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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 22 of 53
Universe: The Pact
Summary: In the summer between their Junior and Senior years of high school
three young men make a pact to handle their sexual supply problems by
seducing each other's mothers.
Content: mmF oral mast

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 22

        Teela was dealing with the aftermath of the encounter, which had
gone all wrong, from her point of view!  "God!  The NERVE of them, trying to
put the moves on us in the middle of the mall!"

        Sally was smilling vaguely.  She caught herself and retorted, "Huh?
I didn't get 'moved' on -- Lon was being nice!  Besides, wasn't that what we
were here for?  To see if somebody -- anybody -- would notice?"  Teela's
reaction to Lon didn't make much sense to her; from where she sat, it was a
pleasant encounter with a guy who she had previously considered absolutely
unattainable -- and Teela had done her best to ruin it!

        Teela seethed, trying to figure out how she could recover things.
HER objective for the day and the stated objective were two radically
different things -- and Lon, while he had accomplished the stated objective,
had torched -- or at least delayed -- Teela's hidden agenda by quite a bit!

        Teela had given up on boys -- well, not totally, but for the near
term.  Eventually, she planned to lower her standards until the acceptable
and the achievable matched, somewhere -- but at this rate, she would be
thirty before she identified a likely candidate.  In the meantime, solo
masturbation was becoming a bore...

        That's where Sally came in.  Teela had been slowly desensitizing
Sally to the idea of girl-girl fun for some time.  She was a perfect choice;
she was sweet natured, she could be led -- and best of all, she was Teela's
friend!  Teela had decided about four months previous that she wanted her
pussy licked -- bad! -- and she had been slowly paving the way through a
series of salacious activities at sleep-overs and other 'slips' of nudity
and familiarity -- including the occasional public display of affection of
some type.  This, too, was deliberate; if boys decided they were lesbians,
then that would isolate Sally even more...

        Today's exercise was to get Sally out in an outfit that she
considered daring, but would attract no male attention, whatsoever --
softening Sally up even more on the heels of the disappointment.  But Hunky
Boy and his curly companion with the big mouth had come along and fucked
things up by validating Sally's outfit!  All Teela could do now was to fall
back on the idea that it was all a trick on their part to get into Sally's
panties...

        Therefore...  "Well, yeah, that was the plan," Teela admitted, "But
I didn't intend to draw a couple of letches who were just looking for a
quick blowjob!  They'd have kicked us to the curb in no time!  Do you REALLY
think you're gonna get the time of day from the likes of Lon Carpenter?"

        "Well, he was talking to me!" Sally protested.

        "Maybe," Teela agreed, "but it would only last as long as it took
for him to get his hands on your jugs!  Jeez, Sally!  Wake up!  Guys like
him flex their muscles and girls come running!  You expect him to be serious
about YOU?"

        "I don't remember seeing him with a line waiting..." Sally argued.

        "Probably because he does them all in secret!" Teela spat.
"Besides, look at his friend!"

        Sally looked amused.  "He had YOUR number!"

        "I was trying to help!"

        "Well, you weren't -- and he made a fool out of you!" Sally flashed
back.

        "He called me names, too!" Teela ranted.

        "While he was telling you what nice tits you have," Sally observed
coolly.  "I'm guessing that that was the most attention you've gotten from a
guy since I've known you!"

        "Some attention!" Teela complained -- but she looked back at the
table where the boys were sitting, a thoughtful expression on her face.
While she watched, the boys got up and headed for the door.  "Well, they're
done for now..."

        "If they are done forever, I am NOT going to be happy!" Sally
announced, acid lurking in her tone.  "YOU should think about YOUR options
-- that other guy wasn't that bad, considering how YOU were acting!"

        "WHAT?" Teela howled.  "He was bossy and abusive and
insufferable..."

        "And you were just as sweet as pie, weren't you?" Sally returned,
cocking her head and popping her eyes.  "He treated you like you treat
Fluffy -- probably because you were acting like him!"  Fluffy was Teela's
pet dog -- one of those dust-mop creatures who think they weight one hundred
pounds and have foot-long fangs...

        "He stuck his..."

        "Did he?  I didn't see it!  What did it look like?" Sally prodded.
She popped her eyes, made an 'O' of her mouth and covered it.  "Was it big?"

        "Sally!  Dammit!" Teela whined.

        "Well?  You ran off what was just about the only boys EVER to pay
attention to us!" Sally replied waspishly.  "I wanna know why?"

        "I don't know," Teela sulked.  She couldn't admit the REAL reason,
and now she wondered if it was even relevant...  One thing was certain;
Sally was going to be in no mood to be led by the nose today...

        "Come on, let's go get a pretzel," Sally offered.

        "Okay."

        Sally watched her friend out of the corner of her eye; she wasn't
nearly as stupid as Teela sometimes seemed to think she was -- she was
merely tolerant of her friend's many foibles.  While she didn't have a
handle on today's hidden agenda, for instance, she knew Teela was up to
something -- and she knew what, too, generally.  She had also spent more
than enough time with Teela to know that she was NOT a lesbian -- and that
her current pet project would fall by the wayside if anything decent in the
way of a boy approached her.  Sally was merely playing slow and dense in
this case in order to gain time and maneuvering room; she couldn't decide
whether she REALLY wanted to get into the kind of thing that Teela was
advocating, even as a stopgap solution.  What if she got into tongue rides,
and then Teela left?  THAT would be all she needed -- having to go hunting
for a bull dyke or something...  And what if she got a reputation as a
lezzie?  Boys were virtually impossible to come by NOW...  No, for now she
would pretend to be dense but trusting -- and make the call only when it was
completely necessary.

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        Beth wasn't home, so the guys headed for Lon's house -- only to find
all three women there.  Jean was civil, but acting a little weird; Lon's
Mama took one look at Rick and shook her head, claiming that she was tired
-- but she turned to Beth...  "Give them some head, Hon.  That'll hold 'em
until tomorrow.  Sorry, boys, Beth is being punished -- no pussy today.  But
you can face-fuck her..."  She looked at her watch.  "Hurry, though -- she's
got to go to work.  Take her down to the rec room..."

        Lon and Rick shared a glance.  Mama was running shit again --
something that made them both leery.  Still Beth gave a helluva blowjob...
Lon waved for Beth to lead the way back to the scene of recent excesses.

        As the trio disappeared into the stairwell, Jean announced
tentatively, "I-I should go..."

        Candace eyed her.  "Not yet, Hon.  Stay a while.  Come have coffee."
She took Jean's elbow and led her toward the kitchen.  Jean allowed herself
to be seated at a barstool and watched distantly as Candace made coffee.
"Talk to me," Candace prompted.

        "I... This is all...  Oral sex, artificial penises, what we did..."
Jean sputtered.

        "Things coming at you a little fast, Hon?" Candace queried.

        Jean sucked in a breath.  "Uh huh."

        "What's your biggest worry?"

        "I liked some of that stuff -- a lot," Jean replied slowly.  "I
don't know what that makes me."

        Candace pursed her lips.  "More adventurous than you thought you
were, basically.  Other than that..."  She shrugged.  "Anything specific?"

        "Well..."  Jean became apparently enthralled with the granite
countertop.  "The vibrator thing..."

        Candace shrugged.  "We ALL like vibrators, I think.  In our case, we
were just using the same one at the same time."

        "And your breasts?"

        "I asked.  You like it, too.  Nobody got hurt.  Are you afraid
you're moving to the other team, Hon?" Candace asked.

        "Um, well..." Jean squirmed uncomfortably.  "I've done a lot of that
stuff in the past couple of days -- a LOT!"

        "Well, having Lon lick you doesn't count," Candace argued, putting a
cup of coffee in front of her friend.  "Was there anything seriously
different between him and, say..." she paused momentarily, "me?"

        "I... guess not," Jean admitted.  "No.  But it raises something
else...  I got this rush, kind of, from the control...  And doing Beth with
the vibrator brought the same thing -- kind of a guilty pleasure..."

        Candace shrugged.  "That's nothing, Hon.  So you want to be a bad
girl occasionally -- so what?  Don't worry about it.  As to the other thing,
I think you're in the process of discovering that pleasure can come from
more than one source -- and that's probably a good thing, too."

        "If you say so," Jean replied, dubiously sipping her coffee.

        "If you're worried, Hon, go back to the basics.  Have Toby come over
and give you a good going over and see if there is really any competition.
I guarantee that there won't be."  Candace sipped her coffee reflectively.
"You're just broadening your horizons -- very rapidly.  Some of it can't be
helped.  Oh, you can avoid some of it -- but things have changed in our
little group in the last week or so, and they're going to again.  If you can
point to something and say, 'I don't like to do that', that's one thing.  If
the thing you want to say is 'I don't think I SHOULD do that', then you need
to look hard at why.  If there aren't any good, solid reasons out there,
then the basis is probably because you don't want to be perceived as a slut.
Well, Hon, I'M a slut, and sluts have more fun!"  Candace grinned over her
coffee cup.  "Nobody in THIS group is going to point fingers -- except at
Beth, who gets a naughty thrill out of being the target."

        Jean shook her head, "I still don't understand that."

        "Remember that nasty thrill you got, sticking that vibrator against
her clit, knowing you were gonna make her cum despite what I was doing to
her?" Candace asked.  "Well, what Beth has is the flip side of that.  She
enjoys having shit done to her.  She likes being called a dirty slut because
it frees her to do whatever anyone tells her to do.  Blackmail is a way for
her to excuse doing the nastiest things anybody can think of -- because
she's being blackmailed, she has no choice, and therefore isn't
responsible."  Candace sighed.  "Beth could get out from under my thumb like
that," she said, snapping her fingers, "but she won't, because she's happy
where she is."

        "But you beat her..."

        "... And I tell her what to do and I humiliate her and I lead her
around by the nose -- and I'll be setting some dangerous challenges for her
and making her do outrageous things," Candace replied.  "And it's all fine
-- she wouldn't have it any other way.  She craves attention -- even
negative attention -- and she wants to be told what to do.  She wants
someone else to be responsible for her life, in many ways -- it's a relief
to her, and if she has to be punished to get it, she can accept that."
Candace smiled crookedly.  "I can't get my head around it all the time --
most of that lecture came from a professional Dom I hooked up with for a
while."

        The pair of them sat musing for a while before Candace piped up
with, "Better?"

        Jean pursed her lips.  "The vibrator thing..."

        "Hon, if you decide that you want to get romantic about it, or
French kiss me while we're doing it, then it might be time to worry --
otherwise, it's mutual masturbation."  Candace chuckled.  "That was the
first time for me, too -- and I'm not all bent out of shape about it.
Chances are, we'll never get around to it again."

        "If you haven't used it before, where did it come from?" Jean asked.

        "Oh, I used it, once," Candace replied.  "On a man.  That Dom I was
telling you about swung both ways -- or at least enough to work over
subbies.  That's how I knew that nasty big dork would fit in Beth's ass..."

        "Wow!" Jean shook her head.  Candace was full of surprises...

                       ----------------------------------

        Downstairs, Lon was collecting another award-winning blowjob from
Beth, who was kneeling, nude, and allowing each of the males to maul one of
her big breasts.  Candace hadn't said that she couldn't do THAT, and
besides, they liked to play with them...

        "Go ahead and play with yourself," Lon offered.

        Beth backed off his cock, "I'm not allowed."

        "Hmph," Lon grunted.  "'That sucks..."  He scratched his head.  "Any
rules against having your pussy played with?"  Beth managed to transmit
'no', despite having his cock throat-deep.  "Rick?" Lon asked.

        "Sure."  Rick squatted and went after Beth's clitoris with three
fingers.

        "Mmmmmm," Beth groaned.  That felt SOOOO good!

        Lon got his share of gratitude from her moans vibrating his cock.
"Yeah, Baby!  Hum job!"  There was something primal about standing with your
cock in a woman's mouth while she makes every effort to swallow the thing...
Lon knew that some chicks couldn't -- or wouldn't -- do what Beth was doing
-- and they could FORGET hanging with HIM!  Blowjobs were Heaven!

        Rick buried a thumb in Beth's vagina to use as a pivot point for the
operation of his three fingers and Beth moaned in pleasure.  Since he was
working from behind her, she had worried initially that the condition of her
ass might scare him off -- but her sphincter HAD closed, sore and pulled out
of shape or not, and the red spots were no big deal -- except when she sat
down.  "Uuuummm, uuuuummmm, uuuummmm," she moaned as the rush of an orgasm
enveloped her.

        She dove on Lon's cock like there was no tomorrow, throat working,
and Lon grabbed her head to hold it to him as his nuts let go.  "JEEEZUS!
What a mouth!"  He poured the first two shots down her throat directly
before he remembered himself and backed off so she could have a taste.
"Thanks, Baby!  You're the greatest!"

        Beth swallowed and smiled up at him, "You're welcome, Sweetie!  Any
time!"  Turning to Rick, she cooed, "You're so sweet!  Come here and let me
pay you back!"  Smiling, she sucked in Rick's rock-hard member.

        Lon squatted behind her.  "How did you do it?" he asked Rick.

        "Put your thumb in her, then rub her clit with three fingers," Rick
gasped, already powerfully distracted.

        "Your ass is sure red," Lon observed.

        "Spanking," Beth choked out, then "Mmmmmm," as Lon's fingers went to
work.

        This was the up-side of their little deal, Rick reflected.  'Mom is
acting weird, and Candace is being bossy, but Beth...  Beth makes up for it.
Beth is gonna be hard to replace...'  His thoughts drifted to that little
bitch with the ring in her nose that gave him shit at the mall, 'Now if I
could train HER...'  Wonderful as her mouth was, Beth wasn't Rick's type,
physically.  It wouldn't stop him from fucking her, but there was no way he
was going to get romantic about it like Mom and Toby...

        Extraneous thought fell by the wayside as the pleasure built,
dragged along by Beth's incredible mouth work and her humming moans of
pleasure around his buried cock.  She knew just where to rub her tongue
against the base, too...  "AAAAUUUUUGGGHHH!!!"  Knees jumping, Rick let go
in the warm, wet bath of Beth's mouth.

        Rick staggered back, finished, but Beth remained squatting.  "Just a
little more, Sweetie, please?" she moaned, rocking a bit under Lon's
ministrations.  "Yesss...  Yesss...  Oh, YESSS!!!!" she wailed as a second
pop washed over her.  "Oh, thank you, Sweetie!  You boys are just the best!"
She stood up and hugged the pair, then started dragging on her clothes.
"I'm going to be late for work!"  The boys watched, bemused, as she fought
her way into her brassiere and made a run for the stairs while trying to
drag on her blouse.  "Thank you!  Lon, please ask your mother when I can
fuck again?  And whenever it is, day or night..."  Her voice drifted away up
the stairs, but they got the point.

        "Why can't they all be like that?" Lon wondered aloud.

        "No shit," Rick agreed.

                       ----------------------------------

        It was a slow and thoughtful Beth that arrived only five minutes
late for her shift that afternoon.  She was noticeably less flamboyant than
in recent days -- something easily picked up on by those watching her
closely.  Louise watched her settle gingerly into a task chair and asked,
"What's wrong, Beth?"

        Beth spent several seconds thinking about it before muttering,
"Nothing."

        Louise looked sympathetic.  "Rough night?"

        Another long pause ensued before Beth replied, "Very."  After a
moment's thought, she added, "If Dr. Rankin is in a rush, maybe you'd better
get yours first.  I'm... not up to it..."

        Louise chuckled.  "Did the boys wear you out?"

        "I wish," Beth replied.  "Let's not talk about that..."

        "Come on," Louise coaxed.  "Out with it!  What happened?"

        Reluctantly, Beth replied, "The girls were... unhappy... that I let
that whole thing slip. Very unhappy," she added glumly.

        "You look sore..." Louise offered.

        "Yeah," Beth rubbed her ass, looking unhappy.  "I'm cherry red back
there, among other things."

        "Somebody paddled your ass?  Are you guys into BDSM or something?"
Louise asked.

        "STOP THAT!" Beth wailed.  "Stop guessing things that can get me
into trouble!  When you do, it's STILL my fault -- and I end up paying for
it!"

        'Oho!'  Louise eyed her friend and colleague narrowly.  "How bad are
things, Hon?"

        "Bad," Beth replied.  "Obviously, we can't let the whole thing get
talked about.  Of course, they wouldn't believe that you just guessed most
of it, pulling things out of thin air.  Now they're worried that you might
wander off and tell someone..."

        Louise shook her head.  "That's personal stuff -- I wouldn't do
that.  So much for getting to play, I guess..."

        "Well..."  Beth looked uncomfortable.  "It's not their first choice
-- but, like I said, they're worried you'll wander out and blab.  Their
first choice is to have me offer you Dr. Rankin to buy you off."

        Louise thought a moment and waved negation, "He's a one-off, as far
as I'm concerned.  What's their second offer?"

        "They let you in -- but they get blackmail material to keep you
quiet.  Pictures," Beth related.

        Louise mulled this over.  "Pictures.  Dangerous."

        "Yes," Beth agreed.  "Very."

        "Isn't hearsay bad enough?" Louise asked.

        Beth raised her hands.  "That's the offer...  Maybe you can convince
them of that, after..."

        "If I'm an equal..." Louise began.

        Beth frowned in thought.  "But you won't be," she replied.  "For one
thing, you won't be bringing in any boys..."

        Louise froze.  "Boys?"

        "Ummm, yes..."  Beth flinched.  "I thought you pretty much had the
picture..."

        "No, that's right -- sons.  Right?" Louise confirmed.

        "Uh huh," Beth nodded.  "Each of us has a son.  Heck, it was THEIR
idea!"

        "I bet it was..."  Louise thought furiously.  "What if I brought
boys?"

        Beth's eyes popped.  "I--I don't know.  That was just kind of an
off-the-cuff thing...  I really need to talk to the girls."  She looked
anxious.  "I REALLY don't want another..."  She rubbed her ass.

        Louise eyed Beth.  "Being the middleman is painful, huh?"

        "You have NO IDEA!"

        "Okay, look -- I'll get back to you.  In the meantime, if your
little group has a spokesperson I can negotiate directly with, it will take
you out of the picture.  I don't have to know her name..."

        "That sounds good!  I'll ask!" Beth beamed gratefully.

        "Okay.  If that works, I'll ask the questions myself.  And I'll hold
back a few cards, to save your ass -- okay, Honey?"  Beth nodded vigorously.
"Now, what are we going to do about the good doctor?"

        Beth looked morose.  "I can't... entertain him right now -- and I'm
not allowed to, in any case.  I have to sort of bring him around for
inspection...  The girls don't see how I can keep him in the dark, if you
know what I mean..."

        Louise nodded.  "Yeah, I can see that.  It's a problem.  Are there
other problems, Hon?"

        Beth got quiet.  "There may be," she admitted.

        "What would you be telling him to get him to go out for this
inspection?"

        "That my, um, girlfriend wants to meet him?"

        "Ouch!  That's as in lezzie girlfriend?" Louise clarified.  Beth
nodded.  "Any truth to it?"

        Beth looked uncomfortable, but replied, "None of us are lesbians..."

        Louise tented her fingers.  "But..."

        "Louise!" Beth wailed.

        "Honey, I TOLD you I used to go to swinger's parties!  Do you think
they're all straight sex?  So you've shared around a little pussy juice --
so what?" Louise replied.  "I bet if one of them is beating your ass -- hard
-- she's not JUST a girlfriend, too..."

        "Louise!  Please!  Pretty please!  No more guesses!" Beth begged.

        Louise was unrepentant; clearly, she had what she needed to wring
the truth from Beth.  "How long have you been like this?"

        "Like what?" Beth eyed her sidelong.

        "Submissive."

        Beth's shoulders slumped.  "A long time," she admitted.  "But when
my ex left, things got quiet..."

        "Until now," Louise finished.  "Now, you have a Domme..."

        Tears leaked from Beth's eyes.  "Please...  No more..."

        Louise got up, walked over, and hugged the distraught woman.  "It's
all right, Hon.  I won't add to your problems -- more than I already have."
She rubbed Beth's back.  "Thank God Dr. Rankin is off -- we need time.  And
a new plan..."

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        When Candace's phone rang at eleven-thirty p.m. and her answer got
the response, "Mistress?" she figured that things had gone downhill even
further.

        "What have you done THIS time?" Candace asked.

        "I, uh, did what you told me to, Mistress," Beth replied carefully.
"I offered Louise Dr. Rankin, but she says he is just a passing thing.  So I
told her that we might let her join, but we want pictures, like you told me
to."

        "And?"

        "And she figures I'm just the go-between, so she asked if there was
anyone she could talk to directly.  Someone in authority."

        "And you said?"

        "I said I'd ask."

        "Were names mentioned?" Candace asked.

        "No, Mistress.  She told me she didn't need a name -- just a number.
She wanted to cut to the chase, sort of, she said.  She wants to know things
like will she be a full member..."

        "I see."  Candace pondered this.  "We'll talk about it at breakfast.
Get some sleep, Hon, and don't worry too much about it.  How's your ass?"

        "It hurts, Mistress -- inside and out!"

        "It's supposed to.  Nighty night!"

        "Good night, Mistress."  The pair hung up.

        "So what's gong on?"  Toby, who had been leaning against the
doorframe, listening, stepped into the room.

        "Holy--!"  Beth choked off a curse.  "You scared me to death!"

        "Sorry."  Toby wasn't, particularly, though.  "That was an
interesting conversation -- why don't you tell me about it?"

        Beth looked unhappy.  "I made a mistake," she related, then looked
perplexed.  "Although I'm not sure how..."

        "Okay..."

        "You know Louise?  Nurse Carter?"  Toby nodded.  "Well, she noticed
that I've been, well, more bouncy, lately, at work -- and she asked me about
it.  I tried to be noncommittal and not reveal anything, but she kept making
the most amazing guesses..."

        "Uh oh."  Toby grimaced.

        "Toby, I was really careful -- REALLY!  But she kept reading my mind
or something -- throwing out these guesses that should have been from left
field, but weren't!  And you KNOW how hard it is for me to tell a lie!" Beth
defended herself.

        "Yeah," Toby sighed.  Ma was a TERRIBLE liar -- two minutes
interrogation and he knew what was in his Christmas presents without
unwrapping them!  Ma didn't TELL you anything, but her face was a lie
detector -- watch her expression while you ask a question, and you knew when
you'd hit pay dirt...  Nurse Carter had known Ma long enough to have figured
that out -- but that didn't explain how she knew to ask the right
questions...  "How did she manage to come around to our specific thing?"

        "I do NOT know, Toby!" Beth swore.  "When she asked me about my
boyfriend, I told her that I didn't have one -- just a casual thing.  But
she nibbled away at it...  The only real mistake was when we got to
discussing men's... members..."

        "Cocks?" Toby grinned.

        "Penises," Beth replied primly, then gave up, "Okay, cocks.  I
stupidly compared yours to your father's, and that left me in a position of
having her think I'd..."

        Toby grunted.  "I get the picture."

        "After that, things went downhill..." Beth murmured miserably.  "The
bright side is that she wasn't scandalized, or anything -- apparently, she
likes to play, and she and her husband used to do swinger's parties..."

        Toby raised an eyebrow.  "And she wants in?"

        "Yes."

        "Candace and Jean know?"

        "Oh, BOY, do they know!"  Beth rubbed her sore ass!  "I've been
punished -- severely!  I can't sit!  And Candace had this HUGE strap-on
dildo...  I won't be doing much with my ass for a while..."

        Toby absorbed this.  "Remember to keep me apprised of such things,
Ma.  There are limits..."

        Beth sighed.  "Well, I deserved this, I guess -- although I STILL
don't know how we got there!"

        "Nurse Carter has a pretty dirty mind, I guess," Toby grinned.

        "Well, yeah..." Beth grinned in spite of herself.  "We were plotting
just who was going to get Dr. Rankin -- and when..."

        "Who's Dr. Rankin?"

        "A resident -- one who is suddenly interested in the new, perkier
me..." Beth primped and batted her eyelashes.

        Toby laughed.  "I can see that..."  Ma WAS happier -- THAT was
readily detectable!  Maybe that and a dirty mind was all it took...  "What's
the plan?"

        Beth sighed.  "It's on the rocks.  I'm going to have to let Louise
lay him first.  Candace says I can't have him unless she meets him and
passes on him.  She says he's gonna be tough to fit into our situation."

        "She's right," Toby agreed.

        "Yeah, maybe," Beth sighed.  "But..."

        "I understand," Toby nodded.  A guy closer to her age...  Even just
for a casual bout or two, it would be a validation that she WAS desirable to
more than just horny teenagers...  "Well, maybe we can insulate him.  But if
it goes beyond the minimums..."

        "Yeah," Beth sighed.  "It gets complicated."

        "Very."  Toby nodded.

        "Well, Candace meeting him already complicates things!" Beth
exclaimed.  "Do you know what she told me I should use as an excuse?  She
said I should tell him she's my lover..."

        "Huh," Toby grunted.  "Yeah, that's complicated..."  He turned it
over in his head -- no, this wasn't something he would interfere with.  He
shrugged.

        "I'm going to bed, I guess," Beth sighed.  "We're going to meet in
the morning to try to decide how to handle Louise.  I think I'm going to
pass her to Candace to deal with -- although I don't know how..."

        "If the cat is already out of the bag, Nurse Carter has blackmail
material," Toby opined.  "Does she know any names?"

        "No."

        "Any idea what the plan is?"

        "They had me hit her with the idea that she could join, but they
needed blackmail material on HER...  She didn't like it," Beth related.
"Somehow, the idea of second-class citizenship got out there -- something
stupid I said about her not being able to bring any boys to the group.  She
got kind of odd at that..."

        "Carter, Carter..." Toby mused.  "I know a couple of guys named
Carter.  She's black, right?"

        "Uh huh."

        "What did she say?" Toby asked.  "If she's related to these guys, we
could have our hands full..."

        "Well, she got thoughtful -- and kind of scary.  And she left it at
'boys', not 'boy'..." Beth related.

        "Well, it's additional entertainment, I guess, as long as nobody
gets racist..." Toby hazarded.  The Carter brothers -- if it was THEM, Ma
might just get enough to keep her busy...  "I suppose that Candace and Jean
will do what is best for everybody.  Keep me posted, Ma."

        "Yes, Toby."

        "Good night."

        "Good night, Son."  Beth headed for bed.

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