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CAMP - Ron's Journey

Part 3: Field Agent Ron Chaffey

by WhiteStar



Chapter 4: New Friends, Old Friends, and Trouble on the Horizon



	The next few days were more hectic than Ron would have preferred for
his Christmas holiday.  The next day, Social Services showed up to claim
the girl.

	"Hello, my name is Heidi Gallagher.  I am here to pick up little
Karen."

	"Please, come in.  Karen is with Ron in the living room."  Sandra led
her in, and introduced her.  Sandra sat down in a chair, but Ms.
Gallagher seemed to be in a hurry.

	"Come, Karen.  We need to go."  Karen, startled, backed up behind Ron,
who had risen upon Heidi's entrance.  "Come now, we have no time for
this."

	"Ms. Gallagher," Ron interjected, "You have all the manners of a
barbarian, and no interpersonal skills at all."  Ron was re-reading some
of his psychology, and had picked up quite a bit of the lingo.

	"Excuse me, young man, but I am a very busy woman.  I don't have time
for this childish nonsense."  She huffed.

	"But, ma'am, she *is* a child.  And it isn't nonsense to her.  She's
terrified of you."  Ron replied reasonably.

	"I won't go with her!"  Karen screamed.

	"Oh, you don't have a choice, young lady."

	"Yes, she does."  Karen moved in what would have been an agressive
motion, but Ron stopped her.  'Let me handle this.  I will protect
you.'  Karen nodded.  Ron turned to the woman.  "What would you do with
her?  Stick her in an orphanage?"

	"That is where she belongs."  Heidi snapped.

	"No, I don't think so."  Ron engaged the woman's eyes.  "You will draw
up and bring back here the papers to put her in our custody.  You will
handle any necessary court details."  Ron released her, and, without a
word, she left.  Ron turned to Karen, who nearly strangled him with a
hug.

	"Thank you!"

	"Honey?  I know we've got the room and all, but do we really want to
take on another person?"  Sandra asked.

	"It's our duty, Mom.  We don't have a choice.  I interfered with the
police, so that makes her my responsibility.  If I wasn't going to make
sure she was okay, I never should have stepped in to begin with."  This
sounded reasonable enough to everyone, and the matter was dropped.



	Over the next few days, a small army of people came to interview the
family in the house.  Ron had to make adjustments to just about
everyone, but, in the end, the paperwork was signed and filed.  Karen
Pritchart, newly orphaned, was now a ward of the Chaffey extended
family.  Ron had just one more issue to handle.



	Mike showed up on January 3.

	"You said you had a minor emergency, Ron.  I can't imagine much that
you couldn't handle alone."  Then they entered the living room, where
Karen was sitting.  "Oh.  Hello, I don't think we've met."  Mike
introduced himself, and Karen nodded sheepishly.  "So, what's up?"

	Ron answered, "Well, it's Karen here.  She's a psionic."

	"Oh?  New to the area?"

	"No, she's been living in the house across the street for the past four
years now."

	"Curious.  I'll have to check and see who surveyed this area last.  So,
I guess we'll need to sign her up for CAMP, hmm?"

	"Well, that is up to her.  I have only vaguely discussed it with her,
since I'm not cleared for recruitment procedures.  I'll leave you two to
it, I've got something to look after."  Ron went to leave the room, and
as he did so, noticed the worry on Karen's face.  "Don't worry, I'm not
leaving.  I'll be in the kitchen, or upstairs.  I'll be back before he
leaves.  He won't bite.  Much."  He said the last with a grin, and at
least got a small one in return.

	After checking in on family members, handling some personal things that
others couldn't do for him, and getting himself something to eat, he
re-entered the living room.

	"No."

	"So, you don't want to be a member of CAMP?"

	"That's not what I said."

	Mike threw up his hands in exasperation.

	"What's up?" Ron asked.

	"She won't go to CAMP, but she won't refuse membership, either.  We've
never had anyone this... stubborn."

	'What's the problem, Karen?'

	'I don't trust him, or the guys he's talking about.'







	'But, Karen, I *am* one of the guys he's talking about.'

	'You're different.  You saved me.  Why can't you teach me?'

	"No."

	"What?"  Mike, not being the rude type, hadn't been following along on
the mental conversation that just went on.

	"Why not?"  Karen wanted to know.

	"I'm not qualified."

	"You're teaching Michelle."  She had stopped by a couple of days ago,
and so the three had a little get-together of the minds.

	"Karen, I'm teaching Michelle like, really basic stuff.  I can't teach
the big, important stuff."

	"Why not?"  This was from Mike, who had finally caught on, and couldn't
resist a perfect opportunity to get Ron involved in something he was
perfectly suited for, but would resist strongly.

	"C'mon, Mike!  I'm still learning this stuff myself.  I'm no teacher."

	"We're all still learning, kiddo.  And you're as good as any instructor
we've got at CAMP.  If she's willing to learn at your hand, that's just
fine by us.  Just use the handbook."

	Karen was satisfied.  Mike was satisfied.  Ron was terrified.

	"What if I screw up?"

	"What if you do?  We all do, sooner or later.  It's just like teaching
any other subject.  The really important stuff, you won't slip up on. 
The rest, if you don't explain it right, well, it just won't work,
that's all.  Then you can explain it again, and then maybe you'll get it
right."

	"Ron?  Please?"  Karen was pleading with him.  She was 12, and she was
really good at pleading.  Ron had been good at pleading at that age,
too.  He *hated* it when girls pleaded with him, because he could never
say no.

	"Oh, okay.  But I'm gonna regret this."

	"Nah.  No worries, Ron.  Okay, if we can just get her parents to sign
these forms....then...we........what?"  Ron and Karen were looking at
him with one of those expressions.

	"She doesn't have any parents."

	"What happened to them?"

	"Well, let's say they took an early departure into the hereafter."

	"I killed them!"  Karen was rather more direct.  Mike just sat,
stunned.  "Ron?"  He was looking for an explanation.  Ron took pity on
him.

	"Her parents were abusive, and so she finally took matters into her own
hands.  Probably what awakened The Ability so early.  The police were,
shall we say, more interested in closing the case than her safety, and
so I had to come to her defense."

	"I see.  Well, then, who is guardian?"

	"My mother, officially."

	"In other words, you."

	"You could say that."

	"Sign here."  Mike indicated all the places.  It wasn't legally
binding, as such, because Ron was underage.  However, CAMP rules forbade
allowing the follower of a member to sign binding forms.  "Well, that
takes care of that.  What about her schooling?"

	"She goes to the junior high.  She will continue to do so."

	"Very good.  No problem there.  Good day, and good luck to you both." 
With that, Mike trotted off to his car.

	"Thank you."

	"I'm going to regret this..." Ron knew he wasn't going to like this
arrangement.  He was wrong.



	Weeks went by, and Karen's skills started to improve.  As did both her
appearance, and her confidence.  They had taken her shopping to get her
new clothes, and had gotten her all those nice things that girls like. 
Ron did not accompany them on that trip:  he couldn't bear the thought
of watching women wading through clothing.  But, she put on a fashion
show of sorts when they got back, and he couldn't say he disapproved of
their tastes.

	Finally, in mid-February, *The Day* arrived.  It was time for Dawn to
lose a little weight, and Ron and Sandra took her to the hospital.  It
wasn't a long labor, only about 45 minutes or so.  Amazingly easy for a
first, his mother said.

	Ron and his Mom stepped in after the birth to see them both.  It was a
brand new baby boy.  His eyes were a startling blue: he realized that
they were the color of Kumiko's eyes.  Most babies are born with blue
eyes, of course, but Kumiko apparently had never lost that brilliance in
hers.

	"Ron?  We never talked about what to name him."  Ron thought for a
second.

	"What would you like to name him?"  He asked.

	"I don't know.  Mom?"

	"I really hadn't thought about it, Dawn.  I assumed you two had
discussed it."

	They hadn't, but Ron came up with a name quickly.  "Nathan Conrad."

	"That's pretty.  Why those two, Ron?"  Dawn inquired.

	"That names him after each of our grandfathers."

	"Oh.  I didn't know what Grandpa Miller's name was.  Nathan Conrad
Chaffey."  And so, a new life emerged into the world. 

	'I wonder if he'll have my gift?  Better for him if he doesn't.  It
puts an awful lot of responsibility on you.'  Ron didn't know the half
of it, yet.



	One of Ron's jobs, as field agent, was to routinely scan the latents in
his area, to see if any were ready for contact by Mr. McGavin.  He had
yet to find one, but he really didn't expect them to be springing up
like they were already.

	He was on the trail of one now.  He was a 19 year old college student. 
Ron looked older than his age, but there was no way he was passing for a
college student.  He meandered about campus, trying to look
inconspicuous, and working to locate his target.  He thought he'd found
him, when a little trouble arose.

	"Get off our campus, kid."  This was some jock.  'Probably here on a
football sholarship.'  He was big, mean, and ugly.

	"What?"

	"I said get off our campus.  No squirts or pipsqueaks allowed."

	Just then, a clean-cut boy with black hair walked up.  He was 5'6"
tall, thin, not muscular, pretty much a bookworm type.  "What's up,
Bruce?"

	"Stay out of this, dickweed.  I'm gonna pound this little dude."

	Just then, Bruce found himself lying on his back.  'Huh?  Wait, I
didn't do anything...'  He realized that Bruce must have been knocked
down by the other guy.

	Ron did a very quick scan.  'Okay, this is my target.  Right name,
address, there's the Ability Sphere, and it's ready for contact.'  Ron
mumbled a "Thanks," and quickly got out of there.

	'Geez.  What is this world coming to?  I can't even walk along quietly
on a college campus anymore!'



	It was April, and life was good.  Dawn and her baby were coming along
nicely.  Ron didn't pay all that much attention to the infant, not
really feeling much in the way of a paternal instinct kicking in.  He
played with the little guy, but not much else.  He left the less
pleasant jobs to more qualified, and, less powerful, individuals, like
Megan, Jess, and Dawn.  He had taken some sympathy on his sister, by
assigning Jess to infant duty during the night.  That way, Dawn could at
least get some sleep.

	Ron was wandering the halls after school one day, when he heard a
familiar voice coming from an office.

	"Oh, yes.  He's a wonderful student, too."  That was Mrs. Hayes voice,
he was sure of it.

	"Well, he makes a splendid tutor."  And that was Linda!  Ron couldn't
pass up the opportunity to find out what they were talking about.  He
walked in through the open doorway.

	"I couldn't help but notice you were chatting about me.  Is there some
reason?"  He asked in a playful tone that both ladies recognized.

	"Well, I just happened to notice that Mrs. Hayes there has a beautiful
necklace that seemed, well, rather similar to mine."

	"It ought to.  They're identical except for the stone."

	"Yes, so I see.  We were about to, um... compare notes, in a way."

	Ron stepped over and closed the door.  "Go ahead."  He smiled, and
winked.  "I don't mind."

	Nancy gave in first.  "I don't think just talking will do.  How about
you, Linda?"

	"No, not at all.  I think a visual display would be best."  The ladies
advanced on him, both already unbuttoning their blouses.

	Ron feigned fright.  "Now, ladies, please...  I'm fragile, I might
break."

	Linda ran her hand across his crotch.  "Oooh.  No.  You're hard, but I
don't think you're fragile."  She pulled his shirt off over his head. 
Nancy bent down to work at his jeans.  She got them off, then let Linda
take over while she removed the rest of her clothes.

	Linda pulled down his briefs, revealing his hard, throbbing dick.  She
licked her lips at the very sight of it.  "Oh, it's been a few weeks
since I've played with this."  She wrapped her fingers softly around his
prick, and started jacking as she sucked the head into her mouth.

	Nancy had undressed fully now, and was massaging Ron's chest as she
kissed him passionately.  Both women seemed on fire.  Ron wondered if he
ought not to have them over for a weekend sometime.  'I'm not sure I
could survive both for that long!'

	Ron rearranged people a little.  He laid Nancy across the desk, and
dove right into her muff, licking and sucking with wild abandon.  Linda
returned to his cock, taking more of it into her mouth now.  Nancy was
moaning from the attention.

	Ron was close to coming, he knew that.  There was no stopping it.  He
increased his pace on Nancy's pussy.  She started the little shudders
he'd come to recognize as a small orgasm, just then he came himself,
pouring his seed down Linda's throat.  She took it all, and sucked him
hard again.

	It was only fair that Linda get some attention now, as she was the only
one who hadn't come yet.  Ron bent her over the desk, just over Nancy. 
Linda started eating out Nancy, and Ron pushed his rod into Linda from
behind.  She gave a deep moan, and pushed back.  Ron pulled out so that
just his head was in, then plunged back in.  Slowly, in and out, in and
out.  He worked as slow a pace as he could handle.  Linda was eating
Nancy's pussy, licking up and down the slit, then taking her clit into
her mouth and lightly nipping it with her teeth.

	Nancy was shuddering constantly now, and the spasms were becoming more
and more violent.  Linda was fucking back at Ron with some force, and
Ron was pushing into Linda faster and faster.  Just then, Linda went
rigid, and let out a yelp.  She strangled it as much as she could, for
there were other people in the building.  Her orgasm lasted for almost a
minute.  Ron pulled out of her, and pulled her into his arms.  He kissed
her softly, gently, sensuously.

	"It was good for me, too."  She responded breathlessly.

	Ron gently helped her into a chair.  She had always been kind of out of
it after good sex.  But he still had to please Nancy.

	Nancy reached out and took his cock in hand.  He had softened just
slightly, so she sucked him until he was good and hard again.

	"Now I want you inside me, lover.  Make me come!"

	Ron plunged into her now well-lubricated hole.  She wasn't interested
in slow today.  She wanted it hot and fast.  She wrapped her legs around
his ass and pulled him into her as far and as fast as she could manage. 
Ron started massaging her wonderful tits.  He squeezed and twisted the
nipples, and she mewled in pleasure.  She loved it.

	Quickly she started to climb to her orgasm.  She pummelled him into her
faster and faster.  Then, as she was about to come, she pulled him down
to her and kissed him.  As she climaxed, she screamed into his mouth,
still wrestling with his tongue.

	They remained like that for some minutes, both of them coming down from
one of their better performances.

	"Oh... Damn...that was....just wonderful!"  Nancy said.

	Ron felt a soft body behind him, that embraced him in a glorious hug. 
"We were also talking about something else, Ron."

	"Oh?  I don't think I'm up to any more today!"

	"No, not that.  Both of us are single.  Both of us live in a fairly
expensive apartment.  Both of us wish we could spend more time with
you...."  She trailed off, hoping Nancy would continue, but Ron picked
up for her.

	"So, you were wondering if there was room at the Chaffey house for you
two?"  Both women nodded.  "Well, we do have two bedrooms left, but I
did want to have a guest room..."  He was teasing.  They knew it, but
they also worried that, just maybe, he wasn't.

	"We'll share a room!" insisted Nancy.  "That's not a problem.  Neither
of us has much stuff!"  Linda agreed.

	Ron just shook his head.  "Ladies, you're impossible.  Of course you're
welcome in my home, so long as you live by the rules, and you understand
who's in charge."

	"Why, you are, Ron."  Nancy said.  Linda nodded agreement.

	"See?  You know the most important rule already.  You can move in over
the weekend, if you like."

	'Well, if I don't survive, at least I'll go out happy!'



	It was late May, school was out, and life was fine.  Little Nathan was
a healthy, growing boy.  Dr. Brown was out to see him every couple
weeks.  She didn't normally do house calls, but Ron hadn't given her a
choice in the matter.  He was still torturing her unmercifully, making
her wet and excited anytime she was near him.  She couldn't understand
it, she wasn't attracted to him at all.  On Ron's part, it was just a
fun diversion.

	Karen's skills were really coming along well.  He had gotten her to
master all of the defense techniques early on, and they practiced on
each other regularly, and on Michelle, whenever she would stop by. 
Right now Karen was mastering the art of telekinesis, moving all sorts
of things around the house.  The rest of the family had gotten used to
these lessons, and no longer complained that their stuff wasn't where
they'd left it.  One morning, Ron was teaching Karen about levitation,
when he got a strange sensation, as if he were being watched.  He knew
that was impossible; there were at present three telepaths in the house,
since Michelle was visiting, and any telepathic communication, send or
receive, would have been instantly noted.  Still, the feeling was there.

	"Hang on a second, Kar.  I need to check on something."  Ron went
upstairs to his room.  He had made some modifications to the window in
his room that allowed him to look out, without anyone outside being able
to tell.  'I really ought to just install cameras.  It'd be easier.' 
Sure enough, across the street, was a tall man dressed in a black
trenchcoat.  'Trenchcoat?  In May?  Talk about conspicuous.'  He knew
the man was not scanning him, but, since he did not know if the man was
a psionic or not, he wouldn't risk a scan of his own.  He studied the
man for a few minutes, until he moved off.  Ron filed the incident in
the back of his mind.  'Strange.  Very strange.'



	Over the summer, this event was repeated many times.  Ron began to
wonder if someone were watching him because they knew, or suspected,
what he was.  'Or, maybe' he thought, 'it's an inspector from Social
Services.  No, that's nuts.  Why would they bother doing it like that?' 
Finally, in early July, an event occured that solved the matter for him.

	It was late morning, around eleven, when the doorbell rang.  Nikki went
to answer the door, and nearly bolted back into the living room, where
Ron was reading.

	"What's up, Nik?  Who's at the door?"  Then he saw past Nikki to....
'No, I must be seeing things.  I can't possibly be seeing who I'm
seeing.'  But he was.  Standing in the doorway, in clothes that hung
from her body, torn and even bloody, stood Marinda.

	"Ronnn....."  Was all she managed, before collapsing to the floor.

	"Shit.  Okay, Nikki, go get Kumiko, Mom, and Linda."  Nikki ran to do
as she was instructed.  Ron walked over and closed the front door.  Then
he examined Marinda without touching her.  She moaned, but refused to
wake up when he shook her.  His 'counseling team', as he'd taken to
calling them, came in just then.  They all gasped at the sight of her,
but neither Kumiko nor Sandra would approach.

	"Get her out of here, Ron!"  screamed Sandra.

	"Chill out, Mom.  She can't hurt you.  Heck, I can't even get her to
wake up.  Help me move her into the spare bedroom."  He finally
convinced them to come over and move her.  "Kumiko, I'm going to put you
in charge of caring for her."  He continued in a whisper to her, "Use
the necklace if there's trouble, and send someone to get me when she
wakes up."  Kumiko nodded, Ron told Linda to stay with her, and then he
took his Mom out of the room.

	"I don't like it, Ron.  She could be trouble."

	"Mom, you don't understand.  James got rid of her powers.  She can't
hurt you anymore.  And, even if she did still have her powers, James
told me before that it was my fault she could get to you, because of
some things I hadn't done.  Well, I've done all those things now.  It'll
be fine, but I need to know why she came here, even after I ordered them
not to."

	Sandra didn't argue, but was not happy about things.  Ron could tell,
but there was nothing he could do.  He needed to know what Marinda
knew.  "So, what's for lunch?"



	She was being chased.  They were getting closer, closer, reaching out
for her.  She turned to fight them off, only to find she had no hands. 
She opened her mouth to scream, but emitted only a whisper.

	"You might as well give in.  You're powerless... powerless..."

	Marinda bolted upright in bed, startling the others in the room. 
Quickly she looked about.  Three feet from her was a familiar face,
though she couldn't put a name to it.



	It was late afternoon when Marinda awoke.  Kumiko was still at her
post, but Megan was sitting in with her now.  Marinda sat upright and
scanned the room.  Kumiko was uncomfortable to be this close to the
woman, but she had her orders.  Even this woman deserved some sympathy,
or so Ron had decided.

	"Please be still.  You will not be harmed here."  She hoped she wasn't
lying, but really didn't know.  "Master Ron has told me to look after
you.  Megan, please go get Master Ron."  Megan left the room to go find
Ron.  "Would you like some icewater?"

	"Yes, please."  Marinda croaked.  Her throat was parched, and she had
some difficulty swallowing.  By the time she had finished the glass, Ron
had entered the room.

	"Good evening.  Megan, you can go now."  He motioned Kumiko to a seat
away from the bed.  "I am going to assume you have a good reason for
coming here.  Your condition would seem to indicate you have been in
some sort of fight.  Are you feeling up to telling me what is going
on?"  

	"May I use a restroom, first?"  Ron nodded, and Kumiko showed her the
way, then brought her back.  She sat down on the bed, and began.

	"First of all, I do remember what you are.  I know you are far stronger
than I ever was.  I have come to terms with what my life has become. 
Unfortunately, I have a problem that I don't know how to resolve, and
their is something that you need to know.  Actually, two somethings."

	"Okay, what are they?"

	"First off, your father, my Master, is dead."  Ron nodded, and Kumiko
bowed her head.  "Secondly, you are right.  I was in a fight that got
your father killed.  Two psionics came and broke into our house.  I'm
still not sure if they were after him or me, but, without my powers,
there was nothing I could do."

	"Who were they?"

	"I don't know, but they weren't speaking English."

	"Did you recognize the language?"

	"No."

	"May I scan you?"  This was not unexpected.  She knew he didn't trust
her.  She figured he wanted to make sure she wasn't lying to him."

	"Yes."

	Five minutes later, he looked over at Kumiko.  "Russian."

	"How do you know?"  Marinda asked.

	"You may not recognize it, but you still remember it.  I've heard
enough languages to be able to recognize regions, at least.  That one is
definitely Russian."

	"What does it mean, Master?"  Kumiko queried.

	"I don't know.  Marinda, you will remain in this room.  You may use the
restroom.  Until I decide what to do with you, you will be our... guest
is the polite term, but prisoner will do.  I don't trust you yet."  Ron
knew that scans *could* be faked, but only by a real expert.  He would
do a really in-depth scan on her after dinner.  Nobody could fake that.



	His further scan confirmed that Marinda was, indeed, telling the
truth.  She had come to Ron because she quite simply didn't know where
else to go.

	The death of his father didn't upset him any.  The man was a shit, and
everyone knew it.  The scan showed his theory to be at least somewhat
accurate, in that his father had finally managed to hold a job for more
than a month and a half at a time.  He had been a security guard at a
bank when he died.

	"So, what happens to me now?"  Marinda asked of Ron.  They were alone
in the guest bedroom.  "I have no skills, I can't get a job.  What do I
do now?"  It was awkward.  She was fully aware that she had no real
cognitive ability.  Unlike most stupid people, who are blessed with
ignorance of their ignorance, she was quite aware that she was no longer
capable of living in the real world.

	"Don't worry about that for now.  I'll think of something.  Now, I need
to look you over, and make sure there are no serious injuries.  Sit
still."  Ron ran his hands lightly over her body.  She shivered at his
very touch, still aware of the Power that ran through the person
examining her.  She was also becoming highly aroused by his caresses,
though they were much softer than what she had grown accustomed to at
his father's hands.  Ron took note of her state.

	"Feel good?"  He asked mischievously.  He hadn't had a shot at Marinda
that night, leaving her to James.  And, besides, her body wasn't exactly
ugly.

	"Yes, it does, sir.  Very good."

	"Would you like me to continue?"

	"YES.... uh, please, sir."  Apparently her father either hadn't thought
of or didn't like 'Master'.

	"Very well.  Stand up."  She did as requested.  Ron held her gently for
a moment, letting his eyes rove her body.  She was wearing what remained
of a very nice outfit, a light yellow blouse and a tan skirt.  It
reminded him of some outfits he'd seen Linda wear.  Their wasn't much
left of it now, however.  He gently undid the fasteners and removed her
outer garments, so that now she wore only underwear.  He embraced her to
remove her bra.  She seemed to like that a lot.  While he was there, he
gave her a kiss.  He had meant it to be quick, but it lingered, neither
of them really wanting to let go.  But, alas, the bra came loose and Ron
pulled back, dragging the confining lingerie off her shoulders and down
off her arms.

	Marinda was in ecstasy.  She had not felt pleasant caresses such as
these for a very long time.  Ron's father had been a brutal man, and
he'd treated her like shit.  Her life forced her to accept it, but it
did not make her like it.  She could still remember fragments, mere
tidbits, of what she'd been once, and you never lose the memory that
once you were a powerful individual, one with The Ability.  Knowing that
was gone was the hardest thing for her to take.  Mike's beatings hadn't
made things any better, though.  She was aware that Ron was directly
responsible for her losing The Ability, but there was nothing she could
do, even if she'd wanted to.  'At least he's gentle.'

	Ron had removed her panties and stockings, so that she was totally nude
now.  He stood back to examine her form once more.  He could see the
discolorations of faded bruises, as well as the fresh black and blue
splotches.  'Why is it,' he wondered, 'that I seem to see a lot of women
this way.  There's got to be some way to stop maniacs from doing this
shit.'  Ron moved back in, and gave her another quick kiss, this time
keeping it short.

	He moved behind her, and noticed the striped welts from a severe belt
beating.  'Damn, what did I sentence this poor woman to?'  Then he
recalled what she had done to his family.  'Well, maybe she got what she
deserved, and then again, maybe she's paid enough.'  He decided to talk
it over with the Family later, but he was feeling sympathy for her now.

	He reached out and massaged her shoulders.  They were tight, tense with
the day's activity.  She relaxed into his grip, letting tension drip off
her body.  He couldn't effectively do more than this with her standing,
so he had her lay down on the double bed in the room.  He spread his
ministrations out, expanding to cover her back, and eventually her ass
and legs.  He spent a considerable amount of time just relaxing her
body.

	Eventually, she turned over to face him.  He had been doing some
healing work while he was rubbing, and she was feeling a lot better
now.  She thanked him with her eyes, but with her mouth, she said.  "You
will hurt me, just like your father did."

	"No, I won't.  I may pass you to someone who might, but I will not
personally cause you any physical pain."  He made himself very specific
on that.  He wasn't into sadism, and didn't understand how anyone could
do that crap.  "Look, I punished you for what you did to my family.  At
the time, I swore if I ever saw you again, I would kill you.  Now, I've
scanned you, and I know what you've been through in the last year. 
Maybe you've paid enough.  I'll have to talk to the rest of the Family
to see what we'll do about you."

	Marinda wasn't sure whether or not to believe him.  She wanted to so
badly, but the last year had taken most of her hope and stomped on it. 
"What will you do to me, then?"

	"I think, for right now,  I'm going to screw you."  Ron said
matter-of-factly, and started to undress himself.  This surprised and
pleased Marinda, for she figured if he wanted sex, he wouldn't beat her
up first.  Mike never had.  She couldn't understand that Ron wouldn't do
any of the things to her that Mike regularly did, so destroyed was her
mind and spirit.

	Ron lay down on the bed, and had her start sucking him.  She licked
around the head, teasing with light, swift strokes of her tongue.  Then
she ran her tongue from the base of his cock all the way to the tip. 
Finally, she brought his prick into her mouth and started sucking.

	Ron enjoyed this, but it left him with little to do.  He formed his
extension into its snake-like shape, and started to rub it across her
tits.  She froze for a moment, then realized it must have been him doing
it, and sank into the wonderful sensation it was causing in her.  She
resumed her sucking, vowing to make him come first. A few minutes later,
she knew it was going to be a close one.  He moved his extension down to
start rubbing across her clit.  She was sopping wet down there, and
steamy hot.  She was writhing on the bed, having a hard time focussing
on the task at hand.  Finally, she gave in, humming on his cock as her
pussy contracted repeatedly, sending shivers up and down her spine.

	Her humming, however, sent shivers up and down Ron's cock.  He'd been
doing okay till then, but her humming was just like a vibrator.  He
couldn't hold back any longer, and gushed a load of sperm down her
throat.  She swallowed it all, an amazing feat considering the orgasm
she was still in the middle of, and kept sucking.

	When he was hard again, he retracted his extension, and she sat up. 
Ron indicated to her that he wanted her on all fours.  She complied,
lifting her ass way into the air and laying her head on a pillow.  Ron
pushed into her, marveling at how *hot* she was.  He established a
steady pace, not too fast, but enough to keep them both breathing a
little heavy.  He reached around and fondled her breasts.  They were
big, and soft, with very large nipples.

	He tired of this position, and had her roll onto her back.  The tricky
part was that he didn't pull out of her, and barely stopped fucking her
long enough for her to do so.  He renewed his thrusts, even faster now. 
Marinda was thrashing about in the midst of another orgasm below him,
but he refused to slow the pace.  He kept up his thrusting until she
came once more, and then changed positions again.  This time, she was
lying on her side, with him behind her, holding up one of her legs to
help with access.  Similar to the position he used with Dawn, but more
aggressive, he wasn't slowing down for nobody now.  Finally, he felt he
was nearing a time when he would be ready to come.  He decided he wanted
her ass.  He rolled her onto her stomach, and he pulled her up to her
knees.  He aimed his cock at her rosebud, and pushed.  She grunted
loudly in protest as his cock entered her ass.

	"AAArrggh!  Oh, shit that...."  She stopped, because she could no
longer determine whether it hurt really bad, or felt really good.  Ron
didn't care, either way.  He inserted himself all the way in, then set
up a slow stroking.  As her bowels loosened up, he increased the tempo. 
Soon, Marinda was grunting and moaning continuously, murmuring things
that he mostly couldn't make out.  Occassionally, he'd hear, "Oh, yes! 
More!  please More!"  and he'd increase the pace just a little more.  He
felt his own climax approaching.  He reached down and played with her
clit as he fucked her ass.  She screamed in orgasm and slammed back into
him, squeezing his cock with her ass.

	That set Ron off, and he shot his load deep into her bowels.  He
continued his thrusting until he was completely spent.  Slowly, his cock
started to shrink inside of her.  He bent over and embraced her.  "I
don't know what we're going to do about you, Marinda, but that sure was
fun."

	Ron climbed down off the bed, and started to dress.  Marinda had rolled
to her side, but otherwise wasn't moving.

	"Diane."

	"Hmm?"  Ron replied.

	"My name.  Marinda was something I made up.  My real name is Diane.  Of
course, if you'd prefer to call me Marinda, sir..."

	"No, I'd prefer Diane.  It's shorter.  Very well.  You may use the
bathroom, and the small lounge next door.  There's a TV there, and some
books.  Someone will be here with you all the time, until I decide what
to do.  Don't worry, at worst, I'll simply have you leave the house, in
the company of someone who can appreciate your talents.  I'll see you in
the morning.  Good-night, Diane."

	"Good-night, sir."



	Ron called for a Family meeting the next morning.  Megan, not having
any say in the matter at all, was excused to keep an eye on Diane.

	Arranged around the room were all Ron's girls, Kumiko, Sandra, Dawn
holding little Nathan, Nikki, Tammy, Jessica, Linda and Nancy.  Ron sat
for a moment and stared.  'You know, as much as I sometimes hate having
to deal with everything that comes up, to look around and see all these
girls, and they all answer to me!  That's gotta be worth the trouble.'

	"Okay, I've called this meeting for the obvious reason.  We have a new
guest in the house, one who has, in the past, been a danger to this
Family.  I need to decide what to do about her, and I'm looking for
opinions.  Feel free to voice yours now."

	Sandra immediately spoke up.  "I don't want her here.  She's a danger
to us all.  What if she still has her powers?  What if James didn't do
his job right?"  James would have had a coronary at that thought.

	"Mom, I've scanned her, okay?  She's not dangerous anymore.  Most
importantly, she *cannot* live on her own.  We either keep her here, or
I find someone who wants her."

	"Ron, as much as she isn't physically dangerous anymore, I think she
may still have a strong emotional hold on those who were here during the
attack."  Linda was speaking like her teacher-self now.  She continued,
"I wasn't here, thankfully, when the Family was attacked.  My life in
this house has been very pleasant.  I'm not sure that would continue to
be the case if this lady were allowed to remain."  There seemed to be a
general consensus of opinion.

	"Alright.  I'll accept that the Family doesn't want her here.  That
only makes me ask another question:  What do I do with her?"

	Nobody seemed to have an answer to that one.  A couple of ideas were
bandied about, but nothing sensible or practical.  Killing her was out
of the question, and he couldn't just release her like a wild animal,
either.  Then Ron remembered something he had seen once, when Bill had
taken him to dinner.  He had seen an older man sitting with a beautiful
young woman, in her mid or early twenties.

	'"Who is that guy, Bill?"

	"That's a big oil-man.  Why?"

	"Great looking wife."  Bill laughed.  "What's so funny?"

	"That's not his wife.  That's his mistress.  She hangs around him
because he's got money."

	"Doesn't his wife object?"

	"Not if she knows what's good for her.  That guy's divorced three other
wives because they complained too much about his affairs."'



	'I wonder...  I'll have to call Bill in on this one.'

	"Okay, I have an idea, but I'm not sure it will work.  I will find a
way to remove her from the house within the next few days.  Thank you
all for your help.  Dismissed."  As the group broke up, Ron had Jessica
tell Megan to bring Diane down.  He waited in the living room.

	Diane and Megan entered together.  Diane looked much better now than
she had yesterday.  "Thank you Megan, that will be all.  Please, sit
down, Diane."  Diane sat quietly on the sofa, wondering what would
become of her.  "We have just held a Family meeting.  As you might
expect, the rest of the Family doesn't want you around."

	"I understand, sir.  What will you do to me?"

	"I haven't figured that out yet.  I'm going to talk to a friend of mine
later today.  He may be able to find you a good home.  Please return to
your room, and wait for me there."  Diane nodded and left.  Ron walked
to the phone.

	"Hello, Mr. Chaffey to speak with Mr. Simmons, please.... Regarding?  A
business arrangement.... Yes, I'll hold."  Ron tapped his foot to the
music for a total of about 5 seconds.

	"Ron, boy!  How the hell have you been!"

	"Just fine, Bill, just fine.  How are you and your wife?"

	"Great, great!  Hey, I just got one question for you."

	"Shoot."

	"I don't suppose there's anything you can do to make her get her tubes
tied, huh?  I mean, I don't want them snipping around on me, and we
don't want any more kids, but she won't get it done.  I don't guess
there's anything you can do, is there?"

	"Maybe I can, Bill.  Look, Bill, there's another matter I need to
discuss with you, but not on the phone.  Are you free for lunch today?"

	"For you, anytime.  Where is it this time?  The Remington again, or..."

	"No, I need you to come out to the house.  It won't be a waste of your
time."  Ron promised.  Bill had never been disappointed yet.

	"Okay, no trouble.  What time?"

	"Whatever's good for you."

	"Around one?"

	"That's fine, I'll see you then."



	Bill showed up right on time, as usual.

	"Please come this way, Mr. Simmons."  Kumiko escorted him into the
formal dining room, where a meal had been prepared by Nancy and Sandra.

	"Boy, this looks good!"  Bill sat down, and Ron joined him.  Kumiko and
Megan provided service to the two men.  "Ron, you are living a charmed
life, m'boy!"

	Ron accepted the compliment, and both men started on their appetizers. 
"You said you were having trouble with your wife, not wanting to 'get
fixed'."

	"Kind of a cruel term for it, but, yeah, that's the idea.  I don't
suppose you could make her?"

	"Bring her by this evening, I think I can do better."  Bill, surprised,
readily agreed to that.  "Now then, have we had any dissatisfied
customers?"  Bill was basically managing Ron's "reorientation" business
for him.

	"Nary a one.  Everyone's just pleased as punch."  Bill tended to speak
in cliches, and it was annoying, but Ron lived with it.  "So, what's
cooking today?"

	Kumiko served them their main dish, a Chicken Cordon Bleu.  "Thank you,
Kumiko.  You are excused."  Ron watched her go.  So did Bill.

	"Man, what I wouldn't give to have someone like that walking around the
house."

	"Exactly my point, though I hadn't intended to make it that way."  Said
Ron, "What *would* you give?"

	"Huh?"

	"To have something like that walking around your house, doing what you
told her, being there whenever you wanted her?"

	"What're you gettin' at, Ron?"

	"Megan, please go get Diane."  Megan left to do as she was told.  "I'm
talking about having...um,.... a pet.  Just one that walks on two
legs."  Diane and Megan entered the room just then.  "Bill, this is
Diane.  Diane, please greet Bill."

	Upon hearing the key phrase, Diane went over, sat in his lap, and
wrapped her arms around him.  "Hello, sir."  She said in a husky voice. 
Bill was having a very difficult time breathing.  The outfit Ron had
chosen for Diane wasn't concealing very much, and Bill was getting an
eyeful.

	"Wow!  Ron, just what is going on here?"

	"Well, see Bill, it's like this.  Some time ago, Diane there tried to
hurt my Family.  So, similar to what I've been doing in our business, I
made some modifications to Diane's personality.  Now, she is a
completely submissive slave to whomever is designated as her owner. 
Nice idea, but, you see, I already have enough, and the Family doesn't
want her around, she brings back bad memories and such."

	"Well.  I don't think Mary would much care for me bringing a brand new
pet female home with me..."

	"That could be fixed, no problem, or, do you know someone you'd like to
owe us a favor?  Or someone who might be willing to pay the kind of
money Diane is so obviously worth?"

	"You mean... you want to... Sell her?"

	"Whatever works.  It's not like anything we've done together has been,
strictly speaking, legal, Bill."

	"Good point.  Can I make some phone calls?"

	"Absolutely.  Diane, let the man up."  Diane removed herself, and
Kumiko led Bill to the telephone.

	"How'd it go?"  questioned Sandra, after Bill had left.

	"I think OK.  He's making some calls now."



	In the end, it turned out Bill did have a friend who was looking for a
'faithful companion' who didn't talk back.

	"He's willing to pay $2 million for her."

	'Geez!  2 mil' for a woman I don't really like anyway!  This could be a
really profitable business.'  "Sold.  When will he be able to pick her
up?"

	"First thing this evening, when he gets off work.  He wanted to know
how he should pay you."

	"However he likes.  I still pay taxes, just like everyone else.  No
need to tell them WHY he paid me, though."

	"Good show.  Alright, just one other thing: what does she have to bring
with her?"

	"Just a few sets of clothes, nothing else.  He'll have to provide
whatever else he wants her to have.  Oh, and there is one rule I didn't
mention before.  She is still my responsibility so, if he beats her hard
enough that she needs medical attention, I will reclaim her, without any
form of refund."

	"Understood.  I don't think he's that type anyway, but I'll tell him."

	Ron and Bill shook hands, and Bill went back to work.

	Sandra, Nancy, and Linda were sitting in the kitchen having coffee
together.  "Well," said Ron as he walked in, "That's taken care of. 
Now, we just have to worry about dealing with whatever it is that's
coming on the horizon."

	"What do you mean, Ron?" asked Linda.

	"What Diane has told me leads me to believe that there is trouble for
our Family, but I don't know when it's coming, or from where.  We need
to be ready."

	"How do we get ready?" queried Nancy.

	"I'm not sure, but we'll have to think of something."



End Chapter 4

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