Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: TheSpringg
Series: Harrison Sutter
Title: Road Trip
Date: Feb 2010 Revised and completed March 2021
Summary: Photographer Harrison has an encounter with a interesting young
girl in a cafe and goes on to find a lasting connection
Keywords: MF, MFf, Mf, Ff, First

   Road Trip is the second novel in Harrison Sutter/The Line of Magdalene
series, the sequel to "Chrysalis Music," which I suggest that you read
first to gain background on the continuing characters.

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.  The author
in no way condones the behavior of the characters.  Some places mentioned
are real, but the events described here never happened anywhere.  So, if
geographic details aren't quite correct, remember one thing - this is
fiction.

   Please write and offer constructive criticism and/or encouragement.  I
improve through you suggestions and I am motivated by your encouragement.
(TheSpringg at yahoo.com)

   NOTE: The author retains copyright to this work of fiction.  You may
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   Book Two - Road Trip

   Chapter 01

   She was crying quietly in the booth across from me in the small cafe. 
There was only a cup of coffee on the table in front of her.  Her clothes
weren't cheap, but she had a scruffy, rumpled look.  From my angle, I
couldn't see her face and a baseball cap covered her hair, except for the
long, rusty red ponytail pulled through the back of the cap.

   When the waitress appeared to take my lunch order, I nodded my head
towards the girl and whispered, "What's up with her?"

   "She came in early this morning with some guy, they had a fight and he
stormed out."

   "Left her at a cafe on Route 50?"

   "Yea, and she's broke.  I gave her a coffee, but I can't slip anything
else to her without paying myself.  I can't afford to support other
people's drama.  Got enough of my own."

   "Well, I'll take a 'California Burger' and a chocolate shake."

   "Want fries with that?"

   "Sure, and give the same order to the girl.  Just don't say it's from
me."

   She scribbled the order and smiled at me before darting away to wait on
another table.

   *********

   My trip had started in my RV with my wife's Prius trailered behind.  We
had promised our daughters, Allie and Dina, that we would visit them at
their college in southwest Virginia.  The trip down to campus had made me
nervous for a couple of reasons.  The girls had found the website of my
R-rated erotic photography.  At first I had been afraid that they would be
shocked at my new amateur hobby.  They surprised me when they expressed
interest in having their portraits on the website too.  Given the erotic
nature of my photographs, this worried me too.  Taking revealing photos of
other women, including my lovely Kathryn, was one thing, but my own
daughters?

   The other source of worry was our friend Lin.  Our daughters had only
been told that she was a student who shared the cooking and housekeeping in
return for room and board.  This was all true, but it belied the depth of
the full relationship.  A couple of months earlier my wife, Kathryn, and
Lin had become involved in a deeply intimate relationship.  When Allie had
found my website, she had commented on the attractive "Asian" model, but
not having met Lin, didn't make the connection between the exotic model and
the live-in grad student/maid.

   Kathryn and Lin seemed to harbor no such worries, in fact they spent the
entire trip chatting or napping together in the back of the RV.  When we
arrived at the University, Kathryn commented on how she liked travel by RV
so much more than any other conveyance, except cruise ships.

   "You can sit, get up and move around, take a nap, fix a light meal,
whatever you want.  It's certainly better than flying!" She commented to
Lin before kissing me and stepping out out of the RV.  I was still seated
at the wheel when Lin turned to me when she leaned over and gave me a kiss
on the lips.

   "Plus, you never have a chance to flirt with the pilots when you leave
the plane."

   I could taste Kathryn's arousal on her lips, which confirmed that they
hadn't just been napping in the RV's little bedroom.  No wonder Kathryn was
so enthusiastic about RV travel.

   Well familiar with the campus layout, we found Allie and Dina on the
steps of the Theater Arts Center at the agreed upon hour.

   "Hey Pops and Momsie!" Dina yelled.

   They both bounded up to hug us and I wondered out loud to Kathryn,

   "So we're no longer the public humiliation that we were all throughout
high school?" I asked.

   It had been several years since the girls had stopped being mortified by
association with our mere presence in public, but I still liked to tease
them about those high school days.

   "Pops!" Dina started to complain, but Allie cut her off.

   "Ignore him, Dino!  Anything you say will only encourage him!" Allie was
a year younger than Dina, but she had been the leader of the pair as they
grew up.  Dina was the wild, uninhibited one, and the demonstrated it next,
when her eyes fell on Lin.

   She stepped towards her, took Lin's hands in her own and exclaimed,
"Wow! You're even more lovely in person than in Daddy's photos - and those
were hot photos!  Eric will die when he hears you're here and die again
when I lock him up in his dorm room until you leave!  He loved that photo
set." I watched, bemused for a moment, then.  Allie jumped to the rescue.

   "You'll have to excuse my sister's lack of social graces.  My name is
Allie, which short for nothing, but my Daddy calls me Allie-Cat.  I'm the
charming one, and the one who won't let go of your hands, is Dina, which
isn't short for anything either, so we call her Dino, which is short for
something - Dinosaur." Dina took the hint and let go of Lin's hands, so
that Lin could shake Allie's hand.

   "Hi!  I'm Lin"

   "Oh my god!" Dina burst out having just made a connection in her mind.
"As in the Lin who's a live-in student in Mom and Dad's house?" She looked
at her mother.  "Momsie!  You'd better keep an eye on Pops!"

   Lin blushed.  Allie gave me a curious look.  And Kathryn threw them all
into fits of laughter, by saying, "Nowadays, how do you know it's not him
who should watch out for me?  I love this girl!" and with that she
dramatically threw her arms around Lin.

   *********

   The waitress startled me out of my reveries when she appeared with my
food.  I started eating right away and watched out the corner of my eye as
she delivered the girl's food.  It was clear the girl was trying to refuse
it, but I couldn't hear their conversation.  Eventually the waitress left
the food on the table and went to take care of other customers.

   The girl eyed the food.  I was beginning to think that I had wasted
twelve bucks, but eventually she began picking at the fries.  Quickly she
went from nibbling the fries to devouring the burger, and I began to eat,
returning to the memories of the visit to my daughter -(TM)s campus.

   *********

   After some whispered discussion, Dina and Allie had taken us to the
Backstreet pizza parlor for great pizza and pitchers of beer.  They really
did seem to have gotten over their embarrassment of being seen in public
with their parents.  Or, perhaps, Lin's presence made a difference.  Dina,
in particular, seemed intent on impressing her.

   The pizza was as good as I had heard it would be and we all drank a
little more beer than we needed.  Toward the end of the evening, a group of
our daughter's friends showed up, including Dina's boyfriend, Eric,
requiring more pitchers of beer.

   I refrained from drinking any further and resolved to enjoy watching the
kids and their high spirits.  Initially Lin was embarrassed by all the
attention she was receiving, from guys as well as girls, but she warmed up
to it quickly.  It was obvious that her photos had made her something of a
minor celebrity among Dina and Allie's crowd.  It also seemed that Kathryn
and I were of more interest because of our funding the beer and our
association with Lin.  I was sure that I caught some of the young men
eyeing Kathryn as well, but they were too polite to ask her if she was the
hot cougar in the photos online.

   "Dina said you're doing a shoot tomorrow!" I was startled and turned to
see a petite pixie of a girl with what we used to call a 'pageboy' haircut
addressing me.

   "She said that, did she?" I replied, while I appraised the young girl.
She had a cute face, with glowing amber eyes and sharply defined red lips
in a pert smile.  The femininity of her brightly colored sun dress
complimented her slender, almost boyish figure.  Her effervescent,
coquettish body language led me to think she would clearly flirt with the
camera

   Suddenly, her face changed - almost to a moue of disappointment.  I
realized that my serious look while I assessed her potential, coupled with
my rather terse comment, was shaking her self-confidence.  I smiled
quickly, hoping to telegraph the positive result of my consideration.

   "Talk to Kathryn and Allie." I said, nodding in their direction.  "Tell
them that I'd love to have you included in the shoot that Dina mentioned. I
mean if you'd like that." I could see the relief and happiness return to
her face as she grinned and bounced away.

   The trip had started as visit to our girls and an opportunity to take a
few photos of them.  It seemed that Dina's impulsive nature had expanded
things, because I could see the little "pixie" talk to friends and then a
group of them approached my wife.  Kathryn shot me a questioning look,
which I returned with a shrug of my shoulders.  I smiled inwardly as
Kathryn turned to the girls and begin what I could tell was an animated
planning session.  I savored my beer and watching the young group.  Dina
wasn't involved with the planning session.  Instead, she was riding herd on
Eric, who was drawn to Lin like a moth to a flame.  I didn't need to know
Lin or be an expert in body language to see that Lin was warming to all the
attention.  I also knew that Dina needn't worry about competition from Lin.
If their gaydar wasn't working, I saw no need to say anything about Lin's
preferences.  I was totally absorbed in this sort of observation, so when
Kathryn's planning session started to wind down.  I tossed back the last of
my beer; caught the waitress' eye; paid the tab; and added a healthy tip
that brought a wide smile to her face.  I suspected that her usual college
clientele were decidedly less charitable.  Circulating to say goodnight to
everyone, I was surprised with several hugs and kisses on the cheek from
the girls who had been planning the next day's shoot.

   It was late by the time we arrived at our hotel.  Kathryn, Lin and I
collapsed in the king sized bed and slept through the night.

   Dina and Allie met us for breakfast the next day and we scouted the site
they had selected for our photo session.  Not surprisingly, the "family
shoot" had morphed overnight into a five model photo shoot - my two
daughters and three of their friends.  They had settled on a riding stable
for the venue..  Both Dina and Allie were avid members of the university
equestrian team and used their contacts with the stable manager to allow us
access to the older, less used stable in back.  It was relatively clean,
light and airy.  Being the old stable the wood had a wonderful, weathered
gray color that I thought would make a great backdrop.  Allie had arranged
to move a couple of calm horses into empty stalls and brought saddles,
bridles, and other miscellaneous leather riding tack from the main stable.
We had created the appearance of a working stable before the girl I had
dubbed Pixie and the other two girls showed up.

   While I was setting up my equipment, Kathryn, our daughters and their
friends went off to watch a riding lesson in the large ring that served the
main stable.

   As I was surveying the location and imagining potential shots, Lin
called to me from the old tack room that they'd designated as the model's
changing room.  I stuck my head through the door and was greeted with the
sight of Lin nude.  She was excitedly holding a collection of riding crops
and whip like items.

   "Aren't these cool?" she asked excitedly.

   "What are you thinking?" I asked with suspicion, though I could guess
pretty well what was on her mind.  She handed me a two foot long leather
crop with a wide, flat leather tip, and proceeded to lean over an old
wooden saddle stand with her bare ass facing me.  She looked back over
shoulder, silently pleading.

   "It may leave a mark." I protested.

   "So?  This isn't a nude shoot!" she retorted.  "Besides, I hope you do
it hard enough to leave a little pink mark...  or marks!"

   I shrugged my shoulders and gave a soft tap on her beautiful round ass.

   "Oh come on!" She laughed.  "Please?"

   Realizing she was serious, I gave her two sharp whacks, and told her
firmly that I was done.  She stood up and twisted to see the light red mark
blossoming on each cheek.  She smiled as she turned to face me.  Putting
her arms up, clasping her fingers behind her neck, she thrust her breasts
out towards me.

   "Please?" She wheedled.  "Just two more?"

   "On your breasts?" I asked in astonishment.  "The others will be back
any moment.  Just finish dressing..."

   Lin's only response was a seductive smile and a further thrusting of her
breasts towards me.  I stared at her a moment and realized she was serious
about this odd request, and couldn't deny the swelling in my jeans. 
Something about this situation aroused me - her eager desire for these
little tokens of pain.  Without further thought, I flicked the riding crop
and struck her left nipple.  I had struck her harder than I had intended,
and the sharp snapping sound was followed by a hiss as Lin exhaled
suddenly. She turned her right breast to me, but her eyes were closed.  I
paused momentarily and Lin opened one eye, looking at me expectantly. 
Without further thought I snapped the crop again.  This time Lin's hiss was
accompanied by a sigh, and followed by the sound of voices at the entrance
of the stable.  Lin darted to me and gave me a quick kiss and a murmur of
thanks.

   Lin began to pull on tight riding pants she had borrowed from Allie and
I watched for a moment, puzzled by the pleasure she seemed to derive from
pain and even more by my own arousal at administering it.  The voices drew
closer and I stepped out of the tack room, and greeted my daughters'
friends.

   "Welcome!" I boomed, louder than I had intended.

   "Hey, Mr.  Sutter!" Pixie greeted me.  She was accompanied by two other
girls from the night before.  They each had a knapsack and a garment bag.
"Kathryn said we could use the old tack room to change." Pixie informed me
as they all breezed past me.

   I could only hope that Lin had managed to put her bra on before they
entered.  I could hear them chatting and turned to fiddle with my camera
set up as Kathryn, Allie and Dina returned.  I had everything ready when my
wife and daughters returned.

   Allie and Dina were already dressed in their riding outfits: beige
riding breeches, tall black boots and crisp light colored shirts.  Their
hair was up and they were carrying their helmets, jackets and riding crops.
The afternoon was hot, so I suggested that they hang their jackets in the
tack room.

   After the three girls finished changing, all five of the beautiful coeds
assembled in the center aisle of the stable and looked at me expectantly. I
really had no plan and grasped for an idea.

   "All these women tacked up in riding gear and no horses?" I asked.  "I'm
not the horse person, but I'd like to get shots of each of you on or around
a horse..."

   "Your strobes might freak them out, Daddy." Allie warned.

   "Well then, we can get some in here with natural light and the rest in
the paddock out back." I suggested, handing Kathryn a large gold, handheld
reflector to catch the light that was coming in from one large glassless
window opening on a side of the stable.

   "That reflector will be a pretty scary monster from a horse -(TM)s
perspective, but Dusty and Dizzy are both pretty calm and it won't take
long to 'monster-proof' them." Allie cautioned us.

   Before long I was having a blast snapping shots of five beautiful
athletic girls posing with the horses in the stable and eventually leading
out to the paddock, and riding them.  Beautiful girls and big, powerful
horses had the potential for a very erotic theme.  I was amazed to see them
jumping hurdles while riding bareback.  I had a mental image of them riding
topless and even nude, but pushed it from my mind.  Two of them were my
daughters, after all.  It turned out they were all members of the
university's equestrian team.  Before long Dina had let her hair down to
flow in the breeze and the other girls followed suit.  As if channelling my
earlier mental image, the one I called Pixie had to be reminded that we
were shooting on university property and that she'd have to keep her blouse
fully buttoned, as she seems to want to let it open up leaving her bare
breasts exposed to the fresh air.  She snorted at the prudery and invited
us all to her father's place in Middleburg - prime Virginia horse country -
where perhaps such inhibitions wouldn -(TM)t need to be restrained.  The
girls all giggled at the prospect.

   Dina noticed that Lin had held back during the whole shoot and quite
unobtrusively encouraged her to ride double with her.  It hadn't occurred
to me that Lin didn't know how to ride!  It made some lovely shots of my
raven haired lover mounted behind my daughter, holding tight with her arms
around her waist.  They seemed so natural together.

   As the shoot wound down, Pixie's suggested they give Dusty and Dizzy a
rinse with the hose to cool them down before taking them back to their
stalls.  I should have known that she had more in mind.  It wasn't long
before the horses and the girls were soaked.  Their starched riding shirts
became almost transparent, clinging to their curves and showing outlines of
pert nipples atop firm breasts.  Figuring it was all good clean fun, I kept
snapping and asking them to modify or hold poses.

   Before we wrapped it up, Kathryn collected model releases and copies of
driver's licenses for proof of age.  We agreed that each of the girls would
get a DVD with all the images, and would let Kathryn know which shots they
wanted printed and if they objected to any of the shots going up on my
website.

   Dina, Allie, Kathryn, Lin and I said goodbye to the other girls and went
to lunch



   at a Mexican restaurant near campus.  Allie had changed in the tack
room, so she went into the restaurant with me, while the others primped and
changed in the RV.

   "So what's up with you and Lin?" She asked seriously when we were
seated.

   "Hmmm?" I pretended not to have heard her.

   "You and Lin...  I saw her kiss you when you arrived, just after Mom got
out of the RV.  I've noticed the chemistry.  Then Kelci said she saw you in
the tack room while Lin was dressing." she continued, looking like she
would cry.  I was dumbfounded.

   "Kelci?" I asked, though the question was irrelevant to Allie's concern.

   "The one you called Pixie." She sniffled.

   "Oh..." I paused, casting about for a way to respond to my daughter, who
obviously thought she'd caught me having an affair.

   "She's my model.  I've photographed her in the nude.  There's nothing
new there.  Plus Lin's a close friend of you mother and I.  You should talk
to you mother if you have concerns about Lin and my relationship.  Lin is
very open and affectionate with both your mother and I.  I would never hide
anything from your mother!" I assured Allie.  "Tell her exactly what you
saw.  I could explain, but I think you'll feel more confident if you hear
it from her.  Everything's okay with Mom and I, in fact better than ever.
Now cheer up and don't worry..."

   Kathryn and the other joined us shortly, and Allie's spirits seemed to
lighten somewhat.  I resolved to talk to Kathryn about Allie's discovery
and leave it to her to deal with as she saw fit.  I had a great time on the
photo shoot that afternoon, and I was leaving on my solo road trip the next
day.

   *********

   "We've got some great pie.  Would you like a slice?" The waitress asked
as she cleared my plate.

   "Huh?  Oh!  No thanks.  Just the check, please." I responded.  "On
second thought, can you put a couple of slices of that pecan pie in
something for take away?  I might fancy some later."

   I had left the girls early this morning, with Kathryn's assurances that
she would handle Allie's worries.  I'd had a good lunch and I resolved once
again to put Allie's worries behind me.  I had almost two months and the
open road ahead of me.

   Leaving a five dollar bill under my coffee cup, I scooted sideways out
of the booth and went to the counter to pay.  As I was turning from the
counter to leave, the young redhead was there facing me.  She had removed
the hat and wiped her tears away, but her green eyes were rimmed with red
and still glistened from a long crying jag.  Her wavy hair spilled over her
shoulders and framed a adorable face.

   "Thanks, Mister." she said sniffling.

   "For?"

   "The food."

   "Oh, it's nothing.  You needed it."

   "It's the first time an stranger did something for me."

   "I'm glad I could be the first," I said with a wink.  "I hope I am not
the last.  The waitress told me you were broke.  Take some cash to get you
back on the road."

   I pressed a twenty into her hand and turned to the door, not leaving her
time to refuse.

   I paused by my Winnebago RV, with "Odyssey Photography" emblazoned on
the sides with a stylized image of Naomi blowing wind into the square sail
of a Greek galley.  I was fumbling for my keys, when I felt a presence
behind me.  I turned around.

   "Hi." She said.  "Can I ask a favor?"

   "Need a ride?" I guessed.

   "Yeah, to the nearest Greyhound station?"

   "Where are you headed?"

   "Wisconsin"

   "I can drop you in Romney at the Greyhound station, if they have one,
it's about 30 miles up the road.  If they don't, there'll be one somewhere
up ahead for sure."

   "Thanks!" she said with a smile, and dashed back into the cafe.  Through
the cafe window I saw her hug the waitress, talk a moment, grab her
knapsack and run out the door.

   I had the engine running when she jumped in the passenger side door. 
She had a smile on her face and a bounce in her step.

   "My mother told me never to get in a car with a stranger." she said. 
"Hi!  I'm Erin."

   "Pleased to meet you, Erin.  My name is Harrison, and whatever you do,
don't call me Harry!  So why are you disobeying your mother's advice?"

   "You bought me lunch, that was friendly.  Then you loaned me money, that
was friendly too.  And now I know your name, so we're not strangers! 
Right? Besides I figure I can trust a guy who doesn't want anything from
me. Amanda agreed.  Plus I trust my own instincts..."

   "Amanda?  You have an invisible friend that you talk to?" I said
laughing.

   "No, silly.  Amanda's that nice waitress."

   "Did she tell you that I paid for your lunch?  I told her not to tell
you."

   "Nope!  She said it was on the house.  But I figured that it wasn't a
coincidence that she served me the same thing that she served you - and at
the same time.  I almost didn't eat it."

   "Why not?"

   "I thought you'd come over and hit on me, but when you just kept eating,
I couldn't resist.  Once I ate one fry, I couldn't stop.  I hadn't eaten
since yesterday afternoon.  I was so hungry..."

   As we merged on to the westbound lane of Route 50, I glanced over at
her. She was taking off her jeans jacket and was wearing a spaghetti strap
beige knit top with a V-neck, tight jeans and cowboy boots.  Her knapsack
was at her feet.  She leaned over and pulled off her boots, stuffing her
socks into the boots.  It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, and I
enjoyed the view.

   "You can throw your sack in the back, if you want."

   "It's okay." she said, curling her legs up under her as she re-fastened
her seatbelt.  The belt went over her shoulder and tightened down between
her small breasts, accentuating their firm, uplifted shape.

   I unlocked my iPhone and handed it to her.

   "Pick some tunes." I suggested and she began scrolling through my music.
When she replaced it in its cradle, John Lennon began singing "Imagine."

   We drove on without talking, listening to Lennon's "Working Class Hero"
album as we continued down Route 50.  I flashed back to Naomi, who had put
this album on my iPhone.  She knew that anytime an album or artist that was
not part of my normal fare popped up randomly, that I would think her.  She
had good taste and was expanding my musical horizons.  With a whole music
store to choose from, I suppose that shouldn't have been surprising.  What
amazed me was that two girls of Naomi's generation would know of John
Lennon, let alone choose one of his later albums.

   I couldn't help smiling as she sang along with Lennon tunes...  "Nobody
loves you when you're down and out..." She had a voice...  A really unique
and engaging voice.  She brought a country twist to Lennon's music.

   As we approached Romney, I said, "We can stop at that gas station and
ask if there is a Greyhound station."

   "Mind if I ride with you a little farther?"

   "Erin, you can come all the way to Cortez, Colorado, or anywhere on the
way, if you're not in a hurry - I stop a lot.  I usually stop at
campgrounds, and occasionally at motels.  I have a sleeping bag and a
tent." I was surprised by what I said.  I had been looking forward to a
solo road trip.

   She settled back in her seat and visibly relaxed.  I should have known
that simply dropping her off at a Greyhound station, even with another
handout of cash, would be rough on her.  At the same time, if she stayed,
it had to be of her own free will.

   "Awesome!  Thanks." she shot back brightly.  "What's our itinerary? 
Where are we stopping tonight?"

   "I'd planned on stopping in Ohio, at a campground near Forked Run State
Park.  My ultimate destination is Mesa Verde, near Cortez, Colorado.  I
don't have much of an itinerary to get there.  I call this a 'blue route'
trip, meaning that I stay pretty much to the little blue roads on the map
and avoid the big inter-state highways.  Drives my wife crazy.  She's a
planner.  Needs to know in advance where we're going to stay on every night
and what restaurants will be available."

   "Cool!  You mean we're just following our noses?" She asked excitedly.

   "Pretty much.  I want to be in Cortez in 30 days.  That's about five or
six times as long as I need to get there." I explained.  "It drives Kathryn
absolutely batty!"

   "Kathryn" she looked puzzled.

   "My wife" I laughed.  "I gave up schedules when I retired.  Like to
think I'm laid back.  Compared to me she is completely anal retentive!  But
hey, I'd be lost without her!  She keeps me organized, at least
somewhat..."

   We drove on listening to tunes and enjoying each other's silent company.
Around 3:30, as we were passing through Parkersburg, I pulled in at a
parking spot in front of a grocery store.

   "I'm going to get things for dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.  I hadn't
planned on company, and don't think a dinner of canned chili is the right
way to start a new joint venture!  I know you're a coffee drinker, what
else do you like?"

   "Beggars can't be choosey." she said.  "Besides, I am an omnivore."

   "Okay, then!  Leave the shopping to me and you'll get steak and baked
potatoes."

   "Yum!  Man food!" she laughed

   I glanced down at the small knapsack.  "You can't have much in that bag.
Do you need anything?" I said nodding to the small town department store
down the street.  "Do you need a towel, or anything?"

   "I do need some things at the grocery store...  "

   "No problem.  Let's go."

   In the grocery, I bought a couple of decent steaks, potatoes, and other
fixings, while Erin went off to get what she needed.  We met back at the
checkout.  She had a toothbrush, toothpaste, deodorant, shampoo, and Kotex
pads.

   "I hope it's not too much." she said.

   "Erin, I figure that if you don't even have a toothbrush, you're going
to need some things from that Department store across the street."

   "You can't.  I can't pay.  Oh!  One more thing," and she dashed off,
only to return with laundry soap.  "I don't have clothes but I can wash
what I do have." She said with a weak smile.

   "Believe me, Erin, I don't mind.  Let's go look."

   We finished checking out, put our purchases in the back of the RV and
crossed to the store.  Entering the store was like stepping back in time to
the 50's.  Erin was clearly not going to find anything she would like
there.

   "Uh...  I do need a few things, but I can wait." She said hesitantly.

   "Hey, no problem.  We can stop at a mall somewhere tomorrow and get you
something else to wear, something that'll suit you better."

   "Cool!" she said, but as we were heading to the door, I saw her look at
the Lady Jockey display.  It was odd how it felt like was shopping with my
daughters - a nice feeling for me to re-live.  I also knew how
uncomfortable it made them feel to have Dad along on shopping trips like
this.  I pressed another twenty into her hand and said that I'd forgotten
something at the grocery.

   "Take your time.  I'll meet you at the RV." and I headed out the door.

   We met back at the van.  She had a small bag and I waved away her
attempt to give me the change.

   "Kathryn says a girl should always have change in her purse, just in
case."

   As we were about to get in the RV, I stopped an older gentleman passing
by, chatted about the weather and got directions to the campground, as well
as to the mall in the next town.  I had no idea where Erin was coming from,
or where she was going to, but I figured she would need more than some
panties and more to continue her journey.

   We arrived at the campground and were assigned a space near the lake. 
Erin gamely tried to help set up the tent.  It was pretty funny to watch
her fumbling with the tent poles, but I took pity and lent a hand.  It was
a four person tent and when offered the choice, I was relieved when Erin
chose to sleep in the tent rather than in the RV.  I was pleased by her
willingness to take it and I wanted my bed in the RV!

   As I fiddled with the grill, preparing to cook, she disappeared into the
tent.  Minutes later she reappeared in a bikini that showed her slim figure
to great advantage.  Looking at her I remembered my confusion over Naomi's
age - mistaking her for 20 when she was really only 16.

   A moment of panic seized me and Erin noticed.  "Are you okay?" she
looked concerned.

   "Yes, you just reminded of someone."

   "You looked like you'd seen a ghost.  You don't need to worry!"

   "Sorry...  Enjoy a swim, the lake looks great.  Dinner'll be in about an
hour.

   "Can I help?  I feel guilty leaving you to cook."

   "Go ahead, I enjoy making women feel guilty!" I retorted with a chuckle,
but wondered what she meant that I didn't have to worry.

   "Men!" she muttered as she walked to the small sandy beach and the
cluster of families enjoying the last hours of the warm day.

   Erin returned an hour later with an admiring group of four little girls
appearing to be between 5 and 7.  "Jeannie and Alice's mom loaned me a
towel and invited us over to make S'mores after dinner.  Can we go, Dad?"

   "Hmmm?" I feigned distraction as I processed that last word.  It made
sense that they'd assume I was her father and it saved her answering
questions.  "S'mores?  Sure, dear.  That would be nice.  Now who's Jeannie
and who's Alice and who is everyone else?"

   Introductions were made and the girls trooped off, happy that their new
friend would be coming over later.

   When they had walked out of earshot, I said, "Dad?  I suppose it avoids
questions.  Want to fill me in on who we are and where we're going?  We
should keep our stories straight."

   She talked as she toweled her hair dry.  I watched closely, entranced by
the supple movements of her lithe body - the body of a swimmer.  "We're on
a road trip.  You're a naturalist and photographer.  You're famous for your
nature and glamour photography.  I am going along to model for you and to
check out some colleges on the way.  I am hoping to get some offers of
swimming scholarships."

   "Well the photography part is right, though, I'm not famous."

   "Your RV looks like your professional.  So, it's logical that you are
famous from your daughter's viewpoint.  I told Angela that we're on
vacation to go to a photo shoot in Colorado for you, and to look at
colleges for me."

   "Hmmm, well, I suppose that people will naturally wonder about why an
old man and a young girl are traveling together."

   "Old?" she snorted.

   I went on, "A cover story couldn't hurt and the best cover stories have
some truth to them.  Rather than each of us making up details that might
not match, Erin, step into the RV and I'll introduce you to the rest of
your family.  "

   Seated in the back, I fired up the computer, logged in to the internet
through my cell phone and brought up www.odysseyphotography.com.

   "Wow!  Your web site?  Dude!  You're good.  I was right about the famous
photographer bit!" she exclaimed.

   I clicked into the "about the photographer" pages.

   "Okay, your Mom is Kathryn, and the oriental girl is our maid and one of
my models, Lin.  The younger girl is Naomi and her mother Rebecca.  Naomi
is the 'webmistress' for my website.  They're very dear and special
friends. " I went on and introduced her to her older sisters, Dina and
Allie, and other assorted friends and favorite models.

   "Interesting."

   "What?"

   "Lots of beautiful women of all ages.  But, no men."

   "True.  I photograph women."

   "Is Naomi pregnant?"

   "Yes." I responded, puzzled.  How the heck had she figured that out?  I
changed the subject quickly.  "The potatoes should nearly be baked.  I'll
get the steaks on."

   I left Erin sitting at the computer and escaped to the grill.  "Why did
women have to be so damned observant," I thought.

   "Hey, Erin!" I called from the grill a few minutes later.  "How do you
like your steak?"

   "Pink in the middle, please!" she called back.

   A moment later Erin emerged from the RV wearing one of my T-shirts over
her bikini and carrying a checked table cloth, silverware and plates.  "I
hope you don't mind...  The little closet was open and I found it on the
bottom shelf.  You said I could borrow one."

   "Erin, that shelf is the dirty laundry!  I wore that one yesterday!"

   "I know.  It's cool."

   "Let me get you a fresh one!"

   "No, it's really okay." she smiled sheepishly.  "I like it..." she
giggled.

   "Women..." I muttered, remembering that Kathryn liked to sleep in my
day-old t-shirts too.  Then in an artificially bossy tone I continued.  "If
we discuss it any longer these steaks will be overdone.  Get that table
set, girl!"

   I flipped the steaks and dodged into the RV.  "You want wine with
dinner?" I called out.

   "Can I?" she responded.

   "A glass won't hurt." I responded, emerging with a bottle, an opener and
two glasses.

   Handing them to Erin, I turned to the grill and forked the steaks onto
our plates, along with a baked potato each.  "Don't tell my wife..  " I
whispered.  "No veggies."

   "Secrets safe with me!  I'm just happy to be eating.  Will you teach me
how to get the cork out of a wine bottle?"

   "Sure!  You've never opened a wine bottle before?"

   "No, we never had any alcohol in our house.  My Daddy was pretty strict,
and he only got more strict when Mother died."

   When I gave a sympathetic look of condolence, she said, "Don't be sorry
for me, she was wonderful, but she suffered from her cancer.  I just try to
remember her when she was strong."

   We sat at the picnic table and I showed her how to open the wine.  We
ate in companionable silence, and enjoyed the wine for a while as the sun
set.

   "Is this the first time you've had wine?" I asked after a while.

   "No, I had some once at a friend's house.  Daddy found out and spanked
me pretty hard, and I didn't get to go over to her house again.  That was
worst part of the punishment.  I've only had a couple of good friends and
Jennifer was the best one."

   "I never understood why parents could be so strict with their kids..."
that thought needed no answer.  We lapsed into silent eating again.

   "You're not going to ask, are you?" she asked after a while.

   "Ask what?"

   "Why I was in that cafe, alone and all..."

   "No, Erin, I figure you'll tell me what you want me to know.  But I
should ask one question.  Do you mind?"

   "I guess I kinda owe you a couple of answers.  Go ahead..."

   "How old are you?"

   "18.  Just had my birthday 3 days ago.  Want to see my license?"

   "No, I trust you.  I just didn't want to be surprised by a state trooper
following up on a missing person report and looking for a minor..."

   "Don't worry about that.  My Daddy and I have been fighting since Mom
died.  and it was the final straw when I told him that I was going to
travel with Jack to visit all those out of state schools.  Jack was the
boyfriend that Daddy strongly disapproved of, and he was the one thing
Daddy turned out to be right about." she said.

   I raised my eyebrows in question.

   "I knew Jack was bad news, but I thought I could handle him.  He said he
wanted to marry me.  We were going to go to California and he was going to
work while I went to school.  I know now that I wanted away from home so
bad that I was running away to something worse."

   "What happened this morning?"

   "We left home really early in the morning.  I was hoping to avoid a
scene with Daddy.  No luck on that score.  He threw a huge fit and said he
disowned me."

   "Anyway, we got to that cafe in Augusta and stopped for breakfast.  When
Jack found out that Daddy had closed my credit card, he just took my cash
and left.  My suitcase was in his car and he just drove off with it, the
bastard."

   "Do you know where he went?"

   "Back to Culpepper, I suppose.  "

   "Let's call the police there and see if we can get your stuff back."

   "No, there wasn't that much.  I don't want to look back and have
regrets. I'll get a job and make what I need.  I'll keep track of
everything you spend on me and pay you back one way or another!" she said
with a smile and reached over to squeeze my hand.

   "Don't worry about that.  I can afford it and helping people makes me
feel good.  One more thing, Erin.  I want you to call your Dad."

   "He disowned me.  And I knew that he meant it when found out that he had
cancelled my credit card."

   "Yeah, but someday he will regret it, believe me.  Just call him." and I
held out my iPhone.

   "What'll I tell him?"

   "The truth, or at least part of it.  Tell him he was right about Jack.
Tell him that you are still going on to visit the colleges, and that you're
traveling with a family that you met in West Virginia."

   "He won't care.  You don't know him.  You didn't see how pissed he was."

   "Trust me Erin, he may not think that he cares, but someday he'll
realize how much he does.  If you keep in touch with him, he'll know how to
contact you when he realizes he wants to.  You're a good kid and he's
behaving badly.  You just don't let him burn the bridges behind you."

   "You really think I should?"

   "I really do.  You can use my phone."

   "No, I have a cell phone, it'll work if he hasn't kicked me out of the
'Family Plan' already."

   "Well, if he didn't kick you off the Family Plan when he shut down the
credit cards, it will tell you something, won't it?"

   "Yeah, kinda."

   "I need to call my wife, Kathryn.  I want you to meet her too."

   'She's not going to go psycho about you traveling around with an 18 year
old girl?"

   "Oh, I don't think so.  She's pretty understanding, in general.  You'll
see.  She'll probably have some good advice for you too.  She's a smart
woman.  Heck, she's a woman, I listen to her...  mostly."

   Erin smiled weakly and finished her wine.  Once we'd cleaned up the
picnic table after dinner, we went into the RV.  She called her dad, while
I washed dishes.  She was right that he was still pissed, but she followed
my script and he listened, though he said nothing after his initial
outburst.  She added that she'd keep the cell phone turned on.  He could
call anytime, and she'd call him at least once a week.  All she got was a
grunt from his end when she said goodbye.  As I pointed out, that was
better than getting chewed out all over again.  A positive sign.

   Next we called Kathryn on FaceTime using laptop's camera and had a
pretty good connection.

   "Hey Kathryn.  I want to introduce someone to you." I tugged at Erin and
brought her into view of the camera.  Kathryn smiled and attempted to
whistle, something she had never really learned to do properly.

   "So you picked up a stray?"

   Erin grimaced, and I stepped in quickly to explain the circumstance
under which we'd met.  Kathryn caught on quickly, and apologized for her
unintentionally insensitive remark, which had struck a little too close to
home.

   "Harrison, can you give Erin and I a couple of minutes alone?"

   "Uh, sure.  Want to talk about me?  Erin, only believe the good stuff
she says...  The rest of it will be lies!" I said and headed out the door.

   The couple of minutes turned into almost half an hour.  While I was
waiting a woman from the neighboring campsite came by.  She was in her late
twenties, a pretty blonde, slightly overweight, or should I say curvy and
busty.

   "Hi!  I'm Angela, Alice and Jeannie's mom.  Jeannie's has been talking
about your daughter ever since she came back from the lake this afternoon.
You're invited over for S'mores this evening."

   "We're counting on it.  Erin's in talking on the phone."

   "Boyfriend?" Angela smile knowingly

   "No, she just broke up.  She's talking to my...  Her mom."

   "I hope my girls still talk to me when they're her age.  We're starting
the S'mores soon.  Come on over when she is off the phone."

   "We sure will."

   Erin came bounding out of the RV right after Angela left.  "Kathryn
wants to talk to you." she shouted and threw her arms around me and stunned
me with a big kiss.

   "Jeannie's mom was just over to remind us about the S'more invitation.
Why don't you go over while I talk to Kathryn?"

   "I think I'll wait for you..."

   Back in the RV, I found Kathryn and Lin waiting for me.

   "She's adorable!" Lin piped.

   "You know how to pick them," Kathryn followed up, "and she's already
totally infatuated with you."

   "What?" I blurted in response.  "I -(TM)d didn -(TM)t pick her --"

   "She may seem strong, but you've got a fragile girl there, Harrison. 
She's been through a lot and hasn't had much support.  Just being you, it
sounds like you may given her more than anyone has since her mother died."

   "Just like you two have done for me!" chirped Lin.

   "What should I do?"

   "Just keep being you.  Listen to her.  Oh, and keep her with you for as
long as she wants to stay."

   "Keep her with me?  I was going to drop her at the Greyhound station
tomorrow, after buying her a couple of changes of clothes."

   "Let her go if she wants, but don't push her.  Just let her know that
she is welcome to stay."

   "And bring her back to us!" Lin said, dramatically licking her lips, and
leaning over Kathryn's shoulder and displaying her tempting cleavage.

   "You're incorrigible!" Kathryn laughed and turned and cocked her head up
to kiss Lin.  "But, Lin -(TM)s right.  Let her know she -(TM)s welcome back
here no matter what."

   "You two look delightful!" I said enviously.  "And Lin?  You are a
she-devil!  But I better go, we have an invitation to the neighboring
family to have S'mores with them.  Erin is waiting."

   "Good bye, Lover" Kathryn and Lin said in unison.

   "Goodbye girls!"

   "Oh!  One more thing, Harrison!" Kathryn interjected.  "Remember, be
there for her.  You've got yourself a project.  Just follow her lead. 
She's a smart kid, I -(TM)m betting she has good instincts."

   "You mean..."

   "I mean, whatever she wants.  Just be careful with her.  She has a crush
on you, so don't you dare take advantage of that, but don't let her down
either." I couldn't figure out where Kathryn got all this from just a short
call with the girl.

   "And buy her some new clothes!  Tell her it's on me!  " Kathryn added.

   "Yes, Ma'am!" and I mock saluted her.

   We hung up, and as I headed out I stopped to pick up Erin's bikini top.
The thought stuck me that she didn't have any spare clothes in her little
knapsack, not even panties, but for some reason she had bikini stashed
there.  Odd.  The weather was still warm.  "You forgot something in the
RV." I said, holding up her bikini top.  "A girl with so few clothes
shouldn't leave them lying around."

   Erin blushed and dashed to her tent and discretely struggled into the
bikini top on under my oversized T-shirt.  "Let's go!"

   The girls were ecstatic when Erin showed up.  They had been refusing to
start their S'more until she had joined them.  Our delay had nearly driven
them to the bursting point.  They dragged her to the campfire and soon they
were roasting marshmallows.  I sat down in a canvas camp chair next to
Angela and accepted the offer of a beer.

   "Is there a Mr.?" I inquired.

   "Divorced...  He's my 'Wasband' now and none too soon.  "

   "Must be hard raising two girls alone."

   "Yeah, but it's better than raising two girls with that total jerk, Ed,
hanging around."

   "I suppose you're right."

   Erin was a natural with the younger girls.  She had a beautiful alto
voice as she led the little girls in campfire songs.  Her voice attracted
other families, bringing a couple of guitars, a mandolin and even a fiddle.
Pretty soon we had an impromptu campfire country jam going, with Erin
singing lead on country standards.  The twang in her voice was so natural
and the ballads she sang seemed to come from her own life.  Several boys
her age were obviously taken with her - heck, I was falling for this waif
that I'd picked up by the side of the road.  What man wouldn't.  She looked
extraordinarily sexy, appearing to be dressed only in an oversized men's
t-shirt.

   It was after 11:30 when the fire died down to embers and we walked back
to our campsite.  It felt so natural when she slipped her hand into mine
and we walked in silence.  She gave me a sweet goodnight kiss on the cheek
and zipped herself into her tent.



   Chapter 02

   I was roused out of my sleep by the door latch clicking and the door
opening.

   "Harrison?"

   I looked at the alarm clock glowing by the bed.  It was 2:30 AM.

   "Erin?"

   "There is something out here.  I'm scared.  Can I bring my sleeping bag
in here?"

   "There's nowhere to put it in here, Erin.  I'll take the tent, you take
the bed." and sleepily I started to get up out of the smooth sheets,
immediately regretting my offer, but committed to follow through.

   "No.  Please don't.  Can I just crawl in with you."

   "In bed with me?"

   "Please?" she whined.

   "Okay," I said sleepily, relieved that I wouldn't have to leave the
comfort of my own bed.  I scooted over towards the RV wall to make room for
her and to leave space between us in the full sized bed.  "It'll be
tight..."

   She shyly slipped under the covers and whispered, "Thank you."

   "Good night...  again" I said.  And rolled to face the wall.  Before I
fell back asleep, I could tell that she had rolled over to face the
opposite way.

   I dreamt of Kathryn.  The dream was so vivid.  I could feel the warmth
of her body spooning mine.  My morning erection nestled against the crack
of her ass and the small of her back.  A hand cupping her breast.  Just as
we always woke together.  The dream was naturally progressing to sleepy,
early morning sex.  The sun peeking through the skylight woke me. 
Momentarily disoriented, the dream continued.  Kathryn's nipples were so
hard under my fingers and my cock felt so good nestled against her ass.

   In an instant, I was fully awake and pulled back with a start.  In the
confusing transition from dream to waking reality, Erin rolled over to face
me.

   "You're awake?" she asked with a smile.

   "My god!  I am so sorry Erin.  I was dreaming!  I should have taken the
tent!"

   "Don't apologize, it was sweet.  I liked it...  No, I loved it.  I never
felt so safe and loved.  You held me all night."

   "I did?"

   "Yeah, a lot of it..." she said dreamily.  "I fell asleep with you
holding me so sweetly, nestled up against you, your hand under my
t-shirt... No..  your t-shirt...  cupping my breast."

   "I did?" I asked blushing.  "I am so sorry."

   "Please don't say that again!" she exclaimed and leaned forward and
kissed me.  "Was it a dream about ..."

   "Kathryn, my wife." I interrupted sheepishly.

   "She's a lucky woman!  Being loved so much.  I hope she appreciates it!"
Erin continued smiling at me.

   "She seems to put up with me..." I replied.

   Still chagrined, I stayed silent, watching her as she hopped from bed. I
caught a peek of her panties as the hem of her t-shirt flipped up.  My cock
went twitched again, and I remembered the feeling of her nipple hardening
under my touch.

   "Let me fix you breakfast in bed." she said, and when I started to move,
"No!  You stay there." So I settled back and, through the bedroom door,
watched as Erin moved confidently around the micro-kitchen of the RV. 
"Pancakes?  Coffee?  Orange juice?"

   "Yes, all of the above."

   "Done!" and soon she was mixing the batter from scratch.  I dozed off
again and only awoke when I felt the bed rustling.  Erin was leaning over
the bed holding a breakfast tray.  I hurriedly pushed the sheets aside,
clearing a space for the tray.

   "Breakfast is served!"

   As she leaned over to put the tray down, the neckline of her shirt hung
open, giving me a clear view of her bare breasts hanging free.  She was too
observant to miss my glance.

   I averted my eyes.  She laughed.  "You know you are the first boy to
touch those."

   "Sorry, I couldn't help but see."

   "Stop with the apologies!" she smiled.  "If we're going to be traveling
together in this small space, we better be comfortable with each other!"

   I turned my attention to the breakfast on the bed.  We sat cross legged
across the tray from each other, and ate together from the single plate of
pancakes that she had cooked up.

   I found it impossible to keep my eyes off her.  Erin either didn't care
or didn't realize that the hem of the t-shirt wasn't completely covering
her crotch.  The sight of her white cotton panties peeking out from under
the hem of the t-shirt made it impossible for me to suppress my erection. I
suspected that she noticed, but if she did, she didn't say anything.  We
ate in silence, but I felt we were both enjoying each other -(TM)s company.
This young woman was going to change my trip, but as long as I got to the
photography workshop at Mesa Verde, I didn't care.  After all, I wasn't one
of those old stick-to-the-plan types that can't change.  When a once in a
lifetime opportunity comes along, you have to roll with it.  I decided then
and there that this road trip was officially about Erin.

   As Erin finished the last bite of pancake, smiling at me with flashing
eyes, she slowly licked the syrup from her lips.  With that seductive look
from Kathryn, Naomi, or virtually any other woman, I would have...  But
there was no use in dwelling on it.  Keeping Erin "off limits" might be be
impossible in the long run, but I was determined to maintain the current
circumstances as long as I could and if they changed it would be completely
her decision.

   She broke the moment with a wink and clambered out of bed, affording me
another flash of her ass, and another peek down her t-shirt when she
removed the tray, setting it on the table.  She lingered a moment and
winked again, to let me know that she was intentionally showing off for me.

   "Now I know what it means to be a cock tease!" she blurted out, and
immediately blushed.  "Did I say that out loud?" she said, covering her
mouth in mock surprise.

   I gave her an equally mocking look of fatherly disapproval.

   "You cooked, I'll clean." I said, changing the subject.

   "Deal!" she said.  "I'll change into something less distracting." As she
headed out the door, she flipped up the hem of her t-shirt, giving me a
complete view of her firm, rounded ass.  With a wink over her shoulder, she
was gone to her tent.

   I got up, and went into the tiny bathroom to change and wash up.  I shed
my sleeping shorts and gave my still hard cock a couple of quick strokes.
No time or privacy for all the attention it craved.

   I had just pulled my jeans on when Erin returned, dressed as she had
been the day before.  I pulled on a fresh t-shirt and she gave me a funny
look, which I returned with a quizzical look of my own.

   "You're getting another t-shirt ready for me to wear tonight." she
laughed, and then asked expectantly, "What's on the schedule today?"

   "Well, I had planned a hike and some photography, but I think a trip to
the mall in Parkersburg is in order.  As adorable as you are in that
outfit, you can't wear it forever." I suggested

   "I'll be fine!  I'll just wash clothes more frequently.  Let's take the
hike you'd planned." she responded enthusiastically.

   "Wash clothes more frequently?  Like daily?  You don't have a complete
change of clothes with you.  Moreover, you don't have suitable hiking
shoes." I rationalized.  "No, you'll need a shopping spree.  And this one
is on Kathryn!  Her orders from last night.  If you want to argue, it's
with her - not me."

   "Yes, Sir!  I'll take my complaints to the management." she laughed.  It
was great to see her in such a good mood.

   We tidied up the camp site and I was backing the RV out when Angela
walked over.  I rolled down the window.  She stepped up on the running
board and leaned close to me.

   "Good morning!  Heading into town?"

   "Good morning!" we chorused back.

   "Yes, we have to hit the Mall.  You know what they say...  You can take
the girl out of the mall, but you can't take the mall out of the girl!" I
laughed and both Angela and Erin gave me a disapproving look.  "Need
anything?" I added sheepishly..

   "Nope, we're good.  I'll keep an eye on your tent and camp site.  The
girls want to swim with Erin again."

   Erin leaned over, "Tell 'em I'll be back after lunch and I'll be real
unhappy if they're too tired to swim with me.  It's a backstroke lesson
this afternoon!"

   Angela beamed and gave my arm a squeeze.  "See you soon!"

   "She's got a crush on you." Erin said as we pulled away.  "You seem to
have that effect on women."

   I shrugged, not knowing what to say.

   "It doesn't seem to make Kathryn jealous." she stated.

   "We have a trusting relationship.  She has nothing to make her jealous."

   "No, I don't suppose she does..." Erin said, trailing off to silence.

   By the time we arrived at the mall Erin had made a list.  Most of the
list was easily filled at the Gap; jeans, shorts, boxers and tank tops. 
Erin made a point of trying everything on and coming out of the dressing
room area to model them for me.  One tank top fit so tightly that it left
nothing to the imagination.  How is it that being clothed can be as sexy as
nude?  She modeled it with plaid boy's boxers, the waistband rolled down
low on her hips.  Her flat tummy was beautifully displayed, curving in from
her prominent pelvic bones and leading my eye down to her pubic area.  The
waistband was rolled so low that it was clear she she either trimmed or
shaved her pubic hair.  I wondered why she was showing off for me and where
she thought she wanted this budding relationship to go.

   At Timberland we got her some all purpose walking shoes and a pair of
flip-flops.

   At a little swim shop, we were the only morning customers.  Erin took a
couple of swimsuits to the dressing room.

   "Dad!  I can't decide!" she called out from the back.  The young, bored
looking sales girl nodded her head and waved idly towards the dressing
rooms, turning back to a game on the store computer.  She seemed relieved
to not be dragged into family fashion decisions.

   Amused, I headed back to the dressing room area with a full-length
mirror at the end and two small dressing rooms, one opening off each side.
Erin was standing in the room on the left wearing a shimmering blue Speedo
tank - a swimmer's suit.  She looked great and I said so.  Before I could
say anything further she shimmied out of the tank and paused for a fraction
of a second facing me and looking impish.  She had a light tan, except
where her bikini had left distinct tan lines.  Her pale white breasts were
perfectly formed were a large B-cup with the natural firmness of youth and
extraordinarily puffy areolas around small nipples.  The red hair over her
pussy was neatly trimmed.  Her taut shoulders and legs were those of a
swimmer.  She seemed to be forcing herself to not shy away from my
appreciative gaze.  I could see her holding her breath for a long
delightful, but awkward, moment until her willpower wavered.  She took a
breath, blushed and turned around abruptly.

   "You like the invisi-suit?" she said through a forced giggled, wiggling
her ass.

   "It's the best one so far." I said blandly, trying to disguise my
arousal.  Keeping her back to me, Erin donned a revealing bikini in a dark
floral pattern.

   "How's this one?" she inquired.

   "I still like the second one.  That invisi-suit..  "

   "Seriously, I like the bikini best," she said.  "But it's not as good
for serious swimming or teaching the little girls."

   "Just a second here..." I laughed, holding my finger tips to my temples,
"Kathryn is channeling to me.  She says get all three."

   Erin threw her arms around my neck and kissed me in a decidedly
un-daughter like way.  I restrained my impulse to kiss back passionately.
She broke off the kiss and removed the bikini.  Posing coquettishly, she
tossed me the suits, and began dressing.

   The sales girl raised her eyebrows at us as I paid.  We both gave looks
that simply said, "What?" She had obviously heard the exchange in the
dressing room and knew exactly what had transpired.

   "That will be $148" she said blandly.  "There's an unadvertised
Manager's Special Sale on today.  Invisi-suits are free with the purchase
of any other two suits." she added with a hint of a smile crossing her face
as she struggled to remain serious.

   We were barely able to keep our straight faces long enough to leave the
shop.  We were both laughing when stopped at the Mall food court for lunch.

   "Not exactly haute cuisine, but it beats eating late back at camp." I
observed.

   "I don't know, that steak last night was pretty good and I did some
awesome pancakes this morning!"

   While we were eating, Erin apologized for teasing me with the little
strip show at the swim shop.

   "Now who's saying she's sorry unnecessarily." I laughed.  "You don't
think I enjoyed it?" And we both started laughing again.

   "Oh, I know you enjoyed it...  I could see evidence of that!" Erin
gasped between chuckles, pointedly looking at my crotch.  "But, it doesn't
seem right to tease you all the time."

   "You have my permission to tease all you want!" I said.  "On one
condition.  You have to pose for my camera sometime."

   "Can I?" she said suddenly serious.  "I mean, I'd love that!"

   As we pulled into the campground, we noticed Angela and her girls
waving. I walked over to their site and talked to Angela and the girls
followed Erin back to my RV where she put on her new Speedo.

   Before Erin left to swim with the girls, she pulled me aside.

   "I was serious about Angela being hot for you.  She's trying to build up
the nerve to hit on you.  Would Kathryn mind?"

   "Erin, what makes you think these things?"

   "Trust me.  Would Kathryn mind?"

   "No, you know she wouldn't."

   "Good.  Then, please be nice to her.  Make her feel loved and pretty. 
Whatever you do, please don't reject her coldly.  Okay?"

   "I wouldn't do that.  I'm not mean, Erin...'"

   "I know you're not...  But you might feel you...  Never mind..." and she
turned to go.

   I grasped her arm and held her back, "Erin?" I asked, "Do YOU mind?"

   She turned to face me.  Her eyes were shining with welling tears.  "No,
I don't mind..." She pulled away and headed to the lake.

   I watched her walk away.  I was as puzzled as hell.  Erin was a sweet
kid.  I had suspected that she was enjoying being a bit of a tease towards
an older man with whom she felt safe.  Kathryn was right, as always.  Erin
was a beautiful, complex girl, and now it seemed clear that she wasn't just
teasing - she was serious.  She had a crush on me but at the same time, was
encouraging Angela's apparent interest in me.  Erin -(TM)s behavior ranked
up there with the oddest circumstances in my life.  She was also a little
fragile under the strong exterior.

   I was still rooted to the same spot watching Erin and the girls swim,
when I heard Angela approach.  I felt her hand on my arm.

   "Join me for a cold beer?" She invited.

   There was something in her voice when she asked.  It wasn't as clear and
light as it had been yesterday.  I recalled the same tremolo in her voice
this morning when she stopped us as we were pulling out in the RV to head
to the mall.

   Maybe Erin was right.  Angela was nervous.  Was she building up to make
a pass at me?  Was she afraid?  Of what?  Rejection?  Perhaps that was it!
I suspected that she had been in an abusive relationship, and she had the
sense to get out of it.  Now was out of "practice." I'd have bet she hadn't
had date since then and now she was convinced that she was unattractive. 
It seemed so obvious all of a sudden.  She had nice legs, a real woman's
curves and a slightly larger bust than I preferred, but one that many men
would worship.  I realized I was lost in thought.

   "Sorry, I interrupted.  You were watching your young girlfriend." Her
voice sounded like she was suddenly being crushed from inside.  "I
shouldn't have intruded."

   The hopeful tremor in her voice gone.  I looked at her face.  She had
gone ashen.  It had taken all her nerve to approach me like that, and now
she felt like running away and hiding.  I had been lost in thought and
giving her the look that Kathryn understood, but others took for cold and
appraising.  It had worked well for me in negotiations before I retired,
but easily put people off in social situations.  Now I was scaring a pretty
woman who needed her self confidence boosted, not shredded.

   "Hmmm?  Angela!  Excuse me!  I was lost in thought.  I'd love a beer! 
Please forgive me.  I shouldn't stare at a beautiful woman like that."
smiling broadly at her.  "What was that about a girlfriend?"

   She looked quizzically at me.  She wasn't buying it.  She knew I hadn't
just been lost in contemplation of her beauty.

   "She's not really your daughter, is she?"

   "Huh?"

   "She's not your daughter." She repeated.

   "Why do you say that?" I demurred

   "Little things.  She calls you by your given name.  I overheard some of
what you've said around the camp, like you not knowing how she likes her
steak cooked.  Voices carry around here, I don't mean to be snoopy." She
sighed.  "Suddenly all the pieces fell together.  I realized Erin isn
-(TM)t your daughter."

   I just listened, not wanting to admit anything, and she continued.

   "Then when she came out of the RV, the way she kissed you wasn't exactly
the way most teenaged daughters kiss their Dad.  And the way you kissed her
back...  Not like a Dad."

   She was on a roll now.

   "Last night I was woken by a raccoon in the trash cans, and saw her
leave the tent and go into the RV with you.  She spent the night in there
and it's not big enough for more than one bed in there.  Am I right?"

   "Well..."

   "I thought so..." A growing bitterness in her voice told me that I had
been right.  Her former husband had abused her and hadn't been faithful
either.  It had taken all her courage to reach out to me, and I wasn't
helping her rebuild her trust in men.

   "It's complicated."

   "Affairs always are complicated.  I won't pry, but I see the wedding
ring.  You never denied that you were married."

   "Truth be told, it wasn't her mother she was talking to on the phone
last night, it was my wife.  She knows the whole story."

   "About Erin being your lover?"

   "No!!  She isn't my lover.  I know it looks that way.  It must have been
that raccoon that scared her last night.  She spent the night in the RV,
but that's all.  Please don't let her know I told you she isn't my
daughter, I think the public image of the father/daughter thing is
important to her.  She had a bad relationship with her real father.  This
charade was her idea.  I got caught up in it." I felt the need to change
the topic to something safer.  "Look, I have some cold beer from Virginia.
Would you like to come to try a Dominion lager?  And we can talk.  I'll
explain the whole story...  You probably have some good advice for me."

   "The girls...  We should watch them."

   "Erin is really responsible, she can out-swim me, and she has Lifeguard
training which is more than I can say for myself." I ad libbed.  Turning, I
called out, "Hey Erin!  If Angela and I head to our campsite for a while,
Are you okay with the girls?"

   Hearing her positive reply, Angela smiled weakly, but at least it was a
smile.

   Arriving back at my RV, I brought out a folding canvas loveseat.  We sat
together in the shade of a tree.  The lake was visible in the distance from
between the trees.  The beer was cold and the afternoon warm.  I could feel
Angela begin to relax a little next to me.  Over the next twenty minutes, I
told her the story of meeting Erin at the caf�(C), leaving out Erin's
exhibitionism and the way I had woken up that morning.  We sat like that,
without talking, for a quarter of an hour.

   "I thought you really were Erin's lover." She said out of the quiet.

   "I told you I wasn't."

   "I guess I just figured you were covering it up.  I saw her come out of
the RV this morning.  I knew she hadn't slept in the tent."

   "Yeah, that raccoon was rustling around and scared her.  She came in
around 2:00 or 3:00 AM.  She woke me up, but we're not involved that way."

   "I do believe your story is true, you're a pretty amazing guy.  Most
guys I know would have been in her panties by now.  She'd be willing, I can
bet my life on it."

   "And I wouldn't take that bet!  I know that I could take advantage of
her, but she's been hurt and that's the last thing she needs.  She needs
someone she knows she can trust without reservation.  I like the kid." I
said honestly.

   "You are amazing." she said.  I turned to smile at her and she kissed
me. The kiss lingered.

   "Ummmm...  what was that for?" I looked in her blue eyes and saw a
smiling twinkle.

   "I figure you're being so good with Erin that you deserved a reward."

   "Thank you, but I'm undeserving."

   "Oh you're deserving, besides, I like giving the reward.  A lot.  So...
there's more to come!" She giggled.  She had regained her trust and
confidence quickly.

   I just smiled at her like a proverbial Cheshire cat.  Here I had Erin
telling me to be loving to Angela and I had Angela offering herself to me
as a reward for not taking advantage of the younger woman.

   The next kiss was longer and her tongue explored my lips, with my tongue
darting out to tantalize hers.

   "We should be careful." She said, nodding her head towards kids at the
lake.

   "It is hot out here, we could finish our beers in the RV, it's air
conditioned." I replied.  Her eyes twinkled her silent but eager agreement

   I got up and walked to where I could see the girls playing in the water.
I called out, "Sunscreen!" and Erin waved and gave a thumbs-up sign.  I
pointed to the RV, where Angela was standing by the door waiting.  Erin
gave two thumbs-up, so I returned to Angela.

   "They're cool for a while." I commented, holding the RV's door open for
her.  "Come on in." I crossed to the fridge and got us two more cold beers.
Angela -(TM)s eyes scanned the interior of the RV.  She crossed to the far
wall, looking at a picture mounted there.

   "Is that your wife?" she asked correctly pointing to Kathryn in a
picture with Lin, Dana and Allie.

   "Yes."

   "And the girls?"

   "Dana and Allie are our daughters and Lin is a family friend."

   "How old are you?" she asked.

   "55" I responded

   "The double nickel.  Wow.  I am 32.  I could be your daughter."

   "Does that disturb you?"

   "Heck no!" she replied emphatically and stepped into my arms to continue
the kiss.  She was breathing heavily when we broke off the kiss.

   "Oh god, I have never been kissed like that.  It's like...  like...  I
don't know what it's like.  I have no point of reference...  Ed was my only
other...  And he wasn't worth comparing to..." she trailed off still
breathing heavily.  "Do you feel guilty doing this?  Being married and
all?"

   "No, I won't hide it from Kathryn.  We have an open, trusting
relationship."

   She gave me a puzzled look, but kissed me again.

   "You're a strange one, I believe you really will tell her."

   We continued kissing, standing in the tiny kitchenette, with the
untouched beers sweating little rings of water on the small counter.  I
couldn't help but become aroused.  Her breasts pressed up against me.  I
hugged her close and there was no doubt that she could feel the full length
of my erection pressed against her.

   I sat down and she straddled my lap.  Without stopping to think, I
unbuttoned her blouse and her full breasts spilled out, encased in a light
blue, lacy bra.  Scooping them out over the supporting bra cups and I
admired her elongated nipples at the end of large, full breasts.  It was
impossible to resist suckling them, and she responded by throwing her head
back and moaning with pleasure.

   I tensed, hearing young voices approaching.  Angela heard them too, and
quickly tucked her breasts back into her bra, buttoned her blouse and
stood. I moved to a seat in the dining area with my beer.  We had the
briefest moment to compose ourselves before Jeannie and Alice trooped in
without knocking.  Erin shrugged her shoulders in an apologetic gesture. 
The girls were still wet, dressed in their little bikinis.  They were
uncontrollably excited.  They simply had to show their mother their new
swimming skill, the backstroke.  Angela was dragged out of the RV with a
girls tugging at each hand.

   Looking back over her shoulder, she mouthed the word, "Later..."

   I stayed alone to finish my beer and call home.  Kathryn and Lin were
curious about how things were going with Erin.  I told them about Angela
and how both women were playing different games with the same goal.  I told
them I was planning to pull out of the campground the next day and move on
to Daniel Boone National Park.  They both thought I should hang around at
Forked Run for a while longer.  They were curious how the thing with Angela
would play out.

   "Erin's obviously got a major crush on you, so it's puzzling that she
seems to be pushing you into Angela's arms." Kathryn mused.  "I wonder
what's really motivating her?"

   "It seems to me that Angela must have opened up to Erin and told her the
story of her failed marriage.  Now, suddenly, Erin is acting like she is on
a mission to save or at least re-build Angela's self-esteem, though
yesterday she didn't know either Angela or me...  I was thinking she was
just having fun teasing me and playing matchmaker with Angela." I
theorized. "But at the same time she was in tears about it.  I just don't
get it."

   Both Lin and Kathryn were as puzzled as I was.  Altruism was the only
motive that they could come up with.  Erin was confused, troubled, and just
trying to be kind to Angela.  They urged me to stay at the campground and
let things play out.  I was given strict instructions to call in again the
next evening at the latest.  Since I didn't have a tight schedule to
follow, we left it that Erin would be allowed to decide.  My life was their
darned soap opera!

   In the late afternoon, Erin came back with an invitation to dinner at
Angela's campsite, which I gratefully accepted.  I hadn't given any thought
to fixing dinner.

   "Erin, have you always been an exhibitionist?" I inquired casually as I
enjoyed watching her slip out of her Speedo and then sort through her new
clothes, looking for something to wear.

   "Oh my god!  No!  I am sorry!" She quickly pulled a red tank top on,
covering her breasts.  I laughed.

   "I didn't mean that as criticism!" I protested.  "You've got a truly
wonderful body.  I love looking at you.  Have you been showing off like
this all your life?"

   She stood there looking at me, still holding her shorts up in a futile
attempt to cover up.  She was obviously considering her answer, so I
waited. My camera was at hand - it always was.  I wished I could photograph
her as she stood there looking so young, vulnerable and downright sexy.  I
wanted to treasure the suspense of the moment.  When she answered, she
surprised me with a thoughtful, serious response.  I had expected a joking
banter.

   "I've never done anything like this before.  I've never even thought of
doing it.  I've always been called a prude." She took a deep breath, still
clutching the shorts to her.

   "Jack was my means of escaping my Dad.  I realize now that I was running
away from my father, not running away with Jack.  I guess in my imagination
of my future with Jack didn't really include sex.  I knew I would end up
sleeping with him, but I never even considered undressing, getting in bed
and having sex." She paused, thought, and continued.  "This is totally out
of character for me, but it feels so right and natural with you...  Sure
you don't mind?"

   "I am honored that you feel so trusting, Erin." I replied.  "I'll do my
best to deserve the honor, and the trust."

   She immediately turned beet red for some reason but said nothing.  She
looked at the clock and pointed.  She took a deep breath before turning to
dress.  We were late already, and she was silently pulling blue jeans
shorts.

   When we returned to Angela's campsite, Angela was wearing shorts, a tank
top and flip flops.  Her large breasts were clearly not confined by a bra.
Her girls were still wearing their little bikinis.  When she saw us
approach, she smiled in relief.

   "Help is at hand!  I never can get charcoal going." she giggled.  Before
I could do anything, Erin stepped between us to take the matches and
charcoal lighter fluid from Angela's hands.  Angela looked at me and
shrugged.  I took her by the hand and led her to the picnic table where we
sat.

   "Let's relax and watch an expert work." I joked.  Angela's little girls
clambered up on the bench beside Angela, and started in on the potato chips
that were already laid out.  I complemented Angela on raising two active,
self-confident little girls by herself.

   "It seems unusual for a single mother to take her girls camping, isn't
it?" I wondered out loud.  "I always thought of camping as a guy thing."

   "After I got rid of Ed, I thought the same thing.  Then I remembered
back to my favorite times with my father.  I loved camping with the family,
so I decided to do it.  The girls weren't so sure of the idea, and didn't
have much fun the first day.  Then Erin showed up and now they've decided
that camping is pretty special." She beamed.

   "And how do you like camping now?" I squeezed her thigh surreptitiously.

   "Well...  Like I said, the first day was pretty bad.  Erin really was a
savior.  And now...  camping seems it might have some benefits that I
hadn't counted on..." She smiled at me and squeezed my hand which was still
resting on her thigh.  She slid my hand higher up her thigh, pushing the
hem of her shorts up.  Her hand was still resting on mine when her eldest
daughter, Jeannie, climbed up in her lap.  Startled, I withdrew my hand
slowly, trying to make it seem natural.

   "Mommy, you said boys shouldn't touch us like that.  Why was Mr. 
Harrison touching you there?" Jeannie asked.

   I shot a quick glance at Angela, I could see that she was thinking fast.
The situation provoked a guffaw from me and Angela returned an annoyed
look. I couldn't resist sharing my lousy humor.

   "You've been caught red handed!" I chortled.

   For an instant, Angela had a blank look on her face, as she struggled to
fathom my humor while simultaneously trying to come up with a proper
explanation for her daughter.  In the next instant she was laughing.  It
wasn't a forced laugh, but a clear ringing laugh of amusement.  It was an
infectious laugh and Erin and her daughters joined in, though the daughters
clearly didn't get the joke.  When Angela got herself composed again, she
made an attempt to respond to her daughter's question.

   "Darling, you are right.  You are too young to let a man...  Or even a
boy...  touch you like that...  If anyone ever touches you like that, you
have to tell them 'No!' and them come tell me or another adult.  But when
you get to be a big girl...  Like Erin, or me, you get to choose.  You can
let a man touch you if you want to, but always remember even big girls get
to say 'No!' if they don't want to be touched." She explained.  "Do you
understand?"

   "uh huh." Jeannie nodded and her sister agreed, but they still were
obviously confused, but Angela waited quietly for Jeannie to think.  It was
Alice, the younger daughter, who asked the obvious question.

   "You want Mr.  Harrison to touch you there?" Alice asked.

   Angela simply smiled broadly and nodded.  There was another silence
while the girls absorbed her silent response.

   "Why did you want him to?" Jeannie asked

   "Lot's of reasons, darling.  Don't you think he's a nice man?"

   Both girls nodded seriously, so Angela continued.

   "I like him.  He's so gentle, and I know it means he likes me too.  It
makes me feel happy." She grasped at explanations

   "He don't smack you like Daddy did." Alice added.

   "Say 'He doesn't' darling, not 'He don't'"

   Alice continued unfazed.  "An' he's nice to us an' Erin too."

   "Do you love him?" Jeannie asked.

   "Oh hush, Jeannie!" Angela blushed.

   Alice turned to me.  "You gonna marry Mommy an' be our Daddy?  Then
Erin'd be our sister.  An' you could live at our house an' Mommy'd be real
happy!"

   I looked frantically at Angela, who was about to explode trying to stay
serious and contain her laughter.  It was Erin who responded, before I
could think of something appropriate to say.

   "Alice, my Daddy is your mommy's friend.  But he can't marry her.  He's
real good at giving advice and I think if he talks to your mommy and gives
her good advice, she'll be happier than she has been since your daddy
left." Erin explained.

   "Oh!  Well, she's already happier.  She's smilin' a lot now!" Jeannie
jumped in.  "Alice and I were talking about that.  We were hoping he could
be Mommy's boyfriend and marry her, 'cause he makes her happy."

   We all laughed, but Jeannie didn't laugh.

   "Why can't he marry Mommy?" She persisted when we had stopped laughing.

   Again Erin stepped in and picked Alice up in her arms.  "Jeannie, my
Daddy is older than your Mommy.  You know how old he is?"

   The girls both shook their heads, but Angela answered the question.

   "He's 55."

   "Do you know how old that is?" Erin asked with exaggerated emphasis on
the word old.

   They shook their heads again.

   "He's old enough to be your Mommy's own Daddy." She paused and the girls
took a moment to stare at me and let the significance sink in.  "He is old
enough to be you Grandpa!"

   Their eyes widened as they regarded me.  It was Alice who reacted first.
She climbed up in my lap, put her arms around my neck.

   "It's okay, you can be our Granpa!" She smile up at me.  "That'll make
Mommy happy too!"

   Then to everyone's surprise, Jeannie reached over and took my hand in
hers.  We sat there quietly for a moment.  Jeannie was obviously processing
everything as she sat on her mother's lap and held my hand.  Erin turned
her back to us and started putting hot dogs on the grill.

   "It's okay, Mommy." Jeannie said as she slipped out of Angela's lap,
still holding my hand.  "It's okay now.  We understand."

   With that, she deliberately placed my hand back high up on her mother's
thigh, and then placed Angela's hand on top of mine.  Alice mimicked her
older sister, slipping off my lap and patting her mother's hand.

   "It's okay." she repeated.  As she went to join her sister watching
Erin, she turned for a second and said, "It's okay Granpa!"

   Angela squeezed my hand and we turned to look at each other.

   "What just happened?" We asked each other in unison.

   Dinner was ready in short order.  Hot dogs and potato salad.  Angela
brought out a couple of cold Coronas and after dinner we settled down to
enjoy a few more cold ones while Erin led the girls in camp songs.  The
girls were so fully occupied that they didn't notice that my hand strayed
from their mother's thigh to other intimate spots, nor did they seem to
notice the stolen kisses behind their backs.  On the whole it was a
pleasant evening around the campfire.  Erin's singing attracted other
campers at she had the previous night.  This time I discovered that she
also played the guitar, when a boy offered her his so that she could teach
him a chord progression.  I watched them sitting close as she played and
sang.  Jeannie and Alice squirmed on our laps, too excited to sleep but too
tired to stay awake.  When they finally did succumb, we carried their limp,
sleeping forms to their bed in their camper.  With the girls down, we stood
in the shadow of the camper kissing, my hands roaming over her body.  Our
passion was interrupted by a small, sleepy voice from inside the camper.

   "Mommy, you don't have to kiss Granpa g'night.  He can sleep here."
Alice whispered.

   "No baby, Harrison has to stay with his little girl."

   "Erin's a big girl, Mommy."

   "She's his little girl.  Now go back to sleep.  I'll be there in a
minute."

   We hugged and shared a final kiss.

   "I better get my little girl to bed..." I whispered.

   It was late when Erin and I quietly walked back to the RV hand in hand.

   "Grandpa?" I asked laughingly, when we go back into the RV.  "You had to
play the age card?  Kinda harsh, don't ya think?"

   "Like you had a ready answer!" Erin sassed back at me.  "Did you want me
to tell the girls that you couldn't marry their Mom because you were
already married?"

   "Well, even a smart-alecky kid can have a good idea once in a blue
moon!" I shot back and be both laughed and hugged.

   "And at least Angela got a make-out session with 'Granpa Love!' She
needed it." Erin whispered between chuckles.

   Somehow I knew Erin's ensuing gaiety was forced.  Trying to assure her
of how I felt for her, I hugged her closer.  Her body seemed melt into
mine. With my face buried in her hair, I was lost in one those instants
that seemed to go on forever.

   When we did break the hug, I threw off my T-Shirt, changed into my
boxers and crawled into bed.  When she came out of the bathroom, she picked
up the t-shirt that I had just cast off and pulled it on.  She cuddled up
close.  She kissed me goodnight, rolled over and snuggled back to me.  She
wiggled her butt until my erection was nestled in the crack of her ass. 
She then guided my hand and slid it up inside the T-shirt and made me cup
her bare breast.  I held still with great effort, and her breathing slowed
and grew deeper.  Soon she was asleep, and I was wide awake and desperate
for sexual release.  I lay there for a half an hour or so, listening to her
breathing before I faded to sleep.

   Erin turned in her sleep and I woke again.  The moonlight shone on her
through the RV's skylight.  I lay there looking at her as she lay sleeping.
Her T-shirt had pulled up over her tummy and one breast was exposed.  Her
skin had the silky smoothness of youth and the un-tanned areas around her
breasts had an opalescence in the moon glow.  They were the size of large
pears and the nipples were smooth.  I wanted to touch her, but I didn't
dare to disturb her sleep.

   Chapter 03

   I woke again near dawn.  I realized that I had awoken because though
Erin was apparently asleep on her side facing me, but her small hand was
gently clasping my erect penis through my boxers.  I lay still and feigned
sleep.  She did not move either and eventually I rolled on my side with my
back to her and my cock slipped from her grasp.

   When I woke once more, I was alone in bed and there was an ache in my
groin.  Having been aroused most of yesterday and last night as well, I was
desperate for release.  I resolved to send Erin off to Angela's and take my
time masturbating - I certainly had a lot of stimulating subjects to serve
as masturbation fantasies.

   I could smell coffee brewing, bacon cooking and see the mid-morning
light streaming through the window.  When I slid out of bed, I saw Erin in
the kitchenette cooking, wearing the same T-shirt that she had worn to bed.
I reached into the small closet and got a t-shirt and some underwear.  I
tried to be nonchalant as I undressed, my cock conspicuously rigid, and
pulled on a fresh pair of briefs.  I was acutely aware that she was
watching my every move.  Finishing dressing quickly and I began making the
bed.

   "You don't want to have breakfast in bed again?"

   "No, I'm up!" I responded.  "We can eat at the table."

   The table in the RV was small, and with the laptop attached with Velcro,
there was barely room for one.  I closed up the computer, pulled it off the
table and set it on the bed.  She was spooning scrambled eggs and bacon on
to plates at the same time I was putting silverware on the table.  I filled
two mugs with coffee and we sat down to eat.  I was still half asleep, when
Erin caught me off guard.

   "You were with Angela yesterday and you were hard all night!  I guess
you don't need Viagra." she laughed.

   "What do you think happened between Angela and I?"

   "Sex!  duh!"

   "We only kissed." I could tell Erin was covering up her jealousy.

   "It's okay.  I expected you to do more than that.  I wanted you to." She
was trying to maintain control - to appear cheerful.

   "What?  We came inside to finish our beers in the air conditioning
that's all." I started to protest, but she cut me off.

   "Yeah...  Right...  Harrison, I told you to go with her!  She was so
happy with you there last night.  You did wonders for her.  Whatever you
two did, at least you made one woman feel special."

   "All we did was kiss, and yes, I kissed her breasts here in the RV..." I
said defensively.

   "Ohhh!!  I knew it." She whistled.  "Tell me, do you like her breasts?"

   "That's an uncomfortable question..." I waffled.  "Honestly, Erin..."

   "Please?  I won't be jealous."

   "Ha!  You already are jealous." I shot back

   "Okay, but I won't be more jealous..." She said seriously.

   "Well...  I really prefer smaller breasts.  Yours as just about
perfect..." I replied honestly.

   "But you really like hers, you can't help looking..." She observed. 
"It's her nipples, isn't it?"

   "Huh?"

   "It's her long nipples that fascinate you..."

   "How do you know about her nipples?  Have you been peeking?"

   "No!, but girls just know certain things...  So what happened next?"

   "Blast it, that's as far as it went before we were interrupted by some
excited little girls."

   "Oh, that.  Yeah.  Sorry...  They were so excited and they knew where
she was.  I couldn't stop them." she apologized.

   "Are you sure you're sorry?  Last time we talked about it, you had
pretty mixed feelings about encouraging my interest in her.  I seem to
remember some tears..." I forced a laugh so it wouldn't sound like an
accusation.  "Are you sure you didn't time the intrusion?"

   "Oh my god no!" She sounded shocked at the suggestion.  "I tried to stop
them!  I was afraid the girls would be traumatized by finding their Mom in
bed with a stranger?  I was totally relieved that you heard them coming and
recovered so fast."

   "Well, since we didn't get undressed...  At least not completely, and
the girls were so noisy, We had plenty of early warning..."

   "So nothing more really happened?"

   "Nope!" I answered.  "But Erin, I am concerned.  If Angela and I get
together alone, something will happen.  After just a couple of days, I
really care about you.  Something's going on that I don't understand, and I
don't want you to get hurt."

   "Harrison, you've been really nice to me, nicer than anyone has been
since my mother died.  I'm just a screwed up, confused kid."

   I tried to protest, but she shushed me.  Tears were flowing.

   "Let me finish!!  I'm damaged goods.  Kicked out by my own Dad, jilted
by crappy boyfriend.  Abandoned by the side of the road.  Oh, hell!  Know
what I was thinking just before you sent that burger over?  "

   She was sobbing but clearly didn't expect or even want an answer.  I was
at a loss to know what was going on, so I figured listening was the best
strategy.

   "I was broke and homeless.  I was so desperate I decided to sell my
body, but I didn't even know how to start being a hooker!  A whore!" Tears
were streaming down her face, but she continued.  "Remember I told you I
was worried that if I ate the burger you'd come hit on me?  Well, the truth
is that I was trying to decide what to say if you did hit on me...  How to
offer to have sex with you and get paid.  I had to build up my courage and
figure out what to say." She wiped her eyes and looked at me with signs of
fear in her eyes.

   "You were going to ask me to give you money for sex?" I asked,
flabbergasted.  She hung her head in chagrin and nodded, her breakfast
lying cold on the plate in front of her.

   "When you started to leave without hitting on me, I decided to ask you
myself.  That's why I stopped you at the counter.  I was going to start
talking to you and then follow you out to your car...  when we got out I
was going to offer...  But you just gave me twenty bucks and just walked
away.  That I was what I going to ask for, but you left.  It was like a
miracle.  You saved me."

   I was speechless.  I shrugged to say it was nothing and struggled to
find words to respond to this remarkable confession.

   She got up.  I watched in disbelief as she pulled her T-shirt off over
her head, and then shook her red hair back in place.  She wiggled out of
her panties and kicked them aside.  She stood there for a moment, naked and
looking so very cute and completely vulnerable.  She was shaking nervously,
unlike her previous little episodes of exhibitionism.  She took the two
steps to cross to me and sat next to me, looking at me expectantly.

   "Will you make love to me?" she asked.

   I put my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, and dried her
tears with a clean paper napkin from the table.  With my nose buried in her
hair, smelling her scent - fresh and perfume-less - I held her close.  She
nestled into me and slipped her arms around my torso.  We sat there for a
long, delicious moment.  I was overwhelmed with the realization that I
loved this girl.

   "Thank you..." She whispered.

   "Hmmm?"

   "For loving me."

   "You're right, Erin.  I do love you, I can't make love to you now."

   She looked up at me questioningly.  "I don't want money.  I'll still pay
you back every penny you've spent on me.  You'll be making me whole..."

   "It's not about money.  It's not about what you just told me.  I really
do love you Erin, but this is too fast and your first time has to be
special.  With someone you love, in a special place at the right time.  Not
on a spontaneous act of sex on a random weekday morning in the back of an
RV.  And certainly not while you feel like 'damaged goods.' Let's wait..."

   She sat there quietly sniffling, her bare body pressed against me and
encircled in my arms.

   "Erin, sometime soon, if we don't choose to part ways, and if you still
want to, we find a way to make your first time wonderful for you." I
responded.  "I would rather wait and be sure it's right."

   "What if I can't wait?"

   "You've waited this long..."

   "Yea, okay, but what if I don't want to wait?  What if being here in
this RV on a random weekday morning with YOU feels right to me?"

   She looked up with beautiful eyes shining, tears gone, and her naked
body exposed to me.  I couldn't resist.  I leaned into her and kissed like
I had been wanting to since she had undressed and sat beside me.

   A prolonged and passionate kiss, it was unlike any other kiss I had
known in my life.  I had experienced quite a few 'first kisses,' and they
are always special - electric.  This was exceptional.  The sensations were
completely new to me.  My arousal came in a sudden onslaught and yet I felt
more.  It was as if I could feel her arousal too.  Her aching nipples, hard
and craving my touch.  The swelling and moisture between her thighs.  Her
eagerness for my penetration.  When we broke the kiss she was quivering and
I was panting.

   "Oh my god!" she exclaimed.  "I've kissed guys before but it was never
like that...  all those sensations.  That kiss couldn't lie...  You do want
to make love to me, don't you!"

   "Erin, I won't lie, I want you.  And that kiss was like nothing I've
ever experienced before either.  It felt like...  Well to be honest, I
thought that I felt your sensations.  I felt you responding to my kiss...
all over, your..."

   "Jesus, Harrison, You felt everything about me that I felt about you!"
She blurted out.

   "Yes!  It was..."

   "Oh, Damn!" She interrupted.  I looked confused, I am sure.  "Angela is
coming."

   She stood and started to pull on a swimsuit.

   "We won't answer." I said flatly.

   She pulled on her Speedo and tugged a t-shirt over it.  "No, I was being
selfish.  She needs you still.  Kathryn told you to linger here for her."
She poured us fresh coffee and sat down to start eating her cold eggs.

   "Why are the women in my life so darned weird?  What guy has women
telling him who to..." I wondered out loud.

   "Something tells me most men wouldn't be whining about this..." She
interrupted between bites, wrinkling her nose at me.  "Besides, you have to
admit that I'm right, she needs you.  You should have been with her longer
yesterday, if the girls had been restrained.  I have a plan for them
today." she said sympathetically.

   "I thought you wanted..."

   "She's almost here.  I do, but I'll wait now I know you will have me. 
Until next year if necessary." she whispered just as there was a knock at
the door.

   Since I was sitting right by the door, I stood to open it.  Sure enough
it was Angela.  It was only then that it struck me how long in advance Erin
had known she was coming.  I was amazed.  Her hearing must be
hypersensitive.  I hadn't heard Angela coming until she knocked and yet
here she was...

   "Come on in, have some coffee!" I said cheerily

   "No, I can't stay." she said from the doorway, peering in.

   Erin stood and said, "Angela, come on in and have some coffee, we brewed
it fresh.  Harrison has a fetish about fresh roasted coffee, so I assure
you it's great!!" She grabbed a towel and tube of sunblock.  "Besides, I
have a date with the girls, are they ready for their swimming lesson?"

   Angela smiled and nodded.  I didn't need to be psychic to feel her
relief and excitement.

   As Erin headed out, she called out.  "You two have the morning to
yourselves, I have the girls until lunchtime."

   "Now what was that about?" Angela asked.

   "She didn't tell me what she's up to," I lied but went on truthfully,
"but I think it's pretty clear.  She's been trying to set us up...  She
knows they interrupted us yesterday and if she had any doubts about us
wanting time alone, then last night cinched it.  She is giving us space..."


   "You know I thought that she interrupted us on purpose yesterday, out of
jealousy.  But after last night when she covered for us.  Then this
morning, I guess I really was wrong about her."

   "Oh, I think she's envious, maybe jealous but she knows better than to
push it." I pulled Angela in and closed the door and continued, "I hope you
don't mind picking right up where we left off!" I said, seating myself on
the edge of the bed and pulling her down to straddle my lap.

   "Oh, Sir!  I protest!  How dare you!" she laughed, and I kissed her. 
She returned the kiss passionately.  It felt pale compared to Erin's kiss,
but her voluptuous body was eager and I couldn't remember when I'd ever
been this horny.  She smiled as she rubbed her crotch against my hard
phallus and continued our kiss.  I started moaning.  She stood and leaning
towards me, kept the kiss going as she started unbuttoning her blouse.  I
broke the kiss off, as she bent towards me her full, deep cleavage had my
full attention.  She was nervous, in spite of our growing mutual lust.  I
drew her into brief kiss and then lay back on my elbows.  I sensed that
deep down she loved being watched, so I whistled softly as her bra came
off. I was eager to see more and she teased me, cupping her large breasts
in both hands and hiding her nipples.  She leaned over to kiss me, but she
resisted my attempt to pull her down on the bed with me.  When her panties
were finally off, I really was fully aroused.

   While Erin was had a lean almost adolescent figure, Angela had the
tight, fully curved figure of a mature woman.  The more I stared at her, I
realized that she had a great body.  She might not have the modern ideal of
a thin figure, but she had a classic figure.  I flashed on the full figure
of Venus de Milo in the Louvre in Paris.  Swelling, full breasts, wide hips
and a proportionally smaller but not impossibly thin waist.  Her body was
made to be loved and bear children.  I tried to pull her to me, but she
resisted.

   "Your turn." she said pulling me up.  I didn't need to be asked twice.
She sat down on the bed and I went to lock the RV door before I undressed
for her.  She whistled expertly when my cock bounced out of my underwear
and stood out erect.  She grasped my erection in one hand and smiled up at
me when I approached her.

   "Do you mind?" and she placed her lips on the head.  I sighed and she
took it further in.  She didn't have Kathryn's style but she quickly showed
me that she could take me down to the balls.  I could feel the back of her
throat clench on the head of my cock.  The sensation as amazing.  Kathryn
took me deep into her mouth but had never taken me into her throat.  Some
former lovers had gagged trying the feat, but I had never had my cock down
a woman's throat.  It felt amazing.  She took it in and out bringing me
closer and closer to orgasm.  I was so much in need that I knew I would not
last long.  I withdrew from her mouth.

   "Oh, Angela, I am going to cum quickly, let's take it slow."

   "When was the last time you did?" she asked.

   "Four days ago..."

   "I suspect that you're good for more than once this morning..  Am I
right?"

   "Oh yeah, I think so..."

   She took my cock past her lips and down her throat.  It wasn't long
before I was ready to cum...  She sensed my impending orgasm and brought
the head of my cock to the front of her mouth, sealing her lips around the
head, just as I began to shoot my load.  She expertly captured it all with
not a drop escaping.  She smiled up and me, swallowed, and licked her lips.
She then proceed to lick the length of my cock.

   I sat down on the bed beside her.  She stood again and I got a clear
look at her pussy and the neatly trimmed patch of hair.  The inner lips of
her labia protruded, glistening and wet, demonstrating her own arousal. 
She straddled my lap again and my softening cock rubbed up against her warm
pussy.  I found a long hard nipple with my finger tips, rolled it between
my thumb and forefinger, while pulled the other nipple into my mouth.  Now
it was her turn to moan.  Her whole body responded to my stimulation of her
nipples.  I could feel her pussy grow wetter as it rubbed on my cock.  In
response to my urging, she moved on to the bed.  In the end she was lying
on her back and I was straddling her thighs and my face was buried in her
tits.  She was so responsive to my attention, I suspected that I could
bring her to orgasm without ever touching her pussy, but I couldn't resist
that wet temptation long.

   Eager to taste her pussy, I maneuvered myself between her legs and
slowly kissed my way down her tummy.  When I reached her groin, I continued
kissing down her tender inner thighs almost to her knees.  I switched over
to the other thigh and kissed her up to her groin again.  She was arching
her back to bring herself to my lips.  I teased her for a moment, pulling
my head back, so that only the tip of my tongue contacted the folds of her
pussy, lightly licking the length.  She continued to arch her back,
attempting to bring me closer.  Finally with a grunt of frustration, she
used both hands on the back of my head to draw me in.  My tongue penetrated
her and she gasped.  I could feel her thigh muscles tense as my lips found
the head of her clit.  When I broke off for a breath, she used both hands
to spread the outer lips of her pussy wide apart and she rubbed her moist,
pink inner folds.  Her swollen clit was the biggest that I had ever seen.
It was dark pink on the sides and very light pink at the tip.  I couldn't
help wondering whether there was genetic correlation between large nipples
and large clits.  She stroked her clitoris with the tips of the finger on
one hand, while she slid three fingers of the other hand into her own
vaginal opening.  Watching her masturbate up close was exciting.  I pushed
my face in with her fingers and my lips captured her clit.  She continued
fingering herself under my chin as I sucked on her engorged bud with going
intensity.  She had wonderful salty taste that made me want more.  I
slipped my tongue down with her fingers and she continued pumping them in
and out as I lapped up her juices, licking from her hole up to her clit and
back.  Between our shared efforts her first orgasm came quickly and hard.
Her breathing became more and more rapidly.  Her back arched off the bed
and her thighs quivered uncontrollably.  My hands under her ass, I lifted
her hips up, trying to steady her pussy at my lips.  Her hands dropped the
mattress beneath her and clutched at the sheets, drawing them in towards
her hips.

   The aftershock of her orgasm was still rattling through her body and I
was hard again.  She gazed up at me glassy eyed as I positioned myself over
her, kneeling between her quivering thighs.  I needed to fuck her hard and
immediately, but I restrained myself and kissed my way up her tummy to her
full breasts and to her lips.  We kissed and immediately it was clear that
the taste of her own juices on my lips drove her wild.

   When I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy, she gently
guided me into her slick warmth.  Without pausing, her fingers followed my
cock in as I pushed deeper.  The effect was electric.  Her fingers were
sliding in and out with my cock.  I was aware that her pussy was nowhere
near as tight as Kathryn's and there was no comparison with Naomi, which
fit me tighter than a condom.  Angela had room for me and three fingers. 
They added a pleasurable friction, but it was awkward with me on top.  I
interrupted my thrusting and rolled off to her right.  We both were panting
and we smiled looking down at my slick, glisten phallus.

   "God, Harrison!  You gotta get that beautiful hard thing back in me..."
she moaned.  "...back in where it belongs."

   She started to shift her body, but before she could climb on top, I
lifted her right leg, rolled her hip a little to her left, and positioned
myself to re-enter her pussy from the rear.  Our legs interlocked and I
thrust in.  My right arm was behind her neck and I pulled her into a kiss,
while my left hand played with her nipples.  She adjusted to the new
position and used her free hands to caress my balls and rub her own clit.
Soon, fingers found their way back into her pussy with my cock.  I could
pause my thrusting and her fingers continued playing against my cock inside
her and playing with my balls.  She was masturbating us both
simultaneously. It was delightful.  I brought my free hand down and found
her clit.  She gasped when I pinched it lightly and she shuddered
uncontrollably in orgasm when I massaged it roughly by pulling my fingers
up the length of it.  The orgasm triggered panting and her fingers began to
work furiously, sustaining her orgasm through long practice masturbating,
and simultaneously stimulating my arousal to its peak.  She was in the
midst of a long, rolling orgasm, when my own let loose, filling her pussy
and coating her fingers with my cum.  We lay together recovering and
enjoying the last throes and twitches of our orgasms.

   She removed her cum slick fingers and brought them to her lips licking
them with relish.

   "Yummmm...  we taste great together!"

   "Oh, mind if I taste?"

   She looked crestfallen for a moment, obviously realizing that she had
cleaned her fingers.  She brightened, when she realized that I was moving
slowly.

   "Yeah, your fingers maybe clean, but I can go back to the well..."

   I proceeded to lick her pussy.  She was right, we did taste good
together.  I slipped a finger in, and then two.  Finding her g-spot and
still engorged clit, I massaged them both until she shook with yet another
orgasm and collapsed.

   "Oh.  Jesus...  please...  I've never had so many orgasms at once.  Ed
never licked me there..."

   We lay the affectionately in each other's arm and discussed the
daughter's reaction to catching us "red-handed" the evening before.  That
invoked quiet laughter.  Angela recalled little Alice inviting "Granpa" to
spend the night with them in the camper.

   "It's crowded enough in there with the two of them squirming around in
their sleep." She laughed.  She commented on what a great kid Erin was.

   "In addition to her warding off the girl's questions last night, she
also set us up to be alone again this morning." She hugged me close. 
"She's a wonderful kid.  It's almost like she knew today was our last
opportunity."

   "I can change my plans..." I proposed, running my fingers through her
hair.  "We could stay a little longer."

   "Oh, Harrison!  I would love that, but I have to get back to work.  I
can't afford to lose my job." She hugged close.  "You don't know what
you've done for me, you darling sweet man.  You and Erin made this camping
trip into something it would never have been otherwise."

   "Let me see, three orgasms, no four.  Did I count right." I teased.

   "No, silly.  You did much more than that.?  She countered.  "Just the
loving way you and Erin have treated me and my girls.  And yes the great
sex, but even if you'd just whistled at me with love in your eye like you
did a moment ago...  That would have been the spark I needed."

   She needed to talk, and one thing Kathryn keeps drilling into me is to
just listen, so I smiled encouragingly and gave her a kiss on her neck.

   "Ed had me so beaten down.  I was feeling so stupid and unattractive,
'cause he constantly reminded me of that.  If it hadn't been for my fear
for the girls, I'd still be there getting slapped around and thinking I
deserved it!  I freed myself from his presence, but he's been continuing
the abuse, and living rent free in my own head!"

   I stroked her face and she kissed me gently on the lips.

   "Anyway, you've helped me feel desirable, even sexy.  If I can attract a
guy who has sexy models posing nude all the time...  Anyway, you helped
kick him out of my head for good.  Even the girls noticed.  I've got myself
back.  It's been like therapy...  And I decided to use my education.  I've
been a receptionist at the Sheriff's office for years, and I always
resented that the new deputies are all less qualified.  I said to myself,
'Girl!  You've got a B.A.  in criminal justice and most of the guys only
have A.A.'s!' So to make a long story short, I'm applying as soon as I get
home!"

   "That's great!" I said encouragingly.

   "Yup!  I just made up my mind...  Thanks to you!"

   Angela picked a red hair from the pillow.

   "You like her a lot, huh?" Angela changed the subject.  "And you sleep
with her here...  But no sex, huh"

   "Uh, yeah..." I said uncertainly.  "I thought we'd resolved that
issue... What makes you so certain, I'm not getting a little from her too?"

   Angela laughed.  "Several things jump out at me.  Like I said, she set
us up yesterday and again today.  She doesn't seem to be the type to share
a lover.  The stray red hairs on one side of the bed were a give-away. 
Also the sheets were bunched up right down the middle of the bed.  You've
probably used these sheets four or five nights, right?"

   "Three." I nodded.

   "With the quantities you cum...  I mean...  look at the cum stains we
left behind just now.  There aren't any others.  I figure you two may share
a bed, but have never had sex here.  "

   "You are a detective!" I said admiringly.  "You forgot one other fact
that isn't evidence but supports your conclusion.  I am 55, and she is 18.
Plus, I think that if an exam were ordered, you find her to be a virgin."

   "I wanted to be polite and not mention the age thing.  Though Erin
didn't mind pulling your leg with Grandpa thing last night." she smiled. 
"But I doubt she's a virgin.  She's a modern 18 year old and very pretty.
I'd guess she's had sex."

   "Shall I examine her?" I asked in jest.

   "Harrison!" she said in mock horror.

   We rolled on the bed laughing.  Angela looked at the clock, got up and
started dressing so I followed her lead.  She pulled the sheets off the bed
and the mattress pad too.

   "I'll take them to the Laundromat and bring them back this evening." she
informed me.  I pulled her close of a long kiss.  "We may not get another
chance."

   I nodded unhappily.  "You're a wonderful, beautiful woman, Angela, and
an awesome lover.  May I photograph you this afternoon or early evening?"

   "You really want to?" she asked looking pleased.  "I can't do nudes."

   "Let's do some portraits with your girls."

   She beamed.

   Angela and I were back at her campsite getting ready for lunch when the
girls came up from the beach.  Erin had kept them occupied, fed them snacks
and generally away from our RV, but they had run her ragged.  After lunch
together, Angela's girls went down for a nap, she went to do laundry,
including our sheets.  Erin and I went back to the RV to take a shower and
rest.

   Back at the RV, Erin asked if I wanted to join her for a shower.  I was
sorely tempted, but felt obliged to point out that the RV's shower stall
was barely large enough for one person.  There was no hope of two people
showering there, no matter how intimate they were.  So I put fresh sheets
on the bed, while Erin took a quick shower.  When she stepped out, she was
naked except for a towel wrapped around her hair.  She may have blushed
when we discussed her displays of nudity earlier in the day, but she showed
no such self-consciousness now.  I tried desperately to act like it was
normal to have her parading around in the nude.  It seemed as though I was
either staring at her or completely averting my eyes.  My only escape was
into the shower.

   When I had showered, shaved, and toweled dry, I emerged to find Erin
already napping.  The thought of a nap was irresistible.  She woke when I
lifted the sheets to climb in and join her.  She was nude and held out her
arms to offer me a sleepy embrace.  I dropped my towel and climbed into her
arms.

   "Hmmm....  You feel good..." I murmured.

   "So do you," she whispered.  "You worked miracles with Angela."

   "Oh?  Why do you say that?"

   "Uh huh.  She's glowing with positive vibes, anyone could see it." She
whispered sleepily.  "You can't tell me that it was nothing but a few
kisses this time..."

   "No...  It was more than kisses." I replied, and added, "She was
probably exuding a certain...  shall we say...  An afterglow..."

   "Afterglow?  That's a gentlemanly way of putting it..." she tittered.

   "Gentlemen don't tell certain things."

   "Whatever..." she replied.  "Whatever you want to think, I think she's
already dusting off her resume in her mind.  Thinking about getting a job.
She can see herself in a sheriff's deputy uniform, behind the wheel of a
cruiser back home in North Carolina.  She knows she can do it.  She's shed
that lousy self-image." She explained.

   "How do know all this stuff?  She just decided that." I quizzed her.

   "A woman doesn't tell certain things..." she parroted back at me.

   "You deserve tons of credit.  You recognized what she needed, and made
me realize that she wasn't just a horny single mom looking to get laid on
vacation."

   I kissed her tenderly, and looked into her eyes.  Was it my imagination,
or was kissing Erin something truly unique?  Maybe it was just my growing
love for this extraordinary girl.

   "I love you too....  And it's easy...You're pretty lovable..." she
murmured as she rolled over, back to me, squirmed back close to me, my bare
cock at her ass, a hand cupping a breast, and she fell back into sleep.

   It took me a while to fall asleep, thinking about Erin, and our
relationship that was deepening so rapidly.  I had only known her for a
little over two days and it felt like she was a full and natural part of my
life.

   Erin's movement woke me abruptly.  Her ass was pressed against my
crotch. She had lifted one knee up and was maneuvering my cock between her
thighs.  She was holding the swollen hard head of my cock against the
outside of her pussy, and rubbing it against her clit.

   I restrained my initial panic, thinking "Oh god...  I won't be able to
resist penetrating her..." but my panic cleared and I realized that she was
masturbating herself with my cock.  I lay still, trying to control my
breathing - restrain my orgasm.  I was washed in sensations of pleasure and
it was difficult for me to keep myself from penetrating her.  She came
quickly and hard.  I felt her orgasm through her skin as though it were my
own.  Her touch was electric.  She seemed to be alight with pleasure.  It
took some serious control to not ejaculate.  It helped that Angela had
milked me dry so recently.  I refused to allow myself to release my semen
knowing that pregnancy now could ruin her life.

   "You needn't worry, I am on the pill.  I was planning on my future with
Jack..." she seemed to sense my tension and intuit my thought.  "And that
didn't include his kids."

   As we lay there, her post orgasmic glow filled the room.  "You've got
some self control," she said.  "I wanted you in me so bad...  I was hoping
you'd...  But I now know you love me and really will make me wait..."

   "You don't know how much I wanted to, but.."

   "Harrison!  Don't lie to me!  You were panicked when you woke up!  I
could tell!  You were scared I would try to put it in...  I could feel the
tension!  You were going to pull away from, at least until you figured out
that what I was doing."

   "Yea...  Erin, we can't go on like this.  I won't have Angela for my
sexual release, she's leaving tomorrow.  Did you know that was one of her
self-justifications to herself for having sex with a married man?  She was
having sex with me to save you from me.  From taking advantage of you..."

   "You wouldn't be taking advantage of me.  I know you don't believe that
I'm ready.  You don't want to make love with me until you think I'm not
just on the rebound.  But until then...  I can give...  Can you teach me to
give you a blow job?"

   "We'll see.  I am fine right now, and I promised to take portraits of
Angela and her girls.  Want to be my photographer's assistant?"

   "Cool!  Sure!" she seemed genuinely excited.

   "Great!" I said.  "So let's get up and get moving!"

   "You got it!" Erin said enthusiastically.  "I have dibs in the
bathroom." She bounded out of bed, her nude form a blur of motion.

   I got up, pulled on some underwear, a T-shirt, and jeans.  I was sorting
through my camera equipment when Erin came out of the bathroom.  She
pretended to be shocked when the flash from my camera caught her preparing
to pull on a pair of her new panties.  Her expressive face amplified mock
anger as I caught her again grasping to pull a bra up to conceal her
breasts.  She laughed with me for the instant that my flash recharged, and
I caught another of her sticking her tongue out at the camera as she
fiddled with the clasp.  We were about to go out the door when I stopped.

   "I can't go over there with nude pictures of you on the camera....  They
might ask to review pictures on the camera's screen." I exchanged the
memory cards for a blanks from my camera bag.  "Let's go!"

   The harsh afternoon light had faded by the time that we reached Angela's
camp site.  Everyone there was scrubbed, hair brushed and curled, and
dressed up in their Sunday finest.  I commented that it seemed a little odd
to bring clothes like theirs on a camping trip, but they explained that
they had left to go camping straight from church on the previous Sunday.

   With Erin's help posing the girls, and holding a reflector, we got some
great shots.  They even managed to get the camera out of my hands and Erin
took a couple of me with Angela before we all returned to the RV.  We all
clustered around the laptop to review the photos together.  The girls
laughed and giggled over the photos, and like any woman, Angela liked the
ability to delete digital shots that she deemed unflattering.  We selected
a handful to print in large format online and have shipped to her at home
and I burned a CD for Angela to take with her.

   It was past the girl's dinner hour when we started back to Angela's for
dinner and beers.  We consciously hung back, walking hand in hand, as Erin
raced ahead with the girls.  She drew me into a wistful kiss.

   "Oh, god, Harrison.  I can't believe I have to go tomorrow." She
murmured.  "I can still feel you up inside me and it makes me tingle just
to think about it.  Will I feel that good ever again?"

   "I guarantee it." I said with complete confidence.

   "Now that I know it's possible?" She looked at me for reassurance. 
"You've set my expectations pretty high.  What if..."

   "What if?  Life is full of what if's.  But this comes with a Sutter
Guarantee.  You've got my number, and North Carolina isn't so far.  Just
turn on the lights and siren on your sheriff's cruiser and come on up." I
joked.

   "Don't tease!" She shot back.  "I'm serious.  Could I see you again?"

   I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close.

   "I'm serious too.  Well not about coming up in a sheriff's cruiser, but
definitely about you coming up.  I won't be the only Sutter who's eager to
see you!" And I winked at her.

   Alice saw her mother and shouted, "Granpa's been giving mommy more
advice."

   Everyone looked from Alice and back to Angela and then broke out
laughing.  Angela's smile just grew wider.

   I started a campfire and Erin got the girls singing.  Erin suggested
that Angela and I take a walk by the lake, while she spent her last evening
with her young friends.  We took her up on the offer, walked quietly into
the twilight and found a bench in a grove of trees overlooking the lake. 
The evening was cool and she leaned on me as we sat there.

   "Were you serious that you wife would be happy to meet me?" she resumed
our previous conversation.

   "I have no doubt of it..."

   "She must be very confident of your love for her to be willing to let
other women in your love life.  Are there other men in hers?" She asked. 
When I shook my head, she pressed on.  "Isn't that a little one sided?"

   I shook my head again, and she looked at me quizzically.

   "She has lovers." I offered and watched the dawning realization grow on
her face.

   "You mean she -(TM)s a .." She paused.  "Is that Asian girl her lover?"

   "Lin?  Yes."

   Angela looked at me with wide eyes, holding her breath as she thought. I
watched her for a judgmental reaction, hoping that this revelation would
not ruin our evening.  She let out her breath slowly and then asked, "That
makes her...  bisexual?"

   I nodded.  She was holding her breath again, so I waited.

   "I'm not..." She stated flatly.  "Will that bother her?"

   "No, and she won't try to convince you to be, though Lin want might to
try, if I didn't stop her.  But don't worry about it.  You'll find the
right guy in no time."

   She melted into my arms.

   "I know you're right...  I've found him already"

   I kissed her.

   "Now you know you can do it!"

   "It's harder than you think!  Ed was the only guy I'd ever been with.  I
thought that guys like you we only in the movies.  All the guys I knew beat
their wives, or Ed said they were complete wimps." she whispered into my
neck as she nuzzled me.  "Tell me something honestly?"

   "Sure...  I'll always be honest." I assured her.

   "You've been with a lot of women...  Was I okay?" She asked hesitantly.

   I laughed.  "No, you weren't okay." I teased.  "You were great!  Where
did you learn to give head like that?"

   She giggled.  "Lot's of practice!  One time that I could be sure that Ed
would be calm and gentle was when he was in my mouth.  He'd smack me
sometimes while we were having regular sex, but he was a lamb when I sucked
on him.  I liked having that control, and when I learned to take it into my
throat he always wanted it."

   "It was the first time I'd experienced it..." I stated quietly.

   "Can I do it for you now?"

   "I'd love it, but here?  Should we go back to my RV." I said.  "We could
get more comfortable."

   "Can I just do this for you?  Please?" She smiled shyly

   I started to protest, but she placed two fingers over my lips.

   "Hush!  I said I loved doing it!  I only regret that we leaving we can't
do it again tomorrow...  And the next day...  And..." She trailed off
dreamily.

   I could see she was being completely sincere.  Her finger traced the
outline of my swelling erection under my shorts.  She slipped off the bench
and maneuvered between my knees.  I looked around hesitantly but the
twilight had darkened almost to night, and situated under the grove of
trees, we were well hidden.

   "Don't just think this is just a special treat for you." She said in a
voice already growing husky with arousal.  "I really loved it this morning,
and I've been looking forward to tasting you again all day."

   I watched in the dim light as she unzipped my shorts.  I lifted my hips
off the bench to allow her to slide my shorts and briefs down.  She started
at the base of my cock, licking my balls and sucking them gently into her
mouth.  Slowly she kissed and licked her way up and down its length,
eliciting quiet sighs from me.  Her fingernails scratched my inner thighs
as her mouth slowly enveloped the head of my cock.  The sensation made my
erection swell and again I raised my hips off the bench, this time trying
to bury myself deeper in her mouth.  In response her hand encircled the
girth of my phallus, sliding it up, allowing me slip from her mouth.

   "Eager?" she rasped, stroking my cock.  "I wonder...  Should I take this
long and slow or fast and hot?"

   I wanted both at once.  I needed to thrust myself deep down her throat
immediately and I wanted it to last forever.  Silently I raised my hips
once again.  Even in the low light I could see a twinkle in her eye.

   Though I said nothing she correctly interpreted my desire.  She
responded silently as well.  The head of my swollen member quickly passed
her lips.  Almost instantly I felt the constriction of her throat massaging
the sensitive head.  I was amazed how she took me so deeply and so quickly.
She made a quiet gurgling sound as her throat repeatedly swallowed me.  I
realized she couldn't breathe with my cock sealing her throat.  Her eyes
watered as she sucked me deeply.  I was amazed at how long she kept it up
between breaths, and when she stopped to take a breath, she gently stroked
and kissed the full length of my slick member.  I was lost in the pleasure
she was bestowing on me, running my fingers through her hair but not trying
to constrain or force her movements.  I have no idea on how long she kept
me suspended in bliss.  I don't think I even realized how I close I was to
ejaculation when it finally hit me.  She knew though.  She was fully aware
of my state of arousal.  When it finally hit, the head of my cock was
sealed between her lips and my semen coated her tongue, filling her mouth.

   I don't exactly recall pulling up my shorts, nor do I remember what we
talked about in my post orgasmic fog.  I only remember her leaning close
and holding her to me with her head resting on my shoulder.

   Back at the camp Jeannie saw us first and shouted.  "Mommy!  Can Erin
sleep over to night?  Please?  It's our last night!"

   Angela shushed her, and running her hands through her hair, she quietly
reminded the girls that they were already crowded in their camper.

   "Oh we have that figured out, Mommy!" Alice jumped in.  "You can go
spend the night in Granpa -(TM)s camper and Erin can stay with us!  You
won't mind, will you Granpa?  besides, you always seem so happy when you
spend time with Granpa!"

   I didn't know what to say to this child-like logic, so I laughed.  Erin
gave an encouraging look to Angela, giving her permission to say yes.  She
clearly considered it.  She was tempted but in the end she laid down the
law in a calm, firm tone that the girls understood as beyond argument.

   "No, sweeties, we have to get up early and go home.  Erin and Harrison
don -(TM)t need to get up so early, besides, look at Erin.  She's tired. 
You two wore her plum out.  Erin needs to sleep, not wrestle all night with
a couple of wild things.  Now go get ready for bed and you can come out and
say goodbye to Granpa and Erin.  Hurry up, before I send them home!"

   The girls scampered off and were back in a flash in their little
t-shirts and panties, ready to kiss us goodbye.  My goodbye to Angela had
already been a long and delicious one, so we kissed and mumbled
endearments.

   It was close to midnight before Erin and I said an affectionate goodbye
to Angela, and returned to our RV to sleep.

   There was a nervous moment, undressing together in the narrow space in
the RV.  I was intensely aware of her proximity.  My cock was erect again
and stuck out when I pulled off my underwear.  She smelled fresh, and when
we brushed our hips together in the confines of the RV.  She smiled slyly
at me.

   "Need help with that?" glancing down at my cock.

   "What I need is sleep, sweetheart." I replied.  "I think that little man
has had enough attention today."

   "He certainly made my afternoon nap pretty wonderful!" She purred.  "I
would love to return the favor, but I suspect that he got some special
attention on that long walk you took!"

   "I'm sorry, Erin." I replied.  "It just happened!"

   "Don -(TM)t be sorry!  Don -(TM)t you remember, silly?  I sent you off
with her!

   I crawled into bed nude, and Erin slipped in after me.  She rolled over
with her back to me and we cuddled up.  My hand was cupping her small
breast and my cock up against the smooth skin on the small of her back.  We
both succumbed to our fatigue and drifted off.

   Chapter 04

   When I awoke, Erin's hair was splayed across my chest and she was sound
asleep.  I lay there watching her.  She was not just adorable, she was more
than that.  Her face was crushed against my chest.  She was breathing
slowly and deeply - okay - she was snoring, but lightly.  Looking at her
objectively, she had a bad case of bed hair and she was drooling lightly on
my chest.  Why did I find her irresistibly gorgeous?  I didn't need to be
an intuitive genius to figure it out.  I had known this girl a few days and
I was falling in love with her.  She was younger than my daughters and I
wanted to make love to her.  I wanted to erase all doubt that might be in
her mind about whether I loved her or not.

   She rolled over with her back to me.  "I know you love me and you can
make love to me any time - anywhere - but not before you're ready." she
said sleepily.  She seemed to be reading my mind.

   I lay there quietly and when she was snoring lightly again, I rose,
dressed and started coffee and breakfast.  It was the smell of bacon frying
that brought her to the table.

   "Hi gorgeous." I said cheerfully.

   "You are weird!" She said rubbing her eyes sleepily.  "How can you think
my drooling face and bed hair is gorgeous?  Weird!  "

   "Well, you are gorgeous, and to me it doesn't matter whether you are
primped up or have bed hair."

   She shook head vigorously, her red hair shaking wildly, and laughed.

   "Let me get my camera and let's shoot some of you..."

   "You are weird...  I'm such a mess, I'll break your camera!" She
laughed.

   "No, I have pro model camera that's specially reinforced to take picture
of girls like you." I said scrunching up my face in mock distaste.

   She blew a raspberry at me and returned to eating her breakfast.  She
had a sultry, sexual look about her.  Wavy, tangled hair framing a small,
lightly freckled face.  It was amazing that she was comfortable enough with
me not to need to primp before sitting at the breakfast table.

   I hurried her breakfast and refused to let her do more than pull on
jeans and a tank top.  I led her back to the bench that Angela and I had
occupied the previous evening.  We passed through Angela's now abandoned
campsite on the way.  Erin gave me a smile that clearly said, "I have you
to myself now..."

   At the little grove I photographed her in the dappled morning light. 
The wild red hair, the obvious swell of her breasts under the tight tank
top.  She posed next to trees, knelt on the grass and lounged on the same
bench where Angela had given me so much pleasure.  Using available light
gave us interesting effects, but as the morning progressed the sunlight
grew stronger and the contrast grew too high, and we started to gather some
onlookers, making Erin grow less comfortable, so we called it a wrap and
returned to the RV.

   We spent a lazy that day by the lake.  We talked of our plans to move on
the next day.  We talked about another photo shoot in the evening.  I was
hoping for a nice sunset as a backdrop, but with the sunset backlighting my
model I knew I'd need supplemental lighting.  We discussed of how I would
hold my reflector in place when Erin was posing instead of assisting.  The
answer appeared late in the afternoon in the form of an adoring 17 year old
boy, Ross, who had attached himself to Erin down by the lake.  In spite of
his youth, Ross looked more mature.  He was slim, fit and carried himself
with a physical confidence, but he was shy around Erin.  When we had a
moment alone at lunch, I asked Erin if she thought Ross would mind playing
the photographer's assistant that evening.

   "Mind?" she laughed.  "Have you noticed him looking at me?"

   "No...  I guess I was looking at you too.  You're a bit of a distraction
in that bikini.  I wasn't paying much attention to him.  Was he leering at
you?"

   "No!" she said.  "He seems like a nice guy.  Let me ask him.  I think
he'll say yes..."

   "It sounds like we might have a willing assistant.  What do you think of
a bikini shoot?" I asked.  She grinned her agreement.

   "There's a nice spot with sand beach down the lake a ways." I suggested.
"If we're lucky, we'll have a little privacy, at least for awhile.  I'm
hoping we might get another pretty sunset in the background."

   We spent the rest of the afternoon swimming and dozing by the lake.  I
reminded Erin several times to put on more sun block.  I didn't want a
sunburned model, but even more, I enjoyed applying the lotion to her back.

   After Erin asked Ross to assist us with the photo shoot, I paid more
attention to him, and it was clear that he had finally noticed Erin's Dad.
He was respectful to me and completely awestruck by Erin.  At one point
Erin was lying on her tummy and untied the back of her bikini top.  Ross
visibly blushed and tried to keep his eyes off of her.  I was sure that
Erin was enticing him on purpose, and I wasn't sure of how attracted she
was to him.  I resolved to give them some space while I prepared dinner.

   "Ross, would you like to join us for dinner tonight?" I offered.  He
smiled, looked over to where his family was on the beach and then shook his
head.

   "Thanks, Mr.  Sutter, but my mother has already gone to start fixing
dinner..."

   I looked over to his family also and sure enough, his mother had left
his father and two sisters at the beach.  His older sister appeared to be
about Erin's age.  I watched them for a while and it was obvious that they
were watching Ross and Erin, most probably interested to see if Erin and
Ross were developing into an "item."

   "Your sisters are watching you, Ross..." I teased.  He blushed and Erin
shot me a reproving look.

   "They're just jealous because I have two such handsome men with me..."
Erin said, and Ross beamed.  I chuckled.

   "Well, you two enjoy the beach.  I'm going to follow your mother's
example and start getting dinner ready.  Can you meet us back at our RV
around 6:30?" I asked, looking at Ross.

   "Yes, Sir!" he responded enthusiastically.

   "Wear shorts or a swimming suit.  You may need to wade in the lake."

   He nodded and I returned to the RV to prepare dinner.  Erin returned
just in time to help put plates on the table and we sat down to eat.

   "This is the second cheese burger you've given me..." She winked at me.
"No regrets about buying a burger for that lost waif at the caf�(C)?"

   "Regrets?  None whatsoever.  She's an interesting little thing.  I think
she's good for a few more days of amusement..." I teased.

   "Amusement?" she pretended to be shocked.  "Is that all I am to you?  An
amusement?"

   "You're very lovely amusement..." I taunted her.

   "I'll accept that!" She said sounding triumphant.  "I heard you say
'love,' and that's all I care about."

   We laughed at the silliness.  I changed the topic and talked about my
plans for the shoot as we finished our cheeseburgers.  Erin wondered why it
was necessary to have Ross with the reflector.

   "The sunset behind you will be too bright, leaving you in shadow.  The
contrast will be too high.  We'll need to lighten you up." I explained.

   "Can't we just use the flash?" she asked

   I talked about my hopes for the special quality of light at sunset, how
I hoped it would glisten on the water.  I explained that the reflector
would shine that beautiful light on her too.  A flash on the other hand
would be a different color and warmth of light.  The pictures just wouldn't
be the same.

   "And the drops of water on me will glisten too..." Erin mused.  "Sounds
sexy."

   "Do you mind a little body oil?  It will cause any water on your body to
bead up and the light will glisten all over you."

   "Now that sounds even sexier!  Do you know anyone who might be willing
to rub it on me" she said enthusiastically and winked seductively.

   "I'm sure Ross would..."

   "Forget it!" she laughed.  "I want a professional to do it or I don't
pose!"

   "An ultimatum, huh?  Okay, I give in.  I'll do it, but only because I'm
being forced to..." I joked.  "But let's finish eating.  Ross'll be here
soon."

   She wolfed the last of her burger, chased it with iced tea, and jumped
up.

   "Done!  I'll be getting ready." and she dashed into the RV.

   I tried to be calmer and took a last moment chewing my burger.  When got
up and entered the RV, Erin had brushed her hair and stripped off her suit.
She was nude, sitting on the edge of the bed holding a bottle of
Coppertone.

   "An all over oiling?" I raised my eyebrows.  She nodded excitedly.  I
crossed to a small cabinet found a small brown bottle.  "Okay...  Let's use
this..."

   "What is it?" Erin asked with anticipation.

   "It's a natural skin moisturizer that Kathryn mixes up as a massage oil
in the winter, but it should make water bead up nicely." I held it out to
her.  Erin unscrewed the cap.

   "It smells like...  Chocolate!"

   "Cocoa butter - that's the chocolate scent - and coconut oil." I
explained.

   "Sounds yummy!" Erin giggled.  "Can I give you a massage?  This might
make you yummy enough to eat..."

   "Only if I can return the favor!"

   "You can start now!" she said and abruptly stood up, handing me the
bottle.

   I liberally began pouring the oil on my hands and started by spreading
it over her shoulders and down her back.  I worked quickly, lightly
massaging the oil into her buttocks and down the back of her legs.  She
turned to face me and I worked up her legs.  She sighed at my touch when I
reached her crotch.  Her arousal was obvious.  I couldn't resist brushing
her swollen labia lightly with my oily hands.  She shuddered and grasped my
hand, holding it in place for a moment.

   "Let's call it off and stay here..." She said urgently.  "I'll tell
Ross..."

   "No, let's stick with the plan.  I'll give you a real massage another
time."

   "Tonight?" she begged.

   "We'll see..." I said, and gave her pussy a small squeeze.

   I continued massaging the oil over her tummy.  Her abdominal muscles
clenched at my touch, revealing their firm definition under the thinnest
layer of fat.  Her nipples were already hard pearls when I reach then and
again I couldn't resist giving them special attention.  She pressed her
breasts to my hands.

   "He's here." She hissed quietly, with an undertone of resentment.  Was
it because of him or simply frustration that this pleasurable interlude had
to end?

   I finished her arms and turned to the sink to wash the oil off my hands
before picking up my camera.  I watched from the corner of my eye as she
sensually rubbed herself, evening out places that I had missed or oiled too
heavily in my rush.  There was a knock on the door, as she was pulling on
her bikini bottoms.

   "Be right there!" I called out.  Erin turn her back to me and I helped
her fasten her bikini top.  She was tucking a colorful beach towel around
her waist as I opened the RV door.  When Erin stepped out, and Ross' eyes
grew wide.  She was gorgeous.

   The clouds foretold a stunning sunset as we walked to the secluded
location that I had selected.  Since it was the middle of the week, the
campground was nearly empty.  When we arrived on location, we were alone
and had a reasonable expectation of not being bothered.  Erin was in her
new dark floral pattern bikini.  The light had softened since the
afternoon. Though Erin had spent some time on her hair, but she only had a
hair brush, not even a blow dryer.  She didn't have any makeup other than
the soft sheen of the cocoa butter and coconut oil concoction that I had
rubbed all over her.  Yet she looked like a glamour model ready for a
shoot.

   Before the sunset took on its full color, she stood knee deep in the
lake and Ross practiced using the reflector to create highlights in the
shadows caused by Erin being backlit by the growing sunset.  He got the
hang of it quickly.  Moreover he was thrilled to be there.  He was totally
focused on Erin and was unselfconsciously humming to himself.

   I snapped away, quietly and quickly giving directions to both Ross and
Erin.  Erin was almost an ideal model.  It wasn't long before she needed
virtually no direction.  With Ross so intent on her, I was able to focus
completely on the composition.  We were working as a great team.

   "We have to work quickly before the light fades." I cautioned

   The colors of the sunset were getting richer, and the light was
sparkling on the water.  We moved out to slightly deeper water, until it
was around the middle of Erin's calves.

   "Erin, can you splash yourself?  Let's get some of that light glistening
on you."

   "How's this?" she asked as she dropped to a squat and splashed water
over her shoulders.

   "Great!  More!  Keep the light reflecting on her, Ross."

   Erin took a step back and with a yelp slipped down to her shoulders. 
She had stepped off a ledge into deeper water, soaking herself and wetting
the ends of her hair.

   "Might as well get the rest of my hair wet." she said

   "Yeah, but come up out of the water slowly, and let me shoot a
sequence."

   She did it perfectly, and Ross kept the reflector on her.  We repeated
the sequence a couple of times, each time she emerged she managed to fling
the water out of her air, without getting my equipment wet, and keeping her
eyes wide open.  I knew from experience that I was catching great shots -
her hair swung out with a shining stream of water flying to her side.  The
sunset light, enhanced by Ross' reflector, glistened on the water that
beaded up on her body.  All was going exactly as I had hoped, though I was
beginning to think that I was repeating shots unnecessarily, but the sunset
was at its peak and Erin was having fun in the water.

   She went under one more time and this time emerged slowly, angled
slightest giving me a partial profile.  She was arching her head back so
the her hair flowed straight back down her back.  It wasn't until I had
taken several shots that I realized that she was topless.  I continued
shooting, but the light suddenly faded.  I looked up and realized that Ross
was no longer holding the reflector up, it dangled from his slack arms and
his mouth hung open.

   "Ross!  Get the reflector up!"

   "Huh?  Uh?  Oh!  Sorry!" he stammered.

   With the reflector up again, I moved closer, continuing to snap away. 
The drops of water beaded up quickly and her nipples were like large pink
pearls.

   "Come in closer and kneel in the shallow water." I ordered.  She walked
in closer and knelt, as I had requested.  She put her hands back on her
ankles, thrust out her chest and arched her back.  Moving around her, I
snapped off a couple of great shots.  She leaned forward, taking her hands
off her ankles and swept her dripping, dark red hair over the shoulder
facing me.  The hand still holding her bikini top dropped to her hip and
she hooked her thumb in her bikini bottom, next to the knot that tied them
at her hip.  She focused a sultry stare directly at the camera.  The
cooling air on her wet skin gave her goosebumps and I zoomed in tight, her
face and one breast filling the frame.  Paying special attention to the
lighting and focus, I could see the details of her skin texture and the
fine hairs on the goose bumps on her breasts.

   She untied one side of the bikini bottoms on the side facing me and
played with the tie from the back, letting the front drop, exposing her
bare hip.  I snapped a couple of last shots.

   "Okay, we've pushed it was far and a long as we should in a family
campground." I said.  "Besides, the light is failing us.  Cover up, Erin
and let's call it a wrap."

   She re-tied her bikini bottoms and held the top over her breasts.

   "Ross, will you do the back?" she asked, feigning innocence.

   "Okay..." he stammered in disbelief, handed me the reflector and waded
out to Erin.  Holding the reflector in one hand and my camera in the other,
I called to them.

   "Hey, let me get one of you together."

   Ross stood awkwardly next to Erin.  She muttered something to him, but I
only heard "...you goof..." Then she put one arm around him, pulling him
close, while holding her bikini top over her breasts with the other hand.
She wasn't successful at completely concealing her breasts, but at least
her nipples were covered.

   I snapped a couple of shots and continued shooting when Erin turned to
Ross stood on tiptoes and kissed him on the cheek.  He turned beet red.  I
snapped another and then she turned in a pirouette and presented her back
to the flustered boy.

   "Okay, tie me, Please!" she chirped.

   Ross fumbled with the bikini, but managed to tie it eventually.  He was
rewarded by an invitation from Erin to come back to the RV and see the
pictures on the computer.

   Once in the RV, Ross and I sat at the table by the laptop while Erin
shamelessly slipped out of her bikini, without attempting to hide her
nudity from poor Ross.  Admittedly, the interior of the RV didn't offer
much privacy, but she had invited him and now she was showing off for him!
Ross had a hard time pretending that he wasn't staring at her.  Erin knew
exactly what she was doing, giving Ross a show.  I couldn't help but wonder
what he thought of the show and why she was putting herself on display like
this.  She was completely nude when she stepped into the tiny bathroom for
a shower.

   Ross and I reviewed that evening's photographs.  He had a good eye for
light, and apologized for the spoiled shot when he had let down the
reflector.

   "Sorry about that one, Mr.  Sutter.  I wasn't expecting her too...  well
you know." he mumbled.

   "Hey!  I wasn't expecting her to surface topless either!" I assured him.
"But a photographer needs to be ready for anything and just keeps
shooting."

   "But your daughter getting nude like that...  That doesn't bother you?
and in front of me too!"

   "Ross, she's a grown woman now.  I couldn't tell her what to do anyway.
As a photographer, I shoot lots of nudes, so why not Erin?  Besides, You
have to admit, she has a great body!"

   "Oh, Mr.  S.  she has an awesome body."

   "Well, take some advice, Ross.  Don't be so serious and shy.  If you get
another chance, don't pretend not to be looking.  Just look!  She's worth
looking at, don't you think?"

   "Uh...  yeah...  she sure is!" he said looking at me in amazement.  I
didn't need to hear what he was thinking.  He thought I was the strangest
dad he'd ever met.  "Has she always been an..." He hesitated.

   "Exhibitionist?" I filled in for him.  "As far as I know, only around
me. She's been that way as long as I've...  As long as I can remember."

   "Mr.  S...  I'm in love with her!" He burst out, surprising me.

   "Ross, I suspect it's more infatuation at this stage, but if you think
you are...  talk to her." I responded.  "How many girlfriends you had?"

   "None..." he responded sheepishly.  "Never met anyone as nice as Erin,
or as beautiful."

   "Oh yeah you have.  You may not realize it but you have." He looked like
he was going to argue the point, but I continued.  "I agree, Erin is really
special.  I bet you just don't let girls know that you're interested."

   "How can I?  I mean, I get good grades.  I'm taking drama, so I can get
up onstage in front of lots of people and I'm okay.  I have a have a black
belt in aikido, and I teach classes after school, at the aikido dojo.  But
if I get around a girl, I get all tongue tied.  "

   "Ross, you've had positive successful experiences on school and all that
other stuff.  Now you need some successful experience with girls.  They'll
love ya!"

   "Yea, easy to say, Mr.  S." Ross lamented.

   "Well, son, Erin likes you, so practice on her!  Ask her to go for a
walk with you tonight.  I guarantee she'll say yes."

   Just then, Erin emerged from the shower.  Thankfully, she had a towel
wrapped around her chest and one around her hair.

   "You two getting along?" she asked.

   "Yup!" I responded.  We both watched as her hair towel dropped and as
she bent over to pick it up her other towel fell off.

   "Drat!" she exclaimed.

   I nudged Ross encouragingly

   "Don't worry.  We're enjoying the show!" he blurted out smiling at me.

   "Men!" she swore, but she was smiling and not attempting to cover up. 
Her wet red hair dark and shiny.  She put her hand on her hip to emphasize
her curves.  Her nipples had softened but her small, well formed tits stood
up pertly.  Nobody would have had to read his mind to know he was in awe.
Erin posed a fraction of a second longer.

   "Men!" she exclaimed again and turned around.  Ross and I smiled at each
other and then returned to admiring her firm ass and shapely back. 
Watching her dress was a treat as well.

   When she was dressed, I nudged Ross again and he cleared his throat.

   "Erin, want to go on a walk?" He asked.  She looked over his shoulder at
me and then back at Ross.

   "Sure!" she said brightly.

   "You bring her back before midnight!  Or I'll come looking for you!" I
said with a stern look at Ross.

   "Yes, Sir!" He replied and slipped out the door followed by Erin who
winked at me.

   I spent the remainder of the evening in FaceTime chat with Kathryn and
Lin.  They updated me about Naomi's progress.  Lin had gotten her to pose
nude, so I could see her growing tummy.  The baby was moving already and
Rachel was going to do an ultrasound in a couple of days, and we might know
if it was a girl or boy.  Kathryn had made no secret that she was hoping
for a boy.  We had fantasized that if it was a boy, then he would be
fostered with us and eventually Lin would adopt him.  Rachel had not been
thrilled about the idea.  Traditionally, male offspring of the Line of
Magdalene had been fostered and adopted into families ignorant of their
bloodline.

   Naomi had put pictures up on the web from our college shoot with my
daughters their friends.  It had been a fun shoot and Lin had already
scheduled another shoot at Kelci's father's place in Middleburg, the heart
of Virginia horse country.  I recalled that Kelci was the girl from the
equestrian shoot that I had dubbed 'Pixie,' and the thought of her stirred
a moment of arousal.  She was a slim, sexy little woman and I was sure she
would want an erotic session.  From Lin's description, it sounded like a
weekend photography theme party.

   "Did Allie ever mention her concerns about Lin and me?" I asked.

   "Concerns?" Kathryn asked.  "No...  What concerns?"

   "Well, she saw Lin kiss me back when we we visiting.  Then her friend,
Kelci, saw me come out of that tack room when we were preparing for that
shoot.  Trouble was, Kelci barged in before Lin got dressed.  Guess it was
pretty clear that Lin hadn't been dressed when I was alone with her." I
explained.  "Allie seems to have put two and two together and came up with
the wrong answer.  She asked me about it at the Mexican restaurant..."

   "Oh my God!" Lin exclaimed.  "She thinks we're having an affair!"

   "That explains why she was so quiet that evening!  What did you tell
her?" Kathryn asked.

   "Yes, she did think that Lin and I were having an affair.  I said we
weren't but basically told her to ask you, Kathryn."

   "Oh, great!  Leave me with the difficult explanations!" Kathryn said,
laughing, but sounding annoyed.

   "I told her that Lin as a dear friend of both of ours, but she wasn't
buying it from me.  I told her to ask you.  She'd only believe it from
you..." I quickly tried to explain.  "Anything I told her was going to
sound like a cover-up."

   "Just tell her the truth!" Lin suggested.  "Then we don't have to hide
anymore."

   "I think the twins need to 'catch' you two together!" I teased.  "Then
they won't be complaining about me!"

   "I think it's safer for me to call Allie and tell her that we are very
open and affectionate with Lin." Kathryn interjected.  "I'm not going to
tell my daughter that I'm a freaking lesbian or something just so she won't
worry about you two having an affair!"

   "I get your point, dear!  But, I think the correct term for you is
bi-sexual.  And I don't think kids nowadays think that's a big deal. 
Anyway, I'd have thought she'd have talked to you and you'd have reassured
her that everything is okay.  Do you want me to call her and talk about it?
I don't want her worrying..." I said calmly.

   "No...  No...  I'll talk to her.  I'll tell her that you two are never
alone long enough to do anything that I don't approve of.  I'll tell her
it's fine that you two are affectionate." Kathryn said with resignation in
her voice.

   "I still think the truth is best, but I leave it to you." I asked.

   "Me too!" Lin chimed in.  "We shouldn't hide."

   "Yeah, it's fine for you to say.  I don't really like the prospect of
explaining everything to my own daughters!" She responded.  "And then have
to explain you and Naomi and Erin.  And whomever else you attract!"

   "Like a graduate level course in the birds and the bees?" I tried to
make light of the situation.  To my surprise, both Kathryn and Lin chuckled
at the absurdity of the situation.

   "Make sure you call Naomi...  I know she'd like to hear from you."
Kathryn suggested.

   "I'll call tomorrow...  It's late tonight.  Does she know about Erin?" I
asked.

   "There are no secrets..." Kathryn replied.

   "She okay with it?"

   "I think she's jealous..." Lin interjected.

   "Oh, great...  I don't need that..." I moaned.

   "I think the right word is envious.  I don't think upset or angry.  Just
call her, it'll be fine." Kathryn clarified.

   After the call, I sat up drinking rum on the rocks.  I felt like a Dad
again, waiting for my daughter to come home from a date.  I wasn't jealous
of the time she was spending with Ross, in fact I had encouraged it, but it
was an odd feeling too, because I was looking forward to sleeping with her
when she got back.

   Around 10:30, I undressed, turned off all the lights except for a small
valance over the table and climbed in bed.  I lay there awake of a while
longer puzzling whether all these women were attaching themselves to my
life or whether I was just insinuating myself into their lives.  A
pointless philosophical line of thought that could only hold my attention
as a distraction from sleep.

   Voices outside the RV brought me awake again.  It was Erin and Ross
sitting at the picnic table, talking earnestly.  I stretched across the bed
and peered out the window..  They were so serious and so cute together.  I
rolled over and mentally tried to ignore their proximity - to give them
some privacy.

   I woke again when I heard the door open and close.  Erin entered quietly
and said nothing.  I heard her undressing and rolled over to watch her
before she got in bed.

   "Hey!  You're awake." she laughed, "Waiting up?"

   I nodded smiling at her as she bent over and wiggled out of her jeans.
The light was low, but the small valance gave off enough of a glow to make
the show titillating.

   "You two have a good time?" I asked.

   "I had a great time!  He's a surprising, thoughtful guy.  I'm pretty
lucky to meet two guys like you, especially after that creep Jack."

   "Don't let me get in the way..."

   "Oh hush!  You are mine.  At least until I have to give you back to
Kathryn.  Ross needs to deal with some things, but he's gonna make some
girl really happy."

   "Maybe you?"

   She kissed me and whispered, "Maybe..."

   "So tell me!  How did it go with him?  Did you do anything?" I asked,
trying sound genuinely interested and not project any sense of jealousy.

   "If we are supposed to take off tomorrow, we should get some sleep." she
suggested.

   "Don't try to change the subject!" I said, laughing.

   "We kissed.  It was sweet."

   "That's all?"

   "Well, I practically had to put his hand on my breast.  That's it."

   "You encouraged him to?"

   "You wanted him to gain confidence!  That's why you told him to ask me
to take a walk."

   "Huh?  All I meant was for him to get practice asking a girl out..." I
was puzzled.  " I didn't mean for you to do anything you didn't want to
do...  How did you know anyway?"

   "There's not a lot of privacy in an RV..." she said.  "And, believe me.
I didn't do anything that I didn't want to do.  I'm trying to deal with you
not being jealous..."

   "Don't worry about me being jealous.  I have no right to have
expectations of you." I laughed.  "I thought the shower was running when
Ross and I talked!  So you didn't go out with him because I told him that
you'd say yes?"

   "No...  I would have asked him if you didn't encourage him.  I like
him...  A lot." she said.  "And I wanted him to know how to read a girl's
signals.  So I spelled it out for him - clearly."

   "Oh?  How'd you do that?" I pressed.

   "I asked him about the shoot.  Asked what he liked best about it." she
responded and chuckled.  "The sweetie said he liked learning about
photography and light from you.  He liked the way the light of the sunset
played over me.  He went on like that - actually almost poetic and
definitely romantic.  I had to straight out ask him if he liked my body, if
he thought I was pretty."

   "He's painfully shy around girls, but I definitely know he's not gay."

   "Definitely not!" She laughed.

   For some reason the thought of Erin prompting Ross to explore her body
was arousing me vicariously, and there was no way that Erin could miss my
arousal.  My hardening cock was brushing against her downy patch of pubic
hair and her firm breasts were rubbing against mine.

   "Did he ever admit that he liked seeing you pose?"

   She laughed again, "It took a little pouting, but finally he admitted
that was really what he liked most.  I decided you were right that what he
needed was practice with girls, so I gave up on getting him to make the
first move.  I just kissed him."

   "Oh?  How's about showing me how you kissed him?"

   "The first one was like this..." and she kissed with a sweet little kiss
with puckered lips that lingered a couple of seconds.

   "Then I put my hand behind his head and kissed him like this..." and she
kissed me with her full mouth, her lips slightly parted and her tongue
probing.  The sensation was electric, as our first passionate kiss had
been. When she broke the kiss, we were both breathing heavily.

   "Only it wasn't quite so...  Amazing!" she whispered.  By this time we
in a full embrace with my legs entwined with hers.  My hard phallus was
pressed against her tummy.

   "What did you do next?" I asked between breaths.

   "I asked him if he liked it." she giggled.  "He nodded so I said, "Prove
it!  Kiss me again!  And he did.  I took his hand and guided it up under my
t-shirt like this..." and she put my hand on her breast.

   I completely forgot about her story at this point and kissed her without
any restraint.  My hands roamed over her breasts and back.  Her small hands
both found my cock and began stroking me lightly, with one hand on my balls
and the other wrapped around the shaft.  My tongue slipped between her lips
seeking hers.

   "Erin..." I panted, enjoying the feeling of her body against mine, "This
is too fast.  You need to give it a chance with Ross.  I would like to get
back on the road, but we can stay a few days, if you want to spend more
time with Ross."

   "Harrison, you are so sweet and so clueless.  You don't get it, do you?
I want to be with you." I started to interrupt, but she continued, "No, let
me finish.  I know you are married and older than me, but that doesn't mean
I can't love you in a special way.  One thing I know is that there is a lot
about loving you that I want to learn, and there so many things that I want
you to teach me."

   I couldn't resist the girl in front of me.  I was drawn to her and in
spite of my determination not to make love to her, I drew her into my arms.
I felt her soft breasts crush into my chest and my cock press against the
sensually smooth skin of her stomach.  We kissed yet again, and I felt that
aurora of love encircle us.  Every sensation, every emotion, that I felt
seemed to be reflected back and amplified.

   "This is amazing...  When I touch you, I feel so much more..." I held
her at arm's length and slowly the sensations faded.  I pulled her back
into an intimate embrace and the feeling of her warmth and love returned.
"It's like I feel your love and arousal amplified."

   "I feel it too!" she echoed and pressed me, "and what do feel coming
from me?"

   "An aching..." I trailed off.

   "Where's that ache?" she pushed.

   "It is in you..."

   "Where in me?" she asked, knowing the full well what the answer was.

   "You know darned well where...  won't let go will you?  You need me to
say it?" She nodded, and I relented.  "You ache for me to make love to you,
to fill you..."

   "You won't will you?" I could sense that she was disappointed, but she
understood.

   "Not yet.  If you give me time...  if you are still with me..."

   "I will be.  You're The One." I could hear Kathryn's emphasis on those
two words...  how odd.

   "Enough already!" I interrupted.  "I'll be The One for you, but you have
to let it go.  Give me time, and I promise to ask when we are both ready."

   She smiled agreement and drew me down into bed.  We lay there kissing
and without thinking, I found myself responding to her need to be touched.
I could feel the warmth radiate from her nipples when I caressed them.  I
felt her anticipation as my hand glided over her tummy.  I could feel her
need and let it guide my caresses and explorations of her body.  I was lost
in her growing arousal.  Before my fingers reached her pussy, I knew how
wet she would be.  I carefully avoided her clitoris and brushed my finger
down the length of her labia.  Near the base, I spread the lips.  I have
heard women gasp at the touch before, but I had never actually felt the
gasp, the cool air of the room touching the moist heat within.  It was
enough to make me gasp in unison.

   When my finger gently penetrated her, I knew her warmth, satisfaction
and something else...  not fear...  Concern?  She felt full.  She was so
tight!  My finger didn't encounter the tight little constriction that
Naomi's hymen had posed, but it was obvious to me that hymen was still
intact, and my finger filled her tight vaginal canal.

   "I feel so full, and I know your cock is bigger...  This feels
wonderful!" She said optimistically.  "My girlfriend said it hurt and bled
her first time."

   I slid my finger in and out, I felt as though I was sharing in her
pleasure.  I gently probed for her g-spot bringing her arousal up a notch.
I redirected my wet finger to her clit and she reacted with an electric
jolt of the first contact.  Sliding my finger back and forth from the wet
inner folds of her labia to her clit, it was soon as wet and swollen as she
felt it had ever been.  She was approaching the edge of her orgasm and I my
own arousal was growing equally.  It seemed like I could feel what gave her
the most pleasure and my fingers guided themselves.  I was so in tune with
her that it felt as though I shared her orgasm.  It was a new, highly
empathetic experience for me.  There were similarities to my own orgasms,
but there seemed to be differences too.  The build up to the orgasm and the
wind down were more gradual, and the actual orgasm was more sustained.  The
pleasure sensations seemed to washed over us in waves.  We both lay there
after breathing heavily.  When Erin recovered enough to begin to stroke my
cock, she lubricated the head with my pre-cum.  I put her hand on her pussy
and she quickly realized that she was producing more than enough
lubrication of her own, and she continued to stroke me with a hand wet with
her own juices.

   As the pleasurable sensations began to spread, radiating out from the
head of my cock, I heard Erin moan.  Again, it was as though we were caught
up within that spiraling loop of mutually shared pleasure.  This was what
making love was supposed to be like, but so rarely was.

   My cock was hard and swollen, the head red and bulging, leaking slick
drops of pre-cum.  One of her hands stroked up and down the full length of
my cock, gently caressing my balls at the end of the stroke.  The other
hand swirled around the head of my cock in a rotating motion.  The
sensations had a building impact.  I was going to cum.  I concentrated on
Erin's sensations.  She was feeding off my approaching orgasm, but there
was something else.  Wonder...  I opened my eyes and saw her staring at my
cock as she stroked it.  I could feel the pressure building and I reach
down with one hand to grasp the base of my cock, constrain the eruption and
build the pressure.  Erin began a one handed stroke and I could feel little
mini-orgasms as my cock jerked.  Erin was moaning and though my eyes were
closed, I knew precisely what she was seeing.  My orgasm built to a
crescendo and I released my grip at the based of my cock.  The back
pressure released a couple of long, white milky streams of cum, leaving
their trail from my navel to my chin.  I could see the hot fluid hit Erin's
lips and chin.  I sensed her joy and surprise and saw the sparkle in her
eyes when I opened my eyes again.

   "Whoa!  That was amazing!" She exclaimed.  "That was a lot!"

   I smiled lazily, and pulled here into a kiss, licking my own cum off her
lips and chin.  Then she gave a lot of attention to licking up the trail of
cum.  She licked up a pool on my left nipple and when she got to the head
of my cock, she turned, gave me a wink andkissed the head of my cock,
sucking up the pearl of cum there.  She then came back up to kiss me, but
when she got close, she opened her mouth to show me the pool of cum she had
collected.  She then made a show of swallowing it and nestled her head into
the crook of my neck.

   "Hhhhmmm....  That was pretty wonderful," I whispered.  "Did you like my
cum?"

   "Oohhh...  Yes!  I love it!  Can I have more?" she asked.  "I loved the
cum, and I loved your orgasm."

   "I will tell you this, that was a unique experience.  I felt like I was
in your body - in your orgasm.  And the way you touched me, it was like you
knew my body as well as I do!" I said quietly.  "What's going on?"

   "I don't know...  You tell me.  Isn't making love always like that?" She
said.

   "It definitely always should be like that..." I whispered and drew her
close.  She nestled closer and almost purred.

   I felt an intense drowsiness roll over me.  She rolled over with her
back to me, my cock nestled in the crack of her ass, and my hand cupping
her breast.  The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was, "I love you."

   Erin's scream woke me in the night with a start.  She lay next to me
shivering in the warm evening, and seeming to struggle against an unseen
foe.  At first I thought she was ill, but realized that it was a nightmare.
Gently I rubbed her back and neck until she woke, breathing heavily.

   "It's okay love." I whispered.  "It's only a dream."

   She stilled and lay quietly until her breathing calmed.

   "Yeah....  nightmare." She said in a shaken voice.

   I hugged her close and she fell back to sleep.



   Chapter 05

   The next morning Erin's movement woke me early, just before dawn.  With
the sensual feeling of her bare skin against mine, I snuggled her close. 
Holding her close, I was already drifting off to sleep when she wiggled
free.

   "Wake up sleepyhead!" she shook my shoulder.  "We're on the road today!"

   "Crazy teenager...  My daughters never woke me up!  Trying role-reversal
one me?  It isn't gonna work!" I muttered and rolled over to go back to
sleep.

   I must have only been asleep for a minute when I woke again to the sound
of the coffee grinder.  I realized she really was serious about getting up
early.  I wanted to go back to sleep, but Erin was up to something and
curiosity got the best of my intention to fall back to sleep.  I dragged
myself out of bed, and dressed sleepily.

   Erin was busy in the kitchen, so I muttered good morning to her and went
outside to stay out of the way of her effervescent good mood.  It was still
dark and the chill air brought me fully awake.  Finding myself outdoors, I
started cleaning up the campsite.  My father had always emphasized leaving
a campsite clean.  He called it 'policing the campsite. -(TM)

   "You're still living in there, Dad!" I said, tapping my forehead.  I
chuckled to find myself carrying on his heritage.  He would have been
pleased to know that, but he never would have understood my relationship
with women - not that I fully understand it.  He certainly would not have
understood Kathryn's relationship with Lin.

   I was taking down the little used tent and still musing about my father,
when Erin came out of the RV with two mugs of coffee.

   I paused to look at her and take 'mental photograph' to store away in my
memories.  I wanted to remember her just as she was that morning.  I knew
that the sight I was seeing was not one that I could capture with my
camera. Sure, the pre-dawn light was still dim and the girl seemed to glow.
More than just a beautiful girl, I was seeing was a girl that I loved and I
knew that cast her in special light of her own.  As she came closer, I
could see my love reflected in her eyes.  Her hair framed her face, which
was lit up by a contented smile and sparkling green eyes.  She was wearing
plaid boxer-style shorts with the waistband rolled down and a tight, white
spaghetti strap top with a low cut neckline.  That outfit probably wasn't
right for the morning's chill air, but she wasn't shivering.  She broke my
reverie when she handed me a mug and took my free hand in hers.

   "Let's walk." was all she said.

   I didn't question her or even speak.  I followed.  She led me down a
path back to the little cove where we had had our shoot the night before.

   "I missed the sunset last night.  It's really a beautiful spot." She
sighed.

   "None of us were really paying full attention to the sunset.  You made
it unforgettable..." I responded quietly and sipped my coffee.  "Do you
want to stay another day and enjoy the sunset tonight?  The dawn is pretty,
but it's not as spectacular as the sun setting over the water."

   She slipped her arm around my waist and we stood there silently for a
moment sipping our coffee.

   "No.  I have a feeling there'll be other beautiful sunsets.  I just
wanted to see this spot with you...  Alone."

   I turned a quarter turn towards her, tilted my head down and kissed her.
We stood there sipping the last of our coffee in affectionate,
companionable silence, listening to the sound of the water lapping on the
shore - one could hardly call them waves - and the birds waking up.  It was
a memorable moment.

   "Did you show the photos to Kathryn last night?" She asked.

   "No." I murmured.  "I didn't get around to uploading them.  But, I know
she'll love them!" I felt her tense up slightly.

   "Are you sure that Kathryn doesn't mind our...  relationship?" She
asked.

   "Don't worry, about that." I reassured her.  "Kathryn and I have a
special relationship.  She's not jealous of you."

   "Is that because of you letting her have a relationship with Lin?"

   "What about her relationship with Lin?" I was puzzled.

   "They're lovers, aren't they?" She asked

   "Well, yes...  Did they tell you?  Did I mention it?"

   "No...  I guess I just knew...  Maybe from their body language when I
saw them on the webcam?" She sounded nervous, so I smiled reassuringly.

   "You're Lin's lover too...  Aren't you?" She asked still sounding
nervous.

   "Wow..." I smiled and expressed surprise.  "There you are wrong.  Lin is
gay."

   "Oh wow!  That's an interesting wrinkle."

   "We are friends.  You could say affectionate friends is all." I asked.
"Does that bother you?"

   "No!  My generations is cool with that," she hesitated.  "Do they know
that I'm not..."

   "Lesbian?  Bi-sexual?" I filled in and she nodded.  "It never came up,
but don't worry.  It's not a household requirement."

   "Kathryn won't expect to...  you know?" She hinted at her concern.  I
tried to stay as serious as she was being.

   "Don't worry about it, sweetheart." I reassured.  "She would never want
you to do anything that makes you the slightest big uncomfortable.  That's
just not the way she is.  Okay?  Now Lin's another matter.  You might have
to fight her off!"

   "Okay..." she responded meekly, and was obviously thinking.  "I don't
want to ruin your relationships with Kathryn.  I know can learn..."

   "Learn?" I asked puzzled.

   "To love her too..." again she paused.  "To love her as...  Lovers."

   "You don't have to do that!" I reassured

   "But I will, if it comes to that, I will.  I can learn!  I don't want to
lose you..." She blurted out.

   I just hugged her close, and we stood there silently together in the
growing dawn light.

   She squeezed my hand and smiled up at me, silently mouthing the words,
"I love you." I drew her close to me and kissed her.

   We lingered a moment longer, but the sounds of the campground waking up
began to intrude on our perfect moment.  Erin gave an almost imperceptible
tug on my waist and we turned back on the path to our campsite.

   I took down the tent, with Erin's help rolling it up.  Once we had it
stored, Erin climbed into the passenger seat next to me and we pulled out.
I was eager to get back on the road.  I sensed the same excitement in Erin.
We weren't far from our campsite when I pointed out Ross eating breakfast
at a camp table with his family.  We stopped and I encouraged Erin to get
out to say goodbye to Ross.

   From my seat in the RV, I could Ross blushing as Erin kissed him, with
his sisters and parents watching.  Ross was clearly embarrassed, and
extricated himself from her embrace.  He seemed to introduce her to his
family and was obviously nervous, shifting from foot to foot uneasily as
Erin talked to one of his sisters.  He walked slowly towards me with his
shoulders slumped, RV while Erin continued to chat with his family.

   "Why so blue, Ross?  You're not losing her!" I said, preempting his
goodbye.

   "Not losing her?  I haven't got her to lose." He said, trying to sound
mature and stoical.  "Last night she said I needed to date other girls. 
That's like the end of something that barely started.  Besides, how can I
compete with her boyfriend?"

   I glanced up, Erin was still chatting.  Was she purposely giving us time
for this conversation?

   "What all did she say, Ross?"

   "Just that she had a boyfriend.  She loves him a lot and she said that I
should date other girls."

   "Look, Ross, you want some advice?" He nodded sullenly.  "Don't give up
easily.  I know this boyfriend she referred to won't last forever, and I
know you've already got her liking you a lot, so build on that.  She'll
respect self-confidence and persistence.  Be a friend, and take her advice
to date other girls.  Tell her all about it, but let her know you're more
interested in her - if you still are!  You have her cell phone number,
don't you?" He nodded again.  "I'm sure she won't be jealous and if this
current boyfriend doesn't last, she'll remember you.  Where are you from,
anyway?"

   "Maryland...  Outside DC..." he answered.

   "Not far from us..." I said encouragingly.

   "Yeah, Takoma Park.  Erin said you're in Arlington.  She said she's
switching to a new high school in Arlington for her senior year." he added.

   "So, there you have it.  You can see her again easily, if you want." I
said, wondering what was up with the idea of her senior year in Arlington.
I supposed she was planning on her Dad refusing to take her back.

   He looked me in the eyes.  "Yeah, I want...  But I don't get it." he
said flatly.

   "What don't you get, Ross?"

   "Why you're so encouraging to me?"

   "Hmmm...  You're a good guy and because Erin likes you.  She's really
important to me.  I want her to be happy, and I think you'd be good for
her. What did she tell you about her boyfriend?"

   "Not much.  Just that she has a boyfriend.  She got all sentimental and
quiet when it came up.  I think she loves him a lot.  I don't stand a
chance!" Ross moaned.

   "Don't let that put you off.  I know it won't last.  He's not right for
her in the long run.  She just needs time to work through it with him."

   "You think I got a chance?"

   "Better than just a chance, if you want it..."

   "You're a pretty strange Dad...  Most Dads would be trying to chase guys
away from their little girl!" He forced a laugh.

   I laughed too, only my laugh was genuine.  "Ross, I hope you know better
than to call her a 'little girl' in front of her.  You're not blind and
you've seen everything she has to show.  She's not a little girl
anymore..."

   Ross blushed again and grinned.  "Another reason you're not a normal
dad! How many Dad's let virtual strangers see their daughter like that?"

   "She's a part time model, dude." I said to partially clarify.

   At that moment Erin turned and started walking back to the RV.

   "Kiss her goodbye!  Take the initiative, man!" I whispered.

   Ross turned just as Erin approached.  He took a step toward her and
pulled her into his arms.  I could see his sisters smiling as he kissed
her. When the kiss broke, Erin was smiling and I heard his sisters
clapping, so I joined in.

   When we got back in the RV.  Erin grilled me about my conversation with
Ross.

   "Did you tell him that you're not my Dad?" She asked with disbelief.

   "No, I didn't!  What makes you think I did?"

   "You two were talking so seriously.  Then he seemed so defeated for a
while, and finally he was so happy and kissed me like that." She explained.
"I couldn't figure what the heck was going on!"

   "I didn't say I was you Dad, but I didn't contradict his impression that
I am.  We talked about your 'boyfriend,' he felt defeated.  I encouraged
him to be persistent." I explained.  "Don't worry, I expect he'll call."

   "Why would I be worried?  I have a great lover pushing me to get a
boyfriend." She smiled and paused for a fraction of a second and then
started laughing.  "On second thought, that's pretty weird, huh?  Don't you
love me?"

   Erin stopped laughing and seemed suddenly somber as we waited for a
rusty red pickup to move before we pulled the RV out of the campground. 
She sat quietly shuffling through the songs on my iPhone.  She settled on
"The Woman in Me" by Shania Twain, and her good spirits seemed to bounce
back to her former good mood.

   Long distance driving with Erin was going to be a pleasure.  She didn't
complain about being confined on the road.  She tried reading for a while
in the back of the RV, laying on the bed, but mostly she sat up front with
me and sang along with the country songs on the iPhone.

   "Who is this?" She asked.

   "It's Chip Taylor and Carrie Rodriguez." I answered.  "He's written a
lot of songs, and he's been writing forever...  Ever hear of one called
'Wild Thing?"

   "Wild thing!  I think I love you..." she sang.  "That one?" I laughed
without taking my eyes off the road.

   "Close.  Right tune, off on the words a little...  It's more like ... 
Wild thing, You make my heart sing, you make everything groovy..." I sang
enthusiastically and broke down laughing.

   "He's gone sorta country since then..." she was laughing too.

   "Yeah...  I suspect that's partly Carrie's influence on the music." I
was still laughing.  "You know he's a lot older than she is?"

   "Really?  Hmmmm..." she smiled.  It was clear that she had something on
her mind.

   "We could do it too!  You could learn some of his parts!  We could sing
duets!" She burst out with teenage enthusiasm.  "We'd make a make a good
team."

   "Me sing?  A duet?  Heck, girl, my singing voice should be licensed as a
lethal weapon!" I joshed.

   "You can carry a tune, and you have gravelly, seductive voice. 
Character...  You're voice has character.  So what if you're not one of the
three tenors?" she encouraged me.

   We argued good-naturedly about it for the rest of the morning.  It was
an argument that I knew that I was losing.  The only way out was to try it.
She had played violin in the high school orchestra and had picked up the
guitar on her own, but her uncanny ability to learn lyrics and melodies
seemed to be a gift she was born with.  She could learn a complicated
lyrics just by listening to a song a couple of times.  It wasn't just
mimicry, the songs quickly became her own, as she made adaptations to
singing them without accompaniment and to suit her voice.  The slight twang
to her voice was natural, and suited her preference for country music.

   When I discovered that she played guitar, I convinced her that we should
stop in the next big town to pick up a guitar.  Having a guitar would
broaden the range of songs that she could entertain me with, I thought
selfishly.  There are a limited number of songs that one can sing a
cappella.  I wanted to buy her a violin too, but she complained strenuously
about the cost and I didn't want to force it on her.

   We stopped for a late lunch in Columbus and found a little music store
that had a selection of inexpensive guitars.  Alan, the grizzled old hippie
that owned the store made a point of introducing himself and offering his
assistance.  When he heard Erin trying out guitars, it was clear that he
was entranced by Erin's self-taught style.  We could have spent the
afternoon sitting on well worn wooden stools in the corner of his shop just
trying out different guitars.  Little riffs turned into whole songs and
Alan sharing his techniques.  Nonetheless, he failed to convince Erin to
buy a really nice Gibson acoustic guitar, and instead she went for a much
less expensive, new Alvarez nylon string guitar.  She insisted that her
playing wasn't good enough for such a really expensive instrument and that
she could never afford to pay me back.  I didn't try to argue with her
because I could see her resolve in the set of her jaw, but he persisted,
even offering a deep discount that must have been close to his cost.  Erin
resisted still, saying that we were on a road trip and she'd only be using
it for sing-a-longs around the campfire.  Alan gave up trying to convince,
coming to the realization that her mind was made up, and led us over to the
computer on his sales counter.

   "Email me when she gets her recording contract.  I want to be able to
say I sold her a guitar!" He chuckled, handing me a business card.  I
fished around in my pocket and offered him one of mine.

   "A photographer, huh?" he commented and I nodded.  "What sort?"

   "Travel, portraits, glamour...  That sort of stuff..." I responded.  He
was already typing in the address of my website from my business card.

   Alan whistled a long low note.  "Nice work!  You certainly have some
nice work here..." I thanked him and we headed for the door.  On the way
out, I noticed the autographed promotional photos of recording artists on
the wall that I had not remarked on earlier.  Each photo had a message
thanking Alan for something or other.  I stopped at the door.

   "Alan, Let's get a picture of you with Erin McGuinn - before she becomes
famous!" I suggested.

   He laughed and picked up a Yamaha he had been trying to sell to Erin. 
They sat down, and after some good humored muttering between them, they
launched into raucous rendition of 'Wild Thing,' which made it hard for me
to keep from laughing as I took the promised photo.  I got several good
shots, but in the end I was just laughing too hard to keep shooting.  We
were in great spirits, when we left the shop.  I mused on how old hippies
could have solid commercial savvy and be a lot of fun too.

   We had couple of hours to drive west of Columbus.  I had chosen a small
family campground as our destination for the night.  On the way, we stopped
at a bakery for fresh bread and a grocery in a nearby town to pick up cold
beer and the fixings for cold sandwiches.  We figured we'd be arriving too
late to cook.

   When we arrived at the campground, the sun had faded and a long, warm
summer evening had started.  It didn't take long to settle in because we
didn't bother setting up the tent.  Without any specific discussion on the
topic, we decided to give up the Daddy/Daughter charade.  We were lovers
and didn't really care what others would think.  I had enjoyed the sex with
Angela, but I was looking forward to spending time with Erin.

   We ate our sandwiches at the picnic table, washing them down with cool
beer straight from long neck bottles.  It felt great to have such a close,
comfortable relationship with Erin.  I felt like we were on the same
wavelength and didn't always need to talk to be happy in each other's
company.  I was content just to know she was happy.

   The minute she had finished her sandwich, she grabbed her new guitar
with the excited air of a child with a new toy on Christmas morning.  She
started hesitantly, but soon she was humming and playing confidently.  I
went into the RV for a beer and when I returned Erin started strumming hard
and I joined singing "Wild thing." We were preoccupied with our own
laughter and when we looked up, we saw the family in the campsite next to
ours watching us with obvious amusement.  Erin smiled at me and launched
into "Puff the Magic Dragon." I smiled at the neighboring family and seeing
the fascination of their kids, I motioned them over to join us.  Erin
continued playing songs that were either familiar to the kids or generally
fun for the mixed group that was gathering.  She was a magnet.  She seemed
both genuinely surprised and at ease with being the center of attention.

   I was sure that it wasn't just her music that attracted other campers.
She was wearing a bikini top and blue jeans and there was no denying it,
she was gorgeous.  Whether people were coming to join in to the music, or
just to be near Erin, I didn't wasn't jealous of the attention she was
getting.  I was proud of her.

   We didn't flaunt our relationship or put on public displays of
affection, we didn't try hide it from anyone who might be watching.  I
didn't need to be a psychic to figure that some people would be offended by
what they assumed of our relationship because of our age difference.  More
often I could sense the envy of other guys who wished they were in my
place. I suspected it wasn't just guys who were envious.  I knew how lucky
I was.  I vowed to myself to let her know how much I adored her, while not
holding her so tight that she would feel confined and want to escape.

   She continually managed to astonish me with the songs that she knew.  I
couldn't take my eyes off of her.  She had us all singing Dylan's "Blowin
in the wind," and I noticed that she seemed tired.  Halfway through the
song, she stopped singing and let the rest of us to finish the song as she
continued playing the guitar.  Without her leading, the song didn't so much
end as it fizzled out.  Smiling wanly, she put down the guitar and mumbled
some apologies.

   "Are you okay, darling?" I asked quietly.

   "Yeah...  Just tired..." She responded.

   I turned to the other campers, "Sorry, Friends, looks like our songbird
is worn out.  It's been a long day.  Hope you'll excuse us if we turn in
early."

   Looking pale, Erin forced a smile and gave a little wave to the group.
"Thanks for joining us tonight.  I enjoyed singing with you."

   Back in the RV I quizzed her.  "Hey, are you really okay?  You seemed
from full throttle to full stop in no time..."

   "I'm just tired.  Like you said, it's been a long day.  A long couple of
days actually." She said.

   "You went so pale...  and so suddenly." I was honestly concerned.  "It
looked like you were getting really sick, or you'd seen a ghost!"

   "It felt like seeing a ghost," she said, "but I'm already feeling
better. Can I just take a shower?"

   "Sure, baby.  I'll take mine after you." I smiled.

   While I was waiting, I started uploading the photos from Erin's shoot
the previous night and the photos from the Alan's shop.  While was waiting,
I checked my cell phone and noticed that I had a half dozen missed calls
from home, and it struck me that I hadn't called Naomi.  I dialed but got
Rachel's voice on their voicemail.  I left a short message inquiring about
our baby's progress, and then dialed home.  Kathryn answered on the first
ring.

   "Hey, sweetheart!  How are Naomi and my baby doing?  Did they do the
ultrasound?" I asked immediately.

   "Hello, husband of mine.  I love you too!" Kathryn responded, with mock
annoyance.

   "I'm sorry, lover." I apologized with great chagrin.  "I ..."

   "It's a girl!" she interrupted with excitement.  "I've been trying to
call all evening!  Check your email, Daddy.  Naomi sent us a link to the
ultrasound images!"

   "A girl?  Naomi and Rachel must thrilled!" I practically shouted at
Kathryn.  "That is so great for them!  Are you disappointed that it's not a
boy?"

   "No, it's what Naomi wanted.  It's what they want for the Line." She
responded and I could tell she was thrilled too.

   Lin was out with Michelle from the music store taking in a movie
together.

   "Did you check the rating?  Are you sure it's not an adult film?" I
asked jokingly and Kathryn laughed.

   "No, we watch those at home!" she giggled.  "Together!"

   "Hmmm...  Lesbian love fests?" I taunted her.

   "Michelle isn't interested in guy-equipment, Darling." She shot back. 
"And before you ask, I miss your equipment!  But if you have Erin, I think
it's only fair that I..."

   "More than fair, Sweetheart!" I interrupted.  "I am one lucky guy, and I
know it.  So what movie did they go to?"

   "I think it was one of those Harry Potter movies." she answered.  "How
is your little runaway doing?"

   I went on to tell her about Erin's new guitar, her singing, and the way
she suddenly wilted.  Kathryn was concerned.

   "Have you been feeding her right?" she asked, and I assured her that I
was.

   "She's not on her period is she?" And I told her I thought not.  Kathryn
questioned me further, obviously not confident that I was taking suitable
care of Erin.

   "When she gets out of the shower, give her a glass of warm milk and put
her to bed.  And let her just sleep!  Keep an eye on her.  Okay?" She
ordered.

   "Yes, Nurse Kathryn." I responded.  "Do you want to come nurse her?"

   "I would love to, but Naomi, Lin and I are going to the cabin for a
couple of days, while Naomi still feels like hiking and roughing it.  She's
been bugging us to go up there since before you left.  Besides, I don't
think that Erin is interested in that kind of 'nursing,' is she?"

   "No, she's straight.  Sorry, darling!  She wants to meet you and Lin,
but she is worried that you won't let her stay if she doesn't join you. 
She's breaking out of her shell, but she's had a pretty straight
upbringing..." I explained.

   "I hope you have set her mind at ease!  Naomi gave me a lot of freedom
that night at Rachel's house, but since then Lin and I respect her
preferences...  She's affectionate with us, but she still doesn't join us
in bed...  At least not without you there..." Kathryn chuckled.  "Hold it!
Did you say she wants to stay with us?"

   "Yeah..." I replied.  "Sort of like, Look what followed me home, can I
keep her?"

   Kathryn laughed.  "It'll be like having another daughter..."

   I laughed, "Uh...  Not quite!"

   Just then Erin emerged from the shower, still drying herself with one
towel and her wet hair wrapped in another.

   "God that feels good!  You should..." Erin stopped in mid-sentence. 
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you were on the phone!"

   "Just a sec.  We're almost done.." I said to Erin, and returned to my
conversation with Kathryn.  I found it hard to concentrate with a wet,
naked, beautiful girl in such close proximity.

   "She's fresh out of the shower, isn't she?" Kathryn deduced.

   "Hmmm...  Yes..." I responded, watching Erin lean towards me to dry her
legs.

   "Nude?" Kathryn asked.

   "Well, toweling off" I said, as Erin rubbed the towel slowly over
breasts.  It occurred to me that this was a show, and I was enjoying it.

   "Sounds like you're finding it hard to concentrate...  I bet that's not
the only thing that's hard..." she teased.

   "You're right on both scores..." I replied.

   Erin was stretching to dry her back.  It was obvious that she was
feeling better and knew exactly was she was doing.  She draped the wet
towel over the chair, loosened the one wrapped around her hair and rubbed
her hair vigorously.  I sat silently as she leaned over me and shook her
damp hair out.  I inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh scent of her shampoo.
She winked at me.

   "Hello?" Kathryn practically shouted.  "Having fun there?"

   "Uh...  Well, Erin is...  Behaving badly!" I blurted out.

   "I'm a good girl!" Erin shrieked a high pitched objection.  Kathryn
obviously heard her and started laughing.

   "What's she doing that's so bad?" Kathryn pressed.

   "She's shaking her wet hair on me, for starters!" I joked.

   "Sounds like you'd like that!" Kathryn said.

   "She's a very bad girl..." I teased, sticking my tongue out at Erin.

   "Hmmm...  Do you think you might have to spank her like you do Lin?"

   "You're right, I might have to spank her..." I said in a fake, overly
serious tone.

   "Hey!  No fair!" Erin protested.  "Give me the phone so I can defend
myself!"

   Laughing I handed the phone to Erin, who promptly sat down on my lap.

   "Hi Kathryn!  ...  Yeah, I'm fine now.  ...  No, it was just a funny
feeling.  ...  Huh? ...  No, it really went away as soon as got in the
shower.  ...  Uh, Yeah...  Like what?  ...Oh, okay...  I'd like that!  ...
Okay, I'll tell him." She turned to me.  "Kathryn says you have to take me
out for a big steak with all the trimmings and strawberry cheesecake for
dessert."

   She had a huge grin in her face.  I grabbed the phone and pushed the
speakerphone button.

   "Can you hear me, Kathryn?" I asked loudly.

   "You don't have to shout!" She responded.  "You two need a mediator!  I
told Erin that you should take her out for a big diner, and her steak
dinner idea is fine just make sure that there's a good veggie on the side,
I also said you have to stop letting her drink beer."

   Erin let out a disappointed sigh and settled her warm naked body against
me.

   "How's about wine?" I asked and heard Kathryn laughed and said that wine
was out too.

   "Then how the heck am I supposed to get her drunk and take advantage of
her?" I asked plaintively.  Both Erin and Kathryn laughed with me.

   "Oh.  I don't think you have a problem on that score!" Kathryn said, and
then changed the subject.  "Harrison, have you taken any photos on this
Road Trip, or are you just fooling around?"

   "Oh!  Can we look at the photos, Harrison?" Erin interrupted.

   "So there are photos?" Kathryn asked.

   "They're on the server.  I put them in the upload folder for Naomi to
deal with." I instructed.  Meanwhile I started viewing them on my laptop.

   "Oh my god, Harrison!" Kathryn enthused.  "These are great.  The
lighting and the sunset are perfect!  Erin!  You are gorgeous, darling!  I
love the way the water beaded up in you!"

   "Uh...  Thanks, Kathryn." Erin responded shyly.

   "How did you make the water bead up on you like that?" Kathryn asked.

   "Harrison did it.  He rubbed your cocoa butter and coconut massage oil
all over me." Erin answered.

   "I'm sure he was completely professional about it!" Kathryn said.  I
could hear the teasing tone in her voice, but I wasn't sure that Erin would
pick-up on it.

   "Yes, Ma'am, it was..." she sounded a little uncertain of whether
Kathryn was jealous or not.

   "Oh!  Delightful, the topless ones are great!  Did he make you do that?"
Kathryn asked in a seductive tone.

   "No...  It was my idea..." Erin replied, I could tell that Kathryn had
her completely confused.

   "Well, it was a splendid idea and very sensual too.  I'm looking at one
close-up, there are glistening drops all over you shining like diamonds,
and the effect the cool air had on your perfect breasts..." Kathryn sighed.

   Erin looked stunned by all the flattery and at a loss for words.

   "Gosh...  Thanks!" was all she could say.

   "Who's the guy?" Kathryn sounded suggestive with her question.

   "That's Ross.  He's just a friend we met at the campground.  He's from
Maryland." Erin preempted the next obvious question and we all laughed.

   "Cute friend!" Kathryn taunted.  "major hunk!"

   "Cougar alert!" I shouted out.

   Erin pretended not to have heard and continued looking at the results of
our photo shoot.

   "Kathryn, Erin's been thinking of spending her senior year in high
school in Arlington." I mentioned, thinking of my conversation with Ross.
Erin shot me a quizzical look.

   "That's so exciting!  We'd love to have you stay with us, Erin!" Kathryn
gushed.  "We'd have so much fun!"

   Erin looked panicked.  I clearly hadn't thought how either Kathryn or
Erin would react to the topic.

   "You're eighteen, so you wouldn't need your father's permission, would
you?" Kathryn asked, clearly planning and not expecting answers.  "But I am
sure we could explain to him and get him to give his blessing.  That would
make it easier with the school registration."

   "I don't think he cares." Erin stated.

   "You leave him to me." Kathryn said confidently.  "He'll come around. 
But it doesn't matter.  You're a grown woman.  You can do what you want!"

   "I am sure she will do exactly what she wants." I added.

   "It will be nice having you there.  It'll be like having a daughter at
home again!" Kathryn said, still excited by the prospect.

   "Okay, now this is officially weird!" Erin blurted out.

   "Why?" I asked, concerned at her tone.

   "Like, here I am, sitting on my new Dad's lap, talking to my new Mom
about high school..." she elaborated.  "Getting complimented about my
pictures...  It's all sort of hard to believe!"

   "What do you see as being odd?" Kathryn giggled.  "The fact that we're
talking about Ross, or the fact that you're nude while you sit on your new
Dad's lap?"

   Erin let out a gasp and startled at the mention of being nude.  I
grasped her waist, holding her down on my lap.

   "How did you know?  Is that webcam on?" She asked.

   "How do I know you are nude?  No, the web cam's not on, but I like that
idea.  I know just my husband...  Your new Dad!" Kathryn chuckled.

   "You're not mad?"

   "Heck no!" Kathryn sounded like she'd been into my stash of rum, but I
knew that voice.  She got a huskier, lower voice when she was aroused. 
"How's she feel on your lap, Harrison?"

   "Good, Darling...  very good..." and I slid my hands up from her waist
to cup her small breasts.  Erin inhaled sharply at my touch.  Supporting
one her breasts in each of my hands, I lightly stroked her areola with my
finger tips, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

   "It sounds like it's feeling pretty good for Erin too." Kathryn purred
over the speakerphone.  "Do you like what he's doing, Darling?"

   "Oh..  yes!  I do!" Erin responded breathily.

   "Tell me what he's doing, it sounds so delightful..." Kathryn urged.

   "He's touching...  fondling...  ooohh...  doing things with my
nipples..." she gasped.  "Oh jeez..."

   "What now, Sweetie?" the excitement in Kathryn's voice was palpable.

   "Oh please...  is this okay?  You ...  don't mind?  He's rubbing my
tummy now..  and down..." she could barely control herself.  "Is it
awright? He's touching...  oh god..."

   "Erin, Darling, if you want him to, then it's alright with me...  just
enjoy it, but tell him to stop if you want him to."

   "Oh no!  I never...  want him to stop...  he can do...  anything he
wants...  if it's okay with you..." Erin was getting fully aroused as my
fingertips explored her labia.  "Are you sure..."

   "Yes, sweetie!  Enjoy it.  Just don't try to steal him!"

   "Oh..  god...  never...  he loves you too...  much..." Erin promised.

   "Good...  Now tell me what he's doing..." Kathryn persisted.

   "He has...  a finger...  in me..." and she was breathing heavily.

   "Where does he have his finger, baby?" Kathryn pressed.

   "In me...  In my...  my pussy..." Erin said in a childlike voice.  "Is
that...  okay?"

   "Oh, yes, darling!  If you like it, then it's wonderful!" Kathryn had
that tone of complete arousal that I knew so well.

   "I love it!" Erin responded.  "it feels so wonder...mmmfff" I
interrupted her by pulling my finger out of her pussy and putting it into
her mouth.  She immediately began sucking eagerly.

   "What's happening there, baby?" Kathryn asked, and I took my finger out
of Erin's mouth.

   "Daddy had his finger in my mouth..." Erin whispered.  I was so turned
on already, that I honestly didn't notice the reference to me being 'Daddy'
until Kathryn's voice coming from the speakerphone.

   "Were you a good girl? ...  Did you lick...  Daddy's finger...  clean?"
Kathryn was starting to breathe heavily.

   "Oh, yes, Mommy...  "

   "Did you like it?  The taste of yourself...  on Daddy's finger?" Kathryn
asked.  My fingers were already rubbing her clitoris and one was
penetrating her tight vaginal canal again.

   "uh huh...  Oh Mommy...  Daddy...  Uhnggg..."

   Erin's body tensed and she shivered.  I gently increased the speed of my
finger thrusting in and out of her pussy and rubbed her clitoris with
increased pressure.  Her legs began to shiver and shake.  I felt the aura
of her orgasm shudder through her and me.  I was beginning to find it hard
to control myself and I felt like I was sharing her overwhelming arousal.
We were both breathing so raggedly, gasping.  While my finger kept
thrusting in and out of her pussy, I could her orgasm causing her vaginal
walls to tighten even more, clenching tightly on my finger.  Finally, she
tensed all over and went rigid - not even a breath escaped her for a long
moment.  The air was electric with her orgasm, and just as suddenly as she
had stopped breathing, she was gasping for air.

   "That was an orgasm if I ever heard one, Daddy." Kathryn broke the
silence.

   "It sure was, Darling." I responded.  "Think it took a lot out of our
girl.  She's as limp as a ragdoll now."

   "You two need to get to bed...  Our baby needs sleep, Daddy." Kathryn
whispered.  "Goodnight!"

   "Goodnight Lover!" I rasped.

   "Good...  night...Mommy...  And thank you." Erin managed to croak.

   "What are you thanking me for, sweetie?" Kathryn asked.

   "For letting Daddy do that..." Erin sighed with contentment.

   "I know he likes doing it darling.  And I loved it too.  Maybe we can do
it again on webcam sometime..." Kathryn responded.  "Now you two go to bed.
Good night!" and the line went dead.

   I picked Erin up in my arms and carried her the few steps to the bed. 
She snuggled in while I undressed.



   Chapter 06

   I shouldn't have been surprised when I awoke just after dawn to rustling
and movement in the bed.  Erin was kneeling, curled up over me, looking at
my morning erection.  She took me gently in one hand, which she held open
as she softly ran the fingers of her other hand up and down the length of
my shaft.  Her dark red hair cascaded around her head hiding her face from
my view.  Her small breasts hung temptingly as she leaned over me.  I
couldn't resist reaching out to caress the nearest one, hanging like a
perfect little pear, and eliciting a sigh of pleasure from her. 
Predictably, it did not take long for a clear drop of pre-cum to appear at
the tip of my cock.

   She looked up at me with a gleam of excitement in her eyes and brushed
all her hair over to one side of her neck, giving me an unobstructed view
of her face.  Still cradling me in her open hand, she extended the pinkie
finger of her right hand and carefully touched the tip of her finger to the
drop of fluid.  Extending her tongue she delicately drew her finger tip
into her tongue, making a slow-motion, very erotic show of tasting my
fluids.  She then leaned farther over, extended her tongue and delicately
licked up the growing drop of pre-cum from my hard cock.

   Slowly and very intently, she wrapped her lips gently around the head of
my erection.  I sensed her excitement and didn't interrupt.  She needed no
instruction or guidance.  She read my responses perfectly, almost too
perfectly, because she had me on the brink of ejaculation in record time.
She squeezed at the base of my cock and held it back, preempting the
orgasm. After the feeling of the impending orgasm had faded, she brought me
back to the edge of ejaculation again.  She kept repeating this, with an
uncanny ability to bring me to the brink of orgasm, but then bring me back
down.  I lost count of how many times she took me up and down.  I was
surprised when the last time she kept pumping furiously and sucking,
finally releasing the pressure of her tight grasp at the base of my cock.

   Erin knew what she was doing with the roller coaster of my orgasm, but
she was clearly not ready for the resulting eruption.  The first heavy
spurt surprised her and she let my cock slip from her lips.  She caught
part of the next spurt on her cheek and lips before she got it back into
her mouth.

   I lay back and enjoyed the sensation of Erin's mouth and tongue on my
cock as it twitched and softened after the orgasm.  Fused with that
enjoyment was the sensation of pleasure that Erin was radiating.  She
clearly relished the feel of my cock moving in her mouth, the taste of my
cum and most of all the sensations of giving me so much pleasure.

   "Did you like your morning blowjob, Daddy?" she asked with a impish
smile.  She looked adorable.  Smiling up at me, with a streak of cum across
her cheek.

   "I loved it!  No lessons needed!  You are a natural.  That ranked up
there with the best blowjobs that I've ever had!" I responded.  "Come here
and let me kiss you..." I kissed my cum off of her pretty face and we
snuggled.  I fell asleep with the scent of her hair and the pressure of her
breast against my chest.

   I awoke again and Erin was still sleeping with her face nestled on my
shoulder.  I slipped out from under her and propped myself up on my elbow
to watch her sleep.  The sheets twisted and tangled around her thighs and
the rest of her body was exposed.  I didn't have to wait long before she
woke and opened one eye to peer up at me.  I leaned over and kissed her
forehead.

   "Good morning, sunshine!" I greeted her.  "Did you sleep well?"

   "Like a baby...  Your baby..." She grinned.  "Was my blowjob really
okay?"

   "It was the best!"

   "I loved doing it.  Can I do it again?" She asked.

   "Now?" I asked incredulous, and she nodded grinning.  "Uh...  Let's just
say that someone drained the well!  Why don't we get on the road and save
that for later, when I've been able to recharge.  Okay?"

   She gave me a pouting look, but I knew she was teasing.

   "Tell me something, what's with the Mommy and Daddy business?"
Deflecting her attention to a new topic.

   "I don't know...  it just came out last night...  Does it bother you?" I
shook my head in response.  "Last night was like...  Wow!  Are you sure
Kathryn wasn't watching us somehow on the webcam?" she asked.

   "I'm sure she wasn't.  What makes you think she might have been
watching?"

   "She knew I was nude sitting on your lap." she stated.

   "Well, I told her that you'd been in the shower.  And she knows me
pretty well, like she said.  If it bothered you that she might be watching,
we can cover the webcam in the future." I suggested.

   "No, it's alright." She thought for a second.  "In fact, I kinda liked
it...  I know she wants it, so maybe we can turn on the webcam sometime. 
She'd like that, wouldn't she?."

   "Oh, I definitely know she would love it." I responded.  "Now what's the
story for the rest of the world?  Am I Daddy?  Lover?  Friend?"

   "Hmmm..  All of the above?  Maybe sometime we could pretend we're
married.  Would that be okay?" Erin asked playfully.

   "Married?" I looked at her appraisingly.  "Why married?"

   "For fun!  We could write 'Just Married' on the RV windows, and then
check into a hotel for our honeymoon." She giggled.  "It would be fun!  I
like the idea of claiming you to the whole world.  And it would raise some
eyebrows too!  Nobody would wonder whether we were getting it on or not..."

   I laughed at her mischievous imagination.

   "A honeymoon!  I suppose you'll want the Honeymoon Suite, heart shaped
tub and all!" I teased, but having said it, I was actually getting excited
by the idea.  Erin clearly liked the idea too, and demonstrated it with an
enthusiastic hug and kiss.

   Later in the day, she made me stop at a pawn shop in Springfield,
Indiana.  The shop owner was obviously a bit envious of a guy his age with
a young girlfriend looking for a gold band that both matched mine and fit
her.

   "Come on, Harrison!  Help me!" She chided me.  "If your mother finds out
that I lost my wedding ring, she'll kill me!" Erin was getting into the
role.

   "Her eyesight isn't good enough to notice!" I extemporized.  "Just get
something that's gold.  She won't see more than the glitter."

   I spotted a plain gold band, and indicated it to her.  The shop owner
looked curiously from me to Erin, as he drew it from the case and handed it
to Erin.  It fit perfectly, looking quite natural on her finger.  A simple
band, with minor nicks and scratches indicating a history it couldn't
divulge.  The owner saw me inspecting it.

   "I can polish it up for ya..." He offered.

   Erin gave me an overly dramatic, pleading look.  When I nodded my
agreement, threw her arms around my neck and gave me an excited kiss.

   "Oh, thank you!  Tonight'll be like our wedding night all over again, I
promise!" She gushed loud enough for the owner to hear as left to polish
the ring.

   After we had paid and were leaving the pawn shop, Erin held up her hand
to admire the ring.

   "Honestly, I like this one better, don't you?" She asked, and continued
as we headed to the door, "I promise not to lose this one next time we go
skinny dipping!"

   We suppressed our laughter as we walked out, but before the door closed
behind us, we heard a guffaw of laughter from the back of the store.  We
both managed to keep our composure until we had passed out of view of the
store windows, whereupon we both burst out laughing.

   "Whatever inspired that silliness?" I asked through my laughter.

   "He was so envious of the guy his age with the young chick.  He was
practically drooling!  Anyway, it was just for laughs!  Ours and his!" She
giggled.

   "You certainly made his day!  Week!  That bit about losing the first
ring while you were skinny dipping was inspired.  He'll tell that story for
a long time, and get laughs every time!" I chuckled.

   Remembering Kathryn's admonishment to take care of Erin, I had decided
to pick up groceries, make a real meal, and stop early for the night.  It
was a hot afternoon and chilled air of the frozen food section of the
market felt good as we picked out ice cream to top off our evening meal. 
Erin was only wearing a tight tank top and her nipples quickly hardened. 
Goosebumps covered her arms, when the cold air of the freezer hit her as
she opened the door.  I looked both ways up and down the aisle, and seeing
that we were alone, I ran my hands from her shoulders down her arms.  She
held the door open and pushed her ass back against my crotch as I ran my
hands back up the underside of her arms to her breasts.  Her hard nipples
felt good in my hands and she wiggled her ass to show her appreciation. 
Suddenly, without any warning she stiffened and I could feel her tense
alarm.  I pulled my hands back and looked furtively around us.  She pulled
out a half gallon of rocky road ice cream, letting the door close with a
slam.

   "Do you ever get the feeling we're being watched?" she whispered.

   "You mean the security cameras?"

   "No, like being watched...  Followed..." she said, putting the ice cream
in the cart.  "I mean, it's like we're being watched...  Like stalked!"

   "Have you seen anyone?" I probed.  She shook head dejectedly.  "Then
it's probably all the looks of jealous guys who wish they could be with you
instead of me!"

   "No...  You're right...  I'm being paranoid...  It does feel like..."
she trailed off.

   "Like what?" I pressed.

   "Like I'm being silly..." She laughed it off and pushed our cart to the
checkout line.

   We checked out and stowed the groceries in the RV's tiny refrigerator
and cabinets.  Heading to the campground, I stopped to fill up on diesel.
The prices were outrageous, but this 7-11 had the lowest prices I'd seen
since West Virginia.  Erin went in for a drink, while I filled the tank,
and daydreamed about an RV powered by solar panels and a fuel cell that
would produce hydrogen from water and solar power.  Heck, it could even
provide power for the lights, kitchen and A/C.  My daydream turned to a
solar hot water heater on the roof of the RV, when a rusty old pickup truck
pulled up to the the pumps behind me.  I noticed the driver eyeing Erin as
she returned, and flashed back to our earlier conversation.  Guys did watch
her.  I was definitely a lucky guy to have bought her a cheeseburger in
West Virginia!

   Back into the RV, Erin was sitting quietly waiting sipping her Slurpy,
as I drove off to a riverside campground in a park near town.  Once we were
settled, I put put Italian sausage on the grill, while Erin cooked
spaghetti, heated a jar of pasta sauce and steamed some green beans.  It
was an easy dinner to prepare and most importantly, it came as close as I
could to meeting Kathryn's definition of a proper evening meal in an RV.  I
did not relish the idea of another "Are you taking care of her" lecture.

   "You've been quiet." I said as we sat down at the picnic table to eat.

   "I still have that creepy feeling that we're being watched...  I can't
shake it..." She confessed.  "I have feelings sometimes.  I just know we're
being watched."

   "There was a guy at the gas station ogling you, but I suspect guys are
always drooling when they look at you!" I smiled.

   "Sure, guys like to girl watch, but this is different.  It's like... 
evil..." She shook herself.  "I'm just being paranoid again."

   We finished dinner and I took the dishes into the RV to clean up.  Erin
stayed outside, tuning and quietly playing her guitar.  Having finished the
dinner clean up, I stood in the doorway of the RV, drinking a beer from a
cold bottle and watching her play.  She was hunched over the instrument,
intently working on the strumming and picking for a song that I didn't
recognize.  She repetitively went back to rework the fingering.  She was
displaying an intensity that blocked every distraction from her
consciousness.  I was amazed that she seemed completely unaware of my
presence even when I actually sat down beside her.

   "What's the song?" I asked when she finally looked up with a dreamy look
in her eyes.

   "I don't know..  Nothing, yet..." She replied.

   "Writing something?" I asked and she just shrugged and started playing a
song that I did know.

   We finished singing Mr.  Tambourine Man and looked around.  Sure enough,
Erin's singing was attracting a small groups of onlookers.  I motioned
people to join us and soon there was another evening of singing with
strangers.  I was amazed to find myself by singing along more actively.  We
sang a Chip Taylor song that we'd been listening to that day, and I found
that I could remember most of the lyrics.

   How's this for you baby Woke up last night in a cold cold sweat Dreamt
we were doin' what we ain't done yet And it's stuff that I regret

   It had gotten dark, but the crowd hadn't thinned.  We'd attracted
another guitarist who had his own repertoire and gave Erin a break from the
stream of requests.  It was a was after a break that Erin started picking
out a tune.  I realize that she had finished the melody that she'd been
working in after dinner.  The chord progressions and intricate little riffs
she'd been puzzling over so intently were now all strung together to a
fully formed new tune.  It was both plaintive and angry, with aggressive
flourishes.  A country sound with a rock edge.  I was totally surprised
when there were lyrics that flowed out of her and intertwined with the
guitar work.

   I don't see you, But I can feel you Eyes crawling all over my skin I
don't see you, But I can feel you like dirty fingers Get away, get away

   I don't see you, But I can feel you Crawl back in yer hole You can't
touch me You ain't getting any Get away, get away

   I don't see you, But I can feel you Your perverted thoughts can't make
me dirty I won't hear you I won -(TM)t see you You ain't getting any Get
away, get away

   I don't see you, But I can feel you So crawl back in yer hole You can't
touch me You ain't getting any Get away, get away...

   Her voice faded and there was silence.  I was wondering where those
lyrics came from - concerned - when the small audience started clapping. 
Erin looked up, blushed and gave a faint smile and nod of acknowledgement.

   I could see that she was tired, and while the other guitarist was
playing, I stood and went to stand behind her and massage her shoulders.  I
could feel the stress tightening her neck and shoulders, radiating out
through my hands.  As I rubbed her neck, she let her head slowly slump over
and though I could still feel her stress, I also felt her relax under my
touch.

   "You okay?" I leaned over her and whispered in her ear.

   She nodded silently, but I knew she wasn't okay.  I reached around her
and took the guitar from her.  She looked up at me questioningly and I
nodded towards the RV, she returned a look of protest that faded
immediately.  She nodded, giving me a faint smile.  I waved to the gather
campers and led Erin into the RV.  Closing the door behind us, we could
hear the music continue, but it faded quickly and soon it was quiet.

   Erin stood there numbly as I put her guitar into its case.  I stood
behind her and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.  Slowly, I
could feel her tension lessen and eventually fade away.

   "Where did that song come from?" I asked.

   "I'd been workin -(TM), on the tune, by the words, can't call 'em
lyrics, they just came outta nowhere." she murmured.  "Pretty raw, huh?"

   She couldn't see me, standing close behind her with my arms wrapped
around her chest, but I knew she felt me nod.

   "You think I'm...  Crazy?" She asked.

   I shook my head.  "Why would I?"

   "He was out there..."

   "Who was out there?" I asked, concerned.

   "The one who's watching me..." She craned her neck to turn and see me.
"Promise you won't think I'm totally crazy?"

   With my hands on her shoulders, I turned her to face me and looked in
her eyes.  I could sense her fear.  I held her close, trying to reassure
her.

   "I just know that I'm being followed.  Like a stalker out there." She
shuddered.

   "Is it your guy, Jack?" I asked.

   "No...  I don't know who he is.  But he's creepy."

   "You've seen him?"

   She shook her head.

   "Then how do you know?" I was puzzled, and she only shook her head in
response.

   "Why don't you get some sleep and we'll lose your stalker in the
morning." I suggested.

   She undressed quietly, and I watched, concerned.  She looked tired and
worn.  I didn't know what to make of her paranoia, but whether she was
being followed and watched or not, the stress she was feeling was real
enough.  I couldn't help but wonder whether the stress was related to
leaving her father, or Jack's abandonment of her.  Perhaps she was
sensitive to other people watching her with a significantly older man. 
There were lots of possible explanations and the one that seemed most
likely to me was a private investigator sent by her father.  We wouldn't be
hard to find in this RV, if someone cared to look.

   With the RV's tiny shower running in the background, I called home.  Lin
answered.

   "Hey, Boss!" She whispered cheerfully.

   "Hey, pet.  Why are you whispering?" I asked.

   "Just a sec...." I could heard her moving and a door close.  When she
spoke again, it was in a normal tone.

   "Kathryn was sleeping..." She said.

   "You were in bed with my wife?" I feigned shock.

   "Only because she made me do it!" Lin giggled.  "You know how she can
be!"

   "What's she sleeping so early for?" I asked.

   "We had a little fun and we wore her out." Lin said slyly.

   "We?" My voice conveyed my puzzlement.

   "Michelle and me..." Lin gave the one word answer.  "Jealous?"

   "Damned straight I am!" I laughed.  "I gather she hasn't talked to Allie
yet."

   "No, she called last night but got Dina.  Allie was at the library, so
she couldn't call her cell either.  She did say that Dina probably doesn't
know about it." Lin said.

   "Why's she think that?  No, I know.  Because Dina would have just
blurted something out about it...  Like 'Hey Mom!  What's this about Dad
having an affair with Lin?' That girl could NOT ask!" I chortled at the
thought.

   We both laughed as the thought of Dina being discreetly silent - an
absurd thought.  We talked about the day.  Lin gushed about Erin's photos.

   "She's hot, Boss!  You have to look on the web.  Naomi didn't put up any
of the topless ones, but she got some other great shots up."

   "Down girl" I laughed at her enthusiasm.  "Face it, Lin, she's
straight."

   "You're just trying to keep her to yourself!" Lin shot back.

   "Yup!" I smiled inwardly.  There was a lot of truth to that.  "And
you're not sharing Michelle with me!" I shot back.

   "But she's strictly a les...  Okay, touch�(C)!  How is Erin doing?" She
asked changing the subject.  "Kathryn will want a full rundown on the sexy
patient.  She was concerned about her."

   "She's taking a long shower, but I'm concerned too.  She's convinced
that someone is stalking her.  She's terrified and stressing out over it."
I told her.

   "Wow...  you think there is someone out there?  Like really stalking
her?" Lin asked

   "I don't know...  It could be psychological, like stress over leaving
her dad or her old boyfriend, or both.  Or it could be that she knows what
she's talking about.  She's a hyper sensitive and super smart kid.  I don't
think she's ill or crazy!" I theorized.

   We talked a while longer and finally wound up our conversation with me
instructing her to give Kathryn a kiss for me, something she was all too
happy to do.

   I poured myself double shot of rum over ice in a highball glass and was
just settling back into one of the two captain's chairs when Erin emerged
from the shower.  She had a towel wrapped around her torso and one wrapped
like a turban around her hair.  I whistled at her.

   "One of my favorite outfits..." I said in a low voice.

   She did a slow pirouette, and stood in front of me, allowing me a moment
to appreciate her.  Crossing the small space in a couple steps, she sat on
my lap.  Miraculously the towel wrapped around her chest stayed tucked in
over her breasts as she curled up.  I pulled her close, folding my arms
around her small form.  Sensing her need to just be close and feel safe, I
just held her.  She made some quiet murmuring sounds of contentment and her
breathing slowed.  She had fallen asleep, curled up on my lap.  I held her,
sipping my rum and listening to her breathing.  She was sound asleep.

   Even though she was petite, it wasn't long until her weight on my lap
started to become uncomfortable.  I shifted underneath her and she shifted
with me.  She snuggled closer and the towel around her chest slipped loose,
revealing a tempting breast.  I resisted caressing it, not wanting to
disturb her sleep.  I wished I could photograph her like this, but
satisfied myself by simply preserving the sweet memory.

   She shifted again, trying to get comfortable herself, and stirred to
wakefulness.  She peeked at me through half opened eyes.

   "I feel safe here..." She whispered sleepily, and then smiled.  "But
you're not quite as comfy as the bed..."

   She rose and hung her towels on the hooks on bathroom door.  I enjoyed
watching her naked body as she sleepily crawled into bed.  My legs were
still numb from holding her weight so long, so I finished my drink slowly.
In the bathroom, I was reminded how little hot water the RV actually had
and at that moment it had none.  I couldn't understand how Erin had taken
such a long shower.  She must have run out of hot water well before her
shower was over.

   I didn't take long with my tepid shower.  After rising off and toweling
dry quickly, I was wide awake when I followed Erin to bed.  When I slipped
under the sheets, she sensed my presence and without seeming to fully
awaken, she nestled her back firmly against my chest.  She took my hand and
caressed it over her breast.  My cock was instantly erect, pressed against
her ass.  In moments her breathing settled and I knew she was asleep again.
I thought that I would lie awake for hours holding her, and didn't resent
that prospect at all.

   I awoke with a start - disoriented.  Erin was gone.  There was that
fraction of a second of panic, before the sunlight and smell of bacon
cooking penetrated my consciousness.  I didn't remember anything from the
moment of settling in bed with Erin.  Apparently I had not stayed awake as
I had expected, but had fallen asleep immediately.

   "Good morning Daddy!" She sang out as I swung my legs over the edge of
the bed.  I sat for a moment watching Erin use a fork to carefully transfer
the bacon onto a plate.  When I started to stand, she motioned me to stay
put, as she quickly washed her hands and dried them on a paper towel.

   Crossing to me, she pulled off her T-shirt and dropped it at my feet.  I
put my hands out to caress her hips and admire the morning light playing
across her skin.  With a hand on each cheek of her ass, I pulled her a step
closer so that she stood between my knees.  Then running my hands down the
back of her thighs, she quivered and I could feel her excited anticipation.

   "Daddy...  Your morning blowjob..." she said, trying to control her
voice.

   I didn't respond.  Instead, I ran hands up the sides of her thighs, over
her hips and up to her breasts.  Her body quivered with a palpable
excitement when my hands cover her breasts and circled back down the small
of her back to her ass.  I pulled her closer and kissed her tummy, then
stretch up a little to plant a kiss in each nipple.  She shivered and
wrapped her arms around my head.

   "Oh, god!  Harrison!" she whimpered as I pulled a nipple into my mouth,
nibbling gently.

   With her arms loosely encircling my head, I lavished attention on her
firm, responsive breasts, while my hands roamed over her flesh.  Her whole
body responded to the attention.  I felt her skin tingle in a way that I
had never experience with another woman, as though it were electrified
under my touch.  My hand running up her inner thigh felt the moisture of
her arousal.  Before reaching her pussy, knew it would be dripping wet.  I
couldn't resist this attraction.  Wrapping my arms around her bare torso, I
pulled her down on top of me.

   "Daddy...  Your morning blowjob..." she protested.

   Ignoring the plea, I rolled her over so that I was on top and her legs
were hanging over the edge of the bed, as mine had been a moment before.  I
slipped down on my knees and kissed my way down from her breasts to the
small patch of neatly trimmed red hair immediately above her sex.  She
willingly spread her legs wider and pulled her feet up onto the edge of the
bed, instinctively making herself more accessible.  I kissed down one side
to the tender skin of her inner thigh, purposefully avoiding her pussy, and
was going to kiss up the other side.  Her frustration was palpable.  I
intended to ignore her frustration, but my plan to build her desire by
avoiding her pussy was thwarted by both of her hands, one on each side of
my head, firmly directing me to where she so desperately desired my
attention.

   Eagerly I began lightly licking the length of her pink labia.  The taste
of her salty fluids made me want more.  She was unbelievably wet and
responsive to my tongue.  It seemed like her vagina opened at the softest
touch of my tongue, blossoming like a voluptuous pink orchid.  I pulled my
head back and admired the swollen flower in front of me.  Her clitoris was
peeking out of its enfolding hood, seeming to grow erect before my eyes.  I
licked the petals and was unable to resist the intoxication of passion.

   Her hands pulled my head close and my tongue penetrated her.  I
alternated between lapping up her flowing lubricants and attempting to
penetrate her as deeply as possible with my tongue.  It was not only her
pussy reacted to my attention, her whole body radiated her pleasure.  There
was no need for verbal feedback - I could taste her arousal.  Her back
arched, her legs pushed off the bed, and it seemed like I could feel every
pore of her body tingling with pleasure.

   My tongue was beginning to tire, but I was physically unable to stop
licking and probing.  Her near orgasmic state drove me on.  I lost track of
time.  I realized that I had not paid any attention to her swollen little
clit.  It was a small move, nothing more than a small tip of my head, and
when my tongue touched her clitoris, the effect was electric.  She dropped
her hands from my head and used both hands to push farther off the bed,
seeking to make herself completely accessible to the pleasures of my
tongue. She was moaning my name as her whole body began to quiver and
shake. I positioned both my hands under her ass to hold pussy up to my
lips.

   When I pulled the hypersensitive bud with my lips and teased it with the
tip of my tongue, she suddenly went rigid.  Suckling lightly on her clit, I
looked up.  Her breasts and face were flushed red in the way of a fair
skinned redhead.  Her eyes were closed and she was panting rapidly.  Her
orgasm was so intense it seemed to fill the RV with her energy.  I stopped
to control myself.  I was on the verge of ejaculating from the sheer
intensity and force of her orgasm.

   I got up off my knees and crawled up on the bed beside her, still
controlling myself - feeling as though I would ejaculate if my throbbing
cock were to touch her hot, electrically charged flesh.  I had never been
so close to the edge without any physical stimulation of my cock.

   "Wow!  That was a first!" Erin sighed as she continued to shiver with
the rippling aftershocks of her orgasm.  "Let me take care of you now."

   "You don't need too..." I assured her.  "Besides, I'm so worked up right
now, I'll cum the moment your lips touched me!"

   "Were you stroking yourself?"

   "No, it was just vicarious.  You got me so worked up, I felt like I was
going to cum..."

   Silently she gathered herself up and scooted around on the bed.  She
lightly grasped my cock and slid her delicate hand down the length of the
shaft, causing it to twitch responsively.  With the palm of her hand
covering my balls and the thumb and forefinger encircling the base of my
cock, she gazed at the drop of pre-cum that had collected at the tip.  She
looked over at me, her eyes twinkling with excitement and her face still
flushed.  The sight of it, her palpable arousal, the sensation of her hot
breath on my throbbing cock, I knew that I couldn't hold out.  I was about
to cum.  I had a flashing vision of my cock spurting cum across her pretty
face.  It felt like a premonition.  She was just holding the base of my
erect cock, with the tip no more than six inches from her face.  She wasn't
doing a thing except smiling, yet I could feel my orgasm building
irresistibly.  She turned her face towards me once again and winked.  When
she turned back, her mouth opened and her lips engulfed the head of my
cock. The moist heat of her mouth was all the trigger that I needed.  As my
cock slid deeper towards the back of her throat, I could feel my cum
roiling in my balls, ready to surge up my shaft.  She seemed to know that
my ejaculation was coming.  She pulled back so that her lips formed a tight
seal around the head of my cock and my seed pumped into her mouth.  She had
a twinkle in her eye as my cock started to soften between her lips.  I
could see her swallow as she let me slip from her mouth and crawl up onto
the bed next to me.

   "I just had my breakfast," She said licking her lips, "are you ready for
yours?"

   I pulled her closer and draped a leg over hers.  Holding her in loose
embrace that kept her on the bed with me.  I was in no rush to get up.  She
felt so good next to me.  I kissed her forehead and then her cheek.  Her
skin was so smooth and soft next to mine.  We lingered in bed kissing and
enjoying the closeness.

   I didn't know how long we slept, but Erin was still sleeping when I
awoke.  I crept out of bed and went quietly to the bathroom.  After washing
up, shaving and brushing my teeth, I found Erin still sleeping, her naked
form entwined amidst the rumpled sheets.

   The bacon was cooked and I

   picked up where Erin had let off with our breakfast preparations.  It
was the noise of the coffee grinder that woke the sleeping beauty.  I was
distracted in the process of brewing the coffee as I watched her pull a
T-shirt on.

   We sat quietly eating and sipping our coffee.  The scene made me
chuckle.

   "What's so amusing?" she asked with a quizzical look.

   "We're like an old married couple.  Sitting in our RV quietly eating
breakfast..." I responded.

   "Old married couple?  First, I'm not old, second, I am quiet because you
orgasmed my brains out and third we can't be married because I'm still a
virgin!" she challenged me.  "I hope you plan on changing that for me
soon!"

   "I don't know...  we do pretty well without that.  Don't you think?" I
teased, sticking out my tongue for emphasis.

   "Pretty well?" She responded seriously.  "That wasn't 'pretty well!'
that was amazing.  I don't think I've ever cum that hard.  Your tongue is
magical!  And don't tell me you think it wasn't awesome!  You practically
came before you could get it in my mouth!"

   "Okay, I admit it!  It was amazing!  I've never come so close to an
orgasm without any attention to my cock!  And I really did think that I
would shoot over your face before I got into your mouth" I responded,
laughing as I cleared my plate from the table.  Erin just cocked her head
to some side and looked at me thoughtfully

   Erin followed my lead and picked up her plate from the table.  I reach
out to take it from her and put it in the sink.

   "Let me do that..." She nodded toward the sink.  "You finish you
coffee."

   I didn't object and sat back down to watch her and sip my coffee.  The
T-shirt was one of mine and hung loosely over her, leaving most of one
shoulder bare and covering her almost down to her knees.

   "Where are we going today?" Erin inquired.

   "Do you still want to visit the University of Wisconsin?" I asked.  "We
could stop near Madison today and explore the campus tonight and tomorrow."

   "That'd be cool!" she responded.  "Let's do it!"



   Chapter 07

   We headed north towards Madison, Wisconsin, and the University of
Wisconsin.  We stopped around lunchtime at a small park outside town.  The
plan was to head into town to explore the campus that afternoon, so we
didn't take much time settling into our campsite.  We ate sandwiches at the
picnic table and washed them down with iced tea.

   "Ready to head for campus?" I asked.  Erin had fallen quiet again and
seemed to be brooding.  "You okay, darling?"

   "Huh?  Oh, yea...  Well no.  Not really..." she mumbled.

   "That feeling again?" I asked and she nodded.  "Want to see a doctor in
town?"

   "No!" She said emphatically.  "It's nothing wrong with me!  It's him. 
The one that's following us." she looked down at her sandwich avoiding eye
contact.  "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you....  Let's go."

   She got up, threw the remainder of her sandwich into the trash and
climbed into the RV without looking back.  I watched puzzled, wondering
what was the matter, but I didn't linger.  I picked up our iced tea glasses
and climbed aboard after her.  She was already waiting for me, seated in
the passenger seat with her bare feet resting on the dashboard.  Her
behavior perplexed me, but rather than question her, I went with my
instinct to be available to listen when she was ready to talk.  I didn't
have to wait very long.  We were just inside the city limits when she
spoke.

   "Harrison."

   "Hmmm?"

   "Sorry."

   "For what?"

   "For being a bitch."

   "That's hardly how I would characterize you.  Something's upsetting you.
Yeah.  But you're hardly a bitch." I consoled.  "You can talk about it if
you want - or not.  I'm here for you."

   "Thanks."

   We drove on silently for a few more minutes.  I could tell that she was
gathering her thoughts, so I waited quietly.

   "I just know we're being followed and it scares me." She said finally.
"I know, you're gonna say that we haven't seen him or heard from him.  But
I know he's out there.  It's like a really dark feeling.  I know someone
bad is there...  Watching."

   "Do you feel it all the time?  Now?" I asked.

   "No...  I didn't feel it back at the campsite either...  Until right
before we left."

   We started seeing signs of the University and Erin's attention was
diverted.  She was back to being an excited teenager.  While we were
stopped at a red light, we asked some students for directions to the
admissions office.  From there, finding a place to park the RV was the
problem, as none of the visitor's parking spots were anywhere near big
enough.  In the end Erin ran into the office to inquire about parking while
I sat idling in the RV and watching the coeds in skimpy spring outfits.  I
was lost in daydreams when Erin bounded back into the RV.

   "Snap out of it old man!  " she laughed.  "You already have your own
pre-coed!"

   I looked over at her and smiled at the twinkle in her eye.  It was good
to see her back in high spirits.

   "You don't think there are girls out there that need me as much as
Angela did?" I asked trying to look innocent.  Erin laughed but changed the
subject.

   "I bought a pass for a parking lot by Camp Randall Stadium.  It's a bit
of a hike, but there's space for this monster - gesturing to the RV.  I'm
registered for a campus tour tomorrow.  So we can just wander around this
afternoon.  Think you can keep you eyes off the girls long enough to see
the campus?"

   "uh...  How's 'bout you see the campus and I see the girls?"

   "You are an incorrigible dirty old man!" She playfully pretended to slap
me.  "You have to act like my dad, so straighten up!"

   "Can't I be your naughty uncle?" I asked.

   "No, I already said that my Dad was accompanying me on the tour."

   We navigated the campus to the open parking lot, passing up several
parking "ramps" because they didn't have ceiling clearance that the RV
required.  The campus wasn't crowded because it was summer, and we easily
found a parking space.  From there we strolled aimlessly around campus,
until we arrived by chance at the lake shore.  I snapped pictures of Erin
in the golden light of the setting sun.  When the light had faded, we
continued walking until we found a restaurant that appealed to Erin.

   We were seated promptly and an attractive young waitress gave us menus
as she recited that day's specials.  During the entire performance, Erin
stroked my hand affectionately across the table.  Distracted from the
waitress, I looked at Erin.  She had her wedding ring on and seemed to be
intent on attracting the waitress' attention to it.  When I looked back up
at the waitress, she was silent.  I hadn't heard the last of her recitation
of the daily specials, if indeed she had finished it.  There was an awkward
second as I looked back to Erin and then the waitress.  Erin just stared at
me as though I was the only person in the room.  I broke the silence by
suggesting that we start with drinks.  The waitress departed with my order
for a Margarita and Erin's ice tea.

   "What was that about?" I asked Erin in a puzzled tone.

   "I could tell she thought you were my Dad." Erin laughed quietly.  "Now,
she's not so sure what to think now!"

   After a chuckle over the waitress' confusion, we studied the menu in
quiet amusement.  Erin picked out a rib eye steak with all the trimmings. I
grinned at her.

   "Kathryn would be pleased." I commented as the waitress reappeared with
our drinks.  "This how she thinks I should feed you!"

   We closed our menus and I placed the order for both of us, but this time
I paid more attention to the waitress.  She looked back and forth between
us with what appeared to be a slight frown on her face.  She was an
attractive woman in her early twenties, and her body language couldn't hide
her disapproval of our relationship and age difference.  After verifying
our order, she darted off.  I could see her placing our order in the back
of the restaurant.  She was talking to another waitress, I suspected that
she was telling her about the older man and his student age wife.  I turned
back to Erin to see her smirking.

   "You're amused?" I smiled at her.

   "mmhmm..." She giggled.

   "You like shocking people?"

   "Oh, she's not shocked.  She's jealous."

   "She looked shocked to me!  That frown she gave us."

   "Oh sure she frowned...  But she can't keep her eyes off us.  She's
jealous..." Erin's smirk didn't fade.

   We both laughed, but I caught our waitress casting surreptitious glances
our way.  Perhaps Erin was right.  Maybe if it wasn't disapproval, it was a
curiosity at least.

   "So why did you choose to torment our poor waitress?" I asked.

   "She looked bored - and annoyed."

   "Annoyed?  Why do you say that?" I asked.

   "Okay, here's her story.  She's had a lonely, difficult childhood.  She
works really works hard to put herself through college, so hard that she
doesn't have time for a life or boyfriend.  Working at a restaurant right
near campus, she always sees students come in with their families and it
reminds her of what she doesn't have.  It annoys the hell out of her that
she has to work so hard and they don't."

   "You invent interesting stories, but why torment the characters in your
stories by making her think we're lovers?" I was puzzled at Erin's
behavior.

   "I didn't mean to torment her!  I just wanted to show her that you
aren't my dad...  Maybe plant an idea in her head?" Erin's voice trailed
off.  She was watching our waitress.

   "Plant an idea?  What sort of idea?"

   "She's smart, attractive, but she's trying to do it all herself.  She
needs to partner up....  See that guy in the booth over there?" She asked
and I nodded.

   "I think he's a regular here...  Because of her.  See how he watches
her? He's what?  Maybe thirty?  Those ten years of age difference have
stopped her from dating him...  Maybe our example will give her reason to
reconsider." Erin concluded.

   "Some imagination you have, girl!" I laughed.  Erin gave me a brief
blank look and then laughed with me.

   The steaks were good and our waitress checked on us frequently, offering
drink refills.  She even started smiling and chatting with Erin.  After she
took our dessert order, she had Erin telling her that we were on our
honeymoon and about Erin's hopes of admission to the university.  Before
long, our erstwhile surly waitress was Erin's new best friend.

   "Yea, watch her with her admirer.  She's paying a lot more attention to
him..." Erin observed.

   I laughed at the continued fantasy soap opera.  As we were checking out
the restaurant was quiet.  Our waitress smiled and hugged Erin as we left.
Looking back as the door closed I saw her sitting in the booth with her
admirer.

   Erin was giggling about it all the way back to our campground.  Her
delight with the little little romance was amusing.  She remained convinced
that she had brought them together by flaunting of our fictitious
relationship.  I didn't have the heart to argue about silly that seemed.  I
was simply pleased that she was happy, after her fears and moods.

   When we got back to the campground, Erin was already asleep in the
passenger seat.  She sleepily undressed, pulled on one of my T-shirts and
went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, while I stepped out into the
dark to make our electric, water and waste hookups.  When I got back in,
she was already asleep in our bed, I called Kathryn.  She was happy to hear
that I had fed Erin properly and that Erin was in good spirits.

   "See!  It's all nutrition!" She crowed.  She then proceeded to update me
on Naomi's pregnancy and other details of home life.  The conversation
wasn't long but it was good to her voice.  As we were ready to hang-up,
Kathryn offered some final advice.

   "It's been about a week, you should make sure that she calls her
father." To which I murmured my agreement.  "Oh, Naomi called.  She loved
the pictures of Erin and got your voice message.  It's probably too late to
call her at home tonight but she asked you to call her cell tomorrow."

   The next morning we headed back to town for the college tour.  I had
been on plenty of college tours with the twins, but I was amazed at how
much tuition had increased, and I was thankful that both Allie and Dina had
decided on going to an in-state university.  While I wondered where Erin
would get the money for out of state tuition, she was focused on her
academic and campus life questions.  Kids never thought about the
practicalities, such as where the cash would come from.  When I asked about
those financial practicalities, she said that a spinster aunt that she had
never met had set up a college savings account for her, so she was good on
that score.

   The morning tour passed quickly, leaving me with aching feet from all
the walking.  In my own interest, I suggested that we split up for lunch
and that she try one of the university dining facilities, while I explored
on my own.  My plan was just to sit somewhere and rest my feet.

   "You'll get a better feel for what the students are like if you don't
have me hanging around.  You can blend in...."

   She tried to protest that she wanted my company, but didn't insist.  We
agreed that she would call my cell phone when she wanted to meet up again.

   I found a place where I could pick up a sandwich and sit outdoors.  I
selected a quiet spot with bench in the shade and sat down to eat and call
Naomi.

   "Hey Dad!" she practically shrieked when she answered.  "How's your
project doing?"

   "Project?" I was puzzled.

   "Erin!" She laughed.  "Harrison Sutter, saving the world, one virgin at
a time!"

   I chuckled in response and filled her in on our trip and Erin's fears
and foreboding.

   "She's like a normal girl otherwise?" Naomi asked.

   "Very normal, smart..." I responded.

   "And pretty too!" She interrupted.  "I saw her photos.  Some of your
best glamour work.  Can I put some up on the website?"

   "Sure, but don't but up any of the topless ones.  She said it was okay,
but she's sort of emotionally fragile right now.  I'd like to wait and see
what we decide to put up later...  She might not..."

   My cell phone started beeping with an incoming call.  I looked at the
caller Id.  It was Erin.

   "Hold on sweetheart...  Erin's calling." I switched to Erin's call. 
"Erin, how's it going?  You done already?"

   "Where are you?" I could hear panic in her voice.

   "What's wrong?"

   "He's here!  Where are you?" she asked.

   "Are you alone?  Are you with other people?" I pressed.

   "I'm where we split up.  I'm alone but there are lots of students
around. Where are you?"

   "You stay there.  I am coming to you.  Hold on - I'll be right there! 
Stay on the line.  I've got to hang up on another call."

   "Okay, but hurry!" Erin almost whined, her fear was palpable.  I clicked
back to Naomi.

   "Hey, sweetheart, I gotta go.  Erin's having a panic attack.  I'll call
back soon..."

   "You go take care of her.  I'll be here!" Naomi said calmly, and I hung
up, switching back to Erin.

   "I am on my way, baby, everything's gonna be alright!" I said, tossing
the remains of my sandwich in a trash can and running back the way I had
come.

   I found Erin standing in the middle of the wide plaza in front of the
dining hall where I has left her.  There was no need to ask how she was
feeling, she was obviously terrified.  I pulled her into my arms, embracing
her.  For the moment, I was oblivious to the people around us and passing
by.  It was as though we were surrounded by a bubble in an alternate
reality.  Holding her, without talking, I could feel her fear and panic
slowly ebb.  As she relaxed, I slowly became aware of our surroundings once
again, though it felt like the people passing by us were flashing by us,
like water flowing past a rock in a river.  I returned the focus of my
attention to Erin, certain that I could calm her fears with my presence and
will.  When she had relaxed sufficiently, I pulled back a little and
started walking with her towards the RV, formulating a plan as we walked.

   When we arrived at the RV, I suggested that she take a nap, and to my
surprise she didn't object, curling up on the bed and falling asleep before
I had even started the engine.

   With the air conditioning running, she slept, while I did some research
online and found a nice hotel with large suites, a big indoor/outdoor pool
and hot tub.  I called and made reservations.  I told the clerk that we
were making an unexpected stop on our cross-country honeymoon trip, and
that I would like to surprise my bride with a big king bed, a room with a
walk-in shower and flowers in the room.  She was all too pleased to be
involved in a little romantic surprise, promising to take care of it
personally.  That plan taken care of, I called Naomi back.

   "What happened?" Naomi asked before I could even say hello.  Caller id
still catches me off guard.  I filled her in on the basic story, thinking
her curiosity would be satisfied.  I was surprised with the detailed
questioning that I was subjected to.  She made me recount the story our
trip from when we met in the cafe to the present.  Naomi pressed for
details on Erin's parents her curiosity was frustrated when I couldn't
remember Erin's mother's name.  She was particularly concerned about Erin's
feelings of being stalked.  In the end she congratulated me on taking her
to a hotel and advised me to take Erin's fears seriously.

   "Better safe than sorry!  If she's worried, you should be too!" She
said. "She's seems like a smart, nice person and she's hot too!"

   After I hung up, I sat quietly in a reclining captain's chair, thinking
and watching Erin sleep.  I must have dozed off, because I woke with Erin
kissing my forehead.

   "How are you feeling?" I asked.

   "Sorry for my freak out.  I'm better.  But he's still out there.  Can we
go?"

   "Sure, baby..." I said as I stood and stretched.  I navigated out of the
parking lot and towards the hotel.

   "Where are we headed?" Erin asked in a puzzled tone.  "The campground
was the other way..."

   "Don't worry...  I have a plan..." I replied trying to sound mysterious.

   "What is it?" She was perking up with curiosity.  "Tell me!"

   "Well...  Mrs.  Sutter, we're going to a nice hotel tonight...."

   "A hotel?" She asked.

   "Yup!"

   "A nice one?" She asked expectantly.

   "Yup!  Think of it!  A big king sized bed and a full sized bath or
shower to share!" I prompted.  Her eyes lit up and I knew that I'd made the
right suggestion, probably right for more reasons than just my own.

   "Can we just order pizza and enjoy the hotel room?" she asked, with a
twinkle in her eye.

   "What might you have in mind, young lady?" I countered, knowing full
well what she was thinking.

   "Me?" She feigned innocence.  "Something in mind?  Can't a girl just
want to spend a quiet evening with her man?"

   This was the first time in our week together that we had stayed anywhere
but the RV.

   "I want to make it nice.  I had been thinking of ordering room
service..." I replied.

   "Like with the waiter bringing the cart with the food on it and all?"
She said with excitement.  "That's so cool!"

   Finding the hotel was easy, and I drove around the back to find a
parking space large enough for the RV, and one that wasn't visible from the
road.  The young receptionist's eyes lit up when I said that I had a
reservation in the name of Mr.  and Mrs.  Sutter.

   "Mr.  Sutter!  I'm Karen.  We talked on the phone.  Congratulations!"
She gushed.  If she was surprised by the young bride hanging affectionately
on my arm, she hid it behind an enthusiastic and professional demeanor. 
She couldn't have been more that three years older that Erin, but she
didn't miss a stride.  "Mrs.  Sutter, Congratulations!"

   Once I had signed the paper she had slipped across the counter, she
stepped out from behind the reception and said, "Let me show you to your
room.  Where are you parked?"

   I indicated the back parking lot and she confirmed that there was an
entrance near the rear parking lot that we could use to bring our things
into the hotel.  She led off, taking Erin in tow.  By the time we got to
the elevator, they were talking like old friends.  Karen showed Erin how to
use the keycard in the elevator to access the top floor of the hotel where
our room was located.

   The room was obviously a bridal suite and I knew I had only signed for
the daily rate of a standard suite.  Erin was bubbling with excitement and
pleasure.  The floral arrangement had a welcome card next to it, along with
an iced bottle of champagne, two champagne flutes, and a plate of chocolate
chip cookies.  Karen obviously had a romantic soul and was indulging it -
and us.

   She was still showing Erin around when I decided to get our things from
the RV.  When I returned, Erin was sitting on the edge of the bed looking
excited.

   "Let's go swimming!" she practically demanded, and added, "We've got
until 7:00!"

   "Why only 'til 7:00?"

   "While you were out, I ordered room service from Karen..." She giggled.
"This is fun!"

   We changed into our swimsuits quickly and headed for the pool.  Erin
wore her one-piece blue Speedo and I wore my boxy brown swim shorts.  We
pretty much had the pool to ourselves, so we swam laps with Erin doing
three in the time I had completed two with my more relaxed stroke.  Around
6:30 I got out, toweled off and lay on a lounge chair.  Erin finished her
laps and I enjoyed watching her emerge from the pool - water flowing off
her slim form.  I wasn't the only one admiring her.  There were a couple of
other husbands soaking up the sight and at least one slightly annoyed wife
looking on.
We arrived back in the room still wearing wet suits only moments before
the room service cart arrived.  There was only one large silver domed cover
over a large platter that looked like it was big enough to contain a
roasted turkey.  Erin stepped between me and the hotel waiter, placing a

tip in his hand and signing the room service slip.

   "Let's eat!" she said and dramatically lifted the elegant silver cover
to reveal a large pizza.  She laughed at the look on my face.  "You wanted
room service...  I wanted pizza...  We both got what we wanted..."

   I laughed with her.

   "I guess you call it a win-win solution." I said, still laughing.  "It's
a good thing I brought the beer in, because pizza and champagne make a
lousy combination.  You just have to promise not to tell Kathryn about the
beer!"

   "What?  She okay with you sleeping with me but not giving me beer?" She
laughed.

   I reached for two beers and twisted off the tops.  We clinked bottles
and started in on the pizza.  We polished off half the pizza and two beers
each before we pushed the room service cart away.  We sat there quietly
sipping our third beer and it was clear that Erin was feeling no pain. 
Plain and simply put, she was getting drunk.

   "Hey!  Showers before bed?" I prompted.

   "I have a plan!  A shower - together - then back down to that hot tub
and then maybe...  just maybe...  to bed...  if you're good!" Erin clearly
had thought about getting all she could out of this hotel interlude.  She
jumped up, heading to the bathroom.

   "Hey, you can't complain about this shower being too small for two
people!" Erin called from the bathroom.  I heard the shower start running
and when I peered into the bathroom, Erin had shed her swimsuit and was
reaching in the shower stall to test the water temperature.  I dropped my
swim shorts quickly and joined her in the steamy shower.

   The hot water streamed over us.  I opened the small bar of hotel soap
and began soaping her back.  She turned to face me and I continued soaping
her breasts and tummy.  She smiled up at me as my soapy hands ran up and
down her body.

   "Want me to shampoo your hair?" I said.

   "Hmmm...." She replied.  I poured the entire contents of the small
shampoo bottle into my hand and massaged it into her long red hair.  The
lather spread over her hair, massaging her scalp.  Before I stopped, she
was purring contentedly.  Drawing her under the shower's spray, she melted
into my arms and I held her soapy body close.

   "Let's rinse you off and try this conditioner."

   The conditioner made her silky wet hair slip through my fingers.  When I
finished another massage of her scalp and rinsed her once.

   "My turn!" She exclaimed, reaching for another little bottle of shampoo.
I had to lean over a little to let her work the shampoo into my hair.  My
eyes closed to keep the shampoo out of my eyes, I momentarily was lost in
the sensation of her fingers massaging my scalp.  She was done all too
quickly and I let out a playful whine of disappointment.

   "Oh grow up!" She mocked my whining.  "I still have to put conditioner
on you."

   She poured another entire bottle of conditioner over my hair and began
massaging again.  This time when the massage ended she continued to run her
slick fingers down my back, pulling me to her.  The hot water sprayed over
our bodies, still slick with conditioner.  My hard phallus slipped over her
tummy.  I pulled her close.  Erin's small, firm breasts pressed against my
chest.  The hot spray tingling across my back and her slippery body against
mine, I was lost in a long, lingering kiss.

   When we broke the kiss, I took her hand and led her out of the shower.
We toweled each other dry.  On her knees on the bath mat, she kissed the
head of my swollen cock.

   "Wait, sweetheart..." I restrained her with a hand in her hair.

   Her lips were parted and still wet hair was slicked back as she looked
up at me with a questioning look.  My cock was inches from her face.

   "Can't I suck you?" she smiled impishly.

   Silently, I lifted her to her feet and led her out of the bathroom. 
Holding her hand and crossed to the bed, where she sat on the edge. 
Leaning forward and she took my cock in her mouth.  I was already hard, but
the sight of her seated on the corner of the bed and the contact with her
warm mouth had the effect of making my cock swell even further.  She looked
up at me with her green eyes smiling with her lips wrapped around the
shaft. A glow of passion enshrouded us.  Starting with the intention of a
few tender moments of oral pleasure, I became inflamed in my own personal
lust.  I grasped her hair and began forcing my cock in and out of her
mouth, completely lost in the sensation.  Hearing her gasp slightly brought
my focus back to Erin.  Her eyes were watering, but it was obvious that she
was overcome by the same lust as I had been.  Her eyes hooded and her face
was flushed.

   "Oh my god!  Don't stop!" She panted in a ragged voice.

   I must have looked concerned, because she just let out a moan and took
my cock back in her mouth.  Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock,
and I responded with a moan of pleasure.  Her right hand found my left
hand, guiding me to the hair on the back of her head.  A realization of
what she wanted swept over me, and I grasped her hair tightly forcing my
member in and out of her mouth.  I was reveling in using her for my
pleasure and knew instinctively that it was exactly what she wanted too.

   It wasn't long before I could feel my orgasm rising.  I pushed her back
on the bed, and knelt between her thighs.  She looked up at me quizzically.
I stroked my cock and she understood.  Once again she reached down and
spread the pink folds of her vagina open to me, just as cum shot out and
spilled over her waiting labia.  I rubbed the head of my cock up and down
the length of her pussy, spreading the white fluid over her.  I basked in
the glow of my orgasm and the sensations of rubbing my slick fluids over
and into her pussy.  It didn't take long before she was shuddering with her
own very intense orgasm, and I fell on the bed beside her.

   "That was the first time you didn't treat me like a china doll..." She
said in a throaty voice, still getting her breath back.

   "Sorry, I got a little carried away..."

   "Promise you'll get a little more carried away sometime soon?" She
smiled seductively.

   "You liked it, huh?"

   "Mmhmm..." She snuggled close.  And we lay there in a bonded silence.

   "I guess we've found a way for a virgin to get pregnant..." She
whispered.

   I know she felt me tense up, because she continued, "Don't worry!  I'm
not pregnant!  But a virgin could give birth that way...  Just rubbing your
seed in...  It take a lot of trying though..."

   "Hmmmm...  Possibly..." I thought out loud, "Shall we keep trying?"

   "What?  Virgin conception?  I'm no Mary!" She giggled.  "You crazy?  As
good as that just was, I want to feel you deep inside me.  I hope you don't
make me wait too much longer."

   "Hmmmm...  I know people who think Mary wasn't the virgin that people
talk about." I murmured, and started to doze off.

   "Hey!  No fair falling asleep!" She shook me.  "There's that big hot tub
waiting for us."

   I stirred as she got up and went back into the shower.  I managed to sit
up on the edge of the bed as she returned, toweling off her crotch.

   "I see why some girls shave bare." She said in a snarky voice.  "It must
make it easier to rinse off dried cum..."

   She looked adorable as she dried herself.  Her wet hair was a lustrous,
deep red.  Muscles rippled under supple satin smooth skin.  Her nipples
were hard little knots atop small breasts.  She was irresistible.  I stood
and crossed the room to her, gathering her in my arms.  My cock stiffened
at contact with her soft skin.

   "Hey!  Think hot tub!" She giggled, pushing me away, reaching for her
dry bikini.  "Let's go!  The hot tub closes at 11:00"

   I only had the one set of cold, wet swimming trunks, which I reluctantly
pulled up, with Erin prodding me and finally pushing me out the door. 
Arriving at the hot tub, we found that the pool area was deserted, except
for two couples in the large hot tub.  The couples were both in their
thirties and obviously knew each other.  They seemed to have been deep in
discussion, but stopped as we approached and stepped down into the hot tub.
The two men were helpless - completely unable to keep their eyes off Erin's
young body.  Both received under water nudges from their wives and averted
their eyes.

   One of the two women became decidedly frosty, if such a thing is
possible in a hot tub, when Erin sat on my lap and draped my arm around
her. It had been bad enough when they thought that their husbands were
eyeing my daughter, but it was intolerable when she appeared to be my
lover. Mrs.  Frosty grew increasingly outraged.  Meanwhile, I could sense
Erin's complete amusement with the situation, as she snuggled close in a
very public display of affection.

   "Does your wife know?" the incensed woman gathered her courage to
demand, looking pointedly at my wedding ring.

   I feigned a puzzled look.

   "You're married and you're with this young girl.  Does your wife know?"
She repeated.

   "Oh, of course she knows..." I replied, and Erin raised her left hand up
out of the water to display her ring.  "In fact, we're on our honeymoon..."

   The accuser blushed beet red, sputtered a second and fell silent.  She
couldn't see her husband's face crinkle around the eyes and lips in a
slight but satisfying smile of a restrained laugh.  After this outburst,
their conversation was uncomfortable and ended completely within moments.
Finally the accuser's husband stood.

   "I think I'm sufficiently poached.  Eileen, let's go." He said in an
authoritarian tone.  "Good evening everyone."

   Eileen rose and quietly stepped out of the tub, nodding to their friends
who were not moving to follow.

   "We'll see you at breakfast!" The other woman said with forced
cheerfulness, as they left.  She then turned to us and continued in a low
voice.  "You have to excuse Eileen.  She thinks that Adam is having an
affair.  I think that's why she lashed out..."

   Her partner nudged her under the water, and she giggled.

   "Oh, you know it's more than that!" He chuckled.  "She's just a damn
prude!"

   Erin and I looked at each other with amusement.  Turning to the other
couple, I smiled and nodded.

   "Name's Harrison.  And this is Erin." I said.

   "I'm April"

   "Robert.  Robert Johnson."

   "When did you get married?" April asked.

   "Just last Sunday!" Erin ad libbed happily.  "If you think Eileen had a
problem with our age difference, you should have seen my Dad!  At least at
first!"

   We laughed.  And Erin continued.

   "So something happened to make Eileen suspect her husband, huh?" She
asked pointedly and looked back and forth between the two strangers.  They
looked at each other.

   "Not that I...  We know of!" April responded after a pause.

   "Oh!  I am sensing something!  Something was planned..." Erin said
raising her hands out of the water with sudden enthusiasm.  They looked her
as though she was odd.

   "It was planned...  to happen here..." Erin intoned waving her hands
horizontally over the surface of the bubbling hot tub's water, like a witch
performing her incantation over her cauldron.  I could hardly suppress a
laugh at the impromptu piece of theater and wonder at what ridiculous game
she was up to, and what a character she was.

   "Yes...  Here...  You had an pact...  A secret agreement...  But only
with him...  but she didn't like it..." Erin chanted and then stopped to
look at the couple.  I looked at them again.  They didn't regard her as
though she were nutcase anymore.  She had their complete attention.  I
looked back at her.  She was staring at them.  Suddenly I felt as though I
was the only who didn't know what the hell was going on.

   "How did you know?" April whispered.  Her husband was silent but his jaw
had dropped noticeably.

   "Know?  What do you know?" I interjected.

   "April, Robert and Adam wanted to convince Eileen to try swinging.  They
had brought it up here...  Moments ago...  Eileen didn't want to go along
with it.  In fact she was pissed." Erin explained and Robert's jaw dropped
further.

   "I'm right!  Aren't I?" Erin crowed triumphantly.

   April and Robert turned to me, and looked expectantly.  They wanted an
explanation.

   "Well?" I asked.  "Is she right?"

   "It's a bit scary...  Yes...  She's all too right!" Robert said looking
nervous and bewildered.  "How did she know?  Is she always like this?"

   I shrugged.

   "Yes, she's always like this.  How does she do it?  It's parlor tricks.
She should be a detective.  She notices details other miss.  She reads body
language like a book, and she's got hyper-sensitive hearing.  She probably
overheard some of your conversation when we walked in the door, but she
will never admit it." I theorized.

   Erin nodded to show agreement, and leaned towards April.

   "It all means that he..." She nodded my direction, "hasn't got a prayer
of getting away with fooling around behind my back without me knowing."

   "Why would he want to?" Robert muttered, grinning lecherously at Erin.

   "You're right..." I responded, even though it wasn't really a question.
I winked at Erin and added with complete honesty, "I don't do anything my
wife doesn't know about..."

   Erin cuddled up even closer amidst the hot bubbling water and kissed me
passionately, pretending that the other couple wasn't there.  I was
self-conscious, but her kisses were irresistible.  Her tongue traced the
outline of my lips, and darted between them to find the tip of my tongue.
Soon I lost my self-consciousness and was passionately returning her
affection.  I wasn't startled when I felt Erin's hand lightly grasp my cock
underwater.  I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw Robert and April
were following our lead.  I nudged Erin so she could see as well.  Just as
she looked, the back of April's red bikini top floated loose.  It was still
tied around her neck, but we caught a clear view of Robert's hand as he
lifted a large, firm breast in a passionate embrace.

   Emboldened by what I saw, I returned my attention to Erin.  My hands
explored her body under the water.  Feeling the force of a jet, I
maneuvered Erin until I had her positioned with the force of the jet on her
crotch, eliciting a gasp in response.  I slid my hand down the front of her
bikini bottoms, quickly finding my way into her.  The effect on her was
electric and seemed to radiate from her through the water.  I was consumed
with a desire to lift her out of the water and penetrate without waiting to
return to the room - regardless of who might observe us.

   "Oh god!  Yes!  Yes!" I heard her panting over the roiling water.  I
resisted the urge to rape her in front of April and Robert.  I knew from my
current state that it would not be sweet love making, I wanted to take her
roughly and urgently.  I couldn't do that to her.  It had to be more
loving. Slowly she came down from the crescendo of her orgasm, collapsing
in my arms.

   "Oh...  Harrison..." She mouthed as she kissed me.  "Thank you....  That
was wonderful..."

   I was brought back to reality suddenly by the sound of the door to the
pool area opening.  Karen's head appeared in the entrance way.

   "Folks, it's now five minutes to closing.  Have a good night!" She
called out, without even looking our way.

   "Oh damn!" April panted, her own bikini top now completely missing.

   'Let's go darling..." Robert said as he stepped out of the water.  His
wet swimsuit clung tightly to him outlining a spectacularly huge erection.
He leaned down to offer a hand to April, who allowed herself to be assisted
out of the water.  I caught an arched eyebrow in Erin's face at the
unobstructed sight of April's large, firm breasts.  She put her arms around
Robert, tilted her head back to receive a protracted kiss.  In the middle
of the kiss she dramatically arched her back and bent one leg at the knee,
pointing her toe.  This was a show for our benefit and I could tell that
Erin was enjoying it.

   The kiss broke and they turned to go, smiling at us.  Erin cleared her
throat.

   "Missing something?" She reached across the hot tub, fished out a flimsy
piece of red material floating there and held it up.

   April looked down, smiled mischievously and unashamedly took the piece
of fabric.

   "Care to join us for a nightcap?" She said huskily as she leaned over to
take her bikini top.

   I couldn't take my eyes off the wonderful view of April's full breasts.
There was a fraction of a second pause before Erin responded for us.

   "I can't drink.  I may be pregnant.  Besides, I'm only 18." She
responded.

   "Well, congratulations!" She winked at me.  "That was fast."

   "Thanks, We've been...  uh...  working at it..." I lied.

   "I'll bet you have!" Robert responded.

   After they had left, Erin laughed.

   "Liked April's boobies?" She taunted me.

   "I don't think I was the only person admiring them!" I shot back. 
"What's the business about being pregnant?  Wouldn't a simple 'no thank
you' have sufficed?"

   "What?  And have her try to convince us to go back with them?" She
responded incredulously.  "Did you see the size of his thing?  Could that
possibly fit in a woman?  I was scared about it when I first saw how big
you are, but him?  He's a horse!"

   "Oh, I'm just average, kid.  But I have no doubt that April likes his...
but, we'd better get going before Karen comes back to chase us out." I
kissed her again.  "I do love you, little girl..."

   We toweled off, and wrapped dry towel around our waists, before heading
back to the room.  Just outside the entrance to the pool, we found Karen
smoking a cigarette.  She smiled.

   "Are you enjoying your stay?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

   "The hot tub was wonderful!" I replied.

   "I'm sorry you couldn't have it to yourselves on your honeymoon..."
Karen sympathized.

   "Oh, the other couple was very...  interesting!" I commented, chuckling
to myself.

   "I imagine they were!  She didn't quite have her bikini back on when she
left..." Karen said, joining my laughter.

   "We thought it was amusing too.  You see that kind of thing all the time
when you close up?" I inquired.

   "I see it often enough.  It's a whole lot better than the drunken jerks
who break glasses or try to grope me!" Karen replied.  She put out her
cigarette and locked the door.  "You two enjoy your stay and the rest of
you honeymoon."

   Back in the room, we took a brief but pleasurable shower together to
rinse off the chlorine from the hot tub.  The shower ended with Erin on her
knees licking the length of my resurgent shaft.  She stopped after a moment
and looked up at me.

   "I read a story on the internet..." She returned her attention to my
phallus.

   "Don't leave thoughts unfinished!" I chastised her between moans.

   "It said that champagne and cum taste good together..." She smiled
wickedly, while the hot water streamed over her.  "and I've never even
tasted champagne..."

   "Well, this seems like a time for your first champagne!"

   We took our time toweling off, and laid some dry towels across the sofa.
The champagne bottle was still in its ice bucket, with glasses on the tray
next to it.  The bottle was dripping wet, so I retrieved a fresh hand towel
to wrap around it.  Erin made it clear that she wanted me to be seated,
while she went to the bed to bring extra pillows.  She indicated that I
should lean forward and she placed a pillow behind me.  Her bare breast
passed so close to my face, I couldn't resist latching my arms around her
and kissing the pink nipple atop the firm white mound.

   "Stop!" She giggled and pushed me back.  "I'm busy!"

   Playfully, she fought free of my groping and continued to arrange the
remainder of the pillows on floor in front of me.  She then seated herself
on the pillows and looked up at me smiling and expectant.  She had a gleam
in her green eyes.  Her red hair was still damp and a glistening dark
bronze color.  I reached for the champagne bottle.

   "Show me how to open it." She asked, reaching to take the bottle from
me. I leaned over close to her, putting arms around her.

   "Peel this lead covering off.  Yea...  Like that.  Now hold the cork
tightly with your left hand and in twist the wire there with the other
hand. Loosen it all the way.  Don't worry, the cork won't just fly out."

   "Isn't it supposed to?" She asked.

   "No, you're suppose to slowly ease it out.  Yeah, but slowly twist it.
Yeah, like that.  If it feels like it's gonna pop, hold it...  Let the
pressure ease a little and keep going."

   There was a slight pop and the cork was out and only a thin mist rolled
out of the bottle.  Erin beamed, very satisfied with her own success.

   "It's sorta like giving a blowjob...  You take it real slow and back off
to keep it from popping too quick...  The difference is that with a
blowjob, you want a really big pop in the end..." She giggled and I joined
her laughter.

   "You can really shoot the cork off a champagne bottle too...  or which
the top of the bottle off with a saber, but that's just a waste of good
bubbly!" I said still laughing.

   She set the bottle on the coffee table and then leaned closer to caress
my hard cock, giving it a kiss.

   "And it would be a waste of good cum not to let this pop outside my
mouth!" She whispered and then took the head of my cock into her lips.

   My response was uncontrollable.  I was hard, but contact with her lips
made me unbelievably harder.  I pushed my hips up towards her, but she
teasingly drew back.  My cock slipped from her lips.  Cradling it gently in
her hand, she attempted to look innocent and demur.

   "Sir!  You're not going to offer a lady a glass of champagne?"

   I could barely keep from laughing and what I really wanted to do was to
stuff it back in her mouth, but I refrained from doing either one. 
Instead, I adopted a mock formal tone.

   "Excuse me, Miss!  You don't look quite old enough to be drinking..."

   "Well, then perhaps I am not old enough for the intimate activities that
you seem to enjoy so much!" She said with mock seriousness, looking at my
hard member in her soft hand and batting her eyelashes.

   "Well, let's not put too fine a point on the age question!" I said,
trying not to laugh.  "May I pour you a glass of bubbly?"

   The glasses were still frothing when I leaned down, clinked glasses and
kissed her.  She took her first sip and dropped the play acting.  She
giggled when the bubbles tickled her nose.  I sat back in the sofa,
admiring the beautiful, naked lady sitting on the floor at my feet.  She
took a couple of sips of her champagne, and placed the glass on the coffee
table.  Her lips warmed quickly as she wrapped them around the head of my
cock.

   The next half hour was pure, prolonged sensual gratification.  Once
again she brought me to the pleasurable peak of a climax, without allowing
me the finality of a complete ejaculation.  She let the head of my cock
free from her mouth, kissing the shaft and licked down to my balls, gently
sucking them into her mouth.  I watched in fascination as she lavished
attention on me.  Stopping for a moment, still fondling me, she reached for
her champagne glass.  When she had taken the last sip from her glass, she
winked at me mischievously.  Tipping her glass over my cock, she dribbled
the remainder of the champagne down its length.  She then licked each drop
with the tip of her tongue.  Nothing was left to drip out when she tipped
the glass again.

   "All gone!" she said in a high pitched, childish voice - tilting her
head and looking up at me.  "Please, may I have more?"

   I refreshed her glass and she took a sip before resuming her attention
to my cock.  I sat back and just enjoyed the pleasurable experience. 
Slowly she worked me up to climax and kept me hovering there without
ejaculation.  So young and with relatively little experience and yet she
had a remarkable talent.  I was in a haze of sustained near orgasm,
becoming almost accustomed to this plateau, when I felt the sensations
suddenly change.  I opened my eyes and saw that Erin had arched her body
and spread her knees.  One hand was on the base of my cock and the other
hand was buried between her own thighs.  It was clear that she was close to
orgasm herself.  She was no longer in control of the situation and we were
both on the verge.  I focused and put a last minute effort into
self-control just as Erin lost it.  My organ slipped from her mouth and she
moaned uncontrollably, fingering herself wildly.  Her face rested in my
crotch, her eyes closed, with the length of my slick cock rubbing against
her cheek as she peeked in her orgasm.  The sight was so intensely erotic,
and the friction of her cheek rubbing against my cock, I knew I would cum
soon.  I leaned back and closed my eyes.  I could feel the pressure build
towards a monumental orgasm.  In my imagination I could see my semen
spurting out in copious quantities, lubricating the friction between my
throbbing cock and Erin's flushed face.  It didn't happen.  Just as my cum
surged up the length of my phallus, I felt Erin move and her lips encircled
its head.  I opened my eyes as the intensely pleasurable sensations rolled
over me.  I could see Erin's lips tightly sealed around my cock and her
hand cupping my balls.  I closed my eyes again and arched my back.  Erin
moved with me and keeping me in her mouth as my semen gushed into her. 
When the waves of the orgasm subsided and I reopened my eyes, my cock was
still hard and twitching in her mouth.  When I lovingly ran my fingers
through her hair, she opened her eyes, and slowly let me slip from her
mouth.  She gave me a funny smile.  Sitting up on the pillows, and holding
her head upright, she opened her mouth to show me that she'd retained my
cum throughout my orgasm.  Reaching for her glass of champagne, she raised
it in a silent toast.  I watched for a second in silent fascination as she
swirled a sip of champagne in her mouth with my fluids.

   "Ah!  Every bit as good as promised!" she sighed with satisfaction after
she had swallowed dramatically.

   I raised my glass and we clinked them together before sipping the
remainder.  With the champagne gone, I lifted Erin from her cushions on the
floor and physically carried her to the king sized bed.

   "Don't think that because this bed is so big that you'll get any more
space..." I muttered, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close in
the middle of the bed.

   "Don't worry..." she kissed me, "I am right where I want to be."

   She rolled over, still in my arms, and nestled her back against my
tummy. I wrapped my leg over her thighs.  The smooth warmth of her body
against mine was the pleasure in my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

   Chapter 08

   We got up late, dressed and went downstairs for breakfast.  One of the
couples from the hot tub the previous night, Eileen and Adam, were
finishing their breakfast.  I steered Erin to a table at the far end of the
restaurant, I wasn't awake enough to cope with another one of Erin's
amusing little drama's.  After the waitress had dropped off our menus and
filled our coffee cups, Erin leaned over to me, glanced over to the other
couple's table, and back at me.

   "Don't worry, I won't make a scene..." She whispered and winked at me.

   She was as good as her word until April and Robert appeared at the
entrance.  Erin saw them first and waved.  To my surprise, they came over
to greet us.

   "Good morning!" Erin chimed, to which they responded a little groggily.
It was clear that their evening had not ended when they had left the hot
tub.  I wondered whether they had ended up with Eileen and Adam after they
had left us.  Erin dispelled that suspicion right away.

   "Last night was fun!" She whispered conspiratorially.  "I wish we could
stay another night, but think you'll have fun tonight..."

   "What do you mean?" April asked.

   "I think you'll find the Eileen will be more open to your plans..." Erin
clarified.

   "More of your mysterious detective work?" Robert asked, obviously
curious.  I rolled my eyes.

   "No, call it a prediction!" Erin whispered, maintaining her
conspiratorial tone.

   Both Robert and April looked like they wanted to ask questions, but I
preempted them.

   "Looks like Eileen and Adam have finished their breakfast." I pointed
out.  "You might want to catch them."

   April waved at Eileen, who waved back, and Adam beckoned to them. 
Wishing us a good trip, April and Robert headed over to their friends'
table.  Eileen rose and gave both Robert and April a hug and a kiss,
lingering to whisper something in April's ear.  April was obviously pleased
with what she heard and kissed Eileen a second time.

   "Okay, Miss Fortune Teller, are you going to explain what that was all
about?" I pressed Erin.

   She sipped her coffee and scowled.

   "This is nowhere near as good as your coffee.  You've spoiled me..." She
said, ignoring my question and pushing her cup aside.

   "There's good coffee, and then there's what other people drink.  Try it
with cream and sugar, it will mask that flat flavor." I suggested.  "That
reminds me.  We're almost out of coffee.  We need to find a local coffee
roaster."

   "I'm not a coffee addict like you are...  I can take it or leave it..."
She taunted me.  "But if I'm gonna have it, I don't want anything but the
good stuff."

   I was almost done with my breakfast when it struck me that Erin hadn't
answered my question about the prediction she had made for April and
Robert. I wanted to know what cues she had picked up.  I was about to asked
again when the waitress came to bring us our check.

   On the way out of the restaurant, Robert caught my eye and flashed me a
surreptitious thumbs up sign, and I knew that Eileen was going to get laid.
Back in the room I packed our things, while Erin wrote a long comment on
the customer service survey.

   "With all you're writing there, Karen's sure to get promoted!" I said
looking over her shoulder.  I took an envelope out of the desk, stuffed
some twenties into it.

   "Let's leave her some immediate gratification.  Address this to Karen.
And we'll leave at the front desk for her." I said.

   I was surprised to see Karen at the front desk when we checked out. 
Erin got to give her the envelope and a hug, before we got back on the
road.

   Driving slowly and feeling very happy, we headed the RV towards the
Wisconsin Dells.  We had made a late start and didn't try drive drive very
far that day.  I had left home with the plan of getting to Mesa Verde on
time without having to drive any really long days.  My unplanned encounter
with Erin and the detour north had set me behind, but with my very loose
schedule, but I knew I could still catch up.

   The campground we chose that afternoon wasn't far and was very pleasant,
with large campsites nestled among trees.  After we had parked the RV, I
started making the hookups.  Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a
rusty, red pickup drive slowly past our campsite.  It struck me as being
eerily familiar, but I couldn't place why.  When I had finished the hookups
and had stabilized the RV, I unloaded the charcoal and started coals in the
campsite's barbecue.  I stepped back into the RV and found Erin curled up
on the bed.

   "What's wrong baby?  Don't you want to go swimming?" I asked, but she
just shook her head.  "Come on, the charcoals won't be ready for a while...
I'll race you!"

   She look up with a desperate look in her eyes.  Sitting next to her, I
dropped my joking tone.  Instead I held her head tenderly in my lap,
stroking her hair.

   "He's back." She said flatly.

   Suddenly the realization hit me.  She had been right all along.  It was
the red pickup.  I knew at that instant that I have seen it at least one
other time on our trip.  I tried to summon up a mental image of its driver
but drew a blank, cursing myself for not being more observant.  I didn't
want to alarm her but she seemed to sense that I finally understood.

   "You believe me?" She smiled at me looking relieved.

   "Yes...  I believe you..." I hugged her, kissing the top of her head,
but didn't say more.

   I felt her relax in my arms.  After a moment she spoke.

   "I can't tell you how much it means to me.  I feel so much better
knowing you don't think I'm a nut case." She smiled with a renewed twinkle
in her eyes.

   I briefly considered pulling up stakes and moving on and driving through
the night, but decided that he'd see us pulling out and follow.  It's
impossible to sneak around in this behemoth in broad daylight.  Instead, I
resolved to wake up around 2:00 AM and try to slip away unobserved.  If I
doubled back south and drove west all the next day, I could surely lose our
stalker.  I might not be able to hide the RV, but if I could get enough
miles between us, I felt certain that he wouldn't be able to find us.

   I didn't want to alarm Erin, so I gave her another hug and told her that
I was going to continue my dinner preparations.

   "What are we having?" she asked expectantly.

   "My famous margarita chicken fajitas!" I boasted.

   She looked so relaxed and cheerful, I wondered whether I was
over-reacting to threat of the stalker.  No, I was determined to get some
distance between us and that old red pick-up.  On the plus side, it would
get me closer to Mesa Verde.  I returned to my dinner preparations.  The
chicken only needed to go into its marinade of lime, tequila and fajita
spices, and sit in the fridge for a while.

   When Erin came out of the RV in her bikini and a towel over her
shoulder.

   "I'd rather that you don't go to the pool alone..." I suggested.  She
looked at me seriously.  "...three campsites down.  Don't look behind you.
I've seen that pickup before.  Just can't remember where.  Wish I'd been
paying attention to the driver.  Can't remember what he looks like..."

   "Let's just leave!  Ditch him!" She whispered nervously.

   "He'd just follow us.  We can't exactly sneak out in broad daylight in
this huge thing with Odyssey Photography emblazoned across it."

   "What are we gonna do?" She asked.

   "Pretend nothing's happened.  Swim.  Eat.  Sing.  Go to bed.  I'll get
up in the middle of the night and drive off quietly.  We'll lose him. 
Instead of highways, we'll head back south and west, taking the back roads.
He may be serious about following us, but we'll lose him." I said
confidently "So, we just act naturally.  Don't give him any reason to
suspect we know that he even exists."

   "You want me to sing?  Can't we just act tired and go to bed?  "

   "No, Let's let a crowd gather, like we usually do.  Talk about our plans
for heading to Minneapolis, where we plan to spend the next nights on
route, but we'll make it sound like we're staying here a few days.  Maybe
we can spot him, find out what he looks like, his name - something about
him."

   "Okay, but I'm gonna have my pepper spray handy." she said bravely.

   "Okay, I am going to put dinner on hold.  The chicken can marinate for a
while.  I just don't want you going to the pool alone, so we're going
together."

   "I can stay and help with dinner.  I don't have to swim."

   "No.  These coals need time, and the longer the chicken marinates the
better.  Let me get my suit on..."

   Erin smiled and sat down at the picnic table to wait while I changed. 
In the RV I found my swimming suit and rushed to get out to her.  Only
hours ago I had not taken her concerns seriously, and now I was nervous
leaving her out of my sight.  When I stepped out of the RV, I found her
where I had left her, writing in a notebook.  She looked up to give me a
reassuring look.

   "Yup, I'm still here..." She smiled, acknowledging my relief.

   "She looks as cool as a cucumber...  and now I'm the nervous one!" I
said to myself.

   "I heard that!" She smiled comfortingly.  "You said to act normally! 
Besides, I feel so much better just knowing that you believe me!"

   "Well let's go splash around!" I said with forced joviality.

   We walked quietly in the direction of the pool.  I felt her hand gently
take mine and my growing anxiety seemed to fade with the contact.  I was
responsible for her and we had a plan.  I knew we'd be fine.

   "You always said you could sense him out there.  Can you still?" I asked
as we walked.

   "Mhmm..." She murmured.

   "That hasn't changed." She continued after a pause.  "But I feel safe
with you.  I know you'll take care of me, so I can ignore him..."

   "Well, don't ignore him completely.  I trust your instincts." I advised.
"Let me know if you can pick him out."

   I wanted to swim laps with Erin, but decided not to wear myself out, so
I took a quick drip to cool off before staking out a deck chair to watch
her effortlessly slide through the water, lap after lap.  I was lost in a
trance of watching her, having lost count of her laps, startled I felt
someone standing next to me.  I jumped to my feet in alarm, only to be
faced by a large man.  He was watching Erin intently.  Needless to say, I
was in a stage of high alert.  He broke his gaze from Erin to me.  I was
puzzled.  He had an affable, friendly look about him, not what imagined our
stalker to look like, but he was watching Erin so that made him suspicious.

   "She quite a swimmer.  My granddaughter would love to meet her.  She
loves to swim too." He said smiling at me.

   His smile and mention of family was disarming.  He seemed genuinely
friendly, but it could be calculated to put me off guard.  I sized him up
quickly and doubted that he wasn't our stalker.

   "I'm sorry, I startled you." he apologized.

   He was a big, solidly built man - a good six inches taller than me,
clean shaven with a thick head of gray hair cropped high and tight.  There
was an air of military command about him that made his solicitous apology
seem out of place.

   "It's okay!  I wasn't paying attention.  It's a beautiful summer
evening, isn't it?" I finally said, extending my hand.

   "Earl Townsend." He said shaking my hand.  "This is my campground.  I
hope you're enjoying yourself."

   "Very nice place...  We're just here for..." I caught myself, "uh...  a
couple o' nights..."

   "You're the photographer.  The one with the RV, right?" He asked.

   "Yeah.  That's me!" I replied.

   "My wife showed me your web site." He continued, without taking his eyes
off of Erin doing her laps.  "You photograph some beautiful women."

   "Thanks...  How'd she know about my website?" I was puzzled.

   "I don't understand these things...  I'll have to ask her.  Maybe she
got it off that RV of yours?"

   "Hmmm...  Maybe she figured out from the name on the RV...." I
speculated.

   "Anyway, you've got some beautiful women you've photographed.  That
oriental girl and the blonde with her.  What a pair!  Salt and pepper!" The
lines around his eyes creased and he smiled appreciatively.  "You just work
with professional models, or do you take portraits too?"

   "I rarely work with professional models.  In fact Yana, the blonde, the
one posed with the oriental girl that you mentioned, is the only
professional on the web site, so far at least..."

   "Would you take a portrait of my wife and me?" Earl started to ask. 
Just then, Erin lifted herself out of the pool, and with water streaming
off her body, and her red hair dark and slicked down, she approached us.

   "Why I dare say she's more beautiful in real life, if you don't mind me
saying so..." Earl looked at me with a twinkle in his eye as he spoke in a
low voice.  I just nodded in agreement.  I was at ease with the big fellow.

   I handed Erin a towel and introduced her to Earl.  She smiled sweetly
and shook the hand he offered.  We talked a little more while Erin dried
herself, but I would be the first to admit that we weren't paying much
attention to the conversation.  Erin was a bit of a distraction.  When she
was dry enough and had put her T-shirt on, we said our goodbyes and started
back to the RV.

   "If you'd like to join us this evening for a beer, feel free to stop by
around 7:00!" I called to back to Earl.  "Erin brought her guitar!"

   "Sounds like a plan!" Earl responded and began swimming his laps.

   "He's a permanent resident..." I commented.

   "More like the owner." Erin said in a definitive voice.

   The coals had burned down by the time we returned to our campsite, so I
added a more and buried them in the embers.  In the kitchen, I sliced
onions and red peppers while Erin took a quick shower.  Quick is never an
accurate term to describe a young woman in a shower.  I had the chicken on
the charcoal grill outside and I was saut�(C)ing the onions and peppers on
the stove inside when she stepped out of the bathroom.  She made no effort
to hide her body and I felt physically compelled to watch her.  I almost
burned my hand looking at her instead of the hot frying pan in front of me.


   We sat at our picnic table and ate out fajitas quietly.  Erin wasn't
gripped in panic as she had been before, but she wasn't able to hide her
fear completely.  After dinner, Erin went into the RV and I followed her.
The door wasn't closed and she melted into my arms.  Her worry and fear
flooded into me.

   "Hey!  Don't worry!  We'll be fine.  I'm not going to let anything
happen to you.  " I tried to visualize calm self-confidence to support her.
I could feel her fear ease somewhat.

   We stood there in each other's arms for what seemed like a long time. 
My persistent calm won out and we parted with a lover's kiss.  Erin went to
get her guitar when her phone rang.  It was Ross.  I suspected that they
would talk a while, so I got a beer and found my large 4 cell Magnum
flashlight.  It wasn't dark yet, and I normally use one of those small
ultra-bright LED flashlights, but tonight I liked the solid heft of the old
metal flashlight.

   Sitting in a canvas camp chair, I made my daily call to Kathryn and
filled her on my day, listened to her tell about her day and got my update
on Lin and her girlfriend, Michelle, as well as the progress of Naomi's
pregnancy.

   I was drinking my second beer, when Erin emerged once more in her jeans
and a bikini top, carrying her guitar.  She was smiling and gorgeous.

   "How's Ross?" I inquired.

   "He's so sweet.  He wanted to come protect me, but he said he thought I
was safe with you.  "

   "You could ask him to join us if you want..."

   "No!  This is OUR trip.  I have you to myself...  and you have me.  It's
about us.  I like Ross and want to spend more time with him, but that's for
later."

   As I laughed, she began tuning her guitar.  She struck a chord and
started humming along as she seemed to be working out a tune on the guitar.
I watched, absorbed by her obvious concentration and talent.  She looked up
and smiled at me, went back to her focused mode and started humming again
and seemed to be trying to remember once familiar lyrics.  She started in a
clear alto with a familiar country twang to her voice.

   "He was working through college on my grandpaw's farm.  I was thirsting
for knowledge and he had a car.  I was caught somewhere between a woman and
a child.  When one restless summer we found love growin' wild.  On the
banks of the river on a well beaten path.  It's funny how those memories
they last.

   Like strawberry wine and seventeen.  The hot July moon saw everything.
My first taste of love oh bittersweet.  Green on the vine.  Like strawberry
wine."

   She looked up again when she finished and I raised my beer bottle in the
sign of a toast.

   "Where did that come from?  It's beautiful song."

   "Deanna Carter.  It's called Strawberry Wine.  Sorry...  don't remember
it all." We looked up and some other campers had stopped at the edge of our
campsite.  Erin started strumming again, and started another song in the
same voice.  Probably another Carter song.  This one was a little more
raucous and I could hear the laughter of the women behind me.  I waved and
pointed to the benches at the picnic table.  Erin started on another lively
tune that I suspected was also by Carter.

   "Flowers and wine is what I thought I would find When I came home from
working tonight Well now here I stand, over this frying pan And you want a
cold one again

   I bought these new heels, did my nails Had my hair done just right I
thought this new dress was a sure bet For romance tonight Well it's
perfectly clear, between the TV and beer I won't get so much as a kiss As I
head for the door I turn around to be sure Did I shave my legs for this

   Now when we first met you promised we'd get A house on a hill with a
pool Well this trailer stays wet and we're swimmin' in debt And now you
want me to go back to school

   I bought these new heels, did my nails Had my hair done just right I
thought this new dress was a sure bet For romance tonight Well it's
perfectly clear, between the TV and beer I won't get so much as a kiss As I
head for the door I turn around to be sure Did I shave my legs for this?

   Darlin' did I shave my legs for this?"

   When she stopped, there was applause and laughter.  She nodded to the
crowd and smiled at me.  I looked around the people who had gathered,
wondering whether our stalker was on the fringe of the audience.  She sang
more and the crowd clearly knew many of her songs, as the happily sang
along in the choruses.  It grew darker and the crowd thinned out a little.
Erin put down her guitar and we sat and talked with Earl and some others
who had joined us.  The campsite was lit by the outside light of our RV and
the lamps of neighboring campsites.  It was never really dark and people
were around, so we felt safe.

   When the other campers had retreated to their own campsites and we were
finally alone, I stood, stretched and said more loudly than necessary,
"Let's turn in and get rested for a long hike tomorrow..." Erin stood and
preceded me to the RV, opening the door.

   "Oh, my guitar..  morning dew would ruin it." And she circled back
behind me.

   I was lifting a foot to step, halfway into the RV, when I heard her
piercing scream right behind me.  Turning, I saw a tall blonde man with his
hand over Erin's mouth as he started to drag her away from me.  I took two
steps in their direction, it seemed like I was moving in slow motion,
trying to walk under water.  He was dragging Erin away.  In the dim light,
I could see the terrified look in her eyes.  I heard a crunch and popping
twangs but didn't focus on the source of the distraction.

   Nobody was going to steal this girl from me!  Feeling disembodied, like
an outside observer, I watched myself pivot slowly, raising the Magnum
flashlight and swing the flashlight in a wide arc with my arm fully
extended.  There was a dull thud.  The heavy barrel of the flashlight hit
the side of his head.  There was a startled look on his face and Erin
slipped from his lax arms.  He swiveled and dropped to the ground, face
down.

   Erin ran to my arms.  We stood there dully for a moment.  Recovering my
senses, I took Erin's cell phone from her clenched fist and called 911,
informing the operator of the event and where we were located.

   The flashlight was still clutched tightly in my hand, but the stalker
didn't move.  I cautiously approached him and kicked his leg.  He still
didn't move.  Horrified, I knelt beside him and felt for his pulse at his
neck, holding the flashlight raised in the other hand.  I couldn't find a
pulse, was he dead?

   I sat at a picnic table with my arm around Erin.  The flashing lights
announced the arrival of a Sheriff's deputy.

   "I think killed that man..." I said dully to the young deputy in front
of me.  He stooped to check the corpse for a pulse, just as I had done.

   The deputy returned to his cruiser and talked on his radio.  A small
crowd had gathered before her returned.

   "Sir, I'll have to ask you to come with me.  I'll need to take a
statement and we'll determine whether charges will be filed."

   "Deputy, I don't think that will be necessary." said a large man
stepping forward from the crowd.  It was Earl.  The deputy straightened and
respectfully greeted him.

   "Sheriff..." he said, obviously nervous.  "Seems we have a case of
manslaughter, maybe even murder."

   "I'm retired, Murphy.  Relax.  This is no murder." The tall man
responded.  "Manslaughter neither.  Turn the deceased over, you'll see."

   In the headlights of the deputy's cruiser we could see the soil had
darkened around the fallen stalker.  The deputy carefully turned the body
over and the cause of death was clear.  I hadn't seen the hunting knife in
his hand, but he'd fallen on the blade.

   "He probably bled to death..." I moaned.  "I thought I'd killed home
when I hit him in the head..."

   "It was an armed assault, Mr..?" Earl looked at me as though we'd just
met for the first time.

   "Sutter, Harrison Sutter."

   "If your blow to his head had killed him, and if I were sheriff, I would
have called it justifiable - you were defending the young lady." he
continued.  "Does anyone know who he is or where he came from?"

   Deputy Murphy spoke up.  "His pockets are empty, sir.  Except for this
set of keys."

   "That's his pickup down there," Erin contributed in a shaking voice. 
"He's been following us for a while.  Stalking us since Indiana or
Illinois."

   "Murphy, I suggest you check out that campsite.  Figure out who he is.
He checked in alone?  Don't figure you need a warrant to search his truck.
Dead men don't have much need of warrants."

   Earl sat down and Erin brought us all beers.  He started to refuse.

   "I believe you said you're retired.  Can -(TM)t very well refuse because
you're not on duty!"

   He laughed.  "You got me there.  Sometimes habits don't go away when you
retire.  So there seems to be a story here.  Care to share it?"

   Erin launched into the story, starting with the first time she sensed
him.  Her foreboding of his malicious nature was just related as a 'creepy'
feeling that he gave her, which drew our attention to him.  She didn't
comment on our relationship, just that we were on a summer road trip.

   While they were talking, and the Sheriff wrote quickly while Erin
talked. I called Kathryn and filled her in.  She then wanted to talk to
Erin to assure herself that she was alright.

   "Excuse me, Sheriff.  My wife wants to talk to Erin." He raised his
eyebrows and nodded - a thoughtful look.  Erin took the phone and wandered
back to the RV to talk.

   "She's a good kid.  Smart.  Mature.  calm.  Not many kids her age - how
old is she?"

   "18"

   "Exactly my point.  Not many kids her age would be able to be so clear
and accurate in her report.  Believe me.  I've taken a lot of crime reports
from victims.  Good kid."

   He looked at me like he could read my mind.  He expected a response -
some offer of additional information.  It was a long awkward pause as he
wait for me to speak.  At a loss as to what else to say, I just said,
"You're right about that!"

   Deputy Murphy returned and stood ready to report out.  At a nod from the
Sheriff, he started.

   "The deceased is one Adam J.  Reynolds.  Driver's license from West
Virginia.  Expired.  Found photographs of Mr.  Sutter, the young lady, and
their RV on this little camera.  There was this map too, with a route
highlighted."

   He handed the several clear evidence bags over to the Sheriff, who
passed the camera to me, but kept the map.

   "Recognize where the photos were taken?" He studied the map through its
bag.

   It was taken when Ross helped us with the photoshoot in the lake.  Erin
was topless.  I looked up at Earl.  "Yeah.  That was Forked Run State
Park." I flicked through photos and say Erin and sometimes me at different
locations on our trip, including on the university campus and leaving the
hotel.

   "Well, let's see Harrison, he's been following you and Erin since
then.." He glance back and proceeded to list every one of our overnight
stops, including several places we stopped to eat, or sightsee.  He even
read off the name of our hotel in Madison.

   "That pretty well sums up our trip," I said.  We were interrupted by the
arrival of the coroner and a tow truck.

   When the coroner had removed the body, the retired Sheriff spoke in
clipped sentences.  Almost staccato.  "Here's your eye witness report,
Murphy.  The deceased stalked his victims across five states, and assaulted
this pretty young singer here.  Attempted to drag her away.  He had a hand
over her mouth.  She couldn't scream.  I only heard the guitar break. 
Popping strings and cracking wood.  It happened real fast.  Her father... "
He turned to me and looked closely.  "...her companion, defended her with a
flashlight.  One blow to the temple.  The perpetrator fell on his own
knife. Mr.  Sutter called 911 to report the incident."

   "Thank you, Sir," the deputy nodded.  "I think we have this wrapped up,
if you don't mind signing this statement, I think we can handle the rest of
it in the morning." He handed me the handwritten statement most of which
Earl had written while interviewing Erin.  Looking to Earl for affirmation
he continued, "Yes, why don't you get a good night's rest and we'll talk in
the morning."

   "Oh my god!  He stepped on my new guitar!  He ruined it, Harrison!" Erin
looked like she might cry.

   "That's the least of it, baby." I consoled her.  "We'll find another one
tomorrow."

   "I'm sure you will...  Here, you sign here," Earl added handing papers
to which I signed without question, "and this young pup can go home to his
pretty wife." Murphy blushed and took the papers.

   The deputy drove off, leaving us with the retired Sheriff.

   "So...." the retired sheriff rumbled.  "I guess that wasn't the run of
the mill evening for you two..."

   "Uh, not exactly an everyday occurrence.  Thanks for your help.  I don't
know what would have happened if you hadn't been here and seen everything."
I said.  "The deputy seemed afra...  to respect you."

   "Damn straight he's afraid of me.  I hired and trained both him, and his
boss, the current Sheriff.  But he's a good kid.  He'll turn out okay, when
he grows up, if he lives long enough." He said gruffly and then softened.
"I liked Erin's singing.  Hate to see you leave the campground, cause of an
idiot.  Besides, I feel responsible for you.  I own the campground.  We
will get you relocated to another campsite and close this one off.  Sorry
for that inconvenience.  "

   "Well, we had planned on pulling up stakes and heading out at 3:00 AM,
just to get away from that stalker...  he's not gonna follow us anymore," I
responded.  "so I guess we can think about staying.  about it."

   "It's settled.  You both come over for breakfast..." he winked at Erin,
"Whenever you happen to wake up!  The Missus will be happy to meet you
two." He winked again and departed.

   After we had moved the RV to the new campsite, and I was alone with Erin
in the RV, I felt the adrenaline drain from me and exhaustion creep over
me. I could see the same collapse coming over Erin.  Wordlessly, we
undressed and crawled into bed, arranged ourselves in our usual spooning
position and drifted off to sleep.

   I awoke with the sensuous feeling of Erin's lips and tongue on my cock.
The moonlight shining through the skylight, bathing the bed in silver
light. I reached out and ran my fingers through her shimmering red hair. 
She looked up at me, trying to smile with my cock half buried in her mouth.
Without breaking eye contact, she slowly let my cock slide from her mouth
until the swollen head slipped from her lips.

   "Did I wake you up?" she asked innocently.  I chuckled and drew her up
to a kiss.  An intense feeling of passion flooded through me as our lips
met, my own aching need seemed to be matched - even amplified - by Erin's.
Her small breasts pressed against my chest and my cock, slick with her
saliva, rubbed against her labia.  I wrapped my arms around her torso,
holding her close and still she managed to move her hips in a slow rhythmic
motion keeping her clitoris in constant sensual contact with the length of
my shaft.  My tongue darted between her lips, finding the tip of hers.

   A growing sense of her impending orgasm washed over me as her hips moved
more rapidly.  Almost completely overwhelmed with our arousal, I loosened
my hold on her.  She sat up in one fluid motion, drawing her knees up to my
waist and sitting back on her heels.  She arched her back, lifting her
hands to run her fingers through her red mane.  Her hips rocked back and
forth, creating an erotic friction as her swollen labia lips rubbed the
length of my cock.  Through my increasingly intense sexual arousal, I was
amazed at the lucid clarity with which I was still able to observe her,
indeed both of us.  The intensity and intimacy didn't feel in anyway
diminished by the objective visual clarity.  In my mind's eye I could see
myself lying on my back, my fit but older body reacting to the writhing of
my young lover over me.  As her back arched, her small, firm breasts
pointed their hard, red nipples upward.  The muscles in her tummy rippled
under her smooth skin.  Her hand glided down from her hair, to cover her
face for a brief moment, and the down to cup her own breasts.  She rolled
her own nipples between her fingertips, in a motion I thought to be similar
to how I loved to play with her tits.

   She continued her rocking motion and her hands played across her belly.
An intense sexual heat radiated from the contact between my engorged member
and her wetness.  My cock felt - and appeared - more swollen than I had
ever experienced.  The sight of it, throbbing and wet, disappearing under
Erin's bare pussy as she rocked forward made me realize that she had shaved
the small patch of red fur that had proved her to be a true redhead.

   "Mmmm...  " She moaned.  "You like that?"

   "Mmmhmmm....  Feels amazing..." I struggled to reply.

   "I shaved it for you..." Her voice husky.

   She lifted her hips up and used her left hand to gently force me down on
my back when I tried to rise to embrace her.  Her right hand gently grasped
my shaft and rubbed the swollen head up and down the length of her slit.  I
watched mesmerized as she positioned me at the entrance to her vagina,
letting her hand slip away, and leaving the head of my cock seemingly
gripped in a kiss by her protruding labia lips.

   I looked to her eyes, hooded by her eyelids, were clear and bright.  I
saw a pleading look of love and passion.  I knew that this was inescapably
the moment and wanted it as much as she did.  She smiled and lowered
herself slowly on my shaft.  I tensed for a second, anticipating the
resistance of her hymen, but there was none.  She was tight and sensuously
warm as she enveloped my fully erect penis.  It seemed like it took forever
for her lower herself on me.  Each slow moment was bliss to be treasured as
the head of my engorged cock penetrated the virgin reaches of her womb.

   Finally she was sitting back on her heels and I was fully inside her. 
She sat still experiencing for the first time the full sensation of her own
penetration.  So tightly engulfing me, I could feel her slightest movement,
even her low panting breaths.  I imagined that I could even feel her
sensation of being stretched almost to the point of being uncomfortable. 
Despite my desire to the contrary, I held still to give her time to adjust
to me filling her.  She leaned over me, supporting herself with her arms
outstretched and her red hair hanging over my face.  She had her eyes
closed and a strained look on her face.

   "Oh my fucking god..." She swore in a husky whisper.

   "Relax baby..." I responded.  I felt her do just the opposite and she
almost squeezed me out of her.  I reached up and ran my hands up and down
her back in a gentle massage.  Slowly, she slumped down into my arms.  Her
breasts against my chest and I felt the muscles of her vaginal walls relax
around my cock.  She was still amazingly tight, but I could sense her
discomfort dissipate.  I kissed her neck and stroked her hair.

   "Oh, now that was more than I expected...." she rasped.

   "Hey, at least you didn't have hymen to rip apart..." I teased, feeling
her vaginal muscles begin to ripple with little contractions around me.

   "I knew that was gone...  A run in with a vibrator..." She chuckled deep
in her throat that turned into a moan of growing pleasure.  Her hips began
to move, ever so slightly.  I held myself still to allow her to get used to
the sensations that my intrusion inside her was causing.  She was getting a
little rhythm going when suddenly she lifted her hips up high and my slick
cock slid right out of her, flopping down on my belly.

   "Let's start again..." she said in a throaty voice, tugging me to roll
over on top of her.  Positioning me between the thighs, she raised her
knees.  I didn't need clarification on what she wanted.  I could feel her
need, but she left no room for doubt.

   "Jesus, Harrison!  Fuck me.  Fuck me hard!" she expressed her need in a
guttural manner.  I was consumed with the same desire.  This wasn't just
about sex, or passion.  After events of the evening, this was an
affirmation of life...  an expression of our mutual will to reject the
insanity and death in our world - and yes, to be quite honest, it was about
my pent up desire to fuck this girl silly.

   I was sure that any man in my position would have done the same thing, I
leaned on my left elbow to keep from crushing her with my weight while I
reached down with my right hand to position myself at the entrance to her
pussy.  I looked into her slightly glazed eyes and didn't pause as I thrust
deeply within her her.  Her eyes opened wide with a look of astonishment
and she let out a whoosh of air as I thrust down hard and the impact of my
abdomen on hers caused her diaphragm to compress.

   "Oh Jesus!  Yess!!!  Fuck me like that!" I heard her scream, but I was
too caught up in the passion of the moment to caution her about her screams
waking the neighboring campers.  Hell, we didn't know them anyway.  Let
them be jealous of the older guy fucking a girl the age of his daughter.

   "Fuck me harder!  Jeezzz!"

   I said nothing, struggling to breathe as I began long fast strokes, with
the head of my cock almost slipping out on the upstroke and burying fully
in her on the down stroke.  Soon we were both panting in sync with my
thrusts.  An palpable orgasmic shroud seemed to cover us, leaving me
uncertain where I was separate from her.  It truly felt as though we were
joined in a way some way more than the mere physical coupling.  We were
both shuddering in a shared, overwhelming orgasm.  I could feel that
special tingling feeling radiating out from my balls into her womb and
belly.  Her nipples felt like the were on fire when they pressed against my
chest.  The hot cum came surging up my cock, burning its way into her.  As
my orgasm peaked, I could feel her body wracked with pleasure and I heard
her high pitched keening wail as she responded to the explosion of semen
inside her.  Totally spent, I collapsed to one side of her, so that my
torso next to her and with my penis was still hard and twitching inside
her.

   I awoke once more when I felt her lips brushing mine in a light kiss.

   "Sorry.  I didn't mean to wake you...." She whispered.  "I love you.."

   "Don't worry about waking me with a kiss and an I-Love-You!" I smiled at
her.  "I think our love making may have woken the entire campground!"

   "Hmmm?" she nuzzled my neck affectionately.  "Did we shake the RV that
much?"

   "Uhhh...  No...  It was your...  Shall we call them...  Vocalizations?"

   "Huh?" She appeared genuinely puzzled and curious.

   "Baby, I loved it but you scream and squeal...  Admittedly with passion,
but no argument you were loud." I said, careful to keep my voice
affectionate.

   "Screamed?" She looked distressed.

   "Yeah, and loud." I replied.  "Don't worry we will be leaving and anyone
who heard will just think it was an interesting evening!"

   "I did not scream!" she said emphatically.

   "It's not a bad thing!  You're hot!  I loved it!" I reassured her.

   "I didn't say a word, let alone scream!" She insisted.  "What did you
supposedly hear me say?"

   "Let me see.  Once you screamed something like, 'Fuck me like that!'
right before our orgasm you yelled, 'Fuck me!' and finally you were just
keening a high pitch.  I swear you did." I said earnestly and Erin looked
shocked to silence.

   "Harrison...  I didn't scream those things, but...  I thought them..."
she stammered.  "Thought them?" It was my turn to express disbelief.

   "yes...  I didn't speak those things, I thought them.  I remember
flashing back to that time in the hotel and wanting to tell you to fuck me
hard..." She said convincingly.  "This is weird..."

   "Tell me something..." I asked and she nodded.  "Did you scream when he
grabbed you.  The police report you gave said you couldn't because he had
his hand over your mouth.  And Earl said he only heard the guitar break,
but..."

   She looked at me silently for a moment.

   "It really wasn't just his hand that stopped me from screaming...  I was
terrified.  I was so startled...  I remember feeling paralyzed and thinking
how I needed to scream out loud, but I couldn't make my voice work!  My
scream just filled my head, but I couldn't get it out.  Then you just
whipped around like lightning fast and hit him with that flashlight.  It
was amazing!"

   "It's strange how we each remember it differently...  I distinctly
remember hearing you scream and it seemed like I was trying to turn
underwater, I was moving so slowly, I was terrified that I'd lose you!" I
shook my head in confusion, and snuggled closer to her.

   I slept fitfully, waking frequently from vivid dreams, usually involving
the leering face of Erin's attacker.  Whenever I woke up, she was awake
too, so I knew that she slept no better than I did.



   Chapter 09

   I awoke again with a start.  Someone was knocking at the door, and from
the angle of the sun streaming through the window, I knew it was
mid-morning.

   "Wake up, sleepyheads!" I heard Earl's distinct voice.

   "Yeah, yeah!" I shouted back.  "What's the emergency?  The RV on fire,
or somethin?"

   "Worse!" he barked back and paused.  "You'll miss breakfast!  And it
would be criminal to miss a breakfast that Emmy's whipped up!"

   Before I could come up with a joking retort, Erin bounded out of bed
yelling, "We're coming!  We're coming!  I'm starved!"

   I could only laugh as she disappeared into the bathroom.  Waiting, I lay
back in bed.  Thinking back on our lovemaking the night before, I smiled.
My erection was returning rapidly and my stomach rumbled its protest of
hunger - sex or food?  It was an easy choice for me.  I could afford to
lose a few pounds and I could think of no exercise more pleasurable than
making love.

   "You getting ready?" Erin called out from the bathroom.  "I'm starved!"

   It was obvious that she knew I wasn't even out of bed.  Heck, she
probably knew what was on my mind and even what was in my hand.  I swung my
legs over the side of the bed, sat up and stretched.  Erin emerged from the
bathroom, clad in matching pink panties and bra, I had already pulled on a
clean pair of shorts and had a polo shirt in my hand.  She looked
irresistible, but she struggled when I pulled her into my arms.

   "I'm hungry!" She whined, laughing at my moan of disappointment.  "I
know what you want and you'll just have to wait!" She gave my erection a
gentle squeeze through my shorts and proceeded to pull on a denim skirt and
a pink tank top.  I resigned myself to appreciating her lithe body moving
around me.  Dressed and ready to leave, she looked at me.  I was still
holding the shirt in my hand.

   "You on strike or just not awake?" She smiled at me.

   "Protesting an absence of affection." I pouted.  Erin darted towards me,
placing a kiss on my lips and dodging away before I could grab her.

   "Go brush your teeth, shave and get ready!  Hurry!"

   I knew when I was beaten and slumped into the tiny bathroom.  When I
emerged from the bathroom ready to go, Erin startled me by leaping into my
arms, throwing me against the bathroom door and smothering me with kisses.

   "Whoa..." I protested between kisses, but I didn't protest too much.  I
pulled her close and our embrace became more heated.  "What changed...  Not
hungry anymore?"

   "I got to thinking about last night...  and I knew you wanted to... 
again..." She said between kisses.  "and I want to..."

   She guided my hand down to her ass, encouragingly.  Lifting her knee up
to my waist, I felt her skirt ride up and I cupped her bare ass in my hand.


   "Slow down, girl friend!  I thought you were hungry!" I said between
kisses.  "Let's go take Earl up on his offer of breakfast..."

   "I thought that you wanted..." she said coyly.

   "Oh, believe me I do!" I winked at her.  "but let's have breakfast
first."

   Erin smiled, twisted around in my arms positioning her ass against my
groin and wiggled provocatively.  I moaned, but let her slip out of my
clutches.  Heading for the door, she stopped, adjusted her skirt, tugging
at the hem to pull it down.  I caught a flash of something pink out of the
corner of my eye.  Stooping over I snatched up Erin's panties from the edge
of the bed.

   "Missing something?" I asked with a chuckle.  She responded by pulling
up the back of her skirt to expose her bare bottom, and quickly pulling the
hem down again.

   "See what you missed?" And she opened the door.

   "You're going to breakfast with no panties on?" I asked incredulously.

   "It'll remind us about our unfinished business..." She winked over her
shoulder as we stepped out of the RV.

   Chuckling to myself, I tossed the panties on a chair and followed her
across the campground to Earl's house by the swimming pool.  I was still
smiling when a medium height, slender woman answered the door.  Her long,
black hair was starting to show streaks of gray and casually pulled back in
a loose ponytail.  She wore a chef's apron tied over blue jeans and a denim
cowboy shirt with opal snaps.

   "Welcome!  Earl!  They're here!  Come on in!  I'm Emmy - the better
half." Her dark eyes glistened with her friendly mischievous nature.  Emmy
reminded me of someone, but I couldn't place it.  She had a smooth, dark
complexion, whether from tanning or heritage I couldn't tell.  I tried to
avoid staring as we entered her home, but my eyes were attracted to her
distinctive beauty.  Dark eyes, high cheekbones and her graying black hair
led me think Native American.

   "Ojibway?" I heard Erin ask bluntly.  I was horrified that Erin would
make that her first word even before a simple "hello."

   "You'll have to excuse Erin, she's..."

   "She's right!" Emmy interrupted me in a voice that was almost musical
with the joy.  She was smiling.

   "I proud of my heritage and it delights me when people recognize it. 
How did you know I'm Ojibway?" she asked turning to Erin, who now looked
abashed and quiet.

   "She's an exceptionally good with her guesses and slow with social
graces." I replied for her after a silent pause.  Erin smiled and stuck her
tongue out at me.

   "Steak and eggs!!" Earl boomed, entering the living room through the
back door, "The steaks are almost done, I hope you like'm rare!  We'll eat
real soon!" and with that he circled right back out the door to his grill.

   "Hope you're hungry...  How do you like your eggs?" Emmy smiled at us
but rolled her eyes at her husband.  She took our orders and Erin followed
her to the kitchen.  I followed the smell of coffee to the kitchen.  I was
rewarded with a steaming mug and chased back into the living room by Erin
waving a spatula.  It was a small kitchen with no room for spectators, so I
headed out the back door to find Earl, but the steaks were ready.  So I did
a U-turn land followed him back through to the living room bearing a
platter of sizzling steaks, Earl motioned me to the table.  Not long after,
Erin followed Emmy from the kitchen bearing a plate piled high with home
fries and another with pancakes.  Emmy carried four plates with fried eggs.
There was far more food on our plates than any one person could possibly
need.  There wasn't much talk as we ate.  I guess we were all hungry.  To
my surprise Erin managed to clean her plate, leaving only the fatty
trimming of her steak.

   "That hit the proverbial spot!" Earl rose to clear the table and patted
his stomach with satisfaction.  "With a late breakfast like that, who needs
lunch!"

   "Certainly not my cholesterol levels or my arteries!" I moaned with
post-feast pleasure.

   Emmy followed him into the kitchen, carrying the remaining plates.  Erin
stood and stretched her arms high above her head, showing off her flat
tummy below her tank top, and as her skirt rode up, she reminded me that
her panties were back on a chair in the RV.  A sly wink told me that her
little display was quite purposeful, but she deflated suddenly and looked
somewhat embarrassed.  I looked over my shoulder and saw Emmy looking on
with a twinkle in her eye.

   "Ahhhh...  Youth.  It's wonderful, isn't it Harrison?" Emmy said in an
amused and appreciative voice, which only made Erin blush.  She was still
blushing when Earl returned.

   "Okay, what's up in here?" He looked instinctively to Emmy for an
explanation.

   "It's not a crime scene, Sheriff!" Emmy teased him.  "Nothing to
investigate...  Erin, come on, I've got something to show you..." Emmy
tilted her head towards the master bedroom, and before we could think of
following she continued, "Girl talk!"

   Earl and stood in the living room silent for a moment.

   "Humph...  Girl talk.  If they got girl talk, what's guy talk?" Earl
grumbled.

   "Hoops?" I joked.

   "My back -(TM)s too old for one on one...  Free shots?"

   We took turns shooting at the hoop, I was doing better than I had in
awhile.  In fact we we so evenly matched that we stopped keeping score and
fell into a rhythm alternating between shooting and catching the rebound.
We continued in companionable silence, until Earl broke it.

   "Erin okay?"

   "I think so." I replied.  "But she hasn't talked about it yet.  I
suspect it'll hit her later -- Me too."

   "Yea.  I expect you're right."

   "How much does Emmy know about what happened?" I asked.

   "I briefed her on it.  It's probably part of their girl talk." He
shrugged as another ball swooshed through the net without touching the rim.
I caught it and arched it back to him before it hit the ground.

   "How long have you to known Erin?" He looked at me briefly.

   "About a week."

   "You've been with her a week and your wife knows?" He arched an eyebrow
and his shot rebound off the backboard.  I nodded as I caught the ball and
circled around to line up my shot.  "She doesn't mind?"

   "We have an unusual relationship.  She's talked to Erin regularly since
I met her." As we kept shooting, I told Earl the story of meeting Erin in
the caf�(C), leaving out the interlude with Angela and the sexual aspects
of my relationship with Erin.

   "Sounds like a middle aged guys dream, apart from you recently deceased
stalker." Earl commented when I had brought the story up to the present. 
"You been sleeping with her the whole time?"

   "We've shared the same bed..." I said levelly.

   "I figured there's only one in that little RV." He chuckled and passed
me the ball and didn't press me any further.  "You're a lucky guy."

   "No shit!" I responded.  "I'm lucky he didn't hurt her..."

   We fell silent for a while again, until Earl shrugged.  I "Have I beaten
you?" He asked as his last ball spiraled inside the hoop.

   "Not as bad as I've beaten you..." I responded.

   "Then we must be even..."

   We each took took a bottle of water and sat quietly in a couple of
Adirondack chairs.  It was late morning, and warming up.  I wiped the sweat
from my forehead.

   "You ever killed anyone in the line of duty?" I asked abruptly.  Earl
eyed me closely.

   "You didn't kill him."

   "I hit him pretty hard.  They gonna do an autopsy?" I asked.

   "It's routine in cases like this.  Coroner called last night.  He'll do
it this afternoon and give me a call.  We should know the cause of death
tonight, but it won't change anything.  You used reasonable force to
prevent an armed assault." Earl calmly assured me.

   "I don't know, I couldn't tell that he..." I was interrupted by Emmy
coming out the back door, followed by Erin.

   "Earl, do you mind if I...  Oh sorry I interrupted!" Emmy apologized.

   "No, it's fine." I jumped in trying to sound jovial.  "It was just guy
talk!"

   Erin looked like she'd been crying but she was smiling now and held a
guitar in her hands.  She looked at Emmy and nudged her with the guitar.

   "Guy talk?  That means they were farting and shooting hoops, right?"
Erin said straining to show the tears hadn -(TM)t dampened her mood.

   "You got that right, sweetie!" Emmy burst out into a peal of laughter at
Erin's little joke.  "That correct, Sheriff?"

   "Awww, Emmy, you know I can neither confirm nor deny that kind of
information." Earl joked back.

   "You gonna sing to us?" I asked of Erin, who in turn looked down at the
guitar in her hands, as if first discovering that she held it.

   "Earl," Emmy interrupted again.  "You don't mind if I give Erin this ole
guitar do you?"

   "Not at all honey," he replied with a warm smile, returning Emmy's
little grin.  "It'll make a fitting replacement for the one that got
broke."

   I could tell there was a lot more communication that was going on
between them than was being spoken.  I supposed that Kathryn and I were
often like that, but I knew that the guitar held some special significance.

   "But you gave it to her!" Erin blurted out, her tears looked like they
might return.  "I can't take it..."

   "Honey," Emmy encircled Erin in her arms.  "You guessed right.  Earl did
give it to me.  It was his first gift to me, it's time for me to pass it
on. We don't have children, sweetheart, so you'll just have to take it for
me...  I have nobody else to give it to."

   "But it's a Gibson, it's gotta be worth a fortune.  Plus it was a
love-gift." Erin protested.

   "You're right, it was a love-gift, and now when I give it to you, it's a
love-gift again." Emmy was crying with Erin.

   "You're a special soul, Erin.  I've known you only a few hours and I
feel as though you share my spirit, as though you were my daughter." Emmy
clasped Erin's cheeks between the palms of her hands, drew her close and
kissed her on the forehead.

   Earl and I were speechless, watching them hold each other in a loving
embrace.  When their tears had subsided somewhat, Earl quiet got up and
retrieve a couple of bar stools from the house, and set them under the tree
that shaded the back porch.  Emmy led Erin to one of the stools and then
went into the house, returning with another guitar.  When they were both
perched on the stools, Emmy began to pick out a melody.  Erin listened a
moment and began to strum an accompaniment.  Whether she knew the tune that
Emmy was playing, or whether she was improvising, I couldn't tell.  They
stopped abruptly and each tuned a couple of strings before making eye
contact, sharing a smile and returning to the beginning of the song.  They
played it all the way through.  I recognized the tune but couldn't place
it.

   "So, you know Joan's old stuff." Emmy stated.

   "Joan?" Erin looked clueless.

   "Joan Baez?" Emmy prompted.  "Yeah, she was a little before your time.

   "I've heard the name..." Erin admitted.

   "Well, you improvise accompaniment perfectly!" Emmy encouraged, and with
that they started again.  Emmy started singing in a clear alto voice.  I
recognized it as one of the famous folk singer's classics, "Forever Young."
They continued through a half dozen songs, taking turns singing and putting
on an impromptu mini-concert for us.  By the end, Erin was back to her
usual happy self.

   "Amazing healing powers of music!  You haven't had a chance to talk to
her about your stalker, have you?" Emmy asked when Erin went inside to use
the bathroom.

   "No...  Not really." I hesitated.  "It was late and...  We didn't really
talk at all."

   "You did right...  She'll need to talk when she's ready..." Emmy
advised. "For now, just keep loving her..."

   I looked at Emmy quizzically.

   "She told me how you met and how good you've been to her."

   I only raised an eyebrow in response to this revelation.

   "Don't worry, I am discrete and Earl is used to keeping quiet about
other people's personal lives." Emmy assured me.  "She seems quite sure
that your wife knows everything that's going on."

   "Kathryn?  Yes, she knows.  Actually she encourages it.  I know that
sounds weird, but she figured out right away that Erin needed more than a
ride..." I wasn't used to explaining my relationship with the women in my
life to relative strangers, so I knew that I sounded awkward.

   "I agree with her, but I don't want to give this ole lunk any ideas
about going out and rescuing any young damsels in distress." Earl sighed
audibly and pretended to look tremendously disappointed, which in turn
caused Emmy to give him a mock look of disapproval.

   Emmy started idly playing her guitar, and I could see that she had many
years of experience playing.

   "Did you ever play professionally?" I asked, just as Erin returned.

   "Professionally?  I was playing coffee houses and bars when I met Earl.
Pretty much living the life of the starving musician..." She talked as she
continued playing.  "Then my hero here rescued me and made sure I had a
roof over my head and money for food..."

   "From starving artist to kept woman..." Earl smirked.  "My Songbird."

   "You don't perform anymore?" Erin sounded a little disappointed.

   "I play at some coffee houses on their 'open mic nights' and I love
going to folk festivals." Emmy clarified.

   It was getting to be the early of the afternoon and I couldn't help
yawning.

   "Last night took a toll on me.  I think I'll head back to the RV for a
nap." I looked over to Erin.  She was perch on her stool with her knees
slightly apart.  From my vantage point I was reminded of again of her pink
panties on the chair back in the RV.  I was sure that our hosts had seen my
reaction to that glimpse up Erin's short skirt.  I tried to cover for being
flustered, turning my gaze to Earl.  "Can you let me know what the coroner
says?"

   "I don't want to disturb you nap...  Why don't you stop by when you wake
up?" Earl winked knowingly.  "I imagine Erin will want to swim later."

   Following Erin, who was cradling her guitar in arms, we walked across
the campground to our RV.  I was tired, but I couldn't keep my eye off the
sensual sway of her hips, which only reminded me again where her panties
were.  I held the door open for her and she crossed immediately to her
empty guitar case propped up in a corner, while I fired up the air
conditioner.

   "Look!" she exclaimed beaming with happiness.  "It fits perfectly!"

   She had placed the open guitar case on the small dining table and settle
the guitar in it's new home.  I approached her from behind as she snapped
the case shut.  I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her small breasts
in my hands.

   "I know something else that will fit perfectly..." I rasped, already
fully aroused.  She tried to turn to face me, but I held her firmly in
place, only allowing her to turn her head to kiss me over he shoulder. 
Taking my cue and purring as she felt the friction of my hard cock rubbing
against her ass.  With my right hand, I fumbled with belt buckle and zipper
until my shorts dropped to the floor, followed by my boxer shorts. 
Side-stepping out of them, I gently pushed on Erin's back until she bend
over the table and guitar case that lay on it.

   She hissed quietly in anticipation when I pulled up the back of her
skirt.  Holding her down with my left hand, I positioned myself at her
moist entrance, rubbing the precum in with her own juices.  She exhaled
sharply, letting out a muffled gasp when thrust hard and forcing my way
deep inside.

   "That's what you get for teasing me all morning with the
no-panties-trick!" I grunted shoving my cock in still deeper.

   "I guess..  I'll never wear.." she struggled to speak as I rammed myself
into her.  "panties again...  if this is what I get..."

   I continued forcing myself into her.  I could sense that while I was
getting off on taking her somewhat forcefully, she was getting an even
bigger thrill.  It felt so spectacularly wonderful as her warm, wet womb
seemed to barely stretch to fully accommodate me.  I felt her squirm under
me and push her ass back at my thrusting hips.  We both were lost in our
own pleasure when I heard her scream.

   "Oh!  Sweet Jesus, fuck me hard!"

   I stopped in mid-thrust.  Still pinned beneath me and bend over her
guitar case on the table, she looked back over her shoulder with a
quizzical expression.

   "Why'd you stop?"

   "You were screaming again!" I said.  "The whole camp could hear you!"

   "I didn't scream!" she protested.

   I repeated what I'd heard her scream, and she looked genuinely puzzled.

   "I thought that..." she gasped.  "Oh my God!  You heard me!  Did I
really shout that?"

   We uncoupled, she turned to face me and I hugged her close.  My swollen,
slick cock pressed to her tummy between us.

   "I know I heard you last night too..." I was thoughtful a moment.  I
crossed the room to a cabinet and took out my camcorder, checked the
battery and memory card.  Mounting the camcorder on a tripod, and aiming it
so that it's field of view encompassed one side of the table and the bed,
only took a moment.

   "Makin' a porno of us?" she asked in a low voice.

   "Mmhmm..." I replied, "and we're going to settle this once and forever.
I'm going to make you scream on tape and prove it to you!"

   She turn her profile to me and hooked her finger in a beckoning motion.
"Come on...  Make me scream...  I dare you!"

   She slowly lifted her tank top, slowly revealing her tummy and then
sliding both hands up under the pink fabric to caress her own breasts.  She
turned her back to me and the camcorder and lifted the top over her head. I
stood rooted in place next to the tripod, enjoying the little show.  She
cast me a smoldering look over her shoulder and tossed the tank top onto
the chair on top of the panties that she had abandoned earlier in the day.
Still I couldn't do anything but watch as her right hand slipped down her
side slowly to her hip and pressing the palm of her hand against the skirt
and sliding her hand up again, pulling the hem up and baring the smooth
skin underneath.

   Where did this girl learn these moves?  Was it a performance for the
camera or me?  It seemed like an eternity that I was mesmerized by her
erotic display.

   "You gonna stand there forever?  I thought you had something to prove
here!" Erin broke the spell with a suggestive whisper.

   I shook the spell off and pulled my shirt over my head, tossing it
carelessly on the floor as I took the few steps to her, she turned to step
into my arms.

   "So you think you can make me scream, hmmm?" She taunted me in a low
voice.

   I kissed her, my tongue exploring the lips and darting between to find
her tongue.  Her hand gently encircled the head of my cock and stroked me
gently.  The sensations transported my state arousal to intoxicating
heights.  Grasping her by the back of her thighs with both my hands, I
lifted her up.  She gracefully wrapped her legs around my waist without
letting her lips leave mine.  I sighed as she used a free hand to position
me at her wet opening.  Feeling the head of my cock separated her delicate
folds, I lowered her slowly until I was fully and deeply engulfed inside
her.  With her weight resting almost completely on my hips, I doubted that
it would be possible to penetrate her any farther.  I stood there looking
into her eyes, heedless of the the weight I was bearing.  I was acutely
aware of the feathery light touch of her nipples against my chest.  A
mischievous look came over her face, and I realized that she was purposely
swaying slightly from side to side, brushing the hardening buds against my
chest.  Her side to side motion turned to vertical lifts and a warm
sensation radiated from my groin.  Still holding the backs of her thighs, I
lifted her a few inches and lowered her again.  Quickly she began
amplifying my motions with hip thrusts of her own.

   As erotic and pleasurable as it was, it didn't take long for my knees to
begin to weaken under the weight of supporting even her light body. 
Knowing that my knees would eventually buckle, I pivoted on the balls of my
feet and allowed myself to fall back on the bed with Erin landing on top of
me, still impaled on my hard shaft.

   Expecting her to be startled at the sudden change of position, I looked
up and saw her completely rapture.  The fall had pressed me even deeper
within her and the tension of the muscles in her vaginal walls told me that
she was intent on keeping me there.  Her eyes were closed and her breathing
was shallow, as I felt those same muscles slowly lose control.  She leaned
over me propping herself up in straight arms, her hair hanging down over
me, and began increasingly rapid hip motions.  I was unable to observe any
longer and knew that I would not be able to forestall my own orgasm much
longer.  I matched my hip motions to hers and felt the burning pressure
rise out of our intensely shared climax.

   "I'm going to cummmm!" I heard her exclaim.

   It wasn't a scream, but anyone near the RV surely would have heard.  I
opened my eyes briefly to see her biting the tip of her tongue.  I closed
my eyes again as the pressure became uncontrollable.

   "Daddy!  Yes!" She continued in a lower voice as my cock shuddered
inside her, filling her with my seed.  I could feel her respond to eager
twitch as my climax faded, but I remained hard within her.  She slumped on
top of me in the heady afterglow.

   I awoke when I felt Erin rustling around on the bed.  She had crept out
of bed and retrieved the camcorder from its tripod without waking me, but
once she started the play back, she clearly want me to watch with her. 
With our heads pressed together and the volume turned up, we watched the
tiny screen.  Watching her little striptease repeated brought my erection
back immediately.

   "I didn't scream." she declared as we watch her wrap her legs around my
waist.

   "Did too!"

   "Did not!  What do you think I said??"

   "You said you were going to cum and you called me Daddy again while I
was cumming."

   "Hmmph!" was all she said.

   While we watched, Erin gently fondled my resurgent cock and I played
with her nipples.  To my surprise, when the small screen showed me arching
my back, obviously having an orgasm, not a sound came from the device other
than our shared heavy breathing.

   "I don't get it.  I heard you!" I was genuinely puzzled.

   Erin said nothing in response.  She simply slid down and took me into
her mouth and started sucking.

   "Watch me..." She whispered and then resumed her attention to my cock.

   Aiming the camcorder at her, I started recording, reaching down to
caress her cheek and brush her hair to one side so that it didn't obstruct
the view.  I don't fully understand why, but I have always loved watching a
pretty woman lavish oral attention on me.  I don't suppose that I'm unique
in that regard, every guy probably likes it, but capturing Erin on video
had an especially erotic effect.  Holding the camera became a challenge, in
fact doing anything other than enjoy the immediate sensations was becoming
difficult.  Without intending to, I let the hand holding the camera relax
and the camera was soon resting neglected on the bed.  l gave up even
watching her and lay my head on the bed.

   My eyes closed I could imagine us both on the bed.  The scene was
surreal, in ways sharper and more vivid than reality, and in other ways
softer and more diffuse.  I was in and eotic dreamscape similar to what I
had experience the previous night, only more intense.  The aspects of my
imagination that incorporated Erin and myself were super enhanced but our
surroundings were almost cloud-like.  I watched Erin's tongue run up the
length of my cock, and circle the swollen head before taking me completely
into her mouth again.  The pleasure was completely encompassing and yet I
was able to retain the image.  Watching her bob her head up and down, I
wondered how she had reacted to the taste of our dried and mingling fluids
on my cock.

   "I love it!" Erin seemed to whisper my ear.

   In my dreamscape, Erin had not interrupted the blowjob, in fact she had
just redoubled her efforts.  My eyes popped open to see Erin had not moved
from her position, crouched over my manhood.  I shook my head at how vivid
my imagination had become.  Looking down at her, I could tell she was
smiling, if such a thing is possible with her mouth filled completely with
my cock.  The smile was definitely in her glowing green eyes.

   "I do love it." she said, letting me slip from her lips.  This time I
knew her lips had moved as she spoke.

   Fluidly, she rose from her crouch, to straddle my hips and lowered
herself onto my cock.  I could hear low gurgles coming from deep in her
throat as she mounted me.  I was surprised that she only stayed in that
position for a few slow strokes before leaning over to kiss me deeply.

   "I taste good on you..." She murmured and I didn't think it odd that I
heard her so clearly while her tongue was busy with mine in an extended
kiss.

   As abruptly as she had mounted me, she allowed me slip out of her and
she resumed her previous position and the wonderful blowjob she had left
off moments earlier.  I could hear her purring with satisfaction.

   "Is it odd that I like my own taste on you?" I heard her say so clearly,
but there was no doubting what I saw with my own eyes.  Her mouth was
completely filled with my cock.  I could be sure that I heard her speak to
me, but the only sound I could be sure she was making was a low purring.

   "I love you, Harrison.  Do you love me?  Do you trust me?" I heard her
again, and looking at her glistening eyes, I could see that she had me
deeper in her throat than she had ever attempted before.

   Wordlessly, I wondered why she even asked whether I loved her or not? 
Of course I loved her and complete trust went with the love.  I wondered
how to explain that in a way that she would truly understand and not doubt.

   "You just said it the best way." She had just let me slip from her mouth
and was smiling broadly but her lips were not moving.  "This is incredible!
Just think."

   I started to form a reply but she reached up and put a finger on my
lips.

   "shhh...  Think...  I've never connected to anyone like this..." Her
voice was silent and yet I heard her in my mind, with a clarity that was
richer, fuller, even sharper than sound.  Where I had been confused before
at how she was talking to me, I no longer had any doubts.  It was as though
a veil had been lifted and we were linked in a new way that transcended
voice.

   "How are we doing this?" I thought.

   "Love?  Wait....  I have something to finish here." she grinned at my
cock in her hand and out of the blue I had an image of her smiling face
spattered with my cum.  It wasn't my image, I knew it was hers.  In
response I formed an image of me licking her cum covered breasts and I
heard her laughter.  It was a real laugh, followed by an eager return to an
intense blowjob.  It seemed like only a moment and I could feel an orgasm
building and imagined her rolling off me onto her back.  I wasn't surprised
to sense her intentions before I felt her body in motion.  I anticipated
her and matched my movements to her own.  Kneeling over her, straddling her
tummy, I could feel her intent fascination as she watched the way I stroked
and squeezed my cock.  Her fascination turn to near orgasmic thrill when
the first hot cum spattered across a nipple and flowed down her ripe
breast. I moved slightly and discharged a milky white load on the other
nipple.  Finally I leaned forward, resting my weight on my left arm against
the wall, and guided my cock towards her willing open mouth.  The last of
my semen sprayed mostly into her mouth, but I knew that she turned her head
ever so slightly, causing me to release the last drops on her cheek.

   "Oh god..." I spoke aloud.  "that was crazy..." and I rolled off her and
maneuvered to lie beside her.

   "No so fast..." I heard her say, followed by a clear image of me licking
her breast.  "A promise is a promise, even if you just think it..."

   Smiling, I crawled down between her legs and though "I've always tried
to keep my promises and give more than expected..." and I spread her labia
and began kissing her lower lips.  It wasn't long after I began licking her
clit that she shuddered with orgasm.  Having a super heightened feedback of
what pleased her, I kept licking and probing with my tongue, maintaining
her in the peak of her orgasm, letting one roll right over the other.  Her
hips bucked and she began to shake all over.  Her thoughts were a chaotic
jumble of words and images, her love for me, her ecstasy and her pleading
to be allowed to stop.  In exhaustion, she eventually collapsed and was
silent.

   I looked up and saw her eyelids flickering and the dreamy smile on her
face.  Satisfied that she was okay, I slowly kissed a track up past her
pelvis and tummy until I reached the first drop of my cum below her left
breast.  I wasn't accustomed it, but neither was I a complete stranger to
the taste of my own slick fluids.  Licking it off of her happy, limp body
was like a loving act of devotion.  When I finally reached the final drops
on her cheek, she roused herself slightly and responded with a sleepy
languid kiss before falling asleep.

   A buzzing disturbed my nap, and I tried to ignore it.  After a moment of
disorientation, I realized it was my cell phone vibrating.  It stopped
before I could rouse myself enough to even think about looking for it, let
alone untangle myself from Erin's sleeping embrace.  Falling back to sleep
was my intention, but I was suddenly wide awake.  I had not called Kathryn
for almost two days.  She must be worried and so much had happened.  I
carefully extracted myself from the comfort of the bed without waking my
lover.

   I pulled on my shorts, and a T-shirt and grabbed my cell phone as I
stepped out of the RV.  At the picnic table, I saw I voice messages.  I
checked the missed calls and knew that the messages we from Kathryn.  I
could listen to them later - after having called her.

   "Where have you been?  Are you okay?  How is Erin?" Kathryn's stress was
clear in her voice, she didn't even say hello.  I immediately felt guilty.
I should have called last night.

   "It's been crazy, darling.  Are you sitting down?" I said.  "It's going
to take a while."

   "I've been so worried!  That stalker!  Rachel and I were talking and
when I told her about Erin and the stalker, she asked a bunch of questions
about Erin and then she freaked out!  She insisted I call and tell you to
park the RV and fly home right away!  She says Erin's in real danger. 
She's been calling you and when she can't get a hold of you, and every time
she calls me again.  I don't know what's gotten into her!" Kathryn spilled
out emotionally.

   "Wow!" I was stunned.  "I don't know how she knew, but Erin was in real
danger.  I mean it - she WAS in danger.  The stalker's dead."

   "What?!?!" It was Kathryn's turn to be stunned.

   I told her the story of the night before and the stalker's death.  It
took a while because she kept interrupting to ask for details.  By the time
I got to the point of Erin and I making love for the first time, Kathryn
was calmer and even began to get vicariously aroused.  She wanted all the
details.  I told her everything, except about the mental connection that
Erin and I had made during sex.  I didn't mean to withhold anything from
Kathryn, but it was so strange, I just hadn't figured it out enough to know
how to explain it without sounding completely deranged.  When I was done
with the story, Kathryn wanted Erin back too, but not only because she was
worried about her safety.

   I got an update on Naomi and the baby.  Naomi was due in a month and was
holed up at our cabin in West Virginia with her cousin Nicole.

   "I think Nicole is envious." Kathryn said.

   "Envious?"

   "Yes, she's made several indirect comments that make me think she wants
you to father her child too.  She is a daughter of the line of Magdalene,
after all.  Apparently she picked out her lover, but didn't get pregnant.
Then her mother send her to work with Rachel..." Kathryn explained.  "When
you came along and Nicole made up her mind..."

   "So am I supposed to father a whole generation?  Doesn't this seem weird
to my wife?" I asked pointedly.

   "Weird?  Absolutely, but it's also pretty incredible - you have to
admit!"

   Just then Erin came out looking sleepy.

   "Who you talkin' to?" She asked

   "Kathryn.  Want to talk to her?" I asked.  Erin nodded and took the
phone, wandering a little ways away and sitting on a bench under a tree.

   I went back into the RV and started making a pasta salad using the
leftover chicken from the night before.  When Erin came back in, she'd been
crying again.

   "You tell her everything?"

   "Yea, mostly.  Not about the way we communicate, at least not yet, but I
told her we made love.  I thought she'd finally freak out, but she was
really cool about it.  I'm going to sleep with both of you when we get
back." She stated as fact.

   "No, Erin, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do." I
responded seriously.

   "No, I want to.  I mean I really do.  I owe you and Kathryn so much, I
can only show you how much in bed.  I have no other way."

   "You mean you make love to me to thank me?" I was puzzled and anxious.

   "Yes, I mean, No." she was confused.  "I mean I want to make love to
you. I makes me feel incredible and it makes me love you more, but it also
lets me express how much I thank you for being you and for being so
incredibly good to me.  I can't express it right.  I'm making it worse,
aren't I?  Make love to me again and you'll understand.  I want Kathryn to
understand too."

   I shook my head and put the pasta salad on the table.  We ate quietly.
To be really honest, the pasta wasn't all that good, but we both gave it
our complete attention rather than discuss so many things that filled our
thoughts.  I had a growing, unresolved list.  More than anything I wanted
to understand what was up with this thing that happened when we made love.
It was like the physical connection put us in the same mind or created a
link between our minds that let us share thoughts.  I could tell what she
was thinking now, but from her body language, I could sense her tension.

   "What does Naomi's Mom know?" Erin broke the silence.

   "What do you mean?"

   "She's all concerned about me, but how'd she even know about me?"

   "I was talking to Naomi when you were so frightened in Madison.  I'm
sure Naomi told her." I responded.

   "So?  A stranger, a kid, freaks out half way across the country and she
all worried.  I don't get it." Erin was puzzled.

   "Join the club.  There are lots of things that I don't get."

   "Like what?"

   "All this time, I've thought you were hyper-observant.  Sensitive
hearing, reading body language and making amazing guesses.  But you're a
freaking mind reader!" My fist thumped on the table when realization
suddenly hit me.  What It wasn't something that I had considered before -
who would?  What completely bizarre thought, but strangely it made sense
when I said it.  Erin looked at me, her face couldn't hide a look of an
unexpressed inner conflict.

   "No...  I mean I don't look into people's minds and read what they're
thinking.  I just...  Listen." She trailed off.  "It's like people talking.
I can't help hearing, except...  yea it's like that but not."

   I was at a loss for words.  I suppose I should have figured it out
earlier, it just wasn't in the realm of normal consideration.  Telepathy is
a word we all know, but if anyone has ever really had experience with it,
it's just parlor tricks.  I moved the pasta around on my plate with my
fork, wondering what it all meant.

   "Harrison?" her voice cracked and I looked up from my plate.  She looked
afraid.  "I'm sorry I didn't tell you..."

   "I wouldn't have believed you if you did, until now at least." Then I
laughed.  "I would have thought you were crazy.  Now you're just amazing!"

   "When my Mom was alive, it was a secret game we played, she couldn't
hear like I do but wasn't surprised that I could.  She told me not to tell
anyone, not even my Dad.  When she died, I found out why.  I told him and
he didn't believe me.  He really flipped out when I tried to prove it to
him.  It was the only time he ever smacked me." She stopped for a breath.

   "It's okay, sweetie.  It's definitely weird, and it will take some
getting used to, but making love a lot will make the getting used to it a
lot of fun!" I reached out across the table and covered her hand with mine,
squeezing gently, and grinning at her.

   "Harrison, you're the first..."

   My cell phone ringing interrupted us.  Rachel's number appeared on the
caller id.

   "Hi Rachel.  I hear you've been trying to get a hold of me." I said
cheerfully.

   "Then you know that I told Kathryn that Erin's in danger.  Take her
fears or premonitions seriously.  Bring her back here as soon as possible!"
Rachel sounded so adamant that I found myself at a loss for words. 
"Harrison?  You okay?"

   "Yeah..." pausing for thought, "You know the stalker's dead?"

   "Kathryn told me.  But she still shouldn't be roaming around like you
are, please believe me.  I'll explain when you get here." Rachel insisted
and I had no clue why.

   "Can you put Erin on?" She asked and I handed the phone to Erin, who
took it calmly.

   "Hi" she said quietly.  From then on Erin's side of the conversation
didn't tell me much, it was exclusively affirmative words and sounds, a
couple expressions of thanks but her facial expressions showed her
surprise. I watched and listened with curiosity.

   "Okay, I'll talk to him.  Yeah.  Goodbye!"

   "She wants me to come back to Virginia.  She said she would explain it
all when we get there.  She said to tell you something that you would
understand.  She said you'd explain everything you knew, and that was okay
with her.  This is so weird.  I can't believe it." Erin spoke in almost a
flat monotone.

   "What was it she wanted you to tell me?" I asked.

   "She's my aunt.  Like the one who set up my college account..." When she
said this, I realized that her tone of voice that she was in shock, and I
suddenly understood.  "What does this mean?  She said you could explain
what you know that would help me understand before we get back."

   "I'm not sure that I understand fully, but we're in a big coincidence...
I'll tell you what I can, but I think we need to get back home."

   "Cut the trip short?  You were supposed to be mine for a month!  Plus,
you'll miss you photo shoot in Colorado..." Erin whined.  "Besides, that
creep is dead, so I am safe, right?"

   "You're safe, but Rachel is a dear friend and if she is worried, so am
I." I said.  "What did she say so quickly to convince you that she's your
aunt?"

   "She just introduced herself.  She said that her name was Rachel
Magdalene and that she was my mother's sister.  She mentioned the college
savings account.  She knew my mom's maiden name was Magdalene.  How did
Rachel know who I was?" Erin asked.

   "Well...  Rachel seems to have given me permission to tell you what
little I know, but I'll ask you to keep her secrets.  It sounds like
they're your secrets now..." She nodded and I knew there was no need to
make her vocalize her promise.  "Erin, you've just inherited a huge family
- a somewhat odd family - but from what I know it's large."

   I gave Erin the short, cliff notes version of the story of her family
and what I called the Gospel of Magdalene.  It would be a huge
understatement to say that her jaw dropped at the story, but to my
surprise, she asked no questions and didn't interrupt.  When I was done,
she asked her first question.

   "I don't get what happened with my mother..."

   "I am sure you'll learn those details, but part of the secret of the
Line is that a woman who chooses to marry must keep that family secret.  My
guess is that your mother fell in love and left the Line for your
father..." I surmised.

   "Then how did they know about me?"

   "My guess is that there are not that many who choose to leave, so when
someone does, the others keep an eye on her...  We told Kathryn your full
name, and I am sure that Rachel knew your mom's married name.  So they were
obviously keeping track of you.  Why else the college fund.  They hadn't
met you but they obviously care.  Babe, you got family!" I hoped their was
only curiosity.  "Anyway, we've got to head back.  I'm going to talk to
Earl about leaving the RV here so we can fly back.  That way we can get
there quickly and perhaps we can still get back here in time to drive to
Colorado for photo workshop..."

   "I was looking forward to that!" Erin made clear.  "You think I can?"

   "Sweetheart, I don't understand why Rachel is still so worried, since
nobody's stalking you, but when you meet her and get to know her, you see
that she's a really wonderful, smart person.  She wouldn't be acting like
this without a reason, but the Line is secretive, so I sorta understand
that she didn't lay it out on the phone, whatever it may be."

   Erin nodded and got up at the same time I did.  The moment I had her in
my arms her mixed up and confused emotions flooded into my awareness. 
Complete jumble, I sensed her excitement and trepidation about meeting her
aunt and disappointment about not continuing our trip.  She projected an
image of herself posing for photographs against a backdrop of southwestern
red sandstone cliffs.  Without words I assured that I'd do my best to help
her still get that chance.

   "So do you think we have to be touching or just be close?" I asked.

   "Hmmm?" She questioned.

   "Do you think we have to be touching to communicate like this?" I
clarified.

   "I don't think so," she thought.  "I can pick you up a long ways
away..."

   "As clearly as this?"

   "No, more like just the sense of things on your mind, emotions...." her
voice a low whisper in my mind.  "That's how I knew you'd be safe back
there at the cafe...  When I was planning on prostituting myself to you, I
wasn't ready to do it with a creep!  I sensed you were a really loving and
generous guy.  You spent your whole lunch thinking about your family, but I
could also tell that you had loving relationships with women.  You did
surprise me when you just stuffed the twenty dollar bill in my hand and
walked out."

   "This is a little disconcerting, Erin." I said aloud, feeling
uncomfortable sharing my thoughts and not speaking.  "I'm not certain what
to make of it all.  You have to understand that knowing that someone can
hear your thought is something to get used to."

   "Harrison," She spoke aloud, "This is new to me as well!  I've always
been the eavesdropper.  Some people are louder, some are clearer, but I've
never had anyone who could hear me too -- I wonder if all these Magdalene
women are like me?  Didn -(TM)t they tell you anything about mind contact?"

   "No, they never said anything, but like I said, they are pretty
secretive.  They seem to have told me a lot more than they usually tell
outsiders and that was probably because of Kathryn, but I -(TM)m sure it
-(TM)s not everything."

   She looked thoughtful, processing something about what I -(TM)d said.

   "And there are the upsides of it...  The sex is amazing!" I added. 
"What happened with Jack?  How come you didn't see through him?"

   "The truth?" She thought.  I nodded.  "Not everyone projects thoughts.
Some people are just silent.  My Dad's like that too.  I don't know what
attracted me to him besides good looks...  Rebellion?"

   I held her close.  Something about her made me feel something more than
sexual attraction, more than protective, even more than love.  It was hard
to put a name to what the feeling was, but it felt very real, not a trick
of this mental connection.

   "I know what attracted me to you!"

   "A cheeseburger?" I teased and she laughed a rich, silent laugh.

   "Something about you made me feel so safe...  So attracted to you.  It
was like the connection was there right away..." She paused.

   "Remember that first night when I came in from the tent?" She continued.
I nodded, smiling at the memory,

   "Well, I lied.  I wasn't scared.  I knew it was just a raccoon.  I just
had to sleep with you.  I tried to get you to start making love to me in
your sleep.  If you hadn't woken up right then, I would have you inside me
in another minute...  I've never acted like that before.  Even Jack had
never seen me nude, but I wanted to show myself to you for some strange
reason."

   "Hmm -- Well, we'd better make plans to get a flight back to
Washington," I broke the hug and stepped back.

   Within minutes I was online and had booked two round-trip tickets to
National Airport the next afternoon.  Last minute business class tickets
weren't cheap, but they were also the last two adjacent seats available.  I
needed to talk to Earl, so Erin put on her bikini and went along with me to
swim.

   "The coroner report is in..." Earl had a copy of the report in his hand
when he opened the door.

   "What's it say?" I asked.

   "The tox report says he was hopped up on speed.  He died from the knife
wound.  Your thump to the head didn't do it.  Don't get me wrong, you
probably knocked him senseless and all he'd have now is a headache now,
maybe a concussion - if he hadn't had that knife - you definitely didn't
kill him." Earl assured me.  "Want this report?  It's suitable for
framing!"

   "No, I'm just happy to know I didn't kill anyone." I gave an exaggerated
shudder, and changed the subject.  "Erin and I have to get back to DC - her
aunt won't stop worrying about her.  I'll be back in a few days.  I don't
like leaving the RV at the airport parking for any length of time, I'd
prefer to pay for the campsite, and leave it here.  Are there shuttles or a
taxi that can drive us to the airport in Chicago?"

   "Out here?  Nah...  That would end up costing you an arm and a leg,
either Emmy or I will take you.  You can just pull the RV up behind our
place.  We'll keep an eye on it.  What time you leavin'?"

   "I can't let you drive all that way!  I can afford a taxi.  Believe me,
with the price of fuel these days, if I can afford to fill that RV, a taxi
will seem cheap!" I protested.

   "We won't hear of it!" Emmy appear from behind Earl, wearing an apron
stained with clay and wiping her hands on a rag.  "What are you thinking?
After what Erin's been through, we both want to be there for her and her
champion.  Besides, I'll take any excuse to go to the big city for a day!"

   If I ever learned one thing, it was to know when I've completely lost a
negotiation and to accept defeat with a smile.  If you lose in anger, you
may never get a chance to negotiate with that adversary again, and you'll
ruin any chance you may have had for a re-match.

   "That's very kind of you.  Now we're even deeper in your debt...  I'll
find a way to get even..." I said firmly.



   Chapter 10

   It was still dark the next morning when I moved the RV into the spot
that Earl had indicated behind the house the previous afternoon.  Emmy was
sitting on the back porch, drinking a steaming mug of coffee in the cool of
the early morning.  I carried my camera bag and Erin's small duffel,
placing them on the cement driveway next to their car.  Erin stepped down
behind me, carrying only her guitar case.

   "Good Morning!" I said in a low voice and Erin chimed in in a whisper.
Emmy smiled.

   "I'm your designated driver." Emmy said with a smile.

   "How'd you get stuck with this duty?" I asked.

   "Stuck?  I won!  I wanted to do it!  The one who stayed home today had
to clean the pool, and after a career in a cruiser, he hates driving!" She
giggled.  "I hate cleaning the pool and I love going to Chicago.  I'll
spend the a few days and stay with my friend, Melody.  It'll be a lot of
fun!  It's a treat for me!  "

   When we had loaded the car, Emmy went back into the house.  Erin grabbed
my hand and pulled me close, a twinkle in her eye.

   "She's really looking forward to this...  She has the hots for you..."
Erin thought.

   Just then Emmy returned, carrying a hard, molded plastic guitar case.

   "That case of yours will never survive in checked luggage." Emmy said,
holding out a rugged, molded plastic guitar case.  "A gorilla could jump on
this one!"

   Emmy held it out, but Erin hesitated.

   "You have to take care of that old guitar I gave you!" Emmy insisted. 
"Consider the case a loan.  You can return it when you come back."

   Erin brightened and accepted the case with profuse thanks.  She quickly
transferred the guitar and went to stow the old case in the RV.  Emmy
crossed the patio to stand close to me.  In light of Erin's comment a
moment earlier, I looked at her appraisingly.  She was an attractive,
confident woman.  Her full breasts swelled as she took a deep breath.  Her
hand slipped into mine and our eyes connected in the dim light.  With the
sound of The RV door opening and closing, she withdrew her hand.

   "Now I have to come back to return it!" Erin grinned, unable to conceal
her happiness, when she returned.

   The drive to Chicago went uneventfully and for that I was thankful.  We
arrive in plenty of time for me to buy us all a nice lunch before going to
the airport and catching our flight.  Emmy accompanied us into the airport.
I was surprised, that she refused my plea to just drop us at the curb.  She
insisted in parking, walking with us through check-in, and right up to the
security line.  I put my camera bag down to give her a hug, a handshake
wasn't enough for all she'd done for us.  Emmy melted into my arms and the
ensuing kiss wasn't simply friendly, it was heated.  I was taken completely
by surprise when her tongue parted my lips and her breasts pressed to my
chest, but I remembered what Erin had said about Emmy having feelings for
me.  Erin seemed more surprised than I was when Emmy kissed her with equal
passion.  When they broke the kiss, both were obviously flushed.

   "Now you call when you get there and again when you know you're coming
back.  Okay?" Emmy gave us both a big grin.  We agreed and she added, "You
take care of the guitar too.  No more letting stalkers smash them!"

   She seemed like she was starting to feel a little awkward, so I
cheerfully drew her into my arms and hugged her again.

   "You've been wonderful to us." I told her.  "We won't forget."

   I scooped up my camera bag and took Erin's hand as we headed to the end
of the security screening line.  Emmy waved wistfully and turned to leave.
I reminded Erin that she would need her id and boarding pass.  She gave me
a momentary blank look, and started fumbling with her knapsack.  I reached
out and caressed her cheek.

   "You should told me you've never flown before." I thought

   "It's no big deal..."

   She was right but I looked at her.  She suddenly looked so young and
vulnerable.  She lowered her eyes, as I mentally envisioned the experience
she would face.  The security scanning, the boarding procedures,
take-off... The whole process in fast forward.  It was amazing how much I
could communicate so quickly through the visualization.  Erin was clearly
more confident but had a funny look in her eye.

   "I forgot something." She whispered a thought, sharing a quick glimpse
of her panties in her knapsack and a questioning image of her being
frisked. I laughed at the image.  She was wearing the same outfit that she
had worn to breakfast the morning before and was worried about being
frisked with no panties on.

   "Don't worry" I responded.  "You don't fit the profile!"

   In fact, security and boarding procedures were completely uneventful. 
We were quickly settled in with Erin by the aisle and I had the one by the
window.

   Purposefully, I moved next to her and spread an airline blanket over our
laps.  As the plane took off, we held hands.

   "What happened back there with Emmy?" I thought.

   "I don't know!" she thought back

   "What do you mean you don't know?" I queried.

   "I can't pick anything up from her..."

   "Can't pick anything up?  What do you mean?  The other day you knew she
was a Native American...  You knew her tribe!  This morning you told me she
had a thing for me..." I was puzzled.

   "I never could get anything from her.  I could tell she was native
American by looking at her.  The tribe was a guess.  And she does have a
thing for you...  Both of us, I guess...  Knowing that was easy...  It was
the look in her eye...  Body language" She was amused.

   "I used to think you were a hyper-observant Sherlock Holmes, then I
discovered you were hearing people's thoughts, but all along it was both!"
I was amazed by this girl.

   I slipped my hand under the blanket and caressed her bare thigh.  She
moaned loudly, but now I was attuned enough to know that the moan was a
mental one that only I could hear.  At least I hoped that there wasn't
anyone who could hear.  At that moment Erin brought herself under control.

   "You're right.  We don't know for sure that we're the only ones..." She
thought with a smile.  "Do you think I should tell my Aunt Rachel about our
mental connection?"

   "I leave that up to you, but I suspect you have it more strongly than
any of them.  I never got any inkling of the connection with Naomi or
Rachel.  Now that I look back over the past few days, I realized that I was
always picking up things from you.  I just thought it was more like..,
excitement?"

   Erin looked thoughtful as we both settled back for a nap as the plane
roared on.  We both woke up when the flight attendant announced our descent
to Washington National Airport.

   As we exited the secure area of the airport, I began scanning for
Kathryn and didn't see her.  It was Erin who tugged at my elbow to get my
attention.  Grinning widely and walking slowly towards us was an extremely
pregnant Naomi.  Erin clutched my hand.

   "It's Naomi!" She thought to me in surprise.  "Oh my god she looks so
happy and you really are the daddy, aren't you!"

   I shouldn't have been surprised that Erin had figured it out, but that
would have to wait.  Naomi looked gorgeous holding out her arms to us as
she approached.

   "Harrison!" She called out.

   Her strawberry blonde hair was loosely arrayed over her shoulders and
seemed to have grown several inches since I had last seen her.  She exuded
that healthy glow of a pregnant woman.  My mind wandered, framing her in a
mental image - a photo shoot with her lustrous hair cascading over her bare
and swollen belly.  Could a camera ever capture that special quality in an
image?  I mentally shook myself returning to the present moment.  I wanted
to sweep her up in my arms, but when I dashed forward to her I restrain
myself, drawing her in a gentle hug.

   "What's up?" She whispered.  "Don't you love me anymore, or are you
afraid to break me?"

   I hugged her more tightly, lifting her feet off the ground as I kissed
her.  The changes in her body were obvious as her pregnant belly and
swelling breasts pressed against me.  I knew that I loved this girl too.

   "Ahemm..." Erin's voice interrupted our reunion.  "Either you too need
to get a room or introduce me."

   Flustered and at a loss for words, I released Naomi.

   "Naomi..." I mumbled.  "This is..."

   "My cousin Erin." Naomi completed with her irrepressible cheerfulness.
Then nodding her head in my direction she added, "Don't mind him. 
Situations like this leave him tongue tied."

   Naomi hugged Erin and gave her a European kiss on each cheek.  Observing
them together, I thought that I could see a family resemblance, or was it
just that they were so similar in size?  I could see the deep red color of
Erin's hair reflected in the red undertones of Naomi's blonde hair.  They
shared the same cheekbones and sculpted noses.  How could I have been so
randomly lucky as to have been found and loved by these two special
creatures?

   Naomi held Erin by the shoulders at arm's length, studying her for a
second.  Erin's face was smiling but I couldn't tell what she was thinking.
This meeting had to be an emotional turmoil for her.  Naomi was only the
first of a large extended family that Erin hadn't known about less the
twenty-four hours ago.  Naomi was saying something to Erin, but it didn't
make it through my distraction.  Naomi gave her another hug, and I saw a
smile flicker across Erin's face.  What was she thinking?

   "Let's get home, Erin!" Naomi said excitedly.  "There are people
waiting!"

   "Slow down, girlfriend!  We have luggage to pick up." I said
good-naturedly, and led them down to the luggage claim area.  It wasn't
long before the guitar was taking up half of the backseat of Kathryn's
Prius.  I folded myself into the seat next to it, while Naomi and Erin sat
up front.  Despite my inquiries, Naomi steadfastly ignored my questions
about Kathryn and what was planned for the day, only responding verbally
once, to say that it was a surprise, so I sat quietly in the back as they
chatted and Naomi drove us home.

   By the time we pulled into my driveway and got out of the car, Erin
seemed to have warmed up to Naomi.  Her smile seemed warmer and more
genuine.  I recognized Rachel's car parked in the street in front of our
house, and there were unfamiliar cars parked up and down the street from
our house.  I couldn't be sure who was there, but I had my suspicions.

   Lin was out the front door before we had the guitar out of the car.  She
was wearing a yellow and white sundress with spaghetti straps and an
elastic bodice that formed tightly around her breasts and flared out at her
waist.  Her lustrous raven hair was gathered in two loose pigtails.  She
threw herself into my arms and hugged me with all her strength.

   "Welcome back, Sir..." she whispered evocatively in my ear, and I was
instantly aroused.  In her desire to be submissive to me, Lin had given
herself a special power over me, and an attraction that would never be
fulfilled.

   "Thank you, pet..." I whispered back and turned to introduce her. 
"Erin..."

   "You're the one I've heard so much about!" Erin gushed.  "You're even
more beautiful in person than your photos!"

   Lin blushed, bowed her head and dipped, bending her knee ever so
slightly, giving Erin an almost imperceptible curtsey.  Was she seeking the
same kind of submissive relationship with Erin as she had with me, or was
she trying to set Erin's position in the pecking order?  I was suddenly
struck with the thought of having Kathryn, Naomi, and Erin all under the
same roof.  A recipe for an emotional and marital disaster!  Panic struck
me.  This could drive Erin away, or be one too many lovers for Kathryn to
accept.

   I was left no time to contemplate the myriad of potential looming
catastrophes, as Allie burst out the front door and bounded into my arms.
The one with the most common sense, Allie was youngest of my two daughters.


   "Welcome back, Daddy!" She hugged me tight and kissed my cheek. 
"Introduce me to Erin!"

   I hadn't been mentally prepared for Allie to be home.  What the heck
should I say?  What had Kathryn told her?

   "Erin!" I said forcing a cheerful, carefree tone into my voice as I
turned to see Erin right behind me with an amused grin on her face.  "Oh!
There you are!  This is my little girl, Allie."

   To my complete surprise, Allie embraced Erin like a long lost sister,
welcoming her warmly and leading her towards the house.  Kathryn was
standing in the doorway.

   "Hey, Handsome!  Remember me?" She was dressed in a familiar peasant
blouse and tight blue jeans.  The gauzy billowing cloth of the blouse left
no doubt that she had chosen not to wear a bra underneath.  I wrapped my
arms around her and kissed her deeply, letting her know how much I had
missed her.  With one arm around her shoulders and another around the small
of her back, her body formed to mine.  The fresh floral scent of her
perfume filled my nostrils.  Running fingers down her back, I buried my
face in her hair.  I was home.

   "Hey!  Get a room, you two!" Allie called out.  We were blocking the
doorway.

   I blushed as we stepped inside the doorway to allow Erin, Allie and Lin
to enter.  Reaching out, I took Erin's and had the immediate reassurance
that she was taking this in stride.

   "Now I know why, I love you..." She thought to me.  "For all the same
reasons these women do."

   "Erin," Kathryn took both her hands from me and gazed at the young
woman. "Welcome to home."

   Erin blushed beet red and I could see tears start to well up in her eyes
and she started to tremble.  Kathryn caught her in her arms, expecting as I
did, that she might collapse.  Kathryn shot me a concerned look.

   "Thank you, Kathryn." Erin croaked.  "I'm sorry...  But this is just too
good to be true..."

   Kathryn was clearly confused by Erin's emotion.  I laid my arm around
the younger woman's shoulder in a comforting caress and instantly
understood her emotional turmoil.

   "She's been worried whether you'd really accept her..." I put simple
voice to Erin's thoughts.  "No amount of reassurance from me would have
reassured here's like you just did."

   Erin smiled in affirmation through her tears and I could see Kathryn's
confusion and concern fade.  Her supporting arms around the young redhead
transformed to a loving embrace.

   "Erin, You're more than welcome!  And you're loved by many people."
Kathryn assured her.  "In fact you've got some anxious people waiting
upstairs to meet you..."

   "My aunt Rachel?" Erin guessed.  "And my grandmother?  And her mother?"

   "Rachel you knew about...  But the others?" Kathryn was amazed.

   "Harrison told me a little about my new family..." Erin smiled.  Her
eyes darted to me with a look that begged support.

   "All the cars out front..." I shrugged at Kathryn's quizzical look.

   It struck me that Erin and I hadn't discussed what to tell our families
about her abilities.  It seemed that she wasn't ready to tell everyone
right away.

   "I think you will find Erin to be a very perceptive young lady, with
unusually well developed deductive abilities.  Shall we go up and meet your
family?" I suggested to break the awkward moment.

   Kathryn led Erin up stairs to the living room and I followed.  At the
top of the stairs, I caught a glimpse of Lin serving drinks to a group of
women seated in the living room.  Rachel and woman who appeared to be about
Kathryn's age rose and joined us at the large landing at the top of the
stairs.

   "Erin?" Rachel said in a soft, welcoming voice, reaching out to embrace
the girl.  "I'm your Aunt Rachel."

   They hugged for a long moment, as the other woman looked on, smiling
approvingly.  Unlike Rachel's shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, her
companion had lustrous brown hair was cut in modern short hairstyle.  Her
clear complexion and bright golden brown eyes made her look like Rachel's
older sister rather than her mother.  She was a beautiful woman and I found
myself instantly attracted to her.  Her eyes caught my lingering gaze and I
found myself suddenly blushing.

   "Let me introduce you to your grandmother, Leah Magdalene." Rachel
offered when they broke the hug.

   Erin stood mute in front of the two older women.  A special psychic link
wasn't necessary to tell that Erin was completely overwhelmed with emotion.
She stood face to face with a family of which she had faint knowledge.  All
her life, she had been raised to only that there was a distant, silent,
spinster aunt.  Only recently had she become conscious of the fact that she
had known nothing of her mother's childhood and early years.  Her mother's
life had seemed to have started with her marriage to Erin's father.

   "I can see your mother in you, child." Leah broke the silence and hugged
Erin, who began weeping uncontrollably.  Leah patted her back and comforted
her with whispered endearments.  Catching Leah's eye again, I nodded my
head towards the study down the hall.  Leah smiled gratefully and led Erin
to the privacy of the other room.

   In turn, Rachel took me by the hand to lead me to my own living room. 
The warmth of her hand and the sensation of her near arousal startled me.
She looked at me suddenly, as though she was seeing me for the first time,
both puzzled and sultry at the same time.  I withdrew my hand slowly, and
realized that I had had a mild Erin-type of connection with Rachel - not
clear a communication but a low level emotional connection.  I began to
wonder where I would find this kind of connection with other people now
that I was attuned to it.

   In the living room, I found Kathryn, Naomi, Nicole (Naomi's cousin, who
worked at as a receptionist for at Rachel's office), and a striking woman
with flecks of gray in her short dark hair.  She appeared to be my age, or
perhaps a little younger.  I shook her hand and felt the genuine warmth of
her smile.

   "I can see why you chose him, Naomi!" She said with a voice that rang
with amusement.  Still holding my hand, I could sense her joy in life.

   "Since nobody seems to want to introduce me, I'll do it myself!" She
laughed.

   "Sorry, Mother!  Harrison, this is Elizabeth, our great grandmother."
Naomi spilled out, looking at Erin pointedly.

   I was amazed.  I returned my gaze to study her more closely.  She was a
strikingly attractive woman.  I couldn't keep myself from speculating about
her figure, and caught myself mentally undressing her.  Elizabeth still had
not released my hand and I felt her blush and saw her cheeks reddening
slightly.  I should have known better than to leave my thoughts so
uncontrolled, but I had no idea how to control them.  Whenever I saw a
beautiful woman, I had always reacted this way.  Now the difference was
that now I knew that some people might be able sense my thoughts.  There
was an awkward silence around me.  I had been so lost in my thoughts that I
had not responded to the introduction.  I shook her hand again and then
withdrew it, sensing the same sensual attraction from Elizabeth that I had
felt from her daughter moments earlier.

   "Excuse me!" I mumbled.  "I just find it inconceivable that you are even
old enough to be Naomi's mother!"

   Elizabeth blushed again.

   "But you must hear that all the time." I said struggling to regain some
poise.

   "Actually, no." She said demurely "And never from someone who means it
so sincerely."

   "Remember," Rachel whispered.  "You are the first man in over a hundred
years to know the secret on the Magdalene family.  We don't share our
familial relationships openly."

   "Then others don't comment simply because they don't know and assume you
are all sisters.  " I said.  "It's a shame that you are denied the
compliments you so richly deserve!  Worse yet that you only get my poor
attempts to do your beauty justice!"

   "You're on a roll now!" I heard Naomi's stage whisper and I clammed up.

   "A pox on you, child!" Elizabeth cursed her laughingly.  "Don't think
that because you will soon be a mother, that you no longer need respect
your elders!  Can't I be allowed a little flattery, deserved or not?"

   The scolding was delivered in an amused, carefree way, but I could see
immediately that her words carried the full effect of a serious
dressing-down.  Naomi was visibly chastened and surprised me when she
offered a very sincere apology.  Elizabeth reached out to the young
mother-to-be and drew her around the coffee table.  Patting the space
beside her on the loveseat, she indicated that Naomi should sit beside her.
At this Naomi brightened visibly.  I was beginning to understand that the
Magdalene line had a real hierarchy that came with both age and motherhood.


   "Mother..." A voice said and I turned to see Leah and Erin standing
behind me.  "This is Erin."

   Elizabeth rose and crossed the room to embrace her great granddaughter.
Erin was obviously still overwhelmed by all the newly discovered family,
but she managed a small smile at me over Elizabeth's shoulder.  The older
woman stepped back from Erin and gave her an appraising look.  Turning
slightly her gaze rested on me.

   "You are an unusual man, Mr.  Sutter." She pronounced like it was the
verdict of a judge.  "I know of no other man who has succeeded in drawing
in more than one Magdalene woman..."

   "Mother, there were the twins..." Naomi interrupted.

   "Hmmm...  Since you are right, I'll forgive the interruption..."
Elizabeth said indulgently.  "But I would wager that nobody will correct me
when I say that no other man has chanced on two separate Magdalene's... 
And have a four generations of Magdalenes lusting after him in the same
room!"

   With that final pronouncement, I wasn't the only one blushing.  I
furtively looked to Kathryn with a look intended to beg her forgiveness,
only to see her beaming with obvious pride.  I took the opportunity to
cross the room and take a seat on the sofa between Kathryn and Nicole -
trying to make an obvious statement, by sitting close to my wife and
holding her hand.

   "Erin," Rachel.  "We would like you to come stay with us, we have so
much to catch up on."

   Erin looked distressed and I felt Kathryn squeeze my hand.  A sideways
glance and I saw Kathryn giving me her "Do Something" look and I
immediately wished that we had the same link that Erin and I had.  What was
I supposed to do?  A longer look at Kathryn showed me that we in fact had a
different sort of silent communication - one developed over many years of
marriage and knowing each other so well.  I saw the maternal look that told
me she wanted us to care for Erin.

   "We'd hoped that she would stay with us, Rachel..." I said and saw a
glimmer of relief on Erin's face.

   "We'd like her to settle in.  After all, she's going to go to school and
live with us for her senior year." Kathryn announced happily.

   The happy surprise on Erin's face was obvious to all.  Leah seemed as
though she were about to object, but stopped when her mother's hand rested
on her forearm, in a gesture to silence her.

   "That is so generous of you, Kathryn!" Elizabeth put an arm around
Naomi, who still sat next to her.  "By sharing the knowledge of our family,
you have become our family.  We are thrilled that she is back among
family."

   I looked at Leah and saw that her apparent resistance had evaporated. 
Erin was thrilled and I was still puzzled as to what had transpired.

   "Aren't we having dinner?" Naomi asked in a complete change of topic. 
"I have a little girl who's starving!" she added, patting her bulging
tummy.

   When she said this, I realized that both Lin and Allie were missing and
I asked Kathryn where they were.

   "The kitchen." She whispered and got up and addressed the other women.
"We have a hungry expectant mother here, let's see how dinner preparations
are going!"

   I followed Kathryn willingly.  Looking over my shoulder, I noted that
Naomi was following as well.  We found Lin in the kitchen at the center of
a flurry of cooking frenzy.  Dina, my older daughter had returned home and
flew into my arms when she saw me.

   "Popausaurus!" She squealed in delight, hugging me tight so that her
full firm breasts pressed against me.

   Dina had always been 'out there,' especially when compared to her
thoughtful, reserved younger sister, Allie.  She proved it yet again.

   "My Popausaurus the Stud Muffin!" She giggled a little too loudly as she
released me, embraced Naomi, giving her a big kiss and stroking her
distended belly.  "How's my little sister-to-be doing?"

   I blushed.  My daughters knew that I had fathered a child with Naomi. 
Shock set in.  It had never occurred to me that they would know.  Exactly
how much did they know?  Surely not the entire story of the Magdalene
women!

   I felt an arm encircle my waist and realized Allie was there.

   "It's cool, Dad." She assured me in a confidential tone.  "Mom
explained, and Dina isn't really that ditzy.  She would never say anything
like that in public...  But you are a lucky guy to have Erin and Naomi, and
still have Mom so happy too..."

   I looked down at my little girl and saw love, acceptance and perhaps a
little curiosity in her eyes.  There was a little underlying warning there
too.  Keeping Kathryn happy was the key to it all.  I patted shoulder and
kissed her forehead.

   "I'm lucky to have you and Dina too!"

   The kitchen was crowded and Lin made it clear dinner was still not
ready. When she was cooking in the kitchen, she seemed to lose her
submissive ways as she chased us out of her way.  Naomi was allowed to stay
nibbling on hors d'oeuvres and my daughters had returned to their assigned
cooking tasks, the rest of us were clearly dismissed from the kitchen.  The
Magdalene women were still talking in the living room, so Kathryn and I
slipped quietly to our bedroom.

   "We have to talk!" I said, closing the door behind us.

   "We've got to do more than talk!" Kathryn replied in a sultry voice as
she unbuttoned my shirt.  "There are a roomful of women out there who lust
for my husband, and I have first rights!  We can talk during, or we can
talk after...  but I want you in me now!"

   In a flash, my shirt was on the floor and she had pushed me back on the
bed.  My shoes came off next and soon jeans were on the floor.  I lay on my
back with my cock already erect and still growing as I watched my wife slip
out of her skirt and blouse.  She stood before me in matching black bra and
bikini panties.  Instead of undressing completely, she kicked off her shoes
and climbed up on the bed, straddling my hips.  She wasted no time, pulling
aside the crotch of her panties and moaning loudly as she lowered herself
onto my phallus.  She was so wet and ready for me.  Reaching down to gently
rub her, I could instantly tell from her swollen labia that she had been in
a heightened state of arousal for a long time.

   "Oh god, Harrison, I needed this..." she said in the deep throaty voice
that only confirmed to me that she was extremely turned on.

   "I guess you missed me..." I replied as my own arousal grew in response
to the rippling muscles of her vaginal walls.

   "mmhmm...." she moaned as I reached up and scooped her breasts out over
the bra cups, exposing her pink nipples.

   "Sweet jeeezzuss!  You better cum quickly mister, we have people
waiting..." She said huskily.

   The aggressive way that she was riding me brought me right to the edge
of orgasm quickly.  Just moments later, she collapsed over me resting on
her forearms as she lost control and an orgasm rolled through her.  Her
hard nipples brushed my chest hairs and she gasped.  I couldn't hold back,
my hips rising to meet hers, I arched my back and succumbed to the pleasure
of my orgasm, releasing my cum into her already dripping pussy.

   "Now, what did you want to talk about?" She asked between gasps for air.
Her hair draped around her face and mine, enhancing the intimacy of the
moment.

   "Talk?  I have no idea...  Did I want to talk?"

   "You said we needed to talk..." she laughed at me.

   "Mmmhmm...  Yeah...  The girls...  Do they know Naomi's baby is mine?" I
recalled the urgent question.

   "First of all Naomi -(TM)s baby is mine too!  Weird.  I may not be the
mommy, but I'm married to the Daddy so somehow the baby is mine too.  I
loaned you to her so I get to claim grandma status at least.

   "Okay, That -(TM)s a confusing rabbit hole I don't want to go down right
now." I laughed.

   "Anyway, Allie had thought you were sleeping with Lin..." she started.
"so I figured it was best to tell them everything...  Lin and me...  You
and Naomi...  Erin too...  Did I miss anyone?"

   "How did they take it?"

   "Well...  really well...  Once Allie found out that Lin wasn't having an
affair with behind my back, it just slipped out about Lim and me.  They had
no problem with it at all.  In fact, they thought it was great that I'm
bi-sexual.  It seems to be the "in thing" nowadays.  As long as our
relationship is strong, their happy.  You're sort of a stud rock star and I
-(TM)m the bi-Mommy rock star in Dina's eyes.  No parents could be more
cool." She cooed as she rolled off to one side of me.  Still connected with
my cock inside her, she propped her head up with her hand.

   "Cool?" My confusion was real.  I looked at my wife.  It was amazing
that she permitted it, and unfathomable that my daughters thought it was
cool.  "They think it's cool that I'm having sex with girls younger than
them?"

   "Their friends loved the photo session and talked about you for days. 
They're surprising girls..." She explained.

   "Surprising?  How so?" I asked.

   "Did you know that Dina is bi too?" I raised my eyebrows, and she
continued.  "Did you know that they're both members of the LGBT club at
college."

   " LGBT?" I asked.

   " Lesbian Gay Bi-sexual and Transgender Club." She explained.

   "But they're straight, right?" I was looking for order in my family.  I
guess I shouldn't have been surprised that one of my daughter's was
bi-sexual, but somehow I was.

   "Dina is bi-sexual, but they're both very accepting of differences..."

   "And they're okay with being big sisters?  How did you explain Naomi's
pregnancy?"

   "Actually Rachel and Naomi explained that one to them.  They had already
fallen in love with Naomi.  She's an amazing girl - hard not to love! 
Anyway, it wasn't hard for them to figure out that Naomi is totally in love
with you.  Rachel told them that she knew Naomi was going to experiment
with sex, which they understood completely.  She explained that she
preferred that it be with you, rather than some random boy who didn't know
what he was doing..."

   "That doesn't explain how she got pregnant..." I protested.  "How was it
better with me?  The older guy who knows what he's doing instead of some
random kid getting her knocked up!"

   "They were convincing on that score too..." Kathryn smiled at the
memory. "Rachel was explaining that no birth control method is perfect, but
then Naomi confessed that she hadn't taken her pills - that she had wanted
to get pregnant.  Rachel explained how she had discussed options with Naomi
- abortion, adoption, etc.  They talked about it with Dina and Allie.  I
was surprised, Allie that was most vocal that Naomi made the right decision
to keep the baby.  When they talked Naomi was just near the limit when an
abortion would have been possible.  The girls actually think that they
influenced Rachel to be more supportive of Naomi -(TM)s decision to keep
the baby."

   "Wow!  That's pretty amazing.  Somehow I had never even thought about
our girls meeting Naomi, let alone knowing she's pregnant."

   "Typical!  She was staying at the cabin, and you thought they wouldn't
notice?" Kathryn teased.  "I think I deserve some credit too.  Just the
fact that I love the idea of our baby had a big influence on the girls
opinions too.  She will be able to be part of a big loving family!  The
girls are as eager to baby-sit as I am and..."

   I was startled by the opening the door and my cock slipped out of
Kathryn's wet pussy when I moved suddenly.  I relaxed again when I saw it
was Lin slipping into the room.  She darted across the room knelt by the
edge of the bed.

   "Dinner will be ready soon." She whispered.

   "I'll be out.  I need to clean up, and this guy needs a shower." Kathryn
said sitting up on the edge of the bed.  "I need to get out there and play
hostess, and I shouldn't be dripping his cum down my thighs."

   "Oh, let me!" Lin jumped and ran to the bathroom, returning with a fresh
hand towel and a warm, wet washcloth.  Slipping the thin straps off her
shoulders, she pulled the elastic bodice of her dress down to her waist and
knelt between Kathryn's knees.

   She couldn't conceal the excitement and joy in her self-appointed task.
First wiping Kathryn with the washcloth, then drying her with the towel, as
I looked on in wonder.

   "That's wonderful, pet.  Thank you." Kathryn placed a hand on Lin's
shoulder, leaning over and kissing Lin on the lips.  "I need to get out to
our guests."

   "Mistress, your lipstick is smudged." Lin said.

   "Don't be long, dear..." Kathryn said as she dressed quickly and turned
to the mirror.  She wiped her lips with Lin's towel and quickly reapplied
her lipstick.

   "I'll take a quick shower and be right out." I said to Lin as I stood
up. I was greeted with an impish grin from Lin, who still had the top of
her sundress down.

   "This submissive behavior is just a game to you, isn't it?" I chuckled
and Kathryn almost laughed as she left the room.

   "A game, Master?  Yes, a game I love!" she winked.  "And something tells
me you like it too..."

   "Kathryn calls you 'pet' now?" I asked.  "Does she spank you?"

   Lin lower her eyes and gave her head a negative shake.

   "I guess I still have that duty, but not now, pet.  Cover those pretty
breasts and get out with your guests.  I'll be right along.

   I watched her through the open bathroom door as she pulled up the
elastic top of her sundress back up and adjusted the strap, and finally she
ran a brush through her hair.  Before leaving the bedroom she turned and
blew me a kiss.

   "Sir, don't fall asleep...  They're all waiting for us." As she darted
out the door, I was left with a whiff of the same delicate floral perfume
that Kathryn used.

   As the door opened and closed, I heard Erin's guitar and immediately
jumped out of bed.  It hit me instantly that Erin, of all people, knew
exactly what had been going in in the bedroom and was playing her guitar to
buy me time and to create a distraction for the sounds of sex in the
bedroom.  It was an added bonus that she also bought time for me to rinse
off quickly in the shower.  Years of sailing and traveling by RV had taught
me to take a shower quickly and using very little water.  Those lessons
also taught me to do it quickly in cold water.  The bracing chill of the
water dispelled some of the lingering sleepiness that was an after effect
of sex.

   When I found the women on the back deck, Erin had just finished a song
and Kathryn stood up.

   "It's about time sleepyhead!" Kathryn accused me a little more loudly
than necessary.  "I told you to get up and Lin couldn't get you up!  You've
kept our guests waiting.  It's a good thing our songbird could keep
people's minds off of their growling tummies!"

   I bowed my head in feigned chagrin, but I could tell from the amused
looks on the faces staring at me that they were not fooled.  Kathryn and
Elizabeth led everyone to the table.  I brought up the rear, waiting for
Erin to put her guitar away.

   "Did you save any for me?" She whispered with a grin on her face.

   "Yes, silly, and I saved some for Naomi and any of the others who want
me too!" I whispered back, and she arched her eyebrows, acknowledging the
joke.

   "Seriously, I hope there's no soup!  I might fall asleep face down in my
bowl and drown.  I'm beat!" I said aloud.

   She was snickering as she finished closing her guitar case.  I laid a
hand on her shoulder and she instantly answered my concern.  There wasn't a
trace of jealousy or resentment.

   Dinner was an elaborate affair with Lin both seated at the table and
acting as a serving girl.  She did it with such grace and dignity that
people felt honored by the attention she lavished on everyone.  The table
talk was lively among the women, and leaving me free to observe and
conserve my energy.

   My daughters had grown up.  They held their own in the dinner
conversation and in my secret beauty contest.  Well, perhaps not secret
with Erin at the table.  Nicole kept looking at me through smoldering eyes.
I didn't need Erin's gift to read her mind.  To my surprise, Naomi was
smoldering with sensuality, despite her distended abdomen, I could almost
smell her need.  A sudden realization struck me that Rachel may well be
bi-sexual.  When she wasn't looking at me, she seemed to have difficulty
keeping her eyes off of Kathryn.  Even Leah and Elizabeth seemed to be
suppressing sexual desires.  This was crazy.  It had to be my imagination,
I thought as I gazed around the table.  What was all this sex turning me
into?  At the other end of the table my eyes finally rested on Erin.  She
was looking back at me with her quirky little smile and a look in her eyes
that told me that I was absolutely correct.  Everyone at the table was
aroused.  For a moment, I had a fanciful image of the evening turning into
an orgy, but quickly suppressed the thought, but not before Erin gave a
sudden giggle.  The thought was simply too exhausting to contemplate.

   "Harrison?" Rachel's voice broke through my reverie.

   "Hmmm?" I tried to remember what I had missed in the table conversation.

   "What are your plans for resuming your trip?" Rachel asked.

   "Oh, hmmm..  We haven't discussed it."

   "It was a photography expedition?"

   "Well, a road trip, I love driving the backroads.  You never knew what
you'll find." I winked at Erin, "But yes, the destination was a photography
workshop down near Mesa Verde in Colorado." I replied.

   "Nature?  Archaeology?" She pressed

   "Not exactly, it is glamour workshop." I replied.

   "Beautiful nude women..." Dina clarified.

   "Yana's scheduled to be there, Mother!" Naomi inserted.  "Remember I
showed you her photos on the computer."

   "Ah, yes.  A very pretty girl." Elizabeth said.  "Do you still have time
to get there?  You left your vehicle in Wisconsin, is that right?"

   "We left the RV at the campground, but if we get back in a couple of
days and drive straight through, we can make it." Erin interrupted.

   This elicited a stony look from the three eldest Magdalene women and
there was an uncomfortable silence.  It reminded me that we hadn't
discussed the reason for our hasty return, but we couldn't very well
discuss it in front of Lin and my daughters, who knew nothing of their
secret.

   "We've just met our long lost niece, you can't take her away from us so
soon!" Leah said sweetly, but I knew she was insisting.

   "I want..." Erin started, but I interrupted.

   "I know just how you feel!  I don't want to give up my new model so soon
either.  I have registered her as one of the workshop models and the
organizers have expressed real interest in her..." It wasn't exactly true,
I was confident that I could make it happen.  Erin's eyes brightened at the
idea: Leah started to protest, but I continued.  "Have you seen her
photos?"
"Let's do a slideshow!" Naomi jumped in enthusiastically.  "I can hook

the laptop up to the TV and we can watch in style!"

   "I will clear the table and serve coffee and dessert in the family
room." Lin said.  "That will give Naomi time to set up."

   The older Magdalene women were obviously flustered by this development,
but were too polite to say anything.  There was a flurry of activity and
nobody noticed when Rachel conspiratorially whispered to me that she wanted
to speak to me alone.  I looked up and saw Kathryn smile.  She nodded
indicating that she knew what was up and agreed with whatever it was. 
Rachel and I met Naomi at the door of my study, as Naomi was carrying out
the laptop and some cables.

   "About Erin?" I asked as Rachel shut the door, preparing to advocate for
her continued companionship on my road trip.

   "That's only part of it." Rachel replied, standing intimately close, and
fingering the collar of my polo shirt.  "Please let Erin resolve that with
Leah and Elizabeth.  It's the family's concerns for her, but I am sure that
I can help influence them.  I know how you will take care of the Magdalene
girls.  But we do need time with her before she goes anywhere."

   I nodded in agreement, uncertain what she meant, but more aware of the
sensuality of Rachel's proximity to me.  I could feel the heat of her body
radiating.

   "It's about my niece Nicole." Rachel moved even closer and whispered
unnecessarily.  "She desperately wants her child and won't consider anyone
but you to father..."

   "But..." I sputtered in protest.

   Rachel took both my hands and gave me a sensual look that melted any and
arguments that I was formulating.

   "Kathryn has to agree..." I said in a low voice.

   Rachel smiled, kissed me and assured me that my wife had agreed, which I
already suspected.

   "Nicole must ask me herself..." I added, and Rachel nodded in agreement.


   "She will" Rachel kissed me again, more passionately this time.  "And
us?"

   "Us?" I whistled through my teeth.  We were interrupted by a knock at
the door.  Rachel took a step back as Allie opened the door.

   "Naomi and Lin are ready!" Allie stuck her head in the door.

   As we left the room, Allie stopped me with a hand on my elbow.

   "What was that?" she asked in a hushed voice.

   "What was what?" I asked, concerned at what she may have overheard.  She
gave a looked that I couldn't read, and led me to the family room.

   "Oh, Jesus.  Does everyone know?" I wondered in exasperation, looking
around the room as I entered.  I was the last to arrive and everyone else
was comfortably seated.

   Kathryn didn't call it the family room.  She had preferred to call it
the "Screening Room" ever since I had installed the large TV theater system
with surround sound and arranged all the seating to assure good viewing
angles.  They had saved a seat on a sofa for me, between Kathryn and Erin.

   Naomi had a Jack Johnson CD playing quietly in the background.  I noted
with interest that Lin was seated between my two daughters, but noticeably
closer to Dina.

   The screen of the large LCD TV sprang to life with a candid photo of
Erin in the RV.  She was only wearing a pair of pink panties.  She called
them 'boy shorts' but the fit very snugly and were far too lacey for a boy.
Her bottom was towards the camera and she had turned her torso towards me.
A hand barely covered her breasts and she was sticking out her tongue. 
Elizabeth harrumphed that this was cute but hardly glamour.  Erin blushed.

   A muted squeal of excitement came from the corner where Rachel was
seated next to Nicole.  When everyone looked she covered her mouth and put
her head down to hide.  Rachel had obviously told her that I had agreed to
father her child, because she kept throwing glances my way for the
remainder of the show.

   Having only seen the lake side photoshoot on the laptop screen, I was
pleased to see them on the large screen.  Even more gratifying was the
group's reaction.  They loved every shot.  There was a collective gasp at
the shot where Erin emerged from the water topless.

   "Look at this!" Naomi said enthusiastically.

   She zoomed in on Erin and pointed out nuances of the lighting.  Zooming
in again, she pointed out the sparkling drops of water on Erin's nipples.
Erin's part of the show ended with a photo of Erin singing with the owner
of the guitar store where we purchased her first guitar.  There were
requests to see other photos.  I was astonished that people wanted to see
them, particularly Yana's session.  When we got to the shots of Lin and
Yana there were gasps of appreciation and when the scene in the cloth with
Kathryn, Lin and Yana appeared, I could sense the heightened sensuality in
the room.  Perhaps it really was pheromones, because I could smell the
feminine arousal in the room, which in turn made me as horny as hell.  As
if in response to my feelings, I felt a hand slide onto each of my thighs.
Looking down I saw Erin and Kathryn's hands moving up and down my thighs,
and looking up, I saw them both turn their heads and smile at me as though
it were planned.  I couldn't respond to the stimulus in front of everyone.
Looking around, I saw that Dina's hand had disappeared discreetly under the
hem of Lin's sundress.  Thankfully the show was over before this torment
got too carried away.

   "May we talk privately to Erin about some family matters before we go
home for the night?" I looked up to see Elizabeth, Rachel and Leah standing
in front of us.

   Erin looked to me for support, but I nudged her to get up, and I rose
too.

   "Why don't you use my study?" I suggested.

   They smiled in response left the group.  Others trailed out for their
own reasons, leaving Naomi, Kathryn and Nicole remaining behind with me. 
Nobody spoke for a moment, pretending to listen to the music.  At least I
knew I was pretending, and waiting for Nicole to get the nerve to ask me
her question.  Finally Naomi nudged her, but she remained shy and quiet.

   I moved over to one side of the sofa and Kathryn patted the cushion
between us.  Naomi encouraged her again and she came to sit between us.  It
was hard for me to believe that this was the same girl who had voluntarily
posed seductively for me at her aunt's office.  Her brown hair was just as
perfectly styled, though her outfit was casual, but new.  Naomi got up
slowly, and excused herself, leaving Nicole alone with us.

   "Why so nervous?" I asked as she settled in.

   "Auntie Rachel said that she had talked to you and that it would be
okay..." Nicole said nervously, eyes darting between Kathryn and me.

   I wanted to hug her and reassure her, but I refrained.

   "What did Rachel say that we talked about?"

   "She said I had to ask you to do it, that it had to be okay with
Kathryn, and ..." She looking back and forth between Kathryn and me, and
then down at her own hands fidgeting in her lap.  She looked so nervous
that Kathryn couldn't help hugging her.

   "Did Rachel tell you everything I said?" I asked seriously.

   She looked confused.

   "What you have to do?" I prompted.

   She lowered her eyes shyly.  Kathryn gave a puzzled look.

   "Well?" I pressed.

   "I have to ask you myself...  will you?"

   "Will I what?"

   "Make love to me?" she whispered, shyly eyes downcast.

   "Is that all you want?" I asked.  Kathryn gave me a look that clearly
meant the thought I was being mean, but she remained silent.

   "I want you to make me pregnant, please." She burst out after a pause.

   I put an arm around her and pulled her close.

   "That makes you pretty nervous, hmmm?" Kathryn asked.  "Why is that? 
Haven't you already had a lover?"

   "Mmhmm..." Nicole murmured "but it didn't work."

   "Why didn't it work?"

   "I don't know.  I timed it right..." She sounded agitated and
disappointed.

   "Sweetheart, when's your next fertile period?" Kathryn asked tenderly.

   "I just missed one..." she whispered.

   "What I told your aunt was that I wanted you to ask me yourself.  Know
why I said that?" She shook her head silently, and I took her hand in mine
and hugged her closer to comfort her.  "I wanted to know what you really
want, Nicole.  I didn't want to hear it from someone else.  Everyone seems
to know you want me to get you pregnant, but you had never talked to me
about it.  What do you want, darling.  And why do you want it with me?"

   Nicole was silent a moment before she spoke in a quiet voice.

   "I want my baby, and..." She paused.  "I need you to be the daddy."

   "Why me, sweetie?"

   "Because you're special.  All the Magdalene's know it."

   "Why am I so special?"

   "It's the way you think...  I mean you're smart and nice."

   "Okay, that's flattering...  Perhaps I should make sperm donations!"

   "No!  I want..." She looked at Kathryn questioningly.  "I want you to
make love to me.  I want it to be special."

   Kathryn hugged her too and I could see Nicole relax in the reassurance
that hug gave her.

   "Now that we're all in agreement, I think that if you want it to be
loving and special, Nicole, you're going to have to get to know him...  Not
tonight though, because I know he's tired.  Why don't you two go out on
date or something fun together!" Kathryn suggested.

   I looked at Nicole making it clear that I liked Kathryn's idea, but I
wanted to hear from Nicole's.

   "A date would be amazing.  Could I pose for you too?" She asked
hopefully.  "May I?"

   "Sure!  We can book the studio for the first time you're free.  Can you
get off work tomorrow?" I said

   "Book the studio?  I thought it was here, in your house..."

   "I was joking.  We can do it anytime that Rachel will let you off of
work."

   Nicole jumped up, apparently to go consult her aunt, and then sat back
down, threw her arms around me and kissed me full on the lips.  She turned
and kissed Kathryn with equal enthusiasm, whereupon she jumped up and left
the room.

   "That went well..." Kathryn grinned and I returned a questioning look.
"Did you get tongue with your kiss too?"

   "You think she plays on both teams?" I laughed.

   "I don't think she's bi, but she knows I am and clearly wants to make
sure I'm happy with sharing my loving husband." She said.  "I think she had
a bad experience with the other guy.  I bet he was more interested in
fucking a virgin than in making love..."

   "You're probably right...  You usually are..."

   "Only usually?  Hmmph!" Kathryn sniffed indignantly.

   We went upstairs and found that Dina, Allie and Lin were in the hot tub,
while Naomi and Nicole only sat on the edge of the pool with their feet
dangling in the bubbling hot water.

   "Why don't you get in?" I asked.  "I'm sure there are spare swimsuits
around that someone can give you?"

   "Preggie girls can't get in hot tubs, Daddy!" Naomi teased, but Nicole
stood up, went over to a chair, and stripped to her bra and panties, and
carefully folded her clothes before neatly laying them on the chair.  She
carefully lowered herself into the hot tub between Dina and Allie, no
swimsuit needed, but maintaining her modesty.

   "Daddy-I-Love-You!" Dina called out musically.

   "What do you want, Dina dear?" I asked good-naturedly, knowing the
"Daddy-I-Love-You!" game meant she wanted something from me and cutting to
the point.

   "Could you bring us some cold ice tea?  Please, Daddy dearest?"

   "Your heart's desire is my command, baby girl." I bowed with a dramatic
flourish.

   In the kitchen I found a large tray, a pitcher and glasses.  After
filling the pitcher, I garnished each glass with a sprig of fresh mint and
carried it out to the deck.  Even before I filled the glasses, I noticed
the collection of bikini tops that had been thrown out onto the deck.  I
stooped to collect them and then lay them on the deck's railing to dry.

   "I hope you don't mind, Daddy..." Dina giggled, "we let the girls
out..."

   I must have looked puzzled

   "The girls, Daddy!  Our boobs!" She clarified and everyone laughed.  All
the young women, had indeed let their  -~girls -(TM) out.  Even my
straight-laced daughter, Allie, had her surprisingly full and firm breasts
on display.  Only Nicole remained covered.  I quietly went about serving
tea and made no response to Dina and making no comment on the beautiful
display before me.

   "Harrison?" Nicole called my attention, sitting up straighter than the
other girls, her pert breasts encased a wet bra.  "You promised me a photo
shoot.  Can we do it tomorrow?"

   "Sure, Nikki," I responded, picking up the girls' nickname for her.  "In
the afternoon.  Why don't you come for lunch?"

   "Great!  Can my cousins pose with me for some of the photos?" She asked.

   "You mean Naomi?" I replied.  Everyone in the hot tub looked at her too.

   "Naomi and Erin." She corrected me.

   "Oh!  Yes, of course, if they want to..."

   "I need some maternity shots, like you did for the women at mom's
clinic. They were amazing!" Naomi was enthusiastic about the idea and I
suspected that Erin would go along with it.

   "Sounds good to me.  Ask Erin if you see her, otherwise I'll ask her in
the morning." I replied.  "You girls enjoy yourselves.  I'm going to find
Kathryn and head to bed soon.  Good night!"

   There was a chorus of good night wishes and as I left I overheard the
girls talking about maternity.  When I found Kathryn, she was fussing
around in the kitchen, washing berries and cutting melon in preparation for
the next day's breakfast.  I hugged her from behind with my arms wrapped
around her chest below her breasts and my chin resting on her shoulder as
she washed fresh blueberries.  She twisted her head around to kiss my cheek
and went back to her work.

   "A special breakfast?" I asked.

   "Mmhmm..." She responded and wiggled her bottom back towards my cock,
pressing it closer.  "My husband's back.  And her brought a wonderful girl
home with him..."

   "You like Erin?"

   "What's not to like?" She twisted again in my hug to kiss me.  "I know
I'll love her..."

   I chuckled and I know she felt my cock grow firm against her ass.

   "Dirty mind!" She murmured.  "But yes...  As a lover too, if she'll let
me."

   "She has already told me she wants to..." I thought back to a mental
image from Erin of her embraced by both Kathryn and me.  "I don't think she
is really bi-sexual, but I know she wants us to love her in all ways."

   Kathryn had just finished washing the last bunch of grapes, when we
heard the study door open and voices.

   "Oh!  You and Erin can have our bedroom tonight." She sensed my protest
coming.  "It's okay, I'll sleep with Lin."

   "No.  It will make Erin uncomfortable...." I was cut off by Rachel
coming into the kitchen.

   "Thank you for your hospitality...  Thank you for finding her...  She is
a very special girl...  Extraordinary in fact." Rachel was beaming.  "Thank
you for everything."

   "You all had a good talk?" I asked.

   "Yes!  Wonderful!  We are so fortunate that it was you that found her
and brought her home to us.  We can't tell you how much it means to us!"
Leah said from behind Rachel.  "But it's late and we need to let you settle
for the night.  Is it alright if Nicole and Naomi leave later?"

   "Of course.  They'll stay up late, but we're going to bed soon." Kathryn
said.  "They're welcome to spend the night.  I am sure we can find a place
for everyone to sleep."

   Kathryn wiped her hands on a towel and embraced Rachel with an intimacy
that made me smile.  My wife was blossoming into a very loving and sensual
woman.  I wondered about this change, but loved it too.  Our relationship
seemed stronger and yet more open than it had ever been.

   We walked down to the front door with Erin and the older Magdalenes, the
Mothers, as they called themselves.  The good-byes at the door were
accompanied by kisses and hugs.  After seeing them off, we headed back up
stairs.  There was an awkward moment after I said that I was heading to
bed. Erin didn't seem to have read our intentions.  She just looked
exhausted.

   "It may be a crowded house tonight.  Do you mind sharing our bed, Erin?"
I asked, knowing the response.

   Erin looked to Kathryn and saw the response that she needed in the older
woman's eyes.  Kathryn went out to the back to settle sleeping arrangements
with the girls and was back shortly.  Kathryn took Erin hand and led her to
the bedroom.  I closed the door behind us.

   "You look so tired, baby." Kathryn said maternally.  "Let me help you."

   To my surprise they began to undress each other, so I followed their
example and undressed myself.

   "We don't usually wear pajamas..." Kathryn said.

   "I know..." Erin said in a small voice.  "Daddy never wore them in the
RV, so I didn't either...  I like it now..."

   She stepped into Kathryn's arms and hugged her, pressing their bare
bodies together.  Erin might have been an inch or so shorter than Kathryn,
but her firm, upturned breasts compressed against Kathryn's.  My wife
smiled at me over the young redhead's shoulder.  I don't think she could
have been happier.  When Erin released the tight hug, Kathryn looked at her
face to face and was rewarded with a long and passionate kiss.  Not wanting
to interrupt their moment, I finished undressing and slipped between the
cool cotton sheets.  Slowly I dimmed the room lights and lay there watching
them for a long moment.  The kissing continued and Erin's hands began to
run lightly up and down my wife's back, until one rested on her buns and
another on the small of her back.  Kathryn took her cue from Erin, but went
farther and fondled her breast with one hand.  Slowly they broke it off and
when Erin turned towards me, she was smiling and her face was flushed. 
Kathryn hugged her from behind cupping Erin's breasts in her hands as
though her hands were a push-up bra.

   "He looks comfy, shall we join him?" Kathryn asked.

   "Mmhmm..." Was Erin's only response.

   I was interested to see that Erin tried to maneuver so that Kathryn
would get in bed first, placing her between Erin and me, but Kathryn was
not having any of that.

   "Daddy's in the middle, Little Girl."

   "Daddy's tired," I complained.  "Can we just sleep?"

   They grinned at each other and Erin snuggled in next to me, with Kathryn
on my other side.  I couldn't help but react to the closeness of my wife's
naked body after being separated for so long.  My cock grew firm against
her belly and her breasts pressed against me.  I felt a hand gently caress
my swelling organ.  Without looking down, I knew immediately that it was
Erin's hand as her thoughts rushed to me from the contact.  When I did
looked down, I saw what I already knew, that Kathryn's hand had guided
Erin's to me.  Erin passed me images that were clearly from Kathryn's own
imagination.  Knowing that what was coming was from my wife's own unspoken
desire made it especially thrilling.

   My sleepiness and fatigue evaporated.  I lay on my back and pulled
Kathryn into a kiss.  She shifted her body in response to Erin's movements
and gasped.  I sensed Erin's hand spreading Kathryn's labia and touching
her moist pussy.  To make access easier Erin climbed over my wife's hips
and knelt between is, giving me a slow hand job and fingering Kathryn. 
Through Erin I could sense both Kathryn's pleasure, but also Erin's
wonderment at the effect she was having.

   She stretched up and kissed Kathryn's breasts, and then down further to
place a kiss the head of my cock.  When she started to sit up, Kathryn
objected.

   "Let me see Daddy in your mouth...."

   Obediently Erin took the head of my cock in her mouth and looked up at
Kathryn with eager eyes.  I could sense her excitement and intense arousal.


   "You look adorable with Daddy in your mouth..." Kathryn's voice had
dropped an octave and grew huskily - sure sign of her arousal.  "Make him
feel good, Baby...  Yes, suck on him!"

   Kathryn kissed me with an abandon and passion that brought me higher. 
She looked down at Erin who was taking me deep into her mouth and then
pulling back until I was completely exposed.  Meanwhile, I was playing with
Kathryn's nipples.

   "Daddy said you let him fuck you.  Is that true, baby?"

   Erin let me slip from her lips.

   "Mmhmm...  Was that okay Mommy?"

   "Yes, it's wonderful!  Mommy wants to see how baby does it."

   This crazy role playing was making me even more aroused and my cock was
throbbing in Erin's small hand.

   "Should I do it now?" Erin asked sweetly.

   "Yes, baby, please do it."

   Erin lowered her head on my cock and sucked it a little more.  Lifting
her head, she let saliva drip from her mouth on to the head of my cock,
from where it dripped down the shaft.  Kathryn gasped.  Erin moved to place
one of her knees next to mine and slowly swung the other over my legs to
place it next to my other knee.  She reached forward to place a hand on
either side of my shoulders, and gracefully moved up, hovering over me, to
kiss me and then stretched to kiss my wife.  Embracing her, Kathryn ran her
fingers through Erin's red hair.

   "You are marvel, my love." Kathryn whispered in her ear and then
released her.  "It's as though you are acting out my fantasy..."

   Erin's returned a smoldering hot stare as she raised herself up to a
kneeling position over me.  She settled back down, and stroked my cock,
still wet and dripping her saliva, and then raised herself once again. 
Shuffling forward on her knees, she positioned herself over my cock.  She
looked silently from me to Kathryn and back before she raised my cock
straight up and positioned it at her labia.  Holding me with her left hand,
she spread her own pussy open and lowered herself a little.

   "Oh...  He's so big..." She said speaking from the back of her throat.

   "You're doing fine..." Kathryn rasped.  "Go slow baby..."

   Erin did just that.  Slowly, she lowered herself.  I was on fire with
the sensations and the images, both those I saw and the ones coming from
Erin.  Her warm pussy wrapped itself around my cock.  Just a few nights
previously, I had fucked her for the first time.  Now I was in bed with her
and my wife.  I couldn't contain my moans of deep pleasure - moans and
sighs that seemed to emanate from my innermost core.

   "Oh, baby look...  Daddy loves this!" Kathryn encouraged her.  When I
was fully inside her she sat still.  Kathryn reached up to fondle her
breast and then down to probe where my cock entered the younger girl,
rubbing her clitoris.  The effect on Erin was immediate.  She arched her
back and moaned with pleasure.  I knew she had been exhausted to the point
of collapse when she came to bed.  She was pushing herself, not just for
me, but for Kathryn.  Her pleasure and her desire to please drove her on.

   She rose up and down on my cock, each stroke almost fully exposing the
length of my shaft and then burying it inside her.  Rising to her knees,
facing Erin, Kathryn had started to finger her own pussy, at the same time
as she rubbed Erin's clit.  In spite of having had sex that day, I was
building to the brink of a orgasm.  Erin began panting and controllably and
she was on the brink of both exhaustion and orgasm.  Sitting up slightly
Kathryn started kissing the young redhead's breasts, throwing her over the
edge into a crashing orgasm.  Erin collapsed forward on top of me, as my
sperm gushed into her.  Kathryn slid up on the bed next to me.

   "That was the most amazing sex I -(TM)ve ever had!  Thank you, for
bringing Erin home.  You have a special talent for finding wonderful women,
Mr.  Sutter." She whispered in my ear as I joined Erin in sleep.



   Chapter 11

   I woke and found that I was no longer lying between Kathryn and Erin.  I
raised my head from the pillow and gazed at my two lovers snuggled close to
each other.  Somehow during the night Erin had moved back between my wife
and me.

   The house was silent when I walked barefoot to the kitchen, wearing only
baggy exercise shorts and a T-shirt.  I started coffee brewing and went
back to the bathroom to brush my teeth.  Passing Dina's bedroom, I glanced
through the open door and saw two sleeping bodies on the bed.  Dina was
closest to me and the lustrous jet black hair on the other side told me who
her partner was.  There was no need to check Lin's bed.  I shook my head in
wonder.  My daughter was sleeping with my wife's lover.

   "This could become awkward..." I thought.

   When I returned to the kitchen, I started making French toast.  I had
the orange juice made and the first batch of French toast was ready when
Allie came into the kitchen, Rubbing the sleep from her eyes.  She let me
wrap my arms around her in a fatherly hug.

   "You the only one who slept alone last night?" I asked.

   I felt her head nod and then go still.

   "Huh?" she asked sounding bewildered.  "What are you talking about?  Who
didn't sleep alone?"

   "Look in Dina's room." I chuckled.

   "Oh, them.  Dina offered to sleep in Lin's room so Naomi could have the
Dina's room, and Nikki is asleep in the other bed in my room." Allie pulled
herself up onto a barstool at the granite breakfast bar.  She had a sudden
startled look on her face.

   "Lin and Dina?  As in sleeping in the same bed?" Allie laughed.  "I
shoulda known."

   I slid a plate of French toast and a glass of orange juice under her
nose, followed by a mug of coffee.  I ate standing up, watching my daughter
struggle to wake up.  When I had finished eating, and it became clear that
Allie was still too sleepy to talk, I walked out of the kitchen.

   "Can't let breakfast go to waste!  I'm going to wake someone up..." I
said over my shoulder.

   At the end of the hall, I quietly opened Dina's bedroom door.  The
curtains were closed.  In the dim light, I could see Naomi's mass of
strawberry blonde hair covering the pillow.  Allie had been right, Naomi as
asleep in Dina's bed.  I watched her for a long moment, admiring her as she
slept.  When I sat on the on the edge of the bed beside her, she awoke
slowly and smiled.

   "Hey..." she acknowledged me sleepily and scooted over in the bed to
make room for me.

   "How's our baby, Mom?" I asked leaning over to kiss her.

   She didn't answer, prolonging our kiss with one arm around my neck and
another pulling back the covers.  Her bare skin radiated warmth.  I slipped
from her grasp and quickly pulled off my shorts and T-shirt.

   "Hmmm..." She vocalized appreciatively, looking at my erection as I
crawled into bed beside her.  As I snuggled in next to her, she wrapped her
hands around my cock.  "It's been a long time..."

   "How's my little girl?" I asked, rubbing my hands over her swollen
belly. "Almost six, months now, isn't she?"

   "Mmhmm...  Five and a half..." She moaned as my hand explored lower
below her abdomen.

   In response to a nudge, she rolled over with her back to me.  I ran a
hand over her breasts.  They were larger than I remembered and I wondered
when she would start lactating.  My hand glided down her side and circled
around her belly.  Pregnant women had always amazed me.

   "Is she moving yet?" I wondered aloud.

   "Mmhmm..." She murmured as she wiggled her ass into position.

   I felt her hot wetness on the head of my cock and slowly slipped inside
her.  Lying on our sides, I had to slip in hand under her hips and lay the
other over her hips to pull her ass closer and force my way deeper in.

   "Mmmmm..." She moaned with quiet satisfaction.  "I've needed you in me
for a long time..."

   "I've missed you too." I whispered as I slipped in and out in a slow
almost languid movement.  "There's something special about making love to
you while you're pregnant with my daughter..."

   "Almost like you're making love to both of us..." She sighed.  "We both
feel loved..."

   Her belly was almost the size of a bowling ball, the skin smooth and
taut.  I caressed it with both hands as I kept you a gentle, loving
thrusting motion.

   "The father of Magdalene babies never see the mother pregnant..." she
paused to gasp as I thrust in, I felt my daughter move within her.  "Oh....
The poor mothers never get this wonderful loving..."

   "Why don't guys get to see..." I started to ask.  "Oh, dumb question...
They can't even know you're pregnant or they might want the baby..."

   "Mmhmm" She started breathing heavier, but lay still as a recipient of
my gentle loving.  "Will you be there when she's born?"

   "If you'll let me..." I caught my breath...

   "Mmhmm...  I want you there..." she paused and shuddered in response to
a deeper thrust.  "What shall we name her?"

   "Name suggestions, hmmm?" I asked between deep breaths.  "Let me think."

   "Uhhhh..  O god!  That feels so good...." She whispered in a low voice.
"No, my Mother's are so traditional.  They say only I can name her....  I
want you to name her...  Oh fuck me..."

   "Ohfuckme Magdalene?  That's a terrible name!" I joked between slow
thrusts, and she groaned.

   She she couldn -(TM)t bring herself to laugh, curled into a fetal ball,
lying in her side.  The only points of contact between our bodies' were my
hands on her hips, my tummy against her ass, and my cock sliding in and out
of her swollen pussy.  She let out a low, sustained moan.  I felt the baby
move.  Naomi's whole body shuddered and I arched my back as I shot my cum
deep inside her.

   I fell asleep, but only for an instant.  I awoke again when Naomi pushed
back and then straighten her body.  My cock was still hard and buried in
her pussy.

   "Do you have a name picked out?" She picked up where we had left off.

   "Name?  Yes, I do." I said flatly.

   "Well?" She sounded amused.

   "Well what?" She asked "are you going to tell me?"

   "Kathryn."

   "Oh my god!  You read my mind!" She giggled.

   "No I didn't!" I said, hoping it didn't sound defensive.

   She rolled over to face me and cupped my cheeks in her hands.  My cock,
still wet and slick from her pussy, pressed against her swollen belly... 
the baby...  Kathryn moved again.

   "I think she likes us to make love...  She's never moved this much
before..." She whispered.  "I wanted to name her Kathryn, but I was afraid
you wouldn't like it.  Will Kathryn mind?"

   "No!  She'll be flattered, but I'll tell her."

   "No, don't.  I'm supposed to name my daughter and I don't want Mom to
know that I asked you."

   I heard noise in my bedroom next door.  I sat up on the edge of the bed.

   "People are up.  I'm supposed to be making French toast for breakfast. I
better get out there..." I said.

   Naomi smile and lifted herself up on her elbow.  As I stood, she reached
out to lay a hand on my hip.  I turned to look at her.  Her eyes went to my
wet, softening cock and then up to my eyes.  I knew what she wanted but
pulled away.

   "There are people waiting for me out there, you pregnant little hussy!"
I teased as I pulled my shorts on.

   Back out in the kitchen, Allie was still drinking coffee and reading the
paper.  She raised an eyebrow, tilted her head and went back to reading
with a wry, knowing smile on her face.

   "What?" I asked.

   "Nothing!  Did I say anything?" She chuckled softly to herself.

   "You didn't need to say anything!  Your expression says too much
already." I shot back.  She just laughed and I didn't press it.  I knew
what she was thinking.

   I was flipping the next batch of French toast when Erin came into the
kitchen and gave me a loving kiss, oblivious of Allie watching

   "Kathryn will be thrilled..." Erin thought, she obviously wanted me to
know she had overheard.  "She's so excited about the baby!"

   "Does she know about the name?" I questioned in a thought.

   "No, you were very quiet - sound wise...  But your thoughts and love
were loud and sweet."

   "You two okay?"

   We looked up to realize that Kathryn was watching us.  We'd been
standing there holding hands quietly without moving for an unusually long
time.  I looked at her and grinned.

   "French toast?" I asked.

   Kathryn gave me a puzzled look but we were interrupted by Lin, Dina and
Naomi all coming into the kitchen all at once.  Erin was still holding my
hand.

   "You've been busy in the last 24 hours..." She thought and I could help
but look at her quizzically.

   I blushed and she burst out laughing.  Everyone else looked at us like
we were crazy this time.

   "French toast anyone?" I asked, still blushing as I turned to the
griddle.

   I steadfastly ignored the questions and teasing.  Erin on the other
hand, betrayed me and joined with the other women in teasing me.  It
continued throughout most of breakfast time.  Mental note of advice to guys
thinking about your wife sharing you with other women, you'll need a thick
skin!  Women can't help ganging up on you.

   Only after everyone had eaten did the plans for the day come out. 
Apparently Rachel had arranged to come pickup Erin and take her shopping at
Tysons Corner Mall.  With that activity as an attraction that all the other
women wanted to join, I was not at all surprised when it seemed that I
would have the house to myself for the morning.

   "I'm going to the gym, after I make reservations to fly back and resume
the trip." I stated.  "I'll make them for anyone else who wants to come..."

   All eyes immediately turned up to Erin.

   "Can I go?" She asked, sounding frightened.  "Please?"

   Kathryn laid her hand on top of Erin's in a gesture of comfort.

   "Either you go, or he goes alone, and you stay with me, but you need to
spend time with Rachel, Leah and Elizabeth before you go." She said.  "It's
your trip."

   There were a couple of other dismayed looks around the table, most
noticeably Lin and Dina, but Kathryn was making it clear that my offer
wasn't really open to everyone.

   "Can you make a reservation for me too?  But don't buy the ticket until
I talk to Aunt Rachel?" Erin asked.  Something about this statement make
Naomi smile.

   "I bought round trip tickets for us back in Wisconsin, I'll make
reservations to fly out tomorrow.  You talk to Rachel and we'll adjust...
We can change the reservations.  We have a few days of wiggle room on the
itinerary.  It will work out." I reassured her.

   It wasn't long before Rachel arrived to pick everyone up.  Before they
all bustled out the door, Rachel pulled me aside.

   "Heard you are thinking of flying back with Erin tomorrow.  Can you
postpone at least a few days?  Elizabeth and Leah would like to spend some
time with her."

   "Magdalene stuff?" I asked and she nodded.  "I suppose we could delay a
couple days and go on Friday.  Would that be long enough?"

   "The longer the better, but we know how much this trip means to both you
and Erin, so I -(TM)ll make sure that Friday is great with Elizabeth.  If
she -(TM)s okay with it, Leah will be too." She replied.  Erin obviously
had a master strategist working on her side.

   I soon found myself alone in the house.  I went to the study and quickly
made made our reservations for Friday, I then called Earl -(TM)s cell phone
to inform him of our plans.  I suggested that I rent a car, but he insisted
that Emmy would be disappointed.  Apparently she had stayed on with her
friend in Chicago and was looking forward to picking us up at O'Hare
Airport.  She was waiting for word of our return.  I then sent Tony, the
photo workshop coordinator, a text message with a link to Erin's photos and
told him that I had a model who would work on a TFP basis.  He called back
almost immediately to confirm that he would love to have her join the
shoot.

   I then went to my bedroom to change for the gym.  I stripped down and
was in the bathroom when I sensed that I wasn't alone.  Stepping back into
the bedroom I saw Nicole standing in the bedroom doorway.  I grabbed a
towel and wrapped around my waist.  Her eyes popped wide open, so I knew
she had gotten an eyeful, but from her red nose and swollen eyes, it was
clear she had been crying.

   Crossing the room to her, I drew her into my arms and led her to sit on
the edge of the bed.  She was dressed as if she was going to work even
though the office was closed on Saturday.  She wore a crisp white cotton
blouse, a tailored gray skirt, nylons and matching gray heels.  How
incongruous it felt comforting her only wearing a towel around my waist.

   "What's wrong, Nikki?"

   She leaned into me a shuddered with a silent sob.

   "I thought you'd left with everyone else.  Did they abandon you, honey?"

   I felt her silently shake head and waited, quietly holding her in my
arms.

   "You stayed behind on purpose?  Looking for me, huh?" I felt her nod
silently, and kissed her on the top of her head, and a thought occurred to
me.

   "You wanted to see me alone, so you waited for everyone to leave.  Is
that it?" She nodded again.  "Want to tell me what's on your mind?"

   She just clung to me silently.  I could feel her struggling for
composure, so I waited.

   "Will you keep it secret?" She asked quietly.

   "Is it about us?"

   She nodded.  Then paused, looked up at me and shook her head.  "No, it's
about me..." I waited for her to continue, giving her an encouraging smile.
"I'm not like the rest of my family, but the secret is...  promise you
won't tell?"

   I was worried that I wouldn't be able to keep a secret from Erin, so I
said, "I won't say a word."

   "I chickened out.  I never has sex with that guy.  I lied, and said I
did, but I didn't." She started sobbing again.  "They'll hate me when they
find out I lied, but I'm not like Naomi or the others.  They KNEW when they
had the right guy.  I just wasn't sure.  I don't know it like they do...  I
mean he was older, but he looked younger and all...  like you, I figured he
had the right genes, but I didn't know like they ..."

   "Well, Nikki, I can't condone you lying to your Mothers, but I do
understand that you need to be sure you find the right guy.  Are you sure I
am the right guy?"

   "Oh, Yes!" She said emphatically.

   "How can you be so sure, if you don't..." I had a theory and needed the
right word to make the point, "sense things from people like they do?"

   The tension went out of her body and she hugged me.

   "Oh!  You know about the Sense.  I wasn't sure they'd told you
everything!" She gushed.  "Anyway, I don't have it but they can't know that
I don -(TM)t, and I know you are right because Auntie Rachel wants you too.
She says it's so strong in you that even Mother Leah wants you!"

   "So you're absolutely sure?" She nodded emphatically, her tears
forgotten.  "Then why even tell me all this?  Why not just let me take you
to bed?"

   "Cuz you'd know I'm still a virgin, and you wouldn't know to keep it a
secret.  And cuz Auntie Rachel loved the way you and Kathryn and her did it
with Naomi.  She might want to do that again with me!  And if you let her,
then for sure she'd know I'm still a virgin, and she'd know that I lied!"

   "Wouldn't a vibrator have taken care of that little obstacle?"

   She looked horrified.  "That's not the right way for a Magdalene girl!
Do you think you...  could...  I mean...  would you..." she stammered and
stopped.  She looked at me expectantly and I simply returned the expectant
look.

   "You want me to say it, don't you!" She looked at me coyly, to which I
only nodded, and she took a deep calming breath.

   "Will you please...  you know?"

   "Sweetheart, I don't think I can to do it now.  You see...  well, I was
with Naomi this morning, but I promise you, we'll find a way to keep your
secret when Erin and I get back."

   She seems so crushed by my decision.  I pulled her close and nuzzle the
hair behind her ear.

   "There is nothing I want more than to be there for you, Nikki." I
whispered as I kissed her ear.  "And I want your first time to be really
special.  I want us to take our time and make it romantic and loving."

   My hand cupped her breast and she turned to face me with tears forming
in her eyes.  I kissed each eye, tasting her tears and then kissed her lips
with passion.  My tongue parted her lips and her put her arms around me in
a hug.

   "As soon as Erin and I get back, we'll plan a date, like Kathryn said.
Okay?"

   She nodded, and whispered "okay,"

   "How long will that be?" She asked.

   Her disappointment was obvious when I told her that it would be a while,
maybe two or three weeks.

   "We -(TM)ll miss my next fertile time, so we may have to wait even
longer --" she said sadly.

   "It'll be fine.  That will give us time to practice, like Naomi and I
did, before you are fertile.  Naomi liked it that way, didn't she?"

   She seemed encouraged, even a little excited, by the suggestion of doing
it like Naomi had done it.  I stood and pulled her up from the bed.

   "Come on, I had stuff to do before we can have your photo shoot!"

   It wasn't until the afternoon that the girls returned from the mall,
loaded with clothes for Erin.  Nicole had spent the intervening reading
quietly in the living room, while I processed photos on my computer, the
trip to the gym forgotten.

   Dina barged into my study, "Pops!  Don't let Erin whine about us buying
all these clothes for her!  She's been saying she doesn't need so much. 
BS! Like she doesn't deserve it, an' all that shit...  opps!  Sorry, but
you have to tell her she can't go to Colorado without a wardrobe, so she
has to shut up and like it, don't you think, huh?  Pops?"

   "Whoa, baby, slow down.  I get your point, and I'll tell her to complain
silently." I said chuckling the whole while.  I never ceased to be amazed
at how long my daughter could talk without taking a breath.  "Just go easy
on her, okay?"

   "Well, she's gotta do a fashion show for you.  She can't get off without
showing you everything!  But you've already seen all her good stuff,
haven't you." She giggled, and I just rolled my eyes.

   "Oh, Poppsie, you're so lucky you've got this totally awesome new
lifestyle, and a so lucky that Mommsie is so into it too.  We all are!" She
said with a wink, turned and danced out of the room, passing Allie in the
doorway.

   "Why the serious look, Allie?" I asked as she stood there with arms
crossed across her chest.

   "Can we talk?" She asked, taking a step into my study and closing the
door.

   "Uh, sure...  what's up?" I felt concern are her serious tone.

   "We hadn't had a chance to talk since you left the campus, and I wanted
to apologize.  To be honest, Mom explained, but I just couldn't believe
her. This whole time, I was sorta stewing about it.  About you not being
faithful to Mom.  And..."

   "But she explained didn't she?" I interrupted with concern, worried that
I had left campus without fully resolving Allie's concerns.

   "Yea, she explained, but it was hard to really understand.  I mean, you
being a swinger and mom being bi with Lin and all.  I thought she might be
just putting up with it so as not to lose you" She continued.

   "I don't think that I am a swinger.  Isn't that more like sharing with
other couples?"

   "That's just semantics!  You've had sex with pretty much every woman in
this house, except Lin, Dina, me, and sweet little Nikki." Her voice was
raised and I mentally cringed at the mention of Nicole.

   "I think I heard Rachel come home with you..." I said meekly.  "I
haven't had sex with her."

   "At least not by Bill Clinton's definition!" She almost broke her
serious lecturing tone.  "But if she has her way, you'll bed her too!  To
top it off, you're have baby coming with Naomi.  She's barely 17 and
mother-to-be of my little half-sister.  I don't know what the hell is going
on!"

   "I wish I could explain..." I started.  "Being a dad again wasn't ever
my plans..."

   "I wish you could explain it too!  Last night at the hot tub everyone
was talking about you, and then you came and all the girls were baring
their tits for you...  even me!  Only Nicole had the self control to stay
covered.  I haven't got a clue what's going on!!"

   "Sweetheart, I wish l could explain it to you.  Do you want me to do
something to stop it?" I asked.  She looked thoughtful for a moment.

   "No.  I didn't say that I don't like it, or that I don't approve.  I
just don't understand what the hell is going on!  I mean , why was I
showing you my boobies last night?" She asked almost pleading to
understand.

   Before I could tell her that she has spectacular boobs, Kathryn stuck
her head in the door.

   "Erin's ready.  Can you come to the living room?'' She asked.

   "Be right there, darlin!" I said and turned back to Allie.  "If it
-(TM)s any consolation, baby, I think you were all caught up in the moment.
It -(TM)s all okay.  Really.  And besides, professionally speaking, you
have an awesome pair of boobies!  Now let -(TM)s get out there!"

   Allie blushed deeply and I led her out.

   What followed was a long parade of outfits from tight jeans with a
halter top, to sexy underwear and negligees.  Erin was nervous at first,
but after a while had lost that edge and was just trying to act
enthusiastic to be polite to her new family.  I could sense she was tired
and simply overwhelmed with all the attention.  Allie sat quietly across
the room and every time I looked that direction, I caught her eyes on me.
What could I say to her?  How could I resolve her concerns?  My sex life
had become complicated enough without my daughters becoming aware of it. 
And how much had they figured out about the Magdalenes?  Dina would just
take life and embrace it without a lot of questions, but Allie would figure
things out on her own, one way or the other.  I hoped that I could count on
Allie to be discreet about how she talked about what she knew.

   "Earth to Harrison!  Come in please!" I heard Kathryn calling and tried
to refocus my attention.

   "Uh, It's lovely!" I blurted out, focussing suddenly on Erin modeling a
short, yellow sundress with white flowers and thin shoulder straps.

   "Oh, good grief.  Where were you?" Kathryn laughed and blushed.

   "Popster!  The question was whether you would be doing a photoshoot this
afternoon!  We all know that Erin looks awesome in anything she puts on!"
Dina clarified.

   "Oh.  Yeah.  Sorry.  I'm all set up in the studio.  Just let me when
you'd like to start." I stammered.

   "I can have salad and sandwiches on the table after Erin has finished
modeling, and then you and Nikki can have her photo shoot." Lin said,
reminding us all of the real purpose of the photoshoot.

   The remainder of Erin's fashion show was a blur to me.  She was gorgeous
in everything from beach wear to a stunning dress, and more.

   Over a quick lunch, Nicole assured everyone that they were welcome to
join the photoshoot and that she really wanted a shot with her cousins,
Naomi and Erin.  I countered that I would like start with Nicole alone,
perhaps with Kathryn to help with makeup and wardrobe changes.  Then we'd
call everyone else down.  I expected some protest, as there was so much
enthusiasm for the photoshoot, but everyone seemed accepting.

   Down in the studio, we agreed that we'd start with some professional
looking portraits, since she was dressed in a suit.  While I was fussing
with lighting, Kathryn sat Nicole down for to touch up her makeup.  It
really wasn't necessary because her skin had the smooth and flawless
qualities of a teen.

   Kathryn brought her to me looking so young and yet so grownup at the
same time.  She looked like a young executive dressed for success.  A light
gray suit with a fitted jacket and a pencil skirt, over a crisp cotton
blouse with a loose collar, unbuttoned to show only a hint of cleavage. 
She appeared confident, just as she had been at Rachel's office the day
that I first met her.  I perched her up on a stool, with a black background
and started with headshots.  As she had at the office, she smiled and
flirted with the camera.

   After I had my professional style portraits, Kathryn stole her away
again and when she returned, my jaw dropped.  She was in a pale blue
negligee that matched her panties and bra.  The panties were little more
than a g-string and the bra pushed her breasts up and maximized their
impact.  The negligee tied shut in front with frilly lace right under her
bra and was open below, showing her firm belly and panties.

   I took her to the bed set in the corner of the studio.  From the
smoldering look in her eyes I could tell she wished that I was actually
taking her to bed.  I could see Kathryn's smile and knew she shared that
thought.  I settled Nicole on an easy chair next to the bed.  She raised on
foot up on the the chair and hugged her knee.  I started taking shots and
she moved easily from one pose to the next.  With minimal direction she
started playing with the straps on her bra, letting the strap closest to me
slip off her shoulder.  Her eyes looked straight at the camera and finger
trailed down to the cup of her bra bringing it down.  Under the sheer
fabric of the negligee, the pink of the top of her nipple came into view. I
kept snapping, not wanting to interrupt her mood.  Slowly she untied the
front of the negligee, letting it fall open.  I realized that her breasts
were bigger than I had expected and so perfectly formed.  Her fingertip
traced the curve of her breast and around her nipple before moving up to
her lips.

   I motioned for her to stand and she let the negligee drop, catching on
her elbows.  My god she looked sexy.  It was hard to imagine that they had
been crying my arms just a few hours ago, and there she was, transformed in
front of the camera.  Women are so complicated and wonderful.  I ran her
through a series of sensual shots posed on the bed, which she made even
more sensual by slowly losing her bra, but never revealing her breasts
fully.  She demonstrated a complete mastery of implied nudity which left me
shooting more and feeling aroused again.

   Finally Kathryn declared that Nicole had had enough, and sitting down on
the bed next to Nicole, she sent me upstairs to fetch Naomi and Erin.  The
girls told me that they would be right down, and I returned to find Kathryn
releasing Nicole from what appeared to be more than just a friendly hug. 
Nicole blushed.

   "Don't worry, Nikki.  Harrison doesn't mind sharing me with people he
loves." Kathryn said in a loud stage whisper, and I laughed.

   "Erin and Naomi said they would be right down." I said and went to sit
on the bed beside Nicole.  I put my arm around her and so did Kathryn,
drawing the girl into a reassuring hug.  Nicole interested me.  Not only
was she a sensual person, she was also very reserved, but I felt that
Kathryn's presence put her at ease.  I found myself looking forward to
taking her to bed with Kathryn.

   Just then, both Erin and Naomi trooped in and to my surprise they were
wearing identical negligees, bras and panties to the outfit that Nicole was
wearing.  Nicole was completely surprised and the other girls looked very
pleased with themselves.

   "Imitation is the highest form of flattery, Nicole!" Naomi chirped
excitedly.  She was adorable with her bulging pregnant belly protruding
from the front of her negligee.  This session turned into a very sensual
maternity shoot with Naomi at the center.  There was nothing sexual between
the girls but they were so comfortable with each other that the shots
conveyed their growing and shared love.



   Chapter 12

   Erin was to spend the next two days and nights with her new extended
family at Rachel -(TM)s house.  As much as I missed the deep, rich
connection that Erin and I had developed, it was going to be both a relief
and a pleasure to spend the days with my immediate family and Lin, and the
nights alone with Kathryn.  Our long, languid lovemaking always brought me
back to all the reasons I had married this marvelous woman.  As our open
relationship had evolved, I was struck by how much I still needed this time
alone with her.  We simply understood each other so well, and I was in
wonder at the liberties she gave me in our marriage, and perhaps she was
equally pleased with my encouragement of her newly discovered interest in
women.

   Even Allie and Dina seemed changed.  They had fully accepted the all the
other women as part of some extended family, and had relaxed in our home as
women in their own right.  They frequently traipsed around the house
partially clothed or even nude.  Dina had a sensually affectionate
relationship with Lin and none of it seemed to bother Allie anymore.  And
did I mention that Allie had great boobies?

   On Thursday evening, I was sitting alone on the screened porch, enjoying
a snifter of bourbon.  The last minutes of the sunset were fading, and I
was contemplating the upcoming trip via Chicago to the campground in
Wisconsin and on to Colorado.  I was looking forward to seeing Emmy again,
and yet had some trepidations about Erin -(TM)s alert that Emmy was
attracted to me.  I just wasn -(TM)t sure that I was ready for more of that
sort of entanglement.  I had enough on my plate, so to speak, with Erin. 
Besides, Earl was a nice guy, and he was a very big guy with a mastery of
guns, whom I would not want to see angry.  I was interrupted by the sound
of the sliding doors opening, I turned to see Allie.

   "Hi, Babe!  Dinner time?" I called.  She shook her head.

   "Not quite.  Got a minute for me?" She asked softly.

   "Sure." I responded as she sat facing me.  "What -(TM)s up?"

   "We were interrupted before --" I must have looked puzzled, so she
clarified as she settled into a chair next to me.  "Dad -- I can -(TM)t
figure it out.  Why are all these women -- and I mean all of us -- Well,
why are we going so hormonal?  I mean -- Like the topless thing in the hot
tub?"

   "I thought you must have resolved that somehow.  After all you -(TM)ve
been walking around half naked the past day or two.  But regardless, that
was just harmless fun.  I mean I was a bit taken aback but you were all
just being -- spirited?" I suggested.

   "No, that was all a show for you.  We were all showing off for you.  It
-(TM)s like you were the a star jock on campus and we were starstruck
freshmen --" She stuttered to a halt.  "I don -(TM)t mean I ever did that,
but -- well, anyway -- What the f* is going on?"

   I didn -(TM)t know what to say, and felt completely awkward discussing
this topic with my daughters.  Kathryn had been the one to have the 
-~birds & bees -(TM) discussion with our girls and this was straying from
the strict line of basic sex ed, besides she was more of a grown woman that
several of my lovers.

   "For Christ -(TM)s sake, I am your daughter!  I mean Dina -(TM)s just
out there.  She always has been -- well yeah, she really would take her top
off a football game --" she giggled and I raised my eyebrows at that.  "Uh
-- No she didn -(TM)t do that, but it would be like her to do stuff like
that.  Nobody would be surprised.  I -(TM)m like that introverted, serious
goodie-two-shoes.  That -(TM)s who I am, but suddenly I was there with my
top off and wanting you to look at me.  I mean..." She fell silent and
turned a bright, blushing shade of red.

   "Darling, I can -(TM)t tell you that I have an explanation for the other
night, and I am probably the last person to be qualified to answer your
questions.  But, I can tell you that you are one of the most beautiful
women in the universe in my eyes and not just because you -(TM)re my
daughter.  Have you talked to your mother about it?  Or even your cousin
-(TM)s Naomi or Erin?  They are both super insightful women."

   I smiled and hoped that would be enough to get me off the hook.  Seeing
her about to protest, so I continued.  "Sweetie, just know that I love you.
I wasn -(TM)t upset about the fun in the hot tub, in fact I thought it was
wonderful that you felt so open around me.  I may be your Dad, but your
mother and I have become something less than conventional in that regard.
The only one that I was worried about was poor Nikki in her wet bra!  She
looked so uncomfortable!"

   "Oh, boy, was Nikki uncomfortable, on so many levels, but we know she
has special concerns.  Anyhow, she makes me look completely unconcerned!"
At that she finally laughed.

   "And what do you know of Nikki -(TM)s special concerns?" I pried.

   She got up, kissed my forehead as I remained seated and slightly
stunned. To my surprise, she wrapped her arms around my neck hugged me,
pressing my face into her chest.  I could feel the soft, warm flesh of her
breasts against my cheek.

   "Oh, I know enough, and thanks for the talk!  I -(TM)ll talk to Mom."
and then as an afterthought, "And I am glad you are going to help Nikki. 
She -(TM)s really sweet and she -(TM)ll make a great mom.  but I still don
-(TM)t know whether I will be acting like an aunt or a half-sister --"

   It was my turn to be surprised.  She knew about that too?  I guess it
was too much to ask for secrets in the house.  I remained on the porch,
this time contemplating my increasingly strange family situation.

   "Try Auntie Allie on for size." I suggested as she left the porch.

   After dinner, with the immediate family, which now included both
daughters and Lin, Kathryn broached the topic of some family portraits.  My
mind went to the five of us clustered together in front of the fireplace,
with the camera on a tripod so that I could trigger it remotely with all of
us in the frame.  Dina quickly dispelled that image.

   "Mom, you know that sheer peasant blouse?" she asked.

   "You mean the one that Naomi gave me?"

   "Yea, that one.  Let -(TM)s each get one."

   I gave her a puzzled look.

   "And me?  In a peasant blouse?  Or many lederhosen?" I laughed, but they
gave me that clueless-dad look.

   "That -(TM)s a great idea, I know just the place, we -(TM)ll pick them
up in the morning." She sounded pleased with the suggestion.  "Harrison,
you don -(TM)t need to worry about lederhosen, we were thinking of you
taking pictures of us girls."

   Confusion clarified, I finished dessert and went to bed early and alone.
I woke up in the night to find Lin and Kathryn sound asleep on beside of me
and the scent of their mingled sex in the air.  I drifted off again.

   The next afternoon after the girls had returned from their shopping
expedition, they found me waiting in the studio.  I had set up a black
backdrop with a simple softbox and hairlight.  I looked up when they
trooped in.  Each wearing a sheer, billowy white peasant blouses, and do my
surprise, nothing else.  The blouses hung down past their hips, only barely
covering their sex.  They all had their hair down, cascading over their
shoulders.  They were gorgeous and more sexual for their immodest clothing
than they would have been if they were nude.  I resolved to be as clinical
as possible with this shoot, but couldn't help noticing that only my
daughters had pubic hair.  I did my best to conceal my reaction to this
revelation.  After all, two of the beauties before me were my daughters.

   I had put a straight back chair in front of the backdrop, and as if it
were already planned, Kathryn sat down, my two daughters arranged
themselves on either side and a little behind her, while Lin took up a
kneeling position at her feet.  I urged them to tighten the spaces between
them and had my daughters lean forward slightly to compress the
composition. After several shots, we moved to several standing shots, with
the women leaning towards me, arms around each other laughing.  It was a
classic bridesmaids pose, but their attire changed it completely.  I then
took a couple of my daughters alone and Lin and Kathryn alone.  When I
thought it might be time to wrap it up, Dina approached Kathryn from the
rear and lifted her blouse up.  Kathryn, to my surprise, didn -(TM)t
protest but instead lifted her arms over her head to allow her daughter to
undress her.  Allie joined them and with a daughter on each side they posed
with their nude mother.  As familiar was I was with every inch of Kathryn
-(TM)s lovely body, I found this scene intoxicating.  Lin stood back behind
me, but could not contain her excitement either which seemed to be
distracting the other women.  I looked back over my shoulder at her.  I
shouldn -(TM)t have really been surprised to see that she was removing her
blouse and making encouraging motions to get my daughters to do the same.
Typical of Dina, there was no hesitation, she practically threw off her
blouse, and Allie only lingered a moment before pulling her blouse off. 
Lin joined them with a hairbrush in hand and quickly did touch ups.  She
then took over as director and moved my daughters close and half behind
their mother.  She then draped their arms around Kathryn's waist, and
softly clasping them under her navel.  When Lin stepped back, I stared for
a moment.  Dina had her mother -(TM)s full breasts, as she had been when we
were married.  Allie -(TM)s were smaller and topped with smooth nipples
surrounded by swollen areolas.  I recovered my sense and started taking
shots while Lin encouraged them to change hand positions.  As if on cue the
two girls cupped their mother -(TM)s breasts, each taking the breast on the
side which they were standing.  I continued shooting, hoping that my taboo
arousal was not noticed, but quickly called a halt before Lin could lead
things even further out of hand.

   For the remainder of the afternoon, all the girls remained naked, or at
least topless, providing me with constant distraction and torment.  After
dinner, Allie caught me alone, and this time she wore nothing but panties
and a gauzy cloth wrap tied around her waist, seating herself next to me on
a sofa in the  -~Screening Room. -(TM)

   "It -(TM)s beginning to seem more natural now." she admitted with
growing confidence.

   "I -(TM)m glad to see you more relaxed and comfortable." I replied.

   "I meant it seems more natural to be naked around you." she clarified.
"For some reason I don -(TM)t feel awkward wanting you do see me like
this."

   Not knowing what to say to this admission, I gave a murmur of agreement
sound, and waited.  She leaned into me, cuddling up as she often had
before, but this time when my arm encircled her shoulder, I was acutely
aware of the proximity of my hand to her bare breasts, so I tried to slide
it down, resting on her partially bare hip as a compromise.

   "Did you really mean it when you said that I have nice breasts? -(TM)
She asked

   "I believe I said that you have awesome boobies, to be exact.  And yes I
meant it, because it -(TM)s true."

   She snuggled closer.

   "You can touch me if you want.  I -(TM)m comfortable with that.  In
fact, I -(TM)d like it." she whispered.

   "Allie!" I said in shock.  "You -(TM)re my daughter!"

   "No, dad, I didn -(TM)t mean I wanted to have sex with my dad!!" she
replied slightly above a whisper.  "I just meant that I have always liked
that you were affectionate with me when I was little, and now that I am a
grown woman, I -(TM)d like it if you still were affectionate." And with
that she moved my hand to her breast.  She sighed.

   We sat there a long while, quietly together.  I rubbed her tummy and
breasts and she purred.

   "That feels good dad." She got up to go, but before leaving gave me a
deep kiss on the lips.  "Thank you for understanding."

   After she left I sat there bewildered, not quite sure what had just
happened.

   In bed that night I couldn't help teasing Kathryn.  I feigned complete
lack of interest in either her, until she begged and complained that I
would be abandoning.  I laughed at that, saying that Lin would be
satisfying her in my absence.  Finally I slowly relented and insisted that
she lie still on her tummy while I gently massaged her back, kissing down
her spine.  When I reached her firm ass, I knelt between her legs and
lifted her hips.  Without warning I plunged my cock deep inside her and
shifted to high gear, pumping with deep strokes.  Lin must have heard her
gasp from the neighboring bedroom, because she appeared in the doorway, and
shut it silently behind her.  I looked over my shoulder to see her slip out
of her pajamas and felt the bed shift as she knelt beside us.  She watched
intently as I continued to take my wife with long strokes.  By the time
that Kathryn and I reached our orgasms, Lin was breathing heavily and
clearly aroused.  I fell to one side of Kathryn and lay there almost
catatonic and watched Lin lay on the other side, caressing my wife with her
bare body.  Kathryn would in deed be in good hands in my absence.



   Chapter 13

   Kathryn and I lay in bed after Lin had gotten up to make breakfast.

   "What are you thinking?" she sensed my thoughtful moment.

   "Last night.  Allie came down to talk." I told her and briefly
summarized the interlude on the sofa.

   "How interesting." Kathryn mused, obviously thinking.  "Did it arouse
you?"

   "Honestly, yes, so I don -(TM)t know how to stop it from happening
again." I replied

   "Well, don -(TM)t stop it from happening.  Just don -(TM)t let it go too
far." She offered.

   "But feeling my own daughter up and getting a full lips kiss from her
isn -(TM)t too far already?" I said with concern.

   "I know that -(TM)s the way it should seem, but all I can say is that
you shouldn -(TM)t have sex with her." she said.

   "That leaves a lot of room for things that should be taboo.  And I don
-(TM)t want to hurt her." I replied.

   "That -(TM)s why I don -(TM)t worry, Harrison.  You are a good man and a
good father.  You won -(TM)t hurt her.  I think there is a lot of room for
affection without sex.  Next time, if there is one, let her define it, but
don -(TM)t do anything you feel is wrong.  I don -(TM)t think either of you
will get to carried away." with that she got up and dressed for the day.

   This was the morning of our departure, quickly developing into a flurry
of activity.  I was ready to go to the airport within minutes of waking up,
and Rachel and Erin arrived with barely any time to spare.

   Erin looked relaxed and happy.  She would have been happy with her
guitar and throwing a few changes clothes, a couple of swimming suits and a
few of the new frilly underthings into her knapsack, grab, her guitar, and
leave.  Of course, Kathryn, Rachel and Lin had other ideas and fussed over
her packing, bringing us to the limit of my patience and beyond the
departure time that I had scheduled.  Erin was now going to require checked
bags in addition to her guitar and knapsack.  The other women seemed to
have spent an inordinate amount of time discussing wardrobe and picking out
things of their own to accessorize her outfits.  I could sense Erin -(TM)s
amusement with the process, and admired her patience with her new found
family.  I began to worry that we would miss our flight.

   When all was said and done, Erin had two rolling suitcases and her
guitar case, while I only had my camera bag and a small tote with fresh
roasted coffee.  At Rachel -(TM)s request she drove us to the airport.  At
the arrivals curb, I unloaded our baggage and turned to say goodbye. 
Rachel drew me into a hug and kissed me passionately.

   "Kathryn asked me to pass that kiss on." she said when we paused for
air. "And this one is from me." and she kissed me again with even more
passion.  I finally escaped her embrace, noticing Erin looking on like a
teenager embarrassed by her parents.  She then turned to Erin and gave her
a kiss and hug that were decidedly more than I would have expected.

   "You take care of that girl!" Rachel called as we headed to the arrivals
hall.  "And I do mean take care of her!"

   Erin struggled with her two suitcases, before I could catch up and take
one from her.  To my satisfaction, the check-in and boarding were smooth
operations and we were soon in the air headed to Chicago.

   Once on the ground at O -(TM)Hare, we looked for Emmy by the luggage
claim and instead found Earl, and frankly I was relieved to see him.  While
Emmy was a very desirable woman, after all the arousal and sex at home, I
was feeling the need to a little time alone with Erin.  Perhaps he saw
disappointment in Erin -(TM)s face, or mistook my relief for
disappointment.

   "Hey!  Welcome back.  I know you thought Emmy would be here, but she
-(TM)s down with the flu and staying at her friend -(TM)s apartment here
Chicago, so you -(TM)re stuck with me!  Since I had been down here sittin
-(TM) with her, and it was time for me to get back to the campground, she
said I should pick you up on the way." He offered as explanation.

   I clapped him on the back and shook his hand.

   "Sorry to hear Emmy -(TM)s not feeling well!  It sure came on quickly.
We were only gone a couple of days.  How are things at our favorite
campground?"

   "Nothing so excitin -(TM) as when you were here last." He guffawed. 
"Hope you don -(TM)t have anymore crazies following you two all the way
back from DC.  Lord knows, there are plenty of them there!"

   At that, Erin slipped between us and wrapped her arms around Earl -(TM)s
broad chest giving him a big hug.

   "Well, at least someone -(TM)s happy to seem me!" he said, winking at
me.

   "I really hope Emmy -(TM)s okay.  I was hoping to see her and and thank
her again for the guitar and for the loan of the case.  It worked great!"
Erin said.

   "Oh, she -(TM)s doing fine.  I think she enjoying being pampered by her
girlfriend in town more than being really sick!  But she wanted to be sure
she doesn -(TM)t pass whatever it is on to you!" Earl responded.  "And she
said to keep the case too.  She is on a kick to downsize and simplify our
lives.  As long as that doesn -(TM)t mean downsizing by dumping me, I good
with whatever she wants!"

   "She -(TM)d never do that!" Erin gave him an extra squeeze.  "Thank her
for me!"

   "I -(TM)ll do that!  Now let -(TM)s get on the road or we -(TM)ll be
arriving home after happy hour!"

   The ride back to the campground was uneventful.  Erin kept up an
unusually constant prattle about her new family that she -(TM)d met and
what a wonderful coincidence it was to have met me and through connected to
family that she hadn -(TM)t known that she had.  She artfully left out
details of how unusual her new family was, or about my home living and
loving arrangements.  As we were pulling up to the campground, she checked
with Earl to make sure he had been listening and could pass on the news to
Emmy when she returned.

   I settled into the RV quickly and left Erin alone to figure out how to
unpack her new clothes and where to store them.  I returned to Earl -(TM)s
house and found him drinking a beer and starting coals to grill burgers.

   "Help yourself to a beer, Harrison." he nodded to a cooler by the grill.

   "Any more news about that guy who attacked Erin?" I asked.  I want to
get any details that I could before Erin arrived.

   "I heard that some family from Pennsylvania came to collect the body."
he replied.  "Deputy Murphy was out and told me that they were a strange
lot.  Quiet and stiff.  He said they didn -(TM)t say much or ask any
questions.  Didn -(TM)t see to grief stricken either.  Just collected his
effects, including the truck, and asked how they could get the body
cremated."

   "Weird.  So they don -(TM)t know anything about our identities?"

   "No, and nobody at the Sheriff -(TM)s office would have dared tell them
any of that."

   "Thanks.  That -(TM)s a relief.  I had visions of an angry father or
brother coming after us."

   "No, they were his adoptive parents anyway.  Seems they were the closest
living next of kin.  I don -(TM)t think you got any worries in that regard.
You still fretting over having killed him or something?"

   "No -- but I never have been that closely involved in a violent death. I
don -(TM)t suppose it -(TM)s something one just  -~gets over. -(TM)"

   "You -(TM)re right about that for most of us.  If you become hardened to
it, then your not my kind of people." He asserted.

   Just then I saw Erin coming, so Earl and I clinked beer bottles and
started talking about grilling.

   Erin was quiet as we ate and we returned to the RV early, after thanking
Earl for everything and letting him know we -(TM)d be on our way in the
morning.

   That evening Erin slowly undressed while I watched sitting in a captains
chair.  She knew I was watching and knew I was in love.  Completely nude
she came and sat on my lap, snuggling in close.  I sense her mood.  She was
quiet and contemplative, but also desperately in need of being loved.  Not
sex, but just being held.

   "Meeting the family was a lot to process, I bet." I said, feeling her
thoughts more remotely than before.

   "You can tell what I -(TM)m thinking?" she asked.

   "It -(TM)s not clear like sometimes before, but I get the currents of
where your thoughts are going."

   "Hmmm.  My grandmothers were trying to teach me to block my thoughts and
they said I was doing well."

   "You were blocking me?" I asked, trying to hide the astonishment in my
voice.

   "Well, I guess that coming back here, I was being cautious.  That guy
could hear me from a distance.  My grandmothers wanted me to know how to
quiet my thoughts.  They said it was like I was shouting all the time, but
before meeting you, I never knew anyone but my mother that I knew could
hear me."

   "Well, now I can only catch a drift of your thoughts even while I -(TM)m
touching you.  What did your grand mothers think about our level of
communication?"

   "Oh, they don -(TM)t know.  I didn -(TM)t want to share that with them
because -- well because it -(TM)s ours.  It -(TM)s just between us.  None
of them are anywhere near as receptive to me as you are.  They only sense
high level stuff.  Like mood.  Attitude.  I mean they can tell a lot, but
it -(TM)s not like with us.  But they a lot off you.  That -(TM)s why the
all like you and trust you so much, they can tell you really are the
loving, trustworthy guy that you seem to be.  It's how a Magdalene girl
picks her man."

   "I think they all it the Sense." I offered

   "How did you know that?  I wasn -(TM)t supposed to tell you about the
Sense, but I guess wasn -(TM)t going to obey that rule.  It would have been
too late anyway.  Wouldn -(TM)t it?  I mean the minute I unblock with you,
you would have known."

   "I sort of guessed, when I was talking to Nikki.  She said that she
wasn't like the other Magdalene women.  That they knew when they met the
right guy, but she seemed to only be using obvious clues and guesses.  I
said something about her not being able to sense the right guy, and she
thought I meant "The Sense" the way her family means it.  So, without
meaning to, she spilled the beans.  Her problem is that she doesn -(TM)t
have it.  They all assume she does but she doesn -(TM)t."

   "Yes, Magdalene girls use the Sense to find the right guy to father
their baby.  And you have it so strongly, they all want you!  Which one to
do you want after Nikki?" She asked and I knew she was only half joking,
but I didn -(TM)t respond to the question.

   "Yeah, and since Nikki didn -(TM)t have it, she picked a jerk.  She
never went through with having sex with him because she realized he was a
jerk the normal way, no super Sense involved.  She didn -(TM)t want the
family to know because she felt she was a disappointment - a failure."

   "Is that it???  I knew something was up with her, but just thought she
was blocking."

   "She feels that she had to lose her virginity before Rachel found out.
Please don't let on about that."

   "The mothers really want you and me to have a baby too." She said
hesitantly.

   "Why us?"

   "You know it -(TM)s the Magdalenes practically have breeding program,
don -(TM)t you?"

   "They told me that girls pick older guys so that they have children with
longevity, but those guys are usually married and getting some sex on the
side so they -(TM)re less likely to come looking for their baby.  Keeps
things in the Magdalene family."

   "Yeah, that and having babies when the girls are young, but that -(TM)s
not all of it.  They are looking for guys who have some of the Sense
themselves.  They are trying to strengthen the Sense in the Magdalene line.
They know it -(TM)s strong in you and I have it, so they want us to have a
baby girl.  I don -(TM)t know what they would think if they knew how we
communicate so clearly.  It -(TM)s like a holy grail to them."

   "Whoa!  It -(TM)s not just my good looks and charm?" I joked.

   "Don -(TM)t laugh about it.  They are serious.  They know I am off their
chart, but they haven -(TM)t figured out that you and I communicate so
completely."

   "Do you want to have a baby?"

   "Hell yes, someday.  I mean, I wasn -(TM)t raised with the Magdalene
expectation that I would have a baby at 16 and I'm already 18.  I wouldn
-(TM)t mind waiting a while!"

   "I -(TM)m glad to hear that!" I sighed.  "Waiting til you -(TM)re
married and settled is a great idea."

   "Oh, no, you don -(TM)t get off that easy.  Once I -(TM)ve graduated
from high school, maybe college, then you -(TM)ve got to do the honors! 
Then I -(TM)ll see about settling down and all that!"

   Astonished, I sat quiet a moment, nodded and then suggested that we get
some sleep.  I hoped to get at least as far as Des Moines, or perhaps Omaha
the next day, if we were to get to Mesa Verdes in time for the photography
workshop.

   I stood and undressed under Erin -(TM)s watchful eyes.  I was hoping I
could make it to bed without betraying myself with an erection.  Perhaps I
was just tired, but I managed it and crawled under the sheets, with Erin
right behind me.  The touch of her bare skin sent pulses through my body
and I was hard in an instant.  She opened her thoughts to me and I knew
what she wanted.  Without foreplay or preamble, I moved her onto her tummy,
knelt between her legs and pulled her hips up so she was on her knees.  I
took her the way I had taken Kathryn the night before.  She didn -(TM)t say
a word, but I could feel her joy as my rigid member nestled itself between
her labia.  Feeling her need and that she was already wet, I plunged right
in, taking her with long strokes rubbing the full length of my cock down
hard against her g-spot.  It seemed only moments before we were both
sharing that unbelievably intense moment before an orgasm.  I held back,
letting her orgasm wash through her.  Before I knew what was happening she
had disengaged our coitus and slipped down to take my cock in her mouth,
triggering my orgasm, with seed filling her mouth and spilling out between
her lips.  I looked down at her, my cock still loosely in her mouth and my
cum dripping to down her cheek.  My heart filled with love as I moved to
lay beside her and lick her cheek clean.  It wasn -(TM)t long before we
fell asleep in each other -(TM)s arms.

   Chapter 14

   We woke early, ate quickly and stopped at the campground office to pay
for our stay and parking the RV while we were gone.

   "Will you two just leave?  If I took money from you, Emmy would kill me.
As far as we -(TM)re concerned you guys have a lifetime free pass." He
laughed.

   Erin jumped in his arms with hers around his neck and gave him a big
kiss.  When he pushed back, she just pressed herself closer and kissed more
passionately until he stopped resisting.

   "Don -(TM)t anyone tell Emmy about that or she may revoke your lifetime
pass." He said breathing heavily.

   Erin giggled, and whispered something in his ear making the big man
blush from his neck up to the top of his head.  I couldn -(TM)t imagine
what she had said, but I knew how that kiss had felt to him and how her
body had pressed into his.  In the RV, she refused to say what she had said
to him.

   We made Omaha that day, driving straight though.  We alternated drivers,
ate lunch at a rest stops and camped at a KOA campground.  We were too
tired for singing around campfires and pretty much stuck to ourselves.  We
had fun just trying out our new communication skills and I found that I
could get a sense of Erin -(TM)s mood and thoughts even if we weren -(TM)t
in intimate contact.  The link between us was strengthening.  Erin worked
at blocking her thoughts and tried to teach me to do the same.

   We were almost to Denver when my cell phone rang.  I was driving so I
handed it to Erin to answer, thinking it would be Kathryn or one of the
girls.  Erin answered then held her hand over the receiver.

   "It -(TM)s Yana.  The model.  You know, the one who -(TM)s going to the
Mesa Verde workshop."

   "There is only one Yana and I couldn -(TM)t forget where she -(TM)s
going!  Tell her I -(TM)m driving and find out when she -(TM)s arriving in
Mesa Verde for me."

   Erin started chatting with Yana, and before I knew it, Yana -(TM)s plan
to rent a car at the Denver airport turned into all of us sharing an
airport hotel room and then driving down the next day together.  All
without so much as seeking my input.  When I protested I was met with a
laugh.

   "Oh you know you want to see her.  Besides there is plenty of room in
the RV for her to drive down with us.  Heck she could even stay with us in
the RV and save on hotel and car rental.  Why not?" Erin demanded.

   I didn -(TM)t mention that the models would all be staying together, and
that, plus the car rental was probably covered by the workshop, in addition
to her daily fee and paid individual time with photographers.

   So as ordained, we pulled up to the Westin Hotel near the airport just
after sundown.  When we entered the lobby, we found Yana waiting for us.  I
could sense Erin -(TM)s audible and mental gasp.  Having only seen her
photos, Erin was unprepared for how stunningly beautiful Yana was in
person.

   She hung back as Yana rushed forward to greet me with a big hug.  I
could see and feel the eyes of businessmen loitering in the lobby lock on
to us.  I imagined that the whole time she had been waiting there, that
these same businessmen were only there to see if there was any chance that
she was single and available.  As Yana seemed to prefer, she dressed down
when traveling.  Even without makeup, or her hair done and dressed simply
in jeans and a baggy sweater, her natural beauty radiated.  With silken
blonde hair and blue eyes, she carried her lithe body with the grace of a
dancer and the unselfconscious glamor of the model that she was.  If envy
was a currency that I could cash in, I would have been a millionaire in
that instant.  Instead I could feel her breast compress against my chest,
smell her perfume and in the next instant a warm kiss on my lips.  No, I
was richer than any currency envy could provide.

   When we separated, Erin was watching with amusement.

   "Are you two going to get a room straight away, or will you introduce me
first?" She joked.

   "Oh, about that." Yana blurted out.  "I got the last room.  You guys are
welcome to share it.  There are two kings --"

   "We couldn -(TM)t impose on you like that!" I replied, as Erin moved in
to shake Yana -(TM)s hand and introduce herself.

   "It -(TM)s nothing Harrison.  The workshop is covering it, so in part
you've already paid." Yana protested.  "What do you think Erin?"

   Erin looked back at me then at Yana.

   "I -(TM)m with her!  I bet the hotel room has better showers and more
hot water than your RV!"

   Recognizing my defeat and not really regretting it, I conceded.  We all
trooped out to the RV to gather what we needed and as the girls headed in
with Erin -(TM)s overnight bag, I said I would find a place to park the RV.

   "Room 201, Harrison." Yana called back, as the girls trooped off
together.

   When I got to the room, I had to knock and wait, but I could hear the
girls chatting excitedly.  Erin opened the door and held it long enough for
me to get a hold of it, before she was back to talking with Yana.  They
were in the midst of discussing outfits and what they might be wearing at
the shoot in a couple of days.  Erin suddenly seemed concerned about
whether she had sufficient changes of outfits, whereas she had been merely
tolerating Kathryn and Lin -(TM)s shopping and packing obsessions before
our departure.  Yana was a good deal taller than Erin, so many clothes
couldn -(TM)t be shared but they were comparing other measurements and
realizing that they could share bikinis, undergarments, and other things.

   "Excuse me girls, but this lone male is hungry and would appreciate
company while he eats, but if you -(TM)re busy or dieting and not able to
join me, I -(TM)ll go alone --" I taunted them.

   They laughed at me, and Erin said she would be ready quickly if I would
stop blocking the door to the bathroom, so she could freshen up - as if I
was what was delaying everything.  Clearly I was outnumbered and would have
to go with the flow.

   "Of course princess." was all I said with a smirk.

   While Erin was primping the bathroom, Yana and I decided that we -(TM)d
just go to the grill in the hotel as opposed to searching farther afield
for a restaurant.  That way we could get an early start and perhaps stop
along the way.  When Erin emerged from the bathroom, she had changed into a
top that showed a lot more cleavage than the T-shirt she had been wearing
generally looked stunning.  I let out a little whistle.

   "How do you keep your hands off her?" Yana breathed.

   "He doesn -(TM)t!" Erin replied with a wink.

   "Oh My." I sighed.  "Let -(TM)s go."

   Down in the restaurant, we talked about the coming day.  Erin had a AAA
map open beside her plate and asked why we needed to drive straight through
and get to the workshop early.

   "Why can -(TM)t we stop in Silverton or Durango on the way?  I hear they
are all pretty and the mountains.  The Rockies are so pretty.  Please can
we at least go slow?"

   I looked at Yana.

   "I just need to be positive that I am not late.  Are you sure we can do
it, Harrison?  It would ruin my professional reputation if I go there late.
I have to be there by 2:30 on the day after tomorrow." She expressed her
concern.

   "Well, I know the way, and barring an accident or something that could
delay the best of us, I know we can make it well before noon on the day
after tomorrow.  Is everyone okay with keeping it flexible and if we aren
-(TM)t making good time tomorrow, then we -(TM)ll just keep pushing through
and make sure that Yana gets there on time."

   "You -(TM)re right.  I agreed to model too, so I better not be late
either!" Erin chimed in.

   After dinner, with an arm around a woman on each side of me, we walked
slowly.  Leaving the restaurant and to the elevator, I felt eyes on us once
again.  More of that envy, I was sure.

   In the room, the girls showed no shyness about getting ready for bed. 
Erin was the first undressed and quickly went to my bag to find one of my
T-shirts to wear to bed.  I was curious that she held no shyness about
undressing but didn -(TM)t seem to be planning on going to bed nude.  Yana
eyed the younger girl -(TM)s outfit approvingly and made a point of looking
at me and then to my bag.  I just smiled and shrugged as Yana imitated Erin
by undressing and borrowing one of my T-shirts.  Both girls then settled on
the king bed that was immediately in front of the television.  I had no
interest in watching TV and assumed I would be doing the driving the next
day, so I was satisfied to take the other bed.  I undressed, climbed in and
fell asleep in spite of the noise of the TV and the girls laughing.

   I was woken by the warmth of a body snuggling against me, and when I
rolled to embrace my bed partner, I found Yana in the dim light.

   "Expecting someone else?" she whispered.  "Well, she -(TM)s asleep.  You
-(TM)ll have to make do with me.  Besides, I think there is a raincheck you
promised me when I was last at your house --"

   Expecting my protests, she put a finger to my lips.

   "I -(TM)ll be quiet if you can." she whispered.

   Within seconds, she had silently awakened me and my cock, and in no time
was skillfully working my cock with her hand and mouth in synch.  With the
sheets thrown back I cupped her full breast nearest me in my hand and
fondled her nipple.  When I tried to pull her hips to me, with the intent
of reciprocating her actions, she resisted, so let her continue.  She
looked up to me, and smiled around the head of my cock, then released it.
As she erotically rubbed my cock against her nipples and areolas, she
whispered, "It's a raincheck, nothing more!"

   As the pleasure increased, I let my mind drift back to that photoshoot
in my studio where I had Yana over my knees, fingering her to climax.  The
thought was so erotic that it meshed completely with my own orgasm, filling
her mouth with my semen.  She then snuggled up close to me, and we fell
asleep.

   When I awoke a few hours later to pee, I found my bed empty and both
girls back in the other bed together, wrapped in each other -(TM)s arms. 
When I awoke with first morning light streaming in the window, I wasn
-(TM)t alone.  This time Erin was comfortably close sound asleep, emitting
soft snoring.  I slipped out of the bed quietly and went to the bathroom to
shave and shower.  Upon returning to the room neither of the girls had
stirred.

   "Wake up sleepy heads!" I said in a drill sergeant tone.  "We have to
hit the road!"

   They bounded up and I was pleased to watch them jump to attention and
salute, both completely nude.

   "Hop to, girls!  We -(TM)re on the road in 30!" I barked.  "If primping
is necessary, you can do it in the RV!  Don't waste time here."

   They giggled in response and Yana headed to the bathroom and Erin came
to me.  At her touch I felt her love and the question about what  -~rain
check -(TM) Yana had been taking up with me in bed.  I sent an expression
of surprise that she knew, but she only sent mocking laughter back.  Of
course she knew.  I merely thought of that photoshoot and the special
treatment that I had given Yana at the end of it.  Erin smiled.

   "This is going to be a great trip!" she said aloud and kissed me.  I
could taste Yana -(TM)s sex on her lips, so I figured she was right. 
Erin's sexuality was blooming and broadening.

   "It sure is!" Yana surprised us as she exited the bathroom.  From a
sleepy bed head to a full on model, in minutes.  She was amazing.

   "Hurry up little girl!" and I gave Erin a swat on her bare butt.  She
yelped and headed to the bathroom.

   When the door closed, Yana looked concerned.

   "She knows?" She asked.

   "Nothing gets by her, but don -(TM)t worry.  She seems to have taken to
you in many ways." I gave a knowing wink.

   "You know too?  She told you?"

   "No, I just tasted you on her lips --" I grinned.

   Yana said something in Czech that I didn -(TM)t understand, but took to
mean "oh my god!" or something similar.

   "Yes, it will be a great trip." I said.  "I think we all get along
great."

   "You know she wants to have me stay with you two in the RV during the
workshop."

   "I know, but it won -(TM)t work.  We -(TM)ll have to be professional
there and there are workshop fraternization rules.  Erin would learn a lot
by staying with you and the other models.  It will be great experience for
her.  Plus, I don -(TM)t want to get other photographers or models talking.
She -(TM)s going there to be a model and I -(TM)m going to be a
photographer.  That -(TM)s it."

   I could tell that a burden of concern had been lifted off Yana -(TM)s
shoulders.

   "Let me bring her around to it, but it doesn -(TM)t mean we can -(TM)t
have fun on the way there, does it?" She smiled wickedly.

   "Fun at all costs!" I affirmed.

   When Erin emerged from the bathroom, we were ready to leave.  She
stuffed her things in her bag and we headed out to the RV to drop our stuff
and Yana -(TM)s suitcases.  After a stop in the hotel cafe for takeout
coffee and muffins, we next headed to checkout and got on the road.

   Once we were headed south, having navigated Denver -(TM)s early rush
hour, settled in for a drive.

   "Where will we stop on the way?" Erin asked.  I handed her my iPad and
told her to pick a spot.  She settled on Ouray, Colorado.

   "Is it  -~You-Ray -(TM) or  -~Ou-Ray -(TM)?" Yana asked.

   "Heck if I know!" I replied, "but look up there is a little motel there
that I seem to remember has hot spring tubs on the hillside above the
motel. If they have rooms, you -(TM)ll love it.  Rustic, but charming.  See
if you can google it, Erin."

   "Rooms?" Yana blurted out, emphasizing the "S".

   "Yeah, a room with a king size bed is fine with us!" Erin chirped.

   As it turned out, we were easily accommodated with a king bed, and the
plan was set.  As I drove the girls went to the back of the RV and began
reviewing Erin -(TM)s clothes and accessories that had remained in the RV
the previous night.  When we pulled off at a rest area, I walked to the
back of the RV and woke the two of them.  They had been cuddled on the bed
asleep.

   "How much farther?" Erin asked sleepily.

   "Just a couple more hours, but I thought we would have an early lunch.
Now if you two could change out of your frilly nighties, perhaps we could
do it at a picnic table outside?"

   As much as I wanted to just undress and join them, I knew they would be
disappointed if we didn -(TM)t make it to the fabled hot springs before
dark.

   Surprisingly they were quick about dressing, while i was assembling
sandwich materials and drinks and we were soon eating.

   "Tell me about the hot springs?" Erin asked.

   "Well you will see soon enough, but when I was there years ago they were
big wooden barrels set into decks on the hillside fed by natural hot spring
water flowing through them.  If we -(TM)re lucky the skies will be clear
tonight and the stars will be bright.  Quite romantic for two young
lovers." I winked at them.

   "Two young lovers and an older one?" Yana suggested.

   "What?  Well, it -(TM)s a not a completely private place!  There might
be little old ladies or children around!" I said, flashing back to Erin
-(TM)s and my experience with hotel hot tub.

   Soon we were back on the road and while it was a couple of hours, the
amazing countryside made us forget time as I drove.  When we drove into
Ouray, the girls were excited to see everything.  It seemed like a little
bit of a hippie mountain community with a love for the outdoors.  The inn
had a log cabin feel to it in a motel style.  We hurriedly settled into our
room and then went for a walk exploring the town.  The air was crisp with
that clean mountain air smell.  I suggested that we eat early, as the sun
would set early in a town surrounded by mountains.

   We found a nice Italian restaurant on Main Street, and while the girls
wolfed down rich pasta dishes, I shook my head in wonder at how much they
ate and how perfectly slender they were, as I satisfied myself with a
perfectly cooked piece of salmon and a salad.

   Arm in arm, we walked back to the hotel.  Once again I knew that I was
drawing envious looks, but I was too happy to have any concerns.  I had a
certainty that I was going back to some delicious sex, a certainty that
Erin confirmed in her thoughts.  As we walked the sun set behind the
mountains and we paused to watch the clouds light up with color.  The only
thing that could have made this moment better would have been if Kathryn
could have been there with us.

   We changed into swimming suits in our room, me in my baggy shorts and
the girls in bikinis that left only those delightful parts to the
imagination.  We took towels and climbed the wooden steps up the side of
the mountain to the first hot spring tubs, which we found occupied with a
young family with several children.  Before the girls could express their
disappointment, I led them up the steep steps to the next mountainside hot
spring.  Thankfully, the covers were on the two tubs at this level and we
had them to ourselves.  I removed the cover from one of the tubs and we
were quickly immersed and adjusting to the heat.  The girls sat on either
side of me, squeezing in close.

   Erin pressed a passionate kiss on my lips and then leaned across me to
give Yana an equally lingering kiss.  Just before their broke their kiss
off, I saw a head appear at the top of the stairs.  There was no doubt that
the young man saw the girls kissing.  He turned to go down and I heard him
say, "It -(TM)s occupied" to whomever was behind him in the stairs.

   I felt guilty about keeping other people from the other empty hot tub,
but the girls didn -(TM)t seem to have any such concern.  I could feel Erin
-(TM)s heat in her kisses with Yana, but she kept her block up.  It wasn
-(TM)t until we finally returned to the room and Yana was in the shower
that I was able to make a connection and find out why she was so amorous
with Yana.

   "I don -(TM)t know -- I loved the feelings with Kathryn, and I know Yana
does too.  You know that she is more lesbian end of the bi-spectrum, don
-(TM)t you?" I was horrified that I had imposed myself on her, but Erin
just laughed.  "Don -(TM)t worry.  She may not be into fucking you, but she
loves the experiences she has had with you, and that little  -~raincheck
-(TM) last night was totally her idea.  She -(TM)s good with it."

   I was feeling mollified, as Yana came out of the bathroom toweling her
beautiful body.  When she saw us staring she froze.

   "What?" she asked.

   "Just admiring." we both said in unison, laughing.

   That night we all slept nude, but with an unspoken agreement on the
temporary limits on our sex play that night.  We would only engage in
kissing and fondling, to keep from making Yana uncomfortable.  Mostly I was
enjoying being in close contact with the girls while they enjoyed each
other, and before I knew it I was awakened by light from the window and the
smell of coffee brewing in the motel room -(TM)s little coffee maker.

   Yana smiled and put a finger to her lips to keep me quiet.  Looking over
to the other side of the bed, Erin was fast asleep.

   "What time is it?" I whispered.

   "Around 6:30." she replied.

   Shaking my head at the early hour, I made my way to the bathroom.  When
I emerged, Erin was sitting up in bed rubbing her eyes.

   "My turn." she said.

   I was drinking coffee and chatting with Yana when Erin came out.

   "Seems you gals were up late." I teased.

   "It wasn -(TM)t all what you think," Erin said.  "Yana was telling me
more about how these modeling workshops go.  I think I should stay in the
rooms that they provide for the models, instead of in the RV with you.  Do
you mind?"

   "No, of course not.  I think that would be a great experience for you
and we -(TM)ll have time to catch up on the way home.  Besides, I know that
they frown on photographers fraternizing with the models during these
workshops."

   With the girls dressed, we went to the motel -(TM)s little restaurant
for a quick breakfast and were on the road shortly there after.  Yana was
intent on getting there on time, so we drove straight through, stopping
only when we got to Cortez for lunch and giving us plenty of time to arrive
at the Bed and Breakfast that the workshop was completely taking over for 3
nights.

   Chapter 15

   After checking in at the Workshop and the Inn, I confirmed that I could
park at their RV hookup and stay in it.  The Inn Manager had no objection
as we had taken all the rooms in the Inn.  After taking their bags to their
rooms, and settling in, the girls and I met up to go out to take a short
walk and gaze at the red rocks on the canyon walls, before returning in
time for the orientation.

   Tony, the organizer and lead photographer, started out by introducing
the four models originally scheduled to participate in the workshop.  In
addition to Yana, there was Chase, Yvette and Lilly.  All were dressed
casually but had the confidence and bearing of professional models.  Chase
was a slender brunette in her early twenties with prominent breasts, a mane
of curly brown hair and startling green eyes.  Yvette was of a similar age.
Also slender, she had a short somewhat severe, short slicked hair style,
that gave her a very cosmopolitan Parisian look.  Lilly on the other hand
had tousled, layered hair, a slightly fuller figure and looked like the all
American girl next door.

   After making these core introductions he announced that we had a "bonus"
for the workshop this year, introducing Erin as young budding new model. 
To my surprise, Erin stood and took a turn in front of the assembled
photographers with a confidence and grace that made her seem equally
professional as the other girls.  There were ten photographers, including
myself, and this year for the first time, two were women.

   "The format is similar to the Maine workshop last year." Tony continued.
"We will have mostly outdoor shoots.  Tomorrow morning we -(TM)ll have an
option of a studio session set up in the B&B -(TM)s barn with Yvette and
Yana, and a group will go to the stable down the road and take a horseback
ride to some nearby Indian ruins with Erin, Lilly and Chase.  The day after
that we all have a day long excursion to Mesa Verde and finally on the last
day all the models have agreed to individual one on one shoots.  There will
be a sign up for that after the outdoor shoot this evening."

   "Since we have ten photographers and five models, thanks to Erin, we
-(TM)ll be alway breaking into to small groups of one model with two
photographers and the models will rotate between the photographer groups.
We will try to avoid the scene of photographers mobbing a model, so let
-(TM)s try to have one photographer shooting and giving direction at a
time. If some of the small groups want to get together to shoot models in
pairs, that -(TM)s fine with me as long as only one photographer is
shooting at a time and the two models are good with it."

   "The models have also agreed to offer supplemental individual sessions
in their free time and there will be a sign up for that too, but note that
these sessions are supplemental and are priced at $100 per half hour in the
barn studio.  Please don -(TM)t sign up for any model more than once right
off to give other photographers a chance.  Later if a models still has free
time or chooses to add additional hours, feel free to sign up!  I'll handle
all billings and the models will get 100% of what you pay for your
individual sessions, plus any option tips that you throw in."

   "A couple of things that I want to be really clear and really strict
about.  This is not a porn shoot.  Implied nudity and topless only.  No
spread legs, or simulated sex acts.  Any photographer tries to pull this
off and their shooting privileges are terminated, if a model allows it,
well she -(TM)s done too.  Models can be nude, but I am serious about
keeping this artful glamor, not porn.  Clear?" There were nods all around.

   "Additionally, no touching the models other than to arrange and article
of clothing, or hair, and then only with the individual model -(TM)s
consent each time.  I -(TM)d really prefer no touching, so if in doubt, don
-(TM)t.  Remember, a 'Yes' once is not an automatic yes the next time. 
Finally, absolutely no fraternization between models and photographers."
Looking at me, he added, "I know some of you all know each other, but still
the rule applies.  While the workshop is running, nothing happens.  I don
-(TM)t care what you photographers do amongst yourselves, or what the
models do together, but no mixing!  Got it?" Again there were nods.  Tony
had made his point so clearly that nobody even joked about it.

   "One last thing, after dinner each night, we -(TM)ll gather here and I
-(TM)ll project the best shots from the day before.  Please don -(TM)t
worry about all that final post processing, we -(TM)ll look at whatever you
think are your best shots in raw form and try to learn from each other,
models included."

   When he asked for questions, there were none, so we each went to prepare
for the golden hour shoot that evening up amidst the B&B -(TM)s oasis-like
gardens.

   I was paired up with another photographer from San Diego, named Al, who
was clearly impressed, as everyone else seemed to be, that I had arrived on
site with two of the models in tow.  I found that I would spend most of the
next few days trying to avoid answering questions about how I knew them and
how well I knew them, other than to say honestly that they were models that
I knew and had worked with previously.

   That evening Al and I were paired with Lilly first and I loved her
boisterous laugh and the way clothes seemed to have a negative polarization
to her.  They just popped off.  She wasn -(TM)t skinny, but she was well
toned, with a healthy glow and had curves in all the right places.  The
evening light seemed to flow around her and create shadows and depth that
wouldn -(TM)t be there in a skinny model like Yvette.  She had a little
something of the "girl next door" about her, but also something deeper and
sexual that I couldn -(TM)t define right away.  The shoot went so well that
I decided that I had to signup for a one-on-one shoot with her.  I had to
explore more of the depth hiding behind this all American girl.  My goal
for this workshop was to capture the models individual personalities, in
addition to their beauty.

   I wasn -(TM)t dismayed that I was actually going to enjoy a good deal of
quiet time alone at night in the RV during the workshop.  I had engaged in
enough sex over the past week for any man, let alone one my age.  I knew
that I would have plenty of photo editing to do in those peaceful moments.
What I did find surprising was how much I missed being about to touch Erin
and having that unique intimate connection.  Over the past weeks and days,
the bond between us had strengthened and became less dependent on physical
touch, though close proximity was still important.  At dinner the first
night, I learned that she had been put in double room with Chase.  Erin
seemed pleased with that assignment.  It seemed as though one of the two
beds in their room would be used to lay out suitcases and the other for
sleeping.

   The horseback outing the first full day included Al, myself, two of the
other male photographers and the two female photographers, with Erin, Lilly
and Chase as the models, along with a grizzled old wrangler acting as a
guide from the stables.  When we got to the first stop, the remnants of an
old pueblo dwelling low on a rock cliff face, the wrangler must have
thought he had died and gone to heaven, as the girls dismounted and quickly
shed all their clothes except for their trainers to scramble around on
rocks and into impractical high heels for posing.

   All the photographers agreed to start by shooting the three models
together and then Lilly left with the other two men while Erin and Chase
stayed with Al, myself and the two women.  One of the female photographers,
Kasey, asked the models if they objected to posing intimately though not
simulating sex.  They agreed without hesitation.  We all got some great
shots of them fondling each other -(TM)s breasts, kissing, and one
particularly electric one that I loved of Erin running her fingers through
Chase -(TM)s hair as she appeared to nibble her earlobe.

   When I got a moment shooting Erin alone, I feigned touching her to get
her hair right, with her permission of course!  In that brief touch I
received back an erotic image of Erin making love to Chase the night before
and how wild Chase became when she nibbled her earlobe.

   Some of my other favorite shots was of Chase.  Shooting up at her, her
green eyes glowing, sunlight in her hair, and her neatly trimmed bush
showing as she straddled an old, low adobe wall, while she intently
examined and ancient pueblo potsherd that we had found, and left behind on
the site.  It was a shot that was one of the most popular that I shared
that evening.  Even Tony, pointed out that though her legs were literally
spread, it was not lewd and conveyed the sensual beauty he loved to see
come out of these workshops.

   When we were almost ready to wrap up, the wrangler had removed saddles,
and had carefully curry combed the girls horses.  In his own crusty and yet
slightly embarrassed way, he suggested that he had undressed the horses so
the girls could pose with them.  We got some great shots of the girls
riding, sitting backwards, and generally lounging naked on the horses -(TM)
backs, before the sun got too high and we had to get the girls covered up.

   Back at the B&B, after lunch Al and I had a barn photoshoot with Yvette.
Having worked with all the other models at this point, I was least
impressed with Yvette.  Perhaps she was just wrong for this kind of
setting. She created a tension and contrast between her urban
sophistication and the rustic set of the barn.  To me she felt cold and
formal, only loosening up slightly when I realized that she really was
French and started giving my directions and keeping up a patter in her
language.

   The highpoint of the shoot was the next day -(TM)s afternoon and evening
at Mesa Verde cliff dwellings.  Somehow Tony knew the right people and
though the Spruce Tree House was temporarily closed to the public, he had
arranged for us to have our photoshoot there in relative privacy.  The time
we had there gave all the male photographers short one-on-one sessions with
Lilly, Yvette and Yana.  And with the two female photographers had a longer
group session Erin and Chase together.  I had brought a selection of long
silk scarves and made a theme of each model wrapping their bare body in the
sheer scarves, letting the scarves blow in the breeze behind them, and
generally create dimensions of color and depth with the scarves.

   In the time that I had to observe, the female photographers
encouragement showed a palpable chemistry between Erin and Chase.  When I
managed to connect with Erin, I could sense her arousal clearly and she let
me know that though Chase was completely unaware of it, she had the "Sense"
like Naomi does.  They were obviously having some challenges keeping their
-~chemistry -(TM) from burning too hot.  With an invitation from the female
photographers, I took the opportunity to join the shoot for a few minutes.
I captured a sequence of images of Chase appearing to suckle Erin -(TM)s
breasts, with waves of Chase -(TM)s curly hair covering Erin -(TM)s other
breast.  In one, her emerald eyes glistening with a catchlight and it was
pure magic.

   "Girls, perhaps this is getting a little too steamy.  Let -(TM)s dial it
back a touch." We heard Tony -(TM)s voice quietly remonstrating them.

   There were mixed groans of disappointment and agreement on all sides,
but neither Chase nor Erin moved their pose.  With her permission, I
touched Chase -(TM)s cheek to arrange her hair and felt an electric spark
pass between us.  She looked momentarily started, but smiled seductively,
licked her full lips and her green eyes focused directly at my lens, while
resting her head next to Erin -(TM)s breast with a hard little nipple
shining with a drop of her saliva.  Kasey, the more outgoing of the two
women photographers gave a gasp of delight, and I stopped infringing on
their shoot while I was still welcome to watch.  Besides, I had to
concentrate on other things, just to keep my swelling erection from
becoming obvious.

   Before dinner back at my RV and looking at more of the day -(TM)s
images, there was a knock at the door.  Kasey, who was probably in her mid
to late 30 -(TM)s was standing there in the moonlight.  She looked slightly
furtive when she asked if she could come in, and of course I invited her in
for a drink.

   As we settle in our chairs, each with a glass of red wine, Kasey wanted
to make something clear.

   "I don -(TM)t want you to get the wrong idea -- I need to say that
Annette (the other female photographer) and I are partners, in more than
just the business sense --" She said watching for my reaction.

   "I suspected as much." I said with a smile and a nod, letting her
continue at her pace.

   "Erin is one of the models you brought with you.  Right?" She asked

   "Yes, and Yana came with us as well."

   "I know Yana from another photoshoot, but Erin is new.  I get the
feeling she -(TM)s related to you?"

   I laughed, wondering how to explain.

   "We are close --"

   "Hmmm -- Close?  Rumor is that she is your daughter?" She asked
pointedly.  I just shrugged, but wasn -(TM)t sure why I was avoiding
answering directly.

   "Well, I suspect that she and Chase have been intimate.  At least it
appears that way from how they interact in front of the camera." Kasey
pressed.

   "I think you -(TM)d have to ask them." I said with another noncommittal
shrug.

   "I think that -(TM)s what I needed to know.  I was concerned that you
might have some, well -- a relationship with her that -- well -- might..,
you know --.might make things awkward." she trailed off.

   "Make me feel possessive?  protective?" I offered hoping to put her at
ease.  "The answer is that she is her own woman makes her own choices.  I
will confess to being protective of her so I wouldn -(TM)t stand by to see
her hurt in anyway."

   "Oh.  No.  I had a -- well -- a proposal.  Since tomorrow -(TM)s the
last day and we can sign up for two one hour blocks for one-on-one -(TM)s
-- Well -- I was hoping you might want to collaborate with me.  By that I
mean that you sign up for an hour with Chase or Erin...  I will do the
other one.  So, together we could have an hour with both of them together."
she explained hesitantly.

   "Sounds interesting, but why wouldn -(TM)t you and Annette sign up for
that together?"

   "I was hoping you -(TM)d help with that -- you see -- How do I say
this." she paused.  "Just put it out there -- Annette is a very jealous
lover.  I don -(TM)t want her to suspect that I have any -- particular
interest in any of the models...  I was hoping you might make the
suggestion to me at dinner --.  Like it was your idea?  So Annette would
hear it and maybe not be so jealous if she knows a guy will be there?  Does
that make sense?"

   "Okay -- I think I could do that.  But to be clear.  I don -(TM)t want
to push Erin, or Chase for that matter, to do anything that doesn -(TM)t
feel comfortable to them."

   "Oh!  Of course, but if we sign up for the last sessions of the day,
then well, if it -(TM)s private and they are very comfortable --.  Then
perhaps Tony -(TM)s rules could be bent a little?" She almost pleaded.

   "We will leave that to the girls, within some limits.  Okay?"

   She looked pleased as she tossed back the remainder of her wine and got
up to leave.  At the door, she turned.

   "If I only weren -(TM)t a lesbian....  I can see why all the models like
you so much."

   "They what?" I blurted out, but she was gone.

   At dinner the spirits of the group were high.  I sensed that Kasey and I
were not the only ones to have had a pre-dinner drink.  Perhaps because
after the individual photoshoots in the morning and early afternoon the
next day the group would be breaking up and heading home.

   Seeing Annette and Kasey at the buffet table, I approached Kasey.

   "Excuse me," I asked.  "I was wondering whether you might be be
interested in collaborating tomorrow."

   "How so?" She asked, looking back and forth between Annette and me.

   "Well, I would like to try to get some more great shots with Erin and
Chase, but we only have hour long one-on-one slots.  So I thought that
maybe we could pick some times together so we could collaborate on a
session with both of them?"

   Kasey looked at Annette, as if for permission, and Annette just
shrugged, so Kasey nodded.

   "Great!" I said trying to sound appropriately enthusiastic.  "Maybe if
we go over to the sign up sheets now, we can arrange it?"

   We headed to the bulletin board where Tony was just posting the sign up
sheets and other photographers were beginning to gather to sign up.  This
was actually working out well for me.  I was getting to sign up for Chase
and an hour with Lilly.  I had had worked with Yana in the past and could
expect to work with her more in the future.  Erin would always be around,
so her participation with Chase was a bonus.  With a little negotiation
with other interested photographers, we managed to get Erin and Chase
-(TM)s in the late morning just before lunch.  When I looked for a time
with Lilly, I was disappointed at first when it seemed that she was fully
booked.  When I mentioned it to Tony, he directed my attention to the last
page of the sign up sheet, where indeed there was a late afternoon slot
open, just before the end of the workshop and right before dinner.

   Later that evening as we reviewed our best shots with the group, the
shot that I took just after Chase had sucked Erin -(TM)s nipple was the one
attracted the most praise and thankfully Tony loved it too.  He raved about
the composition, the sharp focus on Chase -(TM)s eyes and the implication
of sexual activity without overtly being sexual.  After this and the
general group affirmation, I was feeling more positive about the next day
-(TM)s shoot with Chase and Erin.

   After the group broke up, I was sitting alone in the garden finishing a
last glass of wine, when I heard a rustle behind me.  I turned to see Lilly
standing there,

    -~Sorry if I am bothering you, sir," she whispered.

   You -(TM)re not bothering me, Lilly.  Have seat," I said, pointing to
the place beside me on the bench.

   "A glass of wine?" I offered, lifting the nearly empty bottle.

   "No, thank you, sir, I do not drink." she whispered in reply.

   "I noticed that you did not schedule any time with me tomorrow." she
said after a moment -(TM)s silence.

   I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

   "I think you need to look again!  I managed to snag your last time slot
in the afternoon!"

   "Oh!  That's wonderful!  Thank you!" Delight replaced the disappointment

   "Why are you so intent on working with me, Lilly?"

   "Sir, you are the best photographer here.  I am in love with the work on
your website and would like the opportunity to get that exposure."

   "That's quite flattering, Lilly, but I hardly thing that is true.  All
the photographers here are excellent."

   "That's what the models think, Sir --"" she interrupted me.  "Lilly, I
am thrilled that I am getting a one-on-one session with you." I said.  "I
really wanted to have the opportunity to shoot with you - alone.  I was
afraid that I wouldn -(TM)t be able arrange it.  But it could be that the
gods were smiling on me."

   She beamed with pleasure.

   "Since we have some free time, and if you -(TM)re not to tired, let
-(TM)s sit over there and talk about what you -(TM)d like to do with our
time tomorrow."

   Once we were seated two easy chairs facing each other, I prompted her to
let speak first.

   "Sir, may I ask a really personal question?  I do not want to be rude,
so tell me if you feel that I am." she paused and seemed to think of how
she wanted to proceed.  "Erin said that the model, Lin, lives with you."

   "Yes, she has lived with my wife and I for a while now."

   She paused thoughtfully again and then blurted out.  "Is she your
submissive?"

   "What?  Submissive?" I exclaimed with surprise.  "What do you mean?"

   "I am sorry Sir." She looked devastated.  "Never mind."

   "No, Lilly.  I want to understand.  Please explain"

   "Well, Sir, some people live in a lifestyle where one person gives all
the power in the relationship to the other person -- It's not like a
slavery, but still we call one the Master and the other the slave."

   "Well that certainly isn -(TM)t Lin, but I think I understand what you
are saying.  Lin likes to play a very submissive game, if that is what you
might be thinking.  Why do you ask?"

   "Because I am a submissive, but to me it -(TM)s a way of life that I
want to live.  I don -(TM)t have a Master, but I was hoping that in
addition to some more the glamorous photos you've taken, would you take
some that show my submissive side?"

   "What were you thinking, Lilly?" I asked.  "Give me some examples."

   "Can we get some of me like the ones you took of Lin?"

   "Which are the ones you are thinking of?" I was suspecting one in
particular but I wanted to hear from her.

   She looked at me pleadingly.  I could tell she was reluctant to say what
she was thinking for fear of rejection, so I decided to make it easier on
her.

   "Like the series of her kneeling" I asked and she nodded
enthusiastically, and looked hopeful.

   "But with a riding crop?  And maybe a collar and things..." She blurted
out and jumped up, crossed the sort space between up and sat in my lap
giving me a big hug.  Her breasts pressed against me and I could feel my
cock respond when she kissed me.

   "Uh, Lilly, we can -(TM)t be doing this." I said a little more sternly
than I really wanted.  if it had been at home, I would have spread her on
the coffee table and taken her there.  She straightened and rose from my
lap looking completely apologetic and chagrined.

   "I am sorry, Sir." she whispered.  "I was too excited.  Will you use the
crop on me, Sir?"

   "We will have to see whether we have privacy for that, even if I could
find one."

   "I can supply the crop and some other things, Sir.  I brought them with
me." She stood to go, so I stood as well.  She looked around the corner and
apparently didn -(TM)t see anyone, so she turned and pressed her body
against mine.  "You will own me tomorrow, Sir." and she darted from the
room.

   As I was walking out of the inner lounge puzzling over what had just
happened.  I figured that I had just discovered that hidden side of Lilly's
personality that I had wondered about earlier.  I came a across Erin
sitting by a window reading.  I approached from behind.  I knew she was
aware of me and probably knew everything that had transpired between Lilly
and I only a moment before.  I put a hand on her bare shoulder and sent
thoughts of longing for her.

   "You were good with her." she thought.  "I wish you two would have
longer together"

   I sat close to her and picked up a magazine, more as a prop in case some
came while we were sitting silently together.  It would seem more natural
to anyone who passed us, if we weren -(TM)t speaking aloud.

   "Did you put her up to that?" I thought.

   "Well -- When I knew her interest, I showed her the pictures of Lin on
the server.  You know the ones that are not on the web?"

   "What?  How did you know -- Oh.  Naomi showed you everything!  Is she
trying to scare you off to have me to herself?"

   She laughed merrily and actually giggled out loud.

   "No, I wanted to know everything, and in spite of loving you, she -(TM)s
a pregnant Magdalene.  It's not like she can have another man right now. 
Plus, she's...  what conditioned to the Magdalene way of not keeping a man.
Anyway I liked the photos of Lin, so if she was trying to scare me off it
was a fail.  Maybe I didn't like them as much as Lilly does, but sometime
-- Sometime, maybe Lin and I will serve the Master together." She sent me
an mental image of her and Lin kneeling naked in front of me.  I was
astounded at the clarity of the image, even though it was only in her
imagination.  Both girls were on their knees, sitting back on their heels
with their backs arched and their palms resting upwards on their thighs
with their knees spread wide apart.  I knew that I didn -(TM)t have to send
any hint of my arousal, she could feel it overwhelm me.

   "I guess you like it." She giggled aloud and at that moment, Tony walked
by, stopped and turned back to us.

   "How did the day go?" He asked.  I struggled to regain my composure and
Erin responded.

   "It was great!  I had a great session with Annette earlier in the
studio. I hope we got some good ones out of it!"

   "I am looking forward to my joint session with Erin and Chase tomorrow,
I'm collaborating with Kasey." I said.

   "Sure, that -(TM)s fine." He cage me a knowing look, obviously
remembering the steamy shot at Mesa Verde.  "Joseph has to leave after
lunch tomorrow.  It looks like we are all sort of scattering to the wind in
the afternoon.  I to take care of some business with the caterer tomorrow,
so I won -(TM)t be here for your session with Lilly.  But, I -(TM)d like to
watch part of the session tomorrow with Chase and Erin if you don -(TM)t
mind.  They obviously have great chemistry....  I hope you guys won -(TM)t
mind me sneaking in for a moment."

   "It -(TM)s been a great workshop, Tony.  I -(TM)ll be looking forward to
hearing where the next workshop will be." I said, avoiding his question.  I
knew it wasn't what Kasey would have wanted to hear.

   "I -(TM)m thinking of somewhere on the northern California coast.  What
do you think?"

   "What about the big island of Hawaii?"

   "Ohhh!!  Yes!" Erin interjected.

   "Well, if Erin is coming back next year, I -(TM)ll have to give Hawaii a
priority when I explore locations --" Tony chuckled.

   "Well, I have to get to bed." Erin said suddenly, and got up to go.

   "Goodnight, Erin" Tony and I said in unison, and when Erin left, Tony
lingered.

   "She -(TM)s one of the best!" he said.  "Can I ask what your
relationship is?"

   "Can I just say we -(TM)re friends?" I replied.

   "Oh, I think it -(TM)s more than friends but I suspect she -(TM)s not
your daughter, in spite of what others around here seem to think." he
pushed.

   "Daughter?  No." I exclaimed.  "It -(TM)s complicated...  She is the
niece of some very good friends, and Kathryn and I are very close to her."

   "Well, I won't ask how close, you lucky bastard!" he laughed.  "And you
drove in here with Yana, too?  The absolute best model I -(TM)ve worked
with.  Don -(TM)t tell me you -(TM)re lovers!"

   "Okay.  I won -(TM)t, cuz we -(TM)re not.  At least --" I said.

   "Yeah, I know.  It -(TM)s complicated, right?  Well, on that note, I
better get to bed." he said and laughing as he went, leaving me alone.

   I sat for a while fantasizing about taking Kathryn, and all the girls to
Hawaii for a few weeks in the winter.  I suspected that if we could work it
around Erin, Lin, Allie and Dina -(TM)s school breaks, we could do it.  It
would be great if Naomi could come too, but the baby --



   Chapter 16

   The morning started slowly and I lingered over breakfast, as my session
with Erin and Chase wasn -(TM)t until 10:00 AM.  I was still drinking
coffee with Kasey joined me.  She was radiating excitement.

   "I just know this is going to be awesome!" she gushed.  "Erin and Chase
are so hot together!"

   "You -(TM)re really excited about this session, aren -(TM)t you!" I
laughed.

   "Oh, please don -(TM)t tell Annette, she would be so jealous if she knew
that it wasn -(TM)t just another shoot to me."

   "And why exactly would it make her jealous?  Hmm?" I asked and got a
blush in return.

   She looked at my wedding ring, "Doesn -(TM)t your wife get jealous of
you with all these beautiful girls?"

   I laughed in response.  "No, Erin lives with us, as does another of my
models.  She -(TM)s pretty used to naked models hanging around.  She
actually likes it as much as I do, and in much the same way as you do!"

   She gave me a quizzical look.

   "You mean she is..."

   I interrupted to give her advance warning and perhaps tone her down a
little.  "Oh, Did Tony tell you that that he was planning on dropping in
during our shoot?"

   She looked dismayed, and only whispered, "I was hoping he might not see
-- you know, if the girls -- well never mind."

   It wasn -(TM)t long before 10:00 AM rolled around and we headed to the
studio.  Annette and Yvette were just leaving the studio and, in my
opinion, looking a little flushed and just a touch disheveled.

   When the door closed, Kasey and I were alone.  I looked at her.

   "Well that little --." She started.

   I put a hand on her shoulder.  "I think you two need to talk.  You were
worried about her being jealous."

   "Yes, but I only...  well -- look.  I wouldn -(TM)t actually touch."

   "You wouldn -(TM)t have become involved if you could?" I asked blandly

   "I would never --" She sputtered.  I looked at her unflinchingly. 
"Well, I guess you have a point."

   "Perhaps Yvette would be interested in a really private session this
evening, when workshop rules relax The studio won -(TM)t be taken down
until the morning..  It -(TM)s still early, go ask before they getaway."

   I watched her weigh the option and she straightened and headed out the
door.  As I busied myself prepping for the shoot, I heard the door open and
looked up to see Erin and Chase each in skinny jeans and tank tops,
carrying garment bags.  I gazed lustfully, their breasts tightly sheathed
in their tank tops and Chase showing the buds of her nipples through sheer
cloth.

   "Hello Harrison!  Earth to Harrison!" Erin said unnecessarily loudly. 
"You don -(TM)t need to gawk, we -(TM)ll be naked soon enough!" And Chase
joined her in laughter.

   I blushed and said, "Well, forgive me, I just can -(TM)t believe how
beautiful you two are!"

   Kasey returned to the studio beaming.  I looked at her questioningly and
she nodded with a smile.  Apparently she had reached an arrangement with
both Annette and Yvette.  However it worked out, she was clearly happy.

   We talked briefly about the shoot and decided to have Erin and Chase
slowly begin by taking turns undressing each other.  They took it slowly
allowing both Kasey and I to take turns directing and shooting.  Chase
peeled Erin -(TM)s tight tank top down, slowly exposing her breasts,
lightly running a finger across a nipple, holding a finger to her lips with
naughty, surprised look at the camera.  Erin reciprocated while Kasey shot,
and already I knew that I wasn -(TM)t the only person aroused in the
studio. Erin was standing with her back to the camera, her head resting on
Chase -(TM)s shoulder and a hand cupping Chase -(TM)s upturned breast when
the studio door opened quietly and Tony slipped in.

   "Sorry for the interruption.  It seems you all have things well
underway. I -(TM)ll just sit in a hay bale and watch for a moment if you
don -(TM)t mind."

   While he was talking Chase and Erin took the opportunity to pull their
tank tops off over their heads and fix their hair.  When we resumed we got
some great shots of Chase slowing unsnapping, unzipping and lowering Erin
-(TM)s jeans around her hips, exposing the tops of her lacy panties,
without direction, Chase kissed her tummy and worked her way slowly up to
Erin -(TM)s breasts, kissing slowly on the way up.  When she started to
suckle a nipple, Erin inhaled sharply.

   "Okay, let -(TM)s keep it just short of boiling, girls." I called out.
They both looked disappointed, and Annette turned to me with an angry look.

   "Hey, don -(TM)t mind me." Tony chimed in.  "If the girls are happy and
you don -(TM)t post anything explicit, I don -(TM)t mind.  We're in
private. After all, the base rule is anything is fine between consenting
models.  Just not photographers and models.  And no porn.  They're good. 
Maybe great!"

   I was a little surprised that he was looking straight at Kasey when he
said this.  I mumbled apologies and asked the girls to continue.  This time
Erin repeated Chase -(TM)s maneuvers and after suckling both her breasts
went on to a deep kiss.  At this point I knew the arousal I was sensing was
coming straight from Erin.  I could feel her longing for my cock planted
firmly within her as she kissed Chase, but that would break all the rules.
At Kasey -(TM)s direction, we stopped shooting for them to wriggle out of
their jeans.  We got some great shots of them helping each other out of
their panties.  At one point Erin spread her legs apart and Kasey covered
her exposed pussy with her hand.  I could have sworn that one of Chases
fingers slipped inside Erin, and from the sudden sense of arousal that I
got from Erin, I was sure that was the case.  When Chase -(TM)s hand was no
longer needed to hide Erin -(TM)s pussy, I could see the errant finger
glistening with Erin -(TM)s juices, further confirming my suspicion.  Chase
gave my camera a wink as she slowly licked that finger.

   We paused again.  Realizing out time was winding down and considered one
last scene.  The girls has brought lingerie and we had them slowly put on
thigh high stockings, garter belts and bras.  Even more slowly the skimpy
articles of clothing were removed, and all too soon our time was up.

   The girls redressed and we went to lunch.  Both girls had individual
sessions that afternoon and I had free time before my last session with
Lilly.  I was still at the lunch table when Tony and a couple of the other
photographers stopped by to say goodbye.  Tony wasn -(TM)t the only one
leaving early.

   Before her last session, Erin stopped by too.

   "Chase and I are sharing a room tonight, is that okay?  We -(TM)ll be
ready to head out tomorrow morning early, promise!"

   "Sure.  Why don -(TM)t we plan on dinner together with Yana and plan our
departure?"

   "Can I bring Chase too?" She asked.

   "Of course!  I have to go get ready for that last session with Lilly. 
See you around 6:30?"

   "Oh!!  Lilly!  That will be an exciting one.  Can't wait to see the
photos!" She blew me kisses and dashed off.

   I arrived back at the studio at the same time Lilly arrived.  It was
quiet and we appeared to have the place to ourselves.

   In the studio I busied myself arranging a black backdrop and when I
turned, Lilly was naked, kneeling on the rough barn wood floor.  I stopped
and took in the sight.  She was posed just as in the mental image that Erin
had shared with me earlier.  Her back was straight but slightly arched,
making breasts thrust up and her hands resting palm up on her thighs.  She
looked at me pleadingly.  Her knees were spread wide and I could see that
she was shaved bare, pink labia exposed to my view.

    -�I really meant it, Sir.  You own me today. -�

    -�Let's keep focused on photography, pet. -� said somewhat formally.  
-�I see you shaved your pubic hair.  Why? -�

    -�Erin said that is the way you like it, Sir. -�

    -�Indeed I do.  Thoughtful of her to share that information with you.
-�

    -�Yes, Sir.  You are lucky to have her. -�

   I wrestled a couple of hay bales over to provide visual interest behind
her.

    -�Believe me, I know that! -� I said.   -�Now let's start.  Hold that
pose a moment. -�

   Throughout the shoot, I had difficulty not being distracted by my own
desire.  This woman was not just posing in seductive, submissive poses. 
She was in fact offering herself for my pleasure.  While I had no intention
of engaging in sex with her, I was getting shots that delved into the
mystery of her desires.  She put on a black leather collar and cuffs on her
wrists for some shots.  In another short series I tied her wrists with
coarse manila rope.  In another she held a riding crop that she had
insisted that I use to make some pink marks on her breasts and ass.  In all
of them she was alluring and completely offering herself.  I felt that I
had succeeded in capturing her true nature, though I didn't fully
understand it.

   When the session was over, she put on her robe, as all the models did
when moving around the inn.

   "Please, sir." She murmured with downcast eyes.  "May I accompany you to
your RV and pleasure you?"

   "Perhaps Lilly," I said, "when you come east to model for me, we can
arrange that, but for the moment, I think the pleasure that you have given
me in this shoot will have to suffice for both of us.  I have your contact
information and I will send you a disc with the images soon.  In the
meantime, will you join Erin, Chase and me at dinner?"

   She was obviously disappointed, but realized that there was no point in
pursuing the matter.  I simply wasn't prepared to fully understand that
nature of sex with a completely submissive partner.

   Back in the RV, I had time to clean up and make a quick call to Kathryn
and Lin.  When I recounted the shoot with Erin and Chase, both Kathryn and
Lin were excited by her new erotic interests, and I could tell that Lin was
eager for her return.  Lin was also excited about the possibility of Lilly
coming to model and was most eager to see her newest images.  I had to
insist that Naomi be careful in which she put up on the web.  I was still
not completely comfortable with them all.  I trusted Naomi to chose
tasteful images to share with the world.

   At dinner, Lilly seemed to have recovered from her disappointment and
was talking to Erin and Chase about a model meetup in the near future.

   I approached Erin from behind as she was seated at the table and placed
my hands on her shoulders, ostensibly to let her know I was there, but to
make a quick connection.  She was obviously amused that I had not taken
advantage of Lilly's offers.

   Shortly after dinner, Yana joined us.  She wondered if we were heading
straight back to Denver, because if not, she would join Yvette who had
rented a car and would be flying out of Denver the same day.  I was willing
to take her up, but since they wanted to drive straight though, I was glad
to be free and alone with Erin again.

   Erin was disappointed at not traveling with Yana again, but was excited
when I proposed that we head north into Utah and stop at Arches National
Park before hopping on I-70 and heading home.

   That night, the models had a pajama party in one of their room, though I
suspected that not many pajamas were actually worn and that I would last
most of the night.  I retired to my RV to call home, update Kathryn on our
travel plans and to get to bed early.



   Chapter 17

   Erin's appearance at breakfast confirmed that the models' party had gone
on much of the night.  A quick kiss on her cheek only gave me a mental
groan and a sense of her exhaustion.  Among the models it was clear that
only Yvette appeared fresh and alert.  Even Yana appeared unusually tired
and I was glad that Yvette would be driving.  Chase and Lilly said they
were taking a late check out and would head toward Phoenix.  At my
insistence, they promised to stop in Flagstaff if they were tired.

   Erin and I hit the road after breakfast and extended goodbyes.  Even
with the late start, I promised Erin lunch in Moab, and a night in Arches
National Park, where I had been lucky to snag one of the few campsites that
would accommodate our RV.  Despite the changing landscape, Erin went to the
bed in the back of the RV and was asleep before I had pulled out of the
inn's parking lot.

   Erin missed the drive up to Moab and merely mumbled her agreement when I
suggested that I stop at a Mexican restaurant for take out before heading
to our camping spot with the Arches National Park.  By the time that I had
the RV parked, some camp chairs and a small table set out, she emerged from
the RV rubbing her eyes and complaining about being hungry.

   "So the party girl makes an appearance!" I teased.  "She looks a little
frazzled on the edges."

   "Yeah, whatever." She grumbled as she kissed me affectionately.  She
looked up and realized the amazing landscape around her.  "Wow!  Were we
like transported to another planet?"

   "Want to hike after lunch, or do you need a little more time to recover?
I am hoping to get some star shots tonight.  If you don't think you're up
for both, its a okay." I responded.

   "Where can we hike?" She asked

   "There are lots of hikes, but you have to see Delicate Arch before we
leave, and that's great at sunset.  It's about a mile and a half hike, but
we need to get their before sunset."

   "I'm up for it!  But can we take it easy until we have to go?"

   Erin relaxed in the shade during the hottest part of the afternoon and I
put in a call to check up on the home front.  That was a long call!  Lin
wanted Lilly to come visit soon.  Naomi wanted to know the names of the
models and whether there were any shots that couldn't go up on the website,
while Kathryn just wanted to know when I would be home.  It seemed that she
not only missed me but she was the one that the Magdalene women pestered
for news of Erin.

   Erin and I walked to Delicate Arch slowly, admiring the scenery on the
way.  It was clear that we were not the only ones to think of sunset at the
Arch, so we resigned ourselves to playing tourist, just like everyone else.
The sunset was as beautiful as I had promised Erin it would be and we just
sat at the edge of the large natural amphitheater in front of the arch
holding hands and admiring the view, followed by a leisurely walk back to
the RV in the failing light.

   Given the option of a pre-dawn drive into Canyonlands to see Mesa Arch
at sunrise, before heading home, Erin opted to stay up late and see if we
could photograph the Milky Way in the clear Utah skies.  I teased her about
being lazy and not wanting to get up early, but secretly was looking
forward to sleeping in with her.  Did I say secretly?  No, she surprised me
with a lovely mental image of the attention she intended to reward me with
as I awoke in the morning.  Clearly she had the right idea after my
enforced celibacy at the photo shoot with all those beautiful women.  It
made it an easy choice.

   We were fortunate that the moon wasn't rising until 2 AM, so the night
sky was dark and the starts were vivid and bright and the galactic core
rose in the sky behind Turret arch before we were too tired to stay up any
longer.

   I was awoken in the morning by movement on the bed and met with the
sight of Erin leaning over me, gently allowing her nipples to graze the tip
of my morning erection.  I couldn't pretend to be asleep, but lay there and
watched as she continued brushing her nipples against me until they were as
hard as my cock.  I pulled her up to kiss her and she straddled me,
allowing me to penetrate her fully aroused vagina.  We continued kissing as
we built up a rhythm.  I knew that I would not last long, but she managed
to draw it out.  Just before I felt as though I could hold it off no
longer, she let me slip from inside her and scooted down the bed to catch
me in her mouth, and started again her delicious torment - bringing me to
the edge and backing off to draw out the pleasure.

   "You've acquired the taste for yourself on my cock?" I projected to her
and she smiled with my cock still in her mouth, her eyes twinkling, as she
shot back an image of herself licking Chase whose back was arched in
orgasm. That did it, she could hold off my orgasm no longer.  My cock
swelled up further as I released my semen, flooding her mouth.

   When she crawled back up to cuddle, I kissed off the little drops of my
cum that had escaped and tasted her on her own lips.  We dozed off again.

   I wanted to linger, but I kept thinking about how the Magdalene women
were so reluctant to have Erin leave for the photo shoot, plus I had only
lucked into a single night at this high demand campground - we would have
to move anyway.  We discussed it over breakfast, and decided that even
though we wanted to spend another night somewhere nearby, along with
several interesting side trips in Colorado, it was probably best if we high
tailed it back home.  The decision came with a promise to bring Erin back
again in the future.

   When we called home to tell them we would be driving straight home,
Kathryn was thrilled.

   "Naomi and I have been fending the Magdalene Mothers off.  They have
been on our case ever since you left." Kathryn said in the call.  "Plus,
I'll just feel better having you home with me!"

   Erin offered to help with the driving.  She was a careful driver and I
was comfortable leaving her at the wheel while I dozed.

   We talked a lot.  I quizzed her about her new found interest in women.

   "Yeah, it's weird, but didn't you feel that connection with Chase?  I
mean it wasn't like with you...  not as strong and clear, but wow..." She
tried to explain.

   "I did feel something back at Mesa Verde when we touched.  I guess I can
see how it might make a difference.  Did you get that off of Kathryn?" I
probed

   "No, not anywhere near as strong, but she's special to you so I get it
through you."

   "Okay, but what about Yana?" I pressed.

   "I don't know...  I guess I was just exploring.  You were radiating lust
for her and she is absolutely gorgeous.  I was attracted...  Am attracted."
She paused.  "I guess it isn't a clear line between straight and gay, is
it? I mean...  some people are completely straight and some completely gay,
but...  Hell, I don't know.  Do I have to explain?" She sounded frustrated.

   "I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to upset you.  It's what we call bi-sexual,
right?"

   "I'm not upset, I guess I just don't completely understand.  I had never
imagined being with another girl...  woman...  and then this past time
since I met you a whole new world has opened for me.  Heck I had never
taken my clothes off in front of anyone, except the girls' locker room for
gym." She mused.  "I cool with it.  It's all good.  Great in fact!"

   We're were just leaving Colorado, when her father called her for the
first time since she had called him in the beginning of our road trip. 
Erin wasn't driving when he called so she went back to the bedroom to talk.
She didn't stay back there long and returned to her captain's chair in the
front of the RV.  She sat quietly.  I looked over concerned, thankful that
I didn't see any tears.

   "How'd it go?" I inquired.

   "Okay." She sat silent a moment.  "Actually, it was good.  He knew Mom
had a sister, but hadn't ever met her.  He said he was glad that I had
found her.  I told him my plan to finish high school in Virginia, and that
I would be living with you and Kathryn."

   "How did he react to that?"

   "He didn't get mad.  That's good.  He just said that I was grown up and
I could do what I wanted.  He asked for the address so he could send money.
That surprised me."

   "Okay.  Why don't you just set up a checking account and he can transfer
funds.  That's easier than mailing money and you'll need your own account
anyway.  Tony will be sending a check for the modeling work."

   "What??" she exclaimed.  "I'm getting paid to do that?  I had so much
fun, I would have paid to do it, if I had any money."

   "Yup!  He told me you were really popular in the photo shoot evaluations
by the photographers and the models all liked working with you.  So he said
he had to pay you to be sure you'd want to come back for the next one.  He
also collected the payments individual sessions.  Plus you apparently were
very well tipped by the other photographers.  He also said he could connect
you with some other photographers if you want."

   "Wow...." was all she said but I could see she was smiling like the
Cheshire Cat.

   For the next three days we drove long hours, stopping for fuel and to
eat during the day and to stop the night at campgrounds along the way.

   We stopped our last night on the road in a West Virginia state park.  As
with other nights on the road home, we ate carry-out that we had picked up
before parking and didn't stay up, or light a campfire, nor did Erin
attract a group with her singing.  We were pretty focused on just getting
home.  We went to bed early as usual and made love, reveling in the
sensations and our special connection.

   The last morning I awoke with the sunrise and light filtering in though
the skylight above the bed.  Propping head up on my hand, I watched Erin
sleeping peacefully.  The morning light bathing her pale, bare skin in its
glow.  I couldn't resist gently running my hand down her arm and over the
swell of her breast.  She stirred and turned her head to smile at me
sleepily.

   "Should we tell the Magdalene Mother's about how we can communicate?"
She asked.  "And what about telling Kathryn?" She murmured through her
sleep.

   "How do you think they will react?" I asked.

   "I think they will be super excited." She said, nestling her backside
into me.  "But I am worried that they will want me to have a baby right
away."

   "You're not ready for that, are you?" I felt my erection swell and slid
my hands up to cup her breasts.

   "Not hardly!  I mean Naomi was brought up expecting that way of life,
but I was always thinking that I might get married after college and
getting a job.  I mean, just getting pregnant seems like...  I dunno, it
seems almost like some sort of breeding program." She pressed her ass
against me.

   "I think that may be a little harsh way of looking at them, but you
shouldn't do anything you don't want to do...  ever." I emphasized hugging
her close, positioning my cock to slip into her.

   "Well, I love the idea of you being the dad, and I know that's what they
want." And she send me a mental image of me holding baby and her with her
arm around us and moaned audibly as I filled her.  "But I sort of like the
idea of getting married and all that too..."

   "Sweetheart, I think you should resist any pressure from them and I
promise that you won't get any from me." My slow thrusts were building
momentum and my fingers rolled her nipples.

   "oh...  yess...  like that.  Do you think if I got married we could
still do this?" She purred.

   "Only if he...  or she agrees." I grunted as I almost reached that
point.

   "Mmmm...  she?" Considering the idea.  "Then I could have your baby and
be married?"

   "Oh...  god....  yess!" I gasped.  "You don't need to marry to have a
baby, but what about that hunk Ross?"

   "You want me to fuck Ross?" She panted, "and marry him?"

   "Fuck!  Just cum now baby, get married to whomever you want when the
time comes!"

   I felt that final swelling as my semen surged through me and into her.
She arched her back away from me and I could feel her orgasm shudder
through her with mental images of Chase in bed with us escaping her mental
control.

   Chapter 18

   I called as we were pulling out of the campground around 8:00 AM, and
Lin answered.

   "Hi boss!" She her voice rang out over the RV speakers.

   "You're on speaker, Lin!  Don't make Erin blush." I joked.

   "No, Sir.  I'll be completely circumspect, but I don't think I could
make her blush.  After seeing her pics from the photo shoot, I think she's
pretty worldly now." Lin laughed.

   "You got that right, Lin!" Erin joined in laughing, "I've pretty much
seen it all now." "Is Kathryn in?" I asked.

   "No, sir.  She is out at a yoga class.  She will be back soon.  What
time do you get home?"

   "We should be there for lunch, if that's not inconvenient."

   "That's great!  I'll have the table set, and I'll call Naomi.  She's
been asking when you get home.  The girl looks like she'll pop any day, and
you should see how full her boobs are.  She's so like a fertility goddess
now."

   I laughed as did Erin.

   "We can't wait." I said and after goodbyes, hung up.

   "I can't believe it!  I'm gonna be an aunt so soon, and my lover is the
dad!  And you have a date coming up with sweet Nikki too.  Wow!"

   "Yea, it's complicated, huh?"