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 Chapter 5

   Nick awoke a few hours later and turned toward the woman lying alongside
him.  He lightly kissed the bare skin of her shoulder and heard her mumble
happily in her sleep.  Then he glanced at the clock by his bed, and reached
over her to turn off the alarm before it went off.  Kissing her again, he
carefully slipped out of bed and into the bath to take care of business. 
Knowing if he went back to bed now, he'd disturb her slumber, he put on a
robe and made his way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee.  As it
brewed, he went to the bath farthest from his own room and showered.  Then
he heated another pot of water for tea, in case that was Lydia's
preference.

   He was on his second cup when he heard her softly call for him. 
"Coming, sweet Lydia," he called back softly, pouring her a cup of java and
setting it on the serving tray beside the pot of water and paraphernalia
for tea.  He carried it to the bedroom and set it on the table he'd placed
beside the bed for this purpose.  "Tea, or coffee, my Lady?"

   "Umm, breakfast in bed?" She teased.  "Coffee please, light and sweet."

   "I actually thought about it, but didn't know what you liked, or if you
were a breakfast eater." He spooned some sugar into her mug and topped it
with cream till she nodded in satisfaction at the color.

   She sat up, and he placed her pillow between the headboard and her naked
back.  He'd expected her to cover herself modestly with the sheet, but she
seemed content to let it pool around her waist as she drank deeply of the
warm rejuvenating liquid.  She quickly finished the coffee and set the mug
on the tray.  "That was good, but now I want my sweet Nicolas, and
afterwards, you can feed me breakfast." With that, she tossed the sheet
aside and sprawled back on the bed, looking deliciously wanton.

   He untied his robe and she laughed out loud.  "After breakfast, we're
going shopping and buy you something other than tighty-whities!  But right
now, just get those things off and get over here!"

   He smiled and shook his head, then stripped obediently and lay down
beside her.  "Now," she breathed softly, "make love to me again."

   He wrapped her in his arms and kissed her sweetly, lingeringly, then
began to caress her delightful body.  His fingers raised goose bumps as
they trailed against her exposed skin, and she shivered with anticipation.
He brought her nipples to rigid points with his tongue and lips, then used
his fingers to keep them that way as his lips sought a more exotic
playground.  Lydia was quickly breathing shallowly as her climax
relentlessly washed over her.

   "Oh god, enough, Nick!  Slide that perfect cock into me again!" He
kissed his way back up her body, then kissed her sweet lips lovingly as he
slid inside her.  She writhed under him, delighting in the sensations he
offered her, then wrapped her legs around his thighs and nibbled his lips
as he stroked her to another, mutual climax.

   "Umm, what a wonderful way to start the day!" Lydia stretched
languorously.  "But I believe you also said something about breakfast?"

   "I did." He got off the bed, and somewhat self-consciously dressed,
starting with the reviled briefs, socks, a pair of jeans and a tee shirt.
He left the shoes alone.  Then he offered her his robe.  "If you come back
like I hope, I'll have a robe for you.  Not that there is anything wrong
with nudity..." He gave her a wicked grin.

   She slugged him in the arm then tied the sash around her waist.  "Feed
me, Seymour!"

   He laughed and took her hand, leading her to the kitchen.  This room had
been one of the deciding factors when he'd been looking for a house right
after his windfall.  It had a spacious work area for him to spread out in,
two very large ovens, a restaurant style gas cook top, and pair of
restaurant-sized refrigerators.  There was also an upright freezer in the
pantry.  He poured her another cup of coffee, then had her sit at the
breakfast bar that separated the kitchen from the dining area.

   He opened one of the fridges and peered inside.  "Ok, I have eggs and
egg-beaters, bacon, sausage, ham.  Or a steak, but they're frozen, and will
take a while to cook.  Or I can make up some pancakes or waffles."

   "How about an omelet?  And some of those muffins I see on the counter?"
She replied.

   "Sure," he said with a smile at her as he pulled his head out of cooler.
"What do you want in it?"

   "Ham and cheese?  Maybe some mushrooms?" One thing she'd noticed in her
time with him was that he avoided anything with pieces of peppers or large
chunks of onion, although he did enjoy the onion blossoms or rings that
were battered and deep-fried.

   He pulled out the ham and a couple of bags of pre-shredded cheeses, then
a cup of fresh mushrooms.  When he reached in again, he stopped and looked
at her.  "Real eggs, or the other stuff?"

   "Real eggs, please, and if you feel that way, why do you buy the other
stuff?"

   "It works fine for French toast or something like that, or scrambled
eggs with lots of sharp cheddar.  Plus, it makes Mom happy when she snoops
and sees it in the fridge.  Makes her think I'm eating better." He grinned
at her again.

   "Ahh, I understand." As she sat and watched him chop the mushrooms, she
realized why he'd sat her where he did.  It gave her a perfect viewpoint of
him working, and made it very easy for him to converse with her as he did
so.  She also noted although he wasn't a skilled cook, he took pride in his
efforts.  The method he used sautéing the mushrooms she realized she'd seen
the week before on a re-run of "Good Eats", but the omelet he split between
them was delicious, and the blueberry muffins were nice and fresh.  She
thoroughly enjoyed the meal.

   "You know," she said as she sipped her third cup of coffee, "you're
welcome to cook for me anytime."

   "Why thank you, M'Lady, 'twould be my pleasure!" He stood and gave her a
bow that was only half-teasing.  "Now, if you'd like to shower, I'll clean
up here.  There are extra towels in the linen closet, as well as most
anything else you need."

   She went to his bedroom and opened her handbag.  "Thank goodness Momma
always told me to have clean underwear handy." Then she went into his bath
and looked around.  Obviously a man's bath.  Shaving cream can on the
vanity, although his razor was put away.  Comb and brush, anti-perspirant.
Bottle of aftershave, but not the stuff he'd worn last night.  She opened
the linen closet.  Four or five sets of towels, a couple of bath blankets.
Oh!  A new toothbrush.  She decided to confiscate that, since she'd left
hers home.  At least she wouldn't need to borrow his razor this morning,
she thought with a smile.

   Twenty minutes and one orgasm later, she was dressed and kissably fresh.
The only thing she regretted was that he didn't have a curling iron for her
ringlets.  She did find a bottle of good hair gel, though, so she'd done
the spiky look again.  Next time, and there were going to be next times,
she was going to be better prepared, though.

   When she came out he was reading the Sunday paper, eyeglasses perched on
his nose.  He looked up as she entered the room and gave her a dazzling
smile.  "I didn't know you wore glasses," she said.  "You look good in
them, though."

   "Before I won, I had to wear them all the time.  Then I had lasik done
shortly after I had the money.  That took care of my nearsightedness and
astigmatism, but I still need reading glasses.  Cyan helped me pick out
this pair, though."

   "Very nice.  So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?  Besides
going with me to buy you new underwear" She said with a grin

   "Well, after I reluctantly take you home," he grinned back and kissed
the tip of her nose.  "Do you know, I've wanted to do that since you opened
the door that first night.  It's every bit as fun as I thought it would
be."

   "I liked it," she admitted.  "So, after reluctantly taking me home?"

   "After reluctantly taking you home, I'll go to the gym and let Connie
wear this poor old body out, then probably home and a good book.  You?"

   She was about to answer when her cell jingled.  "Hello?"

   "Lydia, I'm in a bind!" It was her roommate AnnaBeth.  "Dr.  Morris
called, Rick had an accident at home and twisted up his knee, and can't
pull his shift.  Dan asked if I could come in and work six hours, then
Andrea would relieve me.  But Dierdra has left and won't answer her phone,
and I can't find anyone to watch the girls!  I know you're out with Nick,
but could I beg you to come home?  Please!!" she pleaded.

   Lydia silently cursed Dierdra, not for the first time.  "Ok, Anna, I'll
have Nick bring me home now.  Anything else I need to know?" The girls,
Alicia and Dina, were sweet and generally well behaved.  But they were also
both born to addict mothers, and did have their occasional bad days. 
AnnaBeth did her best to warn her friends on those days.

   "No, they are both doing fine this morning.  Try to get them to nap this
afternoon, and feed them some dinner.  I'll be home to do baths and bed."
Lydia voiced her agreement and broke the connection.

   Turning to Nick, she explained what had happened.  "Sorry, sweet
Nicolas, we'll have to go shopping another time.  Can you run me home?"

   "Absolutely, and I'll take a rain check on the shopping." Doing his
gentleman thing, he took her to the car then climbed behind the wheel. 
Fifteen minutes later, they were about to open the door when AnnaBeth beat
them to it.  "Lydia, you're a life-saver!  Thank you!" She emphasized this
with a solid kiss to her roommate's lips that raised Nick's eyebrows
slightly and stirred his loins more than slightly.  "And thank you for
bringing her home so fast!" He was rewarded with a kiss that did nothing to
quiet his loins.  Then Dr.  Lucen was running for her car.

   Lydia had thoroughly enjoyed the last sixteen hours with Nick, and
didn't really want to end the day.  "Do you want to come in?  Maybe meet
Alicia and Dina?" What was she thinking?  Alicia and Dina were not inclined
to meet strangers well even with their foster-mother, let alone just Miss
Lydia.  But he was saying "Sure," and she was stuck.

   They entered the house, and she led him down another hallway than the
one leading to the living room.  She knocked on the open door and waited
for the girls to acknowledge her.  That they did so quickly was another
indication they were in a good mood.

   "Alicia, Dina, this is my friend Nick.  He brought me home so your Momma
could go to work.  Can you say hi?" She wasn't prepared for what happened
next.  The girls swarmed him, greeting him enthusiastically as they dragged
him into the room.  Both of them were the same age, about four years old.
Dina had hair like pale straw down to her shoulder and a peaches and cream
complexion.  Alicia was a little Latin beauty with dark natural curls.

   Then they spent the next two hours showing him their toys, involving
both him and Lydia in their games and generally being on the best behavior
Lydia had ever seen them display.  They even went down for the hated nap
without much more than token resistance.

   "Ok, that was weird and unexpected.  The girls don't like strangers. 
Not ever.  AnnaBeth has to introduce her friends in very small doses, and
they avoid people Dierdra and I bring over like mad dogs.  They treat you
like a favorite uncle or Santa Claus!" Lydia snuggled against him on the
family room couch.  "And I'm sorry, but I certainly don't expect 46 year
old single men to get along with four year olds he's never met.  So what
gives?"

   "I've always liked kids.  I like them best when they're small and don't
talk back, but I like them.  When I was working, I always tried to scope
out the little ones, try to make them smile at me.  I did well mostly, with
only the occasional crier.  I still get along with kids mostly.  Alicia and
Dina seem like good kids and were fun to be around."

   Lydia was going to say more when the phone rang.  "Hello, Lydia.  How
was your evening?  Was it as nice as you hoped?"

   Lydia rolled her eyes in amusement.  "Cyan, it was marvelous.  Then he
brought me coffee in bed and fed me breakfast.  And unless you want to know
what kind of omelet we had, those are all the details you're going to get!"

   "Dear Lydia, I'd never probe.  But I was wondering, do you have any idea
where he might have gone after bringing you home?  I tried to call him
about lunch this week, and he didn't answer or call back.  Connie said she
hasn't seen him yet, either."

   "He's right here."

   "Oh?" She could hear the frown in Cyan's voice, and knew, if Cyan's
assumptions had been correct, she'd get a deserved reprimand.

   "Ummhmm." She turned to Nick.  "Nick, where is your cell?"

   He only had to think for a second.  "Kitchen counter, on top of the
sugar canister.  Picked it up when I was wiping the cupboard.  Nuts, I need
to call Connie!  She's gonna give me hell for not showing up!"

   Cyan heard this over the phone and chuckled softly.  "So what was so
important that it made Courteous Nick forget Connie?"

   "We were playing chutes and ladders with the girls."

   Cyan absorbed this.  "You were playing games with the girls."

   "Yeah, AnnaBeth had to go in for a few hours."

   "Nick was helping you baby-sit AnnaBeth's girls." Cyan was disbelieving.
"Alicia and Dina, AnnaBeth's girls who don't like anyone in the universe
for the first six months?"

   Lydia was about to answer in the affirmative when the aforementioned
girls came racing into the family room, and loudly demanded that Nick get
them drinks of water.  She followed behind and watched in amusement as they
noisily showed him where their cups were kept, how to work the ice and
water dispenser, then sat quietly at the kitchen table as they quenched
their thirst.

   Lydia turned back to the phone.  "You heard all that?"

   "I did, and I find it unbelievable.  If I had the time, I'd come over to
see it for myself.  But let me talk to Nick, anyway."

   Lydia handed him the phone, and mouthed 'Cyan' to him.

   "Hello Cyan, what can I do for you?"

   "Hello Nick, I was calling to see if Tuesday would be good for lunch?"

   "Sure, that will work.  Where and what time?"

   "I have an appointment with my banker at the Walker Building at 11:00.
Pick me up out front about 12:30?  We'll decide where to go when you get
there, ok?"

   "Ok, 12:30 Tuesday in front of the Walker Building."

   "Thank you, Nick, and don't forget to call Connie.  She'll worry if she
doesn't hear something."

   Nick hung up, then called the gym and had a short talk with Connie,
apologizing profusely for not coming in, and promising to work twice as
hard tomorrow.  Then Connie asked to talk to Lydia, and he handed her the
phone.  The two women chatted for a while, and Nick would have sworn
Lydia's eyes started to gleam with mischief if she hadn't left the kitchen
at that moment.

   Nick turned to his other charges.  "What shall we have for dinner?" The
girls shrugged, they didn't know.  Nick looked around the kitchen and
fridge, coming up with a plan.  "Where does your Mom keep cans of soup?"
The girls shrugged again.

   Lydia came in a moment later to hang up the phone.  Nick asked her the
same question.  "We don't use much soup, what you looking for?" He told her
what he'd thought about for dinner, and she grinned.  "Oh yeah!  Comfort
food!  Haven't had that in ages!  I can go to Smith's and get a couple of
cans.  Hmm, need crackers too, don't we?"

   "Unless you like to drink it out of a mug, yep." He dug out his keys and
gave them to her along with a ten-spot.

   "I can take my car, it's in the garage." She said, trying to give him
back his keys.

   "And mine is sitting out front.  Don't even have to open the garage
door." She relented, and was back in fifteen minutes.

   They were just finishing their supper of tomato soup and grilled cheese
sandwiches when AnnaBeth came in the kitchen door.  She'd been very unhappy
to see Nick's Jag still parked in front of the house, suspecting that Lydia
had been neglecting her daughters for other interests.  She was shocked to
see the four of them finishing supper at the kitchen table.

   "Momma!" The girls slid out of their boosters to hug their foster-parent
welcome and to try to tell her all about their day at the same time.  When
they'd slowed down, she heard Dina say, "And Nick let us butter the bread,
then he cut it just like he said his Momma cut it when he was little, into
triangles."

   "You cooked dinner, Nick?" She asked.

   "Just grilled cheese and tomato soup.  Actually, soup is still warm, and
it would only take a minute to make you a sandwich, if you're hungry."

   "Actually, I'm starving.  It was a madhouse today, and I barely had time
to empty my bladder, let alone grab a bite.  Let me go take off my shoes."
She wondered about the look Lydia shared with Nick at her words, then
shrugged and made her way to her bedroom.

   When she got back, a bowl of rich red soup sat steaming on the table,
along with a glass of milk and a sleeve of saltine crackers.  When she sat
down, Nick set a sandwich toasted golden brown and oozing cheese out the
edges before her.  She smiled when she saw he'd cut it diagonally for her.

   She was crushing crackers into her soup when she realized Nick was
nonchalantly cleaning up what little mess he'd made in her kitchen.  "Nick,
stop!  I'll do that after I finish!"

   He looked at her, afraid he'd offended her.  But when he looked back at
Lydia, she just shrugged and went on helping him.  "It's not a big deal,
Dr. Lucen.  Just gonna wash the pans and wipe up the crumbs."

   True to his word, that was all he did; but it was all that was needed to
make the kitchen neat as a pin.  AnnaBeth was just finishing her milk when
Dierdra came in.  "Umm smells good, what we having?"

   AnnaBeth answered in a slightly chill voice.  "Nick fixed us all grilled
cheese and tomato soup.  I'm sorry you weren't home to join us."

   Dierdra was about to make a smart-ass comment about no one telling her
when dinnertime was when what Anna had said registered.  Nick cooked.  The
dude with the tux and the Jag cooked dinner.  And what the hell was he
doing here to cook dinner anyway?

   Then she noticed AnnaBeth was wearing her hospital ID and bedroom
slippers, her end-of-the-day uniform.  Uh oh.  That meant that Lydia had
been baby-sitting.  But that still didn't explain what Mr. 
'I-spend-my-good-fortune' was doing here, unless....No way!  And then the
girls were taking him by the hands and dragging him toward their bedroom;
loudly discussing what story he should read to them.

   "That is fucking impossible.  I was here when you brought them home,
those little monsters hardly smile at me.  And don't give me any "If you
were nicer" shit.  You know I treat them like gold."

   "Language, please, Dierdra.  I have no idea how Nick did it.  I wasn't
home to see it.  However, I don't plan to argue about something that seems
to work.  Maybe Lydia can explain." AnnaBeth looked at Lydia.

   "I have no clue.  I took him to their room and knocked at the door like
we always do.  They responded promptly, which I took as a good sign." The
other women nodded agreement.  If the girls were having one of their bad
days, it sometimes took hours to coax a positive response from them.  "I
introduced Nick like you want us too, and waited for them to withdraw.

   They literally pulled him into the room!  They had him down on the floor
and playing within five minutes, and he never made a discouraging sound in
two hours and when I hinted it was nap time, the girl didn't argue, they
just insisted Nick put their blankets on them."

   Dina came out then.  "Nick wants to know if we have any "Winnie the
Pooh" books.  Who's Winnie the pooh?"

   Anna answered, "Winnie is the bear in your Piglet video."

   "That's not Winnie!  That's Pooh!" Dina stated emphatically.

   "But his name really is Winnie the Pooh." Anna responded patiently.

   "And there are stories about Pooh?"

   Anne nodded.  "About Pooh, and Piglet, and Rabbit, and even Tigger and
Roo."

   Dina considered this amazing fact.  "And do we have any?"

   Anna looked at Lydia and Dierdra, who both shook their heads no.  "No,
we don't tonight, but I'll look for some tomorrow at the book store.  Will
that be ok?"

   Dina looked terribly disappointed.  "I guess.  Do you think Nick will
read us something else instead?"

   Lydia smiled at the little blond angel.  "I'm sure if you ask him
nicely, he'll be happy to."

   Dina turned to go, then ran to Lydia and kissed her cheek.  "Thank you
for bringing Nick home with you.  Me and Alicia have had a whole bunch of
fun with him, and you too." Then she ran back to the girls' bedroom.

   Perhaps thirty minutes later Nick came back to the kitchen.  "The girls
said their prayers, but said they had to take baths before bed, so I
wouldn't be able to tuck them in."

   "Umm, Nick," Anna started, "the girls don't say prayers.  I've been
agnostic for so long, I never think about it."

   "Oh.  I'm sorry.  I asked them if they needed to say their prayers
before bed, and they answered yes.  Then we said them together.  I admit it
took me a while to remember the one from when I was a kid."

   "Well, it's not like it's a problem.  I may need you to write it down,
though.  I don't know if I'd remember any of mine from way back then,
either."

   He wrote the little prayer he'd remembered on a sheet of notepaper. 
"Pardon my handwriting."

   Now I lay me, down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep If I should
die before I wake, I pray the lord my soul to take Bless Momma and Lydia
and Dierdra And Alicia and Dina, and all the policemen and firemen And
soldiers.  Amen

   Anna, Lydia and Dierdra looked it over.  "I think you forgot someone
here.  But I bet the girls didn't." Anna observed.

   Nick just shrugged.  "I better get going.  Tell the girls it was nice to
meet them."

   Lydia hooked her arm in his and walked him to his car.  "Nick, thank you
for a wonderful date last night, a spectacular morning, and a very nice
day. And thank you for being so amazing with the girls." Then she gave him
a scorching kiss that left him dazed as he climbed into his car.

   Chapter 6

   He got to the gym early, determined to make up for the missed day. 
Connie smiled at him as he signed in, then let him ride the stationary bike
to warm up.  As he started his first rep on the weight machines she
approached.  "Lydia tells me you met the girls.  She tells me it was the
most amazing thing she'd ever seen."

   Nick shrugged as pressed down on the plate, stretching his legs and
forcing the weight up on its pulley.  "They're good kids, I don't think I
did anything amazing."

   Connie stopped him and added another twenty pounds, then let him
continue.  "Nick, I've known the girls for six months.  I see them at least
once a week.  They will wave at me if they're in a very good mood, and
ignore me most of the time.  If they're in one of their less pleasant
moods, they'll scream at me until I leave.  Believe me when I say what
happened yesterday is unprecedented."

   She made him work harder at everything that day, changing his weights
and the number of repetitions on every exercise.  When it was time for him
to start his walk, he was exhausted, and she set the treadmill at a slow
jog instead of his normal fast walk.

   "I'll meet you in the pool when you're done," she told him, then walked
away.

   Connie had never been to the pool with him.  In fact, he seldom saw
anyone in the pool except...."Oh my god, she's gonna pull a Lydia on me!"
He thought about playing with the timer, but reconsidered.  Connie knew
exactly when he'd finish with his jog, and probably had a pretty good idea
of how long it would take him to shower and change clothes.

   He was right, she was waiting at the far end of the pool, her arms
spread along the pool wall and languidly treading water as she floated on
her back.

   "Shut the door Nick, flip the lock, and pull down the shade.

   Now, get in the water and swim the length of the pool using your least
favorite stroke."

   He obediently breaststroked to the pool edge.  "Lydia thinks I should
start motivating you like she does.  Don't look surprised, you know we tell
everything to Cyan; well, Lydia and I talk, too.  And quite often it's
about you.  We both adore you in your 'gentleman mode'.  But sometimes we
don't want a gentleman.  Sometimes, a gentleman isn't useful.  So, today,
I'm doing two things.  I'm going to motivate you, and break you out of your
gentleman mode with me."

   She slipped the top of her sea green bikini off, displaying breasts that
were every bit as nice as he'd suspected.  "Want to touch?" He nodded, but
didn't move, suspecting how the game would be played.  "Very good, you know
the game.  Two lengths.  Breast stroke, and if your form isn't pleasing, no
reward till you get it right.  Go!"

   It actually took him four lengths before he found her nipples were even
more sensitive than Lydia's.  "Umm, you have good hands, Nick.  Two
lengths, sidestroke.  Go!"

   He did better with the sidestroke, just the required two lengths.  He
also learned that Connie could orgasm having her nipples lightly bitten. 
When she'd caught her breath, she told him, "Two lengths, frog kick.  Go!"

   He was getting tired now.  It took him six lengths before his form
satisfied her.  But his reward showed him that the pool water didn't wash
her musky scent away.  "Two more lengths, Nick.  Any stroke you like.  Go!"

   When he reached her again, this time she was leaning against the side of
the pool, her arms spread again, but her body submerged this time.  "Take
off your trunks and tread water, Nick."

   He obediently stripped and began to tread water, and she swam to him. 
She pressed herself against him, then kicked upward a bit and wrapped her
legs around his waist.  He knew immediately she was still nude.  Holding
herself against him, she reached down and stroked him to full erection,
then took him in her hand as she sank down.  When he was pressed to her
opening, she wiggled around until he was buried within her, and gave a sigh
of delight.  "Ok Nick, swim us to the side of the pool, and fuck me
senseless!"

   It wasn't easy to swim with her legs locked around his ass, and twice he
almost went under, but at last he could grasp the side of the pool and pin
her against the ceramic tiles lining it.  Then he learned that the water
robbed him of most momentum, and all he could use were short slow thrusts,
thrusts that forced his pelvis to rub her clit with each movement.  He felt
the gorgeous brunette orgasm three times before he filled her channel with
his seed.

   "Oh god Nick, that was wonderful!  I'm not going to wait another four
month for the next time, though." Then she kissed him passionately.  "Now
go home, eat some lunch and get some sleep.  You have an appointment at
3:00 at the address on your towel.  And I will see you Wednesday.  You are
going to need tomorrow to rest!"

   He simply shook his head as she pulled herself out of the pool, her
perfect ass wiggling in its naked glory as she left the poolroom.  He
retrieved his trunks and pulled them before moving to his towel.  Sitting
on it was a card with the name of a martial arts studio.  "I guess it's
time to be less 'clumsy'," he thought.

   He went home, ate a high-protein lunch, set his alarm for 2:00 and fell
asleep.  He was surprised at how refreshed he felt when the alarm went off,
but suspected he was going to be a bit sore in the morning.  After
showering he drove to the martial arts studio on the card.

   The receptionist was another of his favorite visions, a beautiful
Eurasian woman with long black hair and breasts midway between Lydia and
Connie's.  He strongly suspected that this particular vision would kick his
ass if he offended her, though.  "Hello, my name is Nick Essex, I have a
3:00 appointment."

   The receptionist's voice was sweet honey.  "Yes Mr.  Essex, Franco is
expecting you.  Down the hall, and to your right, third door."

   He went through the door behind her, and followed a long hall with six
widely spaced doorways, three on each side.  He entered the third room and
a giant of a man approached.

   The man was easily seven foot, and his chest was as wide as Nick's leg
was long.  "Mr.  Essex?  My name's Franco, I'll be your instructor."

   "No offense, Franco, but what exactly are you supposed to instruct me
in?"

   "Self defense, Mr.  Essex.  I'm here to make sure you can defend
yourself."

   "So, we doing Karate?  Tai Chi?  Judo?  And you can call me Nick.

   Franco laughed, and it was a sound that made Nick's spine tingle.  "No,
Mr.  Essex, I teach defense.  You're a rich man, and eventually someone is
going to notice.  When they do, they'll try to rob you, or seize you or
someone you care about.  My job is to make sure you can prevent the first
two, and teach you what do about the third.

   I'll teach you hand-to-hand combat, then I'll teach you how to use a
baseball bat, a knife and even handguns.  I'll teach you defensive driving,
and how turn the other guy into blood on the highway.  And when I'm done,
I'll expect to have broken both of your arms and your jaw.  And you'll know
how to use a cast as a lethal weapon.  Ready?"

   And for the next two hours, Nick got his ass kicked.  And managed to
hurt Franco twice.

   "Excellent session, Mr.  Essex.  You did very well.  It isn't often
anyone gets a hit in on me the first session.  I'll see you again on
Friday, unless you choose to quit.  Drive careful, and buckle up."

   Nick got home, ran a bath, and soaked his bruised and battered body till
the water was icy.  Then he got up and called a masseuse to batter him some
more before bed.

   Goddess, he hurt.  Nick staggered into the bathroom and looked in the
mirror.  He expected a mass of bruises on his torso, but could only detect
one or two pale ones if he looked very closely.  Even the thyroid
aspiration he'd endured four years ago had left a more visible bruise, and
he'd been terribly disappointed in that one.  But he definitely ached all
over.  He ran another hot bath, and soaked till the water cooled, then got
out and spent the next forty-five minutes stretching his muscles.  When he
finished, he felt almost human.

   He sat at his computer with a cup of coffee by his monitor and began to
check his e-mail.  He was in negotiations for the purchase of a 1995
Beech/Raytheon King Air 350 turboprop.  The main sticking point was the
owner wanted to re-do the interior to Nick's satisfaction, and charge him
for it, while Nick preferred to oversee the renovations himself.  They were
still negotiating.  But there was some good news, his offer on a 1999
Cessna Stationair had been accepted, and he should expect delivery at Salt
Lake Municipal Airport in two weeks.  Within three weeks, he'd be learning
all it's quirks.

   He looked at the clock.  11:30, time to get ready for his lunch with
Cyan.  She'd said she was meeting with her banker.  He doubted Cyan met her
banker dressed casually, although if he'd been meeting with his banker, it
would have been his standard uniform of jeans and tee shirt.  He took a few
minutes to shave, then, since it was a little cooler and overcast today, he
put on his gray pinstripe wool-blend.  He still struggled to tie his tie
properly, even after thirty years, but at last he was satisfied, and made
the drive downtown.

   Cyan was just leaving the Walker Building when he pulled up.  Putting
the Jag in park, he jumped out and hurried to hold the passenger door for
the lady.

   "My, you're looking snazzy today, Nick.  I might have to revise my
restaurant list." She was dressed in a calf-length dress of emerald green,
with her shoulder length red locks loosely curled.

   "Thank you, may I say you look as spectacular as always?"

   She laughed, "You may, but I don't know that twice counts as always."
She guided him to one of the nicest restaurants that served lunch in the
downtown area, filled with deal-makers and yuppie hanger-ons.  Then she
performed Lydia's club trick and strode to the maitre d' and addressed him
by name.  They left a dozen people waiting in the lobby as they were shown
to a very nice table.

   When the waiter had taken their drink orders, raspberry lemonade for
him, a nice Riesling for her, they looked at the menus.  "My treat today
Nick, since I invited you.  Just don't tell the girls, they'd never get
over the shock."

   He chuckled.  They had a delightful meal of fresh trout and pasta, and
he sampled each glass of wine she was served.  "You know, for some reason I
assumed that you didn't drink for religious reasons, considering the
prevalent religion of the area.  But it didn't bother you a bit to take a
sip from my glass.  Care to enlighten me?"

   "Cyan, there is only reason I do things anymore.  Personal choice.  I
don't drink alcohol as a rule because I don't care for the taste.  It
doesn't mean I won't have a beer at a baseball game, but I only really
enjoy a sip or two.  I find wine distracting when I want to enjoy a meal,
but I'll more than happily provide it for my companions."

   "If you think about it, it's the same with the service you provide.  If
you feel a certain woman is better prepared for a specific occasion, I
happily accept her company, and try to make sure she has a pleasant time.
But given my personal choice, I prefer Lydia's company, and to a somewhat
lesser extent, Connie's.  Like I said, personal choice."

   When they were finished with the meal, and were just visiting, Nick
noticed a discreet but constant stream of businessmen that stopped by and
gave a greeting to Cyan.  He was amused that although he was always
politely acknowledged, he was pretty well ignored otherwise.

   Finally Cyan indicated she was ready to leave.  Normally, he'd loop his
arm through his companion's, but the major difference in their heights made
this difficult.  Cyan ignored the problem, putting his arm around her
shoulder as she wrapped hers around his waist.  "I apologize for the
interruptions and their discourtesy.  But I suspect they looked at you as
my latest toy.  And me with my hand here probably isn't helping." Her hand
was at that moment tucked into the left pocket of his suit pants, and he
didn't get the impression she cared to remove it anytime soon.

   Nick laughed, and she turned her face up to look at him.  "If I were
you, I'd be offended that they don't think you could have someone much
better that I."

   "Oh no, Nick.  I've never been one to favor boys for toys.  You are
definitely handsome and intelligent enough to catch my attention.  And in
this suit, you definitely have a physique that makes a woman look twice.  I
know; I saw at least two of the younger women waiting for lunch check you
out as we went to our table."

   He was shaking his head in amused disbelief when he noticed the display
they were walking past.  "Do you need to hurry to another appointment, or
do you have a few minutes?"

   "No, I'm in no particular hurry.  Why?"

   He didn't answer, but lead her through the doorway of the bookstore on
their right.  He stopped and looked at the signs hanging from the ceiling
offering direction, but didn't immediately see what he was looking for.  A
saleswoman was passing, so he caught her attention.

   "Hello, where would I find children's books?"

   She pointed him in the proper direction.  Cyan, hand still tucked in his
pocket, chuckled slightly when she glanced back and caught the appraising
look on the sales associate's pretty face.  "So, what are we looking for,
Nick?"

   "Winnie the Pooh, preferably the Disney version, with lots of
illustrations.  Although, good copies of A.A.  Milne's books will work as a
second choice.  But I know four year olds prefer their stories with bright
pictures.  Oh look!  A copy of "The Adventures of Winnie the Pooh" on DVD."
He flipped the package and read the list of cartoons out loud: " Winnie the
Pooh and the Blustery Day, oh, and Pooh Sticks!" Then he spoke in the voice
that Cyan remembered from her childhood when he said, "Oh Bother."

   "My goodness, that brought back memories!  I take it you're a Pooh fan?"

   "Oh yeah, for as long as I can remember.  I actually took a class on
children's literature in high school.  We read some Pooh, and "Alice's
Adventures in Wonderland".  At one time I had the poem Jabberwocky
memorized." He recited:

   `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

   Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves,

   And the mome raths outgrabe.

   "I'd have to think about it a bit to remember more, I fear."

   Cyan grinned and applauded him.  "I don't care, that was wonderful!"

   For the next hour, they explored children's books and memories they
brought to life.  He left with a pair of Disney illustrated Pooh books, a
brightly colored copy of Alice in Wonderland, and a complete works of
A.A.Milne's Children's stories.

   When he parked beside her car in the parking garage beneath the Walker
Building, she kissed his cheek as she opened the door.  "Thank you Nick,
sometime I forget how wonderful childhood is." Then she slid out and shut
the door behind her.

   Chapter 7

   The next few days were uneventful.  He went to the gym, but a pair of
old men occupied the pool each morning when he finished his workout.  On
Friday, Franco explained that one thing that made defending yourself
difficult was a fear of pain.  Human's learned early that pain was to be
avoided.  But pain could be mastered, and even used as focus.  Pain sucked,
but it didn't have to be destructive and unconquerable.  Franco showed Nick
pain, but he showed him how to work through it, to achieve his goals in
spite of it.  And Franco smiled every time Nick succeeded.  Even through
the pain.

   Monday morning, Columbus Day, and Nick was sprawled in the recliner
reading the newest book by PC Cast.  He took a sip of coffee just as the
front bell rang.  He flipped the chair upright and made his way to the door
as someone knocked on the frame.

   Opening the door, he was confronted by three very attractive females,
one with blond hair hanging to mid back, the second a brunette who's curly
hair brushed her shoulders, and the third who's hair was died in a rainbow
and shaped to spikes that could put an eye out.  The dangerous one spoke up
first.  "Put your shoes on, you're being kidnapped!"

   The brunette looked at his feet, then turned to the dangerous one.  "How
did you know he didn't have shoes on?"

   The blonde spoke up.  "He never wears shoes at home."

   Nick stepped aside and let the trio in.  "I think I still have most of a
pot of coffee if anyone's interested."

   "Nope, shoes.  Go!" While he went to put on shoes, the dangerous one
filled an overnight bag with a suit and some fresh jeans, and another tee
shirt.  She opened his drawers and laughed out loud at what she found. 
He'd stayed with the briefs, but he'd added a few colors to his collection.
She threw three pair in, and grabbed his dress shoes.  He tossed a pill
bottle and two inhalers on top.  Meanwhile, the blond made her way to the
kitchen to turn off the coffee.  The brunette followed her, looking around
curiously.

   "So, have you been here often?" Connie asked Jean.

   "A couple of times.  Usually we go to my house."

   Connie thought about this, trying to decide if she was jealous, finally
deciding that she was a little bit.  Jeanvieve turned and saw the look on
the other girl's face.  "Give him a chance, he'll feed you breakfast, too."
Connie flashed the blond woman a grin of thanks at the reassurance.

   Lydia called out, "Come on you two, we need to escape before someone
notices we've taken our victim!" Nick came into the kitchen to collect his
cell and a jacket, and went out to the garage to grab a pair of sunglasses.

   Nick locked the door and slipped his keys into his jeans, then followed
the women to the dark blue Saturn parked at the curb.  Jeanvieve looked at
Connie, then took shotgun to Lydia's driver.  Connie and Nick shared the
back seat.

   "You two can get comfortable, we'll be on the road for a while." Jean
stated.

   "How long is a while?" Nick asked.

   Lydia answered.  "Depending on the highway patrol and traffic, maybe
four hours."

   Nick thought about this.  "Ok, so where are we going?"

   "We're going to see a play.  Well, actually, the play's tomorrow, but we
thought we'd get there early and explore."

   "Ok, a play, four hours a way." He thought about this some more.  "The
Shakespearean festival is still running?" He asked in surprise.

   Jeanvieve twisted to look at him in surprise as Connie grabbed his hand
and laughed delightedly.

   "I told you he was a smart sumbitch!" Lydia said.

   "How did you know?" Jeanvieve demanded.

   "I went down by myself a few years ago, back in the days before I had
pretty girls to hang around with.  If it's available, we'll have make sure
we attend the "King's Feaste", that was a good time."

   As Jean turned around mumbling to herself, Connie scooted close to him.
"When we planned this, we decided that Jean and I would each get you in the
back seat for half the drive down."

   When she said this, he realized they'd all dressed for seduction.  Loose
skirts and peasant blouses that offered ease of access, and probably not a
shred of underwear to be found on any of the three.  He drew Connie into
his arms and kissed her.  She kissed him back hungrily as she placed his
hand upon her breast, feeling her nipple harden under his palm.

   "Oh god, Nick.  I could kiss you for days!" She then caught his lips
again, letting her tongue trace them until they parted and his came out to
welcome her.  As their tongues wrestled gently, she opened two buttons on
her blouse and slipped his hand inside.

   He'd learned in the pool that her breasts were sensitive, and she
enjoyed the feel of teeth on her nipples.  Now, he learned sweet kisses and
gentle nipple play would bring the same result, as a shuddering climax
rippled through the body pressed against him.

   She pulled away and knelt on the seat, reaching for his belt.  In less
than a minute, she had him freed and sat back gazing at his weapon. 
Jeanvieve turned to look over the seat, and licked her lips.  "He does have
nice equipment, doesn't he?"

   Lydia took her eyes off the road and took a peek, then went back to her
driving.  "Perfect, if you want my opinion."

   Connie blushed at her friends' appraisal of Nick's cock.  "This is the
first time I've really seen it."

   "Really?" Lydia asked.  "I thought you motivated him last Monday."

   "I did, but he was in the water, and you know, you can't really study
things through the water.  It did feel nice though."

   "Want to know a secret, Connie?" Jeanvieve asked.

   "I suppose so," the brunette responded.

   "He tastes good, too." The little blond chuckled then turned back to the
view outside the car.

   Connie decided it was her duty to find out if Lydia's friend was lying
to her, and bent down to lick the upright shaft before her.  Nope, no lies
there.  Then she opened her mouth and slowly engulfed it as it quivered in
response.  She closed her lips around it and gently slid her mouth up and
down it, caressing it with her tongue as she did so.  When she decided it
was well prepared, she licked the drop of pre-cum that had oozed out off
the tip.  "You're right, he is delicious."

   Connie hiked her skirt up around her waist, revealing another absence of
undergarments, as well as a well-trimmed patch of hair.  Then her skirt was
covering them both as she straddled him, then was engulfing his hard shaft
between another set of lips.  Connie moved slowly upon him, enjoying the
fullness of his cock inside her, then she lay back on the seat, keeping him
locked inside with her legs around his waist.  "Fuck me Nick, fuck me till
I scream!  I want to faint with your cock in me!  Oh god!!"

   Ever obedient to his lover, Nick made love to her vigorously, their
bodies bound together with lips and arms, pelvis and legs.  And when she
came, her scream was muffled by his kiss, and her faint eased in his
devoted arms.

   In Scipio, they stopped at a service station.  Lydia and Jeanvieve led a
groggy Connie to the ladies room to revive as Nick took a moment to wash up
in the men's room.  While he waited for the ladies, he bought himself a
bottle of Gatorade and quickly consumed the fluid as he topped off the gas
tank.  He strongly suspected the rest of the trip would be just as
enjoyable.

   When the ladies came out, Connie gave him a soft kiss and hug.  "Thank
you, you are wonderful.  Now, I'm going to sleep the rest of the way." True
to her word, she climbed in the front seat, buckled up, and resting her
head on a pillow Lydia got out of the trunk, dropped off to sleep like a
baby.

   Jeanvieve got in the back seat with him.  "We all agreed that since I'm
the only that has been able to spend serious time with you before now, I
couldn't have you either night.  But I get you for half the trip both
ways."

   She snuggled against him.  "Listening to you and Connie made me so wet I
had to get a tissue and wipe myself.  Twice, I even had to look.  I know
you were busy, so I wish I'd had a camera so I could show you the look on
her face.  She looked like an angel transported to heaven."

   For the rest of the drive, Nick made Jeanvieve's trip just as rapturous.

   When they arrived in Cedar City, Nick was surprised to find them booked
into a Bed & Breakfast.  They made their way to the reception desk and a
smiling older woman greeted them.  "Ahh, Mr.  Essex.  We've been expecting
you and your companions.  As you requested, we have the nicest adjoining
rooms ready for you."

   She smiled as she led them up to the rooms.  "Such a nice man to bring
his daughter and her friends to the Festival!" she thought.  But as she
watched them interact, she felt a bit scandalized as she realized that it
certainly looked like they were all his lovers.  Then she looked at the man
again, and thought; "Lucky girls!"

   Lydia and Nick unpacked in the first room, Connie and Jeanvieve in the
second.  There was indeed a connecting door between the rooms so they could
pass in and out without using the outer hallway.  After everyone was
finished with the facilities, Nick led them across the street to the
Festival box office.

   Although the box office was closed, it offered a great deal of
information in the display cases around it.  For example, the following
night there was indeed a "King's Feaste" scheduled.  It ran from 4:30 till
7:00, and included a play performed throughout the meal.  Lydia admitted
that this would be a fine idea, that the curtain wouldn't rise until 8:00
for the play she had tickets to.  Nick looked at another poster and
realized they would either see Shakespeare's "As You Like It" or Gilbert &
Sullivan's classic "H.M.S Pinafore".  In his opinion, either one would be a
pleasure.
When they were finished at the box office, they took a leisurely stroll
around the Southern Utah University campus; Jeanvieve holding Lydia's left
hand while Nick held her right, and Connie contentedly holding his right
hand.  He'd been here six years ago, in August, but classes weren't in
session then.  Now, the commons were filled with young people enjoying a
sunny October Sunday afternoon.  And more than one young head turned to
watch the quartet that strolled past them.  At first glance, many assumed
the girls to be students showing a parent around campus.  But to those who
didn't simply turn away indifferently, it was apparent that the
relationship of these four was definitely not familial.  The way they
interacted made this obvious.  And more than one young man sighed with

frustrated envy.

   They made their way back to the B&B.  The nice lady that ran the place
offered her advice on a very fine restaurant, and even made them
reservations for an hour later.

   Because the agreement the girls had made banned Jeanvieve from Nick's
bed for the two nights they planned to be in Cedar City, Nick took the
opportunity to cuddle with her and make certain she knew she was also loved
as the other women prepared for dinner.

   While Nick showered and silently thanked the proprietors for wisely
having a huge hot water heater, Lydia was touching up her make-up as Connie
re-made her spikes.  As she worked, she noticed the vial of pills Nick had
set on the dresser, and read the label curiously.  Generic glucophage.  She
knew that glucose was a form of sugar, so maybe it had something to do with
that.  Then she remembered the two inhalers he'd also tossed in his
overnight bag.  Maybe they'd offer additional clues.

   The first one she recognized from an old roommate.  An asthma drug, one
her friend had used sometimes eight times a day.  But her friend had been
prone to frequent and dangerous asthma attacks.  She'd never noticed Nick
to be particularly out of breath, even after a hard workout.  The second
inhaler she also recognized.  Her friend had used it for emergencies.  So
Nick was mildly asthmatic but wise enough to be prepared, Lydia thought. 
She decided she'd make sure the other women knew about this, and were
prepared to respond if Nick had an attack.  And she'd call AnnaBeth about
the glucophage.  She was going to watch over their Nick, she decided.

   Dinner was as delightful as their hostess had promised and they enjoyed
another stroll home in the cool October night.  As they passed a drugstore,
Lydia pulled them inside, and led them to the hair coloring section.  "You
know me, I love my punk look, but I feel terribly out of place here." Lydia
admitted.

   "This is southern Utah, sweetheart." Nick pointed out.  "It may say
Southern Utah University, but it's still cowboy country."

   Connie grinned teasingly.  "Ohhh, cowboy country!  Does that mean I get
to drag you guys to the bars for some honky-tonkin'?"

   Lydia started to say "No way!" when Nick answered.  "If we stay a third
night, sure.  But if we spend a third night, Jeanvieve gets her turn.  Fair
enough?"

   Nick knew that by making this offer, he had two yay votes immediately.
He also knew that both Jeanvieve and Connie understood that Lydia had the
overpowering veto.  Nick was a bit curious to see if she'd use it.  He
wasn't surprised when she didn't.

   Lydia did pout momentarily, though Nick suspected more because she felt
it was expected than any real unhappiness with the idea.  But she perked up
quickly, and put them all to work to find a more appropriate hair color. 
Nick was amused at how enjoyable such a discussion could be.  They finally
settled on a red similar to the color she wore the night they made love. 
It was also decided that the girls would color her hair before breakfast
the next day when Nick made it clear he wasn't sleeping with her if she
smelt like ammonia.  He liked her priorities.

   When they got back to the Bed & Breakfast, Nick spoke to the
proprietress about a third night, then they agreed to call it a night, and
that Nick was responsible for making sure everyone was up by 7:00, with
coffee provided.  Then Lydia shut the connecting door and turned to look at
Nick.

   She walked towards him with a sensual strut, and when she was within
reach, she punched him hard in the arm.  "I can't believe you'd toss me
from your bed for hair dye stink!"

   He caught her upper arms in his strong hands and pulled her against him,
silencing her with a kiss that had her swooning in his grasp.  "Ok," she
sighed, "you're forgiven."

   He carried her to the bed and laid her gently down, then bent to kiss
her softly this time.  "Lydia, I adore you, but sometimes you make it far
too easy to get your goat!" She heard the clunk of his shoes hitting the
floor, then he was stretched beside her and caressing her face.  "There is
no way on this sweet earth I'd give up a chance to love you." Then his hand
was on the back of her neck and he was kissing her again.  This time, she
rolled on top of him and kissed back.

   "Sit up, I want to undress you." She did, and he began to unbutton the
peasant blouse she wore.  He opened it slowly, admiring her perfect little
breasts, then reaching up and running his fingertips over her nipples. 
"You have the most delightful breasts, Lydia."

   Lydia sighed happily at his touch.  Every once in a while, she was
tempted to do something with her minimal bosom.  Then she'd meet a man like
Nick, who took genuine pleasure in what she had naturally.  She knew that
Jeanvieve's and Connie's were larger, and she was sure that Nick
appreciated them just as much, but it still thrilled her to have him
happily caressing her.

   He slid her blouse off her shoulders and sat up so that he could kiss
the bare skin of her neck and shoulders.  Slipping her blouse off, he
casually tossed it into the upholstered chair in the sitting area.

   Rolling her back onto the bed, he kissed her lips again, then her chin.
She giggled as he nibbled her throat, and sighed as he kissed between her
breasts.  She began to murmur in pleasure as he began to lick her nipples
to full extension.

   As he mouthed her nipples, his hands were busy at her waist, unbuttoning
the two buttons that held her skirt in place, then lifting her bottom off
the bed so he could slip it off her.  When the skirt was gone, he released
her nipple and kissed down her belly, taking a moment to blow teasingly
through the patch of hair she maintained on her pubis.

   Then he was lying between her legs and feasting on the damp flesh before
him.  She writhed beneath his exquisite assault, his tongue finding the
secret spots that drove her mad with desire.  Finally, she could take no
more and took hold of the short hair at his temples, pulling him away from
her ambrosia.

   "No more, Nick!  You have less than one minute to get naked and impale
me with that marvelous weapon!"

   Nick was naked and pressing the tip of his erection against her opening
in fifty seconds, five seconds later Lydia was moaning in delight as it
slid completely into her.  The two lovers easily fell into a comfortable
rhythm of passion, augmented by long soft kisses.

   Their climaxes, though not simultaneous, were spectacular, and Lydia
fell asleep content, with her lover spooned against her.

   Nick woke up a few hours later to find Lydia's hand reaching back
between her legs, stroking the tip of his cock as it grew.  When it was
fully hard, she scooted back and slid onto it silently, perhaps trying to
not awaken him.  She slowly rode the shaft within her until he reached
around with one hand to tweak her nipple as the other hand reached down to
massage her clit.  Then she slammed her bottom against his groin and
twisted with wild abandon on his sword, driving herself to a shattering
orgasm before passing out as he filled her again with his seed.

   When he awoke again, he slid out of bed and showered as silently as he
could.  He checked that Lydia still slept, then pulled on his jeans and
carried the rest of his clothes to the hall, where he dressed after
shutting the door behind him.  He made his way to the kitchen, and was
disappointed to find no coffee ready.  He looked at his watch, and
remembered the proprietress telling them breakfast was served at 8:30.  It
was just 6:30 now.

   Oh well, he was near the university, it was sure to have a coffee shop.
He made his way over to the campus, and after politely querying a couple of
other very early risers, found the fountain of morning nectar, i.e.  "The
Coffee Shoppe".  He loaded up with eight medium javas, a dozen packets of
sugar, twenty canisters of creamer and a half dozen little blue and little
pink packets of sweetener.

   Closing the door to their room, Nick set the coffee on the table by the
sitting room chair and prepared one for himself, and his beloved bedmate.
Waking her with a very wet kiss, he handed her the cup as she sat up. 
"Finish your coffee, then go wash your hair.  I'll get Connie and Jeanvieve
up, and they can do your hair for you before breakfast.  By the way, how
does Connie take her coffee?"

   "She takes hers with one and a half packs of sugar, and two of those
creamer tubs." He moved to the connecting door balancing the cups.  She saw
him stop for a second, then enter the room.  She wondered why he'd
hesitated.

   The reason he'd hesitated was that instead of the two women in sleepwear
demurely cuddled together that he'd unconsciously expected to see, he'd
seen two nude bodies sensually entwined, and before he'd been able to
retreat, one of those bodies had opened their eyes and offered a smile of
greeting.  "Good morning, Nick." Connie said softly.

   He set the Jeanvieve's coffee carefully on the table and then crossed to
the bed and kissed Connie good morning as she sat up to accept his
offering. "Did you sleep well?" he asked.

   Connie smiled at her still snoozing companion.  "Better than I expected,
actually."

   "I guess I should have knocked," Nick admitted, embarrassed.

   Connie shrugged, and when she did the sheet slipped off, exposing her
delightful torso.  "It wouldn't have mattered, one of us would have just
told you to come in.  Don't be embarrassed, sweetie.  I'm not." She took a
sip of the coffee and smiled and mouthed "Perfect".

   "Ummmm, me neither." Jeanvieve stretched slowly and sensually on the
bed, then opened her eyes.  "Good morning, lovers.  Do I smell coffee?" She
sat up in the middle of the bed, not bothering to cover up as she took the
coffee Nick placed in her hand.  "Now, can I have a kiss?" She laughed with
pleasure when both Nick and Connie leaned toward her at the same time. 
"Hold on a sec, Nick, I'll take care of you next." She leaned over and
offered Connie a semi-chaste kiss.  Connie kissed her right and proper
instead, and their kiss lasted longer than either of them expected as Jean
reciprocated.  "Wow," Jeanvieve breathed when they moved apart.  Then she
accepted Nick's sweet kiss good morning.

   Lydia came in as Nick's lips left Jeanvieve's, her hair damp but lying
close to her scalp, her bare skin still gleaming from her quick bath.. 
"Good morning, dears!  Did you sleep well?" Then she leaned over and kissed
each of the women in the bed and answered herself teasingly, "Looks like
it." Connie and Jeanvieve started to blush, but then realized they had
nothing to be embarrassed about.

   "So, how come we're all up already?" Connie asked.

   "Because stinky head over there wouldn't let me share the bed if we dyed
my hair last night." Lydia answered, pointing at Nick.

   "Oh yeah, that's right.  We should punish him for that." With those
words, Nick was suddenly dodging three swinging pillows that connected with
surprising regularity.  But what really surprised him was that both Connie
and Jeanvieve could swing accurately with one hand and drink coffee without
spilling at the same time.  He was finally forced to retreat to the other
bedroom, where he fixed a second cup of coffee and then went downstairs to
see if there was a newspaper available.

   "Good morning, Mr.  Essex.  Did you and your friends sleep well?" The
proprietress inquired.

   "Yes Ma'am, we did, thank you.  Is there a newspaper this morning?"

   "Of course, we have the Salt Lake Tribune or the Deseret News, and you
can call me Mrs.  Shaunnessy, or Maggie.  Will the girls be down for
breakfast?"

   "Yeah, they're up now, coloring Lydia's hair."

   "Lydia?  She was the one with the, umm, spikes?  I'm afraid I didn't
catch the other girl's names, either." She said this in a slightly
accusatory tone.  "Are they your daughters?"

   Nick nodded, "And the rainbow.  She said she didn't feel comfortable
down here looking quite so, radical.  No, they are just friends of mine
that decided I needed to come to the Festival.  Connie is the brunette, and
the tall blond is Jeanvieve."

   "No, I'm sure she didn't.  Cedar City and the campus are reasonably
liberal, but it is still surrounded by rural Utah.  It was good of you to
make reservations for them here, although usually we get a more 'romantic'
clientele.  So what are your plans today?"

   "Actually, I'd suspect Lydia was the ringleader when they decided where
to stay.  I didn't know a thing till yesterday morning."

   "My goodness.  Reservations were made almost a month ago!" Maggie
thought to herself; "And he didn't know a thing, and doesn't seem at all
concerned that this Lydia has access to his credit cards, or even what
their stay is costing him.  Maybe I better call the credit card company and
make sure the card is still good for these charges." Mrs.  Shaunnessy did
call the VISA office later that day, and when she explained the charges,
was basically told: "If it ain't over five grand, we don't worry about that
card."

   Nick took the paper and went to the parlor to read while Mrs. 
Shaunnessy prepared breakfast for her guests.  The girls came down shortly
after 8:00 and split up the section's he'd already read.  Nick looked over
the top of the paper at Lydia, pleased with her color choice and to see the
return of her tiny ringlets.  At 8:30, Mrs.  Shaunnessy summoned them to a
breakfast of bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, hash browns and waffles.  And
fresh coffee.

   "What did you ladies have planned for us today?" Nick asked.

   Lydia admitted, "Besides the play, we didn't really have any plans. 
What did you do when you were down here before?"

   "Well, we are near Canyonlands National Park.  We could take the drive
through it."

   "Is that what you did last time?" Connie asked, not wanting to do
something that might have bored him the first time.

   "Actually, I was going to join the bus tour, but got there too late, it
was all filled.  I ended up taking a helicopter tour of the canyons."

   All three girls looked at him in surprise.  "You took a helicopter?  Was
it fun?" demanded Jeanvieve.

   Nick nodded.  "Yeah, it was a pretty fun time.  But if you don't like
small planes, helicopters are worse."

   The girls started to discuss it quietly and Nick sat back and sipped his
coffee.  Maggie Shaunnessy watched as well, and quickly realized that Mr.
Essex was a bystander to his female conspirators.  He'd go along with
whatever they decided, and likely enjoy every minute of it.

   Lydia spoke up finally.  "Can we do that Nick?  Is it expensive?" She
blushed when she realized what she'd just asked, and Nick and her friends
laughed at her.

   "We'll have to check.  The one I went on only seated four, including the
pilot.  And even if I was qualified for helicopters, I've never flown the
canyons, so I wouldn't try.  Mrs.  Shaunnessy, do you have a guide to
tourist services?"

   Maggie went and got him the soft cover book, and he began to look
through it.  "Umm, Nick," Connie interrupted hesitantly.  "You say you're
not qualified for helicopters.  Does that mean you ARE qualified for other
aircraft?"

   "Ummhmm," he answered, still looking over the ads for helicopter tours.
"My brother, my nephew and I all qualified and soloed our single engine
light aircraft certificates in December.  We're working on multi-engine
turboprops now.  But my Cessna should be here a week from Saturday."

   Lydia put her hand in the middle of the page he was looking at, forcing
him to look up.  "And just when were you planning on letting us know you
were a pilot, and apparently a pilot with his own plane."

   Nick was smart enough to know he might be in trouble here.  "Umm,
probably when I asked you to fly somewhere with me." He knew it was coming,
he knew they were a bit ticked at him, but still, it hurt when they all
three slugged him in the arm.  He rubbed it and went back to the ads, then
pulled out his cell and made a few calls.

   "Ok, this guy uses a six passenger chopper, so we could all sit
together. He'll give us up to two and a half hours flight time, which is a
very leisurely tour of the canyons.  We'll need to bring our own
refreshments, though.  You ladies game?"

   After some discussion, they decided they were indeed, game.  Nick called
back and made reservations for noon, then decided they needed a camera, and
a cooler, and some drinks for the flight.  And maybe some Dramamine.  They
went upstairs to gather their stuff, and in the car Nick took shotgun.

   He took out the book he'd borrowed from Mrs.  Shaunnessy and opened it
to the map.  First, he guided Lydia to the Army/Navy surplus store. 
"Forgot to get a hat before we left." He quickly found what he wanted, a
soft camo hat with a wide brim that snapped up on the sides and a
drawstring chinstrap.  After some discussion, the girls decided to forgo
hats for good sunblock.

   Their next stop was the Circuit City store.  Nick went straight to the
digital cameras and spoke at length to the salesman.  The camera he bought
looked very much like an excellent professional camera.  He also bought two
256 MB memory cards and 3 eight paks of alkaline batteries.

   Gathering his ladies around him, they left the store and made their last
stop at the grocery.  A styrofoam cooler, a six pack of pop and six bottles
of water, a couple of bags of ice, some spf 30, candy to snack on, and a
box of Dramamine finished their shopping.

   As Nick gave directions, Lydia drove them to the Cedar City airport, and
to the private hangar of the tour guide they wanted.  The pilot shook
Nick's hand and complimented him on his lovely daughters.  Nick was going
to let the comment slide when Jeanvieve got a mischievous gleam in her eye.

   "Yes, Dad, thanks for taking us in the helicopter!" Making sure they
were profile to the pilot, she kissed him, making it plain to the pilot
that she was using a great deal of tongue with her 'daddy'.

   By the time Lydia and Connie had finished, Nick was flushed and thanking
the goddess he was wearing a pair of jeans with plenty of room.  And
wondering if the pilot was going to be able to sit in the cockpit anytime
soon.

   "I shouldn't have done that, but I get sick of people assuming I'm with
you because you're my father.  I'm with you because I love spending time
with you, and I love making love with you.  I'd guess Lydia and Connie feel
the same way.  You're our Nick, not our dad.  Now, give us one of your
sweet "I adore you" kisses, and we can go see the canyons."

   Nick did give each of his lovers a slow, gentle kiss.  "You are
forgiven, but I think it's going to be a long flight for the pilot."

   The girls were unrepentant.  "Maybe he won't make stupid assumptions
next time," was what Connie had to say.

   The flight was a blast.  Nick got lots of very good pictures, unlike his
last trip, and the girls decided they liked flying this way.  And when they
landed, Nick talked the pilot into taking a picture of the four of them
beside his helicopter.  And the girls were forgiven for teasing him when
they each gave him a chaste 'thank you' kiss.

   Nick thought about dinner, and told Lydia to drive to the campus
bookstore.  He went in while the girls waited curiously.  In the arts
section he found what he wanted, and bought four of them.  Then he went out
to the car, and held the bag closed between his legs, refusing to share his
purchases.

   The four of them sat on the porch of the B & B, discussing the
helicopter flight.  They all admitted that although they'd had fun, they'd
been nervous when the craft would seem to jump and dip without warning. 
Nick told them it was the same feeling he got on a roller coaster, nervous
but pumped up.  But they all agreed they'd do it again in a second.

   Then it was time to get ready for the evening.  The women took their
showers and baths first.  Nick could hear them laughing in the second
bedroom as they worked magic upon each other, making hair and make-up
perfect, and discussing the clothing they'd brought for this evening.  Nick
had no idea what any of them were wearing, but he figured it was probably
something quite dressy, considering which of his suits Lydia had packed. 
He also expected to be the envy of every man they passed tonight.  Maybe
even the ladies.  He checked the time, and hurried downstairs to talk to
Mrs.  Shaunnessy.  She gave him directions to a nearby flower shop, and
even lent him her car.

   When the ladies came downstairs, Nick was waiting for them in a dark
gray pinstripe suit and tie and his hands behind his back.  Jeanvieve came
first, dressed in a pale blue blouse that discreetly accented her bosom,
and a glimmering sapphire blue skirt that fell to just above her knees. 
The hosiery and sandals she wore highlighted her lovely legs.  She'd
crimped her long blond locks, and let them frame her face.  She wore a pair
of simple gold earrings with dancing girl charms.  He held out one hand to
her and when she stepped in to his grasp, he kissed her and laid a red and
a white rose across her arms.

   Connie was the next down the stairs.  She wore an embroidered white on
white western style dress, with a slight v top that showed the upper curve
of her breasts.  He couldn't see if she wore hose, because her dress
swirled around her ankles as she walked.  But he did note the toes and heel
of her boots.  Her hair was loosely curled, and mother of pearl barrettes
pinned it behind her ears.  She wore silver and crystal drop earrings. 
When she let him embrace her for her kiss, he laid another pair of white
and red roses in her arms.

   Lydia came down last.  Her hair was still in ringlets tight against her
head.  She wore chandelier earrings with multi-hued stones.  Her blouse was
a tight Lycra pixie tank in various hues of red and gold that showed off
her tiny, obviously bra-less breasts.  Her black skirt was ruffled silk
that ended at mid thigh and her three-inch heels stretched her legs
enticingly.  Her earrings were a layered drop of black leather and pearl
sticks with amethyst bottoms.  When he kissed her, he laid the white and
red rose in her arms, with an additional purple one.

   "My beloved Ladies, the white and red roses indicate we are united. 
Lydia received the third rose, because, when I first saw her, she took my
breath away and allows me to catch it only occasionally."

   Again hand in hand, they made their way to the large warehouse type
building that the "King's Feaste" was held in.  Tucked under his arm was
the sack from his earlier shopping jaunt.  The tables were three quarters
full, but they had no problem finding an empty table.  Nick sat at the
head, with Connie and Jeanvieve to his right and left, and Lydia beside
Connie.  A pair of college students dressed as serving wenches approached
and tucked an oversized napkin under Nick's chin, then draped them in the
laps of his three companions.

   As one filled the pewter mugs before them with apple juice, another
brought a plate of fruits and cheese squares.  Connie looked on amused as
the girls fawned over Nick, asking his name and then addressing him as Sir
Nick.  But she also noticed something was missing from the table.  There
were large metal platters set before each of them, but no silverware. 
"Excuse me, but we seem to be missing utensils."

   She didn't see the grin on Nick's face as the serving girl replied,
"Here you are, dear," and set the knife that had been hidden at the top of
the platter on her plate.  When Connie looked at Nick, he merely smiled and
picked up a small handful of fruit and cheese and set it on his plate. 
Jeanvieve and Lydia followed suit, and Connie finally did so as well. 
Lydia looked at Nick with a grin and held up a grape, making a small
throwing motion.  Nick opened his mouth, and Lydia easily plopped the grape
between his lips.  He made a show of chewing it like it was the finest he'd
eaten.

   Soon they were laughing and having fun, as the girls took turns feeding
him and he returned the favor.  Then the show started.  The story involved
a young apprentice guardsman required to show his skills before the King to
win a place in the King's Guard.  The twist was that only the guardsman's
mentor knew he was really a woman.  As the woman displayed her skill with
the bow, salad was served.  The salad was a small bed of greens dressed in
a raspberry vinaigrette.  And no salad fork.

   The girls looked around, then glanced at Nick.  Using his fingers, he
casually picked up a small amount of the greens and popped it in his mouth,
and wiped his fingers on the napkin under his chin.  The girls looked at
him, the salads, then at their finery and frowned.  Nick grinned , bent
down and handed out the painter's smocks he'd purchased earlier.  Laughing
out loud, the ladies quickly slipped them on and zipped them closed, then
followed his lead with the salad.  The show continued.

   When the main course, a Cornish hen stuffed with rice, was served, the
King announced that His Queen, a French import, had a new toy, called a
fork.  If one wanted one, simply ask your server.  Jeanvieve summoned their
server, and made her request.  But when the server offered it, Nick
confiscated it.  "No, Jeanvieve, thou may not have this foreign
instrument."

   Lydia, Connie and Jeanvieve looked at him in surprise, as did the
serving girl.  "Why not?" Jeanvieve demanded.

   "You did not ask your Lord and Master's permission.  Lydia, what
punishment should be inflicted on Jeanvieve?"

   Lydia grinned as she realized the game.  "My Lord, Jeanvieve should be
spanked."

   Nick nodded sagely.  "And what thinkest thou, Connie?"

   Connie piped up.  "My Lord, Jeanvieve should be sent from thy bed for a
week."

   The servant girl blushed at this, wondering if the four were playing
around, or if the second punishment might indeed be a punishment.

   "And who should take her place?"

   "M'Lord, Lydia and I can keep you entertained while our sister is
absent."

   "I'll think about it.  Mayhap I will have your sisters spank you,
Jeanvieve." He turned to the now furiously blushing college student. 
"Please give Lydia and Connie forks, and I will take one as well."

   The girl did so, watching him with amusement and interest before going
to her next table.  Jeanvieve looked outraged as her girlfriends began to
daintily tear apart their birds with knife and fork.  She glared at Nick,
and watched as he used the knife to remove the leg, then dig into the
stuffing.  He carefully slid the knifepoint between his lips, then chewed
the rice mix he pulled from the blade.  When he saw he had her attention,
he handed her the fork he'd seized.  "You're still going to get a spanking,
though."

   She looked at him, then at her two friends, and licked her lips at the
possibilities.  Dinner was deliciously fun, and the show ended happily,
with the young guardswoman winning her position, and the captain's heart.

   The girls slipped their smocks off as Nick went to find their serving
wench.  "You were a good sport while we were tweaking Jeanvieve.  Split
this amongst the crew," he handed her a c-note, "This is for you." He
placed a heavy golden coin in her palm.  She looked down at the coin. 
Above the woman on the top it said "Liberty", and when she turned it over,
it read "United States of America" and had an eagle landing at it's nest.

   "Sir?  This is real gold!"

   "I know, so when you sell it, make sure you check gold prices first. 
Today it was worth four hundred." He laughed and kissed her cheek before
turning to go.  She closed her hand firmly over the coin, then
reconsidered. She slipped the c-note in her pocket, then hurried to show
her friends the coin.

   "We saw you kiss her.  She's cute, but we don't want to share you with
anyone else." Connie stood before him with her hands on her hips.  Nick
laughed and gathered his sweet ladies together.

   "Ok, it's 7:15.  Time for you to lead us to our theater, Lydia."

   "Oh, haven't you figured out which one?" She teased.

   "I looked at the schedule, but I have no idea which one you picked. 
Lead on Mac Duff!"

   She led them to the "H.M.S Pinafore".  They had a blast, laughing their
heads off and cheering loudly as the cast came out for their final bow. 
They were home shortly before 11, and Nick kissed Lydia and Jeanvieve
goodnight before leading Connie to his bedroom.

   Nick opened his arms to Connie, and she dashed to embrace him.  He
wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately as he held her
tight.

   "Nick, that day in the pool was exciting.  Yesterday in the car was good
sex.  But tonight, I want to be your lover, all night long."

   He led her to the bed, still holding her tightly.  "Sweet Connie,
anytime you choose, I would be honored to have you as my lover.  Tonight is
but the first."

   As she stood by the bed, he unbuttoned her dress to the waist, and then
slid the sleeves off her shoulders.  The dress slid gracefully off her,
revealing matching white lace bra and panties.  He was amused to also see
the tops of white boys crew socks sticking out of her cowboy boots.  She
followed his glance and shrugged.  "Sometimes the tops rub on my legs.  A
long skirt hides many sins." She smiled at him, and he admitted that
yesterday's drive proved that.

   "Sit down on the bed, and I'll see if I can get them off." It was
actually easy, except her sock came off in the first boot.  The second one
slipped off easily, and he teasingly stripped the white cotton from her
other foot.

   "Lydia says it's fun to undress you wearing lingerie.  She says you like
to admire your lover.  I'd guess she's right." Connie slipped the coat of
his suit off and tossed it on the sitting room chair, covering her dress.
Then she untied his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, slipping it off him.  "I
remember the first time I saw you in the gym.  You have improved a great
deal, Nick." She kissed his shoulders and then ran her tongue lightly
across one nipple, watching it react strongly.  "I like a sensitive man,"
she admitted.

   Then she reached down and took hold of his belt, loosening it with a tug
before slipping her hand in his waistband before unbuttoning his pants. 
She slowly knelt before him, drawing his slacks down as she moved.  When
she lifted his foot to slide the leg off, she was vexed to find him still
wearing shoes.  "How did Lydia know you were shoeless yesterday?"

   "I never wear shoes at home.  Wintertime, I go stocking footed,
summertime, barefoot."

   "How come you have shoes on now?" She asked as she untied the one she
held and slipped it off, followed quickly by his sock.

   "I had other things on my mind when I came in here.  First and foremost
kissing you."

   "I guess I will have to forgive you, then.  Other leg, please."

   Then he stood before her, his black briefs hiding what looked to her an
interesting bulge.  She decided to investigate and tugged the briefs down,
pleased with the cause of said bulge.  Not particularly long or thick, but
she knew it worked very nicely.  She wondered if it would taste as good as
it had in the car.  There was only way to find out.  She carefully slid her
lips over his instrument, taking it in with little difficulty.  Yep,
delicious and perfect for this.  Nick's hands settled lightly on her head,
caressing her hair as she pleasured him orally.

   Nick slid his cock out of her lips gently, then leaned down to help her
to her feet.  When she was standing before him, he reached around her and
unhooked her strapless bra, then tossed it on top of the chair.  Then he
laid her back on the bed and knelt beside her.  He took hold of the
waistband of her panties and drew them off her hips and down her legs.  She
was completely hairless.  Then he began to caress the insides of her legs
from ankle to knee, then higher as she spread them apart.  When she was
amply spread, he kissed up legs, alternating legs until he was kissing the
very tops of her thighs and she was breathing quickly.

   Then he ran his tongue along the puffy outer lips, then took a long and
deep stroke with his tongue, spreading her open and ending with hard
pressure upon her clit.  He continued to caress her sex, sometimes pressing
his tongue inside her, other times sucking the little nubbin of
hypersensitive nerves.

   He brought her to orgasm twice with his mouth before kissing up her
body. As he began to minister to her breasts, he rubbed the tip of his cock
against her well-lubricated opening.  Connie wrapped her legs around him,
and as he bit her gently, pulled him into her.

   Their bodies moved hesitantly for a moment, then found a mutually
pleasing rhythm.  And as they coupled for pleasure, his mouth on hers made
them lovers.  And lovers they became twice more before sleep finally erased
the night.

   Nick again awoke first, and made the coffee run.  But this morning, he
didn't wake anyone else up.  He sat at the table in the bedroom and read
the paper, sipping coffee and often looking at the sleeping beauty in the
bed.  Connie was hugging her pillow tight, the sheet had pulled down
slightly, letting him admire her naked shoulders and most of her back.  He
decided the first chance he got, he was going to give some massages.  He'd
made love to all three women, but the thought of spending an hour or two
just letting his fingers caress them was heavenly.  He looked at the clock
beside the bed.  Almost 8:00.  He was going to have to wake the ladies
after all.

   He moved to the connecting door and knocked softly.  The door opened and
he couldn't decide if he was disappointed or relieved when Lydia answered,
dressed for the day.  The kiss she gave him made him glad she was here,
though.  Then she spied the coffee cups and slid past him into the second
bedroom.

   After fixing coffee for all the girls, and summoning Jeanvieve, all
three of them climbed on the bed and woke Connie with caressing lips. 
Connie stretched and turned over, opening her eyes slowly and smiling at
them somewhat shyly.  The shyness disappeared when first Nick, then Lydia
and Jeanvieve kissed her lovingly on her soft lips.  "Wake up, sleepyhead."
Lydia teased her as she moved the open coffee cup under her nose.  Connie
sat up and took the java thankfully.

   Half an hour later, they sat at the dining room table, enjoying
pancakes, scrambled eggs with cheese and sausage links along with fresh hot
coffee.  "So what are the plans for today, sweet Nicolas?" Jean asked.

   Before answering, Nick turned to Maggie.  "Mrs.  Shaunnessy, could I ask
a large favor of you?"

   "Certainly, Mr.  Essex."

   "Would you be able to launder some things for us?"

   "I would imagine so.  What did you need laundered?"

   Nick explained about Connie's desire to take them out dancing that
night. But the only one with clothing that would have been appropriate for
the honky-tonks was Connie.  Nick had decided they would go shopping, and
if Mrs.  Shaunnessy could get the new clothing laundered, they would still
be able to go do a little more sight seeing during the day.  Since this was
the first the girls had heard about a shopping trip, they tried to raise
objections.  Nick simply ignored their protests, and Mrs.  Shaunnessy
agreed to have anything they brought back ready for the evening.

   After looking in the yellow pages, Nick had the addresses of a couple of
stores that specialized in western wear, and again played navigator to
Lydia's pilot.  The girls quickly found skirts and blouses they liked, but
Lydia and Jeanvieve decided not to risk new boots for the evening.  Nick
demanded Connie buy a new outfit for her even when she argued the dress
she'd worn the night before was perfectly fine.  Then the women went to
work on Nick.  They found a nice western style shirt first, then bought a
string tie to go with it.  Then they sat back and made him try on jeans. 
The first ones he tried on were soundly rejected.  Gradually, the jeans got
tighter and tighter, until Nick was getting uncomfortable.  He knew he was
looking a lot better than he used to, but he thought this was getting
ridiculous.  Then the ladies demanded that he face away from them as they
made admiring comments on his ass.  But what really decided their choice
was when they found they could bounce pennies of the seat of the last pair.
Nick just hoped they didn't shrink when Mrs.  Shaunnessy washed them.  Then
Lydia pulled his camera out of her bag and took a couple of pictures of his
posterior.  When they showed him the pictures, he had to admit that for a
man's butt, it didn't look bad.  But if he had to wear these jeans for
them, he expected to see similar jeans on them when they got back to Salt
Lake.  He also decided to wait on the boots.  Breaking them in on the dance
floor wasn't the best way to get used to them.

   "What now?" Connie asked when they'd turned their new clothing over to
their landlady.

   "How about a hike?  We could drive to one of the trailheads and hike to
the overlook and back.  Maybe do a couple of trails if we wanted too.  Take
a picnic lunch, maybe some sandwiches from Subway in the cooler."

   His three companions decided that this sounded like a fine idea. 
Everyone had packed comfortable walking shoes, because the girls had
actually expected to do some walking the day before, until Nick offered the
helicopter idea.  The girls went up to change shoes, and Nick went up to
collect his inhalers and cell.  He was taking his pill when Lydia came up
behind him.  "What do you take those for, Nick?"

   He held up the pill bottle.  "This?  It's for my diabetes."

   "Diabetes?  I thought you did injections for that?"

   "Type I, or juvenile diabetes, you often do.  That's because your body
doesn't produce insulin, so you have to inject it every so often.  I have
what they call 'adult onset' or type II diabetes.  My body makes the
insulin, but the cells won't absorb it properly.  This helps the insulin
absorb like it's supposed to be."

   "Let's be honest though, Nick.  You don't eat like a diabetic."

   "I know, but since I met you I've been doing a lot better.  In fact, I
think the doc will be pleased with the results when I see him next month.
Shall we go?"

   He led her downstairs to where Connie and Jean waited.  First stop was
the Subway down the road.  As they got out, Nick noticed the sporting good
store across the road.  "Order me a sandwich with lots of meat, and just a
little mustard," he asked of Lydia.  "I'll be back before the sandwiches
are done."

   He jogged across the road and entered the store, quickly catching the
sales clerk.  "I need a good day pack, something with pockets for two
bottles of water, and a pair of grommets for two more.  Also a good
all-purpose first aid kit." Within minutes he had exactly what he wanted,
and was jogging over to the gas station convenience store.  Ahh, good, they
still had some of the Evian bottles with the loop tops.  He bought two of
those, and two liters of Aquafina, two bags of ice, and half dozen packages
of trail mix.  "Oh, give me a plenti-pak of gum, too."

   He stuck the gum in his jacket pocket, tucked the liters in the pockets
on each side of the backpack, and hooked the Evian to the grommets hanging
at the bottom of the pack, then tossed the trail mix in to the main chamber
with the first aid kit.  Putting the pack on was a bit awkward, but he soon
had it comfortable and he strolled back to Lydia's car.  The girls looked
at him curiously.

   "First, better safe then sorry.  Now, I'll be the first to admit, if I'm
alone, I take stupid risks.  After all, I only endanger me.  However,
today, I have three women I adore with me.  I'm certainly not taking risks
with your safety.  If we have an accident, we have our cell phones.  But it
still may take time for help to arrive.  So, we have water, a first aid
kit, and some grub just in case." The ladies just shook their heads and
hopped in the car.

   The day was uneventful until they arrived at the first overlook.  Nick
led them to the bench that awaited weary travelers.  "I've been thinking
about Jeanvieve's punishment."

   Jeanvieve looked at him in surprise, having put the incident at the
Feast out of her mind.  Lydia and Connie grinned when he reminded them of
the same incident.  "Banning Jeanvieve from her Lord's bed doesn't seem
like a very wise punishment.  Yes, it cause's her unhappiness, but it seems
to me it punishes her Lord as much as it does Jeanvieve.  I think a good
spanking would be most effective."

   "What?  You can't...  Nick, you wouldn't!  Oh please, you're not
serious!"

   "Quite serious.  The question though is where and when such punishment
will be applied.  I will let you choose: Here, before the Goddess,
overlooking one of her great achievements.  In my bedroom tonight.  Or
after we return to Salt Lake, at a time and day to be decided after our
return.  Be aware, though I will hold you, Jeanvieve, your sisters in
adoration will apply the actual spanking.  Or do you choose to not play
along?"

   Jeanvieve thought about it for a while.  She hadn't thought that
corporal punishment was a turn on for her.  But she realized the thought of
being held and helpless while someone paddled her was making her pussy
itch. "Can I make a couple of rules, m'Lord?  I realize if these rules are
acceptable, that we will most likely need to wait until we are home in Salt
Lake."

   "I'm listening."

   "First, all participants must be nude."

   Nick looked at Lydia and Connie for any negative reaction.  He was kind
of surprised to see none.  "Agreed."

   "As the holder, you have to hold me as I request, as long as it doesn't
interfere with the punishment."

   "Agreed."

   "While I am being punished, the punishers must accept any touches I
apply to them that do not interfere with the punishment."

   He again looked at the other two women.  They looked intrigued, and
nodded agreement.  "Such touches may not be painful.  Otherwise, agreed."

   "Then I will accept my punishment at my sisters' convenience." She stood
up, then leaned down to kiss Nick, Lydia and Connie.  Then she laughed and
started skipping down the trail back to the car.  The other three watched
for a minute then gave gleeful chase.

   They made two more hikes, and Nick got lots of pictures of the canyon,
and his sweet ladies with the canyon in the background.  They were back at
the B & B by 6, and after showering and dressing in their new finery, made
their way to the only tavern that offered food, dancing and a live band.

   The food was good, Nick and Lydia both had a very large burger, Connie
had a salad with a big pile of broiled chicken on top, and Jeanvieve had a
small steak.  The four shared a huge plate of home fries and another of
onion rings, all washed down with draft beers.  Then Connie had them all up
and dancing.  The crowd was pretty good for a mid-week night, and the two
who weren't dancing with Nick easily found another partner to occupy them.
Nick found himself dancing with several partners besides his ladies as
well, and Connie got her chance to instruct them all in some line-dancing.
All in all, it was great fun.

   They got back about midnight, and after goodnight kisses all around,
Jeanvieve and Nick shut the connecting door.  Nick had barely turned from
the door when a naked Jeanvieve was tearing at his belt and the buttons on
his fly.  "Oh god, Nick, you have no idea how hard the last two nights have
been on me!  Knowing that Lydia and Connie had you, how bad I wanted to be
them, or with the both of you!"

   Her words ended abruptly as she filled her mouth with his cock, sucking
it strongly as her tongue lashed around his shaft.  Nick groaned at her
assault, knowing from past experience she wouldn't let him last long. 
Jeanvieve was the first woman he'd met who looked at fellatio as a treat
for herself, not a prelude to intercourse, or part of mutual pleasure. 
Jeanvieve truly loved the feel of a cock in her mouth, and delighted in the
sensation of her lover's climax.  When he was about to explode, Nick
caressed her cheek.  At this signal, she locked her lips around the tip of
his cock and stroked him to climax.  When she'd drained his initial orgasm,
he could feel her swirling it around in her mouth, her lips still holding
him trapped as she mixed it with her saliva, then swallowed happily.

   Jeanvieve released him and stood to press herself against him.  His arms
closed around her, one hand stroking her spine gently as the other massaged
her glorious bottom.  He kissed her, his lips parting for her tongue to
explore him.  He could taste himself in the kiss, but knew the fact that he
would kiss her after her act aroused her immensely.  "Get undressed, I want
to suck you again.  But this time, you can eat me too."

   Nick quickly undressed and sprawled back on the bed.  Jean crawled on
top of him, pressing her groin against his lips as she again engulfed him.
The second time was much more relaxed as she let him pleasure her nether
lips.  His tongue swept across her sex, licking up much of the moisture
that had seeped out.  Then he slid his forefinger into her, twisting it
around as she grunted and thrust against it.  When it was completely soaked
with her lubricant, he began to lick and tease her clit as he slid the
slippery digit into her tight pink ass.  She was soon climaxing as his
mouth and tongue tortured her clit and his finger rubbed inside her bottom.

   "Enough, Nick.  Time to put this lovely cock to even better use." She
lifted off his face and slid off his finger, then turned to face him.  She
took his cock in her hand and sank down on it, easily engulfing it in her
very wet pussy.  After half dozen strokes, she lifted off him and pressed
the tip against her little bud.  She leaned back, giving him a nice view of
her semi-parted lips and his cock head pressing against her.  Then his cock
was disappearing into the tight warmth of her anal cavity.

   She began to rise up and down, fucking her ass on his lovely cock.  She
remained leaning back, giving him access to her vagina.  He slid two
fingers inside her, and quickly found her g spot.  He caressed the inside
of her sex, then began to rub her clit with his thumb.  Jeanvieve groaned
and clenched her pussy around his probing fingers, still riding the invader
up her bottom.  It wasn't long before her vagina was spasming around his
fingers, and her juices were running out of her and coating the hand
between her legs.

   "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she breathed as each spasm raced up her spine.
Then she was pulling his fingers out of herself and bouncing wildly on his
cock.  She pushed his hand to his mouth, staring hungrily as he licked her
pussy juices off.  Then she was sitting on his pubic hair, grunting and
rubbing back and forth as she felt his cock throbbing inside her, feeling
each splash of his semen against her rectum.  He lifted his knees behind
her, keeping her from falling backward, and snapping his erection off. 
Instead, when she swooned, she fell into his comfortable arms.

   She lay there for a while, letting mini tremors run through her system,
then orgasming again as he finally slipped out of her.  "Oh god Nick.  I
love doing you with my ass!"

   When she looked up, he leaned down and kissed her passionately.  "I love
watching you make love to me." Jeanvieve grinned shyly, then stretched out
on him, loving the way he held her close, the feeling of skin against skin
from her breasts to her toes.  They lay that way for most of the night, for
a while with his cock in her vagina as they made love again, but mostly
just comfortably entwined.

   During a quiet interlude, Nick spoke softly to her.  "Did you enjoy your
nights with Lydia and Connie?"

   "Ummhmm.  I was surprised Connie was as accepting as she was.  She let
me touch her first, and reciprocated easily.  She's a delightful lover."

   "I should have knocked, let you cover up a little."

   Jeanvieve laughed softly.  "I wish we'd had more time after you came in.
I'd have invited you to watch, and maybe join in."

   Nick chuckled, and the little twitch against her leg let her know the
idea had definite merits.  "And Lydia?"

   If there'd been more light, he could have seen her blush.  As it was, he
felt the skin against his chest warm slightly.  "Lydia and I...  Well,
we've been lovers before.  Not very often, but a few times when we needed
something special and didn't have a partner to help.  The first time was
after Lydia broke up with a guy she'd been seeing regularly.  After that,
it was easy when we both had the need."

   "And did you ask either of them about your wish?"

   "I did.  They both like the idea of a threesome with you and me. 
Actually, Lydia mentioned a foursome.  I admit, I'd never thought to take
it that far, but I like the idea."
   Jeanvieve then showed Nick just how much the idea appealed to her.