Chapter 32

'Randy is a MACHINE!' Trish thought dimly. She'd already had two, big, blow-the-top-of-your-head-off orgasms, and Randy was still pounding away like he had all afternoon! She'd underestimated him, BIG time! Control was out the window; her nipples hummed like tuning forks, they were so hard and sensitive, and she was trying her damnedest to climb up his pole from below -- even while he pinned her to the mat with it! 'FUCK dog tongues!' Trish thought, 'Gawd -- no wonder Mom drops on her back when she smells a cock!' Then conscious thought faded, driven from her mind by the driving urgency...

Upstairs, Candace was standing at the sink when a voice sounded behind her, "There you are!"

"Damian!" She spun and put her back to the counter, waving a finger. "You can't just come in here and..."

Damian didn't say anything; he just looked around, blandly.

Candace's shoulders slumped. "What do you want?" It wasn't a generalized query, and it wasn't rhetorical -- it was, literally, an inquiry into what he wanted from her.

"You. On your bed. With your knees up around your ears," Damian replied confidently.

Candace nodded and headed for her bedroom.

When they got there, Candace started getting out of her clothing. Damian asked mildly, "What was that all about?"

Candace shrugged. "I always have an attack of stupidity on the front end. I'm just learning to stop before things go too far."

"I decide that," was Damian's response. "Up here on the edge."

He took her standing beside the bed -- that is, he was standing; she was on her back clutching her knees, as directed. It was hard, fast, pounding, thoroughly satisfying sex -- for both of them. When it was over, he told her, "Don't dress. I'll be right back."

Thundering downstairs into the darkness, he called, "Alyssa!"

"Yes?" Teela had finished with her soon after Rick and Sonya finished. Rick and Sonya were still collapsed on their mattress, but the meaty smacks of Randy plowing Trish -- and her moans of pleasure -- could still be heard. Alyssa was watching her brother put the meat to her girlfriend.

"Are you done?" Damian yelled, unable to see in the dark.

"Yes."

"Come here, then." Alyssa came forward and appeared out of the darkness. "Get naked." He waited while Alyssa got out of her clothing. "Follow me."

Upstairs, he led her to Candace's room -- and Candace, which surprised both women. "What's this?" Candace asked.

"I figured you two should meet," Damian declared. "Alyssa, this is Candace. You two have a lot in common. Candace, Alyssa has one advantage over you -- what do you figure that is?"

"Well, age, I imagine..." Candace guessed.

"Right. A bunch of the guys have already stumbled on the fact that they can't take somebody's mother on dates," Damian agreed. "Now, Alyssa, Candace has an advantage over YOU -- guess what it is?"

Alyssa shrugged, confused. "She's white?"

"Nope," Damian replied. "It's age again. Candace doesn't hear wedding bells when I stick my dick in her." He watched while the comment hit home in Alyssa. "You two have a lot in common -- basically, you're both mine. One reason is that both of you like to be told what to do -- and neither of you likes to admit it. Both of you need control -- and I like doing that kind of thing."

"So, why are you rubbing our noses in it?" Candace asked.

"Because you both fucked up one way or another today," Damian replied blandly. "Alyssa, you might have made things easier for the guys downstairs, but you're ahead of yourself if you think you've got me bagged. And you," he turned to Candace, "You're doing better, but like I told you, I am the one who says you've gone too far! You two need to get acquainted and neither of you likes eating pussy, sooo..." He smiled evilly. "Up on the bed! Alyssa, you're on top -- because Candace is kind of juicy right now. It's my juice, though, so you make sure you get it all..."

"Awwww!" Alyssa wailed, but...

SMACK! "Now, bitch!" Damian grated, after leaving a handprint on her ass.

"Come on, Hon -- you're playing into his hands when you piss him off," Candace sighed. "You don't want him going all extreme on you..." She settled back on the bed. Alyssa was already moving, which didn't surprise Damian; she'd already demonstrated that she had virtually no tolerance for pain.

'Damn him!' Candace thought as Alyssa crawled atop her and settled her bubble butt toward her face, 'He always finds a way...' It didn't keep her from extending her tongue and opening Alyssa's slit with it, though.

"When you two are done, I'm gonna pick one of you to fuck, so you want to do a good job," Damian admonished, settling onto Candace's vanity stool to watch.

Downstairs, Randy was finishing up in Trish. He was pretty amazed, both with her and with himself; she'd pissed him off some, so he'd gotten pretty aggressive with her -- and she was eating it up! Usually, thus far in his limited experience, Randy had taken things easy, been gentle; this time, he'd poured it on because she'd acted like he wasn't good enough for her -- and she was OBVIOUSLY having a ball! Trish moaned and groaned a lot, but when she came, she threw her head around and bounced her plump ass up off the mat and got VERY impassioned about the noises she made!

She had a nice pussy, too -- and Randy was about to fill it with jizz! "Gonna cum..." he grunted.

"Uuhhh, kay... Oooooohhh!" Trish babbled.

Randy let go and Trish discovered why she had so many brothers and sisters -- the feel of Randy's semen splattering against her cervix set her off for the third time! "OoooOOOOOOOH! OMIGAAAAAWDD!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs!

Randy ground himself against her crotch like he was trying to get inside, growling with the effort, while he painted her insides as if he hadn't already cum in Sonya's mouth! "DAMN!" he gasped, when it was over and he rocked back on his heels.

Trish just lay there, looking up at him. Randy had thoroughly rocked her world -- AFTER she'd let him know that she thought he was less than desirable. She would be VERY CAREFUL about such things in the future... In the meantime, she needed to make amends... She reached up and gathered his hands, pulling him toward her.

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Randy asked, obviously still irritated.

"I was wrong..." Trish husked.

"It really doesn't matter. I won't be the last guy in this group that you fuck -- probably not the worst looking, either!" Randy grated.

"Look, Randy, I'm REALLY sorry!" Trish apologized.

"Yeah, well..." Randy wasn't buying. "We'll see when you've been around a while -- but you need to remember that you don't pick who you fuck -- we do!"

"I understand."

Toby roused himself. Damian was better at this, but the girls might recognize him. He came forward, into the dim light. "That applies to both of you. We tell you who to fuck, and when -- and how. Why don't you two go back to the couch?"

Randy helped Trish up, and Rick did the same for Sonya. When the pair were seated, Toby resumed, "You know, of course, that if you get stupid and go to the cops or something, you'll end up screwed over worse than us, right? Right now, you know nothing and nobody except your friend Alyssa and her brother -- but we have those videos of you with the dog..." Toby laid it on thick, adding an under layer of dread of the consequences. He realized the he probably didn't need to do it, but they couldn't watch the girls every hour of the day...

"How often will we have to do stuff like this?" Trish asked.

Toby shrugged. "It's more or less on call," he replied. "If you discover that you like to have it more than you're getting it, I'm sure that if you tell someone, we can make arrangements..." he teased.

Trish turned an amazing shade; Toby felt the echo of her emotion. She wouldn't be a problem. Sonya's reaction was more within the expected range; this had been good and she would do as she was told, but she wasn't sure that she was going to be asking for it. "How will we know when you want us?" she asked.

"For now, Alyssa or her brother will probably let you know," Toby advised. "Later, you'll get to know other members. Maybe we'll do some secret password or something, at some point. Any other questions?" Nobody said anything, but he sensed something. "Sonya?"

Sonya's response shocked them all -- she blurted, "Can Mom play?"

"What?" Teela gasped.

"My mom. She's always telling me how bad boys are -- but it's mostly because she doesn't get any. If you guys, you know, have anybody interested in older chicks..." Sonya's voice trailed off.

Trish giggled. "My mom could use a steady supply, too! It would keep her from falling for bad apples. I have enough brothers and sisters..."

"Well, we could talk about it, if you're serious," Toby mused. Sonya was for sure...

"That would be cool," Sonya replied. "Then she wouldn't be on my back when she finds out about this."

"Well, hopefully, she won't," Toby replied, "but we can take out insurance. Of course, we'll want to get something on her to keep her quiet, but we have things a lot easier to do than dogs..." He grinned.

"Now what?" Trish asked.

"Well, we planned for you to hang out here for a while, actually," Toby replied. "The place really DOES have a pool, but we're kind of concerned that you might do something stupid, so we don't want to show you any faces... Better wait until Alyssa comes back and she and Randy can take you out. In the meantime..." He slid down his trunks, "We can continue your education..."

"Ohmigawd!" Trish gasped.

Toby leaned over and whispered to Teela, "Tell Lon to pull on a mask and get down here. I don't know where Damian is, exactly, but he's messing with Alyssa and Candace..."

"Right." Teela headed for the stairs.

"Sonya has a system," Toby told Trish, "and you don't -- so you get to practice." He brandished his cock and pulled her over to it, "Give it a suck."

Arguing wasn't allowed; Trish opened her mouth and found it stuffed with cock meat. "Listen to what I tell you and do it," Toby advised. For the next several minutes he worked her on two levels, verbally and by direct mental contact, teaching her what worked well with him and what didn't, and damping her gag reflex so she could take him in more deeply as time went on. Trish didn't realize a lot of what he was doing -- all she knew was that things went very well... When Toby hunched up and buried his stiff length of meat in her throat a couple of times, then grunted, "I'm coming!" semen had become an acquired taste, too!

Sonya just watched for a while, but when a tall, blond boy came in, dropped his swim trunks, and ordered, "Suck!" she acquired a distraction. Lon learned that she had the right attitude; she attacked his cock with fervor, and the fact that she didn't deep-throat it was overridden by her technique. In no time, he found himself grunting and gasping as her lips and tongue worked him over to the tune of her stroking hand on his shaft.

When the pair of them were done, Toby informed Lon, "We've been swapping off..."

"Oh, okay," Lon replied, eyeing Trish. "Has she had her ass done yet?" He enjoyed Trish's look of shock and fear for a moment, grinning evilly, then muttered, "Some other time, then. Go wherever you've been going to get fucked..."

The ensuing sex wasn't as good for the girls as the first pass for several reasons, not the least of which was soreness from Round One.. Lon was being deliberately harsh and unfeeling as an object lesson to Trish, and Sonya -- well, nothing was going to prepare a five foot two girl for her first cock over eight inches. Toby helped some, but, like Lon, he felt that it was best that the pair get used to rough treatment, so he limited things. Both boys took their partners doggie-style, largely in order to reinforce their role as cum buckets; Lon rode Trish hard, occasionally burying his fingers in her mildly afro-teased hair and pulling her head back -- but Trish got off anyway, once, and would have made it to two if Lon had worked with her at all. The rough treatment thing accomplished Lon's ends, but it resonated with Trish, anyway, exciting her.

Sonya tried hard but her cervix took a bashing, and that was a distraction. Still, Toby monitored her and let up some as she approached her only peak of the session, ensuring that she got there. Like Lon, though, he didn't really give any breaks.

When it was over, Lon spurned Trish to the mat and got up as if he did this kind of thing daily and women were just receptacles; Toby was gentler, but he had a commentary, "You two are going to fuck a lot of guys -- and most of them are going to be looking for THEIR satisfaction, not yours! Get used to it. If you want to enjoy yourself, I suggest that you pick out a guy and try to make his short list. Trish, you may have fucked that up already..."

Trish was thinking the same thing. The white boy had been good, but not like Randy -- and she'd pissed him off! How much groveling would she have to do to fix things?

Toby turned to Teela. "I'm gonna go see what you know who is up to, and try to get Alyssa back down here. The girls are no doubt sore -- Randy, would you and Alyssa let them have their swim? No suits, though -- they go naked. Trish's doesn't fit, anyway."

"You got it." Randy nodded. Toby and Lon headed upstairs.

Damian's women were still in a sixty-nine position, but Damian was pounding into Alyssa from behind, and for that reason, she had been relieved of any requirement to further satisfy Candace. Candace was pinned beneath the pair, though, so she entertained herself by taking desultory licks at the fast-moving junction of the couple above her -- not because she wanted to, exactly, but more out of a suspicion that if she didn't, Damian would comment on it.

Damian had waited until each of them had teased an orgasm out of the other with her tongue and fingers, but no longer than that; watching Alyssa's asshole wink at him as her pussy clenched in time to the waves of her orgasm ended his patience and he crawled up behind her and slid his cock into her still spasming tunnel. Now, he was long-stroking her, driving her shoulders into Candace's upraised knees -- and she wasn't complaining a bit!

Toby and Lon appeared in the doorway. "Servicing your harem?" Toby asked sardonically.

"Do the math," Damian gasped. "You got to... keep... at least... two. These two... are... mine..."

Toby nodded. "Damned if he doesn't have a point..."

Lon nodded, musing. "Now that you mention it..." Concentrating on Sally wasn't doing the group justice -- there were too many pussies and not enough dicks to go around. Problem was, who should he take on? Beth? He had a soft spot for her, but he had enough to do dealing with Sally's submissive nature. Jean had two possible claimants already, and they really didn't get along. Louise? Adele? They were both black, which would make him look pretty two-faced. Still, Adele was a possibility... Maybe he should get another young chick to keep Sally on her toes...

Alyssa went "Uh! Uh! UUUUUHHHHH!!!" and tightened up remarkably, her cunt pulsing as her orgasm overtook her -- and Damian found an opportunity to get his in and smashed into her a half-dozen times, then buried himself in her jetting spunk into her quaking quim. Panting, he draped himself over Alyssa's back and asked, "What do you guys need?"

"A couple of things," Toby replied. "We need Alyssa to baby-sit the girls in the pool, and we need to discuss another membership application."

"Holy fuck!" Damian groaned. "I've only got so much dick..."

"Yeah, no shit," Lon grunted. Who'd have thought that organizing a little sex club could get so complicated?

"Yeah, well," Toby grinned. "Sonya seems to think that her life would be easier if her mother was getting a few inches occasionally. It seems that her mother is the one driving her toward lesbianism."

Lon looked at Toby. He hadn't been there the whole time, but he'd have been surprised if the discussion went that deep...

Damian, on the other hand, had a pretty good idea of Toby's source of information. He backed out of Alyssa and lowered his cock to Candace's mouth, just looking at her significantly. Candace, beyond her resistive mode, obediently began to lick and suckle. "Any idea what she looks like?"

Toby flicked a glance at Lon and said, "No, no pictures or anything, but I'm betting that she won't be our poster child."

Damian grunted, looking down at Candace. "You getting this?" Candace nodded. "I think it's for you older gals to investigate. If she's right and Mama Ho wants to join, we'll have to scare her up some dick and take photos." He glanced at the other two males, "Hank, I'm thinking." He got nods. Candace had gotten the worst of the mess, so he backed off the bed. "Clean her up, too -- she did it for you." He swatted Alyssa on the ass. "Suck pussy until Candace says you're clean, then go down and collect your girlfriends and take 'em for a swim, Slut."

"Yes, Damian!" Alyssa panted.

"You're all skinny-dipping -- got it?" Toby added.

"Yes, Toby!"

Candace, looking resigned, got to work; the three males left the room, headed for the kitchen and refreshments. "Man, I hate these masks," Lon groused.

Toby shrugged. "If you want to take my word for it that they'll behave, take yours off," he replied blandly.

Lon thought about it, grimaced, and left the mask on. Toby glanced at Damian, who WOULD have taken his word for it, and shook his head. "Can't trust 'em?" Damian asked.

"Well, they'd be SURE to recognize you..." Toby replied. "I think they're good to go, but..." Damian nodded. The three of them collected sodas and headed out back, to be joined by Rick and, eventually, Randy, when the girls trooped out to swim. Damian was subjected to an examination that resembled radar mapping, as the only male present who hadn't had sex with the new girls -- but Damian gave them very little to work with by facing away from the pool.

"We're gonna need somebody tomorrow to give Pa a blowjob," I figure," he announced.

Toby blinked. "Well, there's the obvious choice..."

"Adele will shit a brick!" Damian grunted.

"So let her supervise!" Lon grunted. "I mean, it's pretty clear we're not gonna be able to stop Brie... Adele does know that, right?"

"Yeah... We couldn't tell her who it is, though -- she doesn't like Pa." Damian commented. "Brie would kind of get a kick out of it, I bet."

Randy chuckled. "No bet!"

"Want to try to rig it up?" Damian asked Randy.

"Sure. I'll try to keep it low profile. What if it doesn't fly?" Randy asked.

"Call me," Damian replied. "We'll come up with something. I'd rather it wasn't Candace..." He glanced at Lon.

"Me, too," Lon agreed. Damian nodded; Sally was out, obviously. Frankly, he didn't want Alyssa doing Pa, either. No doubt Teela was out, too...

Damian was rolling down his list of suspects, and had the same people scratched -- plus his mother, for obvious reasons. "Beth? Jean? One of these two?"

"Jean would be a problem. On the other hand, Ma probably wouldn't," Toby guessed. "I'll need some warning, though. If we have to, we can call up one of these two -- but it'll be tough getting them out of their houses on no notice. Let us know if t doesn't fly, Rain Man."

"You got it."

"How many more guys are there?" Trish asked, eyeing Damian.

"I don't know," Alyssa admitted. "Two or three, anyway."

"I'm surprised he didn't fuck us -- everyone else did..." Sonya muttered.

"He was too busy fucking me!" Alyssa grinned in spite of herself.

"Oho!" Trish laughed. "So THAT's it!"

"Well," Alyssa blushed, "He made it very clear that I'm not in control, but when I'm good, he's good to me..."

"Do you know who he is?" Trish asked.

"Yes, but I can't tell you," Alyssa shrugged. "You understand..."

"Aren't we your friends?" Sonya snapped.

"Okay, you DON'T understand!" Alyssa shot back. "There are two things here: First, I don't want him pissed at me..." She frowned. "Maybe that's the underside of both. The FIRST reason I don't want him pissed at me is that I WANT to be his girlfriend. But the SECOND reason... Look, he can be... very controlling. I've pissed him off, and, well, I've paid for it."

"Oh?" Trish eyed her.

Alyssa thought about it. "Maybe you should know..." She glanced toward the boys at the table. "They took me sort of like they took you -- only they felt that I needed punishing. They hung me off a hook down there and beat me with a... stick, maybe. It was hard, but flexible -- and it stung like Hell!"

"He did it?"

"There was more than one of them," Alyssa murmured. "The dark-haired guy? The one trying to keep his glasses on with the mask?"

"The one with the really big dick?" Sonya asked.

"Yeah. He was there, and there was an older woman. There are several older women in the group," Alyssa explained. "But that guy ran things -- he was in charge." She eyed Sonya. "Watch the dark-haired guy. He has this radar -- it's almost like he reads minds, or something."

Sonya nodded, remembering the dark-haired girl's question -- and how the guy changed things up before she'd even made up her mind what to say. "That isn't all," Alyssa added, "Don't think I just tossed you to the wolves -- I was going to warn you, but they stopped me -- and they proved that they could do what they said they could when they did it! They actually sent a video to my cell phone..."

"No way!" Trish gasped.

"Way," Alyssa confirmed. "Then they made it real clear what would happen if I leaked things to you guys. Think about it -- anything they've done to me is my word against theirs -- but THEY have videos..." She sighed. "It's the same thing with you guys -- you could finger them for something, maybe -- but what would it look like? 'Oh, they did awful stuff to me, blah, blah...' And then the videos would surface and bye bye credibility..."

"Yeah." Trish had been thinking the same thing. "They only beat you the once?"

"Yeah -- but they don't have to do that... When they caught me, he... came up with this... game..." Alyssa mused for a moment. "Have you ever had anything up your ass?"

"What?" Trish gasped. Sonya looked equally shocked. "The, umm, tall blonde guy said something..."

"He wasn't kidding," Alyssa muttered, watching the boys. "The one who watches me came up with this game for three dice. One of the dice was to determine who did me, one was for how long -- and one was for whether I got it in the mouth, the pussy, or the ass..."

"Omigawd!" Trish's eyes bugged.

Alyssa nodded. "It went four or five rounds -- and they videoed it... That's plenty, really, if you think about it. Could you imagine me getting up and trying to tell people in court I wasn't a slut after that? Or at school?"

Sonya was staring at the boys. "So -- we're really slaves..."

"Well, they're busy -- you won't have one of them over your shoulder all the time -- but if one says jump, you'd better ask how high after you're in the air..."

"What's going on over there?" Lon asked.

"Alyssa is scaring the shit out of them -- even money," Toby replied.

Lon chuckled. "That might help."

"Want me to find out?" Teela asked.

"If I was them, I wouldn't open up to you," Rick opined.

"Hey, I'm still female..."

"Have at it," Damian shrugged. "Randy, you can haul 'em off to your house whenever it's convenient. Lon, you want 'em gone?"

"No, let's let 'em stew a while and see what happens," Lon murmured, watching the grouped females. "I want to hear Teela's report."

"Damian, you wanna come up to the house?" Randy asked. "I'm not sure I want to be alone with a shitload of conniving women..."

"Maybe. I was planning on going home..." Damian flicked a look at Toby.

"I think the three of them are sufficiently cowed," Toby opined, "but Brie or Adele might rattle things..."

Damian grunted. "I'll call Mama. Problem is, I'll have to deal with 'em -- and that means they'll probably make me."

"Maybe, maybe not," Toby argued. "You can hang in the background and deal with Adele. Brie will probably be cool if she hears she's going to get to play. Do the strong silent type thing."

Damian nodded and got on the phone.

"What's up?" Teela asked. She got three suspicious glares. "Okay, I get it. Okay, so, I'm the enemy -- but I'm still a girl... What do you want to know?"

"How about where you fit?" Trish asked.

Teela pursed her lips. "That's fair. Just about everybody in the group has a skeleton in their closet -- it's sort of an entrance requirement. One of those boys over there is my boyfriend -- I joined the group more or less so they wouldn't have to worry about me telling anyone about them. I don't get around much -- my boyfriend keeps me as his girlfriend and isn't really thrilled about sharing me around -- but I've done a couple of things."

"What do they have on you?" Trish asked suspiciously.

Teela turned to Alyssa. "What they have on you. EXACTLY what they have on you, Alyssa. If I ever piss my boyfriend off badly enough, I could end up kneeling right next to you..."

Alyssa expressed disbelief. "For that to happen..."

"... It would have had to have been while they were babysitting Dirk?" Teela finished, cocking her head sardonically. "How do you think we caught YOU? Dirk knew too much..."

"Omigawd!" Alyssa gasped.

"The difference between us is that I volunteered -- and I had a specific boy I was doing it for. But I'm caught, too -- and I'm not the only one!" Teela insisted.

"How many girls are in the group?" Trish asked.

"There are about five our age today -- right now, there is only one of us missing. But there are a bunch of older women, too -- the group started with young guys and older women. There are another half-dozen older women. And there will be four more our age, eventually, thanks to Alyssa."

"Really?" Sonya asked. "Older women? A lot of them?"

"I know of three -- no, four," Alyssa amended, remembering her mother.

"So, it IS possible that Mom could..."

"Yeah. It's possible," Teela nodded. "Right now, there aren't enough guys, and it's a major worry -- they're trying to keep two women happy apiece, probably -- so they might not rush out and make any offers. But if it looks like she might be a problem, they'll pull her in."

"If she finds out I'm having sex with boys it'll be a BIG problem!" Sonya declared.

"Well, I think they took you seriously," Teela replied. "If you press the point, they'll probably do something." Sonya nodded.

Meanwhile, Damian was on the phone to his mother, who wasn't thrilled. "Your Pa is rambunctious enough right now," Louise pointed out. "Are you really needed?"

"Maybe not, but better safe than sorry," Damian pointed out. "I can probably scoot sometime tonight."

"Try doing that," his mother replied. "Speaking of safe -- has anyone checked the new girls regarding birth control?"

"No." Damian flinched -- but at least he wouldn't be on the list of prospective fathers -- yet.

"Have Randy do it," Louise advised. "Get morning-after pills from Adele, if necessary. I hope to have us a doctor in a couple of days..."

"Okay, cool."

"Call me later." Louise hung up.

"Rain Man, ask the girls about birth control. Your mama has some of those morning-after pills, and Mama is looking to hook us up with a doctor, but we need to take care of today," Damian advised.

"Hey! You two! Come here!" Randy yelled, waving.

"Uh oh," Teela chuckled. "Let's go..." The girls slowly climbed out of the pool and headed over to the gathered males.

"Stop right there," Randy directed when they were still several feet behind Damian. He thought about things for a moment -- this control thing didn't come naturally to him, but the more ingrained it was early on, the better, he figured. "Kneel." The pair of girls glanced at one another. "Yeah, I know -- it's a pain in the ass and an ego trip -- but do you really have any choice?" Sonya knelt gracefully. Trish opened her mouth, remembered who she was talking to, and knelt, too. Randy got up and went over to fine-tune things. "Straighten out your feet and park your asses. Good. Now, spread your knees some -- I may want to feel you up." He eyed the result. "Hands on your thighs. Comfy? Keep your backs straight -- we wanna see those hooters of yours standing out, not looking saggy..." He nodded to himself, satisfied with the result. "Okay. If you're not doing anything else, that's how you should be, understand?"

"Yeah," Sonya said quietly. Trish nodded.

Randy frowned. "You both know my name, so you can use it. I want to hear a proper response -- which would be 'Yes, Randy.' Try it."

"Yes Randy," the pair intoned.

"Good." Randy opened his mouth, but Damian held up his hand. "Alyssa, are you still standing?" Damian asked, without looking around.

"Yes, D--... Yes, Sir."

"Get down with them."

"Yes, Sir." Alyssa moved quickly, kneeling alongside Sonya on her right. Several sets of eyes flicked to Rick.

The girls could see Rick, but couldn't see Teela, who was now behind them. Rick pondered his options, visibly. Teela's eyes were wicked, laughing, challenging him. "Girl."

"Yes, Lover?" Teela replied.

"We're trying to enforce some standards, here."

"Yes, Lover." Teela settled to her knees on Trish's left.

Randy got to the point. "Are you two on birth control?"

"I am... Sir," Trish replied.

"Oh, shit!" was Sonya's response.

"Relax, we have some morning-after pills to handle things right now," Randy assured her. "And we're working on a long-term solution." He turned to Trish. "It'd be smart of you to get very careful about keeping up your schedule. You're on the Pill, right?"

"Yes, Randy."

"Don't slip up -- playing games with pregnancy won't buy you anything but problems. We got one bun in the oven already -- and it's gonna be a real pain in the ass for the mother to explain away," Randy admonished.

"I'll be real careful," Trish assured him, her mother's example clear in her mind.

"Good." Randy waved at the pool. "Go on back and swim, or whatever."

At Carter's, Terence wandered out to the garage about noon, poring over some papers; Fred noticed, but he was busy watching baseball. About two o'clock, a car pulled into the drive, but no one came in; Fred assumed that it was Damian coming back from wherever. About two-thirty, Terence stuck his head in the door. "Pa, can I take the truck? I need to go to the lumber yard."

Fred blinked and glanced up at his eldest son. "Good fucking luck -- it's Saturday, Boy. Lumber yard closes at noon."

"Shit. Will the home improvement place have any good stuff?" Terence asked.

"Like what?"

"Four by four oak, or mahogany."

"Don't hold your breath," Fred advised. "Probably all they got is pine, and pressure treated. What'cha makin'?"

"Furniture."

Fred eyed his son. "Mebbe you'll want to practice. Oak and mahogany cost a chunk of money."

"Maybe you're right," Terence agreed warily. He opened his mouth again, but Fred was already fishing in his pocket.

"Here," he said, tossing Terence the truck keys. "Don't burn all the fuckin' gas."

"Thanks, Pa." Terence left. Fred heard a brief conversation on the porch, tones of disappointment and acceptance -- and a woman's voice? Then they were gone, before he could lever himself out of the chair and go take a look.

Two hours later, the truck pulled back in. Fred, now paying more attention, heard faint voices coming from the garage, along with various thumps and bangs. He waited for a commercial to come on and headed out to satisfy his curiosity.

There WAS a woman there with Terence! A white bitch! Kind of chunky -- she looked familiar... "Who's this?" Fred announced himself.

Terence looked up warily from where he and the woman were looking at some drawings on the workbench. "This is Beth. You've met her -- that day we were moving furniture at her house..."

Suspicion flared in Fred. "Okay, so, what's she doin' here? You fucking her?"

Terence wasn't up to fancy footwork in such things; Fred would have caught him out if they'd been alone. But Beth was there to answer sarcastically, "Are you always this charming? I pity your wife -- women must fall for that kind of thing in droves..."

Fred rocked under the hit. "Yeah, well, you haven't answered my question..."

"We're working on some furniture, Pa. I wanted to do something custom and I asked Beth's opinion because she's seen that kind of stuff before." He looked disgusted. "Did you really have to come out with that?"

Fred chewed his cheek. "Last time I saw her she was in her bathrobe."

"And you asked about it and we TOLD you she does shift work!" Terence rasped. "She's a nurse -- she works with Mama -- okay?"

"Yeah, well, some weird shit went down..." Fred's voice trailed off.

Beth nearly let her head of steam get away from her, "If we WERE having sex, would it be any of your business?" Turning to Terence, she added, "Want to have sex, Sweetie? I'm sure we can find a flat spot around here somewhere..."

Fred backed down, "Awright, awright! I'm sorry, okay?"

"No, it's NOT okay!" Beth huffed. "If you're going to treat women like that, you should plan on sleeping with men!" She turned away, unable to contain herself after THAT jab.

Fred turned an odd hue. "Uh... Sorry. Y'all go on with whatever..." He backed out of there.

"Beth! Jeezus!" Terence gasped.

"Well, he deserved it!" But she was grinning.

"Mebbe. What if he hits me up again?"

"Tell him we fuck all the time -- I don't care WHAT he thinks!" Beth declared. "Besides, if you do, he probably won't believe you."

"Well, what if he does? What if he wants to...?"

"Tell him he'd better be a lot nicer when he asks or he can forget it!" Beth huffed. "He's NEVER going to get laid if he keeps peeing in the pool!"

Fred knocked first the next time. "Louise wants to know if you want to stay to supper."

"That might be nice," Beth allowed. "Toby is off somewhere... If it isn't too much trouble, I'd love to!"

Fred glanced at what they were doing -- which looked like some kind of medieval torture device. "That's gonna be a bitch to lug around -- better find ways to take it apart."

"Yeah, we're working on that," Terence admitted, while shutting things down and moving the other two toward the door; Pa was curious enough...

At dinner, the women more or less isolated themselves by discussing medical and hospital issues; Fred took it for a while, then bolted his meal and got out of there before he could be bored comatose. Once he was gone, the three of them shifted to other subjects. "Does anyone know how things went today?" Beth asked.

"I spoke to Damian," Louise replied. "All seemed well, but he was going home with Randy and the girls in order to provide some backup in case things got out of hand."

Beth nodded and threw a thumb over her shoulder. "Is he always like he was today?" She related the incident in the garage.

Louise nodded. "Pretty much."

"Toby has this theory that he's covering his ass because he doesn't want anybody to get wind of the other thing," Terence explained.

Louise nodded. "Could be, but it's a pain -- and it's getting worse!"

Beth nodded. "He's being threatened -- and he knows that the tale is out there, so he doesn't know who might be looking at him and thinking, 'Yeah, he's queer, all right..."

"Shhhh!" Terence waved his hands. "Jeezus!"

Beth grinned. "Want to go home with me? That would REALLY freak him out!"

"Beth! Gawd!" Louise exploded, laughing.

His mother's reaction led Terence to say no -- something he regretted later, alone in bed...