Keywords: M/F anal, oral, inc.
Author: W R Jenkins
Title: Widower's Lament

  Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal.
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and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this 
stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral 
climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. 
They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be 
pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so
we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, 
despair or humiliation. End Sermon.

	Widower's Lament (widower.txt)- Tommy Tupper doesn't 
sing for his supper. That's Tommy Tucker. Tommy Tupper screws his 
daughter, but it was her idea. Really. It's not just an excuse in this 
case. Heather has wanted him all her life. Tommy never knew how 
badly. M/F, oral, anal, inc.


	Tom Tupper couldn't look at those knees without remembering
them all knobbly and always with at least one scab. Now they were 
smooth and only a bit red from where Heather had been on her knees 
in front of him.

	His gaze travelled down a smooth and silky expanse of thigh
and came to the first stipple of curly hair. Beyond, it thickened into a
wild growth interrupted by the arrow-like pink of her clitoral hood
and down into the lips that seemed to part in desire- or was it hunger?

	How could he and Francine have made such a child? It was
nothing like her pussy, which had been shy and hard to coax from the tight
fold. Heather's was prominent, growing out and demanding attention.

	"Put it in now! I'm ready for you. I've been waiting years for
this, Daddy," Heather prompted him.

	He shouldn't. He should have been stronger when Heather
grabbed his cock and refused to let go. He should have thought of 
something, but he hadn't. Heather was crazy with grief and he didn't know
how to fix that.

	His hesitation was all she needed to get his cock out and into
her mouth. Then it didn't seem so urgent. She'd committed the trespass
- and it felt so good. He was grieving too. By that time it was too
late.

	"Now, Daddy, now!" Heather urged. "I want it now!"

	He'd always spoiled her. He felt helpless when she begged like
that. He was also horny, he admitted as he moved forward and let his
cock sink into his daughter. It would console them, he thought lamely.

	"All of it, Daddy! I want all of it!" Heather said in pitch perfect
spoiled little girl voice as his cock sank into the forbidden territory.
"Give me all your big Daddy cock!"

	"I'm sorry you miss your mommy, Honey," Tom said as he fucked
her.

	"Mommy? Forget her and fuck me!" Heather grunted. "You're with
me! Don't think of anyone else!"

	Tom wasn't and it was so wrong. He had less and less to feed his
illusion as Heather squirmed under him and he felt her tight pussy 
grab at his plunging cock. He wanted to fuck her. Deep down he had 
wanted to fuck her since she had become the sexy young woman she was.

	He set aside his guilt and recriminations when Heather began to
pant. It was replaced by pride in his ability to make her speechless.
Daddy's not bad for an old guy, is he? Tom thought as he stroked his
cock into her. The old guy knows how to fuck, doesn't he? Tom stabbed
his cock into his daughter with more vigor.

	"Harder, Daddy, harder! Make me feel it way up inside!" Heather
begged as Tom became more animated.

	Tom wasn't thinking of Franny at all as he came to the short
strokes and pounded against their little girl. He was only thinking of
the load building in his balls and the streak of lightning when it
would burst out and pump his daughter full of his cum.

-----

	It was an abberation, Tom told himself firmly. He had been thrown
into confusion by the tragic death of his wife and been unprepared to
deal with Heather's attack. He'd tell her in no uncertain terms that
they couldn't - next time.

	He was comforted by the self-deception he'd solved the problem.
The comfort lasted until he met Detective Familia.

	"I thought it was an accident," Tom said.

	"Mystery accident, the one vehicle crash," Familia said. "It's
just routine. Now Mrs. Francine Tupper leaves you and... Heather?"

	"Yes, me and my daughter," Tom said, wincing inwardly at how that
sounded to his guilty ears.

	"And Mrs. Tupper was the main source of income in the family?"
the detective asked.

	Tom looked at her blandly. It was no secret. It wasn't even the 
source of any dissent. Tom was middle management and Franny was the
head of the accounting division. She made nearly three times his
salary.

	"Franny - Mrs. Tupper was the head of a division," Tom said. "She
made a lot more than I do."

	"Then that explains insuring her for 2 million," Detective
Familia said as a question.

	"We went with Bill's recommendation," Tom said. "Bill Alexander,
you can ask him how he figured it. He said 2 mil and Franny thought it
was about right."

	"Don't be nervous," Familia said, although Tom didn't think he
had been, "It's just routine. This is just an inquiry. We don't know
what happened and, as a cop, that bothers me. Now, Heather. Is she
sexually active?"

	Tom reacted to the sudden shift. He looked at Familia closely.

	"Well, she's 17, in a couple of months anyway," Tom said. "I
guess she probably is. You know kids these days."

	"You suspect anyone in particular?" Familia asked.

	"I don't know anything for sure," Tom back-pedaled. "There's been
boys she's seen steadily, I don't think anyone goes steady anymore, I
assume she's experimented."

	"You make it sound like drugs," Familia said. "Does Heather use
drugs?"

	"Not that I know of. I mean, no," Tom said. "Heather is a good
kid. And she's not failing school or staying out all night. Why all the
questions about Heather?"

	"Just routine," Familia said automatically. "Just trying to find
if there's any reason Mrs. Tupper would drive off the road on her
own."

	"We are - were a very happy family," Tom said with heat. "There's
no reason for Franny to do anything like that. I thought it was an
accident. I was told it was an accident."

	"We're just checking," Familia said again. "While we're checking
we won't find someone else in the equation, will we? It would be better
if you told me rather than me finding out later."

	"There's no one. I never cheated on Franny..." Tom said, silently 
adding, 'while she was alive'.

	"Well, here's my card," Familia held it out and seemed to
hesitate.

	If you think of anything else wasn't appropriate in the
situation. It wasn't supposed to be an interrogation. The official
story was still a mysterious crash. It was inevitable that her
questions would arouse suspicion, but she didn't want to tip her hand.

	"If you need to talk... or anything," she added lamely.

	"Any time? Day or night?" Tom asked, sensing her awkwardness.

	Regina Familia looked Tom over. If he wasn't a suspect, she might
be interested. It was hard meeting men in her line of work. Other cops
were always a disaster. She wasn't going to tip her hand. She smiled.

	"Day or night," she confirmed. "That's the precinct. They'll know
where to forward the call."

	Feeling she had put it all back on a professional level, Familia
ended the conversation with a tip of her head.

	Tom found Heather perched at the top of the stairs. It was
obvious she was curious about the interview.

	"What did the cop lady want?" Heather asked.

	"Just routine questions," Tom assured her. "She said there's
unanswered questions, but I don't have the answers either."

	"Of course not. You don't know anything about it," Heather said.
"You think they'd give you time to grieve."

	"Now, now, don't make too much of it. Just routine, she said
so," Tom explained.

	"But she gave you her card," Heather observed.

	"Oh, that," Tom chuckled. "I think that's routine too. I got the
feeling she didn't mean to, but it's a habit."

	"Well, it better be!" Heather said with venom.

-----

	"I can't believe you think I'm sexually active," Heather laughed
as she looked down into Tom's eyes.

	They'd done it again and if Heather didn't stop squirming on top
of him he might do it another time. He was weak. That was the only
explanation.

	"I understand most girls your age are," Tom said.

	"Not like me," Heather gloated, "but you wouldn't know that and
you'd think I was pure because parents are always like that."

	"In denial?" Tom asked.

	That was where Tom was. He was in denial about his attraction to
his daughter. He was finding it harder and harder to explain how she
could so easily overcome his resolve and make him abandon his
resolution. He should just say no, but here he was, in bed with Heather
again.  

	"Except for you, Daddy," Heather whispered in his ear, her hot 
breath tickling and making him snicker. "I'm only sexually active with
you to soothe the pain of the loss."

	Tom told himself he was about to say something, but that was only
because Heather slipped down before he spoke and it gave him an excuse.
He was genuinely agitated as she moved lower, but he still didn't
speak.

	He knew what she was doing. He couldn't hide in ignorance. She
felt his cock responding and was going down to pay her respects - her
oral respects.

	Tom couldn't deny the mix of trepidation and curiosity as
Heather's face approached his groin. He shouldn't... but how did she do
it? Was she good? Had she learned tricks her mother never knew?

	She didn't need to. Tom found it was more than enough to see the
covers moving over her head as she took his cock into her mouth and
moved up and down on it. The sight rivaled the feeling of her wet mouth
on his cock, which was remarkable in itself.

	It was easier to know Heather was under there, sucking his cock,
than it would have been to see it. It was precisely the kind of
deniability that made her so hard to resist.

	It was like a fantasy - that was it. He could pretend she was
sucking his cock, even if she really was. It was confusing and Tom
found it easier to lay back and stop thinking. It was a great blow-job.
He should enjoy it and worry later.

	It helped that she made him want it so much. She had the one
indispensable trait of a great cocksuker: she was devoted to his
pleasure. It kept Tom from rehashing how weakly he had resisted when
Heather walked into his room and began running her hands over him under
his shirt.

	But there again she was behind him. He didn't have to look into 
her eyes and see the lust there. She was a fantasy. Tom gripped his
excuse like a drowning man. That was how she got control of his cock
and thereby control of him.

	He knew it was wrong, but he needed it (another excuse). They
were both grieving and it sometimes came out that way. It shouldn't,
but... 

	If he was going to resist Heather, he would have the first time.
He knew it, but some part of him felt the need to justify. A deeper and
obviously more powerful part let him grasp for excuses, knowing he
was going to give in.

	Heather was pretty and very sexy. If she wasn't his daughter he'd
have unconflicted fantasies about her. That would be wrong as well
since she was so young, but...

	Tom stopped waffling when he turned and looked at Heather. He
closed his eyes and kissed her. He closed his eyes every time he felt
the guilt. His body kept making love to her.

	All right. He was horrible. Tom couldn't take being pulled in two
directions. He was thinking clearly now. Whatever it meant that he was
having sex with his daughter, it didn't make any difference. He'd
fucked her twice and shot a load into her greedy mouth as she'd sucked
him off under the covers.

	None of his high moral pretense had prevented it. He wanted it
however evil it made him. He was going to keep on, so he might as well
come to terms with that and stop the excuses. It wasn't like Heather 
was unwilling. It was her idea.

-----

	"Your girlfriend was around school asking questions. What is up
with that?" Heather asked when she came home from school.

	"I don't have a girlfriend," Tom said automatically, "You mean 
that police detective?"

	"The one that said 'call me any time'," Heather said, making the
quote breathy and seductive.

	"She didn't say it like that and I told you, I think she handed
me the card out of habit and then had to say something," Tom reminded
Heather. "It's the police station anyway."

	"Well, I don't like it. Everyone's looking at me like I'm a
criminal now," Heather pouted.

	"You want me to call her and ask what she wants?" Tom offered.

	"Would you?" Heather was enthusiastic. "Find out why she's asking
all the questions. I bet she'll tell you."

	"Detective Familia? Please hold." the person on the phone sounded
singularly disinterested in the call.

	"Detective Familia. How can I help you, Tom," her voice sounded
businesslike, but Tom reacted with a shudder.

	Caller ID, of course she knew who he was, but that seemed more
significant talking to a cop. Tom had nothing to hide, but he was
nervous innocence might not be enough.

	"Heather said you were asking questions and I wondered what that
was about," Tom said guilessly.

	"We could meet to talk about it. You know Shorties? Could you
meet me there in, say, an hour?" Familia said.

	"Where are you going?" Heather asked.

	"Got a date with a cop," Tom smiled.

	"A date?!?" Heather snarled.

	"I'm joking. She's going to explain what she's after," Tom said
to soothe Heather. "She wants to meet at Shorties."

	Tom found out nothing - about Detective Familia's questions.
Instead, he found himself happily tipsy after trying to keep up with 
her and in no condition to drive. Detective Familia drove that point
home by threatening to arrest him if he got behind the wheel.

	She offered to drive him. That turned into offering to drive him
to his car in the morning.

	He vaguely remembered her telling him to sleep it off and then
realizing she was next to him, naked. He wasn't too drunk to perform,
but he remembered being handcuffed to the bed more plainly.

	"Just go with it. You can't get away.' She had assured him as she
sat over him and then sat on his cock. Tom wasn't sure why he'd want to
escape until Regina had made him ache with need and kept stopping
before he could cum.

	Then he pulled at the cuffs and tried to free himself to pull
her down and finish for himself.

	But even the frustration was worth it. Detective Familia was a
challenging lover. She was in shape and firm and hard except for where
it was more pleasing to be soft. She was very assured and made sure
Tom finally did enjoy himself as much as she enjoyed him.

	"Now relax," she told him in the morning. "It's routine like I
said. I don't sleep with suspects. No good cop does and I'm a good
cop."

	It sounded right and she had been good- in bed at least. Tom was
ready to chase Heather's fears away when he walked into a hornet's
nest. 

	"Where have you been all night?!?" Heather demanded, sounding
more like an angry wife than a daughter.

	"I was too drunk to drive home. I stayed with, uh... a friend,"
Tom said awkwardly, not used to lying.

	"You stayed with that cunt!" Heather accused. "You fucked that
bitch that's trying to ruin my life!"

	"She's not trying to ruin your life. She assured me it was just
routine," Tom said to appease Heather. 

	"Was that when you were in bed together?" Heather snapped.

	"Look honey, I know you miss your mother, but she's dead. She
would want us to move on," Tom said.

	Heather opened her mouth to retort and thought the better of it.
Instead, she slammed down the book in her hand and stormed off.

	Tom thought she'd cool down. That was not quite her reaction.

-----

	"You're not going to argue again, are you, Daddy?" Heather asked
when she came into his room.

	Cooling down had been an understatement. Heather had been icy.
When she deigned to notice him at all it was with a withering stare.
But, for motives he was yet to discover, Heather was acting as if none
of it had happened.

	She was dressed for bed in her usual nightshirt and fuzzy socks
as if the seductions hadn't happened either, but her words indicated
otherwise. Tom didn't trust her mood, but he was going to play it
straight and let Heather spring whatever she had planned on him.

	"I thought you were mad at me," Tom hedged his acceptance with 
a leading question.

	"Well, I guess if you were drunk you couldn't help yourself,"
Heather provided Tom with an excuse.

	That wasn't it at all, but Tom was willing to let it stand until
Heather was ready to deal with the facts. She had obviously come up
with an answer that satisfied her and Tom wasn't going to upset her
again.

	Hearing no argument, Heather walked into the room and went to
her mother's side of the bed. Tom watched with interest as she lifted
the nightshirt over her head and slipped between the covers naked-
except for the fuzzy socks.

	"Come to bed, Daddy," Heather invited with a mix of promise and
little girl voice that made a chill run up Tom's back.

	It was what he was doing. It was what he wanted. Clearly Heather
felt the same and it was a mutual need. Tom felt an eagerness
unencumbered by guilt that he hadn't before. He wanted her and it was
too late to take it all back now.

	"I want you to do something special tonight, Daddy," Heather
said in her small voice when he crawled into bed next to her.

	Tom smiled. He was way ahead of her. He knew how her mind worked.
She had him feeling uneasy and she was going to press her advantage.
His price for her forgivness would be paid under the covers, between
her legs.

	It was only right. She had given him a great blow-job that first
night and she seemed to love putting his cock in her mouth. He should
return the favor. He didn't know why she hadn't demanded it before.

	"All right, kitten," Tom said. "I don't mind being special for
you."

	"Good," Heather said, reaching for him. "Where are you going?"

	"Don't you want me to eat your, uh, pussy?" Tom asked as she
stopped his dive under the covers.

	"Oh Daddy, I'd love that, but it's not what I mean," Heather
informed Tom.

	"Then what?" Tom asked, mystified.

	"I want you to put it in my pooper," Heather said. "No one ever
has before because I didn't think I'd like it. But you... I know you'll
be gentle and kind and I really want to see what it's like."

	"Are you sure, baby?" Tom asked, no more sure himself.

	Objectively, with someone else, with anyone else, Tom would have
been eager, but he suspected Heather had some other motive. He was sure
she was doing it for him and he didn't think that was the right reason.

	"Don't be silly, Daddy. I wouldn't say it if I didn't want to
try," Heather got all giggly.

	Well, she seemed nervous enough, as in nervous excitement, and 
Heather wasn't really the sort to make sacrifices. Maybe she didn't
even know how special it was.

	That *was* silly. Of course someone would have told her. They 
would have made it the best argument, but she said she'd never. Maybe
she was being honest. Tom decided not to make it any more scary by
belaboring the point.

	"Well, it's going to take some time. You can't hurry these sorts
of things," Tom said philosophically.

	"See Daddy, that's why I want it to be you," Heather gushed. "You
know that stuff and I know you'll be nice."

	The rock-hard erection was no problem for Tom. Heather had
cleared his doubts and he was fairly vibrating with the anticipation of
invading her tight, virgin poop chute. His hand trembled a bit reaching
for the K-Y.

	"You'll have to turn over," Tom said, fighting to keep his voice
steady, "And we might as well get the covers out of the way."

	Heather didn't so much turn over as turn her back to Tom. She was
trying to seem as innocent as she could fabricate. She wasn't as virgin
as the mother of 12, particularly through the back door.

	She hoped her flinch seemed authentic when her father lifted her
butt cheek and put a cold finger on her asshole. She hadn't had that
advantage the first time and was asshole-clenching frightened on top
of it. She did her best to remember her feelings as her father greased
her asshole.

	She was too afraid of dangers she was yet to learn when she
gave herself to a boy named Gill in the eighth grade. She had absorbed that
sex was dangerous and terrible things could happen to her. But there
were two places down there and in her youthful ignornace she had asked
Gill to put it in her ass.

	Besides the fact none of her schoolmates thought she'd actually
do it, Gill's report that he put it in her pooper made her a star. It
came back to both haunt and deify her. It had been pure determination
and no pleasure at all to have Gill push his cock into her ass and it
was, as she discovered a year later, much worse than losing her
virginity, but it gave her a status she was proud of.

	It was fortunate she didn't discover her error for so long as it
gave her time to learn how to go about it. By the time she had yielded
her virginity, she was already the goal and dream of most boys which
elevated her to a position of emnity with many of her peers.

	As her daddy's finger went up her ass, Heather squirmed and
giggled. Her trip down memory lane had reminded her of another truth:
Boys no longer cared abut anything but her hole when they were
convinced she would let them fuck her in the ass.

	In that she was wrong about Tom. He took her 'innocent' reaction
to his finger as an encouraging sign. To him it meant there might be
a kind of sharing that was sick, but still certain to bring them
closer.

	"Do you want to stay like that? We can do it this way if you 
want," Tom asked.

	"I don't know, Daddy. You tell me. I've never done it before,"
(in this position) Heather added in her head.

	"Then try not to squirm away from me," Tom said as me moved
behind her on his side. "It might be hard to take at first, but it's
better to get it over with so it can get better."

	Her daddy was a pro. Heather would have said the same thing if
she wasn't pretending to be an ass virgin. It wasn't any better fast,
slow, medium. A cock going up her ass was better for being over. 
Otherwise it was the same. Only in her case, it was such a familiar
feeling she didn't mind any more.

	"That's good! Arch it up like that!" Tom praised as Heather moved
her ass back to him as he pressed.

	She was so eager. It was the only explanation he could imagine.
It made it seem less wrong to fuck his daughter in the ass. It also
made it easier and the last thing Tom wanted to do was hurt Heather.

	"Oh Daddy! I can feel it! It's so big in my ass!" Heather
announced glowingly as Tom's cock popped inside her asshole.

	"It's not too big, is it? I don't want to hurt you," Tom asked
in concern.

	"Oh no - ah, don't take it out! You'd have to put it in again and
I don't think that's better!" Heather scrambled for an excuse an ass
virgin might use.

	She'd go easy on the whole 'it's so big and ripping me up' thing
most boys liked. Her daddy was having a different experience and
Heather decided to listen to what he said and agree.

	"Now tell me if I'm too rough," Tom said as he eased deeper into
his daughter's asshole.

	"Oh no. It's good now," Heather said. "I think the bad part's
over and that wasn't so bad."

	Tom thought she was lying, but he had the wrong lie. He thought
it was harder than she admitted and she was being brave. But she wanted
to be brave for him, he told himself and pushed in until he was pressed
against the firm curves of Heather's ass.

	"Now you'll get used to it and it will be better," Tom said what
he hoped was true.

	"It's all right now, Daddy," Heather purred. "It feels like
you're even more inside me than normal. I feel so close to you right
now."

	She wasn't Daddy's little girl for nothing. She knew how to spin
the feeling so he'd see it as some romantic thing. And she wasn't
lying. It was all right. She'd adjusted while her father was slowly
pushing his cock up her ass.

	She predicted it was going to be pretty good, whoever it was for.
She even felt a tingle of naughtyness that she hardly ever felt any
more. She wasn't rocking some dumb jock's world. Her daddy had his cock
up her ass and that was dirty even for her.

	"Don't you have to move it or something?" Heather asked, having a
hard time telling him what to do while sounding innocent, "It's not so
bad, but it's big and I'm afraid it won't be so good forever."

	Now Tom was conflicted for sure. His urges told him to slam his
cock in her tight hole, but he didn't want to hurt Heather. He didn't
want her thinking bad things about him, either. He tried to go easy,
but that made Heather squirm even more.

	"It feels funny that way. Is it supposed to feel funny?" Heather
asked innocently. "It makes me feel like I have to poop."

	"I don't know how it's supposed to feel," Tom said helplessly.

	"Then harder... maybe," Heather hedged. "More eager or
something."

	Well, it couldn't be... But while Tom's father brain was
processing Heather's encouragement, his man cock was driving up his
daughter's ass with all the assurance of the conscienceless cock it
was.

	"Ohhhh, that's nice!" Heather scrambled Tom's father brain.

	It wasn't nice. It was heaven. Tom suspended his doubt to live
in the moment. Heather was responding appreciatively to his ravage of
her ass. He just went on until something changed.

	"Oh Daddy! Do it for me now! Squirt it in me!" Heather began to
beg.

	There was a disturbing edge to her pleas, but Tom was beyond
mercy. Heather sounded distressed but all Tom was capable of doing was
increasing his thrusts into her ass to get it over more quickly.

	It was just too good to resist. He had come too far to stop. He
pumped his hips at his daughter's ass and tried to ignore the dark
pleasure he seemed to get from her squirming.

	He just wanted it over- he told himself. It would be over for the
better- and quicker- if he just fucked her ass a little faster. It was
the best thing in the circumstances - he told himself.

	He was pleased with himself, uncomfortably pleased with his
decision to continue despite her obvious discomfort as he jammed hard
into Heather's ass and pressed to his full extent as the cum spurted
into her. Then he had second thoughts, but it was over.

	"Oh Daddy," Heather sighed. "I don't think I could have done that
with anyone but you!"

-----

	Tom smiled when he saw Regina. Then the corners of his mouth
dropped. He had fond memories but her presence brought a tickle of
doubt.

	"You're right. We've got you. Want to confess?" detective Familia
said lightly.

	"You told me it was an accident. Why are you still
investigating?" Tom asked.

	"Whoa! Investigating? Who said I'm investigating?" Regina asked
guilessly. "Maybe I wanted to see you again."

	He was being suspicious. Tom combed his thoughts. It was Heather
that had complained. She was the suspicious one. Detective Familia,
Regina, had been open with him and... more.

	Tom put it to the paranoia of youth. He smiled at Regina again.

-----

	"Damn it! It's the size of your dick, not me," Heather
complained. "You not going to get any deeper by fucking harder."

	"But you like it," gasped Butch as he slammed into her. "You like
it hard."

	"You don't even know the words slow and easy, do you?" Heather
grimaced as Butch drove his cock into her.

	"I think you're trying to piss me off so I really hurt you,"
Butch warned.

	"Oh yeah?" Heather was as defiant as she could manage while
panting, "I don't think you could do better."

	If he wasn't brutal he would be useless. Normally Heather
wouldn't have minded so much, might not have even noticed, but she'd
fucked Tom. She had a new standard Butch didn't understand, much less
had any chance of emulating.

	When he jerked his cock out of her and pulled on her thigh,
Heather had a feeling of relief.

	"Not without something from my purse," Heather said, reaching for
the purse as Butch turned her on her stomach, and then, "Not without
this."

	There was enough in the squeeze packet samples to leave a pool of
lotion between her ass cheeks over her asshole. It was more than she
needed before, but most of the others weren't as rough as Butch. It 
also would feed his delusion of ravage, she reasoned.

	"There!" Butch cried out in triumph as his cock went deep up her
ass with his first powerful thrust. "Now tell me you don't like it."

	It was exactly what he wanted, no matter that he couched it in
a dare. Heather knew what he really thought, but he was useful.

	"Let me jam something up your ass!" Heather countered. "See if
you like being ripped open and invaded."

	Her reward was another savage thrust as Butch punished her for
making him think about it. He was the plunderer, not the plundered.
Heather yelped as his cock drove into her ass. 

	It wasn't all pretended, but more than Butch knew. Her
ass was tougher and more accustomed. In the guise of suffering
more, Heather had succeeded in tricking Butch into making it better. 
His misunderstanding was another way Butch was useful.

-----

	Tom was conflicted and angry for himself for the conflict. It
was, had been and would be wrong to have sex with Heather. However he
had rationalized and whatever weakness he admitted, it was wrong.

	Ignoring for the moment the fallicies that led him to surrender,
there was no way the conclusions could be applied to prevent him from
seeking other relationships. As much as he shouldn't fuck his daughter,
it was twice as self-destructive to let that incestuous relationship
ruin his chances with Regina.

	Still it was like struggling with an unseen hand as Tom lifted
his finger to push the bell for Regina's apartment. It was
unreasonable, but Tom knew there would be unpleasant consequences 
when Heather found out. 

	Then the door opened and Tom decided he wouldn't be ruled
by his teen daughter. Regina looked nice. She had traded the broadcloth
shirt and tight black tailored coat and slacks for a soft blue sweater and
jeans. She looked relaxed and welcoming.

	"I'm still not very good a this," Regina said. "I'm not used to
having a life beside my job."

	"You look beautiful," Tom told her. "Now where would you like to
eat?"

	Tom realized he hadn't thought of it when Regina apologized.
Things had been moving far too fast and even the most basic emotions
had been de-railed by Heather's sudden lustful advances.

	"I guess we could say we were drunk, but still..." Regina said
back at her place over coffee. "I hope you didn't feel bad about the
last time. I only thought of it the morning after. Maybe we should go
slow right now."

	Why hadn't he thought of it the next morning? Because 
Heather was giving him the third degree and he was defending himself.
But Regina was right. Franny hadn't been gone two weeks and already
Tom was caught between two new women.

	Did Franny mean so little? Of course not. Perhaps it was grief
that drove him or the fear of the grief that would overwhelm him if he
thought of it. 

	Tom knew better. It was Heather's sudden attack that had driven
the reality from his mind. In some way he must have embraced the
distraction. That would explain how he found it so easy to give in.

	As far as Regina? She was innocent of everything but treating
him to a night of pleasure that he didn't need question. What was time
for anyway? Was he to waste it because he'd lost someone? He'd told
Heather Franny would want him to move on as an excuse, but wasn't it
the truth?

	"I guess I understand," Regina said sadly at his long pause.

	"No, I don't think you do," Tom said. "I was wondering why it
hadn't occurred to me and I think I know the answer. Everything has
been moving so fast it hasn't had time to sink in."

	"Then you should take the time," Regina suggested.

	"Why?" Tom asked. "I know Franny isn't coming back. It isn't
that. Don't you see? The only reason to hold back would be because I'm
not ready to move forward. But I am. Franny would want it. Does that
make me cold and unfeeling? Maybe, but, selfishly, I don't want to feel
it. If I can get past that, why shouldn't I?"

	"Because you'll resent me," Regina said flatly.

	"That's a risk I'm willing to take," Tom said, reaching for her.

	She'd caught herself now. Her gut said Tom had nothing to do
with Francine's death, but he'd aroused a suspicion. Was he a cold-blooded
killer and was she the next victim? 

	The cop in her laughed at the idea. He didn't know who he was
messing with. The woman in her shivered at the thought she was no more
than convenient cunt for a killer's comfort. She'd wanted more, thought
she'd found more. 

	Still, in every case her course was clear. What she discovered in
pillow talk might not be admissable, but it could lead to facts yet
undiscovered. She had to let things proceed and stay alert. She was
less comfortable than should be, but her agile mind found the solution.

	"Shouldn't I be handcuffed to the bed?" Tom joked.

	"Just grab on if you want to pretend," Regina lifted her head 
from his cock to reply. "In fact, you better because I'm not going to
make this easy on you."

	Handcuffing him was too dead on. Regina might feel safer, but
she had a sense Tom might be wary. He had to feel he had the power
if he was going to let something slip. She was going to do everything she
could to prompt that reaction.

	Tom grabbed the spokes of the headboard and held on. He had only
an inkling of the giddy torment in store for him. His hips surged
instinctively despite his resolve to lay still as Regina sucked his
cock. 

	He couldn't help it. She was driving him madder than she had with
her skillful hips. This time she could let him strain for the least bit
of stimulation and tease her tongue along the length of his throbbing 
shaft. 

	He let her play. He wanted to see what she would do. He was not
going to beg her to finish him. His hands pulled at the headboard as
her mouth descended again, relaxing with a tremor as his cock went
deep into her warm, moist mouth.

	His hips twitched in reflex as she licked his balls. His cock
swung pointlessly in the air, aching for her to suck it. Just when he
thought he could stand no more, her tongue slid snakelike up his cock
and she took the head in her mouth for a few more teasing sucks.

	"You want me to finish you?" Regina asked petulantly, her fingers
ringing his cock and stroking lightly, almost too lightly to feel.

	"No. Go on," gasped the ball of stored energy thrashing on her
bed.

	He wasn't going to give in. He was going to see how long she was
willing to torment him with pleasure. Tom felt the importance extended
beyond a blow-job. It was a test of willingness for them both. It was
mixed up with their committment. He wasn't giving in.

	She sucked him right to the edge and then blew hot air on his
trembling cock. Tom let his body make the plea his mouth wouldn't,
arching up to fuck air as he sought release. She responded by laying
her tongue against his cock and letting him torment himself on the too
meager stimulation.

	"Yes! End it!" Tom surrendered, laying in his own sweat and no
longer able to withstand the aching need. "But your turn next!"

	Regina promptly pushed her face down over his cock. Tom
immediately wanted to take it back but it was too late. It was too late
for second thoughts and for holding back. Shockingly, he didn't
immediately erupt into her mouth.

	It was still too late. Tom could feel his climax gathering in his
balls as Regina moved his cock in and out of her mouth. She kept up the
stubborn suction as Tom's cock began to believe that this was finally
the time. 

	"Yes! I'm gonna..." Tom called out as warning as he felt his
balls tighten.

	He wasn't sure of much but that the sensation went on and he
jerked and twitched on the sodden bed as the long-denied cum spurted
out into Regina's greedy mouth. He wasn't sure how much was real and
how much imagined as he slumped, still breathing hard, into the 
sweat-soaked covers.

	"You'd make a great interrogator," Tom sighed.

	She was a good interrogator, but a great interrogator wouldn't
leave her spare set of handcuffs on the bedside table. Beside giving an
unwelcome clue to her private tastes, they were too easy to grab and
put into sudden use.

	"I didn't tie you down!" Regina fought to keep the panic from
her voice.

	"But you're not as willing as I was," Tom told her as he was
tugging her jeans and underwear down her legs, "I said your turn next."

	Regina knew screaming was the best course, more likely to bring
help than letting the rapist do what he wanted, if only by a slight
margin, but Tom hadn't shown himself- yet. Trying to think how she
would act if she wasn't suspicious, Regina paused to see what Tom
would do.

	He didn't even bother with her sweater. She lay back, naked from 
the waist down, handcuffed to her own bed, as Tom crawled between her
legs.

	"Now for revenge," Tom said, making her flinch as he nipped at
her clit.

	She was at his mercy. Regina found she couldn't lay back calmly.
Too much adrenaline was pumping through her blood for her to lay still.
She tossed about as much as she could with her hands cuffed and Tom's
face between her legs.

	He was in no way merciful. Nor was he the tormentor she
had been. There was no need in her case. He started too quickly, 
moved to her clit too soon, but their activity and her fear paved his way.

	Regina found herself exploding in orgasm within a minute of 
Tom's tongue licking her. His fingers pried her lips open for his tongue to
plunge inside. She thrashed on her bed but there was no escape from the
insistent stimulation.

	By the time he added two fingers and began to fuck her with them,
Regina had cum three times. There was no reason to tease. Tom was going
to make her climax over and over until the pleasure itself drove her
insane.

	"No! Please! I can't take it! I'm too tender!" Regina begged as
the last of another string of orgasms left her limp.

	"Oh?" Tom lifted his head to smile. "Then something else."

	Regina had never felt her asshole licked. As Tom's tongue
slithered over her anus she squirmed in disgust as much as pleasure.
The pleasure soon dominated, however. Then Tom shoved his tongue
up her ass and she could only gasp.

	"No! I don't like it!" she finally gathered breath to speak.

	Tom smiled, as much as he could with his tongue in Regina's
asshole. She had taken long enough to decide her opinion, he noted, and
her bottom was squirming toward him, not to evade. He tongue-fucked her
asshole to her whines.

	"If you didn't know it, your ass is quite sensitive," Tom told
her as he substituted a finger for his tongue.

	Regina could only gasp and wriggle as Tom ate her again, this 
time with the undeniable finger moving in her ass. Her world exploded 
into stars and universal hum as he brought her off yet again.

-----

	"When are you going to quit your job, Daddy?" Heather asked Tom.

	"What?" Tom was confused.

	"I guess I mean when does the insurance company give us our
money," Heather clarified.

	"They're still investigating," Tom said. "But why does that mean
I should quit my job?"

	"Come on Dad. Two million? You don't have to work if you have
that much money. And it's tax free," Heather said.

	"It's less than you think and what would I do?" Tom asked.

	Heather just smiled warmly at him and eased over to rub against
him.

	"Don't you think we could find things to do to fill your time?"
she asked seductively.

	"I can't do that all day," Tom avoided the real question, "I'm
too old for that. Anyway, it will be some time before we see the
settlement."

	"Because of the nasty bitch," Heather spat. "It's like she
doesn't want you to have the money. Can't you see that?"

	"Regina- Detective Familia is doing her job. It's not like we're
running out of money, you know. Why are you so impatient?" Tom asked.

	"It's just that it's our money!" Heather said and then caught
herself, "We have to go on without Mommy. Don't we deserve something
for our loss?"

	Beside the fact it was the first time Heather expressed loss, her
sudden sweetness was suspect. Tom was too familiar with Heather's ways
of influencing him. He knew her too well not to see the deceit.

	"And you're wrong," Heather said, recovering quickly. "Two
million is a lot. At 5 percent it's $100,000 a year. Even at 3 percent
it's $60,000. That's a lot."

	"We'll talk about it when we get the money," Tom said. "Now I've
got to get to work."

	He was making too much of it. Heather was always spoiled and
never as much as she wanted to be. Of course she would see the
settlement as some sort of windfall. She'd always wanted more and Tom
had to admit 2 million dollars was enough to turn anyone's head.

-----

	"You're not going to see her again."

	Tom was stunned how much Heather sounded like her mother. 
It was the very tone Franny used to quiet a whining Heather. Tom was struck
how authoritative it sounded coming from his daughter.

	"What makes you think I was, and why do you care?" Tom asked.

	"You know very well why I care," Heather pouted. "I'm here for
you. I don't like it when you leave me alone to be with 'her'."

	"But it can't go on," Tom hurried on before Heather's surprise
could darken into a storm. "I know it's my fault because I'm old enough
I should know better. Let's not call it fault at all. It was an anomaly
brought on by horrible circumstances. But we can't keep doing it."

	"But Daddy, I need it. Even if you don't, I need it," Heather
pouted. "I don't want to think about it. I want you to hold me and make
me forget."

	What was he going to do, lie about having a hard-on? Heather was
daring him to be unreasonable with his cock in her hand. He couldn't
bring himself to start the screaming argument he knew would follow. Or
it was another excuse.

	The clear fact was Heather was pushing him backward toward the
sofa with her hands on his chest inside his shirt and hie belt was
undone. She had barely made him lie down when, with a few quick
motions, she was straddling him in her underwear.

	He could try to reason with her, but he knew she would ignore him
and that she'd be sitting on his cock before he made his point. He
thought he might distract her.

	It was the best excuse yet. Heather was indeed more seductive in
getting his pants down and paused for effect before lowering her
panties while he stroked and molded her breasts. She didn't attack, but
he wasn't resisting and she didn't have to.

	Tom wasn't sure if it was slower or the same rate he imagined
when she settled down over him with his cock inside her. He just knew
that his feeble resistance was never going to halt Heather's pursuit.

	Nothing short of the screaming argument and physical distance 
would stop her. And now it was too late. She was fucking him. Tom let
that excuse stop him from attempting to escape.

	"See Daddy? I can give you everything that bitch can," Heather
purred at him as her hips made crazy designs on his cock. "I'm better
and you know it. And I bet Miss Cop never let you fuck her ass."

	Well, that was a fact. The ass part, not necessarily Heather
being better. They were different. Better really didn't count once you
got past good and both Heather and Regina were well past good.

	"Let me make you forget all about her," Heather breathed as she
leaned closer and her hips pumped on him at an accelerating pace.

	Who? Tom thought, but he didn't say it aloud. Heather really
didn't need his encouragement. She was jealous and that was wrong, but
she was so good. Nothing seemed to stay still in his head. Heather's
greedy hips were stealing his attention. There was nothing he could do
at the moment but moan and paw at her breasts.

	"Come to bed, Daddy," she said as she sat up and slowly lifted
herself off his slimy cock.

	It made no sense to hang back now. They'd had sex and it was
irrational to draw the line at that point. Horse out- barn door locked.
It would do no good and... Tom had to admit if it was a draw, his
impulse was to fuck her again. Heather was precociously good in bed.

	"I know it's just for a while because I'll grow up and want to
be off, but I need it, Daddy. I need it to get past..." Heather was
being reasonable until she broke into sniffles.

	What else could he do? Fucking her might be a bit much, but how
could he see that sad face and not need to hold her?

	The naked together in bed part was what led to the rest. It was
a shared, fatherly, comforting hug. His cock was to blame for not being
sensitive to the situation and beginning to stir.

	He knew how she'd use that evidence as proof he had to fuck her.
If he held out, it would only delay her. To avoid the drama and maybe
get some sleep (he told himself) he might as well surrender.

	"Oh Daddy, I only want to help you forget," Heather sighed as 
they rolled over and Tom pushed his cock inside his daughter yet
another time.

	Tom couldn't remember what he was to forget. He didn't connect
his odd musing about how Heather was like her mother and how she was
different with Heather's words. It seemed natural for him to notice as
he plowed his cock into his daughter. They were a lot alike, mother and
daughter.

	He was helping her and she was helping him. It was working really
well, too. He felt only the need to continue thrusting his cock in her
and Heather sounded pleased with the results.

	It was good and he was stupid to fight it. This came to Tom as he
was still breathing deeply and laying on his back looking at the
ceiling. The impulse to resist was a good one but he should admit it 
wasn't strong enough to stop Heather's desire to have him.

	Putting up a squabble and losing every time was dumb. Heather
didn't sound damaged, as far as he could tell from her contented
breathing. And he was feeling pretty good except for that stupid idea
it was wrong to fuck your kids.

	It might be wrong most the time, but Heather made a good case.
She didn't want to live with Daddy forever. That meant she wasn't
insanely obessesed or the victim of some other psychological thing. And
it started in grief. It was even understandable. Didn't that mean it 
wasn't as wrong as usual, maybe even making the best of a bad
situation? 

	The only time she seemed crazed was when he tried to refuse. She
was her normal, self-involved and spoiled, but normal self as long as
he gave in to her advances. It was stopping that endangered her, not
fucking her.

-----

	"Oh hi, Tom," Regina sounded distracted.

	He hoped she hadn't been hoping for more and been disappointed.
He didn't tell her why, of course, but he had explained he needed to be
home for Heather. He'd see Regina when Heather went out.

	He hadn't explained it in quite those terms, but he had said it
was difficult to get away with everything that had happened. Now she
sounded cool to his call.

	"I've got the chance to get away and was wondering if you're
free," Tom asked.

	'Free' or reasonable? Tom cringed. He wished he'd asked if she'd
like to do something. He wasn't good at this. He'd been married too long.

	"Unfortunately I do have something I have to do," Regina said.
"But thanks for asking. Don't give up on me. I know my schedule is 
killer. But I am busy tonight."

	Regina hoped she didn't sound too needy. It was just that it was
true. She wasn't available enough for most guys. She told herself it
was their loss, but she imagined they went on to someone who fit their
needs and she was the one alone.

	She wasn't sure why she felt it was different with Tom. Maybe it
was something she sensed as she was studying him, looking for some
guilty sign there was more than an accident involved in his wife's
death. Whatever it was, she felt he saw her for who she was.

	He didn't show any guilty signs and he had an alibi, but so did 
his daughter. His alibi she believed. She was on her way to check out
the daughter's.

	"Ow! Dammit! Stop that. You just want to hurt me," Heather
protested as Butch pinched her nipple hard and twisted.

	"You know you like it," Butch said, happy he'd made her squeal.

	"You're the one who likes it. If you don't stop, I'll stop
seeing you," Heather threatened.

	"You'll take what I give you until you come up with the money,"
Butch said in a more convincing threatening tone. "Until then your
ass is mine."

	"My ass? You don't mean you're going to do 'that' again?" Heather
felt she was convincing enough for a mouth-breather like Butch.

	Detective Familia wasn't interested in Heather's sincerity. Her
ears had perked up when Butch mentioned money. It was the second strand
to come undone in the weaving of Heather's unconvincing story.

	The first had been identifying the mysterious person needed to
make sense of the crash. No one had mentioned Butch and Familia felt
confident it was because they didn't know him. He was the stranger in
the equation. Heather had certainly taken a meandering path before she
picked him up in the park.

	"I'll do whatever I want to," Butch told her with a sneer. "Now
roll over."

	It was more like 'face away' in the narrow confines of the car,
but he'd made his point. Heather pouted as she obeyed. She kept her
smile inside as she again detoured Butch to where he'd do the least
damage.

	Of course he was a brutal asshole. He had to be for her 
purpose. And it didn't matter how many cocks had jerked around in 
Heather's butt, Butch made her feel it. But he didn't hurt her as much,
despite the fuss she made for his sadistic benefit.

	Detective Familia resisted the urge to creep closer. It was
inviting, given the couple's concealment. Funny thing about hiding,
Familia mused, you couldn't see who was watching outside the cover.

	She didn't need a better look, however. The conversation from
the shotgun mike made it plain enough what was happening. Heather was
getting fucked in lieu of promised payment. Her partner seemed to have
a taste for fucking her in the ass.

	"OW! I wasn't ready" made Familia's head jerk for the volume.

	"You're ready enough," Butch told her. "I got it in didn't I?"

	"But I... OW! Take it easy a minute. Don't you know anything?"
Heather complained.

	"I know your ass is real tight. I can feel it on my cock," Butch
informed her.

	"Damn it, Butch! Please take it easy. Please? Just a little? 
Then you can be rough if you want," Heather stopped her demand 
after the first outcry and became pleading for the rest.

	He liked to hear her beg. She didn't like yielding to a
Neanderthal, but he was capable of really hurting her. And it was
playing him, like she had been all along, wasn't it? Heather wanted to
get it over with her ass more or less intact.

	It didn't sound like this Butch was heeding her pleas. Detective
Familia had no sympathy. She didn't like sadistic assholes like Butch,
but Heather made her own trouble. And fucked in the ass was going to
be the least of Heather's troubles if she could make her case.

	"No no! I can't take it! Please! Ohh! No! Please!"

	Heather's high voice came through the smacking noise like
someone punching a wet sponge rapidly. There was a false note in it, but
Familia grimly hoped Heather was suffering as much as she pretended.
She packed up. They'd be another few minutes and she wanted to be gone
before they emerged from hiding.

-----

	"Daddy! You know I couldn't. I don't even understand what they're
saying. Tell them. Tell them I wouldn't do it!" 

	Tom was simply numb. None of it made sense and nothing was
sinking in. All he could think of was Heather dragging him to bed right
after they heard the terrible news.

	He wasn't able to think of Franny in the car or how horrible her
last moments might have been. His mind wouldn't go there. But he did 
remember the first thing Heather did when they heard.

	When he heard, he corrected himself. Detective Familia, Regina, 
had convinced him the Heather knew before it even happened.

	"How do I know what you'd do? I'm obviously no judge when it
comes to you," Tom told Heather.

	"But I'm your little girl," Heather tilted her head in an attempt
to look child-like. "You know me. You know me better than most
Daddys." 

	She was so obvious once he knew that he felt foolish for not
seeing it before. He even felt a pang at first. But then she let that
threat come out hard. It didn't make him feel any better about what he
had to do.

	"I told Regina everything," Tom said. "She said it would all come
out and it was better to cooperate."

	"That's what they all say. It's a trick! Can't you see that?" her
facade slipped and Tom saw her disgust that he had taken her edge
away from her.

	"It's not going to make it better for you," Tom said. 

	Heather glowered at him in her shapeless orange jumpsuit. He
absorbed her hate for a moment before he went on.

	"You'll have the best defense available," Tom promised. "The
insurance company paid the claim and I'm hiring the best lawyer I can
to defend you."

	The news didn't make Heather happier.

	Tom couldn't see it, but Regina, behind the glass, watched as
Heather was defeated at every turn. She began twisting her hands as
she tried to deal with the way her every plan was twisted and failed.
She buzzed to signal the end of the visit. Tom wasn't getting through
to Heather.

	Happily, Heather wasn't getting through to Tom. When she'd
heard of the incestuous motive to have Daddy for herself, she'd been
naturally disgusted. There had to be something there before Heather
hired Butch to kill her mother, didn't there?

	But coming clean, admitting the hard parts, and now showing his
genuine sadness for what Heather was, there was a crack of hope.
Heather was good at it, like every sociopath is.

	It didn't excuse everything. You can't admit having sex with your
teen daughter and expect a pat on the back, but Tom was willing to take
what was coming to him. Regina took it as a hopeful sign.

-----

	"Hasn't it been 18 months?" Tom asked as Regina stood in the door
with a set of handcuffs dangling from a finger.

	"Are you going to argue or are you going to put these on," Regina
asked firmly.

	Tom shed his shirt first. He took the cuffs and with the skill of
long practice snapped them on his wrists behind his back. Regina took
his shoulder and pulled him into the room.

	Without ceremony, she led him out of the entryway/foyer, through 
the living area and past the kitchen nook into the bedroom. She turned
him around and pushed him so he landed on the bed.

	She went back out into the other room and returned with a thick
folder and the envelope it came in.

	"Outprocessing," she said grimly.

	Tom smiled first and Regina couldn't hold her expression. He'd 
been remanded into her custody for his 18 month probation on a 1 year
suspended sentence for his involvement with Heather. The time was up.

	It was probably the most welcome sentence in the history of the
courts. Tom had been required to report to Regina weekly, which she
had increased to whenever she had the urge. It was much the same every
time.

	As he had, Tom was required to be restrained in her presence.
There was some variety in whether he was cuffed in front or in back and
even more when Regina got him on her bed. She was the officer. Tom was
the felon who had to do what she said.

	Tom didn't particularly like being restrained, but he did like
Regina. Regina, it was her show, loved every minute of it. Tom's easy
compliance went a long way toward eagerness for her and it was what she
liked.

	How many regulations did they ignore? Probably a drawerfull, but
Regina's reports didn't mention that and Tom wasn't going to complain.
The worst of it was doing nothing to rehabilitate Tom.

	He'd landed in her control for not fending off Heather's advances
and Regina was taking advantage of the same tendency. For a proper
object of his desires, she told herself. Once she had him trained he
would never look at underaged girls again.

	There was no danger of a repeat offense anyway. Heather 
would be  well over age before she had a hope of being released and 
Heather was the only one Tom was vulnerable to. Until Regina showed up. 
She looked at it as a kind of justice that they could both meet their needs
within the parameters of Tom's judgement.

	She knew she was a better cop for it. No lingering self-doubt
and a much better mood made her more alert and gave her better
judgement in the field. Steady attention courtesy of a court-ordered 
supervision had done her a world of good. Tom wasn't complaining, either.

	She didn't think this would end it. Tom had said as much, but she
trusted actions more than words. In any case, she was about to find
out. 

	"Completed duration of... No incidents or reports... Blah, blah,
blah... Release you from court-ordered supervision," Regina scanned
down the document. "You'll have to sign."

	She grinned as she held the paper in front of Tom and he looked
up helplessly.

	"You're not really choosing now as the time to defy your parole
officer, are you?" Regina found the amazed look easier to hold on
her face.

	"Maybe I'm not ready to be free of you," Tom said.

	She hadn't thought of that one. It was corny but sweet all the 
same. What did he have to regret? He'd been getting laid and all the
cavity searches had been by him on her.

	It wasn't logical he would leave, but Regina didn't think logic
had anything to do with a man in pursuit of a lively round of hide the
pickle. She'd have to let him go and see. It was the only way to know
for sure.

	"Oh. I see now. You're handcuffed," Regina pretended this was a
surprise. "Why didn't you tell me?"

	 She leaned over him to unlock him, making sure her chest was
pushed in his face. She felt a prickle of danger as she turned to pick
up the papers, but Tom was sitting on the bed when she turned back to
him.

	"This officially ends my power to arrest you for not coming
over," she said as he signed. "You're free to go where you want and do
anything you want-  anything legal."

	Maybe I should have rented a moving bulletin board flashing: come
back! come back! Regina grimaced at her oversell. Tom didn't seem to
be listening.

	"Does it mean I don't have to wear handcuffs when I come over?"
Tom asked.

	Regina felt a thrill. "No. That's a house rule," Regina said.
"But we'll see if we can't think of ways for you to earn an exception."

	"I don't have to go now, do I?" Tom asked. "You don't have to
rush those papers to court or something, do you?" 

	"If I did, I'd cuff you to the bed so you'd be here when I got
back," Regina smiled. "You're a free man and we're going to celebrate."

	He could be making the best of it. He was here and no man
would turn down pussy right in front of him. Still, at the very least, he was
making the effort to lie - if he was lying.

	Regina really didn't think the worst of Tom. She was preparing
herself in case. She thought she might have found the one. She had
something planned to lean the odds in her favor as a precaution.

	"Am I supposed to put those back on?" Tom pointed to the cuffs
that Regina had slipped in her belt out of habit after she had taken
them off him.

	"No. I'm tired of babying you. Take off your own pants for once,"
Regina said to cover the unintentional clue she'd given him.

	It wasn't much of a clue. She knew why his hands were free, but 
there could be lots of reasons. It didn't really matter, except Regina
wanted to surprise him.

	Heather had gotten personal and Regina had gotten personal right
back. It was unprofessional and had no bearing on her questions, but it
gave Regina several insights. One was that Heather didn't care what she
said when she lashed out. She was more spoiled than Tom had said.

	The other Regina intended to take care of that night.

	"Now you're a free man, I won't have to watch you so closely,"
she said as she pulled off her clothes.

	For once, Tom was standing by the bed. He didn't have to sit and
let her tug his pants off with his hands free. It was all going as
planned. Regina stepped past him to crawl onto the bed. She stopped
in the center on her hands and knees.

	"You know the position?" she asked Tom.

	"For a free man you don't have to watch?" Tom asked cautiously.

	"For you to fuck my ass," Regina said. "The lube is in the
drawer."

	She felt a thrill saying it. There was a tinge of nerves, but
mostly she was thinking about Heather. What do you give your daddy
that I don't now?

	She hadn't waited to blur her motives. It seemed like a misuse
of their already cavalier disregard of his probation. She didn't want
even the scent of coertion around her offer.

	It was an offer and not a duty. Two free people with choices were
in her room tonight. It would be for them, because they wanted it.

	"Why all of a sudden?" Tom asked the dangerous question. "You
never wanted it before."

	"Say no if you don't want to," Regina said. "That's why all of a
sudden. I didn't want it to sound like a condition."

	"I'm just saying it's odd after almost two years," Tom replied.

	"It's in the drawer. Can't you find it?" Regina wanted to get
past the questions.

	She might confess later. She didn't feel like it was a big
secret. It was for her anyway. Maybe it was her unfortunate past that
made her overeager and, sometimes, needlessly prickly, but she knew
she'd feel better when she'd evened things up with Heather.

	Who knew? She might even like it.

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