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Chapter 15



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 15 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: mmF oral ir mf D/s anal

Chapter 15

	Candace presented Fred with a check for twenty thousand dollars at
ten a.m.  Fred called Rico and they started pulling permits, largely for
plumbing and kitchen work.  Candace called in Jiang Yi and Toby and Amy --
and Randy, who, as it turned out, was taking architectural drawing in school
-- and began working on the detailed plan.

	Toby was in charge of electronic entertainment -- and surveillance.
A portion of the servant's quarters off one of the back wings of the old
house would house the security setup.  The big double parlor would be for
dancing, the old dining room for refreshments and perhaps paid dining, and
the library and four of the bedrooms for quieter gatherings.  Big screen TVs
would grace all of these areas.  Rico pointed Jiang Yi at a commercial
kitchen and bath outfitter for the big kitchen and the large baths off the
left rear wing of the house that led out to the pool and patio.  The plan was
to add a steam bath and a sauna -- all of which was to be coed.

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	The barn wasn't obviously a part of the property like the carriage
house -- it was 150 yards away and over the years had become more accessible
via the road than from the house.  Appraisers had tended to overlook it --
but the tax collector didn't, so Candace, Marta -- and Jean, who Candace had
pulled in to help with interior decoration of the house, went off to
investigate, around two p.m. on Saturday afternoon.

	"It's huge!" Candace muttered, sweeping her eyes over what had to be
a classic old barn.  They undid the old rusty lock on the small door inset
into the big sliding door of the barn and stepped through, waving around
flashlights.  None of the three of them were thrilled with dark, musty
spaces...

	"Ewwww!" Candace erupted, "It's full of old..."

	"Antiques!" Jean overrode her.  The barn had obviously been a dumping
ground for the cast-offs of at least one remodel of the bed and breakfast.
"Help me get the big door open so we can see!  There may be a goldmine here!"

	There was.  Jean was going to need help to discover exactly what was
valuable and how valuable it was, but the turn-of-the-century fittings
screamed 'antique' and Jean DEFINITELY recognized four Tiffany lamps!  "I'll
bet the stuff in here could pay for the remodel!" Jean gushed.  "We should
just turn the place into an antique store!"  Her eyes swept the space.  "We
could turn the tack room into an office..."

	"I've got my hands full," Candace rasped.  "If you want it, it's your
project."

	"I will help!" Marta offered.

	"I know a person at the office where I work part-time who can tell me
whether I'm wrong or not -- but I'm pretty certain..."

	"You'd better call in some of the boys to help you make order out of
chaos, then," Candace advised.

	So Jean called Rick, and Rick called Toby -- who was already at the
house, so he called Terence and Damian, which got Louise, and his mother,
which brought Beth in.  Toby trudged over from the house and took a look at
things -- and while he was less than interested in the antiques, the space
suggested some ideas...  He called Amy over from the house to look and
listen.

	<We have several people we're thinking about teaching a lesson or
whatever -- but we don't want them at Carpenters OR at the new house.  This
is just far enough away to not obviously be connected, yet close enough...>
he related mentally.  <We probably only need the place for a couple of weeks
-- and if it is an antiques shop after that, it will make it less
recognizable...>  Inherent in this transmission was the fact that the two of
them would mentally shroud the place from visitors.

	<My mother used to have a little shop,> Amy replied, <She would
probably be thrilled to death to help.>  Guilt underlay that offering --
they'd had to move after the incident wherein Amy lost her virginity and
gained her mental powers.

	<Talk to Jean.  In the meantime, we need to get Jean and Marta to
prioritize this somewhere behind the main house,> Toby sent.  Amy nodded and
set off to speak to Jean while Toby gathered Terence and Damian.

	"We can use this place, temporarily," Toby explained.  "We can get
even with Cindy and Beverly here, and maybe a couple of other projects.
Let's pull Randy in to help.  I figure that if we can get everybody to push
to get the house at least partially ready by Homecoming, we can let Jean and
Marta and maybe Amy's mom turn this place into an antique shop right after,
which will kind of cover our tracks..."

	"Yeah, I get it," Damian nodded.  "Whoever we do shows up and it's a
barn, but then if they come back it's a store..."

	"Right," Toby nodded.  "We'll have to push to make sure everybody
leaves the place alone -- except maybe me and Randy and you guys, while we
rig up video or whatever -- and then we'll have to really climb on and help
right after Homecoming so it's all converted."

	Terence nodded.  "I'm not gonna like this, am I?" he grunted.

	"Well, maybe not," Toby admitted.  "We want to give Cindy and Bev to
Tyrone and Otis -- and make sure everyone knows it."

	"Shit!" Terence grimaced.  "That's cold, Man!"

	"You think they don't deserve it?" Damian asked.

	"I don't want to be in on it," Terence replied, more or less
predictably.  "I'll work on the place, though -- I just don't want to be
there."

	"That's fine," Toby nodded.

	Everybody worked until early evening.  Fred made the mistake of
mentioning that there was considerable drywall work to be done, especially on
the second floor -- and Louise pinned him to the mat with, "I guess you'll
have to bring Luis in."

	"Louise!" Fred howled.

	"Just do it!" Louise ordered.  "Let him get his fill, so he settles
down, or else he's going to go out and screw you over, sooner or later!  If
you let him mess with you some and take the edge off, he'll settle down --
and if he doesn't, we'll make sure we have some video on HIM!"

	"Fuck!"  Fred was angry for hours, afterward.  Rico was to handle the
contract negotiations, because Fred didn't see how he could manage to handle
it in a civil manner.

	"You talk to him," Louise instructed Rico.  "He is NOT to embarrass
Fred in public -- not that Fred needs to know that..."  Rico nodded -- he
wasn't thrilled, but he'd committed himself.

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	Once things started thinning out, Toby turned to Amy and said, "Let's
take a ride."  They headed for the Fremd's.  After Amy verified that Tom
wasn't home, Toby knocked on the door.

	Abigail opened it and eyed Toby.  "So I get to see you this time."

	"Yes," Toby agreed, "There's no reason why not, at this point."

	"Why are you here?"

	"To provide you with some information," Toby replied.  "Janice feels
that merely providing you with the tools to avoid discussing Janice's sex
life with Tom isn't enough."

	"She's right," Abigail grunted, waving them inside and to seats on
the couch.  "Tom can be capricious.  He could come home on any given evening,
pissed about something, and make demands -- and take things into his own
hands, if he feels like it."  There was a pause, then she added, "Janice
isn't safe -- it's time to leave."

	"Momma?" Janice came forward, surprised.

	"I stayed with Tom all this time for your comfort and protection,"
Abigail related, "but you're not safe, now.  Even without your boyfriend,
you're not safe.  It is time to leave."  She sighed, "Problem is, I have
nowhere to go, no job, and no money."

	"We... might be able to offer a solution," Toby said carefully.
"What skills do you have?"

	"I cook -- only passably -- I clean, and I get used and abused
sexually," Abigail said flatly.  "That's it."  Janice gasped.

	"We're building a... facility... to house our club," Toby said
carefully.  "It needs a live-in house mother -- someone to keep an eye on the
place and keep it clean.  We actually have a woman who would do cooking for
large parties and group functions, but she lives elsewhere.  This would be
room and board and a little money..."

	Abigail cocked an eyebrow.  "What are you NOT telling me?"

	"The club is a place where sex goes on between people of various
ages," Toby explained.  "You would have to deal with that."

	Abigail cocked an eyebrow.  "Is it illegal?"

	"Technically, at times.  There is no prostitution.  There is a little
blackmail material collected periodically, but it is merely to maintain
secrecy.  Club members generally allow this as part of their initiation."

	"What else is 'technically' illegal about it?" Abigail asked.

	"If you were to have sex with a boy under eighteen, that would be
technically illegal," Toby replied, "despite the fact that the boy consented
enthusiastically -- that kind of 'technically illegal'."

	Abigail blinked in surprise.  "That happens?"

	"Regularly," Toby grinned.  "It will happen to you if you accept the
position -- it's the simplest initiation for a woman your age."

	Abigail eyed her daughter.  "What does Janice know about all this?"

	"She met Mark at a function at our current site," Toby replied.
"She's not a member of what we might call the inner circle, but she
understands the basics.  We provide an environment where girls can meet guys
more or less anonymously and deal with them without pretense or worries about
their reputation."

	"You create relationships based upon sex," Abigail said flatly.

	"We offer the opportunity," Toby argued.  "Many of Janice's
girlfriends can't attract a male based on looks -- but that doesn't mean they
don't have other, um, sterling qualities.  The club gives them a place to
obtain some experience and confidence -- with boys who had their first
experience, usually, with older women, and therefore know what they're doing.
We go to some effort to keep things anonymous -- but if a boy in the group
were to embarrass a girl, he would be excluded from the group and we would
make every effort to see to it that his reputation suffered, too."

	Amy interjected at this point, "If a matchup appears to work, THEN we
tell the boy and girl who they are with -- and the boy is required to take
the girl out, twice, somewhere public.  Even if things don't work out, long-
term, the girl gets seen out with a guy.  Since many of our members are
popular members of sports teams, for instance, this would tend to move them
up the ladder and get them some serious consideration if a relationship fails
-- but, frankly, our failure rate is pretty low."

	"You don't do this for older women," Abigail noted.

	"No.  The club is a sexual outlet for a number of older women without
partners.  There are some male members, but most of them are, uh, hooked up,"
Toby related.  "But then, that's to female members..."

	"Would I be expected to...?" Abigail began.

	"Yes," Toby answered, simply.

	"Good luck finding someone..." Abigail smiled crookedly.

	"You would be surprised at the success rate," Amy interjected.  "It's
one hundred percent, actually."

	"So I live there, I keep the place clean, and periodically, more or
less when the opportunity presents itself, I have sex with someone.  Sounds
simple," Abigail smiled crookedly.  "Maybe too simple."

	"Perhaps you should meet some ladies," Toby offered.

	"Perhaps."

	"There will be several at the site tomorrow," Toby noted, relaying
the address.

	"What about secrecy?" Abigail queried.

	"You know we don't REALLY need blackmail material," Toby said flatly,
"although we're going to prohibit you from sharing that information..."

	Abigail nodded.  She'd only recognized the pair and remembered their
previous visit upon seeing them on the doorstep; clearly, they were capable
of making her forget things.

	"Tom will be watching football tomorrow afternoon, no doubt," she
related, "either here at home or in a bar somewhere.  I should be able to
stop by."

	Toby rose, Amy following.  "We'll see you then.  Don't bother to get
up -- we'll let ourselves out."

	Abigail turned on the television.  Somehow, her concerns over the
future were papered over; she didn't know how, yet, exactly, but something
akin to optimism had suddenly settled over her.  'It will all work out,' she
thought.

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	When they were done for the day at the house, Terence headed over to
Bonita's to have a second talk with Gabriel about Lillian.  Unfortunately,
Julio was home and heard Terence and Gabriel talking.  No sooner did Terence
leave the room than Julio stepped inside.  "Eh, so, you picked your first
cherry already, little brother?  I'm impressed!  I didn't get my first for
another year!  What technique did you use?  Who is to be your next conquest?"

	Terence DID overhear this -- he hadn't gotten around the corner yet
-- so his voice rumbled from behind Julio, "He used honesty -- THAT was his
technique!  He was a nice guy!"

	"You!" Julio snarled.  "What would you know about honesty?  When do
you plan to dump my roly-poly little sister?"

	"If you hold your breath waiting," Terence rumbled, "You'll turn a
pretty nice shade of blue -- not to mention the fact that the rest of us will
be rid of your sleazy ass!"

	"Ah, no polite sucking up to my father today, eh?" Julio snarled,
"Maybe we should just get it all out?  As worthless as my sister is, she
deserves better than YOU!"

	"Oh?  Maybe some greasy cherry-picker like YOUR sorry ass?" Terence
rejoined.  "How many chicks have you totally fucking ruined because they
found out too late that your silver tongue was longer than your needle dick?"

	"Women are lucky that I pay attention to them!" Julio declared.  "If
not for me, they would have to deal with Neanderthals like YOU!"

	"Tell me, Julio," Terence growled, "How many women have you fucked
TWICE?"

	"Once is enough!" Julio sniffed dismissively.  "All women are whores,
anyway!"

	"I'm sure your mother and sister will be thrilled to hear that!"
Terence rasped.

	"My mother is at least married," Julio replied, "as for my sister,
the evidence of what SHE is stands before me!"

	That was the last thing Julio said for several minutes -- Terence
lost his temper totally and clocked him and Julio hit the floor like a sack
of flour!  He awakened minutes later with his mother dabbing at the cut on
his lip with a rag -- and Lucinda was less than pleased with him!  "All women
are whores, are they?" she snarled.  "That's the SECOND time I've heard it
said that that is your opinion!  You are rude and disgusting, my son -- and
you have a filthy mouth!  I'm glad Terence hit you -- maybe it will teach you
manners!"  Of course, she hadn't told Terence that...

	Bonita was even less charitable -- probably because her mother had
banished Terence before getting the gist of the story.  "So I'm a whore!" she
snapped.  "What about you?  Legend has it that you never date a woman twice
-- and they are all ruined by you!  Are you diseased?  I wonder -- could you
even perform if you were not allowed to open your mouth?"

	"I bet Terence performs, eh?" Julio prodded.

	"You bet he does!" Bonita shot back.  Unfortunately, Arturo was
standing behind her, which led to more family unrest.  Bonita's father had
been pretty sure they were having sex, but having his nose rubbed in it was
another matter!

	Somehow, the basic problem -- Gabriel's relationship with Lillian --
failed to surface...

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	Sunday morning, Toby called Candace and briefed her about the Fremds.
"I'll push Fred to get the servant's quarters ready," Candace promised.
"This might be a blessing in disguise -- we'll have someone on-site all the
time...  What about sex?"

	"Abigail is under the impression that she's no good at it and no one
would be interested in the first place," Toby told her, "but if you pushed
her into the deep end, she would float, at least.  They probably won't show
up until afternoon -- I'll be there."

	"Okay."  The plumbers had managed to get most of their supplies
delivered on Saturday, so the heating and hot water work was underway.
Candace was busy wondering when they would roll off and if she was going to
have to put someone out there already.  The entire Carter clan was on-site,
the boys helping here and there and Louise taking her day off to assist Jean
and Marta in categorizing the stuff in the barn.  Adele and Phyllis both put
in an appearance and got the tour, too, each of them bringing the entire
family -- and, in Phyllis' case, Tabitha.  The plan at this point was to get
the minimum services up and a certificate of occupancy, then continue the
remodel -- doing the things that nobody really wanted an inspector to see
afterward, in particular.

	Candace approached one rather delicate subject diffidently, "Look,
uh, girls, to move things quickly we had to make, um, promises..."

	Trish crossed her arms, pouting.  "I don't do that anymore!"

	"Let me get Damian and you can tell HIM that!" Alyssa erupted.

	"I hope we can just do volunteers," Candace placated.

	"Lemme call Pete, so he knows, Miz Carpenter, and I'll do it,"
Tabitha announced.  "It's just sex -- and I like sex!"  She eyed Trish,
leaving the impression that she was frigid.

	"I was hoping for some other participation," Candace muttered, eyeing
Adele and Phyllis.

	"Are you gonna do it?" Phyllis asked.

	"Yes."

	"Okay.  I just don't want to be the only one..."

	"Maybe we ought to suck Iris in," Louise opined.  "I'll probably end
up doing Rico, of course -- and Luis.  Luis will want me specifically."

	"Who does Fred?" Adele asked.

	"I probably will," Candace announced.  Louise looked surprised, but
said nothing.

	Toby showed up around noon, and had a few words with Randy.  They
decided to bypass Adele, based upon recent events, and went straight to Brie.
"Cheesecake, we need a favor," Toby announced.

	Brie cocked her head.  "What do you want?  You know what I want..."
She eyed Toby's fly.

	"Well, it just so happens..."

	Brie looked around.  "We can hide in one of the bedrooms..."

	"Not me, Honey.  We've got a couple of guys that we need to do an
initiation on.  We want you to do them while we make a video.  Can do?"

	"Oh, sure," Brie waved it off.  "Who?"

	"Bobby and Pete Phifer."

	Brie snickered.  "Trish will pee her panties!"

	"Well, no -- she knows."

	"Okay, when?"

	"As soon as we can put it together.  How about tomorrow -- or
Tuesday, after football practice?"

	"Okay!"  Brie wandered off.

	"About Trish," Randy muttered.

	"She never liked it," Toby pointed out.  "You know, there was a time
when you could have had her."

	"Yeah, I know."

	"What do you plan to do?"

	"I dunno.  I may give Bernice an honest shot at things," Randy
related.

	"You'd make her very happy, I think," Toby opined.

	"She's a decent fuck, but she's mouthy."

	"She'll shut up when you tell her to," Toby pointed out.  "She knows
a good thing when she sees it."

	"I don't see me making it easy on her right away."

	"Well, I don't know if you heard, but Ray offered to take her to
Homecoming -- as a last resort.  You don't have that for leverage," Toby
related.

	"Why did he do that?"

	"To be nice, I think.  It's kind of about throwing her a bone --
she's been crapped on a lot.  Maybe you OUGHT to give her a break -- I bet
she'd be grateful."

	Randy grunted.  "Maybe."

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	Abigail and Janice showed up at about three.  Toby hung back and let
Candace handle the introductions and the tour.  When it was over, Abigail
approached Toby and Amy.  "All of those women are in the club?"

	"Yes."

	"The big black woman?  Phyllis?"

	"Yes."

	"When did she get sex last?"

	"I, uh...  Randy?"

	"Yeah?"

	"Could you come over here a moment?"

	Randy shuffled up.  "Yeah?"

	"You went to Phyllis' Friday night, right?"

	"Yeah."  Randy eyed Abigail sidelong.

	"You, uh, took care of business?" Toby asked delicately.

	"Yeah.  There was a lot of crap that went down, but yeah -- three
times."

	"Abigail is Janice's mother," Toby related.  "She's um, thinking
about joining.  She's concerned that she might not see a whole lot of
interest."

	Randy looked wary for a minute, his eye on Toby, then grinned.  "Is
there anybody you've missed, besides your momma?"

	"Well, Iris, I think -- she's new," Toby replied.

	"Yeah, she's been tied up at parties," Randy noted.  "She's probably
the only one of the older ladies I haven't done."  He turned to Abigail, "You
got standards?  We don't really allow that, you know."

	"Well, no..."

	Randy looked the woman over.  She was narrow and homely and looked
underfed, like Janice -- but when had he let stuff like that stop him?  Pussy
was pussy, and he knew pretty much where Toby was headed with this.  Flashing
a glance at Toby, he asked, "Is there a line?"

	"Not at the moment," Toby replied, poker-faced.

	Amy suddenly turned to Janice and said, "Let's go look at the rooms
down in the old servant's wing.  Toby is putting up an office there, but
there are a couple of other nice rooms..."  Janice trotted off behind her
obediently.

	Abigail's eyes shifted back and forth between Toby and Randy, both of
whom had suddenly grown long fangs, apparently.  They were in the library on
the first floor; people were wandering here and there, making things somewhat
public.  "Let's go look at the second floor," Randy suggested.

	"Good idea." Toby waved Abigail ahead of him.

	'They wouldn't!' Abigail thought, 'Would they?'  Randy led the way
around the corner to the main stair and up it to the second floor, and
Abigail followed, sandwiched in ahead of Toby.  They went about halfway down
the hallway that ran between the second floor parlor and four of the bedrooms
before Randy turned into one.  Abigail followed him into the empty room, and
Toby brought up the rear; Abigail was still glancing around when Randy said,
"So what's up with Phyllis?"

	"Nothing.  I was just wondering..."

	"How often she gets a dick?" Randy finished for her.

	"Well, yes."

	"Not often enough, I bet, but she's had a few this month.  Do you do
black?"

	"I haven't."

	"You will."

	"Okay."

	Abigail watched him like a bird watches a snake -- and still didn't
see it coming.  Randy pushed her back against the wall.  "Open your blouse --
let me see your titties."

	Abigail started fumbling with buttons.  Randy scared her, but...

	"Come on..."  Randy reached through the open blouse front while she
was still unbuttoning and slid both hands behind her to undo the clasp of her
bra.  It came forward with his hands and her breasts dropped free of the
cups.  They had that flat, round but saggy look.  "Kinda like Louise's,"
Randy commented, collecting one in each hand.  Abigail marveled that this
young guy -- only a teen -- just took charge...  He was rubbing her nipples
with knowing fingers -- they were already stiff -- rubbing and pulling just
enough...

	Tom didn't do this for her -- she generally went bone dry any time he
touched her and he ended up settling for a blowjob.  This black boy had her
wetting the crotch of her panties!  She'd worn a fairly conservative blouse
that buttoned up the front and a pair of dark cotton pants -- Tom didn't like
for her to go out in shorts or skirts or dresses.  Randy let go of one
nipple, turned her a bit, and started opening her pants, unzipping the zipper
that ran up the back of her pants.  The pants weren't this year's model by
any means -- they were probably five years old, at least -- but Randy seemed
to know how to get them off...

	"I'm wet!" she gasped.

	"Of COURSE you are!" Randy chuckled.  "Come on, show me you know what
a dick is..."  Randy was in sweatpants -- defeating the waistband took no
effort at all for Abigail.  There was a serious cock in there, too -- Abigail
was surprised and wondered a little about all those legends about hung black
guys.  She was pretty sure he was bigger than Tom...

	Then Randy stepped back.  "Show Toby a good time, now -- you suck,
right?  Yeah, you suck.  Get him out -- you're gonna love it."

	Abigail planned to kneel, but Randy held her up by the hips, peeling
her pants down, so she bent at the waist and Toby stepped in.

	"Omigod!"  Toby was HUGE!  She got his cock clear of his underwear
and it was DEFINITELY a good two inches longer than Tom's -- maybe more!  She
lapped at it, loving the taste, and sucked in the tip.  About that time,
Randy said, "You want it, right?"  Abigail thought she meant Toby's cock, but
when she answered, "Mmmm! Hmmm!" around Toby's cock, Randy pressed the blunt
head of his between the lips of her cunt and pushed it home!  "Uurrgh!" she
gasped around Toby's length -- she was fucking a black guy!  This was just
unheard of!  It felt so good -- totally different from Tom's infrequent
visits to her pussy.  She was soaking wet and he was sliding in deep and it
felt Heavenly!  Ten minutes ago, you would never have convinced her that she
would be standing up in a room taking two big cocks in a house with probably
twenty people walking around in it!  This was so far beyond her experience
that she didn't even have words!  But then the unthinkable happened...

	Abigail hadn't had an orgasm from anything but her fingers in over a
decade -- but then her legs started shaking and her vision got blurry and she
was there, squealing around Toby's cock while the fireworks display went off
before her eyes!  Randy basically held her up at the hips to keep her from
falling down and continued to pump!

	It happened again, then sometime after that Randy grunted and sprayed
in her and she could feel the flood -- then he backed out and said, "Now fuck
Toby!" and she turned around and Randy waved his gooey cock under her nose
while Toby slid his cock into her depths -- and if anything, it got better!
She sucked in Randy's dark pole, cleaning the dregs of his creamy cum from it
while Toby pumped his length into her -- and the pair of them held her up
when less than a minute later, she had ANOTHER orgasm...  She was just beyond
four and totally exhausted when Toby pressed himself deep and fired his load
into her in utter silence.  They lowered her to the floor to rest and started
adjusting their clothing.  "Did you get your question answered?" Randy
teased.

	"Yes."  She was dirty from the floor and there was white goo
everywhere around her crotch and down her thighs -- and she didn't care!
"Yes -- you were very clear!"

	Randy grinned and walked off, leaving her there with Toby, who helped
her up and waited until she had managed to put her outfit in some kind of
order.  "Tom wouldn't be thrilled," Toby noted.

	"Nooo..."  Suddenly it was all hysterically funny, and Abigail
stopped in the hallway and laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks!
Toby had nothing to give her to clean up with, so she wiped her nose on her
sleeve and they went downstairs to hunt down Janice and Amy.

	Janice's eyes popped, but she didn't say anything until they were
alone in the car.  "Momma, you're a mess!"

	"If your father is home, you're going to have to help me get past him
to the bathroom," Abigail admonished.  "And start getting ready -- we're
moving, just as soon as they can accept us!"

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	Ute let Miriam leave the house at one o'clock wearing shorts, a tank
top and flip-flops.  There was a bra, too, but it didn't last to the end of
the block; Frank's first directive was, "Lose the bra."  As advertized, they
hit the grocery store, then went back to Frank's, and after getting naked
except for the flip-flops, she put away the groceries and then went to work
on the bathroom -- which needed it, badly.

	Ron was home; he wandered into the kitchen while Miriam was putting
the groceries away for a moment and entered the bathroom while she was bent
over scrubbing the tub and told her, "Don't mind me -- I have to piss."  He
watched her to see if she looked at his dick -- and she did, but she didn't
make a production of it.

	Frank went into the bathroom after he left and when it got to the
point that it seemed like they'd been in there too long, Ron went back to
check and found Miriam with a hose coming out of her ass leading to the big
red enema bag he'd bought to work over some bitch with, which was hanging
from the shower curtain rod.  Ron couldn't help but chuckle.  "Rub her belly
-- they love that!" he advised.  Around five, Frank took her upstairs and
fucked her -- up the ass, obviously.  Frank didn't ask her whether she liked
it or not, but he directed her to masturbate and didn't interfere with her
orgasm.  He did swat her on the ass a bunch of times, but it wasn't terribly
painful.  Frank's sole comment afterward was, "We'll do that again."  Miriam
didn't see any reason to reply.

	Frank could read her face, anyway, and knew she'd loved it -- and, in
particular, loved having handled it well.  Frank took her home around six-
thirty -- and had her dress in the car, having ridden naked almost all of the
way home.

	Ute looked up as Miriam came in.  "And the new boyfriend?"

	"He's working out," Miriam replied, smiling.

	"Good."

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	Ron waited a little while before saying anything.  "So the bathroom
didn't scare her off?"

	"Gonna take a lot more than a little piss, Pop," Frank replied.

	"Enemas?"

	"Easy shit.  She took it like a champ.  Dick deep in her ass, no
problem.  Look, I know you want her to fuck up, but she's committed, you
know?" Frank insisted.

	"She's still a bitch..."

	"Well, then you handle shit as it comes down -- but she isn't giving
me any yet."

	"She will," Ron predicted.

	"Hey, whatever.  Like I said, when it happens...  Pop, you tend to
mistake times when they're checking to see if you're awake for open revolt --
there IS a difference!" Frank insisted.

	"I've SEEN open revolt!" Ron retorted.

	"Yeah, well, not lately, you haven't!"

	"Yeah, well, maybe not."  It had been a while since a bitch dared set
foot in his house -- and now Frank was dragging one in...  "Lookit, you can't
have that porky little bitch wandering around under my nose buck fucking
naked and expect me to leave that shit alone!"

	"Pop, if you want a piece, come see me and we'll discuss it -- but
DON'T go messing with her without my say so!  My instructions to her were to
resist!"

	"So..."

	"So if you want some, you ASK!  If you jump on that shit and she
fights and you hurt her, there is gonna be some shit go down, understand?
That's MINE!" Frank insisted.

	"Awright!  Awright!"  Ron put it away.

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