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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 46 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: M-dom F-dom humil

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 46

        Wednesday started quietly; everyone was husbanding their resources
for the afternoon meeting.  Toby spent most of the morning reviewing the
footage of the previous day's session of Beth's School for Advanced Cock
Sucking -- those cams he put in Ma's room were worth their weight in gold...
He learned an incredible amount...

        It was a tea, almost.  The females of the older generation turned
out dressed more formally than they had in some time in dresses or blouses
and skirts.  Sally wore a white sleeveless blouse, a pleated skirt and REAL
SHOES -- a pair of round-toed buckle shoes with low heels.  Teela turned out
in what was for her high-fashion -- a white blouse with a black necktie, a
black spandex skirt and high boots with thick black soles -- all under a
short black cape.  There was no color spritz; instead, she settled for a
tiara.

        Rick, characteristically, refrained from disparaging her taste in
clothing, limiting himself to, "What, no stockings?"

        Teela smirked and replied, "No panties, either," and that was
that...

        If anyone dressed down, it was the guys -- and that was probably
because they just didn't understand.  Still, no one was exactly ratty; Lon
and Rick were in golf shirts and shorts, Toby in long sleeves and slacks,
and Terence in good jeans and a logo shirt.  Of the group, Damian was the
most casually dressed in an upscale grey track suit and a black muscle
shirt.

        Candace and Beth descended upon Jean's house at three-thirty, and
Beth filled the women in on events the day before, recapping somewhat when
Louise and her boys arrived at three-forty five.  Damian was surprised at
the amount of attention his Big Bro had gotten the previous day...  Toby sat
around, pretending ignorance while noting that his mother shuffled events
somewhat to get herself out of a jam over just how and when she'd had sex
with Terence...

        Of the girls, Sally arrived first with Lon and was introduced around
to everyone she didn't know.  Rick and Teela arrived on the dot at four and
Teela got the same round of introductions -- all very formal and friendly.
When everyone was settled around Jean's coffee table with coffee or a soda
in their hands, Jean and Candace exchanged glances and Candace waved to Jean
to start.  "Okay," Jean began, "We're all here -- and that puts the two of
you at a distinct advantage over us, I'm afraid..."

        "Oh?" Teela asked, more or less as a formality.

        Candace smiled.  "You know all of our names, and you know what we're
doing -- and you know that it is strictly-speaking illegal.  That's
blackmail material..."

        "Well, maybe," Teela agreed, "But if I said anything, it would mean
breaking up with Rick..."

        "We're concerned about things happening the other way around," Jean
murmured.

        "Oh," Teela replied shortly.  Sally held her peace.

        "Young couples seldom make it over the long haul," Jean continued,
"and that makes planning for such breakups our problem.  In the past, we've,
um, manufactured skeletons to put in the closets of new members to ensure
their silence -- if they didn't already exist.  You two represent a problem
in that neither you nor your close relatives are in a compromising
position..."

        "So I need to do something illegal?" Teela asked.

        "Illegal, immoral, and fun would be better," Damian chuckled.

        That got him several glares, and a question.  "So, what do they have
on you?" Teela asked.

        "Mama," Damian replied matter-of-factly.  "Just like the others,
she's fuckin' young dick -- and they got pictures.  That's enough, I figure,
although..."

        "Shut up, Little Bro!" Terence grated.

        "What?" Damian frowned.  'What the fuck did he think I was gonna
say?' he wondered.

        "You don't need to be..." Terence burst out.  Everyone looked at him
as he dragged to a halt.

        "Okay," Candace murmured, "so, there are some additional secrets
floating around?  I, for one would be very interested in hearing them..."
Her gaze swept the host of poker faces before her -- it seemed like EVERYONE
knew whatever it was except her and the girls...

        "Jeez, Big Bro -- do you think I'm that stupid?  Now YOU'VE busted
us!" Damian howled.

        "Shit!  Shit!  SHIT!!" Terence howled.

        "Take it easy, Man," Toby counseled calmly.  "It's all in the
family."  Turning to Candace, he released the minimums, "Terence and Damian
had been experimenting in, um, bisexual behavior."

        Jean blinked.  "That's incest."

        Toby rolled his eyes.  "Give me a break!  Who's going to get
pregnant, here?"  Terence sat with his head down and his face covered;
Damian glared around the table.

        Candace sighed.  "Okay, interesting, but irrelevant.  Forget about
it, boys; most of us girls have done same-sex stuff.  Well, maybe not the
girls."  She swung her gaze to Beth, "Did you do what I told you,
yesterday?"

        "Yes, Mistress.  They're both holding rain checks for a future
date," Beth replied.

        "Uh huh," Candace looked at Teela and Sally.  "Is that true?"

        "Yeah," Teela nodded.  Sally nodded, too.

        Candace's gaze swung back to the Carter boys.  "See?  No problem."

        Lon sighed.  "No, Mama, it's different with guys -- especially guys
our age.  And especially jocks like Terence and me.  Reputations get ruined.
If this got out at school, their lives would be Hell -- even if the law
didn't mix in it."

        Candace waved a hand, "It can't be that bad."

        "I disagree," Toby argued.  "It's NOT bad, in and of itself, but
Lon's right -- Terence and Damian would be trashed at school -- and maybe
elsewhere.  They'd lose a lot of friends and take a lot of crap.  It would
ruin them, basically.  You need to realize how important it is and not go
there -- ever -- with anyone outside the group."

        "It's not like we have pictures," Candace argued.

        "We don't need them," Toby replied.  "The accusation is enough --
just like our situation and incest.  They'd get fried the same way."
Mentioning that he HAD pictures wasn't prudent...

        "Whatever!"  Candace waved her hand again, angrily.  "Can we get
back to the girls?"

        "In a minute."  Beth got up and sat next to Terence, pulling his
head onto her shoulder; Terence was crying.  Louise sat next to her younger
son and held his hand while he glared around.  Nobody gave him any crap; Lon
threw out his hands when the glare settled on him, "It's cool, Man."  Toby
nodded; so did Rick.

        "More refreshments, I think," Jean said, bouncing up.

        Teela followed Jean into the kitchen.  "How bad is all this?"

        "The boys?" Jean asked.

        "No, us.  Sally and I."

        "It would be nice if you weren't loose cannons.  Lon and Rick, well,
weren't thinking.  On the other hand, we couldn't expect to monopolize them
into their thirties..." Jean sighed, fishing a bag of cookies from a
cupboard.

        "How do we fix it?" Teela asked.

        "I can't think of a thing, Dear.  We need a handle on you -- and,
frankly, Rick isn't enough.  The issue that Terence and Damian faces is good
for boys, but the taboos aren't as forceful for girls..."

        "Meaning that if you took pictures of me and Sally, umm..."

        "Right," Jean agreed.  "It would be embarrassing to you, but not
serious enough, probably."

        "Well, it's a start, I bet.  I'd be willing..." Teela offered.

        Jean smiled.  "It's something to think about, Dear.  Shall we?"  She
led the younger woman back to the living room.

        Things had settled down somewhat.  Terence wasn't crying any more --
something unexpected in a guy so large and generally forbidding.  Lon and
Sally were whispering to each other -- but the subject was anybody's guess.
Candace had throttled her impatience and Damian had throttled his anger;
everyone else had apparently calmed down, too.

        Jean restarted things with, "Obviously, the situation is a bit tense
-- maybe for no reason.  If we're all ready..."  She glanced around; nobody
demurred, and Candace waved for her to continue.  "So, what do you think
about what you've been made aware of?  Is it a problem?"

        Teela took the question first, replying thoughtfully, "Thus far, it
hasn't been a problem.  Maybe I should be grateful, even..."

        "Do you have, um, moral issues with what we've been doing?" Jean
pressed.

        "You mean do I feel compelled to run out and tell someone about it
so they'll stop it for your own good?" Teela raised her eyebrows, then
snickered.  "Hell, no.  The legal thing is arbitrary -- the guys were
obviously MORE than ready.  Nobody has been exploiting anyone; nobody here
is NEAR twelve..."

        Jean swung her attention to Sally, "And you?"

        "Teela's right," Sally declared.  "If anything, the fact that you
all got together has benefited Lon -- and me, for that matter.  And the only
wrongs done have been against legal fictions..."

        "...Which are bullshit, anyway." Teela interjected.

        "That said," Candace took up the lead, "are you planning on joining
us?"

        Teela flicked a glance at Rick.  "That's... not clear.  Maybe.  In
some limited way.  We have a relationship..."

        "That's been frowned upon, to date," Jean muttered, "but there were
other factors involved."  Clearly, there was a sore spot there...

        Candace shifted her attention to Sally.  "And you?"

        Calm green eyes engaged hers.  "That's up to Lon."

        "Totally?" Candace arched an eyebrow.

        "Totally."

        "How totally?"

        "Mama..." Lon attempted to intercede.

        "Totally, like Beth," Sally insisted.

        "Mama..." Lon tried again.

        Candace ignored him.  "Do you have any idea what kind of control I
have over Beth?"

        "Some," Sally replied.  "I know that you dictate who and how, more
or less..."

        "And punishments?  Discipline?  Are you aware of that part of it?"
Candace demanded.

        "Yes."

        "And?"

        "It's up to Lon."

        "You know that Dominants can be capricious, right?" Candace asked.
She settled back in her seat, assuming a feral smile.  "Beth, Honey, I left
my purse in the car.  Would you get it for me?"

        "Yes, Mistress."  Beth got up and headed for the door.

        "Oh, and Beth?" Candace stopped her.

        "Yes, Mistress?"

        "Do it naked."

        "Yes, Mistress."  Beth started climbing out of her clothing,
apparently unconcerned that it was broad daylight outside.  Candace quirked
an eyebrow at Sally.

        "Mama!  You do NOT own Sally, and you do NOT get to test her!" Lon
erupted.

        "You do," Candace shrugged.  "How hard have you tested her?  Do you
know how far she will go?"

        "What about you?" Lon challenged.  "Do YOU know how far Beth will
go?  Why do you want me to test her to Beth's standard, anyway?  Is that
fair?  Beth has been doing this stuff for a while..."

        Meanwhile, Beth was climbing out of her panties and heading for the
door.  "Suit yourself," Candace shrugged.  "I just thought that it might be
instructive to discover whether she was a submissive or only THOUGHT she
was..."

        Lon turned his attention to Sally, who was watching him, poker-
faced, apparently totally calm.  Lon knew what was going to happen; Sally
was telling him, clearly.  Sally had all of the coiled readiness of a bird
dog told to sit and waiting to be released to fetch.  "Stop Beth at the
door, Mama.  Sally, go help her."

        Sally was up like a shot -- and did everything but stick her tongue
out at Candace while she got out of her clothing.  When she joined Beth at
the door, Candace waved a hand, "Go!"  Sally waited only long enough to get
Lon's nod and followed Beth outside.

        The two women raced to Candace's car -- only to discover that it was
locked.  "I figured this was too easy, Sweetie -- we've been had!  Let's go
back..."  Beth only went back as far as the porch, however, calling through
the screen, "Mistress?  Your car is locked."

        "Oh, so it is!" Candace's eyelids drooped.  "Go out and wait beside
it and I'll unlock it from here."

        "Yes, Mistress."  Beth turned around and headed back to the car, not
bothering to rush.  Sally followed.  Beth said conversationally, "Just
letting us dash outside was too easy; Mistress wants us to stew in our own
juices, worrying about when we'll get seen..."  Sally nodded; this was as
humiliating as Hell -- she couldn't help looking everywhere for startled
witnesses -- but it wasn't actively dangerous...

        Inside, Candace hadn't moved.  "Mama!" Lon growled.

        "Oh, all right!"  Indolently, Candace rose and went to the screen
door, Lon following.  Outside, each of the women was outside a back door of
the car in mirror-image poses; Sally wasn't settling for half-measures --
she was duplicating Beth move for move.  "She's really very nice looking,"
Candace mused for Lon's benefit, then directed, "Girls, hang onto the door
handles, but turn around and put your asses against the front doors."

        "You wait," Beth hissed under her breath.  "Candace doesn't own YOU!
Don't let her!"  Sally stopped dead and resumed her earlier position while
Beth followed instructions.

        Candace turned to Lon, "Sally seems... bashful."

        Lon shook his head.  "I don't think you get it.  Sally!  Go ahead!"
Instantly, Sally changed position.  Lon smirked at his mother.  "Okay,
enough is enough."

        "Fine."  Candace clicked the remote and the door locks popped.
"Hurry along, now!"  Both women open their respective car doors, but Beth
did the retrieval, then the pair headed back to the house.  As they reached
the porch, Candace directed, "Oh!  Lock the doors, please!"  Beth stopped
dead, turned and headed back; Sally, now clear on what was going on, awaited
Lon's nod before turning around herself.  A car went by on the street,
slowing perceptively; the women continued on their errand, apparently
unconcerned.  Candace and Lon returned to their chairs; Beth delivered the
purse, and she and Sally resumed their seats, nude.

        "Was this absolutely necessary?" Jean grated.  "I thought we were
planning on exhibiting some decorum..."

        "It was instructive," Candace replied.  "I wanted to know if, when
we figure out just how it is we're going to protect ourselves, here, Sally
would do as she was told.  Frankly, I'm impressed..."  She turned to Sally,
"Besides, is there a male at the table who hasn't seen you nude?"

        "Yes," Sally replied.  "Toby."

        "Oh, sorry," Candace replied indifferently, "Wait until you see
HIM!"  Toby colored, but said nothing.

        "You can dress," Lon said, abruptly realizing that he could deliver
that directive.

        Sally cocked her head, "Sweetheart, does that mean you want me to,
or it's up to me?"

        "Oh, she's good!" Beth chuckled.

        Lon blinked, flustered.  Then he thought about it for a moment, very
carefully.  "I, uh, offered you the option."

        "Then may I remain as I am?" Sally replied.  "We've already
descended to this level -- and Beth remains nude.  Besides, I think it kind
of sorts things out, as far as roles are concerned, don't you?"  She flicked
a glance at Candace.

        Lon tossed back his hair.  "Guess you're right," he observed.  "Do
as you like -- as far as clothing is concerned.  Until I decide otherwise."
Had he covered all of the bases?

        "Yes, Sweetheart."  Butter wouldn't melt in Sally's mouth.  Beth
suppressed a snicker; Sally was very clearly sticking it to Candace...

        "Okay!  Moving right along..." Candace attempted to ignore the dig.
Turning to her son, she asked, "Since it is TOTALLY up to you..."

        Lon had plenty of time to prepare for this.  "She will, uh,
participate, um, as I direct her to.  I don't figure that's full membership.
For instance, she's under no obligation to have sex of any type with anyone
-- unless I tell her to."

        "Sounds sort of like what Candace has with Ma," Toby observed.

        "Yeah, well, the difference is that she isn't allowed to operate
independently AT ALL," Lon replied.  "She won't be doing any playing I
haven't approved..."

        "Theoretically, there's still no difference," Candace interjected
flatly, glaring at Beth.

        Lon shrugged.  "Maybe not, then.  But Beth has had sex with
everybody but Toby -- and I'm not sure Sally is going to do that.  If she
does, it will be because I made up my mind to have her do so, not because
she volunteered or because she was obligated to because of her membership in
the group."  He turned to Jean, "I realize that might sound unfair, but as
Teela said, there is a relationship involved.  There is SUPPOSED to be a
relationship involved."

        "Is this a two-way thing, or a one-way thing?" Jean asked,
pressuring Lon.

        Lon sat a moment, thinking, and turned to Sally.  "It's a one-way
thing," he said flatly.  "I still have obligations to the group."  Sally
nodded, apparently unperturbed.

        "What do you think of that?" Jean asked Sally.

        "Lon has spoken," Sally replied simply.

        Jean puffed out a breath.  "Right.  I give it a month."

        Beth pursed her lips and looked away, "That's because you don't get
it."  Jean flashed her a look.

        Shifting her attention to her son, Jean asked, "Have you two figured
out how you're going to operate?  I'm guessing that it isn't as simple with
you two as Sally insists that it is for her and Lon..."

        Rick flicked a glance at Teela.  "You're right."

        "So?" Jean pressed.

        Teela grimaced.  "We... really haven't gotten anywhere with it.  I
don't want him doing anything unless I'm around, but..."

        "But what?" Candace pounced.

        "But there's only so far I can push, okay?"  Fear and anger colored
Teela's features.  "I can't just tell him 'be good or else' -- because I
can't DO 'or else'!"  Rick reached over and collected her, and Teela buried
her face in his shoulder.

        "So you don't really want him doing anything," Candace prompted.

        "I didn't say that," Teela's voice came back muffled by Rick's
shoulder.  "I'm just... jealous, maybe.  My head knows that the four --
well, three -- of you aren't a threat, but my gut doesn't -- and I'm scared,
okay?  And there's the other thing..."

        "What's that?" Jean asked.

        "I... might want to play, too, sometime..."

        "Oh."  Jean didn't seem inclined to go beyond that.

        "It might be easier if I could do what Sally has done, but I can't
-- I don't think either of us is made that way.  I can't just tell Rick that
I'll do..."  She froze.  Everybody just sat there for a moment, waiting.
Teela pushed back out of Rick's shoulder, wiped her face (smearing her
eyeliner all to Hell) and asked, "Hey, anybody got a dog?"

        "What?" Jean asked, nonplussed.

        "A dog.  A male dog," Teela amplified.

        "No, what on Earth for?" Jean asked, mystified.

        "Can you get one?" Teela insisted.

        Candace cocked her head.  "Honey, I'm confused.  What's all this
about a dog?"

        "Well, it's got to be easier than a pony..."

        Sally suddenly snorted.  Beth's eyes got round -- so did Lon's.
Everyone else was still in the dark...

        "I said I'd do dogs and ponies, if Lon wanted," Sally amplified.
Everyone's eyes turned to Teela.

        "Well, you have to admit it's blackmail material!" Teela insisted.
"You get a video of that and I don't think there's any question that you'd
have a hold on us!  Besides, we wouldn't have to DO anything, really -- just
get the dog excited and play with his dick!  A good shot of one of us just
getting close to a doggie hard on would give a tight-ass apoplexy!"

        "She's got a point," Louise offered, somewhat dazed by the notion.

        "That'd be shit hot," Damian mumbled under his breath.  Louise
swatted him.

        "Let me get this straight," Candace insisted.  "You're seriously
proposing that we find a male dog and take photos or video of you pretending
to have sex with it."

        "It's an idea," Teela replied, matter-of-factly.  "I'm pretty sure
you'd all feel pretty safe around us if you had THAT tucked away..."

        "And you?" Candace asked Sally.

        "I'm... already committed," Sally replied, glancing at Lon, "as long
as Lon says it's okay."

        Candace popped her eyes and shook her head, "Anybody got a line on a
dog?  A male dog?"

        Terence and Damian glanced at one another.  "Maybe.  There's one up
the street -- we'll get back to ya."

        Candace gathered the agreement of the other three females, then
announced, "Okay, pending the results of the dog search, I think we can
table the question of how we're going to protect ourselves from the
girls..."

        Jean nodded agreement.  "I guess we've more or less defined their
roles, too -- even if they're kind of hazy."

        "So what's next?" Beth asked.

        "Other threats?" Candace offered.

        "Fred," Louise said, flatly.  "He'd be number one."

        "Fred?" Sally asked.

        "Louise's husband," Candace filled in.  "Terence and Damian's
father.  He and Louise aren't doing any too well -- and as of right now, he
doesn't know about us."

        "So is there a problem?" Teela asked.

        Louise shrugged.  "Not right now, but the end is near.  And if he
finds out about us..."

        "Is that likely?" Teela asked.

        Louise shrugged.  "Anything can happen.  I KNOW he's playing around
but I haven't caught him -- and if we did..."

        "Mama..." Terence growled.

        Louise turned to her son, "Boy, if he gets wind of this, he'll
probably take us ALL down -- and he'll air YOUR dirty laundry, too!  And you
know it!"

        "Shit!"  Terence looked stricken and sat back.

        Teela cocked her head, looking thoughtful.  "If you caught him
fooling around, would that be enough?  Sure, it's adultery, but it's not
with someone underage..."

        Louise grimaced.  "You could have a point, Girl."  She mused for a
moment.  "If he's doing something ELSE, that would be better, since I know
THAT would shut him down..."

        "Something else?" Sally asked, confused.

        Louise pursed her lips in thought, then came out with it.  "Terence
didn't come up with his interest in dick out of the blue, I don't think..."

        "MAMA!"  Terence turned eggplant purple.

        "... He's a chip off the old block, I'm pretty sure," Louise
continued, unruffled.  "But he's so paranoid about it that even I can't be
sure.  That would stop him in his tracks -- but catching him would probably
take thirteen private detectives."

        "That being the case," Candace replied, "what are the chances that
he's doing what we're doing?"

        "Pretty slim," Louise sighed.  "He ain't exactly Wesley Snipes.  If
he looked like Damian, maybe..."

        Candace frowned.  "Would he, if he could?"

        "Oh, Hell, yeah!" Louise cackled.  "In a heartbeat!"

        "I'll do it!" Teela announced.

        "Oh no you won't!" Rick howled.

        "Oh, come on!  You'd be there!" Teela replied.  "After all, the
trick is to get the evidence on video!"

        Louise frowned.  "I dunno, Girl.  Someone as tiny as you?  Fred
might grow sense..."

        "I'll do it," Sally chirped, then glanced at Lon, "if it's okay."
Lon went tight-lipped, thinking.

        "This sucks," Terence opined.  "Y'all are planning on running a game
on him!"

        "Listen up, Boy!" Louise grated, "I know you want to be loyal to
your Pa -- but I GUARANTEE he won't be loyal to YOU, if push comes to shove!
Besides, nobody's gonna be holding his dick and sticking it in anyone -- if
he doesn't take the bait, then it won't happen!"

        "Maybe we should just keep an eye on him," Rick said cautiously.

        "That would be the simplest thing, but it takes resources," Jean
interjected.  "It might work, but we could burn the rest of the summer
trying to catch him."

        "Why don't we do both?" Toby offered.  "There are eleven of us --
and eight of us aren't working.  That should be plenty to keep an eye on one
guy, in rotation.  We could do teams of two -- and the girls could be a bit
more obvious.  If one of the girls catches Louise's husband's eye before we
pin something else on him, then we can talk about reeling him in..."

        "We'll need cameras," Rick grunted.

        "Yeah," Toby agreed, "Both still and video.  And binoculars, for the
ones hanging back."  A webcam wouldn't do it for this...

        "Well, we HAVE a still camera," Lon grunted.  "What about a video
cam?"

        Candace sighed.  "I guess we'd better pop for one.  And whatever
else it takes to keep it running.  We may need it for other projects, too,
at this rate.  And maybe a second, better camera for stills."

        "I still don't like this," Terence grunted.

        "You don't have to play, Boy," Louise replied.  "But I suggest that
you do.  If you don't want to be in on the girl thing, that's okay -- but
you might want to keep an eye on him for other pussy -- and maybe other
things..."

        "Yeh.  All right.  I can do that," Terence nodded.

        "Damian..."  Louise turned to her younger son.

        "I'm in.  All the way.  Big Bro is kidding himself -- Pa will dump
on us all when the time comes.  If he's clean, we won't get shit -- but if
he ain't, we'll need it," Damian replied.

        "Okay, then.  When do we start?" Jean asked.

        "Well, he'll be at the site now, probably," Louise guessed.  "Why
don't one of you boys go with someone to check?"

        Candace nodded.  "Who's going, then?"

        "I'll go," Lon volunteered.  "I'll take Terence and Sally."  He
waved at Sally and she got up and started dressing.

        "Get directions and everything," Jean directed, "so we can all find
it."

        "Right," Lon agreed.

        "Beth, why don't you and Toby and I go to the store for equipment?"
Candace suggested.  Beth nodded and got tacit permission to get back into
her clothing, too.

        Rick nodded.  "Good idea -- if anyone knows what we need in the way
of electronics, it's Toby."  There were general nods.  "Teela and I will
follow Lon, so we can find the place -- and we can do tomorrow -- can't we?"
He flicked a glance at Teela.

        "Sure," she agreed.  "When do you think we need to be watching?"

        Louise thought about it.  "Well, there is the question of whether
he's going to work in the first place, but I'm not too worried about that.
Lunch time, maybe?  Call me and we'll figure out where he's supposed to be
tomorrow..."

        "You'll need to stop by my place," Toby instructed, "to get cameras
and binoculars and stuff and instruction in how to use them.  Better do that
about ten, I guess."

        "Okay," Rick nodded.

        "We'll head home," Louise declared, "in case he's coming home early.
Call us if you don't find him," she instructed Terence.

        "I'll check on the dog."  Damian grinned from ear to ear, while
various others rolled their eyes.

        "I'll go on the shopping trip, I guess..." Jean interjected.
Anything to be with Toby...

        "Might as well," Toby grinned.

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        The group split up, Lon and Sally and Terence piling into Lon's car,
Candace and Beth and Toby and Jean into Beth's minivan, Rick and Teela
following Lon and company in Rick's car, and Louise and Damian heading home
in Louise's car.  Once they were headed out, Louise turned to Damian, "I
don't think you need to be in no rush to find a dog, Boy."

        "Yeah, yeah," Damian rolled his eyes.  "They SAID they'd do it!"

        "I know, but them saying that they would do something like that
makes the whole thing unnecessary, I figure.  If they'll go that far..."

        "Mama, they got pictures of you -- they need pictures of them a lot
worse!" Damian insisted.

        "Okay, Boy -- but you listen to me!  Do NOT tip your hand about
this!  Those girls are not gonna be in the middle of some circus -- and you
can't be inviting someone ELSE not in the group to watch or anything!  That
will just make things worse!  If you can't come up with a reason to borrow
that dog that makes sense and doesn't raise suspicions, DON'T BOTHER TO TRY!
You understand?  Don't go planning to be in on it, either!  Besides, they'll
just be posing for the camera, not actually doing anything..."

        "Okay, I get it!  I'm cool!  But I still might want to watch..."
Damian insisted.

        Louise eyed him, disgusted, but said nothing.

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        Terence's presence filtered communication in Lon's car, but there
was no one with Rick and Teela...

        "Dogs?" Rick ranted.  "Louise's husband?"

        "Baby, they were looking for something -- and the dog thing works!
We don't have to actually FUCK one!" Teela argued.

        "I know, but DAMN!"

        Teela shrugged.  "Worry about it when they find a dog, Baby!  In the
meantime, they're happy that we're willing to do something serious..."

        "Like fuck Terence's dad?  Some big black guy?"

        "It's for the group!" Teela pouted.

        "Well, maybe so, but..."

        "Baby, what are you worried about?" Teela asked.

        "I'm not ready to be sharing you around," Rick grunted.  "This is
the second time in two days you've been asked to do something with a black
guy.  You're MINE, dammit!"

        "Oh I am, am I?" Teela flared.  "You own me?  Like Lon owns Sally?"

        "Not like that," Rick argued, "but I thought I was number one.  If
you want something else..."

        "Oh, no!  No!"  Teela leaned across the seat and grabbed his arm.
"It's not like that at all!  Wait!  Let's talk about this!"  Teela felt a
gaping hole where the pit of her stomach used to be.

        "I'm listening."  Rick glared at the road.

        "I thought...  Aren't you having sex with Candace and Beth and
Louise?"

        "Maybe not, now."

        "Won't that cause problems?"

        "I don't know.  Maybe."

        "I thought we agreed that if you needed to you can..." Teela said
carefully.

        "But you have to be there," Rick retorted.

        "I just said that," Teela murmured.  "It... might not make sense."

        "I'm good with it," Rick retorted.  "Especially if it also applies
to you!"

        "Well, okay, then," Teela backpedaled.  "We can do that."

        "You're not having ANY kind of sex with ANY other guy until I have
sex with someone else!  Clear?" Rick insisted.  "Even then..."

        "Baby..."  Teela broke off, frustrated.  What was wrong with him?

        Rick flashed a look at her.  "Are you that hot to try out someone
else?"

        "No, not at all!" Teela replied.  "I thought it would make it easier
on you if I was willing..."  She eyed him.  "Baby, are you jealous?"

        "No..."

        "Well, you shouldn't be!  None of those guys is gonna take a serious
interest in ME!  I don't even know why YOU do, but I'm glad..." Teela
sniffled a bit.

        Rick shook his head.  "It's just... everybody else is... bigger..."

        "Oh," Teela blinked.  "I don't know if I..."

        "No, you DON'T, do you?" Rick interjected.

        "Baby, I don't see anyone telling you to go home..." Teela argued.
"Beth says you're just fine..."

        "She SAYS that, but we haven't fucked, really, since the Carters
showed up..." Rick replied.

        "Well I think you're wonderful!" Teela insisted.

        "You might not, once Damian or Terence -- or even Lon or Toby --
gets a hold of you!" Rick retorted.  "Not to mention Terence's dad!"

        "Baby, I really don't think..."

        "That's for sure!" Rick retorted acidly.

        Teela started to cry.  "Baby, please!  Don't be like that!  I'm
sorry!  I'll back out of that thing, okay?  Please don't be mad!"

        Rick eyed her sidelong.  "You'll back out?"

        "Uh huh."

        "No strange guys?"

        "Uh uh."

        "We're up front about everything, right?"

        "Yes, Baby!  You're my man!  I don't want anyone else!"

        "What about that crap about trying other guys?  Getting experience?
Being slutty?  Maybe following your mother's footsteps?" Rick pressed.

        "I...  Only things you approve first -- is that okay?"

        "It'll do," Rick grunted.  "I don't know if I'd like having you do
ANYBODY else..."

        "If it means losing you..."

        "All right.  Let's forget it for now."  Rick wrapped an arm around
Teela's shaking shoulders.


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