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Castle In The Sand
By Deana Johns.
Copyright 1997
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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

The first agent looked at him, his mouth agape,
dumbfounded, realizing he was correct.

Chapter  83

John pulled over on the side of the road and grabbed a
flashlight and his thermal jacket.

"Where are you going?" Sheila asked.

"It's been a long time since I was here. I just want to
make certain there's a place to turn this beast around
before I pull in." he said.

"Oh." she said.

John pulled his jacket around him as he walked down the
small dirt road. Thankful for it's thermal
characteristics. He had it fully snapped up by the time
he got back. It was going to be a cold night. No surprise
to him. When he had been young and foolish, he had longed
to live in this area year round. The snow plows stopped
over twenty miles away in each direction. It would have
been a rough life indeed.

"You found a place?" Sheila asked as he climbed back in
the motor home.

"Yup. Nice little flat spot. Behind those big trees on
the left." he said.

"I mean a place to turn around?" she said.

He grinned at her and nodded. Pulling the large motor
home carefully down the narrow path. He pulled into the
slot he had picked and rocked around a bit till his level
indicators read close. Then he flipped a switch and the
motor home leveled itself.

"Ah, decadence." John mused.

"What?" Catarina asked.

"Leveling a motor home without blocks of wood and an hour
of farting around." John said.

A light flashed green on the dash.

"Done. We be home." he chuckled.

"Now can I do the dishes?" Sheila asked.

"No, now I can." John said.

"Why you?" she asked.

"One, cause I *want* to. Second, have you ever taken a
navy shower?" he asked.

"What's that?" she asked.

"My point. We have a limited water supply. Every gallon
used on the dishes, is one we don't have for the shower."
John said.

"I understand that." she said.

"Fine, so watch me the first time. Then you can do it to
your hearts content from now on." he said.

"You are the most *exasperating* man at times." she said.

"Why? Because I don't expect or desire women to wait on
me." he asked.

"You do at home." she said.

"At home, I hired two cooks... three now, but the other
seems to be on perpetual vacation. I *pay* them to cook
and clean up. That is their *job*. They do it because
they are *paid* to do it. It isn't their job simply
because they are women." he said.

"My, my, a liberated man besides all his other fine
points." Catarina said, admiringly.

"I guess I knew that when he hired me as a CEO." Sheila
mused.

"If you would like to do something, I think a pot of
coffee would be enjoyed by all." he said, setting about
pre-scraping the dishes.

"You've got the sink full." she said.

"One in the bathroom. Same water comes out. Just do a
light rinse." he said.

Catarina grinned at Sheila and winked. Sheila grinned
back.

"Don't know why she gets this way." John said, when she
had left the kitchen.

"I do..... Because she loves you dearly. It is getting
near the time when she has to go back and be a CEO. That
is why she is desperately trying to be the other things a
woman has been known to be in the past." Catarina said
softly.

John looked at he a moment and nodded.

"You are a very perceptive person at times." John said,
"So I should let her?" he asked.

"Yes, she will love you even more for it." Catarina
replied.

"And you, your time is running short too. What can I do
for you?" he asked.

"Just love me like you mean it." she said, softly.

"Ah, a simple task. Easy to do, cause I do mean it." John
said.

Catarina looked around and put her finger to her lips.

John shook his head.

"When I was checking this place out, did any cars pass
by?" he asked.

"No." she said.

"Well, I watched the mirror as much as I dared coming
down the hill. If there was a car behind us, I would have
seen it's headlights, unless they were stupid enough to
descend a mountain road at night without them." John
said.

"So?" Catarina asked.

"So, the thing about small transmitters, is that they
have small power. The smaller the transmitter, the
smaller the power. The way that they get around this, is
by using a higher frequency. The higher the frequency,
the shorter the wave length.

Now the thing about shorter wave length radio, is that it
bounces off things real well, except the atmosphere.
Longer waves are the only ones that do that. So my point
is, that low power, high frequency radio transmitters are
only good if you are close by, in line of sight of the
transmitter. Otherwise, the signal just takes a bounce
off the nearest mountain side and angles up into space.
Not bouncing off the atmosphere. A single watt
transmitter may communicate over thirty miles, but you
won't hear a peep out of it if you're behind a small
knoll." John explained.

"Your point being." Sheila asked, returning with a pot of
water and getting some beans out of the freezer.

"My point being that I didn't see any car coming down the
hill after us, unless it was a long ways back. So, nobody
is in range to hear any bug that might be listening to us
right now. Even less likely, in fact that a bug is even
listening to us. Because the way they get around battery
size and life, is by broadcasting the power to the bug
from a transmitter. The bug picks up the broadcast wave
and modulates it with whatever signal it hears. Then re-
transmits a portion of that same power as the signal that
is picked up, for them to hear what is said. So in other
words, if no signal is being broadcast to the bugs, then
they are totally inert. To wit, nobody is listening. We
have relative privacy for the moment." John concluded.

"Your electronics lesson for today." Sheila said, putting
the beans into the grinder.

"I understand part of what you are saying, the low power,
short range part. But I don't follow the transmit in and
out part." Catarina said, after Sheila finished grinding.

"Something the Russians came up with actually. They gave
a large, carved wooden seal -an emblem- as a present to
the United Nations. It used to hang in the security
council. Well, one day some British Ham radio operators
were trying to call home from New York and stumbled upon
a signal coming out of the United Nations building. What
was being broadcast was a closed meeting of the security
council. Not cool. But a sweep of the cambers found no
operating transmitters. When they could finally arrange a
sweep, that is. But by then the Russians had turned off
their transmitter, so no power was being received by the
bug. They finally figured it out. They started sweeping
the chamber with a transmitter broadcasting different
frequency's until they got something else back. Bingo.
This led them to the great seal. In it they found an
ingenious little bug. Tiny and requiring no batteries. It
was little more than a chamber with a wire attached for
an antenna. The radio waves were picked up by the antenna
and coupled into the camber. A small, thin metal
diaphragm on one side acted as a microphone. Any sound
hitting the diaphragm, caused the chamber to change shape
just a bit, causing the radio waves inside to be changed
just a bit. This change was then coupled back out the
same antenna that was picking up the power. This small
change would be directly relative to the sound that was
picked up. A master work of simplicity and efficiency."
John said.

"So all you have to do to look for a bug, is to look for
a signal coming out of it? And if you sweep a signal into
an area and nothing comes out, then there are no bugs?"
Catarina asked.

"Used to be. Now you have micro power integrated
circuits. Like in your watch. That circuit uses so little
power that the battery will go dead virtually as fast
sitting on the shelf, as it will in that watch. With
circuits requiring so little power, you can give a bug a
degree of smarts. It won't respond to just any signal. It
has to be a special signal." John explained.

"Ah, I see, unless you know what to send to it, nothing
comes out." Catarina said.

"Yes, exactly." John beamed at her.

"You seem to comprehend technical things very well."
Sheila said, impressed herself.

"My father used to let me come watch him in his workshop.
He was a sort of inventor. He was an accountant for a
banking firm as his job, but he was always tinkering at
home. He taught me a lot." Catarina said.

"Your folks... you said they had died. How?" John asked.

"In a small plane crash, five years ago." she said
softly.

"How did it happen?" he asked.

"My folks met a nice Hungarian couple about a year
before. They did not have many friends, so I was glad for
it. They spent much time together. The man's hobby was
flying. They were on a trip to Switzerland. My folks had
saved for months. They thought to save money by flying
themselves in the pilots small plane. Something happened,
they do not know what. The plane was scattered all over a
hillside. They never even found the man and his wife. My
folks were killed instantly." Catarina said, tears
forming in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, you must have loved them very much." he said.

"Yes... I am afraid it hit Bianca a bit harder though.
She was younger. I was in my mid-twenties. She was just
sixteen. I took over raising her, which was a task in
itself. She took it very badly for a long time. I thought
that the trip to Russia would be good for her. Broaden
her horizons a bit...." Catarina trailed off.

"So you feel responsible for what happened to her?" John
asked.

Catarina nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek.

John caught it with a finger and moved it to his lips.

"The woman, the one you were involved with, tell me about
her. How did you meet her?" he asked.

Catarina took a deep trembling breath to compose herself.

Sheila looked at John, wondering why he was dredging up
these painful memories. She knew he had his reasons, but
she was empathic towards Catarina's pain. Tears were
forming in her eyes.

"About six months after my folks died. She came into my
shop. I remember thinking how pretty she was. She tried
on several outfits. The fitting rooms were fairly
secluded from the front of the shop, and to tell the
truth, I did not have that much business. Anyway, she had
on one outfit, examining herself in the mirror. It looked
quite sexy on her. She looked over at me and asked me if
I liked it. I told her it looked very sexy on her. She
smiled at me and took it off, right before me. She wore
only small French cut panties. She was very beautiful.
She asked me to pick another outfit for her that I
thought would look sexy on her, so I did. She tried it on
and it did look very sexy. I found myself getting quite
excited.

I remember she looked at me and smiled and I felt quite
weak. She went to the racks and sorted through the
clothing and selected an outfit. She handed it to me and
said she thought it would look very sexy on *me*.

It seemed odd, but she was quite nice. She suggested that
I try it on, so I did. I remember that I looked up and
caught her looking at me. She did not turn away, she just
smiled. I remember blushing and pulling the outfit on. I
think it did look sexy on me. At least I felt very sexy
with her looking at me.

She invited me out to dinner, saying we would drive the
men wild with our outfits. I did not have many friends
myself. I was very lonely. She was very pretty and nice.
I accepted her invitation.

She took me out and bought me a very fine gourmet meal. I
did not have much money, so I seldom had experienced such
a meal. She purchased several bottles of wine with the
meal and I am afraid I got very tipsy.

After we left the restaurant, we went for a walk to clear
our heads. I did not know, or care where we were going. I
was having quite a good time.

We ended up at her house. A very fine old cottage. I
remember being quite impressed.

She poured us some more wine. I am afraid we drank
another whole bottle. On the last glass she spilled some
on my dress. She told me to take it off so she could soak
it. I did not think a thing about it and did so. She took
it into the other room to soak.

She came back, without her own dress on, again wearing
just panties. I had on my panties and a bra.

She put on some music and started to waltz around. I was
watching her. She extended her hand to me and I giggled
and tried to join her. I kind of stumbled and she caught
me. Holding me up against her. She took my hand and put
it on her waist and took my other hand in hers and danced
me around, holding me against her. I found myself getting
very excited. When the music stopped, she did  not let me
go. She just pulled her head back and looked into my
eyes. Then she kissed me.

I liked it, so I let her.

I had never been with a woman before. Not too many men
for that matter. I was very lonely. She felt good.

She unfastened my brassiere and pulled it from between
us. I remember it felt very good when our breasts merged.
Another song started and we danced together. She had her
leg between mine, grinding her hips into me as we danced.

I was getting *very* excited. She kept kissing me.
Putting her tongue into my mouth and rubbing up against
me. She held me to her with her hands on my buttocks.
Pulling me hard against her legs.

When the music stopped, she took me by the hand and led
me to her bedroom. I *thought* we were going to sleep.
But she lay me down on the bed and then took off her
panties. Then she stooped and took off mine. She was very
sexy. She crawled on top of me and began kissing me more,
feeling my body.

The next thing I knew, she had her hand between my legs.
It had been so very long, and I was so very lonely. I am
afraid I just melted under her touch. She made love to
me, giving me two..... no, three orgasms. Then she asked
me to do it to her. I did not know what to do, but she
had pleased me so much.... I did what she had done to me
back to her. Afterwards we both did it again.

The next morning I was hung over. I was ashamed and
feeling dirty. She started kissing me again. I asked her
to stop, but instead she started licking me again. She
would not stop. I experienced an orgasm, and still, she
would not stop. She did not stop until I had many, many
orgasms. She was still licking me when I passed out
again.

I woke up and she had me tied to the bed, with a soft
velvet rope to each corner of the bed. Again she started
licking me. I remember screaming and crying, but she kept
licking me. Again I passed out. When I woke up she was
licking me again. I could not help it, I got very excited
by it. She licked me everywhere. She kissed me
everywhere. She sucked on my fingers and toes even.

I had to go to the bathroom and she would not let me.
Finally she put a bedpan under me and told me to go. When
I could no longer hold it, I did. Afterwards she moved
the pan and went right back to licking me. Again I passed
out.

When I woke up, I was free. She was snuggled to me,
caressing my body. I wanted to leave. But she said, now
it was my turn to tie *her* up.

I wanted to punish her for what she had done to me, so I
tied her up like she had me. I tortured her like she had
me. I made her pass out many times. When she begged to go
to the bathroom I told her to wet herself. She did not
wait for the bedpan, she just  went. She orgasmed as she
did so.

I pulled the wet bedding from beneath her and treated her
as she had me, licking her after she had urinated.
Licking her and kissing her everywhere. I made her pass
out again. Then I untied her. I wanted to see her face
when she woke up, so I did not leave.

When she opened her eyes, she smiled at me and said: 'and
now we are free to make love to each other as equals.'
and pulled me to her. Something had changed in me. I then
*wanted* to make love with her. We made love all night.

We saw quite a lot of each other after that. She had
money and I did not. She would always pay for meals. She
bought me presents. She would let me pay for nothing. I
got to feeling guilty, but she said she loved me and
wanted to treat me special. By that time I was very much
in love with her, so I let her.

She took me out to private parties. *Sex* parties.
Usually all women. Most were very beautiful. No names
were ever used.

At first the parties just had a show. A couple would
undress and caress each other slowly, then make love
before us. It was very sexy. These were not bull-dykes.
They were very feminine, sexy women. They were in perfect
physical shape. I enjoyed watching it very much.

Then came a party where, when they drew back the curtain,
there was a man tied down to a bed. He had an erection.
He was very large. His eyes were covered by a mask. He
was in very good physical condition, very muscular.

Two very feminine women came out and began to kiss and
caress each other on the bed, rubbing on the man as they
did so. They gave each other orgasms, then one crawled on
the mans chest while the other crawled up and impaled
herself. She moved until she gave herself an orgasm. The
man did not orgasm, he just stayed hard. The other one
moved to impale herself too. Again he did not orgasm as
she did.

Afterwards the girls turned to the audience, about twelve
of us in six couples. They moved to a couple and invited
them up. The couple stood up and the women undressed and
caressed them. Bringing each of the women to orgasm. Then
one guided one woman to the man, who was still erect. The
woman impaled herself upon the man and moved herself to
orgasm. Then her mate did the same thing.

Meanwhile, the first girls pulled another couple up to
the stage and undressed and caressed them. When the
second woman was done, the third moved onto the man. Then
the fourth. Each time the women selecting another couple
from the audience. When the couples were through, they
stayed nude and moved back and continued to make love.

This continued until they selected us. I was so excited I
moved in a dream. They brought me to orgasm and then it
was my turn upon the man, who had not climaxed as yet.

I was the last woman to mount him. He was very large, but
I was very turned on. I quite enjoyed it, at the time.
When I climaxed, he did too, he filled me up and screamed
like a wounded animal.

Several women lifted me off the man. He was untied and
led away.

I thought we were through....but they put me back on the
bed and then many hands held me while they tied me down.
I fought it, but there were too many of them. Then there
were lips all over me. Kissing me everywhere.

The women took turns licking me to orgasm while all the
others kissed me all over and caressed me.

I passed out twice, but when I would wake up a woman
would be licking me and mouths and tongues would still be
all over my body. I don't know how long this lasted. I
lost all track of time. I am quite sure *every* woman had
me before they finally released me.

When my friend Greta -that was her name-  led me home, I
was in a dream. I slept for a whole day." Catarina sort
of stalled.

She was flushed and breathing hard. She wasn't alone in
this. Sheila found herself virtually dripping.

"Greta, what was her nationality?" John asked, hoarsely.

"Hungarian." Catarina said.

"What changed your relationship?" John asked.

"The man from the show, he had a small tattoo on his
penis. An Egyptian *ankh*. I was to see this later,
elsewhere....

After my experience at that show, I got scared. I did not
want to see Greta for a long time. I was scared about
what had happened to me. I was afraid of what I would
*become*. I finally agreed to see Greta again on the
condition that we never attended another show. She
agreed, but sometimes I know she would go off to them,
because she would talk about them. Sometimes she would
use the stories to excite me while we were making love.

I did not much hide my relationship with Greta. She would
pay for trips for me and Bianca, who was about to enter
her senior year of school. Greta said she had a friend in
Russia who ran the exchange student program. It was her
that arranged Bianca's acceptance to the program. She
even sponsored it." Catarina said, breaking down.

"The man... The tattoo... It was Sergei?" John asked,
softly.

She nodded, but wept. Sheila moved to her and hugged her
as she cried.

"Catarina, you are *not* responsible. You were set up
yourself." he said.

John took his laptop and called in a program. He called
up a picture and showed it to Catarina.

"Do you recognize this woman?" he asked.

Catarina looked at the picture and at him in surprise.
She nodded.

"One from the parties, yes." she moaned.

"And her?" John asked, calling in another image.

She looked at the image and disengaged herself from
Sheila. Now intensely interested.

"Yes." she said, now more composed.

John called image after image onto the screen and with
only two exceptions -that Catarina wasn't sure of- she
recognized every women from the parties.

"How do you happen to have these images?" she asked.

"These are all women who have thrown themselves at me
while I have been on the road." John said.

"A conspiracy?" Sheila asked.

"Undoubtedly. The part that puzzles me, is the timing.
They contacted Catarina before I even bought the silo...
maybe even sooner.... Catarina, what exactly did your
father do?" he asked.

"He was an accountant...actually an auditor. For a bank."
she said.

"A large bank?" he asked.

"Yes, the largest in Austria." she said.

"An old establishment?" he asked.

"Yes, hundreds of years old. Why?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. I'm trying to figure a connection.
Whatever Sergei's interest in your parents was." he said.

"But my parents were killed in a plane crash before I
ever met Greta or Sergei." Catarina said.

"By a Hungarian couple, a former part of the Soviet
union. Perhaps it is just a coincidence, but I don't
think so. You said they never found the other couple.
Murder is hardly beyond Sergei. By your description he
was already well involved in controlling women by sex,
probably blackmail too." he said.

"*Sergei killed my parents*!?" Catarina exclaimed.

"Perhaps, maybe not. It may be a simple coincidence....
did your father ever give you anything special? Something
he told you to keep safe?" John asked.

"Nothing really..... Just an old Cuckoo clock. He said it
was very old and that some day would be worth much. I
once had it appraised, but it was only worth.... about
seven hundred dollars, American." Catarina said,
computing the difference in her head, "I mainly kept it
because of sentimental value.... It is strange you should
ask that, Sergei once asked me the same question." she
said.

"Really? And what did you tell him?" John asked.

"I told him no, I was not thinking of the clock at the
time. He asked if my father had left me anything of value
or something special. I told him of my small financial
inheritance. I got a small settlement from their
insurance." she said.

"But you never told him of the clock?" John asked.

"No, never. Why?" she asked.

John ignored the question, thinking. Catarina let him.

This was taking on dimensions that Catarina had never
fathomed before. Her loathing and hatred for Sergei was
growing exponentially.

"This clock, it is safe? Don't tell me where it is." he
said.

"Yes, in storage with my few other possessions. I pay a
small fee every month to store my things." she said.

"A bonded storage company? You trust them?" he asked.

"Yes, a very old reputable company.. Why? What is this
all about?" she asked.

"I'm not sure. I think that maybe your father found
something he wasn't supposed to, or something that
somebody else wanted very much. But I think that clock is
the answer to a lot of things. Maybe the reason for your
parents death." he said.

"What could it be... he was not an important man." she
said.

"I'm sure he was important to you and Bianca....  I think
that maybe he found evidence of an old account, or of
some impropriety in the bank. Certainly something
involving a lot of money... They have numbered accounts
in Austria?" he asked.

"Not so much anymore. No new ones, certainly. But in the
old days, yes." she said.

"Tell me, where did he do his work, always in one
branch?" John asked.

"No, he went around to all the branches. He dealt with
many older accounts. Sometimes he would deal with the
governments of different countries. Arranging
disbursement of funds to relatives. Sometimes there was
no longer anybody legally entitled to the money." she
said.

"What happened then?" he asked.

"Sometimes it would go to the governments themselves.
Sometimes there were special instructions accompanying
the accounts on what to do in that event. Sometimes it
would go to charities." she said.

"Did he ever go to Russia?" John asked.

"Yes, several times.... a few just before he was
killed.... You think there was a connection?" she asked.

"Perhaps, I think we've just about reached all the
conclusions we can tonight. Most of it is speculation on
my part. The rest will have to wait until we get your
sister free." John said.

"Do you really think we will be able to?" Catarina asked,
pensively.

"I think that Sergei wants to retain control of you and
your sister. I think he will try a double cross....
but... I have faith in our people. I think we should shut
up now. We've said way too much already. I don't want to
endanger your sister or you any more than we have to to
get her free." he said.

"Do you think they are listening, now?" she asked.

John punched up a program on his laptop, plugging it into
it's cradle. He was quiet as he worked.

"No, not yet. There are no emissions from the motor home
at the present time." he said.

"Well, I think we should turn in. I'm quite certain that
I will enjoy not having an audience." Sheila giggled.

"Me too." Catarina said.

"I'm quite certain we all feel that way....  Catarina?"
he said.

"Yes, John?"

"How do you feel about what happened to you? I mean, you
*seem* to enjoy sex very much. But I could tell by your
descriptions of the parties and such that you felt a
loathing for those people and what they did." he said.

Catarina was silent for a moment, formulating her answer.

"I do loath them... and what they did. But I came to
equate it with what happened to my sister. When I saw
that tattoo on Sergei, it negated any attraction or
pleasure I had experienced. I came to hate sex. I did not
enjoy it again until my first night with you two." she
said.

"Are we so different?" Sheila asked.

"Yes." Catarina said without hesitation, "You see... What
those people did.. it was hedonism. It was not love. It
did not matter who their partner was. It was no different
than masturbation with a piece of meat. That is what I
felt like. A piece of meat.

You two did not treat me like that. I felt... special.
Like I was a goddess. I have felt that way *every* time
we have made love... because that is what we are doing;
Making *love*." she concluded.

"Well, besides John and the other girls in his life, I
never felt more like making love to anybody. You *are*
special. I feel like I am making love with a goddess."
Sheila said.

"I must concur, those women who's pictures I showed you.
They didn't care who it was with them. It was like
jacking off inside somebody. But I knew you were
different the first moment I laid eyes on you." John
said.

Catarina blushed.

"I have never known a man like you before. Nor a woman
like you, Sheila. I could make love to either of you day
and night for the rest of my life and be the happiest
woman on earth." she said, tears forming again.

John pulled her to him, kissing her. Her kiss was hungry
and deep. His hands began to remove her clothing. Sheila
stepped in to help, then removed her own.

They made the most tender love Catarina had ever known.
Tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as her body lay
panting and glistening with perspiration between them.
Their fingers caressing her softly to sleep.



Chapter  84

The two agents spent a miserable night. One took his
pocket knife and sliced the deflated air bags from the
car. They wrapped them around them for warmth. A search
of the car yielded little in the way of survival gear.
They only had a few clothes, mostly dirty. They put them
all on. They weren't too far from a public campground,
but there was nobody camped there. There was a little
firewood stacked by one of the camp sites, but it was
wet. Besides, they had no matches.

A road flare from the trunk supplied fire for them. It
took almost the whole flare to get the damp wood started,
then it smoked terribly. The men didn't care. They were
hungry and cold. One went and sliced a leg off of the
deer sitting where their windshield had been. They
skinned it and propped it over the fire to roast. It took
some time. They had no salt or seasonings. The meat was
gamy and tough. Perhaps tainted by the scent glands that
hunters know to cut off immediately. By the time they
thought of the deer as food, it was several hours after
the crash.

They hauled the rear seat out of the car to the
campground to give them something warmer to sit on. As
the fire wood ran out they were tempted to burn it.
Instead breaking green branches off of trees, which
smoked a lot, but burned.

It was almost dawn when a highway patrolman came upon the
scene. He stopped his car and examined the wreck. He
noticed the missing air bags and rear seat. Stepping to
his car, he honked the horn. The agents came running as
best they could with several pairs of pants on. They
looked down right comical.

"Boy are we glad to see you." one said.

"I take it you got stranded here last night?" said the
patrolman.

"Yeah, my cellular wouldn't work." he said.

"Yeah, they're not much good up here. Why didn't you stay
with the car." the patrolman asked.

"Because of the stench." said the second agent.

The patrolman looked at the deer.

"What happened to the leg?" he asked.

"We had no food. So we ate it... tasted like shit." said
the first agent.

"Well, technically. That's poaching... but I guess you
didn't wreck your car on purpose just for a leg of
venison. You were going pretty fast when you hit it
though. From the skid marks and the damage, I'd say about
eighty or ninety. You're damn lucky to be alive." said
the patrolman.

"I know, can we get warm in your car?" asked the second
agent.

"Yeah, help me push this off the road first. Then I'll
take you to a phone." the patrolman said.

"You can't take us to where we can rent another car?"
asked the first agent.

"Nope. Nearest place for that is probably Evanston. I've
got highway between here and Heber to patrol." he said.

"Could we rent a car in Heber?" asked the second agent.

"Probably. Won't get there for a while yet. I've got a
job to do." said the patrolman.

"Isn't helping people who have been in a wreck your job
too?" asked the first agent, snidely.

The patrolman turned to him, his anger rising. "Listen,
pal. I'd just as soon run you in. The speed you were
traveling when you hit that deer was way too excessive.
You're going to get a reckless driving charge anyway.
Maybe a charge for killing the deer. I'm still thinking
about the poaching charge. Now, we're gonna go put your
fire out, then I'm gonna give you a ride to a phone.
Until then keep quiet."

He dropped them off at the gas station; closed still. The
owner finally responded to the highway patrolman's
honking and let the two shivering men inside to warm up.
The patrolman used his  radio -the highway patrol having
a repeater for the area- to request a tow truck. He
graciously requested one out of Evanston meet the agents
at the gas station. The station had no phone line.

"That's what we come up here to get away from." The owner
of the station informed them.

It was almost ten o-clock before the tow truck picked up
a much warmer, and now well fed pair at the gas station.
They served hamburgers at the station. They made their
way back to the wreck. Notified by the highway patrol,
DNR had come by and removed the deer. They contributed
the meat to various welfare programs when it was worth
saving. There was a ticket from the DNR stuck in the door
jam to match the one in the second agents pocket.

The agents seethed as the tow truck driver hooked up and
then made his way methodically back the forty-five miles
to Evanston. He stopped off at a car rental place. Seeing
their last car the rental agent was reluctant to rent to
them. Requiring extra insurance.

Finally they transferred their radio equipment from the
wreck to the new rental. They found a pay phone and
called Sergei. He was seething himself. Telling them that
they had better find the motor home or they would be
spending time assigned to Siberia.

"I'll drive this time." the first agent said.

The second agent shrugged, but wouldn't let them leave
town until he purchased twenty dollars worth of
hamburgers from a drive in and a warmer coat. The first
didn't argue.



Catarina stirred, it was early morning. Early considering
how late they had been up making love. It was almost
eight o-clock. She gently kissed the nipple next to her
lips and then stretched like a cat. She could feel love
rushes sweep over her body. She was amazingly happy. Her
sisters freedom was the only thing keeping her from total
bliss. The thought drove her out of bed.

She used the bathroom, brushed her teeth and then
showered. Sparingly, remembering how John had done the
dishes the night before. She got herself wet and then
turned off the water while she soaped, then rinsed off
and got out. John slipped in while she was soaping and
relieved himself. She met him as she stepped out.

"Good morning, sunshine. Sleep well?" he asked.

She moved to him pulling the towel between them. Hugging
him hard.

"Mmm, very well. And you?" she asked, trying to kiss him.

He resisted, indicating his tooth brush.

"Like a baby." he grinned.

"Well brush your teeth, because I want a proper kiss."
she directed him.

"Yes Ma'am." he replied.

He left the water off while he brushed, just using it to
rinse.

She waited patiently, drying herself as best she could in
the small bathroom.

When he was done, she pulled him into a passionate kiss
that lasted a long time.

"That was for last night, my love." she said.

John put his finger to his lips and she nodded.

She stepped out to dress and Sheila stepped in, also
resisting her advance.

"Let me know when you've brushed your teeth." Catarina
called after her.

John stepped into the shower and repeated Catarina's
actions as Sheila used the toilet. Wishing for the sound
of running water. She settled for switching on a small
exhaust fan.

John rinsed and stepped out to dry himself, giving Sheila
a peck on the cheek and sliding the door shut behind him.

Catarina was almost dressed, and watched John drying
himself as she finished.

"You are a very lovely man." she said.

"Thank you, handsome is the term we use here." he said.

"You are that too, but I think the terms have slightly
different meanings. I meant what I said." she said.

John put his finger to his lips again and she nodded.

He walked forward to his laptop and called up a program.

"I wonder where our shadows have gotten off to. We are
still clean." he said.

"Then I reiterate, you are a very lovely man." Catarina
said from the doorway.

He smiled at her and repeated his thanks. Then moved to
the bedroom to dress. She wouldn't let him pass until she
had extracted a minor toll in the form of another kiss.

She watched him dressing a moment and then turned to make
some coffee.



John was sitting outside in a folding lawn chair,
enjoying the morning when the DNR truck pulled up. The
ranger climbed out.

"Morning sir. You camping long?" the ranger asked.

"Good morning to you. No, just last night, we'll be
leaving today." John replied.

"Did you pay your campground fees?" asked the ranger.

"I bought a golden eagle pass, the stickers on the
bumper." John said.

The ranger looked and nodded, smiling.

"Nice day, huh?" the ranger asked.

"A *frabjous* day." John agreed.

The ranger nodded. "Louis Carroll?"

"Yes, a very good term." John said.

"Do any fishing this morning?" asked the ranger.

"No, I only had a one day permit, it expired last night.
Caught a nice lunker though." John said.

"Whereabouts?" the ranger asked.

"Up on the *Stillwater fork*." John replied.

"Must be one of the last ones we planted last year.
Monsters, they were." said the ranger.

"Can I buy an extension from you?" asked John.

"No, they won't let us handle any money except campground
fees." replied the ranger.

"Just a thought." said John.

He glanced in the back of the rangers truck at the dead
deer.

"Road kill?" John asked.

"Yeah, couple of foreign assholes doing about eighty-
five. Totaled their rental car. Lucky they had air bags.
They ended up being stranded for the night, almost frozen
when the Highway patrol came on them." replied the
ranger.

A thought occurred to John.

"A little gray rental?" he asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" asked the ranger.

"Oh, saw them up the meadows off the ranger station. A
couple of jerks. Just wondering if it was the same guys."
John said.

"Sounds like them. The patrolman said they was giving him
lip. Wanted him to take them where they could rent
another car to wreck. He dropped them off at that Bear
River gas station down the road from the ranger station
and called them a tow truck." said the ranger.

"That where they are now?" John asked.

"Probably in Evanston by now, or just picking up their
car. Why?" asked the ranger.

"Oh, just curious. Seems a shame that jerks like that can
get away with killing a deer." John said.

"Well, they got a reckless driving ticket from the HP and
I left them a citation for killing the deer. We could
have nailed them for poaching, cause they didn't have any
food so they cut off the leg and ate it." chuckled the
ranger.

"No food, so they didn't have any salt even?" John asked.

"I would  suppose not." chuckled the ranger.

"I almost nailed a couple myself last night. But I know
the area, so I was taking it easy." John said.

The rangers eyes almost popped out of his head when both
Sheila and Catarina stepped out of the motor home with
their coffee cups.

They were wearing body suits with leggings, white terry
shorts over the bottom halves.

"Kind of nippy for those outfits, isn't it." asked the
ranger, trying not to drool.

Sheila chuckled and walked up to him. She handed her cup
to John and said: "Here, feel this." pulling the rangers
fingers up her sleeve.

"Well I'll be damned. I could use an outfit made of that
stuff. How does it work?" he asked.

"Stores heat as twist in the fiber. Untwists and gives
off heat when it's cold. I'll give you my card if the
government wants to talk about a contract, but we may be
a little out of their price range. We'd sell this for
around a thousand bucks." Sheila giggled, giving the
ranger back his  hand and retrieving her cup.

She cringed at the sight of the deer carcass.

"Those *jerks* from the campground last night, totaled
their *rental* car."  John said.

Sheila seemed to get it and nodded. Still sad over the
deer.

"Breakfast is ready." she told John.

"Well, you folks have a nice day. Nice rig you got here."
the ranger told John.

"Yeah, cost me enough." John said.

"I can imagine. See ya." the ranger said, climbing in his
truck.

Catarina waved at him as he pulled away. He waved back.

"Well, guess that explains what happened to our shadow."
John chuckled.

"Too bad about the deer. I wish there was some way to
keep them off us for one more night. I quite enjoyed
myself last night." Sheila mused.

"I think I know just the place. Come on, lets eat. I want
to be out of here in twenty minutes." John said.



John and the motor home were long gone when the two
agents passed *Soapstone *two hours later. Their
equipment uttered not a peep. They reached *Kamas* and
took the new *Peoa* cut off back towards the Interstate
into Salt Lake City. They made a side detour into *Park
City* just in case they had gone there. No sign of them.
They continued on into Salt Lake City.



John was miles to the South, by *Deer Creek* reservoir,
just pulling into the sleepy farming valley of
*Wallsburg*. He stopped at the general store and picked
up some provisions, filling his tanks while he was at it.
He struck up a conversation with the clerk while his
tanks were filling.

"Don't recall if it was *Big Canyon* or *Little Canyon*
that had the stream in it." he said.

"Little canyon.... but you couldn't get that rig up
there. It turns into four wheel territory about half a
mile up." said the clerk.

"Yeah, I remember. I used to camp up there as a kid. Now
I don't even remember how to get there." John said.

"Just take Little canyon road. Go straight when you get
to the Big Canyon cut off. You could take that road okay,
but there isn't any more camping areas up here. Folks
kind of soured over kids leaving beer cans all over."
said the clerk.

"Might make a nice drive. Thanks." John said.

He topped off his tank and paid his bill. The clerk happy
over the large sale.

John added four five gallon plastic jugs that the store
had for sale, filling them from the hose and topping off
the motor homes water tanks before heading out.

He took the turn and headed up the proper road, not
taking the cut off the clerk told him of. The road
quickly narrowed as the clerk had indicated and John
remembered.

"You sure you know what your doing. That looks pretty
steep up there." Sheila said, looking out the windshield.

John grinned. He reached a small turn out and stopped.

He stepped out and unhitched the compact car, backing it
off the front wheel trailer. Then he left it running and
asked Sheila to follow him. She climbed in the compact
and he made the turn, jockeying back and forth to do it.
He pulled down a tiny dirt path and under some trees.
Sheila pulled up beside him. After jockeying the motor
home back and forth a bit he was fairly level, he let the
automatics take care of the rest.

"I'll be back." he told the women.

"Where are you going?" Catarina asked.

"To negotiate with the owner to let us stay here. This is
private property." he said.

"Nice spot." Sheila said.

"Nice memories." John said, heading down the path.

He passed through a gate and came up to a small rugged
looking house. Two dogs started after him and John froze,
just waiting. A man came out and called back the dogs.

"Howdy." he said.

"Howdy. Sorry to intrude. Years ago I used to camp up
here on your property. I'd like to ask your permission to
spend the night." John asked.

"I don't know. Damn kids always leaving a mess. We don't
usually let folks camp anymore." said the man.

"I can understand that. I packed quite a bit of garbage
out even back then. We used to camp up here every year. A
whole bunch of us." said John.

"I remember those folks. Kind of a rowdy drinking bunch,
but always left the place cleaner than they found it."
said the man.

"Yeah, that was us. I don't see those folks much anymore,
and I mellowed a bunch myself with age. Now I'm likely in
bed by nine. I promise that we'd respect your property
and clean up after ourselves. I'd make it worth your
while if you'd allow me to pay you. There's just myself,
my wife and sister in law." said John.

"Well, if your quiet and clean up, I guess one night
wouldn't hurt. Twenty bucks okay?" asked the man.

"That would be fine. Tell you what. I enjoyed it so much
up here before, and you never charged us. How about I
make it fifty. I'm doing pretty good financially and I'd
like to make up for a few nights I'm sure we kept you
up." John said, fishing in his wallet.

"No need to do that." said the man.

"I know, I'd like to. Okay?" John said, handing the man
the bill.

"Alright. I'm mainly letting you stay cause I remember
you used to clean up." said the man.

"You ever think of selling this place, you let me know.
Here's where you can contact me through." John said,
scribbling his name on a card from his lawyers.

"I just may do that. I was intending on leaving it to my
kids, but they'd rather have money, I think. You wouldn't
bust it up?" the man asked.

"Not a chance. I'd put that in writing." John said.

"I'll give it some thought. Don't have a price in mind
yet." said the man.

"Tell you what, you get it appraised, then add ten
percent. I love it up here." John said.

"Thanks, I'll give it some thought. Have a nice stay."
said the man.

"Thanks. And thanks for letting us stay." John said.

"No problem. Don't mind responsible folks. You keep that
fire down, now. I remember you folks used to build some
duzzies." said the man.

"I promise. See ya." John said.

"Bye now." said the man.

He watched John walk up the path. His dogs growled a bit.

"Hush up. Them's the kind of folk that's okay." he told
the dogs.

"Fifty bucks, just for camping. Could have rented a
luxury motel room for that." he said to himself.



The women had lunch almost ready when John got back.

"We can stay?" Sheila asked.

John nodded.

"Wonderful. This is a gorgeous spot. I love the sound of
the stream." Catarina said.

"Around here, we'd call that a *brook*." John chuckled.

"So what is a stream?" she asked.

"Smaller than a river, larger than a creek. Or *crick* as
they'd say around here." John said.

"Interesting colloquialisms." Catarina said.

"Why do you think well be safe up here?" asked Sheila.

"Just a small dot on the map, off the main road. No
through road. Private property, no public campgrounds on
any map. Shielded on both sides by mountains, three sides
really. The fourth direction is narrow and sort of
twisted. The mouth points the wrong way for radio." John
said.

"Showoff." Sheila said.

"You asked." John said, taking a bite of his sandwich.

"And a lovely spot as well." Catarina said, looking out
the open door.

The screen door was shut against flies and mosquitoes.

"I agree. I just made an offer on it." John said.

"You bought it?" Catarina asked.

"Not yet. I made a good offer." John said.

"How much?" Sheila asked.

"Don't know, I told him ten percent over appraisal." John
said.

Sheila nodded.

"To have such money, must be nice." Catarina said,
dropping her eyes.

"Sometimes.... Tell me about your dress shop." John said.

"I had to give it up, when I went to Russia." she said.

"But you ran a nice shop?" John asked.

"Oh yes, a very nice little shop. I had many repeat
customers. I sold many nice things... not so nice as the
clothes you sell though. I think the most expensive dress
I ever sold was.... say three hundred dollars, American."
she said.

Sheila looked at John, who grinned at her. She caught his
intention.

"So how would you feel about running a salon for us?"
Sheila asked.

Catarina seemed taken aback.

"Oh, my. I would love to. But, I am not a citizen here.
Could I?" she asked.

"Sure, just obtain a work permit. Much easier if you
already have a sponsor, which is us." Sheila said.

"I think you'll find that it's covered under the
Political Asylum you've been offered." John said.

"Great, then it's settled. As soon as you are free to
accept. Your starting salary will be fifty thousand
dollars a year." Sheila said.

"Oh, that is too much!" Catarina said.

"Nope. That's what we pay all our managers, to start. But
I have bigger things in mind for you." Sheila said.

"I think you are just being kind to me. You have already
been too kind. I cannot accept." Catarina said.

"Nothing of the sort. What I had in mind for you, was our
European directorship. We'd be hard pressed to find
another with your language skills. One that I could
trust." Sheila said.

"Trust? Why would you trust me? The first night I met you
I tried to steal secret documents from you!" Catarina
said.

"To save your sisters life and obtain her freedom! I have
no idea what I would do in the same situation. But I
doubt I would do as well as you." Sheila said.

"I failed!" Catarina said.

"Excuse me, but I think we should step outside for this
discussion. It's lovely over there by the brook. Not that
I think that anybody is listening, but lets not push our
luck." John said, taking his coffee cup.

He unloaded the lawn chairs from a side compartment,
setting them up in the shade under a tree by the brook,
next to a little gurgling water fall. Inside the motor
home, he turned on the stereo, just loud enough that they
could hear the music outside.

The women brought soft drinks with them.

John continued the discussion where it left off.

 "You failed at being a spy, which you never were. You
were set up from the very beginning. At great cost to
yourself, both emotionally and physically. I am quite
thrilled you failed at being a spy." he said.

"But why on earth would you trust me?" Catarina asked.

John looked at her. She was sitting between them, just in
arms reach. Suddenly his fist shot out towards her face.
It never reached it's target. Catarina's arm shot up and
blocked the blow. She sat there stunned, looking at him.
John's arm ached from her block. Sheila sat there
flabbergasted that John would do such a thing, not
realizing what had just transpired.

"Because I am quite certain you were told to use whatever
means were required to fulfill your mission. You have
just proven yourself capable of that. I would have pulled
my punch and would have felt incredibly stupid and guilty
had I actually hurt you. But a normal person could not
have blocked me so fast. You have had advanced martial
arts training. I have no doubt that you could kill either
one of us had you chosen to." John said.

Catarina visibly shook from her trembling as tears formed
in her eyes.

"I could not do it. Not after I made love with you that
night. I was told to use it if you caught me. When you
did catch me, it did not even occur to me. I could never
hurt either one of you... I do not know if I could hurt
anybody." she cried.

"How did you know?" Sheila asked.

"I suspected from the beginning, when I watched her move
across the bar where we met. Since then, I've noticed the
way she moves several times. That night in Evanston, she
showed incredible restraint with that cowboy. I was
afraid she was going to break his arm. I'm quite sure she
could have. I intentionally put myself between her and
the cowboy when he turned with the bottle." John said.

"I wanted to break his arm. He was an asshole... but I
had my own *cowboy*, protecting me." Catarina said.

"How come I never notice stuff like that?" Sheila asked.

"I noticed, because I've had martial arts training. I'm
familiar with the way those folks move. I'd seen it lots
before." John said.

He could see that Catarina was still trembling.

"I'm very sorry, Catarina. I could think of no better way
to make my point. I can see you are trembling from the
shot of adrenaline that your body gave you. I happen to
know a very good cure for that... If you will allow me
the honor of remedying it?" John said, standing and
offering his hand.

She smiled up at him and nodded, taking his hand,
shakily.

Later, they all napped, snuggled together. In the
evening, they got up and dressed. John made a foray into
the nearby woods for some fire wood. He had purchased
several bundles from the general store as well. He drug a
large dry sapling back with him. He carried a small chain
saw in the motor home, but rather than make noise, he
used a bow saw to section the tree. He used the dry store
bought wood to start a nice little camp fire in an old
fire circle. Wondering if they were the very same rocks
he had rested his feet on years before.

Sheila volunteered to make dinner.  John didn't argue,
much to her surprise.

The sun had descended behind the ridge and the
temperature began to drop a bit. Not so much as it had up
higher in the Uinta range, but still chilly. Light
jackets of Second Skin manufacture were donned by all.

John sat sipping a beer. Enjoying the evening as the fire
crackled at his feet and the stars began to come out.

"Penny for your thoughts." said Catarina.

John looked up from the fire. The glow of it on her high
cheek bones and forehead. She looked lovely.

"I was just thinking about previous nights around this
same fire pit. They could be the very same rocks I rested
my feet on years ago." he said.

"You camped here often?" she asked.

"At least once or twice a year. When I came back from
California. I met up with a very nice group of people.
Serious drinking folks, though. But some of the nicest
people I ever knew. We'd camp out several different
spots. Each part of the crowd had their own favorite
spot. We'd alternate between them. This spot was a
favorite of one of the nicest couples." John said.

"You don't see them anymore?" Catarina asked.

"Haven't for years. I'd still consider them good friends
though. We sort of lost touch when I went on the road. I
wasn't a very devoted alcoholic anyway. God, those folks
could drink." John chuckled.

Sheila came out and joined them while dinner was in the
oven. Looking up at the glorious sky, inhaling deeply.

"You know, it's places like this that make you want to
never see another city." she said.

"I know. I never did like cities too much. Except to
visit. I quite enjoyed San Francisco at times." he said.

"Some times. I agree. But not all the time." Sheila said.

"You know. The cities here are so different than those in
Europe. Such hostility in some places, but the people are
very nice when you get them one on one." Catarina said.

"I know. Not the Europe part, never been there yet. But I
understand what you mean about U.S. cities. I don't like
the direction it's going. You should enjoy Salt Lake
City. It's quite clean and friendly as cities go. It has
it's rough and ugly spots, but I imagine that's true for
any large city." John said.

"It's true of every large city I've seen." said Sheila.

"That part is true about every city I have seen as well."
Catarina said.

"At one time I only thought that those areas existed
because of religious repression elsewhere. Like mankind
needed a place to be naughty. But I've since leaned that
every community has their assholes. Those naughty places
wouldn't be so bad without them." John said.

"I quite agree, on both counts..... The stars are
glorious here tonight." Catarina said.

"Yes, they are. I've always enjoyed stargazing in the
mountains.... kind of wished I had a guitar." John said.

"I didn't know you played." Sheila said.

"I used to be pretty good." John said.

"That part, I can believe... so what brought that up?"
Sheila asked.

"Oh, just sitting under the stars around a campfire. The
two seem to go together with a guitar." John said.

"Did you play for your friends you used to camp here
with?" Catarina asked.

"Not much. With that crowd... They were kind of oblivious
to live music. They would hardly notice when a person
finished one song and went on to another. Kind of like
the juke box had just changed tunes." John chuckled.

"Why would that be, I quite enjoy live music." Catarina
said.

"Oh, I think people get so used to listening to popular
music. Only the best bands or musicians make it to the
air. They get so used to hearing a song that took weeks
in a sixteen track studio, that live music sounds a
little rough to them. They expect every accomplished
musician to be able to sit down and play the same song
the same way every time." John said.

"I know what you mean. In the sixties and seventies,
there were street musicians all over San Francisco. They
started thinning out in the eighties. Now you hardly see
them." Sheila said.

"Yes, I think that's sad, too. I quite enjoy the charm of
a solo performer. One of the best times I ever had in San
Francisco, was a big electronics convention. A local
supplier had bought a whole bar in Ghiradelli square for
the night and was serving free roast beef dinners and
free drinks to whomever walked in the door. The staff
were so well paid that they wouldn't even accept a tip! I
figure that night cost them a minimum of sixty thousand
dollars." John said.

"Oh, at least. I know that bar." Sheila said.

"Yeah, anyway, I came out of the bar to hail a cab and
there was a street musician there playing the blues on a
little battery powered amp. It was great. I don't really
remember what he looked like, or what he was playing, but
I remember I enjoyed it immensely." John mused.

"Funny how little moments like that stick with you, years
later." Sheila said.

"You two have given me a lifetime of moments like that."
Catarina said, softly.

John looked at her and squoze her hand.

"We're not through yet, darling. We're not through yet."
he replied.

"Count on that." Sheila added, taking her other hand.

Catarina pulled each hand to her mouth and kissed it
softly. Her eyes misting a bit. Wondering if she'd be
able to keep this relationship.

Time seemed to vanish with their troubles as they held
hands and looked at the stars around the fire. It was
another one of those moments Catarina would always
cherish.

Sheila finally gave Catarina's hand a final squeeze and
released it, saying: "I think dinner should be about
ready."



"Where the hell could they be?" asked the first agent,
"We've hit every piss-pot on the map."

"Not all of them." said the second agent, studying the
map.

"What are we going to do?" asked the first, "Sergei
want's them found!"

The second rubbed his eyes.

"I'll tell you what were going to do: We're going to go
get a room in Salt Lake City and find a good steak and a
beer. Then we're going to get some decent rest." he said,
folding the map.

"Are you nuts?" asked the first.

"No, that's why we're going to do that. What difference
would it make? She has to meet Sergei at one tomorrow.
They have to come into town to do that. The minute they
hit the valley, we acquire them and get a fix on them. By
the time we found them tonight, all we'd hear would be
the cowboy's snoring while we spent another shit night.
If you want to do that, fine, but drop me at a motel in
Salt Lake City." said the second.

"You have a point there.... and a good meal and a bed
does sound good." said the first, heading towards town.



Sergei had reached much the same conclusion. He sat in a
dive, furnished apartment not far from Temple Square in
Salt Lake City. The building was old, but fairly clean. A
damn site cleaner than places he'd spent the night in in
Moscow.

He sipped Stolicina vodka, savoring the flavor. Wondering
why his country exported it's best vodka. Bianca's nude
body lay inert, face down on the bed as she slept. He
surveyed her sleek backside as he pondered the events of
the past few days. A short while before he had taken his
pleasure on her incoherent form. This was not in his
thoughts.

"What's on your mind, Catarina?" he asked himself, "Has
the charm the cowboy used to convert his other operatives
*turned* you? Would that be so hard? With the way you
have been treated? Can you still *feel,* after all the
degradation I saw to it that you experienced? What is it
you are planning? Are you thinking that you can fool me?
You will not find that so easy to do."

Sergei had controlled women all his life. From the time
he was a teenager, perhaps even as a child when he
controlled his mother and two sisters. Their father gone
from the war, they dotted over him as he grew. With time
Sergei turned this dotage to dominance. When he reached
puberty, it was not so hard to turn their affection to
his advantage.  He took both his sisters as often as he
liked. When their mother died, they became his virtual
slaves. He toyed with them, testing the limits of their
affection. He forced them to do unspeakable things to one
another. Along the way he learned a mental trick which
could keep him erect for hours. He used his sisters to
develop the trait. Offering small treats or concessions
as prizes to the one who could trip him over the edge of
orgasm. They would try for hours and agree to all manner
of debauchery to win his praise and prizes.

He learned the limits of their endurance the day he found
them dead by their own hand. Wrapped together nude,
laying on the bed. An empty bottle of sleeping pills by
their side.

Sergei was revolted by their weakness. He took his
pleasure one last time on their lifeless forms and then
left, never to return. Both were pregnant from his
incest. He never learned of this, he wouldn't have cared
anyway.

He joined the military. Hating it at first while they
forged an adult out of his gaunt muscles. His propensity
for dominance eventually emerging in the form of rank. A
liaison with a captains wife contributed to his meteoric
rise. His cunning leading him into intelligence, where
again his quest for dominance turned into an asset. By
the time he was twenty five, he was a captain himself.

Information extracted from a French generals wife led to
his further advancement. Eventually he was assigned
control over espionage activities in Europe. He began to
build a network of enslaved agents, mostly women. Using
blackmail, extortion and coercion with drugs he enslaved
dozens of women to his needs. They returned results that
made his superiors turn a blind eye to his methods. That
had been years ago. Now he had *known* hundreds of women
personally. Perhaps more than a thousand. No, Sergei was
no stranger to the controlling of women.

Yet this Cowboy worried him. He also seemed to have a
great deal of control over women, but his control was
different. His women *smiled*! They seemed to want to be
slaves to his affection. Sergei could not comprehend how
this could be. The first two young women he thought he
understood, from his experience with his sisters. His
personal interest had been peaked when Sheila and the
rest had arrived. Now he sported a virtual harem of
devoted women. All of them seemingly ecstatically happy.

He took enough interest that he took the extremely
dangerous step of actually observing him first hand. He
was well aware that any number of NATO nations would have
loved to get their hands on him. He thought himself
clever enough to avoid detection. Passing through customs
in Atlanta with a drugged girl at his side. Whenever
questions were put to her, he would explain that she
didn't speak the language. Her incomprehension helped
foster this explanation.

He'd left her under the watchful eye of his assistants,
in a motel in Myrtle Beach South Carolina, with
instructions to keep her on the edge of coherency while
he went to observe the Cowboy in a bar. He sent one of
his best teams of women to discover what they could about
him and his travels. They had never worked as a team
before, but this didn't seem to affect their performance.
They didn't bat an eye when he instructed them to pose as
bisexuals. Normally, he used them singly to obtain
financial information from the many business men who
visited the Cayman Islands. He held each in his grip by
control of large bank accounts he was supposed to be
managing for them. Money neither one would see. They
mostly thought of it as a game. Each task leading to a
larger mythical balance in their accounts. They were
quite good at extracting information from men.

Sergei watched them, and the Cowboy at work that night.
He listened attentively to every word and action. Cowboy
was a very smooth operator. Seemingly indifferent, not to
their advances, but to the outcome of them. He was
attentive and flattering, but not to the degree of
showing need. He simply acted like he enjoyed their
company and affections. Taking their seeming bi-sexual
actions as if they were quite natural. In fact, later, he
encouraged and educated them where they lacked specific
knowledge.

The result had startled Sergei. While they had adroitly
obtained and delivered the contents of cowboys safe, the
next day he had discovered them wrapped around each other
in the throws of a real bi-sexual exploration. He had
attempted to join in. They were *indifferent* to *his*
actions. Even repulsed by him.

They were useless to Sergei any longer. He sent them back
to the Cayman Islands. Making a last visit to them, he
left them each with several large heroin suppositories
inserted. Taking them after they expired, as he had his
sisters.

Now he observed the sleeping form of Bianca. He had the
same eventual intention in mind for her and her sister,
after he extracted an extremely valuable bit of
information that he was certain Catarina held the key to.

"No, Catarina. You are too valuable a prize to let slip
away from me now." he said to himself as he removed his
robe and started towards her sister again.

She hardly noticed when he entered her. Another opium
suppository numbing her body. He only had one more with
him, more could be easily obtained, but one more would
suffice through the meeting the next day.



After dinner, John had strung a large, rope hammock
between two trees, sideways to the fire. All three of
them lay in it, gazing at the stars, slowly swinging back
and forth to the sound of the gurgling brook. The women
were snuggled to either side of him. From time to time
they would kiss or caress one another. John's hands
rested just beneath their breasts on either side. His
mind was on something else.

"John?" Catarina said.

"Yes, love." he replied.

"Do you think my sister will be alright?" she asked.

"I think so. I'm going to do my best to make it so. Don't
worry, there's a lot of good people working on your
side." he said.

She kind of shivered and snuggled to him.

"Why don't you two go snuggle in the bed." he suggested.

"You aren't coming?" Sheila asked.

"Not for a while yet. I have some thinking to do. Don't
be alarmed if you hear the car. I'm just going to the
mouth of the valley to upload a message or two." he said.

"Don't be too late. You know we have an early morning."
Sheila told him.

"I won't. Have a nice snuggle." he said.

"I was hoping to snuggle to you, too." Catarina said.

"I won't be long. About an hour and a half." John said.

"Okay... be careful." Sheila said.

They both kissed him deeply before they retired. John
snagged his laptop and sitting by the fire, by the light
of a camp lantern he typed several messages. One to
Howdy, and one each to Theresa, Sally and Cindy and Kevin
at the silo.

He climbed in the compact and drove to the mouth of the
valley as he said. He left his cellular on and when it
acquired, he stopped and uploaded the messages. A
response came back almost instantly from Howdy,
acknowledging his transmission and promising his
response. Next came a joint message from Cindy and Kevin.
Last came a response from Theresa, at school. When he
didn't receive a confirmation from Sally for twenty
minutes, he used his cellular to dial hers. Finally a
sleepy voice came on the line.

"Sally?" he asked.

"No, this is Jean. Is that John?" Jean asked.

"Yes, where's Sally?" he asked.

"Sally's asleep with our host in the other room." Jean
said, "I just happened to get up to use the bathroom and
heard her cellular.".

"I forgot the weekend was coming. Ah, I sent a message to
Sally's E-mail. Does she have her laptop with her?" John
asked.

"Yes. You told her to always carry it. She does." Jean
replied.

"Good. Could you wake her up and have her read it?" he
asked.

"I guess so, what's up?" she said.

"I'd rather she read the message... I don't like
*phones*." John said.

"Alright. Do you want to hang on?" she asked.

"No, have her reply by E-mail." John said.

"Okay.... is everything alright?" Jean asked.

"Should be. Just have her read the message." John said.

"Alright. I love you." she said.

"I love you too. Kiss Sally and your host for me. I've
got to go now. Bye." he said.

"I will. Bye." she responded.

About ten minutes latter, Sally's reply came over his
laptop; wishing for a further explanation, but promising
her compliance.

Satisfied he had done all he could, John drove back to
the camp, banked the fire and slipped into bed with the
two lovelies.

"Everything alright?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, everything should be fine now." he responded.

She snuggled to him and he kissed her, rolling her onto
him. Catarina stirred and joined in.

By dawn Howdy had a squad of men stationed around the
silo and extra agents on both Theresa and Sally, watching
the grounds of the actresses estate. Luckily, Candice,
Judy and Mae were at the silo.

Chapter  85

Catarina stirred first to the sound of birds singing
their morning song. John and Sheila's warm bodies
snuggled to her side.

Aware that it might be her last time with them, she set
about waking them, using her warm mouth and fingers
between them to initiate their response. She was well
rewarded for her actions.

Some two hours later, they broke camp. Policing the area
first. They personally had scattered nothing, but they
packed up some cans and garbage that some teenagers had
left. John left a note of thanks on the owners gate with
another fifty dollars in it.

He had made his final instructions to Catarina as they
broke camp. She had been complacent when he had her
insert the locator suppository that Howdy had supplied
her. She carried a capsule that would serve the same
purpose for her sister. She would hide it in her mouth
when she met Sergei. John had her practice talking with
it tucked in her cheek. If she got the chance, she would
try to pass it to her sister with instructions to swallow
it. John made her swallow her own, besides the protection
of the suppository. Each contained a powerful chemical
battery. Once a special signal was received, they would
emit a burst of apparently random noise, several times an
hour. To all but the most sophisticated computer
analysis, it would alternately appear as characteristic
noise of either an appliance, or a car ignition. Once
initiated, they would last seventy-two hours.

His instructions to Theresa and Sally had been to take
similar precautions. Sally and Jean were to remain on the
actresses estate and Theresa in her apartment until Kevin
came to take her to the silo.

John had reasoned that Sergei, if he suspected a double
cross, or that he had lost Catarina, would try to get at
him personally. The most effective way to do that, was to
get at the ones he loved. Those at the silo were fairly
secure, but not totally. Their biggest protection came
from the fact that Sergei thought it  was a real
biological or chemical weapons lab. Had it been, security
would have been *very* tight and fortifications very hard
to penetrate. Thus, those outside; Theresa or Sally, as
the others were all at the silo.

John didn't like it a damn bit, but his precautions were
the best he could do in the situation he was in. He would
be very happy when it was all over with and he could go
back to the relative normalcy of living with... -what was
shaping up to be- a dozen women. The absurdity of the
thought was downright humorous, if John had been in a
humorous mood.

His stoic attitude when he was preparing to go meet Nick,
was nothing like he felt at the moment. Nick had been an
untrained, ignorant asshole. Sergei was a very well
trained, very well educated asshole. He forced himself to
keep his mood light for Catarina's sake. Sheila knew him
better than that. She fought to keep her own resultant
pensiveness hidden.

Catarina seemed calm as they took the drive out of the
valley. The compact once again hitched to it's carrier.

John passed through the center of the small community,
past a large, shallow pond that served as the public park
and swimming hole for the kids and then past the general
store gas station and out of town. After a few miles of
highway bordered by farms, he came to the main highway.
Traffic was much heavier, it now being the weekend. Lines
of utility vehicles towing fishing boats passed by on the
way to the Deer Creek reservoir loading ramp.

When a gap appeared John gunned the big engine and swung
into the traffic stream, heading down Provo canyon.

A short while later he passed by the cut off of the other
road they might have taken the previous evening. He
shivered thinking of taking the motor home over the
Alpine loop. Lots of hard hairpins and narrow road. They
could have made it as far as Sundance ski resort. The
rest of the way it was not uncommon for compact cars to
have to pull over to let another pass from the other
direction.

With the traffic, the drive down the canyon was slow, but
hair raising. Smaller cars trying to zip around slower
traffic, gaining one car lengths position in life and
making knuckles white on both sides of the highway. The
respectable sized Provo river paralleling their journey.

When he reached Bridal Veil falls he pulled over out of
traffic. For one reason to share it's splendor with both
Sheila and Catarina. A long thin cascade of water, many
hundreds of feet high.

He checked his laptop and then turned to Catarina.

"This is the last chance we will have before we're bound
to be monitored. I just wanted to show you how much I've
come to care for you in the short while we've been
together." he said.

She smiled at him and moved into his arms. Their kiss
lasted a long, long time. Followed by Sheila's, which
lasted even longer.

Shaky, but content, Catarina reached for a seat when she
was finally released.

"Okay, that... said. Any questions?" John asked.

"No, I think I've got it all." Catarina said.

"Well, best of luck to you. Remember, a lot of good
people are behind you. Both physically, and in our
hearts. I love you very much." John said.

"And I as well." Sheila added.

"And I love you both, more than I ever loved anybody
before. No matter how it works out, I will always
treasure these few days." Catarina said, tears forming.

"Well, enough of the mushy stuff, lets get'er did." John
said, returning to the drivers seat.



Sergei ate a leisurely breakfast an aid had brought him,
making certain that Bianca ate some. She was moody and
depressed. That would change soon enough.

"Why do you keep me like this?" she managed to ask.

"Like what?" Sergei asked, taking a bite of a bagel.

"Drugged up." she said.

Sergei followed his bite with a sip of coffee before
answering.

"I'm quite certain you remember what it was like when I
couldn't find any for you." he said.

Bianca kind of shivered and nodded. Her body already
beginning to crave more of the drug.

"How long will this last?" she asked.

"Just a short time longer. I have been arranging for a
cure for you. Our scientists have found a blocking agent
that alleviates the withdrawal symptoms. It was too
experimental to use on you before. But cheer up. You will
get to see your sister today." Sergei said.

Bianca looked up at him sharply.

"Catarina is here?"

Sergei nodded, but said: "She will be soon. She arranged
to meet me this afternoon."

"And what have you got her *doing* for you?" Bianca asked
suspiciously.

"Why, nothing. In fact in the past week, she has been
having a lovely time. Traveling with a rich man and
beautiful woman, making love to her hearts content."
Sergei said, innocently.

"Who?" she asked.

"You would remember him. From the tapes we all had so
much fun to." Sergei chuckled.

Bianca shivered.

"The man you call *cowboy*?" she asked.

"I told you not to call him that. His name is John. John
Stevens." Sergei replied.

"And the woman?" she asked.

"Sheila Jacobs. The big breasted older blonde from the
tapes." he said.

Bianca looked at him with more than suspicion. She well
knew he was up to something. He always was.

"What is she *really* doing with them?" she asked.

"Just as I said. Would you like to hear a tape of one of
their love sessions. I found it quite erotic... in fact.
The very thought of it makes me want a little something
to start the day off right with." Sergei said, opening
his robe.

Bianca looked at him in revulsion.

"I am really not in the mood, Sergei." she said, bravely,
knowing what was to come.

"Oh, but I think you are. It is so little a price to pay,
is it not?" he said, producing the last suppository for
her gaze.

The look in her eyes changed subtlety, and Sergei knew
she was his. A slave to his every whim.

She dropped her eyes to the table, sighing. Tears forming
in her eyes as she sank to her knees before him.

"That's my girl." he half moaned.

Later, she was complacent when he led her back to the
bed.

He used her to his heart's content. Keeping the
suppository in sight, but out of her grasp. He knew her
in every way. Enjoying her anguished whimpers of pain.
Only when she was beyond caring did he flip her over and
teasingly insert the suppository. Indulging himself as he
kneaded and played with her cheeks while it dissolved.

After a time she kind of giggled. Sergei rolled her over.

Her eyes were glazed and distant. Then came his real fun.
He took her roughly for a time, squeezing her breasts
hard. Undoubtedly leaving bruises. He brought himself to
the edge, and then he changed. Using her to practice his
mind trick. Making long slow strokes for almost an hour.
Had she been able to feel or care, she might even have
enjoyed that part. When he was dripping sweat all over
her, he changed again. Driving hard and fast for another
twenty minutes before he began slamming viciously into
her. This lasted fully another five minutes. Finally he
groaned and shuddered atop her. She was beyond noticing.
Sergei collapsed upon her and stayed that way.

"I will *never* let you go." he said to himself.

Bianca was oblivious to his words.



As John crested the ridge at the point of the mountain
coming into the Salt Lake Valley from the South his
laptop beeped once. The women looked at him and he moved
his finger to his lips. They nodded.



"Hey shit head. Wake up, we're rolling." said the first
agent.

"You acquired signal?" asked the second agent, groggily.

"Yeah, from the South. Must have been camped in one of
those spots we didn't think they would go to." said the
first.

"Wasn't any place up there for them *to* camp at, except
the Sundance parking lot And we checked it. You saw that
god awful road heading out of it. I was lucky to get
turned around in a car." said the second, pulling his
pants on.

"Whatever. Maybe they teleported. It doesn't matter.
We're on them." said the first.

"Yeah, yeah. Any coffee?" asked the second.

"You can get a cup at the corner." said the first.

"Where are they?" asked the second.

"First words I heard was Cowboy answering Catarina's
question about what the prison was. So way at the South
end of the valley. Probably on I-15. That would put them
here in about fifteen minutes." said the first.

"Not if they're working on that damn freeway again today.
We could sit down for a slow breakfast. Maybe take in a
round of golf. " the second chuckled, pulling on his
shoes.

"It's Saturday. No roadwork. Come on, lets move." said
the first.

"You sure got a hard-on for pleasing Sergei." said the
second, grabbing his few things and stuffing them in an
overnight case.

"I seem to recall a little blonde baby girl it was you
who had a hard-on for." said the first.

"She is sixteen." snapped the second.

"Close enough to a baby, and you won't nail her fucking
around here." said the first, packing up the last of the
equipment.

"So lets move then." said the second, heading out the
door with his bag.

The first picked up the equipment and made a quick visual
survey of the double bedded room for any of his few
socks. Seeing nothing he headed for the car. They didn't
bother turning the key in.

They snagged two cups of coffee at the corner gas station
mini-store and staged on the on-ramp while they sipped at
them. The instant the motor home passed the first agent
gunned the gas and slipped into traffic behind them.



"I am sure going to miss you folks. I had a good time."
Catarina said, easily.

"Yeah, it was fun. Too bad we're going separate
directions from here. Sure you won't change your mind?"
John asked.

"No, I promised my friend I would meet her in Barstow
California in two days." Catarina said.

"A shame. Perhaps you will both be coming back this way?
You've got our number. The more the merrier." Sheila
said.

"Perhaps we will. I can not say. I do not know what she
has in mind for me." Catarina said.

"Oh, I could guess that part pretty easily." John
chuckled.

"Me too." Sheila giggled. She tickled Catarina's side and
she laughed.

"Where you want off?" John asked.

"The best place to rent a car." Catarina said.

"That would be the airport. Works for us..... that's
about a half hour away if you two would like to climb
into the back." John chuckled.

"You horny old fart... I would love to, but I have a long
drive ahead of me. You did *not* let me get much sleep
last night. I would not dare drive." Catarina said.

"Can I help it if the sight of two women getting it on
stokes my boiler?" John laughed.

"I recall you did some *stoking* of your own.... Really,
I had a very nice time with you folks. I might make a
point of coming back this way." Catarina said.



"She's sure feeding them a line of shit today. Maybe she
will deliver." said the first agent.

"Maybe." said the second, listening to the banter in the
motor home.

"Well, we have acquisition and a destination. Better give
Sergei a call." said the first agent.

"If they take the cut off ahead." said the second.

"Suit yourself." said the first.

The motor home peeled off at the I-215 ramp.

The second agent dialed Sergei's cellular from his own.

Sergei was in the middle of a nightmare. His sisters had
him tied to a bed and had cut his wrists. They were
arguing at the foot of the bed who would have the first
shot at him when he expired. Great pools of blood soaked
the sheet on either side of him. He was helpless to stop
them.

The ringing of his cellular phone brought him awake in a
cold sweat. Bianca still slumbered next to him.

"What?" he answered angrily.

"I have located one of those recreation vehicles you were
interested in." said the voice.

"Where?" he said.

"You could probably see it at the airport in about a half
hour if you were interested." said the second agent.

"Excellent, I may do that. And the disposition of the
goods?" Sergei asked.

"I think we could wrap up the whole package for a
reasonable price." said the agent.

"You'll get it. Go for it." Sergei said.

"Thank you. We will. Bye." said the agent, signing off.



"I don't like the sound of that." Howdy said.

Almost as soon as the agents had acquired John, Howdy's
men had acquired the Russians. Using two very
sophisticated vans on loan from the FCC. Using a computer
link, they could triangulate the position of a
transmitter in about three tenths of a second. Once
locked, it would instantly notice any other emissions
from  the source location. The cellular phone had been
tagged right away.

"Where do you think they'll make their move?" asked an
agent.

"At the airport. I think we should have a little
reception committee waiting for them right after John
passes." Bill said.

"Can do. The highway patrol promised complete
cooperation. It looks good on their record." chuckled the
agent, making his own cellular call.

"They pull this off right, I can promise them a
Presidential citation." Howdy mused.

The agent nodded as the connection was made.



"We're on." said the second agent, digging out a bag.

"Outstanding! I'm going to enjoy popping that yo-yo."
said the first.

"Only if we can't secure the bitch and her package any
other way." said the second, opening the bags and
removing parts which at the moment didn't resemble the
deadly weapons they were.

"Well, I couldn't think of any other way." mocked the
first.

"Well you'd better start. If you fuck this up for me,
I'll shoot you myself." said the second, assembling the
weapons.

"Once we secure the package, Sergei won't give a fuck
what we do." said the first.

"That's true enough. But lets secure the fucker first.
And he said under no circumstances should we harm
Catarina." said the second.

"Pity, I'd love to pop her too." said the first.



John's cellular phone rang. Sheila answered it.

"Hello?"

"Hi, I'm a wrong number. Read your mail. *click*.." she
heard.

"I'm sorry, you have the wrong number. There's nobody
here by the name of *Bill*." she said, ending the call.

"Damn wrong numbers, wonder how much that one will cost
us?" Sheila said, moving to the sink and turning it on.
She turned to the lap top and punched in her code.
Retrieving the message.

She de-scrambled it and read it, then carried the lap top
forward for John to read. He glanced at the display.

"*When you reach the airport, DO NOT STOP until you reach
the United Terminal on the far side. You will be met.
Stay low and give us time to get the ants off your back.
They have instructions concerning YOU.*"

John nodded and returned his eyes to the road. Sheila
wiped the message and turned off the water.

"Honey, I'm feeling kind of dry. Why don't you mix me up
a drink. That special one, what was it called? The
*python?*" John asked.

"Shouldn't drink and drive... especially in this state.
But I guess it won't matter. We can get some lunch at a
restaurant in the airport" Sheila said, moving to a
hidden compartment and opening it.



"That's right, asshole. Make yourself nice and slow."
said the first agent.



Sheila clinked around with an ice tray and turned on the
sink, breaking open the .357 and checking it. She reached
into the compartment and pulled out another cartridge,
inserting it into the empty chamber. She quietly closed
the weapon and gently lowered the hammer to half-cock
safety. Clinking a glass of ice water, she moved forward
and slipped the weapon onto the center console where John
could easily reach it. Signaling him with a thumb and a
whole hand he had six rounds.

John nodded and smiled at her, giving her a thumbs up.
Then he pointed at the two of them and motioned towards
the bedroom in the rear. Catarina caught it.

"You know, an hour or two will not matter much. I was
thinking about that offer you made... Why don't you and I
slip into the back like John suggested." she said,
looking scared.

"That sounds like a lovely idea. Once he finds a parking
place for this beast, maybe he'll join us." Sheila said,
taking Catarina by the hand and leading her into the
back.



"Perfect. Maybe after we pop the cowboy we can pop his
lady while the bitch watches." said the first agent.

"No time for that kind of shit." said the second.

"Pity, she had a nice set of tits." said the first.

"So you can look at them on the way out the door." said
the second.

"By then she'll have an extra hole in them." chuckled the
first.



The highway patrol was already at the other end of the
airport, directing outgoing traffic North out of the
airport when John took the exit inbound. Two unmarked
cars sat at opposite ends of a wide observation area on
the road into the airport. As soon as John and his tail
passed by, the first burned rubber backing behind them,
blocking further traffic into the airport. As soon as
John passed, the second attempted to do the same and cut
off the tail. It stalled halfway out.



"What the fuck?" cried the first agent.

"It's a setup!... Hit it! We make the hit and get the
fuck out of here!" screamed the second.

The first stomped the gas pedal, grazing the second
police car and careening past it. Now gaining speed on
John.

John saw the missed attempt at the cut off in the mirror
and gunned the motor home.

"He's onto us." said the first agent, "Better warn
Sergei."

The second grabbed his cellular and hit a speed dial
button.



"Outgoing call on target." said an agent in the FCC
control van.

"Block it!" Bill said.

"Number already dialed, but I can dead carrier it." said
the agent, moving to do it.

"Do it!" Howdy said.

"Done." said the agent.

"Can you drop the cell site?" Bill asked.

"It would only re-acquire on a second site. Better as it
is." said the agent.

"Don't let a word through then." Bill said, nervously.

"I won't... ringing." said the agent.

"Can you acquire azimuth on second phone?" Bill asked.

"As soon as it answers." said the agent.



Sergei was dressed and attempting to get a drugged Bianca
into her clothes and coherent enough to walk when his
cellular rang. He was expecting a call, but not this
soon. He answered it and got dead silence.



"Got him... First and Third East. About one fifteen
South." said the agent.

"Can you kill it now?" asked Bill.

"Not without letting sound through." said the agent.

"Then let it be." Howdy said.



Sergei looked at his phone puzzled, and then shrugged and
shut it.



"Connection broken on receive end." the agent said.

"Shut down the sending phone then. Turn the fucker off."
Bill said.

"Done. It's dead as far as the cell sites are concerned."
said the agent.



Airport security now had all the exits from the terminal
blocked. Confused crowds backing up behind the doors.
Others were keeping people in the parking plaza. Those at
the curb were being called inside.

John rounded the bend in front of the airport doing
fifty. Doing his best to dodge the tail end of the
passengers ignoring the calls from the security guards.
Laying on the horn, he just missed one and did send his
luggage flying. The startled passenger jumped out of the
way and turned as a second car came speeding past.

Seeing this, the other passengers in the loading zone all
dove for the curb just before John passed them.

He passed by two sections until he came to the *United
Airlines* terminal, seeing  a group of police at the end
he aimed for the curb and laid on the brakes. The compact
behind him attempted to jack knife and the hitch let go.
The compact -now free and pilotless- jumped the curb and
headed for the police, who scattered in it's path.

"Fucking phones down!" shouted the second agent.

"Forget it. We go!" shouted the first.

He skidded to a halt just in front of the motor home and
the two men jumped out with their weapons.

"On the floor, drivers side!" shouted John back to the
women as he grabbed the python and headed toward the
rear.

The second  Russian agent laid down a burst of fire to
keep the police down as the first rounded the corner and
made for the door of the motor home.

The sound of automatic weapons was answered by screams of
panic and bedlam erupting inside the terminal. Half the
passengers surged backwards as the other half surged
forwards to see what it was all about. Those in the
middle trying to protect themselves from two directions
at once.

The first agent found the handle of the motor home and
twisted the handle. It was locked. He took a step back
and fired a burst into the handle, which was replaced by
a ragged hole. He reached into the hole and yanked the
door open.

John had just rounded the corner into the bedroom. Seeing
the women cowering against the bed where he told them to
be, he spun just as the first agent came. John's hand
began to rise with his weapon, pulling the hammer his
back with his thumb.

The months of practice he'd spent practicing at the silo
triggered John's automatic actions. His weapon came up as
the first agent began a burst of fire in his direction.
It splintered the wood in front of John the moment the
python cracked loudly. Then there was silence from the
first agent -falling- a neat little hole smack dab
between his eyes and a yucky *Technicolor* mess all over
behind him.

Outside the police recovered sufficiently to return fire.
Most had never fired their weapons on duty, but a full-
auto barrage at them removed any trepidation they might
have felt. About seven weapons boomed in staccato and the
second gunman tried to spin in multiple directions
simultaneously as four 9mm slugs tore through him. He
sagged and fell against the curb.

"Fuck!" he said, "Now I'll never get that blonde."

Then there was silence.

Several of the more seasoned officers recovered and
tumbled towards the scene. One kicked the odd looking
weapon away from the second agent while two more staged
on either side of the motor home door. One nodded to the
other and the second quickly stuck his head in to find
the black hole at the end of a python looking him between
the eyes from a prone man laying in the doorway at the
rear.

He yanked his head back and screamed: "POLICE OFFICER,
LAY DOWN YOUR WEAPON!"

"It's down. If I hadn't seen your badge you'd look like
that other fucker." came the shaky reply.

The officer was a bit more hesitant this time as he
slowly peeked inside once more. John lay face down with
his hands fully visible. His weapon well in front of him,
out of reach. He was shaking.

The officer bounded inside and kicked the weapon away
from John. Who made not a suspicious move. More poured
into the door.

The first officer cautiously stuck his head around the
corner and found two women's heads peaking from behind
the bed.

"Put your hands where I can see them!" he shouted at the
women.

Sheila and Catarina shakily complied.

"We're the ones you're supposed to be protecting, idiot!"
John said into the carpet.

"We'll sort that out when I'm sure it's secure." said the
officer, moving to the side and covering the women while
he stuck his head into the bath to check it.

"Clear!" he called. Then there were cops all over.



Once they let John produce his identification -while
covered by four guns- John became the hero of the day.

"Nailed the son of a bitch right between the eyes!" one
cop was heard telling another.

John sat on the curb shaking, a bottle of 20 year old
Laphroaig scotch in his hand. Catarina and Sheila leaning
against either side of him, in a daze, also shaking.

A gung-ho rookie came up and said: "Excuse me sir. You
can't have an open alcoholic container in a public
place."

John rolled his eyes to look at him just as a veteran
sergeant snagged the rookie.

"Leave him be, son. He's alright. Go see to that crowd.
And keep them reporters away." he said.

The rookie looked at him in question, but did as he was
ordered.

The sergeant entered the motor home and returned with
three glasses.

"Better for the reporters" he said, stooping in front of
John and snagging the bottle from John.

He set the glasses down and poured three hefty shots into
them. He handed one to John, who took it indifferently.

"Good stuff." The sergeant said, handing the other two
glasses to the women.

They took them, without interest at the moment.

The sergeant stood with the bottle and looked down at
John.

"First time?" he asked.

John looked at him and nodded, wearily.

The sergeant nodded and took the bottle back into the
motor home.

The detectives started climbing on his shit about it
being a crime scene and he spun on them.

"Listen assholes, that guy out there just nailed this
fucker cold and undoubtedly saved both women's lives and
his own. Not to mention that if he hadn't, this guy would
have been shooting at *us* next, to get away. Now let him
have his fucking drink!" he spat at them.

He walked back out and John was looking at the motor
home.

"I didn't know a head would blow up like that." he said.

"Hollow points do that. They expand after they enter.
Probably a good thing you had one. I've seen guys get
nailed in the head and keep on coming." said the
sergeant.

"Hollow point?" John asked, confused, "I had it loaded
with 38 specials."

"Never saw a *special* do that." the sergeant replied.

"Must have been that last one I loaded." Sheila said.

John nodded.

"Yeah, I had a box of hollow points in the cabinet." he
said, looking at the ground.

"For what it's worth... It gets a little easier with
time." said the sergeant.

John took a deep breath and let it out slow.

"I'm not sorry I did it. He was hell bent on doing it to
all of us... But I don't like taking a life." he said.

"Yeah, I know... Anybody I can call for you?" asked the
sergeant.

"Should be on his way." John said.

Just then a detective stuck his head out the door of the
motor home.

"Hey, your computer is beeping. How do I shut it off?" he
asked.

John sighed.

"That's probably him now." he said, "I'll get it, you
need a special code."

He hugged the women momentarily and got wearily to his
feet. Heading for the motor home.

"What kind of computer is that? I never saw one like it
before." said the detective.

"Government issue. Please. This is confidential. I can't
let you see." John said.

"Now just a minute. I'm in charge here. I'll decide what
I see and what I don't." said the detective, indignantly.

John flipped him his government ID and said: "Not anymore
you're not! And the balls to back this up are one the way
here with the local head of the FBI . In fact you *all*
better clear out."

They stood looking at him.

"NOW! or heads will roll tomorrow!" John said, turning to
his laptop.

The detectives looked at each other and then filed out.

The sergeant, who had witnessed it all, chuckled to
himself. Whoever this guy was, they certainly didn't want
to be fucking with him.

John called in his E-mail and de-scrambled it.

"Cavalry on way, ETA 5 min. Sorry bout the mess. Bill."

John wiped the screen and shut down the laptop. He didn't
look at the mess as he exited and pushed the door shut.

He walked back to the curb and sat down again between
Sheila and Catarina.

Within 5 minutes the place was crawling with federal
agents.

Howdy greeted them. He stuck his head into the motor home
and looked around then came back shaking his head.

"You were right. Sergei was suspicious and tried to hit
you." he said.

"I'm sorry I fucked it up." John said.

"What are you talking about?" Bill asked.

"I screwed up the drop. When I stayed incommunicado last
night. He got suspicious." John said.

"On the contrary. You nailed his ass to the wall. He's in
jail right now. We picked him up as soon as this shit
started." Howdy said.

Catarina looked up startled: "My sister?" she asked,
worried.

"In the hospital. Starting her recovery from the drugs he
had her on." he said.

Catarina launched herself at him and hugged him fiercely,
tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh, THANK YOU!" she said, and kissed him.

"On what charge?" John asked.

"Conspiracy to commit murder, Conspiracy to commit
espionage, Kidnapping, trafficking in drugs, resisting
arrest and assaulting a federal officer." Howdy said,
when Catarina finally released him.

John was next on her hit list.

"You said she was a hot one." Howdy chuckled.

"So it's over." John said, holding Catarina's embrace to
calm her a bit.

"Yup. Done deal. No snags. Took out several dozen agents
elsewhere too."   Howdy said.

"Sally?" John asked.

"Safe and secure. Nailed six agents moving in on the
actresses estate. Clean take down. No bodies." Bill said.

"Theresa?" John asked, now very concerned.

Howdy sighed.

"Okay. Shaken up a bit. Kevin took down two before he
took a shoulder hit. Our agents took the rest down."

"The silo?" John asked.

"Never approached." Bill said.

"So we're out of the spy business?" Sheila asked.

"Yup. And hero's to boot." Howdy said.

"Outstanding!" she said, hugging John.

"When can I go home?" John asked.

"If you'll just follow me back to the command vehicle,
we'll tape your statements. Then there's a fairly
reputable helicopter service across the airport. Your
*personal* pilot will be down for a while." Bill said.

"Kevin's okay?" John asked.

"Yeah, took it clean through muscle. No bone. Should be
up and around in a week and stiff for six to nine
months." Howdy said as they walked.

Catarina and Sheila on either side of him. Oblivious to
news camera's rolling around them. Tears of joy running
down Catarina's cheeks. Tears of relief running down
Sheila's. Without thought, John kissed each one of them
on the cheek.

Howdy winced to himself. Knowing how it would look on the
evening news.

The taped interviews took almost no time. There wasn't
much to tell. Sheila and Catarina had virtually nothing
to tell, except to confirm that the pair had trailed them
across Montana, Wyoming and Utah. Recounting their
spotting of one of them on their walk.

John told of his tail while he fished, and the story of
the deer and the DNR agent. Then of his warning from Bill
and his preparation and actions when he learned of their
danger. Lastly he recounted the last few seconds; the mad
dash for safety, the car screeching to a halt across his
bow and seeing the agents jump out armed, hearing the
shots outside as he hit the lock on the door and dove
into the back. His warning to the women, the burst of
fire at his lock and the sudden presence of an armed man
inside the motor home and his superb defense of the women
and himself.

"Well, you performed valiantly. I have no doubt you would
all have been dead had you not dropped him when you did."
Howdy said, turning off the camera.

"I'm not so sure. Myself and maybe Sheila, but I think
their goal was to secure Catarina and the information."
John said.

"I don't know that Sergei was so sentimental about
Catarina. She's lovely, but Sergei's not the sentimental
type." Howdy said.

"Not for that reason. I think he had other motives for
keeping her alive." John said, absently.

"I don't know what, but you could be right. Well, lets
get you over to that helicopter service." Howdy said.

"Could you clear it to have us flown to the hospital, I
think Catarina would very much like to see her sister."
John said.

"Of course. I'll arrange it." Bill answered.

John sat in the back of the command vehicle on a bench
seat, the women snuggled to him, fighting the last of
their shakes. His arms around each of them protectively
as they passed through the gathered throng. News cameras
thrust against the windows.

They landed at the helipad at the hospital. Catarina was
directed to her sisters location. John and Sheila tagging
behind. After Catarina went in to see her sister, John
snagged the doctor on her case, showing his ID.

"Excuse me doctor. May I ask the type of drugs she was
kept on?"

"Opiates. Probably opium suppositories. Luckily we found
no trace of heroin or other drugs." replied the doctor.

"And the treatment?" John asked.

"Probably Methadone, it's the most tried and true." said
the doctor.

"Addict her to another substance?" John asked, dubiously.

"It may not be the best, but we don't presently know a
better way." sighed the doctor.

"Tell me, I know the body shuts off natural production of
endorphins when a person takes opiates, do you know how
long it takes the body to start producing them again once
the outside stimulus is removed?" John asked.

"You're exceptionally well informed.... Actually, quite
soon. The hard part is getting them over the initial
withdrawal. We could keep them sedated for that period,
but the craving will remain." the doctor explained.

"May I make a suggestion.... " John began.



The women rode with John on the trip to the silo. Howdy
had made arrangements for Catarina to be shuttled back
and forth between the silo and the hospital by chopper
each day for the duration of Bianca's hospitalization.

When the chopper set down, women poured out in number to
greet them. The chopper pilot was stunned by the plethora
of stunning bodies around him. He was nervous about their
presence around the spinning blades, but none approached
the tail rotor or raised their hands as they poured in to
grab bags and greet occupants.

The pilot sat in awe as John greeted each one in the same
passionate manner. He was more than a little surprised
when Sheila did the same. Several even greeted Catarina
in this manner, making her feel *very* welcome.

Cindy stood by the door, her hands on her shapely hips,
shaking her head and giggling.

After the chopper departed John led Catarina towards the
silo.

"I tell you not to bring any home, so what do you do?"
Cindy chuckled." Okay, just one more, but that's it!"

John held up two fingers. Cindy grinned and nodded,
moving into his arms.

When she finally let him breath again, John said: "Two,
and then that's the end of it. I have a special favor to
ask of my lovelies.  Oh, Catarina Rothschild, this is my
fianc�e, Cindy."

Cindy turned to her and smiled radiantly.

"*Very* pleased to meet you, Catarina. Welcome to our
home.  I swear, John. I'm glad you're out of the spy
business. I don't think my blood pressure could handle
any more stunning women like her." Cindy chuckled.

"Thank You, Cindy. I have been so looking forward to
meeting you." Catarina said, extending her hand.

"Wow, lovely voice too. And such diction!" Cindy said,
using the extended hand to pull Catarina into an extended
embrace.

"An excellent role model for the triplets, huh? Lets get
inside, I think that's a news chopper tailing us." John
said.

Cindy kissed Catarina quickly, but warmly before turning
to John.

"You okay?" she asked, putting her arm around him, while
retaining her hold of Catarina.

John nodded.

"Yes, surprisingly so. I just want to get comfortable and
relax in private." John said.

"You might find that difficult, you've got a whole passel
of women hot for your company." Cindy chuckled as they
entered the silo.

"That's what I call relaxing, in *style*." John chuckled.

"Welcome home, lover." Cindy bubbled, kissing his cheek,
then turning.

"Now, Catarina. Looks like the triplets, Candice, Mae and
Judy have snagged Sheila for the night and Theresa
*desperately* needs to spend time with John. Looks like
I'm in need of someone to welcome home. May I offer you
my company for the night?" Cindy asked.

Catarina was taken aback, but recovered quickly. "Yes,
that would be lovely, as you are... Thank you. I was
quite hoping to spend time with John as well." she said,
tears moving to her eyes.

"Your first French lesson." John chuckled.

Catarina blushed crimson.

"I'm quite certain that John can work us into his
schedule after Theresa's calmer...... *French?*" Cindy
asked, puzzled.

John nodded to both parts.

"You'll find out." he chuckled.

Chapter  86

Theresa was as hot as John expected her to be, and then
some. She had almost raped him on sight. Flying into his
arms and hugging and kissing him like there was no
tomorrow.

John queried Cindy: "You'll take *good* care of our
guest?"

"Most delightedly." Cindy replied.

Sheila and the rest of the brood had already vanished for
some *advanced* debauchery.

John snagged a deep kiss and hug from Cindy and then
turned to Catarina, receiving the same. Cindy sat back,
appraising.

"You two *will* join us later?" John asked Catarina and
Cindy.

"Wouldn't miss it." said Cindy.

"I am quite looking forward to it, yes." Catarina
replied.

John allowed himself to be led off before Theresa raped
him on the spot.

Cindy turned to Catarina, who suddenly felt very
uncomfortable.

"Okay, darling. I know this must feel very uncomfortable
for you and certainly unfamiliar, if not more than a
little unusual. Probably all the above. So why don't we
have a nice long chat. For one thing, nobody's told me
shit and I'm dying to know just how this all came about.
So why don't you start at the beginning and tell me all
about it.

First off, what would you like to drink. Just pick
anything your heart desires." she said.

Catarina smiled at her. She was overtly understanding and
most alluring.

"I have had a craving for a *Tequila sunrise*. If you
know how to make one?" she said.

"Lets see, Tequila, orange juice and a splash of
grenadine?" Cindy asked.

Catarina nodded.

Cindy made her drink and one of the same for herself. She
served Catarina, seated at the table in the kitchen.

"Alright, just start at a spot that will explain it all
and tell it as you experienced it." Cindy said, squeezing
her hand warmly.

Catarina took a sip of her drink and sat back, really
relaxing for the first time in years.

"Well, I guess I had better start with my parents meeting
a Hungarian couple then..." Catarina began.



Between a concerted attack by the triplets, a hungry
session with Candice and a sensual session with Mae and
Judy, Sheila explained her version of the story. Leaving
out nothing she knew of, including details of their
sessions with Catarina.

Judy sat back snuggled to Mae as she finished up.

"You know, from the way you tell it, I'm tempted to try
him myself." Judy chuckled.

The women all looked at her in surprised shock.

"I'm quite certain that John would be most honored, if
that's what you really wanted." Sheila said.

 "It's just that, well, I've never felt any desire for a
man before. But listening to your story, and knowing how
all of you honestly feel. I can't help but feel more than
a little... intrigued." Judy said.

"Well, dear heart. I'm sure that John would be open to
any interest that you felt, but don't do it because of
how *we* feel. It's what *you* feel that matters. You
know we all care a great deal for you. We accept what you
have been, what you are now and most likely whatever
you'd like to be. That's your business." Sheila said.

"I know. I've also come to realize that the development
of that acceptance to the degree that you all feel it and
live it, has been largely due to John's influence." Judy
said.

"Don't spend too much time intellectualizing things. If
you feel like it, do it. If you don't, don't. It's really
that simple." Mae said.

"I don't know... This is the first time I've ever
questioned my decision about men. In some ways I'm really
quite confused about it." Judy said.

"So take the time to let yourself be comfortable with
whatever you feel. If and when it feels right, you will
know. Until then, just enjoy yourself." Sheila concluded.

"Thank you, all of you." Judy said.

"No problem, babe. Now I think I'd like a little dinner
before round two." Sheila said.



Catarina finished up her story. Cindy had tears rolling
down her cheeks. She grabbed a paper towel and blew her
nose. Composing herself. She handed Catarina one as well.

Cindy sat thinking about all that Catarina had told her.

"You know, many people -perhaps most- would not
understand how I feel about John at all; with all the
other women in his life. But the simple fact is that I am
so *proud* of the man, I could bust.

"At this point I could not fathom life without him *and*
the rest of you. Because I know that a major portion of
the man I love, is because of all of you. You have all
brought out the best in him. I don't think he would be
such an outstanding human being without you. I have no
question that he would be a good human being. But by
dealing with the problems that we all put him through, he
has had the opportunity to show himself to be an
exemplary human being. Am I making any sense at all?"
Cindy asked.

"Yes. I quite agree with you. Seeing things from an
outside perspective. And having experienced first hand
the effects of a man who is quite the opposite of John."
Catarina replied.

"So what, do you think, made the two of them develop so
differently?" Cindy asked.

"I do not have an answer for that. I do not know what
either of their childhood's were like. I have no doubt
that that is where character develops. It might not
manifest itself until later in their life, but it began
in their childhood. At the same time I know that those
characteristics might never surface unless the right
environment exists for them to surface. As you were
saying about John being an exemplary human being -which I
quite agree with- he became that exemplary human because
he *chose* to deal with those problems.

"At the same time, the counterpoint to those actions
exists. You take a woman off the streets and give her the
opportunity to develop her own character, do not be
surprised if she develops into a productive, competent
and compassionate person. Leave her on the streets, and
do not be surprised if she becomes a cold, devious,
dishonest, self-centered, good for nothing tramp. The
contrary in both cases is what would be the real
surprise. But even those exist. There are people who
develop better in a harsh environment than a nurturing
one. And vice a versa of course. Many rich people are not
worth the elements they are made of." Catarina said.

"I'll say one thing; John sure can pick them. Perhaps it
is pure coincidence and our tastes are just similar. I
don't know. All I know is that without exception, every
single woman he has become involved with, I end up
falling hopelessly in love with her myself... and it's
happened again." Cindy said, softly.

Catarina looked at her. For comfort they had shifted over
to the sofa. She leaned towards Cindy and their lips met.
Softly at first, then with more urgency. When they
finally broke off, their was no question as to their
feelings. Cindy took her hand and led her to the master
bedroom.

Theresa was out. Sleeping like a contented lamb. She had
been tearful, and hungry earlier. Concerned over her
man's wound, curious about the whole episode and horny as
hell over the excitement. The session had been
alternately rough and gentle, mixed with John's narration
of the events he and Sheila had experienced.

After she had passed out, John was still restless. He
heard giggling from down below, after a time he thought
he heard a murmuring in French. He grinned and donned a
robe. Kissing Theresa's cheek, he slipped out of bed and
down the stairs.

He entered the master bedroom to find Cindy siting back
against the headboard, half reclined. Her hair damp with
perspiration. Catarina leaned back against her, in a
similar state.

Catarina looked up at John, rolling her eyes.

She sighed contentedly, then asked: "Are *all* your women
so talented?"

John chuckled: "Pretty much so." he said, dropping his
robe and sliding in beside Cindy.

"I fear I am a dead woman." Catarina said.

John collected a kiss from her as he slid in, then
continued on up next to Cindy.

"How was the French lesson?" John asked on the way.

"Quite inspirational." Cindy chuckled.

"*Je t'aime, mon ami*." Catarina said.

"Miss me?" he asked Cindy.

"Like air!" she said, turning into his kiss.



Afterwards, the three of them lay caressing each other.

"It seems very odd to actually be here." Catarina said.

"Not what you expected, eh?" John chuckled.

"Not at all. What I have seen of it. I expected white
clinical laboratories with air locks for doors." Catarina
said.

"You haven't seen the whole thing yet?" John asked.

"I didn't know I *could* show her *all* of it." Cindy
said.

"I think Bill took *that* for granted when I asked if
Catarina and Bianca could stay here." John said.

"Come to think of it, you've not seen all of it. We've
basically completed your plans while you've been out
*James Bonding* around." Cindy chuckled.

"I would hope I was closer to *Dirk Pitt.*" chuckled
John.

"I think a bit of each. I have read both *Fleming* and
*Cussler*." Catarina said.

"Can you swim?" John asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"Quite well, actually." Catarina replied, snuggling to
Cindy's breasts.

"Then I think the pool would be an excellent place to
start the tour." John said, opening the trap door to the
pool.

Catarina's jaw dropped.

John chuckled and extended his hand to her. She smiled
and her and Cindy joined him at the trap. She looked down
and laughed gaily.

"I'll go first, give me time to get out of the way."
Cindy said, stepping off the edge.

Catarina watched her hit the water and disappear. She
surfaced and swam to the side.

"Ready?" John asked.

Catarina kissed him and then nodded. They stepped off the
edge together.



After a long playful swim, they donned robes and Cindy
gave them both a complete tour. They encountered the rest
of the women when they finished up at the kitchen. Even
with the crowd, it seemed a warm, friendly environment to
Catarina. She felt *home*.

The triplets ran up to John.

"Did you really shoot him between the eyes?" Andrea
asked.

John winced just a bit, but nodded.

"I'm afraid I had to. I think he would have killed Sheila
and I if I hadn't" John said.

"Well, we're glad you did. We would have missed both of
you terribly." Amy said.

"You don't think he was after me too?" Catarina asked.

"No, not the same way. I think he wanted to capture you,
we were just in the way of that." John said.

"Why are you so sure that Sergei wanted me alive? You are
the one who had the information he wanted." Catarina
asked.

"I think that they were to grab you, and the information,
which you supposedly had, otherwise they were to obtain
the information anyway they could without harming you. I
think Sergei wanted you alive for a very important
reason." John said.

"What? And why try to grab Theresa and Sally?" Catarina
asked.

"Theresa and Sally, as insurance in case they couldn't
obtain the information and I was still alive. They were
the most accessible way to get to me. As to what, I think
that we ought to take a trip to Austria to find out, when
this all settles down and Bianca is recovered." John
said.

Catarina seemed pensive.

"You really think that she will be able to recover?" she
asked, "Opiate addiction is one of the hardest habits to
kick." she said, concerned.

"Yes, I do expect her to recover, for one thing, she
never had a *habit*. The drug was administered to her, by
suppository. She never lived the life of a junkie. So all
she has to deal with, is the addiction to opiates
themselves. That's why I suggested she come here. And
something I wanted to talk to all you women about." John
said.

"What's on your devious-lovable mind, dear heart?" Cindy
asked.

"Well, I was thinking that this would be the ideal
environment for her to recover. Knowing how good you all
are at inducing endorphin euphoria...  And endorphins
being *natural opiates* that the body produces when you
have sex. Besides which, probably the thing she needs
most, is tender loving care." John said.

"So you want us to make love to her?" Cindy asked.

"Well, I'm *asking* you all to think about it. If you
find her as appealing as I did when I finally got to meet
her, then I'm fairly sure you will want to, actually.

If one of us is always available to her when she has to
deal with the cravings of her addiction, then the small,
relatively controlled amount of natural opiate that her
body produces ought to make it easier on her. I intend to
supply her with whatever affection she will accept, but
after her treatment by Sergei, I'm not sure just how
she's going to feel about men for a while. " John said.

"Yes, I can see how that might help. Slow withdrawal
without the wall climbing effects of total removal of all
sources of the drug. A very noble cause, you can count on
me." Cindy said.

"Us too!" said the triplets in unison.

"Ditto." Sheila said.

"Yes. Me too." said Candice.

"I think it's a terrific idea. Count on me." Mae said.

"Yes, of course." Judy said, studying John.

"Great, I talked to Theresa already, she agreed. That
makes it unanimous." John said.

"Sally and Jean are flying in tomorrow, with their
actress friend. After what happened I thought a little
time off would be good for her. I'm most certain that
Sally and Jean will be interested too." Cindy said.

Catarina had tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, all. I can not begin to tell you how grateful
I am for your kindness." she said.

"If she's as cute as you, it won't be a kindness." Andrea
said.

"She's all of that." Sheila said.

"I do not know what to say." Catarina said.

"How about *yes* to a relaxing hot tub and some fine wine
after dinner?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful." Catarina said.

"What *is* for dinner?" John asked.

"We hadn't decided. What are you in the mood for?"
Candice asked.

"You back from vacation yet?" John asked, chuckling.

"Yes. And you know I don't expect you to pay me for while
I was gone." she said.

"Just teasing. I don't think that money is a problem for
any of us anymore. Anyway, how about I cook for all of
us?" John asked.

"Oh, not *Sloppy Joe's* again!" Cindy teased.

"What's wrong with my Sloppy Joe's?" John asked.

"Nothing dear." Cindy said, diplomatically.

"I withdraw my offer. I think I'll go see what lies the
national press are telling about me. Call me when
dinner's ready." John said, moving to the bar and
snagging a beer.

"Oh, now you've gone and made him mopey." Candice said.

"He'll get over it. I saved us from Sloppy Joe's, didn't
I?" Cindy said.

"There is that." Sheila said, looking after John.

"For your information, I *was* going to prepare stuffed
chicken breasts." he called over his shoulder.

"What are Sloppy Joe's?" Catarina asked, after John had
departed.

"Cholesterol rich, cheap food. Take hamburger and brown
it, add tomato sauce and various spices. Then serve on
hamburger buns." Sheila said.

"Oh.... I see." Catarina said.

"Actually, John makes excellent Sloppy Joe's. We were
just teasing him." Cindy said.

Catarina looked thoughtful.

"Why?" she asked, "Such a man... is rare, is he not?"

Cindy looked at her a moment before answering.

"I guess it's kind of an American tradition. We tease
those we love the most. Fact is that we all *worship*
John, but for all of us to tell him so... is a bit too
much all at once. So we tease him." Cindy said.

"Ah... I see. I think." Catarina said, "and by teasing
him, you also get an excuse to wait on him -as you would
wish to- at the same time... no?"

Cindy looked at her dumbstruck.

"Quite a perceptive woman, isn't she?" Sheila giggled.

"I'll say... Perhaps she knows us better than we do
ourselves." Cindy said, thoughtfully.

Amy walked up and boldly sat on Catarina's lap.

"Hi, I'm Amy." she said.

Catarina smiled and said: "Hello Amy, I am Catarina."



John sat back on a bean bag chair in the new family room,
watching the news. Alice snuggled to his side.

He was frowning a bit over the news reports.... He didn't
feel like a hero, just someone who had done his best to
protect those he loved. He flipped to another station.

"*This just in.... Reports are sketchy as to what
actually happened at the Salt Lake City International
airport today. What is known, is that two terrorist
gunmen armed with automatic weapons are dead. One from
injuries sustained from combined law enforcement
agencies, and one from the apparent marksmanship of
millionaire recluse John Stevens.*

*Little is known about Stevens, only that he surfaced
into the limelight in April during New York's famed
Fashion Week as the inventor of the body scanner system
now in use by Second Skin Inc., which has been
revolutionizing the fashion scene throughout the country
with their unique, clothing designs.*

*Also unknown, is Stevens involvement in the arrest of
dozens of foreign agents across the country today.*

*One, a KGB major Sergei Nickolov, was charged with
Conspiracy to commit murder, Conspiracy to commit
espionage, Kidnapping, trafficking in drugs, resisting
arrest and assaulting a federal officer. His arrest
coincided almost exactly with the gun battle that erupted
at the Salt Lake Airport. The kidnapping charge relates
to the release of Austrian national Bianca Rothschild, a
relative of the famed Rothschild banking family.*

*The connection to John Stevens is not known, but a woman
a high level government source identified as Catarina
Rothschild, elder sister of Bianca, was observed with
Stevens at the time of the assault at the Salt Lake
Airport. Also observed with Stevens at the time was a
woman identified as Sheila Jacobs, CEO of Second Skin
Inc.*

*Coinciding with these events were the arrest of some six
assailants on the estate of Academy Award winning actress
Shannon Lucy in Long Island New York. Also observed at
the Lucy estate were Sally Thompson and Jean Francis,
executives of the New York outlet of Second Skin Inc.,
and a gun battle between Federal agents and six
assailants near a college campus in Nevada, resulting in
the death of the six assailants and the injury of
Lieutenant Kevin Waters of the U.S. Air Force. The
connection to Second Skin Inc. and Stevens is not known,
but the attack seems to have been perpetrated upon one
Theresa Foster, listed as co-owner of Second Skin Inc.*

*Events would seem to indicate a concerted -but failed-
assassination attempt of many high  ranking officers of
Second Skin Inc. by foreign agents. The reason for these
attacks is unknown at the present time.*

*Interviews with local authorities in Utah yielded little
information except the following: Shortly before the gun
battle there erupted. At the request of Federal Agents,
the Utah Highway patrol blocked off outgoing Southbound
traffic from the Salt Lake Airport  Officers of The Salt
Lake County Sheriffs office, The Salt Lake City police
department and Airport Security officers were notified of
a possible terrorist attack upon a motor home inbound
into the Salt Lake Airport. Officers from these agencies
staged at the North end of the Airport by the United
Airlines terminal. Airport security blocked off exits and
entrances into the terminal for the safety of Airline
passengers.*

*Witnesses at the airport stated that the motor home
passed by in front of the airport at a high rate of
speed, pursued closely by a small gray compact rental
car. The motor home came to a screeching stop by where
the officers were staged, but a compact car being towed
by the motor home jackknifed and broke free from the
motor home and plowed through the area where the officers
were assembled, forcing the officers to dive out of it's
oncoming path.*

*The gray compact car carrying two assailants came to a
stop just in front of the motor home and the two
assailants jumped out with automatic weapons. One
assailant laid down cover fire towards the officers while
the second assailant made an attempt on the motor home,
shooting the lock off the door and entering it with his
weapon blazing. A single return shot was heard from
within the motor home and there was no more fire heard
from within the motor home.*

*Officers returned fire upon the first assailant in front
of the motor home, striking the assailant four times and
killing him.*

*Officers then entered the motor home and found the
second assailant dead with a gun shot wound to the head.
John Stevens, Sheila Jacobs and Catarina Rothschild
emerged shakily, but unharmed a short time afterwards.
Later they were taken under protection of Federal Agents
who arrived at the scene. All vehicles involved were
taken under federal jurisdiction and removed to an
undisclosed location.*

*Our reporter talked to fifteen year veteran officer Sgt.
Bob Phelps of the Salt Lake Police department at the
scene:*

*"I don't know who this Stevens guy is, but I'd welcome
him as my backup any day. He nailed that sucker right
between the eyes. I have no doubt that he saved the lives
of both women, himself, many police officers and possibly
many innocent bystanders. Those guys were out for blood.
As far as I'm concerned, Stevens is a hero. That guy
would have been coming out with his gun blazing if
Stevens hadn't nailed him."*

*Officer Steve Childs was first into the motor home after
the attack, he had this to say:*

*"I stuck my head into the motor home as soon as we
dropped the other guy. I was expecting to find a blood
bath inside and an armed assailant  reloading. Instead, I
found myself staring right down the barrel of Stevens
.357 Python leveled at my head. I yanked my head back and
identified myself. He answered that if he hadn't seen my
badge that I'd have looked like the other guy. I believe
him. I'm just thankful that he kept his head under fire,
or I'm sure I would have lost mine."*

*"Did he give any indication to you who he was?"*

*"No, but I'm sure he's some kind of federal agent. One
of the Detectives and several of the other officers said
he carried Government ID. Some project called SFB. I
don't doubt he's a government agent of some sort.
Civilians usually can't shoot like that. And in the heat
of a fire fight they'd likely shoot at anybody who'd
stuck their head in that door. But he held his fire. That
takes an extremely cool character. I'm just glad as hell
he did."*

*"Thank you officer."*

*The whereabouts of John Stevens, Sheila Jacobs and
Catarina Rothschild is unknown at the present time. After
a short visit to Bianca Rothschild at the University of
Utah Medical Center -where she is recovering from her
ordeal under protective custody- they were flown by
helicopter to an unknown destination. An attempt by a
local news affiliate to pursue them was blocked by a
military helicopter.*

*We attempted to interview the pilot of the helicopter
service which carried Stevens and party to their
undisclosed destination:*

*"Listen, All Stevens wants, is his privacy. I've got the
utmost respect for those people. Stevens especially. You
have no idea of the good he's done.... "*

*"What good is that? Why don't you tell us."*

*"Nope! He don't want no recognition. His reward ...Well,
that's all I'm gonna say."*

*The pilot would answer no more questions.*

*The questions remain open tonight. Who is John Stevens?
Certainly a hero. But what else is he? What is the
connection of Second Skin Inc. to the shady world of
espionage? What were the intentions of the gunmen in
their attack upon the Second Skin Hierarchy?  We hope to
answer those questions over the next few days.*

*In other news.......*

John turned off the TV.

"I ain't no flippin hero!" he said.

"You will *always* be my hero!" Alice beamed at him,
kissing his cheek.

Chapter  87

After a dinner of *Stuffed Chicken* breasts prepared by
Catarina and Candice, they all shared a hot tub. The new
sized tub tested almost to it's capacity. At Cindy's
request, the women mostly left John to relax and unwind.

The triplets claimed Catarina for the night. Sheila opted
for the Candice, Mae and Judy trio. Theresa and Cindy
kept John company. Theresa was a nervous wreck;
Alternating between frantically passionate love making
and sleep. Cindy was cuddly and quiet. Brimming with
pride over her man.

Sally, Jean and Shannon Lucy managed to slip through the
media by the hair of their teeth. Arriving at the Silo
the next day. They were greeted warmly by all. Sally was
as almost as hungry as Theresa.

Bill Howdy escorted Kevin in by military transport. Kevin
wasn't getting much rest in the hospital. The doctors
were happy to see him go as the news media left when he
did. Theresa instantly took over his nursing, dotting
over him.



Howdy and John retired to the office to talk privately.

"I ain't no flipping hero!" John said, sipping at his
scotch.

"Actually, you are. How are you defining a hero? I know
for a fact you have saved at least five lives. What else
would that make you?" Howdy chuckled, over his own
scotch.

"A normal human being who just dealt with the shit that
was presented to him the best way he knew how." John
said.

"People are presented with shit every day. They seldom
save lives." Bill said.

"Well, I sure don't feel like a hero...." John mopped.

"What do you feel like?" Howdy asked.

"Lately, I just don't know. I'm still kind of shell
shocked." John said.

"That's understandable.. That will wear off with time.
Given a chance." Bill said.

"Yeah,  the news media is getting closer. They
interviewed my Ex-wife for god's sake. She wants to know
where I am too." John said, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I saw that one. That kid of yours broadcasting her
heartfelt appeal for her daddy." Bill said.

"That part was kind of funny. She's not actually my kid.
My ex had an affair with some dork." John said.

"So that's why you never felt any compulsion to see the
kid? I wondered about that. Your not the kind to neglect
an offspring." Bill said.

"If she'd been less of a brat, I might have been more
inclined to play daddy anyway. Actually, it was my ex
that kept us apart." John mused.

"Somehow I can't picture you married to that woman. Not
your style at all." Bill said.

"So what *are* we going to do about all this shit?" John
asked, "I suspect that it's getting a little warm on your
end too."

"You have no idea how warm; Right now shits flying every
which way. The governments thrilled to death over how
many agents we took down, but they don't have a clue how
to handle the media or how to explain what took place. I
was hoping you had some ideas." Howdy said, wearily.

"Not a lot at the moment. I assume that by the
government, that you mean the president?" John asked.

Howdy looked around.

"It's off. Check for yourself if you want." John said.

"No, I trust you. Yes, the president is worried." Howdy
said.

"I don't doubt it. Speculations have been flying left and
right in the media. We'll have to do something very soon;
Like I said, the media is getting close. Everybody who
ever saw me is coming forward with a *John Stevens slept
here* or got gas here story. They've got most my trip
across the country documented so far." John said.

"It would help if we could.... present you as a hero."
Howdy said.

"Why?" John asked.

"America loves a hero. If you become a beloved icon, then
congress isn't about to start digging too deep into what
happened. They wouldn't dare." Howdy said.

John sighed.

"Back to being something I loathe. The idea that it's not
really what you are that matters, it's what you appear to
be.

Funny, I was kind of worried that this would have an
adverse affect upon the girls business, but they report
that every salon is booked solid for the next six months.
They'd like to get another dozen salons open as soon as
possible, but with all the media snooping about, they
can't leave here." John said.

"Like I said, America loves a hero... or any possible
association with one." Howdy said.

John was contemplative for a time.

Bill let him think. He'd gained a great deal of respect
for Stevens over the relative short time of their
association. He sipped at his scotch and waited.

"How well could you cover your end if the truth came
out?" John asked.

"Ull.... God, I don't know. What do you have in mind?"
Bill asked.

"Well, if the media is hell bent on finding something
out, they usually succeed. I'm just trying to think of a
way to let them find out while making the government
actually look good at the same time." John said.

"You mean tell the truth?" Howdy asked.

"Why not?" John asked.

"The land for one. Kind of hard to explain why the
government gave 360 square miles of land to a private
citizen." Howdy said.

"It was and still is for a very worthy cause, you know
that." John said.

"Yes, and I believe in that cause. But how the hell do
you explain that to the press?" Howdy asked.

"What about tying it to a government program. I've
pledged my royalties from Second Skin to the project. The
government instigates the other half. The temporary
shelters in the cities. My side becomes a portion of that
plan. It's the government working with the wealthy to
deal with a national problem. Returning a portion of that
wealth to the countries poor and needy. Don't forget
shots of what the desert land actually looks like now."
John said.

Howdy nodded but asked: "So how the hell do we explain
the connection to the foreign agents?"

"Simple. The truth. The government recognized an
opportunity to kill two birds with one stone. Helping the
needy while presenting a ruse to the Russians." John
said.

Howdy looked dumbfounded.

"It just might work.... except for one thing." he said.

"What's that?" John asked.

"Your.... *unorthodox* relationships." Bill said.

"*What* relationships? John asked.

"Twelve bi-sexual women." Bill said.

"Oh, you mean my tenants?" John asked.

"Tenants?" Bill asked.

"I've been charging all the women rent for the past nine
months or so. My taxes will reflect that when I file them
next April." John said, smugly.

"What about before then, Cindy and Theresa for the past
year and a half?" Howdy asked.

"I didn't file it, as it was an insignificant portion of
my income. I'll pay a penalty on the eighteen hundred
dollars I neglected to declared last year when I file
this year's." John said.

"So what about Cindy's and Theresa's connection with
Second Skin?" Bill asked.

"It was their idea. They were around me while I was
tinkering. They saw the opportunity. I agreed to license
them the patent. All true." John said.

"So what were they doing here to start with?" Bill asked.

"Recovering from an abusive environment. Studying for
their GED's. All true." John said.

"And what about your pending marriages?" Bill asked.

John thought about it.

"That's a problem. If the news media gets wind of that,
then .....*I'm no longer a hero*... this could work out
better than I thought." John chuckled.

"Do you think you could hold the women off for a while on
that?" Howdy asked.

"Not all of them. In fact, being married to one of them
would help with the media's questions about
relationships. They will just assume that if I'm married
to one, that I'm not involved with the others." John
said.

"Which one?" Howdy asked.

"Well, Sheila would be the obvious choice for
presentability, but Cindy's the one I promised. A hero
needn't be fully respectable. The public won't mind a
spring September relationship if the September part's a
hero." John said.

Howdy nodded.

"But what about your little foray across the nation? Like
you said, the press almost has your whole route pegged,
including who you traveled with. Both Cindy and Sheila
have been reported as your companions. Not to mention
Catarina, how do you tie *that* loose end up?" he asked.

"I hadn't made up my mind yet. I was dating both of them.
Not uncommon for a millionaire to be picky or
promiscuous." John said.

"The public won't like a promiscuous hero." Howdy said.

"Tough. So I get to be a tainted hero. I don't want to be
a hero anyway." John said.

"And what about Catarina?" Bill asked.

"Why not the truth. She was coerced by Sergei to try to
find out what we were doing here. Rather than commit
espionage she confessed this to me and I agreed to help
her. She turned double and helped us to burn Sergei and
get her sister back at the same time." John said.

"Make a hell of a book....." Howdy chuckled.

"Nobody would believe it." John said.

"Well, I'll present the options that you've suggested to
the president. We may end up doing it just as you say,
because you're right about the press once they sink their
teeth into a story. How will you explain things to the
women?" Howdy asked.

"The truth. I will never lie to them. I won't even *try*
to deceive them again with a half truth." John said.

"I understand. And I admire that. Should be an
interesting time ahead... for all of us." Howdy said.

"So which of the triplets are *you* going to marry?" John
asked.

"Huh?" Howdy asked, startled.

"I'm marrying only one woman to look presentable...
You're just about out of a job. I figure you'd like to
see more of the triplets. If you marry one of them, then
you look presentable, and nobody would think a thing
about her having her sisters around." John chuckled.

"You may have a point there." Howdy nodded, thoughtfully,
"but do you think they'd want to marry me?"

"No doubt in my mind, but you'd have to ask them... so
which one would you marry?" John asked again.

"Oh.... gosh. That's a hard choice." Bill said.

"A slight preference?" John asked.

Howdy nodded: "Very slight... Andrea."



The next day Bianca arrived, also by military helicopter
accompanied by Bill and Catarina, who flew out to pick
her up. Catarina holding her hand on the return trip as
Bianca looked distantly out the window.

Catarina took her around on a tour, introducing her to
the women. They all made her feel very welcome. Then
Catarina sat Bianca down and explained her therapy.

Bianca cried.

The first night she was a little shy. Catarina held her
through the night. The next day, about the time her
addiction was becoming too much for her to deal with,
Alice walked up and plunked in her lap.

"You're a nice lady. Wanna come see my room?" she said.

Bianca was pleasantly startled.

"Yes, I think I would like that." she replied.

Alice stood and took her by the hand.

"You talk nice, like your sister." Alice said, leading
her away.

Bianca sat in a chair by a study area as Alice told her
about the room. Telling her how she had done the
woodworking. Bianca fidgeted.

"You seem kind of nervous." Alice said.

"I am sorry. It is not you. I guess I am not a very good
guest." Bianca replied.

"Is your addiction bothering you?" Alice asked.

Bianca looked a bit sad and nodded, dropping her eyes.

"It's not your fault. You didn't choose to become
addicted...... John said the best cure is making love..
Can I help?" Alice asked.

Bianca kind of shivered and smiled at the lovely girl.

"That is very kind of you to offer. But you do not need
to do that." Bianca said bravely.

"I *want* to do that." Alice said simply.

Bianca looked into her eyes.

"I think you are just being kind." she said.

"That is not true. I think you are very pretty." Alice
said.

"You are very pretty as well. You all are." Bianca said.

"So you think I am pretty, I think you are pretty. Let's
make love for that reason. If it helps you at the same
time, so much the better." Alice grinned.

Bianca was still timid. Tears formed in her eyes. She
didn't know what to say.

Alice solved this by walking up to her. She sank to her
knees by the chair and pulled Bianca into a tender, soft
kiss. Tears started to flow freely from Bianca's eyes.
Alice did her best to kiss them away. Suddenly Bianca was
hugging her fiercely. Crying openly.

Alice led her to the bed.

After a time the other two triplets slipped quietly into
the room, already nude.

The healing process was begun. Bianca felt much relieved.

Later the four of them languished in the hot tub.

Sheila entered and dropped her robe. The triplets
observed Bianca sneaking quick looks at her as she
stepped in.

Alice moved to her and kissed her. Sheila pulled her onto
her lap as she caressed the small blonde. Bianca couldn't
help but feel a flush of excitement.

"So, have the triplets convinced you of our sincerity?"
Sheila asked Bianca.

Bianca looked at her and  then dropping her eye's. She
nodded, smiling a bit.

"Then I would feel most honored if you were to choose me
next." Sheila offered, smiling at her.

Bianca looked up startled.

"It is *I* who would feel honored, but I feel quite
relieved." she said, shyly.

Sheila kissed Alice again, and then slid her off her lap
as she rose. She moved over by the timid woman.

Bianca met her eyes and Sheila pulled her into an
embrace. Then kissed her tenderly. Bianca trembled from
her touch.

"Good. But that's just one of the benefits. Not the only
reason we want you." Sheila said, after she lifted her
head again.

Tears moved to Bianca's eyes and she melted into the next
kiss.

One by one, over the next few days, all the women seduced
Bianca. Each was successful in convincing her they were
*very* sincere. Each left her with a standing invitation
for as many rematches as she wished.

Both as a supplement and to get her interested in men
again, Cindy presented her with a copy of her toy. After
a week or so, Bianca started eyeing John. Catarina
noticed and asked if she would care to spend a night with
her and John. Bianca shyly agreed. With the comfort of
her sisters presence and John's gentleness, they managed
to greatly reduce her aversion to men.

Between the toy, the women and John, Bianca seemed to be
well on her way to recovery from her addiction. Her self-
esteem grew with each of her love sessions. It took a
leap when the actress Shannon Lucy took a shine to her.

John found the pair in the kitchen, taking on nourishment
after a long, satisfying session. He chatted with them as
he built himself a club sandwich, declining multiple
offers to wait on him.

"Isn't it dangerous for your career being here?" John
asked Shannon.

Shannon kissed Bianca on the cheek and replied: "I don't
really care, but I don't think so. It might be very good
for me, publicity wise. The press have noticed my absence
from New York along with Sally and Jean. They are already
speculating that we are all with you, someplace."

"That's what I mean. Depending on what the government
decides to tell the press, I might not be presented as a
person you would wish to be associated with." John said,
joining them at the table.

"You are *precisely* the kind of person I would wish to
be associated with, whether or not the press gets it's
facts straight. You are handsome, virile, kind, generous,
brave, understanding, compassionate and a gentle caring
lover. Not to mention that you are virtually surrounded
by stunning women who wear scant clothing when they
bother and who share most your virtues. Add to all that
the fact that you all live an extremely exciting and
intriguing life."  the actress replied.

John blushed and studied his sandwich for a moment.

"That could all blow up on you, if the press decides to
attack the bisexuality." John said.

"How would they know?" Shannon asked.

"I don't think they could help but notice an imbalance in
the ratio of men to women." John chuckled.

"They can speculate all they want -and they do- but it's
not the same as facts. I don't care anyway. Financially
I'm okay, even if I never made another picture. I became
an actress because I wanted to live a glamorous life.
Since I met Sally and the rest of you, that's come true,
beyond my wildest dreams." Shannon said, smiling at him
and hugging Bianca's lithe form in her lap.

"Well, we certainly don't object to having your lovely
body around. You're welcome to stay as long as you wish.
I'm sorry I can't offer you a private bedroom of your own
though. We seem to be full up." John chuckled.

"Thank you. I don't think that will be a problem. I seem
to have what seems an unlimited number of invitations for
sleeping partners." Shannon giggled.

"That's not surprising. As lovely as you are." John
chuckled.

"And I never felt that lovely till my association with
you folks.... Bianca and I were just about to enjoy a
sauna and a hot tub. Would you care to join us?" Shannon
offered.

"Love to." John said.



In addition to the large hot tub and the wet and dry
sauna's, John had installed a smaller cool water pool.
Not a full fledged Danish cold water plunge, but unheated
it remained around the silo ambient temperature. This
pool was used to cool off a bit between the steam, sauna
and hot tub. To heat the new section, John sought out the
concrete cooling pipes from when the silo was made and
tied them into his solar heating system.

John sat back relaxing in the hot tub with Shannon on his
lap and Bianca snuggled to his side. After a time Bianca
leaned to kiss the two of them.

"I promised to help the triplets with their lessons. You
two have fun." Bianca said.

Shannon pulled her back into a deep kiss, just scant
inches in front of John's face. John found it terribly
erotic and his manhood stirred beneath Shannon. Bianca
turned to him and repeated her performance, which helped
to further the response. Bianca moved out to shower and
dry.

Shannon turned to John and giggled.

"Such an honest felt response to two women kissing." she
said.

"I found it very erotic." John said.

"Apparently so." she giggled, changing her position to
take advantage of the situation.

Later Shannon lay with her head on John's shoulder as
they snuggled on a wide chaise, basking in warmth and
comfort. She idly played her fingertips in his sparse
chest hair.

"Sally told me what a wonderful man you were. I hardly
believed it till I met you. I still savor the memories of
that first night." she said.

"Thank you. I quite enjoyed myself.... Both then and just
now.

Sally's a good person. I'm real proud of the way she's
developed." John said, kissing her forehead.

"You should be very proud. As competent and cultured as
she has become, hard to believe she was homeless just a
short time ago. She told me all that you have done for
her." Shannon said.

"I was thrilled to be able to help her. It makes me sad
to think that there are lots of people in situations
similar to hers when I met her." John said.

"I heard some of the women talking about the community
you are building. Tell me, how will it work?" Shannon
asked.

John explained his plans and what he had proposed for the
government to do.

"I think it's a terrific idea. I'd like to help myself. I
think I could get other actors interested as well."
Shannon said.

"Do you think that they'd really be interested?" John
asked.

"I have no doubt that they would be. Even motivated by
good press rather than from a magnanimous perspective.
But what would that matter, as long as they contribute?"
Shannon replied.

"I guess so.. I'd rather that anybody involved actually
cared about the outcome, but I guess that's not
necessary. I just want to help the most number of
people." John said.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd be happy to make some
calls." she said.

"I don't mind at all. If I'm allowed to use the land as I
intended. I may well end up having to relinquish the
property back to the government." John said.

"Then we could obtain more. I'd be happy to handle the
actors side of things, you're likely to end up fairly
busy." Shannon said.

"That would be nice of you. If you think they would
actually be interested." John said.

"I most certainly do. I can think of one actress in
particular that you and Cindy visited in Minnesota. I
heard you made quite a favorable impression on her."
Shannon giggled.

"That was fun. I was quite pleasantly surprised how nice
a person she was and how welcome she made us feel. I
thank you for the introduction." John said.

"You are quite welcome. She told me she's fairly dripping
for a rematch anytime you'd like. And from our circle of
friends you've got another dozen open invitations that
you haven't accepted yet." Shannon said.

"I know, stunning women every one of them. But I seem to
have a plethora of stunning women surrounding me already.
I'll never understand why." John said.

"Every one of them loves you dearly. It's easy to
understand why. You're quite a hard act to follow, you
know. I've fallen pretty hard for you and the others
myself." Shannon said, snuggling to him.

John lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. She moved
atop him and they made love again. Later they enjoyed a
dip in the cool pool and then moved off to dress for
dinner.

Howdy had retrieved John's monster fish from the freezer
in the motor home and had obtained another five of like
size as a contribution from the DNR in Utah once he told
them who they were for. Catarina and Sheila combined
their recipes. The result was outstanding.

Afterwards Bill and John retired to the Communications
room. John muted the recorders.

Bill checked his E-mail and nodded smiling.

"Rather than try to obtain clearances for Catarina and
Bianca -which would have been virtually impossible- and
Shannon, instead I requested and was granted full
declassification of all silo construction information."
he said.

"Good. I was a little worried about that. What about
SFB?" John asked.

"Not yet. The President is very impressed with your
homeless idea. He wants to release the whole thing as a
package in a news conference once he gets it
established." Howdy said.

"God, that could take years." John moaned.

"No, try a month. He's been on the phone with the
congressional leaders all week. They're putting together
the bill now. It's virtually assured passage in both
houses. Everybody likes the idea.... especially if they
can get partial credit for it." Bill chuckled.

"God, I hope they do it right. I don't trust the
government at all. Any idea who they have in mind to run
it?" John asked.

"Yes, *me*." Bill sighed.

"*You?*" John asked in surprise.

"Yes, so I can guarantee it will be run right. I told
them I would only accept the position if I had a free
hand to run the program the way I wanted. The biggest
sales point was the debit against IRS account. The fact
that whatever cost expended towards an individual gets
paid back when they start working." Bill said.

"Actually, that part worries me the most. If they tack on
the government overhead costs to the accounts, then
people may never get out of debt to Uncle Sam." John
said.

"Nope. I thought about that too. Only actual expenditures
made for food, clothing and housing. The maximum daily
fee will be set at five dollars per person." Bill said.

"What about families. If someone had four kids, that's
thirty dollars a day." John said, frowning.

"I thought of that. Nowadays basically everybody gets a
social security number when they're born. The charges for
individuals go on their social security number. Kids are
charged against their future earnings. Parents will have
the option of paying off their kids accounts if they are
able." Howdy said.

"What about the perpetual welfare types?" John asked.

"A maximum of six months usage in any five years. Harsh,
but only for those who would abuse it." Howdy said.

"Hell, sounds like it might even work." John chuckled.

"It better, or I will divorce myself from it in a
heartbeat." Bill said.

"I'm going to try to continue my program as well. I'm
kind of sad that you decided to connect with the
government program; I had you in mind to run mine." John
said.

"If they don't let me run it like I want, I just may take
you up on that.  So how's Bianca's recovery coming
along?" Bill said, changing subjects.

"You should know, I seem to recall she cornered you a few
days ago." John chuckled.

"Yes, I quite enjoyed it too. But I'm grateful for the
others around here. She's still *very* hungry." Bill
chuckled.

"I think she'll be fine. I've already noticed a slow
decline in her *appetite*." John said.

"Not that I've noticed." Bill said, rolling his eyes.

"I've had the girls logging their encounters. The chart
shows a declining trend. I was a bit worried at first,
there was a very sharp increase for a while, but I
attribute that to her getting familiar with everybody and
starting to take advantage of the treatment. I expect it
to level out to some sort of a natural plateau over the
next month or so. I suspect she might remain *very*
active sexually for the rest of her life." John said.

"Too bad the doctors can't use the same treatment for
every opiate addict." Bill mused.

"I doubt it would work. But I have been talking regularly
with the doctor that first treated Bianca. He's intensely
interested in the results. He feels that it may lead to
other cures, perhaps a patch administered slow withdrawal
treatment." John said.

"That may have been an error. I'm certain that the press
will talk to him." Howdy said, looking serious.

"Oh, they have, but he hasn't talked to *them*. All he's
told them is that Bianca is undergoing therapy at an
undisclosed location and that her recovery is going well.
I was a bit concerned about it at the first, but it turns
out it's covered under the patient doctor confidentiality
rules. If he did talk, we could sue the pants off him,
and win. He'd likely lose his license for a while. But I
don't think he's inclined to talk anyway. He's more
interested in his patient." John said.

"Knock, knock, am I intruding?." Cindy asked, walking in.

"No, of course not. Bill and I were just chatting  Come
in and have a seat." John said.

Cindy chose his lap, kissing Bill on the cheek as she
passed. She pulled John into a more advanced version.

"I just came to find out if you'd thought about sleeping
partners for the night?" she asked, once she pulled back.

"Actually I hadn't. But I'd be very pleased if you would
join me." John said.

"I'd love to, but I'm already booked with Sheila.
Theresa's still fretting over Kevin so she's reluctant to
accept further partners for the time being. Mae and
Candice are doubling with Sally and Jean, they've already
slipped off together. The triplets already turned in with
Shannon. Catarina and Bianca are laying for Bill when he
shows his face again." Cindy said, warning Bill..

"So it looks like I get to see how well the extra widget
in the mannequins work." John chuckled.

"If you'd like, but you're forgetting someone." Cindy
chuckled.

John thought for a moment.

"Not anybody I think would be interested." he said.

"You'd be wrong in that assumption. She asked me to talk
to you. If you're interested, she's waiting for you in
the guest room. Otherwise, she's more than welcome to
join Sheila and I." Cindy chuckled.

"*Judy's* interested in *me?*" John asked, aghast.

"She has been for quite a while. She just waited to be
certain of her feelings." Cindy said.

"You wouldn't mind?" John asked.

"No love, but thank you for asking." Cindy said, hugging
him and kissing him again.

"How come you treat me so well?" John asked when she
pulled back.

"It's because I love ya." Cindy said.

"Well, I guess if I have a virgin to deflower that I'd
better get started." John said.

"Knowing how you handled the last one, I'll see you in
about three days. I'll see if I can dig up some *Tawna*
leaves."  Cindy chuckled, sliding off his lap.

"I don't expect to be setting any records tonight." John
said.

"She's been quizzing Sally all about her first time with
you, so don't you go disappointing the woman. We're all
united on this. You're cut off from the rest of us for
three days as of now. So it's Judy or the mannequins,
take your pick." Cindy chuckled.

"In that case, give me a kiss that will last three days."
John said, catching her hand.

"Gladly." she said, moving into his arms.

Bill chuckled and wished him luck on his way out to face
his own fate.



"Knock, knock" John said at the door of the guest room.

Judy was sitting in a chair, looking nervous and drinking
a glass of wine.

"Please, come in." she said, hoarsely.

"Cindy said you had expressed an interest in my company
for a while. Want to talk about it?" John asked, pouring
himself a glass of wine.

"No, I've thought about it for a long time now. I'm
comfortable with my choice.... If you're interested?" she
asked, shyly.

"Yes, of course. You are quite lovely. I'd be very
honored to be your first man." John said, extending his
hand to her.

She took it, her eyes beginning to mist as she moved
shakily into his arms.

Judy quivered in his arms as he hugged her for a long
time. Then he kissed her as gently as he knew how. Her
quivering got worse. When he pulled back, they shared a
gaze for a long time, then Judy pulled him into another
kiss, sliding her tongue between his lips.

After a time, she giggled.

"What's so funny?" John asked.

"Your mustache, it tickles.... But I like it." she said,
pulling him back into a deep kiss.

He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed,
still kissing her. He gently lay her upon it and then lay
with her a moment kissing her. His fingers fumbled with
the buttons of her long, thin, white summer dress. She
moaned in delight as he kissed down her neck.

Underneath the dress, he found one of the sexiest pieces
of lingerie on the planet. Obviously custom made on his
machine. It was a pearl white silky weave over everywhere
*but* the erogenous zones. It was adorned with visual
images of the pubic areas of every woman in the silo.
Each was signed by it's owner with a little saying.

John chuckled as he read:  "Go get her tiger!; A hero's
reward!; Records were made to be broken!; Gone searching
for Tawna leaves!;  It's down there, silly!; Quit gawking
and get on with it!; Make it a Grand Slam home run!; Last
Virgin on the planet, handle with care!; A hard man is a
good thing to find!; Me next... when you can walk again!;
Remember *that* spot, we're with you! and  Best wishes, I
don't mind!"

Judy chuckled with him, enjoying his reactions as she
undressed him. She really chuckled when he discovered
that every image had a little opening to it. Inside his
tongue found the familiar flavor of it's owner. He moved
back and forth between the images and sharing what he
found with Judy in a deep kiss. All the while caressing
and teasing her into excitement.

After Sheila's image, just above a cleanly shaved and
exposed Judy, she experienced her first orgasm from a
man. Then again as he shared her own flavor with her.
After several more, she was more than ready.

He was more than ready himself, but she wouldn't have
missed orally stimulating him before hand. In the midst
of this she climaxed again.

Afterward she rolled him onto his back.

"You sure?" John asked, tenderly.

She smiled and nodded, moving over him.

John had her move her hips back and forth for a while,
letting her feel his manhood between her labial lips. She
kissed him hungrily as she again moved herself to orgasm.
Then she sat up and positioned him against her portal.
She lowered herself too quickly and winced in pain.

"Easy. You're in charge. Just lower yourself slowly.
We've got all the time in the world." he told her.

She nodded and kissed him before she again began to lower
herself, coming to rest upon the obstruction of her
hymen. She winced again, but kept increasing the
pressure. Just when she thought she would not be able to
stand the pain any longer, there was a sudden POP! inside
her and her hips slammed downwards all the way as she
screamed in pain and pleasure.

John instantly grasped her hips and held her down as her
body attempted to reject the concept of a penis inside
it. For a time she struggled against his grasp, tears
rolling down her cheeks. She lay forward atop him and
hugged him, quivering as he kissed at her tears and
gently caressed her back and sides.

John gave her time for her body to adjust to his size
before he began to slowly move inside her. Her crying
became worse, but she soon began to synchronize her own
movements with him. Each breath became a ragged moaning
gasp in her lungs. His hands found her breasts once more
and he teased her nipples with his thumbs.

After a time moans of pleasure replaced those of pain.
She quickly approached zenith and John slowed his
movements to keep her on the pleasurable edge. Then he
rolled them over in one movement, never leaving her. He
lifted himself onto his elbows and gazed into her eyes as
he began to move once more, her legs drawn up to give him
better access.

He controlled his movements carefully to intensify her
pleasure, changing the angle of his stroke to brush over
her clitoris. Moving her to the edge again and holding
her there for a long time. When her cries became pleading
gasps he backed off one last time and then moved
furiously, slamming into her cervix. Her hips lifting up
with each stoke to match his downwards movement. They
crossed the edge together and both screamed
simultaneously as John's inert seed entered her like
liquid fire. Her hips lifting them both high off the bed.
Falling back she screamed once more and lifted them off
the bed again. She repeated this three times before she
fell back motionless beneath him, passed out.

John rested atop her, supporting his weight on his elbows
as he caressed her face and waited for her return. To
counteract the direction his manhood was taking, he
probed at the spot the triplets had shown him. This
reversed the trend and he stayed fully erect within her.
Her body quivering involuntarily.

After a time her eyelids fluttered open. She gazed into
his eyes and was suddenly hugging him with all her
strength. She threw her legs around him and held him
inside her.

"Welcome back. How does it feel to be a woman?" John
asked, gently.

"I never knew!" she gasped, hugging him still.

John rolled them over again so she was atop him. This
freed his hands to caress her body tenderly. She wept
atop him as she hugged him.

"Thank you." she said, tears dripping down her face.

"You are very welcome." he said, kissing at her tears.

She turned her head to kiss him passionately. She
suddenly seemed to become aware that he was still inside
her. She smiled and slowly began to move her hips,
testing each direction of movement. After a time she
selected a combination of movements that mixed full
strokes with angle and rotation which felt the best to
her.

Judy winced a little now and then, but mainly her face
reflected a vision of growing pleasure. Her eyes were
locked to his as she moved them both towards the edge
once more. This time she was in full control. She slowed
her movements to a crawl as they approached the vertex
once more. Rather than rapid and slow movements, she
instead chose to savor long slow strokes, testing her
internal muscles as she moved. Developing her control as
she moved them slowly but inexorably to the edge again.
John caressed her whole body with his finger tips as they
slowly moved at a virtual crawl. They passed the edge
together with their eyes locked. Their orgasm gentle but
deeply felt by both of them. Again John erupted inside
her and she moaned again in orgasm before she lay still
atop him. Their perspiration mingling as John softly
caressed her.  They shared a tender kiss before they
slipped into unconsciousness.

Sometime later, John slipped out of her. They kind of
rolled to the side and snuggled together as they slept.

Judy awakened snuggled to his side, thinking how
different she felt. She realized with a start that she
was snuggled to a man.... and she *liked* it.  She kissed
him on the cheek and he stirred, pulling her into an
embrace as their lips found each others.

Later she lay with her head on his shoulder as he
caressed her back and side softly. Her fingernails
playing softly in his soft chest hair.

"Sorry you changed your mind?" he asked.

"Mmm... nope!" she said, kissing his chest.

"Sorry you waited?" he asked.

"No, not that either. As I'm quite certain I wouldn't
have enjoyed it as much with another man. Then I wouldn't
have wanted to do it again...... if you're interested?"
she asked, tentatively.

"In a bit." he said, hugging her gently before continuing
his caresses.

She rubbed her cheek softly on his chest and then kissed
it again.

"I never thought I could enjoy this." she said, settling
back on his shoulder.

"Just out of curiosity, was there a particular reason why
you waited?" he asked.

She took a deep breath and sighed against him. Quiet for
a time, tears forming in her eyes.

John gave her time.

"Yes... When I was a little girl..... I watched my father
rape my mother." she said, tears dripping from her eyes
onto his chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a painful subject."
John said, hugging her.

"No, it's alright. You didn't know... Nobody did. I never
*could* tell anybody before." she said, weeping softly.

John held her tenderly as she wept against him. Her
crying became wracking sobs as she released her years of
anguished emotional pain.

Finally she cried herself out and was calmer against him.
John softly caressing her the whole time.

"Want to talk about it?" John asked.

"Yes... I'm kind of thirsty though." she said.

John turned to the headboard. Someone had thoughtfully
placed several glasses and a thermal carafe full of water
on it. He poured two glasses and handed one to her,
sitting up against the padded headboard. She sat up and
took the glass, drinking most of it.

"More?" he asked, offering the carafe.

"No, that's fine." she said, placing the glass on the
headboard.

She moved up between his legs and lay back against him.
John's arms encircled her and she hugged them to her.

"I guess I was about eight or nine... " she began.

John held her tenderly as she told her story.

"....... When I got older, in Junior High School, I began
to find myself looking at the other girls after we
showered after gym class. Every time I tried going out
with boys, all I could think about was how they were like
my father." she concluded.

She was calm and her eyes were now dry again. She
snuggled to his chest and he caressed her softly.

"So you never let a boy get close to you?" John asked.

"No, I never wanted one to.... before you." she said.

"What changed your mind?" he asked.

"You did." she said, kissing his cheek.

"How? I never made any advances towards you. Even when
Sheila tried to get us together." he said.

"I think maybe that was part of it. Before, men were
always trying to convince me to change my mind. That
would only reminded me of my father trying to convince my
mother before he raped her when she said no. You knew of
my choice of life style, and you accepted and *honored*
it.

I guess at first it was that I saw how much you changed
Sheila, beginning when you first met her in San
Francisco. She wasn't the same from your first night
together. You affected her even more than Mae had, and
*that* was a profound change.

So when we joined you on the road, I was more tempted
than I let on when I watched you making love with Sheila.
You even helped when I did, but made no move that you
thought would offend me. You were very careful and
thoughtful about it. It scared the hell out of me. That's
why I wanted to leave." she said.

"I thought you just didn't like me, or even men in
general." John said.

"Men in general, I didn't. You.... I did. It shook me up
pretty badly. I had just gone along with Sheila's
suggestion to please her. I wasn't prepared for the
emotions it stirred up." she said.

"So what finally changed your mind?" John asked.

"Oh, lots of little things. For a long time I tried to
push the feelings away. But each time I would come here,
the women would always be talking about how much they
cared for you and loved making love with you. They'd talk
about how soft and gentle you were, or how you had kissed
them in a certain tender manner that made them quiver
inside.... Now I understand why.....  But I guess it was
when you came back with Sheila and Catarina. Sheila told
me all about what happened. You put your body between
them and the danger. You showed your love for them in the
most unselfish manner, by putting your own safety aside.
You risked your life to defend theirs. While she was
talking I suddenly found myself desiring you. It was the
strongest feeling of desire I ever felt.

I told the others then that I was thinking about changing
my decision about men. Both Mae and Sheila said I should
take the time to be certain for myself. So I did. It was
the first time I ever let myself question my feelings
about it.

Every time I would get close to you, I would find myself
desiring you again. Every time you kissed one of them, I
would find myself getting excited. I would find myself
desiring to be the one in your arms. After a time I
accepted my feelings. I tested them real hard. But they
didn't go away. I even tried imagining you in my father's
position. But you didn't rape her. You either softly
caressed and convinced her, then made gentle sweet love
with her, or you accepted her no and honored her
decision. I couldn't picture you doing what he did, no
matter how hard I tried.

So.... last week I talked to Sheila and Cindy. The outfit
was their idea. Cindy talked to all the women and got
their okay. They've all been wonderful..... so have you."
she said.

She lifted her head and kissed him tenderly. After a time
the kiss grew in intensity and she twisted around on top
of him. Then she began to kiss down his neck and chest.
When she reached his manhood, she considered it fondly
before lowering her lips to it.

Later when they were both spent again, they slept
snuggled nude against each other.



"Another one bites the dust!" Sheila's voice chuckled.

"I don't think any woman's safe anymore." Cindy giggled.

Judy stirred and smiled up at them. Snuggling against
John.

"Oh my, another happily contented customer. I recognize
that look."  Sheila said, setting a tray down.

"Yeah, we all had it after our first night with him."
Cindy giggled.

John lifted his head.

"Good morning, sweethearts" he said.

"And good morning to you Sir. We don't mean to intrude.
We just brought you some nourishment between rounds."
Sheila said.

"I wonder which round is coming up?" Cindy queried,
pouring coffee into two mugs.

Judy smiled, sitting up.

"Six or seven, I think." she said.

"Is that all? He promised he wouldn't disappoint you."
Cindy giggled.

"That, he *didn't* do." Judy said, kissing him on the
cheek and hugging him before letting *him* slip out to
the bathroom.

"No, I can see that." Cindy said, thoughtfully.

"So, change your mind about women too?" Sheila asked.

"Nope. Just let me brush my teeth and I'll be happy to
prove it to both of you." Judy said, taking Sheila's hand
and drawing her to the bed.

Sheila hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Congratulations on your graduation." Sheila said.

"Yes, welcome to womanhood." Cindy said, handing her a
cup of coffee.

"Thank you. Both of you. And thank you for sharing him
with me."  Judy said, tears forming.

"You are quite welcome.... hey, none of that. This is a
happy time. We just figured John needed one more to
complete the set." Sheila chuckled.

"Actually... there's one more I'd like to bring into the
fold, before we slam the door shut." Cindy mused.

Sheila turned to her to see if she was serious... she
was.

"Let me guess.... A certain actress in Minnesota." Sheila
asked.

Cindy giggled and nodded.

John returned and Judy slipped out, collecting a hug from
him as he passed.

Cindy caught his hand and pulled him to her.

"Hey you, I love you." she said, pulling him into a kiss
that proved it.

Sheila was next in line. By the time she let up on him,
Judy was back.

Both women collected their proof from Judy that she still
wanted them. Then they guided the couple back into bed to
serve them.

"Monte Cristo's, Champagne orange juice and French
roasted coffee." Cindy said, serving them.

"Call us when you're ready for lunch. Just moan into the
intercom if you can't talk." Sheila said, chuckling.

"Thank you, both of you. We might just come out for
lunch." John said.

"Oh no! You're restricted to this floor for three days.
We'll bring you food when you're hungry. But you're not
about to disappoint this woman. You promised." Cindy
said.

"I'll do my best." John said.

"I expect nothing more. And your best is what this woman
deserves." Cindy chuckled, collecting a kiss from John.

"I certainly won't argue with that." John said, kissing
Judy on the cheek, as Sheila occupied her lips.

The two women switched sides and each collected a last
kiss before they slipped out.

"As much as I love them, I thought they'd never leave."
Judy said, turning to John.

"Yes, good morning. How do you feel?" John asked.

"Why don't you tell me."  Judy said, moving to kiss him.

The kiss lasted a *long* time, she felt great.

"Want to make love first, or eat?" John asked.

"Be a shame to let this get cold. I'm content to wait."
Judy said, but collected another kiss before she turned
to her breakfast.

They ate in a comfortable silence for a time, just
enjoying each others presence. Their legs touching under
the covers. Judy's breasts hung teasingly before her,
distracting John from time to time.

"You know, with as many scantily clad women I have
running around, you'd think that I would tire of
observing the female form, but I never have. Like now
when I'm distracted by your lovely breasts." he said.

"You are very welcome to observe them any time you wish
to." she said, kissing his cheek.

She giggled and kissed it once more, then pursed her
lips, still giggling.

"What?" John asked.

"Feels prickly." she giggled.

"Yeah, I need a shave. I'll go take care of it before
round seven." he said, rubbing his stubble.

"No, please. I want to know *all* of what it's like to
love a man. I was just thinking how good they might feel
scratching my back." Judy said.

"Might take skin off. I have a fairly coarse beard." John
said.

"Couldn't possibly do more damage to my back than I did
to yours last night with my fingernails." Judy chuckled.

"You did relatively little damage, considering how
passionate you were at the time." John said.

"I want to thank you for last night.... for everything."
Judy said, softly.

"You are quite welcome. You may have noticed that I* did*
enjoy myself." John chuckled.

"You probably weren't expecting -nor enjoyed- having a
woman sobbing her eyes out against you." Judy said.

"Not true on either count... I did expect that your first
time would be a very emotional experience for you, and I
suspected that you had some deep rooted reason for your
previous aversion to men. A reason that may very well
surface in conjunction with what we were doing.

As far as enjoying it.... I was glad I was able to help
you release the pain that you did. It was obvious that
you needed to. I think that you had been carrying it with
you for a long time. You really needed that release."
John said.

"Yes, I do feel much better. Emotionally, a thousand
percent better." Judy said.

"I'm glad. And physically?" he asked.

"Happily sore." she giggled.

"Want to forgo round seven. We don't need to you know."
John said.

"Nope. I said *happily* sore. I've got you for three days
according to Cindy." Judy said, swinging her tray aside.

She retained her coffee cup. John did the same. She
leaned back against the headboard and snuggled to his
side, enjoying the feel of him against her.

She sipped meditatively at her coffee.

"You know, you really are a wonderful man." she said
softly.

"Thank you, you want to shower first, or make love?" he
asked.

She pulled his head to face her and said: "I'm trying to
tell you I love you."

"I think you just did. I love you too. Now do you want to
shower or make love first?" he repeated.

She answered by taking the last swig of her coffee and
then licking behind his ear with a hot tongue. He
responded by taking his last swig and meeting her mouth
with his hot lips.



They didn't call for lunch until almost three. Catarina
and Bianca served them, each retrieving a kiss for their
efforts.

Several more meals passed, served by various residents.
Each time John and Judy looked more dazed.

Late afternoon on the second day, Bill knocked on the
door.

More to deal with a chill than modesty, John found them
two robes and then called him in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt.... but the President would like
to see you." he said.

A very happy and similarly dazed Judy snuggled to John's
side.

"He'll just have to wait. I'm booked for another day
here." John said, simply.

Howdy looked at him a moment.

"I'm sorry, maybe I didn't make myself clear; *The
President of the United States of America* would like to
see *you*." he said.

John sighed.

"Yes, I understood you the first time. I'm right in the
middle of deflowering a lovely virgin. She was promised
three days. She's going to get them." he said.

Judy seemed to come to her senses.

"The President?..... Look.... John,... I'm est...
ecstatically ... happy already... God,... I... can..
hardly... talk.... it's ... okay." she managed.

John shook his head.

Howdy looked at him a moment longer.

"You're serious about this?" he asked.

John nodded.

"I promised Judy that she'd have three days. It's her
first time. She won't ever have another one. She deserves
it. She's going to get it." John said.

"Act... actually, it was Cin.. Cindy you promised." Judy
said.

"Doesn't matter who I promised. A promise is a promise
and I mean to keep it." John said.

Howdy looked at him a moment more and then said: "O-kay.
I'll pass on the message."

"Better tack on another day as well, if he expects
legible conversation from me." John said.

Howdy nodded and then left, shaking his head slowly,
chuckling to himself.

"Now, where were we?" John asked, turning to Judy.

"Round twenty... ...........God... you sure... make a
girl feel.......... *wanted!....*

Making the *Pres........President* wait while you make
love to her!..." Judy said, pulling John roughly to her.



"He said *no?*" Cindy asked incredulously.

Bill nodded.

"Something about a promise he made to you to give her
three days." he chuckled.

Cindy sat back in her chair, aghast. She was actually
brimming with pride over John, but concerned over the
situation.

"Maybe I'd better go talk to him." she said.

"I don't think it would do much good. He was adamant.
I've seen that look before." Bill said.

"How *did* they look?" Theresa asked, curiously.

"About like I did after my first day and a half with the
triplets." Bill chuckled.

"Then it wouldn't do any good anyway. Better give him the
time he asked for." Sheila chuckled.

"Yeah, you have a point. I'll pass on the message..... I
have no idea how well it will be received." Bill said,
turning and heading for the Com room.

"He would really make your President wait?" Catarina
asked.

"Believe it, honey. You know very well how serious John
takes his lovemaking." Sally chuckled.

They all nodded.

"The *President* wants to see John? How often does this
happen? Do you folks know him?" Shannon Lucy asked.

"We've met him." Alice beamed.

"Who?" Shannon asked.

"Amy and Andrea and I... with Bill." Alice replied.

"I don't understand. What would you folks have to do with
the President?" Shannon asked.

All the silo residents looked uncomfortable for a moment.

"We can't tell you yet. We're sworn to secrecy. I wish
the hell Bill would let us, because I know Catarina and
Bianca don't know what this is all about either." Sheila
said.

Shannon looked even more confused.

"Look, all we can tell you... is that it's not bad. We
aren't involved in *anything* bad. You all know John's
ethics would never allow it." Cindy said.

Catarina spoke up: "*I* am not sworn to secrecy. I think
this is all very silly.

Shannon, I was coerced by a Russian KGB agent to try to
steal secrets from John while he was traveling on the
road.

It was thought by the Russians that this silo was an
underground Biological weapons laboratory. They never
stopped watching it from the time it was a real missile
silo. When John started working on it, his welding set
off a launch warning. This scared them very badly at the
time. But it focused their attention on the silo and they
got the idea that the government was building an
underground laboratory here.

They watch the silo by spy satellite and have tailed all
silo residents wherever they go.

I think that perhaps I have now *guessed* the rest. I
think that John figured out that the silo and residents
were being watched. I think he approached your government
about this and they set up a deception that convinced the
Russians that they were right. I was to steal files about
Biological research when I met John and Sheila in
Montana.

John caught me. He did not treat me as a spy. He was
compassionate and understanding. He did not *act* like
the secrets I was to steal had been *actual* secrets.
Knowing John he would take real secrets *very* seriously.

He was also very aware of the fact that he was being
watched. One of his first questions to me, was whether I
had bugged the motor home. The other was *why* I had
attempted to steal the secrets. He was genuinely
concerned.

I think the deception was a trap. I have heard Bill say
that they arrested many agents all over the country as a
result of it. We sort of got in the middle of it all. If
it were not for John, I have no doubt that Sheila, Bianca
and I would now be dead.

Even beyond that... I tried to *steal* from John *after*
he and Sheila had made love with me, but he accepted me
and Bianca into his home here. And all these people have
opened their hearts to us. I was given full access to the
silo the first day I arrived. I can tell you that no such
research was ever performed here by these people.

I know some arrests were made on your very estate in New
York. Surely you must have wondered who they were?"
Catarina asked Shannon.

Shannon shook her head.

"I had thought they were terrorists, trying for Sally and
Jean because of their connection to Second Skin. Like it
said on the TV... I had no idea about the rest of this."
she said.

"I couldn't tell you. I'm really sorry we endangered you,
we didn't expect that at all." Sally said, tears dripping
from her eyes.

Sheila jumped in: "Of course, we can neither confirm nor
deny this, because of our sworn oaths. But I will admit
that it is a *very* interesting story. No?"  she asked,
looking around the table.

Everybody nodded yes.

"You say that you *know* the Russians were watching the
silo by Satellite, how did you know this?" Cindy asked
Catarina.

Catarina dropped her eyes and blushed.

"I have seen the tapes. Both Bianca and I have watched
almost every one of you making love in the solarium.  I
think I was falling in love with you all long before I
ever met you." she said, hanging her eyes.

"Was this something you did by choice?" Cindy asked.

Catarina looked up at her sharply.

"No, of course not." she said, tears forming in her eyes.

"You were coerced?" Cindy asked, gently.

"Yes, I was trying to free Bianca." Catarina replied,
tears dripping down her cheeks.

Cindy moved to her and stooped beside her chair, kissing
her tears.

"None of us hold this against you. Either of you. I just
wanted to know if they had actually taped us." Cindy said
softly, wrapping her arms around Catarina.

"Yes, everyone they could. They only had tapes of Sally,
Jean, Mae and Judy on the streets. None at all of
Shannon. Only those who made love in the solarium. And
you and Theresa working outside in the garden." Catarina
said, weeping softly against Cindy.

"Did John tell you that he taped almost everything her in
the silo?" Cindy asked suddenly.

"Why, yes." Catarina replied.

"Did you know this, Shannon?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, I did. John told me the first night we made love...
at my place." Shannon replied.

"Is there anybody here who did not know this?" Cindy
asked.

Everybody shook their heads.

"We all know it. John's not trying to hide anything from
any of us. We *all* changed the tapes while he was away.
What are you getting at?" Sheila asked.

"Well, he's been taping all of us. The Russians have been
taping us. I was thinking that it was only fair that we
got to see some of the tape. Like one in particular
before we signed any agreements. I never agreed to keep
my past history secret. Did any of you?" Cindy asked.

They all shook their heads.

"Then I think Catarina, Bianca and Shannon would be very
entertained by this particular tape." Cindy said,
mysteriously.

Sheila giggled and nodded.

Cindy led the way down to the tunnel off of level Six.
She found the hatches locked, but knew where the key was.
She left for a few minutes and returned with it.
Unlocking the hatch she found the lights and led them
into the tunnel. It was chilly compared to the rest of
the silo, running along on the outside of the silo, it
got very little heat from the solar system. Around the
back side of the winding tunnel they found a long row of
video tapes. Stacked and labeled by date.

"Lets see... it was about a week before Theresa's
birthday... Sheila was in San Francisco with Candice and
Alice. So.... about here. Lets see... evening, just after
dark. One of these two." Cindy said, grabbing them.

They left the tunnel and adjourned to the new Family
room. Cindy seated Catarina, Bianca and Shannon front row
center. Everybody else found comfortable seats.

Cindy turned to them.

"Okay, anybody who was here then object to being viewed?
It's liable to include some very personal things, like
all of us in the bathrooms and such. That would be... Amy
and Andrea, Theresa, Me and John? So, any objections?"
Cindy asked.

"John's not here. But I doubt he'd object. He's the one
who did all the recording. He specifically told me that
he intended for you girls to watch them." Sheila said.

"I think that would cover even his ethics. Anybody else?"
Cindy asked, looking to those named.

They all shook their heads.

Cindy plugged in the first tape and started it.

It actually was very entertaining. It started off with
Cindy making lunch in the kitchen and Theresa, Amy and
Alice listening to John's pirate story.

Catarina and Bianca sat entranced listening to the story.
Shannon remarked that he should be a screen writer about
the same time that Theresa made a similar assertion on
the tape.

They all liked the conversation and language lessons with
the triplets. They were fascinated by the idea of
clairvoyance between the identical triplets.

When the kissing lessons started, Cindy let it run a bit
before she stopped the tape. Amy and Andrea were blushing
crimson.

"I think that's a bit early. This next tape should start
just about the right time." Cindy said, pushing it in.

The two triplets looked at her thankfully.

 The tape started almost the right instant. With John
asking the two triplets why they were nervous.

"Perfect." said Cindy sitting down.

Bill walked in.

"I wondered where you all got off to. What's going on?"
he asked.

Sheila snagged his arm and pulled him down next to her
and explained that Cindy was just playing a bit of silo
history... from before they had signed any agreements and
not covered. Bill got it. He frowned real hard, but
didn't say anything. Sheila kissed his cheek.

The three women in front sat in rapt fascination,
listening to the dialog between the silo residents. The
whole story of the girls discovering their tails. John's
phone calls to Sally and Sheila.

"I remember that. That was the first night Jean and I
made love." Sally mused.

As on cue John's viewing of the E-mail showed up and his
subsequent conversation with Cindy.

Sally beamed at Cindy.

The plot developed and then the tape got harder to watch,
with Theresa and the two triplets involved in some very
advanced lovemaking and John and Cindy talking in the
solarium.

Theresa and the two girls would almost have glowed in the
dark, but they didn't object.

Luckily, the audio channels were split with the two
scenes, Cindy solved part of the problem moving the
balance over to the solarium side.

Cindy let it run, even through the private parts of the
conversation

"I like the stars!" Theresa moped.

Cindy moved and hugged her reassuringly.

Sally nodded over the conversation about her; it was
true, at the time.

Then John and Cindy began their speculation about the
satellites and the girls tails. Everybody sat in rapt
fascination as John and Cindy talked themselves through
the whole thing. Their conclusions readily apparent. And
John's plan presented in unedited and incomplete form.

Despite his reservations, Howdy was fascinated.

"I wish the hell I'd had you two on my intelligence team
in Europe." he mused.

John moved to the Com room and sent his message to Sally,
then he and Cindy retired for the evening. Now there was
two images of graphic lovemaking on the screen, the sound
on John and Cindy.

Cindy let it run out of fairness. She had nothing to hide
from anybody and felt no shame over her actions with
John.

When the system faithfully tracked Cindy into the
bathroom, Sheila stood and stopped the tape.

"I think we all get the idea." she said, "I take it that
was the end of the fascinating part? Not that the
advanced lovemaking we witnessed wasn't fascinating." she
chuckled.

Cindy nodded.

"Any questions?" Sheila asked the women in the front row.

"No, I think it was quite clear. I had no idea." Shannon
said.

"I even saw a clip of that conversation, but without
sound. Sergei had not been able to get a good lip read
from the infrared images." Catarina said.

Bianca just nodded. She seemed a bit fidgety. Candice
noticed first and motioned to Mae. She looked and nodded
back at Candice. Mae came by and offered her hand to
Bianca, who smiled and took it. Mae helped her to her
feet and the three of them moved off to deal with
Bianca's addiction.

"I really should impound that tape." Bill said.

"What difference would it make now?" Sheila asked him.

He nodded, but mopped a bit.

Kevin and Theresa headed off for a little privacy. The
tape had had a profound effect upon her.

 "So what did the President say?" Alice asked.

"He wants to see you all first thing on Monday morning."
Bill said.

"*All?*" Sheila asked.

"Yes, everybody here, is what he said." Bill replied.

"Why does he want to see me?" Shannon asked.

"I don't know if I mentioned to him that you were here.
But you may as well tag along and meet him. The silo will
be empty." Bill said.

"He wishes to see us as well? My sister and I?" Catarina
inquired.

"Yes, he specifically mentioned you two by name." Howdy
said.

"I guess we'd better make travel plans then." Sheila
said.

"All been taken care of. We'll fly you from here to Hill
Air Force base and then by executive Jet to Andrews and
from there to the White house. We'll insure that you all
have suitable accommodations while you're there." Bill
said.

"Oh, *that* should prove interesting with this crowd."
Cindy chuckled.

"Exceptionally so, as the press is likely to go hog wild
the second you step out of the helicopter at the White
House. Likely they'll hit every hotel in the area in
search of you. You may all end up staying at the White
House itself. More than likely a few safe houses we have
around the area. The president did mention he wanted John
and Cindy to stay at the White house. Probably in the
Lincoln bedroom." Bill said.

"That has a certain appeal to it. I recall from pictures
that it has a nice large four poster bed in it." Cindy
demurred.

"Oh, I'm jealous!" Sally giggled.

"I don't think the White House is up to you and John in a
four poster bed." Sheila smirked.

"It may not be up to *any* of you." Bill mused, "It
should be an interesting time."

"Speaking of up... I wonder how our intrepid lovers are
doing?" Sheila mused.

"Yeah, that gives John two whole days to recover.... if
we let him." Cindy giggled.

"You wouldn't!" Bill moaned.

"No, not and spoil my chance to get laid in the White
House." Cindy said.

"I'm still jealous!" Sally said.

"Well, seeing as how John's booked for another day at
least, and means to play macho stud until then, then
you're welcome to my company for the night." Cindy told
her.

"Okay... I'm not quite so jealous." Sally said, pulling
Cindy to her.

"If Catarina is interested, she's welcome to join us."
Amy offered.

Catarina smiled and nodded.

"Well, that leaves Shannon and Bill and I. Care to live
dangerously, Shannon?" Sheila asked.

"Dangerously?" she asked.

"Yes, he's fully loaded. No vasectomy. Prophylactics and
gooey ointments and such." Sheila said.

"I'll take my chances with that. Actually, I had my tubes
tied several years ago." Shannon said.

"Not a bad plan." Sheila mused.

"Hey, don't I get a choice?" Bill said.

"Sure. Any number of empty beds around. You're welcome to
use one of them, or join us." Sheila smirked.

"Well, since I have a choice... I'd be delighted to join
you." he said.

"That settled. Who's doing dinner?" Sheila asked.

"Jean and I are." Sally said, finally releasing a wobbly
Cindy.

About then the intercom announced a single "Uh..."

Everybody laughed.

"That's our cue. Come on Jean." Sally said.

"Better cut their meat for them." Cindy called after
them.



"So what's the big deal with the secrecy?" Shannon asked
Bill.

"Just rules. Officially you have no clearance. That's not
the same as saying we don't trust you. It just means
we've never checked to see if you had any suspicious
foreign connections. Catarina and Bianca are a problem
because they were actually involved with a high ranking
KGB agent. Voluntarily or not. I accept the latter, but
it doesn't matter. They'd never be granted clearances by
those who control them. The silo was a problem, because
of the existence of the side wing. In other silo's it's a
personal wing with a second launch control facility. We
still have active silo's that use the same architecture.
So the existence of that wing was classified. I argued
successfully against that, largely because we now have on
site Russian inspectors, so we were protecting
information that they already had. The information you
were just exposed to -much to my displeasure- is still
considered Top Secret, as of this moment. That's likely
to change in the next month or so. Perhaps on Monday if
my suspicions are correct. John has argued that we take
the drastic action of *telling the truth*.  Not an easy
pill for the government to swallow. The rest is wrapped
up in politics from eighteen different directions.
Involving money trails and intentions. That's all I can
tell you for now." Bill concluded.

"If my suspicions are true, which this tape seems to have
partially verified, then you perpetrated a ruse upon the
Russians. A very effective one that netted you over two
dozen Russian agents. I would expect that this sort of
successful campaign would go well rewarded." Catarina
said.

"I'm not at liberty to verify or deny that information at
the present time." Bill said simply.

"Well I for one think it should be very well rewarded, as
in the process it obtained my sisters freedom and put a
very nasty man in jail." Catarina said.

She stepped up to Bill and pulled him into a deep kiss.
He was more than a little wobbly when she released him.

"I think so too." Shannon said, giving him the same
treatment.

"My, this assignment has proved very interesting. Being
seriously kissed by a foreign agent and an academy award
winning actress right in a row." Bill mused.

"Let me add a CEO to that list" Sheila giggled snagging
him.

"Speaking of which... What's the latest word from our
salons?" Cindy asked when Sheila released a very shaky
Bill.

"Booked solid for the next six months. We desperately
need more salons and more machines in the ones we've got.
We're also having to rent storage units to store the
mannequins in. Luckily, at John's suggestion we don't
have to worry about them being identified. No heads and
almost painful to look at." Sheila said.

"I hadn't thought of that, when I got scanned. God if the
tabloids got a hold of my mannequin!" Shannon said.

"That's one of the things we worried about from the
start. We really needed the celebrity business, but the
mannequins were so real they could have been posed for
compromising photographs. We solved that by using a thing
called Dazzle Camouflage and not casting the heads. The
only place all the actual information about your lovely
body exists is on computer disk. And that's coded under a
secret number. All current disks are kept in safes. Our
archives are kept in secure data vaults. The identifying
codes are kept separately." Sheila explained.

"That makes me feel better. I'll pass that on to my
friends in the business, that you protect your clients
privacy, not the specifics." Shannon said.

"Thank you. But right now we've got all the business we
can handle. I'd like to set up special locations for the
celebrity crowd, but until this business is over I can't
even begin to look for satisfactory locations." Sheila
said.

"Tell you what. You're welcome to set up a small salon on
my estate. I have a very roomy guest house that never
gets used. You can charge triple for your outfits to make
up for not having to wait. They're worth it. I can
guarantee that I'll keep it busy for you." Shannon
offered.

"That's very nice of you. What about setting up a
business in your area? Won't that cause problems?" Sheila
asked.

"Not that I can't handle. I know just who's wives to call
and put on the client list." Shannon giggled.

"That would be great. How much do you want? Split fifty-
fifty?" Sheila asked.

"That's too much. I'll take a third of profits, not
gross. Mainly I just want to have access to it myself. A
custom clothier right on my estate. That's luxury."
Shannon said.

"Tell you what. If you'll accept your outfits for free,
you've got a deal." Sheila said.

"I think I just witnessed a multi-million dollar deal."
Bill mused.

"That's why we hired her." Cindy said, hugging Sheila
from behind and kissing her neck.

"Think you could find a cot for Catarina and Bianca when
she's sufficiently recovered? I'd like to get them
operating a salon as soon as possible so that they can
get enough experience to get started on our European
salons." Sheila asked.

"That sounds absolutely delightful. I think I could even
provide for Bianca's continued treatment. I know... quite
a substantial number of stunning women who I'm sure would
be willing to contribute to a worthy cause." Shannon
offered.

"I'll bet you do. I'd love to visit myself. How would you
feel about that, Catarina?" Sheila asked.

"It sounds delightful. If I understand correctly, I would
be scanning stunning nude actresses and making glamorous
outfits for them?" Catarina asked.

"She catches on quick." Sheila giggled, nodding.

"Yes. I think I would enjoy that very much. I am sure
Bianca would be interested as well. I will ask her
tomorrow." Catarina said.

"Unfortunately, I think that both of you will be tied up
for some time testifying against Sergei." Bill said,
throwing a damper on things.

"This being the days of regularly scheduled Jet aircraft,
I don't see a problem with that. Add to that the way the
government does things and you won't even get to trial
for six months. They can fly in when they're needed."
Sheila said.

Bill nodded.

"I'll get their paperwork in gear for you." he said.

"Thanks, they've had enough shit in their lives." Sheila
said.

"Yes, I quite agree." Bill said.

"So... a dip before dinner?" Sheila asked, taking both
Shannon's and Bill's hands.

"Sounds nice." Shannon said.

Bill just nodded.



Judy lay looking at John's face as he gazed at the
ceiling. They were well beyond the ability to converse,
or the need to.

He drew his fingers over her shoulder and she shivered a
bit. Amazed at her response to his gentle touch.

She was thinking about how much her life had changed in
the past two days. John had touched a part of her she
didn't even know existed. He released a degree of
unbridled passion she couldn't have even guessed existed
in her. She wanted more, even now with parts of her body
literally raw from all the stimulation they had received.

She didn't have a thought for her internal soreness from
losing her hymen. She was well beyond caring about that.
The fact of it even excited her when she felt the mild
discomfort it provided when he entered her. What it did
mostly was to remind her that this man was her first, and
that she loved him beyond measure.

She snuggled up beside him and rubbed her cheek against
the roughness of his two day beard. Wondering how it
would feel when it was longer and softer. He turned his
head to her and they shared a gentle kiss, their lips
just barely touching.

Her fingertips felt the strength of his shoulders and
chest, while his traced the soft firmness of her back,
reaching down to cup a bun.

She pulled back from the soft kiss and their eyes met
once more.

How could she begin to tell him what she felt at that
moment? She had no gauge to measure or express it.

He sort of nodded to her and they melted into another
soft kiss.  Afterwards they went back to looking into
each others eyes.

Sally and Jean entered, carrying two trays. They barely
noticed them.

"We brought you some nourishment so you can continue your
debauch." Sally chuckled.

John kind of looked at her and smiled and nodded.

Jean looked worried. She poured them each a mug of coffee
and folded the trays up for them. Sally placed trays of
food on each. Good wholesome food, Broiled steaks, medium
rare and cut into bite sized pieces, green salad, baby
carrots and rice pilaf.

"You'll have to sit up to eat." Sally notified the
zombied pair.

They both kind of nodded without looking.

Sally bent and kissed them each on the cheek and her and
Jean left.



Sally was thoughtful when they returned to the kitchen.

"I think we've created a monster... or 'awakened a
sleeping giant', as the Japanese said after pearl
harbor." she said, to no-one in particular.

"Are they *still* at it?" Cindy chuckled, turning from
her steak.

"Worse." Sally replied.

"*Worse?*" Cindy asked, puzzled.

Sally nodded, Jean too.

"They're just laying there, *looking* at each other."
Sally said.

"*Just* looking at each other, not doing anything else?"
Sheila asked.

Sally nodded.

"They hardly noticed even that we were there!" Jean
added.

Cindy and Sheila looked at each other and shared a
concerned look.

"Excuse me." Bill said, "But is that significant?" he
asked.

Sheila looked at him: "And here I was beginning to think
you understood women. Yes, it's *very* significant." she
said.

"How so?" he asked.

"Have you ever had a woman in love with you? I mean
*worship your ass* in love with you?" Cindy asked him.

Bill thought about it.

"Once, a *long* time ago." he mused, looking distant.

"Hey, I think his ass is cute!" Andrea commented.

"Yes dear, we all do. This is different." Sheila said
softly.

"Maybe not for them... This is all new to the triplets...
come to think of it, it's all new to all of us." Cindy
said, thoughtfully.

Most the older women nodded.

"So what *does* it mean?" Alice asked.

"It means, that the roster for John's affections just got
one name longer." Cindy said.

"But did you not *expect* that to happen?" Catarina asked
softly.

"I guess I should have." Cindy said.

"I'm still a little confused. I understand the depth of
feeling that you're talking about. Most people never get
to know it in their lives. It doesn't surprise me that
Judy is developing that feeling for John. The part that
confuses me; Well, all you women were all excited that
Judy decided to change her mind about men. You were
downright thrilled about it. So why are you concerned
that Judy's developing the same feeling for John that you
all share?" Bill asked.

"Oh, I don't know if concern is the right term. We don't
mind that part at all, in fact we're thrilled that she
has John to experience that with. We all know he will
make it special for her. It's really just getting used to
the idea that our man can love another like he does us. I
guess that shouldn't be surprising either; we all love
each other.

"I guess if there is any concern, it is because we are
all in new territory as far as relationships are
concerned. We're making the rules up as we go, building
love upon love and feeling upon feeling. Sometimes it all
feels a little shaky. Any new factor just makes the whole
thing seem a little shakier. It takes time to incorporate
change into the relationships. We've had little time to
digest and incorporate a whole lot of growth into our
*family*.

"It's just shy of two years since the whole thing started
with Theresa, John and then me. Since then it's grown to
some...... *sixteen* people who are sharing various
relationships. Despite that fact, we all pretty much get
along. I mean, there is no petty bickering. I can only
think of one minor argument that we've ever had, and that
was over growth and largely a misunderstanding. We had a
little roughness in strategic spots along the way, but
that was mainly because we didn't all understand each
others motives as well as we do now.

"I doubt that what we share is totally unknown to the
world, or history. There being now five billion people on
the planet and perhaps a total of some ten or fifteen
billion throughout history, I don't see how it could be
so unique. But if it has happened elsewhere -or elsewhen-
, then I am unaware of any instruction manual they wrote
to help others through the changes." Cindy said.

"Gosh, I never thought about all that. I just love making
love to you all." Alice said.

Cindy smiled at her.

"As we *all* love making love to you. It's kind of funny
you should say that. I think you three helped a great
deal in making this what it is. When you made us all
aware of how each of us actually felt about each other."
Cindy said.

"The Gestalt?" Bill asked.

Those involved all nodded.

"I'm sorry I missed out on that. To actually *know* what
another is thinking. It must be very different." Bill
said.

"I'll say... perhaps a little too different." Theresa
said, thoughtfully.

Catarina, Bianca and Shannon now looked confused. As
nobody else seemed inclined to explain, Bill did his
best.

"Do you all know the meaning of the term *Gestalt*?" he
asked them.

"A merging of minds, is it not?" Bianca asked.

"Yes, A group consciousness... or it's supposed to be. I
think that heretofore, it has been a mythical goal that a
whole bunch of mystics *tried* to attain.

But, from what I've been told -and I have no reason to
doubt- the triplets here actually experienced one. During
an advanced session in lovemaking their individual
consciousness merged. They were able to partially share
this with those involved in the family at the time. They
made each other aware of the feelings that they all
shared for each other. Am I explaining this correctly?"
Bill asked, looking around the table.

"Basically. It's not something that we've ever discussed
or tried to put into words ourselves. Those of us who
experienced it, *know* it. Those who didn't... well,
there just isn't any way we could explain it and have it
mean the same thing." Cindy said.

"That explains a lot to me." Kevin said, "I remember
quite clearly when it happened. I suddenly knew how
Theresa felt about me, and I knew she knew how I felt
about her. I also knew that we would be together
eventually. It wasn't something that I would even have
attempted to explain to anybody else. They would have
thought I was quite crazy."

Catarina, Bianca and Shannon sat back trying to digest
the story, themselves not knowing what to think. It was
clear that a good number of the people present understood
exactly, and believed it without the slightest doubt.

"Is this something you could do again?" Shannon asked the
triplets.

"No." they answered in unison.

"*Something*... would stop us. Something *greater* than
us. It was a one time experience that *something* allowed
us to share." Andrea went on to explain.

"*God?*" Catarina asked.

"No." they again answered in unison.

"Something more, something less and something different.
It fit all those definitions. John said he thought that
the universe was aware of itself. That was as close a
definition as I've heard anybody make, but it isn't quite
right." Amy said.

"It's kind of uncomfortable for us to talk about it."
Alice said.

"Yes, it was all *very* personal." Sally added.

"Part of it being uncomfortable, is that we can't do it
again. We'd like to sometimes... but we're not whole
yet... as a family." Andrea said.

"Will we be?" Theresa asked.

"Yes." the triplets all answered.

"Do you know what we yet need?" Sheila asked.

"Not *really*. We know it involves everybody here now,
but what and who else, we don't really know." Amy said,
looking at Cindy, oddly.

Cindy kind of shivered. She could feel part of the
answer. She remained quiet.



"It was thoughtful of them to cut our meat." John
observed, halfway into the meal.

Judy seemed to notice for the first time, although she
had consumed a fair amount. She nodded.

"Glad we both like a hint of garlic." he said.

Again she nodded.

John found himself getting distracted once again by her
breasts hanging before her. On a whim, he bent to the
side and kissed one. She giggled a bit, and continued
chewing her food.

"You sure don't talk much for a recently deflowered
virgin." John kind of chuckled.

Judy took a last bite of steak and chewed it. Followed by
her last carrot and a fork full of rice. She then took a
long sip on her coffee and sat back, swinging her tray
aside. She looked very content.

"I will love you until the day I die." she said, after a
while.

John looked at her a moment and then nodded.

"But when you say something, it's profound." he said,
swinging his own tray aside.

They sort of leaned together as they sipped the last of
their coffee.

After a while they set their mugs on the headboard and
Judy climbed over his hips facing him. John gently cupped
her breasts as they kissed tenderly. When she positioned
herself, John touched the spot that had served him well
the past two days.

They didn't move quickly. There was no urgency in their
lovemaking. Just a driving will to experience as much of
each other as they could in their allotted time.

Once both were spent once more, Judy lay forward and
snuggled to his chest. They slept that way, leaning on
the headboard.



After dinner the triplets volunteered for cleanup duty.
Catarina mixed herself a *Sunrise* and sat back observing
them at work. The rest of the crowd retired to the hot
tub.

Cindy sat back in a built in seat and let the water
buffet her body. Sally sat nearby, studying her.

"A penny for your thoughts.... Thinking about John?" she
asked.

Cindy opened her eyes and half smiled at the stunning
redhead.

"No, actually I was thinking of something else.... I'm
really quite thrilled that he's making it such a
memorable experience for Judy.... like he did for you."
Cindy said, reaching out a hand to caress Sally's cheek
affectionately.

Sally took her hand and kissed the palm, retaining it in
her hand.

"As I recall, you weren't quite so thrilled at the time."
she said.

"I didn't understand then like I do now." Cindy said,
squeezing Sally's hand softly.

"So what's on your mind, dear heart." Sally asked.

"Oh... Minnesota." Cindy said, distantly.

"Thinking of taking a trip?" Sally asked, grinning.

"I think I might try to persuade John into a little
detour on our way back from Washington." Cindy said.

"Speaking of which, what's that all about?" Sally asked.

"I haven't got a clue, but I don't think it's bad. I
think the President would try to distance himself from us
rather than inviting us to spend the night if it was."
Cindy said.

"I'm still jealous." Sally giggled.

"Of whom?" Cindy asked, sliding her hand from Sally's and
up her arm.

"If I knew that, I might be *really* jealous." Sally
chuckled, as Cindy's fingers teased a nipple.

They others sat in groups, roughly divided by their
chosen sleeping arrangements. This didn't preclude any
interaction between the groups... it was just a means of
getting a little head start on the evening.

"How's the arm?" Bill asked Kevin.

"Not bad. Still a little sore. Theresa picked my stitches
out the other day." Kevin answered.

"Quite the little Florence Nightingale." Shannon mused,
from Bill's lap.

"The man saves my life, what do you expect?" Theresa
asked, snuggled to Kevin's side.

"I think you had taken quite a shine to him before that."
Sheila chuckled from Bill's side.

"I would hope so, I'd agreed to marry him." Theresa said,
kissing Kevin's cheek.

"I don't know that I saved it. Bill's team certainly did.
When I went down one was swinging his gun towards
Theresa. I was trying to twist around when you're men
dropped him and the other one. I doubt I could have made
it in time." Kevin said.

"Oh don't go spoiling it for the girl. I understood Bill
to say you dropped two before you went down." Sheila
said.

"Just saving my own skin. I think they were out to snatch
Theresa before I messed it up for them." Kevin said.

"You did very well. I'm quite pleased with your
performance." Bill said.

"Thank you. But I must admit, you weren't on my mind at
the time." Kevin said.

"Theresa was. Just as she should have been." Bill said.

"Come on, hero. The doctor said you shouldn't soak too
long." Theresa said.

"You just want to get me alone again." Kevin said.

"You're right." Theresa chuckled, leading him away.

"My advise is to keep quiet and let the woman adore you."
Sheila called to Kevin.

"She should. I have no doubt that he saved her life.
There were too many of them for my men to handle by
themselves." Bill said, quietly.

"I'm quite proud of your performance as well." Sheila
said.

"Huh? What did I do?" Bill asked.

"You coordinated the whole thing. You had extra people on
Theresa, nailed Sergei in Salt Lake while your team in
New York was saving this lovely butt and those two over
there." Sheila said, caressing the first one.

"I sat in a communications van while all this was
happening." Bill objected.

"Notifying us in time to prepare for the attack. If you
hadn't done that, we would have been nailed cold at the
airport. As it was, I was able to get John's gun out for
him." Sheila said.

"But.." Bill started.

"My advise to you, is just what Sheila told Kevin.
There's two lovely ladies who desire to bed a hero
tonight. Don't go spoiling it for us." Shannon chuckled.

Bill shut up.



"I wish I could shake this." Bianca said, sort of
jittery.

"You're doing just fine. Besides, I've grown quite fond
of the effects. I've seldom encountered such passion in
lovemaking... before I came here." Mae said, caressing
Bianca in her lap.

"John said it would take time. In the mean time, I'm
quite enjoying it myself." Candice said, leaning in to
kiss Bianca softly.

"I think it's time for another treatment." Mae suggested.

Bianca hugged the two of them and nodded.

Candice led the way as they got out and dried off.

The triplets and Catarina came in and stripped off their
clothes.

Bill couldn't help but watch one in particular. The
effects not going unnoticed beneath Shannon.

"My, and a frisky hero to boot." Shannon giggled.

"I fear the reaction is to younger flesh than you and I.
I swear, Bill. I don't know how one in particular of them
can be so different. I just think they're all adorable."
Sheila said.

"I guess we just sort of..... *click*." Bill said,
absently.

"Want to sneak off with her. I'm sure that Shannon and I
can keep ourselves quite well amused." Sheila said,
tracing her fingers over Shannon's breasts.

"No, I'm content knowing we'll be together in the future.
I was quite looking forward to some unprotected
frivolity." Bill said, kissing Shannon softly.

"Well, don't forget to bring some for me. I may have to
get my tubes tied like Shannon. I quite enjoy it
unprotected as well." Sheila mused.

"Shall we retire?" Shannon asked, hoarsely.

The other two nodded. They made their way out of the tub.
The triplets all collected kisses from all on their way
in. The affect upon Bill was unquestionable.

"We left some club sandwiches in the fridge and a thermos
of coffee next to it. If we don't hear it if and when
John calls, would somebody else take it to them?"  Amy
asked everybody present.

Everybody nodded.

"So, you think I will let you get much sleep?" Catarina
chuckled.

"If'n we give you a break and only work in pairs." Andrea
giggled.

"Maybe that way you'll come back. We found out that we
don't scare folks so bad when we do that." Alice said.

"I can not imagine you three scaring anybody." Catarina
said, admiring their slender bodies.

"That's because we've taken it easy on you, up till now."
Andrea giggled.

"I think I shall enjoy tonight, if I live." Catarina
mused, being led to a seat by Amy.



Jean and Sally were double teaming Cindy. The distraction
of their kisses and caresses were more than sufficient to
pull her mind away from Minnesota... for the time being.

"I think I am quite done. I think a dip in the cool pool
and then we should retire." she said.

"Awe, all this warming up we do and you want to go and
chill it." Jean teased.

"You have no idea how hot cold water makes me." Cindy
demurred, leading them out.

"Going so soon? We just got here." Alice said.

Cindy stalled and collected a hug and kiss from all of
them, they all did.

"No, just a cold plunge. But straight to bed to attack
these two after that." Cindy giggled, between kisses.

The cold plunge didn't last too long. Cindy pulled Sally
to her and made it clear that she wasn't kidding about
cold water. She led her and Jean out, drying and kissing
as they walked.

"See you in the morning." she called back to the triplets
and Catarina.

"Good night." they all replied.



"Good. Now we can get a head start on things." Amy said
to Catarina, pulling her head into a kiss.

The other two moved in on either side. They weren't going
to take it easy on her this time.

She was long gone when John's voice sounded: "Uh.."
around three a.m.

The triplets were just drifting off.

"I'll go." Alice said.

She kissed her sisters softly and drew her hand over
Catarina's shapely backside as she slid out.

Sally was just nodding off from Cindy's third attack. Her
and Jean's counter attack had done both Jean and Cindy
in. Sally kissed them softly and slipped out.

She met Alice in the kitchen.

"Oh, you're up. I didn't know if you'd heard." Sally
said, pulling Alice into a hug.

"Yeah, I'm the last though." Alice said, hugging back.

"Same here. I'll help you and then we can snuggle if you
want." Sally said.

"I want." Alice giggled, pulling Sally into a kiss.

"Uh.." John's voice sounded again.

"On our way." Sally said shakily into the intercom, once
Alice let her loose.



They found John and Judy snuggled together, relatively
coherent after their nap. John looked up and smiled as
the thinly robed pair entered.

"Thanks, darlings. I would have gone myself, but Cindy
forbade me to leave the floor." John said.

"That's okay. We both love to wait on you whenever we get
the chance. We're the last ones up though." Sally said,
pouring coffee into two mugs.

Alice moved the plates from dinner onto a serving tray
and then set two plates of sandwiches and chips onto the
folding trays.

"Last ones up? What time is it?" Judy asked.

"About Three." Alice said.

"AM or PM?" John asked.

"AM." Sally giggled.

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I guess we could have waited till
morning. I hope I didn't wake everybody." John said.

"I doubt that. They all headed off with intentions of
serious debauchery. ... Speaking of which. How are you
two doing?" Sally asked.

"Rapidly closing in on our record." John mused.

"The thirty, or the hundred fifty?" Sally asked,
impressed.

"Both.. I think. Thank you." Judy said, shakily accepting
a mug of coffee from Sally.

"You're welcome. Glad to see you're doing better. I don't
even think you noticed me and Jean earlier." Sally said.

"Oh, he noticed. At least he got inspiration from
somewhere. I may not walk for a week." Judy said.

"I know *exactly* how you feel." Sally chuckled.

Judy looked at her a moment.

"Yes. I believe you do." she said softly.

"Thank you for cutting our meat for us. That was nice."
John said.

"You're quite welcome. Well, we don't want to overstay
our welcome." Sally said.

"No, sit down and visit for a while. Is there more coffee
for you?" John asked.

"No, but I don't want any anyway. Tell you what, if you
really want us to visit, then let us take these dishes up
to the kitchen. Alice and I can get a drink and come back
and join you for a bit." Sally offered.

"Please. Do that, both of you." Judy said, munching on a
sandwich.

"I can take them up by myself. What would you like to
drink, Alice?" Sally asked.

"A wine cooler. Peach if there is any. Any kind
otherwise. You sure you don't want me to help?" Alice
asked.

"No, I can stack it all on one tray. It's not heavy."
Sally said, doing it.

"So, Alice, -please, sit on the bed- how was your night?"
Judy asked.

"It was fun. My sisters and I kind of ganged up on
Catarina. She's sleeping like a baby." Alice replied,
sitting on the bed.

"What was it you girls told *me* about cruelty." John
chuckled.

"Oh, we weren't cruel. We just had fun.... she tastes
good." Alice said, blushing.

'Yes she does." Both John and Judy mused at the same
time.

They all laughed. It helped to break the ice a bit. Alice
moved and sat cross legged at the foot of the bed. Her
robe slipped open a bit. She was nude beneath it.

"My, that's a lovely sight. Makes me feel like some
desert." Judy mused, munching her sandwich.

Alice blushed and pulled the robe between her legs.

"Awe... And I was enjoying it too." John teased.

"Really?" Alice asked, shyly.

"Yes." they both answered again.

Alice blushed, but pulled the robe aside again. Then she
shrugged and pulled it off her shoulders.

"That's better. Quite a nice dinner show." John said.

"With what Sally said earlier, I kind of thought you two
would only like to see each other." Alice said.

"What did Sally say?" Judy asked.

"She said you two were just looking at each other. Cindy
was telling Bill how that was serious love." Alice said.

"Come here." Judy said to Alice.

Alice looked puzzled, but crawled up between them. Judy
pulled her onto her lap.

"It's true. I *am* seriously in love with John. This has
been a very special time for us. Especially for me, but
that doesn't mean that I don't still care for you and
everybody else. In fact, that makes what I feel for all
of you stronger. Because now I *understand* how you all
feel about John. We all share that now. Okay?" Judy
asked, softly kissing Alice and hugging her to her
breasts.

"Okay. I'm glad, cause I sure love you two too." Alice
said, kissing Judy's cheek.

Sally returned with two wine coolers. She was a bit
surprised to see a nude Alice in Judy's lap.

"Come sit on my lap, pumpkin." John offered.

Sally passed Alice's cooler over and set hers on John's
table. She dropped her robe and climbed onto his lap.

John nestled her head against his shoulder.

"Alice was saying that our condition earlier led to some
speculation about how Judy and I would feel about the
rest of you. I just wanted to put your mind at ease. I
still love you all dearly. Now I just have Judy too."
John said, kissing her softly.

Sally quivered a bit in his arms.

"I wasn't really worried. I guess I was just a little
envious that I didn't understand that depth of feeling on
my first night with you." Sally said, sighing against
him.

"You've learned it since." John said, pulling her head
and gazing into her eyes.

Sally quivered even more. She nodded and kissed him
softly. Then tucked her head back against his shoulder,
sighing contentedly.

"Tell you what. You two let us finish our snack and then
John can let you know just how much he cares for you
while I do the same with this lovely young woman. I'm in
the mood for a little desert." Judy offered.

"You don't need to do that. Actually, Alice and I were
going to slip away for a little snuggle anyway." Sally
said.

"So why don't you two get started while we finish
eating." Judy said.

"You wouldn't mind?" Sally asked.

"Mind? Of course not. Why would I mind? I seem to recall
you and I making love with six other women in the same
room." Judy chuckled.

"Yes, I recall, but they were similarly occupied." Sally
chuckled back.

"Does that matter?" John asked.

"No, not to me. Not really. If you want to Alice?" Sally
asked.

Alice kissed Judy and then moved to meet Sally half way.
To give the diners some room, Sally scootched them down
towards the bottom of the bed.

John and Judy shared an inspired kiss and then went back
to their meal as Sally proved she understood depth of
feeling with Alice.

Perhaps it was knowing they were being watched by John
and Judy, but Alice and Sally became very passionate in
their lovemaking.

The diners found themselves eating quicker. They pushed
their trays aside and snuggled together watching the
writhing couple as they sipped at their coffee.

They shared another inspired kiss and then each took
their last mouthful and crawled down between the two
women's thighs. Each reacting favorably to the hot
tongues that touched them.

A gray light was sifting into the room from the tracking
mirror when they all slipped blissfully into sleep after
many whispered words of love, intertwined every which
way.

John's record with Sally was broken, partially by her.
Her record with John was well surpassed by Judy, again
with her assistance. Alice learned much about depth of
feeling.



"What's going on here?" Cindy's voice asked about ten o-
clock.

"I think they both needed more victims." Sheila chuckled.

"Good morning,  loves." John said, lifting his head from
the pillow of Judy's breasts.

Alice was snuggled to Judy's other side, Sally to John's
side. They all stirred.

Alice lifted her head and kissed Judy on the cheek, bent
and kissed John on the forehead before she slipped out to
the bathroom. Sally lifted her head and kissed John on
the cheek and then did the same to Judy before she
slipped out as well.

Judy hugged John back to her breasts.

"Good morning." she told the two baffled women, smiling
at them.

"We brought you some breakfast. We didn't expect to find
Sally and Alice here. We thought they had slipped off
together somewhere. We were about to start a search
party." Sheila giggled, setting a tray down.

"They were going to, but we waylaid them. Which is
precisely what we'd like to do to you two after
breakfast." Judy said.

"But I thought -it being your inaugural- that you would
want your privacy." Cindy said, holding mugs of coffee
for the prone couple.

Judy slid back and sat up, drawing John into his previous
position, only sitting.

"A change of plans. John welcomed me into womanhood
*very* satisfactorily -I don't know if I could walk so
good-, but I thought that for our last day, joint
sessions with everyone we loved would be the perfect
finale to three perfect days." Judy said, accepting a mug
of coffee.

She caught Cindy's hand with her other and pulled it to
her lips, kissing it softly.

"Well, I don't have any objection to that, if it's what
you really want." Cindy said, enjoying Judy's touch.

"Neither do I. If it's what you both want." Sheila said,
placing a plate on John's tray.

John caught her hand and treated it similarly. She and
Cindy shared a bemused look, each wondering what had
transpired the night before.

Sally and Alice returned.

"Food?" Sally inquired.

"Yours and Alice's is in the kitchen. We didn't expect to
find you here. Better go head off the search party."
Cindy said.

The two women found their robes and then collected kisses
from the four of them before heading out. They seemed
ecstatically cheerful.

Judy kissed Cindy's hand once more and then half
staggered out to the bathroom.

John motioned towards the end of the bed as he dug into
his breakfast.

"So what gives." Cindy asked, sitting down.

"Just as Judy said. We got reports of concern that our
level of debauchery might have indicated a change in
feeling towards the rest of you. So we decided to put the
question to rest." John said, between bites.

"We just thought you were trying to break yours an
Sally's records. We wouldn't want to mess that up." Cindy
giggled.

"Oh, we passed that around four this morning." John said,
taking a sip of coffee.

"Which one, the thirty or the one hundred fifty?" Sheila
asked.

"Both... I think." John said, thoughtfully chewing.

"You made love over thirty times!? In thirty hours?"
Cindy asked, aghast, and again a little bit jealous.

"Doesn't sound right. I know I slept a lot." John mused.

"Yes, but you averaged *over* twice an hour each time you
were awake." Judy said, returning.

She collected kisses from the two women before sliding
back into her spot.

"My turn." John said, slipping out.

Sheila turned to Judy, now attacking her breakfast with a
vengeance.

"He actually made love thirty times in thirty hours?" she
asked.

"I made it thirty-three in that time.... Thirty seven
since he first walked in." Judy said, chewing on a piece
of toast.

"That's over once an hour... *averaged*!"   Sheila
gasped.

"How about you. How many orgasms did you have?" Cindy
asked.

Judy considered her food a moment.

"I'm not sure. I kind of lost count around... well, lets
see. Sally took great pride in pushing me over her
limit.. I figure I had another dozen or so before we
passed out." she said, shakily taking a sip of coffee.

"That would put you around..... one-hundred-sixty-two."
Sheila figured.

"Sounds about right." Judy nodded.

"I made it one-sixty-five." John said, returning.

He collected his kisses, taking a bit longer. Letting the
women know they were serious about their invitation.

"I'm not sure I believe you... you're both talking! I
remember how you were before." Sheila giggled.

"I didn't have my little trick then." John said,
returning to his breakfast.

"That just helped you do it more, not survive it better."
Cindy giggled.

"Actually, it makes my orgasms a little less
devastating...past the tenth time or so." John mused.

"So how do you explain Judy being able to talk?" Sheila
asked.

"Five and a half hours of sleeping like a rock." Judy
said, finishing her first cup of coffee.

Sheila refilled it for her. Judy pulled her to her and
rewarded her well.

"So the question remains... Are you interested, or not?"
she asked a now shaky Sheila.

"Sure, I'm game." she said, bending again.

"Me too. I just want to see him do it three more times."
Cindy giggled.

"Well, last time we got our inspiration from Sally and
Alice. They started while we were finishing our snack. So
you two go ahead, we'll join in when we're able." John
chuckled.

"I knew it! You just want Sheila and I to put on a show
for you." Cindy giggled.

"Guess you found us out.... would you mind?" Judy asked.

Sheila and Cindy looked at each other for a moment, then
both shrugged.

Cindy opened her arms and Sheila moved into them. John
and Judy finished their breakfast, then snuggled together
watching, caressing each other.

Sheila and Cindy were more than a little shocked when
they joined in. Later they were a lot shocked as they lay
recuperating. John and Judy looked like they'd just
gotten started.

"Next!" John giggled.

Cindy and Sheila looked at each other and helped each
other to their feet and out the door.

"We'll send somebody." Cindy managed to call back.

"Make it pairs." Judy called.

Sheila waved acknowledgement.



Feeling a bit cruel, they sent the other two triplets,
thinking that would be the end of it. An hour and a half
later they staggered out and tagged Catarina and Bianca.

They lasted two hours.

Next came Candice and Mae. They only lasted an hour and
twenty minutes.

They staggered out.

"They want more.. and lunch." Mae slurred.

Theresa looked around at the dazed women.

"Come on Jean, I guess were on." she said.

They lasted a full two hours, as John and Judy were
eating part of the time.

"Next!" Theresa said, staggering into the kitchen.

"Where's Jean?" Sheila asked.

"She headed for bed." Theresa said, fumbling with the
coffee pot.

"There is nobody else.. unless they want the guys." Cindy
said.

"No, Judy wants to schedule them another time. I don't
think Kevin's healthy enough anyway. They asked for
volunteers." Theresa babbled, finding a seat.

Cindy looked around the table. Most everybody looked
dazed.

"How about it, Sally? You've had the most rest. Let's
give it a go." Cindy suggested.

"Sure, I'm game... you only live once." Sally said.

Bianca and Alice looked a little disappointed.

"And you two also. *That* should put an end to things."
Cindy giggled.

It *almost* did.  John and Judy made love one last time
before they faded too. Four women inert around them.
Their eyes were open and locked together for their last
orgasm.

The next morning the last four made a clean get away.
John and Judy were snuggled together, sleeping
peacefully.

"Anybody even considers waking them up, I'll kill them."
Cindy mused over breakfast.

"No argument from me." Sally said.

Cindy looked around the table. There was no sign of
dissention.

"No argument from me either. We need to be out of here
around six tomorrow morning. " Bill said.

"We'll pack for them. We'd better let them sleep as much
as possible." Sheila suggested.