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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 26 (M/F) (334 lines)
January 22, 1998

This is about the 35th 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 26

The next morning while Susan still slept Kathy was in the kitchen fixing
breakfast.  Remembering the previous night, she fixed the type of breakfast
that Ken would eat and made enough for three.  As it was cooking she heard
noises coming from Susan's bathroom.  In a few minutes the girl was in the
kitchen with her hair wrapped in a towel.

"Mrs. Stark... Kathy... Mom... I hope you don't mind.  I don't have anything,
and there was tooth paste, and..."

"It's yours, Susan.  Maybe you would like a different brand, but you can
use..."

"Different *brand*?  You mean all of that's for me?  And I didn't want to
waste that luscious shampoo, so I used bar soap."

"Young lady, you can knock off that stuff starting right now.  Everything here
is for you to use.  Everything!  Understand?"  Susan shyly nodded her head.
"Good!  Now let's eat!  It's all ready and I hope there may be enough to fill
even *you* up!"  The girl grinned and devoured the breakfast while Kathy ate
hers and had a second cup of coffee.

"Come on, young lady!  Back to your room.  We've got to see how you're making
out."  Susan lay on her bed while Kathy examined her body.  Earlier, she had
called Dr. Miller and asked him about swimming and sun.  He said it was fine,
but to apply no more ointment until they were finished in the sun.  The
lacerations were healing rapidly, a tribute to the recuperative powers of
adolescents.  "Susan, I would like you to do the next test yourself.  Let's
find a particularly ugly bruise.  Then I want you to press it with your finger
to see how intense the pain is.  Will you?"

Susan nodded and they examined her body carefully.  When they found a
particularly ugly bruise high on her thigh, Susan probed gingerly with a
finger, and then harder.  She smiled at Kathy, "It's felt a lot better, but it
isn't too bad.  I still would rather not wear anything, Mom, if it's all right
with you?"

Kathy smiled at her, and excused herself.  She caught Bob Ferguson in his
office and quickly briefed him on Susan.  "Bob, I intend to adopt the girl.
Can you get another of your jiffy almost-real birth certificates like you got
for me?"

"I beg your pardon, young lady!" said Bob trying to act as pompous as
possible.  "You have a perfectly genuine birth certificate!  Almost-real,
indeed!"  He got serious, "I don't suppose you've talked with Ken, have you?"

"No, I haven't" she said with the pomposity in her voice this time.  "Would
Jane ask you first if she planned to present you with a child?  By the time
you knew anything about it, the damage would already be done.  Then it's just
ripening in her belly until it decides to make an appearance."

"I give up!" he said.  "Seriously, Kathy, would you like me to talk to some of
my friends and get this going?  You know, the world we live in is idiotic
sometimes.  There are over a million abortions each year.  Thousands of
teenagers get pregnant and go on welfare.  Yet a solid couple has to endure
the torments of the damned with our great social-service bureaucracy to adopt
a child.  And Virginia has one of the better systems, I'm told.  Anyway, they
can legally give you all kinds of aggravation.  "Do you want me to start the
ball rolling?  And what about Sylvia, her legal guardian?"  As he spoke, her
business phone rang.

"Bob, could you wait a moment?  There's a call on the other phone that could
provide the answer."  She put Bob on hold and picked up the other line.

It was Peter Mahoney sounding gleeful.  "Kathy, it was the greatest raid of
the century!  Tucker and the vice boys are in seventh heaven.  As usual,
though, it's up to us poor paper pushers to prepare the indictments and do all
that other good stuff.  Felony counts on Sylvia Black will be running pages.
We're moving against her immediately on massive probation violations.  She
will be in prison before the end of the week, and in jail until then.  Kathy,
thanks for the tip.  And thanks for establishing the idea that baddies
actually serve hard time.  We're moving, and thanks again."

She went back on the other phone where Bob was waiting.  "Sylvia will be
unable to attend the hearing, it sounds like.  Pete is moving for imprisonment
for probation violations while he gets the new case organized for trial.  He
claims the felony counts will run to pages.  Does that help?"

"I'll get on it right away.  And Kathy?  We're looking forward to meeting your
infant daughter.  I'll tell Jane when she gets back."

Kathy went back to rejoin Susan who was resting on her bed.  She rolled over
and looked at her new mother.  "What now, Mom?"

"Now we're going swimming!  The sun is hot, and the water's cool.  Let's go!"

"But, Mom!" said Susan, looking forlorn, "I don't have a bathing suit, and I'm
not sure I could wear one if I did!"

"Susan Stark!  I think it'll be your name starting next week, so you might as
well start getting used to it.  You're not nearly as observant as I thought
you'd be.  There's a pool outside your window."  Kathy saw the girl's face
fall as she listened to the criticism.  "I'm sorry, Honey!  That was unfair of
me.  The drapes have been drawn ever since you got here.  I apologize."  As
they made their way out to the pool deck Kathy asked the girl if she swam.

"I don't, Mom.  Remember where I've been?  And I almost never left the house.
Let me watch you and then I'll try."  Kathy smiled at the girl and strode to
the pool edge.  She executed a beautiful racing dive, pounded down to the end
of the pool, did a racing flip turn, sprinted back, turned again and then
slowed her stroke to the one for distance she used swimming laps in the pool.

She had completed 100 meters and had just flipped again when she saw a sleek
body arch out in a racing dive virtually identical to her own.  The girl was
beside her, using the same distance- devouring stroke she was.

'My God!' she thought.  'Susan does it, too.  No wonder the guys at Yale
looked stunned.  She observed my movements, intuitively analyzed the bio-
mechanics of the actions -- exactly which of my muscles are doing what -- and
translated it into bio-kinetics.  She makes her muscles do the things she's
just seen for the first time!  That's what I do, too!'

The two girls were making an endurance contest of it.  It matched Kathy's
superior skill and physical training against Susan's youth.  Up and down the
pool they went side by side.  Kathy had long since lost count of the laps, and
was hanging on by sheer willpower.  'I will not be defeated by a battered slip
of a girl in my own damned pool!' she thought.  Finally, she had to stop.  She
finished a lap and grabbed the edge of the pool.  For the first time in her
life she had to hold on to the edge while she gathered enough strength to pull
herself out.  Finally, she did.  She spun around and sat on the edge with her
legs still in the water.  Susan had her head resting on the edge without
enough energy left even to lift it up.  Finally, she did.  With a grin as big
as she had the energy to muster, she gasped, "You win!"  Kathy grinned back at
her, got out and reached down to pull the younger girl from the pool.  Susan
popped out like a feather.  'How did she do that?' Kathy wondered, then
grinned to herself.  'The same damned way I do it, is how!'

Kathy could scarcely walk.  She staggered over and dragged back two sun mats
and the sun tan lotion for Susan.  She mumbled something and collapsed on the
mat, sound asleep.  Kathy was lying on her back soaking up the sun when she
felt the coolness caused by a shadow on her.  Opening one eye, she saw Jane
standing there, nude as usual, with her shadow over Kathy.

"You're in my sun, Jane," she said, still groggy.  "Susan and I swam to
Bermuda and back and I need to rest."  Jane didn't move, and Kathy reflected
that she had seen something different.  She opened her eyes again, alert this
time.  She saw the girl's breasts had begun to swell, and there was a visible
convexity in her abdomen.  She jumped up.  "Jane!  You're pregnant!  You're
going to have a baby!  You are, aren't you?"

Jane had pulled up a mat and lay down beside Kathy.  "Sure am!  It was
confirmed this morning.  I didn't believe it.  Anyway, I guess I shouldn't be
surprised.  Except I feel so damn good.  Even the swelling in my breasts I
dismissed against the hope that I was getting big-chested at long last.  You
know what the funniest thing was?  I saw this young OB/Gyn guy who gave me a
full checkup.  I was sitting in his office, and saw him change something on
the chart the nurse had filled out.  He was running on about how so many women
were waiting so late to have babies and all the troubles they have.  Anyway,
he was so pleased to have a patient only twenty-five.  He said he was a little
surprised, because, from the exam he'd figured I was twenty-two or twenty-
three.  He had already changed the date of birth on the medical history.  I
told him it was correct.  I'm thirty-five.  He almost fell off his chair.
Kathy, it was the funniest, most ego-building thing that's happened to me in
years!"

"What does Bob think about the prospect of fatherhood?" Kathy asked.

"That's why I'm here.  The poor dear was floating so high, I hope he doesn't
hurt himself when he returns to earth.  He's floating and so am I.  I asked
the doctor about my favorite sport, and he said we could continue to have sex
as long as I felt like it.  Kathy," she said with a broad grin, "do you
suppose any woman ever had it on her way into the delivery room?  By the way,
I think you're cheating.  You're getting them full grown.  Now will you
introduce me?"  Kathy looked over where Susan was watching the exchange.  She
had pushed herself up and was resting on her elbows.

"Susan, I would like you to meet my dearest friend, Jane Ferguson."  Susan
popped up from the mat, but her leg gave way and she went down on one knee.
>From that position, she held out a hand to shake.  Kathy continued, "I think
you ought to call her Aunt Jane.  It'll help her keep you in mind when she
needs a baby-sitter in a few months and you need some spending money!"

Jane was looking at Susan intently.  "She's your twin, Kathy.  Do you remember
the first time we ever met?  I gave you that admissions test?  She looks
exactly like you did that day."  She slowly nodded her head and spoke quietly,
"Susan also provides the answer to a question that's been bugging me for
months.  I always wondered what your pubic hair would look like if you didn't
remove it.  Now I know.  She's you."

"Mrs... Aunt Jane, you almost didn't get to meet me.  My mother was trying to
drown her newborn.  Don't they do that with girl babies somewhere?"

"Drown *you*!" Kathy protested.  "Why didn't you just stop?  I wasn't hauling
you through the water, for God's sake!"

"Yes, you were!" Susan retorted with a grin.  "You'd be damned if some
battered young squirt was going to beat you in your own pool, and I'd be
damned if my mother was going to have a quitter for a daughter!  Mom, you
almost killed me.  When I stood up to shake hands with Aunt Jane, my leg
collapsed.  Aunt Jane, would it be wrong to say I have the most beautiful
mother in the world?"

Jane looked at Kathy critically, "Well... top five anyway.  Maybe top three.
I guess it's okay, Susan, your mother is certainly in contention."  She
grinned at Kathy fondly.  "Would you women care to help Bob and me celebrate
tonight?  One of these months I'm going to have to knock off the booze, but
not today.  Can I interest you?  Susan, you are the most beautiful girl I've
ever seen except for your mother.  I was looking at you while you slept, and
I'm glad that vicious creature who did this to you is dead!  I think you'll be
fine, though."

"Mother, I would love to!  Can we?  I've never been to a restaurant before."

"On behalf of my brand-new bedraggled daughter and me, we accept with
pleasure.  Where are we going?"

"Bob loves the Promenade at the Omni.  Do you mind?  At eight?  We'll meet you
there.  Now I have to go and rescue the poor darling from the ceiling.  And
besides, I'm already late for my principal business service of the day.  See
you later."

They watched her move gracefully inside, put on her clothes again and leave.
Kathy explained to Susan what the principal service was and they both laughed.
"How are you feeling, young lady?  Doctor Miller will skin me alive if I've
allowed you to get a bad burn on top of your other problems."

"I'm fine, Mom, really.  I just got the stuff larded on when I passed out.
You know, I really think I did, too -- passed out, I mean.  Mother, you are in
fantastic condition... for an older woman!" she said with a broad grin.

"Young lady, do you know where you are?  If you would like to find yourself
dangling by your heels from six stories above the street, you just keep up
with that 'older woman' shit!  The nerve of some people's children!"  She
grinned back.  "I don't know about you, but I'm going to soak in my shower and
then take a nap."  Susan struggled to her feet, dragged the mats back where
they came from and then staggered off towards her room.

 It was seven o'clock when Susan came into Kathy's room looking like a dream,
but still nude.  "Mom," she said with a wail, "what can I wear?"

Kathy had just slipped into a white sleeveless dress that set off her tan, her
blue eyes, and her golden hair.  She inspected Susan closely and thought again
of the recuperative power of teenagers.  "Honey, you've recovered more in one
day than I would have in a week!  Do you feel better?"

"Much better, Mom.  But I've seen your clothes, and they're all cut like the
dress you are wearing -- close -- to show off your perfect figure.  But much
closer than I would care to wear right now.  Don't you have *anything* else?"

Kathy had a brainstorm, and started laughing.

	* * *

The Fergusons were already seated at the table when two beautiful blondes
entered the dining room.  Both were five feet seven, both had brilliant blue
eyes that were an identical shade of blue, both had hair the color of yellow
gold.  Attention was attracted to the younger of the two who was wearing a
blue wildly-patterned muu-muu.  One guest who had recently returned from the
Islands thought, 'So that's the way they're supposed to look!'

Bob Ferguson rose to greet them.  He took both of Susan's hands in his,
studied her, and said, "She's right... my wife, I mean.  She says you may be
even more beautiful than your mother.  I would never care to have to make a
choice.  Welcome, Susan!  Your mother has christened my wife, Aunt Jane, so
please, could you call an old guy Uncle Bob?"

They sat down, and Jane grinned at Kathy.  "That muu-muu gets around, doesn't
it?  I remember when you wore it to our place on Thanksgiving.  Now it's
getting on towards summer, I may get a few myself.  Honey, on you it's
spectacular!"

The evening was a delight.  As Kathy drove back to Virginia Beach, Susan was
asleep beside her.  She thought about the girl, and realized she had met her
scarcely two days earlier.  Yet the girl was already settling in and changing
her life for the better, Kathy thought.  Now for their day in court.

	* * *

At ten o'clock the following Thursday, Kathy was back in the courtroom.  When
the case was called, Kathy announced that the defendant was ready, but there
was no plaintiff present.  Although irregu lar, she asked the judge for
permission to proceed.  Permission was granted and she began by calling Peter
Mahoney as a defense witness.  He came forward, was duly sworn, and took his
position in the witness box.  He stated his name and gave his occupation as
District Attorney of Norfolk County.  "Mr. Mahoney," Kathy began, "are you
acquainted with the plaintiff in this case, Sylvia Black."

"I am, Mrs. Stark."

"Do you know her current whereabouts?  Do you have any information for the
Court regarding her absence from the proceedings today?"

"I do.  At present Sylvia Black is serving a three-to-five year sentence in
the Women's Prison.  The suspension of her previous sentence was revoked early
this week as a result of a major felony arrest the night of the prior hearing
in this action."  he replied.

"As a result of the arrest is Ms. Black facing new charges?"

"She is.  She is facing over fifty felony counts.  The indictment is not yet
complete, Mrs. Stark, so I am unable to give you a more precise number."

"Mr. Mahoney, as you know, this hearing is with respect to returning Susan
Smith, seated with me at the table, to Ms. Black's custody as her legal
guardian.  Do any of the charges Ms. Black is now facing bear on her capacity
or suitability to serve as Susan's legal guardian."

"They most certainly do.  They include Pandering, White Slavery, Soliciting
Sex with Minors and many more.  Mrs. Stark, in plain language, Ms. Black ran a
whorehouse.  She had girls as young as fourteen years of age that she forced
to prostitute themselves.  And I repeat, forced.  The raid was led by the most
experienced vice-squad officer on our police force.  He was physically
sickened by some of the things he and his men found.  And they are in a line
of work in which a strong stomach is an occupational requirement.  Do you wish
me to go on?"

Kathy addressed the bench.  "Your Honor, Defense sees no need to pursue this
line of questioning further.  However, there is no need to convince me.  You
are the one who counts.  Do you wish me to continue?"

"No, Mrs. Stark, that will not be necessary.  However, it leaves the Court
with the question of what to do with the young lady."

"Your Honor, if it please the Court, there is a solution available.  May I
present it?"

"By all means, Mrs. Stark.  The Court is all ears!  Please proceed."

"Your Honor, I have adoption papers signed by all relevant parties.  To
complete the process, it merely requires your signature.  The papers indicate
the adoption of Susan Smith by Kenneth and Katherine Stark."  Kathy held her
head up straight and proud.  "I would be honored to be permitted to adopt
Susan as my daughter, your Honor!"

>From his lack of reaction, it was clear to Kathy that the Judge had at least
some advance notice of her proposed course of action.  He said, "Mrs. Stark,
you are certainly known to this Court as one of the most honorable and honored
citizens of the Commonwealth of Virginia.  I have never had the good fortune
to meet your husband, but, if I may be so bold, I must believe him to be an
outstanding individual for you to marry him.  The Court finds, therefore, that
you meet all tests that could reason ably be imposed on adoptive parents.  It
leaves only one question -- a vital question -- that must be answered by the
young woman herself.  She is fifteen years old, I believe?"

"That is correct, your Honor."  Kathy replied.

The judge continued.  "Susan, please rise and approach the bench."  Kathy was
so proud of Susan who was looking beautiful in a lime-green dress she had
bought her for the occasion.  Susan rose from her chair and came forward.

"Susan, Katherine Stark and her husband have indicated their desire to adopt
you as their daughter.  This is very important, Susan, and I want you to think
carefully before you answer.  Do you accept the Starks as your adoptive
parents?"

"Your Honor," Susan began, "I understand your question perfectly.
Thousands... Millions of children are born every day.  Their parents are
whomever they are.  Clearly, it just happens.  The child has no say in the
matter.  My case is different.  I have a choice, I believe.  Your Honor, if I
could pick any set of parents in the world today, I would pick Ken and Kathy
Stark."  Tears were streaming from her blue eyes, but she continued to look
steadily at the judge on the bench.  "I have known Mrs. Stark for only ten
days.  I love her as my mother.  I call her Mom.  Please, your Honor, let me
continue to call her Mom.  I love her and want her desperately.  I beg you!
Please approve the adoption.  I've chosen my parents: Ken and Kathy Stark!"

The judge was very interested in something on his desk as he fished for a
handkerchief and unobtrusively dried his eyes.  He blew his nose and
continued.  "This Court sees many family problems of all sorts.  It is rare,
unfortunately, when it is in the capacity of the Court to create happiness.
Miss Smith, I am moved.  I believe you.  Accordingly, it is with joy on the
part of the Court that you are declared the daughter of Kenneth and Katherine
Stark.  Mrs. Stark, I should apologize.  Your daughter's statement has caused
my eyesight to blur.  If the papers are ready, I would appreciate it very much
if you would indicate where I should sign."

Peter Mahoney took care of the chore, carefully blinking his eyes to be sure
he was looking at the correct line.

"Hello, Daughter!" Kathy whispered with tears in her eyes while she kissed
Susan.

"Hi, Mom!" Susan murmured as she hugged her new mother tightly.

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