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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 20 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 MF ir oral mc

Chapter 20


	"No one expected you to do this!" Abigail insisted.

	"Someone would have, sometime," Janice replied calmly.  "Wanda and
her sister sucked some boys this afternoon.  Gina did a BUNCH of boys!  I
think just about every girl in the club has done something, sometime, with a
boy she wasn't dating.  It's something that happens -- and it is expected."

	Candace nodded.  "She's right, Abby.  The club has a history --
especially for the younger girls -- of requiring them to handle boys -- and
men -- outside of their relationships.  Sometimes it all happens before they
settle in, and sometimes not."

	"What will your boyfriend think?" Abigail worried.

	"She called me first," a voice sounded behind her, "and before she
and I hooked up, I got sex several times from other girls and women in the
club.  I'd be a total jerk if I said no or if I blamed Janice in any way."
Mark came through the door and moved directly to Janice, collecting her in
his arms.  "I knew you would worry, so I came to show you it's okay."  Janice
tucked her head into his shoulder and cuddled up.

	"I think that's your answer," Toby said quietly.

	"Yes."  Abigail stood there for a moment, watching the couple kiss,
and then turned for the door.  "I think they need to be alone."

	"Yeah."  Toby backed away and Candace followed Abigail out and closed
the door behind them.

	"We were busy..." Candace murmured.

	"For sure," Toby agreed.  "Look, Abigail, this isn't a bad thing.
Janice has paid her dues.  Nobody is going to give her any crap about not
participating, and she seemed to be fine with it.  I recommend that we just
put it away."

	"Well...  I'm her mother -- understand?  Right now I'm feeling a
little guilty," Abigail sighed.  "I exposed her to that."

	"You know, nobody pushed her," Fred replied, entering the
conversation.  "Maybe she felt obligated, but nobody said she had to do it.
I came looking for you and I didn't even hint that she should volunteer --
and when she came back to me and said she would handle it, I was surprised.
But Tab has done it and Trish has done it, and that little Oriental chick has
done it..."  He shrugged.  "It seemed to be the thing to do.  She carried the
ball, too -- Kurt acted like he'd won the lottery!"

	"Well, next time, I'll try to be here," Abigail promised.  "Let's
work on scheduling things better."

	"It didn't hurt anything," Toby reiterated.  "Janice is fine.
Abigail, you're not the only person on the roster, either.  We just have to
plan better.  All's well that ends well."

	"I don't want her relationship damaged!" Abigail insisted.

	"It's fine," Toby placated.  "Mark was all over it.  Janice called
him and he told her it was okay -- and he's in there proving it."

	Deciding that Abigail needed a distraction, Candace said, "Hey, Fred
-- aren't you overdue?"

	Fred picked it up.  "Yeah, as a matter of fact..."

	Abigail, who was no fool, flicked a glance at each of them.  "It's
time I stopped talking and did something, then?"

	"I'm thinking you'll feel better, Honey," Candace noted.

	"Why don't we go somewhere comfortable and we can talk about things
first," Toby suggested.  "My office?"

	"Sure."  Candace waved Abigail and Fred before her.

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	Downstairs in Toby's office, Candace drew up a chair while Fred
flopped on the couch.  Abigail stood there a moment, indecisive, but Candace
said, "Close the door, Honey, and give Fred a little something.  You can pop
off if you need to add anything."

	"I keep hearing how godawful you are," Fred rumbled, "but Kurt came
out of that bedroom fuckin' thrilled to death and your daughter don't look
much different on the surface.  Why don't you climb out of your stuff and
show me the merchandise?"

	Abigail glanced around, but Toby and Candace were studiously ignoring
them.  Toby asked Candace, "So how did things go?"  Abigail shrugged and
started undressing.  Toby had seen most of it, anyway, and he'd actually had
it, even...

	"Furniture will be delivered in the morning," Candace replied.  "We
got a good deal on a couple of sofabeds, three sectionals, and some chairs.
The first floor parlor and the library will be set up, and a couple of things
will make it to the second floor.  We got a couple of dining sets, too, for
the dining room, and three recliners.  The charge card is hard hit, though."

	Toby nodded.  "I think we'll let Jean and Sharon move forward with
offering a lamp for sale, but I'll pull some money in from the offshore
accounts, just in case they're wrong about them.  I put together this thing
-- ah, never mind, you wouldn't want to be bored with it.  Bottom line is
that one or two thousand a day is trickling into the business account in the
form of 'anonymous donations.'  We'll have money to make a payment, even if
we can't cover it all in one month."  Toby felt that they were being rushed
and was basically crossing his fingers regarding the security of Fernando's
offshore accounts, but he was moving small, relatively random amounts in from
five separate accounts in rotation, a couple of deposits a day, some as
donations and some covered by electronic invoices.  The whole thing wouldn't
stand up to serious scrutiny, but he was relying upon the fact that nobody
should ever become interested in them if security was otherwise tight.  The
accounts in use were very old, too, and had been dormant for several years
before they got huge deposits during Fernando's downfall.

	Fred listened with half an ear while he watched Abigail undress.  She
looked wasted, like she'd been used hard -- or was on drugs.  He was pretty
sure drugs weren't the problem, though.  "You got an eating problem?" he
asked.

	"I've been... living in prison, sort of," Abigail related.  "My
father insisted that my husband marry me -- but he didn't have to live with
the results.  We... weren't happy.  He tended to take things out on me.
Since I wasn't anything impressive to start with..."  She shrugged.

	"Well, you're free, I guess..." Fred grunted.

	"I don't know if I know how to deal with that," Abigail replied, "but
I'm happier here."  Nude, she squatted to undo Fred's belt and open his fly.

	"Vans are another matter," Candace related to Toby.  "Buying or
leasing a new vehicle as a corporate entity is going to require cash and a
guarantor.  I recommend that we buy used -- used car dealers will accept the
corporate charge card and we can buy a new work van for three or four
thousand."

	"Let's do that, then," Toby agreed.  "How soon?"

	"Abby and I found two -- both work vans.  We'll need seats."  Candace
stole a glance behind her; Abigail was just sucking in Fred's length -- and
showing a thorough familiarity with the process.

	"Call Randy -- he knows this junk dealer who can probably hook us up,
although I don't know if he can do a rush job fitting seats in time..."
Toby, too, was watching Abigail and Fred.  Abigail was challenging herself
with Fred's length -- and pleased that he wasn't jamming her head down,
forcing her.

	Fred wasn't going to, either.  This was his first attention from a
female in a while and he just didn't feel like being rude and selfish about
it.  Abigail was painfully skinny -- she looked sort of like that creature in
the 'Lord of the Rings' trilogy, only she was female -- but her tits reminded
Fred of Louise's.  Somehow or another, he was going to have to fix things
with Louise...  In the meantime, Abigail was proving to be a fine cocksucker.

	"Okay, I can do that."  Candace had turned around to watch.  "I'll
call tonight and see what can be done.  If we can't do proper seats, do we
still want to use them?"

	"Yeah -- we'll just have to pack them in on the floorboards and hope
they can deal with it."  Toby's eyes hadn't left the pair on the couch.

	"Fine.  Fred, how is the work going?" Candace asked.

	Fred looked up to see that he was the center of attention.  "The
third floor isn't done -- and isn't gonna be.  None of the fancy work on the
second is done, either, but those three rooms are blocked off as far as light
is concerned.  The kitchen will probably take two weeks and they won't start
until Monday.  The bathrooms work, even if they aren't pretty, some of them,
but the fancy stuff you want out back will take time.  I figure we'll get the
second floor redone next week and the third good and started.  The pool needs
to wait until spring, but we can get the Jacuzzi up and put in a sauna,
probably by the end of next week.  More in the way of rehab is gonna take
time and money."  He closed his eyes and groaned.  "Shit, it's gettin' hard
to think -- you've got a magic mouth, Abby."

	Abigail popped up.  "Do you want me to finish this, or...?"

	"Not to be greedy, but I think I've got two loads in me..." Fred
grunted.

	"Okay."  It was just what Abigail wanted to hear; she dove on Fred's
cock, looking to extract that first load.

	Toby, watching the pair and sensing where Abigail was, caught himself
drifting.  "I think that's good progress.  Next week is Homecoming, and
everyone will be going to the dance and only coming here late for quiet time
-- I don't foresee a blowout.  We'll get through tomorrow night and Fred can
do what is necessary next week to get us to a semi-permanent setup, and then
we can look at other long-term changes.  Fred, you wouldn't happen to know a
sign painter, would you?"

	"Huh?"  Fred wasn't prepared to process anything off the wall -- he
was going to blow his nut at any moment and Abigail was busy swallowing him!
"What?"

	"It'll wait..."

	Amy opened the door, looked in and grinned, then came in and moved to
Toby and knelt to open his pants.  She'd been wandering the house since Mark
arrived (knowing Toby was with him without being able to see him directly),
instilling a sense of urgency in the contractors to get them out of the house
for the evening.

	"Sweetheart..."

	"The workmen have gone," Amy whispered.  "This won't hurt Mark and
Janice."

	"Candace?"  Toby was talking to Amy, but Candace rose.

	"I think I need to leave."

	"Okay."  Amy's lips rolled over his cock and Toby, already caught up
in things, got tunnel vision.  Candace didn't know where the urgency came
from, but suddenly she wanted to be home.  She left as rapidly as she could,
figuring that things were in good hands at the clubhouse.

	"HUUUUUUUNHHHH!!!"  Fred hunched up and began blasting semen into
Abigail's hot, wet mouth.  He put both hands on her head, but somehow managed
not to impale her.  Abigail swallowed the first few spurts and then impaled
herself, swallowing around Fred's pulsing cock, extending his peak.  She was
very pleased that he'd restrained himself, used to Tom's brutality.  She kept
sucking after he finished, working to maintain his erection, as she felt a
sense of urgency, a desire to have him inside her.

	Amy and Toby were tossing clothing this way and that -- and Amy was
doing her level best not to stay disconnected from Toby's erection for very
long at all.  Kurt may have triggered Amy's decision, but no matter what the
source, she'd decided that she and Toby should 'break in' the new clubhouse
and they were now in a situation where everyone in the place was coupled and
they needn't worry about the shock wave.  There was no stopping her -- and
Toby didn't want to, anyway.  He knew that she'd taken care of things, so it
wasn't a problem...

	Upstairs, Mark's intent had been to make certain that Janice got her
reassurance, first -- but that reassurance needed sex to back it up.  He'd
gone in concentrating on the cuddle, kissing and caressing her and letting
her know she was desired and treasured -- but now he could feel the urgency
building in both of them, so he helped her get him out of his clothing and
prepared for what they both wanted to follow.  He was erect and excited, but
felt confident that he could deliver what was necessary without any oral
preparation from Janice; when he was naked and back on the bed, he was ready
when Janice rolled atop him and started jockeying for position astride his
cock.

	Almost simultaneously, Janice's mother climbed onto the couch and
positioned herself above Fred's cock and Amy wiped a bunch of disks and
software manuals off Toby's desktop so she could lie back on it.  The three
females were completely in synch as they pulled their lovers' probes into
their depths.  Toby, standing, merged with Amy as Abigail impaled herself on
Fred's rigid erection and Janice similarly drove herself onto Mark's.  And at
that point, everyone entered an altered state...

	Janice rose and fell on Mark's tapered cock -- or maybe it was Fred's
-- or Toby's.  Maybe it was all three!  Likewise, Abigail rode Fred but felt
Mark and flashes of Toby, as if her consciousness was moving from herself to
Janice to Amy...  Toby and Amy were locked together, one organism, sharing
EVERYTHING through their wide eyes -- which were locked on one another as
their bodies churned together.  The pace of all three couplings increased
until it was thoroughly manic and hung there, on the crest, until Amy and
Toby erupted simultaneously, triggering similar detonations in the other two
couples.  Mark and Janice and Fred and Abigail hurtled into the stratosphere,
tossed by the shockwave, blinded, overloaded by the paroxysms of pleasure,
and lost all contact with the real world for a time until they could recover
enough to stare at one another, dazed by the experience.

	All this happened in a silence that was almost eerie; none of the
three couples said anything the whole time they were engaged in the act
louder than gasps and soft grunts.  The sounds of their bodies slamming
together eclipsed any verbal outbursts.  With the act completed, one might
think there would be outbursts over the intensity of the act, but the four
who were involved in the secondary act instinctively realized that there was
no description to be had, so they didn't try -- they just worked, gasping, at
recovery.

	Toby and Amy were one.  Both knew it wouldn't last more than a
timeless moment, but they were merged.  It came to them that the intervals
between these mergers was beginning to shrink and that soon they would be a
regular thing -- somehow -- unless they could find another way to bleed off
the attraction.  Instinct led them to realize that sex with others tended to
damp things somewhat and an agreement was made that more effort was required
to make that happen -- especially for Amy, whose desire had triggered the
current episode.  Toby was sleeping with others, occasionally, but Amy had
been avoiding it -- and this was the result.

	It was unwise to allow Fred and Abigail to develop a bond, so they
reached out to attenuate their memory of the experience -- but they couldn't
bring themselves to do the same for Mark and Janice.  The couple was already
fully committed -- this wouldn't change anything.

	In a moment, Toby's cock, spent, slid from Amy's vagina, followed by
an absolute flood of his seed -- and the couple, while still linked, regained
some semblance of individuality.  They were two again, not one.  Amy
reluctantly halted the attack on her available egg that would have resulted
in offspring -- the effort was painful, but necessary.  The time for children
would come, but it hadn't arrived yet.

	Abigail looked around in wonder.  Even robbed of the memory of the
perfection of the act, she retained enough to know that it had been better
than anything else she had ever experienced.  As Toby and Amy, hand in hand,
strode out of the room headed for the bathroom and cleanup, she gazed up at
Fred and said, "Thank you!"

	"Huh!  Thank YOU!" Fred retorted.  "That was HOT!"

	Abigail smiled crookedly.  "I think maybe the kids contributed
something."

	"Maybe, but you seemed to be carrying the ball just fine, Abby!  I
think you oughta stop worrying about whether you can deliver the goods and
all that bullshit," Fred retorted, "You be a damned fine fuck!"

	"Well, I'll think about it."  She looked down.  "This is going to
make a mess, isn't it?"

	"Oh, yeah," Fred confirmed.  "Stuff is drippin' off my balls
already!"  He slid his hands under Abigail's ass and lifted her like she was
nothing -- and white goo poured out of her in a flood!  "Damn!  After that
blowjob, I still had all that?" Fred muttered, amazed.  "I hope there are
some towels somewhere around here..."

	Mark and Janice hadn't unlinked -- they were kissing furiously.
Mark's erection had shrunk, after producing an even more copious flood than
usual -- but Janice's vagina had closed down around it and locked him in,
along with providing some low-grade stimulation, so it didn't shrink fully.
And there was another process going on in there -- somehow, birth control
hadn't come up in conversation between Janice and her mother...

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	Earlier in the day, at football practice, Vince decided that maybe he
ought to mend fences.  "Hey," he announced himself, slapping Eddie Ray on his
shoulder pads, "How did Friday night go?  Did you go over to the Dark Side?"

	Eddie Ray eyed him.  "Dark Side?"

	"Women."

	Eddie Ray glanced around.  "Older ones don't seem to be that much
trouble."

	"Yeah?  Most of the ones that come bugging me seem to have a lot more
on their minds than a little fun..." Vince argued.

	"Yeah, well, older ones seem to know better -- they know you aren't
taking them to the Prom, or to Homecoming.  I-- uh, Flower didn't seem to
want anything but fun -- and we had a LOT of that!" Eddie Ray declared.

	"No shit?"

	"If you get past the stuff you're talking about, they have every hole
we do -- plus one," Eddie Ray noted.  "Flower gave up all three -- and she
was there to fuck, not ask me for dates!"

	"I dunno," Vince mused, "They've got asses, all right -- but they
seem to be pretty big a lot of the time."

	"Well, hey, you've got Nicky..."

	"Well..." Vince looked uneasy.

	"Something happen?" Eddie Ray asked.

	"I went home with Nicky, Friday night," Vince related.  "His momma
caught us fucking.  She was all cool with it -- said Nicky's daddy was a top
and he married her because he couldn't afford to come out and because she was
a little boyish and she liked anal sex.  I think the thing that freaked me
out was that then she waved her ass at me and asked me if it looked
fuckable..."

	"Did it?"

	"Uh, well, yeah, maybe..."

	"You're too hung up, Man," Eddie Ray laughed.

	"Well, Nicky and I haven't been able to look at one another since..."
Vince muttered.  "I dunno, that just bothered the shit out of me."  He shook
his head.  "Poor Nicky."

	"Yeah, well, if you say so," Eddie Ray laughed.  "Are you gonna get
over it?"

	"Eventually, maybe."  Inhibited from saying anything further, Vince
wandered off.  Eddie Ray made a mental note to look up Nicky.

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

	Candace got home and got on the phone.  "Randy?"

	"Yeah.  Candace?"

	"Uh huh.  Look, we want to get another van -- but we're going to need
to have it worked on.  How busy is your buddy who owns the junkyard?"

	"Ed?  I dunno.  Hang on..."  Randy covered the mouthpiece, "Momma!
Are you seeing Ed this week?"

	"I, uh, well, I'm not sure..."  Adele and Ed had talked on Tuesday,
but Adele had been concerned that if she started planning every Friday night
with Ed, something would get said about her avoiding the group.  "We were
kind of waiting to make sure it didn't interfere with some club event."

	"Well, he and Momma don't have a date," Randy related to Candace.

	"Would you give him a call?  We're looking to buy another van -- but
it needs to be a work van with seats and that isn't a standard combination.
We're hoping he can install seats in one -- say, tomorrow afternoon."

	"That'd be a rush order!" Randy exclaimed.

	"Yes," Candace agreed.  "Maybe Adele could..."

	"Sweeten the pot?"  Randy shifted is attention to his mother and
said, "Maybe you and Ed hooking up IS a club activity..."

	"What?" Adele blinked.

	"Talk to Candace."  Randy handed her the phone.

	"Candace?"

	"Hi, Adele.  We're looking at buying another used van -- on short
notice.  We would need Ed's help converting it.  I was wondering if you would
take this on and, um, handle the incentives...'

	"Does that mean what I THINK it means?"

	"Probably."

	"And you need it when?" Adele asked.

	"Tomorrow night, after the game.  I know it's a rush -- if he can't,
he can't, and we'll pack kids on the floorboards.  But we'll still want the
work done..." Candace replied.

	"Well, I'll call him..."

	"Would you?  That would be great!  We'll try to get the thing over to
him by noon, but I don't imagine he'll be able to work until early
evening..."

	"Probably not," Adele mused.  "We'll see, I guess."

	"Give me a ring and let me know..."

	"Sure."  Adele hung up.  She eyed Randy for a moment, as if thinking
about saying something, then shrugged and went to her desk to get Ed's
number.  Randy was right -- if they were looking for absolution from the
club, this was it -- if she was technically paying for a club project on her
back, no one would complain if she enjoyed it.  The whole thing rankled a
bit, but she would get over it...  "Hello, Ed?"

	"Adele?"

	"Are you busy tomorrow?"

	"I thought you had a party?" Ed rumbled, his phone trapped between
his ear and his shoulder as he examined an Audi fuel injection system.

	"It turns out the club wants something," Adele related.  "They need
some seats put in a van."

	"Again?"

	"It would be a new van."

	"Okay..."

	"It seems like no one is going to be terribly upset about me being
absent if I'm holding wrenches or something for you..."

	"No shit?"  Ed thought about it.  "When do they want all this?"

	"I guess they're picking it up tomorrow morning -- and they need it
by the time the kids get back from the game tomorrow night," Adele related.
"I told them that was aggressive, and they agreed -- if you can't do it,
they'll run without seats tomorrow night."

	"It'll probably need other things, anyway," Ed grunted.  "Make sure
they get air conditioning this time!"

	"Okay.  Anything else?"

	"If I can't do it tomorrow, they still want it, I bet," Ed hazarded.
"This a freebie?"

	"I don't think it has to be -- the budget isn't as tight as when
Randy and the boys bought the first one," Adele replied.

	"Good.  We'll treat you handin' me wrenches as a separate thing," Ed
grunted.

	"I'd prefer that," Adele admitted.

	"Awright.  Have 'em bring the thing.  You come over when you get off
and we'll see where I am and what I can do."

	"That sounds good."

	"I'll see you then."

	"Bye!"  Adele got Candace on the phone.  "He says get a van with air
conditioning this time."

	"Yeah, good idea!" Candace laughed.  "Where is this place, anyway?"
Candace got directions and hung up.  One more item accomplished...

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

	Toby got Fred's attention before he left and asked about sign
painting again.  Fred knew someone who could whip up a simple painted sign
that said 'Shady Rest Antiques' and install it for a few hundred, so Toby
asked that they try to put the thing together and in the ground by Saturday
-- and that it be easily removed.

	Fred went home and had dinner with the family and everyone was home
for once.  He stewed a bit and decided 'What the Hell...' -- and at bedtime,
he asked the question:  "What's it gonna take?"

	Louise eyed him.  "What's what gonna take?"

	"Us... You know..."

	"Sex?"

	"Yeah."

	"You want that?"

	"I asked..."

	"Aren't you getting any in the club?"

	"Well, yeah, but..."

	"Huh."  There was something implied there that struck Louise as being
huge, but she wasn't ready to just roll over.  "Let me think about it."

	"Okay."  Fred figured that would be it, but Louise spent some time
actually thinking about it.

	"Bring one of your boyfriends around," she said finally.  "You can
give him a piece, and then I'll give you a piece."

	"Who?" Fred rasped, unhappy with the deal.  "Not that asshole Luis!"

	"No, that would be counter-productive," Louise mused.  "We're moving
in a different direction, here.  Maybe one of the boys?"

	"How do I fix that?" Fred whined.

	"I'll have Terence ask if you like," Louise replied.  "There's a game
tomorrow night -- I'll stay home and we can do something private, here,
afterward."

	"Won't he kind of be in the way?"

	"Not if you handle him first," Louise replied, patting him on the
cheek.  "If he wants two, I'll give you two, how's that?"

	"Well..."

	"Fred, when it doesn't bother you anymore, I won't have much of a
hold on you, will I?" Louise said reasonably.  "We both know by now that
you're not gay -- just bisexual.  You just need to learn to live with it --
and trust me with the results."

	"Yeah, well, okay..."

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	Friday morning, Candace called Jean as she was going out to pick up
Abigail.  "We're going to let you and Sharon have the barn starting on
Saturday, it looks like -- but we may not want you to get too wild with the
place until after next weekend.  Why don't you go ahead and get one of those
lamps appraised and see what you can do about the sale?  The club is burning
money at an incredible rate..."

	"I'll call Sharon," Jean promised.  Fridays were the day that Jean
tended to leave Martin to his work -- he had football games to win.  This
would keep her busy for a while.  After the game, win or lose, she could
command his attention again -- and did.  Thus far, it had all been
celebrations, but sooner or later she would comfort him after a loss...  She
called Sharon and they agreed to meet at the barn later that morning.  Sharon
met her and they carefully packaged a lamp and took it to an appraiser/dealer
friend of Sharon's.

	"So what do you have here, Sharon?" Mortimer Wheelock asked.

	"I think you should tell us, Mort," Sharon replied.  "I know what I
THINK it is..."

	Mort unpacked the lamp base and eyed it askance.  "This..."  He
turned it up and his eyebrows rose.  "Sharon?"  Sharon waved her hands and
gestured.  Mort opened the box with the lampshade in it -- and his eyes
bulged.  "You're kidding!"

	"I'm asking, Mort -- is it authentic?"

	Mort handled the lampshade as if it were far more fragile than mere
leaded glass.  "It certainly seems to be..."  He assembled the lamp and
examined it under a magnifying glass, the disassembled it and examined the
two components individually.  "It's real!"

	"We're going to get another opinion -- no offense, Mort -- and then
we'll be looking for buyers," Sharon announced, "and we KNOW what it's worth!
Please write up an appraisal -- we'll pay your full fee.  We don't want
anything about the appraisal to be questioned..."

	"I can bring a second appraiser HERE with a phone call, if I tell him
what I'm looking at!" Mort declared.  "Then you wouldn't have to travel with
it..."

	Jean and Sharon shared a glance.  "All right," Sharon replied.  "You
have adequate liability insurance?"

	"'Ah, I see you DO know what it's worth!" Mort laughed.

	"Mort, there is a joker in the deck," Sharon related.

	Mort cocked his head.  "What would that be?"

	Sharon's smile turned feral.  "We have three more..."

	"I think I need to sit down!" Mort gasped.

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

	Raymond Poundstone answered the phone in his New York office,
"Hello?"

	"Raymond?  Mortimer Wheelock."

	"Well, hello!"  Mort wasn't a friend, but was definitely a colleague;
Raymond thought highly of him.  "It's been a while!  What can I do for you?"

	"I have a client who brought me something to appraise and who wants a
second opinion," Mortimer related.

	"That's fine -- do you want my shipping address?"

	"I think you might want to look into this personally," Mortimer
declared.  "It's a Tiffany fish lamp, number six-oh-four, bronze and favrile
on a blown metal pumpkin base -- in excellent condition, I might add..."

	"Excuse me?" Raymond gasped.  "Are you talking about what I THINK
you're talking about?"

	"Apparently my client -- who is a collector, by the way, and knows
what she's looking at as well as I do -- stumbled upon a cache of items from
a bed and breakfast that operated starting sometime late in the last century.
There, ahem, may be more than one..." Mortimer said delicately.

	"Is this a mere appraisal?" Raymond asked.

	"A sale may be possible..." Mortimer replied.

	"Where are you again?" Raymond asked.  Mortimer relayed the address.
"Janet!" Raymond roared, covering the mouthpiece of his phone, "How soon can
you get me on a plane?"

	Raymond's assistant bustled in.  "Sir?"

	Raymond waved his pad in front of her.  "Get me on a plane!  There
are thousands at stake!"  Janet bustled out.

	"Two hours!" She yelled back from her office.  "Two more in flight!"

	"Book it!"  Raymond returned to his excited conversation with Mort.
"I can be there at three.  I'll bring my checkbook!  What do you think
they'll accept?  I would like to have two -- one to vend and one to keep..."

	"I really can't answer," Mort replied.  "Somewhere around two, I
should think.  As I said -- they KNOW what they have..."

	"Very well -- I'll see you at three!"  Raymond hung up.  Just placing
one of those lamps in the window of his shop would put him on the map!  This
was a major find!  He could manipulate the price of the first to above the
auction bid easily by only advertising to private collectors, then unveil the
second after the sale.  Mortimer would want a finder's fee -- but Raymond
would need to work on the client, who might be sitting on a treasure trove...
He grabbed his materials and his checkbook and had Janet call him a cab.

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