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   The Arrangement Chapter 13 By Happy

   Brenda pulled a sobbing Jillian's head off of her shoulder.  She guided
her daughter so that their faces were very close together.  The look of
seriousness hadn't left her face.

   "When you e-mail Abbey to ask for an interview, don't give any personal
information yet.  Just give her my cell phone number.  Your Dad is right.
Let's be cautious until we know more", Brenda instructed while changing her
expression to wide smile.  She then pulled her youngest daughter into a
very tight hug.

   Jillian's eyelids closed to mere slits to look through.  The tears
continued pour out.  Her jaw began to quiver.  I knew that these were now
tears of joy.  She would get a shot at her dream.

   Through all of her emotion, Jillian manged to get the air out of her
trembling chest enough to say, "Thank you" to her mother.  When Brenda
released her, the young girl ran a few steps over to me to give me a quick
squeeze.  That gave Brenda time to stand up and get out of the way. 
Because, as soon as Jillian let me go, she made a focused rush to the lap
top.

   Even before her cute little behind touched the seat of the chair, her
fingers were busy on the keys.  I watched her from a few feet away to give
her some privacy.  When I saw her hit the 'Enter' key, I cleared my throat.
She looked up at me.

   "Done?", I asked.

   Jillian smiled and answered, "Yes.  I am SO happy.  Thank you".

   "I felt your 'Thank you' when you squeezed me.  You're welcome", I said
while I gave her a kiss on the forehead.

   "Okay, tell Abbey that you'll talk to her later.  Then please put the
lap top back in the living room.  We need the whole table for breakfast", I
asked.

   A little while later, I put my fork down.  'What a feast', I thought. 
The others finished soon after me.  We all played a part in the clean up.
When we were done, I asked Brenda and Trudy to come sit with me at the
table.

   I looked at Trudy and said, "I've given some thought to your situation.
Have you done the same?".

   Trudy glanced at both of us and bluntly stated, "I know what I want to
do.  Before my brief stay with my ex-boyfriend, I was staying with my aunt
and her daughter.  I have more clothes and personal items there."

   Brenda and I listened carefully.

   "I don't care about what my ex has of mine.  He's got a few changes of
my clothes and my wallet with a small amount of cash in it.  I don't have
driver's license or credit cards.  My keys and cell phone are at my aunt's
house.  There's nothing important enough to risk contact with him", Trudy
continued.

   "Smart decision", I interrupted.

   Trudy added, "They don't live very far away.  If I call them they will
come get me.  They can bring some clothes for me.  I haven't talked to them
in a couple of days.  They're probably getting worried".

   Brenda got up and went to the kitchen counter.  She returned with her
cell phone, sat, and offered it to Trudy with a very concerned look on her
face.

   Trudy quietly took the phone and leaned forward to put both elbows on
the table.  This position made her bare nipples rest on the very edge of
the table.  In the next few seconds, I watched them become erect on the
cool tiles that ran around the edges of the table.

   As Trudy was finishing pressing buttons on the phone I made a point of
staring at the freckle pattern on her cleavage, upper chest, shoulders, and
face.  I planned to do the same to her bare back at my next opportunity.  I
wanted to burn these images into my memory.  I was going to miss being able
to drink in her beauty.  But, I already knew that she was making the right
choice.  Obviously, so did Brenda.

   My wife and I silently listened to Trudy's side of the conversation.

   "Hi Alison.  It's Trudy.......  I'm fine......I'm with some new friends
who rescued me.....  Hold onto your questions.  I'll tell you both all
about it later.  I was hoping you and your Mom could come get me and bring
some clothes please......It's a long story Alison...(long pause while Trudy
just listened).....Was he mean to you?  Did he threaten you?.....(another
pause that was almost as long).....Please bring the bag.  I am anxious to
see it........  I'm going to hand this phone back to its owner.  Get
something to write with.  She'll give you the address".

   Trudy held the phone in her open hand and gently gave it back to Brenda.


   After introducing herself, Brenda asked Alison if she was ready to
write. Brenda gave her our address.  Brenda asked which way they would be
coming from.  Some info on directions was exchanged.  Lastly, Brenda read
her cell number to Alison just in case it was needed.  The call then ended.

   Without saying another word, my wife and I glared at Trudy.  She knew
what we wanted as soon as saw our expressions.

   "Alison told me that he came to their door thirty minutes ago", Trudy
began, "She told me that she was only wearing her panties when she answered
the door.  She had one forearm covering her chest.  My ex went on a vulgar
rant about my behavior running in the family".

   In the middle of it, he thrust a large bag to Alison and told her it was
for the tramp.  Even though he didn't threaten her, she said she was
beginning to get scared because his tone and angry face.  So, she grabbed
the bag and used her leg to slam the door in his face and locked it. 
Alison said that he shouted nasty things from outside the door for another
minute and then went away".

   "I like her already", I quietly commented.

   "They'll be here in about twenty minutes.  Can I take a shower please?",
Trudy asked.

   Brenda stood and took hold of Trudy's nearest hand and guided her to her
feet as well.  "I need one too", Brenda announced.  Trudy stood and let
herself be led out of the room.  That gave me my opportunity to memorize
Trudy's bare back.  At the last moment, I looked at her behind swaying side
to side as she disappeared from my sight.  What a beautiful creature.

   I looked down past my abdomen to what was between my legs.  It was
standing straight up.  I had a silent conversation with it.  'It's probably
to your benefit that she is going to live somewhere else', I thought, "You
can't have her, so it's better if the tease is gone'.

   I decided some shorts were in order.  I didn't want to scare our
visitors.  I stood and made my way to the kitchen entrance way.  As I cut
through a corner of the living room to get to the hallway, I paused. 
Jillian was seated at far end of the couch which gave me a sideways view of
her.  The lap top was straddling her bare thighs.  Her small fingers were
busy on the keyboard.

   Her head was tilted slightly forward and down to see the screen. 
Accordingly, her hair hung forward effectively creating a blind for her
peripheral vision.  All I could see of her face was the tip of her nose. 
She was oblivious to me standing nearby.  I lowered my gaze slightly at her
nipples peeking out from behind her closest girly bicep.

   I looked down at my still erect appendage and thought, 'You can't have
that one either'.  I took a few steps into the hallway.  The girl's bedroom
door was wide open.  As I passed it, I saw Sandra straightening up their
bed from their night's sleep.

   She was bent over at the waist with her behind facing the open doorway.
All of her treasures were on display.  I kept moving.  If Sandra knew that
I had seen her in that position, she would be mortified.  Especially so,
because of my state of arousal.

   I got further down the hallway.  On one side was the open doorway to my
bedroom.  On the other was the closed door to the bathroom.  From behind
the closed door, I could hear the shower running and a lot of female
giggling.  I went to put my hand on that door knob, but at the last moment
I stopped my hand.

   I thought, 'Leave them alone.  They're having fun.  My presence could
change that'.  I turned and walked into the bedroom.  I found a pair of
shorts and sat down on the bed.  I desperately thought of 'cold' things.  I
was hoping that would help me relax so that I could fit into the shorts
easier.  After a few minutes, it worked.  I dressed and went back to the
living room.

   When I arrived, Sandra was seated on the near end of the couch.  She had
the TV remote and was obviously channel surfing.  I plunked myself down
between my two step-daughters.  Within ten seconds, there was a light
couple of raps on the door.  I jumped back up.

   "I'll get it", I announced.

   I opened the door and there stood a young woman about Jillian's age.  I
greeted her and she said hello back as she switched hands to hold large
department store bag that she had.  She seemed shy.

   She said, "My name is Alison.  My Mom is in the car out front.  We're
here to pick up Trudy".

   I stepped out of the way and invited her in.  After she was clear of the
door, I closed it behind her.  I made introductions between Alison and my
step-daughters.  I encouraged Alison to sit where I was between them. 
Alison sat and put the bag on the floor between her feet.  In the back
ground from the hallway, we all heard an electric hair dryer roar to life.

   I looked at Alison and pointed towards the hallway with my thumb and
quietly said, "Trudy".

   Alison nodded.  Then she looked briefly at Jillian and also at Sandra.
Then she turned her attention back to me.

   "Why are the girls naked?", she asked seriously.

   "Sandra?", I began as the twenty year old looked up at me, "Please
explain that answer to Alison while I go tell Trudy that her ride is here".
Sandra swallowed hard, but she turned towards Alison and began explaining
the first day that they arrived.

   I went down the hallway to the closed bathroom door and rapped loudly to
over come the sound of the hair dryer.  The hair dryer stopped.  The door
opened a crack.  Brenda peeked at me through the crack.

   "No boys allowed.  Go away", she said while unsuccessfully trying to
hold back another giggling fit.  She closed the door.

   I rapped again and announced through the door that Trudy's ride was
here. I heard Trudy acknowledge that from their side before the hairdryer
resumed its noise.  I shook my head and headed back to the living room.

   There was a big surprise waiting for me there.  Alison was sitting
nonchalantly with her dress and panties draped over one forearm.

   "Are you okay?", I asked her.

   "Yes", Alison answered, "Sandra says that I'm a guest so I'm following
the rule".

   "Have you ever been nude in front of others before", I asked.

   "Yes, but that's a long story", Alison replied.

   "That's true", a wispy female voice said from behind me.

   I turned and saw Trudy approach and walk past me with her gaze intent on
the bag between Alison's feet.  Alison reached into the bag and pulled out
a neatly folded pile of a few pieces of clothing.

   "These are clean clothes from my house.  We haven't laundered what he
returned in the bag so that you could look through it first"

   Trudy put the clean clothes on and then reached for the bag and started
rummaging through it.  I watched her find her wallet.  She ran her thumb
through the cash.  Still holding the billfold, she used her free hand to
paw through the clothes at the bottom of the bag.  She turned to look at
me.

   "I'm amazed", Trudy said, "He returned everything".

   I nodded and we hugged each other goodbye.  Brenda appeared and she
received a very tearful hug from Trudy.  Alison stood and began to redress.
As we said our final goodbyes to both of them at the front door, Brenda'
cell phone jingled from the kitchen.

   Jillian tossed the lap top onto the open space in the middle of the
couch and ran to the kitchen like an Olympic track and field athlete.  As I
closed the front door behind the departing ladies, Jillian appeared in the
kitchen entrance way with Brenda's cell held close to her ear.  She was
doing more listening than talking.

   "In an hour and a half?", she questioned out loud while searching for my
eyes.  I nodded consent.  Jillian answered, "Okay, my Dad wants to be with
me.  Is that agreeable?".  After a pause, Jillian then said 'goodbye' and
ended the call.

   Jillian began bouncing up and down with joy.  "That was Knude's manager.
I have an interview with him and the head of security in 90 MINUTES!!", she
squealed loudly hopping up and down with more energy.

   "Where?", I asked.

   Jillian gave me the name of the hotel that Knude was staying at.

   "That's an hour of driving time if the traffic is light.  We should
leave earlier than that in case there is heavier traffic.  You and I have
ten minutes to get ready", I warned.

   Brenda grabbed her youngest daughter's free hand and literally dragged
her down the hallway while she shouted, "Hurry and I'll help you".

   I walked to my bedroom, picked out a decent looking shirt, slipped on
some athletic shoes, combed my hair, and declared myself 'ready' to my
image in the mirror.  As I left my bedroom, I could hear water running in
the bathroom and other sounds that led me to believe that frantic activity
was going on in there.

   But, within those ten minutes, we were on our way out the entrance door.
Jillian was dressed the way that Abbey proposed with nothing between the
tiny t-shirt and the sandals.  Jillian seemed unashamed.  When she wasn't
looking, I shook my head in disbelief.

   Traffic was light.  I made good time without bending the speed limit too
much.  We were a few minutes early.  The manager took us to his make-shift
office right away.  Seated inside was the large security man that had
patted my back at the festival.  He met my eyes and nodded in approval to
show that he recognized me.

   I guided Jillian to seat herself in the chair in front of the manager's
desk.  I sat off to the side to listen.  The manager started by praising
Jillian for her outfit.  He went on to express that they had interviewed
other candidates, but announced right away that Jillian's would be the last
interview.

   The manager said, "The job is yours if you accept its description.  That
is because Abbey wants you for this job.  The twins actually have all the
power, not me.  But, they usually head my advise.  That's why we're here".
You'll be doing a wide variety of tasks from laundry to makeup to answering
fan mail".

   "The twins always listen to Shane and his team", the manager said while
pointing to the large security man.  Shane made that mandatory in accepting
the job.  Shane is an ex-Navy Seal and only hires over qualified people to
be a member of his security team.  The entire team is very expensive.  But,
they are worth it.  The twins are quite valuable right now.  Would you like
to say anything Shane?", the manager queried.

   Shane stood up and looked sternly at Jillian.  He began, "If you accept
this position, I will be responsible for your well being.  You will travel
with the twins in their motor home.  The driver will be a female member of
my team.  A security person will be assigned to you when you need to
perform tasks away from the group.  For your safety, you will be required
to follow instructions from the security team at all times".  Shane sat
back down.

   The manager said, "That was blunt, but I know that he means it.  We
don't have much time ,so I need an answer Miss".

   Jillian turned to me with her hands clasped together as if she was
praying.

   Without looking away from my daughter's face, I quietly said, "She'll
take the job"

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