Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact: Episode 3 -- Interventions
Part: 34 of 40
Universe: The Pact
Summary: The boys hatch a plan to energize the football team using their
excess feminine resources -- but they stumble onto something dark in the
process...
Content: MM oral anal mF ws F-dom ir cuck humil
The Pact: Episode 3 -- Interventions
Chapter 34
Martin was right; Fernando's office was a gold mine. It took Hank
and Maddie all of ten minutes to find Fernando's journal -- and reading it
was an exercise in deciphering paranoia and megalomania. Fernando bragged
about destroying the lives of countless people; the journal was a daily
litany of him putting the screws to his customers, other strangers, and the
occasional coworker suspected (usually without any basis) of harboring ill-
will toward him. Fernando kept 'trophies' -- mementoes of his various
victories over others whose only offense usually was coming into Fernando's
orbit; the journal described these items and their significance in loving
detail.
It also led them to three previous volumes locked in his big safe;
Fernando, like many with his afflictions, was overconfident and his security
measures were like swiss cheese. The safe opened to his birthdate as a
combination and spilled a raft of treasures -- including the previous
journals, three ledger books, and other documents, some of which provided
incontrovertible evidence that Fernando was embezzling from his bank while
framing several others -- something he'd done before at least once, per the
documents.
When Toby arrived, he went through Fernando's desktop computer --
equally poorly secured -- discovering large sums of money in hidden accounts
here and there and the evidence of several ongoing nefarious schemes. He set
up online banking for Marta and used Fernando's override powers at the bank
to make accounts in Fernando's name only joint, then moved most of the money
in them to accounts newly created in a different bank -- discovering in the
process that Fernando was hiding money in THAT bank, too. This led to the
movement of funds to a THIRD bank -- including some of the hidden funds.
Toby then set up remote control of Fernando's computer, complete with a
backout-and-erase script; if Marta agreed with them about what should be
done, he would want to trigger a little bobby-trap that would bring Fernando
down...
The three of them sat down to peruse the journals, and the horror of
what her father really was came home to Maddie. There were at least three
people in prison who would be exonerated based upon the contents of
Fernando's journals and the referenced collateral evidence -- and several
other people had had their careers ruined by trumped-up charges based upon
evidence planted by Fernando. The bank's security system had gaping holes in
it bored by Fernando from the inside -- and there was blood on his hands,
too, from some scheme where he blackmailed some thug to act as his enforcer
in some freelance loan sharking.
They used the copier in Fernando's office to photocopy the complete
current journal and the ledgers -- and took the rest home to Hank's, figuring
that Fernando would be slow to look in his safe. If things went the way Toby
thought they might, the FBI would end up looking for the items and Marta
could produce them for them.
In the meantime, Toby safeguarded as much of the money as appeared to
be legitimate in places where it could eventually be transferred to Marta.
It was a sizeable amount; Fernando had never been open-handed with his family
(except when slapping them around, at least) and had saved quite a nest egg.
What he planned to do with it eventually was anybody's guess.
Martin and Jean examined the haul when it arrived; Jean was
horrified. "Still think this guy deserves the benefit of the doubt?" Martin
asked, after reading aloud a description of the subornation of a teller and
his subsequent entrapment and arrest for money laundering.
"No, I guess not." Jean picked at her rubber glove -- no one wanted
fingerprints to muddy the ownership of THOSE gems! "He's a monster! You
three need to put this stuff in Marta's hands so she has some idea how
dangerous the animal in the basement actually is!" Toby and Hank agreed;
they and Maddie piled into the car and headed for Carpenter's.
In the meantime, Fred arrived; Randy had gone out after him at Beth's
request. Candace briefed him on what was wanted of him -- and Fred was
somewhat surprised, but willing. Marta accompanied Fred to the basement and
helped set him up with a mask and a voice distorter, then led him into the
curtained area. "Husband! You have a new job to do!"
Fernando turned glassy eyes on his wife and mistress.
"Pleasure this man," Marta directed. "It matters not why I want it
-- just do it! In return, you may enjoy yourself to the limit that he allows
-- do you understand?"
Fernando's eyes flicked from Marta to Fred. "Yes."
"You will be released for this, but do not think you will be able to
leave," Marta cautioned. "By now, you should be well aware of the number of
people who watch over you!" In the meantime, Fred undid Fernando's wrists
from the overhead chain. "Behave yourself and you may enjoy whatever he asks
of you -- but if you are foolish..." Marta waved and walked out.
Fernando would have been surprised to find out just how loose
security was; Lon was upstairs, and so was Randy, but neither of them was on
any kind of alert. Candace was watching the monitor in the living room, as
was Beth. But Fernando had neither the will nor the strength to resist Fred
-- and he had been promised pleasure, if he could find it... THAT was
perhaps more seductive than anything else.
Fred just pointed; Fernando knelt before him and started sucking.
Fred didn't abuse him actively; instead, he began trying to teach the
heavyset Hispanic how to deep-throat. Fernando took this for the benevolence
it was and tried to learn -- which pleased them both. "You can jack off if
you want," Fred told him, "but try not to cum -- I want you happy later."
Fernando spent ten minutes not just enduring fellatio, but trying to enjoy it
before Fred grunted and cupped his head to his crotch while he flooded his
mouth with semen.
Fred then had Fernando climb onto the massage table, face down -- and
to Fernando's vast surprise, he started rubbing his portly body! "Had a
rough couple of days, haven't you?" Fred asked.
"Yes."
"From what I hear, it won't get much better. You'd better get your
fun while it's hot, because you'll be paying for it, big time!" Fred told him
-- but his hands worked on Fernando's stiff muscles and sore joints. This
went on for a couple of minutes before Fernando gathered together the will to
ask, "Why are you doing this?"
"It's my job," Fred replied. "You didn't treat women well -- and
they're done treating YOU well. You need to plan on gettin' your fun from
men. I'm here to show you it's possible, I guess. You know that already,
though, don't you?"
Fernando thought about it; the man was right. The fact that he was a
black gave Fernando the willies on one level, but it was titillating on
another -- and he'd been had by blacks before -- including THIS one, he
thought. The emphasis over the last few days had been less on rape and more
on making him homosexual, it seemed -- and to an extent, it was working.
Fernando's mind had been more or less disassembled over the past few days --
and it was being put back together differently. Recognizing it didn't stop
it; Fernando was reacting to stimuli in the only way he could...
"Roll over," Fred directed gruffly, and bellied up to the table
beside Fernando's head. "Give me a suck; let's see if I'm up for Round Two."
Fernando scooted closer to the edge of the table and sucked in the thick dark
meat without complaint, while Fred played with his chest and his nipples and
reached over to tug on his small cock. "You didn't get no gifts in the dick
department, did you?" Fred muttered. "Oh, sorry..." Fred mentally compared
Fernando's man-boobs with Tabitha's breasts -- they were very similar.
Fernando's nipples were smaller -- but not THAT much smaller; his areoles
were smaller, too, but they crinkled just like a woman's when his nipples
stiffened... "Nice tits."
These comments hurt in ways abuse from a woman probably never would
-- but they brought a certain masochistic pleasure with the pain. Fernando
had long since gotten the hint -- he wasn't much of a man. He'd always known
it -- and always tried to pretend it wasn't true. What he hadn't been aware
of was the fact that there was another, more nebulous status that he
apparently had some qualifications for... 'What is it called?' he wondered
vaguely, 'Bitch?' Was he really more woman than man?
The cock in his mouth said so -- it was stiffening and lengthening.
It wasn't twice Fernando's length, but it was close -- and the girth was
almost double, too. It seemed to belong there, leaking pre-cum onto his
tongue...
Fred gathered up the lube bottle he'd brought with him and poured it
on his hand -- and applied it to Fernando's cock before chasing the drippings
past his balls to the crack of his ass. "Lift your legs so I can get at it,"
he directed. Fernando knew what 'it' was and raised his knees so Fred's
fingers could find and lubricate his anus. He was getting to be an old hand
at this, he thought. Soon, he probably wouldn't need lubricant...
Off and on, Fred jacked him with a gooey hand; it was extremely
pleasurable. In between, his fingers probed Fernando's anus -- and Fernando
accepted it After a bit, Fred said, "Scoot down -- let's fuck," and Fernando
was surprised at the choice of words and his reaction to them. When Fred
applied the mushroom head of his phallus to Fernando's anus, Fernando
thought, 'I'm a Pussy Boy -- and that's my pussy! Now we're going to fuck! '
He hadn't really thought of previous encounters as 'fucking'; they'd
been something else, something intrusive at least and horrible and degrading
and painful at worst. This was 'fucking'; he approached it that way,
mentally -- and it made a difference! He relaxed and felt the cock go in and
then retreat, advance and retreat, first incrementally deeper, then
incrementally faster -- and pain wasn't an issue, even after the lubrication
began to recede...
"Go ahead and play with yourself," Fred panted. "I might help, if I
can free up a hand..." So Fernando did, marveling that the man didn't seem
to mind, and the results got better and better...
Fred could see the difference; Fernando had that surprised intent
look that he'd seen on a few women, but never on a man... After a bit,
Fernando croaked, "Lube!" and Fred hesitated, because he didn't want things
to get too slick in the fat guy's ass -- but Fernando held out his hands, so
Fred dribbled lube over them and Fernando started seriously mauling his own
cock and balls, grunting and gasping... Fred suddenly realized that not only
had he fulfilled the women's mission, he'd fulfilled a personal goal...
Fernando had turned the corner -- he was fucking and being fucked and
playing with himself and enjoying it! Maybe he wasn't a man any more, but he
could still enjoy sex... The lubricant made masturbation different than he
ever remembered it being, and the cock sliding in and out of him did things
he couldn't describe but certainly felt... "Play with my nipples!" he
gasped, and when the anonymous black man started fingering them, flashes went
from them to his manhood to his ass... "Agh! Agh! Agh!" Fernando grunted,
and semen pulsed from his manhood, wetting his chest and belly while he
clenched and wriggled and moaned out his climax.
Fred was taken totally by surprise; he'd had no idea that the fat
little fuck was even close! Fred wasn't, but the little bastard's ass
clamping on him moved him further up the road toward it. After he got his
nut Fred expected Fernando to stop playing with himself -- but he didn't. He
kept moving his ass, too and rocking and puffing; it seemed like he'd gotten
into things big time! When Fernando wanted more lube, Fred let him have it
-- and Fernando worked his little pecker and hunched up and panted and
groaned and begged Fred to keep pounding him!
But he was getting loose, and that was slowing Fred down, so Fred
pushed Fernando's legs up onto his shoulders and told him, "I'm gonna swat
your ass so you tighten up. It won't hurt -- just get you goin'..."
Fernando knew a moment of concern, but then Fred slapped him on the
ass -- and clearly, it wasn't a spanking. Just as clearly, Fernando flinched
and tightened up -- and it felt good! In fact, the new position added
something or other... "Do it more!" Fernando panted, and resumed
masturbating feverishly. Fred would swat him and he would clamp down and
Fred's cock would go somewhere a little different, driving this terrible
intensity...
Fernando got this look on his face -- and Fred recognized it! The
little bastard was gonna cum again! Fred started rhythmically popping
Fernando on the ass, keeping him tight and hot until Fred's nuts began to
boil and he howled through clenched teeth as his cock swelled and spat in the
little fat fucker's ass... and he watched the little bastard's cock jump --
not shooting anything, really, but pulsing, while his asshole clamped down on
Fred's cock -- shit! He'd gotten off again, after all!
Fernando slumped back, exhausted and grateful. He hadn't had a
sexual experience like that in ages! Maybe all this Hell on Earth was worth
it...
In a minute, Fred pulled out and backed up, then reached out for
Fernando's hand. "Let's get you a shower." Fernando got up and came with
him, knowing the shower wasn't going to be the frigid affair of earlier in
the day -- and it wasn't. Fernando felt almost human after ten minutes in
the hot spray -- but followed the man meekly back to the curtained area and
did not protest when he bound him as he had been before. The episode was
over -- and it should have been horrible -- but Fernando felt better,
somehow...
... Until Marta came in and stood over him, smiling crookedly and
said, "See?" It was then that Fernando realized that she hadn't done
anything to him -- she'd just given him the tools and let him debase and
degrade himself... She stood there while the realization flooded him, then
turned and walked off without another word.
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Fred went back for his own shower -- and Candace came for him there.
"You did a good job."
"Thanks."
"You deserve more."
"I'm good." In the first place, Fred had unloaded two nuts -- and in
the second, he didn't want to dilute the episode by adding to it.
Candace understood. "I told you that if you showed any manners, I
might fuck you some time -- consider this a rain check."
"Thanks."
"I'll get Randy." Candace swayed out. Fred decided she had a pretty
nice ass.
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Clint spent the time from when he got home from Carter's to
midafternoon cleaning house. Part of it was preparation, part
rationalization -- and part procrastination. The rationalization piece had
to do with making a good impression if he brought Brenda home -- and the
procrastination was delaying calling her until this or that bit of cleaning
was done.
The Bitch wasn't a factor; she slept in until noon, showered, and
headed off to the beauty parlor after just a couple of snide comments. She
would come home later in the day, no doubt -- probably only long enough to
change clothes and primp before hitting the clubs.
Finally, there were no more excuses; the toilet was clean and the
laundry at least out of sight... "Brenda?"
"Clint?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, what's up?"
"Want to go out or something?"
"Sure. Where are you guys going?"
"I mean just us," Clint said carefully.
"Oh! Cool! Where?"
"Well, I dunno," Clint mumbled. "Any ideas?"
"How about Bounder's? Do you dance?" Bounder's was an under 21
dance club -- or a room set aside in a larger club called Jerry's, actually.
"I, uh, don't dance," Clint muttered, "but nobody will notice at
Bounder's, anyway..."
Brenda laughed. Bounder's was usually so jammed on a Saturday night
that mere movement on the dance floor was a feat. "Well, we could practice
some, first, somewhere -- or, like you said, just fake it."
"Yeah, okay. Dinner first? I can probably do Wimpy's."
"Okay, when?"
"Six?"
"Cool. I'll be ready!"
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"Teela?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Sonya Ho."
"Hey, Sonya."
"Mom was at your house last night, right?"
"Yeah. She and Poppa got to tearing it up..." Teela giggled.
"Okay..." Sonya seemed confused. "She called and suggested I call
you."
"That's cool. I was gonna call you. How did she sound?"
"Fine..." From her voice, Teela gathered that Sonya wasn't clear
about why. "So, she and your dad..."
"She spent the night," Teela amplified.
"When Mom called home yesterday, it was to bitch about having to
deliver take-out Vietnamese."
"Yeah, that was Act One."
"So what happened?"
"Why don't you come over? It's a long story, actually. We can hang
out -- bring some overnight stuff and we'll eat ice cream and talk about guys
or something," Teela suggested.
Sonya stared at her phone like it was connected to someone else. She
and Teela barely knew one another. "I'll have to talk to Mom..."
"It'll be cool. She knows up-front -- it's why she asked you to
call," Teela assured her.
"Okay..."
"We'll come get you. Be ready in a half-hour." Teela hung up,
leaving Sonya somewhat dazed.
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When Marta came back upstairs after taunting Fernando over his tryst
with Fred, she was pretty certain of her ability to control her errant
husband. Then Toby, Hank and Maddie came in and delivered Fernando's journal
and some other evidence -- and that confidence suffered serious erosion. The
journal was absolutely scary! "He's sick!" Marta declared.
"That's no surprise," Candace retorted. "How sick is another
matter!" Toby went down a list of their finds -- an amazing list, all
around. "I've protected you as best I could," he told her. "You have access
to the household assets and Fernando's access is blocked. I set you up with
accounts in banks he has no access to, and funded them from Fernando's war
chest. And I put your name on his investment accounts -- almost three-
quarters of a million dollars worth!"
"How long will it take him to discover this?" Marta asked. "And what
will he do when he finds out?"
"I think we should defuse the situation by presenting him with some
of it," Toby replied. "The simpler, more obvious stuff, like you taking over
the visible accounts. If we're lucky, he'll assume for a day or two at least
that we didn't find anything else. The down-side is that if he thinks he
still has secrets, he's more likely to backslide."
"How bad is this?" Marta asked.
"It's good and bad," Beth mused, poring over the journal. "It's good
that we know. It's going to take him a couple of days to get ANY confidence
back. But you won't be safe for any length of time -- he's too far out
there..."
Toby nodded. "Hank's dad thinks the smartest thing would be for
things to crash for Fernando inside a week. Not Monday, if possible --
things should appear to be getting back to normal -- but later in the week,
something needs to come apart -- something that brings the police." He
paused for a moment. "I set a booby-trap on his computer..." He explained
the whole thing to Marta, ending with, "We don't have to trigger it -- I can
clean things up and back out if you want to try to deal with this -- but it's
a lot more dangerous than we realized. Fernando is seriously paranoid, and
he's living in a fantasy world. We probably changed that -- or part of it --
but without keeping him in the basement, you won't control him. If he has to
go out in the world and pretend everything is cool, he'll drift back and
start planning something -- something ugly."
"And this thing you did...?"
"That's the beauty of it," Toby told her. "He'll trigger it himself
-- which would be a red flag that he's slipping out from under, anyway.
After that, maybe forty-eight hours later, the bank will have called in the
police..."
Marta leveled a troubled gaze on her daughter. "And how will this
affect us?"
"Well, the abuse will surface," Toby opined. "Financially, you can
live off the income from the investments -- probably more comfortably than
you are. He'll be in jail -- or a psych ward, anyway..."
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"What about all this?" Marta's wave was obviously meant to take in
Fernando's current conditions.
"We haven't injured him much -- not as much as you guys. He has no
evidence, and the story will sound pretty wild..." Beth replied. "Given the
contents of the journal, who will believe him?"
"I cannot divorce him," Marta insisted.
"Well, you won't have to," Candace pointed out. "Although what
benefit remaining married to him has attached to it is unclear..." Marta
just shrugged, and Beth let it go. "What do you want to do?"
"Leave this booby-trap in place," Marta sighed. "You can watch it?
You will know when he triggers it?"
"Yes," Toby nodded. "His computer will page me."
"All right." Marta rubbed at her face, wincing when she touched her
nose. "Should we continue with what we're doing?"
"Yes," Beth opined. "The more we indoctrinate him, the longer he'll
last before the blowup -- and the further we can all distance ourselves from
it."
"Okay. What's next?"
"Fred was pretty good to him. We need to ride him again -- abuse
from women. And we should plan for you to cuckold him again this evening.
For tomorrow, we'll need to rehearse telling him how it is going to be -- and
for that, we probably have decisions to make," Beth told her.
"It won't REALLY be the way we're going to present it, now, is it?"
Marta asked.
"No. But he has to think we think it will be. He'll be the one
changing the situation from the picture we'll paint -- not us."
"So, for later?"
"I'll speak to Lon. We should try to get Terence," Candace added,
"but he might not want to do anything."
"How long will this go on?" Marta asked.
"Until tomorrow morning, I should imagine," Beth replied. "In the
afternoon, we have to get you all ready to return home. You'll sleep in your
own beds tomorrow night -- but I would recommend that we put a couple of the
boys in the house with you and that you keep Fernando at arm's distance."
"Yes, that's best," Marta nodded.
"Okay, then." Beth turned to Toby. "Louise had this idea..." She
explained the video idea.
"Very cool!" Toby grinned. "I'll set it up after you all do whatever
it is you have planned next!"
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Fernando had an hour or an hour and a half to contemplate all aspects
of his interlude with the black man before the harpies suddenly descended
upon him again. Marta wasn't present -- just the two white women, who made
him lick them to orgasm, abusing his manhood with a flyswatter when they
weren't satisfied with his efforts. The narrow one insisted that he drink
her urine again -- and made it clear that he would sleep in any spillage --
so he took on that odious task, too, thanking God or whoever was watching
over him that she didn't have to defecate... He thought it was over, but the
heavyset one worked up some urine, too; by the time it was over, Fernando had
to beg plaintively for a urinal bottle so he himself could relieve his
bladder. It was somewhat of a surprise to him that they didn't turn THAT
around on him, but they didn't...
Later, Marta brought down some muscled young blond boy for a repeat
of the incident with the black boy. The blond kid seemed to get more
pleasure out of taunting Fernando and making him suck him, before and after
he copulated with Fernando's wife than the black boy had; from the
perspective of Marta's enjoyment of her adultery, things seemed about the
same. Fernando did whatever he was bid, to include masturbating while
fellating the boy and sucking his seed from his wife's womanhood; at some
point after the interlude with the black man, it became worthwhile to eke out
whatever pleasure he was allowed from these incidents. He didn't orgasm, but
masturbation seemed to make the whole thing more bearable.
Then the TV arrived. The slight boy brought it in and hooked it up
and left, without saying a word. In a moment or two, the screen displayed
Fernando and the two muscle-bound boys from the day before...
It was the first scene of many; apparently, they had every incident
on video, although Fernando couldn't puzzle out exactly where the camera was.
The TV droned on and on, displaying scene after scene, until apparently all
of the highlights had been screened -- then it looped back and began again.
The only times it wasn't running were two episodes several hours apart when
the skinny black woman and the young Hispanic male came in to heckle him and
get cunnilingus or fellatio -- or, in one case, anal sex -- from Fernando.
Fernando was allowed to masturbate during these interludes -- and he did so,
but without result -- largely because he'd already masturbated to the content
of the videos until he was raw. It didn't start out that way; Fernando
started out disgusted; but fascination set in and they had deliberately
allowed him to reach his privates, beginning with the arrival of the harpies,
by locking his wrist and ankle restraints with small locks and the spreader
bar between his legs to the ring in the floor with a larger one. They even
left him lube; he managed a masturbatory orgy and fell into an exhausted
sleep between visits from the black woman and her Hispanic partner. Probably
the most embarrassing thing about the whole thing was the inability to
satisfy the urge to insert something anally while he masturbated...
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Teela and Rick picked up Sonya from out in front of her apartment
building and drove back to Teela's in relative silence; neither Teela nor
Rick wanted to discuss what was going on in the car, and Sonya was totally at
a loss to explain why she was even there. Once they'd arrived, Teela dragged
Sonya in to meet a rangy, balding man wearing eyeglasses who was relaxing in
a recliner, watching sports on TV. "This is Poppa," Teela announced, as if
it was an item of some import. Sonya greeted the man civilly, but still had
no idea why it was at all important.
Frank looked Sonya over critically; the girl's skin was an odd color,
but she'd definitely gotten all of the looks in the Ho family -- not that it
mattered. Teela seemed to think this was a momentous occasion, for reasons
unclear to Frank; he said hi and went back to TV, which seemed to set just
fine with the Ho girl. Teela looked a little grumpy, but took the girl up to
her room; Rick followed, rolling his eyes and shrugging. Frank was getting
used to Rick -- they shared a total inability to understand the female
mindset, which made them allies when it came to dealing with Teela.
Upstairs, Teela waved Sonya to her bed, and as the Oriental girl
settled there, she asked, "So, what did you think of Poppa?"
Sonya shrugged. "He's okay, I guess."
"He's gonna be your stepdad," Teela announced fatuously.
"I'm sorry, what?" Sonya eyed Teela as if she had two heads.
"I figure we have maybe a month before your momma moves in with
Poppa," Teela declared. "It could be less."
"How do you figure?" Sonya asked, confused. "Based on whatever
happened here last night?"
Teela nodded. "It was weird, but they're both kind of odd, anyway,
aren't they? Poppa treated her like furniture -- except when they were
having sex. But he's hooked -- I can tell -- and she is, too, from the way
she was acting when she left this morning."
Sonya shrugged. "If you say so." She flicked a glance at Rick, who
shrugged.
"I DO -- but I'll let you draw your own conclusions. She's coming
back tonight -- that's one reason we came and got you," Teela retorted.
"Ookaay..." Sonya absorbed this. "So she's bringing take-out again?"
"Well, she doesn't have to -- but Poppa told her if she didn't, then
she had to cook."
"Okay," Sonya frowned. "Your dad is a club member, right? So Mom
HAS to do whatever he says, right?" She glanced at Rick, who was regarding
Teela with a slight smirk.
"Well, yeah," Teela admitted, "but at this point, I don't think
either of them is paying any attention to that."
Sonya glanced at Rick, who shrugged. "Don't look at me! I think
she's smoking dope!"
Teela shrugged, mildly irritated. "Okay, fine. See what you think
later tonight."
"Well, okay, but even if you're right, what's the impact on me?"
Sonya asked. "If Mom collects a boyfriend, it will certainly be a change,
but she doesn't trust men -- she's not moving in with anybody."
"Wait and see -- you might change your mind!" Teela insisted.
"Okay, what does this all have to do with me?" Sonya asked.
"I think we ought to get used to hanging out together. You don't
mind, do you?"
"Well, no, I guess not..."
"Great! Want to watch some TV?"
"I should leave," Rick announced abruptly. "You guys need time for
girl talk."
Teela looked grumpy. "Well, all right."
Rick crossed to Teela and kissed her and prepared to leave -- but she
held onto him for a moment -- and they clearly argued in heated whispers
before he broke away and left. Teela started to follow him, but let him go.
Sonya felt uncomfortable. "I didn't mean to start a fight..."
"No, it's my fault -- I'm asking a lot of him. Rick is very shy
about some things -- and he's probably right. We need alone time." She
settled on the bed beside Sonya. "So, just how bossy WAS Alyssa? Did you
ever actually fuck Dirk?"