M/f, f/f, M/ff , MF ==================================================== Castle In The Sand By Deana Johns. Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted. --------------------------------------------------------- This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with. My most sincere thanks go to Jean Walker for the outstanding -and massive- task of editing this story. If there is something wrong, then it is my fault as I did some of my own editing afterward, adding back in sections I had once removed to make it tamer in hopes of publishing it. As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from women. Please reply to: deanajohns at softcom dot net --------------------------------------------------------- Castle In the Sand Everybody nodded. Chapter 88 Cindy brought them breakfast about five the next morning. Even so she had to lightly shake them to get them to stir. John stretched. "Mmm .. Hi babe. Back for more?" he asked. "Nope. Your *four* days are up. You've got a date with the President." Cindy said, scooting out of range as John reached for her. "Okay... but I won't enjoy it as much, he's not my type.... Four?" John asked. "It is now the morning of the *fifth* day since you entered this room." Cindy said. Judy stretched like a cat and looked up hungrily at Cindy. "When you change your mind... You *really* change your mind!" Cindy chuckled, looking a bit scared. "Did I hear you say it was morning... the *fifth* morning?" she asked, groggily. "Yes, about five AM." Cindy said, putting a plate on a tray, staying outside of range. She swung the tray around over John and moved warily to the other side to repeat the operation. "Why so early?" Judy asked, unconcerned over the lost day. "We board a helicopter in just about an hour. So eat quick. We all have a date with the President." Cindy replied, swinging the tray around. "What would the President want with me?" Judy said, slipping out of bed. Cindy retreated to a defensible corner, which just happened to contain the table with the coffee and mugs. "I haven't a clue. Maybe he's after more secret weapons." Cindy replied, pouring the coffee and keeping a wary eye on Judy as she passed. "I thought I told Bill he would have to wait?" John said, sitting up. "That was three days ago. He rescheduled. Bill said if we miss this flight they'll send federal marshals to collect us." Cindy said, boldly taking a cup to John. She wasn't quick enough and he caught her, pulling her into his lap, almost upsetting his breakfast. Cindy barely set the mug down in time. "John! We don't have time for this!" she giggled. "We will *always* have time for this." He said softly. She caught his tone and quit her struggles. They gazed into each others eyes a moment and John softly kissed her once, then released her. She stayed. "I just wanted you to know how I felt." he said, giving her a little push off his lap. "I know how you feel. But this one is going to cost you." she said. "Name it." John said. "One; We're booked to sleep in the Lincoln bedroom tonight. You and I. I would like very much to make love at least once in that four poster bed." she said. "I'm fairly certain I can guarantee that. Granted." he said. "And... I want at least a week of your time for a little side trip on our return. Just you and me... in Minnesota." she said, shyly. John looked at her a moment. "If I understand you correctly; Make it two, if she'll have us." he said, softly. "Thank you." she said, softly in return. "No, thank *you*." he said. She found her eyes misting over. "You'd better eat. I've packed for you and laid some things out." she said. "I love you." he said. Cindy sat on the edge rail and softly kissed him. "And I love you. Now eat." she said, slipping away. She caught Judy on the way back from the bathroom. She pulled her into a soft kiss and said: "Welcome again to womanhood. I'm glad you had a good time. Now eat quick." Judy smiled radiantly at her and nodded. Cindy slipped out, wiping her eyes. "You know, you really should marry that girl." Judy said, slipping in and swinging her tray back around. "I intend to, soon." John said, looking after Cindy. They sent a *large* helicopter, too big for the silo roof. It set down off to the side, kicking up a cloud of dust, despite the new paving in the compound. They let the blades spin down before boarding to avoid dirtying their outfits. They were a few minutes late taking off, but the pilots had instructions to make up the time. The trip to Hill Air Force base was somewhat somber, as everyone was a little groggy except the farm girls. They chatted jovially, excited about meeting the president again. Telling Candice about their first time. The executive jet was warmed up on the end of the runway, the helicopter set down by it and they waited till the blades stopped before crossing over. Airmen hustled luggage over for them as Bill tried to hurry them. No sooner was the last person belted in when the plane was given clearance and began it's take off. It lifted gracefully and gained altitude, angling towards the East. Some of the group napped on the plane. Sheila and Bill worked on their laptops. Cindy sat snuggled to John's arm. They didn't talk much, but seldom lost body contact. The triplets sat watching the terrain below. Theresa doted over Kevin. Stewards offered breakfast, but all declined. Most had coffee though. The stewards seemed disappointed. They were used to VIP's, but this flight was different. There was a plethora of stunning women, all clad in stunning outfits. Even a famous actress. Shannon graciously signed autographs for them. To the delight of the triplets and the surprise of the others, they asked everybody for their autographs. John signed one for each, and then turned his attention back out the window. He didn't feel like a hero, no matter how much he was treated as one. John's definition of a hero, was a person who put themselves in harms way by choice, and then performs exemplary in that situation. John had not chosen to be in the position he had found himself in. Yes, he had dealt with it in the best manner in which he could have, given the facts of the situation, but given a choice, he would have happily avoided the whole occurrence. It wasn't his choice. Thus, he didn't feel like a hero. These and a dozen other thoughts occupied his brain as the jet flew into the morning sun. Bill took a break and moved forward to procure a soda. He sat back next to Andrea, who took his hand and squeezed it, kissing him on the cheek. "So, are you going to tell us what this is all about?" she asked. "I don't rightly know. I guess we'll all find out in a couple of hours." Bill replied. "Will they let us sleep together?" she asked. "I don't know that either." he replied. "So what do you know?" Andrea asked, giggling. Bill looked at her. "I know I love you." he said. "We know that, we all love you too." she said. "I know that too, but... I was referring to you specifically." he said. This earned him a long, warm kiss and the envy of all the stewards. "So, do you feel different, now that you've been *deflowered?*" Sally asked Judy. "Not much, in some ways, very different in others. This is the first time I've ever felt.... *connected* to another. Before I just experienced relationships. Now it feels like I *belong* in one." Judy replied. "I can understand that. I feel the same way." Sally said. Judy looked at her a moment, considering. "Yes, I'll bet you do. We share... a special bond, you and I. The same wonderful man took our maidenheads." Judy mused. Sally took her hand and squeezed it softly. She was reserved in her affections as they had all learned to be away from the silo. "If they give us our choice of accommodations, perhaps we could explore that bond more fully." she said, seductively. "Yes, that sounds quite nice... I feared I had done you in yesterday...or I guess it was the day before." Judy chuckled. "You almost did, and I fully enjoyed that. But somehow I prefer the intimacy of one on one encounters." Sally said. "I quite agree... but I wouldn't have missed the last five days for the world." Judy said, rolling her eyes. "I'll bet, nor would I have missed my time with him... every moment of it, then and now." Sally said. "Funny, men all over the place. Some very good ones -as witnessed by Kevin and Bill-, yet all of us end up falling for the same one." Judy said. "That's understandable. He's quite a hard act to follow, as you well know." Sally chuckled. Judy nodded in *understanding*. "How soon would you like to get started at my place." Shannon asked Sheila. "Oh, Well, we have three complete machines ready for the next salon when we found a suitable location. I could have one shipped out and set up as soon as all this blows over." Sheila replied, looking up from her laptop. "Why not two or three?" Shannon asked. "Gosh, I wouldn't want to impose. You're being kind enough as it is. I didn't want to expose you to an overwhelming situation. It's likely to be slow starting up anyway, until the word gets out to your friends." Sheila said. "Phooey. With the way you're booked at your other salons, I could easily keep all machines humming as many hours a day as Catarina and Bianca are up to. And it's no imposition to me. The guest house is quite adequately removed that it won't bother me a bit how busy it is." Shannon replied. "That's very kind of you. What about the business license end of it? Won't that take time?" Sheila asked. "I figure a week, realistically. You may want to do some remodeling to the guest house, but there is a large family room area that would be perfect for a reception area, and several small private rooms where you could set up the scanners and spinning machines." Shannon said. "I'm sure it would be fine as is. ... Gosh, are there any bonded storage facilities nearby? I just realized that this would be a special situation to deal with; *all* the mannequins representing celebrities." Sheila said. "There's a large, secure double garage you could use for temporary storage and many bonded storage facilities at your beck and call. They'll pick up. With all the large estates in the area, it's not uncommon for people to put their belongings into storage while they winter in warmer climates. I quite prefer the winter where I am." Shannon mused. "From what Sally's told me, it sounds like a lovely estate. I'd love to see it." Sheila said. "I'd be very pleased to have you stay for as long as you'd like, anytime you'd like. In fact.... Why don't you take some time after this shindig is done with and come check out the guest house? Then you can see for yourself what it might or might not need." Shannon invited. "Depending on what this is all about, and how it turns out. I think that I'd like that very much." Sheila said. "You know, it's not just about business -although I expect to make a bundle off this. Quite frankly I enjoyed our time together very much. Both with Bill and last night." Shannon said. Sheila smiled at her warmly. "Yes, I did as well. I'm sure I would have a wonderful time." she said. "So what *do* you think this is all about?" Shannon asked. "Beats me. But I can't imagine it's bad if the President isn't distancing himself from us." Sheila said. Catarina considered her sister. Bianca seemed calm enough, for now. She'd spent an active night with the triplets again, in preparation for the trip. They applied her last treatment just minutes before they had to shower to make the flight. Even so, Catarina worried a bit over accommodations and whether or not they'd have the freedom to deal with her sisters addiction when she felt the craving. Bianca smiled at her reassuringly and squeezed her hand before she went back to looking distantly out the window. She was a little worried too. "I wish this was all over with. I'm sure our customers wonder where the hell I am." Mae said. "Now don't you go fretting. The girls can deal with it very well, and you know it, as you trained them. I'm sure our customers watch the news too. They'll realize that you've been kept away, not of your own choosing." Candice reassured her. "Ah, there you'd be very wrong. I quite enjoyed my stay at the silo and all the wonderful time we've had alone. I just feel a little guilty about enjoying myself so much while neglecting our customers." Mae said. "Well, you didn't neglect them out of choice. And as far as being there, you know yourself that if'n you had been, then you would have been spending all your time dealing with the press, and still not the customers." Candice said. "I know... and you're right. Thank you." Mae said. "Anytime, babe, anytime." Candice said. "How about as soon as we're alone." Mae demurred. Candice smiled and nodded. The plane touched down easily and taxied to a location nearby a waiting Executive helicopter. Bags and personnel transferred, the bags by military crewman, the personnel by themselves. During a short flight to the White House, the women checked their make-up. John felt comfortable enough. Bill fretted, Kevin seemed more concerned over Theresa. Much to John's surprise, the red carpet was rolled out, bordered by the White House Honor guard. The Vice- President and his wife met them and shook all their hands before guiding them into the stately mansion. Apologizing that the President himself hadn't been able to meet them as he was detained by matters of state. "I hardly expected him to. I am unsure as to why we are here at all." John replied. "Oh come now, no need to be so modest, Mr. Stevens. I have been fully briefed on all your heroic deeds." replied the Vice-President. "A hero I am not. I was saving my own skin. It was pure coincidence that I happened to save Sheila and Catarina's lovely skins as well. Now Lieutenant Waters, he's a real hero. He laid his life selflessly on the line for the woman he loves." John replied. The Vice-President looked at him curiously. "Yes, we are quite aware of Lieutenant Waters heroism. I feel you are being too modest yourself. That's okay though. It will play well with the press. If you will just step this way we've arranged for a private tour of the White House until the President is free to meet with you all." the Vice-President said, turning to lead the procession and effectively cutting off further debate. The silo residents followed in semi-awed reverence for the fine old building as the tour progressed. They hardly noticed the metal and explosive detectors that scanned them as they passed into the building, or the very watchful eyes of the Secret Service agents who accompanied them. They looked upon John with wary respect. None of them had ever actually killed anybody. They were all fully aware that John had. The tour was pleasant and interesting. When they toured the Lincoln bedroom, Cindy and John were notified -as a *by the way*- that they would be spending the night there. Cindy beamed, John was thoughtful over how well an unmarried couple spending the night in the Lincoln bedroom would "play with the press." He silently chuckled to himself over it. Shortly afterwards, the First Lady joined them. The Vice- President made introductions around the group (getting them all right, thus proving his critics wrong.). The First Lady greeted each of them warmly. Muriel Wilson was without question the most attractive First Lady to grace the White House in over a century. In her early forties, trim, well endowed, pretty and surprisingly charming. She paid particular interest to the triplets. John wondered if the President talked in his sleep. "The President would like to meet with the men first. Seems a bit sexist, but I don't really mind as it will give me the opportunity to become better aquatinted with you lovely ladies." Muriel stated. The men took their cues and followed the Vice-President. John snuck a quick kiss from Cindy. Hands reached out and were squeezed warmly as the men departed. The First Lady seemed not to notice. "Now, you must tell me all about these stunning outfits." Muriel Wilson said, turning to the ladies. The Vice-President led the men to the Oval Office. The men took it in stride when the Secret Service agents patted each down before they were allowed to enter. President Thomas Wilson looked up from his desk and almost jumped to his feet to greet the men. "Mr. Stevens, I can't tell you what a pleasure it is to finally meet you and your companions." said the President. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. President." John replied, shaking hands. The President's handshake was surprisingly strong for a politician. John returned the grip carefully. "Lieutenant Waters, How's the arm?" The President asked, shaking Kevin's hand. "Feeling much better, thank you, Mr. President." Kevin replied. "Good. Bill, so good to see you again. Marvelous job on the operation." The President said, gripping Howdy's hand warmly. "Thank you, Mr. President. I'm grateful we didn't lose anybody on our side." Howdy replied. "Quite so, quite so. Please, sit down. All of you. Can I offer you a drink?" The President asked, motioning them to seats. "Thank you, Mr. President. Just black coffee for me." John said, sitting in a plush chair opposite the President's, before his desk. The President moved to his Executive *throne*, a high back ergonomic chair that probably cost ten thousand dollars. (Actually, it was fifty-thousand as the back contained a large quantity of Kevlar bullet and shrapnel proofing to supplement the thick bullet proof glass of the windows.) A steward brought John a cup of incredibly good coffee in a delicate cup embossed with the Presidential Seal. Surprisingly, a finger would actually fit through the handle on the fine china. The others all chose coffee as well. Once the stewards slipped out, the President turned to the group. "I guess you know what this is all about?" he said. John answered for the group. "In all honesty, I haven't a clue. Mr. President." he replied. "Oh, come now. No need to be so modest. I've been following your activities for some time now." said the President. John smirked, beside his better judgement. The President caught it. "What I really would like, is to hear all about your welfare plan for the homeless." said the President, fighting his own smirk. "It's not that complicated, Mr. President. Basically, it just gives the homeless a place where they can clean up and deal with the logistics of re-entering the work force while providing temporary housing. The cost is charged to them, to their IRS accounts. Once they are back in the work force, they pay it back over a reasonable period of time." John explained. "Yes, I really like that part. Much easier to sell to a spend-thrift congress." said the President, "Would you mind if a few members of the House and Senate joined us? I'd like you to explain the whole thing to them." "No, of course not. Not at all, Mr. President." John said. The President touched a button on his desk and a few moments latter six more men were ushered into the room. The Vice-President made introductions between the four senators, two congressmen and the silo crowd. The six basically represented the majority and minority leadership of the country. "Now, Mr. Stevens. Would you please explain your plan to these gentlemen, from the beginning." asked the President. "From the beginning? How much time do I have, Mr. President?" John asked. "Take all the time you need. I want you to cover the whole thing." replied the President. John was flabbergasted. Time was a very valuable commodity to these men. He had the undivided attention of the power structure of the whole country. He took a deep breath to calm himself and began. He laid out the entire plan as he had envisioned it. Some hour and a half later he finished up. The Senators, Congressmen and president held their questions until after John finished. Then they questioned virtually each segment, in detail. John made up spot answers to cover things he hadn't even considered. Finally the questions ran down. "Comments?" the President asked. "It's quite brilliant!" said the Speaker of the House (Vice-President.) "It is *all* of that. Will it fly with the two houses?" asked the President. "I don't see why not, Mr. President. It finances itself. The only question is how much it takes out of the short term coffers." answered the Senate Majority leader. "Not that much, I should think. Once the system is up and running, you'd see an almost instant return in terms of payroll taxes coming in from the newly employed. In the meantime it reduces the welfare burden considerably." John replied. "And you make out like a bandit, with that massive chunk of land you got." said the Senate Minority leader, suspiciously. John turned to him, holding his temper. "Senator. That's a done deal. I have title to that land, free and clear. No matter what you guys do from here on out. I've also pledged my royalties from my Second Skin patents, which already amounts to tens of millions of dollars, and likely will exceed hundreds of millions down the road. You can hurt the program by taking away my tax deferment on the property, but you won't stop my part. I already have everything I need. I won't make one cent from this program. In fact it will cost me a great deal. The reason I am doing it, is because it needs to be done, and I'm in a position to do a small part. You guys can make the whole thing work, nation wide. It's up to you." John said. "Yes, I don't think we need question Mr. Stevens motives. He's shown himself to be an exemplary citizen. God knows we could use a lot more just like him." chided the President. The Senator bristled, then added: "Well, perhaps if we could put these people to work ourselves, on our highway system. The federal freeways in my state are in quite a state of decay." The others moaned slightly. "May I make a suggestion, Mr. President?" John asked. "Certainly, John. Please, speak freely." said the President. "Well, it seems to me, that one of the reasons you guys bicker and argue so much, is usually over the special interest riders that get hung onto the simplest bill. This program benefits the entire country, both political parties. What I suggest, just this once, is that you present and vote on a clean bill, no riders at all. That way the only bickering will be about what really matters, making this program work." John said. The Senators and Congressmen were shocked over the concept, but they kind of nodded to themselves. The Senate minority leader glared at John. The majority leader caught the look. "Come on Felix. Just this once lets work together on what really matters. You've got hundreds of other bills you can do your political posturing on. This is a good idea, and you know it. Lord knows we can all use a little positive press. This will supply us both with a whole bunch of that." said the Majority leader. The minority leader sulked a bit, but nodded. "The other thing, is to put one man in charge of the program, and then leaving him alone to run it. I would highly recommend William Howdy here for that position. If you don't hire him, I intend to. To run my side of the program." John said. "What is your political affiliation, Mr. Howdy?" asked the minority leader. "I don't see that that is of any concern. When I vote, I never vote a straight ticket. I vote independently on each position based upon whom I think is the best qualified to do the job. If you have to categorize me, think of me as a Republican with a social conscience or a very conservative Democrat. I'm a little of each. I see that social programs are necessary, but I also realize that somebody has to pay for them. That's the criteria under which I would run things." Bill replied. "But how are you registered?" asked the Congressional Minority leader. "Just a minute. I agree with Mr. Howdy. I don't think we need to know that. I picked Bill for his current position without knowing that myself. He's a very competent administrator, that's all we need to know. Actually, I would choose Mr. Stevens to run the program. It's his idea and a good one." said the President. "Thank you, Mr. President. But I must respectfully decline the offer. I'm quite ready for retirement. I've had enough excitement to last me for quite a while. Besides, I don't really think that you would want me in that position. I'm afraid my lifestyle would prove too much of a distraction for the press for me to effectively do the job." John said. "Yes, about your lifestyle. Isn't it true that you live with all those women I saw down the hall. Indulging in all manner of perverted sexual acts?" asked the Senate Minority leader. John turned to face him, gritting his teeth. "No, I've never met the First Lady before today." John said. The President burst out laughing. When he recovered he turned to the Minority leader: "Felix, shut the fuck up. You can take your goody two shoes hypocrisy and stuff it up your ass. We need not mention those two cheerleaders you're quietly paying child support to. Now the deal is that either you swallow your shit and get behind this program or I will veto every single bill you introduce until the end of your term or mine. Clear enough?" he asked. Felix bristled and looked around the room for support. He found none. He sighed and nodded to the President. "Okay, gentlemen. I want a bill on my desk by the end of the week. A clean one, just like Mr. Stevens suggested. We all benefit from this, but more importantly, the whole country does. That's why we're here in the first place. I think that's something we tend to forget." directed the President. There were nods of agreement around the room. "Fine.. If we're in agreement -for once- I think that they're just about ready for us in the garden for the awards ceremony." said the President. "Awards ceremony, Mr. President?" John asked, baffled. "Yes, certainly. You didn't expect your heroic actions to go unrewarded, did you?" the President asked, chuckling. "I'm no hero, Mr. President. Like I told the Vice- President; I was saving my own skin." John said. The Senators and Congressmen looked concerned. "Why don't you gentlemen move out to the garden while I have a little private chat with Mr. Stevens." the President said by way of dismissal. The group took the hint and headed out. The Vice- President motioned for Bill and Kevin to follow. A Secret Service agent remained. "Give us a minute alone, will you Jim?" the President asked the Secret Service agent. "Sir. I think I should remain." replied the agent. "I'm well aware of your concerns. Now get." replied the President, shortly. The agent sighed, looking at John as if to say; "Be good, or else!" and stepped out, leaving the door ajar. The President sighed and moved to close it. He moved to a small fold down bar and opened it, taking two glasses and adding ice. He poured two shots of Laphroag 25 year old into the glasses and handed one to John. "I must thank you for introducing Bill to this excellent Scotch. He made inquiries and was able to locate a twenty- five year old bottle from the distillery for me." the President said, handing a glass to John. John accepted the glass and smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, Mr. President." he said. "Okay, John. Here's the deal." the President said, taking a sip of his own, "We've all got our butts in a sling. Yours included. The homeless bill will help that a lot. The other thing that will help that, is to give the country some heros. Whether or not you feel like one. The alternative, is having the IRS, the GSA and every member of the House, Senate and the press crawling up our asses with a microscope over how this whole thing was financed. Quite frankly, I don't know of any other way to pull it off." John sighed. "I understand that, Mr. President. But I really don't feel like a hero." he said. "Be that as it may. You are. You put your life on the line... by choice. You may have been defending yourself at the final shootout, but the reason that all occurred, is because you voluntarily chose to become involved in the operation. It was in fact your idea. And a very good one at that. As operations go, I can't think of one that worked as effectively. We nabbed a high ranking KGB officer that half the worlds been trying to nail for over a decade. In addition to another couple of dozen agents in the process. Now I want this homeless program to work. We have the support of both houses. Not counting that asshole Felix, who doesn't have the support of even his own party. But unless I can give the press a distraction in the form of a group of model citizens, then we lose that support and the whole thing turns into a witch hunt. Clear enough?" asked the President. "The plan is clear enough, Mr. President. But I'm not so sure you want to be associated with us. We *aren't* model citizens. If the moral majority... rather *when* the moral majority finds out about our lifestyle, all hell's going to break lose." John said. "Maybe. But your best defense against that, is for the public to know just what kind of *citizens* you all *have* been, regardless of your lifestyle. Even the moral majority likes a little spice in their lives. I think you'll be surprised how little stir your lifestyles create. But think about this; What is a patriot? You and your group from the Silo thought up this whole thing. You voluntarily put your lives on the line. The result was that you did a great service to your country. What better definition of a Patriot?" asked the President. "I never expected to put my life on the line, Mr. President. The most I expected to give up was a little privacy." John replied. "Be that as it may. It didn't work out that way. You may not have expected the KGB to take such an active interest in you, but it did. When push came to shove, you came through. Now all you have to do is accept your reward, and then the whole thing can go away. If you don't, it won't." said the President. "Just what award did you have in mind, Mr. President?" John asked. "Oh, just a citizenship award. It carries a hundred thousand dollar stipend with it. If you feel uncomfortable about that, then contribute it to charity. Use it for your program." replied the President. John sighed and nodded. "All right. Mr. President. It feels hypocritical. But we'll do it your way if you think it will help." John said. The President smiled. "Yes, it will help immensely.... Now, about your life style.... I'm quite envious of you and the triplets. If it wasn't so danged dangerous, I would be sorely tempted myself. So what *are* your plans concerning the women?" asked the President. "Well, Mr. President. I intend to marry Cindy, to start with. Once all the attention fades away, I *intend* to marry them all. I don't know if you are familiar with Robert Heinlien's books, but he introduces a concept of a line marriage, where everybody is married to each other. The marriage can go on for hundreds of years after the founding members have passed away." John explained. "Ye gods, I doubt the moral majority's ready for that. How soon did you have in mind to marry Cindy?" asked the President. "As soon as we could arrange it... Mr. President." John said, almost forgetting the honorarium. "No need to be so formal when we're alone. Please, call me Tom. It gets so I hardly hear my name. I miss it..... How would you feel about a White House wedding?" the President asked. John looked startled. "Gosh.. I'm certain that Cindy would be thrilled to death.. Mr...I mean, Tom. What are the laws like in D.C.?" John asked. "For a Presidential request, quite favorable. I'll arrange it, if you think that Cindy would agree?" asked the President. "I'm quite certain that she'd be thrilled to death, Tom. I'll ask her tonight. I'll have a hell of a time living up to it with the others, though." John mused. "That I can believe.." the President chuckled, "We'll, shall we join the others?" he asked. John stood with him. "I'm quite intrigued about this silo of yours. I'd love to see it sometime." said the President, walking John to the door. "You are quite welcome anytime, Mr.... Tom. I think that we're all pretty much booked away from it for a month, I promised Cindy at least two weeks visiting an actress friend of ours in Minnesota. If that turns into a honeymoon, she may want more. But after that you are very welcome to visit for as long as you'd like. Both you and the First Lady." John offered. "We may just do that. I wouldn't dare show up without her, actually. She teases me constantly about the triplets. After their visit... well, Muriel and I had an *inspired* evening... if you know what I mean?" the President said, smirking. "Yes, I believe I know exactly what you mean, Tom." John chuckled. The Secret Service almost jumped John as the door opened, until they saw both men smiling and the President's hand on John's shoulder. The President chuckled and led John down to the garden, both men getting waylaid by the make-up people. "Part of the job, I'm afraid. Wish they'd do something about the TV cameras. They make you look half dead without this gunk." the President mused. John nodded, taking it like a man in the other make-up chair. "I guess so, Mr. President. Seems a filter on the camera would make more sense." he said. The President looked at John, startled. "Good idea. I think I'll just have a word with the Networks about that." he said. After make-up, the President led John into the garden. John was expecting a small gathering, but there were hundreds of people seated before the Presidential podium. The women, Bill and Kevin were all seated facing the throng before them, looking quite fidgety. Not surprising as many of the nations leadership and the large White House press corps. were studying them intently. "Ladies and Gentlemen, The President of the United States." the White House Press secretary announced. Everybody stood. The President shook John's hand and seated him. "Please, be seated." said the President. Everybody sat. The President consulted his speech, already on the podium. "Distinguished members of Congress, Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, we are gathered together today to honor and pay tribute to a very unique group of citizens and two foreign nationals. It is seldom that this country has the opportunity to honor such a large group of patriots. Their story is one of selflessness and heroism that embodies the highest traditions of America........" the President began. He went on to relate much of the entire story of the silo, John's discovery of his surveillance and his idea for the ruse. The only part that changed, was the women's connection with John, which was mentioned only in conjunction with the Second Skin enterprise. He also detailed John's idea for dealing with the homeless, his pledge of his royalties and the building of the community surrounding the silo. The exact location of the Silo was not revealed, but John had no doubt that the press would soon know that. The President finished up with the story of the fire-fight at the Salt Lake airport, the arrests of the foreign agents and the announcement that the government was establishing it's own program for the homeless based upon John's recommendations. The members of the press were flabbergasted over the whole story. Camera's clicked and whirred left and right. The TV camera's panned the gathered group on the platform behind the President. "....................And so, it gives me great pleasure to present these awards to honor this outstanding group of people." the President concluded. The Press secretary stepped up to announce the awards to each person as the President turned to the silo group. They were motioned to their feet and the President stepped down the line, pinning on the Medals and shaking each persons hand as they were announced. "*To Mr. John Stevens: The Presidential Medal of Freedom.*" John was flabbergasted. The Medal of Freedom was the highest honor that the president could present to a private citizen. The President smiled at John's chagrin and shook his hand. "*To Lieutenant Kevin Waters: The Air Force Distinguished Service Medal and the Purple Heart.*" Theresa was brimming with pride as the President pinned both medals on Kevin's dress uniform. Kevin stood at attention, overwhelmed. "*To William Howdy: The National Security Medal*" Bill stood stoically as the President pinned on the Medal. The National Security Medal was seldom awarded. One of the previous recipients being the late William J. Donovan (winner of the Medal of Honor in WWI) for work at director of the Office of Strategic Service (OSS). "*To Sheila Jacobs and Theresa Foster: The Distinguished Civilian Service Medal.*" This medal provides distinctive recognition of valuable public service in the national interest. It is awarded to civilians not employed by the government who have rendered meritorious service to the Department of Defense, the Secretary of Defense, or one of the military departments. "*To Sally Thompson, Jean Francis, Amy West, Alice West, Andrea West, Mae Nakamura, Judy Bloom, Cindy Brooks and Candice Williams; The Outstanding Civilian Service Medal.*" This award is the junior grade of the Distinguished Civilian Service Medal, given in non-life threatening circumstances. The President's fingers shook a bit as he pinned the medals on the triplets. Alice winked at him as his hand brushed her breast. He smiled and moved down the line. "*To Catarina Rothschild and Bianca Rothschild: The Legion of Merit; Legionnaires grade Medal.*" All higher grades of this award are presented only to members of foreign governments and high ranking military personnel. "*To Shannon Lucy: The Meritorious Civilian Service Award.*" The President pinned the Medal on Ms. Lucy and shook her hand. Shannon looked at him in question. "We couldn't have you go away empty handed after a raging gun battle took place on your estate." the President said, smiling. "If you only knew what I was doing at the time, Mr. President." Shannon replied quietly. The President nodded and chuckled. He turned to the crowd. "Distinguished members of Congress, Ladies and Gentlemen of the press, I present you an outstanding group of people whom embody the highest traditions of our land." said the President. Everybody was on their feet applauding. Cameras clicked and whirred continuously for several minutes. "Now... I know Mr. Stevens hasn't had time to ask Miss Brooks about it, and I hate to spring it upon Cindy suddenly like this. But he has previously asked and she has accepted his proposal of marriage. If Cindy has no objections; then I would be honored if they would agree to a wedding here at the White House on Friday." he said, looking at Cindy. Cindy looked at John, tears welling up in her eyes. He smiled at her and she turned to the President and nodded. "Thank you, Mr. President, we would be honored." Cindy said. Again the crowd was on its feet in applause. The other women all crowded around Cindy and hugged and kissed her. Bill and Kevin shook John's hand. Kevin and Theresa joined hands and smiled at each other. Andrea moved to Bill's side and took his. John motioned the President over. He whispered something in his ear. The President smiled and nodded. John pulled Kevin and Bill into a huddle and then Bill turned to Andrea and Kevin to Theresa and conferred with them. Andrea threw her arms around Bill's neck and kissed him hard in reply. Theresa did the same to Kevin. The President took this as a yes. "Ladies and Gentlemen. I am very pleased to announce that it will be a *triple* wedding. Andrea has agreed to marry William and Theresa has agreed to marry Kevin. My apologies to the other women, but it appears that we have run out of eligible men for the moment." said the President. Again the crowd went wild in applause. All the women kissed and hugged everybody. Doing their very best to keep it reserved. The real kisses would come later. "Now, I would be honored to offer all the recipients our hospitality at the White House for the week. I'm sure we can find enough accommodations for them all. I thank you all for coming." concluded the President. He moved down the line and again congratulated them all. Andrea hugged him, much to his chagrin and the Secret Services discomfort. To *balance* things, the First Lady moved down the line and hugged them all. Then the President and the First lady slipped back inside. The Vice-President and his wife guided the recipients all inside. For the next week, the recipients were all over the international press. In a separate ceremony at the White House, the Austrian Ambassador awarded the *Austrian Gold Cross of Honor* to both Catarina and Bianca. Other countries that had been trying to nail Sergei Nickolov jumped in and showered the recipients with more honors and Medals. It is highly doubtful that the White House had ever experienced the level of sexual activity that occurred that week. Once the situation with Bianca was explained to the First Lady, she gave her unofficial permission to the group to deal with it as they thought best. In fact she secretly desired to be a part of the cure. Much to their surprise, the guests were given free run of the accommodations. The White House staff turned a blind eye to all the musical bedroom activity that went on. Cindy got her night in the Lincoln Bedroom, in fact several. Then they let Kevin and Theresa and Bill and Andrea each have it for a night. Lastly, Sally and Jean spent a night alone in the old four poster. Nobody seemed to notice when Amy and Alice slipped into the Lincoln bedroom on Bill's and Andrea's night. The only evidence that the White House staff noticed any of the activities, was that each morning the right number of breakfast plates would show up at the right place. In reality, the staff was abuzz with gossip over the activities. There were even betting pools over who would share whose bed for the night. None of this leaked out, they all had the positions they held because of the fact that they could be discrete. The First lady quietly reminded a few of them of this fact. During the day, the brides to be were escorted to the local Second Skin salon, and at the First Ladies insistence, the finest designers were given a free hand on the equipment to design the bridal gowns. Once they learned the system, the designers turned out stunning outfits. Hand stitching additional material to net body suits spun for each of the brides. Each evening there was a reception for the cream of the Diplomatic crowd. Everybody who was anybody called in all favors to get on the guest list and meet the famous guests. Sheila, Mae, Cindy, Theresa and Sally took the opportunity to take names for special bullet proof outfits for the diplomatic wives. The First Lady herself was not forgotten on their lists. "Do you get the impression that the First Lady is more than a little curious about us?" Cindy whispered to Sheila at one of the receptions. Sheila grinned and nodded. "I think if she wasn't in the position she's in, that she would be very interested. If she leaned any farther, she'd fall over." she whispered back. "Perhaps we could do something about that if they choose to visit us at the Silo." Cindy said, quietly. "Perhaps I can drop a few hints in that direction. If she seems open to them." Sheila replied quietly. Cindy nodded. They had to break off the conversation as the Austrian ambassador's wife approached them. One night they all adjourned to the White House theatre for a pre-view of Shannon's latest film. There were some steamy love scene's in it that got the whole group warmed up for later. Including the President and the First lady. They weren't immune to all the amorous activity around them. That night they talked in bed. "So, my love. Do we *dare* make a visit to the silo?" asked the First Lady. "You sure you want to." asked the President. "Quite sure. I know for a fact that you're more than a little intrigued by the triplets." she said. "You know I would never do anything about that." he said. "Make you a deal. You don't ask what I do and I won't ask what you do. I think the silo could provide us with a very nice vacation away from prying eyes... if you can keep the Secret Service out." she said. The President looked at her to see if she was serious. She was. "Could still be dangerous. Their *inclinations* are bound to come out in the press... I've already seen hints of it." he said. "So... We're honoring a group of heroic citizens. What you lose in moral majority votes you're sure to pick up from the gay community." she coaxed. "Alright, I'll agree on one condition." he said. "What's that?" she asked. "That we share a night *together* with the triplets." he said. She smiled. "Deal!" she said, "Provided you don't have a Presidential heart attack in the process." "Deal. The muckity muck doctors at Walter Reed gave me a clean bill of health last week." he said. "I think that was for dealing with international crises', I doubt they had in mind a night with the triplets." she chuckled. He pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. "My, you got as steamed up over that movie as I did." she chuckled, moving over him. On Friday, the President had a *clean* copy of the homeless bill on his desk as promised. He signed it in a garden ceremony just before the wedding. Amid boundless rhetoric over joint co-operation between the parties. The wedding ceremony was conducted by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court. The Brides looked stunning in their wedding gowns, right down to filigreed lace gloves custom spun on their mannequins. (The gowns opened a whole new specialty market for Second Skin. Each gown would cost fifteen thousand dollars, if the buyers could get an appointment. Sheila was very careful about this to insure that no payola helped grease the machinery.) The First Lady's own hairdresser did the brides hair for them. John and Bill wore custom made Tuxedo's. Kevin his custom made Dress uniform. The Air Force sent it's band and an honor guard. The couples lined up before the Chief Justice, the President making three trips down the isle to give the brides away. The First Lady served as maid of honor. The Senate Majority leader, the Speaker of the House (Vice- President) and the Secretary of State served as Best Men. The Surgeon General stood by with smelling salts. Almost needed as all parties involved were surprisingly nervous and jittery. John, not the least of them. They jointly repeated their vows after the Justice read them. When he pronounced them Men and Wives, John's hands shook as he lifted Cindy's veil. Her emerald green eyes met him and he suddenly stopped shaking. More sure than he'd ever been in his life as his lips descended upon Cindy's. Their kiss was warm and deep. Perhaps a little too deep for the comfort of the gathered dignitaries. John and Cindy didn't seem to notice. The other couples were similarly engrossed. When the couples finally pulled back, the President moved in to kiss the brides. Much to his surprise, Andrea quickly slipped her tongue between their lips. He covered well as he moved on to Theresa. The First lady moved to kiss each of the grooms and the brides. John got his own shock as she quickly slipped hers into his mouth. Cindy was less surprised when she did the same to her. The actions were so quick that nobody caught them. A *very* good thing. Kevin and Theresa walked down an isle between raised swords of the Air Force Honor Guard. John and Cindy and Bill and Andrea were treated to the same from the White House Honor Guard. Then the party began. It was one of the biggest the White House had ever thrown. With a grand Ball in the White House Ball room. The brides threw their bouquets, Candice, Mae and Judy caught them. "*What am I doing?*" Judy wondered. The newlywed couples starting off the activities with a waltz. "You know, you're kind of a hard act to follow." Cindy said to John as they danced. "So I guess you'd better keep me." he said. "Just what I had in mind. I love you." she said. "I love you too. Really, I would even if you were penniless." John chuckled. "Sure you do, I know you married me for my money." she chuckled. "Why not. You've got more than I do now, lots more." he said. "That was your choice love. Whatever I have is yours. *Everything* I have is yours." she said. "That's the part I was interested in. I just want you for your brain and that luscious body." he said. "Under that table after we cut the cakes?" she asked. "I think the Lincoln Bedroom will suffice." he said. "Are we booked in there again? I'm kind of worried over that bed. Besides, it hardly seems fair to the others." Cindy said. "That, my dear, is what worries me as well; not the bed part. The fairness to the others part. If you'll remember, I've proposed to all of you. There's no way I can match this for the others." John said. "They don't mind. I've talked to them all already. They know that this is all just political game playing. Fact is that they've all snuck into the Lincoln Bedroom for their own private sessions on that bed over the past week. The staff seems not to notice, but I'm sure we've raised more than a few eyebrows." Cindy replied. "Did the First Lady *French* you too?" he asked, quietly. "Yup. And a more profound one when we made an official pit stop afterwards." Cindy said. "They're coming to the silo for a four day visit next month." John said. "Oh *that* should be interesting." Cindy chuckled. "I'll say, ostensibly, you're fitting the First Lady for a bullet proof wardrobe. I figure you can resurrect the prototype scanner as all the others will be in service." John chuckled. "You are *so bad*.... I love you." Cindy said. "I love you too... Mrs. Stevens." John said. Cindy looked shocked. She lay her head on John shoulder and fought off her tears. "I never thought I'd get to hear that. Mrs. Stevens.... I like it." she said. "Want to hyphenate it? Cindy Brooks-Stevens?" he asked. "Not on your life. My parents don't deserve the honor... you do." she said. "I noticed that they weren't present at the wedding." John said. "No, the First Lady asked both Theresa and I about it. We both flatly declined the offer to have them flown in. Fact is that we both said we'd walk out on the deal if they did." Cindy said. "Well, darling wife of mine, I think the President wants to dance with you and the First Lady with me." John said, guiding them towards the First couple. "You behave yourself with her." Cindy teased. "Tell that to her!" John said, laughing as the waltz ended. John bowed deeply to Cindy and she curtsied in response. John had stopped in front of the First couple and took the opportunity to again kiss his bride before releasing her to the President. He bowed to the First Lady and she moved to him as Cindy and the President danced away with the next waltz. "My, such passion. Are you always that way with your women?" asked the First Lady, about the kiss, once they were safely out on the dance floor again. "Always." John replied. "I'm quite looking forward to our visit next month." she said, demurely. "I promise you a *very* enjoyable time." John replied, smiling. She gripped his hand and side a little tighter as they danced. "How long does this dance last, Mr. President?" Cindy asked. "Why am I that bad a dancer?" he asked. Cindy laughed. "No, Mr. President. You are an excellent dancer. I meant the Ball itself." she said. "Thank you, comes from dancing with quite a few diplomats wives with big feet. I had to learn to keep my toes safe. You are a good dancer yourself. In answer to your question; a few hours. You and John can sneak off after the first hour and a half." he said. "I wasn't thinking of that, Mr. President. I was thinking of the other women. I know that they'd truly love to dance with each other in the White House Ballroom. I don't think that would be a good idea with the assembled crowd. Any chance for a little private party afterwards?" Cindy asked. "I'll see to it. In the meantime, they will find many attractive members of the White House honor guard very willing to dance with them. I'll make a point of dancing with each of them myself too. But I think we can shoo the diplomats out and then come back for a little private party later. Good enough?" he asked. "Yes, Thank you, Mr. President. That's very kind of you." Cindy said. "No problem, especially for guests as lovely as you women." he said. "Why Mr. President. Are you making a pass at me?" Cindy teased. "Not an official one, of course. Call me Tom." he said. "Well thank you, Tom. I'm *unofficially* flattered." she chuckled. "Such scandalous behavior from a married woman." he teased. "Tell that to your wife. She *unofficially* checked my tonsils a little while ago." Cindy chuckled. "Did she now? You know, I've been married to that woman for fifteen years and I never had a clue that she had those kind of inclinations." he mused. "You're not upset about that, I hope?" Cindy asked. "On the contrary... The past week our love life has taken a decided turn for the better. I attribute that to you folk's inspiration." the President said. "Glad to be of service... " Cindy chuckled, "I'll bet the White House has never seen the likes of us before." "You'd be partially wrong about that. Oh, certainly not all at once, like this past week. But during many earlier administrations there was a whole lot of *unofficial* hanky panky. Certainly nothing like this since the press declared open season on politicians personal lives." he said. "Oh, I figured those creaks got into that magnificent bed in the Lincoln bedroom some way." Cindy chuckled. "It does creak, doesn't it?" he mused. "Why Mr. President Tom. Have you been fooling around in the Lincoln Bedroom?" Cindy asked, teasing. "One of Muriel's first official acts as First Lady was to drag me in there and close the door." he chuckled. "Well, if it wasn't my wedding night... and you didn't have the Secret Service and that damn officer carrying the *Football* around behind your every step, I'd be inclined to do the same to you." Cindy said. "Why thank you. That's the best *almost* offer I've had in years." he said. "And when you come visit... I trust that we can keep them restricted to the first floor?" Cindy asked. "They'll both bitch about it. But count on it. I'm certain I'd be safe with you folks." said the President. "Oh, we make no such promise. But if you expire, it will be from *very* natural causes." Cindy chuckled. The music ended. "Thank you for a lovely dance, Mrs. Stevens." said the President, bowing to her. "You are quite welcome. Mr. President." Cindy replied, curtsying. "Don't let the feminists see you doing that." he chuckled. "Fuck them! Mr. President. Good manners never go out of style." Cindy replied. "Quite so. Quite so." he smiled. He moved off to dance with the other brides along with John. Cindy and the First lady moved to dance with the other grooms. After a few dances, the other couples joined them on the dance floor. Each of the other women accepting a handsome Honor Guard as her partner. When he could the President moved off to give instructions to his staff about the private party after the official ball. After a requisite period of time, the President slipped off with the First lady. This was the cue of the diplomats to excuse themselves. They did so slowly, each making a point of wishing the brides and grooms best of luck. Their wives literally dragging their husbands away thinking they were doing the brides a favor. They were. After the last couple left, the staff moved around and closed the curtains, like they were shutting down for the night. The President and the First lady returned and the doors were shut. To start things off, they each walked up and asked one of the single triplets to dance. Alice got the First Lady. Amy, the President. Seeing the First Lady dancing with Alice, the other women turned and chose partners. Soon the dance floor was again filled with unlikely couples. The military orchestra was turned away from the dancers. Only the conductor actually saw what was going on. But all of them had been notified that if a single word of the evenings later events leaked out, that they would be serving the rest of their tours of duty at the far end of the Aleutian Islands. They shivered a bit at the thought and played on. Only after everybody got to dance with everybody did the President and First lady make their farewells for the night. The orchestra was dismissed and not a single White House staff was in sight when the first couple hugged and kissed everybody goodnight. More than a few tonsils got checked and many oral promises were made. Then the First couple slipped off and the staff reappeared to direct the others to their sleeping quarters. To say the least, John and Cindy tested the glued joints on Lincoln's bed real hard. It creaked loudly, but held. They didn't get much sleep. Neither did the other newlyweds. Bill the least of them, as the other two triplets had an adjoining bedroom connected by a joint bathroom. After their *inaugural* ride, the other two slipped in and congratulated the couple in their own manner. Even the President didn't get much sleep. He'd never seen the First Lady so turned on in the whole time they'd been married. He responded in kind. It was a late night throughout the White House. Cindy lay in John's arms. Playing her fingertips in his sparse chest hair. "I didn't think it would feel different... but it does." she said. "Disappointed?" John asked. "Not a bit. It feels *better*. Just knowing I've got you from now on." she said. John pulled her to him and they kissed, as man and wife. Elsewhere the other newlyweds were doing the same. Chapter 89 The Newlyweds were served a late breakfast by the White House staff. The cooks had prepared Monte Cristo's all around, along with Champagne orange juice (Mimosas) and the richest French Roasted coffee on earth. "Where did they find out about this?" John asked. "I guess from me. I happened to mention to the First Lady what your favorite breakfast was." Cindy said. "Well, thank you, Mrs. Stevens." John said. Cindy moved into his lap and kissed him. "Quite welcome, husband of mine. I must say that the Champagne orange juice never tasted so good." she said, taking another sip. "I doubt it will again ether, it's probably made with Dom. Perignon." John said. "Your tax dollars at work." Cindy chuckled, downing her glass. "So where do you want to go on our honeymoon?" John asked. "All arranged, husband of mine. Heather's expecting us in Minnesota. She promised us two weeks of the best debauchery to be had on the planet." Cindy said. "That so, wife of mine? Perhaps I'll just keep you to myself for the two weeks." he said. "Suit yourself. I'm agreeable. But I doubt you could pass up those magnificent breasts. She quite enjoyed the attention we gave them last time. I wouldn't want to disappoint her." Cindy said. "You have a point. You certain you want company on our honeymoon?" he asked. "Quite certain. Oh, I expect *exemplary* performance out of you, besides, husband of mine. But I want a little something available to nibble on after I tucker you out." she said. "That little remark is going to cost you. I feel another marathon coming on." John chuckled. Cindy sighed. "No please. I knew you'd think I wanted that. But I don't. What I want is two weeks of gentle lovemaking at our leisure. With a lovely woman joining us as the whim hits us all. I don't know if you understand about Heather and I." she said, softly. "So explain it to me." John said. "Well... Sally's got Jean. Sheila's got Catarina. The triplets in general have Bill. Theresa's got Kevin, Mae and Candice have paired off. Shannon's got Bianca, Judy's got *everybody*... Anyway, we all love you dearly, but it feels like everybody else has a special relationship that they share with another *besides* you. Everybody *but* me." she said. "You have a good relationship with everybody yourself. I know you share a special relationship with both Theresa and Sally." John said. "That's just what I mean. They each have someone really special to them besides." Cindy said. "And Heather is your someone special?" John asked. Cindy nodded against him. "Well, I certainly don't object if my new bride wants to share our bed with one of the most desirable women on the planet. Your happiness is what I desire most." John said. "I know that. And I love you for it." she said. "Cool, lets get married." he said. "We did, on the White House lawn. The Chief Justice of the Supreme court read our vows to us. Remember?" she said. "That really happened? I thought it was all a dream." John said. "Almost every minute of my time with you has seemed that way to me." Cindy said, snuggling to him. "Perhaps we have time for one last session on President Lincoln's bed." John suggested. Cindy nodded, but just then there was a quiet knock on the door. Cindy moaned softy and then shrugged and snagged their robes for them. Once they were fastened, John said: "Come in." It was the First Lady. "I'm sorry to intrude. The staff said they had served you breakfast. I hope I'm not interrupting?" she said. "No, of course not, Muriel. Please, come in." Cindy said, starting to get up John did too. "No please, sit down. I won't stay long. I can just sit on the bed here.... I have fond memories of this bed. I'll bet you two will as well." she said. She had pushed the door shut behind her before she moved to the bed and sat down and slowly crossed her legs, facing the couple at the table. She had what looked like a handkerchief in her hand. "Yes, we certainly will." Cindy said, barely recovering her voice. "I just came in to say goodbye and wish you both the best of luck in your marriage. I have to leave to make an appointment in Hawaii for tomorrow morning. But I wanted you both to know I'm quite looking forward to our visit to your silo next month." the First Lady said, changing her legs again, slowly. "And we're quite looking forward to it as well. I think we can promise you a *very* enjoyable time." John said. "Yes, I'm quite certain you mean it. Well, I'd better be going." she said, slowly uncrossing her legs and moving to stand. Cindy turned her chair a bit and slowly crossed her legs in the direction of the bed. John did the same. The First Lady sat back down a moment, then blushed and rose shakily to her feet. "I've never known these.......... Well, I have enjoyed having you all here." she said. "Thank you, it was a pleasure staying here." Cindy said, standing and letting her robe slip open a bit before she slowly retied it. John did the same. The First Lady smiled at them both and then moved to hug Cindy. She went to pull back but Cindy pulled her into a long kiss. The First Lady blushed, but returned the kiss. John moved to their side and the First Lady turned to him. "I guess a hug would be inappropriate." John said, extending his hand. His robe slipped open and he made no move to close it. "Oh, I think it would be in order." said the First Lady, moving to him. She lifted her head and he kissed her. He wasn't the least surprised when her tongue met his. He did his very best to make it memorable. She quivered a bit before he released her, then she was wobbly on her feet. John slowly retied his robe. "I think you two have time for one last round on that wonderful bed. I look forward to seeing you both next month." the First Lady said, breathlessly. "Thank you for your hospitality." John said. "Yes, thank you for *everything*." Cindy said. "You are both quite welcome... to *everything*." said the First Lady, winking at them. She slipped out and closed the door behind her. John and Cindy sat down heavily. "It wasn't my imagination. The First Lady just flipped us both a *beaver shot?*" Cindy asked. "Yes, dear, and we each flipped one back." John said, pouring another cup of the outstanding coffee. Cindy poured another big glass of the Mamosa. She took a big swig. "Life with you certainly seems to have it's unforgettable moments." she said. "Guess that's why you married me." John chuckled. "One of the reasons. Come on. I fear she would be greatly disappointed if we didn't do one more round on that bed." Cindy said. "One mustn't disappoint the First Lady." John said, moving towards the bed. "No, one mustn't." Cindy said, casting her robe aside. "Oh, she left her handkerchief." Cindy said, picking it up. It wasn't a handkerchief, it was a pair of white satin monogrammed panties. "Maybe she thought we needed inspiration." John chuckled. Cindy sniffed at them and giggled. Then she pulled them onto herself. "Just pull them aside when you need." she said. "I'll need in about two minutes." John said. "Oh? You don't want to sample the bouquet?" Cindy chuckled. "Yes, for about two minutes. Then I want to sample yours." John said. Perhaps it was the panties, or perhaps it was their last time in the magnificent historical bed, but their last session was their best session... not counting their first as man and wife the previous evening. They showered and dressed and went down to join the others. The President himself saw them off. The men all shook his hand and thanked him. The women all hugged and kissed him. Briefly, as there were other staff about. Andrea still managed to get the tip of her tongue between his lips. He wasn't surprised when Amy and Alice did too. "I look forward to visiting you all next month." said the President. "Thank you, Mr. President. Thank you for everything." John said, shaking his hand, "We look forward to seeing you next month as well." The President walked them out to the Helicopter. Everybody's luggage was already on board. They boarded and the President stepped back as the pilot wound up the turbine. The flight to the Airforce base was interestingly quiet. John broke it. "So, Bill. Where are you going on your Honeymoon?" he asked. "Camp David. The President has graciously given us the use of his cabin for two weeks." Bill replied. "That was nice of him." John said. "Very nice. Very nice indeed. Did you perchance happen to look at any of the presents we received?" Bill asked. "Why.. no. Not really." John said. "There's a not so small fortune there for each of us. One of mine was an envelope containing the deed to a town house on the Potomac." Bill mused. "You're kidding." John said. "Nope. Seems they want me to be comfortable whenever I'm in Washington D.C." Bill said. "Who gave you that?" John asked. "The Russian President. Delivered by their ambassador. There was a note saying; '*For a game well played*'." Howdy chuckled. "Stranger things have happened." John said. "Not usually to me." Bill said. "Excuse me Sir. I couldn't help overhearing. Here's a list of the presents we loaded for everybody." said a steward, handing John a piece of paper. John thanked him and perused the list. He busted out laughing. "What?" Bill asked. "I got title to a deluxe motor home and compact car... -A small Masarati- to tow behind it." John said. "The Russians?" Bill asked. John nodded. "I must say, they're good sports about losing." Bill said. "I'm not so sure they lost." John said. "How so?" Bill asked. "I think we probably did their image a world of good when we took Nickolov away from them. They're probably glad to be rid of him. I think that maybe they were more afraid of him than we were. He represented the old system. Now they can move on to the new system." John said. "You might be right." Bill said. The women sat together in a different section. "You'll never believe what I have on." Cindy whispered to Sheila. "Let me guess. A pair of monogrammed panties." Sheila giggled. Cindy was dumbfounded. "How?" she said. "I have my own pair. She came and visited us last night, just as we were turning in." Sheila said, quietly. "She left you a pair too?" Cindy asked, quietly. Sheila leaned and whispered into Cindy's ear: "She let me remove them myself." "You *didn't?*" Cindy asked shocked. "No, not what you're asking. I think she was afraid to stay that long. But we let her remove ours. She was so worried about it she wore them out, both pairs." Sheila giggled, quietly. "Who was with you last night?" Cindy asked. "Just Sally, then. Shannon joined us later." Sheila said. "So she got to see both you and Sally's cute little units?" Cindy asked in a whisper. "All three of us. She came back this morning with another pair for each of them. She collected a pair from Shannon in the process." Sheila whispered back. "Should be a *very* interesting time when they come visit next month." Cindy mused quietly. "I'll say. I think we *all* have on monogrammed panties." Sheila giggled. "*All?*" Cindy gasped. Sheila nodded. "God, I hope she doesn't have crabs." Cindy mused quietly. Sheila busted out laughing. "That I doubt." she finally managed when she recovered. "What's so funny?" John asked from the rear. "I'll tell you about it later, dear heart." Cindy chuckled. John shrugged. "You did *what?*" the President asked the First Lady. She hadn't really had to leave that early to make it to Hawaii. She could leave at midnight, get a good sleep and still make her appointment on time because of the time zones. "I gave each of the girls a pair of my panties. You wanted the trip to the silo to be memorable. I just insured it." she said. "You just left them in their rooms?" he asked. "Only the newlyweds rooms. I let the others take them off themselves." she said. "Take them off, themselves, what all of them? How did you do that?" he asked. "It was only fair. They let me take theirs off. I just came back and put on a new pair between visits." she said. "That explains all that coming and going last night.. and this morning. They let you take theirs off?" he asked. "It also explains why I was so damn hot last night. Yes, they let me take theirs off. Actually we traded. I wore theirs back each time. Sometimes two at a time." she said. "My god. What if they talk." he said. "I don't think there is any danger of that. I doubt I ever met a more ethical group of people in my life. Not at all like politicians." the First Lady giggled. "You got to see all of them?" the President asked. "Yes dear, every single one of them. They're all as cute as your deepest fantasies. Most of them clean shaven. The others neatly trimmed. And I'm fairly dripping myself. What say we meet in the Lincoln Bedroom in ten minutes." she said. "I can't. I have a meeting in five minutes with the SecState." he replied. "Oh pooh. What fun is it being the most powerful man on earth if you can't sneak away for a nooner every now and then. It is Sunday, you know." she said. The President looked at her. "Tell you what. You go ahead. I'll meet you there as soon as I can get rid of him." he said. "Okay, but you better hurry. I've got Amy's panties on and my legs are about to turn blue. They fit her *very* well and she's a lot smaller than I am." the First Lady giggled. "Amy's panties?" he asked. She nodded and lifted her skirt to show him. They were indeed tight... and *very* sexy. "I'll be there as fast as I can." he said, heading out the door. The First Lady picked up the phone and called down to the staff. The call was answered by the chief steward. "The President and I will be napping in the Lincoln Bedroom for the next two or three hours. We are not to be disturbed unless it is a national emergency." she said. "Yes Ma'am" the Chief Steward replied. He grinned as he hung up the phone. He held his hand out to the head Chef. "Lincoln Bedroom?" the Chef asked. The Steward nodded. "How the hell did you know that?" asked the Chef, reaching for his wallet. "Just a hunch." replied the Steward, collecting his fifty dollars. The First Lady turned down the bed and found one of Cindy's undergarments. Actually, it was a very thin body suit, which she normally wore instead of underwear. The First Lady held it up and the shape clearly defined Cindy's pubic area and breasts, right down to the dents for her nipples. Cindy was about her same size, so the outfit should fit her. That wasn't what bothered the first lady. She stashed the garment in her purse and stepped into the hall. She flagged a maid. "Did you change the bedding in here today?" she asked. "Yes Ma'am. Right after they went downstairs." the maid replied. "Did they come back up?" the First Lady asked. "Miss Brooks... I mean Mrs. Stevens did. She said she wanted one last look at the room. For the memories. I didn't think it would matter. I let her in. Is something missing, Ma'am. Did I do wrong?" the maid asked. "No, you did just fine. She must have sat on the bed. It was just a bit wrinkled. I was just concerned whether or not the bedding had been changed." replied the First Lady. "Yes Ma'am. I changed it myself. I checked the room after she left. I didn't see any wrinkles. I'm sorry, Ma'am." said the maid, concerned. "You did just fine. It may have been my imagination. You can go on about your duties now. The President and I will be napping in here for the afternoon." "Yes Ma'am." the maid said, curtsying despite her instructions to the contrary. She turned and headed down the hall, hiding her smirk. The First Lady went back and closed the door behind her. She held up Cindy's body suit again. "This makes it a full set." she mused, pleased with the idea. She stashed the outfit again and began to strip off her clothes. She crawled into the bed. Despite the clean bedding, the bed still held the aroma of the couple from the night before. The First Lady stretched and inhaled deeply. The President knocked lightly and she bade him enter. When she saw it was him, she cast the bedding aside. She lay nude except for the extra tight panties she wore. The President smiled and stepped to the bed. "I really shouldn't be doing this, I have work to do." he said. "My darling husband. I've been with you thick or thin for the past fifteen years. I didn't notice when you came home smelling of another woman's perfume when you were supposed to be out with a bunch of other Senators working on a bill. But if you don't get in this bed this very minute, you'll be trying to get re-elected as a divorced man. Clear enough?" she said. He was enough of a politician to know when he was outmaneuvered. She really never had said a word about his indiscretions. He was silly enough to think that she hadn't noticed. He turned and locked the door and then pulled off his clothes. "That's better. Mr. President." she teased. Later she lay snuggled to his side, twirling Amy's panties on her fingers, playfully. "You never said a word about it before. I thought you didn't know. I haven't done anything for years." he said. "I knew. You didn't marry me because I was stupid. You knew I graduated Magna Cum Lauda." she said. "Why didn't you ever say anything?" he asked. "Because I wanted to be married to the President of the United States. I am. If I'd said anything, I might not have been." she said. "Why tell me now?" he asked. "Cause I got the impression earlier that you were maybe thinking of getting cold feet about the trip to the silo. I don't want that to happen. Basically, what I'm telling you, is that it's my turn. I like those people. What I said earlier about them being the most ethical people I ever met.. it's true. I want them to be our friends. Besides the fact that I'm more than a little curious about ... the women." she said, lightly drawing the panties over her breasts. "And what if their bisexuality becomes a big deal in the press?" the President asked. "Then, dear heart, you'd better think of something. Cause I aim to be their friend no matter what happens." she said. "It could end my career." he said. "Not likely. You've got another year to go before re- election. Your popularity is the highest it's ever been. You owe a good part of that to those people. That homeless program is a brilliant idea, and you know it. Fact is that I think you owe some loyalty to them. *Especially* if the press decides to tear into them." she said. "The moral majority would never stand for it." he said. She looked at him sharply. "You know yourself, that the moral majority is neither moral, nor the majority. They're just very vocal. The very thing that those people at the silo believe in, is exactly what America stands for. That nobody, not the moral majority, the Pope, or the American Nazi party has the *right* to tell other people how they should live their lives. Not by force or coercion. Not the press and not the President. You once knew that. That's why I married you. Perhaps you are not the man I thought you were...." she said, dropping her eyes. "You're asking me to defend a small group of people against the status quo of a whole nation." he said. "A small heroic group of people whom I listened to you say just a week ago exemplified the highest traditions of America. I believe that is true. Don't you? Didn't you when you presented those awards? Have you ever met a group of people who were *more* deserving of those awards? Just last year I watched you present that Freedom Award to a whole group of people who didn't have one iota of the qualities that John Stevens does. That's the highest award that you can present to a civilian. Personally I felt ashamed that you didn't have a higher one to present to him because it put him in the same category as that group last year. That inner city Reverend, for example. The one that they later found siphoning off funds into his own bank account. Stealing from the very people he was purporting to help. Did anybody ask for his Medal back? While John Stevens pledges millions of his *own* money to help the homeless and presents you with a plan that saves your political ass in the process while giving this country a means of dealing with a problem that's been growing like a wild fire." Muriel said, virtually shouting at the end, starting to sob. "Settle down, you don't know what you're saying." he said. "I know *exactly* what I'm saying!" she spat. Climbing out of bed and pulling on her clothes. "Where are you going?" he asked. "I have a plane to catch so that I can be in Hawaii tomorrow morning to meet with a group of school children. A group that is bound to be full of questions about a group of hero's that were just presented at the White House. I have no idea how I'm going to face them knowing it was a hypocritical asshole who presented those hero's with their Medals." she said, storming out. The President lay there stunned. He'd never heard or seen such passion in his wife in the whole time of their marriage. The problem was, she was right. He dressed and went after her. He found her in her bedroom packing. "I'm sorry." he said. "About what?" she snapped. "About everything. I didn't know you felt that strongly about it." he said. "Well I do!" she said. "Can we talk about it?" he asked. "Make it quick. I've got a plane to catch." she said, continuing her packing. "We've got stewards to do that." he said. "You know that I've never used them. I've always packed my own bags." she said. "I know. You were always a strong willed woman. That's why I married you." he said. "Because I'm strong willed? Why, so you could feel more important dominating me?" she asked. "No, so you could remind me at times like this just what it *means* to be a President." he said. She stopped and looked up at him. He seemed to be sincere. "Look maybe it won't become an issue...." he began. She looked at him disgustedly and went back to her packing. "But if it does... I'll stand behind them." he said. She looked back at him, suspiciously. "It might mean the end of my term of office... but if it does. I'd rather lose the office than you." he said. She dropped what she was doing and moved into his arms. She hugged him tightly and then kissed him. "Now *that's* the man I married." she said. "What time is your flight?" he asked. "We've got time." she said. Chapter 90 The group said their farewells at the Airforce base. Bill and Andrea and Kevin and Theresa were headed off to Camp David. Hugs and kisses were exchanged all around. John shook Kevin's and Bill's hands and kissed Andrea and Theresa. He lingered a moment with Theresa. "Well, pumpkin. I guess this is it. You're all grown up and now you've found your dream man." John said. "I found *another* dream man. I hope I still have you too." Theresa said. "You will always have me... as long as I last." he said. "That will be a while yet." she said. "Maybe.. My point being that you are a grown woman now. When you come home next, it will be as a grown adult with her husband. As such you should have a place of your own." he said. "You're kicking me out?" she asked in alarm. "No, love. I just wanted you to know that you will have a place of your own when you get back. That spot you and Kevin liked out by the mountains. It's yours. My wedding present to you." John said. Theresa hugged him tightly and began weeping on his shoulder. "Thank you, John. I'll always love you." she said, pulling herself away. John let her. "Andrea, You and Bill have your own spot waiting when you come pick it out." John said. "I don't understand." Andrea said. "Kevin and Theresa fell in love with a little spot on the property I own. I just gave them that spot as a wedding present. You and Bill can pick out your own piece of land when you get back." John said. "My own piece of land?" Andrea asked, getting teary eyed. "Yes, dear. Your very own." he said. Andrea hugged him and kissed him before Bill pulled her off, sobbing herself. John watched as they reboarded the Helicopter. Cindy moved to his side and kissed his cheek. "You're a good man, John." she said, snuggling to his side. "Hardly equal to a Townhouse on the Potomac." John mused. "You gave them much more than that... you gave them a *home*." Cindy said. John looked at her and nodded. "Come on dear, we better get on board ourselves." she said, leading him. Sheila moved to his other side. "You okay?" she asked. John stretched his arm around her shoulder. "Yes, love. I'm fine. Just watching some of my girls grow up." John said. Sheila kissed his cheek and nodded. The executive jet now had multiple stops to make. New York for Shannon, Sheila, Catarina, Bianca and Sally and Jean, Minnesota for John and Cindy, Salt Lake for Judy, Amy and Alice and then San Francisco for Mae and Candice. The first leg was a relatively short hop. They saved time by making their farewells on the plane. "We'll see all of you in about three weeks." John said. "You want to see us back at the Silo now that you are married?" Catarina asked. "I thought we had made it clear that you were now part of the family." Cindy said. "Well, yes. But I thought that you marrying John may have changed that." Catarina said. Cindy pulled her into her arms. "You listen up. John and I getting married at the White House was all just part of a big politics game. It doesn't change the way either of us feels about any of you. He's proposed to each and every one of you. I intend to see he keeps that promise." Cindy said. Catarina smiled and kissed her. Then Cindy pushed her towards John and he held her tight while she did the same with Bianca. "How are you doing?" Cindy asked. "I am doing well. I hardly have any cravings now..... except for the feel of those I love in my arms. I think I will always crave that." Bianca replied. "I hope you never get over that." Cindy chuckled, pulling her into a soft kiss. Bianca hugged her tightly before moving on to John. Sheila moved into Cindy's arms. "Well, boss. I'm due for a pay cut. Our sales have exceeded the point where my percentage is too much." Sheila said. "Well, you'll just have to wait till Theresa and I are back together so we can talk about it." Cindy smiled. "Thank you again for saving my life." Bianca told John. "You are quite welcome. You have a good time in New York. I want to see you back at the Silo in three weeks. I think that we need to schedule a trip to Austria for you and Catarina and Cindy and I." John said. "Yes, it would be nice to see my birthplace again.... but my *home* is here.... with you." Bianca said. "Thank you. You have a good time in New York. Don't drool too much over those lovely ladies you'll be scanning." John said. Sheila was waiting in the wings. Bianca moved off and she moved in. "Hey sailor. Off again with one of your lovelies?" she said. "Seems I'm stuck with a bunch of them." John said. "Seems you like it. I do too.... Thank you. You promised me a whirl wind life. You've made good that promise. I'm just sorry I missed the Lincoln Bedroom with you." Sheila said. John kissed her softly. "May happen yet, you never know." he said. "No, with you I never do know.... except that you love me and I love you." she chuckled. "What more does a person need?" John asked. "Just love and time. I'll see you in three weeks." she said. So it followed with Sally, Jean and Shannon. The farewells started almost as soon as they had lifted off and lasted till the lights flashed to re-belt for touchdown. After the plane taxied to the ramp there were still kisses all around. John and Cindy made their farewells to the others on the slightly longer hop between New York and Minneapolis. "I don't know who I'm more worried about; with you alone with Alice and Amy. The mind boggles. Try not to kill each other. Call my cell if you need anything." John told Judy. "We'll be fine. After the past three weeks... it will seem like a vacation of our own." Judy said. "Oh, didn't I treat you right in the week before we headed to Washington?" John teased. "More than right. Outstanding.... Thank you for making me a woman." she said. "You were a woman long before I came along." he said. "Maybe, but I've felt more like one ever since." she said, hugging him tightly. Alice snuggled in John's lap. "You be good... or at least be careful." he said. "Haven't I always been good." she teased. "Yes, love. You've always been excellent." John said, kissing her softly. Amy was next, followed by Mae and Candice. "Sorry you decided to stay with me?" John asked Candice. "Not a bit. You sorry I've spent so much time with Mae?" she asked. "Not a bit. I'm thrilled that you found someone so special to you." he said. "You were all of that. But now I've got her too.... I'll always be grateful to you. I owe you my life." she said. "Your love is way overpayment." John said. "You will always have that... is my life worth so little?" she teased. "No, your love is worth so much." he replied. They barely got through another round of kissing when they had to belt in for Minneapolis. They still got in another round before John and Cindy could get off the plane. Heather Jones met them, wearing a wig and sunglasses to hide her identify. They didn't do a thing to hide the fact that she really was one of the most desired women on the planet from her exposure in the movies. She was well deserving of the role. She moved in and hugged and kissed them both. "Come on. Before the news hounds spot us. You two have been on the cover of every newspaper in the country for the past week." Heather said. A steward from the executive jet set their luggage next to them, saving them the hassle of baggage claim. They thanked him. He wouldn't accept a tip from John. "No sir. The least I can do. I'd be honored to shake your hand though." he said. John shook his hand warmly. "You seem to have your hands pretty full, sure you can handle the bags?" joked the steward. "I'll get a cart." John chuckled. "Better hurry. I think those are reporters heading this way." said the steward. They were. Everybody snatched bags and they headed down the concourse fielding questions. "No, no we're not here on business. We're on our honeymoon." Cindy said. "Mr. and Mrs. Stevens are good friends. I invited them so they would have a place to get away from people like you." Heather said. "Yes, it was very nice staying at the White House. President and Mrs. Wilson are very nice people." John said. "How did it feel getting married in the White House?" a reporter asked Cindy. She stopped a moment and turned to him. "Like a dream... Like every moment has been since I first met John Stevens." she said, then they moved on and would answer no further questions. The drive to Heather's estate was just long enough for John to nod off to sleep. "It really must seem like a dream." Heather said to Cindy. "Yes. I told that reporter the truth. Every moment since I met John has seemed like a dream." Cindy said. "You sure you still want to spend time with me?" Heather asked, half teasing. Cindy looked at her and softly touched her cheek. "Yes, you're part of that dream... a very important part." she said. "Really?" Heather asked in surprise. "Yes, love. Really. John asked me to explain it to him just yesterday. I didn't really understand it myself until I did. The others each have someone really special to them, besides John. You're *my* someone special *besides* him." Cindy explained. "I can live with that. I feel the same about you." Heather said. "I've been quite looking forward to this time with you." Cindy said. "So tell me about the White House." Heather said. "You would not *believe*.. What say you come back to the Silo with us for a couple of weeks when we leave here. I promise you it will be *very* entertaining." Cindy said. "Your on. Now tell me about the White House." Heather said. "The bed in the Lincoln bedroom creaks......." Cindy began. The others relaxed a bit on the flight to Salt Lake City. John had called ahead to insure that those stopping off at the silo would have a helicopter waiting. Mae and Candice made a leisurely farewell to Judy and the two remaining triplets. Judy between them and one each of the triplets on their lap. They shifted seats when the pilot turned on the seatbelt light for his approach. It was a bit bumpy coming in, as a storm front had just passed. Candice held Alice's hand to reassure her. Amy did her best to act brave, but Mae took her hand as well. There was a sigh of relief from the matching women when the plane finally touched down. "Now you two.... have fun. It's not my place anymore to tell you to be good. You wouldn't listen anyway." Candice told Amy and Alice. "I'll watch over them. They'll be fine." Judy said. "And who will watch over you?" Mae chuckled. "We will." Amy and Alice answered in unison. "Like the Lioness watching the cute little antelopes." Mae mused. Kisses were exchanged all around while the considerable amount of luggage and packages from the wedding were transferred to the helicopter. John had notified them ahead of time that there was a large cargo load. So the helicopter company brought out the *Dolphin*, a larger sized helicopter similar to the one the coast guard uses. Even so it was packed. The pilot snagged a cargo net and separated out the packages that could handle the weather and a small jolt and loaded them into the net, connecting it to the bottom of the helicopter by a cable. The women boarded and strapped in while the plane taxied out once more. They were on different runways and each lifted almost the same instant. The helicopter pealing off to the South-West. My, this is luxury. Mae mused. Her and Candice had the plane all to themselves. "Would you care for something to eat? We've got plenty. It will just go to waste otherwise." one of the stewards offered. This rubbed Candice the wrong way. She hated to see anything go to waste. "What have you got?" she asked. "Some very nice roast beef." answered the steward. "Gosh, I'm not really hungry right now, but I hate to see it go to waste. Can't you folks take it home with you or something?" Candice asked. "We eat very well as it is. Perhaps a bit too well. How about I make you up a bunch of sandwiches that you can take with you. It really is very lean roast beef." offered the steward. "That would be nice of you." Candice said. "How many would you like." asked the steward. "It doesn't matter. Just use it up if you'd like." Candice said. The steward smiled at her and said: " O-kay." He went off chuckling. A funny sound was developing on the right side of the plane, just below the threshold of consciousness for the passengers, but of instant concern to the flight crew. A short time later one of the flight crew made his way back and looked out a side window. "Is something wrong?" Mae asked. The crewman looked at her and then seemed to notice that there was only two passengers on board. "Nothing serious. I think we're losing a bearing on number three engine. Don't worry, we have four. We can land safely with just one or two. The only danger is that sometimes they seize and fly apart. I think we'll shut this one down though. We've got a very light load and we'll hardly miss it." he said. "So what does that mean to you? Are you worried?" Candice asked. "No, not in the slightest. Let me just go shut it down and then I'll come back and talk to you." he said, turning an walking forward to the cockpit again. A short time later part of the noise from that side of the plane faded a bit as the engine spun down. The other engines changed pitch as the pilot compensated with both throttles and rudder. After a time the crewman returned. "Sorry, I was a little concerned that bearing would seize. That's the only time it's dangerous. If it seizes the fins of the turbine break off and go flying every which way, they've been known to come flying through the passenger cabin. It's all safe now. We shut it down." he explained. Candice studied him to see if he was nervous. He chuckled. "All this means is that we have a layover in San Francisco while the mechanics change the engine." he said. "How long?" Mae asked. "Oh, they could swap it in a night. But we're not booked for anything for a while so they will probably take two days. Maybe even rebuild that one and replace it. It's much cheaper for the taxpayer." he said. "Oh *that* makes me feel safe." Mae chuckled. "Not to worry. Every nut and bolt on an airplane is covered by very strict regulations. The mechanics themselves have to be certified. Nobody can teach an AP mechanic except another AP certified mechanic. That's Airframe and Power plant. AP for short. Anyway, those guys know their stuff and they don't cut corners. I never met a more persnickety bunch of people on earth." he said. "That makes me feel better... So what are you going to do with your two days?" Mae asked. "I haven't a clue. I've never been to San Francisco other than to change planes or touch down, change passengers and take off." he said. "You're the pilot?" Candice asked. "Co-Pilot, on this flight. Only because the other pilot has six days seniority over me. He's a good pilot though. Can you suggest a few things to see and do in San Francisco?" he asked. "We certainly can. In fact, we'd be happy to show you around if you'd like. I've lived there for years. Candice is a relative novice at just under a years residence." Mae said. "That's mighty nice of you. Would you mind if the Pilot tagged along too?" he asked. "Certainly not. Especially if he's as handsome as you." Mae teased. "Probably more so. I never thought of myself as handsome." he said. "A common affliction. Men never seem to have a clue what women find attractive. Probably a good thing for us. I'm Mae, this is Candice." Mae said. "Pleased to meet you both. My name's Scott. The pilot's name is Jim. We call him Jimbo, *Jimbo Jet* is his whole nickname." Scott said. "That's cute." Mae chuckled. "What happened to the other passengers? Seemed like we had a fuller load." Scott asked. "Got off on all those other stops you made. Off to four different states counting us. Five actually as three took a helicopter to a second. Didn't you notice them leave?" Mae asked. "Nope. We just go where they tell us. When you folks back here are shuffling in and out, we're checking a thousand things up front. The stewards let us know when everybody is in or out. They don't give us numbers unless we ask. I knew we had a light load, but I didn't expect it to be this light." Scott chuckled. "Yes, makes me feel quite important. A whole jet to ourselves." Mae giggled. (Candice was watching and learning. She was never very good at hustling men. She was learning a lot.) "I thought you *were* important. Why do you rate this anyway? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. I withdraw the question." Scott said. "That's okay, we don't mind. We're just friends with some important people. They got off at earlier stops." Mae said. "What were you doing on the East coast?" Scott asked. "Where have you been for the past week?" Candice asked. "Bosnia, with the SecState, both Jimbo and I... I'm sorry, The Secretary of State. He went over to talk about something. They don't tell us, we just fly." Scott said. "Must be an exciting life. Flying around the world.. In answer to your question, we were meeting with some people in Washington D.C. and some friends of ours got married." Mae said. "Is kind of exciting at times. Bosnia was downright bleak. So what do you do in San Francisco?" Scott asked. "I run a fashion salon. Candice is my main assistant." Mae replied. "I imagine that's getting harder, with this Second Skin thing that's sweeping the country." Scott said. "We've been surprisingly busy." Mae said, cryptically. "So you've been away from your business for a few days. I'll bet you're eager to get back to it. You sure you have time to show us around?" Scott asked. "Quite sure. As Candice reminded me a few days ago. The staff can handle things. I trained them. I think I can safely stay away a few more days." Mae said. "You don't seem to say much." Scott said, turning to Candice. "Oh, I'm kind of a country girl. I'm not up on the big city ways of talking and such." Candice replied. "Noting wrong with that. Jimbo's a country boy. You should get along well. He doesn't say much either." Scott said. Just then a chime sounded. "Speaking of which. That's him reminding me we have an airplane to land. We're probably about twenty minutes out. I'll see you when we land." Scott said, excusing himself. "Nice talking to you." Candice said. Scott smiled back at her. "Now why did I say that?" Candice moaned. "To say something." Mae teased. "I know, it just made me sound so backwards. I hardly said anything." Candice said. "There's another way to look at that. Country charm." Mae said. "So why didn't you tell him about the White House, or Second Skin?" Candice asked. "Cause he likes us for ourselves. Not what we appear to be. I'd like to keep it that way. I didn't lie to him, I just didn't tell him the whole story." Mae chuckled. "I can see that. You think he really likes us?" Candice asked. "Quite sure. Eligible young Jet Pilots don't spend forty minutes talking to passengers normally." Mae said. "I wonder what Jimbo's like?" Candice asked. "Got your curiosity going, huh? He's cute. I noticed him when we boarded back East. He was busy but the door to the cockpit was open. Kind of speaks with a drawl." Mae said. "Where have you been?" the pilot asked. "Getting us dates for our layover, Jimbo. Cute ones too. Found a nice country girl for you and an oriental for me." Scott said. "Not more diplomats wives. I couldn't take it." Jimbo drawled. "Nope. Bona fide single women. Not a hint of *ring tan*. They work at a fashion house in San Francisco. Mae -the oriental woman- runs it. Candice -that's your date- is her main assistant. Both *cutter than a bugs ear*... as you would say." Scott said, going over his check list. "Wonder how long they'll take with number three? I could use some R&R after Bosnia. The women there looked like men." Jimbo said. "I figure a good two days at least. Don't worry. They'll take good care of your baby." Scott said. "I'll bet. I keep worrying a devout *Shiite* is going to slip a handful of sand in our tank. Trying to take out a handful of diplomats." Jimbo mused. "That's why we carry no fancy markings. Nobody but the tower knows we're a government exec. jet." Scott said. "Guess your right. I worry about the ground crews though." Jimbo said. "All charged to Citizen Airlines. Took some Ph.D. in the think tanks to come up with that one." Scott replied. "San Francisco, huh. They're probably interested in each other." Jimbo said. "What would you care, as long as they're interested in us?" Scott replied. "You have a point. Actually I was just sort of wishing. I linked up with a pair of *them* in Paris once. Like to implode my tanks. Hottest little pair on the planet. Got me feeling like the bull that jumps the fence in with the cows after a year of grazing alone." Jimbo mused. "I think I understood you. They were good with their tongues and you got hard as a rock?" Scott asked. "Like a Chinese elm." Jimbo nodded. "That a hard wood?" Scott asked. "So damn hard it's brittle." Jimbo said. "Should be coming into the pattern at SFO soon. Better call in. I'll flag our two lovely's to strap their cute little bottoms down." Scott said, hitting the seatbelt light. Jimbo contacted the tower. "SFO, This is Citizen Air one-niner. Requesting Priority approach." he droned. "Citizen one-niner, what is your status?" SFO returned. "One engine down. Fuel nominal." "Citizen one-niner. Approach from South South East. heading three-five-oh. You want to scram the foam truck?" "SFO, Citizen one-niner, no need. A cool shut down. Just lost a bearing. Caught it before things got exciting. Light load, but please notify ground control of slow taxi." "Roger that, Citizen one-niner. You have priority approach, contact ILS on ...." the tower droned on with landing specifics. Scott thumbed the controls on the approach electronics as Jimbo set up for their straight in run. "Why'd you do that? We've landed on three engines lots of times. You know it's no sweat." Scott said. "You said we had dates." Jimbo drawled, grinning. "Yeah, cute ones too." Scott mused. "They better be. I swear if it's another hungry, middle aged diplomat's wife I'll castrate you just like a sheep." Jimbo said. "How's that?" Scott asked. "You hold them in your teeth while you slice them off." Jimbo said, grinning. "Didn't know you had those feelings for me. I swear that Candice is cute as a button." Scott said. "Oh yeah? Last time you swore, it was a *really* hungry under-under secretaries wife. She still tries to call me." Jimbo said. "You didn't have to leave her so happy." Scott said. "Not in my nature to do otherwise." Jimbo said. "There's our tone. Steer five degrees to port for thirty seconds, should put us right down the chute." Scott said. "Then just follow the bouncing ball. Kind of miss when we actually had to fly these things." Jimbo mused, making a slight turn to the left. He counted to thirty without looking at the display and then steered back five degrees right (starboard.) "Yeah, I'll bet you miss baiting SAMs with the Wild Weasels." Scott mocked, "Right on target. Holder steady on this heading, fifty feet high, nose down a snidge." "Now that was exciting! You don't miss those days?" Jimbo asked, nosing down a bit. "I spent my tour in Nam in an air conditioned van. The most excitement I had was when Charley decided he didn't like green boxes one day. Mortar round tipped my van on it's side. My ears rang for a week." Scott said, "On the slope, hold angle of decent." "Throttle up, half-flaps." Jimbo said. "Half flaps, throttling up. Drifting a bit to Starboard. The old baby misses that extra push." Scott said. "Up a bit on four, but don't redline her. I'll compensate with rudder." Jimbo said. "Up on four. Like to come in sideways huh?" Scott asked. "Hell this is nothing. I just like the thrill of uneven braking thrust tied with a cockeyed touchdown." Jimbo said. "Don't you go messing up our dates." Scott said, "Back down the chute. Not much yaw. Steer two degrees port." "I never lost a passenger yet... cept my EWO... He got worried about a little heat seeker stuck in our afterburner and punched out. Found him three days later with a little brown sister out fifty clicks." Jimbo mused. "What did you do?" Scott asked. "I brought her on in. Damn windy without that canopy. I woulda throttled him but he was laid up with the worst case of clap on the planet." Jimbo said. "You came in with a live heat seeker stuck in your after burner? You're crazier than I thought!" Scott mused. "*Si Amigo. I'm muey loco*. I wanted out of Nam bad. Instead they gave me a commendation. That's probably what got me a job flying VIP's around. Outer Marker, full flaps, gear down." Jimbo said. "Full flaps. Gear down, Twisting a bit more starboard." Scott said. "Throttle back two eight percent." Jimbo said. "Two back eight.... on track. Ten high. Come down two." Scott said. "Down two." "End of runway." "Wheels locked?" "Wheels locked." "On visual......................................... touchdown. Reverse thrust, back half on two." "Reverse thrust back half on two." "Whoa *Nelly*, don't go side slipping on me now, There's a country girl in back that wants my bod whole.." Jimbo said, fighting to keep his aircraft straight. "Nice landing... I think. That little whip at the end probably lost our dates for us." Scott mused. "Any landing you walk away from is a good landing." Jimbo mused. "Contact ground control. You used enough runway it'll take us as much time taxiing back as we saved on the priority approach." Scott said. "Nag nag nag, I still had a good hundred yards left." Jimbo said. "It's a three mile runway." Scott reminded him. "Just wanted to see this end. Don't see it very often." Jimbo said. "I'll be glad when we're back on all four." Scott said. "Hell, this is the most excitement we've had since Helsinki." Jimbo said. "Yeah, don't know what that poor cow was doing on the runway. You made a genuine mess of her." Scott mused. "Just pre-ground the burger for them. Ground control, this is Citizen one-niner, bring me home." "Citizen one-niner. Just about to call out the divers. Taxi *last* turnout and hold to path. Hold at runway seven for Delta four-three-seven now on inbound." "Think he'll take the scenic route too?" "Not likely to get within a mile of you, but rules is rules." "Roger ground control, last turnout, hold to path, hold at seven for Delta four-three-seven now inbound." They held at runway seven for Delta flight four-thirty- seven to land on the other end of the runway. "Nice out here in the boonies, ain't it." Jimbo mused. "You could have leaned on the brakes a little harder." Scott said. "Naw, lost a tire once that way, now *that* was exciting! Had SecState in back. He was *not* amused. Better to burn asphalt." Jimbo said. "I'll keep that in mind." Scott said. "Oh, you're a pretty good pilot. You just learn those things the hard way. Or you pay attention to someone who has." Jimbo said. "Noted and logged. Skipper." Scott said. "Citizen one-niner, clear to taxi across runway seven. Delta four-three-seven wondered if you were in quarantine out there. How's your cargo, hot?" "Never can tell about VIP's wives." "Roger that. Better come into Exec twelve." "Roger ground control, Citizen one-niner now completing taxi to Exec one-two." "Well that saved us half a mile, but with those moving sidewalks I don't mind so much. You lost bail out time if you're not happy with Candice though." Scott said. "Hell, I trust you...*Don't I*?" Jimbo asked. "I don't know why... but this time you'll be thanking me." Scott said. "You take her in. Just watch them damn little dodgem cars. They're like fleas on an old hound around this place." Jimbo said. "Roger that. Almost nailed one of them suckers at O-hare once." Scott said. "Yeah, that's another place you gotta stay on your toes. They almost directed me right on top of an outgoing once. Don't like it when it gets that busy if I can't shoot back." Jimbo mused. "Isn't that where you got your nickname?" the co-pilot asked. "Yeah, co-pilot got so excited he was yelling Jimbo Jet, Jimbo Jet! What he meant was *Jumbo* Jet in our way. I'd already seen it and was laying on the thrust and praying." Jimbo said. "Oh, look. A guy with cute little light sticks. I think I'll follow him." Scott said. "Might be a good idea..... Ease up a bit, good, nice and easy. Okay... Nicely done, shut down." "Chocks in?" "Just a moment, Come on guy, they're paying you forty bucks an hour to put them little blocks under our wheels. . .... Okay, chocks in. Shut her down. Let's go see if I need to sharpen my castrating knife." Jimbo said, killing his switches. "We'd better notify maintenance to change that engine." Scott said. "Air traffic should have passed the word. If they didn't we get another day." Jimbo said, grinning. "I'll have to remember that one too. Noted and logged." Scott said, chuckling. "Got your gear?" Jimbo asked. "Change of shorts, a clean shirt and socks. Dop kit. You taught me that a long time ago." Scott said. "Okay, moment of truth. Want to fess up now and save your nuts?" Jimbo asked. Scott grinned and opened the door. "Okay, buddy. Remember what I said." Jimbo chuckled. He was pleasantly surprised indeed when he stepped out. The two women had their carry-on bags and were heading forward. The steward held a large grocery bag out to Candice. "What's this?" she asked. "Eighteen roast beef sandwiches." he snickered. "Eighteen? What am I supposed to do with them?" she asked, taking the sack. "You said to use it up. They freeze well. I only put lettuce on four of them. Just freeze the rest." the steward said. "I love roast beef!" Jimbo said, "Good stuff?" "From the White House kitchen. Left over from some big to- do. Flown up just before we took off. Specialty menu for our precious cargo but nobody ate." the steward replied. "Ah, the *really* good stuff. I'm jealous. Care to share?" Jimbo asked Candice. "Certainly... you must be Jimbo." Candice said, smiling. "And you must be Candice... most pleased to make your acquaintance...Ma'am." Jimbo said. "Thank you. It's Miss. Most pleased to make your acquaintance." Candice replied. "I see you two have met. Watch him, don't let him steal your roast beef. He really does love it." Scott said. "He's quite welcome to share with me. I seem to have plenty." Candice said. "Ah, a Beautiful single woman with a large sack of roast beef sandwiches and two days off. I'm in heaven." Jimbo drawled. Candice blushed. "My god, and a woman who still blushes! Don't nobody pinch me. I don't want to wake up." Jimbo said. "Shall we deplane?" Scott asked, offering Mae his arm. "I'd rather get off the sucker." Jimbo said, offering his arm to Candice. "May I carry those for you?" he offered. "I warned you. You better give him your flight bag instead." Scott chuckled. Candice handed Jimbo the bag with the sandwiches in it. "And she trusts me with her roast beef. The perfect woman." Jimbo said, stepping out the door. They walked up the ramp and past an attendant. He looked down the hall after them, expecting more. "Just us sonny, nobody but stewards down there... and we've got their roast beef." Jimbo called back. Candice chuckled, next to his side. Her arm linked though his. Mae was similarly linked on Scott's arm. They got jealous looks from other women in the concourse. "Hope you remembered to take the keys this time. It gets right embarrassing when someone steals my jet." Jimbo said to Scott. "Yes sir. Took us a week to get it back last time. Had all the tires and the engines missing." Scott said. "Keys?" Mae asked. "There are no keys, he's just hamming it up for Candice." Scott replied quietly. "And what's your approach?" Mae asked. "I, my dear, intend to dazzle you with my sophistication. Where's the nearest hot dog stand?" he asked. "There's plenty of roast beef in that sack. All we need is something to drink and a soft place to sit." Mae chuckled, finding herself being charmed by his wit. "I fear that you and I may never taste from that sacred cow, now that Jimbo has his hands upon the sack. Candice will be lucky if he splits one with her. How about I buy you a first rate meal at the local two star beanery instead. Something with hard seats. I've been on a soft seat for the past.... six-thousand miles." Scott offered. "I have a better idea. You don't want soft seats... How do you feel about Middle Eastern food. I know a great little dark, quiet restaurant where you sit on the floor. My treat." Mae said. "Ah, a woman of sophistication. Lead on." Scott said. "Why don't we stop by our place first and throw those sandwiches in the freezer. Candice and I can freshen up a bit and put on our most dangerous floor sitting outfits." Mae said. "Freeze the roast beef?.... Does your freezer have a lock on it?" Jimbo asked. "The big one, yes. You can hold the key." Candice said. "I swear, this woman's trying to seduce me." Jimbo said. "I think we're both in more trouble than we bargained for. Most dangerous floor sitting outfits, huh?" Scott asked. "You will just have to judge for yourself." Mae teased. "Ladies, we are yours for two glorious days.... be gentle with us." Jimbo teased. "As gentle as the morning dew upon the wildflowers." Candice said. "Tell you what. I think we should stop in this here office for a sec and tell them to put some air in the tires and check under the hood. Then you can talk dirty to me some more." Jimbo said, directing Candice into an office. The man behind the counter looked up. Jimbo flipped out his ID. "Yes Sir. What Can I do for you, Captain?" asked the man. "Call me Jimbo. I left a cute little 737 moored down on Exec. 12. Citizen one-niner. Swap out Number three, bad bearing. Better do a major inspect on the others. Over 2500 SMOH. Hot landing, better check the tires and empty the ashtrays too." Jimbo said, "Oh, and check them brakes while your at it. Had nothing but water under my nose when we finally stopped. Do a good job or next time I'm going to Midas." "Swap number three, major inspect on all the others. Tires, brakes... top off the tanks and empty the ashtrays. Better do a hydraulics check too. Who gets the happy gram?" asked the man. "Citizen Airlines. This account number." Jimbo said, holding out his ID again. The man looked at it and looked up startled. "Yes sir. Take good care of my lady. I've got a hot date with this hot lady and a bunch of roast beef so take your time." Jimbo said. "Yes, sir. We'll get right on it." he said. "Take... your....time." Jimbo repeated slowly. "Yes sir, Two days enough?" asked the man. Jimbo looked at Candice and smiled. "I don't think a month would be enough... but three days would be better." he said, looking Candice in the eyes. She felt herself blushing again, but found she couldn't look away. The man at the counter noticed and said: "I think it just developed a phantom electrical problem. Might take three or four days." "My, that's a shame. What kind of scotch do you like?" Jimbo asked, not looking away from Candice. "Laphroaig fifteen year old. You can find it at Liquor Barn." replied the man. "For four days I'd look around for some twenty year old stuff." Jimbo said. "Better check the price tag first. I'll see what I can do. Enjoy your stay, Captain." said the man. "That, I think I shall do. I think I shall enjoy it very much." Jimbo said, leading Candice back out of the office. "We thought they decided to hold you hostage." Scott said. "Just a wee bit of finagling. Seems our baby has a phantom electrical problem. Could take three or four days." Jimbo said. "What did that cost you?" Scott asked. "A bottle of something called Laphroaig fifteen year old. Don't let me forget to stop at a Liquor Barn." Jimbo replied. "If it will really swing you four days, I've got an unopened bottle of Laphroaig twenty year old you can have." Mae said. "Do you now? I told you they were trying to seduce us." Jimbo said. "A woman of true distinction. And where did you learn about Laphroaig scotch?" Scott asked. "A very dear friend of ours drinks it. He got me hooked." Mae replied. "He? And where is this fine gentleman now?" Scott asked. "On his honeymoon, with another very dear friend of ours." Candice replied. "Ah, I see an open runway ahead, I may just have to set her down." Jimbo said. "Come on. We better go before Jimbo starts drooling in the isle. Don't you embarrass me again like you did in Helsinki." Scott said, leading Mae away. "I swear I didn't see that cow on the runway." Jimbo said. "How could you miss it. It had big black and white spots on it." Scott said. "I thought they were foreign runway markings. And I didn't miss it." Jimbo said. "You hit a cow?" Candice asked. "Yeah, it messed up my baby real bad. Took them a week to straighten the landing gear and wash her down. The SecState was pissed. I don't blame him for that. Helsinki isn't the party town it's made out to be." Jimbo mused. "You know a lot of party towns?" Candice asked, walking along holding his arm. "Some. I much prefer private parties though." Jimbo said. "Like two to four people." she grinned. "Two's best. Four's fine as long as they have their own little corners where they can... speculate the wonders of the world in peace." Jimbo said, grinning. "Sounds perfect. I guess we'd better collect our bags." Candice said. "I suspect that they will be at the Executive counter." Jimbo said. Indeed they were. And there were more than either man expected. "Just how long was your stay back East?" Jimbo asked. "A week. But we haven't been here for over a month." Candice said. "A month... traveling ladies are you?" Jimbo asked. "Not that much. We spent most that time with friends at a little secluded estate." Mae said. "Ah, women of mystery too. I think I'd better get us a cart....or two." Jimbo said. "Or three. I'd better go with you." Scott said. "So what do you think?" Mae asked Candice once they were out of earshot. "I think that I just met the only other man to interest me besides John." Candice said. "Whoa, girl. Take your time. He's cute... but you just met him." Mae said. "And he's got me so wet already that I'm afraid of leaving a trail. What about you? How do you feel about Scott?" Candice asked. "Oh... he's... Okay he's gorgeous! Alright? I admit it. But lets have some fun and take our time. We don't have a clue how they will feel about you and I and our *unique* relationship... let alone how they'd feel about all the others." Mae said. "I have a feeling about that.... I don't know why, but I think it will work out just fine." Candice said, looking after Jimbo. "You may be right, love. But only time will tell." Mae said, looking after Scott. "So what do you think, Jimbo?" Scott asked. "I think that your testicles are safe, Scotty boy. I admit it. I owe you big time for this one. This more than makes up for that under-under secretaries wife." Jimbo mused. "Like her *that* much already? Whoa! The mighty Jimbo has fallen." Scott chuckled. "And how about you? I haven't seen you this lit up since you stuck your fingers in that electrical panel last year." Jimbo said. "I think Mae's a doll. I look forward to discovering just how strong her oriental heritage is." Scott replied. "Okay, Scotty boy. We play them for keepers. Which is what I think they be." Jimbo said. "The mighty Jimbo *has* fallen. Last time you talked about a keeper... was never." Scott said. "I see one of the sweetest little runways I've ever seen. And the ILS is homed in on happy valley." Jimbo said. "Okay, we play them for keepers. I think we should watch for side winds and downdrafts though. I get the feeling there's more to these two than meets the eye." Scott said. "Like what?" Jimbo asked. "Like what they were doing aboard *our* airplane. We don't usually fly two women out to the coast. No matter who got off back east. It might be nice to find out who commissioned our flight." Scott said. "That we can do. I'll give Ralph a call later." Jimbo said. "That will cost you *another* bottle of scotch." Scott chuckled. "Yeah, but Ralph drinks that cheap rotgut stuff. You can pay for that." Jimbo said. "Not if you let Mae pay for the Laphroaig." Scott said. "Not if we're playing them for keepers." Jimbo said. "Got any quarters?" Scott asked. "A couple. Looks like we have to feed those one armed bandits they call change machines here." Jimbo said, pulling out his wallet. Jimbo fed three bills and got back nine quarters. "Hell, you must be serious about her, you let me *out fumble you* with my wallet." Scott chuckled. "I get the feeling that money is no object on this quest. I'll spend what it takes." Jimbo said. "That might be a lot. Remember they just spent a month away from work and are in no hurry to get back." Scott chuckled. "I think Candice could induce me to write bad checks all over town... but I don't think she would. She seems pretty down to earth to me." Jimbo said. "How would you know, she hasn't said twenty words since you met. I doubt she's said that many since I met her and I talked to them for forty-five minutes." Scott chuckled. "And you are definitely forgiven for that. No, it doesn't take a country girl many words to say what she means. She's spoken volumes to me already." Jimbo said, feeding the cart machine. They got three carts and wheeled them back to where the women waited. Scott started to load the luggage. "Miss me?" Jimbo asked Candice. "Like a well diggers ass misses heat." Candice chuckled. Jimbo smiled at her and helped Scott with the bags. "I think she speaks your language." Scott mused. "I thought I'd about cured her." mused Mae. "If it ain't broke..." Jimbo started. "Don't fix it!" Candice finished, chuckling. Jimbo beamed at her, she blushed again. "I swear, woman, you're going to become anemic if you keep using up red like that." Jimbo teased. "First time I've ever seen that reaction in her." Mae said, studying Candice. "Is it now... good." Jimbo said. Pushing two carts toward the curb, while trying to keep the roast beef unmolested. "That's silly. Here, I've got hands." Candice said. She took a cart, leaving him the roast beef. "I tell you she's trying to seduce me." Jimbo said. "If you'll quit reminding me, I might have a go at it." Candice chuckled. "Consider the subject closed." Jimbo said. "Not too closed... I hope." Candice muttered. The others may not have heard it, but Jimbo did. They flagged a cab, a mini-van at the curb. The bags filled a good portion of the back. Jimbo suggested that they take two. "That works. Candice knows her way home.... I think. At least she did." Mae said. "Right behind you, love." Candice promised. The men seemed not to notice the endearment. It was early evening, the sun just setting to the West. The air was fresh with a hint of salt. The storm they encountered over Salt Lake City having passed San Francisco early that morning. Candice sat snuggled to Jimbo's side as they rode into the city. The apartment was in the Russian hill area of town. Actually it was a townhouse. A fairly large one which consisted of two of the normally small side by side units that had been linked. Outside it looked like two separate units. The cabs pulled up behind each other and the drivers started unloading luggage as Mae opened the door and killed the alarm system. The men paid the drivers and followed carrying bags while Candice stood guard on the curb. A second trip by all completed the task. "And what would you girls have done if we hadn't happened along?" Jimbo asked. "We would have been fine, but more breathless. We take turns guarding and hauling." Candice said. "I'm not so sure about the *breathless* part." Mae mused, "Well, this is it, home sweet home. Make yourself comfortable." "And what a fine home it is. I would have expected a more feminine decor." Jimbo observed. The place was decorated in a mariner motif. With a ships bell on the fireplace mantle with an intricate model of a three-masted schooner. A gold plated sextant sat on a coffee table. "Thank you. No shortage of interior decorators in this town." Mae giggled. "I noticed that. Perhaps that contributed to our good luck in you women being single." Scott giggled. "Oh, we get a sufficient number of offers. We just usually don't take them seriously." Mae said, "What to drink?" "I'd love a splash of that Laphroaig stuff. Hate to be the last person on the planet to discover it." Jimbo said. "Rocks?" Candice asked. "Neat." Jimbo replied. "Rocks for me." Scott said. Candice poured the drinks while Mae busied herself dividing up bags and carting hers off. Candice served the drinks, handing Jimbo's his first. He took a sip and a smile broke our on his face. "I have it on good authority that the President drinks it." she said. "Laphroaig... " Jimbo said, stretching the name in a mock brogue. Scott's reaction was just as favorable. "Quite pleasantly smoky." he commented. Mae came by and retrieved a painted metal can from behind the bar and handed it to Jimbo. "Here, put this in your bag so you won't forget it." she said. He took the can and examined it. He winced when he saw the price tag, digging for his wallet. "Oh no. My treat. It's little enough to insure the prolonged company of you two charming gentlemen." Mae said. "And what kind of a gentleman would I be if I allowed you to pay my bribes for me?" Jimbo asked. "Suit yourself. If you'd rather, you buy a can for your bribe and keep this one as a gift. I won't accept your money." Mae said. Jimbo was about to comment when he remembered his promise to Candice. He fell mute. "Thank you. I just may do that. A gift fit for a king." he said. "You two make yourselves at home. We're just going to go freshen up. There's another bathroom down that hall if you gentlemen would like to do the same. Feel free to shower if you'd like. There should be ample towels in the cupboard just outside." Mae said. "Take your time. We just may do that. We've got Bosnian smog in our hair. I can't wait to see your most dangerous floor sitting outfits." Scott said. Mae passed and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Candice was more enthusiastic. She planted a large kiss on Jimbo's lips. "Something to insure you're here when we come out." she said softly. "A team of Clydesdales couldn't drag me away." Jimbo said. "Good." Candice said, slipping away. Once the girls were gone, Jimbo turned to Scott. "Who first down the hall?" he asked. "I'll go. That way I'll know I have time." Scott chuckled. "Have at. I'll be here." Jimbo said. They were both sitting back relaxing, showered and shaved wearing clean shirts, socks and shorts when the women stepped out. Both men's jaws dropped. "When you said dangerous... I didn't think you meant fatal." Scott said. "Like it?" Mae blushed. "*Like* is not a strong enough term. I don't think I've *ever* encountered a strong enough term." he said. "Certainly the best packaged country girl I ever encountered. I suppose it's legal to wear that out in public here. It would get you arrested in most places." Jimbo said. "Glad you like it, Jimbo." Candice blushed. "There you go using red again. With that outfit, I'm the one that should be blushing." Jimbo said. "Shall we go? Your bags will be safe here." Mae said. "Yes, where's your wraps. You'll freeze like that." Jimbo said. "No need. I think you'll find us tougher than you think." Candice said. "Fine by me. All the more excuse to keep you warm." Jimbo said. "Your quite welcome to do that. But these outfits are warmer than they look." Candice said. "I don't see how. They look as thin as gossamer." Scott said. "Trust me. We'll be fine." Mae said. Mae set the alarm and they hailed a passing cab. Scott volunteered to ride up front. "You're becoming too trusting, Scotty. To leave me in the back with these two lovely creatures." Jimbo said. "I intend to be keeping an eye on you. Watch his hands ladies. He's quick." Scott said. It was a short ride to the restaurant. Candice rested her fingers lightly on Jimbo's leg. He was *very* aware of them, and the two warm bodies snuggled to either side of him. He was thinking of Chinese Elm's by the time they arrived. Candice noticed. The restaurant was indeed dim and cozy. With pillows on the floor around low tables. Shoes were left in bins by the door. The owner greeted Mae by name and began to congratulate her. She shot him a look of warning and he cut it off, sensing her mood. He directed them to a private room in the back. The women sank gracefully down to rest on two pillows. The men less gracefully. Only then did they discover just how dangerous the floor sitting outfits were. The Second Skin outfits hugged the women's charms like a paint job. "How about some *Babba Ganush* to start with. And a bottle of Grey Riesling, Wente 79 or 80 if you've got it." Mae ordered. "Excellent. I think I have a bottle or two in my private stock, but I'll gladly sacrifice them for you." replied the owner. "Thank you, you are too kind to me." Mae said. "That would be impossible. You deserve it. You've brought me much business." replied the owner, excusing himself. "Come here often, do you?" Scott chuckled. "A time or two. It's my current favorite. The food is excellent and quite reasonable." Mae replied. "A winning combination. Atmosphere is nice too.... especially the view." Scott said, blushing a bit, but holding Mae's eyes. Mae found herself blushing. Thankful for the dim light to cover it. She couldn't remember the last time she had done it. The meal was indeed excellent. The men being good sports about eating with their fingers. Mae informed them that it was considered uncouth to get the food above the second knuckle. The wine was just as excellent. They drank two bottles. The men found their eyes returning repeatedly to the *view *as they talked. Jimbo kept them amused with his stories gathered flying around the earth. Candice was charmed to her toes. Mae was just as enthralled with Scott. As the evening progressed the conversations turned one on one between the couples. Candice feeding Jimbo with her fingers. Him licking at them as she withdrew. They were well fed and pleasantly tipsy by the end of the meal. Jimbo tried to grab the check when it arrived, but Mae put her credit card on the tray at her insistence. "My invitation, my treat." she said. She was emphatic about it. Scott and Jimbo were pleasantly puzzled. They were well prepared to lay their life's savings out for these women. But they wouldn't let them spend a penny. A short cab ride to Girradelli Square brought them to the Buena Vista for Irish Coffee. Standing ten deep as they drank the delicious concoctions where they were originated. Jimbo managed to pay the tab there, as he had to muscle to the front to get their order in. Scott ran interference for him. They made a good team. Later they took a stroll down the wharf. The men were a bit chilled, but the women seemed not to notice the cool humid air. "You are indeed made of sterner stuff than I expected. I was hoping to keep you warm, but you don't seem to notice the chill." Jimbo said to Candice. "I cheated," she said, snuggling to his side "here. Feel." She took his fingers and slid them into the cuff of her bodysuit. Jimbo was surprised by the warmth he felt. "Well I'll be. What is that stuff?" Jimbo asked, enjoying the feel of the warmth and the skin of her forearm. "A thermal fabric. The fabric stores heat as fiber twist. When it gets cold it untwists and gives up heat. It also cools when it's too hot." Candice giggled. Jimbo used the arm as a tool to pull them into an embrace. He kissed her tenderly next to the floating fishing boats. The soft chime of buoys ringing in the distance with the rolling of the bay. Candice was grateful that he chose that spot, rather then farther down next to the crab pots. Much more pleasant. Scott and Mae were sharing their own embrace a bit farther down the pier. Mae quivered a bit in his arms. He was a great kisser. He was pleasantly surprised that she was too. "Damn." Mae said when he finally released her. "What?" Scott asked in alarm. "I don't want to give you the wrong impression. I don't take men home with me.... And I want to... very much." she said, dropping her eyes. Scott lifted her chin and looked into her dark eyes. "No need to hurry. We've got at least two days. We need not do anything that feels uncomfortable." he said. "That's the problem. It feels very comfortable. Perhaps too comfortable." she said. "Then we have a problem, cause I feel just as comfortable. I'm not about to fight it. You're too lovely for that." Scott said. "You won't think me cheap?" Mae asked. "Not hardly. I saw that check back there at the restaurant. Reasonable indeed." Scott chuckled. "You know what I mean." Mae said, frustrated. "Yes, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to joke about it. No, I won't think you cheap. I think you are wonderful." he said. "If I regret this, so be it. I want you." Mae said, pulling him back to her lips. "I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me, darling. I may travel all over the world to exciting cities, but most the time I have to fly the next morning and I spend most my nights alone in lonely hotels." Jimbo said to Candice. "You don't have to convince me, Jimbo. I can tell you're sincere. We're two of a kind, you and I. I've only had two men in my life. The first was my husband." Candice said, snuggling to him. "And who was the second... a bad question, I withdraw it." Jimbo said. "No, it's okay. I don't mind as I'm not a bit ashamed of it. He was the man who taught me what love was. It was our friend who's now on his honeymoon." Candice replied. "I'm very sorry about that. He sounds like a fine gentleman." Jimbo said. "I'm not. Cindy's a wonderful woman. She had squatters rights anyway. And yes, he is indeed a fine gentleman. The first *real* gentleman I ever met. One of the very few I ever met." Candice said. "I wish I was in that category." Jimbo said. "You are, Jimbo." she replied. "I'm not much of a gentleman. A gentleman would be able to hide the desire I feel for you. I'm not so sure I can." Jimbo said softly. "Oh, I don't think you'd be very successful hiding that. I accept it as an honest response. Don't worry. I feel the same way." she said. "You don't think ill of me?" Jimbo asked. "No, you won't think poorly of me?" Candice asked, fearful. "Not a chance on earth. I think you're wonderful!" Jimbo said. "Good, cause I think you are too." Candice said, pulling him back to her. After a time they continued their stroll down the wharf. Finally the women took pity on the chilled men and flagged a cab. This time Jimbo climbed in front. Candice wouldn't hear of it and sat on his lap. It was a short trip back to the Townhouse. Once inside Mae turned to Candice. She gave her a quick kiss and said: "See you in the morning." Candice smiled at her and squoze her hand. Then led a passive happy Jimbo to the other side of the Townhouse. "Another drink?" Mae asked Scott. "No, I'm floating as it is." he said. Mae smiled and took his hand. She led him into her bedroom. Neither man would ever forget that night. It was etched indelibly in their psyche's. Cindy lay between Heather and John, blissfully spent. She didn't understand why it felt different, but it did. Earlier that night both had pleased her multiple times, as she had both of them. For some reason they all just *clicked* together. Normally she wouldn't have questioned it, but tonight, she did. She lay there feeling the two of them beside her, both warm and caring. Both her lovers. What she felt, was *whole*. She felt complete. She needed nothing, she wanted nothing, except to continue to feel their bodies close to hers. She kind of wanted to talk, but they were both out cold. John, partially from jet lag. Heather most likely from all the endorphins cursing through her body. Cindy shared the same dosage, but for some reason she felt hyper. She slipped out of bed and found a light robe. Knowing what was to follow she waited a moment until John and Heather rolled together and snuggled. She smiled to herself over the sight, and half at her powers of perception. She made her way to the spacious kitchen and brewed a cup of tea. Then she snagged her cellular and called Sally's. Nobody answered. She tried the West coast and found Mae's phone off. She tried the Silo and got Judy. "Hi, hope I didn't disturb you." Cindy said. "No, I was just getting a cup of tea. The triplets... Amy and Alice rather, are out. I was kind of feeling restless." Judy said. "Yeah, John and Heather are both out too. I was feeling restless myself. I just built myself a cup of tea. I felt like talking but most our little tribe seem to be incommunicado." Cindy said. "Well I'm up darling, what's on your mind?" Judy asked. "Oh, nothing in particular.... Nothing major anyway." Cindy said. "Come on darling, spit it out. Minor or major makes no difference when you want to talk." Judy chuckled. "Yeah.... I kind of hate to disturb you and spend so much on the call." Cindy said. "You're a rich woman, you can afford it. I've got my feet up and a nice cup of tea by my side. So talk to me." Judy prompted. "Okay... Actually I was just wondering why it felt different to make love with John now that we're married." Cindy said. "Don't know. Different how?" "Oh... Orgasms more satisfying. A deeper feeling of affection, a stronger desire to please... yet.. more relaxed, somehow." Cindy said. "Well, I don't have much to compare it to. As you know. But I can tell you that sex felt different to me after our three days together." Judy said. "Different how?" Cindy asked, putting her feet up and sipping her tea. "Well, it was like my focus shifted. Before my focus was on myself. What I felt. What I wanted. What I experienced. Afterwards my focus was on pleasing the other person... because I *loved* them. What I experienced became second priority. I guess my focus shifted from internal to external, you could say." Judy said. "Yeah, I understand what your saying... exactly. But with me it was kind of the opposite. I became more aware of what *I* was feeling. Before I was mainly concerned with pleasing the other person. That was my main priority. I guess it still is, but I became more aware of what they were doing to me. I felt things more strongly. Like I just started... *emotionally reacting*. Before I was *intellectually acting*. Am I making any sense?" Cindy asked. "More than you know. I think we're heading to the same place from two different directions. Before I was all emotionally reacting without hardly a thought. Oh I tried to please the other person, but that was just part of the experience I was feeling. I didn't put any conscious thought into it. I would do something because it seemed like it might be the right thing to do. Not so much because I knew it would elicit a desired reaction." Judy said. "So, same target, different paths. I'd be most happy to meet you in the middle." Cindy chuckled. "Isn't that where we want to be. To put both our bodies and our souls into what we do? I don't mean sole in a religious context, rather I use it as a collective term for all the emotional feelings." Judy said. "Yes! That's exactly what I'm feeling!" Cindy gasped. "Slow down love, I don't follow exactly what your saying." Judy said. Cindy collected her thoughts, her mind now racing. "When we made love tonight. I was *there*. I wasn't thinking about what I should be doing, I wasn't just reacting to what someone else was doing to me. I was *there*. Body *and* soul. What I did was inherently correct. What I felt was inherently correct. Not because somebody else thought it should be. Not because anybody told me to do or feel those things. I did and felt them because I wanted to! That's what felt different about making love with John our first night after the wedding. I knew he was mine. I wanted to please him, so I did. I wanted him to please me, so I *really* felt what he did. That's what's been bugging me. That I didn't know what the difference was.... now I *know*... Thank you." Cindy said. "You are most welcome, my love.... Do you know the Hindu term; *Namastea*?" Judy asked. "I don't think so. No, I'm quite sure I don't." Cindy said. "It's quite a lovely thing. What it means... and get this... '*When you are in that special place inside of you, and I am in that special place inside of me, then we are in the same place*'." Judy said. "Oh... that's absolutely lovely! *Namastea!* I love it." Cindy said. "Think you can sleep now?" Judy asked. "Yes, I think so." Cindy said. "Well then...Namastea. Sweet dreams, my dear love." Judy said. "Namastea. I love you." Cindy said, and hung up the phone. Judy looked at the phone a moment and then smiled to herself. She found that she felt like she could sleep too. Cindy made her way back to the bedroom, repeating the word to herself and thinking about the definition. She found John and Heather momentarily apart. She slipped in between them and they seemed to each snuggle to her side. "Namastea." she thought to herself. A short while later she drifted off. Candice awoke early, as usual. Surprisingly, the extra time spent active the night before had tired her out enough to shift her body clock back to the West coast. She was waking at almost the same time she normally would; around a quarter to six. She felt the warmth of Jimbo's body next to her. She smiled and snuggled to it for a while, just feeling him breathing. Eventually her body drove her to slip out to the bathroom. While there she brushed her teeth. She slipped back into the bed and snuggled to his side once more. Leaning her head against his shoulder. He stirred and his arm hugged her to him. "Good morning. Sleep well?" she asked. "Ah, like a babe in his mothers arms. And you?" he asked. "The same." she said, kissing his clavicle. "Don't remember when it felt so good to wake up." Jimbo said. "Then you don't think poorly of me?" Candice asked, concerned. He lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Candice's heart skipped a beat. "Just let me slip out and scrub this fuzz from my choppers and I'll be happy to show you how *un-poorly* I think of you." he said, kissing her forehead. She hugged him for a moment and then reluctantly released him. She lay back looking at the ceiling and the gray dawn filtering through the window. Outside, even in the city, the birds were singing their morning melodies. There was a distant growing rumble that was the sound of a mighty city coming to life. Out in the harbor horns sounded as the last of the fishing boats made their way out of the bay into the open ocean. Jimbo seemed to catch a look at himself suddenly while he was brushing his teeth. He looked hard at the image before him. He was in good physical shape. Naturally handsome in a rugged sort of way. But this morning there was something else. A spark of life shined in his eyes where he normally only saw loneliness. "Jimbo, you should be feeling this way every morning. And if you don't, then you're a damn fool." he said to himself. He finished brushing, and rinsed. Wiping his mouth on a towel. He eyed himself once more before heading back into the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight before him. A stunningly beautiful woman lay nude on the bed, her head turned to the window and was illuminated by the soft morning light. Her body was smooth and muscular. Her breasts medium and perfectly shaped. Her hair lay in a splay on the pillow under her head. She was smiling an angelic smile as she listened to the birds. That was it; She looked like an angel to Jimbo. She looked up at him and smiled. Her breath catching in her throat over the handsome statue of a man standing there considering her. "What?" Candice asked, a flicker of concern on her face. "Fear not 'darling, I was just considering how lovely you are." Jimbo said. "You don't look so bad yourself." Candice said, her smile returning. The sight drew Jimbo back into the bed. She moved into his arms and their lips met. Their passion grew like a fire with dry kindling added to it. Sometime later they lay together, spent and blissfully happy. "I'm thinking that it's a woman of great mystery that you are." Jimbo said, playing his fingers in her tresses. "How's that?" Candice asked. "A country girl through and through with the skill of the greatest courtesan on the planet." he replied. Candice smiled at him. "You seem to have picked up a trick or two yourself." she said, snuggling to him. "I was just inspired by your great beauty." Jimbo said. "I'm not that pretty, and you know it." she said. "Then my eyes must be broken, cause you're a beauty to me. A finer woman I have seldom seen and never held." Jimbo said. Candice blushed and kissed him softly. "There you go again, using up the color red." Jimbo teased. "I don't know why. I thought I was over that. You make me feel like a school girl." she sighed. "If there had been a girl like you in my school, I would have been an 'A' student. Instead of the class clown." Jimbo said, " The enigma to me is that you can still blush knowing what you do of the art of love." "I had a good teacher." Candice said. "Your husband?" Jimbo asked. "God no, he was an ignorant lout. No, my teacher was John.. the man who's on his honeymoon now." Candice said. "Then I grieve for your loss of him. He must be a fine gentleman indeed." Jimbo said. "That he certainly is. But I'm thrilled to death that he married Cindy. He couldn't have married a finer or more loving woman." Candice said. "You seem very calm about it." Jimbo said. "I am. I love them both dearly." Candice said. "Do you think I could ever fill his shoes? That you could ever come to feel that way about me?" Jimbo asked. Candice looked at him a moment and her eyes began to tear up. "I think I already do, Jimbo." she said. "I'm feeling the same way about you... I never believed those stories about love at first sight before... but I fear that you've stolen my heart." Jimbo said. "Jimbo, there's so much about me that you don't know." she said. "There's nothing about you that could possibly sway my heart. Are you the marrying kind?" he asked. Candice suddenly sobbed against him. He held her to him, concerned. This wasn't the reaction he's expected at all. "Hey, there. Why the tears?" he asked, kissing her face. She pulled away from him and sat up. She scootched back against the headboard looking out the window, tears rolling down her cheeks. Jimbo's heart was torn by the sight. "I didn't mean to upset you, darling. I guess I'm not much of a prize." he said. Candice moaned a bit. "Jimbo you're the most desirable man I ever met. Any woman on the planet would be proud to have you as her man. But there are some things about me that I must tell you." she said, taking a deep breath. "Then tell me." Jimbo said, taking her hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed it softly. "You may not feel the same way about me." she said, tears rolling down her cheeks. "I doubt that very much... but I can see that you're concerned. The only way to know is to tell me." he said, gently. "I'm scared." she said, hanging her head. "Don't be. Jimbo's here. He just might be a more understanding man than you give him credit for. Everybody's got a past. Myself included. So take a deep breath and tell me all about it." he said, pulling her to him. "It's kind of a long story." she said. "We've got time, love. Just start at the beginning." he said, leaning against the headboard with her snuggled and quivering in his arms. "Alright. I married early... I was just sixteen..." she began. She told Jimbo of her life on the farm with Nick, his cruelty to herself and the triplets. How they would take comfort in each others arms. Then about their escape into the blizzard, their mishap with the rock and their life threatening peril. Then of the sound and light of a guardian angel coming out of the swirling hell of the blizzard. How John had warmed their bodies with his own while he waited for more help to arrive. Two more lights and two more angels. A quick trip to the warm shelter of a castle hidden in the sand. She told him of their first days at the silo. She stalled a bit and then told him of her encounter with Sheila in the solarium. Then of her times with each of the other women and finally of her time with John. She left nothing out. She covered what her and the triplets life became like living at the silo. How John had bartered for their freedom. She told him of the story that she had finally extracted from Cindy about John's showdown with Nick, how he had risked his life for them more than once. Then about their meeting around the table in the kitchen when they had all become a family. Jimbo listened without comment. Inside he was seething with hatred for Nick, admiration for John and compassion for Candice and the girls. Candice continued her story. She told of the Second Skin machine and her scanning. She told him of her growing change of attitude as she came to love each and every person at the silo more and more. Then of her trip to San Francisco with Sheila and Alice. She even told him of her experience when the triplets shared their Gestalt. Finally she told him of her encounter with Mae. She told him everything. Leaving nothing out. She bared her soul to him. Lastly she related the story of the Russian surveillance. And since it was now public knowledge, of their ruse and John's escapades on the road. She finished with his gun battle at the Airport and their subsequent visit to the White House. "And that's it. That's the story of my life up to the moment when I stepped onto your plane. I'll understand if you want to leave now." she concluded. "And why would I be doing that. While I've got the woman of my dreams in my very arms." Jimbo said. Candice looked up at him in pain and surprise. "You don't think poorly of me?" she asked. "What on earth for. Because you told me that you're a fine strong hearted woman who's served her country and loved ones with devotion and honor? I'm so proud of you I could bust." Jimbo said. "But what about Mae and I, and the other women?" she asked. "What about it? I think it's incredibly sexy." he said. "But... Jimbo... I'm trying to tell you that I want to keep seeing them... all of them." she said. "I can certainly understand that. You love them. I would expect that you'd want to continue to love them." he said. "And you still want me?" she asked. "More than ever. You're the most remarkable woman I ever met. I'd be the biggest fool on the planet to let you get away. I want you for my wife, if you'll have me." Jimbo said. "Oh Jimbo!.... YES! YES! I want you! More than anything!" she said, hugging him for all she was worth. She trembled in his arms as he held her tightly. "You're just what this old country boy has been dreaming of all his life. I'm not about to let you get away. I love you." he said. "I love you too." Candice said, sobbing against him. "Then lets have no more tears." Jimbo said, kissing at her cheeks. His mouth found hers and they kissed passionately. "Scotty was right. The mighty Jimbo has fallen." he said. "Sometimes you talk too much." Candice said, pulling his lips back to hers. On the other side of the Townhouse a similar scene was being played. Scott was just as taken with Mae. Mae just as taken with Scott. He caressed her bronze skin tenderly as she talked. "Time for honesty." she said. "Yes... How long have you and Candice been lovers?" he asked. Mae looked at him in surprise. Scott smiled at her. "I could see the love in your eyes when you would look to each other while we were out. I had an inkling from the first minutes when I talked to you on the plane. When you kissed her good night last night I knew it was so. You care for each other, really care." he said. "And how do you feel about that?" she asked. "Oh, just fine with me. I admire your taste in women. I'm a little surprised you seem to like me too." he said. "What's surprising about that. You're an adorable hunk of a man. You are handsome, cultured, a true gentleman, a marvelous lover, you are well traveled and live an exciting life. No surprise there." she said. "You left out brilliant and fairly well to do ...and modest, of course." he chuckled. "The brilliant part I suspected. The modest part I never would have guessed. The well to do part doesn't concern me one way or the other." she said. "Is your fashion business so good. Even with Second Skin knocking salons out of business left and right?" he asked. "Darling, steel yourself." Mae said. "There's more?" he asked. "Oh, much. One, I *own* Second Skin's first franchise. I not only know, but am the lover of all the owners, the inventor of the machine and most of the management of the company. The CEO was my lover years before Second Skin ever started. I love each and every one of them more than I do the air that I breathe. I could never give that up. As much of a hunk as you are and as much as I've come to care for you, I still intend to keep seeing all of them. Still interested?" Mae asked. "Yup." Scott said. "My bi-sexuality doesn't bother you?" she asked. "Nope." he said. "A man of few words. Anything else you could say to clarify your position?" Mae asked. "Sure. I love you. Will you marry me?" he said. Mae looked at him in shock. "You mean it?" she asked. He nodded. "I mean it too. When I say I intend to continue to see all of them, I mean all of them, the men included. That's John and then there's Kevin, Theresa's husband and Bill, Andrea's husband. Could you live with that?" she asked. "Three men, huh. Well, I guess if I could handle it with one, then three's the same thing. Yes, I can live with that. Because I know if you want to make love with them, then they are worth loving." Scott said. "And what about Jimbo. I fully intend to stay involved with Candice. She's my most treasured relationship. From what I saw of her and Jimbo last night, I expect that he's going to become a part of her life... I know she feels the same way about all of us. So I would expect Jimbo would become a part of mine too... if he can handle it himself, that is." Mae said. "That wouldn't bother me. Would it bother you if I became involved with any of them? From what you've told me, of their natures, I'm likely to." Scott said. "That wouldn't bother me at all either." Mae said. "So it's settled then, you'll marry me?" he asked. Mae smiled and moved into his arms. She kissed him passionately. "Yes." she said, melting back into another kiss. "What's the chance of you teaching me that recipe for those biscuits you were talking about?" Jimbo asked, moving a sweaty lock of hair from Candice's forehead. "You bet. Why don't we shower together and then I'll whip up a batch." she said. The biscuits were just coming out of the oven when Mae and Scott joined Candice and Jimbo in the kitchen. Each man wore a long kimono robe. Looking almost comical in the floral prints. "Love your robe, Jimbo." Scott teased. "Seems to match yours Scotty my boy. Well you were right. The mighty Jimbo has fallen. This lovely lady here has consented to be my new co-pilot... forever." Jimbo said. "Then it's going to get mighty crowded in the cockpit. Cause this one here has consented to be mine." Scott grinned. "You too?" Candice asked Mae. Mae nodded and they moved together and hugged each other. They pulled back and turned to face their men. "I guess it's time for the acid test. It's one thing to say that something won't bother you, it's another thing entirely to see it." Mae said. "Test away. " Scott said. Jimbo inclined his head. The women turned to gaze into each others eyes and slowly moved into a long deep kiss. "Scotty my boy, I fear the Taj Mahal would pale in comparison to the lovely sight my eyes are witnessing." Jimbo said. "I've seen the Taj, it's got nothing on this." Scott chuckled. "May I congratulate you on the best landing you've ever done." Jimbo said, offering his hand to Scott. Scott took it and shook it firmly. The men grinned at each other. "And my congratulations to you, Skipper." Scott said. Candice and Mae finally pulled back and observed their men. "Well they pass the first test. No time like the present for phase two." Mae said, moving towards Jimbo. Candice grinned and moved to Scott. The men didn't fight it at all when the women moved into their arms. The kisses were long and more than a little friendly. "Mmm... can I borrow your man for a bit?" Mae asked when she finally pulled back. "After breakfast, if I can borrow yours." Candice replied, shakily. "Scotty, I think we've discovered the best ground crew on the planet. What say we keep them?" Jimbo chuckled. "No objections here... My.. you two feel almost the same size." Scott said, hugging Candice's lithe body. "Well you two can compare differences after we eat." Mae said, finally pulling herself shakily away, stealing another kiss in the process. The men sat at the table with each others fiancée's in their lap, feeding them in the glow of the late morning sun shinning through the window. "Ah, it's a rough life we endure, Scotty. A rough life indeed." Jimbo said, caressing Mae's inner thigh. "Don't know where we find the strength to endure." Scott chuckled, doing the same to Candice. "You two should get along great with John. You're sense of humor is just as bad.... and as charming." Mae said. "Yes, I'm quite looking forward to meeting this heroic figure you two are so enthralled with. He must be some man." Jimbo said. "Heroic?" Scott asked. "A few things I didn't mention... lets see. Too much trouble to dig up old newspapers.. I know. I'll bet the San Francisco examiner has a Web site." Mae said. She kissed Jimbo on the forehead and slipped off his lap and over to her computer. She fired it up and logged onto the internet. After a short search, she found the Web address she was looking for and called up the news clippings from the past week. Scott came to join her and she gave him the chair, slipping back onto his lap as he read. After a time he said: "Jimbo, it appears that our two lovelies here have a bit of Mata Hari in them." "So I heard. I told you they were women of mystery." Jimbo replied, "Can I see your medal?" he asked Candice. She smiled at him and slipped into her room. She came back carrying a velvet case. Mae slipped into her room and came back with her own. Handing it to Scott. "Isn't that a pretty bauble." Jimbo said, admiring the medal. "And well deserved from what I'm reading here." Scott said, looking between the screen and Mae's medal. "We didn't do that much. Nothing heroic about letting a few guys follow you around town. Candice and I are quite used to that anyway." Mae chuckled. "Don't go belittling yourself. It was a great service you did for your country. I'm proud of both of you. Makes me feel proud to be an American." Jimbo said. Mae and Candice looked at each other. They moved together and kissed. Then Mae whispered in Candice's ear. Candice giggled and nodded. They kissed again and separated. Moving to their respective targets. "If we're going to test this, lets really test it." Candice said, sinking to her knees before Scott. Mae did the same before Jimbo. Before either man could protest they found their robes pulled aside and warm lips descending on them. "A rough life indeed." Jimbo moaned. Scott just moaned. Later the women led both men passively into Mae's bedroom. They didn't come out again till late evening.