Chapter 33

Things were reasonably quiet after that. Randy, Damian and the girls went back to the Hayes and Damian helped baby-sit through dinner until the girls went upstairs to Alyssa's room. "Maybe we should have kept the cameras," Randy opined.

"Nah. They'll do what they'll do, but I bet it won't be sex -- too many sore pussies," Damian replied. He was right, too.

Adele, knowing what was up, let the boys run things -- the girls were all pretty subdued, anyway. "Did you hurt them?" she asked Damian in an aside.

"No. But we worked hard at scaring them. They aren't full members -- or at least, they don't THINK they are," Damian related. "We pressed the whole blackmail and jail thing because they might not be smart enough to realize that their asses are in the crack, like Alyssa wasn't. Older women know when their stuck..." Damian eyes Adele significantly.

Adele looked uncomfortable. "Do you... want anything?"

"No, I got plenty from Alyssa. Do YOU? I'll get one of the girls to give you a licking..." Damian grinned evilly as he made the counter offer.

"No... No." Adele shook her head -- but Damian made a note.

Brie was beside herself when Randy told her she would be needed the following day. "Oh, COOL!" she bubbled.

"You've seen it, too -- it's Mr. Carter," Randy advised.

"Yippee!!!" Brie hooted.

"Of course, he can't know -- you'll have to use a booth," Randy warned.

"That's okay," Brie grinned. "The joke will be on him!"

"It sure will," Randy agreed. "It sure will. Don't tell Mama..."

Damian and Terence took Fred to Lon's in the truck, just after noon. Fred had to wear a hood, and experienced significant déjà vu on the ride over. Meanwhile, Randy, suitably alerted, announced that he was taking Brie swimming, since she'd missed the day before; Alyssa went along, just because. The other girls had departed quietly at around ten a.m.

Fred took a couple of minutes to get organized once in the Carpenter's playroom -- the ride over had been too reminiscent of another ride... "Jeezus, Pa! What is wrong with you?" Terence ranted when it became clear that his father wasn't paying much attention to him.

Fred had gone over and collapsed onto the couch, covering his face. "Look, that kind of thing shakes you up, okay?" he grunted. "I got into something serious once..." He shut up, and when Terence opened his mouth to ask, he swept his hand in a negative gesture. "Forget it. I'll be fine. Gimme a minute." In a minute, he got up and gathered up his pad and pencil. "Okay, what have we got?"

After that, he was fine; Damian and Terence showed him the unfinished areas of the basement and the laundry room and discussed the urgent need for a bathroom -- or at least showers. Fred looked around and grunted, "What do you think you want?"

"A bigass, two or three head locker-room gig would be nice," Damian replied. "We could maybe even put in lockers for guests or whatever. And a toilet and sink."

Fred glanced around. "There's plenty of room, but a toilet in particular is gonna require a pump to pump the sewage up to the inlet pipe. That's maybe a thousand bucks. Showers will require it, too. Washing machines pump their own crap, but your drainpipes are here..." he pointed them out.

"How bad is it?" Damian asked.

"Well, I dunno. I'd like to bring in someone. I can try to get pump quotes..." Fred mused. "Is this shit gonna see a lot of use?"

Damian shrugged. "Maybe."

"What about permits?"

"You fill 'em out -- I'll add the address and run 'em," Damian replied. "You've had us do it before."

"Is the homeowner good with this?"

"That's a problem. If you want to talk to her, I can arrange it, but you can't SEE her."

"I want to hear it from her. I don't wanna be sued," Fred grunted.

"Gimme a minute," Damian sighed. Heading upstairs, he chased down Candace in her living room, watching TV. "Pa wants to hear it from you that what we're planning downstairs is okay."

"So what ARE you planning?" Candace asked.

"Lon hasn't really gone over this with you?"

"No."

"Is he here?"

"In his room, I think." Candace followed Damian to Lon's room. "Okay, so, what wild plans do you have for downstairs that you brought Damian's father in for?"

Lon eyed his mother. "I thought we talked about this. A bathroom. Some showers. Over in the unfinished part near the laundry room."

"Who's going to pay for this?"

"Well, we're going to try to get Mr. Carter to buy everything wholesale and do the work for sex -- didn't we talk about this?"

"Not NEARLY enough!" Candace ranted. "Somebody is STILL going to have to pay for things! Is HE going to do it? I'm not made of money!"

"Mama, we don't want people coming upstairs from the playroom to go to the bathroom," Lon argued. "It exposes us. Besides, there are things we might want to do in a bathroom..."

"I bet this is a LOT of money!" Candace complained.

"I'll have Pa write up a quote," Damian interjected. "But Lon is right. We need to keep people downstairs -- MAYBE out on the pool deck -- but not in your house. I'll get Pa to suck up as much of the costs as possible, in return for pussy -- but there is gonna be SOME money that'll have to be found."

"Get the quote," Candace snarled.

"You need to talk to him and approve that," Damian pointed out. "Go down to the booths -- the two of you can talk through the wall."

"I'm not paying by fucking!" Candace declared. "Not if I'm bankrolling this thing!"

"We got other sources," Damian assured her. Then he gave her a hard glance.

Candace caught it. "There ARE limits!"

"Are there? Let's go." Damian took Candace's elbow and led her to the stairs. Halfway down, he yelled, "Big Bro?"

"Yeah?" Terence replied.

"Take Pa to the utility room and close the door. I'll get the homeowner organized and let you guys back in."

"Awright." Terence nodded at his father, who grimaced but got up to do as he was bid.

Damian led Candace to Booth 3 and waved Lon in after her. "Lon can't talk -- Pa would shit himself, I bet. But I'm asking you not to get stupid."

"Okay." Candace grimaced, but nodded.

Damian went to get Fred. Pointing to the end booth, he said, "She's in there. Ask away."

Fred gazed at the booths. "What the f--... What are these?"

Damian grinned. "Blowjob booths."

"Jeezus. Three holes?"

"Height-adjustable."

"I'll be damned." He tapped on the wall. "You in there?"

Candace popped open a hole. "Yes."

"You're the homeowner? How do I know that?"

"How do you, normally?" Candace asked.

"Well, it surfaces at some point." Fred thought about it. "How old are you?"

"Old enough!" Candace replied stuffily.

"Stick a hand through," Fred ordered. "I can't see you -- you could be some sixteen-year-old!"

"Fine..." Candace fumed, and stuck her hand through the wall.

"Yeah, okay..." Fred examined the hand: the way the skin took a tan, the big rock that was NOT on the wedding finger... This wasn't a kid. "You're divorced?"

"Yes."

"Okay. So what do you want?" Fred got on to business.

"The boys want a bathroom. I'm willing to go along with it, but I'm not made of money..."

"Awright. What about details? The boys are telling me they would like to see a pretty big shower -- maybe tile. Two or three heads."

"Is that bad?" Candace asked.

"Depends. If you pick out pricey tile..." Fred explained.

"I need to keep costs 'WAY down," Candace replied. "What are my options?"

Damian jumped in, "Pa, we're looking at minimums, here -- and we're looking for you to do it wholesale. We've already discussed how you're gonna get paid... Any corners you can cut -- you know stuff lying around..."

"Tile costs money, Boy..." Fred growled.

"Can you get me a quote?" Candace asked. "The boys can give you what they want. If it is ridiculous, show me something else. We want people visiting not to have to use the upstairs bath. Maybe a one-piece shower is cheaper..."

Fred grunted. "Okay. One thing for sure -- there's gonna need to be a pump to get sewage up to the level of the line into the house. That's gonna cost a grand, maybe. I might be able to jerry-rig a sink without it, but a toilet and shower? No way."

"Damn!" Candace hissed. "Okay, like I said, please write up an estimate and give it to Damian. I'll look it over and approve it..."

"If you want to pick out fancy tile and stuff, the prices go up fast," Fred warned.

"Well, Damian is right -- this isn't a showplace we're talking about," Candace replied. "Generic tile and fixtures will be fine. Damian can show me anything you recommend."

"Okay. One more question -- are you gonna be handling my end?"

"Maybe," Candace replied, glaring at Lon. "But if I'm going to have to pay for supplies and such, I'm of the firm opinion that others should supply your wages."

Fred grunted. "I can see that -- but I'm wondering if it's got anything to do with what you think of blacks..."

"Hmmph. Ask your sons what I think of blacks -- either of them! As if my opinion counted for anything, anyway..." Candace retorted.

Terence tried to cover a snort of laughter; Damian merely smiled. Fred quirked an eyebrow at his sons. "Does that mean what...?"

"It means I last fucked Damian yesterday, all right?" Candace declared hotly.

Fred blinked and eyed his younger son. "That's pretty damned clear. Okay, lady, I'll let you get on with whatever it is you do..."

"Thank you," Candace replied, clearly disgruntled.

"Take Pa on back," Damian directed. "I'll get this all back together..."

"Right," Terence nodded.

Damian stuck his head in the booth door. "Why don't you hang out and supervise Brie? If she starts fucking up, put Alyssa on it -- or handle it yourself, if you like." He couldn't help smirking.

Lon was working at keeping a straight face. "I'll go get the girls."

Damian glanced up. "Does Alyssa know you?"

"No, but fuck it..." Lon grunted.

"Yeah." Damian nodded agreement. "Call Randy if you want to stay anonymous."

Lon nodded. "That's a plan."

Damian eyed Candace. "I'm gonna go back and keep an eye on Pa."

Candace glared back, clearly furious. "The things I do for you..."

Damian hurled himself forward, pinned her against the wall, and kissed her, forcing his tongue between her lips. "You KNOW you love me!" he grinned, pinning her while she thrashed.

"You bastard!"

"Not really..." Damian danced away. "I have parents."

Five minutes later, Brie and Alyssa sneaked into the booth. Brie was grumpy. "How come every time I get ready to suck a guy, six people show up to watch?"

Candace swallowed her irritation with Damian and replied, "Because we want to be sure you don't get hurt."

Brie snorted. "Are you kidding? If I bite down hard, it's all over!"

Candace smiled in spite of herself. "You DO have a point!"

Meanwhile... "How many bitches you got, Boy?" Fred asked while taking measurements.

"Well, two, heavy, and hey, whatever," Damian replied. "It just happens she's my other main bitch."

Fred eyed Terence. "And you?"

"I hop around a lot. No main squeeze right now," Terence related.

Fred turned to Damian. "He IS fuckin', right?"

"Yeah," Damian confirmed. "He's fuckin'."

"What's that look like?" Fred asked, cocking his head back in a gesture sure to mean Candace.

"Mid-thirties, bleached blonde, wears a mean bikini," Damian replied. There were only a zillion women that looked like that...

Fred turned to Terence. "Not chunky like that 'friend of your mama's'..."

Damian eyed Terence. "Who?"

Terence had the presence of mind to shrug. "He's talking about Beth."

"Oh." Damian waved it off, indicating that Fred was on the wrong track. "You'd have to ask Mama about that. We do have a couple of chunky chicks, though -- you know how it is. One of them deep-throats like a motherfucker and likes more than one dick when she can get it."

"Good lookin'?" Fred asked, not letting the conversation stop his work.

"You probably wouldn't be interested, given how you react to Beth," Damian advised. "Too bad, too. You'd be missing something."

"Huh." Fred grunted. "Mebbe I need to be more open-minded."

"Nicer, too, I think," Terence grunted.

"Yeah, yeah..." Fred rasped. "Okay, so, you want me to do miracles on a shoestring. I need to talk to my plumbing whiz, but either we raise the floor eight inches in the bathroom, or we're gonna have to poke holes in the concrete floor to run pipe. That'll cost money..."

"And if you raise the floor?" Damian asked.

"Then you get low ceilings," Fred replied, "Not good with showers... No, hold it a sec..." He went back into the unfinished area. "I forgot about this split-level thing that's going on in here..." Sure enough, the utility room and laundry -- and the space being looked at for the bath -- had ten feet to the floor joists, due to the machinations that had been done to allow an at-grade entrance on that side of the house, just as the several feet of the finished area on that side did. "Okay, well, she can save a buck like that, if she wants."

"What do YOU think of it?" Terence asked.

"I'm thinkin' it won't kill nobody," Fred replied, slowly. "It'll definitely cost less. I can put a copper pan in and slope the floor..." He eyed his eldest son. "And you want me to find some tile somewhere no fuckin' body wanted but we got on hand, too, right?"

"Well, yeah..." Terence admitted. "Simple shit..."

"Mebbe we need to get real clear about what I'm getting' here..." Fred muttered, sucking his teeth.

"Okay," Damian agreed. "What do you make an hour -- real money?"

"Call it twenty-five," Fred answered.

Damian couldn't really tell if he was jerking his chain or not -- which sucked; he didn't want to sell anyone short. "So, what's a blow job? If you can find one? Fifty bucks?"

"For chumps, maybe," Fred grunted. "But you're right about findin' it, I guess."

"You won't have any trouble," Damian promised. Terence stood back, watching, glad HE didn't have to make any promises... "Okay, then, pussy," Damian continued. "Even I know that pussy has a sliding scale. I'll be honest -- we don't want to be upping our best -- at least to start -- because you aren't nice to women. But I'd think that anything we could dig up would be worth a hundred..."

"Am I gonna have to jump through hoops and shit to get it?" Fred growled. "Like that through the wall shit?"

Damian grimaced. "You can't do that with pussy, but, yes, we will want to protect our women. We'll come up with something..."

"Sounds like a pain in the ass," Fred opined.

Damian wasn't buying. "Maybe, but you wouldn't really get deep into it with a hooker, either. Young stuff, prime stuff, the price goes up."

"To what?" Fred wanted to know.

"Top of the line? Call it two hundred," Damian replied. "Weird shit is negotiable, I guess. Remember, these AREN'T hookers -- they're pretty much normal chicks."

"Yeah, okay. What if I need to drag somebody in for something? This plumbing, for example..."

"Same rates and conditions. We'll chase somebody down to pay off," Damian promised. "We're not gonna do a crew, though. One guy, preferably one visit, one payoff. This isn't a membership drive. Besides, how much do you want to share, anyway?"

Fred nodded. "Awright. I'm not guaranteeing shit for costs. You two got to help, since you got to baby-sit me anyway. I'll write this up at the minimums, and if I luck on to materials, it's all gravy. Understand?"

Damian nodded. "We want to reimburse for wholesale -- your markup comes out in trade."

Fred grimaced. "This better be good shit..." he warned. Looking around, he added, "I don't suppose you brought samples..."

"I figured that some head would do for your consultation," Damian replied, "and I made some arrangements." He glanced at the booths significantly.

"The blonde?" Fred asked.

"She's in there, but she's supervising," Damian replied. "We got another chick in with her -- one who just happens to love to give head."

"No shit..." Fred sauntered over to the wall and knocked. "Anybody in there?"

"Pick a hole," a muffled voice replied.

"They're placed for comfort," Damian explained. "Pick one that will give you the right height. Notice that they're big enough to put your balls through, too."

"Yeah, no shit," Fred replied. "You musta had an expert on staff." Raising his voice, he called, "Middle, I guess."

The center hole popped open. "We used hardboard, so short guys wouldn't lose out," Damian added.

"Good idea..." Fred looked questioningly at Damian.

"Do what you've got to," Damian replied. "Nobody cares, you aren't gonna get arrested, and the lips on the other side of the wall want it all..."

"So, like, drop my pants?"

Damian shrugged. "Get naked if you want. Whatever is comfortable. Nobody is gonna come downstairs and yell 'Omigawd!' if you do. Tell her what you want and she'll try to deliver but she doesn't do deep-throat -- yet."

"Awright..." Fred didn't wear undershorts -- it didn't fit the image he was trying to project. He dropped his jeans to his ankles, waddled up to the hole and poked his cock through, muttering, "Here goes..." Damian settled his butt on the back of the couch to watch; Terence stood by, too, looking antsy.

"Yum!" Brie exclaimed, and engulfed the tip of Fred's cock.

Fred's eyes popped. "She don't fuck around..."

Damian chuckled. "She likes jizz, and even if she hasn't gotten a whole lot of practice yet, she has a pretty good idea how to get it."

"Is she in a hurry to get rid of me?" Fred asked.

"This one? No. She'd probably keep sucking until your dick was raw and you didn't have anything left," Damian replied. "If she's going too fast, say so. She ain't a hooker, and she's not gonna be looking for her next trick as soon as you're dry."

Brie was only capable of absorbing maybe four and a half inches of Fred's thick meat, but she was pulling it in and out through her ovalled lips at a prodigious rate. "Easy! Easy! I wanna enjoy this a while!" Fred grunted, and she backed off immediately, applying more tongue to make up for the loss of lip action and fondling his heavy balls.

Fred discovered that slowing her down didn't help; this was good cock sucking, and when she shifted modes it just made things more intense. "Fuck!" he grunted, straining against the wall, "What a mouth!"

Fred couldn't remember anything so intense as the sensations he got in the next couple of minutes -- he'd had fucks that weren't as good! It seemed like he was a hair from blowing a load for a couple of hours, hanging on the peak, pleasure and urgency driving him nuts...

Alyssa ended it. Grinning, she motioned at Fred's balls and pointed to herself. After a gestured consultation, Brie stood to let her slide under -- not that it was easy. Candace frowned and brought the chair in the booth behind Brie, sat on it, and let Brie rest her thighs against her knees for comfort and to help her be at the right height.

Fred's first inkling was when he felt a mouth suckling his scrotum, pulling his balls in. Eyes wide, he turned to Damian, "How many women are in there?"

Damian blinked, got up, and went around to the door. Opening it, he spied the trio and grinned. "Three. If you're asking, you got two mouths on you."

"I... figured..." Fred gasped. Alyssa had his whole sack in her mouth, washing his balls gently with her tongue -- except that they were crawling upward as Fred hit the point of no return! "Oh, shit! I'm gonna... YAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Fred let go with no more verbal warning than that.

The girls had more to work with, though -- both of them knew when it all became urgent. Brie wrapped her lips around the crown of Fred's glans and used her tongue to keep him stimulated for those last few critical milliseconds before spunk spewed from the tip into her mouth. Alyssa had a mouthful of jumping, pulsing testicles, attesting to Fred's peak.

The nut went on and on and on... Fred was amazed. The main sucker swallowed, but kept sucking long after his cock's pulses stopped producing any spunk; the other mouth let go of his balls, but a tongue kept washing them. He hung in for maybe forty seconds after the first big blast, but the sensations were so intense that he had to back out. "Holy fuck!"

"So..." Damian grinned. "Any problems with product?"

"No! FUCK no!" Fred knocked on the wall. "That was fucking awesome! Thanks!"

Alyssa covered Brie's mouth while Candace replied, "Those involved say you're welcome!"

"Okay," Damian took charge. "Put yourself together. If you've got what you need, we're done here!" Ten minutes later, the Carter males were gone.

Randy extracted his sisters; by the time Sally came over to coach swimming and get her daily exam from Lon, everyone else was gone.

Fred took the truck and left as soon as he was driven home, apparently fully committed to the project. Louise, home on the weekend for once, caught the boys as soon as it became apparent that their father wasn't going to follow them inside. "So, how did your little project go?" she asked.

"Fine," Damian replied as briefly as possible.

It wasn't good enough. "I'd prefer that the bastard's dick fall off," Louise snapped. "I don't understand how this is all so important."

"Mama," Damian replied. "The longer he goes without, the worse he gets -- you KNOW that! You're getting yours, and we're all aware that he's been getting his on the side off and on for a while. I understand that you don't like it and would rather see him suffer, but he's a lot of trouble to us that way. Besides, we're getting a couple of things out of the deal, too."

"A bathroom for the playroom, right?" Louise asked. "Is that it? What happens when he's done with that?"

"He'll go without for a while, again," Damian shrugged. "In the meantime, we get another dick on staff -- and we need one. He'll be busy working and he'll be getting taken care of periodically, so he'll quit being so nosy..."

"I have to put up with knowing he's getting laid," Louise groused. "HE started the no sex between us thing, you know!"

"But YOU'RE the one keeping it going, right?" Damian pointed out.

"Yeah."

"Okay, then."

"NOT okay!" Terence grated. "I don't like the way you're down on Pa! I don't like all this anger and hard talk!"

"It's too late, Boy -- he's pissed me off. Frankly, it's mutual, but I'm gonna carry a grudge -- and you're part of the reason! He doesn't give a flying fuck what happens to you -- do you realize that? He's in it for him -- and that's it! Part of it is him covering his ass all these years, I think, but it's set in with him -- we're just his cover, proof that he's got balls and know how to use them. We're not a family!"

"Well..." Terence honestly didn't know how to answer all that -- but he wanted to.

Louise could see it. "Boy, sometimes people just grow apart. Part of our problem is your father's big secret, but it's only part of it. He owes us -- he owes ME -- and I want a chunk. I'm sorry, but that's the way it is..."

"Well, I don't have to like it."

"No, you don't Boy. That's true. I understand, and your loyalty to your Pa is a good thing, even if I think it's wasted." Louise squeezed her eldest son's hand. "Let me talk to your brother a bit about what's been going on..."

"Okay." Terence walked out.

"Poor boy," Louise sighed, watching her eldest son walk off. "He's so good and gentle..." She turned to Damian. "But I STILL want to watch his old man take a dick!"

Damian shrugged. "Lon and Toby have laid the groundwork, but there are other pieces to the puzzle."

Louise moved on. "Did Sonya get her pill?"

"Shit! I dunno! I don't think so..."

"Call Randy and Adele. Find out. If not, we've got to get hopping!" Louise exclaimed.

It hadn't happened; Damian confirmed it with Randy. Randy had Alyssa call Sonya, and she found her to be one scared young lady. "Can you get out?" Alyssa asked her.

"No. Mom is in rare form -- I think she went out last night -- with the usual results. I'm virtually grounded," Sonya related.

This information was relayed to Louise, along with an explanation of the issue of Sonya's mother and her problems. "Okay," Louise directed. "Tell her she is still safe, and that we will get her what she needs tomorrow, while her mother is at work. And that we'll work on the other problem, too."

"Oh, thank God!" Sonya gasped, relieved, when the answer made it through the chain. "I was so scared!"

That issue settled temporarily, Louise got on the phone to the older generation females. Things were moving too fast again; it was time for another conference.

The Monday morning meeting sucked -- nobody wanted to be at the coffee shop at six a.m., but Louise and Beth had to be at work by seven. EVERYBODY was present -- including Adele. Louise opened things up, "Things are moving too fast again. We nearly dropped the ball on birth control with one of the new girls. One of us is going to need to be there to help at future in-processing sessions to make sure the boys don't forget the basics."

"Amen!" Agreement was general.

"Does anyone have any complaint with the plan to see if we can get a doctor on board?" Louise asked. Several present were unaware of the idea, so she had to explain it, ending with, "Beth and I know this guy -- I think we can expect him to play ball happily."

Candace interjected here with, "Do you realize just what the boys have set up with your husband? They're talking about a locker room off the playroom! I had no idea that it was going to be that involved! It's going to cost a mint! Is anyone planning to help, aside from fucking your old man?"

Things got a little wild for a couple of minutes after that, but when it became clear that Louise wasn't happy, either, Candace settled somewhat. Once again, several people had to be read in, including -- specifically -- Adele, who was a little steamed that Brie had sucked Fred's cock.

Beth ended up the voice of reason in this situation. "Okay, girls, relax! The boys may SEEM to have gotten out of hand with this, but we ALL know that Fred is a danger and needs to be controlled. AND we're getting something out of it -- which didn't HAVE to be the case! We really DO need that bathroom, the way things are going, to preserve your privacy, Candace! I'm sure when the costs come out, we'll all find a few dollars to feed to the cause -- heck, I ALREADY put out over two hundred dollars for the dungeon furniture that Terence is building! As for Brie -- Adele, Sweetie, it's all we can do right now to keep her from going outside somewhere and chasing down a strange boy to finish the job! Be grateful that we're keeping HER somewhat under control, too!"

"I'm going to lock her in her room!" Adele swore.

"Don't!" Louise countered. "Don't even try! The more you press, the easier she'll squirt out from under your thumb, and the worse the results will be! The boys have extracted a promise from her to keep her play inside the group. You can control things better by understanding her and offering limited cooperation."

"Very true!" Jean interjected.

"Well..."

"Talk to Randy. Talk to Alyssa," Louise advised. "Listen to what they say, and get them to commit to help you control things -- there is no way anyone with your schedule is going to put a leash on Brie, and if you rant and rave at the other two over it, they'll be that much more likely to let Brie do as she pleases."

"I guess you're right," Adele grudgingly agreed.

"Now," Louise rejoined. "About young Miss Ho -- and her mother. Does anyone know Mrs. Ho? I think her name is Jiang Yi..."

"I think I do, by sight," Adele ventured. "Mr. Chong treats her like dirt."

"What does she look like?" Beth asked.

Adele thought about it. "Chinese. Flat, round face. Eyeglasses. One of the wide, blocky type of Chinese women you see sometimes. Nice, but about as sexy as a refrigerator. And about the same shape."

Candace looked thoughtful. "I might have seen her in Rambo's a couple of times, trolling. She's lousy at it."

"That sounds like what I've heard," Louise nodded. "Ms. Ho hasn't had sex in a long time -- and she's not happy about it. As a result, she's all over Sonya about the perils of the male sex..."

"Well, they exist," Adele mumbled.

"Sure they do -- but would you push your daughters to be lesbians because you can't get laid?" Louise countered.

"No, but if they acted like that's what they wanted, I'd let them. I did, actually."

Louise chuckled. "Alyssa likes boys. So does Sonya -- and her mother is going to go ballistic when she finds out what Sonya is up to. It's been suggested that we offer her a membership."

Jean chewed her lip. "Is this urgent?"

"We need access to Sonya -- in particular, we need to deal with her birth control issue," Louise opined. "I know the boys are looking at just who they're going to palm off on Fred -- and MOST of us are not on their short list of women they would prefer to provide him with. Think about it..."

Beth started working her fingers. "Not Sally. Not Teela. Not Alyssa..."

"No?" Adele blinked.

Louise grinned. "Whatever he's telling her to keep her in line, Damian has a soft spot for Alyssa."

"Not Jean..." Beth added a mental, 'maybe.' "Not Louise. If we count personal preference, not Adele, not Candace... That leaves me, and he made me angry the other day! And the new girls."

"And he doesn't deserve THEM, either!" Louise grated. "See?"

"So, you would palm off Fred on this poor Chinese woman? What if she doesn't like blacks?" Jean asked.

"Sonya is half black," Adele informed her. "Although Ms. Ho may carry a more solid grudge against black guys..."

Beth looked around. "I may have to ask some of you to forego personal preference..."

Louise grunted. "Feel free to teach him manners in the process!"

"When?" Jean asked.

"Today, if possible, I'd think," Louise replied. "One thing I'm hoping is that the boys will try to stop and consolidate for a while after this and we can get the adult males more integrated into things so that they can act as a brake."

Beth grimaced. "Who?"

"The boys suggested Coach and his son Hank," Louise related, "although I have no idea whether they have been contacted or not." She watched Jean out of the corner of her eye -- and she wasn't the only one. Jean didn't disappoint, either; she took on a pained expression.

"The boys felt that women should make the approach, though," Candace added. "Adele, what about you? You and I are the only ones to have ever seen her; I'll go if you will."

"I don't know if I'm... ready..." Adele muttered. Then she sighed. "But I DO have the afternoon off. Given my work schedule, it might be the only opportunity to do something like this to come along for some time!"

"Do we know where she works?" Beth asked.

"We'll get it from Sonya," Louise replied. "She does kitchen work at some restaurant on the north side." She looked at her watch. "Beth and I have to go. Candace, I'll call you. Girls, EVERYONE needs to listen to the boys and spread whatever intelligence they come by as soon as possible, okay?" She and Beth got up. "Bye, all!"

The others watched them out. "I remember when I more or less ran these meetings," Candace grumbled.

"When your head didn't hurt too much," Jean jibed.

"Yeah, yeah. Adele? Let's get to know one another."

"Great!"

Over the next hour, Adele learned some new perspectives on things.