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 The Fountain of Youth by Lazlong

   Chapter 9

   ------------------------------------------ Friday, October 15, 1976
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   I spent Friday morning reading my Biology textbook through and going
over the notes I'd made to date.  My test was to be on Monday, and I didn't
want to waste the weekend studying for it.

   Sharon and I had just set down to lunch when Missy came up.  "Would you
guys mind if I ate with you today?" she asked.

   "Not at all," I said.  "In fact we were wanting to talk with you. 
Where's Alice?"

   "Alice and I had an argument.  We're kind of not speaking right now."

   "I'm sorry.  Is there anything we can do to smooth it over?"

   "I'm afraid not.  I probably shouldn't tell you this, because I hate
gossip, but watch yourselves around Alice."

   "Okay.  I thought you guys were good friends.  It always seemed to be
Beth, Sharon, Alice and Missy."

   "Well, I thought so too, but last night after you guys left Betty's, she
started making some comments about Sharon and Bonnie that I didn't like, so
I told her off."

   "Missy," Sharon said.  "If you're not comfortable in telling me, just
tell me to mind my own business.  But, what did she say about us?"

   "Well, I am a little uncomfortable with it, but I'm going to tell you
anyway.  She said you and Bonnie must both be sluts.  She said you were a
slut for sleeping with Mike and Bonnie was a slut for letting you."

   We sat in stunned silence for a few minutes then Sharon said, "Thank you
Missy.  I might let her get away with calling me a slut.  By her standards
I guess I am.  I will not let her get away with calling Bonnie a slut. 
Bonnie took me in when Dad was abusing me.  She did things for me that I
never thought anyone would do for another person.  I will not let Alice get
away with this."

   "Take it easy Slugger," I said.  "Let it ride until you've talked to
Bonnie.  Neither one of us are calm enough right now to think rationally."

   "Yeah, I guess you're right.  Do you see why I love him so much, Missy?"

   "I think I do.  Now that I've dropped that bombshell, why did you guys
want to talk to me?"

   "Bonnie wanted us to ask you to spend the day with us tomorrow.  Beth
and I are going to be in the track meet tomorrow, and Sharon and Bonnie are
going to be here watching it.  She said if you'd like to come to the meet,
you could come home with us after.  We could all swim and hang out all
afternoon, then you could have dinner with us.  If you'd want, we could
take you home after dinner, or you could spend the night with Beth."

   "That sounds like so much fun.  I'll have to ask my foster parents, but
they'll probably let me.  Can I call you guys tonight to let you know?"

   "That would be great, Missy.  I hope you can come," Sharon told her.

   Sharon and Missy spent a lot of time during the rest of the lunch period
talking about what Missy should bring.  I would have felt left out if
Sharon hadn't been running her hand up and down the inside of my thigh the
whole time.  Every once in a while she'd bump my cock, then she'd turn and
grin at me.  I had to rearrange myself before I got up so my boner didn't
show so badly.

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   Practice was a team meeting.  The coaches passed out schedules for the
events.  We didn't work up a sweat, so we were out quickly.  Sharon met us,
and I drove us home.

   Missy had already called when we got there and said she could come and
she could stay the night if it was okay.

   Sharon and I told Bonnie and Beth about what Missy told us at lunch. 
Beth wanted to go out and make Aliceburgers, but Bonnie's cool head ruled.

   "She's not worth it Beth," Bonnie said.  "Just ignore her, and be very
friendly to Missy.  That'll get the message across quicker than anything
else."

   "I wanted to cut her tits off too, Bonnie, but Mike said I should talk
to you first," Sharon told her.  "I don't mind so much her calling me a
slut, but she has no right calling you one."

   "Listen kids, by society's rules, we are sluts.  All of us.  If anyone
knew I slept with my son and my daughter, I could go to jail.  If anyone
knew I was letting a fifteen year old sleep with my son, I could go to
jail. It's best to not stir up anything."

   "I take exception to one thing, Bonnie.  I think we need to put a block
on Alice so she can't tell anyone about Sharon and I sleeping together or
about you letting us," I said.

   "Oh...  I hadn't thought about that, Mike.  Yes, we should.  Do you
think she'll be at the track meet tomorrow?"

   "She should be.  Most students come.  It's a place for hanging out and
being with your friends."

   "Okay.  Sharon and I will take care of her during the meet.  Don't you
and Beth worry about things.  We want you to shine tomorrow."

   We made an early night of it.  We all snuggled in together, but didn't
make love.

   ------------------------------------------ Saturday, October 16, 1976
------------------------------------------

   Hillsdale has an impressive track team.  Their 10K man set a state
record last year, and he was back this year.  We had to be at the field at
7:30 AM to get checked in to all of our events, and the events themselves
started at 8:00.
Distance events were held on a separate track from the shorter events.
The first event on our track was the women's mile.  Beth took off like she
was afraid someone was going to beat her, and when she crossed the finish
line there wasn't anyone within a hundred yards of her.  She set a new

school record and was only three seconds off the state record.

   I paced myself a little more on the men's mile.  I won it easily but
wasn't close to a record.  I also won the five kilometer race handily.  I
didn't fare so well on the 10K race, though.  I was passing a guy from the
opposing team about a third of the way through the race when he accidently
bumped me.  I turned my ankle and went sprawling.  I got up immediately and
my ankle hurt like hell.  It was badly sprained.  I told my body to heal
it, and started walking it off.

   I was soon running again, but Hillsdale's 10K star had too much of a
lead on me.  I was about six paces behind him as I crossed the line.  Beth
won all three of her races.

   Beth and I were a weary pair when we made our way over to the stands to
find our group.  We spotted Bonnie, Sharon, and Missy sitting about three
rows up in the stands, smiling from ear to ear.

   <Did you take care of Alice?> I asked mentally.

   <Yes, but I'll tell you about it later,> Bonnie told us.

   "Congratulations guys," Missy said as Beth and I went to sit with them.

   "Thanks," I said.  Beth is the one who shined though.  "I should have
won the 10K."

   "It looked like you'd hurt your leg when you got up," Sharon said.

   "Yeah, it hurt pretty bad for a while.  It took me too long to get back
running."

   "Enough of this.  We did good, now let's get out of here," Beth
demanded. "I'm hungry."

   "You're always hungry," Bonnie told her.  "Do you want to stop at
Betty's and get a burger, or would you rather go home?  We have sandwich
stuff at home."

   "Let's just go home," Beth said.  "I'd like to eat something then lay
out in the sun for a while."

   "Sounds good to me," I said.  "Is this your suitcase?" I asked Missy.

   She admitted it was, so I picked it up and carried it to the Suburban
for her.  We all piled in and were soon pulling into our driveway.

   Bonnie and I started making sandwiches as soon as we got in the house,
but the three girls disappeared.  It was a half hour later, and Bonnie and
I had already eaten when they reappeared.

   When the girls came back in and started grabbing sandwiches, my mouth
fell open and I was speechless.  There wasn't enough material in the three
bikinis they were wearing, put together to make a single handkerchief.

   "If you were going to wear those, you should have just gone nude,"
Bonnie said with a laugh.

   "We would have, Mom, but we have company," Beth said.

   "Actually, going nude wouldn't have bothered me," Missy said.  "My
parents were naturists, and we went to nudist camps from as far back as I
can remember.  I guess Alice would have called me a slut too if she'd known
that."

   We all laughed, then Bonnie said, "We haven't been to a camp yet, but we
plan to soon.  We are usually nude around the house, and I don't see
anything wrong with it."

   "Sometimes a little mystery is more interesting than full nudity though,
Bonnie.  I'll bet Mike doesn't get tongue tied when you guys are nude, and
I'm sure his mouth doesn't hang open like that," Missy teased.

   "I thought that was just because there was a new girl around, Missy. 
You know you are exceptionally lovely, don't you?"

   "No, Bonnie.  I'm rather plain, and I know it."

   "Mike, is Missy beautiful, or is it just me?" Bonnie asked.

   "Absolutely gorgeous," I managed to get out.  "Just like the other three
women in this room."

   "Good save, lover," Sharon said as she came over and gave me a big hug.
"You might have had some catty females on your hands if you hadn't included
the rest of us."

   "I might be dumb but I'm not stupid," I said.

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   We had a lot of fun that afternoon, playing in the pool and talking as
we soaked up the sun.  Missy fit in with the group like she'd always been
there.  About the middle of the afternoon, the three girls were playing in
the pool and Bonnie and I were laying out, catching some sun.

   "You know, Bonnie," I said.  "We bought me a new car and Beth a new car.
I'm sure that when Sharon gets her license we'll buy her one as well. 
Don't you think it's time you got rid of that station wagon and bought a
new car for yourself?"

   "Yeah, I guess so.  It's just that it gets me around and I really don't
have any excuse for getting anything else."

   "Bonnie, My Love," I said in a low voice so the girls wouldn't hear.  "A
Dodge Aspen isn't the car for a sexy young thing like you.  You'd look sexy
in an Edsel, but I'd still like to see you in something you'd be proud of.
What's your all time favorite car?"

   "Well, there is one I've always liked," Bonnie giggled.  "About twenty
years ago I saw my first Jaguar.  It looked so sexy, I've always wanted
one. It's not practical, but it sure is sexy."

   "Have you seen the new XJ?  I think it's one of the nicest looking ones
yet."

   "Yes, I always look at the new models each year.  You know, maybe I
should get one.  I could keep the Aspen for grocery shopping and things
like that."

   "Yes, or you could use the suburban for things like that.  That way I
could use the Jag while you had my car."

   "Yeah right.  Like I'd turn a sixteen year old boy loose in a Jaguar."

   "Remember, I'm really a fifty-eight year old man.  Which would be worse
to turn loose with a Jag?" I asked laughing so hard I attracted the girl's
attention.

   "You just want to drive it to pick up pussy," Bonnie accused.

   "Yeah, right.  I have the three prettiest pussys in the state of
California right now.  I don't need any more pussy."

   "You may get one whether you need it or not," Bonnie whispered. 
"Doesn't it seem natural to have Missy here with us?"

   "God, Bonnie, I don't think I could handle another hungry pussy.  Three
women are more than any man can keep up with."

   "Hey stud, since you've found how to make Mr.  Friendly stand at
attention any time you want, you could take care of thirty women."

   "Seriously Bonnie, I haven't heard Missy say anything about hearing
people's thoughts or any thing like that.  I'm not sure you can even change
someone if they aren't already on the edge of doing it themselves."

   "I know, but she just seems to fit in so perfectly.  I'll try to draw
her out this afternoon.  Maybe she just hasn't said anything."

   "Bonnie, if I didn't know better I'd say you were hot for her."

   Bonnie smiled and leaned close to whisper.  "I am."

   We were still laughing our asses off when the girls came over to see
what the commotion was about.  "Bonnie is going to get herself a new car,
and when I said I'd like to drive it, she accused me of wanting it to pick
up girls."

   "You've already got all the girls you need," Sharon said as she climbed
up on my lap and snuggled in.

   "You are absolutely right," I told her.  I leaned down to share a tender
kiss, which turned into one of her toe curlers.  When we finally broke for
air, I said.  "Now you have to stay here for a while, Sweety.  Unless you
want to advertise to the world what you do to me."

   We sat for a couple of minutes while the laughter died down, then I got
up still holding Sharon to me.  I carried her to the pool and stepped up on
the diving board.  I started kissing her as I walked the length of the
board like I had with Beth a while back.  When I stepped off the end, our
lips were locked together and she was still in my arms.

   We broke the kiss as we surfaced.  Our lips were two inches apart when I
said, "You are the only woman I'll ever need." We kissed again, treading
water.  I could have kept it up for the rest of the afternoon, if Beth
hadn't done a cannonball right next to us.  We nearly drowned from the
splash.

   We did a lot of dunking and grabassing for a while.  I kept ending up
with hand fulls of tit and hand fulls of butt.  I have no idea how many
times my cock and my ass were groped, nor who was doing the groping.  It
was a lot of fun, though, and the first time this afternoon we had been
able to be completely free.

   I finally tired of the pool and climbed out to dry off.  When I leaned
back in one of the lounges, Sharon immediately settled on my lap again.  It
is a wonderful thing to have a very desirable young lady in a micro-bikini
snuggle in your lap.  Sharon could feel my reaction to her body and gave me
a big smile.  If Missy hadn't been less than six feet away, I'm sure we'd
have enjoyed the snuggling even more.

   "Missy was just telling me about what happened with Jim Butterman,"
Bonnie said.  "She said she knew she shouldn't have gone with him that
day."

   "Yeah, I knew he was feeling a lot of lust, but a lot of guys are like
that.  They always manage to control it though."

   "How did you know he was feeling lust?" I asked.

   "Well, I've always been able to tell what people are feeling.  I don't
know how, Mike but I can.  Bonnie said all of you have had similar
experiences."

   "Yes, we have.  Ours have mostly been being able to catch a bit of what
someone was thinking though.  Please don't tell anyone about that Missy.  I
don't want to become someone's lab rat."

   "Oh, I wouldn't Mike.  For some reason I feel like I can trust you guys
or I would have never mentioned it to Bonnie.  I'll admit I've had flashes
of hearing someone's thoughts, or at least I think I have.  I was never
really sure if I was hearing them or if I was imagining it."

   "I know what you mean, Missy.  I always wondered about it too."

   "Anyway, Mike.  I want to do something about Butterman," Bonnie broke
in. "I have an idea I'd like your opinion on."

   "Okay, shoot."

   "Missy says that Butterman hangs out at Betty's a lot.  Do you think
he'd be interested in me if I kind of come on to him?"

   "If he isn't blind he would be."

   "Okay, here's the plan.  If I can get him to take me out, I'll kind of
lead him on until he takes me to park somewhere.  You guys should follow so
I don't get into too much trouble.  Then when he tries to put the moves on
me, I'll tell him no.  If he's running true to form, he'll tell me he's
going to have me whether I want it or not.  He'll then try to rape me. 
That's when I want you guys close."

   "Okay, so we catch him trying to rape you.  What good is that going to
do?"

   "What he won't know is that I'll be tape recording the whole thing.  The
next day, you guys play the tape on the loudspeakers at school."

   "Oh, that part I like.  I'm not so crazy about you putting yourself in
danger though."

   "It really won't be that much danger, Mike.  Missy says he always parks
up at Smittering Point.  You could be there waiting in the Suburban, and
Beth can follow in the VW in case he changes his mind about where to go. 
When he gets to the rape part, I'll scream and you guys can come to the
rescue."

   "I still don't like it, but why don't you run it past Beth and Sharon.
If they'll go along with it, so will I."

   "I want a part of this too, Bonnie," Missy told her.  "Either I'm with
Beth, or I'm with Mike and Sharon."

   "Are you sure, Missy?  It'll probably bring back some bad memories."

   "Yes, I'm sure.  I want to keep the bastard from hurting anyone.  I'm
lucky I wasn't raped, and I'd rather be sure no one else has to depend on
luck."

   "Okay, you're in.  I'll talk to Beth and Sharon right now." Bonnie got
up and went over to the edge of the pool to talk with the two girls.

   "Missy, Bonnie and I were talking about how well you seem to fit into
our group.  Do you feel comfortable with all of us?" I asked.

   "Yes Mike, I feel very comfortable with all of you.  Remember, I can
tell what people are feeling.  I know you love Sharon dearly and I know she
loves you just as much.  I'm afraid I know your other secrets too.  You
don't need to worry.  I'd never tell anyone.  It doesn't bother me at all.
I just wish I had a loving family too."

   I could see the tears running from her eyes as she said that, so I got
up and went over to where she was sitting.  I sat beside her and put my
arms around her.  I've always been a sucker for a woman's tears.

   <Sharon, Bonnie, Beth, please come here.  Missy is badly in need of some
reassurance.>

   My three lovlies turned as one and looked at us.  <Hold her for a few
minutes, Mike and rub her back and shoulders.  We'll be there in a few
minutes,> Sharon told me.

   <Okay, but hurry.  She feels very unloved.>

   "Missy, there are people who love you.  There are four of us here today
who've fallen for you pretty quickly."

   "I know Mike.  I can feel it.  I guess I just miss having a home with a
loving mother and father."

   "That would be tough, Missy," I said as I made soft circles on her back.
"We could never replace your mother and father, but we could be your family
if you'll let us."

   "Mike I really like you guys.  I'm just not ready for a sexual
relationship with anyone."

   "Missy, it wouldn't have to be a sexual relationship.  In fact, it would
be far less complicated if it weren't sexual.  You say you know our other
secrets.  What secrets do you think we have?"

   "I think that you and Bonnie and you and Beth are lovers.  I know this
because I sense the physical attraction between you.  I also sense physical
love as well as familial love between you."

   "Okay, I believe you.  Does it bother you that I'm holding you?"

   "No.  I'm enjoying this, Mike."

   "Would it bother you if I were holding Bonnie like I'm holding you?"

   No.  I don't think so anyway."

   "Would it bother you if Bonnie or Beth were holding you like this?"

   "No.  I'm not a lesbian or anything, but I love Bonnie, Beth and Sharon.
I don't want to have sex with them, but I wouldn't mind cuddling with
them."

   "Okay.  We do a lot of cuddling around here.  For the most part, it's
not sexual.  Sometimes it develops into that, but only by mutual desire and
consent.  No one in this house has ever been forced to do anything they
didn't want to do."

   "I believe you Mike.  I guess I can even understand the incest.  Bonnie
and Beth are both gorgeous and you are a very handsome man.  I can see why
you were attracted to each other.  How does Sharon fit in though?"

   "Sharon is my love and my lover.  She's the light of my life.  She's the
woman I'm going to marry just as soon as we're old enough.  She's the woman
who's going to bear my children.  I could never love anyone any more than I
love Sharon.  However, although Bonnie and Beth can never be married to me
or have my children, I love them just as much as I love Sharon."

   "Sharon knows you love Bonnie and Beth as much as you love her?"

   "Yes."

   "Does she know you have sex with Bonnie and Beth?"

   "She knows I make love with them.  There's a big difference between
making love and having sex."

   "But, how can Sharon let you make love to the other two?  Isn't she
jealous?"

   "Not a bit.  The other two aren't jealous either.  We all four love each
other, so we have no problems with it."

   By now, the three ladies we had been talking about had come over and
taken seats close to us.  Sharon looked over at Missy and said, "All our
lives we've been taught that you can only love one person, yet we know that
isn't the truth.  You loved you mother and your father equally didn't you?"

   "Yes, I did, but that's a different kind of love."

   "Not really, Missy.  I agree there are two kinds of love, however I
disagree with how others define those types of love.  The Greeks called the
two types Eros and Agape.  Eros was defined as sexual love, and agape was
defined as platonic love, or the kind love you would have for a parent or a
sibling.  I believe one type of love is the kind you have for another human
being.  The other type of love in my opinion is like what you would feel
for a good dog, or some inanimate object.  I believe any love you feel for
another human is part of the same type of love."

   Sharon took a sip of her soda and let Missy think about that for a
minute.  "The love you feel for different humans is different for every
human you love.  I'm sure the love you felt for your father was different
from what you felt for your mother, and they both were different from what
you felt for your sister.  If you had a boyfriend or husband, the love you
felt for them would be different still.  Where people become confused is
that we equate lust or sexual desire with love.  We can love someone and
not desire them.  We can desire someone and not love them.  If you were
married to someone who you loved dearly, and for some reason you could no
longer have sex, would you stop loving them?"

   "No, I can't see that I would."

   "So, the lust or desire might be gone, but the love would still be
there. I haven't experienced it personally, but I'd swear the love itself
wouldn't have changed at all."

   "Okay, I can understand that you can love more than one person at a
time, but why aren't you jealous about the lust Mike feels for his mother
and his sister?"

   "I've never really put any of this into words before, Missy," Sharon
said.  "So, please bear with me.  First off, lust is like a hunger.  It
isn't really anything we can control.  We feel it whether we want to or
not. We can refuse to act on it, and it eventually goes away.  You can't
blame your body for suddenly becoming hungry when you see and smell a thick
juicy steak prepared just the way you like it.  So, you can't blame your
body if you are suddenly in lust when you see someone who is exactly the
kind of person your body responds to."

   "I guess I can see that.  You're saying you can't blame Mike because his
body responds to Bonnie and Beth."

   "That's right.  You also have to remember, Mike had a sexual
relationship with B & B before he ever met me."

   "Okay, but what would you feel if Mike started feeling lustful toward
someone else, now?"

   "Like you, you mean?  I know Mike is attracted to you.  He's sitting
here with a near naked babe in his arms, comforting her.  He'd be a wooden
statue if he wasn't attracted.  Although I'll admit parts of him probably
do feel wooden right now.  Right now his body is hungry for a nice juicy
sirloin steak.  If he can't have the sirloin, he'll settle for a nice juicy
porterhouse like me.  But, he'll still wish he'd had the sirloin.  It's not
that he'll enjoy the porterhouse any less, and next time he's hungry it
might be the porterhouse he thinks of first.  It might also be the ribeye
he has a craving for when he gets hungry again.  I don't know if I'm making
any sense or not, but the answer is NO, I wouldn't jealous if you and Mike
decided to do the horizontal mambo."

   "That seems Okay for Mike, but what about the rest of you?  Don't you
get tired of eating the same thing for every meal?"

   "We probably would, but when there are four people who are open and
honest with each other, there are infinite combinations of cuisine."

   "You mean you girls do it with each other too?"

   "Of course we do.  We love each other too.  We also lust after each
other too.  It's different.  I'm not a lesbian either, but if Beth can
scratch my itch while Mike is with Bonnie, I don't feel left out.  If I
don't have a specific itch at the time, then it's fun to watch."

   "I just don't know if I could do that."

   "Damn it, Missy.  You said you didn't want a sexual relationship. 
Bullshit.  You're just afraid to start a sexual relationship.  You can read
other peoples' feelings, so you must know that everyone here is attracted
to you.  I'll let you in on a little secret.  I can read your feelings too.
I know you are attracted to everyone here as well."

   Missy blushed from the top of her head to the tip of her toes.  It was a
very interesting thing to see happen.  I could actually feel the heat from
her skin increase.

   "Just because I feel the desire doesn't mean I'm going to do anything
about it," Missy said defiantly.

   "Absolutely," Sharon said.  "We don't have to act on our desires.  Do
you think Jim Butterman would sit there and hold you like Mike is?  Mike
feels the desire, but he isn't and won't be acting on it.  Mike is in
control.  What I was trying to say though is that you can't say you don't
want a sexual relationship.  You can say you are afraid to start one or
that you refuse to start one, but you can't say you don't want one."

   "How can you say with such certainty what I want and don't want?"

   "Missy, I think it's time we told you our biggest family secret," Bonnie
broke in.

   "Are you sure about this Mom?" Beth asked.

   "Yes, I'm sure, but I'll let the rest of you have a say as well.  All of
you just say yes or no."

   "Yes," from Sharon.

   "Yes," from Beth.

   "Yes," from me.

   "Beth, you raised the question of whether I was sure or not.  Why?"

   "I just wanted to give Sharon a chance to say, no, considering all the
implications.  I could and will share everything with Missy, but I wanted
Sharon to be able to back out if it was going to be too much for her."

   "I thank you, Beth, but I am perfectly fine with everything," Sharon
told her.

   "Okay Missy, here's the deal.  I know you can read feelings.  Well, so
can we.  All four of us.  We can also consistently read anything anyone is
thinking.  Again, all four of us.  This makes for a different relationship
than anyone has even conceived of before."

   "Oh my.  You mean you've been reading everything I've been thinking?"

   "No we haven't, Missy.  We would never do that to a friend.  We don't
even read each other without asking permission first," I told her.

   Missy turned so that she was looking into my eyes.  She held my gaze for
several seconds, then nodded.

   "I believe you Mike," she said softly.

   Bonnie went on to tell Missy the entire story.  We told her we didn't
want her to make a decision right away, but asked her to please not tell
anyone else about us.  I could tell she was shook up, but I could also feel
that our secrets were safe with her.

   Chapter 10

   ------------------------------------------ Sunday, October 17, 1976
------------------------------------------

   Beth and Missy slept in Beth's room Saturday night, while the rest of us
slept in Bonnie's room.  Sharon and I made slow, tender love while Bonnie
caressed both of us.  We cuddled for a long time afterwards, enjoying the
closeness and the love that flowed between us.

   I was sitting in the kitchen sipping on my second cup of coffee when
Missy came in.

   "Good morning," I said.

   "Good morning Mike.  Do you have any more of that coffee?"

   I got her a cup and she sat down across from where I had been sitting.
We sipped in silence for a few minutes, then Missy said, "I want to thank
you for holding me yesterday evening.  I was feeling very vulnerable and
very alone."

   "That's Okay Missy.  One of the biggest advantages of having a family as
I'm sure you know is in having someone be there when you need them.  You've
been through a lot and you should be proud of how you've handled
everything."

   "Mike, you have no idea how close I am to losing it at times.  I loved
my parents very much and I adored my little sister.  I miss them so badly."

   "Are your foster parents any help at all?"

   "Not really.  I think Betty tries, but they have five foster kids.  It's
a business to them.  One of the boys is a real hard case.  He was a gang
member, and they have to watch him all of the time.  The other boy has been
in foster care all of his life.  He never expects anything else, so he is a
very bitter twelve year old.  The oldest girl besides me is fourteen.  She
was on drugs and was selling her body for her next fix before she was put
into rehab, and then moved to where I live.  The other girl is nine and
cute as a button.  She's the only one I feel anything for."

   "How old are you, Melissa?"

   "I'm almost as old as you are, Mike.  I was held back a year in school
because I was out so much during second grade.  I have asthma and that year
they just couldn't seem to keep it under control."

   "Have you ever thought of going to court to be emancipated?"

   "I know what emancipation is, but how would that apply to me?"

   "There's a law in California that says a minor can apply to the court to
be emancipated, or declared as being legally an adult.  You would have to
show you were able to support yourself, but in your case I don't think it
would be too difficult to put through."

   "I don't have a job, or a place to stay Mike.  It is something to think
about though."

   "I don't think we told you that we are starting our own corporation. 
The final papers on it will be ready within the next few days.  If you'd
like, you could be an employee of our company.  We are going to need
someone to do research on companies to invest in, and to look for real
estate to purchase."

   "That would be interesting.  I've always been fascinated by the stock
market.  I know nothing about real estate though."

   "Bonnie was a broker before she retired, so all our researcher would
have to do is find prospective properties, and find out all she could about
the properties.  As far as a place to stay goes, you have an invitation to
join our family.  We know you aren't ready for a sexual relationship, but
that doesn't mean you can't be a family member.  You could have your own
room and participate as little or as much as you want."

   "Mike, I want more than anything to be a member of your family.  I'm
just scared."

   "I know Missy.  Bonnie told you about the thing we do to the brain so
you can gain your telepathic potential.  You could live here with us
without having this done, but you really wouldn't be a member of the
family. I think this is one of the things that's scaring you."

   "It is Mike.  It almost seems like mind control.  I'm afraid I wouldn't
be the same person afterwards."

   "I can understand that, Missy.  All I can do is tell you how it was for
me.  I was having these flashes of being able to tell what someone was
thinking.  It only happened during times of stress or great excitement. 
One night while I was making love to Bonnie, I thought to myself that I'd
sure like to know what caused those flashes.  Suddenly I knew it was
because my blood pressure was higher during those times and that if I could
increase the blood flow to a specific area of the brain, I'd have the
talent at all times."

   "So it was a physical thing rather than messing with your thoughts?"

   "That's right.  Of course, my talent disappeared as quickly as it came.
I thought about the excitement so I went out and got in our car and drove
it at a reckless speed.  When I was excited enough, I simply told myself I
wanted the specific blood vessel I had seen before to be half again as big
as it had been.  When I got back home, Bonnie awoke, and I found I could
read every thing she was thinking."

   "Changing the size of a blood vessel doesn't sound all that scary. 
Could you change it back if I decided I didn't like it?"

   "Yes, I could, but after you have had the change made I can almost
guarantee you wouldn't want it changed back."

   "Okay, you've convinced me.  Do it."

   "If you're sure Missy, then come in the living room and lie down on the
couch.  It might make you a little dizzy for a second or two."

   "Oh I'm sure.  Mike, I've just lost so much, I don't want to lose
anything else."

   I told Missy to lie down on the couch and close her eyes.  When she
started to relax, I increased the size of her blood vessel.  The procedure
only took a few seconds.

   <You can open your eyes now, Missy.>

   She opened her eyes and looked around.  "When are you going to do it?"

   <I already have.>

   "You mean that's all that's going to happen?"

   <Well, yes.  As far as changing anything anyway.>

   "You're not talking, are you?"

   <No, just thinking.  Try thinking something at me.>

   <This is incredible, Mike.  Everything is so clear.>

   <Yep.  I'm going to see if anyone else is up.  Hold on a second.>

   I called for Sharon and sure enough, she was just waking up.  <Sharon,
my love, think something at Missy.  I just did the big brain change for
her.>

   <Good morning Missy.  This is Sharon.  Do you feel any different?>

   <Good morning Sharon.  I really don't feel any different.  This talking
without talking is great though.>

   <You ain't seen nothing yet.  You can exchange sights, sounds, smells
and feelings too.  Watch this.>

   All of a sudden my mind was filled with a picture of Bonnie.  She was
sound asleep and nude.  Her hair was tousled and her breasts and nipples
sticking up proudly.

   <My God, that is fantastic,> Missy told her.

   <It is a mixed blessing really.  Just wait until you're in the middle of
a class and Mike projects a picture of all the naked jocks taking a
shower.>

   Missy giggled.  <I'll bet it's hard to concentrate on algebra.>

   <Sharon, why don't you see if Beth is awake, then come on down and join
us?> I asked.

   <I'll be right there, lover.>

   "Missy, one of the first things you should do is explore your inner body
a little.  Tell your brain to look for anything that might be wrong, and to
fix it if it finds anything."

   "We can do that?"

   "Yes, it's really fairly easy.  Your body seems to know how things
should be, and it can make the repairs without our having to tell it
exactly what to do.  Bonnie got rid of a cancer that way, and she also had
her body change to the way it had been when she was eighteen."

   "Can we fix broken bones and things like that?"

   "Absolutely.  We're not sure about it yet, but we don't think we'll ever
get old.  Bonnie has told her body to maintain its self at the age of
eighteen.  Beth, Sharon and I are letting our bodies mature a little before
we stop the aging process."

   "Are we going to live forever?"

   "I don't know Missy.  It's possible.  I think the only way one of us
will die is if we have massive damage to the brain and are not able to
repair it before we die."

   "This is unbelievable," Missy was saying as Sharon walked into the room.

   Sharon was dressed in her usual attire when she was home.  In other
words she was as naked as the day she was born.  She came over to me and
snuggled into my lap.  She gave me a big kiss and told Missy and I good
morning.

   "Did you sleep well, Sweety?" I asked.

   "Yep, I had the best sleeping potion known to woman," she said as she
smiled at Missy.

   "So did I Sweety."

   "So, what do you think of this mind reading thing Missy?" Sharon asked.

   "It's not like I thought it would be.  I don't seem to pick up anything
unless you think it directly at me."

   "You have to make an effort to read someone.  Concentrate on me, and
tell your brain you want to know what I'm thinking," Sharon told her.

   "Oh...  Oh my...  Oh my God...  Now I know what you meant by a sleeping
potion."

   "That's Okay Missy.  I find all three of the women here like to
embarrass people.  Especially me."

   "That's because you're so easy Bro," Beth said as she walked into the
room, dressed like Sharon.  "Besides, it's a lot harder to embarrass a
woman.  We're much more practical than men."

   "So Missy, does allowing yourself to be brain raped mean you want to be
part of the family?" Beth asked.

   "I'd hardly call it a brain rape," Missy responded.  "Yes, Beth, I would
like to be part of this family.  I'm not sure about the sexual thing, but
Mike assures me it isn't necessary."

   "I'm just teasing Missy.  You are certainly welcome to the family in
whatever capacity you are comfortable with."

   "Amen to that," Bonnie said as she came in.  She too had adopted the
uniform of the day, nudity.  "Now we just have to figure out how to fix it
so you can live with us."

   I explained to the girls about emancipation then said, "Her foster
parents may fight it, since it would be a loss of revenue to them.  The
other alternative is to offer to let the foster parents continue to draw
the money for her, but have them let her live here.  That way they'd be
making money by not having to feed and clothe her.  We could even offer to
kick in a little extra if we needed to."

   "I won't have you guys spending money on me," Missy said.

   "I'm sorry.  I must be going deaf in my old age," Bonnie said with a
smirk.  "Didn't I hear Missy say she was accepting membership in this
family?"

   "That's what I heard, Mom," Beth agreed.

   "Yeah, me too, Bonnie," Sharon confirmed.

   "That makes it unanimous," I said.  "Missy, we had the same argument
with Sharon when she came into the family.  Family members share alike. 
Whether it's food or money or whatever."

   "I...  I guess that makes sense.  I'll work for the corporation.  I'm
not sure how much help I'll be, but I'll try.  Can we afford to pay them
something?"

   Sharon giggled.  "Listen, sister.  This family can afford it.  A couple
of weeks ago we were worth a little over two million.  As of Friday, it was
over three."

   Missy's mouth fell open.  "I didn't know you guys are rich."

   "You're included in that Missy.  We share everything."

   "But...  But..."

   "No buts unless they're bare butts," I said.  "That's the way it is, so
you can either like it or lump it."

   ------------

   Bonnie talked with Betty and Darrel Christoferson that afternoon.  She
told them we'd like for Missy to live with us.  "There are two ways we can
do this," she told them.

   "What do you mean?" Betty asked.

   "I really think Missy is an adult in a sixteen year old body.  She was
talking about going to court to have herself declared an adult.  If she did
that, you could probably throw a monkey wrench into the works if you fought
it.  We know it would be a loss of revenue for you, so we are willing to
pay you a sum equivalent to what you would receive for caring for her until
her eighteenth birthday.  This would be a lump sum, payable when she won
her case."

   "Okay, what is the other way?"

   "That would be for you to continue receiving payment for her care from
the state, but she would actually be living with and working for us."

   "What would she be doing for you?"

   "I am the CEO of MBBS Enterprises.  Missy would be doing research for
the company scouting out new real estate ventures for our analysts to
evaluate."

   "It sounds like you're legitimate, but I think we'd like to talk this
over.  Could we call you tomorrow with an answer?"

   "Yes, tomorrow would be fine.  Missy will be staying here tonight, so
don't worry about her."

   ------------------------------------------ Monday, October 18, 1976
------------------------------------------

   Sharon, Beth, Missy, and I were on our way to school Monday morning when
I decided to bring up something I'd been thinking about all weekend. 
"Beth, are you enjoying track as much as you thought you would?" I asked.

   "Well...  It's Okay.  I did enjoy winning at the meet on Saturday."

   "Yeah, I guess I did too.  It's just that track practice takes up
between one and three hours every day.  I like to run, but there are a lot
of other things I'd like to use the time for as well."

   "I know what you mean.  At first it was a kick, especially when we got
to run together.  Now, it just seems like work."

   "I've been thinking about dropping out, Sis.  You don't have to, but it
would give me more time to work on the business."

   "Are you serious Bro?  I really only stayed with it this long because of
you.  Do we tell the coach this afternoon?"

   "Yeah.  He's going to have a cow.  We won five of the six races we were
in at the meet.  He's probably thinking of a state championship right now."

   -------------

   Today, I tested out of Biology.  It seemed as easy as the previous two
tests I had taken.  All I had to do for the rest of the day was have lunch
with my love and then beard the coach in his den.

   Bonnie came in for a conference with Ms.  Richards, and along with Beth,
they worked out a schedule for testing her out of her classes.  When they
had everything worked out, Ms.  Richards asked, "Mrs.  Green, did a Dr. 
Cunningham come to see you?"

   "No, why do you ask?"

   "Well...  he was in here about a week ago wanting information about
Michael's IQ.  He said he was a colleague of Dr.  Franks.  I told him he
would have to get a statement signed by you before I would ask our attorney
to approve releasing any information."

   "That is strange.  I appreciate your refusing to give out information
about my family.  I can assure you it will be a cold day in a hot place
before I sign anything for him."

   "That's okay, Mrs.  Green.  Information about students is confidential.
If you change your mind about signing a release, please call me and let me
know." Before she left the school, Bonnie stopped by the study hall I was
in.  She asked the teacher if I could come outside for a family matter, and
the teacher agreed since I wasn't really assigned to the class anyway.

   <Mike, do you think tonight would be a good time to start our plan for
Jim Butterman?>

   <I guess it's as good as any.  I am still a little worried about it, but
I know you're determined.>

   We were walking along through the school grounds as we talked mentally.
Bonnie took my hand and gave it a squeeze.

   <I don't think there's anything to worry about.  I'm a big girl and can
take care of myself.  Besides, by the time he starts making his move, I'm
going to have my entire family within a few feet of me.>

   <Okay.  After lunch I'm going to talk to the coach.  Beth and I have
decided that track is taking up too much of our time, so we're going to
drop it.  I'll come home after that, and then we can come back here in the
Suburban to pick up the girls after school.>

   <Come home as soon after lunch as you can, and you can go to the Jaguar
dealer with me.> She had a smile that should have been reported to the
communicable disease center as infectious.

   <You're gonna do it, huh?>

   <Yep.>

   <Why don't you have lunch with us?  It's only about twenty minutes until
it's time for Sharon, Missy and I to eat.>

   <That would be fun.  Should I tell them I'm getting a new car, or should
I wait and let them see it in the driveway?>

   <I'd say wait.  It'll be a better surprise.>

   ---------

   Lunch was a lot of fun.  With three women at the table it was hard for
me to get a word in edgewise.  We had only been there about ten minutes
when I saw Butterman walking across the room.  I could see he was going to
pass close to us, so I told Bonnie where to look so she could see him.

   When Butterman got close to our table, Bonnie laughed loudly.  Butterman
couldn't help but look at her and when he did Bonnie gave him a big smile,
then looked shyly away.  Butterman faltered and almost stumbled as noticed
her smile first, and then the tops of her magnificent breasts displayed in
her peasant blouse.

   He caught himself and continued on, but he looked like he'd been
gobsmacked.  I almost broke out laughing, but Sharon elbowed me in the ribs
to shut me up.  "Just setting the stage for later," Bonnie said with a big
smile.  "I think he took the bait.  Later I'll just have to set the hook."

   "He just saw you sitting with Missy.  Isn't that going to cause him to
shy away?" I asked.

   "I don't think so," Bonnie said thoughtfully.  "If it comes up, I'll
just say she's a blushing virgin and a bit of a prick tease.  If his ego's
as big as I think it is, he'll just think he's so irresistible I can't
leave him alone."

   When Bonnie saw the look on Missy's face she gave her a hug and said,
"Missy, you know I don't think you're a prick tease.  I'll just say that to
set the trap for young Mr.  Butterman.  We all love our newest family
member, and I'd never say or do anything to hurt you."

   "I know, Bonnie.  I guess I am a bit of a tease though.  I like the
excitement of coming close to having sex without actually having to go
through with the actual act.  Having sex scares me."

   "Honey, having sex for the first time scares every girl.  I know it sure
did me.  Look, you know we all sleep together, and we all have sex
together. Any time you'd like, you can come in and watch.  Making love can
be exciting, it can be very loving, or it can be very passionate.  If it's
truly making love instead of just fucking, even the passionate times are
loving experiences."

   "That's what Sharon and Beth tell me.  It's just that the closest I ever
came to actually doing it was with Jim.  With him I didn't have a choice.
He said we were going to do it.  He didn't ask and he didn't seem to care
if I wanted it or not.  I was scared and instead of trying to help me
overcome my fear, he just tried to force me."

   "Sweety, you never have to worry about anyone in our family forcing you
to do anything.  Bonnie is right, you can come in and watch any time you
want.  That way you'll get to see just how badly these women abuse me," I
said with as straight a face as I could hold.

   This time I got an elbow from Sharon and a kick under the table from
Bonnie.  I also got a big smile from Missy.

   ----------

   I was right.  The coach was furious.  Bonnie went in with me to see him,
and I was very glad she had.  "What the fuck do you mean, you're dropping
out of track?  You and your sister have been to one meet and you tore them
up.  I know it's not the workouts because neither one of you seem to be all
that tired at the end of them."

   "No, coach.  It's just that I have a lot of commitments at home that I
need to take care of," I told him.  "It's the time involved more than
anything else."

   "What kind of commitments can a sixteen year old have?  You need to make
a commitment to yourself to make the most of yourself that you can."

   I could tell Bonnie was furious.  I hadn't introduced her when we came
in so he didn't really know who she was.  She gave him a look that would
have stripped paint and said, "Mike's commitment is to our family business.
For your information Mike has made a little over three million dollars for
the family in the last four months.  How's that for a sixteen year old. 
How much money have you made during that time?  By the way, I'm Mike's
mother.  I wouldn't let him run for you for any reason."

   "I'm sorry Mrs.  Green.  I didn't realize who you were.  What's this
about three million dollars?"

   "Mike has a knack for picking stocks that are about to grow.  I don't
know how he does it, but he can read the financial pages, and analyze the
different stocks.  He's right about eighty percent of the time.  He even
enjoys doing it, but he needs time to read.  He hopes to retire by the time
he's twenty."

   "Retired at twenty?  That's unbelievable.  Okay, Mike.  I'll let you
guys out, but I am going to ask all of the other coaches to refuse to let
you play on any of their teams."

   "That's fine," Bonnie told him.  "Mike is going to be graduating at the
end of this semester anyway."

   ---------

   Bonnie had been all business when we went to the Volkswagen dealership
to buy Beth's car.  You might even say she was giddy as she ran from model
to model in the Jaguar dealership.  She looked over at me with a big smile
as she leaned up against a low, sleek XJR 12 cylinder racing model.  "How
do I look?" she asked.

   "You look fantastic as always, Bonnie.  The car doesn't look bad either.
Is that what you're interested in, or are you more interested in one of the
coupes?"

   "Oh, this is the one.  I get wet just thinking about driving it."

   I laughed at her enthusiasm.  "Sweety, you get wet pealing potatoes.  It
is a beauty though."

   No one came to talk with us, so I finally went over to an office and
asked a salesman for some help.  "My mother is interested in buying a new
car.  Could you give her some help please, or should be try a dealership in
a different town?"

   "I'm sorry," a very British sounding salesman said.  "I thought you were
just a couple of kids looking over the fancy cars.  Is that your mother? 
She looks so young."

   "Yes it is my mother and yes she does look young.  I hope you can help
her.  This has been a lifelong dream of hers and I'd like to see it come
true."

   The salesman actually turned out to be very nice.  He and Bonnie
discussed options, pricing, and availability.  I could see her face fall
when he told her that to get one equipped just the way she wanted it, it
would take approximately three months.

   "Oh, I was hoping to have it before that," she told him, her
disappointment apparent even to him.

   "Well, we do have one coming in that is almost like you're wanting.  The
only difference is in the color of the upholstery.  A man ordered it and
his wife called in a couple of weeks ago to tell us he'd been killed in an
auto accident.  She says she has no use for it.  The vehicle is due in next
week."

   Bonnie decided that the color of the upholstery wasn't that important,
so she would take the one coming in.  Bonnie worked out the best deal she
could and wrote the man a check.

   --------

   We had a little time to kill before we went to pick up the girls so I
decided to look at the Wall Street Journal to see if I could pick up
anything new.  It seemed like every time I looked at the paper I saw
something that reminded me of something that made me want to invest in one
or more companies.

   Bonnie was reading when the telephone rang.  She answered it, and within
a few minutes she came in to tell me about the call.

   <That was the Christofersons about Missy.>

   I looked at her inquiringly but said nothing.

   <They're willing to give Missy up...  if the price is right.>

   <What do you mean?> I knew deep down, but I didn't want to believe it.

   <They said they won't fight her emancipation if we pay them a lump sum
of $100,000.00.  I explained to them that they wouldn't get more than five
thousand during the rest of the time she'd be staying with them from the
state, and that they'd have to feed and clothe her as well.  The guy just
laughed and said if we wanted her, we'd pay his price.>

   <Bastard!>

   <You got that right.  I don't know if his wife was there or not, but he
told me he thought Missy was a hot little piece and that he had been
planning to make her one of their special children for a while.  He said
we'd just be compensating him for the loss of her pussy.>

   <Bonnie, my first reaction is to go over there and cut his cock off. 
That probably wouldn't do any of us much good though, so what do you think
we should do?>

   <I'm not sure.  I'm going to call Phil Shelton (our attorney) and see
what he'd suggest.>

   Bonnie went away and made her call.  She was gone almost half an hour
and looked very disturbed when she came back.

   <Phil doesn't think the emancipation will fly if the Christofersons
fight it.  He said the court would need evidence that Missy was capable of
taking care of herself without becoming a burden to the state.  The fact we
are giving her a job would help, but she would be able to show little or no
time on the job, so the court wouldn't be able to determine if she'd hold
the job or not.  If the Christofersons gave her a good reference, saying
she was stable and reliable, it would go through.  If they said she was a
scatter brain who went from one thing to another, it would not be allowed.>

   <So, how do we get the bastards to change their minds?  If we paid them
the money, there's no guarantee they'd live up to their end of the
bargain.>

   <Well.  Phil says he's going to have an investigator he works with check
them out.  He said the guy will be checking to find out if there's anything
to the "Special Children" that Christoferson mentioned.  If there is, we
can go to court and sue for custody.>

   <What do we do with Missy while we're waiting for the investigator?>

   <I told Christoferson it would take a week or two to come up with that
much money.  He said she could stay with us until then.>

   <So, we wait until we hear from Phil?>

   <Yes and no.  We wait, but while we do, I think we need to visit the
Christoferson residence at night, while they're sleeping.  I think we need
to probe them, then if we find anything, we can feed some hints to Phil's
investigator.>

   <Now, that's a great idea.>
   To be continued