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(Note from Shalon: It is with great embarrassment that I realize I
forgot to send the new chapters to ASSM when updating the webpage and
SOL. So, here are the new chapters -- all four of them. We'll be
updating Prudence twice a week (or one big update, depending on how
the breaks fall) through the end of January at a minimum. Take a look
at our main website, http://playground.pele.cx, for more information.)

Standard disclaimers apply; this story may or may not contain, in any
given part, graphic depictions of lesbianism, homosexuality, group sex,
bdsm, underage (teen) sex, magic, occultism, violence, and biting 
sarcasm.  If you're underage, or if for any other reason it's illegal 
for you to read this, or you're disturbed by the content, please don't 
read it.

Archived at http://prudence.pele.cx, and we've got a web-forum at
http://playground.pele.cx/forums as well, for discussion of both
Prudence and our other stories. Send an email to velvet@pele.cx and
I'll add you to the mailing list to be notified when Prudence
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Velvet
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Mark woke up first.  The girls had spread out, taking up most of
the bed.  Kayla had wrapped herself up in the blankets, pulling
them mostly off of him, and Kristen was draped over her, using
her breasts as a pillow with her lower body sprawled across
Mark's hips.  Between the two of them, they'd nearly shoved him
off the super-sized bed and he woke up with one leg hanging off.

For a moment, he lay there, just enjoying the feeling of the two
girls against him. But, of course, the leg that wasn't off the
bed was totally asleep, along with his inner shoulder and arm.
And his bladder was protesting strongly against the position of
Kristen's knee. He sighed and started to carefully work his way
free from the tangled limbs, noting as he did so that Kristen was
still glowing quite brightly. The glow was easily visible, even
with the morning sunlight coming through the curtain.

He decided to take a quick shower while he was up, and they were
still sleeping by the time he got back, having taken advantage of
his absence to sprawl over the _entire_ bed. He sat in the chair
by the bed, watching them, mostly enjoying the view but with a
faintly worried expression on his face. They slept totally
bonelessly, just sprawled in a snuggly pile. Kristen's hair
trailed across Kayla's body and fell off the far side of the bed.
One of Kayla's hands was buried it in, holding securely.

Kayla was the next to wake. She didn't open her eyes, though,
just groped around blindly on the bedside table until Mark walked
over and placed her glasses in her fumbling hand. She stuck them
on her face and yawned, then opened sleepy grey eyes, assessing
her position while he stood there, looking worried.

"I'm  stuck, looks like," she grumbled quietly, but she was
softly stroking Kristen's hair as she did so. She looked up at
him curiously. "S'wrong? You're not feeling guilty or some such
shit, are you?"

"No." He managed a weak little smile. "Not at all. Except . . . "
He took a deep breath, then said, "For someone who's thinks she's
not beautiful, you did a really good job of getting me so turned
on last night that I forgot to ask a very big question."

"Huh?" she said, then her eyes widened in sudden comprehension.
"Oh, _shit_."

Mark turned pale. "Please, please, _please_ tell me you aren't
answering the question with a 'no'," he begged.

"Um. I _intended_ to use a condom. I have some."

He sank to the floor, face deathly white. "Oh my gods. Oh gods.
Oh gods," he moaned.

"Don't panic, lemme count real quick." She mumbled for a minute.
"Okay . . . by my calculations, should be safe by o good week.
And I'm pretty regular, so we'll know in another week anyway." He
just stared at her, looking utterly terrified.

"Course, it's been a hell of a difficult month," she added
thoughtfully. "Stressful."

Mark looked at her oddly . . . something was a bit off. "You
don't seem that worried," he said.

Her lips twitched, and he raised an eyebrow.

She lost her struggle to maintain a straight face entirely,
bursting out in a giggle. "I'm sorry, Mark. I couldn't resist."

He pursed his lips. "You're on the pill, aren't you?"

"For the past couple of years." She grinned at him. "I have
endometriosis, to, that's why, so I'm not particularly fertile to
begin with. It's just . . . your _face_. Sorry."

He stood up. "You. Are. Getting. A. Spanking."

"Shhhhh . . . " she said, eyes sparkling, "You'll wake Kristen
up."

"Fine," he said. "You get a delay of sentence until she wakes up,
you little vixen, but then . . . "

She giggled again. "Kris won't let you."

He raised an eyebrow. "No, she won't let me _tie you up_. She
never said anything about spankings."

"Betcha five bucks?" she asked, face smug.

He started to answer, then stopped. "Have you already talked to
her about this?"

"Not specifically, but she knew I was on the pill."

"I meant the spanking thing," he said.

"Oh, that. No, I haven't, but . . . " Her face sobered.
"Seriously, Mark, after what she told us, I don't think she'd
react too well. I honestly wouldn't mind, myself, but . . . " She
shrugged.

"She might not," he agreed, "But . . . I'm not going to tiptoe
around it, either. You seem to be a little kinky, and I'd like
her to be able to accept that, even if it's not something she's
interested in herself. And you never know -- it might be the
tying up thing in specific."

"Could be," she said, "And I don't plan on hiding things from
her. But I'm also not going to make her confront things that
might hurt her on the very first day after her wedding, either."

He smiled and reached out to caress her cheek. "I'm just teasing
you, Kayla. Not that I'm not going to threaten to spank you, but
I don't actually intend to do it." He paused. "Well, unless she
decides you deserve it for doing that to me." He grinned. "I've
actually got something far, far worse than a spanking in mind for
you."

She looked suspicious. "Oh?"

He just smiled mysteriously.

"C'mon," she insisted, "You _owe_ me. I wore a damned _dress_ to
your wedding."

He nodded. "And you looked damned beautiful in it, to, by the
way, in case I was too out of it to say so."

She shrugged. "Dresses are historically men's way of hobbling
women so they can't run away. But Kris wanted me to wear one, and
since she couldn't have the wedding dress and flowers and
everything, the least I could do was wear a skirt." She stroked
Kristen's hair lovingly.

"You _were_ beautiful in it," he said softly. "I assume that,
given the events last night, she had a . . . talk with you,
yesterday?"

"We talked, yes," she said quietly.

"I'm not trying to pry, but . . . what exactly did she tell you?"
he asked. "If you are comfortable talking about it, that is."

"She didn't tell me she loved me, if that's what your after. I
don't think she _can_. But she gave me hope."

He nodded. "She and I had a long talk about things Friday night."
He hesitated, waiting to see if they'd talked about that.

"She mentioned that. It seemed to have helped her," Kayla said.

Mark looked relieved. "Good. I thought it did, but . . . I wasn't
a hundred percent sure she wasn't trying to show me what she
thought I wanted to see. I didn't think so, but . . . she might
do that."

"Yeah." Kayla nodded. "She might."

"I try to make sure she knows that I want to know the _truth_
about how she feels, but . . . I figure it's got to be hard to
believe that, given everything." He paused uncomfortably, then
asked, "How are _you_ going to feel if she just wants to be
friends who have sex?"

"That would be more than I had before, Mark."

He nodded. "True, I just . . . " He sighed, looking at Kristen,
then at Kayla. "I want us all to be happy, you know? And 'all'
includes you."

She smiled. "I know. But you have no idea how easy that is in my
case."

"Oh?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow.

She shrugged. "It just doesn't take much. I didn't ever expect to
have _anything_ with her. I never expected to even see her
happy."

He reached out, stroking her cheek gently. "That's enough for
you, isn't it?" he asked softly. "You'd still be happy if you
were stuck on the sidelines, watching, as long as she was happy."

She nodded solemnly. "That's what I've always wanted."

Mark leaned over, kissing her gently on the lips. "Thank you for
loving her."

She returned the kiss, then smiled up at him. "I do love her.
But, um . . . if I don't get out from under her, they're gonna
charge us extra for cleaning this mattress."

He grinned. "My, you _are_ kinky!"

"Oh, hush. Help me get outta here without waking our baby up,
huh?"

He helped her gently move Kristen to the side, and she squirmed
out from under her and darted for the bathroom.

Kristen sighed in her sleep and rolled over onto her stomach in
the middle of the bed. She showed no signs of waking, even when
Mark slid into bed beside her.

Kayla also took advantage of being up to take a shower; a nice,
long, hot shower. When she came back, toweling her hair dry, she
asked, "Still asleep?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He patted his lap, "Come snuggle?" She
blushed, but crawled onto the bed.

"Why the blush?" he asked.

She shrugged uncomfortably. "Still not used to wandering around
naked with other naked people."

Mark wrapped his arms around her, holding her on his lap. "Well,
I hope you have the chance to get used to it." He kissed  her
gently. "What exactly did she say that gave you hope? Or is that
something you aren't comfortable talking about?"

"I . . . it was more her attitude.  She made it feel plain that
she did want me here.  I wasn't sure she wasn't just . . .
y'know.  But now I am."

He nodded and held her, both of them silent for a long while
before he said, finally, "I can't tell you whether she loves you,
Kayla. I don't think she even knows, yet, and if she did it would
be her place to tell you, not mine. I can tell you that she
_does_ want you around. One of her objections to even trying a
three-way relationship was . . . well, you couldn't live with us,
you know. And she was afraid that having to go home every night
would make you feel . . . well, like we didn't want you around.
And she didn't want to make you feel like that."

She nodded.  "Well, I'll admit that I am jealous that you get to
sleep cuddled up with her every night now.  And the few times
I've stayed . . . it makes it really suck to have to sleep alone
again.  But I'm a practical sorta person, and reality is as
reality is.  Maybe someday it will be different."

He smiled, kissing her. "I wouldn't object to that at all. After
all, y'all won't be going to college in Prudence, and things are
different in the Big City."

Kayla sighed. "Is she _ever_ going to wake up?"

He raised an eyebrow. "In a hurry or something?"

"No, actually, just kinda starting to worry. Kris is a morning
person."

Mark looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, every time she's
glowed, she's ended up asleep. I wonder . . . "

Kayla giggled. "Like a kitten with a belly full of milk."

He nodded. "Actually, I'm wondering if it's exactly like that.
You know how puberty can be delayed in people who don't have
proper nutrition? Maybe she's catching up on things that should
have happened over the last few years, all at once."

"So . . . like what?" Kayla frowned thoughtfully.

He shrugged. "I have no idea, honestly. But . . . remember how
she was floating the other day? Maybe there are abilities she's
developing, like that. I don't know."

"Hmm . . . think one of them might be to hide the glow? I hate
for her to have to stay hidden when she's feeling the best."

"That would be nice," Mark said, "I think . . . Her dad said her
mother could hide the glow, so that probably is one."

"Good," she said. "Did he say how often her mom glowed? I'd like
to keep her like this, but I don't know if it's good for her. I
mean, if we eat too much, we get health problems."

He shook his head. "No, and I think he had more trouble getting
her mother to glow, even though she had less of an . . .
appetite. But he also said that she glowed throughout the entire
time she was pregnant."

"So. Huh. I wonder why?"

Mark shrugged. "He said she didn't seem to _need_ sex, either.
Which makes sense, logically -- in most cultures, a pregnant
female will have more trouble finding someone willing to have sex
with them. Plus, I'm not sure, but sometimes isn't it physically
impossible to have sex when you're pregnant?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You're not thinking of getting her
pregnant, are you?" she asked sharply.

"Gods, no!" he said, shocked.

"Well, you never know," Kayla said, "Guys sometimes have weird
ideas."

He shook his head. "No, I have no intention of that. And while it
might be possible to have normal sex at some points in pregnancy
-- that's not something I have experience with -- she seems to be
able to feed just from going down on me." His eyebrows went up.
"In fact, she started glowing last night as soon as you came the
first time, even though she wasn't the one making you come."

"Huh," Kayla said thoughtfully. "I wonder what to think of that .
. . wonder how she'd look after attending an orgy."

Kristen blinked sleepily and said "mmmm?" just as Mark laughed.
"My you _are_ kinky, Kayla," he said.

"Hm?" Kristen yawned. "Wha' r we doin'?"

He leaned over and kissed her. "Kayla was _mean_ to me this
morning, love. She let me think she wasn't on the Pill and get
scared."

Kristen giggled. "Really, love, do you think we're _idiots_?"

"_I_ think she needs a spanking," he said. "What do you think?"

"I think you should apologize for assuming she's dumb enough to
sleep with you without birth control," she said.

He shook his head. "Not dumb, love. I just don't assume everyone
has a perfect memory." He paused before asking, "So you don't
think I should take her over my knee and give that spankable
little ass of hers what she deserves?"

Kristen frowned. "Better not. I'll bite you."

Kayla grinned. "You owe me five bucks."

Mark caressed Kayla's stomach. "Oh, you never know. She seems to
be a kinky little thing. She might like it." He looked
thoughtful. "Which probably means it wouldn't work, anyway.
Sorry, Kayla, but you have to suffer the consequences. With that,
he began to tickle her.

She squealed and leapt away from him, but he pursued, tickling
mercilessly until Kristen ran her tongue up his instep.

"Aaaaah!" he yelled, and Kayla snickered, then both girls leapt
at him. He fought back as best he could, until they ended up
sprawled all over the bed, panting.

"You still owe me five bucks. Bastard," Kayla said, breathlessly.

He shook his head. "Do not. She hasn't actually _forbidden_ me to
spank you." He lightly tapped her ass. "See? She's not stopping
me." He stuck out his tongue. "We never specified how _hard_ I'd
spank you."

"Weasel," Kayla said. "You'd think _you_ were the lawyer's kid."

Mark was watching Kristen for her reaction, and caught her slight
frown, even though she didn't say anything. He reached over for
her, hugging her close, and whispered in her ear, "It's just a
game, love. I wouldn't hurt her."

She smiled, just the tiniest bit strained. "I know that, Mark."

He kissed her again. "I love you." He was no longer spanking
Kayla, but was instead caressing her ass.

Kristen sighed happily. "I'm sorry I'm touchy. I had weird dreams
last night."

"Oh?" he asked.

She shrugged. "Just nightmares. But I don't think I slept all
that well. Makes me cranky, and I still feel all groggy."

He looked at her with a thoughtful frown. "You seemed to sleep
really well, love. Do you remember the nightmares?"

She shook her head. "Not really, just bits and pieces."

"What do you remember?" he asked.

Kristen shifted uncomfortably, sitting up and wrapping her arms
around her knees. Mark moved behind her, holding her gently --
not in any way that would restrict her motion, but just letting
her know he loved her. She sighed and said, "Um . . . there was a
guy with a knife, and I was tied to a tree, and it was really
dark. He hated me for some reason, and I knew he was going to
kill me." She shivered. "That's it."

Mark frowned, hugging her, and Kayla rolled over, wrapping an arm
around Kristen's hips. "Not fun," Mark said. "Were you wearing
anything?"

She whispered, "No."

He cuddled her close. "Those definitely don't sound like fun
dreams."  He hated the pale, scared look on her face, so he bent
and nibbled her ear. "Why don't we try to give you something else
to think about?"

She smiled, pushing aside her bad mood. "That sounds nice."

Of course, once they were done, she was glowing even more. Not
quite as brightly as when they went to sleep the night before,
but still very bright.

He looked at her thoughtfully. "You know, we've got a mirror
right here. Why don't you try to hide the glow, while there's a
mirror to use."

"Um, okay," Kristen said. "Lunch is sounding kinda good, anyway."
She looked into the mirror, smiling. "It is kinda pretty, though,
isn't it?"

He nodded. "It's . . . amazing, is what it is."

She giggled. "I'm a firefly!"

He squeezed her ass. "No, more of you glows than just this."

She grinned. "Shhh . . . you're distracting." She watched her
image, concentrating. The glow pulsed strongly, then started to
dim. It seemed most reluctant to leave her hair and eyes, though
it also clung to her fingertips. It kept fading, slowly, until
only the slightest flicker remained in her gold-auburn curls,
like she was in direct sunlight even in the dim room. Her eyes
were just slightly more luminescent than was really believable,
and her skin looked a bit too pale, too perfect to be real. She
sighed. "Best I can do."

He nodded. "It's enough, I think. You just look fucking good like
that. No pun intended." He glanced at Kayla for her opinion.

She nodded as well. "I don't think we'll have a problem with
people thinking you're an alien or anything. We may have to beat
off gangs of hormonal teenage boys, but we can do that."

Mark grinned. "Yup."

Kristen laughed happily, and they headed out to find lunch, after
getting dressed of course.

The day was spent in whimsical fun, doing anything that struck
their fancy, and included much laughter and joy.
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