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Subj: "Kathy" Book III, Chapter 31a (M/F) (220 lines)
January 22, 1998

This is about the 40th section, and is the first half of Chapter 31.  Please
combine it with 31b for the full chapter.  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 31a

It was a Saturday in March and Ken was home when the phone rang.  Kathy picked
it up.  It was Susan calling.  "What are you and Dad doing?  Or rather, where
are you doing," she asked softly.

"Hi, Honey.  Your father is doing me.  I'm sitting on the kitchen counter.  He
says he hasn't had a taste of cunt in a long time and misses it.  He says I'm
not fair because I'm always getting his protein injections, but don't give him
a chance.  So my legs are spread as wide as they'll go, and he's doing my
cunt..."

She moaned as she felt her hips take on a life of their own.  "Can you hold
on... a minute... Sweetie.  I'm... almost... there!"  She came in a sudden
flood, and Ken was licking furiously to get every delicious drop of her
liquid.  Kathy continued her phone conversation.  "What's up, Sweetheart?"

"Mom, you and Dad are too much!  No wonder you two are in such great shape.
There can't be two people in the world who get more exercise.  Can I bring
some kids home, please, Mom?  They want to talk to you and Dad.  Is it all
right?"

"My God!" said Kathy, feigning horror.  "Do you mean to say...  We have to get
*dressed*?  Besides," Kathy said with a pout in her voice, "You'll be going to
college soon, and it's very expensive.  Your father and I have to save money,
and this is much less expensive than going to the movies..."

Susan had now been around long enough to know when her mother was teasing her
-- which was most of the time.  "Mom, I know Dad's trying to keep you barefoot
and pregnant, but there might be a usable flour sack around you can wear.  And
I know Pa still has his overalls."

Kathy laughed.  "I give up.  When will you be here?  Can you give us three
minutes?"

"Of course!  Mom, I love you both so damned much.  We'll be there in a bit."

Kathy took Ken's face in her hands and kissed it.  "I love you so damned much!
Thanks, Honey.  That felt marvelous.  Almost as good as taking you in my
mouth.  That was Sue.  As you probably guessed, we have to get dressed.  You
know something?  This business of going around nude is really a great idea.
This way there's no risk of one of Susan's friends accidentally sitting on a
bra or a pair of your shorts."  She kissed him again.  "Kenneth Stark, I would
send your picture in to "Playgirl" except I want to keep you all for myself.
Yum!  Come on.  Let's get dressed."

When the door opened a few minutes later, Kathy was wearing her favorite
Levi's and a Yale golf shirt.  Ken was wearing a pair of tan poplin pants with
a golf shirt.  They were drinking coffee in the kitchen when the kids came in.
They recognized Jeff Fuller, but his was the only familiar face.

When Susan introduced the group, Ken noticed that Jeff was embarrassed to
shake hands.  Ken figured the poor guy was far more shook up about caressing
Susan's breast than she was -- or he and Kathy were.  It was also obvious that
Susan was the spokeswoman for the group.

"Mom and Dad, we've got a problem.  We just got word a couple of days ago that
we can't have a spring prom this year.  Or it appears we can't.  Because of
the budget cuts, they can't be sure teachers will be available to chaperon.  I
guess they get paid extra or something.  Then there's the problem of paying
the janitors, hiring a band and all that stuff.  We want the prom badly.  Can
you help us?"

Kathy asked, "What exactly do you need?  How many chaperons, for example?"

Susan looked around at her friends.  They just shrugged.  It was obvious they
hadn't thought about it in any detail.  "I guess the answer is, Mom, we don't
know."  Susan looked abashed.

"How about the hall?  Do you use the gym?  How much do the janitors cost, and
would the school charge for the use of the gym or just for the janitors and
the District's out-of-pocket costs?"  It was clear to Kathy they didn't know
the answer to that question either.  Rather than embarrass the kids further
she went to her office and came back with paper and a pencil.

"Sit down, kids.  Ken," she asked with a smile, "Could you take care of
refreshments?"  Jeff Fuller got up to help.  He accompanied Ken to the
kitchen.  Ken got out Coke and munchies and Jeff helped carry them out.
Kathy's grocery buying habits had changed significantly since Susan arrived.

Ken looked on in some amusement as Kathy proceeded to organize their dance.
The students just looked at her in awe.  From a very puzzling problem, in no
time everything was on track.  After Kathy made assignments to each of the
kids, they got up to leave.  One girl, Linda, said, "Mrs. Stark, aren't you
Katherine Smith...  I mean before you got married?"

"Yes, Linda, I'm Kathy Smith Stark.  I'm flattered you recognized me."

The girl's eyes widened in awe.  "Then you're the District Attorney that sent
all those people to jail."  The girl's eyes got bigger still.  "And some
people tried to kill you but you killed them first.  My mother thinks you are
the finest person in Tidewater, Mrs. Stark.  She'll be so impressed when I
tell her I met you.  It's a real privilege.  Thank you so much for all your
help.  Now I feel so much better about the prom.  But what about the band?
Are you sure you can get one?  We don't have any money."

"I'll take care of it," Kathy promised.

	* * *

It was three weeks later.  Kathy had made several phone calls to Sam Stark.
In her first call she asked about Ken and his medal.

"Kathy," the Admiral said, "It's all set.  Ken's getting the Navy Cross along
with the Purple Heart.  DOD is trying to get its collective act together to
figure out where and when to make the presen tation."

"Dad, I have a wild idea.  Susan's school is in Virginia Beach, as you well
know.  Now there are thousands of military families in the school district.  I
think Susan estimated over half her class are military brats.  We haven't been
shooting at anyone in a serious way for a very long time, and we forget how
fast things change.  Now Ken will be getting medals for events that took place
in 1975.  Dad, the high-school kids in that school ranged in age from about
five to just born in 1975!

"My idea is this:  Could we borrow the Navy Band to play at the prom?  Get the
Secretary of Defense or Secretary of the Navy, or whoever will be making the
presentation to come down and make the award at the dance?  I know it's far
out.  But look at it this way:  One of the biggest problems the Armed Forces
face is retention.  Many of your best people are leaving for civilian jobs.
Now think about the real careerists:  These are the people whose sons and
daughters are in Susan's class.  Twenty-year-olds don't have children of high-
school age.  If their kids have no sense of what their fathers are doing, why
should the families put up with the garbage?  Dad, the other night -- between
attempts at making a grandchild for you and Mom -- I was resting on Ken's
shoulder.  You know what he said?  He said he has it all.  He says he's doing
something important, but what's more important to him, Susan and I think it's
important.  He says we do everything to try to make his life easier.  Dad, he
said, 'If every family was as supportive as this one, there would be no
retention problem.'

"Let's face it!  We bugged out of Vietnam.  We sure didn't cover ourselves
with glory, particularly in the way we left.  These kids know nothing about
it.  Some of them do know their dads are still bitter about it but don't
understand why.  They really have no conception of what was going on back
then."  She took a breath.  "Dad, that's my idea.  Is it completely crazy?"

"My daughter isn't crazy," Admiral Stark said.  "It even makes sense.  You
want the Navy Band and SecDef for an evening.  It just might be possible.
Anything else?"

"Yes, Dad, there is.  First, how's Mom?" Kathy replied.

"Getting younger every day!  My God, if our whole life together had been like
the last year or so, Ken would have so damn many siblings we would have had to
number them.  Kathy, I really don't know what to say.  But the quick answer
is, she's great."  He laughed.  "She says it's regular protein injections!
Honey, could I make a confession?  I was... fooling around with a younger
woman.  In fact, over the years there were several.  I guess I got pretty
egotistical about my physical condition.  Well, your mother is in better shape
than any of them, and I've been working out secretly to try to keep up with
her.  Does that answer your question?"

Kathy was grinning as he spoke.  "It sure does!  Dad, don't you think Mom
would like to get a new evening gown?  Then you and she could help chaperon.
Can you possibly imagine a little high- school kid getting fresh with a four-
star admiral?  Besides, I think his parents would like to see their son
receive his awards.  What do you think?"

"Honey, I think it's a wonderful idea!  Let me see what I can do."

	* * *

The prom was set for late April and Kathy had been working with the kids and
the school adminis tration.  Finally the Board of Education had given
permission to invite the faculty with the understanding that their attendance
was voluntary, not a professional assignment.  It was another way of saying
any faculty members attending would not be paid.

Admiral Stark had lined up the Navy band from the Naval Base at Norfolk and
Kathy kept her fingers crossed that the arrangements for the award ceremony
would work.  When the arrangements were complete, she talked to the school
principal, Mr. Whitaker.  She told him about the award ceremony and the fact
that the Secretary of Defense would be present: "Mr. Whitaker, it's strictly
up to you, of course.  Perhaps you would feel better if you checked with the
Board of Education.  However, the Secretary will be here and I think it would
be appropriate if someone in authority at the school greeted him.  The whole
presentation is set for ten o'clock.  What do you want to do?"

Whitaker called the Superintendent of Schools who in turn called the president
of the Board of Education.  It was finally decided that the Board president
and the principal would attend.  Kathy reviewed the list of chaperons with
Whitaker when the guest list had been settled.  She and Ken were coming, along
with Bob and Jane.  Jane had made arrangements to have a nurse for Billy.
Sandy and Jack Castle would also be there, along with Admiral and Mrs. Stark.
Finally, Kathy called a couple of friends on the newspapers and at the TV
stations.  She told them, very much off the record, that the Secretary of
Defense would be at the high school in Virginia Beach and gave them the date,
time, and some details, omitting Ken's award.  They appreciated the call.

	* * *

It was agreed that Sam and Betty would meet them at the apartment.  On the
evening of the prom Susan was finishing her dressing and looked magnificent in
a white full-length gown.  Kathy's was similar, but its color was the
sapphire-blue of her eyes.  Ken was wearing Navy full-dress.  Kathy looked at
him and put the final touches on his bow tie.  "Darling, I love you so much,"
she murmured.  "Kiss me, please?"  Ken took his wife into his arms and kissed
her tenderly.  She snuggled up to him and murmured, "Ken Stark, you are the
best thing that ever happened to me.  I adore you, you know."

Ken ran his hand lightly over her exposed back and shoulders and thought again
of his good fortune.  She was all a man could ever hope for and he said that
to her.  She gave him a squeeze.  "Honey, for the occasion, I'm even going to
wear lipstick.  Do you think I'm going to the dogs?"  Ken marveled at how
beautiful Kathy always looked.

Just then Susan came in and stood in front of her father.  "Dad, do I look all
right?  Do you think Jeff will think I'm pretty?" she asked with concern
showing in her eyes.

"Sweetheart, what do you think of the way your mother looks?" he replied.

Susan glanced at her mother.  "Mom?  Mom is an absolute vision!  But she
always is," Susan replied.

"Then stand next to her at the mirror."  Susan did and showed, in rapid
succession, shock, amazement, and then pleasure.

"But, Dad, I look almost like she does!" Susan exclaimed.

"We've been telling you that, Sweetheart, but you haven't been paying
attention.  And, we love you so dearly.  Susan, you make your mother and me
very proud to have you as our daughter.  Will you give me a kiss?"  She did,
and it was sweet and loving.

Just then the doorbell rang.  It was the senior Starks.  When Ken opened the
door, he was genuinely shocked.  The radiant woman standing there appeared to
be his own age.  His mother just grinned as Ken stood there open-mouthed.
Then she said, "Kenneth, you're really embarrassing your father and me.  We
thought we'd trained you better than to stand in front of guests with your
mouth open."

"But, Mom, you're gorgeous!  You're absolutely radiant!  And you don't look
old enough to be Susan's mother, let alone mine."

The Admiral was positively beaming.  "I'm going to embarrass your mother, Ken.
Last week she was told by a young gynecologist to be sure to stay on the Pill.
Otherwise we might have grandchildren older than our own children.  What do
you think?"

Betty was wearing a very pale grey evening gown that set off her grey eyes
which were now dancing with joy.  She had a light tan and, like his girls, her
gown was strapless showing off her perfect skin.  "Do I pass, dear?" she asked
him quietly.  For answer, he gathered her into his arms.

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