Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Heat Wave
Part: 24 of 25
Universe: The Heat Wave
Summary: Meet Cletus Putnam: landlord, entrepreneur, opportunist, sometime
Dom.  It's hotter than Hell and he has the only swimming pool and central
air conditioning in his little lower middle-class neighborhood -- and he's
not above taking advantage of that fact.
Content: MF MM FF oral

Chapter 24

	I didn't see Heather and Amy come home because they went to
Cantrell's -- but they burst into the house ten minutes later, soaking wet,
Heather exclaiming, "Mom's having trouble breathing!"  I grabbed some shorts
and hustled out, Michael and the girls in my wake.

	Jean was lying on her couch wheezing.  "Go 'way!  I can handle this!"

	"Yeah, it looks like it!" I grunted.

	"Mom has asthma," Heather explained.  "This weather..."  It was hard
for ME to breathe, given the humidity -- I understood the issue clearly.

	"Let's get her over to my place where the air conditioning dries the
air," I suggested.

	"No!" Jean argued.  "I'll be fine!"

	"What exactly are you trying to prove?" I asked.

	"I don't need you!" she panted.  "WE don't need you!  We can't pay
the price..."

	"What price?"

	"Heather..."

	"Oh, Mom!" Heather erupted.  "Are you nuts?  You act like it's murder
or something!"

	"It's yours!" Jean panted, "Not his!"

	I sighed.  "Nobody ever said it was..."

	Jean turned on me, "You can't just... bully... young girls!" she
panted.

	"I don't," I replied.  "I bully YOU -- because you are no longer
young but you ARE silly and stubborn!  Where is your inhaler?"

	"Not going!"

	"Mom!  Forget it!  It's a dead issue!" Heather erupted.  "Don't hurt
yourself -- you're not accomplishing anything!"

	"I can stop him..."

	"Not, you can't, Mom -- you can't prevent something that's already
happened!"

	"What?"

	"We did it -- last night," Heather explained.

	"Damn you!" Jean turned to me, furious.

	"Mom!  I went to HIM!  I ASKED!  He told me -- at least twice -- that
I didn't have to do ANYTHING!"

	"But you did!  He coerced you!" Jean ranted.

	"Mom!  He did no such thing!  Tell her, Amy!" Heather snapped.

	"I was there when she decided to do it," Amy informed Jean.  "I was
there when she did it.  I got impatient with her and Cletus told me to mind
my own business -- that it was Heather's call and he wouldn't do a damned
thing to please ME!"

	"It's still..." Jean covered her face.

	"It was wonderful, Mom!  Why must you get all up in arms about
things?  Cletus would never hurt me -- and he didn't!  He did just the
opposite, in fact!  Why do you insist on painting everything he does black?"

	"Where is your inhaler?" I demanded.

	"There."  Jean pointed at a drawer in the coffee table without
uncovering her face.

	"Do you use or take anything else?"

	"No."

	"Fine.  Get it," I told Heather.  I picked Jean up; she struggled
weakly.

	"No!" she protested.

	"Shut up."  I headed for the door with her in my arms.  She wasn't a
feather, but she wasn't a hundred pound bag of cattle feed, either.  I
plodded across the back yards in the pouring rain, through my slider and up
the hall to my room, depositing her on my bed.  "Get your breath.  Somebody
watch her."  I went into the bathroom for a towel, dried myself off, then
carried it back into the bedroom to work on Jean.  "Help her out of those
clothes," I instructed Heather.

	"No!" Jean clutched her blouse to her.

	"Ever hear of pneumonia?" I asked.  "With your breathing problem,
it'd be a bitch.  Don't YOU be a bitch - get out of those clothes!"

	"You can't make me!"

	"The fuck I can't!"  I grabbed the front of her blouse and swept my
hand down it - and buttons went everywhere, despite her hands being in the
way.  Then I rolled her over on her stomach and proceeded to paddle her ass
while she gasped, "Oh!  OW!  No!  Please!  Ouch!  Stop!  Cletus!  Please!
Ow!"  I kept at it until she was bawling and had stopped resisting, then
rolled her on her back and undid the buttons on her jeans.  "Take the top," I
instructed Heather, who got up on the bed behind her mother and removed her
blouse and bra while I fought with her jeans and panties.  When we were done,
I covered Jean with a sheet, passed responsibility for her to Heather with a
wave, and walked out past Ed and Cindy, who'd been watching from the bedroom
door.

	I stomped into the kitchen, pulled a beer from the fridge and drank
down half of it before collapsing in a chair.  "Goddamn women!"  Cindy and
Karen both flinched.  I turned my glare on Joy, Gina, and Holly.  "When are
you three going home?"

	"When the rain lets up," Holly ventured.  Joy and Gina said nothing.

	"Well?" I rasped, eyeing them.

	"Our folks went to a convention for the weekend," Gina supplied.

	I eyed her and then shifted my gaze to the boys.  "Matching dog
collars and leashes.  Nipple rings.  Put a clover clamp on her clit and
she'll follow you anywhere." I pointed at Gina.  "Take 'em - shit, I don't
care!  Just get 'em out of my sight for a while!"

	The boys each took a Tabor girl by the wrist and led them downstairs.
Amy nodded to Holly, "Come on..." and led her out.  Ed pulled Cindy away...

	"Which left Karen.  "You're female," I growled.

	"Yes, Master."  She got out of there.  I spent the next half hour
parked on a kitchen chair trying to empty a six pack while I pretended I was
alone.

	I finished three; when they hit, I knew I'd be looped.  When I stood
up, the prophecy fulfilled itself - I almost fell.  I've never been a big
drinker.  Very carefully, I staggered up the hall to my bedroom.

	Jean was asleep; Heather sat on the bed watching her.  "I'm gonna
take a nap," I slurred, and climbed under the sheet beside Jean.  I went out
pretty quickly.

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	I woke up in a sandwich; I had Jean in front of me - and somehow my
left hand had gravitated to her left titty and my half-erect cock was in the
crack of her ass.  Then I had someone breathing softly on my neck; close
examination of the arm draped over me suggested it was Heather's.  I rolled
my eyes; Jean was already in the freak zone - didn't Heather have any sense
at all?  I disengaged my hand from Jean's pointed mound and made to withdraw
it - but a hand grabbed my wrist and dragged my hand back into contact.  In a
voice still breathy, Jean murmured, "How come I can't go three days without
someone rubbing my nose in what a fool I am?"

	I sighed.  "I can't answer that question - I've been asking it
regularly, myself."

	"When you did Holly, I knew it was going to happen," Jean said
softly.  "I even knew it was a good idea.  But..."  She shrugged.

	"She's still your daughter."

	Jean nodded.  "I couldn't get around that."  She was quiet for a
moment, then said, "Last night?"  Her tone added, 'How did you manage that?'

	"I had nothing to do with the scheduling," I replied.  "I was
watching TV, right here in this bed, bothering no one..."

	"It was time - that's all," Heather murmured over my shoulder.  "It
had been coming for days - since Kate.  It was just a matter of time."

	Jean stiffened initially, but by the end of it, she was relaxed
again.  Without turning her head, she asked her daughter, "Are we going to
have to share?"

	I felt Heather shrug.  "Sometimes."

	"I won't..." Jean pinched it off there, but we knew what she was
going to say.

	Heather's response was, "Good!  Ewwww!"  There would be no
intergenerational girl play in the Cantrell family, which was fine with me.

	"What time is it?" I asked.

	Jean had a view of the clock.  "About eight."

	"What's everyone doing?"

	"I've been here," Jean said simply.

	"TV or whatever," Heather shrugged.  "Karen and Kate are running
things, I think."

	"What did you do?" Jean asked, "You smell like a brewery!"

	"I was pissed," I replied.  "Things had gotten out of hand one time
too often and I couldn't rant and rave in peace, so I got rapidly drunk.  It
was really childish, I know, but I don't have any privacy any more.  I
chugged some beers, came in here, and passed out."

	"How do you feel?" Jean asked, chuckling.

	"I need a leak, a bottle of water, and a half a dozen ibuprofen," I
sighed.  "It was stupid."

	Heather giggled.  "No sex?"

	"Nothing that raises my blood pressure - the top of my head might
come off!"  Both of them laughed.  "Move, Heather," I directed, then I
squeezed and released Jean's titty while kissing her neck and backed out from
behind her.  Jean purred a little; apparently she was usually receptive AFTER
she had one of her attacks of insanity.  I got up and headed into the
bathroom to drain my bladder and collect some drugs, then headed out to see
what everyone else was doing.

	There were pizza boxes in the kitchen (surprise, surprise!)  I
collected a bottle of water from the refrigerator - which was stocked, so
someone must have been keeping up with it - and medicated myself.  Looking
out the slider, I could see that the rain had finally let up - but there was
a lot of steamy-looking ground fog present.

	Everybody - Joy, Gina, Kate, Amy, Holly, Michael, Pete - even Cindy,
Karen and Ed - was in the TV room, watching some movie.  Everyone was naked,
but nobody was doing much about it; I guess even teenagers forget about sex
occasionally.  I stepped in and got a general wave from everyone - and I
noticed that both Tabor girls were wearing dog collars from my collection
downstairs.  They were sitting on the floor in front of the couch, each
between the legs of their new significant other, caressing a hairy calf or
whatever, looking as happy as clams.  In public, they would probably be
humiliated, but here in the presence of those who knew, they were wearing
their little items of decoration with a certain pride; the collars were a
clear indication that they belonged to someone.  I smiled to myself; they
weren't wedding rings or anything, but they served the same purpose.  "You
should get them little nameplates," I told the boys.  The girls looked a
little bothered, so I reassured them, "You girls look marvelous!"  Joy
giggled and modeled her collar, posing.  Turning to Karen, I added, "I should
have collared you days ago."  She ducked her head and blushed; it was exactly
what she wanted to hear.

	Karen got up from where she was sitting on the floor with her
daughter and Amy, "Can I get you anything, Master?"

	"I'm hung over," I replied, "but I'm medicated.  I'm going back and
lie down for a while.  You guys try not to tear the place up."  I waved at Ed
and Cindy; Ed was parked in a chair and Cindy was parked in front of it just
like the Tabor girls were in front of the boys on the couch.  Male dominance
was clearly established in THIS household...  "Cindy needs a collar, too -
we'll have to go out and pick up some more."  Cindy blushed and started
studying the carpet; I grinned and headed back to the bedroom.

	Jean was again asleep, but breathing better.  Heather got up to let
me in, then crawled back in behind me and started fondling my cock.  "Later,
Babe," I whispered, "The pills haven't taken effect yet."

	Heather sighed, "All right," and I relaxed and drifted off.

	I woke up to the feel of lips sliding up and down my cock.  It felt
late - but not early.  Jean wasn't between me and the clock, so I could see
the time - around midnight.  It wasn't totally dark -- there was light coming
in from the hallway - so I could see my fellatrix.  I got a surprise - it was
Jean!  Heather knelt nearby; I heard her mutter, "Karen just sucks it right
down..."

	Jean popped off to reply, "So does Holly."  Then she looked up at my
face and added, "Hi..." shyly.

	"You're doing fine," I told her.  "Don't do anything that will
interfere with your breathing."  What I DIDN'T ask was 'Why are you sucking
my dick?'

	"I'm just warming it up," Jean muttered, not looking at me.  "If you
don't mind, I'd like to put it where it belongs."

	"Sounds like an idea whose time has come," I agreed.

	I thought she was going to climb on top and ride cowgirl, but she
slid up beside me and rolled onto her back.  "Fuck me, Cletus.  Don't give me
any quarter.  Remind me what it's like..."  She didn't finish - but I decided
I didn't need to know.  I carried her knees on my shoulders and sent my cock
questing for her wet spot, found it, and sheathed myself in her.  That done,
I did exactly as she asked - I found a rhythm and proceeded to dance disco in
her pussy.  I wasn't particularly solicitous of her needs, and I didn't wait
for her to get off - I just put the hammer down in her, trying to nail her to
the mattress.  As it turned out, all I needed to worry about was where her
hands were; the first time she graduated from, "Gah!" and "Guh!" to "OOH,
GAAAWD!!!" and her belly fluttered -- inside and out -- she raked my back
with her fingernails and it STUNG!  After that, I grabbed her hands when she
got agitated.  The third time she lit off, I locked up and hosed her cervix
while I tried to grind her clit off with my pubic bone, then I slid my cock
in and out a couple of times, enjoying the feel of her hot clasp on my
thoroughly enervated shaft.  Finally, I let her legs drop off my shoulders
and flopped over next to her, yelling "Next!"

	I got applause; Ed and Cindy were in the doorway, watching.  Jean
chose to ignore them, snuggling up to me.  "Next time I get stupid, treat me
like Karen," she husked.  "Backhand me across the mouth, toss me over the
nearest piece of furniture, and do that to me.  Eventually, I'll either learn
better or act up just to get the sex..."

	I chuckled.  "That isn't EXACTLY what I would do to Karen - but it
might work for you!"

	"It'll work - trust me."  Jean smiled tentatively.  I leaned in and
slipped her the tongue for a while and she cuddled right up.

	When I broke the kiss, Ed and Cindy were still there.  Ed asked, "Can
we play, too?"  I drew breath to answer, but before I got anything out, he
popped Cindy on the butt and said, "Go suck the goo out of her."

	Cindy didn't argue; before Jean got farther than "I, uh..." Cindy was
between her legs and zeroing in.  Jean's eyes popped as Cindy hit paydirt.  I
chuckled and decided to allow it, cradling Jean's face and telling her,
"Relax, let it happen."

	Then I got my second surprise.  Another set of knees hit the bed and
my cock was suddenly surrounded by something warm and wet - and Heather, from
off-side, exclaimed "Oh, wow!"  I looked down to find Ed cleaning me!   I
couldn't think of anything intelligent to say, so I just rolled my eyes and
went back to kissing Jean.

I was hard again and Jean was running hot fairly quickly.  I whispered, "Ed?"
Jean hesitated, then nodded.  "Okay, we're changing up," I announced, looking
down at Ed.  "Cindy, roll left."  Cindy looked up and did as she was bid; I
beckoned her up on my left, and nodded to Ed, then Jean.  Ed nodded and
crawled up over Jean as I rolled onto Cindy.  I hoisted Cindy's legs over my
elbows and looked to my right at where Heather stood there.  "We're going to
be busy for a bit, Honey."

Heather grimaced.  "They cut the line."

I pursed my lips.  "Tomorrow is another day."

Heather nodded.  "I'll be in Kate's room."

I nodded and finished mounting Cindy.

I lasted a good eight or ten minutes longer than Ed - probably because I was
just coming off riding Jean.  Fortunately, Jean was warmed up and the whole
thing was kinky to her, so she got off at least once before Ed spooged her.
Cindy didn't suffer - she squawked and squealed and had a gay old time riding
my dick. As for me, it was more work than fun - not that it WASN'T fun!  I'd
just had so much pussy in the last few days that it wasn't as exciting as it
could have been.  Maybe that seems strange, but I was getting a regular diet
and having my balls totally drained on a daily basis - which is unusual, to
say the least!  So, if I may be forgiven for admitting that fucking Cindy was
more of a chore than it might have been, I'll attempt to ameliorate it by
admitting that getting my rocks off in her WAS satisfying and when I finished
up I thoroughly intended to visit her pussy again on some future date.

Meanwhile, Ed scooted down and sucked his jizz out of Jean; apparently he
loved the stuff.  I can take it or leave it - it's your reward for a job well
done when cock sucking, and I don't let it get in my way when I'm kissing
someone who has blown me, but cum varies in taste and texture and it isn't
all good, from my point of view.  Mixing it with pussy juice is probably an
improvement -- I developed a taste for THAT long since - but Ed seemed to be
indulging a long-suppressed craving.  When I finished in Cindy, I got the
Hell out of the way so he could felch his wife - but he cleaned me up first.
I decided that made sense when I thought about it.  Jean and I watched him
vacuum Cindy out, bemused, then I gently suggested that the two of them shift
to another room.

"That's okay," Ed replied, "I think we'll go home now.  Come on Cindy."  He
pulled her up and I escorted them to the door, where they put on their light
clothing and prepared to depart.  Cindy hugged me first, then Ed, and they
slipped out into the unlit front yard.  I got an update on the weather when I
stepped out onto the porch; it was still muggy, but nowhere near as hot -
maybe mid-seventies.

After that, I went around to check on everyone else.  Amy, Holly, and Karen
were asleep in the TV room - with the TV still going.  I crept downstairs to
find the boys and Joy and Gina in some kind of sandwich with the girls in the
middle on the sofa-bed - ALSO asleep.  There was a porn video scene page up
on the TV and Gina was sleeping with her head at everyone else's feet, so I
was willing to bet they'd had a little fun before going to sleep.

Kate was with Heather in Kate's room - it looked like Kate arrived after
Heather dropped off to sleep and just climbed in.  That accounted for
everyone, so I went back to my own bed and crawled in next to Jean.  "Is
everyone okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, all fine..."

"Ed... seemed to be very..."

"Bisexual?" I finished for her.

"Yes."

"Get used to it," I warned her.  "It isn't unusual around here.  In fact, I'm
not sure there is anyone in the house who hasn't played same sex games
lately."

"Michael hasn't," Jean posited.

"Guess again," I corrected her.

"WHAT?"

"Michael has done SOMETHING - giving or receiving - with every other male
here.  Mostly, it's oral, but he might have fucked Pete by now."

"B-but - he's not gay!"

"No, he isn't," I agreed.  "He's not interested in giving up any ass and he's
definitely primarily focused on girls - but he's not afraid of a dick."

"Did YOU cause this?" Jean accused.

"I may have facilitated it, but the boys found their own way," I replied.
"Homosexual experimentation and discovery is almost as prevalent among boys
as it is girls - and would be more so except for the stigma attached.  And it
is no more damaging to a boy to suck a dick than it is for you to stick your
tongue in a twat.  Basic orientations aren't going to change dramatically
because of it.  Are you a lesbian?"

"No!"

"Michael isn't gay.  Let's not have another confrontation; I can backhand
you, but I don't think I can fuck right now."

That brought a rueful smile.  "Well..."

"If you can't accept it, ignore it," I told her.  "He's not going to rub your
nose in it - it's very personal.  Besides, he's got Gina."

"Then it's okay?"

"It's fine," I assured her.  "Maybe I should have sucked Ed's dick."

"Cletus!  Don't tease me!"

"Honey, you just don't get it.  I've sucked Michael's dick - and he's sucked
mine.  And it's no big thing, because both of us will do girls by preference.
But I'm bisexual - and Pete could go either way when it comes to primary
orientation, but I think girls will come out on top."

"Pete?"

"Pete was being pushed that direction," I informed Jean.  "His mother and his
sister were pushing gay behavior patterns on him because if he was gay, they
were safe from him, sexually.  His peers more or less assume that he is.
It's going to be a real eye-opener for his peers when he shows up with Joy
when school starts."

"But he's not?"

"I think he's a true bisexual," I opined.  "I think he can have a
relationship with a girl or a guy.  It's not clear which is his preference -
even to him - yet."  I eyed her.  "You weren't here for his anal coming-out
party the other day, and apparently everyone decided that given how excited
you can get about such things, it really wasn't a good idea to bother you
with the whole thing.  Actually, now that I think about it, I'm breaching his
privacy telling you."

"Well, you did," Jean grunted.  "Anal coming-out party?"

"Meaning he gave up his anal cherry," I explained.

"And who did that?"

"I did."  I eyed her.  "It was in response to the same kind of request that
I've gotten from all of the younger generation girls.  I didn't trick him or
stick him over a couch arm and hold him down - he came and asked for it,
specifically.  He wanted it out of the way so he could try out... someone
else."

"Michael?" Jean asked.

"No.  Ed, actually."

"Whew!"

I got a bit irritated.  "No doubt Michael will get some, too - he may have,
already."

"Cletus!"

"Well, you pissed me off!  This isn't that awful!  Besides, I've already
warned Pete that Michael might not want to go there and I've already warned
Michael that Pete might ask - and it's okay for him to refuse, but he
shouldn't be nasty about it," I ranted.  "You need to either accept this, or
ignore it - but if you stick your oar in and stir things up, you will
embarrass the boys at a minimum, and might cause things to go in a direction
you don't want them to at worst.  You KNOW how teenagers tend to head the
opposite direction from where you're trying to lead them!  They're like
herding cats!  If you climb all over him and get upset, he'll get defensive.
Similarly, if you forbid him to see Pete, that won't be good - besides, I'm
still around, and so is Ed; he won't be safe.  Hell, he wouldn't be, anyway -
you can't protect him from every bi-curious male in the world!  You wouldn't
even be able to identify them!"

"I - Okay, you're right - I'm just surprised, that's all," Jean sighed.

"It's really no different than what Heather and Kate are doing - and we more
or less facilitated that!" I pointed out.

"More or less?" Jean chuckled, "And include me OUT!  I wasn't trying to set
up a lesbian orgy!"

"Yeah, yeah..." I laughed.  "Fine.  Let's get some sleep."  Jean cuddled up
and I spooned against her and we both drifted off.

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Sunday, things finally cooled off some - well, into the mid-eighties.
Frankly, I don't LIKE the mid-eighties, but when you compared it with 105
degrees, it seemed downright balmy!  My heat pump actually stopped running
for a bit in the morning - for the first time in days!

Amy went home - apparently there wasn't enough male entertainment - or there
was too much competition for the existing supply, anyway.  I had to agree
with her - I knew that I'd been over-allocated all weekend thus far.  Karen
and Kate took Holly home during the late morning - and I think every male in
the place breathed a sigh of relief.  Holly needed two young studs - maybe
three - once she got going.  It was now clear that lesbian sex had been
merely an attempt to keep her libido under control, not a lifestyle choice
for Holly.

The Tabor sisters clearly weren't going anywhere; Gina had apparently sold
her parents on the idea that they were safer at my house where there were
adults around than if they stayed home alone, so the announced intent of the
pair was to stay until midday Monday.  Basically, that meant the boys had a
pair of collared slave girls to play with twenty-four hours a day.  They were
cute - I had to give them that; generally, they knelt at Pete and Michael's
feet, and watching them beam any time their men reached down to cop a feel
tended to brighten one's morning.  Even Jean commented on it as we sat taking
coffee in the kitchen about ten o'clock, "Who'd have thought they would be so
happy to be mauled like that?"

I chuckled.  "It's attention, Sweetheart.  They're getting more male
attention than either of them has managed thus far in their young lives - and
the price they're paying for it doesn't appear to be too onerous to support."
I leaned closer to her and whispered, "You like having your titties played
with, don't you?"

She swatted me, of course.  "Cletus!"

"Answer the question!"

"Well, yes.  Not all of the time, maybe."

"Well, you're not used to it," I argued.  "They aren't, either - which is one
reason they're enjoying it so much - but if they get used to it, that will be
just another bond between them and the boys.  They'll be looking for it - in
public - and that's a sign of possession that others will pick up."

"There are times when it's appropriate..." Jean began.

"Any time it's desired, it's appropriate," I replied.  "If I pat your ass in
the grocery store, what does it tell the other men present?"

"That you have a right to be familiar with me?"

"Exactly," I nodded.  "And if you tolerate it - or even invite it - while
you're bent over digging through the hamburger, it says you're a hot little
bitch and you don't give a fuck who knows it!  Is my rubbing your ass a major
distraction?"

"Well, no..."

"Is it pleasant?"

"Yeah, I guess..."

"Well, then..." I smiled.

"It's... rude..." Jean frowned.

"It's rude if I don't know you," I argued.  "It's downright assault if I play
with your ass and we don't know one another.  But if I can do it in private,
I should be able to do it in public."

"It's... humiliating."

"Is it?"  I turned to Joy.  "Honey, would you let Pete play with your ass in
public?  Say, in the grocery store?"

Joy blinked - and the look on her face said, 'Why are you asking such a
stupid question?'  "Yes."

"Would you be humiliated?"

"No.  Well, maybe a little, depending on what he did.  But..."  The look on
Joy's face said volumes.

"See?" I told Jean.  "You're hung up on what others might think - and what
Mrs. Grundy - who doesn't get laid - considers decent.  Joy, on the other
hand, would accept that VERY public attention and the affirmation of
ownership it implies gladly."  I turned to Gina.  "If you were wearing a cut-
off T-shirt and no bra, and Michael reached underneath to fondle your breast,
how would you feel?"

Gina blushed.  "I'd be... very excited."

"Wouldn't you be humiliated?" Jean asked.

"Yes, but... I think it would just add to things."

I chuckled.  "I KNOW it would!"  I turned to Jean.  "You would feel the same
thing, but you would suppress it because you've been led to believe that it
isn't proper behavior.  So it would be godawful, and the arousal - and the
guilt you would feel for having been aroused - would be fed back into your
humiliation and outrage."  I shrugged.  "It's a programmed response -
something you've seen and believe is acceptable behavior - and it supports
your need for independence.  The girls don't need to be independent; in fact,
they don't WANT to be independent.  They want to be VERY dependent - don't
you, girls?"  I got big-eyed nods from both.  "See?"

"What about Karen?" Jean asked.  "She's older..."

I laughed.  "And she would kneel up naked at my feet in the supermarket
checkout and look around proudly at everyone taking in the display, if we
could keep from being arrested!  You weren't with us when we went shopping
the other day!"  I shook my head.  "Karen has Holly's libido - and she's been
hiding it for a long time.  Despite what you think, she's freer than she's
been in a decade.  She needs a man - Hell, she needs MEN - to keep her happy.
She wants every male everywhere to know that she's a sexy thing - and for the
first time in a long time, she's being allowed to advertise!"

"Oh..."  Jean looked uncomfortable.

"You're just different," I told her.  "You're closer to the current ideal -
the female drone who does everything a man can do.  Personally, I think it's
a stupid ideal - and it shows in your case, because you have needs and they
haven't been taken care of - but I'm not going to try to break you and
rebuild you into a slut.  That would ruin your personality.  We're going to
operate at a different level - but you should be aware that Karen - and to a
lesser extent, Kate - has different goals."

"What about Heather?" Jean glanced at her daughter, who was present,
listening.

"I'm hoping for a less hung-up version of you," I replied, "and I think she's
on track.  She'll be better integrated, and will be looking for a partner,
not a master - but she'll make allowances for her sexuality, not try to sweep
it under the rug."

Jean glared at me, of course, but didn't argue.  Heather just smiled - but
turned her head to hide it from her mother.

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