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 A World of My Choosing   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh   Chapter
Sixteen

   After Iain told me his story, our lives were quiet and enjoyable.  We
set the rabbit snares most days and usually caught one or two.  We had more
fish than we could eat and we smoked some and froze a lot more.  We also
had more vegetables than we could eat or freeze and we experimented with
drying as a way to preserve some.  We were busy for part of most days with
our exercise routines and our garden and house work and our studies.  Every
few days, we either explored the mountain or went to the beach.  We brought
lots of bamboo up the mountain for projects I wanted to do.  And Iain and
James were both great companions for me, as good as I could have wanted.

   I noticed that Iain seemed to be spending a lot of time talking to
Aimee. A couple of times, I heard music being played but it was nothing I
recognized.  I assumed he would tell me if there was any need.

   Imagine my surprise when Radio Station I-A-I-N came on the air, starting
at eight o'clock, about an hour before we began to settle down for bed. 
Aimee was the announcer and Iain was the resident music expert.  She led
him into a brief description of the music we were going to hear and then we
heard their musical selections for the night.

   The three of us were sitting in the kitchen talking when I-A-I-N made
its unexpected debut.  Iain sat there grinning, looking at me and James,
while we listened.  There was no "tune in tomorrow night" so I didn't know
what he had planned.

   I congratulated him on a job well done and asked if we could expect more
broadcasts.

   "You really liked it?" he asked.

   "Yeah, I did.  I think we need something like that.  I hope you have
long range plans for your radio station."

   We both knew there was no radio station but I wanted to pretend with him
that there was.  James had never heard music like the classical piece,
something about the Grand Canyon, but he liked it too.

   "I wanted to see if it was OK with you and James before I went too far
with it, David," he said.  "I don't know what kind of music you like but I
wanted to start with something you might like."

   "I've never had much time for music, Iain," I said.  "I'm willing to
listen and learn.  You just play whatever you want.  James can just suffer
along with me."

   "I'm going to do an old Broadway musical by a guy named Cole Porter
soon, about an ocean cruise.  After that I want to do a classical night
again and then a golden oldies night, you know, songs like `You'll Never
Know.' My mother likes stuff like that.  I think we can be on the air about
four times and then let you rest up a few nights while Aimee and I do some
more stuff."

   "You'll never know what?" James asked.  Iain told him.

   I thought about what he was proposing for a minute or two.

   "Iain, you've been good about helping around here.  From now on I want
you to be our official radio station manager.  You can count the time you
spend on it as part of your work load.  If you don't want to help clean the
kitchen some nights, James and I will do it so you can work with Aimee."

   "You really mean it?" he exclaimed happily.

   I smiled at him and nodded.

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   As the time for a new arrival drew near, I knew that I had to face the
one task I feared most.  It was something I had never done before but it
simply had to be done.  Perhaps I was anticipating the arrival of Anna and
I did not want her to see what we had been avoiding.  Perhaps it was a
male's natural reluctance to undertake a task which is alien to his nature.

   I asked Iain and James to help me and then, sensing their reluctance, I
conscripted them.  They didn't complain when we went down the mountain to
the bamboo groves but I could tell they weren't happy.  I cut one bamboo,
held it upright, and cut it off so it was as long as I was tall.  Then I
cut down the bamboo poles I wanted, twelve as large around as my forearm,
ninety-six about as big around as my penis.  Iain and James dragged them to
a clearing, cut them to the length of the measuring pole, and stripped them
of foliage.  We had to make two trips to carry all of them back home.

   We spent an afternoon on the terrace assembling them into three
structures, squares with large bamboos as corner pieces and small bamboos
as cross pieces.  We left them outdoors where I planned to use them if the
next day was sunny.  If we needed them when it was raining, they could all
be carried indoors and placed anywhere in the center hallway.

   That night, I did something I had never done before.  I started the pool
in the bathing chamber to filling with warm water.  I sent James to find
the liquid soap in the storeroom while Iain and I retrieved the clothing we
were going to wash.  We both carried the sweaty stained clothing from the
freezer to the pool and then canvased all the bedrooms for the barely dirty
clothing we had thrown there.  We threw them all in the warm soapy water in
the pool to soak and then I took pity on Iain and James and let them talk
to Aimee for a while before they went to bed.

   The next morning after breakfast, I led them outdoors to the terrace for
our morning workout.  Iain was developing a more-muscular physique and his
white butt was almost tanned.  James had lost some of his slightly pudgy
look, was getting tanned all over, and, from the way he ate, might be
beginning a growth spurt.  I enjoyed our morning workout, naked, on the
terrace.  When they didn't talk so much, I enjoyed it more.

   Afterwards, when we went back to the bathing chamber, James threatened
to leap into the pool with the dirty soapy clothes.  I nodded and he did a
perfect cannonball right in the middle.  Of course, Iain had to do it to. I
reluctantly did it right between them.

   We spent the rest of the morning washing clothes.  James was the one who
came up with the idea of stomping the dirt out.  The three of us formed a
circle with our arms on the shoulders of the other two and stomped dirty
clothes until our legs were exhausted.  Our feet and other body parts were
wrinkled when we washed the last pieces, drained the pool, and broke for
lunch.  After lunch we filled the pool with clear water, rinsed all the
clothes by stomping again, wrung them as dry as we could, and took them
outdoors to hang them on our three drying racks in the afternoon sun.

   We all three pitched in to prepare our evening meal.  I suppose we were
all hungry but James couldn't seem to get enough.  Before the sun set, we
carried the dried clothes in, folded them, sorted them into piles, and took
them to our room.

   The day had been long and hard and I thought I might I sleep well that
night, especially after the three of us followed our nightly routine.  I
wanted to talk to Iain and James about that.

   "Are you guys OK with us masturbating together every night?  And our
wrestling matches, especially those, are you OK with all the stuff we do?"
I asked.  "I don't really want to fuck you guys but I do like it when you
give me a good blowjob.  I know I've got to give to get so I don't mind
sucking you guys off.  Are you both OK with that?"

   "Sure," James answered.  "I like it.  I used to jack off at night in the
dark under the cover and then feel like I was bad for doing it.  Now I can
do it with the lights on with you guys and not have to be ashamed of it.  I
like being like that, I mean, not ashamed of it.  When we fooled around
with each other I had a lot of fun.  I don't guess I've ever had more fun
in my life.  And I don't mind sucking another guy off if I just know he'll
do the same for me.  I stay horny; shit, I'm so damn horny I could jack off
a dozen times every day and still not be satisfied."

   "I feel the same way, David," Iain said.  "We're just being honest with
each other.  My dick is as incorrigible as James' is.  We're not hurting
anybody.  It's a lot more fun doing things with you guys than it is by
myself.  Why do you ask?"

   "Well, I just feel like I'm the grown up, the adult, here and you're
just boys and I'm supposed to set a good example for you.  I'm trying but
sometimes I don't know what's the right thing to do.  I don't want to hurt
you by doing something wrong."

   "You are doing the right thing, David," James said.  "We're just being
honest with our dicks.  We'll tell you if we think you're doing something
wrong.  Won't we, Iain?"

   "Yes, we will, David.  I think you're going to be a great leader for all
of us.  I'm going to do my best to help you."

   "Yeah, but what are Iain and I going to do when Anna comes here?" James
said, teasingly.  "You'll be getting so much pussy you'll be too worn out
to jack off with us."

   Anna!  I felt my throat tighten up and my eyes become moist and I wanted
to cry for her.  She had to come to me.  She had to.

   "James, please don't tease me about, Anna," I said.  "If you do, I may
show you one of the worst things you'll ever see."

   "What?" they both asked.

   I looked at James and then at Iain.  I wanted them to see my face.

   "Did you ever see a grown man cry?"

   They stared at me, at my eyes wet with tears, and, from the expressions
on their faces, I knew they understood.  James walked up to me and put his
arms around me.  I put one hand behind his head and the other on his back
and pulled him against my bare chest.

   "We won't tease you, David," he said.  "I hope she comes to you this
time."

   Over James' head, I looked at Iain.  I thought I saw tears in his eyes
too.

   "And, Iain, after Anna comes to me, I hope Caitlyn comes to you," I
said.

   Iain joined us, put his arms around James and me, and said, "Let's go
jack off before somebody gets the weepy-wailers.  I don't want to do it in
the shower tonight.  I want to do it in the bed.  After washing clothes
today, I'm not going to wash myself again for another week."

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   Before breakfast the next day, James and I ran our rabbit traps, both
literally and figuratively.  The traps were laid out on the mountain more
or less horizontally and in a loop, one part higher and one lower and we
ran from one trap to another as much as the terrain permitted.  I ran
slowly and James had no trouble keeping up with me.  We had one kill, a
young female.

   As we were going back home on the lower part of the loop, James asked if
we could walk.  He wasn't tired; he just wanted to talk.  I was pleased
that he wanted to talk, no matter what it was about.

   "OK," I said," what do you want to talk about?"

   "About you and I and Iain sleeping together and about us hugging each
other yesterday."

   "You mean, about you and me and Iain sleeping together; don't you?" I
asked.

   "Yeah, about you and me and Iain sleeping together.  I know better,
David.  Sometimes I just forget."

   "I hope you don't mind my correcting your grammar, James.  I'm just
trying to be a good teacher.  My mother always made me use proper English."

   `Nah, I don't mind.  I like it.  What I want to talk about is you
hugging and touching me and the way it made me feel.  I don't mean touching
my dick and my balls `cause you didn't do that except when we fooled around
with each other.  When the reverend touched me it made me feel sort of
creepy and sick.  When you touched me, I felt peaceful and good.  The first
time we slept together and you brushed my hair out of my face and then you
kept on doing it, brushing it back over my ear, that made me feel so good.
Then when we went to sleep with my head on one of your shoulders and Iain's
on the other, that made me feel so content to be here with you and Iain. 
That was good too, David; it really was."

   "I was just trying to show some affection for you, James.  This family
business is new to me but I know I've got to let you know I like you. 
Touching you like that was the only thing I could think of to do.  I want
us to learn to love each other like brothers."

   "I knew what you were doing, David, and I liked it.  I really liked it.
Maybe I liked it too much.  Sometimes it's like I need to be touched.  I
mean some sort of loving touch like you were doing.  Sometimes it gets to
be so bad, I mean me wanting to be touched, sometimes I cry.  I don't like
me when I cry `cause I feel like I ought to be more of a man or
something....I don't know...Is it normal to want to be touched so bad?"

   "I think it's normal, James.  When I was about your age, maybe a little
bit younger, my father would hug me against him.  He would put one hand
behind my head and the other on my back, and then he would do me like I did
you, just sort of stroking my hair.  I liked it when he did that because I
knew he loved me.  Maybe you've got a stronger need to be touched because
you never had a father.  I told you I'm going to try to be a good friend to
you and touching you and stroking your hair is one way I can show you how I
feel about you."

   "Yeah, that's the way you did me yesterday when I started teasing you
about Anna.  I liked it when you held me against you.  We were both naked
and I could feel your dick against my stomach but you holding me wasn't
sexy or bad or anything like that.  It was just nice.  That's why I put my
arms around you.  I wanted to see if I could make you stop hurting about
Anna but then when you put your hand behind my head and held me, I didn't
want you to turn me loose."

   "Well, just don't tease Iain about Caitlyn.  I think he loves her like I
love Anna and he's hurting because he doesn't know whether she will ever
come to him."

   "I won't, David.  Aimee showed me one movie where a guy about Iain's age
and a girl are making love and it was so beautiful and good.  They were so
gentle and kind with each other.  It seemed like it was just the way love
should be between a man and a woman.  I hope a girl like that will come to
me but I probably wouldn't know what to do with her."

   "We're going to teach you, James.  Aimee's going to let you see lots
more movies like that and she's going to give you lessons about sex.  I'm
going to talk to you sometimes about sex.  If you have any questions, I'll
answer them for you the best I can."

   "I think sometimes I ask too many questions."

   "No, you don't.  You just jack off too much."

   "Huh?"

   "James, you know I'm just kidding.  I don't think we can do it too much.
Since I came here, I'm so horny I could fuck a knothole in a hickory tree."

   "Well, I know I jack off more than I did before I came here.  If you
find an extra knot hole, write my name on it.  Maybe we'd better put Iain's
name on one too."

   "Maybe it's because you're both in better condition than when you came
here.  Our diet is about as healthy as can be, we get regular exercise, and
we're active most of every day.  I thought I was in good condition in our
old world but now I know I'm in much better health here.  I've changed a
lot and so has Iain.  You have too, maybe not as much but you're not the
same soft kid who came here."

   "Yeah, but I'd like to have a hamburger and fries and milkshake once in
a while."

   "I know.  I would too."

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   The next day was the twenty-ninth since the arrival of James.  I roused
him and Iain for another day of work around home.  They grumbled but they
followed me to the toilet to piss and then to the kitchen for breakfast.

   I wanted their help working in the garden so we all put on our moccasins
and our loincloths and went to the garden with our hoes over our shoulders.
The tomatoes needed to be tied up again, the whole garden needed to be
weeded, and we needed to pick whatever was ready.  We picked pole beans,
cucumbers, peppers, squash, carrots, the last of the lettuce, and, best of
all, lots of vine-ripe tomatoes.

   I knew I should ask Aimee's help in planning a fall garden.  I had
wished more than once for corn but I couldn't find room for it.  I wanted
the new garden to be ready for next year so we could plant more vegetables,
including corn.  The time was close to lunch when we finished.  After they
helped me carry everything in the kitchen, I let them go talk to Aimee
while I prepared something for us to eat.

   After we ate, I talked them into going out to the terrace for our
exercise routines again.  I liked to do them outside naked in the cool of
the morning.  Today, the summer heat was beginning to bear down but I knew
the shaded areas would still be comfortable.  I had used the same exercises
for years and I had started them doing some of the easier ones.  I did the
most reps of any exercise, Iain did what he could and added one rep every
ten days, and James simply did what he could.  Every few days we went for a
long run that left us sweating and gasping for breath, sometimes following
the rabbit-snare trail, sometimes climbing rapidly up the mountain and then
running back down.  I especially liked our runs together, naked except for
moccasins, running through the forest, climbing up an occasional rocky
area, alive and loving it.

   While we rested before sit-ups, I talked to them about my plans for the
days when the next person arrived.

   "Iain, it's about time for somebody else to arrive.  Maybe it will be
Anna.  Do you think you and James could run the errands and do the shopping
for the next few days?  The rabbit snares are disabled and you can reset
them whenever you want to.  The garden needs to be picked twice a day,
morning and night.  We could use some more fish.  You can try the dip nets
to see if they work OK.  If they don't, one of you will have to wade the
pool while the other spears them."

   "And we can pick some blackberries, if they're not all gone," Iain said,
grinning at the prospect of being in charge.  "While we're doing that, we
can get some fresh rosemary.  I like potatoes with rosemary and olive oil.
And we can use some eggs if the birds aren't through nesting.  It seems
like our work is never done."

   "After we get the fish, may we go to the beach, David?" James asked,
grinning too.

   "Yeah, if you'll promise not to get out over your heads," I answered,
grinning as much as they were.  They were both excellent swimmers and I
wasn't really worried about how deep the water was.  I was just being big
brother.

   "What are you going to do, David?" James asked.

   "I'm going to work on the benches," I said.  "I'm planning on ten
benches so people will have something to sit on outdoors.  We've already
split the logs and I need to smooth the tops, bore the holes for the legs,
and pound the legs in place.  I've already showed you how the adz works so
which should I do first?"

   He frowned, evidently thinking of how the adz was used, and then gave me
the answer.

   "You need to smooth the tops first, David.  Lay a split log on the
ground and brace it, then straddle it, and swing the adz toward you," he
said, and then paused for a second.  "And don't chop your legs while you're
doing it and put the legs on last."

   "That's right.  Now will you hold my feet so I can do my sit-ups?  I'll
return the favor for you and Iain next."

   I lay down on my back with my knees bent and James sat down on my feet
holding onto my calves.  Iain walked around behind James and held him down
by putting his hands on James' shoulders.  It wasn't really necessary.  I
had already promised not to flip James through the air.

   I wanted to do my usual fifty sit-ups first before they did as many as
they could.  I didn't sit on their feet.  With them side by side and ankles
close together, I could use my hands to hold them both down at the same
time.

   I crossed my arms on my chest and started.  After a few reps, Iain
leaned over and whispered something to James.  James leaned over, looked at
my penis, leaned back, shook his head no and said, "You tell him."

   "Tell me what?" I grunted.

   "Oh, nothing, David," Iain said.  "James and I are just thinking of
doing something."

   He leaned over, cupped his hand around James' ear, and whispered again.
James turned, cupped his hand over his mouth, and whispered to Iain.  I
knew something was up and it involved me.  I just kept doing my sit-ups.

   "You might as well tell me," I said.  "If you don't, I'm going to make
you run laps around the terrace."

   "Well, it's just...you need to use Nor around your dick," Iain said. 
"You've got hair growing on your balls again and your pubic hair's not
symmetrical.  It looks like your dick is on crooked."

   I had already noticed that I'd messed up a little when I had used the
Nor before and that my pubic patch was a little off center.  I didn't think
it mattered.

   "I'll let you two fix it," I said.  "If Anna comes tomorrow, I want it
to be just right."

   "Not me, boy," James said.  "I've never used it before.  Anyway what is
it, I mean Nor?"

   "It's what my father uses on his face instead of shaving," Iain said. 
"My mother uses it on her legs.  It's for removing hair.  Both of them
probably use it on their privates.  I don't know about that and I don't
want to know."

   "You mean you can put it on your balls?" James questioned.

   "Yeah, any place where you don't want hair.  If David trimmed his pubic
hair and then used Nor all over down there, he could be as hairless as you
were a couple of years ago."

   "Damn," was all James said.

   Iain turned loose of James' shoulders and walked around to where he
could see my face.

   "He needs to use it on his face too.  He's got a little mustache growing
and there's a little bit of hair on his chin.  I'll do his face and you do
his balls."

   "Not me, boy!"

   "Yeah, let's take him inside and put him in Aimee's chair and then work
on him.  We've got to get him ready for Anna," Iain said.

   "I think you two are just trying to get out of your sit-ups," I said. 
"How about both of you do twenty?"

   They did them in unison with me holding their feet down.  As soon as
they finished, they grabbed my hands, pulled me upright, and led me inside
to Aimee.  She greeted us, Iain asked her not to watch what was about to
happen, and I told her she should watch us because she needed to learn what
little boys were like.  She smiled at me and watched us.  I reclined in the
chair, spread my legs as wide as possible, and put my arms on the chair
arms.  Through squinted eyes I watched Aimee's face as she watched Iain and
James making me ready for Anna.

   "What are we going to do?" James asked.

   "We're going to trim the hair above his dick so it's all fairly short
and then try to make it symmetrical, you know, the same on both sides. 
Then we're going to rub some Nor on the hair on the shaft of his dick. 
That needs to come off."

   "You mean his dick needs to come off?  Mine doesn't come off."

   "Yeah, it does.  It comes off and spits on you.  Anyway, I didn't mean
his dick had to come off.  I meant the hair on the shaft.  See here."

   I felt a finger touch me just where the shaft and my scrotum come
together.

   "Oh."

   "I wonder where he hides it when he has pants on.  He must bend it back
between his legs."

   "Yeah, he bends it back between his legs and puts the head between his
butt cheeks."

   "No, dummy, he stuffs the head up his asshole.  He only takes it out
when he has to shit."

   "Really!"

   "Yeah, I've seen him do it."

   "Let's try it!"

   Somebody giggled or snickered or chuckled, whatever boys do.

   "Nah, it would just be in the way.  We've got to rub Nor on his balls."

   "You do it."

   "No, you hold his balls up out of the way first and I'll rub the Nor
between his legs."

   "Shit.  I can't lift them.  I'm just thirteen and I can't lift that much
weight."

   "Well you lift one and I'll lift the other."

   I heard two boys trying not to giggle, probably keeping their mouths
closed but making a sound anyway.  I felt two hands on me, each tugging one
testicle upward, and then some fingers rubbing Nor behind my scrotum all
the way to the crack of my ass.

   "Now you rub some on his balls."

   "Not me, boy!"

   "I will if you will."

   "Shit!"

   I felt two hands gently rubbing Nor on my testicles and I also felt my
dick beginning to stand up and look around to see what was going on.

   "Damn, he's getting a hard-on."

   "Look at that sucker grow, damn, I mean fucker!  Damn!"

   "Yeah.  Wow!  Sheeiit!"

   "You hold it still and I'll rub some Nor on the shaft."

   "Not me, boy!  I'm not going to touch that thing!"

   "It won't bite you."

   "I know but it might spit on me."

   "Oh, fuck!"

   "What makes it get so much bigger?"

   "He's got two thingys inside him.  One's a pump.  When his brain sends
out an order, his pump sends about a gallon of blood into his dick."

   "Where's the blood come from?

   "His brain, stupid.  Everybody knows that."

   "Well, what's the other thingy?"

   "It's a winch.  See that cable running down the shaft of his dick.  When
the winch pulls on that cable, that makes it stand up."

   "Sheeiiitt!"

   I heard two boys giggling.  I chuckled.

   "Well you hold it straight up and I'll rub some Nor on his belly where
the hair is starting to grow back."

   I felt somebody's thumb and a finger holding my dick upright and then a
finger rubbing the stuff on the shaft and around on my stomach.

   "Are we through now?"

   "No, I want to trim his sideburns so they look like mine and then we've
got to do his face."

   "Can you do mine so they look like yours?  I like that look."

   Iain's sideburns weren't cut straight across like mine.  They were
trimmed so they came down diagonally to a sharp point.  James' sideburns
were so long and tangled I couldn't tell if they had ever been cut.

   "I can try.  I'm not going to cut your hair though.  When it gets a
little longer, you can wear it in a pig tail like his."

   "You mean pony tail."

   "Sheeit!  Whatever."

   My hair was already long when I came here and it had not been cut in
three months.  Sometimes, I pulled it back and tied something around it.

   And that's the way the conversation went for the next hour or so.

   They trimmed my sideburns to a point and rubbed Nor on all the
appropriate places.  Next James and I did Iain.  His dick was already
standing up before we rubbed Nor on his testicles and behind them.  I
rubbed some on his upper lip to get rid of his faint mustache and then
decided I might as well do his face.  James wanted his sideburns trimmed so
Iain and I did the best we could.  He had a very faint mustache so we
rubbed Nor on it.  We rubbed Nor on his balls and behind them even though
there was almost no hair growing on them.  We left his little pubic patch
alone.  His dick was already standing up too.

   After fifteen minutes of exposure to the sun we went back inside and
showered.  A little bit of hair and three loads of semen went down the
drain.  We stood in a row, jacking off in a contest to see who could
ejaculate the farthest.  I felt like a kid having fun in a circle jerk
again.  James won the contest.

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   "David, someone else has arrived!  I think it's Anna!"

   I was outside working on the benches when I heard Aimee call out.  I was
smoothing the top of a log, the last one, when she called and I didn't hear
her clearly.

   I stopped, leaned on the adz, and wiped the sweat off my brow.  I had
pulled my hair back and tied it with a piece of cloth and I was wearing
nothing but moccasins and a loin cloth.  The time was a little after noon
and the day was getting hot.  I had sweated a great deal and I would have
taken off the loin cloth if it had not been for the wood chips flying
upward against me and sticking in my sweat.

   "What did you say, Aimee?" I asked.  "I couldn't hear you clearly."

   "I said someone else has arrived, David.  I think it is Anna.  Do not
hurry.  She is sleeping."

   Don't hurry!  That's ridiculous.  I ran as fast as I could across the
terrace, through the already-open doors, down the hallway, and into Aimee's
room.  I had thought that since Iain and James and I had all arrived during
the night that the next arrival would too.  I was wrong.

   It was Anna!

   She was lying on her side, as she might be when sleeping in her own bed,
naked, legs bent, one hand under her head, the other between her knees.  I
could see the slow rise and fall of her chest.  Her face was peaceful.  I
stood there looking at her in wonder.

   She had lost weight, not much, but enough so that I could see that she
was thinner.  Her hair had been long, down to her breasts when I first met
her, then just down to her shoulders when we went to Flagstaff.  Now it was
cut so short that it was like a boy's hair and almost all the curl was
gone. Her finger and toenails were not painted and she had not shaved her
legs in some time.  The way she was resting, I couldn't see where else she
might not have shaved.  I didn't care whether she ever shaved her legs or
painted her nails.  She was beautiful and she was my Anna and she was here.

   I turned to Aimee for a moment and held my finger to my lips.  She
nodded and I knew she understood.

   I had put a light blanket in one of the chairs, in anticipation of the
possibility that the next arrival would be a woman and she might not want
to be naked in from of me and Iain and James.  I picked it up and gently
spread it over her.  She squirmed a little, pulled the blanket closer
around her throat, and settled into sleep again.  I wanted so much to wake
her so she could know that she was with me.  I walked over in front of
Aimee.

   "Aimee, can you check her vital signs without disturbing her?" I
whispered.  "There doesn't seem to be any sign of trauma from being brought
here."

   "David, I do not think there is any cause for concern about her.  Her
temperature is slightly elevated at sixty-seven point three on the David
scale.  Her heart rate is forty-eight beats per minute which is normal for
someone who is sleeping."

   "Good.  I don't expect Iain and James yet but when they come home, I
don't want you to tell them that Anna's here.  Let me know as soon as they
come up on the terrace, please.  I want to surprise them."

   "Yes, David."

   "Now, could you give us privacy, please?" I whispered.  "You may watch
but blank your monitor.  I'm going to wake her and I don't want to have to
explain you to her for a while."

   "Yes, David," she said.  "I will give you privacy with Anna.  When you
want me, just say `apples' and I will come back.  I want so much to meet
Anna."

   "Apples?"

   "Yes, David," she said, and her monitor went blank.

   I went back to where Anna was sleeping soundly and bent over her,
holding on to the arms of the recliner.  I watched her sleeping for a
minute or so.  There was no make-up on her face.  Her eyebrows were bushier
than I remembered them but her long eye-lashes were the same.  Her cheeks
were faintly pink and her lips were a light shade of red, even without
lipstick.  She was perfect, she was beautiful, and I loved her.

   "Anna, it's David.  Wake up, please," I said softly.

   She stirred slightly but she remained asleep.

   "Anna, it's David.  I'm here.  Wake up, please," I said, a little
louder.

   "Ummm, David, who let you in my room?"

   That told me that she thought she was still in her room somewhere.  That
meant that there had not been a sudden emergency such as James and I had
experienced.

   "Anna, I'm not in your room.  You're with me, in my room.  Please wake
up."

   She turned over on her back, struggled to open her eyes, and finally
managed to look up at me.  Then she opened her eyes wide, grabbed me around
the neck, and yanked me down against her."

   "David, it is you!  Where have you been?"

   "No questions, Anna," I said, somewhere in the vicinity of her ear.  "We
have plenty of time for questions later.  How do you feel?"

   She stretched her arms above her head and every muscle in her body
tensed for just a moment.  Then her arms came around my back again.

   "I'm...sleepy, David.  I'm OK... but I'm sleepy...and I ache all
over...and I've got to pee.  Where have you been?"

   I lifted my head so I could see her face.

   "Will you let me carry you to the toilet?  It's just around the corner
from this room."

   She blinked her eyes rapidly and had trouble focusing on me.

   "I can walk, David.  Just show me where it is."

   "I know you can walk but please let me carry you.  I want to."

   "OK," she sighed.

   I picked her up under her back and knees.  She wrapped her arms around
my neck and nestled her head against my throat.

   "Where have you been, David?" she said.  "I thought you were dead,"

   "No, Anna, I'm very much alive, more alive than I've been in many years.
And you're alive too and we're together.  That's all that matters."

   "Good," she said, as I went in the women's side of the toilet with her.

   "I'm going to stand you up now, Anna.  Hang on to me, please."

   "OK," she said.

   I pulled open the door to one of the commodes and held it open for her.
She walked in and sat down.  I started to shut the door.

   "Don't shut the door, David.  I want to look at you."

   I held the door open while she peed and looked at me.

   "What's that you've got on, David?  And what are all those wood chips
doing on your legs and stomach and chest?"

   "It's a loincloth, Anna.  It's summer now and this is about all I wear.
It's to keep the bugs off my butt.  The wood chips are from some benches I
was building."

   She looked me up and down a few times.

   "Well, take it off.  I want to see if it's really you."

   I untied the loincloth and let it drop to the floor.  She looked at what
had been covered.  My penis and testicles were all hanging their lowest
from the heat and exertion and, like the rest of my body, were wet with
sweat.

   "Yeah, it's you.  I'm glad it's you.  My David with his big dick.  I
love you, David.  I love you but I ache and I'm sleepy."

   "I love you too, Anna."

   She had stopped peeing but she just sat there, looking me up and down.

   "Where's the toilet paper, David?" Her eyes kept closing for a second
and I could tell she was struggling to stay awake and to keep them open.

   "I'm sorry, Anna.  We seem to have run out.  I'll go to the store
tomorrow.  Have you ever used a bidet?"

   "No," she said, as her eyes closed again.

   "Well, you're about to use a very nice one.  Press the button on the
wall to your right."

   She managed to hold her eyes open long enough to press the button.  I
grinned at her reaction as the warm water spurted up against her bottom.  I
waited until the warm water was replaced with warm air.  I'd liked
someone's solution to personal hygiene the first time I'd used it.  I hoped
she liked it too because there wasn't going to be any toilet paper.

   "Ummm, that's nice, David," she said.  "You can forget about going to
the store for toilet paper."

   "That's good, Anna.  The store is quite a distance away."

   Still sitting there, she looked me up and down critically.

   "You've changed, David.  You're tanned all over and you've lost weight
and your mustache is gone and your hair is so long.  Is it really you?"

   "Yes, Anna.  It's really me.  If you're through, I want to carry you to
bed and let you sleep a little longer.  To sleep, Anna.  That's all."

   "Okey, doke," she whispered, barely audibly.

   I took her to my bed, put her down gently, and covered her with my
blanket.  She didn't want me to leave her so I sat down on the edge of the
bed.  She wanted me to hold her so I crawled over her and lay down behind
her.  I kept the blanket between us because I didn't trust my treacherous
penis to behave.

   She wanted to feel me against her and she struggled to pull the blanket
from between us.  I spooned up behind her with my arm over her shoulders
and my hips far enough away from hers so my penis wasn't touching her. 
That wasn't what she wanted.  She took my hand and placed it on her soft
breast and then reached back and put her hand on my hip and pulled me
toward her until my penis was nestled between her legs.

   My penis betrayed me.  I told it not to respond but it refused to
listen. I lay there feeling it swell until it was stiff as a bamboo pole.
She started gently snoring so I lay there with a raging hard-on against her
pussy.  Sometime later, she stirred and said something.

   "Ummm, that's nice, David."

   I didn't say anything.  I didn't move.  My penis wanted to fuck her
immediately.  My heart wanted to love her now and have sex with her later.
My reason told me not to do it with her almost incoherent with sleep.  I
didn't know what to do.

   She decided what she wanted me to do.  She rolled over on her back,
tugged me on top of her, wrapped her legs around my legs and her arms
around my chest, and squeezed me against her.  My penis was still between
her legs, pressed against her vulva.  She reached between us, caught it
with her hand, and pointed it to where she wanted it to go.  I gave in and,
in a series of pushes and pull-backs, my penis sank into her vagina until I
felt my testicles against her ass cheeks.  I tried to be still.  I really
did.  My dick would have none of it.  It pushed my hips back and pulled
them forward a few times.  I tried to resist but in just a few strokes I
reached the point of no return and I poured out my offering into her sacred
depths.

   "Ummm, that's what I wanted," she said, and wrapped her arms and legs
around me tighter.  "That's what I needed."

   She slowly faded into sleep again.  I lay there on top of her, trying to
keep my weight off her but she had me in a vice-like grip.  My penis
couldn't make up its mind whether it was satisfied or not so it stayed hard
and ready for another turn.  I told it to behave.  Finally it decided it
didn't have to be hard to enjoy her warm wet environment and it subsided
into a swollen softness.  I lifted my head from hers and looked down at
her. She was sleeping with a little smile on her face.
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