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Chapter 13


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 13 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: mm oral anal voy mf D/s MF

Chapter 13

	Couples who had their own transport started slipping away, leaving
those who didn't and had no place to go.  Marta and Alonzo had a short but
wonderful tryst, after which Marta headed home -- and took Maddie and Hank
with her.  Chuck chased down Candace and they retired to the master suite --
where Chuck would spend the night and Candace would drain him like a semen
vampire.  Ray found Louise at loose ends and -- more to make certain that
Bernice didn't get any ideas than anything else -- managed to find a load to
drop in her.  The good news for Louise was that it took a while...

	Toby approached Bobby soon after leaving Mark and Janice.  Trish was
asleep on Bobby's lap.  "We're thinking that you should become a full
member," Toby related.

	"The initiation seems to be pretty ugly," Bobby opined.

	"We came up with something," Toby assured him.  "If you got a blowjob
from a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl, a guy your age would be in pretty
big trouble if people found out, wouldn't he?"

	"Yeah..."  Bobby eyed Toby sidelong.

	"We happen to know a girl who would be happy to do that.  It doesn't
make it any more legal, but no one would be coercing her," Toby related.
"It's relatively painless -- nobody gets hurt and nobody's reputation gets
ruined -- but it's illegal, so..."

	Bobby shrugged.  "I'll have to talk to Trish.  I don't want her
upset."

	"Fine."  Toby nodded.  "The up-side is that you'll know where this
place is and be able to come and go on your own."

	"Yeah..."  Bobby nodded.  "What about Pete Phifer?  Then he can hook
up with Tabitha..."

	"Good point," Toby agreed.  He moved off, looking for the pair.

	They were tucked between the pool table and the wall; Tabitha was
sucking Pete but not working at it -- more soaking it in her mouth than
anything else.  Pete looked exhausted.  "Hey, Pete, how would you like to be
a full member?" Toby asked.

	Pete shrugged.  "What's the benefit?"

	"You would know where this place is.  You could talk to Tabitha about
things that go on... inside..." Toby dangled the bait.

	"What do I have to do?"

	"Insiders have an initiation -- it's to keep you quiet and protect
everyone.  We have something cooked up that is technically illegal and will
work to hold you but isn't terrible..." Toby replied.

	"Like what?"

	"A blowjob."

	"I don't do guys -- and I don't get done by guys..." Pete grunted.

	"It's a girl -- she's just young."

	"Jeez..."

	"She likes it -- you can ask her," Toby insisted.

	Tabitha pulled her lips off Pete's cock.  "Brie?"

	"Yeah," Toby nodded.

	"He's right."  She went back to sucking.

	"Baby?" Pete rubbed Tabitha's neck.

	"Please?" Tabitha asked.

	"Okay."  Pete nodded at Toby.  "Let me know."

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	Nicky stayed upstairs.  Vince found him there, eventually -- and
Eddie Ray, too, sitting in a chair with Iris draped across him so he could
play with her titties.  "What the fuck?" Vince grunted.

	"I'm trying out the opposing team," Eddie Ray mused.  "Not bad,
actually."

	"She can't fuck you," Vince snarled.

	"That was a pretty nasty thing to say!" Iris objected.  "I bet Eddie
Ray has options."  She turned to Eddie Ray.  "You can fuck me anywhere you
like."

	Eddie Ray turned a triumphant look on Vince, who snarled and moved
off.  "He needed that," Eddie Ray mused.  "He can be a bastard."

	"Sweetie," Iris murmured, "would you like to go home with me?  Chris
can take you home in the morning..."

	"Who ARE you, anyway?" Eddie Ray asked.

	"Promise you won't freak?"

	"Promise!"

	"I'm Misha's mother."

	"Huh!  Kewl!"  Eddie Ray collected a nipple.  "Were you serious
about...?"

	"You want my butt?  Sure.  We might want to clean it out, but you can
have it.  Hey, do you like bubble baths?" Iris asked.

	"Sounds like fun!"

	"Let's see if we can get a ride..."  Iris got up and they went off in
search of a driver.

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	That driver turned out to be Toby.  Vince and Eddie Ray and Iris and
Misha and Chris and Ben and Gina and Jasmine and Isaiah all made the first
load, with Nicky riding shotgun.  Vince actually collected Nicky to take home
on arrival at the school.

	Chuck was taken care of.  Ray and Alonzo and Bernice and Pete
Franklin and Wanda and Tad and Anita and Donna and Mac were the second load,
with Amy riding shotgun.

	Mark and Janice and Bobby and Pete and Tabitha and Trish -- and Frank
and Miriam -- pretty much emptied out the place.  Toby drove to Horner's,
following Pete Phifer and Bobby and their women, and picked up his car, and
he and Amy were left at loose ends.  "Ma is home," Toby noted, "and Robert
isn't."  Amy nodded -- she knew what THAT meant.  No sex -- it would drive
poor Beth up the wall!  "We have GOT to get the new clubhouse going!" Toby
complained.

	"We can go back..." Amy mused.  "Candace kept Chuck and Lon has
Sally..."

	Toby nodded.  "I'm tired, but I might want to do something later."

	"Me, too," Amy yawned.  "We can plan to cuddle, and if it happens, it
won't hurt anything."

	"It's a plan..."  They turned the car back toward Carpenters.

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	"Come in," Nicky insisted.  He and Vince were sitting in Vince's car
in Nicky's driveway.

	"What will your folks say?"

	"Mama is sound asleep.  We'll just tell her some story in the
morning.  It'll be okay," Nicky assured Vince.

	"Where's your Dad?"

	"Long gone."

	"Man, I dunno..."

	"Please?"  Nicky turned puppydog eyes on his idol.

	The idea of spending the night was tempting -- Vince had never been
able to do that.  The night he and Nicky played at Toby's was the closest
he'd ever come.  Eddie Ray was...  Well, who the fuck knew WHAT was up with
Eddie Ray!  THAT was probably dead...  "If you're SURE..."

	"Well, we'll have to be quiet..."

	"Awright."  Vince got out and locked his car and crept behind Nicky
to the door and waited while Nicky unlocked it and crept inside.

	Myra Mangia heard her son come in.  Lots of times, when Nicky came
home from a school event, he climbed in with her.  People were cruel to
Nicky, and he hurt for it, regularly.  She would cuddle him and tell him it
was okay and he would settle down and go to sleep and all would be right with
the world...  Lately, though, she'd noticed that he seemed happier.  That was
good -- but she got lonely...

	Now, they never DID anything -- Nicky was her little boy, after all!
But it was nice, having him backed up against her in bed...

	'What's that thump?  Is he whispering?  How odd...'  Myra wanted to
investigate, but sometimes it was best if she just waited in bed for him to
come in.  Maybe he was angry and cursing.  Boys did that -- cursing.  Nicky
was getting older, too, and it was a coming of age thing.  Myra made a note
to chide him about it gently in the morning and waited...

	But Nicky didn't come into her room!  Instead, she could hear his bed
squeak.  'He's probably tossing and turning, poor thing!' Myra mused.  'It's
very late -- he probably decided not to disturb me...'  She got up and threw
on a robe and tiptoed to Nicky's bedroom door.

	'He's still whispering!' Myra picked up the faintest sounds -- they
sounded like talk...  Carefully, she turned the knob.

	"Are you sure?"

	"Please?  Just stick it in.  I want to sleep like that.  If we're
real quiet..."

	'There is someone with him!' Myra realized.  'Another boy!'
Paralyzed, she continued to listen...

	"Yesss..."  Nicky backed onto Vince's cock, feeling it pop through
his sphincter and slowly slide into his ass.  "So nice..."

	"You're nuts!" Vince whispered.  "If you wake up your momma..."

	"It will be all right!" Nicky insisted.  "It's a sleepover.  She
won't mind..."

	"Yeah, right!"  Vince had his dick in Nicky's ass and a handful of
his little cock and balls.  'Momma would LOVE that!' he thought, jacking his
slight lover's cock.

	'Isn't that nice!' Myra thought.  'Nicky brought home a friend!  I'll
just let them know it's all right...'  "Oh, boys!  Can I come in?"

	"Yikes!" Vince yelped, extracting his erection from Nicky's ass.
They'd been spooned on the bed; Nicky quickly grabbed the bedclothes and
spread them over the pair of them.

	"Okay!" Nicky yelled, knowing Mama would come in anyway.

	Myra entered and threw on the light, blinding them all.  "It's so
nice of you to come home with Nicky -- I can't remember when he had one of
his little friends..."  She stopped, getting a good look at Vince.  "My!
You're not little!  You're muscular!"

	"Uh, yes, Ma'am.  I'm into wrestling -- and football," Vince
muttered.

	"Your father loved his workouts at the gym," Myra reminisced fondly
for Nicky's benefit, adding to herself, 'among other things...'

	"This is Vince," Nicky supplied.

	"Hello, Vince.  I just wanted you to know that I'm pleased that
you're here.  I'm a little bit enervated, having waited all this time for
Nicky to come home, so I think I'll take a sleeping pill.  Good night, Boys!"
Myra smiled, shut off the light and closed the door.

	She did NOT, however, take a sleeping pill...

	Something about the situation was just a little too pat.  Myra lay in
her bed, feigning sleep for almost half an hour before Nicky stuck his head
in to check on her.  After that, she really didn't need to see what went on
next, but it brought back memories...

	"She's asleep!" Nicky related in a whisper.

	"You thought she was LAST time!" Vince whispered back.

	"Come on, PLEASE!" Nicky begged.

	"I don't think it's smart..."

	"I'll just suck you, then," Nicky offered.

	Myra, listening through the door she'd cracked open before Nicky even
made it back into bed, sighed.  There it was...  Her little boy would be
crawling into other beds for solace...  She listened to the liquid sounds,
knowing full well what they were.

	"Okay, we'll do it -- but if she comes in, we're fucked!" Vince
hissed.

	"It'll be okay.  She took a pill!"

	"Yeah, whatever.  If we're gonna do it, we might as well do it like
lovers instead of dogs..." Vince grunted.  Nicky nodded, lay on his back, and
raised his knees.

	Myra waited until they were making soft slapping sounds, then opened
the door; nobody noticed her standing there watching Vince's ass cheeks flex
as he drove his cock into Nicky, who panted and whined quietly under the
assault.  Myra stepped left so she could watch Nicky masturbate, jacking
himself in time to the cock plowing his ass.  So familiar...  She watched the
whole thing, right through Nicky's breathless, "I'm gonna cum!" and Vince's
gasp of "Your asshole is winking!  UUUUUHHHHGGHHH!!!"  Then she slipped out
while Nicky pulled Vince's head down for a kiss.

	THEN she took a sleeping pill...  Frankly, she needed one.

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	Pete Franklin and Wanda sat in Pete's car in Wanda's driveway.  It
was at least two a.m.  "I, uh..."  Pete shook his head.

	"Shhhh..."  Wanda caressed his face.  "You've apologized fifteen
times already!  I get it!"

	"You're not supposed to forgive me."

	Wanda squeezed his hand.  "You don't get it, Pete.  From my
perspective, tonight was... incredible!  It was like a dream come true!  I
was out, I spent the evening with a boy -- two, actually, or maybe three, if
you count Ray.  I lost my virginity -- I expected to keep THAT for another
couple of years yet.  I have a couple of dates to look forward to -- and I'm
going to Homecoming!  I couldn't be mad if you shot me!"

	"Yeah, well -- about that crazy contest..."

	"What about it?"

	"We shouldn't have put you through that."

	"It was scary, but look at the bright side!  The sex was wonderful
and we're sitting here, talking.  That wouldn't have happened in a million
years..."

	"Don't remind me..."

	"Shhhh."  Wanda squeezed his hand again.  "You learned something.  I
learned something.  We had a good time.  It's okay!"  Wanda caught a flicker
of movement at an upstairs window.  "Uh oh.  My sister is up.  Do me a
favor?"

	"What?"

	"Kiss me -- or pretend to, anyway -- she can't see us that well, I
bet.  I want to make my big sister jealous!" Wanda giggled.

	"Okay."  Pete leaned in and collected her lips.  After a moment, his
tongue came out.  A bit after that, things got serious and the duel was on!
The kiss went way beyond any requirement for generating jealousy...

	"Omigod!" Wanda gasped.  "You didn't have to do THAT!"

	"Hey, if you're gonna do something..." Pete grinned.  "I needed the
practice, didn't you?"

	"So if I asked you to molest me a little?" Wanda giggled, eyeing him
sidelong.

	"How soon before your daddy shows up with a gun?" Pete shot back.

	Wanda cackled.  "It'll take him a while to get over the shock..."

	"Well, go on..." Pete released her hand, then had a thought.  "Want a
hickey?"

	"You WOULDN'T!" Wanda's eyes danced.

	"I might..."

	"Just a little one?" Wanda begged.  Pete leaned over and began to
suck her neck and she groaned.  "Put your hand up my blouse!" she croaked.
"Ooohhh!"  Pete fought his way under her right bra cup.  "Oh, God!  Yes!"

	After a minute or so, Pete let up.  "I'm pretty sure there's a
mark..."

	"Good!"  Wanda pulled him in and bussed him on the mouth.  "Thanks
for a wonderful time!"  She got out of the car and swayed up the drive and
across the yard to her porch, then turned to wave.  Pete waved back and
waited until she was inside to start the car and drive away.

	"What the FUCK was THAT?" Wanda's big sister Kelly asked.

	"What?" Wanda pretended innocence.

	"That shit in the car!"

	"That was me and my date..." Wanda replied.

	"You didn't have any date!" Kelly accused.  "You went out of here
with the girls!"

	"He's on the team..." Wanda said mildly.  "He had to ride the bus..."

	Kelly was two years older than Wanda, a sophomore in the local
community college, and bigger in every dimension than Wanda.  By her own
admission, she couldn't get a date to a dogfight.  Kelly had a beautiful
voice, and probably had a career ahead of her in customer service or
telemarketing -- but her voice was raw with jealousy as she berated her
sister.  "Did he have his hand in your blouse?"

	Wanda made a production of adjusting her bra.  "He might have."  She
cocked her head to one side, "Did he leave a mark on my neck?"

	Kelly took a look.  "Yes," she grated.  "What ELSE did he do?  You're
a slut!"

	"You're just jealous, Sis!" Wanda laughed.  "What do you want to
know?"

	"Who is he?  What are you up to?" Kelly demanded, simmering.

	"His name is Pete and he's on the football team," Wanda replied
calmly.  "We're not exclusive or anything, but he's taking me to
Homecoming..."

	"He is NOT!" Kelly howled.  Kelly spent her entire high school career
going everywhere with girls -- and had not one date.  College hadn't been
much better, thus far.  That her sister might have a date to Homecoming was a
harpoon through her heart!  "I'm gonna call Bethany Blaisdale tomorrow -- her
sister Gina is a cheerleader.  SHE'LL know what's going on!"

	"Whatever..."  Wanda waved it off.  She was pretty sure that Gina
wouldn't do anything more than confirm what Wanda had just told her sister --
after all, she and Ben Ellis had been connected at the crotch every time
Wanda looked at them, which meant Gina had secrets, too...

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

	"Uh oh."  Mac pulled into Donna's driveway and sat there, frowning.

	"What's wrong?" Donna asked.

	"That's Pop's car!  I'm sure of it!"

	"You're not serious!" Donna's eyes popped.

	"How good is your mom with men?" Mac asked.  "Does she, you know,
keep them under her thumb?"

	"I've never actually seen Mom with a man," Donna related.  "I think
she avoids them."

	"Well, you've seen Pop in action," Mac muttered.  "Either she shot
him and the cops came and left already, or..."

	"You're kidding!" Donna gasped.

	"Oh, I don't think so..."

	"You'd better come in with me, then."

	Mac got out and locked his car -- figuring this could take a while --
and followed Donna inside.  There was nothing amiss in the living room,
but...  Mac wandered over near the couch and sniffed.  There was an aura...
"I don't think they made it out of the living room."

	"Are you sure?"

	"Remember what Pop did to you?  He's an expert," Mac replied.  "Your
mom didn't have any backup..."

	"Then where are they?"

	"Your mom's room?"

	Donna rolled her eyes and led the way...

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	"Pop!  Jesus Christ!"

	"Huh?"  Harmon Thornton dragged himself back to consciousness.  He
was exhausted -- Noreen Travers had somehow teased four loads out of him and
he wasn't a teen anymore by a couple of decades!  That last time had probably
lasted a half-hour...  The woman was insatiable!  "Go away -- and for God's
sake don't wake Noreen up!"

	"Jeezus, Pop!  How low can you go?" Mac complained.

	Noreen opened one eye.  "You would be Mac?"

	"Yes, Ma'am."

	"Harmon says you're sleeping with Donna.  Care to deny it?"

	"No, Ma'am."

	Noreen's gaze shifted to her daughter.  "Things are going well?"

	Donna colored.  "Yes."

	"Take him back to your room, then.  Harmon needs his rest.  I've been
trying to catch up..."

	"She's a succubus!" Harmon whined.

	"Oh, it's not that bad, I'm sure," Noreen purred, rubbing Harmon's
back.

	"Eh, maybe not.  Go away, kids."  Harmon, who was draped atop Noreen,
lay down and relaxed.

	"Mom?" Donna worried.

	"You heard me," Noreen sighed, waving them out.  "If things are going
good, it won't take much arm twisting to get Mac to sleep in your bed.  We'll
talk about all this in the morning."

	Donna and Mac eyed each other and shrugged, then Donna took Mac's
hand and led him out and up the hall.  Entering her room, she muttered, "It's
a canopy bed..."

	"Of course."  Mac grinned.

	The pair started to strip down, but Donna stopped in her bra and
panties, looking diffident.  "Mac..."

	"Shut up and get in bed," Mac growled.  Donna nodded and finished,
climbing into bed nude and cuddling up to Mac.

	"You didn't let me finish," she muttered.

	"You were gonna say something dumb, like I don't have to, or
something, weren't you?" Mac murmured into her hair.

	"Well, yeah."

	"Why would I not want to?"

	"I don't know," Donna said softly.  "Sometimes, when guys get pushed,
they push back.  Tomorrow morning is probably not gonna be fun."

	Mac sighed.  "Pop has complicated things.  If he and your mom get
into it over him coming in here and seducing her, it's gonna make our life
Hell -- so I want you to understand how it is, Darlin'.  You're my girl.
Whatever it takes, I'm gonna do it.  We may have to BOTH move out, but we're
gonna keep seeing each other."

	"Really?"

	"Really.  I want you right here."  Mac hugged her to him.

	"Okay."  Donna started to sniffle -- and it wasn't allergies.  Mac
accepted it for what it was.  They'd gotten plenty of sex at the party, so
Mac just pulled her head onto his chest and rubbed her back until they both
fell asleep.

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	When they got out of the van at the school, Frank waved Miriam before
him, "That way."  Miriam didn't argue.  Thus far, Frank had done everything
right -- and this was just a continuation.  She knew when she got in his car
that he wasn't taking her home to her house...

	He wasn't.  He took her home to HIS house.

	Pop was still up -- which was a complication.  He was probably drunk,
too.  Frank sighed.  Well, nothing was ever perfect...

	Frank stopped on the porch.  "Be respectful.  Keep your mouth shut,
whenever possible.  Pop thinks women are the scum of the earth, so you want
to be PERFECT around him, understand?  Pop doesn't get shit from you unless I
say he does -- if the subject should ever come up, you let him know that,
diplomatically.  If he ever decides to just take shit, anyway, you fight it
until he starts hurting you, then you give it up -- and let ME handle it,
afterwards.  I'll take a fucking two-by-four to him, but it might take
that..."

	Miriam absorbed this, integrated it, and said, "Yes, Sir."  It wasn't
exactly thrilling news, but, hey, she didn't want life to be that simple,
anyway...  This was what she got for deciding that her relationships had to
have challenges associated with them -- and it was just another challenge...

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	Somebody shut off the TV.  Ron Parker opened one bloodshot eye and
saw two of his son -- no, maybe not...  Shifting to binocular vision, he
examined the other person present and grated, "Where did you get THAT cow?"

	"The stockyards," Frank replied.  "What's it to you?"

	"What the fuck is she doing in my house?"

	"She's a pet.  Don't worry -- she's my fucking problem," Frank
replied.  "I'll be feeding and watering her and keeping her fucking cage
clean.  In fact, you leave her alone -- I don't want you trying to pull parts
off, or anything."

	Ron took a second look -- the little bitch hadn't even blinked at the
exchange.  "You pussy-whipped already?" he asked his son, watching the cunt
for a reaction.

	"Not likely."  Frank grinned.  "I got lucky -- she's about half-
trained to be worth something."

	"Yeah?"  Ron decided to play rough.  "Does she like having a cock
down her neck?"

	"Yeah, she's rugged that way -- tough.  Padded, too, so she can take
a beating.  Nice fun bags."  Frank gave it right back -- and the little bitch
just stood there, looking serene.

	Ron eyed her.  "She deaf?"

	"Nope."

	"Does she talk?"

	"When I haven't told her to keep her yap shut."

	"I'll believe it when I see it.  Say something, Slut," Ron demanded.

	Miriam said nothing, flashing Frank a look.

	"Say hello to Pop," Frank directed.

	"Hello," Miriam said quietly.

	"Well, I'll be goddamned."  Ron turned to Frank.  "What, does she
think this is a fucking game?"

	"Nope.  She knows what's what," Frank replied.  "Just so YOU know,
she's fucking mine!  She doesn't do shit for you unless I tell her to.  And
if you go fucking with her just to see what her breaking point is, I'm gonna
be pissed!"

	Ron eyed Miriam.  "She do dishes?"

	"If she doesn't, she'll learn."  Frank turned to Miriam.  "You don't
even do THAT for Pop -- you clean the house because I told you to and for no
other reason."

	"Yes, Sir."

	"You don't get him a beer unless I clear it.  I don't want Pop
bossing you -- he breaks things," Frank insisted.

	"Yes, Sir."  Miriam's signature calm was firmly in place.

	"What the fuck DOES she do?" Ron demanded.  "All I'm hearing is what
she doesn't."

	"You'd be surprised."  Frank looked at his watch.  It was late -- but
if he took Miriam to bed without some kind of demonstration, Pop would figure
he was pussy-whipped and she was all show and no go.  He picked up the remote
and turned the TV back on.  "You watching anything?"

	"No, I was nursing my buzz," his father grunted.

	"It probably needs tuning."  Frank turned to Miriam.  "Go see if
there are two beers in the refrigerator.  If there are, bring 'em back.  Get
naked on the way somewhere.  Leave your shoes on -- the floor is probably
sticky.  Give one to Pop and come see me."  Frank flopped on the couch and
started clicking the remote.

	Ron eyed his son.  "You're fucking kidding me."

	"Nope."  Frank eyed his father.  "I got motherfucking lucky.  If she
isn't the most perfect cunt who ever walked the earth, she's damned close --
and it's all natural -- I didn't buy her from white slavers or anything.  But
Pop, I want you to keep your hands off, because you don't know a good thing
when you see it.  If she needs a beating, I'll do it, so I don't have to make
explanations to the cops."

	"She'll get bored."

	"What part of 'she's a natural' don't you understand, Pop?" Frank
asked.

	"I'll believe it when I see it."

	"Watch all you want," Frank went back to the TV.

	Miriam padded in, wearing nothing but her sandals.  She stopped at
Ron's recliner and extended a beer; Ron glared at her for a moment and then
took it.  Then she moved on to Frank, knelt, opened Frank's beer, and
presented it with both hands.

	Ron was impressed in spite of himself.

	Frank took the beer and said, "Unzip me and see if I have anything
left after last time."  Miriam did as she was told, unzipping Frank's fly and
sucking him in.  After a moment, Frank said, "Just keep it warm and wet --
I'll move you if I want something."  He spent the next half-hour propping his
beer on the back of Miriam's head and occasionally pulling her deep enough to
poke her throat -- and otherwise moving her just enough to maintain an
erection.  Miriam relaxed with her forearms on the couch cushions and took
it.  At the end of the TV program, Frank pushed Miriam back and said, "TV
sucks.  I'm going to bed.  Good night, Pop."  He got up and Ron watched him
walk out -- and watched Miriam follow him at the heel.  Ron turned and looked
through the doorway, watching Frank tell Miriam, "Get your clothes -- there
is enough of a mess down here," wait for her to collect her things, and lead
her up the stairs.

	'Huh!' Ron thought.  'I'll be damned...'  He shut off the TV and
headed for his own bedroom, draining the dregs of his beer.

	Inside Frank's bedroom, Frank pointed at a chair and Miriam tossed
her clothing there.  "Kneel up," Frank directed.  "Get everything below the
waist off."  He undid his shirt and threw it over his head while Miriam
untied his shoes and got him out of them and his socks, then waited for her
to deal with his trousers and underwear.  Then he stood there, looking down
at her.  "Okay, this is a checkpoint.  We're gonna have them, occasionally.
You can speak freely."  He paused for a moment, then asked, "So, what do you
think?"

	"About what, Sir?" Miriam said carefully.

	"I'm gonna go at this real slow," Frank sighed.  "As time goes on...
No, waitaminnit.  Okay.  I'm trying not to fuck up -- you need to consider
this conversation an, I dunno, extension of our contract talk.  So I'm gonna
try to explain this as best I can.  Ultimately, you know you can walk, right?
There are rules for that.  If you walk, we're done -- you can't come back in
a day or two and I won't go begging.  On the other hand, if you come whining
to me and want this or that stupid little bullshit thing that interferes with
my authority, I'm probably gonna put my foot in your ass.  But if something
is really, REALLY wrong and we're headed for a major fuck-up, you need to
grab my arm and get my attention so things don't drop in the toilet.  We need
a signal for that."

	"Okay."  Miriam nodded.

	"You think about it and tell me what it is sometime soon," Frank
admonished her.  "I'm warning you, once it's set, if you abuse it, I'm gonna
take a riding crop and beat your ass from your hips to your knees, so you
better make DAMNED sure it's important!"

	"Yes, Sir."

	"Okay.  In my humble opinion, nothing has gone down tonight that you
ought to have serious heartburn over.  Am I right?"

	"Yes, Sir."

	"Get in the bed."

	Sex wasn't on the agenda -- they'd both had plenty.  Frank spooned up
to Miriam, grabbed a handful of tit flesh, and dropped off.  Miriam had no
problem doing the same.

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

	Trish, Tabitha, Bobby and Pete Phifer let themselves quietly into the
Horner home.  It was late -- after two in the morning.  Trish looked around
the living room.  "That's funny..." she whispered.

	"What?" Bobby asked.

	"Momma was watching Alyssa's sister Brie and Maddie's brother Pietro
and Bonita's brother Gabriel.  The guys should be out here on the couch or
something."  There were pillows and blankets piled on the couch -- but no
boys.

	"So..."  Tabitha stood thinking about it, but Trish was already
moving.  Pete gave Tabitha a gentle push and she fell into line behind Bobby.

	Trish opened her sister's bedroom door and her eyes bulged.  "Oh,
SHIT!" she gasped.  Bobby stuck his head around the door behind her.  Tabitha
caught up at that point, opening the door wide so Pete could see, too.

	Technically, for the purposes of plausible deniability, the young
teens were all dressed -- the girls in nightgowns and the boys in underwear,
at least.  But the way they were arrayed on the bed -- boy-girl-girl-boy with
the boys spooned behind the girls with their hands under their nightgowns --
was damning...  "What are you guys doing?" Trish erupted.

	"Sleeping!" Lillian replied irritably.

	"Those guys shouldn't be in here!  What have you been up to?" Trish
demanded.

	Lillian glared back, "Nothing you haven't done!"

	"Oh, GREAT!  Tell Momma that!" Trish rasped.

	By then, both boys had cautiously retracted their hands, but they
were looking pretty guilty.  Trish turned on them.  "What do you think you're
doing?"

	Pietro, more experienced with the third degree from multiple run-ins
with his father, said, "Sleeping.  We're dressed..."

	"Yeah, and what did you do BEFORE you went to sleep?" Trish demanded.

	Brie popped up.  "What makes you think we did anything?"

	Trish eyed her.  "Brie!  How long have you been fooling around with
Pietro?"

	"What's 'fooling around', exactly?" Brie evaded.

	"Come on, guys!  Both of you boys were playing with titties!" Trish
accused.  "And you girls were letting them, which says there is more to it
than that!"  She spun on Gabriel.  "You aren't following in your brother's
footsteps, are you?"

	Lillian hopped up on her feet on the bed and ranted, "Don't you say
that!  Don't you EVEN say that!  Gabriel is a gentleman!  We've been together
for weeks!"

	Trish took this like a slap in the face.  "Lil!  What have you done?"

	"I'm not saying!"

	"Mom is gonna DIE if she finds out!" Trish howled.

	"Then SHUT UP!" Lillian yelled back.

	But the damage had been done, long since.  Phyllis shoved Pete and
Tabitha out of the way and entered the room, trailed by Randy.  "What's going
on?" she asked, her voice dangerous.


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