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Castle In The Sand

By Deana Johns.

Copyright 1997 All rights reserved. Limited permission to post is granted providing this header remains intact. May not be posted to any pay sites. May be offered as part of a collection, also provided this header remains intact. Permission to archive is also granted.

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This is an adult story, if you shouldn't be reading it, don't. I trust this is sufficient warning, given that I am posting this to a predominantly adult area to begin with.

My most sincere thanks go to Jean Walker for the outstanding -and massive- task of editing this story. If there is something wrong, then it is my fault as I did some of my own editing afterward, adding back in sections I had once removed to make it tamer in hopes of publishing it.

As always, comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. I especially like to hear from women. Please reply to: deanajohns at softcom dot net

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 Castle In the Sand

Chapter 1 Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen

John Stevens pulled off the highway into the lot of the combination gas station and miniature market. He drove forward to the pumps and turned off the aging van. The silence roared loudly in his ears.

He had been on the road since just after dawn, it was now late afternoon.

He stretched and then eased his tired, cramped body down out of the drivers seat.

Setting the gasoline pump nozzle to fill his tank, he headed towards the store. A sign pointing to rest rooms diverted him to the side and he cured a large portion of his discomfort.

Some time later he squoze the last few drops of gas into his tank and replaced the nozzle into the pump.

Heading back to the market he noticed how each of them had begun to resemble one another all across the country. With only minor variations, such as in places that allowed gambling or lottery's. This one sported a large lottery printer next to the cash register.

He picked through this stores version of pre-made tasteless- sandwiches, grabbed a bag of generic potato chips and refilled his travel mug from the coffee pot. Gathering up his selections he moved to the counter.

A cute blonde girl in her early twenties looked up from her book. She seemed to shrink back into herself at the sight of John. Another portion of John's discomfort stabbed at him momentarily.

"Is that all?" asked the blonde, looking at the gas counter instead of at John.

"No, give me a lottery *quick pick* too." mumbled John.

The girl poked a button on the lotto machine and it spit a ticket out the top. The girl pulled it out and handed it to John.

"That will be $24.56 with the Gas." said the girl.

John fished a twenty and a five out of his wallet and handed them to the girl.

"Oh, can I get a receipt for the gas?" he asked.

The girl frowned but nodded. She grabbed a gas voucher pad and scribbled out the receipt by hand. Making certain to exactly fill in the price of the fuel. She handed it to John along with the coins from his change and instantly went back to her book.

John fumbled with his change and selections and managed to make it back out to the Van. The girl hadn't offered him a sack to make the task easier. He got the door open and leaned in to set his load on the center console. He spilled some of his coffee in the process and cussed as he set about wiping it up. He finally hauled himself into the drivers seat and started the van.

He pulled off to the side of the lot to eat his lunch where he would be out of the way. He thoughtfully watched the girl in the store as he ate.

"One of these days, you'll get yours!" he mused to himself.

He didn't mean it.

John had never gotten along with women very well. The few he had had dealings with had only taken advantage of him and then left. He had an ex-wife and a child who didn't know him, or care to.

He pushed the thought out of his head, finished his lunch and hit the road once more.

Days later John was reclining on a motel bed several states away. He was browsing through a publication that offered surplus government property and real estate for *re-sale*. He'd picked it up from a free dispenser from yet another market. You could probably get any of the property it listed cheaper, but you'd have to know how.

Some of it was quite amusing:

 {One 50 acre plot of land with obsolete missile silo dead center, $562,000}

The ad included a general location and contact numbers.

"That would be kind of neat." thought John to himself. "Complete with *High Speed* Sunroof!"

He chuckled at his own joke and reached over to turn out the light. He had another long day of driving to do the next day. John fell asleep wondering what someone would want with a used Missile Silo.

At 4:26 A.M. his eyes slammed open and he knew.

He fumbled for his pack of smokes as he thought about the concept flooding into his psyche.

A missile silo... good god it must be over a hundred fifty feet deep and forty to fifty feet in diameter. Talk about room! The majority of it resided in earth that remained at a constant 56 degrees year round, talk about energy efficient! It was bound to be out in the middle of nowhere, talk about privacy! If there were only some way for him to pull it off.

John's credit wasn't the best on the planet. Several corporate downsizes and a marriage downsize had left him flat ass busted. He owed people in six different states, not to mention the IRS and several State tax commission's. His ex-wife was threatening him with hard time for his arrears.

"But what a neat place to live!" he mumbled to himself as he stabbed out his smoke and looked at the clock.....

He moaned a bit at the thought of an early wake-up call. He flicked off the light and tried to force himself to sleep as his mind raced along full of budding construction plans and ideas about solar heat and power.

The morning found him groggy as he stumbled to the shower. His mind already back working on the idea of the silo as a house.

Two days and several more states later, John was listening to the only thing a radio will pick up in the wide open spaces of the West; staticy AM.

The stations format was that of a right wing talk show. On a news break there was a story about a State lottery worth fourteen million dollars that some idiot hadn't claimed at yet. They only had three more days before they lost it.

John punched in a well worn oldies tape to kill the static.

Five miles down the road he suddenly swerved to the side and slammed on the brakes.

His hands were shaking and his breath came in gasps as he searched through his wallet for the ticket he had purchased almost a week previous. He found it rumpled and sandwiched between gas receipts and business cards.

He was shaking so hard he could barely read the numbers. He checked them off one by one as he could remember them from the news broadcast; "14, 23, 33, 31, 45 and 27 as the bonus".

John let out a holler like a kid on his first drunk; he was a millionaire!

After he screamed himself hoarse and then smoked himself relatively calm once more, he suddenly sobered.

He had a piece of paper that was worth fourteen million dollars in his wallet. He was a day and a half's drive away from the state he had purchased it in, and had about forty- three dollars and change to his name.

He reached under the seat and pulled out the old .357 python he traveled with. He had mostly forgotten about it. He felt a pang of fear over the serious trouble it could have caused him all the times he had gotten speeding tickets and had forgotten that it was even there.

He cracked it open and checked it. Live bullets in five of the six cambers. Just as it should have been. He carefully lowered the hammer onto the empty cylinder and stashed it back, but within easy reach.

He looked in back of the van at the selection of electronics equipment from his sales route.

"Fuck that shit!" he chuckled to himself.

He managed to pull back out on the highway. His mind was racing much faster than the odd car that came careening around him as he toodled along at a slower speed, safer for the old van.

John hated lawyers with a passion. He had never had what could be termed "*a pleasurable experience*" with any of them. Still, he was no fool. He knew he needed a good tax lawyer... and right now!

As he drove along he formulated plans on what to do, and how to do it best. He had calmed down considerably, but his driving still wasn't the best.

When he pulled into the first 100,000 plus population city on the way he stopped at the first phone booth. He found what he was looking for in the yellow pages under "Banks".

He selected a bank that was a well known chain in the West, but hadn't pissed him off *too* much in the past. He looked up the address of the main branch in town and scribbled it down. It never occurred to him how he looked.... or smelled. The previous night -to save money and make up time on his route- he had slept in his van at a rest stop rather than a motel.

When he walked in and asked to see the manager the teller turned kind of white and half reached for the alarm button.

John's clothes were rumpled, dirty and food stained. His hair greasy and straggly. He had several days growth beard on his face and a wild look in his eye.

When the manager came out he reacted much the same as the teller.

"Could we talk privately about a serious banking problem?" John asked, almost casually.

The Manager motioned the teller with his eyes to keep a close watch as he led John to a glassed office enclosure.

"What can I do for you then, Uh.. Mr....."

"Stevens" John replied, sinking uninvited into a seat.

"So what's this problem you need so urgently to talk about, Mr. Stevens?" the manager persisted. (The sooner he got this guy out of his office the better, the smell of old sweat and unwashed clothes was beginning to make him ill.)

John bided his time as he looked about the office. He was savoring the thought of the change he knew he was about to see in this asshole.

"Well... I just suddenly came into a bit of money and I kind of need some investment help and tax advice, I think that maybe your bank is *big* enough to handle it."

"I see" said the manager putting his hands together, "Perhaps you could be better served by one of our investment counselors. Shall I see when I can book you an appointment with one? Just how much money did you ... uh come by?"

"Uh... fourteen million dollars.. but if you're too busy, perhaps I'll just pick another bank." John said softly.

"Perhaps that would be..." The manager abruptly stopped talking. He turned half white and cleared his throat. Out at the counter the teller poised her finger over the alarm button.

Finally he said: "Excuse me, but I thought I heard you say fourteen *million* dollars."

"You heard right" said John, chuckling. "Now, do you have the time to talk to me, or should I pick another bank?"

"Well, no. Of course I have the time to talk to you. I try to make time for *all* our customers...... Forgive me, but if you don't mind my asking: Just how did you come by this sum of money?" he managed to croak out. He was still dubious, but the sum in question demanded he treat the matter seriously.

"I won the lottery..." John replied, grinning like a saber toothed tiger.

"The lottery... We don't have a lottery in this state." replied the manager curtly. He started to turn a bit red, thinking he had been led on.

"Didn't say I'd won it here." replied John looking at his fingernails. He happened to notice how dirty they were and it reminded him of his overall condition. He sat up straight and reached for his wallet.

The manager leaned back suddenly like John was reaching for a gun. The teller's finger descended on the button and all hell broke loose.

"What the hell's that?" asked John swiveling around in his chair.

"You'd be well advised to give it up now." the manager gasped out. He didn't realize that his own action had spooked the teller. He thought that maybe the teller had seen John reaching for a gun or something that he couldn't see.

"What the hell are you talking about?" demanded John, puzzled, looking around anxiously.

"The police are already on their way. You'd be well advised to give up quietly?" stuttered the manager, rolling his chair back away from his desk and John.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I was just reaching for my lottery ticket to show you." stammered John.

Just then the police descended on the bank. The teller pointed to the managers office and within seconds, John found himself thrown roughly face down on the carpet. The carpet burned his cheek and he hit his head on the door jam as the two burly cops slapped the cuffs on his wrists.

"What the fuck is going on?" shouted John.

"You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney, if you cannot afford an attorney......." one cop recited from long weary memory.

"What happened here?" the other cop demanded of the Bank Manager.

The manager was pale and speechless. His gaze rested on a lottery ticket strewn with the other papers from Johns wallet when the cops had ripped him out of his seat.

"I think that maybe there has been a *very* big mistake made here." he finally croaked out.

"Yeah! and you made it, fuckhead!" John spat into the carpet.

"Shut the fuck up, you!" said the cop on top of John, putting his knee on his head and driving his nose further into the carpet.

"No! No! Please let him up! He's done nothing! I think one of my tellers just misinterpreted the situation!" the manager cried.

"What?" asked both cops at once.

"MR. STEVENS is *valued* customer at this bank! Please let him up!" the manager said, authority returning to his voice... for perhaps the last time.

"FUCK YOU! If you think I'd do business with this bank now!" John mumbled into the carpet.

"I told you to shut up!" said the cop on top of him. Kneeling harder on his head.

"So this guy didn't try to rob your bank?" asked the other cop.

"No, he didn't. It was all a big mistake. NOW PLEASE, LET HIM UP!"

"O-kay... " said the cop on John's head, slowly getting up but putting more pressure on it as he did so. He reached down and began to undo the handcuffs, straining John's aching arms up higher on his back as he did so.

John slowly lifted his head. Six more cops now waited just outside the office, guns drawn, waiting for the slightest good reason to shoot him. John didn't give them one as he slowly got to his knees. Blood ran out of his nose and into his mustache. His head throbbed where he had hit the door jam. He slowly gathered up his papers and wallet, gripping the lottery ticket tightly when he found it. He stuffed the rest into his pockets.

"I'm so sorry about all this MR. STEVENS!" moaned the bank manager, "I hope this won't influence your decision to do business with our institution."

John slowly looked at him as he pulled out a handkerchief and applied it to his nose.

"Fuck You!" he said simply.

"Hey, watch your mouth!" said the cop who had been on John's head.

John looked at him and then looked around at the other cops who were putting their guns away, slowly, with a disappointed look on their faces.

"Who's in charge here?" John demanded.

"I am! It's my case." said the cop who had been talking.

"There is no case, so you aren't. Who's your watch commander?" John demanded.

"I am." said one of the disappointed ones. "You'll have to make any complaints through the Attorney Generals office though."

"I've got no complaints... *yet*. I just want your protection while I walk across the street to another bank." John said.

"Why would you need protection to do that?" asked the commander.

"Because this here Lottery ticket is worth *fourteen million dollars*!" said John, holding it up.

There was a gasp and then a sudden silence in the crowd of police and on-lookers.

Finally the watch commander recovered himself and said: "I'd be glad to accompany you SIR."

"Yeah, I thought you would." John. mumbled.

"But Mr. Stevens, this was all just a big mistake. You don't have to go elsewhere." stammered the Bank Manager.

Everyone ignored him as they followed John out the door.

Suddenly John was a celebrity who needed protection. The cops fanned out and stopped traffic for him like he was the President. Scanning the rooftops for unsuspected lotto terrorists.

John didn't care that this particular bank had once pissed him off with an outrageous overdraft charge. He walked straight up to the managers desk with the watch commander at his side and giving the manager no time to utter a word, stated: "This is the winning lottery ticket for a fourteen million dollar State lottery. I'd like your assistance in collecting it."

"Certainly Sir!" stammered the Manager jumping up. "If you'll just have a seat!".

Back in the first bank the other manager looked after the parade of police spread out around the doors and then down at the blood stains on his carpet. He could sense the upward motion of his career had come to a screeching halt.

"Shut off that god damned alarm!" he yelled to the teller.

Chapter 2

Two days latter a much cleaner looking John posed for television camera's as he received a check that was physically the size of the fish that got away. The check was only a token for the camera's. He wasn't about to really get the whole amount in one lump sum. If he had, the IRS would have gotten most of it anyway.

The bank had actually set him up with a *very* good tax attorney *team*. He had spent most that day with them and expected to spend several more.

The first action of the second bank manager was to phone the State lottery commission in question and let them know he had a prospective winner. He faxed a copy of the ticket to them for preliminary evaluation. Once the ticket was verified as *probably* legitimate, the bank had advanced him five thousand dollars in travelers checks and flash processed a gold credit card with a fifteen thousand dollar limit.

After locking up the ticket for the night in a safety deposit box, the bank manager had personally escorted him to the nicest hotel in town. A few of the cops rode along side, *just in case*......two actually escorted him onto the plane (courtesy of the bank).

The bottom line worked out to a lump sum -after taxes- of $287,353.42, with a like amount to be paid each year, for basically the rest of his life.

The lawyers set up a trust account for his long lost child that suddenly "missed him dearly" and a $28,000 lump cash settlement for his ex-wife (who fired *her* lawyer because he had convinced her that John would "never amount to much" and that it wasn't worth haggling over the dollar-a- year alimony that John was opposed to when they got divorced.)

Johns ex-wife was *suddenly* in love with him all over again. He told her *and* her fickle fledgling to fuck off, that he never wanted to see either of them again.

He bought the requisite sports car and new clothes.

At what had been his local watering hole he bought the house a round... most all night long. Several of the women who wouldn't have given him a second glance before, became seriously infatuated with him. He alternated nights at his old rental between the two cutest of them for about a week before they started hinting that he ought to move up in the world (and take them with him).

This reminded John of the missile silo. Two days later he was looking at it -*without* the gold diggers-. A week later it was his.

John was pretty well ready for a break from the world when he purchased the Silo.

From the time he entered the work force, he had quickly worked his way up through the ranks in the electronics world. Starting off repairing amplifiers and receivers. As a technician he worked his way up through various jobs until he topped out as a prototype technician in a microwave lab. He was hired contingent against a large government contract for a NATO base, which the company wasn't granted. Fifteen minutes after this was known, he was on the street unemployed. There was no place else for him to go in his home town. Refusing to take a down in his career, and the emotional crisis of his divorce still fresh within him, he headed for the mythical Mecca of Silicon Valley.

Silicon Valley; The land of the Pro's. A magical feeling in the very air of the place, millionaires springing up like weeds around garage companies. .

John spent months parked in his uncle's driveway, sleeping in his old V.W. buss. Living off his last unemployment checks from his home state while he went from company to company leaving résumés.

Nobody wanted to hire him, as he had no *local* experience. Finally he accepted a position as an entry level technician in a calibration lab of a defense contractor, as his funds were virtually exhausted.

John had expected his climb in Silicon Valley to be a hard one. This *was* the *land of the Pro's*. Much to his surprise and delight, his previous broad experience made him one of the best technicians in the valley.

Within six months he was promoted to Sr. Technician. Eighteen months later he was in an engineering aide slot. A year later he held the title of acting engineer. He wasn't just good at his job, he was the best. As an engineer he quickly took on and acquired new talents that the then burgeoning Defense electronics industry was hungry for. Within half a decade, he was a full systems engineer specializing in automated instrumentation. His seemingly lofty title: Metrology Engineer. (Metrology being the science of measurement.) A shift to another growing company netted him the title of Sr. Metrologist.

Then in the late '80's Détente arrived. Defense spending plummeted and the market was flooded with unemployed engineers. Non-degreed engineers were among the first to go. Especially if they took their positions seriously enough that they talked about recalling product because an out-of- tolerance was discovered in a company standard. John was a very *ethical* man. Which made him a natural target.

Starting his own, one man consulting firm, John subsisted on meager earnings from consulting contracts which were quickly diminishing. He skinned his nose real good pulling up from the resultant dive in his finances.

John finally had to give up his company and accept a position as a field sales engineer. Which barely paid him enough to survive, not in Silicon Valley, with its inflated real estate, but back in his home town. He spent almost eleven months of the year on the road. His vast experience in automated instrumentation making sale after sale possible. But he didn't get the commissions. He designed the systems based upon the customers needs, then the real sales force would waltz in and present the companies with a completed solution to their needs. They got the commissions.

It wasn't what you really were, but rather what you appeared to be that mattered the most. Despite twenty years of experience, John had no degree, so he couldn't possibly be qualified for the positions he actually held. John's dissolution with the world continued to grow. What he wanted most, was a comfortable hole to crawl into and pull the cover over it. The lottery provided him with the means to fulfill this wish. The silo was the perfect vehicle for his desire.

Working on it supplied him with the solitude he desired. He threw himself into the work for the sake of it, building his retreat from the world.

The firm John purchased the Silo from, had also been taken by the size of it. They had picked it up at auction for a mere $17,000. They had visions of building a retreat hotel in it, until the cost of conversion and the realization that few people wanted to "get away from it all" into a hole in the dessert sobered them to the fact that they were out $17,000.

One of the more sobering facts, was that the concrete used on the silo walls was among the hardest man made rock substance on earth. The cost of drilling the walls to hang umpteen floors was way out of their budget. They didn't bother to mention this to John, but he noticed anyway before the deal was closed.

The $562,000 the owners were asking diminished fast. The land *was* in the middle of the desert, surrounded by BLM land. The only access was across 32 miles of bad dirt road. He made the purchase outright for $47,000 *cash*.

Three concrete cutting firms made estimates he quickly rejected. He purchased several diamond drill bits and the equipment to run them himself. Next he called around the country till he found the cheapest load of steel I -beams that he could find. More calls located a used winch motor used for *Jig Pole* radio tower installations.

The first project was mounting the winch motor to the concrete pad on the surface.

The Silo was one hundred seventy feet deep by forty-five feet in diameter. It was located roughly dead center of a fifty acre plot, which was fully enclosed with a razor wire topped fence with impressive looking signs about the use of deadly force on intruders. John left the signs up. The gate got a digital controlled garage door mechanism.

There was another shaft descending parallel to the Silo, but off to the side for the main elevator. This descended to the a group of rooms that were probably the launch facility. Between the elevator and silo, a set of cement stairs zigzagged downwards.

A small cement boxed stairway ran down from the surface to a heavy single door hatchway which opened into a large hallway staging area. This hallway led some thirty five feet away from the silo and then doubled back. to a smaller staging area. A communications room with a small bathroom, an environmental control room and an elevator shaft led off this area. Then a small hatchway led to a narrow hallway which circumnavigated the top of the silo. There was a main transformer room off the environmental control room. Here the three phase power lines terminated in a bank of three large transformers. These fed a series of main panels that fed out to sub panels throughout the silo. There was also a switch over panel to interface with a diesel standby generator.

John found maintenance stops on the main elevator which opened into small box rooms at half a dozen points on the way down. Each room had hatchways opening into inspection tunnels like the one on the top level and a small terminal and utility room which each contained a sub-main power panel. A large heavy, tapered hatch opened into the silo from each of these stops. From these one could access the four small service elevators which hugged the walls. Each little more than cages on a track. John fancied these up a bit to make them safer and more convenient. There were also hatchways at mid-points between the maintenance stops, accessible from the stairs.

The Silo came complete with an ISDN phone *trunk line* 132 pairs of high quality phone lines- and an underground power feed which was source metered, as it was the only customer on the line. He negotiated activation of power and a portion of the trunk line for phone service and Internet access. The power company was particularly thrilled as the line was just wasting away. A small satellite dish supplied him with entertainment when he got bored.

A standby diesel generator purchased from a used construction equipment firm rounded out his basic necessities.

One of the first problems John encountered, was that the original construction plans were "CLASSIFIED, SECRET, NOT AVAILABLE". After repair and activation of the elevators John spent most of a whole month just surveying exactly what was, and wasn't there.

The firm he had purchased from had done considerable damage to wiring and environmental equipment by ripping it out for salvage. He replaced what he needed to, to get power and heat into a small apartment which had probably been the launch control facility (based upon the amount of wiring and the size of the door.).

He bought every appliance known to man for his apartment in the meantime. His computer would have spun circles around many of the main frame models of just a generation earlier. He used it to design his hideaway and track the burn rate on his money. After a few months he realized the burn rate was way too fast. A final purchase of a Hot tub, washer, dryer, freezer, refrigerator and range finished up his major expenses for a while, with the exception of an old flatbed truck he had refurbished to safe running condition.

John mostly spent his days drilling walls. It was slow and dirty work. Each hole had to be lubricated with water as it was drilled. Gray dust filled most the silo. Gray streaks lined the walls. John worked hard all day guiding the bit and breathing the dust, which was abundant, despite the lubricating water. He finally realized that particle masks had been invented years before. A cement chip zinging past an eyebrow brought safety goggles and finally a face shield into usage.

The hardest part, was the lack of help. He could have easily hired labor to help him, but he didn't feel like it. He spent hour after hour planing how he would move each steel girder and plate. How he would align heavy connections and manipulate beams while he fastened them together.

He purchased the necessary gear and converted his winch to a radio controlled unit. He could drop a beam a quarter inch at a time if need be, while sitting on it. Finally he got the I-beams in place for the first floor. This actually gave him two as there was a concrete floor already in place at the bottom. He welded corrugated iron sheets on top of the I- beams and then topped that off with heavy particle board.

When he started drilling holes on the second floor, he realized his error. Water from the drilling process started down the walls toward his new floor. He pulled the particle board back up and moved the whole operation up to the top floor drilling location. This way he could move *down* as each floor was completed. This lasted all of a day before he realized he would lose positioning ability on his crane when he sealed off the top. He spent a whole week replanning the whole thing. In the end he went back down to the bottom to drill. As each layer of Ibeam frames was set, they were left uncovered.

Towards the end of the year the Silo resembled a big inside set of *monkey bars*. However any one of the frames would have easily supported a D-9 Caterpillar tractor.

Next step was to run plumbing and wiring to each stage. He pulled the corrugated iron back off the first level to plumb and wire it as well.

Next came heating systems. The most logical for this set up was a hot water system. Almost by accident John discovered several ducts running up and down the entire length of the silo, but deep in the walls. They had probably been used to cool the concrete when it was being poured.

On a hunch he searched the walls with a metal detector. He found the water pipes he'd suspected running through the walls. They had probably cooled the inner surface of the concrete while it set. He grinned ear to ear thinking of their usage for solar heat. He had a major hunk of land on the surface that was basically worthless for anything except making solar heat.

Using the metal detector he carefully marked the position of every pipe within the walls. In the process he found several unidentified metal traces. One group of these seemed to line up almost exactly with the positions of each level he had chosen for a floor anchor. A small perfect 1/2" hole marked each one. Careful drilling around one of these revealed them as some sort of pressure gauge, probably used to evaluate thrust on a missile if it was launched. Each one however was on it's own large conduit. He searched out the other ends and found them terminated in the mass of wiring which led into the launch room (his apartment.)

Each conduit contained a multi-cable capable of a dozen full bandwidth video channels. He discovered how lucky he had been with the anchors; almost any of them could easily have pierced either a water of wiring conduit. Many of them passed within bare inches, but luckily, all missed.

He tried plotting the exact location of the air ducts using a laser site, but he wasn't certain that they ran exactly vertical. He solved the dilemma by lowering a coil of wire down each duct. He pulsed a signal into the coil and detected it from the other side of the wall. This allowed him to mark the path close enough to miss any pipes or conduits. He drilled multiple one inch diameter holes into each of the ducts on each level. This alone took an additional two weeks time. However when he was finished he used multiple blower fans at ground level to removed much of the dust which had been building up. He ran all of them at full speed while he descended to each level with an air hose and thoroughly cleaned each one. Next he washed the whole silo down from top to bottom.

The water and cement mud gathered in the cement bottom of the silo. When it didn't drain anywhere he pumped it into 55 gallon barrels and hoisted it by crane to the top. Then it struck him. Drain anywhere?

The bottom of the silo was a good 170 feet deep! Where would it drain to? In fact, *how* did his toilet in the apartment drain? A two day survey tracing pipes located a grinding pump on the lowest level which pumped effluent up to ground level into a septic tank. A booster pump was located halfway up in one of the maintenance closets. Another day with a metal detector traced pipes from a leach field running into two corners of the property.

There were *two* fresh water wells located in the opposite corners of the property. One was seemingly just a capped pipe. He opened it and dropped weighted line down till it hit water. Water level was a good 15 feet *above* the floor of the silo. This meant one thing; the cement in the silo was *totally* waterproof. This had to be so, or the lower part of the silo would have been flooded from seepage from the outside. No seepage from the outside meant no seepage from the inside.

He drilled more holes to anchor a platform and equipment, cleaned up the whole thing spotless. Several layers of swimming pool paint were applied and allowed to dry Then he pumped fresh water in and he had a swimming pool. One *damn cold* swimming pool! This he solved this by separating the wall cooling pipe system below the first level. A separate pipe led from this section led up to the solar collectors. He installed automatic controls which regulated his pool at a much more comfortable temperature. Perhaps it wouldn't stay that warm come winter, which was fast approaching, but he seldom used more than around 18% of the potential from the array of solar heat panels he had installed.

He pumped most of the heat around the system and had to defocus the panels most of the time. With all the natural insulation around the silo, it just didn't take that much heat to make it comfortable. This was a good thing, as John didn't think about the expansion of the concrete as it warmed. Had he warmed it too quickly, it would have cracked, allowing the water table outside to seep in, inundating the lower portion of the silo. It was blind luck that it didn't.

He had a few ideas about how to improve things topside, but he was running out of money. He realized the closeness to winter just in time to finish up the top floor and move most the equipment down to it. He ran snorkels out for his winch and generators to keep the fumes out and noise down.

A final trip into town on a mad buying spree for provisions and equipment made a good number of the local merchants very happy. They knew nothing about his retreat out in the desert. John had no intention of telling anyone. On a whim, he bought a case of .357 and a case of 38 special ammo. He could fire the 38's out of his python, according to the man at the gun shop, and they were cheaper.

He was intending to find out how well he could live in total seclusion. During the summer he gave it no thought, he could always go to town if he wanted to. But winter would be a different thing entirely; the road which led to the silo wasn't exactly on the snow plow routes. The snow could get up to three feet deep in this area, and drift over six. Just in case John bought a used snowmobile.

He made one trip to deliver a full load and stow it, then went back for a load of carpentry power tools and lumber so he could work uninterrupted through the winter.

Finally he used the flatbed truck to roll the launch roof back into place. (It spent most the time open, or hastily tarped against any approaching storm.)

Last step was having a truck deliver enough fuel to run his generator for the winter. It was the first time anybody had gotten near the silo since he had the steel delivered.

For some reason it made him uncomfortable to have anybody know about the existence of his retreat. He stretched a large tarp over the launch roof to disguise the true nature of the place. All the driver would see would be a tarp covering a platform like lump and the sturdy out buildings John had built to house his car & snowmobile and keep a large supply of lumber dry. The tank was buried to one side of the road coming in, intended for the original standby generator that had been scrapped out.

When the driver showed, John was waiting in his car, like he had just driven out to meet him. He ushered the driver to the fill point.

"Kind of a strange place for a fuel tank." said the driver looking around.

"Gonna be a Solar Research facility" John said.

"What's the fuel for?" asked the driver.

"Gotta run a generator to drive the solar panels." John replied.

"Huh" the driver grunted, "That's progress for ya."

"Well... Gonna mount a steam generator on the cells after they figure out how much heat they will generate... I just go where they tell me." John said. He walked away to effectively cut off communication.

The driver shrugged and went on with his filling. John busied himself tarping over the snowmobile & trailer.

The driver waved to John when he had topped off the tank. John walked over and signed for the fuel.

"Seems like a lot of fuel to power solar cells." commented the driver.

"Long term project... you know the government." said John.

"Yeah, don't forget to add stabilizers to that fuel if it's gonna sit very long." the driver said, climbing back into his truck.

John watched the fuel truck pass into the distance. It seemed odd, but the driver was probably the last human being that John would see until sometime in spring, yet he had felt relieved when he was gone.

John locked the gate and made a further check of the topside assembly's and equipment. He hitched his car to the snowmobile trailer and pulled it into one of the sheds. He held off winterizing the car for now. He did pour some diesel fuel in the truck and ran it till it died, then he took out the battery, drained the radiator and tarped over the cab. Finally he was satisfied that all would survive the winter. He took one last look at the setting sun and then descended through the heavy hatch -under the edge of the tarp- down into his refuge. He latched it from the inside. He was alone and alive with a curious feeling of freedom.

Chapter 3

John spent most of his time laying corrugated iron on the framework and welding it in place. He prepared meals at his leisure, but seldom took more than an hour or so away from the work of building the silo to his satisfaction.

One of the tasks he placed priority on, was building a workshop on the second level down. Once the floor was in place he moved the woodworking tools he had purchased onto the level. Once the shop was set up, the job of cutting and fitting fixtures for the other levels was streamlined greatly.

Four bales of hay purchased from a farm on main road leading by the silo road provided him with a rudimentary firing range. Once a day he'd practice his shooting. Wearing an old set of headphones because he'd forgotten to purchase hearing protection. He got pretty good with the old python. He'd practice swinging to the side and hitting a bulls eye, just for fun.

He didn't ever expect to have to use the gun. He just did it to give him a break from the monotony of work. It became a daily exercise. After a solid month of this he could hit the bulls eye seven out of ten shots. He gave it up when a slug passed through a bail and ricocheted. It zinged past his head on one side, ricocheted off the curved wall and zinged past his head on the other. He shuddered to think what would have happened if he'd been shooting the higher velocity .357's, instead of the 38's.

"That's about enough of that shit." he told himself.

He re-applied himself to the problems of the silo.

He solved the problem of lowering heavy objects to lower levels through the use of trap doors on each level.

It was weeks before John cracked the hatch again.

One day he got a hankering for a drink of scotch, but discovered that he was out. It seemed like as good an excuse as any to go to town.

John cracked the hatch and emerged from his refuge to find a light skiff of snow coating the world. He squinted at the bright sun reflected off the white landscape and shivered a bit from the cold. A quick trip back inside brought him out again wearing a parka and sunglasses.

He had to jockey the snowmobile trailer around and unhitch it to free the car, but he should have done that in the first place.

Finally he was fishtailing down the road into town. It occurred to him that he needed a better winter driving vehicle, but his dollar supply was getting low.

He was down to a paltry $38,000, and the next years allotment wouldn't come in for months. The absurdity of the thought struck him like a rock. $38,000 was more than he had earned the entire year before.

When he got to town he bought a whole case of *good* scotch, and searched around for a good -used- four wheel drive.

He located a fairly nice mid-seventies Toyota Land Cruiser that had a Chevy 350 CID V-8 engine shoe horned into it. He test drove it, but didn't like the gear ratio. He bought it anyway and arranged for a shop in town to install a Chevy 5- speed tranny to match the engine. He lined up several other modifications with several shops and negotiated with each to deliver it to the next one. When he came back into town he would have a deluxe four wheel drive waiting for him.

It was evening by the time he was through in town. He sought out a good steak dinner and then headed home with his case of scotch and a few bags of groceries.

John's mind was on his new vehicle as he headed out of town. He was almost to the turn marked only by the lonely single set of tracks leading to the silo when it happened.

Entirely without warning, there was suddenly somebody waving their arms in front of the car. John slammed on the brakes. The anti-lock kicked in, but even that wasn't enough. He was still traveling faster than a walk when he thumped the body off his fender onto the side of the road.

John just sat there for a moment and shook.

Had he killed the hitchhiker?

There was only one way he could find out. He forced himself out of the car and walked over to the ditch, fearing the worst.

To his surprise he found it was a girl. The tight jeans told him that much. She was lying face down in the snow, unmoving. He gently rolled her over and found a pretty young face, about 15, eyes closed and unresponsive. A scuff on her forehead from the rock her head had hit. His heart sank.

A quick check of her pulse sent a wave of relief over him. She was probably okay, but might have a concussion from the way she had landed. He checked all her limbs and found no broken bones. Her hip would probably be bruised real good from where the car had bumped her.

Why the hell had she done it? He would have stopped for *anybody* this far out.... What the hell was she doing out here in the middle of nowhere?

All these questions would have to wait. She may have needed attention right then. If she was worse than he was equipped for at the silo, the drive back into town would be too far anyway.

Getting her warm was probably the best way to stabilize her until *real* help could arrive if needed. His silo was the best answer, if for no other reason than to get her out of the elements and get to communications. He mentally vowed to get himself a Cellular phone, even if he never needed it again.

He carefully picked her up and carried her to the car. He noticed that her clothing and body stank like she had been *on the road* for a long time. He didn't care. He wasn't about to leave her out in the cold to die.

John pushed it to the limit all that way back to the silo. He hit the brakes as he triggered the gate closer remote. He climbed out and opened up the hatch. He did his best to carry her inside. From the way the entrance was configured, he ended up using a fireman's carry to get her inside. His hand on her legs to balance her.

Once inside the elevator he set her down. A quick check of her pulse and a once over in the light told him that she was in no *immediate* danger.

He left her propped in the corner of the elevator, then went back out and retrieved his scotch and grocery's and put away the car. He sealed the hatch and then sent the elevator on it's decent to the apartment.

On the way down he studied her.

Under a dirty face she seemed to have the vestige of a black eye. It seemed more like a fresh wound rather than an older one. This girl had had a hard time of it.

The elevator arrived at the apartment level. He picked her up again and was going to put her on the bed when his nose reminded him how much she stank. Instead he carried her to the bathroom and set her down on the toilet.

She was wearing tennis shoes, tight, worn jeans, an oversized T-shirt and a light jacket. John wished the hell she were awake to wash herself, but he wasn't about to put her in his bed while she smelled that bad.

Feeling guilty, he began stripping off her clothes. Bruises on her arms looked like they probably came from a strong grip holding her. He had a hell of a time removing her tight jeans.

When she was dressed in only her sports bra and panties, he drug a resin patio chair into the shower and set her in it. Her skin was cold from exposure.

Just to be on the safe side he went and dug into his medical kit for a blood pressure cuff. She was okay, but shivered slightly. He adjusted the water to a comfortable temperature and then a bit warm. She needed to get warm fast. He stripped down to his shorts and turned the stream on her. She didn't respond consciously to the water, but seemed to stop shivering a bit.

John began to soap up her body. She seemed to be quite dirty, probably hadn't bathed for days. He shampooed her hair and finally decided that what she really needed was the hot tub.

To keep soap out of the hot tub, he stripped off his shorts, then her bra and panties. She had medium-large breasts for her age, but they had bruises on them too. He felt a pang of guilt as he stripped off her panties and saw the small, blonde tuft of pubic hair. His growing member reminded him of how long it had been since he had seen female flesh exposed, let alone flesh as young and firm as this.

His erection grew as he felt her tender body against him while he carried her to the tub. The hot tub had several seats built into it, which solved the problem of what to do with her. He propped her up in one, and then sat back himself to soak.

He couldn't help himself as his eyes returned to her nude young body again and again. He half expected her to wake up screaming, but she showed no signs of movement. His erection screamed at him to take advantage of the situation, but he didn't. He just watched her as he let her soak a good twenty minutes. When her face showed a flush from the heat, he finally lifted her out.

He set her in the resin chair as he carefully toweled her and then himself dry. His erection was as hard as he ever remembered it as he carried her to the bed. He pulled back the blankets and set her in it. Then he sat for a while examining her nude body.

She appeared to be about fifteen, but could have been anywhere between thirteen and seventeen. Her hair was blonde, cut short. She had blue eyes, which were responsive to light, but with slightly uneven pupils. Her breasts were probably a firm C-cup. Her waist narrow and her hips just starting to reach their full spread. Her small tuft of pubic hair was soft and blonde as well. Her legs were long and sleek. She was lovely, *too* damn lovely.

John dug out an oversized T-shirt and pulled it over her, then pulled a pair of his jockey shorts onto her. They were *way* too large, but the elastic would keep them up. At least she was covered. John put her under the covers and softly kissed her forehead. A little seepage of blood from her forehead prompted him to the first aid kit for some antibiotic ointment and a gauze patch. Once she was doctored he went in search of his scotch.

He sat back in a terry cloth robe with a Scotch on the rocks and looked at her for a long time.

Why the hell had she been out there? Why had she jumped in front of the car? Where did her black eye and bruises come from? They would probably explain why she was out there.

Some asshole had hurt this tender child. What she needed now was help. John decided he would do his best.

He finished his Scotch and pulled on a pair of Jockey shorts himself before he climbed into bed beside her. He usually slept in the nude, but she might come to in the night and freak out.

He was painfully aware of her tender body in the bed next to him. His erection didn't subside at all before he slipped into sleep.

Chapter 4

John awoke with an arm draped over him and a young body against him.

This was a *good* sign, if a bit uncomfortable for him.

She appeared to be just asleep, but didn't wake as John extracted himself from the bed and headed into the bathroom. His hard-on seemed like it hadn't diminished a bit during the night. Emptying his bladder in a ski jumpers pose helped some.

John put on his robe and a pair of slippers, then went off to the kitchen to make some coffee. He decided on breakfast and on a hunch, made double.

About the time John was finishing up the last batch of French toast a soft female voice tentatively called out: "Hello? Is anybody here? Where Am I?"

John loaded up a tray with coffee and food and headed into the bedroom. The girl was sitting up surveying her outfit when he walked in. She seemed to shrink into the bed when she saw John.

"Hello, My name is John. You're in my uh.. *house*. You

jumped in front of my car last night and bumped your head.

Are you feeling up to breakfast?" John talked as he crossed

the room.

The girl seemed a little relieved, but not much.

"Who undressed me?" she asked.

"I did, You stunk!" John replied simply.

"Well, I guess I probably did. Haven't had a chance to shower for a long time." She was studying John hard as she fingered the T-shirt and felt under the covers at the Jockey shorts she wore.

 "Don't worry, I washed you, but that's all. Your virtue is intact." John said.

 "Not unless you operated too." she kind of chuckled, "What have you got to eat?"

 "Whatever you want, but I've made French toast, bacon and scrambled eggs. First off, how are you feeling?"

 "Okay I guess, kind of dizzy really, but starving!" she said.

 "You got a bad bump on the head. Let me look at your eyes."

"What for?" said the girl, pulling the covers up and shrinking back.

"To check how bad your concussion is. I don't want you choking on a piece of French toast and convulsing in my bed."

"Okay... I guess."

John picked up a small pen light from the dresser and bent over her as he checked each of her eyes. A small difference in pupils, but not too bad. He smiled at her and nodded to the food. She jumped at the bacon and wrapped it in a piece of French toast. It was in her mouth before John could blink.

"Take your time, lots of food here and take it easy. Your well enough to eat, not to do gymnastics." John chuckled.

The girl eyed John suspiciously and forced herself to chew a little slower. She noticed that the T-shirt had become twisted around her, clinging to her breasts. She pulled on it to hide her form.

John noticed her discomfort and dug into the closet for

another robe. He handed it to her and she pulled it around

her shoulders and kept on eating.

"Coffee?"

"Yuk! Got any milk?"

"Sorry, long way to the store. Soda pop or Water?" "Pepsi if you got it...Just how far to the store? Where are we?"

 "In the middle of nowhere, about thirty miles from where you jumped in front of me." John said as he headed into the kitchen for her soda.

 "Where was that?" the girl called after him.

 "You don't know where you were?" asked John, returning with her Pepsi.

 "Not really. Some jerk kicked me out cause I wouldn't suck him." said the girl.

 She took her Pepsi and drank a swig to wash down the three pieces of French toast and five pieces of bacon she had wolfed down.

 She eyed John for a minute then said: "So what do you have in mind for me?"

 "Nothing, actually. You jumped in front of my car last night, I tried to stop, but you didn't give me enough time to avoid you. You bounced off my fender and into the ditch. You bumped your head on a rock and knocked yourself out.

 I picked you up, brought you here, bathed you, doctored you and put you to bed.

I have no plans for you. You're welcome to stay until you

feel better and can leave anytime you want. I'll give you a

ride back to the nearest town, which is about eighty miles

away. Besides that I don't even know your name yet."

"Theresa. Eighty miles? You live eighty miles from town?"

"Yes, glad to meet you Theresa."

"Glad to meet you, I think. Why do you live so far out?"

"Because I like to."

"Who else lives here?"

"Nobody, just me."

Theresa chewed on another bacon French toast roll up (she shoveled some egg into this one.) as she studied John from the corner of her eye.

 "You say I can stay a while, what's it gonna cost me? I don't have any money."

 "Nothing. Stay as long as you want. I don't need money."

 "What do you need?" she asked suspiciously.

 "Not a thing in the world. You can stop worrying. You're *far* too young for me. How old are you anyway?"

 "Uh.. Seventeen"

 "How old?"

 "Sixteen....Okay.... Fifteen, but I'll be Sixteen next month..... What do you mean I'm too young for you? How old are *you*?"

 "Probably old enough to be your mother's father. I'm forty- three"

 "Forty-three? I guess that's not too old.... Say, how come you got no windows in here?"

 "Cause you're about one hundred and sixty feet below the surface."

 Theresa stopped chewing and looked around kind of scared like. She swallowed hard and asked: "What *is* this place?"

 "I told you, My home! It just happens to be underground."

 "Why?"

 "Cause I like it that way. I don't pay a dime in heating bills. The whole place is solar heated. I got the whole place plus fifty acres of land for less than the price of a half acre plot in the city."

 "Whole place, these three rooms?"

 "No, this is just the temporary living quarters I first set up while I'm working on the rest."

"So how big is it?"

"One hundred seventy feet deep by forty-five feet in diameter. I've divided that into fifteen stories."

"Fifteen stories, forty-five feet in diameter, that's damn big! What was it, and old mine?"

"No, it was a missile silo"

"A missile silo, like Atomic?"

"Yup. Like Atomic. But don't worry, they took that part out before they sold it."

"Huh... kind of neat. But why?"

"I told you. I like it."

"All alone, by yourself? What are you some kind of hermit?"

"I hadn't thought about it much, but I guess I am. I don't

care much for the cities."

"But how do you live? What do you do?"

"Just work on my home."

"No, I mean for a living. Don't you have to work?" "Nope."

"Why not, you rich?"

"Yup, guess I am."

"Really? How much you got?"

"More than enough. I won the lottery."

"Really?"

"Yup, really. Fourteen million dollars."

Theresa stopped chewing. Her mouth hung open, food and all.

 "Close your mouth. It looks awful."

 She snapped her mouth shut and swallowed hard. Then jumped up on the bed and said: "You've got fourteen million dollars?"

 The robe fell off her shoulders. The Jockey shorts almost fell off as she bounced.

 "Yup, not all at once, but enough to get by on. Now, come on. Lets find you some clothes before you fall out of those."

 Theresa snatched at the sagging Jockey shorts and pulled them up. This just outlined her attributes better and made John *very* uncomfortable.

He started digging in drawers and closets. Theresa watched him wondering what he was doing. He came up with a pair of stretch warm up pants that had a string closure. He handed them to her and turned away. She giggled but pulled them on.

By rolling up the legs, they fit her okay. John found another pair for himself and pulled them on. Theresa watched him without looking away. John looked at her in annoyance.

"I figure that *you* got to see a whole lot more of me." she chuckled.

"I guess that's true, but that was different. You didn't have much choice about it, but I assure you I was strictly business about it."

"So you said.. You still got to see the whole thing. It's only fair that you show me too."

John was suspicious of her motives. Her sudden interest in him had arisen *after* he disclosed his financial position.

Even so he said: "I guess by rights you're welcome to see anything you want. I got nothing to hide... at least not much."

"Show me then!" she said defiantly, daring John to reveal himself.

It seemed wrong, but John shrugged and dropped the warm ups. He pulled off his robe and pushed down his Jockey shorts. His penis was at half mast. He stood naked before her. She looked without shame.

"Not bad for an *old coot*." She chuckled.

"And you don't look bad for a *little girl*. Now can I get dressed?"

"If you want. I don't care.", but her eyes still surveyed his body.

The months of hard work and irregular meals had left John trimmer and firmer than he thought of himself.

"I do. I'm kind of chilly."

"I could warm you up."

"No doubt, but you were terrified at the thought before you found out I was rich." John said as he pulled up his shorts and warm-ups. He dug out an old favorite sweatshirt to match.

"That's not true... I liked you before that. I just didn't know you."

"You still don't." John said, digging out some socks and tennis shoes.

"Oh... you're okay." Theresa said.

"You know the difference between a weirdo and an eccentric?" John asked.

"No, what"

"About a million dollars...or fourteen million in my case." replied John.

John carted the food tray back into the kitchen. He sat down and finished off what remained of the meal (one strip of bacon, some eggs and half slice French toast with Coffee.)

He told Theresa where her clothes were and where the washing machine was. She went off to do a batch and find her shoes. She came back a while later, barefoot. She seemed kind of distracted, like she was deep in thought. John pointed to her feet and raised an eyebrow.

"Decided my shoes stunk too much. They're in the washer too."

"No argument from me. See if you can fit any of my shoes."

"I don't need any, really. My feet aren't cold."

"Not the cold, I was gonna show you around if you feel up to it."

"Okay... maybe a little."

Theresa dug into the closet and came up with a pair of tennis shoes she could lace up *real* tight to keep them from falling off.

They got about a third of the way into the tour when John

noticed Theresa leaning shakily against a beam, with a large

fall beneath her. He gently guided her back to bed. "Not

coming in?" Theresa asked, groggily.

"Nope. Got work to do."

"Suit yourself." Theresa said sleepily.

"I do." John said on his way out.

In fact John did very little work at first.

He was upset with himself by how tempted he was to accept the offers of the little darling in his bed. The memory of her nude body from the night before was driving him crazy.

 Eventually the task at hand distracted him long enough to forget her. Soon afterwards he was virtually absorbed in his work.

 About two in the afternoon he got hungry. He made himself a sandwich and a cup of coffee. A check on Theresa found her sleeping soundly.

 John sipped at his coffee as he surveyed her form in the bed. She was breathing regular. She rolled over and emitted a soft whimpering cry in her sleep. At the same time her body sort of flinched back.

"What happened to you, girl?" John asked himself, softly.

He finished his coffee in a gulp and went back to work.

About Seven o-clock that evening, he smelled food cooking. He finished up what he was doing, then washed up.

Theresa was in the kitchen.

To John's discomfort, she wore her sports bra as a halter top. Thankfully, the baggy warm-ups still covered her lower body.

"How was the nap, What's cookin?" John inquired, averting his eyes.

"Pretty good. Don't know why I'm so tired. I just woke up hungry. I heard you banging around out there so I started digging. Sit down and rest, It's almost done."

"You're tired because of your concussion. It's the bodies natural reaction to getting thumped around."

"I got thumped around lots before, it never made me feel like sleeping."

"Want to talk about it... The black eye and bruises."

"What's to talk about? My stepfather alternated between

beating and pumping me."

"That why you were out on the road? You ran away?" "Pretty

much."

"How long has that been going on?"

"Since I got my tits, when I was twelve."

"He's been abusing you since you were twelve? Why didn't you call the cops?"

 "Thirteen actually. He forced me to suck him before that.... Cops didn't seem like a good idea. My mother loved the guy.... I guess more than me. She sort of helped him."

 "Ouch!.... So where are you headed? Do you have friends somewhere?"

 Theresa was quiet for a while before answering: "I don't

know where I'm going. I just, had to get out... "

"I can understand that."

"Can you?" Theresa asked sharply.

"Maybe not." John replied softly.

"Sorry, You didn't deserve that." Theresa said.

"No problem. I didn't take it personal."

 "Good..... You're about the only friend I've got right now."

 "No others?" John asked.

 "Oh, I guess my friend Cindy, but she's in a situation as bad as I was, maybe worse."

 "So what's eats?" John asked to change the subject.

 "Parmesan Chicken with Broccoli, I couldn't find any *fresh* vegetables."

 "You can cook! Sorry but it's a bit far to the market."

 "Yes, I'm a good cook. My mother wasn't much good at it so I

had to learn."

"Seems your mother wasn't good at much."

"Oh, at some things...." Theresa trailed off.

She busied herself setting the table.

"What to drink?" She asked.

"Well, I don't suppose it would hurt you to have a little wine. You're pretty much grown up already."

 "That would be nice. I saw a bottle in the fridge."

 John chuckled: "No, for this meal I'll pull out a special one. I use the one in the fridge for cooking. It's not a very good one."

 "I wouldn't know the difference."

 "I do. Learned that before I ever got rich."

 John went in search of a bottle from the unheated area where he kept it. He returned with a light Chablis.

 Theresa watched in fascination as he uncorked it. He examined the cork, but didn't sniff it. He poured barely a mouthful in two wine glasses. He swirled his glass around and then lifted it to his nose. He sniffed it and smiled, then sipped a bit. He sloshed it around in his mouth and finally swallowed. He smiled once more and nodded to Theresa.

 She did her best to follow his example. When her own smile spread, John poured a larger amount into both of their glasses.

 The meal proceeded nicely. Theresa had a tendency to gulp her wine, but that would change with time.

 John found himself thinking he would like her to stay around. Theresa was thinking along the same lines. Neither said anything about it at the time.

 The food was excellent. Theresa was a *good* cook. After dinner John bussed the dishes, loaded the dishwasher and started it.

Theresa found containers and stored a few leftovers. She was a little bit tipsy. John was too.

"So what's to do around here for entertainment?" Theresa asked, slurring a bit.

"TV in the communications room up by the first floor. Haven't found a path to string all the lines down here for the satellite control yet."

"You've got *satellite* TV?"

"Yup" chuckled John, "And high speed Internet access too."

"I heard something about that, but I don't know what it is."

"Come on, I'll show you."

"Any wine left?"

"Another bottle of the same... I guess that it would be alright."

John snatched the other bottle and opened it. Then they rode the elevator up to the communications room.

John had put a large comfortable sofa in it where he could lay and watch TV.

Instead of cranking up the TV, he fired up the computer. He showed Theresa how to get access to anything she wanted.

"But I don't know what's out there, so I don't know where I want to go." Theresa said.

"Oh, there is that. Most the time it's just fun to pick a subject and do a search on it. Like this.... Pick a subject"

"Sex!"

"Too big, you need to be more specific."

"Uh... I'll have to think about it. How about Sex & Wine."

"That should narrow it down a bunch. Lets see..... 287 hits, narrow it some more."

"Sex, Wine and older men." Theresa said, her hand on John's

collar.

"Behave yourself.... That brought 23 responses."

"Lets see."

John clicked on each and every entry.

They read a history of Wine making and the use of sex in advertisement. There were graphic postings in the news groups about erotic encounters between older men and younger women under the influence of wine. There was a site that was devoted to the evils of wine and sex.

They stumbled over a support group for victims of incest. John set a marker on that and showed Theresa how to recall it. She changed the subject by jumping to a different location.

They bounced all over the world, chasing any tangent. Theresa was having a ball.

"Doesn't this cost you a bunch?" she asked.

"Not really. You can get slower service for as little as $15 a month."

"Really?"

"Yeah, There just happened to be a high speed line already

run to here when I bought the place. Otherwise it would have

cost me a fortune to get the same service." "Neat... Show me

how to work the satellite."

"Okay... What do you want to watch?"

"Lets find a nice sappy movie."

John fired up the satellite and poked around a bunch of channels he knew of. He stumbled on a romantic comedy he had seen before. Theresa stopped him there.

 They both sat on the sofa. Theresa leaned back against John like he was her boyfriend. He didn't *seem* to notice, but he was *very* aware of her young body leaning against his.

 They downed the rest of the wine over the course of the movie. John became more reclined and Theresa more snugly as time passed. Finally they were both laying flat out, side by side on the Sofa. Theresa's head tucked into John's arm. They both couldn't help but be aware of the bulge in John's pants.

 The movie ended with the couples heading off to bed. John

started to get up to do the same. Theresa pushed him back

down.

"Talk to me." Theresa said.

"What about?"

"Well... *Us*."

"Us?"

"Yah... Look, I know you don't really like me."

"What on earth gave you that idea?" John interrupted. "Cause I've virtually thrown myself at you since I woke up here. I can tell by your pants you're not dead, so you must not like me!"

 "I can assure you, that's not the case. You're just 15 years old."

 "But I'm really good in bed."

"You may well be, but I'm almost three times your age."

"Shut up and let me talk."

"Okay."

"Like I said; I think I'm really good in bed and... you said yourself at dinner that I was pretty much grown up. .... Well what I'm trying to say is that I'd like to stay around here for a while, but I don't have any money to pay you with. So how about I *do* you whenever you want, and you let me stay here awhile." Theresa finished her speech bravely, but dropped her eyes at the end.

 "Can I talk now?"

 "Yes......." she said meekly.

 "Okay, Item One. I think you're gorgeous, just too young. Two. You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like. I don't need any money."

 "But I don't want to owe you."

 "Shut up, you said I could talk. You wouldn't owe me. And you don't have to *do me* as you say. You're welcome to stay with no strings attached."

 "Really?"

 "Really!"

 "I knew you didn't like me.... Okay, I'll leave tomorrow." Theresa said, starting to sob.

 "What the hell are you talking about? If I didn't like you, would I have asked you to stay?"

 "You won't sleep with me!"

 "You're *fifteen!*"

 "And you're forty-three. So what? In ten years you'll be fifty-three and I'll be twenty-five, nobody would bat an eye over us."

 "That's in ten years! I'm talking about now."

 "Look, what's worse; me freely giving myself to you, or my stepfather taking me at his leisure and beating me for it?"

 "Uh... "

 "See."

 "I'll tell you what. You want to stay, I want you to stay. You don't want to owe me, I need a cook. You can cook. You're hired. As of this evenings meal."

 "Okay... but I still want to sleep with you."

 "You don't have much choice, I've only got one bed."

 "You know what I mean!"

 "Yes I do, No! Do you want the job or not?"

 Theresa looked at him a moment and nodded.

 "Good. Welcome aboard. I can afford to pay you... lets

see, a private cook in a remote location. How about

twenty-five thousand a year for starters."

"Twenty five thousand!!?, That's too much."

"That's what the job pays, take it or move on."

"Well since you put it that way. I'll take it."

"Good lets go to bed."

"You mean you've changed your mind?"

"No, I'm tired."

"Damn!"

They stumbled to the elevator in each others arms. When they reached the bedroom Theresa unceremoniously stripped nude and hopped in bed.

 John sighed. Finally he shrugged and did the same.

 Theresa snuggled to his side.

 John felt himself growing again but tried to ignore it. The wine helped him slip away before he had to deal with it. He woke once during the night. Theresa was shivering and whimpering in her sleep. John pulled her gently to him and held her till she was breathing easier. Then fell asleep that way.

 Chapter 5

 John awoke horny as hell in an empty bed. The light was on in the kitchen. He could hear Theresa humming to herself. John made a quick trip to the bathroom and relieved himself. Then jumped back into bed.

 Theresa rounded the corner with his breakfast.

 "Breakfast in bed? I hired a cook, not a slave. I'll come to the table."

 "No you won't. This is just to pay you back, for bringing it to me yesterday."

 Theresa was wearing her skimpy bikini panties, her sports bra and her tennis shoes. She had a small apron on in front that hardly hid much.

 "Nice outfit."

 "Nobody here but us chickens. You did a good job with the heating. This feels comfortable. Even got my shoes on so we can finish the tour after breakfast... If you *want* to that is."

 "Fine with me. If you want to run around half naked, who am I to complain."

"No, I'd like to run around *all* naked. But if you're not going to take advantage of it, what's the use?"

"Suit yourself."

"*I do!* Now eat before it gets cold."

John knew when he was beaten. He dove into his breakfast.

 Afterwards he gave her the grand tour, taking special care to take her topside in the skimpy outfit. It was in the low 40's outside. John took his time showing her each of the unheated outbuildings and the solar array. Her nipples looked like small marbles under her sports bra when they finally went inside, but she never uttered a peep of complaint.

 John explained his plans as he went along; A *complete* workshop where you could make *anything*. A deluxe communications center. Food storage area, farming equipment storage. Huge Bedrooms, semi-huge bedrooms. Library, game room. Railed Shafts would bring sunlight down to any room from a tracking mirror on the surface.

 Theresa went nuts over the pool. She peeled off her shoes and jumped in. She shrieked from the temperature. John kept it cool to keep the algae down until he finished the filter system.

 John fought himself every night for the next three days. Theresa turned out to be a pretty good cook. Otherwise he tried to stay away from her. She slept a lot, which made this easier to do. When not asleep or cooking Theresa amused herself at the computer or watched the television.

It took Theresa just those three days to get her wish. That night they lay snuggled together. They were both nude. John over half drifted into sleep. Theresa was fully aware of his male body snuggled to her.

Theresa wiggled her behind a bit against his manhood and John began to grow. She continued her motions until he was fully erect. She gently pushed him onto his back and moved over him. She guided his now larger member into herself.

She was a full dozen strokes into it, when John finally awoke to find himself erect and Theresa riding his hips. Her warmth around his member and firm young body were too much for him to resist. He pulled her down into a deep kiss. She really wasn't too bad for her age.

After that John didn't fight it. He didn't play the puppy love games during the day, but he also didn't resist her during the night. After the first time, he did insist that they use prophylactics until he could get to town and have his tubes snicked. This would have to be soon, as he only had a couple of dozen. Purchased just after he'd won the lottery.

Actually they were going to have to head to town earlier to fulfill her feminine product needs. About the time Theresa started getting bloaty and ornery John realized the trip was mandatory.

Luckily it was between storms so they could get the sports car down the road.

"If anybody gets curious, call me daddy." John said.

"Oh please don't spank me daddy! Can't you hurt me that other way instead?" Theresa snickered.

"Behave yourself, or I'll leave you in town!" John said.

"Yes Sir!" Theresa snapped to attention.

"Oh god, just don't get me hanged..... and please don't mention anything to anybody about the silo. I *like* not being known."

"Okay, you got it."

Theresa fell asleep before they made it off the dirt road. The mud was getting thick enough that John planned on picking up the Landcruiser.

He woke Theresa when he got into town. They made a stop at the store for her needs first, then stopped in a restaurant for lunch. Theresa headed for the bathroom and John for the phone booth just after they ordered.

John made an appointment for later in the day with a local doctor, and checked on the Landcruiser. It was ready. They ate a leisurely lunch and then went to pick up the 'Cruiser.

She was a beauty! Even Theresa thought so. She had her fun moment when she jumped up and down and shouted: "Oh thank you Daddy!", threw her arms around John and kissed him hard on the lips.

The guys in the shop raised their eyebrows. John smacked her butt with an audible slap. She yelped and behaved from then on out.

Next stop was to pick up the license tags. The shops had done all they could in this direction, but they couldn't sign the papers for John. He wasted a full hour in the DMV. It was time for John's appointment when he got out. Theresa couldn't drive yet so she had to wait while the procedure was being done. He was in the office a long time.

The doctor told John "The more you use it, the quicker it will feel better."

"Don't think that will be a problem." said John paying the bill.

As John walked *slowly* out, the doctor looked past him to the girl in the passenger seat of the Landcruiser. He muttered to himself: "I'll bet. Damn good thing he got them cut."

Next stop was to the Mall for a shopping spree for Theresa. John walking slowly along as Theresa flitted back and forth between the stores. He had given her an advance on her wages, mostly cause she hadn't been there very long and an advance was the only condition Theresa would accept it under. Even so they somehow ended up with several -of each- of the things that Theresa liked. She didn't seem to notice.

They couldn't think of any way to pull off a joint trip into Victoria's Secret, so she wrote down her sizes and they walked in separately. She selected a few things. He selected a lot. The sales lady eyed him with dissatisfaction. He ignored her. It was none of her damned business what he bought with his money. Whether she approved or not.

He hung to the side counting his change while Theresa made her purchases. Then he said to her: "How'd you like to come over to my place and try some of these on for me?"

Theresa smiled at him and said: "I think I'd like that!" as she picked up her package from the speechless saleswoman.

They walked out arm in arm. Busting out laughing as soon as they rounded the corner.

John directed her into a top quality dress shop and bought her one that she looked nothing less than dynamite in. Next he took her by a well known chain store and stocked up on shorts, jeans and basic wardrobe items that every girl her age needed in quantity.

Their purchases amounted to well over a thousand dollars. They carted them out to the 'Cruiser and headed for the grocery store.

They bought every canned, frozen and fresh vegetable known to man. Plus a great deal of beef, chicken, turkey, pork and lamb. Next came massive quantities of every type pasta, rice, beans and grains and finally basic stocks of flour and other baking goods. Just for the hell of it John purchased one each of every type spice. Theresa took a basket and raided the soup section. The cruiser was loaded to the roof by the time they finished. Just for safety, John bought an entire case of the tampons Theresa had purchased earlier, and four dozen rubbers he intended to use until he was certain he was shooting blanks.

Lastly John rented a car tow trailer. The kind the front wheels ride in. Then it was back to the shop to pick up the sports car.

It was almost dark, they got a to-go meal as they had to get the frozen foods into the freezer.

They headed out of town with a *full load* test of the new engine modifications. John was very pleased with the new gear ratio.

Theresa fell asleep once again on the way out of town. She woke up in time for the last five miles of dirt road. The old four wheel drive never faltered, even towing the sports car. John had locked in the hubs when they hit the dirt road.

Theresa unloaded while John stowed and winterized the Sports car. He tarped it over and moved the Landcruiser into the garage. He added a dip-stick heater and then joined Theresa inside. She was all over him the second the door opened on the apartment.

"What the Hell?" gasped John.

"The doctor told you the more you used it, the better!"

"Later, we've got things to put away."

"Done."

"Okay, all that stuff to pack into the freezer."

"Done"

"But what about your period?"

"Light flow. We'll do it in the shower if we need to!"

"We've got to..."

"Done! No excuses. I want you bad! Strip off now!" Theresa commanded.

 "Oh shit..." John muttered as he resigned himself to the situation.

 Theresa hardly let him out of the bed for the next week.

 Chapter 6

 One of the first projects that Theresa asked John to work on -when she finally let him get back to work- was the swimming pool. John wanted to work on the woodworking for the kitchen, but he postponed it long enough to explain to Theresa what needed to be done. She jumped in with both feet and was soon fitting pipes and drilling mounts.

 John stopped by often enough to keep her out of trouble, but pretty much let her do it for herself. He worked on the filter unit himself. He didn't want to treat the water as he intended it to be an emergency water source. Instead he filtered it through charcoal filters and then passed it through a strong ultra violet light to kill any bacteria.

 Theresa smiled from ear to ear when the pool showed signs of warming up. John didn't bother to tell her about the instant jump in humidity inside the Silo, nor about his efforts to deal with it. He had to totally redirect the airflow pattern for the whole silo to get rid of it, while still maintaining fresh air and heat to the rest of the place.

 Finally he got back to the kitchen project. Theresa dealt another blow to progress when she stopped by to model one of the outfits John had selected from Victoria's Secret. He took her on the floor of the kitchen, amid sawdust and wood chips. She didn't seem to notice. She had all the symptoms of really being in love for the first time. He met her with breakfast in bed for her sixteenth birthday. He produced a bunch of trinkets she hadn't *seemed to* notice him buying on their buying spree. She kept him in bed the whole day.

The first chink in their happiness came when Theresa made a

call to her girlfriend Cindy.

She came back shaken and mopey.

"Okay, what's wrong."

"Uh, John. Can I hire an assistant?" she said absently. "What? Am I working you too hard?" John asked, chuckling. "No silly. It's my friend Cindy. She *really* needs to get out of there. I thought that maybe I could hire her and pay her out of my salary."

 "You want to bring her *here?*"

 "Uh-huh. She doesn't really have any place else to go either."

 John was quiet for a moment before he answered: "Theresa, this isn't a home for wayward girls you know. I could get into serious trouble just for having you here."

"I know, but I'm just so worried about her."

"She doesn't have any relatives who would take her in?"

"No, not really. Not that wouldn't be worse."

"What's the problem with her folks?"

"They're abusing her!"

"Sexually?"

"Sexually, physically, mentally. And they're her *real* folks. At least with me it was *mostly* my stepfather." John

said: "Well, let me think about it, Okay?"

".. *Please!*"

"I told you, I'd think about it."

John did think about it. For two whole days. He could see that Theresa wasn't going to like it too much if he told her no. He wasn't likely to like it if he said yes. Finally he gave her an answer.

 "If you let me finish the kitchen, then the two of us can work on a room for her.... and you can't let her know exactly where this place is till she gets here."

 "I still don't exactly know myself."

 "Fine, she will meet us in a different city and take a long twisting ride all the way back here."

 "What for?"

 "Because I said so. But mostly because I'm not about to leave my future in the hands of a sixteen-year old girl I never met. She's going to have to run away to get here. We can send her money to do it, but she'll have to run away none the less. It's against the law for me to harbor a run away."

 "But you *harbor* me!"

 "Not the point. I know you, *now!* It was a total fluke that you're here at all. If she comes it will be deliberate. Not the same thing at all."

 "But.."

"Those are my terms, take them or leave them."

"Okay... I guess. When can she come."

"Not for at least a month."

"A MONTH! But... "

"That's life! I didn't create her situation. I'm going out of my way to solve it for her."

 "She didn't create her situation either."

 "I don't have the emotional energy or resources to be responsible for everybody in a bad situation. Do you accept the terms?"

"I guess I have to." Theresa glared at him and stomped away.

 That night she was cold to his advances.

"This is bullshit!" John told her, "I'm not the bad guy here. I've gone out of my way to make things right for you. Now you're asking me to do the same for another. I'm going to do it. But I don't like it. I'm not a charity organization."

"I told you I'd pay her."

"To do what? What's she skilled at?"

"To help me!"

"Fine. I told you I'd let her come. Either stop mopping or forget the whole thing."

 It took a few days for Theresa to come around. She found him working in the kitchen.

 "I'm sorry." she said.

 "That's okay."

 "No it's not. I thought about what you said. You're not a charity. This is your dream house. I'm just here cause I happened to jump in front of you."

 "That's why you were here to start with. That's not why you're here now."

 "Why am I here now?"

 "I guess because you want to be."

 "And what do you want?"

 "I want to finish my house and live in it in peace. But if you're asking why I let you be here, I guess..... it's because I love you."

 "You do."

 "Yes."

 Theresa broke out into tears. John took off his work apron and carried her down stairs. They made love for the rest of the afternoon and well into the night.

Theresa rested her head on John's shoulder and traced her fingernails in small circles upon his chest. His one hand rested on her back, the other lay around one of her breasts. He breathed the slow regular breath of sleep.

Something had changed in their relationship. Something serious. She was somewhat surprised to find herself in love with the man. She hadn't intended to be. She hadn't given it all that much thought really. She had told herself that it wasn't really the money -which it wasthat had led her attraction to him. But each day her fondness for him grew stronger. Now it held her like a chain.

John had changed himself during this time. His lovemaking had changed with him. He was more aggressive. That night he had been in total control. He lifted her to a higher level of passion than she had even guessed could have existed. Then he kept her there for hours. Each climax built upon the last. Each time he held her on the edge until every nerve ending in her body screamed for release. When his actions began to border on cruelty he would trigger one massive orgasm after another. Then he was there on the other side to catch her fall with his soft caresses and kisses. His tongue knew every inch of her now, and he could use it mercilessly. He controlled her body and soul.

Theresa felt afraid; she didn't have a clue where to begin to return that sort of passion. She had never had to -or even wanted to- before. Certainly not with most others she's had sex with. With them it had been a release; for them usually. Before John she had only known an orgasm as a form of torture from...... She shivered. John pulled her close to him and she wept against his shoulder.

The next day, after she cooked breakfast, John went to work in the kitchen. Theresa went directly to the communications room and logged onto the Internet. She began searching for information on how to please a man. There really was surprisingly little.

Among the best she found, was an old translation of the Karma Sutra. She also found a few articles in the news groups about eastern sexual techniques. some made reference to some exercises that women can do to develop better control their vagina's.

"Control of their vagina's?" Theresa pondered. The most exotic things she knew how to do, was to climb on top and ride a man till he popped off. Or give him fellatio .... - she had thought before her reading. Some of the articles talked about oral sex techniques she had no clue about. She got so enthralled she forgot about time and missed making John's lunch.

"Hey Cutie. Do I have to hire me another cook?" John said when he located her.

Theresa near jumped right out of her skin. She hastily closed the files she was reading and jumped up to make his lunch. He caught her as she tried to rush past and kissed her as passionately as she had ever been kissed. After the things she had been reading she was more than receptive. John's lunch had to wait even longer.

Progress on the kitchen went well considering that John's sexual *appetite* seemed to be getting stronger every day. Theresa thrived on it. She also studied the new information that she had downloaded *real hard.* Their lovemaking became more intense with each session. John seemed thrilled with Theresa's *sudden* new talents.

Finally the kitchen was completed and the two of them descended to the second story above the pool. The first would be *their* bedroom; the *whole* floor (with a trap door into the pool). A portion of the second would be Cindy's, shared with a new laundry room and a large bathroom.

The two of them worked shoulder to shoulder to complete the floor. Theresa definitely understood the need for a separate bathroom. It didn't take too long to lay the floor and partition the level. Then the whole silo reeked for days as after they painted Cindy's room. John had made a trip to town to return the car trailer and picked out a queen-sized water bed and some furniture. He had to re-commission the flatbed to pick it up.

Once the silo was aired out and their headaches went away, John told Theresa to make the arrangements with Cindy. Theresa showed her appreciation by treating him to two days worth of her new studies in one session.

Chapter 7

John softly cupped a breast and gently kissed the nipple. Theresa stirred in her afterglow. It was actually a week later. Her and John seemed to sense their coming reduction of privacy, and thus had each tried to murder the other with sex.

They had just finished a marathon bout, consisting of twelve hours of mixed sleep and sex, and were both *bombed* on natural endorphins. Neither one of them could speak very well.

"Huey Yu, tim tu wag up." John mumbled. His tongue sore to it's roots.

(He had a tendency to get a little over zealous in it's use, trying to extend it farther than it wanted to go. The result was a ripping of the skin membrane on the underside. This wasn't extremely painful, but it did make it harder to talk.)

This statement elicited only a soft moan from Theresa. John responded by softly sucking at the nipple he had been kissing. He repeated his message between sucks. "Huey Yu, tim tu wag up."

Theresa smiled in her sleep.

John forced his sore tongue to lick around the nipple and then shift sides so the other one *wouldn't get lonely*. Fat chance, as both of their nipples and their genitals were getting quite raw from the past week's usage.

Theresa half giggled in a light sleep.

John sighed. He finally mustered up the energy and began to lick his way down. He made a left turn at her navel and then followed along her left hip bone into the natural turnpike straight down to happy valley. He wasted no time with the scenic route as he zeroed in on her love button.

Normally he would have taken his time approaching the area. Now he delved in without mercy and thrashed it from side to side with the tip of his tongue, diverting from this attack just long enough to take several long, slow, full lengthwise swipes at it.

Theresa sat halfway up in an involuntary gasp of pleasure.

"Hey you, it's time to wake up!" John repeated. (The calisthenics seemed to have loosened his tongue a bit.)

Theresa grabbed him by the hair and held him there as her gasp subsided.

John responded by providing her with another… then another…, continuing on mercilessly till her gasps turned into pleading screams.

John tripped her over the edge with a final flurry of flicks from his ferocious tongue then sat back and slipped into a redneck vernacular and said: "*Yo! You awake yet bitch?*"

Between sobbing gasps for air Theresa managed to say; "Yes... dear,... I... guess....so...... {gasp, sob}."

John kind of chuckled to himself and said: "I was just kind of wondering... Just to give you some kind of warning that we *have* to leave sometime in the next couple of hours. If we don't, Cindy's gonna land in a strange city with nobody to meet her."

It took about two more gasps for it to register on Theresa. Suddenly she gasped hard one last time and sat up saying "TWO HOURS! I've got to get ready!"

She attempted to jump out of bed, but she couldn't stand very well, let alone walk.

John grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms. She fought a bit, but realized finally that she was in no condition to rush. She settled back into his arms and pulled his head into a kiss. Her own aroma filled her nostrils. She quivered a bit involuntarily from the memory it triggered. He kissed her tenderly as he caressed her body back into a state that was capable of hurrying.

The man was phenomenal! Theresa thought to herself. She felt the love rushes charging through her body. She was hooked solid.

John held her long enough to reach the best compromise between sleep and excited once more. Then he guided her into the shower. He would have lots of time for his while she decided what she would wear.

He walked nude into the kitchen and poured a mug of coffee, savoring the aroma from his mustache between sips. He poured and doctored one for Theresa -who had acquired a taste for it- and slipped it onto the counter in the bathroom.

He sipped his own and again savored the aroma from his mustache as he admired the slim, firm body behind the glass. He set his down and went to join her.

Two hours and *fifteen minutes* later they were scooting down the muddy road towards the main highway.

The drive to Salt Lake City where they had booked Cindy to fly into, was far enough away that John easily made up the fifteen minutes once they made the highway. He opened up the Landcruiser and let it sail, not flat out as the engine modifications were still breaking in, but fast enough to make Theresa a little nervous.

She rode with her fingers in the back of his hair. Her eyes mostly on him. Her thoughts were of him, as well as what her life was like before him. Every so often her thoughts would drift to Cindy. Would John change Cindy's life as much as he had hers? Did she *want* him to? Should she tell John about her and Cindy?

An hour or so before John *roused* Theresa to consciousness, Cindy had silently slipped out of her house. Her few prized keepsakes and some clothes stuffed into a backpack.

She had made her way as directed to the Western Union office where she received some traveling cash. She then caught a cab -her first ride- to the airport. She gave her name at the counter and received a pre-paid ticket. Half an hour later the plane boarded.

Twenty minutes later she was in the air, leaving the city of her birth, bound for a destination she didn't know. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked out the window, but she trusted her friend. They had *too much* in common not to. The tears didn't last. A stewardess inquired over her needs, but Cindy just shook her head and looked out the window.

John and Theresa pulled into the airport just about the time Cindy's plane set down. They parked in short term parking and the two of them walked up to the gate, passing easily through the metal detectors. John's knowledge of this particular airport saved them the hassle of a missed connection. They were standing by the side as Cindy walked off the plane, carrying her only bag. She spotted Theresa and rushed into her arms.

The two just hugged each other for a long time. Tears streamed down both their cheeks. Finally Cindy pulled back to look at Theresa.

"I didn't really believe it was true, until the moment I saw you. And Damn you're looking fine girl!" Cindy said.

"Yeah, love does that." Theresa mused.

"Love?" inquired Cindy, looking over at John.

John stood to one side, slightly embarrassed.

"Yeah, love. Cindy I'd like you to meet my very good friend and mentor John."

 "Nice to meet you Cindy." John said, extending his hand.

 "Nice to meet you too." Cindy replied, but looking dubious. (Who the hell is this OLD MAN? she was thinking. Theresa had said he was *older*, but this old?)

 "Any luggage?" John inquired.

 "Just this." Cindy replied, proffering her backpack.

 John offered her his hand and Cindy reluctantly handed her backpack into his keeping. She kept an eye on him though, as she walked arm in arm with Theresa through the airport.

 John was doing his best *not* to keep an eye on Cindy. She was *too* cute. She was just sixteen, but had full firm breasts and a slim body accentuated with a very sexy widening of her hips. This didn't seem to affect the size of her backside, which seemed to be nigh on perfect. Her long dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and breasts. She shook it back as she walked. Her face was adorable. John wondered how he was going to be able to live with her and Theresa wandering around the Silo.

 When they got to the car, John turned to Cindy and addressed her: "Originally I'd intended that you should be blindfolded. I don't really want to do that, and I doubt that you want it either. In exchange I will accept your word, that you will never reveal to another person the location of our home to which we are taking you."

 Cindy studied him for a minute. She still didn't trust him, even though he had made possible her escape from her own private hell. She distrusted his motives in doing so. Now he was offering to *trust her*. She looked to Theresa for guidance. She however was strangely distant, but she nodded to her.

 "OK" Cindy said.

 "I have your word?" John persisted.

 Cindy looked once more to Theresa. She could tell that they were both serious. She wondered what the outcome would be if she refused. She shivered a bit at the thought of being sent back. She took a deep breath and said: "You have my word, that I shall never reveal the location or existence of your home to another person."

 John looked at her a moment. He wasn't so sure that she understood how serious he thought the situation was.

 He explained: "Consider my point of view; you are a minor. No matter what bad situation you were in, I've just conspired for you to run away. Because of my age, and yours, the law would probably consider this an abduction.

 "My home is my dream. I value both my freedom and my happiness. I don't mind helping you out of a bad situation, but I do not wish to give up my home or my freedom as a result of that. Theresa has chosen to stay with me of her own free will.

 "You have absolute freedom to do as you please as well. Instead of accompanying us, if you wish I will give you some money and you are free to go your own way, without obligation to either myself or Theresa. Should you choose to accompany us however, all I ask is that you keep the location and existence of where we take you a secret. A *permanent* secret. Now do I have your word?"

 Cindy was quiet for a moment. His offer of money and freedom had changed her image of him considerably. Also the mention of Theresa's freely staying with him. She nodded her head and said solemnly: "Yes, you have my word."

 "Fine. Let's go." was all John said.

 Theresa climbed into the back with Cindy as there wasn't room for three up front.

 "Feel like something to eat? I do." John said.

 The other two nodded. They were already chatting away like the two teenagers that they were. The chatter made John feel decidedly old and wondering just how the hell he'd gotten into all this.

 As it would be a while before they got back to town, John made a stop at the grocery store for a supply of Cindy's preferred female products and a few extra items for the kitchen.

 This was different, thought Cindy. Nobody had ever *asked* her what brand of toilet paper or vegetables she preferred before.

 Chinese to go was a bit hard to eat on the road, so they got burgers & fries to stave off their immediate hunger and a large order of Chinese to go for when they got home.

 Cindy and Theresa hardly stopped their chatter the whole way. When John finally pulled onto the dirt road in the middle of nowhere, Cindy was a bit regretful she hadn't paid more attention to the landscape. Theresa now had a general idea where the silo was, but Cindy didn't have a clue where they were. Even with her promise, John had taken a long twisting path back that was more monotonous. By the time they had passed through the nearest city, it was well after dark.

When John pulled into the razor wire fenced compound and drove up to the small structures Cindy wondered just what she had gotten herself into. When they descended into the silo however, she was amazed and lost in wonderment. The kitchen was the nicest she had ever seen, with every luxury device known to man.

A trip down to her room further changed her feelings. It was lovely... but somehow lonely. It was roomier than her bedroom at home and much nicer furnished. There was a large supply of very nice clothing in the closets and drawers. Still, it seemed somehow more like a cell than a room. She finally put her finger on it when she realized there were no windows. Of course not, it was underground. She wondered idly if she would ever get to see the sun again. Theresa distracted her by dragging her on a tour of the rest of the Silo.

John retired to the kitchen to re-heat the Chinese food. He knew that the girls needed time alone to talk. He *intended* to give them all the privacy they needed.

Almost as soon as they were out of earshot Cindy blurted out: "So what the hell's the deal with John?"

"What about him?" Theresa replied.

"What about him?! Well first off, he's *OLD*!" Cindy

exclaimed.

"Not that old, he's forty three."

"Forty three! You're only sixteen"

"So? I love him."

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Well... I don't know. He's just so... *old*." Cindy replied.

 Theresa just chuckled, then said: "I thought so too, at the first. But he was such a dear gentleman I just fell for him head over heels. I guess it didn't hurt that he's rich, though."

"How rich?"

"Fourteen Million." Theresa replied absently.

"Fourt.... did you say *MILLION*?"

Theresa chuckled. "Yup."

"Well... but he's still old."

Theresa kept chuckling but said: "Look, I love the man. I'd love him even if he didn't have any money. He's an incredible lover too, and so gentle. He'd never hurt a soul.

 He's also the reason that you are here. You knew that before you came. So cut him some slack, will ya."

 "I'm sorry.... I guess I just didn't expect this." Cindy said.

 "What did you expect?" Theresa asked.

 "I don't know.. anything. As long as it was different."

 "This is about as different as it gets!" Theresa chuckled.

"I can't argue with that."

They both had a good laugh over that.Theresa showed Cindy the pool. She went nuts over it. "Can we go for a swim?"

"Anytime, but lets eat dinner first. Come on, I'll show you our apartment. We stay there while we work on the rest of the place."

 "We?"

 "Yes, we. John is showing me how to do carpentry. I'm helping him, but I think I'm mostly in the way. He's a patient dear though."

 "You really *do* love him, don't you?" Cindy asked.

 "Yes. This is our bedroom, over there is the old kitchen and in there is the bath." Theresa said the last with a little smirk of a smile. She was remembering just before they'd left to retrieve Cindy.

 She turned to her friend, pulled her into her arms and said: "Now my sweet. Do you think that you'll like staying here?"

 "That depends..." Cindy said, reaching down to cup Theresa's ass cheeks.

 "And what would that depend on?" Theresa said as she descended to lightly kiss her friend.

 As she pulled back Cindy replied: "Why on this of course." and pulled Theresa back into a deeper kiss.

 This one lasted a long time. Finally Theresa pulled back and said: "Well?"

 "Yes, I think I'm gonna like it here. I might even develop a taste for *old men* myself." Cindy teased.

 "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Theresa said, half joking. She hadn't really thought about Cindy and John. The concept was new to her. She wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"Just teasing *lover*." Cindy said, but she wasn't really.

She pulled Theresa back into another deep kiss to cover her thoughts.

When they finally parted, Theresa said: "Come on, we'll have lots of time for this. Lets go eat."

John had set the table and had all the food set out when they entered the kitchen.

"Not so sure about this assistant deal. Two cooks and I end up doing the preparation." he teased.

"Huh?" said Cindy, looking between them.

Theresa explained: "Officially, I'm the cook. You are my assistant. I pay you out of my salary."

"Pay me? What for?"

"Cause your gonna help me keep this *old man* fed." Theresa chuckled, but her eyes were filled with love for John as she said it.

"Lets eat." John said, ignoring the dig.

Over dinner Cindy and John got better aquatinted. She found that he had a fast wit and a disarming manner. John was talking about his plans for the Silo. Theresa's hand strayed to John's on occasion, as if to establish her territory. This wasn't lost on Cindy. She didn't mind. She'd bide her time.

"*Fourteen million*... and not *too* old" she thought to herself.

After dinner Theresa jumped up to clean up. John stopped her saying that he'd finish as it only entailed loading the dishwasher and throwing the rest away.

Theresa gave him a giant kiss for a thank you and said: "Cindy and I are gonna take a swim, Okay?" her eyes told him she meant *alone*.

John chuckled, but took the hint. "Sure, I'm gonna go Net surfing. Come on up to the Com room when your done. And be careful, you just ate."

Theresa kissed him again -again as thanks- and tugged Cindy by the hand towards the pool. As soon as they were out of sight her hand dropped to Cindy's ass. Cindy's hand found hers.

They reached the pool and Theresa started to strip off her clothes.

"No suits?" Cindy inquired.

"What for? John won't bother us. He knows we're gonna swim in the nude. That's why he wouldn't bother us, because you're here."

"All the more reason why he *would* bother us." Cindy said,

sarcastically.

"You don't know John."

"No, I don't." Cindy said, stripping off her own clothes.

"You will." Theresa replied, and dove in.

Cindy looked after her and mumbled "That's for sure and the both of you together too."

 She watched Theresa's lithe body in the water and dove in after her. She came up under her and the giggling started. It hardly stopped for quite some time.

 Chapter 8

 John was being considerably less honorable than Theresa gave him credit for. He was a little suspicious of Cindy. He didn't log onto the Internet. He fired up some circuitry that Theresa didn't know about.

 When John bought the silo he discovered that the government was far more paranoid than any individual. The entire silo was wired for both sound, and vision.

 There were camera's hidden in the walls, between pipes, under overhangs and anywhere else somebody could think of to put one.

 The road into the silo had sensors buried in it almost all the way back the thirty miles to the main road and there were personnel sensors surrounding the silo for three miles in all directions.

 John had reactivated some of the circuits before Theresa ever came along. He could tell if a car got within ten miles of the silo. He wasn't paranoid enough to bother with the personnel sensors that were buried in a perimeter around the place. If anybody wanted to walk across the desert to sneak up on him, then let them.

 John activated the internal surveillance cameras and scanned through the channels until he found the lower silo segments. He made a note of correct channels whenever he stumbled on one. Some of the camera's had actually been covered over by his construction. Others showed useless views. Several of the Camera's were actually below the water level of the pool.

 The cameras themselves were buried deep in the wall, with a fiber optic bundle leading to the surface of the Silo. A tiny dot was all that showed of them. The system must have cost a bloody fortune. The cost of repairing a bad camera was the only possible reason for the vast number of them. John had actually dug one out. It was a miniaturized miracle. Totally solid state with top quality CCD technology. They must have been updated and replaced just before the government sold the silo. Each unit could resolve well into the infrared region. John supposed that some of the mass of wiring he didn't know the use for led to infrared emitters mounted in the walls for illumination. He didn't need any of this as visible light illuminated every area he wished to view.

He reached out and punched in a tape to the VCR, which recorded whatever he was looking at.

John had the right channels picked out long before Theresa and Cindy arrived at the pool. He casually watched as Theresa stripped off her clothes. He noted with curiosity how Cindy watched Theresa as she disrobed.

Feeling a little guilty, he watched *very* closely as Cindy stripped off her own clothes. He barely listened to their conversation. His gaze fixed on Cindy's sleek nude body. She was as lovelier than he'd imagined. Her breasts large and firm. Her nipples dark and erect. A dark triangle between the apex of her legs. Uncovered, her ass was easily as cute as he'd imagined it.

When Theresa dove in. Cindy watched her a moment and dove in herself. She came up underneath Theresa. John flipped to an underwater camera and was greeted with the shock of his life as Cindy's head moved between Theresa's shapely legs.

He watched in shocked amazement for the next hour. He had no idea that Theresa had those sort of leanings. He sat in rapt fascination as the two girls writhed together like mating snakes. Reversing now and then to please the other one.

By the end of the hour he was drenched with sweat. He was fuming with anger and jealousy and fascinated beyond his control. He wanted to dominate Cindy, to make her beg for him. His desire for Theresa was somewhat diminished, but he would need her as a tool to control Cindy.

The girls languished on the deck, their hair plastered to their heads like they were bald. They kissed and caressed each other playfully. When Theresa got on her knees before Cindy John switched off the monitor, but left the VCR running. He had seen enough. He was burning with *desire*, as well as anger.

He shut down the lights in the Com room and headed for the apartment. He hardly noticed his erection as he walked. He poured himself a large Scotch and carried it into the shower with him. No temperature of water seemed to relieve him. He toweled off and climbed into bed.

Theresa and Cindy didn't bother with clothes as Theresa walked her to her room. She tucked her in and kissed her tenderly. She was tempted to spend the night. Cindy didn't want to let her leave. Finally Theresa pulled herself away. She went up to the Com room to find John, but found it dark.

While her session with Cindy had satisfied many hidden desires, it had only kindled others. She needed John bad!

Theresa located him in their bed. She climbed in. John was seemingly asleep, but erect. She climbed aboard as she had the first time.

John stirred in his sleep. The session became at once rough and passionate, just like Theresa wanted it to be. Both their orgasms came fast and hard. John hardly breathed an extra breath before he was asleep once more. Theresa barely noticed as she played her nails over his chest. She felt *completely* satisfied for the first time in her life.

Cindy lay in her bed and thought about the day. Her session with Theresa had left her languid with endorphins. Her bed was soft and comfortable. She knew that the winter winds raged on the surface above the silo, but her room was warm and comfortable. She realized with a start that she felt safe for the first time in years. Nobody would be coming to her bed this night. She could sleep alone and safe. Tears rolled from her eyes. They were still flowing when she slipped away into sleep.

Chapter 9

Theresa was the first person awake in the morning. She softly kissed John on the cheek and then slipped out of bed. She found a light satin robe and made her way to the bathroom. Seeing herself in the mirror, she smiled. She seemed to be glowing from within. Making her way to the apartment kitchen, she put on some coffee, knowing the aroma would rouse John. Then she made her way to Cindy's room to awaken her to make breakfast.

Cindy felt a set of soft lips on her own and opened her eyes to Theresa's face pulling back. She smiled and pulled her friend into a hug. Theresa only put up a token fight until Cindy's advances became more *advanced*, then she jumped up and out of range.

"Oh no you don't! Come on; *Assistant!* We've got breakfast to make." Theresa said.

Cindy sat up and rubbed the sand from her eye's. The sheet slipped from her body and Theresa felt a desire to return and caress what she saw. Instead she told her she would be in the kitchen and to come up as fast as possible.

Cindy watched Theresa exit, she shrugged and made her way to the bathroom. She took a quick shower and then started digging through the clothes in her room. She settled on an outfit that would turn the Pope's head. She had on white spandex shorts -with nothing under them- and a white knit tube top that hugged her topside as tight as the spandex hugged her buns. She finished off her outfit with a set of white jogging shoes. She dried her hair and brushed it out.

When she showed up in the kitchen Theresa just stared at her for a minute. She didn't know who Cindy had dressed to tease, but it didn't matter; the effect would be universal.

"Damn girl, you're dressed for bear! No need for that kind of ammo out here in the middle of nowhere." Theresa said, mockingly.

"You must like it. You bought it for me." Cindy chuckled.

"I didn't picture your wearing both those things together." Theresa chuckled.

"Should I change?"

"Not on my account and John may as well get used to you from the start.... Make some wheat toast and whatever kind you like. "

Cindy jumped into the swing of making breakfast. Theresa did her best to *not* watch her.

John awoke in an empty bed. He barely had his eye's open before the previous evening flashed through his memory. Oddly, he no longer felt much anger. The desire for Cindy had remained though. He remembered his session with Theresa when she had climbed in bed. He had rolled onto her the instant he became aware of her presence. He dominated her in a way that felt strangely satisfying. He was looking forward to doing the same thing with Cindy.

He smelled coffee and this roused him out. He poured a cup and took it with him to the bathroom.

John wandered into the kitchen with his coffee mug in his hand. His eyes popped out of his head when he saw Cindy. Theresa was just finishing up his eggs. He kissed her on the cheek, but his eyes followed Cindy around. Theresa didn't miss this fact.

John commented to Theresa as she served him: "So, seems you're the last one dressed."

"That's debatable" replied Theresa sarcastically, glaring at Cindy.

She kissed him on his forehead and excused herself to go dress.

There was an uncomfortable silence between John and Cindy. His eyes hardly left her body.

"So, what are you going to do today?" John inquired, diving into his breakfast.

"Don't know. What is there to do out here?" Cindy replied. She poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with him.

"Oh, more than you would imagine. Theresa can give you the grand tour while I check my e-mail."

"e-mail? What's that?" Cindy inquired.

"Electronic Mail" John said and launched into an explanation.

Cindy had no interest in what he was telling her, but she seemed to be rapt in fascination.

Theresa started to pull on some panties, but was struck with an idea and pulled them back off. She routed around and found an identical outfit to Cindy's. If Cindy wanted to flaunt her wares, then Theresa was going to fight fire with fire. She found Cindy and John laughing like old friends at the table. Both John and Cindy noticed her outfit.

"Damn, Theresa. *Twins*?" John said.

"It just looked comfortable to me." Theresa replied.

"Depends on for whom." John muttered to himself.

He excused himself to check his e-mail and made his way to the Com room. He stalled at the door on the way out to drink in the sight as Cindy and Theresa started to clean up the dishes.

When he got to the Com room he punched out the tape and replaced it. He punched up the kitchen channel in time to catch Cindy come up behind Theresa. She kissed her on the back of the neck as her hands moved around her and began to explore her front.

Theresa moved back into Cindy's advance. She didn't fight it when Cindy's fingers traced over the spandex and between her legs.

John watched, again in fascination. He got an idea. He ran a line from the Video to the frame grabber input on his computer. Then started programming. He needed to build a control interface to make it work, but that wasn't too tough with his previous design experience.. In the meantime he manually controlled the input.

Theresa turned to Cindy and they kissed. Her own hands explored in return. Finally she pulled away.

"Cindy, John might catch us!" she said.

"So?" Cindy questioned.

"So, I haven't told him anything about our relationship. I don't know how he's going to take it."

"Maybe it's time he found out. You don't really expect to hide it too long do you?"

"I don't know... Not yet. Let me break it to him in my own way."

"It's not something you can break to somebody slowly. Either they can handle it, or they can't. But you're the *boss*. It's up to you. We'll do it your way. So what shall we do boss? John said you'd give me the grand tour." Cindy said, once more taking Theresa into her arms.

Theresa giggled but fought away.

"Not a bad idea. Lets do the Silo from the top down."

"Okay" said Cindy, causally flipping her top down.

She again approached Theresa, who chuckled and did the same. They merged their breasts as they kissed.

 John paused in his programming as he watched the girls. Then he returned to the task with renewed passion. He dug out some data books and then headed for the workshop, pausing long enough to kill the active monitor.

 John spent most the day running between the workshop and back to the Com room to punch up whichever channel the girls were on. Finally he had a functioning breadboard and he ran back to connect it. Together with his software it kept whichever channel the girls were on selected up for the video recorder. The frame grabber sampled each channel, did a coarse check sum on it and then stored the value. Whenever the girls moved into a new area their presence would shift the averaged value of the picture. The program simply selected whichever channels were different from their previous average within a certain tolerance. He set this to run in the background and then actually got around to checking his e-mail.

 He was about to trash the whole lot, mostly electronic junk mail, when one item caught his attention. A message from his brokers. It seemed that the next years allocation of funds had been deposited in his account. They were requesting instructions -if any- on what to do with it.

 John sat back and shivered. Damn, a whole year had passed. He reflected idly on how his life had changed in that little time. His Silo dream was now a reality and was well on it's way to completion.

 He glanced at the monitor and thought about how he had *two*, scantily clad, nubile females at his beck and call.... almost.

 He shook off the thought and dialed up some graphs of some stocks he had been following. He selected a couple and then composed a message to his brokers to split the sum up between the stocks and some mutual funds. No one price failure could seriously hurt him.

 He had paid close attention to his advisors; diversity was the answer. The thought took a different meaning when he glanced at the monitor. The girls were on the way into the Com room. John killed the monitor and checked for any tell- tails of his actions. There were none, except the bulge in his pants.

 The girls walked in and John feigned surprise. He did his best to watch Theresa most, but his eyes kept wandering back to Cindy. When the two of them bent over the satellite controls he felt the bulge in his pants growing. The spandex did nothing to hide which quarter inch of flesh was connected to which other one. Finally Theresa turned to him and came and sat in his lap. She noted the state of his pants and raised an eyebrow in question.

 "You two walk around dressed like that and this surprises you?" John whispered in her ear.

 She chuckled and kissed him deeply. She didn't miss that he had said: "*Two*".

 "Perhaps Cindy could rustle us up some lunch?" Theresa said, half commanding.

 Cindy chuckled and saluted smartly. Causing her breasts to jiggle. John noticed her headlights were on *High beam*.

 Almost the instant Cindy was out of the room Theresa dropped her top as before.

 "Lets do something about this problem of yours." she said, sinking to her knees.

 John closed his eyes in ecstasy, but his mind was on Cindy.

 Cindy purposefully took her time with lunch. She knew very well what Theresa was up to. That was fine with her. She was willing to bide her time. She'd noticed what John was looking at whenever she was around.

 John and Theresa joined her in the kitchen after a rather longer time than Cindy expected. After lunch John said he was going to take a swim.

 "Mind if we join you?" Cindy asked.

 "No, not at all." John replied.

 "You two go ahead, I'm gonna take a nap." Theresa said. She gave John a quick deep kiss. His eyes questioned her. She glanced at Cindy and nodded her OK.

 John raised an eyebrow, but shrugged. Theresa wandered off.

 "I'll join you later" Cindy said, and followed Theresa.

 John shrugged again and headed for the pool.

 "So what gives?" Cindy asked Theresa when she found her in the bedroom..

 "About what?" she asked innocently.

 "You know, about you taking a nap and I swimming with John."

 Theresa sighed heavily before answering: "Look, I know what you had in mind. I'm not stupid. I also saw what John was looking at whenever you were around."

 "I don't know what you mean." Cindy said.

 "The fuck you don't!" Theresa snapped.

 "So if you're worried about it, why would you want to leave us alone?"

 "To get it over with. May as well be now, as later." Theresa said, somewhat angrily..

 "Your choice, babe. You don't want me to, I won't."

 Theresa looked at her friend for a while, then stared at the floor. Glancing back to her friend every now and then. Finally she said: "You really would hold off?"

 "If you really want me to. He's your man, not mine."

 Theresa pulled her friend into her lap and kissed her softly.

 "No, you go ahead. Maybe it is best to get it over with."

 "I don't want it to be this way!" Cindy cried.

 "Just how do you want it?" Theresa asked, tentatively.

 Now Cindy was quiet. She buried her head in Theresa's hair. Finally she replied; "I want... both of you."

 Theresa studied her friend while she thought about it.

 "I guess I want that too. It just didn't occur to me that that meant you and him together as well."

 She pulled Cindy back into a great hug. Then she kissed her and said: "Well, you better get on with it. Come wake me later."

 Cindy said: "Look babe, I want both of you. But not at the cost of our friendship."

 Theresa found tears welling up in her eyes. She hugged her friend fiercely.

 "That's not in danger, I guess. NO, you go ahead. I'll be fine."

 "I don't think you will. I'm gonna go swimming with him, but that's all."

 Theresa hugged her friend some more.

 "Whatever you think is best." she said.

 "I think you're the best! Without you my life would be shit."

 "You would have found a way out." Theresa said.

 "Maybe, but not as quick. Now are you going to come with me, or do I have to drag you?" Cindy asked.

 "No, you go ahead."

 Cindy looked at her friend and then bent over. She grabbed Theresa and threw her over her shoulder in a fireman's carry. She could barely walk. Theresa was giggling and fighting her, which didn't make it any easier.

 "Okay, okay. Just put me down!" Theresa giggled.

 Cindy gratefully complied. They shared a hug and kiss and then headed off hand in hand towards the pool.

 John was floating on his back, nude when the two girls entered. They looked at him and then each other. Then both stripped off their clothes without comment.

 "Change your mind?" John inquired of Theresa.

 "Cindy changed it for me." Theresa said.

 John shrugged and watched the two nude girls. Both jumped in. Cindy swam to the other end of the pool and Theresa swam up to John.

He raised an eyebrow in concern.

She shook her head and moved against his body. She kissed him deep enough to start the arousal process. John inclined his head towards Cindy as he pushed her back.

Theresa giggled and shrugged her shoulders.

John looked back and forth between the two, wondering what to do.

Theresa solved his dilemma by dunking her head beneath the water. She stayed down for a long time. John looked longingly at Cindy before he closed his eyes to the inevitable.

Cindy watched. John was better hung than she'd expected. He responded like a much younger man as well. She swam to the ladder and climbed out slowly, knowing his eyes were on her. She turned and matched his gaze frankly. He smiled and then turned his attention to Theresa. Cindy sat on the edge of the platform and watched the whole thing.

Afterwards the three of them lounged around the pool in chaise chairs.

"So, what do you think of my lover?" Theresa asked Cindy.

"Pretty impressive performance, especially with an audience." Cindy remarked.

"Figured you better get used to it. We usually run around here wearing just the minimum."

"So how do I fit into this?" Cindy asked.

Theresa looked at John with concern and said: "I guess that's up to you."

John could tell he was cornered. He pulled Theresa into an embrace and kissed her tenderly.

"No" he said, "it's up to YOU. You have squatters rights if nothing else."

"Are you telling me you don't have a preference?" Theresa demanded.

"Of course I have a preference. That preference is to exist in peace. I didn't choose any of this........ I love you. That's my main interest. I also think Cindy is cute. I think *you do too*. How you* two* work out the dilemma you* two* have created is up to *you*. Just let *me* know what you decide."

With that said, John stood up and walked out.

Cindy and Theresa were silent for a long time.

"Look, I don't want to come between you.... but it seems that John already has an inkling about us two."

"It would seem so."

"He seems to have dumped it into your lap."

"*Our* lap." Theresa said.

"No, *Yours*. Squatters rights, remember."

Theresa studied her friend for a little while. Tears formed in her eyes.

"Damnit! I love you both!" she cried.

"So... what's the problem then?" Cindy asked, moving to her friend.

Theresa was quiet and yielding in her friends arms. "So

what is the problem?" she was asking herself.

She felt Cindy's body next to hers and sighed.

"No problem, I guess."

"So how do you want to go about letting him know?"

"Let me think about it for a few days."

"You're the boss." Cindy said.

She slipped her hand into a place where most employees were very unlikely to touch their boss.

 Theresa yielded to her friend without comment.

 Later in bed Theresa discovered John's attitude about the days events.

 "Just what the hell was all that about today?" John asked.

"All what?" Theresa replied as innocently as possible.

"You know damn well what. Cornering me into making love to you in front of Cindy, that's what!"

"Cornering you? I just thought you didn't mind she was there."

"Bullshit, you did it on purpose."

"Why would I do that?"

John sighed..... "To establish your territory."

"My what?"

"Look Theresa, You downright begged me to have Cindy here. But now you're panicked because you're afraid I'll like her more than you. You want me to show my gallant side and say I'm not interested in her at all...

"But I've never lied to you before and I won't start now. I *am* interested in Cindy.

"Men have always been a bit polygamist in nature. Every time man gets a chance to, he's always ended up with more than one mate. In nature this is more standard than monogamy. The alpha male rules the roost. The big buck guides the herd.

"You've got a compound dilemma; *you* also want Cindy. Add to this that you don't exactly know whom you're jealous of. You want me all to yourself and Cindy *too*. Yet, you don't want Cindy and I together. Why?

"Both of you are here temporarily. You knew this. Having Cindy here hasn't changed that one day either way. Perhaps it lengthened it, as the length of your stay depends on your happiness. *I* made certain that wouldn't last when I had my tubes snicked. No baby is going to play a part in that decision.....

"Actually it probably will; by insuring that I couldn't father a child I also insured that you'd probably move on eventually.

"You are young and so is Cindy. I fully expect both of you to get tired of living in the middle of nowhere with a grumpy old man.

"In the mean time whichever way we can all get along best is what *I* want. If you don't want Cindy and I involved with each other, then maybe her being here is a bad idea. But now we're sort of responsible for her. I can give her a start, money wise, that's not the problem. No emotional support would be the problem if you ousted her." John said.

Tears had begun to well up in Theresa's eyes almost from the instant John started talking.

"You don't love me!" she cried.

"Yes I do, but you're confusing love with physical attraction. Somehow you got the impression that one precluded the other. That's just not so. Do you love me? Of course. Don't you also feel an attraction to Cindy?"

"What do you mean?" Theresa cried. (Had John been spying?)

"You can drop the innocent act, babe. I've been eating pussy since I was your age. It has a very distinctive aroma. When you have a little love fest with Cindy and then come plant a big sloppy kiss on me, I may as well have been there myself. You and Cindy made it the first night she was here. I have no doubt of it."

Theresa was crying hard. She half shivered with fear. "So what are you going to do?"

"That's the question I asked you?"

"But what about Cindy and I?'

"What about it?"

"You don't mind?"

"At first I was furious. But not because of your relationship, rather because you didn't tell me about it. You and Cindy didn't *just* get together when she arrived here. Your relationship has been ongoing. You never mentioned a word about that to me. But it could affect *our* relationship seriously. That pissed me off.

"I don't really care about the relationship itself. It's society's rules that are opposed to that. I don't care much for society's rules. That's one reason why I chose to live in the middle of nowhere when I could have lived almost anywhere I wanted. Besides that is the fact that it's none of my business."

"What do you mean, not your business?"

"Why would it be? You knew her before you met me. You've shared things I will never understand. You have lots in common; your ages, your family situations. Why would I have anything to say about what your relationship is with her?"

"I don't understand you! You say you love me, but say it doesn't matter if I love another. You say you love me and say you're attracted to Cindy."

"No, You don't understand me. You also don't understand yourself at this point. You haven't figured out that there can be more than one love in your life; *at the same time!*

"You've been programmed with this *one true love, white house with picket fence, 2.3 kids and a dog* image since you were old enough to understand pictures on the television. Everyday in your life you were surrounded by people telling you that was the way it had to be. That was the way it was best.

"But if you'd look, the fact is that you were really surrounded by examples of how this *wasn't* always the best; your divorced parents; your abuse at your stepfather's hands; Cindy's similar situation. It doesn't surprise me a bit that you and Cindy got together. It may have surprised me more if you hadn't. You both sought a comfortable place where you were understood. You found it in each other.

"You are fighting your own feelings because of some bullshit set of rules you didn't sign up for. You didn't create them, not even your parents created them. They are just held over by social momentum, the product of century's of people bending their actions to conform with an image of how *other* people thought *they* should live.

"I don't buy those rules. I didn't sign up for them either. Whatever relationship I choose to have with anybody else is none of society's business. Whatever relationship you choose to have with anybody else is none of my damn business. However, you placing me in the middle of your conflicting feelings and expecting me to decide for you, is my business. The dilemma is yours, not mine. The decision is yours, not mine. I will not make the decision for you. You're going to have to figure out for yourself what *You* want to do."

Theresa was too confused to respond. She snuggled to John without talking, sobbing occasionally. Eventually she drifted off to sleep.

John let her simmer, Cindy too. Hardly a word was spoken by either to John about the question of relationships. Each acted like the question had never come up. They went about their cooking tasks with cool efficiency.

Over this time John let the automatics he had developed track and record the girls. He noted from the computer log that they paired about once or twice a day, but he didn't listen to any of their conversations or watch the tapes.

The girls did however continue their competition in the clothing department. The spandex shorts and tube tops became almost the most modest thing they wore. Sometimes they even appeared topless, acting like it was perfectly natural, which it was.

John neither paid undo attention nor ignored this -as if he could have-. He looked openly at either of them whenever they were around. Theresa didn't seem to be doing anything to hide her relationship with Cindy. If anything she sort of started to flaunt it. She seemed to seek out John wherever he was and kiss him after a session with Cindy. John accepted this without comment, but never failed to recognize the aroma.

Theresa did however stop initiating sex at night. This was okay with John. He held her gently when she snuggled to him. Basically he just bided his time.

When they weren't cooking -or pairing- the girls watched TV or swam. They even investigated the library and read some.

Chapter 10

One day several weeks later a soft gong sounded throughout the silo. The girls were alarmed, not knowing what it was. They met John heading for the elevator, wrapping a robe around himself from the shower. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"What the hell's that?" cried Theresa in alarm.

"That means it's time to make some money!" John exclaimed.

He didn't explain any further as the three of them rode the elevator to the Com room.

John turned on the computer monitor and called up his stock market screen. The NASDAQ had taken a sudden liking to some Internet stocks John had selected. The gong was an alarm he had set to notify him in case of a certain change. He grinned from ear to ear at the change in the graph. He called up some comparison graphs and then typed out a message to his broker. *Sell this now, re-buy it after the other profit takers drove the price down. Sell this other and buy this other instead.*

When he finished he sat back grinning. The girls looked at him expectantly. He said nothing.

"So what the hell was that all about?" Theresa demanded.

"I told you. I was making money."

"I thought you had money."

"I do. The best way to keep it is to make more."

"So how much did you just make?"

John picked up a hand calculator and poked in a bunch of numbers. When he finished he looked up and announced: "about another hundred thousand."

Both girls stood there with their mouths open.

"A hundred thousand dollars?" Theresa exclaimed.

John nodded.

"What for? In how much time?"

"In a couple of weeks. Just after Cindy arrived. I got my next years allocation and invested it. The stocks went up a lot and I sold some off. I'll buy them back when they're cheaper."

 "So.. for just letting your money sit, you made a hundred thousand dollars?" Cindy remarked sarcastically.

 John looked at her a moment before replying: "No. I *risked* over a quarter of a million dollars of *my* money in an investment of my choice. I chose wisely and was rewarded with a larger return than I expected. Had the market gone the other way the last two weeks by just the same amount, I would have *lost* one hundred thousand dollars."

 Cindy seemed to think about this a bit. Then asked: "Could you teach me to do that?"

 "And me!" Theresa jumped in.

 "I can teach you the basics. You'll have to do the work after that. You'll also have to risk your *own* money. But you can play with imaginary money till you feel confident enough to risk it."

"Will you teach us?" Cindy asked more solemnly.

"Be glad to." John smiled.

For the next month John spent an hour a day with the two of them in the Com room going over each business days stock trends.

 Otherwise John spent his time working on the Silo. Theresa had initiated sex once since his lecture. She was like a hungry animal. John returned measure for measure.

 Theresa took to bringing him snacks and cups of coffee at the oddest times. By now neither girl bothered wearing a top -except when cooking bacon-. The shorts alternated between spandex and terry cloth, but always tight. John stayed with warm-ups or shorts, T-shirts and sandals or tennis shoes. When he swam, it was nude. He slept the same way.

The girls seemed to be getting restless. They swam more and made several short trips outside, short, as winter storms had left a covering of several feet of snow on the landscape. John knew this from his sensors and cameras, but he let the girls find out for themselves.

He could tell that they were getting *Cabin fever*. But there didn't seem to be much John could do about it. The road had just too much snow on it to chance the 'Cruiser. He only had one snowmobile, which would have carried two of them to the main road, but then the problem of getting to town still existed.

A note from his brokers to spend more or give it to the government spurned John into action. He contacted his brokers, some contractors and a bunch of retailers.

He spent several days surfing the Internet in search of what he wanted. Then proceeded to spend a large chunk of change. Not he least of it was the logistics of shipping. He arraigned with a helicopter service to have his purchases delivered to them. After all the crates arrived, they loaded up and called him.

John told the girls he was going to do some work outside. They offered to help, but he declined, saying he would need their help later.

He met the helicopter on the ready made pad of the Silo roof. (He had to shovel the snow off it first.)

It took several trips for the copter to complete the delivery. The pilot wondered about the equipment delivery to the middle of nowhere and John's safety. But the existing structures looked sturdy and warm enough.

After the copter pulled away for the last time John summoned the girls to help him. The girls were excited over the crates, but John wouldn't tell them anything until they had lowered the ones John designated down to the utility level. Then he made them leave him and the crates alone. They persisted, so did he.

Uncharacteristically he locked the utility level and the exit door. The girls couldn't get at any of the crates even when he was asleep (they tried and got angry he didn't trust them.)

Each morning after breakfast John went off by himself, locking the doors behind him.

Theresa and Cindy responded by keeping to themselves. Theresa even took to sleeping in Cindy's room. John didn't *seem* to notice.

"What the hell is he up to?" Theresa wondered aloud one afternoon.

Cindy reclined on the bed, nude, reading a book.

"You know about boys and their toys." She replied without looking up.

Theresa looked down at her and continued looking for a long time.

Cindy looked up, raising a questioning eyebrow over

Theresa's gaze.

Theresa met her gaze and then dropped her own.

"What's wrong?" Cindy asked.

Theresa was quiet a moment before she answered.

"I've been thinking."

"Oh, oh." giggled Cindy, "About what?"

"About us."

"What about us?"

"No, not us, you and I. About *Us*; You and I and John."

Cindy put her book down and said: "Oh.. and what have you been thinking about *Us*?"

"What both of you said."

"We both said something?"

"Yes, almost the same thing."

"What was that?"

"That neither of you could see a problem."

Cindy shook her head as if to clear it.

"Will you make sense! What the hell are you talking about?"

"About you and John being together!" Theresa shouted.

"We haven't been!" Cindy replied softly.

"I know.. but you both *want* to be."

"I won't deny it." Cindy said.

"He doesn't either...

I love you both, I want to be with you both. Why does it bother me that you two also want to be with each other?"

"So why does it?"

"I don't know. I guess I just didn't want to lose him to you. But if I don't, I might lose you both." Theresa cried.

"You're not making much sense. Why would you lose either of us, no matter what happened between John and I?"

"I don't know. I guess I was just raised to think that way. Like John said; I'm programmed to it."

"Oh.. I don't know if that's the case. I was subject to the same *programming* you were. I don't feel that way. I think you just want it all for yourself."

Theresa looked sharply at her.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I'm grateful to you. I don't mean you're being stingy with... anything. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I know that. But you invited me here. You should have realized that I would feel something for John and he for me. It's natural for any two people who spend time close to each other."

"That's what John said too... Maybe you're both right. But it still bothers me."

Cindy reached out a hand and pulled Theresa to her. Theresa was receptive but distant.

"Okay, love. What is it about it that bothers you?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, come on. Think about it. Would you care if we kissed?"

Theresa thought about it for a moment and replied: "Well, no. I guess not."

"So would it bother you if he touched these?" Cindy said as she drew Theresa's hands to her breasts.

Theresa felt the soft skin under her fingers and the firmness beneath and replied.

"Well, no. I guess not."

Cindy got a mischievous look in her eye. Theresa wasn't quite fast enough to stop her.

"How 'bout if he did this?" she said as she tickled Theresa sides.

"NO!" Theresa giggled, pushing her hands away. "In fact I'd rather he did that to you than me!"

"So, has his *thing* got a warranty on it. It wears out if he uses it too much."

Theresa giggled.

"No. Of course not. In fact it seems to work better the more he uses it." she concluded absently.

"So you're afraid that *mine* will wear out then?"

Again Theresa giggled, but added softly "No... no more than mine."

"So what's the problem then?" Cindy asked softly.

"I.... I don't know... maybe there isn't one. It just takes some getting used to the idea."

"Take your time love. I'm in no hurry." Cindy said, pulling her friend into a soft kiss.

Theresa melted into it and abandoned herself.

The next morning John awoke them early. He was wearing a white beard.

"Merry Christmas!" he hollered.

"What, What?" Cindy asked groggily.

"Christmas?" Theresa asked confused.

"Don't you two even know what day it is?" John laughed. The two girls pulled on their shorts and John tugged them by the hands.

"Just a minute, I've *got* to go!" Theresa protested.

"Me too!" Cindy said, breaking away.

"Well, 'maker snappy!" John barked, laughing.

The two girls ran to the bathroom. Theresa beat Cindy who danced around till she was done.

Both relieved they headed up the elevator with John.

John had things all laid out all around a small tree. There was way too much to fit under it.

Each girl got her own top of the line computer. There were clothes for everybody. There were aerobics machines and a tread mill and a complete weight machine.

The girls abandoned themselves to trying on clothes. Stripping off their shorts and pulling on outfit after outfit. Oblivious to John's presence. There was sexy lingerie for each of them, and dresses and pants suits. There were complete spandex jump suits. The girls went nuts over them. When they opened the packages with the snowmobile suits in them though they looked up confused.

John giggled. He had them put on skirts and sweaters over their jumpsuits and then put on the snowmobile suits. Next he pulled out boxes with cold weather boots, stockings, gloves and goggles. The girls protested but John was insistent. He donned his own clothes and cold wear. Then led them outside.

Squinting in the bright sun reflected off the pearl snow the girls noticed that there were *three* snowmobiles lined up in a row. The girls jumped up and down and kissed John on the cheek. John climbed on each and started it. He showed the girls how to work the controls.

After a few practice turns around close to the Silo, John led them out the gate and down the snow covered road. They each wore a helmet. The girls discovered the purpose of the wire leading from them when John's voice sounded in their ears. He made the error of telling them how to work the controls to talk. He hardly had a silent moment all the way down the road.

As they approached the paved road there were some short dirt berms through which the silo road switch backed. Just out of sight from the main road there was a small shed structure that was new. No snow clung to it. A combination lock on the door opened to John's first attempt.

"What the hell is this? This wasn't here?"

"Had it built?"

"When?"

"Last week."

"How?"

"By phone."

"But how? I thought you just owned the land around the silo."

 "Bought the land. Found out there was a small lot here that some guy owned. Made him an offer he didn't refuse."

 "But why?"

 John grinned as he opened the door. Inside was a twin Landcruiser to the one back at the Silo."

 "So we can go to town... for lunch."

 "But it's Christmas! Everything will be closed."

 "Not everything. Come on. After I pull out, pull in your snowmobiles."

 The girls complied. Theresa jumped off hers and onto John's and pulled it in as well. They left their helmets and snowmobile outfits in the shed in a wardrobe. The girls found fancy winter coats inside. There was one for John as well as dress boots for each of them.

 "How the hell did you get our sizes?" Cindy mumbled, pulling on her boots.

 "That was the tough part. Had to measure your footprints after you got out of the pool before they dried."

 "You sneaky, lovable jerk!" Theresa exclaimed.

 She threw her arms around him and gave him a giant kiss. She didn't bat an eye when Cindy did the same.

 John locked up and they headed into town. Along the way they listened to a multi disc CD player loaded with the latest music. John tolerated it, the girls loved it.

 He explained just before they got to town: "Now behave yourselves. These people think that I'm showing up with my *daughters*."

 "*Daughters*?" Cindy asked.

 "Oh thank you Daddy, will you spank me later? I've been *so bad*!" Theresa mocked.

 "Yes you have, not a bad idea! But no joking around these folks. Unless you want to get sent back home."

Both girls sobered and nodded.

They drove up to a deserted restaurant. John knocked on the

door and a moment later it opened.

"You John?"

"Yup."

"Come on in. Nice looking kids." the older man said.

"Yeah, they keep me busy."

"I can imagine." the man said knowingly.

"Well, your lunch is just about ready, glad you're prompt. I've got a family of my own to get back to."

 "Well, we won't keep you long."

 "Oh, stay as long as you want. You paid me well enough... can't figure out why though."

 "We don't get to town very often." John concluded.

 The man seated them at the only table that was set up. Warm bread, breadsticks and dip waited them. Shortly afterwards steaming coffee and hot chocolate were brought to the table. Afterwards Salads, spaghetti and linguine showed up at just the right moment.

 The food was outstanding. Everybody ate their fill and then some. The girls laughed and joked with each other and John as they ate. Finally John ordered a Frangelico coffee. The girls sipped Pepsi's while they waited for him.

 As they were about to leave the owner carried out a large cooler unit.

 "This should keep things as well as possible for you till dinner. You watch them claws!" the man said.

"Thanks" John said.

"No, thank you Sir. You've made my Christmas for me." "Thank

you anyway. Merry Christmas to you."

The girls wished the man Merry Christmas as well.

John carried the cooler out and put it in the back of the second 'Cruiser. The girls regretfully climbed back in.

 The man came running out and handed them a big bag full of hot French bread and breadsticks.

They thanked him again.

John took a drive around town just to show the girls that it really was closed down for the day. It wasn't that big of a town anyway. The girls noted a few shops they would have liked to investigate. Finally they headed back out of town.

On the way back Theresa sat up front and Cindy in back just behind John. Theresa's hand rested on his collar like their first trip to town. She reached back and intertwined her fingers with Cindy's. She smiled at her and nodded. Cindy grinned fiercely and nodded back. John never had a clue as to what had just transpired.

 When they got back to the dirt road John opened up the shed and started the machines. With the girls help he backed them out of the shed and then parked the second 'Cruiser. They changed back into their winter togs and John loaded the cooler on the back of his machine and tied it down. Theresa found a cargo net and insisted on taking the sack the man had brought out to them. John lowered the temperature controls in the shack so that the 'Cruiser. wouldn't freeze, but that was all the heat that would be needed. A dipstick heater supplemented it as well as a trickle charger for the battery.

They started back to the silo.

John kept to the outgoing trail, as he had the cooler on his machine, but Cindy and Theresa began to test their new skills and jumped hillocks and drifts of snow. John cautioned them against getting to rowdy, as it was still a long way back, but they mostly ignored him and he let them have their fun.

Cindy did a flip over the windscreen and buried herself and her machine in a deep snowdrift, it brought them to their senses. John and Theresa dug her and her machine out and they traveled the rest of the way back without incident.

They unloaded and put the snowmobiles away. John hauled the cooler to the kitchen. He wouldn't let the girls in, telling them to go take a swim. They shivered and instead hauled their clothes to their respective rooms. John called them for dinner in a half hour.

The girls discovered the contents of the cooler. Prime rib roast, now heated to perfection and lobsters just coming out of the pot. Theresa sliced and heated some fresh bread and John pulled out several bottles of Wine.

Dinner was outstanding. Both girls had stripped down to their jumpsuits. The zippers were low, leaving their assets half covered. Theresa and John showed Cindy how to drink wine. They all got a little tipsy.

John insisted on cleaning up, chasing the girls off to the hot tub. Theresa gave him a big hug and deep kiss before backing off. Cindy followed suit. Theresa watched with *apparent* detachment. They went off hand in hand as John cleaned up.

He found them in the hot tub, kissing.

"Mind if I join you?" he asked.

Theresa looked exasperated and said: "I'll be pissed off if you don't!"

John shrugged and stripped off his clothes. He climbed into the tub and Theresa moved into his arms. She kissed him deeply and then reached out her arm to Cindy.

Cindy asked: "You sure?"

Theresa nodded and got *that* exasperated look once more.

Cindy shrugged and moved into the circle of her and John's arms.

Theresa kissed her deeply and then John once more. Then she pulled back and kind of pushed the two of them together. She only trembled a bit as they kissed deeply, but briefly.

Afterwards things seemed to loosen up a bit. Theresa moved behind Cindy and rubbed her body against her backside as she reached around to cup her breasts.

John moved in on the front side. His growing erection slid between Cindy's legs as they kissed. Theresa lowered herself and moved between them. She moved back and forth between the two of them administering well placed licks. When John (and Cindy) were well prepared she guided him into her. Their union seemed to melt away any lingering trepidation Theresa felt. She was suddenly all over both of them.

John moved up out of the tub and the two girls jointly licked him back to readiness. Theresa moved to impale herself as John guided Cindy over his head. The two girls were breast to breast and eye to eye when their mutual orgasm sealed John's future fate. It was the first of many that night.

The three of them moved off to John's bed arm in arm, kissing all the way. They didn't bother with towels, leaving tracks the whole way.

They fell arm in arm into the bed.

"What a fool I've been" Theresa cried.

John and Cindy didn't let her get another word out as they moved to reassure her. They hardly got out of bed except to eat over the next week.

The girls dressed to the nines for New Years Eve. The clothing didn't last long.

Chapter 11

Cindy basically moved in with them. John insisted on keeping the bedroom available should one of them including him- wish privacy.

He set up their computers for them in the Com room. He brought out another one of his own and set it up. Four top of the line units now crowded onto the long counter. The girls remained persistent in their stock tracing.

When they thought they were ready John set up an actual account for them with his broker. He didn't tell them he had made a fairly large deposit to cover them if the need should arise. It wasn't needed.

John kept the video recorders running for some reason he couldn't define, but now any activity they recorded would likely include himself. He had purchased extra equipment so that the girls never knew what was going on back in the closet when one machine ran out of tape and the computer automatically switched to another machine. John modified the program to recognize sleep activity and to do reduced sampling to save tape. Still, he was using a minimum of two tapes a day and usually three. These he coded and stored in a locked closet off the Com room.

The girls took to wearing random outfits. It wasn't unusual for one to walk around at lunch in lingerie, or at dinner wearing only tennis shoes. Some times they would dress up fancy with make up and all, only to seduce each other and peel it all off again.

John did his best to keep a normal diurnal schedule. He spent the majority of his *free* time working on the master bedroom.

The girls cabin fever seemed to have faded with the change in relationships. John asked about another trip to town but the girls both shrugged and said: "Maybe later".

They kept John well fed and exercised.

One day Cindy said to Theresa : "I'm kind of worried one of us is going to get pregnant!"

Theresa started giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"If you were planning on it, you better change your plans.

John got his tubes cut before you ever got here."

"A vasectomy?"

"Yup!" Theresa giggled.

"Shit!" Cindy said.

Theresa looked at her startled.... and then busted out laughing. A moment later Cindy did the same.

John did his best to stay out of the middle of any intrigues. Which wasn't an easy thing to do with two teenage girls hatching various plots almost daily. If anything the clothes parade would have seemed almost comical if they hadn't been so damn seductive.

Despite the girls *help* he managed to finish the master bedroom.

The girls actually did help when it came time to move in. From the time the relationships changed, he had changed the design so that there were *three* large closets. It cut down a bit on space, but the bedroom was really huge to start with; occupying a whole floor with the exception of the master bath. The hardest part had been routing the plumbing in a manner that would remain trouble free, yet efficient.

 The bedroom was *still* huge. Even so it barely seemed large enough to John with Theresa and Cindy sleeping there. The bed was the biggest Water bed John could find; a California King. The first night in residence the girls tested the limits of the seams, not to mention John's limits.

John solved the problem of where to put the exercise equipment by moving the new equipment into the old apartment. It was perfect for it really, with it's own shower and hot tub. The kitchen was a bit much, but was nice to have there to keep orange juice and such cold.

John turned the girls loose to finish a floor of their own. He had other projects in mind.

"I'm not ready!" Theresa protested.

"Then ask about what you don't understand how to do." John replied simply.

The girls jumped in with both feet. They spent a great deal of time examining other floors and deciding how to do things, but that was okay with John. He stopped by from time to time just in case. After the structural materials were in place, the worse they could do, would be cosmetic damage, or damage to themselves. John had patiently instructed both of them how to safely use power tools. (Emphasising the distance to a hospital and the hassles a trip to one would involve.)

In the meantime John took to converting half the top floor to a solarium observatory. The stars were really quite stunning out there in the desert, away from city lights. But it was cold and windy as well. John built a rotatable frame which held clear Lexan panes. The roof could be retracted half way to let in the sunlight or stars, yet still retain the heat inside. John had purchased a pair of heavy duty winches which now served the purpose of moving the roof.

He had figured out one of the secrets of happiness; stay busy! He applied this to both himself, and the girls. Each time they would complete one project, John always had another waiting for them to do. The girls put up token resistance to this, branding John as a slave driver. Even so, within an hour or two they would be hard at work on the new task laughing and joking with each other as they worked.

John completed the tracking mirror assembly which brought sunlight onto any level. This contributed a lot to the girls having a more jovial nature.

John couldn't have been happier himself; Theresa seemed to have taken to the broader relationships very well. She didn't even make jesting protests. It was as if it had always been so. John didn't push his luck though, he made certain that he paid just a bit more attention to Theresa than he did to Cindy.

His influence on the girls was probably good as their vocabularies picked up a bit, but he was getting concerned over their long term education. Neither had graduated High School. He approached them on the subject.

"School? What the hell for?" was their mutual reaction.

"So you won't be considered ignorant and unemployable when you decide to leave me."

"We're not leaving are we?"

"Someday. I have no doubt of it. As it stands now neither of you has even a high school diploma. You won't be able to get a job at a Burger King without one."

"I don't want to work at Burger King anyway." chuckled Cindy.

"Not the point. Lets say that somehow the feds got wind of my little underage harem in the desert. They send me away to a hole darker and deeper than this and seize my assets. You two either go back to your families, such as they are, or hit the streets on your own. Now do you want to go home or starve?"

"Neither, but I get your point." Theresa muttered.

"I do too... but how would they find out about us?"

"They probably won't, but what if the helicopter pilot sits down in that restaurant where we had dinner, with the mechanics who did the 'cruisers and the lady from Victoria's secret. They get talking about weird deliveries, expensive toys and perverts, then I could become a love toy for two weight lifters with self applied tattoos."

"That's not going to happen." Theresa said.

"Probably not, but it could. The information is out there.

If the right people ever start to compare notes, I'm toast!"

"Can we butter you?" giggled Cindy.

"Maybe later.... In the mean time I'm serious."

"I was just joking." moped Cindy.

"So how do you plan to send us to school. You can't very well walk up to the school registrar and say; I found this girl on the road and abducted the other one. I'd like to register them for school. Besides it's a bit far to walk." said Theresa.

"He didn't abduct me, I ran away!" quipped Cindy.

"In the eye's of the law; I'm Godzilla and you're Bambi's mother. But you don't have to go to *the* school, just to *a* school." John said.

"I don't follow."

"Me neither."

John smiled six yards wide.

"Simple. I obtain the material you need to learn from the Internet. You study it and take your GED tests. By the time you're ready to take the test, you will be eighteen and legal to do whatever or live anywhere you want."

 "I was sorta glad to be away from school work." Theresa moped.

 "Me too." Cindy said, "But it won't be as bad as going to regular school. We can study here."

 "As an extra incentive, I intend to present each of you with a little graduation present when you get your GED certificates."

Both girls interest was peaked. "What?" they queried.

"Matching Land Cruisers."

"But neither of us can drive!"

"A situation I intend to remedy this coming summer when the road dries out. We've got thirty miles of safe road to practice on."

"You're going to teach us to drive?" Theresa gasped.

"Sure."

"And if we get our GED's you'll give us our own Landcruiser?"

"You got it!"

"OK!" Cindy said, jumping up and hugging John.

"Count me in too!" Theresa said, moving into the huddle. They didn't let up after a quick hug. John mused that it was getting so any little event of excitement led to an orgy. He was smart enough not to complain.

Chapter 12

John was nowhere to be found. Theresa searched everywhere for him. Starting in the exercise room, and moving to the pool and the Com room. Cindy looked up from her studies in the library "Haven't seen him in quite a while."

He wasn't in the workshop. She considered checking each maintenance stop on the outside elevator when she heard muffled music coming from above. She finally located him reclining in the dark in the solarium listening to classical music while he looked up at the incredible star field visible from the middle of the desert.

It had never occurred to the girls that the solarium was useful at any time other than daytime, when they peeled off what little they normally wore and soaked up some rays. (John was mildly worried a pilot would fly over and get a coronary from the two nude nymphs under glass in the apparent shallow pit in the desert.)

"What are you doing in the dark?" Theresa asked, flipping on the light.

John suddenly squinted and covered his eyes. "I WAS looking at the stars, but now you've ruined my night vision."

"Oops, Sorry." Theresa said, turning the light back off.

"Too late now. What do you need?"

"Nothing, I was just curious where you were. But diner's about ready."

"I'll be down in a bit."

"Sorry I spoiled your star gazing."

"It's okay." John said.

Theresa looked at him a moment and then moved off. She knew it *wasn't* okay, that John was just being nice. She didn't understand though why anybody would *want* to be alone.

Solitude was exactly what John was thinking of. He had bought the Silo with solitude in mind. Lately he got little of it.

Once over their initial shyness, the two girls had taken to sex with the passion of an Amway salesman at a mud slide. It seemed like one or the other of them would corner him several times a day with carnal intent.

He had a hell of a time convincing them of the concept that he wasn't always interested. No, nothing was wrong. He just wasn't interested in sex at the moment. Finally they accepted the idea that nothing was wrong (telling themselves it was because of his age). Sometimes they would go find the other one to console themselves with. (From the camera's John knew they didn't even need the other to console themselves.)

Outside the wind was picking up, blowing in a winter storm. The wind in front of it had cleared some of the dust out of the upper atmosphere and the *seeing* had been good. Now it pushed high clouds in to obscure the stars.

John sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He tripped the control to roll the roof completely shut against the coming storm and made his way down to the kitchen.

For all the problems they created, it was still very nice to have the girls around.

With a little instruction concerning his tastes, Theresa had turned into an excellent cook. Cindy was coming right along.

In the short time since John had talked to them about it, they had both taken to their studies with a vengeance. They would be ready for the test long before they were eighteen, but John just couldn't figure out a way for them to safely take it with the exception of going home long enough to take their exams. Both girls had vetoed that idea.

The Silo was fast becoming the underground mansion that he had envisioned. There were only six out of the fifteen floors left to complete. John didn't presently have any clue what to use them for. He already had all the space he needed. He decided to at least finish off the structure of the floors and the utilities for each level. Space was something that always ended up being used in the long run.

One of the problems he applied himself to were the hatchway openings into the silo from the main elevator. It was a real pain to climb through the service ports and the main elevator was much nicer than the small service elevators running up and down the walls.

John made arrangements for a concrete saw with a diamond dust blade. Between drilling, cutting, air chiseling and grinding he managed to enlarge the ports to real doorway size. They wouldn't have the same blast integrity as the originals, but that was okay with John. He didn't intend to be launching any missiles from within his silo. He started with the kitchen level and did the most commonly used ones next, moving on eventually to all the floors.

He had figured out early on that he would need vertical access to each floor. As such each floor had a trap door which could be opened. When all were opened he had a straight shot with the winch cable from the utility floor all the way down to the pool. He had ended up moving most the heavier furniture items that way. Most of them wouldn't have fit through the service ports even if he could have gotten them into the main elevator.

When he was finished with the concrete cutting the main elevator became so much more useful, he sealed off three sub elevator accesses except between adjoining floors. This meant the main elevator serviced major floors with the sub elevators serving between stops. One sub elevator served the whole silo. Hatchways opening and closing behind it. It *could* be used as a dumb waiter. Mostly, they used the stairs between the main elevator stops.

The girls investments slowly grew. Their studies proceeded better than John had ever intended. The winter snow was the only thing holding up their driving lessons.

Chapter 13

John reclined nude in the solarium. It was warm and sunny under the clear covering. On the surface the winter wind howled and blew clouds of snow crystals around. The girls entered and stripped off their shorts. At first they just laid out and listened to the music. They had learned barely- to tolerate his taste in music.

 Sly glances between the girls worked into a conspiracy against John. He had his eyes closed as he lay back. The girls approached him from both sides. They squirted oil on their hands and proceeded to rub him down. Down wasn't the direction he went.

 Afterwards, Theresa managed to move herself to another lounge chair. Cindy remained snuggled atop him. Theresa hadn't noticed the growing intimacy between John and her friend. She was more than satisfied; she was satiated. After a time her regular breathing notified the other two she was asleep.

 John and Cindy shared each others gaze. John pulled her down into a gentle kiss. This grew in intensity as their hands began to explore each other once more. As their tongues swirled around each other the trend of John's member reversed. Cindy looked at him in joyful surprise. Together they moved towards another incredible orgasm. This one the deepest, most intimate either had ever experienced.

Some time afterwards as John caressed Cindy towards sleep she whispered softly in his ear: "I love you."

He whispered the same in return and still inside her, he shortly followed her into sleep.

John awoke to a slight chill. It was evening and the sun no longer penetrated the solarium. Cindy lay snuggled as a blanket atop him. To his great surprise he discovered he was still inside her. His hands began to explore her firm nubile body. The thought that they had both slept peacefully while he remained within her excited him. So much so he began to grow once more.

Cindy moaned softly and then lifted her head to gaze into his eyes. She suddenly became aware of John growing within her. Again she looked at him with both surprise and joy. She bent to kiss him deeply which helped speed the process of his growth. Once the progress was sufficient, they began to move together, their eyes wide open and locked together. This time their orgasm was soft and gentle. Somehow intensely intimate.

Once again they whispered an intimate vow of love. A final sensual kiss and Cindy reluctantly moved off him.

A glance to the side showed Theresa had pulled a robe around her as a blanket and gone back to sleep. At the sound of movement she stirred and smiled at the two of them.

They finished off the day with a leisurely soak in the hot tub. Afterwards John volunteered to make dinner.

Chapter 14

The girls spend much of the next few days stark naked. Somehow Cindy rebelled from the intense session with John by showering her attentions upon Theresa.

John luxuriated in the brief respite, using the time to work on various projects around the silo. For one thing he refined his video interface breadboard. The new one was smaller and more reliably built.

The collection of video tapes had turned into a virtual library, outgrowing the closet. John solved this by carting them off to one of the many inspection tunnels that circumnavigated the silo. He stacked them chronologically along the inside wall around the back side of the silo in tunnel six. He also took to locking the access hatches lest the girls stumble on them by random chance while wandering.

He was running low on tape as well as other non-food supplies. He made up a shopping list and notified the girls to plan on a shopping foray. The girls were ecstatic. They jabbered back and forth about what shops they wanted to hit.

It was now late January. A semi warm stretch had left the road passable by Cruiser, but muddy. John made sure that he had chains and extra cable in case he got stuck. Just in passing he threw in a folding shovel. He told the girls to pack a change of clothes. They looked at him like he was crazy, but complied. By the time they reached the road they were grateful for them. They changed in the second 'Cruisers shack. Wishing for wash facilities. A visit on the Internet had informed John of a new storm front, a big one, due in just two days.

John turned the girls loose with a wad of cash at the Mall with a reminder to be discrete and careful. They were both subject to being picked up by the law. They promised and each stole a long deep kiss in the relative privacy of the parking garage. They scheduled a rendezvous and John drove off on his own shopping spree.

The girls would not have been at all interested in the stores John found captivating. He visited surplus and supply houses. A trip to a local wholesaler for multiple cases of video tape. Electronics parts houses. A trip to a large merchandiser netted a small utility trailer. He splurged many thousands of dollars on esoteric gadgets. He was in seventh heaven. He solved the problem of security by renting a storage garage and parking the trailer in it while he went to meet the girls for lunch. He had one more stop to make first. He spent a whole hour searching out just the right person on the local college campus. The person was reluctant to deal with a person of his age, but a wad of cash overcame his fear and John left with a small package tucked away in his pocket.

When he met the girls they were laden with packages from almost every store. He cringed inwardly as they were a walking beacon of trouble. John helped them load the packages and then made a trip to the storage unit to stow them while they went out to eat.

At lunch the girls were fairly oozing with sexual energy. The shopping spree had left them in a sort of sexual frenzy. John managed to remind them to behave themselves. They almost obeyed.

John knew he was in for a hot night anyway.

After lunch John made a purposeful stop at the storage unit. With the door pulled down the girls released each other's tensions under the single dull light bulb of the unit. They abandoned themselves in each others bodies, hardly noticing the unheated condition of the storage unit. When they were finally spent the girls donned some of their new purchases.

Finally on the road again John made a stop at a large book retailer and the girls collected study material for their GED's. John went about pulling computer and physics books from the shelf. The book store cost almost as much as the girls had spent in the Mall.

Last on the agenda were stops at the grocery and liquor stores. Back to the storage unit to get the trailer. Now tarped over and bulging at the seams.

A stop at the restaurant where they had eaten on Christmas, parking the 'Cruiser where they could keep an eye on it while they ate. The owner greeted them warmly and they had a veritable feast. Once again the owner presented them with fresh bread as they left. Encouraging John to bring his daughters back soon, as they seemed to be growing up quick. John looked skyward and the owner nodded his supposed understanding.

They were barely out of town before the girls were back at each other. John made them keep their clothes on in case he got pulled over. They complied but every fastener was wide open. He made them climb in the back and stack some of the things into the front so he didn't have to watch them. They were distracting him from the driving.

At the shack they all changed into scrungier clothes for the return trip over the muddy road. A good thing as the 'Cruiser got stuck three times with it's load of the heavily laden trailer. They were all plastered with gooey cold mud by the time they reached the Silo.

John got the girls to help unload the perishables and then they parked the rest in the garage to unload later.

Once inside and warm, the girls turned the mud into a sexual game. They went straight into the shower, clothes and all. The hot steamy water slowly ablating the bone chilling mud. In surprisingly short time they were squeaky clean and hotter than ever. They followed the shower with a long soak in the hot tub. John joined them but they seemed to sense his mood and left him unmolested as sat opposite from him and kissed every few minutes.

They wore short terry robes to keep the chill from returning as they sat around the kitchen sipping coffee. Now that he was warm and clean, and the worries over logistics and perishables were past, John was in a more receptive mood.

He gazed at the line of Cindy's legs as they entered her robe. She was preparing a light snack. Each time she stooped for a dish John got a little more excited. When she bent into the fridge it turned into full blown lust. Theresa caught his gaze and followed it. She smiled and stepped up beside Cindy, bending into the fridge with her. She whispered something in her ear and Cindy giggled. Then they kissed with their heads in the fridge. Theresa's hand sliding up inside Cindy's thigh.

John sat there enthralled. The vision of the two tight backsides before him almost too much to bear.

He approached them and ran a hand over each shapely mound. The three of them went off arm in arm stripping clothes off as they went.

Hours latter they all lay satiated. The girls were sleeping soundly. John was as restless as ever.

He arose quietly and dressed. He made his way up to the surface and began hauling boxed items down into his workshop. When he had the last of them carted down he began to open them up.

For the next couple of weeks the girls saw very little of John. They amused themselves between their studies and their various carnal activities. Even when their periods started, it hardly deterred them much more than the depth of their probes into each others bodies. As usual, John stayed away from them during their periods.

Chapter 15

John was blissfully busy anyway. As he completed assembly of them. he moved various components of his project onto one of the unused floors. The result resembled a mad scientist's lab. There was a padded table with restraining straps and various arms hung about it. Kind of a cross between a barbers chair and a gynecologists table. Bundles of cables ran to a computer set up on a table. This was surrounded with video monitors and recorders. There was a second table with a sort of frame atop it, also fitted with various arms and accessories. Another bundle of cable ran from this to the computer table. Various tanks and containers of chemicals were stacked under the second table and connected to the arms by tubes.

All in all, the set up looked intimidating, to say the least.

John did his first tests on a Styrofoam head and an inflatable doll. The scanner table faithfully scanned every square millimeter of each. The results echoing on the computer screen. Then John tried phase two, in which he produced an exact duplicate of the head. Lastly he produced a "slip cover" for the head. He didn't bother to reproduce the doll, the chemicals were expensive. But he was satisfied.

Now came the hard part; talking the girls into it. He might have to wait a while to catch them in just the right mood. Right after their periods wasn't necessarily the right time. Just before was better. That's when the girls seemed most receptive to new things. They seemed game for anything. They had even initiated anal sex once or twice when they were in that frame of mind. John would bide his time. He locked up the area and started hanging around the girls once more.

Over the next couple of weeks John talked a bit about his ideas for some inventions he was working on. Probing the girls about how they would feel about being scanned. Neither seemed really reticent about it, but neither seemed enthusiastic either. When John shifted the concept to custom clothing this changed.

The girls had settled into comfortable, but fairly sexy clothing as their normal mode of dress. They alternated between terry skin tight shorts with tank tops and their spandex suits. Both hugged their lithe frames like a glove. Showing off each delicate curve

When they started to respond to John and each other several times a day, John knew the time was right. He helped set them up by preparing a special dinner. This of course was accompanied with several bottles of wine.

When the girls became a bit tipsy and started caressing John and each other he led them to the scanner floor. When they entered they tensed up a bit. John moved in caressing and teasing them both till they loosened up again. He had had the foresight to add space heaters to the floor so that it was a bit too warm and very comfortable. He talked Cindy into being first.

She giggled a bit as Theresa and John stripped off what little she was wearing. Theresa helped a bit, attacking various erogenous zones as they were revealed. Finally John got Cindy strapped down on the table. Then with Theresa on his knee -being caressed to keep her comfortable- John started the scanner.

Cindy tensed a bit as the various arms started to move in on her. When the first two didn't touch her at all she settled back. The next one however was more than she bargained for. She yelped and giggled suddenly.

"Hey! This things feeling me up!" She giggled.

"And not doing too bad a job of it...." she added a moment latter.

"Just relax. It'll be over with pretty soon."

"It better, it's getting pretty personal... hey careful there! That's sensitive" she giggled.

"Okay, first side done." said John as he released her straps. He kissed her deeply and caressed her firm body to encourage her. Theresa looked on suspiciously.

John managed to get Cindy strapped down again, face down on the table. Her cute bun cheeks begging one final caress before John moved off to start the scanner once more.

Once again the first couple of scans were non-contact, but Cindy moaned with delight as the next few traced over every square centimeter of her body. That is until the probes delved between her ass cheeks.

"Hey! Now it's getting VERY personal!" she yelped.

"Just hold still, dear. It'll be over soon." John said without looking up.

Theresa thought it was mildly amusing. She moved close and watched with fascination when the last arm moved in and tiny fingers carefully probed Cindy's entire pubic area. This part Cindy didn't seem to mind.

John had to remind her to keep still as she started writhing around in response to the multiple gentle fingers. She giggled a bit, but managed to keep reasonably still. This didn't last when the fingers started probing the bottoms of her feet. She started jerking and laughing till tears rolled down her cheeks. John decided he had enough and turned the machine off.

Cindy's reaction upon being released was to vent her tension upon John. She basically took him to the floor and raped him. Theresa helping. Seldom had John seen Cindy so hot. By the time she cried out in ecstasy for the third time Theresa was eager for *her* scanning. She stripped off her remaining garment and had herself half strapped down by the time John got free of Cindy to complete the task.

Even then Cindy was all over him as he tried to run the scanners over Theresa.

When she yelped a bit Cindy commented: "You might try warming that group of probes if you really have to probe there!"

"I'll say! That's cold!" giggled Theresa. "And damn personal!"

"Just lay still dear." John said.

"Okay... but were gonna scan you when this is done!" Theresa threatened.

Cindy nodded her agreement and John shrugged. "Sure, why not. It's only fair." he said.

He got Theresa turned over and Cindy moved in to watch as the fingers probed her backside and between her legs. She seemed a bit contemplative but didn't say anything then.

Theresa was as wild as Cindy had been upon her release. When the girls were finally through with John and each other Cindy piped up:

"Your turn!"

John resigned himself to his fate and showed the girls how to run the scanners. Mostly he just had to remind them of what they had seen him doing while he was scanning them.

He prayed for leniency as they strapped him down. If they didn't run it right the probes would not only get personal, but painful.

The girls shared the chair as they started the scans. They could still hardly keep their hands off each other. John gritted his teeth and didn't dare say a word when the probes got personal. The girls were right. That set of probes could use a heater.

To his surprise he was as hot as the girls when his scanning was done. He was fully excited. He grabbed the first girl that got close to him.. Which turned out to be Cindy. He took her on the floor. Theresa busied herself anywhere he wasn't paying attention to. Between them, Cindy's orgasm came swiftly. John wasn't done himself, he grabbed Theresa and entered her with the same intensity.

When Cindy recovered she moved off to study the machine as John and Theresa became fully preoccupied.

When the two lay side by side on the floor Cindy came back and guided each to their feet. She led them to the master bedroom and got Theresa bedded down. John came back from the bathroom and Cindy waylaid him, guiding him back to the scanner.

"I need to talk to you." she said.

"About what?"

"Oh, about the other attachments that you didn't use." she said.

"Uh..."

"Don't play games with me, I'm not stupid! I figured out what they're for!" she said.

"Uh... I didn't intend to use them on you."

"Why not?" she said. (To John's great surprise.) "Uh... well, I didn't know how you'd feel about them." "You want a complete scanning of me don't you? Isn't that's what they're for? To measure my insides too?"

 "Uh... yes."

 "So why didn't you just ask?"

 "Like I said. I didn't know how you would feel about it. If you thought the other probes were personal you damn sure would think these were."

 "I figured that out... Look silly. I love you! You're welcome to probe my eyelashes if you feel like it." With that she pulled him into a deep kiss.

 Her hand traced down his bare abdomen and over his manhood. His responded by moving his over her breasts and backside.

 When they finally pulled back she said: "So... lets do it!"

 "Okay, if you say so. I haven't really tested them. Not really something that's easy to test. Really a matter of keeping the pressure low enough to not be uncomfortable while high enough to get a good reading."

 "Come on..... perverted old man that you are. Lets probe my ass and pussy! If it's not too bad I'll figure out a way to talk Theresa into it too."

 John was bright red in his embarrassment, but he allowed himself to be led. Cindy was tugging him by his manhood anyway so he wasn't really fighting it.

 Cindy kissed him deeply once more and then hopped up onto the table. She wore a smirking grin as John strapped her down. To cover his embarrassment he talked about what the machine would do.

 "I couldn't really figure an easy way to take accurate measurements of the inside. So what I figured to do, was to inflate a condom inside... uh... the subject. with a setting foam agent. My biggest concern is that the foam gets hot when it sets. So I added small cooling tubes which I can run cold water through if it gets too hot. You'll have to let me know if it gets too hot."

 "Oh, believe me. I will!" Cindy giggled.

 As the other scans were run, John fitted the vaginal probe right off. He smeared the area with K-Y Jelly and Cindy giggled in response. He got the probe started into her vagina and then kissed her before moving to the computer.

 When John started the foam Cindy gasped half in surprise and half in pleasure. The foam expanding to fill her every crevice. It was HOT, but not uncomfortably so. John asked her if he should start the cooling and she threatened him with bodily harm if he did.

She was enjoying it! Never had she felt so full and so hot! Her body convulsed involuntarily. John worried about the measurement. He hadn't thought about what an orgasm would do to the readings. But finally as the foam began to cool Cindy settled down as the foam began to set up. She was awash with endorphins and content to remain still. John moved over and kissed her. She responded by giving him a tonsillectomy.

Finally John judged the foam to be set up and moved to extract the mold from within her. To Cindy it felt huge as it was extracted from her. She experienced another involuntary shudder as a result. Then John had the straps off her and she was all over him once more. John held her off as he deemed now was the time to finish the other side while she was so hot.

Cindy didn't bat an eye as he queried her about her last bowel movement. Just a few hours before, she informed him. She was almost in a state of sexual frenzy when he strapped her face down on the table. Her hips moving involuntarily to his touch. Moving back in anticipation of the last probe. John teased her pubic area to keep her receptive as he smeared the lubricant on her and the probe. He carefully worked it in and surprisingly, Cindy moved her hips in rhythm with his movements. She moaned softly in pleasured response until it was fully implanted. John wiped his hand on a towel and moved to the controls. He eased the pressure up slowly. Cindy gasped even so as the hot foam entered her anus. Separated from the delicate tissue by only a thin latex rubber membrane.

In spite of Cindy's threats John added some cooling. The effect wasn't lost on Cindy as she felt a mingled HOT and COLD growing within her backside. Her hips started convulsing involuntarily. She strained at the straps on her wrists and ankles. Her breath came in gasps. Goose bumps appeared randomly all over her body and seemingly ran in waves over her soft skin. Then without any warning she convulsed heavily once and was still.

John checked the readings just to be sure that the condom hadn't ruptured. He had used quite a bit more volume than he had expected. No, the condom was intact. A quick check of her pulse relieved his concern. She had just passed out.

John let the foam set up completely before he backed the probe out of her. He wiped it off with the towel as he extracted it. Then he tenderly wiped her clean. He unstrapped her from the table and cradled her in his arms. Sitting on a chair as he caressed her back to consciousness. Slowly she opened her eyes and smiled at him.

"Make love to me." she said huskily. "All of me, just like the machine."

John moved to carry her downstairs, instead of disturbing Theresa, he entered the guest bedroom. He lay her gently on the bed and she pulled him to her. Her hands in frenzied exploration of his body.

Later she lay sprawled unconscious atop him. Her body twitching a bit involuntarily.

John had never known such a passioned attack upon his body. Cindy had been like a wild animal, possessed and wild with passion.

He rolled Cindy off to the side and lay still while he caught his breath. Their sweat mingled and ran together as they lay side by side. Finally he pulled the blanket over her and moved off to the bathroom. He washed himself and then carried a warm wet washcloth back with him. John completed his cleanup, rinsed the cloth out. Then he crawled in and snuggled to Cindy.

She opened her eyes just a slit and pulled him into a great passionate kiss. She pulled herself atop him and hugged him fiercely, like she would never see him again. She acted like she was trying to pull herself right inside of his body. John caressed her back and sides. Goose bumps arose on her skin wherever he touched. Cindy clenched him tight with her whole body and gasped: "*I love you!*" in his ear.

John responded in kind and her whole body quivered atop him. He continued to caress her and after a time he felt her teardrops dripping upon his shoulder. Her body quivered atop him. He pulled the blanket over them and caressed her tenderly until they both fell to sleep.

In the night John woke several times to find Cindy clutching him with her whole body. Her legs wrapped around him like her arms. Both madly clutching him. Each time he caressed her gently and she snuggled to him as she relaxed under his touch.

Chapter 16

"Well, well, so this is where you two got off to." John heard. "If I knew whom to be jealous of, I might be mad!"

Cindy lifted her head and said: "Oh Pooh! Get your ass over here so I can kiss it!"

"I'd rather you started with my lips!" Theresa chuckled as she moved into bed with them.

John knew how dangerous the situation could be, so he put his heart into helping Cindy attack Theresa.

Their hands were all over her. Theresa was overwhelmed by the attack. But she felt less slighted as a result of it. She started to giggle as Cindy's fingers played over her body. John's lips on her throat were almost enough to convince her into staying. But she pulled back laughing.

"No, I'll start breakfast. You two are *much* too hungry. I'd better feed you out of self defense. You two play while I make coffee."

She kissed the two of them quickly. Not quite quick enough as Cindy left a purple hickey on one of her ass cheeks while she was kissing John. She pulled away trying to look at her ass in the mirror.

"Damn, you're after my blood now! Marked for life! I don't know what got into you two, but you can show me after breakfast!" Theresa half giggled as she left the room.

"Why don't you two rape each other or something, but don't show up in the kitchen until I'm safe!" she called back over her shoulder.

John trotted to the bathroom. Cindy right behind him. She caught his hand as he went to leave as she plunked down on the toilette. She held him as she urinated, pulling his hand to her face and kissing his palm then pulling it down to her breasts.

John stood before her, not knowing what to do. Slightly embarrassed by the situation. Bathroom privacy was something he had always honored around the girls.

Cindy had her own thoughts on the matter. She pulled his hips forward and sucked his member into her warm mouth. The surprise of the attack and the slight edge of the forbidden took him without warning and his member grew quickly.

Cindy took a free hand and grasped a wad of paper to dab at herself. Then she moved off the toilette, still holding John in her mouth. Her hand moved back to flush and she moved back against the sink. Lifting her legs to either side of him, using her heels to pull him forward. She guided him with her hands to the opening of her vagina and pulled him forward into her. Moaning in pleasure as he entered her tight vagina. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him like she had never kissed him before. Somehow driving her tongue deeper into his mouth as her legs clamped around his hips.

John was taken aback by the sudden onslaught. Not knowing what to do he began to move himself inside the young girl. Slowly at first to lube himself on her juices, which were in abundance. She was hot and ready. She started to bounce ferociously on his hips. Driving his half dry member into her. Loving every painful stroke.

John got an idea and moved around to open the shower door. He reached in and somehow adjusted the water with this lithe girl bouncing in a frenzy on his hips. He walked her back into the warm spray. Her lips locked upon his. Her fingers clawing at his back as he moved her against the cold shower wall.

He drove into her as her body felt the mixed sting of hot water and the cold of the tile on her back. John got an idea and cupped her ass cheeks in his hands. The tips of his fingers playing over her tender anus, washing it as he moved. She went crazier. Screaming in his ear as her body convulsed against the wall.

John lowered her to the floor. Holding her upon her feet as her legs hardly seemed worthy of the task. He moved behind her and bent her over. Again stroking into her vagina as the water splashed over the back of her head and down over her body. John stroked another dozen strokes to insure he got enough of her juices on himself and then he pulled her back out of the stream. Spreading her ass cheeks as he moved back. She instantly understood and moved her hips back into his. He positioned the head of his unit against her now tender but yearning anus. He had to fight her movements to keep her from forcing him in too quickly. Even so it was too dry.

Against his better judgment John moved his penis back into her vagina to pick up more lube. The effect was not lost on Cindy as she began to buck wildly in front of him.

Once again John pushed against her anus and this time she moved back a little too suddenly. She screamed in mixed pain and pleasure and she rammed back upon him. John grabbed her hips and held her firm to him until she got used to it. He stood her up and grabbed her tits with one hand while the other found her clitoris.

Cindy was crying in between her frenzied gasps. Tears ran freely down her cheeks and mingled with the shower water. Slowly a feeling of warmth and fulfillment came over her. Never had she known the feelings of passion and pleasure she felt at that moment.

When John felt her relax he began to slowly move within her. Furiously rubbing her clitoris and pinching her nipples to distract her from the pain. He kissed her on the neck and her body shuddered back against him. She twisted her head around and he kissed her deeply over her shoulder. Now they began to move together in unison. The fiery poker of his penis all that Cindy wanted to feel. The touch of his hands upon her body. The feel of his tongue sliding around hers.

John kept the movement slow and rhythmic. Kept them out of the stream of water lest they wash away the precious natural lubrication.

Cindy felt something growing inside her like she had never felt before. Not like the night before when it had been a hot driving passion that had driven her to abuse herself. This was a soft tingling feeling that encompassed her whole being. A warm sort of numbness flowed out over her whole body. John thought he could gauge where Cindy was at, although he was now into an area where he himself had no experience. Driven by instinct which told him to move slowly and let his passion grow along with Cindy's. Feeling the warmth of her body sliding over his member. Feeling her lithe body under his fingertips. Her young tongue searching within his mouth. They moved together slowly to the biggest (and yet not somehow) orgasm either had ever experienced. They had entered a world of pure, gentle passion that was beyond ether's realm of experience.

When John's orgasm hit it was a slow, welling up burning that consumed his whole being. Cindy moaned with delighted pleasure as her whole body became one big goose bump.

Something exploded within the two of them. John's semen like liquid fire within her, almost burning her and yet warming her soul like nothing ever had.

Somehow they separated and moved together into the stream of water. Sometime later they became aware that they were washing each others bodies. Rubbing together and languishing in the feel of each others skin as the slid against each other. They shared a deep, soft kiss that seemed to last a week. Then they washed each others hair and rinsed off.

Kissing once more tenderly as they left the spray for the warmth of dry towels. Somehow they managed to dry each other off. Not a word was spoken from the time they had entered the bathroom. Now they moved off to find what little clothing they needed to stave off the chill of the moisture evaporating from their satiated bodies.

John had to go down to the master bedroom for a terry jumpsuit. Cindy still had clothes in the guest room.

Cindy encountered John in the elevator on the way to the kitchen. She pulled him gently to her and kissed him softly. She pulled back and their eye's shared a look neither really understood. All they knew was that something significant had happened. Each in their way knew that they should seldom let it happen again. It was too intense. The feelings way too much to handle verbally. John nodded to her and they shared another soft kiss. Then the door opened and they moved off to join Theresa in the kitchen.

 Chapter 17

Theresa looked up at the two of them as they entered. She looked back to the French toast, and then suddenly jerked her gaze back to the two of them. Something was different. She looked long and hard trying to pin it down. Neither seemed to be paying any particular attention to the other. But there was some undefined .... *power* between them. Theresa felt a wave of jealousy and a pang of loneliness at being left out of whatever it was.

John came over and kissed her tenderly on the neck.... too tenderly. His arms encircled her waist and pulled her back against him. He hugged her to him and moved off, kissing her once more as he pulled back. Next came Cindy who didn't fool around about pulling her into a full body hug. Her lips descending upon hers tenderly... too tenderly. Part of Theresa's loneliness faded, but part of her psyche heard the scream of alarm bells. Whatever it was, they both seemed to be willing to share it with her. But neither seemed anxious to tell her what had transpired between them.

Cindy pulled back a bit and whispered: "I love you" in her ear. Theresa was startled.

They had each carelessly tossed "*Luv ya's*" at each other in the past. But this was the first time Cindy had ever said it so clearly... or so seriously.

The clanging of alarms got louder within Theresa. All she could do was nod and accept the lips that kissed her too tenderly before she could speak. Her body was quivering with desire and fright when Cindy finally moved off.

"So what's for breakfast?" Cindy queried absently looking at the French toast.

Theresa stood there a moment dumbfounded.

"What the fuck happened to you two?" was all she could say.

John looked up from his coffee. "Why? What do you mean?"

Cindy just looked at her puzzled.

Theresa didn't know whether to cry or scream. She stammered a bit and then calmed herself down.

Composing her thoughts she said: "Well, lets see. about forty-five minutes ago I awoke *alone* in bed. You two were nowhere in sight. I found the two of you snuggled in the guest room. When I woke you the two of you seemed hell bent on sucking my blood. Now forty minutes later you both come out like two dweebed out zombies and touch me as softly as a piece of crystal that would break. That's what I mean what the fuck happened to you two!"

"Oh... Well, last night after you went to sleep I got to feeling frisky. Rather than disturb you we used the guest room." Cindy said absently. Her eye's flicking to John for support.

Theresa noted the eye movement and turned to John.

He shrugged and said: "And you told us not to enter the kitchen until you were safe. So Cindy and I made love in the shower. I thought that's what you meant when you told us to *rape* each other." he concluded wryly.

Theresa looked back and forth between them. Half knowing they were telling the truth... and completely knowing that it wasn't the whole truth. Finally she shrugged and turned back to the French toast.

Cindy poured herself a cup of coffee and began moving things to the table.

Theresa was half way to crying, but she didn't understand why. All she knew was that something had transpired between John and Cindy. Something important. Something that didn't include her.

There was an uneasy silence as they ate.

"I think I'll see if the snow has cleared enough to roll back the solarium." Cindy said absently.

"I think I'll take a swim myself." John said. "Wanna join me?" he asked Theresa.

She looked startled... but dropped her eyes and nodded. Just what the hell was going on? she asked herself.

They all helped with the clean up and then Cindy moved off to the solarium.

John grabbed a carafe of coffee and a mug, queried Theresa with his eyes to see if she wanted a cup. She shook her head but tagged along behind him down to the pool.

Once there he poured himself a half a cup and took a sip. Then setting the carafe and his mug down he turned to Theresa.

She stood there not having the vaguest idea of what she was doing or why. John unzipped his jumper and stepped slowly out of it, like he was stripping for her, then he moved to her.

Theresa trembled as his hands moved around her. He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly... again too tenderly. John could feel her quivering and deepened the kiss. His hands felt her body through the soft material of her clothes and then stripped off her tank top and terry shorts.

She stood naked and shivering against him as he kissed her. It seemed right to her... and yet not. Like he was afraid he'd break her. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes and John kissed at them. Next thing she knew she was sobbing against his chest.

"Hey, easy girl. No need for that!" he tried to comfort her.

He walked her back to a lounge chair and sat down with her on his lap. Theresa continued her sobbing.

John didn't know why she was sobbing, but knew enough to keep caressing her. As he did so he continued to kiss at her tears.

When his mouth found hers she was suddenly hungry for it.

In moments their passion rose. Theresa was tearing at his back with her nails. She hadn't noticed the welts on it from Cindy's earlier attack.

John responded the best he could to her passion. Returning it measure for measure. Sensing this was no time for tender foreplay, he entered her roughly. It was the exact thing that Theresa wanted at the time.

Theresa feeling half relief, half fear, desiring nothing but his manhood inside her. When her climax came it was hard and wild. She bucked about with abandon as her body convulsed beyond her control. She felt John's inert seed enter her, and she lost all thought.

She slowly came back to find herself once more upon his lap. He was caressing her softly. She lifted her head to him and he kissed her tenderly. Now just the right degree of tenderness.

While he kissed her he lifted her in his arms as he stood and moved to the edge of the pool. He stepped off the edge without lifting his head from the kiss. The warm water enveloped them and they broke the surface still kissing.

John kicked back and Theresa naturally extended her body against his as they treaded water, still kissing.

John slowly swimming backwards until he bumped into a floating lounge chair. He pulled himself up into it and pulled Theresa into his lap once more. She snuggled against him and they floated that way for a long time without speaking. The warm water lapping at them as they caressed each other. When he was firm enough she shifted her position and they moved slowly to an open eye, face to face orgasm.

Theresa collapsed against him and they floated together for a whole hour with him still within her. Her snuggled to his chest. Finally she kissed him softly and slid off his lap. Swimming to the edge of the pool she pulled herself out.

John watched her lithe body as she pulled herself out and dried off. Then he swam to the edge and pulled himself out. She moved to him with a towel and he pulled her into a wet embrace. She giggled but moved the towel to dry him as he kissed her. When she pulled back, she smiled at him. Everything was right with the world she thought... at least with John.

John renewed his coffee, frowned at the now cold liquid and pulled on his jumper. He reached for Theresa once more, but she giggled and moved off after giving him a quick peck. John shrugged and headed for the Com room to check his E-mail, by way of the Microwave in the kitchen.

Chapter 18 Theresa squinted into the solarium. Her friend was nude upon her stomach as the sun warmed her shapely backside. She was lying on a double wide chaise, a little to one side. The shapely bulges of her breasts peeking out from beneath her. The sun felt good as Theresa once again stripped off her scant outfit. She stood nude in the warming rays admiring her friends backside. Cindy stirred a bit and squinted up at her. She smiled at the sight of the lithe nude blonde above her and patted the chaise next to her.

"Rub some oil on my back?" Cindy queried.

"Just what I had in mind." Theresa said playfully.

"Yeah, I'll bet that's all you had in mind, my darling little minx." Cindy murmured good naturedly

"Do you object?"

"Looking forward to it, lover."

The word caught Theresa off guard. She didn't know why. She *was* Cindy's *Lover*. Why should the statement bother her? She didn't know. But somehow the statement pleased her. She knelt on the chaise and squirted way too much lotion onto her hands. She was looking forward to working it into Cindy's soft skin.

She felt a wave of desire as she reached out and began to rub the lotion onto her friend. At first she covered Cindy's back, then her legs. Finally where she wanted to rub in the first place, over the soft smooth mounds of Cindy's ass. She felt the passion rising within her as the soft flesh yielded under her gentle touch. Her fingers dipping between the cheeks and Cindy winced a bit.

"Careful there dear, I'm a bit tender there right now?"

"Why's that?" Theresa asked absently.

"Cause that delightful man of *ours* reamed me real good this morning." Cindy replied tentatively.

"Back there? Did you want him to?" Theresa asked in surprise.

"God yes, Back there! It was incredible. And Yes I wanted him to!"

"Why? Did you really like it? Is that why you were so strange at breakfast?"

Cindy chuckled, then sat up.

"My turn! I mean your turn!" she said devilishly.

Theresa moved to lay face down, but Cindy caught her half way and kissed her deeply. Her hands found Theresa's breasts and caressed them as they kissed.

Afterwards Cindy pushed her down onto her stomach and squirted cool oil all over her back and between her ass cheeks.

Theresa giggled as Cindy began to work the oil into her skin. It probably needed it after the long soak she had had with John. She pictured herself looking like a prune.

Cindy saw a different picture and she rubbed her hands over the tight blondes soft skin. So perfect she thought, admiring Theresa's backside. Her hands freely explored the young blondes body as she worked the oil into the skin. Then she indulged herself as Theresa had as she rubbed the oil over her soft ass cheeks. Her fingers moved along between the girls legs and up against her vulva.

Theresa moaned softly in pleasure.

Cindy kept delving deeper with one hand between the blondes legs while her other hand explored the crack of her ass. The slick finger tip sliding gently over her anus, teasing it.

Rather than a direct frontal assault upon the blondes tender backside, instead Cindy squirted oil upon her large breasts and knelt down and began to rub them all over the girls back, paying particular attention to her buns, but rubbing essentially her whole body with her front side.

Theresa moaned with delight over the sensual massage. She could feel Cindy's hard nipples surrounded by her large soft breasts sliding up and down her backside.

Now Cindy added her fingertips to caress the blondes sides. Adding a tongue sliding down her neck and behind an ear.

Theresa was becoming more aroused by the moment. To feel the firm brunettes body sliding sensually over her body. Every so often a slick hand would slide beneath her and over her nipples or between her legs. Just as often it would slide over her vulva or tease her anus. Theresa found herself desiring to be touched there more and more.

She didn't fight it when Cindy rolled her over onto her back. She suddenly felt oil squirted over her breasts and down her abdomen then between her legs. Cindy first spread the oil with her fingers and then lay atop her and began to squirm against her. Caressing her whole body with her own.

Their lips met and their passion grew. Cindy's large firm nipples sliding sensually over Theresa's, now as hard in response. Her tongue began to explore Theresa's ears and neck. Sliding down over her nipples and back and forth sensually across her stomach.

She knew how to sneak up on her prey, just like John did. Her tongue tracing the line from her hip bones down the natural crevice and around her clitoris. The tongue explored seemingly at random, slowly zeroing in on her love button. All the while Cindy's fingertips were exploring the rest of her body, tweaking her nipples or sliding under her ass to tease her tender anus.

Without Theresa being aware of it Cindy had zeroed in not only on her clitoris with her tongue, but upon her anus with her fingertips. Her one hand moving back and forth between Theresa's nipples.

Cindy guided Theresa's hands to her own nipples. Which freed her hand up to explore the rest of her body. It slipped between her labial lips and a finger began to explore inside her. Knowing instinctively how to rub and turn and twist to find and caress Theresa's G-spot. Cindy's tongue found Theresa's clitoris in earnest as her fingertips began probing inwards on her anus.

Everything felt like a natural progression in their lovemaking. Theresa hardly noticed when a finger snaked inside her tender orifice. It seemed a natural thing. Her mind awash with the passion of the assault upon her tender body. Her hips writhing in response to Cindy's attentions. Her anus opening to the further assault of an additional finger, then another.

Cindy's other finger tweaking her G-spot as her tongue lashed rhythmically at her clitoris.

Theresa was now gasping for every lung full of air. Never had she known this deep an assault from her lover. Had she thought of it, never before had Cindy done any more than just a cursory probe of her backside with a little finger. Now her fingers were deep inside both her pussy and her anus. Theresa was consumed with what Cindy was doing to her. She was totally abandoned to whatever her lover wanted to do to her.

Cindy knew exactly what she was doing to the young blonde. She sensed every quivering muscle in the girls body. She could feel the tension of orgasm quickly building. Too soon. She backed off slightly from each of her probes until she held her friend right on the very precipice of orgasm. She kept her there until Theresa was begging for release. Cindy held her there with her tongue and the fingers in her backside as she withdrew the fingers from inside her. She used them to bracket and peel back the skin over the clitoris so she would have the most control. She snaked a little finger back into the tight vagina as a reference for the blondes muscle tension. She brought Theresa to the edge again and again, holding her there mercilessly.

Tears streamed down Theresa's cheeks. Her whole body burned for release. She didn't understand what Cindy was doing to her. Never before had she tortured her so. Every nerve in her body was alive and tingling. Every single one screaming for release.

Now Cindy carefully increased her attention upon Theresa's tender anus. She wouldn't know what had happened to her. But the body wracking orgasm when it came would be centered not upon her clitoris or vagina, but rather upon her tender anus.

Theresa felt random nerves firing all over her body. This was not like any orgasm she had experienced before. Random goose bumps ran in waves over her body. Her lungs gasped for every wheezing breath. She felt herself building to the most massive orgasm of her life, yet it felt like no other. She couldn't pin down what the difference was, but she liked it. When it came it was like a hot poker had been crammed up her backside. Her body convulsed as one tight muscle. Her mind awash in ecstasy.

At that instant Cindy dove in and bit upon her clitoris. Three fingers left and reentered Theresa's backside again and again. The scream from Theresa's lungs like that of a tortured animal. The firm young blonde's hips rose off the chaise high in the air. Cindy crammed all three fingers in as deep as they would go and wiggled them.

Then all hell broke loose in Theresa's body. Her ass was on fire. Her body convulsed again and again. She wanted nothing more than whatever Cindy was doing to her. It consumed her mind and body. Suddenly the fingers were gone, the tongue was gone.... and Theresa was gone.

A soft white light seemed to surround her. Her body was floating. Random convulsions ran over her abdomen. Goose bumps came and went. She shivered in the warm sun. She snuggled to the lithe body now caressing her back and sides. She felt tender lips upon her neck an then her lips.

Slowly Theresa responded to the movements. A tongue slid over hers and she tried to chase it, only to have it touch elsewhere on her body. Fingertips touched her there, and there and there... Warm skin against hers. Nipples against hers. All felt perfect, all just a part of the limbo she floated in. Her own fingers searched the softness and found the warmth they sought. Her tongue sought out and found another. She moved her nipples around and found the hardness of others. Her fingers found a warm sticky place and began to explore it. Finding the spot her mind told her was right she began to rub it in a manner she knew was right. She moved over the object beneath her and caressed it with her body. Her tongue found spots her mind sent it to hunt for and tasted them in a manner she knew was right. A rich womanly aroma filled her nostrils and she followed it in abandon. Then a rich nectar of love was upon her tongue. Just then a matching fiery probe found her own nectar.

Each movement of her fingers was mirrored upon her body. Each flick of the tongue an assault upon her own womanhood. She abandoned herself to pleasing herself. When the next wave hit she lost all feeling and thought for a long time.

Slowly Theresa became aware. The sun was warm upon her body. There was a warm soft leg draped over her and a soft warm body snuggled to her side. Eventually her mind identified it as her lover... and all was right with the world..... She slept a contented sleep.

Lips were upon hers. A voice was speaking tender words in her ears. Theresa opened her eyes into the eyes of her lover. Lips met hers once more, soft and tender, like they should be. And then the words began to take meaning.

She slowly sat up and said: "Yes, I'm starving!"

Cindy chuckled and said: "Welcome back lover. Have a nice trip?"

"Um.... delightful. ...... What the hell did you do to me?" Theresa's eyes came wide open in question.

The lithe nude brunette before her just chuckled and kissed her tenderly. As she had that morning. Theresa thought ... and then it all made sense... sort of.

Cindy chuckled and stuffed a part of a sandwich into Theresa's gapping mouth and handed her a Pepsi. Theresa nodded her thanks as she began chewing.

"I suggest you shower part of all that oil off before you slide away. I'm headed there now if you'd like to join me."

Theresa nodded her accent and continued chewing as Cindy moved her tight body away from her draping a towel over her shoulder. The oil glistening off her tight backside as her dark hair cascaded down her perfect back.

It took another few minutes of chewing and sipping at her soda before Theresa smiled and headed after her.

 Chapter 19

Cindy welcomed her into her arms when Theresa stepped into the shower. The shower was a mixture of tender kisses, caresses and a soapy, sensual squirming together. Theresa luxuriating in the feeling when Cindy washed her hair. Her head tipped back between Cindy's breasts. They finally dried each other off and then by unspoken mutual consent, donned their Spandex jump suits. Cindy never did explain what she had done to her. It didn't matter. She was her lover.

The girls found John just finishing up his business in the Com room. They each tenderly kissed him and then moved to their own machines to check their stocks.

Later they snuggled together and watched a movie off the satellite. John volunteered to cook pizza and the girls sort of melted together after he left. Nothing serious. Just enjoying the closeness of each other. John returned with a huge combo pizza, a bag of plastic plates and napkins and a small cooler of soda's. Just then a great old movie came on and the three of them lounged and ate pizza while they enjoyed each others closeness. Each kissing each other from time to time or caressing a lock of hair or feeling a breast.

Somehow the time passed. They noticed it was now late evening and they all headed arm in arm towards the bedroom. They seemed to undress for each other by mutual consent. They made soft, tender love to one another and then caressed each other to sleep.

Theresa had never known such happiness before in her life. She was no longer worried. She had two lovers who loved her completely. She loved them with all her being.

The next morning she awoke with a smile on her face.

Cindy grinned and told her to snuggle while she made breakfast. She gave her a quick peck on the lips and moved off. Theresa snuggled to her man as she watched her woman snake into some terry shorts and a tank top, then head for the kitchen. All was right with the world. She turned to gently kiss her man awake.

Slowly over a weeks time Cindy related the story of the extra probes on John's machine. Theresa didn't feel the least bit threatened when she consented to the additional probing. After Cindy's prepping, Theresa responded much as Cindy had First, almost hurting herself in her abandon. The second wave of passion the morning after, followed by the feeling that it was all *too* much.

Within a few days their lovemaking was pretty much back to normal. Anal intercourse forgotten by unspoken mutual agreement, but a new stronger bond of love between the three of them.

The digitizer and casting table were forgotten for the moment. It was several months before they came up again.

Chapter 20

For the next few months life was roses. John was happy, Cindy was happy, and Theresa was happy. Outside the snow was melting and the ground was turning green. Now the roof was rolled back almost all the time.

The girls accompanied John on his surface forays just to get over their growing cabin fever. He laid out sections of the property in preparation for planting. Lots of corn and other vegetables.

They made a welcome trip into town for provisions and a small tractor for the garden.

Driving lessons for the two girls and gray hairs for John. Not so bad as if they were out on the road. They retrieved the second 'cruiser from the storage shack and soon the two women could be seen cycling back and forth down the dirt road as they practiced their driving skills. Then more gray hairs on John's head as he got them each up to speed out on the highway. He was a good teacher for all the worry it brought him. His biggest worry was out on the highway. If they got pulled over he was going to jail. Somehow they never encountered a highway patrolman. A very lucky thing. Both girls then just sixteen. With Cindy the eldest at just a few months older than Theresa.

They had a bit of a spat about the women getting their licenses. John patiently explaining the law to the two of them. Then making them look it up themselves when they wouldn't drop it. In the end the women relented. Forcing themselves to be contented driving the thirty-two miles of dirt road out and back. At least they got to drive.

John made their studies a condition of their driving practice, but at this point either could have easily passed their GED's. John obtained some advanced courses for them without telling them that they didn't need them for their GED's. No harm in learning more than they needed and giving them a head start on College.

In the mean time both girls were maturing drastically. Their bodies filled out even sexier. The big surprise was when Theresa actually passed Cindy in breast size. The girls hips finished their spreading and both of them, all things considered, turned into stunningly beautiful young women.

They were also turning out to have a bunch of business savvy. Under John's tutelage their investments grew at an awesome rate. Within a few years they would be financially secure themselves. John actually dreaded that time. What would hold them when they no longer needed his money? It would turn out to be the least of his worries.

Spring passed on into summer. The women worked side by side with John on the garden. Grudgingly wearing at least minimal clothing when they were above ground level. They would strip down to nothing almost the instant they moved inside. John suggested that they hang shorts and halters by the door, like he did his work gloves. They chuckled over the idea, but eventually took him up on the idea. The rest of the time indoors they lounged around in mostly nothing.

John bought them each sexy bikinis, but it was a hard task getting them to wear them. Whenever they lay out in the solarium it was completely nude. (The solarium was the only place John would let them go nude while exposed to the sun.) As such their tans filled out... completely. With just the hint of tan lines where they wore their work shorts and halters.

They quit their arguing with him the day the man from the BLM showed up.

He drove to the gate, honked and waited. The women scrambled down the stairs all excited and roused John out of his work room. Himself wearing just shorts, T-shirt and sandals. He told the women to stay close to the garden while he walked out to talk to him.

He didn't open the gate until he was all the way up to it.

"Howdy!" he called to the BLM man. Noticing the stenciling on the side of the pickup.

"Howdy... and who might you be?" the BLM man asked suspiciously.

"John Stevens, I *own* this land. Who's asking?" John shot back.

"John Fisher, BLM. That's who."

"Hello John, what can I do for you?"

"Just a wondering, noticed a bit of rutting on the road. Don't get much travel on these roads out here. Don't like to see erosion get a start."

"Well, not much chance of that, this being mostly *flat* land. But since you mention it I've got a ninety-nine year right of way from the government to use the road. I'm the only one that's got any business out here so don't worry about it. Whenever the road starts to get too bad I'll pay to have it graded."

"All thirty miles?"

"Yup."

"You have any idea how much that would cost?"

"Yup, the price of a grader and at least two weeks of my time."

"You'd do it yourself?"

"Maybe, if need be. What's all this about anyway?"

"Just curious I said. Like to know what's going on in my district.... what are you doing out here anyway."

"Gardening. For now."

"What kind of gardening?" he asked suspiciously.

"Vegetables. For eating."

"What about the silo?"

"What about it?"

"What you doing with it?"

"Not much, the sucker leaks like a sieve. Got a dandy well for my garden though, if I needed it. Got enough water in that damn hole to water a golf course if I had a mind to. Got shafted real good by the guys who sold me the property."

"Yah, talked to them a while back. They're the ones who got me wondering what you're doing out here. Thought I saw them two kids go down into the silo to get you."

"The top floor is above water table, hung a few floors in the walls before the water rose up last winter. Flooded out two months hard work."

"Who are those kids anyway?"

"Just my nieces. Their mom sent them out to work for me for the summer. Mostly they're a pain in the ass. Always bored and wanting to go to town. I let them practice their driving up the dirt road and back. But won't let them onto the highway till they get their licenses."

"I don't envy you."

"I don't envy me.... Listen, anything else you want to know?"

"Naw, I was just curious what was going on out here. Vegetables you say?"

John sighed. "Guess you'd better come take a look so I don't get the drug sniffing dogs out here in the middle of the night."

"I didn't imply anything of the sort!"

"No, but you was thinking it. Come on. May as well walk."

The BLM man shrugged his shoulders and then followed John. The plants were all high enough for him to identify as vegetables. He looked carefully down each row. Much more carefully in the direction where the women were weeding. His eyes popping wide out of his head as he strained not to look *too* closely to their shapely bodies, their lithe forms quite clearly defined in their halter tops and shorts.

"Tammy, Charlotte Ann, Come over here and meet Mr. Fisher of the BLM". John called.

The women wiped their hands on their butts and walked over with as little interest as John hoped they would.

When they got close enough John said: "John Fisher, these are my nieces Tammy, the blonde and Charlotte Ann."

They looked at him suspiciously and shook his hand. Now they were up close, Mr. BLM was fairly drooling.

Cindy turned to John and said: "Uncle John, it's hot out here. Can we go get something cool to drink and maybe play Nintendo or something till it cools off. Maybe take a swim?"

John jumped in: "I told you girls that water was tool deep and cold! You'll get a cramp and drown and your mother will never forgive me. I'd end up dredging a hundred feet of water just to find your body. If you're finished with your chores you can go in and cool off, but stay away from the edge of the water!"

Cindy kind of shrugged and headed off with Theresa in tow, before she could speak.

"Come on Tammy, afore he thinks of something else for us to do!"

Theresa looked thoughtfully over her shoulder at the BLM man. And thankfully followed Cindy down the stairs.

"Nice kids." the BLM man said, watching them the whole way.

"Pain in the ass to get any work outta." John said.

"Yah, know what you mean. Probably hard on them out here in the middle of nowhere."

"They can lump it through the summer. I take them into town every now and then."

"Don't envy you, having to *watch* them two."

John just looked at him in mock disgust.

"Nothing wrong with them a little bible learning and hard work wouldn't cure." John said. (Having no idea how prophetic his words could be.)

At the mention of the bible the BLM man turned and started back to his truck. "Guess you're all right out here. Let me know if I can do anything for you... and keep an eye on that road erosion."

"Yah.... fix it myself if I have to."

"Might check out the price of a grader before you get any ideas about that."

"Might do that. Thanks."

John walked him back to the gate and watched him drive off before he triggered the control to shut it. He casually walked back to the silo before he walked inside and fired up the road sensors; Which placed the BLM truck just over the nearest hill.

John grinned to himself as he rounded up the women and explained the situation.

He kissed each of them in thanks before he herded them outside, barking unheard commands at them and pointing to different unseen flaws in the garden. He climbed aboard his little tractor and started to smooth out the roadway inside the compound.

John caught the flash of binoculars in the sun a while later and then noticed the cloud of dust as the BLM man headed finally down the road. He waited a bit and then went inside to verify his absence by the sensors. He watched them for a long time, to be sure he didn't turn back. Something told him that he hadn't seen the last of Mr. BLM.

He set about wiring the sensors into a computer interface. When he was finished the computer would let him know if Mr. BLM got within ten miles of the place. He could have made it farther. He next wired in a bunch of the personnel sensors all around the silo property. When he was done, nobody could get within miles of the place by ground without John knowing about it. If anybody should touch the fence, all hell would break loose. John tested it with sticks and rocks. Throwing hunks of sagebrush up against it. Nothing gave any false triggers. One touch of a human hand would set it off though. "*Nice hardware"* the government had spent his money on, John thought.

The girls were kind of spooked by the whole thing. Theresa was silly enough to ask why John had introduced them as his nieces Tammy and Charlotte Ann? John looked at her in exasperation as Cindy rolled her eyes.

"Well darlin, guess I could have introduced you as two runaways that I keep around cause they're cute when they're nude and are real good at sex for their ages..... " John mocked.

Theresa blushed bright red. Cindy busted out laughing.

"Look, sorry. But if he should choose to look, he will find I actually *have* a step brother who has two girls about your ages named Tammy and Charlotte Ann. Real hellions last I saw of them, they both ought to have juvi records by now. Come to think of it, it may have been a mistake to name them. They both may be on the lam for who knows what by now."

"Oh..." Theresa said, still blushing.

"Listen sweeties. I don't think we've seen the last of Mr. BLM. So when the road sensors go off were going to have to *look* like a hard working family for the time being. In the meantime I'm gonna go over my paperwork about the road. So go play and let me think." John said.

"But why did you try to give him the impression the silo was flooded?" Theresa asked.

"Cindy, why don't you go explain capitol gains, real property appreciation and taxes to her while I work this out." John mused, digging into his safe for the papers.

"Come on, Tammy, afore he thinks of something else for usn to do!" Cindy said with a smirk as she took Theresa by the hand and led her out.

"My what a cute 'lill ass you're getting gal!" she said, cupping it in her hand as she rounded the corner.

John spent the next few days reading the fine print on his title and right of way lease. Several times the sensors went off and when Mr. BLM's glasses flashed in the sun all he saw was the three of them working on the garden.

About the time it started getting old John found what he needed; The *government* was responsible for *all* road maintenance as a condition of the lease. The lease was fully transferable by the government to whomever held title to John's property. As long as it was dully noted with all named agencies.

John got on the phone with his lawyers to verify that all parties had been duly notified. Yes, all parties mentioned and a few more for good measure.

John got onto the phone with the regional BLM office. He identified himself and read off a lease reference number. The regional director got onto the phone and asked what he could do for John.

John mentioned as how a very nice Mr. John Fisher -BLM representative extraordinare- had made a trip or two out to his place to tell him how he was worried about the road condition and so John had looked into the price of a grader -and golly it really was a lot-, but when he got to looking at his right of way lease, he had found that according to paragraph such and such of said lease agreement, wasn't the government responsible for those *thirty-two miles* of road if they was really getting *so* bad?

Mr. Regional director could only stammer that he would look into the situation and would let John know what he determined. John asked if he wouldn't be nice enough to notify his Lawyers with such and such law firm if there was any further question about the matter. Mr. Regional director duly noted the name and promised he would take care of the situation.

Next time Mr. BLM drove past John's road he cringed internally. No matter what kind of kinky funny stuff those people were into it wasn't his business. He felt like he had been reamed by a freight train!

The Regional director himself had him in his office for two solid hours making it VERY clear that he should not set foot within ten miles of that road. Let alone let his- self be seen by the current land owner, lest he remind the current owner that the *government was, in fact, responsible* for road maintenance, out of *his* budget, from which Mr. Low level BLM mans salary was *also* derived.

When Mr. BLM had tried to defend his butt by bringing up funny goings on and scantily clad nubiles, Mr. Regional Director had made it VERY clear that he *didn't give a rats ass if a devil worshipping puppy lovers cult was growing poppy's on the property and performing ritual sacrifice of hamsters to appease the spirits*.

When Mr. BLM had persisted that the silo was made of the toughest concrete on the planet and shouldn't have leaked *that* bad. Mr. Regional director had asked him to estimate the approximate cost of maintenance over that particular road.

"Oh, about seventy thousand dollars to run a grader over it once a year and truck in needed gravel."

Mr. Regional director had then presented Mr. BLM with a like statistic relating to his salary along with associated benefits, federal retirement plan etc. Now, Mr. *low* level BLM representative, guess *exactly* where the money will come *from* if it's needed to perform maintenance on *that* particular stretch of road? Mr. BLM had finally gotten the point.

Mr. Regional Director decided he'd better cover his ass just in case. He had drafted a letter to the law firm John had mentioned stating that the road was not all that bad, but that the BLM would keep an eye on it. Should the owner feel that the road needed service then he should let the BLM know. He carefully miss-labeled the address by one zip code.

A phone call to a friend in the post office insured that the letter would be intercepted. It was indeed and was returned marked "*Party not at stated Address*". The letter was dully filed in the folder with the local copy of the lease.

The Director then made an inquiry with a friend in the FBI. A quick check of Mr. Stevens yielded that he did indeed have two nieces named Tammy and Charlotte Ann... and that Mr. Stevens was VERY well financed. Satisfied with the information and his actions Mr. Regional Director promptly forgot the matter.

Several weeks later John reclined in the Solarium, sunning himself. Theresa came out and proceeded to strip off her shorts and halter. John patted the chaise in front of him. Theresa smiled and moved to join him. Laying back with her head on his chest. John enjoying the view down between the young blondes breasts. He moved his hands around to gently cup them. Theresa moaned softly at his touch.

"You think this is safe?" She questioned.

"Quite. I think we've seen the last of Mr. BLM"

"How can you be so sure?"

"Oh.. I trust the bureaucratic way of thinking. See, I found that the *Government* was actually responsible for maintenance of the road. I made a phone call to the office of the regional director and made mention of my discovery.... emphasizing my concern over Mr. BLM's assertion that *I* was responsible for it. I would say that right now the BLM's main plan is for me to forget all about the ruts in our road and that Mr. BLM wishes that he never heard of this section of the county."

"You really think so?"

"Yes... for no other reason than I also trust in human nature; Mr. BLM's eyes near popped out of his head when he met you and Cindy. He would have been back with his binoculars trying to catch a glimpse of your tender bodies if he hadn't been scared off."

"Think you're smart, don't you!"

"Know so." John replied, softly running his fingers over Theresa's nipples.

They responded immediately and she turned her head to meet his lips.

Chapter 21

The summer passed way too quickly. The crops grew. The women grew firm and tan. John continued to *grow* despite his age. He began to wonder if the legendary dysfunction of age, came from living with older women who seemed to lose interest in sex, for sex sake, after their child bearing years had passed. He didn't ponder it too deeply. He was, for all intensive purposes, a happy man.

The women around John -as that was what they really were now- seemed happy as well. They had purpose -their studies and their investments- they stayed physically active and healthy. In fact they seemed to have boundless energy -perhaps simply from youth. When they weren't working in the garden, swimming or working each other and John into a sexual frenzy, they worked out in the gym. Putting endless miles on the treadmill.

Each afternoon they studied, *really* studied. Then it was sunning in the solarium followed by another swim.

In the evening they would all meet for a while on the deck and watch the sun go down and the incredible desert stars come out. Then they would retire to the kitchen where they practiced their cooking skills. Trying out recipe's they found on the Internet. While dinner was cooking John would sometimes do some star gazing through his telescope, or retire to the Com room to do some research on companies for investment. Sometimes he would tinker in his workshop.

They would all gather together for dinner. John instigated the practice of actually getting fully *dressed* for the evening meal. The women didn't object, in fact they came to enjoy it. It gave them a chance to wear the clothes they had been so hot to buy on their shopping trips.

After dinner they usually retired to the Com room and searched out a movie off the satellite. Usually towards the end someone would start feeling frisky.

It was seldom, that of the three of them at least two weren't feeling amorous. But the relationship was now comfortable enough that even if two weren't, it was OK. Even when not interested in sex, they were all always cuddly and sensual. Life was good. Perhaps too good to last.

The trouble seemed to sneak up on them in the early fall. Once Harvest came all worked pretty hard picking and preserving the vegetables.

Theresa being physically tired from her garden work, took to surfing the Internet, instead of her afternoon workout. After several weeks of this she began to get kind of moody and reserved.

John stumbled on the reason quite by accident, when his computer was tied up he used hers to search for something. When he called in her bookmarks he found a whole list of religious references.

"Oh Shit!" he said to himself.

He held back his fears and began to follow the thread of the bookmarks chronologically. Reading the information presented and developing a mental picture of the path that Theresa had taken. He was shaking with fear upon completion of the mental journey.

He cornered Cindy.

"*We've* got a problem." he told her.

"Oh? Aren't we giving you enough love?" she asked mischievously reaching in his shorts.

"Hardly... Stop that. I'm serious." he giggled.

Cindy pulled back in mock dejection, pushing her bottom lip way out.

"OK, what's our problem?"

"Theresa's getting religion."

"Huh? Is that bad?"

"Maybe the worst. It could destroy our whole relationship."

Cindy sat back and looked at him. He was quite serious, but she didn't understand why.

"How so? Isn't that her business?"

"Of course, but it could affect us both drastically as well. That sort of makes it our business too."

"Have you talked to her about it?"

"Not yet.. Haven't you noticed her moods lately?"

"Yah, figured it was just a phase."

"Well I just found out why.... She's been surfing religious information on the Internet."

"And you think that's bad?"

"I think you'd better follow the path I just did and decide for yourself. Just follow her bookmarks chronologically from about two weeks ago. In the meantime I think I'm gonna have a talk with her."

"Without me?"

"No... I guess not. Maybe we better talk about it again after you read what's got me spooked."

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"

"Yes.. very serious. It scares me to death."

"OK, I'll go see for myself.. Think you can keep her busy for a while."

"Maybe...I'll try."

Cindy hugged him reassuringly and then moved off to see what all the fuss was about.

John moved off to distract Theresa.

He found her in the library, studying.

"Hi ya toots. What's shakin?"

"Oh Hi John... Just studying."

"Feel like a swim?"

"Not really, kind of bushed from working."

"And what a cute bush it is." John teased.

Theresa frowned at the pun, but put her book down and looked contemplative at John.

"What's on your mind love?" John asked.

"Oh, nothing. Just thinking."

"About what?"

"Oh, nothing in particular. Just my life and the way it's going."

"Not happy with your direction?"

"No, I'm not *un-happy*. But it seems like something is missing."

John was silent for a time, formulating his response. He knew the signs, having been through them himself and having watched it again and again with friends and people around him.

There comes a time when a person starts to ask himself the meaning of life. The eternal questions: Is there more, what does this mean? Why is life this way? How should it be? All valid questions, but not necessarily with tangible or easy answers.

"Perhaps your life has required you to grow up a little too fast. A person doesn't usually get that feeling till they're in their twenties. Some people never seem to notice."

"Notice what?"

"That yearning you're starting to feel for answers to questions you don't know."

Theresa kind of nodded, but asked: "What do you mean by that?"

"Oh.. I think you know. Listen love. I want you to know one thing."

"What's that?"

"That Cindy and I love you very much. And there's nothing you can't talk to us about."

Theresa dropped her eyes and kind of swallowed before she spoke. Her words came hard to her, her voice soft and strained. "I know that... I love you both too...."

"But?"

She just shook her head.

 John moved to her side and hugged her. Theresa half let it happen, half hugged back fiercely.

"Okay, Kitten. I won't push. When you're ready to talk about it, just remember that we both love you. Don't be afraid to talk to us about it. We may just surprise you."

Theresa hugged him a bit more, then turned back to her studies. John sighed and moved off. After he left, Theresa looked after him, staring into space. A kind of shudder passed through her.

Cindy was just leaving the Com room when John walked out of the elevator. She kind of rolled her eyes at him.

"Just gonna take a swim, care to join me?" he said.

Cindy nodded and they silently trekked down to the pool.

They both stripped off and dove in. John swam a few laps and then found a floating chair. Cindy kind of waited for him and then climbed up into his lap. For a time they just hugged each other. Cindy lay her head upon his chest, tracing her fingers through his sparse chest hair.

"So, what do we do?" she asked finally.

"I don't know that we can do anything other than just be there when she decides she wants to talk about it. I just hope that it's not too late when she does."

"But why is she even interested in it?"

"Oh... that's sort of just a natural part of growing up. A person starts to look for direction in their life. Religion is an easy trap for a lot of people."

"Is that such a bad thing?"

"Oh...not necessarily. There are a lot of sound principles of life at the foundation of a lot of religions. I just never cared for the bullshit rules that went along with them."

"What principles?"

"Oh... ethics for example. Although most people confuse ethics with morals. Ethics are when a person is inherently good when nobody is looking. Morals are a set of rules that religion intends to govern everybody's' lives, because they say so.

I'm a *very* ethical person, but many people -perhaps most- would not think of me as a very *moral* person. In fact most would probably think of *us* as very immoral. But when a person is looking for meaning and direction in their life, religions can supply a ready set of guidelines that are easy to follow, which may by happenstance result in an ethical lifestyle."

Cindy kind of nodded against his chest.

"I found my direction when I came here." Cindy said, snuggling tighter to John.

John just listened.

"Before I came here I had no direction. I didn't give a shit about school. I didn't respect myself or anybody else. I didn't appreciate work, or self fulfillment.... I had no self-fulfillment. I didn't care about anything or anybody. I was just out for whatever I could take from the world...... Even in my attitude towards *you...*. I was out to take you for whatever I could get. Even with as generous as you were. You saved me from a living hell, and I was out to... "

She fell silent.

"I know. You were kind of a bitch at times, back then. Not too bad though."

"You don't think so now?" Cindy asked, fearfully.

John pulled her face around and looked into her eyes. "Listen, Lady. I'm so proud of you I could bust. No. I don't hold your attitude when you came here against you.

People learn from those around them. You never had any opportunity to know any better. You were a mirror of what your life had been like. We all are. But when you were given a real opportunity to change and grow, you embraced it.

I didn't expect it to happen overnight. I'm amazed that it took so little time, really. Some people never change. But you did. You dived in with both feet and took control of your own destiny. When the time comes for you to move on, I know you will do well."

"What if I don't want to move on?"

"Well, that's more than I could hope for.. or would wish for. There's too much of life out there that you haven't experience yet. I wouldn't want you to cheat yourself out of it."

"So you'll kick me out?"

"No, Never! I won't have to. A time will come when you will *want* to move on."

"Are you so sure?"

"Yes.. . right now you love me. You may always love me. - I hope you do. I know I will always love you.- But I've come to see the *woman* you are becoming as well. I expect great things out of that woman. You don't accomplish great things in a hole in the desert."

"You have."

"What? I got lucky. I took the proceeds of that luck and I made a fancy hole and crawled into it."

"Maybe, but you've profoundly affected two lives while doing it. And what about your tinkering?"

"Just addressing my basal perversions and fears." John kind of chuckled.

"How so?"

"Well... at this point I have you and Theresa digitized, physically that is. When you *and* her move on, I could still build dolls to your exact specifications that I can snuggle to on long winter nights." John *half* joked.

"So, deluxe sex toys huh?" she giggled.

"I guess..."

"I don't think so. I've been investigating your work. There's more to it than you've let on."

"How so?"

"Oh... articulated mannequins, custom clothing, life-like artificial limbs."

"Hey... You have been investigating!"

"Yup. You're a fraud. A big phony. You act like you don't give a shit about the world and then go off by yourself and work on something that could profoundly change it."

"Nice that you think so."

"Oh... I'm pretty proud of you too."

"Are you now?"

"You know it. I think you're a wonderful, caring, generous person and I'm damn glad I got to know you."

"Aw shucks little lady."

Cindy turned her head to him: "Kiss me, and treat me like that woman you *think* I am."

"My pleasure, Ma'am."

The kiss started gentle and sweet. They made love face to face, looking into each others eyes.

When Theresa found them they were snuggled close together, floating blissfully around the pool. Happy and satiated. A man and a woman in love. Part of her smiled at the scene. Part of her screamed internally.

"Dinner!" is all she said and she turned and left.

John sighed, then said: "For the next little while, I think we should sleep one of us on either side of Theresa. So she'll wake up between us."

"Why?" Cindy inquired.

"Just so she won't forget that we both love her."

Cindy nodded. They kissed softly once more and then made their way to the edge of the pool.

Chapter 22

John and Cindy dressed for dinner and then went up. Theresa was dressed, but more casual than usual for dinner, wearing Jeans and a sweatshirt. She nodded curtly to John and Cindy as they entered. She declined any assistance with the meal. The tension in the air seemed thick.

"Have a nice swim?" Theresa asked after a time.

"Very nice." Cindy replied.

"I'll bet." Theresa murmured quietly.

"You mad at me about something?" Cindy inquired.

"No, what would I have to be mad at you about?" Theresa mocked.

"I don't know. You tell me." Cindy replied.

Theresa shrugged and poked about her rice and vegetables.

John could see a confrontation coming up. He reasoned that Theresa would feel crowded if it happened so soon after his attempt to draw her out. He caught Cindy's eye and shook his head. She nodded. The meal lapsed into a long drawn out silence.

"I've been thinking about what you said about my machines, Cindy." John said.

Theresa looked up puzzled. John briefly explained about Cindy's observations about his experiments.

"So what about it?" Cindy queried.

"Oh, I thought it might be fun to try some fashions. That is, if you two are game?"

"Great!" said Cindy.

"I guess that could be fun." Theresa replied, non- enthusiastically.

After dinner John led them off to the lab. He called up their images on the computer, one at a time, beginning with Cindy (on purpose). He showed them how he could rotate the image and look at it from any angle. The image was incredibly lifelike. Like a camera was viewing Cindy's body, real time. She had him scan beneath her and zoom in. Her vulva presented itself in lifelike similarity. As often as the others had viewed this, she still blushed a bit. Theresa seemed even more uncomfortable. John quickly changed view.

He called in a series of different pictures and mapped them over the scanned image of Cindy's body. This elicited an excited response from both women. Soon they were mapping landscapes, starscapes and even faces over parts of their anatomy. A fun one was when John mapped the visual scans of one woman's images over the physical scans of the other. For some reason these images appealed to both women. Cindy appeared to have Theresa's nipples. Theresa, Cindy's darker pubic patch and shade of skin. However neither liked it when the facial images were mapped upon their features.

"So how do we make the clothes?" Theresa inquired.

"Well, if you think of the clothes like a negative image of the body, then first we have to make a positive image to map over. Kind of like how a photo is made. So first I have to make mannequins of you two."

"Oh, I get it.... I think." Theresa said.

"I get it." Cindy said, "So how do we do that?"

"That is the easy part. I can even color them correctly. You two sure you won't mind having doubles around?"

"As long as they don't talk." Cindy joked.

"Not yet..." John replied.

"I guess not." Theresa said.

John moved to the tank table and made some preparations. Then back to the computer. He called in a program and started it up on Cindy's image.

The women watched in fascination as the arms moved back and forth building layer upon layer of her body. Cindy noticed when it started to replicate the lower body cavities and wisely distracted Theresa to some other images on the computer. (At this point John had hooked up several computers in the work area.)

Slowly the machine replicated Cindy's body. Starting on a foundation of cables John had strung between multiple points off where the fingers, feet, hips, shoulders, and head would be. The chemical smell's drove the lot of them out to the solarium.

Cindy stopped by for a bottle of wine. John and Theresa were snuggled in the double chaise when she showed up with the bottle and some glasses. She pulled another chaise close and poured the wine. John had installed dim red utility lights to preserve his night vision for astronomy.

The conversation was quite a bit less tense. John and Cindy let it stay that way. They sipped their wine and enjoyed the Autumn sky. It was cool and Theresa snuggled closer to John. Cindy retrieved some knit afghans for them. John pointed out different stars and planets. Occasionally John and Cindy joined hands. Theresa didn't seem to notice. When Cindy slid her hand over Theresa's leg, Theresa sat up.

"Lets go check on the machine." she said.

She jumped up and moved off. Cindy looked after her and sighed. John took her hand and said: "Just give her time... and a little space."

"I know.. but it feels like I'm losing my best friend."

"I know.. I hope not. *Lets go see what I've created*." John finished in his best Peter Lorry impression.

Cindy rolled her eyes.

Theresa was bent over the image, studying it. When John and Cindy entered she swung around excited.

"It's fantastic! It looks just like Cindy!" she gasped.

"But it's having a bad hair day!" Cindy observed.

"Have to work on that. Probably a wig. Didn't think that either of you would go for shaving your head though, so I kind of faked it."

"Can I touch it?" Theresa asked.

"Uh... sure. I think so. Try the bottom of the feet first. I'm not sure how fast the coloring dries on the foam."

Theresa tentatively poked at the foot.

"My god, it feels like a foot!"

"It should, I scanned for softness and varied density of the mixture based upon the readings. Won't be exact though as it doesn't account for bones."

Theresa checked her fingers. The coloring layer was dry. She probed at "Cindy's" hip bone.

"Yah, not quite right... but pretty close!"

Cindy traced her fingers down over her "breasts". She shivered a bit.

"Kind of spooky. Like touching yourself without feeling it. Seems my nipples are going to be perpetually hard though."

"Have to scan you while you're asleep, huh?" John joked.

"Let me see." Theresa suddenly said.

"What?"

"Your breasts. Lets see if they look the same."

Cindy looked hopefully at John as she smirked and opened her blouse.

Theresa began to look back and forth between the mannequin and Cindy. Without thinking she reached a hand out to each and ran her fingers over them. Cindy's nipples changed instantly to match the mannequins. Theresa absently squoze a breast in each hand. Cindy kind of closed her eyes in pleasure.

Theresa was distracted by her investigation. She didn't seem to notice the effect she was having upon Cindy.

"So.. do they feel the same?" Cindy asked huskily.

Theresa seemed to realize what she was doing and dropped her hand from Cindy. She seemed a bit embarrassed but kept squeezing the mannequin.

"Almost.. Certainly more real than any mannequin in a store." Theresa answered, self consciously. She pulled away from the breasts and looked sort of longingly at the rest of it. She ran her finger tips over the face and kind of shivered.

Cindy took Theresa's hand and pulled it to her face.

Theresa didn't seem to mind this. She smiled at her and continued her comparison.

"Remarkable." she concluded, pulling her hands away from both. "So what about clothes?"

"You used to like me best like that." Cindy smirked.

Theresa frowned a bit, but let it pass.

"Sure." John jumped in.

He explained as he went about forming thin tissue paper over the mannequin and spraying it with a light oil: "This will keep the next layer from bonding, I just tell the computer how thick to make it and what materials to use. I can duplicate many of the synthetics. I have to work out spun fabrics and cottons. But I can simulate a light nylon spandex by inserting a crosshatch pattern with gaps between rows."

He elevated the figure a bit to work on the back. The whole frame tilting up, lifting the figure with it. It was like Cindy was tethered in the frame from multiple points. She kind of shivered.

When he layered the pubic area he grinned back at Cindy. "Feels pretty real to me."

She blushed a bit. So did Theresa.

He finished up the top layer and moved to the computer. Calling up a program.

"What pattern?" he asked.

"How about just a flesh colored suit to start with." Cindy suggested.

John shrugged and entered some data. The machine started up again and began weaving a pattern over the mannequin.

"How will you do the back?" Cindy inquired.

"The machine will lift it." John replied.

The progress was slow. Soon the monotony of the repetitious arms became boring. Cindy started to yawn.

"Why don't we let it run and call it a day."

The others both nodded.

"Oops!" John said. He momentarily stopped the machine and made some quick adjustments to the program.

"What?" Theresa asked.

"Oh, just forgot to add a way in and out. It would have fit perfectly, but I would have had to cut it off the mannequin and sewn it onto Cindy."

"Oh.. " Theresa nodded.

He started the machine up again. Now as the arms passed over the top of the shoulders it connected front to back by single thread lines along the top, spaced out every half inch.

"Have to put some kind of closure along there, or seam in some Velcro or something."

Cindy watched for a bit and nodded. Then yawning again she kind of tugged Theresa by the hand.

"Come on Tammy, afore he thinks of somethun else for us'n to do." she joked.

Theresa chuckled, but let herself be led. John watched them leave. Then turned and watched the progress for a while. After a time he move to the mannequin. The arms were busy on the top end. He carefully peeled back the tissue over the pubic area. He ran a finger down over it and pushed inwards. A tiny membrane of foam resisted his finger and then parted. His finger slid into the vaginal cavity. He felt around a bit nodding to himself.

"Not a virgin anymore huh?" he muttered to the replica. "Feels pretty real to me. But could use some lube."

He withdrew his finger and replaced the tissue carefully. He looked longingly at the replica and then made a check of fluid levels and such. Then shut down the lights and headed for the bedroom.

Cindy kept hold of Theresa's hand as she led her to the bedroom. Theresa didn't seem to mind. Once there Cindy turned to her and pulled her into a hug. Theresa at first let this happen, then returned it fiercely. Cindy just returned it as seemed fit at the moment. She kissed Theresa softly and then started to remove her clothes.

Theresa seemed hesitant, but then began to disrobe. Cindy could sense her ill ease and didn't press. Not particularly watching Theresa. She moved off to use the bathroom and brush her teeth. Theresa entered and with just a brief hesitation sat on the toilette and used it. Cindy seemingly self absorbed with her teeth. She finished and rinsed and then moved off.

Theresa finished and then brushed her own teeth. John entered the bedroom. Cindy looked at him and whispered: "Give us some time alone."

John nodded and as Theresa left the bathroom commented: "Think I'll catch a shower and then maybe check my E- mail. Don't really feel sleepy and I've got a bit of a head-ache from the chemicals."

Theresa nodded at him and gave him a quick hug and kiss. John headed for the shower. Theresa slipped into bed with Cindy. Cindy dimmed the lights out from the headboard and Theresa moved to snuggle to her, laying her head on her shoulder. Cindy gently caressing her. Theresa absent mindedly feeling her friends skin under her fingertips.

They lay this way for some time, just caressing each other.

"Cindy... " Theresa said softly.

"Yes love?"

"Do you ever think about our relationship?"

"Quite a bit actually. Why?"

"Oh... What do you think about?"

Cindy snuggled to her and said: "Well.. I think about how much I love you. And what a difference you made in my life when you talked me into coming here. And how nice and sexy you are... I kind of have my favorite spots on your body. I've always liked this area where your breasts curve out of your ribs."

Theresa giggled as Cindy caressed it. Then kind of caught the hand and intertwined her fingers.

"But... does it ever bother you?"

"In what way?"

"Oh... I mean loving another woman?"

Cindy hardly hesitated.

"No. It doesn't bother me at all. I love *YOU*. Not because it follows a set of rules that somebody else made up. You've been my *best friend* for years. You've been my lover for years. It's kind of like you're like an old comfortable sweatshirt."

"Oh Thanks!"

"You know what I mean. I'm comfortable with you. I love lots of little things you do. I'm used to having you there to talk to. Seems like I love you more everyday."

"But doesn't it bother you that I'm a woman?"

"No... Does it bother you that I am?"

"...... I.... I .. don't know."

"What's not to know... Look lover; I enjoy the special kind of love we have *because* you're a woman. We *understand* each others bodies in a way John never can. As kind and gentle as he is, and as talented a lover as he *is*, he can never *feel* the same things we do. He never had menstrual cramps. He doesn't know what a tongue feels like on a clitoris. When I make love with you... it's like making love to myself. I know exactly what you will feel when I do a certain thing. I know exactly what it feels like when I touch you a certain way or in a certain place."

Theresa kind of nodded against her shoulder and was quiet for a bit. Cindy gave her time.

"But.... does it ever feel.... *wrong* to do it?"

"No.. why would it?"

"Cause..... we *are* both women. We're not supposed to feel this way."

"Why not? Who said?"

"Maybe cause....... God said."

"God?"

Theresa was quiet for a bit and then nodded.

"Did *God* personally tell you this?"

"Well... no. But it says in the Bible."

Cindy sighed.

"Look love.. That was written by *MEN* thousands of years ago... *if* it was even translated correctly. Men who *said* that God talked to them....At that time conditions were a whole lot different than they are now. There wasn't *five billion* people on the planet. It was important then for the population to grow. There was strength in numbers. And presenting things that way kept men in control. I don't know how much of that stuff I believe... but I have to take a good hard look at it and think about it before I buy any of it. Personally, I don't think that God would object if I show affection to someone I dearly love.

"I do know that society objects to anything that threatens their narrow little niche of thinking. They like things to stay the way they are. Women loving women, or men loving men just rubs them the wrong way. But who are we hurting?

"If the way we *are* was known by society, it might make some of them uncomfortable, but they don't live their lives for me. They don't know what my life is like. Why should I live my life for them? It's *my* life.

I'm not ashamed of my love for you, or for John. Society would take almost as dim a view of that too. I love you both dearly. And with the exception of how it would affect our lives, and our ability to live our lives the way we want to, I don't really give a shit what society thinks about the way I live. If I want to feel the softness of my lovers breast, in private, it's none of society's damn business."

Cindy ran her hand softly over Theresa's breast. She trembled a bit under her touch. Cindy pulled her head back and ever so gently kissed her. Tears welled up in Theresa's eyes, but she responded to the kiss. Cindy made love to her as gently as she knew how.

Theresa's desire grew like a flame. When her orgasm came it was accompanied by a sob. Theresa needed the love she felt, but was more confused than ever. She clung to her lover as they caressed each other softly.

Cindy said quietly: "I... think you ought to talk to John about this too. He's a whole lot smarter than we may give him credit for. I know he loves you dearly. He's a whole lot better at explaining things than I am too."

Theresa just nodded against Cindy's breast. They continued to caress each other to sleep.

John found them snuggled together, sleeping, but just. Their bodies still damp from the perspiration of their passion. He snuggled to Theresa's side and gently kissed her on the shoulder before nodding off himself.

Chapter 23

The next morning Theresa awoke between her two lovers. She smiled to herself about the feel of them against her body. Then something began nagging at her. One of the bodies was another woman. The other was an older man. Neither was her lifetime mate. She was married to neither of them. The rules said that it was all wrong.... so why then did it feel so good?

She thought about the words Cindy had said the night before. At the time they had all made sense. She had found herself nodding in agreement with almost every sentence.

As she tried to reconcile them with other things she had read, they all seemed twisted and perverted. How could they be both things at once? Which one was true?

She gently kissed her friend on the forehead and then turned to her man. She felt the firm muscles of his chest against her breast and the protrusion of his manhood against her leg. She kissed him on the forehead as well and then carefully extracted herself from between them.

She stood at the foot of the bed looking back down at the two of them. They seemed to sense the vacuum between them and in their sleep seemed to roll towards each other. An arm moved searching over Cindy's side and sort of pulled her towards him. She responded in her sleep and rolled to meet him. Once together they suddenly seemed content once more. The gap closed. It had all been totally sub- conscious. Something was missing and they had moved to fill the gap. Now they were whole. Without her.

Theresa stood there looking at them feeling like a fifth wheel. Like a spare tire hanging on the back in case it was needed. It didn't occur to her that what was missing between them, was her. That they had moved to compensate for her absence.

All she saw, was a whole made up of the two of them, that didn't include her.

She shivered a bit in the morning coolness. A vast empty, lonely feeling swept over her. She felt a thickening in her throat and a stinging in her eye's. She turned and hurried to the bathroom. Perhaps she could find some reference of stability in her morning bathroom routine. She found little. In the shower tears flowed from her eye's and merged with the falling spray.

She cried herself out and then stepped out of the shower.

Drying herself, she caught her reflection in the mirrors, partially obscured by steam. She wiped them off with the towel and was surprised by the image that was reflected to her.

She was torn by what she saw; one, an image of a beautiful young woman. Firm of body, yet sensually soft. Her breasts high on her chest. Her nipples puckered up in arousal. Her soft, blonde pubic mound cleft in the middle by the protruding glistening peak of her clitoris. Her hips wide, yet svelte. The sleek line that traced down her side and over her thigh into her leg.... Yet, Secondly she saw an emptiness in her eye's. A pout on her lips. A scowl on her face. Why the scowl? If she was actually *that* lovely woman who's image looked back at her, then why should she not be ecstatic with life?

She turned away from her reflection. She dried her hair and combed it out. Trying to see the details to guide the mechanics of her actions without actually looking at the reality of the whole image.

She moved to the wardrobe and again stopped herself from consciousness. Without thinking she selected sheer, light panties, a tight short skirt and a clingy, satiny blouse. When she viewed the result in the mirror she gasped at herself. The satin material of the blouse clung to every curve of her breasts. The dark circles of her nipples clearly defined down to the goose bumps that the image invoked.

She returned to the wardrobe and added a satin bra underneath the blouse. Examining herself once more she found a stunning woman looking back at her. She shook it off and searched out a pair of stockings and suitable shoes.

Averting her eye's away from the many mirrors, she stealthily crept out of the bathroom and through the bedroom.

She lingered once more in the dim light of the room, viewing the couple snuggled against each other. A part of her mind now placing the sleek, firm woman reflected in the mirror between the two of them. For some reason, it fit perfectly. Now they seemed less than whole without that image between them.

She smiled at them and moved the comforter over the sleeping pair, careful not to disturb them. Feeling a warm, comfortable feeling inside herself. A glowing warmth from the love she felt for each of them. She longed to crawl back in between them. Instead she crept out and made her way towards the kitchen.

She navigated automatically. Her mind elsewhere. Without thought she passed by the kitchen and found herself in John's laboratory. She turned on the lights and made her way to the second table. There she stood gazing at the beautiful image before her. The machine had completed it's task during the night. Cindy's Doppelganger now resided suspended within the metal frame. Now a knit body suit clung to her every curve and crevice. The dark firm nipples clearly defined even through the oiled tissue beneath the sheer, delicate fabric.

Theresa found herself becoming aroused by the sight. Her hands drawn to the figure before her. They moved over the replica lightly, feeling the softness beneath the light fabric. One hand moving up to caress a perfectly packaged breast. The other down over the abdomen and over the soft mound of Venus and between the legs. Deciphering the ridges of the labia beneath the light, woven fabric. Her breath caught in her throat. She stopped her investigation only when she caught herself moving towards the face of the image. She had actually been going to kiss the replica!

The realization brought her to her senses... sort of. She looked longingly once more at the mannequin and then finally actually made her way to the kitchen.

She set about making breakfast. Again without really thinking. She knew what she was going to prepare, without ever consciously thinking about it. John's favorite breakfast was Monte Cristo sandwiches with dark, rich coffee and champagne orange juice.

John awoke snuggled to a warm body. Without thought he moved a hand slowly to a breast and softly cupped it. As good as it felt, something was wrong. He opened his eye's. It took him a moment to realize what *could* be wrong with waking to the feeling of a firm breast in one's hand. It was the *wrong* woman's breast.

Not that there was anything wrong with the woman whose breast it was, but John had purposely bracketed Theresa between them when he had crawled into bed. Now she was gone! Cindy responded to the hand on her breast and rolled towards him as she opened her lovely green eye's.

"Good morning" she smiled at him.

"Good morning" he smiled back.

They tentatively moved into a light, reserved, morning kiss.

As if on cue, Theresa appeared at the door laden down with a giant serving tray.

"Oh good, you're awake!" she bubbled, setting the tray down on a dresser.

"Damn, Theresa. It was my turn to cook! Gonna have to flog you if you keep this up!" Cindy said looking up, then to John: "That is still the punishment for an uppity servant isn't it? Flogging?"

"I take the fifth. Never actually flogged anybody in my life." John replied.

"No biggie, I just woke up before you and felt like doing something." Theresa said, selecting two mugs of coffee and handing them to the pair in bed.

"Felt like doing something.... Damn you look fine girl! How long have you been up?" Cindy asked.

"Oh.... an hour or so I guess." Theresa replied.

John nodded his thanks. Took a sip and slipped out of the bed heading for the bathroom, mug in hand. "Great coffee!" he called over his shoulder.

Theresa watched his bare backside retreating then turned to Cindy, who was studying her closely.

"An hour huh? .... And showered, fluffed, primped and packaged like a million bucks, then made breakfast in your spare time." Cindy mocked knowingly.

"Oh.. maybe a bit longer." Theresa demurred, sipping from her own mug of coffee.

"OK... But you can't fool me. I know better. Thought I'd worn you our last night. Must be losing my touch."

"Not that I'd noticed." Theresa replied absently rolling her eyes.

John returned from the bathroom. Theresa's attire had prompted him into a terry wrap around robe. He handed one to Cindy, who nodded her thanks. Slipping into it as she slipped away to the bath.

"Breakfast in bed?" John inquired.

"For my man, only the best." Theresa replied quietly, "Besides, I think I owe you one." She was thinking of the first morning after she had arrived.

John looked at her a moment and then moved to kiss her lightly. "You look nice." he said, pulling back.

"Oh... just felt like something different." Theresa said.

John eyed the tray. "Monte Cristo's? Champagne orange juice? Dressed to Kill? Different huh? OK... who am I to argue with Nirvana?"

"What's Nirvana?" Theresa inquired.

"Hindu Heaven... A place of ultimate happiness. The epitome of Pleasure." John said, selecting a Monte Cristo half.

Theresa looked thoughtful. "Maybe I should read up on it."

Perhaps that was the way, thought John. Expose her to all religions.... Better yet..... A history of religion showing how belief's diverged and merged. To Theresa he just nodded.

John moved a small, short table over next to the bed and moved the tray to it. Then climbing back onto the bed he scootched back against the large padded headboard. Motioning to Theresa to sit by him.

She smiled and moved to his side, kicking her shoes off first.

She snuggled to his side and sipped at her champagne orange juice as he selected another Monte Cristo half. Cindy exited the bath and crawled up next to Theresa's other side.

"Now that I've brushed my teeth, may I thank you properly for breakfast in bed?" She said.

Theresa turned to her and they melted into a deep, searching kiss. Theresa's breath catching in her throat. She enjoyed the kiss much more than she felt comfortable with, but she didn't fight it. Rather she returned it in good measure.

"Now that's more like it!" Cindy said softly when they finally parted, smiling at Theresa.

Theresa blushed a bit.

John's hand casually traced up the inside of Theresa's leg as he chewed. Swallowing he remarked: "Almost seems a shame that you did such a nice job covering up. Makes me want to rip it all off again. Perhaps it's safer for me that you girls haven't seemed to notice that clothing can be much sexier than full nudity."

"She does look sexy at that." Cindy agreed.

Theresa blushed even more, but enjoyed the attention she was getting. She sipped her orange juice and leaned back between them. Her other hand tracing softly over Cindy's leg.

"Can I have some of that food?" Cindy requested.

John passed her the plate of sandwiches and held it while she selected one. Then passed her a champagne orange juice. She took a sip and then twisted to place it on the headboard.

"Kind of like this breakfast in bed thing, gonna have to think up a better tray system though. Maybe trays that can hang on the sides and swing out over the bed."

"Always the inventor." Theresa chuckled.

"Speaking of which, I wonder how my outfit turned out." Cindy said.

"Incredible..... I poked my head in and looked at it before I made breakfast." Theresa replied.

"Really?"

"It will fit you like a second skin..... Maybe John's right about clothing being sexy. The sight of it made me want to rip it off. That damn mannequin is almost too damn real."

"That's what I had in mind." John remarked.

"I'll bet.." Cindy muttered to herself knowingly, then louder: "I can hardly wait to try it on if it's that sexy.... And maybe let Theresa rip it off."

"Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." John said, "This could cost me a fortune in materials. Might be worth it though."

"Damn you look fine girl!" Cindy said suddenly. "Haven't seen you all dressed up like this for a long time. Didn't realize just how beautiful you were getting."

John nodded enthusiastically. "Both of you are getting sexier everyday. Wish I could have scanned you both when you first arrived. Then I could show you just how much you've both changed."

"Don't think I was ready for that damn personal machine probing my smallest niches when I first got here. Probably would have run screaming out of the place and turned you in at the nearest town."

"If you'd made it. It was damn cold if you'll remember." John remarked.

"Yes... I remember. You were the first *gentleman* I ever met. You were so damn respectful I thought you didn't like me."

"Just how *did* you two get together?" Cindy asked, "Theresa never told me how she happened to be here."

"I ran over her on the way back from the liquor store. Figured it was safer to keep her hidden than to turn myself in." John joked.

"No, I'm serious!" Cindy remarked.

"So am I." John replied.

"You ran over her?"

Theresa nodded.

"You tell her, I'm eating." John remarked.

Theresa poked him in the side and then snuggled to him as she started to tell Cindy the story of how they met. Her eyes dreamy as she related the story.

Despite his chewing, John filled in details from when Theresa was unconscious between bites. Theresa listening intently to these parts herself.

"You mean you stripped and bathed this lovely creature and didn't lay a hand on her?" Cindy asked.

"One of the hardest things I ever did. I was so damn horny I thought my dick would pop. Probably a good thing she stayed unconscious. If she had woken up and seen my raging hard-on I don't know what she would have thought!"

"Probably would have attacked you. I was pretty horny myself at the time. When I did finally wake up, down in what's now the gym. I didn't know where I was. My clothes were all gone. I was clean, and I hadn't been. I had on these damn giant jockey shorts and a mans T-shirt. Didn't know what to think. All sorts of things passed through my head. Then this nice *old man* brought me breakfast in bed. Felt like an episode of the Twilight Zone."

"But how did you happen to be out here in the first place?" Cindy asked.

"Oh... Caught a ride with this damn cowboy. God he was ugly. He waited till we were way out of town and then started to feel me up. I tried to fight him. He punched me in the eye. He pulled over and unzipped his pants and pulled out this pitiful little, ugly cock and told me to suck it or walk. I got out. He shrugged and drove away. Took my backpack with him. Everything I owned at the time. It was night and real cold and I didn't have enough on. I walked along for a whole hour without seeing a car. Then this fancy sports car came flying around a corner and I just ran in front of it trying to flag it down. I realized too late that he wasn't going to stop in time. Next thing I knew I woke up in the Twilight Zone."

"Did you actually run her over?" Cindy asked.

"No... I got slowed down to five or ten miles an hour. Trying to swerve at the same time. I caught her hip on my right fender. Threw her a good twenty feet off the side of the road. She hit her head on a rock when she landed. I thought I'd killed her, but she had a pulse. All I knew was that I had better get her warm. The silo was the closest place. Both to get her warm and to call for help if she needed it.

I didn't even think about the case of scotch in the car. Probably would have put me away for thirty years if she had died. But I hadn't been drinking at all. I never do drink and drive.. anymore. I think back from when I was young. God I was stupid. Could have killed myself and a whole lot of other people. If I'd been even slightly drunk when I hit Theresa, I probably would have killed her. Even full sober I just barely missed doing so."

"I'm glad you didn't." Cindy said, snuggling to her friend.

"Me too." Theresa chuckled.

"So how come you woke up in the gym?" Cindy asked, not thinking about the master bedroom not being finished when she arrived.

"Oh... This wasn't finished. John was living down there, had it set up like a little apartment. He gave me a tour of the place after I was able to get around. Seemed more Twilight Zonish all the time. This place was just a bunch of steel girder's hanging in a cement tube. Couldn't imagine for the life of me why somebody would want to live way out here in a hole in the ground. Seemed like a nice old coot though. And harmless. Seemed like a good place to hide out for a while."

"Nice *old* coot? *Harmless*?" John protested, "Why I should have ravished you for a week and left you out for the coyotes."

"But you didn't.... and that's why I'm still here.... and in love with you.... I still kind of think you're a nice *old* coot. But not quite so harmless."

"Well, alright then. as long as you realize I'm not *that* harmless.... But I'm not that old!" John said, finishing the last of his coffee.

Cindy had been listening. Now she inquired: "You mean that you've done all this work in that short of time?"

John and Theresa nodded.

"He did most all of it himself. I only started to help when we started to work on your room. But I did all the plumbing to heat the pool."

"Almost all of it... I never did tell you how much I had to do to the rest of the silo to deal with all the humidity you stirred up when the water started getting warm." John said.

"But that's incredible. When I first saw this place I pictured construction crews working on it for years!" Cindy said.

"Once he gets his mind set, John's an industrious little beaver." Theresa said.

"So what were you doing while John was doing all this work?"

"Oh, he set me to slaving away in the kitchen, but mostly I just watched TV and played on the Internet."

"And plotted the best ways to seduce me while I was working! I still remember that day in the workshop when she showed up wearing sexy lingerie. Took her on the floor on a pile of sawdust."

"I had sawdust in my hair for days.... and it got into *everything*! Itched like hell! But it was worth it. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. He didn't try to fight me off much after that."

"Meet me in the workshop in ten minutes." John said.

"Oh no." said Theresa extracting herself off the bed, "Time for you two to get your lazy.... lovely... butts up. I've been up for hours slaving away on your breakfast.

Now Cindy, kiss me and then head for the shower. I know you must feel like I did when I woke up. We got pretty sweaty last night.

John, put some clothes on, real clothes. I'll be wanting you to take me for a walk around the estate after you and Cindy are finished with your playing in the lab..... that ought to take several hours.

Cindy, you can dress casually till you and John are finished with your play time. But then I expect you to dress properly..... for our walk. Make it practical, but make me want to tear it off. OK? I'm gonna go clean up this mess."

Cindy and John just nodded to her in astonishment. But didn't move.

"What, no morning loving for me?" John managed to stutter.

"NO....... Maybe after our walk I'll let you prove to me that you're not *all that harmless*. Now move it!"

Cindy bounced out of bed, her robe flying open by the action. She moved to Theresa who pulled her into a hug and then kissed her deeply. John climbed off the bed and headed for the wardrobe dejectedly.

"I'll meet you in the lab after I load the dishwasher. I wouldn't miss your trying on that outfit for anything. Now get in the shower!" Theresa told Cindy, giving her bare buttock a resounding slap. Then caressing where she had slapped.

"Yes Boss." Cindy mocked, as she moved away rubbing her glowing ass cheek.

Theresa watched her move, noticing how lovely the curves of the cheek were before she turned to gather the dishes back onto the tray. She lugged it back to the kitchen after she replaced her shoes.

Chapter 24

Cindy gasped at the sexily clad mannequin: "God, she wasn't kidding. That's *me* there and *I* want to rip it off with my teeth."

"Me too, but instead lets slit these threads along the top. Damn, forgot about the cables. Have to patch the holes there. Maybe compensate for body sag if I just suspend from the fingers, toes and head."

"Body sag! There isn't an ounce of sag on this body... cept these lovely parts... and they're firm!" Cindy said, indignantly. Cupping her breasts.

"Yes they are, truly lovely. No, I meant the sag in the center of the mannequin that will result from it's weight if I remove the cables from the hips and suspend it from each end."

"Oh... I see."

"Hand me that Exacto knife. I'm eager to take this off myself."

John slit the tiny threads across the top and began to peel the outfit off the mannequin. The hip cables presented a problem. He solved it by shielding the mannequin with sheet metal while he torched the cables between the body and the frame. Doing both sides and then cooling the cables in a can of water before touching them. The ends were fairly smooth, but wouldn't unravel as they were melted together. He ran a file over some rough spots before he pulled them through the tiny holes they left.

The arms and legs he just unhooked from the frame and snaked them through the large openings in the outfit. Just for fun he suspended the mannequin from ceiling hooks after he finished peeling off the outfit. It looked spookily like a nude Cindy hung there from the ceiling. Her eye's closed.... having a *bad* hair day.

Cindy took the outfit and peeled off her scant outfit. She had pulled on only some tight terry shorts and a cotton halter top after her shower, as per Theresa's commands.

Now she stepped into the skin colored outfit and began to tug it into place. It was much tougher than she expected. Some parts slipped into place like they had been painted there, others were much too snug. Between her legs the light fabric followed her almost hair by hair, hugging her labia like a second skin. She managed to get the outfit up over her breasts, but it was *way* too snug in lots of places. Finally, with John's help she managed to get the outfit all the way on. It stretched enough to accommodate the tight spots. John threaded a needle and coarsely stitched the top seam back together.

He stepped back to survey his work, and started to salivate. Just about that time Theresa entered the room.

"God... the mannequins walking now!... Did her hair too! God that's sexy! Make me one!" she said.

"Too damn tight in places." Cindy muttered, looking at herself in a mirror John had carted in and leaned against the wall next to the replica Cindy.

"Been gaining weight? Maybe I'm feeding you too much?" Theresa joked... drooling a bit herself.

John carefully looked back and forth between the two images.

"No... and yes." he muttered cryptically, "The problem is that you two have been working out...... and growing up since I first scanned you. You've both put on muscle mass and firmed up a bunch. Not that you weren't slim to start with, but... yes, your hips and breasts are bigger too... Your buns more shapely."

"Why thank you for noticing! I just thought I was getting fat. Maybe all that work for a few veggies was worth it.... it even feels sexy.... if a little oily."

"Believe me, I noticed. On both of you. It just didn't occur to me last night. No way that Theresa's would fit her with all the lovely extra growth she's put on on her breasts since I scanned her. Looks like I'm gonna have to scan you two again if we're going to weave you comfortable clothes that won't make your nipples blue.... that is if you're up to it?"

Cindy looked at him and said: "Darling; You're welcome to probe any part of my body with anything you want, any time you want!"

Theresa looked at her shocked.... but sort of nodded and said: "Me too... let's do it. I'm kind of interested in the changes myself. Can you compare the two on the computer so I can see what's gotten bigger?"

"Sure... I can even superimpose the images and highlight the changes. I'm interested myself. Be a learning experience seeing just how girls grow up.... who's first?"

"Why don't you go first, Theresa. This feels so good I want to wear it for a while. It feels so sexy I may just wear it till my nipples do turn blue! When I move it sort of caresses my... labia. It's beginning to make me wet... besides... I've wanted to unwrap Theresa since the moment I looked up at her this morning from bed; standing there dressed so sexily, like she was gift wrapped."

Theresa blushed brightly. But didn't fight it when Cindy moved to her and began to unbutton her blouse as her mouth moved softly to her lips. She felt herself quivering. This alluring woman in the sexiest outfit she had ever seen, desiring to see her unclad. She pushed her doubts and phobia's aside as she abandoned herself to Cindy's soft touch slowly peeling the sensual cloth from her body. She was getting pretty wet herself.

John didn't *seem* to notice as he set about making preparations for re-scanning Theresa's luscious body.

Both women were fairly dripping with passion when Theresa climbed up onto the scan table.

"Do we have to get so personal this time?" she asked.

"No..." John said, "I don't think an internal probe is needed. I doubt those area's have changed very much. Maybe your vagina a little bit as your hips grew wider, but probably not much. Unless you want to see how much I don't think we need put you through that indignity. The outside scan will be just as personal though. OK? That is unless you want me to re-probe your inside?"

"No.... at least not with this damn machine. Maybe with something else if it gets me as hot as it did last time." Theresa said, half worried, half excited.

"I don't need to get quite *that* hot myself. This outfit is doing a pretty good job of priming my pump *without* that hot poker growing up inside me." Cindy muttered.

She moved up behind John and caressed his chest as he started the scanner running on Theresa. When he didn't respond enough, she moved off and began to caress Theresa, staying out of the way of the probing of the scanner. She shared an upside down kiss with her, bending over the top of the table. An arm indignantly pushed her out of the way as it went about it's task.

"Humph... a lot of damn good this outfit does. Damn machine won't let me close to Theresa and you're paying attention to the damn computer!" Cindy grumped.

John looked up at her. "You think I haven't noticed how that outfit looks on you, you aren't as observant as I thought. But I don't want one of those arms peeling off one of Theresa's perfect nipples either."

"Thank you." said Theresa, only half joking.

"Why look at that! Mr. Happy *is* wide awake and standing at attention! As much good as it does me. Maybe I should get intimate with my mannequin. She doesn't seem to be too busy at the moment."

"Why don't you..." said Theresa suddenly... then dropped her eyes as John and Cindy looked at her startled.

"I mean... I'd kind of like to see what you look like next to... a twin."

Cindy shrugged... but a part of her seemed anxious to touch her double. She moved around it, sort of letting her hands touch it here and there. She moved against the back of it and felt the soft cheeks against her pelvis. Thinking that this is what Theresa felt when she was behind her. She moved her hands around front of the mannequin and traced her fingers over the hips and along the curves within them. Then pulling it back against her, feeling her breasts against the firmly muscled back. Pressing her pelvis up against the cheeks of *her* buns. Without thinking her fingers traced down over the pubic area and between the legs.

Theresa gulped, trying to strain her head up to watch and out of the way of the scanning arms. The machine had begun it's physical probe and she was actually oozing from her vagina. John was sitting with his mouth open, touching his self unconsciously. He glanced over at Theresa, and noting her predicament, moved to tip the whole scan table upwards so she could get a better view.

"Kiss me." Theresa said huskily.

John waited as an arm passed and then kissed her passionately. He barely pulled back out of the way in time as it returned.

"Mmmm that was nice.... perhaps before our walk...." Theresa murmured, her eyes glued to Cindy and her *twin*.

Cindy now had one hand up caressing *her* breasts. The other had found the opening in the crevice between the legs. She was exploring herself. Becoming hotter by the second.

"Did you include *all* the scans you made on Cindy in that mannequin?" Theresa asked.

"Uh...yah. I did. Not on purpose, the machine just duplicated the whole image. Why?"

"Oh... I was just thinking... Cindy might find it..... exciting.... to see what it looked like... when you were.... well.... inside her...." Theresa stammered out.

John grinned at her. "I think maybe you're right... and maybe she wouldn't be the only one who found it... exciting."

Theresa blushed deep red, but sort of nodded.

John kissed her deeply and then grinning like a Cheshire cat, moved towards the twins, stripping off his clothes.

Cindy watched his approach with hungry anticipation. She had overheard Theresa's suggestion and was surprised how much it appealed to her. She moved to the side as John moved up to the mannequin, then moved in as in a three way tryst. John's hands moved about over both the real and the duplicate Cindy, exploring and comparing. He had to admit that the duplicate felt VERY lifelike. The lips, however were in no way satisfying. He sought out the real thing and they shared one of the hungriest kisses of their relationship.

Theresa watched in fascination. Her body quivering with pent up sexual passion. The straps on her wrists forbidding her the pleasure of touching herself only heightened her sexual frenzy. The probing fingers of the scanner serving to excite her even further. When an arm moved in to gauge her vulva her body literally shook with pleasure. The machine didn't seem to care. Routines had been written to deal with movement. The machine just patiently re-measured... re-probed the area in search of repeatable, consistent readings. The effect was not lost on Theresa. To her the machine just seemed to be probing her most sensitive spots all the more often. She strained against her straps as her body began to writhe in orgasm.

John guided Cindy to her knees. It took her just a moment to find his manhood with her lips. Sucking him deeply into her mouth. His erection as solid as she ever remembered it. She fought to bottom her lips out around his throbbing unit. Then, the figure of her duplicate drew her mouth like a magnet.

"Damn, no taste." she muttered.

"Oh... I'll bet you have an ample supply of the real thing to draw upon by now." John urged huskily.

In a flash one of Cindy's hands found it's way to a leg opening and under the thin fabric of her *second skin*. Finding their way between her labia, she plunged them into her vaginal opening. Alternating fingers in a frenzied search for fluids. Her body quivering from her own assault. Her other hand searching identical spots out on her alter-image. After thoroughly coating all her fingers and much of her hand she withdrew it and moved to smear them over the entire area of the mannequin. Even up inside where her tongue would never be able to reach. Her fingers sought out the rear entrance and pushing in, de- virginized it as John had the vaginal opening the night before. A part of her mind clicked on the occurrence. Realizing that John had explored the duplicate vagina the night before only heightened her excitement.

Cindy's tongue followed after her fingers. As the first waif of her womanly aroma met her nostrils and the first taste of her nectar met her taste buds, her real body began to convulse in orgasm. This only drove her to search deeper with her tongue.

John lifted first one, and then the other of the mannequins legs. He grabbed a bit of packing rope he had in the corner and attached the cables coming out of the feet to lift them. He attached the other ends to hooks he caught over the edges of the bare beams in the ceiling. Now Cindy's duplicate image appeared to be sitting in the air. Legs spread wide to Cindy's oral attack.

A moan from Theresa caught John's attention. Looking over he saw the poor girl glistening in the sweat of her own excitement, her body trembling and quivering from the machines probing and her sexual frenzy. He grinned at her, but moved back to the two *Cindy's*.

As John moved in Cindy lay back underneath the duplicate, staring straight up into herself. She quivered at the thought that this was how she actually looked from beneath. Quite sexy she thought. Perhaps even sexier than Theresa..... Her hands grabbed John's member and guided him between the labial lips. Spreading them for him with her other hand. The area glistened with her juices and saliva. She positioned the head against the vaginal opening.

Between the combined juices on the area, John groaned in astonishment at close the duplicate felt to the real thing. Pushing in and feeling the slick foam engulf him, almost identical in all respects except temperature. Have to do something about that, he thought. Perhaps heating coils inside around both orifices. and maybe a reservoir of lubricant and a mechanism to seep it into both areas. He pushed in until he felt himself bottom out against the duplicate cervix.

Cindy was in a frenzy upon the floor, her hands running all over herself. Her body quivering with pent up sexual tension. The movements of her body causing the second skin of her body suit to ride up tight against her labia. Her fingers traveling over the area, pushing the fabric tighter into her natural folds. Then sliding beneath the fabric to plunge into the warmth of her vagina. Mirroring the image above her. John began to stroke within the pseudo love canal. Cindy's fingers matching the movement within her own vagina.

She sat up and put her head up close to the scene. The rich aroma of her womanhood lingering in the area serving to heighten her sexual frenzy. Scant inches from her eyes, John's penis stroked inside *her*. Her body began to convulse once more in orgasm. Her mouth found the underside of John's manhood, stroking back and forth against her lips. She snaked her tongue out and tried to compete with it around the foam opening. The taste of her nectar meeting her lips from deep inside the duplicate.

To John it felt close enough to the real thing that he felt himself slipping towards orgasm. With a great deal of concentration he fought it off. This wasn't made easy by the added feel of Cindy's mouth and tongue along with her pseudo vagina.

He found no help looking over at Theresa, writhing against the straps of the scanning table. The scan had stopped now, leaving her without stimulation to release her pent up frenzy any further. She fought at the straps, her hips bouncing around as she fought to rub herself against the folds of her own vulva by her movements. The area glistened with the moisture of her excitement.

As he watched she succeeded in overpowering the grip of the Velcro on one wrist. The hand instantly found her pubic area. Her fingers fumbling between her labial lips. Her thumb rubbing furiously against her clitoris. Her body began to convulse almost instantly in response. She abandoned her attack just long enough to free her second hand. Then her hands were all over her body. The fingers of the first hand now back probing inside her. The other sliding over her large breasts, squeezing them and pinching her nipples.

John was about to lose his battle when Cindy suddenly stopped him.

"Put it in back! I want to see how it looks!" she gasped.

John pulled out in one motion. The opening slowly shrinking back, leaving a dark tunnel just like the real thing. He moved around behind the figure and positioned himself against the opening. He pushed inwards as he pulled back on the inert figure. It fought him, being too dry.

"Have to go get some lube." John said.

Theresa sat up and removed her ankle restraints.

"This is silly!" she said.

Both John and Cindy looked up at her questioningly. The whole thing had been *her* idea. (and not such a bad one.)

"That floor is cold, I'm horny as hell and Cindy's about to bust her seams from her writhing. We have a nice big, soft comfortable bed downstairs with a drawer full of whatever accessories we could want. Come on. John, can you bring the second Cindy. I don't think she'll object."

The two of them nodded enthusiastically. But then John said: "Just one idea.... since were likely to be a while... why don't I thread the table up and get it started on your replica... It'll only take a few minutes. Then the machine can do it's think while we're doing ours."

"Good idea!" Cindy said.

"Not so sure it is. Don't know how much of this sort of excitement *I* can take. With all this fuss that started over Cindy's double think what two might result in!" Theresa said rolling her eyes. But nodded over the suggestion.

John pulled his self away from the two Cindy's and moved to the computer. The girls moving together in a hungry kiss before coming to look over his shoulder. Just for fun John called in the first scan and then wrote a quick routine to compare them.

As they all knew Theresa showed marked growth in her breasts. But also over much of her whole body. Her hips were wider (and sexier), her buttocks more shapely, but firmer. Her abdomen just plain firmer. But the surprise was how much muscle she had put on her legs and arms, particularly her shoulders. Looking at the images side by side, it was obvious how much she had matured into a woman. In the first image she looked considerably younger. But in the second considerably sexier.

"Glad to see I'm improving..." Theresa mused.

"I'll say! Damn I knew you were looking fine, but I didn't realize how much finer you had gotten to be. I thought you looked super back then. Now...." Cindy just shivered.

"Nice to know you feel that way..." Theresa said, but blushing just the same.

"Come on, lets get a move on!" she concluded.

John shrugged and move to thread some new cable in the casting frame. To avoid the problems encountered with Cindy's image he added some removable connections to the hip locations. Then he moved back to the computer and started the process rolling. He watched for a minute to be sure it was working right and then moved to disconnect the second Cindy from the beams. He carried her over his shoulder as he had Theresa the first night. The girls snatched up what few clothing items were on the floor and followed him down.

Once there, John unceremoniously dumped her on the bed.

"Hey, take it easy with me!" Cindy joked.

Theresa passed by and headed for the wardrobe. She returned with two silky items. She pulled a pair of crotchless panties onto the mannequin and then added a cupless bra. Somehow the second Cindy got sexier.

"To bad she can't kiss worth a damn. I wouldn't mind finding out how good a kisser I am." Cindy laughed.

"Good enough for me!" Theresa said, pulling her to her to prove it.

"Guess I'd better get aquatinted with Cindy's twin." John pouted.

"The hell you are! I'm about to bust! I call squatters rights. That brazen hussy is going to have to wait! So climb up there so I can squat!" Theresa commanded.

John brightened visibly and moved to obey.

"Oh look, Theresa. Mr. Happy's gone back to sleep." Cindy mocked.

"Not for long if I know our John." Theresa replied, climbing onto the bed pulling Cindy behind her

The two women descended upon John's shriveled member. Fighting a mock battle between them, alternating who took the high ground with her lips. John's hands began exploring their firm, young bodies. Paying particular attention to Theresa's. His hand found her large breasts and played lovingly over them. In short order, he was at full attention once more.

Theresa kissed Cindy passionately, then moved over John's hips. Cindy moved hers over John's head, pulling the soft fabric of her second skin aside. He began to lap upwards into her womanhood as Theresa positioned herself against the head of his penis and began to lower herself.

John was instantly aware of the difference between a live vagina, and a foam one. Theresa was warm and firm and slick with her own juices. Her vagina slowly stretching to accommodate his manhood. She continued to lower herself until he felt himself strike bottom against her cervix. And then she continued her downwards pressure until her thighs were flat against his.

John lapped upwards, Cindy leaned back against Theresa's breasts and Theresa's hands moved over Cindy's breasts as she began to move her hips over John's erect member.

Cindy's head turned back and the girls kissed over her shoulder.

John was in seventh heaven. The firm Theresa's vagina sliding tightly over his manhood. The rich aroma of Cindy in his nostrils. The view up over her flat abdomen and between the twin peaks of her firm breasts. He lapped and stroked away in blissful abandon.

Theresa was going out of her mind with John's big member testing the confines of her young, tight vagina. She worked her way into a frenzy, only letting up as she felt John starting to tense too soon. No sense wasting it. She settled down to a slow easy rhythm that eased up on John while actually heightening her satisfaction. The strokes were long and deep, pressing hard against Theresa's cervix at the end of each of her down strokes.

She wished that John hadn't had his vasectomy. She longed to feel his semen expelled right up against her cervix to begin it's long swim into her uterus. Now the fluid was there, but contained no swimmers. She thought. The image of John ejaculating against her cervix pushed Theresa over the edge and she began to buck wildly about in orgasm.

Theresa's sudden convulsions triggered Cindy's spasming upon John's tongue. He lapped hungrily up to catch every drop of her discharge. This didn't distract him quite enough to avoid his own orgasm, which had been very near.

His hips lifted high up off the bed, lifting Theresa with him and pushing up HARD against her cervix as his seed gushed into her. Theresa screamed with mixed pain and pleasure as her imagined image came true. Feeling a sudden warmth up further inside her as part of his fluid forced it's way into her uterus. She spasmed long and hard, her mind awash in the white explosion of orgasm which sent her away. Her body -with a mind of it's own- continued it's contractions randomly. She fell off to the side of John, un-aware of anything.

Cindy continued her bucking upon John's face. He had a firm grasp of her thighs with his hand. Each time her hips lifted in orgasm she lifted John right up with her and his tongue never stopped. Five times he rode her wild hip gyrations before he released his grip and she fell to the other side.... right on top of herself. Almost without missing a breath she moved her hips against the mannequin. Pushing the legs apart and pushing her pelvis area into her doubles. She began to grind her hips against the inert figure. Her body jerking in wild contractions. Again and again she cried out and spasmed until exhaustion took her and she collapsed down on the inert figure. Her hands still roaming over the mute figure. Her head nestled between the foam breasts.

John watched in amusement for a moment, and then turned to Theresa who was just beginning to stir.

He softly caressed her body as she opened her blue eyes to face him. She pulled him hard against her and hugged him with all her might. Her body quivered and jerked once more spasmodically.

When she could breathe again, she said huskily: "What was it that character in Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy said about earth..... `Mostly harmless'. " She grinned.

 "Welcome back, lover. Have a nice journey?"

"Very nice.... one of the nicest. Was I gone long?" she queried.

"Not too long... missed Cindy's finale though. She raped herself till she passed out." John chuckled.

Theresa looked over at Cindy's inert form atop the second Cindy's inert form. The top one was breathing deep and regularly. Sweat trickled down off her face and over the mannequins breasts. Theresa reached out a hand and caught a drop on her fingertip, bringing it to her lips.

"I do love that girl.... And you." she said turning her face once more to John's.

"I love you too." John replied.

They melted into a soft sensual kiss, accentuated by the salty drop still upon Theresa's lips. Then Theresa snuggled to him once more.

"John..."

"Yes."

"Do you ever think about... God?"

"Some..."

"What?... I mean what do you think about him?"

"Well kitten... One, I'm not so sure he's a he. Perhaps rather an *it*."

"How so..."

"Well... over the years I've developed my own theory's. Think about this: Every single particle in this universe is aware of every other one. Perhaps not much. But some. A movement of a single particle on one side of the universe will have an effect upon every single other particle. Some effects may be strong, connected with either the strong or weak nuclear force. Others much weaker, connected by the force of gravity which diminishes with the square of the distance between them. This may result in a minuscule effect over the distances of the universe, but *it's not nothing*. There *is* an effect. Now... Am I losing you?"

"No... I sort of follow so far."

"Good... Now it's been speculated by some -I can't quote who- that intelligence is based upon levels of complexity. That when a system becomes sufficiently complex, that it becomes aware of itself. Now I tie in an obscure study I read about a thing called `ordered states of chaos'"

"Lost me there."

"Chaos is a state where there is no discernible order."

"Then how can it be ordered."

"Well, according to the study, Certain patterns seem to emerge again and again within many systems which were thought to be chaotic. Indicating that it isn't really chaos, just that the pattern is not readily discernible."

"Oh.. I think."

"Not an easy concept, but bear with me... These ordered states seem to be natural niches that *any* system seems to *like*, for lack of a better word. Not only that, but the states seem to be self replicating once started."

"How so?"

"I mean that once a system drops into these states of order, it tends to have a growing effect upon the elements of the system not yet part of the order, until the whole system, or parts of it resemble these states of order. Kind of hard to explain, but I get the feeling that these ordered states are the foundation of life itself."

"Ooh... you mean that there is physical evidence explaining the mystery of life?"

"Well... not quite yet. But I'm glad you made the connection. I don't know if anybody else ever made the connection from this study. I have it here in the library if you want to read about it. But I wouldn't go so far as to say there is a direct connection just yet."

"So how does this all tie in with ... particles in the universe being aware of every other particle."

"Because, I think, Kitten. That the universe is aware of ITSELF. Think about the defining factors you may have read about God. Omnipotent, Omniscient -all knowing-. In all things, through all things. My theory fits all those criteria. And if intelligence actually does occur as a result of a level of complexity, well what's more complex than the universe itself?"

"Oh... I get it.... Then it really would be all powerful. If it took a mind to it could do... anything. So God really does exist." Theresa said, profoundly.

"I think so.. but that doesn't mean that he takes an active part in every little sub corner of his self. That would be like you trying to control the growth rate of a particular toe nail, or -closer to scale- a part of a single hair. While you may, over years of bio-feedback training actually come to be able to minimally influence that (just for the sake of argument), you're not likely to try. You pay more attention to your overall health. If a pain presents itself to your consciousness, you deal with it the best way you can.

"Anyway... All this means is, that while I do feel that God exists, that existence doesn't have the same effect upon me that it does upon believers of organized religions. I think that God is way too busy going about the business of making new stars and blowing up old ones... -which makes you and I possible as we are all made up of elements which were once part of stars- to be bothered with whether or not I'm being a good boy."

"But if that's the case, then wouldn't it make sense that he would visit a few on each planet and give them rules for living." Theresa asked.

"Uh..... hadn't thought of it that way, but I don't think so. The thing that makes us want to believe that sort of thing is the belief that we are somehow special. I don't think that's so. If the rules of ordered states of chaos are true here, then they are true everywhere. That would make life *very* prolific. Arising anyplace that would allow those states to exist physically. Now that is probably one hell of a lot of places. On the order of millions to billions of planets just like ours alone. Let alone places which may only let those conditions to exist for certain intervals of time.... actually again just like our planet.

"Sometime in the future our sun will expand to the point where it devour our planet. Won't happen for some billions of years yet, but it *will* happen. There are billions of other places where those states may exist for shorter periods of time, but they will exist nonetheless. If God is really omniscient, and actually values *Life*, then he must give each of them the same degree of attention that he focuses upon any other. The result is the same. He doesn't get involved in *local politics*."

"So that leaves us pretty small and meaningless..." Theresa said, somewhat sad.

"Nope. Who's to say what the value of any part is compared to any other part. You may not think you value your big toes too much, but just try balancing without them. You may not give much thought to your liver, but it produces all the red blood cells in your body. Your bone marrow produces your white blood cells. Your eye's notify your brain that a train is coming so it can tell your feet to get you off the track. One hair on your head may tell you that a black widow spider is crawling on you and you can swat it away before it bites you and kills the whole system of your body. So who's to say that we have any less value to the system than any other part. I for one don't think so.

"I know for a fact that the entire universe will be aware of the movements of my body when I direct it to move from one chair to another. Knowing I affect the whole universe hardly makes me feel insignificant."

"But... I.... I...."

"Look kitten. Do you like yourself?"

"Uh.... I guess so..."

"And do you like me?"

"You know I do... Cindy too."

"And do you feel ashamed of your relationship with me?"

"Uh.... no, not really. "

"How about your relationship with Cindy?"

"Well.... I don't know."

"Do you love Cindy."

"You know I do!"

"Do you think she loves you?"

"Of course... and I know that she loves you too... That's not the point."

"So what is the point?"

"I don't know.... it's just that it says in the Bible that two women shouldn't lie together."

"It also talks about guys having 400 wives and 300 concubines. Think that's OK?"

"Well... no."

"Actually I do. Provided it's OK with both him and all the others. But even if he made love to five different women a day, then each would only get to make love only twice a year. Not very fair to the women. Nor him. He'd be a physical wreck. But my point is.. that if it does not do harm to another, then it is nobody's damn business what *I* do or what anybody else does.

"I'm damn sure not going to purposefully sign up for a set of rules that other people thought up to try to direct my behavior because they think that I should act like them. Or even worse, like they think they ought to but don't really act themselves."

"So you don't think the Pope is important?"

"Not to me... I think he's an important *Icon* to many millions of people in the world. He's a point of reference in their life. His existence makes their life easier. The symbology surrounding him lends credence to the rules that the church has developed over the years. But I think that those are rules thought up by men who thought it was their duty to think up rules for people to live by. I don't think that anybody else has the right to think up rules that tell me how to live.

"I see the need for society to have rules that govern the behavior of individuals who seek to deny others of life or property. But that's all. Those rules should not abridge my rights to live my life as I so choose as long as I don't infringe upon the rights of others in doing so."

"So.... you think that all religions are false?"

"I don't know, kitten. I'm a devout agnostic. That means that I know I don't know, but I don't think anybody else does either. .....

"Look, I know what this is all about. I know you've been reading up about religion on the Internet."

"You've been spying on me?" Theresa asked in alarm.

"No... I went to use your computer because mine was tied up at the time. I stumbled on your bookmarks and got curious. I went back and followed them forward to see what was bothering you... Because I care a great deal about you. I love you very much. I care about what affects you. And as I said. You have complete freedom to do anything you wish to do as long as it doesn't affect the rights of others.

"I care a great deal about you, but I also care a great deal about my freedom and rights. The direction you were heading could have a very profound affect upon both mine and Cindy's rights."

"How so?"

"Well, suppose you converted to Catholicism, now you're supposed to confess your sins to a priest. Now if you think your behavior with Cindy and I to be sinful -which it would be according to the rules of Catholicism-, then you must confess this behavior to a priest. That requires you to divulge to another person -whom Cindy and I have no choice in the selection of- your behavior involving the two of us. Now if that person is not up to the conditions of his vows -which Cindy and I would have no control over- he might turn around and report this confessed behavior to the local law enforcement agencies, who would take a very dim view of all our relationships.

"Now I'm not saying that any of this will happen, but I am saying that it very easily could. One of the rules of most religions, is that you're supposed to rat on yourself when you break their rules. Fact is that almost no religion in the world would condone the type of relationship that we all share.... and I personally don't see a damn thing wrong with it.

"I *have* been honorable in my behavior. When you first arrived, I did not take advantage of you. In fact I was very charitable. In fact you took advantage of me while I was asleep. Now I don't object to this now. But I did -in fact- then.

"Anyway. I have been more than honorable in my behavior to both you and Cindy. I have never forced my will upon either of you. I have given you tasks to perform, for pay... but none of them have concerned your morals, or ethics. Whatever behavior you or Cindy have chosen to become involved in with me, or each other has been a result of your own desire to do so.

"I did not try to coerce either of you into leaving home, I did not coerce either of you to come here. You made the suggestion that we let Cindy come live here. I told you my objections before hand. When you insisted, I allowed it to happen. I even supplied the means for it to happen, but I did not make the decision for her. She decided on her own to come here.

"You decided on your own to stay here. You decided on your own that you wanted to make love to me. You decided on your own that you wanted to make love to Cindy. Cindy decided on her own when she wanted to make love to you. She decided on her own when she wanted to make love to me. I decided on my own when I wanted to make love to her, but neither of us did make love to each other until you decided that it was okay.

"Every morning you get out of bed and perform your chores. Cindy does the same. Every day the two of you perform the tasks that we agreed upon as conditions of your residence here. We have agreed upon obligations to each other. We all meet those obligations. None of those obligations involves our love lives. If anything those obligations are temporarily put aside when we make love. But making love with anybody here by anybody else is not part of those obligations. Anybody is free to decline or accept anybody else at any time.

"Now our behavior towards each other has been fully honorable according to the sense of ethics that I govern myself by. I try to impose those ethics upon no one else. They are mine. If one of you should offended my sense of ethics, then I would notify you of that fact. Because it would or could affect our relationship. If *you didn't know* that it offended that ethic, then you would *not* have the freedom to voluntarily stop the behavior, or argue against the ethic itself. Which by itself would be unethical of me.

"Now I don't know if you've followed this whole discussion, but my whole point is that I am not the least bit ashamed of my behavior. I am not the least bit ashamed of my relationship with either you or Cindy. In fact I am damn proud of my actions in regards to both of you. And I am damn proud of both of your actions in regards to both me and each other. I think that you have both grown into bright, educated, caring, sensual and sexy women.

Now most religions in the world would not agree with what I just said, and that is why I don't have an "interest in most religions of the world. Clear enough?"

"Hear hear!" Cindy said from behind John.

Theresa just nodded and hugged her man.

"Did you have the consent of that mannequin for the attack you perpetrated upon it's person earlier?" John joked.

"Yup... as she is me and it's what I wanted at the time." Cindy replied, "But she's kind of a cold motionless bitch when it comes to snuggling. Can I come over there and join you two?"

"Okay by me." John said.

"By me too... Cindy.... my love." Theresa replied.

"So you agree with what I said."

"The parts I understood. I'm still real fuzzy on the ordered states thing and all that inverse square law bit, but what you said about our behavior towards each other makes absolute sense. I feel much better now... and I'm not ashamed of my behavior either.

"Except at times when I've been .... overly possessive of each of you. Wanting each of you for myself while denying you to each other. That wasn't fair... or ethical. I'm sorry for that. I didn't know myself what I was doing, or what I wanted. All the time you two just wanted the exact same thing that I did.

"Sometimes I'm still a little envious of your relationship. I know in some ways you're closer to each other than you are to me. But now I see that is true because you both have honored each others rights. You share that mutual pleasure and that makes you feel closer naturally.

"I'm going to do my best to honor your rights myself from now on. Not only because I want to share that feeling with you, but I want to feel it myself. I want to be proud of myself for my actions towards both of you. I love both of you more than you'll ever know."

Tears dripped freely from Theresa's eyes. Cindy's eyes had their own leakage problem. John pulled each of the women close to him.

"And now.... ladies... we are a *family*." he said.

They lay together caressing and kissing each other for a long time.

"How about that walk?" John finally asked.

Chapter 25

It was a good thing that Mr. BLM wasn't on the hill as they walked about the estate arm in arm, talking about things that would be nice to do in this corner or that. Making plans for the future. Sharing each others company. Touching hands or other body parts or just sharing a look. There was a new closeness between them all.

As evening drew near, Cindy said: "My turn to cook." and pulled herself away after a quick hug and kiss from each of them.

John and Theresa continued arm in arm as they sauntered about the grounds.

"Why do you think most religions wouldn't like our... or more specifically mine and Cindy's relationship?" she asked.

"Oh... I think that's fairly obvious. It threatens the status quo. It's easy to think about a man and a woman together being natural. You've got a nice warm niche, I've got a plug that fits it. When men and women get their unique parts together, most often children arrive some time later. Life is a wondrous, mysterious and therefore must be a spiritual thing. To wit; men and women getting together to see if their parts fit must somehow have something to do with spirituality, because when they do it a mystical thing quite often happens.

"When two women get together and rub special parts, nothing so spectacular occurs. Thus men and women doing it is spiritual, women and women doing it isn't.. and must therefor be wrong. Of course the same applies equally to men and men..... "

"Okay... that makes sense.... I guess."

"Well add to that that those rules were established a long time ago. When there weren't all that many people. There was strength in numbers. When the same sexes got together, the tribe didn't grow. And not only that, but the two of them fulfilled their sexual desires and thus didn't go off and do what they were supposed to with others as well."

"Cindy said much the same thing.... it also makes sense. But what about you and I?"

"You mean the age thing?"

"Yes.. I guess. At least society wouldn't make so much fuss about it if I was closer to your age. It may raise an eyebrow or so over the fact that we weren't married, but basically they wouldn't much care. But because of the fact that I'm under a certain age... and because you're over a certain age... well they would seem to care a great deal about it."

"Well... I guess that rule developed as a means of protecting children. It would be incredibly complicated to try to decide on a case by case basis, so it becomes a general rule that applies to all people. That's one of the problems with rules, they take on a greater significance than the thing they were created to protect. But look at it another way. Suppose that I had kept you here against your will. That you only came to care for me because I had brain washed you into it. That I had forced myself upon you. That you had been a virgin when you came and I had raped you, and that you had no choice but to submit to me because your only other option was to be cast out to freeze to death. Now wouldn't the rule against our relationship seem to serve to give you some sort of legal recourse to protect you from that. That my fear of the penalties would serve to dissuade me from doing those things."

"I guess so.... but you didn't do any of those things."

"Ahh but... there are others in the world who would. Those particular rules were designed to protect you from that."

"But what if I don't want protecting?"

"Well...In Law, there's a thing called Prima Facie....Now if I understand it right, then it's purpose is to deal with exceptions to rules. It seldom gets applied. Usually judges follow the letter of the law. But Prima Facie is meant to deal with the spirit of the law. Many states have Prima Facie traffic laws. Now say you get a ticket for running a red light. You can fight that ticket if you can prove that it was safe for you to do that. The conditions of the offense may be used to mitigate the charge. Now it's going to make a big difference if you ran the red light at three in the morning, after stopping completely and looking both ways. Having full visibility in both directions for several miles. You see no cars and cautiously cross the intersection. That is a lot different than running a red light at rush hour, without slowing down or looking.

Society's rules, however don't always have a prima facie clause to them. Sometimes even the hint that a person might be breaking them is enough to garner the punishment, whatever that may be."

"So... how does that apply to us?"

"Oh... if the authorities were to catch us... Say Mr. BLM had a cousin who knew Cindy's folks and Mr. BLM showed a picture of her to him and he recognized Cindy. He knows that Cindy is missing and puts two and two together. He notifies the authorities who first talk to Mr. BLM and he shows them pictures he took from the ridge. Now the local authorities from your area have a missing persons report on Cindy, listing known associates... You. And you're also missing. They have a description of you which coincidentally matches a girl in the photo's that Mr. BLM took. Now the authorities borrow the picture and take it back to your home town and ask your folks if it's you. Both they and Cindy's folks say: ' that's our little girl! ' After that they take that information to a judge who signs a search warrant. Then the commando's and swat team descend upon our little enclave here. They haul you and Cindy off to Juvenile hall and me off to Jail. Now they bring us before a judge. Who will try to ascertain just why two run away juveniles are living with an old man in a hole in the desert."

"But..."

"Let me finish.."

"OK..."

"Okay... Say the judge is a fair one. He follows the spirit of the law. He actually asks both you and Cindy how you came to be living out here in the middle of nowhere. You girls both tell him the truth and the whole truth concerning your relationship with me and the fact that you were both escaping the abuse of your folks. Now I get grilled too. The judge is magnanimous and actually lets me talk. I point out the facts that you're both happy and healthy. That you have not been forcefully abused. That you have been studying diligently for your GED's and that I have provided a financial foundation for your further education' once you obtain them. Now the judge, if he doesn't have to answer to any local do- gooders or doesn't give a shit about re-election may look at the case in regards to the spirit of the law. He may give me probation and shuttle you two off to foster care until you two are eighteen. But, it's highly doubtful that he will fully dismiss the charges.

Under no circumstances would he let you and Cindy back into my custody to let you return here to live. Because by doing so, would once again break the laws that I was charged with in the first place. Even though it was in keeping with the intent of the spirit of the law, which was your well being."

"So you're screwed..."

"Oh... not really compared to what could happen. Probation isn't that tough. It just stays on my record and the local sheriff comes out here for a look see every time some local girl shows up missing.

What could happen however is if the judge also happens to be a fire and brimstone religious fanatic and has a whole passel of do-gooders pressuring him to castrate me. Worse case is probably that you and Cindy are returned to the custody of your folks, and I go to prison for fifteen years on a charge of child molestation, which results in my demise in prison, as prisoners take a dim view of baby rapers."

"But were not babies! And you didn't rape us!"

"Not much time to explain that when three guys with sharpened hack saw blades are coming at me with intent to actually castrate me... and the guards are conveniently not listening to my screams."

"That could actually happen?"

"Could... not really likely. Now if you and Cindy were closer to thirteen than to eighteen, then it very likely would happen."

"I didn't realize how much you were risking by having me here.... That explains why you seemed so freaked out about it sometimes when I first arrived."

"I don't recall freaking out."

"Oh...you know. Tense when we were together in town. Watching the rear view mirror because we passed a patrol car going the other way."

"I call that cautious."

"Yeah, but I didn't know just what they could do to you at the time.... I didn't know much of anything."

"Oh... you weren't a total loss. If you had been I would have scooted you off to the local authorities and dumped you on them."

"You wouldn't have!"

"Maybe.... more likely I would have just given you a little cash and sent you on your way."

"Now that I believe. You're kind of a soft touch... you know. A nice old.... *mostly harmless*...lovable soft touch whom I'm very grateful to and love very much."

"Why thank you Ma'am! You're kind of cute yourself .... for a little girl. But I'm not that old!"

"No, you're not. But I thought you were ancient when I first got here. You didn't have any video games and liked to work. Fact is that most kids nowadays wouldn't give anybody over twenty-five the time of day. Let alone get involved with them .... romantically."

"So you're romantically involved with an old man who still doesn't have any video games."

"Yeah....I kind of like it that way too." Theresa said, snuggling to his side.

"Think that I do too... shall we go see how dinner's coming?"

"In a minute... John... I meant what I said about you and Cindy. It doesn't bother me anymore like it did. I was just envious of the closeness I saw between you two. I think that's what first made me be interested in religion. I was looking for a way to fill that empty gap in my life. But I can't really blame you two. You weren't trying to hide it from me."

"Oh... I guess sub-consciously we did a bit. But only because we sensed that it would bother you."

"I know that..... It's just that... well. Can I make a prediction?"

"Sure.. what?"

"Well... I picture myself going off to college next year. I want to. I also picture myself meeting someone special to me and getting married and having kids. "

"I picture much the same thing for you. That's what I intended in the first place... but I must admit I'm going to miss you very much."

"I know that's what you had in mind for me. I know that's why you had your vasectomy. And I understand now why you did it. I'm going to miss you too, but like it or not you've got a life long friend. If I can do it without hurting my husband I would like to come back and make love to you for your sixty-fifth birthday."

"Something to look forward to."

"And your seventieth and your eightieth and maybe once a year from now until you die."

"Hell, maybe it won't be so bad getting old! But can you start now instead of next year?"

"Oh..... you *like* making love to me?"

"Can't deny it. I must admit having two teenage girls who *want* to make love with me hasn't been a bad thing for my ego."

"I think that any woman in her right mind would want to make love to you... once she got to know you."

"Thanks.. now about dinner."

"Just a sec. I'm not through with my prediction."

"Okay..."

"I picture myself going off and doing those things.. But not Cindy. I think she'll want to stay with you."

"I want her to go to college too."

"That she may do... but she'll come back. You two.... well ... *fit* each other."

"I don't know if that will happen. Yes, I love Cindy very much. And we do have much in common. But she may want to have kids sometime. That's not going to happen with me."

"Well... She may surprise you.. That's the way I see it, anyway."

"And how do you feel about that?"

"That's precisely what I'd like to see happen. When I come back I'd like to make love to *both* of you every year. She may need it more than you if she hangs around. You might just start to slow down when you reach seventy or so. She might get pretty horny."

"There in lies the problem of the thirty year difference between us. Otherwise your prediction sounds just fine by me."

"Good. Glad to see you've got an open mind about it."

"Didn't say that..."

"Well... shall we go see how our lovely little wench is doing with dinner."

"Okay... Thanks Theresa.."

"For what?"

"For taking the time to understand about how I feel about Cindy."

"No problem boss... Wanna beat me after dinner?"

"You deserve a good tongue lashing!"

"Ooh! Can't wait!"

They walked in arm in arm. Theresa stopped before they went in and gave him a soft passionate kiss and a warm hug. She was brimming with joy. Life was good.

Chapter 26

Life *was* good.

Theresa's mannequin was complete. Her statuesque body suspended within the casting cage. Somehow sexier than ever. It made John want to crawl up and make love to it. Instead, after dinner he prepped it and selected some images of his own and set the machine about the task of weaving Theresa a dynamite outfit.

Cindy still had hers on. She had pulled a light brown pair of terry shorts over the bottom and added some shoes. But it was still distracting as hell to have her breasts so accurately packaged at the dinner table.

"Aren't your nipples turning blue yet?" John had teased.

"You would know it with this outfit." Cindy chuckled.

"We get to tear it off with our teeth after dinner. She's got to be scanned again." Theresa joked.

"Oh God... don't know if I'm up to that much excitement in one day!" Cindy said, rolling her eye's.

"No hurry. You can tear the outfit off with your teeth if you want to, but I plan to have the computer busy with an outfit for Theresa. One that will *fit*. So we can do Cindy's scan tomorrow. I think we've had our quota of frenzy for one day." John said.

"Seconded!" Cindy said, raising her hand.

"The motion has been made and seconded, are there any opposed?" Theresa asked, jumping into the fun.

John shook his head. Theresa realized that John making the motion and Cindy seconding it, left her as the only possible opposed.

"The motion is carried. I get to remove Cindy's outfit with my teeth. John will make a froth at the mouth outfit for me after dinner and Cindy's damn personal probing is postponed one solar cycle or a hearty portion thereof." Theresa concluded.

"Hey! I like this outfit! Do we have to shred it?" Cindy asked.

"No... I guess not. I like it too. That's what makes me want to shred it." Theresa quipped.

"How about you cut the top tack threads, and pull it off with your teeth?" Cindy asked.

John finished his dinner and after listening to the debate a bit tried to excuse himself to fulfill his part of the motion. Theresa caught his hand and pulled him down into a kiss. She squeezed his hand a bit and then let him go. John looked up at Cindy. She gave him a quick hug and kiss. Smiling at him over the change in Theresa.

"We'll be in the Com room when you get free. I have some bookmarks to throw away. Maybe I can talk Cindy into helping me." Theresa said.

"Only if you promise to leave my outfit undamaged. Maybe John can come up with edible ones for later."

"Not a bad idea.. and if it rains?" John asked.

"Ooh.... all the better. We'll sell millions of them and not tell anybody."

"Meet you later." John said, retreating.

Cindy looked longingly after him. Theresa observing Cindy, a half-smirk on her face.

"What?" Cindy queried, catching her look.

"Oh nothing. I kind of like the guy myself. Now about that outfit.... What if I try yanking the tacks with my teeth....."

John found them later in the Com room. Snuggled together on the sofa. Cindy's outfit intact, but draped over a chair back. She had her terry shorts back on, but was topless. They both were sleeping lightly, Theresa's hand cupping one of Cindy's perfect breasts.

John roused them and moved to guide them to bed. Cindy snatched the body suit on the way out and clutched it to her breast. She walked groggily and John and Theresa moved to either side of her for support. Exchanging a happy look.

Once in the bedroom Cindy stepped out of her shorts and stuffed the outfit under her pillow as she crawled into bed. John and Theresa kissed lightly after disrobing and then they too climbed into bed. Theresa placing John in the middle so she could snuggle to him. Cindy automatically spooned his backside.

"She reminds me of Audrey Hepburn in *Roman Holiday* where she says: '*Soo happy'*." Theresa said quietly.

John nodded and snuggled to her. Kissing her lightly behind the ear.

Chapter 27

"Get up Theresa! You've just GOT to see this!" Cindy's voice rang out.

"Oh... " she moaned, "Where's Coffee?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" John asked, sitting up.

"Coffee's dripping. Come on Theresa you've got to see this outfit that John made for you!" Cindy repeated excitedly.

"Oh... " John said, heading for the bathroom.

Theresa got to the edge of the bed and looked around for her robe to stave her morning chill. Cindy found it for her and flung it over her shoulders. Helping her to her feet.

"I'm coming." she said groggily.

"You won't *believe* this outfit!" Cindy bubbled, leading her out the door.

John wandered into the lab, carrying a cup of coffee, wearing his own terry robe.

Theresa ran to him and threw her arms around his neck, hugging him..:

"OH Thank you!" she bubbled.

John fought to keep from spilling his coffee as he muttered: "You're welcome." His face smirking.

Cindy was still bent over the machine. On Theresa's mannequin was an indigo blue body suit. Flaming star trails running diagonally across it. The tails a mix of silver and flaming yellow. One crossed from left shoulder and was mapped over the valley of her breasts to burst around the right nipple in a splay of silver, yellow and orange. Another started under the left arm and burst around the navel. Yet another started at the hip bone and burst over the pubic area. The rest of the suit was dotted with fuzzy nebula's of various merging faint colors.

"Wait till you see the back!" John smirked.

"Oh... tip it up please!" Theresa begged.

"Just a moment." John said, sipping at his coffee and then setting the mug down he moved to unfasten the frame.

When the frame was tipped up the girls gasped. Saturn lay mapped diagonally from left shoulder blade to right kidney. But down below, a perfect crescent moon was perfectly mapped across one bun cheek, the curve following her thigh. A half-earth rise in the distance hung over the other.

"Oh god John, it's beautiful." Cindy gasped.

"I'm speechless." Theresa said.

"Can I have one too... just like it!" Cindy asked.

"Sure... your scanning starts right AFTER breakfast. This morning I want hash browns and breakfast strips. Topped with two poached eggs."

"Oh John... " Theresa stammered, tears welling in her eyes.

"She really is speechless!" Cindy said, hugging her friend and heading for the kitchen.

John moved up behind Theresa and put his arms around her. She snuggled back against him, her eyes locked on the outfit.

"I thought I'd give you something to remember me by." he whispered in her ear.

"God it's lovely. Thank you. Don't know where I could wear it without getting arrested though."

"Thought about that. If you added a pair of white terry shorts, or a matching indigo skirt with colored panty hose. That would cover both casual and dress up."

"Hate to cover that lovely moon. How the hell did you get it to follow my bum?"

"Oh... a matter of angle. I designed it to be looked at while it was on your body. See on the front where this streak is mapped around your breasts. When you look at it from the front, it's straight. It only bends when viewed from another angle."

"I think... mister, that you have found another profession. Do you know how many women would give their left tit for an outfit like this?"

"Hopefully not many. I wouldn't want to see a society of women running around with only one tit. Although it worked for the Amazons. They used to slice one off so they would be better archers."

"No. I'm serious now! There's big money in fashion."

"Don't need it." John said casually, "But making you this happy... well *some* things are important!"

She turned to him and pushing their robes aside snuggled her breasts to his bare chest. Her arms sliding inside his robe and around his back.

She looked up into his eyes and said: "Mister, You've made me the happiest woman on earth. Even without that lovely outfit.

But now you listen to me. I'm serious about this. If I understand correctly you can put *any* picture on *any* item of clothing? It will revolutionize fashion. You'd have women lined up around the block waiting to get in. They can bring their own photo's of what they want on it. The outfits will *fit*! Like nothing they ever pulled off the rack. Each will be an original. They feel sensual to wear, they are the sexiest things that they have ever had on. Now this is big business. You can't just forget about it!"

"Theresa, women won't stand still for that *damn personal* probing as both you and Cindy have called it. And it won't fit properly without it."

"John, you've never been to the gynecologist. You have no idea what women will tolerate. And as far as the probing goes, I know that it doesn't need to be quite *that* personal unless you're making a sex toy for her boyfriend while you're at it."

"You figured that out huh?' John asked, "But think about it Theresa, You'd have to make a mannequin for each woman. If she put on ten pounds it doesn't work anymore. If you sold a thousand outfits, then you've got a thousand mannequins hanging around."

"So you charge $5000 for the scanning and then a storage charge per month if they want you to keep it. Otherwise they keep it themselves. Women would love to have an image of themselves when they're young and firm to show their grandkids. They can dress it up or use it to display the fashion they buy from us. Put the whole thing in a glass display case."

"How many women could afford that?"

"John, You're not listening! That outfit right there would cost me a thousand dollars if I could find it. If you only sold a thousand of them. That's five thousand for the scanning and another thousand for the outfit. That's six million dollars! How much would materials cost for that?"

"Oh... I don't know. Maybe five hundred thousand."

"So you only make five and a half million, call it five to deal with overhead of a high end location."

"But Theresa. I don't want to be in the dress business."

"Dresses? You can make dresses too?"

"Only tight fitting ones. You'd have to do the loose stuff by hand."

"Oh god John. You could be a trillionaire!"

"But I can't spend the money I've got now.... " he trailed off.

"But you could." he said, "And Cindy."

"What? We don't know how to do this?"

"I could teach you. What if we set you and Cindy up in a partnership. We patent the machine and the process. You could even sell franchises all over the world."

"But John, it was your idea."

"So what. I'm set for life. You and Cindy aren't... until I die. And then only what I've got from investments. My winnings cut off cold when I die."

"You mean that you put us in your will?"

"Who else... but the ones I love."

"Oh John.... " Theresa snuggled to him. "Will you kiss me?"

"Sure. Anytime." he said.

Theresa pulled him down into a gentle kiss. Tears welling up in her eye's. Then she hugged him hard for a long time.

"Come on. Let's go tell Cindy were going to be bizillionaires." she said.

"You're going to be bizillionaires. I don't want any."

"Not going to happen. It was your idea. The only way I will accept it, is if you take royalties. Big ones. And there will be lots of them. You're going to have to figure out how to spend money better."

"Oh god. What have I gotten myself into?" John moaned as she led him to the kitchen.

Theresa was bubbling with excitement as she explained it all to Cindy, who could barely finish her cooking as the excitement grabbed her.

"God... we'll sell a million of them. At a minimum of six thousand dollars for the first one. That's billions of dollars!"

"But who will buy these outfits? Most women can't afford that kind of money." John argued.

"Do you have any idea how many women out there are spending that kind of money for ill fitting high fashion in New York, London and Paris?"

"No, I guess not"

"John, can you work with Kevlar?" Cindy asked out of the blue.

"Huh? Not make it. But I could layer it into the clothing without too much trouble."

"What's Kevlar?" Theresa asked.

"A material they use in bullet proof vests." Cindy replied.

"An outfit that's sexy *and* bullet proof? Oh god, you just got every diplomat's wife in the world as a customer!" Theresa gasped.

Cindy served breakfast and John dove in.

After a time he said: "Okay, girls here's the deal. The way I see it, we've got just over a year to put this together. That's when Theresa turns eighteen. Cindy a few months ahead of that. It will take me at least that much time to get the machines and processes patented. At that time you two incorporate and license my patents from me.

You've both got a fair amount of capitol stashed away by now, but that's for your tuition. I expect you both to use it for such.

I will agree to a strictly royalty based licensing fee. That way if it bombs you're not indebted to me over it. I also will purchase a large block of stock from you. Forty- nine percent to be exact. You two will retain fifty-one percent which you can buy from the company as your earnings allow. That will give you operating capitol to get your company off the ground.

Between now and then we build each of you a stunning wardrobe. Which you two will model when you have your debut fashion show. You will model them as we have no other models, and can't really afford to have real models around before then anyway. You'll have to watch your bodies between now and then. No food binges. I think... god I hope, that you two are pretty much grown as much as you're going to."

"I'm not a model!" Cindy complained.

"You're sexier than you know." John said.

"But we don't have to model them. Except in private to just a few people who control the fashion shows. We can hire real models and scan them. Then make outfits for them." Cindy said.

"Personally, I think you should have your own fashion show. Don't deal with the fashion industry as it is. They have a monopoly on things and they aren't going to want to give it up. But if you girls hand deliver invitations to your own show to the top critics for all the news agencies, while wearing one of your own outfits, then I think that you can pull off a *coup d'etat* on the fashion industry.

If you show up at the fashion shows as a newcomer, you're going to be like a beggar on the doorstep. Those people aren't stupid. They're going to fight you tooth and claw.

As to hiring models. I think you two would do better. You've both got outstanding figures. You're healthy and well built. Most fashion models I've ever seen look emaciated. You are after the high end fashion dollar. Most women don't look like fashion models. But a large portion of them do have bodies like yours."

"How do you figure that?" Theresa asked.

"Well... from personal experience actually. Say a man was a horny single millionaire. What kind of women would he choose to surround himself with?"

It took a moment to sink in. Both girls busted out laughing. Cindy caught it while taking a sip of coffee. It launched itself out her lips and across the table. That just added to the humor of the situation. Both girls were rolling on the floor holding their sides.

John finished his breakfast, smirking.

Chapter 28

It was a busy time. First off, they had to travel into town for winter provisions. John hooked up the trailer and they literally loaded it to the brim. The girls made a raid on several fabric stores that left their inventories short and the managers smiling as they counted the money.

John focused on more practical matters like food, video tape, a complete editing set up and as the girls would be designing clothes like mad, practicing with the casting machine, a whole lot more of the chemicals needed. The chemical house was followed by trips around to several hardware houses and surplus outlets.

Lastly, as the girls went on a "mall crawl" John bought out a video game stores stock of the latest games. He hid them away for Theresa.

Over the next few months John completed drawings of his machines and write-ups of their principles.

His yearly endowment arrived along with a notice from his lawyers: "You're doing better, but spend even more!"

He cabled them back asking for and receiving a recommendation for the best patent firm. He double checked with several other sources and confirmed the recommendation. He contacted them and began the long patent process. Next he contacted his lawyers to begin the corporate process.

When asked why they should get it all set up, but not instigate it until a certain date he informed them: "Just leave the names blank, otherwise...you don't *want* to know."

Even lawyers are smart enough to know what that means so not another word was spoken about it.

John made a last trip into town to deliver his write-ups to his patent lawyers by registered mail. Taking the second cruiser he had it winterized and serviced. He made a side trip to a jewelry store while he waited.

The girls helped prepare the place for winter. The second cruiser was returned to the storage shed and dipstick heater installed. A trickle charger now supplemented the battery and a spare sat on it's own charger.

John had bought anti-freeze while in town and he showed the girls how to winterize their future vehicles on 'Cruiser one. To his mild surprise they were fascinated. He then serviced the snowmobiles. Again, they were attentive over his actions as he lubed up the track idlers and changed the plugs. Test running them and starting them several times to be certain they would be usable come snow. He checked all belts and added anti- freeze lube to all cables.

The girls were going great guns on their fashion ideas. John worked out bonding processes for zippers and fasteners. Cindy insisted he do something about the hip cables. He compensated for them by increasing the tension head to foot and balancing tension side to side. Making a junction a little higher on the neck between the arm cables and the back. Now cables ran up each leg and then joined at the neck with the arm and head cables. A separate cable ran straight down the back and connected to a cable connected between the two leg cables. The result when cinched up tight flexed hardly at all when the weight of the foam was added. However, the frame did. John beefed it up with some angle iron and then the system worked well. This eliminated both the hip and shoulder cables. John thought the shoulders sagged a little, but he added a Delron cross bar woven between the three down cables and this cured it.

Rather than having to make every little change himself, John taught the girls how the system worked. He had computer aided programming tools that helped immensely. Once he got the idea of three dimensions across to them, it all seemed to fall into place.

The computer drove the arms, which knew where they were by sensors on themselves and the tables. The scanning table used contact sensors to read relative positions of body parts. A series of floating wheels scanned down the body gave a rough reference which more accurate probes refined. A photo scan read skin tone and helped locate such things as nipples. The computer mapped all readings together to build a composite three dimensional picture of the body which was stored in arrays.

On the casting side, the computer first determined the exact location of the suspended cables. Then performed a centering routine to map the body arrays around the support structure. It then made passes adding material to the cables, one layer at a time. Making a proportional number of passes depending on thickness at any given point. The central structure was made up of courser material. The machine switching to continually finer grained material as the surface was approached. Finally it laid on a smooth skin like plastic, adding pigmentation according to the RGB (Red, Green and Blue) values from the photo arrays. The result was a lifelike replica. Lifelike because it matched proportions exactly within thousandths of an inch and the exact color values of the original master (body).

As long as the replica remained in it's frame, another coat -the clothing- was just a matter of extending dimensions outwards from the surface. Then whatever design was desired, was substituted for the original RGB values of the body. Mapped over the array using a method known as "Ray Tracing".

Cindy seemed to grasp the concepts instantly. Even so John went over each part several times. Then Cindy walked Theresa through it till she understood completely.

The rest was just using the tools at hand to convert their ideas into fashions. Being able to design and make changes in the computer and then rotate and look at the figure from any angle helped a lot. John showed them how to make dresses.

"Just map the surface down to the hips, then have the computer connect high points on the front and back of the object."

"But what supports the strand between the points while it sets?" Cindy asked.

"The previous strand, which *has* set. Some sagging may occur, but not much. You could compensate for it by stretching fabric over the gaps and letting the computer bond it in."

"Good idea. Like spandex inserts, or embroidered designs." Cindy replied.

"Uh yah, but that's your area, not mine. I just design machines."

"Think you could design an embroidery machine for me?" Cindy asked.

"No, but I'll buy one. You can buy an off the shelf machine that you can scan patterns into. No need reinventing the wheel."

"Maybe not, but sometimes for a different point of view." Cindy remarked.

"Ahh, the frivolity of youth!" John muttered.

"Well, tell you what *old man*, I wouldn't mind a little frivolity myself right now. Care to join me in the hot tub?" she asked.

"Wouldn't miss it." he said.

"Well, we won't go into that. Sometimes I think I should...." Cindy mused.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

"No...What?"

"Okay,.... Sometimes I think about that time with my mannequin. I don't know if you realized how turned on I got.... and... well I was thinking of casting up your image." she said.

"Not a bad idea. Why don't you."

"Me?"

"Yes, it would be good practice."

"Uh... okay... How do I start?"

"Well, we've been at this for several months now... You tell me!"

Cindy grinned. "Test time, huh teach?"

"Sort of. Perhaps if there's a surrogate available I could get more sleep."

"Oh! Are we keeping you awake at night?" she asked indignantly. Only half joking.

"Darlin, I've barely had an undisturbed cat nap since Theresa and you first arrived, but I'm not silly enough to complain about it. I can sleep when I really am old. Now how about that hot tub?"

Cindy snuggled to him about an hour and a half latter. They were reclined on a double chaise by the bubbling tub. The sweat running off their bodies wasn't from the hot water. For some reason their love making had been exceptionally passionate. Cindy traced her finger nails gently around on his chest.

"John?"

"Mmm?"

"Could we make the mannequins move?"

"Mmmm... depends on what you want. Walking is pretty much out of the question."

"How about hips?"

"Doable, why?"

"I had this wild image a while ago. I'd like to see your mannequin make it with mine." she giggled.

"Might be trouble."

"How so?"

"Well.... might be some jealousy from Theresa's double."

Cindy was silent a moment and then busted out laughing.

"No, not if you can make mines tongue work!" she managed to gasp out.

Now it was John's turn to laugh.

Theresa found them with tears rolling down their cheeks and holding their sides.

"Hey, what's so funny?" she asked smiling.

They took one look at her and were off again.

"Okay" she finally shrugged. "Just wanted to remind Cindy it was her turn to cook."

After a moment to gather her breath, Cindy nodded and headed for the shower.

Theresa stripped off her clothes and headed for the tub. A few moments later, John joined her.

"Sometimes you two are sooooo odd." Theresa said.

"But you can't help but love us for it?"

"No, I can't." she said, turning to him and moving into his arms.

John did his best to repeat the performance he had done earlier with Cindy.

Chapter 29

Cindy chopped an onion for the meatloaf, then mixed in the rest of the ingredients. She set it in the oven and then washed her hands and checked the clock.

She moved back into the lab. John was right. Time to cut her teeth. She strung up the frame and then moved to the computer. Pulling up the image of John. She toyed with the idea of modifying it a bit, using her internal measurements, but no. John was just fine the way he was. A part of her mind told her if she ever did try it out, and she knew she would, then she wanted it to be as real as possible. She double checked everything John had taught her and started the machine. Looking up at a clock she scrambled back to the kitchen.

Dinner passed sort of quietly. The three of them basking in the warm glow of the endorphins their bodies had released earlier. John even more so. Cindy smirked to herself over the reason.

Sometimes she would surprise herself. Like now when she thought of John and Theresa together after she headed for the kitchen. She was glad her man was content. The thought of him as *her man* startled her a bit. But she smiled inwardly.

He was *her man*. She liked that. Theresa was *her woman*, she liked that also. She would miss her when she went off to college but she would still get to see her lots. The joint fashion venture would insure that. In fact -at the moment- Cindy was no where near as interested in the venture as Theresa was.

Certainly Cindy had seen the potential, but she didn't really care about that. She was on her way to financial security through her investments anyway. Certainly not as well to do as John was, but heading in a direction that if she worked a bit, she could retire comfortably.

The main reason she had so embraced the fashion idea..... was John. Before the fashion idea she had no idea what she would use for an excuse to hang around. She wanted to stay with John...... Forever! But John had this image of the "*girls*" growing up and heading off to college and from there out into life on their own.

Cindy didn't want that.

Yes, she wanted to go to college, probably business school. But then she wanted to come back.... to be John's..... Wife? The word didn't seem right. Lover?... More than that. Mate?... That sounded right. She wanted to be John's mate.

In a way, she wanted to be Theresa's mate too. But it wasn't the same thing. Sure, she absolutely adored making love with the lovely wench. She got more beautiful every day.

Cindy could picture Theresa being a part of her life with John, but more like a visiting part. She could see Theresa heading off to college, meeting a guy and getting married. Then, besides working with Cindy on the fashion partnership, she would stop by unexpectedly and stay the weekend. Then she would go back home to her husband and John would be all hers for the weeknights. Maybe barbecuing up on the silo cover, like a large patio, on a summers evening. Herself looking out with satisfaction at how the trees she had planted were growing. Glancing over at John turning chicken on the grill and smiling at him in a come hither manner.

"I said, could you please pass the carrots?" Theresa repeated.

"There's more chicken.." Cindy muttered.

"Chicken? Where the hell did you go girl? You cooked meatloaf!" Theresa said.

"Huh? Oh... sorry, just daydreaming. Here." Cindy said passing the bread.

Theresa chuckled. "Yup, just like I told John...." she thought.

John passed her the carrots and looked thoughtfully at Cindy.

"When your plane lands I'll help you with the dishes." Theresa said.

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking that we needed some trees outside."

"Trees?, Girl it's snowing out there." Theresa said.

"No, for summer time. For shade for the patio."

"Patio?" John said.

"The silo roof."

"Oh... not a bad idea. But back far enough they don't interfere with my stargazing."

"No, I would never do that."

"I'm not so sure she's landed yet. Help me put these away, John?" Theresa asked.

John nodded. Looking even more thoughtfully at Cindy.

After the others started moving Cindy seemed to come around more. She cleared the table of dishes and started to rinse them. John and Theresa put the leftovers in the refrigerator. When Cindy rinsed the same pan twice Theresa pushed her aside and took over.

"Why don't you go play in the lab or something. Better yet, watch a movie. It's probably safer." Theresa said.

"The lab!" Cindy said and rushed off.

"You don't have any Marijuana around here do you?" Theresa asked, looking after her.

"Uh... no. Maybe some seeds somewhere in my college things." John replied.

"No.. I don't want any. It just occurred to me that Cindy had been smoking something."

"Don't know. Don't think so. I quit trying to figure out women's moods almost a year ago, about the time you arrived." John chuckled.

"A year? Has it been that long?"

"Not quite. You were just a month off of sixteen."

"A year.... " she said softly to herself. And then Theresa was gone.

John kissed her on the neck and headed for the Com room. Life with two young women could be interesting at times, he mused.

 Theresa found Cindy in the lab, Standing as if in a trance. She came up behind her and put her arms around her. Cindy leaned back against her, but her gaze never left the casting table. Suspended in the frame was a duplicate of John, right down to the erection.

"Pretty real looking." Theresa mused.

"Spooky." Cindy replied.

"So.... You going to try it out?" Theresa asked.

"Huh? What?" asked Cindy, distracted.

"Are you going to try out the mannequin?"

Cindy was silent for a bit then replied: "Oh... I don't know. Doesn't make much sense when we have a live one around."

"Yeah, and one who's tongue works!" Theresa chuckled, "Still, it could be interesting."

"Yeah, it could be...." Cindy replied, still distracted.

Theresa's hands slid up under the thin material of her friends T-shirt and cupped her breasts. Her fingers sought and found the nipples, which were already hard.

"My, if your nipples are any indication I think you want to try it out." Theresa chuckled.

Cindy blushed a bit. Then finally replied: "I won't deny it appeals to me."

"So why not do it?" Theresa asked, sliding one hand down and into the waistband of Cindy's shorts.

Cindy leaned back into her friend and didn't reply. Theresa continued her explorations, sliding her hand down over Cindy's soft pubic hair. Her fingers split and passed on either side of her clitoris. Her mouth descended onto Cindy's neck and she kissed it. Her other hand cupping and squeezing a firm breast. Cindy moaned softly in response to Theresa's advances, but her eye's remained locked upon the mannequin.

Theresa pulled back her hands and lifted Cindy's T-shirt up and over her head. Then her fingers found the waistband on her shorts and pushed them down. Cindy hardly seemed to notice as she now stood nude, entranced by the image of John before her.

Theresa pulled off her own shirt and shorts. Again moving up behind her friend, her bare breasts against Cindy's back. Her pelvis against Cindy's bare ass. Her hands moved around her friend and over her arms. She grasped her wrists and walked her forward. Cindy didn't resist when Theresa guided her hands up to the mannequin.

Cindy lightly dragged her fingertips over the chest and down the abdomen.

Theresa's hands resumed their exploration of Cindy's body. Her fingers descending down the cleft on each side from her hip bones. They reached the apex and she pulled back at the lips of the vulva with her fingertips. Cindy responded by opening her legs a bit more. Her own fingers had reached the penis. Her fingers fondling it softly.

Theresa could feel Cindy's excitement on her fingertips. She was virtually dripping. She dipped her fingers into the moistness and then one hand returned to the clitoris, rubbing it softly with Cindy's nectar. Her pelvis moving against Cindy's ass cheeks. Her lips once more upon her neck and shoulders.

"Damn!" spat Cindy.

"What?" asked Theresa in concern. Thinking she had offended her friend in some way.

"It's attached underneath it." Cindy replied.

Theresa looked over her shoulder to see what she was talking about. Cindy sort of lifted up on the foam penis, but it resisted. A thin membrane bonded it to the body.

"Hmm... Guess we'll have to circumcise it." Theresa sort of chuckled.

She moved from her friend and sought out a razor knife. Then she moved to the other side of the table and bent over it. She lifted the pseudo penis to put tension on the membrane and starting at the tip carefully began to separate it.

"Be careful!" Cindy cautioned.

"Like it was real!" Theresa smirked, "Don't worry, love. I won't hurt it."

Cindy bent to watch as Theresa completed the operation. She then examined what would be the topside and made two or three more trimming cuts. Then she trimmed off any edges that protruded from the body.

She thoroughly examined the penis and ran her fingers over it in test.

"That should do." She said, stepping back. "All yours. I think we should unstring it though. Maybe put it in that chair?"

Cindy nodded, testing the penis with her own fingers.

Theresa moved around the frame loosening turnbuckles and unhooking cables. Cindy moved as an automaton as she started to help. Once unstrung, the girls jointly lifted the mannequin and set it astride an armless chair. The pliable foam bending as they "sat" it down.

Cindy moved over the legs and used her pelvis to push the mannequin back into the chair. Theresa pulled back on the hips from behind the chair. The mannequin slowly conformed to a sitting position, the legs sticking out straight.

Theresa maintained her grip of the mannequin's hips as Cindy positioned the foam penis against her vulva. She tried to lower herself upon it, but in it's dry state it resisted entry and bent. Cindy backed off and bent to lick it. Forgetting herself she deep throated it.

Lifting her head she said: "A little roughness along the top.... could be interesting."

Theresa grinned at her friend from around the chair.

Cindy seemed to remember that the penis had no feeling. She licked it again, leaving as much saliva upon it as she could. Then she once again positioned herself. This time the head slid between her labia and into her vagina.

Just then Theresa got an idea. She let go the mannequin's hips and the springy foam attempted to return to it's cast position. The effect was as if the mannequin had suddenly raised it's hips. The foam penis pushed upwards into Cindy quickly and slammed into her cervix. She gasped suddenly in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Her knees buckled beneath her and she collapsed, pushing the mannequin back into the chair. Her eyes closed as she fell forward against the chest.

"That wasn't very kind." Cindy mused, her eyes still closed.

"I couldn't help myself." Theresa chuckled.

"Actually, it was quite pleasant... in a painful sort of way. Very realistic. I think I'd like John to do that to me sometime."

"Would you now?" John muttered to himself, watching and listening from the Com room.

Theresa moved around behind her friend. Her hands slipping around her as she moved her pelvis against Cindy's ass and her breasts against her back. She teased the ends of Cindy's nipples playfully.

"So.... are you just going to lay there?" She asked.

"Just savoring it. Feels just like John does. Wouldn't mind sleeping this way and waking up feeling him inside me again, like that time in the solarium." Cindy mused.

"I think I was asleep myself. You'll have to tell me about it later. Sounds nice." Theresa said... feeling a slight pang of jealousy.

She pushed the thought away. "No!" she told herself mentally. "I don't want to be like that!"

She traced her fingers around all over Cindy's breasts as she kissed her on the neck and ground her pelvis into her ass. The action started Cindy's hips moving. The foam penis following suit began to stroke within her.

Cindy moaned with delight. It felt almost identical to John, except for the slight roughness which now played against her clitoris, heightening the sensation. She began to increase her movements. Soon she was making complete thrusts upon the penis, now lubricated with her ample juices.

Theresa felt her friends back rubbing against her nipples. Her tail bone brushing against her own clitoris. To her surprise, she found herself quite aroused by it all. She reached down to help, grabbing the mannequin by the hips. She held it back against the chair as Cindy moved her hips upwards and pulled forward on each of Cindy's down strokes.

The effect wasn't lost on Cindy. Who's breath was fast becoming a moaning wheeze. Perspiration broke out on her forehead. A few drops trickled down her cheek in front of her ear and was found by Theresa's tongue on her neck.

Theresa found her own passion mounting as her friend stroked away upon the pseudo penis. She had positioned her hips so that each of Cindy's upstrokes rubbed against her clitoris. In her mind she could hardly wait herself for her turn upon the mannequin. She continued to guide the mannequin's hips in perfect time with Cindy's movements.

Cindy was now gasping for air. She hadn't expected it to feel so real. It was as if John himself were inside her as he had been earlier. Her hands feeling the muscles of his chest, but the arms laying inert beside her. As if he were asleep and she had mounted him during a dream..... as Theresa had told her she had when she first arrived. She thought about the young blondes body astride his hips. The thought pushed her towards her first orgasm.

Theresa found herself approaching orgasm. Seldom had she seen her friend so worked up. Cindy was moving her hips in a way that rubbed against her on purpose as she lifted from each stroke upon the mannequin. Her soft ass cheeks riding over Theresa's hip bones and pubic hair. As Cindy's hands now had control upon the mannequin's hips, Theresa let her fingers wander over the firm brunettes body. Finding their way down to the base of the foam penis she moved them to bump Cindy's clitoris on each stroke. Her other hand squeezing and pinching at her breasts.

Cindy was lost in abandon as she drove her hips down repeatedly against the mannequin's hips, driving the firm foam penis into herself. Her orgasm seemed to linger just outside her grasp until she realized what she was waiting for. John wasn't going to tense up! Smirking to herself she pushed herself over the edge. Her body began to drive down upon his replica with all her might as her body began to convulse. A whimpering moan started deep inside her and built to a scream as it left her lips.

Feeling Cindy's contracting body against her triggered Theresa's own orgasm. It took her by surprise as she drove her hips forward against Cindy's shapely ass. Fighting to hold her position as her knees buckled beneath her. Her weight descended upon the mannequin's legs, sticking out between her legs.

To Cindy it was as if the mannequin's hips suddenly rose up in orgasm. Driving the foam penis up hard against her cervix. Her body slamming down in response as the second wave of orgasm wracked her nubile body. She convulsed atop it, her hips seemingly with a life of their own continued their stroking action. Again and again she stroked and convulsed. Her orgasm lingering much longer and deeper than usual. Again she realized what she was waiting for; the feel of John's semen spurting up inside her. The thought triggered another massive wave of contractions.

Theresa slid down the legs, now pumping up beneath her and against her vulva. Her face against Cindy's quivering back. Her ass cheeks rising up against her face. On impulse her tongue sought between the shapely soft curves and found the sensitive orifice within.

The touch of Theresa's tongue upon her anus sent an electric shock through Cindy's body and triggered yet another round of contractions. Her vagina squeezing spasmodically hard against the foam penis then ballooning out around it. Engulfing it as her hips drove frantically downwards. It slammed up hard against her cervix again and again. Each gasping breath seemingly accompanied with it's own orgasm.

Theresa felt herself responding to the soft foam legs bouncing up against her. She slid down and shifted to one side. Now a leg rubbed up against her clitoris with each bouncing stroke of Cindy's spasmodic hips. Her friends gasping moans of ecstasy ringing in her ears triggered her own second orgasm. About the time her hips began to convulse Cindy suddenly gasped and fell forward, inert.

Theresa's counter bouncing upon the legs had once again made the mannequin seem to come alive. It was too much for Cindy's mind to cope with. Something inside her mind exploded and she lost all thought. Her body sagged against the mannequin which continued to stroke up inside her for a time. Her hips quivering spasmodically and random contractions wracking her young body.

"Damn..... going to have to play dead I guess." John mused to himself watching the two collapsed women on the monitor. He had never seen the two of them so worked up together. Cindy appeared to have passed out.

John wondered what they would do with a dildo. .. A thought occurred to him. He grinned to himself as he reached up to shut off the monitor.

"May as well go to bed. Don't think my two lovelies will be up to anything but sleeping." he thought. Not that he needed any further action quite so soon himself. But watching the two women with the mannequin had left him excited anyway.

Theresa stirred slowly. Her body quivering a bit as she slowly got up. Cindy still inert upon the mannequin. She moved to her friend and softly kissed her on the cheek.

Cindy stirred herself. Her head turned to find the lips that were kissing her cheek. The two girls mouths met and they engaged in a deep searching kiss. Cindy quivering halfway through it as she became aware of the foam penis still within her. Just like waking up with one inside her, she thought.

Theresa helped lift her friend to her feet. She was shaky at best. She pulled her against her and the two of them merged face to face in a tight embrace. Then Theresa guided her friend to the bedroom. Cindy walking mechanically on rubbery legs.

When they reached the bedroom, John was already in bed, seemingly asleep. Theresa guided Cindy into the bed and then headed for the bathroom.

Cindy snuggled to John. She realized that he had an erection and without a though she impaled herself upon it and then promptly fell asleep. Blissfully happy. When Theresa came out she crawled in. She noticed Cindy's position atop John and then noticed with a start that John was erect inside her. Both were asleep and both smiling blissfully. She pulled the covers over all of them. Cindy's arm moved around her naturally. Theresa smiled to herself and snuggled to their sides. Before long, she followed them into sleep.

Chapter 30

Sometime during the night, John slipped out of Cindy. Sometime later she rolled off to the side. When John opened his eyes in the morning he was bracketed by two firm young female bodies. Almost by instinct each of his hands reached out to cup a firm breast. He smiled to himself. What could possibly be a better way to wake up?

Cindy stirred first. Her eyes opened and she tipped her head to face John. Feeling his hand upon her breast. She rolled half on top of him as her lips sought his.

Since the girls first arrived, starting with Theresa, morning kisses were traditionally shallow. Cindy broke with tradition as her tongue found it's way between John's lips. Neither of them found it unpleasant so the kiss deepened.

When Cindy finally pulled back, John said: "Good morning. Did you sleep well?"

"Mmmm.. Very well. And you?" She said, stretching.

"Never better. I just love waking up with you two beside me." John replied, smiling.

"I think you'll find the feeling is mutual." murmured Theresa sleepily.

"Good morning sunshine!" Cindy said, reaching out a hand to tousle her hair.

"Who's turn to cook?" Theresa mumbled.

"Hm... don't remember. Why don't I help you?" Cindy replied.

"I've got a better idea. Why don't I cook this morning." John said.

"Nope! I just remembered. It's my turn." Theresa said.

"Doesn't matter, I'm the boss and I feel like cooking. Why don't you two snuggle for a while." John said.

"Yes, boss." Theresa said.

"The idea does have a certain degree of merit." Cindy smirked.

John leaned over and kissed Theresa. He broke with tradition himself as the kiss deepened. Theresa didn't fight it. John held the kiss a long time and then turned and repeated his performance with Cindy.

"That should get your motors running." John chuckled as he slid out from between them.

The girls rolled together to fill the vacuum between them. John headed for the bath.

Cindy's lips found Theresa's and kissed them softly. Her hand moving to cup one of Theresa's firms breasts.

When she finally pulled back Theresa mused: "My, aren't you a hungry one. Especially considering last night."

Cindy rolled her eyes.

"God, it was incredible. I could swear the damn thing came to life. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but suddenly the hips rose up under me when I was climaxing. Towards the end there, I swear it was pumping up into me as hard as I was pumping down."

Theresa busted out laughing.

"What? Think I'm crazy? I'm telling you it felt like the damn thing was moving."

"No, that was me!" Theresa managed to gasp out.

"You? No. I know the difference. It was the damn mannequin!" Cindy said, guiding her hand down over Theresa's abdomen and between her legs.

Theresa fought to suppress her giggles. Finally she said: "No, it *was* me. You were rubbing back against me. When I climaxed, I sort of collapsed down onto the legs. That levered the hips up under you. Then when you kept going, the legs were sort of bouncing up under me. I liked it so I sort of bounced back. That's what caused the hips to pump up into you."

"Oh.." Cindy said, somewhat dejected.

"Aww.. I didn't mean to spoil it for you." Theresa said concerned.

Cindy was quiet for a time and then pressed her attack between Theresa's legs. "But that's even better." She mused.

"You're not - stop that! I've got to go! - You're not disappointed?" Theresa said, concerned.

"Disappointed? No. Why would I be disappointed that my darling lover made it all seem more real? After we use the bathroom I'd like to show you just how un- disappointed I really am." Cindy said, crawling off the bed.

Once she found her footing she offered her hand back to help Theresa out of bed. As she stood the two of them sort of melted together. Stealing a quick kiss Theresa virtually sprinted to the bathroom.

John was brushing his teeth when Theresa came in and plunked down. Cindy sort of danced around in the doorway.

"Guess I should have built a three-holer," John mused, after rinsing.

"Two would be nice about now." Cindy chuckled.

Theresa finished up and Cindy moved in. A look of relief spreading on her face. Theresa moved to brush her teeth.

"Maybe I will install a second one. And maybe one of them Bidet things if I'm gonna have women around much longer." John said.

"Darling, by your own plans you'll have us around for at least another year." Theresa said, rinsing.

John moved to kiss her properly now that neither of them was conscious about their breath. Theresa hugged him shortly. Then John headed towards the wardrobe.

He stalled on the way to try to collect one from Cindy who was headed for the sink.

"Oh, no. Gotta brush!" she giggled, pulling away.

"Fickle women!" John said heading out the door.

"Fickle! If you weren't so adamant about cooking I'd show you who's fickle!" Cindy called after him.

"Don't know why I put up with him." She mused, quieter, heading for the sink.

"I do. Cause you're flat in love with the man." Theresa chuckled.

"Yeah, guess I am." Cindy said, finding her toothbrush.

"So am I." Theresa said quietly.

She watched her friend brushing her teeth for a moment and then headed back to bed. As she passed John, she tweaked his ass.

"Think I'd like.... French toast and bacon. Since you're cooking." she said.

"Want it in bed?" John asked, sarcastically.

"No... I think Cindy and I will be occupied for a while. Just keep it warm." she said with a wry smile.

John chuckled as he slid on some socks and looked for his sandals.

"It was *your* idea." Theresa replied over her shoulder.

"Just save some for me." John said.

"Some what?" Cindy asked. Stalling to get her real kiss.

"Of what you and Theresa will be doing while I'm cooking." he said.

He stood and pulled her into his arms. This time she didn't resist. When he finally let up she was a bit wobbly on her legs.

"Oh... Your welcome to as much as you can handle I'll wager." she said, somewhat breathlessly.

"In fact you're welcome to postpone breakfast for a while and join us." she added.

"No. You two go ahead. My body demands coffee." John said, heading out the door.

"Now who's fickle?" Cindy called after him.

She slid into bed once more with Theresa and they instantly snuggled together. Cindy found Theresa's lips once more. There was no reticence this time.

Sometime later they lay together, somewhat sweaty. They gently caressed each other with their finger tips.

"So.... Are you going to tell him?" Theresa asked, out of the blue.

"Tell who?" Cindy replied absently.

"The Jolly green giant. How many *hims* do we have around here?" Theresa mocked.

"Well, not counting the mannequin..- have to think up a name for him...- just one. What am I going to tell him?" Cindy asked, her fingers playing along the curves under Theresa's breasts.

"That you don't want to leave next year." Theresa said.

"Huh? How did you know?" Cindy asked, looking into her friends eyes.

"Oh... I don't know. I just did. Call it woman's intuition. So are you going to tell him?" Theresa asked, her own fingers playing around Cindy's nipples.

Cindy was silent for a time and then sighed heavily.

"Do you think I should? I don't know what he'll say or do. I don't want to spoil it before then." she said.

Theresa pulled her friends head around and kissed her. Then said: "I don't see how both of you can be so stupid. You're both madly in love with each other. John doesn't want you to leave any more than you want to. He may say he does, but it really scares the hell out of him."

Tears welled up into Cindy's eyes. "Do you really think so?" she asked.

"I know so." Theresa replied, seriously.

"And... What about you? What are you going to do?" Cindy asked.

"Well, my plans are pretty much what John laid out. I intend to go to college and get my degree. I want to meet someone my own age and fall in love, get married and have kids." Theresa replied, honestly.

"And what about me? How do you feel about me staying with John." Cindy asked, hesitantly.

"I love it! I think it's absolutely perfect." Theresa replied.

"And me? How do you feel about me?" Cindy asked quietly.

Theresa kissed her softly before answering.

"I love you. With all my heart. I don't ever want to lose what we have....

"The other night when you came in to cook dinner and I was walking with John, I talked with him about it. I told him then that I wanted to come back often. And I don't mean for just a quick visit, but for lots of extended weekends....

"I also told him that I thought you didn't want to leave.... He said... '*That is more than I could hope for*' to quote him. He went on to say that he didn't want to hold you back. That he thought you would 'want' to leave.... I told him I didn't think so. But I do know that he absolutely does want you to go to college. He wants us both to. I think that's probably a really good thing. But I think he wants you to come back, in fact I'm fairly certain about it." Theresa concluded.

Cindy wept quietly against her friends breasts for a while. Theresa softly playing in her hair.

"I.. I.. love him... I can't help it. I can't face the idea of a future without him... I don't want to..." Cindy sobbed.

"I know.." Theresa said, hugging her friend to her. "I love him too. And I love you.... but my dream isn't here. I want to raise kids. I can't do that with John.... Have you thought about that?"

Cindy nodded against Theresa's breasts. She swallowed hard and finally replied; "Yes. I thought about it.... I don't think I have a burning need to have children.... I understand that you do.. but for me... well, there's already five billion people on earth.... but that's not really it. It's just that I don't want children if it means leaving John to do it."

She broke down again as she finished.

Theresa hugged her close and let her cry. After a time she began to caress her friend. Suddenly Cindy was kissing her fiercely. Theresa understood Cindy's need for release and returned the kiss. Her hands moving to cups Cindy's breasts.

Later after they showered and were dressing Theresa said: "I think it will all work out fine... You're good for John's heart in more ways than one. At least you'll keep him exercised."

"Thank you... lover." Cindy said softly, "And thanks for letting me cry on you."

"No problem... just one hint." Theresa said.

"What's that?" Cindy asked.

"Just don't let John find out how *hot* crying makes you. He might be tempted to treat you badly just to trigger it." Theresa chuckled.

Cindy chuckled too.

"Come on... lover. Let's find out if our breakfast is cold." Theresa said.

"Uh.. Can I have just one more kiss before we go?" Cindy asked.

"Always." Theresa said, pulling her into her arms.

Chapter 31

John sat drinking coffee, reading a print out.

He hadn't viewed what the girls were doing for some reason. He sensed he didn't really want to know. Besides, the tape was running, making an accurate record he could watch in the future should the urge strike him, it hadn't yet.

Lately his surveillance had started to nag at him. He changed the tapes mainly out of habit. Heaven knows he certainly had much more than enough material for any sexual stimulation he was ever likely to use them for. But that wasn't really why he did it.

On the tapes was a history. It was a record of two women growing up. Their social interactions between themselves, and he. Part of him he hadn't really acknowledged looked forward to viewing the tapes with Cindy when he got old... *er*.

Perhaps the nagging feeling was a surfacing of his ethics. He didn't examine his motivations too closely. Life was good. Not a likely time for soul searching.

He looked up and smiled at his two lovelies when they entered the kitchen. He could tell that something important had transpired. They were somehow different... more... content with themselves about something.

Cindy smiled at him and moved to sit in his lap. She snuggled to him.

Theresa passed by on the way to the coffee, running her fingers through his hair as she walked by. "So... Did you keep it warm for us?" She asked.

"In the oven. Have a nice time?" John asked, he kissed Cindy softly on the cheek.

"Mmm.. Very nice." Cindy said, snuggling to him.

"Yes, quite nice." Theresa added, "Thank you for being such a dear."

"You asked me to keep it warm. Not too tough to put it into the oven." John said, lightly.

"I know... but. Well thank you, just the same..." Theresa said.

She moved the hot plates to the table, placing one in front of Cindy.

"You're both quite welcome..." John said, snagging a piece of bacon from Cindy's plate.

He took a bite and then fed the rest to Cindy. Once food hit her mouth she kissed him lightly and moved to another chair.

"Didn't you eat?" Theresa asked.

"Yes, but bacon stealing is a long tempting tradition. For some reason certain foods are fair game. Like French fries. You'd never think about stealing an asparagus spear, but something like bacon compels your hand." He chuckled.

"So what's on the agenda today?" Cindy asked between bites.

"Oh... not too much. I've got some legal mumbo jumbo to dig through over the patents. What about you girls?"

"Oh.. I don't know. Thought I'd study some and I think Cindy and I need to get moving on some fashions." Theresa said.

"I was wondering if you girls were going to clean up that mess in the lab." John kind of chuckled.

Both girls blushed crimson.

"I... I... I'm sorry John.. " Cindy stuttered.

"Relax... love. It's not that big a deal. I was just teasing" John said, chuckling.

"I... I.. Couldn't help myself.. I saw the completed mannequin and it looked so much like you.. and well I guess I just got carried away... " Cindy said, defending herself.

"I said relax. I meant it. You think that I'm going to find your being sexually attracted to an exact image of me somehow offensive.. then you don't understand me very well." John giggled.

"Wish I could take one with me to college." Theresa mused, still blushing.

"Why not?" John asked.

"Might cause a ruckus in the dorm." Theresa replied.

"Sweetheart, I don't know if you realize it, but you don't have to stay in a dorm. You're well off enough now that you can afford an apartment of your own as well as tuition." John said.

Theresa looked up startled. She hadn't thought of herself as "Well to do."

"You really are a sweetheart, John. You can steal my bacon any time you like." Cindy said.

"Why thank you kindly, Ma'am." John said.

"Quite welcome, Sir." she replied.

"You know, you're spoiling other men for us." Theresa said, finishing her French toast.

"My great secret plan." John said.

"It's working." Cindy muttered to herself.

Chapter 32

The girls cleaned up and headed off to clean up the lab. The mannequin was half sprawled out hanging off the chair, it's perpetual erection still holding an attraction for the girls. Cindy bent to pick up their clothes. Theresa hauled the mannequin back up into the chair. It didn't want to bend, but would lean against the back.

"Let's hang it up by the others." Theresa said.

The other mannequins hung in a row from a beam by their head cables. There was getting to be quite a collection of them. John had made a second Cindy and an earlier Theresa. The girls each had a pair of twins hanging before them. Not quite twins as one of each was a slightly younger representation of them. The difference between them was incredible. The older models had larger breasts, wider hips and an overall firmer muscle tone. Looking at the difference made the girls feel proud of their bodies.

As a partial attempt to make them less of a distraction, John had spun clothes on each of them. Trying out different styles. The elder Cindy wore a duplicate of the first outfit that John had made for Theresa along with a short black skirt.

The girls jointly strung John at the end of the row, next to the elder Cindy.

On a whim, Cindy moved the fabric on her own double aside and "connected" them.

"You do make a fine looking couple." Theresa mused, looking at the mannequins.

"Yeah. I guess we do. Kind of looks a little out of place though with John not having any clothing on. Kind of looks like '*I*' discovered him undressed and decided to rape him." Cindy said.

"So... let's make him some clothes." Theresa suggested.

"Why not. Let's." Cindy replied.

The girls spent most the rest of the day working with different designs on the computer. They settled on a fairly traditional tuxedo style. Except much better fitting than one off the rack.

It was with some reluctance they separated the two mannequins to restring John into the frame. They each got a little worked up when they set about applying the thin tissue and oiling it. Finally they got the body covered and started the spinning process.

"Think I'll take a swim and then study some." Theresa said.

"Think I'll go check what John wants for lunch. How about you? Want me to bring you some?" Cindy asked.

"I am a little hungry. Give me a call when it's ready and I'll come get it." Theresa replied.

"Nonsense. If I can't wait on my lover, then I quit. I'll bring it to you." Cindy said.

"I know, you just want to see more of my nude body." Theresa chuckled.

"Guilty." Cindy replied, tweaking a bun cheek.

Theresa lifted her and Cindy's tops and moved to merge their bare breasts together. She kissed her friend softly and hugged her.

"God I love you...You are more than welcome to look at any part of me, any time you want." She said softly.

"Ditto, babe." Cindy said, "I'll look forward to it in about half an hour."

Cindy kissed her softly and then pulled reluctantly away. She smiled back at Theresa as she left.

Theresa checked on the progress of the weaving and then - as if compelled- she moved to the hanging elder Cindy. She lifted the skirt and sort of examined the pubic area. Feeling herself flush with excitement, she returned the fabric over the area and smoothed the skirt.

"I really do love you." she said quietly, looking up at the mannequin.

She reluctantly left for the pool.

Cindy found John in the Com room. She came up behind him and rubbed his neck and shoulders.

"What ya doing?" She asked.

"Oh, finishing up on the patent papers.... that feels good. This legal shit always makes me tense." He said, leaning back into Cindy's hands.

"Anyway I can help?" Cindy asked, playfully.

"Just keep doing what you're doing." John replied with his eyes closed.

Cindy looked down on her man as she rubbed his shoulders. His hair was getting a little thin on top and just a touch gray at the temples. His body was firm from hard work on the garden and silo. She watched as he responded to her touch. A slight bulge growing in his pants. She leaned down and gave him an upside down kiss. The top of her tongue sliding over his. Quite pleasant. She thought. She also noticed the effect was not lost on John. The bulge had gotten a lot bigger. She kissed him on the neck and moved around him.

"I know just the thing for tenseness." she said, sinking to her knees between his legs.

John continued to lay back with his eyes closed as she unfastened his trousers.

As Cindy turned her attention to his manhood, she was thinking how much nicer the real one was.

Theresa stripped off her clothes and dove in. It was sunny outside and the tracking mirror projected a lovely rainbow across the pool area wall. She swam on her back, several times across the pool admiring it. Thinking what a nice job John had done on the place. Lot's of little nice touches everywhere you looked. Like the tracking mirror which brought daylight into the silo. On several of the floors he had mounted prism's which cast rainbows of color across the walls whenever the sun was out.

She swam to the edge of the pool and grabbed a remote control which she used to turn on some music. Then she turned about and swam several hard laps. Finally grabbing a floating chair and climbing into it. She lay back listening to the music and watching the rainbow.

"Not such a bad place to live." she thought to herself.

Cindy snuggled in John's lap. She too watched a rainbow pattern creep across a wall. She sighed contentedly.

"So what do you want for lunch?" she asked.

"Hmm... How about this breast.. and these lips... followed by roast beef sandwiches and then maybe a taste of this.." John said.

Cindy giggled a bit and then moaned slightly over where John's fingers were.... again. Where his manhood had been a short time before. She quivered a bit as she reluctantly pulled herself out of his lap and found her shorts.

"Roast beef it is." She said, bending back to kiss him.

His slick fingers found a nipple and tweaked it. He noticed the glistening moisture and moved to lick it off.

"Now stop that!" Cindy giggled, not pulling away. "Or it will be dinner by the time I get lunch ready."

John chuckled and kissed her once more before turning her around and lightly patting her cute rear end towards the kitchen. She snagged her blouse and pulled it on as she walked away. John looked after her admiring the way the terry shorts hugged her buns. Then he turned back to his legal papers, feeling much less tense.

A little while later Cindy sat a plate and a cup of coffee next to him. She kissed him on the cheek and left. John muttering his thanks without looking up from his papers.

Cindy carried a tray down to the pool. Her own lunch as well as Theresa's upon it. She set it down on the table and looked admiring at the nude blonde reclined in the floating chair. Thinking how much more beautiful Theresa got everyday. Her breasts up firm and high on her chest. Her stomach muscles firm and flat above the trim little patch of golden pubic hair. Despite her session with John just a short time before she felt herself flush with desire.

"Hey, cutie. Come eat." She called.

Theresa looked up at her friend and then slid out of the chair and swam strongly towards the ladder.

Cindy watched her firm backside sliding through the water. She held a towel out for her friend as she climbed out. Wrapping it around her, she pulled her into a quick kiss. Theresa held it a bit longer, then moved to the table. Looking back Cindy was still standing by the pools edge, looking after her.

"What?" Theresa asked.

Cindy seemed to come to her senses and moved to the table.

"Oh.. nothing. I was just admiring your lovely body." She chuckled.

"I knew it. Just as I predicted." Theresa chuckled, "Any particular spot?"

"Not really. The whole damn thing is nigh on perfect. I don't know if you realize just how gorgeous you really are." Cindy said, sitting down and reaching for a sandwich.

Theresa stopped her sandwich halfway to her mouth. Looking a little surprised at her friend.

"No... But I know how gorgeous you are." She said softly.

"Come on. Let's eat. My pretty. Or we won't get anything else done today but each other.... and John." Cindy chuckled.

"Thought it was a long half hour." Theresa chuckled, sipping a soda.

"Oh.. he just sort of seemed tense... so I cured it." Cindy mused.

Theresa chuckled. Then said: "Tell me about it."

"What?" Cindy asked.

"Tell me about it. Describe how it happened. Tell me what you did. Tell me how it felt. Everything." Theresa said.

"Really?" Cindy asked, a bit surprised.

"Really. I want to hear all about it." Theresa said, seriously.

"Why?" Cindy asked.

"Oh.. I just do." Theresa replied.

"Okay...Well.. I went into the Com room and John was sitting with his back to me.... " Cindy began.

As they ate Cindy told her all about it. Theresa asked leading questions until Cindy was filling in all the details. Describing exactly what things felt like and what she did.

Theresa felt herself flushing with desire. She knew she was getting damp inside. She slipped a hand below the table and lightly touched herself as Cindy talked. Continuing to eat and drink with her other hand. Her face flushed and her breathing increasing.

As she talked, Cindy began to notice her friends state of excitement. This made her realize how excited she was becoming herself. She noticed the absence of Theresa's hand and the slight movement of her arm. This led her to drop one of her own hands and unfasten her shorts. The hand slid inside and her fingers made their way between her legs, feeling her own dampness.

The food and drinks were long gone. As Cindy concluded her story, both girls were stroking deep inside themselves. Theresa knew very well now where Cindy's hand was too. She openly squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples with her other hand. Cindy pulled her blouse off and mirrored her actions. The two girls looking into each others flushed faces across the table, neither making a move towards the other one as they excited themselves.

When Cindy described how John's orgasm felt inside her a soft cry emerged from Theresa's lips, she leaned back as her body convulsed in orgasm. This triggered Cindy's own orgasm which took her by surprise. Her body jerking in her chair.

The girls were quiet for a time. Each lightly stroking her own body as she cooled down and caught her breath.

Finally Theresa said: "Thank you.. Think I'll take a dip to cool off."

"You're welcome... but don't go in the water. You just ate, remember?" Cindy replied.

"Oh.. yeah. Wups." Theresa said.

"Come here... I'll cool you off." Cindy invited.

Theresa moved to sit in Cindy's lap. She kissed her deeply.

"I don't think cooling me off is what you had in mind." She chuckled, cupping a breast and lightly caressing it.

Cindy's hands lightly stroked over Theresa's soft skin.

"Actually. It was.... but if you'd rather?" Cindy said.

"Well... I wouldn't mind a little taste of desert." Theresa said, sliding down in front of her.

She pulled Cindy's shorts off and moved between her legs.

Cindy closed her eyes and moved her hips forward to meet her friends lips.

John flipped on the monitor to see what the girls were up to. "Damn... at it again." he muttered.

He couldn't help but find what he saw exciting, but he also thought to himself how lucky he was that the girls had each other. There was no way he could have kept up with their sexual appetites by himself.

He watched as Cindy's hips lifted in orgasm and Theresa's mouth followed them... just as he had taught her by doing it to her.

He switched off the monitor and went in search of another cup of coffee.

The girls lay on a double chaise lightly stroking each other. Now they were languid with endorphins. Cindy even more so than Theresa.

"I may be going off to school... but I *never* want to lose this." Theresa said softly.

Cindy kissed her lightly on a nipple. "Shower with me?" she asked.

"Love to. But I don't think I could handle another orgasm for a while." Theresa replied.

Cindy rolled her eyes. "Me neither. I just like to rub bodies with you."

"Mmm... me to." Theresa said, proving it.

Later they all met up in the kitchen. Theresa started preparations for dinner. Cindy jumped in to help her. John sitting back reading some legal papers and making notes on a pad.

"Think you girls could do without me for a while?" he asked.

Both girls looked at him somewhat alarmed.

He smiled at them... and himself over the irony of the question considering what he had seen on the monitor earlier.

"I need to make a trip to meet with my lawyers and sign some papers." he explained, "I think it would be pushing our luck a bit to take you two."

"I know... he's meeting another woman and doesn't want us along." Cindy teased.

"More like I get a break from too much loving." John said, lightly.

"Aww... Have we tuckered you out?" Theresa teased.

"Not yet. But a break to recharge my batteries might be nice." he replied.

"I think we can make do for a while." Cindy said.

Theresa nodded her agreement. "For how long?" She asked.

"Oh... probably just a couple of days, but maybe as long as a week. Depends on how the meetings go." John replied.

"Sure... When you going?" Theresa asked.

"Oh... probably the first of next week." John said.

"When is that? What day is it?" Cindy asked.

"It's Wednesday, three days before your birthday." John chuckled.

"My birthday?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, you know. Happens every year. You'll be seventeen." John chuckled.

"I forgot all about it... You remembered?" Cindy asked, pleased.

"Apparently." Theresa chuckled, "Have to bake you a cake and have a little celebration."

"Just what I had in mind." John said, "I'd like to see you two in some of those fashions you've been working on."

"We've been working on a little something for you along those lines." Cindy said.

"Oh?" John asked, "What?"

"Just a little formal wear." Theresa said.

"I can't wait... I think." John said.

"You'll love it... And I can't wait to see you in it." Cindy said.

"Well, you'll get your wish on Saturday." John promised.

After dinner the girls returned to the lab to work on John's tuxedo. "Have to make him one that he can wear in public." Cindy observed, looking at how clearly the outfit defined his form.

"He could get arrest wearing this." Theresa chuckled, "I like it though."

Cindy chuckled: "Me too... But admit it. We don't want any other women seeing him in it."

"No.. And I know you don't." Theresa chuckled.

"You don't either." Cindy said.

"Your right." Theresa admitted, "Maybe I just want John and you together so that there will be an understanding woman here when I come for my visits."

"You'll always be welcome.... if I have any thing to say about it." Cindy said.

"You will..." Theresa said.

"I hope so." Cindy said.

John was stargazing in the solarium when the women found him. Cindy brought him a cup of coffee.

"Thank you dear. That was very nice of you." John said, sipping at the steaming cup.

Cindy shivered a bit and Theresa handed her an afghan, she pulled it over her shoulders and thanked her. Theresa was already wearing one herself. Even with the clear barrier, it was a bit cooler in the solarium during the night.

It was a splendid winters night. The stars sparkling clear even through the clear roof.

The women reclined, snuggled together in a double chaise while John looked through his telescope. A spacey style of new age music playing on the stereo seemed to fit perfectly with the view.

"I think we're pretty close to one of the meteor showers if I remember correctly." John said.

Just then a colorful streak passed over a portion of the sky bringing credence to John's words.

"Show off!" Cindy giggled.

"I aim to please." John said, nonchalantly. As if he had planned it.

"You do." Cindy said, softly.

Theresa kissed her softly on the cheek and squoze her hand.

John pulled back from his telescope and pulled a chaise over next to them. "Have to get us a triple wide... might have to build one. Never saw one for sale." he said.

"That would be nice." Theresa said.

"Mmmm." Cindy murmured, snuggling to Theresa.

"We could make room." Theresa suggested.

"No... Three's pretty cramped on that thing. We can snuggle in bed soon enough." he replied, sipping at his coffee.

They sat listening to the music and watching the occasional meteor for some time. Finally John stood and extended his hands towards the women.

They rose and one moved to either side of him. They walked together down to the bedroom. By unspoken consent they undressed each other. John's hands each found a breast. The girls hands moved over each other and John's chest. John kissed each of them and then made a pit stop, the girls followed in suit.

Cindy was first back and crawled into his arms on the bed. Theresa crawled up behind her and began to kiss her neck as John found her lips. Cindy lay back in bliss as they each found a nipple with their lips. Eventually they met between her legs. Alternating between kissing each other and mutually pleasing her.

Later Cindy helped John please Theresa.

Finally the two girls descended upon John's pubic area. When he was more than ready Theresa motioned for Cindy to mount him. Theresa moved up to kiss John as Cindy impaled herself upon his hips. John pulled Theresa's hips over his head and he and Cindy sparred tongues around Theresa's tender spots as Cindy rocked on his hips. Later they all snuggled together, caressing each other as they drifted blissfully into sleep.

 Chapter 33

John wore his custom tuxedo to Cindy's birthday party. The women drooling over how it fit him. John doing his own salivating over the outfits the women had picked. They each wore a transparent black body suit with short white skirts and half heels. The heels just high enough to give an extra little sexy lift to their cute bottoms.

John brought out some items of jewelry he had purchased on his last trip to town. One, ostensibly from Theresa, who kissed him in thanks.

Cindy went nuts over the necklace John gave her. And the matching bracelet that 'Theresa' gave her. John brought out one more package.

Cindy stared at it a little bewildered when she opened the package.

"I'll give you a hint. You need help to use it." John chuckled.

Suddenly Cindy's eyes got real big and she blushed. Theresa looked into the package and instantly blushed.

"Just a little something to keep you two occupied while I'm away." John smirked.

"Should prove interesting." Cindy said, a little hoarsely.

"You'll find a different one deeper in the package... based upon me on both ends, but I figured that one based upon you two's actual dimensions would be more satisfying." John said.

"That's why it took me so long to figure out what it was." Cindy said, "How can you tell which side is which?"

"I figured half the fun would be in finding out." John answered.

Cindy and Theresa both blushed, but glanced at each other. John could tell by their eye's that both were eager to try it.

"What's this wire?" Cindy asked, lifting it out of the box.

"Follow it." John said.

She did and at the end of some eight feet of flexible cable a control box pulled out. She flipped the switch marked on/off and suddenly the two foam blobs at the other end of the wire began to writhe and snake around.

"Oh my.." said Theresa, hoarsely. Looking at Cindy and absently licking her lips.

"And the other switch?" Cindy asked flipping it.

A buzzing sound was heard from the base of the two blobs. Upon further inspection Cindy found the base to be a combination of two pieces which were mirror images of her and Theresa's nether regions. With her fingertips she located the positions of the strongest vibrations. "*Oh my*... " She said.

"And the knob?" Theresa asked, gulping.

Cindy turned it and found it varied the speed of the writhing and buzzing. She turned it off and examined the other side of the box. A jack on one end. She raised her eyebrow in question to John.

"Rechargeable batteries." John answered, "I may be gone a whole week".

"And this?" she asked, pointing out a strange connector on the side.

"Oh.. I imagine you two will figure that out while I'm gone." John chuckled.

"Do you *really* expect us to use this?" Cindy asked.

Theresa nodded agreement to the question.

John kind of rolled his eyes.

"Excuse me...I'm John. Have we met?" he said.

"Huh?" Cindy and Theresa said in stereo.

"I'm sorry, I thought I was talking to *my* women. You two must be strangers around here." John said.

Theresa got it first and busted out laughing. Cindy quickly followed suit, John lastly. Their laughter built upon itself and soon all had tears rolling down their cheeks and were holding their sides.

It almost wound down when Theresa managed to gasp out: "So you didn't answer the question."

Then they were all off again. One or the other of them would glance over at the writhing foam projections and they would be off again. This happened most the night from then on.

Cindy finally moved into John's lap and said: "Thank you darling. It's certainly the most *unusual* birthday gift I have ever received."

"You're welcome. I think you'll like it. If you get stumped, I've hidden some instructions somewhere in the lab." he said.

"Instructions? Why hidden?" Cindy asked.

"Oh... I think you'll find your little toy more versatile than you could imagine. Hidden because it's fun. Like I said, in the lab somewhere." he said cryptically.

Actually he said it because he didn't want the two of them digging around the maintenance tunnels in their search. Finding the tapes was the last thing he wanted them to do. He kept the access hatches locked, but that wouldn't deter his little lovelies once they had their mind set on something. He had banks of VCR's that would record their every movement while he was gone, also securely locked up in a maintenance closet where the cables passed through. A big steel door, like only the government would think of, securing it.

"I'll miss you when you're gone." Cindy said, snuggling to him.

"I'll miss you too, kitten. Both of you." John said, honestly.

"Do you realize we haven't been apart for a day for almost a whole year?" Theresa said.

John nodded: "Yeah, I know. I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Maybe it will be good practice for me. For when I go off to school." Theresa said.

Cindy stayed quiet and snuggled to John's shoulder.

"How about that Cake?" Theresa said, jumping to her feet.

"And the champagne in the fridge." John said, unable to get up with Cindy on his lap.

"I know dear... and the good glasses." Theresa called back over her shoulder.

Cindy turned her head up to him and he kissed her deeply.

"Happy birthday." he said, when she pulled back.

Her eyes began to tear up as she said: "Thanks. It's the best one I've had for a long, long time."

Theresa came back carrying a tray. On it was a flaming cake, a bottle of Champagne and three crystal glasses. She set it on the table.

"Come on birthday girl. Time to blow out your candles." She said.

"First a toast!" John said, goading Cindy to her feet with his hands on her bum.

"Better hurry, before this cake melts!" Theresa mused.

She grabbed the Champagne bottle and threw the towel over the top as she had seen John do. Then she untwisted the wire and slowly worked the cork back and forth through the towel until a quiet "phfft" was heard. She pulled off the towel with the cork and poured three glasses.

"Why do you open it that way, why not let the cork fly?" Cindy asked.

John opened his mouth but Theresa held up her hand to stop him.

"Two reasons. One; You loose champagne from the overflow and Two; the sudden change of pressure will change the taste. It actually tastes better if you let the pressure out slow. " Theresa said, "How did I do, teach?"

"A-level." John nodded.

"I know, not as much fun." she said to Cindy, but beaming over John's grade.

She handed them their glasses.

"Your toast?" she asked John.

He raised his glass to Cindy and said: "To our dear friend and lover. Whom I never want to lose."

"Hear hear!" Toasted Theresa, "To our dear friend and lover. Whom *we* never want to lose."

They carefully clinked glasses. The crystal ringing like three bells.

Tears welled up in Cindy's eyes.

John and Theresa joined together in singing happy birthday. The tears started to flow freely from Cindy's eyes.

"Come on, blow them out before it broils the cake!" Theresa demanded.

Cindy choked back her tears and then blew out all the candles in one breath. Her tears dripping on the cake.

As she stood once more, Theresa pulled her into her arms and kissed her warmly. Afterwards it was John's turn.

Theresa started to cut the cake while Cindy and John were preoccupied.

"Spiced rum cake and champagne... Should be interesting." Theresa mused.

"Nothing but the best... for the best." John said, looking Cindy in the eyes.

They ate their cake and finished the bottle off before retiring to the bedroom.

"It's your birthday. You can have him all to yourself. I'll sleep in the guest room." Theresa said.

"No!" Cindy said, "If it's my choice... then I choose *both* of you. I want both of my lovers with me tonight."

"Your wish is my command." Theresa said, smiling.

"Mine as well." John said, "What would you like?"

"Well, for starters... I want you two to undress me..... but keep your own clothes on......" Cindy instructed.

John rebuttoned his tuxedo. Theresa refastened her shorts. They each moved to one side of Theresa.

"Kiss Theresa first. I want to watch." Cindy said.

John pulled Theresa into his arms and his lips slowly descended to touch hers softly. He continued to kiss her ever so softly, sliding his lips over hers, mouth slightly parted. Then he began to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue between her lips and sucking her lower lip between his.

Theresa's breath caught in her lungs as John's tongue played tag with her own. Now kissing her hard and deep. Then soft and light. Finishing off by letting his lips barely touch hers, sliding slowly sideways. Nibbling at the corners of her mouth. Lastly he let his top lip slide gently over hers. The fine hairs on her upper lip merging with his mustache and tickling her.

His hands had slid slowly downwards to cup her ass during the kiss. Now he lifted his head in inquiry to Cindy as Theresa trembled in his arms, supported greatly by his hands cupping her ass cheeks.

Cindy sat back looking at the couple before her.

"You two are gorgeous!" She said, "I've changed my mind. John, undress Theresa first. Then Theresa undress John. But keep kissing and caressing as you do it."

John turned back to the trembling Theresa. He kissed her again, deeply, as his hands moved to find the closure on her skirt.

"Lift it up first. With her back to me." Cindy said.

The couple turned to comply. John slowly lifting the back of her skirt revealing the moon image on one shapely cheek. Realizing what Cindy had in mind, John gently traced the edges of the cheeks with his finger tips. The effect was not lost on either woman. Theresa fairly quivered in his arms.

John turned Theresa around to face Cindy. He ground his hips into her from behind as he played under the front edge of the skirt. Lifting it slowly to reveal the V star burst on the front of the outfit. One hand continued to lift the skirt while the fingers of the other hand softly traced the edges of the outfit. Then holding the skirt up with his wrists, both hands traced the edges and began to play under them. He kissed Theresa softly on her neck.

Theresa's eyes were closed in passion as she leaned back against her man, feeling his fingers explore around the edges of her womanhood. When she opened her eyes they locked on to Cindy's. Who was sitting back against the headboard. Her own fingers tracing the edges of her own outfit under her skirt.

John traced his thumbs up along the edges of the material and one hand continued up over the hip and around behind to work on the closure of Theresa's skirt. He opened it and then he used both hands to slowly lower it over her shapely hips. Turning her in his grasp so that Cindy saw the moon rising above the top of the skirt as it was lowered.

Instead of just releasing the skirt after it passed beneath Theresa's ass cheeks, John bent slowly as he lowered it to the floor. Then his hands traced back up Theresa's shapely legs and over her ass cheeks. Then he turned her once more to face Cindy as he explored the front of her body through the thin fabric. His hands cupping and squeezing her breasts softly, tracing her erect nipples with his fingertips. Then letting his hands explore, he kissed her on the neck. Once again grinding his hips against her backside.

Theresa was fairly dripping by now. Her body trembled at the slightest touch. When her eyes turned to Cindy she found her tracing her own nipples and pubic area with her fingertips. Just then John's fingers found their way under the fabric by her Mons Venus. They slid over the soft blonde curls and inched their way down between her legs. With his other hand and his teeth he found the fasteners along the tops of her shoulders and undid them one by one. Then again using his hand and teeth he began to slowly lower the top of the outfit one inch at a time. His fingers beginning to stroke between her legs in search of her dampness. They found it and a finger worked between her labia and into her as he lowered the outfit over her breasts. Kissing her shoulders and neck. She leaned into his kisses and moaned softly. Her body trembling under his touch.

Cindy watched John's hands tracing over the firm blondes body. Her own fingers tracing her body in unison with his. As such one of her hands was now beneath the fabric between her legs. Stroking herself as the other traced beneath her breasts and over her nipples. Her breath was ragged in her throat. The fingers between her legs, drenched with her desire.

Watching Cindy from the corners of his eyes, John withdrew his fingers from between Theresa's legs and brought them up and first sniffed and then licked them. Cindy did the same. Quivering as she did so.

John used both hands to lower Theresa's top slowly past her nipples and down to her abdomen. Then he turned her once more as he continued to lower the outfit. This time the moon distorted and rumpled as it was replaced with smooth, tan skin. John kissed Theresa deeply, her tongue hungry and searching in his mouth. John continued to turn them as he lowered the outfit beneath her ass cheeks and one hand moved over her now bare breasts.

Keeping wherever he was caressing visible to Cindy. He kissed down over Theresa's neck and over her shoulder then down to her breasts as his hands lowered her outfit. As his lips reached her nipples, they diverted and kissed around the edges of her breasts, circling in until he softly sucked one nipple into his mouth and slid his tongue over the end. Then he circled the other breast and slowly zeroed in on it's target.

Theresa was visibly shaking now. Goose bumps followed John's fingers wherever they touched. She felt him kissing down over her abdomen as he lowered her outfit to the floor. She stepped out of it, her shoes still on. Then John's fingers released the clasps on them and she stepped out of each one in turn. John's lips just kissing to each side of her pubic mound, the tongue dipping softly into the natural valleys to either side. Then she felt his fingers caressing back up her legs and he slowly worked his way back up to her lips with his, not missing any attractions on the way.

Now Theresa stood nude before her friend. When her eyes met Cindy's and saw the hunger there she was suddenly proud of her body. Stretching and touching herself before her friend while John's hands traced her abdomen and he kissed her neck. She turned to him and her fingers sought for the buttons on his tuxedo.

When she had his coat open Cindy managed to croak: "Leave it on.... but open his trousers."

Theresa smiled to her friend, guessing what she had in mind. She kissed John deeply and then sank to her knees. Her fingers finding the zipper and lowering it to release the bulge behind it. Her fingers sought inside the opening and worked his manhood out through the trap door in his satin underwear. It sprung out at full attention and Theresa folded the edges of the zipper away.

Like a magnet to steel her lips were drawn to his throbbing member. She sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Then she did her best to swallow it. Moving deeper on each slow stroke, she continued to swallow it deeper until her lips met the base and her face was against the fabric of his trousers.

John groaned softly. Theresa's mouth around him was warm and slick. The tongue sliding over the end almost sent him over the edge. Then she totally engulfed him. He could feel the tip sliding all the way back and into her throat. It was almost too much. He gently pulled her off of him. Turning an eye to Cindy in question of their next action.

Cindy's body was fairly quaking. She had two fingers deep inside herself. They pushed up hard into her as John caught her eye.

"Lean her over the chair and take her from behind." She gasped out.

John moved to bend Theresa over a chair. There was a problem with height, but he solved that by moving two short foot stools from the closet area to either side. Theresa put a foot up on each one and bent over the back of the chair. John came up behind her and kissed her on the shoulder as he positioned himself against her vulva, working the tip back and forth to gather her ample natural lubrication. Then once positioned he stood up and began to push forward.

Cindy watched in fascination as John's member began to disappear into her friends tight vagina. She heard Theresa's moan of delight and pushed up hard herself with her fingers trying to duplicate what she felt. John continued to push in until he was all the way in seated up firmly against Theresa's cervix. Then he continued to push even longer as her vagina tried to stretch to accommodate him.

Sensing that Cindy couldn't see much John reluctantly began to withdraw. He backed out a scant inch at a time only to push forward again all the way in. Each time withdrawing further only to push forward again. As Theresa stretched out and he became better lubricated he pushed forward faster. Striking her cervix hard. Each time Theresa gasping suddenly. Then without warning her body began to quake and convulse. John had to support her hips with his hands as her knees tried to buckle under her. She cried out as the orgasm took her on John's next stroke. A matching cry was heard from the bed.

John pushed in hard and stayed there as Theresa's vagina alternately gripped at him like a vise and then was suddenly loose around him. He held her firmly by the hips so that her body didn't collapse. The front half of her, however, slumped over the back of the easy chair. Her legs coming up off the stools. John tipped the chair back on two legs until it pivoted easily on them.

Once again he began his strokes inside her. This time using the chair to rock her back against him. His hands on Theresa's hips firmly controlling the whole thing. Once again Theresa cried out as her body shook in orgasm. John continued to pump inside her but pushing in hard each time her body convulsed. After this had happened half a dozen times he heard Cindy.

"Stop." She gasped.

John did. He let the chair rock forward pulling himself out of the tight blonde. He bent over Theresa's quivering, gasping body and lifted her gently into his arms. Her body quaking as he turned towards the bed. Still fully clothed in his tuxedo, his manhood erect and slick with Theresa's juices before him as he cradled the lovely blonde in his arms and kissed her gently. Her body spasmed once more during the kiss. John lay her gently upon the bed and extended a hand towards Cindy.

Cindy had crawled up to where Theresa lay gasping. She kissed her tenderly and then looked up at John, his hand extended to her. His manhood firm before him. Looking like a million bucks in his tuxedo. Trembling she crawled over Theresa and off the bed, taking John's hand and he pulled her into his arms and into a deep passionate kiss.

Now, when she had recovered enough, Theresa got to watch as John slowly repeated the entire process with Cindy. Again the woman on the bed matched the location of John's hands upon her own body. John didn't hurry as he followed his previous actions exactly, only now with Cindy. But Cindy was fully charged up before he touched her. When his fingers slid between her legs, her body convulsed in orgasm. Then at each stage where Theresa was close to the edge, Cindy went over. Each orgasm building upon the intensity of the last. Even so John didn't hurry at all. His manhood still hard before him.

When Cindy was finally nude she fairly attacked him. Sucking his member into her lips, tasting her friends juices upon it. Her body convulsing in orgasm as she fought to swallow it all. Her fingers now playing freely between her legs and over her breasts. Pinching the nipples hard. Then John was guiding her to the chair back. Lifting her hips from the ground as she fought to find the stools with each foot. Her breath ragged in her throat as she bent over the easy chair. She felt John position himself at the opening.

Suddenly, John thrust in hard all the way to the bottom, striking her cervix hard. She cried out as her body began to convulse in a massive orgasm. John just pushing in hard, holding her hips back against himself. Her knees buckled and she slumped over the back of the chair, which John tipped back once again to keep himself wedged firmly up against her cervix. Holding himself there as wave after wave of orgasm took her mercilessly. The instant they began to let up John would pull back a short ways and then slam forward again, triggering another wave.

Cindy was like a wild animal now. Crying out and moaning almost constantly. Each intake of breath a gasping wheeze. Tears rolled out of her eyes and down her cheeks. John continued his merciless pumping inside her. Only now beginning to pick up speed.

Theresa recovered enough that she made it to her feet. She came up behind John and began to peel his coat off. He looked back gratefully at her as the sweat dribbled down his forehead and across his cheek.

He leaned his head back and Theresa kissed him deeply, holding one side of the chair so that he could slip his arm out of the coat. She moved to the other side and repeated the procedure, draping the coat over another chair.

Theresa's hands moved around him releasing catches on his cumber bun and buttons on his shirt. She kissed at the perspiration on his neck as she peeled the damp shirt off his shoulders. The repeated the procedure with the chair on each side as John continued his strokes inside Cindy.

Finally Theresa found and released the closure on John's waistband and began to work the tight trousers down over his hips and down his ass. Literally peeling them down his thighs as the fit was so snug. She unfastened his shoes and pulled them off one foot at a time. Then lifted each leg as she guided the tight trousers over his feet. When she was finished he wore only his socks.

Cindy was beyond knowing. Her very presence filled with the action of John's penis inside her. He had backed off from slamming into her cervix almost the exact time that her body had been upon the verge of nausea.

Now his strokes were long and slow. He rotated his hips as he cork-screwed inwards. Rubbing up against her clitoris as he ground his hips into her. His hands drawing random patterns upon her back and sides or reaching around to cup her breasts. Her body convulsing almost at random.

The number of orgasms she had experienced seemed in her mind to almost equal the number of his strokes. In fact it was dozens while his strokes were now in the hundreds. Suddenly he struck home again and as the wave engulfed her once more, she was suddenly gone.

Cindy felt herself being lifted. She felt light as a feather as his arms.... now bare.... engulfed her and lifted her against his now bare chest. He carried her to the bed and kissed her deeply before he gently set her down upon it.

Another set of lips found Cindy's from the side as she felt her legs spread once more. Then she felt John pushing into her once more. Feeling like it was her very first time, this time the very special way she had imagined it as a pubescent girl. This time not associated with the bad memories of her actual first time. To her, this moment would always be her real first time.

He pushed in slowly, filling her up. Her body gripping at it, wanting it, needing it. He pushed in slowly until it softly seated against her cervix. Then a little harder. Her legs wrapped around behind him and she held him there as her body was engulfed by the gentlest wave of orgasm that she had ever known.

Ripples of goose bumps cascading around her body. She felt gentle fingertips all over her. Lips on either side of her mouth nibbling at the corners of it. Tongues sliding over her lips and across each other on top of her lips. Then searching inwards from each corner, meeting against hers and the three of them swirling together softly. She felt bathed in pure love. She held on with all her might, never wanting the moment to end.

It didn't end. It got better. John began to move slowly once more inside her. This time the strokes were slow and penetrating. Her legs still locked behind him pulled inwards with all her draining strength each time he came to rest against her cervix. It felt like he would force through it into her uterus.

The strokes became longer, but just as slow and gentle. Now feeling him almost leave her only to push inwards slowly once more. Each stroke feeling like her mythical first time. Each stroke accompanied by a gentle wave of contraction and goose bumps on her body. Then only one set of lips were kissing her deeply. The strokes picked up a bit in speed. Her hips moving in perfect unison with her mans. His hips rotating to increase his contact with her clitoris.

Then the lips upon hers kissed her one last passionate kiss and began to descend down her neck. They finally came to rest upon her nipples. A tongue softly swirling around one end only to trace a path towards the other one. A hand slid down over her abdomen and fingers bracketed her clitoris. Instead of rubbing it directly, it pushed it down so that it made almost constant contact with John's large member, stroking deep inside her.

John picked up speed even more. Now beginning to strike bottom on every third stroke. A wave of orgasm taking Cindy with each collision. Her breath now a gasping wheeze. Every nerve in her body fully awake and alive. One by one lighting on fire as she was consumed by the burning member inside her. Her orgasms began to strike at random. Now half centered on her clitoris and half within her vagina.

Somehow her legs had gotten lifted almost back to her shoulders. The strokes were now fast and deep. The orgasms began to merge one within the other until her whole body felt like it was contracted. Then suddenly a finger tip touched her anus and pushed inwards. It seemed to coordinate her body contractions. She felt a tingling in her toes and at the top of her head. It spread through her legs and down her body it was matched by a distant groan escaping her mans lips.

Suddenly he was slamming into her once again. Each stroke striking her cervix hard. The finger at her anus pushed in and twisted. He body now consumed in a pillar of fire centered within her vagina.

As the last strokes slammed home within her the tingling feeling traveling over her legs and down her body met inside exactly where the pillar of fire was slamming into her. Her whole body became one massive contraction that forced every bit of air out of her lungs in an animalistic scream. That moment she felt liquid fire burst inside her as John suddenly collapsed upon her and the finger was yanked from her behind. A distant cry was heard from the side. The last warm wave of love engulfed her like white cotton candy and Cindy was gone.

Later, from a great distance John heard: "I think you killed her, boss."

He lifted his head up and Theresa kissed him gently. He realized he was still on top of Cindy... still within her for that matter. He rolled off towards the voice and Theresa snuggled to him. Cindy hardly moved, but a shiver ran through her body.

"Nope... she's alive! Big surprise to me." Theresa chuckled, "I swore she was a goner."

John reached down and pulled the cover over the three of them. This time Cindy snuggled slightly to his side.

"How are *you* doing? Can I find your heart medicine?" Theresa chuckled.

"I'm..... doing .... great." John managed. He reached out and pulled Theresa up next to him and kissed her softly, but deeply.

Theresa trembled in his arms.

When he finally pulled back she said: "You are the most incredible man I have ever met..... and I love you dearly."

Tears made their way into her eyes and began to slide down her cheek. He kissed at them softly.

"Why the tears, love?" he asked gently.

"I... just love you so much.... and why did you have to get that *damn* vasectomy!" she sobbed.

"Because if I hadn't I have no doubt that by now I would be a father again, twice. Or at the very least have two *very* pregnant teenage girls on my hands." he answered, just as gently.

"I...know." Theresa sobbed, "But you've left me no choice but to leave you to have children. And I don't want to! I want to stay here with you and Cindy, loving each of you to death for the rest of my life. Raising a family with both of you."

John held her as she sobbed against him. Caressing her softly.

"Theresa, my dear love. I am almost twenty-eight years older than you. By the time any child we had was your age, I would be sixty. Now that just isn't fair to the child. And as much as I love you and would love to live my life with you, I don't want to see you live your life in a hole in the ground in the middle of nowhere. If I didn't love you maybe I could do it. But I do love you.... so I can't." John said.

"But what about what *we* want? Cindy and I? We both want *you*! Her even more so, but only because she doesn't feel the same need I do to have children. And as far as living in a hole in the ground, this is the most luxurious hole on the planet. And besides that you've got enough money that we could live damn near anyplace we wanted to." she sobbed.

"I guess that's true enough. And I'm really torn about letting even Cindy stay. God Theresa I'd love to live my life out with you both here. But it's really not fair to you.

Do you have any idea how much you two have *lost* by staying here? Do you know how much differently you two act than other *kids* your own age? You're wasting your youth on an old man. You only get to be young once. And you and Cindy hardly get to do any of the things that others your age are doing.

You're both old enough to drive, but you can't because you're here with me. You can't go hang out with your friends in the mall. You can't go biking in the mountains or learn to ski or even take up skydiving. You're stuck here with a stodgy old man who's looking for vitamins strong enough to let him keep up with all that natural energy you have. That both of you have. I just don't have that energy any more.

It's not my physical shape. I'm in great shape, maybe the best shape since I was in my early twenties because I exercise daily. It's *age*. No matter how good of shape I keep myself in, I will never be able to keep up with even one of you."

And as far as living anywhere I want to... Well right now this is where I *want* to live. I've had enough of cities and the world outside. I don't want to spoil that world for you and Cindy. I don't want you to waste your lives on me." he concluded.

"That would be our choice. And it's our right to make it." a voice said from his other side.

He turned towards Cindy and she pulled him into a passionate kiss. She wouldn't let him pull back until *she* was finished.

"Okay, you listen to me, *old* man. Perhaps we *are* wasting our youth on you. Personally I don't think so. This is the happiest *I* have *ever* been in my *entire life*!. I know Theresa feels exactly the same way. Her life was no bed of roses before she came here either. But putting all that aside. If we want to waste our lives on you. Then that's *our* business. It's *our* choice to make. And I can say, speaking for me at least that you're going to have to bodily throw me out if you don't want me here. I love you with all my heart. And you had better get used to that, cause you're stuck with me. Oh, I intend to go to college like you want me to. But I'll be back. And you can't build this place strong enough to keep me out of your life!" Cindy concluded.

"Hear Hear!" Said Theresa from the other side, "That goes for me too!".

"But.. " John began.

"SHUT UP!" said Cindy, "Jesus. You just gave me the most incredible experience of entire my life and now when you could be pleasantly snuggled to two beautiful young women who adore you thoroughly, instead you're arguing about being too *old*. God, maybe we *are* wasting our time on you!

"Now I want to be softly caressed and kissed while I fall back to sleep in your arms, then if you have any energy left I think you should make tender love to that gorgeous creature on your other side. But either way I don't want to hear another word out of you tonight unless it's 'I love you!' Got it?"

John could only nod.

"Good. Now get on with the caressing part, right after you kiss me like there was no tomorrow." Cindy concluded.

He did his best. Even the part about making love to Theresa. Nobody was disappointed.

Chapter 34

Cindy awoke in the morning feeling like she never had in her life. She was snuggled to the side of her man. Her woman's arm draped over her shoulder. Her body tingled with love rushes. And she remembered her words from the previous night. She had told John that she wasn't leaving. She had laid out the plan for her life. She would go away to college. She would be in business with Theresa. She would live with John until the day he died. Which she supposed was at least a good thirty years from now.

All of which suited her perfectly fine. It would suit her equally fine if Theresa stayed as well. But she knew she wouldn't. She would miss her dearly... No matter how much she got to see of her. She just wouldn't always be there to hug whenever she wanted to. Her fingers traced lovingly over Theresa's arm. Theresa's fingertips hugged her back as she stirred slowly awake.

"Good morning...lover." Cindy whispered.

She kissed softly at Theresa's hand before she slid quietly out of bed and into the bathroom. She was just finishing up when Theresa entered. She hugged her quickly but firmly before plunking down herself.

Cindy moved off to brush her teeth. Theresa moved to her side and joined her. Cindy finished up and started away but Theresa grabbed her hand and held her there. After she rinsed she turned to Cindy and pulled her into her arms. Just hugging her for a long time. Then she kissed her.

"And good morning to you too. Lover." Theresa said at last, "Just wanted to let you know how I felt about you. And to thank you."

"What for?" Cindy asked.

"Oh, I was losing the argument with John last night when you jumped in with both feet and trounced him. I want you to know I'm behind you one-hundred percent." Theresa said.

"I don't know... I may have over stepped myself." Cindy said.

"I don't think so. He did what you told him. That's more than I've been able to get him to do in a year. Fact is I don't think he wanted to win. He loves you too much." Theresa said.

"Did you mean what you said, about you not wanting to leave either?" Cindy asked.

"Of course I don't. I never have from the first time I ever got John to make real love to me. I don't ever want either you or John not to be a part of my life. I guess I'll have you longer than we'll have him. But that's a long ways away. I can't say that I won't go out and get married to someone else though. I really want to raise a family. But even so I won't ever get too far away from either of you." Theresa concluded.

"Kind of what I figured.... God I love you!" Cindy said, pulling Theresa back into a great hug.

"I love you too." Said Theresa.

Their mouths found each others again. Cindy cupped Theresa's ass a bit before patting it.

"I'm gonna go cook breakfast. Why don't you go snuggle to *our* old man. See if you can keep him out of the kitchen for a while." Cindy said.

Theresa smiled at her. "You're the best!" She said, tweaking Cindy's ass before they parted.

Cindy stole out of the bedroom nude. Theresa gently sliding back in bed with John. Cindy made her way to the guest room and showered then found her favorite body suit and some hot pink spandex shorts. She felt very sexy. She looked the part.

It was well over an hour later when Theresa and John entered the kitchen. Awaiting them were hot Monte Cristo sandwiches and Champagne orange juice. John came up behind Cindy and she turned in his arms. He kissed her tenderly, Cindy didn't doubt he meant it. She hugged him a bit and then turned back to her clean-up.

"You look mighty sexy today." John said, pouring a cup of coffee.

"Thank you, I feel mighty sexy today." Cindy dimpled.

"You both look sexy *everyday*." Theresa mused.

"As do you, darling." Cindy said.

"Seconded." John said.

Not a word about the previous evening was spoken.

Over breakfast John went over his travel plans with the two of them. The snow was too deep and John didn't want to be bothered with the drive all the way to the airport, so a helicopter would pick him up early the next morning on top of the silo. Should the women have an emergency, they were to call this number and give them this authorization code and a helicopter would be dispatched for them. But not to be used except for an emergency. The women nodded.

He was flying into San Francisco and would be staying at this number. Yes, he would bring them back some sour- dough bread and some crabs. He would call them nightly to check in. He was going to meet with this firm, but would have his cellular phone with him anyway. The women seemed a bit exasperated over his worry, but kept quiet about it.

"We'll be fine." Cindy reassured him, "You just have a good time and see the sights."

"Won't have much time for that, I'm afraid." John said.

"Then make time. You're a rich man, remember. You go ahead and take the whole week, even if you get done with your business before then. We want you to realize just how much you miss us by the time you get back!" Theresa said.

Cindy nodded.

"Well... I don't know." John began.

"We do. If we see you back sooner than a week from tomorrow, we may just lock you out." Cindy chuckled.

"I knew there was a reason I liked living single." John muttered.

"Not too many or as good as you've got now. So go have a good time so we can welcome you home properly." Theresa said.

"Okay.... I'll try." John said.

That night, by mutual agreement between the women, they just snuggled when they went to bed. John was all packed and slipped quickly off to sleep. Cindy slipped around him and Theresa moved into her arms. Sometime later they too slipped into sleep.

John awoke to his alarm and quickly shut it off. The two women were snuggled together and barely stirred. He quickly showered and dressed. Kissing them each lightly on the forehead. He looked down at them longingly for a long time before heading in search of coffee.

The coffee was ready, having started to drip just after his alarm went off. He sipped at it and toasted a pre- sliced bagel from the freezer. He double checked his brief case contained all it should and then some. Finished up his coffee and set the cup in the sink. He turned and Cindy was in the doorway, clad only in a terry robe. She quickly moved into his arms and gave him a giant hug. Then she kissed him like she would never see him again.

"Now you come back safe... but not for a whole week.... I love you." She said.

"I love you too." He said.

He almost made it to the door before Theresa waylaid him as well. By the time she turned him loose a beating noise could be heard above the silo.

John rushed to put on his coat. The women helping him. Handing him his bags and the brief case he had left in the kitchen. Cindy tucked his Cell phone into his parka pocket, zipped it up and they herded him up the steps, each giving him another quick deep kiss. He stepped out just as the helicopter set down. He stashed his bags in the baggage storage and climbed in the passengers side. Strapped in and put on his headset.

"Good Morning Mr. Steven's." The Pilot greeted.

"Good Morning... How we doing for time?" John asked.

"Right on schedule." The pilot replied, lifting off.

John was afraid the two girls would come out and wave, but they didn't. They didn't stick their heads out till the helicopter was headed off into the distance. They watched it for a while and then ducked back in.

"Breakfast or loving first?" Theresa asked.

"Breakfast... and then loving." Cindy replied, sliding her hand down the back of Theresa's robe and then up over her backside.

They sat about in the kitchen, their robes unfastened, drinking coffee. Theresa toasted a bagel and they split it while the next one was toasting.

She glanced over at Cindy. Her firm breasts hanging out of her robe. She moved to her and ran her fingertips lightly over them.

"Want to try out your birthday present?" Theresa asked, alluringly.

"To hell with the bagels" Cindy replied, reaching into Theresa's robe.

Theresa giggled and pulled away. "Oh no... you said food *first*. Now we've got a whole week to play. There's no hurry."

"Jilted for a bagel." Cindy muttered, admiring Theresa's form. But she was right. They had a whole week.

"So which side do you think is which?" Theresa asked, when they had returned to the bedroom.

"Well... I think this side is me... so I think we should try it the other way first." Cindy giggled.

"Suits me fine. How do we go about this?" Theresa said, her eyes alive with anticipation.

"Well, I think some lubrication is in order. With maybe a lick or two first to get our natural juices flowing." Cindy replied.

"Mine already are, but it sounds like a good plan to me. Kiss me first." Theresa said, pulling her friend down onto the bed.

They kissed passionately. Feeling each others bodies with their hands. Then by unspoken agreement they reversed positions.

Each was hot to get to the double headed monster that John had left them. As they delved their tongues it wasn't long before they shared their first orgasm. Then Cindy pulled out a tube of lubricant jelly. She smeared a dollop on her finger and worked it into her friend. Theresa following suit. Then Cindy applied some to the monster and coated it generously. She had Theresa lay back and lift her legs while she got it started.

"Oh God, it feels huge!" Theresa gasped.

"Oh thanks. I think that's my side." Cindy giggled.

But when she moved over Theresa and began to work her end in, her response was much the same. It took a while to work the monster all the way into each of them. Then Cindy reached for the controls.

She kissed Theresa deeply as she flicked the switch on the lowest settings.

"Oh My... " Theresa gasped.

"My words exactly.... Gosh that feels good." Cindy replied.

Theresa's hands moved over Cindy's breasts as she turned up the speed.

Theresa giggled. Cindy moaned. Then Cindy flipped the vibration on. She gasped and fell flat against Theresa as they both started writhing together in bliss. Their second orgasm followed shortly thereafter. They hardly wanted to take the time to try it the other way. But when they did, they were glad for it.

As good as it had felt on the wrong side, this side was definitely the right side, in every way imaginable. The foam blobs fit their insides like an inverse glove. Even the base seemed to fit their pubic structure down to the hair. They lay exactly as close as their hips could get. When it was turned on again it seemed to make a beeline for each girls G-spot. The vibration mode felt ten times more powerful. In mere seconds they experienced their third orgasm and they didn't even think of turning it off till dozens more had passed.

They rolled around and kissed passionately, almost in a constant state of orgasm. But no matter how they rolled, the monster fit them perfectly. Only when they were laying on damp, sweaty sheets and their hair was plastered to their temples did Theresa beg: "No more. Please. I can't take any more."

Cindy switched it off. They lay together panting, just holding on to one another for a long time while they caught their breath. Some minutes later they were asleep, still hooked together.

Theresa awoke with an incredible feeling of having the largest erection she had ever seen inside her. Then she remembered the monster and reached down to slowly extract it. She winced a bit as it pulled out.

Cindy lay blissfully in sleep. A very odd sight protruding from her pubic area. Just for fun Theresa grabbed the control and turned it full on.

Cindy sat up with a gasping moan. Her eyes wide in search of the control. Theresa giggled and flicked it off.

"That wasn't nice... It was incredible , but not very nice." Cindy said.

"I think I have it figured out. John intended for us to kill ourselves with this thing while he was gone." Theresa chuckled.

"It might damn near do it." Cindy gasped, pulling the monster from between her thighs. She winced as Theresa had.

"What the hell kind of instructions could you need." Theresa asked. Looking closely at the monster.

"I don't know, but I do know John. I think we'd better find them." Cindy said.

"Maybe after a swim?" Theresa asked. She lifted the trap door and dropped out of sight. A splash was heard and instant later.

Cindy followed her shortly thereafter, looking first to see that she didn't land on Theresa or any floating chairs.

The water revived them and the girls were back at each other like they had been the first night Cindy arrived. Some time later they reclined on a double chaise.

"Theresa?"

"Yes love." she replied.

"Do you think that we love too much?" Cindy asked.

"No... I don't think so. Do you?" Theresa replied.

"No... I could make love to you a dozen times a day and still not think it was too much." Cindy said, tracing her fingers down Theresa's thigh.

"Well... as long as it wasn't that much *everyday*... that would be fine by me." Theresa giggled.

"So let's go find those instructions." Cindy chuckled.

Theresa giggled and pulled Cindy into a deep kiss before they headed for the lab. They grabbed terry robes and terry top sandals on the way to keep the chill off.

Several hours later Cindy said: "Well we've searched everywhere. They just aren't here. We even searched both computers."

Theresa lay back in a chair looking over at the row of mannequins.

"Not everywhere." she smirked.

Cindy followed her eyes and enlightenment seemed to take her. They both started towards the mannequins.

"I think I found something." Theresa said, gazing between the legs of the younger Cindy.

A small string hung between the legs.

Cindy came over and looked closely herself.

"Must be them, unless this mannequins on the rag." Theresa chuckled.

She grasped the string and gently tugged on it. Slowly a large roll of paper inside a condom pulled out.

"Trust John to hide them there." Cindy chuckled, cutting it open with a razor knife.

"Knowing him, we should have gone straight to them. What do they say?" Theresa asked.

Cindy was reading raptly and glancing over a diagram. "Oh.. My.. God.." she muttered.

"What?" Theresa asked.

"I think he *is* trying to kill us! Here, read for yourself." Cindy said.

Theresa scanned the page. "Oh my, we're in serious trouble here." was all she said.

"We don't *have* to try it." Cindy said.

"Yeah, right." Theresa mocked, sarcastically.

They both busted out laughing. They headed arm in arm back to the bedroom.

Less than an hour later they both lay together, satiated, exhausted and blissfully happy.

"God, I hope he never perfects the computer interface he talked about." Theresa said.

"Mmmm." Cindy murmured. She stretched like a cat, amazed she had that much energy. She looked over at the now four headed beast sitting on the end table and shuddered.

"I hope he's patenting that too. While he's at it." she mused.

"Yeah, who would have thought about slaving two active double dildos to one controller." Theresa said.

"That's our John." Cindy said. Beaming.

"Food! I must have food to continue this debauchery." Theresa moaned.

"Your turn... I'll help. Just as soon as I get up the energy to move." Cindy said.

"God, I was hoping you had more than me... maybe food can wait till after our nap." Theresa said.

Cindy rolled onto her feet. Glancing at the "hydra" beside her, she shivered involuntarily. She stood on shaky legs, then reached back to help Theresa up.

"Come on darling. I'll help. But I'm ravished... I mean famished myself. Then we're going to make an equivalent device for our darling John." Cindy teased.

Revenge! This was all the impetus Theresa needed and she crawled to the edge of the bed.

"Asshole even included cleaning instructions." Theresa said, grabbing the *hydra* and heading for the bath.

Sometime later they felt much better. They munched on some cookies for desert as they sat at the terminal and made their plans.

"We can even try it out on his mannequin." Theresa chuckled.

"No we can't. He never subjected himself to that damn hot rear probing." Cindy said.

"So we make another one and substitute in one of ours. We can do that can't we?" Theresa suggested.

"We most certainly can, and will." Cindy agreed, turning to the computer.About the time the young women began their quest for the hidden instructions, John's plan was making his approach to SFO. He wondered idly if they had found them yet. He knew his little lovelies even better than they suspected. He had been observing them for almost a year every time they snuck off together for a little tryst. He knew damn well they would be searching for them.

John sighed to himself as the wheels touched down. Perhaps the toy hadn't been a good idea. It could backfire on him if they took too much liking to it. He pushed his fears away as he shifted his thoughts to his business.

"This is tougher than I thought it would be." Cindy muttered.

"Makes you realize what John must have gone through when he designed yours." Theresa said.

"There's no denying, he's a good engineer. God, just getting the spacing right between us and the angle of the heads correct. The hours he must have put in on this.... certainly makes me appreciate his quirky little gift more... I mean, the amount of time he spent to *please* me!" Cindy said.

"Methinks the guy likes you." Theresa said.

"I guess.... Maybe this is just his way of showing it." Cindy said.

"He sticks to what he knows. Engineering is his strong point. Personal relationships isn't. Didn't you ever wonder why he wanted to live out here?" Theresa said.

"To get away from cities.... and people... I guess you're right... but I do love the man." Cindy said.

"So do I." Theresa said, "... and you."

Cindy turned from the computer.

"This will take a while, but we've got a whole week. I think we can take a .... stress break." Cindy said, pulling Theresa into her lap.

"I love you too, darling. Uh... natural or do you want to play with my toy some more." Cindy asked, sliding her hand into Theresa's robe.

"Uh...natural...please... . I don't think I'm up to your toy... at least not more than once ... or twice a day." Theresa giggled.

"Suits me." Cindy said, pulling her into a deep kiss.

An hour later they lay -once again- on sheets damp with perspiration. They softly teased each other with their fingertips. Then the phone rang.

Cindy picked it up.

"Uh..." she said.

"Hi Cutie. See you found my instructions." John said.

"Uh..."

Theresa grabbed the phone, pinching Cindy on the butt. She yelped.

"John?" Theresa asked.

"Well, howdy love. What's wrong with Cindy?" John chuckled.

"As if *you* didn't know!" Theresa said.

"Yeah.... How do you like Cindy's little toy now?" John asked.

"You *know*, we are going to get even." Theresa threatened.

"Something to look forward to then. Just wanted to call and check in. And to tell you both how much I love you. God, I miss you already." John said.

"We love and miss you too... But you *promised* a whole week!" Theresa answered.

"May take that long, the way it went today." John said, dejected.

"Well, at least you'll have the weekend. Not even lawyers work then." Theresa said.

"Yes, dear. You'll get your week. Just save some for me." John said.

"I will, here's Cindy... I think she can talk now. Love ya. Bye." Theresa said.

She handed the phone to Cindy who said: "Uh...."

"God, hope you didn't break that wonderful tongue.... Tell you what; I'll talk, you listen. Okay?"

"Uh....nut mine. Swas thwissa's tong whut dude it." Cindy slurred.

"Glad to hear you're keeping up your exercises.... Listen love. As I told Theresa, I'll probably be at it the whole week. Lawyers are such dweebs. Anyway. I'll call you tomorrow night.... I love you. Wish I was there snuggled in between you."

"Wuve ewe to. Bye." Cindy managed.

"Sweet dreams. Bye." John said, and the line went dead.

Over the next few days the young women were like a couple of kids let loose in a candy store.

Previous to this they had never had the freedom to fully pursue their desires. They had started their relationship in secret, stealing minutes from their abused lives to comfort each other. Then Theresa had disappeared. A few months later she had called Cindy, who's home life had deteriorated and basically turned to shit.

When Theresa had finally given her the means of escaping, she took it. Then there was John and his relationship with Theresa to consider. As much freedom and understanding as John had given them, he was still around.

As deep as their relationship with John had become, he was still a form of supervision.

Now they had *total* freedom, to do as they pleased. And *please* each other was what they did. And lots of it.

Whichever one awoke first, would attack the other one. They showered together, making love in the shower, then back to bed to make love again. Then breakfast, followed by making love. Then a nap, followed by making love. Then lunch followed by making love. Then work on their project... followed by making love.

In between they ran around totally nude except for the terry topped slippers which kept their feet warm. (Cindy even *dared* fool with the environmental controls and bumped it up a few degrees.) Grabbing each others butts or breasts as the whim struck them. Their lips becoming coarse from all the kissing they did.

They made love on the kitchen table, in the lab, the Com room, the gym, the pool, by the pool, the library, the solarium, the bathroom, the hot tub, on the floor, in the hall, against doorways and even in the bedroom. Mostly in the bedroom.

In short; They were like a couple of newly weds on their honeymoon.

Each night John would call to check on them. Sometimes they would continue to stroke one another while they talked to him. Once Theresa barely managed to suppress her groan, handing the phone to Cindy who was licking at her vulva.

He'd chuckle and tell them that he loved them. Yes, he was having an okay time, but the lawyers were sort of idiots. The only reason he didn't pick another firm was that he didn't want to go through all this bullshit a second time.

He would be through on Thursday or Friday, but yes he would stay till Monday morning. His flight out was already booked. They sent him their love, and then would be back to making more.

Theresa walked into the bedroom on Wednesday and went: "Whew! It smells like pussy in here. We'd better change the bedding."

Which became an event in itself, having fresh clean sheets to make love on. There wasn't a spot on either ones body that the other didn't know intimately and multiple times.

They did each others hair, tried on fashions, made new fashions. Tore fashions off each other, tied each other up and basically tortured each other with sex.

They spent the last few days (between making love) cleaning the silo from top to bottom. They did a mountain of laundry and basically tidied up.

On Saturday night, right after John's call and between love sessions, Cindy was passing a maintenance room when something inside made a familiar sound.

She looked at the door curious for a second, then shrugged and passed by, but it nagged at her.

Later on her subconscious identified the sound when Theresa put a tape into the VCR.

Suddenly Cindy's eyes got real big and she stifled a gasp.

She thought some more about it and then went to check on something in the workshop.

There she found cases of VHS tapes. She looked about as if seeking something. Scanning an open box. It was half empty. Another empty box stood near by. She looked in some drawers as a cover and then left the workshop.

She returned to the Com room. Theresa tracing her fingers over her thighs as she passed by. She was about to say something to Theresa when she suddenly stopped herself.

She sort of looked around, but of course couldn't see anything. She just sat there and thought about things for a while. Letting the idea sink in and deciding what, if anything she wanted to do about it.

After a time she said: "Get dressed Theresa. Lets go look at the stars."

"No need to do that, we can see them from the solarium." Theresa commented.

"No... I want to look at them from the outside." Cindy said.

"It's colder than shit out there. Remember *winter* and *nighttime*?" Theresa said.

"Please do as I say... for me?" Cindy asked.

Theresa looked at her friend for a moment trying to figure out just what she had in mind. Finally she shrugged and they went down to get dressed in warm clothing.

Cindy was strangely silent and kept looking around. Once clothed Cindy led Theresa up to the entry.

She climbed into her snowmobile suit and boots. Theresa shrugged and did the same. Suited up Cindy climbed the stairs to the hatch. Theresa following her.

Outside it was bitter cold. The a steady wind driving the wind chill factor much lower.

"I told you it was colder than shit out here!" Theresa bitched.

Cindy led her to one of the outbuildings and led Theresa in.

"Listen, sweets. I'll make love to you just about anyplace and anytime, but this is ridiculous." Theresa said.

Cindy turned on the light and faced her friend.

"Theresa, I brought you up here to talk to you privately." Cindy said, seriously.

"Huh? With John gone, just how private do you need?" Theresa asked, puzzled.

"I'm talking about privacy *from* John." Cindy said, quietly.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Theresa asked.

"Theresa... I think John has the silo under video surveillance. He's been spying on us." Cindy said, tears welling up into her eyes.

"Spying on us? What the hell for? He could watch us any time he wanted to, and did lots of times. What on earth would he want to spy on us for?" Theresa asked.

"I don't know. I just know that he's using one hell of a lot of video tape and we don't have anywhere near that many movies recorded." Cindy answered.

"Is that all? Maybe there's some other explanation for it." Theresa suggested.

"What? But no, that's not all. I was passing by a maintenance closet when we were cleaning up. I heard a familiar sound, but couldn't identify it right away.

It sort of bugged me, but not enough to even try to open the closet.

It didn't occur to me till later -when you put the tape in the VCR- what the sound was. *That* was the sound I heard when I passed the closet. The sound of a VCR ejecting a tape and the sound of another VCR starting up. The sound is unmistakable. That's what I heard, no doubt in my mind." Cindy said.

"But couldn't there be another explanation for it?" Theresa asked.

"What?" Cindy asked.

Theresa thought about it a while. Finally she shook her head.

"I don't know. But *why*?" she asked, again.

"I don't know...... I'm not even sure how I feel about it if it's true.

Like you said, I'd gladly let John watch...or participate anytime he wanted. I'd even let him tape us if he wanted. But to tape us in secret, without our permission. God, I don't know. I just feel.... so *violated*." Cindy sobbed.

"So why out here? " Theresa asked.

"Huh? Oh... I thought about John buying the silo from the government.

Remember when the guy from the BLM showed up last summer. John activated the road sensors. He knew all about them. He also said that the government was a whole lot more paranoid than anybody else.

Now if they have sensors buried under thirty males of road, doesn't it make sense that there are sensors of some sort in the silo itself. John didn't install them, he found them when he bought the place. He just started to use them.... to spy on us." Cindy said.

"But that doesn't explain why we're out here. And what kind of sensors would they put in the silo? " Theresa asked.

"Out here, because John built this. The government didn't. It's probably not bugged.

As to what kind of sensors.... Well, the sensors in the road detect vehicles. They detect metal, cause that's what vehicles are made of. But sensors in the silo would be made to watch people. And the best way to watch people... is by video... and sound.

So I figure John moved into the silo and started tracing wiring that already existed. He traced some of it back to TV camera's and microphones buried in the walls.

I don't have any idea why he started using them on us. Maybe being a voyeur turns him on. I don't mind that, really. *Sometimes* it's exciting to *be* watched. He's welcome to watch me take a shit, if he wants. Has actually, at least been in the room when I did....

But I still don't like the idea of being spied upon. And anyway I add it up that's what it amounts to." Cindy said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"You're right. It does look that way." said Theresa, "Come to think of it John has had lots of video equipment that sort of disappeared. The monitor next to his computer in the Com room and all that electronic stuff he used to have wired in there.

He moved it all somewhere just about a month ago. And all that stuff he bought whenever we went to town, where's that now?" she asked, tears in her own eyes.

"I don't know, probably in that closet. I didn't see it anywhere while we were cleaning up." Cindy said.

"I didn't either.. So... What do we do?" Theresa cried.

"I don't know... I don't want to lose John over it. Or you." Cindy said, hugging her friend.

They hugged for a long time.

"So how can we find out if that's really what he's doing? Open the closet?" Theresa asked.

"No.... I don't want to do that yet.

It wouldn't be practical to record everything that went on in every room, all the time. And John is usually *very* practical. That means he's probably got some way of tracking us....... That would explain some of the software routines I saw in the scanning room computer.

Anyway, a computer probably runs the system and just switches to whichever camera has movement on it. Not *that* hard to do. (I don't *think*.)

That sort of system would just track us and record us trying to open the closet. John would know that we were on to him. I'm not ready to do that yet....

I guess we could scrub walls, and look for lenses while were scrubbing...

We'd have to have a reason.... Have we got any canned spaghetti?" Cindy asked.

"Uh.. yeah. Will *Spaghetti-O's* do?" Theresa said.

"Yup, perfect. Okay, here's what well do..." Cindy began.

About twenty minutes later a cold, pissed off and determined pair of young ladies descended back into the silo.

They stripped off their snowmobile suits and headed for the kitchen and made hot chocolate.

Theresa rummaged around in the pantry. She came out with a can of *Spaghetti-O's* and looked at the label. She shrugged and took out a pan and filled it with water. She put the *unopened* can into the water and put it on the stove.

They took their hot chocolate and headed for the Com room.

They sat back watching a movie. Theresa snuggled back against Cindy as usual. Cindy kissed her softly on the cheek from time to time.

Suddenly there was a loud "BOOM" and the women startled in true amazement. (They hadn't expected it to be so loud.)

They jumped up and headed into the kitchen.

There was *Spaghetti-O's* splattered over the entire kitchen.

"Fuck!" Theresa said in earnest. (She hadn't expected it to be *that* big of a mess.)

"I'll say!" said Cindy, "We'd better get this cleaned up or John will shit a brick. I'll get the buckets."

Theresa stood examining the *Spaghetti-O's* can, which had turned itself inside out.

"Unibomber, eat your heart out." She murmured to herself.

She turned off the stove, grabbed a sponge and began to wipe the gooey red substance off the cabinets.

First they cleaned off all the woodwork before it had much chance to soak in. It still left some stains. Then they started on the walls and ceilings, examining every spot on the walls. They were exhausted by the time the kitchen looked reasonably presentable.

"Join me in the hot tub?" Cindy asked. A quick flick of her eyes told Theresa to say yes.

"God knows I could use it." she nodded.

They headed down to the gym. Theresa hesitated just a bit, but Cindy stripped off without a thought. Theresa half shrugged and peeled off her own clothes. They climbed in and Cindy started the noisy pump. Theresa snuggled to her side, actually grateful for the bubbling hot water.

"I counted four lenses and maybe a dozen microphone holes." Cindy said quietly in her ear.

Theresa nodded and replied in kind: "Just about what I found.... Tiny little things. Not much more than a dark spot, but shinny when you wiped over them. Four of them. Then at least a six tiny holes. Perfectly round."

Cindy nodded.

"How did you know about the Spaghetti?" Theresa asked.

"Oh.. Happened to my folks. I had to clean it up." Cindy chuckled.

Despite her knowledge or perhaps because of it she groped Theresa beneath the water.

Theresa giggled, then pulled her hand away. "No... please. Not now. I just don't feel comfortable about it right now."

Cindy nodded, but still held her to her.

"Then we'll have to do something about it fairly soon." Cindy said, "I'm not about to give up groping you because some dumb, lovable asshole decided to be a voyeur

Maybe you could think about him watching us. I know you've got a bit of exhibitionist in you. You've flaunted it at me often enough." She teased.

"Maybe later, but for now, just hold me? Okay?" Theresa asked.

"Sure baby. Anytime. And I don't care who's watching for that." Cindy replied, pulling her close to her.

They sat snuggled together for a long time, letting the bubbling hot water caress away their tenseness.

Sometime later Cindy said: "Well, darling. I don't know about you, but I'm done. I'm going to bed. Come on, join me. I intend to sleep and I don't want to do it alone."

Theresa nodded. Somehow she had come to some sort of terms with her anger and anguish.

She didn't seem to even think about it when she stepped out. She casually wrapped a towel around her and headed for the bedroom. Once there she dropped it in the laundry, used the toilet and brushed her teeth.

She crawled into bed and Cindy joined her just a moment later. They snuggled together and despite what they knew, they kissed deeply before caressing each other to sleep beneath the covers.

Chapter 35

Cindy awoke first. She snuggled to Theresa for a moment before the previous evening flashed back into her mind. She frowned a bit, but continued to snuggle with her friend for a while. She wanted to make love with her. *Really* wanted to. But she didn't think Theresa could handle it.

She kissed her softly on the forehead and slipped out of bed, heading for the bathroom.

A little while later Theresa entered. Cindy nodded at her and then turned on the shower. She bent down and whispered in her ear: "Join me in the shower. The noise will cover the sound and the glass obscures the view."

Theresa just nodded.

Cindy moved into the shower. A few minutes later Theresa slipped in.

Cindy soaped her front and pulled Theresa against her. Saying to her: "I know you feel uncomfortable about it, but if we stop cold after what we did all week, John's sure to know something's wrong."

"God... all the things we did all week!" Theresa gasped.

"I know. They were wonderful. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. Even knowing what we do." Cindy said.

She squirmed against Theresa, the soap slippery between them. Their breasts sliding across one another.

Theresa balked a bit.

"Come on... lover. How many times have we done this while he was right outside brushing his teeth?" Cindy coaxed.

Theresa thought about it a bit and then reluctantly soaped Cindy's ass cheeks.

"That's my girl." Cindy said, enjoying the sensation.

After a time Theresa forgot about the cameras and got into it. Her orgasm, supplying a much needed stress relief, was strong and deep. Cindy's too.

Before turning off the water Cindy whispered some plans in Theresa's ears. At first she shook her head, but Cindy persisted and she finally nodded.

They exited and dried each other -blow drying their hair- then kissed softly and moved off to dress. They picked warmer clothing.

They made breakfast and chatted about their studies while they ate. Then Cindy packed a cooler with sandwiches and two thermos bottles, one with coffee, one with hot chocolate.

Theresa came up behind her and kissed her on the neck and caressed her buns

Cindy giggled and turned into a deep kiss. Then pushed her away.

They carried the cooler up to the entry. Then suited up in their snowmobile suits, boots, gloves and helmets.

Taking a cellular phone with them, which Cindy forwarded the silo's calls to, they carried the cooler up through the hatch.

They got out two of the snowmobiles and loaded the cooler on one of them. Checking the gas tanks and getting them both started, they opened the gate and headed down the road.

Over the radio intercom Cindy said: "I think we can talk now."

"Where the hell are we going? It's too damn cold out here for a picnic in the snow." Theresa said.

"Not inside the heated shed at the end of the road." Cindy giggled.

Theresa got it then. "Perfect! God I love you."

"Kind of what I had in mind." Cindy chuckled.

They put on some speed down the virgin snow.

The going was easy, the road fairly well defined as a dip in the snow. Other than a few deep drifts which they had fun jumping the ride was uneventful.

They pulled up in front. Out of sight from the main road... or anything.

Cindy worked the combination lock and opened the door. It was warmer inside, but not much. Just above freezing. Cindy found the light switch and then the thermostat and turned the heat way up. Theresa helped her in with the cooler, then they locked the door from the inside.

The small shed heated quickly to toasty warm. Cindy stripped off her snowmobile suit and said: "Get comfortable. Pour me a cup of coffee while I look around for softer furnishings."

Theresa poured her a cup and Cindy discovered some air mattresses and a blanket rolled up in the corner.

"Trust our John." Cindy smirked.

"I'm not so sure I do anymore." Theresa said softly.

"Oh.. pooh... Listen Theresa, I don't know how much you dated other men before John. But this is a minor offense compared to most the male species." Cindy said, finding a pump.

"I don't consider it so minor." Theresa said.

"I know you don't. That's what we're doing here." Cindy said, pumping at the first mattress."

"What? What *are* we doing here?" Theresa asked.

"Well, darling. I know you didn't feel very comfortable making love in the silo, so when *we* get these pumped up, we can make love in complete privacy.

Then we can have a nap, make love some more, have lunch, make love some more and have a good talk about it, in comfort and warmth. Okay?" Cindy replied.

Theresa was quiet for a moment and then said: "I think that would be a good idea.... *all* of it. Only you forgot about making love *after* we talk."

"No I didn't. I have to let you think of some things." Cindy teased, "Your turn to pump, where's my coffee?"

The day went pretty much as Cindy had laid out.

It was good therapy for Theresa and she loosened up considerably.

They lay caressing each other as they caught their breath again. Theresa stretched her svelte body like a cat.

"Mmmm.... that looks nice enough to eat." Cindy said in a hungry, soft tone.

"You just did." Theresa giggled.

"Please Miss.... Could I have some more..." Cindy said, in a small, cartoon-like voice. (Both had read Dickens as part of their studies.)

Theresa rolled and lay atop her friend, her knees tucked up beside Cindy's ribs. She softly brushed a few locks of moist hair from Cindy's face.

"In a bit... for now I just like being close to you." Theresa said.

She descended and softly played her lips over her friends. Cindy's finger tips gently caressed her breasts.

"Remember the first time we made love?" Cindy asked, softly stroking the outside of Theresa's thighs.

"Yes.. I'll never forget it. It was the first time I ever *enjoyed* it.... or thought of it as making *love*." Theresa said.

"God, I was so nervous. I didn't want to lose your friendship... but I wanted you so bad." Cindy said.

"I know.... I felt pretty much the same way, but I did it because I thought I needed to, to keep your friendship." Theresa replied.

"I would have been your friend anyway... But I'm glad we did it." Cindy said.

"Me too." said Theresa, "And you have been a good friend.....So what brought that to mind?"

"Oh.... Kind of a ragged connection, I guess." Cindy said, sort of distant.

"What connection?" Theresa asked.

"Well, like our first time together.... When John made love to me that night on my birthday..... It felt the same way to me. Like it was my first time." Cindy reflected.

"And?" Theresa prompted.

"And I don't ever want to lose that." Cindy answered.

"So are you saying that you forgive John for spying on us?" Theresa flared.

"Well.. No.... and Yes." Cindy said.

"Which is it?" Theresa demanded.

"It's not that simple to me. Don't get me wrong, I'm mad as hell about it and he's going to know it. But I've been trying to consider it from his point of view." Cindy said.

"What point of view? What could possibly make it all right?" Theresa asked, exasperated.

"Not all right. But maybe not quite so wrong as it appears to be. Theresa, think about John. Think about what he was like when you first met him."

"Yeah, okay. I remember. He was a dear. He's still a dear most times. But he's also an asshole!" Theresa spat.

"No, he's not. And he never has been that I can see. Think about it. He took you in, literally off the road. The easiest way for him to handle the situation, would have been to call the cops. He didn't! And he didn't do it because he thought he might get laid.

"He took you in and cared for you. When you were well enough he gave you the option of helping you out, or letting you stay with him. You told me yourself that you had to rape him in his sleep to get him to have sex with you.

"Now I remember *very* well how you looked back then. You *were* pretty! -now you're gorgeous-. You had a nice firm little body, and you were out-cold for a long time. He didn't take advantage of you.

"I believe that. You would have known. At least I can tell when I've had sex with a man the night before, even if I don't remember it. I can feel his semen inside me. My vagina feels different. You would have known.

"But he didn't... why not?" Cindy asked.

"I don't know." Theresa said.

"Because he's a *for real*, honest, good guy. Like we used to see in the movies. He really is." Cindy said.

"Then why did he do what he did?" Theresa said.

"I don't know for sure.... But I have a real strong feeling it didn't have anything to do with sex. That's why I asked you to think about what he was like.....

"Theresa, John could get sex anytime he wanted, easily, without all the headaches that you and I have brought him. But he didn't *want* it."

"Huh?"

"He didn't want it. When you showed up, he had turned his back on the whole world, including -and maybe especially- the world of relationships. You said yourself, that even after that night when you mounted him in his sleep that he still didn't *really* make love to you. Not for a while at least. He didn't really want sex until *we* forced it upon him." Cindy stated.

"No, he got to wanting it often enough before you arrived." Theresa said, half smiling in reflection.

"Did he really want it, or was he just *used* to it by then?" Cindy asked.

"I don't know what you mean." Theresa said.

"I'm not so sure what I mean... It's just that... it seems to me like he wasn't really into it... until about three months after we *all* started to have it together. Somehow he changed. Somehow it was different. I think that difference was... that he fell in love with us. Before that, it was just sex. Ever since then it's been incredible sex." Cindy said.

"Yeah, I remember.... I kind of got jealous over how close you two got. It didn't occur to me then how close all of us had gotten. Now I know..... That's what makes this hurt so bad." Theresa said, fighting back tears again.

"But it's also about the time he started to tinker in the lab with the scanning machine." Cindy said.

"What's that got to do with it?" Theresa asked.

"I think he got scared. It's also about the time he started buying -and hiding- all that other equipment. He was falling in love and it scared him to death. Because whenever he fell in love before, it ended badly. He got hurt. You've heard what he has to say about his ex-wife. Whenever you can get him to talk about her at all." Cindy said.

"I still don't see what that has to do with him spying on us." Theresa said.

"Can't you see it? The mannequins, the video. He was preparing himself for us to leave him." Cindy cried.

"I still don't get it." Theresa said.

"He was.... building *substitutes* for us." Cindy said.

"*Substitutes*..." Theresa said, as if testing the shape of the word.

"Yes, substitutes. [and pretty darn good ones. We've both made it with them, and they *do* have their merits.]

"Anyway, he expected us to leave.... and he was falling in love with us. He didn't know how to handle that. He didn't want it to be like it had been before. He didn't want to face the loneliness again. So he did his best to duplicate us.

"Now, I admit. There is no substitute for the real thing. But between the mannequins and the video I don't doubt it would have kept him amused long enough to get over it if we had left." Cindy concluded.

"But he started all this about the time you got here. I remember. That's when all those wires and equipment started to show up." Theresa said.

"I think he was already starting to fall in love with you. I represented a threat to that.... and if he watched us the night I arrived, I can well see his point." Cindy chuckled.

Theresa nodded, thinking about it.

"But... he started making google eyes at you almost from the start." Theresa said.

"Maybe he thought he had to... to keep you." Cindy said.

"I don't follow."

"Maybe... if he watched you and I making love that first night, that he thought that the only way to keep you was to show acceptance of me. And the best way to show acceptance of me, was... to make love to me. Really, for us to make love together." Cindy said.

"I get it. But I'm not so sure. He was *really* attracted to you right from the start." Theresa said.

"It's possible that he was. I am pretty gorgeous, you know." Cindy mocked, "but that's not the same thing.

"What I *felt* from him, right from the start, was *resentment*. He resented me coming into his life and threatening his relationship with you. No matter how cute he thought I was.

"Fact is I felt much the same about him. It felt to me like he threatened my relationship with you. Even though he made it possible for me to be here, it was at your request. You told me yourself that you had to talk him into it." she concluded.

Again, Theresa nodded. She lay back beside her friend considering all that Cindy had said. Cindy poured a cup of hot chocolate.

She offered it to Theresa, who shook her head. Cindy sipped at it.

"It all makes sense, now that I think about it..... and it does make it seem 'not so bad.'" Theresa said finally.

"Glad you agree. Because the way to test if that's true, is to let it pass." Cindy said.

"Let it pass!?" Theresa said, "Why?"

"Because, if it is true, then John will tell us about the video. Once he feels secure enough that I am *really* staying. Then he loses his reason for recording us. His ethics will haunt and nag at him. He'll get ornery and restless, and scared.... and finally he'll tell us. But that won't happen if we confront him about it right away. Like I say; we have to let it pass to find out." Cindy said.

"I.... I don't know." Theresa said.

"Theresa, have you ever sat on the toilette when John was in the room?" Cindy asked.

"Yeah, so?" Theresa said, squirming a bit.

"Because, if you have -and I know you have, cause I was there too, more than once- then he's seen your most intimate secrets.

He's tasted your womanhood -and mine-. He's watched you taste mine. He's licked your backside and watched me do it too. We've both had anal sex with him. He's probed our insides down to the millimeter. He's scanned every square inch of our exteriors. He can zoom up our pussies or assholes on the computer anytime he cares to.

Now the fact is that those video's don't mean a damn thing in relation to that. The part that bugs us both, was that he didn't tell us about it. Now all I want to do is give him that chance. The reason I want to give him that chance... is because I intend to be with him for the rest of his life. If the reason he did it wasn't what I think it is, then I want to know about it now. I don't want to live with him if he's really not the man I think he is." Cindy said.

"I guess that makes sense... Wish the hell that there was a toilette here. Don't know if I can make it back to the silo." Theresa said, squirming.

"There's a bucket in the corner. Just whiz in it. We can toss it out the door." Cindy said.

Theresa looked uncomfortable about it, but headed for the corner.

"Want to watch?" Theresa called over her shoulder.

"Might be amusing, but no, you go ahead." Cindy replied.

Theresa squatted over the bucket and relieved herself.

"Damn, no paper." She said.

"Here, just a sec. Got some napkins." Cindy said, jumping up.

She handed one to Theresa who wiped herself. Then looked around and finally set it next to the bucket.

Cindy brought her own and moved over the bucket when Theresa moved off it.

"Just a sec." Cindy said when Theresa started to walk away.

Just as she turned back, Cindy let loose her own stream into the bucket, splashing loudly as it mixed with Theresa's urine. Theresa watched a second before she turned her head. Cindy continued and then wiped herself.

"What?" Theresa asked.

 "Just this." Cindy said, standing and moving to Theresa's side, "We're all comfortable with each other up to the point where we can watch each other on the toilette, and it doesn't bother any of us. We would know if it did, like when you turned your head just now. You felt a little bit uncomfortable about watching me pee. Yet a moment ago you felt no discomfort when I walked up and handed you a napkin to wipe with. Nor when I watched you wipe. You were more preoccupied with what to do with the napkin.

Now the fact is that we've both had our tongues on those very same spots and examined them *very* closely at point blank range. In fact I hope to have mine *back* on that spot very soon.

My point is... given that. Do the video camera's make all that much difference for a little while longer?" Cindy asked.

She headed back to the mattress and sat down sipping her hot chocolate.

Theresa thought about it She looked over at her friend, nude, sitting there before her. She herself was nude and felt no discomfort. Fact was that half the time they ran around John either half or completely nude. In the summertime he could hardly keep any clothes on them. And he *did* try.

"Look at it this way; We told John he was welcome to watch us anytime he wanted. He's just taken us up on our offer." Cindy chuckled.

"Okay..... I'll go along for now. But he'd better have a battle with his conscience pretty soon, or he might just have one with me." Theresa said.

"And me." Cindy replied.

Theresa sat down next to her friend, snuggling to her.

"It's funny... All those things you said. They're all true. I mean about the bathroom stuff. We don't even think about it. But if we talk about it, we get uncomfortable. Why's that?" Theresa asked.

"Oh.. I don't really know. Human nature I guess. I found myself blushing a bit while I was talking about it. I guess we find it uncomfortable, because it's... unpleasant. The things that come out of us. Shit stinks. Sometimes urine too. Both are waste from our bodies. Sometimes we make obnoxious noises. I think one of the biggest reasons we don't really want anybody around when we do it, is because we don't want to subject *them* to it. We don't want them to smell something unpleasant or hear a rude noise. We feel more comfortable when only we have to experience them.

"I know for a fact that it's learned behavior. We don't think a thing about it, in fact we think it's funny if a baby without a diaper suddenly lets loose a stream." Cindy said.

"I guess.... But, why should it bother *us*, I mean, you and I? When you talked about putting your tongue where I just peed, I found it *distasteful*. Yet... I know I've done the very same thing to you just minutes after you went, knowing that you just went, and it didn't bother me a bit. I sort of know that it wouldn't bother you either." Theresa said.

"Nope. Just flip upside down and I'll show you." Cindy said, only half joking.

Theresa blushed but said: "In a bit... ...It's true with John too. I've watched John urinate hundreds of times. I know I've sucked him just minutes afterwards many, many times. Even if I can taste a slight taste of urine, it never bothered me. Nor on you, either. Guess it's just.... I don't know..."

"I don't either, love. But I try not to let it bother me. I guess that's what I was asking of you. That you try not to let it bother you." Cindy said.

"Okay.... I'll try." Theresa said.

Cindy took a big sip of hot chocolate. Then got a mischievous look in her eye. She set down the cup and then suddenly dove down between Theresa's legs and gave her a long, *hot* swipe with her tongue.

Theresa yelped, then giggled, then moaned in delight. She pulled Cindy's hips around.

Sometime later they lay caressing each other. For some reason -besides the hot chocolate- their session had been an extremely hot one. They slowly cooled off, wishing for a shower. Both were damp with perspiration.

It was late afternoon.

"We'd better start back.... after we cool off a bit." Cindy said.

"Mmmm" Theresa stretched. She kissed her friend softly on the lips. Cupping a breast in her hand. Then lay her head back down next to Cindy's. Softly nibbling at an earlobe.

Cindy giggled. "I said, cool down. We don't want to be sweaty underneath our clothes. We'd freeze!"

"Mmmm Okay.... But soon, after we get home again?" Theresa asked.

"You betcha. Right after we shower." Cindy said.

She smiled to herself over her small victory. Now to deal with John....

John went about sightseeing in San Francisco. He was bored. He passed through China town, shopping for the girls. He hit several jewelry stores to boot. He locked his purchases in the trunk of his rental car and then headed for the wharf. He wandered around gawking mostly at the other tourists. It wasn't much fun by himself.

He watched several couples of gay women walking around hand in hand, some quite young. But somehow different from his lovelies. These women were...... well, *mad at the world* or something. They weren't *enjoying* each others company so much as *flaunting* it to the rest of the world.

He stopped at a small courtyard off the main drag and got a cappuccino. Sitting at a small table facing the courtyard. There were some street performers juggling for a small crowd. They were pretty good.

He missed his lovelies.

He took out his cell phone and called the silo. To his surprise, after letting it ring a bit, he was met with a *cell phone out of service* message.

He puzzled over it... The girls must have forwarded the silo calls to the cell phone, and it was in service shadow...... the only place along the road that would present a dead spot, was the dirt berms just off the main road... which meant that they were at the utility shed there.

Hmm.... must have gone snowmobiling and gotten cold. Probably stopped there to warm up.

He finished his cappuccino and made his way back to the wharf, selecting a bunch of fresh dunginess crab. He made his way back to the rental car, then to a store where he bought a large cooler and lots of dry ice. He packed the crab in the ice and then stopped at a fish market where he added other fresh seafood to the cooler. Topping it of with shaved dry ice. He headed back to the hotel.

The chef at the hotel graciously agreed to put the cooler in his walk in freezer till he checked out the next morning.

He'd pick up the sourdough on the way to -or at- the airport.

He kicked off his shoes and fired up his laptop. Logging onto the Internet. He surfed the net for a few hours and then tried the silo again. Again same message..........

He dialed another line at the silo and a computer modem answered.

As a security measure he'd set up a computer to take sampled views of each room on command and then send compressed files of the pics. The pics took a long time to download. Finally he checked on the status of the video recorders. Plenty of tape left till tomorrow. He logged off and then called up each pic to look at it.

The girls were nowhere in sight. The silo was clean.... and empty. They really were out. A last view showed two snowmobile tracks heading off through the gate.

Maybe the cellular battery was dead, or off. Or..... they were spending lots of time at the storage shed. Or.... they had taken the second land cruiser and headed out..... away from the cellular service area....

No... that didn't make sense. If they were heading out, then why take the cellular? No... the battery was either dead, or the phone was off.

He wasn't really worried yet. It was just early afternoon back home.

He tried the silo again in an hour.... This time the message was that the cellular wasn't answering. He smiled. They must be heading back, but couldn't hear the phone ring over the noise of the snowmobiles.

So *what* had they been doing at the shack for so long.

"That's a silly question." he told himself. Chuckling.

But why there? They could have been struck with lust while out snowmobiling. Or....did they go there on purpose? If so, why?

For what purpose would they want to get away from the silo.... Why the shack.... A warm place outside... again, away from the silo.... What could they possibly want to get away from.... Unless..... *Oh, oh!*

Now back at the hotel, John called the computer back. He couldn't view video tapes as each machine rewound the tape and spit it out when it was through. He'd had a hell of a time just making a working tape changer which would reliably pluck out the old tape and insert a fresh one. He had no controls to fast forward or rewind by computer though. Nor any video outputs running from the tape machines to the computer.

He did, however, have the computer log of which channel was fed to which machine and at what time. He downloaded that log for the whole week, and his chart of which channel led to which camera location. Lastly he downloaded a drawing of the silo to give him a visual location for the cameras. Then he logged off.

He took the chart and mapped the channels over the drawing. Then he called up the log. Starting at the beginning, when he had left.

He could trace his exit, and the girls going back to the kitchen... then back to bed a short time later. Using the log he could position them in the silo to the minute. A record of their movements. Not too hard to follow, especially since most of the time they moved in pairs.

"Didn't take you long to start looking for the instructions.... but it took you longer to find them than I thought it would." John muttered to himself as he read.

He continued to talk to himself as he studied the log: "Good god, what horny little bitches you are when I'm not around.... When the cat's away... God you hardly stopped to eat for the first three days!

Okay... enough technical voyeuring... what can I learn from this? Most of the time is spent in these rooms here.... These are hallways between them. What were you making in the lab? ... Probably your revenge on me, for Cindy's toy. Well, have to face the music on that one. Okay, we eliminate these channels. What have we got left? Not a whole lot till about Friday night.... Hm... top to bottom cleaning? That makes sense. Then back to making love. Okay, Saturday... nothing until afternoon. Finished the cleaning. Did laundry... mountains of it. Then back to play after a walk through..... Wait a minute....

Oh fuck! Saturday night... here I call. Then someone (Cindy?) does her walk through... passing by the maintenance room right when this tape kicks out and this one starts. Takes her a bit longer in the hallway. No door alarm though. Then back to the Com room after she completes the walk through.. Okay, in the Com room till..... What's this number? The workshop? Oh shit! That's where I keep the spare tape... Okay, back to the Com room for .... not very long. Then down to the bedroom, wardrobe..... back up to.... what? The entry? Both of them? Then outside .... disappear till here... then back down inside..... kitchen... Com room.... kitchen ...*fast*.... then one to the cleaning closet and one stays in kitchen. One comes back and they both stay in the kitchen for a long time. Then down to the hot tub... then to bed.

Okay, what do we know? Somebody walks by the tape room, maybe hears something.... Thinks about it. But in the Com room somebody plugs in a tape and whoever walked by the tape room puts two and two together. Thinks about the tape I carted into the workshop and goes and checks on how much I've used... finds out it's a lot. *Too much*. Goes back to the Com room to tell the other about it... but instead talks her into going outside to talk... Where? The storage shed! That's why they go out of view of the entry camera. It's night and winter and *damn* cold. They suit up in the entry here and go out to have a talk. Now in the storage shed, because.... I built it... So they know the camera's in the silo were installed by the government, not me. They figure the shed is safe (if cold... but out of the wind.).

Okay, they talk it over.......... for about an hour. A long time outside at night in winter. So something serious they were talking about. Like finding out that I've been taping them.... Probably Cindy who put it all together. Theresa's not dumb, but she's not as observant as Cindy. Okay... outside talking, rather inside the storage shed. Still cold, but out of the wind. To be talking that long they had to be deciding what to do....

Okay, back inside...strip off the suits... down to the kitchen ... for something warm...... a plan has formed......

Verify? ....How? ... look for camera's....... Why not just look?

Clandestine search? .. Why? ... Why not just castrate me when I get home? ..... Cindy wants to verify...without letting me know...

They stage something that needs cleaning up.... something big..... Takes a long time to clean up, but in the process they look for cameras.

Here this one is covered as it kicks to this one... then this one... they're scrubbing the walls! They spot the camera lenses; which look like dots. ... maybe even the microphone holes..... Okay... down to the hot tub..... Why not right after outside? .... To cover the sound! .... The pumps! ...

Okay, this has *got* to be Cindy's doing.... They compare notes in the hot tub under the cover of the pumps. Then go to bed....

Okay, next morning..... up... shower.... a long time in the bath... Talking in the shower under cover of the running water.... Okay... wardrobe...... kitchen..... Com room....entry..... gone.

Down the road.. to the warm shack at the end. There they talk about it again, but in warm privacy.... not the only reason... to make love? Certainly... in private. They take a lunch and make a day of it. Those air mattresses and blankets I put in the corner in case the snowmobiles broke down closer to that end and we needed to spend the night there. Guess they could have taken the second cruiser....

Probably not. They came back... the phone came in range but didn't answer...

If they'd hit the road they would have answered the phone for cover...

Okay.... decided not to dump me...Or they would have called me right away to tell me what an asshole I am. Okay, not to dump me... why not? Cindy loves me... Theresa too, but not the same way.... Okay, Cindy talks Theresa into waiting... for what? For me to get home? They *know* what I'm doing.... They've found the cameras.... Somebody verified I'm using a lot of tape.... "

John sat back in consideration.. The log and the phone had told him about as much as they could... a lot more than he had thought they could. Perhaps he was just having paranoid dreams....

No.... The information was there. It all fit.

"Oh, Cindy's trying to figure me out! .... " he said to himself.

"Okay, Cindy figures it out... tells Theresa... who asks why. (Don't really know myself... but I'd better have a damn good reason down pat by tomorrow morning. ) Both have told me I could watch anytime I wanted to... So I do? ... No... won't wash.... Why do you record them...... because you expect them to leave... for the memories..... as a substitute for their presence in my life... That's good... work on that.....

But why not just chomp my head off the first instant?....Need more info... And the tapes won't provide much... Just verification of my speculation. If they know about the cameras...-probable-... then they won't give me any further information...They'll be on their guards. Probably Theresa is already. Don't think Cindy would much care except.... I didn't *ask* them! That's what they're so pissed off about. The tapes don't bother them at all. It's the fact I've been....*spying* on them. Oh shit! All that stuff I've told them about ethics. And now they catch me in this...................................

That could be it! Ethics! They're going to wait for me to tell them about it. To give me a chance to explain... Cindy wants to see what kind of man I am...

What kind of man am I?

A pretty good one who fucked up royal this time.... "

Well, one way to verify if that's what they're waiting for.

John picked up the phone again and dialed the silo. It rang.

"Hello." Cindy answered.

"Hi Hon... how was your snowmobile ride?" John said.

Dead silence on the other end for a moment.

"Now just how the fuck did you know we went for a snowmobile ride?" Cindy asked... half angry, half bewildered.

"I know you spent a long time in the storage shed by the road too."

"How!" Cindy spat.

"Simple logic, my dear.

I called just after lunch. I got the voice mail from the cellular telling me it was off... but it probably wasn't. You're too smart for that.

You went out and took the cellular with you, forwarding the silo phone to it. That meant that you would be out for a while, or you wouldn't have bothered. The only reason you would be out that long in the winter, was if you were playing in the snow. To wit; the snowmobiles.

I know you checked the battery level and made sure it was on before you left. But it kicked to the voice mail. Only reason would be that it was in a shadow area of the coverage.

Either that or you reached the end of the road and took the cruiser like a bat out of hell in the direction away from town.

Now the only place around there that has any hills big enough to block the direct, line of sight frequency of the phone... is the utility shack at the end of the road. It sits inside those dirt berms which would block the cell phone coverage....

I called back an hour later, but it was still blocked. I called back again about an hour ago, but this time it gave me a message that it was on, but not answering.

That meant that it was ringing in your pocket, but that you couldn't hear it over the snowmobile. If you had been in the cruiser, you would have just answered it, or turned it off. Simple logic." John said.

"Like living with fucking Sherlock Holmes." Cindy muttered.

"So how was your ride. Did you remember to turn the heat down when you left the shack?" John asked.

"Yes... The ride was... nice." Cindy said.

"You sound sort of distant, anything wrong?" John asked, crossing his fingers

"Uh... no... I'm just ... my heads kind of ringing from the noise of the motors still.. that's a long ride." Cindy tried to cover.

"YES!" John thought.

"Did you take a lunch with you. If not you must be starving." John asked.

"Yeah, we packed a lunch... didn't know how long we would be out." Cindy said.

"So where's Theresa?" John asked.

"I think she's sitting on the John." Cindy replied.

"The mannequin or the toilette? " John asked.

Despite herself, Cindy busted out laughing.

"The toilette. You devious old fart!" Cindy said, chuckling.

"Devious?" John thought, "Not perverted?"

"Okay, love. I just wanted to check in. I'll be home about... Oh, I guess tomorrow afternoon about three or four. Depends on how things go at the airports. Just wanted to hear your voice and tell you that I loved you." John said.

"I love you too, John." Cindy said, a little strained.

"Okay, love. Kiss Theresa for me and give her my love... bye." John said.

"I will. Bye." Cindy said. The line went dead.

John hung up and thought about the conversation.

Item #1: Cindy was on her guard when he called.

Item #2: Cindy *was* pissed when he called.

Item #3: Verified the girls had been to the shack all day. Planned to be there all day, as they packed a lunch.

Item #4: Possible verification that they knew... thus the trip, thus the usage of the word *devious* instead of *perverted*.

Item #5 Despite that knowledge, they didn't tell me they knew directly. Thus they are waiting for... what?

Item #6 Cindy retains her sense of humor... so it must be her who want's to wait.

Item #7 They were in the shack all day. Heat up. Probably made love.. probably listened to tunes on the cruiser stereo. Probably talking about what an asshole I am... or one was talking the other one into waiting for me to tell them.

Item #8 Theresa would have made her way to the phone before the conversation was over, if she had wanted to. Thus she didn't want to. Thus she's more pissed than Cindy. Makes sense considering personalities.

So.. conclusions:

Theresa is real uncomfortable with the... *spying*. The cameras really. That's one reason why they went to the shack. She didn't want to make love under surveillance. Cindy is being more philosophical about it. She was probably unprepared for Theresa's reaction. She took Theresa out to the shack for a day away... where they could make love in privacy and talk in privacy. She planed to be out all day, thus she expected it to be a hard sell. She didn't mention it on the phone, so she was successful in her sales pitch. To wit... that they would wait and see.. thus they are both going to wait for me to tell them about the cameras..... because my conscience is bothering me about it. Which it is a little bit anyway. Has from almost the start.

So either I come up with a real good story... A REAL GOOD STORY, or most certainly Theresa and maybe even Cindy will split. OUCH!

John thought about it. He might have to find a real substitute for his two lovelies. Not an easy task. Damn near impossible. But the fact was... he really did love them. He had also discovered -to his discomfort- that he needed them too.

He longed for a drink. He was hungry too. He solved both by heading out. Real pastrami from a deli off the financial district. A drink at a bar where all the reporters in town used to hang out. News stories dating back to the thirties lined the walls. John wasn't in a nostalgic mood. He headed for North Beach. He had someone he wanted to meet.

He parked the car and walked around past the various wiggler bars. Tried one or two out, but the dancers didn't do much for him. Their tits were way oversized from bust enlargement, yet sagged from dancing topless. Stretch marks telling the tale.

He didn't realize how spoiled he'd gotten having two, well built, very young women around.

He left his watery drink and walked down the road. A pair of women walked hand in hand before him. Again, they seemed to be flaunting their relationship to the world more than to be enjoying each others company. Still, it made him remember his lovelies.

They turned into a bar called "*The Pussy Chat*".

Curious they should pick this place. Clever name... thought John. He followed them in.

It was dark... Couples of women sitting about. No other men. As he walked to the bar he could feel the eyes upon him. They weren't welcome stares.

He sat at the bar. A pretty blonde, dressed in an expensive women's business suit sat on one end, not too far from him. He gave her a smile and she half smiled back before forcing herself deadpan. John fought off his smirk. The bartender seemed to be ignoring him.

When he didn't leave, she finally came up to him. She was a butch blonde. Stockily built.

"Uh.. listen. We don't really welcome mixed relationships in here."

"Just want a quiet drink among quiet people." John told her.

"Well, that's it. You see.. You're not really *our* type." the bartender told him. She probably thought she was being nice.

John looked at her a moment, holding his temper.

"Oh? Well the two women who live with me back home might be a little surprised by that. But I guess you're right. *YOU* aren't my type." John said.

He stood and walked out.

He ambled down the street, fighting down his anger.

"Hey mister!" a feminine voice said.

He stopped and turned, expecting a pan handler. To his great surprise it was the well dressed blonde from the end of the bar.

"I'd be glad to drink with you." She said.

"Uh.. listen. I think you got the wrong impression. I wasn't looking for *that* kind of companionship." John said. (Sort of teasing.)

The woman's nostrils flared a bit and she said: "I wasn't offering *that* kind of companionship!"

"In that case, I gladly accept...... Uh... Please accept my humble apology for making an ass of myself just now." John said.

"Accepted... There's a quiet *friendlier* place just around the corner." she said

"Please, lead on." John said, falling in step by her side.

It really was quieter... for North Beach. There was a wiggler on stage, but she was younger and firmer and a whole lot cuter then the other places John had been in.

The blonde spotted a booth in the back and led him to it. He stalled while she sat down. Then slid into the booth. Not too close.

"Sheila" She said, offering her hand.

"John" he said, extending his.

He expected what he termed a business woman's shake, warm, but brisk. Or a dead fish, adore me, shake. He got neither. It was stronger than a business woman's shake... and warmer. Extended. John was surprised and returned it just shy of measure for measure. Fearing to hurt her hand. She seemed to approve.

"That's better" she said, "Sorry about Angie... the bartender back there. She gets a little possessive at times. She thinks of us as *her* girls. Fact is that most of us would never have anything to do with her."

"I really just wanted a drink. I didn't mean to step on anybody's toes." John replied.

"She probably thought you were vice." Sheila said.

"And you don't?" John asked.

"Of course not..... Well dressed. Handsome.... Well mannered, even when insulted. Damn sure not vice." Sheila said.

A cute, over built topless barmaid came by. John ordered Glennlivit on the rocks. Sheila the same.

"So what do you think I am?" John asked, lightly.

"I don't have a clue.. that's what I'm doing here." she said, "If I were to guess, I'd say you were in town on business. Probably flying out tomorrow. You're too relaxed to have just come in. You don't look jet lagged. That means you've been here a few days. Maybe all week. You came into town on business of some sort. Now it's wound up and your out on the town for the last night. You were attracted to North Beach by reputation, but the actuality of it left you cold. You've got something on your mind... probably concerning personal relationships back home. You're well tanned, probably from the western states somewhere. But it's not a phony salon tan. That means you have time to lay out and the means to do it. It's winter, even in New Mexico or Arizona. So you have a solarium of some sort. You're well to do and comfortable about it. You're not after a fling. How did I do."

"Perfect score... pretty much." John said, impressed.

"And I?" Sheila baited.

"Oh.. If I had to guess... You're a local. You live somewhere in the city here. You know the area well. You're a business professional, probably somewhere in the financial district. Perhaps a broker of some sort or upper management in a local bank. Probably not a national chain. You're comfortable with yourself and your abilities. You are comfortable financially. You know several people back in that bar, but are probably not involved with any of them at the present time. You're comfortable with your lifestyle and profession. You are likely very competent at what you do. You weren't born here, but have lived here for several years. And you weren't waiting for anyone in particular when I walked in."

"Not bad." Sheila said, smiling. "I am a broker, at a large local company. How do you know so much about brokers."

"I dabble a bit in the market." John replied.

The barmaid brought their drinks, John dropped a twenty on the tray and waved her off as she started with change.

"How much?"

"Oh... I've got about a quarter million spread around in it. With about a 60% return last year." John said.

She nodded: "Again, not bad. What sectors?"

"Oh... I prefer things I know. Technologies mostly. I look for new trends and then research everybody in the field and pick the strongest players."

"Not a bad strategy. I wish I could teach it to half my clients.... amazing how little homework people want to do to protect their money. They expect to give it to you and that you'll just make it grow exponentially.... You're diversified?"

"Of course." John nodded, "One third in slow growth bonds, a third in slow growth players and a third in climbers.... roughly. I have my own routines that I've worked up to simulate my intuition."

"And they work?" Sheila asked, "I wouldn't mind seeing them."

"Oh... they work as well as anything else out there. They are usually pretty close to what I *thought* was going to happen. Of course they don't always follow what *does* happen. I think that the shrinks should be following the market if they want to truly understand schizophrenia."

Sheila busted out laughing. She had a lovely dulcet tone to her voice.

John couldn't help but smile at her.

He sipped at his scotch. The pleasant amber liquid and company putting him in good spirits.

"So how did you get your start? Hit big in the market?" Sheila asked, sipping her own scotch.

"No... I only started playing at that, oh about a year and a half ago." John said.

"A year and a half!? Hell I've got clients who've been deep in it for twenty years who don't understand it as well as you! I'm not sure I do and I've been in it for ... lets see.... twelve years." Sheila said, somewhat shocked.

"Very commendable for someone as young as you. I doubt most people could handle it that long." John said.

"*Burn out* is just a fact of life in the field." Sheila sighed.

"You don't seen too prone to it. You seem quite relaxed." John replied.

"Oh.. I have my days... What made you peg me for a broker or banker anyway?" She asked.

"The suit. It's not cheap. Elegant, yet conservative. Comfortable, practical. Nails manicured. Hair, styled. Conservative. Lifestyle... not conservative."

"That's what tipped you to it not being a national chain?"

"Yup. Stodgy old farts every one of them." John said.

Sheila chuckled.

"Okay... so how *did* you get started?. Inheritance?" She asked.

"Oh... of sorts.. I guess. I get an annual annuity of just under 300k." John said.

"What the hell for?" She gasped.

"You wouldn't believe me." John said, and rolled his eyes.

"Try me."

"Okay... I won the lottery." John chuckled.

She stared at him a moment. "You're right... I'm dubious.... for real?"

"Yup."

"How big?"

"Fourteen million, by myself. If I live to be 103." John said.

"Not shared?"

"Nope. Only one winning ticket. And I had it." John said.

"You lucky son of a bitch." Sheila said.

"Don't I know it. Never expected it in a million years." John said.

"But you still played it. How much did you spend?" Sheila asked, intrigued.

"A buck."

"One dollar?"

"Yup. Bought it as a quick pick at a gas station while I was on the road selling electronics."

"You were a traveling salesman?" Sheila asked.

"Oh... not really. I'm not, or wasn't much of a salesman. I was more a systems engineer. I would go into a company and look at their set up and design a test system to match their product. Then the real sales force would descend on them with my custom design and reap the profits. I got a pittance." John said.

"But that's where you picked up your understanding of technologies?" Sheila asked. She flagged the barmaid with two fingers -or made a peace sign to somebody-.

"Yeah... well, no. I worked for several defense contractors during the Reaganomics era. When Détente hit I was let out to pasture. Older, Non-degreed engineer. Middle management. Up against the glass ceiling. And I took my job seriously. Obvious target." John said.

"No degree?" Sheila said.

"Too busy working. Not even a high school diploma if anybody'd cared to ask." John said.

"That surprises me. You seem well cultured." Sheila said.

"Thank you. But Academics don't have a monopoly on that." John said.

"No... it just seems a little bit more prevalent. Not much. Actually I see very little of it. And usually from people not worth much, else wise." Sheila said.

The barmaid brought the drinks. John reached for his wallet, but Sheila stopped him. "My turn."

She laid out a twenty and again shooed the barmaid away... but watching her breasts from the corner of her eyes.

"Comely lass, isn't she." John mused.

Sheila looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then seemed to relax again seeing he was sincere.

"Not bad. Shit for brains though." Sheila said, " So.... what you said back at the *Pussy Chat*. Did you mean it? You live with two women?"

"Yes. Actually, I do."

"Good relationship?"

"Yes, very good... It was anyway. I may have screwed things up. I don't know. I'll see when I get home."

 "But you feel comfortable living with two women... and they ... see each other?"

"Yes, very comfortable. They see quite a lot of each other, actually." John mused.

"And you don't feel threatened by their seeing each other?" Sheila asked.

"No, why should I?" John asked.

"You shouldn't... but most men would." Sheila said.

"I'm not most men." John replied.

"That, you are not, John. You are a genuine enigma." Sheila said.

"Enigma?" John said.

"Yes.. you know, mystery." Sheila said.

"Yes... I know what the word means. I don't understand why I should be perceived as one however." John replied.

"You just are... Uh... may I ask... What are your sleeping arrangement, back home I mean."

"Sure, I don't mind. We have a California king waterbed in the master bedroom. We all sleep there. There's also a guest room with a large Queen. Mostly in case one of us wants a break from the others. Most likely me, as they are much younger than I am, and seem to have boundless sexual energy. I don't. I suspect I do better than most men my age, but I have a theory it's because they keep me that way. Actually, come to think of it, the guest room hasn't really been used much except when one of the girls had a bout of religion. She stayed there a few nights while she sorted things out." John said.

"You seem very open about the relationship. Most men don't seem comfortable talking about things like that.... You said they were younger. How much?" Sheila asked.

"Too young. They could be my daughters." John said.

"And they want to live with you?... I guess they do, if they do... But most kids nowadays aren't much interested in anybody outside their age group." Sheila said.

"Well, it was their choice.... I guess that's not a fair statement. In all honesty they were forced by conditions in their lives to seek elsewhere to live. I gave them the option of staying with me." John said.

"As companions?" Sheila asked, suspiciously.

"No... actually not. I wasn't looking for any companionship. One offered herself as a companion and at first I turned it down. Instead, I offered her a job, as my cook. For twenty-five thousand dollars a year plus room and board. What I had in mind was just to give her a place to get herself together. I gave her work, so that she would feel needed. I compensated her for it. The relationship was her idea. Actually she raped me in my sleep to start it. I just quit trying to fight her off. Eventually it developed into a real relationship."

"But you said two. That explains one."

"The second one was her friend. Also living in a bad situation. The first wanted to bring her out. At first I resisted. I only agreed because I could see it would have been the end of my relationship with the first one to refuse it. She offered to pay her out of her salary, but I supplement it."

"So her friend came to stay with you... what happened then?"

"Well, it didn't take too long for me to realize that there was more between them than just friendship. At first I was angry, but not about that, but because she hadn't told me about that, and it could have greatly affected our relationship. In the meantime, her friend and I got to know each other better. We found we both had a real attraction for each other."

"Did you pursue that, behind the others back?" Sheila asked.

"No, on the contrary. We both fought it off. It wasn't until the first one got all confused about loving two people that it all came together. So to speak." John said.

"How did that happen?" Sheila asked.

"Well.... Okay... Theresa, that's the first one. Cindy's the second. Anyway, Theresa was all confused. She was afraid that Cindy and I were going to get together and leave her out. In the meantime Theresa was making love to both of us. Cindy was staying in the guest room then. Now Theresa knew that I knew about her and Cindy. I'd told her so."

"How did you know?"

"Forgive my frankness, but by her breath. She'd come give me a kiss after having a little tryst with Cindy. The aroma was unmistakable." John said.

"I understand. No, please speak frankly. You're not likely to offend me. And I'm sorry for interrupting. Please continue." Sheila said.

"Anyway... Theresa was doing us both. And worried to death that Cindy and I would get together. We didn't, but we sure looked at each other a lot. Theresa talked to each of us about it. We both admitted the attraction, but we both told her that we weren't doing anything about it because of her not wanting us to. I guess Theresa didn't understand then that there can be more than one special person in your life...at the same time. She does now.

.... I guess it became too much for Theresa to deal with. Because she ... well she swam over to me in the pool with Cindy there and started to make love to me. She wanted Cindy to watch. She did. Then Theresa basically said I had to choose. I said, oh, no. You are the one who has to make up her mind. You want each of us all to yourself. And don't want either of us to want the other one. That's not so. We do. But we haven't done anything about it because we both care about you. So you decide what you want, and we'll live with it." John said.

"And how did she react to that?" Sheila said.

"Badly for a while. It wasn't easy on me. Most the time both of them ran around half dressed. It took about two more weeks. I guess we'd both assured Theresa that we cared enough about her that we weren't going to exclude her."

"So how did it happen? Do you want another drink?" Sheila asked.

"Better not. I've got to drive a rental car back to the hotel." John said.

"Would you mind if I came up for a while?" Sheila asked.

"No, of course not." John said.

"I'm not trying to be forward, I just find the whole conversation intriguing." Sheila said.

"I'm enjoying it myself. It gives me a chance to sort things out. Do you want to meet me there or ride along?" John asked.

"Ride along. I usually just grab a cab home." Sheila said.

They stood and headed out the door. Sheila took his arm as they walked back to his car. John had to admit, it felt good.

He drove back to the hotel, and parked. The ride was strangely silent.

She took his arm again as they went up to his room.

Once inside John motioned to a small sofa. Sheila sat down while John mixed them a drink.... rather poured scotch over some ice. He handed hers to her and she thanked him.

"So how did it happen?" she prodded after taking a sip.

John sat across from her. Sipping his scotch.

"Well ... where was I... Oh yeah. After about two weeks, let's see. It was Christmas. I surprised them with a trip to town for a special private lunch. We hadn't been to town for a long time. But everything else was all closed up. I had to arrange for the lunch. I paid this poor guy handsomely to cook for us on Christmas day. He did a fine job of it too. Then packed up some prime rib and lobster which we took home with us for dinner. We had a couple of bottles of wine with dinner and then all got into the hot tub. Theresa kind of moved to me and then motioned for Cindy to come over too. Theresa kissed me first, then Cindy, then sort of pushed Cindy and I together. After that she sort of moved all over the place helping Cindy and I make love to each other."

"So what happened after that?" Sheila asked, huskily.

"Well... Theresa had a complete change of attitude. Suddenly she *wanted* Cindy and I to be together. She wanted *all* of us to be together. We moved Cindy down from the guest room into the newly completed master bedroom and we've just all been there ever since... Except when Theresa had her little bout with religion."

"It didn't last... I mean the religion?" Sheila asked.

"No...not really. I think everybody goes through a time in their lives when they start looking for the meaning of it all. Many succumb to the lure of organized religion. It has a neat little package of rules to live your life by. I just never cared much for it."

"So what did you do?"

"Not much... she did it mostly herself. I only pointed out the difference between ethics and morals. And asked her how she felt about her relationship with Cindy and I, whether she was ashamed of it. She answered no. I pointed out that most organized religions wouldn't take kindly to her relationship with me, being unmarried.. and mostly with Cindy. She seemed to come out of it. Never has mentioned it again."

"Lucky you."

"Don't I know it.... You know. It seems each time we went through something like that... we came out of it with a stronger relationship..."

"I know what you mean.... God, I wish I could find a guy like you." Sheila said suddenly.

"Why's that?" John asked.

"Oh... you're just so...I don't know. Open and understanding. Accepting...I guess is what I mean. Like the fact that you met me in a lesbian bar and never made any big deal over it. You accepted me for what I am."

"Appeared to be.... I don't know you well enough to make any judgments. It's your life. Not mine. I don't live my life to suit you, why should you live yours to suit me?"

"That's just what I am talking about. That exact attitude is so rare in this world. And I think it would be so much nicer a place if more people had it.

"As far as what I appeared to be... I am. You were right on the money in your assessment of me. I am comfortable with my lifestyle. I am bisexual. Most of the time I have a strong bias towards women though. Usually they seem to understand better.... but not always."

"Well, Sheila. It's not that I don't find you attractive.... I find you *damn* attractive. But I have enough complications....no that's not right.... I have enough *love* in my life right now that I owe my loyalty to. It would not be ethical of me to disrespect that, or you, by engaging in a relationship with you that I couldn't pursue honestly right now."

"Fuck, and ethical too..... " Sheila said, admiration in her eyes.

"Well, John.... I'll ask this once.... Because I wouldn't be honest with myself, or you if I didn't. May I spend the night with you anyway. I just want to snuggle. I promise to be good." Sheila asked, sheepishly.

"I think I'd like that very much. Yes, I'd be honored to have you sleep with me." John said.

"Just how far can you ethically go?" she asked.

"Oh... hugs and kisses. Skin to skin would be nice. But I think my ethics preclude me from having intercourse."

"That's acceptable to me." Sheila said, unbuttoning her suit coat.

"I think you'll find a new toothbrush in the bathroom. I brought my own." John offered.

"Thanks....Can I have one of those hugs you talked about now?" She asked, moving toward him.

"You certainly may." John said, opening his arms to her.

She moved into them and hugged him fiercely. She tipped her head up and he kissed her softly.

"Why don't you go first." she nodded towards the bathroom.

He nodded and moved off.

He used the toilet and then brushed his teeth. Looking at himself in the mirror.

"God damn ethics!" he muttered to himself.

He finished up and moved back into the room. Sheila was now clad only in blouse and panties. She moved into the bathroom.

John disrobed and climbed into the bed, killing all lights but one lamp. She came out a few minutes later, hanging her blouse and knee high stockings over a chair.

Clad now in matching baby blue bra and panties. She turned towards John as she released the bra. Her breasts were firm and high on her chest. Her nipples large and dark and hard. The ends really large. She smiled at his admiration. She caught her thumbs in her panties and lowered them to the floor, stepping out of them. She had just a tiny tuft of golden pubic hair. The rest of the area shaved clean. John wanted to taste it really badly. She smiled at his discomfort.

He threw back the covers and she went through her own discomfort, groaning audibly at the sight of his manhood.

"And well endowed too." she moaned as she crawled into his arms.

John pulled her close to him, feeling the length of her body next to his. She was gorgeous. She smelled good. She felt good. She kissed good.

"God damn ethics!" John said, again.

She chuckled and pulled the covers up over them. John moved to set the alarm.

"What time do you need to wake up?" he asked.

"No problem for me. Anytime." Sheila said, snuggling to him.

"Well, I have a two o-clock flight out of SFO. But I've got to take the car back and all that."

"I can take the car back for you." Sheila offered.

"How would you get back." John asked.

"Take a cab. I do it all the time. I live here, remember." Sheila asked.

"No... I just speculated. You sure it's okay?" he asked.

Sheila got that exasperated look that Theresa gets. "Yes, I'm positive."

John smiled at her. He set the alarm for ten, and turned out the lamp.

She snuggled to him. John kissed her once more, really kissed her.

She giggled at the end. "I think you should teach that fella down there about your ethics."

"Damn thing never did listen to me." he said.

"That's okay, he's found a comfortable spot. He's welcome to lay next to my pussy if he wants. She won't mind a bit." Sheila chuckled.

"Thanks for being understanding." John said.

"My pleasure Sir. Good night.." Sheila said.

She kissed him softly and then nestled to his shoulder.

"Sweet dreams." John said.

"Count on it." she said.

John did his best to go to sleep. Her regular breathing against him finally lulled him beyond thought.

Several times during the night one or the other of them would wake briefly, become aware of the other one and snuggle to them.