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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

They rolled the roof back and went chuckling arm in arm
down to the bedroom. There, John made good on his promise
to her, and then some. They barely had enough strength
for a final kiss good night. Cindy was blissfully happy.
She officially had her man back.

Chapter 61

Amy and Andrea awoke first. Theresa was sleeping soundly
between them. They'd been merciless with her. In part,
prompted from the sounds they heard coming from the
bedroom below.

They kissed each other across Theresa's breasts and then
each slipped out of bed and met in the bathroom. Amy
arrived first and plunked down. Andrea danced around a
bit till she was through. Then she plunked down as Amy
moved to brush her teeth.

Amy slipped into the shower and a short time later Andrea
joined her. They knew Alice was just rising. The man
outside was still watching, but they now sensed he wasn't
a threat. In the stream they soaped each other and played
around gleefully. After washing they took turns pleasing
each other. Finally they stepped out, satiated and happy.
They toweled each other dry and moved to find some
scandalous outfits. They wanted to be a part of what
they'd heard, and sensed, downstairs the night before.

The closer they got to these people, the more empathic
they got of their emotions. Currently, Cindy was
absolutely glowing, John was too.

The girls hugged each other and kissed, before heading
off to make their breakfast. It would be hours before the
others were up. At least Alice had Candice for early
company, they thought.



Candice slipped into the shower with Alice. Their session
was much similar to the other girls, but not near as
deeply felt. Neither was disappointed though.



A very short time earlier, Sally had awakened next to her
sweet lover. She kissed her tenderly on the forehead, and
then slipped out to get some coffee. As an after thought
she checked her E-mail to see if John had left her any
messages. He had. She read it with her eyes hanging out.
Busting out with laughter. Jean stirred and joined her at
the terminal.

"What's up, Darling? I didn't get my morning kiss yet."
she said, bending to retrieve it.

Sally warmed to the kiss and then some. Finally she
pulled Jean into her lap.

"You've *got* to read this, it's priceless!" she giggled.

"Okay... I need coffee for my eyes to focus though." Jean
said.

"I'll get it, you read." Sally chuckled.

"Oh no, I like this position. I'll share yours." Jean
said, snatching the cup and taking a sip. She did her
best to focus on the screen.

Finally she busted out laughing herself.

"Now we can't tell a soul about this." Sally chuckled.

"Damn. It's so damn funny, too." Jean said.

"I think his idea is priceless. I'm gonna do it." she
said.

"I agree. Can I go with?" Jean asked, slipping her hand
into Sally's robe.

"Yes you may. If they're watching me, they're watching
you too." Sally said, sliding her fingers between Jean's
thighs.

"Have we got time to go back to bed for a while?" Jean
asked, giggling..

"Maybe for just a quick one. I've got to get to work."
Sally said, following the blonde back into the bedroom.



About the time Sally and Jean were off to their
respective jobs, Cindy woke next to her man. She kissed
his cheek and then stretched like a cat, grinning from
ear to ear, almost purring. She snuggled back to his side
to wait for him to stir.



Sheila awoke much the same way. Candice and Alice were
trying to keep quiet as they cooked, but the apartment
was much smaller than the silo. Sheila didn't mind. She
set about her morning routine. When she finally emerged
from the bathroom she kissed the girls deeply. They
responded in kind.



About nine o-clock San Francisco time the phone rang. It
was John.

He launched into an explanation which had Sheila stunned
for a bit. Then he told her what he wanted her to do and
she busted out laughing. She scribbled down some things
he told her, then tore off four sheets like John told her
to. She was still chuckling when John finally hung up,
after having talked to the girls and sending his love.



All the pieces of the game were in play.

Chapter 62

John took a trip into town for supply's. Mostly he wanted
to get Theresa something for her birthday. One the way he
kept one eye in the mirror. A car dropped in behind him
not far out of town. He went about his business, but kept
an eye to the rear. The car stayed with him all day.

"Well, that tears it." he mumbled to himself.

He made his way back to the silo. The car drove past as
he turned into his road. A short time later it passed the
opposite way on it's way back into town.

John loaded the things from the cruiser onto his
snowmobile and the toboggan that had come with the girls.
It was a full load. He locked up the shack again, leaving
several hairs across the door gap. Stuck by his saliva.
Then headed back to the silo.

The girls all poured out to meet him as he pulled up.
Having been alerted by the now constantly active road
sensors.

"The Russians are coming, The Russians are coming." he
chuckled as he got off.

"You had a tail?" Cindy asked.

"Like a bunny rabbit." he grinned.

"So that's it then. Now what do we do?" Cindy asked.

"Well, first I dig back into my old business cards.
Somewhere I have the number of a real, honest to god Rear
Admiral. He's retired now, but he'll know just who to
call on our end." John chuckled.

"You know an Admiral?" Theresa asked, respect in her
voice.

"Just met him once, at a classified seminar. I doubt
he'll remember me, but the facts are easy enough to
check." he said.

It actually took John hours to find the card. But first
he sent an encrypted E-mail message to both Sally and to
Sheila's new E-mail account he'd set up that morning. He
used a program not thought of favorably by the NSA,
because it took too much of their precious computer time
to bust the encryption.

A short time later he made his first phone call to an
Admiral.

"Admiral, I doubt if you remember me, as we only met once
at an EW seminar. This is John Stevens.... You do? I'm
honored.

Anyway, have I got a story for you. See I'm living now in
this old missile silo...yes sir, that's right. A missile
silo... I won the lottery... anyway...." so the
conversation went.

John explained most everything. Then he got the Admiral's
E-mail address along with one he suggested. An Admiral's
suggestion is worth much more than a government agency's
promise written in triplicate and countersigned by every
living president.

John edited the message he'd sent to Sally and added more
facts. Then he sent it to both the Admiral and the other
address he'd been given.



Bill Howdy was a long time employee of Uncle Sam. He'd
been in the intelligence business since a tour with "*The
Company"* in Cambodia, during the Vietnam era. He'd been
section chief of the soviet task force and served several
active missions within the eastern block. Now his job was
dealing with the counter-espionage desk for the United
States. His job wasn't really listed with any visible
agency, in fact information flowed much too freely out of
those other agencies to be of much use to him. They did
forward him reports on the activities of suspected
operatives from all over the U.S. and it's many
interests.

Secured in his *In* basket was a Red Flag report from
three different sources. Something going on with the
Russian Agents in both San Francisco, and New York. The
third flag came from DISCO, which dealt with industrial
security clearances. The flag verified too many requests
for data on one *John Stevens*.

Accompanying the report was Stevens file. Not bad, but
nothing overly significant to warrant the interest of the
Russians. Just the same he scribbled some instructions on
the report and moved it to his *Out* basket lock box.
Then he turned to his morning E-mail.

"I'll be god damned!" he said in amazement. There was a
message to him from one *John Stevens!*

A second message came from an old friend and colleague. A
retired Rear Admiral he respected greatly.

He read the Admiral's message first. It contained an
exact duplicate of the one from Stevens, but with
analysis and recommendations.

For the next half hour he read in amazement. Chuckling
from time to time. Then he busted out laughing when he
read what Stevens proposed. Then he read over the
Admiral's analysis, he sobered when he read the
recommendations.

"Not bad... Not bad at all. And dirt cheap!" he muttered
to himself.

He got his aid on the phone and started the ball rolling.

First item; Verify all of Stevens facts. The psychic
triplets left a bad taste in his mouth. *Too damn weird*.
And if true; *Too Damn Weird*.

Second; Verify identities of all parties involved.
Perform thorough background checks on all parties.

Third; Evaluate information garnered by actions one and
two.

Fourth; If item three warrants it and items one and two
verify it, then meet with Stevens. Tour and observe
conditions of obsolete silo.

Five; Evaluate status based on items one through four.

Six; Recommend course of action indicated by items one
through five to his superiors. In Howdy's case that was a
high level official in the White House.



Howdy got confirmation of item one within a day. Within a
few more he had the facts from item two. He sat down with
them all and thought about it for a full day.

"Get me a flight to... Make it Hill Air Force base in
Utah. Then a long range chopper fueled and ready when I
arrive. I'll give the chopper pilot final instructions
when we're in the Air." Howdy told his aid.

"How should I reach you sir? If a situation comes up?"
his aid asked.

"E-mail me at this address. Encrypted using PGP. The
password is this.... memorize it and then destroy it."
Howdy told the aid.

His aid chuckled as he read the note.

"Not likely to forget that one..... Something big
stirring?" he asked.

"You know better than to ask that." Howdy said.

"Yes sir. I'll see to your flight." the aid said.

Four hours later he touched down at Hill AFB. Ten minutes
later he was in the air again.

He first made a stop at Dougway Proving Grounds. Home to
some of the deadliest nerve toxins on earth. He was met
by an armed escort who ferried him to the area where the
nastiest ones were kept. Then the escort *slowly* ferried
him back to the waiting chopper.

The pilot didn't like this at all. Howdy carried a small
aluminum case like it was made of the finest crystal. The
pilot said a silent prayer as he lifted off.

"Where to Sir?" he asked.

"Due west for ten minutes. Report your course as due west
and then shut off the radio." was Howdy's only reply.

The pilot shivered and complied. There was something very
clandestine and nasty about this.

Ten minutes to the second later Howdy handed the pilot
his final coordinates. It required a change of direction.

"Drop to the deck and stay there until we land." Howdy
told him.

"Beg pardon sir?" asked the pilot.

"I want this thing to scare the fucking ants until we
touchdown. You got that?" Howdy asked.

"Yes sir. Can do." the pilot said, complying.

"Watch for power lines." Howdy mentioned.

"Always sir." the pilot said.



Some time later John heard the beat of a rotor. He
scrambled to the entry followed by Theresa. They suited
up and met the chopper.

"Shut down completely. No radio. No nothing." Howdy
ordered.

The pilot complied. The rotor still spun for quite a
while. Seemingly the instant it stopped, a tarp was being
pulled over the chopper. Only then did Howdy disembark.
Carrying his package again like fine crystal.

John stepped up onto the pad. Theresa motioned the Pilot
to follow her.

"John Stevens?" Howdy asked.

"Yes Sir, Bill Howdy?" John asked.

"Yes Sir." Bill replied.

They shook hands, each man evaluating the others firm
grip. John led them inside. Bill and the Pilot both were
grateful as it was freezing on the pad. A blast of
comfortable warm air met them as they stepped inside.

Theresa unsuited, much to the Pilots discomfort. She wore
one of the most outstanding outfits he'd ever seen. It
fit her like a second skin. She motioned to him and he
followed her to the elevator. This was definitely *not* a
well known facility. The pilot knew of many of them from
his time in the service. He was floored when Theresa led
him around the corner into one of the most modern,
comfortable kitchen's he'd ever seen.

"Now, what to drink?" Theresa asked.

"Beg pardon, Ma'am?" the pilot responded.

Theresa sighed, which added to the pilots discomfort. Her
nipples were clearly discernible beneath the thin fabric.

"My name is Theresa, that's all you need to know. I don't
need to know your name. You will be here at least long
enough for one alcoholic beverage to fully wear off and
eat a meal. Now we have a very fine bar. So again, What
to drink?"

The pilot gulped. He could use one.

"I'm partial to single malt scotch if you have any. On
the rocks." the pilot replied.

"Oh, I think you'll be quite happy with that choice."
Theresa said, moving to the bar.

Her flip side was as dangerous as her front side. The
pilot suppressed a groan, hoping his flight suit was
baggy enough to cover his reaction.

Theresa poured him two fingers of Laphroaig 20 year old
over two cubes and handed it to him. Suppressing her own
grin over his reaction to her.

"Not bad looking ......I wonder if he likes kids." she
thought.

She poured herself a glass of Wine. She seated him on the
sofa, sitting on the opposite end. She pulled her legs up
to his vast discomfort. He took a long pull on the most
excellent scotch he'd ever tasted. The rich smoky taste
took him by surprise and he smiled despite the odd
conditions of his arrival.

Theresa beamed at his smile.



"That for me?" John asked, once they were in the Com
room.

"Yeah, you can keep the box. I'd dip it in everything
you've got, considering where it came from and what it
might have held." Howdy told him.

John casually accepted the case and opened it. Inside was
an autographed copy of the Admiral's book on Electronics
Warfare. John smiled and thanked Howdy. He set the book
on a shelf and stashed the box in a cabinet.

"So let's get down to business." Howdy said.

"Fine by me. Scotch?" John said.

"As I'll be here a while, yes. On the rocks." Howdy said.

"The only way I like it." John said, pouring from an
identical bottle to the one Theresa had poured from.

John made himself one and then sat back on the triple
chaise.

"So what do you want?" Howdy asked.

"Not much in terms of money out of anybody's budget. As
corny as it may sound; I *am* a patriot." John said.

"Nothing wrong with that. I don't think it's corny at
all. So exactly what do you have in mind." Howdy asked
again.

"Well, first off. I want my freedom and that of those
involved on my end. I value that very much. What I have
in mind for the government, does the scam royally on the
Russians, while insuring that my freedom continues.

I accept that in some ways, I'll never be free again.
I'll always have a shadow anywhere I go on the planet.
But I'm willing to accept that in return for relatively
small compensation." John said.

"How small?" Howdy asked.

"Oh... how about five miles by fifty? In a strip of land
from the road to past my property. And minimal
maintenance of the road, which I have now but wouldn't
press for." John said.

"That's *one hell* of a lot of land." Howdy said.

"Not really. It's BLM land. Owned by the government. I
want free title to it. Including water and mineral
rights. Right now it's mostly growing sage brush. I'd
agree to leave over 50% of it as a natural habitat. But
I'd like some trees added around here. And the whole
piece fully fenced and wired. Oh, and basically a free
hand to build what I wish." John said.

"Why don't you tell me exactly what you have in mind."
Howdy told him.

John chuckled. "Well, you started the whole thing by
coming here. Right now there's some *very* curious
Russians glued to their monitors over there.

It's not hard to distinguish a helicopter sitting under a
tarp, especially because they probably watched it land.
If they didn't, they'll notice it soon and will
definitely watch you take off and trail you. If I guess
right they watched you leave Dougway and followed you all
the way here. So the balls rolling. What I'd like to do
now, is convince them." John said.

"In what manner." Howdy asked, sipping his scotch. He was
beginning to like John Stevens, a lot.

"By building a thriving little secret community
surrounding this silo." John said.

"That sounds like a whole lot more money to me." Howdy
said.

"Nope. I'll pay for the whole thing." John said.

"You haven't got *that* kind of money." Howdy stated,
honestly.

"I will have shortly. You saw that outfit that Theresa
was wearing?" John asked.

"A man's not likely to miss that sort of thing." Howdy
replied, chagrined.

"Yeah, I know. She's been living with me over a year now.
Anyway, we knocked that outfit off from scratch in about
twenty minutes." John said.

"You're kidding! I would have sworn it came from the
finest salon and cost a bloody fortune." Howdy said.

"It did come from the finest salon. Right here in the
silo. I own the patent to the machine that made it,
outright. Within a year we intend to go nationwide, in
five world wide. It cost me three dollars to make that
outfit. It would sell for close to a thousand." John
said.

"That's a damn big leap for a bunch of rookies." Howdy
said.

"You did your homework, or you wouldn't be here. That's
what Sheila's for. You know if anybody can do it, she
can." John said.

"Granted. So you'll probably have the money. Who's going
to live in this little community?" Howdy asked.

"Hand selected homeless people." John replied.

"Kind of hard to keep security on that." Howdy said,
dubiously.

"Not really. They never get near this place. Just the
housing. While they're here they study and learn skills
to better their lives and enrich the world. The
government could do the same thing, but they'd fuck it
up." John said.

"And who would do the picking of these folks?" Howdy
asked.

"I would, based upon my own criteria for ethics and an
honest desire to change their lives." John replied.

"Sounds like a pipe dream." Howdy said.

"Maybe. But if it turns out so, what has it cost the
taxpayer? If it succeeds, the Russians end up committing
major resources to watching the place and everybody they
think is connected with it. If they're watching it,
others will too. It's all a sham, but nobody knows that
but us. You and me, mainly. The Admiral because I had to
use him to get to you. The girls don't even *have* to
know the *whole* story." John said.

"Speaking of which, This is some lifestyle you're living.
Seven active girlfriends, lesbian leanings. Add two more
in New York. Five of them under the age of eighteen."
Howdy prodded.

"Don't patronize me! And don't feed me that goody two
shoes crap. You did your homework. I know you did. You
know what kind of lives those girls came from.

"I didn't ask for any of this. But I damn sure wasn't
going to walk away from a single one of them. Which is a
damn site more than the ultra benevolent Uncle Sam ever
did for them.

"I don't deny a single thing. You have my statement
indicating exactly what my relationship is with each of
them. I'm not ashamed of a single act I performed with
any of them.

"Those five underage girls, are *women*. They've earned
the title. Some by going through more shit than you or I
could comprehend. To think of them as girls is the exact
same attitude as sending a man into combat and then not
letting him buy beer back home.

"Fact is that in 80% of the world, they'd all be
expecting their second or third child.

"All I'm asking for, for the girls; Is their freedom.

"You send Cindy or Theresa back to their folks, and
you've got two dead girls on your conscience. Because I
know that either of them would kill themselves before
they'd go back to that hell, or any other the
*government* chose for them.

"The same goes for the triplets and that asshole hick
that bought them for an old tractor, then raped them as
soon as they started to bleed. Do you know that those
three and Candice never heard of a tampon before they
came here? Nobody ever bothered to tell them how a
woman's body worked. That's the kind of world that
they're here to recover *from*.

"So if you are here to preach morality to me, you can
just go climb back in your chopper and my next phone call
will be to the Washington Post." John said, angrily.

"Settle down. I just wanted to hear it from your own
lips. Nothing is ever what it seems. I know you've used
your own money and resources to help those girls. I know
you physically saved the lives of at least four of them
and then risked your own life to insure their freedom. My
point was that you've benefited from it in a manner that
most men would die for." Howdy said.

"I don't deny it...... But sometimes I just long for
peace and quiet.

"Look, Theresa is going off to school. Cindy too, I hope,
but she wants to stay here with me for some reason. Both
those two could now pass exams well into mid-college
level. When they came here, they had at best a seventh
grade education. And not much of that.

"The triplets are learning to read now, that's where they
are this minute, in the library reading to each other.
Except for Alice who is in San Francisco with Sheila.
Candice is there too, but you know that.

"I fully expect the triplets to outgrow me. I'm not a
young man. I'm... well you know.

"In the mean time I'm doing my damnedest to give them a
loving environment and a decent education. That's more
than they've ever had in their lives. More than they ever
*dreamed* of.

"I won't play the bad guy because three beautiful women
want to make love to me. They've been having... sex. -It
was really child rape-, since they were twelve. Now it's
four years later. Four years of pure hell. You want to
tell me that they're not women?

"I can tell you this, that now, they enjoy sex, instead
of spending their whole lives bitter and hating it and
men. They now know what the hell an orgasm is. They
learned that from me and those around me who love me. But
they did it of their own free will. I didn't coerce any
one of them. That applies to all of them. And I have hard
evidence of this fact. If necessary I could prove it."
John said.

"How?" Howdy smirked.

"Your a bright boy, you figure it out." John said.

Howdy looked around, then nodded.

"I presume this is being recorded as well?" he asked.

"You presume correctly. If we come to an agreement, you
and I will go jointly to the area where the recorders
are. There are two machines running on this room right
now, with six views on each tape. We will each sign the
label on both tapes. You will take one to your superiors,
I will retain one as my insurance policy the government
doesn't change it's mind in the future." John said.

"Smart. What's to keep me from swooping down on this
place with a commando team and taking the lot." Howdy
asked.

"Nothing but your ethics." John said.

Howdy nodded.

"So what exactly do you want concerning the girls?" Howdy
asked.

"Their freedom. Specifically... papers. Theresa turns
seventeen in a few days. Cindy did a month ago. God, was
it only that long ago?...

"Anyway, I want legal identities for them stating that
they are both eighteen. The same for the triplets.
They're all sixteen now, but will be seventeen in another
month. So basically, I want you to bend the law a maximum
of thirteen months.

"Then there's dealing with those who made them what they
are. Theresa and Cindy are bound to become celebrity's of
some sort from this fashion thing, the triplets too. If
either Theresa or Cindy's parents raise their ugly heads,
I want somebody to explain to them, quite seriously, what
a dim view the law takes on child abuse. The same goes
for that asshole Nick.

"I also want immunity from prosecution should anybody
ever get wind of this. I'm not talking about the silo
scam, I'm talking about the girls. So it would apply only
to the past. Their papers making them legal will cover
the future. I also want a hands off policy concerning my
relationships. You well know by now that I'm stuck with
my ethics. It's those who want to cram morality down my
throat that I don't want to have to deal with.

"So, I guess to sum it up. I want the land, with minor
landscaping to a portion of it and the fenced and wired
surrounding. Freedom for five girls who are happier now
than they ever dreamed of being before they met me.
Freedom from prosecution for putting my ass on the line
to save them. And a hands off policy from the government
concerning how I use the land and my personal
relationships. That would of course apply to the women
themselves.

"In return, I make this place seem to whomever is
watching it, to be a high tech Chemical, Bio or exotic
weapons lab.

"It would probably help if you ran security clearances on
those who occupied the housing I put up. They need not be
real, perhaps a special class that wouldn't give them
access to a public toilet away from here. Just go through
the motions. In my case you could just update my
clearance. Knowing what I do, I don't see how you'd avoid
that.

"I also would like to retain some sort of privacy in my
life. I'll accept eighteen nations tailing me whenever
I'm out, but here, my privacy is inviolate. I don't want
some government bureaucrat stopping by to explain or ask
me something. The less I see of them, the better. I can
guarantee enough coming and going from here to keep the
Ruskies busy for a long, long time.

"That's what I'm offering and what I'm asking. I think
it's a goddamned bargain. And I know you know it." John
concluded.

"It is. But I can't promise it." Howdy said.

"I'll accept your word that you'll try." John said.

"That, I'll grant. You have my word. I don't know whether
to envy you or pity you. But I admire what you've done
for those girls.... You didn't mention Candice, Sheila or
Sally.. or her girlfriend for that matter." Howdy said.

"No need to. They are all legally adults already. I have
nothing to do with Sally's girlfriend. I met her twice
while I ate a meal. I've never met Sheila's girlfriends
either. But I expect I will, eventually." John said.

"Just out of personal curiosity. What is it you see in bi
women? If you don't mind my asking." Howdy asked.

"No, I don't mind....

"Like I said, I never chose any of this. Including my
involvement with bisexual women. It was suddenly thrust
into my face. It was there. I had to ask myself what was
more important to me. Teaching a morality -that I didn't
really believe in to start with- to two girls who didn't
want to, or need to, hear it. Or to accept it as two
human beings taking comfort in each others love.

"It wasn't really a hard choice for me. I didn't do
anything but accept it.

"It's not that I see anything different about bisexual
women. I just accept them as they choose to be. That's
the basis for my relationship with each and every one of
them. In that environment, they've blossomed.

"God, I wish you could have met Theresa or Cindy back
then so you'd have something to compare to. But in a
years time they went from broken, empty children with no
future, to competent, educated and cultured adults with a
sterling future. I had very little to do with that. They
mostly did that for themselves. All I did was provide
them a momentary resting place where they could be
themselves without the world throwing rules at them left
and right." John said.

"You're quite a man, John Stevens. I'll give you that.
I'm kind of sorry that we won't be seeing much of each
other. That would sort of mess things up. But I think I'd
like very much being your friend if I could." Howdy said.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me. I don't have many
male friends.... none that I can think of at the moment,
other than some I haven't seen for years. Eventually I
expect the girls will bring their husbands back to meet
me. I hope to be friends with them." John said.

"I think you expect a lot from the male populace. Not too
many men could be friends with their wives former lover."
Howdy said.

"No, I expect a lot from the *girls*. I doubt that since
they've gotten used to living their lives as they choose,
that they will pick men that try to mold them into some
model. It may not be *former* lover. It may be *current*
lover. Theresa says she wants to make love to me at least
once a year until I die after she's married." John said.

"You think that's fair to the men?" Howdy asked.

"I couldn't say. I don't make decisions or value
judgments for other people. I've never stolen a man's
wife from him. I don't intend to ever start. But if a
woman comes to me of her own free will and asks me to
make love, and I wish to make love to her, then odds are
that we're going to, if I'm able." John said.

"Just how the hell did you come to this? What you say
makes perfect, ethical sense. But the world would scream
bloody murder if they heard it." Howdy said.

"Can't say as I know. I was married once. Wasn't too
pleasant. Then I went on what I thought was an emotional
holiday. I struck it lucky with a damn lotto ticket. I
bought this place and proceeded to try to build my castle
in the sand.

"I was prepared to live out the rest of my life without
*any* love, of any sort....

"Maybe that was it. That I was prepared to do that.
Because almost as soon as I came to that understanding. I
had more love pouring out of my ears than I knew what to
do with.

"I'll grant that the money made it easier. But also the
isolation. Once I got away from society's day to day
rules and people sticking their noses into my business, I
started to live my life as I thought a human being
should. I made my own decisions based upon my own ethics.
I answered to no one but my own conscience.

"Right now that conscience is clear. I don't have a damn
thing to be ashamed of. How many others can say the
same?" John asked.

"Not I, for one. Nobody I know, really..... Speaking of
your *castle in the sand*. Let's see this hole you've
been working on. I may just buy one myself." Howdy said.

"Step into my parlor, said the spider to the fly... But
no. Please don't make me out as some sort of guru. I'm
not. I can't say that *my* way is *the* way for anybody
else. For one thing there's a shortage of silos versus
men.

Come on. I'll give you the tour, starting right here. I
have a multi trunk line.. oh, you know that. I've
activated several pair as ISDN lines. I get source
metered power from the power company. I barely use my
minimum because of the solar heat......" John began.

Howdy was flabbergasted with the place. From top to
bottom it was a masterwork of luxury. He met Cindy and
the two triplets in the ample library. His jaw hanging
open at how gorgeous they really were. Cindy was helping
the girls with their reading lessons. They left them to
it.

John showed him the new Com room, which would be needed
for the girls to run a major corporation from here. The
hydroponics room was now set up and running.

They stopped at level six maintenance stop and John
unlocked the tape closet. He extracted two tapes and
Howdy signed both. John did too. They each retained one.
Then John moved on to the future bedrooms for reference
of what a blank floor was like, followed by the guest and
master bedrooms.

Howdy flipped over the trap door. He raised an eyebrow at
the triple wardrobe. Then the pool, which was heated and
sparkling clean, no chlorine, but no algae either. Lastly
John showed him the weight room with it's small kitchen,
bath, and the hot tub area.

"Hell, I'd just like to rent a room here for a while.
This would make a great resort!" Howdy exclaimed.

"Sorry, the hotel's full up. Everything you see is spoken
for, for a while.

Now if you'll wipe that smile off your face, then we can
go see the kitchen and rescue your pilot from Theresa. I
think she kind of likes him and she's not known for being
shy. She's looking for a husband." John chuckled.

The pilot was indeed in need of rescue. He looked about
as uncomfortable as a man can look. He was trying real
hard not to look at Theresa as she prepared dinner. His
one drink long since gone and sweated out of his system.
He drank a mineral water. Theresa was chatting about what
colleges she was looking at to attend.

Cindy and the two girls joined them. Cindy's outfit no
less spectacular than Theresa's. The girls' outfits were
a bit more conservative, but still spectacular.

John waved Howdy into a seat at the table.

"We really should be going." Howdy began.

"Wrong time for a satellite pass." John said,
cryptically, "Besides, why would you pass up the chance
to share an excellent meal with four charming ladies?"

"You have a point. Sergeant, would you join us?" Howdy
asked, sitting down.

A question like that from a man of Howdy's obvious
stature was like an executive order to a solder. But the
pilot was only too glad to stay. As alluring as the other
three were, his eyes kept drifting back to Theresa. He'd
catch himself and suddenly look away. He did this
multiple times before he appeared to get lost in the
sight. Cindy smiled to herself. The triplets giggled.

Cindy and the girls set the table and then helped Theresa
serve. Theresa made a point of serving the pilot
personally, flashing him her biggest smile. He looked
more uncomfortable then ever, but returned it.

The meal was excellent. One of the best Howdy had
experienced for quite some time. Parmesan Chicken breasts
with baby carrots and rice Pilaf. John served a white
wine to all.

The pilot protested: "I'm flying sir."

"I expected that. This is a non-alcohol wine, not quite
up to what I like, but quite adequate.." John said.

The pilot took a sip and concurred. He returned to his
meal and his stolen glances at Theresa.

Conversation was light. No mention of the contents of the
silo or why they were there.

"Do you do any stargazing?" John asked Howdy.

"I've done some. I have a twelve inch Dobson." Howdy
replied.

"Nice size. You'd love the *seeing* from here. Not like
around a big city where the glow washes out the sky."
John said.

"He likes to show off too. Like the time he said it was
about time for a meteor shower and a big bright one
passed overhead two seconds later." Cindy chuckled.

"Not even I'm that good... but I'm learning." John said.

John served rich French roasted coffee with a special
desert Theresa had whipped up earlier. Frangelico Cheese
cake with White chocolate, topped with shaved hazel nuts.
John had Frangelico with his coffee. The others declined
the additive.

"Could we check your E-mail? I left word with my aid he
could reach me at this address." Howdy asked.

"Certainly. Could you girls give this handsome young
gentleman a hand uncovering his helicopter while we do
that?" John asked the girls.

They all nodded. Theresa boldly put her arm through the
pilot's and led him towards the entrance. Cindy and the
triplets following behind, snickering.



John's E-mail was clear. Howdy sent a coded message to
his aid to pick him up, communication wise, at the Air
Force base. John snagged him with just one last request.

"I've been trying to fathom the wiring and plumbing
around here for two years now. Is there any chance you
could get me a copy of the original plans for the silo?"
he asked.

"They may still be classified. We still have others of
the same design operational." Howdy told him.

"I know... or rather, I surmised as much. But I'd be more
than willing to treat them like Secret documents, alarmed
safe and all..... You see, seven women are a hell of a
load on a plumbing system. And if this one backs up, the
deals probably off, cause no-one could live here." John
explained.

"I'll see what I can do." Howdy chuckled.



Outside Theresa and Cindy hadn't bothered suiting up. The
triplets did. The pilot shivered in the cold winter
evening. Theresa and Cindy didn't seem to notice as they
peeled the tarp back and stored it.

"Aren't you cold?" the pilot asked Theresa.

"No, actually. Here, feel this." she said, taking his
fingers and slipping them into her sleeve.

He was startled by her touch. Even more so by the warmth
he felt inside her sleeve.

"This outfit stores heat in the fabric as twist. When it
gets colder it untwists and gives up heat. Neat, huh?"
she asked.

"Incredible. Where can you buy something like that?" he
asked, his fingers still in her sleeve.

"Gosh, I don't know. I made this." she said.

"You made *that*?!" he asked.

"Sure, it didn't take too long.. I just set up.." she
began.

"Theresa!" Cindy interrupted.

Theresa looked embarrassed and nodded.

"Sorry.... Uh, really nice to meet you. Hope I'll see you
again sometime." Theresa said.

"But you don't even know my name." he said.

"Oh, don't I? Sergeant Waters?" she giggled.

"But how did you....." he began.

She laughed and lay her hand on his chest on his name
patch.

He blushed in embarrassment.

"Kevin." he added.

"So very nice to meet you, Kevin." Theresa giggled.

"So very nice to meet you too, Theresa." Kevin said.

"Can I have my arm back?" Theresa giggled.

Again he blushed. Theresa giggled and then leaned up and
kissed him on the cheek. Then she turned and left the
pad. Howdy was just climbing up.

"If you're quite ready Sergeant." he said.

Kevin snapped to reality and climbed into the pilots
seat. He quickly ran over his preflight cockpit check.
His eyes drifting between functions back to the stunning
blonde standing by the entry. He fired up the engine as
Howdy strapped in. It took a long time to spin up the
rotor. Kevin's eye's locked on Theresa's. When the rotor
reached speed, Kevin made a final check of the
instruments and then lightly lifted off. Theresa waving
good-bye. Both Kevin's hands were tied up, but he nodded
and smiled at her. Then he turned the ship and tilted the
nose away.

"Two hundred feet. No need risking power lines on the
return." Howdy said over the headset.

"Yes sir." Kevin said, distantly.

"Quite some girl." Howdy said.

"I've never met anyone like her in my life. She's
incredible." Kevin answered.

"How old are you, Sergeant?" Howdy asked.

"Twenty-six sir." Kevin answered.

"And your first name?"

"Kevin, sir."

"Well, Kevin. There are a few things about that young
lady that maybe you should know." Howdy said.

"What's that, sir."

"One, she's bisexual. Two she's been living with *that*
man for over a year. Still interested?" Howdy asked.

Kevin was quiet for a moment.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, try this.. She's stated that she wishes to make
love to him at least once a year, even after she marries,
until the day he dies. Could you live with that?" Howdy
asked.

Again Kevin was silent for a moment, this time a little
longer.

"I think so, sir. If I knew that going in and it didn't
interfere with our relationship. I wouldn't want there to
be others though." Kevin replied.

"What about female others? Could you deal with that?"
Howdy asked.

"I think so, sir. I've had gay friends. Women, I mean.
I've even been with some bisexual women. I guess it would
depend on context, sir. Again if it didn't interfere with
our relationship, then I think I could live with that.
Especially if I knew it going in." Kevin said.

"You surprise me, Kevin. There may be hope for the world
yet.

I'll see to it that she has your address." Howdy said.

Kevin looked at him in surprise.

"Thank you. I'd appreciate that very much, sir." he said.

"My pleasure, Kevin. When we're due west of Dougway you
can gain altitude and report in." Howdy said.

"Yes, sir." Kevin said.

"And Sergeant, I'd forget all about what you saw today.
It never happened. Log your flight under this operational
label, no details." Howdy said, handing him a slip of
paper.

Kevin glanced at it and looked up suddenly.

"Are you serious, sir?" Kevin asked.

"Very serious. It'll fly. I promise."

"As you say, sir. But I know there's one thing about
today that I'll never forget." Kevin said.

Howdy chuckled.

"I'll see that she gets your address. But you may never
reveal the circumstances under which you met." he said.

"Yes sir!" Kevin said, grinning.



"Gosh, Theresa. Do you think you could have been more
obvious?" Cindy chuckled.

"I didn't think I had much time." Theresa said.

"Oh, I think you got your point across." Cindy said.

"I think she likes him." Andrea chuckled.

"I'll say I do." Theresa said.

"But what about John?" Amy asked.

"What about him?" both Cindy and Theresa replied
together.

"I mean... isn't he your man?" Amy asked.

"Of course. But I want to get married and have children.
I can't do that with John. He knows that. He planned it
that way." Theresa said.

"But won't he get mad?" Amy pressed.

"No, Why would he?" Theresa said.

"I don't know... I guess I just don't understand." Amy
said.

"It's simple. John *wants* Theresa to get married." Cindy
said.

"But I thought he loved her." Andrea jumped in.

"He does.... That's why he wants her to get married to
someone else." Cindy said.

"Now I don't understand." Andrea said.

"Look, girls. John wants what's best for all of us. Most
of all he wants our happiness. John knows that Theresa
wants to have children. John doesn't want to have any
more children himself. That's why he had a vasectomy. So
he knows that Theresa will have to marry someone else to
have children. He want's her to be happy. So no, he won't
get mad. And he does love her. That's why he wouldn't get
mad." Cindy explained.

"I think I get it... What's a vasectomy?" Amy asked.

"On a man, the sperm travels from the testicles, where
it's produced, through two little tubes. Called *Vas
Deferens*, I think. Anyway, a Vasectomy is where they cut
those little tubes and tie off the ends so that sperm
can't reach the penis. Since it never comes out, it can
never fertilize an egg." Cindy explained.

"Oh, like castration. We've seen that before on horses."
Andrea said.

"Almost. In castration they cut the testicles off. That's
different. Because there's a hormone... that's a chemical
that tells your body to do something.... anyway the
testicles produce a hormone called testosterone. That's
what gives men their beards and makes their voices
deeper. If you cut the testicles off men, then they lose
their beards and their voices get high.

We have a similar hormone in our body, called estrogen,
produced by the ovaries, I think. I'm not certain it's
produced there.. anyway that hormone is the one that
gives us girls breasts. It also regulates how often we
menstruate." Cindy said.

"You mean that if a man had estrogen in his body, that
he'd grow breasts?" Amy asked.

"Yup!" Theresa giggled.

"So if they like them so much, how come they don't take
it?" Amy asked.

The girls had a good laugh over that one.



Almost simultaneously, both Sheila and Sally sashayed
into Russian embassy's on opposite sides of the country.
They walked up to the desk.

"May I help you?" they were asked.

"Yes. My name is Sally Thompson, and I want you to quit
following me. He's not very good at it and he's beginning
to get on my nerves. I'm a computer analyst for a fashion
house, which is hardly of interest to you. So knock it
off." Sally said.

(Sheila delivered an equivalent message to her
receptionist.)

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about." was
the universal reply.

"I'm sure that there's somebody here who will know. Good-
bye." they both said, turned and walked back out.

The receptionists in both places shook their heads,
thinking the women kooks. But each wrote down the name
and exact message. That night two agents on either side
of the country got reamed royally. The next day the girls
each had *teams* assigned to them.



Chapter 63

Andrea rode astride John's hips, picking up speed. Her
sister's thighs straddled his head. They were face to
face, caressing each other's bodies as they moved. John
lapped upwards happily.

John was quite recovered. He was able to stave off his
own orgasm as the girls squealed and shuddered during
their own. Then quick as a flash they reversed
themselves. This time John couldn't hold back any longer
as he planted his seed inside Amy's ultra-tight vagina.
The day before they had experienced the opposite as John
had anointed Andrea's cervix with his juices. Afterwards
the girls caressed each other and John.

"John?"

"Yes Amy?"

"You recognized me!" she beamed.

"Your voices are a little bit different. What did you
want to ask?" he asked.

"Oh.. I was just wondering. How come I like sex so much
with you, but I never enjoyed it with Nick?" she asked.

Andrea nodded agreement to the question. John's
fingertips softly played with their ass cheeks as they
lay one each side of him.

"Well, I guess the biggest reason, is because you want
to." he said.

"How would that make it different?" Andrea asked.

"Well, first off, I'm not sure you ever knew before that
you *could* enjoy it. But it makes a big difference if
you want to make love with someone." he said.

"But you're bigger... down there. But it doesn't hurt!
How can that be?" Amy persisted.

"Well, when you don't want to do something, you tense up.
A woman's body can accommodate... that means you will
stretch out... a much bigger one. But not if you're all
tense. Your muscles won't relax and let you stretch out.
When I enter you, I take my time and let your body get
used to me. When Nick had sex with you, first off you
didn't want to, so you were tense. And then he didn't
take his time either. Or so you've told me. Also, I warm
you up other ways first. When I tease you, your body
produces natural lubricants that make it slide easier
when I enter you." he explained.

"So that's what they mean by making a woman wet?" Andrea
asked.

"Yes dear." John said.

"Oh... will you make us wet again?" she giggled.

"Tell you what. Why don't I teach you something new. You
know how you girls can sort of feel what each other do?"

They nodded.

"Well, when a body gets excited, it want's to have an
orgasm, but you can make the orgasm bigger. It lasts
longer and feels better. The way you do that, is by
pumping it up. When you *feel* the other one get real
close to having one, you stop for a bit and let them
settle down just a bit, then you do it again. If you do
that at least four times, then the orgasm will be *much*
better. The last time when you don't stop, do what you're
doing even harder while they're having the orgasm. That
will help too.

You girls should be better at that than I am, cause you
can feel what the other is feeling. The closer you can
get them to an orgasm, without giving them one, the more
excited they will get. Try it, I'll watch and teach you."
he said.

Amy moved down between Andrea's thighs and made a beeline
for her most sensitive spot. Andrea started to buck
almost instantly.

"Nope... that spoils half the fun. Sneak up on it. Here,
like this." John said, moving between Andrea's thighs.

Amy watched closely at everything he did. She nodded,
aware of Andrea's reactions to it. John took her to the
first step, just shy of orgasm, then rolled aside to let
Amy try it. She managed to get her much closer on the
next step, let her drift back and then moved her there
again. She didn't stop at four. She moved on to six.
Andrea now whipping her head back and forth violently.
Her body quivering with pent up desire.



In San Francisco, Alice had to sit down. Her eye's
closed. Her body shivering a bit. She moaned softly.

"What's wrong?" Sheila asked.

Alice looked at her distantly and managed to say: "John's
teaching something new to Amy. I never felt it this
strong before." she croaked.

She moaned softly again and her lip quivered.

Luckily, they were in Sheila's apartment. Sheila leaned
Alice back against her and held her tenderly, feeling the
girls body tremble with desire. Her breathing became more
rapid and shallow. Her head twisting from side to side.



Amy held Andrea on the very edge with tiny flicks of her
tongue. Andrea's body was tensed up like a coil spring.

"Excellent. Now let her drift back just a bit and then
dig in and don't stop." John whispered in Amy's ear.



Alice writhed against Sheila's body. She hadn't touched
the girl except to gently hold her against her. Her body
began to tense up, only to relax just a bit before it
tensed again. Each time she became a bit tenser. Each
time her writhing and moaning became deeper. Her hands
moved about, squeezing her small breasts through her
clothes or pulling up hard between her legs like she was
trying to hold something in. She began to elevate her
hips as she got tenser. Each time Sheila thought she
would go over the edge, but she would just get to it and
then slide back a bit. Finally she held her hips up high,
her whole body like a giant coiled spring. Her breathing
stopped and she hung there suspended.



Amy followed John's directions. Herself digging her own
hips into the bed. She didn't tell John she could now
feel everything that she did to Andrea now, or that she
was aware of how Alice felt at that moment. Her own body
tensed up like a spring. She let Andrea (and herself and
Alice) drift back just a bit and then she dug in as John
had told her to.

Andrea almost launched herself off the bed, thrusting her
hips into Amy's tongue like a rocket taking off. At the
same moment Amy dug her hips into the bed. Both women
emptied their lungs in a scream that would curdle water.



Alice suddenly launched herself out of Sheila's arms as
the massive contractions shook her body, she screamed
every cubic centimeter of air from her lungs, like a
woman in childbirth. Her hips thrusting violently again
and again into the air. Her body wracked by convulsions.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and she gasped and
screamed again. Then she fell back unconscious.



John was unprepared for the onslaught that he'd
instigated. Both girls thrusting and jerking violently.
Their body's convulsed again and again. Suddenly they lay
still. Random quivers running over them. Goose bumps rose
in waves and rippled up their bodies. They shivered and
then were still again.

John became intensely worried. Amy hadn't touched
herself, yet she seemed to share every jerking convulsion
with Andrea. John wondered how Alice felt.

First things first, he checked Amy's pulse. It was rapid
and weak. She wasn't breathing yet. Neither was Andrea.
He quickly rolled Amy over and breathed into her mouth,
holding her nose. Suddenly Amy was sucking the breath out
of him as Andrea rose up in a gasping breath.

Sheila had tears in her eyes. Not knowing what to do. She
lifted Alice's body into her arms. The girl wasn't
breathing. Just when Sheila was about to start mouth to
mouth she suddenly took a great gasping breath, her body
screaming in reverse as she filled her lungs and her hips
rose up again for a moment and dropped.

Whatever had happened, she was now breathing again,
although ragged. She was still unconscious, but her body
was relaxing and her pulse was slowing. Slowly she
returned to regular breathing and appeared to sleep
normally.



The two girls began to breathe more evenly, now appearing
to sleep. John cradled one in each arm. Hugging them and
kissing their cheeks and foreheads. Tears streamed down
his cheeks. He'd been afraid for their lives.



Sheila held Alice tenderly in her arms. Softly caressing
the young girl. Her breathing now regular and even. Tears
streamed down Sheila's cheeks. Something inside her said:
"It's alright. We're okay."



At the same moment the same words entered John's mind. He
was startled beyond words.

Sheila reached for the phone, barely reaching it. She
dialed the silo. Cindy answered.

"Hello"

"Whatever John's doing with the triplets, tell him not to
do it again. Now please." Sheila said.

"Right away." Cindy said, putting the phone down and
running to the elevator.

She burst into the bedroom and found John holding the two
girls in his arms. Tears running down his cheeks. The
girls seemed okay, but asleep.

"Sheila's on the phone. She says whatever you did with
the girls, don't do it again." she said.

John nodded.

"Never... I think they all felt it. All three of them."
he said, rocking the girls softly in his arms.

"She sounded scared to death." Cindy said.

"I'll talk to her. They're okay now. Will you hold them
while I talk to Sheila?" he asked.

"Of course.. be glad to." Cindy said, moving onto the bed
and taking one onto each arm.

John slipped out. Softly kissing each girl on the
forehead. Then Cindy in thanks. He shakily made his way,
nude, up to the Com room.

"Sheila?" he asked.

"God John, what did you do? I thought Alice was going to
die!" she gasped.

"They all felt it. At the same time. It wasn't me...
well, I mean I wasn't doing it. I was directing Amy who
was doing it to Andrea. I was teaching her how to pump up
an orgasm. I didn't count on what happened. You say Alice
orgasmed too?" he asked.

"Like I never saw anybody orgasm before. She quit
breathing." she gasped.

"So did the other two. I grabbed the closest one and
started mouth to mouth on her. Suddenly they both
gasped."

"Same here with Alice." Sheila said.

"Alice is breathing normally, but seems to be asleep?"
John asked.

"Yes."

"Same here. Ah... Sheila. Did you hear it?" he asked.

She knew what he meant. "Yes."

"I never felt so much love in my whole life." John said.

"I know. Me too. Like *they* were worried about us."
Sheila said.

"Yeah, well. I'm glad they're all alright. I'd better get
back. I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you." John said.

"I love you too. Talk to you tomorrow." She said.



The girls weren't exactly asleep. They wandered about in
each others thoughts. Wrapping their essences around each
other and hugging with their thoughts. For a while, they
were essentially one mind. Merged and melted together.
All they felt was boundless love. While in this state
they could feel both John's and Sheila's concern.
*Completely* feel it.

It was like they reached out to touch them both, feeling
John's deep ethics and Sheila's hungry desire for his
understanding. They could also feel the feeling of love
they shared for one another, and for them. They sought to
soothe their fears. Saying: "It's alright, We're okay."

Both minds suddenly became aware of them and the girls
retracted together, giggling into their Gestalt, a word
they leaned in John's mind.

They began playing and testing the bounds of themselves.
They found a slight imperfection in their wholeness. One
of them was just a shade out of sync. It was a minor
imperfection. They knew they could cure it, but something
greater gently stopped them. "Not yet", it said. They
sought to question the greatness they had felt, but they
could not find it. They knew it surrounded them, but the
knowledge it held was not to be theirs yet.

They moved on. Exploring like a child walking a meadow
and looking at all it contained. They posed questions for
themselves and could feel the answers.

They questioned their mothers death at the time of their
birth. They could feel her still, but could not reach
her. They felt her love for them and they felt a joy that
was indescribable. Then it was as if she said: "Now go
play."

They moved on. They knew their father. Could feel him and
knew where he was. A far distant city. There was a
blackness about him they chose not to enter, yet they
knew a part of him was in them.

Again they moved on. Their childhood. Knowing each others
pains and fears. Now they viewed it objectively. Not so
bad... until

NICK! Their mind snapped out at him in anger and some
miles distant from the silo he sat up screaming in bed.
Like a bolt of lightning had scorched his black soul.
Then they felt his smallness, and they softened a bit.
Compared to the greatness they felt in John, he was
insignificant. They felt his contempt for women. They
left him with a warning; Should he hurt another, they
would know and they would hurt him, bad! They left him
sobbing.

Moving on they found Candice. They could feel her warmth
and compassion for them. They could feel her concern they
would heal, and her fear that she was losing them as they
grew. They wrapped her in love and hugged her, letting
her know how much they cared. In the next bedroom from
Sheila and Alice, she napped. She felt a warm glow of
love like she had never known. They left her sleeping in
utter peace.

They remembered the trip in the blizzard. Experiencing
Alice's coldness. Feeling her body retreat into itself.
She had been close to death. A simple desire to sleep to
escape the cold and numbness had prevailed. Even then
sharing a common but separate mind, her lethargy was
contagious. They all wanted to go to sleep. Candice had
broken a ski. She felt distraught. She provided for them
as best she could, tipping the toboggan against the wind
and trying to direct what little heat she could from the
crippled snow mobile. Their consciousness fading. Then a
distant sound and a dim light.

John. Competent and caring. Like the father they never
knew. He moved about in a strict priority. Doing what had
to be done, because it was the right thing to do. He
summoned others and then saw to them as best he could by
himself. Holding them to his chest, their cold sucking
the heat from his body. Fearing for their lives. Stuffing
the packs that would warm them against their skin. His
first touch like that of a protecting angel. They knew
they would be alright. Even then they felt his great
compassion. Then the distant sounds and two more lights.
More warmth, more love and compassion.

Cindy and Theresa. Barely older than they, yet competent
and confident in their understanding and actions. Like
acolytes of Thor they followed John's direction with
complete devotion and faith in his knowledge and
compassion. Knowing that what he told them to do, was the
right thing to help the girls the most. Then one by one
they were ferried to the warmth of shelter.

Sheila's warmth and desire to do right. She flitted about
doing everything her mind could think of. Doing what
needed to be done, because it needed to be done. She was
competent and caring. Even then they felt her burning
need for John's understanding. Mostly she wanted to help
them, but a part of her wanted John to see that she was a
competent and caring woman.

In the arms of John, Alice. The others carried in any
manner, just to get them to warmth. The girls fumbling
with their shapeless thin, ugly sack dresses. John
bypassing all that. Walking straight into the water to
get them warm as fast as possible. Then the agony and
ecstasy of the warm water surrounding them one at a time.
Alice first, needing it the most. Her body snapping back
from the very brink.

John flitting about, checking them. His eyes upon their
bodies for the first time. Feeling the first spark of
desire start in him. Suppressed by his deep concern for
their well being. Finally his pain eased as he read their
improvement. Then, as much as he needed the heat himself,
he withdrew in respect for their feelings.

Finally Sheila, after doing everything she could think of
to do, headed down to see if she could do more. They felt
her anguished release into John's arms. Her social shock
that another could be treated so badly to have wanted to
escape into the freezing hell of the blizzard. Then she
was among them, like a caring mother.

Cindy and Candice holding them in their arms. The two of
them waiting for their third sister. Alice finally
returning to consciousness in Sheila's loving arms. Then
they were whole once more. Through the concerted effort
of these loving people.



The girls considered the vastness of what they now knew;
they owed their mortal lives to these caring people. They
considered how they could ever begin to thank them
enough.

They felt John re-enter the bedroom, having been aware of
him from the start of their Gestalt. They felt him move
to the bed and slide in beside Cindy, taking Andrea into
his arms and cradling her. He still didn't understand.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't know. Oh god, be alright!" he
said to her.

They felt a great wave of affection for him. He did not
understand and they wanted him to. They began to
carefully probe him, trying not to make him aware of
their probe.

His sense of ethics was as profound as his compassion
towards them. They searched for anything they could do
for him. They felt his one greatest fear; that age would
prohibit him from adequately satisfying those he loved.
They pondered upon this as they explored his body. His
heart was strong. All his internal organs were
functioning properly. There was minor lung damage from
his earlier years as a smoker, but this was fading.
Carefully they explored his psyche.

John felt an odd itch... inside his head. He did his best
to ignore it, thinking only of the girls well being.
Cindy placed her hand in his, reassuringly. He squoze it
gently.

The girls circled about, pondering the functioning of
different sections. This one controlled his hunger drive.
That one, his body clock. That one... was the one the
girls were searching for. They gently nudged it and felt
John's discomfort as he suddenly began to get an
erection. It grew rapidly as he felt a strong sexual
desire growing within him.

They made him aware of themselves; "We are fine. Rest
your fears. We have never been so happy before.

We wish to give you a gift. Observe... feel what we do.
This spot here; touch it like this. It will trigger your
sexuality. You may always please those you love. Your
body has it's own limits which it will not violate. But
this will overcome the limits of your mind. We love you."

Then they were gone.

John was startled beyond words. Tears formed in his eyes
and ran down his cheeks. They were tears of joy over the
gentle touch of boundless love. They had addressed his
deepest fear. He was whole.

"I'm sure they'll be alright." Cindy offered,
misinterpreting his tears.

John could only nod and smile at her.

Cindy was as worried about John as the girls.

The girls next moved to her. Exploring her as they had
John. They felt her pain from her early abuse, much like
their own, only inflicted by those she actually loved the
most, making it a deeper pain. The girls felt a wave of
compassion for this loving, caring person. They could
feel her love for John and the others around him.

As much as she stated her faith in John's rightness, she
retained her own natural fears of insecurity. Perhaps the
one was a cure for the other, the girls speculated. They
surrounded her pain and obscured it in a mist of love.

Making themselves known to her they informed her: "We are
fine. We feel your love. We know of your pain and fears.
Let your heart feel free. Those you now love, will not
hurt you as others before. Their hearts are pure. As our
gift to you we give you this."

From their foray into John they knew of his deep abiding
love for Cindy. Now they let her feel that knowledge.

"We love you." they informed her as they retreated.

Cindy was dumb struck. Tears flowed from her eyes like a
faucet. She turned to John and leaned against her man.
Knowing how he felt about her. She was freed from her
burden of pain and made whole.

Now confident in their forays the girls next visited
Sheila. She held Alice in her loving arms, gently rocking
her. They could feel her warmth and compassion for them,
and her abiding love for John and those around him. They
could also feel her burning need for his understanding
and the warmth of his love. She needed him and those he
loved. Her insecurities blinding her to the love she knew
was there.

Once again they made themselves known:. "Fear not. We are
only sharing a togetherness we have never known before.
You are a part of that togetherness as we feel your love
for us. We feel that same love for you. As our gift to
you we give you this."

They made her aware of the feelings for her they felt in
themselves and the others. They would add to this as they
continued their forays.

Sheila hugged Alice to her and wept with Joy.

They sought out Theresa, finding her alone in the pool.
Unaware of the drama that had unfolded in the bedroom and
at Sheila's. They almost recoiled at the depth of her
pain. They felt that the only reason she still survived,
was the love she felt for those around her. And one
other.....

They sought him out. Now back at his base. Guided by
their instincts of what he felt like when he was around
them earlier. He sat alone in his room. Theresa on his
mind. Fear of not having her love encompassed him. His
burning need for her uppermost in his heart and mind. His
fears that perhaps he wouldn't be understanding enough if
given the opportunity to know her.

The triplets giggled to themselves as they let him know
the feelings that Theresa felt for him. They didn't
reveal themselves. Only a feeling that he couldn't deny.
Then they returned to Theresa.

They guided her urge to leave the pool and then waited.
She swam to the ladder and climbed out. Toweling herself
and then sitting on a chaise as she toweled her hair.

Once again they made themselves known: "We are your
sisters in pain. It makes us strong. But now, put it
aside, as you are loved by all around you. We have just
now learned to do this. We wish to share a gift with you.
Let your pain fade in the knowledge we are about to
give."

They let her know the feelings the others felt for
her...and the burning desire they had felt in the new
love she herself desired. They let her know his heart and
mind concerning his fears over his understanding. A warm
heart awaited her when she was ready.

Theresa slumped back against the chaise, both by the
burden lifted from her and the deep feeling of love that
assaulted her. A warm, honest love. She would know more
love in the future. Tears flowed freely from her eyes as
she sobbed with joy.

Lastly their co-wife, Candice. This time they shared the
common ground of their abuse at Nick's hands. They
soothed the pain and shrouded it with the knowledge they
had gained concerning the others feelings for her. They
reinforced their earlier touch upon her concerning their
own love for her. They did not awaken her. She would be
aware of all when she awoke.



Once again the girls retreated into their Gestalt. They
spent this time sharing the knowledge of each of them as
individuals. The feelings they felt for each other and
the others they had touched. A thought nagged at them a
bit. They sought out one other.

Sally lay sleeping in the arms of her lover. The girls
touched the mind of her lover gently. She would sleep
through whatever reaction Sally experienced.

 They forayed into Sally herself. They found a caring,
vibrant person. A woman in love with life and now two
very special people. They found the pride she felt in
being made a woman by John. They partially shared that
pride themselves. They eavesdropped on how it had felt to
be made a woman by John. Impressed that the marathon he
had spoken of had actually happened. Each episode of
lovemaking was vividly etched in Sally's mind. They
sampled each one, giggling to themselves. They felt the
burning desire Sally felt to see John again and feel him
in her arms. They felt her shame at having not known the
depth of feeling she could now feel, when she was with
John. Her new lover had patiently taught her well. She
felt satisfaction in her work and life, except for the
feel of John's love.

The girls got an idea.

Andrea sighed in John's arms. Her eyes opened and were
filled with joy.

"Oh, god. I was so worried." John said, hugging her
tenderly.

Amy gazed up into Cindy's eyes. Her own filled with the
same joy.

Cindy was still speechless.

Andrea said: "If you will touch that spot and enter me...
the others will feel it too."

John was speechless himself now.

"What others?" he finally asked.

"All those you love." Andrea replied, simply.

"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.

"More alright than we have ever been. You're love has
made us whole. Your love has made all those you love,
whole. Us girls wish to share your love with all you
love, including us. If you will make love to me, all will
know it and share it. You will know what each feels. We
don't know if we can do this again... but please, do
this." Andrea said softly.

John trembled.

The girls gently nudged the sleeping ones awake. Then
they formed a Gestalt with all but Kevin. Centered upon
John and Andrea.

John became aware of the love each woman felt for him. He
could feel each of them in his arms at that moment.

He bent and softly kissed Andrea.

Eight pair of lips felt his. He knew the feelings of
eight different women combined in one. His passion grew.
Andrea's too. His fingertips played softly over her body,
finding her nipples and softly caressing them. He felt
what eight women felt.

He lay Andrea back and moved over her. Kissing her,
caressing her. Making her know physically the burning
desire he felt for her. Her arms around him, the
representatives of eight stunning women. Her fingers
explored his body. Her mouth warm and full against his as
he sought out her tongue with his and they swirled
together.

He didn't miss a spot. The breaths of eight women
becoming fast and shallow as their mutual passion grew.
His fingers explored her between her legs, slipping
inside her and feeling her slick wetness. She was more
than ready, she was the combined hunger of eight women
for his love.

They rolled him onto his back and climbed upon his hips.
The tip of his manhood poised upon the threshold of eight
women. Then Andrea nodded to John. He understood. He
reached out with his mind and touched the spot the girls
had taught him.

His manhood responded almost instantly. Already firm he
now pierced his target without moving as his manhood
swelled up, pushing up into them. Eight voices groaned.
John knew the feeling himself, of what he felt like
growing into eight vagina's. His manhood continued to
swell and lengthen until it seated against Andrea's
cervix. Then continued to swell as it stretched her to
it's fullest dimensions ever.

Andrea lay forward atop him, finding his lips as his
hands found her breasts. She began to move. At first
grinding her hips down harder into his. Then moving a
minuscule amount upwards and then driving down hard.
Eight women groaned in their passion. Again Andrea moved,
lifting herself almost a full inch before she again drove
down hard. Again eight women groaned.

John knew the feeling of having a man inside him. A very
odd sensation, especially because he was aware of it from
eight different perspectives simultaneously. Those eight
were also aware of how they felt upon him. His manhood
strong and proud inside them. John's groan was theirs.

Andrea began to pick up speed, shifting her hips slightly
to force the top of his penis against her clitoris. Each
thrust became a hungry one. Driven by the combined
passion of nine people.

Now her strokes became fuller as she picked up more
speed. They all seemed to merge together, making love to
themselves, as a whole. Each girl aware of how each other
felt as well as herself and John. He responded as he
moved in unison with Andrea's tender hips upon him.
Feeling the silkiness of her love canal. Their fingertips
explored each other. Their tongues all swirled together.
They reinforced each other as they gained speed and
passion.

The edge was growing near. They could all feel it. They
all knew the joyous anticipation of it. As it approached
they slowed and approached it cautiously. They slowed
until they were barely moving. Each touch sending ripples
of goose bumps over their bodies. They let themselves
slide back a bit. Then approached it again. Their breath
hurting in their lungs as they wheezed out their moans.
Gulping at the next breath. Their heads whipping side to
side.

One last time they slipped backwards, more this time. And
then they were off on a mad frenzied dash to the finish.
All nine driving their hearts out in quest of the crest
of the wave. It broke upon them like a Tsunami. Nine
lungs emptied themselves of air as their bodies convulsed
in one massive contraction. It held them all in it's grip
for an endless eternity, then John's fluids burst forth
into Andrea like mount Vesuvius erupting. Eight women
knew the ultimate moment of love. And then Nine people
collapsed back, totally spent.

Their mutual joy swam together embracing each other. Each
aware of each others pleasure. Slowly soft fingertips
caressed them and their bodies quivered from the
onslaught that each had experienced. A feeling of love
encompassed the whole of their being. And then they
slipped mutually into the most peaceful sleep of their
lives.

For a time, their dreams were shared. Dreams of total
love for one another. Dreams of total understanding of
each others feelings. Then, the Gestalt faded. Not
suddenly, but like a mist evaporating in the warmth of
the love that would always remain.


Chapter 64

Sally was the first one to stir. She opened her eyes into
a feeling of joy like she had never known. Her lover
slept quietly next to her. She snuggled to her and hugged
her.

Jean awoke to the feeling of the most loving touch she
had ever known. She didn't know why, but Sally seemed
different. The girl was brimming over with joy. Jean
responded the best she could.

Afterwards she asked: "What brought that on?"

"I couldn't even begin to tell you. Last night I
experienced the most incredible experience of my life. If
it was a dream, I don't want to know it.... but it wasn't
a dream.. I know that." Sally said, cryptically.

"Are you all there?" Jean asked.

"Not anymore. I'm in eight hearts.. nine, counting
yours." she replied.

"Darling, I think you've flipped. But if this morning was
a result of that, then flip away to your hearts
content.." Jean said, kissing her softly.

"At least you've got that right. My heart is content.
More content than I've ever been....... Shower with me?"
Sally asked.

"Love to." Jean said.



The triplets awoke. Andrea still lay atop John. It was
wonderful waking atop him. She reached out with her mind.
Amy was awake, Alice still slumbered lightly. She let her
sleep. Amy and her shared a look from across the bed.
They each slipped silently out and made their way up to
the guest bedroom to shower.

No words were needed as they soaped each other and
squirmed together.

Theresa stirred alone, by the pool. She didn't feel
alone, that was just the condition she found herself in.
She rolled to her feet and made her way to the bedroom.
Finding Cindy and John snuggled together. She slid in
beside them and snuggled to John's other side.

John stirred. He couldn't describe how he felt. He
wondered if it all had been a dream.. but no, he knew it
hadn't been. His two original lovelies were snuggled to
him. Theresa was awake, snuggled to his side, quiet,
contemplative.

He leaned and softly kissed her on the forehead.

"Good morning." she said, "I hope it wasn't a dream."

"No, it wasn't." he said.

Cindy stirred at his side and hugged him.

"You know, you're spoiling us for other men." she said.

"Spoiling? How about permanently spoiled!" Theresa
chuckled.

"I had very little to do with last night." John said.

"Oh... I think you had a whole lot to do with last night.
But I understand what you're saying." Cindy said.

"Did we all feel the same thing?" Theresa asked.

"Pretty much, I reckon." John said.

"So you know about Kevin?" she asked.

"No... apparently we didn't all experience the same
thing." Cindy chuckled.

"Who's Kevin?" John asked.

"Theresa's new man... to be." Cindy chuckled.

"Have I met Kevin?" John asked.

"Yup... What's his name's pilot." Theresa said.

"Oh... So you like him, huh?" he asked.

"I don't think that *like* is exactly the term I would
have used." Cindy said.

"I love him." Theresa stated.

"So I guess I should try to find out his address for
you?" John said.

"Not yet. That's my future... You are my present."
Theresa said, pulling him into a soft kiss.



Alice stirred next to Sheila. Remembering the previous
evening, a warm feeling of love engulfed her. She smiled
and snuggled to the larger woman. She knew her sisters
were already awake, like a distant thought.

Candice woke alone... yet not feeling alone. She felt
loved. She knew she was loved. She stretched like a cat
and then rolled off the bed. Her body tingling a bit. She
sought out the bathroom.

She found Alice snuggled to Sheila on the large sofa.
Alice smiled at her and Candice bent to share a gentle
kiss.

Amy and Andrea stalled a moment over their batch of
biscuits, each smiling.

Sheila would sleep for another hour or even two. Alice
reluctantly slipped away from her.

Once in the kitchen, Candice took her into her arms.

"I wanted you to know... all of you. That I don't doubt
you anymore. And I wish to thank you all for what you
gave me." Candice said.

"You're quite welcome... Now give me a big kiss, and then
lets make breakfast." Alice said.

Candice complied.



Sheila woke alone... yet not. It was as if she had gained
a heart full of love. It was brimming over. She stretched
with a big grin on her face. Wishing there were someone
next to her to hug. She rolled off the bed and went in
search of someone.. by way of the bathroom.

She found the girls sitting at the table. By chance she
reached Candice first. She gave her a big hug and kiss.
Then moved on to Alice, whom she pulled into her lap
while she kissed her. Alice returned the kiss and added
her own measure.

"Well, let me get some breakfast. Then we'll talk about
our show for Mae, today." Sheila said, hoarsely.

She insisted that Alice sit on her lap while she ate. The
young girl snuggled to her, happily.

Sheila talked about the fashions.

"Mae's just going to love you two." she bubbled.

"Gosh, you think so?" Candice asked.

"I know so." Sheila said.

"I don't know if I could love make love to another...
yet." Alice said.

"That's not what I meant. Nobodies asking you to make
love if you don't want to. What I meant, is that she's
going to feel a great affection towards you, both of you.
And that's never a bad thing.

I hope that one thing we've all learned from John, is
that there's always room for another in your heart."
Sheila said.

Alice nodded against her breast, smiling.

Chapter 65

They packed up all the outfits, leaving out those that
they had picked to wear. These were amazingly
conservative, considering the events of the previous
evening.

Alice and Candice bubbled with excitement.

They took a cab to Mae's business.

Mae met them in the lobby. She held back, not knowing the
relationship Sheila shared with the two lovely girls with
her. Sheila moved into her arms and kissed her deeply.

"So you've decided to be totally *out*?" Mae giggled.

"I've decided to be myself." Sheila said, holding her as
she gazed into Mae's deep dark eyes.

Mae shivered a bit by the power she saw there. Sheila was
different somehow. Self assured and yet deeply caring.
Mae's insides quivered with desire for her.

The girls studied her. She was lovely. Mid to late
thirties, with soft oriental features. Her hair was long
and black, reaching almost to her shapely waist.

She had medium sized breasts and slightly dark skin to
match her features. She was almost the exact same size as
Candice.

Mae turned to examine the two girls.

"And who are these two lovely ladies?" she asked, pulling
away from Sheila.

"Mae, may I present Candice.. and Alice. They are here to
model some outfits for you." Sheila said.

"For me? You said you had something important to show me
and talk to me about." Mae said.

"You have no idea just how important it is." Sheila
giggled.

"Well, lets go someplace more comfortable. Then you can
tell me all about it... and where you got those dynamite
stockings!" Mae said.

Sheila just chuckled. The girls too.

Mae led them up to her office. She had a magnificent view
of the bay and the golden gate.

She guided them into seats, offering refreshments.

"I think a little champagne for each of us." Sheila said.

"Celebrating?" Mae asked.

"Yup. You see, we're here to make you rich." Sheila
giggled.

Mae looked at her a moment. Coming from someone else she
might have dismissed the remark. But not from Sheila. She
buzzed her secretary.

"A bottle of the finest Champagne we've got around and
four glasses." she ordered.

She sat back looking at Sheila, wondering what she was up
to.

They all had on well tailored, but conservative jackets
over their outfits. Buttoned up the front. The girls sat
back, feeling a bit self conscious. Sheila sat back self
assured.

The secretary brought the Champagne and glasses on a
tray. She popped the cork and poured, served them and
then withdrew.

Mae held her glass waiting.

"So what's this all about?" she asked.

Sheila grinned. She motioned to the girls and stood up
herself. They all began to unbutton their jackets and
remove them.

Mae sat back in shock.

Sheila was clad from neck to foot in a custom outfit. It
hugged her every freckle. A skirt that matched the body
suit exactly, hung from her shapely hips. The pattern
continued down her custom stockings, which were all Mae
had seen under the jackets. That and the hem of their
skirts. Mae got shakily to her feet and moved up close to
examine the outfit.

She was shaking a bit when she turned to the girls. Alice
wore an outfit like the girls had worn when they first
greeted Sheila. It hugged and defined her small breasts
like paint. Candice wore a copy of John's present to
Theresa, with the moon on the cheek. She wore a white
skirt which she removed at Sheila's nod. Then rotated.
Embarrassed at the look she received. Alice opened her
skirt to show her the colors matched completely, blushing
herself from the way the body suit accurately followed
her every curve. .

"Okay, I'll bite. I know every major fashion designer in
the world. None of them could touch these. Where the hell
did you get these outfits?" Mae asked.

"They were all made in one day... along with all the
others we brought along. If the girls can use your
fitting room, they will show you the rest." Sheila said.

Mae nodded, dumbfounded. She took a long pull on her
champagne.

The parade of outfits followed. Including Sheila's entire
business collection.

With each new outfit, the bewildered look on Mae's face
got worse. She called in her best designers who
embarrassed the hell out of the girls. Poking their
fingers at where seams should be, but weren't. Feeling
the fabrics and examining the designs closely, even if
they were over private areas.

They all shook their heads bewildered as well.

Mae shooed them out.

"Okay... are you going to tell me.. or not?" she asked.

"They were all spun on *one* machine... I lied a bit. My
business suits took a couple of days. But every outfit
the girls have worn were made in eight hours." Sheila
giggled.

"Not possible." Mae said.

"Wasn't possible. Is now. You're looking at the
introductory line of fashions from Second Skin
Incorporated." Sheila said.

"And where might I contact this Second Skin?" Mae asked.

"Right here. You're looking at their new CEO." Sheila
giggled.

"You?" Mae asked.

"Me."

"I heard from Judy that you were off with some Mr.
Wonderful like the world has never known... now you come
in with this." Mae said.

"All true. Mr. Wonderful invented the machine that made
these. His name is John Stevens. I love him. We all do."
Sheila said.

"All? All three of you?" Mae asked, looking to the girls.

"All seven...or eight of us." Sheila said.

"Huh? You don't know?" Mae asked.

"There are seven of us women who now live with him. Alice
is one of a matched set of three. In addition to me and
the triplets -Alice, Andrea and Amy-, there is Cindy and
Theresa and Candice here. That makes seven. There's a
girl in New York, Sally, who just might make eight... If
I guess right." Sheila chuckled.

"And you all *love* this man?" Mae asked.

"Like air!" Sheila said. The girls nodded.

"Must be some fellow." Mae said.

They all rolled their eye's and nodded.

"So what does this have to do with me?" Mae asked.

"Well, darling. Seeing as how this will put you out of
business... How would you feel about being our first
distributor?" Sheila asked.

"I'd love to be. But I don't think we could begin to
stock enough different sizes. Those things look custom
made for each body."

"They are. Each outfit. A machine scans the body of the
person the outfit is to be made for, another makes an
exact duplicate of that person, down to the freckle if so
desired, and then spins the outfits over the duplicate,
adding pigmentation as it goes." Sheila explained.

"No inventory?"

"None!"

"But that's fantastic! When can I get scanned?" Mae
asked.

"Soon. John's working on a production model as we speak.
A good thing too. The prototype made the *scanee* just a
wee bit too horny!" Sheila giggled.

"Horny? How so?" Mae asked.

"With little persistent fingers probing every place the
outfits fit, taking measurements." Sheila said.

Mae looked long and hard at Sheila's outfit, then the
girls. She nodded, grinning.

Her eye's kept drifting back to Candice, who blushed a
lot, but did her own looking at her. Sheila noticed,
chucking to herself.

"Okay, you've sold me. How much is it going to cost me?"
Mae said, finally.

"Well, not so much money, as connections. I was thinking
that we could supply you with a modified version of the
machine within a few months... if we can swing it. Then
you offer the service to your best customers first. Then
you put together a show for Fashion week in New York,
using all originals." Sheila said.

"Oh, god. Are those folks in for a shock!" Mae chuckled.

"No shit. And when that's over we'll have people
clambering at our doorstep. I'd like you to represent us
to them."

"Me? Why me?" Mae asked.

"Several reasons. First off, you being our first outlet
solves a bunch of logistics problems. You're well
established in a high dollar, high fashion market. It
gets us on the market, as fast as we can get it together.
Second, you've got the connections, we don't. Third...
Cause I love you." Sheila said.

Mae looked at her, blushing a bit. Her eyes drifting back
to Candice.

"So I guess I'd better start lining up models." Mae said.

"That's what I've hired Candice and the triplets for.
That way we can start spinning outfits for them right
now, without waiting for the re-design." Sheila said.

"Triplets, huh? That should blow the socks off the
fashion world. We could probably keep them busy full
time, just working for other designers." Mae said.

"I think *we* can keep them busy enough... besides, I'd
like to keep them close till they know what to watch out
for." Sheila said.

"Probably not the only reason you want to keep them
close." Mae giggled.

"Guilty. But I was thinking we could do some special
projects just around them, like outfits with a design
split across the three of them."

"That sounds fun." Mae said, nodding.

"The thing is, we can put *any* design on *any* outfit.
If you can find a picture of it, or take one yourself,
then we can copy it onto an outfit. I've been saving a
special one just to show you that." Sheila said.

She slipped into the fitting room and slipped on her body
suit with Theresa's skin on it.

She stepped out and at first Mae thought she was nude.

"Oh my god!" Mae gasped.

Sheila couldn't help but blush, but she showed her the
*whole* design. Even sitting down and opening her legs.
Mae was in total shock.

Sheila slipped into the fitting room again, and donned
the outfit with Cindy's skin on it. Mae's reaction was
much the same.

"Makes you look like an un-natural blonde." Mae giggled.

"You get my point, I take it." Sheila asked.

"Yes, please put something else on. You're making me
wet." Mae said.

"My same reaction to the owner of this skin." Sheila
chuckled, withdrawing to change.

She returned in her original outfit.

"I think we're going to be very rich!" Mae said.

"Aww, you've guessed my plan." Sheila mocked.

"So we've got a brunette and three blondes. All we need
is a killer redhead for the team." Mae said.

"I think I might even be able to come up with one of
those." Sheila chuckled.

"Hidden resources? Have you been holding out on me?" Mae
asked.

"Haven't met her myself.. but from what I've heard, I
want to." Sheila replied.

"How do you know she'd be interested and where is she?"
Mae asked.

"I think she'd be interested in anything connected with
John. She's in New York City." Sheila said.

"Well, sounds like you've got all bases covered. I'm not
sure what you need with me, but count me in." Mae said.

"I don't have all bases covered. My experience is making
small companies large. Yours is fashion. We need you for
ideas. We need you for your market experience. We need
you for your customer relation skills and your contacts.
Together we can make this thing a giant." Sheila said.

"You've already sold me, babe. You've already sold me.
Now, may I treat you three lovely women to lunch in the
finest restaurant I know?" Mae asked.

"That you may." Sheila answered, noticing the eager look
on the girls faces.

"Why don't you girls put on the outfits you wore in. I
think those will be suitable." Sheila added.

When the girls left Mae moved to Sheila.

"Where the hell did you find them darlings?" Mae asked,
kissing her friend deeply.

Sheila shivered a bit in the middle of the kiss.

"I rescued them from the middle of a blizzard in the
middle of nowhere." Sheila gasped, "... Damn, you've
still got it!"

"Okay, don't tell me." Mae said, cupping her ass cheeks.

"It's the truth. Alice came close to freezing to death.
Check her finger tips. They're still rosy from her
frostbite." Sheila said, cupping Mae's cheeks and pulling
her hips into hers.

"If you say so... God I've missed you!" Mae said.

"I've missed you too." Sheila said.

"Not too much. You're absolutely glowing today. What's
your secret?" Mae said.

"That, you wouldn't begin to believe... Let's just say;
I'm in love. I've found the man of my dreams and got the
bonus of six gorgeous women and the career of my dreams
to boot." Sheila said, feeling a breast.

"Ye gods! Any room for one more?" Mae asked, half joking.

"Oh, I fear the house is full, but knowing what the man
and the women are like, I think I can promise you some
*very* enjoyable visits." Sheila chuckled.

"Sounds delightful. Now tell me about Candice." Mae said.

"Country girl though and through. And in need of a Savvy
big city woman to take her under her wing and show her
the ways of the world." Sheila said, kissing her again.

"Hmm, I wonder where we could find such a woman?" Mae
chuckled, pulling Sheila back into another kiss.

The girls returned in their original outfits. Sheila and
Mae paid them no mind for a moment. Alice blushed a bit.
Candice flushed a bit.

"How about that lunch?" Mae said, turning her eyes to
Candice, who flushed even more.

Sheila suggested that Mae try on one of Candice's
outfits. She picked a stunning one. It didn't fit her
quite as well as it had Candice, but it was better than
anything she could have pulled off the rack.

The girls made quite a splash when they walked into the
restaurant. An audible gasp was heard and the place fell
quiet. Not normal at all for the high buck business lunch
crowd. Mae and Sheila strutted to their table. The girls
followed blushing behind them. Heads followed them like
radar.

Once seated the silence was broken by whispers at first.
Then people went slowly back to their meals and deals.

"This is fun." Sheila giggled.

"You expected less out of these outfits?" Mae asked,
chuckling.

"I wasn't certain, now I am." Sheila said.

"You should be. I picked this place on purpose. Sort of a
test case. One damn tough audience.. normally. I could
guarantee you a dozen sales by tomorrow if we were set up
already." Mae giggled.

"Really? I was thinking in the thousand dollar range...
but five for the initial scan." Sheila said.

"That cheap?" Mae asked.

"Cheap? Six thousand for the first outfit?" Sheila asked.

"Peanuts for this crowd. And all the more reason to buy a
dozen each." Mae said.

"Well, that's why I picked you." Sheila said.

Candice and Alice were looking at the menu's. They didn't
have a clue what any of it said, except the prices. These
scared them real bad.

Sheila caught their distress.

"Why don't you choose for us?" she suggested to Mae.

"Okay, glad to. If you'll pick the wine?" she replied.

"My pleasure.... Any problem here with Alice? She's just
sixteen." Sheila asked.

"Not likely, but we shouldn't get her drunk. As long as
we're discrete about it." Mae replied, studying the menu.

"I'd better order her a soda then. Every eye in the place
is still on us." Sheila chuckled.

"No, don't. Just order the wine. It'll be okay." Mae
said.

"Just as soon as I hear what you're going to order."
Sheila replied.

"Are they up to Escargot for an appetizer?" Mae asked.

"Just try to hold them back. I got them hooked the first
night here." Sheila chuckled.

The girls brightened visibly at the suggestion.

"And then I think the grilled Scallops, or would you
rather the Lobster?" Mae asked.

"Oh, Scallops!" Sheila said.

The girls were game for anything.

The waiter came by the instant Mae looked up for him. She
ordered. Then Sheila ordered a 1979 Wente Gray Riesling
to go with it.

"An excellent choice. That or the Keenan Vineyards '79
Chardonnay." Mae said.

"The Chardonnay is maybe a bit dry for the girls. The
Gray's fairly dry while retaining just a hint of sweet.
And the bouquet is incredible." Sheila replied.

"You always did know your wine." Mae chuckled.

"Why live here without learning that? That's like living
in New York and never eating cheesecake." Sheila giggled.

Mae turned her attention to the girls.

"Sheila tells me you're country girls. What do you think
of the big City so far?" she asked.

"It's incredible, I wish I could stay longer." Candice
replied.

"It's nice... but I miss John and my sisters." Alice
said.

"This John must be something." Mae answered.

They all nodded and got a distant look again.

"Yes, I can see he must be.... Tell me, Candice. How
would you feel about staying a little longer, maybe work
with me a bit?" Mae asked.

"I think that would be great." Candice said, holding
Mae's eyes.

Sheila watched the exchange.

"Well, Alice. Looks like it's just you and me on the
flight back." she chuckled.

Alice nodded.

"In fact, Mae. You could do me a great favor." Sheila
said.

"What's that? Anything, just name it." Mae replied.

"If you've got any free time for a few days, I kind of
need to spend some time wrapping up my accounts at work.
I'd feel better leaving the girls in safe, capable
hands." Sheila asked.

"I'd be delighted. But I don't know how safe *I'd* be
with them. What haven't they seen?" Mae asked, holding
Candice's gaze.

"We did the major tourist bit over the first couple of
days; The wharf, China town and Exploratorium." Sheila
replied.

"Well, there's the horseback wine tour, but that wouldn't
work with Alice." Mae remembered.

"No problem. Why don't you and Candice do that, Alice can
kick around with me for a day." Sheila said.

"Sounds fun." Candice said.

"I wish I were older." Alice said.

"Oh, don't push it. It will pass like a bolt of
lightning. Kicking around with me will be fun enough. One
of my clients is connected with Marine world." Sheila
said.

The wine and appetizers arrived. The waiter pouring a
test splash for Sheila, who swirled it in her glass,
looked at it in the light and then sniffed it. Finally
taking a small sip which she moved to different parts of
her mouth. She smiled and nodded. The waiter poured wine
in all four glasses without question. The appetizers
didn't last long between the girls.

Their salads arrived, tossed fresh, next to the table on
a folding stand.

"The honey lemon dressing here is divine." Mae said.

"You're in charge of the food." Sheila giggled.

Mae nodded her choice to the waiter and he added
ingredients as she directed. The salad was wonderful. So
was the wine.

Alice did her grown up best to imitate the older women as
they sipped it. Candice did too, but tended to gulp it a
bit.

"You should savor it a bit longer. Especially one this
good." Mae teased her.

Candice nodded and did her best.

The rest of the meal was superb.

They sat back drinking a rich coffee over a killer
dessert the chef had specially prepared for them.

Mae slipped her gold card on the tray and then signed the
invoice when it returned. The total would have really
scared the girls.

They turned heads again as they walked out.

"Why don't we meet for dinner, my treat?" Sheila asked
Mae.

"Sure, love to. Just tell me where and when." Mae
replied, still playing eye games with Candice.

"Why don't I call you. I think we're going to go back to
my place and regroup for a while after that meal." Sheila
giggled.

"I'll be looking forward to your call then. A genuine
pleasure to meet both of you." Mae said to the girls. She
hugged them each.

Candice hugged back a bit more than Alice.

Sheila hugged her and gave her a quick kiss. Then they
went their separate ways.

Once back at Sheila's, she turned to Candice.

"I didn't want to make any promises for you until I'd
talked to you. I gathered that you *like* Mae?" She asked
her.

"She's incredible!" Candice said, dreamily.

"Well, from the signals she was sending you, I gather she
feels the same way. If you'd like, Alice and I can
certainly keep each other well entertained tonight after
dinner.

If...or rather *when* Mae asks you if you'd like to go
back to her place, go ahead if you'd like. Then you could
get an early start on the wine tour tomorrow. Depending
how it goes, you could either come back here tomorrow
night or the next morning. It's up to you." Sheila
advised.

"You think she'll ask me home with her!? You wouldn't
mind?" Candice asked.

"I'm almost certain she will. And no, of course I
wouldn't mind." Sheila chuckled.

"How about you, Alice. Would you mind?" Candice asked.

"No, of course not. Have a good time." she bubbled.

"Thanks loves... What should I wear?" Candice asked,
distracted.

"I don't think it will matter. But knock her socks off
anyway. I suggest one of the body suits under whatever
you choose. I'll understand if it shows up shredded."
Sheila chuckled.



The girls had a wonderful time out to dinner. All through
it Candice and Mae were playing goo-goo eyes. Mae did
invite Candice back with her, Candice accepted.

Chapter 66

John was working on the scanner when Amy found him,
bringing him a cup of coffee.

"Got a minute?" she asked, setting it down.

"Thanks for the coffee. Sure... just a sec...... Okay,
what's on your mind?" he asked, taking the cup and moving
to the sofa, patting the seat next to him.

She moved to his side and leaned against him while he
sipped. He slipped his arm around her, took a sip of
coffee and then shared an extra warm kiss with her.

She snuggled to him.

"I was just wondering... how you felt about last night?"
she asked.

"Ooh, tough question... Last night was probably the most
incredible experience of my life..." he said.

"But?" she asked, when he didn't continue.

"But, I wouldn't want to do it again." he said.

She nodded against him.

"Kind of what I was thinking." she said, "But *why*
wouldn't you?".

"Well, don't get me wrong. As much as I love you all...
It was the first time I've loved you *all* at the same
*instant*.

I think I prefer the intimacy of just two people face to
face. Three at the most. For lovemaking. I don't mind
more... as the extras seem to be free to share their own
intimacy. I personally like to be able to focus myself on
one person at a time.

Last night was fantastic. I got to experience things from
a different point of view. I never knew before what you
girls saw in men in general... or me for that matter. I
like that. But now I know it, I don't *need* to know it
again.

Somehow it was almost too personal, while not being too
intimate... I don't know, kind of hard to explain." he
said.

"We thought you would feel that way... we felt it last
night. But we were already into it. And... well, we
agree. But it may not matter. I don't think we *could* do
it again." she said, cryptically.

"I'm still not certain just what you did. But I got the
feeling it was a Gestalt." John said.

Amy nodded.

"It was, we learned the meaning of the word from you. I'm
afraid we rummaged around in you a lot, before we let you
know we were there." Amy said.

"I don't mind... not that it would matter, but I don't
have any secrets from you." John said.

"Oh, we would never tell anybody *all* that we saw in
each of you....

"In a way it changed us.... We could feel what it was
like to be an adult. Each of you had a different feeling,
but... the one thing we saw in everybody, was respect.
They all felt it for you.. and you felt it for all of us.
Respect... and love.

"So much love, it was almost unbearable all at once. Like
it was a power that was too dangerous to play with.....
We saw that too.. Something guided us away from things we
shouldn't do or know. It wasn't us. It was something
......bigger." Amy said.

"God?" John asked.

"I don't know... Once I would have said so... but now I'm
not sure what that means.... More like the whole universe
was aware of what we were doing, not just one thing." Amy
said, shivering and snuggling to him.

John set his coffee aside and pulled her into his lap.
She smiled and snuggled closer.

"Could you have gotten that from me? I mean, I've told
Theresa and Cindy that I believed the universe was aware
of itself before. You could have gotten the idea from any
one of us, I guess." John said.

Amy shook her head: "No, we felt it *before* we looked
into any of you. That was one of the things we looked at
in you. It sort of explained what we felt, but not quite.
Closer than anything else we saw in anybody... but still
not quite right... I don't know. It's kind of hard to
explain with words." she said.

John nodded.

"So, why don't you think you could do it again?" he
asked.

"Because what we felt... wouldn't *like* it. It was like
we knew that this was the only time. That's why we
continued even after we felt how you felt. We were trying
to give a gift to everybody that you loved... but it was
like we were *all* granted a gift from ... that bigger
*something* .... and it was the only time... " Amy said.

"Then I guess that we'd better not fool with it.... but
What exactly did you girls feel, I mean with each other?"
John asked.

"We were..... *one*... Like we were just one person...
only we weren't. All the things we shared together....
good and bad.. were there. But we could also feel the
differences in us. They were greater than we thought.

All the years... like when we'd go out hiking together.
Each of us stepped in different places. One would almost
turn her ankle on a rock.. another would catch a glimpse
of a Black Faced Ferret that the others missed. Yet
another would see an eagle as it went behind a hill. All
those things added up over the years. So while we're of a
like mind on some things... we were totally different in
others." she said.

"I can tell it's changed you.... Your speech is even
different." John said.

"Ya mean I don't stammer like I use ta." she giggled.

"Well... that, and more... you're like... grown up." he
said.

"You helped a lot of that...when you made us women... but
no, I know what you mean... we learned a lot. Maybe so
much it will take us a while to figure it all out.....
if'n we ever do. But one of the things you all taught us,
was grammar structure and how you think to phrase things.
We could tell from all of you how the world felt about
that. We don't want to appear... backwards.. or
.....*unsophisticated*, to steal one of your words...."
she chuckled.

"Oh... don't worry so much about that. I think those
people who care most about that, are backwards in their
own way. They equate a persons worth to their social
status... and I don't think that's true at all.
Besides... there's a certain charm to being a little
backwards." he said.

Amy nodded, then lifted her head to look into his eyes.
She moved her hand to pull his head down into a kiss. The
kiss wasn't just a casual one.

"My, my. You did learn a lot." John said, hoarsely.

"I just wanted you to know how *I* felt. Not *us*, but
*me*.

I guess that's what I wanted to talk to you about..... as
much as I enjoyed sharing you.... Well, the different
part of me that I talked about.. It want's to *know* that
deep intimacy that we felt in you.

Like you and Cindy share, when you make love alone. I
want to know that, without sharing it. Maybe it's
selfish... but I don't think so. All my live I've shared
everything I had... now I just want to know one thing
alone." she said.

"Well, I have no objection to that... but could you? I
mean, wouldn't Andrea and Alice feel it too?" John asked.

"No, that's one of the things we learned... that we could
shut it off and just be ourselves." Amy said.

"You don't think they'd mind?" John asked, concerned.

"No, cause I know each of them feels the same way. We all
want to try it. I think Alice is going to do it tonight
with Sheila and Andrea's going to try it with Cindy. I
want to try it with you.... If you want to?" she asked,
sheepishly.

"Anytime you'd like." John said.

"Now, please." she said.

John looked into the girls eyes. He shared a deep look
with her. She seemed to twitch and then her focus got
better. He softly drew his fingertips up her side and
just as softly under her shirt and over her breast. She
moaned softly and they melted into a deep, satisfying
kiss.

Somehow she was more passionate than she had ever been
before. Without *the sharing*, her focus became keen. She
felt deeper and gave back more. Her hunger was her own,
not shared. It was sufficient unto itself.

John responded honestly. His own hunger driving him.

They each felt every little brush of a curl of hair or
touch of a fingertip or tongue.

They made love face to face, eyes open, moving slowly and
inexorably to their body wracking orgasm. She felt him
burst inside her like liquid fire. Feeling 100% a woman,
alone and deeply in love.

Afterwards they kissed softly as they stroked each others
body gently.

"Thank you." she said, "I had to know... and I'm thankful
to you."

"My distinct pleasure... and I mean that." he said.

"I know... it wouldn't have felt like that if you
didn't." she said, snuggling to him.