Author: Jack Spratt
Title:  Jack Spratt's Ashton Stone -  The Reluctant Hero Two
Summary: Ashton Stone is dragged into the limelight after returning
from his two week tryst in the mountains.  Confused about all the unwanted
attention, he is surprised to find out it is all the work of Teneil.  His
assistant, Jooli Kim, was unwittingly an instrument in the façade.  Yes,
Ashton does get together with Teneil once more.  But, with a twist. There is
always a twist.
  
Keywords:  M/f/F con 
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   Copyright (c) 2004, Jack Spratt.  ALL Rights Reserved

   Date of first publication: Tuesday, November 23, 2004

   Story Codes: ....   M/f/F con 

   Story Intro: Ashton Stone is dragged into the limelight after returning
from his two week tryst in the mountains.  Confused about all the unwanted
attention, he is surprised to find out it is all the work of Teneil.  His
assistant, Jooli Kim, was unwittingly an instrument in the façade.  Yes,
Ashton does get together with Teneil once more.  But, with a twist. There is
always a twist.
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Ashton Stone - The Reluctant Hero

Another Story By

Jack Spratt

Second in a Series
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Special thanks to Phil Gorman 2014 for his expertise in re-editing and proofing.
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   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, Mr.  Argon from the Land Down Under
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   Special thanks to my Proof Reader, George Davis
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   The sequel to Ashton Stone - A Flash in the Night
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   If you haven't read "Ashton Stone - A Flash in the Night", please read
it first.  - George Davis

   Our hero is still protesting all the way and, as usual, Jack has added a
twist.  - George Davis

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   I still can't believe what happened to me during the last two weeks. 
Ashton Stone, the super investigative reporter for the Bayfield Chronicle,
is infatuated with a fourteen year old teen.  Not only infatuated, but has
carnal knowledge of her as well, several times, with some of the most
enjoyable sex I've ever had in my lifetime.  What a headline that would
make!  After living as close as we did for the past two weeks, I'm hooked
like one of her poor fish.  The sad part of this story is I'll likely never
see her again.  A single thirty seven year old male doesn't go sniffing
around a young teen for a date without bringing attention to himself.   I,
Ashton Stone, the crusading reporter, with so many articles under my belt
condemning anything to do with teen sex, am now bewitched by it.  This is
a catch 22 situation: damned if I do and very sad if I don't.

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

   On the Monday following my two week adventure in the mountains, you
would have thought I'd won seven gold medals at the Olympics.  Many of my
co-workers come up to me and shake my hand and congratulate me.  For what,
is a mystery?  I must be missing something.  I've been away for two weeks and
none of my current work has been really earth shaking; so, what the hell is
this all about?

   My editor comes up to me, hand extended.  Now I know there's something
fishy.

   "Hell, Ashton, even when you're supposed to be resting you're making
good copy.  What a public interest story.  Hell, even the local television
station wants to interview you."

   What the hell is going on?  Is everybody crazy or is it just me?  In my
office, my desk is covered with my mail and all the papers from the last
two weeks.  The headlines of the Sunday issue tell me the tale.

   "Bayfield Reporter and Rescued Young Girl Are Safe."

   It goes on to rehash the ordeal we had due to the storm and the road
being washed out.  Flipping through the balance of the papers, they have a
running commentary on the weather and all kinds of scenarios of what could
have possibly happened if it weren't for the heroics of their top reporter.
They make me out as the hero saving this young girl from the unknown perils
of the mountains; everything from large bears and poisonous snakes to your
imagination.  What could be further from the truth?  It was Teneil who was
the one that looked after me.  Where did they get all this trash?  The
byline is by my assistant and myself.  It seems my ghost did a lot of
writing while I was away.  Opening the intercom, I shout.

   "Jooli, get your ass in here."

   Jooli Kim is of Chinese descent, in her early twenties.  For some reason
she has never made any attempt to exploit her hidden Asian beauty, wearing
what I considered frumpy clothing, horn rimmed glasses and no make-up,
giving her a more than dowdy look.  She has been my assistant for the last
three years and has been offered other positions, but she's refused all of
them.  She likes being on top of breaking stories and is very good at her
job.  However, the crap I've been reading isn't one of them.

   "Welcome back Ash! What a two week vacation.  Have you read the entire
story?"

   Standing before me is a vision of beauty; the transition has created a
splendor way beyond my imagination.  Speechless, I can't help but gape at
the change.  I must look ridiculous sitting there with my mouth hanging
open.  Gone is the granny style clothing she has worn for years.  She's
sporting a stylish, body accenting business suit of a squishy body clinging
material.  Her make-up is flawless, something she hasn't indulged in
before, and her big sparklingly brown eyes, usually adorned with glasses,
are now sporting contacts.  Her eyes are the magnetic feature of her face.
Her lips are luscious, delicately coated with lip-gloss chosen to match the
rest of her make-up.  She notices my tongue tied stupid look, does a
pirouette for me.  She does have breasts, not the largest in the world; but,
oh so perky.

   "You like?"

   "What's not to like? What happened?"

   "I took the advice you have been giving me for the last three years
about how dowdy I looked.  I like the new me.  So, did you like our story?"

   "Very few parts of it. Just where the hell did you get all this shit?"

   "Shit? What do you mean?"

   "Who gave you this crap?  It really has nothing to do with what actually
happened up there."

   Jooli has a shocked look on her face, like someone let the air out of
her balloon.  She sits on the chair in front of my desk.  Her skirt rides
up her legs giving me a view previously hidden by her bad fitting clothes. 
Her nylons are opaque white stay-ups and I can see beautiful, haunting, bare
skin above them ending in darkness.  Another part of my body comes to life.
Shit, now I feel uncomfortable.

   "The young lady you saved called every day and gave me a lead for the
story of the day.  Didn't you know?"

   "No, I didn't.  Didn't you think it was odd that I didn't give you the
calls?"

   "No, she explained you were fishing when she called, making sure you
didn't run out of supplies."

   "Jooli, we had enough supplies to feed an army.  Not only did I bring
tons, the company that owns the cabin had every pantry and refrigerator
full of food.  Teneil gave you all this bunk?"

   "I'm sorry boss; I had no reason to think of it as bunk.  When I showed
it to Bob he told me to go with it and gave me a byline under your name.  I
thought it was a good piece."

   Bob is the editor, the same prick I still plan on getting even with for
sending me on that trip.  Not that I didn't enjoy the way it turned out,
but it's the principle.

   "If the truth be known, Teneil knows 1000% more about the bush and its
wonders than I do.  She's the one who fished, cooked, made me pick berries
and a host of other things I would have never done.  Hell, I'm a klutz when
I leave the city."

   "I don't know anything about that, but our circulation went up eighteen
percent while we ran the piece.  All the street boxes sold out every day.
That's never happened before."

   "Leave it with me.  I'll have to see what can be done."

   I watch her leave my office, her magnificent bum outlined in her skirt.
I can't believe all that beauty has been covered up for all these years. 
Dare I ask her for a date?

   This is crazy.  Gathering all the papers, I find the first article.  In
each one it outlines what we did each day to survive.  All the things
Teneil did were reversed as if I had done them.  When could she have made
the calls?  Then it dawns on me.  Each day I pumped water to fill the
storage tanks we used for warm water.  It usually took anywhere from ten to
twenty minutes depending on how much water we used the previous day.  It
was one of the few things I could do without screwing up.  Oh, how I would
like to get my hands on Teneil!  Women, no matter the age, can find a way
of making a fool out of you.  My intercom buzzes.

   "Ash, its Dahbia Sidhoum from KWTZ for you.  They have been calling all
morning.  They want an on air interview."

   Dahbia Sidhoum is my equivalent with her television station, always
dressed to the nines with a body and personality that all men would kill
for and she knows it.  She and I have worked a number of Charity functions
in the past.  She's another very provocative Asian beauty.  Secretly, I
have always wanted to ask her for a date, but didn't have the guts.  When
we're together, I turn into jelly.

   "Okay, I will take it."

   "Dahbia, how are you?"

   "Not as good as you.  That was a helluva piece, saving that young girl
and then keeping her in good health until you were rescued.  I don't know
how you did it.  I would have been useless."

   I wanted to say I knew the feeling, but didn't.

   "Well, it is all over now, I can get on with life."

   "Oh no it isn't!  I want an exclusive interview with you and the young
lady.  I've already talked to her parents and they have agreed as long as
you're present.  I also got clearance from your editorial staff.  It seems
you made a big impression on that young girl.  I wish you could have
rescued me."

   "And what would we've done for two weeks, secluded in the mountains?"

   Again my buddy Bob has put me in a precarious situation. Why can't
anyone ask me if I'm interested in all this pomp.  Being over a barrel, the
best thing is to make the most of it.  Revenge is going to be sweet.  All
I've to do is come up with the right situation for dear Bob.

   "And when would you want to do this epic?"

   "Well, it isn't that I'm an unfeeling person, with you just back and all
that, but let's say my Friday show.  Your story is still big news."

   "Hang on, I'll have to check my schedule."

   I don't have a schedule, but it sounds good.  The first thing I need to
do is call Teneil.  We've got to get this straightened out.

   "Dahbia, I tell you what, leave it with me.  I need to contact Mr. 
Tone-Pah and make sure Miss Tone-Pah can attend as well.  She had two weeks
without her family.  She may be still shaken up."

   "That's so sweet of you.  I'll mark you down for Wednesday for
confirmation.  Is that fine with you?"

   "Sounds good, as long as I can get in touch with the Tone-Pahs."

   As soon as I hang up the intercom buzzes again.

   "Ash, Big Bob wants to see you in his office, ASAP."

   That's the asshole that got me into this mess.  May a camel have
diarrhea on his desk!

   "Tell him I'll be there shortly."

   As I walk through the newsroom, a number of co-workers give me the thumbs
up sign, many say good job, etc.  This is not the way I wanted to return to
work.  I like publicity, but not this goody two shoes shit.  It's not me.
Bob is waiting for me.

   "Good to see you, Ash.  What a helluva story.  We can milk this until the
cows come home.  Nobody else can poach on it because it's about you, a
Bayfield Chronicle reporter.  They can't even write about it without your
permission.  The P.  R.  is priceless."

   "It really didn't happen that way."

   "Who gives a shit?  The readers are gobbling up the story.  You did
rescue that young girl and you are both back home safe and sound.  We may
have embellished the story, but that young lady really fed us everything
you did.  We have it all on tape, if you want to hear it."

   "Great, as long as you're happy. Let me get back to my job."

   "Hold on, you're going to give a lecture to the students at Miss
Tone-Pah's School a week from Friday.  Write it in your day planner.  I
have already called Jooli to make sure you don't forget."

   "I don't have a day planner."

   "Get one."

   "Giving speeches is not in my job description."

   "You don't have a job description."

   "I do, it's with my day planner."

   "Get out of here, and make sure you are presentable to a young class of
students."

   It's now apparent there's nothing, absolutely nothing, I can do to
reverse this diabolical plan.  My only hope is it dies a quick death.  I
have to get on with my life.  Back in my office it takes nearly two hours
to go through my mail.  The majority of it ends up in File G, but out of
the mess are two letters from readers voicing their concerns in regards to
items that may end up as feature stories.  Most of my leads for my stories
come from whistle blowers; as they know, I've never revealed a source.  To
make matters even more antagonizing, the staff keeps knocking at my door,
then they walk in smiling to congratulate me.  If they only knew how it
aggravates me.

   At four-thirty, I thumb through the note Teneil gave me when we parted;
her telephone number.  Dialing, a sweat covers my body.  Guilt has that
effect about taking advantage of a young girl in her hours of distress. 
Who am I kidding?  There wasn't any distress from the point we hit the
cabin.  Teneil was the strength of the two of us.  I may have a reputation
as a super reporter; but, as a bushman, I'm a joke.  Dialing the number, it
rings twice and a young girl answers, not Teneil. It must be one of her
sisters.  She has a very distinctive voice.

   "Hello."

   "Hello, may I speak to Teneil Tone-Pah?"

   "Who is calling please?"

   "Please tell her it is Ashton Stone."

   Her ancestors used smoke signals to communicate with each other; very
quiet, yet very effective.  However, the young lady uses a piercing voice,
screaming into the receiver.

   "Teneil, your boyfriend wants to speak to you."

   That reverberating statement really has me concerned.  What did Teneil
tell her family, especially her sisters?  What else can happen?  Waiting, I
hear some screaming.  It's Teneil, threatening bodily harm to her sister. 
From the interchange, I take it is with her sister, Jayden.

   "Hello Ashton! I'm so happy you called!"

   "Well, after your numerous telephone calls to my paper, what did you
expect?  Why in the hell would you do that?  Do you have any idea how
embarrassing it is for me?"

   "Are you mad at me?"

   "No, not really.  Do you realize that you have everybody thinking I'm a
woodsman?  We both know better: I'm a total klutz in the bush."

   That gets a giggle.  Her voice is so relaxing and brings back the
memories of the past two weeks.  My cock is growing.  What I wouldn't give
to be with her one more time, wishful thinking.

   "What made you think of doing such a thing?"

   "Your paper called, when you were outside pumping water, A Miss Jooli Kim,
to find out how we're doing; so, I told her everything that had happened to
that point."

   "Everything?"

   "No, not that!  Just what we did each day like cooking and fishing, that
sort of thing. She assumed it was you and I didn't tell her anything
different."

   "Did you see the papers and what they actually wrote about those two
weeks?  Nothing could be further from the truth."

   "I did and it certainly made you sound like Daniel Boone."

   "Well, we both know what happened."

   "Did you call for a reason?"

   "You know how much I want to call you, but really can't; but, the
television station wants an interview with us.  They claim that your dad
approved, as long as I accompany you."

   "That's what I told dad.  I wasn't going unless you're with me.  It
gives us a reason to see each other."

   "That it does.  The interview is on for the Friday evening broadcast at
five.  Does it give you enough time?"

   "I can get time off from school.  They have been falling all over
themselves to make my return great.  They want us to speak to the students,
did you know that?"

   "Yes, my editor informed me of it today."

   "Can I call you at your home tonight?  I can't say much, now.  My sisters
have big ears."

   A surge goes through my body.  I guess it's a result of withdrawal of
being intimate with Teneil.  The vision going through my mind is of her
preparing herself for making love each night after our first encounter on
the deck.  Her soft, nude body close to me; her grown up attitude towards
sex; it was a very pleasant start to each evening.  We were totally
exhausted after making love.  I'm hurting, just recalling it.

   "Certainly! I should be home at six. We can make arrangements concerning
Friday night."

   "Good, I'll call after six."

   Hanging up, my body is still shaking.  I really do need a fix of Teneil.
The balance of the day is a total waste.  My mind can't concentrate on
anything work related: the only thing I can think of is Teneil.  Tomorrow
I'll have to make a concerted effort to get back on track.  The two leads
from this morning's mail should be looked into.

   The Yukon spent the day at the dealers.  The way the service people fell
all over me when dropping it off, trying to please, should have tripped off
some alarms.  But what happened certainly wasn't in the realm of my
thinking.  They, of course, had read the articles like everyone else.  They
promised to go over the unit and make sure everything survived the trip. 
I've never been as hard on a vehicle as I was on the trip to the cabin.

   It is 5:10 when I leave the office and head to the dealer.  My Yukon
is ready, no charge.  It has been totally cleaned, the interior glows, the
exterior shines, all the evidence of the tons of mud are gone.  Thanking
the owner and making a note to mention him in a column, I head home.  I
stop at my favorite Chinese takeout on the way.  They, like the Yukon
dealership people, have followed the story.  Leaving the store with enough
takeout to feed four people, they send me on my way.  Again, no charge.

   First thing is a shower to relieve today's tension.  Hell, I haven't
done a thing, but it feels like I've run a marathon uphill with a five
hundred pound weight on my shoulders.  The Chinese food tastes good, taking my
mind off my woes.  For some reason, I'm on edge; then, I realize it's because
of Teneil.  It's nearly six o'clock.  Shivers are running through my body
in anticipation of her call.  Nobody in all my life has had this effect on
me.  Usually, I am a rock hard individual with much self-confidence coming out
of my gizmo; but, here I'm shaking like a leaf anticipating a call from a
young teen.  Maybe a Black Russian will settle me down.  After building
one, then walking to my favorite chair, actually my only chair, the
telephone rings, scaring the shit out of me.  Hell, I nearly spill my drink.

   "Hello."

   "Hello, Ash, I really miss you.  Sorry about this afternoon, but my
sisters are a pain."

   "Yes, I heard her announcing my call.  Your whole neighborhood must have
heard it."

   The giggle that I had become so used to, during our two weeks,
reverberates though the telephone line.  Ashton, settle down, it's just a
telephone call.  My hands are shaking and feel clammy, my stomach is full
of butterflies, and oh what fools does love make.

   "Both of them were impressed when they met you.  I think they know
there's something between us.  We're usually very close, but I haven't told
them anything about what happened at the cabin, other than the stuff I told
Miss Kim."

   "How old are they?"

   "Mavis is eleven and Jayden is thirteen.  I'm the vocal one, the other
two are daddy's good girls.  Me? I'm always in trouble.  You would like
both of them, if you know what I mean.  Both are as agile as I am.  We all
masturbate together."

   Now, there would be an interesting sight!  Teneil's pussy is perfect.  I
can only imagine how interesting it would be to have access to all three
sisters.  But, that's what dreams are made for.

   "So, what are we going to do about Friday evening?"

   "I can pick you up and drive to the television station."

   "And after?"

   "After?  What about after?"

   "You know what I mean. I want to see you."

   "You will, during the interview."

   "Ashton, you're a real asshole.  You know what I mean."

   Well, that put me in my place.  It also brought me out of my shakes.
We're in the city now, and this is my field of battle.  She wants what I
want.

   "Well, if your parents agree, perhaps we can go for dinner after the
interview.  Would that suffice?"

   "That's fine, but that isn't what I was referring to.  Do I have to put
it in language you can understand?  I thought you're an investigative
reporter with a creative mind?"

   "You have no idea how much I miss you and it's only been a day."

   "Good, I miss you too.  So what are you going to do about it?"

   "What do you suggest we do about it?  I really can't drive up to your
house and pick you up for a date.  People may notice our age difference."

   "We could go to your apartment after dinner."

   "I want to see you.  Can we get away with it?"

   "I'm sure we can.  As long as I'm home by ten my parents won't say
anything.  So, if we had a quick dinner we would have lots of time."

   The direction of the conversation has me sporting a raging hard-on.  I
don't know if I can last a week without sex.  Hell, I used to be able to go
months without thinking of sex. After two weeks with Teneil, that's all I
can think of.  I have to get a grip.

   "It sounds like a plan.  I'll see you Friday, shortly before five. Will
that be okay with you?"

   "I'll be ready."

   "I wish it was right now."

   "Me too, I really miss the cabin.  We should have stayed there."

   We chat for nearly fifteen minutes when she comments.

   "As I mentioned, my sisters think there is something between us.  But,
they're just guessing.  Jayden has been asking questions about you.  I think
she likes you."

   "That's crazy.  I was just introduced to her.  She doesn't even know
me."

   "Maybe not, but she's interested in what happened between us for two
weeks.  She's pretty smart."

   "You haven't told her anything?"

   "No, but she's not blind.  We are very close."

   "What do you mean, close?"

   "We three girls share the same bathroom and we see each other's bodies
very intimately.  I think she noticed my pussy and asshole are a bit
different than they were before I ran away."

   "Different? What do you mean?"

   "A little stretched from your big cock in me so often.  I do miss it."

   That revelation has me in a sweat.  What if Jayden's smart enough to
realize what made the changes to her sister's orifices and mentions it to
her mom.  This I don't need.

   "I miss you as well.  I'd better let you go, you have school tomorrow."

   "Good night Ash, I'll see you Friday."

   Hanging up, I try to ignore the reference to Jayden and the possibility
she may have figured out what we enjoyed at the cabin.  If it ever got out,
there is nowhere in the world I could hide.  I couldn't get a job with the
Taliban Gazette.

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   To say this week has been trying is an understatement.  The staff still
think I'm Daniel Boone, asking me all kinds of stupid questions.  Jooli is
driving me crazy with her new outfits that accent her body that has been
hidden far too long.  I've been working up the courage to ask her out for
dinner, but I remain tongue tied.  I was brave enough to make love to
Teneil, but too chicken to ask Jooli for a date.  Thinking about it, Teneil
was the driving force, not me.  I just went along for the ride.  A sound at
my office door brings me back to the present.

   "Ash, are you going to stay here all night?"

   It's Jooli.  It's 5:10.  The office is nearly empty of the day
staff. That's the norm for a Thursday afternoon.

   "I was somewhere else.  Hang on; I'll walk you to the parking lot."

   Jooli is wearing a body hugging black pantsuit that emphasizes her
knockout figure.  Her bottom protrudes just enough to make it so appealing.
I can't believe she had been hiding this from me for so long.  Her scent
goes right to my root that is now expressing its interest.  Her bum is well
defined in her slacks, the crease is modestly buried in the lower part of
her bum crack.  Beside her, I can't help but look down.  Her hair is
shining, her breasts are evident.  How could I have missed this for so many
years?

   "It's been a wild time for you, Ash. I'm sorry for my participation in
it. Had I known, I wouldn't have started it."

   "Don't blame yourself; it was the right thing to do with the information
that Teneil provided you with.  You had no reason to doubt her."

   "Thanks, Ash. I really felt shitty after you got on my case."

   "Let me make it up to you, would you be interested in a drink?"

   "You're inviting me for a drink?!"

   Jooli has a semi shocked look on her face.  It's me that should be
feeling guilty for not getting to know her better over the last couple of
years.  We've a very good working relationship, but nothing personal.

   "Yes, it would be my pleasure and it's long overdue.  I apologize for
being so unfeeling."

   A beautiful glow flows through her facial features as she grabs my arm
and we walk to the parking lot.  Just her touching me reminds me of the
first time my arm slipped around Teneil and our first kiss.  My tent makes
me feel a bit self-conscious , maybe she hasn't noticed.

   "We can take the Yukon and I can drive you back, or you can follow me."

   "No, I'll go with you."

   Opening the passenger door, like the gentleman I'm not, her face and lips
come within inches of mine.  Those few inches seem like miles as I do
desire to do more.  Now moving, her scent fills the cab.

   The lounge is at Frank's Bistro.  It's clean, no drunks, no loud music,
drinks are well constructed and the food is excellent.  Tonight, it isn't
crowded.  Quickly shown to my usual table by the waitress, we're seated.

   "What'll it be tonight, Mr. Stone?"

   "The usual."

   "And for the lady?"

   "What's your poison, Jooli?"

   "I'd like a Screw Driver, please?"

   "Coming right up."

   Jooli is looking at me looking at the waitress's bottom as she makes her
way to the bar.  A mild blush spreads over me.

   "Sorry, habit."

   "Boys will be boys."

   For some reason, I really feel uncomfortable.  Jooli looks like an
oriental angel.  Her face is so soft looking, her makeup accenting all of
her facial features.  Little butterflies fill my stomach.  Thankfully, our
drinks arrive.  That first sip tastes so good.

   "How is your Screw Driver?"

   "Very good, actually. I don't drink that much; but, this is really tasty.
What're you drinking?"

   "It's called a Black Russian."

   During the small talk, I learn that Jooli has been living in an
apartment building not that far from mine.  She lives with her cat, Morris,
and she recently purchased a sixty inch LED television.  Unbeknown to me,
she's a football junkie.

   "Do you watch the games?"

   "Not very often.  Usually I'm working on a project and, as you're well
aware, my schedule hasn't got regular hours."

   "Well, you should take some time out for yourself."

   Recalling the last two weeks, it has opened my eyes to the advantages of
time to myself.  Meeting Teneil is one of the most exciting things that has
happened to me in years.

   "I'll take that suggestion under advisement."

   "There's a game tonight, if you are interested."

   "What time?"

   "Kickoff is at eight thirty."

   "Well, the least I can do is to buy you dinner before the game."

   After some persuasion, she relents.  Dinner's excellent, Jooli is the
perfect guest.  I can't help but wonder how Jooli would taste as dessert?
After savoring Teneil for two weeks, the desire for female elixir is a
constant desire now and, without Teneil, I'm like an addict without a fix.
Jooli could certainly be that fix.

   We relax as we enjoy an aperitif, and I realize being with Jooli is fun.
I can't believe how blind I have been over the past two years; regardless
of how she looked, she has all kinds of personality that was completely
overlooked by me.

   "Would you like another, or do you want to go home and see the game on
your new wide screen television that you want me to see?"

   "Well, I've liquor at home and we could kill two birds at the same time.
I live three blocks from here."

   It's funny how things work out.  For some reason, Jooli has gotten to
me; I really don't want the evening to end.  Signaling for the bill, the
owner comes over and tells me it's on the house.  He shakes my hand and
tells me what a good job I've done for Bayfield.  It seems that one of the
criminal elements that was uncovered due to my expose' had been leaning on
him and a number of his associates in the food industry.  What seems like a
small thing for me; had rippling effects on so many people in Bayfield.

   Back at the Yukon, Jooli gives me her address; it's an area that has
been enjoying a renaissance over the past couple of years; it's become the
area of the `in people'.  Figuring Jooli must live in a small bachelor
apartment, as the rents in this area are prohibitive, the address surprises
me.  The bottom floor is occupied by one of the most prestigious law firms
in Bayfield.  Just to walk in the door and inquire would drain my Visa line
of credit.  Jooli pulls a remote from her purse, aims it at a very secure
looking security gate that slowly slides open.

   "You can park in my slot."

   Driving through the gate, the sound of the motors controlling the gate
can be heard in the cavern like entrance.  Down one level reveals a parking
area for a number of vehicles.  Jooli's name plaque is right beside the
elevator door which, in itself, is odd for a tenant in such a prestigious
building.  That space is usually reserved for the head honcho.  Quickly
departing the Yukon, I rush to open her door.  She gives me her hand to
assist her.

   "Chivalry is not dead, I see."

   "Not tonight."

   Again out comes the remote, a red light flashes, Jooli inputs a code on
the key pad and the elevator door opens.  The owner of the building is very
security conscious.  The interior of the unit shows that no cost was spared
for anything.  Soft velvet lines the upper portions; the bottom is spotless
stainless steel.  Stepping out into a corridor reveals that a fortune has
been spent on the renovations.  There appears to be only two apartments,
each covering one-half of the floor.  Ashton Stone, investigative reporter,
is wondering how in the hell can my assistant afford to live in this ritzy
area? But, I keep my thoughts to myself.  Unlocking the door, she enters and
flips on a light.

   "Welcome to my humble abode."

   Her humble abode is decorated like a fashion magazine.  The furniture
has to cost a small fortune.  The living room is double the size of my
total apartment; another room off the living room is her entertainment
center.  The large television is the focal point, surround sound, and a
number of other electronic components fill a large entertainment cabinet. A
computer and accessories occupy the opposite side of the unit.  The
television screen comes to life; the announcer is expounding the merits of
tonight's game.

   "Sit down Ash, I'm going to get us some drinks and get out of these
clothes."

   Sitting down is something.  Sinking deep, into a very comfortable chair,
reminds me of the large spring that tries to impale me every time I sit in
the only chair I have in my small bachelor apartment.  How the hell can she
afford this?

   Jooli returns with our drinks.  Puts a coaster on what I am sure is a
solid oak end table and disappears.  The sound of water running comes from
the bathroom.  The drink goes down well, my mind still trying to figure out
how?

   "That feels better.  Usually I come home, have a long bath and change
into my grubbies."

   Tonight isn't grubbies; she's wearing a long flowing crimson robe with
slits up the sides, flashing bare skin as she walks.  I must have been blind
not to see the beautiful woman that works with me.  She sits opposite me,
her robe open at the top, showing some cleavage.

   "This is a beautiful apartment.  You could fit five of mine in here."

   She starts to laugh.

   "And you are wondering how your lowly assistant can afford it?"

   "It's none of my business."

   "I own the building and the ones on both sides of this one."

   As much as I want to ask, I keep my mouth shut.  She owns three
buildings in the most expensive area of Bayfield.  What have I been doing
wrong?

   "When my family came from China, many eons ago, my granddad and his
brothers settled on this street. At that time, this was a working family
area.  My dad bought this property from his dad and had a grocery store for
years; our family lived on the second floor.  Over the years dad remodeled
and expanded the property.  His Uncles bought the property on both sides of
us when granddad bought his.  Neither of them ever married.  Since I was
the only grandchild, I had three grandfathers and one mother.  My mom was
the last to pass away three years ago.  I inherited all three properties.
Being the bookkeeper for my dad and his uncles, since I was thirteen, was a
learning experience.  A number of charlatans tried to convince me to sell;
but, this is my home.  With the help of other dependable friends in the
Chinese community, I remodeled and secured the law firm as tenants on a
long term lease.  This area of the city is now one of the most prestigious
addresses.  My other properties have also been renovated and are all
rented. I'm still my own bookkeeper."

   Needless to say I'm dumbfounded.  The value of her holdings has to be in
the multi-millions.  She's never flaunted her wealth and I doubt anyone
else at the paper knows.  She's a very good assistant and maybe that is one
reason she never accepted any of the opportunities offered to her.  Jooli's
not watching the game, but is looking at me looking at her.  Hell, she's
beautiful.  Jooli gets up and walks over to me.  Her closeness brings her
intoxicating scent to me.  Her hips are at eye level.  What wonders do they
conceal between them?  Then she surprises me by leaning over and kissing me
softly on the lips.  It feels like the touch of a butterfly.  The effect is
felt between my legs.  My Phoenix is rising.

   "I've wanted to do that since I first started working for you, but you
never seem to see me."

   "I apologize.  As you know, my social life has never been a flurry of
activity.  I'm a workaholic."

   "I noticed, but you seem to have changed since you had that vacation in
the mountains.  Did anything happen between you and that young girl?"

   "No, but it did show me there is much more to life than work.  The
beautiful scenery was my wake up call."

   What I didn't tell her is the beauty was between Teneil's legs,
something that gave me a totally new outlook on life.  Standing, my arms
encircle Jooli, pulling her towards me.  Her body is so soft and supple. 
My touch tells me she is not wearing anything under her robe, no bra
straps, no panties, just Jooli.  I have to lean over to kiss her.  The kiss
starts with lips and ends with tongues.  When we break, my heart is
pounding.  She takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom.  A large queen
sized bed loaded with pillows and a few teddies, accented with everything
mauve, greets me.  Another large television takes up part of one wall.

   She stands in front of me and reaches for the tie holding her robe. 
With a flick of her finger, the robe slides off her body.  She is a young
goddess with perky titties, a flat stomach and a small tuft of dark brown
hair above her pubes, her complexion glows in the soft light.  I can make
out the soft, puffy love lips.  She sits on the bed watching my reaction.

   "Can you stay the night?  You can drop me off at work and go home and
change in the morning."

   Wild horses couldn't get me to leave.  What has been revealed has me
panting for Jooli.  She must be a mind reader; she spreads her legs enough
to expose her full love lips, the moisture glistening in the light. 
Quickly undressing and releasing a very hard cock, that Jooli seems to
appreciate, we lay side by side.  My hard-on is impeding my ability to
snuggle close to her, pushing against her soft body.  Her small breasts are
firm but soft, nipples hard like diamonds.  Mouthing a nipple gets a long
sigh of pleasure.  Jooli wraps her hand around my head pulling me into her
chest, like a mother nursing a child.  Her body smells so good; her nipples
have a wondrous taste to them.

   Jooli's sighs are music to my ears.  Someone should have poked me with a
sharp stick every day for the last two years for not noticing what was in
front of my face.  We've a very close business relationship, collaborating
on my many stories. I did the work, and she did the grammar and spelling,
making it presentable to my readers.  Often she would suggest another angle,
using the same info, to give it a different approach.  How dumb could I have
been, never really noticing her as a woman?  I was just too stupid to
notice.

   "Ash, I've wanted this since personnel introduced us.  You've no idea
how often I came home and had to change my panties."

    I, of course, have a dumb questioning look on my face.  Now that is a
surprise!!!  Wondering if she is telling me she has a bladder problem.  Wet
panties, what next?

   "Just being close to you every day made me so wet.  What made you look
at me now?"

   "Jooli, I'm stupid.  I'm blind.  When I saw you in your new wardrobe, I
was flabbergasted."

   "Clothing was never my thing. All I wanted is to become a good assistant
and maybe, in the future, I can become a reporter like you."

   "I think you have the ability, you certainly have the mind.  What made
you change your wardrobe?"

   "I rented out a shop next door to a very chic boutique, you should see
the prices.  When we were negotiating the rent, she requested three months'
rent free while they remodeled, which cost a fortune.  I countered for a
free wardrobe and the guarantee all my future purchases will be at cost. 
Good deal for me."

   "You negotiate your own leases?"

   "Of course, it's in my blood.  My education was at the hands of the
experts, my dad and his uncles.  I know leases inside out."

   Right now, my goal is to get inside Jooli.  After kissing her bush, my
tongue easily finds her clitoris and soon her bum is dancing on the
mattress, as she climaxes repeatedly.  Her juice has a very distinct flavor,
one I can certainly appreciate.  She's panting when I straddle her legs and
lower my body.  My cock slips into her.  With all the foreplay, it's buried
with little resistance.  Her arms slide around my neck pulling me to her
lips, kissing.  When I try to support my weight with my arms and elbows she
won't have any of it.

   "I want to feel you on top of me."

   My body easily covers her, my cock telegraphs a warm feeling.  It has
been nearly a week since I last enjoyed sex.  This is long overdue.  Jooli
surprises me when she cums, her small body pushes upwards supporting my
weight.  Her breath expels from her body as she climaxes, my hydraulics
cannonade my hot cum deep into her.  It's a very hard climax, similar to
the ones I enjoyed with Teneil.  We lay, still joined at the hips, panting.

   "We're good, don't you think?"

   "Very good! If I had the intelligence of a louse, I would have seen what
was in front of my face and we could have been enjoying each other for years.
Why didn't you kick me or something?"

   "You've no idea how often I wanted too.  Every night my dream was for
you to ask me out for a drink.  Of course, I usually came home alone and
cried."

   "It won't happen again."

   In the morning, after enjoying morning sex, we shower together.  Her
bathroom is larger than my apartment.  I've seen showers in men's gyms that
are smaller than this one.  It's lined with a patterned marble, all the
fixtures are gleaming.  Watching the water flow off her body has me
considering telephoning in for a sick day.

   Dropping Jooli off at the paper, I return to my drab miniscule
apartment, shave, change and rush to work.  Jooli looks at me, smiles, and
carries on as if nothing has happened.  Me? I'm sporting a hard-on.

   Once the telephones start ringing, my mind switches from sex to work and
when I look up it is quitting time.  Hell, I've got to rush home, shave,
shower, and change to meet Teneil for our interview.  Fortunately, nothing
inhibits me and I'm at her door at 4:50.  My hands are shaking from
nerves.  The door chimes sound in the interior.

   The door opens; and a beautiful young lady is staring at me.  It's
Jayden, the older sister.  She's still in her school uniform, displaying
very shapely legs, a very impressive chest and a sultry look.  Teneil is
right; I do like what I see.  I wonder would she enjoy sex as much as her
sister.

   "Hello, I'm Ashton Stone, we met at the cabin.  I am here to pick up
your sister for a television interview."

   "She's still getting ready.  She's been getting ready since three this
afternoon.  Come in, we can wait in the living room."

   The Tone-Pah home is a very attractive sprawling bungalow, well-
furnished and very open.  Large windows let in natural light accenting the
many interesting carved wooden accents.  Following Jayden, my eyes are on
her hips, her pleated skirt swaying from side to side.  Her complexion,
like her sister, is coppery brown and very appealing.  She waves me to a
chair and sits opposite.  Her eyes are piercing me, searching for
something. My eyes target the bare skin of her knees, exposed as a result
of her skirt riding up her legs when she sat.  She makes no attempt to
cover her legs or bare thighs.

   "Teneil's really excited about the interview.  She's really looking
forward to tonight, but she's nervous."

   "A television interview can be intimidating, knowing all your friends
will be watching."

   "That isn't the part she is looking forward too."

   Jayden has a leer on her face, like she knows something.  Of course, my
eyes are on her legs and thighs, now spread to show much more of her.  Her
white panties contrast with her dark skin.  They're pulled deep into her
slit, exposing very puffy pubes; she appears to have larger love lips than
her sister.  Looking up, her eyes are on me; getting my attention, she
smiles.  She's doing this on purpose, but to what end?

   "What do you mean?"

   "She hasn't been the same since she returned.  She is actually human. 
Teneil's usually in deep shit with our parents, especially dad.  She takes
great pleasure in taunting him; but, since she came back she has been Miss
Goodie Two Shoes.  I think it's because something happened between you two
at the cabin.  Did something happen, Mr. Stone?"

   The heat of my blush starts at my toes and rapidly is at the roots of my
hair.  There's nothing I can do about it, my concern shows.  Trying to look
self-assured, I ignore the question.

   "I thought as much.  I won't tell anyone.  It will be our secret. 
Teneil really likes you.  Now I know why."

   Like her sister had done at the cabin, she's baiting me; silence
continues to be my best defense.  A noise behind me has me looking for
Teneil.  It's Mavis.  She has changed from her school clothing and is
wearing very short shorts and a bandana top pulled tightly over her
breasts. Although she doesn't have much, what she has is outlined in the
bandana, exposing two very promising nipples.  Her camel toe is distinctly
outlined in her shorts.  She's nothing short of a walking wet dream.

   "Hi, Teneil told me to tell you she would be down shortly.  Where are
you going for dinner?"

   Mavis has given me an escape route from her questioning sister.  Giving
her an answer and expounding on the features of the restaurant, Jayden
continues to stare me down, she'd make one helluva poker player.  Each time
we make eye contact she hits me with a knowing smile.

   "I wish it was me you were taking.  It sounds like a nice place to eat."

   "Maybe that can be arranged."

   "Really, when?"

   "I would have to talk to your parents, we will see."

   "Hi, Ash."

   Saved by the bell, it's Teneil.  Turning, I can't believe the change
makeup and wardrobe can make.  She looks ravishing, dressed in a very
fashionable chic black dress, nylons and black patent leather three inch
heels.  Her hair has been swept back in a very shining ponytail, secured
with a black ribbon and some sort of red jewel piece.  My response is an
open mouth, gaping.  Reminds me of enjoying her naked at the cabin.

   "Do you like?"

   "What is not to like, I can't believe it is you."

   "Neither can we, I told you she likes you."

   "Jayden, you can leave now.  Can we go?"

   "At your service, you girls have a pleasant evening."

   "I bet yours will be much more interesting than mine."

   "Say goodbye, Jayden."

   In the Yukon, Teneil's scent flows over me.  Still mesmerized by the
changes a wardrobe can make, I continue to take quick looks at Teneil's
beauty.  No one will believe she's only fourteen.

   "Jayden has the hots for you.  Did you see the way she was looking at
you?"

   "I never noticed."

   "Ash, you don't lie very well.  She's been questioning me steadily since
I came back."

   "She did mention that you're a changed person since you came back from
the cabin.  Maybe that's why she thinks something happened between us."

   "Well, I've been good, but it was to make sure of no problems if the
opportunity came up for us to meet.  I've been trying to figure out
something since we returned."

   The evening is pleasant, the temperature co-operating, warm and
comfortable as we drive to the television station.  Parking, Teneil looks
at me, then looks about the lot, moves over and kisses me.  Her lips are so
soft, her scent is murder, and my cock reacts immediately, pushing out.

   Dahbia Sidhoum is waiting for us at the entrance.  The lobby is bustling
with activity.  Dahbia's outfit is her usual body fitting dress, very chic,
very sexy.  When she sees us, she moves towards us, hand extended.

   "So, this is the young lady that you rescued."

   "Teneil, this is Dahlia Sidhoum."

   "Very nice to meet you, Miss Sidhoum."

   "Call me Dahlia. You're very beautiful, Teneil.  You and Ash will make
perfect guests: the public will lap this up.  Maybe I can convince both of
you for a follow up interview."

   "Don't push it, Dahbia.  You know this isn't my bag."

   "It's not you I want to talk too, it's Teneil.  I want to hear about
everything that happened during those two weeks.  I wish it could have been
me, two weeks alone with Ash, what a dream."

   My immediate reaction is a blush.  Both girls look at me, enjoying my
embarrassment.  The good thing is it took care of my hard-on, it has
disappeared.

   The interview goes well.  Dahbia directed most of the questions to
Teneil: who surprisingly handled herself like a pro.  She answered exactly
what Dahbia wanted to hear and then Dahbia gets Teneil to promise to return for
another interview.  Finally, it's over.

   "Ash, thanks so much for agreeing to this.  I can't wait for the ratings
tomorrow."

   "I didn't have much choice.  My editor didn't leave me much leeway."

   "Good for him! Teneil, you're a prefect guest.  My audience will want
more.  The human interest side of this can be expanded."

   Once in the Yukon and moving, Teneil reaches over and pats my thigh.

   "You really didn't like that, did you?"

   "I'm not comfortable when I'm not in control. Television is so much
different than my job, and there's no second chance to correct a possible
error."

   "You realize that Miss Sidhoum is interested in you, don't you?"

   "Why would you say that? You just met her!"

   "A girl can tell. She couldn't keep her eyes off you even when she was
asking me questions.  She's very beautiful, don't you think?"

   "I refuse to answer on the grounds it may incriminate me; besides, we
went through the same thing about your sister."

   "You mean sisters.  Mavis thinks you're a hottie too."

   Just the thought of her sisters, and Dahbia, has my head spinning.  This I
don't need.  My goal is to get Teneil to bed and then home before ten.  The
other three will have to wait.  But, it does sound interesting.  How would
an eleven year old be in bed?

   "I thought we did well tonight."

   "You did, you're a natural.  The lights and action in front of us didn't
seem to bother you."

   "All I could think of is us getting in bed together.  For that I would
do anything."

   When we arrive at the restaurant, we are ushered to our table.  It seems
a few people actually watched Dahbia's program and acknowledge us.  Three
people came up and asked for an autograph.  I looked to make sure I wasn't
signing a blank check, not that it would do any good.  My bank account is
usually on the edge of bankruptcy every month.

   Looking around the room a number of patrons are glancing our way:
there's a murmur through the room as more people recognize us.  Again, my
editor Bob comes to mind.  Revenge will be sweet.  Teneil looks ravishing!
Her mom, or someone they know, must be an excellent seamstress, as her dress
is molded to her body.

   "Ash, let's eat.  I do want to see your apartment."

   "It's not much to see."

   "As long as it has a bed, it'll be fine."

   Dinner is actually very good.  Mind you, with Teneil as my guest,
whatever they served really wouldn't matter.  As soon as she finished
dessert she's chomping at the bit to leave. To accent her desire to leave, I
have three very noticeable bruises on my leg where she kicked me to get my
attention.  The cool air feels good as we leave the restaurant.

   "How far is your apartment from here?"

   "Maybe ten minutes, if the traffic co-operates."

   "It had better."

   Her scent fills the cab of the Yukon.  At every stop, my eyes find her
legs.  Her dress has ridden up, exposing the tops of her stay-up nylons.  I
love them much better than panty hose.  They are very sexy on a young girl.
Even I was happy to see my apartment building.

   Fortunately, I had taken a few minutes earlier to clean up the mess and
remove the piles of newspapers that had accumulated.  The bed is made with
fresh sheets.  The size of my small abode doesn't seem to bother Teneil. 
She goes right to the bed and sits on it.

   "I wish we could have stayed at the cabin forever; it was wonderful, just
the two of us.  I did like teasing you."

   Sitting beside her, she's in my arms.  It's good to feel her small body
close to me again.  In seconds the zipper on the back of her dress is
lowered causing it to slowly slip off her body.  She wiggles to get her
arms free, leaving just her bra.  Standing, she removes the dress, her shoes
and stands before me.  Her matching deep maroon bra and thong are both
trimmed with a hint of white lace.  She looks much older than her fourteen
years.  The make-up and clothing add years.

   "I'm waiting.  You can remove the rest.  Get undressed."

   Once on her back, I remove both stockings.  Lifting her legs I can't
help but notice the dampness on the crotch of her thong.  It's emitting a
recognizable scent.  I've a terrible choice to make: What will be next, her
panties or her bra?  Figuring the best should be last, her bra takes
moments to remove.  Kissing budding breasts, then paying homage to both
nipples, brings welcome moans from Teneil.  Her hands are on the back of my
head, her fingers running though my hair.  Moving downwards to her belly
button, my tongue rims it.  Her vaginal scent is intoxicating.  Her aroma
brings back the past two weeks, each memorable moment flashing through my
mind.  Finally, sitting up to view the beauty before me, I slowly lower her
panties.

   The week of absence has done wonders to her pussy.  During the two weeks
at the cabin, the swelling never went down as we were in bed constantly.  I
can't recall any time when my cream wasn't seeping from her pussy, with the
exception of the shower and that wasn't for long.  We had sex everywhere in
the cabin.  We even had sex in the lake when we went swimming.

   With my mouth on her pussy, I indulge in her ample essence.  Again,
memories of the cabin flood my mind.  The first time was on the deck, and
from that point on, at every opportunity, my mouth was on her pussy.  That's
one thing that Teneil made me realize: Nothing in the world tastes
better than the essence that flows from a woman or girl.  In seconds, Teneil
is thrashing on the bed enjoying her first climax of the evening.  Lifting
my head, to study the beauty, I realize what Jayden mentioned about Teniel's
openings.  Both her pussy and asshole have been stretched, both are
beautiful.

   She lifts her knees and spreads her legs.  I guide them upwards and she
grasps them, pulling them to her chest and exposing both beautiful
openings. Kissing her pussy, then her rosebud, brings an audible sigh.  Her
asshole, no longer the smooth rimmed opening, is now sporting some very
interesting wrinkles.  Makes me wonder just how close the sisters are.

   "Ash, I want to taste you.  It's one of the many things I've really missed.
I do like sucking cock, especially yours."

   "And how many cocks have you sucked?"

   Laughing, she reaches over to massage me.

   "One, yours."

   She leans over me.  First I feel her warm breath on my tool, then the
moist heat of her mouth.  The way I feel now, this can't be a prolonged suck
or she will be getting more than she planned.  I'm so excited at this
reunion.

   "Teneil, I love it.  But, if you want me to fuck you, you'd better be
careful."

   "I do want to feel you inside me."

   Releasing me, she looks at me, smiles, and then arranges her body to
receive me.  How many times at the cabin did she do the same thing: each
time I was more than ready.  I can't believe how good it feels to be back
in Teneil's saddle again.  All my thoughts are to extend this feeling for as
long as possible.  With my weight supported by my elbows, Teneil has her
arms wrapped around my neck.  Slowly savoring what we both missed for the
last week, at the peak of each thrust we can feel each other attempting to
get greater depth, even though it's not possible.

   "Oh, Ash, this is what I really missed."

   "Those two weeks in the mountains with you opened my eyes to a number of
things I've been avoiding."

   "How can you even think of avoiding sex?  There's nothing like it."

   Out of the mouth of babes, a truism: Teneil has awakened the beast in
me. Twice she stiffens and enjoys strong climaxes.  The twitching in my
tool indicates that my flood of cream will be soon flowing.

   "Teneil, I'm going to cum."

   And cum I did, at least three solid ejaculations, plus a few minor ones.
Considering Jooli drained me last night, it's surprising what the presence
of Teneil has done for my recuperative powers.  Oh, what a feeling cumming
in Teneil once more.  Slowly, the ebb of excitement subsides and I enjoy
Teneil's young warm body beside me.  For the next hour we lay beside one
another, touching and kissing.

   "Ash, I've got to go as it is nearly nine-thirty.  I want to do this again."

   If only she could have stayed the night, it would be reminiscent of our time
 at the cabin: after our love making, she would curl up against me and fall
asleep.  During the night when I woke, my face would be buried in her hair.
I love all the smells of her body.

   We're silent on the way back to her home, both realizing that it may be
some time before we can do this again.  The visit to her school next week
may give us a chance.  Now in the driveway, she looks at me, not daring to
lean over and kiss, just in case someone is watching.  I'm sure I can see a
tear in her eye.

   "Ash, I'm glad this happened.  I hope we can do it again next week. 
Think about ways we can get together.  I really don't want this to stop."

   Walking her to her door, we look at each other while holding hands.  When we
break, it is like someone has removed something.  When the door closes, I
realize it's final and return to the Yukon.

   At the apartment, Teneil's scent is still strong.  The bed's wrecked
from our love making.  Lifting a pillow, I find a surprise . . . her panties! 
She must have brought a second pair because she was wearing panties when we
left.  Bringing them to my nose, her vaginal scent is strong.  The effect
on me is immediate; instant hard-on.

   It takes until the wee hours of Saturday morning for sleep to come.  For
some reason the image of Mavis keeps coming into my imagination.  How would
it feel to have sex with an eleven year old?  I can't believe my
sub-conscious is doing this to me. It's bad enough that my creative mind is
doing it, now all my senses is ganging up on me.  If anyone had seen me when
I got up this morning they would be shocked.  My face is ragged from lack
of sleep; thankfully, it's Saturday.  After last night, a trip to the
Laundromat is in order.  The sheets show evidence of Teneil, small blotches
of her excretions are everywhere and just looking at them brings a smile to
my face.  Her panties are on the night table, bong hard-on.

   This is the first lull in my life since returning from the wilderness.
What am I to do with myself?  If I had the guts, I would be asking Dahbia
Sidhoum for a date.  Perhaps Jooli's available, she's very enjoyable
company.  As I do my housekeeping, different scenarios cross my mind.  The
more I think of it, Jooli comes first, perhaps dinner and a night at her
apartment.  As I reach for the telephone, it rings and gives me a start.

   "Hello."

   "Hello, Ash, this is Jayden Tone-Pah.  Mavis and I know everything about
last night and 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 the dinner.  We know all
about it."

   "Just what do you mean?"

   "When she left the house with you she was wearing matching panties and
bra: when she came home last night she had on white panties.  Can you tell
me where her maroon panties with the white lace are?"

   Silence is golden.  Where's this leading?

   "Mavis and I met her at the door to have her tell us all that happened.
We watched the interview on television.  We all ended up in the bathroom.
When she undressed we noticed the different panties. When she slid them
off, gobs of your seamen started seeping from her and running down her
thighs.  I've got her panties.  I wonder what mom and dad would say?"

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

   "But you won't.  Both Mavis and I are curious."

   "Curious about what?"

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