Chapter 57

Javier -- my grandson, and in all likelihood, soon to be my sponsor -- came through the door of his room. The Decurion was gone, but I knew better than to be stupid; besides, the erection that led young Javier into the room was tempting, once I got past the dictates of the morality I was brought up on. I felt some residual guilt, but I was being forced -- both by the situation and by the people around me -- so it wasn't my fault... Yes, I was rationalizing. It was working, wasn't it?

Perhaps I should explain a few things. That Javier is a relative and being with him is incest -- that has all been dealt with. I tried to object... and failed.

But there was another side to all this. I love the boy -- I always have! He's handsome -- beautiful, really -- and well-mannered and pleasant and young... Haven't you ever looked at a young person in the full flower of their youth and beauty and found lust in your heart? Even though he was forbidden to me, as he grew into manhood I could not deny the fact that he held a powerful attraction. The FIRST thing that came to mind when I would look at him, working and sweating, shirtless, his muscles sliding under his youthful, smooth skin, was the fact that I was three times his age and thus had nothing to offer -- and NOT that sleeping with him would be incest! 'Grandma is a lecherous old woman' was not a thought process I really wanted to foster...

Since my divorce from Hector, men haven't been impressive. Men my age are set in their ways -- bad ones, mostly. The places that you meet them are ALREADY a method of guaranteeing that you're looking at the subset of males who will be bad mates -- bars and clubs tend not to attract anyone stellar. Javier... Javier was the male that I had the closest relationship with in the entire world -- and he'd already come through the door to my heart, long since! Would it be a surprise to discover that his face, his body floated before my mind's eye late at night while I tried to replace the attentions of a man with my fingers or a toy? There was another opponent there with everyone else when I blustered about incest -- and it was me! I was fighting myself, too!

Last, but by no means least, was the craving. Since Hector, men have been few and far between. In recent years, I have more or less put the whole thing away -- something we women do -- or pretend to do -- that aggravates men, because they cannot. My experience with the Decurion the night before did not bring back fond memories -- but when my lips enveloped Javier's beautiful cock, the key turned in the lock and I was fully a woman again. By the time I swallowed his seed, I wanted more...

I sat on the edge of the bed with my knees together and my hands in my lap. "I'm sorry I'm an old woman," I began.

"You won't be," Javier replied. "You'll be eighteen again."

"But for now I'm not," I replied, "so my tetas sag and my cosita looks worn and used -- and, yes, my culo does, too."

Javier shrugged. "You are experienced, Gr -- Estrella. That is a good thing. I am not concerned."

"Very well," I replied. "Do you wish to learn how to seduce a woman, or merely to pleasure one who is already tamed and cooperating?"

Javier cocked his head. "Which do you think is better?"

"For tonight? The latter, I think. Seduction is much easier when you don't have to deal with old wrinkled things. Shall we begin?" I cupped my breasts. "I don't have your mother's tetas, but then they come in a variety of shapes and sizes."

"And they are all wondrous," Javier replied, moving forward to take one of mine and handle it, examining it with glowing eyes.

"Talk like that will help you when it is time to learn about seduction," I purred. His fingers found my nipple, so I started there, croaking, "Nipples. They aren't the place to start during a seduction, but once a woman is aroused -- or even inclined to allow you to continue -- they are a powerful erogenous zone. On some women they stand up all the time, but on most, they only stiffen with arousal or a chill. Mine are old and gristly and baby-chewed -- and they like to be chewed and squeezed and pulled and twisted -- but a young girls may be tender..." He was experimenting, so I offered advice, as it could only add to my pleasure, "Go ahead and bear down some... Yes, like that..." The resulting manipulations made me wet in the depths of my womanhood. "Every man seems to consider a woman's breasts to be his favorite toy; fortunately, we benefit from the attention..." I stopped to draw in a breath, feeling that weakness and lassitude that signals surrender. "Chew the other one a little, my love..." Javier sucked it in and applied his teeth, oh, so carefully... "More..." I croaked, as the fires began to build. "Yesss..." My hand found his erection and gripped the shaft gently as I slid my fingers up and down it; Javier groaned into my chest.

"Not yet," he gasped. "Show me..."

I released him and pressed on his shoulders so that he stepped back, and then scooted back just a tiny bit on the bed, pulled my feet up and spread them. I've always been limber; this was positively lewd! "Here it is," I husked, pulling open my outer lips and then the inner ones. "Under this fold here, this hood, is my clitoris. It is a bundle of nerves and the key to bringing a woman to her peak. Some women can orgasm from your efforts in her vagina alone, but most need to be stimulated here, too. Touching a woman here is certain to get her attention. Feel for it -- gently -- it is very sensitive. Some women cannot bear to have it touched directly, so you can attack it through the hood, but you should know what you're looking for -- that bump of flesh, there..." His finger found it, electrifying me; I gasped and stiffened and he snatched his hand away. "No, it's fine -- I TOLD you it is sensitive! It was pleasure you granted me, not pain..." I invited him back. He rubbed along the outside of the hood and I closed my eyes and drew a breath as the pleasure and arousal beckoned. "It erects, like a penis, only smaller -- and it varies in size from woman to woman, so it can be hard to find in some -- but it is there, under the hood, between the inner lips..." I rocked a little bit, back and forth, enjoying it perhaps more than I should have. Reaching down, I made a 'V' with my fingers and pointed out my outer lips, "The outer lips are generally closed, leaving just a crack; when they get pink and puffy and swell and open, it is a sign of arousal, of preparation for your penis. The inner lips can be almost nonexistent, or they can be long and rubbery -- they are thin and mostly made up of skin. Mine are... somewhere between..." Javier continued to stimulate my clitoris, which was a distraction. I paused and panted a bit, gasping, "You are too good at that!" -- and then gathered myself. "Use your finger -- find the opening... It is low down..." Javier did so. "Go ahead -- penetrate me!"

"This is it..." Javier wormed his finger inside me. "And this feels good?"

"Oh, yes!" I tried not to pant. "Turn your palm up and go deep. Feel the upper surface. Feel that rough area? That is the 'G' spot. It is a center of sensation in my vagina. If you..." But he was already rubbing it! "Yesss..." My belly buzzed as if it were being exposed to a low-voltage electrical current.

"So this is how it's done..." Javier mused.

"Yes," I gasped. "The only other thing... Just as a mouth feels wonderful on your penis, if you attack my clitoris with your lips and tongue and drive your tongue into my vagina, it is extremely pleasant and likely to cause an orgasm."

"Yesss..." Javier went to one knee and pulled away the hand manipulating my clitoris and replaced it with his lips...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!" I was transported! He stopped and I flopped back, unable to maintain my froglike position, but I reached for his head and pulled his face back into my womanhood shamelessly. "More!"

For a short but incredible time I was without the will to stop; I rubbed my womanhood all over Javier's face as his tongue and lips brought me more and more intense pleasure. My secretions flowed freely, wetting his face and my entire crotch. His tongue and lips on my clitoris wound me tighter and tighter until I was rigid, immobile -- and then something went 'POP!' and I screamed in release! I humped and thrashed and made incoherent sounds and acted like a total slut -- but I needed it too badly to feel any shame over it. When I flopped back and released his head, Javier laughed and wiped my secretions from his face, "So, did I get it right?"

I laughed deliriously. He stood and muttered, "I think I understand the next part..." Then he grabbed my hips and drew me back to the very edge of the bed, stood, and placed the tip of his probe at my portal.

I offered nothing in the way of argument or struggle; instead, I smiled and pulled my legs up, granting him full access. It was time... He pushed forward and I closed my eyes so I could concentrate on the feel of his stiff shaft as it pushed past my opening and into my depths. I discovered that I needed this SO much more than I'd ever realized! He filled me and it was Heaven -- then his hips began to cycle and it went beyond! Orgasm gripped me in mere moments -- and I pulled Javier along with me, reveling as he surged and groaned and pulsed his seed into my depths. He cycled slowly in my tunnel for a few moments, then his eyes lit, and he again took charge, asserting himself and setting a new rhythm; we weren't done...

What followed was for me a series of incredible, eternal moments linked by very short periods of relative sanity. I must have peaked a dozen times before Javier again exploded into my depths and collapsed atop me. Listless, I did my best to lug him onto the bed; only his youth and energy granted me the assistance that made it work. When we settled, he covered my body again -- and I reveled in it... I think the AI shut off the lights.

"What about a couple?" Bitch asked me. Bitch's name was apparently Eleanor, but I didn't want to call her that. Slut seemed so general -- more a descriptive -- so I settled on 'Bitch' or 'my Bitch' for now. I'd brought her back to my quarters after dinner and knelt her up and fucked the living dog shit out of her -- and as before, she handled it really well... Now we were stretched out side by side on the bed, relaxing. The kid was in another room, being entertained by a video or something. He didn't seem terribly excited by the whole thing, as far as I could tell... I figure he had a long talk with his mother when she decided to become my slut -- yeah, okay, concubine!

I said, "Huh? What the fuck for? I don't get it."

"Okay..." Bitch mused, "Let's say that the woman is flexible. You're gonna be pushing her regularly, though, right -- even if it's a little bit? So she'll need help recovering. The man isn't directly involved, so he can be all upset and outraged and supportive and stuff -- not to mention the fact that he can take care of the kids. When she's dumped out, he can help her put herself back together. There's also the fact that you can work on him and get part of your jollies that way."

I grimaced. "I'm not into fucking guys."

"You don't have to be," Bitch replied. "Remember that video they put up the other day?"

"Yeah," I grunted. "Dude got fucked."

"Yes, but he ALSO did a lot of OTHER stuff!" Bitch pointed out. "Like actually sticking those guys' dicks in his old lady, for instance. That would work on a guy, I bet."

"Yeah, I see that..." Bitch had a point.

"Besides, it's not about fucking or getting head, anyway, is it, Master? It's about domination. I bet you can fuck a guy to prove you own him..." Bitch eyed me sidelong.

I thought about it. "Bitch, you're too sneaky for your own good. Yeah, you're probably right..."

Bitch smiled. "It's the mission you gave me. I want to succeed."

I cocked my head, eyeing her. "So what do you figure your job is, anyway?"

Bitch looked me dead in the eye, "It's my job to do anything you ask of me, to the absolute best of my ability. It's my job to meet every challenge you set for me. It's my job to be perfect."

"That's quite a job," I retorted, grinning, "What if you don't measure up?"

She didn't back down. "Then I expect you to punish me."

"What if I decide not to be fair about it?"

She STILL didn't back down! "Then you won't be. And if I fail, you'll still punish me -- probably because you wanted to in the first place."

"And so you'll put up with whatever fiendish punishments I come up with?" I asked.

She shrugged. "It's my job."

I was amazed. "Have you done this before?"

She looked pensive. "Well, yes and no. My father ruled my family and didn't take any crap. My husband treated me like a servant. The difference between the two of them was that Daddy paid attention. He was... vigilant. My husband didn't care; I was part of the furniture unless something went wrong -- and then I was just worthless. When I was on my own at school, no one ever noticed me, until I met my husband -- but he was just looking for a servant, and would rather have had a robot, probably. You're like Daddy -- you pay attention and you crack the whip. Even if you're pissed -- even if I screw up and you punish me -- it's attention. Whether you fuck me or you slap me around, it's STILL attention. If you're watching me like a hawk and jumping on everything I do wrong, you're STILL watching me. I really didn't like being furniture. I want to work hard and earn your approval -- or be punished for not meeting your standards."

"So if I kick your ass?" I queried.

"I'll assume that I earned it," she replied, "or, at the very least, you needed to beat on somebody and I'm handy."

"I can think of a hundred little sadistic things I've wanted to do to a woman one time or another," I threatened.

"Here I am... Her gaze was level.

"What if I decide to ignore you?"

"You'll be punishing me," she replied calmly. "It's not your way, but I've handed it to you as a tactic. I'll suffer through it. You'll know and I'll know it's deliberate, so..."

I snorted. "So it's attention, even though it isn't."

She smiled. "Something like that." Then her eyes popped. "Oh! I had an idea!"

"What?"

"If you get a couple, you can get one with a girl -- thirteen, maybe fourteen -- and you can use HER against BOTH of THEM..."

I was amazed! "That's fucking BRILLIANT! I can turn the daughter into total fuck-meat -- right in front of her parent's eyes! And then I can start on the mother..." Damn! What a plan!

"You know, Master, long-term..." Bitch mused.

"Long-term, I will have created three perfect slaves," I replied. "Someone else will benefit, but is that so bad?" I grinned evilly -- and Bitch grinned back.

I'm going to keep her -- she's too fucking perfect NOT to!

Beth picked dinner Thursday evening to ask, "Jack, Sweetie, are we going to be taking on any couples?"

Brilliant conversationalist that I am, I said, "Huh?"

The AI practiced discretion for once, transmitting, <Your current concubine headcount could become stressful without assistance, Lieutenant Harper.> I think it was only the fact that we were in a room with several hundred people and it couldn't limit my embarrassment to the immediate group effectively.

"I am, and I'm pretty sure Ollie is," Vera announced. Oliver looked up, looked thoughtful, shrugged and nodded.

"I almost have to," Maureen muttered. She didn't look particularly happy about it, though; Tony apparently had made a serious impression on her.

Chief looked guilty. "I can't. Different rules." Chief looked guilty a lot these days -- but Judith kept inviting him to the 'family' dinner, and he kept coming -- and they kept going back to his place...

"Yeah, well, I probably need to give it some thought," I muttered.

"We're kind of setting the example," Frieda pointed out. "You had Abe poke them in the eye..."

"Maybe we'll take a look at it tomorrow," I said, largely to get off the hook. Then I had an idea... "We might cut to the chase and take on a male with kids. I have a candidate in mind." That got surprise and approval from several sources...

Judith whispered in Chief's ear and he muttered, "We'll be going..." He got up, looking embarrassed; Judith merely smiled and waved at everyone.

I must have been bleeding bandwidth, somewhere, because the AI suddenly transmitted, <Chief Slocum's problem does have more than one solution.> We went back and forth for a bit and I made a mental note to talk to Chief in private.

"I can't understand why everyone insists upon treating me as a pariah!" I complained. I was seated at the table where most of the Brinkman group usually gathered for dinner. I generally came late, in order to catch the largest number of them present, even though it usually ended in my eating alone, as they all seemed to be very quick eaters. Many had already departed from this meal while I was collecting my food. "I've offered to take on several of those still unassigned, and everyone treats me as if I were diseased. I'm only the most brilliant member of the team..." There were a couple of grunts of agreement and some shaking of heads.

"Perhaps you're seen as being too busy," someone offered. There was a titter; I glanced around, looking for the culprit, but didn't find her.

"Perhaps," I allowed. "Still, one would think that being able to work under my supervision could only improve someone's lot..."

"If nothing else, such a person could apply for sainthood," someone muttered.

"Excuse me?" I insisted, "I should think that the intellectual stimulation alone might improve the individual's CAP score..."

"Um, yes, quite..." Several people got up, chattering about it. Perhaps I would garner something after all if I continued advertising...

That left basically myself and Harriet Flanders at the table. Harriet hadn't been anyone's cup of tea at the start, despite being sometimes overly friendly with the male staff -- not in the form of sexual liaisons, since she wasn't that appetizing, but more in the form of aggressive mothering. I, personally, hadn't gotten attention in this form from her, but I'd heard complaints from others. Rumor had it that she tended to invade one's personal space without invitation. She had this habit -- one I HAD observed -- of calling everyone 'Honey' and patting them here and there. At a recent staff meeting, Dr. Chambers had requested more than the minimum reconstruction on Harriet, and the results were gratifying; the big, arthritic knees she tended to display under skirts a tad too short looked better and clearly worked better, as she no longer had the rocking gait of an octogenarian. There had been various other adjustments, too; Marilyn Monroe she wasn't, but one could sit and look at her without serious illness. She could now hold her head up in the circa-thirty-five age group, actually somewhat more trim than many of the mothers wandering around. She was still Harriet, though, and retained her tendency toward bald speech...

"That seemed effective," I declared. "Pretty soon, someone will see the benefit..."

"Jesus Christ, Farris!" Harriet erupted. "Everyone ELSE knows you're an asshole -- how come YOU didn't get the memo?"

"Wh-what?" I stammered.

"You're a complete idiot -- do you know that? You don't need a concubine, you need a keeper! But no one is going to volunteer to put up with the two of you..."

"Two?" I continued to be flabbergasted.

"You and your ego!"

"Madam!"

"Oh, shut up!" Harriet snapped. "If you are such a brilliant scientist, where are your powers of observation? People run to get away from you! No one wants to listen to your bullshit!"

"Why are YOU still here?" I demanded.

"I have a bad reputation, too," Harriet muttered. "I tend to get into people's faces. I'm a case of arrested development; taking care of Mother caused me to lose out on a lot of things..."

"So this is the pariah's table..." I sighed.

"Once we arrive," Harriet agreed. We sat and stewed for a bit, then Harriet asked, "Aren't you gay?"

"WHAT?"

"Well, you're very prissy, you know? That's usually a marker..."

"I don't know WHAT you're talking about!" I blustered.

"Well, okay, how long has it been?" she asked.

"How long has it been since what?" I retorted, fearing the worst.

"Since you had sex with a woman."

"That's private information!" I blustered. "VERY private!"

"Oh, come now!" Harriet snorted.

"I, well, I occasionally obtain the services of a professional..." I admitted. "Every few months."

"You're doing better than me!" Harriet replied, "It's been YEARS!"

"I should have thought..." I began.

"Oh, come ON!" Harriet retorted. "You KNOW what I looked like!"

"Well, you've been cleaned up considerably," I pointed out. "When I look around..."

Harriet sighed. "My reputation precedes me -- like yours does you."

"Yes, well..." I was suddenly uncomfortable. "Perhaps we can help one another."

"Maybe." Harriet eyed me. "You need a keeper -- and I'm good at that. Problem is, you're a sponsor and I'm a concubine and the roles are wrong."

"I need a keeper?" I asked, affronted. "Why on Earth do I...?"

"Do you REALLY think you're the premier member of the Brinkman team?" Harriet asked. "You know, no one else does..."

"Well, who is, then?"

"Doctor Hopkins would be MY choice," Harriet replied, "But Doctor Chambers might be the one."

"So I run a poor third?" I rasped.

"Not poor -- but because of the way you pretend to be in first, people figure you're worse off than you are."

"If I don't advertise my accomplishments..." I blustered.

"Someone else will, if they are real!" Harriet cut me off.

"All right," I rasped. "So, I need a keeper. What do YOU need?"

"I need a man!" she retorted, adding nastily, "Know any?"

"I'll have you to know...!"

"Prove it!"

"Surely you jest!"

Harriet looked away. "I wasn't quite done," she murmured. "They brought me back. I can have children again -- and I'm going NUTS! I see male concubines wandering around with their dicks hanging out... I never had a social life on the first pass -- Mother kept me at home at night, taking care of her. The rules here -- I don't know how they work! Everybody seems to be collecting three or four mates, but nobody will even LOOK at me..." I realized that the woman was crying...

"It's just sex..." I opined.

"There's no 'just' about it!" she retorted. "Not when you want it! Not when you've done virtually without for thirty years!" She locked eyes with me. "Look, you said it yourself -- it's been a while for you, too. Why don't we go to your place and fuck. We don't have to make love -- in fact, I really don't want you to talk at all, because you'll probably say something stupid and kill things. We'll just go to your place and you can go hog wild and I can go hog wild and then I'll go back to my place -- and tomorrow we can both pretend that it didn't happen-- okay?"

This CERTAINLY made my top ten list of odd propositions! "I..."

"No, don't say anything. We'll just put up our trays and I'll meet you in the hallway. Just go home; I'll follow you. No one has to know. You let me in and sink your pole in me and..." She paused. "All right? Just nod." Then she waited, eyeing me nervously.

Now, to tell the truth, I'd had myself mildly augmented in anticipation of collecting several concubines -- and the itch was upon me. Harriet, well, as I've indicated, the extra work done made her competitive. Could we do this? Could we keep things professional, afterward? "No protestations of undying affection?" I asked, breaking her rule of silence.

"None. Just sex." Harriet seemed relieved despite my outburst; I realized that it was because she knew I was considering her proposal seriously.

"Very well." I nodded.

"Are you done eating?" she asked.

"Yes."

"You really should eat more vegetables..."

"Harriet..."

"Sorry. After you." We got up and recycled our trays and I led her forth. As promised, she stayed a few feet behind me -- which was patently unnecessary, as we met no one we knew on the way. I merely opened my door and waited on her. Once inside, she asked, "Bedroom?" I nodded and we entered mine. There she went to work on my clothing.

I had no problem exhibiting the gallant reflex, as it turned out. Harriet eyed it in surprise and said, "Oh! That's nice! I had a rubber one..." her voice trailed off and she blushed. I nodded, smiling, maintaining my silence, thinking, 'The poor woman...!'

Once I was undressed, she approached my erection. "I could try to give you a blowjob -- but I'm not practiced, by any means..."

I pursed my lips. "We really need to employ some rudimentary communication."

"All right, as long as we keep to the subject," she admonished.

"I'm not practiced at cunnilingus, either -- it's not something you do with a professional -- but I could attempt..." I offered.

"All right... How?"

"Soixante-neuf?" I offered. "Sixty-nine?"

"That sounds good. Who's on top?"

"You, I think." Despite alterations, she was still somewhat... thick, perhaps -- or husky. She probably outweighed me. But I believed that we would do better that way, anyway. I placed myself supine on the bed and waved for her to position herself above me.

She had pubic fur, but the growth wasn't aggressive. Her outer labia were pink and puffy already -- and spread to display the pink inner channel. Her inner lips were vestigial, and her clitoris wasn't visible... I took a break in my examination at that point to deal with the sensory earthquake caused by her lips rolling over my glans. "Ahhhh, God!" She appeared to have the concepts down pat... I placed my thumbs on her outer labia, opening them further, and went delving for her clitoris with my tongue.

It was in there, deep; I found the bump and Harriet went "Ooooommmm!" around my erection, confirming the fact that I was on target. It hardened and thickened, swelling under my questing tongue and Harriet began shifting and grunting, clearly affected by my efforts.

Meanwhile, I had no real complaints with her oral skills; without the distraction of my efforts at her vagina, I would have ejaculated in her mouth very early on! She got VERY serious about what she was doing and felt as though she was absorbing a considerable amount of my length; I attempted to balance my enjoyment with attention to my efforts at her portal.

I succeeded. In a very short time, Harriet went rigid and released my member so she could screech "OMIGAAAAAWD!!!" I wrapped my arms around the small of her back so I could hang on and remain reasonably on target with my efforts while she jumped and jiggled.

When she'd settled down a bit, she batted at my hands, gasping, "Stop! I need to recover a little!" I flopped back and she attacked my erection again -- and what she lacked in technique, she made up in earnest effort! Semen began to boil in my testicles and I gasped out a warning -- but she kept on sucking! Lacking the necessary motivation to throw her off, I took the coward's way out -- and ejaculated in her mouth, planning to apologize and blame an inability to muster the strength...

Her reaction indicated that it was clearly not an issue. In the first place, she drank right down what felt to me like a copious flood; I pulsed into her mouth several times and could feel the back-pressure as the squirts left my penis. In the second place, she kept sucking, milking me until I could stand it no longer and ended up pushing on her buttocks in a gasping attempt at escape. She released me and flopped forward and rolled onto her back, but she reached out and began masturbating me -- which fortunately wasn't as intense as the feel of her lips and tongue. Nonetheless, I remained erect...

"Fuck me!" The words were accompanied by a tug at my member. I was in no mood to argue; I sat up and got my legs under me and followed my penis between her legs. Harriet rubbed the tip between her labia and pressed it against her opening, and I took over, applying pressure.

It was tight! Virginally tight! Amazingly, overwhelmingly tight! I sank slowly into her, parting her inner walls, feeling every ripple as they drifted along my shaft. It was... exquisite! I knew Harriet thought so, too -- you could see it in her eyes. She moaned and clutched my buttocks, pulling me forward into her depths.

When I hit bottom, I still had a bit of length to go, but that didn't matter; I reversed -- and the feel of her inner walls dragging against the juncture of my glans and shaft was maddening! I made some type of inarticulate noise, but it was masked by Harriet's "Oh, YESSSS!!!" Then I was locked at her opening and thrust into her again.

Every stroke got easier and every stroke went deeper and every stroke got faster until I was pounding away, bashing my pubic bone against hers once a second! Harriet crossed her ankles behind my buttocks and made keening wails as we both attempted to make up for years of deprivation in one cataclysmic act! For having just ejaculated, I lasted an embarrassingly short time -- probably less than two minutes -- but Harriet managed two orgasms in that time and was working on a third when control deserted me and I flooded her vagina, howling like some wild beast!

I hung above her, panting, dripping sweat, until the pulses stopped feeling good -- long after they stopped being productive -- then withdrew my softening erection from her and rolled onto my back beside her. We lay like that for maybe five minutes, not speaking -- just recovering -- before she sat up and said, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome, Harriet. I enjoyed it immensely. In fact..."

But at that point, she covered my lips. "Too much. Don't say another word." She got up, cupping her crotch, and went into my bath; I sat up, wondering what I should do next. But when she emerged a moment later, she waved and said, "Good night, Farris. I had a wonderful time." Then she was gone...