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Chapter 31



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 31 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: nosex blackmail

Chapter 31

	Morning had come too early for Toby -- the requirement to turn out
and deliver the edited Cindy and Beverly Show came only an hour and a half
after he and Amy collapsed in bed, exhausted, after a torrid bout of
lovemaking.  It needed doing, though, so he cranked it out, then tried to go
back to bed.

	It seemed like he'd only just closed his eyes when Ma came in and
said, "Candace is on the phone -- something about a sign painter."  That call
brought good news, though -- not only could the sign painter do the job that
day and get the sign up, but Candace informed him that their financial crisis
was over!  "Jean and Sharon got nearly two hundred thousand for those lamps,
Honey -- and that was for only two of them, I think!"

	Having the requirement to quickly launder Fernando's ill-gotten gains
vacated took a load of Toby's mind.  He released Candace to provide monetary
incentives to get Fred and his people to move Heaven and Earth and get
renovations completed by Homecoming.  Toby went back to bed happy and Candace
called Fred (and got Louise) and passed the word -- and Fred started calling
in his boys for some lucrative Saturday work.

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	Jean was up early and arrived at the barn early.  Lon and Sally
hadn't done much to clean up after the Cindy and Beverly Show, but in
reality, there hadn't been THAT much to do.  The tack room contained what
Jean considered to be overkill where surveillance gear was concerned -- but
then she wasn't in on what had occurred the previous night.  Marta came in a
bit after; Hank had gone home with Maddie and had hung around for breakfast.
Marta and Jean were developing a serious friendship, with Martin and Hank as
the bridge between them.  Neither of them, of course, was up for anything too
outlandish.  The antique store gave them both something to do, for which they
were duly grateful; both needed visible income and something to do with
themselves.  Since these were also issues with Sharon, who had experience in
the antique business, this worked out very well -- the only complication
being Sharon's ignorance of group activities.

	The plan for that was rather simple -- Jean would manage the store
and liaison with the group, Sharon would be an employee saleswoman, and Marta
would help out.  If Sharon stumbled onto something that appeared to be an
issue, either Jean or Marta would notice -- and Toby could be called in to
fix things, if nothing else seemed capable of working.  Jean was advised not
to worry; Shady Rest Antiques would be insulated from the club's activities,
which suited her just fine.  Jean puttered around, picking up leftover snacks
and helping Marta put the various pads and such away and putting up some
folding tables to act as displays in the open floor.  This -- and the fresh
new sign out front -- transformed the space, making it virtually
unrecognizable as the site of the previous night's gang-bang by Sharon's
arrival at noon.

	Next door, the clubhouse's driveway slowly filled with construction
vehicles as the morning went on.  By the time Abigail got home from Parker's,
Candace was there, wandering here and there making like a sidewalk
superintendent.  Jiang Yi had vacated the premises just after midnight --
again un-fucked -- so Mark and Janice hadn't eaten, but they didn't seem to
be hurting over it.  No one else had stayed the night, although some had left
very late.  "That won't happen again," Candace opined.  "When this place is
up and running properly, you may have more permanent residents than just
yourself and Janice.  As it is, I'm going to call Jiang Yi in, if she's
available, to supervise the kitchen remodel and service the crew."  Candace
sat back and picked up her coffee.  "Where did you go?  I know it was late."

	"Frank Parker couldn't take Miriam home unless he threw his father a
bone," Abigail related.  "Ron Parker has some issues -- you can see part of
it in Frank -- and I'm bony, so I decided to go.  It went fairly well,
actually."

	"Frank is kind of hard on girls, I'm told," Candace ventured.

	"Miriam thrives under it," Abigail replied.  "They're in love --
don't let appearances fool you.  Ron is VERY hard on women and holds them in
some contempt -- but he really didn't know what to do with me.  He usually
tests a woman until she fails -- but I've passed the endurance test, and
that's just tough to top, you know?"  She smiled crookedly.  "Who'd have
thought that all those years of misery under Tom would come in handy?"

	"Is it serious?" Candace asked, noting the aura of inner peace that
Abigail was exuding.

	"Oh, it's way too early for THAT!"  Abigail disparaged, "But it did
have its high points.  I'm going over Tuesday night to cook dinner -- and
other things."  She turned a bit pink.

	"Well, you go, Girl!  Get yours!" Candace cackled.  "Stay independent
for a while, though, if you want my advice."

	"That's the plan."  Abigail suspected that independence wouldn't
agree with her, long-term, but Ron, in particular, would NOT want to see
indications that she was looking to take up with him right away.  That kind
of thing would have to come from him -- and might not, ever.  Abigail, like
Miriam, understood this kind of thing instinctively.  If she got complacent
or made overtures, it would end -- right there.  The wall would go up and it
would be over.

	The remodel was shifting to a full-court press.  Everything that
required a permit and an inspection came first, then the modifications would
follow after the building department was done with them.  Large portions of
the first floor would be used for 'public' functions where anyone who wanted
could come without a special invitation.  Access to the second floor and the
special bathing facilities such as the sauna, Jacuzzi, and pool in the back
of the house was to be controlled; outer circle members and volunteers could
pass after being vetted and prepared.  The second floor would contain the new
suck booths and dark rooms and several rooms identified as 'play areas' that
could be fenced by sexual orientation.  The big double-parlor was 'public'
for this group -- a place to hang out and mess with your main squeeze and
watch TV or videos or each other.  Special events such as initiations after
the pattern of Gina's or competitions and games such as the event that
cemented Wanda and Pete would occur there.  Nudity and masks were the uniform
of the second floor -- and monitoring was omnipresent, if subtle.  Access was
via the service stair and males and females were to be directed to separate
changing rooms and sexually segregated baths with showers.  There was a
unisex bath situated between the other two -- but you had to be on the floor
already to use it.

	The somewhat smaller third floor was 'inner circle only.'  This was
for the small group who knew it all and were comfortable with themselves and
each other.  It had been suggested that Abigail and Janice move to the third
floor, but after some discussion, the idea was vetoed as a waste of time and
energy.  Janice and Abigail lived in the 'secure wing,' anyway, and access to
the control center was a day-to-day requirement.  Even though there would be
repeaters on the third floor, running up and down stairs didn't seem to make
that much sense.

	The cellar was the dungeon -- it wasn't directly accessible from the
first floor, the entrance being locked off, but could be accessed from the
second via the service stair.  Beth and Robert and Terence were in charge of
the dungeon playroom, which was closed off from the utilities and such but
plenty large enough to entertain several players and an audience -- and video
coverage was intensive, so the audience could be elsewhere and not disturb
the players and vice-versa.  Terence wasn't into the more violent aspects,
but was looking to make furniture, including an improved Model II pillory and
other items.

	The carriage house was for 'special projects.'  Part of it was to be
set aside as a wood shop for Terence, who hoped to collaborate with Beth in
the construction of dungeon furniture that could be marketed on the Internet
and at kink events -- but the root cellar whose entrance was along the back
wall might see use as a holding cell and the availability of various dungeon
items on the main floor would come in handy if there was anything resembling
a repeat of the 'Cindy and Beverly Show' or Fernando's incarceration.  The
small apartment on the floor above the carriage floor was for overflow -- a
private area that could be used for just about any type of assignation.  The
carriage house was low priority, but it didn't need much; Fred and Terence
would probably do all of the work except that involving video surveillance,
which would again fall to Toby.  Fortunately, the increased budget made it
possible to use higher quality wireless cameras and recording gear.

	While there was nothing on the agenda for Homecoming week, Toby had
this sense of anticipation preying upon him, so he did his best to instill a
sense of urgency in Candace and Abigail and Fred, who passed it on to others.

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	Iris Lezynski had escaped to the Travers' for coffee; Misha and Chris
were driving her NUTS with their sexual athleticism!  Neither of them could
seem to get enough, and listening to it only reminded Iris that she wasn't
getting any.  "I should have gone to the party!" Iris erupted.

	"What party?" Noreen sat back and sipped her coffee, thinking, 'Iris
is certainly agitated...'

	"You know -- the kids' after-football party," Iris replied, suddenly
realizing that she was on shaky ground.

	"Those parties seem to be all the rage," Noreen mused.

	"Well, Misha met Chris at one, and Anita met Tad -- Donna met Mac at
one, actually," Iris pointed out.

	"Why do you go?" Noreen asked.

	Stepping carefully, Iris said, "I guess they make me feel a little
younger.  I won't be catching a boyfriend at one, but they've been...
rewarding..."

	"Really?  Do you think I ought to volunteer?"

	"Maybe.  I could put you onto one of the organizers.  Fresh blood is
appreciated, I think," Iris replied, somewhat guardedly, adding in an
apparent non-sequitur, "How's your sex life?"

	Actually, it was a more than halfway joking query; during their get-
togethers, Iris usually complained about how she wasn't getting any and
Noreen gave her pep-talks about how sex wasn't everything and you could deal
with it quite readily if you tried...  Noreen's response shocked Iris:
"There's more to it than there was, but I'm not certain that's an
improvement.  Now I want it and can't have it, while before I just couldn't
have it," Noreen replied, smiling ruefully.

	Iris blinked.  "Something happened?  Give!"

	"I really don't know how to describe what happened," Noreen sat up
and stared at her coffee cup, her expression pensive.  "Donna and Mac
aren't... abstaining... if you know what I mean..."

	"Do I?!  Misha and Chris were going at it like bunnies when I ran out
of the house to escape this morning!  They were KILLING me!" Iris exclaimed.

	Noreen smiled crookedly.  "Well, Mac's father is a known... Lothario,
maybe.  I don't know what you would call him, but he's as smooth as silk
around the ladies.  Two weeks ago, he caught Donna and Mac and Tad and Anita
going at it and somehow managed not to get seen until after Mac left to take
Tad and Anita home.  In a VERY short time, he had Donna on the ropes..."

	"Omigod!" Iris gasped.  "He didn't?!"

	"It was close, apparently -- Mac returned just in time.  Apparently
Mac's early sexual education came from Harmon's cast-offs, and Harmon felt he
was due a return favor..."

	"Okay..."  Iris didn't see where this involved Noreen...

	"Mac told him that he was serious about Donna and he needed to keep
his hands off," Noreen related.  "Somehow my name got mentioned.  I knew
nothing about all this, of course...  I got the important details after."

	"After what?" Iris asked.

	"After Harmon Thornton showed up at my house last Friday night,
schmoozed himself in, and proceeded to roll right over my defenses like a
tank or something!" Noreen replied.  "After what he did to me, I was NOT
surprised that Donna almost ended up in bed with him!  I haven't had sex in
years and thought I was bullet-proof -- and we were doing it in something
like five minutes, on my couch like a couple of teenagers!"

	"Omigod!  He raped you?"  Iris remembered a recent Friday night --
and Frank Parker.

	"I'd love to be able to say that, but he just cut through my defenses
like they were butter," Noreen replied.  "I'd say that I was reluctant,
momentarily, more from surprise than anything else.  I didn't stop him -- I
don't think I COULD have -- but he never hurt me or anything, and by the time
we got around to doing it, I wanted it -- BAD!"  Noreen shook her head,
remembering.  "I remember cumming, begging him to make me pregnant!"

	"So he came in, bowled you over, fucked you and left?  The four
'F's?"

	"No, he stayed the night.  We went at it like wild weasels on the
couch, then went up to my room and did it three more times..."

	"Four times?"

	"Four times -- without ANY protection.  And it was MY fault -- I told
him it didn't matter!" Noreen shook her head.  "You'd think after Donna...
The alarm on my biological clock must be ringing!"

	"No kidding!" Iris knew all about Donna.

	"The funny thing is that Harmon is the same way," Noreen related.
"Mac was apparently a by-blow with some woman who couldn't possibly raise a
child, and Harmon is religious about using rubbers, according to what I get
from Donna and Mac -- but the subject never came up the first time, and when
I said we might as well not, he didn't even argue!"

	"Why, I wonder?" Iris asked, amazed.  This wasn't the Noreen she
knew...

	"I don't know, but Harmon is spooked -- Mac says he won't come within
a mile of me, now.  Apparently, he's convinced that I'm God's way of getting
even with him for his womanizing."  Noreen smiled a Mona Lisa smile.  "That's
bad news, since I'd REALLY like to have some more..."

	"Men in general, or Harmon?" Iris asked.

	"Both, I think," Noreen replied.  "I need to know whether it was
Harmon or he just reminded me of what I was missing.  I went right out to my
gynecologist and got myself back on the Pill -- since I CLEARLY can't trust
myself."

	Iris sat back, working on a pitch that wouldn't expose anything.
"Well, there are guys out there, but you need to crawl before you can walk.
You should go to the parties.  Watching the kids isn't just amusing, it's
educational.  I'll talk to the organizers, if you're interested."

	Noreen pursed her lips.  "Are you sure it won't just drive me nuts?"
Mac had taken Donna to his house for much the same reason Iris had left hers
-- because Noreen had asked Donna not to tease her with what she couldn't
have...

	"Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Iris nodded.  "Once you've seen what we do
and what goes on, I'm pretty sure you'll see ways to handle things.  I know I
have."

	"Well, okay."  They moved on to other things.

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	"Luis, you got that cement board up in the shower room yet?" Fred
asked.

	"Almost, my little bitch," Luis replied, grinning.  "You can send the
tile boys in about fifteen minutes."

	"You wanna keep it down?" Fred rasped, more irritated than anything
else.

	"Aww, why should I?  Is my little bitch on the rag?  Do you want a
little something, maybe?" Luis taunted.

	Fred counted to ten -- and it didn't help.  'Fuck this shit!'  He
strode forward and picked Luis up under both arms and threw him against the
wall, and pinned him there.  "I may be a bitch.  Temporarily, I might be YOUR
bitch.  But I'm NOT a LITTLE bitch!  Got me?  As far as I'm concerned, Luis,
you've gotten your piece of me -- but I'll give you a little break-up sex, if
you like.  I do deep-throat, and your puny little cock isn't hard to handle.
The up-side is that when I bite it off, I can take it off right at the root,
you know?  Or how about this?  I'll give you some man-pussy, then we can flip
and I'll bust YOUR cherry!  You know, we've got your ass on video, and it
doesn't make you look any better than me -- worse, in fact!  The closet door
swings both ways, motherfucker!"  He threw the smaller man against the shower
wall.  "We're done, motherfucker!  And if you talk out of school, I'll
produce evidence that you're as queer as a three dollar bill and just pissed
because we broke up!"  Fred turned and stalked out, turning to rasp over his
shoulder, "Hurry the fuck up in there or I'll find somebody else!  I'm on a
schedule, here!"

	Fred headed down to the control room -- the one place he knew he
would have privacy -- and called Louise.  "I had it out with that rat-faced
little fucker Luis," he sighed.  "He's probably gonna out me."

	Louise heard the content, but she also heard the tone.  Fred was
resigned to the whole idea.  "What happened?"

	"Her needled me one time too many.  I told him I'd fuck him over,
too, but he isn't smart, so he probably won't think any too hard about it."

	"I'll make some calls," Louse told him.  "Do you know his phone
number?"

	"Hang on..."  Fred pulled it up on his phone and passed it.

	"I'm sorry, Baby," Louise apologized, "Luis was a mistake.  We just
had some of the same goals..."

	"I get it -- and I owed him -- but his thing with that bitch Juanita
was just in his head.  She was never gonna give him any.  There were reasons
she came to me..."  Fred bit it off -- this wasn't going to help him with
Louise.  "Besides, he did his job -- better than, say, Rico would have.  You
needed someone with some venom in him."

	'I'm going to have to think about this,' Louise mused.  'Not right
now, though.'  "Let me see what I can do," she murmured, and hung up...

	... And got Toby out of bed.  "I'm sorry, Baby, but that nutcase Luis
lit up Fred one time too many and Fred told him to fuck off..."

	Toby sighed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  "I planned for this.
Got his phone number?"

	Luis was finishing the job in the bathroom -- he was going to make
Fred pay him before he walked out and spread the word EVERYWHERE that the
sonofabitch was queer...  His phone beeped -- an odd sound that it didn't
normally make...  Luis put down the drill he was using to drive sheet rock
screws and checked the phone, which said, 'You have a voicemail with video.'
Curious, he hunted through the menus for the proper button combination to
open the file...

	... And stared at it in shock!  It was him, in voice and video,
fucking Fred in his ass -- but you couldn't TELL it was Fred!  You could tell
it was HIM, though!  Crap!  The clip ran for thirty seconds, and then
stopped, and a voice said, "Don't get greedy -- you had your revenge!"  Luis
didn't know the voice, either, which scared him even more!  Who ELSE knew
about this?  Luis sat down on a five gallon bucket of tile adhesive and took
stock...

	Meanwhile, Toby and Amy reluctantly got up and cleaned up and climbed
in Toby's car to go to the clubhouse.  Louise's little vendetta had been more
or less outside their sphere of control, but the cleanup wasn't going to be,
clearly...

	Abigail was cooking a late breakfast for Mark and Janice when they
walked into the clubhouse.  "That smells wonderful!" Toby declared.

	"I'll add some plates," Abigail replied, smiling.  Amy waved and
headed upstairs.

	Luis had just decided that it was probably wise to lay low for a
while and screw that pendejo Fred Carter over later when a little red-haired
chica appeared in the doorway.  "Mr. Garza..."

	"Do I know you, Honey?"  'I might like to -- those are some fine-
looking tetas,' Luis added to himself.

	"No, but I know you, Luis."  Suddenly, she wasn't sweet and she
wasn't sixteen.  "You're a little greedy, don't you think?  Or maybe you're a
little more into guys' asses than you want to admit?"

	"Wh--what?" Luis' eyes bulged.

	"You heard me!" the little bitch simpered.  "When you showed up with
your axe to grind, Louise thought it was a pretty good idea to let you get
your revenge on Fred -- but you're pushing it a little, you know?  That girl
was never gonna sleep with you, and you know it!"  Her eyes snapped.  "Your
power trip is over.  You're going to let Fred alone -- now, two weeks from
now, and next year -- do you understand?  The knowledge of what you've done
isn't limited to two or three people -- and if Fred is... inconvenienced...
we'll find you -- and when we're done, we'll have video of you taking two
cocks at the same time -- and loving it!"  Her eyes snapped again.  "Am I
clear?"

	"Si!"  Luis nodded.  This one was a witch!  It was as if she read his
mind -- and she knew too much!  "Yes!"

	The witch settled back and was a young woman again.  "That was the
stick.  If you are a good boy, maybe we can find you a woman -- wouldn't that
be an improvement over Fred?"

	"Yes," Luis admitted cautiously.  "What are you?"

	"You don't want to know," Amy replied blandly.  "And you don't want
to cross me.  On the other hand, if you behave yourself, I can be a source of
good things."  She waved behind her.  "Go ease Fred's mind -- tell him you
are even and will trouble him no more -- and that his secret is safe, unless
Louise wants it otherwise."  She turned to leave, but added over her
shoulder, "I will be watching you -- and I am not alone."  Her task complete,
she headed downstairs to breakfast.

	<How did it go?> Toby asked as Amy ran her fingers along his
shoulder.  She forwarded the gestalt of the entire scene and Mark and Janice
wondered what had them both smiling maniacally as she settled before her
plate...

	Luis finished hanging sheetrock in the bathroom in order to give
himself an opportunity to get over the shakes.  That red-haired one was a
witch for sure!  The job done, he hunted Fred down...

	Fred eyed him mistrustfully.  "What do YOU want?"  He glanced around
at the relatively public venue -- painters were working in the room where
Luis found him.

	"I am done.  I have been a fool, and have been shown the error of my
ways," Luis announced, sounding penitent.  "The issue between us is closed."

	"Is that a fact?" Fred drawled, eyeing him.  "Why the sudden change
of heart?"

	"I would rather not discuss it," Luis replied.  "Let us just put it
away."

	'Must have been serious shit,' Fred mused.  "Okay."

	"The bath is ready," Luis announced.

	"Thank you.  Wanna put the tile guys on it?"

	"Certainly."  Luis moved off.

	Fred watched him, musing, 'These guys don't fuck around -- but then,
I knew that...'

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	"Pete, could you come get me?"  Tabitha was crying on the phone.

	"Sure, Babe -- what's up?" Pete Phifer asked, worried.

	"Living at Horner's isn't working out -- Trish wants to act like I'm
a slut and she isn't, and Lillian is up to something with some boy and
they're acting like I had something to do with it -- and Phyllis is ALWAYS
mad about SOMETHING!  I'm hoping maybe I can live at the clubhouse..."

	"Pack your shit, Baby.  I'd bring you home to my place, but it's no
place for a girl.  The clubhouse is probably a good idea!"  Pete hung up and
headed for his car.

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	"Tabitha just left," Phyllis related to Louise over the phone.  "She
and Trish had some kind of falling out.  Pete picked her up -- I think
they're headed for the new clubhouse.  Someone may have put the idea in her
head that she can live there..."

	"Well..."  Louise pursed her lips, thinking, 'Poor Toby.'  "Let me
see what's going on..."

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	"Toby?"

	"Louise?  That thing is fixed..."

	Louise sighed.  "This is something else...  Tabitha either left or
got kicked out of Horner's.  I don't think Phyllis told all.  But she's
headed for the clubhouse with Pete..."

	"Well, we're here..."

	"I'm sorry, Baby..."

	By then, Pete and Tabitha were visible.  "They're here.  Thanks for
the heads up."  Toby hung up.

	Tabitha went to Amy, of course.  "Amy, who do I gotta talk to so I
can live here?  Trish got all uppity with me, like she don't fuck or
anything, and Phyllis is always pissed over something -- PMS, maybe -- and
Lillian, she's hanging out with Bonita's brother Gabriel and they're actin'
like it's MY fault..."

	Toby turned to Abigail, "Actually, this is a good thing, maybe."

	"Oh?"  Abigail blinked.

	"Hang on..."  Toby laid his hand over Amy's, distracting her from
Tabitha's imminent breakdown.  <Is Pete okay with Tabitha's appetites?>

	<They have an agreement -- but you know how THAT is.  What about
Tabitha?>

	<Tabitha is, well, simple, in that area.  She believes they have a
binding agreement and that it is going to work.> Toby related.

	<Pete has reservations, but they don't necessarily involve older guys
or strangers.  His concerns revolve around Alonzo.> Amy replied.

	<Hmmm.  The thought of doing anything with Alonzo hasn't entered
Tabitha's head.  If she were asked, she would, but it wouldn't mean
anything...> Toby related.

	<I'll calm that, then...> Amy smiled at Toby as she tucked a
blubbering Tabitha against her.

	Toby took the lead.  "We're trying to get this place done in record
time, and we would like to be able to provide the kinds of incentives we did
for contractors back at the old place," he told Pete.  "Would you have
heartburn with that?"

	Pete blinked.  "Construction guys?"

	"Uh huh," Toby confirmed.  "We can hook Tabitha up with a room, no
problem -- and she wouldn't have to do that, but it would help.  Basically,
she'll work for Abby, here..."  Toby waved at Abigail.  "There is plenty of
regular work, so we can do a room and board thing for her."

	"Construction guys."  Pete looked hangdog.  "Look, I don't expect you
to understand, but Tab needs a lot -- more than I can come up with, even.  At
the same time, I'd rather be around any time she's with guys our age..."  He
pursed his lips.  "We have a mutual thing, but I haven't really done anything
about it..."

	Toby put his hands up.  "Construction guys.  She can call you, or
whatever, if you like.  It's probably temporary."

	"If it's construction guys and they're clean and use rubbers, it's up
to Tab."

	Tabitha raised her head to sniffle, "What?"

	"We can hook you up, Tab," Amy said gently.  "In fact, you'll
probably be a big help -- Abigail, here, has to run the place almost by
herself!  But we were wondering if you could help us like you did before..."

	"With what?"

	"We've got a lot of construction guys wandering around..."

	"Like Fred and Mr. Rico?" Tabitha asked.

	"Uh huh."

	"And..."

	"Uh huh..."

	"Pete?"  Tabitha turned to her man for permission.

	"Construction guys -- that's it!"  Pete waved a finger.  "Anybody
else, you call me!  And they wear rubbers!  I don't want both of us coming
down with something!"

	"Okay!"  Tabitha nodded.  She turned back to Amy.  "So I get a room
and everything?"

	"You get a room and meals and put on the payroll for a little money
-- we'll figure out specifics as we go, but you'll work for Janice's mom..."
Amy waved at Abigail.  "Okay?"

	"Okay!"  Tabitha grinned from ear to ear, wiping her eyes.  "Pete!
I've got a job and everything!"

	"Great!"  Pete grinned back.  Amy smiled, too.  Pete knew exactly
what he had -- and was happy with it.  Tabitha wasn't bright, but she wasn't
stupid or retarded -- she was perhaps a little below average intelligence.
But she was a simple girl -- there were no layers to peel back to find the
real Tabitha -- what you saw was what you got.  She loved her sex -- in
quantity -- just like her mama.  And she was VERY sweet...  Pete didn't know
how in the world he was going to give her everything she deserved -- but he
was committed to try.  Construction guys weren't a threat to him -- they
would give Tabitha something to do and it would just be sex...  Everybody
would win!

	Meanwhile, Toby was delving into the issue with Phyllis.  Lillian and
Gabriel had escaped his notice, but Gabriel was a good kid and Tabitha's
memories said that Lillian had led the charge when it came to her being
deflowered.  Phyllis, though...  Toby examined the data in ways that Tabitha
had only put together instinctively and came up with the same conclusion --
Phyllis needed more attention than she was getting!  Well, THAT was
fixable...

	"Come on, let's get you settled in a room," Amy waved Pete and
Tabitha forward, "The next one down from Janice?" she asked Abigail.

	"Maybe the one across the hall," Toby suggested.  Abigail nodded
agreement.  Amy nodded and led Tabitha and Pete off and Toby turned to
Abigail.  "Okay, Tabitha.  She's not the brightest bulb in the circuit, but
she's very sweet -- and she's worked under Fred and Rico before..."

	"When you say under..." Abigail began.

	"I mean it literally.  When Fred and Rico were working on the
bathroom in the old place, she worked right along with them -- naked -- and
took on all comers during the breaks.  Tabitha inherited a serious sex drive
from her mother, who probably weighs four hundred pounds and has no socially
redeeming features, but probably has ten regular boyfriends," Toby explained.
"Just turn her loose and she'll handle most of the flow.  Pete, her
boyfriend, understands -- he needs the help, actually."

	"What if I want...?" Abigail began.

	"By all means!" Toby shrugged.  "You just have help, that's all."

	"Okay."

	"She's game and there isn't a devious bone in her body," Toby
related.  "You might have to explain some things..."  He turned to Janice,
"You know how she is, right?"  Janice nodded.  "Okay, I'm going back to my
office.  Yell if you need anything.  Maybe I can sleep in there..."

	"Why don't you hold that other room across the hall for yourself?"
Abigail suggested.  "That way, you'll have your finger on the pulse of
things..."

	"Yeah, good idea," Toby agreed, yawning.  "Are there sheets?"

	"It's all set up."  That was all Toby had to hear.

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