Minding the Girls  (mf, mg)


     This story is fiction.  Agatha Christie didn't commit a
chain of grisly murders and I don't do these things.  If you
can't tell the difference between fantasy and the real world
then you shouldn't read this.

     If you aren't old enough, bold enough or strong enough
to be in this group, then DON'T READ THIS!  Go away.  Visit
another group.  Leave us alone.  If you do read this and
find yourself getting uncomfortable, that's your problem.

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(at least you've taken the trouble to download the story
and read it).

          The Paganist  (the.paganist@ukonline.co.uk)


                      Minding the Girls

                       by The Paganist


                          Chapter 5

                    The Power of Voodoo

I awoke with the certain knowledge that I knew exactly what a used 
dishcloth feels like!

When I managed to part my eyelids (after about five minutes) I was 
surprised to find that everything was tidy!  I was lying in bed 
naked but covered with a sheet.  

Had this all been a dream?

I ached all over.

Had I been ill with some kind of fever?

As I started to get up from the bed my knees gave way and I fell on 
the floor like a sack of potatoes.

It had been a dream!  I felt a great disappointment.  I was still a 
virgin after all.  Still, that dream was a real dilly.  I wouldn't 
forget that in a hurry.  What am I saying most of it was just a 
vague blur.  But something at the back of my mind was saying "What 
a blur."

I managed to find my feet (I think they were mine anyway - they 
wouldn't do what they were told though).  I managed to walk 
(stagger) slowly to the door when the tornado arrived bellowing 
"'laine - he's awake."  

Elaine tripped into view and one look at her face confirmed that it 
hadn't been a dream.  The glow was still there.

Now I'm a normal, healthy (oversexed) 19 year old male.  Standing 
in front of me are two very young children (O.K. girls, ladies, 
women - whatever).  I've already said how I felt and they look as 
if they're just getting ready for a party.

A mental image of 'the tornado' asking who's turn it was made my 
knees give way and I fell over again!

They both rushed to help me up and help me over to the bed.  I 
suggested that I'd be better sitting downstairs and they helped me.  
After a few steps (staggers) control of my legs started to return 
in full.

Mr. Brain may not have been up to full fettle yet but he hadn't 
been idle either.  Reaching the lounge I made a bee-line for the 
armchair - no couches for me this time they're too dangerous!

Having more time to take stock I realised that a transformation had 
taken place.  The lounge was tidy!  I never remember it being tidy 
before but here it was!  The girls were wearing long satin 
nightdresses.  Turquoise for Elaine and white for Collette.

I remembered that advert for a household cleaner from ages ago - 
the White Tornado.  I couldn't help laughing.  The trouble is it 
came out more like maniacal howling.  This didn't improve my image.

When I settled down I passed on (after several dud starts) the 
joke!  They didn't get it!  

As I sat taking in the room my attention came to rest on the 
television.  It was playing that porno movie again!  God didn't 
these two even think of anything else.  

Catching the direction of my eyes Elaine grabbed the remote and 
changed channel (perceptive this kid!).  

As I sat and watched the news I started to settle. The girls were 
slowly slipping onto my lap.  Each had one arm around my neck.  I 
had unconsciously put an arm around each and was luxuriating in 
that comfortable warmth of flesh beneath the satin nighties.  The 
news was on - the usual things some rail accident, terrorists, all 
the usual things, I just relaxed and let the normalcy of it all 
wash over me.  The weather came on something about last nights 
storms.  Something went click in my mind at this but it was gone 
again before I could focus on it.

I started thinking of how hard they must have worked.  The pool.  
Cleaning up the lounge.  And all of this had been done while I 
slept!  All was once more well with the world.  In my minds eye I 
recalled the image of Elaine's face as she reached her orgasm and 
Collette's the previous night as she skewered herself on me.  This 
brought on a shiver (or was it a shudder).

"Are you cold?"  "Would you like the heater on?" 

Their Questions broke through my thoughts.

"No I'm okay thanks" 

I knew that I loved these two more than anything else in the world 
and that these images would be burned into my memory till the day 
I died

I hugged them both to me.

Now we've all had that dream at sometime or another.  The one where 
you're in a public place and you suddenly realise that you've got 
no clothes on.  It comes in many forms ranging from wet dream to 
nightmare depending on your particular bent and who's around in the 
dream at the time.  Now some of you will have just glanced back 
over the last few pages and some will have just guessed but yes. 
You're right.  I was.

Just to exacerbate matters when three people sit in one armchair 
there's not much space.

When I hugged them they both fell in towards the chair and their 
free hands fell into my lap.  I remember thinking that they must 
have been taking voodoo classes (raising the dead).  At my jumping 
they both drew their hands back and said "sorry."

Their reaction brought me back to my senses and I said "No I'm 
sorry it was my fault for not thinking."

I asked if they'd eaten and the said that they had.  I said I was 
going to grab a pizza but Elaine shot up and said she'd do it for 
me.  Her comment of "we must keep your strength up" elicited a 
snicker from Collette's direction which was quickly stifled by a 
sharp glance from Elaine.  When she called out that there was still 
some dinner left if I 'felt up to it'  Collette collapsed onto the 
floor in hysterics.  The young girl's infectious laughter soon had 
us all laughing fit to bust and after that, things returned to a 
more relaxed mood.

After food, coffee and ice cream (everybody turning up for the 
latter) we all settled down to watch a video - no this time it was 
'Lady and the Tramp' which Collette had brought over from home.

Half an hour later when Collette started dozing I sent her up to 
bed.  She went without argument pausing only to sit on my lap and 
give me a very soft gentle kiss and a "goodnight and thanks for a 
lovely day" and off she went.

With just Elaine and me left downstairs I sensed a tension that 
hadn't been there before.  The sort when two people are each 
wondering what's going to happen next.  As this built I decided to 
settle things by going to bed.  Elaine said that she was going too. 
And after a quick visit to the kitchen for something followed me up 
a couple of minutes later.

When I reached my bed I found Collette sound asleep in it.  Not 
having the heart to wake the girl (and not seeing any sense in it 
anyway) I slipped into bed myself, turning the bedside light off.  
As I drifted off to sleep a minute or so later I was vaguely aware 
of Elaine slipping in next to me.  I thought, "What the hell..."


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