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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 24 (M/F) (213 lines)
January 20, 1998

This is about the 32nd section.  Although this is substantially more tame than
many postings on A.S.S.M., the usual disclaimers apply.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book III

Chapter 24

It was Ken's last night at home before the Evans sailed for the Mediterranean
and Kathy had prepared a magnificent dinner for him.  She had been unable to
resist teasing him that morning, "Ken, you're no fair!  I want to fix your
very favorite meal for tonight, and you won't even tell me what it is!

"Sure I will, Hon.  It's your cunt.  Now, browned and sauteed...  Ouch!  Why
did you hit me?  I was just trying to answer your question."

"Kenneth Stark, I hate you!  You're mean and cruel and...  Besides, I think
broiled might be better...  less butter.  But Ken, I don't think I would have
grown another by the time you get back so...  Are you sure?"

He held her and kissed her.  "Kathy, you keep forgetting who you married.
After the Navy food I've been living on for the last fifteen years or so,
everything you make is magnificent.  Remember, Hon, except for the submarine
service, Navy kitchens are magical.  The food that goes in is the best that
money can buy.  Then there's what comes out!  It's inedible, but as I say,
it's magic!"

In the event, Kathy prepared Tournedos Rossini with foie gras and truffles on
artichoke hearts, sauce Périgord.  She had a bottle of Chateau Mouton
Rothschild 1959 that she had put away for such a special occasion.  When Ken
returned home that night from his ship, she had a serious request.  "Honey, I
need a favor."

He looked at her startled.  Ever since they had married, he wanted to buy her
gifts.  She did not eat candy, and after a while, the collection of flowers he
brought her gave the apartment the aura of a funeral home.  Anything in his
power to provide, he would give her.  "Of course, Honey!  Anything.  What is
it you need?"

"Ken, you're going to be gone a long time.  I realized this morning that...
that I don't have your power of attorney.  As your wife, of course, I have
risen in the eyes of the law from having been your mistress.  On the other
hand, I sank a notch on the Navy scale of officer values.  By the way, do you
have a mistress yet?  I've tried to make it difficult for the conniving
females by trying to be sure that your balls are always empty, of course, but
some girls are more ambitious than others."  She grinned, and he grinned back.
"Anyway," she continued, "I prepared a general power of attorney, giving me
full powers to act on your behalf in your absence.  Is that okay?"  She
produced a paper and was amused to see Ken carefully read it from top to
bottom.

He looked up from the paper and smiled, "I hope you notice that the dumb
little kid is trying.  Of course, I don't understand what the damned thing
means, but I *did* read it!  After all, sweetheart, if you can't trust your
lawyer, who can you trust?"  They both thought of Ken's former lawyer, Homer
Knight, who had recently been disbarred.  Ken signed the paper, reached in his
wallet, took out a crisp new dollar bill, and gave it to Kathy.  "Now, about
those 'other valuable considerations'..."

"Honey, I'll get Bob or Jane to sign as a witness.  They both know your
signature and will be happy to.  When you said the bit about trusting your
lawyer, I saw your grimace.  Thinking about our dear friend, Homer Knight?"
Ken nodded.  "Ken, did you hear what that damned judge did with Sylvia?  He
gave the bitch three-to-five and *suspended* it, for chrissakes.  He
apparently bought the line Ed Holmes was trying to sell:  He was the
mastermind, and she was just the hired help!  That woman is evil!  Seeing her
in court made my skin crawl!  Ken, am I being vindictive?  I've never felt
this way about a person before, but I want her locked up!  In fact, to be
honest, what I really want is her dead!"

He looked up, startled at his wife's vehemence.  "Kathy, I feel sorry for that
woman.  I really do!"

Kathy was surprised.  "Why do you say that?  After what she did to you and all
those other officers?  Ken, do you realize most of them lost everything -- and
for good?  We got your stuff back because it had only been signed over a few
days earlier.  Those other poor guys are finished.  Their property is gone for
good.  So why would you ever feel sorry for the bitch!"

"Honey, you made a successful career jailing dangerous criminals.  You
certainly wanted them locked up, but it was a job that needed doing, like
collecting the trash.  The reason I said what I did is that with Sylvia it's
personal.  I don't think it ever was with the others.  You were just sweeping
up the trash.  This is different.  Can I tell you something?  I'm not speaking
now as your husband, the guy who's crazy in love with you, either.  If I were
Sylvia and I knew you were after me, I wouldn't be sleeping well.  You're the
best there is!  And you can be deadly!  That's why I feel sorry for the
bitch!"

"Thank you, said the black widow to her mate," Kathy commented as she took Ken
in her arms and kissed him softly.  "You know, Ken, a black widow got her name
because she's deadly to her mate?"

"I know that," he replied with a grin, "But with you, what a way to die!  By
the way, I love that dress on you.  The color exactly matches your eyes,
doesn't it?"

She smiled and did a deep curtsy.  "Thank you kind sir!"  The smile turned
into a grin.  "And I thought you just liked me bare-assed for easier access to
my bodily openings!"

The dinner was superb.  It was followed by coffee, cognac, and cigars.  They
ate it in the dining room by candlelight.  While they were enjoying their
final sips, Ken sat back and contemplated his wife.  "Do you know what I love
about you?  You do things because you like to.  Kathy, I can't think of a girl
more temperamentally opposed to the screaming libbers, yet you sit there with
a light panatella in your hand.  They would look on it as a great device to
show up men.  You do it because you enjoy it with the cognac.  Am I right?"

She smiled at him warmly.  "Of course.  I do enjoy it.  I think you said it,
Ken.  You need a cigar with the cognac and coffee after a great dinner -- if I
must say so, myself!"  She finished with a note of acid in her voice.

Ken was chagrined.  "I'm sorry!  Kathy, I really am.  It was the finest meal
I've ever eaten.  I apologize for being a slob and not saying so."  He got up,
went over to her and kissed her softly.  For an instant Kathy kept her lips
firm, but then she melted.  When the kiss ended, he was holding her tight
while kneeling on the floor.  "Does that mean I'm forgiven?" Ken said
hopefully.

She smiled warmly.  "Let's just leave the junk and go to bed.  I've got six
months or so to clean up after you leave."  She led the way, and by the time
he reached the bedroom, she was standing nude.  Looking at her, Ken received a
shock.  He went closer and got on his knees in front of her to get a better
look.  There on her hairless mound was red lettering that looked like a rubber
stamp imprint.  It said "Property of Kenneth Stark."  She looked at him with
concern.  "Darling, there's one thing I've learned since we've been together.
Every damned thing in the U.S. Navy is marked, Property of the U.S. Navy.  So
I thought I would extend the idea.  What do you think?"

"I think, 'Only Kathy,' is what I think.  It's permanent stamp ink, isn't it?"
She nodded.  "It's one of the many reasons I love you so much.  Life is never
dull."  He sat on the floor and looked up past her legs, her loins and her
breasts to her face.  "I love you, sweetheart!"

"Are you sure you don't mind?  I knew it would wear off long before you got
back, so I took a chance."

"Actually, darling, I think it's neat!"

"Great!" she said with a grin.  "Now get undressed."

He did, and she kissed him, first softly, then with increasing passion.  When
she released him, his prick was standing at attention.  She noted it and said,
"Great!" and disappeared.  She returned a few moments later.  "Now stand
still!"  She had a stamp pad and a rubber stamp.  As his prick seemed to
soften, she took it in her mouth to make it rigid again.  She withdrew her
mouth and applied the rubber stamp carefully along its length on top.  When
she removed it, there were letters running along its length saying, "Property
of Katherine Stark."  He looked down at himself when she pulled away.  She
patted his flat stomach gently and said, "It's a good thing you're not fat.
If you were, you might not be able to read it.  What do you think?"

Ken started to laugh.  He laughed harder and harder until he could no longer
stand.  In moments, they were on the floor in each other's arms.  He kissed
her softly and held her tight.

"You're not mad?" she asked tentatively.

"No, I'm not mad.  Only my wife would label me to keep me out of the clutches
of the whores in the Med.  Kathy, you know what?  You have utterly ruined me!
I see girls I used to think were the greatest thing since the wheel.  Now I
feel sorry for them, for chrissakes!  They're good enough, I suppose, but
compared to you, it's unfair!  That's what it is!  Unfair!  Why screw around
with silver when there's 24-carat gold at home?"  He kissed her deeply, picked
her up, and carried her to bed.

Their lovemaking that night ran the gamut from unbridled passion to
tenderness.  At one point during the night they were on their backs.  Ken was
holding her holding her close when he whispered, "Kathy?  Did Sandy Castle
visit you while we were out on the shakedown?"

He could feel her nod her head, and heard her answer in a small voice, "Yes.
Why do you ask?"

He pushed up on one elbow to look at her face.  "I knew it!  It had to be!
Kathy Stark strikes again!  You cost me a top-flight executive officer, I want
you to know!"

Kathy sat up and looked at him, alarmed.  "What do you mean?  How?"

"Ever since we got back, Jack Castle, the guy who could be relied on to take
any detail -- no matter how lousy -- that would keep him aboard, has been
going home nights.  He has been walking around with a shit-eating grin, is
why.  I asked him once if there were any problems at home.  All I got from the
lug is that damned grin and the comment, 'My wife has a perfect ass.  It's
just a lovely handful.  She's not as good as Kathy in the chest but she has
great legs -- for a girl, not an accountant!' Kathy!"  He ended on an
accusatory note.

Kathy looked sheepish.  "I'm sorry, Ken.  It was just after your mother left.
I was all set to get in the sauna when I get this call from probably the
person I least wanted to see in the whole world.  Of course, that made me feel
guilty so I asked her to come over.  And... Well... We talked.  That's all,
Ken!  Honest!  We just talked."

He kissed his wife with warmth and deep affection.  "Thanks, Hon, for saving
their marriage.  It was *on* the rocks, not just headed for them, and the ship
was breaking up.  Seriously, when Jack went ashore the day we got back, he was
primed to ask for a divorce.  That idea died in one hell of a hurry.  What did
you do or say?"

"Nothing, really.  Only... Only... I asked her what she did if Jack put his
hand on her ass when she was in the kitchen.  She said she'd slap his face.  I
told her I would hold on to the sink to keep from falling because my knees
always feel weak when you do.  Well, we covered other things, and..."

"...And she's been elected a partner in her accounting firm."  Ken
interjected, "Jack said -- well, he may have been bragging, of course -- after
the first night, she couldn't care less about the firm.  She started wearing
more feminine clothes, was thoughtful to her secretary, and...  Well, anyway,
she was elected.  She was told she was about to be passed over in the
selection but she saved the situation by her changed behavior.  Some of the
other partners were afraid she was acting too masculine.  When Jack told me,
he was laughing like hell.  I nearly forgot.  He loves you, by the way.  Sandy
-- and it's now Sandy, not Sandra -- loves you, too."

He took her again, slowly and deeply.  When they reached their climax, her
legs were around his neck to be sure he was in as deep as he could get.

* * *

The next morning, she drove Ken to the ship for the first time since he got
his own car at Christmas.  He got out with his bags and then kissed her
hungrily.  She felt his crotch and made a small face.  When he asked if
anything was wrong, she tried to grin at him, although he could see her eyes
were fogging with tears.  "Damn it!  I thought I drained you last night!
There still seems to be something there!"  He just held her as she clung to
him.  Finally she said, "Get your ass in gear, Skipper, and get that bucket
underway!"

He smiled and ran for the gangway.  Kathy stood and watched, or tried to.  The
tears still got in the way.  As she stood, she sensed someone had come up
beside her.  It was Sandy Castle.  She tried to focus on the girl's face and
finally did.  The young professional accounting partner looked woebe gone.
"Kathy, it's all your fault!  Whenever Jack sailed before, I looked forward to
getting a lot of work done for my clients.  Now... Now... Now, Kathy, I
*hurt*!  He's barely aboard, and we didn't sleep a wink last night, but...
but...  What will I do?  You were so right!  That first night he was home, he
came in loaded for bear!  I had his favorite drink made, and I was wearing
this outlandish negligee...  He kissed me.  While we were kissing, he put his
hand on my ass expecting to be slapped.  I did what I had always wanted to do.
I melted.  Well, one thing led to another and I was naked on the living room
floor with Jack inside me.  Kathy, it was like heaven!  I never did find out
what he was so mad about.  Do you know?"

Kathy smiled at the girl and said she had no idea.

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