The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. The author reserves all rights. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. Clydesdale Among the Fillies, Part 8 By Spunk N. Wagnels For earlier parts, see at bottom. Clyde awoke with a piss hardon that wouldn't quit. He quickly took off the chamois leather tied around his head which had been serving to blindfold him. He was in a room he didn't recognize. Several chamois costumes lay strewn around including "Betty Rubble's." "Oh shit!" Clyde thought. "What the hell happened. . . . Jeez, I've got to pee! . . . I'm not going to make it to the basement! . . . I'd better try in here." He thought, as he ducked naked into the second floor bathroom. No one was at the sinks, but one or more showers were running. Clyde slipped into a stall and let the endless stream flow. As relief washed over him, memories of the evening started to creep into his thinking. "Beer-cunt. I have a taste of beer-cunt in my mouth." He noticed. All he could remember was lapping at pussies that drizzled beer into his mouth causing him to drink as he sucked. "Unnnh." He moaned as the last shivers shook out of him. Then he snapped back to the reality of his situation, in a stall deep into the girl's bathroom. He stealthily ducked his head out to see if the coast was clear. A wet-haired coed was drying her back facing away from him between the stall he was in and the door. He was torn between the urge to watch and ducking back to the safety of his stall. Then, as if psychically, the coed turned as Clyde ducked back. Clyde quietly put the seat down and sat silently, hoping he wasn't noticed. He listened as the showers turned off. He thought he heard whispering, then silence. He wished he had locked the door when it pushed in and he was confronted by three angry coeds wrapped in towels, "Betty Rubble," Wendy, and another with red hair. "You are such a 'Perv.'" "Betty Rubble" scolded. "Weren't we enough for you last night? How insulting. Take away your hands." Clyde moved his hands from his crotch. "You're lucky you're not pointing at us right now. What do you have to say for yourself? "I'm really sorry. I woke up needing to go so bad I didn't think I could make it downstairs in time. I've got a swirling head headache. I really didn't come in here to get turned on. Please believe me." He pleaded. "Well, you were kinda good last night, Cowboy. I think we can let him pass this one time, don't you girls?" The redhead said. The three looked at each other and made an opening for Clyde to pass through them. He slowly got up and fought past their playful groping and pinching as he passed. They laughed as his sorry ass jiggled out the door. He only saw Carol on his way to the basement. When he got there, Danny, Stan, and Jerry were cleaning up after the party in the nude. "Hey Man, where have you been?" Danny said in an up tone. "Ah, wow, what happened after that fertility thing last night?" Clyde asked groggily. "Well, we don't need to ask you where you were." Danny said, while Clyde looked at him puzzled. "Word has it you serviced the entire Betweener group." "What are you talking about?" Clyde asked. "The Betweeners, you know, the ones that can't decide if they're gonna be into men or not." Clyde still looked puzzled. "Betweeners have got all the normal hormones raging, but they think all of us guys are cads so they avoid relationships with men for as much and as long as possible. Whose room were you in?" "Ah, that heavier one with dress costume I think." Clyde guessed. "Liz, a Betweener. Anyone else there?" "A curly redhead." "That's Erin, . . . a Betweener." "And maybe Wendy?" "A Betweener, all of them Betweeners, and there were more I'm told." Danny said. "Gawd, I was used." Clyde realized. The three laughed. "You call making it with half a dozen women in one night 'being used?'" Stan asked rhetorically. "I don't remember a thing. I was blindfolded and I had a lot of beer and pussy in my mouth." Clyde explained. "What happened to you guys?" "Oh, the usual. We were given the rides of our lives with those that were unsatisfied with or were without their dates at the end of the Shindig." Stan said with a hint of gloat. "Wow. Well what happened at the end?" Clyde asked. "When did you leave?" Asked Jerry. "Just when they were going down on those dildo things." "Everyone got naked and headed out to take care of business pretty much." Jerry explained. "You mean like Stella, Carol . . . Marie? You saw them naked?" Clyde asked with envy. "At least. Yeah that Marie is hot alright." Jerry replied "How about Vivian, … Carly, … Kelly, … ?" Each girl on Clyde's naked hit list got an affirmative, whether it was really true, or they were just having fun tormenting him. "Shit. I should'a tried to wait." Clyde lamented. "It's okay Man, you've got to follow directions around here or you're persona non grata." Danny reminded. Just then, Carol poked her head in, "You boys gonna clean up or what." "Yes Miss Carol." The three of them said in unison, while Clyde turned to look in her direction in time to witness a wink and a smile she was sending to one of them. Clyde pitched in and stayed naked like the others thinking they had been instructed to do so. When they were all done, Clyde went off to his room to rest away the remnants of a hangover, recall bits and pieces of his fuzzy night, and eventually fell asleep. He met Maggie the next day as agreed at their bench. After the small talk, Maggie asked Clyde if he would do her a big favor. Being in a good mood, Clyde said, "Anything your pretty little heart's desire. Anything at all, just name it." "Anything? Oh Clyde, thank you. You're the best. Well, I promised Dr. Baronger in a weak moment, that I would find someone to fill in at the last minute for this evening's figure drawing class. You will now, won't you? I'm really in a bind." "Oh jeez, Maggie, I …" "I just thought being a weightlifter and all you'd be grateful for opportunities to do some practice posing. … I know it's a lot to ask just anybody, but since you're an art major, I'm sure you understand." Clyde searched her eyes for an angle to use to get out of it. "I wouldn't ask it of you if I wasn't really in a bind. … If the shoe were on the other foot, I'd do it for you." She said batting her eyes. "Now that's a thought." Clyde said to buy some time. "Then you'll do it? It will really get me in good with Dr. Baronger." "No, I was just … you're in the class?" Clyde asked. She nodded hopefully. "Would I have to be, … you know, totally naked … in front of you and others?" "Sure Silly, sometimes, depending on the purpose of the class." "Jeez Maggie, we're becoming friends and all, but this …" She hugged his arm from the side and looked up at him pleadingly, "I'll be your best friend." "Can I think about it?" "This evening." She said nuzzling him closer. "That 'shoe on the other foot' thing …" "Did I mention yet that it pays too?" "No matter what I say, you're not gonna let me out of this, are you?" "You will? That's great." She said giving him a passionate kiss. "Room 230, 6:30, and thank you Sam. Thank you so much. You're a life saver." She squeezed his hand. "You're the best. I've got to run to class now. See you tonight." She gave him another kiss and trotted off with a spring in her step. "Shit! What have I agreed to?" Clyde said to himself. "What if this time it's totally nude? What if I get a boner while they're drawing me? What if … ?" Clyde was now too distracted to go to classes, so he headed back to the house. Clyde couldn't stand still. He moved around asking people if he could help them with this and that. He looked at people quizzically for answers in their faces to the questions swirling in his head. Then he came upon Stacie. "Miss Stacie, can I talk to you please?" "Sure Clydesdale, what is it?" "Well, I kinda need some advice, and you, studying to be a nurse … " Sure, what is it?" "Well, I kinda agreed to sit for a figure drawing class tonight, and … I was wondering … um, is there any way you know of that I could be sure not to … you know, show excitement?" "Well, I can't think of anything but the obvious two." Clyde looked at her intently. "Think unsexy thoughts and get off before you show up." Clyde appeared let down. "Would you like me to help you with the second part before your class?" "Oh, would you?" He asked enthusiastically. "How about once now, and then again right before your class? That should about do it, When is your class?" "I gotta leave by six from here." "That'll work. Let's go to the room." Inside her room she sat down and had Clyde pose for her like he thought he might do in class. "I'll tell you what. For this first session I want you to let me try out a concept on you until you go." Clyde agreed. "Come over here then and kneel spread on the edge of the bed." She cupped his hanging balls for a feel. Then she prepared his anus and proceeded to stick her finger in his ass to massage his prostate, all the time hefting his balls with her other hand. He came predictably, huddling his upper body to the bed. She asked him to clean up his mess. Then she had him stand before her so she could slip an elastic band covered with flesh colored fabric around his testicles for a test fit, grouping them down into the bottom of his nutsack. Then she took some dark cotton-like material and attached it to the top. She slipped it back on. When she stuck a pair of googily eyes to his skin positioned either side and above his penis, it was clear she was going for a face with a pronounced chin and big nose. "There. All it needs is a name. Let's call it 'Jimmy' for Jimmy Durante with a mustache." "Who's that?" Clyde asked. "It's not important. So, why don't you give me a foot rub?" Clyde slowly agreed. "And a friend." Clyde agreed again. "I want you to go to room 2C and invite Vivian." Clyde reached for his outfit. "No, leave that here. This way you'll get over any shyness that would add to your excitement level tonight." "But …" Clyde started to plead, then thought the better of it and scurried to Vivian's room and knocked. The door opened and there was Vivian in a sun dress, eyes wide, fighting off a laugh, and her roommate, Cecilia in a short flared skirt and sleeveless top, who came over to see what was so funny at the door. Clyde wanted to hide "Jimmy" from view with his hands, but it was not to be. "Um, hi. Um, Stacie wants to know if you want to come by for a foot rub." Clyde announced. "I've never been known to turn down the offer of a foot rub." Vivian responded. "Me too?" Cecilia asked. "I'm sure she means you too. We'll be right there." Vivian said. On his way nervously padding back to Stacie's room, Clyde ran into Carol and a pledge from Saturday on the stairway landing. "Hi Clyde. This is Miss Melody. She has just joined Beta Delta Pi." "Um, glad to meet you." Clyde said, embarrassed to be caught unsuspectingly naked with decorated genitals out in the halls. "Very glad to meet you Clyde." Melody said playfully seductive, presenting her hand delicately for a greeting. All of a sudden, as his hand met hers, a wave of memory washed over Clyde and he was instantly transported back to Saturday night with the thought that those lips were probably on his "Jimmy." Then he remembered watching Melody writhing in orgasm. There was no fighting it, "Jimmy" sprang to life. Humiliation and embarrassment washed over him as Melody commented to the smiling Carol, "I know I'm gonna like it here." Clyde ran, after they passed, to Stacie's room and knocked insistently. When Stacie opened the door, she looked down and smiled. "You are one tough case when it comes to controlling hardons. Come in." Clyde, a little out of breath related, "Vivian and Cecilia are on their way." "Cecilia? Okay. … Well, why don't you sit here." She said, referring to a firm round ball much like a medicine ball. You can get to work on me while we wait." Clyde sat on the low seat and she pulled up a chair directly in front of him. She raised her skirt as she sat down and extended her leg out to him. Clyde felt the telltale rush of warm blood rushing to his face when he followed the line of her leg with his eyes to the gossamer panties she was wearing, and knew she noticed his discovery from her smile. He held her ankle with one hand while he started to rub her foot with the other. There was gentle tapping to announce their presence, but Vivian and Cecilia just let themselves in through the cracked open door. After exchanging pleasantries, they pulled up another chair and a stool on either side of Stacie and put a foot up on each of Clyde's legs. Clyde was seated in nearly a squat position, so his feet were wide and his "Jimmy" was on full display. As Stacie started to relax into it and moan, the others grew a little impatient for some attention, so they started to toe his cock and balls. Clyde started to pay attention to the most annoying foot at any given time. Vivian and Cecilia's best shots were of Clyde's bound balls sticking out below his legs with their toes and insteps. Stacie had full access to his cock and balls with her toes, instep, and the soles of her feet. Clyde was in a constant state of erection and apprehension since he didn't know at any given time whether each of them had enough control in the use of their feet to continue to arouse or to hurt him. He tried to keep his eyes on their feet and they tried to get him to look up their skirts by shifting, parting their knees, and inching the hems up. "Now don't cum too early, Clydesdale, or you'll have too much time before your class tonight." Stacie warned, as she put her foot full throttle on his cock and balls, pinning his cock against his belly and his balls down. When she mashed his genitals side to side into his body, he came in a gushing orgasm, to the delight of the three present. He was made to clean up the mess he created and return to work. When they were each satisfied with their massages, Clyde was sporting a hardon again, since they continued their teasing by divesting themselves of their clothing little by little under the guise of being too warm. It was close to the time for Clyde to leave, and he didn't have the hardon problem in check yet, so he asked Stacie if she might be willing to do her thing for him in private. "Nonsense. Consider me a nurse already, and I'm visiting you on rounds. These are nursing students observing my duties so they themselves can be as proficient as I am at what I do." Stacie described. "Now nurses, this is Clydesdale. According to his chart, he is here with a hardon problem called 'Homo-erectus.' It says here he needs a massage." The others looked at Stacie quizzically. "No, not what you're thinking, we are to give him a prostate massage. Now, we position the patient like this. … " Clyde met Maggie just outside the Arts Building at 6:15. Clyde made one last stab at getting out of it, but Maggie had no backup plan, and he was stuck. She assured him, "If you feel a wave of panic in there, and get second thoughts, just think of what I'm going to do to show you my appreciation. Com'on." "Like what … ?" Clyde asked as Maggie took him by the arm to meet Dr. Baronger. "You'll see. Here we are, Studio D, Rm. 230. A couple of coeds were in chairs talking when Maggie took Clyde over to a desk to meet the teacher's assistant. He was introduced to a tall, maybe 5' 11" strong looking woman named Terry, "Hi Sam, glad to meet you. Dr. Baronger will be along shortly to start the class. I'll see that you get ready." She waved for him to follow her to behind the screen close to the desk. "So Maggie tells us you are a weight lifter." "Ah well, I'm just starting out you see." Clyde said. "That's great, if you end up competing, this kind of work will help you with poise. Now you can put your things there. You can wait in this robe here. Did you bring your own posing pouch?" "Ah, no." "Well, then you are welcome to the school's wardrobe collection in here. I'll leave you to your business and I'll be right out here if you need me." Clyde sat for a minute worrying about having the nerve to go through with it. He decided to just take one step at a time. "For now," he thought, "I'll just get undressed and into a posing pouch, whatever that is." He looked into the chest and found several thong and bikini type things. It was clear that just his genitals would be covered in this ordeal. He found a flesh colored thong pouch figuring that if he looked totally nude, it would not be an issue. He sat in a short robe with three-quarter length sleeves, listening to the commotion and chatter. Maggie came around the corner. "How's it going?" "I'm nervous." Clyde admitted. "When you feel nervous, just think of the two of us on a desert isle together without a care in the world." Maggie offered. "Good evening class." Dr. Baronger said entering "Got to go. Good luck, and thank you." Maggie said, blowing him a kiss. Maggie was replaced at the screen's edge by a mid-thirties woman in large glasses, hair done up tightly on her head wearing a white smock that covered her clothes completely although it only came to her mid-thigh. "Good evening. I'm Dr. Baronger. We'll have you come out now." Clyde's heart raced as he came around the screen to see the room filled with coeds eager to begin their class. "Terry, pose 29 please." Dr. Baronger went on to explain light and shadow and its role in depicting three dimensionality and the volume of objects in a two dimensional medium. Terry worked with Clyde to get in a pose that had him sidesaddle along the edge of a bench. His head was in profile looking off to the left. His torso faced the front with a hand resting on either side of him on the bench's front edge. His legs were in profile up against the front edge with his knees pointing to the left; his legs were scissored apart with the right knee down and the leg resting on the ball of the right foot. The left leg was up resting flat on the sole of his foot to the left of him. Terry asked him if he'd have any trouble holding that pose, and he indicated he wouldn't. "… so do a quick sketch of what you see." Dr. Baronger instructed, and started to walk around looking at the results. Aside from Clyde's heart pounding loudly in his ears and feeling he was several shades of red more than normal, he felt he might actually make it through the class after all. Dr. Baronger picked up a couple of sketches and looked to be frustrated to a degree with what she saw. "This … and this … every one of these are showing little shadowing. Everything looks too smooth. Okay, I realize we have a subject tonight with smooth muscle tone like a swimmer. Terry let's lose the pouch and create some more challenging topography for them tonight. That might do it ..." Clyde's eyes opened wide and he momentarily turned his head toward the professor in disbelief as he realized the ramifications of her instructions. He looked around and caught Maggie's eye momentarily before returning to his pose. She looked down embarrassed for him because, without the pouch, his genitals would be on display like Adam's on the Sistine Chapel Ceiling. "May I have this Sam?" Terry asked not waiting for an answer, and untied the last vestige of modesty Clyde had. Even Dr. Baronger skipped a beat in her lecturing to do a subtle double take when she realized that Clyde's genitals, in addition to his entire body, were completely shaved. "Okay," Clyde thought, "Think unsexy thoughts. Unsexy thoughts. Shit! That Maggie, she'd better pay me back for this humiliation. And it'd better be good … like she should have to dance and strip naked for me while I get to watch." Clyde tried to glance Maggie's way to see if she was picking up the thoughts in his mind. He didn't want her to forget the deal. She'd better pay up. I'd bet that hot body of hers is pretty cute. Oh shit. Stop thinking about Maggie nude. Oh shit! It's doing it. Oh god …" Clyde momentarily looked down at "Jimmy" to find his body's ultimate betrayal to him, the unwanted erection. "Quick, think about Maggie putting her clothes back on. Shit. Now what do I do. Clyde's erection was throbbing and twitching. He thought of all kinds of unpleasant things. He thought about being scolded by his mother. He thought about other embarrassing moments. And, finally, he got a downward trend happening, with an internal sign of relief. "… and shadow. Also, depicting reflection will show volume. Terry, would you please oil the subject while I adjust the lighting." Dr. Baronger requested. Terry brought a bottle of baby oil over to Clyde and poured some in her hands. "We'll just put this on like this." She said applying the oil to his shoulders and back. She applied the oil to his legs and he grew another woody. She hid a smile from the class as she grazed Clyde's balls with her finger tips while working inside his thighs. Then she took his right hand, turned it palm up, and poured some oil in it. "Why don't you apply it yourself for this last part. I don't want to be responsible for what may happen." Clyde reluctantly smeared the oil over his cock and balls. He shuddered when he coated the tip and looked sheepishly around for a split second to register if anybody noticed the reaction. "I've got to get my Jimmy to calm down. Jeez, she has me calling my penis by a name now." Clyde thought to himself. Terry handed him a towel to wipe his hand off with, then placed it on the bench where he would be placing his hand. Clyde concentrated on as many other things as he could to divert his mind from his excitement. When he was successful finally at zoning out from the goings on, his boner finally subsided. At a certain point he noticed his success, and turned his head to scan the class proudly, expecting to see them all drawing diligently. Rather, he found the coeds in the front rows toying with their clothing impishly when they figured they could get away with it without Dr. Baronger catching them. Clyde reflexively stopped his scanning to fixate on blouse buttons unbuttoning, legs crossing in exaggerated fashion, fingers tracing pouting lips, and all sorts of other harmless ploys to get his hormones flowing again. He would try to resume is posing to the left, but strained to look out the side of his right eye at the teasing going on for his benefit. Clyde was less concerned about the third hardon he now had. None of the others had been a big deal. Until … "Will subject please keep it up or down. These are comparative series sketches and they need the same pose for each one." Dr. Baronger called to Clyde from the back of the room. Clyde was mortified at the direction. It drew way more attention to his woody than he was comfortable with. "Now that it is back up, and since most of these drawings are of it while up, will you please do what you need to do to keep it up. Thank you" The class seemed endless. The lighting was changed from several directions to create shadowing and reflection possibilities for everyone in the room. After Clyde was required to keep it up, the game to tease him dissolved. When Clyde started to finally get his wish to have his erection go down, he had to think of sexy thoughts to keep it up. The island theme seemed to work pretty well for him, Maggie with her lips on his cock, then Maggie frigging herself while he watched, and finally Maggie straining to lower and raise herself down and up an island fertility object. But, a sense of shame filled him when the images didn't come in fast or strong enough to keep his penis solid, and he finally had to touch it a bit to keep it going. "Thank you, Subject." Dr. Baronger called from the floor, acknowledging his effort to follow her instructions. Before class ended, he needed to rub his erection fairly often and vigorously to maintain the stiffness he had earlier when it had a mind of its own. Class ended with Dr. Baronger standing next to Clyde asking the class to thank him with applause, and to please put their names on the sketches they were turning in selected from the ones they did during the class. They each passed right by Clyde, who was wiping himself down with the towel to get as much oil off as possible. They gave him every manner of kittenish and coquettish smiles as they passed. Maggie was next to last in line and mouthed "I'll wait for you out front." As she passed in her work. When everyone had left, including Terry, Dr. Baronger approached Clyde before he could get up from the bench. "I want to personally thank you for making such an effort to be prepared for this session tonight." She said taking off her smock to reveal a white long-sleeved blouse tented out by her womanly features, a short but business style skirt, and high heels that were all business as well. "You're welcome, Ma'am." He replied, accepting credit where he could get it. "I have never seen anyone shave all of their hair so that the students would have to concentrate on nothing but the contours of your nice body." She said, taking off her glasses, and letting down her long straight hair. Then standing with her hands on her shapely hips, she said, "I expected maybe your legs, arms, and torso since I was told you were a weightlifter." She walked over to the door, pulled down the shade, locked it, and came back saying, "But, I'm very impressed that you did your manhood as well. Your skin is so smooth, it makes me want to touch it." Clyde swallowed with difficulty. "May I?" Clyde nodded. His erection was working his way back to attention on its own. She put a hand on his shoulder and glided it down his arm taking the robe down with it, while unbuttoning her blouse with the other. She straddled the bench behind him and unbuttoned the remaining buttons while commenting on the smooth feel of his skin. She reached back and unhooked her bra and slid it off, then pulled him back to her nipples with her hands on his deltoids. She scooted forward to mash her breasts into his back, nuzzling her cheek into his neck. "I'm sorry you needed to keep it up for most of the class. I'll make it up to you now, if you like." She said sliding her hands down to his stomach to his shaved pubic area. Clyde tried to nod his eager assent, but her nuzzling had him just moan it instead. She sent her hands down a little ways along the tops of his thighs instead of continuing down between them, driving him a little crazy with anticipation. Then her hands left him altogether, and he could feel her body retreat off of his back. "Would you help me with this?" She asked standing and stepping off the bench. "Yes Ma'am!" Clyde said emphatically after turning around to see as perfect a set of breasts on a woman of any age he had ever seen or imagined in his lifetime. The professor turned around showing him the zipper. He reached for it and pulled it down relishing every click that was making way his view of her panty covered rear. After the skirt fell, she turned and put her wrists on his shoulders allowing all the looks he wanted of her body before asking him to please lower her panties for her. As the panties fell the rest of the way to the floor from her legs padding in place, Clyde hugged his face into her furry triangle, as if by reflex, causing Dr. Baronger to moan now. She guided him up with her hands, and backed him up to, then down onto the bench. She swung her shapely, athletic leg over his head and straddled her pussy over his face. Clyde knew what to do and crunched up to give her an acknowledging kiss. "Oh you wonderful man, you," She uttered, and kissed the base of his cock to signal back her intentions. She lowered her cunt to his face and he started a steady and artful tongue lashing of her zone from the experience he had gained at the Beta Delt house. She moaned and licked his cock up and down while trying to carry on a one way conversation with him. "Um, Sam, that's nice. You know how to treat a woman right. Umm, Sam, were you told there would be, umm, some money in the job tonight?" Sam stopped, as if to check if he heard her right. Then when she resumed on him, he resumed on her. "Sam," she said, then put his whole cock in her mouth for a second, "my budget is really tight for this department. Oh yes, that's nice please don't stop that, yes that. Umm, might I pay you this time by doing this some more of this for you?" She said, then put her mouth over the head of his penis and swirled her tongue around its corona before he could say anything. She stopped, "If it's yes, don't say a thing, just do what you're doing and don't stop." Then she put her mouth back on, not giving him a break in the sensation long enough to rally his forces to have her stop. "Oh Sam." She said with her mouth full of his sausage. "Oh Sam, tha … UMMMM …" She said moaning and sucking, as her body rocked through her own uncontrollable orgasm. When she was collected enough to concentrate fully on her task, she had Clyde reeling from the most impressive mouth job he'd ever thought possible. He was so limp following his after contractions, he nearly fell asleep due to exhaustion from the total day's events. He snapped awake instinctively before going completely under and found Dr. Baronger looking fairly businesslike again buttoning up the last few buttons of her blouse. "Uh, I guess it's time for me to go now." He said, padding over to the screen to quickly put his clothes back on. When he stepped out from behind the screen, Dr. Baronger was ready with her business suit back on, hair done up, glasses back in place, and her briefcase in her hand. "Thank you very much Sam. You did a very good job." She said holding the door open for him. He hurried on ahead, in case Maggie was waiting for him. She was sitting on the front steps worried and bored when Clyde showed up. "What took you so long? I thought maybe you'd ducked out a back way because you were mad at me or something." "Why should I be mad at you?" Clyde asked with a smile." "Well, uh, I don't know. But what were you doing for so long?" She inquired. "Well, I had to clean up, and then she had me wait." He answered. "Wait for what exactly?" She asked puzzled. "For my payment, of course." He replied with a smile. Comments are welcomed and appreciated: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com To follow the continuation of this story and others, bookmark the totally free "Spunk's Place" found at: /~spunknwagnels