Phil’s New Family
                                         Part 2
                                    by Sagacious

God it felt good to wake up in between two smooth young bodies. I
looked to my left to see Barbara’s head snuggled under my arm and
to the right to see Debra’s head on my shoulder. I tried to think
what had woken me up when I heard a noise at the bedroom door.

“Time to get up sweeties, breakfast is ready.”

I looked up to see Sandra standing in the doorway wearing an
apron and a smile. 	

My life had changed so much since that day two years ago when the
girls had come into my life.  I don’t know how I lived before
they arrived; I guess I was only half alive. 	

I leaned over to the right and kissed Debra.

“Good morning sweetness, time to get up.”

“Mmm, good morning Uncle Phil. Thank you for last night. It was
great.”

“You are welcome dear. What part did you like best?”

“I think it was when you were pounding your dick into my ass
while I was eating your cum out of Barb’s pussy.”

“That was kind of the high point of the night wasn’t it?”

I then leaned over to the other side and lifted Barbara’s face up
for a kiss. Debra helped to wake her by reaching over and
grabbing a tit.

“Wake up wake up wake up; it’s time to start a new day.”

This had the desired reaction and soon we were all in the
bathroom getting cleaned up and relieving ourselves to prepare
for the day.

This was Monday, so the girls had school and had to catch the bus
soon.

After they had left I spent a little time on the computer
catching up with the news and my E-mail. I intended to head down
to the barn later to finish up a couple of jobs I was working on,
but it felt strange to do them now without Debra helping. I had
managed my furniture refinishing and repair business for years
without her, but now she was my complete partner. She had
recently expanded our services to include manufacturing new
furniture for some of our clients. They loved her designs and
paid a good penny for the work.

I had just logged off of the internet and was going up to my room
to get changed for work when the doorbell rang. This was
surprising; as I could not remember the last time it had rung. No
one visited us, and even before the girls came I had been a bit
of a loner with no close friends in the immediate area. My
business was all word of mouth, telephone, or Internet generated.


I yelled that I would be right there and grabbed a pair of shorts
to put on from the laundry room. Dress in the house was clothing
optional, and I usually didn’t bother. The pool area was totally
nude, but the house was a lot less strict.

There was an attractive woman with long light brown hair on my
doorstep. She stood about 5’ 6 and was slim without being skinny.
She was wearing a light summer dress and flat shoes. After a
moment I realized that I knew her. This was Ms. Anderson, the
social worker who had brought my five nieces to live with me. I
had occasionally been in contact with her by email and phone, but
not in person since she had left the girls here two years ago
after the death of their parents.

“Why it’s Ms. Anderson; what a surprise to see you here. What can
I do for you?”

“Hello Mr. Thomas; I hope that I haven’t come at an inconvenient
time. It has been two years since the state gave over custody of
your nieces to you and my boss thought that it would be a good
idea to check up and see how things are going. Our practice is to
drop in without warning so as to give a more accurate assessment
of the situation.”

“That’s all right Ms. Anderson. The woman who gave me those
delightful girls is welcome any time.”

“Please call me Jessica; and my I come in?”

“Of course you may; and call me Phil.”

I lead her over to the living room and as she sat in one of the
armchairs, I sat in the other.

“I take it from your comment Phil that you have become accustomed
to your new family?”

“More that accustomed, I don’t know what I would do without them
now. Before, I was just moving through life, no real zest or
verve. Now every day is an adventure. They just make life worth
living. I am so much more complete that it sometimes takes my
breath away.”

“That certainly doesn’t sound like the man with whom I had to
spend hours on the phone convincing him that he had no choice, he
had to take in his nieces.”

“That man was a fool. I often feel guilty at having so much
pleasure from my brother’s misfortune, but there it is, I do.”

“Well, I’m very glad to hear this. I would still like to check
out the living arrangements and talk with the girls to be sure,
but I wish every one were as happy as you with such a large
change in your life.”

“Feel free to look around. The girls’ rooms are upstairs.
Sandra’s is at the head of the stairs, the other two bedrooms are
to the left and the bath and master bedroom are to the right.
Look around to your heart’s content. I need to get dressed and go
down to the barn to get some work done. If you want to join me
later please knock on the door and wait. I work with some
dangerous chemicals and tools and need to prepare you before you
go in.”

She said that that sounded like a good plan so I went up to get
dressed in coveralls and boots while she snooped in the girls’
rooms.

I had been working for about an hour when I heard the knock
signaling her arrival at my shop.

I let her in after giving her a pair of protective goggles and a
smock to wear.

“Welcome to my world,” I told her as I resumed work on the chair
I was refinishing.

“This is very nice Phil. Do the girls help you out with your
work?”

“Yes, they all do from time to time. It’s their choice, but Debra
is my constant companion in crime here. That’s her studio over
there; where she designs new furniture and tries new finishes.”

“I noticed the project areas in the family room. What are the
girls’ extracurricular interests?”

“This is Debra’s hobby slash avocation. Sandra is into painting
and drawing. Her studio is just off the pool next to the family
room. I had it built for her last year after she sold her first
painting. Barbara has the sewing machine in the family room. She
says she doesn’t need her own room for it. She designs and makes
the clothes for all of us as well as doing some work for a local
seamstress. She also writes stories and has had a book of
children’s tales published. Rebecca is the musician. She has
learned several instruments on her own and is now learning violin
at school. With Debra as the vocalist she also writes some very
good songs. Debra is thinking about making a guitar for her.
Carla is our little techie. She can make a computer do tricks you
wouldn’t believe. Sandra and Rebecca are also very good cooks.
Most of the idle rich can’t afford chefs with the capability of
my two. They are all so intelligent and gifted it makes me feel
like a toad sometimes.”

“Wow, this is unbelievable. I never would have thought that this
situation could exist, let alone with those five girls.”

“I know what you mean. Our biggest hurdle is getting people to
look past their exterior to see what lies beneath.

“The girls won’t be home for a few hours yet. Would you like
something to eat? I think that there is some leftover cordon bleu
and escalloped potatoes from last night.”

“That would be great; but I don’t want to be any trouble.”

“No trouble at all.”

Saying this I lead Jessica back up to the house and nuked a
couple of plates for us. We continued to discuss my nieces over
lunch and I brought up the dress code to her.

“When I first had the pool installed the girls did not have any
bathing suits. We tried underwear, but they were mostly
transparent and a waste of time. Therefore, the pool turned into
a nudist area. The rest of the house is clothing optional. We
have become comfortable with this and I hope it won’t cause you
any distress.”

“Oh dear; does that include guests?”

“Optional means that it is your choice Jessica. Force and
coercion are not practiced here. We have too much fun to allow
dissention. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to get out of these
coveralls before I get yelled at for sitting on the furniture in
them. I’ll keep on a pair of shorts for your peace of mind.”

“You don’t have to make changes for me, I’m just not sure that
I’m ready for that kind of lifestyle.”

As I was changing upstairs I heard the bus pull up at the road to
let the girls out. In a few minutes Carla was running in the
door.

“Uncle Phil, whose car is that in the drive? Do we have a
visitor?”

Then she rounded the corner to the kitchen and saw Ms. Anderson
at the table.

“Oh hello Ms. Anderson. What are you doing here?”

“Hello; Carla is it? I’m just here for an evaluation of how you
are settling in with your Uncle.”

By then the other girls had arrived and were standing behind
Carla looking at the social worker.

“Are you here to take us away again?” Rebecca asked.

“No, dear. No one wants to take you away. I’m just here to see
how you all are doing. I couldn’t take you away even if I wanted
to unless there was some serious abuse going on, which I can’t
see happening.”

Debra gave me a guilty look about then and I shook my head
slightly to let her know not to open that can of worms.

Sandra came over to me and handed me a letter. “This is to you
from my principal Mr. Schiller. He wants to have a conference
with you tomorrow morning at nine.”

“Do you know why dear?”

“He wouldn’t say. I haven’t done anything wrong that I know of.”

“I’m sure you haven’t dearest. Well let me open this and see what
he has to say.” I slit open the envelope and began to read. It
took a few minutes for the intent of the missive to strike home.

“What the hell?! He says that he is going to have to reduce your
grades by 10% for lack of participation in after school events.”

Jessica popped up with, “That doesn’t seem fair. Not everyone is
suited to play sports.”

“He’s going to play hell getting away with this one. Carla, get
into the school computer and find out if this is really a rule.”

Debra spoke up then, “You might also find out who is the closest
to Sandra for valedictorian. I think Schiller’s son was number
one before we got here.”

“If that is the case Schiller is about to lose a nut over this.
I’ll have his job or his ass, one or the other.”

“If you are going in to school anyway, can you take us in so we
don’t have to ride the bus?” asked Debra.

“What is wrong with the bus?”

“The kids on there are really not very nice. I dread getting on
every day.”

“Doesn’t the bus driver keep them under control?”

“No, she usually blames us for the disturbances.”

“Then no, you won’t have to ride the bus any more. I’ll drive you
until we can get Sandra a van to take you all.”

“Kids, it is time for a family conference. Everyone into the
living room.”

“Uncle Phil,” said Barbara, “can we change to normal clothes?”

“Yes, go ahead. I warned Jessica about our lifestyle and she says
that she can live with it.”

The girls all ran upstairs to change. I never knew what they were
going to wear, if anything. There always seemed to be one who
went nude. I don’t know how they chose who it was going to be
each day, but there was always one.

Debra was the first one down, wearing just a miniskirt with no
blouse, bra, or panties.

“Debra!! What the hell happened to your right tit? It is all
bruised.”

“Bill Nichols grabbed it on the bus. When I yelled at him to let
go, the driver told me to sit down and shut up.”

By then I had my phone out and was dialing Robert Downey, the
county Sheriff. Debra had made him a dining room set and he said
to call if I needed anything.

“Bob, Phil Thomas here. I have a little problem that I think you
might want to get involved in. My niece Debra was sexually
assaulted on the school bus today.  The young barbarian grabbed
her tit and it looks like he tried to pull it off…. No, the bus
driver didn’t say anything to him; she blamed Debra for the
disturbance… Bus number 75…I don’t know the driver’s name…Billy
Nichols…You need to take care of this. I want the driver
suspended for dereliction of duty and if the boy’s parents don’t
get him some counseling I’m going to prefer charges and get him
some jail time. He also has to be suspended from school and
permanently from the bus…Okay, I believe you. I don’t get mad
easy, but right now I’m boiling. Good bye, and keep me informed.”

I turned back to Debra and by now the other girls were in the
room and they were all staring at me as if they had never seen me
before.

“Has this been going on for a while or is it a new situation?”

“He has been touching all of us from time to time, but this is
the first time he really tried to hurt anyone.”

“You should have said something when he first started up. Maybe I
could have kept it from going this far, so remember this next
time you have trouble with someone.”

By this time Carla had come back in from the den where the
computer was.

“That rule has never been used before and I can find no trace of
its existence before yesterday. Schiller’s son is number two in
the class and this will take Sandra off the podium entirely.”

“Okay kids, you kept me from taking action last year when I
wanted to. You said that once everyone got used to you the
problems would stop. Has that been the case? It sure doesn’t
sound like it to me.”

Sandra spoke up then, “No Uncle Phil; things haven’t gotten any
better. We don’t have any friends and the teachers seem to resent
that we always have the right answer and ace all the tests.”

“Then can I take action?”

“Go for it Uncle Phil. You certainly can’t make things any
worse.”

“Carla dear, can you find the district superintendent of schools
number for me?”

When I got in touch with the superintendent I apprised him of
what was happening and what Schiller was trying to do. He agreed
that I had every right to be upset, and if I didn’t get Schiller
to back down, he would. I thanked him, hung up and turned back to
the girls.

“Okay then, Tomorrow I will beard the lion in his den and I hope
to put an end to many of the problems you all are experiencing in
school; and bus rides have come to an end. We will take Sandra to
get her license this week and she will take you to school for the
rest of the year. Now Ms. Anderson,
Jessica, needs to talk to you for a little bit. Will this be
individual or group Jessica?”

“One at a time please. Is there a room I can use for privacy?”

“You can use Sandra’s studio. So who is first?”

Sandra spoke up then. “Let Rebecca go first, I can do the prep
for the stir fry she is going to cook later.”

“That will be fine, come with me please Rebecca.”

After they had gone out to the studio and the other girls had
gone to watch TV, Carla came over to me.

“Uncle Phil, I have a problem. I was scared that Ms. Anderson was
going to take us away even after she said she wasn’t, so when I
was on the computer I checked in with her office. They said that
she is on vacation and they don’t expect her back for another
week.”

What the hell? If she was on vacation what was she doing here? I
was very confused. I went into the kitchen to talk to Sandra.

“Sandra dear, Carla just informed me that Jessica is not here on
official business, she is on vacation. What do you think she
wants with us?”

“Well if the smell she was giving off while you were on the phone
to the Sheriff is any clue, she wants the same thing that Barbara
and Debra wanted last night. She wants into your shorts dear
uncle. Of course after you got done with your alpha male
demonstration it was all I could do not to tackle you myself.”

“Come on, what in the world would she see in me? She doesn’t even
know me. All we ever did was talk on the phone and exchange
emails as we worked out the situation with you girls.”

“I can see what she would want with you even if you can’t. We can
be sure if we ask her to stay for dinner and then for a swim
later.”

“Do you think that we should let on what we know about her
deceit?”

“No, let her confess to you later if she will. We also need to
know what she is talking about to the girls and what questions
she has for us.”

“Okay, if you think it is best I’ll go along with it, but I sure
am confused.”

About then Rebecca came in to start cooking. We asked her just
what Jessica had talked about and all that she said seemed to
agree with Jessica’s stated purpose.  I was more confused than
ever.

When it was Sandra’s turn to talk to Jessica she invited her for
dinner. Jessica agreed and soon they were sitting at the table
with the rest of us.

Dinner was excellent as usual and Rebecca got numerous
compliments. As dinner was coming to a close Debra stated that
she and Rebecca had a new song to do for us.

“This is a song from your viewpoint Uncle Phil. We used many of
the things that you have said to us in this song. If we ever
record it you will have to do the singing to make it sound right.


	“Believe In Me”

All the names, all the taunts,
All the things that they say
They can’t hurt you, they can’t touch you
Unless you show them the way
But if you just don’t believe it
Don’t believe what they say
Then you won’t have to run away

To the corner, to the closet
Trying to hide from your fear
It will control you, and destroy you
Take away what you hold dear
But if you don’t release it, don’t let it all go
Then no one has to know

 But if you can believe in music
And you can believe in me
If you can believe in magic
How bad can the future be?




With Rebecca playing keyboard and Debra on guitar this sounded
pretty good and got a resounding vote of approval from the
audience.

“Jessica, could I ask you for a favor?”

“What is that Phil?”

“Would you come with me to the school tomorrow to meet with the
principal? I would like to have an impartial witness, and you
might keep me from getting out of control. I don’t take too
kindly to someone trying to cause my girls trouble.”

“I don’t know how impartial I will be, but I’ll be glad to
accompany you. The only rub is that I live two hours away. By
time I get home tonight, I may as well turn around and come right
back.”

“That’s easy to solve, stay the night here. Sandra has an extra
bed in her room you are welcome to use. That way you can join us
in the pool later. It is just great out there when the sun is
about to set.”

“Does that mean what I think it means?”

“Does nudity bother you? The girls have been mostly nude all
evening, has that bothered you?”

“The girls being nude hasn’t bothered me, but me being nude
probably will.”

“I will be too, so why not give it a try. The girls will be
interested to see a body that doesn’t look like theirs. I’ll
admit that I will be interested too.”

“Oh what the hell, I’ll do it. But what will I wear tomorrow?
This dress isn’t exactly professional looking social worker
wear.”

Just then Barbara spoke up. “Leave that to me. I’m working on a
dress for Mrs. Ferguson to wear that should do the job. I’ll only
need to make a few adjustments after I measure you.”

“But what will Mrs. Ferguson say?”

“I’ve got three days to finish her dress. I’ll just do something
a little different for her, she’ll never know.”

“Okay kids, everyone in the pool.”

As Sandra was taking off the long white gown she had on I
whispered in her ear to tell the girls, no extra curricular
activity tonight. The custom had been that when someone sat on
the edge of the pool it was an invitation to get oral sex. There
were plenty of volunteers to put their head between legs and go
to town. I didn’t think that Jessica would be too receptive to
this action.

I was surprised at Jessica’s body. I knew from her dress today
that I liked her legs, but the whole picture was really much
better. Hers legs were long and very shapely. Her hips swelled
out that perfect amount to then narrow back up at the waist and
swell back out at the chest. Her tits were also just swells on
her chest with little pink nipples, which looked to be hard as
rocks. I know that I was certainly hard staring at her.

The newness wore off quickly and we all had fun in the pool,
playing tag and diving off the board and generally just horsing
around. Pool time was some of the best time in our family.

Even the best time must come to an end and soon I was in my bed
trying to get to sleep with the unusual sensation of being alone.
I had been used to one or two of the girls sleeping with me for
most of the last two years. Even the ones I wasn’t making love to
would spend the night in my bed from time to time, just for
comfort if nothing else.

As I was finally drifting off to sleep, I felt a small body slip
under the covers. Then a long slender leg moved over between
mine.

“Well hello Jessica,” I lifted my arm for her to snuggle into my
side, “to what do I owe this privilege?”

“How did you know it was me and not Sandra or Debra?”

“Because your foot reaches a good six inches further down my leg
than theirs does. Has Sandra been speaking out of school or are
you just overly perceptive?”

“This was her idea. I told her why I was really here and she said
that she already knew it. She said that she thought it was a good
idea. You need a woman in your life, not just her sisters, and
she hoped that I wanted the position. She also said that I should
try you out tonight to see if you met my expectations.”

“And I get no say in this matter?”

“Are you going to turn me down?”

“If Sandra sent you, then that means that she won’t mind; but
nothing is more important than not hurting these girls. I will
not be the one who tells them that they are not pretty enough for
me. If they cannot accept you being with me, then I can’t accept
you either. But that will happen tomorrow, for tonight I will
gladly accept what you are offering and try to make you glad
too.”

Saying this I bent down to kiss her. Her lips were stiff at
first, as if she wasn’t quite sure she wanted this, and then they
seemed to melt and open to my advances. My right hand was cupping
her shapely ass cheek as my left moved up to her small but firm
tits pinching her nipple and rubbing all around while our tongues
did battle in her mouth.

Her body seemed to relax as I traded my mouth to her tits while
my hand moved on down to the junction of her thighs. I had
noticed her thick bush earlier but hadn’t seen that it did not
extend down to her lower lips. They were as bare as if she had
trimmed them, maybe she had. She was surprisingly wet already;
maybe the excitement of crawling into a strange man’s bed was
enough to get her motor going. While my mouth was nibbling on her
hard little nipples my left hand was transferring moisture around
her pubic area, from her clit to her pucker. This allowed my
right middle finger to probe her anus; my left was exploring what
seemed to be rather large cunt flaps. I had gotten a hint of them
at the pool, but I had not wanted to embarrass her any more by
seeming to stare. I had to get a better view.

While my hands and mouth had been busy, her hands had been
roaming around everywhere they could reach. She was caressing my
head and back and shoulders and murmuring the whole time
unintelligible words. As I became clear where I was intending to
go Jessica spoke up, “You don’t have to do that, I’m already wet
enough.”

“Don’t you like it for a man to lick your pussy?”

“I don’t know. No one has ever done that except to get me wet
enough. I didn’t think men wanted to do that.”

“Not only men like to do that. If you stay around here very much
you will find out what it is like for a girl to do that too. The
swimming pool is normally cunnilingus central. If you sit on the
edge with your feet in the water, someone will put his or her
head between your legs. As for me, I love eating at the Y and
right now I’m going to show you just how much I love it.”

Saying this I positioned her to give me maximum access and dove
right in. Her aroma was just enough different from the girls to
be even more exciting and I just inhaled at first. Then I had to
taste. As I drew my tongue slowly up her slit Jessica moaned
rather loudly. Curling my tongue I inserted it between her inner
lips to get the oils at their source then licked on up to her
clit which had already made its presence known by pushing out
from its covering.  I pursed my lips and sucked on it for a
moment. It was obvious that she felt it from her reaction.
Jessica lifted her ass off the bed and made some squeaking kind
of noise. I licked and probed everywhere with my tongue and also
with my fingers. As I sucked on her clit I push my finger up her
ass and she went off. Her knees clapped together trapping my head
in her crotch and she yelled for at least 30 seconds. Well the
cat was truly out of the bag now. Everyone in the house knew what
was going on in my room and they knew with whom.

After she released my head I moved up to give her a kiss. And
hold her to me for a moment.

“I guess that I can take that as approval?”

“God yes that was the best I have ever felt. I always thought my
friends were exaggerating about how good it felt, but now I think
they may have been understating it if anything. Now I want to
feel what you can do with your dick. Fuck me big boy.”

Not loathe to this suggestion I positioned myself between her
legs and she reached down to guide me in.

I had gotten used to sex after a long drought so I had some
control. It is amazing, but when you have more than one woman to
satisfy on a regular basis, you can exact more pleasure and
control than when it is only one woman all the time. This means
that the women enjoy it more than they otherwise would even
though they are usually the ones to insist on monogamy. Just one
of the dichotomies of life I think of when my mind is out of the
loop and my body is running on autopilot.

As I slipped into the tight confines of her well lubed sheath it
felt like I was coming home. It was if I was meant to be here, I
had found my other half. If I believed in religion I would say
that it was almost a religious experience. I think that Jessica
may have felt it too because she was still and silent, but she
was clutching me to her so strongly that I couldn’t move if I
wanted to.

“Are you okay dear?”

“More than okay, this feels too good to be real. What have you
done to me Phillip? Why do I think I’ll die if you go away?”

“I have done nothing more to you than you have done to me my
lady. I guess the girls are going to have to get used to you
being around, because I can’t let you go now for anything.”

“Well with four sisters they should already be used to sharing,
so they will just have to get used to sharing you with me.”

“Will you be okay with sharing? It is not a usual situation here,
and I don’t know if I can, or want to, change it.”

“Any of them are welcome in our bed at any time dear Phillip. I
can’t see any reason to change that portion of your love for
them. I will probably come to love them as much as you do.”

“Are you ready for me to move now?”

“Yes, make love to me.”

As she said this I pulled out till just the head was in her then
slowly pushed back in. Jessica let out another loud moan and
tried to pull me completely into her body. I kept moving and sped
up a bit till pretty soon I was ramming into her pussy and
slapping my balls against her ass. She was fully into it and was
lifting herself off the bed trying to meet me halfway. My
concentration was totally on her as she came with me in her. As
she was coming I pressed in her as strongly as I could and rubbed
around against her clit prolonging her orgasm. I stilled for a
few minutes to let her recover and then started again. Once again
I built up momentum and as she again started to go to orgasm I
joined her and slammed in to her quim as hard as I could and
deposited what felt to be the largest load of my life into her.

As we basked in the afterglow of sex I rested on my elbows
maintaining our connection to hopefully contain the mess I knew
was going to occur when we split. Jessica also knew what would
happen and she took off a pillowcase and handed it to me to use
for the mess. I thanked her and pressed it into her crotch as I
rolled off.

“That was incredible. I didn’t think sex could be that good. Have
the girls been teaching you those things you did to me?”

“Let’s just call it mutual education and the internet. Parts of
tonight have never happened before. I think you opened a new
chapter in my scholarship course on sexual enjoyment. It can only
get better from here.”

“If it gets much better I don’t know if I can handle it Phillip.
No one has ever made me feel like that. It always seemed as if I
was just there to be used, not a part of the experience. With you
it was all about me, and I won’t settle for less again.”

“You won’t have to Jessica. I will always keep you uppermost in
my actions from now on. I truly hope that you can integrate
yourself into our life here, because without you now it would
seem empty.”

We continued to exchange pleasantries and words of love for a
while until we finally fell asleep in each other’s arms.

I awoke to a couple of bodies bouncing on my bed giggling. Carla
and Rebecca were laughing at my expression and said that
breakfast was ready and we had to get up.

“Is Jessica going to be our new mommy now?”

“Let’s not rush things dear, there is a lot to consider before we
can make that determination. For one thing, Phillip has to ask
me, and he hasn’t as of yet.”

“I think we can let that discussion wait for another day. For now
shall we get ready for this day?”

“Okay Uncle Phil, Sandra says to get downstairs and eat before it
is all gone and Barbara wants to check the fit of the dress on
Jessica.”

As they left the room Jessica and I got up and went to the
bathroom to get ready. I told her that dressing was not necessary
as we went downstairs for breakfast.

Once we had eaten I went up to dress and Jessica and Barbara got
her set in her new outfit. When I saw it I was amazed at the
transformation. The dress was a dark blue worsted material cut
severely enough to show that she was a professional but with a
low enough cleavage to show that she was most definitely female.
I knew that she had no brassiere, but the dress worked like a
pushup type to give more cleavage than would normally occur.
Barbara had again done her usual exceptional job.

When we got to the school, we held back to let the kids go in
first. I saw immediately that the situation was very bad. Within
50 feet of the door, two girls had had their asses groped and I
heard at least 3 insults about their looks. I used my cell to
take a couple of pictures and Jessica and I went on to the
principal’s office.

The receptionist showed us directly into the office and we sat in
the chairs provided. Two women were in the office with us and Mr.
Schiller introduced them as the guidance councilors.

“Did you understand the note I sent you Mr. Thomas? And who is
this lovely lady with you?”

“This is Ms. Anderson, the state social worker who brought my
nieces to live with me, and yes I did understand your note. I
just don’t understand your intent. Why has this rule never been
used before this?”

“Because this situation has never come up before Mr. Thomas. We
have never had anyone with your niece’s grades who put in no
effort to get involved in after school activities.”

“Why should she get involved?  So she can get insulted on her own
time? Do you ever go out into the halls of your school and
observe what is going on out there? This morning I saw two of my
nieces get sexually molested and all of them get insulted
numerous times. If you can’t figure out a way to stop this kind
of behavior from your young barbarians you might just be looking
for a new job. The lawsuit I can bring down on this school system
will not be looked at favorably by your superiors.”

As I was talking the faintly supercilious expression on
Schiller’s face was going toward pale. He gradually looked like
he was going to be sick and the two guidance counselors started
to grin.

“You two have no room to gloat. Which one of you told Debra that
she couldn’t take wood shop because that was only for boys?”

The one on the left looked up at me. “But girls don’t do well
with power tools. They cause accidents and the teachers won’t
have them in their class.”

“You should know that no two people are alike. Debra simply
wanted to take the class so that she could get experience with
tools that we don’t have in our shop and evaluate what would be
worth buying. She could probably teach the course otherwise. She
already designs and makes the best furniture in the state.
Several galleries will sell anything she makes.”

“Did Barbara tell either one of you that the home economics
teacher wouldn’t let her use the sewing machines?”

The one on the right looked up at that.

“Why didn’t you object in her favor?”

“Because the teacher was afraid the she would break the machines
and cause trouble for the other students.”

At this Jessica put in her two cents. “For your information
Barbara made this dress for me last night using a much better
machine than I think you have in this school. You and the teacher
are making assumptions based on her appearance, not her
abilities. There is no reason to restrict any student without
giving them a chance to prove themselves. The district supervisor
will not be pleased at this situation.”

All three of them looked like they were about to see their
breakfast again at this revelation.

I continued the barrage, “this reduction of grade for
nonparticipation in school activities will not go forward either.
There is no such rule and there never has been. You just want
your son to be the valedictorian, not Sandra. Is this your son
here?”

I brought out my phone and showed the picture I had taken this
morning with a young man’s hand on Sandra’s ass.

“Where did you get that picture? My son would never do that.”

“Your son just did that this morning. He is not likely to
graduate at the top of the class or get a scholarship after I
bring him up on sexual harassment charges. I told you that I want
this situation to stop and I mean it. If I have to bring police
in here to patrol the halls I will. You can explain to your
successor the reasoning behind your actions. Ms Anderson and I
will be back to pick up the girls after school today. There had
better be some drastic changes by then.”

Saying this I got up from my chair and Jessica followed me as I
walked out. When we got to my van she launched herself at me and
gave me a big kiss.

“That was the most impressive display of macho I have ever seen.
You had them shitting their pants in fear. Now take me home and
make love to me, I’m about to ruin this marvelous dress Barbara
made for me.”


Epilog:  What a change a little macho can make. Jessica got a job
in the local office and we were married two months later. The
girls all took to her like a long lost sister and fit her into
our lives with much more ease than I thought possible. I never
really knew what she had seen in me but I didn’t worry too much
about it, I just considered myself to be lucky. Schiller did get
replaced and went to a grade school to retire. The teachers began
to patrol the halls and put a stop to the objectionable
activities. Sandra went off to college for Art studies and Debra
did as well. Carla actually got a boyfriend. A blind geek she
could talk computers with.


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