JC: Harry and the Lee Girls
Chapter 4
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Jeff woke in the middle of the night as an unexpected sensation 
throbbed from between his legs. In the dark of the room, he could 
make out a nurse standing beside his bed. It was the slightly 
overweight nurse that worked the night shift. Her hand was under 
the sheet and wrapped around his cock. Seeing that he was awake, 
she bent down, kissed him on the lips, and then whispered, 
"You've such a good man that I wanted to be one of the first to 
provide you with a little pleasure. Relax and enjoy it."

The feel of her hand around his cock was intense and all he could 
do was moan in reply. Her hand worked the head of his cock for a 
minute before he ejaculated all over her hand, his stomach, and the 
sheets. A shiver of pleasure ran through his body as he gave 
himself over to his orgasm. In a voice that bordered on a whimper, 
he said, "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. You have no idea 
how much that means to me."

She leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I left my number on the 
table. Give me a call when you get home. I'd like to see you again, 
if that is okay with you. You're a good man."

Jeff looked at her silhouette knowing that most people didn't see 
the loving woman encased within a body that wasn't attractive. He 
knew better than to judge by appearances. Terry had held his hand 
through the first night in the hospital, providing comfort to a scared 
man facing old terrors. They had talked through the terrors and he 
was able to fall asleep. Since then, she had stopped by his bed 
checking up on him. Others were interested in the information on 
his chart, but she had cared about the spirit inside. He whispered, 
"I'll call you, Terry."

The nurse smiled and cleaned up the inevitable consequences of 
her handjob. She knew that he would call her as soon as he could. 
Harry had told her that he had a short program of recovery in store 
for Jeff, but that it would be over in a couple of days. How that 
Druid had seen her interest still puzzled her. She kissed Jeff on the 
forehead and said, "I'll be waiting."

Visiting the hospital had the potential for being a traumatic 
experience for the two young women. Sterile looking rooms 
stocked with adjustable beds surrounded by medical equipment 
provided a sharp contrast to their nice little house. The patients in 
the halls and the rooms looked ill. That was a sight that fills the 
young with fear even in the best of times.

The visit might have been scary except for Harry's presence. On 
entering the hospital, Harry had noticed that the girls, Paul, and 
Too-Tall were lined up behind him. He started waving his staff up 
and down and back and forth like he was leading a marching band. 
Picking up his legs in a high-step march, he buzzed a John Philips 
Sousa tune. The sight of the Druid leading an invisible brass band 
brought smiles to everyone they encountered.

As he marched proudly at the head of the line, the others had tried 
to march behind him once they had overcome their initial 
embarrassment. The problem was that it was difficult to march and 
laugh at the same time. The patients they encountered laughed at 
his antics. A few of the ones better able to move joined the line 
behind Too-Tall. The hospital staff smiled at the effect the Druid 
had on the patients. Just by moving through the halls, he had 
provided as much curing energy as a hundred pills.

On reaching Jeff's room, Harry stopped and made a grand 
production out of ending the marching tune. Patients laughed and 
clapped as they went about their business, smiles having replaced 
grimaces of pain. When they entered the room, Harry turned to the 
girls and, with a twinkle in his eye, observed, "Sometimes all it 
takes is a simple gesture, delivered without fear, to help people."

Jeff looked up from his bed blushing at his visitors. He nervously 
adjusted the covers on his bed hoping that his erection would not 
create too obvious of a tent. Harry ignored his discomfort and, 
pointing directly at the bulge in the cover, said, "Ah, good. I see 
that things are functioning as they are supposed to."

"Um, yeah. I guess. It doesn't seem to want to stay down much," 
commented Jeff as he turned an even brighter red. He estimated 
that his cock was erect half the day. His nocturnal emissions had 
shocked him. It was not that he was complaining, particularly since 
he enjoyed each orgasm very much.

"I'm sure that you'll beat it into submission before long." Even as 
he said it, Paul couldn't believe the words that came out of his 
mouth. As Lilly and Dolly giggled at the comment, Jeff turned an 
even brighter red. The redirection of his blood to other parts of his 
body had an effect on his erection though. 

Too-Tall stood in the back, making a champion gesture by clasping 
his hands over his head and shaking them. Jeff noticed and laughed 
at the simple message. He quipped, "It's not a matter of winning or 
losing, but how you play the game."

The girls were giggling almost non-stop, finding the entire subject 
embarrassing while fascinating at the same time. After having 
experienced the negative side of male sexuality in the form of rape, 
this entire topic was threatening to them. Only after living with the 
three men for so long did they come to understand that these men 
were able to control their urges. 

Watching the nervous giggling of the girls, Harry suggested, "You 
two have a report to do about hospitals. Why don't you go out and 
talk to people for some material?"

Lilly said, "Good idea."

"Jeff, you need to get dressed so we can get you out of here," said 
Harry.

It was only after the two girls left that Paul said, "You really are 
looking happy. I'm glad they were able to help you."

Tears welled up in Jeff's eyes. He was a whole man, able to 
function and feel things like other men. In a whisper, he said, "I 
can't believe what it feels like. It's amazing. I have been given the 
greatest gift that a man can receive."

Wanting to lighten the discussion, Harry said, "Considering how 
Kelly heals, I take it you are no longer a virgin."

"Uh. Well. I. Sure," replied Jeff not knowing how to answer. On 
one hand, he wanted to protect Kelly in an old-fashioned sense of 
chivalry. A stronger desire was to stand on top of the tallest 
building he could find and proclaim to the world, 'I'm not a virgin!' 
He got out of the bed and started putting on his clothes in an 
attempt to hide his true feelings.

Paul grinned at the expressions that passed across the face of his 
friend. He was going to tease him about it, but recalled that he was 
going on a date that night. He turned to see that Too-Tall was 
pantomiming a man walking with a woman on his arm and 
pointing to Paul. Interpreting the gesture, Jeff asked, "He's got a 
girlfriend?"

"I have a date tonight," answered Paul with a grin as Too-Tall 
nodded. The girls had been teasing him about it all day. Little 
songs about Paul and Janet sitting in a tree had been sung all 
morning. Even Too-Tall had been humming along with them. 

"I'm glad for you. I may have a date soon, too," said Jeff recalling 
the invitation of the previous night. Terry had left her number on 
the bedside just as she had promised and he was going to call her 
just as he had promised. He put on his shirt, taking his time to 
button it. Standing there in his underwear and shirt, he was relaxed 
and pleased with his body for the first time in his life. He might not 
be the best looking man on the block, but at least his cock no 
longer looked like a fish filet. 

The expression of surprise on Too-Tall's face was priceless and 
made Jeff break out laughing. Paul said, "You just got it fixed and 
you're ready to wear it out."

"What about you Too-Tall?" asked Jeff believing that his friend 
was without a girlfriend. 

When Too-Tall shrugged, Harry smiled at him and wiggled a 
finger in a bad boy gesture. Too-Tall grinned and looked away in a 
guilty manner. Seeing the exchange made Paul wonder what as 
going on there. Curiosity aroused, he asked, "What?"

Grinning at Too-Tall, Harry said, "If I recall correctly, when I 
stopped by the construction site, Too-Tall was having lunch with a 
rather attractive lady. It seems that he's been signing with her 
during lunch for the past couple of months. At least that's what her 
fingers told me."

Too-Tall raised his hands as though embarrassed at having gotten 
caught. He had tried to hide his relationship. Paul, until just 
recently, wouldn't allow himself to even entertain the idea of 
opening emotionally to a woman. On the other hand, he had 
expected that Jeff wouldn't ever have a normal relationship. 

Puzzled that his friend had gone so long without letting him know 
about that, Jeff asked, "Why didn't you tell us?"

Too-Tall turned to Harry and started signing to him. It was the first 
time that Jeff or Paul had seen Too-Tall signing rather than making 
contextual gestures. Harry watched the tall man's hands with a 
smile and nodded. Turning to the other two men, he said, "He was 
afraid that he'd hurt your feelings if you learned that he had a 
girlfriend and you were facing a future without a woman in your 
lives."

"Hey, we're here for you big guy. You don't have to hide that 
things are going well for you," said Jeff. In a way, the revelation 
had hurt his feelings, but he could understand why Too-Tall would 
act that way. He added, "You're our friend."

The big man signed to Harry for a minute. Harry signed back 
rather than say something aloud that the others could understand. 
After a minute of intensive exchange, Harry turned to Jeff and 
said, "Too-Tall was afraid that you would be very hurt to know 
that he was seeing someone. He felt that your problem was much 
more serious than his little speech impediment. Overcoming it with 
a deaf woman was a minor thing."

Placated a little, Jeff said, "I don't want to hold anyone back from 
being happy. After having experienced sex for the first time in my 
life, I'd hate to think that I prevented anyone from having sex. I 
plan to pursue opportunities with great diligence. "

Harry laughed and said, "I haven't heard it put that way before, but 
I understand what you are saying. I do have to tell you that I've 
arranged for some rehabilitation activities for you over the next 
couple of days."

As Jeff tried to figure out what kind of rehabilitation activities 
Harry had in mind, Paul turned to Too-Tall and asked, "When did 
you start signing?"

Too-Tall raised seven fingers. For a moment, Paul thought it was 
seven years, but he was pretty sure that Too-Tall wouldn't have 
been able to hid it for that long of a time. He was too facile with it 
to have only been doing it for seven days or weeks. As a result, it 
had to be seven months. He asked, "You've been signing for seven 
months?"

The tall man nodded his head and made a gesture of a woman. His 
lunch companion had been teaching him how to sign. He liked her 
a lot and was hoping that he could see her after work sometime. 
She was smart, attractive, and had a good sense of humor. She 
liked to tell jokes about the non-deaf people around them as they 
ate their lunches. He particularly liked her question, 'if a hearing 
endowed person fell over in a room full of deaf people, would he 
make a noise?' 

Jeff said, "So she's been teaching you sign. That's great. I guess we 
are going to have to learn how to sign now."

Too-Tall smiled at the idea of being able to talk with his friends 
with a little more ease. It was strange, but because he could hear no 
one had suggested that he learn to sign until he had met her. 
Turning to Harry, he signed, "Why didn't you suggest that I learn 
sign?"

With a wink and a smile, Harry signed, "Did you really want to 
communicate with anyone?"

"No," signed the big man. It took a minute before it dawned on 
him that Harry was correct. Despite the fact that he was watching 
over the girls and lived with the guys, he had been quite 
comfortable not having to explain himself. When something 
important had to be communicated, he could write what he wanted 
to say. The idea of just sitting around talking about things had 
never appealed to him. He didn't really deserve that kind of 
closeness with anyone. He signed, "I didn't want to risk having a 
difference of opinion. You argue about something, the passions get 
high, and then someone gets hurt. It's easier not to say anything."

"You know better now?" asked Harry in sign. He knew that this 
discussion was being watched carefully by Paul and Jeff. The two 
men were dying of curiosity about what Harry and Too-Tall were 
discussing.

"If Jeff can get his cock back and Paul can start to date, then 
maybe I have a right to my opinion." The big man was still for a 
moment before his fingers said, "I deserve some happiness in my 
life."

 Lifting an eyebrow, Harry asked, "What about the past two years? 
Have they been good?"

"The past few years have been very good. The girls have been a 
continuous source of joy for me. The problem was that I didn't feel 
like I deserved it," signed the tall man. A little drink, a little 
argument, and he had destroyed other people's lives. Then one day, 
he had destroyed his own. He signed, "I wasn't always a good 
person."

Harry smiled and patted the big guy on the back. At six foot five 
and two hundred and thirty pounds, Too-Tall was a big man. 
Aloud, he said, "My big man, you have a big heart and good 
friends. Never doubt that. The three musketeers weren't as close as 
you three. You've watched over Lilly and Dolly with magnificent 
diligence, protecting them from harm, working to keep the 
nightmares away, and giving them a fresh start in life."

He turned to face the three men. Paul's eyes were misting, Jeff was 
looking at Harry in wonder, and Too-Tall looked humbled by what 
he had heard. Harry said, "Go forth and find love. The girls will be 
leaving to start lives of their own. There's no reason for you three 
to be left behind and alone."

"They'll leave us?" asked Paul shaken by the news.

"They won't stop loving you, but they are young women. Dolly 
will graduate and start to work. She'll move away, find love, and 
marry. Lilly will graduate and go off to college. Before they leave, 
they'll start dating. That's healthy and they owe you three so much 
for helping them heal," Harry looked at each man to see how he 
was taking the news.

"Paul, date the widow. Enjoy your time with her and, if she's the 
one, fall in love."

Paul looked down at the floor. It was strange, but he needed 
Harry's permission to go on with his life. He said, "I'll do that."

"Jeff, you take that nurse out and you enjoy yourself."

"You know about her?"

"I may be old, but I'm not blind. I saw her telephone number on the 
table by your bed," said Harry with a smile and a gesture to the 
table.

"Fred, take your deaf friend out to watch a sunrise. Make love 
under the stars. Let others know what you think and don't be afraid 
if they disagree with you."

Paul and Jeff looked at each other in shock. It took a minute before 
Paul managed to ask, "Your name is Fred?"

Too-Tall nodded his head, looking at Harry wondering how he 
knew that. The questioning look on his face prompted Harry to 
say, "I occasionally see your sister. She worries about you."

Fred ran into the bathroom in tears at the thought that his sister 
worried about him. He hadn't seen her in years, not since he had 
beaten up her husband and become persona non grata within his 
own family. He wept in the room, thinking about how much he had 
lost and how much he had to gain now. It was too much for him.

The girls returned to the room. Jeff was dressed with the exception 
of his shoes and socks. Lilly examined Jeff and Paul for a minute 
and then asked, "Why are you so sad? You should be happy. Jeff, 
you're complete again. Paul, you have a girl friend."

Dolly could hear Fred in the bathroom weeping. She asked, 
"What's wrong with Too-Tall?"

"He's happy," answered Jeff realizing that the answer was closer to 
the truth than any other explanation. He added, "The reason we're a 
little misty eyed is because we are very happy."

Harry told Kelly to pull over to the curb along the busy street. 
Businesses lined one side while a huge apartment complex was on 
the other side of the street. She did as he asked and turned to 
inquire why she was parked there. After a simple wink, he got out 
of the car. Leaning into the car, he said, "Jeff, come with me. 
Kelly, I'll be back in about fifteen minutes."

Puzzled, Jeff got out of the car and followed Harry into the 
apartment complex. Harry led him to a second floor apartment and 
knocked on the door. A very attractive woman wearing a tailored 
conservative business suit answered the door. Her blond hair, tied 
back in a conservative fashion that hinted at great length, gave 
exposure to a face with nice features. Her makeup was done with a 
light touch. She looked like an aristocrat. 

Her face lit up in a smile upon seeing Harry. She turned her head 
to look at Jeff and said, "You must be Jeff. I'm Cindy. Would you 
please come in?"

Jeff entered the apartment looking around in wonder. Classical 
music floated through the room from hidden speakers. The room 
was tastefully decorated in a manner intended to make men 
comfortable. Wood paneling, comfortable chairs, bookcases filled 
with books, brass fittings, and white walls gave it a very masculine 
feel. Moving with grace, Cindy walked over to a leather-covered 
couch and, looking at Jeff in the eye, said, "Please have a seat. 
May I get you something to drink?"

"Uh, what do you have?" asked Jeff watching her graceful 
movements and simple gestures of her hand. His body reacted to 
her. He hunched over a little to hide his erection. 

"Coffee, hot teas of all kinds, fruit juices, iced tea, and soft drinks," 
she answered. With a smile, she added, "I find that alcohol tends to 
ruin what can otherwise be a perfect evening."

Voice catching in his throat, Jeff answered, "I'll take coffee."

Harry answered, "I'll have coffee also."

"Excellent. I'll be right back with it. In the mean time, make 
yourself comfortable," replied Cindy. 

She left the room, her hips swaying as she walked away looking 
like a runway model. Cindy exuded pure sexuality. It was hard to 
tell if it was the fact that she was dressed conservatively, had 
excellent posture, and exhibited gracious manners. Jeff looked at 
Harry and asked, "Who is she?"

"Cindy is a friend of mine. She volunteered to spend a little time 
with you this weekend to teach you some of the subtleties of 
dealing with women," answered Harry with a smile. He wasn't 
going to tell Jeff that she was one of the most expensive 
practitioners of the oldest profession in the state, usually earning 
five thousand an evening, and that she had volunteered to spend an 
entire weekend teaching Jeff the arts of making love.

The woman returned carrying a tray. The tray contained real coffee 
mugs rather than the little delicate feminine coffee cups that Jeff 
had expected. She set the tray on the coffee table and then settled 
into her chair. Smiling over at Jeff, she asked, "Would you like 
cream and sugar in your coffee?"

"Uh, no thank you," answered Jeff. He glanced at Harry before 
returning to watch Cindy. She was an amazing looking woman, 
with soft curves to her body rather than the hard bony structure of 
an anorexic fashion model. 

Harry took a sip of his coffee and remarked, "This is very good."

"Thank you," replied Cindy. She added, "It is a special blend."

Jeff tasted his coffee and found it very good. He wasn't a 
connoisseur, but he did recognize a good cup of coffee when he 
drank it. Feeling like he should say something, he said, "This is the 
best cup of coffee that I've ever had."

"Why thank you," she replied, her voice musical and conveying 
actual pleasure in receiving such a simple complement. 

Harry took another sip of his coffee and then set the cup back on 
the tray having drunk very little of it. He stood as he said, "As 
much as I would love to stay here, I fear that I must leave."

Rising gracefully from her seat, Cindy extended a hand to Harry as 
she said, "It is always good to see you Harry. You'll be back 
Monday morning?"

Kissing her hand, Harry said, "As you wish, Cindy."

She led him to the door and kissed him on the cheek before letting 
him out. Returning to her chair, she sat across from Jeff and said, 
"Harry told me that you have helped raise two young ladies that 
were rescued from a horrible situation. He said that the young 
ladies are very happy and well balanced. In fact, he suggested that 
it was a miracle that they were so healthy. I find that kind of 
willingness to help others very rare. You must be a good man to 
have a friend like Harry."

"I fear that Harry has overstated my involvement. They helped me 
as much as I helped them," said Fred unused to being praised.

Cindy smiled as she said, "You are too modest."

Her smile lit up the room, making him feel special. For the next 
few hours, they exchanged details of their pasts, their current 
situations, and their hopes for the future. Jeff relaxed as the woman 
on a pedestal stepped down to present herself as a real woman. In 
the course of the discussion, Cindy taught him how to talk to a 
woman and how to listen to her in a fashion that makes her feel 
fulfilled. Jeff was a willing student, listening to everything she 
said. 

That evening, Cindy had showed him how a woman that loves a 
man is willing to pleasure him sexually. She mounted him and 
made love to him with total attention to his needs and desires. 
When he recovered, she had him mount him and take his pleasure 
form her body in whatever manner he wanted. It amazed him that 
she was willing to let him take her vaginally and anally. She gave 
her body to him with such totality to his pleasure that he felt guilty 
to take anymore. 

The next day, he woke to find her sleeping naked beside him. He 
watched her sleep amazed at the look of peace on her face. Rather 
than wake her, he let her rest wishing that he knew his way around 
her place well enough to make breakfast for her. When she woke, 
she smiled at him. The smile warmed his heart.

The day was spent in bed with Cindy teaching Jeff how to give 
pleasure to a woman. He learned how to touch a woman's body, 
how to observe its reaction to his touch, and how to listen to what 
she says to him in bed. Hours of performing oral sex under her 
tutelage gave him a confidence and a willingness to experiment 
that he would never have achieved otherwise. She taught him how 
to use his cock as an instrument of her pleasure. The entire day was 
focused on the needs of a woman.

Between bouts of love making, they ate light meals intended to 
restore their energy without weighing down the body. Little naps 
to restore his stamina helped to make it a wonderful day. By 
evening, he was able to play her body like a violin and give her the 
emotional attention that made him a virtuoso. Cindy fell asleep 
very satisfied from his attentions to her body. 

Sunday was spent learning how to share pleasure, the give and take 
that forms the basis for a truly loving relationship. The pace of the 
day was relaxed with occasional touches, comments, and actions 
that allowed one to let the other know that all was well. Couplings 
lasted for hours, as the intensity was more emotional than physical. 

Towards evening, Cindy explained to Jeff how to treat a woman 
outside the bedroom. She covered simple things such as how to be 
attentive to her comfort, to give her space, and how to respect her 
boundaries. The night was spent cuddling, an activity that Jeff had 
never considered sexual and found immensely rewarding.

Morning came too early for Jeff. After a final sharing in bed, they 
showered together and dressed to wait for Harry to arrive. As they 
waited, Jeff talked with Cindy about how much he appreciated 
everything that she had done for him. When Harry arrived, it was 
with great emotion that Jeff left the apartment. Cindy called out to 
him as he was leaving, "Some woman is going to be so lucky to 
find you."

It was a much more confident and happy Jeff that arrived home. 
The first thing he did after Harry left was to call Terry and make a 
date with her for her next night off from work. Cindy had 
conveyed a lesson that she probably had no idea that she was 
giving him - sex was not ugly nor was it to be punished by 
disfiguration. Sex, or more appropriately making love, was a gift 
that could be given and received without guilt. 

He sat in the house drinking a cup of coffee thinking over his 
experiences. He didn't know how much Lilly and Dolly knew 
about his past, but he knew enough about theirs to know that they 
could have the reverse fears that he had felt. They would believe 
that sex was a punishment, while he had been raised to think that 
sex had to be punished. Both kinds of fears were wrong and 
needed to be resolved.

The girls came home acting their usual manic after school selves. 
They hadn't realized that Jeff was home and immediately turned to 
him. Lilly asked, "What happened? Harry said he took you for 
some rehabilitation therapy and we didn't know when you would 
be back."

Pointing to the chairs, Jeff said, "Please have a seat while I make 
some hot chocolate for you. We need to have a long talk."

Dolly looked at her sister, puzzled by the serious tone of voice 
used by Jeff. "Okay."

Jeff went into the kitchen and prepared two cups of hot chocolate. 
It took about five minutes to make the beverage. During that time, 
Dolly and Lilly chatted in Chinese trying to figure out what he 
wanted to talk to them about. Jeff returned with two cups and set 
them in front of his young charges. The girls took a sip and made 
the appropriate comments about how he made the best hot 
chocolate.

After everyone calmed down, Jeff said, "When I was young, my 
mother caught me playing doctor with the next door neighbor girl. 
It was the first time that I had ever seen the private parts of a girl 
and I was terribly curious. She had never seen a penis and, I guess, 
she was just as curious about my anatomy."

Dolly and Lilly exchanged a glance knowing the story, having 
heard it from Harry. It was tempting to interrupt, but the serious 
tone in which Jeff was talking convinced them that it would be 
better to listen. Standing up, Jeff removed his shirt and turned so 
that they could see his back. It was a mass of ugly scars. He said, 
"My mother did not approve of two kids playing doctor. It was a 
horrible sin and one that had to be punished. She whipped me with 
barbwire shredding my back."

Replacing his shirt, he sat back down in his chair. "The whipping 
wasn't enough to satisfy her. She locked me in a closet for a week. 
The only time she opened the door was to give me food and water. 
Each time she fed me, she exclaimed that in hell there would be no 
food. By the time she let me out, I had soiled myself several times. 
I thought that one could never feel so humiliated."

He sighed while thinking about how wrong he had been. He 
continued, "A few weeks later, my mother caught me looking at 
the little girl again. This time, the little girl had raised her dress for 
me to see her panties. My mother was furious. No, furious isn't the 
word for what she experienced. My mother went insane."

It had been very hard to say that. This was the first time when he 
had admitted that it was his mother who had been wrong. He 
looked up and saw that the girls were staring at him wide-eyed. 
Voice breaking as he relived that day, he said, "She nailed me to 
the floor through my testicles. The pain was so intense that I lost 
consciousness before she finished doing that."

Dolly knew about losing consciousness from intense pain. 
Remembering her evening spent tied to the chain-link fence, she 
said, "Losing consciousness is a blessing."

"Yes, but regaining it can lead to even more pain," said Jeff. He 
took a sip of his coffee and set the cup down with excessive care. 
He said, "When I regained consciousness, my mother proceeded to 
cut my penis with a one of those hobby knives. She cut little pieces 
out of it. Her concentration on the act was unbreakable. She missed 
major veins that would have led me to bleeding to death very 
quickly. By the time she was done, there was no function left in it. 
The pain was incredible and I must have drifted into and out of 
consciousness a hundred times."

Dolly shivered at the idea of what he had been through. Her hand 
went to her breast as she recalled when Wong had slashed it with 
his knife. She recalled how she had nearly gone insane at the 
thought of him doing that to her clitoris. She said, "I can only 
imagine how it felt, but I know from personal experience that my 
imagination wouldn't do justice to the reality."

Jeff recalled the tortured state of her body and knew that she 
understood what he was saying. He said, "The doctors tried to put 
me back together. They weren't successful. There were too many 
damaged nerves and missing tissue. I know that you never saw my 
organ, but it looked like a gutted fish."

"Oh, that's horrible," cried Lilly at the mental image his comment 
invoked. 

"Yes, it was horrible," Jeff said. "It was a miracle that Kelly and 
the Druid doctor were able to put it right. I know that you 
understand how Kelly heals."

Lilly smiled and said, "She kisses it and makes it better."

The description made Jeff laugh. He said, "Well, rather than sex 
being followed by a punishment, sex was accompanied by healing. 
I had my first orgasm from Kelly."

"Same here," said Lilly although she didn't mention the fact that it 
was the only one of her life. Dolly didn't answer since she had 
masturbated a couple of times before finding herself getting turned 
into a slave and repeatedly raped. 

"Harry took me to a woman for rehabilitation therapy. She taught 
me how to make love," said Jeff. He paused and took a sip of his 
coffee. The girls took sips of their beverages wondering where he 
was going with this. He continued, "Making love is the most 
glorious thing one can ever experience."

Dolly frowned, wondering if Jeff was trying to take advantage of 
them, and asked, "Why are you telling us this?"

It was the perfect question. He answered, "For me, sex was 
followed by torture. For you, sex was a torture. My association of 
pain with sex has been removed. I fear that the same thing can not 
be said for you two."

The two girls looked at each other with misty eyes knowing that he 
was right. They still associated pain with sex. Neither one said a 
word in response. Jeff didn't expect them to reply. He said, "I don't 
want to know the answers to certain questions, it is not my place as 
your protector. However, I think you should think about them. Do 
you pleasure yourself? Do you imagine making love to a boy? Can 
you imagine enjoying making love? If not, you need to let me 
know so that we can find you some help."

The looks on the faces of the young women answered his questions 
far more clearly than they would ever put into words. Dolly, 
concerned about what he was suggesting, asked, "What is it that 
you want from us?"

"What do I want from you?" echoed Jeff as he thought about it. 
Giving them a small smile, he answered, "I want you to be happy. I 
want you to experience the best that life has to offer, to be healthy, 
and to fully enjoy your life. Paul, Fred, and I want nothing more 
than that."