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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution
Part: 30 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: FF oral F-dom mF mm

The Pact:  Episode 1 -- The Elegant Solution

Chapter 30

        Candace was amazed; the active sex part of the party was over by
about three-thirty, and Beth took the Carter family back to the hospital
about five.  Candace had Beth come back, ostensibly to pick up Toby -- but
Toby left with Jean, so when she got back, Candace decided to get in a
little abuse.  "Come on up to my room, Hon -- my pussy's sore -- I want you
to lap it."   Beth didn't complain; soon the pair were naked on Candace's
somewhat-used bed (Toby, Lon and Jean had left a wet spot) and Beth was
lapping her Mistress's vulva.  "Um, yeah, that's it..." Candace moaned,
tugging a nipple.  "So what did Terence think of the enema demonstration?"

        "He was very interested, Mistress," Beth supplied -- but she didn't
volunteer a couple of facts -- like the fact that Terence actually took and
suffered through an enema!  He was very embarrassed about it all, but
fascinated with her deep-throat prowess and the whole enema issue -- and he
apparently liked having his ass played with...  Beth basically felt that he
had more or less divulged secrets, so even though he had asked her not to
tell any of the guys, she extended her vow of secrecy to Candace -- besides,
Candace might use it on him if she found out...

        "Look," he'd begged, "Next time you do that and I'm around, see if
you can come up with some way for me to watch up close, willya?  I'm REAL
interested..."  Beth had promised -- but she wondered why Terence was so
interested in such things.  The obvious conclusion didn't make a whole lot
of sense, since Terence was obviously a stud...

        Since Toby was obviously spending the night with Jean, Candace
extended things, keeping Beth with her for the night.  It was a pleasant
evening for Candace -- and not too terribly onerous for Beth, although she
knew better than to say as much.  About ten p.m., Candace sent her
downstairs for the strap-on and proceeded to use it on her -- but again,
that wasn't the punishment it might have been.  The ping-pong paddle swats
on her ass, on the other hand, were less than pleasant -- but Candace didn't
wear her ass out with it...

        Lon was blissfully unaware of the situation, having plopped in the
den in front of the big-screen TV for several hours.  By the time he dragged
it to bed, the women were already asleep.

        That meant having Beth awaken him with a blowjob on Saturday morning
was a total surprise; Candace dumped Beth out of bed at about eight-thirty,
saying, "Go wake up that son of mine -- he can help you clean up the mess
outside after you cook us breakfast.  Give him a hole to play in, while
you're at it!"

        Lon was less than likely to complain about having a hot mouth in his
crotch on wake-up...  "Wha?!  Beth?  Ahhh...  Cool!"  He grabbed a handful
of her thoroughly mussed hair and pressed her face deeper into his crotch.

        In a couple of minutes, though, he made both of them happy by
grunting, "Climb up here -- I want some pussy!"  Beth was more than happy to
oblige, and in moments the blond stud was doing her doggy from behind.  Beth
had no problem getting off on doggy-style, in either hole; the ensuing
fifteen minutes were VERY pleasant.  Beth came four times before Lon
socketed himself in her and poured out a fresh batch of semen.  "Ahhh,
Goddamn!"  The pair shared the shower before Beth headed for the kitchen,
still nude, to fix breakfast.  "Mama's getting her time on top, huh?" Lon
observed, toweling off his hair while she dug through the refrigerator and
cabinets for breakfast foods.  "Making you do the servant thing..."

        "Well, it keeps me busy," Beth replied, more or less
philosophically.  "With Toby seeing Jean..."

        "Well, that won't last," Lon opined.

        "Maybe not, Sweetie, but another girl will come along..." Beth
started cracking eggs.

        This hit on a sore subject for Lon; Beth was sweet, but she was
nearly forty -- besides, Lon had his eye on something else...  "Yeah..."

        "Lon?  What's wrong, Baby?" Beth asked.

        "Well, it's, um, other chicks," Lon admitted.  "You, well, kind of
opened my eyes, you know?  You kind of shifted my standards..."

        "Well, thank you, Sweetie -- but that will probably just make things
easier for you..."

        "Maybe," Lon admitted.  "Fact is, I've got my eye on a chick..."

        "That's nice..." Beth sighed.  Lon was the closest thing she had to
a lover; hearing that he was already looking elsewhere was painful, but she
knew it wasn't anything she could stop...

        "Well, maybe, and maybe not," Lon replied.  "You put the bar up
there pretty high..."

        "I DO?"  Beth was taken aback.

        "Well, yeah..." Lon nodded.  "I can't just go on looks -- any girl I
take up with has to, well, like sex -- a LOT!  This probably sounds cold
natured, but I'm not gonna want to get along without deep-throat blowjobs
and such.  If I take up with a chick, she's gonna have to be real laid back
about sex.  Now, the flip side of that would be that she's probably already
fucking..."

        "Well, maybe, Lonnie, and maybe not!  I wanted dick for the longest
time before I ever GOT any!" Beth chuckled.  "If you're looking at a girl
built sort of like me, God forbid, she might want it BAD, but still be a
virgin..."

        "How am I gonna know if she's any good?" Lon queried.  "And if I'm
doing her the first time, who's gonna teach her the advanced stuff?"

        Beth blinked.  "Well, I could, I guess -- but she's going to have to
be pretty laid back to be coming to an old cow like me for sex education.  I
have NO IDEA how you're going to manage THAT!"

        "Me neither," Lon sighed.  "This chick I'm looking at -- she's
pretty decent, but..."

        "You might have to take the bull by the horns, Lonnie," Beth
observed.  "Give her some idea what she's getting into..."

        "She's got this girlfriend who is sure I just want in her panties,"
Lon grumbled.  "I do, of course -- but we've, well, hit it off..."  He
grimaced.  "If the girlfriend gets wind of me wanting anything fancy, she'll
screw things up for sure!  Hell, I would..."

        "Is there any chance you can throw this other girl off the scent?"
Beth asked.

        "Well, she and Rick seem to go together like matches and gasoline,"
Lon chuckled.  "But an explosion isn't exactly what I'm looking for..."

        Beth giggled.  "Well, maybe that's just the initial reaction..."

        "Maybe," Lon agreed.  "But I can't exactly ask Rick to throw himself
at this chick, for nothing..."

        "Well, concentrate on yours, and maybe a break will come," Beth
advised.  "If not, it's not like you don't have a supply."  She shifted
gears.  "So, Jean was good to you yesterday?"

        "Yeah," Lon agreed.  "No complaints for attitude -- but she fucks
like she's killing rats!  I like my women, well, comfortable..."

        Beth chuckled.  "What have I done to you, you poor boy?"

        "Hey, if I like Caddies, and Toby likes little sports cars, is
either of us wrong?" Lon grinned.

        "I guess not..." Beth dimpled, fishing out a second fry pan for
bacon.  "But some people would say I've ruined you..."

        "Rick, for one," Lon chuckled.  "Don't get me wrong, he likes you --
and he likes fucking you -- but you're an exception to his rules..."

        "I don't really expect more, Sweetie."

        "How about you?" Lon asked.  "Did you have fun yesterday?"

        "Oh, yes, loads!" Beth grinned.

        "And the new guys?  They were okay?"

        "Just fine -- although your mother may be ducking young Damian for a
while..."  Beth shook her head.  "She's just not as tough as she thinks she
is.  Oh, with me, fine -- and with the guys she pussy-whips and drags home.
But some guys see right through her..."

        Lon grinned.  "It won't hurt Mama..."

        "It won't hurt Mama, WHAT?"  Candace breezed into the room in a
light dressing gown.

        Lon grimaced, but made his point, "It won't hurt you to come out on
the bottom, once in a while."

        "With Damian?" Candace raised her eyebrows.  "He's black, Honey!
How am I going to explain THAT?"

        Lon shrugged.  "Is it any worse than explaining Rick, or Toby?  You
can't really do THAT, either!"

        "Well, maybe, but people look at color first, Hon," Candace replied.
"Damian...  I'm not sure he would behave himself in public, either..."

        Lon grinned.  "So you're gonna duck him."

        Candace looked mildly flustered.  "You're making me out to be this
big chicken!  I'm just avoiding an issue..."

        "Uh huh."

        Candace ignored the jibe, turning her attention to Beth.  "Is that
going to be ready soon?  I'm starved!  I didn't think you two would fuck for
an hour..."

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        Saturday was a down day for most of the extended group.  Toby came
by in the afternoon to check on his mother -- and she eventually went home
with him.  Rick found things to tinker with outside -- the lawn mower,
mainly.  Lon goofed off.

        At the Carter home, Louise and her sons had to be circumspect --
Fred was home for the weekend, whether any of them liked it or not.
Certainly Fred and Louise didn't -- and since it cramped their ability to
conduct any post-mortem for the sex party, the boys weren't thrilled,
either.

        Fred went out for the evening, though, which freed them up for
conversation.  Sitting in front of the TV, Damian asked mildly, "So, how was
ass?"

        "Sweet -- but it might have been Beth," Terence replied.  "She's
real sweet..."

        "And enemas?"

        "Well, not fun, but if you don't want to get all messy..."

        Damian nodded.  Big Bro was movin' on down the road -- and this Beth
might be helping...

        Terence opened up with, "I couldn't believe it when you started
treating that Candace like a ho'..."

        Damian grunted.  "Surprised myself -- but it was the thing to do."

        "She didn't like it.  It won't happen again," Terence opined.

        "She didn't really fight, Bro.  It was, like, she only said what she
figured she had to for other folk..." Damian insisted.

        "You sure?"

        "Well, maybe it wasn't that simple," Damian sighed.  "But she COULD
have done something about it, a bunch of times -- screamed bloody murder, or
whatever.  Didn't happen."

        "Well, Toby kicked it off, right?"

        "Yeah, but it didn't end when he walked off.  As long as I held the
leash, she was gonna heel..."

        "It still ain't gonna happen again."  Terence got up and headed out
to the kitchen.  "Mama, are we gonna do that again?"

        "What, boy?" Louise looked up from her kitchen TV.  The boys and
Fred had totally different tastes in television...

        "What we did yesterday."

        "Dunno.  I think so, but maybe not everybody at once.  Why?"

        "I was thinkin' if Damian pissed that Candace woman off..."

        "I'll talk to Beth."

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        "Beth?"

        "Hi Louise."  Beth recognized her caller immediately.

        "About yesterday..."

        "Yes?"

        "How... successful was it, do you think?"

        "It went well, I thought," Beth said carefully.

        "What does that mean for the future?"

        "What do you mean?"

        "How often do you have those... parties?"

        "Oh."  Beth thought about it.  "They just happen, generally.  But
it's not like everybody has to get together."

        "Oh, okay."

        "It's an access thing, sort of," Beth related.  "The boys have
access to us.  They just arrange for it.  Or they show up and you're not
busy -- whatever.  Of course, for me, they have to ask Mistress, but that
isn't generally an issue..."

        "So, umm, Rick or Toby or Lon just calls..."

        "Yeah.  You say yes or no, based on what you're doing and what you
want..."

        "What if they don't?" Louise asked.

        Beth chuckled.  "They come for me..."

        "And Damian and Terence?"

        "Any time Mistress says yes..." Beth replied.

        "Terence is concerned that Damian may have upset Candace..." Louise
murmured.

        "That won't affect me," Beth replied.  "If anything, it means that
Candace will push Damian my way..."

        "And Terence?"

        "Mistress may decide that she prefers Terence's company..." Beth
chuckled.  "I hope she doesn't try to monopolize him -- I like Terence."

        "How do we...?"

        "I can give you Mistress's number," Beth replied.  "Ready?"

        Louise scrabbled for paper.  "Okay."

        Beth rattled it off.  "I can give you Jean's, too, if you like..."

        Louise thought about it.  "Do you think it will matter?"

        "Well, she appears to have settled down.  She may feel she owes
Damian..."

        "Okay, give it to me."  Beth dictated it, and Louise wrote it down.
"What about the boys?"

        "I'll give them your number when they ask," Beth replied.  "If you
get impatient, give me a call and I'll ask around."  She chuckled.  "There's
always Doctor Rankin."

        Louise snorted.  "Yeah."  Hanging up, she turned to her eldest son,
"Beth says it's all cool.  You want some, you give Candace or Jean a call.
If you want Beth, you have to ask Candace."  She smiled.  "Beth likes you."

        Terence nodded.  "It's mutual."

        "Your brother may have burned his bridges with Candace, but Beth
thinks Jean might offer him a re-match.  And she says she'll take him on if
Candace says it's okay -- and she figures she will."

        "And you?" Terence asked.

        "Beth figures one of the boys will call..."

        "If Pa answers, they'd better ask for one of us, huh?" Terence
chuckled.

        "It'd be a good idea..."

        "G'night, Mama."

        "Good night Son."

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        Terence found Damian in the room they shared.  Damian looked up,
"What did you wander off for?"

        "I wanted to find out where my next piece of ass was coming from."

        "Did you find out?"

        "Yeah," Terence grunted.  "Probably Candace."

        "Yeah?" Damian eyed him, "Is the shit on a schedule?"

        "No, it's sort of on call -- but they have to agree, or whatever.
Mama has Candace's and Jean's phone numbers."

        Damian grunted.  "And me?"

        "Beth, probably, or Jean.  Beth figures Jean will decide she owes
you."  Terence grinned.  "She also figures Candace will duck you, after
yesterday -- which means she'll get you."

        "That a problem?"

        "Not for Beth..."  Terence grinned.

        "So, no more big parties?"

        "They're not, scheduled, like," Terence related.  "They just kinda
happen.  But one or two on one is no problem."  He grinned.  "Or three or
four, in Beth's case..."

        "What about tonight?" Damian asked.

        "Kinda late..."  Terence grunted.

        "No, I meant the usual," Damian chuckled.  "Or did a couple of shots
of leg yesterday drain you dry?"

        "Well, getting some -- and knowing there's more out there -- kinda
changes things..." Terence said, thoughtfully.  The tacit agreement between
the brothers over sexual services ended when women became available.  On the
other hand, Terence wasn't certain that he wanted that -- but tonight?  "I'm
good for today.  Why?  You full up again already?"

        "Maybe not full up -- but I could stand to drop a load..."

        "Well, find a flick and if I get the urge, maybe I'll help out..."
Terence got up and went off to take a piss.

        Damian suspected that Big Bro's time with Beth was going to pay
dividends; they hit it off, and Beth was a total slut, obviously.  He
suspected that the time they'd spent playing enema games in the bathroom had
covered more than the basics -- but he knew better than to press.  Big Bro
was like Pa that way; they both were real sensitive about anything they
considered to be less that macho.  Damian had seen it in Pa, and Mama's
description of their swinging days bore the whole thing out.  Big Bro
probably had the same fascinations, but if Damian pushed things any at all,
he'd drop the whole thing like a hot rock.  Damian considered it significant
that Big Bro hadn't put cock sucking away totally when pussy arrived on the
scene -- but he felt that he really needed to lock the whole thing down.
How was the question; the obvious tactic -- a gay flick -- would be tipping
his hand too much -- Big Bro would know he was getting his nose rubbed in it
and shit would go thud.  Damian drifted around the categories of their
favorite video site, scanning for inspiration -- and a light came on in his
head...

        Terence came back from the bathroom to find Damian pulling his meat
to a video of some fairly decent looking black bitch fooling with a white
dude.  They hadn't gotten that far yet; the bitch was topless, but still in
her skirt when she had the dude stand up and went for his fly.  The bitch
had nice tits; Terence couldn't decide whether they were real or fake --
something porn videos had given him an eye for.  You could generally tell
when the bitch went doggy -- they'd hang and get weird wrinkles in the
sides...  Terence plopped down beside his little bro, fished out his meat
and started lazily stroking it.

        Once she'd skinned the dude out of his pants, the bitch stood up for
a bit and waved her thong-covered ass at him for a little bit, getting him
to run his hands on it and stuff before she stepped out of her thong.
Terence figured she'd start waving her pussy around, but she went right to
her knees and started blowing the guy with her skirt still on.

        It was a serious blowjob; the bitch went at it like she was killing
rats, and was deep-throating him in no time!  Terence started getting into
the video and picked up the pace.  A glance at Little Bro found him into
things, too, slouched back against some pillows with his feet up on the bed
rail fisting his cock.  Damian eyed him, "C'mon, Bro..."

        "Awright.  Two minutes?"  The two minute thing was one of the ways
they made sure that everything was even; if you just blew the other guy,
when he was done, he tended to be no longer interested and you didn't get
yours.  It also said you were more queer than he was -- a game Damian knew
better than to play with Big Bro.  This way, everybody stayed keyed up...

        "Yeah, cool."  Damian scooted his ass closer to the edge of the bed.
Terence, settling himself between Little Bro's legs, grinned; Little Bro
wanted his ass played with...

        Big Bro glanced at his watch and took control of Damian's dick,
sliding back the foreskin and rolling his lips over the tip.  Damian groaned
in pleasure.  If Big Bro got into it again, he'd forget about the two
minutes...

        Terence worked up some spit and went deep; Beth had mentioned that
if you gagged yourself a bit, you got a lot of spit and things worked better
-- including deep throat.  She was right about one thing, Terence juiced
right up...

        "Ahh!  Damn, that's good!" Damian moaned.  Terence grinned to
himself and started sliding a finger up and down Damian's ass crack from his
balls to beyond his bunghole.  Damian spread his legs further, shifting his
feet on the bed rail.  Big Bro was doing great things today...  Pretty soon,
Big Bro was gulping and licking and poking at Damian's asshole seriously,
and Damian wanted to let it ride and get his nut -- but it was time for Big
Bro to watch the show...  He looked at his watch.  "My turn..."

        Terence backed off, glancing at his watch.  Things had gone over
again -- but that was his fault, he guessed; he should have been watching
the time, but he was trying some things...  He got up and Damian got off the
bed and they switched places.  Terence settled himself as Damian had; by God
if Little Bro wanted his ass played with, he could do the same for
Terence...

        The flick was doing this shot of the white dude running his dick in
and out of the chick's ass, missionary, shot from below; dude had a decent
sized dick -- like Lon's, not Toby's -- and was wearing that ass out.
Little Bro started running his lips up and down Terence's shaft and Terence
got into the action.  Damian wasted no time going for Terence's asshole with
a finger, either -- but that was okay; Terence liked that -- a lot!

        Ass was good stuff, Terence mused, watching the white dude wear it
out.  Beth's had been seriously tight -- and when it loosened up, a little
swat and she was there again, clutching.  The enema thing -- which Terence
had spoken to NOBODY about, really -- had been really strange; the
penetration, feeling the liquid go in...  The cramps he could have passed
on, but blowing stuff out was kind of hot...  All in all it had added a
realization that your ass could be an erogenous zone...

        The scene shifted to the bitch, who was rolling her head around and
moaning "Fuck me!  Fuck my ass!"  Damian picked that moment to get serious
with that finger, and Terence used a trick he'd learned from Beth to open up
for it -- pushing like you were going to take a crap -- and Little Bro got
the tip in and started wriggling it.  Then the camera panned back...

        The bitch was diddling herself or rubbing herself -- waitaminnit --
HOLY SHIT!  The bitch had a dick!  She was jacking off while a dude poked
her ass!  Damian started sliding his finger around, in and out, and Terence
hung there, his eyes glued to the screen where something with tits and a
dick was pulling on his/her pecker while taking serious meat up the ass.
Drool from Damian's sucking rolled over Terence's balls to his ass crack,
lubing Damian's finger -- which kept going deeper and deeper.  On the
screen, the bitch (?) started getting really agitated -- then Damian's
finger found this spot in Terence's ass, just as the bitch started shooting
cum on her chest between her tits!

        "WAAAAAAAA!!!!"  Terence lost it, coming totally unglued, grabbing
Little Bro's head and trying to get his whole cock in him while his balls
swelled up and bounced to the load of sticky cum he blasted directly at the
back of Little Bro's throat!  "SUMBITCH!!!"  Damian snatched his finger out
of Terence's ass and pushed on his legs to back off, and Terence realized
what was up.  "Sorry, Bro," he croaked.  "You fuckin' sneaked up on me!
Where the fuck did you find that flick?"

        Damian grinned, rubbing his throat to help swallow Big Bro's
copious, sticky load.  "Just lucky, I guess..."

        "Yeah...  Bitch surprised the shit outta me!"

        Damian glanced over his shoulder; the white dude was spewing on the
transvestite's belly.  "Is it really a bitch?"

        "Got tits like a bitch, fucks like a bitch.  Seems to want to BE a
bitch.  If I gotta call it something..." Terence replied.

        "Yeah, guess so," Damian agreed.  He wanted to talk about Big Bro's
reaction to finger fucking, but if he started it Big Bro would freak.

        But Terence wanted to talk.  "Man, you found this sensitive spot in
my ass -- I dunno what it was, but I HAD to get a nut, all of a sudden..."

        Damian thought about it.  "Prostate gland, I think.  The one that
makes your dick hard."  Big Bro wasn't talking about letting him in that
deep; should he mention it?

        "Well, I got hard, all right!" Terence exclaimed.

        "Shootin' hard!" Damian agreed.  "You gonna finish me off?"

        "Yeah, find another video..."  Damian did so, and Terence settled
between Damian's legs, determined to give as good as he got.

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        Sunday started quiet, too.  Ma had the graveyard shift at the
hospital -- eleven p.m. to seven a.m. -- so Toby got out of the house in
order to let her sleep.  First pass was Rick's, but Rick wasn't home and
Jean -- well, she looked like she needed time to herself -- so Toby ended up
at Lon's.  Video games and sports on TV were on the agenda; Candace was
acting weird, too, which was just as well, as far as Toby was concerned...

        Candace was in a funk over Toby -- and Damian.  This control thing
was unaccustomed; neither her ex-husband nor the parade of men she'd had
before or since had exercised any control over her -- it had all gone the
other way.  Now, in a couple of weeks, she'd run into two men -- mere boys,
really -- who could apparently make her bow to their wishes, whenever -- and
make her LIKE it!  It was weird and scary and Candace just wasn't sure what
was going on...

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        Rick got out of the house early; there were a number of things he
wanted peace and quiet to think about.  The Carter family was big; Rick was
the only one who knew both Terence and Damian -- but that didn't mean they
were lifelong friends, or anything.  Mutual enjoyment of their mothers might
be a good reason to make them friends, but it wasn't exactly something they
could reveal in public.  Maybe it wasn't an issue; Mom had done Damian, but
then she'd flaked...  On the other hand, Rick had done Louise Carter -- and
both of them had enjoyed it a LOT!  And Rick wanted a re-match...

        After pondering a while, Rick decided that the Carter brothers would
have similar issues, so with any luck they could come up with something
before the beginning of the school year that would put them in related
circles -- all they had to do was put their heads together...

        This sabbatical took up a couple of hours at the park, mixed as it
was with people-watching and reading a book -- but around eleven, the heat
drove him off the bench he was occupying.  Lunch at the food court in the
mall was on the agenda, anyway, so he made his way there.  The afternoon was
planned, too; just as Rick despised Lon's comedies, Lon was uninterested in
science fiction films -- he tended to class them with horror flicks.  That
was a general problem, Rick had to admit; certainly the TV networks did the
same thing...  So Rick knew better than to ask Lon to the new sci-fi flick
at the cinema...

        "YOU!"  Rick looked up to see a small, dark-haired sprite in a 'Born
to be Wild' tank top over an absolutely bulletproof push-up bra, leather hot
pants over fishnet stockings, and ankle-high black boots with narrow heels
come tearing at him, across the theater lobby, one hand raised to strike.

        Rick wasn't the only one to assume that Teela was communicating a
threat; one of the mall security guards detached himself from his position
near the door, headed their way.  Teela, detecting this, stopped about three
feet from Rick and, standing rigid with her fists clenched at her side,
erupted, "What kind of crap is your friend Hunky Boy feeding Sally?  Did you
hear they went out?  What's he up to?"

        Rick opened his mouth to reply, but the security guard arrived.
"What's the trouble, here?  Is she bothering you, Sir?  I can have her
removed..."  The guard eyed Teela's outfit, which made the usual negative
impression.

        "What?  Oh, this?"  Rick raised his arm and pantomimed carrying a
knife.  "That's the new Goth hello.  It's even more impressive if she's
carrying her rubber knife with the jagged blade...  I forgot the proper
response -- those trick handshakes always leave me confused.  It's all
stylized -- I'm supposed to raise my arm and block, then... -- Well, let's
demonstrate, Teela -- go ahead and start it..."  Rick waved her forward.

        Teela figured she had two choices -- go along with the gag, or get
kicked out of the cinema.  She raised her hand and came forward, sweeping it
down as if to stab him.  Rick blocked with his left arm, swept her in with
his right arm, and turned to the guard.  "Here's where I bite her on the
neck..."  He leaned in and put his lips on the left side of Teela's neck,
sucking.

        Teela's eyes bulged.  She couldn't speak; she just hung there in his
arms with this comic look of shock on her face.  Rick drew back calmly and
said to the security guard, "See?"

        "Yeah, neat," the guy grimaced.  "Don't do that here, okay?"  He
shook his head, turned, and walked off.

        Teela, who had dropped her arms and stepped back when released,
watched the guard leave, then turned to Rick.  "What the FUCK did you do to
my neck?"

        Rick looked unperturbed.  "I don't THINK I left a hickey..."

        "A HICKEY!  YOU..." Teela sputtered.

        Rick put a finger to her lips.  "The guard still wants to toss
you..."  He flicked his eyes to the guard, who WAS still watching.  "We need
to be REALLY calm, here, if we want to see the movie.  Give me your hand...
By the way, which flick did you come for?"

        Teela stood there a moment looking outraged, then flicked a glance
at the guard before very tentatively holding out her right hand.  Rick took
it and facing them both away from the guard, led off toward the concession
stand.  Holding her outrage in check, she said, "I was going to see the sci-
fi flick."

        "That's convenient," Rick replied mildly.  "So was I."

        Teela turned her head, eyeing him.  "You don't think I'm going to
sit with you..."

        "Everybody else does," Rick replied calmly.  "Besides, we need to
discuss your original question..."

        Teela was completely nonplussed.  She eyed Rick in disbelief -- was
he NUTS?  But Rick merely said, "You were in line to get something?"

        "Well, yeah...  Popcorn.  And a Coke."  The girl behind the counter
nodded.  Teela pointed out medium sizes for both.

        "I'll have a lemonade, medium," Rick added, then fished out money.
"How much?"

        "For the lemonade?  Or everything?" The counter help asked.

        "Everything."  Teela's mouth flew open, so Rick added, "Quiet,
Runt."

        "Runt!  I ought to...!"

        "... Be quiet before John Law shows up again," Rick cut her off.
"We STILL have a conversation to conduct."

        "Runt.  I'll SHOW you RUNT!" Teela hissed -- but it was quiet --
hissed pitched for his ears only.

        Rick grinned; while she blustered about name-calling, he got the
snacks paid for, instead of having to fight her over who was providing the
money.  "Let's go.  Smile for the nice usher and give him your ticket..."
There was a momentary lapse while Teela juggled her popcorn and drink to
produce a ticket, finally handing her popcorn to Rick, then the recovery
while he presented his own ticket, and they were through -- and Teela, with
both hands full was in no position to contest the hand Rick draped around
her waist.  "What the FUCK are you doing?" she hissed.

        "Directing you to your seat," Rick replied, leading her down the
hallway.  "I don't want you getting lost -- we still have to talk."  He
moved ahead of her to open the theater door, bowing, "After you, milady."
Teela sidled through the door, unwilling to lose sight of him -- the boy was
OBVIOUSLY insane...

        But the hand reappeared on her hip as soon as they were through the
door.  "Where?" Rick murmured in her ear.

        "Up high -- I don't want to be seen..."

        "Fine."  He led her to the stair, then followed her up with one hand
placed possessively in the saddle of her lower back.  The theater wasn't
full, by any stretch; Teela had no problem finding seats in the second row
down from the top of the theater.

        "You don't have to pretend any more," she hissed as she started
traversing the seats toward the center of the row, "No one is looking."

        "You hope," Rick replied, chuckling.

        Teela deliberately picked a seat where the seat in the row in front
and to her left was filled by a tall person so that Rick, behind her, would
have a poor view.  Rick just sidled past, managing to scotch an attempt by
Teela to trip him as he passed.  'Okay, you'll pay for THAT, too!' he
thought.  Rick couldn't explain it, but he was having the time of his life,
messing with the little spitfire!  At this point, he was prepared to make an
afternoon of it...  Draping his left arm over the seat back, he laid his
hand negligently on her left shoulder, "Now we can talk..."

        Teela plucked at his fingers.  "If you left a mark on my neck..."
she hissed.

        "You'll be showing it to your girlfriends until it goes away," Rick
finished mildly.  "Speaking of which, we were discussing Sally..."

        "You insufferable...!  Oh!  I can't BELIEVE you!" Teela howled.

        "You really need to get a grip on that temper, you know," Rick
pointed out mildly.  "It leaves you incredibly vulnerable to attack..."

        It never had before, actually.  Teela prided herself on being able
to freeze most males in place BEFORE they could launch an attack!  God knew
she had a lot of practice...  The downside was that her defensive shield
repulsed just about everybody...  "Get your hands off me!" she grated.

        "Why?  Maybe the paparazzi will show up and put us on the cover of
People..." Rick replied, unperturbed.  He squeezed her shoulder, making it
more difficult for her to peel away his fingers -- something she was
applying serious resources toward.

        "Rick!  Please!" Teela pled.

        "Finally!  An attempt at manners!"  Rick pulled his hand from her
shoulder, but left it on the seat back.

        "You are with out a doubt the most..." Teela blustered.

        "Careful!  Before you go too far, take a look in the mirror in the
Ladies' Room..."

        "For my neck?" Teela gasped, horrified.

        "No, to make sure you're not describing yourself!" Rick replied.
"Thus far, I've gotten you out of trouble with the law and bought you
goodies at the concession stand -- not to mention subjecting you to my
tender loving care -- and all you've done is rant and rave..."

        "I don't have to sit still for this!" Teela hissed.

        "Oh, yes you do!"  Rick returned his left hand to her shoulder and
pressed, stopping her nascent attempt to rise.  "Now will you PLEASE shut up
so we can discuss this foolishness between Lon and Sally?"

        Teela stopped struggling, "What?"

        "You heard me!"

        "Okay..."  Teela thought fast.  "So what's going on?"

        Rick sighed.  "I don't know -- it's totally inexplicable!  I've
tried to talk to him about it, and he's perfectly reasonable -- except the
whole thing doesn't make any sense in the first place..."

        "It makes perfect sense if he's looking for a girl he can charm out
of her panties and leave standing around looking stupid!" Teela huffed.

        "No, it doesn't," Rick replied, sighing.  "Lon doesn't need to do
that."

        "And why not?" Teela argued.  "You boys are ALWAYS randy..."

        "Trust me, it isn't necessary," Rick replied.

        "So you're trying to tell me that Lon's sexual needs are taken care
of?  That he has his own supply of willing women waiting for him to wander
by and graciously accede to their entreaties to fuck their brains out?"
Teela hissed sarcastically.

        "Well, that's going a bit far," Rick replied, "but he has a steady
supply of no-strings sex..."

        "From what?  Sheep?"  Teela rolled her eyes.

        "Women.  Living, breathing creatures more or less answering your
description," Rick murmured.  "At least I ASSUME that you meet the standard
criteria for female..."

        "Hey!"

        "If you can't hang with the big kids, stay off the playground!" Rick
retorted.

        "So you're telling me this thing has NOTHING to do with sex..."
Teela sneered.

        "No.  Well, yes and no.  Sex is part of it -- but Lon insists that
he wants her as a girlfriend!"

        "That's...  bullshit!" Teela howled, getting a look from people in
the row in front of her.  Fortunately, even the previews of coming
attractions hadn't started yet...

        "Frankly, I can't see it, either, but he says she fits his
criteria..." Rick shrugged.

        "Like what?"

        Rick shrugged.  "He's burnt on Barbie doll types -- they're high-
maintenance.  I agree with him that far..."  He shook his head.  "But he's
decided he likes 'em chunky..."  He shivered.

        "Well, Sally isn't real fat," Teela defended her friend.

        "That's what HE said," Rick responded.  "Something about wide, or
thick -- or just big...  He says she has a pretty face and pretty hands and
feet, too."  He shook his head.  "I have to tell you -- there's too much of
her there for MY taste..."

        "So you won't be lining up to bang her when Lon drops her?" Teela
prodded.

        Rick looked disgusted.  "That's not the plan.  Lon's talking about
seeing if she meets spec for a long-term thing..."

        "Like, what is long-term?" Teela eyed her companion.

        "Look, read my lips, okay?  I'm talking relationship..." Rick rolled
his eyes.

        "Like he's taking an honest crack at her?  Come ON, now!"

        "That's what I said!" Rick replied.  "That just got me the look --
as far as I can tell, he's deadly serious..."

        "So what does he think he's getting?" Teela asked.

        "Well..." Time to tread carefully...  "A calm chick who isn't money-
hungry or self-centered.  Lon, well, he's self-centered enough -- he needs a
chick that can put up with it."  Rick grimaced.  "I won't kid you -- he's
going to want to fuck, and he knows what he likes and he's going to want to
be able to get it -- but the flip side is that he's not looking for a seat
cover, he's looking for a chick to take out and be with.  I guess the movie
thing went real well the other day, too..."

        "You're freaking me out!" Teela gasped.  "You're talking like steady
girlfriend?  Like prom date?"

        Rick shrugged.  "Unless he's pulling MY chain -- and he's got no
reason other than to make me puke..."

        "Hey!"

        "Sorry."  Rick shrugged.  "Sally seems nice, but there is this
visceral thing with me -- I'm not interested."

        "Well, that's fair..."  Teela grimaced.  God knew what he thought of
HER...

        "I don't think I can do placid," Rick mused, "No challenge in it.
I'm used to high-strung..."  Suddenly he shut up.  Teela sat for ten
seconds, waiting for him to continue, but he was like stone.  She leaned
forward to look at his face and his expression never changed, but his eyes
tracked her.  Finally, he husked, "You know, both of those idiots think..."
He shut up again and looked away.

        Teela got it.  'Oh, shit!'  "Let's watch the movie," she croaked.

        Neither of them said a word for the next two hours.

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