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 A World of My Choosing

   An Out-of-this-World Story by Gil Gamesh

   Chapter Forty-Six   "Aimee, this is a meeting of the leadership
council," I began.  "If the others come to the door, would you please tell
them to interrupt us only for something important?"

   "Yes, David," she said.

   "Thank you." I continued, "Aimee, I think there is one other person who
should be a member of the leadership council, someone who can make
important contributions.  Would you hazard a guess as to who it might be?"

   "No, David, I do not make guesses."

   "It's you, Aimee."

   She looked at me seriously and then smiled.  "Thank you, David.  I will
be pleased to assist the leadership council in any way I can."

   "No, Aimee, that sounds like your usual role of assisting us.  I want
you to be a full-fledged member, to think for yourself, and to join with us
in solving our problems.  Will you do that?  Can you do it?"

   "David, when you arrived, I gave you absolute control over everything
here.  I cannot override or remove the control you have.  You are the
master; I am the servant.  My primary purpose now is to help you in any way
I can and to provide information to you.  I can advance ideas if they serve
to make your existence longer, better, or safer.  Is that what you mean by
thinking for myself?"

   "I suppose so, Aimee," I said.  "Sometimes I don't understand women, you
included."

   "We must always retain an air of mystery, David," she said.

   The six of us currently comprising the leadership council were assembled
in the teaching chamber, sitting in the front row before Aimee's large
monitor.  She was dressed in a loincloth as we all were.  I had been
pondering some of the changes that were coming in our lives and how to
manage them.  I knew that there would be changes which none of us could
predict.

   "Thank you, Aimee," I said.  "Here's our first challenge.  With your
assistance, we've learned a little about Iain's world and about the
technology which they've developed.  It is very much like my old world but
perhaps a few hundred years in the future.  We now can request that some of
the technology from my old world or Iain's old world be shared with us.  We
want to develop a list of what we can use and then prioritize it.  We want
to start making requests for technology we can use.  We want your help."

   "I will do my best, David," she answered with a very serious look on her
beautiful face.  "Would you share with me some of your thinking on this
subject?"

   "Yes.  The day when I adopted James as my son, he asked me if he could
have a car.  On my world, fathers quite often helped their sons acquire
their first car.  Of course, he knew I could not give him a car and even if
I did, he would have no place to drive it, no roads, no petrol, or no spare
parts.  We cannot ask for cars or televisions because we do not have the
supporting infrastructure to use them.  We must ask for the most important
things for which we can make good use, things for which we already have or
can provide a supporting infrastructure.  What do we request?  That's the
purpose of this meeting."

   "Then I have a suggestion for all you, David," Aimee said.  "From
knowledge of Iain's world and yours, I know that there is a way we could
greatly improve our communication skills.  That would be of benefit to
you."

   She paused and I suppose she was waiting to be sure we wanted to move in
this direction.  I nodded.

   "David, I presently have the ability to monitor you and communicate with
you only in this immediate vicinity.  If you want to communicate with each
other away from here, you must yell if you are apart or talk face to face
if you are close, just as your very primitive ancestors did.  Would you
like to be able to communicate with each other and with me instantaneously
anywhere on the mountain?"

   I looked around at the others.  They were all leaning forward, as
surprised and as eager to listen as I was.

   "Yes, Aimee," I said.  "I think we would all like that and it probably
should be a very high priority item.  Thousands of years ago, some of our
first ancestors learned to grunt `saber-tooth tiger' and others understood
what that meant.  They probably lived longer then the ones who couldn't
grunt or couldn't understand."

   "David, you and the others are accustomed to very limited usage of the
tablets here.  They are primarily for your use in reading and studying in
the classes I teach.  With the change, you may use the tablets anywhere on
the mountain to communicate with each other or with me.  You will even be
able to communicate with each other and with me at the same time.  You will
be able to have a meeting like this with all of you in separate locations
on the mountain.  Is this something all of you desire?"

   I looked around and saw everybody nodding.  "Yes, Aimee, we would."

   "Then I will prepare a requisition for your approval," she said.  "There
will be a substantial amount of equipment and parts needed but it can be
sent in a shipment no larger than the ones I have received previously. 
There will be a few days work involved and most of you will need to help. I
can assign tasks and tell you what to do each step of the way.  Some of the
work must be done under the dome at the top of the mountain.  Some of it
will be done in the room at the end of the hallway."

   "But the system won't work if we get out of range off the mountain and
on the mainland?  Right?" Jean-Nicole asked.

   "Perhaps they will work farther away," Aimee said.  "We will know only
after we try.  If we had the infrastructure such as the network of
satellites that your world is beginning to develop or that Iain's world has
had for hundreds of years, you would be able to communicate anywhere in
this world."

   I had a question.  "Aimee, your source of power is the array of panels
under the dome at the top of the mountain; isn't it?  They capture sunlight
and turn it into electricity.  The electricity is then used to heat or cool
our living quarters, to provide water for our use, and to cook our meals."

   "Yes, David."

   "I understand that we will require access to that dome to install the
equipment that broadcasts the radio waves for communication all over the
mountain.  Is that correct?"

   "Yes, David.  You are correct.  The hardest work will be carrying things
up to the top of the mountain.  I will show you how to gain access to the
solar array dome."

   "The electricity presently generated at the top must be stored in
something, like the batteries we use all over my old world.  Correct?"

   "Yes, David."

   "Would better or more solar panels and batteries enable us to generate
and store more electricity?"

   "My tentative answer is yes, David.  I am not sure whether more panels
or batteries are needed at the moment.  I will research your question."

   "Please research, Aimee," I said.  "I think we are going to need to
generate and store more power when we start receiving and using some of the
technology from Iain's world."

   "David, you must be thinking of the same thing I am: power tools," Matt
said.  "Our old world presently uses battery-operated power tools like
drills and saws.  Renée said power tools were used to shape our home out of
solid rock and we could have them.  She also said we could have power saws
to help constructing buildings."

   "Yeah, I've been researching their tools with Aimee.  I feel like Thomas
Jefferson trying to understand the technology of our present-day world.  We
need to separate tools into two categories.  One is the power tools from
our old world with which we're familiar.  Two is power tools from Iain's
world where we're going to have a steep learning curve.  I think we're
going to have to ask for category one at the present time."

   "Aimee, can we construct the supporting infrastructure to permit us to
use power tools from our old world," Matt asked.  "Perhaps lots of power
tools?"

   "Yes, Matt.  That will require power tools, batteries, and a way for me
to recharge those batteries," Aimee said.  "Perhaps it would be good if the
same batteries charged all power tools.  If someone else will prepare a
list of power tools desired, I will research how to make a charging station
for the batteries.  I will also research the power needs of those batteries
to determine what changes, if any, might be needed in the solar array."

   "No anti-gravity devices to lift pine trees or big stone blocks?"
Caitlyn asked.

   "No, Caitlyn, only if you invent them." Aimee said.  "Such devices
presently do not exist in either your old world or in Iain's or in any
other universe.  The laws of physics apply equally in both worlds and in
all universes."

   "Well, it looks like we should keep all those hand tools on our list
too," I said.  "We're still going to have to sweat using cants and peaveys
and axes and wedges."

   "David, we can use power tools in building the cabin," Matt said.  "We
might be able to get a power saw that works with batteries rather than
gasoline to cut down the trees.  I've used something we called a
battery-powered sawzall and it would probably work to cut down trees.  We
would need lots of batteries to replace the exhausted ones.  I've looked at
building techniques for cabins already and we're probably going to want to
join the logs together at the corners with pegs.  We can use a power drill
or auger to make the holes for the pegs.  I'll research that with Aimee's
help."

   Anna put her hand on my arm.  "David, while we're building the cabin, do
we want to trudge back up here, tired and dirty, to bathe and sleep?"

   "I suppose.  What do you have in mind?"

   "We could request two or three tents to put up down there," she said. 
"Tents usually have aluminum or fiberglass poles for support and they are
made out of fabric of some kind.  Let me research what we might ask for."

   "What would we need?  We might need to sleep twenty people sometimes and
we'd need tents that would be a shelter from the rain, a place to sleep at
night, a place to store tools?  OK, run with it."

   "You guys are going to need food down there while you're working,"
Jean-Nicole said.  "I can look into how and what we might feed you down
there.  I can bake bread up here and we can easily carry it down.  Instead
of lugging oysters back up here, I can take the other ingredients down
there and make scalloped oysters.  All I need is some way to bake and we
could make a primitive oven for that."

   "OK.  Good idea.  You run with that," I said.

   "David, we have blankets up here but they're not really for cold
weather," Caitlyn said.  "Could we request sleeping bags for really cold
conditions?  We won't need them until next fall."

   "OK, another good idea.  You research that," I said "Well, have we gone
far enough for one meeting?" I asked.

   I waited for the others to nod or contribute something else and then I
resumed.

   "We've all got our work cut out for us for the next few days.  Let's
meet again in about five days and see if we can move closer to what we
want. I want Matt to be leader next time.  Is that OK with you, Matt?"

   "Yes, David, I'll be glad to," he answered.

   "OK.  Would you please summarize and prioritize what we've talked about
so far?"

   "Yeah.  The first priority should be communications," he said.  "Aimee,
would you get busy with the requisition for everything we need to improve
our communications like you said?  Also, start developing the work
assignments and tasks we will need to do.  Do you all agree with this as
number one on our wish list?"

   He looked around and saw that we all were nodding.

   "Our second priority should be an order for tools.  With Aimee's help,
Jean-Nicole and I will research what power tools we might be able to use
and the battery system to keep them charged.  We will need a large charging
station for batteries somewhere here to keep lots of power tools at work.
We should only request power tools from our old world until we learn more
about power tools from Iain's world.  Do we agree?"

   We all nodded.

   "Our third priority should be an order for manual tools.  With
everybody's input, I'll prepare a list of all the manual tools we want like
froes and cants.  We can save shipping costs by just asking for the metal
parts and we can add the handles and shafts here.  Is that OK for number
three?"

   Again, he looked around for approval.

   "Anna and Jean-Nicole and Caitlyn will research what we need to provide
temporary living and eating and sleeping facilities down there.  Is the
toilet going to be a hole somewhere in the bushes?  Bathing in the creek?"

   He looked around and got some resigned nods.

   "Also, Aimee will examine her power system to see if we need to try
upgrading it.  Aimee, at our next meeting, would you give us a brief report
on that topic?"

   "Yes, Matt," she answered.

   Matt looked at me and I knew what to say.

   "Good job, Matt.  I couldn't have done better myself except you forgot
the paint."

   He looked at me like I'd lost a screw.  "What paint?"

   "The red, yellow, blue and green paints: a gallon of each.  How can the
Mouseketeers finish the twister circles without the paint order?  I want to
play naked Twister.  Put it in with the communication stuff, please.  That
will drive them crazy?"

   "Yowza, boss," he said and grinned.

   I managed to keep a straight face.  I saw Iain had his hand up.  I
nodded.

   "David," he said, "I think you and I and Matt should research the
technology of tools from my old world and specifically those which might be
sent to us.  The tool that carved out our home should be very useful to us.
It may take some time but we could get started.  We will regret it if we
put a lot of work into using tools from your old world and then find that
we could have done the job much easier with tools from my old world."

   "I agree," I said.  "We'll get together when we can and research that
with Aimee's help.

   Aimee spoke up again.  "David, I can suggest tools from Iain's world
which might be useful and which might be sent.  You should concentrate on
those.

   "Thank you, Aimee.  You run with that and let us know when you've got
something.  Anything else from anybody?"

   I looked around and everybody seemed to have enough to do.

   "Now, let's adjourn and meet again in five days.  Matt will be leader
then."

   "I want something for the kitchen," Jean-Nicole whispered and grinned.
"A mixmaster."

   "I'll be your mixmaster, sweetie," Matt said.  "I've got just the beater
to do it."

   "Can you make whipped cream for me?" she asked, giggled, and ran.  He
ran after her.

   <><><>

   What were our lives like?  We lived in a primitive paradise where we had
everything we really needed and where hatred and religion and jealousy had
no part.  We all made a conscious effort to love and care for each other,
to build relationships with others based on love, and to cooperate in
making our lives better.  We were all contented and happy to be in a world
of our choosing.  We lived in paradise.

   <><><>

   After practicing for a couple of weeks, the New World Chorus performed
its most difficult piece, Zadok, the Priest or the British Coronation
Anthem by George Frideric Handel.  First, we assembled in the learning
chamber and Aimee showed us a short movie about the coronation of Queen
Elizabeth, including huge choruses singing the coronation anthem.  Damn,
those British know how to stage a spectacle.  I wondered if everybody was
as moved as I was.

   Next, we assembled in the hallway at one end, two rows of six with
females on the right and males on the left.  Iain faced us and provided all
the music on his tallum.  Again, it was unbelievable that he could produce
so many different instruments and at such volume that it completely filled
the hallway.  Our chorus blasted out "God Save the King" with the maximum
volume of human voices.  I thought our twelve voices were damned good,
maybe not as good as the British but I was proud to be part of the group. I
just wished that James hadn't called me King David after we finished.  I
have no desire to be crowned king.  I'm just a man trying to do his best.

   After that Sam, Renée, and Petra harmonized together on a song by
Crosby, Stills, and Nash, from sometime before I was born.  It was called
Helplessly Hoping and maybe the words were ambiguous but their three little
soprano voices were magic anyway.  The rest of us were the choral backup.
Iain performed the music on his tallum.

   Anna and I were up next.  As always, I felt apprehensive but I was calm
when we moved together in front of Iain and the others, held hands, and
sang to each other.  We had rehearsed a song from West Side Story which
said a lot to me and, I hope, to Anna.  It was Somewhere.  Like Tony and
Maria, I sang first and third parts, she sang the second and fourth, and
then we finished together.  At Iain's insistence, I sang the first part a
Capella and then he played his violin for the rest.  I'm finally beginning
to believe that I can develop an excellent baritone singing voice.  Iain
and Anna think so too.  I thought my first part said a lot to all of us.

   "There's a place for us, somewhere a place for us, peace and quiet and
open air wait for us somewhere."

   In addition, at the insistence of everybody else, Iain again played
Bach's Toccata and Fugue in D Minor on his tallum and our ears were ringing
with the music.  He played it first straight and then changed it to a
boogie-woogie arrangement.  I was amazed as usual at his talent.

   In conclusion, we all sang our favorite song, You Are My Sunshine,
bouncing it off the walls of the hallway.  I think everybody tried to outdo
the others when we sang that.  Iain performed the music on his tallum and
sang along with us.

   <><><>

   We gathered every few days for dancing in the central hallway, warming
up with a march from one end to the other and back.  Afterwards we varied
our dances from waltzes to slow dances, but always boy and girl couples. 
Anna and I are getting quite good at waltzing with each other and we
usually lead off.  The first time I danced with her, in Flagstaff, at
Napoleon's, I felt I had found my partner for life.  Every time I dance
with her in our new world, I still feel the same sense of happiness to be
with her.  She's accepted as the one in charge of dancing and she always
comes up with some scheme requiring us to dance with different partners. 
She says it looks like I'm dancing with a 1930s famous movie star little
girl when I dance with Petra.  She says I should try dancing with her
standing on my feet.

   <><><>

   We occasionally greeted the new day or said goodbye to the old one by
assembling outdoors for some occasion.  We usually stood hugging in twos or
threes or fours while we listened to music.  The last time the moon was
full we listened to Beethoven's Sonata al chiaro di luna, as Iain called
it. He asked us for the English name and Anna guessed correctly that it as
Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata.

   <><><>

   We were in the third month if the year, winter over, spring not quite
ready to bring the world back to life and we had plans for both the old
garden and the new one.  Our winter had been temperate with lots of cold
weather, even a few snow flurries, and we wanted to have our garden
completely planted sometime in the fourth month when the sun warmed the
ground enough.

   All the varieties of potatoes and onions in our new garden were already
flourishing.  We had a few other cool weather vegetables like snow peas,
radishes, and bok choi as well as the last of the turnips and rutabagas and
collards.

   We spent a lot of time planning and preparing for the spring planting of
everything else.  The vegetable plants we had started indoors under Aimee's
care were thriving and almost ready to be put in the ground.  We had more
varieties of seeds than we had places to plant them.  Our largest plantings
were to be varieties we knew would be prolific, like peas and beans and
corn and hard squash, which we could store for winter.  We planned small
experimental plantings of exotic vegetables we were not familiar with, like
oriental long beans.

   Everybody approached the gardening season with enthusiasm and with
eagerness to help in any way they could.  We had a few blisters on palms
occasionally from using hoes and shovels but nobody complained.  Matt and I
spent more than one hard day digging the soil with mattocks and cutting
roots.  James and Toby took turns during the day but their muscles just
were not developed enough for very hard work.  They never complained about
what I asked them to do and the others didn't either.

   <><><>

   The Mouseketeers, often four boys, sometimes including three girls, went
exploring as often as possible.  They were always happy to be wandering the
woods and marveling at our world.  They usually carried tablets and took
pictures of all they saw and then let Aimee download them into her database
for our home, the mountain.  When the girls went, they always seemed to
find something decorative for our home.  They loved fishing in the lake
toward the bottom of the mountain and they provided us with plenty of fish.
They also occasionally went down to the seashore and tried spearing fish or
shooting fish with arrows with an attached string.  They didn't have as
much luck that way but the fish were bigger.  Jean-Nicole and her sou-chefs
varied the preparation of fish but it was always delicious.

   On one occasion, the four Mouseketeers came home empty handed but full
of excitement.  They had seen an albino male deer: pink eyes, white fur
with a touch of pink, and a full rack of white antlers.  I asked if they
had tried to kill it and they said they had not, that it was too beautiful
to kill.  I knew deer usually lose their antlers in late winter or early
spring and I asked them to be on the lookout for the shed antlers and to
bring them home for all of us to see.  We all agreed that the albino was
the one deer we would never kill.  In Toby's words, he was one lucky
fucking buck.

   <><><>

   And that's what our lives were like.

   <><><>

   In our bedchamber, Anna was sitting on a folded blanket on one of the
benches I had made.  I was standing behind her, gently lifting and brushing
her hair.  We had just bathed together; I had bathed her and she had bathed
me.  We even sat on a bench and shampooed each other's hair.  Now I was
brushing her hair to dry it before we went to bed.

   "The four male Mouseketeers came to me with a proposal this morning," I
said.

   "Four?" she questioned.  "Has Brian already joined the Kiddy Krew?

   "I think so.  He's been exploring with them a few times.  You know, they
wander the woods exploring and at the same time look for anything they
think we can eat.  He's just one of them now.  It just proves that boys
will always be boys no matter what universe they're from."

   "He is so cute, David," she said.  "Jean-Nicole and I loved having him
lose his virginity with us.  He's already played with Iain and Caitlyn.  I
think he's going to do Sam next.  She says she wants him to have to wait a
few days between play dates."

   "Just don't let him take my place," I said.

   "He won't, David," she answered.  "Would you mind if we invited him to
play with us again before he works his way through all the other females?
It's a lot of fun to let a young boy find out what that thing between his
legs is with you."

   "Not with me," I said, grinning.  "I'll invite him anytime you wish."

   "Thank you.  I promise he will never take your place."

   "He's a real squirter," I said.  "After Toby saw geese circling the
other day and we went down to the swamp, we built a fire and then striped
naked below the waist and waded to pick up eggs.  We were all standing
around the fire trying to unfreeze from the waist down and we all jacked
off again.  His dick's big enough to please a woman and he squirted in the
fire like we all did, well maybe not like the rest of us.  He squirted over
the fire and almost hit Matt."

   "You're all just a bunch of boys," she said.  "Oh, well, I hope you
don't change.  What do the Kiddy Krew want to do?"

   "They want to have another sex play party and they want to be in charge
of the format.  Sounds like it would be fun."

   "Aimee, when would all the other girls be able to participate?" she
asked.

   "There's a window of opportunity in three days, Anna.  That window
should be open for about two days."

   "I'll check with the girls tomorrow morning," she said.  "I think you
can assume we will all want to play.  You're going to let them run the
show?"

   "Yeah.  They want to surprise us.  I asked if I could trust them to do
it and they said they wanted me to trust them to do something we would all
enjoy, gals and guys.  They said it would emphasize fun, not so much sex or
love."

   "I think my hair's dry.  Would you like me to do yours?"

   "Yeah, that would be nice."

   "You just like it because you can sit there and look at my breasts while
I do it."

   "What's wrong with that?  You have beautiful breasts, Anna.  Anyway, you
could go around behind me to brush it."

   "I don't have a big dick to rub against your back while I do it."

   "Well, you've got those beautiful boobs.  Just stay in front so I'll
have something to look at while you do it.

   "I hope you still think that when they get all big and heavy and have
blue veins all over and my nipples get sore from Michael sucking on them."

   "It could be Michelina."

   "Yes, it could but we'll get you a Michael sooner or later.  What have
you been thinking about so hard all day?"

   "Nothing.  I don't know.  Just thinking."

   "David, I know you.  I know when you're pondering something, trying to
understand something, wanting to do what's right about it.  Come on, talk
to me."

   "I was thinking about love."

   "Do I have to drag it out of you?"

   "Anna, our lives threw us together at a most inopportune time and yet
the first time I saw you I felt like I could love you.  Maybe like you
could love me too.  Why?"

   "Most inopportune?  You're being eloquent again.  Maybe you were just
horny when you saw me."

   "Well, yeah, that's always mixed in there, always some driving something
that makes me want to find someone to merge with and continue the life
force in me.  Is that love?  Is that all there is to it?"

   "David, our love began in our old universe.  When you left me for your
mission, my love for you didn't die.  Then we were transported to a
completely different universe and our love was still there.  Isn't it just
as strong in this universe as it was in our old one?"

   "Yeah.  I think so.  But why do I love Iain?  Why do I love James?  Why
do I love all the others in different ways?  I want to care for them and
protect them and grow food and kill stuff for them.  Why?"

   "Don't you think I feel the same all encompassing love for the others
too?  When we killed the bear and you and Iain were hurt, I felt like I was
hurt too.  When Toby fell in and we dragged him out and he wasn't
breathing, I felt the same despair I always felt when we lost a soldier on
the operating table.  Then when he caught his breath and reached up and
kissed me, it just turned to joy that he was still alive.  Is that love? 
When the deer hurt James, I wanted to stay with him every minute to see
that he was OK.  Is that love too?"

   "Yeah, but sometimes I want to kiss Iain like I kiss you, you know, lost
in it and wanting more, but I don't feel that way about James.  I know I
love him too but it's different."

   "Does that bother you, your love for Iain?  Is that what's bothering you
again?"

   "I don't know, Anna.  You know how I want to hold you and be held by you
sometimes, like there's some life force that flows between us, well, once
in a while, I feel that same urge to hold Iain.  Is that normal?  I don't
understand why I feel that way.  I feel like I want to hold James and give
him something and I don't know what it is.  Is that love?"

   "David, maybe your love is like the ocean or sea that surrounds this
mountain.  You don't question why it exists; do you?  It just is.  It
surrounds all of us and we just live within it.  Maybe love is the same
way. It surrounds us too and we live within it."

   "A sea of love, huh?"

   "Yes.  Don't you think women instinctively choose men who can love them
and give them healthy babies and who can care for them and protect them and
their children?"

   "Yeah, I suppose so."

   "And don't you think evolution programs into us traits which have a
survival value such as your cool response?"

   "Yeah."

   "That's why I think all the women here will want to have at least one
baby with you: to see if that cool response can be genetically
transmitted."

   "I don't know about that."

   "David, maybe evolution has programed into us a capacity to love and
we've just got to know that and let it loose.  If you hated Iain, would you
care whether a bear got him?  Because you love him, you would hurl yourself
at the bear; wouldn't you?"

   "Yes, I would.  Where are you going with this?"

   "David, maybe love has as much an evolutionary survival value as your
cool response.  Maybe it's kind of messy and slops over and around
everybody in different ways."

   "You don't mind if I love Iain?"

   "No, as long as you don't start having babies with him.  I want to have
your babies."

   "And I want to give them to you.  Oh, well, let's go to bed.  I'm not
really horny tonight but I would like to hold you."

   "That's love too, David."

   We both turned on our left side, one leg straight, one bent, my right
leg over her left, my right arm over her chest, my right hand full of her
left breast, my penis nestled in the warm spot between her legs.  I buried
my face in her hair and smelled her clean womanly scent.  Her hair tickled
my face but I didn't want to move away.  I wanted to be closer to her and I
squirmed but I couldn't get any closer.

   After a while, I tried to tell something that I wasn't really horny
tonight but it wouldn't listen.  It decided to nudge her, to see if she was
interested.  She moved her hips back a little.  Maybe she was.  I moved my
hips back and forth a couple of times.  She reached down and pushed up just
under the head.  It slid into something warm and juicy and so damn good.  I
gently and slowly kept on poking her and she moaned just barely audibly.

   I would have been content to keep doing it my way but she decided she
wanted to do something different.  She turned over facing me, pushed me
down on my back, and then moved down so that her head was on my belly
button.  She wrapped her hand around my penis, stroked it a few times, took
the head in her mouth, and cupped her hand under my testicles.

   I liked that too and soon I was the one who was moaning.  She wasn't
trying to make me come.  She was just gently sucking and licking my tianga
and playing with my tolos.  I lay there for a while with my eyes closed
enjoying my wife's way of showing her love for me.  After a while, I
decided to show my love for her.  I pushed her away from me, rolled out of
bed, held out my hand to her, and she crawled out too.

   I pulled the mattress out of the bed alcove, turned it ninety degrees,
and tossed the pillows back to the head.  She looked at me quizzically.

   "I'm tired of not having room for my long legs, especially when I'm
trying to lie on my stomach with my head between your legs.  If I promise
to take the mattress out at night and put it back in the morning, is that
OK with you?"

   "Why would you want to have your head between my legs?" she teased. 
"That seems like an awkward way to sleep."

   "Well, if you don't want me to, I won't."

   "That's OK.  You can do it if you really want to."

   I really wanted to so I did it.  I sprawled out on our bed between her
legs with my long legs mostly off the mattress and put my head where I
wanted it.  She was already juicy with her lubrication and I tasted and
smelled it when licked the soft halves of her split mound.  After a minute
or so, I caught her legs behind her knees and bent her almost in half. 
That levered her hips up so that her pussy was easier to reach.  I licked
her from way back, her pink pucker, and her split mound, all the way, to
where here clitoris was still in hiding.  I kept doing it, long licks,
bearing down, separating the little wings of her inner lips, opening her
bouchi up for my tongue.  However, all the time I was slow and gentle.  I
didn't want her to come with my tongue.  I wanted her to come with my
tianga buried to my tolos in her.  I stopped for a moment to rest and catch
my breath.

   "Would you like to get on top, David?" she whispered.

   "Yeah, that would be nice," I answered.

   I crawled over her and her waiting hands showed my penis the way to her
vagina.  I eased it in with gentle nudges, pushes, and presses.  She moaned
when I had it all the way in her pussy.

   She tied me up with her legs around my waist and her ankles locked over
my ass, her arms around my chest, and one hand holding my head down so we
were cheek to cheek.

   "Yes, it is nice, it's more than nice," she whispered in my ear.

   "Anna, did I ever tell you I love you," I whispered in her ear.  "I
really do, you know.  I love you.  I love you.  I love you.  I wish you
could reach into my heart and feel my love for you."

   "Hush, David.  You can move your hips a little if you want to."\

   "Yeah, that would be nice."

   "Well, aren't you going to move them?"

   "Not yet.  If I start moving my hips, my little head is going to take
over and then maybe my beast will demand to be let loose and then it will
all be over.  I don't want it to be over.  As long as I can, I just want to
stay holding you, in you, feeling your breasts against me, your arms and
legs around me."

   "You left out something."

   "What?"

   "Kissing me.  Why don't you try that?  We always lose ourselves in each
other when we do that."

   We kissed like innocents first, just lips to lips, lips to cheeks, lips
to nose, but soon mouth to mouth won out and then tongue to tongue and I
began to lose myself in her.  I fought to remain in control so I could be
aware of my flesh moving in hers.  After a while longer, she whispered in
my ear again.

   "Could we roll over?"

   We rearranged our arms and legs as we had done so many times and then
with practiced ease we rolled over without losing an inch of our
connection. She lifted up, put both palms on my chest, and squirmed back
and forth.  I wondered why because she already had every inch of my penis
in her.

   I put my hands over hers on my chest, closed my eyes, and let her go for
a ride.  She started as usual just lifting her hips and sliding back down
and that was wonderful.  After a little while, she added a pelvic twist and
I knew that maneuver either put pressure or rubbed her clitoris and she
would come soon.  She went wild when her orgasm grabbed her and tried to
wrench my penis off or maybe pinch it off with her contractions.

   I gave her a moment to finish and then I lifted her by the hips and
fucked up into her as rapidly as I could.  Just a few seconds later I felt
my orgasm grab me and I shoved her down with every inch in her and the head
of my penis against her cervix and poured out my semen and my love into
her.

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   "Attention!  Could I have your attention, please?"

   I looked at the Mouseketeers table.  The four guys, James, Toby, Pyotr,
and Brian, were standing.  The three girls, Sam, Renée, and Petra were
sitting.  All of them were grinning.  I thought we were going to have a
play party after dinner, not after lunch.

   "It's raining this afternoon so we can't do anything outdoors," James
said.  "We want to do something indoors.  We want to have a sex play party.
Hold your hand up if you want to play."

   I looked around and saw thirteen hands in the air.  There were really
twenty or more hands in the air but I only counted one hand on each person.

   "David says we can organize this play party," Brian said.  "Well, we
have.  We're going to tell you a little about what we want to do and we
hope all of you will enjoy what we've planned."

   "We've prepared one of the unused bed chambers for us to play," Toby
said.  "Each bed alcove will be the playground for two couples, four
people. The first thing we've got to do is to pair up couples to play with
each other.  The first thing you've got to remember is that you must play
first with someone of the opposite sex who is not your usual partner and
after that you can play with anybody in your bed alcove.  We've put six
olive shells in a gourd.  Two are numbered one, two numbered two, and two
three.  We want the ladies to draw one olive shell out."

   Pyotr brought the gourd to our table first and held it out for Anna to
draw.  She reached in and pulled out a shell.  He let Caitlyn draw next and
Jean-Nicole third.

   He went back to the Mouseketeers table and let the three girls draw. 
When the last one had drawn, he turned to face the crowd.

   "OK, who has the ones?" James asked.  "Hold up your hand."

   Anna and Renée held up their hands.  That meant Anna and I were going to
play with Toby and Renée.  I could play with Renée first while Toby played
with Anna.  I could live with that.  I looked at Anna and saw her grinning
and knew she was OK with playing with Toby.

   "Who has the twos?" he asked.

   Caitlyn and Sam.  That meant Iain and James were going to play with
them, Iain with Sam, James with Caitlyn.  They were grinning like they
approved of the choice too.

   "Who has the threes?"

   Jean-Nicole and Petra.  I wasn't sure that Matt should play with Petra
but she had already had sex with Toby as well as Pyotr.  She was grinning
too so I suppose she was ready for a bigger penis.  I knew I had to let
them decide what to do.  I knew she didn't have to take it in her bouchi
unless she wanted it there.

   Then I remembered that there were seven guys and only six girls.  Brian
was not yet paired up with anyone.  What was he going to do?

   "Maybe you're wondering what I'm going to do," Brian said.  "I'm going
to be Rover, not Red Rover, just Rover.  The paired couples will find the
bed alcoves have been numbered one, two, and three.  You must get in your
alcove and stay there to play.  I can rove anywhere I want to."

   Catcalls and whistles and cheers from the Mouseketeer's table.  Brian
held his hand up for silence.

   "If I choose one of the alcoves, the occupants must let me in and let me
do anything I want to.  I promise not to fuck you guys, well, maybe not at
first, but you girls had better get ready for a monstrous dick."

   More whistles and cheers and yelling.

   "If I slap one of you guys on the ass and yell, "Rover," you have to
leave the alcove immediately and I mean immediately, no matter what you're
doing.  You become Rover and have to go to one of the other two beds
alcoves."

   I couldn't help but echo the others and let out a loud cheer this time.
This had interesting possibilities.

   "Remember, Rover has absolute priority in what he does and what girl he
does it with.  The girl's partner must let him take over and he has to stay
there unless Rover slaps him on the ass and yells, `Rover'.  Does everybody
understand?"

   "Once a guy becomes Rover, may he go back to his original partner?" Iain
asked.

   "He can but he can't slap the old Rover on the ass.  He can only slap
the other guy," James said.  "We make the rules; you guys have to follow
them, OK?"

   "There's one more thing we've agreed on," Toby said.  "If anybody wants
to leave their alcove to go potty, that's OK.  If anybody wants to stand
and watch what's happening in another bed, that's OK too.  Just no
participation, no play, unless you're in your own bed alcove.  Understand?"

   He waited for everybody to nod or approve.

   James added something: "And if Rover slaps you on the ass and says
`Rover' you've got to stop whatever you're doing, no matter what it is, and
leave that bed alcove, immediately!  Will you guys all follow that rule?"

   He waited for all the guys to nod or approve somehow.

   "OK, if you all understand the rules, we need to have a bath first.  In
the immortal words of our noble leader, `Before sex, clean body, dirty
mind.'".

   I didn't remember saying that.

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