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Chapter 44



      

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	Toby returned to the carriage house less than ten minutes later.  The
group was examining Terence's pillory and talking about other dungeon
furniture.  Ron Parker was amazed.  "I kind of always made due with what was
at hand," he mused.  "I had no idea that there was a market for this stuff."

	"There is a whole community out there," Beth told him.  "Terence
enjoys the woodworking aspect of it and, well, I enjoy using the stuff.
There are shows where we could market to the fetish community and we can sell
from a website -- but first, we need a few things in-house."

	"There is a project coming," Toby noted.  Turning to Ron, he
explained, "We take on the occasional project -- things that need fixing that
most people wouldn't touch.  One of our members had an abusive father -- the
kind of guy who would flip out and beat his wife and kids until they had to
go to the hospital.  We had to rescue them from one of his wild rages and we
ended up dragging him in and trying to reorient him -- but as it turned out,
he was a total psychopath and domestic abuse was only the icing on the cake.
He's either in jail or the funny farm right now -- we ended up setting him up
to get caught doing a whole laundry list of illegal stuff.  We didn't falsify
anything -- we just made what was there visible; he'd been embezzling and
committing fraud for years."

	Addressing the others, Toby went on, "Clint has been asking us to do
something about his mother -- who he refers to as 'the Bitch' -- for quite
some time.  For a history, she's never been a decent mother to Clint and
nearly soured him on women in general.  She's a thief and a con artist and
she uses her looks and sex to lure guys into situations where she can steal
from them."  He turned to Ron, "You would probably hate this woman on sight
-- so I'm thinking you might like to participate -- even manage the project."

	Ron eyed him.  "Why me, exactly?"

	"She's everything you hate about women.  She's a liar, a cheat, and a
thief.  She betrays men on a daily basis for her own entertainment and
financial gain.  She's a TERRIBLE mother -- she literally took the food right
out of Clint's mouth on a regular basis..." Toby replied.

	"What else?" Ron asked.

	"By the time you're done with her, maybe your anger against every
other woman will have cooled some," Toby replied, eyeing him closely.

	"So it's a two for one sale," Ron grunted.

	"It's using the right tool to do the job," Toby replied.  "We can't
let Clint run this, because sooner or later, he'll remember that she's his
mother, after all.  We don't want to saddle him with guilt, so he needs to
hang out on the edges -- but the job DOES need doing."

	"What are we talking about?" Ron asked.

	"What's been discussed might seem a little extreme, but she's been
preying on men all of Clint's life -- and probably for some time before that.
Clint thinks he wants to see her broken, totally -- turned into a sex slave
-- maybe put on staff here, afterwards, as everybody's party girl.  Clint
seems to think she owes the whole male half of the human race sex, at the
very least.  Giving her to a pimp to use as a low-end hooker might work, too
-- he's been heard to say similar.  Basically, he wants her to pay -- not
just him, but everybody she ever screwed over -- and that's a long list."

	Ron nodded, musing.  "You just can't take her out of circulation
totally, can you?  She's got a job, right?"

	"Actually, we can," Toby replied.  "She DOESN'T have a job.  She
supports herself, and to a much lesser extent Clint, on the proceeds of her
various scams.  She has no visible income and Clint apparently eats off the
welfare system while she does as she pleases.  If and when she does work,
it's probably under an alias."  Toby and Amy had collected their information
directly from Clint's mind, and it was extensive.  "Right now, Clint says
she's hiding out after pulling some scam in a nearby city -- and as a result,
she's doing her thing in the bars in town -- or maybe the next town over or
something."

	"What does she do?" Ron asked.

	"I can put you with Clint for details, but I guess she has some
standard scams -- she meets guys in bars and leads them on but doesn't give
up anything, then she calls them with some tale like she's being kicked out
of her apartment or whatever and needs money.  Or she'll hit on a married guy
and blackmail him -- that kind of thing," Toby explained.

	"So if we put some kind of lure in the water, we might get her to
walk right into the trap," Ron mused, "which would serve her right!"

	"Yeah," Toby agreed.  "Probably not you, but maybe Robert."

	"What do we do with her?" Ron asked.

	"We're thinking the root cellar," Toby replied.  "Let me show you.
Fred, we need you to help us make the place nice and secure and quiet..."  He
led the others off to examine the 'holding cell.'

	After looking around and talking to people for a few minutes, Ron
declared, "I'm interested.  What's next?"

	"You'll probably want to talk to Clint and make a plan," Toby
replied.  "Ma is a pretty good training resource.  We can bring in guys to
help abuse her.  We're not looking at breaking bones or ripping out
fingernails or anything -- the adjustments should be mostly between her
ears."

	Ron nodded.  "What about stuff that doesn't do any permanent damage,
but would get her attention?"

	"Such as?" Toby asked.

	"Nipple piercings without anaesthetic?"

	Terence turned a little gray.  "I think I'm gone..."

	"Go on, Sweetie," Beth waved him off.  "Get us some wood, okay?  I
want to start on that St. Andrew's cross!"  Then she turned to the others.
"Titties are called 'fun bags' in the fetish community -- you can do a lot --
and make it VERY painful -- without actually permanently damaging anything.
For instance, you can nail them to a board..."

	Ron eyed her with new respect.  "THAT's an idea!"

	"We can brainstorm," she told Ron.  "I have a pretty good idea what
looks awful but isn't permanent and I'm a nurse -- and Robert, here, is a
doctor.  We can probably find plenty of incentives for perfect behavior."

	"Okay, guys, I need to go," Toby declared.  "Talk among yourselves
about what you want to see down there, and then please go over to the house
and make a plan for the dungeon down there.  I'll probably be in my office."

	Ron watched him leave.  "He's just a kid, right?"

	Beth sighed.  "Well, he is and he isn't.  If you want to point at one
person and say 'he started the club' it would be Toby or Lon -- probably
Toby, because Lon came up with the concept, but Toby made it work."

	"You learn to let him run shit," Fred added.  "He gets things done,
him and that girl Amy.  I ain't never met that Lon guy -- only Toby."  Beth
looked away and said nothing.

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	In the 'massage parlor,' the 'happy endings'  didn't all occur at the
same moment.  Noreen and Chuck finished first, not that Noreen had any
complaints.  Chuck lasted plenty long enough for Noreen to enjoy herself
thoroughly, and she was happy to allow him his rest afterward.

	Iris' antics actually interfered with Rick's efforts, which
lengthened his time in the saddle considerably -- but she was loudly and
profusely appreciative, so Rick was well-pleased with his efforts when he
finally erupted in her chubby pussy.

	Damian's big finish in Arlene was tucked between the other two;
Noreen and Chuck were done, but Iris was still noisily enjoying Rick's
efforts when Damian leaned down next to Arlene's right ear and announced
quietly, "I'm gonna breed you now, Slut.  I'm gonna fill you with little
black babymakers!"  Then he bashed her pussy hard for several strokes before
burying himself deep and pouring semen into her quaking cunt.

	Given Arlene's state of mind, this was an event that bordered on the
mythical -- and Damian's eruption inside her triggered a massive orgasm!
Damian watched her eyeballs roll up in her head and her pussy pulsed and
clutched, milking him while she clung to him tightly.  "Damn, you've got the
bug BAD!" Damian muttered.  "Well, no problem -- we're gonna hook you up!"

	When Arlene recovered her senses, she still wasn't in what you might
call her right mind.  She looked up at Damian with adoration, totally
immersed in the moment and the fantasy.  So she didn't argue when Damian
backed off her and tugged her hand, saying, "Come on, Party Slut -- we're
gonna find you a party!"

	She also wasn't prepared for what happened next!  Damian led her
across the hall to a room the same size as the library and directly above it
where Randy, Pete Phifer, Alonzo and Isaiah Morse were lounging, waiting for
their arrival.  Damian led her inside and she had only a fleeting moment to
take in the tableaux before Damian hurled her to her knees at the feet of
Isaiah Morse.

	Arlene looked up and froze -- the guy was HUGE!  She looked back over
her shoulder, wide-eyed, just as Damian announced, "This one has a thing for
black dick -- so everybody get you some!"

	"Heh!  Ain't it lucky for you I can sit down right here!" Isaiah
announced, settling onto the couch and pulling Arlene to him using a big paw
at the back of her head.  "Give us a suck, white meat!"

	Arlene's mouth was hanging open, so it wasn't hard to hit.  Suddenly,
Arlene was struggling to handle a cock the size of a hard salami!  She
started to freak, but Damian came up beside her and squatted and said, "Come
on -- you KNOW you want it!  Look around -- we've got dick for you by the
yard!  Get up on your hands and knees and someone will stick a nice, long,
black dick in you while you suck that monster.  It's just like a fairy tale
ain't it?  We'll all breed you and when the time comes nobody will know whose
little nappy-headed bastard will pop out of that pussy of yours..."

	Isaiah let go a guffaw -- where did Damian get that shit, anyway?
But Arlene assumed that he was in agreement...

	Damian crooked a finger at Alonzo while Arlene more or less numbly
got to her hands and knees.  "Pop your dick in that.  It's good shit -- she's
real quiet, but intense.  Long-stroke her until she gets all pink and starts
to shake."  Alonzo knelt up behind her and for the first time ever she had
two cocks to service -- two BLACK cocks!  The guy behind her slid his cock
into her pussy and things got a little fuzzy for Arlene while she dealt with
it -- this was just like one of those porn flicks where some white woman gets
gang-banged by a bunch of black guys -- only this time, it was HER -- and it
was REAL LIFE!!  The guy she was sucking brought her back by pulling her head
toward him, shoving his cock deep, and rumbling, "Come on, Honey -- SUCK!"

	After that, things got a little wild and crazy -- and kaleidoscopic.
The guy fucking her from behind knew what he was doing and her original black
lover kept playing with her nipples and she kept losing control of what she
was doing; once the shock slipped away, it was all about pleasure and sex and
she started having regular orgasms.  When that guy finished in her, the
hulking bear she'd been trying to suck picked her up and sat her on his cock
and helped her pump up and down on it for several minutes and several orgasms
before HE let go inside her.  Then a third black guy spread her on her back
on the floor and slid between her legs and fucked and fucked and fucked and
somebody turned her head to her right and fucked her face with ANOTHER black
cock!

	She was exhausted by then, but someone wanted more so he rolled her
up on her knees and dribbled lubricant on her ass and used his fingers on her
asshole like Daddy used to -- and when he had two going good, he stuck his
cock in there like Daddy used to, too!  It hurt, but it hurt good, just like
the bad old days, and Arlene managed two more orgasms!

	And it seemed like there was always a cock in her face to be sucked
and somebody climbed under her and stuck his cock in her pussy while somebody
else put his in her ass and the big guy stuck his in her mouth again and they
laughed about her being airtight...

	She became exhausted, and things were a blur until finally there was
nothing but another cock in her face -- a white one -- and she looked up
blearily and Robert was standing there, looking down at her saying, "Oh, no
you don't!  Suck!  You owe me and I intend to get mine!"

	Arlene thought, 'This is gonna be bad!' but she was exhausted,
physically, mentally, and emotionally, so it was like she saw the whole thing
from behind glass, looking through a window.  Robert fucked her face -- he
wasn't gentle -- but she didn't have it in her to protest.  Then he rolled
her on her back and pushed her knees up -- but he stuck his cock in her ass
instead of her pussy -- and that was all right, too.  She wanted to orgasm
for him, but she didn't have it in her.  He fucked her ass raw, looking
angry, and unloaded his seed on top of all those other loads and then said,
"So, did you have fun?"  And she looked at him blankly, unable to think of a
thing to say...

	"She's toast," Toby said, touching Robert's shoulder.  "You can't
have it out with her right now because there is nobody there.  It's going to
have to wait for several hours, at least."

	"Yeah, okay," Robert replied.  "Now what?"

	"Clean her up and put her to bed would be my recommendation," Toby
replied.

	"Yeah, good idea -- maybe pop her in the Jacuzzi," Robert mused.

	"We've got plenty of rooms -- you two can stay the night," Toby
offered.

	"Okay.  Give me a hand?"

	"Sure."

	Arlene was virtually an automaton.  She could walk and stand on her
own but had no will to go anywhere.  They led her to the showers and got her
cleaned up and then led her downstairs and popped her into the Jacuzzi.

	"So how mad at her are you?" Toby asked.

	"It shows?" Robert asked.

	"Some."

	"I think just mad enough that I'll be convincing when I rip her a new
asshole."

	Toby nodded.  "That's probably okay, then."

	"Will she want to do it again?"

	Toby pursed his lips.  "Like that?  Probably not.  But then, you want
to get yours, don't you?  Are you going to make her stop if you don't?"

	Robert grunted.  "No.  What about white guys?"

	"Yeah, she'll do white guys."  Toby was confident.  "And there will
be opportunities.  This is a swing club, more or less.  You should be able to
swing with any color you like.  I asked Damian to come by early to help you
put her back on the tracks by telling her she's not wanted."

	"That'll work."

	"What made you decide to take her anally?" Toby asked.

	"I was pissed."

	"It might actually cause a link between you and her father -- which
could be good and could be bad."

	"What should I do about him?" Robert wondered aloud.

	"You might want to have a nice, quiet talk with him.  I bet he's had
sex with Arlene since you've been married, for instance.  You might want to
let him know that you know..."

	"But I don't."

	"You will."

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	Arlene couldn't move.  The bubbles felt wonderful, but she didn't
seem to have any control over her arms and legs -- they were too tired to
move.  She was sore in all kinds of places, it seemed like.  The evening had
been wonderful and terrifying and intense and amazing and scary.  It had been
both more and less than she had ever dreamed it would be -- and she still
wasn't sure how it happened...

	And Robert was mad.  And she had no defense -- none!  And she was too
exhausted to even try...

	Robert came and got her out of the tub and helped her dry off and led
her to a bedroom and put her to bed -- in silence, leaving her to wonder
whether he expected her to stay here and not return to their home after what
she'd done.  She wanted to worry about it, but sleep claimed her...

	Robert went back and showered and cleaned himself up.  Tabitha and a
girl named Janice and her mother came in, gabbling about dresses and such,
and Tabitha looked an invitation at him, but no, not tonight...  Candace set
him up in the library and he sat and watched TV and cooled down and relaxed.
Toby came in and they had a long talk about the events in Arlene's past that
triggered her behavior.  Amy was along, but wasn't seen -- she was masked, as
they'd masked Toby once from Abigail.  Amy allowed Toby to impart what they'd
learned of Arlene's situation directly, authoritatively, and with Candace
present; in the end, both Candace and Robert believed that Candace had made
the presentation.  Candace was conditioned to believe that she'd hypnotized
Arlene -- but she was also conditioned to brush the whole thing off without
thought if presented with it -- and Robert was conditioned neither to reveal
his source nor come back to Candace for further guidance, but rather take his
direction from Amy and Toby.

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	Toby left Robert and headed in to check on their OTHER project --
Noreen.  Candace had kept an eye on the women while the other things went
down -- while Toby kept an eye on Arlene, in particular.  Now that the uproar
was over, most of the boys involved in Arlene's little party and the massage
incident were gone -- but Bobby Beckwith was around, so Toby gathered him up
and headed for the lounge where Candace had parked Noreen and Iris with cold
drinks and television.  "Hey, how about a dip in the Jacuzzi?" Toby announced
himself.

	Both women flinched -- they were still nude.  But he and Bobby were,
too.

	"Oh, I don't -- WOW!" Noreen's eyes popped as she took in his
erection.

	"Yeah, that, too," Toby grinned.

	"Since you put it THAT way..." Iris simpered.  "Come on, Noreen --
we're here, we might as well enjoy ourselves!"  She smiled at Bobby, who
smiled back.

	The boys didn't even pretend to reluctance; both Iris and Noreen
ended up sitting in the hot tub between the thighs of a young male who spent
his time mauling breasts.  "So the purpose of the club is really sex?" Noreen
asked.

	Toby, who had her in front of him, replied, "Yes.  The original
purpose of the club was for guys my age to have sex with women your age.  In
fact, I'm an original member; the club started when three of us made a pact
that each of us would either look the other way or actively assist while the
other two took a run at his mother.  Mine and Lon's were divorced, and Rick's
was a young widow and we ALL were suffering, so..."

	"It worked," Noreen guessed.

	"Like gangbusters, actually," Toby agreed, "but then things got
complicated.  The idea was to avoid incest, and thus far, we've managed that,
I think.  Once we were all getting regular sex, we got confident, and girls
our age noticed and we ended up with girlfriends.  In the process, we had
some issues with security and ended up having to invite new members.  The
security breach led us to start collecting blackmail material to ensure the
silence of members.  I, um, should probably tell you at this point, Noreen,
that we took video of you having sex with a young guy on the massage table.
That was your initiation -- you're now a full member."

	"Ugh," Noreen grunted.  "There is a video of me and that boy?"

	"There is," Toby confirmed.  "But it is ONLY for use in maintaining
security -- we hide these things VERY well and encrypt them -- it won't
surface.  You can view it if you like, but I don't think it would be smart
for you to have a copy."

	Noreen thought about getting upset, but it didn't seem worth it --
partially because Toby nudged her a bit and let her outrage bleed off.  "So
now what?"

	"Now you have access to a surprising number of guys -- from my age
upwards -- to be handled as anonymously as you want," Toby supplied.  "Girls,
too, if you're interested -- and maybe other things," he added, knowing it
wasn't anything she would even have thought of -- not because she was
homophobic, but just because she liked men and it would never have occurred
to her.  "We have a small fetish community, too."

	"Uh huh," Noreen mused.  "For now, I think I'll stick to guys."

	"There should be plenty," Toby noted, "if you don't have anyone in
particular in mind."  That little nudge, predictably, popped up a picture of
Harmon Thornton.

	"Well, since we're here," Iris erupted, "I want to take advantage of
the situation.  Again."  She had a hand behind her, clearly jacking Bobby's
erection.

	"Well, that's fine," Noreen replied.  "Maybe you'd like some privacy?
I know I would."

	"Turn right when you get back upstairs," Toby directed.  "Go ahead
and take any room on the south side that is open."

	Iris got up, still holding Bobby's cock.  "Come on, Honey, let's take
care of this."  Bobby nodded, grinning, and grabbed towels from them both as
he rose.  Iris let go when she had to, but grabbed Bobby's cock again to lead
him up the stairs.

	"Iris is something," Noreen mused.

	"She needs a boyfriend -- maybe two," Toby agreed.  "She's needy."

	The unspoken question hung there for a moment before Noreen made
shift to answer it.  "I'm not THAT needy, but..."

	"With them gone, we have this place to ourselves," Toby told her,
sliding his hand between her legs.  Noreen looked at him in surprise, but did
nothing about it, deciding instead to settle back and enjoy his fingering.
After a few minutes, when she had a good pant going, Toby suggested, "Why
don't you stand up and lean on the edge?"

	"Okay."  Noreen's voice sounded congested.  She got up and draped her
elbows on the edge of the hot tub and Toby stood behind her.  She felt a
little odd about just casually deciding to have sex, but it had been so long
and it was out there and Toby's cock was impressive and... did she need more
reasons?  'Hey, I'm thirty-seven -- it's time I cut loose a little, maybe.
Donna's doing this...'  Then Toby's cock slid home in her and she needed no
more reasons!  "OMIGAWD!"

	Noreen was impressed!  Young Toby acted much older that his apparent
eighteen and he was clearly experienced and VERY well equipped!  He didn't go
nuts, but wasn't lazy -- his strokes were perfectly timed to be urgent
without going overboard.  Noreen surrendered herself to the pleasure, working
with him, meeting him and adjusting herself in ways that gave them both
pleasure without thinking about it.

	'She's a natural,' Toby thought.  'It's a shame that she put it all
away for so long -- such a waste...'  He tuned himself to her as he started
staggering his strokes.

	'Mmmmm, Harmon does that...' he caught Noreen thinking.  'I love it!'
She tightened her inner muscles in time to Toby's withdrawals from the deeper
strokes, improving the sensations for them both.

	Toby changed up several times, and each time, Noreen adapted,
apparently instinctively -- even in mid-orgasm!  'She's a sex machine!' Toby
realized.  'If Donna is anywhere close, no wonder Mac is happy!'  But
Harmon's name kept coming to the forefront of Noreen's thoughts...  Toby got
it, actually.  Harmon was adept and practiced and undoubtedly capable of
'kicking it up a notch' -- making things absolutely perfect.  Well, that was
fine...  Toby relaxed his control and worked to secure his own completion --
something that Noreen's almost instinctive assistance made easy -- and
unloaded in her vagina in long spurts while she held herself still for him,
resting on the tub edge.

	When they were done, Toby gently pulled her back by her wide hips and
they settled into the water to relax.  Noreen was well-pleased; she'd had sex
twice and both times had been better than merely good and she was satiated.
Candace was right -- young guys were the bomb!  She owed Iris -- without
Iris' help, she'd have suffered from withdrawal and probably ultimately put
the whole thing away again -- or maybe embarrassed herself chasing Harmon
shamelessly, which would drive him away.  Noreen still felt that Harmon was
her mate -- but he was skittish, so she needed patience.  And to be patient,
she needed other sources of supply for her sexual needs.  There was no
emotional contact with Toby or the other boy, for instance, and if and when
Harmon came around, they wouldn't complicate the situation by appearing to be
competition -- but they were athletic and excellent lovers...

	This musing led to shock when young Toby queried, "So, tell me about
Harmon Thornton..."

	"Wh-what?" Noreen gasped.

	"I hear Mac's father paid you a visit -- and it seemed to go very
well -- but he won't come back..."

	"Who told you that?"

	"Mac -- and Donna.  I'm interested in your perspective."  Toby smiled
crookedly.

Author: Thinking Horndog
Title: The Pact:  Episode 5 -- The Clubhouse
Part: 44 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: m+F ir MF D/s blackmail

Chapter 44

	"Well...  Stop me if I bore you..." Noreen began.  "Harmon knocked on
my door late on Friday night a couple of weeks ago.  He was smooth -- like
Teflon.  He had apparently decided that he was going to have sex with me,
sight unseen, based upon a run-in with Donna -- did she tell you about that?"

	"Hmmm.  They may have glossed over it..." Toby invited her to
continue.

	"Harmon is apparently a Ladies Man from way back -- he certainly has
the technique, anyway.  Apparently, he happened upon Mac and Donna and
another couple having sex at his house and managed not to be detected.  Mac
left to take the other couple home, leaving Donna there, naked, and Harmon
approached her without any warning and very nearly had sex with her!"

	"What do you think of that?" Toby asked.

	"Well..."  Noreen thought about it.  "It sounds kind of amoral, but
apparently Mac got his sexual education from Harmon's cast-offs, so Harmon
thought he was entitled.  Mac apparently told him 'Not this time' and MY name
came up..."

	"Why do you think that was?" Toby asked.

	"Mac seems to think it has something to do with something Harmon saw
while Mac and Donna were having sex.  He says that before that, Harmon
wouldn't have been caught dead with a woman with my ass...  Donna says he
asked her what I looked like, and when she said she looked like me -- or
vice-versa -- apparently, that lit the fuse."

	"Go on," Toby invited.

	"So he showed up just as I was getting ready for bed and I was half-
dressed and he schmoozed his way in the door and the next thing I knew he was
being sweetly reasonable while using eight tentacles to feel me up just
EVERYWHERE!  I, well, I hadn't had sex in a LOOONG time and hadn't ever
learned how to fight off anybody that persistent, anyway, so he just rolled
right over my defenses -- and the next thing I knew we were having sex on the
couch!"

	"Sound fast," Toby opined.

	"It WAS!  I bet it took less than five minutes!  It's embarrassing to
admit it, but he's GOOD!  He delivered on the promise, too -- it was
INCREDIBLE!"  Noreen stopped.  "Why am I telling you this?"

	"I asked..."  Toby released the inhibition that had stopped her, and
the flood resumed.

	"We were like a couple of teenagers -- and just as thoughtless!  I
wasn't on birth control -- I didn't seem to need it -- and Harmon, although
everyone tells me he knows better, didn't stop for rubbers -- and neither of
us seemed to care at all, despite the fact that I now know that we BOTH had
good reason to have better sense..."  Toby cocked his head, pretending not to
understand, and Noreen forged on, "Donna was an accident.  I had unprotected
sex and was left with a baby.  Harmon apparently did the same thing, and the
mother was mentally unstable or something and he ended up with custody of
Mac.  So there we were, both of us having done eighteen years' worth of
penance for being stupid about birth control -- and we were being stupid
again!  It wasn't just the first time, either!  I said some stupid thing
about the damage having been done and we had sex three more times that night
and the next morning -- and we didn't bother those times, either!  But it was
stupendous and we seemed to fit together, hand in glove, and a rubber seemed
to be an imposition..."  Noreen stared off into space for a bit, then shook
herself.  "From what I hear, Harmon has decided I'm God's way of punishing
him for sleeping with however many hundred women he's dated over the years,
and that I'm out to entrap him by getting pregnant."

	"Are you?" Toby asked, smiling.

	"Not consciously," Noreen replied.  "But I can't account for my
stupidity any more than he can for his."

	"Are you done having kids?" Toby asked.

	"I should be..." Noreen stared off into space.

	Toby eyed her.  "Maybe he isn't, either.  Maybe it's time you did it
all the normal way."

	"Oh, sure!  YOU tell HIM that!"

	"Are you worried about his womanizing?" Toby asked.

	Noreen looked back at him her gaze confident.  "No.  Mac says no
woman ever stuck to Harmon for over four or five dates, anyway.  I don't
think I'd mind as long as he came home to me -- and he would."

	"What about you?  What do you figure YOUR chances are?"

	"As scared as Harmon is?"  Noreen grinned.  "Good.  REAL good!  I
think there is something to the whole thing.  I think we're just perfect and
I think Harmon knows it instinctively -- and he's scared to death!"

	"What do you want to do about it?" Toby asked.

	"I want to get on with it, one way or the other," Noreen replied.
"If it doesn't work, we can try and fail and get it over with and move on --
and if it DOES work, well, we're not getting any younger.  I don't want us to
hide from each other for a couple of years while neither of us can move
forward, one way or the other."

	Toby nodded.  "Actually, Mac says his father is having the same
problem.  Harmon is going out -- and not coming home with anyone, even though
he COULD be.  As a result, he's living in frustration."

	"Why isn't he...?"

	"Because he's looking for something in particular..." Toby grinned.

	"Oboy..."  Noreen covered a giggle.

	"Exactly."  Toby sat back and watched the bubbles for a bit.  "What
if we had a way of putting Harmon out of his misery?"

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