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REV Master's Island 21 {Taoman} {Mf+, oral, anal, bi, spanking}

   Master's Island copyright @2000 Taoman.  The right of Taoman to be
identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with
Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and Patents Act 1988

   Author's Note: This is the complete final revised version.  I am sorry
for any reader's frustration that may have occurred due to the previous
version's many problems.  I suggest you delete any other MASTER'S ISLAND
files you have archived.  Thanks go to Morgan for his patient editorial
assistance in the completion of this.  The complete version can be found at
storiesonline.net (a free and non-commercial site).  Please take time to
rate the story while there.  Comments: thomhobs@hotmail.com



   Chapter 21 **2014** Epilogue

   I lay naked on my back staring at the textured plaster ceiling of the
hotel room.  I had a cold beer perched on my stomach.  The chatter of the
television rode faintly above the humming drone of the air conditioner.



   "Not sure if I was a hero or a son of a bitch," is what Jennifer's
father had said to me when I had met him earlier in the day.  He said he
wasn't sure which, but his "gut feelings" were to give me "thanks" for
having "his little girl back".  He had shaken my hand and I saw tears gleam
in his eyes.



   It was six months now back in the States.  I had resumed my career
flying with Talbot Industries, although now days my work was stateside. 
Today I was in Washington and had spent the day in a closed Congressional
inquiry.  The meeting room had packed with lawyers, assorted bureaucrats,
politicians and diplomats.  The dead solders back on the island had been
part of some backwater Indonesian government's police force and their
killing had created a minor international incident.



   Talbot Enterprises under authority of its newly appointed board of
directors had made an initial offer to settle all costs, but our lawyers
had smelled blood and held out.  There had been an out-of-court settlement.
My bank account now had a whole series of numbers and zeros in it.  I had
been thinking that my own charter flying business might be a future
possibility.



   The younger girls seemed to have adjusted well back in "the real world".
We had all last been together months ago at a news conference.  Afterwards
I had regular calls and cards from the three, and then over the months this
had slowed to a trickle.  The teenagers had enjoyed their moment of fame. A
sports magazine had used them as models in a tropical swimsuit issue.  I
thought their sex appeal transcended the professional models elsewhere in
the magazine.



   Then the two had been offered a job as "technical consultants" on a
reality based survival series on another island.  They would interview the
ejected contestants.  I noticed the girl's wardrobe consisted entirely of
bikinis.



   I had talked to all three on the phone.  I was flying again and was not
at a specific place for any length of time.  So it was a matter of luck
when contact was made.  Brittany seemed to have found a budding career in
show business.  She told me she had an agent and there had been an offer
for a part in a sitcom.  Then she had told me some news that caused an
unexpected pang of jealously.  A new young man had come into her life.  As
she had excitedly related how wonderful this guy was I silently counseled
myself that now we were back in the real world.  I took a deep breath,
stated I was very happy for her and that he was a lucky guy.  I only talked
to Jennifer twice from public phones and our conversations had been
generally perfunctory.  She entered a school on the West Coast and was as
busy as I was.  Kimberly was not one to chat on the phone but she was doing
well.  She had returned to her business and her recent publicity seemed to
have opened new doors of opportunity.  I thought each time after we had
hung up that she wanted me to say more.



   I had thought I might see them earlier in the day at the courthouse. 
But evidently they had previously given their testimony and in absence had
been represented by their legal counsel.



   So tonight, I found myself back in the real world, ready to start a new
life and very much alone.  I had been celibate since our return.  This was
not because of lack of opportunity.  Since my return women seemed to find
me irresistible.  Wherever I went, females of all types seemed to want to
touch me or convey their interest.  I wondered if I was giving off some
type of wild male pheromone.  But I couldn't generate a response.  I just
was not excited by the civilized game of love anymore.  I wondered what had
happened to me.  I felt empty and depressed in this world.



   There was a knock on the door.  I had not been expecting company and
knew no one in this town so I assumed it was room service.  I donned the
complementary robe and cracked the door.



   Jennifer stood in the hallway.  She was wearing a smart suit and
carrying a overnight bag.  She smiled at me.

   "Hey boss, I brought you a present," she said brightly.



   Jennifer had a leash in her hand and she tugged it.  The leash led to
Kimberly who stepped into my view.  The leash was attached to a
multi-colored wire collar around the older woman's neck.  Kimberly was
wearing a three-quarter-length leather trench coat and high heels.  It fell
open and I could see she was naked underneath.  Her eyes had been downcast
and she brought her face up.  I saw the ocean in her blue eyes.  I smiled,
then she smiled and I heard the roar of the waves.



   The End



   FINAL NOTE: Thanks for all the kind remarks I have received for this
work.  Please look for the forthcoming all new and expanded LISA, MY
UNCLE'S PET.



   

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