Chapter 22

It was a half-hour -- maybe forty-five minutes -- before Martin heard a clatter downstairs. Ducking into his room, he found it empty; he threw on a T-shirt and headed downstairs.

Jean was cleaning again -- and back in jeans, which had to be uncomfortable. She had a bra on, too, and the blouse she had been wearing as outerwear when she first arrived. "I need to finish up..." she muttered, not looking at him.

"I'm sorry," Martin murmured; obviously, she was upset with him.

"You didn't do anything you weren't invited to do," Jean replied, still refusing to look in his direction.

"Then what's wrong?"

"We weren't supposed to do that," Jean said flatly. "I keep telling him I'm a one-man woman and he doesn't listen... You're not the father of my child." Jean felt incredible guilt; she had a child and that child had a father -- a father she was deeply committed to. But he had pushed her onto poor Martin -- aided by her sympathy for the man and his loss -- and she'd had sex with him. And Martin had pushed some of her buttons that Toby couldn't reach. It had been incredible -- but it undercut what she had with Toby, and that left her with guilt and horror and the realization that her relationship with Toby had more cracks than she had heretofore realized...

"Who?" Martin asked.

Jean spared him a glance. "Toby."

Toby didn't listen? Or Toby was the father of her baby? Martin wasn't sure. He strode to the refrigerator for more tea, then sat in a chair pulled back in from the living room. "Tell me. They all basically left you to brief me. I've... paid my dues -- what have I gotten myself into?"

Jean burst into tears. "It's all my fault!"

This wasn't the place, Martin realized. "Put down the rag and let's go into the living room." They settled on the couch, and Martin rubbed Jean's back as she related her somewhat colored viewpoint on the development of the group -- how she had succumbed to Toby once, then triggered excitement in the other women, then ultimately succumbed to Toby a second time. She explained how after that her attempts to be the voice of reason fell on deaf ears and how it didn't seem to matter because Toby -- and her own emotions -- wouldn't let her escape. She related discovering that she was pregnant, and how there could only be one father -- how she had come to grips with it and was trying to make a life with the child inside her and the young man who had planted it there -- and how Toby kept insisting that she had a responsibility to share herself occasionally with other males. "It's so hard!" she wailed.

Martin cocked his head. "Was it hard with me?" It certainly hadn't appeared so...

"No. Oh, God, it was EASY! It was..." Jean erupted in hysteria.

Martin pulled her against him and let her cry herself out. Now it made sense; her vision of a difficult but certain future was destroyed, somehow, by what they'd done. Now she was questioning her love for the boy who'd captured her and fathered a child in her -- and it scared her and brought out her guilt and regrets. "I'm a slut, just like all the others," she blubbered into his shoulder. "I held them in contempt -- but I can't settle on one man, either, and now I'm alone and pregnant..."

"You're too hard on yourself," Martin replied. "You've been looking for something -- something you needed and you thought you'd found. Maybe you DID find it -- and this is just a dose of reality..."

Jean knew that nothing was ever perfect -- but she thought that the situation already had more than it's share of issues without THIS kind of complication. Blubbering into this man's shoulder CERTAINLY wasn't helping, either -- he was part of the problem, for God's sake! She pulled away. "I need to go back to work," she mumbled.

"Okay." Martin recognized the action for what it was; if she was going to get back on track, she needed to put him off some. He got up and led the way back to the kitchen. For the rest of the afternoon, he helped her clean, asking more questions about the group and its history getting her viewpoint and opinions. Toby had been right when he said that Jean was the group's conscience -- her angst was everywhere in her answers. No doubt he would need to hear a number of things in another version -- probably from Toby, since he needed to speak to the boy badly...

Candace wasn't ready for the pack of boys that descended upon her; when they'd left for Hank's earlier in the day, she'd heaved a sigh of relief -- having Damian in the house was always dangerous. Suddenly, they were back, catching her outside sunbathing. Hurriedly, she threw her bikini back on, finishing just as the boys hit the slider and came onto the patio. "Uh, hello, boys. Back so soon?"

"Yeah." Toby, who seemed to be running things at the moment, seemed distracted. "We had an interesting afternoon with Coach Garber, but it's handled. Now we need to move on. The good news for you and the girls is that we have two new male members."

Hank was rocked by the way this particular revelation was handled, "Is she...?"

"Yes," Toby replied. "Sorry, I had so much going through my head, I didn't think. Lon's mom is in the group. Mine is, too. So is Randy's, although she's a new member. So is Terence and Damian's. In fact, the original purpose of the group was for us to have sex with each other's mothers. They needed it -- we needed it -- it made sense. Since then, things have morphed some; Rick and Lon collected girlfriends, for instance..." He paused. "Anybody else want to talk?"

Hank frowned. "So why do you need new members? It seems to me that there are now more guys than there are women..."

Damian took it. "That would be true if we were just talking mothers -- we'd be, like, three out, now. But Lon and Rick now have girlfriends, and they've throttled back some to concentrate on them. In general, the girlfriends don't do a lot with the group, although they're technically members; today's thing with Teela wasn't your usual thing even though she bought into it -- and Rick's probably pissed. And Lon has some pretty serious issues with his girlfriend Sally doing anything, too."

"Well..." Lon grunted -- but he shrugged sheepishly.

"Then there is the other issue -- between the girlfriends and other stuff, some of the women didn't have anyone but black dudes to fuck." Damian continued. "If you add in that we arrived later and kind of horned in, well..."

"Huh?" Hank grunted.

Terence took it up. "Our mama works with Toby's, and she let some things slip. Mama wedged the door open and we were in -- but it was two for one and the others weren't really thrilled, you know? Then you add some other shit that went down, and, well, things were rough for a while."

"Then there are the other girls," Randy added, explaining, "One of my sisters is now a full member -- whether she likes it or not -- and one is kind of honorary..."

"She's too young to fuck, but she likes giving head," Terence interjected.

"And we've got six more girls waiting..." Randy finished.

"Six? Jeez!" Hank exclaimed. "What -- are they answering ads or something?"

"No," Randy replied, "My sister basically got them doing things they shouldn't have, and we caught them -- on video. We could ignore it, I guess, but would you? I mean, if you had a chick over a barrel, would you let her off, or would you fuck her?"

"What were they doing?" Hank asked.

"Lesbian shit -- which isn't anything big, actually -- and getting licked out by dogs," Damian supplied. "THAT'S the hook."

"Yeah, that'd be big," Hank agreed.

"We're thinking that the problem is that they haven't been attracting any dick. That being the case, we figure most of them will be happy to move on up. Besides, we need to wean them off that shit -- for their own good," Damian explained.

"Wow! Six more..." Hank shook his head.

"Some of 'em are black, which helps balance things," Toby added. "A couple are Hispanic of one flavor or another, and one is Oriental."

"Nice selection," Hank commented.

"Well, they're not Grade A," Damian grunted. "One or two of 'em are close, but shy or something. But, hey -- you gotta have Grade A?"

Hank chuckled. "I'd settle for a LOT less!"

Damian nodded. "One of this bunch probably IS a lot less -- but you never know what we might manage to do with her..." He glanced across the group, "Hey, Lon..." He pointed to a spot a little distance away. "Can we talk?" Lon nodded and the pair strode off.

"That's most of the tale," Toby resumed. "Some of the guys are tied up and only maybe fifty percent effective. Jean would like it if I was, too, but I don't think that's smart; if Coach can help with her, that would be a good thing, but we really have to see how that goes -- it's probably one of those things you don't want to push. Besides, we need you and Coach to help with the others..."

"I'm gonna need to practice," Hank mumbled.

"I don't think any of us wasn't a virgin when we started," Toby began.

"Damian and I weren't," Terence interjected, "but there is NOTHING like an older woman to help you get it right! We were BOTH fucking up, before..."

Off at the side, Damian said five words, "Man, Candace has been hidin'..."

"I don't run that," Lon replied. "You do. We're cool where Mama is concerned." And he turned and walked away.

Candace was watching; as a result, she had a few seconds to prepare... Damian headed back to the group. "So, Hank, Coach is hooked up -- I'm thinkin' it's your turn, Man." He flicked a glance at Candace. "I mean, you got other choices -- but Candace likes robbing the cradle. I'll keep an eye on her and make sure she remembers that she's helping you..."

"Damian!" Candace squealed, outraged.

Damian went poker-faced. "You got something to say?"

"You don't have to be like that!"

"Hey..." He shrugged. Turning to Hank, he explained, "I ride her ass. She says she don't like it -- sometimes." He took Candace's hand. "C'mon, Man, I'll get us some peace and quiet." Hank looked a bit confused, but he followed.

'Damn him!' Candace thought, glaring at Damian -- but she was allowing him to lead her off, willingly -- and, truth be told, she was wet already! How did he do that? "You're a mean bastard."

"I do what I have to," Damian replied without visible concern. "I want you to give ol' Hank here, a nice ride and teach him a few things. Show and tell, right? Enjoy yourself, but don't get too carried away and leave him hangin', or anything."

"I know what to do," Candace pouted as Damian opened the slider and led them inside.

Damian whipped her around to him, catching her neck in his free hand and kissed her; it was over before Candace rode out her surprise. While she dazedly raised a hand to her lips, he led her on, murmuring, "I know you do, Babe, but you do better when somebody's keeping an eye on you. Let's go down stairs."

Hank followed the pair, bemused. Damian seemed to be totally, confidently in control, here -- which was amazing, given the fact that Candace was twice his age... Candace turned her head to regard him over her shoulder, "Don't worry, Honey -- I know how it's done. I took Rick's cherry..."

Damian grunted laughter, "And he's always worrying about his dick size!"

"He didn't get that from ME!" Candace flared, "He got that from watching you horse-dicks at work! I had him as happy as a clam until he started making comparisons!"

Damian winked at Hank. "Poke her a little and she screams bloody murder..." He let go of her hand. "Go to it."

"Come here, Honey, let Mama fix you up," Candace crooned. She reached out and whipped his T-shirt over his head. "Sorry if it seems like I'm rushing things, but it'll all be easier once we're naked, don't you think?" she asked when he flinched.

"Yeah," Hank agreed. "I'm just..." He started working his way out of his trunks on his own.

"Nervous?" Candace supplied. "There's no need to be. Mama will take good care of you!" She reached back to undo her bikini top, gazing at Hank's revealed boner. "Omigawd! Another monster! I'm so lucky!"

Candace's praise had its effect; Hank stopped dead before finishing his attempt to cover up his erection and put it on display. "Really?"

Damian cocked his head and gave it a glance. "Rick's gonna be unhappy -- again!"

Candace stepped out of her bottoms and moved forward, still bent at the waist. "Can I touch it, Honey?"

"Yeah," Hank replied nervously, "I'm sorta..."

"Hair-trigger?" Candace supplied, kneeling before him. "That's not a problem, Hon -- you'll come back. Hell, I bet you won't even go down! Let me know, so I can take it in my mouth... In the meantime, you can play with Mama's titties or whatever, okay? While I play with this? Get your fill..."

Talk about Christmas in July! TITS! Hank's eyes were as big as saucers as he cupped Candace's pendulous mounds. So soft! So... How did you describe them? And the nipples -- WOW! Girls didn't exactly offer Hank tickets to see their charms -- and his mother was dead -- so an opportunity to FEEL a tit had never presented itself. This was Disneyland! And then her hand closed gently on his aching cock, jacking... "Oh, SHIT!" He was headed right to spray mode!

Candace got it; her head darted forward and her lips enveloped the purple tip of his meat just as it started to pulse. Hank went straight to Heaven! God! Could ANYTHING feel so sweet? He watched her through a haze of pleasure as her lips hugged his cock head and she caressed it with her tongue while swallowing his juice... "OOOOHHHH, FUUUU-- Sorry!"

The corners of her mouth quirked and her eyes twinkled, but she didn't say anything until his cock stopped pulsing -- and that took a minute. When she did, she swallowed visibly before saying, "It's okay, Hon. If you aren't going to get worked up when you're cumming, when ARE you?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Hank was shaking like a leaf from the reaction. "That was HOT!"

"We're just getting started," Candace purred. Off to one side, Damian was parked on a couch arm, grinning.

Candace sat back and took a look at her current challenge. Hank was rangy, whipcord lean -- everywhere. His cock was something she'd never really seen the like of before -- a plush, dark purple head poised on a long, hard, stringy shaft with a very slight upward bow to it. The thing looked HARD -- like it was made of sinew; the ropy veins looked like the soft parts! It was a stalk; she wasn't surprised that it hadn't EVEN gone down... "Okay, Hon -- let's try to work on the basics." She shot a glance over at Damian, "Do I have to haul stuff around by myself?"

Damian shook his head. "Nope. You want something?"

"I was thinking mattresses..." Candace said slowly.

"Sure... Why don't you kick off on the couch, though? Kind of work around the, you know, side-by-side attack thing. I'll whip you up a bunk, though, for after..."

"Yeah," Candace mused, nodding, "Okay. C'mon, Hon, let's do the date thing." She took Hank's hand and tugged him to the couch. Once they were seated side-by-side, she kicked it off, "Okay, I'm not gonna get dressed again, but we're going to pretend that we're not there yet. What's the obvious move?"

Hank froze. "Uh, arm?"

"Yeah, Honey, you put the arm up. But you put it on the couch, not on me, because what you're setting up for here is a shot at running your fingers on my neck and shoulder. It's about finding hot spots; nipples are hot spots, but they're well protected. Necks are hot spots, ears are hot spots -- and they're NOT protected -- or at least, not as well. A lot of guys drape forty pounds of arm on a girl and wonder why she wiggles out from under. Sometimes you have to do that -- but if you do, carry the arm -- don't expect her to!" She waited a moment. "Oka-ay..."

"Oh! Yeah! Sorry! I'm kind of freaked..." Hank went ahead and threw his arm onto the couch back, then dropped his fingers onto her shoulder. "Like this?"

"Uh huh," Candace agreed. "You want the neck, if you can get there, along the side, below the ear -- behind the ear -- even on the ear -- but not IN the ear!" She laughed. "Although that may work for tongues..."

"Really?" Hank asked, as he traced her neck with his fingers and worked his way up to the other indicated areas.

"Oh, yeah, we'll get there," Candace replied. "If she pretends to ignore you keep going; if she settles against you, you're in..."

"What if she grabs your hand?" Damian asked.

Candace glanced up, mildly irritated, but answered, "Slow down. The good news is she didn't make noises about it -- so you can either resume or move to something else. Who knows -- maybe she's really ticklish there. In any case, if she has a fit, you're done -- otherwise, pay attention to what she DOES, not what she's saying. If she shoves you away, you're done, but if she just says, 'That tickles,' you're in business and can move on, although you might need to slow down. Lots of guys take an objection that just means it's time for a little fine-tuning as a signal she wants to stop; believe me, if she REALLY wants you to stop, she'll be clear about it." She smiled at Hank, "We'll pass on kissing -- you can learn that from someone younger. Let's move on to the lips and tongue on the neck and ears..."

"Okay," Hank mumbled and leaned in to attack the skin at the juncture. "Here?"

"Uh huh." The way Candace's voice sounded suddenly congested was a dead giveaway. "You're doing fine. Dry lips, maybe a little tongue, hot breath -- maybe you get things a little wet and blow... Uuuhhh, yeah, like that..." She took his right hand and placed it on her left breast. "Notice how this comes naturally. A lot of boys try to jump to breast play too soon; we all know they're an attractor, but you really need to have your foot in the door first. Make sure you're kissing her or working her neck with your lips before you reach for the soft stuff -- and even then, in a seduction situation, you might want to start at the armpit and the side of the breast before actually collecting one." She let him play a bit. "Mmmmm, yes, don't go straight for the nipple unless you're already well along and she's obviously excited. Gentle squeezes are good, too. If she's handling all of that, it's time to make a run at her crotch..." She flicked a glance at Damian. "And you shouldn't do that without an anatomy lesson."

Damian got the hint and snagged a couple of the thin mattresses they had stacked, placing them side-by-side on the open floor. Candace took Hank by the hand and led him to them, settling bolt upright on one and directing him to get on his hands and knees so he could see as she lifted her knees and spread her legs. "Okay, this is the target, obviously. If it's under pantyhose, you're going to have to convince her that they need to go away, but you can slip a finger under a panty gusset pretty easily. But you can probably convince her to get out of pantyhose if you know where her clitty is. You know WHAT one is, right, Honey?"

"It's a spot..." Hank began.

"It's her pleasure button. It's a little clump of nerves that drive her absolutely nuts if you play with them. This is mine..." She worked back the hood on hers so he could see the little pink lump. "Go ahead, feel it." Hank stuck out a hesitant finger. "Yeah, rub it, gently. Some girls can't take direct contact -- it's too intense. So you rub along the outside of the hood that covers it." She shifted his finger off-side. "Mine is fairly prominent; some women have them, but they're small and buried deep. Basically, you're gonna find it at the top of the slot..." She let him play -- and let herself enjoy it. "I have big inner lips, kind of rubbery. Lots of girls have more or less vestigial ones. The outer lips are these fatty areas that press together to close things up -- or open up, if she's hot. I'm shaved, so you can't really do it, but on a girl with her pubes more or less intact, you can run your finger along the fur there -- it'll be thin, usually -- and tickle her." She took his hand and demonstrated. "If she gets wet and opens up, her body is ready, even if her head isn't. Get a finger on her clit and drive her nuts; eventually, she'll either surrender or run..."

Reaching down, she pulled herself open. "See the hole? That's it. On a virgin, there might be a little drum-head barrier there with a smaller hole in it -- that's her cherry, and when you put that monster of yours in there, it's gonna rip because you've stretched it. Basically, it's one of those 'sealed for your protection' things -- you just don't have to refrigerate her after using..." Candace grinned from ear to ear. Both Hank and Damian laughed. "Some girls get a lot out of having a cock inside, and some only a little; see how she reacts to a finger or two. You're usually safest working her clitty. Personally, I think that foreplay shouldn't end until she gets off once on your fingers or your tongue -- then you KNOW she's warmed up -- but some girls only manage one cum a session, and you'll not be able to get her off again no matter WHAT you do." She settled back. "Okay, go ahead -- let's see what you've learned. See if you can figure out when it's time to stick your dick in there..."

Hank had seen no end of pictures and video -- Martin didn't lock down his machine with parental controls -- but feeling the flesh was a different matter altogether! He was all over it, especially that magic bump that made Candace gasp and moan and move about. "How am I doing?" he asked.

"Just fine, Honey!" Candace gasped. "You keep that up and... Mama's gonna... go off..." She was puffing and getting red in the face. "How about a finger?"

Hank obliged, sliding the middle finger of his left hand into the wet opening at the bottom of Candace's slit. Almost immediately, her legs tightened up and her pelvis began to jump and roll.

"Just like that, Honey! You're a natural! Mama's gonna get off, now! Oh, SHIT!" Candace grabbed handfuls of the mattress cover and hunched up, panting, as her climax rolled over her. "UH! UUHH! UUUHH!!" She collapsed back onto the mattress. "Oh, God, that was good! Now it's your turn -- bring that sweet cock around here and stick it in Mama and stir up her insides with it! You know where it goes..."

Yeah, he did -- he'd just had a finger in there... She spread herself wide and took him to the hilt. 'FUUUUCK!' was the first thought that came to mind as he slid home in Candace's pussy -- the only thing he'd ever felt that was CLOSE was her lips! MAYBE if you soaked felt in hot massage oil you might come close -- and maybe not! Instinct took over and he set up a rhythm, going deep and backing out almost all the way. "WOW!"

"Oh! That's nice!" Candace purred. "You go ahead now, Honey, and do whatever makes you feel good -- I'm not a virgin and I'm loving it! Mmmmm!" She caressed his bony shoulders. Hank didn't look like much -- but then, neither did Toby! 'The world would sure be different if guys let their dicks hang out,' Candace mused distractedly. This was good sex; if he kept it up for any length of time at all, she would be seeing another cum...

Hank pistoned in and out, loving the feel of Candace's pussy nibbling at his cock. This was better than advertised -- amazing, actually! No jerk-off session in the world could match this! Candace was moaning and purring and making hot noises and rubbing his shoulders -- and angling her pussy up so he could get in deep and actually rising to meet his strokes! She wrapped her legs around his ass and used them to lift herself against him as he pounded down into her -- and DAMN, it was good!

Damian suddenly appeared, grinning. "Yo, Dude! Okay, you've heard of dead lays? This is NOT a dead lay! You got ol' Candace cookin', Man!"

Hank grinned from ear to ear, but he was busy rocking it in and out. What was going on was that pussy that was rising to meet him, accepting his cock, taking it in and gripping it, increasing his urgency and his pleasure.

And then Candace's eyes got big -- and she said, "Oh!" -- except nothing came out! And she did it again at the bottom of his next stroke, and again at the bottom of the next... Then she turned bright red, drew in a HUGE breath, and screamed, "OH! MY! GAAAAAAAWWWDDD!!!!" at the top of her lungs and literally seemed to climb up his cock!

Hank just wasn't ready to get past something like that -- too much of her excitement bled over! When she clutched herself to him, Hank arched himself, lifting her, going as deep as he possibly could, then exploded into her spasming tunnel, his cock pulsing, "HRRRRRGH!!! HRRRRGH!! HRRRRGH!!"

"Omigwad! Omigawd! Omigawd!" Candace panted, breathless. She probably weighed more than Hank did -- and he was holding her, impaled on his spike of a cock! She couldn't believe it! She untangled her legs so she could take some of her weight back, fearing that she would injure him, but Hank was like stone, and he had her positioned such that he wasn't really carrying her whole weight on his back -- although he had done so in the process of getting her there.

The position shift actually caused Hank to have to lay her back down; he hovered above her, panting, while she caressed his flanks, exclaiming, "Gawd, Honey! There isn't much that I can teach YOU!" Hank smiled but didn't say anything; he was reveling in the pleasure that just small motions in Candace's pussy brought him in the aftermath of dropping his load in her. THAT had been major -- it felt like he'd shot a quart of jizz into her!

Damian chuckled. "Man, that must have been one serious ride -- Candace is a picky bitch!"

"Damian! Dammit!" Candace ranted.

"Oh, settle the fuck down!" Damian retorted. "You KNOW I'm right!"

"Well, maybe," Candace conceded, "but do you have to be so..."

"Brutally fucking honest?" Damian finished. "Yes." Candace rolled her eyes.

"Well, I thought it was just..." Hank really couldn't describe it. One shot, though, and he was addicted... "Is it all this good?"

Candace sighed. "Probably not. The first time is usually a landmark, if you know what I mean."

"It's all different, Man," Damian advised. "Different chicks FEEL different and ACT different -- you have to kind of find the one that makes you feel the best. I like Candace -- we have this kind of love-hate thing going that we both get something out of. But I'm breaking in Alyssa -- Randy's sister -- too. She's a real little bitch. I like my pussy to fight back a little..."

"Hey! Things quieting down a little down there?" Lon yelled down the stairs.

"Yah! We're finishing up, I think," Damian yelled back. "What's up?"

"Toby wants to do a little planning."

"We'll be along in a minute..." Damian yelled, then turned to Hank, "unless you're gonna fuck her again."

Candace closed her eyes and wriggled a bit. "I think he could, actually. Honey, let Mama rest a bit and if you want more..."

"Okay." Hank extracted his oversensitive cock from Candace's drippy cunt. It was still stiff.

Candace took a look, then reached out to grasp it gently. Hank's cock was only barely less rigid than steel. "Good God, Honey! Let's have that conversation and let me sop up the mess, then if you want more, you come see Mama."

Damian chuckled. "She's hooked, Man. But if you want variety, maybe we can arrange for something else..." Candace frowned but said nothing; Damian picked it up and told her, "You'll get some more, if you want it. There's other suppliers, too, you know!" Candace subsided. "Throw on your trunks, Man -- let's head upstairs." Turning to Candace, he added, "You stay naked. Hank and I like it." Candace rolled her eyes, but they both knew that she would comply.

On the stairs, Hank asked, "How come she does that?"

"What?"

"Whatever you tell her, I guess."

"Candace used to go through guys like a six-pack -- and she was never satisfied. I kinda discovered that the reason for it is that she's greedy and demanding. Most guys put up with it in order to get some pussy -- but that leaves her unhappy, because what she REALLY wants is for someone to stand up to her. We've had a couple of serious run-ins, and she knows who is boss."

"Are you going to stop talking about me like I'm not right behind you?" Candace asked sarcastically.

"No."

"Damn you!"

Damian grinned. "Of course, it's NEVER all over... She needs her daily dose, if you know what I mean..." At the top of the stairs he peeled off long enough for Candace to pass him, then delivered a swat on her ass that left a red handprint.

"OWW!" Candace screeched.

"Watch the mouth!" Damian directed. "Go chase us down something to drink..." Candace glared but moved off.

Everyone was out sitting around the picnic table -- in the shade of its umbrella, where possible. "What's up?" Damian asked.

"I'm wondering where we're headed," Toby replied. "As in who's next?"

"We oughta consolidate," Damian replied. "Get Rain Man's women fully under control and let Hank and Coach settle in. Wait a couple of days."

Toby nodded. "I'm going to have to talk to Coach, I think."

"About Jean?" Lon asked.

"Well, that too. But you know he's going to want the whole briefing."

"Bring him here," Lon suggested. "Then he can see the playroom."

"Good idea," Toby agreed. Several others nodded.

"About Jean..." Lon pressed.

Toby eyed him. "If you think I'm planning to tell him to keep his hands off, don't. In fact, he may be good for her. I'm not planning to push things either way."

"If he tilts her up a few times, her compass might start pointin' another direction," Damian mused.

Toby shrugged. "That's not necessarily a bad thing..." He and Damian shared a glance. "Don't feel compelled to tell Coach that he ought to be careful around Jean," he told the others. "In fact, if you get the urge, you guys are all welcome to see if you can get some. She needs to step back -- be objective. If she still wants to do things the way she's been planning after that, fine -- but she needs to look at her options instead of just grasping at the first thing that passes by." He grinned. "If her compass becomes unreliable, she'll be the first to know."

"I think that's a good plan," Candace interjected, bringing out a cooler full of sodas. "Toby's right -- what's happened thus far has amounted to entrapment -- but Jean is blind to what she's doing. She craves a relationship -- which is fine -- but she's willing to pay too much -- and she's asking Toby to pay too much, too."

Toby moved on, "So, any ideas?"

Damian grinned. "I kinda get a kick out of Hank; I was thinking about taking him with me to help me paper-train Alyssa and give Adele a workout." He turned to Hank. "What do ya think? Ready to try dark meat?"

"I'm not sure I get it," Hank replied.

"Alyssa is Randy's sister," Lon supplied, "and Adele is his mother. They're new members. Alyssa needs a firm hand -- and Adele needs a reminder that she's getting something in return for the trouble she THINKS she has..."

"She's having a shit fit because my OTHER sister is sort of a member, too," Randy supplied. "She's real young but she likes to, uh..."

"Suck dick," Terence interjected, grinning.

"Yeah..." Randy looked sheepish.

"Oh. Okay..." Hank shrugged. "Sounds good."

"Who do we sic on Coach?" Lon asked.

"I'll know after I talk to him," Toby replied. "Ma, maybe -- or Louise." There were general nods. "Are we done?"

"Well, there is the original question," Damian hazarded. "Who's up? If and when?"

"Why don't you talk to Alyssa about that?" Toby replied. "She'll know who is going to be ready first..."

"Yeah. Good idea." Damian nodded.

"Since I have to go over and talk to Coach, I can drop Hank off," Toby offered.

"Well, that's cool, but we kinda offered Hank another piece of Candace if he wanted it..." Damian replied.

"Oh. Well, I've got time..." Toby replied, eyeing Hank.

Hank glanced at Candace, who twittered, "I haven't even wiped off yet!" But she took him by the hand, "Let's use my room..."

Twenty minutes later, a grinning Hank rejoined them. "Man, that was just as much fun the second time!"