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A new episode of 'The Pact' -- Chapter 1



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 1 of 57
Universe: The Pact
Summary: With Amy providing a feminine conscience, the boys clean up their
act somewhat and employ new recruiting methods -- at a new place.
Content: mf 1st mc noncon

The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse

Copyright (C) 2010 The Thinking Horndog

Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted with all rights
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Warnings and disclaimers:

This is adult entertainment!  Be warned!  If you're not into graphic
depictions of sex, this is the wrong story for you!  If you're too young to
be
legally reading this, move along!

This is a work of fiction.  It is not intended to reflect any particular
person or persons, and the incidents portrayed exist in their current form
solely in the writer's imagination.  You get the idea.

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AUTHOR'S FOREWORD:

Okay, we're five episodes into this.  I recommend that if you want to know
what is going on, you start with Episode One, but here goes:

The 'Pact' was an agreement betwen three guys, initiated in the summer
between their Junior and Senior years of high school, to get thier sex lives
off the ground by hitting on each other's single mothers.  Everybody was
hurting, so it seemed to make sense -- and avoid incest in ther process.  For
various reasons, it worked like gangbusters, largely due to the audacity and
initiative of Toby, the individual who seemed to be the least of the trio.
In the process, we get a look into the individual tastes and oddities of the
participants.

Almost immediately, there is an inadvertent breach of the little group's
secrecy, and a female colleague of one of the mothers, a black woman named
Louise, invites herself into the group with her two teenage sons.  This
causes a little friction...

Louise has marital problems.  Hubby Fred is a jerk -- and a closet bisexual.
An interesting plot to develop blackmail material develops...

Lon and Rick, the other two members of the original trio, having attained a
certain confidence in dealings with the opposite sex, collect new girlfriends
their own age, but the security of the group demands that they be made
members.  Since some really damaging blackmail material is needed, the boys
borrow a dog from a friend...

The dog turns out to be WAY too good at what he'd doing for it to be
coincidence.  The friend is enlisted and surveillance reveals that the boy's
sister and mother are both using the dog's services -- and, to a lesser
extent, six other girls.  It's decided to use blackmail to enlist a little
fresh meat...

One of the six girls has an extremely paranoid and abusive father -- and it
is decided on the spur of the moment that the guy needs to be taught a
lesson.

Meanwhile, football camp begins and the guys, blessed with a little TOO much
slave pussy, decide to set up an incentive program for the players...

Somewhere in this process, we discover that Toby's amazing luck with women is
telepathic in nature -- which makes him de facto responsible for the security
of the group.

School begins, and the new girl, Amy, is an odd one -- in fact, she has the
flip side of Toby's powers!  This causes several stresses of the situation,
but Amy eventually drives the boys away from chattel slavery to recruiting
volunteer females -- with excellent results!

Friday night after-football victory parties become THE place to meet boys --
and have sex.  Even some older women collected along the way participate...

Episode 5 begins as Amy and Toby FINALLY sneak away for their first full-up
sexual encounter, worried about the bleed-over of their activity on others.

Did you get all that?  Maybe you ought to go back and take a look at what you
missed?

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Chapter 1

	"Toby..."

	"Shhh..."  Toby led Amy into the house.  Ma wasn't home -- and wasn't
going to be; she was going to Robert's.  Closing the door, he asked, "Okay,
what's wrong?"

	"Oh, nothing, I guess.  I'm scared, that's all."  Amy stood looking
at the floor.

	"Of me?"

	"Of us."

	"What do you think is going to happen?" Toby asked.

	"I don't KNOW!  That's what is so scary!" Amy insisted.

	"Well, look -- it's after midnight and we're alone.  This is probably
the best we can do short of a desert island.  I just can't see us waiting any
longer, can you?"

	"No."  Amy sighed and flowed into his arms.  There had been a time
when she thought she would want to get sex from a boy she could control to
get her over the hump -- but Toby had short-circuited things.  They'd had
oral sex and masturbation and strange things had happened -- but they were
GOOD things and something told her that now was NOT the time to fool around
with some boy who wasn't equipped to deal with her properly.  Besides...
Toby was the one -- period.  She was going to get sex elsewhere at some point
-- but it wouldn't be for love.  Love was right here...

	Toby suckled her neck and tried to cover his own nervousness and
worry.  The good news?  He knew what he was doing -- from a purely mechanical
standpoint, anyway.  But Amy's concerns about the combination they presented
were valid...

	Nonetheless, the ball was in play; they could stop it tonight -- but
the pressure continued to build and NOTHING would stop them forever.  Even if
she moved to Outer Mongolia tomorrow, he would find a way to follow her --
the draw was too strong.  Just touching her lit up the nerves in his fingers.
Holding her like this -- it was a wonder their clothing didn't catch fire!
Amy whined and murmured and her hands caressed his back under his shirt --
and he knew that her control was no better than his.  Even crushed together
the way they were, Amy was finding a way to bunch his shirt under his
armpits...  He didn't remember unfastening her bra, but it was undone.  Any
second he was going to start ripping and shredding...

	Amy pushed his shoulders and he unlatched his lips from the hickey
he'd been sucking there and raised his arms to allow her to throw his shirt
over his head.  Then he held her back with one arm while he grabbed the tails
of her blouse and dragged it over her head.  Her bra became tangled and he
had to calm both of them to get the mess undone and over her head, then they
smashed themselves together, the tips of her heavy conical breasts poking
holes in his chest and sparking electrical fires in both of their nervous
systems.

	Somehow, he got her skirt undone without destroying fasteners -- or
even remembering the effort.  They were locked at the lips and pressed
tightly together -- but his fly was undone... "Off, off, OFF!" Amy hissed,
tugging, then pressed burning lips to his neck to maintain contact while he
fought himself free of his pants and underwear, vaguely realizing that the
thump he heard was one of his kicked-off shoes hitting the wall.  Then her
hand enclosed his cock...  Toby slid his hand down Amy's belly and under her
panties -- there wasn't much to them, anyway -- and rolled over her mound
until her erect clitoris was trapped between two fingers.  "AAAAAHHHH!!!"
Did he say that, or did she?  They were forehead to forehead, staring into
each other's eyes while she manipulated his cock and he massaged her labia
while rolling a stiff nipple between the fingers of his left hand.  She stuck
her tongue out and ran it over his upper lip, and he let his out to duel with
it, licking and flicking, something not quite a kiss because their lips
weren't touching.

	She probably outweighed him -- her curves were more generous than his
slight musculature looked to be able to support -- but it didn't matter; when
his hands shifted to her ass, hers went around his neck and her legs wrapped
his waist and her wet opening kissed the underside of his cock while he
blindly stumbled toward the nearest bed.  She humped herself against him,
driving them both insane until his knees hit a mattress and he dropped
forward atop her.  Drawing him with her, Amy crawled backwards until they
were centered on the soft surface, then re-crossed her legs behind him,
gasping, "Now!  Now!"  And through all this activity, their eyes never left
each other's...

	They merged without manual adjustment; his probe found her opening
without external guidance and she flowered open just enough to ensure that
his flanged tip penetrated her but could not be removed -- but he was headed
inside, anyway, not out...  He pressed into her clutching depths like a
piston -- until the touch of her cervix ignited the power-stroke of their
melding and he snapped back to her opening, the clutching ring of which
spurred another cycle in the engine of their fusion.

	The RPM built and surged; they were building a bubble of energy.  It
was tough to say who was adapting to whom -- was Amy picking up Toby's
sensations and adapting to them, ensuring that her vagina was perfectly
positioned to maximize his sensations, or was Toby adjusting his thrusts to
maximize the coverage of all of the nerves of her inner lining?  Or was Toby
sensing Amy sensing Toby?  How did they manage to remain forehead to
forehead, eye to eye, noses touching while Amy did pelvic lifts to match
Toby's hammering thrusts?

	How long did it last?  Seconds?  Minutes?  How long did it take for
the energy of their coupling to permeate every cell in both of their bodies,
activating every nerve, suffusing them, charging the capacitor of their
pleasure before it suddenly discharged?  They were there, together -- one
being -- when the flash carried them both away, pushing them to new levels of
consciousness before the pleasure overwhelmed them and swept consciousness
away...

	Their bodies knew what to do; Toby's fired jet after jet into Amy's
clutching vagina while her walls milked his erection in long, rolling pulses,
pulling his seed through her cervix and into her womb where it belonged...

	Their concerns for the effects of their joining on others were
somewhat justified; Toby's nearest neighbors all awoke to an undeniable urge
to do something that some of them had all but given up on.  Anyone beyond the
point of puberty within a hundred meters or so found themselves prey to the
compulsion to pleasure their bed partner -- or at least themselves, if they
lacked one.  The frenzied activity of the next half hour rekindled more than
one relationship -- and made a couple of teens already deep in the grip of
their overloaded libidos absolutely miserable!

	Toby came to what he thought was himself, thinking, 'WOW!' -- but
there was an echo...  Opening his eyes, he beheld Amy's looking back.  'That
was...'  Did he think that -- or did she?  The merest flicker of an urge
found his lips melded with hers; his hands went where she wanted them while
hers followed the paths of his desire...

	Some undefined amount of time later, he was able to separate himself
from her, mentally -- or a piece of himself, anyway, that he could operate
from.  Amy, likewise, managed to pull individuality from their meld --
probably because they were both working at it.  They had managed another two
synchronous orgasms -- without even moving; she had milked him with her
internal muscles until he pulsed more seed for her womb to suck into itself.
The effort hadn't been conscious on the part of either of them; they'd been
merged and not really cognizant of what was more or less an autonomic
function of their pairing.  It was merely a pair of high points in the
pleasure of their meld.  Undoubtedly, though, the fact that he had run out of
little gifts of life to shower her with was one of the reasons they finally
discovered the ability to become discrete beings once more.  Thought,
however, was all that was required between them...  With vast reluctance, he
transmitted, <How good is your birth control?>

	<It will be fine,> she assured him.  She dealt with herself for a
moment; Toby sensed the gestalt as something on the order of, 'This is not a
good time.'  A moment later, she went, "Uuuhh..." and Toby's tired, lank
erection suddenly found itself awash in a sea of spermatozoa.

	<That's... impressive...> he mused.

	<I will learn control,> she replied, <That's the first time I ever
flushed my uterus.  It won't hurt so bad next time -- physically, anyway.>
Adding that it seemed wrong to her mentally was unnecessary.  <My body wanted
triplets.>

	<Some day...> It would happen, but there were things to do first. Amy
agreed without even subvocalizing the thought, just as Toby expressed the
sentiment without doing so.

	<How much damage have we done?> Amy asked.  United, they scanned
their surroundings.

	<Not much,> Toby announced, turning a thirteen year old girl away
gently from the door of her big brother's bedroom.  Amy observed as he
soothed her and pointed her at the bathroom, suppressing the urge that would
have led to an unwise merger of the siblings involved.  In the morning, the
girl wouldn't remember standing there cupping her mons, her hand turning the
knob of her big brother's bedroom door.  <That seems to be the worst of it.>

	<I can see girls!> Amy exclaimed.

	<Only while we're together, I bet,> Toby replied.  <I can see guys
like this, too.>

	<We should get up.>   It was unclear which of them was the source of
the imperative.  Toby got up on his hands and knees and backed off Amy after
stopping for a soft kiss.  Sure enough, when he lifted himself away, half of
his data channels disappeared and he was left with only females.  One thing
had changed, however; he could feel Amy.  He couldn't talk to her or sense
her state of mind -- and he CERTAINLY couldn't make modifications -- but she
was there, rather than the blank spot in his perceptions that had been there
before.  When he touched her hand, however, she was back, fully; she cocked
her head and smiled at him.  <Okay, that works...> someone thought.  Toby
lifted Amy to her feet and led her to the bathroom.

	As she took a seat on the toilet, Toby murmured, "I think I came a
quart."

	Amy smiled.  "A pint, at least!  Your poor testicles!  Do they hurt?"

	"No.   Couldn't you tell?"

	"Well, I wasn't sure that what I was feeling was real..."

	"Are you a little sore on the left side?" Toby asked.

	"Yes."

	"It's real."

	Amy mused for a moment.  "What now?"

	"A shower.  Sleep."  Sex was out of the question.

	"I mean later."

	"We learn to live with it," Toby replied, shrugging.  "Eventually,
you'll have triplets -- probably twice."  He grinned at her.

	"Maybe three times."  Amy smiled back.

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	Janice woke up for probably the fourth time.  'I'm just not used to
this...'  Mark's fingers seemed to be able to find her nipples on autopilot,
since he was breathing softly in her ear.  'But I could get that way.'  She
lifted his arm gently and slid out of the bed; it was time to find a
bathroom.

	The first door opened to reveal a black couple, both of them sizeable
and emitting rumbling snores.  Looking closely, she recognized Jasmine Fox.
'She looks comfy...' Janice mused.  Next door was a more interesting mix; an
older white woman backed against a black guy Janice's age.  'The team sure
throws one wild party!'  Padding up the hall, she stuck her head into the
living room, to find a couple on the couch -- Tad and Anita.  Janice shook
her head and continued on, FINALLY discovering the main bathroom.

	They hadn't done it.  Mark had cuddled her and kissed her and sucked
her neck and played with her nipples and she'd rubbed herself against him and
kissed everything in reach -- but somehow, they'd gone to sleep, rather than
pushing things to the point of sex.  Janice was pretty sure Mark had done it
deliberately.  It was sweet of him -- as long as it didn't mean that he never
intended to actually go there...  Janice wiped herself and got up, then
dithered about whether she ought to be flushing a toilet at three in the
morning -- but eventually, she went ahead and did it.  Then she crept back to
bed; it was easy to rationalize climbing back under Mark's burly arm -- after
all, everyone else was asleep!  Who was going to take her home?  Ten minutes
later, she was asleep, having hot, sexy dreams driven by Mark's fingers
tuning her right nipple.

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	Fortunately, Fred's truck had an extended cab.  Vince sat up front
and Nicky and Eddie Ray sat in the jump seats.  When they got to the school,
everyone climbed out and Nicky and Eddie Ray waved -- but Vince hung around.
"Uh, Fred?  You aren't gonna, um, broadcast this thing, are you?"

	Fred looked at the blond boy and shook his head.  The thing was all
too familiar...  "Get back in for a second, Boy."

	Vince complied diffidently.

	"You know, sometimes it isn't about who you are -- it's about who you
tell OTHER people you are," Fred growled.  "I fucked this thing up and I'm
paying for it, so I'm gonna offer you some advice I paid big money for.  You
can lie to everybody but yourself.  Somebody once said, 'You can fool some of
the people some of the time, but you can't fool all of the people all of the
time.'  Something like that, anyway.  Point is, you can lie to people and you
can talk bullshit to cover your ass -- and sooner or later, you paint
yourself into a corner.  The lies don't become the truth -- they just become
the basis for more lies.  No, I don't get nothing one way or the other from
telling everybody in sight that you've fucked and sucked nigger dick -- it's
a waste of my time.  The question you have to ask yourself is 'Did it hurt
me?' or maybe, 'Is it any different than fucking and sucking white dick?'
Chances are, it ain't -- although you might have folks at home who disagree.
Are they right?  Hell, a couple of months ago, I'd have probably said, 'Hell,
yes, they're right!' -- but you know, I was covering MY stupid ass!  Being
gay can be a hassle -- largely because of shitheads who have a problem of one
type or another with who and what THEY are.  I figure you do your best to
avoid discussing it with anybody.  Well, that will probably work for whose
dick you suck, too -- you don't have to get stupid about it."

	"Yeah, uh, okay..."  It was a lot for Vince to absorb at one sitting.

	Fred eyed him.  "Lookit, you don't like the bottom much, do you?"

	"Well, no."

	"I thought it was scary -- figured I'd turn into Little Nicky.  It
didn't happen, though, and watching that little shit is an education; I ain't
never gonna be somebody's bitch like he is.  Point is, sometime, you're gonna
hook up -- and whoever you're with is gonna want the occasional piece.  If
you wanna keep the relationship, you'll learn to give it up -- not because
you like it, but because it's the right thing to do.  Even Little Nicky is
gonna want to use that prong of his occasionally..."  He paused a moment,
then added, "If it'll help you, we can hook up sometime and I'll be happy to
blow you or up some ass; sucking in particular doesn't fucking bother me.
Just tell the guys, and if I'm not busy, we can take it off-line somewhere,
okay?"

	"I... sure!  Thanks!"  Vince managed to smile as he got out of the
truck; maybe shit wasn't that bad, after all...

	Fred shook his head as he fired up the truck and pointed it toward
the house.  "Makin' dates to fuck the 'Deliverance' crowd -- what the fuck am
I thinkin'?"

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	Saturday morning slowly made itself known to those sleeping here and
there.  Frank was up first -- and he decided not to rip off another piece of
Iris.  His parting comment was, "When you aren't raising Hell, you're a
pretty decent fuck!" while masking the follow-on, 'for an old tubby bitch!'
Iris held her peace, having figured out at some point overnight that Frank
COULD blackmail her effectively forever -- and if she put the thought into
his head, he probably would...

	It rapidly became clear that breakfast at the Carpenters would be a
command performance, given the number of couples on site -- but Candace
wasn't up for it.  Brenda and Bonita took over, and others pitched in as they
got up; Gina was cooking pancakes when Janice minced furtively into the
kitchen ahead of Mark.  Jasmine and Isaiah were at the table eating and Donna
was pouring cereal for Mac.  "Uh uh," Mac told Janice, "you go take that shit
off.  Everybody else is naked..."  The boys browbeat Mark into agreeing;
eventually, Janice huddled in his lap, nude, while he fed her pancakes.

	"Where is our ride?" Mark asked, sipping coffee.

	"Hear that?" Mac put his hand to his ear.  There was the sound of
fleshy smacks coming from the master suite.  "I'm thinkin' that's our ride
givin' our hostess HER ride..."  Donna grinned and nodded, having stuck her
head in the door some time back.  Candace was riding Randy cowgirl...

	"So, Gina," Mac chuckled, "Are you ruined forever?"

	"Just for a couple of days, I think," Gina replied, cupping her
crotch -- then she came up short and looked over at Mac.  "You, uh, don't
need anything, do you?"  She glanced around looking for trouble from any
direction.

	"Nah, I'm handled," Mac chuckled.  "Ain't I, Darlin'?"  Donna stepped
in close and wrapped his arm around her middle.

	Terence chuckled.  "The only dude around here likely to hold your
feet to the fire is in there getting his from somebody else -- you're in good
shape, Gina.  You did what you were supposed to last night; I think your
account is pretty much paid up -- as long as you don't get cocky."  Gina
nodded.

	Fifteen minutes later, Candace came out, mumbling, "Goddamned
mask..."  Nobody else was wearing one, but she had to.  "Is there any
coffee?"  Randy showed up a couple of minutes later; you could see the new
girls all adding two and two.

	It took two ferry runs to get all of the couples that didn't have
their own transport back to the school; Randy went on home after that to
catch Damian just leaving his house.  Wasted, he crawled back into bed.

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	Here and there was some backlash from parents over what had turned
out to be an impromptu overnight stay for some of the girls -- notably
Janice, whose father wanted to know what she'd been doing all night.  Janice
used Donna for an alibi, but Tom Fremd, being a major philanderer in his own
right, didn't believe it.  Donna, having had to use Anita herself, almost
botched the phone call; fortunately, her mother was at work and unavailable
for Tom to probe.  There was something about the whole mess that just wasn't
right...  "Abby!"

	"Tom?"  Abigail knew that tone of voice.

	"Janice is up to something.  You take her ass in the bathroom and
make sure she isn't..."

	"Tom!"

	"Do it!  And you'd better not come out here and try to sell me some
bullshit, either!"

	So Abigail ended up escorting her daughter to the bathroom and
examining her virginity -- and Janice ended up relieved that it was intact.
Tom grumbled about it but didn't contest Abby's report; after a bit he headed
out to go off to 'play darts' at the local bar, leaving his wife and daughter
to their own devices.  Abby had her own nose for the unusual, however, and it
was twitching...  "So what REALLY happened?" she asked.

	Janice flinched -- a dead giveaway.

	"Were you with a boy?" Abigail asked, expecting a denial -- and froze
-- Janice had flinched AGAIN!  "You were?"

	"W--well..."

	"Good God!  If your father finds out..."

	"We didn't..."

	"Obviously.  What DID you do?"

	"I...  Nothing."

	"Janice..."  Abigail brought out the big guns.  "If I tell your
father when he comes home..."

	"No, Momma, no!  Please!"

	"Then TELL ME!"

	There was NO WAY Janice could reveal EVERYTHING, so she had to tell
enough of the truth to put her mother off the scent...  "There was a big
party after the game -- a bunch of us girls and some guys from the football
team..."

	"Janice..."  'The football team?  That's not believable...'

	"No, really!  Lately, I dunno, the girls have just been getting
lucky, left and right!  Donna is dating!  So is Anita, and Misha, and Miriam
-- even Teela!  It's like something weird happened and suddenly boys notice
us!"

	"Misha Lezynski is dating?  Janice, you are going to HAVE to do
better than THAT!"  Abigail called her daughter's bluff by picking up the
phone and calling the Lezynski residence.  "Iris?  Janice came home this
morning with some bullshit story that she was out with the girls and a bunch
of football guys.  Is Misha dating?"

	"Well, yes, actually," Iris said carefully.  "What else did she tell
you?"

	"Was Janice with a boy?"

	"Um, define 'with a boy'..." Iris muttered.

	"Well, I know she didn't have sex..."

	'Whew!'  "Well, I DID see her with Mark Torres..."

	"You were there?"

	"Yes.  I was a, um, chaperone.  Yeah..." Iris thought her heart was
going to beat a hole in her chest!

	"So, I hear a LOT of the girls suddenly have boyfriends on the
team..." Abigail eyed her daughter, who sat sweating, wondering how the other
half of the call was going.

	"Well, there is a new venue -- some sort of unofficial Booster Club,"
Iris related.  "The girls seem to have discovered that if they can go to the
after-game events, the guys tend to see them in a more up-close and personal
manner.  Since the parties have adults there, it's all pretty safe, I
guess..."  'Whoa!  What a load of bull!' Iris thought, amazed at herself.
Somehow, the tale just rolled off her tongue...

	"Whatever happened to sock-hops?" Abigail wondered aloud.  "These
aren't drunken frat parties or anything like that, are they?"

	"No, no booze, no drugs -- the boys are on the team and can't be
doing that stuff.  They just, you know, dance, play games, watch videos -- we
had Chinese..."

	"Okay, well, thanks!  Maybe I can chaperone sometime..."

	"Yeah, maybe," Iris agreed faintly, thinking, 'Yeah, Tom would LOVE
THAT!'

	Abigail hung up and turned to her daughter, "So, did you kiss him?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"How was it?"

	Janice pretty much thought she was out of trouble for about ten
minutes -- it was all about mother-daughter bonding.  They sat on the couch
and talked as openly as Janice could afford to.  Then Abigail dropped the
bomb, "You know, Honey, he's going to want sex.  What are you going to do?"

	Janice, blind-sided, floundered.  "I -- I..."

	Abigail cocked her head.  "What did you do?"

	"Nothing."

	"I know when you're lying!  Did he feel you up?"

	"Yes."  It was a whisper.

	"What else?  Did you touch him?"

	"Yes."

	"Omigod!  I thought this was supervised!" Abigail erupted.

	Janice, unclear on what Iris had told her mother, temporized, "We
sneaked off."

	Abigail sighed.  "Honey, this guy is a jock.  He's going to want sex
from you -- and then he's going to want you gone.  I've seen it a million
times."  'Tom does it every week or so, it seems like...' she added to
herself.

	"No, Momma, he's not like that," Janice declared.

	"They're ALL like that, Honey!" Abigail retorted, "Every one!"

	"Mark isn't!" Janice retorted hotly.  "I can prove it!"

	"How?"

	Janice froze, realizing that she'd gone too far.  Sure, she knew
better -- but telling her mother why...  The silence was deafening, and went
on and on and on...

	"Because I TOLD him we could -- do it -- and he didn't!" Janice burst
out.

	Abigail sighed.  "That just means that he decided he could do better
elsewhere," she related sadly.  "Where did he go after he left you?"

	"This morning?  Home!"

	"What?"

	"I SLEPT with him, Momma!  All night!  We sneaked off to a bedroom
and, well, did SOME sex things -- then we cuddled and went to sleep!"

	"Some sex things..."  Abigail was at a loss.  "Like what?"

	"He, ummm, tickled my... you know..." Janice stopped, embarrassed.

	"And what did YOU do?"

	"I... sucked him," Janice related.

	"Where did you learn THAT?"

	"Well," Janice looked away, "watching you..."

	"Oh."  Abigail came up short.

	"You aren't mad, are you?  If Daddy finds out..."  Having Daddy find
out was the ultimate threat.

	Abigail sat there quiet, thinking.  Time passed.  Janice got REALLY
nervous; Momma seemed to age ten years, just sitting there.  Finally, Abigail
said quietly, "If your father finds out you are sexually active, he'll have
sex with you -- and he'll be abusive about it."

	"Momma!"  Janice's eyes popped.

	"If you've seen your father and I," Abigail said quietly, "then you
have some idea what's going on between us, don't you?"  She looked up and met
her daughter's eyes.  "I think you need to know the rest of the story.  I'm
not a wife -- not really.  I'm a housekeeper and a laundress and a cook --
and a caregiver for your father's accidental offspring..."

	Janice gasped, but it wasn't THAT big a surprise.  Abigail produced
this crooked smile and said, "Your grandfather Hoffman was politically
connected, so when your father took my virginity on a drunken one-night stand
and left me with you, he brought pressure to bear.  So your father married me
-- but there was never any requirement that he be faithful; your grandfather
was satisfied that his homely daughter had a roof over her head for herself
and her daughter."  She sighed.  "I know what goes on; I put my blinders on
consciously every morning.  I could divorce him, but we would lose by it; by
the same token, he could file for divorce at any time, particularly now that
you're getting on toward adulthood -- but over time, I've become a
convenience.  I provide meals and clean clothes, and a clean place to live,
and someone to keep the beer flowing -- and occasionally, when he's desperate
and hasn't managed to hunt down something better, I'm a cum-dumpster."

	"Momma, that's..."

	"Terrible?"  Abigail smiled crookedly.  "If you've watched what he
does to me when he can't get sex elsewhere, then you know there is no love
between us.  I know him, though; the day he discovers that you are sexually
active, you will have betrayed him -- you will have proven yourself to be as
ugly and stupid as your mother -- and he will use you sexually, in every ugly
way he can think of.  And from that day forward, the price you will pay to
continue to live under his roof will be whatever ugly act takes his fancy on
a given day."

	"Omigod!  What can I do?"

	"Nothing," Abigail sighed, looking at her daughter in sympathy.  "The
clock is already ticking.  In a perfect world, this boy Mark would sweep you
off your feet and take you away from all this -- but in a perfect world, we
wouldn't be in this mess.  The best you can do is lie about the whole thing
for as long as you can -- and you're a TERRIBLE liar, Sweetheart -- just
TERRIBLE!"

	"So I'm doomed?" Janice asked, resignation already coloring her
reactions.

	"Completely."  Abigail got up and went to the liquor cabinet and took
out two glasses and a bottle of red wine, despite the fact that it was not
yet noon, and placed them on the coffee table before them.  Pouring the
glasses from the bottle, she handed one to Janice.  "Tell me everything; the
closest I've been to romance in a very long time has been television.  How
did he taste?"

	Janice ducked her head and thought hard for over a minute.  "Momma,
what did Mrs. Lezynski tell you?"

	Abigail eyed her daughter.  "That there was a party.  That you and
some of the other girls were in some club that allowed you to meet the boys
on the football team.  That there were adults present, but no alcohol or
drugs."

	"Okay," Janice sighed.  "That's all true, I guess.  But there is a
lot more to it.  I need... absolution.  If Daddy hears this, whatever you
think he will do to me he will do tonight!"

	Abigail sipped her wine.  "What's in it for me?  Why should I keep
the secret?"

	Janice eyed her mother.  "It's a lot better story..."

	"I see..." her mother murmured.  It was THE answer, actually.  "Very
well..."

	So Janice opened her mouth -- but nothing came out.  Suddenly, she
was trapped in a quagmire of conflicting concerns.  "I... can't.  Other
people are involved."

	"What?" Abigail erupted.  "I'll call Iris..."

	"She can't, either.  Momma, I need to make a phone call.  I can fix
it, then..."

	"This had better be good!"

	"Oh, it will be, Momma -- it will be!  I promise!"

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