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Chapter 36.  The author's site remains down, so I can't update asstr.org.


      

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Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 35 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 mc

Chapter 35

	By Monday, Amy and Toby were beginning to see the shape of the week
to come.  There probably wouldn't be a big blow-off party Friday night, due
to the Homecoming dance -- but several couples would want to use the
clubhouse for after-party assignations.  Adults, on the other hand, were
shaping up to be something they were going to have to deal with all week
long...

	Donna and Mac wandered over to see Amy and Toby at lunch -- and
indicated that they wanted a private talk.  Amy and Toby were happy to oblige
-- in fact, Amy opened with, "I hear your mother might want to join the
club..."

	"Really?"  Donna blinked in surprise.  "Where did you hear that?"

	"Iris Lezynski -- Misha's mother," Amy related.  "Something about a
run-in with Mac's dad..."

	Mac actually blushed.  "That's something we wanted to talk to you
guys about," Donna related.

	"Yes?"  Amy was all ears -- in fact, she and Toby were listening at a
level deeper than that...

	"They're both busted," Mac explained.  "Pop wandered over to Donna's
house a couple of weeks ago, and, well, when Pop sees a woman he wants, he's
pretty good at convincing them to want him back.  One thing led to another
and they had a lot of sex.  Apparently, they had a REAL good time -- but Pop
is a bachelor and he's used to playing around, and he's decided that Donna's
mom has tentacles -- and, frankly, maybe she does..."  Mac eyed Donna to see
if she would take exception, but she didn't.  "Anyway, Pop won't go near her
-- but from what I can tell, he's already addicted, and it's killing him..."

	"Mom's the same way," Donna related.  "I think she might want to try
another guy or two to prove to herself whether it is or isn't Mac's dad, but
she knows better."

	Mac chuckled.  "I've listened to them both and I think it was a case
of love at first feel, if you're into AC-DC.  But they're older and both of
them have been burned..."  At Toby's look of incomprehension, he shared a
glance with Donna and explained, "We're both... mistakes, I guess.  Donna's
mom raised her alone and Pop got me because Mom couldn't do kids.  Neither of
them was married -- or even in love.  Sex got them into trouble."  He shook
his head.  "I've talked to Pop about this and he's absolutely superstitious
-- he thinks Noreen is Mother Nature's way of getting even with him for all
the women he's passed on."

	"Is he bad that way?" Amy asked, knowing the answer.

	"No, not really.  Women just slide off him, like Teflon.  A
relationship will go five or six dates, max, then he and the woman will agree
that it just isn't what they're looking for and part company.  I don't think
I've ever seen one hold a grudge.  He's not the 'four Fs' type -- he just
never found one that got under his skin -- until now..."

	"So now the real thing shows up..." Amy mused.

	"...And he's scared spitless!" Mac finished.

	Toby turned his attention on Donna, who took over.  "Mom just, I
dunno, zipped it up or something.  She didn't date, and if she EVER slept
around while I was a kid, I didn't see it.  She's got my butt -- maybe that
kept them away..."  Mac reached down and squeezed Donna's ass and she smiled
up at him.  "However it worked, Mom just put men away -- until Harmon.  Then
she apparently fell all over herself to get under him..."

	"Pop probably handled that," Mac interjected.  "He's SMOOOOTH!"

	"Yeah, well, once they got going, she didn't let go..." Donna noted.
"Once wasn't NEARLY enough!"

	Mac nodded.  "Both of them have been burned over birth control, and
Pop was religious about it.  It was habit, you know?  He didn't even have to
think about it -- it was like Step Thirteen in a typical seduction -- put on
the rubber.  But he didn't, with Noreen -- FOUR TIMES!  Noreen was just as
bad -- once they'd screwed it up the first time, she told Pop the damage was
done and not to worry about it -- AND HE DIDN'T!  THAT is what scares him,
more than anything else.  BOTH of them know better, having learned the hard
way -- and BANG!  They're trying to have kids!"

	Toby eyed the pair.  "What do you think should happen?"

	Mac shrugged.  "Pop should stop hiding from Noreen and get it over
with."

	"Well, we stand a good chance of getting Noreen in the door of the
club, I think," Amy opined, "with Iris pushing.  What about your father,
Mac?"

	Mac shrugged.  "He's been too picky -- which means he's hard up..."

	"We'd like to meet him..." Amy noted.

	"Maybe..." Mac shrugged.

	"If we were to do the dark room thing -- no, that won't work.
They'll talk and figure it out too soon," Donna mused.

	"What would your mother do?" Amy asked.

	"Probably nothing," Donna guessed.

	"So if she was in the room but not allowed to talk and Harmon came
in...?"

	"Oooooo!  I LIKE IT!" Donna gushed.

	"We could keep Harmon quiet, too," Toby offered.

	Mac eyed Donna.  "No, I think Noreen would be just as happy knowing
who she was dealing with.  We only need to keep Pop in the dark -- until it's
too late, anyway."  Donna nodded thoughtfully.

	"See what you can do," Amy directed, "We'll support you and make it
work.  Mac, for your dad, it's just anonymous sex.  Donna, we'll see what
your mom wants.  You may want to talk to Misha, since Iris is in on things.
Iris can deal with her without getting into the whole adults versus kids
thing."

	"Okay."  Donna nodded and led Mac off, discussing the idea quietly
with him.

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	At lunchtime, Tyrone caused a major sensation by the simple expedient
of walking up behind Cindy Simpson, leaning down, and kissing her neck, "Hey,
Baby."

	"Sweetheart!  How come you didn't call Sunday?" Cindy replied.  You
could hear the question from clear across the room, due to the deathly
silence.

	Tyrone settled next to her.  "I figured you needed some quiet time
after Friday night and Saturday, Baby."

	"Okay."  Cindy kissed his cheek.

	Beverly turned to Tyrone, "Where's O--?"  She shut up when a hand
descended upon her shoulder.

	"Looking for me, Babe?" Otis rumbled.

	"Of course, Lover!"  Beverly peeled his hand off her shoulder so she
could kiss it.  "Mama says hi."  Otis settled to Beverly's right in front of
the startled eyes of the other four cheerleaders, among others, and pulled
Beverly against him for a kiss.

	The morning had been tough on Cindy and Beverly.  Everybody knew
there was a website out there that showed them fucking six or eight guys --
black guys -- and apparently getting off on it.  Cindy and Beverly had
related the official version of the cover story to probably forty of their
closest acquaintances -- but to anyone who HADN'T heard it, one look at
Tyrone and Otis was validation of their worst suspicions -- which was one
reason the pair had stayed away during the morning.  Tyrone and Otis wanted
the official version to take root, if possible -- not that there was much
hope of that.  The girls had just given most of the briefing to the
cheerleading squad -- with the notable exception of Mary Vargas, who was
seated at the team table -- with Gina Blaisdale on one side of her and Ray
Thinnes on the other.  Now, Cindy more or less finished it with, "Tyrone and
Otis showed up and rescued us!  They swooped in and we were out of there!
They're heroes!"

	"I'll just bet," Carla Giordano whispered under her breath.  Gabby
Cardoza snorted softly.  Both of them knew without any forensic examination
of the evidence being necessary that two of the cocks in that video belonged
to Tyrone and Otis.  But they smiled and nodded for Cindy and Beverly's
benefit, each thinking that there was no good reason to suck up to the pair
any longer.  The other two cheerleaders -- Mindy Frankel and Lucy O'Donnell,
were perky but vacuous blondes who would believe that the sky was green if
Cindy said so.

	"You know, Baby," Tyrone murmured, seeing which way things were
headed, "Things are gonna be tough for a while.  Nobody is gonna believe that
things went down that way until they see that Otis and I have turned over a
new leaf.  Maybe you ought to try to mend some fences with the team..."

	"Yeah.  I'd been planning to, anyway."  Cindy pecked Tyrone on the
cheek.  "I'll be right back."

	Otis nudged Beverly.  "Go with her, Babe.  Be nice."  Beverly nodded
and gave Otis a peck and followed Cindy off.

	Tyrone took the opportunity to reach out with his feet, curling them
behind the bare calves of Carla and Gabby and exerting his will, murmuring,
"You need to go easy on Cindy and Bev -- they had a rough weekend.  You
probably wouldn't want to get sucked into that mess..."  Both of them blinked
and moved their legs, but the seed was planted.

	Meanwhile, Cindy approached the team table -- diffidently, which was
a departure for the blonde cheerleader.  Singling out Anita -- which caused
some hackles to rise around the table -- Cindy said, "Hey, Anita -- I'm real
sorry for that thing in the bathroom.  I was out of line.  I know you'll
probably never forgive me, but I just needed to get it out there.  I'm not
interested in Tad anymore -- no offence, Tad -- so there is nothing you need
to worry about from me, okay?"

	"Well, uh, okay..." Anita eyed Cindy as if she'd grown an extra head.

	Cindy looked around generally.  "Look, I know I've been a shit, okay?
I got my head shrunk pretty good over the weekend..."

	"Looked like you got stretched a little," somebody mumbled.

	Cindy blushed and hung her head.  "That, too.  Clearly, I'm not at
the top of the heap anymore.  Even if you guys won't put up with me, I hope
you'll let the other girls on the squad back in..."

	Tad and Damian shared a glance, then picked up Bobby and Clint with
their eyes.  Damian shifted his glance to Toby, who nodded the merest
fraction.  Frank screwed up his face when he got called on to vote, but
shrugged.  The thing went around the table for about ten seconds before it
came back to Damian, who deferred to Tad.  Tad pursed his lips.  "Okay, you
and Beverly are on probation.  The other girls are welcome.  I'm thinking
that if your boyfriends are around to keep you out of trouble, things should
be cool."  There was a rumble of agreement; in some circles, lugging Tyrone
and Otis around was going to be like a ball and chain for Cindy and Beverly
-- they would never recapture the way things were -- or even make an
approach...

	"Oh!  Oh, that's great!" Cindy bubbled.  "They're real nice guys, you
know!"  That got some rolled eyes around the table, but it was going to be
good for a laugh, anyway...  "Thanks a LOT!"  She dashed back to the other
table, bouncing in her excitement, Beverly in tow.

	Toby took the opportunity to get everyone's attention, Amy in
support.  "Look, guys, I know what some of you are thinking, but trust me,
all four of them are going to be on their best behavior -- and we actually
owe Tyrone and Otis a favor, so let it ride."

	"He's right," Damian noted, Terence nodding in the background.
"Cindy and Beverly didn't get whacked by accident, you know?  We wanted it
that way and somebody made it happen..."  Heads nodded all around the table.
"Make a hole and let 'em in."

	It took bringing in another table, but they settled the six new
arrivals.  Amy was careful about seating Tyrone, making sure he wasn't in
direct contact with any of the other girls.  Between them, they noted the
effort Tyrone had gone to with Carla and Gabby and tuned it a bit, then Amy
reached in and basically shut off Tyrone's powers, with the exception of
those women he was already established with -- including Carla and Gabby and
Cindy and Beverly and the girls' mothers -- well, there was a list.  New
conquests were curtailed, however, until they could get a better handle on
Tyrone -- but of course, he retained his pheromones.

	One important side conversation involved Beverly and Mary Vargas.
"What happened to you?" Beverly asked quietly.

	"I said something to Gina and she asked around and nobody on the team
had set up anything for you guys," Mary murmured back.  "They whipped up
something at the last minute for me and Gina advised me that wherever you
guys were going, the team didn't know about it, so I should hang back.  I'm
glad I did..."

	Beverly looked over at Toby.  "What did you do?"

	"Nothing," Toby lied.  "I never intended to do anything.  Sorry.  I
didn't see any reason to -- we weren't interested in you the way you were.
Did you talk to anyone else about it?"  While he asked, he deliberately made
both Cindy and Beverly's memories fuzzy about that detail.  "Maybe someone
overheard you or something.  How were you contacted?"

	"IM," Cindy replied.

	"Jeez!" Toby rolled his eyes, "EVERYBODY knows your IM!  It could
have been ANYBODY!"

	"Yeah..." Cindy sighed.

	"What's up?" Pete Phifer asked.

	"Okay, this is all between us, right?" Toby leaned forward.  "Look,
Cindy and Beverly weren't just kidnapped.  They thought that we had arranged
an initiation for them, like we did for Gina.  Only..." he shrugged.

	"Yeah, wasn't us," Pete muttered.  "We were all at the after game
party..."  Of course, Pete was right, as far as it went -- Damian and Toby
were the only team members aware of what went on, and Lon and Sally and Randy
actually handled everything.  Bernice knew, too, but again, she wasn't on the
team...  She and Randy were present at the table, but she knew better than to
say or do anything.  Randy squeezed her hand under the table; Bernice decided
that she would lie until her face turned blue to get Randy to continue doing
things like that.  Randy's acceptance was still low-key -- but it was there;
he wasn't advertizing the relationship, but he wasn't hiding it, either.
Given her reputation, Bernice wasn't complaining.

	Tyrone was prepared to accept what he'd heard at face value; he and
Otis had already noted that their contact with the mystery group had been
during football practice.  No, someone else had it in for Cindy and Beverly
-- which wasn't a problem for him; he wasn't going to look a gift horse in
the mouth.  For the future, she was under his wing -- but they'd gotten what
they wanted from her, anyway.

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

	At practice that afternoon, Clint plopped beside Terence and said,
"Have you seen it?"

	"What?"

	"Cindy and Beverly's little video."

	"Parts of it," Terence replied.

	"It was GREAT!  It's EXACTLY what I want for the Bitch!" Clint
hissed.

	Terence eyed his friend in shock -- Clint's tone was positively
venomous!  But then, the Bitch was Clint's underlying problem, wasn't she?
"Talk to Toby.  He knows something, I bet."

	"Yeah, good idea..."

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

	After practice, Clint caught Toby.  "Need to talk to you, Man."  He
eyed Amy in some distrust, so she probed him and put her hand on Toby's arm
when she discovered what was up.  Toby sucked it in and said, "You want our
help."

	'Our' clearly included Amy.  Clint accepted that, and nodded, "Yeah."

	"What is it?"

	"The Cindy and Beverly thing," Clint murmured, "You know things you
aren't saying, right?"

	"Yes," Toby admitted.  Under other circumstances, he might not have,
but Amy was showing him the anger and hatred in Clint -- and the reasons why
it was there.  Sometimes, indifference is even worse than deliberately evil
intent -- and Clint's mother had exposed him to both.  Frankly, she should
never have had custody of Clint -- but that was a situation that it was far
too late to correct.  Justice, on the other hand -- or revenge, at least --
was within the realm of the possible...

	"Can you get in touch with whoever it was that did it?" Clint asked.

	"Let's take a ride..."  Toby waved him into his car.  Amy got in the
back, and they left the parking lot, headed for the clubhouse.  "Tell me
why," he demanded when they were out on the road.  He KNEW why, but he had to
hear it from Clint...

	"My mother -- not that she ever really was one to me.  I call her
'The Bitch.'  She's the most totally useless person on the face of the Earth!
She uses people -- she used ME!  She uses guys -- she strings them along and
gets them to do things for her and give her things -- and she never even
INTENDS to return anything!  She sucks one in and gets him to give her
presents and pay some of the bills, and then she kicks him out and goes
looking for the next sucker...  A guy gave me a bike once -- and as soon as
she put him out, she took it from me and SOLD it!  She's... amoral!  She
probably owes the entire male half of the human race sex -- and I'd LOVE to
see her make a payment on that debt!  She's what they call a grifter, I think
-- she lies, she cheats, she steals -- she goes to the city and tells men
she's this or that and sucks them in and tells them some sad tale about how
she needs money for cancer surgery or whatever is hot this week and MAYBE she
has sex with them, but generally she just strings them along -- then she
takes their money and disappears.  I never know when she's going to be home
-- and when she is it's because she's waiting for the heat to die down after
some rip-off.  Either she's pulling some big con out of town or she's teasing
some poor local guy, making him think that she's interested in him.  Maybe
she's blackmailing a married guy who she sucked in in the first place by
looking hot and coming on to him..."  Clint sucked in a breath, having run
down -- there were tears on his cheeks.  "I want her done.  I want her to
know how all those guys felt.  I want her to be brought so low that she has
to look up to see a snake's belly!  I want..."

	"I get it," Toby said softly.  "Look, Clint, there is more to the
group than you realize.  I'm telling you this, because you should know -- we
haven't asked thus far, but we're going to expect you to help with special
projects like this in the future -- understand?"

	"I think so."

	"Sometimes we get our hands dirty, in a good cause.  Terence -- well,
you know how Terence is -- he's got a conscience.  That's a good thing,
actually, because it helps keep the rest of us honest.  But he's lent a hand,
here and there."

	Toby sighed.  "I'm telling you all this so I can tell you something
else -- we know EXACTLY how this thing with Cindy and Beverly went down
because WE ARRANGED IT!  I can tell you the name of every player, because WE
PUT THEM IN PLACE!  And now, because you asked for it, we're going to do the
same thing for the Bitch -- only worse..."

	"No shit?"  Clint was aghast.  "But the team was all at the party..."

	"We have... additional resources," Amy volunteered from the back
seat, "like Rain Man Hayes, the guy that generally drives the van, and a
couple of other guys who are in the club's inner circle, but not on the
football team.  Some girls, too, for that matter."

	Toby pulled into the clubhouse drive and parked the car.  "Follow
me."  He led Clint in through the side door that led to his office.  "Welcome
to my parlor, said the spider to the fly..."  He waved at his control center.
"Here, have a look at this -- it's the whole Cindy and Beverly Show --
something that won't make the internet..."

	For the next two hours, Clint watched video -- sometimes several
angles simultaneously.  He saw EVERYTHING!  He saw Cindy and Beverly
decorated by Lon and Sally -- and was amazed at how Lon handled his
girlfriend in private.  Clint was able to identify everyone in Tyrone and
Otis' little group of rapists.  And he saw something else...  "How do Tyrone
and Otis do that?"

	"What?"

	"Control girls?"

	"We're not really sure.  We think it is his smell," Amy related,
shading the truth.  "It's some kind of pheromone -- a chemical trigger.  We
noticed it when he started messing with Bernice Higgins."

	"It's... very useful..."

	"Yeah.  He seems to be able to convince women that whatever he says
is how things are," Toby said.  "That might come in handy with The Bitch.
We're going to need a couple of things -- and then we're going to need a guy
her age to use as bait -- but we'll get her for you.  And Tyrone will
probably help.  You need to understand, though -- Tyrone isn't a member of
the club, and he only has a vague idea how he does what he does.  Let us
handle him, okay?"

	"Hey, if this works..." Clint breathed.

	"How long could the Bitch disappear for, do you think?" Toby asked.

	"Almost indefinitely," Clint replied.  "She's gone a lot.  Nobody
knows where to look for her, as a rule -- she likes it that way.  She tends
to take her suckers to other places -- or use their place."

	"Good.  We'll have plenty of time, then..." Toby mused.  "Let's go
out back..."  Toby led Clint to the carriage house.  "Some of the members
like to do kinky things -- I'm sure you know that by now.  The woman who did
the flogging thing a couple of weeks ago is my mother, believe it or not.
We're putting a little dungeon in the basement of the clubhouse for them.
But this is our 'special projects' area.  It isn't where the 'Cindy and
Beverly Show' was videoed, but it's where we'll do the next episode.  There
is an apartment upstairs, and a lot of open floor space here..."  Toby waved
at the expanse of the carriage house.  "Terence likes to work in wood.  The
pillory we had at the old place is over there..." he pointed it out.
"Terence is going to make a better one, now that he knows what mistakes were
made with the first one -- but it is here...  He and Ma hope to make some
kinky dungeon furniture and sell it at alternative lifestyle shows -- but we
could use a tester other than Ma..."

	Clint grinned.  "I like the sound of that.  I'm sure the Bitch would
like to volunteer."

	"Here at the back, down these stairs, is a root cellar..."  Toby led
Clint down.  There was a dirt floor and some shelving -- and a lot of old
bottles and jars.  "It needs cleaning out, and some of the stuff might be
antiques -- the barn next door is an antique store owned by the club.  I was
thinking that it might be the Bitch's new apartment..."

	"I like it!" Clint announced, grinning, "I like it a LOT!"  He turned
to Toby.  "Do you have a plan?"

	"Nothing clear," Toby replied.  "Do you have any limits in mind?"

	"Like what?"

	"Who she can and can't fuck?  How long we keep her?  What gets done
to her?  Frankly, we don't intend to break bones or anything, but I think you
want to see her broken.  We've got a couple of other guys running around who
don't think much of women and would be glad to help.  Maybe eventually, we
can let her out and put her on staff at the clubhouse as a slut or something.
You really need to think about how far you want to go."

	"I dunno," Clint shrugged.  "She probably owes half of the guys in
the known universe."

	"Maybe," Toby nodded, "but can you stand to watch her make payments?
For how long?  What will it do to you?  She owes you, personally -- how do
you want to fix that?"

	Clint shook his head.  "I'm not sure."

	"We can make her the centerpiece of a gang-bang party-- that's easy
-- but it won't change her.  We can go beyond that -- and probably eventually
fix it so that she offers herself to just about anyone who walks in the door
-- and enjoys it.  But is that what you want?  In between, we can punish her
a lot, but there probably ought to be something on the far end -- some place
we're going.  Maybe you even want to get personal about it -- but that could
change YOU!  Anything you help subject her to, you could end up blaming
yourself over."

	"But she deserves it!"

	"And you deserve to get your licks in, too, Man -- but you don't want
to turn into something ugly in the process," Toby pointed out.

	"Something needs doing!" Clint insisted.  "She needs to pay!"

	"How long, do you figure?" Toby asked.

	"Years!"

	"Do you care if, say, the guys come over after school and dick her?
All the time?  ANY of them?"

	Clint thought about it.  "No."

	"What if it's just anybody at all?  Any guy we let in -- any girl,
for that matter?"

	"No."

	"Can you stand to watch?  What about if they know she's your mother?
Some will, you know."

	"At that point, she won't care, right?"

	"She'll enjoy it.  It'll just be her thing.  She'll be fuck meat -- a
sex slave."

	Clint shrugged.  "That's fine.  I wouldn't want it advertized that
she's my mother, but she'll be paying her debt.  Fucking and sucking isn't a
fate worse than death."

	Toby shrugged.  "Well, we can stop at any time, I guess -- but it'll
probably be too late when you realize you aren't happy about something."

	"I'll chance it," Clint declared.

	"Okay, we'll need your help," Toby replied.  "You can start by being
in charge of her new home..." he waved at the root cellar.  "It's gonna be a
little cold and damp, but we want that...  I'll get a wheelbarrow -- you can
toss the bottles and jars in it and take them over to the barn.  If the
ladies there don't want them, there is a dumpster around.  We'll get another
door put in here at the foot of the stairs to kind of help muffle things --
I'll talk to Terence's dad about it.  I'll put in video cameras, so we know
what she's up to all the time.  You probably need to talk to Terence and
Brenda and Bonita -- Terence for help and Brenda so she understands, I think.
Once we have the Bitch, you may want to live upstairs for a while, so you're
on hand to keep an eye on things.  What's the Bitch's name, anyway?"

	"Camilla," Clint said shortly.

	"Okay."  Toby eyed him for a moment.  "Are we good?"

	"Get the wheelbarrow."

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	Meanwhile, Amy called Terence.  "It's been decided that we're going
to punish Clint's mother.  Toby is talking to Clint about it.  It might be
smart if Brenda was down at the clubhouse and talked to him and understood
why."

	"I'll call Nita."

	"He's going to want your support, Terence.  Can you give it to him?
He has a real beef -- it's not just little stuff, his mom is nasty and has
treated him bad all of his life!" Amy explained.

	"Yeah, I get it.  It's why he thought he was gonna be gay.  I can
only go so far, but..."

	"I think he understands that.  What about Brenda?"

	"That's her call."

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

	Terence called Bonita and Bonita called Brenda -- and Toby ultimately
went after Brenda.  "Do you understand what is up, here?" Toby asked Brenda,
in the car on the way to the clubhouse.

	"I think so.  I know that Clint's momma is pretty useless and treats
him like crap..."

	"There is more to it than that," Toby replied.  "She treats men like
crap in general, and she's somewhat of a crook.  Clint wants to see her pay
for what she's done to him and guys in general.  It could get a little wild,
if things go the way we're looking at them going.  What happened to Cindy and
Beverly would be the start point."

	"How far are you looking at?" Brenda asked.

	"End game?  Club slut -- probably live-in.  She would take on all
comers.  We anticipate that after the attitude adjustment, it will be her
mission in life, not a fate worse than death."

	"How would you do that?" Brenda asked.

	"Head games, mostly -- nothing that damages her physically in any
way.  We would want to show her that she's been injuring people and has a
debt to pay.  It might take a while, and Clint will be supervising, so if and
when he decides that we've crossed a line, he can stop it right away.  This
is going to bring out the worst in Clint, initially -- then at some point, I
think he's going to feel guilty about what we did to her, even though she's
apparently done awful things to any number of men -- lied, cheated, stole,
generally treated men like dirt.  She doesn't mess with women -- but she has
no female friends, either.  It's her against the world, or something -- even
Clint is on the outside.  He told me that she roped in a boyfriend once and
the guy gave him a bicycle -- and she put the guy on the street and sold the
bicycle..."

	"Gawd!  That's awful!" Brenda gasped.

	"It's just one incident," Toby replied.  "If it suited her purpose to
take food out of Clint's mouth, it happened, apparently.  She was never a fit
mother to him.  He was alternately a problem to her and a tool she could use
to get more money -- never a son."

	"Poor Clint."

	"He's going to need your support.  You need to understand what is
driving him."  Toby actually projected a few of Clint's memories, with the
edges buffered a bit, while allowing Brenda to think the presentation was her
imagination at work.

	"I can do it," Brenda declared.  "I understand.  She nearly ruined
him for girls, didn't she?"

	"Yeah, you're the only one who ever got her foot in the door," Toby
agreed.

	"Okay.  Just drop me wherever he is.  I've got it."

	"We're not started yet -- just preparing.  I have a feeling that
things will fall into place soon, though," Toby noted.

	"Okay."

	Toby drove back to the carriage house and Brenda got out and walked
inside.  Ten minutes later, she was making certain nothing breakable fell out
of Clint's next wheelbarrow full of old bottles and jars as he pushed it to
the antique store in the barn.

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