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

   A few days after Caitlyn's arrival, after dinner one night when the
table had been cleared and the kitchen cleaned, we were all sitting at the
table in our usual places, talking.  James, Anna, and I sat on one side. 
Caitlyn and Iain sat on the other with Iain in front of me.  Lucky was
sleeping at James' feet.  James mangled the beginning of what he wanted to
say.

   "David, me and Iain, I mean, Iain and I, we want...oh, shit!  Iain and I
want to do a project.  We want to make some chess boards and chess pieces."

   "Aimee, how is James doing in the English class with you?" I asked.

   "He is making excellent progress, David," she answered.  "He can use
correct grammar whenever he wishes.  He can also use improper grammar when
he wishes to provoke me into chastising him.  I chose to ignore his little
ploy this time."

   I looked at him and frowned.  "Did you do that deliberately?"

   He lowered his head.  "Yeah."

   "Well, stop it," I said, but I was smiling.  "Aimee, is he a good
student?  Does he respect his teacher and do what she says?"

   "Yes, David," she said.  "He is a very good student.  He likes to do
things that are fun to him.  Sometimes I cannot understand his humor."

   "Give me an example," I said.

   "You may tell him, Aimee," James said, grinning.  "I don't care."

   "I had assigned him an area to study which included dangling
participles. At his last English lesson, to test whether he did his
homework, I asked him to compose a sentence with a dangling participle.  He
said and I am quoting him, `While Iain's dick is erect, he is not a
dangling participle.' I required a few seconds to think about what he said.
I am not sure I understand what he meant."

   "James, what am I going to do with you?" I asked.

   Iain stuck his tongue out at James and made a face.  James showed him a
furtive finger.  I reached around Anna and hit James gently behind the
head. He cringed as though I'd really smacked him.  Caitlyn was frowning as
if she didn't know what to think about the way we were with each other. 
Anna was trying to keep a straight face.

   "Please do not be angry with him, David," Aimee said.  "He is a delight
to have as a student.  He is extremely intelligent, quick-witted, and
always does what I require of him.  I am learning so much from him about
what it means to be a human."

   "OK, I won't paddle him this time.  How is Iain as a student?"

   "He is doing only one class with me.  He is struggling in physics but
that is unimportant.  His talents lie in another area.  For example, did
you know that he plays four different musical instruments?"

   "Oh?  What are they?" I asked.  I couldn't even play one.

   "He plays the piano, the violin, the cello, and the double bass.  I have
recordings of him playing each."

   "Why didn't you tell us?  I asked, looking at Iain.

   "What good would it have done?" he said.  "You would have thought I was
just bragging.  I also play a fifth instrument that came from my home
world. It can simulate the major wind and string instruments from your
world.  It's called the tallum.  The note I left for my parents asks them
to send us some musical instruments, especially my tallum.  My father
probably won't."

   "Your mother sent us some food," Anna said.  "Perhaps she will send us
some musical instruments too.  I really hope so."



   He seemed sad and I wondered if he missed his parents and his music.  I
wanted to change the subject.

   "Well, what's the project you and James want to do?" I said.

   "We'd like to scratch chess boards on a couple of the tables here in the
mess hall," James said.  "Then we want to make the chess pieces out of
bamboo and shells.  Iain came up with the idea.  He says we can cut bamboo
pieces to serve as the base for the pieces and then use different sea
shells on the top for the knights and other guys.  We would have something
to do on cold winter days.  Winter is coming and the night is long and full
of terror."

   I didn't know what he meant by his last sentence and my face showed it.

   "A Game of Thrones," he said, as if that meant anything to me.  "It was
a television series years ago."

   I shrugged.  "OK but why just you and Iain?  Why not involve Caitlyn and
Anna and me?  With five of us looking for sea shells, we might find enough
in one trip."

   "We've been exploring the idea with Aimee," Iain said.  "From the
information we've given her, she has a good idea how the water currents
interact with the shore line.  She says there's a place on the South-East
side of the mountain where the current swings around and hits a little hook
extending out from the land.  That's her best guess where we're going to
find a lot of shells."

   "Sounds good," I said.  "When do you want to go?  Do you need to cut
some more bamboo?

   "We've already got the bamboo," James said.  "We don't need big pieces,
just little stuff.  There's plenty of that, leftover pieces, lying around
outside from other things we've done and it's already dried.  We're ready
to go look for shells anytime but it's a little far.  We need to make an
early start and we'll get back late."

   "OK.  You and Iain are in charge.  Make plans for what we need to do and
let me know when you're ready," I said.

   "Aimee says there's a place close to where the sea shells might be that
may be a good swimming place," Iain said.  "It's a protected inlet on the
South side of the mountain.  Aimee thinks the current from the South may be
driving sand into the inlet and there will probably be a big beach there.
We could look for the sea shells first and then look for the beach if
there's time."

   "That ties in with something I've got in mind," I said.  "We're on a
mountain connected to the mainland by an isthmus so narrow I can throw a
stone across it in places.  I've been thinking about circumnavigating the
mountain at the shoreline.  I don't know how many days it will take, maybe
three or four, and it won't be easy.  We'll have to live off the land and
we'll sleep outdoors.  I want you all to start thinking about a trip like
that and what we'll need to do to prepare."

   "I want to go, David," James said.

   "Don't be in any hurry, James," I said.  "This is going to take a lot of
planning.  It may be next spring before we try it."

   "I'd like to go too, David," Anna said.  "If I'm not pregnant, I don't
want to have to stay home while you guys go exploring."

   I was looking at Iain, sitting in front of me.  I could tell he wanted
to go too but now he had Caitlyn to consider.  Would she go?  There would
be others with us before we went around the mountain.  Would they want to
go too?

   "All I want to do now is plant the idea," I said.  "We'll talk about it
more before we decide when and who goes."

   "I want to go too, David," Iain said, looking at Caitlyn.

   "I want to stay here, Iain," she said.  "There will be others here
before you go.  I can stay with them.  David doesn't need a big crowd to
worry about."

   I was pleased with her assertiveness and the strength with which she
spoke.

   "You don't mind if I go and leave you for a few days?" Iain persisted.

   "No, I want you to go," she said, looking at me.  "You don't need to
worry about me all the time.  I'll be fine here with somebody else."

   I nodded but I didn't say anything else.  We started to get up to leave
the kitchen but I thought of something else.

   I leaned over to Anna and whispered in her ear, "What's a dangling
participle?"

   She hit me gently behind the head.  I cringed.

   <><><>

   The next night, after dinner, Anna volunteered me to help pick the
garden and we left the other three to clean the kitchen.  Now that we were
applying small doses of bat fertilizer, the whole garden had taken on a
second life.  Our tomato plants were now as tall as my head and still
producing profusely.  The pole beans had grown up the bamboo tripods to the
three meter or so heights and were now trailing down.  I had stopped
picking the original planting and had made a second planting at the base of
the first.  The second was now beginning to produce.  I was letting the
first go to seed and the dried beans were almost ready to be picked for
storage for winter.  Anna was picking the tomatoes and I was carrying as
usual.

   "David, why can't we use your name as our married name?" Anna asked.  "I
don't mean Blunderbuss.  I mean your real name, whatever it is."

   "I like the idea of us choosing a married name together," I said. 
"Don't you?  I'm proud of my father's name but it's an Anglicized version
of a Russian name.  Nobody pronounces it correctly.  Why don't we use your
name?"

   She stretched on tiptoes to reach a tomato.  I loved the way she looked,
in nothing but a loincloth and moccasins.  With her arms up like that, her
breasts were even more beautiful.

   "Uh, uh, my old name's French and it's just as bad.  You decide on
something for us."

   "You decide.  I can't consummate our marriage until you pick a new name
and I'm getting horny."

   "You're always horny.  And I think you've consummated our marriage quite
a few times since the ceremony."

   "Let's talk about something else.  I want you to help me do something
for Iain and Caitlyn."

   "What?  Would you get that tomato?  I can't reach it."

   I put down the bag and reached up for the tomato.

   "I want us to show them how it's done," I said.

   "I think they know how.  They've consummated their marriage almost every
night since the ceremony.

   "Well, he had to do without while she had her period.  He told me she is
still not very adventurous.  He says he can go down on her but he doesn't
think she can turn loose and enjoy it.  She won't do him.""

   "What do you want to show them?"

   "Oh, I don't know.  Maybe we could all go in the lounge and start
talking and then playing around.  You could tease me and I'll protest that
I don't want to do it in front of her.  When I get a hard-on, I'll make
sure she sees it.  Then I'll get down on my knees and give you a good
licking.  What do you think, so far?"

   "Sounds good to me.  And then I'll get down on my knees and try to suck
the head off your dick.  Do you think they'll watch us?"

   "Wouldn't you?  What about James?  I asked."

   "Maybe we'll let him play too.  I mean just with me, not with her. 
You're hoping they'll follow our example; aren't you?"

   "Yeah.  Do you think it would work?"

   "Maybe.  I don't think I should give you a blow job and then swallow.  I
don't think she's ready for that.  After I suck your dick for a while,
maybe I'll just use my hand and make you squirt.  That makes me hot, seeing
all that semen flying out.  Maybe it will make her little pussy drool."

   "If you don't mind James playing, I'll tell him what we're trying to
do," I said.  "He should know that we want him involved so he'll play his
part."

   She handed me a tomato from the last bush, reaching behind her back,
while I was looking at her derriere.  I didn't notice her hand until she
wiggled it up and down a couple of times.  She turned and looked at me.

   "What were you looking at?" she asked.

   "Nothing.  I just...I love you, Anna," I said.  "Have I told you that
lately?"

   "No, I don't think so.  I don't remember."

   "Liar.  I said it last night."

   "That was when you were coming," she said.  "That doesn't count."

   "It does too.  It counts double."

   "Well, I love you when you're standing there looking at my ass and
holding a big sack of tomatoes."

   "I wasn't looking at your ass."

   "Liar.  We've got to wash some clothes.  The floor to one bed chamber is
just about covered with dirty clothes."

   "Yes ma'am."

   <><><>

   One morning, we all greeted the day together.  Aimee played Morning by
Edvard Grieg and then Iain sang O What a Beautiful Morning from Oklahoma.
His beautiful tenor voice mesmerized everybody.

   Every few nights, we listened to radio station IAIN again.  At night, on
one occasion, he played music from Les Miserables and on another he played
something by Beethoven.  Nobody yawned or went to sleep so I suppose
everybody liked his music.

   <><><>

   Another morning, we all climbed to the top of the mountain and explored
it more thoroughly.  None of us could find a way to get into the
translucent dome which was probably our power source.  There were no large
trees on top of the mountain, just a jumble of boulders.  We looked for a
cave as a possible way to get in the dome and couldn't find one.

   We had brought picnic fare so we had lunch of bread with fried rabbit,
not chicken, and raw fruit and vegetables.  There was something about
eating outdoors on top of the mountain with its view in every direction
that made our food seem like something fit for a king or queen.

   While we were eating, I watched the sky to see if I could spot another
raptor bird.  I wasn't worried about it attacking us because Aimee's shield
had worked once and I expected it to again.  I told them about my two
experiences with the bird and they helped me watch.  Finally I spotted one
soaring high above the peak of the mountain.  I told the others to lie down
on their backs and remain still to see if we could lure it into swooping
down.  We watched for a while and the raptor bird flapped its wings only a
couple of times.  James ventured a guess that it was riding the thermal
updraft off the mountain and I suppose that was as good an explanation as
any.  The bird never showed any interest in five corpses.

   We explored the mountain side on the way down and finally arrived home
about dinner time.  There were leftovers in the room that served as our
refrigerator and we all found something to eat.  It was another perfect day
in paradise.

   <><><>

   Some days later, when the time for a new arrival was close, I asked the
others go in the lounge with me for a while.  A couch and a love seat had
been moved so they were facing each other.  James flopped down on the love
seat and I sat with him.  Anna took a place on the couch next to Caitlyn
and Iain.  Anna and Caitlyn both demurely crossed their legs.  It was all
just as we had planned it.

   "This isn't a conference.  I just wanted to make some things clear to
Caitlyn and then to talk about some things on my mind.  If you have
something you want to say, just butt in anytime, OK?"

   I saw four nodding heads.

   "First I want to make sure Caitlyn understands something about Aimee's
abilities.  She can monitor our activities as long as we're inside or even
outside for a short distance.  I don't know how she does it but she says
she sees us and hears us.  I was bothered by that at first and I've become
accustomed to it now.  She says she likes to learn from us about what it's
like to be human beings."

   I paused for a moment and looked around at the others.

   "I've given her permission to monitor me no matter what I'm doing.  When
Anna joined me, I explained Aimee's nature to her and she gave Aimee
permission to monitor her.  That means she has permission to monitor us
when we are in our bed chamber making love.  If she is to understand us as
human beings, she must be able to observe us in every way, including our
sexual activities."

   I paused again and looked at Caitlyn.  She was hanging onto every word.
Anna slouched down on the couch and uncrossed her legs.  I quickly glanced
at her beautiful legs and saw a little skin between them where her
loincloth didn't quite cover.  If James played his part, he had looked at
the same place.  Caitlyn looked down too and I knew she had seen where my
eyes and James' had flashed.

   "Aimee says I am the one individual whose instructions she must obey," I
said.  "I have yielded that power in certain ways.  First of all, if any of
you wish, she must give you absolute privacy in certain places or ways. 
All you have to do is tell her and she will obey you.  Since I have yielded
that authority to you, I cannot take it back.  Your bed chamber is totally
under your control.  Do you understand?"

   Anna and James quickly said yes.  Iain looked at Caitlyn.  When she
nodded, so did he.  Anna scratched a non-existent itch about half way up
her thigh.  I looked again and saw Caitlyn look down at Anna's hand.

   "Good.  Now here's another aspect of the same thing.  If you let her
observe you, you can make sure she never tells anyone else what she sees.
Just tell her never to tell anyone else.  She will obey you."

   "I don't want her to tell anybody what Iain and I do," Caitlyn
whispered.

   "I heard you, Caitlyn," Aimee said.  "I will never tell anyone what you
and Iain do in your bedchamber or anywhere else.  Is that what you wish?"

   "Yes, Anna," Iain said.  "That's what we wish."

   "Caitlyn, Aimee has never intruded when Anna and I are making love,"
Anna said.  "If we ask her a question, she will respond but otherwise she
is totally silent.  She's never intrusive.  I hope you and Iain will let
her observe you.  What you do in your bed chamber is your business and no
one else's.  Aimee understands that."

   Anna scratched a non-extent itch on one breast, dropped her hand, put it
back on her breast, and toyed with the nipple for a moment.  James and I
watched, of course.  So did Caitlyn.  Iain seemed puzzled at something
until he leaned forward and looked at Anna.

   "It's almost time for our next arrival," I said "I'd like to stay here
until then.  Anna's nursing skills may be needed so I'd like her to stay
with me.  I'll leave it up to you three to do a few things for us, like
pick the garden.  We have enough rabbits for a few days so there's no need
to reset the rabbit snares."

   In my peripheral vision, I noticed James drop his hand to his lap,
slowly slide it under his loincloth, and then keep on slowly moving his
hand.  Good.  He was playing his part.  I saw Caitlyn looking at what he
was doing.

   "We're out of fish and we need someone to go get some," I said "I liked
what we got out of the lake so maybe you can go there.  If you want to go
to the beach, you could do that and then check the fish trap afterwards. 
The storm we had a few days ago may have damaged the fish trap.  If you
can, repair it.  If it's too big a job, just leave it and we'll all go
after the new arrival gets here.  It's up to you.  Just get us some fish.

   I slid my hand under my loincloth and wrapped it around my penis.  It
was engorged but not ready to stand up.  I stroked it a few times, all the
while acting as if I didn't know what my hand was doing.  I hoped Anna and
James would help me because I was about to run out of anything to talk
about.

   "Maybe Iain and I can kill another deer," James said.  "I asked Aimee
about their behavior and she put some stuff on my tablet.  Did you know
that the rutting season...that's the mating season...begins in the fall. 
Bucks get so much testosterone that they're really aggressive.  Maybe we
could kill a doe.  I'm about as horny as a buck in rut."

   He grinned widely and then pulled his loincloth to one side and proudly
displayed his hard-on, holding it straight up, red head shining.  At
fourteen, it looked as big as a full-grown man's.  I saw Caitlyn react with
a gasp and big eyes.  Iain was smiling a little.  I had told him in general
what we were going to do.  He furtively slid his hand under his loincloth.
There was already a big bump there.

   "That's right, James," I said.  "Don't bother the bucks unless you have
to do it to protect yourselves.  I'd like to try for some more pork but
that can wait until after our next arrival comes."

   I reached to the side, untied my loincloth, and then pushed it off.  I
held my hard-on straight up like James and he and I compared our erections.
Caitlyn's eyes homed in on my hard-on and then flitted back and forth
between me and James.  James reached over, wrapped his hand around my
penis, and stroked it a few times.  I reached over to his penis and
returned the favor.

   "You're as horny as a buck in rut, too," James said.  "If the next
arrival is a girl, you're going to scare her to death when she sees your
big dick."

   Iain decided to help.  "When I sat in on the meetings at Greystones,
they said once that everybody who came here would be very young.  I got the
idea that they would be sending teen agers who wouldn't be missed if they
disappeared.  Somebody referred to them as society's castaways."

   "That includes me," James said.  "I don't think anybody would miss me."

   Anna untied her loincloth, threw it to one side, spread her legs, and
slouched down so that her hairless vulva was displayed.  James and I
immediately looked there.  Caitlyn looked down at Anna and again her face
showed maybe surprise or shock.  Anna casually dropped one hand down
between her legs and used a couple of fingers to slowly rub her pussy.

   "Just don't disappear again, James," Iain said.  "I know I'd miss you
and I think the others would too."

   He untied his loincloth, swept it to one side, and held his erection
straight up with his thumb and one finger.  I saw him pull down until his
foreskin retracted and the shiny head of his penis showed.  He stroked up
and down a few times and then held it still for our admiration.  Caitlyn
looked at his penis, at James', and then at mine.

   Iain leaned over and whispered in Caitlyn's ear.  She whispered
something back and finally uncrossed her legs.  He untied her loincloth and
swept it to one side.  She still had her legs together and her little
hairless pussy was hidden.

   Anna reached down with both hands and pulled the lips to her pussy
apart. Two sets of eyes fastened there for a moment.  Then she flicked her
tongue out a couple of times.

   "Yeah, I'll do it for you," I said.  "You've been teasing me too much.
Now I'm going to give you a good licking."

   I dropped to my knees in front of her, pulled her forward until her
pussy was at the edge of the couch, slid both hands under her butt, and
lifted her.  At the first touch of my tongue, she put both hands behind my
head and pulled me forward.  I deliberately tried to make a little noise
when I licked her.  She started groaning, almost inaudibly at first,
gradually getting louder.  If my mouth had not been busy, I might have
smiled at the demonstration of her pleasure.

   I took a deep breath and looked to the side.  Iain was on his knees but
Caitlyn still had her legs together and he couldn't reach his goal.  He
whispered to her and I saw her legs separate as she yielded to him.  I
glanced quickly at her little virginal hairless pussy, just a slit between
plump mounds with nothing to show any arousal.

   I closed my eyes and resumed licking Anna's pussy.  I was deliberately
very slow and gentle and wasn't trying to make her come.  With Anna, I
didn't want to get too far ahead of Iain with Caitlyn.  I took another
breath, glanced to the side, and saw just the back of his head between her
legs with her hands in his long hair.  I looked up and saw Caitlyn leaning
back with her eyes closed and a slight smile on her lips.

   I felt something touch me on the shoulder and I glanced up at James.  He
whispered, "Let me," and I moved aside, stood up, and let him get in
position.  Caitlyn watched while James and I changed positions.  I don't
know what she was thinking or feeling but I thought I saw more than a
little arousal on her face.

   Anna opened her eyes briefly and smiled at her new lover.  I watched for
a few seconds and saw James doing the same thing I had been doing.  Then I
glanced at what Iain was doing with Caitlyn.  I wanted to wait for another
minute or so to give both couples a little more time before I whispered to
Anna to go to the next step in our plan.

   "That's good, James," I heard Anna whisper but loud enough for the
couple next to her to hear.  "You're going to be a wonderful lover for all
the women who come here."

   "I hope so," James answered.  I touched him on the back and motioned
with my thumb for him to yield the floor to me.  Anna may have interpreted
the motion as meant for her.  She stood up too and pushed me down on the
couch next to Caitlyn.

   She cupped one hand under my testicles, wrapped her other hand around
the shaft of my penis, and took the head in her mouth.  I groaned too,
theatrically, so Caitlyn would hear me.  My eyes were squinted, almost
closed, and I saw Iain standing and holding out his hand to her.

   Iain pulled her up and stood there holding her for a moment, both of
them looking at what Anna was doing to me.  I heard him whisper something
and she whispered back.  More whispers.  I suppose she yielded again
because, still holding her hand, he sat down beside me and I saw her ease
down on her knees in front of him.  I watched what she was doing out of my
squinted eyes.  She did exactly the same thing to Iain that Anna was doing
to me.  She was sucking his dick slowly and gingerly but at least she had
her mouth on it for the first time.  I smiled contentedly, closed my eyes,
let Anna have here way with me.

   She was slow and gentle in stroking my penis and sucking and licking the
head.  I didn't feel any urgency to come yet and I was glad because I
wanted to give Caitlyn more time to pleasure Iain.  I opened my eyes
briefly and saw her still bent over him, her long golden hair, hiding
whatever she was doing.  I closed my eyes and relaxed again.

   Anna stopped and leaned back.  I opened my eyes and saw James beside her
with his thumb lifted and I knew he wanted a turn.  I didn't mind.  I
wanted to cool off for a while.  I stood up and let James sit down beside
Iain.

   "Do you want me to do you, James?" Anna asked.  I knew she had said it
so someone else would hear her.  Caitlyn heard.  She opened her eyes,
looked at James, at his penis, held straight up with one hand, and at Anna,
leaning over his middle.  She watched as Anna gave James a little
attention, then closed her eyes, and resumed her efforts with Iain.

   I took a couple of deep breaths and relaxed.  Success!  Caitlyn had
followed our example.  I looked at Iain.  He had a broad smile of
contentment on his face.

   I looked down at Caitlyn's little ass, showing in all its beauty while
she sucked Iain's dick.  I had a sudden primeval impulse to grab her by her
hip bones, to shove twenty-centimeters of hard dick in her little pussy,
and make her squeal like that little piggy did until I let Little Boy kiss
his throat.  Maybe I'd shove a few centimeters up her cute little asshole
too.  It looked inviting, a hairless little pick pucker just above her
hairless little slit.  I knew she'd really squeal if I did it.  I wanted
to. I wanted to fuck her and make her squeal and break her and make her
yield to a man so she'd suck his dick until he came and then she'd swallow
every drop.  I wanted to fuck her until she forgot all about her religious
shit and the popes and priests and pedophiles and all their fucking rules
about what was natural and what wasn't when they had sworn never to fuck a
woman, just altar boys and that was the most unnatural thing a man could
do.

   Then I looked up at Iain, leaned back with a slight smile on his face,
hands resting gently on Caitlyn's shoulders, and I shook my head to try to
get rid of the evil thoughts of what I wanted to do to Caitlyn.  I wanted
to keep him as a friend.  I knew I was going to need him.  I didn't ever
want to do anything again to hurt him.  And I was suddenly ashamed of
myself for what I wanted to do to Caitlyn.  Poor little Caitlyn.  She was
still a child but she was now suffering the consequences of wanting a man
to love her and having to please him.  I was ashamed of myself but I knew I
still wanted to do make her squeal.

   Everything had gone according to plan.  Anna and I had agreed that this
was as far as we would go while the five of us were together.  Now I was
going to give her a little more time with James and then make a suggestion
that we move to our bedchambers, Anna and I, and, of course, James to ours
and Iain and Caitlyn to theirs.  Let the young lovers suck and fuck in
peace.

   But Anna wasn't through.  She stopped sucking James' dick, used her hand
as rapidly as possible, and had him coming in a few more seconds.  He
grunted loudly a time or two and then laid down a trail of semen from his
throat all the way down below his belly button.  Caitlyn turned her head to
look and saw him just at the moment when the semen was flying.  Her face
showed her surprise.

   Anna pulled his hand, made him relinquish his place, and pulled my hand
so I dropped down on the couch beside Iain.  She looked over at Caitlyn
still holding Iain's dick and said, "Let's finish them off."

   Anna started, Caitlyn followed, and within a minute or so more, there
were two more trails of semen drooling down on two chests and abdomens. 
Anna stood up, pulled Caitlyn up, and gave her a big hug and kiss.

   "Caitlyn and I are going to take a quick shower and then go to bed," she
said.  "I mean separately so you guys can just quit leering.  You can wait
until we're finished and then you can wash too.  You've got semen all over
you."

   The two of them went out in the hallway, hand in hand, and left three
grinning guys with semen all over them behind.  I felt sure someone was
going to get fucked tonight, maybe more than once.

   <><><>

   "David, please come to my room.  A young man has arrived.  He is
sleeping.  You do not need to hurry."

   Aimee's call came in the early afternoon on the thirty-third day after
Caitlyn's arrival.  It was no surprise.  I had been expecting a new arrival
for a few days.

   Anna and I were sitting on a blanket-covered bench on the terrace.  We
were making a second hammock and, at the same time, listening to and
watching what was happening in the first hammock.  Iain and Caitlyn were
lying side by side in it.  They were holding hands between them and, with
the other hand, were flipping the other's loincloth up.  They wiggled
enough to give the hammock a good testing.  They giggled enough too.  They
were supposed to be testing the hammock and maybe they were.  James was
sitting on a limb of one of the trees to which the hammock was attached.  I
suppose the view was better there but he wasn't looking at the sea.  He was
looking down in the first hammock and giggling too.  Iain and Caitlyn were
putting on a good show for him.

   The afternoon weather was pleasant.  A cool dry front had moved through
overnight with a little rain and there seemed to be a slight touch of fall
in the air.  I was perfectly content to be sitting with Anna, quietly
working and being entertained by the antics of the hammock and tree
dwellers.  We were both wearing nothing but loincloths as usual.  I had my
knives strapped around my waist and I occasionally used Little Boy to cut
the hammock cord.

   James hurriedly scrambled down from the tree and tried to tip Iain and
Caitlyn out of the hammock.  He ran for the door and the other two slowly
followed him, hand in hand.  Anna and I laid our unfinished hammock to one
side and followed them, hand in hand.  I couldn't help but smile at the way
the three of them looked: James, a beautiful young boy just starting to
become a man; Iain and Caitlyn, a young couple, just at the peak of
youthful beauty; and the three of them barefooted and wearing nothing but
loincloths.  I started to tell Caitlyn that the rear part of her loincloth
was caught up in the waist strap but I decided I'd rather enjoy the view.

   James was the first through the front door and he began running down the
hall toward Aimee's room.  I yelled for him not to do anything until we
arrived.

   The new arrival was a young man, perhaps better described as a boy
becoming a man.  He was naked, as we all had been when we arrived, and was
lying in the lounge chair on his back with one knee raised and a forearm
over his eyes.  Aimee's room was always dark unless someone was in it and I
guessed that his eyes had not had time to adjust to the bright lights now
overhead.

   His hair was very light brown or maybe blond, cut short, hugging his
head.  The skin on his face was flawless and looked like he hadn't started
shaving.  I could see a faint mustache on his upper lip.  From what I could
see he looked like a handsome young boy.

   He was tall, at least as tall as Anna or Iain, with slim legs that
looked as long as the rest of his body.  His arms were long and slim too,
without noticeable muscles.  His shoulders were wide enough so that his
body had a v shape slanting down to a small waist.  His chest was almost
flat and his stomach showed no signs of muscles.  He had a neat patch of
light-brown pubic hair above his penis.  He didn't have a piss-hard like
Iain and I had when we arrived but his penis was swollen, flopped across
one thigh.  I wondered if that meant that he was not feeling an urgent need
to piss.  His scrotum was relaxed and his testicles hung down almost to the
recliner.  The skin on his scrotum wasn't like mine, a little darker than
that of his body; it was a light reddish color, maybe pink.  From his
absence of body hair, I guessed his age at maybe fifteen to seventeen.

   I put my hand, palm down, on his smooth chest and waited for a response.
Without opening his eyes, he moved his arm from across his eyes and pushed
my hand off his chest.  I put it back on his chest and spoke to him.

   "What is your name, please?"

   "Leave me alone," he whispered, barely audibly.

   "I need to know your name.  I want to help you."

   He turned over on his side, covered his face with his hands, and drew
his long legs up, almost in a fetal position.

   "Leave me alone," he whispered.  "Get the fuck away from me.  You god
damn cops think you...I'm not bothering nobody."

   "You've been on a long journey," I said.  "You're probably not feeling
well.  Let me help you."

   "God damn it!" he cursed and tried to hit me.  "I said get the fuck away
from me, you cocksucker!  Leave me alone!"

   I looked at Aimee and pointed at him.  She understood.

   "Please let us help you," she said, in her soft woman's voice.  "We can
give you medications to make you feel better.  All we're asking for is your
name, just your first name."

   "It's Toby, you bitch," he persisted.  "You can all go to hell.  Ain't
no law `gainst sleeping in a fucking bus station."

   He straightened his legs, turned over on his stomach, and again put his
hand over his eyes.  I looked at his back and butt and legs and saw that
there was no indication that he had been exposed to the sun.  He didn't
have a white area around his hips like Iain and James had when they
arrived. His skin was clear and smooth from head to toe.

   "You're not in a bus station, Toby," Anna said, in another soft woman's
voice.  "We want to be your friends.  Now can you tell us how you feel?"

   "I feel like shit," Toby said.  "Now go `way.  I don't need no fucking
friends."

   "We all need friends, Toby," Iain said.  "Aimee can prescribe something
to make you feel much better.  Caitlyn and I want to be your friends.  So
does James.  So does Aimee.  And David and Anna.  Now please let us help
you."

   "Yes, Toby, please let us take care of you," Caitlyn said, in a
different soft girl's voice.  "We want to be your friends."

   "I don't need no friends," he answered.  I noted that he didn't say
fucking friends in response to what was evidently a young girl's voice. 
Perhaps we could reach him.

   "Come on, Toby," I pled.  "Don't act this way.  We want to help you. 
Now tell us how you feel."

   He turned over on his side, covered his face with his hands and pulled
his long legs up again.

   "I told you I feel like shit," he muttered.  "I hurt all over and my
fuckin' head's swimmin' and I feel like I'm gonna puke.  I don't want
nobody's god damn help.  Just leave me the fuck alone."

   Anna sat down on the side of the lounge chair in front of him and
wiggled her butt against him until he moved back a little.  She put one
hand on his shoulder, leaned over, and kissed him gently on the cheek.

   "I'm a nurse, Toby," she said.  "I've worked with lots of sick people.
If you'll cooperate, we can help you feel much better."

   He uncovered his face and opened his eyes.  Then he opened them wider in
evident astonishment.

   "You're naked," he said.  "You're naked and you're beautiful."

   "She's not naked, Toby," James said.  "She's got on a loincloth.  That's
what we all wear.  You're the one who's naked.  Do you want me to get you a
loincloth too?"

   Toby rolled over on his back, looked down at his body, and saw that he
was completely naked.  He put his hands over his genitals and, for the
first time, looked at all of us and at his surroundings.  His eyes swept
over Caitlyn and Iain, standing on one side of him, over Anna, sitting
beside him, and James and me, standing on the side of the recliner where
Anna was sitting.  I had my arm on James' shoulders, where I usually put it
when he stood beside me.

   "Damn, you're big," he said, looking up at me.  "What are you, some kind
of fucking giant?"

   "No, Toby, he's not a giant," Anna said.  "He's my husband.  Now, please
quit using profanity.  It's not necessary with us.  We want to be your
friends."

   "I told you I don't want no god damn friends, bitch," Toby said,
screwing up his face at her.  "Y'all can just go fuck yourselves.  Just
leave me alone."

   He put one hand over his eyes and started to draw up in a fetal position
again.  I walked around to the side where Caitlyn and Iain were standing,
pulled on his shoulder to force him on his back, and then put my hand in
the middle of his chest and pushed with enough force to let him feel my
strength.  I had heard enough of his profanity and hatred, especially
toward Anna.  I felt a sudden rush of anger and I wanted to let him feel my
strength enough to make him at least a little afraid of me.  But then Anna
gave me a better solution.

   "Toby, Aimee's going to dispense some medication for you," she said.  I
want you to take it so you'll feel better.  Then David is going to carry
you to the bathroom so you can pee.  After that, we're all going to bathe
you and put you to bed for a while.  When you wake up, you're going to find
you're a different person in a different world."

   "Iain, would you get the medication, please?" I asked.

   He walked over to the dispensary under Aimee's screen, retrieved the
medications and a bottle of cold juice, and handed them to Anna.  She
raised the head of the recliner and then offered one of the pills to Toby.
He looked her up and down, noticeably down at her breasts, and then opened
his mouth.  Anna dropped in a pill and offered the juice to him.  He let
her hold it for the first sip and then took it in his own hand for the rest
of the pills.  Evidently he found the cold juice as delicious as the rest
of us had.  He drained the bottle in a few big gulps.

   "Toby, can you stand up?" I asked.  "Do you need to piss?  The rest of
us did when we arrived."

   "Yeah, I gotta go," he said and tried to stand up.  When he almost fell,
I picked him up under his knees and back and carried him to the toilet.  He
protested but I didn't listen.  Iain and James followed us in the men's
side and when Anna followed so did Caitlyn.  When I held Toby upright in
front of the urinal, Iain and James stood on each side of him and both
showed him how it was done.  He looked at them in turn and then held his
penis and let go a third stream.

   I picked him up again and carried out of the toilet and into the bathing
chamber.  Iain and Caitlyn followed, holding hands as usual.  I didn't need
to look at Anna and James.  I knew he would be holding her hand.  He liked
to do that whenever he could.  He sometimes held mine and Anna's for a
short distance when we were walking.

   "Anna, would you take off my loincloth?" I asked.  "The rest of you take
yours off and let's give him a good bath.  I want all of us to do something
for him.  Iain, you get a couple of showers going.  Caitlyn, you get some
washcloths and put some liquid soap on them."

   I carried Toby to the showers and turned him around and around so that
the warm water beat down on all of him and most of me.  He closed his eyes
and seemed to relax in my arms.  Before I drowned him, I moved out of the
showers and stood him up, holding him from behind.

   "Anna, I want you and Caitlyn to scrub his head and wash his face," I
said.  "James, I want you and Iain to give his arms and legs a really good
scrubbing, and I mean scrubbing.  Then I want you two guys to hold him up
and I'll scrub his back.  Anna and Caitlyn can do his front if they want
to. If they don't, I'll do it."

   Toby wiped the water out of his eyes and looked around at the rest of
us.

   "Y'all don't have to do it," he said.  "I can do it myself."

   "No, Toby," I said.  "We're going to scrub away your anger and profanity
and hatred.  Something or somebody has hurt you and I want all your bad
emotions to go down the drain.  You're in a new world now.  We want you to
be a new person.  We want you to be clean and fresh and happy."

   Toby kept looking around and seemed finally to realize that he was about
to be bathed by two women and three men.  Even holding him up from the
rear, I could tell when he saw that his body was different from ours in one
respect.

   "Damn, y'all don't have no pubic hair," he exclaimed.  "None of y'all
got any hair down there.  What's wrong with you?"

   "We like it this way, Toby," Anna said.  "Maybe tomorrow Caitlyn and I
will help you get rid of your pubic hair.  Would you like that?"

   He looked at Caitlyn, tall slender Caitlyn, Irish-fair Caitlyn, long
golden hair in a pony-tail as usual, budding breasts, little cleft in her
mons, hips not wide enough yet for the birth of a baby, long legs, a waif,
a girl, an exquisite girl, and then he looked at Anna, big beautiful Anna,
dark hair tied in another pony-tail but much shorter than Caitlyn's, small
breasts but large in comparison, wide woman's hips ready for child-bearing,
longer legs, a beautiful woman, my wife, my love, my life.  I wondered what
was going through his mind.  How could he resist the two of them?

   "Yeah, I guess so," he finally muttered.

   We held him without any struggling and gave him a thorough bath.  When
Iain and James were through with his arms and legs, I let them hold him
upright while I scrubbed his back and butt.  He protested and rolled his
hips forward while I was scrubbing his crack but Iain and James had a
strong hold on him.  I watched at Anna and Caitlyn washed his chest,
wondering who was going to wash his privates.  I saw both of them looking
down at his genitals and smiling.

   Anna asked Caitlyn if she wanted to do it and Caitlyn looked at Iain. 
He nodded.  I couldn't see what she did but Toby could.  He hung his head
and watched Caitlyn as she washed his genitals.  Anna had to tell her that
she wasn't through and then told her how to push his foreskin back and wash
the head of his penis.  I could see Caitlyn's face as she did it.  She was
intently interested in what she had in her hand and what she did with it.

   When Iain and James walked him back under the shower, I wasn't surprised
to see that he had the beginnings of a big boner.  So did Iain and James.
And so did I.  Anna was cruel to us.  She turned the water to cold and
shoved me under the shower with the others.

   Iain and James walked him over to the dryer and held him upright again.
The rest of us crowded in the downdraft of warm air and we all turned
around and around until most of the water was blown away.  We were all
smiling and, at last, Toby smiled back at us.  I was glad we had followed
Anna's suggestion.

   He tried to walk but he staggered like a drunk so I scooped him up in my
arms again and walked out in the hallway.  James suggested that I put him
in his sleeping chamber so I followed him and waited until the others had
put clean linen on a bed for Toby.

   When I put him in his own bed, Anna covered him with a light blanket and
then kissed him on the cheek.  I was pleased when Caitlyn leaned over and
kissed him too.  I was surprised too when I got another look at her cute
little rear.  Toby's eyes were closed within a minute or two.  I asked
Aimee to monitor him and then the rest of us left.  It was time to begin
dinner.

   We all put on our usual attire before we went in the kitchen.  I wanted
to sauté some fish and rabbit and I wasn't about to do it without my
loincloth.

   Iain and Caitlyn made us a big salad out of a mixture of garden
vegetables and dressed it with olive oil and vinegar.  Anna and Caitlyn had
made bread earlier that morning and set it aside to rise.  Anna punched it
down again, divided the dough into six mounds, and shaped the mounds into
loaves: two twists and two straight and two flattened foccacias, and put
them in the oven.  A little later, I cut up and battered and fried two
rabbits.  When I had all the pieces fried, I set the heat on very low, put
a little water in the big pan, and covered it so the meat would steam
tender.  Then I battered and fried some fish fillets and set them aside. 
James played clean up man for all of us as usual.  When Anna checked the
bread, it was ready.  The aroma of freshly-baked bread was enough to give
us all a good appetite.  As soon as the bread came out of the oven, I sent
James to get Toby.

   "James, would you wake up Toby?  If he's cooperative, get him a
loincloth and bring him to dinner.  If not, just let him sleep and he can
eat later."

   He ran out of the kitchen.  Anna and Caitlyn set the table and Iain put
water and cups at each place.  We had no eating or serving pieces made of
glass.  Everything was made out of some sort of unbreakable hard material
including the eating utensils.

   With six for dinner, there wasn't room to put the food on the table.  We
left it on the long bar between the kitchen and dining areas so everybody
could serve their own plate.  There was just one task yet to be done and I
had left it until last deliberately.

   I was about to go looking for James and Toby when they came in the
kitchen.  Toby was walking by himself and he had on a loincloth.  He was
greeted by everybody as if he had been with us for some time.  He was
rather subdued but at least he smiled slightly.

   "James, would you and Toby slice one of the two straight loaves of bread
and then fix it the way we like it, you know, drizzled with olive oil,
sprinkled with grated cheese, and topped with a little pepper.  If we need
more, we'll eat one of the focaccia loaves.  We'll leave the two twists for
tomorrow.  Caitlyn says she knows how to do a good sea-food stew and we can
just twist off hunks to go with that."

   I was deliberately trying to get Toby to be one of us by assigning him a
task.  He didn't protest but he looked like he didn't know what to do. 
James knew.  Since we had been able to make bread, he usually was the one
who sliced it for our meals.  He usually ate a piece or two as well while
slicing it.

   James said OK to me, then turned to Toby, and handed him the serrated
knife.  "You slice it, Toby.  I'll dress it with oil and cheese.  You're
gonna love the bread.  I could eat a loaf by myself."

   While they were preparing the bread, James saw me watching them and
smiled at me.  He tore one big slice of warm bread in two, held out half to
Toby, and took a big bite of the other half.  Toby took a big bite, closed
his eyes, and slowly chewed and swallowed.  Then he smiled even wider.

   "Toby," James whispered, "when we sit down to dinner, don't start eating
until everybody's seated.  Anna says that's good manners."

   At dinner, James, Anna, and I occupied one side of the table.  Iain
indicated that Toby should sit in front of me and he sat on the other end
with Caitlyn between them.

   "Can I say something?" Toby asked, just as we were ready to eat.

   I nodded.

   "I'm sorry, David.  I'm sorry I was cussing so much and acting so mean,"
he said, looking at me and then at Anna.  "I apologize to you, Anna, for
calling you a bad name.  I don't understand what's happened to me and why I
acted that way.  I'm not usually like that."

   "Your apology is accepted, Toby," I said.  "Now I want you to forget
about it and just enjoy your meal.  I'm hungry and I know Iain and James
are.  They're always hungry.  Are you?"

   "Yeah, I could eat a horse," he said, smiling.  "But is somebody gonna
tell me where I am and how I got here."

   "After dinner, Iain and Caitlyn are going to take you outside to the
terrace and fill you in on all that.  Anna and James and I will clean the
kitchen tonight but from now on you'll be expected to help clean up after
meals.  We work together as a family in most everything we do."

   For the first time, the six of us completely filled one of the tables. I
couldn't imagine what it would be like to have all the tables filled with
families.

   We were through with dinner, just sitting there, waiting to see who
could eat the last slice of bread, when Toby asked me a question.

   "James told me you were a soldier and that you killed seven jihadys in
about a minute with one shot each?  Was he just shitting me...excuse me,
was he just telling me that so I wouldn't disrespect you and Anna?

   "Jihadists - that's what they're called.  It's true that one hot
afternoon I did what I was trained to do.  I was just lucky."

   "How many men have you killed?"

   "Too many, Toby," I answered, "but that was a different world where
people hated each other for religious reasons.  This is a new world and
we're going to try to fill it with love, not religious hatreds."

   "Well, I wish I could be a soldier," he said, wistfully.  "I wish I
could be good for something like that.  Shit, I wish I could just be good
for something, anything."

   "You're going to be good for something, Toby," I said.  "Eventually
there will be twenty people here - ten guys and ten girls.  One of those
girls will be your wife and the mother of your children.  You're going to
be a good husband to one of the girls and a good father to your children.
We're all going to help you."
   TO BE CONTINUED