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Chapter 32



      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 32 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

Chapter 32

	Thirty minutes later, they were all set.  Fred was up on the second
floor looking at some framing when he heard Rico yell, "Tab!"

	"Hey, Mister Rico!" Tabitha's voice replied.  "How you doin'?"

	"Fine, fine..." Rico replied, as Fred stuck his head around the door.
"What's up?"

	"I live here now!" Tabitha declared proudly.  "I get to help you
guys!  Where is Mr. Fred?"

	"Right here, Tab!" Fred chuckled.  "So you're on staff here?"

	"Uh huh."  Tabitha preened.  "I've got a job!"

	"Are you doin' what you did with us?"

	"It's what I come for!"

	"Lemme see..." Fred rubbed his razor stubble.  "You know tile work --
let's go down to the bathrooms."  He led her off to where three teams of two
men were working on tiling the walls of the second floor baths.  Entering the
center bath, Fred announced, "Guys, this is Tab.  She's here to help -- and
handle that little side issue we talked about."

	Mason 'Mace' McKesson examined Tabitha with a jaundiced eye.  "What
do you know about tile work, girl?"

	Tabitha looked around.  "I've done this," she announced.  "I've done
this, EXACTLY, haven't I, Mr. Fred?"

	"Yes, you have, Tab," Fred nodded.  They were using the same one inch
institutional tile that had gone into the bath at Carpenter's.

	"An' the other thing?"  McKesson wasn't convinced.

	"You're gonna be surprised," Fred replied, winking.

	"Tab..."  McKesson's partner, a black man pushing fifty scratched his
beard.  "As in pull tab?  Girl, is your last name Hart?"

	"Uh huh."  Tabitha nodded.

	"As in Big Momma Hart?" the man pressed.

	"She's my momma," Tabitha agreed.  "Mister Cletus?"

	"Damn, girl!  I ain't seen you since you was nine, ten years old!"
Cletus Brown erupted.  "What you doin' here?"

	"I live here," Tabitha announced proudly.  "I work here."

	"Big Momma kick you out?" Cletus asked.

	"Somethin' like that."  Tabitha's face fell.

	"You probly shoulda seen that comin'," Cletus grunted.  For his
partner's benefit, he explained, "Tab's momma probly weighs four hundred
pounds, but she keeps eight, ten boyfriends on a string at a time -- the
pussy is that good.  I used to be one of 'em, but I caught Big Momma goin'
through my wallet one day and called her eight kinds of bitch, so we broke
up."  He eyed Tabitha.  "You fuck like your momma, girl?"

	"Better!" Tabitha declared, grinning, "I don't weigh half what she
does and I don't do stuff that gets me called eight kinds of bitch!"

	Cletus turned to his partner, "Mace, you ever fuck black pussy?"

	"Once," McKesson admitted.  "Wasn't nothing amazing."

	"If Tabitha even comes close to her momma, you'll be out looking for
black pussy, regular!" Cletus declared.

	"Well, she's here..." McKesson shrugged.

	"I got this, Mister Fred."  Tabitha waved Fred off.  She fished a
half-dozen rubbers out of her shorts pocket and placed them atop a five
gallon bucket of tile adhesive, then threw her top over her head, folded it,
and set it out in the hall.

	McKesson looked up.  "What you doin', Girl?"

	"That shit stains your clothes," Tabitha replied, waving her just-
removed shorts at the mastic McKesson was spreading on the wall.  "I don't
got that many clothes."  She reached behind her an popped off her bra.

	"You gonna work nekkid?" McKesson was incredulous.

	"Uh huh."

	'Well, I'll be fucked!"

	"Yeah, when you get around to it."  Tabitha grinned from ear to ear.

	Cletus cracked up.  "NOW we're in fuckin' business!  Hand me a sheet
of that tile, Tab!"  Tabitha fished in a box and handed him a sheet of tiles
pre-spaced in a plastic matrix and a couple of plastic spacers to be used in
positioning them against the previous sheet.  McKesson grunted, watching.

	Ten minutes later, McKesson was concentrating on wet-saw tile cuts,
leaving normal work to Tabitha and Cletus.

	"It bother you that I used to fuck your momma?" Cletus asked
conversationally as he pressed some tile into place.

	"No," Tabitha replied.  "It gives you a little tingle doesn't it?"

	Cletus flashed a glance at the girl, who was smiling back at him.
"Yeah, it does, at that."

	Mace McKesson gave up.  Tossing a chunk of cut tile on the floor, he
said, "Awright, I gotta see this.  Let's take a break and you can show me
that magic pussy I've been hearing about!"

	Tabitha, who'd gotten the tour from Abigail, ventured, "There's a
bedroom around the corner."  She snagged the rubbers as she headed for the
door.

	Mace nodded.  "Let's go, Cletus."  He fell in behind Tabitha,
watching her big ass sway as she moved up the hall.

	Their destination was Dark Room Three -- but the lights were on.  As
soon as they were inside, Tabitha swiped some tile dust from her shins,
knelt, and went to work on Mace's belt.  Mace's cock was like the rest of him
-- hard, rough, and a little angry-looking.  It was about normal size with a
big, bulbous head on a sinewy shank.  Tabitha didn't even blink at it -- she
just sucked it in.  Mace gritted his teeth as pleasure so intense it
approached being pain washed over him in the wake of Tabitha's big, soft lips
and wet, frisky tongue.

	Mace dealt with the blowjob for a minute or so, then, more to be
cantankerous than anything else, said, "I thought we were gonna fuck?"

	Tabitha backed off his erection with an audible pop, said, "Okay,"
and started unlacing Mace's work boots, handing him a rubber.

	Cletus parked his ass on the bed and started unlacing his boots, too,
chuckling and rumbling, "You had to be a shitass, didn't ya?"

	"Yep," Mace rumbled.

	"Ain't gonna do you no good..."

	Mace grunted.  He was pretty sure Cletus was right.  Tabitha had his
boots undone and held them so he could get his feet out, one by one, then got
up and sat on the bed.  "How do you want me?"

	"How do you like to do it?" Mace asked.

	Tabitha thought about it.  "I can't think of a way I DON'T like to do
it!"

	"Awright."  Mace scratched his head.  "You need a warm-up?"

	Tabitha pursed her lips and shook her head.  "I got wet sucking."

	"Okay."  Mace was nonplussed.  "Doggie?"  Instantly, he had Tabitha's
sizeable ass waving in front of him.  He looked up to see her looking
expectantly over her shoulder at him.  "Damn..." he muttered, stepping up to
rub the mushroom head of his cock along her puffy split.

	"Yeah, come on," Tabitha husked, her eyes hypnotizing him, "I want
it!"  Mace pushed his cock home and Tabitha took it without complaint,
rolling her pelvis down for the insertion and up for the removal.

	Mace didn't say anything, but he was in trouble, instantly!  He
didn't get a lot of pussy and he'd outsmarted himself by having Tabitha shift
from sucking to fucking -- but a hooker would have blown him and walked away
and he'd wanted pussy.  Now he was stuck and he was going to get a nut in
seconds -- and THEN what?  Tabitha was waving Cletus around, obviously intent
on blowing him while she fucked -- and she seemed to have plenty of capacity.
Only one tactic presented itself -- Mace stopped stroking.

	That got him a look from Tabitha.  "Something wrong?"

	"I'm pushin' it.  I should have hung on for the blowjob," Mace
admitted.

	Tabitha nodded.  "Do what you've gotta.  Twice is good.  We're done
when we're done."  She picked up a hand and the string of rubbers fluttered
loose.  "I've got more rubbers."

	"I thought this was a payment thing?" Mace started pumping again,
slowly, trying to extend his enjoyment but probably speeding things up.

	"When me and Mister Fred and Mister Rico used to do it, we just did
it -- nobody kept count.  Momma wanted me to hook, but she wanted the money
-- I just like to fuck," Tabitha grunted.  "Nobody told me there was any
limits."

	Cletus rumbled a chuckle and waved his thick shank in front of
Tabitha, who tracked it with her mouth open.  "Big Momma didn't fuck for
money, really," he related, "You brought her presents.  I gen'ly brought her
a nickel bag and stayed the night and went home when I couldn't fuck no more.
And just like Tab, here, there was gen'ly somebody else around to take over
while I got my breath in between..."  His cock and Tabitha's lips came into
contact and he hissed, "Yeah, I'm gonna remember this..."  Cletus had tended
to be a little lank for the past couple of years, but he was firming right up
in Tabitha's hot mouth...  Tabitha managed to smile around his cock; the
corners of her lips quirked, at least.  "Yaaahhh..."

	Mace sped up again, unable to contain himself, and Tabitha knew that
she wasn't going to get more than a warm-up from him -- but that was okay,
because Cletus was getting nice and long and hard in her mouth.  Mace started
seriously banging her, so Tabitha backed off Cletus and jacked him, so
neither of them would be accidentally injured.  That didn't last ten strokes,
anyway, before Mace grunted and went for depth and held his cock there while
he filled the rubber.  Tabitha triggered contractions in her cunt to make it
more pleasant.  Cletus, watching her, knew instinctively what she was up to,
and didn't give her any crap about forgetting to jack him; instead, he
collected a rubber from her supply and started donning it.

	"Mighty fine, I've gotta admit," Mace grunted, backing off.

	"Come 'round, I'll help you with the rubber," Tabitha offered.  As
Mace shifted around to his left, Cletus moved to replace him, finishing
fitting the rubber on his long shank.  Tabitha gently removed the rubber from
Mace's cock and tossed it in a trash can that was conveniently placed after
some glancing around, then went back to all fours, momentarily using one hand
on Mace's balls to direct him into her mouth while wriggling her hips to aid
Cletus' insertion.  Then she was fucking and sucking again, taking Cletus'
slowly lengthening strokes while she lipped Mace back to full erection.

	It was forty minutes before Mace, watching Tabitha finish milking a
second load out of Cletus with her pussy, reluctantly pulled his cock from
her mouth again and said, "I guess we oughta go back to work."  Cletus was
finishing his second round in Tabitha's pussy -- he'd done one and Mace had
gone back for seconds and then he'd managed a second erection.  Both males
were proud of themselves.  "That's damned good pussy," Mace admitted,
caressing Tabitha's cheek.  "Damned good!"  Tabitha smiled -- the men had
given her what she considered to be a light to medium workout; Pete could
have managed it alone, except for the fact that he couldn't be two places at
once.

	"I'll go check to see that nothing has slid," she offered, and
staggered up off the bed, then headed out, her ass rolling.

	"She ain't much to look at, but goddamn!" Mace grunted, lacing his
work boots.

	"Her momma wasn't no beauty queen when I knew her," Cletus related,
"and was two, three times the size.  But she had three, four kids by
different daddies.  She lived on welfare and child support -- 'the more the
merrier' seemed to be her motto for everything, including daddies for her
kids."  He looked at the door.  "She probably kicked Tab out because she
couldn't get welfare or child support for her no more."

	"Sounds pretty weird," Mace allowed.

	"She wasn't in the business of lending the kids out for nothin', at
least," Cletus mused, shook himself, and got busy dressing.

	The trio worked smoothly the rest of the afternoon.  Sex was an
occasional subject of conversation, but nothing more -- both men had gotten
their fill for the day.  Mace rubbed Tabitha's ass at one point and said,
"Anybody been in there?"

	Tabitha eyed him nonchalantly and said, "Who could miss it, as big as
it is?  If you want some, I'll need to chase down some lube -- the rubber
would tear us both up."

	"Just askin'," Mace backed off.  He didn't figure he had it in him to
get firm enough to be poking an asshole for several more hours.  He was
amazed at how casual she was...

	When they broke for the evening, Tabitha told Cletus, "I remember
now.  Momma was kinda embarrassed, but all our daddies was out of work and
she needed grocery money.  She didn't do that kind of thing often."

	Cletus grimaced.  "She shoulda axed me.  I'd 'a hooked her up.  I
missed that shit, after -- you'd 'a probably had another brother or sister
and another daddy..."  Tabitha shrugged and shook her head.  "Yeah, I know --
not your fault.  We all make mistakes.  You gonna be around tomorrow?"

	Tabitha shrugged.  "I live here."

	"Okay, then."  He rubbed her shoulder and headed on out.

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	Meanwhile, Candace got a couple of calls.  The first was from Iris
Lezynski:  "Candace?"

	"Yes?"

	"It's Iris.  Is there anything going on this week?"

	"Well, actually, we're hip-deep in contractors, and have promised
them a little fun as a bonus..."

	"Oh, no kidding?  What would I have to do?"

	"Just fuck, Honey..." Candace grinned.

	"I can do that.  Masks and stuff?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Hey, look -- I was talking to Noreen Travers -- Donna's mother?
She's... itchy.  What do you know about Mac Thornton's dad?"

	Candace frowned.  "Not a lot."

	"He's supposedly a real ladies man -- just rolls right over women.
He rolled right over Noreen a week or two ago and now, well, she's back in
service, you know?  She's looking for a little something..."

	"Hmmm.  We would have to initiate her, and due to Homecoming, the
usual party probably won't happen..."

	"I really think..."

	"What, Honey?"

	"Well, Noreen and Harmon Thornton got together like gangbusters to
hear her tell it -- and now Harmon is all superstitious or something.  There
has to be a deal in there somewhere.  Somebody ought to talk to the kids
about it, you know?  You don't have any spare guys around who could fix
Noreen up?"

	"I'll put somebody on it, Hon.  In the meantime, why don't you come
on down tomorrow?  I'll tell Abby to expect you and we'll hook you up with a
couple of hunky contractors..." Candace offered.

	"NOW you're talking!"

	Ten or fifteen minutes later, Poppa Frank called.  "Hey, how come I
keep sendin' Jiang Yi up there to get some strange and she comes back
unfucked?  Now, the fact that I seem to be the only sumbitch in four states
that wants to fuck her sorry ass puts me in a pretty sweet position, but I
kinda want her to get some strange..."

	"It's not a problem.  We'll have her take care of the kitchen
contractors -- okay?" Candace offered.

	"Yeah, perfect."

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	Luis Garza had just decided to quit for the day when the redheaded
witch reappeared.  "I have done as you asked," Luis declared.

	"We are aware of this," the witch replied.  "I have come to reward
you for your cooperation."

	Luis cocked his head.  "And how would you do this?"

	Amy handed Luis a scrap of paper.  "Go to this address.  A black
woman will answer the door.  Tell her, 'The club sent me to fuck you.'  She
may be surprised, but she will cooperate -- particularly if you don't take no
for an answer.  If she bucks, remind her that the club has a hold on her and
that she doesn't want to make trouble."

	"What do you have?" Luis asked.

	"That is for us to know and for you NOT to find out!" Amy snapped.
"In any case, if she proves intractable, call Fred and he will find me and I
will deal with it."

	'She probably will,' Luis mused.  "So, I fuck her?"

	"Yes.  Get all you want -- don't limit yourself.  She needs it, too."

	"Does she have a thing about only black men?  Does she have a
husband?"

	"No and no," Amy replied.  "One of her daughters is involved with a
white boy and the other with a Hispanic.  And she's fucked white guys before.
She will probably just be surprised; once you get past that, there should be
no problems."

	Luis shrugged and popped his eyes.  "Okay."  He would do this -- what
was the worst that could happen?  Besides, it was the best offer on pussy
he'd had in a while.  What could be better than free?  When he looked up from
his thoughts, the witch was gone.

	When Toby finally gave up and got up for the day, Candace briefed him
on events -- including the Travers -- Thornton issue.  "Why do you think
Mac's dad thinks Donna's mom is bad ju-ju?" Toby asked, Amy, frowning.

	"I bet they were both looking for something -- and found it," Amy
mused.  "But they've been looking a long time and have bad habits..."

	"And it's new and strange and scary," Toby finished.  "Harmon may be
something like Tyrone -- we should probably check into that."  If Harmon was
anything like Tyrone, he controlled it well, it seemed like -- and that might
make Harmon a valuable asset.  Investigation would wait until Monday,
however.

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	"Let's go to my house," Mark suggested to Janice.  "I don't think
you're needed here."

	"I'll ask Momma."  Janice replied.  Abigail had no problem with Mark
taking Janice home to meet the family -- and either it would work or it would
not.  Janice went and changed clothes and the pair left the house around
four...

	...And walked into an ambush!  "Where have you been?" Miranda Torres
demanded of her son, her hands on her wide hips.

	"At Janice's..." Mark replied.

	"Doing what?"

	"Um, they're doing a lot of construction there.  I kind of hung out
with her and watched..."

	"Overnight?"

	"There was the victory party last night," Mark supplied.  "A bunch of
us just crashed late rather than taking any chances on the roads.  We weren't
drinking -- I can prove it -- but we were all kind of wasted when we got done
celebrating, and people get killed driving tired as well as drunk..."  Mark
had used this excuse before.

	"Where, exactly, did you sleep?" Miranda asked, her voice dangerous.
Her eyes slid to the right to regard Janice, who was poor at deception in the
first place and unprepared in the second.  Janice's blush told all, so Mark
didn't bother to lie...

	"With Janice," Mark admitted, trapped.

	Rafael Torres, standing in the kitchen doorway behind his wife,
raised a hand to his mouth to cover a smile.  Miranda would be incensed, but
the girl was standing right there and neither of them was trying to mislead
anyone.  Mark clearly wasn't taking his women like a thief in the night.  He
and Mark had discussed women and sex -- recently -- and Mark had let his
father know that he had resources available to him, without going into detail
-- which hadn't surprised Rafael.  The boy WAS on the football team, after
all...  The girl was an odd one -- very much the gringa -- even European-
looking.  She was very thin, too.  Rafael had to wonder what the draw was...

	"And what does your mother think of this?" Miranda turned on Janice.

	Janice stood there blinking, her mind flitting around furiously.
"Um, she likes Mark?"

	"Oh?  So it is okay, then, for you and my son to sleep together?"
Miranda stopped herself before asking who ELSE Janice slept with, and moved
on to another subject.  "And birth control?  Who is handling that?"

	Mark turned to Janice for confirmation before answering -- and got a
'deer in the headlights' look.  "Uh, Squirrel..."

	Janice covered her mouth.  "Oboy..."

	Miranda erupted in an impassioned harangue in Spanish, but she might
as well not have even been there; Janice lunged into Mark's arms babbling
apologies and Mark tucked her in tight.  Rafael saw it then -- what drew the
pair together.  It was all there -- Janice's frail self-confidence and her
dependence and Mark's protective instincts -- and the total lack of his
mother's fiery temperament in Mark's girlfriend.  Janice tried to crawl
inside Mark's clothing, clinging like a leech while bawling gustily -- and
Mark was perfectly happy to allow it.

	"WIFE!" Rafael erupted at the top of his lungs.

	Miranda sputtered to a stop.  Mark's sisters, drawn by the uproar,
stood by.  Miranda spun on Rafael, "She'll entrap him..."

	"I will not!"  Janice lifted her tear-stained face from Mark's
shoulder.  "I was an unwanted child -- I couldn't DO that!"

	"Then why...?" Miranda began, confusion and anger still a cloud over
her.

	"I never expected to have sex, period, with anyone.  When we started,
I just didn't think..."

	"And YOU didn't EITHER!" Miranda whirled on her son and began waving
a finger.

	"WIFE!"

	"HUSBAND!  This is serious!"

	"It is also too late!" Rafael pointed out.  "If you were not so busy
ranting and raving and pointing fingers, you would see that it matters not --
they are coupled.  If they have children, Mark will welcome them, because he
loves the woman already."

	"They are NOT coupled!" Miranda insisted.

	"Do you think you control your son's heart?  I tell you that you do
NOT!  And your attempts to do so only drive him away!  Do you not SEE what HE
sees in her?" Rafael rasped.

	Miranda glared at Janice, frowning, "No."

	"She is calm and even tempered and not aggressive, for a start..."
Rafael's eyes gleamed in amusement.  "She looks to him for the support a man
provides, rather than making demands, for another.  I've no doubt that our
son finds this... refreshing..."

	"If she is pregnant..." Miranda began.

	"You, a good Catholic woman, would have her abort the child?" Rafael
scoffed.

	"Husband..."  Miranda's voice became dangerous.

	"Wife?"  Rafael wasn't taking any prisoners.  His voice became just
as dangerous.

	Elena, Mark's older sister, giggled.  "Papa is right, Mama.  This
girl is everything you are not!"

	"Or perhaps you are everything she is not," Rafael took advantage of
the interruption to note.  Janice was NOT curvy and NOT hot-tempered and NOT
dark-skinned -- she was NOT a LOT of things, actually, including particularly
brave...  "She IS a guest in this house, however..."

	"They have done wrong!" Miranda pointed out.

	"And?  How does this change the fact that she is Mark's woman and a
guest?" Rafael wouldn't back down.  You didn't, with Miranda, if you wanted
to survive.  Mark was obviously going to have to carry the ball for Janice...
"Besides, you have made this clear, have you not?"

	Miranda turned to the couple and gathered herself, visibly.  "Welcome
to our home."

	"Thank you," Janice offered diffidently.

	"I apologize for my lack of manners..." '... but not for upbraiding
you, you little fool!' Miranda added to herself.  She might as well have said
it, however, since both Mark and Janice got it.  "Please come in."

	Ten minutes later, Miranda, Elena, and Carmen, Mark's younger sister,
were preparing a snack in the kitchen.  "Look on the bright side, Mama,"
Carmen noted, "You won't have to worry about getting a lot of grief from
Mark's girlfriend."

	"True," Miranda agreed, "She's not a fighter."

	"Be careful, though, Mama," Elena warned, "If you abuse her, Mark
will turn on you like an angry bear!"

	"Feh!"  Miranda waved the threat off.

	"Take care, Mama!" Elena warned.  "What Mark will not do for himself,
he WILL do for her!  Think about how he protects us!"

	"You two are family!" Miranda argued.

	"And she is his woman, Mama!  Don't make him choose!" Elena warned.
"If you go too far, Mark's mask will come off and you will find Papa standing
there!"

	"You overstate the girl's importance," Miranda insisted.  "Mark will
not rush to her rescue.  He will see how weak she is and brush her aside."

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	Minutes later, Miranda dropped a torpedo into the water.  Sitting
across the coffee table from Janice, she asked, "Are you Catholic, Dear?"

	"No.  I'm not particularly religious," Janice replied, mildly
embarrassed.

	Miranda, ignoring the way her husband's face froze, moved smoothly
onward, "We'll want the children to be raised Catholic.  Mark is..."

	"... Not very religious!" Mark broke in, flatly.

	"Mark!" Miranda snapped.

	Mark wasn't buying.  He stood up to tower over his mother, declaring,
"Mother, if you insist upon treating Janice poorly and lying to her, this
will be her last visit here!  It won't be the end of our relationship --
you'll just be seeing a lot less of me!"

	Elena sat back in her chair, nodding, her expression saying, "I told
you so!"  Rafael got up out of his chair, grated, "Wife!" and pointed at the
kitchen.  Miranda went from staring at her son's frozen expression to her
husband's, then got up quietly and left the room, Rafael following.  A door
closed, muffling Rafael's verbal dressing-down of his wife.

	Elena sat forward in the chair and said earnestly, "Forgive her --
she wants Mark to marry a Hispanic.  I begin to see why he would not wish
to."

	Janice smiled diffidently and looked down at the snack tray to keep
from meeting anyone's eyes.

	"Don't worry," Carmen assured her, "Mama will come around."

	"I hope so," Janice murmured, unable to raise her head.  Mark fixed
the problem by tilting up her chin and kissing her -- and both of his sisters
noted the abandon in Janice's response.  There was no question that Janice
was in love with their brother as she clutched herself to him...

	"Why, EXACTLY, do you think Mark has attached himself to a mousy
little gringa?" Rafael roared.  "I'll TELL you why!  Because he's sick and
tired of putting up with the likes of YOU!  You've made your bed -- now you
must lie in it!  You will not get your way in this -- you poisoned Mark all
by yourself!"  Rafael paused.  "I see nothing much wrong with her, myself --
and I can appreciate my son's position in this matter!  You need to stop
obstructing this young woman -- because anything you do to her will stiffen
Mark's resistance and make matters worse for you!"

	Miranda hung her head, chagrined.  Rafael was right.  If Mark was
busy defending the girl from her, his attention would NOT be on the girl, but
rather on that defense -- and he would not see her for what she was!  "I will
behave myself."

	"Good!  Now go, swallow your pride, and apologize -- again!"

	Miranda returned to the living room and said, "I must apologize.  You
did not fit my plans for Mark's future, so I attacked you.  You are not what
I wanted for him."

	"What I want is what is important, Mama!" Mark grated.

	"I know.  I... overlooked that, in my pride and folly.  I apologize."

	"I can certainly understand that you are looking out for Mark's best
interests," Janice said quietly.  "If it looks like I'm not the right person
to share Mark's future with him, I will do whatever..."  Tears dribbled down
her cheeks.

	"That is not Miranda's decision," Rafael interjected, "It is yours
and Mark's."  Carmen got up and hunted down a Kleenex for Janice to dab her
eyes with.

	Miranda hung her head; whether she approved of the gringa slip or
not, the girl had Mark's best interests at heart.  Undoubtedly, she could run
her off, too, since she was such a weak thing -- but the repercussions would
be devastating and would ruin her relationship with her son.  No, it was best
to just accept things as they were and see what the future held.  "Let us
begin again," she said, moving forward to take Janice's hands.  "Welcome to
our home."

	Elena, who knew that her mother was likely biding her time -- and who
ALSO knew that she would lose -- moved forward to take Janice's hands.
"Welcome to our family."  Carmen did the same, and Rafael took one of
Janice's hands in his and brought it to his lips.

	Things settled down then, and everyone was civil right through dinner
and until Mark took Janice home.  In the car on the way, Janice worried,
"Mark?  What if I am?"

	"Pregnant?" Mark asked.

	"Yes."

	"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it."

	"I would abort it -- I wouldn't wish my life on anyone!" Janice
insisted.

	"What if I wanted it?  I want you..."

	"I..."  Janice blinked.  "That would be different.  I just couldn't
stand the idea of tying you to me against your will and trying to make a life
for a child under those circumstances, knowing how it turns out."

	"Squirrel, I'm tied to you now -- and it is NOT against my will!"
Mark declared, smiling.

	"What about -- I don't know -- college?"

	"It'll be fine.  Papa will send me anyway, if I want to go -- and
I'll take you with me.  Don't borrow trouble."  He eyed her, cocking his
head.  "I WANT to watch your belly swell!"

	"Omigod!" Janice gasped.

	"Get hooked up with the pill.  If you have to do any more
construction guys, they wear a rubber.  I'm not going to -- and I'm NOT going
to worry about it!"  Mark leaned over and kissed Janice, reveling in the way
she clung to him.

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	"Momma!  I'm not on birth control!" Janice confronted Abigail
immediately upon her arrival at home.  "Mark and I haven't been using
rubbers, either!"

	"Oops!  I'm not protected, either!  Let me make some calls!" Abigail
gasped.

	"Don't bother!" Candace simpered.  "We have our own in-house
physician.  I'll call Beth and we'll hook you up."

	"What about before?" Janice worried.  "What if...?"

	"We'll terminate it, Honey," Abigail consoled her daughter.

	"Mark doesn't seem to want that..."

	"He doesn't?" Abigail froze.

	"No.  He said that if I was pregnant, we should keep the baby."
Janice dimpled.  "He said he wants to watch me swell up!"

	"Well..."  Abigail was nonplussed.

	"I told him I didn't want to bring an unwanted child into the world
and saddle him with it -- and his answer was that we're already together and
it won't be unwanted..."

	"You're young..." Abigail noted.

	"I know," Janice shrugged.  "But..."  Abigail just nodded.  This was
different than herself and Tom -- already.

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