REQ: HELP!!! Castles in the Sand

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Castle In The Sand [1-25]
Copyright 1996 by D. J. Pedersen
By: "thaumaturge" (Deana Johns) <Deana...@softcom.net>
(M/f, ff, MF)

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Chapter 1

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
driver's 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 manager's 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 John's 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, fuck head!" 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 General's 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 manager's 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.
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Chapter 2

Two days later 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. bus. 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 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 I-beam 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 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 jumper's 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. You're 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. Let's 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 body's 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."

"Let's 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?"

"Let's 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?"

"Yeah... 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
evening's 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...
let's 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, let's 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 moping 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 was that 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. Let's 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.

"Let's 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 you're 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 eyes 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 year's 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.

"Let's 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*. Squatter's 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 friend's 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. Every day 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 year's
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 day's 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 the least of it was the logistics of shipping. He arranged
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, 'make 'er 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 too 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 worst 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. Let's 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 eyes 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 piqued.

"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 dinner'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 other's 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
other's 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
they 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... let's 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. Let's 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 toilet.
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 toilet, 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 other's 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, let's 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 blonde's soft
skin. So perfect she thought, admiring Theresa's backside. Her hands
freely explored the young blonde's 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 girl's legs and
up against her vulva. Theresa moaned softly in pleasure.

Cindy kept delving deeper with one hand between the blonde's 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 blonde's tender backside, instead Cindy squirted oil
upon her large breasts and knelt down and began to rub them all over the
girl's 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 blonde's
sides. Adding a tongue sliding down her neck and behind an ear. Theresa
was becoming more aroused by the moment. To feel the firm brunette's 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 labia 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 girl's 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
blonde's 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 gaping 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 like 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."

"Yeah, 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 too 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.

"Yeah, 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."

"Yeah.... 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 we're 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 'lil 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 duly 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
man's 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 rat's 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 duly 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 blonde's 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?"

"Yeah, 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 experienced 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. *Let's 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.

"Yeah, 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. Let's 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 toilet 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
friend's 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 every day."

"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 other's 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 lover's
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 eyes 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 eyes. 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 eyes.

"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 every day. 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 man's 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 let's 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 eyes
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...yeah. 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 labia 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 labia 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 we're 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
thing 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, unaware 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 theories. 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.

"Some time in the future our sun will expand to the point where it
devours 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 its 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 other's 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.
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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 its 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 we're 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 subconsciously 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.
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Continued in parts 25-50.

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[roadw...@pipeline.com]

On Wed, 07 Jan 2004 05:44:49 GMT, twolf3 <two...@mailcity.com> wrote:

>
>Here you go. Don't know what happened, used to be on ASSTR.
>
>Castle In The Sand [1-25]

Thanks very much! When I couldn't find it on ASSTR I was really
worried.

[Richard]

Mid summer, 2003, Deana Jones posted a note on the website saying
somthing about some problems caused by someone's complaining.

I forget the details, but the gist of the message was the website was
going to be taken down forever to avoid trouble.

Well... A good collection of stories by a fine author has been lost.

Richard

[Denny Wheeler]

You could find the whole sad story at groups.google.com if you care
to.
<advanced groups search>
newsgroup: alt.sex.stories.d
subject line: {ASSD}MY SIDE
poster: Dean Johns
date: Aug 24, 2003

(I still don't really understand why DJ pulled the stories. But it
was DJ's right.)
--
-denny-

Some people are offence kleptomaniacs -- whenever they see
an offence that isn't nailed down, they take it ;-)
--David C. Pugh, in alt.callahans

[twolf3]

I think I have most of them. Nice pleas can get them reposted, even
though googling will get most of them. :-)

[Sir0tter]

Please post the rest of the stories or tell me WHERE I can find
them!!!

TIA!!!

[twolf3]

Sir0tter wrote:

Try here: http://makeashorterlink.com/?X1FA23407