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 Author: Jack Spratt
Title: Jack Spratt's Ashton Stone - Caught in the Trap
Summary: Ashton Stone's life hasn't improved.  As much as he tries, the
events during his visit to the mountain cabin will not go away.  His editor
sees to that.  His social life continues to improve to the point of
securing new digs.  Teneil and her sisters, Jayden and Mavis, are part of
the scenario.  Add several other beautiful females, of varying ages, and
you get the picture of Aston's demanding times.  This is part three of a
Series
Keywords: MffF con

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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Story Codes: M/ff/F con

   Date of first publication: Monday, December 13, 2004

   Story Intro: Ashton Stone's life hasn't improved.  As much as he tries,
the events during his visit to the mountain cabin will not go away.  His
editor sees to that.  His social life continues to improve to the point of
securing new digs.  Teneil and her sisters, Jayden and Mavis, are part of
the scenario.  Add several other beautiful females, of varying ages, and
you get the picture of Aston's demanding times.  This is part three of his
adventures.  Enjoy!!

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   Ashton Stone - Caught in the Trap

   Another Story By

   Jack Spratt

   Third part of a Series
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   The sequel to Ashton Stone - The Reluctant Hero, and second in the
series. 
******************************************************************* Special
thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing. 
******************************************************************* If you
haven't read "Ashton Stone - A Flash in the Night" followed by reading
Ashton Stone - The Reluctant Hero ", please read them first.  - George
Davis ******************************************************************
Story intro from Editor: Ashton Stone, the much-maligned person, by his
accounts, is now caught up in not one, but three intrigues.  A slight
deviation happens as an older woman, or two, happens into the scene and
complicates matters.  And Bob, his wonderful boss, has a surprise for him.
With all of Jack's stories, there is always a twist at or near the end. 
-George Davis
****************************************************************** Our hero
is still protesting all the way, and as usual, Jack has added another
twist. - George Davis

   **************** **************** **************** This shouldn't happen
to anyone, least of all me.  Two months ago, my life was predictable and
mundane; I worked, went home, slept and then returned to work.  Now all I
can think of is Teneil and Jooli.  Jooli, my assistant, and now one of my
constant desires, everyday she's in my face: smiling, reminding me
constantly of the wonders we both enjoyed.  Teneil, the little minx from
the cabin, need I say more?  My life has been turned upside down.  And now,
Teneil's sisters, Jayden and Mavis, are in the mix.  Jayden, a very
beautiful and provocative young lady, has my nuts in a vise.  She knows the
extent of my relationship with her sister.  The telephone conversation
started like this.

   **************** **************** ****************

   "Hello."

   "Hello, Ash, this's Jayden Tone-Pah.  Mavis and I know everything about
last night and what happened at the cabin."

   For some reason, the hair on my back stands on end.  I've a very ominous
feeling about this.  But I've presence of mind not to lose my cool.  If she
really knows something, she'll tell me.

   "You mean about our interview and the dinner last night?"

   "No, I mean what you and my sister did after dinner at your apartment.
We know all about it."

   "Just what do you mean?"

   "When she left with you she was wearing matching maroon panties and bra.
She had made a point of showing both of us how sexy she looked.  When she
came home she had on white panties.  Can you tell me where her maroon
panties with the white lace are?"

   Silence's golden.  Where's this leading?

   "Mavis and I met her at the door to have her tell us every detail that
happened.  We watched the interview on television.  She really looked very
beautiful and confident.  She was just bubbling with joy.  We all ended up
in the bathroom.  When she undressed, we noticed the different panties and
when she slid them off, gobs of your semen started seeping from her and
running down her thighs.  I have her panties in a Ziploc bag: it has me
wondering what mom and dad would say?"

   "I should say I don't know what you are talking about."

   "But, you won't because both Mavis and I are curious."

   "Curious about what?"

   Staring into space, the only sound is the rhythm of Jayden's breathing
on the other end of the line.  My question to her must have her thinking or
confused.  She seemed so sure of herself.

   "Why is Teneil so happy after seeing you?  She has been down in the
dumps since she returned from those two weeks with you at the cabin.  When
the interview was arranged and after you called, she lit up like a person
possessed.  She's floating on air.  Tonight she seems in a very happy
trance.  How do you make girls feel like that?"

   "I guess I'm fun to be with."

   "We both know it's more than that, I have her panties as proof.  The
gobs of white semen are dry now just a crusty mess on the crotch, but I'm
sure mom and dad will know what it is."

   "Are you blackmailing me?"

   "Of course I am, for Mavis and me."

   "What is your price to give me Teneil's panties?"

   "You mean the ones with your gobs of dry cum on them?"

   What do kids learn in school these days?  It's apparent she knows she
has me over a barrel.  Now all we've to decide on is the price of her
silence for my transgressions.  My body has already come up with a
solution, as my hard-on will attest.  Both young ladies are very attractive
and, if she's half as interested in sex as her sister, she'll be great in
bed.  Mavis is another matter.  Will she be able to accept me?  I can bring
her to heights with my tongue, but will it be possible to enjoy her body?

   "What's your suggestion for remuneration?"

   "Remuneration?  What do you mean?"

   "What's your price for her panties?"

   "Oh, why didn't you say so without the big words?  We've discussed it
and want to be taken out for dinner like Teneil and then, afterwards, you
can show us what you did to her."

   "And how do you plan to arrange that?  I don't think your parents will
just let me call and take you out without wondering why."

   "That's no problem; Teneil will talk to dad and get him to agree.  He
likes her."

   "But I thought he was ready to tan her hide after the last stunt."

   "He may act like a tyrant, but he dotes on Teneil.  I think it is
because she's so defiant it reminds him of himself as a youngster. 
Granddad has lots of stories about dad and not too many are about the good
things he'd done.  She'll make it work because she wants to go out with you
again."

   "So, when would I get the panties?"

   "At the end of the evening, after both of us have enjoyed what you did
to Teneil.  Can you make us both feel as satisfied as Teneil in one
evening?"

   I had thought of that as well; how to maximize the enjoyment of the
company of the young preteens.  A separate night, for each of them, would
be the best.

   "It'd likely be better if there're two dinner dates; but, I will let you
work that out with your sisters.  When will you call me again?"

   "I'm sure Teneil will call you after she hears what we did."

   The giggles in the background tell me Mavis has been listening to the
conversation.  It would appear they haven't hit Teneil with their sinister
plan.  There'll be some threats of bodily harm; but, before I can say
anything additional, the sound of the dial tone tells me Jayden has broken
the connection.

   Now, the feeling of impending doom is stronger than ever.  This must be
payment for my thoughts of Mavis last night.  My dreams are about to turn
to reality, unless her parents get wind of what is actually going on.

   Finishing my housework, the laundry is next on my list.  As much as I
would love to have kept the sheets with Teneil's love spots on them; they,
and the ones I replaced last night, are my only sheets.  I could always buy
more sheets, but how many sets of sheets does a person need?  My apartment
has never been a priority in my life.  If my social life continues to pick
up, something will have to be done to bring it up to snuff; actually, a
move would be the best for more space.  If my bedroom is going to be a sex
haven, it has to be upgraded.  My only chair, with the loose spring, should
have been replaced ions ago.

   With that thought, I grab the newspaper and review apartments to rent.
The only reason I live in this dump is its cheap and, since my social life
has been non-existent, there was no need to think about appearances. 
Rentals in the outside world have changed drastically since moving here. 
There's only been one rent increase in four years and it was minimal.  From
the rentals listed in the ads, this place is a super bargain.  There're
three floors, two apartments to a floor: in four years, I've seen two of my
neighbors three times.

   An ad for a two bedroom catches my eye, although the rent seems out of
this world.  Calling the listed number I get an appointment for viewing at
three today.  One of the things that appeals to me are it's only three
blocks from the paper, I could walk.  The timing allows me to do the
laundry and then swing over to view it.

   With the down side of the conversation with Jayden dissipating, that the
feeling has been replaced by the thoughts of seeing Mavis spread-eagled on
my bed, inviting me to entice her into the realms of sex.  That thought has
me sporting a hard-on.  The more the desire clouds my mind, the more Jooli
Kim comes into the picture.  Should I call her for a date?  Will she be
receptive?  My need for relief gives me the courage to call.  She answers
after the third ring.

   "Jooli, its Ash."

   "This is an unexpected pleasure.  I was hoping you would call."

   A feeling of exhilaration runs through my body and ends up at the head
of my cock.  The queasy feeling of calling has gone and is replaced by
confidence, the result of Jooli's response.

   "You were?"

   "I've been waiting for something since you left my apartment.  Once is
not enough."

   This is getting better; my confidence level just increased one-hundred
percent.  Makes me feel good to know I did something right for a change.

   "I wanted to call; but, you know my reputation with women."

   "What reputation?"

   "That's what I mean.  I've never been a ladies' man."

   "Something I and the other girls on the news floor could never
understand.  I'm not the only one that has eyes for you, but I shouldn't be
telling you that."

   In all my time with the paper, I've never looked at any of my fellow
employees with any thoughts other than work.  Thinking about it now,
there're a number of young women ranging from eighteen and up that're not
only attractive, but beautiful as well.  Shit, I'm really an idiot.

   "You wouldn't want to enlighten me on whom you are talking about, would
you?"

   "You didn't call me to ask me that."

   "No, are you available for dinner tonight?"

   "Of course I am, as long as we're done before eight."

   "Don't tell me, another football game?"

   "We can watch in the bedroom."

   My imagination has her in her chemise, her body ready for me.  She can
watch the game while I'll watch her.

   "I'll call `Frank's Bistro' for a reservation, say six?"

   "I'll be at the door waiting."

   **************** **************** ****************

   Since my adventure with Teneil, everywhere I go my eyes are like radar
seeking out all females, young and old; but, after Teneil, my choice is
young teens.  At the Laundromat, it's no different.  Before, I would load
the washers, plunk myself down in front of them, and read a couple of back
issues of the Bayfield Chronicle.  Hell, the building could have been
burning and my reading would have continued.  Now, my gaze is searching for
any female, the younger the better.  Off to my left, a very shapely young
woman is sorting her clothing for the wash and has set an impressive pile
of dainty underclothing to one side.  Thongs, bikinis and bras of varying
colors are accumulating.  The bra cups indicate she has a very sizable
superstructure, which her sweatshirt camouflages completely.  I can't help
but notice the crotches on the darker colored panties are all showing signs
of wrinkles and dried pussy juice or more.  My investigative mind has me
assuming she is a very sexual woman.  She turns and notices me staring; her
face turns crimson as she realizes part of her sex life has been exposed to
a stranger.  She looks totally embarrassed and blathers.

   "I am sorry; I should have sorted my clothes at home."

   "There is nothing to be sorry about.  If you had come a bit earlier you
would have caught me sorting my shorts as well."

   This brings a weak smile; she's a very striking woman and, when first
spotting her, considered her of either Spanish or Italian background.  Her
complexion is glowing, her olive toned radiant skin; but, after her
comments, her voice has a very distinctive European accent, perhaps one of
the Slavic countries.

   "I always feel embarrassed when doing the laundry, if there are others
close to me."

   "Don't let me bother you."

   She looks at me and smiles, showing perfect white teeth.  It is hard not
to stare.  Her lips are full and coated with a dark maroon lip gloss.  My
thoughts are a direct result of my growing erection, wondering how they
would taste.  Then, another voice brings me back to the present.

   "Anneke, aren't you done yet?"

   The voice originates from a smaller version of the first young lady; it
has to be a younger sister, as the older version is too young to have a
daughter that old.  Now my hard-on is in full bloom.  Fortunately I'm
sitting down.  Like her sister, she has the same full lips and her dark
glowing hair is in a very provocative pony tail.  She looks at me and a
flash of recognition comes to her eyes.  She turns to her sister and
whispers.

   "Anneke, do you know who that guy is?"

   Those beautiful brown eyes are diverted to look at me again, and then a
quizzical look fills her face.

   "No, I don't think so.  Should I?"

   "He is the reporter that saved that young girl in the mountains;
remember we watched him and the girl on the Dahbia Sidhoum Show on KWTZ."

   Then a glint of recognition flicks on her face.

   "You're Ashton Stone from the Chronicle."

   "Guilty as charged."

   "We are pleased to meet you!  It was a wonderful thing you did, saving
that young girl."

   "It wasn't all that much.  The paper is good at making mountains out of
mole hills."

   "No, I watched the show; the young girl seemed very impressed with you."

   "Thank you."

   "I'm Anneke Ketpratsart and this's my sister Sukanya."

   Shaking her hand, which is soft but firm, gives me an opportunity to
actually look at her without giving the impression of staring.  She's very
beautiful, in an erotic sort of way, and her young sister is a knockout. 
The sister is dressed in the current fashions of a tailored T-shirt and low
rider jeans, exposing a large expanse of beautifully toned, bare skin, and
the preverbal cell phone hanging off her belt.  The T-shirt confirms she is
going to develop a very interesting superstructure that will match her
sister in a few years; but, currently what is protruding isn't helping my
hard-on.  Her nipples are very prevalent.  Her hand is soft, like her
sisters, but she managers to get one of her fingers between two of mine and
rubs it back and forth on my palm just as our hands separate; it's a very
deliberate move.  The look on her face is defiant and daring.

   "I'd love to hear all about what you did to keep your mind off the
situation you were in.  Wasn't it scary, not knowing what would happen?"

   "No, that was all sensationalism by the copy writers; we were never in
any danger."

   "I would still love to hear more about it."

   "Sukanya, leave the man alone, Mr.  Stone's a very busy man."

   "Yes, really busy, sitting in a Laundromat waiting for his clothes to
dry.  But, if you're really interested, it would be my pleasure to tell you
over a coffee.  Benny's next door isn't that bad."

   "Can we Anneke?  I really want to hear more."

   After the washing is in the dryers, the three of us go to the coffee
shop; me following the two sisters.  From behind, they both show a lot of
promise.  Sukanya seems to sway her bottom just a little more than
necessary, but both are shapely and well formed.  Their jeans are buried
deep in their ass cracks.  It's a good thing I am in the rear trying to
camouflage my tent.

   Benny's is an old-fashioned shop that still has four booths along one
wall.  With the coffees in hand, the girls slide into one side and me in
the other, so we are facing each other.  We have about twenty minutes
before the drying is complete.  I embellish the story they read with some
of the small things that happened during the two weeks.  Both girls listen
intently as I relate the adventure.  During the interchange, I learn Anneke
is nineteen and going to college with the hopes of becoming a lawyer. 
Sukanya's twelve, but with her makeup, and clothing, looks much older. 
Every time I look at her she's staring at me with that defiant smile;
numerous times I undressed her in my mind.  Anneke looks at her watch and
mentions we should be going back, but before sliding out, I feel a foot
running up my leg and stopping at my cock.  It's Sukanya; the look on her
face is rebellious as if she's daring me to say something.  I can feel her
toes trying to close in on the head of my cock.

   "Thank you for the coffee and the interesting antidotes about your
ordeal.  Both Sukanya and I enjoyed it."

   "Yes, I certainly did.  That young girl certainly was lucky that you
came along.  I'd love to spend two weeks in the bush with you."

   "Sukanya, you're such as hussy!  That is why I don't like taking you
with me, you keep embarrassing me.  I'm sorry about that, Mr.  Stone."

   Later as I watch both of them leave the Laundromat, Sukanya turns to
give me a look that causes my spine to tingle.  Now that's one young lady I
would love to see naked in my bed.  She's built for loving.

   *********************************************************

   Hell, I'm late, my appointment is at three.  With all the laundry piled
in the Yukon, I fight the Saturday traffic.  Finding the address is simple,
the building towers into the sky with twelve floors, finding a parking spot
is not.  I finally find a parking spot on a side street, and arrive at the
Superintendent's office ten-minutes late.  The door opens as soon as I
touch the buzzer.

   "Hello, I'm Ashton Stone.  Sorry I'm late, but parking around here's a
bitch."

   The Superintendent is an attractive mature woman; the first thing I
notice is no rings.

   "Hello, I'm Maureen McGee.  You're from the Chronicle, aren't you?  I
saw you on television."

   How many people watch that stupid program?  The only time I ever watch
it is by mistake when I'm channel surfing and see Dahbia's beautiful face.
One of these days I'm going to have to find the courage and ask her for a
date.

   "Yes, if you're referring to Dahbia Sidhoum's Program from KWTZ."

   "I watch her every night.  She's beautiful don't you think?"

   Maureen has stepped out into the hall, allowing me a full view of her.
She's majestic in her appearance: mature, but well nurtured with exercise
and diet.  Her skin is radiant, makeup flawless.  She's wearing a business
suit that has to have been tailored to fit as it does.  She, too, is a
beautiful woman.

   "She's attractive as is my present company."

   Her look is devastating, causing me to wonder if I overstepped my
bounds; then, a radiant smile fills her face.  She turns and I follow.  Her
long willow legs are encased in nylons, her heels are four inches at least,
and her strides are measured and smooth.  Her perfume blankets me, a
haunting scent.

   "Where did you see our ad for apartments?"

   "The Chronicle.  This morning over coffee an urge came over me to move.
My apartment isn't much bigger than a phone booth."

   "We don't rent to just anyone, Mr.  Ashton.  Our tenants are many of
Bayfield's up and coming people."

   "I only responded to your ad today.  Are you saying I don't meet your
requirements?"

   "Heaven forbid!  I didn't say that!  I was just pointing out that if you
did grace us with your presence, you will find it very quiet in the
building.  Come, the vacancy is on the eleventh floor."

   The elevator is rated for one thousand pounds or six passengers; as it
is, there are only the two of us and we're standing side by side, very
close side by side.  Her perfume is a very pleasant aroma, fruit based with
some floral scent thrown in.  My angle of sight gazes over her ample bosom
that's encased in a body hugging white blouse.  Being this close to her
gives me the urge to reach out and touch someone.  Maureen is very
appealing, in spite of her maturity.

   The elevator stops, the door opens, and I follow her classic swaying
hips down the hall.  What wonders are hidden underneath that business suit?
She stops at 1104, opens the door, and waves me in.  The apartment faces
the east.  The sun is still prevalent, filling the apartment with natural
light.  The wall colors are all neutral, which really doesn't matter
considering my furniture is early Salvation Army.  The main bedroom is
bigger than my current apartment.  Hell, the bathroom is even bigger than
my apartment.  The kitchen is more than ample, as I very seldom eat at
home. This would be a great place for entertaining.  My mind has it
furnished with Mavis Tone-Pah, slowly undressing.  Then Miss McGee brings
me back.

   "Well, what do you think?  Would it satisfy your needs?"

   "If you saw where I am living you wouldn't need to ask that question."

   "To finalize it, we have to fill out the lease, or do you want to think
about it?  I can't guarantee how long it will be available, as there is
another couple viewing it at five."

   "Well, if you'll have me, I'll take it.  Let's get the papers filled
out."

   Twenty minutes later, two thousand dollars poorer, I have keys for my
new abode and a garage door opener for the underground parking.  Tomorrow,
I'll have to find some furniture.  Miss McGee suggested I call before the
movers come to ensure the freight elevator is available.  Her handshake is
firm and her stare deliberate.  For years I've been walking around with my
head up my ass not seeing what has been obviously in front of me; since
Teneil, every woman I see is now sized up for her potential.  There aren't
many that don't have potential.

   After a quick trip home, showering and changing, I reach Jooli's at five
forty-five.  She must have been watching because she is walking to the curb
as I pull to a stop.  Her outfit is a sensation; it's in a Chinese motif,
hugging her slight, but shapely, body.  She stops long enough to let me
drool and then lets herself in.

   "Do I pass muster?"

   "Are you sure you want to go and eat?"

   My grin must challenge that of the Cheshire cat in Alice in Wonderland.
All my attention has been transferred to the head of my cock.  The last
thing I'm thinking of is food.

   "I didn't get dressed up for you just to go back to the apartment and
undress me.  You can do that later, after you feed me."

   The dinner is great, as usual; Frank's staff has never disappointed. 
After mentioning the new apartment, Jooli tells me she can get me a deal on
my furniture.  She stops in the middle of dessert, pulls out her cell and
calls.

   "Hello, Melonee?"

   Being privy to only one side of the conversation, I watch and wait. 
Jooli grabs her purse, pulls out a pen and starts writing on a napkin. 
Having so much on my mind before meeting Jooli, I completely forgot to
bring the tools of the trade: my notepad and three pens.  Jooli's earrings
have my attention.  They are long and dangly, swaying as she moves her head
ever so slightly.  They've a hypnotic effect on me.  Finally, she hangs up.

   "Okay, this's what we have to do; we need the measurements for all the
rooms and all the window measurements for the window dressings.  She'll
meet us at two tomorrow.  If the items are in stock, she can have the
delivery completed by twelve Monday.  That'll include having the drapes
hung and all the furniture in place.  You do have bed linen, don't you?"

   "Yes, of course.  What do you take me for?"

   "Well . . ., it doesn't matter.  Your new bed will need new linens too."

   Then, after thinking of what she just said I asked, "We?"

   "Of course!  I want to see your new digs.  I can only imagine what your
current apartment looks like."

   "If you can imagine that, you've not lived an affluent life."

   Her laughter reverberates through my ears and her moist mouth is calling
me.

   "Are you finished with dinner?  May I offer you an aperitif?"

   "As you know, there is everything at the apartment, unless you want one
here?"

   "Are you kidding?  Let's go."

   As we approach her building, she draws out the remote from her purse and
the massive doors open to the parking garage.  She directs me to park in
the spot beside hers.

   "The lawyers never come in on Sunday.  If they do, they can park in the
other spots.  One of the perks of owning the building is I make the rules."

   In the apartment, the first thing that happens is turning on the wide
screens in both the entertainment area and her bedroom.  At the very well
stocked liquor cabinet, she opens the door and waves her hand.

   "Make what you desire; I'll have a glass of the red wine."

   As the door to the bathroom closes, I make myself a Black Russian and
pour her a glass of wine.  It isn't long before the door opens and Jooli
returns, wearing a sheer white robe.  Her bra and thong are evident, my
mouth is hanging open.  Her knowing smile tells me she has gotten the
desired reaction from me.

   "Shall we retire to the bedroom and get comfortable."

   Comfortable in this case is naked on the bed.  By the time her robe
slides off her shoulders to the floor, I'm undressed and standing in front
of her looking like an idiot, my cock bouncing up and down in its full
glory.  Jooli's eyes are diverted to that part of my body; a smile breaks
on her face.

   On the bed, I take my time removing her bra, then her thong.  The thong
is buried in her swollen love lips, the crotch drenched with her ample
pussy juice.  Leaning over her prone body, her sexual scent rises to my
nostrils and ends up at the end of my cock.  Kissing her lips, she gives me
her wine tasting tongue, working my way down and stopping at her diamond
hard nipples, manipulating them with my mouth rewards my efforts with
satisfied moans of pleasure.  Next stop is her prominent belly button.  My
attack has her squirming like a fish on a line.  Her belly button is very
ticklish.  Finally, at her love lips, I stop and enjoy the scent.  Since my
bouts with Teneil, I now appreciate the fine distinct scent of an aroused
woman.  Jooli's sexual bouquet, combined with her perfume, is a celebration
of scent.  My first kiss on her pubic area is her clitoris.  Not the
largest in the world; but, it is the most sensitive part of Jooli's body.
Working it with my tongue brings her first climax, her body convulses with
uncontrollable movements.  She lifts her knees to give me better access to
her pussy, but her very taunt rosebud is also exposed.  It's a small
beautiful cleft in her ass crack, bordered by a thin brown rim, slightly
darker than her skin.  When the tip of my tongue touches her, she goes
wild. I can't believe the reaction.  Curious, I manipulate her cheeks
spreading them for better access to her tight opening.  This time when my
tongue touches her asshole, she digs in her heels to raise her hips giving
me a better angle to her anus.  Her body shudders with a climax.  That is
one sensitive asshole.  She reaches down and lifts my head.

   "You have found my Achilles Heel."

   "What do you mean?"

   "As a little girl, experiencing the wonders of finding all the enjoyable
things about my body, I discovered very early the marvelous feelings of my
bum hole.  In the bathtub when I masturbated, I would always have a brush
handle or something in my ass.  I nearly got caught the first time: I had a
small bath brush handle deep in my ass and when I came I yelled.  Mom
thought I hurt myself and tried to come in, but I had the sense to lock the
door that day.  At night, I often fell asleep with something tucked deep in
my asshole.  I used a lot of hand cream in my younger days.  I still love
things in my ass; but, I've graduated to KY Jelly and butt plugs.  Over the
years, I've collected a large number of butt plugs.  That is my secret. 
What is yours?"

   All I could think of is Teneil, and the carnal knowledge I have of her,
and currently the desire to enjoy Mavis and Jayden; then, the thought of
the young lady I met this morning, Sukanya Ketpratsart, she would be a
welcome addition to my life.

   "Well, I've nothing so daring.  I guess me waking up and noticing you is
the best thing that happened recently."

   Jooli sits up and kisses me, her hand finds my cock.  Her touch nearly
has me explode.  There's a noise on the television as her favorite team
scored.  She looks at me longingly, then I watch her pile the pillows and
lean over them on her tummy, her beautiful bum is up in the air, her legs
spread exposing her asshole.  At this angle, I can eat her asshole while
she enjoys the game.  That is what happens for the next hour.  Every few
minutes her body would tighten and shudder as she climaxes.  Spreading her
cheeks caused the opening to easily expand.  I could actually stick part of
my tongue in about an inch.  Looking up at the screen, the game is over. 
On my knees behind her, my cock at her anal opening and I easily slide into
my balls.  Jooli finally realizes what has happened and pushes back against
me.  That is how I came; buried deep in her asshole, my balls bouncing off
her pussy lips as I pump to my heart's content.

   Withdrawing my shrinking warrior, I enjoyed the wonders of her stretched
asshole, the beauty of the opening slowly shrinking.  It will not be the
last time I enjoy Jooli anally.  Falling asleep in a spoon fashion is also
the way we woke.

   "Ash, I have to shower."

   "That's a good idea.  We don't have to see your friend until two: I'm
sure we can think of something to while away the time."

   ************************************************************

   Jooli surprises me.  She sits on the throne and let it go; a thick
stream of dark yellow pee flows from her beautiful pussy.  This's the first
time I've seen a female pee, it's very erotic.  However, watching her pee
has given me the urge as well.  She daintily dabs her pussy with tissue,
gets up and flushes.  She turns and looks at me.  Moving to kiss her, she
moves her head sideways.

   "Morning breath."

   There's no doubt about it, I have to go pee.  With the hard-on I'm
sporting the only way to make sure I don't make an embarrassing mess is to
get on one knee and force my tool downwards and let go.  The force of the
pee hitting the water makes foam, but the relief is instantaneous.  Looking
up, Jooli is staring at my cock and the results.

   "That is the first time I've seen a guy pee on his knees.  That's sexy."

   "Not as sexy as watching you pee.  Why do you think I'm so hard?"

   "I was hoping it was because you want to fuck me."

   "That too."

   Showering with Jooli is not easy, all I wanted to do was put my cock in
one of her openings.  Each time she leaned over, it looked like she was
offering me her asshole.  She kept whacking away my attempts to penetrate.
Watching her douche really gets me rangy.  All I could think of is how her
pussy is so kissable.  She wouldn't let me do that in the shower.  Finally,
out of the shower and drying, she gives me a guest pack consisting of
razor, toothpaste, and toothbrush.  At the duel sinks, I scrap off my
beard, as best I could; blade razors are not my thing.  Then, after
brushing my teeth, naked Jooli is in my arms kissing me.  Even stripped of
her makeup, and all the other items to enhance her natural beauty, she's
gorgeous.

   "Now to fucking, then we'll have breakfast."

   Following her naked body back to the bedroom, I'm so thankful of Teneil
making me realize what I've been ignoring all these years.  Jooli jumps in
bed, legs spread inviting me to join with her.  What really makes me wonder
is how she enjoys my body covering her top torso so completely.  My tool
easily slips into her.  What she can do with her vaginal muscles should be
a required course for all girls.  With my eyes closed, I enjoy the feeling
of her gripping my cock.  Images of the young girls pop into my mind, and
then I feel embarrassed.  After minutes of mutual enjoyment, Jooli taps my
shoulder.

   "Ash, I want you take me in the ass again.  You have no idea how good
that makes me feel.  Do you mind?"

   "Mind?  Hell no!  I enjoy being with you anyway you will have me."

   With my cock maxed out in her anal passage, Jooli makes sounds like
she's approaching an organism?  Pacing myself to make sure of no premature
ejaculation, I listen intently to her panting.  When she freezes and takes
a deep breath that's the sign.  As she tightens her grip on my love muscle,
she cums with a great exhaust of her breath, my sperm pours into her.  We
both collapse.

   "Thank you; hell, that feels so good!"

   After breakfast, it's time to leave to go to the apartment and take the
measurements, and then see her friend in the furniture business.  A large
roll up door blocks the entrance to the garage, which is underground. 
Aiming the remote at the entrance, the door lifts and we drive downwards.
The area is well marked and we find my unit number on the fourth level.  It
must have been a hellva big hole when this unit was built.  The elevator is
close to my parking space.  It appears each level has four parking spots
for guests.  Grabbing the pad and tape that I carry in the glove
compartment, we head for the elevator.

   Surprisingly, Jooli likes the apartment; considering hers has at least
four times the space.  In a relatively short time, we have all the
necessary measurements.  In the kitchen, curiosity gets the better of me
and I check the refrigerator and stove, not that I am proficient at
cooking; but, just to see what they look like inside.  The refrigerator is
very clean and running quietly, the stove is the self-cleaning type and is
naturally as clean as the rest of the apartment.  The cupboards are clean,
but empty.  The empty refrigerator and cupboards remind me to make a list
for the necessary items.  There are telephone jacks in every room, another
thing I have to do . . .  change the telephone service.

   It turns out that Melonee, Jooli's friend works at a very exclusive
store.  They've been a large advertising client of the Chronicle for years.
This's a first for me.  The store is massive with numerous complete room
displays.  Just looking at the prices makes me feel ill.  What started out
as a means of getting more space to entertain my young friends could
bankrupt me.  Jooli spots Melonee and, between the two of them, they manage
to get each other's attention.  Melonee is no slouch in the beauty
department.  She has an animal magnetism about her, which all men she comes
in contact with soon realize.  She is dressed to the nines, long beautiful
legs supported by four-inch heels.  The look of a professional, confident
sales person beams through her smile.  She has my stomach in knots and I
haven't even met her.

   "Melonee, meet Ashton Stone, my boss."

   "You're the reporter that saved that young girl.  I'm very glad to meet
you.  I saw you on the Dahbia Sidhoum Show.  That was a heroic thing you
did.  I followed your exploits everyday while you and the youngster were
trapped on the mountain.  She was fortunate that you found her."

   Am I ever going to live that down?  Don't any of the people in Bayfield
watch any of the other channels?  Jooli is enjoying this as she knows how
much I despise the attention and the way the paper exploited the story;
plus, she knows my lack of actual participation at the cabin.

   "Here're the measurements, Melonee; the colors are all neutral."

   She studies the measurements and then shows us three displays of bedroom
suites.  Jooli takes over and points out the one she likes and then looks
at me for confirmation.  Moving on to the living and dining/kitchen room
displays, Jooli points out what I need and I nod like a bobble head figure.
I don't know why I even came, I could have had Jooli take care of
everything and just pay the bill.  Her tastes are very good.  Two hours
later, and thousands of dollars poorer, delivery is arranged for tomorrow
at ten.  They will also put up all the necessary rods for the window
dressings.  The actual window dressings will be ready later in the
afternoon and will be delivered after I get home from work.  Now, all I
have to do is get what few things I own from the other apartment moved. 
Thinking about it, it is only the dishes, the chair, my television and my
personal effects; everything else was belongs to the apartment. 
Remembering that Jooli picked out the living room furnishings, hell, they
can have the chair.

   **************** **************** ****************

   The next morning I see Bob and make arrangement to take the balance of
the morning off to accommodate the delivery.  He's still exploiting the
additional coverage of the story I hoped would be yesterday's news.  The
reader reaction to the feature has to be nothing short of miraculous.  He
surprises me by telling me he has arranged an interview with Teneil and her
family later this week and I'm to do it with a full camera crew present. 
Dahbia Sidhoum and her crew will tape the event and will air it the day
after the layout in the Chronicle.  Lord, save me from Bob and all his
wacky ideas.  I want this to end and let me get my life back.  Those two or
three leads are still sitting on my desk waiting for development.  A call
to the telephone company assures me the old location will be disconnected
this afternoon and the new service will be available when I plug my phone
into any one of the jacks.

   The move goes smoother than anticipated.  The delivery people are
totally professional.  Along with the delivery people, two young ladies
accompanied them, making the bed and then making sure all the small stuff
is placed properly and working.  With the exception of a few pictures, and
my personal stuff, the place is now home.

   My landlord isn't surprised I am moving.  His only comment is he is
amazed I actually stayed as long as I did.  Finally, the Yukon is loaded.
One last look around before saying goodbye and returning the key, I find
the landlord showing the apartment to a new tenant.

   "This is Mr.  Ashton Stone, the previous tenant.  Ash, are you leaving
the chair?"

   "Yes, it is yours to do with what you want."

   "That's what I thought.  Yes, the chair goes with the apartment."

   The new tenant looks at me.

   "Aren't you the fellow from the Chronicle who saved that kid?  I read
every article and watched your interview on Television.  Keep up the good
work."

   Shit, I can't believe this, I have been working for the paper exposing
the bad guys for years and never got this much recognition; now, a human
interest story has me the talk of the town.  Go figure!

   With the Yukon loaded I return to the Chronicle newsroom, I can do a few
hours of work before the window dressings are delivered.  Jooli smiles as
she sees me enter my office and makes a point of wiggling her all too
familiar sexy butt at me.

   "You have a pile of messages on your desk; most of them want responses
yesterday."

   Quickly leafing through them, four catch my notice, and one is from
Melonee confirming the window dressings will be delivered shortly after
six. Another one is from Jayden asking me to call her tonight after eight
with a number.  And one is from a Mr.  James: in the subject line is the
word whistleblower, and the last one is from a Sukanya with a note and a
number to call.  This one has me puzzled, the spelling of the name is so
odd, and then it hits me she is the young lady from the Laundromat, instant
hard-on.  Tucking the personal ones in my wallet, I leave.  It will give me
time to pick up some groceries and be at the apartment when the curtains
arrive.

   It takes me four trips to empty the Yukon.  With the groceries put away
and the coffee perking, I arrange my personal items.  The nineteen-inch
ancient television isn't going to cut it.  It has to be twelve years old
and looks out of place in the entertainment centre designed to hold up to a
thirty-six inch flat screen unit; more money.  Hell, I've been told I can't
take it with me.  It's shortly before six and, as much as I want to call
Jayden and Sukanya, they'll have to wait until the delivery people are
gone.

   Surveying the apartment, the additional space is breathtaking.  There's
a balcony off the living room large enough for four chairs and a small
table.  The view is of the downtown area of the city.  As dusk arrives, the
bright lights of Main Street give the look of a party atmosphere.  The old
apartment view was that of a brick wall of the next building.  Relaxing in
my new chair, with a fresh cup of coffee, my growling stomach tells me the
last time it was feed is reaching ten hours.  Again, it will have to wait.
A buzzer brings me out of my trance.  A female voice on the intercom tells
me the window dressings have arrived.  Hitting the door release button
allows them access.

   When the door buzzer goes off, I am surprised to be greeted by Melonee.

   "Are you moonlighting?"

   "No, but this is on my way home.  The installers assured me everything
was ready to hang, so I volunteered.  Joan usually does this; but, she had
her son's recital to go to."

   Offering to take the thick pile of plastic covered drapes, she follows
me in.

   "Just put them on the sofa.  They are all labeled as to where they are
to be hung.  The first one is the kitchen."

   She grabs two packages off the pile and looks at me, I point to the
kitchen.  She surveys the window dressings, slips the protective cover off
and proceeds to hang them.  She is in a business suit and when she
stretches, the skirt rides up her nylon encased legs.  They are well toned
and show evidence of tanning.  She turns and, of course, catches me
staring. Her smile tells me she doesn't mind.  Following her from room to
room, and trying to help where possible, we finally end up in the bedroom.
She needs a chair to hang the drapes.  As she stretches her skirt rides to
the top of her stay-ups, exposing beautiful bare skin above the lacy tops.
One stretch gives me a beautiful view of two cheeks and the thin band of
her red thong pulled deep.  She has to know what she is exposing.  Finally
done, I rush over to help her from the chair.  The next thing I know she is
in my arms and we are staring eye to eye.  The urge to kiss her is so
strong; she must sense the attraction as her lower lip is twitching.  She
smells so good.

   As we are about to part, she leans into me and our lips touch.  That's
it!  My arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her close, and then a real
kiss.  Her lip gloss tastes fruity; her scent has me panting for more. 
When we break, she looks at me with that familiar smile on her face and,
hanging on to me, she leans back towards the bed and her body goes limp. 
Gravity does the rest; I end up on top of her on my new soft, but firm,
bed. Now on my side, still looking into each other eyes, my hands start
taking liberties; it's like they have a life of their own.

   Melonee's breasts are firm, her nipples pushing out her bra cups.  She
sits up and removes her suit jacket.  All this time we haven't said a word.
My fingers are undoing her blouse buttons and she is working on my shirt.
Now, down to her bra, a flick of my finger has it limp across her
magnificent boobs.  The more skin that is bared the stronger and more
erotic is her scent.  Finally standing, she removes her skirt and stands
before me, breasts bare, jutting, and dressed only in her thong and
stay-ups; somewhere along the way she had tossed her shoes.  I am down to
my socks in record time.  My spear is ready for action, as the tip glistens
with precum.

   On her back she spreads her legs.  Her love lips are outlined in her
thong.  A massive damp spot tells me she is as excited as I.  In moments,
her thong is lowered and she is lifting her hips to accommodate the
removal. She looks so sexy dressed in her stay-ups.  It is apparent she is
moist enough for insertion and my cock is more than ready.  Quickly, I'm in
her to the hilt.  After the mixed up day, it feels relaxing to be on top of
a willing woman.

   "I want you to know that I don't make a habit of this.  But there's
something about you; I felt it yesterday at the store."

   "I thought it was just me when you showed us the bedroom suites and my
thoughts were about seeing you on any one of them.  I don't know what it
was, but I am glad it happened this way."

   Melonee runs her hand through my hair.  Our bodies are molded together,
hardly moving, as if to savor the moment.  With the minimum of foreplay, it
feels like we have been doing this for a lifetime.  Then she starts
massaging my back, her hands running up and down my spine.  My face is
buried in her hair, breathing in the scent of her shampoo and perfume. 
Heaven has to be like this.  I could fall asleep easily.

   "Ash, I really don't want to rush, but I have another appointment in
less than an hour?"

   We both start laughing at the way she has come out with it, and then we
get down to business.  As if we have been enjoying each other for ions, the
rhythm starts and builds up to a crescendo with both us reaching our peak
at the same time.  Drained of cum, we collapse in each other's arms,
panting with exhaustion.

   "I don't know what it is Ash, but I haven't cum that hard in years."

   "We are good together."

   Watching her cover her magnificent body as she dresses has me wondering
did this actually happen?  A new apartment, with new furniture, my new
bedroom suite just christened with the company of a goddess I met only
yesterday.  Who would have thought anything like this would happen to me?
She turns and looks at me, smiling.

   "I don't want to go, but duty calls.  Call me if you find anything that
needs to be adjusted, especially the mattress.  I will make the service
call personally."

   With that, she disappears out of the bedroom and the sound of the outer
door closing tells me she has left.  Wow!  What a way to start my new life!
Then the hunger pangs hit me.  The room smells of Melonee's perfume and
strong sexual scent.  I smell like an alley cat that has just returned
after a night of successful prowling.  Slipping on a pair of shorts, I head
for the kitchen to prepare dinner, my first cooked meal in my new adobe. 
With a full stomach, I relax and let my mind relive what just transpired.

   Gradually, the glow subsides and the events of today come to play.  I
have some telephone calls to answer.  The first is to Jayden.  Dialing, I
am wondering what to say if her parents answer.  As it is, I don't have to
concern myself, as Mavis answers.

   "May I speak to Jayden?"

   "Hi, Ashton, this is Mavis.  Jayden is out, but I know what she wanted."

   "What is that?"

   "Did you know that your paper called and some guy named Bob talked my
parents into a family interview?"

   "I heard a rumor of that effect; but, I was hoping it was just a rumor.
Unfortunately, Bob is my boss."

   "Too bad it isn't.  Jayden and I have been on daddy's case ever since
you took Teneil to dinner.  We have been bugging him to take us.  Don't be
surprised if he rips into you for starting it."

   "Why are you telling me?"

   "Well, you can offer to take us out for dinner to help get us off his
back, and then you can show us what we can do while we are on our backs."

   Are all young girls this conniving?  I have to admit, it is an excellent
rouse to be allowed private time with the two girls.  Even after the
wonderful sex with Melonee, my hero is making his presence known by tenting
my shorts.

   "I don't know what you are talking about."

   "Oh yes you do!  I know where Jayden hid Teneil's panties."

   "You made your point."

   "Daddy will be calling you to confirm arrangements for the interview,
likely tomorrow.  Both Jayden and I want to hear good things after daddy
talks to you."

   After saying good night, I can't believe the hell those two are putting
their dad through just to get their own way.  I'll have to be on my toes
when Mr.  Tone-Pah calls.

   Looking at the note from Sukanya sends a shiver through my spine. 
Recalling her and her sister's haunting exotic looks gives me the willies.
What does she have up her sleeve?

   Recalling she did have a cell, I call the number and listen to the
rings. Finally, after six rings a female voice comes on.

   "Hello."

   "Hello, is this Sukanya?"

   "Hello Ashton.  I was hoping you would call."

   "Well, I always answer my messages.  What can I do for you?"

   "So formal, you weren't that formal at the coffee shop; you felt big."

   What the hell am I going to say to that comment?  A twelve year old that
I met once at a Laundromat, who played footsies with me while sitting
beside her sister, is now taunting me.  Silence in this case is golden. 
Her breathing is heavy and getting erratic.  She is obviously nervous, but
trying to get my goat.

   "Now what would your sister say if she knew you did that and then called
me?

   "I think she would be angry she didn't do it first.  You were all we
talked about after we left."

   "You're kidding?"

   "No, she thought you're cute.  Actually, she said she wished it was her
you saved and had to live with for those two weeks, instead of that little
kid.  She said she would have ways to make the time go."

   Recalling her looks and build, I could think of many ways to while away
the time; however, Teneil took care of me in ways I never thought a young
teen could.

   "When are you going to the Laundromat again?  I would like to meet with
you without my sister."

   "And why would you want to do that?"

   "I like older men."

   Her voice is changing pitch as she is getting her confidence back. 
There is no doubt in my mind I want to see her again; but, can I afford to
take the chance?  With Mavis and Jayden to contend with, do I want another
potential problem?

   "The next time I do laundry will be in a couple of weeks and it will be
somewhere downtown, close to my new apartment."

   "I don't want to wait that long.  Can I come to your apartment?"

   "Why would you want to do that?"

   "The way you looked at me when my toes touched you, you like young
girls, don't you?"

   Another loaded question and she gets more silence.  What I should do is
hang-up and have a very cold shower; but, the little voice in the back of
my mind is now interested and has taken control.

   "So, can I?"

   "Can you what?"

   "Visit your apartment, this weekend.  You want to see me, don't you?"

   Oh, yes I do!  But that is the last thing she will hear from me at this
point in the conversation.

   "I really don't think that is a good idea.  Exactly what do you have in
mind?"

   "You are really an asshole."

   Clunk, the connection is severed.  Now I am shaking, wondering what the
hell she is up too.  After a cold shower, sleep is next to impossible.  My
mind rehashes the conversation with Sukanya to make sure nothing
incriminating was said.  In the morning, I look like shit.

   The first one that sees me at the office is Jooli, full of life.  She
looks fantastic.

   "Ash, you look like a wreck; didn't your move go well?"

   "Everything went fine.  I just didn't sleep well in the new
surroundings. Anything new here?"

   "You got a call from a Mr.  Tone-Pah, he didn't sound too happy.  Isn't
that the father of the young lady you rescued?"

   The look on my face has her turn tail and leave quickly, but not before
hearing her giggle.  A large yellow post-it is stuck to my telephone with
the Tone-Pah's home number and the message, 'Call.' Mavis had warned me.

   He answers on the first ring.

   "Mr.  Tone-Pah, its Ashton Stone, you called earlier."

   "Do you know about this interview your editor talked me into with my
family?"

   "I heard about it yesterday, I want the story to die.  Really, I had
nothing to do with this family interview."

   "At least we think alike.  They have made a celebrity out of Teneil. 
She was a handful before and I can only imagine what is going to happen if
this keeps up.  And, to top it off, her sisters are driving me nuts.  Ever
since you took Teneil out for dinner that is all I have heard from her
sisters.  They want to go to that restaurant and be wined and dined too."

   "That interview is set for Friday, is it not?"

   "If I live that long."

   "Since I am partially responsible for this mess, would you allow me to
take your daughters for dinner after the interview?  Hopefully, it'll get
them off your back."

   "You would do that?  You must have the patience of Job.  Before this all
happened it was Teneil who was always in some sort of trouble; but, since
she returned from those two weeks, she has changed into a manageable child.
The problem is now her sisters have become real pains in the ass.  I've
told them we could all go out to dinner in three weeks time, but that isn't
good enough for them.  You've my blessing to take them to dinner. 
Hopefully, it'll satisfy them."

   We agreed that he would run my proposal by his daughters and he, or one
of his daughters, would call me tonight.  Since I already know the answer,
I make reservations for three for dinner.  If everything goes well, we
should be sitting down to dinner just before seven.

   Next is a chat with Bob, he has me talking with the student body at
Teneil's school and prepping for the interview with the family on the same
afternoon.  They may consider me as a miracle man, but there is no way I
can be two places at once.  This will be a small part of my revenge, as Bob
has painted himself into the preverbal corner.

   At his office, he is on the telephone, hands and mouth moving when he
hears my knock; he waves me in and indicates for me to sit while he
finishes his chat.

   "What can I do for you Ashton?"

   "You have me participating in an interview with the Tone-Pah family
Friday afternoon with Dahbia Sidhoum from KWTZ and talking with Teneil's
student body at the same time."

   As usual, Bob loves to hear his own voice: my comments go right over his
head.

   "It'll be another good Saturday feature for KWTZ with the Tone-Pah
family interview and the student body talk on Dahbia's six o'clock show and
our printed versions of the same thing, our circulation will be up again.
That mountain rest of yours was a God send."

   "Well, you have me at Teneil's school talking to the school assembly at
the same time as the Tone-Pah family interview.  I know that I'm good, but
not that good."

   The look on his face gives me reason to gloat, the two-faced asshole.

   "You should have checked my itinerary before you committed me.  I would
appreciate it if you would check with me before committing me to any more
functions.  I don't like being told to do these things.  So, next time,
ask! After you get this mess cleaned up, let me know."

   Leaving him to stew, gives me a warm feeling.

   Back at my desk, I shuffle through my notes and messages and the one
from Mr.  James tweaks my curiosity; the only message is `Whistle Blower.'
Perhaps it will give me something to think about besides young teens.

   After dialing Mr.  James's number, a young lady's voice answers: it is
an answering service.  They have sprouted up all over the area.  They are
committed to not revealing the clients information; but, they relay your
message immediately as you wait on the line.

   "Hello, is this Ashton Stone from the Chronicle?"

   "Yes, it is.  Sorry it took so long to return your call; it has been a
bit busy around here."

   "Yes, I have been following your exploits with that young lady.  That
was a courageous thing you did."

   More of the same, the only one that is happy about this is Bob.

   "What can I do for you, Mr.  James?"

   "Nothing for me exactly; but, I have some documents that may be of
interest to you."

   "What sort of documents?"

   "I really don't know, but they could be dangerous, if the author was to
find out they still existed."

   Mr.  James is talking in riddles.  He's referring to some mystery papers
that he hasn't read, but is suggesting they would be of interest to me.

   "I'm a bit confused, Mr.  James.  Why do you think they'd be of interest
to me?"

   "My profession is recycling, Mr.  Stone; fine paper to be exact.  A
number of firms and office complexes use my service to get rid of the
mounds of paper that aren't supposed to exist with the advent of computers.
That's just a myth.  Usually, I don't get involved with the pickups, but
last week one of my drivers was T-boned on the way to work and is still in
the hospital.  The temps I use didn't have a driver with the correct
license, so, I had to fill in.  At one of the stops, where most of the
refuse is fine paper, we have to load it by hand.  Not being used to the
physical aspect of the job, when I attempted to lift one bale it slipped
out of my hands and hit the cement floor bursting open.  That was the last
thing I needed.  While cleaning up the mess, four pieces of letterhead
caught my eye and what was revealed on them was frightening.  I gathered
all the same letterheads and shoved them in a bag and finished my rounds.
That was when I called you."

   "What did the letters say?"

   "I didn't read all of it; I don't want to know anymore than I do.  I
want to arrange for a blind pickup.  I don't want any notoriety for my
business.  As you can guess, Mr.  James is not my real name."

   "What do you suggest?"

   "I rented one of those lockers at the bus station and will leave the key
in that mail slot you have on the side door of your building, the one where
the local teams drop off their game sheets for the sports department.  The
locker will be rented for three days."

   "I will have them look for the key."

   "Thank you, I look forward to the expose."

   Hanging up, my curiosity is really tweaked.  What could he have read
that has him so concerned that he wants to remain anonymous?  That thought
went out the door when the telephone rang.  It is four hours later when
things slowed down.  Bob is screaming at me to file my copy for a follow-up
story on a project prior to my visiting the mountains.  Just when I thought
things were caught up, Jooli comes in with a pile of mail and dumps it on
my desk.  She smiles and wiggles her bottom at me.

   "Are you doing anything tonight?  I could use some relaxation."

   It isn't that the thought hadn't crossed my mind because every time
Jooli walks by it reminds me of the satisfying sex.  Shuffling through the
mail, an envelope with my name scribbled on it, contains something hard:
the key.

   "As good as it sounds; I have another appointment, possibly a breaking
story."

   "Well, if you get done early, call.  I will be watching the game
tonight."

   The key is to locker number ninety-three at the bus station, just four
blocks from here.

   "Jooli, I am going out for some air . . .  take my calls."

   The bus depot is busy.  There is a large bank of lockers at the rear. 
Locating the right locker, the key opens it.  A very large stuffed manila
envelope is the only item.  With it under my arm, I hurry back to the
office.  A pile of message notes are on my previously clean desk.  Whipping
through them I find one from Anneke, it has to be Sukanya's sister.  The
memories of her sexy panties and thongs bring a smile.  Did Sukanya say
something to her?  Just thinking about how delicious she and her sister
looked has my tool tweaking.  But, the envelope comes first.

   Carefully opening it, I peak in to make sure there are no granules,
white powders or whatever.  Fortunately, none of the reporters has ever
been exposed to anything lethal; but, there is always the first time. 
Dumping the contents on my desk, it appears to be letters and memos from a
well-known conglomerate in town.  They have at least a dozen business, all
using the same letterhead.  Leafing through a number of them, I can see why
the whistle blower didn't want anything to do with it.  They all refer to a
contaminated area of the city, where our brain dead council is trying to
get a multi-million dollar entertainment facility approved for financing.
It would appear that one of the contractors is proposing to ignore the
contamination and suggesting a very sizable donation would be made to a few
minor officials if all goes through.  The fact that the letterhead is the
conglomerates doesn't mean the head honchos are involved.  However, if head
honchos are involved, it will make for a very messy investigation.  The
cleanup would be costly and time consuming.  Maybe it will take the paper's
focus off me and that stupid human-interest story.  The buzzer on my
telephone rings.

   "Ash, this is Bob."

   `Brain dead Bob,' is my first thought.

   "I have called Teneil's school and changed your speaking engagement to a
week from this coming Friday.  Jooli has it and will keep it free from
anything else that may come up."

   "Fine."

   After hanging up, I re-read the memos and letters on my desk.  From what
I gather there are about six or seven people involved.  I can't believe how
stupid some people are: if you are going to be a crook as least attempt to
cover up your tracks and don't use the firm's letterhead.

   Jotting down the pertinent points, I will start my expose tomorrow.  The
draft and copies of the supporting documentation will be on Bob's desk by
noon.  Looking at Anneke's message slip, I call.  She answers.

   "Anneke Ketpratsart, may I help you?"

   "Hi, it is Ash Stone; you left a message for me."

   "It is good of you to return the call; I would like to talk to you.  I'm
in the middle of one call with one waiting.  Can I call you tonight?"

   "Not a problem, I'll be at home after six."

   After giving her my number, I gather up the letterhead from Mr.  James
and depart the building.  Stopping on my way home to pick up some fried
chicken, I can't wait to get to the apartment.  What a day!  A new project
to work on; Friday, my date with the girls . . .  there is a lot on my
plate, and now the pending call from Anneke and an invitation from Jooli.
There are just not enough hours in a day.

   My new shower is a dream, compared to the dingy one at the old
apartment. Now refreshed, I enjoy my dinner leafing through the memos and
letters trying to figure out how to approach the story.  The first thing to
get is the engineering reports and the soil tests, which should be a matter
of public record.  It'll be interesting to see what is on file for this
project.  After making an outline for the first part of the article, I
relax with a fresh cup of coffee.  Before anything is actually printed, I
have to get some supporting documentation; but, that is for tomorrow.

   The television is blipping in the background reminding me to call
Melonee to inquire about a bigger unit.  The memories of the christening of
the apartment fill my mind.  A repeat would be welcome.  The telephone
rings.

   "Hello."

   "Hi, Ash this is Anneke.  I wanted to talk to you about Sukanya.  Has
she been bothering you?"

   "No, not really.  Why do you ask?"

   "Just a feeling; she had been asking questions about you, some very
pointed, like she knows something."

   "Well, I haven't seen her since that day at the Laundromat."

   "Don't be surprised if she calls you, she can be very bold."

   "Why would she call me?"

   "Don't let her age fool you, she has grown up ideas."

   "Thank you for taking the time to inform me.  Is there anything else?"

   There is a pregnant pause, I am sure her voice changed it pitch.  After
interviewing so many people in the past, their voice pitch changes tell a
lot.  There is something else behind this call.

   "I'm embarrassed to say this; but, I really found your story interesting
about the young girl and would like to hear more.  I can't believe I said
that."

   "Don't be, you have no idea how often I have heard that since this all
started.  Maybe we could have coffee some time."

   "I would like that.  You can call me at the office during the day and my
cell in the evening."

   After giving both numbers, she disconnects.  Just the thought of seeing
her again has shivers running up and down my spine.  Tomorrow is a big day:
the start of my investigation, and the big interview with the Tone-Pah's.
Mavis or Jayden still hasn't called, odd.  Great minds thing alike, the
telephone rings.

   "Hi Ash, this is Teneil.  I wanted to speak to you before giving the
phone to Mavis.  You are taking them to dinner tomorrow after the
interview?"

   "Yes, that's the plan; it seems your sisters have been driving your dad
up a tree."

   "They've learned a lot of that from me.  I'm sorry how this has
happened. I wasn't thinking about my panties."

   "It's not something you could have anticipated."

   "Both Mavis and Jayden are looking forward to tomorrow night.  Don't be
fooled by Mavis's age: she's as big as Jayden is between her legs, and she
has more hair."

   I can hear giggles in the background; it's obvious that statement was to
shock me.  It did!  That's the last thing I expected to hear from a sister.
There are some shuffling sounds and then Mavis is on the line.

   "She's right, you know!  I'm bigger than they are.  If you like
Teneil's, you will like mine and Jayden's as well.  Dad said you
volunteered to take us to dinner."

   "I've the reservation."

   "Good.  Jayden wants to say something."

   "Ash, we're really looking forward to tomorrow night.  We convinced dad
not to expect us home till after eleven.  I'm tingling all over."

   I didn't want to tell her what this conversation is doing to me.  My
cock is hurting, pushing out against my slacks.  The interview is going to
be pure hell, looking at those two knowing what they are anticipating. 
Just as we are about to break the connection, Teneil comes on the line.

   "When can I see you again?"

   "You'll see me tomorrow, during the interview."

   "You are an asshole, Ash, you know what I mean."

   Do I attract that in women?  That is the second time a teen has said
that to me.

   "As much as I would love to see you, what reason can we use?  I can't
call you for a date.  Even your parents would question that."

   "Well, can you make plans for us to be together after school?  You could
take me to your apartment.  I need you Ash."

   "I've racked my brain trying to think up a reason for us to be together;
but, haven't been successful.  Tell your mom and dad I offered to take you
for a pizza and a movie and let me know what they say."

   "I will.  You take good care of my sisters; but, remember . . .  you're
mine, first."

   Teneil will always be first.  There's nothing I can do to thank her for
what she has done for me.  I've had more sex since meeting her than I've
had since starting with the Chronicle.  For some reason, after college my
metabolism changed to that of a monk.  The two weeks at the cabin changed
me again.

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   The big interview is this afternoon, then dinner.  And then I wonder
what will actually come out of the rest of the evening.  I know what the
girls have planned, but will it happen?

   My first stop in the morning was at city hall where I requested a copy
of the plans for the new centre.  They're available I'm told, for a one
hundred and fifty dollar fee.  The clerk gave me all kinds of excuses for
the fee; but, it is the usual cash grab.  When I ask for the soil tests as
well, she replied "twenty-five dollars more." With my one hundred and
seventy five dollars in the till, she leaves me at the counter.  With
nothing to do but wait, my renewed interest in the opposite sex has me
studying all the young women in the planning department.  A few look up and
stare at me, a sense of recognition in their faces, and then they look
down, then another sneak look at me.  Finally, one looks, smiles and asks.

   "You are Ashton Stone from the Chronicle, aren't you?"

   "Yes."

   Since she started the conversation, I don't seem to be staring at her.
She is a black woman, beautiful, her lips an amazing shade of red, her eyes
made up; she has the look of a fashion model.  It's hard to tell her age.

   "I saw you on television with that young girl.  Wow!  It must have been
scary on the mountain alone and not knowing what was going on."

   It's obvious she never thought the story through: How could the paper
get daily reports if there was no communication?  I didn't burst her
bubble. Now, a number of young woman have left their desks and are all
talking at the same time.  The majority of them are welcome to discuss the
adventure with me in private.  Finally, the young lady that took my money
comes back with a sheaf of blueprints.  She has a puzzled look on her face.

   "I am sorry sir, but I couldn't find the soil tests, the file is empty.
That is not supposed to happen.  We are allowed to copy them, but they are
not to leave the file room.  Someone is in deep shit."

   "Isn't city council supposed to have the first vote on the proposal
tonight?  How can that happen without all the reports?"

   "You are asking the wrong person.  I'm just the cashier.  Would you like
to talk to Mr.  Grant?"

   "Yes, please."

   "I'll page him."

   She picks up the telephone, pushes a number of buttons and her voice
over the P.  A.  Systems, asking for Mr.  Grant come to the front counter.
She smiles at me.

   "If he's available, he should be here shortly."

   A door closes behind me.  Looking up I see a distinguished man in a
business suit coming forward.

   "I'm Ralph Grant, how can I be of assistance?"

   "Ashton Stone from the Chronicle, I was hoping to see a copy of the soil
test for the new entertainment complex, but it seems to have disappeared."

   His face goes pale as he looks towards the cashier, with a confused look
on his face.

   "It's not where it's supposed to be, Mr.  Grant."

   "It's not supposed to leave the file room.  Would you give me a minute
Mr.  Ashton, I'll be right back."

   He hustles off in the direction of the file room.  A door slams; his
voice can be heard, rather loudly expressing his concern about the poor
filing.  Sitting down, I wait.  The beautiful young lady who had the short
conversation with me is still staring at me.  She's attractive.  She walks
up to the counter and beckons me.

   "Mr.  Ashton, I want to shake your hand.  What you did was a wonderful
thing."

   She extends her hand, which I accept, shake, and then her eyes on my
eyes.  There is something pushing into my palm, a note.  She leaves me and
returns to her desk.  Slipping my hand in my pocket to hide the note, I sit
down and wait some more.  Twenty minutes later, Mr.  Grant re-appears, not
a happy man.

   "I'm sorry Mr.  Ashton, the report has disappeared.  I had the staff
look to see if it was misfiled, but it didn't turn up.  I'll get another
copy and call you when it's ready for pick up."

   "Things like that happen.  Here's my card, just call."

   Again, he apologizes as I leave.  Isn't it coincidental the necessary
report for the building approval is missing?  If it wasn't for the
interview with the Tone-Pah's, I'd attend the council meeting.  It should
be interesting.  If Jooli is available, she can attend.  Back in the Yukon,
the note on my seat tells me all is not well at city hall.  It is
handwritten in a very flowing hand.

   `Mr.  Ashton, please call me next week.  Lia'

   There is a number and an extension.

   The interview is at four-thirty in our boardroom.  I assume Dahbia
Sidhoum, from KWTZ, will have her camera's all set up and be ready with her
questions.  On my return to the office, I ask Jooli to attend the council
meeting, and to make sure to ask for a copy of the soil tests, if she has a
chance, and if they are taking questions from the gallery to ask about the
tests.  I want their answers to be a matter of public record.

   At three thirty, a quick trip to the apartment has me showering and
dressing for dinner and back at the Chronicle just as the Tone-Pah's
arrive. Teneil rushes me and gives me a hug.  Mavis and Jayden follow.

   Mavis is dressed in a frilly dress that makes her look very young.  Her
lips have a coat of gloss and her eyes have been done; all in all, she
looks like a young Lolita.  If it was to get my interest, she succeeded. 
Jayden is the opposite: dressed in a black sheath dress, molded to her body
and her makeup makes her look older than her thirteen years.  The interview
is boring, rehashing the same thing as before; but, this time with the
family.  Mrs.  Tone-Pah surprises me; she looks like the girls older
sister, not like their mom.  It isn't hard to see where the girls got their
looks from.  All the females in the Tone-Pah family have me uncomfortable.
Finally, it's over, Dahbia thanks me for co-operating, saying she owes me.
Looking at her, I can think of a wonderful form of payment, but my mouth
remains shut.  Mrs.  Tone-Pah comes over, as well, and shakes my hand,
thanking me again for helping her daughter in her time of need.  She holds
my hand all the while we are speaking.  She looks into my eyes and smiles.
If I didn't know better, I would have thought she's flirting with me in
sight of her husband.  Just before she lets go, she gives me a longing look
and a squeeze.  It had to be done on propose.  What did it mean?

   The two girls are at my side and confusion reigns as the crew starts
dismantling the television recording equipment.  With one girl on each arm,
they pull me out of the boardroom and into the hall.

   "Let's go!  Teneil, mom and dad have left."

   Assisting both girls into the Yukon, we are off to the restaurant.  The
meal is excellent.  It is hard for me to keep my eyes off Mavis.  She looks
like a little girl.  Jayden is all woman; her movements are totally
feminine, her eyes sparkling.  Finally, the dinner is complete.  Mavis is
the hussy.

   "Quit wasting time, I want to see your apartment.  Let's get going."

   Jayden gives an artificial look of disgust.

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