Chapter 8

"Gawd, that's nasty!" Candace exploded, watching the events on screen.

"You've been pretty mean to Beth on occasion, and Damian has probably done worse to you," Lon replied mildly. "Fred is playing the game according to the rules."

"It's STILL horrible! Does she deserve that?"

"Maybe not -- but she'll be more careful in the future, won't she?" Lon's expression was feral.

Candace eyed her son. He might be a young god, but he wasn't a benevolent one. Problem was she had a failing for the type...

Fred, having had his urge to get even with 'Mary' by inflicting pain on her sated for the moment, was horny. The lock thing wasn't going to allow him any pussy, but there were two other holes to choose from... He circled around in front of Sally, collected a handful of her hair, and said, "Open up, Bitch -- I'm gonna fuck your face!"

Sally had exactly zero choices -- and she knew it. She opened her mouth and Fred jammed his cock in it -- and kept going (of course) until she gagged on it. "Don't puke on me, Bitch!" he warned. "I'll slap the shit out of you!"

Of course, the warning meant nothing; Sally would control herself or she wouldn't -- and whether it happened had a lot more to do with how Fred was feeding her cock than Sally's will to keep her gorge down. "Please!" she whimpered.

"Please what?" Fred growled.

"I can... do it... if you're not so rough..."

"Mebbe I wanna BE rough!" Fred retorted and jammed his cock in deep. Sally choked and gagged and just missed vomiting. Fred did this several more times -- always waiting just long enough to allow her to get some semblance of control before pressing her again. In no time, Sally's throat hurt and her stomach hurt from clamping and clenching, adding to her agony. Why had Lon done this to her? Wasn't it excessive? Would she even survive?

Eventually -- actually, it was in fairly short order, but it seemed like forever to Sally -- Fred realized that having her retch around his cock wasn't a feature of a premium blowjob. "Awright, so, show me what a wonderful cocksucker you are, Bitch!" he directed, backing off. "I'm warnin' you -- you gotta take the whole mother fucker!"

"Urrgh!" Sally grunted around his shaft. She started lavishing it with lip and tongue service, taking advantage of the amazing amount of spit all of her gagging and retching had produced to provide a liquid embrace for his shaft. Fred backed and filled three times without challenging her, then grunted, "Awright, now take it!" and pressed forward slowly.

Sally cranked her head back to get it level and open her throat -- and it worked; Fred's cock popped through the opening. "Yeah, that's better," he grunted, running it in and out, working his glans through the restriction. After three passes, he backed out so she could breathe. "Awright, make it happy." He started driving into her mouth in a rhythm that took him deep every other stroke.

Deep wasn't necessarily in her throat -- but it was, regularly, every sixth stroke or so. Initially, it wasn't easy to accommodate him, but as time went on, she got used to it. Her throat relaxed some and her stomach loosened and she started managing to take him deep one stroke in four after a couple of minutes.

That proved adequate; Fred felt his balls beginning to boil and announced, "I'm gonna shoot down your throat, Bitch! Make sure I enjoy it!" Then he buried himself in her throat and started spewing seed down her gullet.

Sally took it -- she had no choice -- and even managed to swallow around his buried cock. Fred took his time, hanging out in the depths of her throat until she started suffering over the lack of air before withdrawing his cock from her mouth. "You need to learn to breathe through your nose, Bitch!" he taunted. "Clean me up!"

Upstairs, Lon watched avidly, masturbating openly before his mother, who was splitting her attention between the action on screen and watching her son handle his erection while two fingers plied her vaginal opening and she squeezed a breast under her blouse with her other hand. Keeping herself covered was a compromise; as long as she wasn't naked, she could avoid kneeling up on the floor and begging Lon to sink his cock into her -- but it wasn't easy. If he started paying serious attention to her, she would lose the fight...

Lon seemed to know this instinctively; he avoided looking at her, even when they discussed the events unfolding downstairs...

It was no accident; Lon could smell his mother's arousal, and knew it wasn't all the video feed. He was no fool; the whole idea of the group in the first place was to keep the pair of them apart. Mama had tipped her hand more than once -- and while Lon didn't really think that sinking his dick in his mother would hurt her physically, the effects on their relationship were unlikely to be good. No, Mama would want to own him -- to take him for a mate and a lover -- and that just wasn't going to fly, ESPECIALLY now that Sally had entered the picture! At this point, he was playing a game that could be dangerous, but might help; he was trying to desensitize his mother by bringing them together under challenging conditions WITHOUT taking things all the way...

"He's vicious," Candace commented, knowing that she was getting off on the violence anyway.

"He's angry. He thinks she owes him. Maybe she does, but she's taking the heat for a lot of other people, including me and Louise," Lon replied. "Tonight wasn't any help, for DAMNED sure!"

"Why are you doing those things to him, anyway?" Candace asked.

"Louise wants him broken," Lon replied. "Toby says it's because his paranoia about getting caught doing gay shit caused him to act like a jackass and ruined their marriage. That's all beyond me, I guess." He sighed, then admitted, "Me, I just enjoy the work..."

Candace absorbed this silently.

His lust temporarily sated, it was time for Fred to torment Sally some more. He started simply, by returning to her pussy and pulling the clothespin off her clitoral hood -- taking his time, and without releasing it. The removal was painful enough, but the returning circulation was excruciating! Sally hurt so badly that she could barely breathe, let alone make much in the way of noise -- but Fred could tell that he'd been effective from the teakettle whistle she let out through her clenched teeth. "Told you that shit was gonna hurt," Fred grunted in satisfaction.

Next it was on to her breasts -- but he didn't remove the clamps or the weights right away. Instead, he slapped the sides of Sally's breasts -- which, aside from the direct pain, added to the agony caused by the clamps and the weights. Fred spent a while enjoying the gasps and moans and whines as Sally strove to deal with his abuse before finally slowly removing the weights -- after tugging on them a bit and swinging them around.

The clamps themselves he tried to slap away from her nipples with his hands -- which would have worked with clothespins, but didn't with clover clamps because they tightened when pulled. When that didn't work, he tried tugging them off directly -- and managed to remove one to the accompaniment of a loud scream from Sally, who ended up certain that her entire nipple had been pulled off! Additional tugs brought more agonized yells, but the clamp was on tight or it would not have supported the weights; eventually, he had to release it. Through it all, Sally cried loudly, whimpering and wailing under specific attacks.

"Damn, you're fuckin' noisy!" Fred declared, circling to once more reach her head. "Suck!" he directed, again presenting his cock, "Maybe that'll quiet you down..." Molesting her had made him hard again, but he wasn't going to finish in her mouth THIS time -- or was he? Hmmmm...

He was definitely doing her ass, he decided -- and that meant lube. He'd done that fat Oriental chick without, and it had damn near torn all the skin off his dick, so he wasn't interested in repeating that particular mistake. He would go lightly with the stuff, and he would ride her big ass hard -- but there was no sense in not enjoying it... Maybe the feel of his own ass (which he was still occasionally checking to make certain it wasn't hanging wide open) contributed to his caution; certainly, he didn't decide on the kind of sadistic pain-inflicting operation his attack on Sally's throat had been.

Instead, he left momentarily to collect the lube bottle in Booth One; when he returned, Sally had largely settled down. "Your old man left me two holes to play in, Sweet Thang, and I'm gonna use 'em both!" he announced, swatting her on the ass. He wet a finger with lube and penetrated her ass. "You get much dick in there, Sweet Thang?"

"N--no..." Sally whimpered.

"Well, then, this is gonna be a treat, ain't it?" Fred replied as he sank his index finger to the palm in her still lightly greased anus.

"Uuuh!" Sally grunted. She'd endured worse invasions -- recently -- but that didn't make it that good...

Fred sawed a finger in and out of her, lubing it as necessary, then shifted to two. He thought of using the dildo, but it wasn't all that clean -- and the fact that it was his shit on it bothered him, somehow. Early on, he anticipated needing a suck to get hard, but playing with Sally's ass did it for him all by itself. He jacked himself with lube-sticky fingers and poised his cock at her bung. "Party time!" With that, he pressed forward...

The thing felt like a baseball bat going in -- but it DID go in! Sally grunted and strained and tried HARD to release her clutching bung, but it wasn't that cooperative; ultimately, lubrication and pressure won the day. Fred rocked in and out, adding a drop or two here and there until he had things going -- he didn't want to bathe her ass in lube for fear it would loosen up and be no fun! Pretty soon he was in there and it was only a little different than fucking pussy; he plowed away in it, backing off to get the maximum effect from her clutching anus on every out-stroke.

Sally bore it. Once he was settled in, it wasn't great, but it wasn't godawful, either. There were pleasant pieces and unpleasant pieces -- the slap of his balls against her lock and the sensations of his cock moving inside her versus the friction generated -- and each seemed to balance the other, leaving her just enduring his attentions without serious excitement one way or the other.

It went on for several minutes; after a while, Fred started swatting her on the ass occasionally. Sally wasn't sure why, but it caused her to tense up, so she decided (correctly) that that was the object of the exercise, and began working to tense up her ass rhythmically on her own -- which not only increased Fred's pleasure, but ultimately brought her some, too, since she tended to tense her pussy at the same time. Still, it wasn't going to give her an orgasm...

... But it DID give one to Fred! "YAAAAH! Here it comes, Sweet Thang! A big blast of nigger cum! I know you want that shit in your guts! AAAAAHHHH!!!" Fred let go deep inside her, squirting his load into her abused colon and standing there, afterward, swatting her ass periodically until his cock stopped pulsing and went down. "That's it, I guess," he grunted, backing off. "Tell your old man I had a good time in your ass!" He swatted her again and, collecting his clothing, headed for the shower.

Lon got on the horn to Randy, telling him it was time to recover Fred; grumbling, Randy got himself and Terence moving. Candace used the distraction while Lon got things organized to gather the nerve to leave his presence -- but that didn't help her underlying issue. For THAT, she made a phone call...

Choosing which of her favorite lovers to go see was difficult -- but Damian was a little too close to his father and Lon had shown her enough vicarious violence that she didn't want to participate in the real thing, so... "Hank? It's Candace. Honey, can I come over for a while? Mama needs some lovin'..."

Lon picked this up peripherally, and considered that it was just as well; as soon as Fred was out of there, he had an interview with Sally to conduct... Lon watched his mother collect an overnight bag full of her maintenance items and go climb in her car in record time, avoiding any direct contact while telling him goodnight; clearly, she was exercising restraint, and that's the way he wanted it. He headed downstairs and confronted Sally, who burst into tears on seeing him. He stilled her with a finger to his lips, then undid her bonds and pointed upstairs.

Sally managed to limit things to a few muffled sobs until they got upstairs, then turned to him, bleating, "Master..."

"Didn't you learn ANYTHING?" Lon roared.

Sally shut up instantly. Lon pointed at the floor, and Sally's knees hit it an instant later. "I shouldn't have to walk around with a whip in my hand all the time to keep you in line!" Lon ranted. "You KNOW the rules, and you KNOW you've been slacking off!"

Sally WANTED to say, "Yes, but..." -- but she knew better than to open her mouth.

"Yeah, I know," Lon continued, "If I don't hold your feet to the fire, it's partially my fault -- but guess what? YOU pay for it, anyway! That's the way it is! Don't waste your time thinking 'He should have corrected me!' -- YOU should have corrected you, and if I get tired of endlessly repeating myself..." He let it hang. "Now, go to my room -- ON YOUR KNEES -- and lay out flat on the bed on your back. I'm going to examine you and see if he did anything I'm going to have to punish HIM for!"

Sally was already moving on her hands and knees.

Ten minutes later, Lon popped her on the ass. "You've been sullied. Go downstairs and collect the enema gear and give yourself an enema, then come back to me. And there is mouthwash in the bathroom -- he stuck his nasty dick in THERE, too!" Sally took off like a scared rabbit.

In the meantime, Randy and Terence had picked up a quiet but calm Fred Carter and carried him home. Lon did better than he knew; working Sally over nullified the negative aspects of the incident before in Booth One and allowed Fred to deal with it a lot less fearfully. He devoted a lot of thought to the episode and -- at least temporarily -- made some admissions to himself regarding 'the other thing.' And the big rubber dildo was in the bottom of his toolbox...

Tabitha helped Toby distract Rico from watching where he was driving by the simple expedient of removing her blouse and bra and digging in his lap for his jean zipper. Thirty seconds later, she was sucking away while Rico mauled her relatively small, splayed tits. A bird in the hand WAS worth two in the bush, Rico reflected; Tabitha was CERTAINLY no beauty queen, but holding little titties beat holding no titties, and having your dick sucked beat walking around with a hard-on... When Toby distracted him by asking him where his apartment was, it irritated him -- but the distraction kept Tab from sucking him dry in the car...

When they got to Rico's, Tabitha didn't even put her bra back on; when they went by the security guy in the lobby, she grinned at him and shook her shoulders from side to side while swaying her chunky ass from side to side on the way to the elevator. Rico grinned, knowing THAT was gonna come up in conversation at some point...

They didn't fool around once inside Rico's apartment; in three minutes, they were all naked and Tabitha was bent over the couch arm, taking Rico's cock from behind while she sucked Toby, who lounged on the couch with his hand in her short kinky hair.

Dicks were wonderful stuff, Tabitha reflected. She couldn't seem to get enough. On the other hand, guys, well, guys had two problems. Eventually, they ran out of dick, and they still had to look at her. When both happened, it tended to end any fun she was having -- it seemed like after they were done fucking, they realized where they were and who they were with and that was the end of it. Since that's how it was, holding a guy was going to be impossible -- unless he was blind, maybe -- and besides, she needed more than one dick, anyway! Maybe Momma was right -- maybe she should hook... Nah, that was too impersonal. Momma knew all of her boyfriends and they came back regularly to turn her up and stick it to her. Maybe that was the plan -- keep the list to a few guys who would come back... All that heavy thinking came to an end as Rico pushed her over the crest of her first orgasm and got put aside until he flooded her pussy, sometime after Orgasm Number Three...

Toby deliberately held himself off, allowing Tabitha to suck his cock like a popsicle and enjoy herself, but not allowing himself to cum. He knew that she would enjoy it more if he fucked her; he lounged back and let her work on him and communed with her as she fucked and sucked, getting his pleasure more from her than from his own senses. Tabitha was... simple -- dangerously simple, in fact. Now that it was awakened, she was a pussy with a life-support system attached, which wasn't an easy combination to keep out of trouble. In many ways, her basic drives were very male -- she wanted sex all the time and would do stupid things to get it if no one kept an eye on her. Her looks limited her further, and would make her desperate -- again, with potentially disastrous results. Something would have to be done...

Rico backed off; it was time to get up and do his part. Toby circled around and replaced Rico at the open portal of Tabitha's plump pussy, eliciting a groan of satisfaction as he slid in deep. This time, he doubled up, letting himself feel the direct results of his efforts as well as Tabitha's take, attenuated so that he didn't overload himself and ruin it for both of them. Hands on her chunky hips, he pounded into her -- nothing fancy, just straight fucking with a sense of urgency attached -- while she gasped and grunted and moaned and made periodic exclamations about how good it was. "Oh, Baby! Fuck! What a dick! Yeah!"

Rico got a beer and came back to watch the narrow dark-haired kid in the eyeglasses hammer porky little Tabitha's twat. Fucker had a serious dick on him, for a little guy -- and his eyes said he was forty, not eighteen or so. Rico watched Tabitha get an orgasm, reflecting that black chicks went sort of purple when they flushed -- and watching a chick's eyes roll up was pretty kinky. 'Maybe I can work up another load,' he ruminated, and took Toby's old seat on the couch in reach of Tabitha's hands and mouth. Tabitha took immediate advantage of the fact, and even though Rico couldn't be sure that he had another load in him, her mouth sure felt good!

Six or seven minutes in, the urge overcame Toby and he let go in Tabitha, timing it right around one of her orgasms. Instead of backing off, though, he just kept going, pumping a white froth of his semen out of her squishy cunt. For a few moments, things were too well lubricated -- but that was okay, since he was a little over-sensitive, anyway; by the time he'd settled down, his cock had displaced enough semen to get some effect out of his efforts again. Tabitha moaned and shuddered and grunted and gasped and sucked Rico's erection like a vacuum cleaner; it was going to swell just from the suction pulling blood into it, if nothing else, Toby figured. At that point, the long fuck started; having dropped a load, Toby had no urgency in him at all, but a lot of jackrabbit energy, that he proceeded to vent on Tabitha.

...And Tabitha LOVED it! Toby kept going and going -- and Tabitha kept coming and coming -- and Rico's dick got harder and harder under Tabitha's oral ministrations...

The whole sequence must have gone on for twenty minutes before Toby could no longer deny the approach of his second orgasm. His oversensitive cock surged and poured into Tabitha, and that -- and perhaps their mental connection -- triggered a big orgasm in her -- and the intensity of her mindless suction as she peaked brought Rico off again in her mouth in a simultaneous explosion that rocked all three of them!

"Omigawd!" Tabitha shrieked when she'd managed to clear her throat of Rico's discharge, "That was fuckin' AWESOME!"

"It sure as shit was!" Rico agreed, rubbing Tabitha's head, feeling her tight, nappy hair.

Toby merely smiled -- he'd had a workout, and talk was beyond him.

After a couple of minutes, Rico got around to asking, "So, is your momma gonna be mad if you come home without any money?"

"Probably, but this is different," Tabitha replied. "This is a group thing -- besides, I could have ducked out..."

"True," Toby agreed.

Tabitha shrugged. "Well I didn't want to -- and I'm glad I didn't!"

Rico nodded. "Me, too. Pretty soon, though, you won't owe me anything. Maybe when that happens you can give me your number or whatever..."

"Yeah, that'd be cool," Tabitha agreed. It seemed like only older guys wanted to fuck her more than a couple of times -- but Rico wasn't THAT old, and if he would give her something for Momma, so much the better.

"Who knows?" Rico added. "Maybe I can chase you down some customers..."

"Be VERY careful!" Toby interjected. "They have to use rubbers if they can't show a clean bill of health! Tab has unprotected sex within the group, and if she catches something, all Hell will break loose!"

"I know!" Tabitha asserted. "We've been over it all before!"

"Well, DON'T forget!" Toby insisted.

"I won't."

"We should go," Toby added, reaching for his clothes.

That chopped things off. Tabitha gave Rico her number; Toby tucked her in his car and took her home.

Hank relaxed against the headboard of his bed, grinning. 'Mama' Candace had been absolutely frantic and had ridden him until he'd blown two nuts in her; currently, she was snoring gently with her head on his lap. If you HAD to do old chicks, doing one that looked like Candace and wanted you to call her 'Mama' was a real fantasy trip. Hank had to wonder if Lon knew how serious it all was; obviously, Candace wanted to fuck her son in the worst way...

She seemed happy where she was, so Hank allowed himself to drift off.

Sally had her head in Lon's lap and was gently sucking him; she would do it until he told her to stop or she fell asleep -- unless he woke her up, in which case, she would go at it again. If it turned out that he wanted something else, she would do THAT, too -- WHATEVER it was! If she thought she was going to get any sympathy from her master for her ordeal at the hands of Mr. Carter, she got a shock; Lon berated her for pushing him to punish her so terribly, then had her bend over the bed and personally reddened her ass with his hand -- this AFTER the enema and the other things he had her do to purge herself of Mr. Carter's semen. Then -- thank God! -- he'd fucked her -- and she'd made DAMNED sure he enjoyed every second of it!

Lon buried a fist in her hair and lifted her head. "So, Slut, have you learned anything?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Good. I'm going to make you work the booths a couple of times, though -- you need experience. Make sure you practice your deep-throat when you do. I may have you give up some ass, too, while I'm at it -- your ass should be educated and handle a cock properly -- make it easy to get in, and make it pleasurable once it's there. Check the web -- see if there are any exercises or anything."

"Yes, Master." This was bad -- if he was going to share her widely, she'd REALLY fucked up! And saying anything about it was a no-no... Somehow, she was going to have to fix this...

It didn't take Toby's talent to read her open face; Lon was satisfied. He allowed her to return her attention to his cock.

Friday morning came, and it was time to do it all over again, it seemed. Martin and Hank got off to football camp early, leaving Candace in Hank's bed -- for Jean to find when she came in at nine to clean! "Candace!"

"Oh, hi..." Candace, embarrassed, hauled a sheet up over her breasts.

"What are you doing here?" Jean asked, a bit more fiercely than she really should have.

"I was... with Hank," Candace admitted. "Lon was messing with Sally and things just got too intense..."

"And Martin?" Jean demanded.

"We don't get along," Candace replied. "Hank and I mesh, on one level. He's very athletic..."

"Oh."

Recovering somewhat, Candace arched an eyebrow. "What do you care? Don't answer that -- you'll just lie. The whole world knows that you're developing a thing for Martin -- why can't you admit it?"

Jean sighed. "It complicates things." Unconsciously, she laid a hand on her lower belly.

"It sure does!" Candace agreed. "You need to make a decision or two, Honey."

"I can't commit to Martin -- not yet."

"You need to UN-commit to Toby -- yesterday!" Candace insisted. "THAT should be clear!"

"I know," Jean sighed, "but it isn't that simple." Again she put her hand on her belly.

"Honey, Martin might let you keep it, if you want it," Candace insisted. "But if you keep farting around, neither of them is going to have any options -- and YOU won't, either! Don't tell me that you haven't learned ALREADY that Toby isn't the answer to your prayers..."

"I TOLD you, I can't commit to Martin yet! And he hasn't committed to me, either! There's a lot of water under the bridge with him -- the ghost of his dead wife..."

"Honey, Martin is busy proving he's no fool -- but he CAN be led, and you CAN do it, if you want to! Talk to him about cutting Toby loose -- see if he can handle you with a love child, if you want to keep the baby. If he can't..."

"Then I'm down to aborting," Jean finished. "Or passing Martin up."

"Exactly." Candace threw the sheet off. "Do you think the boys left any coffee?"

'Everything is always so cut-and-dried with Candace,' Jean mused, turning away. 'What if Martin says no, but I can't do it?'

A bit after ten, Martin pulled Toby and Hank over and told them, "I'm going to let the boys go for the weekend before they kill themselves. We don't need to go like this seven days a week."

Hank nodded, "I agree, Dad. Things are fine. Let everyone rest up a bit and enjoy some more of their summer."

Martin sighed. "I'm going to have to make some cuts -- and it isn't going to be easy, given the all-out effort we've been getting."

Hank shrugged. "You always have to cut somebody. They'll understand."

Martin nodded. "I'll give them the good news after lunch."

At ten-thirty, Clint collected a sports drink from Toby, then hung around. When things were quiet, he said, "Terence says you can keep stuff, uh, confidential."

Toby eyed him. "Would I be doing what I'm doing if I couldn't?"

Clint shrugged. "Maybe not." He rubbed his face, then muttered, "Can I ask you a question about that setup?"

"Setup?"

"The booths," Clint amplified.

"Oh. Sure."

"Do you ever, ummm, put guys inside?" Clint looked away.

Toby pursed his lips. How should he play this? "Maybe. Why?"

"I'm curious. Don't take it to mean anything."

'Yeah, right,' Toby thought -- but Clint DID have to cover himself. "That's your business. I don't judge." He paused a moment, eyeing him, pretending to consider. "It's happened -- usually under special circumstances. We've got plenty of girls."

"Can you tell the difference?" Clint asked.

Toby shrugged. "The booths are made to be anonymous. Unless the person giving head says or does something obvious, the guy on the outside isn't going to know."

"Do you think you could tell by -- I dunno -- how it feels?" Clint pressed.

'Where IS he headed with this?' Toby wondered. He ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I don't have much experience rating such things, but I figure everybody is probably different. If you wanted to say something about the average, well, guys HAVE a dick, so they know what it feels like..."

"Yeah." Clint nodded to himself. "Thanks, Man." He headed off

Adele Hayes dithered until noon, then called her son. "Randy, do you know how to get a hold of that Frank guy? I forget his last name..."

Randy blinked. "Ummm, Teela's dad?"

"He was here last Friday..."

"Yeah, that's him -- why?"

"We have a date, sort of," Adele related, embarrassed. "I want to know if it's still on..."

"Oh." Randy was frankly amazed that Mama was being that brazen. "I'll get the number. Give me a little while..."

"Okay."

"Hey, Toby, can you get a hold of Rick? Better yet, can you get to his girlfriend?"

Toby paused, scratching his head. "Why?"

"Mama has a date with her daddy. Or she thinks so, anyway," Randy explained.

"Oh." Toby breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll make some calls. Do you just want his number or do you want me to find out what he thinks?"

"Ummm, find out what he thinks. Then I can always tell Mama I couldn't get in touch with him," Randy proposed.

"No sweat."

"Yo." Rick answered the phone from a perch on Teela's couch. They were watching TV, sort of -- at least, that was the excuse...

"Hey, Man, I've got a kind of an odd request," Toby related. "Teela's dad apparently told Randy's momma that they might be seeing each other tonight. Adele is apparently wondering if he was serious."

"Which way is it going with her, do you think?" Rick asked, sitting up.

"I think she wants it."

"Hang on, Teela's right here," Rick said, then muted the phone. "Hey, Babe, Randy's mom wants to know if Pop is gonna do her again tonight."

Teela's eyes popped, then she snorted and giggled. "Seriously?"

"I think so -- Toby seems to think so."

"Wow! Tell Toby we'll call him back..."

"Pendergast."

"Poppa?"

"Hey, Punkin. What's up?" Frank replied.

"Remember Ms. Hayes? From last weekend?"

"Yeah..." Frank's voice went guarded.

"Did you tell her you guys were gonna see each other again?" Teela probed.

"Yeah, somethin'. She was gonna come up to the house. I'm not holdin' my breath." Frank couldn't imagine her walking up to the door of his place; what for? He couldn't be THAT good...

"Did you give her the address? What time did you tell her? Does she have your number?" Teela pressed.

"What is this? Some kind of third degree?" Frank chuckled. "You jealous or somethin'?"

"I need to get out of the house, apparently, Poppa," Teela related. "She wants to know if you really want to see her or not."

"Teela, if you're jerkin' me around..." Frank warned.

Teela giggled. "Jeez, Poppa -- there's a whole phone tree working on this! If you tell a woman you're gonna call her, maybe you ought to!"

"I didn't think..."

"THAT'S for sure!" Teela drove in the knife.

"Yeah, yeah, so, she wants to come over?"

"That's what I'm hearing. You had a good time, right?" Teela asked.

"Yeah, I did. She's not gonna replace your momma, but for what we did..." Frank let it trail off.

"I'm sure that's all she wants, Poppa," Teela assured him.

"Well, give her my number then," Frank grunted, "Or, better, get hers -- I'll call her."