Chapter 27

Louise arrived home the next morning to find Terence up, looking haggard. "What happened to you, Boy?"

"Pa got drunk. I had to go pick him up," Terence related. "Then I had to get up with him this morning to go get my car from the bar..." He grinned. "If you think I look bad..."

Louise grinned back. "Well, he's learned to live like that..." Then she caught his expression. "What's up?"

"It was three a.m. and I was wasted and he starts quizzing me about where Damian and I are getting sex," Terence related diffidently. "I couldn't come up with anything convincing, so I told him we were in a club..."

"Okay..." Louise said cautiously.

"He started ragging on me about the girls being imaginary -- or maybe guys. I got stupid," Terence grunted.

"What else?"

"He asked about you, and I told him that you hung out with a bunch of the other mothers and really didn't know what was up. I told him we had you guys buffaloed into thinking it was a kid thing -- you know, tree-house, or something."

"Then what?"

"Well, he wanted to know if he could get in," Terence related. "I told him he'd been blackballed, and that it was guys my age mostly, anyway."

"Did he ask why?"

"Yeah," Terence grunted. "I told him they wouldn't say because we were related."

"Okay. Tell your brother," Louise advised.

"I will -- later. I'm going back to bed." Terence got up and shambled off.

An hour later, Louise was relating all of this to Jean, Candace and Beth. "Do you think it's an issue?"

Candace pursed her lips. "Only if he presses things. Maybe we need to lean on him some. I'll talk to Lon. Beth, you might want to fill Toby in. Obviously, Damian needs to know." The other two women nodded. "Jean?"

"What do you think is driving this? Frustration or idle curiosity?" Jean asked.

"Frustration, I think," Louise replied.

"What about his, umm, other outlets?"

"I'm not seeing any evidence that he's doing that," Louise replied, "but then I wasn't before. If he is, it isn't helping."

Jean nodded. Candace reiterated, "Let's see what the boys think. We could shake him up, some, but it might push him somewhere we don't want him going." There were muttered agreements; the women moved on to other subjects. Candace speared Jean with a look, "So, are you going up to Coach Garber's to clean today?"

"I... Maybe." Jean looked away.

"Seems to me that you promised him. You don't HAVE to fuck him..."

"No, I don't." Resolution firmed in Jean, visibly.

"How was he? Do I want to try him out?" Candace prodded.

"Good..." Jean replied -- then her eyes flashed. "Not in your age bracket, though."

Louise tittered, but Candace fired back, "I'm not pregnant by a seventeen-year-old!"

Jean glanced around nervously, "Quiet!"

Candace moved on smoothly, turning to Beth. "Lon wants to bring Sally around to see you today. He's got this crazy project in mind..." She shook her head.

"Like what?" Beth asked.

"I'll let him tell you -- I'm prejudiced," Candace replied. "Wait until you hear it..."

"That's it -- keep it a secret, now that you have us all foaming at the mouth," Louise chided.

"You don't want to know, believe me," Candace replied. "Fred would probably love to do it to you!" She shook her head. "Poor Sally -- what that girl puts herself through for Lon -- it's embarrassing."

"It's what she wants to do," Beth assured her. "He isn't getting anything she isn't willing to give."

"Well, it's got to stop, somewhere."

"Not necessarily."

"Wait until you hear THIS one!" Candace sat back and folded her arms.

Several more attempts to get Candace to divulge the 'big secret' failed before the group broke up, disgruntled.

Hank Garber was anything but disgruntled. A night in bed with a woman was beyond his imagination only a few days previously; last night, he'd accomplished it. Adele had treated him well, providing another bout of urgent lovemaking before they had collapsed into sleep in her bed and awakening him this morning with her lips on his morning wood. "I don't have time to go again," she'd apologized, "and I haven't had sex like that in... well, never, probably, so I'm a little sore. But I made you breakfast..." Eggs and bacon and coffee steamed on a TV table beside the bed. "I..." She looked flustered. "You come back, okay?" Then she'd kissed him fervently and all but run from the room.

Life was good.

Hank put down his fork and collected his coffee cup. There were urgent noises coming from down the hall. Rising, he realized that his clothes were probably downstairs. 'Oh, well, everybody's see it all by now...' he thought, stepping out into the hallway.

The noises were coming primarily from Alyssa, who was riding Damian's cock again. Hank made no effort to hide himself -- besides, the door was wide open. After a few seconds, Damian noticed him, but merely grinned and went back to what he was doing, so Hank lingered, watching Alyssa impale herself on Damian's cock while scratching his balls idly.

There was the slap of bare feet and the whisper of fabric, and a hand settled on Hank's wood. "You guys are gonna kill me!" Brie whispered. "Those sounds..." She was dressed in a flimsy nightie that didn't cover things very well -- especially given the fact that her other hand was under the hem, delving into an obviously bare little pussy. She jacked him, muttering, "Jeez, that thing is like steel! Turn this way..." She got him to turn ninety degrees in the doorway and squatted before him. "I want to fuck this," she husked.

"Well, you can't," Hank replied, reaching down to pull her back to her feet, "That's official."

"I can suck it, though," she retorted, ducking his hand. "That's official, too." Hank subsided and she lipped his glans, eyeing her sister and her sister's boyfriend while she sucked him in.

Hank sighed in pleasure and let her have her way. Idly, he watched Dirk come wandering up the hall. First the dog slipped by the pair to get a good look at the goings-on in Alyssa's room, then he came back out. After an examination of Brie's activity with Hank, he circled behind Brie for a sniff -- and then a lick.

Brie waved a hand behind her to drive Dirk off, but he was more persistent than that, driving in and getting some good licks in with his tongue. Brie backed off Hank's erection to push him away, grunting, "Okay, now I understand THAT -- but I'm saving myself for BOYS, understand? Get outta here!" She swatted him on the nose. Turning back to Hank, she eyed him, muttering, "YOU could lick it, though. That's allowed."

"No fucking," Hank insisted.

"No fucking," Brie agreed.

"Let's go back to your mother's room," Hank capitulated.

They tried sixty-nine, with Brie on top and Hank on the bottom -- and it wasn't particularly successful, for two reasons: Hank was several inches taller, and, more importantly, Brie couldn't concentrate on a cock with a tongue and lips working on her twat. Randy, who rushed upstairs to discover why she was screaming at the top of her lungs, stood there and watched as she wailed her way through her second orgasmic cycle, shaking his head. After the third, she gave up and climbed off Hank, over-stimulated and temporarily exhausted. Rotating around, she gave his erection her full attention until it flooded her mouth with cream, then sat back, smiling smugly. By then, Damian and Alyssa had joined Randy in the doorway. "We've created a monster," Damian observed.

"Yeah, no shit," Randy grunted. "I thought you were with Mama?" he asked Hank.

"She's gone," Hank explained. "Damian and Alyssa were going at it and here she came..." He nodded at Brie. "It seemed like a good idea at the time."

"What?" Brie looked innocent.

"You can't just..." Randy threw up his hands.

Damian eyed her. "When do you turn thirteen?"

"Next month," Brie replied.

Damian pursed his lips. "I dunno if we're gonna make it."

Brie eyed him sidelong. "If I promise to be good until then..."

Damian threw up his hands, "No deals -- no bargains! Look, Honey, I know that everybody in the group has taken a stab at telling you why you can't go riding dicks at your age. We're going to have to come up with something -- and the whole group is gonna have to agree. Until then, I need a promise from you that you won't do anything OUTSIDE the group!"

"Can I keep getting what I'm getting now?" Brie asked.

Damian did a visual check of everyone else present. "Yes -- unless your mother objects."

"If she does..."

"We'll try to help," Hank promised.

"All right." Brie knew that boys her age weren't going to give her what she wanted, anyway. Oh, some of them might be able to cum, but she was spoiled already over cock size -- she didn't want to be sucking some little soda-straw-looking thing. Besides, she wanted someone who knew what he -- and she -- was doing... She shook off her unhappiness. "Let's go do breakfast -- Mama must have left something..." She eyed Hank's tray.

Damian glanced over at it. "Things went well?"

"Yeah." Hank colored.

"Cool." Damian turned to Alyssa, "Can you cook?"

Lon called Beth at about nine-thirty; she set a date for five. "In the meantime," she added, "check with Terence and Damian. Fred Carter is stirring up trouble again."

"Will do. Tell Toby to call me, will you?"

"Sure Sweetie. I'll see you and your girl at five. Bye!" Beth hung up.

Lon called Sally. "We're going over to Beth's at five. Wear a skirt."

"Yes, Lord," Sally intoned, adding, "Lord? Where were you?"

"Keeping a low profile," Lon replied. "On second thought, can you come out at three and bring a swimsuit?"

"Yes."

"Your mother isn't on the warpath, is she?"

"If anything, she's probably thinking you've dropped me, Lord."

Lon chuckled. "Can't have that! I'll be along at three, then. Two-thirty, actually. You be ready."

"I will." Sally dropped the title; her mother had rounded the corner. Lon hung up, so she did, too.

Eleanor eyed her daughter. "Who was that?"

"Lon."

"I figured he was gone."

"He just doesn't want to get under your skin, so he's been staying away," Sally replied.

Eleanor pursed her lips. "Talk to him about happy mediums."

"I will."

Eleanor moved on; she didn't really believe that Lon was going to do right by Sally -- but she knew that arguing with her daughter about it was a waste of time. When the crash came, she would get her chance to say 'I told you so...'

Lon HAD been busy; in between recent bouts of group activity, there was his research project, scouring the internet for tips and techniques related to his plan to do chastity piercings on Sally -- and there was swimming. Lon's team would start practices in a couple of weeks, and Lon was going to be ready for it; he was spending a couple of hours a day in the water. For the last day or so, he had been downloading different materials from the net -- materials that Sally could study in order to watch and critique him. Swim team was a big part of his life, at this point -- if she was going to be his woman, she needed to support him.

The piercing project would go forward this evening, one way or another. He wanted Beth present, both for her support and for her nursing skills -- but if she refused... The tools and materials were in and had been thoroughly studied; Lon had reduced a whole bag of apples to holed carcasses, practicing the piercings. He'd worked on bananas, too, thinking they might be closer in texture to his work area. At the very least, he had the basic mechanics down; he knew how deep and how to allow for the curvature of the rings he was going to use. He'd even poked himself a couple of times, experimentally, in an effort to see what it was going to be like for Sally. He was as ready as he was going to get.

When Toby called at eleven-thirty, he already had more information than Lon. "Fred hit up Terence to join the group! There are another couple of things we need to talk about, anyway -- can you meet me at Randy's?" Toby asked.

"Sure..." 'NOW what?' Lon wondered.

Terence had called Damian at about ten-thirty, preparatory to picking him (and Hank) up. Damian heard the short version and got on to Toby. Last, but not least, Toby called Coach and Rick -- and EVERYBODY showed up at Randy's around noon...

This wasn't a party occasion, so everyone present was fully dressed -- although Alyssa hovered in Damian's orbit. Both girls examined the males present, goggle-eyed in some cases; the silliness with hiding identities was something the males had little patience with, anyway. Martin took some embarrassment, as he was well known to Alyssa; Damian was VERY clear that Coach's name was NEVER to come up in ANY setting. Brie was worse; she insisted upon parking in his lap. "You're the oldest guy here, right?"

"Well, uh, yes, Pumpkin..." Martin gurgled.

"Call me Cheesecake -- everybody does," Brie replied. "If you are, then you get to play Daddy! Congratulations!"

Martin looked nonplussed; Toby explained, "She's pretty precocious."

Damian rolled his eyes. "You don't know the HALF of it! Watch yourself!"

"Amen! Listen to the man, Dad!" Hank added.

"Let's get started -- Jean's coming," Martin announced.

"Here?" Hank asked.

"No, our house." Martin turned to Toby. "Well?"

"It's Fred Carter -- Damian and Terence's father," Toby explained, grimacing. "He could be a problem."

"How?"

"Umm, a little history, first," Toby replied. "I don't know if the girls should hear this..."

"Mr. Carter?" Brie interjected brightly. "He showed me his dick."

Everybody froze. Toby eyed Brie; behind her innocent expression, her mind was dancing with glee at the reaction she got. Toby grimaced. "Never, EVER underestimate this one!" he grunted, waving at Brie. "She's a LOT smarter than she plays on TV!" Sighing, he added, "Tell us about it."

"Well, he just teased me some. I was staying there the day before Alyssa..." She glanced at her sister; everyone understood the reference. "Anyway, he came in wearing boxer shorts. I was... interested... and he picked it up, so he kept fooling with it, moving it around and getting it to peek through the openings..."

"So he didn't, ummm, take it out or anything... Toby asked.

"No. We... ran out of time. Mrs. Carter came out and caught him. She said he isn't nice to girls -- is that true?" Brie asked.

Damian and Terence eyed one another. "Pa has a lot of attitude," Terence muttered. "His world don't match the real one around here -- he thinks he's in the 'hood, or something. He thinks everybody is out to get him and the world owes him something because great-granddad or somebody was a slave. He treats other people like they kicked him or something and he owes them a left hook. Women..." He shrugged.

"Not terribly respectful?" Martin guessed. "Physically abusive?"

Terence scratched an ear and looked away. "Yeah. Not Mama, so much, but I heard a couple of things about a girlfriend... He talks about 'em bad, though, I guess, more than he does anything."

"Puts them in their place?" Martin prompted.

"Um, yeah. Calls 'em bitches and sluts -- that kind of thing." Terence nodded.

Alyssa flicked a glance at Damian, who replied dryly, "He calls EVERYBODY that, not just the ones that deserve it. Don't get ideas. Wanna see a movie?"

"No." Alyssa looked away.

"Standard tough guy stuff," Martin mused.

Toby nodded, then delivered an insight: "There's a reason for it."

"Oh?" Martin queried.

"He's in the closet."

Martin blinked, rocked. "You're sure?"

"Oh, yeah. We needed to get something on him to protect Louise and the guys..." Toby went on to explain the somewhat strange circumstances that led to Fred's being completely unmasked.

"So, he's gay?" Martin asked.

"Bi, I'm pretty sure," Toby replied. "But, well, I think he was in denial until that day -- and now he's wondering..."

Martin nodded. "Okay, are we up to date?" He got nods from several present. "Let's hear about it, then."

"Okay, well, I had to get up and go get him at two-thirty -- he'd gotten stone drunk at this bar..." Terence began. "I took him to the all-night diner to get some food into him, so he would be able to work today -- otherwise, he might get fired." Damian grunted and nodded; Terence continued. "All the time, he's bitching about how he isn't getting any, you know? And so he asks me if I still am -- because that came out a while back -- and I say yeah... And he asks if I'm still doin' white chicks, and I tell him that I'm doing black chicks, too. And he pisses and moans some more and wants to know where -- and I'm vague about it. So next, he asks me if I got a girlfriend, and I say no -- and suddenly he's on my ass, reminding me that I wasn't doin' well with chicks and saying my chicks probably got dicks!" Terence looked chagrined. "I got all huffy and asked him if that's the way he liked his and he lit up..." Terence stopped. "Funny, I didn't pay much attention at the time, but after that he said something about a cocksucker at least getting his dick wet." Terence scratched his head. "Anyway, I was quick to tell him that all I was doin' was genuine pussy -- and we were back to where it was coming from..." He looked around apologetically. "It was maybe three-thirty, you know? My head wasn't all there. I couldn't come up with a decent lie, so I slipped some of the truth -- I told him we had a club."

"Okay..." Martin waited.

"I told him a bunch of us were sharing some chicks. He asked if Mama was in on it, and I told him that there was a ladies club, too, for the mothers -- but all they did was sit around and yack. I told him they thought we was just doin' the kind of club kids do in a tree-house or something -- and that they had no fucking idea what we was REALLY doing..."

Toby shrugged. "Did he buy it?"

"Mostly. He wanted to know how many chicks there were, and I told him a half-dozen or so, but we were lookin' for more. Then he wants to know if he can get in."

"What did you tell him?" Martin asked.

"I told him he'd been blackballed -- and that most of the members were our age, anyway. So he asks me why he was blackballed, and I told him that I didn't know -- because I was a relative, they wouldn't tell me."

"Works..." Toby nodded.

"I got kinda stupid though, and told him I'd ask if we could take him in as a guest," Terence added. "I know it was dumb, but..."

"It got him off your back," Martin filled in.

"Yeah."

"Simple," Rick interjected. "Tell him we said no."

"Not so fast," Toby said, thoughtfully. "That might cause more problems."

"Yeah," Terence grunted. "He's been a fuckin' bear. If he gets horny enough, he might get nosy again, like that time he showed up at Toby's." Heads nodded; that had been a pretty scary episode.

"If we let him get something once, he'll want it again," Lon pointed out.

"Yeah, but we ARE short-handed," Toby replied. "It would give us a chance to test procedures for guests, too."

"Pa knows what those booths are for..." Damian grunted.

"Maybe he'll want to try one from the inside!" Lon laughed. That drew a silence, into which Lon apologized, "Sorry."

"Well, to be fair, if we needed that kind of resource..." Toby murmured.

"How would we make that work?" Rick wondered.

"Blackmail," Lon replied. "Maybe that's the hook. I call him up -- he knows my voice -- and I give him a rash, telling him I know somebody in the club and his secret is out, there. Either he'll walk away or..."

"Or he's looking," Martin finished.

"Yeah," Lon agreed. "Either way, we know what's up. He'll either tell Terence to forget about it and never bring it up again, or..."

"Where are we gonna come up with something for him?" Rick asked. "Are you gonna do it again?"

"We don't make any promises to give him anything in that area," Lon replied. "It'll just be that he'll know that we know. If he wants to play, he's gonna have to deal with it."

"Is there any chance he'll come out?" Martin asked.

"In public? No way," Damian replied. "His buds would crucify him. He'd be fucked."

"So your incentive for his good behavior is still good, then? Even if he loosens up some?"

"Yah." Damian nodded. "I don't see him going THAT far, even if he breaks down and goes looking for it."

"All right," Rick grunted. "If Lon jerks his chain and he's still in, where are we gonna find..."

"It isn't THAT hard!" Brie interrupted, then posed, dimpling.

Damian rolled his eyes. "It'd be in the booth, Cheesecake. Pa isn't ever gonna be a member, so he doesn't get to see you."

"Brie?" Rick gasped.

"You've been out of it, Man," Damian grunted, "Brie's a regular cum-dumpster."

"Hey!" Brie bristled.

"Sorry. What do you call it?"

Brie thought about it. "I guess that works. But I'll find something that sounds nicer."

Martin was gazing at the girl on his lap in some surprise. "You're kidding, right?"

"Why, no..." Brie eyed him in vague surprise. "I thought all this was settled?"

"Coach doesn't know, Cheesecake -- it's recent, remember," Damian reminded her. "It's like this, Coach -- Brie is our other problem. She likes her protein -- and she likes tongue rides."

"From boys!" Brie insisted. "Sorry, Sissy."

"She wants more, but we've promised to supply that much, at least, if she keeps her fun inside the group," Damian explained. "The other thing we got her to promise was not to try to lose her cherry until she was thirteen."

"You better bring somebody ready to do it to my birthday party!" Brie warned.

Damian eyed Martin in exasperation. "You can see what we're up against."

Brie grinned from ear to ear and wriggled on Martin's lap. "What did he call me? Precocious?"

Martin ran a hand through his brush cut, nodding at Damian and turning to Toby to remark, "You're right." Turning back to Damian, he asked, "What does her mother have to say?"

Damian sighed. "It might be a hard sell. Problem is, Adele is thinking like a mom and not seeing the real world, here. We'd have to put a twenty-four hour guard on Brie if we wanted to be sure she didn't screw up at this point -- and she'd probably end up fucking the guard..."

Martin eyed Brie, who dimpled. "You're probably right. Would it help if I spoke to her?"

"Maybe," Damian guessed.

"Good!" Brie whooped, adding, "I want to see everybody's thingie, so I can decide which one I want for my birthday!"

"Brie!" Randy barked.

"What?" Brie frowned. "You guys all act like I'm eight! I'm small, but it all works! I'm getting periods -- and I know a girl my age who has a baby!"

"That stuff happens at different rates for different girls," Martin said gently. "You might not be ready."

"Yeah," Randy pitched in, "Sissy had jugs at your age, for instance."

"I take after the girls on Daddy's side of the family," Brie announced with great dignity. "Do you think Aunt Marta isn't fucking? The size of my boobies isn't the only way to measure whether I'm ready or not!"

"Aunt Marta's an 'A' cup," Randy explained. "And she's thirty, at least -- and probably has three boyfriends at a time." He eyed Brie, suddenly thoughtful.

"See?" Brie insisted, believing herself thoroughly vindicated.

"Well, size counts, Hon -- when you're a virgin, especially," Martin admonished.

"Hey, what about you?" Brie asked Martin, wriggling suggestively on his lap. "You wouldn't hurt me..."

"I, uh..." Martin stammered.

"Cheesecake, Coach is a special case," Toby explained. "It's bad enough for the rest of us, but if anyone EVER smelled Coach on you, they would ruin him -- and videos of you begging him for twenty minutes first wouldn't help. Coach, being a teacher and all, is in what they call a position of trust -- they would hang him out to dry if they caught him doing much of anything. He's probably going to end up sticking to the older ladies."

"Awww, that's too bad!" Brie eyed Martin sadly, caressing his cheek. "Maybe we can find a place that's really dark..."

"I really appreciate the offer, but..." Martin shrugged.

"I'm SO sick of these stupid rules!" Brie ranted. She settled back against Martin and wrapped his arms carefully around her waist.

"Okay, so, I'm gonna call Fred and rag him, right? I'll talk to Toby about specifics," Lon picked things up. "Is Terence gonna run the other end?"

"I'd rather not," Terence grunted. "Can you pick up the ball, Little Bro? I keep stepping in it..."

"Yah," Damian grunted. "Got it."

"Okay, what about the next wave?" Lon asked. "Who, when, how?"

All eyes turned to Damian and Alyssa. "What do YOU think?" Damian asked Alyssa.

"Uh..." Alyssa thought about it. "Maddie and Tabitha have been without the longest..."

"Are they gonna be in any hurry?" Damian asked.

"Tabitha would probably come running, but Maddie is shy..." Alyssa mused. "Maybe not for a while yet."

Toby counted the days. "It'll be two weeks on Saturday."

Alyssa looked absolutely horrified. "That long? You were watching me for weeks?"

Toby shrugged. "We had to catch everyone."

"God!" Alyssa covered her face.

"Can you hang Saturday out there?" Lon asked. "I get the feeling that the sooner we get this locked down the better."

Alyssa looked haggard. "Do you care...?"

"Which pair?" Damian finished for her. "Not really. But I agree with Lon. The end of summer is coming, and for some of us on sports teams, it will come earlier than others. We need to have the new girls all broken in before school starts."

"That's a month!" Brie insisted.

"Coach has football camp in August -- so does Terence. So do I, if I make it," Damian replied. "Lon has swim practice coming up about the same time. We can maintain things if they're settled in, but breaking in new stuff might get hard."

"Hank and I will be tied up, too," Toby added, "if I can talk Coach into taking me on."

"Looks like Rick and me are stable boys," Randy grunted.

"Could be," Damian agreed.

"Great!" Rick rolled his eyes.

"You can use Teela for a sheepdog," Toby laughed.

"I might have to," Rick replied, looking thoughtful.

"Okay, then," Damian summarized. "Alyssa will try to put together something with Maddie Reyes and Tabitha Hart for Saturday." He turned to Alyssa. "The plan is the usual overnight -- but there will be a pool party first at 'a friend's place.' That'll be the clubhouse. Will they smell a rat if Rain Man drives?"

"No." Alyssa continued to look bothered.

Damian made a face. "Come here, Babe. What's up?"

"They're not gonna like getting beaten and stuff -- ESPECIALLY Maddie..."

"That's fine," Damian replied. "It isn't going to happen that way."

"WHAT?!"

"Beatings are for bad attitude, Babe. Oh, sure, we're gonna coerce them some, but if talk and a video showing will bring them in, that's all there will be," Damian assured her.

"But you..."

"Beat your ass?" Damian asked. "You betcha. You're stubborn and you HAD a bad attitude that needed curing -- at least I HOPE it's gone..." He eyed her sharply. "And you were being punished for this and that, and being taught that you aren't privileged in any way..."

"But you said..."

"What?"

"I figured they were gonna have to..."

"Fuck everybody?" Damian finished for her.

"Yeah."

"Oh, they will, Babe, don't you worry. But I don't expect them to be as spirited as you, so I don't expect we'll have to go so far to break them in."

"Oh." Alyssa looked troubled. "Was that a compliment, sorta?"

"Maybe..."

Lon rolled his eyes. "Moving right along -- I've got to pick up Sally in a while."

Rick nodded. "Teela is with her, I think. At least, that was the plan."

"Okay." Lon looked somewhat surprised. "We're going up to see Beth about five."

"Randy needs pussy," Damian announced. "He's seen a bunch and only got off once. What do you think is available?"

"Ma's sleeping," Toby replied. "Louise, too, I bet. She might want a taste after five..."

"Mama is home, as usual," Lon reported. "I'll be swimming with Sally until we go to Toby's."

"Mom's working at Coach's -- or so I hear," Rick added.

"Pay attention, Coach -- this is your work list, too!" Damian chuckled. "If you're handling chunks of the older generation, you got five to choose from right now -- Mama, Candace, Beth, Jean, and Adele!"

"Who's doing without?" Martin asked.

"Ma, I think," Toby replied. "She'd love to have about three of you."

"Yeah?" Martin blinked.

"Yeah. She's the original gang-bang girl, I think," Toby replied. Terence and Damian both nodded.

"Let's keep it simple," Martin suggested. "Hank is going home with me -- I'm assuming that he's had his fill for the day. If I get the urge later," (everyone translated this as, 'If Jean is stubborn,') "I'll call around or something."

"I'm goin' home with Big Bro," Damian announced. "But I'm takin' Alyssa. Go get something to wear in case it's overnight," he directed. Alyssa hopped up and headed out. "Rain Man, Mama wants another crack at you, but she might not get up before Pa gets home."

Lon thought about it. "There's Brie in the equation, too. If we're gonna empty the place... Randy, come with us -- Brie is used to hanging out with Sally, anyway. She can meet Teela. You guys can do the pool, and if Mama wants some, you can get it there -- or you can come with us to Toby's and get it from Beth. How's that?"

"Cool. Get your suit, Cheesecake. I'll get mine."

People got organized and headed for the doors; Randy, Lon, and Brie were the last out, since Randy had to write a note for his mother.