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Castle In The Sand
By Deana Johns.
Copyright 1997
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Permission to archive is also granted.
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This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it,
don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I
am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin
with.

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

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

"So... the mighty huntress became the hunted." She mused
to herself. She shivered thinking about the new man ....
and possible women in her life.

Chapter  37

Theresa woke first on Monday morning. Cindy was snuggled
to her side. For a time she just lay there, enjoying the
feeling of her lover close beside her.

She reached out and softly dragged her finger tips over
Cindy's soft skin, feeling the texture of it. Enjoying
the feeling of life beneath her soft touch.

Cindy moaned softly in her sleep and wiggled around,
snuggling closer to her. Theresa reveled in the feel of
the young brunettes body next to hers.

She thought about John. She really did miss him.
Something about the feel of his gentle, strong arms about
her made her tremble, even at the thought in
retrospective.

"How could he do it?" she thought to herself, "What was
he thinking..... Why watch them in secret when she would
gladly have let him observe hers and Cindy's most
intimate moments? When he was so tender and sweet the
whole time she had known him?"

She sensed that she would lose him if she made an issue
of it. She wasn't prepared to do that. She was just a bit
disappointed in him.

Well, she thought, as Cindy had said; that really was a
minor offense. To find herself a bit disappointed, once
in a whole year was a small price to pay for all the love
she had received from him. She decided then and there,
that it didn't matter to her anymore. If John wanted a
show, then by god she'd give him one.

Theresa gently pushed Cindy's thighs apart and moved
between them. Her head dipped and with a sudden intake of
breath, followed by a slow moan, Cindy came awake.

Later they lay panting together.

"God, Theresa. I must say that's the most effective alarm
clock I ever experienced." Cindy gasped, between breaths.

"I know. John did it to me the morning we first met you
at the airport." Theresa chuckled.

"That's our John." Cindy said, softly caressing Theresa's
ass.

"Yeah. I think we both kind of love the guy. Let's do
what we can to keep him." Theresa said, moving atop
Cindy.

Their eyes met and Cindy realized the implications of
what Theresa was saying. She smiled at her and pulled her
head down into a gentle kiss. Theresa positioned herself
so that their clitorises were adjoined and began to
rotate her hips. Cindy responded gleefully.

Except for pit stops, they didn't get out of bed till
noon.



"Your turn to cook." Theresa reminded her.

"Oh sure. Ravage me and then expect me to cook." Cindy
chuckled.

"Well, I've got to put the finishing touches on John's
toy." Theresa said.

"He may have found his own toy while he was in San
Francisco." Cindy said.

"Think so?.... I don't know how I'd feel about that,
right now. How about you?" Theresa asked, thoughtfully.

"I don't know. John's always given us.... well *freedom*
to do as we pleased. I guess it would depend on
who...whom it was with..... Funny. I wouldn't be bothered
so much if he had a little fling with another woman. If
he was with another guy though, that would bother me."
Cindy said.

"My..... a bit hypocritical aren't we?" Theresa said.

"Maybe. But that's what I feel." Cindy said.

"Don't tell anybody, but I feel pretty much the same
way.... now. You well know that at one time I didn't even
like the idea of John with another woman." Theresa said.

Cindy chuckled: "Don't I know it."

"So what do you want for breakfast?" She asked.

"Now that you've got me thinking about John, I want
bacon, French toast and scrambled eggs.... with a Pepsi.
That's what he served me on my first morning here."
Theresa mused.

"You got it..... I know. I miss him too. I'm looking
forward to tonight." Cindy said.

"You think it will take us that long?" Theresa giggled.

"No..... I don't think he'll make it far past the door."
Cindy chuckled.

"If you don't get cracking, he'll walk in on us eating
breakfast this afternoon." Theresa said.

"Nag, nag, nag...woman." Cindy chuckled, "Okay, I'm
going."

"And while you cook, I want you bare assed, wearing
nothing but a little lace apron." Theresa commanded.

"Cook bacon in the nude? Are you nuts? Besides, we don't
have any little lace aprons." Cindy chuckled.

"Where's my shopping list!..... I know, nuke the bacon.
You may compensate for the apron by sitting on my lap and
feeding me." Theresa said.

"Damn glad you don't have any Spanish spurs." Cindy
muttered.

"Where's my shopping list!" Theresa chuckled.

After breakfast, the girls started preening themselves
for John's return.

"Weren't we mad at him about something?" Cindy mused,
doing Theresa's hair.

 "Seems like it....... Should we wear our twin outfits...
sans skirts?" Theresa asked.

"I quite enjoyed the moon rise.... White, spandex shorts,
I think." Cindy said.

"No.... those hot pink ones we bought last time in town."
Theresa said.

"Perfect!.... And so are you..... too bad you have to put
clothes on.... Will you do my hair the same?" Cindy
asked.

"I'll do my best... beauticians school might not be a bad
idea... if we're going to be in the fashion business..."
Theresa said.

Cindy busted out laughing.

"What?"

"It's perfect. When the time comes for us to go off to
college, first we enroll in beauticians school. It will
scare the hell out of John." Cindy chuckled.

"Oh... hadn't thought of that... I like it!" Theresa
said, laughing.



John flew looking out the window, down at the ground
33,000 feet below. He thought about his girls...... and
Sheila. He was torn; Wanting to get back home to the
girls and wanting to stay in San Francisco with Sheila.

Sleeping nude with her without making love had been one
of the hardest things he had ever done.

"But that's the way you play for keeps." he muttered to
himself.

"Excuse me?" asked a pretty stewardess, who had been
passing by.

"Huh? Oh... nothing... Wait. I'd like... A bloody Mary...
but you don't do them... How about a screwdriver then."
John asked.

"I can make you a bloody Mary. All but the celery." The
stewardess dimpled at him.

"If it's not too much trouble. Then please.... mild if
you would." John asked, smiling  back.

"No problem, be glad to.. Mr. Stevens." The stewardess
said, turning towards the galley.

John looked after her. Cute..... and knew my name.  There
were advantages to flying first class, John thought.

She returned with his drink and he thanked her for it.
She dimpled again but he was already looking back out the
window. Thinking of .....three.



It was not a large airport. Jumbo's didn't usually land
there. The runway barely long enough. The smaller jet
John was riding in touched down and taxied towards the
terminal. Off to the side in a little painted circle sat
an Aerospatial helicopter, blades turning.

Hm... brought out the good one. John thought. Before he
got off the plane he watched as a baggage handler plucked
his bags and a strapped cooler from the crowd and hustled
them to the helicopter. As he exited the plane a
representative met him and walked him past the flight
line security to the helicopter, carrying his briefcase
for him. Opened the passenger door for him and handed up
his briefcase.

John nodded to the pilot, and strapped in. Putting his
headset on and adjusting it. The pilot spoke to the tower
and obtained clearance. The ground crew cleared him and
the copter rose smooth as glass.... performed a mock taxi
and then lifted straight up and angled towards home.

The stewardess from the plane watched as he was escorted
and the treatment he was given. She sighed heavily to
herself.

"*That*, is what my Moma would call a *keeper*." she said
to another stewardess.

"Since when do we make bloody Mary's?" she asked.

"Since whenever someone like *that* wants one." the first
one replied.

"What's so special about him?" said the second.

"Did you see the way his clothes fit? I've never seen a
better tailoring job. I'll bet those slacks alone cost
him a grand." said the first.

"Oh... rich then?" asked the second.

"Uh.. how many of our other passengers were met by a
helicopter?" said the first, rolling her eyes at the
other one.

"Oh... Come on. We've got three more flights today. Maybe
you'll meet someone else like him." said the second.

"Not bloody likely." said the first.



At the first sound of the thump-thumping blades the girls
were up to the entrance, and into their snowmobile suits.
Zipping then to the top to conceal their battle gear.
They resisted the temptation to put on their helmets.
Fearing to damage their hairdo's.

They waited until the helicopter lifted off then cracked
the hatch. Cindy peeked out and when she saw it turn and
fly away she leaped out followed by Theresa. They ran up
onto the pad and Cindy leaped into John's arms. She hung
on for dear life as Theresa tried to get her arms around
John.

John dipped his head and kissed Cindy hard as he pulled
her to the side to let Theresa in on the other. Then
repeated the kiss with Theresa.

"I ought to go away more often." John mused, being
showered with kisses from both sides.

"Help me with these things?" John asked, placing his
brief case upon the cooler and hefting it.

The girls each grabbed a bag.



"Jesus, he's got a damned harem out here." the pilot
muttered to himself. Looking in a small mirror used to
check the treads or any cargo beneath the helicopter. He
was too distant to tell details, but the two who came out
to meet him had definitely been female, and very
enthusiastic about his return.

"Some guys get all the luck." He thought.



The girls and John barely managed the hatch and steps
with their loads.

"Have to think of a way to add an elevator to the
surface." John mused.

"How about a patio deck. Raise the whole thing?" Cindy
teased.

"That's a great idea." John said.

"I was joking." Cindy said.

"I wasn't. Have to find a garage rack lift somewhere."
John said.

"It's good to have you home." Theresa said, chuckling.

"Ditto." Cindy quipped.

They stopped at the kitchen. John opening the cooler to
show the girls.

"For dinner tonight?" Theresa asked.

"Perfect." said John, "About half the crab. Wrap the rest
singly and put them in the freezer. The fish and the crab
on the bottom get wrapped. They're probably still frozen.
If not, just put them in the refrigerator part. Don't
refreeze them."

"Yes boss." Theresa said, "fresh seafood for a week."

Cindy hung onto his arm. Both girls were still in their
snowmobile suits.

"Cup of coffee? " Theresa asked.

"Love one. And to get out of these shoes." John said,
sitting heavily.

"I'll just fetch your slippers." Cindy said, sprinting
off.

Theresa placed a fresh brewed mug of French roast in
front of John and then bent to kiss him deeply.

"Glad you're home, sugar." she said.

"Good to be home... no I'll drink it black." he chuckled.

Cindy entered carrying his slippers and a light robe.
Theresa pulled off his coat and unbuttoned his shirt. She
peeled it off as Cindy pulled off his shoes and slipped
on the slippers. Theresa helped him into the silk robe.

"Aren't you two hot?" John asked.

"We always thought so." Cindy chuckled.

"Tell you what, you decide." Theresa said, standing in
front of him.

Cindy joined her and together they lowered the zippers on
their snowmobile suits. When they let them drop, so did
John's jaw.

He nodded.

"Yup... You're hot..... *very* hot.." he said, hoarsely.

The girls beamed at him and each moved to one side of
him.

They eased him up by his elbows.

"Come on dear. Lets get you into an easy chair. Cindy,
grab his coffee." Theresa said.

"And my briefcase." John said.

Theresa grabbed it as she walked him out.

She sat him in a large swivel chair and set the case
beside him.

Cindy entered and set his mug on a table next to the
chair.

"Now... anything else we can get you. You hungry?"
Theresa queried.

"No, dear. Thank you. Maybe later. Right now I just want
to sit and look at you two." John said.

"That we can oblige." Cindy said. She kissed him softly
and then moved to sit on the back of the sofa, facing
him.

Theresa kissed him softly and joined her. They were just
eight feet from John, their pink hot pants hugging their
pubic areas just about John's eye level.

He sipped at his coffee and drank in the sight. Life was
good.

"So.... How did it go in San Francisco?" Cindy asked.

"Excellent. We had a minor problem. A scanner was used in
a movie about television commercials. They'd scan women
and then kill them and use their images to make
commercials without paying them. They entered a protest
to the patent. But the ruling on that was in our favor,
because they never actually made one. They just simulated
one. I actually produced one. Good thing I've got a
record of it."

"What record?" Cindy asked.

"Oh... I guess I didn't tell you girls. I meant to, but
it just kept slipping my mind. The whole silo is wired
for vision and sound. I've got recorders set up in a
maintenance room down on six." John said, nonchalantly.

The girls just looked at each other for a moment. Then
back at him and then at each other. Their mouths open.

"But.... but.... You didn't ask us!" Theresa spat out in
mock surprise and anger.

"I'm sorry. I guess I should have. I guess it must seem
like an invasion of your privacy." John said.

"Damn right it does!" Cindy spat.

"I didn't expect you to feel this way about it. I'm
really sorry. I should have told you. But both of you
have told me so many times I was welcome to watch you do
anything, anytime. I didn't really think that it would
matter." John said.

"Well... it does." Theresa said.

"I'm sorry. Look, if it means anything, I've never looked
at any of the tapes except right at the first to identify
which was which when I went to file them." John said.

"You've never watched them?" Cindy asked, suspiciously.

"Why  no, *never*. I *have* watched you two live, on the
monitor I used to keep by my computer though.

Sometimes I'd get really wrapped up in what I was doing.
All tense and such. I'd turn on the monitor and watch you
two lovelies swimming together or making love in the
solarium, or just sitting in the library studying. It
would get rid of all my stress. I could relax, just
knowing you two were around and that I could be with you.
Then I could go back to work knowing what it was all
for."  John said.

Theresa wept softly. Cindy fought her own tears.

"So... where are these tapes all filed. There must be
hundreds of them." Cindy said.

"In the back of the maintenance tunnel on six. Look. I'm
really sorry. I never thought of it as eaves dropping....
well, that's not really true.

When you first arrived, Cindy; I was downright snooping.
Not very damn honorable at all. But I didn't know how
your being here was going to affect my relationship with
Theresa..... I was scared.

I watched you the first night when you made love in the
pool. Seeing that made me even more afraid. I kind of
went nuts.

That's what started me recording everything in the silo,
but when we all got together. I mostly quit watching. I
just let the system I had built run. But I've never once
gone back and watched one of those tapes. They're all
filed down there in chronological order.

Think of it. Almost a whole year of your lives recorded.
That's history down there. It's a visual record you can
look at when I'm gone. Of how our relationship all got
started. How we all fell in love. A year of maturity on
your parts. Remember how much you changed just over the
summer? Well those tapes hold a record of every word you
spoke as you were maturing.

I've never watched them, because I'm certain they contain
really personal things as well. Once we became a whole, I
didn't want to know what you two said about me when I
wasn't around. I have no desire to watch you deal with
bodily wastes or your feminine needs either. That just
wouldn't be right.

If you want, we can destroy the tapes. I think I can
defend what I need to without them. As it was I planned
on editing them down to just the portions that recorded
my tinkering. I damn sure wouldn't want to send a video
record of my relationships with you two, to a judge."
John said.

The girls looked between each other... They still weren't
crazy about the idea, but they had been looking for John
to give them a reason. And that is what he had just done.
Maybe there was more to it. But it didn't matter. He had
admitted what he had done. He had, on the whole respected
their privacy where it really mattered.

Cindy looked at him, shining respect in her eyes when she
said: "No, John. You keep the tapes. Maybe we'll all
watch them together when we're old and gray."

"Might just kill me, when you two are old and gray. But
there's another thing to consider. Needs to be
considered, I think." John said.

"What's that?" asked Theresa.

"Well. We're not out of the woods yet. We've still got
about thirteen months before the last of you turns
eighteen. I could still be charged with statutory rape
for both of you. As much damning evidence of our
relationship is on those tapes, there is also a recorded
record of the fact that none of us ever coerced sexual
favors from one another. That you two have been studying
hard. That my behavior towards you has been, usually,
honorable. If Mr. BLM should ever show back up with the
SWAT team, then they may save me years as a love toy for
weight lifters."  John said.

"That's true enough." Cindy said, "to my knowledge you're
very honorable. I love you John Stevens."

"Ditto!" said Theresa.

"Tritto... I mean. I love both of you two also." John
said.

The girls moved to him and hugged him. The chair almost
falling over backwards as they all crowded together in
it, a girl on each arm. John's arms each around one. They
leaned to him and he kissed them alternately. They even
shared a wet three way kiss. Their tongues dueling
together in the gap between their faces when all three
were nose to nose.

"Would you like to make love now, or open presents." John
asked.

"Presents!?" Theresa exclaimed.

"In my large suitcase." John chuckled.

"I'm for making love first.... but okay. I'll wait.....
for as long as you want." Cindy said, softly.

Theresa jumped up and ran for the suitcase. Cindy
snuggled in John's lap.

"I don't know how you do it, love. But you always seem to
make everything come out alright." Cindy said, leaning
her head on his shoulder.

"I don't know how I do it either." John admitted.

"I wonder sometimes...." Cindy said.

"I missed you." John said.

"I missed you too...." Cindy replied, pulling his head
down into a deep, passionate kiss.

"Which side?" Theresa asked, lugging the suitcase into
the room.

"In the top, a couple of packages for each of you." John
said, huskily, his hand squeezing Cindy's inner thigh
softly.

She kissed him again and the hand lightly stroked between
her legs, through the two layers of thin material. Her
breath caught in her throat.

Theresa opened the case and pulled out several packages.
She sorted them out by name. Building a little pile for
each.

"Come on, Cindy. Let's see what he brought us." Theresa
bubbled.

"I've got all I want, right here." Cindy mused, between
kisses.

Even so Theresa's sharp intake of breath and gasp of joy
swung her head around to look when she pulled out her
pure silk kimono.

Cindy hugged John fiercely and jumped up to open her own
packages. Theresa rushed in to fill the gap, hugging John
and kissing him in thanks.

"There's more." John indicated to the smaller packages.

Cindy had her kimono over her shoulders, luxuriating in
the feel of the fine material. She worked at the wrapper
of one of the smaller packages. Inside she found a
beautifully crafted Chinese puzzle box. Something inside
of it. She puzzled over how to open it.

Theresa ripped her own package open and was squeezing and
pushing all over it. Trying to open it.

"Here, let me show you." John said.

Cindy continued to study hers, but Theresa moved to
John's lap, bringing the box with her. He spun the chair
around so Cindy wouldn't see what he was doing as he
showed Theresa each little move. Inside a little drawer
slid open and revealed a beautiful cloisonné hair comb.

Theresa's fingers trembled as she reached for it.

From behind them they heard: "Oh god, John. It's lovely."
Cindy had opened her own box.

"Thank you John. I love you." Theresa said, holding the
item in her hand.

John kissed her tenderly, then turned the chair back.
Theresa jumped up again to investigate the other
packages.

Each got a lovely silk fan which matched their cloisonné
hair combs.

"What's this?" Cindy asked, opening a package containing
a grid of fine dowels in six frames.

"A cricket cage." John said.

"Cricket cage?" Cindy asked.

"Yup. The Chinese used to catch a cricket and keep it in
the house in those kind of cages.  At night it would sing
for them." he explained.

 "Huh....neat. Where do we get a cricket?" Cindy asked.

"Next summer.... should be fun to try to catch one." John
chuckled, "They didn't include instructions on how to do
that.".

"Cute." Said Theresa, assembling her cage.

"One more package each. In my large carryon bag." John
prompted.

Theresa sprinted out of the room and returned with it
quickly.

Two large packages each contained a hand inlayed jewelry
box. Each was stocked with pearl, gold, silver and small
emerald ear rings, Gold, silver and Jade bracelets, Cameo
pins and fine silver clasps. In the bottom drawers were
strings of pearls and gold and silver necklaces. Then
each one found a large amber pendant.

Cindy examined hers with tears in her eyes.

"Sistine quartz. Sorry. I couldn't find real Amethyst."
John said.

"God, John. This must have cost you a fortune." Cindy
gasped.

"Oh... what's money for, if not to make those you love
happy." John said.

"But this must have cost..... shit as much as Theresa and
I have earned all year, including returns on our
investments." Cindy said.

"Well... I wouldn't leave it laying around when you go
off to college. You might want to rent a safety deposit
box to keep it in." John chuckled.

Theresa had on her pearl ear rings, three bracelets, two
necklaces and was looking for places to pin her broaches.
She wisely avoided pushing pins through the silk of her
kimono. Her cloisonné comb in her hair. Tears streamed
down her face.

"I think she likes it." Cindy said, "I do too.... but I
think it's too much John."

"Maybe.... But I'll get to see you in all of it. It's
worth it to me...... Just don't expect it every time I
have to go away. Probably not even next time." John said.

 "You're going away again!?" Theresa gasped, looking up.
"You just got back!"

John chuckled. Cindy looked concerned.

"In about two weeks. I have to go to New York for a week.
But I think I can arrange for a little company for you."
John said.

"Who?" Cindy asked.

"Her name is Sheila. My lawyers recommended her to me to
help you with Second Skin Inc." John said.

"Second Skin Inc.?" Theresa said.

"Her?" Cindy said.

"Second Skin Inc. is the name of the company you two will
be running. Yes her, she's a corporate wizard.
Specializing in helping companies grow into the big time
world. As I fully expect Second Skin to do." John
replied.

"What's she like?" Cindy asked, suspiciously.

"I only talked to her a little bit. She seems pretty
sharp. My lawyers supplied me with a dossier on her."
John said, skirting the question. He picked it out of his
briefcase and read off the first part, leaving out her
personal relationships.

"Pretty impressive, for a woman." Cindy replied.

"Pretty impressive for anybody." John said.

"Second Skin?" Theresa asked again, bewildered.

"Yes, Second Skin. You remember? The fashion business?
Custom clothing. You and Cindy have been working on it
for months now." John chuckled.

"Oh.... You mean it's really going to happen?" Theresa
asked.

John looked at her a moment. Cindy too.

"Yes, dear. It's really going to happen. That's why I
went to San Francisco. If I can schedule Sheila in to
work with you, she'll make it happen faster. So far she's
only going to consult with you. Look things over. Meet
you two and look over your designs. I've been told she
understands business fashion very well. A friend of hers
runs a large fashion house in San Francisco. She's helped
her grow quite a bit and has been to fashion shows all
over the world."  John said.

"Why not just hire her?" Cindy said, "If she's that
talented?"

"That, my dears, will be up to you. It's going to be
*your* company. You have to decide who you want to run
things for you. And she's not going to come cheap, But I
can tell you this, if she's really as good as presented,
she'd be worth it." John said.

"Is it safe for her to come here?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... Safe enough. She'll sign a non-disclosure
statement before you show her anything. That will include
anything about the entire silo in the fine print.
Besides, I think that you two can both pass for eighteen
easily enough." John said.

"But what if we don't like her. You'll be gone." Cindy
asked.

"Then send her packing. Just call up the helicopter to
come get her." John replied.

"But why schedule her while you're gone. Don't you want
to meet her?" Theresa asked.

"One, I want to get a head start on things. I have to
meet with the people in New York to get an idea of the
world you'll be working with. They've scheduled me
already. Sheila indicated that she would probably only be
available around the same time. But actually, second, I
don't *want* to be here. I want you two to meet with her
by yourselves. You need the experience. This is your
company, not mine. What you have to say to each other
doesn't concern me, or much interest me." John said,
again skirting the fact he'd already met her.

"Do you think we're ready?" Cindy asked.

"I think it's time you found out." John replied.

Theresa nodded. Then Cindy.

"Now, my pretties. I'd like a little snack. Then, if
either or both of you are willing..... I've missed you
both very much." John said.

"I'll make the snack. Theresa can get a head start on the
later stuff... I think you'll find both of us more than
willing." Cindy said, bending to kiss him deeply. On the
way out she did the same to Theresa, winking at her.

Theresa moved to John's lap. Kissing him deeply. He let
his hands caress her body underneath the kimono. The thin
material of her top clinging to every goose bump around
her nipples as they responded to his touch. He nibbled
softly on her earlobes around the pearl ear rings. Her
fingers traced inside his robe and over his chest.

In a single movement John stood, holding Theresa in his
arms. He carried her all the way to the bedroom. She
trembled in his arms as he walked. He lay her softly on
the bed and then bent to pull her tight pink shorts off.
Her body suit presenting no hindrance to him, he left it
for now. He disrobed looking down at her. The quartz
pendant laying on a black field between her breasts,
shinning like a star. The pearls like rows of shinning
planets lined up in orbit around her neck. Her golden
hair merged with the gold threads of the kimono. A star
burst above the small damp patch between her legs.

John climbed onto the bed and lay beside her. She rolled
over on top of him. She kissed him deeply. Her body
trembling with desire. His hands exploring her freely.
She kissed him once more and then rolled off.

She stood above the bed and removed the kimono, laying it
gently over a chair. Then she unfastened her body suit
and peeled it off like a banana peel. Slowly revealing
her lightly tanned, soft skin.

John looked up at her, clad now in only jewelry. The
pearls hanging like a frame around the amber pendant. She
removed her pearls, and guided the string between her
legs. Pulling it through her labia lips one shiny sphere
at a time. Then she wrapped it around John's penis and
pulled it off several times. Letting each sphere slide
over the enlarged glans. Then she put the pearls back
around her neck.

She knelt on the bed and bent her head over John's
member. Softly kissing it with the tip of her lips.
Tasting the slight flavoring of her own discharges. A
single clear shiny drop appeared at the head of his
penis. She ran her tongue over the end to capture it.

John groaned softly. He was already hard as a rock.
Theresa continued to softly kiss every inch of his
manhood. Nibbling softly with her lips. Finally to the
end once more she slowly sucked it into her mouth.
Feeling it throb from the blood gorging through it. She
flicked the end of her tongue around the end and then
made a long slow swipe with her whole tongue before
working it back into her mouth. Slowly, bobbing her head
a bit she worked it inwards. John felt it strike the back
of her throat and then the constriction upon the end as
she worked it down her throat until her lips seated
against the base. Then she made a swallowing motion with
her throat that stroked the end with the slick soft
surface in her throat.

John fought the urge to ejaculate. The pressure in his
testicles demanding release. After as much as he could
take he gently lifted Theresa's head. She licked and
sucked all the way off. Then she moved her hips over his.

She bent forward and kissed him deeply, her tongue
chasing his and sliding under it. He hand positioning the
head of his manhood against her opening. She held it in
the groove between the lips of her labia as she moved her
hips up and down. Then changing the angle a little bit,
guided it inside. She slowly sat back, engulfing him a
slow inch at a time.

She remembered the first time she had done this. John, in
some dream. His manhood proud and firm before him. It had
felt the largest thing she had ever felt inside her. Now
she reveled in the feeling as her tight vagina engulfed
him. She continued to lower herself until she felt him
seat against her cervix. Then lower still, feeling the
wave of sexual energy surging through her body as her
vagina fought to stretch to accommodate him. Her body
convulsed hard and she cried out, falling forward atop
him. Sobbing.

John caressed her body as he began to lift his hips to
stroke inside her. She felt incredibly tight. The silky
texture of her vagina sliding over his glans. He felt her
tender body atop him. His hands playing over her breasts
as he picked up speed.

Theresa already gasping for breath, tears flowing freely
from her eyes. John struck bottom and again Theresa's
body convulsed hard, the breath driven from her lungs in
a cry. She began to lose rhythm as her hips thrashed
about on their own.

Without losing a stroke, John rolled them over until he
was atop her. Lifting her legs up he began to stroke in
earnest.


"Now that is a lovely sight." Cindy said. A tray of
sandwiches and coffee in her hands.

"Join us?" John asked, over his shoulder.

"No... she gets you all to herself...now. So that I get
you all to myself, later." Cindy said.

"That's ......... Fair......" John groaned.

"Don't talk.... You just keep your mind on that lovely
creature.... I'm just gonna watch.... If that's okay?"
Cindy said.

John shot her a grin and a nod, then refocused himself on
Theresa.

Just knowing her friend was watching sent Theresa over
the edge once more. Her hips thrashing upwards wildly. A
cry of pleasure escaping her lips. Just about then John
felt the tingling on the back of his neck and a burning
at the base of his testicles.

John drove down with his last strokes, a groan leaving
his lungs as his hips spasmed and he shot his seed into
the young blonde.

Theresa felt a sudden warm feeling deep inside her.
Knowing it was John's semen, her body convulsed once
more. Then they were still. Lying together as their sweat
mingled.

"Not bad for an old fart." Cindy said, sitting on the bed
and caressing the breathless pair.


Theresa grabbed her hand and squeezed it fiercely. Cindy
bent and kissed her softly.

Then her lips moved to kiss John on the cheek. His hand
sought hers out and he squeezed it too. Finally, John
rolled off to the side.

"Something to recharge your batteries?" Cindy inquired,
handing him a mug of coffee.

John nodded. "Thanks darling.... I need it after this
comely wench." John said, caressing Theresa's backside.

Theresa had rolled over and now stretched luxuriously
like a cat. Her hand catching John's and holding it
against her buttock. She fairly purred.

"Methinks she likes it." Cindy chuckled, "Methinks I do
too." she finished softly.

"Well.... feed me some of those sandwiches, and I'll see
what I can do." John said, tracing his fingers across
Cindy's cheek.

Theresa rolled over again, trapping John's hand beneath
her. "Me too, please." she asked.

Cindy chuckled. She kissed the two of them and then
brought the tray over. This time she flipped up one of
the side trays John had installed. Theresa flipped up the
one on her side of the bed as Cindy handed her a cup of
coffee.

"They work well, John. Nice addition." Cindy said,
passing Theresa a sandwich..

"Thanks... So.... tell me all about *your* week." John
said.

"Oh John, she was like a vixen in heat. Hardly let me
alone a minute." Theresa chuckled.

"Me!? What about you. Good god woman. I never saw so much
lust in my life." Cindy replied.

"So you had a good week." John chuckled.

"Mostly..... I guess we went pretty nuts. .... We had
sort of.... a honeymoon." Cindy said, softly. Blushing.

"It was wonderful." Theresa said, smiling.

"Glad you enjoyed yourselves while I was gone.." John
said.

Cindy casually stripped off her clothes and crawled in
between them. Then reached for a mug of coffee. Theresa
snuggled to her side as she snuggled to John's.

"Yes, we did..... " she finally replied. "I never
realized we had all that pent up inside us.... I guess it
was just..... Well, before Theresa and I never had a safe
place to go to make love. Almost every time we almost got
caught. Then when I came here... well, you gave us
freedom... and understanding.... but, well ... It's the
first time we've ever had *total* freedom. We could run
around nude and play grab ass and never have to worry if
we were offending or bothering anyone." Cindy concluded.

Theresa nodded her agreement, munching on a sandwich.

"I know... I don't take it personal. When people see each
other everyday, things build up between them. Things they
don't even realize. Everybody needs a break, even from
their dearest love ones. Which you two definitely are.

While I was gone I realized how much I loved little
things that you girls do. You have a quirky little way of
tossing your hair. Theresa has this little sensual smile.
Those are the things I missed most. " John said.

Cindy kissed him on the cheek and snuggled closer.

"We had a wonderful time... but we're glad you're back."
She said.

"Ditto." Said Theresa, sipping her coffee.

"I'm sorry you have to leave again so soon.... I don't
know about this Sheila thing." Cindy said.

"You'll do fine. I have the utmost confidence in you."
John said.

"How do you think we should play it?" Cindy asked.

"Just be honest. Show her your ideas. Show her how the
system works. Design some clothes for her. Let her design
some for herself. Model your outfits for her." John
suggested.

"You mean... scan her!?" Theresa asked.

"Why not? Isn't that what you propose doing for every
customer?" John asked.

"Well.... yes. But god that scanning makes you hot. What
do we do about that?" Cindy asked.

"If she appeals to you, indulge yourself. If not, give
her time alone afterwards. Suggest she take a nap or
something." John said.

"You wouldn't mind... if we..." Theresa asked, blushing.

"No, of course not. Girls, I love both of you to death. I
feel secure enough in your love for me to know that you
enjoying yourselves with another person.... especially
female... won't affect our relationship.

It might bother me a bit if it was a man. But mostly
because of the possible repercussions. Like pregnancy or
disease. The three of us have been kind of spoiled in
that. We make love without having to worry about such
things, since my vasectomy. And because we all have been
together for this length of time we don't have to worry
about disease."

"But other than that, you wouldn't mind us making love
with others?" Cindy asked.

"No, not really. I actually expect it before too long. I
certainly don't expect you to remain celibate while
you're off to college. I expect Theresa will find a
husband. That sort of includes sex." John chuckled.

Cindy nodded against his chest.

"Theresa and I talked a bit about it while you were gone.
We thought about how we would feel if you met some little
cutie in San Francisco. We decided we wouldn't
mind.....much." she said.

"Now you tell  me!" John teased.

"Why? Did you meet somebody?" Theresa asked, a little
alarmed.

"I met lots of somebodies.... Legal secretaries in big
law offices are usually very attractive and have a
convenient interest in clients they know to be wealthy...
but no. Mostly I just thought about getting back to you
two." John said, caressing Cindy's breast.

"Hmmm we didn't think about gold diggers.... " Cindy
said.

"I think I'm gonna take a swim. So John can have his
desert in peace..." Theresa said, kissing Cindy on the
cheek and climbing off the bed.

"Don't want to watch?" Cindy asked.

"Maybe later. Have fun." Theresa chuckled. She kissed
John deeply. "Thanks... I needed that." She said.

He nodded.

Theresa opened the trap door and dropped out of sight. A
scant moment later a splash was heard.

"Damn handy, that." Cindy said.

"Yeah, I like it too. I just worry a bit that one of us
is going to land on one of them floating chairs though."
John said.

"Why not tether them to the sides. So that they can't
drift under the hatch. It's fairly well centered." Cindy
suggested.

"Good idea. Have to get some nylon rope......." John
said, "You know, all in all I'm quite pleased with how
the silo's turned out."

"It's great, John. You've done a wonderful job...... You
know... this Sheila person will be the first outsider to
see it....since me. It should be fun showing her around."
Cindy said.

"It was fun watching your face." John said, "When we
pulled up outside you looked sorta panicked. When we came
inside your jaw kind of dropped. Starting with the
elevator and then the kitchen." John chuckled.

"I *was* sorta panicked. Some old man had hauled me out
into the middle of nowhere. Then he wanted to show me his
dungeon. I had visions of never getting out again." Cindy
chuckled, playing her fingertips over his chest.

"God, I was shocked. It was a mansion. My whole family's
house was just barely bigger than the gym." Cindy said.

"You don't talk about them much.... want to?" John asked,
softly.

"Oh.... not really. I'm just glad to be out..... and with
someone I love." Cindy said, snuggling to him.

"Okay, love. Just so you know you can... I think you may
want to talk about it sometime with somebody though.
Don't keep it bottled up inside. That just turns a person
bitter." John said.

"No... I'm not bitter.... really. Being around Theresa
has helped me a lot. We shared much the same kind of
life.  Basically we became sex toys for our parents
whenever they'd drink. Then they'd feel guilty and take
it out on us by beating us up. My dad would anyway. My
mom would go off and cry." Cindy said, shivering.

John pulled her close and held her. Tears ran from her
eyes and over his chest. He just held her and let her
sob. Knowing the release it was giving her.

After a time she lifted her head up and he kissed her
softly. She moved atop him. His hands caressed her
breasts and sides. Their passion grew and they made love
face to face, eyes open. Her body convulsing harder atop
him than usual as she felt her love for him grow even
stronger. Then she lay atop him quivering and he caressed
her until he was ready once more, never leaving her. They
continued to make tender love for the next hour or so.
Finally exhausted, they lay together caressing each
other. Together they slipped into a pleasant, languid
sleep.

"Hey, sleepy heads! Dinner is served. Dress casual cause
those crabs are kind of messy." Theresa roused them some
hours later.

Cindy was snuggled to John's side. She grasped Theresa's
hand and pulled her into a kiss.

"Thanks, love... for everything.." She told her friend.

Theresa grinned fiercely at her. Then kissed John, who
tried to pull her into bed with them.

"Oh, no. Dinner's ready now! Get your cute asses up and
packaged." Theresa chuckled, pulling away.

"No time for a shower?" Cindy asked.

"Make it a quick one, no hanky panky." Theresa said.

"Yes boss." Cindy said, heading into the bath.

"What fun is it being an adult if you can't hanky panky
when you want?" John asked her.

She bent and kissed him, this time allowing him to pull
her to him.

"Maybe just a little hanky....while she's in the
shower... but no panky." Theresa said, kissing him.

"Okay... Love.... God I missed you." John said, snuggling
to her.

"I missed you too.... now get your butt up." she said,
wiggling away from him.

John sighed and headed for the bath.

"Fifteen minutes... max!" Theresa called after him.

About *twenty* minutes later Cindy and John walked into
the kitchen. Both wearing terry shorts and cotton shirts.
Looking like tennis partners.

Theresa smiled at them and motioned them to the table.

"I didn't know what else to use." Theresa motioning to
John's curved tin ships on the table.

"Perfect." Said John. Cutting the shell on his crab.

The girls followed his example and dug in. It was
wonderful. John made a quick trip down to the gym and
pulled an appropriate bottle of white Wine to go with the
dinner.

Afterwards, they all lounged around the Com room. Feeling
warm and tipsy. They snuggled together and watched a
movie. Mainly enjoying each others company. They kissed
each other from time to time. Letting their hands roam
freely to caress one another, here and there. They lay
together on a large sofa John had constructed a few
months before. Big enough for the three of them. More
like a day bed with a thickly padded, inclined headboard.
One girl to either side of John, snuggled to him.

He found himself nodding off and suggested they turn in.
The girls nodded and they headed for the bedroom, arm in
arm. Once there John used the bathroom and crawled into
bed. The girls following him one at a time.

When they were all snuggled together, they sort of
caressed each other to sleep. Not needing to make love.
Comfortable to just snuggle together.

John nodded off, happy. His two lovelies, one on each
side snuggled to him.

Chapter  38

John called Sheila the next day. Checking that her
schedule could be open. She assured him that it would be.
He gave her the name of the helicopter service to
schedule to meet her flight. If she'd fax her schedule to
him he'd arrange to fly out earlier.

"I'd really love to see you." she said.

"I'm convinced this is the best way." John said.

"If you say so. Okay, how did it go with the girls?"
Sheila asked.

"Couldn't be better." John assured her.

"Sure you want me to come?" she asked.

"Positive." he replied.

"Okay... you've got me." Sheila told him.

"Not yet, but I'm working on it." he said... hanging up.



Sheila sat staring out the window at the San Francisco
skyline. The phone still in her hand.

"Mr. Wonderful?" her secretary asked.

She seemed to come around, hanging up the phone. She
nodded.

"So are you going to tell me about it, or not? How is it
going?" Judy asked.

"Great. I just have to spend a week with his girlfriends,
then he's mine." Sheila said.

Judy looked at her like she was insane.

"No joke." Sheila told her, "They're going to be my
bosses. I'll get to ride herd over two over sexed,
adorable young women who worship him and don't have a
clue about business."

"You want to do this on purpose?" Judy asked, stepping
behind her and rubbing her shoulders.

"Fact is that I'm itching in my britches to get started."
Sheila mused.

"Maybe I could cure that itchy part." Judy said, her
hands roaming down Sheila's chest.

"How about tonight." Sheila said, heading off Judy's
advance with her hands.

"As you wish... " Judy said, sashaying out of the office.

"Just a sec. I need you to re-schedule my appointments
for week from next. Better squeeze them in next week. I'm
not so sure I'll be back." Sheila told her.

"You got it. I think you're crazy." Judy said.

"Crazy like a fox." Sheila told her, turning to her work.
She knew that Judy was more than a bit envious and
downright curious, but she wasn't about to tell her
more.... It would be..........unethical.

Unethical........The word hung in her mind, startling
her. It made her want to run and hide......

"Oh, no. This is your shot at the brass ring....only it's
golden. Don't you dare blow it just because you're
scared." she said to herself, trembling a bit.

"Did you say something?" asked Judy, sticking her head in
the door.

Sheila shook her head.

"No, but while you're here, get me my travel agent."
Sheila said.

"Coming right up." Judy said, ducking out the door again.



Chapter  39

The time went quickly for all parties involved. Too
quickly. Cindy and Theresa got a little moody. It wasn't
from their periods, which came and went in the interim.
It was that they didn't want John to go away so soon.
Especially while leaving them with meeting and dealing
with an unknown person. John didn't want to be away from
any of them, but couldn't think of any way to pull it off
otherwise. One look at Sheila while John was around, and
he was convinced they would sour on her.

Sheila ran around like a mad woman, fitting needed
consultations in where there was no room. Trying to
basically wrap up her business with the firm she was
with. The closer the time got, the more scared she got.
She was a bundle of nerves by the time for her flight
came around.

John had all his bags packed. What he needed anyway. He
loaded his laptop up with all sorts of files to amuse him
on what would essentially be a vacation. He would be
meeting with some fashion houses, but mainly just to get
a feel for things. Ostensibly the meetings were for an
article about the fashion industry. John was presented as
a free lance writer. He could pull that off.

When the morning rolled around for John to leave, the
girls tearfully kissed him good-by. The previous evening
they had first almost raped him, then snuggled like
kittens. Each almost fighting for another inch of skin in
their snuggles. Hugging hard and kissing hard. Then soft
and quivery.

He left them in the entryway. Kissing and hugging each
and reassuring them that things would be fine. Wishing he
could be certain that they would.



Sheila packed up what she thought she would need. She
added a string bikini -even though it was winter- as John
had told her he had an indoor pool and hot tub. She took
her laptop and the notes the lawyers had forwarded to
her. She would be traveling in a business suit, and had a
second in a wardrobe. Add her makeup case and toiletries
and she was still traveling light. A helicopter was
waiting for her as her flight landed. She was given the
VIP treatment, which she thought was a nice touch.

She would almost pass John on her way to the silo. She
was booked on a different helicopter service than John
used. In the air the pilot inquired as to hints to get to
their destination.

"I hope you know, I don't have a clue." Sheila said.

"We'll get there just fine. I've got a GPS receiver on
board. I just wondered if you knew of any visual clues to
help."

"You might watch for thirty miles of dirt road dead
ending in a fenced compound." Sheila told him.

"Thanks, that will help." said the pilot.

John's helicopter lifted off and the girls watched it
recede. Then headed down to get properly dressed to greet
Sheila. Cindy doing a last minute walk through of the
silo to be certain that the place looked perfect..... It
did. A palatial mansion.... underground.

The thump thump sound alerted the girls to suit up. They
kissed each other briefly and held hands for a moment,
then headed out to greet their guest.

The girls waited off to the side of the roof as the
helicopter set down. The pilot circling once to check out
the pad. It was clean, and definitely sturdy. An old silo
roof, he thought. Two girls waiting safely off to one
side, dressed in snowmobile suits and stocking caps. They
looked young.... but not all that young. The pilot
wondered what it was all about, but didn't ask. The woman
in the back was strictly business... she fairly oozed
with a style and class that said: MONEY!  He set down
softly, keeping his eye on a windsock someone had
generously provided just far enough off the pad to avoid
the immediate prop wash. Mainly it had just provided wind
direction for a smooth approach.

He shut down to help with the baggage, but Sheila thanked
him and climbed out. She pulled her bags out of the
baggage compartment and carted them to the edge of the
pad. One of the girls sprang up onto the pad and ran in
for a last bag. The pilot keeping a wary eye on her to
see she didn't get by the tail rotor.

The three of them moved off the pad and the business lady
waved him off. He brought the still turning rotors back
up to speed, checked with air traffic and lifted off.
Tilting the copter he quickly headed off.

"You must be Sheila... Hi, I'm Cindy and this is
Theresa."

Sheila shivered visibly. She had on a light parka, but
with the chilling wind from the helicopter she was
inadequately dressed. Only a light scarf over her hair.
She shook the girls gloved hands and looked around a bit
worried. The compound looked bleak in it's covering of
winter snow. A few small outbuildings and a shoveled path
to a concrete covered stairway.

"You must be freezing." Theresa said, "Come on. It gets
much nicer and warmer inside."

The girls each grabbed a bag and led Sheila down a few
steps, through a large metal doorway kind of like seen on
a ship in a war movie. Then it was much warmer as they
descended a few additional steps.

There, she encountered a sort of mud room. Rows of hooks
for clothing, some filled with heavy coats. Oddly, two
pairs of shorts and two halter tops hung from two of
them. The girls pulled off their hats and unzipped their
suits and shrugged out of them. Sheila almost gasping at
how pretty and well built the two of them were. She
pulled off her parka and Cindy hung it on a hook. Taking
off her scarf she retained it.

"That's better. We can hear each other now." Cindy said,
"Welcome to our home. Lets get you something warm to
drink... or something strong, or both. Then we'll give
you the grand tour."

"That would be great." Sheila said, admiring Cindy's take
charge attitude.

Theresa considered her more thoughtfully. John had said
she was more instinctive and emotional. Sheila tried to
keep a happy, reassuring presence about her.

Both girls wore matching body suits and short skirts. The
body suits were spectacular. A gradual changing hue like
a sunset. From dark indigo through crimson red to a
pleasing warm gold. The skirts blending perfectly at the
waist band continued the transition from gold to silver
white on the hem. This was continued down their smooth
muscular legs with silver threaded stockings. But not
like anything she had seen before. The upper body suits
hugged their every shapely curve. Their nipples clearly
discernible and erect atop high firm breasts.

They were gorgeous. Sheila felt a flush of desire and a
large amount of doubt. She trembled a bit, grateful for
the chill to cover her fragile state.

Cindy led her down the concrete corridor that wrapped
around itself back towards the entrance to an elevator.
In the elevator she pressed a button. A long row of them
belying the sparse nature of the entryway. The door
opened to a small room, with hatches on either side and
around the corner past a stairwell to a rather smallish
archway opening into a larger area.

Sheila was dumb struck when she entered the kitchen -
dinning room. Never had she seen such a functional,
lovely kitchen. Everything was laid out perfectly. Few
steps between the sink, stove and counters. A large
pedestal counter in the middle contained an additional
sink, range top, smokeless grill and a smaller
refrigerator. Butcher block chopping boards were inset
into counters at several locations. You could prepare a
snack for two or a feast for fifty easily in that
kitchen. A row of appliances lined a long deep counter.
Pull out pantry shelves held canned goods and binned
basics.

A wonderful aroma filled the kitchen. A large pot on the
stove bubbled quietly. Sheila lifted the lid and looked
in, the aroma making her mouth water.

"Creme of Artichoke.... Needs to simmer another hour or
so. Are you hungry?" Cindy said.

"No... I ate on the plane, but it smells wonderful."
Sheila said.

Cindy motioned her to a chair. Set around a large trestle
table with longer overhangs than usual. You could hold a
dinner party for twenty, or an intimate dinner for two.
The chairs were large, padded and comfortable. With
swivel bases and wheels. A beautiful rainbow effect lit
one wall.

Cindy moved to a large, well stocked wet bar on the other
side as she sat. She poured some brandy in a small
snifter and then nuked it in a microwave for a few
seconds, warming it.

"John said to give you this, even if you didn't drink
it." Cindy said, setting it before her, "Now what would
you really like? Coffee? Hot Chocolate? A beer?" She
asked.

"Coffee, please.... black." Sheila said.

"You and John should get along well." Cindy mused.

"This John of yours sounds intriguing." Sheila said, not
dishonestly.

"He has his moments. Really, he's a dear." Theresa said.

"I love those outfits? They're incredible! Where did you
get them?" Sheila said, picking up the snifter. She
sniffed a bit and then took a tentative swallow. The warm
liquid at first burning... but then warming her whole
insides. Her body involuntarily relaxed. She silently
thanked John.

"Oh... Cindy and I were fooling around a bit last night.
We thought they might be fun so we whipped them out."
Theresa said.

"*You* made those?  *Last* night!?" Sheila asked,
incredulously.

"Sure, nothing to it." Cindy said, setting a large mug of
French roast before her and a doctored one in front of
Theresa.

"But that's incredible. It would take the best fashion
house a month to duplicate them. If they could." Sheila
said.

Theresa stood to model her outfit. Turning slowly. Then
she lifted the hem to show Sheila that the coloration of
the body suit extended beneath the skirt. Following her
sensual curves. The stockings seemed to merge with the
body suit in an almost invisible seam. The colors were
consistently smooth between the body suit, the stockings
and the skirt.  Sheila felt herself flush a bit at the
sight of the clearly defined *W* of Theresa's labia. Yet
the suit didn't seem tight. It just fit!

"Outstanding. How is it done?" Sheila asked.

Cindy returned to the table with her own coffee cup and a
small sheaf of papers.

"If you'll just sign this, we'll show you." she said,
handing the papers over.

Sheila quickly scanned the pages. Not missing a single
word, nor implication. It was a non-disclosure agreement.
Not obligating Sheila to anything but her silence...
about *everything*. She signed happily and Cindy and
Theresa witnessed it and noted the time. Sheila was aware
that her signing would also be recorded on video. That
didn't bother her in the least. Nor would she give the
girls any hint that she knew. They didn't seem to be
uncomfortable, and Sheila knew they knew. She dismissed
the thought.

"Great, that gets the mumbo jumbo out of the way. John
said not to talk business till you'd seen the silo and
settled in. Then he gives me that and says hit you with
it first thing." Cindy said,  rolling her eyes.

"I don't mind. It just says that I can't tell anybody
what I see. I wouldn't anyway, but I don't mind making it
legally binding." Sheila said.

"You understand that mumbo jumbo?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... not as good as the guys who wrote that." Sheila
replied, honestly.

"How do you know it was a guy who wrote it?" Cindy asked.

"That was prepared by at least a senior partner. I know
the law firm John deals with. That's how I got
recommended for this. I also know they don't have any
female senior partners." Sheila explained, easily.

"Oh... makes sense." Cindy mused.

"I just love your kitchen. It's so cozy, yet functional."
Sheila said, looking around.

"Yeah, I put in a few ideas. Helped with the woodworking
too." Theresa bragged.

"You built this?" Sheila asked.

"Mostly John, but I helped him." Theresa beamed.

"This John seems like a very talented fellow." Sheila
mused.

"*That* he is... " Cindy said, smiling to herself.

"I'll bet!" Sheila thought to herself, "Keeping you two
gorgeous critters happy.... *Very* talented."  She looked
forward to finding out for herself.

"So how long have you two been here?" Sheila asked,
aloud.

"Theresa just a year, myself a few months after that."
Cindy replied.

Sheila downed the last of the snifter. A warm glow easing
her tension. She was genuinely thankful to John for the
thought. But she declined a second one when Cindy
offered. The girls asked her about her work and she fell
into auto-mode as she explained what she did and her
history. The girls gaining respect for her
accomplishments and feeling camaraderie with her uphill
battle in a male dominated world. They chatted freely
over the coffee and even a second cup. Getting to know
one another. The girls fell just short of trusting Sheila
with details of their previous home lives. But they were
fast becoming friends.

"She's lovely...and adorable." Thought Theresa, observing
how the lines of her clothing defined her form. "and very
sexy....." she thought, flushing a bit.

Cindy said: "Well, lets get you settled in and give you
the tour afterwards."

Sheila followed her, each girl taking a bag, Sheila her
small briefcase. They first stopped at the guest room to
drop off the bags. Each girl excused herself, Theresa to
finish preparing lunch and Cindy, ostensibly to check the
Com room for word of John's safe arrival in New York.
Saying she would be back in a half hour. Sheila realized
that they were graciously providing her with privacy to
deal with several mugs of coffee or anything else. She
was grateful and impressed with their grace. The guest
room was incredible. A large comfortable bed. Ample
storage. Cindy even showed her a phone jack for her
laptop that John had run in for her.

There was a private bath with spacious shower and tub.
Elegantly furnished throughout. While practical in
design. She poked her head around the corner into a
large, functional laundry room off to the side with a
separate entrance off the end.

A thought crossed Sheila's mind as she used the toilet.
Knowing she was being recorded. She smiled to herself.
She didn't mind. She found the idea somehow... sexy. The
girls had helped foster that mood. They were incredible.
Her mouth watered considering either one of them.

She freshened up and checked her hair and what little
makeup she wore. She changed her travel shoes for more
comfortable ones. Still coordinated with her suit.

Shoes? That was it. The only item of the girls wardrobe
that appeared store bought, and uncomfortable. Sheila
made a note on her laptop to obtain the girls sizes and
send them some comfortable, fashionable shoes. Any little
gesture to win their approval might help.

Cindy tapped lightly on the door. Sheila closed the
laptop and joined her for the tour.

She spent much of her time with her mouth open. From the
solarium on down. Cindy rolled back the roof and let the
sun in to show her. Pointing out the red night lights
that facilitated night viewing. The wind blew a cloud of
crystals over the clear ceiling and Sheila shivered a
bit, realizing the temperature just the other side of the
optically clear Lexan.

The workshop was obviously a guy thing. But Cindy pointed
out the winch and explained the trap door system on each
floor. Sheila nodded.

The Com room was wonderful. Spacious, functional and
comfortable. Computers lined one wall along with printers
and three separate work areas. Well lit. A large screen
television on another surrounded by electronics;
Recorders, stereo equipment, surround sound and satellite
controls. Sofa's, chairs and tables filled out the rest
of the room without seeming crowded.

The gym and hot tub were nice. Latest exercise equipment.
Separate bath and kitchen. A well stocked unheated wine
cellar, a cool constant 56 degrees year round. Cindy
explained how it had been used as an apartment while John
worked on the rest of the silo. The *apartment* was much
larger than Sheila's back in San Franciso.

The pool was incredible. Extending under a deck which
surrounded three sides in a horseshoe shape. Tethered
floating chairs stationed around the pool. Ten feet deep
throughout, but underwater platforms by one edge of the
deck stepped up to just wading depth. Clearly visible
underneath the water so that no-one would be tempted to
dive into them. Along the slatted redwood deck, were
comfortable chaise lounges. A patio table and resin
chairs and a variety of heat and sun lamps over the
chaises. A stereo system would pipe a variety of
listenable music over a high quality, waterproof system.
A rainbow splayed over one wall in vivid colors. Cindy
explained the tracking mirror system.

The master bedroom floored Sheila. The bed was huge. But
practical. Sturdy folding trays would swing in from
either side. A large padded inclined headboard with
shelves behind it. A sofa on one wall and a few easy
chairs. Over the bed a large television monitor built
into a hardwood valence also enclosing  mirror tiles over
the bed. Sheila flushed a bit at the thought of what they
had reflected.

A giant wardrobe divided in three and a lavish bath with
a giant shower finished off the floor. There was a double
sink on the wide vanity which was well lit. Partially
private toilet and even a bidet.  On the way out Cindy
showed her the trap door to the pool. Sheila flipped over
the idea.

A quick stop on an unfinished floor to give Sheila the
idea of what they had started with. They had several
available. Just sitting open and unused. Sheila found the
vast spaciousness of the silo staggering. She suggested
turning one floor into a green house. Using grow lights
and hydroponics to grow vegetables all year and breed
indoor plants for the rest of the silo.

"What a great Idea!" Cindy enthused, "Yeah, a bit of
greenery would help the place allot."

The library was well stocked and a comfortable place to
work. Three desks with ergonomic chairs like the ones in
the Com room. Another rainbow arched over a mural of a
mountain meadow on one wall. A very pleasant place to
work. Sheila thought. They descended the stairs down to
the new unfinished Com room. They headed for the kitchen
where Theresa had lunch ready.

 A fabulous salad, complete with fresh ground pepper. A
modest non-invasive wine. Incredible cream of Artichoke
soup accompanied with an assortment of small sandwiches
and fresh baked breadsticks. Followed by fresh coffee.
Theresa was an excellent cook. Sheila wondered longingly
about her other talents.

Over lunch Sheila raved about the silo. The girls each
told her about which portions they had worked on. Cindy
relayed Sheila's idea for an indoor greenhouse and
Theresa went wild over it.

"And now... What you came for." Cindy said, standing.

"As rooms go, it's not so spectacular." Theresa said.

"It's what's in it that counts." Cindy said, leading them
to the Laboratory.

As furnishings went, no, the room was fairly barren, but
large. Several work tables lined one curved wall. A sofa
on the other side. Along the curve hung.... Sheila almost
gasped. Her mind had told her "People!, bodies!" There
were five of the realest looking mannequins Sheila had
ever seen. They were facing the wall. One, the male had
on a pair of shorts. The others, Sheila realized were
slightly different versions of the two girls with her.
She fought not to look too closely at the extremely
shapely and *real* looking posteriors.

The girls caught her gaze and blushed a bit. Their
shapely asses hanging clearly defined down to the freckle
before this new person, who was obviously affected by
them and herself becoming more desirable by the minute.
Thankfully Sheila turned her gaze to the scanner table
and casting tank.

"This is where it happens." Cindy said, a bit hoarsely.
She had been unprepared for Sheila's obvious reaction to
their images. She felt flush and a bit quivery inside.
She felt a slight dampness begin between her thighs.

She strove on. Explaining the scanning process to Sheila,
who was aghast at the whole process. Nodding in
understanding as Cindy explained each step. Cindy blushed
as she called up her image, portrayed down to the shading
of her pubic hair. Sheila flushed unconsciously. Cindy
quickly selected some images to map over the surface. A
simple geometric pattern. She selected light source
direction and turned the computer loose on it. It
gratefully didn't take long to map the image over her
body.

"And how do you produce the actual fashion?" Sheila
asked... a bit hoarse herself.

"Why don't we show you." Theresa said.

"Really? I can watch?" Sheila asked.

"Of course." Cindy said, trying not to glare at Theresa.
An idea struck her.

"Here. I'll call in Theresa's image and you can select an
image yourself. Then we'll make it for you." Cindy said,
smiling smugly at Theresa, who blushed and glared at her.

Sheila moved to the controls. The nude image of Theresa
clearly defined before her down to the goose bumps if
there'd been any. She experimented, rotating the image.
When she spun the view over the top and then beneath
Theresa blushed a crimson red. Sheila quickly changed the
view, flushing herself with desire for the image mapped
out so real before her. She began to view images.
Landscapes, geometric patterns, faces of famous people.
Astronomical images. Theresa was grateful for the break
away from her vivid image. She too had noted Sheila's
reaction to it. She wasn't so sure her own desires ran
contrary to it. This soon in their relationship however,
it was uncomfortable. As if intimacy were thrust upon
them.

Sheila picked an astrological photo of the ring nebula
for the front, mapping the image centered upon Theresa's
navel. Cindy let her. But made note that the lower
portion of the image would be obscured by pants or skirt.
She pulled in an image of white shorts to show her.

"That's not too bad anyway. The ring rises inside one hip
bone and sets just inside the other." Sheila said.

"But leaves the top of the outfit fairly barren. How
about.... I know. An exploding star on this shoulder."
Cindy suggested, calling in a Hubble shot of Eta-Carena.

"That's incredible. It will really look like that?"
Sheila enthused.

"EXACTLY like that." Cindy said, "but lets rotate it and
see what it looks like from different angles."

They rotated the image and it looked great from most any
angle. Even the top. A burning cauldron of fiery gasses
mapped down over the mound of one of Theresa's lovely
breasts.  Sheila selected a well known image of Albert
Einstein for the back. Then added "E=MC2" off to one
side, at an angle. Cindy took and expanded the text and
mapped it around the body, the "=" sign tracing just
under Theresa's ribs.

"That's great. Let's do that." Sheila suggested.

"Come on Theresa, help me with your Doppelganger." Cindy
said.

Theresa helped her lift her twin down and mount it in the
casting table. Blushing crimson red the whole time.
Sheila watching closely and flushing red herself at the
mirror image of the lovely blonde. The nipples clearly
defined down to the nubbin and even accurately shaded in
all respects. She couldn't help but notice how real...
and desirable the whole body was detailed. The girls
added thin oiled tissue paper, Cindy explaining how it
kept the clothing from bonding to the mannequin. Sheila
watched very closely, much to Theresa's discomfort.

Theresa was more than a little damp herself. Sheila was a
very desirable woman. In some ways like she wished her
own mother was. She found herself imagining what it would
feel like to hug her.... flushing strongly over the
thought. Cindy carefully covering the folds of her
mannequin's labia didn't help her discomfort at all.

Cindy finished up and moved to the computer. Showing
Sheila how they selected a material type for the outfit.

"We're working on cotton-polyester blends and a new
composite memory fiber John heard about. This outfit I
have on actually regulates temperature. When I'm too hot
the fabric sucks in heat and stores it as twist in the
fiber, kind of like a spring. Then when I get too cold
the twist unwinds and gives the stored energy back as
heat. I could actually go outside in this and be
comfortable for a short while." Cindy explained.

Sheila's mouth hung open.

Cindy gently lifted her fingers under Sheila's jaw,
closing it. Chuckling. The touch of Cindy's fingers were
like an electric shock to Sheila. She felt a sudden
dampness of her own.... on top of what she already felt.
She thought she must be dripping by now.

"I know. I find it pretty incredible myself. I'm just
used to it by now." Cindy chuckled.

"I've never gotten used to it. Living with John is like
experiencing a miracle a day." Theresa said.

"I can see that. He must be quite something to live
with." Sheila said.

"He is.........You seem very understanding about that....
How.... I mean... what do you think of... Well, I guess
you've gathered how our relationship is...pretty much
obvious... Well, how do you feel about that?" Theresa
stammered out.

Sheila turned to her. She smiled at her and replied:
"Well, first off. I'm here on business. Your personal
relationships are not my business and should have no
bearing upon what is my business......

But beyond that..... I don't find it the least bit
objectionable... in *any* way. In fact, I'm very envious
of all of you. You seem to be very comfortable with your
relationships with each other. It's obvious that you
*all* love *each* other.  I think that's terrific. A very
rare and treasured thing in this world. I'd gladly give
everything I've got to be a part of something like
it..... everything!

Does that answer your question?"

"Yes... and thank you for being honest and open with us.
It makes it a lot easier working with you, knowing how
you feel." Theresa said.

"I can't let myself be any other way..... Perhaps working
in San Francisco has been good for me in that respect. I
don't have to, nor do I even try to... obscure
my......*Inclinations*." Sheila concluded, giving Theresa
and Cindy a look that made them both flush.

"I think we all understand each other here...." Cindy
replied, boldly returning Sheila's look measure for
measure until Sheila flushed and turned to the screen.

"Yes... I think we do... Let's make this!" she said.

The three of them realized that something important had
just transpired in their relationship, but that it was
best left unspoken for the moment. The tension was too
strong in the room. Starting the weaving process gave
them each a desired diversion.

Sheila watched in wonder as several of the arms on the
casting table took off. Locating key coordinates; Cindy
explained. Then the actual weaving process began. One
slow fiber at a time. Pigmentation being added as it was
extruded.

After a time the weaving became monotonous, especially to
the girls, who had seen it many times before. They let
Sheila watch a bit longer and then Cindy suggested they
retire to the Com room and relax while the machine did
it's work.

Sheila nodded and followed them out.

On the offer of a drink, she openly accepted a scotch
rocks from Cindy. John stocked Laphroaig 20 year old
single malt. The rich amber liquid smoky upon Sheila's
tongue. The girls chose light beverages. Cindy a glass of
wine and Theresa a peach malt cooler.

Cindy put on some easy listening music and they all
settled into easy chairs.

A moment later the phone rang.

"Hi ya, hot buns." Cindy said, answering the phone.

"Not in New York.. it's winter here, you know." John
said.

"Winter here too, but all our buns are warm." Cindy
replied.

"Find out so fast?" John asked.

"Naw, not what you're asking." Cindy replied.

"So she's in earshot?" John asked.

"Yup."

"So how did the day go?" John asked.

"Very good. The spinners working on a demo outfit she
designed. We were just sitting down for a little get
aquatinted. She seems to know her stuff." Cindy said.

"So what do you think of her as a person?" John asked.

"Quite nice, actually. Just about to have a chat." Cindy
replied.

"I thought you would like her.." John chuckled.

"Did you now? Why's that?" Cindy asked.

John was a little slow in answering: "Oh, she just seemed
nice on the phone. So do you and Theresa think you can
work with her?"

"I'll have to let you know." Cindy replied, thinking John
sounded odd for some reason.

"Well, I just called to check in. Not much fun in New
York without my lovelies." John said.

"Well, we'll be here when you get back. Oh, before I
forget. Sheila had a great idea when we gave her the
tour." Cindy said.

"What was that?" John asked.

"An indoor garden on one of the unused floors. Grow
lights to supplement the tracking mirror and hydroponics.
Fresh vegetables year round." Cindy enthused.

"Excellent idea! Will you research what we need? Try the
Internet. If you can figure out a good set up, go ahead
and order it. You've got my credit card number."

"Sure, I'll be glad to. How do we get it here?" Cindy
asked.

"If it's small enough,  The address for the helicopter
place is on my computer index. If you can get it shipped
in time it can come in on the same flight as me. If it's
going to be too bulky, schedule it into that truck
transport place by where I got the Landcruisers done, and
we'll pick it up as soon as the roads passable for the
truck. Theresa knows which trucking company .. maybe
Bonded Trucking or something like that." John said.

"Will you be gone that long?" Cindy asked.

"Looks like I may be here the whole week.  I miss you
both terribly already. Give Theresa a kiss for me. I love
you." John said.

"I will, I love you too. Bye." Cindy said.

"Bye." said John.

Cindy hung up the phone. Theresa looked over, inquiring.

"John, of course. Say's he'll probably be gone the whole
week. Sends his love." Cindy said, sipping at her drink.

"Sounds like a nice guy." Sheila offered.

"Oh... he is...... Now.... tell us about you, not your
business.... but you personally." Cindy said. Telling
Sheila with her eyes exactly what she wanted to hear
about.

Sheila took a big breath and began: "Well... as you've
probably figured out...I'm Bi....I have no serious
relationships going at the moment. I have two women that
I see off and on as the whim hits us... More friends,
really... I guess. But passionate lovers when we're in
the mood. I was married once... I got hurt pretty badly
by it..... Never found an adequate replacement.

I've always had an inclination towards women though. Back
beginning in Jr. High school... That's what basically
tore up my marriage. He couldn't handle my ....
sexuality. Even though we were fairly passionate
ourselves.

You girls don't know how lucky you are if John
understands your relationship. That's pretty rare. Most
guys... even fairly open minded ones -forget the other
ones!- may say they enjoy the sight of women together...
but they don't really. They want what we call in San
Franciso 'Hot Bi Babes', who will entertain them and then
worship them. They'd never think about a long term
relationship with more than one person."

"Oh... I think Theresa and I have a pretty good idea how
lucky we are. We had our own rocky times at the first."
Cindy said, glancing at Theresa..

"Funny, it was more me than John, is what Cindy's *not*
telling you." Theresa admitted. She moved over by Cindy
and lightly played her fingers in her hair as she spoke.

"I guess I wanted it all for myself. Cindy and I were
involved before... Back home. Then I came out here and
met John. We got involved... god he fought it..... Then a
few months later I talked to Cindy... She was having some
hard times..... I talked John into letting her come
here.....

I guess I thought I could just pick up our relationship
where it left off, and maintain the one I had with John
without one affecting the other.... It didn't work.

John and Cindy *were* attracted to each other... which I
resented... Fearing that either of them would steal the
other one from me. It took me a long time to realize that
they both cared for me first....or at least equally. They
were both sweethearts about the whole thing. They didn't
get together at all until I was finally comfortable with
it." Theresa concluded.

"We're both from abusive homes... " Cindy added in
explanation, "That's probably what got us together to
start with... we shared ... common experiences..... and
not good ones." she concluded, dropping her head.

"Well... it's wonderful that you all found each other."
Sheila said, meaning it.

"I think I like you very much, Sheila." Theresa said.

"I do too.... I'm looking forward to getting to know you
better." Cindy added, a sly smile on her lips.

"I think you girls are great too. I like you both
already. God, we only met this morning and I feel like
we're old friends.  We're telling each other all our
secrets and it feels perfectly natural.... Yes. I think
I'm going to enjoy very much getting to know you better
too." Sheila said.... returning Cindy's sly smile and
adding one to Theresa, who blushed.

"Well... that said... Welcome to our home, Sheila." Cindy
said, standing.

She squeezed Theresa's hand and then walked to where
Sheila was sitting. She bent and kissed her softly on the
lips. It was more than just a friendly welcome. Both
women felt their pulses increase measurably. Theresa's
jaw dropped and she flushed.

"Thank you." Sheila said, "It's good to know I'm
welcome." Squeezing Cindy's hand warmly between both
hers.

"Now, it's my night to cook. Which would you prefer;
Seafood, which I suspect you get enough of back home, or
a steak." Cindy asked.

"Mmmm Steak sounds good. Medium Rare?" Sheila said,
holding Cindy's gaze as well as her hand.

Cindy nodded. "You've got it. Theresa, I leave our lovely
guest in your capable, lovely hands." she said, squeezing
Sheila's grasp before slipping from it.

She walked to Theresa and openly kissed her deeply.
Squeezing her cute butt in the process and winking at
her. Then she headed out of the room.

Theresa watched her leave... she felt trapped. Sheila
turned to her and addressed all her unspoken fears.

"I know... It takes time... That we've got. .... Tell me
how you met John." She said.

Theresa instantly felt her affection for this woman grow.
She smiled at her and the mood lifted considerably.

"He ran over me with his car.... " Theresa began...

Over the next little while Theresa told her the whole
story...how she had run away... and why... about the
cowboy in the pickup.... about how John had been such a
dear when he took her in. About how she had finally
seduced him... About what Cindy's life was like with her
folks and how their relationship had begun....

Even things she had never told John... She felt
comfortable taking about with Sheila, who listened,
really listened, without judging.

When Theresa's eyes teared up Sheila set her drink down
and held out her hand to her. Theresa rushed into her
arms and sobbed against her like.... the mother she
wanted.

When Theresa finally lifted her head to Sheila's gaze,
Sheila kissed her softly... Theresa deepened the kiss
herself. Feeling her heart pounding and her desire
quicken inside her.

Sheila didn't take advantage of the girl, as much as she
desired to. She just held and comforted the girl
tenderly. Kissing her tears away and feeling a great
admiration and growing feeling of kinship for John.

Cindy stuck her head into the door and announced dinner.
Sheila stood and pulled Theresa to her for a big,
motherly hug and a soft kiss before she walked arm in arm
with her to the kitchen.

"Did you two have a nice chat?" Cindy inquired, noticing
Theresa's bloodshot eyes.

"Very nice...." Sheila said.

"I think we should keep her around." Theresa said out of
the blue.

Now Cindy looked trapped. She looked to Theresa in
exasperation.

Once again Sheila addressed the fear she saw: "I think
that you both have all week to decide that and there's no
need to rush things. Let's all take the time to become
comfortable with what you decide then."

Cindy looked at her grateful and nodded. But she was
leaning strongly in the direction Theresa had indicated.

Dinner was wonderful. Cindy was a good cook as well. A
light dinner salad with honey lemon dressing. Baked
potato or Rice Pilaf and tender cooked baby carrots.
Sheila chose the Pilaf. Her steak was perfect. Cindy had
chosen an excellent Gamay wine to go with the meal.

Over dinner Cindy explained that fresh vegetables were
one drawback of living so far out. Sheila's idea about
the hydroponics room would help solve that. When Sheila
inquired about the salad, Cindy said John had made a
special trip into town just the previous day especially
for lettuce. They had an ample supply, but that it would
be wilting a bit by the end of the week. Sheila felt
really special over her treatment and said so.

"Well, John told us that you were.... special. Business
wise. I don't think he knows just how special you really
are as a person... yet." Cindy told her.

"Well... You've made me feel very special. I can't tell
you how much that means to me." Sheila said.

She longed to tell them about her night with John and how
special she thought he was... especially now that she had
gotten to know the girls a little better... She found
herself falling in love with all of them. She pushed the
thought aside and moved the conversation to their fashion
venture.

She told them how fantastic their venture was and how
*big* it was likely to get.

 The girls jaws dropped when she told them how much her
simple business suit was. And how much she had tied up in
her work wardrobe, not counting her social wardrobe.

"Well, how about we build you a complete wardrobe before
you leave here?" Cindy offered.

"What? Scan me?" Sheila asked, nervously.

"Why not? Isn't that what we propose doing for each of
our customers. We may as well get your input on the
process. Uh... we don't need to do a *complete* scan...
unless you want a love toy...  I think the standard scan
gets personal enough. In fact, I must warn you... it
makes one horny as hell!" Cindy said.

"Okay... I guess... I think I'd better see what it's
like. Maybe I can suggest ways to make it less daunting.
Now?" Sheila said.

"No need to put you through that tonight. You've had
quite a full day as it is... Hot tub and Wine? Scotch and
Video? or would you rather just retire early for the
night?" Cindy offered.

"Hot tub and Wine sounds delightful." Sheila smiled,
"John said you had a pool so I brought my suit."

"Oh... we're pretty casual about that around here. You're
welcome to wear one if you'd feel more comfortable, but I
figure with how real the mannequins are that Theresa and
I have no secrets from you." Cindy said, smiling.

"Suits me fine. Lord knows I've climbed nude into hot
tubs with people I found much less attractive than you
two. Kind of a California thing." Sheila smiled.

"How about the Wine, would you like to pick one?" Theresa
offered.

"Sure...another California tradition..." Sheila chuckled.



They adjourned to the gym. Theresa guiding her into the
wine cellar to make her choice. Cindy headed for the tub
and began to disrobe.

In the wine room Sheila selected a bottle of Mendico
County Chenin Blank that she knew to be an excellent
vintage. As she turned Theresa pulled her to her and
kissed her deeply.

"I just want you to know, that I meant what I said about
keeping you around. I know John just hired you as a
consultant.. but I want you to think about staying on to
help us run things. Cindy and I don't have a clue about
business and it seems that you do... besides which, I
like you." Theresa told her.

Sheila held the embrace, feeling Theresa's nipples
clearly though her clothes. Partially from the chilly
room.

"I like you too, Theresa. And I'm certainly not opposed
to working with you and Cindy. But lets give ourselves
the whole week to get really comfortable with
everything... Okay?" Sheila asked.

"Okay... I just wanted you to know how I felt." Theresa
said.

"You feel pretty damn good to me." Sheila chuckled,
breaking their embrace.

She turned and headed for the hot tub. Theresa stopped
and got a wine opener and some special high density
plastic goblets that John had gotten for around the pool
and hot tub.

Cindy was laying back in the tub, her breasts just out of
the water. It was a very appealing sight.

Sheila disrobed as Theresa opened the wine. She felt no
shame over her body. She kept herself in shape. She knew
from the attention she usually got how good she really
looked. It didn't bother her in the least that Cindy
observed her openly, or that Theresa did clandestinely.
She lay her suit well away from the chance of splashing.
Then nude, and Cindy thought, magnificent, she gracefully
walked to the edge of the tub.

Theresa began to disrobe and Sheila took an interest in
how her outfit was held together. A narrow Velcro like
strip along the top of the shoulders... another one in
the crotch, but not near as stiff or as thick as real
Velcro. Theresa showed her the closures and then peeled
her outfit off like a banana peel. Sheila realizing just
how exact the mannequins were down to the shading around
her erect nipples.

She was magnificent. Sheila handed a glass of wine to
Cindy as she crawled into the luscious hot water. She sat
back in a built in seat. There were three of them. None
too far a reach from any of the others. A small bench
seat completely ringed the tub elsewhere. Sheila settled
into one of the custom seats. The hot bubbling water
kneading her travel aches away. Cindy used a remote to
turn on some mellow, non-demanding music.

Sheila lay with her eyes closed, sipping the excellent
wine from time to time. She didn't mind at all when a
hand touched her leg beneath the water. She reached it
and squoze it gently. Not opening her eyes to even see
whose it was. Then she lightly placed it back on her
inner thigh, just above the knee. She wasn't surprised
when the hand inched upwards.

A giggle from the other side of the pool caused Sheila to
open her eyes. Theresa was kissing Cindy deeply. The
hand, to Sheila's mild surprise, belonged to Cindy.
Theresa moved off to pour more wine and Sheila used the
hand, now tickling at her shaved vulva, to pull Cindy
towards her. They met in a passionate kiss and the hand
softly caressed the bare skin and finally sought out the
clitoris and stroked it gently. Setting her wine aside,
Sheila's hands moved to Cindy's firm breasts, caressing
them softly, her fingers flicking over the hard ends
lightly.

Cindy giggled through the kiss. Sheila found out why when
Theresa's head surfaced between them, took a few deep
breaths and dove again. This time Sheila felt her legs
pushed apart and a talented tongue lash out at her
clitoris.

Cindy moved to the side and continued to kiss Sheila
deeply as her hands moved over the older woman's large,
firm breasts. Sheila's fingers feeling under the water
slid up the inside of Cindy's leg and over her pubic
area. Teasing it lightly. Her other hand played softly
behind Theresa's ear.

Then Cindy, without looking reach out to a control and
felt around. She changed it and most the pump noise went
away. Soft gentle bubbles caressed at Sheila's body while
fingertips explored it. One stream of air rising from the
seat beneath her, bubbling up over her pubic area,
tickling it. She realized that Theresa was using it to
breathe when she didn't come up. Sheila lay back in
abandon to the two lovely, nubile, young women doing an
excellent job of raising her to a sexual frenzy.

Theresa seemed to know exactly how to please her. A
finger found her G-spot while another just tickled at her
anus a bit. The tongue sliding around her clitoris soon
put her over the edge, her hips rising up out of the
water, Theresa's head tracking it expertly as a moaning
cry escaped Sheila's lips and her body convulsed again
and again. Like waves breaking against a shore.

Barely had the onslaught subsided when Sheila felt a
different pair of lips against hers as Theresa kissed her
deeply. The two girls lifting her to a higher step on the
seat. Cindy's expert tongue now assaulted Sheila's vulva.
Her hips now out of the water, the tongue delved deep
into the crevasse between her legs. Tasting her
womanhood. The only break was when Cindy lifted her head
to share her flavor with Theresa in a deep kiss. Theresa
had little chance while under the water, she sucked
hungrily at Cindy's tongue for the exotic nectar of love.
Then Cindy was back at it and Sheila tasted herself in
Theresa's next probing kiss.

Hands were everywhere on her body, caressing and teasing
her. Never had Sheila known such an onslaught of love in
her life. Once again her hips lifted high in the air as
her lungs emptied themselves in a passionate cry. Then
the girls softly caressed her slowly back to reality.
Kissing her softly on the neck, nipples and inner thigh.

Sheila's body glowed from the hot water and hotter love
she had experienced.

When she was finally able to sit up she kissed Theresa
deeply as she walked her back against the side of the
pool. She spread her thighs and moved between them,
catching Cindy's hand and pulling her between them with
her. She kissed Cindy deeply, holding the kiss as she
bent the two of them over Theresa's pubic mound. Then she
guided Cindy's head with hers to Theresa's clitoris. They
swirled their tongues in unison on either side of the
young blondes swollen clitoris. One hand explored between
each others ass cheeks as the other of their hands
caressed Theresa's large firm breasts.

The double assault upon Theresa's clitoris soon had her
on the edge, but Sheila knew exactly what she was doing
as well. She'd work Theresa to the very edge, and then
divert Cindy's tongue into a deep kiss, the two of them
sharing Theresa's juices between them.

Sheila flicking her tongue to the side to maintain
Theresa on the edge. She worked her fingers under Cindy
between her labia and one finger entered her tight vagina
while others found and caressed her clitoris. She began
to work Cindy up to Theresa's level. Performing a
balancing act between them.

When she felt Cindy's body tensing, she backed off just a
bit, slowly working her to the precipice where she held
Theresa so precariously balanced.

Cindy was doing her best to follow her example, probing
inside her slick vagina with two fingers. Her thumb
rubbing expertly against Sheila's Clitoris.

Sheila felt herself loosing control. The next time she
felt Cindy tensing, she increased her attention upon her
clitoris as she bent and took a long swipe with her
tongue starting at Theresa's anus and up between her
labia, deep inside her vagina, twisting back and forth
before settling in earnest upon her clitoris. Sucking it
between her lips and delivering a series of rapid side to
side flicks that toppled Theresa over the edge.

She felt Cindy's vagina suddenly squeezing hard against
her finger as she felt her own orgasm engulf her. All
three women cried out in unison as their bodies convulsed
and shook.

Theresa's hips lifting high in the air, Sheila tracked
them expertly while her own body convulsed in waves. She
felt Cindy's vagina balloon out away from her finger and
then squeeze down hard once more. She imagined her own to
be doing much the same to Cindy's fingers.

Sheila continued her flicks upon Theresa, one orgasm
building upon the other as she increased her rotation
upon Cindy's throbbing clitoris. Again and again she
controlled and orchestrated the two girls cry's of orgasm
while dealing with her own until her knees buckled
beneath her and she collapsed to the relative safety of
the underwater seat. Panting for breath.

Cindy's head momentarily sinking beneath the surface,
Sheila pulling her into her lap for safety her body
quivering against her. Sheila's head leaned back against
Theresa's vulva, slowly turning her head from side to
side as random contractions diminished behind her.

When they could breath again, Theresa slipped into the
water beside them and Cindy pulled Sheila into a deep,
slow kiss. A moment after Cindy's lips left hers Theresa
lips replaced them and she kissed her hungrily in thanks
for the many deep orgasms that she had given her.

Then the girls all sort of snuggled together. Caressing
each other softly now and then as they cooled down, their
passion spent.

When droplets of perspiration broke out on Sheila's
forehead, Cindy suggested a quick dip in the pool to cool
off a bit before bed. Sheila nodded and the three of them
walked arm in arm... sort of holding each other up, to
the pool. The two girls left her side at the pool and
Sheila jumped in. The cooler water shocking her system
back to a different reality. She slowly rolled on her
back and kicked a length to the other side and back, her
body tingling and alive. He mind awash in endorphins
making her languid. She climbed out and lay on one of the
soft chaises. Toweling the moisture from her body. She
felt like a million dollars. The girls continued to
splash and swim about for a time, coming together to kiss
or fondle each other. Sheila dismissed it as youthful
exuberance. She herself was done for.

The girls climbed out and toweled each other dry then
came over and each kissed Sheila softly. She just shook
her head in reply to Cindy's question about her wanting
something to drink or eat.

"Not a thing...loves. I've been pampered, fed, caressed
and loved to my limit. All I want now is a soft bed."
Sheila said, honestly.

"You will join us in ours, I hope?" Theresa offered.

"Maybe tomorrow night. Tonight I just want to sleep. I
fear I would dampen your youthful playing. It's all too
much, too fast. I need time to regroup." Sheila replied,
again honestly.

"Of course... you're welcome whenever you wish. But I
understand." Cindy said.

"You sure?" Theresa asked, somewhat dejected.

Sheila pulled her into a deep, gentle kiss and then said:
"You are truly lovely. You both are. Now go have your
fun. I'll be fine. I just want to sleep."

"Come on, at least let us walk you to your room." Cindy
said, extending a hand.

"Thank you." Sheila said, taking it.

When Cindy pulled her to her feet she held her against
her for a moment. Their breasts merging between them. She
kissed her softly.

Then the girls, one on each side walked her to her room.
She hugged and kissed each one tenderly.

"Sleep as long as you'd like in the morning. We'll be in
the kitchen when you feel like it. No need to be so
formal. You'll find shorts and blouses that will fit you
in the wardrobe." Cindy told her. Then they left her.

Sheila turned back the covers, used the bathroom,
staggering as she brushed her teeth. She fell into the
bed and barely got the cover over her before she was
asleep, love rushes spinning in her head the last moments
of her consciousness.

Chapter  40

"Feel like a snack?" Cindy asked Theresa.

"Oh.. I don't know... maybe." she replied, still dejected
from Sheila's refusal to join them.

"Well, come keep me company, even if you're not hungry."
Cindy said.

"Sure, Okay." Theresa said.

Once in the kitchen Theresa asked: "I wonder why she
didn't want to sleep with us?"

"Probably to give us time to talk, alone. She's one savvy
lady." Cindy said.

"That she is... talk about what?" Theresa asked, puzzled.

"Look Theresa, I realize you're very taken with her.. but
Jesus... You only met her this morning. What's this about
asking her to hang around?"

"What? What's wrong with that? I like her." Theresa said.

"I like her too, but not that much this fast. Remember,
we have someone else who lives here too." Cindy said.

"Oh, John will just love her, I'm sure." Theresa said,
dreamily.

"God, listen to yourself, Theresa. You just met her this
morning! It took you over a month to decide to share John
with *me*. Now you want to share him, and me, with this
woman after just one day?"  Cindy said.

"But.... I thought you liked her." Theresa said.

"Look, I do like her, she's adorable. Utterly adorable,
and fairly savvy as a business person. That's what she's
here for. About the business. Let's not let our pussies
run away with our minds. The simple fact is that we don't
really know anything about her. What's she really like?
How does she react when somebody leaves the top off the
toothpaste or when somebody we both know and love leaves
the toilet seat up? What are her ethics like? That all
takes time to find out." Cindy said.

"Oh... she's alright. You saw how she opened up when you
asked her what her personal life was like." Theresa said.

"I just wanted her to be open about something that was
fairly obvious from almost the start. She was fairly
drooling over us all day. " Cindy said.

"But she told you.. Isn't that honorable?" Theresa asked.

"No... that's honesty, which is not the same thing. And
if she's so honorable, then why didn't she ask us how
John would feel about us making love with her?" Cindy
asked.

"But John said we could... specifically." Theresa argued.

"Yes.. and I've wondered about that... But she didn't
know that." Cindy said. Inside her mind a piece fell into
a puzzle and she suddenly asked herself: "Or did she?"

"I don't know. Maybe she assumed it was okay... because
we started it." Theresa said.

"You really think that? Because we made the first moves
towards her physically that we started it?" Cindy asked.

"Well, yes." Theresa said.

"Oh my dear sweet innocent naive lover. You've got a lot
to learn about the world. Your very first woman besides
me and she sweeps you off your feet without you even
realizing it." Cindy said.

"But she was your first woman besides me.. and she swept
you off your feet too." Theresa said.

"Wrong on both counts, love. I had a lover after you left
town and I *let* Sheila sweep me off my feet. I was fully
aware of what was going on from shortly after she got
here." Cindy said.

Theresa looked hurt. "You had another lover?" She asked.

"Yes." Cindy said.

"Who?" Theresa asked.

"Doesn't matter. That's over, I'm here." Cindy replied.

"But you never told me!" Theresa cried.

"It wasn't your business. Look Theresa, you left town,
remember? You didn't say good bye, you didn't say you'd
be true to me... which you weren't, you didn't say a
word. You just disappeared. At first I was worried sick
about you. But I figured you were a big girl who could
take care of herself. Besides, there wasn't much I could
do about it. I went on with my life.

"One day I met an older woman. She gave me a certain look
and well, I figured out what it meant and gave it back to
her. We made love...Lots of love. God we did it morning
noon and night. Like you and I did last time John was
gone. I never told you about it because it was between
her and I. You weren't involved. It was none of your
business and still isn't."

"But... but... I was true to you!" Theresa cried.

"Oh really? Have you forgotten John?" Cindy replied.

"But ....."

"I know, somehow he doesn't count, right?" Cindy said.

"No... I didn't say that. And I did call you." Theresa
wept.

"Yes you did, and I'm grateful for that. My folks found
out I was seeing this woman. That's when they really
started to get abusive. Both physically and sexually.
That's when you called. I was never so grateful for
anything in my life. I came running the first chance you
and John gave me. Even knowing that you were living with
an older man. Undoubtedly having sex with him. I had no
clue where I would stand with you. But I came anyway.
Because I had no place else to go. I'm glad I did. I'm
grateful you asked. But that's over and done.

"Actually I gave you lots of clues. You just didn't seem
to notice. You might have noticed that I wasn't quite so
clumsy and knew a great deal more about pleasing a woman.
God, I did things to you on that first night that we had
never even thought of before. You just accepted it. Never
asked where I'd learned it. Never asked what my life had
been like after you left."  Cindy said.

"But...." Theresa said... weeping.

Cindy took her into her arms and cradled her. Sitting
back in a chair with Theresa on her lap... Like a hurt
child.

"Look Theresa... I love you with all my heart. I always
have since we first met. You didn't think about John when
you said you'd been true to me. Because you really
thought you had been. You've got this carefully
constructed double standard. One side doesn't even know
that the other side exists. That's what happened to you
when I first arrived. You loved me, you loved John, but
you had this blind spot when it came to John and I
wanting each other. You felt betrayed, because we even
*could* want each other. But life is not this simple
black and white, yes or no world that you seem to think
exists. There's a million shades of gray scale and as
many levels of maybe.

"Now the thing about Sheila. ... We just met her. Yes, I
find her attractive, both sexually and intellectually.
But we honestly don't know enough about her yet to go
inviting her into our lives.  Let alone trust her with
all the money the business is going to generate or invite
her to share our man.

"I *will* say, that for now it looks positive in her
favor. We'll see.  In the mean time. Have a good time.
*GET* to know her. Have fun. *Learn* what she *really*
has to offer. Then if nothing else, you've had a great
week. Otherwise you have more information to base your
decision on. Not because she sort of looks like your
mother and seems to act like you would have liked your
mother to act." Cindy concluded.

Theresa looked at her friend, startled.

"Yes, love. I know you better than you think. I noticed
the resemblance to your mother too. Maybe before you did.
I also knew how *you* would react if she was just a
little bit nice. Well, she's *a lot* nice. Your heart
went *bump* and here we are, talking about it." Cindy
said.

Theresa was mostly silent.. She just snuggled to her dear
friend and digested all that she had said. Maybe it was
all too fast, she reflected. But she thought about
Sheila's treatment of her when she had wept on her
shoulder.

"I still think she's alright." she said softy.

"Maybe so... that's what we're going to find out..... I
promise you that; I won't *say* no to her until I *know*
that I *mean* no. I also won't say yes to her until I
*know* that I *mean* yes. I don't know either right now.
I've got some more things that I want to ask her though."

"Like what?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... questions about business. How she'd go about
getting us established, how she'd handle different
situations. And one other thing...."

"What's that?" Theresa inquired.

"I'm not certain. I want to think about it some more...
but for now. Come on. Lets go to bed. I want to feel you
in my arms all night."  Cindy said, standing and taking
her lover by the hand. She killed the lights and led her
downstairs to the bedroom.

Despite all the loving they'd done earlier, Cindy made
tender love to Theresa, because she thought she needed
it. Theresa was asleep seconds after a gentle climax
gripped her body. Cindy lay cradling her in her arms.
Thinking about things. Finally she kissed Theresa gently
on the forehead and snuggled in herself to drift to
sleep.

Chapter  41

"Your turn to cook. Sleepyhead." Cindy's voice said
softly in Theresa's ear.

She opened her eyes and Cindy kissed her softly.

"Come on. Lets shower together and then I'll help you."
Cindy coaxed.

Theresa nodded and headed for the bathroom. Cindy seemed
to sense something and gave her a little bit of privacy
while she made the bed. When she heard the toilet flush
she entered the bathroom and joined Theresa in the
shower. They soaped each other and squirmed together as
usual. Theresa slowly coming awake from the water and
sexual energy that built up. Cindy didn't release that
energy.... she figured Theresa would be getting enough
release over the next few days. She actually hoped to
herself. But time would tell.

They toweled each other dry and then teased and combed
their hair under the blow dryer. Theresa stopped to brush
her teeth, Cindy had brushed before she woke Theresa.

Cindy moved to the wardrobe. She considered. She selected
her silver spandex shorts and a tube top. She slipped on
terry top sandals to protect her feet. Theresa looked
about and selected white terry shorts... her tightest
pair and also selected a tube top. She thought about it
and selected open toed sandals, some of her favorites
when she wore any. The two made their way to the kitchen
and started breakfast.

About forty five minutes later Sheila walked in, brushing
out her still damp hair. The girls were sitting at the
table drinking coffee when she came in. She moved to each
of them and kissed them softly. Saying good morning and
heading for the Coffee pot.

"No, sit down. I'll get it." Theresa said.

"Thanks.. but I usually get my own. I don't even ask my
secretary at the office to get coffee for me." Sheila
said.

"Sit down anyway. You're our guest and I want to make you
feel comfortable." Theresa insisted.

"I do feel comfortable. But thanks." Sheila said,
sitting.

Cindy considered her over her cup.

"Monte Cristo's alright for you?" Cindy asked.

"God, I love them, but I haven't had them for ages."
Sheila said.

"Coming up." Theresa said, setting a large mug of French
roast before her.

The girls had pre-cooked the French toast on one side and
layered the insides with the fillings. All Theresa had to
do was toast one side and then the other and serve them.
Minutes later she set the first one before Sheila. She
took a bite and rolled her eyes.

"This is great." She said to Theresa.

"Cindy's recipe." Theresa said from the stove.

"Can I have a copy of it?" Sheila asked.

"Sure.. " Cindy said, a little aloof.

Sheila seemed to contemplate something for a while as she
ate. Finally she said: "Look, I've been kind of worried
this morning. Are you girls going to get in trouble with
John for what we did last night?"

Theresa looked to Cindy as if to say: "See! I told you
so."

Cindy just replied: "No... John told us we could... Gave
us specific permission that we could make love with you,
if we felt like it."

"My, that was pretty generous of him." Sheila said.

"That's what I thought too. Damn generous." Cindy said.

Theresa looked at her abruptly. What the hell was Cindy
doing?

Sheila sort looked at her plate.

"You want to tell us *all* about it?" Cindy said.

"About what?" Theresa asked for Sheila.

"About her and John in San Francisco." Cindy said,
coldly.

"What!?" Theresa asked, having no clue what Cindy was
talking about.

Sheila looked up and faced Cindy, holding her gaze evenly
and asked: "How did you know?"

"Oh... I love our darling John with all my heart, but
sometimes he gets just a little too smart for himself. I
wondered last night about why you didn't ask if it was
alright with John if we made love with you. It occurred
to me that it made sense if you already *knew* it was
okay.

"That got me to thinking about things John said when he
talked about you. He said that he only talked with you
for a little while.. but he never said: 'on the phone'
Theresa and I just assumed it. Every time we asked him
something about you he skirted around the question of
whether he'd actually *met* you. He didn't lie to us.. he
just didn't tell us the whole truth. Tied together with
some of the things you said, it sort of all added up.
Even the way you'd get all starry eyed when you talked
about him. Now a straight question: Did you meet with
John in San Franciso."

"He said you were smart. Yes. We met, briefly." Sheila
said, no remorse in her voice.

"What?" Theresa gasped.

"Theresa, didn't you consider it *odd* that John *had* to
be out of town at the very time when we *had* to meet
with Sheila?" Cindy asked her.

"Well.... a little." Theresa said.

"I considered it very odd." Cindy said, "So, Sheila, do
you want to tell us about it?"

"What do you want to know?" Sheila asked.

"Did John tell you to make love with us?" Cindy asked.

"No... and I wouldn't have had anything to do with him if
he had. He did say it was okay with him if we all felt
like it and we did. I accepted that. That's the only
reason I did it last night. Because I honestly wanted to.
Not because anybody told me to."  Sheila answered levely.

"So how much did you see of John in San Franciso... Why
don't you just tell us about it from the start." Cindy
said.

Theresa flipped the last sandwiches onto a plate and
switched off the stove. She came and sat down at the
table. Extremely interested in what had transpired. Not
having a clue how Cindy knew. She looked to Sheila for a
reply.

Sheila looked at Theresa and her heart sank. The
disappointment she saw wounded her. She took a deep
breath.

"Sure. You've figured that much out. I can see why you
want to know the rest. Okay... I was sitting in the
*Pussy Chat* bar......" Sheila began.

She told the girls everything, leaving nothing out. What
they had talked about, What John said. What he did and
didn't do. What he had offered her and  why. What she had
seen of the patents and how John was worried because he
had figured out that the girls knew about the video
system. She also explained his dilemma. And what he had
told her about the girls.

After she finished she said: "That's it. That's the whole
story."

"And you and John slept together, but didn't have sex?"
Cindy asked.

"As difficult to believe as it sounds, yes, that's true.
I would have in a heartbeat. I let him know it too. You
don't get to meet a guy like John in San Francisco every
day. Or anywhere else for that matter." Sheila said.

"Not difficult at all for me to believe... that's our
John, that's one of the reasons why we love him so much.
So.... What exactly are your interests in all this. Why
are you here?" Cindy asked.

"You can't be serious! Cindy!" Theresa said.

"I'm damn serious! I want to know exactly and honestly
what her motivations are. If not then we pick up the
phone and call the helicopter. " Cindy spat at her.

"It's okay, Theresa. I don't mind. If John was mine I'd
feel the same way. My motivations are:

"First. The business. Honestly it's the opportunity of a
lifetime. I can be very good for that business. I've
served my apprenticeship for that position over my whole
adult life. I'm perfect for the job, it's perfect for me.
I want to be involved in it no matter what our
relationship turns out to be.

"I'm realistic enough to realize that if you two think
poorly of me then it's probably out of the question. If
that's the case. So be it. I won't lie to you to get the
job, and I damn sure didn't make love with you to get it.
The simple fact is: we need each other.

"Second: John.... I have never known a man like him in my
entire life. It has nothing to do with his money. I'm
very comfortable by myself in that respect. I wouldn't
give a damn if he were penniless.

"He's what my husband was not. He's understanding. He's
non-judgmental. He's loving and tender and has more
ethics in his little toe than the entire business
community in San Francisco combined. In short. ... I love
him. I want to be with him. I'd be lying if I said other
wise and you know it.

Third: You girls..... What I felt for you yesterday ....
and still feel for you today. Is honest and true. I think
you are both adorable. You, Theresa have a sensitivity
and open honestness that just stole my heart away. You,
Cindy are bright, loving and protective of those you
love.... I don't blame you for that at all. In fact I
greatly admire you for that.

You are both fabulous lovers.

God, last night I just about passed out brushing my
teeth. I did pass out the second my head hit the pillow.
This morning I was sorry I didn't sleep with you last
night. I missed your arms around me........

Well, that's how I really feel about everything....

So....do we call the helicopter or do we go to work?"
Sheila concluded. Tears streaming freely down her cheeks.

Theresa's dam had broken long before. Cindy's eyes were
more than a bit sparkly.

Cindy said: "We go to work... after we go back to bed."

Sheila knocked her chair over as she flew into Cindy's
arms.



A long time later the three of them lay together on the
bed. Happily satiated.

Sheila softly stroked the two of them with her
fingertips.

"God... I've never been so afraid in my whole life as I
was back there in the kitchen." Sheila said.

Cindy crawled over atop her and kissed her, softly.

"What about?" she asked.

"I was so afraid you'd send me away." Sheila replied.

"I almost did." Cindy said.

"Why didn't you?" Sheila asked.

"Well... It wasn't what you said about the business.
Although it's true. We do need you. But that simple fact
is that we would have gotten along without you. Maybe not
as well, but we would have done it.

"And it wasn't what you said about Theresa and I.
Although it was also true. I think you're adorable
myself. But my life has been very satisfying so far in
that respect. As much as I enjoy making love with you, I
could have gotten along without you. Don't take it
personal. It's just plain fact. I wouldn't have liked it.
It's not what I *prefer*, but I could have done it.

"It was what you said about John. I couldn't fault you
for loving him for the very reasons that Theresa and I
do. But it was what you said about his ethics that
impressed me. Most people on the planet don't even know
what ethics are. You do. You would have to, to recognize
how important they are to John. Not only did you
recognize it, but you were impressed by it. Not only
impressed but god damn impressed. I could see it in your
face and hear it in your voice. The only reason that
would be the case, is if you were an ethical person
yourself. That's mostly what changed my mind."  Cindy
concluded, softly kissing her.

"You say mostly... what else?" Sheila asked, tracing her
fingertips down Cindy's back.

"Oh... hard as it is for me to admit it; John wants you.
He wouldn't have gone to all this fucking trouble if he
didn't. I want what John wants. You're what John wants.
So I want you too. In his life, I mean. I want you for
myself besides that, but mainly I want you in his life
because he does." Cindy said.

"How can you be so self-less." Sheila asked in
astonishment.

"I'm not self-less. I'm very selfish. I just happen to be
the most selfish about keeping my man happy." Cindy
concluded.

"I promise you. I will do my very best to try to meet
that goal myself." Sheila said, solemnly.

"I know you will... that's why you're still here." Cindy
chuckled.

"John said you were a smart one... but I don't know if he
realizes just how smart you are." Sheila said.

"That's because I'm smart enough not to let him know."
Cindy chuckled.

"I'm still lost in San Francisco... What happened?"
Theresa asked from the side.

Cindy rolled over atop her friend and said: "What
happened, is that we have a new partner and another mouth
to feed. And you get to cuddle to her anytime you'd
like.. Just like a real mom, only better. Cause she can
cuddle back without hurting you."

"Do I have to call her mom?" Theresa asked, grinning
fiercely.

"Oh God, please don't!" Sheila moaned.

They all cracked up and laughed themselves to tears....

Then they made love again... and again....and yet again.



Chapter  42

It was afternoon. A rainbow drifted across the wall of
the otherwise darkened room. The women were all loved
out, yet continued to caress each other.

Cindy crawled over and whispered something in Theresa's
ear. A grin broke out on Theresa's face. She nodded and
slowly rolled to her feet.

All Sheila could do was watch her go. Which she did,
admiring the sleek backside. Cindy rolled over to her and
kissed her softly.

"I'm going to go try to help Theresa make some lunch."
Cindy said, "Why don't you just lay here and re-coup your
energy."

Sheila half nodded. Which was really all the energy she
had left.

Cindy kissed her softly one last time and rolled off the
bed onto shaky feet.

Sheila watched her recede as well. Her backside no less
shapely than Theresa's..... different, but just as nice.

The girls had done quite a number on her. Ganging up to
please her again and again.

That had only been the beginning. Then Cindy got out her
little toy. Apparently Sheila's inner dimensions weren't
to far different from Theresa's. In the following half
hour she had experienced far more orgasms than she had
previously experienced in a whole week, when she was
*very* sexually active.

That had been years before when she was younger. Then, it
had left her almost a basket case, even spread over a
whole week. She had wandered around in a hazed state.
Barely able to talk.

Now.... all at once.....She shivered.

She understood now why John thought that perhaps the
relationship had lasted so long, was because the girls
had each other as well. They could use their boundless
youthful energy upon each other, saving John from cardiac
arrest. Sheila lay there thinking how she'd been poked
and stroked, caressed and licked almost to death herself.

A slow smile crept over her face. Life was good.

She closed her eyes and floated in the warm mist of
endorphins that enshrouded her.

[Endorphins are natural opiates that the body produces to
reward itself for positive behavior. They are what a
person feels after a hard day of work, or skiing. Or the
warm, listfull feeling a person feels after sex.]

"I'm a love junkie." Thought Sheila, as she drifted off
to sleep.

Sometime later a gentle hand caressed her breasts. Lips
were upon hers. Now, she was slightly more cognizant.
Just barely.

She opened her eyes and Cindy smiled at her.

"Hey, sleeping beauty. How about some coffee and
nourishment." She said softly.

"Uh!" Sheila grunted.

"Scoot up and lean against the headboard so I can swing
the tray around." Cindy said.

"Uh." Sheila replied. Slowly creeping towards the
headboard. She finally reached the distant destination
and pulled herself half erect.

Her lovely breasts hanging free before her as she leaned
back against the headboard. Cindy swung the tray around
and placed a large mug of coffee before her.

Sheila looked at it and eventually figured out that the
only way to get it to her mouth, was to pick it up.

She decided which arm she would use and sent word to it
to perform it's task. It resisted.

"Please" she murmured.

Slowly the arm lifted itself and grasped the cup. She
steadied herself and leaned towards the tray. Slowly the
cup levitated and tipped to her lips.

The first sip was like nectar from the gods. It prompted
her to request another from her arm. Which grudgingly
complied.

Slowly the fog started to lift. She figured out that she
could see better if she left her eyes open. That was a
big help.

When she had about half the mug imbibed, she nodded to
the arm and said: "Thank you."

Her eyes began to search the tray for the mythical
nourishment that Cindy had mentioned. After a time she
became alarmed. Her eyes must be broken. She could locate
none. She searched in every corner of the tray. She even
talked her other arm into helping out with a tactile
search. It was futile. The food was lost somewhere.

"Looking for something?" Theresa's voice asked from the
foot of the bed.

Sheila raised her eyes. Then opened them wide. A shot of
panic raced through her body.

The mannequin had come alive! It stood at the foot of the
bed, wearing the outfit she had designed. It was holding
her food! It wanted to trade food for sex, Sheila
reasoned.

"I have nothing left to give." Sheila said to the
mannequin.

"I think we broke her." Theresa said.

"This calls for drastic measures." Cindy replied.

"Shock treatment?" Theresa asked, joking.

"Of a sort..... I think this is why John installed that
secret passage to the fountain of youth." Cindy replied,
cryptically.

It took Theresa a moment to get it. "Oh...Okay."

"I'd better go with her, will you meet us there? With the
food and more coffee, please?" Cindy asked.

"Sure, no problem. Anything to save a life." Theresa
replied. She snatched Sheila's coffee cup and headed out.

The mannequin had stolen her nectar of the gods! Just
because she had no more sex to give for food! Sheila
thought.

"Come on love. Time to go skydiving." Cindy said, hefting
Sheila by the arms.

"Don't worry about me, save yourself." Sheila cried.

"Come on, just a short walk." Cindy said. She managed to
get Sheila to her feet.

"Are you a mannequin too, or the real thing?" Sheila
asked.

"The genuine article." Cindy said, guiding her to the
trap door.

"I read one of them once." Sheila said.

Cindy opened the trap. Then said: "Come on dear, just one
more big step and then you'll be just fine."

"Hokay.." Sheila said, not looking down.

Cindy stepped with her and they dropped out of the
bedroom. A scant fraction of a second later they hit the
water. Cindy flexed her knees, hit bottom and pushed off,
still clinging to Sheila.

Sheila broke the surface sputtering and coughing. Cindy
held her up and towed her towards the ladder.

"Help! The mannequins have thrown me in the moat!" Sheila
cried.

Then she seemed to see Cindy. She looked around and then
back at Cindy.

"That wasn't very nice of you... but I guess I needed it.
Thanks." she said, fairly coherent.

Cindy smiled at her.

"Wouldn't have you miss the pool while you were here."
she chuckled.

Sheila looked up at the open trap and gauged the distance
down to the deck.

"Yeah, that would have hurt." she said, chuckling.

Cindy continued to tow her to the side. She reached the
steps beneath the water and pulled Sheila up onto a
sitting ledge. Her hair drooped in strands down her
forehead and was getting into her eyes.

Sheila sat there, only still half aware. Cindy took her
fingers and gently pushed the golden strands out of the
way.

"Feeling better?" She asked.

Sheila thought for a moment and then replied: "Darling,
I've never felt better in my life."

"What was that about mannequins?" Cindy asked.

"Oh.... I guess I dreamed it. I was looking for the food
you promised me... (where is it anyway?)  anyway, I
looked up and I swear the mannequin from the lab was
holding a tray of food. I thought it wanted to trade food
for sex. I told it I didn't have any left..... And there
it is!" Sheila said, pointing.

"Uh... Sheila. That's Theresa wearing the outfit you
designed." Cindy said, looking carefully at Sheila.

"Oh... of course it is... But she looks just like the
mannequin." Sheila said.

"Of course she does. It's made from a scan of her." Cindy
said.

"I know... But what I thought.... Jesus! What did you
girls do to me?" Sheila said.

"Oh... just a little love making." Cindy demurred.

"I've made love lots of times before, but I never
hallucinated. But I guess I didn't hallucinate. I just
misinterpreted what my eyes actually saw." Sheila said.

"Come on, you're lucid enough to eat. Theresa won't
bite... but I know her to be an excellent nibbler." Cindy
said.

"I'm very cognizant of that fact. I concur with your
supposition." Sheila said.

Cindy looked at her a moment. "You know, a year ago I
wouldn't have understood a word you just said."

"Glad you're learning." Sheila said.

Cindy climbed the ladder and Sheila watched her the whole
way.

"Now *that* is a delightful sight." she said.

"Yup, you are feeling much better." Cindy said, watching
Sheila climb up.

She helped her at the top of the ladder, offering her a
hand and then using it to pull Sheila into a kiss.

"And you're welcome to it... whenever you feel recovered
enough." she said, pulling Sheila's hand to her ass.

"Not quite yet, I'm just learning to speak again." Sheila
said, but she descended into a deep kiss before she let
go of Cindy's posterior.

"It lives!" Theresa said from the table.

"That's what I thought about you. Come here. Model that
for me, please." Sheila said.

Theresa dimpled and stepped away from the table. She held
her arms out and did a slow turn around. The outfit
hugged every inch of her body.

"God, if Albert knew his face was on that body, he'd rise
from the dead." Sheila said in admiration.

"Turned out pretty nice, didn't it." Theresa replied.

"I'll say. And over-night!" Sheila said.

"It was done last night, but so were you." Cindy
chuckled.

"It's outstanding. You girls are going to be *very*
rich." Sheila said.

"*Us* girls. You're going to help us remember? We're
going to send you back with a complete wardrobe that you
can show off till you can come back for good. But for
now, I think we should feed you and let you recover a bit
more before we subject you to ... *The machine*."  Cindy
said, guiding her to the table. She grabbed a towel and
dried Sheila off, then seating her, wrapping it around
her hair.

"Thanks... What's to eat?" Sheila said.

"Yeah, I know; you're ravished and famished both."
Theresa chuckled.

"We didn't think you'd be up to anything complicated, so
it's just roast beef on wheat buns, and lots of coffee."
Cindy said.

"A queens feast!" Sheila said, digging in.

When she finally let up she said: "I thought you
subjected me to *the machine* earlier today... it was
today wasn't it? ... and where can I get one of those?"

Cindy chuckled: "Let's see... if I remember all the
questions; One: a different machine. I was referring to
the scanner. Two: it *was* today and Three: Right here.
John made that for my birthday."

"John made that? God, I hope he patented that too!"
Sheila said.

"Theresa and I said the same thing the first time we
tried it out... While John was in San Francisco........"
Cindy trailed off.

"Thinking about John?" Sheila asked.

"Yeah, wondering what we should do with him." Cindy said.

"He meant well." Sheila offered.

"No, he didn't. He meant to trick us. And he succeeded.
He *knew* we'd flip over you. We did. It just bugs the
shit out of me that he thought it was necessary." Cindy
said.

"For what it's worth. I think John was really thinking
about the company. I don't think he expected to be
attracted to *me*. When he was, I think he got scared. He
thought I was the best person for the job... which I
agree with -but I'm biased- but he was worried that you
girls wouldn't want to work with me if he was attracted
to me.

"I don't know why John didn't just call me at the office,
during the week he was there. I have no clue as to why he
went about meeting me the way he did.... It was a total
fluke. I didn't have to follow him out of the bar. But he
intrigued me.

"I didn't like the way Angie... -that's the bartender-
treated him. He didn't deserve it. His reply to her was
.... I don't know. Honest. I guess. He didn't swear at
her or anything like that. He just agreed with her in a
manner which made her look about an inch tall. Then he
left. I just wanted to show him that... well... that
women like me.. weren't all that way."

"Like *Us*." Theresa said.

"If you wish.. but I don't put you two in *that*
category... A lot of the women in that place would chew
you up and spit you out just for the fun of it." Sheila
said.

"But you're not like that." Theresa said.

"I used to be. I got pretty bitter at the world when I
got divorced. After I could tolerate men -at all- I did a
lot of... sport fucking. Sorry, but that's what it was.

"At the time I turned against everyone. The relationships
I had with women were the same way. I'd never see the
same one twice. I'd go out and pick them up, take them
home and use them, then move on to the next one. I'd
throw in a man or two whenever the mood hit me. I wasn't
a very nice person." Sheila admitted.

"So what changed?" Cindy asked, munching the last bite of
her sandwich.

"I did. I guess... It was a bunch of things really. I
woke up next to a bunch of scrungy people. I got pretty
scared about that. San Francisco isn't really the safest
place to have casual sex. I had myself checked out, and I
blessed the gods that I was lucky enough not to catch
anything. Then I started asking myself why I was waking
up next to scrungy people.. I figured out finally that
that was what I had become. I was physically clean. But I
was acting... dirty. Sex was just a thing to do. It had
no meaning at all. Just hedonistic pleasure for pleasures
sake. Not that that by itself is bad. But it's not enough
for me.

"Then for a long time I didn't have any sex. I didn't go
out. I just went to work and went home. My life became a
void. An empty nothingness." Sheila said.

"So what changed that?" Theresa asked.

"A client and my secretary." Sheila replied, "I got
called out to an appointment at this fashion house a few
years back. The owner was a beautiful oriental woman
called Mae. I wanted Mae the first instant I saw her...
like I did you two...  But I fought it off for a long
time. Not wanting to re-enter the life I had been living.

"God, I used to tremble whenever I was near her. We
worked together a long time, saving her company. We did.
In fact it began to grow, it's still growing.

"One night she asked me to go out with her to celebrate.
I guess we got pretty tipsy. She took me back to her
place and we sat around talking and drinking even more.
Then she came right out and asked me why I had never made
a pass at her.

"I was floored. I didn't know what to say. I'd done my
best to hide my tendencies from her. She'd known all
along. I told her that she was a friend and a client, and
that I didn't want to lose either. She told me that
friends were the best kind of lovers. I'd never known
that before. I just sat there dumb struck.

"Then she kissed me. It wasn't a stick your tongue down a
throat in search of tonsils kiss. It was the sweetest,
softest kiss I've ever known.

"I didn't realize how fragile I'd become. I climaxed
right in the middle of the kiss. Not a bone shaking,
earth shattering climax that knocks you out. It was more
like... well, my vagina just sort of contracted and
suddenly I felt warm and tingling all over.....

Anyway... That night Mae taught me how to make love.
Before I had just been fucking. It was the very first
time I had ever made *love* with anyone.

"We've been friends ever since. Sometimes we still make
love." Sheila said. A bit flushed.

"You said your secretary, too?" Theresa prompted.

Sheila smiled and nodded. She seemed to think about it
for a while.

"Judy... well Judy has *never* been with a man. She
didn't turn gay... she always was. From the time she
reached puberty. She told me... well. That's a different
story.

"A little while after Mae and I had made love. It may
have been a week or so. Judy was talking to me in the
office. I guess I was sort of distant. I had started to
smile again and even joke with people.

"Out of the blue Judy said: 'You know, since you've been
seeing Mae you're a lot nicer person to be around.'

"I didn't know what to say. 'What do you mean?' I asked
her.

"She said: 'Sheila... I've known Mae for years. And I've
known you for years. I know what you used to be like. I
watched what you became afterwards.

"I don't know anything about what you and Mae have been
doing... but I've got a pretty good idea. Suddenly you're
smiling again. You laugh at jokes. You're pleasant to be
around. Whatever you are doing with Mae, keep doing it.
It's good for you. You've even become attractive to me,
and I'm very picky. But don't worry. I know I have to
work with you. It's best not to play where you make your
pay.

"I just wanted to let you know that it shows. You *are* a
nicer person now.'

"I was shocked. I'd had no idea that Judy was gay. I just
thanked her. She smiled at me and we went back to work.

"I'd always thought that Judy was pretty, but I'd always
thought that she was straight too. I started to notice
little things about her. The way she walked, the things
she said. How she wore her hair and how she dealt with
men. I wondered how I could have been so blind.

"Quite a while later we had to go out of town to a client
in .... Omaha, Nebraska. That was it. We met with the
client all day and then got a room for the night. It had
two double beds in it, I remember. We had dinner in the
hotel and a few drinks in the bar. Then headed for the
room.

"I didn't even think about it. I took a shower and came
out wearing just a towel, drying my hair with another
one. I looked over and caught her looking at me...

"I asked her: 'So, do you still find me attractive?'

"and she answered: 'Very much so.' kind of quietly.
Looking down into her lap.

"I remember thinking how pretty she was. I could tell she
really wanted me, but was afraid. After working together
for so long, well... we were *friends*. We didn't spend
time together away from work, but we *were* friends.

"Then I remembered what Mae had told me about friends
being the best lovers.

"Seeing Judy there...in anguish. Well, my heart just went
out to her. I realized that I wanted her too. So...

"Well, I just dropped my towel.

"She glanced at me in shock and then looked away and
said: 'Please don't tease me.'

"I walked to her bed and sat down and said: 'I'm not
teasing. I want you too.'

"God, suddenly she was in my arms, crying. I just hugged
her for a long time. Then I kissed her like Mae had
kissed me. She didn't climax, but she literally quivered
in my arms.

"I undressed her and we made love. *Really* made love."
Sheila finished.

She looked a little embarrassed.

"I think that's great." Cindy said.

"Kind of like Cindy and I..." Theresa added.

"Tell me about it." Sheila said, pouring another cup of
coffee.

"I don't know..." Theresa blushed.

"Oh..Come on. I just bared my soul to you...and there's
nobody here but us chickens."

"And John's fucking Camera's" Cindy said loudly, looking
around, grinning.

Sheila and Theresa looked at her startled.

"Sorry, I just needed to do that." Cindy said, "Go ahead,
Theresa. I don't mind..."

Sheila giggled, looking at Cindy.

"Please.. I want to hear." She said, turning to Theresa.

"I... Okay...

We were in Jr. High. One day in gym class I was drying
off after a shower. I turned around and caught Cindy
looking at me.

"I had a bruise on my hip where my step father had thrown
me into a wall. I thought that's what she was looking at.
I got embarrassed and covered it up real quick. I put on
my underwear and she turned away again."

"Actually, I was looking at your ass. It was the cutest
thing I ever saw." Cindy snickered.

"I didn't know that then.  I just thought you were
looking at my bruise. I probably wouldn't have become
friends with you if I'd known then you were looking at my
ass.... Anyway... Well from time to time I'd catch her
looking at me again. I just knew, she knew that my step
father was beating me up.

"We had some other classes together and got to know each
other a little better. Then one day after our gym shower,
I caught her trying to cover up her own bruise.

"God, I felt so sorry for her. Knowing what it was like
for me.

"Anyway. Later I saw her eating lunch by herself. I
walked over and asked if I could join her."

"The spider and the fly..." Cindy said.

"Huh? Anyway... We ate lunch together. I asked if she
wanted to talk about her bruise. She said: 'What's to
talk about? I got it the same way you get yours'

"So I talked about other stuff. After a while she started
talking herself. Next thing I knew, we were friends. We
spent a lot of time together. God, we went everywhere
together."

"We had some good times..." Cindy agreed.

"So anyway" Theresa continued, "One day I hear these
girls talking about some other girl. They're saying how
she's lezzie and all that. So I ask them who they're
talking about. 'You outta know... she's your friend.' one
of them says. And they walk away."

"Claudia and Valerie. Right?" Cindy chuckled.

"How did you know?... Anyway, I was shocked. I'd had no
clue. Kind of like you with Judy. I didn't know what to
think. I didn't want to lose my friend... God, I loved
her!

"I didn't say anything about it to her then.

"We used to sleep over to each others houses sometimes on
the weekends when our folks were feeling generous. One
time when we were at Cindy's. I guess her folks were out
of town or something."

"Family reunion. I had to talk my ass off to get out of
it." Cindy mused.

"Yeah, that was it. Anyway. Cindy asked me to stay over.
We were still good friends and she hadn't tried anything
with me, so I said yes. I got permission from my mom. My
stepfather was being an asshole again so she said yes,
probably to get me out of the house...

"Anyway. We were alone in her parents house. We watched
TV and ate popcorn and joked. The house was empty except
for us. Cindy started to take off her clothes. It was
summer, and it was hot. I took off my blouse too. Then
she took off her pants, so, so did I. Then we continued
to just sit around in our bras and panties."

"God, you were hot! I wanted to rip them off with my
teeth and eat you for dinner." Cindy said.

"But you didn't... I don't know... I guess... Well I
started getting a little sleepy. We were close friends..
we hugged a lot and all that.. Well, I guess I kind of
leaned back against her. She just put her arms around me
and held me while we were watching TV. She sort of
tickled me a little every now and then."

"I was trying to keep you awake while I got my nerve up."
Cindy said.

"I know.. *now*. Anyway ..... she sort of quit tickling
me and started sort of caressing me... real lightly on my
belly, sides and shoulders. You know, fingertips down my
arms and such.

I liked it so I let her. Then suddenly I realize that
she's rubbed down my shoulders and she's got her fingers
inside my bra.... God. I was scared."

"You were scared? I was scared shitless!" Cindy said.

"I didn't want to lose my friend. My dear friend. So....
I let her. I'd been felt up before, by my step-father. He
used to squeeze my tits till it hurt. But this wasn't the
same thing. She was my friend. She didn't hurt me.  In
fact it was quite nice.

"I didn't fight her at all when she undid my bra and then
took hers off. She pulled me back against her and it felt
good. Her bare breasts against my bare back. Well, she
started to feel my breasts again. Playing just her
fingertips over them. Then she sort of rubbed the ends
and I got a funny feeling between my legs. Like I'd felt
before when I'd rubbed my own nipples.

"I'd never thought about *liking* being touched by
another person before. When my stepfather had done it, I
just didn't have any choice. I didn't enjoy it, I just...
gritted my teeth and waited for it to be over. But
suddenly here I was enjoying what Cindy was doing to me.
So I thought she might like it too. I sort of turned to
her and started to touch her the same way."

"Surprised the shit right out of me." Cindy said, "I
thought you turned around to tell me to stop... I would
have too."

"I know... but ...well, I wanted to keep your friendship.
When you reached inside my panties... I knew where *that*
led. But you were real gentle. I didn't think it would be
so bad. I thought I would let you do it, then we could
just be friends again.

Anyway. Cindy was touching me inside my panties. But not
like I'd been touched there before. *I LIKED IT*! I
thought if I liked it, then maybe she would too, so I
started to touch her there."

"That really shocked me! God, I almost came right that
instant." Cindy said, rolling her eyes.

"Anyway... When she suggested we go to bed, I thought
that she was through, that she just wanted to sleep. But
when we got into the bedroom...

"She kissed me.

"Now we had kissed before, but this wasn't the same.
Before it was just a quick smack on the lips. This time
she held me when I went to pull back. I didn't know what
to do... so I kissed back. Then she put her tongue
between my lips. But my stepfather had done that... and
lots worse.....

"Anyway, suddenly I found myself liking that too. She was
soft and gentle. She didn't just stuff it inside my
mouth. She kind of played tag with mine. She started to
rub my tits again with her hands. And between the kissing
and her hands I started to get wet. I think it was the
first time anyone made me wet. It just seemed natural
when she pushed my panties down and led me to the bed.

"She got on top of me. Kissing me and touching me and ...
well... she put her finger inside me. I got a little
scared, but she ... well, she rubbed me... It felt so
good that I just quit fighting her.

"Suddenly I realized that she was making love to me. Like
I'd always heard about. And it felt *good*, like I'd
dreamed about it being.

"I just sort of went away. God, the next thing I know my
bodies bucking and shaking like a bronco. Something
exploded inside my head and I screamed. I thought she'd
broken something on me, but god,.. it was the most
incredible thing I ever felt. And then she was there,
caressing me and kissing me again.

"I felt good. I *liked* it. I wanted her to keep on
touching me. I just wanted to feel *that* way again and
again.

"She started kissing me down my neck.. and then she
licked my nipples. Everything she did felt great. So I
just let her continue.. She started kissing me down my
belly and I got all quivery inside. Then she kissed
inside my hip bones and sort of moved down.

"The next thing I know she's kissing me between my legs.
God it felt better than even her finger had. She just
barely started when I orgasmed again.. but I didn't know
then what it was. It just felt good. Only this time, it
didn't stop. She didn't stop either. I must have had ten
orgasms before she quit. I guess I passed out."

"I thought I'd killed you. I was so damn horny myself I
almost exploded." Cindy said.

"When I woke up, Cindy was kissing me again. But I could
taste myself on her lips. At first it made me sick. But I
didn't want to stop her ..... not after what she'd done
to me.

"She rolled over onto her back and looked at me, waiting.
God, I was scared. I didn't know what to do. So I thought
about what she had done, and just did my best to follow
it."

"You left out a *few* steps. Seemed like you went from my
lips to my nipples to my pussy." Cindy chuckled..." I
didn't mind. I just wanted you there."

"Yeah, I know you did. I figured if I didn't do the same
thing to you, you wouldn't do it to me again. Anyway...
I'm kissing down to her.... pussy.... and I don't know if
I can do it. I sort of sneak up on it...(I thought
anyway). And I get used to the smell.... now I think of
it as aroma or bouquet.. then it was smell.

"I finally get to the point where I'm licking between her
legs.. and well, she starts to bucking too and I just
sort of forget about the smell and start licking deeper
and she bucks harder and so I lick harder and deeper and
then next thing I know she's like a wild animal. Bucking
and screaming, her whole body's all twisted up and
jerking. I think about what she did to me, and figure I'm
doing the same to her.

"Then it strikes me... I'm making *love* to her. Up till
then I was just trying to make her do it to me again..
but when I realized what we were doing.. Well I *wanted*
to be doing it. So I did it a lot to her. Until she pulls
me up and kisses me hard. Then ... I don't know.. I guess
we just sort of caressed each other for a long time.
Kissing softly every now and then........... After a
while, we did it again. Only this time she pulled me
around so we were doing each other at the same time.

"I think... I'm making love *with* her. ... It was a very
special moment in my life.

"That was the first time I ever made love *with*
somebody. When my climax hit it was like a freight train.
But I just wanted to keep doing to Cindy what she was
doing to me. I think we must have given each other
another dozen climaxes before we finally quit. Then we
caressed each other to sleep.

"In the morning I woke up snuggled to her. God it felt
great. We started kissing again... morning breath and
all. We were going to do it again when we heard her
parents car pull in." Theresa said.

"So you stayed lovers?" Sheila asked, very hoarsely.

"Not right away... she wouldn't talk to me for over a
month." Cindy said, " I was so scared. I thought I'd lost
her."

"That's because I got scared about what we'd done. We
were both girls. We weren't *supposed* to be doing
that....let alone liking it!" Theresa said.

"So what changed your mind?" Sheila asked.

"My stepfather fucked me, again." Theresa spat, "God, he
got drunk..... He hit my mom and she went away to cry...
then he came into my room and ripped my clothes
off.........

He made me suck him.. I remember gagging on it. He
squeezed my tits and it hurt. He stuffed a finger in me
and it hurt. He put his cock in me .... and it hurt. He
kissed me and I didn't like it.... I kept trying to enjoy
it... like I had with Cindy..... but I didn't. Then he
came inside me and called me a little whore and hit
me.....

My mother came in screaming at him and he hit her.
Calling her a whore too. He ripped off her clothes too
and fucked her right on the bed next to me. Then he went
away......

My mother and I just clung to each other in fear that he
would come back. When he didn't for a long time... my
mother was still crying....I just wanted to make it
better for her.....I started kissing her face and she
just hugged me tighter. I caressed her back and she
hugged me tighter. She just cried and cried. So.... I
started to touch her......................

She suddenly got all mad at me. She jumped up and ran
into her room. She wouldn't open her door for me.....

I was crying... I finally went to bed and cried all
night." Theresa said....crying softly.

"You didn't tell me all this." Cindy said, pulling
Theresa into her lap.

"I never told anybody... all of it.....  there's
more........"

"Just take your time.. you don't have to tell us..."
Sheila said, she was on her knees, next to them, holding
Theresa's hand.

"No... I do... I have to tell someone....." Theresa
sobbed.

"Okay, love.... when you're ready.." Cindy comforted,
kissing her tears away.

"My mom wouldn't talk to me for a week....... Then my
stepfather came back...... he'd been gone all week....

He was drunk....again.... God.... he had a knife.... a
big hunting knife..... he got me and my mother....
well.... he made us go into the bedroom and lie on the
bed.....

He cut off all our clothes.... Then he fucked me while he
made my mom watch..... .. then he fucked her while he
made me watch..... Then he made both of us suck him till
he was hard again.... then he fucked me in the ass.. god,
it hurt!... then her for a while.. then me again....

He came inside of me.... Then he made her .....lick
me.......

It just felt so different....... well..... I c-came.....

He hit me and called me a little lezzie slut......

Then he made me lick her........

I didn't know what else to do..... God, I was so scared
that he'd kill us......

So I tried.... really tried.....  and my mother came
too.............. " Theresa sobbed great sobs. Her chest
heaving.

Cindy and Sheila just let her cry herself out. Sheila
hugging them both... Cindy holding and comforting her
friend.

"It's okay.. baby just let it out...." Cindy told her,
holding her gently in her arms....



After she had cried herself out Theresa began again.....

"He... .. Well... he wouldn't let us out of the
house.....He made us walk around nude for a whole
week........

Whenever he felt like it, he'd fuck one of us..... always
making the other one watch.......He made us sleep
together.

He told us that if we ever told anybody, or tried to get
away.... that he'd kill us. If one of us got away then
he'd kill the other one.... If we called the cops... he'd
come back and kill us when he got out of jail.........

I don't know.... something changed in my mother.....

He made us make....no, it wasn't love... he made us fuck
each other several times a day......

Sometimes he'd fuck one of us, while we were doing it...
sometimes in the ass... making us suck him
afterwards........

It got so that my mother and I were ..... well, when he
wasn't making us do it... we just sort of hugged each
other and waited for him to make us do it....

Then my mother told him something... I don't know
what..... He kind of got real scared....  He still made
us do it... but he did it softer....... almost gentle....
like he was trying to make up for what he'd done......
Then he let me get dressed....

After that, he spent a lot of time alone with her in
their bedroom... I don't know what they were doing.....

I guess it was about a week later, he still wouldn't let
me go out..........

He was a little drunk... she was too.... They came into
my room... together.......

He sat down on the bed and she ... well, she started
kissing me......Only really kissing me.... She put her
tongue in my mouth and all that.. only soft...

I didn't know what to do.... He was watching......

I thought that he would kill us or something... but my
mother was smiling... they both were......

I let her undress me..... then she started touching me
... softly... lightly... like you did Cindy....

It was so different.... It felt good...... so....... I
started touching her back......

She kind of looked scared... but she kept doing it......
Like she was making love to me...... I liked it.........

She sucked my nipples real soft like... then she laid me
on the bed....... She pulled off my panties and touched
me softly there too.......

She got undressed and lay down with me..... she kissed me
some more... and touched me... and pulled my hand to
her....pussy....... I ...I.....I put my finger inside
her...... and she put hers inside me..........

God.. she was so gentle..... When she started kissing
down my belly, I wanted her to do it.... Cause.... it was
so different from what he'd made us do.... And then she
started kissing me between my legs..... God, she put her
tongue inside me.... I came... and she still kept doing
it. I came again.. and she still kept doing it.......

She moved her hips over my head and..... I did it to her
too..... I made her cum. ....

We did it for a long time.....

Afterwards, she kissed me lots and told me that she loved
me........

My stepfather took off his clothes..... Then my mother
sucked him.... she told me to suck him too.... I did...
cause she wanted me to.....

When he got hard, she laid me back and licked me some
more. ..... When I was about to cum again... she stopped
and pulled him onto me.....

She guided him in and he fucked me.... slower and .....
easier than before,.. but he fucked me......

My mother moved around and put her legs under me...
holding me back against her breasts... she played with
mine and held me while he kept fucking me....

I don't know why... I guess it was cause it was so
different.... but I climaxed.... Then he came inside
me.......

The asshole kissed me and told me thanks.........

Then he left the room... my mom....  Well she kept
holding me...She was still playing with my tits.....She
didn't say anything about what he did.... Then she got
down and licked his stuff out of me........I couldn't
help it,  I came again.....

She put her hips over my head and I made her climax
again.....

Then she kissed me and told me good night, like nothing
had happened.... and then she left too..........

God... I didn't know what to do...... I cried myself to
sleep...

The next morning she wakes me up for the first day of
school like nothing had happened.....

So I went to school.

God I couldn't concentrate on anything.... Then I saw
Cindy...  I wanted her.... but more than that.... I
really needed her....

When I saw her after gym... all nude and pretty.... Well
I just walked up and asked her: 'How ya been.'

She looked shocked.... I said how good it was to see her
and asked her to meet me after school.. she agreed..

We met and .... well I took her hand.. said I was sorry
for not talking to her ... and ... well.. I told her I
wanted her.... She looked shocked, but eager.

We found a place... I guess it was just a shack behind
some old buildings..

And we made love. Sweet, caring, gentle love.

It was the best thing that could have happened to me
then.....

God, I came like a herd of wild elephants. Then I made
her cum... on an old dirty mattress she saved my life."

"Oh god, Theresa, I didn't know!" Cindy cried.

"I know.. but you did. You saved my life. If I hadn't
made love with you that day.. I would have killed
myself...." Theresa said... now calmer...

"God, I'm so sorry...." Cindy said.

"Don't be. You were there when I needed you.. You were
there everytime I needed you....

My folks didn't stop... you see...  They did it to me
lots..... almost everynight....for a while.... and each
time I'd start thinking about killing myself again... you
were there ... with your soft, gentle ... Real...love.."
Theresa said, squeezing Cindy's hand, then kissing her
palm.

After a time she continued:

"Sometimes my stepfather would go away for days. When he
did my mom would sleep with me....

Sometimes we would do it... but it never felt like making
love....  I just did it..... Well, I didn't know how to
tell her no.......

Then once he came back drunk, real late......

He called us lezzie whores... he fucked her and then me,
real hard.

When I didn't climax he hit me. He made mom and I lick
each other until we both climaxed. Then he hit us just
for fun........

Mom tried to make him stop... he just kept it up.... He
beat her pretty bad...I was not as bad..... He just
knocked the wind out of me... then he took her off to
their room...After a while he quit hitting her.

I don't know what happened.......... but after a while
they were laughing.....

They came back to my room. It was just like that first
time when they came back all smiles and caresses.

They acted like nothing wrong had happened. Again she
caressed me and licked me...

She had me suck him and then she held me for a while
while he fucked me.... She even moved over my head while
he was doing it and they kissed and he played with her
tits while he fucked me and she sat on my
face.................


"I couldn't take it anymore. Early the next morning
before they got up, I threw some things in a backpack and
I hit the road.

"I'm so sorry I didn't call you Cindy. But I just wanted
to get away from there. I took some money from his
wallet... He didn't have much. Fifty bucks is all.

"I thumbed out of town.

"The further away I got, the better I felt. I passed
through several big cities. I didn't stay long. Some guy
would let me stay overnight, if I sucked him. But I'd
leave in the morning and hit the road.

"For a while, I stayed with this one guy. He was real
cute. I even let him fuck me. Lots of times. Then I went
on the rag and he said he didn't want me around anymore.
So I hit the road again. I thumbed all over the place.
Sometimes guys would let me sleep while they drove. One
guy offered me money to suck him. I did it cause I was
broke.

"Then I came into town here. A drunk cowboy picked me up
in a pickup. It was real cold by then. I was just glad
for the ride. He waited till he got way out of town and
then told me to suck him off. I told him no. He stopped
the truck and demanded it. Tried to kiss me. I pushed him
off and he punched me in the eye....    I jumped out, but
before I could grab my backpack he drove off.

"God, I guess I walked for hours. I was freezing to
death, all I had was a thin coat... Then I saw these
headlights.. I ran in front of them and waved my arms. I
heard the tires squeal... and then I woke up the next
morning here." Theresa concluded.

"Jesus, Theresa. I had no idea of what you went through."
Cindy said, holding her close.

"Well... that's the story of my life." Theresa said to
Sheila.

"I'm so sorry... I wish there was something I could do to
make it better for you." Sheila said, hugging her in
Cindy's lap. Tears streamed down both Sheila's and
Cindy's faces.

"You have.... You helped me get it out... I feel...
better... Like a great weight has been lifted from me....
" Theresa said.

She turned and kissed Cindy's tears away. Then shared a
deep salty kiss with her friend. Then she turned to
Sheila and pulled her close. She kissed her tears and
then kissed her deeply too.

"Anything I can get you?" Cindy asked, not knowing what
else to do.

"No... I kind of want to take a nap, but I'm not really
so tired as exhausted." Theresa said.

"I know just the thing for you. A hot buttered rum.
Absolutely delicious and the most devastating drink I
ever drank. Doesn't make you drunk, just ... very
sleepy." Sheila said, "I'll make you one while Cindy
tucks you in."

"Good idea." Cindy said.

They both helped Theresa to her feet. She hugged them
each fiercely. Then they walked her to the bedroom.

Sheila went to leave, but Theresa pulled her into a
gentle kiss... "Thanks.." she said.

"Hey, I'm sorry I put you through that..... But I'm glad
you got it out.

Anytime you want to talk about it... Well I'm willing to
listen. I don't know how much I can help, but I'll do
anything I can for you. Anything at all." Sheila said.

"You didn't put me through it. You helped me get it out.
And what you can do for me.... is *love* me.. *really
love* me....Whenever we make love... make *real love*.
Okay?" Theresa asked.

"You've got it. I promise, with all my heart. I won't
even have to try... because I really love you." Sheila
said, kissing her softly.

"Mmm That's nice." Theresa said. She pulled away and then
crawled into bed. Cindy crawled in with her and Theresa
cuddled to her. Her eyes open.

Sheila almost sprinted to the kitchen and put on the
kettle. She hadn't bargained for the story she'd heard.

"Jesus... " she thought to herself, "That girl needs real
love. And mountains of it. It's a damn good thing she met
John when she did."

She searched the bar and found a bottle of spiced rum.
Then rummaged though the cupboards for some brown sugar
and some spices. The kettle started to whistle and she
first poured a little bit in a large mug over the spices
and let them soak while she got out some butter. She
mixed up a batch of batter, combining the spices with the
butter and the brown sugar. When she was satisfied with
the mix, she put a large table spoon of it into the mug
and added half a mug of boiling water, then she added a
goodly amount of the rum and then topped it off with the
water, and a little pat of butter.

She tasted it. It was perfect. She made a second one and
then carried them down to the bedroom, holding some
plastic container covers over them to keep in as much of
the rum fumes as she could.

Theresa was still laying wide eyed against Cindy, she
shivered a bit despite Cindy's attempts to warm her and
comfort her.

"Here, just what the doctor ordered. I made you one too,
Cindy."  Sheila said, handing the steaming mugs over.

The girls sipped at them tentatively.

"God, that's good!" Theresa said.

"It's great, Thanks." said Cindy, "You know, for a
wonderful, classy lady that I know you to be, you're a
bit of a mess."

Sheila realized what Cindy was talking about. She was
still nude. Her hair straggly around her head. She
blushed and ran her fingers back in a vain attempt to
spruce herself up.

"The part that amazes me, is that you're still so
adorable." Cindy said.

"She is, isn't she!" Theresa said.

"Uh... " Sheila blushed.

"Can we keep her?" Theresa asked.

"I think so... if she wants us to." Cindy said.

"More than anything on earth." Sheila said, climbing in
beside the girls and hugging them.

"On one condition." Cindy said.

"Anything." Sheila said.

"That you go back and make yourself one of these. If it's
going to put us out. I want to sleep with *both my
women*." Cindy chuckled.

"Back in a flash!" Sheila said, climbing off the bed.

"Just a sec, That cute butt must be freezing. In the
first drawer on the left you'll find a pair of terry
shorts. The drawer just to the right has some oversized T-
shirts in it. Put them on before I start getting carnal
thoughts again." Cindy teased.

"You got it." Sheila said, complying.

She pulled on the clothes and found them gratefully
warmer. Then she headed back to the kitchen. She followed
Cindy's instructions and made herself a stout one. She
carried it back and happily crawled in on the other side
of Theresa.

Theresa snuggled her butt back against Sheila and the
three of them sipped away at the wonderful concoctions.

Theresa seemed content just to be between them, but every
now and then she shivered. Cindy and Sheila would snuggle
closer to her. Hugging her. Kissing her softly on the
cheek or forehead.

Eventually the drinks worked their magic. Theresa nodded
off. Cindy held her close to her for a long time. Then
she leaned over and kissed Sheila as gently as Mae had...
with the same results.

Sheila got tears in her eyes. Cindy too.

They went back to snuggling either side of Theresa. Cindy
lowered the lights. A soft rainbow just fading out on the
walls as they slipped away.



When John called an hour latter, nobody heard a thing. He
got the answering machine.

Chapter  43

Theresa woke first. She was snuggled between two bodies.
That wasn't unusual, but something was different. She
searched her mind for what it was.

Two things emerged from her search; One of the bodies was
Sheila, not John. She snuggled back into it. The other
difference was *her*.

Theresa didn't feel the same. There was no dark haze over
her thoughts. There were no areas of her mind she shied
away from because they were painful. She tested it. She
called back the events she had revealed to Cindy and
Sheila. Jumping from event to event.

She found most of them distasteful at best and basically
just sick. However, now she could view them more
objectively. There wasn't the tearing hurt she had felt
before whenever something triggered a memory. She
remembered clearly her state of mind when they had
happened. She remembered how her dear friend, the warm
nude body before her, had saved her life.

She kissed her softly on the cheek. Not waking her yet.

Theresa thought about her life. It had been *bad*. Now it
was good. That's all she cared about. A slight stirring
behind her. A soft touch on her thigh and Theresa rolled
to greet Sheila good morning. A smile upon her lips.

Theresa's radiant smile warmed Sheila to her soul.

"God, she must be a strong woman." Sheila thought.

When she rolled into her arms it was... Sheila didn't
have anything to compare it to, but it was wonderful. She
gently hugged the young blonde. Theresa's lips found hers
and kissed her softly.

"Good morning...love. What for breakfast?" Theresa asked.

"Mmm I don't know... You?" Sheila asked.

"You are very welcome to me for an appetizer.. what for
the main course?" Theresa chuckled.

"Oh.. I meant what would *you* like for breakfast."
Sheila said, concerned.

"Oh, don't spoil my fun... and don't avoid things you
think might be painful for me. I feel ten million times
better." Theresa said.

"Okay... I'm glad." Sheila said.

"Me too... now lets see.. Strawberries and waffles?,
maybe some low fat bacon?" Theresa asked.

"Sounds divine. May I help?" Sheila asked.

"Yes... By snuggling to Cindy while I cook. I don't want
her to wake alone." Theresa said softly.

"Mmm, My pleasure." Sheila replied, honestly, but a bit
squirmy.

"Why don't you make a pit stop first. I'll stay here for
a bit." Theresa suggested.

"Thanks." Sheila said, giving her a quick kiss and gently
easing out of bed.

Theresa watched her go. Admiring her sleek figure.
Sometime in the night the resemblance to her mother
seemed to have slipped away. Now she was just a lovely
woman. She lay enjoying Cindy's rhythmic breathing behind
her.

Sheila returned and Theresa slipped out. Kissing her
softly and hugging her a moment before she went off.
Sheila slipped back into her place. Enjoying the feeling
of the lovely Brunettes skin.

Sheila lay thinking about how much *her* life had changed
in just a short while. As painful as Theresa's story had
been, she was glad she had in some small way made it
easier on the tender child.... No; *Woman!* She well
deserved the title, with full honors.

She looked to Cindy's lovely face, wondering what dark
secrets it hid. And what *she* would be like when they
slipped out. Somehow Sheila sensed that Cindy was more
fragile than she seemed. A fluttering of the eyes and a
deeper breath distracted Sheila to her allotted task.

She softly caressed her shoulder as she snuggled to her.

Cindy snuggled back. Something different. Oh, Sheila, not
Theresa.

"Theresa?" Cindy inquired.

"Cooking breakfast. She wanted to, I thought the routine
would probably do her good." Sheila replied.

"How is she this morning.... and Good morning." Cindy
said.

"Seems very calm and.... well, smiling. And a lovely good
morning to you too." Sheila replied.

"Let me make a pit stop.. and I'll be back." Cindy said.

"Go ahead, but I'll get up too. I woke much earlier. I
stayed at Theresa's good suggestion that you not wake up
alone." Sheila said.

"Mmm that was nice of her.. and you." Cindy said.

"My *very* sincere pleasure." Sheila said, rolling out of
bed.

"Let me brush my teeth and I'll properly thank you, then
we'll see who's pleasure it is." Cindy offered.

"Thanks.. I want to shower though, and my toothbrush is
in my room." Sheila said.

"Get it. I'll shower with you, ....  Please...." Cindy
said.

Sensing that Cindy wanted to talk, Sheila smiled and
nodded.



Sheila was back in a few minutes. She heard the bidet
running, so she gave Cindy a few moments alone. When she
heard the shower turn on she entered.

"Thought you got lost." Cindy said.

"Heard that running, so I stalled a bit." Sheila said,
motioning to the bidet.

"Thanks.... If you like privacy about such things, just
let us know. In the morning this is like grand central
station at times. I think I'll talk John into adding a
privacy wall around that area." Cindy said.

Sheila nodded and moved to brush her teeth. Cindy stepped
into the ample shower. Clouds of steam curling up.

A moment latter Sheila stepped in.

She moved to Cindy and pulled her into her arms. Cindy
soaped Sheila's breasts and then squirmed against her,
kissing her deeply.

"So what's on your mind?" Sheila asked after a bit.

"You're pretty perceptive.... " Cindy said.

"It's not hard. You're concerned about Theresa?" Sheila
asked.

"A little, but actually not. I mainly wanted to thank you
for your understanding last night." Cindy said, "God, I
had no idea what she'd been through."

"Yes... I was thinking this morning how incredibly strong
she is. To have borne that and still be able to smile at
all." Sheila said.

"I think you helped her considerably." Cindy said.

"How so?" Sheila asked.

"Babe, I've been her best friend for years. She never
told me half that stuff. She just seems to naturally feel
comfortable opening up to you. I think I can understand
why. You're naturally open and friendly, and non-
judgmental. You *really* listen when people talk. At
least you have with Theresa and I.... I'm not trying to
mold you into the role of confessor, just saying that I
can see why people trust you." Cindy said.

"You didn't, yesterday morning." Sheila said.

"No, that's not true. I did trust you. But I trust my
instincts too. Maybe not the same way Theresa does, but
more... Well, I'm kind of analytical. Most the time I
just let things go by. But if I'm presented with a non-
sequitur, I almost *have* to ask why. It wasn't you I
didn't trust, there were just too many non-sequiturs. In
trying to figure them out I glimpsed there were things I
wasn't being told.

I will grant both you and John this; Neither of you lied
to me, or Theresa. But you didn't tell us the *whole*
truth either. I'm more inclined to give you the benefit
of the doubt in that matter. I'm fairly certain your
behavior was largely due to John's instigation." Cindy
said.

"Damn you're a smart lady." Sheila said.

"Please don't tell on me." Cindy chuckled.

"Not unless I'm asked." Sheila replied.

"I would expect nothing less of you... So, what shall we
do today." Cindy asked.

"Well, I've been here two days, We've made love about
eighty-seven times and worked about two hours. Now as
much as I've enjoyed myself, I *am* getting a thousand
dollars a day for this. What you'd like me to do for that
is really your business, but we really should concentrate
a little more on the fashion business." Sheila said.

"A thousand bucks, huh." Cindy chuckled, "Let's see... I
could hire you for about a month and a half. All to
myself."

Sheila chuckled: "Darling, for what you'd have in mind,
I'd gladly do it for free. But if I were to have to place
a price on it. You couldn't afford me for an hour."

"I understand... So, work it is. Boy are you in for a
surprise." Cindy said.

"How so?"

"Because the first order of business is to scan you.
That's one of the things we're gonna have to refine. Fact
is that it just makes you too damn horny." Cindy
chuckled.

"Is that bad?" Sheila asked.

"You tell me.... after you experience it. But from what
you and John have predicted, we're gonna have thousands
of writhing ladies fairly dripping on our tables." Cindy
chuckled.

"Hm.. I see what you mean." Sheila said.

"You will... besides that, the thing's just too damn
intimidating. I know John designed if for practicality.
But we need to soften some edges and streamline the
design a bit. Also add some safety features. The
restraints on the table are mainly for safety. If you got
in the way of some of those scanners, they could break
your arm. " Cindy said.

"You know... I'm not so certain you need me. You seem
pretty damn savvy about a lot of things." Sheila
chuckled.

"Not so... Well, I am pretty savvy, but as I understand
it, your main function is to guide us into the megabuck
world." Cindy said.

"My main function, is whatever you say it is. Remember,
I'm working for you." Sheila chuckled.

"Fine... Your main function is to guide us into the
megabuck world. Better yet the gigabuck world." Cindy
said, mocking.

"There's a quantum difference between the two. Best I
can... promise you. Is the quarter to half-gigabuck
area." Sheila said.

"That's a nice neighborhood. Totally adequate." Cindy
said, grinning.

"Okay.. just to give you an idea of what we're talking
about... Say you charge five thousand dollars for the
scan, and a thousand for each outfit. Now each customer
buys two outfits minimum. That's seven thousand dollars
per customer. Divide two-hundred-fifty million by seven
thousand and you get ..... roughly thirty-six thousand
customers and must produce seventy two thousand outfits.
Now it would take a minimum of twenty machines working
night and day, every day of the year to make them."
Sheila said.

"That's all?" Cindy said.

"Call it thirty, to take up the down slack from setup and
unload time. But it would take several *hundred* salons
to actually make it to *that* level. Because *nobody* is
going to come in to be scanned at three A.M." Sheila
said.

"That still doesn't sound like much." Cindy said.

"Consider the logistics of operating two-hundred
different salons:

One. Personnel. They must be scrupulously checked out,
every single one of them. One bad occurrence of an
operator drooling over a customers privates and your
business is down the tubes.

Two. Design to insure privacy for the customers. That
includes transportation and storage of thirty-six
thousand mannequins a year. The mannequins look exactly
like the customer and must be treated with the same
degree of privacy, or almost. The storage facilities must
be secure and guarded. Guards must be bonded. The last
thing we need is the National Inquirer taking photo's of
a famous persons mannequin. The same holds true of the
data. Anybody who got hold of the data could start
turning out Farah Fawcett love dolls, true to life ones.

Three. Materials storage and supply. What's the world
production of the chemicals you use, how will it be
affected by political climate change.

Four. Maintenance on equipment and facilities. Finding
and keeping qualified, reputable persons.

Five. Two hundred different sets of zoning regulations,
business licenses and local ordinances to deal with.

Six. Environmental concerns. What's the environmental
effect of the gasses produced by your process?

Seven. Health concerns. What's the effect of your product
against the skin of albino's? What will it be over twenty
years? What will the cumulative effect be on your
operators?

And that's just for starters."  Sheila concluded.

"Oh..." Cindy said, "Maybe not so trivial. Perhaps we can
operate one?"

"You *can* operate two-hundred. I'm just telling you it
will take a while to get there. Fact is that when you get
that big, you'll spend most of your time over-seeing
regional directors, who will oversee area managers, who
will oversee salon managers. You'll be at least ten
levels above your customer. And that's a danger in
itself. You lose touch with their needs and desires. You
lose touch with how they're being treated. You'll be
spending most your time stomping fires, attending new
salon openings, side stepping charity's who want a chunk
of your wealth and answering to stock holders who aren't
happy they aren't rich overnight." Sheila said.

"Well... I think we'd better continue this in the
kitchen. And go over all you just said for Theresa too."
Cindy said.

They dried and did their hair, then Cindy selected what
they would wear.

"I *did* bring clothes, you know." Sheila stated.

"Stuffy, business type, uncomfortable stuff." Cindy
teased.

"Not so. You should see my string bikini." Sheila
demurred.

"I intend to, and you should see my skintight body suit
with a print of Theresa's skin on it. But around here we
like comfort. Get used to it." Cindy said.

"Theresa's skin?" Sheila asked, puzzled.

"Yes, she has one with a print of my skin on it. Right
down to the pubic hair. We could make you one with a
print of John's skin on it, but the right parts wouldn't
stick out when viewed from the side." Cindy chuckled.

"Maybe not, but how about a swimsuit with sky-blue
inserts on the sides, which make a woman look much
slimmer when viewed at the right angle." Sheila said.

"Keep thinking like that. We need to write this all
down." Cindy said, pulling on her terry top slippers and
handing a new pair over to Sheila.

"Better yet, I'll bring my laptop." Sheila said, slipping
on the slippers. She liked them.

They found Theresa drinking coffee in the kitchen, a
stack of waffles and all the fixings laid out.

"Sorry, love. I dragged her into the shower and we got
talking." Cindy offered, bending to kiss her love.

"No problem... Just sat down myself." Theresa replied,
hugging her friend a bit longer.

Sheila sat down and looked about: "God, I'm gonna miss
all this great food when you two are too busy to cook."

"What's she talking about?" Theresa asked Cindy.

"Our lovely Sheila has been outlining for me what making
a quarter billion dollars a year entails." Cindy replied,
helping herself to the food.

"A quarter BILLION did you say?" Theresa asked, her jaw
drooping.

"Yup... Maybe half." Cindy replied.

"That's gross sales, your actual earnings will be
considerably less, around thirty to fifty million or so."
Sheila said, rolling her eyes over the strawberry's,
whipped cream and waffles.

"We'll make more per year than John gets total from the
lottery?" Theresa asked.

"That's the neighborhood I'm shooting for." Sheila told
her, "That gets your product to just a fraction of a
percent of the potential market in the U.S. alone. That's
just two hundred top notch salons spread out in most
major cities. Working their little buns off to keep up."

"Is she 'funnin us?" Theresa asked.

"Nope. I do believe the lady's serious." Cindy chuckled.

"So... how do we build this...... empire?" Theresa asked.

"First thing is to strip this lady nude and make her all
hot and drippy." Cindy chuckled.

"Oh... well, we can do that." Theresa said, letting
Sheila know with her eyes that she meant it.

"I mean scan her. Then we make her a complete wardrobe.
Right down to the stuff you'll want to rip off with your
teeth." Cindy said.

"I want to rip what she has *on*, off with my teeth...
But I get your drift. Will she model it all for us?"
Theresa asked.

"You got it." Sheila said, polishing off her last bite.

"*This*, should be *a lot* of fun." Theresa said, leering
at Sheila.

"No time like the present." Sheila said, standing.

"An eager beaver." Cindy chuckled.

"And a cute one too." Theresa said.

"And tasty too." Cindy carried on.

"Come on... who gets to unwrap me?" Sheila said.

"Bring the coffee, Cindy. I volunteer for this job."
Theresa chuckled.

"Yes, boss." Cindy said.

"Why do you call her that?" Sheila asked.

"She *is* my boss. I'm her assistant cook.... I think I
might just be in for a raise though. She gets all the
good jobs." Cindy said.

Theresa led Sheila into the lab. She turned to her and
pulled her into a deep kiss.

"Just to warm you up." She said.

"It worked....Not much on to take off, I'm afraid."
Sheila said, looking at her T-shirt and shorts.

"It's not quantity, it's quality that counts." Theresa
said, slowly lifting Sheila's shirt.

"I was wondering... could we weave support into tops.
Built in bra's and such." Sheila asked.

"Sure, just a matter of density... Did Cindy tell you
about the bullet proofing." Theresa asked, lifting the
shirt off and tossing it aside. Her hands slid slowly
back over Sheila's breasts.

"Bullet proofing?" Sheila asked.

"Yeah, ever hear of Kevlar?" Theresa asked, hooking her
thumbs in Sheila's waist band.

"Some kind of plastic?" Sheila asked.

"Some incredible, unrippable kind of plastic. They use it
to make bullet proof vests. We can weave mats of the
stuff, and over lap about three of them so the seams
aren't in line. Then we spin an outfit over the stuff,
actually, over and under the stuff. Anyway, you end up
with a form fitting, sexy bullet proof dress. We figured
to sell one to every first lady in the whole world."
Theresa explained.

"No kidding...It will really stop a bullet?" Sheila
asked.

"No kidding. It would bruise like hell, maybe crack some
ribs, but it wouldn't penetrate. John made one for me. We
put it on my mannequin and set it up on one of the unused
floors and shot at it from behind a mattress for safety.
It ripped the outside fabric, but didn't go in. The
mattress was a good idea. The bullets mostly ricocheted
off to the sides. He shot all of a fully loaded revolver
at it. Didn't penetrate once." Theresa said.

She slid Sheila's shorts slowly down, sinking to her
knees... pausing to consider the sight before her. She
pushed them to the floor and Sheila stepped out of them.

Theresa moved forward a bit and kissed Sheila inside her
hip bones, just beneath her navel. Then stood and kissed
her lips once more.

"Did I miss the unveiling? Oh damn." Cindy said, carrying
the coffee tray.

"A short, but satisfying show." Theresa said, releasing
Sheila.

"Okay, babe. Into the mad scientists chair.... just think
of the gynecologist. Only worse." Theresa chuckled.

Sheila climbed aboard and the girls strapped her down.
Each kissing her reassuringly.

"Why don't you try a flight, Theresa. You know how."
Cindy suggested.

"Sure... if I don't amputate a tit. That would be a
shame." Theresa said, seriously.

"Not physically possible, unless she sits up." Cindy
warned.

"I get the point. Cindy said it would break my arm and
now I hear it could amputate a tit. We definitely need to
make this less intimidating." Sheila said, warily.

"Okay... where's the go button... Oh, this one I think."
Theresa said, poking the computer.

The machine started up.

"Don't let her fool you. She scanned John for practice
and didn't rip off his toy. He was walking again within a
month." Cindy said.

"Thanks, I feel *so* much better...." Sheila said as an
arm passed over her head, it reversed and repeated it's
movement.

"No talking while it's over your face." Cindy added, "It
looses track and has to redo."

Sheila remained quiet as the arm passed over.

"This isn't so bad." She said finally.

"Just wait for them damn personal probes." Theresa
chuckled.

"Want to go for a swim Theresa. The machine can do it
*pretty* good by itself." Cindy teased.

"Don't you *dare* leave me alone with this.... thing."
Sheila gasped.

"Just teasing, love. Here comes the fun part, part A."
Cindy said.

"Feels kind of nice really and...... oh my." Sheila
gasped.

"Precisely. And if it doesn't get a good reading it keeps
right on probing those areas that made you squirm and
give it bad readings." Theresa chuckled.

"OH....MY...." Sheila said.

"Maybe we could just sell scanners for marital aids. Not
record any numbers." Theresa chuckled.

"God, I've known women who weren't this good." Sheila
gasped between clenched teeth.

The arms moved aside.

"Okay... time to flip, now it *really* gets fun." Cindy
said.

"Can I have a moment to regroup?" Sheila asked.

"Nope. Changes in water distribution by the lymph system
based upon your state of arousal. Or so John said, I
think he just liked torturing us." Cindy chuckled.

She released the straps and Sheila kissed her hard.

"Thank you, but you'll find outside stimulation just
makes it worse. Theresa and I were speculating about
showing land fill management training tapes to the
customers to help distract them." Cindy said.

Sheila turned over and Cindy strapped her down once more,
admiring her cute ass. Despite what she had said, she
drew her finger tips over it.

"*That* was no machine." Sheila chuckled.

"Yes, and precisely what you said would shut us down if
one of our operators felt the urge. I can see what you
meant." Cindy said.

She nodded to Theresa who started the second phase.

The optical scanners ran once more, then came the gross
reference wheels followed by the fine resolvers.

"That's quite pleasant and...... What the hell? That is
damn personal.... OH MY GOD!" Sheila gasped, passing
though the same stages the girls had endured previously.

Sheila was fighting against the straps. Gritting her
teeth, trying very hard *not* to move. She wasn't
successful. Suddenly she cried out and her body
convulsed. The machine was patient. It waited just long
enough for her to remain relatively still and then had at
her again.

Cindy and Theresa were shocked. They had gotten excited,
but hadn't climaxed. They had just wanted to, really
badly.

Each time the machine would near conclusion, Sheila would
convulse again. Her breath became ragged in her throat.
Cindy moved over and held a hand which Sheila grasped
hard as she climaxed yet again.

"Theresa, better switch to a grosser average, I don't
want to kill her." Cindy said, seriously.

"No... please.. let it be..." Sheila gasped.

"Okay... Ever see Barbarella? Remember the orgasmatron?"
Cindy asked.

"I think so... kind of a dumb movie." Theresa said.

"I think John's duplicated it... and Sheila's his
Barbarella. She broke the orgasmatron..." Cindy chuckled.

Sheila responded with yet another contraction.

Cindy did her best to comfort her, it only made it
worse.... or better depending on point of view.

It took a fair bit longer than normal.... Finally the
computer signaled completion and the arms all moved
aside.

"You want to draw straws to see who gets to unleash her?"
Cindy asked Theresa.

"Naw, you go ahead." Theresa said, "I'm a scardy cat."

Cindy rolled her eyes and released Sheila's wrist straps.
The result was much as expected.

Sometime later Cindy remarked: "Just glad we put this
couch in here. That floor is just too hard and cold."

"So... see our problem?" Theresa asked.

"Uh... " said Sheila.

"Oh my, we're back to grunts... Walk her to the pool or
carry her?" Theresa chuckled.

"We could open the traps all the way down, but I don't
think the pools deep enough. Might hurt." Cindy mused.

"How about we fire up the winch and lower her?" Theresa
asked.

"I think the wench is fired up enough." Cindy chuckled.

"No... I'm.... okay..." Sheila said, slowly sitting up.

"Coffee?" Theresa asked, pouring anyway.

"Please." Sheila begged.

"We *did* warn you, but Theresa and I didn't *go off*
anywhere near that bad. We just wanted to rape the
world." Cindy chuckled.

"I don't think it's legal to have our customers doing
that. The vice squad would shut us down." Theresa said,
seriously.

"God....my deluxe multi- D-Cell vibrator is like a
Volkswagen bug compared to that Ferrari." Sheila said,
sipping gratefully at the coffee.

"I can't imagine how she'd react to the advanced
scanning." Theresa said.

"Not sure I'd want to be around... I want to live a while
longer." Cindy said.

"Advanced scanning?" Sheila asked, fire in her eyes.

The girls were kind of scared by the look.

"Ya... Yes." Cindy stuttered, "I told you. We can make a
*very* deluxe love toy for someones spouse. The advanced
scanning takes molds of the vaginal and Anal cavities.
Only it's hot. I mean *physically* hot. And it gets
pumped in until *every* cubic centimeter is *completely*
filled. You think the surface probe got you hot.... "
Cindy shivered.

"Can we do that before I leave?" Sheila asked,
sheepishly.

"Oh... I don't know. Maybe the vaginal cavity... but I
don't trust myself with the flip side. You have to watch
the pressure real close. A blowout would be a *bad*
thing. Probably put you in the hospital with a hell of an
explanation to come up with." Cindy said.

"John was working with some better software routines for
that, but they haven't been tested on a person yet."
Theresa said.

"Well, if it's doable, I'd like to leave a present.. for
John. If you girls don't mind that is." Sheila said.

Cindy chuckled and looked to Theresa, who shrugged.

"Naw, we don't mind. We both figure he'll get to you
eventually anyway." Cindy said.

"Well... It's just that... Well, we didn't do it. And I
wanted to so bad. It would just be... oh ...  I would
just like the... I want to know that he might get to know
how I feel, inside." Sheila said, embarrassed.

"I understand... I think. Fact is that I've *done* his
mannequin. It was so real I couldn't believe it." Cindy
said.

"Uh... Sheila... Would you be interested in trying out
John before you actually do it for real?" Theresa asked.

"Huh? How?" Sheila asked.

Cindy smiled and moved to John's mannequin. She turned it
around and pulled down it's shorts. Sheila's jaw dropped
and she got a real hungry, yearning look in her eyes.

"Well, I think that answers *that* question." Theresa
chuckled.

"Help me get it to the sofa before she starts climbing up
the legs." Cindy said.

The girls lifted the mannequin down. Sheila's eyes never
left it as they carried it to the wide sofa and laid it
out.

"For comparison's sake, you'll find the upper side a just
a shade rougher, but it's not unpleasant and the
dimensions are exactly the same." Cindy said.

Sheila's eyes were riveted to the image before her.
Theresa took her hand and led her over it.

"Let me help get things started." Cindy said, caressing
her thighs. She bent and licked Sheila's clitoris.
Working her fingers between her labia. She began to work
her natural lubricants to the opening, transferring some
to the end of the realistic foam penis.

Theresa kissed Sheila deeply while her fingers caressed
her breasts, teasing the nipples.

Sheila moaned, looking down, fixated upon the image
beneath her.

Cindy couldn't get adequate lube to the replica, so she
bent and licked it. Thinking how real it really was.

When Sheila began to quiver the girls positioned her over
the mannequin's pelvis. Cindy positioned the end against
her vulva and moved it back and forth between the lips.
Picking up more lubricant along the surface. Then she
positioned the end against the opening of the vagina.

Sheila's eye's closed as she slowly lowered herself upon
it. Feeling it penetrate her. Imagining, easily, that it
was really John. Her hands moved over the chest, finding
the nipples and teasing them just like it really was him.

She lowered herself a slow inch at a time. Her breath
catching in her throat. A moan of delight escaping from
her lips.  She lowered herself all the way down. Seating
the replica against her cervix. Then continuing until her
thighs touched "his".

A growling moan seemed to build from the bottom of her
lungs. A tingling feeling inside grew to a quiver and
then into a hard convulsion, pushing the air from her
lungs in a long, deep howl as her body convulsed hard,
again and again. Her head whipping around and jerking
like a paddle ball on a string. She fell forward as her
hips began violently thrusting downwards.

The girls kissed behind her back as their fingertips
caressed her sides and ass. They found the whole thing
terribly erotic. Cindy's finger slipped under Theresa's
shirt and up over her breasts. Theresa set her attention
upon Sheila's back and sides.

Sheila began to settle in to a rhythm.

Remembering her own first experience with the mannequin,
Cindy moved around behind Sheila and grabbed under the
thighs of the replica. Timing it just right, she began to
pull up on the thighs just as Sheila stroked downwards.

A sudden cry and another series of strong contractions
told Cindy she had accomplished her intended purpose. She
continued lifting the mannequin in time with Sheila's
down strokes.

Sheila was going wild. Her head swinging side to side,
flipping her hair around. Her breath came in ragged
gasps, punctuated by moaning cries when her body
convulsed.

Picking up speed, she drove herself mercilessly downwards
upon the realistic penis. Ramming it into her cervix
almost every stroke. Then suddenly her breath stopped and
she drove down hard. Her body began to shake down to the
ends of every limb. Contractions of her abdomen held a
constant grip. She screamed like a wounded animal and
fell forward, inert.

"I think we should move her." Cindy said, "If she wakes
up like that, we may never get any work done."

"I agree... Because I think the first time she wakes up
with him inside her... it really ought to be him."
Theresa said, softly caressing Sheila's quivering back.

Cindy reached down and pulled the foam penis from within
her. It was slick with Sheila juices. Without thought,
she dipped her head and licked it clean.

They carefully pulled Sheila off to the side and then re-
hung the mannequin. Cindy pulled it's shorts back onto it
and then joined Theresa, softly caressing Sheila's body.

Sheila suddenly shook in a kind of Grand Mal seizure...
Then she breathed easier. Theresa moved behind her and
kind of lifted her up against her, caressing her softly.
She bent and kissed her forehead. Cindy flashed upon
Theresa's story the previous evening... but said nothing.
She just moved to her friend's side and kissed her softly
on the cheek.

Theresa turned to her and kissed her deeply.

Cindy let her fingers roam as they softly traced little
circles upon Sheila's breasts and side. Her arm around
her friend.

Slowly Sheila's eyelids fluttered open. Her hands each
moved over one of the girls and she squoze them softly.

"You two have been experiencing that... only for real?
God, I envy you." Sheila said, quietly.

"Your time will come..." Cindy said in reply.

Sheila spun in Theresa's lap and she was hugging them
both fiercely. Her head buried between them as she heaved
a great sob.

Both girls turned and kissed her on the cheek.

"My turn to cook, What for lunch?" Cindy asked.

Sheila didn't answer. Her mind far away from food. She
was overwhelmed by the generosity of the two adorable
women in her arms. She just hugged them for a long time.

"I saw her mouth move once...afterwards." Theresa said,
"so I know she can speak."

"How can you.....Why would you..... god.... share him....
with me..?" she said.

"I told you. I want, what my man wants. And he wants you.
Now that I've gotten to know you better, I can't help but
admire his taste." Cindy replied.

Theresa jumped in: "Besides... I'm going off to college.
If I meet a decent man to have kids with, I probably
won't be back except to visit. Cindy's going to need a
chum. I can't think of a better one...

"You know, John's getting older. He's not up to sex more
than four times a day. We had to practice with him lots
to get him there. Somebody's got to keep Cindy satiated
so she doesn't kill him prematurely." Theresa chuckled.

"Don't go getting us wrong. If John tried to show up with
another woman we'd chase her off with a cattle prod. It's
not just anybody that were willing to share with.... It's
you. I for one think you're worth sharing with. Besides
that, I want you too. For myself." Cindy said, caressing
her.

"Come on, Theresa, why don't you show her how to string
up the casting frame. I'm going to make lunch." Cindy
concluded.

Sheila grabbed her around the neck and kissed her deeply.
Quivering all the while.

"Thank you...both of you." Sheila said, turning to
Theresa to offer the same thanks.