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The Bucket List
by Submissive Romantic 
(submissiveromanticone@gmail.com)
edited by Michael-Leonard

***

This is the story of a young man and the journey he 
undertakes in order to help his uncle fulfill his 
bucket list. (MFF, v, 1st, oral, rom)

***

Prologue:

It was a cloudy, cool, and windy morning. John and 
MaryAnn stood grieving, as the coffin of Joe Taylor 
was lowered into the ground. John was going to miss 
his demanding, strong willed, adventurous and loveable 
Uncle. For more than a year he had lived with and 
worked for Uncle Joe. 

It had been part of the deal he had accepted. In 
return for being named his sole heir, John would have 
to help him complete the ten items listed on Uncle 
Joe's, 'Things to do before I die', list. Or as Uncle 
Joe put it, "before I kick the bucket." There had been 
one further stipulation that he had to agree to; John 
would have to complete the bucket list with him.


-= Chapter 1 =-

At the age of 28, John Baker was a loner. He went to 
work every day in the accounting department of a small 
manufacturing company. His primary responsibility was 
to enter invoices received into the computer and pay 
them when they were due. It was a dead end job with 
almost no possibility for advancement, but for John 
that didn't matter. He had no ambition, no drive to 
climb the corporate ladder. As long as they paid him, 
provided a couple of weeks of vacation and a few other 
benefits, he would be loyal to the company and do his 
job the best that he could. 

Every day at five o'clock, he would get into his six-
year-old Chevy and drive home to his apartment. He 
would make himself a can of soup or a sandwich and 
settle onto the couch for a night of watching TV. 
After the ten o'clock news he would shut the TV and 
get ready for bed. In a word, John's life was boring.

John wasn't a bad looking guy. He was 5'7", 135 
pounds, with a rather slim almost petite build. He had 
brown hair and brown eyes. He dressed conservatively, 
as was his nature. His clothes were always cleaned and 
pressed. He was the kind of guy that never stood out 
in a crowd. The guy that always got overlooked or 
ignored. He was shy around women, primarily because 
growing up no girls were ever interested in him, so he 
never developed the skills or the confidence to 
interact with the opposite sex. Naturally, he was a 
virgin.

His parents had died in a car accident five years ago. 
He had no brothers or sisters and knew of only one 
living relative, his Uncle Joe. He had never met Uncle 
Joe. His mother had once told him that Joe was her 
only brother, that he had left home at eighteen to 
join the Navy and see the world. She had told him that 
they hadn't seen each other since he had left home and 
that the only contact they had with each other was 
their annual exchange of Christmas cards, in which she 
would update him on the family news.

She had no idea where he was living. His mailing 
address was a PO Box in Los Angeles; but she had been 
told that the mail was always forwarded elsewhere. 
That's why it was such a shock when John came home one 
day to find an envelope sent certified mail from 
Joseph Taylor, Los Angeles, California. In the 
envelope were a one-page letter and a one-way first 
class airplane ticket to Los Angeles. The letter was 
short and to the point:

	Dear John,

I require your presence at my beachfront estate in 
Malibu. Enclosed you will find an airplane ticket. A 
car will be waiting for you when you arrive. I have a 
proposal for you that I believe will be to our mutual 
benefit.

 Sincerely,

 Uncle Joe

The next day John went into work as always. When his 
supervisor arrived, John asked to take a week of 
vacation. He apologized for the short notice, but he 
had to fly to Los Angeles the following Monday because 
of a family emergency. Although annoyed, his 
supervisor granted his request because John never 
caused any trouble and was a hard worker.

John made arrangements to stop his mail and newspaper, 
let his neighbor know he would be gone for a week, and 
arranged for a ride to Newark Airport on Monday 
morning.


-= Chapter 2 =-

The flight to LA was wonderful. John had only flown 
one other time. He had been stuck between two fat men, 
who both reeked of smoke and booze, and had talked to 
one another as though he wasn't even there. In first 
class he had been served a real breakfast, consisting 
of a cheese omelet, fresh fruit, toast, and coffee. He 
even had a real knife and fork. After breakfast he had 
watched a movie and was able to take a nap before his 
arrival. 

After his departure from the plane, on his way to 
claim his bag, he saw a uniformed man holding a sign 
with his name on it. 

"I'm John Baker."

"Very good, Mr. Baker; I'm Bart, Mr. Taylor's personal 
driver. Let me have your claim ticket and I'll 
retrieve your bag."

John followed him to baggage, and upon identifying his 
suitcase, Bart reached in and took it off the belt.

"Follow me; Mr. Taylor doesn't like to be kept 
waiting."

Bart led him to a black stretch limousine, held opened 
the back door, and he got in. After placing his bag in 
the trunk, Bart got in the driver's seat, leaned back 
and said,

"Help yourself to anything from the bar."

They drove in silence for about an hour. John felt the 
car slow down and then turn into a driveway, wait for 
the security gate to open, and proceed up the driveway 
to the front of a magnificent house. He was dropped 
off at the front door, which was opened before John 
had a chance to search for the bell.

"Hello Mr. Baker. Please follow me, Mr. Taylor is 
expecting you."

He followed the butler to the back of the house and 
out onto a large patio. The view of the Pacific Ocean 
was spectacular.

"Hello John, I hope you had a pleasant journey."

A man dressed in only a bathing suit, rose from a 
lounge chair and walked over his hand extended. He 
appeared to be about fifty years old, with brown hair, 
graying at the temples, about 6' tall with an athletic 
build and a deep tan.

"I'm your Uncle Joe; I'm so glad you decided to come."

"Hello Uncle Joe. I've heard my Mom talk about you; 
it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Yes, well, it's entirely my fault that I never met 
you before. I'm afraid in my younger days I was a 
workaholic and could never tear myself away from my 
business. Later, I felt that I no longer had the right 
to enjoy the company of my family."

"I'm sure you would have been more than welcome."

Uncle Joe replied with a water-under-the-bridge wave 
of his hand, and said, "Please come with me, we can 
talk in the library. Can I have James get you 
anything?"

"No thank you, I'm fine."

They entered the house and walked down a hall to a 
grand circular room with bookshelves lining the walls 
and large windows facing the ocean. A massive desk 
stood in the center of the room with two guest chairs 
in front of the desk. Joe seated himself in one chair 
and John took the other.

"John, I never beat around the bush; I have a 
proposition for you. I have cancer and the doctors say 
I'm dying. I have to get my affairs in order quickly. 
As you can see, I've made a lot of money in my life 
and I would like to rewrite my will before I die. I 
also have a list of things I'd like to do before I 
die. I've spent too much time making money as opposed 
to living my life to the fullest. So here's my 
proposition to you; if you will stay here with me and 
help me do all the things on my list, I will make you 
my sole heir. All that I have will be turned over to 
you -- the houses, the cars, the stocks and bonds -- 
everything. The only stipulation will be that you join 
me and do everything that I do."

I just sat there, too stunned to speak.

"I know this is a big decision for you; why don't you 
think about it tonight and let me know your decision 
tomorrow. I'm sorry that I can't stay with you today; 
I have to fly out to a meeting, but I'll be back to 
join you for breakfast tomorrow. In the meantime, make 
yourself at home; after all, this may be all yours 
soon. James will show you to your room. I've left 
instructions for the cook; your dinner will be served 
at 8 o'clock."

We stood, shook hands, and I left the room. James was 
there and led me up the sweeping spiral staircase to 
the second floor and to my room. The room was bigger 
than my apartment; the furniture majestic, especially 
the four-poster king sized bed. James then excused 
himself, saying that he had to attend to Mr. Taylor.

After he closed the door, I stood in the center of the 
room, momentarily overwhelmed by its grandeur. 'What 
should I do?' I spotted my bag inside the walk in 
closet. 'Unpack.' 

The meager contents of my bag looked lost inside the 
closet and the drawers of the furniture. I walked into 
the bathroom with my toiletry bag. There was a 
whirlpool tub and a large shower, each big enough for 
two people. On one side of the room was a cabinet that 
took up the entire wall, with two sinks, a marble 
counter top and, above that, a wall-to-wall mirror.

Now that I had all my things all put away I thought, 
'now what?' 

'That patio sure looked inviting, maybe there's a pool 
back there as well.'

I had thought to bring a bathing suit so I changed 
into that, threw on a tee-shirt and made my way back 
downstairs and out to the patio. Sure enough, on a 
lower level of the patio, there was a large pool and a 
hot tub. The water from the pool appeared to flow 
right over the edge and out of sight. I eased myself 
into the pool; the water was refreshingly cool, but 
not cold. I swam a few laps, floated on my back for a 
while and then walked over to the stairs and out of 
the water. When I reached the level where Uncle Joe 
had been sitting, I found a young woman holding a 
towel and an iced tea.

"Hello, Mr. Baker; James told me you were in the pool, 
he thought you'd like an iced tea. I brought you a 
towel as well."

"Thank you, that was very nice of you."

I could feel myself getting warm; I knew from 
experience that I must be blushing.

"You very welcome. My name is MaryAnn. If you need 
anything else just ask."

She turned and walked back to the house. I stood there 
enjoying the view. She was about my height, maybe an 
inch or two taller, had a very nice figure and a full 
head of blond hair. She appeared to be a few years 
younger than me. I would have liked to talk to her 
more, to get to know more about her. I wondered if she 
worked for Uncle Joe; was she a maid, the cook, or 
maybe his personal assistant?

I spent the rest of the afternoon out by the pool, 
sometimes in the sun, sometimes in the shade, or when 
I needed to cool off, doing laps in the pool.

'This is the life,' I thought, and realized that it 
could be mine if I agreed to Uncle Joe's proposal.

Later that afternoon, I went back to my room, 
showered, and dressed for dinner. I roamed the house 
just to see how big it was. There were six bedrooms on 
the upper floor, a couple of which were behind closed 
doors. On the main floor were a formal living room, 
and dining room; the kitchen with a large breakfast 
area off to one side; the library, two public area 
bathrooms, and a large game and family room. On the 
lower level, there appeared to be a couple of rooms 
for the help; a fully equipped gym with a separate 
room covered in mats, with a speed bag on the wall and 
a heavy bag hanging from the ceiling; and the entrance 
to a four-car garage. 

On my self-guided tour of the house, I ran into James 
and Betty, the cook. I really wanted to see MaryAnn 
again, but she was nowhere to be found.

I settled back into a very comfortable chair in the 
family room and watched a little TV. I must have dosed 
off, because suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. 

"I sorry to wake you, Mr. Baker; dinner is about to be 
served."

I didn't realize how hungry I was until I entered the 
dining room and smelled the food being prepared in the 
kitchen. I took a seat at the table, noting that there 
was one other place setting. 

Hearing footsteps, I turned and saw MaryAnn 
approaching the table. I stood and waited for her to 
be seated.

"Hello Mr. Baker, I'm so glad you'll be joining me for 
diner this evening."

"Please call me John."

"OK, John. Did you enjoy the pool?"

"It was heavenly."

James brought in the first course, a small salad with 
a raspberry vinaigrette dressing. It was delicious. 

I finally worked up the nerve to speak to MaryAnn.

"So MaryAnn, do you work for my uncle?"

"Yes, I'm his personal assistant and trainer."

For the first time I took a closer look at her. 
MaryAnn was broad shouldered and her arms appeared to 
be well muscled, but not like a body builder; she 
certainly appeared physically fit.

"Yes, I found the gym downstairs while I was touring 
the house. Very impressive."

"Thank you, I set it up myself."

"My uncle appears to be in excellent shape. I assume 
that has a lot to do with you?"

"I can't take all the credit, he was already in good 
shape when I began working with him. Maybe you'd like 
to join us sometime, I'm sure Mr. Taylor would like 
that."

"Well, you've already seen that I'm not very 
physically fit. I really never got into that sort of 
thing, I was never good at sports. You obviously are 
in great shape."

I felt myself blush again, when I realized what I had 
said.

"Thank you, again. I was always into some sort of 
physical activity when I was growing up; gymnastics, 
swimming, and aerobics. When I went to college I 
studied the kinesiology and took other courses so I 
could get my personal trainer license."

James brought out the main course: filet mignon, a 
baked potato and steamed broccoli. The steak was 
tender, juicy and delicious. 

I watched MaryAnn as she ate. She really was 
beautiful. I glanced down at her left hand; she wore 
no ring. Maybe... no! What would a beautiful young 
woman like her want with a dull, boring, nobody like 
me? Then again, if I said yes to Uncle Joe... maybe 
then she would take an interest in me.

When we were finished with the main course, James came 
back asking if we wanted dessert. We both declined, 
but did say yes to coffee.

Our conversation was pleasant; it certainly was easy 
for me to talk to her. Finally at 10:00, James came in 
to clear the rest of the dishes. MaryAnn looked at her 
watch.

"Oh my, it's late; if you will excuse me, I have to 
turn in, I have an early day tomorrow. If you want to, 
you are more than welcome to join me in the gym, I'll 
be there by 6AM."

"I'm afraid I've never tried anything like that 
before."

"Don't worry, I can teach you. Please join me."

How could I say no to those blue eyes and that 
dazzling smile? "All right, I'll be there." 

We both stood and walked upstairs to our bedrooms. I 
noted that her room was one of the two rooms that I 
had seen earlier in the day with the door closed. I 
assumed that the other belonged to my uncle.

"Good night MaryAnn, it was a pleasure meeting and 
dining with you."

"Good night John, I'll see you tomorrow."

We each entered our room and closed the door. I 
quickly shed my clothes, put on a pair of boxers to 
sleep in, brushed my teeth, and settled into bed. I 
set the alarm for 5:30 and shut the light. I dreamed 
of MaryAnn.


-= Chapter 3 =-

The alarm went off at 5:30; it was still dark outside. 
I was tempted to roll over and go back to sleep, but 
then I remembered that I was going to meet MaryAnn in 
the gym. I jumped out of bed, dressed and was on my 
way to the gym by ten minutes to six. When I got to 
the gym, I heard the steady thudding sound of a person 
running on a treadmill. There she was, dressed in a 
tank top, gym shorts and running shoes. She looked 
great; there didn't seem to be an ounce of fat on her. 

As I walked in, she must have seen my reflection in 
the TV monitor, because without turning or breaking 
stride she said, "Hi John, I'm glad you decided to 
join me. I set up the other machine at a medium walk 
to start; just press the green button and start 
walking."

I did what she said and soon I was walking at a 
comfortable pace. Every once in a while I would sneak 
a glance over at her. Her top was wet with sweat and 
clung to her shapely breasts. I felt myself beginning 
to get aroused and turned my head back, chastising 
myself. After about a half an hour, she started her 
cool down and told me how to do it on my machine. I 
was only too happy to.

"OK that's enough of cardio; press the red button. Now 
we'll start you off on some of the circuit machines."

'Great,' I thought to myself, 'here's where I really 
embarrass myself.'

MaryAnn set up the first machine for two-arm curls 
with ten pounds.

"I want you to do twelve reps and then let the weight 
back down and rest. I'll be working on the other side 
of the room with the free weights." 

I got myself into position and began the exercise. It 
was pretty easy.

"Slow down, it's not a race; the key is to use good 
form. If the weight seems too easy, reach down and 
change it to twenty."

I did what she said, and after changing the weight, 
did my next set. It was harder this time.

"Good, keep it up, when you're done rest a minute, 
then do your third set."

I started my third set, when I reached the last curl, 
I had to strain a little but I got it up.

"Great, John; wait a minute and I'll set you up on the 
next machine."

I stood up and turned around to watch MaryAnn as she 
completed her curls. 

'Holy shit,' I thought to myself, 'look at her arms, 
they must be twice the size of mine.'

Now I had mixed feelings about working out with her. I 
felt so inadequate; she wasn't much bigger than me, 
yet she was lifting at least three times the amount of 
weight. But it was also exciting to watch this 
obviously powerful, beautiful, and sexy woman go 
through her workout. 

When she was finished, she set up a machine she called 
the lat pull.

"I want you to do the same thing; do twelve reps, then 
rest. If the weight feels too light add another ten 
pounds and repeat the reps for the last two sets. I 
started you off with thirty pounds."

I reached up, grabbed the bar, sat on the bench and 
began my reps. MaryAnn reached over and spread my 
hands a little wider and said, "Good; keep it up 
you're doing great. I'll be on the bench press."

Again I felt I was able to add another ten pounds. 
When I completed my third set, I looked over at 
MaryAnn. I'm sure my jaw would have hit the floor if 
it wasn't attached. There she was on her back pushing 
the bar up until her arms almost locked. Each movement 
was slow and deliberate. I could see the number 
twenty-five written on the side of each plate. There 
were three of those plates on each side of the bar. 
She was lifting one hundred fifty pounds and she 
seemed to be doing it easily. 

When she was done and had re-racked the weights, I 
said, "Wow that was amazing, that was one hundred 
fifty pounds."

"You forgot to add the bar, that's another twenty five 
pounds."

She began her third set as I watched. I could feel my 
cock becoming erect; she was really turning me on. I 
was so taken by her raw power that I didn't realize 
just how evident my excitement was. When she finished 
her third set, she sat up, and looked in my direction. 
I saw her eyes drop to the front of my shorts and a 
smile crossed her face.

I suddenly realized what she was looking at and turned 
to face away from her. I must have turned scarlet from 
embarrassment.

"MaryAnn, I'm so sorry."

"John, there's nothing to be sorry about. Its natural 
and it's rather flattering. Thank you for the 
compliment." 

"But...."

"Don't think you're the first that I've turned on 
during my workout. When I was in college, I used to 
work out in the school gym; I can't tell you how many 
times I saw some of the guys staring at me as I did my 
workout; most of them were trying to hide their 
erections as well. Besides," she continued smiling, 
"from what I could tell from here, you don't have 
anything to be ashamed of in that department."

She led me through the rest of the circuit, showing me 
how to do each exercise, starting me out with a 
specific weight and asking me if I wanted to increase 
it. 

When we reached the end she said, "John, you did 
really well for a beginner. Do you see the chart on 
the wall? I'll write all your weights under each 
machine, this way you'll be able to start each 
exercise on your own. Now go upstairs, take a shower 
and be down for breakfast at eight. I think Mr. Taylor 
will be joining you."

"Aren't you going to be eating with us?"

"No I've got some more work to do down here."

Disappointed I headed up to my room. I had momentarily 
forgotten about Uncle Joe and his proposal. 

After this morning, I knew what my answer was going to 
be.


-= Chapter 4 =-

"That's wonderful, I'm so pleased that you have 
accepted my proposal. I'll have the paperwork drawn up 
immediately".

"Uncle Joe, I'm going to go back home. I have to give 
my boss at least two week's notice."

"Ah, that would be the normal procedure; very 
commendable in fact, if I wasn't the sole stockholder 
of the company. I'll call the company president and 
let him know that you will be working directly for me; 
that should take care of that problem."

"What about my apartment, my things, the mail; I have 
to go back to take care of everything?"

"I'll have everything taken care of from here. Your 
personal effects will be moved here; you'll have no 
need for your furniture. We can forward all your mail 
here. Anything else?"

I couldn't think of anything.

"Great, then it's settled. I understand that you met 
MaryAnn. What do you think of her?"

"She's amazing; beautiful, unbelievably strong, and 
very nice."

"Good, I'm glad you approve, you and she will be 
seeing quite a lot of one another in the next twelve 
months. Since, technically you are on vacation this 
week, I'll give you this week off as well. You'll 
start Monday morning. In the meantime, I would like 
you, if you don't mind, to work out with us every 
morning. A strong body is just as important today as 
an intelligent mind. Now if you'll excuse me, I have 
some things to take care of. Please stay and finish 
your breakfast."

He rose from the table and left the room. My head was 
still spinning. 'What have I gotten myself into?'

I finished my breakfast, thanked James, stuck my head 
into the kitchen and thanked Betty, and went outside. 
I looked out over the beach. There were people 
jogging, walking their dogs, or just standing admiring 
the view. I decided that since I was on vacation, I'd 
join them. 

I walked to the back of the property, slipped off my 
sneakers, descended the stairs to the beach, and 
strolled directly to the water's edge. The surf was 
calm and there was a light breeze. 'This must be 
paradise,' I thought, turning back toward the house, 
making note of what it looked like. I began walking 
the shoreline, greeting people as they passed me by 
from the other direction. I walked north for what 
seemed like an hour and then turned and headed back 
towards the house. During my walk the same thought 
kept going through my head, 'I wonder what Uncle Joe 
is going to have on his list?'

When I got back to the house, I found MaryAnn sitting 
in a lounge chair by the pool. Her bathing suit was 
practically non-existent, her body a testament to all 
the hard work she obviously put in at the gym.

From behind her dark sunglasses, she greeted me as I 
approached.

"Hi John, you're just in time. Would you mind putting 
some sunscreen on my back?"

Without waiting for my response, she flipped over onto 
her belly, reached around, and unfastened the clasp of 
her top. From the nape of her neck to the tip of her 
toes, the only piece of material covering that 
magnificent body was a string around her waist 
attached to one that seemed to disappear between her 
butt cheeks.

My hands were shaking as I sat on the edge of the 
chair, reached down to retrieve the bottle of 
sunscreen, and squirted some on her back. She squealed 
as the cool lotion hit her hot skin. 

"Make sure you spread it all over; I don't want to 
burn."

Starting from her shoulders, I ran my hands over her 
entire back, carefully spreading the lotion. When I 
got down to her side, I hesitated, her breast, peaked 
out from the pressure of the laying on her stomach. 

"That's it, get my sides as well."

My cock was rock hard by now, causing me a lot of 
discomfort and embarrassment. As my fingers grazed the 
side of her breast I realized that this was the first 
naked breast that I had ever touched. Quickly, I 
switched to the other side and repeated the process. 

"OK, now do my legs please."

I turned, now facing her feet and poured a thin line 
of lotion up one leg and down the other. I marveled at 
the muscle tone of each of her legs as I spread the 
lotion and massaged it in. The sweat was beginning to 
bead up on my forehead as I put the bottle down and 
began to rise from the chair.

"John, wait you're not finished yet; you missed the 
most important part. I don't want my butt to get 
burned. Don't be embarrassed; just think of it as a 
part of my leg."

'Yeah right', I thought, 'you're not seeing what I'm 
seeing.' With trembling hands I poured a thin line on 
each cheek. As I began to spread it around, she flexed 
her glutes; her butt was solid, two perfect handfuls 
of skin and muscle.

"Thank you, John; I really appreciate it. I don't get 
out here much and when I do I have to be real careful 
to avoid burning."

'Not half as much as I appreciated it,' I thought.

"You're very welcome." I picked up her towel and dried 
my hands on one corner. 

"I have to go, will I see you at lunch?"

"No, I have to run a couple errands for your Uncle. 
I'll see you tonight at dinner."

I practically ran through the house, up to my room, 
and closed and locked the door. I ran to the window 
and peaked out. There she was, still on the lounge; 
from up here she looked naked. I ran into the 
bathroom, stripped, and poured some hand lotion into 
my right hand. Grabbing a washcloth, I headed back to 
the window. I began to rub the lotion over my already 
painfully erect cock. 

I'm not saying that I'm porn star-sized; but I am a 
little larger than average at about seven inches. I 
stroked my cock as I gazed down at MaryAnn, 
fantasizing, wishing that I had the nerve to ask her 
out, to have her be my girlfriend, to feel and see 
that magnificent body naked against mine. In my 
already hyper-excited state it didn't take me long 
before I reached the point of no return. With a moan I 
began to cum, spurt after spurt of cum filled the 
washcloth.

"Oh MaryAnn!"


-= Chapter 5 =-

Dinner that night was the first time that the three of 
us ate together. The conversation was interesting. 
MaryAnn looked spectacular dressed in slacks and a 
lace-trimmed blouse; just enough skin was showing to 
hold your gaze. I still wasn't clear as to her 
relationship with Uncle Joe. At times she seemed to be 
more than just an employee; but I guess that comes 
with the fact that she lived under his roof for the 
last several years and sees him practically every 
morning in the gym. I wondered if she knew about his 
health problems. If she didn't know now, she would 
later as his health started to deteriorate.

That subject was never to be spoken about; Uncle Joe 
had given me strict instructions.

"So, John, Did you see anything that interested you, 
today?"

I almost chocked on the food in my mouth. I saw 
MaryAnn smile for a second.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Joe."

"On your walk on the beach this morning; I saw you go 
down there just as I was getting ready to leave this 
morning."

"Oh, the beach. Nothing really stood out, everything 
was just so beautiful."

"MaryAnn, how did your day go today? Did you get 
everything done that I asked you to take care of?"

"The morning was great, very enjoyable," she said as 
she glanced over at me. "I got all of the information 
that you requested and made some inquiries on the 
other business matters. The information is in the 
report on your desk."

"Splendid. Splendid. Well, if you'll excuse me, I have 
a lot of reading to do this evening. I'll see you 
tomorrow in the gym?"

"Yes, I'll be there," rubbing my sore muscles.

"See you then. Good night. Oh, one more thing: John, 
please from now on just call me Joe"

When he left the room, I looked over at MaryAnn and 
asked, "Is he always like this? He never seems to 
relax; he's always on the go?"

"Pretty much. He's been like this ever since I've 
known him. Driven is the best way to describe him."

For the rest of the evening, we talked about our 
tastes in music, films, and sports. We found we had a 
lot in common. The only area that we seemed to be at 
odds was our favorite baseball teams. She was a Dodger 
fan, while I rooted for the Yankees. We kidded each 
other as to which team would end up in the World 
Series.

She was so easy to talk to; I never wanted the evening 
to end.

"I think I'm going to turn in. Tomorrow we'll give 
your arms a chance to heal; we'll concentrate on your 
legs and your stamina. Good night, John. Sweet 
dreams."

"The same to you."

That night I had very sweet dreams indeed, they all 
starred MaryAnn and her beautiful body.


-= Chapter 6 =-

I couldn't wait to get down to the gym the next 
morning. Joe was already running on one of the 
treadmills as I came through the door.

"Hello, Sleepyhead. MaryAnn already has your machine 
set up for you. Just press the green button."

I looked around, "Where is she?"

"She went for a run on the beach; she'll be back 
before you finish your cardio work."

When he was finished, Joe went over to the circuit 
machines; he was doing curls when she returned.

"Good, I see you're both hard at work. How are you 
feeling, John?"

"I little winded, but I'll make it to the end of the 
program."

MaryAnn was dressed in shorts and a tank top, which 
was soaked with sweat. She stood there in bare feet 
with her hands on her hips surveying her two pupils. 

"Come on, Joe; two more, you can do it... that's it, 
yes. Well done."

Joe let the weight down and slumped over the machine, 
smiling.

"Alright John, here comes your cool down."

The treadmill began to level off and slow down; after 
five minutes it stopped.

"Great job, John. Come here, I've got you set up for 
leg extensions; this will strengthen your quadriceps, 
the muscles right here." 

She reached over and rubbed the front of my thigh. 

"You're not going to use a lot of weight because we 
don't want to injure your knees, just give me three 
sets of twelve at this weight." 

While I was doing that, she went over to Joe and 
corrected his form as he did his pull downs. Then she 
went over to the free weights and set up for my next 
exercise.

"John, come here. Now we're going to work on your 
hamstrings and your glutes. It's called a squat. I 
want you to hold on to this bar and make believe 
you're going to sit in a chair. Again we're not 
concerned with the weight. It's more important to keep 
your back as straight as possible and maintain good 
form all the way through the movement. Give me three 
sets of twelve." 

When I was done, she had me walk to the center of the 
room.

"For your final exercise of the day I want you to do 
twenty-five lunges." She showed me the movement first 
with one leg then the other. 

"That's one, give me twenty-four more, and then hit 
the shower."

Joe was working with the free weights, and was just 
finishing up when I completed my exercise.

"Great job, both of you; see you tomorrow."

Joe and I both headed for the door. I glanced back 
just as MaryAnn began doing military presses. I wanted 
to stay just to watch her workout, but Joe threw his 
arm over my shoulder and guided me towards the stairs. 

"It's best that you don't get too worked up and 
involved with her. You're not ready, yet."

Before I could ask him what he meant, he turned and 
ran up the stairs taking two at a time.

'What did he mean by that?'

I spent much of next five days, exercising in the 
morning, lounging by the pool or walking on the beach, 
eating terrific meals with Joe and MaryAnn, and 
wondering what exactly was going to be required of me. 
Right after breakfast on Monday morning I got my 
answer.


-= Chapter 7 =-

"Well, John, are you ready to start your assignment?"

"Absolutely!"

"That's the spirit. Here's a copy of my list."

"Joe, there's only one thing listed on here."

"Yes, I know. I thought it would be more exciting for 
you if I surprised you with every item. I want to do 
them in a particular order, so this is my way of 
controlling that aspect of this quest."

I looked back down at the paper, Number 10 - Hot Air 
Ballooning in Sedona, AZ.

Right off the bat he had picked something that would 
be a problem for me; I was afraid of heights.

"Joe, when would you like to go?"

"Make arrangements for this weekend. Book a hotel for 
Friday and Saturday nights; we'll fly in and out in my 
company plane."

"Yes sir."

"If you have any problems, see MaryAnn. You can use 
the desk in the study. I'll be back by Thursday."

With that, he stood and walked out of the library.

My first task was to find the study. I had to ask 
James. He led me towards the front entrance, stopped 
and opened the door to a relatively small room 
containing two desks, a couple of chairs and lined 
with two-drawer filing cabinets with countertops. Each 
desk had a computer and monitor. There were no 
windows. This room was designed for work; I felt right 
at home.

After turning on the computer, I did a search of Hot 
Air Balloon companies in Sedona, jotting down the 
names and telephone numbers of several of the most 
desirable ones. Next I searched on places to stay, 
again listing several of the higher quality resort 
hotels.

I was just about ready to start making phone calls, 
when I realized that I would need a credit card for 
making reservations. I had to contact MaryAnn. There 
was an employee list taped to the phone. I dialed her 
extension; there was no answer. I dialed the gym and 
waited. On the sixth ring she picked up. 

"Hello, this is MaryAnn."

"Hi MaryAnn, this is John."

"Hi John, what can I do for you?"

"I'm supposed to make reservations for this weekend 
for Joe and me but he didn't leave me his company 
credit card. I'm assuming he would want everything 
carded to his company."

"I can help you with that; I'll be right up. Are you 
in the study?"

"Yes."

She hung up the phone.

A short time later, the door opened and in stepped a 
very wet MaryAnn.

"Sorry, I was in the middle of my workout."

She went to the other desk, pulled out a set of keys 
from the middle drawer, walked over to one of the 
cabinets, unlocked it and took out an envelope. She 
examined its contents, pulled out a credit card and 
handed it to me.

"Whenever you have to make arrangements use this 
card."

As she handed me the card, I noticed the fingerless 
gloves she was wearing.

She saw my inquisitive expression and said, "I was 
working out on the heavy bag when you called. It's a 
great way to combine cardio and strength training into 
one activity. It's also the best way that I know to 
rid the body of stress. You should try it sometime. Is 
there anything else?"

"No," holding up the card, "This is everything that I 
need right now."

"Ok, I've got to get back to my workout. See you 
later."

After she left the room, I sat staring at the door. 
Her scent still lingered in the air. I had seen all 
the 'Rocky' movies and several shows on TV that showed 
boxers working out on the heavy bag and although I had 
never done it myself, I could picture MaryAnn standing 
in front of that bag, her body glistening with sweat, 
her strong, muscular body leaning into each punch as 
the bag swayed from side to side. 

'Wow, calm down boy, you have work to do.'

I made the reservations at the resort, booking a suite 
with two queen-sized beds, with a convertible sofa in 
the main room. Since this was the first time I booked 
a hotel for the two of us, I figured that if Joe 
wanted his own room I would sleep on the sofa bed. He 
hadn't told me his preference.

I had to call several balloon companies before I could 
get a reservation for this weekend. I asked about the 
number of guests in each gondola, and was told that 
the gondola could hold up to eight. I told him that 
this was for a special occasion; he hesitated and gave 
me a price for going up alone. I jumped on that, 
figuring the ride would be more enjoyable if we were 
alone. 

After I hung up the phone I realized that I was done 
with my assignment. I typed up an itinerary, printed 
it, shut down my computer and left the room. I walked 
over to the library and placed the itinerary on Joe's 
desk. 

It was just about noon, so I went to the kitchen. 
Betty was making a delicious looking chopped salad 
with chicken for lunch. I joined MaryAnn out on the 
patio. 

"I have everything booked for this weekend."

"That's great, John."

"I have one question. Do I have to do anything about 
scheduling for the plane?"

"No, Joe will handle that himself."

We talked over lunch. I asked her how she got into 
boxing.

"I've always been athletically inclined. I grew up as 
a tomboy. I enjoyed participation sports more than 
spectator sports. In high school I played volleyball 
and softball. In college, I wanted to concentrate on 
my studies so I gave up team sports and focused 
instead on training my own body. I met a girl there 
who was in fantastic shape. 

"When I asked her how she trained, she told me that 
she took martial arts training and supplemented that 
with boxing, wrestling and weight training. Being 
somewhat of a free spirit, I couldn't handle the 
mental discipline required for martial arts, all the 
bowing and absolute obedience to the trainer. I could, 
however, do the physical training required for boxing, 
wrestling and weightlifting; so that's what I did. She 
and I would train together, spar occasionally and 
wrestle one another." 

"You used to fight one another?"

"Oh yeah, it was a great way to break up the monotony 
of our work outs. I was able to beat her pretty 
regularly at wrestling because I had the advantage in 
height and weight. She normally would get the better 
of me in boxing because of her quickness and agility. 
I remember once, though, when we were boxing, after 
several rounds I was getting the better of her. 

"I had just landed a short right-hand, which should 
have put her on the canvas; the next thing I knew I 
was on my back, looking up at her concerned face. She 
told me later, after apologizing a hundred times, that 
I had stunned her with my punch; that she was in real 
trouble at that moment. Her martial arts training took 
over and she hit me with a spinning back-hand right on 
the jaw and down I went. That was the last time that 
we boxed together. We're still good friends and get 
together once in a while for drinks."

"That's amazing. You know, I don't think I've ever 
been in a fight in my whole life."

"Judging from the condition of your body, I'd say 
that's a good thing. But don't worry, I'll have you in 
fighting shape in no time."

I felt my cock begin to stir with just the thought of 
getting into the ring with her.

'Where was that coming from? I was never interested in 
boxing or wrestling, and certainly never with a 
woman.'

I continued my daily workouts with MaryAnn. I was 
beginning to see results. After almost two weeks I had 
increased my weight by ten pounds on most of the 
machines. I had increased the time, speed and incline 
on the treadmill as well. I was feeling pretty good 
about myself.

Thursday evening, the three of us sat at the dinner 
table.

"I looked over the itinerary for this weekend, John; 
everything looks good. I'm really excited about this."

Excited wasn't exactly the emotion I was feeling; 
apprehensive, nervous and scared were more 
appropriate.

"I am, too."

"Fantastic, I'll call the pilot tonight. We should 
leave here about four tomorrow afternoon for the 
airport."


-= Chapter 8 =-
 
Friday morning started out with our normal workout. I 
tried not to think about what the weekend had in store 
for me. At 4:00 sharp, Bart brought the limo to the 
front and Joe and I left for the airport. By 5:30 we 
were pulling through the gate at the private plane 
area of the Oxnard City airport. We were greeted by 
Dave the pilot, who took our overnight bags and led us 
to the plane. 

"It's a Lear Jet LJ45; isn't it a beauty. I bought it 
in a bankruptcy sale a couple of years ago. Had the 
interior reconfigured; now it seats only four people 
plus the 2 crewmen. It originally had a seating 
capacity of nine, but I had no use for that many 
seats. Now it has a lot more room, you can really 
stretch out for those overnight trips."

I hadn't counted on this either. I had only flown a 
couple of times and always on big commercial planes. I 
gritted my teeth and followed Joe into the plane. 
Inside it was truly beautiful, with leather seats 
spaced six feet apart, with a center isle that lead 
from the privacy wall, which separated the cockpit 
from the passenger section in the front, to the galley 
and lavatory in the rear.

We sat in the rear two seats of the four seats, all of 
which faced the rear. Joe explained that these seats 
swiveled 180 degrees for conferences. There were also 
two folding tables, which were in the down position on 
the side of the plane. The copilot was finishing his 
final checks as the pilot closed the cabin door. 

"Mr. Taylor, we should be airborne in a couple of 
minutes. The galley is fully stocked. Please fasten 
your seat belts for takeoff."

Five minutes later we were racing down the runway. The 
rumbling stopped, replaced by the low roar of the 
engines, as we climbed to our cruising altitude. After 
a couple of minutes Bill, the copilot, came back to 
let us know we could unfasten our seatbelts. 

"Does anyone want anything from the bar?"

Even though I could have used a drink to calm my 
nerves, I followed Joe's lead and refused.

"It'll be about forty-five minutes to Sedona. We'll 
approach from the north so that you can get a great 
view of the Grand Canyon at dusk. I'll let you know 
when."

"These seats fully recline into beds for long 
flights," said Joe, obviously proud of his company 
toy.

I sat there and marveled at the luxury money could 
buy. I just couldn't comprehend that someday, all of 
this was going to belong to me.

A little over a half hour later, Bill knocked on the 
interior cabin door, 

"We'll be over the Canyon in a couple of minutes."

With seven windows on each side of the plane, we had a 
great view. The Grand Canyon is an awesome sight, the 
colors of the rock walls, the play between the 
sunlight and the shadows, the majestic Colorado River 
at its base, forever etching deeper into the earth, 
all contribute to its grandeur.

Ten minutes later we were landing in Sedona. The sun 
was already setting. The sky was streaked with shades 
of dark blue, red-orange and white. All around us were 
mountains of red rock as our taxi took us to the 
hotel. We checked in, went to our room, and after 
freshening up a bit, we came down stairs for dinner. 

We each had a steak, with baked potatoes and fresh 
vegetables, accompanied by several pints of the local 
craft-brewed beer. A meal truly fit for a king.

"I don't get to eat like this very often at home; 
Betty has been given strict orders from MaryAnn about 
my diet. However, out here with you, what she doesn't 
know won't hurt me."

I thought about that, 'Here was a multi-millionaire; 
who employed these people, and he was more or less 
letting them run an aspect of his life.'

"I know what you're thinking, but they are doing 
exactly what I hired them to do, so how can I 
complain."

After dinner, we went back up to our room. The 
sleeping arrangement question was answered when Joe 
announced, "I claim the bed closest to the windows."

I set the alarm for 4:00 so that we could be ready for 
our 5:00 pickup by the balloon company. When the alarm 
went off, I looked over at Joe's bed, which I 
discovered was empty. Then I heard the shower. I lay 
there until Joe came into the room. With a moan I got 
up, grabbed a clean pair of boxers, and headed into 
the shower. When I was finished and came out back into 
the room, the curtains were drawn back and the 
silhouette of the mountains could clearly be seen in 
the distance. Joe was out on the patio taking in the 
view.

"John, wait until you see this view; I can hardly wait 
for daybreak."

Joe's enthusiasm for life was contagious. Soon I 
forgot all about my fear of heights and could hardly 
wait to be picked up.

Precisely at 5:00, a jeep arrived in front of our 
hotel, and our guide entered the lobby.

"Gentlemen, are you ready for the ride of your life?"

Without waiting for a reply, he turned and escorted us 
to the jeep. We drove a couple of miles to the 
outskirts of town. There we found a large group of 
guests, along with five balloons. Everyone was 
pitching in with the preparations for takeoff. At 
6:00, the first of the balloons left the ground, 
followed every few minutes by another, until all were 
airborne. We were in the last one. 

Our guide and pilot Jesse, proved to be extremely 
knowledgeable about the history of Sedona and skilled 
at maneuvering the balloon. As the sun peaked over the 
horizon, we were blessed with the magnificent sight of 
the four balloons ahead of us, against the background 
of the red rock of the mountains of Sedona. Joe and I 
both had our cameras out taking as many pictures as 
time allowed. 

"Look John, over there is our hotel."

"Yes," I said, holding on to the side, not wanting to 
move more than necessary. The plane ride was one 
thing, in the plane there was structure all around 
you. Here however, there was nothing to keep you from 
falling overboard and down to the rocks below.

Soaring in a hot air balloon is like nothing else. The 
only sounds are from the wind and the occasional burst 
from the blower that maintains the hot air within the 
balloon. Jesse took us up to a height of around 2,800 
feet. The 360-degree panoramic view was incredible. 
When we were outside the city limits he allowed us to 
drop low enough that we could watch the deer and other 
smaller wildlife without their knowledge. Without 
realizing it, I was beginning to feel more 
comfortable. He took us back up to around 1,500 feet 
as we headed to our landing zone. I just couldn't 
contain myself any longer. I gave what could only be 
described as sick war hoop. Joe shouted out as well.

After almost an hour of flight we touched down in a 
large field along with three of the other balloons. 
All of the guests gathered together, sharing their 
impressions and feelings about the adventure they had 
experienced. About fifteen minutes later two large 
jeeps pulled in with the passengers from the other 
balloon, which had drifted slightly off course. When 
we were all together we walked over to the hospitality 
tent that had been erected and had a refreshing 
breakfast of fresh fruit, muffins and champagne. It 
was the perfect ending for our first task.

The company drove us back to our hotel. Joe and I 
walked into the lobby and, over a cup of coffee, 
talked about what to do next. 

"Since we're here for another night, why don't we tour 
the downtown area of Sedona?"

I agreed with Joe, so I had the desk call us a taxi to 
take us. Downtown Sedona (which they actually call 
'Uptown') consists of one main street - about six 
blocks long - with retail shops, art galleries, and 
restaurants and bars. We walked up one side of the 
street and down the other, commenting on what we saw, 
laughing and having a good time. This was a side of 
Joe that I hadn't seen before, and I liked it. We 
grabbed a burger and a beer at the Cowboy Bar and 
Grill. As we were leaving, Joe spotted a pink jeep 
pulling into the driveway across the street and the 
sign on the building, 'Pink Jeep Tours.'

He practically dragged me across the street.

"Come on, let's take the tour."

The next tour that was available was called The Scenic 
Rim/Broken Arrow Tour. We hoped into the jeep, joined 
by a young couple who were here on their honeymoon. 
Soon we were headed out of town and into the back-
country. Our driver/guide pointed out the sights as we 
traveled -- Bell Rock and Cathedral Rock and several 
other red rock formations -- and explained the process 
of their formation. 

Soon we headed off the road and onto dirt trails; we 
ascended 2000 feet to the top of Mogollon Rim. There 
he stopped the jeep and we had a chance to explore the 
area, take some pictures of the spectacular scenery 
and climb out onto the rocks. On the decent back to 
the valley below, our driver took us on a jarring 
twenty-minute journey over large boulders and through 
deep gorges. Finally we were on flat ground again and 
headed back to civilization.

We got back to our hotel around 5:00. While Joe used 
the shower to wash off the sweat and red dust from our 
day of adventure, I sat on the patio and watched as 
the balloons from the evening trip passed overhead. 
The view was almost as good from this angle as it was 
from up there. Then it was my turn to use the shower. 
Later after we dressed, we went to dinner.

"John, I want to thank you for sharing this adventure 
with me." 

"It was my pleasure Joe; I loved every minute of it."

**

Next morning, after breakfast, we took a cab to the 
airport. Dave and Bill had everything all set for the 
return trip. By noon, we were back in Malibu. Before 
heading up to my room, I went to the study, turned on 
my computer and created 'THE BUCKET LIST'. I numbered 
down one side of the sheet from ten to one. By number 
ten I typed 'Hot Air Ballooning in Sedona, AZ.' and 
next to that I typed the word - DONE. I saved my work 
and shut down the computer wondering 'What's next.'


-= Chapter 9 =-

I didn't have long to wonder. At dinner, Joe and I 
told MaryAnn all about our weekend adventure. We were 
both very enthusiastic as we told her about the 
balloon ride. During a lull in the conversation, Joe 
pulled a sheet of paper out of his shirt pocket.

"Here is our next item on the list."

I unfolded the paper and read, Number 9 - Take a Dale 
Carnegie course.

Oh my God, if there was anything that scared me more 
than heights it was standing up in front of strangers 
and speaking. I looked into Joe's eyes; I'm sure he 
could see the panic and fear.

"Set that up for early next week."

He got up out of his chair.

"I assume I'll see you both tomorrow morning in the 
gym," and he left the room.

MaryAnn leaned over and read the note.

"That scares you, doesn't it?"

"More than you could possibly know. In high school I 
had to give a speech in front of my English class. I 
was so bad that I'm sure they were all laughing at 
me."

"Let me look at that again. It doesn't say public 
speaking course; it just says a Dale Carnegie course. 
Maybe there are other courses there that won't be so 
bad. We'll look online tomorrow after breakfast."

"Thanks MaryAnn. You're a life saver."

"Don't thank me now; you can wait until after I work 
your butt into the ground tomorrow morning to thank 
me. I can just imagine what you two guys ate over the 
weekend, and I'm sure neither of you thought to look 
for the gym while you were there."

I just sat there and looked at the table.

"I thought so," she said with a hint of a laugh in her 
voice. "I'll see you in the morning."

That night I had nightmares about standing naked in 
front of a group of women, all looking exactly like 
MaryAnn, trying to explain why I was so out of shape.

When I walked into the gym Monday morning, MaryAnn had 
my workout already programmed into the treadmill. It 
was harder than I had ever done before, but I got 
through it. After his extended warm up, she had Joe on 
the free weights, pushing him to reach new maximums on 
several exercises. 

"Both of you, great job. That will teach you to skip 
your workouts and cheat on your diets. Now get out of 
here."

After breakfast, MaryAnn and I met in the study. We 
looked online and found the Dale Carnegie Training 
site. Looking through the courses I found one that I 
felt would satisfy Joe, one that I could also handle. 
The course name was 'Effective Communication & Human 
Relations/Skills for Success. The course was designed 
to strengthen interpersonal relationships, manage 
stress and handle fast-changing workplace conditions, 
as well as to teach better communication skills, 
problem solving and leadership training, and finally 
to develop a take-charge attitude with confidence and 
enthusiasm. 

The course was offered in 3-day, 8-week or 12-week 
formats. I typed up my report for Joe. I would let him 
decide what would fit best into his schedule.

The next day I found an envelope on my chair when I 
came down for breakfast. Inside was a note that read: 
"Good choice of which course to take. Let's go with 
the eight-week format, we can work that in with Number 
8 - Learn to Dance. Please sign up MaryAnn for this 
one as well."

I handed the paper to MaryAnn.

"Why that dirty stinker! Wait until I get his butt in 
the gym tomorrow afternoon; I'll teach him a thing or 
two."

After breakfast, I went on online and registered the 
three of us for an afternoon dance class, and Joe and 
I for the evening Dale Carnegie course. MaryAnn would 
have to drive herself to the dance class, which was a 
one-hour lesson, then she could have the rest of the 
day to herself. Joe and I would stay in Long Beach for 
the three-hour course that would start at six. It 
would make for a long day but would leave the other 
days free. When I told MaryAnn the plan, she said it 
was fine with her; she could use the time in Long 
Beach to visit with friends.

Dinner was a quiet affair that evening. Even I could 
tell that there was some tension between Joe and 
MaryAnn. I wondered what she meant about the gym in 
the afternoon. 

I expected to be the only one in the gym the next 
morning, but when I arrived MaryAnn had Joe on the 
treadmill. She set me up on the circuit machines, 
increasing the weight on each by another five pounds.

"John, you're doing really well, soon you'll be 
catching up to Joe."

I seriously doubted that, but took the compliment 
anyway. I think it was more of a dig at Joe than an 
accurate statement of my abilities. 

That afternoon, curiosity got the better of me. I 
wandered down to the gym to find out what was going 
on. When I got there, however, I found the door to the 
gym locked. I tried to listen for any signs of 
activity emanating from the room, but there were none; 
I guess the whole area had been sound- proofed. 
Disappointed I turned and went back upstairs.

When I came down for dinner that night, I was told 
that I'd be dining alone. It seemed that both Joe and 
MaryAnn had made other plans for the evening.

I spent a quiet evening watching TV; wondering if I'd 
be alone tomorrow in the gym. The next morning, 
however, MaryAnn was already there, setting the 
treadmill for my workout. Whenever I could I glanced 
in her direction, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. 
I didn't ask and she didn't offer any information 
about what had happened yesterday afternoon, or where 
Joe was this morning. I had to assume that this was 
just another of his mysterious disappearing acts. It 
really wasn't any of my business anyway.

I didn't see Joe for the rest of the week. MaryAnn and 
I had our meals together and we chatted about what we 
thought about taking dancing lessons. Neither one of 
us had ever learned to dance. 

"I had no interest in dancing when I was in high 
school. Most of the boys in my school didn't know how 
to dance, and the ones that did thought of it as 
foreplay."

I burst out laughing when she said that.

"I didn't learn how to dance either. I guess it was 
because it would involve actually holding and talking 
to a girl. That was something that I could never do 
when I was that age."

"Well, I guess we'll both be exploring uncharted 
ground on Monday."

**

Early Monday afternoon, the three of us in two cars 
drove to Long Beach. I was a nervous wreck thinking 
about having to hold a stranger and have her teach me 
how to do something I was sure I'd be terrible at. 
When we got out of our cars, I looked over at MaryAnn. 
I could tell she didn't like this anymore than I did. 

"Come on you two, lighten up; this is going to be 
great," Joe said as he held the door to the studio. 

We signed in with the receptionist and were led to 
dance studio. Inside was our instructor, a beautiful 
red headed woman, about 5'10" in heels; thin with a 
great figure and long nicely shaped legs. 

"Hello! Welcome, my name is Susan, I will be your 
instructor for the next eight weeks. You will be 
learning the basics of eight different dances. Dances 
which have been done by millions of people all over 
the world for, in some cases, hundreds of years. The 
first dance will be the fox trot."

She had us gather in front of her as she demonstrated 
the basic steps. She then took each one of us 
separately and walked us through the steps. I was 
stiff as a board the first time she took my hand in 
hers and placed it on her back, and held my other 
hand. 

"Relax John, no one is going hurt you; start forward 
with your left foot, now walk forward with your right, 
good, step to the side with your left and bring your 
right foot next to the left. Good, that wasn't so 
hard, was it?"

With MaryAnn, she took the lead position, explaining 
that it was the man's role to lead the woman around 
the floor. I could tell that MaryAnn was just as stiff 
as I had been.

After repeating the same steps with Joe, she walked 
over to a table by the wall and turned on the music. 

"Now we will pair off, and we will try it to the 
music. Joe you will be my partner; John, you dance 
with MaryAnn. Ok, assume the position... begin." 

I took her hand in mine and placed my other on her 
back. As I looked into her eyes, all I could picture 
was that first time on the patio, as I put lotion on 
her nearly naked body. 

"Keep to the beat of the music. Good. Smile. Look into 
your partner's eyes. This is supposed to be social 
dancing not torture. Have fun."

I could feel her muscles at first tight with stress, 
slowly relax as I guided her around the floor. I was 
in heaven, holding an angel, totally unaware of the 
rest of the room.

"John, MaryAnn, you've done this before?"

"No," I replied. It was just so easy to dance with 
her. "She must already know how to dance."

MaryAnn just shook her head and looked into my eyes 
and smiled.

"Well you both have done very well with the first 
step; let's go on with some more of the advanced steps 
of the foxtrot."

She showed us how to Promenade, Left Turn, and Box 
Step explaining that each was a step that could be 
used on the dance floor and that the key was to string 
them together to navigate around a crowded dance 
floor. By the end of the hour, both Joe and I were 
leading our partners around the floor.

Reluctantly, we said goodbye and walked out to our 
cars. Without thinking about, I kissed MaryAnn lightly 
on the cheek.

"Thank you, you made it so easy for me today."

"I had a very good partner; thank you for making it so 
much fun. See you tomorrow morning."

She returned my kiss with a short kiss on my lips and 
turned and got into her car and drove off.

"She likes you."

I blushed as only then did I realize that Joe was a 
witness to our exchange. 

"Let's go get something to eat before going over to 
the course."

After dinner we went to where the course was being 
held. I wish I could say that it was as enjoyable as 
the dancing lesson. It was not. The instructor was a 
gentleman about my age, full of energy and exuberance 
to the point of being obnoxious. He went over the 
course outline and had us do various mental exercises 
on how to remember names and facts. We broke up into 
small groups and practiced, introducing ourselves and 
giving and listening for information on which to build 
relationships. I was amazed that before the end of the 
night I had the names and contact information of 
several of the students in the class, both men and 
women. 

'This isn't going to be as hard as I thought.'

As we drove back to Malibu, Joe and I exchanged 
comments on the course and on the day in general. 
After we had exhausted our discussion of the course, 
he steered the conversation to our dance class.

"So John, it appeared to me that you really liked the 
dance class. It looked like you were enjoying being 
MaryAnn's partner."

"What's not to like? She's a beautiful, sexy young 
woman. I was really having a good time. By the way, 
you didn't seem to be shying away from your partner 
either. It looked to me like you were trying to be the 
teacher's pet."

Laughing, "She is rather pretty after all. I don't get 
to meet many beautiful women socially anymore."

I wanted to pursue this further, but I could tell that 
Joe was turning inward and becoming melancholy, so I 
dropped it. 

We got back to the house around ten and went our 
separate ways; Joe to his office in the library, me to 
my room to get ready for bed. 

**

The next morning I met MaryAnn in the gym. After warm-
ups, she pushed me hard on the circuit machines and on 
the free weights. Neither of us brought up the dance 
class. 

"John you're doing really well with your weight 
training, I'm beginning to see some real changes in 
your muscle tone and development. I think in a couple 
of weeks we can start you on my boxing regime. That 
will help you with both cardio fitness and strength."

I left the gym with the image of MaryAnn in shorts and 
a sleeveless shirt pounding away on the heavy bag, 
sweat dripping down her face; a fighting Amazon. By 
the time I got up to my room I needed to take a cold 
shower.

I was alone for breakfast. I assumed that MaryAnn and 
Joe had one of their special sessions and were not 
going to be available until later. I had nothing else 
to do but to sit by the pool and soak up some rays. 
When I got too hot I took a dip in the pool. Life was 
good.

**

For the next several weeks, my life stayed pretty much 
the same. We had our dance classes, and Joe and I 
attended the evening course, which got more 
interesting as it went on. 

One Tuesday morning MaryAnn announced after my warm up 
on the treadmill, that she wanted me to join her in 
what she called the "combat room". I walked into the 
fifteen by fifteen foot room, and there was MaryAnn 
dressed just as I had envisioned her.

"Come here John, let me get you set up with some 
training gloves and pads."

I walked over doing my best to avoid getting an 
erection. After she fit me with the gloves, she 
demonstrated the technique involved in working out on 
the heavy bag. The bag swayed as she hit it with both 
hands.

"Ok John, now I want you to try it. Go easy at first; 
I don't want you to injure yourself by hitting it 
wrong. I'll watch and correct your form as you go."

I began to hit the bag as I had seen her do it. Softly 
at first, as she corrected my form; then with more 
power and increased frequency, I threw punches with 
both hands.

"Good John, just like that. I want you to give me ten 
minutes on the bag."

By the end of ten minutes I thought I was going to 
die. When she shouted, "Time" I leaned over, my hands 
on my knees, sweat pouring down my face.

"That was really good John. See what a great workout 
that gives you. You're done for the day; leave the 
gloves and the pads and we'll do it again tomorrow.

'If I live until tomorrow,' I thought as I made my way 
out of the room and out of the gym. I could hear the 
thuds of her fists pounding away on the bag as I 
headed upstairs. I had a new appreciation as to how 
strong she was, and how good of shape she is in. 

That night I had a very erotic dream, about MaryAnn 
and me, revolving around my new workout regime and 
dancing. I woke up the following morning with an 
erection and very sore arms.

During the remainder of the eight weeks, we learned 
the Cha-Cha, Rumba, Disco and the Waltz. I also made 
it through several impromptu speeches and one-on-one 
communication exercises with members of the group.

I must say that I was rather proud of myself when I 
received my certificate of course completion from Dale 
Carnegie Training. But, I was even more so when, as a 
final assignment, along with our dance instructor, the 
three of us went out to dinner and dancing at a fancy 
restaurant. It felt like my first date with MaryAnn 
and I totally enjoyed it.

When we got home that night, instead of going up to my 
room, I went to my desk in the study, turned on my 
computer and edited my list: Number 9 - Take a Dale 
Carnegie course - DONE; Number 8 - Learn to Dance - 
DONE. 

I updated and shut down my computer. I went to bed 
wondering - 'what's next?'


-= Chapter 10 =-

The next morning when I got up, before getting 
dressed, I checked myself out in the mirror. I could 
see some definition in my chest and arms, I had lost 
any fat that I had around my waist and had put on 
about ten pounds. Soon I would have to get new workout 
shirts because my old shirts were getting too tight. 

'Maybe, just maybe, I could impress MaryAnn with my 
improvement.'

I went downstairs to the gym, MaryAnn was already 
there as usual, but instead of warming up she was 
sitting on the weight bench holding an envelope 
addressed to me.

I already knew what it contained, it was just a 
question how bad it was going to be. I unfolded the 
paper, read it and looked up at MaryAnn,

"He's got to be kidding, I can't do that."

"He's not kidding; he talked to me about it last 
night."

I looked back at the paper again; Number 7 - 
Participate in a Mixed Boxing Match.

I looked into her eyes,

"Not with you, I could never hit you, I won't do it."

"No, not with me, I just have to train the both of 
you. Get warmed up on the treadmill, then come into 
the combat room and we'll start your training."

After I was warmed up, I entered the room and put on 
my wraps and the twelve-ounce gloves that she had out 
for me.

"Today we are going to go over the basic punches, most 
of which you have already been using during your 
workouts on the bag. Let's first take up the proper 
stance. Since you're right handed, your left foot is 
out in front, and you will jab with your left hand, 
throw hooks with your left as well, and use the right 
to throw straight punches, uppercuts and hooks to the 
head of your opponent. This is just like working out 
on the bag except, for one thing, unlike the bag your 
opponent will be defending herself and will be 
punching back."

She stood in front of me wearing headgear and body 
pads while I had nothing, not even a mouthpiece.

When I commented on this, she told me not to worry. 
She was not going to be throwing any punches.

"You're not ready for that, yet!"

For the next hour I learned how to punch with either 
hand, how to double up on my punches, when to throw 
what type of punch. I was beginning to feel pretty 
good about this, that is until MaryAnn hit me with two 
'love taps' on both cheeks. Neither one hurt me, but 
they did get my attention.

"I'm sorry," she said, "I guess I lied before when I 
said I won't throw any punches. I wanted to make a 
point. Your opponent is only going to stay on defense 
for so long before she will try to hurt you. When she 
goes on offense you have to be able to defend against 
her punches. You defend against getting hit by using 
your gloves, your arms, and your shoulders to block or 
deflect her punches, but the most important element of 
defense is movement. It is a lot harder to hit an 
object in motion than it is to hit a stationary 
target. Tomorrow we'll work on movement and defense; 
this time you will be wearing the protective gear. 
We're done for today, take off the gloves and join me 
for a run on the beach."

As we ran up the beach I couldn't help looking over at 
her. She was so awesome, so beautiful and yet so 
deadly. We ran north along the coast for what seemed 
like a couple of miles and then turned around and ran 
back to the house. By the time we finished I was 
sucking wind, while she looked like she could do it 
all over again.

"We are going to have to build up your stamina if you 
are going to go four rounds with an experienced 
fighter. Most people have no idea how physically 
demanding boxing can be. If you're not in top shape, 
you'll be dead meat by the end of the third round. 
Let's go in and shower, change, and then have 
breakfast."

I must have had a look of shock on my face, when I 
turned back towards her.

"Not together, silly." 

She punched me in the arm and ran up the stairs to the 
patio. I walked, my eyes never leaving that 
magnificent butt of hers.

At breakfast, I asked her if she knew who Joe and I 
would be fighting. 

"I've never met them personally. All I know is that 
they are a mother-and-daughter team that owns a gym in 
San Diego. Joe was the one that told me about them and 
he was the one that set this up."

Our training sessions continued for the next three 
weeks. I trained in the morning, and Joe trained in 
the afternoon. One Tuesday morning, MaryAnn told me 
that it was time to begin sparring with one another. 
We were wearing twelve-ounce gloves, headgear, and 
mouthpieces when we met in the center of the room. 

"This is for real, she said, protect yourself at all 
times. We have to determine if you can take being 
punched, some people can't, if you feel that you have 
to quit, don't be a hero, just do it. It's better to 
find out now than on Saturday."

She turned and walked over to the timer on the floor 
near the other equipment. 

"We'll be fighting four, three minute rounds with a 
minute rest between rounds. Good Luck."

The bell sounded and we approached the center of the 
room. We circled to the right, each trying to breech 
the defense of the other. Before I knew what happened 
I was hit in the face with a sharp left jab. 'Boy, she 
is quick.' I regrouped and, trying to remember 
everything she taught me, I continued to move, my 
hands held high, my elbows in. I threw a quick jab, 
which glanced off her glove, then another, then a 
third that landed on her cheek. I paid for that when 
she landed a hard left hook to my side. The punch hit 
with a loud thud. Momentarily stunned, I retreated, 
covering up as best I could. We traded punches for the 
rest of the round. She was landing about twice as many 
punches as I was. The bell sounded ending round one. 
We each retreated to our corner of the room.

"Good first round, John. It looks like you can take a 
pretty good punch. Remember to keep your guard up and 
pull back your jab a little more quickly so that you 
can defend against my right hand."

Round two began the same way round one ended. I scored 
some pretty good shots to her body, but they appeared 
to have no effect. I wish I could say the same for 
hers. About halfway through the round, I made a 
mistake and found myself trapped in the corner. She 
unloaded with both hands to my body, as I covered my 
head and tried to slip away. The pain in my sides was 
intense, but after I blocked one of her punches, I was 
able to hook her arm in mine and spin away. I saw a 
smile flash across her face, and then she resumed her 
attack. I survived the round, but was feeling tired 
and sore.

"Great job getting out of the corner. Keep moving, 
don't let yourself get trapped like that."

'Easy for her to say', I thought as I tried to 
breathe. My body felt like it was on fire.

The bell rang for the third round. I came out a little 
more cautiously than before, trying to protect my 
body, stay away from her powerful body shots and throw 
enough jabs to keep her at bay. Towards the end of the 
round I got hit once again with a hard left hook in 
the ribs. The air rushed out of my lungs and I was 
forced to take a knee. She retreated to her corner as 
she began to count. I looked up at her; the pain in my 
side couldn't mask the lust in my heart for this 
amazing woman. I became aware of the feelings in my 
cock as she reached eight. I stood up, sure that she 
could see the erection in my shorts, but no longer 
caring. I waved her back in, put up my hands and 
waited. Then the bell sounded.

"Great job for your first fight, she said as she took 
off her headgear and gloves, but I think you've had 
enough for one day. We'll do this again tomorrow. 
Let's go rinse off, get a bathing suit and soak in the 
pool."

She helped me remove my gloves, threw her arm over my 
shoulder and led me upstairs to the bedrooms.

"See you in twenty minutes down in the pool."

A quick cold shower, a change into my bathing suit, 
and I was walking down to the pool in fifteen minutes. 
I sat in the pool watching for MaryAnn. When she came 
out the door, I was somewhat disappointed because she 
had on a one-piece swimsuit, the kind that lifeguards 
wear. 

'No suntan lotion today,' I thought ruefully.

"John, you did really well today. You showed me that 
you can take getting hit and that you can defend 
yourself fairly well. We only have three more days to 
work on your defensive skills, I'm worried about you, 
and I don't want you to get hurt. Promise me that you 
won't try to do more than you're capable of. If you 
get hurt, fall down and stay down. I don't know these 
people, they may be nice, or they may be not be so 
nice. Just be careful down there."

I could tell she was really concerned about this. Did 
that mean she had some feelings for me or was she just 
trying to be nice?

"I'll be careful, no heroics; if I get in trouble I'll 
stay down. I still have a lot of work to do around 
here; I can't afford to lose any of my thinking 
ability over this."

We sat in the pool for about an hour. I was feeling 
almost normal again when she announced that she had to 
get ready for her workout with Joe. Reluctantly, I got 
out of the pool as well, and sat in the sun to dry 
off. I was tempted to sneak down to the gym and watch 
her spar with Joe, but somehow it didn't feel right to 
me. He should have his privacy just like he gave me 
mine.

**

For the next three days the routine was the same, spar 
in the morning, soak off the bruises in the pool, and 
rest in the sun.

Saturday afternoon Joe and I boarded the company jet 
and flew to San Diego. Joe rented a car and we drove 
to the North Clairemont section of town. We checked 
into a motel and waited until 8:45 to drive to Kris's 
Gym.

It seemed to be a relatively new building. The gym 
catered to both those locals that were serious 
athletes, and to those just trying to lose a few 
pounds. When we entered the gym, Joe walked up to the 
front desk and introduced us to the woman sitting 
behind the desk.

"Joe, it's a pleasure to finally meet you; and you 
must be John, nice to meet you as well."

She had a firm handshake. I could tell that she was 
older than me by the crow's feet around her eyes, but 
everything else seemed to suggest that she was in 
fantastic shape.

"If you don't mind we have some paperwork to take care 
of before we begin." She took out a couple of 
preprinted forms, liability waivers, that she had each 
of us sign. She also took out a copy of the rules that 
we would be using. They were the same rules that 
MaryAnn and I had been using when we sparred. The only 
exception was that we would not be wearing headgear. 

"Come on in, I'll introduce you to my daughter 
Kristin. Then I'll show you where to change. Joe, you 
and I will fight first." We walked to the back of the 
gym, a sign above the closed door read 'Boxing Room'. 
Another sign taped over the glass window in the door 
read, 'Reserved Private Session, No Admittance'.

'At least I won't have an audience to worry about.'

We entered the room; someone was pounding a heavy bag 
in the corner. It was a young woman, about 25 years 
old. She was tall, about 5'10", and lean, with broad 
shoulders and thickly muscled arms.

"Kristin, come over here and meet our guests."

She moved like a big cat on the prowl.

'Oh Shit, I have to fight her?'

"Kristin this is Joe, and this is your opponent, 
John."

She stuck out her hand and shook ours, holding mine a 
little longer and a little tighter than normal. If she 
was trying to intimidate me, it was working.

Kris took us to the locker room.

"You can change in here. Joe, come into the gym when 
you are ready." 

We changed in silence, Joe looked really focused. 
After he warmed up, he picked up his pads and gloves 
and headed for the door. 

"Wish me luck, John."

"Good Luck Joe, Be careful out there."

"I will; you stay here and concentrate on everything 
MaryAnn taught you. Warm up to a good sweat, I'll see 
you in a little while."

I sat there going over in my mind everything she had 
taught me. The image of Kristin kept entering my 
thoughts replacing that of MaryAnn as I stood in front 
of the mirror warming up. She was not going to show me 
any mercy. Suddenly the door to the locker room opened 
and Joe walked in. 

He had a bump under his left eye and his body was full 
of nasty red bruises. As he sat slumped over in front 
of his locker, there was no need to ask who won. He 
looked up at me, smiled and said, "At least I finished 
on my feet. This was my fantasy, not yours, you don't 
have to do this if you don't want to, I'll 
understand."

"No Joe, I won't quit now. What would MaryAnn think of 
me?"

"Alright, wait for a few minutes and keep loose, I'll 
come out there and be your corner man."

Joe went to the sink, washed his face and put his hand 
on my shoulder.

"I'm proud of you; you've become like a son to me." We 
hugged and left the locker room. 

Kristin was in the ring, gently shadow-boxing. "I was 
beginning to think you weren't going to show up."

"Come on, let's get this over with."

I climbed into the ring; Joe helped me with my gloves 
and gave me my mouthpiece. Kris was the referee. She 
called us to the center of the ring; she went over the 
rules and asked if there were any questions.

We returned to our corner. When the bell sounded, we 
touched gloves and prepared to fight. Noting that she 
had three inches on me and about thirty pounds of 
muscle, my strategy was simple: hit quickly and don't 
get hit in return. I threw several jabs, which she 
blocked easily. I threw a combination off the jab, 
which scored to her body but appeared to do no damage. 

She was content to stalk me around the ring 
occasionally throwing a jab or two, looking to end the 
fight with one punch. Towards the end of the round, 
she thought she had me cornered and threw a right 
lead, which I evaded and countered with a left hook to 
her head that landed with a jarring thud. She 
staggered to her left, hurt, but did not fall. I moved 
in to press my advantage, but before I could do 
anymore damage the bell sounded.

"That was great work out there, John. You almost put 
her down. Be careful this round, she'll be coming out 
firing both barrels."

Sure enough, when the bell rang starting round two, 
she was on her feet charging across the ring. She 
threw three punches to my one. I was able to block 
most of her punches with my gloves and shoulders. The 
ones that did get past my guard hurt like hell, but 
did no real damage. I kept sticking my jab in her 
face, not doing any damage but keeping her off balance 
and away from me. When the bell signaled the end of 
the second round, I turned and headed for my corner. 
Kristin stormed off to hers. Kris walked over to her 
and got into her face. I could hear the exchange but 
not the words that were spoken. Kris was shaking her 
head, while Kristin looked past her and glared at me. 

The last words I heard from Joe as the bell rang were, 
"Stay away from her."

Kristin came out fast once again. I stuck her with my 
jab and practically ran away to the other side of the 
ring. She came at me again and I tried it a second 
time. This time I caught her right on the nose, 
drawing a small trickle of blood. Infuriated she came 
at me a third time. This time I stood my ground and 
hit her with a solid right hand. She stepped back, and 
threw up her hands to cover up. I had hurt her. I 
continued to pound away at her body, trying to bring 
her guard down. But she was in such great condition 
that my punches seemed to have little effect on her. 
When the bell sounded ending the round, I don't know 
which one of us was in more trouble. We both headed 
back to our corner to a much-needed rest and words of 
encouragement.

"That was unbelievable. John, I thought you had her 
for sure. Now just stay away from her and you'll win." 

I had my doubts; my arms felt like lead, I wasn't sure 
that I could stay away from her for another round. All 
too soon, the bell for the final round sounded, we 
both stood came to the center of the ring touched 
gloves and started the last round. For me the round 
was a battle of attrition, I kept backing up throwing 
jabs to keep her away as she pressed forward ever on 
the attack. Just when she would think she had me 
cornered I would reverse my movement to avoid the 
corner and circle the other way. 

'Where's the bell? It's got to be soon.'

Then it happened: she caught me with a left hook to 
the ribs, which sent me reeling into the corner. 
Seizing upon the opportunity, she hit me with lefts 
and rights to the body and my arms dropped to my 
sides. I saw the right coming at my head, but my arms 
would not obey my command. I felt her punch crush the 
side of my face; my legs gave way and I started to 
fall. The last thing I heard before I hit the canvass 
was the bell.

When I regained consciousness, I was flat on my back, 
looking up at three worried faces. Kris held a vial of 
smelling salts under my nose, shocking me back to full 
awareness.

"Are you OK? John, how many fingers do you see?"

"Three, two angels and God himself."

They all broke out in laughter as they helped me to my 
feet. I sat down on the stool in my corner as someone 
gave me a bottle of water.

"John, I'm so very sorry. I don't know what came over 
me. I have never lost one of these fights before and I 
was so frustrated that I was losing that I just lost 
it."

"Don't worry about it Kristin, you're one hell of a 
fighter. If I wasn't so unorthodox or if we fought 
again I'm sure you would knock me out in the first 
round. As it is your record is still perfect."

"What do you mean?"

"You knocked me out in the last round; I lost and you 
won. The rules stated that you could not be saved by 
the bell."

"No you're wrong," Joe said. "The ref ruled that you 
were still on your feet when the bell sounded, 
therefore, there was no knock-down. You won the fight 
three rounds to one."

I looked to Kris, who nodded her head with a smile.

"Come on," Joe said, "let's get you into the shower 
and cleaned up. How am I ever going to explain to 
MaryAnn, all those bruises and that black eye?"

"The same way you're going to explain your black eye." 
I said laughing, holding my side from the pain.

When we had finished our showers and had gotten 
dressed, we headed back to the front desk. The gym was 
deserted by now. The women walked us out of the gym 
into the cool night air. We said our goodbyes and got 
into the car. 

When we got back to the hotel, we both collapsed on 
our beds and slept in our clothes. The next morning, 
two guys wearing sunglasses returned the rental car 
and boarded a private jet headed north.

Bart met us when we landed. He opened the rear door of 
the limo, and there was MaryAnn, looking more 
beautiful than I had ever seen her before.

"I couldn't wait for you to get back." She reached 
over to me and took off my glasses. 

"Ouch," she said, as she leaned over and kissed the 
mouse under my eye.

She did the same to Joe, then turned to me and said, 
"Well, how did you guys do?"

Joe answered, "We were one and one; I lost and John 
won."

On the ride home we reviewed both fights, giving 
special emphasis to the last few seconds of my fight.

"You poor baby," she said rubbing my cheek. "Because 
you won, you can have the day off tomorrow." She 
turned to Joe: "You, I want to see in the gym bright 
and early tomorrow; you obviously need some more 
work."

When we arrived back home, I excused myself and went 
straight to my desk. On my list I entered; Number 7 - 
Participate in a Mixed Boxing Match - DONE.


-= Chapter 11 =-

At dinner that night I expected to find another 
envelope. Instead Joe, MaryAnn and I had a very 
relaxing and carefree meal. The wine flowed freely. We 
laughed about our experience, Joe especially going 
over each round of my fight. He even insisted that 
Kristin was bigger and stronger than MaryAnn, and 
could possibly win in a boxing match. 

"I would pay good money to see that fight, two Amazons 
fighting against one another, with John as the prize."

I think the wine was beginning to cloud his judgment. 
I could see that MaryAnn was beginning to get annoyed.

I tried coming to her rescue, saying, "Hey Joe, 
lighten up. I think maybe it's time we all called it a 
night. If I recall correctly you have a six o'clock 
appointment with an angel."

"You're absolutely correct; good night all."

"Good night, Joe."

MaryAnn turned to me and mouthed 'thank you' and 
headed off to bed. I picked up my wine glass and went 
outside.

I sat on one of the lounge chairs and looked up at the 
stars. Something was going on between Joe and MaryAnn. 
There was a connection there; I just couldn't put my 
finger on it.

The next morning at breakfast, Joe approached me 
before MaryAnn came downstairs.

"I want to apologize for my behavior last night. I'm 
afraid I got a little melancholy and had too much to 
drink."

"Nothing to worry about, no harm was done."

"Thank you."

After breakfast I went to my desk to check out a 
couple of things. There on my chair was an envelope. 
It was addressed to me marked 'personal and 
confidential'. I opened it quickly and leaned back in 
my chair.

Number 6 - Have oral sex with a pro.

On the bottom of the paper there was a note. "Please 
don't tell anyone about this, especially MaryAnn. I'll 
take care of the arrangements. We'll make it this 
Friday night."

I was stunned. I was a virgin; I never really kissed a 
girl before. This was like a dream come true; an 
adolescent fantasy fulfilled. I read the note again; 
MaryAnn, would I be cheating on her? We weren't really 
going out with each other. I wasn't even sure if she 
was into guys at all. She didn't appear to have a 
boyfriend. All these thoughts filled my head at the 
same moment, but then the one overriding thought came 
to the forefront: if Joe has it on his list, then I 
have to do it too.

I walked around for the next couple of days, sure that 
I had "guilty" written across my forehead. Friday 
afternoon, Joe announced that he and I were leaving 
and that we would be back sometime on Saturday.

When we got into the garage, he turned to me and said, 
"Let's take the Porsche."

It wasn't just any Porsche; it was a black 1974 911S. 
I got in and buckled up. Joe backed out of the garage 
and we were on the road before I knew it.

"John, tonight is sort of my way of apologizing for 
last weekend. I know how hard that was on you and that 
you only did it to please me. We are going to Beverly 
Hills; we will be having dinner with two very 
beautiful and very talented escorts. Financially 
tonight is all taken care of. I want you to enjoy this 
without any regrets or misgivings. Do we have a deal?" 
He held out his hand.

I took his hand. "It's a deal."

"Good"

We pulled into the L'ermitage Hotel at about five. Joe 
tossed the valet his keys,

"Take good care of my baby, we'll be here for the 
night."

He reached behind the seat and pulled out two small 
bags.

"I told James to pack us each an overnight bag."

We checked in, received our room keys, and walked to 
the elevator.

"John, you're on the third floor, I'm on the fourth. 
Let's meet down in the bar at 6:30; our dates for the 
evening will arrive around 7:00." 

I got off the elevator, walked down the hall to room 
310, and inserted the card key. With a click the door 
opened and revealed a spacious two-room suite. I 
placed my bag on the king-sized bed and opened it. 
James had packed a fresh shirt and slacks, a pair of 
boxers, a pair of socks, and a box of a dozen condoms. 
I hung up my clothes, placed the socks and boxers in 
the chest of drawers, and the condoms in the night 
stand. 

I sat on the bed and thought, 'Am I really going to go 
through with this? It's a chance to get a blowjob from 
a professional, my first ever. What if I say no and I 
never have a girlfriend and never get the chance 
again? This will be another event that I would never 
experience. I'm going for it!'

I walked into the bathroom, washed my face and checked 
myself out one final time before meeting Joe in the 
bar.

When the elevator reached the lobby, I walked over to 
the bar that Joe had pointed to earlier. I watched as 
a young attractive couple entered the room ahead of 
me, paying particular attention to the swing of the 
woman's hips and the shape of her legs. Joe was 
already at the bar, the bartender just placing a drink 
in front of him. 

"What are you drinking?" the bartender asked.

Not being much of a drinker I replied, "a glass of 
Merlot."

When I received my wine, Joe picked up his glass and 
turned to me,

"A toast to us, and to tonight; may we totally enjoy 
the adventure on which we are about to embark."

We touched glasses and sipped our drinks.

"There's nothing like a good single malt scotch to 
ease the journey into the night." 

Joe and I talked about what we had already 
accomplished since I arrived in California.

"John, this has been the best time off my life and 
it's been all because of you. There never seemed to be 
time for me to meet a woman, get married and have 
kids. In the last couple of years I felt incomplete, I 
had all the wealth anyone could ask for, but I had no 
one to share it with; no one to enjoy it with. I told 
you before that you've become the son that I never 
had. Now I'm truly happy."

I didn't know what to say, so I said nothing and just 
placed my hand on his shoulder.

"John, there's one more thing; I just want to remind 
you that our dates tonight are professionals, to them 
this is a business transaction, nothing more. So don't 
fall in love; just enjoy."

We finished our drinks and were about to order another 
when Joe glanced over towards the entrance.

"I believe our dates are here."

We stood and walked over towards two of the most 
beautiful women I had ever seen. One was a tall 
brunette, wearing a slinky black dress, probably about 
40 years old, with an amazing figure and long sleek 
legs. The other was a red-head, about 30, shorter than 
the other, slim, with nice legs. Her dress was 
fashionably short and the heels she wore made her legs 
appear longer than they probably were. Her dress clung 
to her body like a second skin and the top of her 
breasts peaked out over it. She had creamy white skin 
which, I noticed as we closed the distance between us 
and them, was accented with tiny pink freckles.

"Good evening ladies; I'm Joe, this is John, and I 
believe we are your dates for the evening."

"Hello Joe," said the brunette taking him by the arm. 
I'm Carla, this is my friend Edel; it is a pleasure to 
meet you both."

Edel walked over to my side and placed her arm in 
mine. 

"Hello John, you're looking handsome this evening."

There was a hint of an Irish accent in her voice and 
her eyes were emerald green; I was already under her 
spell.

"If you'll come with me, we have dinner reservations 
for 7:00."

We were escorted to our table and after we helped the 
ladies with their chairs, Joe and I sat. If I had any 
thought that the evening would be awkward, it was 
completely forgotten in the first few minutes. We sat, 
ordered a bottle of merlot and a bottle of chardonnay, 
and the ladies took over. The conversation and the 
laughter were nonstop throughout dinner. The meal was 
delicious. 

Surprisingly, I joined right in with the conversation, 
not shy or reserved in the least. Every once in a 
while I would feel the touch of Edel's foot as she ran 
it up the side of my calf or she would hold my arm 
during our conversation. The service was outstanding; 
we were not rushed at all, yet they were right there 
whenever we needed anything. At 10:00 Joe asked for 
the check, signed it, stood and helped Carla with her 
chair. I did the same for Edel.

We all knew where this evening was heading, but the 
ladies were totally professional and never made us 
feel that they weren't romantically involved with us. 
When the elevator reached the third floor, Edel and I 
headed toward my room. Just before the doors closed I 
heard Joe's voice,

"I'll see you at ten for breakfast."

I opened the door letting Edel in the room. I assumed 
she had been here before because she went right to the 
bedroom. I turned, placed the "do not disturb" card on 
the door handle, closed and secured the door. Now, at 
the moment of truth, I was having second thoughts.

"Edel, I'm not sure about this, I'm kind of tired..."

I stood in the doorway of the bedroom and hesitated. 
There was Edel, her dress down at her feet, smiling as 
she reached behind her and unfastened her bra. She let 
it fall to the floor, her beautiful breasts standing 
out proudly on her chest, the dark pink nipples in 
contrast with her creamy white skin. I reached back 
and closed the bedroom door as I removed my jacket and 
tie and walked towards her.

"It's amazing how many men forget how tired they are 
after they get a good look at my titties."

"I've never..."

"Shhh. Joe told me all about you. All I want you to do 
is to sit back, learn and enjoy."

She stood there before me, naked except for her tiny 
panties and high heels, and helped me remove my shirt 
and undershirt. She unfastened my belt and unbuttoned 
my pants, all the time gently kissing my lips, my 
neck, and nibbling on my nipples. As she pulled down 
my zipper, she ran her hand along the length of my 
cock. 

"Hmm, you're a big one."

She pushed me gently backwards onto the bed as she 
pulled my slacks and boxers down to my knees. After 
removing my shoes and socks, Edel took off the rest of 
my clothes. 

"At this point," she said, "I always have my men put 
on a condom, but in your case I'm going to make an 
exception. Joe has assured me that you are a virgin 
and free from all sexually transmitted diseases. I can 
assure you that I am clean as well; I must be very 
careful in my line of work. Finally, I want us both to 
enjoy this as much as possible."

She had me slide up to the top of the bed as she 
pulled the covers completely off the end. I was lying 
on my back with my legs spread open. She crawled up 
between them and ran her tongue up my cock from the 
root all the way to the rim. I felt the shock wave 
travel right up my backbone to my brain.

"Oh, my God!" I gasped.

"Hold on baby, you haven't felt anything yet."

She grasped the base of my cock and placed the head 
between her lips. I could feel her tongue circling 
completely around it. It was like nothing I'd ever 
experienced before. With my cock still in her mouth 
she looked directly into my eyes as she began to suck 
only the head in and out of her mouth. 

I gazed into those large green eyes, framed by her 
short red hair; her face was almost angelic in 
contrast to the actions of her talented mouth. When 
she sensed that I was approaching my orgasm, she 
backed off.

"Not yet John, there's still more."

She waited for a couple of minutes, gently massaging 
my scrotum, then placed her hands on the top of my 
thighs as she slurped my cock back into her mouth. 
Still looking up at me, she began to lower her head 
ever so slowly, until she had the entire length of my 
cock in her mouth and into her throat. She pulled back 
off half way and did it again. All I could do was 
moan, as I felt her throat constrict around the head 
as if she was trying to swallow it. I couldn't take 
much more of this.

"Edel, I'm going to cum, oh God I'm gonna cum."

She pulled back part way again, and I felt her tongue 
circling the head as I exploded in her mouth. My hips 
began to jerk involuntarily, as spurt after spurt 
filled her mouth. Finally, there was nothing left, I 
collapsed back onto the bed and Edel sucked me one 
last time, smiled and tilted her head up and 
swallowed.

"Hmm, I don't get to do that very often. I really 
enjoyed that."

When I could speak I said,

"That was wonderful; thank you so much."

She crawled up onto my body and whispered in my ear.

"That was only the beginning, my boss gave me very 
specific instructions as to what I was to do this 
evening. We have all night together. I'm to teach you 
all about a woman's body and how to make love to her. 
Rest; I'll be right back."

I watched her sexy ass as she walked into the 
bathroom. She returned a few minutes later with a warm 
wet washcloth and lovingly wiped my cock and balls 
clean. She looked up at me and said,

"You've been a very naughty boy, keeping this 
beautiful cock all to yourself for so long. I think 
I'm going to have to give you a good spanking."

My cock began to stir once again. 

"That's interesting; maybe we'll follow up on that a 
little later if we have the time... and the energy."

Edel climbed on to the bed and lay next to me. My cock 
continued to harden as I leaned over and kissed her, 
first on the lips, then on her neck, and finally on 
each of her extended nipples.

"Hmm, I like that, lick them a little."

I did. Taking one in my mouth, I whipped it with my 
tongue and gently bit it, before sucking on it like a 
newborn baby. She held the back of my head tightly to 
her tit.

"Oh yes, that's it! I love to have my titties sucked. 
Now the other one."

I was eager to comply. I pushed her on to her back so 
I could have better access to the other nipple. With 
my free hand I caressed her tit, taking the nipple 
between my fingers and gently pulling and twisting it. 
Her body arched up off the bed and I felt her shiver.

"Oh John, that was wonderful. You made me cum just by 
playing with my titties; I hardly ever do that. Now I 
want to teach you about a woman's body. I want you to 
crawl up between my legs and take my panties off."

I did what she asked. When I was in position she 
lifted her ass off the bed and I pulled her panties 
down to her knees, taking first one leg out and then 
the other. I turned back to find that she was 
completely shaved, her pussy was like the rest of her, 
slightly pink and enticingly beautiful. 

"Now you are going to do for me what I did for you. I 
want you to flatten your tongue and run it up each 
side of my pussy."

I did as I was instructed, several times in fact. 
There was an earthy aroma coming from her pussy, along 
with a trickle of moisture. It was intoxicating. I 
took my thumbs and spread her open. I wanted more and 
ran my tongue up the middle a few times before 
sticking it in. Now her pussy was soaked. I was 
lapping as much of her nectar as I could get.

"Oh, John, are you sure you've never done this before? 
So good, so good. I'm almost there, don't stop."

I had no intention of stopping until I spotted her 
little button peeking out from the fold of skin above 
her pussy. I took the initiative and wrapped my lips 
around it, carefully licking and sucking. Her hips 
shot up off the bed and her hands grabbed the back of 
my head.

"Oh God, I'm cumming."

Her body shook violently as wave after wave of 
pleasure washed over her. When she couldn't stand any 
more she pushed my head away from her and fell back 
onto the bed. 

I moved back to her and lay beside her. 

"Thank you, I haven't cum like that in a long time. 
Whew, that's one lesson I don't think we have to 
review."

I pouted my lips, and put on a sad face.

"Well only if you want to; I'm surely not going to 
complain. I don't know what it is, but I think the 
fact that I know this is brand new to you and that you 
are experiencing it for the first time, is making it 
that much more exciting for me. Hold me a while and 
then we'll try something new."

She rolled over and snuggled her back into my chest. I 
held her in my arms. Her skin felt so soft and warm 
against mine. I think we both momentarily forgot that 
this was a business transaction. My cock, which had 
been hard before, was now pulsating with the beating 
of my heart. I couldn't help poking her in the ass. 
She lifted her leg slightly, wiggled a bit and 
captured it between her thighs.

"Hold that thought for a couple of minutes more; this 
feels so good I don't want to move."

If we had stayed like that for a few minutes longer I 
would have surely fallen asleep. I think she sensed 
this and began to move her hips back and forth.

"Now for round one of the main event."

She rolled over onto her back, and pulled me on top of 
her. 

"John, you always want to be sure that the woman is 
protected against pregnancy before you engage in sex. 
The second thing you want to make sure of is that 
she's properly lubricated. I can assure you," she 
continued with a sly smile, "that I am OK on both 
counts."

I supported my upper body on my arms and guided my 
cock to the mouth of her pussy. With a little pressure 
it slowly entered her. The feeling of her moist, hot 
pussy grasping my cock as I inched deeper and deeper 
was incredible. I looked down into her eyes when I had 
no more to give her. She looked up at me with a 
knowing smile. There is no greater feeling than that 
between two people as they share this most intimate of 
embraces. I began to rock my hips back and forth, 
slowly at first, her pussy trying to prevent me from 
leaving, which I had no intention of doing. Back and 
forth, in and out, I moved until I could feel the 
signals of my imminent orgasm. Edel threw her legs 
over my hips and urged me on.

"Harder, deeper. I'm going to cum again... cum with 
me, John."

I froze in place, trying to push her down through the 
mattress as my orgasm hit.

I collapsed and rolled over on my back pulling her 
with me, my cock still imbedded deep in her.

"Wow, is it always like this?"

"It can be if you work at it. Remember, it takes both 
of you to make it so."

She put her head down on my chest and this time we 
both fell asleep.

I awoke a short time later. Edel was sitting up, 
straddling my hips.

"Welcome back. I thought I was going to have to start 
round two without you." Edel again beamed her angelic 
smile down at me. "This is referred to as the cowgirl 
position, for reasons that will become more obvious 
shortly. It's one of my favorite positions because I 
can control most of the action and receive more 
stimulation."

She had a handful of my cock, which was becoming erect 
once again, and was guiding it into her pussy. She 
lowered herself until she had all of me. After several 
moments, she started to bounce lightly up and down, 
slowly at first, getting the feel of my length, she 
leaned forward and offered me first one then the other 
of her beautiful tits.

"Bite them, squeeze them; I love it."

I was loving it, too. I could feel her begin to pick 
up the pace. Soon I was lifting my hips in sync with 
her movements. The room filled with the sounds of 
slapping skin and creaking furniture. This was pure 
animalistic sex and it seemed to go on forever. 

Suddenly she sat upright and ground her pussy down on 
my cock. I reached up, grabbing her nipples between my 
fingers. I pulled and twisted until she froze, her 
mouth open in a silent scream, her eyes clenched 
tightly shut. I could hold it off any longer and, with 
a groan, I too came once again.

She seemed to collapse forward and I gently turned her 
over on her back and went for a wet washcloth. I 
returned and wiped the sweat from her face. Her eyes 
began to flutter open and her breathing returned to 
normal. She reached up pulled me down to her lips and 
kissed me.

"Thank you," she said, "I had forgotten just how good 
it could be."

We held each other and fell asleep. 

The sun was already up and peeking through the 
curtains when I woke the next morning, alone. There 
was a note on the nightstand.

 Thank you John,

Last night was incredible for me, I hope it was good 
for you also. As far as I'm concerned you don't need 
any other lessons. I'll just tell you that there are 
many other variations that two lovers can experiment 
with. The most important thing is to have fun and 
never hurt one another. 

 Remember me,
 Edel'

'Yes, Edel I will always remember you.'

I got up and showered. I looked at the clock; it was 
nearly 10AM. I hurriedly dressed, threw my things in 
my bag and proceeded downstairs to meet Joe for 
breakfast.

Joe was already there having coffee. I sat down, 
poured myself a cup and said, "Thank you."

There was no need to say anything else; the smile on 
my face said it all.

After breakfast we checked out, retrieved the car, and 
headed for home.

"I don't have to tell you that whatever happens in 
Beverly Hills stays in Beverly Hills."

I just nodded.

Once again when we got home I turned on my computer 
and updated my list; Number 6 - Have oral sex with a 
pro - DONE


-= Chapter 12 =-

I worked out alone on Sunday. I found out that MaryAnn 
was away for the weekend. I really missed her. I had 
an empty feeling inside of me. Was it the guilt over 
what I had done or was it the fact that having done 
it, I craved the companionship that we had developed? 
I went into the combat room and pounded the bag until 
my arms felt like lead. The sweat was pouring off me, 
I was exhausted but I felt great. I spent the rest of 
the day hanging out at the pool and soaking up the 
sunshine.

Joe and I had a quiet dinner together. Sometime around 
9:00, I saw MaryAnn coming up the stairs from the 
direction of the garage. She was carrying an old gym 
bag and wearing sweats. I was disappointed when she 
passed by the family room and headed directly upstairs 
to her room. Later, when I went upstairs to my room, I 
stood by her door debating on whether to check to see 
if there was anything wrong. But I decided that I 
would respect her privacy, turned and went to my room. 

At six the next morning, I was back in the gym, 
running on the treadmill. MaryAnn entered a short time 
later,

"Sorry I'm late, I guess I overslept. How was your 
weekend?"

"It was OK. How was yours?"

"It was OK."

There was an awkward silence. We each knew that there 
was more to the other's story, but didn't want to 
press the issue. I did notice that she was wearing 
makeup this morning, which was unusual for her. 
MaryAnn never wore make up in the morning, she really 
didn't any, she had a natural beauty that didn't need 
enhancement. 

After the treadmill, she pushed me hard on the weight 
bench. I was up to 100 lbs on the bench press and 30 
lbs on my curls. I was no Atlas, but for my size I 
thought I was doing pretty well. My body had gone from 
slim and soft, with no visible sign of muscle, to 
sleek and toned, with the beginnings of set of six-
pack abs and well-shaped arms and legs. I had put on 
about fifteen pounds, but my pants were getting loose.

I had breakfast alone that morning. Afterwards, I went 
to my desk in the study and found an envelope taped to 
the monitor of my computer. In it was the usual sheet 
of paper with the next task: Number 5 - Work for a 
week in a Homeless Shelter.

I sat back in my chair; this was going to be 
interesting.

I talked to Joe that night at dinner. 

"Joe, do you want me to set something up?"

"No, I've already arranged everything. We start 
tomorrow morning at seven."

"What's going on, what are you starting tomorrow?" 
MaryAnn asked.

"John and I are going to be volunteers at The Sisters 
of Mercy Mission in LA. We start tomorrow and will be 
gone for a week."

"I think that is a very noble gesture. Is there 
anything you want me to do?"

"Yes, there is as a matter of fact. I'll talk to you 
about it later; I still have to think about it a 
little more."

Joe got up from the table, "John, be ready at 5:30AM. 
Wear a pair of jeans and a tee-shirt, pack a bag with 
another pair of jeans, underwear and several tee-
shirts. We can do our laundry there."

MaryAnn and I talked after dinner. The events of the 
weekend, whatever they were, were in the past, and 
there was an ease to our conversation. She told me 
that she had worked at SMM a couple of years ago and 
that it was a real eye-opening experience for her. She 
told me that the Mission was not only a soup kitchen, 
feeding homeless and near homeless people in the area, 
but was also a shelter for women with children, some 
who are homeless, some who were battered and abused. 

I excused myself and went upstairs to pack, while 
MaryAnn turned towards the library.

I awoke before the alarm, grabbed a quick shower and 
dressed as Joe had suggested. I was walking 
downstairs, my bag in hand, when the doorbell rang. 
Joe ran across the foyer and opened the door.

"We'll be out in two minutes."

Outside, I could see a cab, engine running and lights 
on, and the trunk open. Joe went back to the kitchen 
and returned moments later with two containers of 
coffee. He handed me one, picked up his bag, which was 
by the door, and headed outside with me hot on his 
heels.

As we traveled towards LA, Joe, in between sips of his 
coffee said, "MaryAnn told me last night that she 
filled you in on what SMM does. We are going to be 
volunteer workers, primarily in the soup kitchen, but 
will be available for anything that the sisters need 
done."

The sun was just making its first appearance of the 
day as we turned off the freeway and headed down the 
nearly deserted streets of an obviously poor section 
of the city. There was graffiti on buildings on both 
sides of the street, small, rundown cottages, 
abandoned houses, empty lots -- all the signs of a 
neighborhood in decay. The cab turned the corner and 
stopped in front of what at first glance appeared to 
be an abandoned grocery store. Above the door, a sign 
proclaimed: Sisters of Mercy Mission - All Welcome. 
Below that was the same message in what I assumed was 
Spanish. There was already a line of people standing 
near the front door.

The cab dropped us off at the curb, we retrieved our 
bags from the trunk, and walked across the parking lot 
to the side door. We banged on the door and soon a 
pleasant face appeared in the small wire mesh re-
enforced window in the door.

"Hello, welcome. You must be Joe and John our new 
volunteers. Come in, I'm Sister Ann."

We followed her into the kitchen; all around us the 
atmosphere was that of controlled chaos. People 
shouting to be heard, needing supplies, asking for 
help, cooking food on a well-worn but functional 
commercial stove.

"You'll have to excuse us; it's always this hectic 
just before we open the doors. You can put your bags 
over here. I'll show you to your serving station and 
introduce you to the others."

We walked out of the kitchen and into a large room, 
three-quarters of which was filled with long tables 
and chairs. In the front of the room, closest to the 
kitchen, was a single row of tables with chafing 
dishes ready to accept trays of food.

"Joe and John, I'd like you to meet Anna and Juanita. 
Ladies, these are the two gentlemen I was telling you 
about."

We all exchanged greetings.

"Joe, you'll be handing out the toast and butter 
packets; John, you've got the apples and the cartons 
of milk. The ladies will answer any questions that 
come up. Good luck and, once again, thank you for 
coming." 

At 7AM sharp, Sr. Ann opened the door and stepped 
aside. A steady stream of people filed through the 
door, took a tray, and made their way down the row. 
Scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes, toast and butter, 
an apple and a container of milk were provided. Once 
they were through the line, they headed to an empty 
seat and ate their breakfast.

There were homeless men and women who looked like they 
hadn't had a decent night's sleep or a bath in weeks, 
single mothers with two or more kids, elderly men and 
women who were once self-sufficient and had believed 
that social security was going to provide them with a 
decent retirement, and even some relatively young men 
and women who appeared to be capable of supporting 
themselves, but for one reason or another couldn't. 
They were all here accepting graciously the help that 
the mission made available. The line seemed endless, 
but by 9:00 we were standing idle, only a few people 
were left in the room.

"You two did well for your first meal."

We turned to see Sr. Ann, leaning against the kitchen 
door.

"Grab yourself some breakfast and come sit by me."

We did as we were bid. Sr. Ann sat across the table 
from us.

"I just wanted to tell you a little about Anna and 
Juanita. They are two of our many successes here at 
the Mission. Anna was a battered wife; she had no 
skills, no education. She lived with us for five 
years, got her G.E.D., and works in a doctor's office 
as their receptionist and file clerk. She has her own 
apartment and works the breakfast shift nearly every 
day. Juanita is a single mother. She came here two 
years ago penniless, with an infant child. 

"She learned to speak English, and works as a waitress 
in an all-night diner. After her shift, she takes care 
of her child and then comes downstairs and works. Now 
she'll go upstairs, get a few hours sleep, play with 
her son, take a nap and then do it all over again. We 
provide the daycare and the night supervision for the 
times when she's not here."

"You seem to run a first class operation here Sister. 
How do you do it day in and day out?" I asked.

"Well, fund-raising is a full time job here. There are 
three of us living upstairs, along with ten women and 
their families if they have them. We are more 
fortunate than most shelters; through the grace of 
God, we have been blessed with an anonymous donor who 
makes up the difference in any budget short falls."

I turned my head to look at Joe... and got a swift 
kick in the shin for my trouble.

"After you two eat, you can come back to the kitchen 
and help with the washing and drying of the trays and 
utensils. We have a lot of work to do before 3:30; 
that's when we open the doors again for dinner."

The little dynamo that is Sr. Ann stood and hurried to 
the kitchen.

"Sorry about that; they don't know anything about me 
and I want to keep it that way."

The kitchen was almost deserted when we got there. Sr. 
Ann was reviewing the menu for supper tonight and the 
rest of the week, and the cook was looking through the 
walk-in cooler at the inventory of food. When she 
exited the cooler she told Sr. Ann, "We have enough 
for tonight and tomorrow morning, but after that we 
are going to need a delivery."

"OK, I'll place the order."

"Guys, this is Sally our cook. Sally these are the two 
volunteers I told you about."

"Great; you, come here so I can show you how to work 
the dishwasher. And you will rinse, dry and stack the 
trays for later."

Sr. Ann laughed as she walked out of the kitchen,

"Did I tell you Sally used to be a cook in the Army?"

For the next two hours Joe stacked the trays into 
racks and fed them into the washer, while I pre-rinsed 
them and then removed them from the dryer and stacked 
them for the evening meal. The kitchen was steamy hot 
and the sweat was pouring out of us... and we were 
loving every minute of it. We were doing our part to 
help these people help so many less fortunate than 
ourselves. 

At noon, we had a chance to take a break. 

"We're going outside for a little walk."

Sally, picked her head up, "Don't go off the block; 
this is gang territory. We have sanctuary on this 
block only because of the work that we do. If you 
stray off this block, you're fair game."

It was a sobering statement, emphasizing that much 
more what this Mission meant to the good people of 
this area.

We walked up and down the short block; there were 
people hanging around in front of old rundown 
buildings. Some of these people I recognized from 
breakfast, others appeared to have just rolled out of 
bed. There was so much poverty, so much hopelessness; 
how could all of this exist in a land with an 
abundance of practically everything? Couldn't the 
government do something; should the government do 
something, or was it up to us all as individuals to 
help organizations like the Sisters of Mercy help 
those that wouldn't or couldn't help themselves? I had 
no answer.

At 1:00 the kitchen began to come alive once again. 
Big pots of water were brought to a boil, potatoes 
were peeled, whole chickens hacked into their parts. 
The workers seemingly appeared out of thin air as the 
preparations were made for the next meal. Joe and I 
were shown where and what we were to be doing. We 
brought out the stacks of trays and the utensils, and 
took out the garbage from the morning meal.

At three-thirty, the doors opened and the people began 
to arrive. There weren't as many in line at any one 
time, but the line never seemed to be totally empty. 
Three hours later, we closed the doors for the 
evening. By my estimate, we had served close to three 
hundred meals. Now came the task of cleaning up; the 
garbage was dumped, the floors were mopped, the tables 
cleaned, the trays and utensils were washed and dried. 
By 9:00, everything was ready to start all over again 
the next morning.

And there was Sr. Ann.

"Get your bags and come with me."

We followed her upstairs. What used to be offices and 
storage space had been turned into living quarters for 
the three sisters and the ten families that were 
currently living there. There was also a common room 
which served as a living room, play room and dining 
area for those that couldn't make it downstairs. 

"It's not much, but it's all we have. There's a 
bathroom with a stall shower at the end of the hall, 
be sure to lock the door when you're in there. We 
don't want any surprises."

"It will do just fine, thank you Sister. Good night."

The room was small, with just enough room for two cots 
and a small chest of drawers, which held the only 
light in the room. There was a small window and a 
ceiling fan. 

We took turns in the bathroom, opting to shower 
tonight rather than in the morning. When we were both 
done for the night, I reached up and shut the light.

"Joe, Thank you."

The next thing I knew, it was morning and our day 
started all over again. For the next six days, our 
routine never varied, only what we served. It seems 
poverty never takes a day off.

On Monday when the Mission closed for the night, we 
were finished with our one-week commitment. But, we 
couldn't get a cab to come into the neighborhood at 
nine at night, so we spent one more night on our cots 
in the small common room.

Tuesday morning, we said our goodbyes to the staff and 
volunteers. Sr. Ann was there to walk us out.

"I want to thank you both one last time. All of us 
here at the Mission appreciated your help. Will we see 
you again someday?

Without hesitation, we both answered, "You can count 
on it."

Two hours later I was sitting at my computer, the list 
up on the screen. After scanning down it, I entered: 

Number 5 - Work for a week in a Homeless Shelter - 
DONE.

I smiled and felt pretty good about myself as I 
remembered the people of the Sisters of Mercy Mission; 
then I saved my work and shut down the computer.


-= Chapter 13 =-

Wednesday morning I fell back into my usual routine. I 
was down in the gym by six. MaryAnn was already into 
her workout as I got onto the treadmill.

"Well, how did everything go?"

"You worked there, so you know: it was hard work, 
harder than I've ever worked before, and it was the 
most rewarding work I've ever done. I'm sure I'll be 
going back there sometime in the future."

"When you do, I want to come along, too."

"I can think of nothing better than to have you with 
me working side by side in service to others."

Six months ago I could never have said that to anyone, 
especially someone like MaryAnn, but now it just felt 
right.

"I'll hold you to that."

After our workout MaryAnn and I enjoyed a leisurely 
breakfast and a relaxing day out on the patio, soaking 
up the sun. Once again she asked me to help her put 
lotion on her back. Unlike the first time, however, 
there was no hesitancy on my part. I marveled at her 
muscle development, the smoothness of her skin, and 
the firmness of her butt. All that touching did have 
an effect on me -- which did not go unnoticed I'm 
sure. Instead of running upstairs as I had done 
before, I got up, cleaned off my hands and walked down 
to the pool and did about twenty laps.

At dinner that evening, MaryAnn informed me that she 
had to leave early the following morning for a meeting 
in San Diego. 

"You'll be on your own in the gym for the next couple 
days, maybe longer."

"Oh, where's Joe off to?"

"Didn't he tell you? He left this afternoon; he's 
having a business meeting in Hawaii this weekend, at 
his estate on the island of Kauai. He won't be back 
for a week or so." 

I thought to myself, 'I guess that gives me the week 
off. He must still be trying to decide on what's next 
on his list.'

Thursday, it was really quiet around the house. The 
only member of the staff that was present was Betty 
the cook. After lunch, I went into the kitchen and 
told her to make me a sandwich and a salad for dinner, 
wrap them up and leave them in the fridge. She looked 
at me with a puzzled expression. 

"When that's done you can have the rest of the day 
off; I'll take care of the dishes."

At first she didn't know what to say; then she broke 
into a hardy laugh and thanked me with a hug and a 
kiss.

"Wait until tomorrow," she said, "I'll make something 
extra special for breakfast."

**

The next morning, after my workout, I came down for 
breakfast as usual. Betty came out of the kitchen and 
placed a covered plate in front of me. When I lifted 
the cover I discovered a meal fit for a king: a bacon 
and cheese omelet, with hash browns, and rye toast. 
She returned from the kitchen with a tall glass of 
freshly-squeezed orange juice and a pot of coffee.

"I won't tell if you won't."

She smiled and walked back to the kitchen.

Just as I was finishing breakfast, the doorbell rang.

I got up and opened the door. The FedEx driver handed 
me a large package and an overnight envelope. I signed 
for both and returned to the table. The package was 
from Joe's law firm. From its weight, I figured it 
must contain a stack of legal documents. The overnight 
envelope was addressed to me and was sent from Hawaii. 
That one I opened. Inside was another sealed envelope, 
just like the others. I got up, carried the package to 
the library, placing it on Joe's desk, turned and 
headed to the study.

I sat and opened the envelope.

 Number 4 - Join the mile high club

At the bottom of the page were instructions: Bart will 
take you to the airport Friday morning at 7:00; the 
pilot already has his instructions. Please bring the 
package from my attorney. It should be there by 
Thursday afternoon. I need it for my business meeting 
this weekend. Just bring an overnight bag, you will be 
returning on Saturday.

 Joe

I sat there puzzled, 'What the hell was the mile high 
club?'

I turned on my computer and did a web search - thank 
god for the Internet and Yahoo - and discovered what 
it meant.

'Joe, what are you trying to do to me?'

I couldn't think of anything else for the rest of the 
day. I packed my overnight bag, making sure I had the 
package from Joe's attorney, and placed it by the door 
before I turned in for the night. When I finally did 
fall asleep, I dreamt of Edel and MaryAnn. 

**

The next morning, after an early breakfast, I waited 
for Bart to arrive. Precisely at 7, the limo pulled up 
the driveway and stopped at the front door. Bart was 
just getting out of the car as I left the house, bag 
in hand. I sat in the back wondering as we headed to 
the airport,

'Does he know; do they all know?'

When we got to the airport Bart dropped me off near 
the plane. Dave was standing next to the plane and I 
could see Bill in the cockpit running through his 
preflight checklist. Dave smiled at me and took my 
bag, stowed it away and said:

"Everything is all set. Joe left very specific 
instructions for the flight. You won't be disturbed."

'He knows. Of course he knows, silly; he knows there's 
two passengers and he has instructions not to disturb 
us.'

I walked through the open door in the bulkhead and 
into the passenger compartment. I was alone. I heard 
Dave close the outer door, and say as he closed the 
bulkhead door,

"Buckle up, we'll be taking off in a couple of 
minutes."

I heard the sound of the engines and felt the movement 
of the plane.

'Maybe I'm wrong, maybe it's not now, maybe on the 
return flight.'

I felt the plane leave the ground and start its climb 
to our ultimate cruising altitude.

It wasn't until we leveled off that I sensed more than 
heard movement coming from the galley.

I looked up and there was Edel, dressed in a simple 
blue uniform and matching heels. She paused for 
effect, then slowly, sexily walked towards me.

"Coffee, tea... or me?" 

She grinned broadly and said, "I have always wanted to 
say that and this is the absolute perfect occasion."

"Hello Edel, it's great to see you again."

I stood and extended my hand, which she ignored, 
coming into my arms and kissing me passionately on the 
lips. I held her tightly as she whispered in my ear, 
"We have about six hours to finish your lessons; let's 
not waste any more time."

She unzipped the front of her uniform, shrugged her 
shoulders and it fell to her feet. There she stood 
totally naked except for heels.

She turned, posed for me, and then walked back to the 
galley to retrieve a cotton quilt from one of the 
storage compartments.

I stood there admiring her shapely ass, watching it 
swing back and forth as she walked to the galley. 

"Well, what are you waiting for? Get naked."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I pulled off my polo 
shirt, kicked off my loafers, and dropped my jeans 
before she returned. I dropped my boxers, while I 
watched her spread the quilt on the floor of the 
cabin, between the back seats and the galley. There 
was plenty of room.

"I think down here we will have more room, besides we 
don't want to mess up or break any of the seats."

I walked over to where she was kneeling. She took my 
erect cock in her hand and looked up at me,

"Have you been practicing what you learned during your 
last lesson?"

"No. I didn't have anyone to practice with."

"Good," she said as she took my cock into her mouth 
and began to circle it with her tongue.

I moaned with delight as she worked over my cock, then 
abruptly stopped.

"Let's see, where did we leave off the last time we 
met. Oh yes, now I remember. Please lay down on your 
back."

I was a little disappointed at the interruption and 
quickly complied with her request. My cock was fully 
erect, pointing towards my head and she was kneeling 
by my shoulder.

"This position is called sixty-nine; it's a great way 
for you and your partner to get totally turned on, or 
to bring each other to a mutually satisfying climax."

That said she swung her leg over my head, with her 
pussy tantalizingly just out of reach of my eager 
tongue. I felt her hand grab my cock by the base and 
felt the warm wetness of her mouth as she engulfed me. 
Not to be outdone, I lifted my head off blanket and 
began licking her pussy. After a few minutes my neck 
muscles began to weaken and my head fell back to the 
floor. I must have been doing something right because 
she lowered herself down to my face and began 
gyrating, rubbing her pussy all over my nose and 
mouth. I could feel and smell her arousal as her pussy 
began to leak her lubricating fluids all over my face.

Occasionally, I would feel her remove my cock from her 
mouth and use her hand to bring me ever closer to 
orgasm, only to take me entirely into her mouth once 
again. 

I was flicking my tongue over and around her clit. 
Then, feeling her begin to hump my face again, I 
latched on to it and began to suck. She bucked, sucked 
me completely into her mouth and into her throat. That 
set me off, I could feel her throat trying to swallow 
my cum as she backed off me to avoid choking. She 
rolled off me and, looking up at the ceiling of the 
plane said, "You are a very good pupil."

She sat up and turned around and lay in my arms. We 
stayed that way, enjoying the feel of each other's 
embrace. Soon we were fully recovered and ready to 
continue. She began by rubbing her tits against my 
chest, then she moved over me and teased me by rubbing 
them on my face but not letting me get my mouth on 
them. She soon had me fully erect ready for my next 
lesson. 

"This position is called the doggie position; it's one 
of my favorites," she said slyly as she got up on her 
knees in front of me, lowered her head to the blanket, 
and waved that delectable ass in my face. I got on my 
knees and positioned myself behind her, my cock just 
barely touching her pussy.

"Some women enjoy this position for anal sex as well; 
I'm just not into that sort of thing."

I spread her open with my thumbs and eased my cock 
into her. She responded almost immediately by rocking 
back and forth as she took all of it deep within her. 

"Oooo, that feels so good, so big. Yes, that's it -- a 
little harder."

I don't know if that was the "pro" in her coming out, 
but I didn't care. It did feel real good. I placed my 
hands on her hips and we got into a rhythm. I could 
feel her pussy constrict each time I pulled almost 
completely out, as if it was trying to keep inside. 
After a while she began to pant, "Oh God, I'm cumming; 
I'm cum..."

She stiffened, stopping all movement, as I continued 
to pound away. The sound of slapping skin could be 
heard over the roar of the engines. She rose up on her 
elbows and again began to buck back at me, even harder 
than before.

"Give it to me, you bastard, harder."

I was half-crazed with desire, as I could feel my 
balls constrict. I leaned over her back and grabbed 
her nipples as I exploded within her. Her body shook 
as her hands grabbed at the blanket below her, my body 
draped over her back. I was exhausted; I could feel 
the tiny ripples of her internal muscles milking the 
last of my cum out of my softening cock as I tried to 
catch my breath.

We separated, fell to the blanket, and embraced. Soon, 
we were both asleep.

I was in the middle of a beautiful dream, when I 
suddenly became aware that it wasn't a dream. I could 
feel Edel's mouth working on my awakening cock. 

"Welcome back, have a nice nap? I thought we'd have a 
quick review before we land. 

When she had me complete hard again, she climbed on 
top and took me in one quick motion. She rode me hard, 
holding her tits in her hands and squeezing the 
nipples. She leaned forward and offered her tits to 
me, which I sucked on, biting the nipples. I rolled us 
over and continued to plow into her. Finally when she 
sensed that my orgasm was imminent, she said, "Fuck my 
tits."

I got the message and crawled up her body, straddling 
her with my cock between her tits as she forced them 
together. With each stroke my cock was hitting her 
open lips. The last thing I heard her yell was, "Cum 
in my mouth." 

She let go of her tits, grabbed my ass and pulled me 
into her mouth as my balls emptied their final load. 
She sucked until there was nothing left, looked up at 
me with those big green eyes and swallowed.

"You passed."

I got up and looked at my watch, amazed that we had 
been going at it for almost five hours. I walked back 
to her and lay next to her.

"Thank you, Edel; you made this so easy for me. I have 
never felt this good before."

She reached over and put her fingers to my lips. 

"Don't say anything more. You have made me feel things 
that I haven't felt in a long, long time. I'm sure 
there's going to be a woman in your life very soon, 
and she's going to be a very lucky woman indeed."

She kissed me on the cheek and we both got to our feet 
and began to dress. By the time we were making our 
final approach to the Kauai Airport, we were in our 
seats, lap belts fastened, looking like two normal 
passengers after a long uneventful flight.

After we landed and taxied to the private terminal, 
Dave opened the bulkhead door and the outer door.

I helped Edel down to the ground and took our bags 
over to the waiting limo. Our driver described the 
area as we traveled west about ten miles, then south 
over the Maluhia Road through a stretch called the 
tree tunnel, because of the hundred year old 
eucalyptus trees which overhang the road. We traveled 
through the historic district of Koloa, which was 
known for its commercial sugar production a hundred 
and twenty five years ago, then turned south towards 
the beach resorts of Poipu Beach. About a mile before 
we reached the ocean, our driver turned west on an old 
plantation road. When we reached a clearing at the top 
of a hill I spotted a large house overlooking the 
Pacific Ocean.

We drove into the grounds and halfway around the 
circular driveway. Joe was standing on the porch as we 
left the limo and approached the house. 

"Aloha! I assume you had a good flight."

I could feel my cheeks get red as Edel replied, "It 
was the best flight I've ever had." 

She continued around the side of the house, as Joe 
escorted me inside. Through one of the windows I could 
see Edel as she was greeted by Carla and two other 
women. Joe could see where I was looking and what I 
had seen. He tried his best to distract me.

"So did you bring the package from the attorney?"

"Of course Joe, that was my only reason for coming 
here, right."

"Yes... well, the meeting is tomorrow night, and I 
have a lot of reading to do before then. I'm sorry 
that you can't stay longer on this trip, maybe next 
time. I'll show you to your room; Kona, my cook has a 
great meal planned for this afternoon. I'm sorry, but 
I have you booked on the red eye back to the mainland 
tonight; you have to leave here by 9PM in order to get 
back to the airport so that you can make your flight."

Joe showed me my room and then left to do his reading. 
I was pissed and I didn't really understand why. I 
left the house and walked along the path towards the 
cliff, overlooking the beaches in the distance. 

Was I mad because I had to leave all this so soon? Or 
was it that I felt left out of Joe's life? Or was it 
that I was falling for Edel and couldn't come to grips 
with the fact that to her it was all business, that 
tomorrow night she would be entertaining other 
gentlemen along with the other ladies? 

I could feel my eyes filling up with tears. That's 
when I heard the crackle of footsteps on the path 
behind me. There was Edel, as beautiful as when I 
first met her.

"I saw you walk out of the house and down here. I know 
you're upset and confused. That first night I tried to 
tell that it was just business; but I lied, it wasn't 
just business. John, I really like you, but this is 
what I do. Then my boss told me that Joe requested our 
services again, and he explained that Joe asked 
specifically for me. I told him it was a mistake; but 
I took the assignment not only for the money, I could 
have come here with Carla and let one of the other 
girls come down with you, I wanted to make this as 
special for you as I could. I see now that it was a 
mistake, a lack of judgment on my part, I'm sorry."

"I know I'm being silly, but there's only one other 
woman that I would ever want to be with, and she 
doesn't think of me in those terms. Please go back to 
the house, join your friends, and have a wonderful 
life; I'll be OK. Edel, I'll never forget you and 
everything you taught me. Goodbye."

I leaned into her and kissed her gently on the cheek 
and turned to look at the ocean. When I turned back 
she was gone.

I missed the great meal choosing instead to shower, 
change my clothes and wait for 9:00 to leave for my 
flight. At about a quarter to nine, there was a knock 
on my door. I wasn't sure who I wanted to be on the 
other side of the door when I opened it.

"May I come in?" asked Joe.

"Sure."

"I am such a dumb ass. I'm so terribly sorry. I'd 
forgotten what it's like to be young; to have a woman 
in your arms for the first time. I didn't realize how 
vulnerable you would be. Edel talked to me after 
dinner. She explained that you were hurting, and that 
I was as much to blame as she was. Please forgive me, 
I thought I was doing you a favor. I was wrong."

"You're forgiven, apology accepted. Say goodbye to her 
for me."

"I will. By the way, she told me everything you said, 
and you're wrong. Have a good flight home."

He turned and left the room before I could ask him 
what he meant; what I was wrong about.

I heard the limo pull up in front of the house, picked 
up my bag and left. As the car headed down the road I 
looked back at the house, there was a lone figure 
standing on the porch.

On the flight I tried but couldn't sleep. They say 
that the trip home is never as exciting as the trip 
going to the Islands; it could never have been truer 
than in my case.

When I finally got back to the house it was nearly 
6AM. I had to do one last thing before I settled in. I 
walked into the study, turned on my computer and 
edited my list one more time. 

Number 4 - Join the mile high club - DONE. 

I saved, shut down my computer, and headed upstairs to 
bed. 

'Goodbye, Edel. Have a good life, I'll never forget 
you.'


-= Chapter 14 =-

It took me a whole day to get my body back in sync 
with California time. Sunday morning I forced myself 
to go down to the gym. There was MaryAnn, on her back 
on the weight bench under about one hundred and 
seventy pounds finishing her last couple of reps.

"You are amazing," I said.

"Thanks, I hear you had a pretty interesting last 
couple of days. Come on, let's go into the combat room 
and work it off."

When I got into the room, MaryAnn was already putting 
on her workout gloves. 

"Come on, get your gloves on, we'll take turns working 
the bag. I always found that the best way for me to 
get out my frustrations and to get back the feeling of 
being normal again was to pound this bag into 
submission."

She stood in front of the bag and began to throw 
punches from all angles, the thuds of her punches as 
they landed, filled the room. In my mind I pictured 
myself on the receiving end of those punches, thinking 
this is the woman that you really want but can't work 
up the courage to go after. I was punishing myself 
over the guilt I felt. 

I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn't even 
realize that she had stopped throwing punches.

"Anytime you want to begin is fine with me."

"Sorry, I guess I zoned out for a second."

I began to emulate her as best I could, but my punches 
weren't as hard, or as fast as hers. When I thought I 
couldn't throw any more, I counted out another ten and 
then stepped back to let her have her turn. 

We alternated for about a half an hour, until I 
thought I was going to die.

"OK we're warmed up now, let's put on the twelve-ounce 
gloves and go a couple of rounds."

She must have sensed the sheer panic that washed over 
me.

"Don't worry, I was only kidding, besides I'd never 
want to hurt you; you know that right?"

We walked out of the gym, her arm over my shoulder. 
After showering we met downstairs for breakfast.

"I hear you got to see the estate in Hawaii."

"Not really, I was sent to deliver a package to Joe 
for his meeting this weekend, I was probably on the 
ground no longer than nine hours and returned that 
night on the red eye."

"Well, I've never been there; but I hear it's 
gorgeous."

"I guess, if you like views of the Pacific, cool 
breezes, warm sunshine, all in a tropical paradise; 
then I guess it's gorgeous."

"You sound a little bitter, did anything happen?"

"No, nothing happened. I guess I'm still a little bit 
tired, that's all. How was your trip to San Diego?"

"Everything went fine, I w.."

"What was that?"

"Nothing, I had a great time, saw some old friends, 
made a couple of new ones. What do you say we spend 
the day relaxing by the pool?"

"I can think of nothing I'd rather do."

"Good, go get your bathing suit. By the way, Joe had 
me buy you a new one while I was in San Diego. He said 
your old one didn't go with your new California beach 
bod. I hope you like it."

I went up to my room. There on the floor outside the 
room, was a shopping bag.

When I got to the bathroom, I looked in the bag and 
took out what looked like a pair of woman's underwear. 
Speedo was written on the waistband, it was white, and 
made of some sort of stretchy material.

'I can't wear this in public, I may as well be naked.'

I put on the suit, tucking myself in as best I could, 
and put on an old football jersey that I had. I stood 
in front of the mirror, shrugged my shoulders and went 
downstairs and out to the pool area. I sat on one of 
the lounges and waited for MaryAnn. When she got 
there, she stood and modeled her new suit and cover 
up. She spun around and undid the cover up. There was 
less material in her two pieces than in my one. I 
could feel the blood, surging into my cock. 

"Stand up and take off that jersey; I want to get a 
good look at you, stud."

I had no choice. I pulled off the jersey, and tried to 
hide the bulge in my suit.

"Wow, I had no idea you were getting so ripped," she 
said as she gave me the once-over from head to toe and 
back up to my bathing suit.

"I see you really like my suit as well."

"You're beautiful."

I think we both started blushing. She held out her 
hand for me and, when I took it, she threw me over her 
shoulder, carried me to the edge of the pool, and 
flung me in.

When I came up, I saw her walking back to her chair.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"Not in this suit; this one's only for showing off."

I swam laps until I could tell that my erection had 
gone down. I got out of the pool and headed up to the 
other lounge chair. MaryAnn opened her eyes, and then 
opened her mouth. 

"Turn around," she said.

I did, thinking that there was something out on the 
beach to see. When I didn't see anything out of the 
ordinary I turned back around. MaryAnn was grinning 
and said,

"I don't think that suit is supposed to be for 
swimming either." 

I looked down at the suit. You could see everything 
that was underneath, and it was as if I had nothing 
on. Totally embarrassed, I grabbed a towel and wrapped 
it around my waist. I sat in the chair; my face must 
have been scarlet. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would do that," she said, 
"but, you know you have nothing to be ashamed of. With 
all the hard work that you've put into it, you should 
be proud of your sexy body and want to show it off 
once in a while."

Talk about throwing gasoline on an open flame, here 
was a woman, with a nearly perfect body, practically 
naked herself, telling me that I had a sexy body.

My hard on came roaring back, and all I could get out 
of my mouth was, "Thank you."

The sexual tension between us was becoming thicker by 
the minute, as we both sat there waiting for the other 
to make the first move. 

If she had rolled over and asked me to put lotion on 
her, I think I would have lost it altogether. Instead, 
James came out of the house holding a FedEx overnight 
letter which he handed to me. I opened it; inside was 
another envelope from Joe. I was almost afraid to open 
it with MaryAnn sitting there. I pulled out the sheet 
of paper, read it, then handed it to her. 

"He's got to be kidding me. I'm not doing this."

She read it, smiled and turned to me and said, "You 
have no choice, you've gone too far to stop now."

I looked back at the note again. 

Number 3 - do a wrestling session with a female 
wrestler.

In a note below it read, 'Have MaryAnn begin your 
training as soon as possible'.

"We'll start tomorrow morning."

The next morning, when I got to the gym, MaryAnn was 
sitting on the floor, her legs spread wide and her 
face nearly touching the floor.

"Get down here and start stretching those leg muscles; 
I don't want any pulled muscles on the first day."

As I imitated her as best I could, she explained about 
session wrestling.

"I haven't talked to Joe yet so I don't know what he 
has in mind for the two of you. Session wrestling 
usually involves one man and one woman. The woman is 
usually the professional meaning she gets paid to 
wrestle. The man is the one who pays. What he gets in 
return depends on the woman and the rules that are 
established beforehand. Most of the time it's not 
sexual, although I know of some women who use 
wrestling as a form of foreplay, but this usually is 
with their boyfriends or husbands. Sometimes guys just 
like to get beat up by women; in that case the sexual 
experience is usually just one sided. For most guys 
it's just the competition itself that they crave and 
they feel more comfortable holding and being held by a 
woman rather than a man."

"What are the rules?"

"That depends. Sometimes you wrestle until one 
wrestler is pinned and admits that he cannot escape; 
or you wrestle until there is a submission by one 
wrestler. Depending on the competitive nature of the 
woman or her level of viciousness, this can result in 
a lot of pain or injury. Most of the woman that I know 
that do this type of thing, know their own bodies and 
are pretty good judges of how much an opponent can 
take before they break, so serious injuries are rare."

"You know women who do this sort of thing?"

"Yeah, I went to school with a couple of women who, 
after graduation, got into the business as a way to 
supplement their incomes. OK, that's enough 
stretching; let's go into the combat room and I'll 
show you the basic holds that are used."

We entered the room and went to the center of the mat. 

"First, let's work on your stance; you want to start 
off in a slight crouch, your knees bent, legs about 
shoulder with apart with your left leg slightly ahead 
of the other. Your weight should be evenly 
distributed, making it easy to move in any direction, 
either offensively or defensively."

I got into the stance; I felt pretty comfortable. She 
took up the same stance in front of me. I was already 
intimidated by the look of power and determination on 
her face. I couldn't imagine having a stranger in 
front of me. We started to circle, every once in a 
while she would fake a lunge at my forward leg and I 
would jump back defensively.

"Good reactions; but remember, this is wrestling not 
dancing. Sooner or later you have to actually touch 
each other."

'Not if I have anything to say about it' I thought.

She held her hands up in front of me, fingers spread, 
inviting me to grab hold of her hands. I did, our 
fingers interlaced. Before I knew what was happening, 
my arms were being forced downward and twisted, and my 
wrists bent backward. I was on my toes, trying to 
relieve the pain, after about five seconds she 
reversed directions and had me down on my knees, then 
released my hands.

"That was a test of strength. Never get into a test of 
strength with anyone unless you're pretty sure you're 
actually stronger than they are."

I got to my feet and assumed the position. 

Her arm shot out and grabbed the back of my neck as I 
took hold of her waist. The next thing I knew, my head 
was being held between her side and her arm. Once 
again there was pain, a lot of pain, as I tried in 
vain to slip my head out of her vise-like grip. After 
a few agonizing moments MaryAnn released me and said,

"That was a side head lock, I had control of you and 
could have taken you to the mat or squeezed until you 
passed out."

We assumed the starting position again. This time I 
tried to be the aggressor, figuring that it was better 
to be on offense than defense. I was able to get under 
her arms and pull her across my leg and down to the 
mat, with me on top. I could feel her arms working 
their way inside my grip and soon lost control. As I 
twisted, trying to remain on top, I felt her legs wrap 
around my waist. I was on top of her, looking into 
those gorgeous blue eyes, when I felt the first jolt 
of pain as she began to tighten her legs around me.

"You should really try to avoid getting in between a 
woman's legs... when you're wrestling that is. With 
most women, the majority of their strength is 
concentrated below the waist. In the gym, it's not 
uncommon to see athletic women doing leg presses with 
a thousand pounds on the machine. When you're caught 
in this type of hold, you're not going to be able to 
unlock her legs by using your arms. Most of the time 
it just results in more pain, so you might as well 
just submit."

To emphasize what she just said, she squeezed me hard 
for ten seconds. It felt as if I was going to be cut 
in half. Then she released me; I stayed on my knees 
trying to catch my breath.

"Are you ready to continue?"

She put me into several other holds, each designed to 
make me submit. She picked me up into a front bear 
hug, her hands in the small of my back her head tucked 
in under my chin. After that she got behind me, worked 
her powerful arms under my arms, her hands locked 
together at the back of my neck.

"This hold, the full nelson, is more about control 
than about getting you to submit; although I have 
heard of women who have dislocated an opponent's arm 
or shoulder before they released the guy. "

She forced me down to a sitting position on the mat, 
my arms still locked helplessly over my head, and then 
I felt her legs wrap around my waist.

"This, on the other hand, is a submission hold. If 
your opponent gets you into a hold like this, you're 
finished. She can break your back if she has enough 
upper body strength and is not careful."

Suddenly I felt her legs tighten and begin to exert 
downward pressure, at the same time she started to 
lean backwards pulling my upper body with her. For a 
brief second I felt as if I was being torn in two; 
then she released me. 

I rolled off of her and ended up on my back staring up 
at the ceiling. The next thing I knew MaryAnn was 
lying on top of me, looking into my eyes, smiling that 
sweet smile of hers. I was just beginning to enjoy the 
feeling of her body as she pressed down on me. I felt 
her legs wrap around mine, her feet secured themselves 
at my ankles, but my mind was already heading in a 
different direction entirely. My body was just 
beginning to get the message, when I heard her say, 
"This is the last submission hold for the day, it's 
called a grapevine."

Suddenly I felt my legs being spread apart; I was 
still enjoying the feeling of her body rubbing on my 
emerging erection, when the pain began. First in my 
knees and then in my inner thighs as her legs 
stretched further and further apart.

"This is why being flexible is so important," she said 
as she pushed up off me, holding my lower body tight 
to the floor.

As the pain intensified, I screamed out, "Oh God, I 
Give, I Give."

She immediately released the pressure; untangled her 
legs from mine and rose to her feet.

"That's enough for today; let's get you upstairs and 
into a warm bath."

She helped me upstairs and into my room, she sat me on 
the bed and started the water in the whirlpool tub. 
For a brief second I thought she was going to join me, 
but instead she came out of the bathroom and headed 
for the door.

"Don't let the water overflow," she said laughing as 
she closed the door.

I spent an hour in the tub, easing the pain from every 
part of my body. Before this morning, I thought I was 
in pretty good shape; now I was beginning to realize 
just how dominant MaryAnn could be, it was both 
intimidating and exciting at the same time.

When I finally got downstairs for breakfast, MaryAnn 
was already finished, sitting at the table waiting for 
me.

"John, I'm sorry if I was a tough on you before, but I 
wanted to make sure you realized that this is not 
going to be easy. These women take this very 
seriously; many of them hold grudges against men in 
general, feeling that they have been suppressed, 
ignored or in some cases abused and treated as second-
class citizens. Others just want to prove that they 
are equal to a man and can do anything a man can do. 
Still others already know that, they are just in it 
for the competition. That's the kind of women I want 
to find for you guys."

"I understand, don't worry about hurting me, I'm 
tougher than I look, just don't kill me, OK?"

"I can't make any promises..."

We both broke up laughing, 'what a kidder ', I 
thought... 'she was kidding, right?'

"From now on, I'll show you more submission holds and 
the best ways for you to avoid or escape them. In your 
case, this is not going to be a match where we train 
you to win, this is going to be training so that you 
survive."

If she was trying to boost my confidence level, she 
was doing a poor job of it.

For the next three weeks, I trained every morning, 
learning various defensive moves, building up my 
strength and endurance, and learning more about myself 
and my feelings for MaryAnn. Up until then, I never 
knew that I was what they called a submissive; that I 
wanted to be dominated by a woman. The more we 
wrestled, the more I enjoyed the feeling of her body 
dominating me; the feeling of helplessness when she 
had me in a hold; even the pleasure of the pain when 
she made me submit. Yet I also wanted to please her, 
to try my best, to make it harder and harder for her 
to make me submit.

I didn't see much of her outside of our training. She 
told me that she was working with Joe in the 
afternoons and when she wasn't training him, she was 
busy making the arrangements for our sessions. 
Finally, during dinner on Thursday of our fourth week 
of training, Joe announced that the session was 
scheduled for that Saturday morning. 

"Because we are going to be wrestling two different 
women, we can't do this together. MaryAnn will 
accompany you and give you whatever support she can. I 
will go to my session alone, Bart will drive me. Good 
Luck to us both." 

MaryAnn, looked over at me, smiled and said, "Don't 
worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you."

Saturday morning MaryAnn drove us to an old warehouse 
in Long Beach. The building had no signs, no writing 
of any kind on the building. We parked the car, there 
was only one other car in the parking lot. We walked 
to the side of the building, opened the door and 
proceeded into the empty warehouse. We walked through 
the front section of the building, which was only lit 
with the light that could find its way through the 
painted windows.

"MaryAnn, are you sure we are in the right building."

"Yes, this building is owned by a friend of mine who 
runs an underground fight club. You'll see everything 
is OK, we just have to go through this next door."

She opened the door, and we walked in. The room was 
brightly lit. As we walked down an aisle between rows 
of seats, I could see that we were in an arena of 
sorts. The seats were elevated and lined the outside 
walls of the room. In the center was a professional-
style boxing ring, only today it was going to be used 
as a wrestling ring. The canvas floor appeared to be 
stained with blood. I hoped that was not a bad omen 
for me.

"You're a little early, I like that."

The voice boomed from somewhere in the room. We both 
looked around, then spied a lone figure of a woman, 
walking down from the top row of seats, next to what 
appeared to be several large private viewing boxes.

To say her entrance was impressive would be an 
understatement. She wore a sports bra, a pair of skin- 
tight shorts, and what appeared to be wrestling shoes. 
It was her body, however that was the most 
intimidating of all. She was only about 5'7" tall, and 
probably weighed about one hundred sixty pounds, all 
of it appeared to be muscle.

"Where's Debbie?"

"Debbie got hurt last night, she called me early this 
morning, explained the situation and told me to tell 
you she was sorry she couldn't make it. You must be 
MaryAnn, she had nothing but good things to say about 
you. And this must be John, my opponent."

She stuck out her hand, "Pleased to meet you. I'm 
Wendy." 

I took her hand, gave it a firm squeeze, then tried to 
keep from crying out in pain as she returned my 
squeeze.

"Everything is all set, the timer is set for one hour, 
as I understand it, this will be a submission-only 
match, the highest number of submissions after one 
hour is declared the winner. Debbie said that the 
winner gets double the usual fee, and that she already 
had the money. The usual rules would apply; no biting, 
kicking, eye gouging, hair pulling allowed, there is a 
one minute recovery period after a submission, and 
that you were going to be the referee. Sounds fair to 
me. Good Luck, John..." Wendy paused meaningfully, 
"You're going to need it."

I looked over a MaryAnn, silently pleading for her to 
call off the whole thing. MaryAnn, however, was 
already removing her jacket, and climbing into the 
ring after Wendy. 

"Well, get ready and get in here and let's get this 
over with."

As I was removing my sweat suit, MaryAnn was talking 
with Wendy in her corner. MaryAnn had her back to me 
but I could see Wendy smiling and nodding her head in 
agreement. 

I climbed into the ring, did some stretching 
exercises, and turned to face Wendy, who was leaning 
with her back to the corner her arms draped over the 
top rope. MaryAnn walked over to the ring-side table, 
reached through the ropes, and activated the timer. 
She walked over to me put her hands on my shoulders 
and said,

"John, if you get in trouble remember it's alright to 
submit; now get out there and make me proud of you."

The last thing that went through my mind was, 'how am 
I going to make her proud of me if I keep submitting 
to my opponent.'

The bell sounded and the match began.

We both moved forward, meeting in the center of the 
ring, she stuck her hands out, fingers spread, looking 
for a test of strength. There was no way I was going 
to fall for that, her arms and shoulders made mine 
look like those of a child. I shook my head, looking 
for an opening, she shrugged her shoulders and we 
clenched in a classic neck-and-shoulder grip. With her 
extra weight and superior leg strength, she forced me 
backwards until I felt the ropes with the back of my 
legs, then before I knew what was happening I was 
flying through the air, head over heels, landing ten 
feet away and bouncing on my back into the opposite 
corner. 

Before I could catch my breath, she hauled me up and 
threw me the same way in the other direction. I lay 
there on my back, trying to shake out the cobwebs, 
when I saw her shadow crossing my body. I twisted my 
body away just as she left the ground planning to land 
on my chest. 

With a resounding boom, she hit the canvass hard, 
knocking the wind out of her lungs, momentarily 
stunned. Seizing the opportunity I circled behind her 
and tried to get a quick submission or knockout with a 
sleeper hold. I had my one arm under her chin and 
tried to lock it in with the other. Before I could, 
however, she grabbed hold of my arm and powered it 
down off of her chin and twisted the arm out straight 
as she regained her feet. With my arm out stretched, 
she spun around, flinging my body across the ring and 
into the corner. 

The entire ring shook as I hit the turnbuckles. Before 
I could move, she grabbed the same arm and flung me 
across the ring into the opposite corner. This time I 
hit face first, knocking all the air from my lungs. 
Once again she took my arm, but instead of at the 
corner, she sent me into the ropes. When I hit the 
ropes with my back, they fired me back into her 
waiting arms. 

Running into her chest was like hitting a wall, the 
air in my lungs was forced out by the impact, then she 
closed the bear hug, my chest had nowhere to expand 
for me to breathe. Between the pain of the hold and 
the lack of air, I knew I was beat, I wavered my arms, 
franticly, signaling my submission. 

"Wendy let him go, he submitted," came MaryAnn's 
booming voice.

She released me immediately and I crumbled to the mat 
trying to get a breath. 

MaryAnn leaned over me, "You OK?"

"Just fine," I said, as I crawled over towards my 
corner.

"Winner of the first submission, Wendy; John, you have 
one minute to recover."

I got to my corner and, using the ropes, was able to 
stand, breathing in as much air as I could. I glanced 
over at the large clock that was on the wall. 'That 
round had taken seven minutes; only fifty three more 
minutes to go.'

MaryAnn yelled, "OK, wrestle," and signaled for the 
match to continue.

Wendy confidently strode out into the middle of the 
ring. I circled around her, buying a little more 
breathing time. Instead of trying to attack her high, 
I tried to pull her lead leg out from under her. 
Although I did manage to get my arms around it, I 
didn't have the strength to lift her off her feet, 
instead she pulled me up by the waist and threw me 
over her shoulder, trying for a backbreaker hold. In 
mortal fear for my life, I squirmed and wiggled until 
my weight was behind her and she couldn't get a firm 
grip on me. 

Unfortunately I was also unbalanced and before I could 
prevent it, I came crashing down behind her, landing 
on my back. Before I could recover, she fell, chest 
first, length-wise onto my body, leaving me breathless 
once again. MaryAnn could see the look of horror that 
flashed across my face as I felt Wendy's legs snake 
around mine. She was already on her knees by my head 
as Wendy spread her legs, forcing mine wider apart 
than they had ever been before. I tried to scream out 
my submission, but there was no air in my lungs to 
make more than a tiny hiss.

"He submitted; let him go, Wendy."

Wendy released me, stood and walked over to her 
corner.

"Winner of the second round by submission, Wendy." 

"John, can you get up?"

"Not now let me rest a minute."

"You only have forty more seconds."

I used thirty of them to catch up on my breathing, 
then rolled over and got to my feet just as MaryAnn 
shouted "wrestle" to start the next round. I 
practically ran away from her as Wendy came out of her 
corner. She stood in the center of the ring, laughing 
as I ran around her. I guess she thought I was going 
to run for the rest of the match because she didn't 
keep her eyes on me. Here was my chance. I planted my 
foot and changed directions, hitting her with my 
shoulder in the small of her back. The force of my 
body block forced her into the ropes, she bounced off 
and fell backwards over me as I fell to my knees. 

I fell on the backs of her legs as she fell on her 
back, her legs almost touching the canvass on either 
side of her head. I had leverage on my side, so I held 
on, pinning her to the mat. Unfortunately for me, 
pinning someone did not give me any points. This was a 
submission and knockout only match. I couldn't figure 
out what else to do, but I was using up the time on 
the clock. Finally, she was able to roll over onto her 
shoulder and I was forced to give up the hold.

She continued the roll and with surprising speed she 
was back on her feet.

"Oh, so you want to play rough do you? Two can play at 
that game."

'Oh, shit,' I thought, 'now I'm in for it.'

Before I could react, she grabbed my arm and swung me 
into the ropes. I bounced off the ropes and into her 
arms once again, but this time there was no bear hug, 
instead she ran part way across the ring, jumped up 
and power slammed my body into the canvass. Wendy 
stood, picked me up and threw me down again. She did 
it one more time, before picking me up and placing me 
across her shoulders. She had the back-breaker secured 
before I could respond. I waved out my submission, 
which lucky for me MaryAnn saw.

"He's done, Wendy let him down."

Wendy just let me fall. With a thud, I hit the 
canvass, face first.

"Winner of the third round by submission: Wendy."

MaryAnn followed her back to her corner, they were 
having an argument, but I couldn't make out what they 
were saying, my head was still foggy from the pounding 
I had just taken.

I looked up at the clock just as MaryAnn started the 
next round, 

'Only half an hour more... you can do it, make MaryAnn 
proud of you.'

Wendy came charging out of her corner. I slipped away 
before she could corner me. She caught up to me a few 
moments later and got me into a side headlock. She 
began squeezing my head with all her might. 

"Ask him does he submit?" 

As MaryAnn leaned in and asked me, I yelled back my 
refusal.

After a few minutes, Wendy yelled out again, "Ask him 
does he submit?"

Again MaryAnn yelled at me, "John, do you submit?"

I answered her with one word, "No."

Wendy fell to the canvass, taking me with her. 
Apparently, she either didn't have the hold quite 
right or I have a very hard head, because I could feel 
her trying to wring out every ounce of power from her 
body and still I wasn't ready to submit. The pain was 
starting to get to me, and I began to hear ringing in 
my ears and seeing spots in front of my eyes. I was 
within a couple of seconds of having to submit or 
being rendered unconscious when Wendy, frustrated by 
not being able to make me surrender, released the 
hold, and swung her legs around my ribcage. I felt as 
if an elephant had sat on my chest, as she tried to 
squeeze me like a tube of toothpaste. I screamed out 
my submission.

MaryAnn had to roll me off of Wendy's leg so that she 
could return to her corner. I just lay there curled up 
in a fetal position. She got down on her knees and 
said to my face,

"I'm stopping this before she kills you." 

"No," I yelled. "How much time is left?"

 She looked up at the clock, and replied, "After the 
rest period, five more minutes."

I got to my knees, then to my feet. 

"I will finish this."

I heard MaryAnn call, 'wrestle.' When I got into my 
stance there were two Wendys coming at me. I grabbed 
at the neck of the one on my left and felt her neck 
beneath my hand, just as her mighty arms wrapped 
around my arms and shoulders. I could feel her begin 
to get behind me, I knew what was coming and did my 
best to avoid getting caught. She had one of my arms 
trapped in a half nelson but could not get hold of the 
other. Then, in a move of sheer desperation, I let my 
body go limp. The move surprised her as my body 
slipped down to the canvass out of her grasp.

"Come back here you little wimp."

I wiggled and squirmed as long as I could, expending 
all of my remaining energy. Just as I thought I was 
free from her grasp, I felt first one arm, then the 
other get trapped into her full nelson. I could feel 
her weight pushing me forward. My head almost between 
my legs, I saw the worried look on MaryAnn's face as 
she asked me if I submitted.

"No," was all I could get out, before I felt Wendy 
reverse directions dropping down onto her back onto 
the canvass. I was looking straight up into MaryAnn's 
eyes when I felt Wendy's legs wrap around my body. I 
felt pain like I never felt before as Wendy stretched 
out her legs and pulled up with her arms. I screamed 
out in pain as I watched MaryAnn scream something to 
Wendy, then the pain suddenly stopped.

I rolled off Wendy, ending up on my side facing them. 
I watched as MaryAnn grabbed Wendy by the throat, her 
arms bulging as she squeezed, her face turning purple 
with rage.

I could hear MaryAnn screaming, "What were you trying 
to do, break his back? If you hurt him I will kill you 
with my bare hands!"

"MaryAnn, let her go! Stop! MaryAnn, let her go!"

I heard Wendy start coughing, gasping for breath.

MaryAnn stood over her, fists clenched, her whole body 
shaking with anger. 

"MaryAnn, I'm OK," I said as I slowly got to my feet." 
I'm OK. Let her up."

MaryAnn put her arm around me keeping me steady as 
Wendy got to her feet.

"I'm sorry John, I don't know what came over me. I 
wanted to get that last submission so badly after you 
took all that other punishment the round before. I 
lost my head. Please forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive. I'm OK, I'll survive. By 
the way what was the final score?"

"Four to nothing," MaryAnn, said with an incredulous 
look on her face. "You never submitted in that last 
round and the time expired."

I stuck my hand out towards Wendy, "Nice match, you're 
one hell of a wrestler."

"Thank you, you're a hard man to break."

To MaryAnn I said, "Come on let's go home. I want to 
spend the rest of the day out in the hot tub, with a 
glass of wine, with you as my life guard."

MaryAnn helped me out of the ring, I picked up my 
clothes and we headed out to the car.

"I hope Joe fared better than I did."

"Don't put yourself down, considering that she was a 
lot stronger than you and had a lot more experience I 
think you did very well for your first match. Next 
time I'm sure you'll do a lot better."

'Next time... what does she mean, next time?'

I pondered that question all the way home. 

When we got home I went upstairs, changed out of my 
wrestling clothes, got my old bathing suit on, and 
went downstairs. On the way out to the pool I stopped 
at my desk, turned on the computer and edited my list:

Number 3 - do a wrestling session with a female 
wrestler - DONE.

I saved my file, closed down the computer, walked out 
to the hot tub next to the pool; MaryAnn was already 
there with two glasses and a bottle of Chardonnay. I 
eased my bruised and very sore body into the hot 
swirling water. MaryAnn was on the other side of the 
tub, facing me.

"Would you care for some wine?"

"Absolutely, thank you."

She reached over for the bottle and poured two 
glasses, then stood, and handed me a glass.

I took the glass from her, my mind in a daze. There 
standing before me, was my dream girl, her bare 
breasts right in front of my face, the water from the 
hot tub still dripping down her magnificent body.

"Didn't I tell you? I never wear a bathing suit in the 
hot tub; the chemicals ruin the material."

Then she sat down next to me.

"John, you made me very proud of you today. You stood 
up to that woman, a wrestler who had a lot more 
experience and was much stronger than you, and you 
never backed down, never surrendered."

"I submitted to her four times and it would have been 
five if time hadn't expired."

"John, there is a big difference between being forced 
to submit and being broken to the point of surrender."

I pondered that statement as I tried to figure out how 
I was ever going to get out of this hot tub.


-= Chapter 15 =-

'No, No, No... I won't do it... I can't do it!' 

I sat at my desk staring at the sheet of paper in 
front of me.

Number 2 - Have sex with 2 women at the same time.

I stormed out of the study and over to the library, 
where I knew Joe was reading the Sunday papers.

"I won't do it; you can't make me do it. How can you 
ask this of me after what I went through on Kauai?"

"John, settle down. I can make you do it, you don't 
have to like it, but I can. I'm doing this for your 
own good, precisely because of what happened on Kauai. 
I promise you that this will be the last one of this 
type on my list. I've always wanted to do this, and 
you're going to have to do it with me."

I stood there fuming, but realizing that I had no 
other choice; I had come too far to turn back now.

"John, I promise you that you will thank me for the 
rest of your life after you complete the last item on 
my list. Trust me."

I turned, left the library, and headed for the beach. 
I walked for hours, trying to sort out my feelings. It 
had been more than eleven months since I first met Joe 
and started this crazy quest of his. The end was in 
sight, the reward was great; but I had something else 
on my mind. I was in love with MaryAnn. When I first 
met her, I knew that it was lust I was feeling. She 
was an unreachable goal for me, with no hope of ever 
attaining. Now, however, I felt confident enough in 
myself as a person, as a man, that maybe I was good 
enough to at least take a shot at winning her love. 
This next task was going to be just another obstacle 
on my journey towards my ultimate goal.

I arrived back at the house around six; I could see 
the lights were still on in the library. I walked to 
the doorway and leaned in.

"When do we do this?"

"Good, I'm glad you've decided to do it. Friday night, 
same as before, except this time, I think we'll skip 
dinner. I'll make the arrangements. Please keep this 
to yourself, no need to let MaryAnn know. John, I'll 
make sure our dates for the evening are women we have 
never met before."

"Thank you Joe, I appreciate that. See you at dinner?"

"Yes, I'll be there."

The three of us had a quiet dinner, after which we sat 
on the patio, with a glass of wine and watched the sun 
set.

"MaryAnn, this week, can we concentrate on cardio 
during our workouts. I think John and I both need to 
build up our stamina."

I almost choked on my wine. 'Why does he always do 
that?'

For the next five days, MaryAnn alternated, putting us 
through long sessions on the treadmill, workouts on 
the heavy bag, and long runs on the beach. It actually 
was good for me; it gave my bruises a chance to heal. 
By Friday, I no longer felt any of the effects of my 
match with Wendy.

After breakfast, MaryAnn walked over to me and said 
that she was leaving to spend some time with her 
friend from college.

"I'll be back Sunday night, see you then."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

"Have fun this weekend."

I stood there stunned. It felt wonderful, but it also 
left me wondering, 'did she know what I was going to 
be doing later this evening? Was she saying that she 
was OK with it? Or was I just reading something into 
it that wasn't really there?'

After MaryAnn left, Joe walked into the study while I 
was on the computer.

"Everything is set; we'll meet our dates in the lobby, 
pick up our room keys, maybe get a drink or two at the 
bar and head upstairs for the evening. Dress will be 
casual, no need for any extra clothes, we can wear 
what we have on tomorrow morning. I've made 
arrangements for some toiletries to be provided. We'll 
leave here about 7PM."

At seven, dressed in kakis and a buttoned-down shirt, 
I got in the Porsche with Joe and we headed to Beverly 
Hills.

As promised, there were four lovely ladies, waiting 
for us in the lobby. Two were older, very good 
looking, well dressed women; they seemed to gravitate 
to Joe's side. The other two were obviously identical 
twins; each was about 5'10", about twenty-two years of 
age, with long legs and full, inviting chests. They 
came over to me, took me by the arms and whispered in 
my ear, "I'm Judy" -- "I'm Janice" -- "And we are 
going to have a lot of fun this evening."

If I wasn't hard before, I was hard now. We walked 
into the bar, sat at a table in the back, and had a 
drink. The twins and I shared a bottle of wine. We 
were talking and laughing like we were old friends 
except, every once in a while a hand would wander 
across my cock and caress it ever so gently, just to 
remind me what was in store for me later.

"Ladies, I think it's time to call it an evening," Joe 
proclaimed rising from his seat.

"Breakfast at eight."

Those were the last words I heard from Joe as he 
entered one of the two elevators. 

As soon as our elevator doors closed, both girls 
closed in around me, smothering me with kisses as 
skilled hands began unbuttoning my shirt and 
unfastening my belt. When we reached our floor, Janice 
took the key from me, led us to our room, and opened 
the door. Janice secured the door while Judy guided me 
to the bedroom. Then, both girls stood in front of me 
at the foot of the bed. Each dropped to their knees, 
pulled off my shoes and socks and unbuttoned my pants. 
With experienced hands, they relieved me of my pants 
and boxers. My cock was standing straight out.

"Oh look: he has a nice one, just like she said."

I didn't know if it was Judy or Janice, but one of the 
girls took me into her mouth, while the other stood, 
removed my shirt, and began kissing and sucking on my 
nipples. Then abruptly the action stopped, the girls 
stood up and proceeded to do a well-choreographed 
strip tease for me. I sucked in my breath as they 
stood there completely naked in front of me. Not only 
were they both very well endowed, they had both 
obviously spent all of their spare time in the gym. 

"Do you like women with muscles?"

"Very much so."

They had hidden their physiques well earlier in the 
evening. Now, however, there was no need. Each girl 
had broad shoulders, thick, well-muscled arms, a 
slender waist and a very firm looking ass. They were 
not overdeveloped body builders; rather they appeared 
to be built like swimmers or retired gymnasts who had 
outgrown the sport.

With a not-so-gentle shove, they forced me onto the 
bed. 

"I'm glad you approve, because we are in charge for 
the rest of the night. I guarantee you have never had 
a night like this before. Have you been practicing 
what you've been taught?"

"No, I haven't."

"That's good; I just hope, for your sake, that you 
remember your lessons well."

One of the twins took my cock in her hand, crawled 
onto the bed, straddled me and guided me into her 
pussy. She leaned over and stuck her tits in my face 
as she began to move up and down on my cock.

"Do you like my tits, they're the best money can buy. 
Suck on my nipples, that's it squeeze them. Oh, yeah 
that's good."

I could feel the other twin's hands, rubbing and 
gently squeezing my balls. I was not going to last 
long at all. I began to lift off the bed, trying to 
stuff as much of my cock into her as I could.

"You want to cum don't you?" said the twin on my cock. 
"I'm not ready for you to cum yet."

Suddenly I felt a sharp pain as the other twin clamped 
her hand around my balls and gave a hard squeeze.

I moaned, as I momentarily fell back on the bed, 
losing the rhythm.

"Hey, pay attention," I heard just as I got smacked, 
first on one side of my face then on the other, by a 
pair of very firm breasts. 

I pinched her nipples, and started humping off the bed 
once again.

"That's better, I'm almost there. Here it comes, yes. 
Yes... Cum with me."

I erupted inside of her as her pussy clamped down 
around my throbbing cock.

"Good boy, now its Judy's turn."

She pulled up off my cock, but instead of getting off 
me, she crawled up the bed, until she was straddling 
my face, her hands holding onto the headboard.

"Clean me; clean me good."

She lowered her pussy, full of my cum, right over my 
mouth.

"Get your tongue in there, get it all. That's it. Lick 
me, make me cum again."

I was concentrating on the pussy over my mouth, when I 
felt my cock slowly sink into Judy's hot pussy. She 
began to stroke up and down the length of my cock. She 
held me in so tightly that it felt as if she was going 
to rip it off. I guess I wasn't paying enough 
attention to Janice's pussy, because she grabbed the 
back of my head and started to rub it all over my 
face. Soon, she was screaming,

"Lick my clit, suck it, suck it."

I thought I was going to drown when her orgasm hit. 
Her juices poured out of her, up my nose, and into my 
mouth as she collapsed on my face.

I could hear Judy yelling at me.

"Give it to me you stud, fuck me hard. That's it, oh 
God... I'm cumming."

My second cumming of the night came on suddenly. I 
felt my balls tighten and I let loose, my shouts all 
but lost as Janice smothered me with her pussy.

After a few moments, Janice rolled off me to the left, 
while Judy took her place.

"Get busy, clean me good, make me cum again."

I got a second load of my own cum along with her 
juices. She held herself just high enough over my 
extended tongue that I could see the mixture of our 
juices drip out and into my mouth. My mouth was 
beginning to tire so I took her clit between my lips 
and whipped it with my tongue. Soon, she too began 
humping my face.

"I'm cumming again... here it comes. Oh yeah, stick 
out that tongue. Get it all"

She froze above me, her pussy juices dripping into my 
mouth. After a few final licks, she rolled over to my 
right side.

They both laughed when they got a good look at my face 
covered with their juices. They each took a side and 
licked me with their talented tongues, cleaning me as 
best they could. Then Janice got up and brought back a 
wet washcloth and did the honors. We rested for a 
while.

Janice got up off the bed, "Ok, John, rest time is 
over, you stand here at the foot of the bed and 
watch."

It appeared that she was going to be the ringmaster of 
this sexual circus.

"Judy, let's show him how we did it when we were 
kids."

Needing no further instructions she reversed 
directions and lay on her back with her head at the 
foot of the bed. Janice crawled up over her for a 
girl-on-girl sixty-nine. I could feel my cock already 
getting hard again as they began to lick each other. 
Their moans filled the room. I stood at the foot of 
the bed, my hand sliding up and down my erection.

Then, Judy opened her eyes and looked at me. Suddenly, 
her gaze became hard.

"Hey! Who said you could play with yourself?" Judy 
shouted.

I stopped immediately and let go of my cock, which was 
twitching in time with the beating of my heart.

After a few more minutes, Judy stopped licking 
Janice's pussy and yelled sternly,

"Well, don't just stand there; fuck her!"

I didn't have to be told twice; I stepped up to 
Janice, grabbed her by the hips, and thrust my cock 
all the way into her in one smooth motion. I started 
fucking her immediately, the sound of flesh slapping 
flesh filling the room.

Janice pulled her head off Judy's pussy and shouted, 
"Holy shit, Holy shit, that's it... fuck that pussy."

I could feel Judy's tongue on the bottom of my cock, 
and her hand kneaded my balls as I fucked her sister 
harder and faster.

Janice dropped her head and went at her sister's pussy 
like a mad woman. Soon I felt Janice's pussy spasm 
around my cock, at the same time Judy leaned her head 
back and captured my ball sack in her mouth just as 
she screamed out her orgasm. I froze in fear as I felt 
the odd sensation of Judy's scream in my balls, and 
realized that if she lost control she might bite my 
balls off.

Then the moment passed. Judy released my balls as I 
pulled out of Janice's pussy, Janice got to her feet, 
as did Judy; they switched positions and now I was 
presented with Judy's pussy, as Janice guided my cock 
to the entrance. I felt a pair of hands grab my ass 
cheeks and pull me forward burying my cock deep in her 
pussy.

"You bastard... that's good... give it to me. That's 
it, give it to me hard." 

Then I felt something I never felt before as Janice 
stuck a finger up my ass. I could feel it rub up 
against my prostate, which triggered my orgasm. That 
set Judy off again, screaming into Janice's pussy. 
Judy must have bit on Janice's clit and held it, 
because she jumped and tried to buck her sister right 
off the bed as she screamed below me. 

We all rested for a few moments and then disengaged 
ourselves. It was my turn to get the washcloth, rinse 
it in warm water and carefully clean up all the 
sensitive parts.

Judy and Janice crawled up to the head of the bed and 
lay on their backs next to one another.

"John, I want you to make love to our feet. Suck our 
toes."

This was something I never heard of before, but I 
didn't want to disappoint them, so I got up on the bed 
between the two of them on my knees and began to suck 
on Judy's toes while I reach over and massaged Jan's 
foot.

"Hmmm, that's good; make sure you get them all."

When I was done with Judy, I started on Jan's toes.

"Oh Judy, maybe we should bring him home with us, this 
would feel so good after a rough day at work." 

They both laughed. I didn't really know why, but I was 
beginning to get hard again.

"That's enough, John. Now I want you to fuck us both, 
just like this; switch off from one to the other until 
we both cum."

I started with Judy. I got between her legs and pushed 
my cock into her pussy. I started with short quick 
strokes, until I was sure she was ready for more. Then 
I moved over her and, supporting my weight with my 
arms I resumed my movements, this time using the 
entire length of my cock, slowly at first, then harder 
and faster. I bent down, first biting one nipple then 
the other. When I could feel her beginning to thrust 
her hips off the bed, I stopped, sat back, pulled out 
and moved between Janice's legs and started from the 
beginning.

"You son of bitch," Judy yelled when she realized what 
I had done.

'Two can play at this game,' I thought to myself.

I did the same thing with Jan: I pulled out and 
switched back to Judy.

Now there was no playing around, just long hard 
strokes until I felt her feet on my ass, urging me 
deeper. 

"Give it to me stud, that's it harder." 

I increased my pace until I could go no faster, then I 
watched as her eyes opened wide. Her mouth opened as 
if to scream, but no sound came out, and she began to 
tremble. I gave her one final thrust and ground my 
cock into her as deep as I could. Her eyes seemed to 
roll up into the back of her head and she lay still.

I pulled out of her and switched back to Jan.

"I want just what she had."

I tried my best; I was pounding away, when I noticed 
Judy begin to stir. Now I had an audience again, so I 
leaned over and bit on Jan's nipples as I gyrated my 
hips, grinding myself into her clit. 

"Oh God... here it comes, I'm cumming."

I felt my own orgasm building; I continued giving it 
to her as hard, fast and deep as I could. Then I froze 
as my balls emptied once again. 

I started to move my hips once again, when Judy leaned 
over and put her hand on my shoulder,

"Hey stud, you can stop now; she won't be feeling 
anything for a while."

Sure enough, Jan was out like a light.

"Go get a new washcloth; I'll take care of my sister."

When Jan's eyes started to flutter open, I leaned over 
and gave her a kiss.

"Welcome back."

The three of us lay on the bed, me in the center with 
a twin on either side. At that moment I wished for a 
mirrored ceiling. I doubt that anyone could have been 
more satisfied than I was at that moment.

Then Jan moved down my body and began kissing and 
sucking on my cock. 

'Don't these girls ever have enough?' I doubted that I 
could even get it up again. Then Judy got into the 
act, feeding me one, then the other, of her beautiful 
tits. Soon, to my amazement, I could feel my cock 
begin to harden yet again. 

"Oh good, he's ready again."

Jan climbed up and onto my erection, as Judy, swung 
one leg over my head so that she was facing Jan. I 
couldn't see anything except Judy's wonderful ass, but 
I could hear her urging Jan to ride me faster and 
harder. 

"Squeeze my tits Judy, suck my nipples. Oh god, I'm 
cumming again. Let's switch."

They both got up and quickly changed places. Soon the 
sounds and feeling started again. My jaw and tongue 
were beginning to ache, but I was determined to get 
them both to cum one more time. I heard Jan sigh, felt 
her shudder as she orgasmed again. Then I felt Judy 
stop bouncing on my cock as she too had another cum.

Judy rolled off me and Jan leaned forward. She 
captured my cock in her mouth and did her best to 
swallow me whole, using her throat muscles to work my 
cock for one last cum.

I felt myself shutter and shake; Jan pulled back 
leaving just the tip of my cock in her mouth as she 
ran her tongue around and around its super-sensitive 
head. She gently took hold of my balls and waited. 
When I finally stopped shaking she released me, got 
off my chest and announced rather proudly; "We did it 
Judy; I think we finally fucked and sucked him dry."

I lay there on my back totally exhausted; they came up 
on the bed, kissed me on each cheek and whispered to 
me; "You just graduated with highest honors, some day 
you're going to make some woman very happy. You just 
go to sleep; we're going to grab a quick shower and 
leave. I'll set the alarm for seven-thirty. Thank you 
for an incredible night."

I glanced at the clock; it was almost 1:30AM, we'd 
been going at for over five hours. I smiled and 
thought of MaryAnn - just before I passed out.

The alarm went off at 7:30; remembering that Joe was 
expecting me for breakfast at 8:00, I jumped out of 
bed, showered and shaved, brushed my teeth and looked 
around for my clothes. The girls had picked them up, 
and hung them in the closet. 

I walked out of the room at 8:05; my cock and jaw were 
both sore; but I was one very happy camper.

Joe was sitting having his first cup of coffee.

"John, I see you made it through the evening."

"I see you made it through as well."

"Yes, they took pity on this old man, and didn't work 
me over too badly. Let's get you some coffee and order 
breakfast, I'm starved."

We had a leisurely breakfast, checked out and drove 
back to Malibu. 

When we got back home, I couldn't wait to get onto my 
computer. I opened my document and added, Number 2 - 
Have sex with 2 women at the same time - DONE.

I saved my document, shut down my computer, leaned 
back in my chair and said to no one there,

"Nine down and one to go."


-= Chapter 16 =-

Sunday morning I went down to the gym and, since 
MaryAnn had still not returned from her weekend with 
her college friend, I had to work out alone. I didn't 
expect to see Joe come down for an early morning 
workout. I did a half hour on the treadmill, a half 
hour on the free weights, and a half hour on the heavy 
bag. I ate alone for breakfast and lunch, so I was 
very pleased when MaryAnn came home about 4:00. 

She took her bag up to her room, then came downstairs 
and we chatted out on the patio. As was our custom, 
neither one of us asked the other what they did on the 
weekend. We respected each other's privacy.

I told her that I had not seen Joe since Saturday 
morning. She mentioned that he had called her, telling 
her that he had some last minute business dealings to 
handle and would be back in a couple of days. 

I told her that I was on pins and needles waiting for 
Joe to give me the next, and last, task that we had to 
do in order to complete his list.

"John, I'm so happy to hear that, I hope it won't be 
too difficult."

"Joe assured me that I'd enjoy it and be thankful to 
him for the rest of my life."

The next two days were uneventful. MaryAnn and I were 
able to spend more and more time together. Joe 
returned late on Tuesday night, and stayed in the 
library most of the next day. After dinner Wednesday 
evening, Joe rose from the table and asked me to meet 
him in the library. As he was walking out, he turned 
to MaryAnn and said,

"Give us a while, then please come to the library."

Something was up, but knowing Joe, I'd have to wait 
for him to tell me what it was.

"John, come on in. Please shut the doors."

"Joe, what's up?"

"John, please sit down. I owe you a very long and 
detailed explanation as to what has been going on here 
for the last twelve months. Before I give you the 
final envelope I have a confession to make.

My heart stopped, 'all this has been an act, he's not 
rich and everything he had he spent on his list.'

"I told you a half-truth; I'm not dying of cancer." 

'I knew it.'

"I do, or did, have cancer; skin cancer on my shoulder 
that I had removed almost a year ago. And as far as 
dying, we're all dying each and every day; we're 
getting one day closer to the end of our lives. So I 
really didn't lie to you. Sort of.

"Let me tell you more about me. What your mother told 
you was true; I ran away from home when I was eighteen 
and spent six years in the Navy. On my ship I was 
known as the go to guy. If you needed something, you 
came to me. I had a knack for being able to get my 
hands on stuff that no one else could get. I honed 
that skill for my entire stint in the Navy. I made a 
lot of money and a lot of friends helping people get 
things they needed. I bent a lot of rules but never 
broke any, at least as far as I know. 

"After I got out, I used that money, those skills and 
the friends I made, to make more money and more 
friends in higher places. Soon the deals I was getting 
involved in began making serious money. I took a lot 
of chances because I felt I was playing with the 
house's money. I got really lucky and made millions on 
land deals in Hawaii, and real estate deals here in 
California. The more money I made, the greater the 
drive I had to make more money. Then I dropped out for 
a while, collected my winnings, built this house and 
bought the estate in Kauai, and basically retired at 
the age of 33.

"I used to hang out on Venice Beach, watch the 
bodybuilders work out, and dream of doing the same 
thing with my body. There was a beautiful Norwegian 
bodybuilder named Diana, they nicknamed her 'The 
Valkyrie,' because of her fierce competitiveness in 
everything she did. I wanted to meet her so badly, but 
I felt I wasn't in her league; she could have any of 
those guys she wanted. One day I saw her having a 
terrible argument with one of the other bodybuilders. 
She left the beach with tears in her eyes. I knew she 
was hurting badly. I followed her at a distance, out 
to the far end of the parking lot. As she neared her 
car, two of the guys from the beach jumped her and 
began beating her. I almost turned away, not wishing 
to get beat up myself. But at the last minute I ran 
across the parking lot screaming 'Police!' at the top 
of my lungs. They both turned and ran, not realizing 
that I was a force of one. 

"I helped her to my car and I took her to the 
hospital. I waited for several hours while they 
patched her up. They told me that they would have to 
keep her overnight for observation. When they asked me 
who I was I told them that I was her boyfriend. 

'Congratulations, one of the nurses said after the 
doctor had left, your girlfriend is pregnant.'

"The next morning I went up to see her." 

'You're the guy from the parking lot; it was you who 
saved me. Why did you say you were my boyfriend?'

'Wishful thinking I guess.'

'You don't want to be him, because when I get out of 
here I'm going to break every bone in his body. He and 
his brother were the guys that were beating me up. I 
told him I was going to have a baby, his baby. We 
argued. First he denied it was his, then he wanted me 
to have an abortion; it seemed that a baby wouldn't 
sit too well with his socialite fiancée. When I 
refused to have the abortion, they tried to make me 
have a miscarriage. That's when you arrived. Now I 
have no place to go and no money. I guess I'll have to 
move back to Minnesota and live with my cousins.'

'I have an offer for you. If you want, you can live 
with me. I just built a brand new house on the beach 
in Malibu. I want to build a first-class gym in the 
basement. If you come to work for me as my fitness 
coach, you and your baby can live with me as long as 
you like. I have plenty of room and I'll pay you well.

'What do you say?'

"She agreed and came to work for me. She had a baby 
girl and for the next two years, she put together a 
world-class gym, and whipped my ass into the greatest 
shape I was ever in. We used to wrestle against each 
other. Of course, she would beat me most of the time; 
she was just too strong for me. Then, I started to put 
a winning streak together. The first couple of wins 
resulted in some great sex, right there on the mat. 
After the last time that I won, she just lay there 
with a worried look on her face. 

'Joe, something is wrong with me; I'm losing strength 
in my arms and legs and I'm losing weight even though 
I'm eating like a horse.'

"We took her to the doctor and then to a specialist 
who told us she had pancreatic cancer. The prognosis 
was not good; at that time they had no treatment for 
it. They told her she had three to six months.

"We returned home, made love, and planned for the end. 
I wanted to get married; she refused. All she wanted 
was for me to take care of her little girl. I watched 
her waste away; this once mighty Amazon was a mere one 
hundred and twenty pounds when she died.

"I was a basket case for almost a year before I 
finally snapped out of it. I put all my energies back 
into business. I made deals; I made lots of money. And 
I adopted her little girl. She had the best of 
everything, except me. It was too painful for me to be 
with her; every time I looked at her, I saw Diana. So 
I traveled. A lot. My businesses overseas flourished. 
I sent her to private schools, nothing but the best 
was good enough for her.

During one of the weekends that we were both home, I 
passed by her room and heard her sobbing. I was just 
about to walk into her room, when I heard her say,

'Why doesn't he love me? I would give anything for us 
to be a family, I just want a daddy who loves me.'

"Talk about a kick in the gut. I rushed into the room, 
held her tight, and promised her that I would always 
love her, that we would be a real family. And we have 
been ever since.

"She graduated from high school, I was there. She 
graduated from college, I was there. I had her take 
over as my fitness coach, allowing her as much time 
and freedom as she wanted or needed. I wanted her to 
be happy, to find someone, to get married and have 
kids of her own. The one area in which she seems to 
have trouble in is relationships; but I'll let her 
tell you about that if she wants.

"About seven years ago, I received a letter from your 
mother. She was worried about you. You had just 
graduated from college, but seemed to have no 
ambition, no drive and, as far as she knew, no woman 
in your life. I called her and, after a long talk, she 
made me promise her that I would look after you. She 
must have had a premonition of something bad happening 
to her, because within six months she and your father 
were dead. You never realized it, but I was always 
looking over your shoulder. I bought the company you 
worked for just to insure you would have a job. I 
couldn't understand why you stayed there, so I had 
them give you a series of psychological tests, which 
you thought everyone had to take. I had the tests 
reviewed and was told that you were a submissive, even 
if you didn't realize it yourself. That you needed 
someone to be dominant over you, to make the decisions 
in your life. That was why you never had 
relationships, why you appeared to have no ambitions 
in life.

"I needed to get you out of there, to make you 
understand yourself, to bring that part of your 
character out of the closet; so I devised this plan of 
mine, this bucket list. Everything on that list was 
designed to help you understand and improve yourself."

I sat there, too stunned to comment, reviewing in my 
mind every task that had been on the list.

"The first task I had you do was to plan and 
coordinate the balloon ride. I knew you were afraid of 
heights, so it made you confront your fear and to 
ultimately conquer it. I saw that you could handle 
yourself making the arrangements on your own. It also 
gave us time together to get to know each other. 

"The second task was the public speaking and business 
skills improvement course. The purpose of that was for 
you to overcome your awkwardness around business 
people, to help you communicate better, and to help 
you with your self-esteem.

"The third task, the dancing classes, were for the 
obvious reason -- to learn how to dance -- but more 
importantly, to get you to loosen up around MaryAnn, 
to get you more comfortable interacting with women.

"The boxing with a woman task was to help you 
understand that deep within your psyche you wanted to 
be dominated, AND that it was OK to be dominated by a 
strong powerful woman.

"The two tasks with Edel were designed to teach you 
the art of making love to a woman. It's not something 
we're born knowing, it comes from experience. These 
were supposed to give you some of that experience, and 
who better to teach you than a caring professional.

"The task of volunteering at the shelter had two 
purposes. One was obvious: to show you firsthand how 
fortunate we are to have what we have; the other was 
to instill in you the need for the feeling you get 
when you give of yourself in service to others. Giving 
money, especially from your surplus is easy; giving of 
yourself is what is truly important.

"The task of wrestling with a woman once again had two 
purposes; one was to reinforce the idea that it was OK 
to be dominated by a strong woman. The second purpose 
involved the training with MaryAnn leading up to the 
session. I wanted you two to spend more time together, 
to have physical contact with each other and for you 
to accept her as being dominant in your relationship.

"The final task, the threesome, had only one purpose. 
It was to build up your self-confidence and endurance. 
For you to get used to having to expend every ounce of 
energy in order to please your woman. I know from 
experience; believe me, I know.

"I have one more envelope for you, but before I let 
you open it, I want you to talk with MaryAnn."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Joe got up, 
opened it, and let MaryAnn in.

"I'll leave you two alone." He left and closed the 
door behind him.

MaryAnn walked over to me, kissed me on the cheek and 
took a seat next to me, in front of the desk. 

"I wanted to talk to you before you saw what was in 
the last envelope. First of all, I assume you already 
figured out that I am Joe's daughter. Actually his 
stepdaughter, but he's been the only father I've ever 
known. I wanted to let you know that I've known about 
this scheme of his from the very beginning. At first I 
was vehemently against it. That was before you 
arrived. After I met you, I was curious to see just 
how it was going to work. I admit that I was a 
terrible tease that first time by the pool. I had 
never had that kind of effect on a man before. By the 
way, just to let you know, I could see you up in your 
room and what you were doing." Before I could react, 
she put her hand on my arm and said, "Don't be 
embarrassed, John; I was both flattered and impressed. 

"Growing up, I never really related to boys, in the 
usual sense anyway. I was a tomboy; I wanted to play 
with the boys, to beat them at their own games, to 
dominate them. That led to some very short 
relationships. I knew of the history of my mom and 
dad's relationship, which was why I studied what I did 
in school. 

"I grew up to be a strong, combative, dominating 
woman, just like my mother. I knew that I needed to 
find someone like Dad, if I was going to find true 
happiness in my life. That's why I agreed with Dad to 
continue after the first couple of tasks. I watched as 
your personality changed, how you became more self-
confident, more sure of yourself. I started to like 
you more and more.

"During your boxing training I saw how you reacted to 
me physically and knew you and I could have a 
meaningful relationship. I was the one who suggested 
the tasks involving the escorts, by the way. I told 
Dad that one of us had to be experienced in making 
love if we ever got together. Believe me it took all 
my will power not to out-and-out rape you that day out 
by the pool when I saw you in that Speedo. 

"There's one other thing I want to tell about myself 
before you open the final envelope. I sort of hinted 
at it when I was telling you about my girlfriend from 
college. I really enjoy participating in full contact 
sports, namely boxing and wrestling. In college, even 
though I had access to all the money I needed, I 
organized boxing and wrestling matches for a fee, just 
like the sessions you did. I fought women until I no 
longer could get any women opponents, then I started 
fighting men. It was a real rush for me to beat up on 
a guy. 

"After college I spent a lot of my free time at Kris's 
Gym. Kristin used to set me up with female opponents 
from the gym. I would also enter "tough girl" 
contests, and won more than my share of them. That's 
what I was doing on those weekends when I was visiting 
with my friends."

She stood, picked up the envelope off Joe's desk, and 
handed it to me.

"Now you can open it."

She turned and started for the door.

"No, please stay."

I slid my finger under the flap and broke the seal. 
Inside was a single sheet of paper just like all the 
others. I unfolded it and read, Number 1 - I want you 
to marry my daughter, MaryAnn.

Reading it had just been a formality. I already knew 
where Joe was leading me. I just wanted a little more 
time to make up my mind.

"MaryAnn, can I ask you a question? Whose idea was 
this?

She looked at me, paused, then smiled and said, "I'm 
sure, in Joe's mind, this was the ultimate goal of his 
scheme, to get his headstrong daughter married. I can 
assure you that if I hadn't fallen in love with you 
during this last year, I would have put a stop to it."

I folded the piece of paper, inserted it back in the 
envelope and put it back on Joe's desk. I stood, 
walked around the back of her chair and took two steps 
towards the door before turning around and getting on 
one knee in front of her, taking her hands in mine I 
asked, "MaryAnn, I love you. Will you marry me?"

I saw a tear roll down her cheek.

"Yes."

We stood, kissed and held each other in a loving 
embrace.

"Let's go to my room."

We stopped by the study on the way to her room, I 
turned on the computer and called up the file, there 
was one last edit I had to make.

Number 1 - I want you to marry my daughter, MaryAnn - 
DONE.


-= Epilog =-

MaryAnn and I did get married, that was about twelve 
years ago. Our love for each other has only gotten 
stronger as time has passed. That's not to say we 
haven't had our share of fights, we have... it's just 
that almost all of them have taken place in the combat 
room. 

When we spar, there's never a winner or loser, it's 
always just for fun and the benefits of a good 
workout. When we wrestle, however, there's always a 
winner; me. It's not what you're thinking. MaryAnn 
always ends up either pinning me or making me submit. 
It's just that we either start out or end up naked, 
and the sex that follows is always absolutely 
fantastic.

I'm sure our daughter, Meagan, was conceived after one 
of those sessions. She just celebrated her tenth 
birthday. She looks just like her mother when she was 
that age. 

As for Joe, after our honeymoon, he took up permanent 
residence in Hawaii. He said he wanted to give us more 
privacy. To tell you the truth, I think we were 
keeping him up at night. He was never a recluse, 
however, he would travel back to the mainland 
regularly or would have us come visit him, which 
Meagan especially loved.

It was a severe stroke that finally killed him, not 
cancer. He asked to be buried in the small family plot 
on his estate on Kauai, next to Diana, the only woman 
he ever loved.

Thanks to some very shrewd estate planning, massive 
amounts of life insurance, and his timely death during 
2010 most of his estate passed through to his only two 
heirs: MaryAnn and me.

We live our lives to the fullest. We volunteer 
frequently at the Sisters of Mercy Mission and have 
continued being their anonymous benefactors.

As for our own bucket list, there's really no need for 
one.

THE END


I hope you enjoyed my story. Your comments are always 
welcome.
Submissive Romantic
submissiveromanticone@gmail.com

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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