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The following is a work of fiction regarding sexual
relationships.  If you feel that it is illegal, immoral, or
otherwise improper for you to read this, then *Don't Read It.*

*  *  *

*Cynthia Martin*

*Copyright (c) By Morgan, 1991, 2001*

Please note the original copyright date.  This story was
basically written ten years ago.  As a result, you will likely
find obsolete references.  I'm afraid you'll just have to live
with it; it's too tedious trying to keep up with the latest and
greatest.

This book is part of the Ali Clifford saga and is a sequel to --
and much longer than -- _Call Girls._  If you haven't read it, I
urge you to do so.  Without having read it, the actions in the
first few pages will not make any sense.

Incidentally, you will find occasional entries, _word_.  The
reason for this is that MS Word's Auto Format function puts a
word preceded and followed by an underscore in italics; that's my
intent.  Similarly, *word* results in the word appearing in bold
face.  If you use Word's Auto Format, it will take care of
things; if you don't, you at least know why it's there.

More of my works are posted on my site <www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Morgan/www> 
If you like it -- or if you don't -- please let me know at
<morg105829@aol.com.>  My books are now also being posted on
<www.storiesonline.net> although at this writing there are fewer
of them than on my site.

*  *  *

*Chapter 34*

Late in the afternoon of December 31, Cindy drove into the garage
of her former apartment building and parked in one of the two
parking spaces assigned to her old apartment.  The other space
was still empty.  With help from the doorman she carried platters
of cold hors d'oeuvres up to the apartment and used her key to
let herself in.  Then she made another trip to the garage to
bring up shopping bags full of materials for hot hors d'oeuvres
that she was planning on making there.

With all of her materials now on hand she called out, but no one
was in the apartment, so she began her final preparations.  When
everything was complete, she took the opportunity slowly to walk
around the penthouse apartment and look it over for the last
time.  As she did, she was surprised to feel her cheeks wet with
tears.  Suddenly she realized the extent of her love that was
contained in the furnishings.  The apartment was now simply
exquisite and she loved it.  She had achieved perfectly the
feeling of warmth and comfort for which she had been striving.

Sadly, she shook her head.  Now, even though she and Dan had
loads of money, the division's work load was so heavy and was
continuing to grow so fast, she knew she couldn't possibly take
the time to decorate another apartment for themselves the way she
had done this one.  Her father had told her the apartment's buyer
was really a nice guy and was very highly regarded in Chicago
banking circles -- he was felt to be a real comer.  Her brow
furrowed as she realized he had never mentioned his name, though.
 She puzzled over this because, during the last few months with
all her work involving the steel mill and Northern National Bank,
she thought she might have met him somewhere or at least heard of
him.

Jerking out of her reverie, she ran to the liquor cabinet but
then relaxed when she found it had been fully stocked with very
good brands, while the bar refrigerator was loaded with chilling
bottles of Dom Perignon.  Clearly, the new owner had fine taste
in champagne and the money to satisfy it.  With everything
prepared ahead of time that could be, she sat down in an easy
chair and closed her eyes.  Almost instantly she fell asleep.

She was still sleeping when she felt Dan's lips on hers.  Without
opening her eyes she put her hand around his neck to hold him in
position while she returned his kiss with all the love and
passion she could muster.  Suddenly, her eyes opened with a start
as she remembered where she was. _Dan?  Here!?_  she thought. 
When her eyes opened, she confirmed what her lips had already
told her.  It was Dan!

"What are you doing here, darling?" she asked, now wide awake. 
"You never told me you knew the owner."

Dan, seemingly without effort, lifted her out of the chair and
into his arms.  Then he turned around and sat down again with
Cindy now sitting across his lap.  He kissed the tip of her nose
and grinned saying, "Darling, of course I know the owner."  She
looked puzzled and he added, "I _am_ the owner.  And you're the
co-owner."  Her lips formed into an "O" of amazement as he
reached into his pocket and took out a gold key.  "Darling, your
key to our first home together."

Now his teasing stopped as he hugged her tightly saying, "Cin,
it's so obvious that you put all your love and thoughtfulness
into this apartment to make it truly exquisite.  Honey, there
really is another career for you as a decorator to go with your
career as a chef.  This place is so warm and comfortable!  I
absolutely love it...  almost as much as I love you.  Thank you,
darling."

Cindy had been shaking her head.  Finally she said, "Do you mean
to say this is _ours?_  Honest?"  He nodded his head vigorously
and said, "I have something else to get for you.  Just a minute."
 Again he effortlessly rose to his feet with Cindy still in his
arms, turned around, set her down in the chair, and disappeared
into the library.

He came back with a fat envelope which he emptied out on a table.
 He began to give her a series of things beginning with a
checkbook.  She looked at it and realized it was for a joint
checking account in the names of Cynthia K. Martin and Daniel P.
Burke.  Then he gave her a new MasterCard, Visa, and American
Express card.  Finally, he leaned over and kissed her softly on
the lips.  Again, the electricity flowed between them.

When he moved away he said, "Darling, I hope we can be married
pretty soon.  How would it be if we got married the weekend after
the Super Bowl?  I know there are some people who are going to be
pretty busy until then.  Of course, you might want to buy a dress
or something?..."

Cindy still couldn't believe it.  She said, "Darling, you're not
teasing?  This is really ours?  And you're asking me to marry you
in just a month?"

He smiled and kissed her softly saying, "It sure is and I sure
am.  Honey, I don't know why you still speak to me with all of
the nasty tricks I play on you.  But I'm awfully glad you still
do."  He squeezed her tightly and heard the wonderful happy
sounds she made whenever he did.  Releasing her he said, "Cin,
the guests will be here any minute.  Do you want to change?"

"Oh, my God!  Burke, you bum!  Of all the damned nerve!  We give
our very first party in this magnificent apartment and I look
like a tramp," she exclaimed as tears began to form in the
corners of her eyes.

"When are you going to get it through that thick head of yours
that there are a lot of people who love you dearly?" he asked
quietly.  "Honey, you provided a lot of fun and amusement for
your friends including Mary, Jan, Jen, and my new mother, Ali." 
He looked into her eyes and asked, "Honey, do you like her?  She
really loves you very much.  What do you think of her being
pregnant... about to become a mother?"

"Oh, Dan!  I love her.  I really do!  I couldn't imagine a
greater look of love and adoration than I saw on her face last
week when she told Bill she was expecting a baby.  And beauty? 
Ali Clifford defines it!"  Her eyes lighted as she continued,
"But can you imagine how the libbers would react?  On paper, Ali
is their ideal: brilliant, educated, the senior partner of the
best law firm in California, the finest money manager in the
world...  And she doesn't care two hoots for any of it.  All she
cares about is Bill and her family... and now her baby.  Honey,
that child is going to be exquisite."  Then she glared at him and
said, "But, Burke, you just asked me that to distract me.  The
fact remains I'm dressed like a tramp and Deerfield is over
thirty miles away.  I can't possibly drive all the way out and
try to find something of Jan's to wear and get back here in
time."

Dan just kissed her again and then set her on her feet.  Still
holding her hand he took her into the master bedroom.  "Darling,"
he said, "I told the women that it would work because you're not
nosy.  You have a very strong sense of personal privacy.  It
would never occur to you to go through drawers.  Let's look." 
She opened the huge master closet and saw a collection of
beautiful woman's clothes arranged on the hangers.  At a glance
she could tell that they would all fit her perfectly.  She
quickly selected a sleeveless dress in black silk that set off
her magnificent coloring to wear for the evening.

Then he showed her a jewelry box in a top drawer.  She opened it
and gasped.  It was filled with neatly arranged jewelry that
collectively must have cost a large fortune.  Dan smiled softly
and said, "Honey, these women know you better than you know
yourself.  Here's a little note from my mother."  He passed her a
folded slip of paper and Cindy read it.  It said, "Darling Cindy
-- I think diamonds would be the appropriate thing to wear with
the black sleeveless.  You'll look spectacular!  All my love,
Ali.  P.S.  There's a watch in the drawer for you, too.  I hope
you like it."

Cindy looked at Dan while she was stripping off her clothes.  He
gave her three similar boxes of different sizes.  Opening the
largest box first she found a magnificent diamond necklace.  The
next largest contained a matching bracelet, while the smallest
had diamond ear studs.  Cindy realized that the diamond studs
were perfect diamonds larger than two and a half carats each.

She exclaimed over them while she stood naked in front of him. 
Looking at him lovingly she asked, "Would you help me dress,
darling?"  He nodded and she gave him a bottle of musk oil she
had found and said, "This is supposed to be applied as liberally
as possible in my slit, between my tits, and any place else that
appeals to you."

He asked her to lie on the floor and lightly poured some directly
in her slit, spreading it behind her nether lips.  While she was
still reclined he poured more between her breasts and then put
still more behind her ears and at her throat.  Helping her to her
feet, he even put some in the crack between her ass cheeks.  Then
he just stood back and looked at this woman who was going to be
his wife.  Cindy was standing up straight just looking into his
eyes.  He cocked his head, looked pensive, appeared to have an
idea and then put the necklace around her neck and even managed
to attach the earrings.  Finally he put the bracelet on her
wrist.

Standing back, he just looked at her.  Now the diamonds were
sparkling against her golden skin as she stood with her back
straight and her breasts upthrust looking at him with love in her
eyes.  Then he took her in his arms and kissed her with mounting
passion.  As he did he smelled the wonderful aroma of Cindy's
body now heightened by the musk oil.

She ran her fingers lightly over the bulge in his pants and
whispered, "Not now, darling.  We have company coming."  With a
grin she added, "Tonight it takes precedence over your cuming!"

Dan gently ran his fingers over her golden hair and asked, "Cin,
would you do me a favor?  Could I brush your hair before you get
dressed?"  She kissed him softly and nodded, then went to the
dressing table.

Dan loved brushing her golden hair.  It gave him a sensual
pleasure.  Finally he combed it and carefully placed the two
little pins which were Cindy's "makeup".  Looking at her
reflection in the mirror, he concluded she was the most beautiful
woman in the world.  Then he left her for a moment and came back
with a box in his hand saying, "This is another thing my new
mother left for you, honey.  She referred to it in her note. 
Will you open it?"

She did and found it was a gold woman's Rolex watch identical to
the ones Janice, Jennifer, and Ali herself wore.  Turning it
over, she saw the tiny engraving on the back which said, 'To my
darling daughter Cindy: The bravest, warmest girl in the world
from her mother who loves her desperately, Ali.'

Dan whispered in her ear, "She really means it, darling. 
Honest."

Then he helped her on with her stockings, deriving a sensual
pleasure as he rolled them up her thighs.  Finally he helped her
slip on the dress.  Now fully dressed, she looked exquisite. 
Taking her by the hand again, he took her to the hall closet
saying, "Your mom and dad didn't want to get left out so there's
something hanging here for you.  Mary made me promise to get you
to try it on."

He turned her around so she couldn't see what he was doing and
then helped her on with a mink coat.  He turned her around so she
was now facing a full-length mirror installed on the back of the
closet door.  Then he raised the collar around her neck and let
her snuggle in the fur.

Cindy now had tears in her eyes as she said, "Darling, it's
gorgeous!  Is it really for me?"

"Of course, honey!  It looks wonderful on you and I'm very glad
you like it.  Your parents will be very pleased."

Just then the doorbell rang and Cindy went to open it still
wearing her new coat.  Her jaw dropped when she found it was
Cathy Collins standing at the door, looking embarrassed.

"Good evening, Cindy," she said softly.  "I heard you were having
a big party tonight so I came over to help.  Will you permitme?"

Dan took the girl's coat and the two were surprised to find Cathy
was wearing a maid's uniform that looked lovely on her.  She
reached into a small bag and took out a small white headpiece
which she carefully positioned on her head.  Turning to Cindy she
asked, "Could you show me around?  All I need to know is what
you're planning to serve.  I can make drinks and... and... Janice
is coming with the dinner."

Cindy wheeled on Dan and said, "Burke, what are you doing to me
anyway?  Just what's going on tonight?  For openers, who's
coming?"

Dan pulled her to him and kissed her softly.  Then he helped her
off with her coat and Cathy hung it up again.  He said, "Darling,
this is a young people's party.  There will be Pete and Janice,
of course.  Then Jen and Steve, Kathy and Bill, Kelly and Kevin,
April and Ron, Susan Bradford and Mike Cassidy.  Oops!  I almost
forgot: Jim and Kerry Vance will be here, too.  What do you
think?"  Then he winked and added, "There are a few things more
we have to prepare."

Just then the doorbell rang again.  This time it was a group of
workmen who quickly set up a small dance floor at the end of the
living room and as quickly departed.  Unnoticed by Cindy and Dan,
Cathy took the opportunity to bring in some luggage that she had
left in the hall and put it in a spare bedroom.  To Cindy's
astonishment, Cathy quickly opened up the dining room table and
began to set it up for a buffet dinner.  Obviously she knew far
more about the plans for the evening than Cindy herself did.

The first guests to arrive were Janice and Pete, each carrying
armloads of food.  Cathy ran back with them for a second trip to
the car.  Cindy realized that it was a buffet dinner that Jan had
prepared for her.  When everything was in the apartment, Cindy
took Jan in her arms and pretended to be angry saying, "Janice
Stewart, what did you do?  For that matter, _how_ did you do it?
I've been in that house and saw no signs of a feast in
preparation.  What did you do?"

"I just helped my sister with her surprise party, is all," Jan
airily replied.  "As for how, I _do_ have another sister in town.
 Although she can't cook to save her life, she _does_ have a very
well-equipped kitchen."  As they were talking, Jennifer arrived
with Steve Chapman and even more food.

"I heard that, Janice Stewart!" Jen exclaimed.  "There you go
picking on me again.  I'm going to tell Mommy on you.  Just
because you have all the beauty and brains in the family and can
cook, too, is no reason to make fun of the less fortunate." 
Cindy giggled as Jen was able to cause tears to flow from her
eyes adding, "Besides, it's a lie!  I _can too_ boil water..." 
Making a little face she added, "...most of the time.  Often, it
even comes out right, too."

Instantly her tears were replaced by a big grin as she took Cindy
in her arms and kissed her.  Stepping back to be able to look at
her, she just shook her head and said, "Cindy, I have never seen
you look more beautiful!  How do you like your new apartment? 
Jan and I have never seen anything more magnificent."

Cindy just smiled and thanked them for all of the things they had
provided.  Then Dan put his arm around her and she just melted
her body against his.

The party was a spectacular success.  Everyone agreed it was the
finest New Year's Eve party they had ever attended.  Early in the
evening, Cindy found herself talking to Kerry and Jim Vance.  The
couple looked at each other and nodded, then turned back to
Cindy.  Cindy continued to be amazed at the way the two people
seemed to share a single brain when a painting was being
discussed.  They asked if they could do a matching pair of
portraits for Dan and her the way they had done them for Kathy
and Bill Cartwright.  Cindy raised her eyebrows knowing how much
Kathy and Bill had paid for theirs.  Kerry, looking better than
Cindy had ever seen her, grinned and said, "We forgot something,
Cindy.  They're already paid for.  They will be a housewarming
gift to you from Kathy and Bill.  Please let them do it?"

Cindy quickly agreed and then studied Kerry carefully.  Finally
she said, "Kerry, you look utterly exquisite.  How can you
possibly look so beautiful?"

Kerry smiled the warmest smile Cindy had ever seen and replied,
"Two reasons, Cin.  First, lovemaking with Jim turned out to be
so much better than I imagined in even my fondest dreams.  I just
adore the man.  The second reason is that I'm now expecting a
baby!"  She went on to tell Cindy about the series of paintings
Jim was doing for her father.  She finished by saying, "I told my
father that I thought I was very fertile.  Obviously, I was
right.  Cin, I just can't wait!"

Later, when the guests had served themselves at the buffet and
were seated around the living room, Janice Stewart tapped on her
wine glass for attention.  Almost instantly the room became quiet
and she said, "There's an announcement I would like to make.  As
you all know, Cindy Martin has been my house slave for the last
six months.  The first day I met her at the bank almost a year
ago, I didn't like her very much.  I thought she was a little
shit!"

"You sure got that one right!" Cindy interjected.

Jan, ignoring the comment, continued, "The next time I saw her
was after our loan had been called by Hugo Bingham.  Never have I
encountered such callousness on the part of one person towards
another."  Cindy just nodded and there were tears in her eyes as
she remembered the events of the past spring.  "That situation
was taken care of, so in May, Mom, Jen and I visited the bank. 
It was time to get revenge.  I thought it would be so sweet. 
Cynthia came in to the office and Jennifer told her that her
personal loans were being called.  She came apart: she vomited
out her guts into the wastebasket in Horace Paterson's office.  I
wanted to cheer.

"Then Jen told her she had one possible out: She could become my
slave which is what she chose to do.  We drove out to Deerfield.
Within minutes of arriving I was whipping her to within an inch
of her life.  Cindy just took it.  In spite of being in physical
agony, she was cheerful and tried to help me for the rest of the
day.  'Maybe there's more to this girl than I suspected,' I
thought.  Within another twenty-four hours this girl had been
tortured worse than anyone I know of with the possible exception
of Bill Cartwright.  But Bill was worked on for fourteen years. 
It all happened to Cindy in less than thirty-six hours.

"A funny thing had happened, though.  Within a matter of just a
few hours I suspected I really didn't hate her.  Within a few
more I realized I loved her.  And I did.  And I do!  I now know
Cynthia Martin is the finest, bravest human being alive.  I refer
to her as my sister."  Looking at April she said, "April, I've
heard you say you love Cindy like a sister except if she were
your sister you would fight a lot more.  That's about right,
isn't it?"

April nodded vigorously and replied, "It certainly is, Jan.  I
could go on and on about Cindy but I'll only say I worship the
ground she walks on and would cheerfully give my life for her. 
Does that answer your question?"

Continuing, Jan said, "It sure does.  Of course, the same thing
is true of my sister, Kathy Cartwright.  She claims she owes
Cindy all the happiness she has or ever hopes to have.  Kelly
McBride adores you."  Then looking at Dan she said, "Then, of
course, there's that big lug, Burke.  But hell, he's only a man.
What can he know?"

Holding her head up even straighter Jan continued: "I guess that
brings us to Pete and me.  We have come to utterly adore this
girl.  She's beautiful, witty, the finest cook in the world, and
the finest banker.  Every time I thought about Cindy leaving us,
I started to cry.  Well, Pete has always been smarter than I am,
anyway.  Maybe it's his engineering background.  While I was
feeling miserable and selfish -- I couldn't stand the thought of
her not being around -- just crying myself to sleep, Pete took
care of the problem.

"Well, I guess the fact is that Pete and Jen did it together,"
she said with a grin.  "My sister, Jennifer, used the only talent
she has: signing checks.  Of course, Pete had to print the checks
she signed on our computer, but what the hell.  She really did
sign them herself.  She didn't even use the check signer Steve
gave her for Christmas last year."

Jan went over to where Cindy was sitting and Jen joined her.  She
said, "Cindy, you asked about the people building the house next
door.  I told you that they were a young couple that want a large
family.

"You _do_ want a large family, don't you, Cin?"

Cindy's jaw dropped.  She said, "Janice Stewart, are you trying
to tell me..."

"...that it's your house?" Jan finished.  "I sure am!  Did you
think for one minute Pete and I could live with anyone else next
door?  Besides, young lady, I have it all figured out.  By the
time I have my baby you'll be well along in your first pregnancy.
 I don't think even you could beat me in the pool at 1,000 meters
with a baby swelling your belly."  She looked at Cindy with a
hopeful look on her face and added, "You can't, can you?"

Cindy had jumped to her feet and was hugging Jan while tears
poured from her eyes.  "Oh, Jan!  Thank you so much!"  Turning to
Jen to take her in her arms she was surprised to see tears in her
eyes.  "What's wrong, Jen?  What did I do this time?"

Although tears were streaming from her eyes, Jen tried to grin as
she hugged Cindy close whispering, "Darling Cindy, I'm so happy
for you!  You can't know how wonderful this makes me feel.  Do
you really like the house?  We so hope you do!"

By this time Dan was on his feet hugging his new sisters and
kissing Cindy.  When he released her he said, "Darling, I had to
go along with this.  They only told me this afternoon.  You see,
they pointed out that you can't decorate a new apartment _and_ a
new house."  Jennifer produced a sheaf of papers including the
deed to the house and gold keys for Cindy and Dan.

Later as they danced, Dan asked her in a whisper, "Darling, are
you happy?"

Her eyes were gleaming as she said, "Darling, I couldn't possibly
be any more happy.  If I were, my heart would burst.  Oh,
sweetheart, it's so wonderful!"

They saw Susan and Mike Cassidy dancing beside them and Cindy,
with her head resting on Dan's shoulder said, "Hi, folks.  Had
any good fights lately?"

Susan raised her head from Mike's shoulder and he took the
opportunity to kiss her softly and then with mounting passion. 
As usual, Susan's eyes glazed and her knees melted as she hugged
him close.  Then she looked at Cindy and just shook her head
saying, "Cindy, I can't anymore.  I'm a failure!  Now when I go
to slug him I end up kissing him instead.  What's wrong with me,
anyway?"

There were stars in Mike's eyes, too.  Still holding Susan
tightly he said, "You won't believe this, but Sue is going to
marry me.  We're going to get married right after the Super Bowl.
 Can you believe it?  I haven't even finished my degree, either.
God, I love this girl, but why do you suppose she changed her
mind?"

"I don't know, Mike, but I think I can make a pretty good guess,"
Cindy replied.  "Sue is going crazy with an itching in her cunt
that she can't scratch.  I'll bet her cunt is running rivers
right now, and if she's not careful she'll flood my lovely
brand-new carpet with her love juices."  Smiling warmly at Susan
she asked, "Sue, am I close?"

Looking very cute, Sue stuck out her tongue at Cindy and said, "I
won't flood your carpet, Cynthia Martin!  You're mean!  The fact
is I'm wearing a super tampon to soak it up.  Of course you may
have seen me disappearing every few minutes to the ladies room. 
That's just to change it for a new one."  She grinned and added,
"My God, Cin, if this were my period, I would be white from the
loss of blood right now."

She put her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him passionately.
Separating again she said, "Could I make a confession?  I told
Mike I was very close to him when he came off the field after a
losing game at Illinois.  I was just a stick, of course, but I
decided right then that I was going to marry him, and would be a
virgin when he took me on our wedding night.

"I'm still a virgin and I hope I'll be able to hold out for
another month or so.  Cindy, thank you!  It's an involved story,
but you know most it, and I'm sure you can guess the rest. 
Suffice it to say, if it weren't for you this could never have
happened."  She released Mike and put her arms around Cindy,
kissing her warmly as she whispered, "Thank you, Cynthia Martin,
for all of my happiness -- now and in the future.  It's allyou!"

When she released Cindy, Mike said, "May I thank her, too?"  With
that he took her in his arms, kissed her, and then released her
with a whistle.

As he did, Sue gave him a poke in the ribs saying, "That's what I
get.  Cindy Martin, you're the most beautiful girl in the world.
They say love is blind and Mike claims to love me.  I sure hope
he does because it's my only chance.  Cin, I feel pretty good
about myself: my face and my body.  But compared to you... 
Absolutely no contest!"  She went back into Mike's arms and they
moved off on the small dance floor.

Late in the evening, Dan and Cindy found Kelly and Kevin in the
library.  Kelly was on Kevin's lap with his arm around her.  She
was wearing a strapless cocktail dress in a shade of green that
exactly matched her eyes.  It was obvious to Cindy that the dress
had been unzipped in back down to her waist and Kevin's hand was
under the bodice cupping her breast.  When they looked at Kelly
they could see her eyes were glazed.

"Hey!  Knock off that stuff, Kevin.  What do you think this is,
anyway?"  Cindy exclaimed, pretending to be upset.

Kevin looked up from a kiss and asked, "What stuff?  I'm just
inspecting the merchandise."  Looking down at Kelly he kissed her
softly and said just loudly enough for Cindy and Dan to hear,
"You have the most perfect tits in the world.  I have a question,
though.  Can I have a Brandy Alexander after the baby comes?"

Kelly stretched luxuriantly, popping her breasts free of the
bodice.  She kissed him softly and said, "Of course, darling!" 
Then she looked at him speculatively and asked, "Honey, if you
drink a lot of chocolate milk do you suppose your spend will
taste like chocolate when I swallow it?"

"Kelly McBride!  Why I never..."  Cindy exclaimed.  Kelly and
Kevin just went back to their necking, ignoring Cindy and Dan. 
Dan just shook his head and with a grin ushered Cindy back to the
living room telling her she was too young to see such goings on.
She just kissed him softly.

When they left the room, Kelly looked up at Kevin's face and
asked, "Kev, do you really like my tits?  They're much firmer
than they used to be.  Maybe you remember: I used to be able to
rotate tassels with them in a show I did years ago?  I can't do
it anymore.  They're too firm.  Do you mind?"

Kevin just shook his head and stroked them softly.  Now when he
touched her nipples, Kelly had to bite her lip to keep from
crying out.  He asked her about it and she told him about her
experience on Christmas day with Dan.  "Darling, I have now been
touched.  I guess that's why I'm so happy with you stroking my
body.  But darling, I still haven't been penetrated.  That's for
you, but I know I can cum!"  She rolled her eyes and added, "Oh
Lord, can I ever cum!"

With a few breaks for food and dancing, they spent the rest of
the night happily necking.*Chapter 35*

The next morning Cindy stretched and wriggled her body on the
bed.  It had been one of the most wonderful nights of her life
with Dan.  Now her quiet movement was all it took to awaken him.
He leaned over and kissed her warmly and then with increasing
passion.  When they separated he asked, "And how would my
bride-to-be like to make love this morning?"

She reached for his cock and balls and found that he had his
usual massive erection and his scrotum seemed to be full.  She
looked at him and pretended to be thinking hard about the
question.  Finally she brightened and said, "Would my
husband-to-be take his woman in her ass?  Darling, I don't know
why or how, but you're still so full...  But I can take an almost
limitless quantity of your spend in my ass.  Will you?"

He grinned and she rolled over on her stomach, raising her lovely
ass high in the air.  He got into position behind her on their
king-size bed and had just entered her when the door opened and
Cathy Collins appeared in the room naked.  Without saying a word
she got on the bed and positioned herself on the bed lying
crossways to them.  She scooted backward and was able to position
her mouth under Cindy's love box.  By this time Dan was moving in
long strokes inside her and could feel her now-stretched anal
ring grip his cock as he moved in and out.

As he moved inside her Cindy became aware of the girl beneath her
gently stroking her breasts.  Her nipples were now as hard as
pebbles and she screamed whenever Cathy's fingers made contact
with them.  Finally Cathy sensed that Dan was near his release. 
Cindy's vaginal fluids had been running and now they came in a
flood.  Even though she raised her head to have her mouth over
Cindy's vaginal opening, the flood still soaked her hair and went
into her eyes and nose.  When she felt Dan release inside her,
Cindy also released a flood of her own.  As she did, she lowered
her body to make it easier for Cathy.  Dan withdrew and Cindy
rolled over off the girl.  Cathy just got up and knelt over Cindy
using her tongue to lick up the last fragrant drops.  Finally she
used her hair to dry Cindy's crotch.

With a grin, she got up on her knees on the bed.  Holding her
back up straight she smiled warmly and said, "Good morning,
Mistress.  Good morning, Master.  I'm Slave Cathy.  I will be
your house slave at least until your marriage."

She jumped off the bed and went to the door.  She returned with a
whip coiled in her hand which she gave to Cindy saying, "This is
a new whip, Mistress.  I hope it has been properly prepared. 
Would you like to discipline me this morning?"

Cindy heaved the whip into the corner of the room, took Cathy in
her arms and asked, "Catherine Collins, what is this nonsense? 
What are you doing here, anyway?"

Cathy smiled and climbed back on the bed.  Her face was serious
now as she replied, "Cindy, it's for me, not for you.  Although I
have only been at the bank a few weeks, all I've heard is what a
marvelous person Cindy Martin is.  Then last week, I had my first
chance to observe you closely."

The girl looked plaintive as she continued, "I don't know
anything and you know everything.  I have never seen anything
more beautiful than you and Dan together.  But there's so much
more!  You're the best cook in the world, the finest housekeeper,
and the best lover, but you'll need help getting ready for the
wedding.  May I please stay?  I took the liberty of bringing my
things over here last night.  If you don't mind, I'm using a
spare bedroom.  Of course, if you would rather, I would be happy
to sleep on the floor in the kitchen."

They argued about it for hours but Cathy had answers to all of
their objections.  Finally, with wry grins, Cindy and Dan agreed
to give it a try.

In the days that followed, Cindy was pleased but increasingly
puzzled by Cathy.  First, the girl developed at a rate that Cindy
found astonishing.  She remembered what Ali had said: She wanted
a picture of Cathy taken ninety days later.  The way Cathy was
going it would be nine days rather than ninety.  Cathy was the
same height as Cindy, five feet eight.  Since the apartment had a
weight room similar to the one at Jan's, the two girls worked out
together.  Cindy realized that in only a few days Cathy was up to
the same weight loading she used.

So, too, in swimming.  The two women swam at the health club in
the bank building.  In no time, responding to Cindy's coaching,
Cathy was able to pace her as they swam laps.  It was amusing,
Cindy found.  Typically, they would go to the pool and find it
crowded with other swimmers.  The two would dive in adjacent
lanes and roar down the pool.  By the time they finished their
laps they would be the only swimmers left; all of the other women
would be standing at the pool side just watching in amazement.

Cathy turned out to be both very smart and very personable. 
Cindy found the girl was as much fun to have around as Jan
Stewart was.  One puzzling fact remained: Cathy never talked
about herself or her personal life.  It seemed she didn't have
one.  Every waking hour was spent working in the apartment,
working at the bank, or working out in the gym or in the pool. 
The one exception was time spent soaking up the sun in a special
reflective tanning system installed as part of the apartment's
gym.  The result was that Cathy's tan soon matched Cindy's; the
two girls were shades of gold.  There were now very attractive
blonde streaks sun-bleached into her hair.  Like all of the other
girls, Cathy never wore any makeup.

Dinners in the apartment took on overtones of a constant
celebration.  Almost always the two girls were naked at the
dinner table.  One evening Dan looked at them and just shook his
head.  "What are you two doing to me?" he asked plaintively.  "Do
you know what it's like to eat every evening looking at two of
the most beautiful pairs of tits in the world?"

Cathy and Cindy looked at each other and giggled.  Turning
towards Dan they said in unison, "The poor man!"

Even the nights were fun.  All they knew was that Cathy was still
a virgin.  Nevertheless, she delighted in just watching Dan and
Cindy together and she took advantage of every opportunity to
play with them.  She proved to be very inventive with sex games.
On the second night she asked Cindy to introduce her to a man's
sex organ.  She told Cindy that she had never seen a flaccid cock
before, in spite of all the time she had spent around men at
Carleton College.  Cindy teased her that it was a tribute to her
beauty: the cocks were rising to salute her.  Cindy asked Dan to
lie on his back on the bed and she tenderly manipulated his cock
and balls, finally asking Cathy if she would like to handle him,
too.  She did, tentatively at first, and then with increasing
confidence.  Cathy found she loved the feel of Dan's erect cock
and the softness of his wonderful sac.  She caressed it gently,
while fondling his balls.

Then, on impulse, she bent over and kissed it saying, "Dan, it's
so beautiful!  I couldn't resist."  The girls were naked on the
bed and were kneeling facing each other across Dan's body.

Cathy looked up at Cindy and grinned, challenging her to get him
to spend.  "I've never seen what a cock looks like when the man
is cuming.  All I ever see is Dan shaking when he cums in you,
Cin.  I'll make a deal: we take turns going down on Dan.  You go
once, I go twice, you go three times, and so forth.  We keep it
up until he cums.  Want to play?"

Cindy grinned and agreed.  Dan protested that no one had asked
him and Cindy stuck out her tongue and said he didn't count.  He
was just a sexual plaything for a couple of oversexed women so he
might as well get used to it.  The final arrangement was that if
Cathy was able to get Dan to cum in her mouth, she would let his
spend shoot over her body.  The two began.  They asked Dan to
stand while the girls were on their knees in front of him.  For
Dan it was exquisite torture.  Cathy watched Cindy carefully as
they took turns.  Usually they rested between turns.  But it was
obvious to Cathy that, when her turn was finished, Cindy had him
on the verge of spending.

Cathy immediately started to work on him.  She caressed his
cum-laden sac and then squeezed his balls.  It was enough.  He
came in spurts.  Cathy's eyes widened as she saw the monstrous
organ start to vibrate and then release pulsations of milky
liquid.  Cathy took the first spurt in her mouth and swallowed
it, then she used his spurting cock as a hose to aim the
discharge at her eyes, her breasts, and then down her body.  When
his jets slowed and then stopped, she took his cock that was now
slowly subsiding, licked it carefully and then dried it with her
hair.

When she was finished, Cindy had her lay back on the carpet and
proceeded to lick all the cum off her body.  When she finished
she said, "Yum!  And just think, Catherine Collins, all that
glorious cum is mine!"

They then played a similar game on the bed taking turns eating
cunt.  Cathy was able to use her mouth to get Cindy to cum for
her, while Dan was rewarded with Cathy's virginal nectar.  That
night, at Cathy's insistence, she slept on Dan's left while Cindy
snuggled on his right so Dan had two gorgeous tits to fondle
instead of just one.  For her part, Cathy had never felt anything
so glorious as being able to form her body to a man's while
feeling her tit cradled so gently.  Like Cindy, Cathy just made
wonderful noises deep in her throat, snuggled even more closely
to Dan and went to sleep.

Illustrating the girl's dedication, it was quite by accident that
Cindy found that the girl was adjusting her time sheet at the
bank to have her pay docked because she was arriving late.  She
insisted on feeding breakfast to Cindy and Dan and then
thoroughly cleaning the apartment before going to the office. 
When she found out about it, Cindy talked to Dan and they
adjusted their schedule, leaving much earlier than usual so Cathy
could finish her work and still arrive on time.  When Cindy
pleaded with her about the pay adjustment, Cathy flatly refused
to change the sheet or even to talk about it.

Late in January on the Monday after the Bears won the NFC
Championship game against the San Francisco Forty-Niners and with
the Super Bowl less than two weeks away, Cindy took Cathy
shopping.  Cathy had teased Cindy that by living with them she
was saving a ton of money on rent and food.  There was nothing
for her to spend her salary on.  As Cindy knew would be the case,
Cathy's sizes had changed significantly.  She was now a physical
near-duplicate of Cindy with breasts very slightly larger, but
just as firm.  Cathy loved her new wardrobe, although about the
only clothes she ever wore were her division uniform with her
proudly-won slave collar.

On Tuesday at breakfast, Cathy very diffidently asked for the
evening off.  Kelly had asked her to join in a small victory
party for the Bears.  Cindy grinned and took the girl's hand
saying, "Honey, there's something else you can celebrate. 
Yesterday you were elected an assistant vice president with an
approval authority of $500,000.  Congratulations!  You're doing
brilliant work and Kelly says you're the very best person in her
district.  I hope you realize what high praise that is?  Kelly
doesn't say things like that lightly.  "Incidentally, Jan and Jen
join in congratulating you, too.  I told Jan what you have been
doing and she asked me to tell you that maybe she was wrong.  In
spite of me, the quality of available slaves is definitely
improving!"  Cindy kissed the girl who now had tears of happiness
in the corners of her eyes.*Chapter 36*

Ken Bradley was standing in the corner of J.J. Murphy's Saloon in
the Loop of downtown Chicago nursing a beer and watching the
patrons with some amusement.  Bradley was six feet three inches
tall and weighed 190 pounds.  Although to a casual observer he
appeared to be in good physical condition, he didn't look like
what he was: a professional football player on the NFC-champion
Chicago Bears.  Earlier in the season, when Sammy Johnson had
suffered a knee injury and was put out of action for the rest of
the year, Ken had joined the team as a wide receiver on a trade
from Atlanta.  In the time he had been with the team his role had
steadily increased in importance, although he was not yet Mike
Cassidy's favorite target.  That designation now belonged to
Kevin Cavanaugh, Ken's best friend on the team.

Bradley was a rarity in the NFL, a player who had played his
college ball for an Ivy League school, in his case, Yale. 
Perhaps because of that or because he kept to himself, he didn't
have many friends on the team.  His closest friend was Kevin who
was also very well educated and very smart.  Through Kevin he had
become friendly with Mike and a defensive back, Ron Jackson.

To his surprise he found Mike and Ron sought him out to ask his
advice about their college courses.  He didn't understand it, but
it seemed to have something to do with their girlfriends.  The
big surprise was Mike Cassidy.  Mike was famous -- or notorious,
depending on one's point of view -- around the league for his
womanizing.  Even in Atlanta he had heard about Cassidy's Meat
Market and some of the stories surrounding it.  Now, all he ever
heard from Mike was about his agent, Susan, with whom he was
romantically involved.

As he nursed his beer, Ken thought about his past and his future.
 His professional football career was being pursued over the
violent objections of his father who wanted him to settle down,
marry and join the family investment business.  For that matter
his father had been after him to meet some particular girl. 
Unfortunately, all he ever heard from his father was how wealthy
her family was and how advantageous a merger it would be.  Ken's
attitude was that dynastic marriages went out with the Treaty of
Vienna in 1815.  He wanted no part of it or of her.

In spite of frequently being dismissed as "just a football
player" by a number of females of his acquaintance, he was a Phi
Beta Kappa at Yale with a degree in economics, and had received
his MBA from Harvard the previous June, graduating as a Baker
Scholar.  The only result of his football playing was that it had
taken him three years to get his graduate degree instead of the
normal two.  His degrees and his academic accomplishments were
both things that he kept quiet.  They were not secrets exactly,
but he certainly didn't advertise them.

He smiled to himself thinking about his dealings with the press
-- or more accurately, his lack of dealings.  The one thing that
worried him was the upcoming free-for-all in New Orleans, the
site of this year's Super Bowl.  Although this was the first time
for him, he certainly knew enough and had seen enough to know
that the press swarmed all over the Super Bowl venue and everyone
remotely connected with it.  His work was going to be cut out for
him if he expected to maintain his privacy.  Certainly, the two
touchdown passes he caught plus his 170 yards receiving in the
championship game were not well-calculated to maintain his
anonymity.

Once again his attention was drawn to a girl standing at the cash
register talking animatedly to a guy Ken figured had to be the
owner.  He tried to analyze his feelings but couldn't.  He had
been watching her from a distance for almost an hour now.  She
was tall -- about five feet eight -- and very attractive. 
Looking at her, he tried to figure out why he felt the way he
did.  She was wearing only Levi's and a work shirt, so he could
see she had great legs, but it was hard to tell what was on top.
The oddity was a very heavy-looking golden collar around her neck
that he glimpsed when she turned in his direction.  She had
sun-streaked brown hair that was uncommonly long, reaching below
her shoulders.  It was wavy and he noticed the very natural way
she would occasionally get it off her face with a quick shake of
her head.

_That's it!_ he thought. _That's what it is: she's so natural.  I
guess she's a real beauty but she acts like she neither knows nor
cares.  She looks like the kind of girl I'd like to meet someday.
 Unfortunately, she's undoubtedly an airhead.  All I would hear
would be the air rushing between her ears._

Cathy Collins was sipping a beer and talking to Jack Murphy at
the cash register.  Jack -- or J.J. -- was her first customer at
the bank.  He had called the bank the week before Thanksgiving
looking for money.  His call was referred to Kelly who had given
it to Cathy as her first assignment.  With some trepidation she
had gone into the establishment early one morning and met J.J.
before the tavern opened to the public for lunch.  Wearing her
Levi's as she had been told to, she was unprepared for her
reception.  Jack had come out from the back, saw her attire and
rushed over with both hands outstretched saying, "My God!  You're
from Chicago Trust?  You're really going to talk to me?"

After assuring him she was, he took her to a table and began to
talk about his plans for the place.  Cathy found she liked him
immediately.  As an English major, she had no idea what sorts of
financial numbers she should be looking for so she talked about
his patrons, the way he was building his clientele and his hopes
for the future.  When she returned to the office, she wrote it up
carefully and then submitted it with great trepidation to Kelly.

She knew the ax was going to fall when she arrived at work the
next day and found a note on her desk to see Kelly immediately. 
Knocking on the open door, Kelly motioned her in and asked her to
close it.  Then the tall girl leaned back in her chair and put
her feet on the desk.  Her first words were, "Collins, what in
hell do you know about Irish saloons?"

Quickly admitting she knew nothing, nonetheless Cathy started to
talk about his hopes and dreams -- and his plans.  Kelly looked
so bored it appeared that her eyes were about to close.  Opening
her eyes, she cut off Cathy's explanation asking, "How much?"

"How much?  How much what, Kelly?  I don't understand," Cathy had
replied.

Frowning -- or pretending to -- Kelly said, "How much money,
turkey?  You _do know,_ Miss Collins, that this is a bank?  We
lend money?  Sometimes we even get it back.  How much money does
he want?"

"Ninety thousand dollars, Miss McBride," Cathy remembered
replying diffidently.

"When?" she asked.

Again Cathy was confused and asked, "When what?  I don't
understand the question."

"When does he want the money?"

"I don't know," she replied.  "I forgot to ask him."  Suddenly,
Cathy's face crumpled and her tears started to flow.  Blinded by
her tears, she got to her feet and groped for the door.  Instead
of the door, she found herself in Kelly's arms.

"I'm sorry, Cathy," Kelly whispered softly.  "Honest I am.  I
think your whole analysis was just great.  You found the real
J.J. Murphy under all the bullshit.  Cath, that's what you're
paid for.  We have computers that can run any conceivable set of
numbers in a second -- and the results usually aren't worth the
paper they're printed on.  The loan is approved and a check will
be ready for you at two this afternoon.  Why don't you take the
afternoon off, bring J.J. his check, and let him buy you a few
beers?"

It turned into a real party that afternoon with Cathy introduced
to all comers as "the best damned banker in Chicago."  She dimly
remembered singing old Irish ballads when the pub was closing the
next morning.  J.J. personally escorted her back to her apartment
after closing up.

Now she was talking to him about his plans and his progress. 
When she had come in, J.J. had looked at her and then cocked his
head askance.  "What's happened to you, Cathy?" he asked.  "You
look different.  You have a tan -- obviously you've been in the
sun -- but it's something else.  You're moving... easier!  That's
it!  You're more relaxed.  What happened?"

She grinned and said, "Thank you, Jack, for noticing.  I am more
relaxed and less uptight."  She grinned and added, "I don't think
I've ever felt better in my life."  They talked and she told him
she was meeting some friends.  "I've got to do something to be
sure you'll have the money to cover your loans," she said with a
grin.

"Go on with you now," he responded with a grin.  "You know very
well your money is no good at J.J. Murphy's, and that goes for
your friends, too.  Who's coming?"

She smiled back and affected an Irish brogue.  Cathy was a gifted
mimic and her accent was near-perfect as she said, "There will be
my boss, Kelly Kathleen McBride.  She's a daughter of Erin and a
graduate of Notre Dame as well as being a vice-president of
Chicago Trust.  I guess she's allowed in here, isn't she?"  J.J.
grinned and nodded his head rapidly.  "She'll be here with her
fiance, Kevin Patrick Cavanaugh, another Notre Dame alumnus and
the current tight end for the Bears.  Is he welcome, too?"  Again
the rapid nod.  "Then there will be Susan Clark Bradford.  I'm
not sure about Sue.  I _do_ know she's the best passer in the
city of Chicago.  If you don't believe me, ask her fiance,
Michael James Cassidy, whom I suppose you've heard of?  Finally,
there will be one of 'the twins who aren't,' April Jefferson,
with her fiance, Ron Jackson.  Supposedly there will be something
in pants for me, too, but you can never be too sure.  What do you
think, J.J.?"

Instead of answering, he called his duty manager over and told
him to set up a table for eight in the corner.  He stressed that
there would be no check and he -- J.J. -- would personally cover
the server's tip.  He told him excitedly that they were going to
be hosting the stars of the Chicago Bears that evening, including
the quarterback, the high-scoring tight end, and an All-Pro
defensive back.  Furthermore, there would be two vice presidents
of Chicago Trust Company including the deputy division head of
the unit that was lending them the money to improve the place. 
Then he turned back to Cathy and, to her surprise, took her in
his arms and kissed her soundly.

Cathy reddened but smiled and asked, "What was that for?"

"That was for doing the most you possibly could to build my
business.  Young lady, do you know what it's worth to me to have
the word out that the top players on the Bears come in here for a
beer?  My God!  No amount of money can buy that publicity.  The
place will be packed to the doors!"

While Cathy was talking to J.J., she had become aware of a tall
young man standing in the corner watching her.  She had glanced
in his direction and from what little she could see at a glance,
he seemed more than presentable. _Unfortunately, he couldn't
possibly put two sentences together back-to-back,_ she thought. 
_Why are there too few men like the ones Cindy and Kelly found to
go around?_  She turned back towards J.J., in time to see his
face light up as he looked toward the entrance.  Turning to see
what had caught his attention, she saw that her friends had just
arrived.  She rushed over and for some reason -- relief, maybe --
went into Kelly's arms and hugged her, then gave her a kiss.

Kevin kissed her lightly and Susan Bradford gave her a hug and a
kiss.  Mike Cassidy held her at arms length and said, "I think I
like your other uniform better!  Then he kissed the tip of her
nose.  By now she was blushing like a school girl as April and
finally Ron greeted her.

Meanwhile, Kevin had found Ken standing in the corner.  Ken had
been reluctant to come down for the party but figured there was
no graceful way out of it.  They had just won the championship,
after all.  His eyes widened when he realized he was being
brought over to meet the girl he had been looking at for the last
hour.  Kevin said, "Ken, I would like to introduce you to one of
my fiancee's best friends, Cathy Collins."  Turning to Cathy he
said, "Cath, this is Ken Bradley, our wide receiver."  Then he
looked at both of them and grinned saying, "I think this is going
to be funny!  I think you're both going to be in for big
surprises."

Ken put out his hand and found it taken in a very firm handshake.
 Cathy said, "Hi, Ken.  Congratulations on a great game
yesterday.  You still seem to be in one piece.  I saw one play --
a deep crossing pattern -- where you caught the ball and held on
even though you reminded me of a walnut at Christmas time: right
in a nutcracker.  With the free safety hitting you from the front
and the corner hitting you from behind, I thought you would end
the play in two pieces."

Ken looked at her in utter amazement.  He said, "You know
football!?  My God, I didn't think there was a girl alive who
knew what a crossing pattern _was!"_

Susan Bradford joined them with her hand out.  She grinned and
said, "Hi, Ken!  I'm Sue Bradford, the girl Cassidy laughingly
refers to as his fiancee.  I'm very happy to meet you.  You're
one of the few guys who can catch his horrible passes and make it
look like he knows what he's doing.  Of course we both know that,
for example, on that crossing pattern Cassidy might throw it
fifteen yards deep or fifty.  It's up to the receiver to figure
out where the ball will go when he chucks it.  Congratulations!"

Then she looked at him carefully and chuckled saying, "This is
going to be a very funny evening.  Cath, in spite of having his
brains scrambled, Bradley is smart -- or at least he used to be.
He was Phi Beta Kappa at Yale with a degree in economics and now
has his MBA from Harvard.  The poor thing was a Baker Scholar up
there."

Turning to Ken she said, "Cathy, here, is only a poor English
major from Carleton College.  Of course, she was also Phi Beta
Kappa and valedictorian of her class -- in all honesty, it was a
much smaller class than Yale's, though."  She grinned and added,
"I think I'll get out of the way and just laugh.  Excuse me." 
With that she went over to Mike and the others who were being
seated at the table and welcomed by J.J.

Ken just looked at Cathy and slowly shook his head.  Then he
grinned and started to chuckle.  "What's so funny?" she asked.

"The situation," he replied.  "I've been watching you for the
last hour and feeling sad because with your beauty you had to be
an airhead.  I can recall thinking I would be able to hear the
air whistling between your ears.  Can I check?"

She grinned and cocked her ear in his direction saying, "I'm
afraid I have to let you.  You see, I lost a bet with myself,
too.  I bet that you couldn't put two sentences together
back-to-back and you already have.  So listen away."

He gently pulled her soft hair back from her small ear and
pretended to listen but then turned her chin towards him and
gently kissed her on the lips.  Without conscious volition, she
put her arms around his neck and returned the kiss.  It was sweet
and warm and wonderful.  More than that, she could feel the
electricity flow between them and could feel her knees turn to
water.  She tightened her hold around his neck to keep from
falling to the floor.  Slowly they separated and Ken whispered,
"Wow!  What was that?"

"That, Mr. Bradley, was the most perfect kiss I've ever had in my
life," she replied softly.  "Now that we've been introduced, do
you suppose you could get me a beer.  And could we join the
others now?"  He smiled and led her to the table.  When they
arrived, they found the others had already scattered. 
Nevertheless, a server was waiting to take their order.  Ken was
surprised when the girl ordered a beer.

He had his head cocked, supported on his hand, and just looked at
her.  Finally he said, "You're a very strange girl, Catherine
Collins.  Ordering beer?  How plebeian!"

Cathy just looked him straight in the eye and said, "I like beer.
 Tough shit!"

"Tch, tch!" he said with a grin.  "I thought an English major
could be more creatively obscene than that!"

"I know some absolutely wonderful Elizabethan obscenities," she
replied with a grin, "But I don't know how to translate them into
equations to communicate them to an economics major."

He grinned back and changed the subject.  "Cath, I don't
understand that outfit you're wearing.  Isn't that necklace... a
little gaudy... to wear with jeans?  I didn't know they made
costume jewelry like that."

With her face impassive she leaned forward and asked, "Would you
like to feel it?"

He reached out and put his fingers under it.  It was a collar --
there was not much slack between it and Cathy's neck. 
Nevertheless, he didn't believe what he found.  He asked, "Would
you mind taking it off?"  She reached behind her neck, unfastened
the catch and then dropped it in his hand.  His hand dropped
almost to the tabletop with the addition of the unexpectedly
heavy weight.  Then he looked at it carefully and saw the ornate
letters, C and S intertwined on the catch.  Turning it over he
saw tiny engraving that read 'Catherine Collins'.  Still without
a word he gave it back to her and she put it back around her
neck.

Finally he shook his head and apologized, "I'm sorry, Cath.  I
guess I was right, though.  They don't make costume jewelry like
that.  On the other hand, costume jewelry isn't made of 18-carat
gold, either.  That thing must cost a small fortune -- at about
$350 an ounce, that thing must weigh half a pound or more.  It
must be worth thousands!  Do you wear it often?"  Cathy
impassively told him she wore it every day.  Ken added, "I only
caught a glimpse, but don't April and Kelly have similar
necklaces?"

"They're not similar," she replied impassively.  "They're
identical."

"What does 'C S' stand for?"

"Cindy's slaves," she replied.  "Maybe you might meet Cindy
sometime."  She smiled and said, "I'm starving to death.  How
about you?"

He said he was pretty hungry so she told him there were only two
choices: steak or corned beef and cabbage.  He thought he would
have the corned beef so she just nodded and excused herself,
motioning to the waiter to bring Ken another beer.  Cathy
whispered a few words to J.J., then went over to Kelly who was at
the dartboard with Kevin, Mike, and Susan.  Meanwhile, April and
Ron had returned, so Ken moved down to their end of the table. 
He just listened to their conversation and then studied April.

Finally she looked at him and asked, "See anything interesting,
Ken?"

"I'm sorry, April, for being so obvious," he said.  "The answer,
though, is yes: you.  You're a queen.  I know it's none of my
business, but what do you do?"

"April is a vice president and deputy division head at Chicago
Trust Company," Ron interjected.  "In her spare time she's my
agent and the agent for most of the Bear's defensive unit.  Then
she's also the full-time mother of my son, who, thank God, got
his looks, brains, and personality from his mother.  She also
serves on the board of trustees of half the charitable
organizations in Chicago and is the daughter of the richest woman
in the city.  Beyond that, I adore her and hope that she may
agree to marry me someday.  She's also one of the most beautiful
women alive and is known to almost everyone in Chicago as one of
'the twins who aren't.'  Does that cover it?"

"My God, it's not just talk?  The 'Twins' are real?  I guess I
heard something about it just about the time I joined the Bears,
but I was too new.  You lend money to minority business or
something?  Some Federal program or other?"

Mike and Susan Bradford had rejoined the group and Sue
interjected, "Wrong again, Mr. Bradley.  There is no program
except for what Cindy Martin and my sister created.  They're the
program.  The money is a very interesting arrangement.  It seems
that the owners of Chicago Trust were concerned about what the
bank examiners might think.  The bank was running unprecedented
risks so they figured a way out.  You see, there is a standing
personal guaranty from the owners to take the bank out on any
loan that might be classified and to pay the bank a service fee
for continuing to process it.  The entire risk runs directly to
the owners."

"But what can that be worth?  And who is your sister?" Kenasked.

"I guess the answer depends on the owners.  In the case of
Chicago Trust the answer is $10 billion or so.  My mother has
wanted to get into the act but Bill Clifford, Dave Chapman and
the Cartwright brothers won't let her.  My sister, of course, is
April.  She's a little darker than I am -- she has a more
permanent tan.  Her mother -- my mother -- is Mary Jefferson."

Tears were flowing down Susan's face and Mike held her closely as
she continued, "You can't know what it's like to live in a
setting where the love flows like water.  Ken, everything I have
and everything I may ever have I owe to Mary and April Jefferson.
 They're welcome to everything I have including my life which I
would give them gladly.  Am I making my feelings clear enough?"

Ken just shook his head sadly and said, "I apologize.  There's
nothing else I can possibly say...  Wrong!  There is.  I was
thinking that we would be going out tonight with some football
groupies or some hot, beautiful airheads.  My God!  The truth is
that these guys somehow managed to luck into the most beautiful,
most intelligent girls in the country!"

"I'm hot, aren't I, Ron?" April asked him, giving him a very warm
kiss.

With tears in his eyes but with his head up straight Ron told Ken
what he had made April do for the defensive team.  He finished by
saying, "Can you imagine asking your wife to act like a milk cow
for a bunch of drunken bums?  I did, and April did.  I think your
first comment was that she looks like a queen.  You're partially
right.  She doesn't just look like a queen, she _is_ a queen!  So
is her mother who is, if anything, even more of a lady than she
is.  They have a butler, John Smith, who was an All-Pro defensive
end for Green Bay.  Now he's headed for the Hall of Fame.

"John told me one time that there are some African tribes run by
women.  The men just serve the queen.  That's the way he feels
about Mary Jefferson.  He utterly worships the woman.  Do you
know what else?  He'll finish his degree this year.  He covered
three years in one and then he's going on to law school.  As his
graduation present, Mary Jefferson is going to marry him.  He
doesn't want her to, but she insists.  He feels unworthy of her.
Can you imagine?  Now you can put into better perspective what I
did to her."

His tears were really flowing and now he could hardly speak as he
added, "But she loves me and is going to marry me anyway.  Can
you believe how I feel?  Can you believe that for me the sun
rises and sets in April Jefferson.  My God!  She's going to be
April Jackson pretty soon!"

While they were talking a waiter put a small tent card on their
table.  Sue idly picked it up, read it, and then giggled, passing
it to April who was drying tears from her own eyes after wiping
Ron's and kissing him warmly.  April glanced at it and laughed
merrily saying, "Damn it, there has to be _some_ limit to our
customer service!"

Ken looked and laughed himself.  The neatly hand-printed card
said, "New at J.J. Murphy's: Kelly McBride's corned beef and
cabbage and Cathy Collins' steak frites."  Just then Cathy
returned to the table followed by the waiter with a tray.  He
served Ken the corned beef and Cathy her own steak.  Ken tried it
and found it was the best corned beef he had ever tasted.  He
caught the waiter before he left and ordered a steak frites,
having admired Cathy's.  The others also ordered while Ken looked
at Cathy and asked, "Is this a joke?"

"Is what a joke?" she replied.

"Your steak and Kelly's corned beef."

"The steak is my recipe and the corned beef is Kelly's.  She
personally made yours.  If you like it, it would be nice of you
to tell her so."

Ken looked down at his plate and then at Cathy.  He was feeling
uncharacteristically chastened.  He had thought that he was the
big time Ivy leaguer slumming with the peasants.  What he found
couldn't have been farther from his expectation.  Then he looked
closely at Cathy who, ignoring him, was concentrating on her
steak.  Suddenly he realized he had just made a terrible mistake
there, too.  She wasn't playing with her food, she was really
eating it.  It was another first in his experience.  He just
watched her as she cleaned off the plate and signaled the waiter
for coffee.  Turning to him she asked, "Aren't you eating?  I
thought you were the guy who had to have two dinners?"

Ken shook his head as if to clear it, held out his hand and said,
"Cathy, my name is Ken Bradley."

She extended her hand and she again took his in a very firm grip
saying, "How do you do, Ken?  I'm Cathy Collins.  I'm very glad
to meet you... particularly after that kiss.  Thank you very
much, by the way.  It was simply wonderful."

He continued to study her and finally said, "Cath, you're an
incredibly beautiful girl.  You're wearing no makeup at all, are
you?"

"That's not true!  I am, too.  At least I'm wearing the same
thing Cindy wears and she says it's makeup.  Since she's my boss,
it must be true.  Isn't that right?"

"I guess so," he replied.  "What does she call makeup that you
also wear?  I don't see a sign of any."

"Bobby-pins, smarty!  I have two of them: one on each side. 
That's makeup isn't it?" she asked with a grin.

"You're serious, aren't you," he asked with a very warm smile
this time.  "You're wearing two bobby-pins."  He looked over her
carefully and said, "That's in addition to a chambray shirt, the
necklace I already examined, Levi's, a belt and a pair of mocs. 
That's all, isn't it?"

Daintily she stuck out the tip of her tongue and said in a
little-girl tone of voice, "You're wrong, smarty!  I'm wearing a
bikini, too.  So there!"

Ken just shook his head.  "You're too much, Catherine Collins. 
Tell me about yourself.  I know something about the others, but
what about you?  What do you do?"

"I'm a brand-new assistant vice president and lending officer at
Chicago Trust Company.  Kelly is my district head and April is
the deputy division head.  Right now I'm also working as Cindy
Martin's house slave.  Cindy is our division head and the nicest
person in the whole world.

_"House slave?"_ he exclaimed.  "You've got to be kidding!"

She shook her head with a very small smile and said, "Remember
the engraving on my collar?  It's a collar, by the way, not a
necklace.  Specifically, it's a slave collar.  It's worn by girls
who have worked with Cindy at Jan Stewart's.  You see, Cindy was
truly a slave up until a couple of weeks ago.  When she organized
and built the division, she was a slave and ran the banking
activities in her spare time.  I happen to know for a fact that
she did absolutely everything around the Stewart estate alone. 
That included the cooking, housekeeping, gardening, and care of
the swimming pool and tennis courts.  Cindy's Slaves began with
April.  She insisted on helping out and that made her an
assistant slave.  Anyway, it just continued.  Along with three
other girls and Kelly, I was out there over Christmas.  It was
absolutely the most fabulous time I have ever had."

"What did you do?  What does a slave do?" he asked, now genuinely
interested.

"Mostly, we wore no clothes.  It was funny, really.  You should
have seen Kelly with her glorious auburn hair and green eyes
absolutely naked except for a big red bow in her hair and a
little one pinned in her pubic hair.  She has the most beautiful
tits in the world, too."

"But what was so much fun?  What did you do?" he persisted.

"We cooked, we served, we helped out, but mostly we had fun.  It
was utterly exquisite!"

"What do you mean, 'had fun'?  What did that consist of?"

Her eyes gleamed and her smile just beamed but she said, "We had
fun.  Some day I may tell you what we did.  Then again, I may
not."  She licked her lips and repeated, "We had fun!"  Ken just
shook his head and changed the subject.

He finally did eat the steak frites, a pan-grilled steak served
with french fries, and found it luscious.  He complimented Cathy
on the recipe.  Meanwhile, the others were fitting right in at
J.J. Murphy's.  A darts tournament had been organized and Ken and
Cathy challenged the winners.  Again Ken raised an eyebrow as he
saw that Cathy was very good.  Moreover, she appeared to get
better with every dart she tossed.  In just a couple of rounds
she reached the point where she almost never missed.

They defeated Sue and Mike and then defended against other bar
patrons until it was nearly closing time.  Ken noticed that Cathy
mixed easily with any set of challengers; he had never met a girl
who was as unselfconscious as she was.  She also kept drinking
the beers that they were winning from the losers with no apparent
effect.  Cathy had been paying no attention to the time and
suddenly realized it was almost two.

She raced to a phone and called the apartment, with her heart in
her mouth.  Cindy answered and didn't even sound sleepy, let
alone like someone who had been wakened from a deep sleep.  Cathy
apologized and quickly told Cindy where she was and that she
would be back in just a few minutes.  To her utter astonishment
Cindy told her to ask Ken to come up for a nightcap.  She and Dan
would be up and dressed.  She hung up the phone shaking her head.
 When she left the phone booth, Ken asked if he could take her
home.  She smiled and thanked him, telling him they were less
than three blocks away.  They got their coats and set
off.*Chapter 37*

When they left J.J. Murphy's, snow was falling.  Again, Cathy
surprised Ken.  It was very cold and the wind was swirling the
snow around the street lights.  But instead of huddling into her
coat like all the other girls he knew, Cathy held her head up
straight and seemed to enjoy the sensation of the snow flakes
melting on her face.  Unselfconsciously, she took his hand and
held it as they walked down the street.

It was only a few blocks to the apartment, Cathy had said.  They
had gone less than two blocks when two men wearing ski masks and
brandishing guns rushed out of an alley and accosted them.  One
of the men exclaimed, "This is a holdup!  Give us your money and
jewelry!"

When Cathy opened her coat to reach for her money, it revealed
her gold collar.  The assailant's eyes widened behind his ski
mask and he asked her to open her coat.  She did, and he saw the
jeans and chambray shirt she was wearing and also got a better
look at her gold collar.  He said, "Oh God!  You're with that
bank, aren't you?  You're one of them?"  Cathy just nodded and he
continued, "We're terribly sorry!  This has been an awful
mistake.  Good night, and please be careful."  With that they ran
back down the alley from which they had appeared.

Cathy closed up her coat and shivered.  It appeared to Ken that
her shivering was purely a result of the cold and had nothing to
do with the attempted holdup.  As far as the attempted crime was
concerned, it was as if a passerby had asked her for the time of
day.  He stopped, took her by the shoulders and then just looked
down at her upturned face.  "What was that all about, Cath?  My
God!  I've never seen anyone look so cool in my life."

"I'm not cool, I'm cold!" she replied.  "Ken, would you hold me
for a minute, please?"

He tipped her chin up and kissed her softly.  He confirmed what
had happened at Murphy's: Her lips were as sweet as sugar and he
could feel electricity passing between them.  He could feel her
arms moving around his neck as she molded her body to his. 
Breaking off the kiss she just snuggled in his shoulder while he
held her tight and thought how beautifully she fit against him. 
For the first time he realized that she was a very tall girl and
fit perfectly in his arms in spite of wearing flats.

"Feel better?" he asked softly.

He could feel her head nod quickly and she looked up with a warm
smile and replied, "Much!  Thank you, Ken.  That was a wonderful
kiss."  Then she added, "We had better get going, though.  I
talked with Cindy and she asked me to bring you up for a
nightcap.  Will you join us?"

He quickly agreed and they moved off again.  Now he noticed how
easily she moved and remembered that his normal experience was to
have to walk at what was for him a snail's pace if a girl was
with him.  He realized that Cathy had long, very shapely legs and
matched him stride for stride.

When they reached the apartment building, Ken let out a low
whistle and said, "Clearly, Cath, you're not a slave in the
low-rent district!  What does one of the apartments in this place
go for, anyway?"

She grinned and replied, "I have no idea.  Besides, Cindy and Dan
have the penthouse which I guess is even more money.  Let's go."
She let herself in and they rode up in the penthouse elevator. 
She had called up on the house phone from the lobby so Cindy,
also wearing Levi's and her work shirt, was waiting at the
apartment door when the elevator arrived.

Cindy had a wry grin on her face and said, "The drunks come
staggering home.  I'm so glad you could make it, Slave Cathy,"
she said acidly, "I thought you were going out for just a couple
of hours?"

"Mistress, it's not my fault!  What can I do when I'm in an Irish
bar with people like Kelly and Kevin.  For that matter, your
deputy wasn't much better.  What can I do when I'm with my boss?
I couldn't very well just walk out, could I?"  Turning to Ken she
said, "Mistress, I would like you to meet Ken Bradley.  Ken, this
is my boss, my owner, and my inspiration, Cynthia Martin."

The two shook hands and entered the apartment.  Ken's eyes had
widened when he first saw Cindy.  In spite of everything he had
heard about her that night, he still wasn't prepared for the
reality.  Saying that Cindy Martin was beautiful was like saying
the Pacific Ocean was big.  The statements were true, but
inadequate to describe the reality.  Then he was tempted to let
out a low whistle as he entered the apartment.  Never in his life
had he seen a home as beautifully or as warmly decorated.  Cindy
brought him into the living room where Dan was waiting wearing
khakis and a University of Illinois sweatshirt.  He shook hands
with Ken, greeting him warmly.

He asked about drinks and Cathy said she had better stick to
beer.  "Speaking of which," she added, "I think I'm about to
float away.  Would you excuse me, please?"  She left for the
powder room while Dan went for the beer, leaving Ken alone with
Cindy.

"You're an incredibly beautiful young woman, Cynthia Martin.  I
also find you have a very large fan club in this town.  As a
matter of fact, I think you saved me some money a few minutes
ago," Ken said and then went on to quickly describe their
experience on the street.  He finished by saying, "The funny
thing is that I had the sensation of being followed.  I really
think they escorted us here from a distance.  Does that sound
completely nuts?"

By this time Dan had returned with the beers.  He gave one to Ken
and put the tray on the coffee table.  Effortlessly, he picked up
Cindy, then sat down in the chair with her now sitting across his
lap.  She had been talking with Ken and didn't even miss a word
while it was all going on.  Still apparently paying no attention
she retrieved her beer and Dan's from the tray and just snuggled
against his shoulder.

Ken looked at her and grinned, asking, "Do you always do that? 
Do you always sit on Dan's lap?"

With a perfectly straight face she replied, "Kenneth Bradley,
haven't you heard about world overcrowding?  Dan and I are just
getting prepared.  This way we don't occupy as much space.  Don't
you think we're being thoughtful?"  Ken just grinned in response.
 Then Cindy asked him, "What do you think of our resident virgin
house slave, anyway?"

His eyes widened and he exclaimed, "You're kidding!  She can't
really be a virgin. _Can she?"_

Cindy's eyes gleamed as she responded, "Let's see: you were at
J.J.'s with Kelly, Sue and April, weren't you?"  He nodded,
puzzled.  She grinned and continued, "I'll give you a hot clue. 
Sue and Kelly are also virgins and April has made love to only
one man in her life, Ron Jackson, who is the father of her little
boy.  If you're looking for promiscuity, you'll have to look
somewhere else."

"But... But... I don't understand.  They don't _act_ like
virgins!"

"Oh?  How do virgins act?"

"Well, you know," Ken replied, obviously flustered now.  "They're
not at ease around men."

"Oh, I see!" replied Cindy with sarcasm dripping from her voice.
"They always wear white and cover their boobs with one hand and
their crotch with the other.  Is that it?"

"No, Cindy, and you're not being fair.  You know exactly what I
mean.  Virgins are... innocent!  They can't feel comfortable
around men.  Besides, I thought virginity went out of style with
the death of Victoria."

"Tell that to Cathy," Cindy replied.  "Here she comes now."

Just then Cathy returned to the living room.  She looked at Cindy
and Dan, and then shook her head in apparent disgust, muttering,
"Lovers!  Of all the nerve!"  Turning to Ken she asked, "And
what, exactly, are you supposed to tell me?"  With that she
picked up her beer from the tray and sat across Ken's lap.  As
she did she made a little face and bounced a little, then
snuggled into his shoulder and took a sip of beer.  Looking at
Cindy she asked, "Are men always so... hard?  Why isn't he softer
to sit on?"

"If you had a broad beam and a well-padded ass, maybe it would
feel softer.  You were the one who insisted on tight little buns,
remember," Cindy said without sympathy.

Cathy put her beer down and faced Ken.  She ran her fingers over
his upper arms and said, almost to herself, "Well, his muscles
seem okay."  Then she squeezed one of the powerful thigh muscles
she was sitting on and made a warm noise deep in her throat. 
Finally, speaking to Ken as if she were his doctor giving him a
physical, she said, "Squeeze me tight against you.  Squeeze as
hard as you can."

Ken put his arms around her and squeezed.  As he did he could
feel Cathy's very firm breasts mash against his chest.  Again he
heard the warm, happy noises coming from deep in her chest.  She
seemed to be just savoring the feeling.  He relaxed his pressure
and she moved away from him just far enough to unbutton the top
buttons of his shirt.  To his surprise he felt her slender
fingers running over his bare chest.  Then he heard her say,
"Yum!  Cindy, he's nice and hairy, too.  Are you sure it's fun
just to rub your nipples over your guy's hairy chest?"

"It sure is," Cindy replied.  "God knows, you've seen me do it to
Dan often enough."  Cathy just grinned and leaned back against
Ken's shoulder, snuggling tight.

Meanwhile Dan had just been watching the exchange with mounting
amusement.  Finally, he said, "Ken, give it up.  Just accept the
fact that we're sex objects.  They only love us for our bodies
and use us for whatever sexual gratification they can derive!"

Cindy pretended to look puzzled.  She asked, "But what else could
you possibly be good for, darling?"

By this time Ken was completely befuddled.  The exchange he had
just heard was like nothing he had ever experienced.  Before he
could respond, Cathy said vehemently, "That's not true!  Women
just plan ahead.  I'm just auditioning Ken as a possible father
of my children.  After all, one must be concerned about genetics,
mustn't one?"  She looked Ken over carefully and then turned back
to Dan saying, "So far, so good.  He appears to be passable." 
Turning around to face Ken she asked, "By the way, when I came in
I heard Cindy say something about 'telling Cathy'.  Telling Cathy
what?"

Ken reddened but replied, "I was supposed to tell you that I
didn't believe you were a virgin because you certainly don't act
like one, and that virginity went out with the death of
Victoria."

She looked at Cindy with a question in her eyes.  "Cath, I won't
bore you with the details, but I think Ken would feel better if
you kept one hand in your lap to protect your crotch."

Cathy giggled, put her arms around his neck and looked at Ken
closely.  She asked, "Ken, do I scare you?  I don't mean to.  But
I am a virgin, even though I don't act the way you think I
should.  Do you mind?  Would you prefer me to be more
experienced?"

"Catherine Collins, you're too much!" he exclaimed.  "I have
never seen a group of girls so... so..."  Then he brightened and
finished, "...comfortable with themselves."  With a note of
discovery in his voice he said, "You are, aren't you?  You're at
ease."

She kissed him lightly on the tip of his nose and said, "I'm
trying to be.  Of course, if you think I am, just look at my boss
over there: she's _really_ relaxed!  Of course, her sex life is
the very best in the world.  She's about to marry a guy who is a
girl's dream come true -- in spite of her bitching about him
being beat up.  But there may be even one better: Janice Stewart.
 Cindy was Janice's slave.  Cindy, can you imagine anyone happier
than Jan Stewart?"

Smiling warmly, Cindy responded, "If anyone were, they couldn't
live.  They would just explode."  Looking at Ken she continued,
"Jan is my idol.  She has also just learned she's going to be a
mother.  The woman positively radiates happiness because she's
going to give birth to Peter Stewart's child.  Since to Jan the
sun rises and sets in Pete, she couldn't possibly be more happy
or more fulfilled.  It's the same with me and Dan.  I'll be
happier when we're married and much happier still when I'm
carrying his child.

"You see, Ken, all women worry deep down inside about whether or
not they can conceive a child.  My doctor says I was made to
carry children.  I hope he's right because I plan on carrying a
whole bunch.  The thought of creating little Dan Burkes is the
most exciting thing I can imagine.  You see, Dan is the smartest,
warmest, most loving, most sensitive, and most courageous man
alive.

"I was teasing you before.  The reason I'm sitting on his lap is
that I always want to be as close to him as I possibly can.  I
prefer it if he's in me and it's a good thing you came as late as
you did.  You see, while you were drinking, Dan was making love
to me for hours on end.  It was heavenly!  That's all I really
care about."

At this point Cindy glanced at her watch and frowned.  She said,
"It's now three-thirty and tomorrow is a working day.  My house
slave has a lot to do so she'll need her rest.  Incidentally,
Ken, she doesn't know it yet but she's preparing a banquet for
tomorrow night.  Would you care to join us for dinner?"  As she
spoke the last sentences, Cathy jerked upright in alarm.

Ken agreed immediately and Cathy reluctantly got off his lap to
permit him stand up, then she helped him on with his coat and
walked him to the door.  In the meantime Dan and Cindy had picked
up the glasses and turned out the lights in the living room.  At
the door Cathy tipped her chin up towards him.  Ken took her in
his arms, squeezed her tight and kissed her softly and gently but
then with mounting passion.  He could feel her weight hanging
from her arms around his neck.  When he released her, she
continued to hold on until she thought her knees could again
support her weight.

She opened the door and he said, "Cathy, this has been the most
wonderful evening of my life.  Thank you for everything."  He
kissed the tip of her nose and left, closing the door behind him.
 Cathy just leaned back against the door and started to cry.

Cindy heard the sounds and came out to investigate the trouble. 
"What's wrong, hon," she asked with her concern audible in her
voice.

Cathy looked at her and Cindy could see tears streaming down her
cheeks.  All Cindy would say was, "It's a personal problem, Cin.
Could I tell you about it some other time?  Please?"

Cindy kissed her warmly and went to bed.*Chapter 38*

The next morning, when Cindy regained consciousness after her
morning lovemaking with Dan, she found herself, as usual, with
her head against his shoulder.  Reaching up, she pulled her
tangled hair back from her face with her fingers and turned her
head to give Dan a kiss.  Making a small face she asked, "Dan,
should I be worried, do you suppose?  I think I've been
unconscious at least twice a day every day for weeks.  I wonder
if it does any lasting damage?"  While Dan was thinking of an
answer she just shrugged and leaned back against him saying, "It
doesn't matter, anyway.  I couldn't live without it so I guess
I'll just have to live with the risk."

Looking down she saw Cathy kneeling at the foot of the bed.  She
looked at her and raised an eyebrow saying, "Slave Cathy, are you
forgetting your most important duty of the day?"  Cindy had
noticed that Cathy's cheeks were tear-streaked and her tears were
still flowing.

Cathy gave her a weak smile and poured coffee for the three of
them.  As she did she realized this was her favorite time of the
whole day.  It was the time when she had wonderful talks with the
two people she had quickly come to respect... and love.  Kneeling
on the end of the bed with her back up straight and her weight
back on her heels, she idly stirred her coffee, then looked at
Cindy.

Cindy's face fell as she realized that, for some reason, Cathy
was in real pain.  She said softly, "Cath, what's wrong?  Do you
want to tell us about it now?"

Swallowing hard, Cathy knelt up even straighter on the bed. 
Looking at Cindy she said, "Cin, do you know anything about me?"

"I know you were an honors graduate of Carleton College.  I know
you're very beautiful and looking even more beautiful every day.
I guess that's about all, though.  What are you driving at?" she
asked.

"Cin, Kathy Cartwright told me about Jim and Kerry Vance.  I have
never seen a more beautiful girl than she.  But she told me how
Kerry lived with Jim for years without his ever touching her
because her father would not permit them to marry.  I've seen
some of the portraits he did of her during the period before they
were married and I have never seen such wanting in my life."

Cindy saw real anguish in the girl's eyes as she continued, "I
heard that she was taking the Commandments very literally: 'Honor
thy Father and thy Mother.'  Even though she was a legal adult
she wouldn't marry Jim without her father's permission.

"Cin, that's my problem.  In my case, though, it's not that my
mother won't let me marry, it's that she wants me to marry a
particular guy.  Except what she's talking about isn't a
marriage, it's a merger!  All she talks about is how financially
advantageous it would be.  The problem is I can't stand the
pompous jerk she wants me to marry!"

Trying to regain control, she tried a small grin and added, "I
guess it wouldn't be too bad if it could just be a marriage of
convenience and I was free to take a lover while he had a
mistress."  The grin became more real as she continued, saying,
"I guess, as we allowed our social mores to change, we changed
the wrong ones."

She looked down at the coffee cup she was holding in her hand and
idly stirred her coffee again.  Then she looked up and said, "I
guess a major part of the problem has been what's happened over
the last few weeks."

"Exactly what has happened and why is it a problem?" Cindy asked
softly.

"Because I've been exposed to love of a kind and to a degree I
didn't think existed outside of fairy tales," she replied.  "When
I volunteered to work as your slave on Christmas, Cindy, I
volunteered only because everyone else was."  She grinned and
said, "It was like being in grammar school all over again:
Everyone waving her hand, screaming, 'Pick me!  Pick me!'  Do you
remember what it was like?

"Anyway, I was one selected to serve.  At first I was delighted!
I had been picked.  Then I got scared.  I realized I never would
have thought to ask if it hadn't been for the excitement sweeping
through the department.  I almost backed out, and it would have
been easy because Kelly preempted another girl who was supposed
to work.  I could have been a fine fellow by giving that girl my
place.  The only reason I didn't was that Kelly was going out to
Deerfield, too.  Even though I'd only been in her unit for a few
weeks, I already had great respect for her.  I figured that if
she could do it -- and she really wanted to -- it couldn't be too
bad."

As she told her story, Cindy could see that Cathy was visibly
relaxing.  Being able to talk about it was helping already. 
Cathy continued: "Of course, I knew that slaves wore no clothes,
but I guess that didn't really register.  When we arrived very
early on Christmas and Kelly very casually shed her clothes, I
was shocked and scared.  But I did it anyway."

Cathy smiled saying, "I'm sure you saw it when I brought egg nog
into the library.  You heard Ken last night?  A virgin should
cover her cunt and her tits?  That's exactly what I wanted to
do!"  Her smile changed to a grin as she added, "And if I hadn't
been carrying that damned tray, I would have, too!"

She knelt up straight on the bed, stiffening her back and forcing
her breasts up and out.  "Then Ali Clifford spoke to me and I
started to relax.  Suddenly I became aware of what was going on
in the house: I was in a sea of love.  Cindy, they all really do
love you, and of course I do, too.

"That's the problem, you see.  Now I've seen what goes on around
the extended Clifford family and then I compare it to my own
experience.  I guess it's the difference between Heaven and
hell."  She looked at Cindy and again tears started to flow.  She
said, "I think I'm in love with Ken Bradley.  I certainly don't
know, of course, but I do know I feel electricity when he kisses
me.  You do with Dan sometimes, too, don't you?"

"No, Cathy," Cindy replied, _"All the time, every time!_  My God,
it's what keeps me going.  I know it has to be boring for you to
hear it, but for me the sun rises and sets in Daniel Patrick
Burke.  There is nothing I won't do for him or to him or allow
him to do to me. _Nothing!_  The short response is I absolutely
adore the man.  Does it show?"

"Oh God, Cindy, of course it does!" Cathy exclaimed.  "But what
should I do?"

Cindy now had some understanding of Cathy's problem.  She
replied, "Look, Cath, I'm not going to tell you to go against
your mother's wishes, but let me ask you a few questions: First,
do you receive money from her?"

"I used to," the girl replied, "But not since my junior year. 
Since then I just keep tearing up the checks and sending back the
pieces.  Why do you ask?"

"So you're fully self-supporting?  You don't get any help from
her.  What happened to your father, by the way?"

"No, I don't get anything from her.  And Dad was killed a few
years ago in a plane crash."

"Just out of curiosity, who does your mother want you to marry?"
Cindy asked.

"The son of a very rich guy who's a widower, I think."  Suddenly
Cathy brightened and clapped her hands in glee.  "Of course!" she
exclaimed.  "That's the answer!  If she wants the damned merger
so badly, she can marry the dumb father.  Cindy, thank you so
much!"  Now with a smile on her face she asked, "What about
tonight?"

Cindy jerked upright as if she had just thought of something. 
She had.  Looking very cute with her buttocks high in the air,
she scrambled for the phone and placed a call.  Since Cathy could
see that she had used only a two-digit number, it had to be
someone Cindy called frequently.

In a few moments the phone was answered and Cindy brightened and
said, "Hi, Sis!  How's the morning sickness?  Are you still green
this morning?"  Cindy made a cute face, put down the handset and
punched the speaker button on the phone.  Cathy and Dan both
grinned as they could hear the sounds of passionate lovemaking,
particularly Jan's involuntary screams of ecstasy as Pete held
her in orgasm.  Then there was a single scream of ecstatic joy
which Cindy instantly recognized as the scream Jan let out when
Pete was cuming inside her.

This was followed by a period of silence during which Cindy just
shook her head in mock disgust.  Then she heard Jan's voice,
still filled with passion, say, "I _beg_ your pardon?  Morning
sickness?  The only morning sickness I suffer from is passing out
cold every morning.  By the way, have you found a cure?  I know
damned well it's a sickness you suffer from, too."  They heard a
low chuckle and Jan continued, "Anyway, what's on my sister's
mind?"

Cindy quickly filled her in on the events of the last day.  Then
she said, "I suddenly realized that you're a Yale graduate, too.
Did you ever know a football player there named Ken Bradley?"

There was silence for a few moments and when Jan spoke again, her
tone of voice had changed dramatically.  From being bright and
funny, she now sounded guarded.  It sounded as if she was
thinking out loud when she said, "I know of him.  It was in my
last semester at Yale when I realized I could support myself on
my back.  That was when I became a prostitute."  They could hear
her swallow hard but then say, "What the hell!  Everyone knows
what I was.  Yes, Cindy, I know him.  What's the question?"

Cindy invited Pete and her for dinner that night and Jan
accepted, although with obvious reluctance.  Then Cindy hung up
the phone, looked at Cathy and said, "Now that's settled.  What
about you, though?  What are you going to do?"  Then she
interrupted herself and started to laugh, thinking about the way
Cathy had inspected Ken the night before.  Instead of talking
about the dinner she said, "Slave, on your feet.  Your master and
mistress wish to inspect you."

Cathy's eyes widened but she jumped off the bed and stood up
straight.  Cindy got off the bed and stood with her chin in her
hand appearing to study her.  She said, "Dan, I think I need your
opinion.  What do you think?"  She reached out and cupped one of
Cathy's tits in her hand and idly toyed with the nipple bringing
it almost instantly to an erection.  She said, "The slave's tits
are good, don't you think?  Of course, being a man, your opinion
counts for more."

Dan instantly understood the game Cindy was playing and entered
into it.  He cupped the other tit and then stroked the underside
saying, "It's size is okay.  Firmness is all right, too.  Skin
texture and smoothness is... adequate."  He walked around behind
the girl and ran his fingers lightly over her buttocks and then
squeezed her hard.  Involuntarily, Cathy yelped.  Dan said,
"There's a problem, though.  Her ass cheeks have a rather
slippery surface.  When she's sweating, what could a guy hold on
to?  Don't you think she needs to be... worked on a bit?"

Cindy's eyes gleamed.  She winked, kissed him softly and
whispered, "Thank you, darling.  But are you sure you don't want
my scars removed?  I don't, but you might.  Do you?"

Dan grinned and replied, "Of course not!  This way the new
stripes that I put on won't even show.  You did say you preferred
the whip to my... attentions?"

"Oh, darling," she exclaimed with measured sarcasm in her voice,
"You're so good to me!  Thank you."  Turning back to Cathy who
was grinning at their exchange, she said, "Slave, what are you
grinning at?"  Then to Dan she said, "What do you think of her
muscle tone?  Do you think she's... durable enough?  And what
should we use her for?  Field work?  House work?  How about for
breeding purposes?"

Dan appeared to look skeptical and said, "Isn't she a bit...
scrawny... for breeding?  And I don't know about her muscles for
field work."

"Slave, show your master your arm and shoulder development!"
Cindy ordered.

Cathy had entered into the spirit of the little play.  She bulged
her biceps and let Dan squeeze it, then demonstrated the muscle
development in her shoulders.  Then she said, "Master, like Slave
Kelly, although I don't have broad hips, I've been assured that I
have a large pelvic opening.  I believe I can carry and deliver
babies easily."  Then she brightened and added, "My tits are well
developed, master.  Even if you don't want the baby, I could
serve as a wet nurse for my mistress if she'll allow it."

Cindy's eyes gleamed and she said, "Slave, soften your ass
cheeks.  I wish to spank them and don't wish to hurt my hand."

Cathy crossed her eyes causing Cindy to giggle, but did soften
her buttocks.  Cindy gave her a light spank and stuck out her
tongue saying, "It serves you right for not taking this
seriously!"

Then she looked at the clock and said, "Good grief, Dan, do you
realize what time it is?"  She yelped and dashed for the
bathroom, their little game forgotten.  When she came out to the
kitchen wearing her uniform, Cathy was folding an omelette out on
a plate for her.  Dan joined them a few moments later.  The
omelettes were superb and Cindy said so.  Then she murmured,
"Maybe a house slave..."

They agreed on the menu and agreed that Cathy would not wear a
maid's uniform since Ken was coming.  Cindy found one of her
dresses that looked beautiful on Cathy particularly when worn
with the slave collar she refused to take off.  She also refused
to take any time off from work to do the shopping saying she
would take care of it on her lunch hour and did.  Cindy had
helped her work out a spectacular menu and she swallowed hard
thinking of the responsibility, knowing that Cindy and Janice
Stewart were among the best cooks in Chicago.

Atsix-thirty the door bell rang and Cathy greeted Jan and Pete. 
Jan held her by the arms and looked at her saying, "Cathy, I
wouldn't believe it if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes!  My
God, woman, you're beautiful!"  Then she grinned and asked, "How
is the slave business these days, anyway?  I think I'll have to
mention to Cindy that the quality of available slaves has
dramatically improved since I was forced to settle for her."

Cathy took the drink orders and had just served them when the
door bell rang again.  Cathy went to the door and found Ken
there.  She said formally, "Good evening, Mr. Bradley.  Welcome!
May I take your coat?"  Ken raised an eyebrow, but played along.
He gave her his coat and was ushered into the living room where
he was greeted by Dan and Cindy.

Cindy then took him over to where Jan was standing with Pete. 
She said, "Ken, I don't know if you ever met Janice Stewart when
you were at Yale.  She was Janice Carson then.  I don't know your
graduation year, but I'm sure you overlapped."

Ken looked at Jan and his jaw dropped.  "I remember you, Janice.
We were in the same class.  I was in awe of you."  He frowned and
added, "I heard something about you shortly after graduation, but
I can't remember what."

Jan smiled and said, "You probably heard that I was a prostitute
in New York.  If you did, it was true.  I'm sorry, Ken.  I do
remember you.  You're looking very good."  Then she grinned wryly
and said, "The result of my prostitution was I was forced to
settle for a refugee from Cambridge.  I would like to introduce
you to the love of my life, my salvation, and the father of the
child I'm now carrying, Peter Stewart."

Ken shook hands and whistled softly.  He said, "Janice, things
are coming back to me now.  I remember you were five feet nine. 
I'm six feet three, and I was afraid ever to ask you out because
I didn't think I was tall enough for you.  Looking at Pete I
realize I was neither tall enough nor big enough.  Are you sure
he's a refugee from Widener?"

Jan, beginning to relax a little, said, "It's worse than that,
Ken.  He went on to get his doctorate from MIT in -- would you
believe -- computer science?  I ask you: can you imagine a bigger
nerd than a computer scientist from MIT?  Doesn't that define an
all-galaxy nerd?"  She smiled at Ken and added, "Please call me
Jan.  Everyone does."

Ken shook his head and said, "Jan, I refuse to respond on the
grounds that Pete might take my head off.  Is he really as big
across the shoulders as he looks?"

Jan looked at Pete and raised her arms.  He easily lifted her off
the floor and held her in his arms, then he squeezed her close to
him.  Again he heard the wonderful loving sounds she made deep in
her body.  Pete said, "Ken, I think every man needs a wife who is
small, cute, cuddly, warm, wet...  A nice armful, but nothing big
you understand."  Grinning, he added, "Don't you think Jan is
cute?"

Ken just shook his head in amazement.  It was obvious from Pete's
muscles that he could see bulging under his shirt that his first
appraisal was correct: Peter Stewart could take his head off. 
Then Jan tapped Pete on the shoulder and said, "You can put me
down now.  The show's over."

Pete just shook his head.  Jan grimaced and said, "Oh, all right!
 I'll pay your damned toll."  With that she wrapped her arms
around Pete's neck and melted her lips against his.  Pete slowly
went to his knees while still kissing Jan who was now on her
knees as well.

Finally he released his tight hold, but still had her encircled
by his arms.  Then he kissed the tip of her nose and whispered,
"Janice Stewart, you're the love of my life."  Then he stood up,
helping Jan to rise at the same time.

Cathy was standing next to Ken whose eyes were wide.  He said
softly, "I didn't think it was possible for two people to love
one another to the degree you two do.  It's the most beautiful
thing I have ever seen!"

Cathy took his hand and said softly, "That's my problem, Ken." 

He turned towards her and saw tears rolling down her cheeks.  He
picked her up off the floor the way Pete had done with Jan and
held her close.  When he did, she wrapped her arms around his
neck and he could hear her crying and feel her body shake with
her weeping.  Holding her, he marveled at how light she felt and
how wonderful it was just to hold this beautiful girl tightly in
his arms.  He moved his head enough so that he was able to kiss
her.  When he did, he could feel her mold her lips to his and
again he felt the wonderful sensation of electricity flowing
between them.  Holding her he asked, "What's the problem, Cath?"

With tears still flowing from her eyes she said, "The love that
flows among these people.  If love were a liquid, these two
couples alone would raise the level of Lake Michigan by feet. 
You can't believe what it's like just to be around them.  I feel
so damned insignificant."  She tried a lopsided grin and said,
"It's really worse than that, though.  When I'm with them, I have
a marvelous time.  It must be a reflection of their love or
something.  It's only later when I'm alone that I start to feel
miserable as I realize what I've been missing all my life."

Just then Cathy heard Cindy say, "Slave Cathy, are you a guest
tonight or...?"

Ken immediately put her back on her feet and Cathy quickly took
drink orders from everyone.  Cindy winked at Jan when she asked
for a club soda with a lime.  Cathy was back in a moment with the
drinks and then returned to the kitchen for the hors d'oeuvres
she had prepared.  Each was a tiny work of art.  When she
returned to the living room she found that Jan was in the middle
of telling Ken about her career as a prostitute and how she met
Pete.  She finished by saying, "Ken, he did to me what women have
been doing to men for centuries: I couldn't have the milk if I
didn't buy the cow.  Since I couldn't live without him, I was
forced to marry him.  So here I am."

Ken looked at her and just shook his head.  He said, "Jan, I
can't imagine two people more in love than you two.  I gather
from an earlier remark that you're expecting a baby.  I remember
you as being beautiful at Yale, but your beauty now puts your
former beauty in the shade.  You positively glow!"

At that point Cindy said, "Ken, maybe that's what Cathy is doing,
too.  But I know for a certain fact that she is a virgin.  What
do you think of her?"

Cathy was sitting next to Ken on the sofa.  Putting his arm
around her, he gently pulled her close to him but then kept his
arm in position.  He looked at her and said, "Pete, you're
absolutely right.  It's great to be able to hold a girl who is
small, cuddly and cute in your arms."

Cathy crossed her eyes and stuck her tongue out from the corner
of her mouth.  Before she could move he kissed her softly and
then with increasing passion.  Her playacting was immediately
forgotten as she melted in his arms.  When he released her she
just snuggled close to him making wonderful warm noises deep in
her body.

Hearing her, Dan shook his head and said, "Uh, oh!  Ken, if you
get serious about that young lady I had better warn you now,
you're in for it!  She's exactly like Cindy and Kathy Cartwright.
 First, for some reason best known to them, the only way any of
these girls can go to sleep is with their head on their man's
shoulder, his arm around her, and his hand cradling a boob.  You
can get used to that."  He looked at Cindy and winked at the
annoyed expression she was trying to maintain on her face. 
Continuing, he said, "That's okay.  In fact, I'll be honest: It's
better than okay.  Cindy has the most beautiful hair I've ever
seen.  It's silken gold.  I absolutely adore it when her hair
spills over my shoulder."

She gave him a quick kiss to thank him for the compliment.  "The
problem arises if you move your hand on her tit -- and it's
almost impossible not to.  The problem is what happens next: she
spends at least twenty minutes making the most wonderful happy
noises exactly like what you just heard from Cathy.  As if her
insatiable lovemaking isn't enough, she keeps me awake for the
rest of the night with her happy noises."

Cindy hit his shoulder and said, "Thanks, Burke.  The Chatty
Cathy doll!  Ken, do you remember a doll on the market a few
years ago named Chatty Cathy?  You pulled a string and she would
say something.  That's what Burke calls me.  Except instead of
pulling a string, he just squeezes my tit.  The result's the same
in both cases, though.  He claims I make those noises for the
next twenty minutes.  Anyway, he's probably right.  I'll bet any
amount of money that Cathy will do the same thing."  Then she
grinned and added, "However, she's a hell of a lot smarter than I
was.  I'm afraid you're probably going to have to marry her to
find out if she does or not.  I understand she's not favorably
disposed to test drives."

Ken looked at Cathy with a question in his eyes.  She just nodded
rapidly, grinned, and disappeared in the direction of the
kitchen.  A few minutes later she announced dinner.

When they were served the first course, Jan made a little face
and said, "Cindy, is this the same old breast of pheasant glaceed
with foie gras and truffles?  Isn't this getting a little...
tired?  Overworked?"  Then she took a bite and then another.  She
looked up and said, "Slave Cindy, confess!  You didn't make this,
did you?  As good as yours is, this has reached a new plateau of
magnificence.  Is this from your house slave?"  When Cindy nodded
with a grin, Jan exclaimed, "Pete, I knew it!  I told you the
quality of available slaves would have to improve.  With Martin
we were really scraping the bottom of the barrel.  Well, tasting
this, it obviously has."

The pheasant was accompanied by a Chardonnay that was
magnificent.  Ken chuckled listening to Jan until he had a bite
himself.  Then he looked up and said, "My God!  What _is_ this!?
This is the finest thing I have ever tasted in my entire life." 
Cathy told him that it was what Jan had said: stuffed glaceed
breast of pheasant.  Ken then asked, "Teasing aside, Cathy, did
you really make this?"

Before she could answer Cindy said, "She certainly did!  And I
could kill her, too.  Not only did she prepare it, but she
selected the pheasants and paid for the entire meal out of her
own pocket."  Then she looked at Dan and said, "Oh, shit!  Now
we're in for it.  I can see a complaint from the damned Illinois
Department of Slave Affairs bitching about our failure to provide
adequate rations."  Looking at Cathy she asked, "You _did_
remember to prepare your rice ration, didn't you?"

Cathy looked puzzled and Cindy looked back at Dan and said, "It
serves me right, too.  I was the one who heightened their
awareness when I screamed to them last summer.  Nita Collins took
my case to them, remember?  I screamed about Jan's cruelty to
slaves and now it's going to come down on our heads."

Jan grinned and said, "It serves you right, too!  Ken, you won't
believe the grief I caught from the Society for the Prevention of
Unnecessary Cruelty to Slaves.  I finally persuaded them that it
was necessary for good order and discipline, but it was a real
pain in the ass at the time!  Damned bureaucrats"

By this time Ken was feeling like the spectator at a tennis match
played with an invisible ball.  He was hopelessly lost.  Cathy
quickly tried to fill him in while trying to keep a straight
face.  She excused herself and served the main course, Tournedos
Rossini.  When it was served and a fine Bordeaux was poured, Ken
realized that, joking aside, this girl was a truly spectacular
cook.  He told her how wonderful the meal was and then asked when
she started to prepare it.

Again, Cindy answered before Cathy could.  "She bought all the
food on her lunch hour and began the preparations when she got
home from work.  Of course, she only worked half a day: She
knocked off at about five-thirty."  She shook her head sadly and
said, "Slave Cathy, you'll probably be beaten to within an inch
of your life tonight.  In less than three weeks you're a far
better cook than I am, and you started from scratch.  Collins, if
I didn't love you so damned much, I think I would hate you!"

The talk around the table became more general.  Jan and Ken
talked about Yale.  Being classmates, they turned out to have a
number of friends in common.  After listening to them for a
while, tears started to roll unchecked down Cindy's cheeks.  In
the middle of a sentence, Jan noticed the tears and asked her
what was wrong.  Cindy just shook her head but the tears
continued to roll.  Jan finished her thought and just looked at
her, saying nothing.

Finally Cindy said, "I was thinking of myself less than a year
ago.  Then I would have been so impressed: You and Ken graduated
from _Yale!_  Of course there's also Pete from Harvard and MIT."
Trying to grin through her tears she interjected, "In spite of
what you say, Janice Stewart, they really aren't _bad_ schools."
Going back to her subject she said, "That's not really the
problem, though.  It was the corollary: If you didn't go to an
Ivy League school, you're an idiot.

"I guess I have learned something.  Dan Burke is the smartest man
I know -- and that's with a tip of the hat to you, Peter Stewart:
You're pretty smart yourself.  Now I meet a girl from a little
school I barely heard of, Carleton College.  Cathy defines
bright: She's aware, extraordinarily well-read, but most of all,
she thinks."  With her tears flowing in a stream now, she looked
at Jan and asked in an anguished voice, "Why didn't you just kill
me last spring?  It would have done the world a favor.  God!  I
didn't deserve to live!"

While she was speaking, Cathy was quietly clearing the table,
avoiding the pain so obvious in Cindy's eyes as she did so. 
Meanwhile, Jan responded, directing her remarks to Ken: "We all
know about Cindy, Ken, but I guess you don't.  You've heard the
kidding about Cindy's slavery.  There is so much more.  If she
were to undress you would see a series of scars across her body.
I did that to her."  Now tears were flowing from Jan's eyes. 
"Remember me?  Janice Carson, girl prostitute?  The girl who
would allow anyone to do anything to her and who would do
anything to herself or someone else if the price was right? 
After all that, and after all the money I made, my body is
unmarked.  But I ripped Cindy's body to shreds.

"She says I should have killed her.  I damn near did!  Did she
hate me?  She should have but I don't think she ever did.  Would
you believe it?  Just before I beat her to within an inch of her
life she kissed me -- and apologized!  When I finished whipping
her, she kissed me again and then just collapsed.  That woman at
the end of the table is the most beautiful, most loving, and
certainly the most courageous person I have ever met.  We joke,
but it's not a joke.  There is no way I could love her more nor
is there any possible way she could be a finer person."  Then she
looked at Cindy sitting at the end of the table and pretended to
glare, saying, "And as for you, shut up, already!"

Meanwhile Cathy had rolled out a service cart and served crepes
Suzette.  This was followed by cheese, and then by cognac and
coffee.  She brought out a cigar humidor and for the first time
in her life took one of the light panatellas that both Cindy and
Jan smoked.

Finally, Cindy just shook her head sorrowfully, looked down the
table at Dan and asked, "Do you want to trade me in now?  I'm a
failure.  I couldn't make a dinner this good in a million years.
On the other hand we do have a very talented house slave.  What's
your pleasure, darling?

"I think maybe this is a part of what we were fighting for," Dan
replied.  Then he raised his cognac glass and offered a toast:
"To Janice Stewart, a woman who showed me what love could
sometimes be; to Cathy Collins, a woman who in just a few weeks I
have come to love, a woman whose love for us was the primary
ingredient of the incredible meal we have just finished; and to
Cynthia Martin, the woman I love above all others.  Cindy, when
you're near me, you're the only thing that appears in color.  The
rest of the world is black-and-white.  You have made my life; you
are my love.  Darling, I can't live without you.  If anything
should ever happen to you I will die."  He looked at her with his
great love sshining in his eyes and added, "That's not hyperbole.
 It's the simple truth.  I adore you, Cindy Martin.  I can't tell
you how good it makes me feel to know that in just a few short
weeks we will be married and, if God permits, you may carry my
children.  I love you."

While the others went into the living room to relax with more
cognac, Ken joined Cathy in the kitchen to help with the dishes.
He was astonished at her efficiency.  In only a few minutes the
dishwasher was running and everything had been put away.  He took
her in his arms and hugged her tight, then kissed her softly. 
Finally he said, "Cathy, I know this is going to sound stupid
since I met you only yesterday, but I love you so very much. 
Will you marry me?"

Cathy couldn't believe her ears.  She looked into his eyes for
some sign of teasing.  All she saw was the most tender love. 
Then she utterly astounded herself, hearing her voice say, "Of
course, Ken.  Anytime you'll have me."  Then she leaned back
against his encircling arms and said, "Before we go any further,
Ken, there's something I must tell you.  First, you heard Dan
talk about the Chatty Cathy doll?  He's not kidding.  He's a
gentleman and would never say it but the fact is I have slept in
their bed using his shoulder for a pillow and with his hand
cupping my tit.  I know that during the night I would feel his
hand move on my breast and make those noises.  Then I would just
mold my body even closer to his.  I have also had his cock in my
mouth."

Ken just listened and looked at her with love in his eyes. 
Surprisingly, he asked, "Was it fun?"

She smiled warmly and said, "Ken, I've just told you the sum
total of my sexual experience with a man.  I'm still an intact
virgin and hope still to be one on our wedding night when you
take me.  I found out two things, though.  First, I'm intensely
passionate.  I guess I should warn you about that.  Who knows? 
Maybe I really am a nympho.  Second, sleeping with a man the way
they describe is absolute Heaven.  Last night I was only partly
teasing you.  Mostly I was really thinking what it would be like
to sleep with you.  You're a slimmer Dan.  One thing all of
Cindy's slaves have discovered is why women are so much more
supple then men.  We use our suppleness to mold our bodies to
yours.  I think you'll like it."

She just stood there looking into his eyes.  He held her tight
and then melted his lips on hers.  It was like no kiss Cathy had
ever dreamed of.  She found she utterly adored this man who had
just asked her to be his wife.*Chapter 39*

The next morning Cathy was in her new office as an assistant vice
president of the bank when her phone rang.  To her surprise she
found it was Sue Bradford inviting her to join the girls' team
against the guys in the "featured game of the Super Bowl
weekend."  As in the past, the Bears, this time working with the
New Orleans Saints, had found a field for them to play on but
this time it was not merely a grassy area in a park.  Susan, as
bright-spirited as ever, said, "After all, this is _our_ Super
Bowl.  What the hell did you expect?"  This time it was going to
be a real football field at a private school in Metarie, just
across the city line from New Orleans.  Susan went on to say,
"Mike has been bleeding all over the floor!  He claims the reason
we always win is he needs a full field to work in and needs
another good receiver.  Since he's going to use Ken as his
additional receiver, will you play with us?"

"Sue, I'd love to, but I can't play football!" Cathy wailed.

"Cathy Collins, you're one of Cindy's girls, aren't you?  I told
Cassidy I could take any group of Cindy's girls and use them to
kill him.  You're not going to let me down, are you?"

Cathy reluctantly agreed to play and then Susan told her they
were going to wear uniforms.  The girls were getting the most
worn-out pair of Levi's they could find and were cutting off the
legs to make short shorts.  In addition they were going to wear
worn-out chambray shirts with the sleeves cut off at the
shoulders and with the team name, Cindy's Slaves, stenciled on
the back like the numbers on the back of a convict's shirt.  "As
a matter of fact, I think convicts wear those shirts in a lot of
states, too," Susan said.

During the rest of the week Cathy Collins saw Ken every night,
usually at J.J. Murphy's.  She found she truly adored this tall,
good-looking man with gray eyes that were the same shade as her
own.  They found themselves talking about their hopes and dreams
for the future.  Ken still didn't fully know what to make of her.
 She was like no girl he had ever met in his life.  Diffidently,
he raised the subject of children.  Most of the women he knew
considered children to be an obstacle in their career paths.

When he asked Cathy, she replied, "Ken, I want lots and lots --
and as soon as I can have them."  She regarded him with a
quizzical look and asked, "If you fuck me silly often enough, do
you suppose we could make the first baby in less than nine
months?  Just think, Bradley, if you did it enough I might only
be pregnant for a month or six weeks!"  Ken grinned and shook his
head, then hugged her tight and kissed her softly.

Meanwhile, J.J. continued to treat Cathy like a beloved daughter.
 He reserved a small booth in the back just for them.  The night
before Ken was to be leaving for New Orleans and the pre-Super
Bowl media carnival, they were sitting side by side just talking.
 Cathy found she frequently had to leave the table for the ladies
room.  Finally Ken asked her about it and she grinned wryly and
said it was his fault.  He asked why and she told him, "It's
something Sue told me about.  If you think I'm bleeding all over
the place having my period, I'm not.  It's you, damn it!  Ken,
when you just put your arm around me, my cunt starts to run
rivers.  Since it would look pretty tacky for me to have a
soaking-wet crotch, I'm wearing a super tampon to soak up my love
juices.  The problem is the damned thing soaks through in no time
anyway, so I have to keep changing it.  Bradley, you're becoming
a real pain in the cunt!"

Ken still found it hard to get used to Cathy's frankness.  He had
found that all these girls behaved the same way: Regardless of
the question, they told the truth.  There was no coyness about
her and he found he loved it.  He replied, "Is that what it's
going to be like on our wedding night?"

"Darling, there will probably be a little pool of blood after
you've entered me.  I'll scream with the pain but then will just
melt with the joy of having you inside me."  She looked at him
with a little smile and said, "Ken, do you remember asking me
what we did at Jan's that was so much fun?  The answer is that
Kelly ate my cunt and I ate hers.  God knows, neither of us is a
lesbian.  I just wanted to find out if I could cum."

The smile turned into a wry grin as she said, "I sure as hell can
-- in a damned flood!  That was what was so much fun.  You
probably wouldn't like eating my cunt but Kelly insists my love
juices are as sweet as sugar.  I know hers certainly are."  She
just looked in his eyes and said, "You can withdraw your offer of
marriage, Ken.  You have a right to expect a level of innocence
to go with my virginity that I just don't have anymore.  I did,
but it disappeared in the last thirty days or so."

Ken smiled warmly and said, "It sounds like you had fun." 
Changing the subject he said, "Mike Cassidy asked me to play for
them in the big game next week.  He says that you'll be playing
with Sue and the girls.  Are you going to?"  Cathy grimaced and
said that she was.  He continued, "What are we playing for?  Do
you know?"

Now she grinned and said, "I think it's the winner's choice
within reason.  I was talking about it with Kelly and April.  We
were trying to decide between making you guys cut out paper dolls
or playing with dolls.  Kelly said you don't have the
coordination necessary to cut out doll clothes.  She says you
can't cut on the lines."  Her dimples showed in a happy smile but
she tried to keep her voice serious as she asked, "Do you have a
preference?"

He didn't answer her question directly.  Instead he asked, "But
what if you girls lose?  What do we get?"

"You jest!" she responded.  "You don't have a chance of winning
and never have."

Ken just shook his head and then said, "Cathy, there's something
important I meant to tell you before.  I'm an only child and no
longer on speaking terms with my parents.  Do you mind?  And for
that matter, there is a small matter of a career I want to talk
to you about, too."

Cathy's face became serious, too.  She said, "That sounds
familiar."  She put her hand out and said, "I'm not speaking to
my family, either.  As a matter of fact, I guess we'll have to
send out the invitations in our own names.  I was thinking of a
tiny wedding because it's all I can afford, but then Dan said
that he and Cindy were going to pay for it.  He says he owes me
for the work I've done.

"As far as a career for you is concerned, I have an idea.  What
would you think about joining the bank?  Ken, you know that
Cindy, April, and Kelly are all getting married in just a few
weeks, and of course Kathy already is.  Like me, they all want to
get pregnant."  She smiled and said, "Cindy says she has a
brand-new house she has to fill up in a big hurry.  Jan's already
expecting."  Returning to her subject she continued, "The point
is the bank stands to lose the entire top management of the
Special Lending Division.  Those girls all have the same
priorities: Their families are numbers one through ten."

She smiled warmly and continued, "You should hear Kelly!  You may
or may not know it, but she worked her way through Notre Dame as
a stripper.  When I ask her about Kevin, she just rubs her groin
and says, 'Oh, my aching birth canal!  Can you imagine how big
our children are going to be?  And we want at least a dozen!' 
And she does, too.  Anyway, I guess I understand why men do
better in business.  You can't get pregnant.  Would you like to
talk to Dan?  I know he would be very interested in having you
join us."  Then she rested her chin on her hand and asked,
"Darling, do you mind supporting our children and me?  I'll cook
and clean and change the diapers.  I'll even save money by
nursing our babies at my tit.  Will you mind?"

Again, he took her in his arms and kissed her softly, rejoicing
in the feeling of electricity flowing between them.  When they
separated, he said softly, "Cathy, nothing could make me happier.
 And I couldn't imagine children luckier than those who have you
as their mother.  The only thing is you might drown them in your
love."  Cathy just smiled warmly and kissed him again.

Then her eyes gleamed as she changed the subject saying,
"Incidentally, Dan said that the next time you're over I have to
wear my slave uniform: a bow in my hair and a little one in my
pubic hair.  Will you mind?"

Ken licked his lips and said, "Do you mean to say I'll get to see
my bride nude before the wedding?"  She smiled and nodded.  "But
won't you be embarrassed to have Dan see you that way?"

She shook her head and replied, "Remember me?  The slave?  I told
you I slept with him a number of times and we're always naked. 
He claims he has it all: Cindy on his right and me on his left. 
Two naked women each molding her body to his to keep him warm at
night.  He says he loves it.  Hell, Dan never even saw me with
clothes on until the New Year's Eve party at their new apartment.
 Darling, your bride-to-be has no modesty at all.  None!  In
fact, it's really getting worse.  I'm developing some pride in my
body, even if it still can't hold a candle to Cindy's."

He kissed her softly and whispered, "I can't wait to see it!"

Cathy now concluded that she was desperately in love with Ken
Bradley.

* * *

When Cindy, Dan and Cathy arrived at the Royal Orleans Hotel in
New Orleans, Cathy was impressed with the size of their suite. 
She teased them because she had her own bedroom.  She had a hurt
look on her face but her eyes were gleaming with suppressed
laughter when she said to Dan, "You don't like me anymore!  I
thought you liked me keeping your left side warm."

Dan just looked at Cindy and grimaced saying in a disgusted tone,
"Women!"  Then he added with a grin, "Besides, this is the Deep
South!  It doesn't get cold down here."

Super Bowl Week in New Orleans was as hectic as usual.  Cathy was
able to see Ken only a couple of times and then only for very
short periods.  The Bears were playing the Los Angeles Raiders
and because of the sizes of the respective cities, fans of the
two teams were packing the city.  In addition to other club
owners, along with NFL officials and their invited guests, there
were the myriad representatives from every news-gathering
organization imaginable.  As usual, there were interviews
conducted by everyone of everyone covering every subject
imaginable.

During the week, Ken was able to get away only once for dinner
with Cathy.  To his disappointment she was fully dressed when he
called for her at their suite.  She just stuck her tongue out and
said, "Eat your heart out!"

Their game was scheduled for the Saturday morning before Super
Bowl Sunday.  The girls went out to the school together to warm
up rather than going out with the guys.  It was the first time
Cathy ever had a chance to really handle a football except to
pick them up and fool around with one when she was a college
trainer.  The girls grinned at one another in their new uniforms.
 Sue, who was the last to arrive, gave a wolf whistle seeing the
three sets of lovely long legs.  They didn't waste any time
sitting around because the weather was cold for New Orleans -- in
the high forties -- and very raw.  There was a heavy overcast and
the weather forecast called for rain possibly becoming heavy at
times.  The girls had talked about it and decided to play
barefoot, regardless.

At game time, they were surprised to find that there were
hundreds of spectators in the stands and on the sidelines
including people from TV and the press.  The games were no longer
a secret.  There was even a television camera crew set up.  The
young people kidded about the cameras and said it was a
commentary on how hard up for news all the media people were who
had flooded into the city for Super Bowl week.

Cindy and Dan were also there, along with Jan and Pete Stewart. 
They climbed the wooden bleachers to the top row in order to get
a good view of the field and were sitting there with golf
umbrellas they figured they would need before they got back to
the hotel.  They were talking about the threatening weather when
they were joined by Mike McCaskey, the owner of the Bears.  He
winked and sat down next to them saying he was there to scout
some outstanding new talent he had been hearing about.  A couple
of minutes later he was joined by his general manager, Jim
Clancy, and then by the Bears' head coach, Mike Ditka.

As usual, the entire Bears' defensive unit was present to tease
the men and cheer for April and the women.  This time, though,
most of the offensive unit was there, as well.  Cathy teased
April that it was mandatory for the defense to come out and cheer
for her or she would wreck their careers in the next contract
negotiations.  April's response was to stick out her tongue.

 Because they were using a full-sized football field, Mike asked
if they could have kicking in the game.  To his surprise, Susan
agreed.  What followed amazed everyone.  The men won the toss and
elected to receive.  Then Ken Bradley's jaw dropped when he saw
Cathy line up as the kicker.  He was the deep receiver and was
standing at the fifteen-yard line prepared to run forward to take
an even shorter kickoff.  After all, he thought, there are even
professional kickers whose kickoffs don't reach beyond the
ten-yard line.  His jaw dropped even further when, kicking
barefoot, she boomed the ball over his head into the end zone. 
He ran back and downed it for a touchback.  The men put it in
play at the twenty.

On their first play from scrimmage, Sue sacked Mike for a loss as
he tried to pass but found his receivers covered.  On the second,
Kelly outleaped Kevin and batted the ball away from him just as
the pass was settling into his hands.  On third down they tried a
reverse that April stopped fo a ten-yard loss.  Mike, remembering
his embarrassment in the first game when he booted the ball
beyond the end of the field and had to retrieve it, dropped back
deep in the end-zone to punt.  To his utter amazement, Cathy came
flying in and blocked the punt off the end of his foot, and then,
moving as quick as a cat, fell on the ball in the end-zone for a
touchdown.  With Susan holding, Cathy then boomed the football
between the uprights for the extra point.  With only seconds gone
in the game, the girls were already leading 7-0.

Then it began to rain.  When Mike started jogging off the field,
Susan called him back pointing out that football was played in
the rain.  The men just shrugged and went back to receive the
girls' kickoff.  This time Ken was standing back on the goal line
to receive it.  Not only did Cathy again have the distance, she
also had great height on her booming kick.  The result was April
tagged him at the two-yard line before he could even take astep.

Mike McCaskey had been shaking his head in utter amazement. 
Sitting next to Cindy, he asked her who the new girl was.  Cindy
grinned and said, "That's my new house slave, Cathy Collins. 
She's really good, isn't she?"

All McCaskey could say was, "Wow!  I guess so!"

By this time the rain was coming down hard and had turned into a
semi-tropical deluge.  Fortunately, there was little wind so it
was coming almost straight down, but with the rain the
temperature rose into the 50's providing some consolation to the
players.  Remarkably, the girls seemed to take it all in stride.
Ken looked at them in utter amazement.  The girls' clothes were
now soaking wet.  As a result, their work shirts were now
clinging to their bodies like second skins.  For all the
concealment the wet shirts provided, they might as well have been
stripped to the waist.  In every case their beautiful bodies were
now fully revealed with their nipples standing erect, but they
appeared completely unaware of their near-nudity.

All of the girls' hair was also soaked.  Because they all had
naturally wavy hair, the water just accentuated its curl.  None
of them seemed concerned about the rain, the cold or their
appearance in the least.  On the men's first play, a pass to Ken
who was flanked on the left sideline, Cathy, who had been lurking
deep, darted across, picked off the pass and coasted in for
another score.  Again her try for extra point was good, putting
the men down 14-0.

Mike Cassidy realized that the very heavy rain had reduced
visibility to such a degree that he hadn't even seen Cathy.  On
the other hand, the performance of the girls was uncanny. 
Several times Sue fired long passes catching her receivers in
full stride at such a distance that he was sure she couldn't
possibly have seen them through the downpour.

Watching from the stands, Cindy just shook her head in amazement.
 The field, damp to begin with, had now turned into a sea of mud.
 It didn't seem to faze the girls at all.  Their toes dug in and
they were maintaining their footing much better than were the men
who were playing in sneakers.  The game moved along, with the men
essentially unable to advance the ball out as far as their own
thirty yard line.  They soon found that Cathy's kicking ability
was not confined to place kicks.  The first time she punted, the
girls' line of scrimmage was at the forty and Cathy was kicking
from her twenty-five.  In spite of the soaking-wet ball and the
slippery footing, she boomed out a terrific spiral that turned
over, hit on the ten and kicked out of bounds at the four. 
Again, it had soared over Ken's head while he was standing deep
to receive it.

Because there was no timekeeper at the game, they were playing
thirty-minute quarters with the time running.  When they changed
ends at the quarter, the men were already starting to tire.  Mike
decided that his idea of playing on a full-sized field was not
the best idea he had ever had in his life.  Susan's play
continued to be utterly spectacular.  It turned out that Cathy
could run and catch as well as kick.  On one play, looking tired,
she half ran, half jogged down the field from her starting
position on the left flank.  Ken was covering her and figured
that she was strictly a decoy on the play, but was too tired even
to go through the motions.  Then when she got close to him, she
turned on a burst of blazing speed.  Sue put a long pass through
the pouring rain right into her hands as she was streaking at
full speed.  When Ken tried to wheel to chase her, his feet slid
on the mud and he went flat on his face, while Cathy, laughing
now, coasted in for another score.

One play brought McCaskey to his feet, shaking his head in utter
disbelief.  Cathy, again positioned as a flanker, faked a
crossing move on Ken who was covering.  He had quickly come to
recognize that she was exceptionally good, so he was covering her
tight.  The men were now playing a man-to-man defense having been
repeatedly burned by Susan's pinpoint passing when they played a
zone.  Ken took the fake and slipped in the mud while Cathy
blazed by him on a fly pattern.  As she started to streak down
the field, Sue unleashed another of her perfect passes.

Although he was out of position, Ken hadn't become a first-string
wide receiver on a championship team by being slow.  He saw the
ball in the air and flew down the field after it.  An instant
before it would settle into Cathy's hands, he leaped and tipped
the ball on his finger tips and then went down on his face.  The
play wasn't over, though.  Susan had been leading Cathy, racing
at full speed, perfectly.  It appeared that Ken's tip had
deflected the ball beyond her reach, but suddenly she dove out
straight with her hands extended and caught the ball.  Somehow
she pulled it in and held on to it as she slid through the mud on
her chest.  Ken was flat on the ground watching as she then
jumped to her feet and jogged in for a touchdown.

McCaskey screamed when she made the catch and then said, "I'm
going to find out how much that cameraman wants for his tape.  If
he caught this play I want it to show our people what
concentration really means.  That girl is unbelievable!"

The next time they lined up, Cathy was right across the line of
scrimmage from Ken.  He called time, stepped across, and took her
in his arms.  Her face was covered with mud, along with her legs
and arms, and water was dripping from her hair.  Gently, he moved
a lock of her hair out of her eye, tipped her head up and kissed
her.  The Bears on the sidelines cheered them on.  He held her
close and could feel her body shaking from the cold.  Looking
down at her he whispered, "Darling, do me a favor?"

In spite of the cold and the rain, Cathy's face was glowing.  It
was the fun and excitement of the game, coupled with her joy at
the kiss.  She said, "Of course.  What?"

"Promise to teach our little boys how to play football?  Cathy
Collins, you are unbelievable!  Where did you ever learn to kick?
 Why didn't you tell me you were a world-class sprinter, for that
matter?  And who ever heard of a group of girls with hair soaking
wet who don't even seem to care?"  He looked down at her chest. 
With her shirt soaking wet and muddy, it was plastered to her
body like paint.  Her breasts were beautifully shaped and her
nipples were engorged.  He whispered, "Darling, you have
beautiful tits."

She grinned up at him and then pulled his head down for another
kiss.  When she recovered she whispered, "Thank you, darling! 
I'm glad you like them.  I hope you don't mind if they're very
firm?"  He just shook his head and kissed her again.

The others thought that was a fine idea so they all did it too. 
Mike looked down at Susan and saw her shirt was plastered to her
skin like the other girls.  He said, "I guess Jim Vance was
right.  Susan Bradford, you have gorgeous tits!"

She kissed him again and then daintily stuck out her tongue
saying, "Let's get this show on the road!  You can admire my
boobs later when we're someplace where it's warm and dry."

At half time, the men were heading for the lockers.  Kelly
reminded them it was cold and they had no dry clothes to change
into, so she asked if they could just keep playing.  The men
agreed.  The second half was very much like the first.  The girls
just pulled further and further out in front.  Once April was
skidding on the ground and cut her arm on an exposed piece of
rock.  She just pulled her shirt out from her shorts, ripped off
the shirttail at a point a few inches below her breasts and
Kelly, who had seen it happen, used the wet material as a bandage
and wrapped it around April's bleeding left arm.

Later in the third quarter, April was the ball carrier on a quick
reverse.  Cathy, whose assignment was to block Ken out of the
play, received a hard kick in the ribs.  She knew when it
happened that she had been hurt -- she thought it was a cracked
left rib.  Nevertheless, her block on his ankles put Ken flat on
his face, springing April for a 70-yard scoring run.  When Ken
helped Cathy up, he saw her wince.  She just winked at him and
said it was nothing.  The next time the girls had the ball, Cathy
again appeared to be a decoy on the play and was favoring her
injured rib.  As she reached Ken who was backpedaling, she seemed
to shift gears.  Blazing by him, she caught Sue's pass on her
fingertips while running in full stride and then coasted in for
another touchdown.

By the time the game ended, several TV cameras were rolling with
the reporters filing stories on the remarkable game they had
witnessed.  What had started as a joke ended up as anything but.
It was apparent that exceptionally good football had been played.
 Both Mike McCaskey and the coach were astonished at Susan's
passing skill, April's speed, Kelly's speed and agility, and
Cathy's all-around ability.  Watching Susan, Mike McCaskey
snapped his fingers.  He realized that Susan was a
picture-perfect passer and that, remarkably, Mike Cassidy had
improved by becoming more like her!  Coach Ditka had thought
attending the game would be a joke but ended up cheering for the
girls and the quality of their play.  When the game was over, all
the Bears at the game came spilling from the sidelines and small
groups carried each of the girls back to the locker rooms on
their shoulders.

Susan was waiting for the men by the girls locker room door as
the soaking-wet men came straggling in.  She said, "Okay,
turkeys, it's time to settle up.  You all come in here!"  She had
looked and luckily no one had followed the men in.  All of the
spectators who had not already headed back to the city were
congregating in the lobby of the field house where the locker
rooms were located.  Ken followed Mike not knowing what to
expect.

When they entered the girls' locker room, they saw the girls were
in the process of stripping off their soaking-wet clothes, which,
because of their worn-out condition at the start coupled with the
strenuousness of the play, were now little more than soaking-wet
rags.

He was astonished as the incredible beauty of the girls' bodies
was fully revealed.  All had smooth all-over golden tans in spite
of it being late January.  They seemed completely unconcerned and
were elated at their smashing victory.  The scene was like
nothing Ken could have imagined.  The odd thing was it seemed so
natural.

Cathy came up to him and said, "You guys are going to give us
showers.  Come on!"

They trooped into the shower room with the men still dressed. 
Ken stood in front of Cathy who was now completely naked.  She
motioned towards his clothes and said, "All off.  Take themoff!"

Ken stripped off his clothes while Cathy turned on the shower. 
She let it get as hot as she could stand and then just soaked,
starting to feel warm for the first time in hours.  When Ken was
stripped and standing in front of her he looked like a Greek god.
 She whispered, "Darling, you're a woman's dream.  May I touch
you?"  To his surprise, she reached out and cupped his balls
tenderly in her hand and then took his now-engorging cock. 
Looking up she said, "Ken, you're beautiful!  Your balls are so
wonderfully soft and full.  How long do you think it will take me
to drain them?"

With a little grin she asked him, "What are you waiting for? 
You're supposed to be giving me a shower.  You have to make me
nice and clean for you."

She gave him a bar of soap and he used it all over her lovely
soap-slick body.  Running his fingers over her, he realized that
her skin was as smooth as satin and utterly flawless.  Then he
touched her left ribs and she gasped in pain.  He looked at her
side and could see for the first time the place where, in spite
of her glorious tan, it now showed a fiery red.  "What happened,
Cath?  You're hurt, aren't you?"

She whispered, "Ken, I'm afraid a rib is cracked.  I'm fine,
though, really.  It's even on the correct side for dancing, too.
That's not the side that's normally close to you."  Then she
looked up and said, "Don't you know how to wash a girl?  There's
a slit down here that we wash carefully.  I expect you to do a
very good job!"

When she turned her back to him, he put his arms around her and
pulled her close.  Gently he ran his fingers up her belly and
then cupped her breasts in his hands.  He thought they were
utterly exquisite.  Then he gently pinched her nipples between
his fingers and delighted in feeling them extend and harden. 
Cathy spun around in his arms to face him and pulled his head
down for a kiss.

She whispered, "Ken Bradley, you're killing me!  I don't want you
to stop because it feels so good, but I know damned well I'll
want you inside me."  She grimaced and said, "That's a terrible
lie!  It's not future, it's present!  God, I so want you inside
me.  If we weren't in the shower with water pouring off us, you
would see my love juices pouring from my cunt."

Looking up at him she asked, "Ken, do you really like my body? 
Am I good enough for you?  I know I'm really sort of ordinary
looking, but I'm trying very hard to do the best with what I
have.  Do you like it?  Do you like my chest?"

"Darling, you have beautiful breasts," he replied softly.

She stuck the pink tip of her tongue out at him and said,
"Breasts?  Why not call them mammary glands?  Get off it,
Bradley!  What word do you like?  Tits?  Boobs?  Jugs?  What?"

Ken just shook his head in amazement and amusement, but then
said, "I guess I like tits.  How about you?"

She just nodded and continued, "Okay.  I guess I have a pair of
tits now."  Then she put her finger in her slit and asked,
"What's this?  A cunt?  A love box?  A quim?  What?"

Pulling her close to him he kissed her softly and lovingly, then
replied, "It's a gorgeous cunt."  Then he ran his finger up her
slit and she held on to him tightly so she wouldn't fall.  Making
little sounds of pleasure she said, "Oh, God, Ken!  I can't wait
for you to be able to do this all the time.  And I'm so glad you
like my body."

As she soaked in the warm water stream, he just admired it.  She
was utterly exquisite with her golden all-over tan.  Her pubic
hair was a very small but dense curly patch while her hips were
slim and flowed down to utterly beautiful legs.  Again he turned
her so that her back was to him and went back to soaping her
carefully.  She took one of his moving hands and put it in her
slit.  When he contacted her clit she just held it in position
and said, "Play with it please?  It feels so good."

"But..."

"It's my clit, Ken, and it feels so good.  This is called
masturbating.  Since I can't let you take me, this is the next
best thing.  It's called getting off, and I need it desperately.
Just keep stroking my love-bud and we'll see what happens.  Now
work!"

He manipulated her clit and suddenly she let out a scream as her
loins started to shake convulsively.  Susan Bradford looked
across the shower room and asked with a giggle, "Cathy Collins! 
What's he doing to you?"

Cathy was leaning back against Ken, feeling her body slowly
return to normal.  She said in the most matter-of-fact manner
possible, "He just got me off.  What the hell did you think he
did?  What's wrong, Bradford?  Are all Smithies sexually
retarded?"

Susan just laughed.  She turned and insisted that Mike do her,
too.  In an instant his finger was manipulating her tiny
love-bud.  She gasped with delight and said, "Mike, I never
dreamed it could possibly be this good!"  In just moments, she
was leaning backward supporting herself against him feeling the
glorious sensation in her loins.  Then she felt her pelvis shake
as she released a flood of juices with her cuming.  Meanwhile,
Kevin and Ron were doing the same thing to Kelly and April.

When she came, April turned and put her arms around Ron's
shoulders and whispered, "Darling, I hope that's the first of
many.  Do you realize that was the first time you ever made me
cum?  Did you like it?  I just totally lose control.  You also
have an exquisite touch on a woman's body.  That's new, too." 
Ron just smiled warmly, kissed her and then held her close
feeling her gloriously smooth body mold itself to his.

Cathy took a bottle of shampoo and gave it to Ken saying, "You're
not nearly finished."  With that she went down on her knees so he
could shampoo her hair and massage her scalp.  Meanwhile, she had
taken the bar of soap and was carefully washing his cock and
balls.

Ken had never felt such an exquisite sensation in his life as her
slender fingers caressed him and gently kneaded his sac.  Looking
down at her with her head covered with suds he said, "Cath, if
you don't knock that off, I'm going to spend all over you!"

She just looked up and grinned, saying, "So what?  We're in the
shower anyway.  It's just a little more liquid to rinse off." 
Then making a little face she said, "What a waste, though!  I
would far rather take you in my mouth."

But she continued to work on his now-vibrating cock and he soon
began to spurt with the first ejaculation hitting her right in
the face.  She ignored it and just kept manipulating his cock and
balls to drain as much as possible.  When his cum stopped, she
felt his balls and then looked up with a woeful look on her face.
 Ken thought she was gorgeous with his spend showing as milky
white streaks down her body.  "Ken," she said softly, "You're
going to have to give me lessons.  There's so much left, I guess
I didn't do it right."  Then she grinned eagerly and added, "But
Cindy says I'm a very quick study!  I can learn really fast, if
you show me what to do."  Ken helped her up and held her in a
passionate kiss as the warm water continued to flow over their
bodies.

Meanwhile, after manipulating Kelly's clit to bring her to
orgasm, Kevin had continued working on her.  The two giants were
standing together as he ran his fingers lightly over her body
saying, "Kelly, you're too good to be true.  I have a question,
though?  If this is what happens when we lose, what would we have
gotten if we had won?"

Kelly's back was to him and she moved as tightly against him as
she could, feeling his erect cock trapped in the small of her
back.  She said, "Kev, you can't know how wonderful it feels to
have your glorious weapon in my back while your hands roam over
my body.  The answer to your question is that this was our secret
weapon.  If we had been trailing at halftime we would have told
you then what we were going to do.  We figured it would have been
an incentive for you to throw the game to us!"

She turned around and went into his arms now feeling his cock
folded back against her belly.  Looking up into his eyes she
whispered, "Kevin, I really can't wait!  I hope you like what you
see?  I really wasn't too worried, though, because you always
came to see me in Calumet City.  April did tricks so Ron has seen
her bare before, but just look at Sue and Mike!"

Susan had her back to Mike and was just leaning back against him
as his long fingers continued to ostensibly wash, but in fact
caress, her slit.  She turned her head and looked up at him with
worry in her face.  "Are you disappointed, darling?  Am I
attractive enough for you?"

Mike just shook his head and said, "Sue, I'm going to Jim Vance
and demand my money back.  He didn't come close to doing you
justice!  Lady, you're simply beyond belief!  You're a man's
dream come true."  He turned her to face him and pulled her
close.

She gasped as she felt his fully-erect cock fold back against her
stomach.  Looking up, her eyes glowed with her love as she said,
"What a stupid idea this was!  Darling, I told you I wanted to be
a virgin on our wedding night.  Will you promise me something?"

"Of course, Sue.  Anything.  What?"

"Mike, regardless of what I say or do, please promise not to take
my virginity until we're married?  I'll be honest, darling.  I
don't have the willpower anymore.  When I saw you nude in here
for the first time, it was all over.  Mike, I want that glorious
weapon inside me everywhere it can possibly go!  Oh, God!  I
can't wait!"

Then she looked up at him and said, "Darling, remember Kristin? 
Knowing what I know now, thirty lashes would have been a cheap
price to pay to have you in bed.  And you know something else?  I
think I'm tougher than she is.  I would have had you take me
anyway, bleeding cuts and all.  Isn't that a terrible thing to
say?"  She smiled warmly and added, "I guess it's a good thing I
stayed a virgin.  I had no idea what I was missing until just
now."  Then she had another thought and asked, "Mike, would I
have made the first cut at Cassidy's Meat Market?  Is my body
good enough?"  He told her she had a body beyond his wildest
dreams, and kissed her again.

She looked across the shower and realized that April still had
the shirttail wrapped around her forearm.  Disengaging from Mike,
she went over and untied the knot, then carefully unwrapped it. 
The others came over to look.  Gently, she exposed the cut and
saw that it was a long and deep gash.  Covering it again, she
looked at April and said, "Sis, this is not a Band-Aid item. 
We're getting you to the hospital!  Are you okay for now?"

"I'm fine, Sue, but I think you're right about the hospital." 
She smiled warmly and said, "There's really no rush, though. 
This is more fun than I've had in years.  Have you ever in your
life seen anything like this?"

Susan at five feet six was the shortest while Kelly at five, ten,
was the tallest.  All of the girls had magnificent bodies.  The
men were also tall, big, very well developed, and very good
looking.  As they watched, they saw Cathy and Kelly still moaning
in ecstasy as Ken and Kevin continued to stroke their soap-slick
bodies.

Cathy and Ken were the first to leave the shower.  Ken was about
to go back to the men's locker room to get his clothes when she
told him that, first, he wasn't finished; and second, his clothes
were in the locker next to hers.  She handed him a big fluffy
towel which he wrapped her in and blotted her body dry.  She even
sat on a bench to let him dry her hair with the towel.  He
started to open his locker when she said, "Ken, you're still not
finished.  You have to make me up and then dress me.  After that
we'll see about you.  But first, come here."

He didn't know what to expect.  Cathy took another towel and used
it to dry off his body.  She went down on her knees to dry his
genitals which she did with an exquisitely gentle touch.  He
asked her about it.  She grinned and replied that a good deal of
her future happiness was contained there so she was taking very
good care of it.  Getting back on her feet she told him, "First,
there's make up."  She gave him a bottle of musk oil, told him
what it was and how it worked, and then gave him free rein to put
it anywhere he wanted.

He asked her to lie on her back on the narrow dressing-room bench
and carefully applied it to her nether lips, her breasts, and
finally to her neck at the arterial positions.  Again, he leaned
over and kissed her softly.

As Cathy held his head in position she felt her passion rise as
their kiss held.  When she released him she said softly, "Now
smell."  He did and asked her what the marvelous scent was.  "I
guess it's me, darling," she replied.  "That's the way the stuff
is supposed to work."  When he helped her to her feet he found
that what he was now calling his sexual torment was not yet at an
end.  "Now you have to dress me," she said with a little smile. 
"I know you know how to undress a girl.  This time you get to go
the other way."

He looked at the tiny lacy bikini she gave him.  She sat on the
bench while he put her feet through the leg openings and worked
the gossamer up her thighs.  Ken took the opportunity of
caressing her inner thighs as he did and was again rewarded with
deep sounds of pleasure.  He helped her to her feet and
positioned them low on her hips.  Looking at her wearing only the
tiny scrap of material he said, "Honey, it doesn't even cover
your pubic hair!"

She looked down and then asked him, "Would you rather it show or
should I shave it off?"  She looked at him with love in her eyes
and asked, "Darling, would you prefer me to be bare?  Kathy
Cartwright is completely bare and I know Bill adores it.  Would
you prefer me that way?  For that matter I could have all of my
body hair removed if you want."

Ken just shook his head and ran his fingers lightly through her
bush.  "I adore you just the way you are.  I think your beaver is
absolutely darling.  I love it!"

She looked at him with a little grin then looked down at her
groin while she ran her fingers through her bush.  "Beaver?  I
like that!"

Looking around the locker room Ken realized it was like no locker
room he had ever been in in his life.  There was a feeling of joy
in the air.  Kelly must have done something to Kevin because she
was squealing as he chased her around the room.  Sue was teasing
Mike about the way he was working on her hair, while April, now
fully dressed, was murmuring as she gently ran her fingers over
Ron's cock and balls while he held her close.  She wouldn't let
him get dressed yet because she was enjoying the sight of his
nakedness too much.  Finally, the horseplay came to an end and
they left the locker room.  The girls were now all wearing their
bank uniforms; Sue was the only one who was not wearing a gold
collar.*Chapter 40*

Fortunately, the men's and women's locker rooms both opened onto
a single corridor which ended at the field house lounge.  Going
through the swinging doors together, Ken was surprised to see
Mike McCaskey and Coach Ditka talking with Dan, Cindy, and the
Stewarts.  When they entered the room, Ditka went up to Susan,
shook her hand, and then congratulated the other girls
individually on their play.  When he looked at the men, though,
Ditka appeared just to glower.  They were standing behind their
women when Ditka said, "Jackson, how many of your interceptions
this season came from reading the quarterback's eyes?"

Ron, feeling sheepish, answered softly, "Most of them, Coach."

"Well, what happened today?"

"I couldn't do it," Ron admitted.

"We couldn't either," Ditka replied shaking his head.  "This was
a very interesting game.  I came out sort of as a joke.  It ended
up as anything but.  I stuck around to do something you may have
never seen me do: to apologize."

"Jackson, where was the quarterback looking on the pass plays
today?"

"Where she always seems to look, Coach.  Straight down the field
towards the goal posts."

Ditka nodded and then turned to Ken.  "Bradley, what in hell were
you doing when this girl beat you for a touchdown?"  He had
nodded at Cathy who was standing in front of him.  She had backed
into him and he had his arms around her, just holding her close.

"I was trying to stop the pass, Coach.  She beat me," he replied
with his head up.

Again, Ditka just nodded.  Then he asked, "Where should you have
been playing on the kickoff?  She put the ball over your head." 
Ken just shook his head.  He had no answer to that question.

"I don't know, either," Ditka admitted.  "Mr. McCaskey and I were
laughing at you.  You were so deep we were wondering if you were
even in the game.  Then the ball goes soaring over your head." 
He just shook his head and focused on Mike.  "Cassidy, of course
you're not a punter, but what in hell were you doing when this
young lady -- Collins, isn't it?  -- blocked your kick."

"I just don't know Coach.  I'm planning to ask Tom Forbes, our
punter."

"Don't bother," Ditka replied.  "I already did.  He has no clue.
Neither does Howie Fleming, our special-teams coach, nor Tom
Cameron, our kicking coach.  Fleming just shook his head and said
a few are going to be blocked.  He said that was the most perfect
punt-blocking rush he has ever seen."  Looking at Cathy he asked,
"Miss Collins, are you all right?  Cassidy has got a very
powerful leg -- far stronger than any of us ever knew."  Cathy
replied that she was fine.

Turning to Sue he said, "Miss Bradford, on that pass play to Miss
Collins, what was Miss McBride doing?"

"She was going down the right side, but she was covered by Kevin
all the way," she replied.

"And Miss Jefferson?" he asked.

"She went over the middle and stopped.  She was the outlet.  If I
had to throw to her, we had a certain first down, but I wanted it
all if I could get it," Susan said.  She didn't understand the
coach's line of questioning.

"Where do you look, Miss Bradford?"

"Sort of towards the goal posts, I suppose," she replied.

Then Mike Ditka uncharacteristically grinned and asked Susan,
"Miss Collins, on that move you gave Bradley, what would you have
done if he hadn't taken it?"

"I would have gone on a slant toward the opposite corner of the
field."

"Which way was Miss Bradford going to throw?" Ditka persisted.

"Whichever way I went," Cathy replied, confused.

Turning back to Sue, Ditka asked, "Why did you throw to Miss
Collins?  She was covered."

Susan shook her head and said, "No, she wasn't.  Ken had slipped
taking the fake.  I never thought he could recover in a million
years."

"I didn't either," Ditka conceded.  Looking back at Ken he asked,
"Bradley, what did you do wrong on that play?"

Ken just shook his head and said, "I really don't know, Coach.  I
have it in mind to ask Ron later."

"Let's ask him now," Ditka said.  "Jackson, how should Bradley
have handled that play?"

Ron pulled himself up even straighter and looked Ditka right in
the eye.  He knew he was on the spot with his entire team.  The
players had been waiting for the girls outside, but when they saw
them start to talk with the coach they had quietly come in and
were standing on the side just listening carefully.  He said, "He
played it exactly right, Coach.  That was the greatest recovery I
have ever seen in my life.  I didn't think he had a chance in a
thousand of deflecting the ball."

"But they completed the pass for a touchdown," Ditka protested.

"They sure did, Coach."  Ron took a deep breath and could feel
his football career going down the drain.  Notwithstanding, he
was not going to lie.  If this is what the coach wanted, so be
it.  He continued, "And they will every time they have a receiver
with the most incredible concentration, speed, and reflexes I
have ever seen.  That last-instant deflection will break up the
pass every time."  He smiled wryly and added, "Except after what
Cathy did, now I'll have to say _almost_ every time."

Again Ditka nodded.  Then he asked Susan, "Miss Bradford, which
way was that pass going?"

She was puzzled.  It was the same question Cathy had already
answered.  She said, "If it went to Cathy, it would go whichever
way she went."  Ditka just nodded and reached out towards Mike
McCaskey.  He had taken a ten-dollar bill from his wallet and
gave it to Ditka who just stuck it in his pocket.  Then he
grinned and said, "Thank you, Miss Bradford.  As you just saw,
your answer cost our owner ten bucks."

Then he smiled and looked at the other team members standing
along the wall.  He said, "Guys, we owe these men an apology.  An
_abject_ apology!"  He looked back at Susan and said, "And we owe
you and your friends a great vote of thanks.  Personally, I think
you all deserve winner's shares of the play-off money.  Now I see
that you girls are the primary reason we're down here right now
instead of being at home getting ready to watch the Super Bowl on
television.

"You know, it's a funny thing.  For the first time in a long time
I realized today how much fun football can be.  Furthermore, when
there aren't all the giants on the line of scrimmage -- when the
only players on the field are in what we laughingly refer to as
skill positions -- you can see a lot more.  Well, did I ever. 
Let me tell you what I saw.

"I saw the most remarkable quarterback I have ever seen perform
in my life: A passer who can throw long, short or anything in
between; a passer who looks only one place, down the field, and
yet who sees everyone on the field.  You heard her answer to the
question I asked regarding where her other players were?  Well,
she's right.  How do I know?  Because I asked three other people
and among us we had been watching them all.  She's one person and
_she_ was watching them all, too.  Furthermore, like an
outstanding bridge player who remembers every card played in
every hand, she remembers where everyone was on every play.

"I saw a...  Miss Collins, I'm sorry.  I don't know how to
characterize you.  All I can say is you can kick better than our
kicker, punt better than our punter, catch a football better than
any receiver, and block -- and block kicks -- better than anyone
else.

"I spoke of Miss Bradford.  But what the hell!  It's not all her.
 I mean any quarterback can look pretty good provided he can
reach his receivers when they're world-class sprinters."  He
shook his head.  "That's a lie!  There are damned few
quarterbacks who can _reach_ real burners, particularly when
they're going at full speed.  You can and do and do it perfectly,
every time.  And under conditions of driving rain where we didn't
think you could _see_ your receivers, let alone get the ball to
them, _least of all_ hit them in full stride.  We marveled at
your touch."

"Bradley, I apologize.  That defensive play of yours was the best
we've ever seen -- and it didn't work!  Ron Jackson was
absolutely right!"  He looked at Ron and said, "And Ron, I
apologize to you, too.  I don't know what your plans are for the
future -- after you end your active playing career, I mean -- but
I'll tell you right now you have the job as defensive back coach
whenever you want it.  There aren't many people with the guts to
tell me something they don't think I want to hear.  You did."

Turning back to Ken, he said, "Never have we seen the speed,
concentration, or agility Miss Collins showed.  She reminded me
of a cat changing direction in midair. _That ball could not be
caught!_  There was absolutely no way!  But I guess she doesn't
know enough about football, so she caught it anyway."

He looked over the group who were all standing the same way. 
Each girl was in front of her man and his arms were around her. 
He asked a general question: "You're all getting married soon,
aren't you?"  They all nodded happily.  "Do you want children?" 
This time the women nodded vigorously.  Ditka turned to McCaskey
and said, "Boss, do you suppose we could get an option on their
children's football contracts?  I'll tell you right now I'll sign
a long-term contract to be sure I'm still coaching the Bears when
their children are ready to play.  Can you imagine?  Just look!

"Look at Cavanaugh and Miss McBride!  Can you imagine what their
children will be like?"  His eyes gleamed as he added, "And I
don't know if I'm cheering for boys or girls, either.  The girls
will all be Irish goddesses."  He looked and just shook his head.
 "Never in my life have I had the good fortune to meet four more
beautiful or more athletically-talented women in my life.  On the
other hand, I have it on very good authority that you're all
brilliant, too!"  He shook his head sadly and concluded, "The
world just isn't fair.  Why should a handful of young women have
absolutely everything?"

Turning back to his players standing along the wall he said,
"We're going to destroy the Raiders tomorrow.  I was a little
worried, but now I'm more confident than I have ever been of
anything in my life.  Why do I say that?  Because now I
understand the real meaning of these games.  You defensive backs:
I'll tell you right now you'll never see a quarterback who can do
absolutely everything the way Miss Bradford can.  After covering
her -- and being run ragged -- our Sunday game is just a romp in
the park for Ron Jackson.  Cassidy?  He spends the day picking up
tips from Miss Bradford.  Every game I could see more of her in
him.  It's just that I didn't know what I was seeing until today.
 Cavanaugh and Bradley?  They get to watch -- and try to cover --
the fastest, most agile, and smartest receivers in football. 
They're both smart as hell, so they learn a lot, too."

Turning back to the girls he said, "I have one question, though.
It was such a miserable day, why did you play at all?  Then when
it started to rain, why didn't you stop?"

Cathy looked at the other girls, then held her head up straight
and replied, "Because we're getting married to professional
football players, Coach Ditka.  Our husbands have to play
football in far worse than this.  I guess... I guess we wanted to
show our husbands that we know what they have to do and... and
their wives wouldn't quit on them."

She held her head up straight and said, "Coach Ditka, I can't
tell you how much I love Ken Bradley because there's no
vocabulary adequate to communicate it.  I want to carry his
children.  I know how courageous he is.  There's no way I could
run a crossing pattern through traffic and jump to take a high
ball knowing I was going to get creamed before my feet came down.
 I wanted him to know that he wouldn't have to worry about his
children being cowards.  I wanted him to know that, while I'm
certainly not as tough as he is, I'm not going to quit on him and
neither will his children.  That's why we kept on playing."

Ditka's eyes just bore into hers.  Finally he said, "You cracked
at least one rib out there when you blocked Bradley, didn't you?"
 Her eyes widened but she just shrugged.  "You didn't even take
time out to catch your breath.  You're still in great pain.  Your
ribs are on fire, aren't they?  It's agonizing."  She just nodded
and her face reddened with embarrassment.  Ditka nodded and said,
"I know because it's happened to me.  Lady, I left the game when
I cracked mine.  You didn't."  He looked at Ken and said,
"Bradley, you're a very lucky man!"  Then he glared at April and
said, "Let me take a look at your arm please, Miss Jefferson."

April had been holding her arms so that her hand covered the
shirt that she was still using as a bandage.  She just shook her
head and said, "I already agreed with Ron that I ought to have it
looked at.  We were on our way."

Ditka nodded and then looked at the men.  He said, "Guys, I think
I made an apology for all of us.  There's one more thing, though.
 What did the rest of you think of the game?  Was that a kind of
playground touch football?  Or was it something else?"

The giant tackle, Charley Hodgins, raised a fist and said,
"Coach, that was the highest-quality football I have ever seen. 
And that was my agent out there, April Jefferson.  Coach, I don't
have to tell you we're playing so much better because of what she
does for us off the field.  Coach, I guess we love these women."
Then he yelled, "Three cheers for the girls!  They got us to the
Super Bowl!"  In the confined space of the lounge, the three
thunderous cheers from the players shook the plate-glass windows.
 Then the girls were mobbed by the players who all wanted to tell
them what a great game they played.

Ditka looked meaningfully at McCaskey who nodded.  He went to a
pay phone and made a call, then found April and said, "Come with
me.  We'll use my driver."  Then turning back to the girls he
said, "We're trying to get you all sideline passes for the game.
Would you rather watch from there or from Mr. McCaskey's box?" 
They agreed they would let the team know through the guys.

When they reached the hospital, they were met by a doctor who
they had been assured by the Saints organization was the finest
plastic surgeon in New Orleans.  It took fourteen stitches to
close the cut in April's arm but he assured her it would leave no
scar.  When they were ready to leave, he shook his head and said,
"Miss Jefferson, this has been a real privilege.  You're the most
beautiful woman I have ever treated in my life.  I'm very glad I
received the call.  You're far too beautiful to have any scars,
even one on your arm."*Chapter 41*

In response to Cathy's suggestion, Ken was well dressed when he
rang the bell at the suite where Dan, Cindy and Cathy were
staying.  When the door was opened he found his fiancee standing
there with her face impassive but with her eyes dancing with
laughter.  All she was wearing was a large black bow on the back
of her head and a tiny black bow clipped in her pubic hair.

She said, "Good evening, Mr. Bradley.  Won't you please come in?
My master and mistress are waiting for you in the sitting room."

He winked and followed her, delighting again in watching her trim
ass undulating slightly as she did.  Both Dan's and Cindy's eyes
were dancing as they greeted him and took seats.  Cathy took
drink orders and moments later returned with his drink which she
served to him while on her knees.  Ken noticed that every
movement Cathy made had the grace of a ballet dancer.  She rose
and went down on her knees again to serve Cindy and Dan.  Cindy
had asked for a martini.  She took the frosted glass and put it
in the valley between Cathy's breasts and left it there.

Cathy choked off a gasp but then just smiled sweetly and said,
"Mistress, I believe you'll find it well chilled."  Cindy
giggled, winked, and gave her a tiny pinch as she rose to leave.
Cathy impassively returned the wink.

She brought over a tray of hors d'oeuvres the hotel's banquet
department had prepared.  After offering them first to Ken and
then the others, she knelt on the floor in front of Ken with the
edge of the tray resting on her breasts.  He reached under the
tray and cradled one of her breasts from below.  Although Cathy
didn't move, he saw her eyes widen for an instant and then saw a
look of love in her eyes.  Without making a sound she moved her
lips and formed the words, "Do you still like them?  I so hope
you do."  Ken just nodded rapidly.

If Cathy was tired from the football game played in the rain and
cold, she gave no sign.  In fact she appeared tireless as she
refilled glasses and served more food.  Since she always served
on her knees, Ken couldn't keep track of the number of times she
went down on her knees and then stood up again.  She appeared to
be totally unaware of the strain this created.

Meanwhile Ken was talking seriously with Cindy and Dan about the
possibility of joining the bank.  After a great deal of
discussion it appeared to be a good thing to explore in greater
depth after the season, but tentatively he agreed to join Chicago
Trust Company.

Finally Cindy said, "Slave Cathy, that's enough for this evening.
 You may go to your room.  We will not need you any more
tonight."

This was apparently the end of the playacting.  Cathy stretched
and rolled her hips to work the kinks out.  It was apparent that
she had been suffering but had given no sign.  Cindy grinned and
said, "Cathy, you were utterly superb.  I was never as good as
you were tonight.  How in hell did you keep from jumping when I
put that icy glass between your tits, though?"

Cathy grinned and replied, "Blame that on your sister, Jan.  She
warned me that she had done it to you, and it was the thing you
did to her one night when she served you.  I knew it had to come
so I just tried to prepare for the shock.  I guess the lousy
weather at the game helped prepare me, too."

Then she turned to Ken and said, "All right, Bradley.  The
loafing is over.  Off your ass, on your feet, and come and do
something productive."  Ken didn't know what to expect but he
followed Cathy into her room and she shut the door behind her.

Then she went to him, pulled his head down to hers, kissed him
warmly and then with increasing passion.  Releasing his head she
murmured, "Wow!"  As she looked at him he could see tears start
to appear in her eyes at the same time he could see enormous
warmth in them.  She said, "Ken, I love you so damned much it
hurts!  It really does, my darling."  Then with a winsome little
grin she asked, "Do you like my uniform?"

Ken was becoming as relaxed with her as she already was with him.
 He replied, "Isn't it... a little formal?  Don't you get awfully
hot with all those clothes?  Would you like me to help you
undress?"

She grinned and pretended to be thoughtful and then nodded
quickly.  He took off the big bow from her hair and then got on
his knees in front of her.  Pretending she was wearing an
elaborate costume, he looked all over her loins apparently trying
to figure out how the tiny bow was attached.  Then he spread her
legs and did something he had never even thought to do.  He asked
her to lie down on her back and then proceeded to work on her
virginal cunt with his tongue.

Lying on her back, she put her legs over his shoulders to provide
him better access to her love box.  Kneeling on the floor he
studied her gaping cunt.  She was watching him and asked, "Isn't
it sort of ugly?  All gaping and raw-looking?"

"Darling, it's absolutely gorgeous!" he replied.  He continued to
work on her vagina and clitoris with his tongue.  Soon the flow
of her cuntal juices had begun and he carefully licked them up. 
_She's right,_ he realized, _Her love juices are as sweet as
sugar!_  When he bit down on her tiny love bud, it triggered an
instant orgasm.  Then he moved his tongue up her vagina like a
tiny cock.  Cathy's loins were writhing on the floor in a fever
of passion while her head just tossed from side to side.  He
could feel her passion approach another crest and he bit her clit
again, triggering a flood of cuntal fluid which he again licked
up.  Finally, using his fingers to move aside her nether lips, he
licked every drop, then he moved up and covered her body with
his.  Lowering his lips to hers, he kissed her passionately.  He
released her suddenly when he realized she was crying.

"What's wrong, darling?  Did I hurt you?" he asked with concern
in his voice.

She shook her head while trying to smile.  Finally she said, "Of
course not, silly.  It was so incredibly wonderful, though. 
Darling, I just can't wait until we're married and you can have
all of me for anything you want to do."  Her eyes gleamed and she
looked utterly beautiful with her hair spread beneath her head
like a fan.  Then she said, "Honey, I hope you like anal
intercourse -- or at least are prepared to try it.  You see,
another element of being Cindy's slave is that I have seen her
taken in every way imaginable -- and believe me when I tell you
she's very imaginative.  There's nothing she won't do for Dan nor
is there anything I will not do for you, to you, or allow you to
do to me.  Nothing!"  Then she shook her head and added, "I was
wrong, Ken.  I should not have said allow.  If I even think you
might want something, I'll do it."

He lifted himself off her body and just reclined beside her,
resting his back against the bed.  Her body was absolutely
exquisite and he loved just to look at it.  He began slowly to
move his fingertips over its satin-smooth surface while she lay
with her eyes closed just savoring the feeling.  He began to
stroke her breasts and nipples with the lightest possible touch
and watched as her pelvis began to writhe involuntarily with her
passion.  He just maintained his tempo and finally she let out a
scream as her pelvis jerked uncontrollably in orgasm.

When her movements stopped she opened her eyes, looked at him
sadly and said, "Ken, I'm a real mess.  I'm about to soak the
carpet with my juices."  He just grinned, moved between her
thighs, and licked her dry again.

When he finished he went back to his position beside the bed and
began stroking her body.  She opened her eyes and looked at him
with her love beaming from them.  Then she raised her head and
propped herself up on her elbows and watched as he slowly ran his
fingers over her body.  Finally she said, "Kenneth Bradley, what
_are_ you doing?"

"I'm doing a figure study by the braille method.  What in hell
does it look like I'm doing?"  Ken decided that Cathy was fun to
be with as well as being so beautiful and fun just to talk to. 
"I read a book once that said a man should learn about a woman's
erogenous zones.  I'm not sure exactly what it means but the
context suggested it was fun."  He was watching her response and
had seen her nipples harden.  When he gently touched them, she
let out a small scream -- her breasts were now so sensitive, they
hurt!

"Darling, you ought to know by now that I'm five feet eight
inches of erogenous zone," she said softly.  Meanwhile he had
bent over her body and ran his tongue lightly over her nipples. 
Cathy didn't know what to do.  The feeling was at once beautiful
and agonizing.  Then he moved his fingers down and just stroked
her inner thighs.  Again, there was the wonderful feeling.

At that point Cathy jumped to her feet and padded into the
bathroom, returning a moment later with a large bath towel.  He
watched, puzzled, as she carefully folded it, put it on the
carpet under her small bottom, and then extended her body the way
it had been before.  She stuck out the tip of her tongue at him
and whispered, "You can go back to your playing now.  Meanwhile,
this will keep my juices from flooding the carpet."  Then she
looked at him and added, "Why are you doing this, Ken?  You're
torturing me, you know."

Leaning forward he kissed her softly on the lips.  When he did,
she held him with one hand behind his neck and let herself lie
flat on the floor.  Her tongue darted into his mouth like a
little snake and he bit it gently.  When he released her, her
eyes were glazed with passion.  Then she said, "Thank you for
staying dressed, darling.  If you were naked, too, I would die. 
I'm only about two feet from the most glorious pleasure
imaginable on that bed.  If you were naked like you were this
afternoon, I couldn't help myself.  Ken, I would have to get you
to take me."  Her eyes could focus now and she said, "You look
very handsome this evening, too.  I guess that's the genuine
Ivy-League look, isn't it?"  She smiled with great love and
asked, "Darling, are you sure you like my body the way it is? 
I'll try to make it into anything you want.  What would you like
me to change?"

Shaking his head he said, "Absolutely nothing!  Catherine
Collins, you're utterly magnificent.  You can't believe how much
fun it is just to run my fingertips over your skin and feel the
muscles beneath it respond.  You're my love, Cathy.  I adore you
the way you are."  He grimaced and said, "You can't believe how
much fun it is to have a naked virgin of my very own to play
with.  Honey, you're utterly exquisite!"  Then he frowned and
said, "But didn't you say something about eating?  Food, I mean,
not just your cunt?  I've heard a man's semen is very high in
protein, but I don't know if a woman's love juices have ever been
tested for food value."

She smiled warmly and said, "I'll be ready in just a couple of
minutes.  But first, you have to clean up the mess you just
made."  He looked at her puzzled.  He didn't know what she meant.
 Then she slowly spread her thighs, used her fingers to part her
nether lips, and said softly, "Just look what you did!"

He looked and could see that the towel she had placed under her
bottom was already wet.  He knelt between her thighs and used his
tongue again to lick up her succulent fluids.  Each time he
gently bit her clitoris he could hear her gasp with pleasure and
pain.  Cathy couldn't believe she could ever be as sensitive as
she was now.  He finished, knelt with his back up straight while
still between her legs and just looked up the length of her
gorgeous body.  Cathy was again propped up on her elbows and
smiled warmly at him.  He just shook his head and said, "God,
what a sight!  Catherine Collins, you're female perfection.  I
could spend the rest of my life just looking at you like this!"

Cathy stretched her arms over her head and purred like a big cat.
 "Ken, this is glorious, even if the floor is a little hard.  I
guess I'll have to take another shower and we'll take it from
there."

She picked up the towel and disappeared into the bathroom while
Ken sat in a lounge chair and stretched out his long legs.  To
his surprise, it was only moments later when he heard the sound
of a hair dryer and a few minutes more when Cathy came padding
out.  He motioned her to lie on the bed while he gently applied
musk oil to her body the way he had earlier in the day.  Then,
following his directions, she sat in front of the dressing table
while he carefully brushed her silken hair.

She looked over her shoulder after he had been stroking her hair
for a few minutes and asked, "Ken, what are you doing?  You don't
have to do this and you can't possibly like it."

"Why can't I?" he asked.  "Darling, you're a rarity: a girl with
hair that reaches below your shoulders.  It has texture, wave,
and the most beautiful coloring ranging from brown to gold to
almost white.  I adore it... and I adore you."

Then he slipped on her bikini taking the opportunity to run his
fingers through her beautiful bush.  Before he did, though, Cathy
decided to have some fun.  She reached into the dressing table
drawer and handed him a super tampon saying, "You can do
something useful.  Do you think you can insert this without
costing me my painfully-maintained virginity?  Darling, after all
I have been suffering for the last week, it would be tragic to
lose it to a piece of cotton!"  She lifted one leg to cause her
vagina to gape open, and then guided his hand inside her.  When
it was in place and the applicator removed, Ken breathed a sigh
of relief while she grinned and winked at him saying, "Thank you,
Ken.  I knew you could do it."

He continued to dress her, finally helping her put on a beautiful
white strapless cocktail dress.  She pointed out that it was an
advantage of having very firm tits.  She could keep it up even
though it didn't have the normal built-in bra.  Then following
her directions he combed out her hair.  Finally she reached into
the dressing table drawer again and took out three boxes.  They
contained the diamonds that Ali had given to Cindy and which
Cindy had insisted she wear.  When she opened the box containing
the necklace, Ken gasped and said, "My God!  These are real! 
They would cost me a year's pay -- and I'm paid pretty well."

"They're Cindy's," Cathy said softly.  "She insisted that I wear
them tonight.  How do they look on me?"

He shook his head while his love for her shown in his eyes.  He
said, "Darling, I think I understand what Cindy was doing. 
Anything less impressive would just disappear against your
beauty.  Cathy, you look exquisite -- almost as beautiful as when
you're naked."

When she stood up and lifted her head, he bent over while keeping
his hands at his side and kissed her on the lips as lightly as he
could.  Cathy delighted in his understanding.  Her hands were at
her sides, too, as they maintained the lightest possible contact
with their lips.  Again, her tongue darted into his mouth, and
then his entered hers.  Finally, they broke the kiss.

Cathy said, "Darling, that was so wonderful.  Thank you for being
so understanding."  She cocked her head and smiled warmly saying,
"That's one of the things I love about you, Ken.  You seem to
know instantly what I want to do.  Now, shall we go?"

Returning to the sitting room, Cindy looked up at them.  She was
sitting on Dan's lap, necking, and her eyes were glazed as she
said, "What, in heaven's name, were you two doing in there?"

With an angelic look on her face Cathy said, "Nothing at all,
Cindy.  At least, nothing I haven't seen you do with Dan."

"Catherine Collins, you didn't!?"

"Cindy, I was a very good girl.  At least Ken said I was very
good."  Then she winked while Ken draped a mink stole over her
shoulders and escorted her out the door.

They had a table next to the window in the hotel's top-floor
dining room.  Because of the flat delta country, there was a view
for miles in all directions.  The rain had ended, the sky had
cleared, and there was now a full moon shining down casting a
soft light over the Mississippi Delta land.  When their drinks
appeared, Ken toasted: "Darling, to us!"  Then he said with a
warm smile, "Honey, I think we should start over.  Catherine
Collins, will you marry me?"

She took his hand and squeezed it saying, "It would make me the
happiest girl in the world to be your wife, Kenneth Bradley. 
Yes, I will marry you."  Then she winked to show that she
recognized his playacting for what it was.  Reaching into his
pocket he took out a magnificent diamond ring which he slipped on
her third finger.  She gasped at its size and beauty, then took
him in her arms and melted him with a kiss.

When he released her she said, "Darling, I have a confession to
make.  Cindy thought you might have this in mind for tonight so
it's why she insisted I wear her diamonds.  Do you mind?"

"Of course not," he replied.  "It confirms what I already knew:
My future wife is a very perceptive woman."

They had a fine dinner but Ken just shook his head.  Cathy asked
him what the trouble was and he replied, "You!"

_"Me?"_ she protested.  "What did I do this time?"

"You have utterly destroyed me, woman!" she replied with a grin.
"Up until two weeks ago I would have rated this as one of the
best meals I had ever eaten in my life.  But now, after eating
your cooking, I find it very ordinary.  Wife, you spoil me for
everything else."  Then he just looked at her and shook his head
slowly, adding, "You know, as I said it I realize it's even truer
than I initially thought.  It's not just food -- it's everything.
 My darling, you're a banquet for the senses!  I can't wait until
I can have you all."

She kissed him softly and then rose to her feet saying, "Damn it,
Bradley, you're still doing it!  Now I have to change the damned
tampon before I ruin this lovely dress."  She winked and
disappeared.

Later Ken asked her to dance.  When they reached the dance floor
he remembered her rib and was very careful how he held her.  She
said, "Damn it, I'm not breakable.  I thought we settled that
earlier."  Then she smiled warmly and added, "Darling, this is
funny.  You've handled every square inch of my body but you never
danced with me before."  She widened her eyes and said, "And I
already said I would marry you, too!"

It came as absolutely no surprise to Ken that Cathy moved in his
arms like a dream.  He looked down at her and shook his head with
a wry smile on his face.  Cathy showed concern and asked, "What's
wrong, darling?"

He just continued shaking his head and said, "Cathy, you really
know how to hurt a guy, don't you?"

"What did I do this time?" she asked, with her concerndeepening.

"Honey, you may not have noticed, but I make my living as a
professional athlete.  How do you think it makes me feel when I'm
holding a dream in my arms and praying our children get their
athletic ability _from their mother!_  Honey, you're the most
perfectly coordinated person I have ever met in my life."  He
smiled warmly and she relaxed again in his arms.  Then he said,
"You never really handled a football in your life before today,
did you?"  She snuggled closer to him and then just shook her
head.  He asked, "Why did you play, then?"

Looking up at him she said, "Darling, I want to do whatever you
do.  I know that football is important to you -- and I don't mean
just as a source of money, either.  You play because you enjoy it
-- you want to.  You're different from most of the other guys who
are playing because for them it's the best possible career choice
if they're good enough to make the pros.  It's true of you and
it's true of Kevin.  You're both very smart and very well
educated.  You could do all kinds of things.  But you both play
because you want to."

She looked at him and he saw the love shining in her beautiful
gray eyes as she continued, "I said it to Coach Ditka today: I
think you're very courageous.  I just wanted to show you that you
don't have to worry about your children.  They're not going to be
namby-pambys.  Besides, I don't think I did anything special."

He rolled his eyes and said, "Darling, you were so incredibly
good, you don't have the first clue how good you really are."

Now she smiled warmly and said, "Darling, I wanted you to know
that I think what you're doing is important to me.  I can't stand
these girls whose husbands or boyfriends are athletes and they
don't even understand the most basic elements of the game their
men are playing.  I _do_ know something about football and I
wanted you to know that, too.  I wanted you to be able to talk to
me about practice and the games without thinking you would have
to explain what all the words mean.  Do you believe me?"

Disregarding the other couples on the dance floor, he stopped
dancing, held her tightly and kissed her passionately. 
"Darling," he said, "you certainly do understand the game of
football.  And I was serious before, too.  Our children can get
brains, beauty, loyalty, courage, coordination... everything!  --
from their mother.  The problem is what can I conceivably bring
to the party?"

"The most incredible cock I've ever seen.  A feeling for me and
my body that's uncanny.  A desire in me to have as many children
by you as I physically can.  As well as being smart, handsome,
kind..."

They just danced together for a while with Ken just savoring the
feeling of having her in his arms.  Then he said, "Honey, this
has been the most perfect day of my life.  You know something
else?  I'm going to ask for my Super Bowl ring in your size. 
Darling, you will have won the game for us -- and we _are_ going
to win the game."  He glanced at his watch and winced.  It was
the witching hour -- he had to get back to the team's hotel. 
When he left her at the suite, he gave her a kiss that was loaded
with all the passion he could possibly communicate.

Going into the sitting room, Cathy found Cindy waiting up for her
so she could see the ring.  Sitting down beside her, Cathy showed
her the ring and then just leaned back saying, "Cin, the only day
that could possibly be better than this one is my wedding day. 
Then Ken can really take me.  I can't wait!"

Cindy just smiled and kissed her warmly.*Chapter 42*

Bob Costas was in the screening room going over the tapes of the
most remarkable football play he had ever seen.  Costas was the
star of the NBC pre-game shows for its NFL schedule.  Since NBC
was the network with this year's Super Bowl, he was handling the
expanded multi-hour pre-game show before the five-thirty
(Eastern) kickoff.  The video tape he was viewing had been made
at a game played the day before between four Chicago Bears and
four girls.  He had been told that they were the men's fiancees.
Technicians had been working almost all night long running,
rerunning, and endlessly editing a single play: the pass Sue had
completed to Cathy after Ken had almost broken it up.

It was amusing to think about what had happened.  Virtually every
scrap of high-tech video equipment the network had was now in New
Orleans.  As a result, they had retaped the original in ultra
slow-motion, then used the latest in electronic editing equipment
to produce synthetic close-ups.  Costas was watching the final
tape.  There was no end to the technical talents the network
could bring to bear under conditions such as the Super Bowl.  For
example, using the painted yard markers and sophisticated timing
equipment, they had determined that the receiver was running at
the rate of a 4.0 to 4.2 second forty-yard dash.  This would make
hers the fastest time of its kind ever clocked.  Of course, it
relied on the yard markers being precisely measured and on a
precise running speed of the battery-powered camera used, both of
which were improbable assumptions.  Nevertheless, she had been
flying.  Now he was watching an ultra-slow-motion shot of the
final instant of the play.  In the upper left-hand corner of the
screen, there was an inset of a clock reading to hundredths of a
second: the clock was showing real time that matched the
slow-motion image.  He didn't believe his eyes.  From the instant
when Bradley deflected the pass until it settled into the girl's
arms after she dove was less than one-quarter of a second.

He shook his head and asked for a rerun.  As the technician was
setting up, the phone rang.  It was a female network reporter,
Jane Janis.  Janis said she had located the girl from the tape,
Catherine Collins, and wanted to know if he would like to see her
to do an interview.  Costas thought for a minute and said, "Is
there any chance you can get her down to the studio?  Would she
do an interview here?"  Jane said she would get right back to him
and did, only minutes later.  Miss Collins had agreed and it was
scheduled for later in the morning.

Cathy had been surprised when she received the call at the suite
from the NBC reporter.  She had agreed to see the young woman and
talk with her.  Then, when she received another call inviting her
to come to the studio and meet Bob Costas, she was both puzzled
and flattered.  She had watched enough football on television to
both know him and respect him as a reporter and interviewer. 
After consulting with Cindy she was wearing a camel's hair suit
in natural tan with a hunter-green cashmere sweater.  She also
insisted on wearing her gold collar.  Going down to the lobby,
she met Jane Janis whose eyes widened when she saw Cathy.  Jane
hadn't realized before either how tall or how perfectly
proportioned Cathy was.  She led the way outside to a waiting
limousine which took them to the studio facilities in the
Superdome.

Costas was on his feet waiting for Cathy when Janis ushered her
in.  She took an offered seat and he began to talk with her to
put her at her ease.  Then he stopped in mid-sentence, just shook
his head and grinned.

"What's wrong?" Cathy asked, puzzled.

"Absolutely nothing at all," he replied.  "Except maybe with me.
Miss Collins, the purpose of these first few minutes is normally
to put the interview subject -- you -- at ease.  The person to be
put at ease today, though, is me.  You're the most incredibly
beautiful and most self-assured young lady it has ever been my
privilege to meet."

He then explained the reason for the interview: "Miss Collins,
let me show you a video tape made during the game you played
yesterday.  Incidentally, what appears to be haze in the picture
isn't.  It's falling rain.  That was the heaviest rain I've seen
in years and it only makes the achievements of you and your
friends even more remarkable."

He first ran through the tape at its normal speed.  The cameraman
caught Sue perfectly, looking, as always, right down the center
of the field.  Cathy winced when she saw Ken taking her fake,
slip and slide while she blazed by him.  Then it caught Ken
recovering his balance, flying down the field trying to overtake
her, and then leaping and tipping the ball with his fingertips. 
But Cathy stretched, caught the ball on her fingertips, then
pulled it into her chest, and slid along the ground in the mud. 
Then it caught her grin as she jumped to her feet and jogged in
for the score.  "Remember that play, Miss Collins?" Costasasked.

"I sure do.  But since I've watched you for years on pre-game
shows I would feel strange calling you Mr. Costas.  I feel like
you're a friend of the family.  Please call me Cathy so I can
call you Bob?"

Costas grinned and nodded.  "Cathy it is, then.  What did you
think of the play?"

"I was very lucky to catch it," Cathy replied.  "Ken's very fast
and made a brilliant play on the ball."

"It was a brilliant play," Costas said.  "But now look at this."
The tape rolled in ultra-slow-motion with the clock in the
corner.  Costas narrated, "There are a number of things we did
with this tape.  My people tell me that they haven't had so much
fun with a piece of tape in years.  First, notice Miss Bradford.
She's in the perfect posture for a passer looking right down the
middle.  There's no way a defender can follow her eyes.  Now
watch.  Here you fake to the inside.  But it really wasn't a
fake, was it?"

Several cameramen were taping the whole interview scene.  It was
clear that they would put the show together by cutting from one
camera angle to another.  Cathy replied, "Not really.  If he
hadn't taken it, I would have gone for the corner."

"We thought so," Costas said.  "Incidentally, a couple of former
NFL coaches want copies of this tape.  They claim it's the
ultimate football pass play -- on both sides of the ball.  No one
knew that Ken Bradley could play such brilliant defense -- and he
really did.  You just demonstrated that a defender can't be in
two places at once.  If he took your fake -- as he did -- you
beat him on a fly pattern.  If he doesn't, you're free going for
the corner.  And on a field that was a sea of mud, to boot.  It
was a classic case of the advantage being with the offense.  The
receiver _knows_ where he's going."  He looked at Cathy and
asked, "How did you keep your feet, by the way?"

She grinned and said, "I guess I have long toes like an ape.  I
just dug them in."  Costas looked closely at the tape and said,
"My God, how could we be so dumb!  All the girls were playing
barefoot and we never even noticed.  We saw you kicking barefoot,
but there have been some barefoot kickers from time to time.  I
guess we just never looked.  People don't play football in
January barefoot."

Cathy laughed and said, _"Sane_ people don't play football
barefoot.  We did."

"Back to our tape.  Now look at the pass she threw.  We timed it.
 It has as much speed and spin as any we've ever seen thrown.  As
I said, our people had a lot of fun with this.  One of the things
we did was take out old material on the best passers in the
history of the game.  None was better. _None!_  Now watch the
time in the corner of the picture.  Here comes the ball. 
Incidentally, the coaches were drooling just looking at you. 
Your eyes are on the ball.  'Looking it into your hands,' they
call it.  Furthermore, they tell me that the position of your
hands -- up to cradle the ball -- is also right out of the book.
As one said, though, 'It's a shame almost no one ever reads the
damned book!'

"Now, here's Ken tipping the ball away.  Notice the time.  You
change direction and somehow dive for the ball.  Even at this
speed we can't figure out how you did it.  It was all done in
about one-tenth of a second. _No one_ has reflexes this fast --
except you.  Now watch.  Your body is fully extended and you take
the ball on your finger tips, cradle it into your chest, hit the
ground, slide in the mud, pop up and coast in.  Cathy, that's the
most remarkable play we have ever seen.  How long have you been
playing football, and how did you start?"

She grinned and shook her head, then looked at her watch and
said, "About twenty-two hours ago.  'How' is pretty simple.  I
went out on the field and played.  From what you have been saying
I guess I didn't screw up too badly."

Costas just whistled and then asked, "Why, Cathy?  Why yesterday?
 Why in such awful weather?"

Susan straightened her back and looked down at her hands which
were folded in her lap.  Then she looked up at Costas and said,
"Because I'm going to marry Ken Bradley.  Because I wanted him to
see his wife isn't a quitter -- that the children I hope to bear
for him won't be wimps."

She looked at him and he could see the love in her eyes as she
continued, "Bob, I don't know how much you know about Ken
Bradley.  You probably know he graduated from Yale.  You probably
don't know that he was Phi Beta Kappa and _summa cum laude._  He
was also a Baker Scholar at the Harvard Business School where he
graduated last year.  Let's face it: He can make a very good
living outside of football.  But Ken plays pro ball.  He plays it
because he likes it.  It's an important part of his life.  I
wanted to demonstrate that I can relate to anything that's an
important part of his life -- that I'm not a football illiterate.
 I adore the man.  I guess it's that simple."

Costas just shook his head.  Then he said, "Cathy, you certainly
are not a football illiterate.  Several coaches -- very seriously
-- want you to work with their players.  This includes kicking,
punting, receiving and pass defense.  Can you throw the ball, by
the way?  No one thought to ask, but my bet is that you can, and
probably as well as you do everything else with it."

Cathy laughed and said, "Susan Bradford, as you saw, is as good
as they get.  Why would I want to challenge her?  Besides, she's
a buddy."

Now Bob changed the subject and asked, "Cathy, what about you? 
Where are you from and what do you do?"

She told him about Carleton College and said, "I'm an assistant
vice president and lending officer at Chicago Trust Company. 
Incidentally, April Jefferson and Kelly McBride are vice
presidents.  Kelly is my boss.  Sue Bradford is executive
director of a major charitable foundation in Chicago as well as
being April's sister."

Costas' jaw dropped.  "Sister!?  But... but April is black."

"She really is, though," Cathy said with a grin.  "April's
mother, Mary Jefferson, is the richest woman in Chicago and she
adopted Susan.  Sue kids that the only difference between them is
that she has to keep working on her tan while April's is
permanent, and if they were natural sisters they would fight a
hell of a lot more."

Bob Costas had built his career by being very well-informed on a
wide variety of subjects including many far removed from sports.
He snapped his fingers and said softly, "'The twins who
aren't'... is April?..."

Cathy grinned and nodded, saying, "She sure is.  The other is my
owner, Cynthia Martin.  Cindy is the senior vice president and
head of the Special Lending Division at Chicago Trust.  April is
a vice president and the deputy division head, while Kelly is
also a vice president and my district head.  We have a lot of
fun."

Costas just shook his head and then said, "Cathy, could I ask you
a personal question?  You were kind enough to come down to talk
to us, so we didn't want to bother you with a lot of TV nonsense.
 Usually, though, we run our guests through makeup.  When Jane
Janis brought you in here today, my first reaction was that
makeup had done a smashing job on you.  As I look at you, though,
I'm certain you didn't see them.  Furthermore, I'm almost certain
you're wearing no makeup at all.  Are you?"

Cathy reddened and said, "I'm sorry, Bob.  I guess I'll have to
look like a witch if this tape ever runs.  It's too late to do
anything about it now, I guess."

Shaking his head, he started to laugh and said, "Cathy Collins,
you're too much!  'A witch,' she says."  Looking across to where
Jane Janis had been listening to the interview intently he asked,
"Jane, you're a pro.  What do you think?  Do you think Cathy will
look like a witch on the air?"

Jane laughed and said, "Bob, I've been trying to hide.  She's the
most beautiful woman I have seen in years.  And in spite of her
charm, I'm trying very hard to hate her guts.  It's not fair! 
Costas, I have to get up and go to work on my face for at least
three hours before air time to try to look respectable.  This...
This _thing_ washes her face and is ready to go!  It's... It's a
disgrace!"

Cathy laughed and said, "That's not true, Jane.  I use makeup and
so does Cindy Martin.  I have two bobby pins in my hair. 
Honest!"

Jane grinned, then stuck out her tongue and said, "That does it!
_I hate you!"_  Then she shook her head sadly and continued,
"Collins, damn it, you're a disgrace to women everywhere.  Bob
was too nice to focus on a little bit of tape the technicians
_really_ had fun with.  I don't know if you remember when, on the
play following your 'miraculous reception,' Ken Bradley just took
you in his arms?  Our people sure do!  They made it a two-shot,
and Collins, you're a disgrace.  There you stand in the pouring
rain after sliding in the mud.  What do we see?  We see a woman
with so damned much natural beauty that it's got to be illegal! 
Water is streaming from your hair, your shirt looks like a coat
of paint, and Ken Bradley carefully pushes a lock of hair off
your face and burns you with a kiss.  Damn you!  If that had been
me, first, my face would have run off in the rain after the first
few drops.  Then my hair would have taken its natural course: it
would hang in strings; and my body -- well, we'll just forget
about that!  Collins, _I hate you!"_

Cathy had been looking at Jane with a completely impassive
expression on her face.  Finally, with a studied look of hurt she
said sadly, "Gee, Jane, I like you."  Then she began to giggle
and then to laugh out loud.  She took Jane in her arms and gave
her a warm kiss.  As she did, she didn't notice that the cameras
were still rolling.

Then Jane grinned, shook her head, and offered refreshments.  As
she did, she noticed Cathy's ring and called Bob over.  He looked
at it and asked, "Is that new?  The way you play with it, it
doesn't appear that you're used to wearing it yet."  Cathy smiled
warmly and told them Ken had given it to her the previous night.
Costas smiled and said, "I know that at a wedding reception a guy
gets to kiss the bride.  Do I get to kiss the fiancee, too, as
long as the engagement is official?  With the size of the diamond
in that ring, it has to be official as hell."

Cathy grinned and gave him a kiss.  Then she said, "If Ken asks,
I'll tell him it was insurance so you'll try your best to keep me
from looking like a witch if any of this material ever airs. 
Incidentally, could we ever get a copy of the game tape?  It
really is interesting."

"One of the most interesting things, Cathy, is that Ken played it
perfectly -- absolutely perfectly.  He couldn't have done better.
 No one could.  We honestly can't figure out how he was able to
catch up to the ball, but when he tipped it with his fingers, it
was all over -- or should have been.  Young lady, everyone who
has seen the tape has the same impression: Like a cat, you
changed direction in midair and did it in about one-tenth of a
second.  Lady, your children will have reflexes the likes of
which the world has never seen!"  He extended his hand and Cathy
gripped it firmly.  Jane then accompanied her back to the hotel.

* * *

The Super Bowl game -- which Mike Ditka said would be an
anticlimax -- was.  It began on the opening kickoff when a Bears
backup defensive back hit the Raider kick returner's arms forcing
a fumble.  Another Bear caught the fumbled football in the air
and ran it in for a touchdown.

Mike Cassidy had his best day as a pro.  He completed 24 of 28
passes for over 400 yards.  Ken Bradley and Kevin Cavanaugh
caught three touchdown passes each, while Ron Jackson intercepted
four Raiders passes, returning one of them 65 yards for a
touchdown.

By the time the game was over, it had become an utter rout.  The
Bears beat the Raiders even more decisively than they had beaten
the New England Patriots years earlier.  With a total of seven
turnovers against none for the Bears, the game was a Los Angeles
disaster.

Cathy began the game in the Bears' box, chewing her fingernail. 
She began to relax with the Bears' first quick score.  By the end
of the first half, the issue wasn't in doubt, so the four girls
used their sideline passes for the second half.  Cathy thought it
was neat to sit beside Ken on the bench during the short periods
the defense was on the field.  He looked so huge with his
shoulder pads and so menacing with the blacking under his eyes.

Ken winked at her and said, "Now these are _tough_ playing
conditions, not like that wonderful situation yesterday.  I do
believe the air conditioning might even be allowing the
temperature to rise a degree or two."  Cathy winked, laughed and
squeezed his hand.

When the offensive unit was on the field -- which was most of the
afternoon -- April sat with Ron's arm around her trying to
snuggle as best she could in spite of his shoulder pads.  Once,
she backed off and whacked his pads a couple of times with her
hand.  Of course, all it accomplished was to hurt her hand.  She
made a cute face as she shook her hand while Cathy asked her what
she was doing.  "Isn't it obvious?  I'm trying to soften my
pillow but it didn't work!"

Finally the game -- or more accurately, the slaughter -- ended. 
Cathy was standing beside Ken when the final gun sounded.  The
Bears had won by the shocking score of 63 0, the worst blowout in
the history of the Super Bowl and one of the most one-sided games
in NFL history.

Ken took Cathy in his arms and gave her a very warm kiss.  When
he released her she pounded on the front of his pads with her
fist and grinned up at him saying, "Damned armor!"  Ken jogged
towards the dressing room while Cathy met the other girls and
went back to the McCaskey box.  They had made arrangements with
the men to meet at Antoine's Restaurant for the Bears' victory
party later.*Chapter 43*

Evangeline Collins was unhappy.  Ed Bradley had insisted on going
to a Super Bowl party that afternoon and she had been unable to
dissuade him.  Vangie paid less than no attention to football or
football games but Ed had said something about a special interest
in this one.  The party was at a friend's duplex apartment on the
Upper East Side of Manhattan.  Fortunately, Vangie found that
most of the other women there shared her total lack of interest
in the game so they were talking about the latest around-town
gossip and decrying the state of the Broadway theater when she
heard her name called.

Carrying her drink, she found herself in front of a television
set with a woman with whom she had a nodding acquaintance, Carrie
Smith.  Carrie asked, "Vangie, don't you have a daughter named
Catherine?"

Vangie shook her head and said, "I used to.  Why do you ask?"

Pointing to the television screen Carrie asked, "Is that her?"

Vangie looked and almost dropped her drink.  She didn't recognize
Bob Costas, of course, but there was Cathy on national
television.  At a glance she thought how beautiful Cathy looked
in the green and tan.  Her eye even caught the gold collar around
her daughter's neck.  She screamed and Ed Bradley came running. 
The group in front of the television set quieted down, realizing
that a member of their group had a personal interest in the show.
 She whispered, "Ed, that's my daughter, Cathy!"

As they watched, Costas played the tape of the play in which
Cathy had caught the ball off Ken's fingers, flopped on her face,
and raced in for a touchdown.  Vangie was appalled at Cathy's
appearance.  "My God," she murmured, "she's not wearing any
clothes, she's barefoot and it's pouring down rain.  Ed, look at
that awful mud!"

Edgar Bradley didn't respond.  When she turned to look at him she
found his jaw had dropped and he was shaking his head.  Finally
he was able to speak and said, "Vangie, that's my son, Ken!  He's
with your daughter."

The surprises weren't over.  The next shot on the screen, Costas
said, were taken the next time the two teams lined up at
scrimmage.  They saw Ken step across the line and take Cathy in
his arms.  What they didn't know was this was one of the shots
that the NBC technicians had worked on, creating a close-up of
the young couple.  They watched as Ken tenderly moved a sodden
lock of hair off her face and kissed her.  Vangie didn't know how
to react.  With the shirt plastered to her body, it was apparent
that Cathy was molding her body to Ken's and was returning his
kiss with increasing passion.

The room was completely quiet now as the people were absorbed in
the action on the TV screen.  Then they heard Ken ask Cathy to do
him a favor: to promise to teach their little boys how to play
football.  They also heard him comment, "Who ever heard of a
group of girls with hair soaking wet and not seeming to care?" 
They showed him move back and look down at Cathy's body. 
Fortunately, because of the Network's Program Practices group --
otherwise known as the network censors -- they omitted Ken's
comment about Cathy's beautiful tits.  The next shot showed all
of the men with their women in their arms.  Costas commented that
this had to be a football first: a break in the action for a
little necking between the opposing teams.  Then he went on to
describe the quality of play.

While he was talking, Ed Bradley had gone to a telephone leaving
Evangeline Collins alone.  Vangie didn't know what to do or how
to react -- she was in a state of complete shock.  Before she
realized he had left her side, he returned.  Taking her hands in
his he said, "Vangie, will you come with me to New Orleans? 
Right now?  I was just on the phone to Executive Aviation. 
They'll have a Lear Jet ready to go from Teterboro in sixty
minutes.  We can be in New Orleans before the game is over.  Will
you come?"

He shook his head and smiled weakly saying, "Can you believe
this?  We've been trying to get our two children to meet but
couldn't do it.  Obviously, they did it by themselves.  I think
the trip could be fun, and it looks like my son may even end up
with a Super Bowl ring."

Vangie didn't know what a Super Bowl ring was, either, but it
sounded good.  She was still so stunned that all she could do was
nod her head.  Just over an hour later they were airborne. 
Vangie even watched the first few minutes of the game on the
plane's TV set, but then went to sleep.  It was too one-sided to
sustain her interest.  Unfortunately, she missed even more
coverage of her daughter and her friends as the network tried to
maintain interest in a game that had ceased to be a contest while
still in the first quarter of play.

* * *

When Cathy and Kelly arrived at Antoine's, they were surprised at
the looks they received from the people waiting in line outside
for admittance to New Orleans' most famous restaurant.  Since the
Bears had a private room reserved they were walking by the line
towards the entrance when a girl called out, "Miss Collins?"

Cathy stopped and saw a young woman who appeared to be of college
age -- about twenty.  She smiled and said, "I'm Cathy Collins." 
Then she appeared puzzled as she looked at the girl and said,
"I'm sorry, but your face isn't familiar.  Do I know you?"

The girl was about five feet three and very cute.  She was with a
tall young man who was standing behind her and was obviously so
embarrassed he wanted to fade into the woodwork.  She said, "No,
ma'am, you don't.  I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed
watching you on television today humiliating those big men!"

Cathy and Kelly exchanged looks and rolled their eyes.  Kelly
muttered, "Uh, oh!"

Cathy just shook her head and said, "What, exactly did you see? 
I was at the game so I haven't seen any television today."

The girl quickly told about Bob Costas' pre-game show and the
films of the girls beating the men in the mud and rain the day
before.  She finished by saying, "Boy, you sure showed them!"

"I'm sorry you got that impression," Cathy said quietly.  "You
see, nothing could be further from the truth."  As she was
speaking, it was apparent from the way the people crowded around
that she had been recognized by a great many of the people, but
the overwhelming majority didn't feel they should impose.  Now
that the girls had stopped to talk, they felt it was all right to
crowd around to listen.  Cathy swallowed hard and asked, "What's
your name?"

"It's Phyllis Crowley, Miss Collins," she replied, extending her
hand.

Cathy took her hand and noticed she had a rather limp grip.  Then
she said, "Phyllis, why do you suppose we played the game?"

The girl was taken obviously taken aback by the question.  She
shook her head and replied, "I don't know.  To show them up, I
suppose."

Cathy shook her head and said, "Phyllis, we did it to have some
fun with our men.  Maybe there was a little more to it than that,
though.  You see, we're all engaged to professional football
players.  I guess it's always bothered me that too many women --
including wives and sweethearts of players -- don't know a damned
thing about the game."

Cathy grimaced and continued, "Me, show up Ken Bradley?  Nothing
could be further from the truth.  I guess I wanted to show him
that first, his bride knew something about the game and could
even catch a football, and second, that his children wouldn't be
cowards or quitters."  Her smile was incredibly warm and
beautiful as she added, "You see, that's what I really want.  I
want to carry Ken's children, give birth to them, nurse them and
nurture them.  That's absolutely all I want.  Do you believe
that?"

The girl was looking at Cathy aghast, "But... but you can't be
serious!  You're teasing me, aren't you?"

Cathy looked at Kelly and shrugged saying, "Do you want to try?"

Kelly winked and said, "Phyllis, do you recognize me?  Since I
was playing in the game, too, I may have appeared on television.
Did I?"

Again the girl's eyes widened and then she smiled broadly.  "You
sure did," she said.  "You were covering that huge guy, Kevin
something, and giving him fits!"  Then she looked puzzled and
asked, "But why did you stop in the middle?"

Since neither of the girls had seen the films, they didn't know
what she was talking about.  Phyllis said, "You know!  When one
of the guys stopped the game and kissed Cathy.  Why did you
stop?"

"Oh, boy!  Phyllis, I think we have a major comprehension problem
with you.  Let me just say that anytime Kevin Cavanaugh wants to
kiss me, I'll stop whatever I'm doing to let him.  There's
nothing I like better than being in his arms.  As far as
yesterday was concerned, it was cold, it was pouring down rain
and I was miserable.  Then he took me in his arms and everything
was fine again."

She looked at her watch, smiled and said, "Speaking of which,
he's waiting for me now, so if you'll excuse us..."  The girls
made their way through the crowd to the entrance and were then
directed to the private room where the Bears were having their
party.  As they threaded their way through the crowd, Kelly
asked, "Do you think we made an impression?"

Shaking her head sadly, Cathy replied, "Kel, I'm afraid that poor
girl didn't have the first clue what we were talking about!" 
Kelly just rolled her eyes and nodded her head in agreement.

When they entered the Bears' private dining room, the first thing
they saw was a television set mounted up high in the corner tuned
to NBC's post-game show.  All the Bears and their guests were
silent with their eyes glued to the TV.  Bob Costas was talking
about the film he had shown in the pre-game show and said that it
had set new records for viewer interest.  As a result of phone
calls to local affiliates around the country and to the network
itself, they were going to replay the piece.  This is what the
people were watching as the tape started to roll.

Cathy turned bright red when she realized that she was seeing the
interview she did with Costas that morning.  She almost couldn't
bear to look.  She was watching out of the corner of her eye when
Ken made his way through the crowd to her side and gave her a
warm and vibrant kiss.  He grinned and said, "My fiancee is
nationally famous.  Darling, you look exquisite!"

She felt much better with Ken standing behind her with his arms
around her, holding her tight.  They saw the film of the catch in
slow motion with Costas, supported by experts, saying that Ken's
defense was perfect -- it just wasn't perfect enough.  Then they
saw the ultra-slow-motion replay of her looking the ball into her
hands and the subsequent touchdown.

Following was some footage Costas had not shown her.  There was
slow-motion tape of her punt and her extra point.  A kicking
coach used the ultra-slow speed to point out the muscle
development in her legs and the perfect timing and form of her
kicking.  He even noted that her eyes were on the ball at all
times.  Finally, they ran it in real time against other tape of
professional kickers showing that she got the ball away even
faster than they did.  She wriggled happily in Ken's arms when he
kissed her ear and squeezed her tight.

Costas then played a piece from their interview when he had asked
her why she played.  Not only did Cathy look beautiful, but she
was beaming with happiness as she told about her love for Ken
Bradley and how she was playing to show him she understood what
he was doing and the risks he was running.

The tape ended and Costas was live on-camera.  He said, "That was
perhaps the most enjoyable interview it has ever been my good
fortune to do.  Ladies and gentlemen, I can't tell you how much I
respect Catherine Collins.  I hope you could see what a true lady
she is.  Moreover, she's a lady who is desperately in love with
her man.  I guess I have to say that it makes Ken Bradley one of
the luckiest men on the face of the earth.

"I said one of the luckiest.  Also in the running for the honor
are Mike Cassidy, Kevin Cavanaugh and Ron Jackson.  Let's take a
look at Mike."  He showed films of Mike early in the season. 
When under any kind of defensive pressure, he had nervous feet --
that is, he danced around in a way that made it very hard to
throw with any accuracy.  A coach pointed out other technical
problems in his passing motion, including the hitch that was in
it.  Then Costas showed tape from the day before focused on Susan
Bradford.  This time the same coach stressed how she always
looked straight down the field but was aware of what was
happening on the entire field.  In a series of slow-motion
pictures he analyzed Susan's motion -- it was straight from a
textbook.  Then he said, "Thankfully, Miss Bradford was not
wearing equipment.  With the rain causing her shirt to stick to
her, you can see her muscles at work.  She develops incredible
power but with great smoothness of motion."

Then they went to film from the Super Bowl.  In a series of
supers, it was easy to see how Mike's passing motion was now so
much like Susan's and so much better than his own of just a few
months earlier.  Costas pointed out that not only was Susan
Mike's fiancee, she was also his agent.  He ended by saying, "I
guess some agents will do almost anything to increase the money
they get their percentage from."  The Bears standing around the
set howled with laughter.  Then Costas asked rhetorically, "I
wonder if she gets a percentage of the Corvette he's receiving as
the Super Bowl MVP?"

Before anyone could say anything, Cathy heard Susan exclaim,
"Percentage, hell!  I'm getting the whole damned car!"

There was similar film of Kelly's receiving and pass defense,
then Kevin's and Ron's.  Then there was a mini-feature on April,
including her work at the bank, and her work as a players agent.
Finally it showed her racing down the field in world-class time.
Costas closed off the portion of the show by saying, "There you
have it, folks.  What do you think?  Who deserves the Bowl?  The
Chicago Bears or those four girls?  Aren't they something?  And
aren't those guys lucky!"

The show went back to a recap of the game and the people lost
interest.  Mike Ditka had seen Cathy come in and pushed his way
to her.  He took her in his arms and gave her a big kiss, then
said, "Cathy, thank you!  Mr. McCaskey is getting a copy of that
entire tape.  He wants to show your segment to all the wives and
girlfriends of our players.  All I can say is, what did Ken
Bradley do to get so lucky?  He's indeed a very fortunate young
man to win you."

Cathy kissed Ditka and then retreated to Ken's arms.  He just
held her close and listened to the wonderful sounds she made
while he held her tight.

To be continued...

* * *

Comments and constructive criticism are sincerely welcome.  Let
me hear from you.  morg105829@aol.com

*Cynthia Martin* Copyright (c) 1991, 2001 by Morgan. 
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