Part 15

As With Most Days Christina Lane Cokely felt Mom’s presence at the bedroom door before Mom said a word. It always woke Tina.

“I’m awake! I’m getting up!” Tina protested automatically. But when she went to move the arms over her shoulders, the knee draped over her hip and the cheek against her crown held her in place. Tina was so comfortably spooned in Dana’s embrace she’d not even noticed till she tried to move.

Tina smiled to herself as the memory flooded back to her.

“You two; to bed!” Mom had said last night. “You look like the walking dead!” Then Mom chased them up the stairs threatening them with the tray of lemonade filled glasses she carried.

“Should we leave the door open for Lana?” Dana asked after she’d followed Tina into their room.

“I doubt she’ll be sleeping up here,” Tina told her sister. “Or much at all, tonight,” she added, imagining that Jeanine and Officer Ron were probably ravishing their pretty blonde daughter at that very moment. Tina looked back at Dana who did, in fact, look like death warmed over. Dark circles plagued her normally bright eyes. The heavy eyelids seemed to want to close forever at any moment. Tina steadied Dana’s swaying body with a hand on her sister’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you give me your things and I’ll put them in the wash,” Tina said, then added at Dana’s look of confusion. “I have to wash Deborah’s stench out of mine, anyway. No way I’m wearing anything that smells of her.”

“Sure,” Dana nodded, and, as she tried to slip off her panties she stumbled. Tina caught her by the shoulders and Dana slipped easily into Tina’s embrace.

Dana’s breathing was labored and heavy. Tina held her close, cradling Dana as she leaned heavily on Tina for support. When Tina looked down over Dana’s shoulder and down her back, she saw Dana’s bottom was bare and that her fancy pink-lace panties were only half way to her knees.

Tina kissed Dana’s ear. “If Lana walked in on us now,” Tina whispered. “She’d think we were lovers.”

Dana drew back, eyes downcast. Tina’s memory of it, this morning, as she lay there in Dana’s arms played like a movie in her mind. Dana had looked up and into Tina’s eyes, Dana’s own eyes big and soulful, hazel irises so open they barely formed a rim around her pupils and looking so innocent with longing Tina could not help but kiss Dana’s parted lips. Tina did so softly, merely brushing her sister’s mouth with her own.

That’s all it took.

Dana seemed to wake up. Dana’s mouth came alive and Tina felt herself mold to Dana as her sister’s tongue invaded her mouth, and Dana’s hands roamed. Tina felt a sudden shock as the pink polyester snap front housedress was ripped open exposing her nakedness to Dana and allowing Dana to explore Tina’s body freely. Tina’s memory was less clear from there on. She did remember enough to know that Dana had brought her to orgasm twice with lips and fingers and tongue before she, Tina, had tasted Dana’s sweet nethers… or was it three times?

From her own reactions, Tina learned the sensitivity of Dana’s breasts and nipples. How Dana gasped at Tina’s fingers, brushing their tender, pliable skin and how she moaned when Tina put her lips to their pointy tips. Learning Dana’s body and being explored, herself, by Dana were complex ecstasies unto themselves. The memories sort of faded like the end of a song recording of a song that has no real ending.

Tina woke about a quarter to three, according to the LED clock; her Deborah soiled lingerie on her mind. Quietly as she could, she left Dana’s sleeping form and gathered up her things as well as Dana’s. She grabbed a couple of soiled blouses as well, probably Cory’s, so that the wash load would be worth doing. Downstairs, she put the things in the washer setting it on ‘light load.’ Thirty minutes it would take? Damn! Bloody forever! She went into the kitchen, crossed her arms and thought about what she could do so she wouldn’t be bored out of her wits. Looking down she saw three of the six culling orders fanned out on the kitchen table. The top one was filled out in Jeanine’s elegant hand with Lana’s name on it and Officer Ron’s unreadable signature. The other two were still blank.

I could do it, Tina thought. I could sign this right now and tomorrow I’d have no choice but to be meat with Mom! I could kiss her again! I could kiss her before we’re both cut open! Tina’s mind began comparing Mom’s kiss to Dana’s. No… they might be similar, but they’re not the same! Mom’s yielding! She’s submissive… like me! But she’d be submissive to me too, I’ll bet… she would be… Tina struggled to imagine, and only knew two things then: The first was that she had no real idea how Mom would be as a lover. The second was that she knew Mom would at least accept, and might want… maybe even need, Tina’s affection.

That thought brought to mind Lana and her parents. Tina quietly cracked open the door to the front room. There she saw the three of them a tangle of flesh in their sleep. They clung to each other as is protecting one another from some storm or harsh cold. Their breaths and the rising and falling of their breasts seemed to sing a lullaby, easing their sleep.

Everything I see is beautiful now, Tina thought. She could not help but continue to watch them longer than she should have. Of the three Tina hand only ever thought of Jeanine as a sexual being before now. That had everything to do with how Jeanine acted toward Mom, the barely disguised sexual advances Jeanine constantly threw Mom’s way were a source of amusement for years between Tina and Naomi before Naomi left for college. If Jeanine meant to be discrete, she was a miserable failure at it. Now, after having been sexual with Dana, after having kissed Mom’s lips on Thursday, and after seeing the Lana and her parents in post coital slumber, Tina’s worldview was forever changed. She’d never see anyone, anywhere, without their sexuality being at the forefront of her mind.

Back upstairs she crept as quietly as a mouse and into the bathroom to relieve her aching bladder. As she sat there, she looked around absently and began to notice things… the grime, mostly. Around the edges of the floor, in the shower, around the toilet, at the base of the Enema Master™! It was everywhere! Mom couldn’t be happy about this… yech! Tina flushed the toilet, the noise prompting her to quickly close the door so as not to wake Dana. Then she dug out a green pad, some scrubbing powder and a sponge, and began to scrub. She scrubbed the shower, the floor, around the toilet and especially the Enema Master™! When she was done, she had no idea how long it had taken, she had the presence of mind to collect five fresh towels out of the linen closet; one for Dana, herself, and each of the Phillips downstairs. Dana startled her as she turned around to go from the hall closet.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” Tina asked.

“I missed you…”

Tina smiled and went to kiss Dana’s cheek, but Dana again took control and met her lips with her own.

“Come back to bed,” Dana cooed in Tina’s ear.

“I will,” Tina whispered back. “I just have to put our things in the Dryer.”

The two of them padded downstairs, and Dana took the opportunity to look in on the Phillips as Tina had done earlier. Coming out of the laundry room Tina caught Dana watching them sleep as she had. She touched Dana’s back, the two smiled at each other in understanding and headed back up and Tina followed Dana into bed.

“I’m going to do it,” Tina said as Dana wrapped herself around Tina.

“Do what?” Dana asked sleepily.

“I’m going with Mom,” Tina said. “I’m volunteering.”

“No you’re not,” Dana whispered as if she were sleep talking. “You’re mine, and if you go, I go too…”

“You’re Bart’s,” Tina whispered back. “And I’ll be in the way…”

“I love you,” Dana said. “We’ll talk about this in the morning…” the last trailed off, and soon, Dana’s breath evened on Tina’s neck, urging Tina herself to sleep. And now Tina was carefully trying to extricate herself from Dana’s embrace without waking her. Fat chance, Tina thought. And I’ll never have time to learn how to do it!

As hard as she tried not to wake Dana, Tina’s sister had other ideas. When Dana’s good morning liplock ended, she grinned.

“Morning breath!”

The two of them hurried, trying to stifle their giggles, to the bathroom, grabbed their tooth brushes and cleaned their mouths, watching each other’s face foaming at the mouth like rabid animals and giggling the whole time. When they finished, Dana demanded another kiss. The cherry fresh breath from the toothpaste tasted good to Tina, even if it was a bit artificial. The clink of dishes from downstairs stopped them.

“Mom’s up?” Dana asked.

“She looked in on us earlier.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Dana said, face ashen. “Oh my God! Did she see us?” Tina nodded. “Oh my God! She knows?” Dana was suddenly panicking in her humiliation.

Tina caught her. “Shh!” Tina cooed. “It’s okay… shhh…”

“But…”

“Why are you so afraid of Mom knowing?”

“…cause it’s… incest…”

“And what are Jeanine and Lana doing? And Officer Ron?”

“But that’s different…” Dana said, to which Tina shook her head ‘no.’ “No?” Dana asked.

“No.”

After a moment, Tina led her sister out of the bathroom intent on meeting Mom downstairs. But Mom was already on her way up, her jutting fair breasts, accentuated by light tan-lines, swaying slightly as she trudged. Tina leaned into Dana’s arms instinctively as Mom looked up. The momentary shock on Mom’s face at her two naked daughters stopped her.

“Shh!” Mom admonished Dana after Dana blurted her greeting. “Everyone’s still asleep!”

When Mom kissed each of their cheeks, Tina could feel Dana’s tension finally melt away. They followed Mom into the Hall bathroom and stepped into the shower with her as if it was expected, even when Mom’s reaction made it perfectly clear it was a surprise.

The three of them bathed in silence till Mom noticed the watered down blood between Dana’s legs. They told her about Dana and Bart, implying that Dana’s virginity was lost to him alone. Tina felt a tinge of guilt about the deception. But that was gone when they confessed their new sexual relationship, which seemed to cause Mom, God bless her, to glow with… pride?

Then Mom dropped the bombshell of Naomi’s culling the day before. The intensity of the story… they masturbated together… they intensely humiliating themselves to one another… it seemed so necessary to understand what Mom was telling them about Naomi, and how she went. They all felt the shame, and they all seemed to bask in that shame…

Together, Dana and Tina bathed Mom’s beautiful body, exploring every lovely inch of her soft skin. The sensitivity of Mom’s breasts both pleased Tina especially since they proved to be at least equally sensitive as her own and Dana’s. The feminine folds hidden by Mom’s cleft seemed eager for Tina’s fingers. Tina felt a certain satisfaction at Mom’s submissiveness. Her body seemed eager for the attention, even if there was a little fear in her eyes, the love Tina saw there was much more powerful. When Mom and Dana switched places and Mom joined her in her exploration of Dana, Dana acted rather than reacted. She’d tickle her attendees with a little poke, and caress their breasts, and bottoms.

As Tina’s turn came, she told Mom she’d be Volunteering. As expected, Mom was conflicted and beset with alarm and obvious desire. Dana protested profusely, and both she and Mom wept at the prospect even as Dana declared her intention to go with Tina. Mom’s alarm turned to motherly seriousness when Deborah’s name came up. She turned very much back into Mom!

“What happened?” she demanded.

They told her everything. Weepy Dana protested that she’d never wanted to burden Mom with this, but Mom was, in her way, relieved at the trust. Lovers trust, Tina discovered. That she and Dana and Mom would, in Tina’s mind, be sliced open and their bodies relieved of their organs together was proof enough that the three of them were linked forever as lovers. Deborah might win her little game over Dana, but the three of them win together in the end. That was all that mattered.

Tina’s body reacted in serene ecstasy with Mom’s seeming acceptance of the new circumstance. The attention from Dana and Mom was heaven, and Tina could not help but kiss them often. Dana and Mom shared the same even as Tina lay her head on Mom’s shoulder and saw they had an audience. Lana stood nude and quite frozen watching their intimacies, her large breasts with their enormous nipples heaving rapidly. Lana’s olive skin glistened with fresh perspiration and Tina wondered if… no, Tina thought, it’s like we’re here to perform for you… something about that pleased Tina and she favored Lana with a smile.

Downstairs, as Tina and Dana sliced peaches, bananas, apples and pears Tina delighted in Jeanine and Officer Ron’s ease. It made the surreal bearable. It gave it all a sense of normalcy.

“Do we have enough for the Newbire girls?” Jeanine asked.

“Honey,” Officer Ron said. “We have enough to feed five or six full families. The question is, will we run out of bowls?”

“I don’t think so,” said Dana. She opened the cupboard packed with Mom’s dishes. “Uhm… ten, fifteen… twenty five… there are thirty two of these.”

“Why so many?” Jeanine asked.

“I don’t know,” Dana said. “You should ask my Dad. He keeps bringing stuff home…”

Jeanine and Officer Ron seemed ecstatic to learn the two of them had volunteered. Jeanine communicated that by assaulting her daughter Lana with kisses after she arrived downstairs leaving the towel Lana had worn on the floor. Tina almost laughed at that, and again marveled at the shape of Lana’s body, and especially her breasts.

The only thing that truly startled Tina this morning was when Mom was told about Pastor Bob.

“Maybe he can marry Tina and Dana,” Mom said. What? Tina thought as she felt her skin go white. She exchanged glances with Dana, who was equally startled.

“That’s so romantic!” Tina heard Melanie say. Geeze, Mel!

Tina kissed Dana and went outside. The morning air was nippy, and the thin fabric of the pink, polyester, snap front housedress was no match for it. She might as well be naked. Surreal, Tina thought. It’s all so surreal! She had to be alone for a few minutes, away from everything and everyone. Even away from Dana. She needed to think. No, she needed NOT to think. She sat down at the edge of the porch deck, leaned back on her hands, and scanned the scene. The semi circle of roasters and tables, the new picnic tables beyond, the banners… all played second fiddle to the chill. She might as well be naked. Tina focused on her breathing, trying to calm herself. But it was cold. And the thin fabric did nothing for her. She might as well be naked.

“Feed them all,” Tina thought to herself, she’d be meat soon, roasting and warm over propane fire. But not right now. Now it was cold, and she wore nothing that would warm her. And she might as well be naked. Tina began unsnapping the dress, working her way down one handed. Lana’s arrival stopped her when she was almost all the way down.

Something was said. Tina paid no attention till Dana was at her side. Did Lana just kiss me or did I kiss her? Did she put her hand on my pathetic little boob? Lana protested something about not being as sexy and curvy as Tina and Dana and Barbie??? Barbie was curvy! Tina and Dana were slender and willowy. Barely fit to do anything other than… not much at all…

Speak of the devil, here comes Barbie. Tina had to admit it; hating Barbie was a pain in the ass. It was actually a whole lot nicer to know that bridge had not been totally burned away. And here comes Bart. God he’s hot! Dana, you should just go with him! Forget me! He wants you! Just let me go, and have lots of babies and have a long life filled with love. Dash, short for Dashiel, Bart’s nubile, young and effeminate looking brother, apparently named after some author his mother loved to read. Pretty, Tina would label him; sexy too, but pretty.

Bart and Barbie were both very upset at Dana’s decision to volunteer. Barbie cried! Real tears! Twenty four hours ago, Tina would not have believed Barbie capable of any emotion that did not involve her own comfort or popularity. I’m glad I knew you better, Barbie. I really am.

“Good morning, Babies!” Mom appeared with a tray of fruit bowls. Tina managed to get everyone introduced before Mom offered bowls to the newcomers.

“Daddy was praying he’d get the chance to bless the event!” Barbie beamed after Mom told her she’d spoken with him on the phone. “But I just found out Dana and Tina volunteered… I was hoping…”

“To be Dana’s bride’s maid?” Mom asked as she passed out the bowls. The boys took theirs with obvious reluctance.

“Well,” Barbie said. “That too. But also to see me mounted tomorrow…” That discussion got Mom all excited.! Dana was looking at Tina all through it with the strangest expression as Barbie tried to explain and Tina found out Mom, to Tina’s amazement, already knew all about the practice of the mounting sacrament.

“I had totally forgot all about that,” she told Dad who appeared in his red polo shirt and cut offs just as the conversation wrapped up. Tina always marveled at his powerful legs, which were as big around at the thigh, at least, ash her own waist.

“About what?” Dad asked.

“Remember last year, a year ago almost exactly, when they did that African rite to those three reporters and their children?” “

Oh! Yeah!” Dad had replied… “So this is Barbie?”

“Evil Barbie, yes!” Barbie smiled.

“Even so,” Dad said. “I’m sure glad you were there for Dana last night! You too, young Mr. Haskell!”

“Like I said,” Bart replied. “I love your daughter, Mr. Cokely.”

“I can see that. Sorry about the loss yesterday.”

“We’ll face Obama again! Don’t count us out on one loss,” Bart said with conviction. “I got a call from a Stanford Recruiter, though… so maybe it wasn’t a total loss at all…”

“Good luck!”

“Thank you, sir!”

“Did you go see Pastor Bob last night?” Tina asked, remembering Lana’s message. When she looked around, Lana had disappeared.

“Yeah,” Bart said. “We had a lot to talk about… My dad wasn’t happy I went over there, but he’ll get over it.”

“Your father and Pastor Bob not get along?” asked Dad.

“They have a difference of opinion where I’m concerned,” Bart said. “Pastor Bob wants me to be a missionary in the Summer for the Christian Nudists. My Dad isn’t going for it.”

“What does Bart want?”

“Let’s just say my Dad and I are going to have a long talk…”

“A young man has to take charge of his destiny,” Dad said. “Is that what the Christian Nudists wear in public?” Dad pointed to Bart’s g-string.

“Well, yes sir,” Bart said. “But only when we can’t go totally naked all the way. I’m guessing it’ll be the minimum I’ll be aloud to strip down to today…”

“We’re nymphs,” said Dash, a lot more contrite with his read bottom than he’d been earlier.

“Well,” Bart said. “That’s true, but my Dad refuses to believe I am. He’s accepted that Dash is. He’s got all his hopes wrapped up in my football career.”

“That’ll come to an end very fast if you end up on a stick, young man!” Dad warned.. “You are aware that this state doesn’t recognize nymphs yet… aren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” Bart said. “But that’ll change soon, I’m pretty sure.”

Dad smiled at him with a half smile, not necessarily an approving one. “For your sake, I hope you’re right. But you should be careful who you tell...”

“Yes sir!” Bart nodded.

Dad took Dana and Tina by the arm and led them up onto the deck for privacy.

“When did you find out Bart was a nymph?”

“Just now, Daddy!” Dana said. “I’m not even really sure what a nymph is… a boy with a girl’s soul?”

“Honey,” Mom said. “It’s a bisexual boy!”

“Oh!” Dana said, and Tina simply felt shock. How could she, Tina, have not made that connection earlier?

“That’s okay,” Dana said after a few moments. “It doesn’t change anything…”

“Is this where today’s big barbeque is happening?” came a very assertive female voice.

Tina, Dana and their parents turned to see a brunette with short, curly hair in an off-white blazer and skirt, a purple blouse and pumps, silk stalking and holding a microphone with “CWN 8” marked on it, the local CWN affiliate out of Phoenix.

“That’s us,” Dad said.

“Tamara Esteves, CWN-8 News,” she introduced herself. A woman in a khaki t-shirt and camouflage fatigue pants had started rolling with a steady cam on her shoulder. “Are you the host of this event?”

“I’m Donald Cokely,” Dad introduced himself, and Mom and all five girls.

“This would be the same Martha whose name is on that banner over there?” Ms. Esteves asked. “So are all the slots filled?” The woman’s eyes looked very hopeful.

“Yes,” Mom said curtly which got a sigh of what appeared to Tina to be relief from Ms. Esteves.

“Oh good!” Ms. Esteves said. “That’s very good! So, is it true that this type of event is somewhat uncommon here in Poppyfield…” She had a microphone in Mom’s face.

“Yes,” Mom said simply, obviously getting more annoyed with each second.

“And who’s on the menu today?”

“Well,” Mom said. “I am. My mother is. My friend Jeanine Phillips is also with her daughter Lana…”

“And us!” Dana asserted. “Don’t forget us.”

“Wow! Six roasts! Wonderful. So you’re expecting a large crowd today?” she put the mike to Dad.

“Yes, we are,” said Dad, sounding just as annoyed as Mom.

“And, can you tell me how this event came to be?” Who planned it and what was the occasion?”

“My Grandmother and Grandfather planned it,” Tina knew Deborah’s annoying proclaimatory tone instantly. It was the same tone Deborah used to make snide remarks to unsuspecting victims when she wanted to humiliate someone in a group setting. Tina turned to see Deborah, imperiously dressed in her fine wool knit, slate gray dress with the oversized turtleneck. She’d gone bra-less, Tina saw, as Deborah’s nipples were proudly making their presence known through the finely knit fabric. Her dirty blonde hair was piled high on her head with dangles around her hears, and her face was made up as if she were about to stride down a runway in Milan. She looked every inch the Bell of the Ball. All of Tina’s loathing for the bitch she could have spat out in that instant. How dare she act the queen here and now! The fucking nerve of the scuzzy cunt!

“Tina!” Mom hissed a whisper in Tina’s ear as the newswoman began engaging Deborah in an interview. “Easy,” Mom cooed. It’s okay. We really did not want to talk to the media anyway… Tina..?”

“Yes, Mom…” Tina felt herself scowl. “I’m sorry… it’s just…”

“I know, honey… I know,” Mom’s caress on Tina’s arm soothed away some of the rage.

“Martha!” called the sing song voice of Helen Blakely with her hen pecked husband Brad and their two surviving daughters, Colleen and Eileen in tow. All four carried huge stainless steel bowls covered in cling wrap. “Where can we put these?”

“Oh wow!” Martha said. “Stuffing...? My God, Helen, how much did you make?”

“Enough for ten…”

“Ten!”

“Just in case…”

Mom rolled her eyes, almost causing Tina to laugh out loud, and had Tina relieve young Eileen of her burden. As Tina followed the rest of the Blakelys and her mother to one of the stainless prep tables, she almost laughed again. Helen Blakely’s lower half was covered only in a g-string with the most ridiculously tiny triangle of fabric covering the relatively tiny cleft between her ultra wide hips. The rest was thin ribbon around her gelatin-giggly buttocks. Her top was as overwhelming for her very nearly flat chest as a top could be. Eileen, who still had a chance to grow breasts, but had yet to start, was similarly clad. Colleen, who’s figure was somewhere more near the norm than her mother’s dressed a bit more sensibly in a sports bra and boy shorts. Tina wondered at the argument that had caused in the Blakely household… Tina set down the heavy bowl, and Dana almost instantly handed her a bottle.

“What’s this?” Tina asked.

“Comfort Juice™, Sweetheart,” Mom said.

“Comfort Juice™?” Tina asked. “For comfort?”

“It’s so you won’t feel pain when they cut you open,” Mom said, her voice nearly choking out the words.

“Oh! Okay,” Tina said, examining the plastic bottle suspiciously and reading the ‘directions for use’ on the back. Drink slowly! Consume entire bottle no less than three hours before your render time for full effect. Drink as much cool, clear water as needed between having consumed Comfort Juice™ and your render time.

“Interesting,” Tina said.

“Try it!” Aunt Beverly appeared wearing Mom’s beige bikini. Tina looked suspiciously from Deborah’s mother to Deborah, who was still chatting up the TV Reporter, and back to Aunt Beverly. “It’s good!” Aunt Beverly added.

“Tina was about to open her bottle when she heard Deborah exclaim with shock and disgust; “Oh My God!”

Tina turned her head, as all others did, to face the throng of naked men, women and children approaching. An accordion player accompanied their vocal rendition of “The Holy Spirit Is In Us.”

“Daddy!” Barbie called and waved. The dough boy faced, balding head of the portly man at the head of the assembly waved back as did the woman at his side, a tall, frail-looking redhead with the egg-shaped breasts that were slightly too big for her frame.

Barbie took the man’s hand and lead him to the Cokelys. Tina and her family were introduced to Pastor Bob and his wife Cindy LeClerk as well as several of their adult parishioners. Those, Tina was surprised to find, included the families of two of her classmates. Rick Anselmo, who, like Bart and his brother Dashiel, was denuded of body hair as were all the other school age boys. Tanya Ferdinand’s Anglo-Mexican heritage was evident when Tina met her Mexican born mother and Canadian born father. The Christian Nudists wore three items. Open footwear, sandals or flip flops, crucifixes of various shapes and sizes, and each had a decal on the small of their backs that read: “Proud to be naked for Christ” or “Clothed as God Intended!” or “Prepared for Paradise in the only clothing God Gave Me!”

A very pregnant young Mexican woman managed the children Cindy LeClerk had born, and was actively taking charge of the rest. The had begun scampering to and fro like un-caged monkeys, but it took the nanny no time at all to corral them all and run them all to one of the ice cream vendors that had taken up a position at the edge of the new picnic area.

While all this was going on, Dad introduced the Blakelys, the Newbire girls with Greta Newbire, their very white skinned mother of the tanned beach babies. Tanya Harding and Brenda Davis also insisted on being introduced along with their own husbands and broods. Those few who had arrived prior to the Christian Nudists seemed entirely enthralled with the odd group.

“So,” Pastor Bob had taken Mom and Dad aside as Mrs. LeClerk pealed what little clothes there were off Barbie’s body, and another marked the small of Barbie’s back with a decal that read: “Sunshine on my skin is God’s own blessing.”

“What was this about a marriage ceremony?” Pastor Bob asked, Tina’s sense of the surreal came down in full force.

“Oh,” Mom said. “It was just a passing thought, really. I’m not going to see any of my girls married… but since Dana and Tina have fallen in love with each other… maybe it was just a silly little fantasy…”

Tina’s body was suddenly yanked into Dana’s arms and received a deep kiss.

“Are you in love with me?” Dana asked softly in Tina’s ear.

“Yes!” Tina whispered back. Surreal!

“Well… I can’t say that I’m opposed to the idea,” Pastor Bob was saying. “There’s no real precedent for it legally, though some churches have, in fact, performed the rite for some young women… Biblically there is silence on the matter… but that does not mean God wouldn’t smile on such a union…”

Dana led Tina by the hand between Pastor Bob and her parents, interrupting him.

“Pastor Bob,” Dana said. “I… will you make my sister my wife?”

Pastor Bob blinked, looked to Tina, who felt his appraising gaze wash over her, to Mom, then to his wife, who had a big smile on her face, then to Tina, who’s eyes were now a little more wet.

“Miss Tina,” Pastor Bob asked with an oh so normal tone that made it oh so much more surreal. “Would you like to be married to your sister?”

Tina nodded. “Yes,” she managed with a whimper. Hearing herself say it brought a rush up Tina’s spine as well as a kiss from Dana and a sob from Mom.

“Very well,” said the very naked man of God. “Please give me a little time to compose a sermon… shall we say… what time is it? Nine-ish? How about eleven o’clock, we’ll begin the ceremony…”

“This is sooo romantic!” Melanie exclaimed and for once, surreally, nobody chided her for it. Both Cory and Sandy were smiling and nodding with vigor.

“Flowers!” Cindy LeClerk declared. “We can’t have a wedding without flowers! Oh good! It will give the children something to do…”

At that moment, Gramma stepped out of the house to capture everyone’s attention. Tina forgot her anger at her grandmother. Gramma was completely naked save for her pearls, makeup, upswept salt and pepper hair, the wrist cuffs behind her back and the dark pubic hair with bits of silver that only covered the very top of Gramma’s cleft. She looked magnificently regal in her bare skin. She looked fair and luminous. People marveled at Gramma’s surprisingly nubile and fit form. Few, if any of them, had seen any women over age forty. Yes, there were wrinkles, and yes, her once proud breasts drooped a bit and sported barely visible stretch marks, but she took away the collected breaths of those present, especially Tina’s. Surreal!

“Who is that?” Pastor Bob asked with awe in his voice.

“That’s my mother,” said Mom. “Elizabeth Finney is her name. My Dad too… they paid for all this…”

Pastor Bob bounded up onto the porch deck with surprising spryness that belied his portly form and moved next to a very alarmed looking Gramma.

“Everyone! Please show your appreciation for our benefactors, Mr. Finney and his very beautiful wife, Mrs. Elizabeth Finney!”

Nudists and Non-Nudists alike thundered their approval to Gramma’s full body blush and shy smile. Gramma’s eyes sparkled under the weight of the unexpected attention.

“Miss Melanie,” Mrs. LeClerk said. “Would you and your sisters like to help me lead the children on a flower gathering expedition?”

“Oh! Yes, please!” Melanie jumped up enthusiastically. Cory and Sandy followed Melanie’s lead. “I love you both!” Melanie mouthed as Mrs. LeClerk lead the three of them off to gather children and the surreal sexual organs of unsuspecting vegetation.

Pastor Bob spoke with Gramma and Grandpa for a while with two church elders at one of the new picnic tables. Open were bibles and liturgies. Pens were making furious contact with college ruled paper.

Just as all this was beginning to sink in, one more thing… make that two, put an exclamation on the surreal circumstances. Silver haired Principal Daniels approached with several of the high school faculty. He wore pleated gray shorts with an ironed crease in them and a polo shirt in the school’s turquoise colors on his tall, thin body. His fifty-ish year old face with its trimmed white mustache wore his signature Clark Kent glasses and bore a look of utter discomfort as his eyes wandered over the naked people present.

The second thing was that Barbie’s friend Roberta was also walking up with them wearing a dark bikini and carrying, as most others did, a tote back.

“Oh God!” Tina blurted.

“What’s wrong?” Dana asked.

Tina pointed at Roberta. The girl with the dark and tawny hair had a strange look on her face under thick, dark brows few could get away with. Her bikini accentuated the well formed curves that were almost, but not quite, Barbie’s equal. Her large, high breasts were very wide set to the point that they almost protruded from the sides of Roberta’s rig cage and left an equally wide cleavage. But it was the bikini Roberta wore that was most disturbing. It was, quite obviously, now that Roberta was closer, made of girl leather, dyed black. The top was cut from a woman’s breasts and sported the original nipples. The bottom was cut from a woman’s lower torso and buttocks, the cleft and buns sewn together with white laces at the long slit front to back. The tote she carried was made of girl leather as well, also dyed to match the bikini.

“Oh, my!” Dana whispered.

“Dana!” Barbie bound up with Roberta on her arm. “Tina, this is my friend Roberta…”

“Nice to meet you,” Tina managed, offering her hand even though she wanted to curl up and hide somewhere. Roberta took Tina’s hand with a shyness about her, and Tina felt Roberta’s tremble in her own.

“Nice Bikini!” Dana sounded almost convincing.

“Like it? My Dad got it custom made for me when my Mom was culled.

“Wow,” said Tina, a little… no, a lot creeped out. “Does it make you feel closer to her?”

“That’s it exactly!” Roberta said with sudden elation. “That’s so nice of you to get that! Most people don’t!”

Tina gave her as sweet a smile as she could, thinking she’d be safer over Mr. Daniels’ lap.

Tina looked around for some escape. The reporter was now engaged a now completely naked Bart Haskell. Mom and Jeanine were sitting in chairs next to each other getting their hair and makeup done and talking with Gramma and Grandpa. Dad and Officer Ron were sitting with Pastor Bob and his church elders discussing whatever with gusto. Lindsey, Lorrie and Lana were off chatting with Mr. and Mrs. Blakely. Chelsea and Frank were showing off Chelsea’s belly…

“Oh!” Tina finally found an out. “Hi, Mr. Daniels!”

“Top of the morning to you, Girls,” Principal Daniels said with reserve.

“Mr. Daniels,” Barbie put an enthusiastic smile in her voice. “Tina and Barbie are getting married!”

“They are?” Mr. Daniels looked surprised. “I had heard the two of you volunteered to be lunch.”

“We did,” Dana said.

“They’re marrying each other!” Barbie said with her most cheerful grin.

Both Mr. Daniels’ and Roberta’s face went slack.

“Is that true?” Principal Daniels asked.

“Yes,” Dana said. “And Barbie’s going to be my Maid of Honor.”

“Really!” Barbie exclaimed with breathless delight.

“You have to be!” Dana said. “No one else will do!”

“Then,” Mr. Daniels said. “Are you not going to be roasted?”

Dana shook her head. “We are, sir. We just want to be married before we go…”

Tina nodded at that, leaning into Dana, who put her arm around Tina’s waist.

“Then, I’m very happy for both of you, Miss Dana, Miss Christina!” Mr. Daniels said. “Congratulations!” He smiled, and began to move off.

“Wait!” Dana said. “Mr. Daniels, didn’t Tina promise you a spanking?”

“I beg your pardon… I don’t remember her offering to spank… oh… you mean… no… I don’t think so… I think I’d have remembered that.”

“Well,” Dana said, fingers dancing on Tina’s tummy. “She did promise our Daddy that she would submit to one from you if you wanted to. I know she’s been teasing you so much…”

OKAY! Now Tina knew that if she lived another twenty years how it would be! Dana’s arm around her waist held Tina close, fingers moving up and down her tummy through the think fabric of the pink, polyester, snap front housedress.

“Hi, guys!” Lana arrived in her black underthings. “Hi, Mr. Daniels.” Mr. Daniels replied with a nod.

“Lana!” Barbie said. “This is my friend, Roberta.”

“Hi! Nice bikini!”

“Like it? It was my Mom!”

“Oh!” Lana’s glance at Tina told her everything. “That’s… wow! That’s very… different!”

“Thanks!”

“We were just talking about how Tina promised to get a spanking from Mr. Daniels.”

Lana laughed so heartily her boobs jiggled in her black shimmering lace. To Tina’s utter horror, so did Roberta, Dana and Barbie.

“It’s not like Tina hasn’t been asking for it!” Lana declared.

“I have not!” Tina protested.

“Oh! And rubbing your cute little butt against poor Mr. Daniels yesterday morning wasn’t a full on tease?”

“She WHAT?” Barbie exclaimed.

“There was that,” Mr. Daniels murmured.

“Daddy!” Dana called. “Can you come here for a minute?”

Tina could not speak, she just stood there and trembled in her horror. Her skin had goose pimples even though the air was already getting very warm, the occasional cool breeze could not account for them.

“It’s okay, Tina,” Lana said, grinning, the shit! “I’m sure Mr. Daniels will give your pretty little bottom as much attention as you’ve been trying to get from him…”

“What’s up?” Dad asked, looming enormous over even tall Mr. Daniels.

“Daddy,” Dana said, Tina still firmly held close, and fingers, Tina was well aware, dancing over her butterfly filled tummy. “This is Principal Daniels…”

“Oh, yes!” Dad offered his bear sized paw with a friendly smile. “Good to finally meet you, sir! I understand you… Tina’s been a little bit of a tease, or so I’m told…”

“Well…” Mr. Daniels said with his reserved tone. “I’m sure Miss Christina is otherwise a very sweet girl…”

“She did inspire us to win Monday’s make-up game,” Bart said, obviously having been abandoned by the reporter who was now with Mom, Jeanine and Tina’s grandparents.

“I remember,” Mr. Daniels said. “I suppose that might have had something to do with the team’s vigorousness. It’s such a shame it did not last through Friday. But, I must say, we cannot have other students thinking they can behave in so obscene a manner. I hope you agree, Mr. Cokely.”

“I do,” Dad said. “Tina has been misbehaving a great deal, not just in school. I’ve tried to meet out discipline, but her mother is so protective of the girls, she’s afraid I’ll hurt her with these big paws of mine.”

“Mothers do tend to have tender hearts,” Mr. Daniels agreed.

“Anyway,” Dad said, meeting Tina’s wide hazel green eyes with a very stern look on his face that contrasted his easy smile. His next words sent a thrill of terror down Tina’s spine, and elsewhere. “I think that everyone agrees a little discipline would be good for Tina at this point, Mr. Daniels. If you’re up to it, her mother and I would appreciate your taking charge of the situation.”

Tina’s jaw went slack and her skin felt the prickle of humiliated goose flesh. Her eyes searched frantically for sympathy. She found none to start, but eventually her eyes met Gramma’s as Grandpa led her up. Gramma, quite obviously, knew what was happening. Gramma’s chest was heaving and her breath came through parted lips. She wore flushed cheeks, sympathetic eyes. Tina’s grandparents came to a halt just within earshot and Grandpa held Gramma exactly the same way Dana held Tina, fingers dancing over quivering tummies. Gramma’s stance took an odd shape, thighs and knees together, rubbing ever so slightly, with feet slightly apart. Gramma’s stood with slightly hunched shoulders, her breasts bobbing and her nipples standing swollen and erect as Grandpa’s dancing fingers caused her to squirm.

Tina opened her bottle of Comfort Juice™ and took a deep draught of the refreshingly tangy liquid. It soothed Tina’s dry throat.

“Oh!” called Mrs. LeClerk as she passed by with a basket of Carnations, Roses and Pansies. “You mustn’t chug it, Dear! It won’t work if you drink it too fast!”

Tina stopped drinking and Dana took the bottle from her.

“Very well, then,” Mr. Daniels said.

“Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Daniels,” said Dad.

“You’re quite sure?” Mr. Daniels asked, to Dad’s nod. The principal regarded Dad and nodded himself. Carefully, Mr. Daniels reached for Tina’s hand. For a man as tall as Mr. Daniels, his hand was not large and quite soft and fleshy. It shook with the same intensity Tina’s did. She let him have hers with her arm limp. He seemed to be enthralled with her hand, caressing it with both of his own. Very gently, more so that Tina would have thought, Mr. Daniels coaxed her forward. Tina slipped from Dana’s embrace as Mr. Daniels looked around for a place to go, then settled on the bench of a vacant picnic table. He settled onto the bench still holding Tina’s hand, and Dana took a seat to his left. Dad took Mr. Daniels right side but not immediately next to him, as if leaving space for someone or something.

“I heard someone is getting a spanking! Is that true?” The reporter had rushed up with her microphone in the face of anyone who was near. What was her name? Tanya…? No… Tamara Esteves. The camera woman pointed her contraption straight at Tina as Mr. Daniels pulled open that pink, polyester, snap front dress. Tina heard herself whimper as her naked body was exposed for the world, local and through television, could look at her. Even as the dress slipped off Tina’s shoulders, she saw Deborah, arms folded with a satisfied smirk on her face.

Mr. Daniels light touch on Tina’s hips brought her attention back to him. He touched her left boob, feeling its shape and testing the hardness of Tina’s nipple. She almost cried out at the exploratory touch. His hand around her forearms, Mr. Daniels drew Tina in, urging Tina to lean forward and move between himself and Dad. She put a knee on the bench between them, then the other. Dad had her feet. As Mr. Daniels drew her over himself, Dana caught her shoulders. Tina’s tummy and hips made contact with Principal Daniels lap, her head and shoulders landed softly in Dana’s lap. Dad had her feet which forced her bent knees between Dad and Mr. Daniels each to one side of the bench, leaving her legs parted.

The morning’s still cool breeze lighted upon Tina’s sex, the chill on the previously protected area of her body caused a quiver on her the moist, warm skin and gave her another squirmy thrill. Between Dana and Mr. Daniels Tina’s breasts dangled and bobbed with every slight motion of her body as she tried to get comfortable or reacted to the various stimuli.

“I’m sorry,” Tina said with nervous sarcasm as her bottom wiggled involuntarily. “I guess I just need to get comfortable for my spanking…”

The gathered crowd, Christian Nudist and the rest of the neighborhood obviously heard her because the amused laughter broke the tension.

“Well,” Mr. Daniels said with something approaching a smile in his voice. “It’s not very often I have the opportunity to give so lovely a little bottom as this my undivided attention.”

Dad’s laugh Tina recognized above the others as Dana petted Tina’s hair and Mr. Daniels hands lighted upon Tina’s lower back and bottom. His right hand was petting her buttocks and slipping between her open legs to explore her nethers with light caresses.

“That’s not true,” Tina almost gasped as he touched her so intimately. “My little butt has been trying to get your attention for weeks!” That brought long hearty laughs from all around, especially Dana.

“Isn’t that the truth!” Tina recognized Miss Snodgrass’ voice. “You all should have heard poor Principal Daniels at the last faculty meeting! He said, and I quote: ‘So help me, Christina Cokely's shapely little rear end will be the death of me!”

“Yes!” Mr. Daniels replied. “If I’d known Mr. Cokely before now, this might have happened sooner, and certainly more often!” Giggles again sounded around. “Hmmm… Mr. Cokely, how many spanks would you think are appropriate?” He was still petting Tina rhythmically. His thumb brushed Tina’s rosebud as his fingers felt at her cleft with her labia swollen enough to have made themselves visible from the deep cleft. Mr. Daniels brushed them gently though it might as well have been an all out assault, so sensitive they were. The terrible thrill had her hips squirming again.

“As many as you think are necessary,” Dad replied, his huge hands warming Tina’s bare feet.

“Oh dear,” Mr. Daniels said. “I should say… ten… that should be enough…”

Tina was about to say; ‘Oh, make it five’ but before she could utter the words, Mr. Daniels hand had come away from her flesh and came back down with a terrible sound.

SMACK! “One!” someone called out, a man’s voice Tina did not recognize. Tina, herself, emitted what amounted to a high pitched whimper. SMACK! The second came down almost instantly after the first. “Two!” Several voices had joined in the count as Tina whimpered again pathetically. SMACK! “Three!” Even more joined in, now with an assertive confidence and Tina’s whimper had become almost a squeak as her swollen labia seemed to swell more and more with each thrilling contact. SMACK! “Four!” The counting was now full bodies from what sounded like the entire crowd. “Haaah!” Tina cried and her sex now felt like it was filling painfully. SMACK! “Five!” Came the sting. “Aaah!” Tina cried as tears ran down her cheeks. One! Two! Three! Four! Five! The smacks had come that fast, but with Tina’s sense of both their rapid succession also came the slowing down of time as she absorbed every element around her.

The flesh of Tina’s bottom burned. Her sex was still warm but she could still feel the chill upon it. The rest of her body was still covered in gooseflesh. All these sensations had a life all their own but were drown out when Mr. Daniels fingers once again lighted upon her bare bottom, the burning skin sensitive to his touch and enhancing the sexual tension and desire that filled Tina so. She held her breath, knowing it was not over, in an attempt to control her body and fearing it was futile.

Dana was again petting Tina’s hair. Dad’s hands were still warm on Tina’s feet. Tina’s sex felt like a babe’s mouth sucking kisses in the hair hoping for the random nipple that Mr. Daniels’ exploring fingers proved to be. Though his fingers did not venture inside her, his thumb pressed on Tina’s rosebud and Tina relaxed for only an instant allowing it to slip in and bury itself to the knuckle. Tina felt like a newly enslaved sex toy as Mr. Daniels’ thumb, which had looked so small before, seemed so large inside her.

Tina managed to relax after clenching for a minute. As Mr. Daniels’ left his thumb in place, his fingers rested in stillness at the tender and moist nethers giving Tina a bit of a reprieve.

Tina’s eyes wandered over the faces gazing at her. Mom and Jeanine stood flanking Gramma’s naked self. The three of them now had their hair styled up, Gramma’s upswept contrasted with Jeanine’s top-knot and Mom’s braided updo that displayed Mom’s graceful neck in a way Tina thought made it look delicate and vulnerable, much like Gramma’s. Their lightly painted faces made them look like porcelain sculptures. All three of them had flushed faces and their chests heaved visibly. Gramma’s erect and swollen nipples made Tina wonder, and believe, Mom and Jeanine’s were just as stiff with arousal and as longing as those on Tina’s dangling breasts.

SMACK! “Six!” SMACK! “Seven!” SMACK! “Eight!” SMACK! “Nine!” SMACK! “Ten!”

With the last sting Tina’s sex had filled to bursting and gushed with orgasm, Tina feeling it gush out of her as if she were evacuating a vaginal douche. Even Tina’s eyes were leaking uncontrollably and she turned her head into Dana’s tummy to hide her humiliated face. The applause thundered instantly after the count of ten was complete from all those watching, enhancing Tina’s embarrassment and strangely, granting Tina a sense of joy.

Dad pulled Tina’s legs straight by her calves and he, Dana and Mr. Daniels rolled her face up. Dana brushed away Tina’s tears, kissed her forehead and then her lips. When Dana helped Tina to sit up in Mr. Daniels’ lap Tina’s arms came around the Principal’s neck and Tina’s lips found his surprised mouth, rewarding him deeply.

“Awwww!” the crowd cooed.

“What was that for?” Mr. Daniels asked after.

Tina looked at him, then smiled nervously.

“I don’t know,” Tina said after a moment. “I guess I just needed to know you still liked me in the end.”

Mr. Daniels embraced her, and held her close as he met her eyes again.

“I’ll take a thousand more of your little teases for that kind of reward,” He said, and Tina giggled a little in spite of the sting on her bottom and the sting of humiliation.

“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!” Someone said.

“Mr. Daniels!” Tina looked over to see that the speaker was Brad Blakely. “If either of my girls ever tease you or any of your teachers, feel free to give them a piece of your justice!” Mr. Blakely had a half smile, but something told Tina he was quite serious.

“DAD!” Eileen and Colleen protested over the chuckles.

“You cannot be serious, Brad!” Helen Blakely protested. “What have our girls ever done to deserve any punishment at all?”

“OH!” Brad Blakely sounded incensed and incredulous. “Three words! Gossip! Gossip! And, oh, uh… Gossip!” The look on Mrs. Blakely’s face, as well as that of her girls was nothing short of priceless. Everyone noticed. “Mr. Daniels,” Mr. Blakely added. “When you have a moment…”

“Of course,” Mr. Daniels said, still holding Tina close. He looked again into Tina’s eyes. “As much as it pains me, Young Miss Christina, our adventure is at an end.”

Tina kissed the principal’s earlobe. “I think it pained me a bit more,” she said, and he chuckled. “Thank you, Mr. Daniels.”

“No, young miss, thank you!”

Tina let Dana pull her off Mr. Daniels. She looked down to see his shorts. Oh my God! She thought as she slipped, again, into Dana’s arms, his shorts are all wet! She looked down, embarrassed, then looked up at her school principal. Mr. Daniels accepted another light kiss from Tina and moved off toward Mr. Blakely and his three cackling females.

Tina did not see the results, though she certainly wanted to watch for a while, because Jeanine suddenly had her face and was sucking the wind out of Tina’s lungs, she was kissed so hard. Jeanine passed Tina to Mom, who was far more tender and she seemed far more of an equal, when Tina kissed her, than Dana…

“God that was hot!” Jeanine was saying. “God that was hot!”

“I think everyone thought so,” Mom said, forehead against Tina’s, rubbing noses. “Come here,” She had Dana’s hand and tasted Tina’s blonde twin.

Deborah again caught Tina’s eye, her arms folded, shaking her head with disgusted superiority. Tina tried to ignore her, but somehow, Deborah kept her presence known.

“Did you get it all?” Tamara Esteves was asking her camera woman, who nodded assertively.

“Don!” Some tiny blonde in a pink blouse and red skirt called. “If I could get your attention for a few minutes…”

Dad rolled his eyes. “Good grief!” He snorted, then called to the woman. “What is it, Morgan?”

“I have some of Thursday’s unfinished paper…”

“God Damn It! It’s SATURDAY! For crying out loud!”

Tina saw Mom’s very amused face split into a grin as Jeanine, Frank Stolz and Officer Ron all laughed.

“It’s you guys’ turn for hair and makeup,” Jeanine told Tina and Dana. Mom led her girls to the two Chinese beauticians as Tina’s breasts bounced with her wobbly gait, causing Tina to cover them with her free arm. The two oriental women, it turned out, spoke little or no English. They just smiled big smiles as the two sisters took their seats. The girls’ hair was sprayed down with what amounted to watered down mouse then their hair was teased and pulled up.

Grandpa appeared just as Dad led Mom away and crouched down. Tina continued to watch Mom and Dad as Mom, tiny next to Dad, melted in his powerful arms as he gave her a passionate kiss.

“Dana,” Grandpa said. “Tina… I… I owe both of you an apology…”

“Why?” Tina asked as her hair was pulled up brusquely. “Ouch!”

“What… Dana, Gramma told me all about last night. I’m afraid it’s entirely my fault. I had no idea…”

Tina regarded Grandpa’s very sad face.

“Grandpa,” Dana started, but Grandpa held up his hand, stopping her.

“It’s true,” Grandpa continued. “I knew Deborah was the way she is. I knew! I knew exactly what she was capable of. It’s just… it simply did not occure to me that she’d hurt you, Dana! She always spoke of you in the fondest terms… I should have known she was… lying. She knew very well that Grandma thinks of you as her favorite granddaughter…”

“She does?” Dana was incredulous.

“I TOLD you!” Tina said. “Ouch! Watch it!”

“It’s true,” Grandpa said.

“But why do you think it’s your fault?” Dana asked.

“Because, Dana, I gave Gramma to Deborah as a pleasure slave, to use as she pleased.”

“What?” Dana and Tina exclaimed together.

“Why?” Tina asked completely confused.

“Because, Tina, Deborah was trying to engineer the culling of all her sisters… I don’t know why, unless she just wanted to be the survivor… She tried to get her father’s fiancée culled last month and she very nearly succeeded…”

“But..!” Tina said. “How does that… work?”

“It follows because Gramma made herself a big enough distraction, sweetheart. She also kept Uncle Josh and me apprised of Deborah’s various plots as best she could. That certainly was not easy as Deborah is very cagey, very secretive and very, very cunning…”

“Wow!” Dana said after a long pause. “I… I had no idea!”

“I knew she was an evil cow!” Tina said, feeling vindicated.

“So… the paperwork is still blank,” Grandpa said. “If you two want to back out… I’m absolutely positive it was another of Deborah’s plots to get Dana to volunteer. Tina was the icing on the cake for her. Gramma is adamant about that.”

“I’m not unvolunteering unless Tina does!” Dana said.

“She puts this on me! You always do that?”

Do what?”

“Make me the heavy!”

“Do not!”

“Do Too!”

“I do not!”

“Well, I’m not unvolunteering then, so there!” Tina declared.

“So there!” Dana harrumphed.

“Deborah is counting on you going, Dana, so she’ll be the favorite… I think…”

“No,” Tina said. “OUCH! Take it easy! Grandpa, I can’t back out! I get to tell Dana I love her forever and know I can never take it back and that I mean it!”

“And I’m not living without you, Tina!”

Grandpa sighed, then smiled a sad little smile. “Those are very good answers… Christina, there’s nothing I can do to change your mind?”

“No, Grandpa.”

“I won’t try, then. But I do have one favor to ask, if it’s not too much. It would mean a great deal to me, is that alright? Please forgive my wife. It was not her fault. She knew she had to obey Deborah’s every whim, and that included rape, Dana, because I told her so a month ago. I ordered her to play along with Deborah….

Tina looked over to where Gramma sat naked at a picnic table with Mrs. LeClerk and several children, sorting flowers and weaving their stems into… something. Gramma’s wrists were now bond in front of her allowing her to do her work rather deftly if Tina was any judge. She had a big, unselfconscious smile as she chatted with the young children around her.

Grandpa followed Tina’s gaze, then turned back to her.

“It would mean the world to me… if you could forgive her…” His eyes held Tina’s for a very long moment. “Well… anyway… Congratulations, by the way… I love you both very much!” He kissed each of their cheeks and moved off.

Tina watched Grandpa engage with Bart, Dash and a burly, athletic looking older man who did not look happy with Bart at all. Bart stood a little hunched, looking cowed, though the very stiff erection he sported told Tina there was more going on there. Young Dashiel looked positively frightened, and was likewise erect. Grandpa began engaging the older man, putting his hand on Bart’s shoulder, and waving his other in Tina and Dana’s direction.

“Is that Bart’s Dad?” Tina asked.

“Yes,” Dana said simply, also watching the scene.

“Ah dun wih haah!” said the woman who’d made a big production out of torturing Tina’s scalp. “Nao faas!”

“What?”

“Nao du faas!”

“Your face,” Dana said, looking amused. “She wants to do your face. Your hair looks great, by the way!”

“Oh, thanks… sure… face…”

Tina closed her eyes anticipating the experience to be equally bad if not worse than the treatment her hair had endured. But the woman had other ideas. It was as if the beautician had suddenly changed personalities as her small, gentle hands creamed Tina’s face and washed the cream off with a very soft, moist cloth. Shortly, eye makeup was going on, and Tina had her eyes closed, then had to look up and fight the urge to look back toward Bart and Grandpa. Tina wondered what kind of clown makeup she’d end up with.

“I can’t believe Deborah turned out to be so evil,” Dana sighed.

“I know,” Tina said. “You’re too giving to see things like that, I think. You always need someone to protect you. Bart’s probably a great choice for that…”

“No,” Dana said. “He’s not! He’s even more gullible than I am! He’s such a soft touch he lets people walk all over him. He’s only aggressive when he’s quarterbacking… besides, that’s what I have you for…”

“You never believed me.”

“I know… I’m so stupid!”

“No! You’re just naïve and giving. It’s one of the reasons I love you so much! You even forgive me my… faults…”

“I… I love you. I guess I always knew we’d be together always!”

Tina basked in Dana’s words for a few moments as a very soft brush caressed her cheeks.

“I can’t believe I squirted all over Mr. Daniels pants! Do you think Helen or Colleen or Eileen saw?” Tina asked as Dana broke out laughing. “It’s not THAT funny!”

“You always say the exact right thing!” Dana said.

“Do not!” Tina said.

“Do too!”

Tina took a breath. “I love you, Dana!”

“I love you too, Tina. And yes, Helen and Colleen and Eileen all noticed.”

“God help me!”