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Castle In The Sand [86-90]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana.Johns@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 86

Theresa was as hot as John expected her to be, and then some. She had
almost raped him on sight. Flying into his arms and hugging and kissing
him like there was no tomorrow.

John queried Cindy, "You'll take *good* care of our guest?"

"Most delightedly," Cindy replied. Sheila and the rest of the brood had
already vanished for some *advanced* debauchery. John snagged a deep
kiss and hug from Cindy and then turned to Catarina, receiving the
same. Cindy sat back, appraising.

"You two *will* join us later?" John asked Catarina and Cindy.

"Wouldn't miss it," said Cindy.

"I am quite looking forward to it, yes," Catarina replied. John allowed
himself to be led off before Theresa raped him on the spot. Cindy
turned to Catarina, who suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Okay, darling. I know this must feel very uncomfortable for you and
certainly unfamiliar, if not more than a little unusual. Probably all
the above. So why don't we have a nice long chat. For one thing,
nobody's told me shit and I'm dying to know just how this all came
about. So why don't you start at the beginning and tell me all about
it? First off, what would you like to drink? Just pick anything your
heart desires," she said. Catarina smiled at her. She was overtly
understanding and most alluring.

"I have had a craving for a *Tequila sunrise*. If you know how to make
one?" she said.

"Let's see, Tequila, orange juice and a splash of grenadine?" Cindy
asked. Catarina nodded. Cindy made her drink and one of the same for
herself. She served Catarina, seated at the table in the kitchen.
"Alright, just start at a spot that will explain it all and tell it as
you experienced it," Cindy said, squeezing her hand warmly. Catarina
took a sip of her drink and sat back, really relaxing for the first
time in years.

"Well, I guess I had better start with my parents meeting a Hungarian
couple then..." Catarina began. Between a concerted attack by the
triplets, a hungry session with Candice and a sensual session with Mae
and Judy, Sheila explained her version of the story. Leaving out
nothing she knew of, including details of their sessions with Catarina.
Judy sat back snuggled to Mae as she finished up.

"You know, from the way you tell it, I'm tempted to try him myself,"
Judy chuckled. The women all looked at her in surprised shock.

"I'm quite certain that John would be most honored, if that's what you
really wanted," Sheila said.

"It's just that, well, I've never felt any desire for a man before. But
listening to your story, and knowing how all of you honestly feel, I
can't help but feel more than a little... intrigued," Judy said.

"Well, dear heart. I'm sure that John would be open to any interest
that you felt, but don't do it because of how *we* feel. It's what
*you* feel that matters. You know we all care a great deal for you. We
accept what you have been, what you are now and most likely whatever
you'd like to be. That's your business," Sheila said.

"I know. I've also come to realize that the development of that
acceptance to the degree that you all feel it and live it, has been
largely due to John's influence," Judy said.

"Don't spend too much time intellectualizing things. If you feel like
it, do it. If you don't, don't. It's really that simple," Mae said.

"I don't know... This is the first time I've ever questioned my
decision about men. In some ways I'm really quite confused about it,"
Judy said.

"So take the time to let yourself be comfortable with whatever you
feel. If and when it feels right, you will know. Until then, just enjoy
yourself," Sheila concluded.

"Thank you, all of you," Judy said.

"No problem, babe. Now I think I'd like a little dinner before round
two," Sheila said.

Catarina finished up her story. Cindy had tears rolling down her
cheeks. She grabbed a paper towel and blew her nose. Composing herself.
She handed Catarina one as well. Cindy sat thinking about all that
Catarina had told her.

"You know, many people -perhaps most- would not understand how I feel
about John at all; with all the other women in his life. But the simple
fact is that I am so *proud* of the man, I could bust. At this point I
could not fathom life without him *and* the rest of you. Because I know
that a major portion of the man I love, is because of all of you. You
have all brought out the best in him. I don't think he would be such an
outstanding human being without you. I have no question that he would
be a good human being. But by dealing with the problems that we all put
him through, he has had the opportunity to show himself to be an
exemplary human being. Am I making any sense at all?" Cindy asked.

"Yes. I quite agree with you. Seeing things from an outside
perspective. And having experienced first hand the effects of a man who
is quite the opposite of John," Catarina replied.

"So what, do you think, made the two of them develop so differently?"
Cindy asked.

"I do not have an answer for that. I do not know what either of their
childhood's were like. I have no doubt that that is where character
develops. It might not manifest itself until later in their life, but
it began in their childhood. At the same time I know that those
characteristics might never surface unless the right environment exists
for them to surface. As you were saying about John being an exemplary
human being -which I quite agree with- he became that exemplary human
because he *chose* to deal with those problems.

"At the same time, the counterpoint to those actions exists. You take a
woman off the streets and give her the opportunity to develop her own
character, do not be surprised if she develops into a productive,
competent and compassionate person. Leave her on the streets, and do
not be surprised if she becomes a cold, devious, dishonest, self-
centered, good for nothing tramp. The contrary in both cases is what
would be the real surprise. But even those exist. There are people who
develop better in a harsh environment than a nurturing one. And vice a
versa of course. Many rich people are not worth the elements they are
made of," Catarina said.

"I'll say one thing; John sure can pick them. Perhaps it is pure
coincidence and our tastes are just similar, I don't know. All I know
is that without exception, every single woman he has become involved
with, I end up falling hopelessly in love with her myself... and it's
happened again," Cindy said, softly.

Catarina looked at her. For comfort they had shifted over to the sofa.
She leaned towards Cindy and their lips met. Softly at first, then with
more urgency. When they finally broke off, their was no question as to
their feelings. Cindy took her hand and led her to the master bedroom.
Theresa was out. Sleeping like a contented lamb. She had been tearful,
and hungry earlier. Concerned over her man's wound, curious about the
whole episode and horny as hell over the excitement. The session had
been alternately rough and gentle, mixed with John's narration of the
events he and Sheila had experienced.

After she had passed out, John was still restless. He heard giggling
from down below, after a time he thought he heard a murmuring in
French. He grinned and donned a robe. Kissing Theresa's cheek, he
slipped out of bed and down the stairs. He entered the master bedroom
to find Cindy sitting back against the headboard, half reclined. Her
hair damp with perspiration. Catarina leaned back against her, in a
similar state. Catarina looked up at John, rolling her eyes.

She sighed contentedly, then asked, "Are *all* your women so talented?"

John chuckled, "Pretty much so." he said, dropping his robe and sliding
in beside Cindy.

"I fear I am a dead woman," Catarina said. John collected a kiss from
her as he slid in, then continued on up next to Cindy.

"How was the French lesson?" John asked on the way.

"Quite inspirational," Cindy chuckled.

"*Je t'aime, mon ami*," Catarina said.

"Miss me?" he asked Cindy.

"Like air!" she said, turning into his kiss. Afterwards, the three of
them lay caressing each other.

"It seems very odd to actually be here," Catarina said.

"Not what you expected, eh?" John chuckled.

"Not at all. What I have seen of it. I expected white clinical
laboratories with air locks for doors," Catarina said.

"You haven't seen the whole thing yet?" John asked.

"I didn't know I *could* show her *all* of it," Cindy said.

"I think Bill took *that* for granted when I asked if Catarina and
Bianca could stay here," John said.

"Come to think of it, you've not seen all of it. We've basically
completed your plans while you've been out *James Bonding* around,"
Cindy chuckled.

"I would hope I was closer to *Dirk Pitt*," chuckled John.

"I think a bit of each. I have read both *Fleming* and *Cussler*,"
Catarina said.

"Can you swim?" John asked, seemingly out of the blue.

"Quite well, actually," Catarina replied, snuggling to Cindy's breasts.

"Then I think the pool would be an excellent place to start the tour,"
John said, opening the trap door to the pool. Catarina's jaw dropped.
John chuckled and extended his hand to her. She smiled and her and
Cindy joined him at the trap. She looked down and laughed gaily.

"I'll go first, give me time to get out of the way," Cindy said,
stepping off the edge. Catarina watched her hit the water and
disappear. She surfaced and swam to the side.

"Ready?" John asked. Catarina kissed him and then nodded. They stepped
off the edge together. After a long playful swim, they donned robes and
Cindy gave them both a complete tour. They encountered the rest of the
women when they finished up at the kitchen. Even with the crowd, it
seemed a warm, friendly environment to Catarina. She felt *home*. The
triplets ran up to John.

"Did you really shoot him between the eyes?" Andrea asked. John winced
just a bit, but nodded.

"I'm afraid I had to. I think he would have killed Sheila and I if I
hadn't," John said.

"Well, we're glad you did. We would have missed both of you terribly,"
Amy said.

"You don't think he was after me too?" Catarina asked.

"No, not the same way. I think he wanted to capture you, we were just
in the way of that," John said.

"Why are you so sure that Sergei wanted me alive? You are the one who
had the information he wanted," Catarina asked.

"I think that they were to grab you, and the information, which you
supposedly had, otherwise they were to obtain the information anyway
they could without harming you. I think Sergei wanted you alive for a
very important reason," John said.

"What? And why try to grab Theresa and Sally?" Catarina asked.

"Theresa and Sally, as insurance in case they couldn't obtain the
information and I was still alive. They were the most accessible way to
get to me. As to what, I think that we ought to take a trip to Austria
to find out, when this all settles down and Bianca is recovered," John
said. Catarina seemed pensive.

"You really think that she will be able to recover?" she asked. "Opiate
addiction is one of the hardest habits to kick," she said, concerned.

"Yes, I do expect her to recover, for one thing, she never had a
*habit*. The drug was administered to her, by suppository. She never
lived the life of a junkie. So all she has to deal with, is the
addiction to opiates themselves. That's why I suggested she come here.
And something I wanted to talk to all you women about," John said.

"What's on your devious-lovable mind, dear heart?" Cindy asked.

"Well, I was thinking that this would be the ideal environment for her
to recover. Knowing how good you all are at inducing endorphin
euphoria... And endorphins being *natural opiates* that the body
produces when you have sex. Besides which, probably the thing she needs
most, is tender loving care," John said.

"So you want us to make love to her?" Cindy asked.

"Well, I'm *asking* you all to think about it. If you find her as
appealing as I did when I finally got to meet her, then I'm fairly sure
you will want to, actually. If one of us is always available to her
when she has to deal with the cravings of her addiction, then the
small, relatively controlled amount of natural opiate that her body
produces ought to make it easier on her. I intend to supply her with
whatever affection she will accept, but after her treatment by Sergei,
I'm not sure just how she's going to feel about men for a while," John
said.

"Yes, I can see how that might help. Slow withdrawal without the wall
climbing effects of total removal of all sources of the drug. A very
noble cause, you can count on me," Cindy said.

"Us too!" said the triplets in unison.

"Ditto," Sheila said.

"Yes. Me too," said Candice.

"I think it's a terrific idea. Count on me," Mae said.

"Yes, of course," Judy said, studying John.

"Great, I talked to Theresa already, she agreed. That makes it
unanimous," John said.

"Sally and Jean are flying in tomorrow, with their actress friend.
After what happened I thought a little time off would be good for her.
I'm most certain that Sally and Jean will be interested too," Cindy
said. Catarina had tears in her eyes.

"Thank you, all. I can not begin to tell you how grateful I am for your
kindness," she said.

"If she's as cute as you, it won't be a kindness," Andrea said.

"She's all of that," Sheila said.

"I do not know what to say," Catarina said.

"How about *yes* to a relaxing hot tub and some fine wine after
dinner?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful," Catarina said.

"What *is* for dinner?" John asked.

"We hadn't decided. What are you in the mood for?" Candice asked.

"You back from vacation yet?" John asked, chuckling.

"Yes. And you know I don't expect you to pay me for while I was gone,"
she said.

"Just teasing. I don't think that money is a problem for any of us
anymore. Anyway, how about I cook for all of us?" John asked.

"Oh, not *Sloppy Joe's* again!" Cindy teased.

"What's wrong with my Sloppy Joe's?" John asked.

"Nothing, dear," Cindy said, diplomatically.

"I withdraw my offer. I think I'll go see what lies the national press
are telling about me. Call me when dinner's ready," John said, moving
to the bar and snagging a beer.

"Oh, now you've gone and made him mopey," Candice said.

"He'll get over it. I saved us from Sloppy Joe's, didn't I?" Cindy
said.

"There is that," Sheila said, looking after John.

"For your information, I *was* going to prepare stuffed chicken
breasts," he called over his shoulder.

"What are Sloppy Joes?" Catarina asked, after John had departed.

"Cholesterol rich, cheap food. Take hamburger and brown it, add tomato
sauce and various spices. Then serve on hamburger buns," Sheila said.

"Oh.... I see," Catarina said.

"Actually, John makes excellent Sloppy Joes. We were just teasing him,"
Cindy said. Catarina looked thoughtful.

"Why?" she asked. "Such a man... is rare, is he not?" Cindy looked at
her a moment before answering.

"I guess it's kind of an American tradition. We tease those we love the
most. Fact is that we all *worship* John, but for all of us to tell him
so... is a bit too much all at once. So we tease him," Cindy said.

"Ah... I see. I think," Catarina said, "and by teasing him, you also
get an excuse to wait on him -as you would wish to- at the same time...
no?" Cindy looked at her dumbstruck.

"Quite a perceptive woman, isn't she?" Sheila giggled.

"I'll say... Perhaps she knows us better than we do ourselves," Cindy
said, thoughtfully. Amy walked up and boldly sat on Catarina's lap.

"Hi, I'm Amy," she said.

Catarina smiled and said, "Hello Amy, I am Catarina."

John sat back on a bean bag chair in the new family room, watching the
news. Alice snuggled to his side. He was frowning a bit over the news
reports.... He didn't feel like a hero, just someone who had done his
best to protect those he loved. He flipped to another station.

"*This just in.... Reports are sketchy as to what actually happened at
the Salt Lake City International airport today. What is known, is that
two terrorist gunmen armed with automatic weapons are dead. One from
injuries sustained from combined law enforcement agencies, and one from
the apparent marksmanship of millionaire recluse John Stevens.*

*Little is known about Stevens, only that he surfaced into the
limelight in April during New York's famed Fashion Week as the inventor
of the body scanner system now in use by Second Skin Inc., which has
been revolutionizing the fashion scene throughout the country with
their unique clothing designs.*

*Also unknown, is Stevens' involvement in the arrest of dozens of
foreign agents across the country today.*

*One, a KGB major Sergei Nickolov, was charged with Conspiracy to
commit murder, conspiracy to commit espionage, kidnapping, trafficking
in drugs, resisting arrest and assaulting a federal officer. His arrest
coincided almost exactly with the gun battle that erupted at the Salt
Lake Airport. The kidnapping charge relates to the release of Austrian
national Bianca Rothschild, a relative of the famed Rothschild banking
family.*

*The connection to John Stevens is not known, but a woman a high level
government source identified as Catarina Rothschild, elder sister of
Bianca, was observed with Stevens at the time of the assault at the
Salt Lake Airport. Also observed with Stevens at the time was a woman
identified as Sheila Jacobs, CEO of Second Skin Inc.*

*Coinciding with these events were the arrest of some six assailants on
the estate of Academy Award winning actress Shannon Lucy in Long Island
New York. Also observed at the Lucy estate were Sally Thompson and Jean
Francis, executives of the New York outlet of Second Skin Inc., and a
gun battle between Federal agents and six assailants near a college
campus in Nevada, resulting in the death of the six assailants and the
injury of Lieutenant Kevin Waters of the U.S. Air Force. The connection
to Second Skin Inc. and Stevens is not known, but the attack seems to
have been perpetrated upon one Theresa Foster, listed as co-owner of
Second Skin Inc.*

*Events would seem to indicate a concerted -but failed- assassination
attempt of many high ranking officers of Second Skin Inc. by foreign
agents. The reason for these attacks is unknown at the present time.*

*Interviews with local authorities in Utah yielded little information
except the following: Shortly before the gun battle there erupted, at
the request of Federal Agents, the Utah Highway patrol blocked off
outgoing Southbound traffic from the Salt Lake Airport. Officers of The
Salt Lake County Sheriffs office, The Salt Lake City police department
and Airport Security officers were notified of a possible terrorist
attack upon a motor home inbound into the Salt Lake Airport. Officers
from these agencies staged at the North end of the Airport by the
United Airlines terminal. Airport security blocked off exits and
entrances into the terminal for the safety of Airline passengers.*

*Witnesses at the airport stated that the motor home passed by in front
of the airport at a high rate of speed, pursued closely by a small gray
compact rental car. The motor home came to a screeching stop by where
the officers were staged, but a compact car being towed by the motor
home jackknifed and broke free from the motor home and plowed through
the area where the officers were assembled, forcing the officers to
dive out of its oncoming path.*

*The gray compact car carrying two assailants came to a stop just in
front of the motor home and the two assailants jumped out with
automatic weapons. One assailant laid down cover fire towards the
officers while the second assailant made an attempt on the motor home,
shooting the lock off the door and entering it with his weapon blazing.
A single return shot was heard from within the motor home and there was
no more fire heard from within the motor home.*

*Officers returned fire upon the first assailant in front of the motor
home, striking the assailant four times and killing him. Officers then
entered the motor home and found the second assailant dead with a gun
shot wound to the head. John Stevens, Sheila Jacobs and Catarina
Rothschild emerged shakily, but unharmed a short time afterwards. Later
they were taken under protection of Federal Agents who arrived at the
scene. All vehicles involved were taken under federal jurisdiction and
removed to an undisclosed location.*

*Our reporter talked to fifteen year veteran officer Sgt. Bob Phelps of
the Salt Lake Police department at the scene:*

*"I don't know who this Stevens guy is, but I'd welcome him as my
backup any day. He nailed that sucker right between the eyes. I have no
doubt that he saved the lives of both women, himself, many police
officers and possibly many innocent bystanders. Those guys were out for
blood. As far as I'm concerned, Stevens is a hero. That guy would have
been coming out with his gun blazing if Stevens hadn't nailed him."*

*Officer Steve Childs was first into the motor home after the attack,
he had this to say:*

*"I stuck my head into the motor home as soon as we dropped the other
guy. I was expecting to find a blood bath inside and an armed assailant
reloading. Instead, I found myself staring right down the barrel of
Stevens' .357 Python leveled at my head. I yanked my head back and
identified myself. He answered that if he hadn't seen my badge that I'd
have looked like the other guy. I believe him. I'm just thankful that
he kept his head under fire, or I'm sure I would have lost mine."*

*"Did he give any indication to you who he was?"*

*"No, but I'm sure he's some kind of federal agent. One of the
Detectives and several of the other officers said he carried Government
ID. Some project called SFB. I don't doubt he's a government agent of
some sort. Civilians usually can't shoot like that. And in the heat of
a fire fight they'd likely shoot at anybody who'd stuck their head in
that door. But he held his fire. That takes an extremely cool
character. I'm just glad as hell he did."*

*"Thank you, officer."*

*The whereabouts of John Stevens, Sheila Jacobs and Catarina Rothschild
is unknown at the present time. After a short visit to Bianca
Rothschild at the University of Utah Medical Center -where she is
recovering from her ordeal under protective custody- they were flown by
helicopter to an unknown destination. An attempt by a local news
affiliate to pursue them was blocked by a military helicopter.*

*We attempted to interview the pilot of the helicopter service which
carried Stevens and party to their undisclosed destination:*

*"Listen, All Stevens wants, is his privacy. I've got the utmost
respect for those people. Stevens especially. You have no idea of the
good he's done.... "*

*"What good is that? Why don't you tell us?"*

*"Nope! He don't want no recognition. His reward ...Well, that's all
I'm gonna say."*

*The pilot would answer no more questions. The questions remain open
tonight. Who is John Stevens? Certainly a hero. But what else is he?
What is the connection of Second Skin Inc. to the shady world of
espionage? What were the intentions of the gunmen in their attack upon
the Second Skin Hierarchy? We hope to answer those questions over the
next few days.*

*In other news.......* John turned off the TV.

"I ain't no flippin hero!" he said.

"You will *always* be my hero!" Alice beamed at him, kissing his cheek.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 87

After a dinner of *Stuffed Chicken* breasts prepared by Catarina and
Candice, they all shared a hot tub. The new sized tub tested almost to
its capacity. At Cindy's request, the women mostly left John to relax
and unwind. The triplets claimed Catarina for the night. Sheila opted
for the Candice, Mae and Judy trio. Theresa and Cindy kept John
company. Theresa was a nervous wreck; Alternating between frantically
passionate love making and sleep. Cindy was cuddly and quiet. Brimming
with pride over her man.

Sally, Jean and Shannon Lucy managed to slip through the media by the
hair of their teeth, arriving at the Silo the next day. They were
greeted warmly by all. Sally was as almost as hungry as Theresa. Bill
Howdy escorted Kevin in by military transport. Kevin wasn't getting
much rest in the hospital. The doctors were happy to see him go as the
news media left when he did. Theresa instantly took over his nursing,
doting over him. Howdy and John retired to the office to talk
privately.

"I ain't no flipping hero!" John said, sipping at his scotch.

"Actually, you are. How are you defining a hero? I know for a fact you
have saved at least five lives. What else would that make you?" Howdy
chuckled, over his own scotch.

"A normal human being who just dealt with the shit that was presented
to him the best way he knew how," John said.

"People are presented with shit every day. They seldom save lives,"
Bill said.

"Well, I sure don't feel like a hero...." John moped.

"What do you feel like?" Howdy asked.

"Lately, I just don't know. I'm still kind of shell shocked," John
said.

"That's understandable.. That will wear off with time. Given a chance,"
Bill said.

"Yeah, the news media is getting closer. They interviewed my ex-wife
for god's sake. She wants to know where I am too," John said, rolling
his eyes.

"Yeah, I saw that one. That kid of yours broadcasting her heartfelt
appeal for her daddy," Bill said.

"That part was kind of funny. She's not actually my kid. My ex had an
affair with some dork," John said.

"So that's why you never felt any compulsion to see the kid? I wondered
about that. You're not the kind to neglect an offspring," Bill said.

"If she'd been less of a brat, I might have been more inclined to play
daddy anyway. Actually, it was my ex that kept us apart," John mused.

"Somehow I can't picture you married to that woman. Not your style at
all," Bill said.

"So what *are* we going to do about all this shit?" John asked. "I
suspect that it's getting a little warm on your end too."

"You have no idea how warm; Right now shit's flying every which way.
The government's thrilled to death over how many agents we took down,
but they don't have a clue how to handle the media or how to explain
what took place. I was hoping you had some ideas," Howdy said, wearily.

"Not a lot at the moment. I assume that by the government, that you
mean the president?" John asked. Howdy looked around. "It's off. Check
for yourself if you want," John said.

"No, I trust you. Yes, the president is worried," Howdy said.

"I don't doubt it. Speculations have been flying left and right in the
media. We'll have to do something very soon; Like I said, the media is
getting close. Everybody who ever saw me is coming forward with a *John
Stevens slept here* or got gas here story. They've got most my trip
across the country documented so far," John said.

"It would help if we could.... present you as a hero," Howdy said.

"Why?" John asked.

"America loves a hero. If you become a beloved icon, then congress
isn't about to start digging too deep into what happened. They wouldn't
dare," Howdy said. John sighed.

"Back to being something I loathe. The idea that it's not really what
you are that matters, it's what you appear to be. Funny, I was kind of
worried that this would have an adverse affect upon the girls'
business, but they report that every salon is booked solid for the next
six months. They'd like to get another dozen salons open as soon as
possible, but with all the media snooping about, they can't leave
here," John said.

"Like I said, America loves a hero... or any possible association with
one," Howdy said. John was contemplative for a time. Bill let him
think. He'd gained a great deal of respect for Stevens over the
relative short time of their association. He sipped at his scotch and
waited.

"How well could you cover your end if the truth came out?" John asked.

"Uh.... God, I don't know. What do you have in mind?" Bill asked.

"Well, if the media is hell bent on finding something out, they usually
succeed. I'm just trying to think of a way to let them find out while
making the government actually look good at the same time," John said.

"You mean tell the truth?" Howdy asked.

"Why not?" John asked.

"The land for one. Kind of hard to explain why the government gave 360
square miles of land to a private citizen," Howdy said.

"It was and still is for a very worthy cause, you know that," John
said.

"Yes, and I believe in that cause. But how the hell do you explain that
to the press?" Howdy asked.

"What about tying it to a government program? I've pledged my royalties
from Second Skin to the project. The government instigates the other
half, the temporary shelters in the cities. My side becomes a portion
of that plan. It's the government working with the wealthy to deal with
a national problem. Returning a portion of that wealth to the country's
poor and needy. Don't forget shots of what the desert land actually
looks like now," John said.

Howdy nodded but asked, "So how the hell do we explain the connection
to the foreign agents?"

"Simple. The truth. The government recognized an opportunity to kill
two birds with one stone. Helping the needy while presenting a ruse to
the Russians," John said. Howdy looked dumbfounded.

"It just might work.... except for one thing," he said.

"What's that?" John asked.

"Your.... *unorthodox* relationships," Bill said.

"*What* relationships? John asked.

"Twelve bisexual women," Bill said.

"Oh, you mean my tenants?" John asked.

"Tenants?" Bill asked.

"I've been charging all the women rent for the past nine months or so.
My taxes will reflect that when I file them next April," John said,
smugly.

"What about before then, Cindy and Theresa for the past year and a
half?" Howdy asked.

"I didn't file it, as it was an insignificant portion of my income.
I'll pay a penalty on the eighteen hundred dollars I neglected to
declared last year when I file this year's," John said.

"So what about Cindy's and Theresa's connection with Second Skin?" Bill
asked.

"It was their idea. They were around me while I was tinkering. They saw
the opportunity. I agreed to license them the patent. All true," John
said.

"So what were they doing here to start with?" Bill asked.

"Recovering from an abusive environment. Studying for their GED's. All
true," John said.

"And what about your pending marriages?" Bill asked. John thought about
it.

"That's a problem. If the news media gets wind of that, then .....*I'm
no longer a hero*... this could work out better than I thought," John
chuckled.

"Do you think you could hold the women off for a while on that?" Howdy
asked.

"Not all of them. In fact, being married to one of them would help with
the media's questions about relationships. They will just assume that
if I'm married to one, that I'm not involved with the others," John
said.

"Which one?" Howdy asked.

"Well, Sheila would be the obvious choice for presentability, but
Cindy's the one I promised. A hero needn't be fully respectable. The
public won't mind a Spring-September relationship if the September
part's a hero," John said. Howdy nodded.

"But what about your little foray across the nation? Like you said, the
press almost has your whole route pegged, including who you traveled
with. Both Cindy and Sheila have been reported as your companions. Not
to mention Catarina. How do you tie *that* loose end up?" he asked.

"I hadn't made up my mind yet. I was dating both of them. Not uncommon
for a millionaire to be picky or promiscuous," John said.

"The public won't like a promiscuous hero," Howdy said.

"Tough. So I get to be a tainted hero. I don't want to be a hero
anyway," John said.

"And what about Catarina?" Bill asked.

"Why not the truth? She was coerced by Sergei to try to find out what
we were doing here. Rather than commit espionage, she confessed this to
me and I agreed to help her. She turned double and helped us to burn
Sergei and get her sister back at the same time," John said.

"Make a hell of a book....." Howdy chuckled.

"Nobody would believe it," John said.

"Well, I'll present the options that you've suggested to the president.
We may end up doing it just as you say, because you're right about the
press once they sink their teeth into a story. How will you explain
things to the women?" Howdy asked.

"The truth. I will never lie to them. I won't even *try* to deceive
them again with a half truth," John said.

"I understand. And I admire that. Should be an interesting time
ahead... for all of us," Howdy said.

"So which of the triplets are *you* going to marry?" John asked.

"Huh?" Howdy asked, startled.

"I'm marrying only one woman to look presentable... You're just about
out of a job. I figure you'd like to see more of the triplets. If you
marry one of them, then you look presentable, and nobody would think a
thing about her having her sisters around," John chuckled.

"You may have a point there," Howdy nodded, thoughtfully, "but do you
think they'd want to marry me?"

"No doubt in my mind, but you'd have to ask them... so which one would
you marry?" John asked again.

"Oh.... gosh. That's a hard choice," Bill said.

"A slight preference?" John asked.

Howdy nodded, "Very slight... Andrea."

The next day Bianca arrived, also by military helicopter accompanied by
Bill and Catarina, who flew out to pick her up. Catarina holding her
hand on the return trip as Bianca looked distantly out the window.
Catarina took her around on a tour, introducing her to the women. They
all made her feel very welcome. Then Catarina sat Bianca down and
explained her therapy. Bianca cried. The first night she was a little
shy. Catarina held her through the night. The next day, about the time
her addiction was becoming too much for her to deal with, Alice walked
up and plunked in her lap.

"You're a nice lady. Wanna come see my room?" she said. Bianca was
pleasantly startled.

"Yes, I think I would like that," she replied. Alice stood and took her
by the hand.

"You talk nice, like your sister," Alice said, leading her away. Bianca
sat in a chair by a study area as Alice told her about the room.
Telling her how she had done the woodworking. Bianca fidgeted. "You
seem kind of nervous," Alice said.

"I am sorry. It is not you. I guess I am not a very good guest," Bianca
replied.

"Is your addiction bothering you?" Alice asked. Bianca looked a bit sad
and nodded, dropping her eyes.

"It's not your fault. You didn't choose to become addicted...... John
said the best cure is making love.. Can I help?" Alice asked. Bianca
kind of shivered and smiled at the lovely girl.

"That is very kind of you to offer. But you do not need to do that,"
Bianca said bravely.

"I *want* to do that," Alice said simply. Bianca looked into her eyes.

"I think you are just being kind," she said.

"That is not true. I think you are very pretty," Alice said.

"You are very pretty as well. You all are," Bianca said.

"So you think I am pretty, I think you are pretty. Let's make love for
that reason. If it helps you at the same time, so much the better,"
Alice grinned. Bianca was still timid. Tears formed in her eyes. She
didn't know what to say. Alice solved this by walking up to her. She
sank to her knees by the chair and pulled Bianca into a tender, soft
kiss. Tears started to flow freely from Bianca's eyes. Alice did her
best to kiss them away. Suddenly Bianca was hugging her fiercely.
Crying openly. Alice led her to the bed.

After a time the other two triplets slipped quietly into the room,
already nude. The healing process was begun. Bianca felt much relieved.
Later the four of them languished in the hot tub. Sheila entered and
dropped her robe. The triplets observed Bianca sneaking quick looks at
her as she stepped in. Alice moved to her and kissed her. Sheila pulled
her onto her lap as she caressed the small blonde. Bianca couldn't help
but feel a flush of excitement.

"So, have the triplets convinced you of our sincerity?" Sheila asked
Bianca. Bianca looked at her and then dropping her eyes, she nodded,
smiling a bit. "Then I would feel most honored if you were to choose me
next," Sheila offered, smiling at her. Bianca looked up startled.

"It is *I* who would feel honored, but I feel quite relieved," she
said, shyly. Sheila kissed Alice again, and then slid her off her lap
as she rose. She moved over by the timid woman. Bianca met her eyes and
Sheila pulled her into an embrace. Then kissed her tenderly. Bianca
trembled from her touch.

"Good. But that's just one of the benefits. Not the only reason we want
you," Sheila said, after she lifted her head again. Tears moved to
Bianca's eyes and she melted into the next kiss. One by one, over the
next few days, all the women seduced Bianca. Each was successful in
convincing her they were *very* sincere. Each left her with a standing
invitation for as many rematches as she wished.

Both as a supplement and to get her interested in men again, Cindy
presented her with a copy of her toy. After a week or so, Bianca
started eyeing John. Catarina noticed and asked if she would care to
spend a night with her and John. Bianca shyly agreed. With the comfort
of her sister's presence and John's gentleness, they managed to greatly
reduce her aversion to men. Between the toy, the women and John, Bianca
seemed to be well on her way to recovery from her addiction. Her self-
esteem grew with each of her love sessions. It took a leap when the
actress Shannon Lucy took a shine to her. John found the pair in the
kitchen, taking on nourishment after a long, satisfying session. He
chatted with them as he built himself a club sandwich, declining
multiple offers to wait on him.

"Isn't it dangerous for your career, being here?" John asked Shannon.

Shannon kissed Bianca on the cheek and replied, "I don't really care,
but I don't think so. It might be very good for me, publicity wise. The
press have noticed my absence from New York along with Sally and Jean.
They are already speculating that we are all with you, someplace."

"That's what I mean. Depending on what the government decides to tell
the press, I might not be presented as a person you would wish to be
associated with," John said, joining them at the table.

"You are *precisely* the kind of person I would wish to be associated
with, whether or not the press gets its facts straight. You are
handsome, virile, kind, generous, brave, understanding, compassionate
and a gentle, caring lover. Not to mention that you are virtually
surrounded by stunning women who wear scant clothing when they bother
and who share most of your virtues. Add to all that the fact that you
all live an extremely exciting and intriguing life," the actress
replied. John blushed and studied his sandwich for a moment.

"That could all blow up on you, if the press decides to attack the
bisexuality," John said.

"How would they know?" Shannon asked.

"I don't think they could help but notice an imbalance in the ratio of
men to women," John chuckled.

"They can speculate all they want -and they do- but it's not the same
as facts. I don't care anyway. Financially I'm okay, even if I never
made another picture. I became an actress because I wanted to live a
glamorous life. Since I met Sally and the rest of you, that's come
true, beyond my wildest dreams," Shannon said, smiling at him and
hugging Bianca's lithe form in her lap.

"Well, we certainly don't object to having your lovely body around.
You're welcome to stay as long as you wish. I'm sorry I can't offer you
a private bedroom of your own though. We seem to be full up," John
chuckled.

"Thank you. I don't think that will be a problem. I seem to have what
seems an unlimited number of invitations for sleeping partners,"
Shannon giggled.

"That's not surprising. As lovely as you are," John chuckled.

"And I never felt that lovely till my association with you folks....
Bianca and I were just about to enjoy a sauna and a hot tub. Would you
care to join us?" Shannon offered.

"Love to," John said. In addition to the large hot tub and the wet and
dry saunas, John had installed a smaller cool water pool. Not a full
fledged Danish cold water plunge, but unheated it remained around the
silo ambient temperature. This pool was used to cool off a bit between
the steam, sauna and hot tub. To heat the new section, John sought out
the concrete cooling pipes from when the silo was made and tied them
into his solar heating system. John sat back relaxing in the hot tub
with Shannon on his lap and Bianca snuggled to his side. After a time
Bianca leaned to kiss the two of them.

"I promised to help the triplets with their lessons. You two have fun,"
Bianca said. Shannon pulled her back into a deep kiss, just scant
inches in front of John's face. John found it terribly erotic and his
manhood stirred beneath Shannon. Bianca turned to him and repeated her
performance, which helped to further the response. Bianca moved out to
shower and dry. Shannon turned to John and giggled.

"Such an honest felt response to two women kissing," she said.

"I found it very erotic," John said.

"Apparently so," she giggled, changing her position to take advantage
of the situation. Later Shannon lay with her head on John's shoulder as
they snuggled on a wide chaise, basking in warmth and comfort. She idly
played her fingertips in his sparse chest hair. "Sally told me what a
wonderful man you were. I hardly believed it till I met you. I still
savor the memories of that first night," she said.

"Thank you. I quite enjoyed myself.... Both then and just now. Sally's
a good person. I'm real proud of the way she's developed." John said,
kissing her forehead.

"You should be very proud. As competent and cultured as she has become,
hard to believe she was homeless just a short time ago. She told me all
that you have done for her," Shannon said.

"I was thrilled to be able to help her. It makes me sad to think that
there are lots of people in situations similar to hers when I met her,"
John said.

"I heard some of the women talking about the community you are
building. Tell me, how will it work?" Shannon asked. John explained his
plans and what he had proposed for the government to do. "I think it's
a terrific idea. I'd like to help myself. I think I could get other
actors interested as well," Shannon said.

"Do you think that they'd really be interested?" John asked.

"I have no doubt that they would be. Even motivated by good press
rather than from a magnanimous perspective. But what would that matter,
as long as they contribute?" Shannon replied.

"I guess so.. I'd rather that anybody involved actually cared about the
outcome, but I guess that's not necessary. I just want to help the most
number of people," John said.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd be happy to make some calls," she said.

"I don't mind at all. If I'm allowed to use the land as I intended. I
may well end up having to relinquish the property back to the
government," John said.

"Then we could obtain more. I'd be happy to handle the actors' side of
things, you're likely to end up fairly busy," Shannon said.

"That would be nice of you. If you think they would actually be
interested," John said.

"I most certainly do. I can think of one actress in particular that you
and Cindy visited in Minnesota. I heard you made quite a favorable
impression on her," Shannon giggled.

"That was fun. I was quite pleasantly surprised how nice a person she
was and how welcome she made us feel. I thank you for the
introduction," John said.

"You are quite welcome. She told me she's fairly dripping for a rematch
anytime you'd like. And from our circle of friends you've got another
dozen open invitations that you haven't accepted yet," Shannon said.

"I know, stunning women every one of them. But I seem to have a
plethora of stunning women surrounding me already. I'll never
understand why," John said.

"Every one of them loves you dearly. It's easy to understand why.
You're quite a hard act to follow, you know. I've fallen pretty hard
for you and the others myself," Shannon said, snuggling to him. John
lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly. She moved atop him and they
made love again. Later they enjoyed a dip in the cool pool and then
moved off to dress for dinner.

Howdy had retrieved John's monster fish from the freezer in the motor
home and had obtained another five of like size as a contribution from
the DNR in Utah once he told them who they were for. Catarina and
Sheila combined their recipes. The result was outstanding. Afterwards
Bill and John retired to the Communications room. John muted the
recorders. Bill checked his E-mail and nodded smiling.

"Rather than try to obtain clearances for Catarina and Bianca -which
would have been virtually impossible- and Shannon, instead I requested
and was granted full declassification of all silo construction
information," he said.

"Good. I was a little worried about that. What about SFB?" John asked.

"Not yet. The President is very impressed with your homeless idea. He
wants to release the whole thing as a package in a news conference once
he gets it established," Howdy said.

"God, that could take years," John moaned.

"No, try a month. He's been on the phone with the congressional leaders
all week. They're putting together the bill now. It's virtually assured
passage in both houses. Everybody likes the idea.... especially if they
can get partial credit for it," Bill chuckled.

"God, I hope they do it right. I don't trust the government at all. Any
idea who they have in mind to run it?" John asked.

"Yes, *me*," Bill sighed.

"*You?*" John asked in surprise.

"Yes, so I can guarantee it will be run right. I told them I would only
accept the position if I had a free hand to run the program the way I
wanted. The biggest sales point was the debit against IRS account. The
fact that whatever cost expended towards an individual gets paid back
when they start working," Bill said.

"Actually, that part worries me the most. If they tack on the
government overhead costs to the accounts, then people may never get
out of debt to Uncle Sam," John said.

"Nope. I thought about that too. Only actual expenditures made for
food, clothing and housing. The maximum daily fee will be set at five
dollars per person," Bill said.

"What about families? If someone had four kids, that's thirty dollars a
day," John said, frowning.

"I thought of that. Nowadays basically everybody gets a social security
number when they're born. The charges for individuals go on their
social security number. Kids are charged against their future earnings.
Parents will have the option of paying off their kids' accounts if they
are able," Howdy said.

"What about the perpetual welfare types?" John asked.

"A maximum of six months usage in any five years. Harsh, but only for
those who would abuse it," Howdy said.

"Hell, sounds like it might even work," John chuckled.

"It better, or I will divorce myself from it in a heartbeat," Bill
said.

"I'm going to try to continue my program as well. I'm kind of sad that
you decided to connect with the government program; I had you in mind
to run mine," John said.

"If they don't let me run it like I want, I just may take you up on
that. So how's Bianca's recovery coming along?" Bill said, changing
subjects.

"You should know, I seem to recall she cornered you a few days ago,"
John chuckled.

"Yes, I quite enjoyed it too. But I'm grateful for the others around
here. She's still *very* hungry," Bill chuckled.

"I think she'll be fine. I've already noticed a slow decline in her
*appetite*," John said.

"Not that I've noticed," Bill said, rolling his eyes.

"I've had the girls logging their encounters. The chart shows a
declining trend. I was a bit worried at first, there was a very sharp
increase for a while, but I attribute that to her getting familiar with
everybody and starting to take advantage of the treatment. I expect it
to level out to some sort of a natural plateau over the next month or
so. I suspect she might remain *very* active sexually for the rest of
her life," John said.

"Too bad the doctors can't use the same treatment for every opiate
addict," Bill mused.

"I doubt it would work. But I have been talking regularly with the
doctor that first treated Bianca. He's intensely interested in the
results. He feels that it may lead to other cures, perhaps a patch
administered slow withdrawal treatment," John said.

"That may have been an error. I'm certain that the press will talk to
him," Howdy said, looking serious.

"Oh, they have, but he hasn't talked to *them*. All he's told them is
that Bianca is undergoing therapy at an undisclosed location and that
her recovery is going well. I was a bit concerned about it at the
first, but it turns out it's covered under the patient doctor
confidentiality rules. If he did talk, we could sue the pants off him,
and win. He'd likely lose his license for a while. But I don't think
he's inclined to talk anyway. He's more interested in his patient,"
John said.

"Knock, knock, am I intruding?" Cindy asked, walking in.

"No, of course not. Bill and I were just chatting. Come in and have a
seat," John said. Cindy chose his lap, kissing Bill on the cheek as she
passed. She pulled John into a more advanced version.

"I just came to find out if you'd thought about sleeping partners for
the night?" she asked, once she pulled back.

"Actually I hadn't. But I'd be very pleased if you would join me," John
said.

"I'd love to, but I'm already booked with Sheila. Theresa's still
fretting over Kevin so she's reluctant to accept further partners for
the time being. Mae and Candice are doubling with Sally and Jean,
they've already slipped off together. The triplets already turned in
with Shannon. Catarina and Bianca are laying for Bill when he shows his
face again," Cindy said, warning Bill..

"So it looks like I get to see how well the extra widget in the
mannequins work," John chuckled.

"If you'd like, but you're forgetting someone," Cindy chuckled. John
thought for a moment.

"Not anybody I think would be interested," he said.

"You'd be wrong in that assumption. She asked me to talk to you. If
you're interested, she's waiting for you in the guest room. Otherwise,
she's more than welcome to join Sheila and I," Cindy chuckled.

"*Judy's* interested in *me?*" John asked, aghast.

"She has been for quite a while. She just waited to be certain of her
feelings," Cindy said.

"You wouldn't mind?" John asked.

"No love, but thank you for asking," Cindy said, hugging him and
kissing him again.

"How come you treat me so well?" John asked when she pulled back.

"It's because I love ya," Cindy said.

"Well, I guess if I have a virgin to deflower that I'd better get
started," John said.

"Knowing how you handled the last one, I'll see you in about three
days. I'll see if I can dig up some *Tawna* leaves," Cindy chuckled,
sliding off his lap.

"I don't expect to be setting any records tonight," John said.

"She's been quizzing Sally all about her first time with you, so don't
you go disappointing the woman. We're all united on this. You're cut
off from the rest of us for three days as of now. So it's Judy or the
mannequins, take your pick," Cindy chuckled.

"In that case, give me a kiss that will last three days," John said,
catching her hand.

"Gladly," she said, moving into his arms. Bill chuckled and wished him
luck on his way out to face his own fate.

"Knock, knock," John said at the door of the guest room. Judy was
sitting in a chair, looking nervous and drinking a glass of wine.

"Please, come in," she said, hoarsely.

"Cindy said you had expressed an interest in my company for a while.
Want to talk about it?" John asked, pouring himself a glass of wine.

"No, I've thought about it for a long time now. I'm comfortable with my
choice.... If you're interested?" she asked, shyly.

"Yes, of course. You are quite lovely. I'd be very honored to be your
first man," John said, extending his hand to her. She took it, her eyes
beginning to mist as she moved shakily into his arms. Judy quivered in
his arms as he hugged her for a long time. Then he kissed her as gently
as he knew how. Her quivering got worse. When he pulled back, they
shared a gaze for a long time, then Judy pulled him into another kiss,
sliding her tongue between his lips. After a time, she giggled.

"What's so funny?" John asked.

"Your mustache, it tickles.... But I like it," she said, pulling him
back into a deep kiss. He lifted her in his arms and carried her to the
bed, still kissing her. He gently lay her upon it and then lay with her
a moment kissing her. His fingers fumbled with the buttons of her long,
thin, white summer dress. She moaned in delight as he kissed down her
neck.

Underneath the dress, he found one of the sexiest pieces of lingerie on
the planet. Obviously custom made on his machine. It was a pearl white
silky weave over everywhere *but* the erogenous zones. It was adorned
with visual images of the pubic areas of every woman in the silo. Each
was signed by it's owner with a little saying. John chuckled as he
read, "Go get her, tiger! A hero's reward! Records were made to be
broken! Gone searching for Tawna leaves! It's down there, silly! Quit
gawking and get on with it! Make it a Grand Slam home run! Last Virgin
on the planet, handle with care! A hard man is a good thing to find! Me
next... when you can walk again! Remember *that* spot, we're with you!
and Best wishes, I don't mind!"

Judy chuckled with him, enjoying his reactions as she undressed him.
She really chuckled when he discovered that every image had a little
opening to it. Inside his tongue found the familiar flavor of its
owner. He moved back and forth between the images and sharing what he
found with Judy in a deep kiss. All the while caressing and teasing her
into excitement.

After Sheila's image, just above a cleanly shaved and exposed Judy, she
experienced her first orgasm from a man. Then again as he shared her
own flavor with her. After several more, she was more than ready. He
was more than ready himself, but she wouldn't have missed orally
stimulating him before hand. In the midst of this she climaxed again.
Afterward she rolled him onto his back.

"You sure?" John asked, tenderly. She smiled and nodded, moving over
him. John had her move her hips back and forth for a while, letting her
feel his manhood between her labia lips. She kissed him hungrily as she
again moved herself to orgasm. Then she sat up and positioned him
against her portal. She lowered herself too quickly and winced in pain.

"Easy. You're in charge. Just lower yourself slowly. We've got all the
time in the world," he told her. She nodded and kissed him before she
again began to lower herself, coming to rest upon the obstruction of
her hymen. She winced again, but kept increasing the pressure. Just
when she thought she would not be able to stand the pain any longer,
there was a sudden POP! Inside her and her hips slammed downwards all
the way as she screamed in pain and pleasure.

John instantly grasped her hips and held her down as her body attempted
to reject the concept of a penis inside it. For a time she struggled
against his grasp, tears rolling down her cheeks. She lay forward atop
him and hugged him, quivering as he kissed at her tears and gently
caressed her back and sides.

John gave her time for her body to adjust to his size before he began
to slowly move inside her. Her crying became worse, but she soon began
to synchronize her own movements with him. Each breath became a ragged
moaning gasp in her lungs. His hands found her breasts once more and he
teased her nipples with his thumbs. After a time moans of pleasure
replaced those of pain. She quickly approached zenith and John slowed
his movements to keep her on the pleasurable edge. Then he rolled them
over in one movement, never leaving her. He lifted himself onto his
elbows and gazed into her eyes as he began to move once more, her legs
drawn up to give him better access.

He controlled his movements carefully to intensify her pleasure,
changing the angle of his stroke to brush over her clitoris. Moving her
to the edge again and holding her there for a long time. When her cries
became pleading gasps he backed off one last time and then moved
furiously, slamming into her cervix. Her hips lifting up with each
stroke to match his downwards movement. They crossed the edge together
and both screamed simultaneously as John's inert seed entered her like
liquid fire. Her hips lifting them both high off the bed. Falling back
she screamed once more and lifted them off the bed again. She repeated
this three times before she fell back motionless beneath him, passed
out.

John rested atop her, supporting his weight on his elbows as he
caressed her face and waited for her return. To counteract the
direction his manhood was taking, he probed at the spot the triplets
had shown him. This reversed the trend and he stayed fully erect within
her. Her body quivering involuntarily. After a time her eyelids
fluttered open. She gazed into his eyes and was suddenly hugging him
with all her strength. She threw her legs around him and held him
inside her.

"Welcome back. How does it feel to be a woman?" John asked, gently.

"I never knew!" she gasped, hugging him still. John rolled them over
again so she was atop him. This freed his hands to caress her body
tenderly. She wept atop him as she hugged him. "Thank you," she said,
tears dripping down her face.

"You are very welcome," he said, kissing at her tears. She turned her
head to kiss him passionately. She suddenly seemed to become aware that
he was still inside her. She smiled and slowly began to move her hips,
testing each direction of movement. After a time she selected a
combination of movements that mixed full strokes with angle and
rotation which felt the best to her.

Judy winced a little now and then, but mainly her face reflected a
vision of growing pleasure. Her eyes were locked to his as she moved
them both towards the edge once more. This time she was in full
control. She slowed her movements to a crawl as they approached the
vertex once more. Rather than rapid and slow movements, she instead
chose to savor long slow strokes, testing her internal muscles as she
moved. Developing her control as she moved them slowly but inexorably
to the edge again.

John caressed her whole body with his finger tips as they slowly moved
at a virtual crawl. They passed the edge together with their eyes
locked. Their orgasm gentle but deeply felt by both of them. Again John
erupted inside her and she moaned again in orgasm before she lay still
atop him. Their perspiration mingling as John softly caressed her. They
shared a tender kiss before they slipped into unconsciousness. Sometime
later, John slipped out of her. They kind of rolled to the side and
snuggled together as they slept.

Judy awakened snuggled to his side, thinking how different she felt.
She realized with a start that she was snuggled to a man.... and she
*liked* it. She kissed him on the cheek and he stirred, pulling her
into an embrace as their lips found each other's. Later she lay with
her head on his shoulder as he caressed her back and side softly. Her
fingernails playing softly in his soft chest hair.

"Sorry you changed your mind?" he asked.

"Mmm... nope!" she said, kissing his chest.

"Sorry you waited?" he asked.

"No, not that either. As I'm quite certain I wouldn't have enjoyed it
as much with another man. Then I wouldn't have wanted to do it again...
if you're interested?" she asked, tentatively.

"In a bit," he said, hugging her gently before continuing his caresses.
She rubbed her cheek softly on his chest and then kissed it again.

"I never thought I could enjoy this," she said, settling back on his
shoulder.

"Just out of curiosity, was there a particular reason why you waited?"
he asked. She took a deep breath and sighed against him. Quiet for a
time, tears forming in her eyes. John gave her time.

"Yes... when I was a little girl..... I watched my father rape my
mother," she said, tears dripping from her eyes onto his chest.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up a painful subject," John said,
hugging her.

"No, it's alright. You didn't know... Nobody did. I never *could* tell
anybody before," she said, weeping softly. John held her tenderly as
she wept against him. Her crying became wracking sobs as she released
her years of anguished emotional pain. Finally she cried herself out
and was calmer against him. John softly caressing her the whole time.

"Want to talk about it?" John asked.

"Yes... I'm kind of thirsty though," she said. John turned to the
headboard. Someone had thoughtfully placed several glasses and a
thermal carafe full of water on it. He poured two glasses and handed
one to her, sitting up against the padded headboard. She sat up and
took the glass, drinking most of it.

"More?" he asked, offering the carafe.

"No, that's fine," she said, placing the glass on the headboard. She
moved up between his legs and lay back against him. John's arms
encircled her and she hugged them to her. "I guess I was about eight or
nine... " she began. John held her tenderly as she told her story.
"....... When I got older, in Junior High School, I began to find
myself looking at the other girls after we showered after gym class.
Every time I tried going out with boys, all I could think about was how
they were like my father," she concluded. She was calm and her eyes
were now dry again. She snuggled to his chest and he caressed her
softly.

"So you never let a boy get close to you?" John asked.

"No, I never wanted one to.... before you," she said.

"What changed your mind?" he asked.

"You did," she said, kissing his cheek.

"How? I never made any advances towards you. Even when Sheila tried to
get us together," he said.

"I think maybe that was part of it. Before, men were always trying to
convince me to change my mind. That would only remind me of my father
trying to convince my mother before he raped her when she said no. You
knew of my choice of life style, and you accepted and *honored* it. I
guess at first it was that I saw how much you changed Sheila, beginning
when you first met her in San Francisco. She wasn't the same from your
first night together. You affected her even more than Mae had, and
*that* was a profound change.

"So when we joined you on the road, I was more tempted than I let on
when I watched you making love with Sheila. You even helped when I did,
but made no move that you thought would offend me. You were very
careful and thoughtful about it. It scared the hell out of me. That's
why I wanted to leave," she said.

"I thought you just didn't like me, or even men in general," John said.

"Men in general, I didn't. You.... I did. It shook me up pretty badly.
I had just gone along with Sheila's suggestion to please her. I wasn't
prepared for the emotions it stirred up," she said.

"So what finally changed your mind?" John asked.

"Oh, lots of little things. For a long time I tried to push the
feelings away. But each time I would come here, the women would always
be talking about how much they cared for you and loved making love with
you. They'd talk about how soft and gentle you were, or how you had
kissed them in a certain tender manner that made them quiver inside....
Now I understand why..... But I guess it was when you came back with
Sheila and Catarina. Sheila told me all about what happened. You put
your body between them and the danger. You showed your love for them in
the most unselfish manner, by putting your own safety aside. You risked
your life to defend theirs.

"While she was talking I suddenly found myself desiring you. It was the
strongest feeling of desire I ever felt. I told the others then that I
was thinking about changing my decision about men. Both Mae and Sheila
said I should take the time to be certain for myself. So I did. It was
the first time I ever let myself question my feelings about it. Every
time I would get close to you, I would find myself desiring you again.
Every time you kissed one of them, I would find myself getting excited.
I would find myself desiring to be the one in your arms. After a time I
accepted my feelings. I tested them real hard. But they didn't go away.
I even tried imagining you in my father's position. But you didn't rape
her. You either softly caressed and convinced her, then made gentle
sweet love with her, or you accepted her no and honored her decision. I
couldn't picture you doing what he did, no matter how hard I tried.

"So.... last week I talked to Sheila and Cindy. The outfit was their
idea. Cindy talked to all the women and got their okay. They've all
been wonderful..... so have you," she said. She lifted her head and
kissed him tenderly. After a time the kiss grew in intensity and she
twisted around on top of him. Then she began to kiss down his neck and
chest. When she reached his manhood, she considered it fondly before
lowering her lips to it. Later when they were both spent again, they
slept snuggled nude against each other.

"Another one bites the dust!" Sheila's voice chuckled.

"I don't think any woman's safe anymore," Cindy giggled. Judy stirred
and smiled up at them. Snuggling against John.

"Oh my, another happily contented customer. I recognize that look,"
Sheila said, setting a tray down.

"Yeah, we all had it after our first night with him," Cindy giggled.
John lifted his head.

"Good morning, sweethearts," he said.

"And good morning to you, Sir. We don't mean to intrude. We just
brought you some nourishment between rounds," Sheila said.

"I wonder which round is coming up?" Cindy queried, pouring coffee into
two mugs. Judy smiled, sitting up.

"Six or seven, I think," she said.

"Is that all? He promised he wouldn't disappoint you," Cindy giggled.

"That, he *didn't* do," Judy said, kissing him on the cheek and hugging
him before letting *him* slip out to the bathroom.

"No, I can see that," Cindy said, thoughtfully.

"So, change your mind about women too?" Sheila asked.

"Nope. Just let me brush my teeth and I'll be happy to prove it to both
of you," Judy said, taking Sheila's hand and drawing her to the bed.
Sheila hugged her and kissed her on the cheek.

"Congratulations on your graduation," Sheila said.

"Yes, welcome to womanhood," Cindy said, handing her a cup of coffee.

"Thank you. Both of you. And thank you for sharing him with me," Judy
said, tears forming.

"You are quite welcome.... hey, none of that. This is a happy time. We
just figured John needed one more to complete the set," Sheila
chuckled.

"Actually... there's one more I'd like to bring into the fold, before
we slam the door shut," Cindy mused. Sheila turned to her to see if she
was serious... she was.

"Let me guess.... A certain actress in Minnesota," Sheila asked. Cindy
giggled and nodded. John returned and Judy slipped out, collecting a
hug from him as he passed. Cindy caught his hand and pulled him to her.

"Hey you, I love you," she said, pulling him into a kiss that proved
it. Sheila was next in line. By the time she let up on him, Judy was
back. Both women collected their proof from Judy that she still wanted
them. Then they guided the couple back into bed to serve them.

"Monte Cristo's, Champagne orange juice and French roasted coffee,"
Cindy said, serving them.

"Call us when you're ready for lunch. Just moan into the intercom if
you can't talk," Sheila said, chuckling.

"Thank you, both of you. We might just come out for lunch," John said.

"Oh no! You're restricted to this floor for three days. We'll bring you
food when you're hungry. But you're not about to disappoint this woman.
You promised," Cindy said.

"I'll do my best," John said.

"I expect nothing more. And your best is what this woman deserves,"
Cindy chuckled, collecting a kiss from John.

"I certainly won't argue with that," John said, kissing Judy on the
cheek, as Sheila occupied her lips. The two women switched sides and
each collected a last kiss before they slipped out.

"As much as I love them, I thought they'd never leave," Judy said,
turning to John.

"Yes, good morning. How do you feel?" John asked.

"Why don't you tell me?" Judy said, moving to kiss him. The kiss lasted
a *long* time, she felt great.

"Want to make love first, or eat?" John asked.

"Be a shame to let this get cold. I'm content to wait," Judy said, but
collected another kiss before she turned to her breakfast. They ate in
a comfortable silence for a time, just enjoying each others presence.
Their legs touching under the covers. Judy's breasts hung teasingly
before her, distracting John from time to time.

"You know, with as many scantily clad women I have running around,
you'd think that I would tire of observing the female form, but I never
have. Like now when I'm distracted by your lovely breasts," he said.

"You are very welcome to observe them any time you wish to," she said,
kissing his cheek. She giggled and kissed it once more, then pursed her
lips, still giggling.

"What?" John asked.

"Feels prickly," she giggled.

"Yeah, I need a shave. I'll go take care of it before round seven," he
said, rubbing his stubble.

"No, please. I want to know *all* of what it's like to love a man. I
was just thinking how good they might feel scratching my back," Judy
said.

"Might take skin off. I have a fairly coarse beard," John said.

"Couldn't possibly do more damage to my back than I did to yours last
night with my fingernails," Judy chuckled.

"You did relatively little damage, considering how passionate you were
at the time," John said.

"I want to thank you for last night.... for everything," Judy said,
softly.

"You are quite welcome. You may have noticed that I* did* enjoy
myself," John chuckled.

"You probably weren't expecting -nor enjoyed- having a woman sobbing
her eyes out against you," Judy said.

"Not true on either count... I did expect that your first time would be
a very emotional experience for you, and I suspected that you had some
deep rooted reason for your previous aversion to men. A reason that may
very well surface in conjunction with what we were doing. As far as
enjoying it.... I was glad I was able to help you release the pain that
you did. It was obvious that you needed to. I think that you had been
carrying it with you for a long time. You really needed that release,"
John said.

"Yes, I do feel much better. Emotionally, a thousand percent better,"
Judy said.

"I'm glad. And physically?" he asked.

"Happily sore," she giggled.

"Want to forgo round seven? We don't need to, you know," John said.

"Nope. I said *happily* sore. I've got you for three days according to
Cindy," Judy said, swinging her tray aside. She retained her coffee
cup. John did the same. She leaned back against the headboard and
snuggled to his side, enjoying the feel of him against her. She sipped
meditatively at her coffee.

"You know, you really are a wonderful man," she said softly.

"Thank you, you want to shower first, or make love?" he asked.

She pulled his head to face her and said, "I'm trying to tell you I
love you."

"I think you just did. I love you too. Now do you want to shower or
make love first?" he repeated. She answered by taking the last swig of
her coffee and then licking behind his ear with a hot tongue. He
responded by taking his last swig and meeting her mouth with his hot
lips.

They didn't call for lunch until almost three. Catarina and Bianca
served them, each retrieving a kiss for their efforts. Several more
meals passed, served by various residents. Each time John and Judy
looked more dazed. Late afternoon on the second day, Bill knocked on
the door. More to deal with a chill than modesty, John found them two
robes and then called him in.

"I'm sorry to interrupt.... but the President would like to see you,"
he said. A very happy and similarly dazed Judy snuggled to John's side.

"He'll just have to wait. I'm booked for another day here," John said,
simply. Howdy looked at him a moment.

"I'm sorry, maybe I didn't make myself clear; *The President of the
United States of America* would like to see *you*," he said. John
sighed.

"Yes, I understood you the first time. I'm right in the middle of
deflowering a lovely virgin. She was promised three days. She's going
to get them," he said. Judy seemed to come to her senses.

"The President?..... Look.... John,... I'm est... ecstatically ...
happy already... God,... I... can.. hardly... talk.... it's ... okay,"
she managed. John shook his head. Howdy looked at him a moment longer.

"You're serious about this?" he asked. John nodded.

"I promised Judy that she'd have three days. It's her first time. She
won't ever have another one. She deserves it. She's going to get it,"
John said.

"Act... actually, it was Cin.. Cindy you promised," Judy said.

"Doesn't matter who I promised. A promise is a promise and I mean to
keep it," John said.

Howdy looked at him a moment more and then said, "O-kay. I'll pass on
the message."

"Better tack on another day as well, if he expects legible conversation
from me," John said. Howdy nodded and then left, shaking his head
slowly, chuckling to himself. "Now, where were we?" John asked, turning
to Judy.

"Round twenty.... God... you sure... make a girl feel.... *wanted!....*
Making the *Pres...... President* wait while you make love to her!..."
Judy said, pulling John roughly to her.

"He said *no?*" Cindy asked incredulously. Bill nodded.

"Something about a promise he made to you to give her three days," he
chuckled. Cindy sat back in her chair, aghast. She was actually
brimming with pride over John, but concerned over the situation.

"Maybe I'd better go talk to him," she said.

"I don't think it would do much good. He was adamant. I've seen that
look before," Bill said.

"How *did* they look?" Theresa asked, curiously.

"About like I did after my first day and a half with the triplets,"
Bill chuckled.

"Then it wouldn't do any good anyway. Better give him the time he asked
for," Sheila chuckled.

"Yeah, you have a point. I'll pass on the message..... I have no idea
how well it will be received," Bill said, turning and heading for the
Com room.

"He would really make your President wait?" Catarina asked.

"Believe it, honey. You know very well how serious John takes his
lovemaking," Sally chuckled. They all nodded.

"The *President* wants to see John? How often does this happen? Do you
folks know him?" Shannon Lucy asked.

"We've met him," Alice beamed.

"Who?" Shannon asked.

"Amy and Andrea and I... with Bill," Alice replied.

"I don't understand. What would you folks have to do with the
President?" Shannon asked. All the silo residents looked uncomfortable
for a moment.

"We can't tell you yet. We're sworn to secrecy. I wish the hell Bill
would let us, because I know Catarina and Bianca don't know what this
is all about either," Sheila said. Shannon looked even more confused.

"Look, all we can tell you... is that it's not bad. We aren't involved
in *anything* bad. You all know John's ethics would never allow it,"
Cindy said.

Catarina spoke up, "*I* am not sworn to secrecy. I think this is all
very silly. Shannon, I was coerced by a Russian KGB agent to try to
steal secrets from John while he was traveling on the road. It was
thought by the Russians that this silo was an underground biological
weapons laboratory. They never stopped watching it from the time it was
a real missile silo. When John started working on it, his welding set
off a launch warning. This scared them very badly at the time. But it
focused their attention on the silo and they got the idea that the
government was building an underground laboratory here.

"They watch the silo by spy satellite and have tailed all silo
residents wherever they go. I think that perhaps I have now *guessed*
the rest. I think that John figured out that the silo and residents
were being watched. I think he approached your government about this
and they set up a deception that convinced the Russians that they were
right. I was to steal files about Biological research when I met John
and Sheila in Montana.

"John caught me. He did not treat me as a spy. He was compassionate and
understanding. He did not *act* like the secrets I was to steal had
been *actual* secrets. Knowing John he would take real secrets *very*
seriously. He was also very aware of the fact that he was being
watched. One of his first questions to me, was whether I had bugged the
motor home. The other was *why* I had attempted to steal the secrets.
He was genuinely concerned.

"I think the deception was a trap. I have heard Bill say that they
arrested many agents all over the country as a result of it. We sort of
got in the middle of it all. If it were not for John, I have no doubt
that Sheila, Bianca and I would now be dead. Even beyond that... I
tried to *steal* from John *after* he and Sheila had made love with me,
but he accepted me and Bianca into his home here. And all these people
have opened their hearts to us. I was given full access to the silo the
first day I arrived. I can tell you that no such research was ever
performed here by these people.

"I know some arrests were made on your very estate in New York. Surely
you must have wondered who they were?" Catarina asked Shannon. Shannon
shook her head.

"I had thought they were terrorists, trying for Sally and Jean because
of their connection to Second Skin. Like it said on the TV... I had no
idea about the rest of this," she said.

"I couldn't tell you. I'm really sorry we endangered you, we didn't
expect that at all," Sally said, tears dripping from her eyes.

Sheila jumped in, "Of course, we can neither confirm nor deny this,
because of our sworn oaths. But I will admit that it is a *very*
interesting story. No?" she asked, looking around the table. Everybody
nodded yes.

"You say that you *know* the Russians were watching the silo by
Satellite, how did you know this?" Cindy asked Catarina. Catarina
dropped her eyes and blushed.

"I have seen the tapes. Both Bianca and I have watched almost every one
of you making love in the solarium. I think I was falling in love with
you all long before I ever met you," she said, hanging her eyes.

"Was this something you did by choice?" Cindy asked. Catarina looked up
at her sharply.

"No, of course not," she said, tears forming in her eyes.

"You were coerced?" Cindy asked, gently.

"Yes, I was trying to free Bianca," Catarina replied, tears dripping
down her cheeks. Cindy moved to her and stooped beside her chair,
kissing her tears.

"None of us hold this against you. Either of you. I just wanted to know
if they had actually taped us," Cindy said softly, wrapping her arms
around Catarina.

"Yes, everyone they could. They only had tapes of Sally, Jean, Mae and
Judy on the streets. None at all of Shannon. Only those who made love
in the solarium. And you and Theresa working outside in the garden,"
Catarina said, weeping softly against Cindy.

"Did John tell you that he taped almost everything here in the silo?"
Cindy asked suddenly.

"Why, yes," Catarina replied.

"Did you know this, Shannon?" Cindy asked.

"Yes, I did. John told me the first night we made love... at my place,"
Shannon replied.

"Is there anybody here who did not know this?" Cindy asked. Everybody
shook their heads.

"We all know it. John's not trying to hide anything from any of us. We
*all* changed the tapes while he was away. What are you getting at?"
Sheila asked.

"Well, he's been taping all of us. The Russians have been taping us. I
was thinking that it was only fair that we got to see some of the tape.
Like one in particular before we signed any agreements. I never agreed
to keep my past history secret. Did any of you?" Cindy asked. They all
shook their heads.

"Then I think Catarina, Bianca and Shannon would be very entertained by
this particular tape," Cindy said, mysteriously. Sheila giggled and
nodded. Cindy led the way down to the tunnel off of level Six. She
found the hatches locked, but knew where the key was. She left for a
few minutes and returned with it. Unlocking the hatch, she found the
lights and led them into the tunnel. It was chilly compared to the rest
of the silo, running along on the outside of the silo, it got very
little heat from the solar system. Around the back side of the winding
tunnel they found a long row of video tapes. Stacked and labeled by
date.

"Let's see... it was about a week before Theresa's birthday... Sheila
was in San Francisco with Candice and Alice. So.... about here. Let's
see... evening, just after dark. One of these two," Cindy said,
grabbing them. They left the tunnel and adjourned to the new Family
room. Cindy seated Catarina, Bianca and Shannon front row center.
Everybody else found comfortable seats. Cindy turned to them.

"Okay, anybody who was here then object to being viewed? It's liable to
include some very personal things, like all of us in the bathrooms and
such. That would be... Amy and Andrea, Theresa, Me and John? So, any
objections?" Cindy asked.

"John's not here. But I doubt he'd object. He's the one who did all the
recording. He specifically told me that he intended for you girls to
watch them," Sheila said.

"I think that would cover even his ethics. Anybody else?" Cindy asked,
looking to those named. They all shook their heads. Cindy plugged in
the first tape and started it. It actually was very entertaining. It
started off with Cindy making lunch in the kitchen and Theresa, Amy and
Alice listening to John's pirate story. Catarina and Bianca sat
entranced listening to the story. Shannon remarked that he should be a
screen writer about the same time that Theresa made a similar assertion
on the tape.

They all liked the conversation and language lessons with the triplets.
They were fascinated by the idea of clairvoyance between the identical
triplets. When the kissing lessons started, Cindy let it run a bit
before she stopped the tape. Amy and Andrea were blushing crimson.

"I think that's a bit early. This next tape should start just about the
right time," Cindy said, pushing it in. The two triplets looked at her
thankfully. The tape started almost the right instant. With John asking
the two triplets why they were nervous.

"Perfect," said Cindy sitting down. Bill walked in.

"I wondered where you all got off to. What's going on?" he asked.
Sheila snagged his arm and pulled him down next to her and explained
that Cindy was just playing a bit of silo history... from before they
had signed any agreements and not covered. Bill got it. He frowned real
hard, but didn't say anything. Sheila kissed his cheek. The three women
in front sat in rapt fascination, listening to the dialog between the
silo residents. The whole story of the girls discovering their tails.
John's phone calls to Sally and Sheila.

"I remember that. That was the first night Jean and I made love," Sally
mused. As on cue John's viewing of the E-mail showed up and his
subsequent conversation with Cindy. Sally beamed at Cindy. The plot
developed and then the tape got harder to watch, with Theresa and the
two triplets involved in some very advanced lovemaking and John and
Cindy talking in the solarium. Theresa and the two girls would almost
have glowed in the dark, but they didn't object.

Luckily, the audio channels were split with the two scenes, Cindy
solved part of the problem, moving the balance over to the solarium
side. Cindy let it run, even through the private parts of the
conversation.

"I like the stars!" Theresa moped. Cindy moved and hugged her
reassuringly. Sally nodded over the conversation about her; it was
true, at the time. Then John and Cindy began their speculation about
the satellites and the girls' tails. Everybody sat in rapt fascination
as John and Cindy talked themselves through the whole thing. Their
conclusions readily apparent. And John's plan presented in unedited and
incomplete form. Despite his reservations, Howdy was fascinated.

"I wish the hell I'd had you two on my intelligence team in Europe," he
mused. John moved to the Com room and sent his message to Sally, then
he and Cindy retired for the evening. Now there was two images of
graphic lovemaking on the screen, the sound on John and Cindy. Cindy
let it run out of fairness. She had nothing to hide from anybody and
felt no shame over her actions with John. When the system faithfully
tracked Cindy into the bathroom, Sheila stood and stopped the tape.

"I think we all get the idea," she said, "I take it that was the end of
the fascinating part? Not that the advanced lovemaking we witnessed
wasn't fascinating," she chuckled. Cindy nodded.

"Any questions?" Sheila asked the women in the front row.

"No, I think it was quite clear. I had no idea," Shannon said.

"I even saw a clip of that conversation, but without sound. Sergei had
not been able to get a good lip read from the infrared images,"
Catarina said. Bianca just nodded. She seemed a bit fidgety. Candice
noticed first and motioned to Mae. She looked and nodded back at
Candice. Mae came by and offered her hand to Bianca, who smiled and
took it. Mae helped her to her feet and the three of them moved off to
deal with Bianca's addiction.

"I really should impound that tape," Bill said.

"What difference would it make now?" Sheila asked him. He nodded, but
moped a bit. Kevin and Theresa headed off for a little privacy. The
tape had had a profound effect upon her.

"So what did the President say?" Alice asked.

"He wants to see you all first thing on Monday morning," Bill said.

"*All*?" Sheila asked.

"Yes, everybody here, is what he said," Bill replied.

"Why does he want to see me?" Shannon asked.

"I don't know if I mentioned to him that you were here. But you may as
well tag along and meet him. The silo will be empty," Bill said.

"He wishes to see us as well? My sister and I?" Catarina inquired.

"Yes, he specifically mentioned you two by name," Howdy said.

"I guess we'd better make travel plans then," Sheila said.

"All been taken care of. We'll fly you from here to Hill Air Force base
and then by executive Jet to Andrews and from there to the White house.
We'll insure that you all have suitable accommodations while you're
there," Bill said.

"Oh, *that* should prove interesting with this crowd," Cindy chuckled.

"Exceptionally so, as the press is likely to go hog wild the second you
step out of the helicopter at the White House. Likely they'll hit every
hotel in the area in search of you. You may all end up staying at the
White House itself. More than likely a few safe houses we have around
the area. The president did mention he wanted John and Cindy to stay at
the White house. Probably in the Lincoln bedroom," Bill said.

"That has a certain appeal to it. I recall from pictures that it has a
nice large four poster bed in it," Cindy demurred.

"Oh, I'm jealous!" Sally giggled.

"I don't think the White House is up to you and John in a four poster
bed," Sheila smirked.

"It may not be up to *any* of you," Bill mused, "It should be an
interesting time."

"Speaking of up... I wonder how our intrepid lovers are doing?" Sheila
mused.

"Yeah, that gives John two whole days to recover.... if we let him,"
Cindy giggled.

"You wouldn't!" Bill moaned.

"No, not and spoil my chance to get laid in the White House," Cindy
said.

"I'm still jealous!" Sally said.

"Well, seeing as how John's booked for another day at least, and means
to play macho stud until then, then you're welcome to my company for
the night," Cindy told her.

"Okay... I'm not quite so jealous," Sally said, pulling Cindy to her.

"If Catarina is interested, she's welcome to join us," Amy offered.
Catarina smiled and nodded.

"Well, that leaves Shannon and Bill and I. Care to live dangerously,
Shannon?" Sheila asked.

"Dangerously?" she asked.

"Yes, he's fully loaded. No vasectomy. Prophylactics and gooey
ointments and such," Sheila said.

"I'll take my chances with that. Actually, I had my tubes tied several
years ago," Shannon said.

"Not a bad plan," Sheila mused.

"Hey, don't I get a choice?" Bill said.

"Sure. Any number of empty beds around. You're welcome to use one of
them, or join us," Sheila smirked.

"Well, since I have a choice... I'd be delighted to join you," he said.

"That settled. Who's doing dinner?" Sheila asked.

"Jean and I are," Sally said, finally releasing a wobbly Cindy.

About then the intercom announced a single, "Uh..." Everybody laughed.

"That's our cue. Come on, Jean," Sally said.

"Better cut their meat for them," Cindy called after them.

"So what's the big deal with the secrecy?" Shannon asked Bill.

"Just rules. Officially you have no clearance. That's not the same as
saying we don't trust you. It just means we've never checked to see if
you had any suspicious foreign connections. Catarina and Bianca are a
problem because they were actually involved with a high ranking KGB
agent, voluntarily or not. I accept the latter, but it doesn't matter.
They'd never be granted clearances by those who control them. The silo
was a problem, because of the existence of the side wing. In other
silo's it's a personal wing with a second launch control facility. We
still have active silos that use the same architecture. So the
existence of that wing was classified.

"I argued successfully against that, largely because we now have on
site Russian inspectors, so we were protecting information that they
already had. The information you were just exposed to -much to my
displeasure- is still considered Top Secret, as of this moment. That's
likely to change in the next month or so. Perhaps on Monday if my
suspicions are correct. John has argued that we take the drastic action
of *telling the truth*. Not an easy pill for the government to swallow.
The rest is wrapped up in politics from eighteen different directions.
Involving money trails and intentions. That's all I can tell you for
now," Bill concluded.

"If my suspicions are true, which this tape seems to have partially
verified, then you perpetrated a ruse upon the Russians. A very
effective one that netted you over two dozen Russian agents. I would
expect that this sort of successful campaign would go well rewarded,"
Catarina said.

"I'm not at liberty to verify or deny that information at the present
time," Bill said simply.

"Well I for one think it should be very well rewarded, as in the
process it obtained my sister's freedom and put a very nasty man in
jail," Catarina said. She stepped up to Bill and pulled him into a deep
kiss. He was more than a little wobbly when she released him.

"I think so too," Shannon said, giving him the same treatment.

"My, this assignment has proved very interesting. Being seriously
kissed by a foreign agent and an academy award winning actress right in
a row," Bill mused.

"Let me add a CEO to that list" Sheila giggled, snagging him.

"Speaking of which... What's the latest word from our salons?" Cindy
asked when Sheila released a very shaky Bill.

"Booked solid for the next six months. We desperately need more salons
and more machines in the ones we've got. We're also having to rent
storage units to store the mannequins in. Luckily, at John's suggestion
we don't have to worry about them being identified. No heads and almost
painful to look at," Sheila said.

"I hadn't thought of that, when I got scanned. God, if the tabloids got
a hold of my mannequin!" Shannon said.

"That's one of the things we worried about from the start. We really
needed the celebrity business, but the mannequins were so real they
could have been posed for compromising photographs. We solved that by
using a thing called Dazzle Camouflage and not casting the heads. The
only place all the actual information about your lovely body exists is
on computer disk. And that's coded under a secret number. All current
disks are kept in safes. Our archives are kept in secure data vaults.
The identifying codes are kept separately," Sheila explained.

"That makes me feel better. I'll pass that on to my friends in the
business, that you protect your clients' privacy, not the specifics,"
Shannon said.

"Thank you. But right now we've got all the business we can handle. I'd
like to set up special locations for the celebrity crowd, but until
this business is over I can't even begin to look for satisfactory
locations," Sheila said.

"Tell you what. You're welcome to set up a small salon on my estate. I
have a very roomy guest house that never gets used. You can charge
triple for your outfits to make up for not having to wait. They're
worth it. I can guarantee that I'll keep it busy for you," Shannon
offered.

"That's very nice of you. What about setting up a business in your
area? Won't that cause problems?" Sheila asked.

"Not that I can't handle. I know just who's wives to call and put on
the client list," Shannon giggled.

"That would be great. How much do you want? Split fifty-fifty?" Sheila
asked.

"That's too much. I'll take a third of profits, not gross. Mainly I
just want to have access to it myself. A custom clothier right on my
estate. That's luxury," Shannon said.

"Tell you what. If you'll accept your outfits for free, you've got a
deal," Sheila said.

"I think I just witnessed a multi-million dollar deal," Bill mused.

"That's why we hired her," Cindy said, hugging Sheila from behind and
kissing her neck.

"Think you could find a cot for Catarina and Bianca when she's
sufficiently recovered? I'd like to get them operating a salon as soon
as possible so that they can get enough experience to get started on
our European salons," Sheila asked.

"That sounds absolutely delightful. I think I could even provide for
Bianca's continued treatment. I know... quite a substantial number of
stunning women who I'm sure would be willing to contribute to a worthy
cause," Shannon offered.

"I'll bet you do. I'd love to visit myself. How would you feel about
that, Catarina?" Sheila asked.

"It sounds delightful. If I understand correctly, I would be scanning
stunning nude actresses and making glamorous outfits for them?"
Catarina asked.

"She catches on quick," Sheila giggled, nodding.

"Yes. I think I would enjoy that very much. I am sure Bianca would be
interested as well. I will ask her tomorrow," Catarina said.

"Unfortunately, I think that both of you will be tied up for some time
testifying against Sergei," Bill said, throwing a damper on things.

"This being the days of regularly scheduled jet aircraft, I don't see a
problem with that. Add to that the way the government does things and
you won't even get to trial for six months. They can fly in when
they're needed," Sheila said. Bill nodded.

"I'll get their paperwork in gear for you," he said.

"Thanks, they've had enough shit in their lives," Sheila said.

"Yes, I quite agree," Bill said.

"So... a dip before dinner?" Sheila asked, taking both Shannon's and
Bill's hands.

"Sounds nice," Shannon said. Bill just nodded.

Judy lay looking at John's face as he gazed at the ceiling. They were
well beyond the ability to converse, or the need to. He drew his
fingers over her shoulder and she shivered a bit. Amazed at her
response to his gentle touch. She was thinking about how much her life
had changed in the past two days. John had touched a part of her she
didn't even know existed. He released a degree of unbridled passion she
couldn't have even guessed existed in her. She wanted more, even now
with parts of her body literally raw from all the stimulation they had
received.

She didn't have a thought for her internal soreness from losing her
hymen. She was well beyond caring about that. The fact of it even
excited her when she felt the mild discomfort it provided when he
entered her. What it did mostly was to remind her that this man was her
first, and that she loved him beyond measure.

She snuggled up beside him and rubbed her cheek against the roughness
of his two day beard. Wondering how it would feel when it was longer
and softer. He turned his head to her and they shared a gentle kiss,
their lips just barely touching. Her fingertips felt the strength of
his shoulders and chest, while his traced the soft firmness of her
back, reaching down to cup a bun. She pulled back from the soft kiss
and their eyes met once more.

How could she begin to tell him what she felt at that moment? She had
no gauge to measure or express it. He sort of nodded to her and they
melted into another soft kiss. Afterwards they went back to looking
into each other's eyes. Sally and Jean entered, carrying two trays.
They barely noticed them.

"We brought you some nourishment so you can continue your debauch,"
Sally chuckled. John kind of looked at her and smiled and nodded. Jean
looked worried. She poured them each a mug of coffee and folded the
trays up for them. Sally placed trays of food on each. Good wholesome
food, Broiled steaks, medium rare and cut into bite sized pieces, green
salad, baby carrots and rice pilaf.


"You'll have to sit up to eat," Sally notified the zombied pair. They
both kind of nodded without looking. Sally bent and kissed them each on
the cheek and her and Jean left. Sally was thoughtful when they
returned to the kitchen.

"I think we've created a monster... or 'awakened a sleeping giant', as
the Japanese said after Pearl Harbor," she said, to no-one in
particular.

"Are they *still* at it?" Cindy chuckled, turning from her steak.

"Worse," Sally replied.

"*Worse?*" Cindy asked, puzzled. Sally nodded, Jean too.

"They're just laying there, *looking* at each other," Sally said.

"*Just* looking at each other, not doing anything else?" Sheila asked.
Sally nodded.

"They hardly noticed even that we were there!" Jean added. Cindy and
Sheila looked at each other and shared a concerned look.

"Excuse me," Bill said, "but is that significant?" he asked.

Sheila looked at him, "And here I was beginning to think you understood
women. Yes, it's *very* significant," she said.

"How so?" he asked.

"Have you ever had a woman in love with you? I mean *worship your ass*
in love with you?" Cindy asked him. Bill thought about it.

"Once, a *long* time ago," he mused, looking distant.

"Hey, I think his ass is cute!" Andrea commented.

"Yes dear, we all do. This is different," Sheila said softly.

"Maybe not for them... This is all new to the triplets... come to think
of it, it's all new to all of us," Cindy said, thoughtfully. Most the
older women nodded.

"So what *does* it mean?" Alice asked.

"It means, that the roster for John's affections just got one name
longer," Cindy said.

"But did you not *expect* that to happen?" Catarina asked softly.

"I guess I should have," Cindy said.

"I'm still a little confused. I understand the depth of feeling that
you're talking about. Most people never get to know it in their lives.
It doesn't surprise me that Judy is developing that feeling for John.
The part that confuses me; Well, all you women were all excited that
Judy decided to change her mind about men. You were downright thrilled
about it. So why are you concerned that Judy's developing the same
feeling for John that you all share?" Bill asked.

"Oh, I don't know if concern is the right term. We don't mind that part
at all, in fact we're thrilled that she has John to experience that
with. We all know he will make it special for her. It's really just
getting used to the idea that our man can love another like he does us.
I guess that shouldn't be surprising either; we all love each other.

"I guess if there is any concern, it is because we are all in new
territory as far as relationships are concerned. We're making the rules
up as we go, building love upon love and feeling upon feeling.
Sometimes it all feels a little shaky. Any new factor just makes the
whole thing seem a little shakier. It takes time to incorporate change
into the relationships. We've had little time to digest and incorporate
a whole lot of growth into our *family*.

"It's just shy of two years since the whole thing started with Theresa,
John and then me. Since then it's grown to some...... *sixteen* people
who are sharing various relationships. Despite that fact, we all pretty
much get along. I mean, there is no petty bickering. I can only think
of one minor argument that we've ever had, and that was over growth and
largely a misunderstanding. We had a little roughness in strategic
spots along the way, but that was mainly because we didn't all
understand each others motives as well as we do now.

"I doubt that what we share is totally unknown to the world, or
history. There being now five billion people on the planet and perhaps
a total of some ten or fifteen billion throughout history, I don't see
how it could be so unique. But if it has happened elsewhere -or
elsewhen-, then I am unaware of any instruction manual they wrote to
help others through the changes," Cindy said.

"Gosh, I never thought about all that. I just love making love to you
all," Alice said. Cindy smiled at her.

"As we *all* love making love to you. It's kind of funny you should say
that. I think you three helped a great deal in making this what it is.
When you made us all aware of how each of us actually felt about each
other," Cindy said.

"The Gestalt?" Bill asked. Those involved all nodded.

"I'm sorry I missed out on that. To actually *know* what another is
thinking. It must be very different," Bill said.

"I'll say... perhaps a little too different," Theresa said,
thoughtfully. Catarina, Bianca and Shannon now looked confused. As
nobody else seemed inclined to explain, Bill did his best.

"Do you all know the meaning of the term *Gestalt*?" he asked them.

"A merging of minds, is it not?" Bianca asked.

"Yes, A group consciousness... or it's supposed to be. I think that
heretofore, it has been a mythical goal that a whole bunch of mystics
*tried* to attain. But, from what I've been told -and I have no reason
to doubt- the triplets here actually experienced one. During an
advanced session in lovemaking their individual consciousness merged.
They were able to partially share this with those involved in the
family at the time. They made each other aware of the feelings that
they all shared for each other. Am I explaining this correctly?" Bill
asked, looking around the table.

"Basically. It's not something that we've ever discussed or tried to
put into words ourselves. Those of us who experienced it, *know* it.
Those who didn't... well, there just isn't any way we could explain it
and have it mean the same thing," Cindy said.

"That explains a lot to me," Kevin said, "I remember quite clearly when
it happened. I suddenly knew how Theresa felt about me, and I knew she
knew how I felt about her. I also knew that we would be together
eventually. It wasn't something that I would even have attempted to
explain to anybody else. They would have thought I was quite crazy."
Catarina, Bianca and Shannon sat back trying to digest the story,
themselves not knowing what to think. It was clear that a good number
of the people present understood exactly, and believed it without the
slightest doubt.

"Is this something you could do again?" Shannon asked the triplets.

"No," they answered in unison.

"*Something*... would stop us. Something *greater* than us. It was a
one time experience that *something* allowed us to share," Andrea went
on to explain.

"*God*?" Catarina asked.

"No," they again answered in unison.

"Something more, something less and something different. It fit all
those definitions. John said he thought that the universe was aware of
itself. That was as close a definition as I've heard anybody make, but
it isn't quite right," Amy said.

"It's kind of uncomfortable for us to talk about it," Alice said.

"Yes, it was all *very* personal," Sally added.

"Part of it being uncomfortable, is that we can't do it again. We'd
like to sometimes... but we're not whole yet... as a family," Andrea
said.

"Will we be?" Theresa asked.

"Yes," the triplets all answered.

"Do you know what we yet need?" Sheila asked.

"Not *really*. We know it involves everybody here now, but what and who
else, we don't really know," Amy said, looking at Cindy, oddly. Cindy
kind of shivered. She could feel part of the answer. She remained
quiet.

"It was thoughtful of them to cut our meat," John observed, halfway
into the meal. Judy seemed to notice for the first time, although she
had consumed a fair amount. She nodded. "Glad we both like a hint of
garlic," he said. Again she nodded. John found himself getting
distracted once again by her breasts hanging before her. On a whim, he
bent to the side and kissed one. She giggled a bit, and continued
chewing her food.

"You sure don't talk much for a recently deflowered virgin," John kind
of chuckled. Judy took a last bite of steak and chewed it. Followed by
her last carrot and a fork full of rice. She then took a long sip on
her coffee and sat back, swinging her tray aside. She looked very
content.

"I will love you until the day I die," she said, after a while. John
looked at her a moment and then nodded.

"But when you say something, it's profound," he said, swinging his own
tray aside. They sort of leaned together as they sipped the last of
their coffee. After a while they set their mugs on the headboard and
Judy climbed over his hips facing him. John gently cupped her breasts
as they kissed tenderly. When she positioned herself, John touched the
spot that had served him well the past two days.

They didn't move quickly. There was no urgency in their lovemaking.
Just a driving will to experience as much of each other as they could
in their allotted time. Once both were spent once more, Judy lay
forward and snuggled to his chest. They slept that way, leaning on the
headboard.

After dinner the triplets volunteered for cleanup duty. Catarina mixed
herself a *Sunrise* and sat back observing them at work. The rest of
the crowd retired to the hot tub. Cindy sat back in a built in seat and
let the water buffet her body. Sally sat nearby, studying her.

"A penny for your thoughts.... Thinking about John?" she asked. Cindy
opened her eyes and half smiled at the stunning redhead.

"No, actually I was thinking of something else.... I'm really quite
thrilled that he's making it such a memorable experience for Judy....
like he did for you," Cindy said, reaching out a hand to caress Sally's
cheek affectionately. Sally took her hand and kissed the palm,
retaining it in her hand.

"As I recall, you weren't quite so thrilled at the time," she said.

"I didn't understand then like I do now," Cindy said, squeezing Sally's
hand softly.

"So what's on your mind, dear heart?" Sally asked.

"Oh... Minnesota," Cindy said, distantly.

"Thinking of taking a trip?" Sally asked, grinning.

"I think I might try to persuade John into a little detour on our way
back from Washington," Cindy said.

"Speaking of which, what's that all about?" Sally asked.

"I haven't got a clue, but I don't think it's bad. I think the
President would try to distance himself from us rather than inviting us
to spend the night if it was," Cindy said.

"I'm still jealous," Sally giggled.

"Of whom?" Cindy asked, sliding her hand from Sally's and up her arm.

"If I knew that, I might be *really* jealous," Sally chuckled, as
Cindy's fingers teased a nipple. They others sat in groups, roughly
divided by their chosen sleeping arrangements. This didn't preclude any
interaction between the groups... it was just a means of getting a
little head start on the evening.

"How's the arm?" Bill asked Kevin.

"Not bad. Still a little sore. Theresa picked my stitches out the other
day," Kevin answered.

"Quite the little Florence Nightingale," Shannon mused, from Bill's
lap.

"The man saves my life, what do you expect?" Theresa asked, snuggled to
Kevin's side.

"I think you had taken quite a shine to him before that," Sheila
chuckled from Bill's side.

"I would hope so, I'd agreed to marry him," Theresa said, kissing
Kevin's cheek.

"I don't know that I saved it. Bill's team certainly did. When I went
down one was swinging his gun towards Theresa. I was trying to twist
around when your men dropped him and the other one. I doubt I could
have made it in time," Kevin said.

"Oh, don't go spoiling it for the girl. I understood Bill to say you
dropped two before you went down," Sheila said.

"Just saving my own skin. I think they were out to snatch Theresa
before I messed it up for them," Kevin said.

"You did very well. I'm quite pleased with your performance," Bill
said.

"Thank you. But I must admit, you weren't on my mind at the time,"
Kevin said.

"Theresa was. Just as she should have been," Bill said.

"Come on, hero. The doctor said you shouldn't soak too long," Theresa
said.

"You just want to get me alone again," Kevin said.

"You're right," Theresa chuckled, leading him away.

"My advice is to keep quiet and let the woman adore you," Sheila called
to Kevin.

"She should. I have no doubt that he saved her life. There were too
many of them for my men to handle by themselves," Bill said, quietly.

"I'm quite proud of your performance as well," Sheila said.

"Huh? What did I do?" Bill asked.

"You coordinated the whole thing. You had extra people on Theresa,
nailed Sergei in Salt Lake while your team in New York was saving this
lovely butt and those two over there," Sheila said, caressing the first
one.

"I sat in a communications van while all this was happening," Bill
objected.

"Notifying us in time to prepare for the attack. If you hadn't done
that, we would have been nailed cold at the airport. As it was, I was
able to get John's gun out for him," Sheila said.

"But.." Bill started.

"My advice to you, is just what Sheila told Kevin. There's two lovely
ladies who desire to bed a hero tonight. Don't go spoiling it for us,"
Shannon chuckled. Bill shut up.

"I wish I could shake this," Bianca said, sort of jittery.

"You're doing just fine. Besides, I've grown quite fond of the effects.
I've seldom encountered such passion in lovemaking... before I came
here," Mae said, caressing Bianca in her lap.

"John said it would take time. In the mean time, I'm quite enjoying it
myself," Candice said, leaning in to kiss Bianca softly.

"I think it's time for another treatment," Mae suggested. Bianca hugged
the two of them and nodded. Candice led the way as they got out and
dried off. The triplets and Catarina came in and stripped off their
clothes. Bill couldn't help but watch one in particular. The effects
not going unnoticed beneath Shannon.

"My, and a frisky hero to boot," Shannon giggled.

"I fear the reaction is to younger flesh than you and I. I swear, Bill.
I don't know how one in particular of them can be so different. I just
think they're all adorable," Sheila said.

"I guess we just sort of..... *click*," Bill said, absently.

"Want to sneak off with her? I'm sure that Shannon and I can keep
ourselves quite well amused," Sheila said, tracing her fingers over
Shannon's breasts.

"No, I'm content knowing we'll be together in the future. I was quite
looking forward to some unprotected frivolity," Bill said, kissing
Shannon softly.

"Well, don't forget to bring some for me. I may have to get my tubes
tied like Shannon. I quite enjoy it unprotected as well," Sheila mused.

"Shall we retire?" Shannon asked, hoarsely. The other two nodded. They
made their way out of the tub. The triplets all collected kisses from
all on their way in. The affect upon Bill was unquestionable.

"We left some club sandwiches in the fridge and a thermos of coffee
next to it. If we don't hear it if and when John calls, would somebody
else take it to them?" Amy asked everybody present. Everybody nodded.

"So, you think I will let you get much sleep?" Catarina chuckled.

"If'n we give you a break and only work in pairs," Andrea giggled.

"Maybe that way you'll come back. We found out that we don't scare
folks so bad when we do that," Alice said.

"I can not imagine you three scaring anybody," Catarina said, admiring
their slender bodies.

"That's because we've taken it easy on you, up till now," Andrea
giggled.

"I think I shall enjoy tonight, if I live," Catarina mused, being led
to a seat by Amy. Jean and Sally were double teaming Cindy. The
distraction of their kisses and caresses were more than sufficient to
pull her mind away from Minnesota... for the time being.

"I think I am quite done. I think a dip in the cool pool and then we
should retire," she said.

"Awe, all this warming up we do and you want to go and chill it," Jean
teased.

"You have no idea how hot cold water makes me," Cindy demurred, leading
them out.

"Going so soon? We just got here," Alice said. Cindy stalled and
collected a hug and kiss from all of them, they all did.

"No, just a cold plunge. But straight to bed to attack these two after
that," Cindy giggled, between kisses. The cold plunge didn't last too
long. Cindy pulled Sally to her and made it clear that she wasn't
kidding about cold water. She led her and Jean out, drying and kissing
as they walked.

"See you in the morning," she called back to the triplets and Catarina.

"Good night," they all replied.

"Good. Now we can get a head start on things," Amy said to Catarina,
pulling her head into a kiss. The other two moved in on either side.
They weren't going to take it easy on her this time.

She was long gone when John's voice sounded, "Uh.." around three a.m.
The triplets were just drifting off.

"I'll go," Alice said. She kissed her sisters softly and drew her hand
over Catarina's shapely backside as she slid out. Sally was just
nodding off from Cindy's third attack. Her and Jean's counter attack
had done both Jean and Cindy in. Sally kissed them softly and slipped
out. She met Alice in the kitchen.

"Oh, you're up. I didn't know if you'd heard," Sally said, pulling
Alice into a hug.

"Yeah, I'm the last though," Alice said, hugging back.

"Same here. I'll help you and then we can snuggle if you want," Sally
said.

"I want," Alice giggled, pulling Sally into a kiss.

"Uh.." John's voice sounded again.

"On our way," Sally said shakily into the intercom, once Alice let her
loose. They found John and Judy snuggled together, relatively coherent
after their nap. John looked up and smiled as the thinly robed pair
entered.

"Thanks, darlings. I would have gone myself, but Cindy forbade me to
leave the floor," John said.

"That's okay. We both love to wait on you whenever we get the chance.
We're the last ones up though," Sally said, pouring coffee into two
mugs. Alice moved the plates from dinner onto a serving tray and then
set two plates of sandwiches and chips onto the folding trays.

"Last ones up? What time is it?" Judy asked.

"About three," Alice said.

"AM or PM?" John asked.

"AM," Sally giggled.

"Gosh, I'm sorry. I guess we could have waited till morning. I hope I
didn't wake everybody," John said.

"I doubt that. They all headed off with intentions of serious
debauchery. ... Speaking of which. How are you two doing?" Sally asked.

"Rapidly closing in on our record," John mused.

"The thirty, or the hundred fifty?" Sally asked, impressed.

"Both.. I think. Thank you," Judy said, shakily accepting a mug of
coffee from Sally.

"You're welcome. Glad to see you're doing better. I don't even think
you noticed me and Jean earlier," Sally said.

"Oh, he noticed. At least he got inspiration from somewhere. I may not
walk for a week," Judy said.

"I know *exactly* how you feel," Sally chuckled. Judy looked at her a
moment.

"Yes. I believe you do," she said softly.

"Thank you for cutting our meat for us. That was nice," John said.

"You're quite welcome. Well, we don't want to overstay our welcome,"
Sally said.

"No, sit down and visit for a while. Is there more coffee for you?"
John asked.

"No, but I don't want any anyway. Tell you what, if you really want us
to visit, then let us take these dishes up to the kitchen. Alice and I
can get a drink and come back and join you for a bit," Sally offered.

"Please. Do that, both of you," Judy said, munching on a sandwich.

"I can take them up by myself. What would you like to drink, Alice?"
Sally asked.

"A wine cooler. Peach if there is any. Any kind otherwise. You sure you
don't want me to help?" Alice asked.

"No, I can stack it all on one tray. It's not heavy," Sally said, doing
it.

"So, Alice, -please, sit on the bed- how was your night?" Judy asked.

"It was fun. My sisters and I kind of ganged up on Catarina. She's
sleeping like a baby," Alice replied, sitting on the bed.

"What was it you girls told *me* about cruelty?" John chuckled.

"Oh, we weren't cruel. We just had fun.... she tastes good," Alice
said, blushing.

"Yes she does," Both John and Judy mused at the same time. They all
laughed. It helped to break the ice a bit. Alice moved and sat cross
legged at the foot of the bed. Her robe slipped open a bit. She was
nude beneath it.

"My, that's a lovely sight. Makes me feel like some desert," Judy
mused, munching her sandwich. Alice blushed and pulled the robe between
her legs.

"Awe... And I was enjoying it too," John teased.

"Really?" Alice asked, shyly.

"Yes," they both answered again. Alice blushed, but pulled the robe
aside again. Then she shrugged and pulled it off her shoulders.

"That's better. Quite a nice dinner show," John said.

"With what Sally said earlier, I kind of thought you two would only
like to see each other," Alice said.

"What did Sally say?" Judy asked.

"She said you two were just looking at each other. Cindy was telling
Bill how that was serious love," Alice said.

"Come here," Judy said to Alice. Alice looked puzzled, but crawled up
between them. Judy pulled her onto her lap.

"It's true. I *am* seriously in love with John. This has been a very
special time for us. Especially for me, but that doesn't mean that I
don't still care for you and everybody else. In fact, that makes what I
feel for all of you stronger. Because now I *understand* how you all
feel about John. We all share that now. Okay?" Judy asked, softly
kissing Alice and hugging her to her breasts.

"Okay. I'm glad, 'cause I sure love you two, too," Alice said, kissing
Judy's cheek. Sally returned with two wine coolers. She was a bit
surprised to see a nude Alice in Judy's lap.

"Come sit on my lap, pumpkin," John offered. Sally passed Alice's
cooler over and set hers on John's table. She dropped her robe and
climbed onto his lap. John nestled her head against his shoulder.

"Alice was saying that our condition earlier led to some speculation
about how Judy and I would feel about the rest of you. I just wanted to
put your mind at ease. I still love you all dearly. Now I just have
Judy too," John said, kissing her softly. Sally quivered a bit in his
arms.

"I wasn't really worried. I guess I was just a little envious that I
didn't understand that depth of feeling on my first night with you,"
Sally said, sighing against him.

"You've learned it since," John said, pulling her head and gazing into
her eyes. Sally quivered even more. She nodded and kissed him softly.
Then tucked her head back against his shoulder, sighing contentedly.

"Tell you what. You two let us finish our snack and then John can let
you know just how much he cares for you while I do the same with this
lovely young woman. I'm in the mood for a little desert," Judy offered.

"You don't need to do that. Actually, Alice and I were going to slip
away for a little snuggle anyway," Sally said.

"So why don't you two get started while we finish eating?" Judy said.

"You wouldn't mind?" Sally asked.

"Mind? Of course not. Why would I mind? I seem to recall you and I
making love with six other women in the same room," Judy chuckled.

"Yes, I recall, but they were similarly occupied," Sally chuckled back.

"Does that matter?" John asked.

"No, not to me. Not really. If you want to, Alice?" Sally asked. Alice
kissed Judy and then moved to meet Sally half way. To give the diners
some room, Sally scootched them down towards the bottom of the bed.
John and Judy shared an inspired kiss and then went back to their meal
as Sally proved she understood depth of feeling with Alice. Perhaps it
was knowing they were being watched by John and Judy, but Alice and
Sally became very passionate in their lovemaking.

The diners found themselves eating quicker. They pushed their trays
aside and snuggled together watching the writhing couple as they sipped
at their coffee. They shared another inspired kiss and then each took
their last mouthful and crawled down between the two women's thighs.
Each reacting favorably to the hot tongues that touched them.

A gray light was sifting into the room from the tracking mirror when
they all slipped blissfully into sleep after many whispered words of
love, intertwined every which way. John's record with Sally was broken,
partially by her. Her record with John was well surpassed by Judy,
again with her assistance. Alice learned much about depth of feeling.

"What's going on here?" Cindy's voice asked about ten o-clock.

"I think they both needed more victims," Sheila chuckled.

"Good morning, loves," John said, lifting his head from the pillow of
Judy's breasts. Alice was snuggled to Judy's other side, Sally to
John's side. They all stirred. Alice lifted her head and kissed Judy on
the cheek, bent and kissed John on the forehead before she slipped out
to the bathroom. Sally lifted her head and kissed John on the cheek and
then did the same to Judy before she slipped out as well. Judy hugged
John back to her breasts.

"Good morning," she told the two baffled women, smiling at them.

"We brought you some breakfast. We didn't expect to find Sally and
Alice here. We thought they had slipped off together somewhere. We were
about to start a search party," Sheila giggled, setting a tray down.

"They were going to, but we waylaid them. Which is precisely what we'd
like to do to you two after breakfast," Judy said.

"But I thought -it being your inaugural- that you would want your
privacy," Cindy said, holding mugs of coffee for the prone couple. Judy
slid back and sat up, drawing John into his previous position, only
sitting.

"A change of plans. John welcomed me into womanhood *very*
satisfactorily -I don't know if I could walk so good-, but I thought
that for our last day, joint sessions with everyone we loved would be
the perfect finale to three perfect days," Judy said, accepting a mug
of coffee. She caught Cindy's hand with her other and pulled it to her
lips, kissing it softly.

"Well, I don't have any objection to that, if it's what you really
want," Cindy said, enjoying Judy's touch.

"Neither do I. If it's what you both want," Sheila said, placing a
plate on John's tray. John caught her hand and treated it similarly.
She and Cindy shared a bemused look, each wondering what had transpired
the night before. Sally and Alice returned.

"Food?" Sally inquired.

"Yours and Alice's is in the kitchen. We didn't expect to find you
here. Better go head off the search party," Cindy said. The two women
found their robes and then collected kisses from the four of them
before heading out. They seemed ecstatically cheerful. Judy kissed
Cindy's hand once more and then half staggered out to the bathroom.
John motioned towards the end of the bed as he dug into his breakfast.

"So what gives?" Cindy asked, sitting down.

"Just as Judy said. We got reports of concern that our level of
debauchery might have indicated a change in feeling towards the rest of
you. So we decided to put the question to rest," John said, between
bites.

"We just thought you were trying to break yours an Sally's records. We
wouldn't want to mess that up," Cindy giggled.

"Oh, we passed that around four this morning," John said, taking a sip
of coffee.

"Which one, the thirty or the one hundred fifty?" Sheila asked.

"Both... I think," John said, thoughtfully chewing.

"You made love over thirty times!? In thirty hours?" Cindy asked,
aghast, and again a little bit jealous.

"Doesn't sound right. I know I slept a lot," John mused.

"Yes, but you averaged *over* twice an hour each time you were awake,"
Judy said, returning. She collected kisses from the two women before
sliding back into her spot.

"My turn," John said, slipping out. Sheila turned to Judy, now
attacking her breakfast with a vengeance.

"He actually made love thirty times in thirty hours?" she asked.

"I made it thirty-three in that time.... Thirty seven since he first
walked in," Judy said, chewing on a piece of toast.

"That's over once an hour... *averaged*!" Sheila gasped.

"How about you? How many orgasms did you have?" Cindy asked. Judy
considered her food a moment.

"I'm not sure. I kind of lost count around... well, let's see. Sally
took great pride in pushing me over her limit.. I figure I had another
dozen or so before we passed out," she said, shakily taking a sip of
coffee.

"That would put you around..... one-hundred-sixty-two," Sheila figured.

"Sounds about right," Judy nodded.

"I made it one-sixty-five," John said, returning. He collected his
kisses, taking a bit longer. Letting the women know they were serious
about their invitation.

"I'm not sure I believe you... you're both talking! I remember how you
were before," Sheila giggled.

"I didn't have my little trick then," John said, returning to his
breakfast.

"That just helped you do it more, not survive it better," Cindy
giggled.

"Actually, it makes my orgasms a little less devastating...past the
tenth time or so," John mused.

"So how do you explain Judy being able to talk?" Sheila asked.

"Five and a half hours of sleeping like a rock," Judy said, finishing
her first cup of coffee. Sheila refilled it for her. Judy pulled her to
her and rewarded her well.

"So the question remains... Are you interested, or not?" she asked a
now shaky Sheila.

"Sure, I'm game," she said, bending again.

"Me too. I just want to see him do it three more times," Cindy giggled.

"Well, last time we got our inspiration from Sally and Alice. They
started while we were finishing our snack. So you two go ahead, we'll
join in when we're able," John chuckled.

"I knew it! You just want Sheila and I to put on a show for you," Cindy
giggled.

"Guess you found us out.... would you mind?" Judy asked. Sheila and
Cindy looked at each other for a moment, then both shrugged. Cindy
opened her arms and Sheila moved into them. John and Judy finished
their breakfast, then snuggled together watching, caressing each other.
Sheila and Cindy were more than a little shocked when they joined in.
Later they were a lot shocked as they lay recuperating. John and Judy
looked like they'd just gotten started.

"Next!" John giggled. Cindy and Sheila looked at each other and helped
each other to their feet and out the door.

"We'll send somebody," Cindy managed to call back.

"Make it pairs," Judy called. Sheila waved acknowledgement. Feeling a
bit cruel, they sent the other two triplets, thinking that would be the
end of it. An hour and a half later they staggered out and tagged
Catarina and Bianca. They lasted two hours. Next came Candice and Mae.
They only lasted an hour and twenty minutes. They staggered out.

"They want more.. and lunch," Mae slurred. Theresa looked around at the
dazed women.

"Come on Jean, I guess were on," she said. They lasted a full two
hours, as John and Judy were eating part of the time.

"Next!" Theresa said, staggering into the kitchen.

"Where's Jean?" Sheila asked.

"She headed for bed," Theresa said, fumbling with the coffee pot.

"There is nobody else.. unless they want the guys," Cindy said.

"No, Judy wants to schedule them another time. I don't think Kevin's
healthy enough anyway. They asked for volunteers," Theresa babbled,
finding a seat. Cindy looked around the table. Most everybody looked
dazed.

"How about it, Sally? You've had the most rest. Let's give it a go,"
Cindy suggested.

"Sure, I'm game... you only live once," Sally said. Bianca and Alice
looked a little disappointed.

"And you two also. *That* should put an end to things," Cindy giggled.
It *almost* did. John and Judy made love one last time before they
faded too. Four women inert around them. Their eyes were open and
locked together for their last orgasm. The next morning the last four
made a clean get away. John and Judy were snuggled together, sleeping
peacefully.

"Anybody even considers waking them up, I'll kill them," Cindy mused
over breakfast.

"No argument from me," Sally said. Cindy looked around the table. There
was no sign of dissention.

"No argument from me either. We need to be out of here around six
tomorrow morning," Bill said.

"We'll pack for them. We'd better let them sleep as much as possible,"
Sheila suggested. Everybody nodded.
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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.

"Mm