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Bonnie - Chapter Fifteen (M+f, inc, Ff, bd)
by Friar Dave (friar_dave@*mhbbs.com)
Contents copyrighted by the author, 1991
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Well, that was a year ago last week. Kate and Mark have settled into a
fairly swinging lifestyle, but they'll be canceling that in a couple
of weeks; they've decided to have another baby. I hope like hell it's
a boy. Mark's gotten his drinking under control and is back at work
for some financial wire service.
Dolores settled down nicely, though at Christmas dinner she made it
clear she was wishing for an encore. Irene told her it would be okay
only if she made the honors list at school. Kate tells me she has
never seen Dolores study so diligently.
Kate and Mark and I have agreed that it was nice, that one time, but
not really a good idea for us to get together like that again.
Bonnie and Irene get together whenever they're both in town. Sometimes
I join them; mostly I don't. Sometimes Bonnie and I get together
alone, but not often. It's just lust with us; like being hungry -- the
more you eat, the less you need.
I don't join Bonnie and Irene primarily because when Irene and I are
together, we get totally caught up in each other, which can leave a
third party feeling like exactly that -- the third party at a dance.
But I don't mind the two of them getting it on without me. They have
something special and loving, and it doesn't threaten me. It was only
when I felt absolutely sure about it that I proposed to Irene, and
only when she was equally sure that she accepted.
Penny and I have stayed close. She occasionally has a "date," (Kate
has some pretty stringent restrictions on that) but seldom more than
once with the same guy. Fellows her own age aren't sufficiently
educated to keep her interested, and older guys "just start growing
hands all over the place." But every week or so, she'll come by my
place in the city and destroy me at Scrabble or chess. We'll talk
about all the stuff we've always enjoyed, and sometimes she'll confide
in me. Once in a while, she'll remind me that she's going to be
gunning for me when she decides she's ready, but I don't think she
really means it. A shame, in a way. She's blossoming rapidly and is a
gorgeous little fox, sexy as hell. And she's no little kid any more;
she'll be a teenager in about two weeks. I'm going to have watch my
step around her.
In the meantime, she's gotten into computers and programming and I
think she's probably become quite a hacker. (I still know just enough
to use the word processor and database and spreadsheet and sometimes
get the modem to send stories to magazines or my publisher; Penny's
been a big help with that).
On the other hand, it's also meant I had to learn how to encrypt some
files -- like this little diary -- so she can never get into them. I
shudder to think what would happen if that imp ever got into this
file! Fortunately, the security on this file is totally unbreakable.
It said so on the software package. And it *is* from Microsoft. I can
trust them, right?
END OF FILE
Hi, honey!
Penny showed me how to read this. It's really sweet that you thought
about me like that right from the start, from the first time we met. I
figured at first you started liking me only after you and I and Bonnie
made love that first time. Now I know that wasn't the start for you;
it wasn't for me, either. I was fantasizing about you from the first
time we met. I used to pump Kate for information about you and always
made her promise never to tell a soul.
And I never would have known if Penny hadn't showed me this. I'm so
grateful to her that I couldn't refuse her that one request. It'll be
a surprise, probably a nice one, for you.
Love you, honey!
Irene
"Unbreakable"? Hah!
And just for calling me "shrimp," why don't you call one of those
Bulletin Boards I told you about and download (if you can remember
how!) a little story called BONNIE01.ZIP. The writing's not bad, but
the spelling sucked -- until a certain Language Wizard (she said, with
no false modesty) fixed it up (and replaced most -- but not all -- of
the names). Maybe you'll get better if you practice Scrabble some
more.
By the way, "Uncle Dan," guess who's, uh, cumming for (her birthday)
dinner?
Love ya', stud!
THE End