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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 Part 6 of 8*

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

The first five parts of this book show a total of six parts. 
You'll notice that it's now up to eight.  The reason is -- as you
will see in this part -- the book takes a turn and really becomes
the start of a different book altogether.  I was going to
truncate it and pick up the balance in a subsequent book. 
However, it turned out not to be possible.  As noted below, this
is part of the Ali Clifford saga.  What this means is that
characters recur in other books and reference is made to events
in them as well.  Anyway, it's longer than I intended, and it
does stop rather abruptly.  Sorry about that.

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 44*

After a little discussion, Cathy and Ken decided to leave the
Bears' party and have dinner alone.  It turned out that they were
both now famous in New Orleans and Antoine's management was happy
to oblige them with a table in spite of the Super Bowl crowd. 
They were quietly enjoying a pre-dinner drink when Cindy and Dan
appeared and asked to join them.  Cindy made a remark to Ken with
a wink about the uppity slaves she had to put up with these days.
 After they ordered drinks Cindy just looked at Cathy and sadly
shook her head saying, "Now what are we going to do with you,
Slave Cathy?"

"Me?" Cathy replied in a little-girl voice, "What did I do now,
Mistress?"

Ignoring Cathy's reply Cindy addressed her response to Dan and
said, "Do you suppose I could borrow Jan's strong right arm?  She
trained me right!  She started me with over twenty lashes before
I had been there for ten minutes, and I guess we got up to about
fifty or so within the first thirty-six hours.  Darling, that
must be the way to get along with slaves.  What do you think?"

"I think we should leave it up to Ken," Dan replied.  "Ken, Cindy
is talking about teaching a slave about good order and
discipline.  Imagine how you would feel if one day you turn on
the television set and you see your own slave, bold as brass,
being interviewed.  And she didn't even ask permission.  Ken,
unless you want her to run your life, you need to establish the
need for obedience very quickly.

"There are other advantages, though.  For example, wouldn't you
like to have a non-slip surface on Slave Cathy's buttocks?  I
suspect she's going to be exactly like Cindy.  When you make love
with these girls they just can't seem to take it.  They
completely come apart.  You should see Cindy!  Her hair is
soaking wet, her head flops from side to side and her pelvis is
moving totally out of control.  Her own words are that she ends
up looking like a rag doll that's been left outside in the
pouring rain.  We could take care of the surface of her ass, if
you want, so you could have something to get a better grip on."

Ken just leaned over and melted his lips against Cathy's.  They
held the kiss and Cathy's eyes flashed with laughter as she heard
Cindy drumming her fingertips on the table.  Finally, she eased
away, took a deep breath, looked at Cindy with her eyes dancing
and said, "Does my dear mistress desire something?  Or is age
beginning to catch up with her?  My mistress seems to be starting
to twitch or something."

Cindy dropped her pose.  Reaching across the table, she took
Cathy's hands in hers and said, "Darling, you were absolutely
terrific!  I just saw your TV interview with Bob Costas.  He
claimed it was the best he has ever done in his entire
professional career.  Honey, he means it.  Incidentally, I talked
to Dad after the game."

She grinned and shook her head, murmuring, "Parents!"  Then she
said, "Now he can't even get out of Mary's bed long enough to
come down here!  Can you believe it?  They've been married for
months and they're _still_ imitating bunnies!  Anyway, he said
that because he was home, he received at least ten calls from the
top customers of the bank telling him how lucky he is to have
such marvelous people."  Now Cindy shook her head sadly and said,
"I'm afraid I can't whip you, even if it _is_ for you own good! 
Dad would kill me!"

They continued to talk about the game and the TV show while they
waited for the waiter to bring their first course.  Just then the
headwaiter showed a man to their table.  Because he was
approaching from behind, Ken couldn't see him.  Cathy, sitting
across from Ken, looked up and saw him.  She realized immediately
that he looked like a very distinguished, older version of Ken. 
He winked at her and then smiled broadly.

Jumping to her feet, she ran around the table and said, "Father
Bradley?"  His smile turned into a grin and he held out his arms.
 Cathy hugged him and gave him a very warm kiss that ended
suddenly when she gasped in pain.  Ed Bradley had inadvertently
squeezed her cracked rib.

He was shocked to see her face whiten with pain as she put a hand
down on the tabletop for support.  Grave concern was showing on
his face as he helped her back to her seat.  When she sat down,
she held onto the table edge with both hands and then took
several shallow breaths to keep from further irritating the rib.
Edgar noticed that tears of pain had appeared in her eyes and
were flowing down her face in spite of her attempt to smile.

Meanwhile, Ken had jumped from his seat with an expression of
utter shock on his face.  Finally he gasped, "Dad!  What are you
doing down here?"

The senior Bradley just shook his head and said, "It appears that
I'm killing my future daughter-in-law!  That's hardly what I had
in mind, though."  He looked at Cathy and saw she was now able to
smile and did.

She took a couple of deeper breaths and then said woefully,
"Father Bradley, I'm very sorry.  I... I guess I forgot."

"Forgot what, daughter?" he asked kindly.

"I cracked a rib yesterday," she replied.  "The pain had receded
to an ache like a bad toothache so I had just tuned it out.  I
forgot it's still pretty sensitive if its touched, though."

"Cracked a rib?  When?  How?" he exclaimed.

"I kicked her in the game we played yesterday," Ken replied. 
"You may have even seen it on television."

Edgar Bradley nodded quickly and asked, "Was that the play in the
second half where she threw a block on your ankles, putting you
on your face and springing her friend for the long touchdown
run?"  Ken said it was.  "Do you mean to tell me that she played
the rest of the game _with a cracked rib?_  She didn't even call
a timeout.  How could she possibly play?"

"Dad," Ken replied, "It's Cathy.  She will not be a quitter...
under any circumstances.  If she can still stand up, she'll keep
going.  You heard her a moment ago: The pain receded to an ache
like a toothache?  Who in hell can do anything effectively with a
toothache.  I'll be honest: I forgot it had happened.  She moves
so naturally and never lets on.  The fact is that she has been in
constant pain.  She never even saw a doctor for it.

"Our coach, Mike Ditka, asked her about it after the game.  He's
had a cracked rib, too, and just can't understand it.  All I can
say is the Cathy must have a remarkably high pain tolerance."

Then the senior Bradley went to his knees next to Cathy.  This
time he made no move to hold her but rather just leaned towards
her and kissed her softly full on the lips.

When he pulled away, Cathy was beaming with pleasure.  "Father
Bradley, you have made my day!  When I looked up and saw you
standing behind Ken, I was looking at Ken thirty years from now.
You look so very handsome and distinguished!"  Edgar Bradley was
a very trim six feet two with sandy hair now showing some gray at
the temples.

"That's what I think, too, darling," Vangie Collins said from
behind her daughter's back.  "That's one reason why I'm marrying
him."

Hearing the voice, Cathy jumped to her feet and spun around with
her eyes wide. _"Mother!"_ she exclaimed.  "What are you doing
here?"

Vangie took her daughter in her arms and just held her tightly. 
She was careful to hold her by the shoulders having just cringed
seeing the terrible pain Cathy must have suffered.  Then she
eased away and just looked at her.  As she did, she slowly shook
her head and said, "Cathy Collins, you look good enough to eat! 
I have never seen you look so good.  Of course..."  She stopped
and then began to look sorrowful.

"What's wrong, Mother?" Cathy asked sensing her mother'sconcern.

"Darling, you're so tanned.  Of course you look like a golden
goddess but pale is in this year.  Then your makeup..."

Cathy instantly realized that this was something new.  Her mother
actually seemed to be teasing her!  Now looking at her mother
skeptically, she said, "Make-up?"

"Yes, dear.  Bright eye shadow is in.  Black eyebrows.  Rouge
spots on both cheeks...  And your figure: My God!  You're
allowing your breasts to show.  Flat is in, too."  She held her
forefinger under her mouth looking thoughtful and then just shook
her head and said, "Well, maybe a good dress designer could do
something.  We could always bind your breasts, I guess, but
darling, yours appear to be very firm."  While she was teasing
Cathy she was studying her closely.  Changing tacks, she said,
"Catherine, you're wearing no makeup at all, are you?"

"I am, too, Mother.  I really am!"  Removing one of the
bobby-pins from her hair she held it out and said, "See!  Here's
half of it."

Vangie just shook her head, looked at Ed and asked, "Ed, could we
get a couple of chairs and a drink?  I need to sit down to
recover from this shock."  He motioned to the waiter while Vangie
studied her daughter again.  Finally she said, "Let's see. 
Where's the other one?" Cathy nodded and pulled out the other
bobby pin and showed her mother.  Vangie said, "Oh, well, here's
where millions more women begin to hate you, Catherine Collins. 
And it serves you right!"  Smiling wryly, she continued, "I'll
bet that putting on makeup for you consists of brushing your
teeth and washing your face   with soap and water, yet!"

"That's not true, Mother," Cathy protested.  "I take a shower,
too."  Suddenly Cathy's jaw dropped as she realized what must
have happened.  The primary reason for her rift with her mother
was over her mother's insistence that she meet a certain boy. 
Although Ken hadn't said much, she thought the same thing might
be true with him, too.  The six were now all seated around the
table and Cathy exclaimed, "Do you mean that Ken is..."

"...the guy you've been avoiding for years?  Of course!  The man
who caused you to walk out and not speak to me for nearly two
years?  That, too," Vangie replied softly.

Suddenly, Cathy broke down in tears and went to her mother's
arms.  Vangie just held her and could feel her own tears rolling
down her face.  Then Cathy looked at her with her love shining
from her eyes and said, "Mom, I was a twenty-four-carat bitch! 
I'm so sorry!  God, have I missed you!  I didn't realize how much
until just now."

Vangie shook her head and said, "No, darling, it wasn't you.  It
was me.  You were right and I was wrong.  All I could talk about
was how advantageous a marriage to this young man would be... in
economic terms.  I never talked about Ken because I really didn't
know anything about him.  All I knew was his father's net worth,
for God's sake!"  She looked at Ken carefully and nodded.  She
asked diffidently, "Cathy, do you... do you want... children?"

"Oh, God, Mom!  If it works out the way I hope, I'll be in
maternity clothes exclusively for the next ten years, anyway!" 
Suddenly, her face showed concern and she asked, "Does that
bother you?"

Her mother quickly shook her head and said, "Darling, a few years
ago...   Shit!  Just a couple of months ago, it would have.  I
would have said any or all of the following: You're much too
young to be a mother, and/or, it will ruin your girlish figure,
and/or, it will hurt your career, and/or 'Dahling, it just isn't
done in this day and age,' and/or, 'Are you aware of the
population explosion?'  Pick one or more.

"Now, darling Cathy, nothing could make me happier.  Children of
your marriage to Kenneth Bradley will be very special people!" 
Tears came to her eyes as she added, "God, I can hardly wait! 
Imagine, being a grandmother and being able to spoil them all
rotten!"  She smiled warmly at Cathy and continued: "I've learned
a lot about you and Ken Bradley in just the last few hours."

Then she told how they had seen the TV interview and how Ed had
chartered a plane to bring them to New Orleans.  It was only then
that she learned Ken was a professional football player, as well
as learning of his academic background from an announcer's
comment.  She rose and went to Ken.  He rose to his feet not
knowing quite what to expect.  Vangie took him in her arms and
kissed him softly.  Ken's eye's widened at the very warm kiss she
gave him, but he recovered and kissed her thoroughly.  When he
released her, her head was spinning.  She murmured, "Wow!"  Then
she looked at Ed and said, "Darling, why didn't you tell me what
a gorgeous man your son was?  Hell, _I_ would have married him!"

Ed Bradley just shook his head sadly and said, "I didn't tell
you, Vangie, because I didn't know it myself.  Do you realize
what a remarkable job these two young people have done with their
lives... _in spite of us?"_

Meanwhile, Ken was still standing.  Now he said, "Mother, I think
it's about time I introduced you to our dear friends, Cynthia
Martin and Daniel Burke.  Dan is executive vice president of
Chicago Trust Company while Cindy is a senior vice president and
is also Cathy's boss... and, I guess, her owner.  Cindy, as you
undoubtedly gathered, this is my father, Edgar Bradley, and
Cathy's mother, Mrs. Collins."

Ed shook hands with Dan as did the woman who said, "The name is
Vangie as you may have heard from Ed.  It's short for Evangeline.
 Cindy Martin, I'm delighted to meet you."  She looked puzzled
and said, "I could have sworn I heard Ken say something about you
being Cathy's owner.  What does that mean?"

Before anyone else could speak, Cathy said brightly, "It's very
simple, Mother.  I'm Cynthia Martin's house slave.  I cook,
clean, serve and perform other functions around the house."

"You're her _what?"_ Vangie exclaimed.  "Did I hear you say,
'slave'?  I thought that was the word I heard before but I was
sure it must have been something else."

"You heard right, Mother," Cathy replied with a grin.  "It's been
very good for me and Cindy is a very thoughtful mistress.  She
hasn't even whipped me at all, yet.  On the other hand, now I'm a
good cook, a good housekeeper, and I think I now know a great
deal about making a man happy."  Her face turned serious as she
added, "Because we want a large family I won't be able to work. 
If I expect Ken to support me, I need to bring something to the
party.  My job, as I see it, is to try to make his life as
comfortable as possible."

Vangie just shook her head, not fully comprehending what her
daughter had just said.  Then looking back at Cindy, there was a
sudden look of recognition on her face as she said, "The
announcer mentioned you, I think.  Something about twins?"

Again Cathy answered.  "Mom, Cindy is one of the two best-known
and best-loved women in Chicago," she said.  "With our deputy
head, April Jefferson, they are the 'twins who aren't.'  If
there's anyone around who knows who originated the term I haven't
met them yet, but it's a term that's been around for months. 
When you see the two of them together, you'll see it's an obvious
name for them.  You see, Cindy and April are the same height and
have virtually identical figures.  Of course, April is a black
girl, but, in fact, she has the most delicious-looking
mocha-brown skin I have ever seen.  She also has the bearing,
poise and manners of a queen.  Anyway, the two of them have been
lending money to a great many small-business people in Chicago. 
The word on the street is that if you're working hard, striving
to get ahead, but need money to grow and prosper   _regardless of
who you are or where you came from_   the twins will find you and
help you."

Tears had begun to stream from her eyes as she continued, "It's
true, too.  One of the first loans April ever made was to three
black ex-convicts running an auto repair establishment.  Believe
it or not, the bank is running their pension plan for them now. 
Incidentally, she was originally hired by the bank as a
receptionist.  I've been told that she made the loan after only
two days of Cindy's coaching.  Moving her into lending was Janice
Stewart's idea, but Cindy was the person who made it work.

"We also have a Korean grocer.  Now he's looking for an education
loan to help with college for his daughter.  The girl is as smart
as a whip.  She met April, who, like her, is a product of the
Chicago schools.  Now she's made up her mind to go on to college
and then get a job in our bank... in Cindy's lending unit.  She
claims April Jefferson is her inspiration.  Then we have a French
restaurant operator -- they've paid off their five-year term loan
in five months, by the way -- a Polish machinist, a black
furniture dealer..."

She smiled through her tears and pointed to her slave collar and
said, "I'm a member of an ultra-select group, now.  I'm one of
Cindy's Slaves.  We get these gold collars to wear. 
Incidentally, Mom, it's eighteen-carat gold and must weigh over
half a pound.  To show you how and why it's so special, the first
time I met Ken we were walking home and were stopped by two
holdup men wearing ski masks.  When one of them saw my collar,
that was the end of the holdup."  Looking up she asked Ken,
"Darling, do you remember?"

"I sure do," he replied.  "The guy apologized and said it was all
a terrible mistake.  Cathy and I are nearly certain that they
escorted us the rest of the way home.  No one in his right mind
touches one of Cindy's girls!  Not unless they're tired of
living, of course.  Cathy herself made her first loan to an
Irishman, J.J. Murphy.  She's a member of his family now.  I
think J.J. thinks she's his daughter or something.  All I know is
he couldn't take better care of her if she were."

He looked at his father and his voice dropped.  "Dad," he said,
"I'm talking with Dan and Cindy about joining the bank in that
program.  It's the only financial program I have ever seen that's
really having a positive impact in the community.  By the way,
there's something else you should know.  To cover the program
against the bank examiners, the _owners of the bank_ have covered
the entire portfolio of loans with personal takeout guarantees. 
What it means is that if a loan is classified, the owners will
buy it from the bank at its face amount and then pay the bank a
fee to continue to service it.  Have you ever heard of such a
deal?"

Ed Bradley shrugged and said, "Ken, guarantees are fine but what
are they worth if push comes to shove and they have to actually
make good?  Where's the money going to come from to cover a
default?  I'll admit it does _sound_ good, though."

"In this case, Dad, the guarantees are worth a great deal," Ken
replied.  "You didn't ask but the owners of the bank have a
combined personal net worth of about $10 _billion!_  That's with
a B!"  Now he grinned and said, "You know your way around the
_Forbes_ list pretty well.  You've heard of Bill Clifford?  Dave
Chapman?  The Cartwright brothers?  They're the owners.  But
there's more: April's mother is the richest woman in Chicago. 
She wants a piece of the action at the bank but they won't cut
her in.  On the other hand, she sort of got even by putting up
$250 million for about half the public equity in the renovation
of a steel mill.  Bill Cartwright personally put up the rest.

"Have you heard of Bill Cartwright?  I think you should know
about some of the people that Cynthia Martin has attracted to her
unit.  Bill received the Medal of Honor a few months ago.  He had
been tortured by the Vietnamese for _fourteen years!_  They
couldn't break him in spite of the most brutal, sustained
torturing imaginable.  His wife, Kathy, is Eurasian.  She met him
and helped him in prison when she was _ten years old!_  They're
married now, and Kathy is a vice president in her unit.  She has
analytical and language skills that are truly unbelievable."

Tears had appeared at the corners of his eyes as he said, "Dad,
when people like that are attracted to a person, it says one hell
of a lot about the person.  They could spot a phony fifty miles
away!

"Then there's Kelly McBride, another vice president and Cathy's
boss.  Kelly put the steel-mill deal together using her knowledge
of steelmaking, would you believe?  Kelly is a Phi Beta Kappa
graduate of Notre Dame who majored in philosophy and English.  Of
course she's marrying Kevin Cavanaugh who is the starting tight
end on the Bears and my best friend on the team.  Kevin is an
almost-Ph.D.  metallurgist and one of the world's foremost
authorities on electric steel-making."  Ken grinned and added,
"Kelly claims to be marrying him to keep her eye on him.  He's
the one indispensable member of the new steel plant's management
team.  Of course, Cindy claimed that Kelly _was_ taking customer
service a little farther than was absolutely necessary."

He sat back and said, "Dad, that's the Special Lending Division.
It was only started after the 4th of July last year with just
Cindy alone.  Now there are over sixty people in the division
with a loan portfolio, not counting the steel mill, of over $75
million.  It doesn't sound like much until you remember that
almost all the loans are for only a few thousand dollars each. 
It takes a lot of loans of that size to reach $75 million!"

He held his head up and said, "These people are doing something
wonderful and I want to be a part of it."  As if remembering
something, he added quickly, "By the way, this is not a charity
operation!  The Division produced about 90 percent of the bank's
profit for last year.  They are really doing well by doing good.
What do you think?"

Edgar Bradley was shaking his head.  Finally he said, "Do you
mean to say that William H. Clifford has something to do with
this?  My God!  That man is unbelievable.  Everything he touches
turns to money.  And he's personally involved?"

Cindy grinned and said, "That's mostly right.  However, Bill says
it's his wife, Ali, who makes all the money for them.  They're
Dan's adoptive parents, by the way.  And I guess I own a piece of
the bank, now, too."

Now Bradley's jaw did drop.  He looked at Dan and said, "You mean
to say you're related to... to William Clifford?  William H.
Clifford?"

"He prefers me to call him Dad, but yes."  He looked at Cindy and
said, "Honey, you'll have to help me with the relationships. 
Let's see: Dad's daughter -- my sister, Jennifer -- is married to
Steve Chapman who is Dave and Judy Chapman's only child.  The
senior Chapmans along with Steve and Jennifer each own a piece of
the bank.  Another piece is owned by Janice and Peter Stewart. 
Jan is another sister and Cindy's owner until she gave her her
freedom a month ago.  Cindy was her personal slave, believe it or
not, in the same way that Cathy insists she's now Cindy's.  We'll
be living next door to Jan and Pete when we get our new house
finished.  Then Bill and Chip Cartwright are both married to my
sisters: Bill to Kathy and Chip to Connie.  I guess Mom and Dad
like to keep it in the family."

He looked at Cindy and asked, "Did I get it mostly right?"  She
just vigorously nodded her head and kissed him.  Then he looked
at Cathy and Ken and said, "Do we still have to pay for your
wedding?  After all, Cindy and I are the poor ones.  Hell, just
about six months ago I walked all the way out to the Stewarts
because I didn't have enough money for flowers for Cindy and cab
fare, too."

Suddenly recognition dawned on Ken and Cathy at the same time. 
Each pointed to the other and they said in unison, "You're rich!"
 Then while the two young people looked dumbfounded at each
other, everyone else around the table began to laugh.  Finally,
Vangie said, "Dan, since they are both only children, I guess the
truth is they're both stinking rich!"  She grinned at the two and
said, "I think it's pretty funny."  Then she turned to Cathy and
said, "Darling, when will you be coming back to New York so we
can plan your wedding?"

Cathy slowly shook her head and said, "Mom, I'm not coming back.
We're getting married at a small ceremony in Chicago on
Saturday."  She looked up with tears slowly rolling down her
cheek and said, "Mom, we hope you and Dad can both come.  Can
you?"

Vangie looked at her daughter for a long moment.  Then she
visibly brightened and said, "Darling, that's the only truly
stupid thing I have ever heard you say in your entire life! 
Where in hell do you think we would be?"

"But Mom," she protested, "I know how socially active you are and
how filled your calendar always is.  I was hoping you could find
the time to come out, though."

Now tears started to flow down Vangie's cheeks but she held her
head up straight.  She said softly, "Cathy, I'm sorry.  That was
a very painful reminder of what a bitch I've been to you!  God, I
don't deserve a daughter as fine as you are, and Heaven knows I
tried my damnedest to ruin you."

Now her tears were flowing and she was sobbing.  Ed Bradley tried
to take her in his arms but she shook him off.  Looking at him
she said, "Ed, you should know this about me.  You should know
the selfish, money-grubbing bitch you asked to marry you.  I
don't know how many events that were important to my daughter --
my only child, mind you -- that I was too busy to attend."  Ed
reached in his pocket and passed her his handkerchief.  Now her
mascara had run and her face was a mess, but her true beauty
showed through, anyway.

Then Ed said, "Vangie, maybe we deserve each other.  I never
asked my son what he wanted to do or what he liked.  I thought
that marrying your daughter would be very advantageous to the
family in business terms.  I never asked about your daughter nor
did you ever ask about my son.  I learned more about both of them
today _on television,_ for Christ's sake, than I knew myself. 
Would you believe I didn't know my own son was elected to Phi
Beta Kappa?"

He shook his head and said, "You apologize _to me?_  Vangie, let
me tell you how bad _I_ was.  My secretary pays my bills and
mails out all the checks.  Would you believe I didn't even know
Ken _went_ to the Harvard Business School until my accountant
asked me what the check to Harvard was for?  And even then I
didn't know until my secretary told me!  Performance?  I didn't
know he was a Baker Scholar until Bob Costas said so today _on
television!_  How's that for being closely involved with your
children?

"I guess we deserve each other," he said with a wry smile.  Then
he asked, "Vangie, did you know your daughter was a member of Phi
Beta Kappa?  Did you have any clue how smart she was?"

She looked at him with an expression of amazement coupled with
subtle amusement on her face and said, "Know it?  Of course not!
I'm quite sure it didn't make the society pages of the _Times,_
though, and that's the only way I might have known."

She looked at Cathy and just shook her head, saying, "Do you
know, I'm not even sure I took the trouble even to read all your
letters?"  Again her tears were flowing and she said, "Darling,
are you sure you want me even to come to your wedding?  It's
obvious that it must be in Chicago.  That's where your friends
are -- _all_ your friends -- isn't it?  Those no-minds in New
York?  Thinking about it, either collectively or individually,
they aren't worth the powder to blow them to hell!"

The discussion became more general and the six people finally
even got around to eating dinner.  It was clear to Cathy that her
mother had changed -- dramatically.  She still didn't have a clue
what had caused the change, but for the first time she found she
really liked her.  Vangie Collins was very intelligent, very
well-informed and had a caustic wit, particularly when she
directed it at herself.  Finally, as the evening wore on she
could feel herself close to physical collapse as the events of
the previous thirty-six hours -- beginning with their football
game and ending with her reunion with her mother -- began to
catch up with her.

She asked her mother where she and Ed were staying.  Vangie
looked at Ed and Ed looked embarrassed.  He said, "Oops!  I knew
I forgot something!  Vangie, it isn't really too cold.  How about
if we find a nice cozy bench over in Jackson Park?"

Ken laughed and shook his head, noticing the same thing about his
father that Cathy had been seeing in her mother.  He was now far
more relaxed than Ken had ever seen him.  Ken knew that if the
hotel situation had arisen just a few months earlier his father
would have raised forty kinds of hell to get a hotel room.  Like
Cathy with her mother, he had no idea what caused the change in
his father, either.  He told him that his team roommate at the
hotel had already gone home so he had an extra bed that he could
use.

Cathy said she had a king-size bed to herself and could make room
for her mother, "...provided you don't snore," she added.

Vangie just snorted and grinned.  Cathy noticed an all-time first
for her mother: She hadn't repaired her makeup after she had been
crying; rather, she had just wiped off most of the rest of it. 
The fact that she hadn't used a mirror and left streaks on her
face didn't seem to bother her a bit.  Cathy thought her mother
looked more lovely with the remains of the smeared makeup on her
face than she had ever seen her in her life.*Chapter 45*

Returning to the Royal Orleans, they went right up to the suite
and Cathy showed her mother the room they would be sharing while
Cindy and Dan quickly disappeared into their own room.  Her
mother looked askance at Cathy as they did and she just laughed.
"Mom," she said, "Those two can't live without each other's love.
 They need to make love the same way they need to breathe."  Then
Cathy disappeared into the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her
teeth and reappeared a few minutes later nude.

Seeing the interest on her mother's face, Cathy just stood still
with her shoulders back.  There were just beautiful curves
flowing from her slender waist to her slim hips to her lovely
thighs and calves.  She asked softly, "Do you want to look
carefully, Mother?  I don't think you've seen me naked since I
was about eight years old."  To Cathy's surprise, her mother
began to cry.  "What's wrong, Mom?" she asked.  "What did I do
this time?"

Vangie just shook her head but wrapped herself into a ball on the
bed and tried to muffle her sobs in the pillow.  Cathy sat down
beside her on the edge of the bed and just gently stroked her
hair.  There was nothing else she could think of to do.  Finally,
Vangie looked up and tried to smile.  "I'm sorry, darling," she
said.  "It's most certainly not you.  It's me!  Cath, your
comment cut me like a knife..."

"Oh, Mother!" Cathy exclaimed, "Nothing could have been further
from my thoughts.  I... I didn't realize how much I've missed
you.  I certainly didn't want to hurt you.  I'll try not to..."

"You'll try _nothing,_ young lady!  If you had let me finish, I
was about to say that it hurt because it was so damned true!" 
Now Vangie did smile and said, "Cath, if you don't mind too much,
would you please stand up again so I can get a good look at you?
I broke down before I could catch more than a glimpse."

Cathy stood up and looked at her mother with a quizzical look on
her face.  Vangie got off the bed and studied her daughter
carefully.  To Cathy's surprise, her mother even cradled one of
her breasts and squeezed it gently, then teased its nipple into a
full erection.

Vangie was utterly amazed at what she saw.  Cathy's carriage was
like a queen's.  She held her head up, her back straight, and the
nipples of her proud young breasts pointed upward.  Her skin was
like golden satin.  What she was seeing confirmed what she had
glimpsed in the television pictures: Cathy's body was perfect! 
She just shook her head and asked, "Cathy, how did you do it?  As
self-centered as I was, I think even I would have noticed it if
you were as beautiful a few years ago as you are now."

Cathy smiled warmly and said, "Mom, it's two things.  First, it's
the girls at work.  We work out all the time to try to get in
shape and stay there.  Of course, we use the senior officers of
the Division -- Cindy, April, Kathy, and Kelly -- as the models
we try to emulate.  They are utter perfection!"  She grinned and
asked, "Can you imagine?  The top brass includes two whites, a
black and an Oriental.  And they are the nicest, most beautiful
people I've ever met -- anywhere!  The second is Cindy.  I'm her
slave and have been since New Year's.  She has _really_ been
working me!  Now I'm up to her weight and performance levels and
am going to stay there.  Do you like my body, Mother?"

"Darling," she replied softly, "you're outrageously lovely. 
Incidentally, what do you do about your tan?  You have an
all-over golden color that's beautiful.  Obviously it's the sun."
 Then she grinned and added, shaking her head, "You have to be
the only girl on the face of the earth whose pubic hair has sun
streaks in it!"  Changing the subject she asked, "Could I borrow
a pair of pajamas or a nightie or something for tonight?  I don't
have anything -- absolutely nothing at all -- and it's far too
late to buy anything now."

"Mother," Cathy replied, reddening slightly, "I haven't worn
anything to bed since the week I joined the bank.  That was
November 1.  Frankly, I completely forgot that people use
sleepwear.  I'm sleeping this way.  Do you mind sleeping with me
when I'm like this?  You can wear your bra and panties to bed, if
you want to."  Then she added, "There's a toothbrush, toothpaste,
a comb and a brush in the bathroom for you, though.  Will that
help?"

Vangie shook her head and went into the bathroom.  She came out a
few minutes later and stood where Cathy had been standing.  Cathy
was now in bed under the covers.  Her mother said, "Pretty bad,
isn't it?"  Standing there, she again began to cry.

Cathy slid out of the bed and then took her mother in her arms. 
"What's wrong now?" she asked.  "Why the tears?"

"Because I'm such a mess!" she cried.  "Just look at me and then
look at yourself.  Cathy, my figure?  I'm fat, I have a pot, my
ass is too large and flabby, and my thighs look like a...  I
don't know what, but it's awful!  My skin has all the color and
attraction of a dead fish!  My hair..."  With a sardonic laugh
she said, "In the bathroom I looked at it and realized I don't
even know what its natural color is!  Would you believe that? 
It's true.  Cath, I was looking at my pubic hair and then at the
hair on my head.  Usually the pubic hair is a darker shade of the
same color.  But look at me."

Unlike Cathy, Vangie had a large patch of pubic hair, much of
which was gray.  She continued, "I don't know what color the hair
on my head is but I don't think it's graying... yet!  Now look at
you," she continued.  "I always thought that brown hair was
yucky.  Tonight I looked at yours very carefully.  Darling, it's
utterly exquisite!  I've never seen such life, body and vibrant
color!  You're so beautiful, my darling.  By the way, how are you
in bed with Ken?  Is he good?"

"Mother," she answered hesitantly, "I don't know.  We... I...
Mother," she blurted, "I'm still a virgin!"  With that Cathy
blushed beet-red with embarrassment.

This time her mother's jaw really dropped.  She said, "But Cath,
you can't be...  I mean, no girl today..."  She stopped and said
softly, "Honey, I give up.  I'm hopelessly lost.  Would you like
to tell me about it?"

"I would love to, Mom," she replied with a loving smile.  "But
could we get in bed now?  I'm cold, and... and..."

"And what?" Vangie asked softly.

"Could you hold me, Mom?  In the dark?  That way you won't see it
when I blush with embarrassment."

The two women slid under the covers and turned out the lights. 
Vangie didn't know what to do, but she took her daughter in her
arms.  She was pleased and surprised to feel Cathy snuggle as
close to her as she could and hold her in her arms.  Vangie felt
the wonderful sensation of her soft breasts being crushed by her
daughter's firm ones, and could even feel their pubic hair
intertwined.  Cathy's body smelled so sweet and fresh.

Then she said, "Mom, I guess this is what I have always missed. 
I guess it's one reason I was drawn to Chicago Trust.  You see, I
went there in the first place because the word around was that it
was one of only a handful of places that would hire an English
major.  Then I had an interview with Kelly and it was all over!

"Mom, it's like a huge, very funny family.  They love each other,
and they all _worship_ Cindy.  Anyway, Kelly is like an older
sister to me.  And beautiful?  You talk about my hair?  You
should see hers!  It's autumn russet with fiery red highlights. 
Her eyes are the emerald green of Ireland.  And her body?  She's
five feet ten -- a very big girl -- but with a body any man would
kill for.

"But Mom, in spite of that -- or maybe because of it -- I can ask
her anything at all.  Usually, I get teased but I always get an
answer, too.  I guess I've become a hopeless tease, also.  One
thing I love about Ken is he instantly knows when I'm teasing him
-- which is most of the time -- and when I'm being serious.  He's
even more perceptive than that, though.  He always answers the
real question I want answered but am usually too embarrassed even
to ask."

"Honey," her mother asked softly, "tell me about still being a
virgin.  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  I
thought your generation's girls all lost their virginity at the
age of ten or something.  Isn't this the age of promiscuity?"

"I guess so, Mother, but I don't think it's right.  Do you want
to know something funny?  Of the four of us playing yesterday,
three are virgins.  The fourth, April, is a mother.  She has the
most exquisite little two-year-old boy who has a smile like
sunshine.  Nevertheless, she has had sex with only one man in her
life and that's the boy's father, Ron Jackson.  They're getting
married next week, too.  Can you believe it?  Four girls in their
twenties who have had sexual experience with only one man _among
all four!_

"And Mom, that's not the funniest thing.  The funniest is that
Kelly worked her way through school as a stripper and continued
working right through last summer.  But she's not only a virgin,
she had never even let a man touch her until New Year's Eve when
she let Kevin explore her upper body.  No one had ever even felt
her tit!" she exclaimed.  Then she added in a voice so soft
Vangie almost missed it, "No one had touched me at all until this
month, either."

Cathy could feel her mother's head shake and could feel tears
running down her cheek.  Carefully -- remembering Cathy's rib --
Vangie held her daughter tight and murmured, "Why, Cathy?  How
did I get so lucky?  Darling, I grew up in a much less permissive
age than you did but I blush to think of how many men and boys
knew their way around Vangie Pierce's body before your father
married me.  And after his death it was even worse.  Why, Cath? 
Is it AIDS?  VD?...  Oops, I guess its STD now, isn't it:
'Sexually transmitted diseases' are supposed to sound much better
than syphilis or clap.  Regardless of the terminology, they're
the same diseases, though.  But that's not it, is it?"

Cathy snuggled even closer and whispered, "Mom, you know about
breaking in a car?  I guess I feel the same way.  I want Ken to
break me in his way.  I want everything about me to be clean and
fresh and new for him.  For some reason, I used to think that I
was a one-man woman.  After meeting Ken, I'm certain I am."  Her
voice became a little louder as she continued, "The funny thing
is that people think of virginity as synonymous with prudery. 
Let me tell you that Kelly, Sue, and I are the most un-prudish
virgins alive.  Maybe you could see that in what we were wearing
at the game yesterday."

Then she went on to tell Vangie what happened in the shower.  Her
mother was aghast.  "Do you mean to say you let Ken masturbate
you to orgasm... _in public!_  With other people watching?"

"Sure did.  They thought it was a great idea so they made their
men do them, too.  The greatest, though, was Ken cuming all over
my body.  I just spread it around with my hands and it was great.
 What a waste, though!  Whenever we do it again, it's going in my
mouth, my cunt or my ass, not down the drain."  She grinned in
the darkness and added, "It's much too valuable to waste!"

"Your... _mouth?"_ Vangie said aghast.  "Your _ass!_  But...
But... nice girls don't...  I mean, you spread your legs, and..."
 Even though it was dark, Vangie could feel Cathy's head nodding
vigorously.  She said, "You mean that you... you would..."

"Mother, wait until you see Cindy or Jan!  It's the most
beautiful thing I've ever seen.  I was under Cindy's cunt while
Dan was taking her in the ass.  It was great for me because there
was nothing to hold back her love juices that were just pouring
from her cunt into my mouth.  Of course, they were going all over
the place, too.  My hair, my eyes...  I just spread it over my
body."

"But... But you said you're a virgin!  How could you..."

"No man's cock has ever been in my cunt, mother.  For that
matter, not in my ass, either.  I did take Dan in my mouth in a
game I was playing with Cindy."  Vangie heard a teasing note in
her daughter's voice as she continued, "She wouldn't let me
swallow more than the first spurt, though.  So I sprayed the rest
all over my body and Cindy licked it off.  It was heavenly to
feel her small tongue moving all over my body!  I would have
loved to take Ken in my mouth yesterday and almost did.  It
almost killed me, but I made up my mind to wait for the wedding.

"Mom, I'm beginning to feel pretty good about myself and my body.
 Ken really loves me!  And he's an Adonis!  His cock and balls
are the same size as those larger-than-life Greek statues at the
Met!  He's going to kill me, but I can't wait!  I hope he rips me
in half entering me.  I really do!"

Vangie was quiet in the bed just thinking about what she had just
learned.  It was clear that her daughter's behavior was in a
pattern that was totally foreign to her.  Clearly, there was no
cock teasing here -- there was just an intense personal honesty
and a tremendous love for Ken along with a desire to demonstrate
that love in any way she possibly could.

Finally, Vangie gave her daughter a squeeze and said, "That's all
very well for you, Daughter, but what about me?  What am I going
to do?"

Cathy was already half asleep but she whispered, "I have an idea,
Mom.  We'll try it out in the morning."*Chapter 46*

Evangeline Collins was not used to getting up before noon at the
earliest so she was still sound asleep when Cathy shook her at
seven o'clock.  Bleary-eyed, she looked confused for a moment and
then remembered where she was.  She rolled on her back, stretched
luxuriantly and then winked at her daughter.  "Cathy, that was
the best night I can remember spending.  You were in my arms all
night long, weren't you?"

"Did you mind, Mom?" Cathy asked.

Tears appeared at the corners of Vangie's eyes as she said, "Yes,
my darling, I did mind."  Cathy looked hurt but Vangie smiled
warmly and shook her head saying, "Daughter, let me finish!  What
I minded was that it's taken over twenty years for it to happen.
Would you believe, last night was the first time _in your entire
life_ I held you in my arms?  It was.  Honey, when you were a
little baby, I even had a wet nurse for you."

She shook her head and continued, "Her name was Colleen Callahan.
 Her husband had been killed in the Army while she was expecting
their first child.  In order to support herself and her baby
without a full-time job, she applied to be your wet nurse.  I
remember it all, now.  I made that poor young woman strip to the
waist and I handled her milk-laden breasts like she was a cow. 
She just blushed and took it.  Once in a while after I hired her
-- when I remembered -- I would call her in to inspect hertits."

Now tears were pouring from Vangie's eyes as she said, "Maybe
that was it, though.  Maybe it was her milk that made you the
incredibly wonderful person you are, Cath."  Vangie made up her
mind to call her attorney and ask him to try to locate Colleen
Callahan and give her $100,000 as a gift.  It was a very small
effort to try to make amends for her callousness years before.

Meanwhile, Cathy had made a phone call.  When the doorbell rang,
she put on one of the hotel's terry robes and ran to open it. 
The room-service waiter brought in a tray and set it on the
coffee table while Cathy signed the check.  As she had requested,
the coffee was in two thermos containers.  Turning to her mother
she said, "It's time to get to work.  Let's go."  She had
shrugged out of the robe and carried the tray into Cindy and
Dan's room.

As she expected -- but to Vangie's surprise -- Dan was making
love to Cindy.  She was on her back with her ankles loosely
hooked around his neck while he maintained a steady tempo driving
his rock-hard cock into her gaping vagina.  She had been making
happy sounds as she felt him driving into her.  Soon, they became
small screams each time he reached full penetration and
stimulated her so-sensitive clit.  Then Vangie saw something that
was unbelievable.  With her loins pounding, Cindy achieved her
orgasm, but instead of releasing his load Dan kept going.  She
realized Cindy was in continuous orgasm and could see the muscles
in the girl's loins continually spasm as they tried to draw the
milky fluid from Dan's balls.  "What's going on?" she exclaimed.

"What's it look like, Mom?  She's cuming.  The only thing is that
they can go on like this for fifteen minutes or more."

"But that's physiologically impossible!" Vangie protested.

"Oh?  Just watch!" Cathy replied.

After about fifteen minutes Vangie could see Dan's enormous
weapon begin to throb as he came inside his love.  Cindy
screamed, "Dan, I love you!" and lost consciousness while Dan
lowered his body to hers.

When he regained his breath, he rolled off her body while Cathy,
with a wink at Dan, moved between Cindy's thighs and began
lovingly to lap up the mingled juices with her tongue.  When she
felt Cindy begin to regain consciousness, she bit down very
gently on the girl's bare clit and instantly triggered another
orgasm.  This time the taste was different since it was now only
Cindy's own love juices she was licking up.

Cindy moved her thighs together trapping Cathy between them. 
Cathy looked up with a grin while Cindy tried to look sad.  She
said, "Are you stealing your master's breakfast again, Slave
Cathy?"

"Yum!  I'm afraid so, Mistress," Cathy replied with a grin.  Then
trying unsuccessfully to look repentant, she asked, "Am I to be
punished?"

Cindy just shook her head and said, "Cathy, Dan needs to save his
semen.  He's getting worn out, after all."  She had moved up in
the bed and was now in her favorite position with her head on his
shoulder.  Looking at him she said, "You _are_ over the hill,
aren't you, dear?"  Then she looked thoughtful and said, "You
know, with any kind of luck one of our first children will be a
boy.  Then in just a few years he can take your place."  She
licked her lips and said, "Just think!  A young stud of my very
own!  I just hope he inherits your physical equipment, darling."

Dan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Over the hill?"  Cindy grinned
and nodded her head rapidly.  "Are you sure?"  Again Cindy nodded
her head vigorously.

Cathy whispered to her mother, "Uh, oh!  Watch what happens now.
I can see it coming: Cindy is going to get her ass handed to
her!"

Peremptorily, Dan said, "On your knees, woman!"  Suddenly Cindy's
eyes widened in fear.  Vangie could see the look but didn't
recognize the fear nor did she know what to make of it.

Frantically, Cindy looked at Cathy and said, "Slave Cathy,
quickly!  Get the whip."  Cathy could only shake her head.  The
whip was still in Chicago.  Turning back to Dan Cindy asked
plaintively, "Please, Dan!  Please don't!"

Dan just pointed to the bed and she moved to kneel beside him. 
It was a repeat of what had happened before, but even worse. 
This time Dan would select a part of her body to work on -- her
breasts, her inner thighs, her cunt -- and would take her to her
crest but not allow her to go over.  Soon she was screaming in
anguish.  When he was working on her tits she soon reached the
point where she would scream in pain whenever he touched her
so-sensitive nipples.  Finally, she was crying for release.  She
screamed, "Dan, please stop!  I can't stand it any more.  You're
killing me!"

"Am I over the hill, Cindy?" he asked quietly.

"Oh, God, no!  Oh, Dan, you're my love -- my everything.  I'm
sorry, my darling.  Never again!  Please!"

"Are you sure?" he repeated.  By now Cindy had completely come
apart.  She could no longer even speak coherently.  Now she was
just babbling as her tears poured from her eyes in streams.  She
had never experienced such agony in her life and Dan knew it.  He
said, "You may worship my cock then, Cindy."  She jumped over
between his legs and began to lick and suck, then carefully dried
it with her hair after he had discharged into her mouth.

During all the time she was doing it, he continued to keep her
right on the edge of release without letting her achieve it. 
Then he rolled her on her back and entered her.  Almost
instantly, she came, achieving the release that had been denied
her.  Again he moved steadily in her and again held her in orgasm
while her loins throbbed, and again she passed out when he
finally came.

This time Dan moved between her thighs and carefully licked up
the flood of mingled juices himself, then pulled her up in the
bed and rested her head against his shoulder.

Turning to Cathy he said, "Slave Cathy, are you doing anything
useful this morning?"  She grinned and quickly poured him a cup
of coffee which he took in his left hand while his right
continued to caress Cindy's gorgeous breast.  "While we're
waiting, you may help yourselves as well."  Cathy grinned and
poured coffee for her mother and herself.

Cindy's eyes blinked open and she looked into Dan's.  She shook
her head sadly and asked, "Dan, what's wrong with me?  Little
children quickly learn what happens when they touch a hot stove.
Why am I such a slow learner?"

"Darling," he replied with a wink, "it must be your Irish
heritage.  We seem to be congenitally unable to learn.  Of
course, we occasionally turn it to our advantage, but not too
often."  Without even looking, Cindy just stuck out her right
hand and Cathy put a coffee cup in it.  She had a sip and just
leaned back against Dan's shoulder while he pulled her even
closer against him.  She just wriggled and made happy noises deep
inside her body.

Then she looked past the end of the bed and saw Vangie standing
there holding her coffee cup.  The woman had finally recovered
from the assault on her senses.  She had never in her life seen
or heard of anything like what had just happened on the bed. 
Turning to Cathy, Cindy asked, "Slave Cathy, who is this?"

Cathy grinned and said, "Mistress, I thought I might take
advantage of being in New Orleans, so early this morning I went
down to the slave auction.  I'm sorry, Mistress, but I must have
arrived late.  This is all that was left."

She went to her mother and ran her fingers over her body saying,
"This... This _thing_ cost me ten dollars, Mistress, but even at
that price I think I was cheated.  You can see that she slumps,
her tits are flabby, her belly protrudes, she's obviously
carrying too much weight on her hips, ass and thighs and her
color is atrocious.  Her skin is the color of the belly of a dead
fish!"  Looking at her mother she asked, "Slave, what's your
name?"

Cathy instantly found out where her gift for acting and mimicry
came from.  Her mother said, "I'm Slave Vangie, Mistress.  I'm
forty-five years old, so I'm too old for breeding purposes.  I
can't cook; I don't know anything about housekeeping, I have
never held a baby, let alone taken care of one..."  She looked
hopeful and added, "Maybe I could be developed enough to work in
the fields, though?  Would that be possible?"

Cindy looked thoughtful and then winked at Vangie.  She said, "I
have a body slave who I have finally succeeded in training.  My
sister-in-law, though..."

She scrambled to the phone and called Janice who was staying at
another hotel in town.  Fortunately, the Stewarts hadn't checked
out yet, so Jan answered the phone.  They talked quickly and then
she hung up and called room service to order breakfast for the
four of them.  Then she looked at Dan and said, "Darling, do you
suppose you could find some other little boys and go out and play
this morning?  Or whatever it is little boys do when the little
girls aren't around?"

Dan chuckled and then pulled her close, giving her a long and
loving kiss.  When he released her, Cindy's eyes were glazed with
passion.  She said, "Damn it, Burke, you cheat!  Why do you
insist on doing that to me all the time and turning me into a
glob of warm mush!"

Then he winked, got out of bed and went into the bathroom.  The
women put on the hotel bathrobes and were waiting when their
breakfast arrived.  Vangie was surprised at the amount of food
that was delivered, the fact that Cathy ate it all, and was even
more surprised to find that she did, too.

In the meantime, Dan had emerged from the bedroom fully dressed,
saying he was going to play in a golf match.  He kissed Cindy
warmly and left the suite.  Cindy muttered, "Damn that man! 
Every time he does it I turn to mush.  This has got to stop."

Turning to Vangie she said, "Isn't the National Organization for
Women always talking about the need for women to have control
over their bodies?  Why in hell can't I have control over mine? 
He just destroys me time after time after time."  Then she told
Vangie about going to a NOW meeting that broke up when she told
them how Dan regularly kept her in orgasm for fifteen minutes at
a time.  She finished by saying, "I went there to find one of
those women you hear about all the time: the type who are
'receptacles for a man's fluids.'  You know the one: lay back and
let the man have his fun, and if she's really good, she can even
read a book while he's playing between her thighs.  Where in hell
are they all?  Do you know?"

Vangie was giggling at Cindy's recital and Cathy was looking at
her mother.  Giggling, she thought, was totally out of character
for her.  But then she admitted that she no longer knew what was
in character for her mother.  As they were talking, the doorbell
rang and Cathy jumped up to welcome Janice Stewart.  Jan looked
at the nude women and quickly shed her own clothes.  Cindy yawned
and said, "Vangie, this is my pregnant sister-in-law, Janice
Stewart."

"Pregnant?" Vangie replied, "When did it happen?  Last night? 
She can't be even one month pregnant, for Heaven's sake."

"I'm about halfway there," Jan replied.  "Can't you see how I'm
bulging?"  The only physical signs were her slightly swollen
breasts and enlarging nipples.  There was only the slightest
convexity showing in her abdomen.

Vangie just shook her head and said, "Wow!  You're carrying so
beautifully.  For that matter, Mrs. Stewart, you're the most
beautiful woman I have ever seen!"

Cindy said, "Jan... former Mistress Jan... my slave, Cathy, was
down at the slave auction this morning.  She thinks that she was
taken... and I'm inclined to agree.  She paid a full ten dollars
for this... this specimen.  Slave Vangie, present yourself to
Mrs. Stewart."

Vangie didn't quite know what to do, but guessed.  She rose and
stood in front of Jan and said, "Mistress, I'm Slave Vangie.  I'm
not young -- I'm forty-five years old -- so I can't be used for
breeding purposes.  I know absolutely nothing about housekeeping.
 I can't cook, and can't even mix a drink."  Cradling her breasts
she said, "These are my breasts.  They are soft and flabby. 
Although I have only been naked for a few hours, lacking their
usual support, they hurt already."

"Slaves don't have breasts," Cathy said harshly.  "They have tits
or boobs.  Which do you have, Slave Vangie?"

"I have bags," she replied sadly.  "I'm afraid they're gone for
good.  They would have to be twice as good as they are for them
to qualify as tits."  Turning around, she put her hands on her
ass cheeks and said, "This is my ass.  If anything, it's even
worse than my bags.  My hips are loaded with lard, as are my
thighs.  My skin is smooth but has no color at all.  My hair..."
She began to cry as she continued, "...I don't even know what its
color is!  It's a mess.  My cunt is... a mess.  My bush is sloppy
-- it spreads all over my groin.  It's full of gray hair.  Even
though I don't know what my natural hair color is, but I don't
think it's gray."  Then with her tears still flowing, she smiled
crookedly and said, "Perhaps I could become a field slave,
Mistress.  Will you undertake my training?"

"Sit down, Slave," Jan said kindly.  "Let's talk about it."  She
studied Vangie Collins carefully and decided she liked what she
saw.  There was real spirit here.  Jan dropped the acting and put
out her hand and said, "Vangie, I'm Jan Stewart and I'm very
happy to meet you.  Your daughter, Cathy, has become one of my
most favorite people even though I only met her for the first
time at Christmas.

"Vangie, since she came from your loins it says something pretty
good about you.  Before we go further, though, I should tell you
that until a little over a year ago I was a prostitute in New
York.  There was nothing, no matter how disgusting or degrading,
I wouldn't do or allow to be done to me.  Have you seen Cindy's
body?  Did she tell you what I did to her?"

Vangie didn't say anything but looked puzzled.  Jan asked Cindy
to show her the scars from her beating.  She showed the marks
with pride and finished by saying, "Jan is really very good with
a whip.  Look," she said spreading her vaginal lips so the scar
running through it was visible, "Jan whipped me three times.  You
can see that the first stroke was right in the center of my slit
while the next two were exactly one inch to each side."

Jan cried and said through her sobs, "I almost killed her,
Vangie.  With blood pouring from her cunt she just got back on
her feet and awaited the next stroke from the whip.  She's the
most courageous person I have ever met."  Looking at Vangie she
said, "Are you sure you want anything to do with a sadistic
prostitute?"

Before Vangie could reply Cindy spoke up and said, "There is
another side, Vangie.  One year ago I had no right to live.  I
was the worst disgrace posing as a human being on the face of the
earth.  Trying to be as objective as I can be, looking back I
can't think of a single redeeming quality.  Not one!  I was
selfish, totally self-centered, amoral...  I was even dating a
fairy, for Christ's sake.  Would you believe it?  I can recall
telling Jan how considerate Jeffrey was because he would get
reamed in the ass before we went out so he could concentrate on
the real me!"

Now Cindy started to cry and ran to where Jan was sitting to hug
her.  She released her just enough to be able to speak and said,
"As Jan's slave I learned to cook -- before that I couldn't even
boil water -- clean house, and be useful for the first time in my
life.  I learned it was fun to deal with real people.  I also
learned what married love could be.  The love that Jan and Pete
have for each other is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in
my life.  It was because of them that I have Dan now.  Beyond
that, there are even some people who think I'm pretty nice.  I'm
not sure what I think of their judgment, but that's neither here
nor there.  All I can say is that I love Janice Stewart more than
anyone alive with the exception of Dan Burke.  I would cheerfully
give my life for her.  So don't believe everything she tells
you."

"We're going to be barred from every hotel in the United States,"
Jan said wryly.  "If we're not flooding out the place with our
love juices, we're soaking the damned carpets with our tears.  I
don't know any group of women that spill so damned much fluid
around a place as we do!"  Then she grinned and said, "Back to
you, Vangie.  Tell me about yourself."

Vangie was sitting in a side chair and pulled herself erect.  "My
name is Evangeline Pierce Collins," she said.  "Jan, I heard what
you said.  You paid for your graduate education by prostituting
yourself.  It's not my preferred choice of occupations, but you
were earning money for your education.  I've spent my entire
life, since infancy, spending it.

"My family was very wealthy.  I never did anything when I was
small.  Even though the second World War had just ended, if you
had enough money you weren't affected.  We did and we weren't." 
Tears started to flow as memories came back.  "I remember we used
to hire widows of men killed in combat.  I used to terrorize
them, threatening to have them fired.  We attracted them and kept
them by paying them what was for the time a great deal of money.
They needed the money, and they put up with me.  I was a bitch at
the age of three and just got worse as I got older.

"I had a private education.  Through prep school I was the
walking, talking illustration of the adage that if you had enough
money you could get away with murder.  We did and I did.  I can't
even count the number of times I should have been thrown out of
school but my father always bought me back in again.  I went to
college but finally got thrown out -- I think it was at the end
of my sophomore year.  I can't recall what stunt caused that to
happen, but there were so many it doesn't matter, anyway.  And
what the hell -- school was getting in the way of my sociallife.

"I married Steve Collins whose family was even richer than mine.
Since we were both only children, I guess it's only appropriate
that we had only one of our own.  I had Cathy.  A child was
something one produced to have available to dust off and bring
out every Christmas and Easter.  After all, particularly at
Christmas, children add a certain _je ne sais quoi_ to the decor.
 The rest of the time she was in the custody of nurses, maids,
governesses and so forth.

"This morning, I remembered a woman I hired to be her wet nurse.
We run to form in my family, I guess.  Her husband had been
killed in the Army while she was expecting her first child.  In
order to avoid having to take a full-time job and be away from
her baby, she applied for a job as Cathy's wet nurse.  My God! 
Now I remember her standing in front of me, bare to the waist,
with tears trickling down her cheeks as I handled her as if she
were a cow!"

Turning to Cindy she shook her head and said, "Martin, you said
you were a bitch and didn't deserve to live.  Well, lady, I can
spot you hearts and spades and beat you going away.  There is
_nothing_ bad enough to say about me.  How I was so lucky to have
a daughter like Cathy is one of the great miracles of our time. 
She's everything I wasn't.  Maybe it was Colleen Callahan, the
girl who nursed Cathy.  I can remember seeing her and I cry,
remembering.  She cradled Cathy in her arms and offered her
beautiful milk-laden tit, then crooned to her as she nursed.  The
poor woman!  She had to use a nursing bottle with her own baby,
of course, because there wasn't nearly enough of her milk for
hers and mine both... and after all, I owned her, didn't I? 
Isn't that utterly disgusting?

"Then Steve was killed a few years ago in a plane crash.  After
that, my behavior was a disgrace.  I would bed anything in pants.
 Later, I heard about a guy named Bradley who had even more money
than we did and who had a son.  I knew nothing about the boy...
or about Cathy, for that matter... but I decided our families
should merge.  Cathy finally walked out rather than live with the
flak I was giving her all the time.  Then yesterday afternoon I
find that she's engaged to marry Ken Bradley.

"In the meantime, I had met Ed Bradley and... and something
happened.  We're both selfish as hell, but for some reason since
we've been together we've both been better."  She held up her
head and said, "That's Evangeline Collins, Mrs. Stewart, and it
isn't very much or very good."

Just then the doorbell rang again.  This time it was Jen Chapman
along with Connie Cartwright.  Before they could even leave the
entry, the bell rang again and it was Kathy Cartwright.  Cathy
had answered the door.  Going into the sitting room, the girls
saw the others were nude so they quickly shed their clothes as
well.

Seeing Connie Cartwright whose abdomen was now visibly swelling,
Vangie said, "Now here is a pregnant woman, Janice Stewart." 
Putting out her hand she said, "I'm Vangie Collins."

Connie took her hand in her firm grip and introduced herself. 
Vangie asked when the baby was due and Connie said, "Oh, in a
month or so, I guess.  I'm really looking like a mess, aren'tI?"

Vangie's jaw dropped.  "You're kidding!  You can't be expecting
that soon!  What do you girls do, anyway?  You _are_ teasing,
aren't you?"

"Would you like to feel?  It's sort of funny with the passenger
kicking up a storm.  He or she is obviously getting tired of the
cramped quarters down there."

Vangie stood behind Connie and, putting her arms around her,
cradled her abdomen.  As soon as she did, she could feel the
movement inside.  "My God!  It's true, isn't it?  Connie
Cartwright, I think I hate you.  I seem to recall being a mess in
the second month of my pregnancy and just getting worse.  By the
time I was ready to deliver I looked like a walking house.  Maybe
that's another reason Cathy is an only child.  What do you girls
do, anyway?"

She looked around at the group, softly whistled, and said, "No
one would believe this.  You're the most beautiful group of girls
in the country.  No wonder Cath insists on being tanned.  I feel
like a freak being around all of you golden girls."

Then she was introduced to Jen and finally to Kathy Cartwright. 
She held Kathy's hands and just shook her head.  "Young lady,
you're perfection!  I have never seen a girl like you.  Your
breasts are so full with such a gorgeously slim figure -- and
those green eyes!"  Then she looked down at Kathy's bare mound
and realized that Jen Chapman's was hairless, also.  Finally, she
looked down at her own pubic patch and said to the group, "Do you
all consult?  Never did I think I would ask it, but what should I
do with my pubic hair?  Cathy, Janice, and Cindy have the most
beautiful bushes I've ever seen.  You, Connie... my God!  With
your tan and your hair, it's like tight curly white gold.  Then I
see Jennifer and Kathy who are bare.  Meanwhile, I'm a mess! 
What should I do?"

The girls studied Vangie's pubic area carefully.  She asked
Jennifer why she was bare.  Just then the doorbell rang yet
again.  This time it was Ali Clifford, who greeted Vangie and
then the girls.  Again Vangie's jaw dropped when she heard the
girls call Ali, Mom.

She asked and Ali said, "Oh, them.  Well, Jennifer is my
husband's daughter by his prior marriage.  I adopted her. 
Janice, Connie, and Kathy are all mine, though.  That was before
I found out what fun it is to have more sons, so in addition to
Bill's two, Billy and Brian, I adopted Dan Burke.  He's neat!"

"What brings you over, Mom?" Jennifer asked.

"Didn't you know?  There's a major golf match in progress.  They
organized two foursomes.  I understand Bill and Dan are playing
against Ken and Ed Bradley in one, while Chip Cartwright and
Steve Chapman are playing against Bill Cartwright and Pete
Stewart in the other.  So I came looking for a hen party.  When I
came in, you were engrossed in something.  What was it?"

They explained about the discussion regarding Vangie's pubic hair
and Ali grinned.   "Ask Jennifer.  She's the expert."

Jen smiled and answered Vangie's earlier question: "I did it
because my boss wanted my mound bare for my show.  I was a nude
dancer on Sunset Strip in LA.  Anyway, Mom did it for me and I've
kept it like this ever since.  I guess I really like it now, and
I know Steve does.  How do you like its appearance?"

"It looks absolutely beautiful on both you and Kathy.  I guess
I'd like to be bare.  How do you do it, though?"

"With an infernal machine that I even brought down here with me.
I have it back in my room," Jen replied.  Then tears came to her
eyes as she continued, "Mrs. Collins, there's something you
should know.  Ali did it for me after I had tried my best to
destroy her marriage to my father.  I found out later that it was
the same as killing her.  She can't live apart from my dad, nor
he away from her.  Anyway, in spite of that she removed my pubic
hair -- the most disgusting job imaginable -- and said she loved
me.  And she does!"  Turning to Ali she said, "Mom, you're
experienced.  Want to try again?"

Before Ali could reply Cathy interjected, "She's my mother, Jen.
I'll do it for her, if you and Ali will tell me what to do.  But
Mom, are you sure it's what you want?  I think you'll look
beautiful, though, with a bare crotch."

Jen quickly dressed and ran back to her room to retrieve the hair
remover.  When she returned, she also had a pair of scissors and
said, "Vangie, the first thing you need to do is go in the
bathroom and cut your hair as short as you can with the scissors.
 This machine pulls out the rest.  I have to warn you, though:
It's going to hurt like hell!  Are you sure you want to go
through with it?"

Vangie just nodded, took the scissors and went to the bathroom. 
Cathy followed her and said, "Mom, sit on the side of the tub
with your legs as far apart as possible.  I'll do it."  She
proceeded to trim all the pubic hair.  Both women laughed at its
crew-cut appearance.  Going out to the bedroom, Ali had her lie
on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and the other
spread wide on the bed.  Jen went off and found a piece of
rubber.

When she gave it to the woman, Vangie asked what it was for.  "I
told you it's going to hurt," Jen replied.  "Believe me, it will.
 You'll need something to bite on to keep from screaming your
head off."

Vangie looked skeptical but took the piece of rubber.  Meanwhile,
Ali was giving Cathy detailed instructions on using the machine.
Finally all preparations were made and Cathy started in.  It was
slow going.  It took scarcely an instant for Vangie to put the
rubber in her mouth.  Several times, seeing the awful pain her
mother was suffering, Cathy was going to stop but each time
Vangie insisted she continue.  The girls were gathered around
watching with interest and sympathy: The woman was obviously in
agony.

Finally, it was over.  With tears still pouring down her face,
Vangie tried to smile anyway.  "How does it look?" she asked. 
"It feels strange -- but sort of nice."

"Mom, it looks neat!" Cathy replied.  "In a couple of senses of
the word, in fact."

Meanwhile, Ali had been running the bathtub.  The other women
left the room while Cathy helped her mother into the tub and saw
her sigh with pleasure as the warm water washed over her torn-up
loins.  Cathy carefully washed her mother's body to get off the
sweat that had been pouring off her body during her ordeal. 
Finally, she helped her from the tub, dried her off, and helped
her back to the bed that had been turned down for her.  When she
was lying on her back, Cathy carefully spread an anaesthetic
ointment over the sensitive area and heard her mother moan with
pleasure and relief as she did.  Then she kissed her softly on
the lips, turned out the lights and left the room, leaving her
mother asleep.*Chapter 47*

When Dan reached the country club in Metarie, he found Ken and
Edgar Bradley waiting for him.  A few minutes later they were
joined by Bill Clifford.  Ed Bradley looked at him in amazement
and shook his head.  He said, "Bill, excuse me for asking, but
how old are you?"

"I'm fifty-one," he replied with a smile.  "Why do you ask?"

"I thought you were," Ed replied.  "But you look like you're in
your early thirties."

Just then the Cartwright brothers joined them.  Bill had
overheard Ed's remark and said with a grin, "If you saw him nude,
you would swear he's in his twenties.  And all he does is bitch
about Ali interfering with his sleep.  I guess it's just as well,
though, because his wife looks like she's about twenty."  Looking
at Bill he said, "How is my mother-in-law, by the way?"

Bill just shook his head and introduced the men to the Bradleys.
Then he picked up on the question and shook his head.  "Ed, I'm
sure you'll meet my wife, Ali, later today.  I guess I should
warn you about her.  You see, she _does_ look like she's about
twenty.  Hell, the first time Jan Stewart met her she was certain
that Ali was younger than she was... and wait until you see my
daughter, Janice Stewart!  She looks like a dream come true and
is only twenty-five.

"Anyway, Ali is now expecting a baby, so if I seem to float
around the course today it's only because I am.  I can't tell you
how happy she's made me!  You'll soon see how happy she is
herself.  She's positively joyous, and when Allison Clifford is
joyous she can light up a whole city by herself."

They were soon joined by Peter Stewart and went to the locker
room to change.  Bill Cartwright made a point of the fact that
his brother, Chip, was paying for everything that day for the
whole group.  He pointed out that Chip's loyalty to his home
team, the Raiders, had gotten the better of his good sense, so
the expenses of the golf outing were on him.

Chip looked sad and said, "Thanks one hell of a lot, Brother. 
Look, I'm poor!  And my wife will be losing her job when our baby
arrives.  Then what am I going to do?  How will we live?  Bill,
you and Kathy both have jobs, not to mention the fact that you
have more money than me, anyway.  Hell, that doesn't even count
your military pension!  You're rich!  You pay."

"I'd love to, Chip, and I would, but your sister-in-law, Kathy,
vetoed the idea.  She asked me how else will you ever learn if
you aren't made to pay for your mistakes?  I didn't have an
answer for her.  And Chip, you know her! _Nothing_ can get Kathy
Cartwright to change direction when she makes up her mind!"

They continued to joke and went out to the first tee.  The
foursome with the Bradleys went off first.  Ken Bradley, who was
a very good golfer, whistled softly as he watched Bill and Dan
tee off.  Both hit tee shots that were very long and right down
the center of the fairway.  He said softly, "Dad, I hope you
brought a lot of money with you.  Seeing those two suggests we're
about to get a very expensive education in the game of golf."

As they walked the course, Ed asked Bill about the Cartwrights. 
Bill told him about the money that Chip had made from investments
after their parents died while Bill was still imprisoned in
Vietnam.  He said, "You heard the byplay involving Kathy?  That's
Bill's wife, of course.  When she was _ten years old_ she was
enslaved and used to help in torturing Bill.  She saved his life.
 They met again after fourteen years apart last September and
were married almost instantly."  He grinned and said, "And don't
pay a lot of attention to Chip's bleating about money.  I guess
he's down to his last half-billion dollars or so.  I think his
income is in the range of a million dollars -- _a week!_  He'll
manage to cover the expenses today... somehow."

The golf match was the best Ken had ever played in.  Bill
Clifford was a near-scratch player and Dan Burke was also very
good.  He couldn't help teasing Dan, though.  "When do you ever
have a chance to play golf, Dan?" he asked.  "Cathy tells me you
spend all the time away from work in bed with Cindy.  How can you
maintain your game?"

Dan grinned and replied, "That may be so, because that woman is
insatiable.  The result is I get a lot of exercise.  Hell, the
power of a golf swing is all in the body turn, right?  With
Cindy, I get all kinds of lower-body exercise."  When the match
was over, the Clifford-Burke team had won, 3 and 2.  They went
into the grill to wait for the other foursome.

When they were seated, Ken asked, "Dad, if you'll pardon my
saying so, you've changed.  I think you're a lot nicer now.  What
happened?  You seem so much more... relaxed.  As an example, last
night when you remembered you didn't have a place to stay, you
asked Vangie to join you on a park bench.  Before, you would have
blown your stack.  The fact that it might have been your own
fault would have been beside the point.  There's more, though.  I
really think you would have slept in the park and she would have
been with you.  What happened?"

"You're right, son," Ed replied.  "Too right, in fact.  I have
been a shit virtually all my life.  What happened?  I guess I met
Vangie.  The truth is I really don't know what did happen.  She
claims to be a bitch, and I guess she may have been.  But do you
know what?  The two of us together seem to neutralize each
other's poisons somehow.  Under all of that camouflage she's
really a wonderful person."

He looked at Ken and put out his hand.  Ken was puzzled but
extended his own and his father took it in a strong grip.  "Son,"
he said, "I can't tell you how proud you make me feel.  Not that
I had a damned thing to do with it except for providing some
genes, I guess.  And Cathy!  She's an utter dream!  You're the
luckiest man alive to get her, and I'm sure you know I would say
the same thing if she didn't have ten cents!  You really do love
her, don't you?"

"More than life itself, Dad.  By the way, did you know she's a
virgin?  She really is."  Ed Bradley's jaw dropped.

Just then the others came in from the course and they all ordered
drinks and then had lunch.  Ed and Ken Bradley really enjoyed
themselves.  They found that the men were among the most
interesting group of people they had ever encountered.  And
except for kidding about money, you would never know they had any
at all, let alone being among the richest men in the country.

Ken started to tease Pete Stewart about Harvard and MIT.  Pete
raised an eyebrow and said, "You better knock off that shit! 
From what I hear, I may be having your mother-in-law staying with
me as a hostage."  Then his face fell and he said, "Uh, oh!  That
won't work.  There's that wonderful old good news-bad news joke.
The good news is your mother-in-law went off a cliff.  The bad
news is she was driving your new sports car when she did.  I
guess that's not much of a threat."

Then Pete turned to Ed and said, "Could I give you a piece of
advice?  I'm being serious now, although you're not going to
believe it after you hear what I'm going to say."  He looked
straight at the elder Bradley and said, "I urge you to start
working out at a gym or club or something.  You can talk about it
with Bill Clifford.  You and he are about the same size and the
same age.  I'm sure he can give you some good advice.  The reason
is you are not going to recognize Vangie when she completes the
program with Janice.  I won't spoil it by telling you how she'll
change, but I'm sure she will."  Turning to Bill Clifford he
asked, "Dad, do you agree?"

"I sure do, Pete," Bill Clifford replied.  "Ed, I think I've lost
about twenty years in age since I married Ali due to all the
exercise I've been getting.  Incidentally, it's because of her,
but only indirectly.  I think of Ali as perfection but she's
always working to make some tiny facet of her body even better. 
She's all muscle covered by the world's smoothest skin.  She has
hair like golden silk and eyes that are as blue as the Pacific
Ocean.  Since she's always tanned -- all over, by the way -- I
tell her she's a vision in shades of gold!  And she is.

"Ed, I think Vangie will be like that, too, and very soon.  You
don't have to do anything, and I'm sure she would never say
anything, but I think you would feel a hell of a lot better if
you did."  Making the question general, he asked, "What do the
rest of you guys think?  Your wives are all in the same boat."

By the time they were finished, Ed was convinced that it was
something he had to do.  Then he received a big surprise when Ken
said, "Dad, I'll work out with you for this week, anyway.  I need
to be in better shape for Cathy on our wedding day.  I'm not
kidding, either.  You saw her.  What do you think?"

"I think you're one of the luckiest men in the world, is what I
think," Ed replied.  "But I already told you that.  Ken, she
seems to be the personification of female physical perfection."

That evening they rejoined the girls for what became a Clifford
family party.  Vangie had joked that she had been able to send
the clothes she was wearing on Sunday out to the cleaners because
she wore none during the day on Monday.  She was still in a state
of shock after learning that Ali Clifford was expecting a baby. 
At the party, she took Ed off into a corner to talk to him alone.
 When Ken and Cathy saw them go, they squeezed each other'shand.

Vangie was holding both of Ed's hands in hers and was standing
close, just looking up at him.  She was almost as tall as her
daughter at five feet seven, while at six feet two he was one
inch shorter than his son.  She just looked up at his face and
seemed to be memorizing it.

Finally she said, "Darling, I did something today you need to
know about.  I sold myself into slavery to Janice Stewart.  I'll
be her house slave beginning immediately.  It may kill me, but I
don't think it will.  I think it will make me.

"But, Ed, there's something else," she said, taking a folded
paper from her purse.  "This is my unrestricted power of attorney
giving you total authority over my assets.  My attorney's name is
listed, too.  He'll give you all the other information you need.
Darling, my money is yours.  You can do with it as you will." 
Bradley was stunned at what Vangie had just done.  She had signed
over to him everything she owned.

"I don't know how long this will take," she continued.  "I guess
a couple of months, maybe more.  Ed, we won't be able to
communicate until its over.  Will you wait for me?  You don't
have to, and I have no right even to ask.  I just want you to
know, Ed, that I love you very much."  Her eyes filled with tears
as she said, "I want to be the wife for you that I never was for
Steve.  I want to be good for you and good to you.  I want you to
make love to me in ways no man has ever taken me before.  Would
you... Could you... wait?"

He pulled her close and hugged her tightly.  Then he lifted her
chin and kissed her.  It was the best kiss either of them had
ever had.  There were bells and they could feel the electricity
flow between them.

When he eased his hold on her, she sighed deeply and said,
"Darling, I think it's already started.  Do you know why that
kiss was so good?  For the first time in my life I tried to give
myself to someone: you.  And I think you were giving yourself to
me, too, weren't you?"  Ed just nodded.  "Darling," she said,
"we're going to share our grandchildren, regardless.  Will you
consider my application to be your wife, as well?  I don't want
an answer now.  I'll ask you again after I finish my servitude. 
We'll be together at the wedding next week, but aside from that
you won't see me or hear from me until it's over.  But, Ed,
you'll never be out of my heart."  She just looked up at him and
said nothing but he could see tears starting to flow down her
cheeks.

"Darling, of course I'll wait," he replied.  "I hope it doesn't
last too long though.  I'm really going to miss you, you know." 
Then he just looked in her eyes and said softly, "Vangie, I love
you very much.  Like you, I never felt like this before.  While
I'm sorry I can't have more children by you, I think we're going
to have a wonderful time with a lot of grandchildren."  Then he
looked concerned and added, "Ken says he wants a very big family
and Cathy does, too.  Vangie, I love your daughter very much. 
She isn't doing it just because Ken wants children, is she?  I'll
speak to him if she doesn't.  I don't want anything to happen to
that girl."  He pulled her close, kissed her again, and then they
just stood in each other's arms holding on tight.  In whispers,
she assured him that Cathy really did want a lot of children.

Cathy and Ken had been watching their parents from a distance. 
Finally, Cathy shook her head and said, "Ken, my heart bleeds for
her.  It really does.  She looks so vulnerable!"  Looking up at
him she said, "Darling, I love my mother now.  Isn't that a hell
of a thing to say?"

"I love my dad, too, darling.  I know exactly what you mean." 
Looking into her eyes he said, "I can hardly wait for
Saturday!"*Chapter 48*

The wedding ceremony and the reception that followed was the
biggest social event in Chicago in years.  Although each of the
girls had been planning for her own small wedding, in the event
there was a multiple wedding in the cathedral: Cindy married Dan,
Cathy married Ken, Kelly married Kevin, Susan married Mike, and
April married Ron.  When the couples were lined up at the altar,
everyone -- even the professional photographers -- agreed that
they were the most beautiful girls they had ever seen.  The day
was one filled with vignettes.

* * *

Cathy was dressing in Cindy's apartment.  It had been funny with
two brides dressing in a single unit.  She had just put on a pair
of white bikinis and was pondering her gown when the doorbell
rang.  She looked through the peephole and opened it for her
mother.  Although it had been less than a week since they had
been together in New Orleans, her mother already looked
different.  Vangie was beautifully dressed as the mother of the
bride.

Returning to her bedroom, Vangie said, "Darling, could I look at
you this once?  I only found my daughter five days ago and I'm
losing her already.  Cathy, I can't imagine a more beautiful
bride than you are today.  Just think!  Tonight you'll be with
Ken.  Are you eager?"

Cathy went to her mother, set herself down on her lap and hugged
her.  Then she eased away and said, "Mother, there's something
you should know.  I have no birth-control devices at all, and Ken
promised he won't have any, either.  Does that bother you?"

"My darling daughter, nothing could thrill me more!  It sounds
like I may be a grandmother pretty soon, though."  She smiled
warmly and added, "Honey, I think you're going to prove to be
very fertile.  That doesn't bother you, does it?"

"Isn't that what it's all about, Mom?  Raising a family?"  Then
her face fell and she said, "Mother, I'm scared about tonight!  I
think it would be better if I were more experienced."

"Don't worry, honey," Vangie said.  "It won't hurt too much. 
Honest!"

Cathy shook her head rapidly and said, "Mom, that's not the
problem.  I'm afraid Ken is going to be disappointed.  I really
don't know what to do!"  Then she brightened and added, "Of
course, it could be much worse.  If it hadn't been for the last
month at Cindy's, I wouldn't know _anything!_  Speaking of which,
how are you making out with Jan?  You look good, but I can't
really see the difference."

"I think I'll survive," Vangie replied with a grin.  "I
understand what you mean about lovemaking now, though.  Those two
are simply beautiful together.  You can't see it, but I'm only
wearing a fraction of the makeup I used to, and if today weren't
your wedding, I wouldn't be wearing any at all.  It's funny, too.
 They're treating me the way they treated Cindy on the first day
-- I sleep on the floor in the kitchen.  But I end the day so
tired, though, it doesn't even matter.  I think I could fall
asleep curled up in the oven."

Then she shook her head and said, "Darling Cathy, I want to
apologize to you again for being such a god-awful mother to you.
Now that you're about to marry a terrific guy and go off
together, I find out how wonderful you are."  Her tears were
flowing as she concluded, "God!  You had to put up with an
awfully sorry excuse for a mother!"

Cathy, still sitting on Vangie's lap, put her arms around her and
hugged her tightly saying, "Regardless, you're my mother and I
love you very much!  Honest, Mom, I do.  I won't comment on
anything else.  All I will say is that I'm the fruit of your
loins.  I have to love you the same way I have to breathe.  I
really do."

Vangie's tears had stopped as she looked at her daughter with
incredulity.  "You really mean that, don't you?" she said.  "God,
thank you!  I certainly don't deserve the love of such a
wonderful person, but I'll take anything I can get."  She grinned
and said, "Now, lady, you're not getting any lighter, you know. 
And you're wrecking my nice new mother-of-the-bride dress!"

Cathy winked, jumped up and finished her dressing.

* * *

Breaking with tradition, Cindy insisted that her new mother,
Mary, ride in the limousine with her father to the church.  Mary
looked at Cindy and just shook her head but with her eyes
gleaming.  "Darling," she said, "You're utterly exquisite today.
I have never seen a woman look so happy in my life!"

Don couldn't resist the opportunity to tease his daughter for the
last time.  "Honey," he said, "there are two things that concern
me.  First, you're so nervous.  Second, will you make me a
promise?"

Cindy was completely relaxed and knew she looked it.  Raising an
eyebrow she asked, "Promise?"

"No quickie at the altar rail?  Promise?" he asked with his eyes
dancing.

"Pooh!" she exclaimed, "You're no fun!  Of course you're a banker
so what can you expect?"  Then she daintily stuck out her tongue
and then grinned.

As they neared the church, she took her father in her arms and
hugged him tightly.  She said, "Dad, I think I said it before,
but I want you to know I meant it: A girl couldn't have a better
father than you.  Will you kiss your single daughter one last
time?"

"Aren't you afraid I'll spoil your makeup?" he teased, but took
her into his arms and kissed her soundly.  Then she also got a
very warm kiss from Mary as the limousine pulled up to the
church.

* * *

Standing in the vestibule of the church, April looked down at
Ronnie.  The little boy was being entrusted with no less than
five wedding rings which were on a little pillow he was to carry.
 He looked up at his mother and said, "Mommy, you look so
beautiful!  Will Daddy be living with us from now on?"

Tears were in the corners of April's eyes as she nodded and said,
"Yes, he will, Ronnie.  Are you happy?"  The boy just beamed his
sunshine smile.

April looked up at John Smith standing beside her.  He was
escorting her down the aisle acting in place of her dead father,
and she could see he was nervous.  Smiling warmly she said,
"John, thank you so much for what you're doing today.  I very
know it's very hard on you, but I want you to know how much I
appreciate it!"

John was jerked out of his reverie.  He was genuinely shocked by
April's words.  He shook his head and said warmly, "April
Jefferson, you don't understand one damned thing!  Do you know
what I was thinking?  I was thinking about the honor extended to
me of escorting the most beautiful young woman in the world down
the aisle on my arm.  A girl who's the daughter of one of our
nation's heros, the daughter of a genuine queen, and a princess
in her own right.  And who am I?  A dumb ex-jock and ex-addict. 
I was wondering how I ever got so lucky?"

April looked up at him and said softly, "John, I want to thank
you for what you've done for my mother.  I used to hear her
crying in an agony of wanting.  Now I still hear her cry," she
said with a warm smile, "but now it's the joy of satisfied
passion.  It's what I see and hear with Cindy and the Stewarts. 
It's the sound of a woman's fulfillment."

In spite of her smile, tears trickled from her eyes as she added,
"She loves you very much, John Smith, and I want you to know that
I do, too.  I never knew my father, but I'm sure, wherever he is,
he's going to be very proud to see me go down the aisle on the
arm of a member of the Pro Football Hall of Fame... a gentle
giant who I dearly love.  Thank you, Dad!"

Smith was genuinely astonished.  He looked down at April and
could see the warmth and the tears in her eyes.  Slowly he bent
down and kissed her softly full on the mouth and then held her
tightly.  He whispered, "April Jefferson, you have just made me
the happiest man on the face of the earth!  That you could even
speak of me in the same breath as your father is the nicest thing
you could ever do.  April, I love you very much... nearly as much
as I love your mother."  Then he carefully wiped the tears from
her eyes and said, "A woman couldn't possibly look more beautiful
than you do today.  I know you'll be very happy!"

* * *

At the altar, Mary lifted back Cindy's veil and kissed her
sweetly.  Then she gave Cindy's hand to Dan and returned to the
pew.  Cindy looked at Dan for the first time that day and her
heart leaped. _Why do I feel this way?_  she wondered. _It's not
like I haven't been sleeping with him constantly.  Why?_  Dan was
in a morning suit and looked incredibly handsome. _In fact,_ she
thought, _I have never seen him look so good!_  He took her hand
and squeezed it, telling her he understood.  There was intense
love and gratitude in the look she gave him as they went, hand in
hand, up to the altar for the Mass and their exchange of wedding
vows.

* * *

When the ceremony was over, there was an impromptu reception in
the vestibule of the Cathedral for those who were unable to
attend the formal reception.  Cathy was standing beside Ken and
next to Vangie and Ed, looking over the crowd.  She realized that
most of the Bears -- certainly all who were still in the Chicago
area -- had attended.  There were also a great many people she
recognized as customers of the Special Lending Division who had
come to see the wedding of most of the members of the unit's
senior management.

Cathy was feeling warm and wonderful, thinking of what was to
come that night.  Her earlier fears had been allayed when she saw
the love in Ken's eyes when they were at the altar.  Then she
heard a woman's voice with a wonderful Irish lilt in her speech
say, "Excuse me?"

She jerked herself back to the present and saw a beautiful
auburn-haired woman standing in front of her.  She realized the
woman was nearly as tall as she was.  When she had Cathy's
attention, she extended her hand and said, "My name is Colleen
Callahan.  You don't know me, Mrs. Bradley, but I knew you when
you were just a baby.  I wanted to come and give you an Irish
blessing for your wedding.  You're such a beautiful bride!"

Cathy turned to her mother and said, "Mom, here's a woman you
should greet.  She knew me when I was just a baby.  Her name is
Colleen Callahan."  As she said it, Cathy knew the name was
familiar -- a name she had heard for the first time very recently
but she couldn't place it.

Vangie was talking to Ed Bradley but spun around when she heard
the name.  Seeing the woman, she let out a cry, ran to her and
hugged her tightly.  Tears started to flow as she kissed the
woman and just held her murmuring, "Colleen!  It's been so long!
I was talking about you just a few days ago."  She moved back,
held the woman at arms length and looked at her.

Colleen Callahan was a tall, truly beautiful woman with wavy
auburn hair that was longer than shoulder length, emerald-green
eyes and a beautiful figure.  However, there were worry lines
around her eyes.  Her clothes were very inexpensive, but Vangie
realized that they were very tasteful and very well cared-for. 
Moreover, she had a flair for color and accents that she used to
get the greatest mileage from what she had.

As she held her and looked into her beautiful green eyes, she
shook her head sadly.  "Colleen, would you believe it?  This is
the first time I realized you have green eyes?  All I remember
now was my disgusting behavior towards you: having you strip to
the waist to inspect your tits like some cow!"  Vangie looked up
and saw another young woman -- a young Colleen -- standing in the
background.  "Who is this, Colly?  It can only be your daughter."
 Again tears flowed as she added, "Would you believe it?  I don't
even know her name!  She lived with us for two years but I could
only think of her as competition for your milk!"

Turning towards Cathy, Vangie said, "Darling, I want you to meet
the woman who, more than anyone, is responsible for you being the
way you are.  Honey, Colleen was your nurse for the first two
years of your life.  She fed you, changed you and loved you!"

Cathy didn't understand her reaction.  She went to the beautiful
woman and hugged her while she could feel her tears start to
flow.  Meanwhile, Vangie had gone to the other young woman and
said, "Welcome!  You have to be Colleen's daughter.  You lived
with me and I saw you grow from infancy, but I don't even know
your name."

The girl extended her hand and smiled, but Vangie could see there
was no warmth in it.  She said, "How do you do, Mrs. Collins. 
I'm Maureen Callahan, and I'm very pleased to meet you."

Vangie ignored the extended hand and took the young woman in her
arms and hugged her tightly.  She whispered in her ear, "Young
lady, it's apparent that you're a great deal more objective than
your mother is.  You _know_ how shabbily I treated her.  Darling,
all I can ask is that you'll give me the chance to earn your
forgiveness."  Stepping back, she held the girl's hands in hers
and looked into her eyes whispering, "Will you?  Please? 
Maureen, I'm not asking for forgiveness.  I'm only asking for the
chance to try to earn it.  Is that asking too much?"

Maureen Callahan was completely taken aback.  Although her mother
had never spoken ill of Vangie Collins, the girl had pieced
together enough of the events during her infancy to have
developed an abiding hatred for the woman.  She had followed Mrs.
Collins in the society pages and national magazines even after
they had moved from New York to Illinois.  Everything she had
ever seen or read confirmed her opinion that Vangie Collins was a
selfish airhead who cared nothing for anyone else.  Yet this
woman's behavior today was totally out of the pattern she had
observed.  She looked at her and saw incredible love in her eyes.
 There was something else.  She could see the pleading there,
too, as the woman just looked at her and waited.

Maureen smiled -- it was a real smile, this time -- and said,
"Mrs. Collins, there is absolutely nothing to forgive.  My mother
has told me thousands of times how you took us in when she was
penniless with a newborn infant and took care of us.  She told me
that, without you, we might never have made it.  How could I
possibly dislike you?"

Shaking her head, Vangie smiled wryly and said, "Because you
recognize the truth behind what your mother was saying.  You know
that I was the most selfish excuse for a human being on two feet.
 I suspect that even though you were only a tiny infant, you knew
that your mother was being treated like an animal... a human cow.
 You know that your mother was being far too forgiving to me, for
whatever reasons.  You were more objective and far more accurate
in your assessment."

She continued to study the girl closely and saw something in her
eyes and bearing.  "There's something else, isn't there?  Your
mother wants to do something that you don't approve of.  What is
it, Maureen?"

The girl's eyes widened but then she temporized.  "I didn't think
you were so perceptive, Mrs. Collins," she said coolly.  Then she
exclaimed, "I told her we don't need any of your damned money!"

Vangie let the subject drop and turned towards Cathy.  Colleen
was holding her at arms length and was just looking at her.  As
she watched, Cathy moved close and just hugged the older woman. 
She whispered, "Mom, I'm so scared!  Tonight is going to be just
awful."

"What's wrong, darling?"  Colleen asked softly.  "He won't hurt
you.  But you're not..."

"A virgin?  Yes, I am.  But that's not it!  I'm going to
disappoint him.  I'm just so plain!" Cathy cried.

"Plain?  You?  Catherine Collins, I'm ashamed of you!  Have you
no eyes, child?  You're the most beautiful woman in the world,
and Ken Bradley looks like he can make you very happy.  He
appears to be very well built," Colleen said.

"Oh, God!  Mom, he's like one of those Greek gods you see in the
museum.  He's absolutely gorgeous!  That's the problem.  I'll
disappoint him," Cathy cried.

Colleen just shook her head and gave Cathy a beautifully wrapped
gift.  The girl slipped off the ribbon and opened it finding a
beautifully-made sampler with a Gaelic blessing beautifully
stitched and illuminated.  It was the finest piece of needlework
she had ever seen.  With her eyes moist she said softly, "You
made this yourself, didn't you?"  The woman just nodded shyly. 
Cathy showed it to Ken who was by her side and said, "Darling,
look at what we just received.  This is utterly priceless!"

Then she looked at the woman and her expression changed.  She
murmured something in Gaelic and Colleen's eyes widened.  There
was enormous love in Cathy's smile as she said, "I learned that
from you, didn't I?  It comes back from my babyhood.  You're
still wearing the perfume you wore then, because you still smell
of heather and herbs and clean!"

Her eyes widened and she asked, "Did you try to get me to eat
something yucky while you let me play with your tit?  You
wouldn't let me suckle until I ate?  Then I gobbled the slop
down, whatever it was, so I could get what I really wanted: your
glorious milk... so warm and fresh and wonderful... directly from
your glorious tit!  Heaven was having your glorious nipple in my
mouth!"

Colleen's mouth had formed into a very surprised "O" as she
listened to the bride.  Then she said, "Cathy, you couldn't
possibly remember that!"

"But it's true, isn't it?  You would dangle your nipple to get me
to eat?"  The woman reluctantly nodded.  "And you did teach me
that little Gaelic song... a lullaby, isn't it?  Rather, I guess
you sang it to me over and over."  Remarkably, memories of the
infancy came back, stimulated by her olfactory memory.  "Once we
were out someplace in public... church, maybe...? and I started
to scream.  You opened your dress exposing your breasts so I
could have your luscious tit in spite of all the people who were
looking.  You did, didn't you?"  Colleen blushed, but nodded and
smiled warmly.

Vangie had been listening to the exchange.  Then she said,
"Cathy, I heard you call Mrs. Callahan, Mom.  You sure got that
right.  Thinking about it, I was a surrogate mother.  I carried
you, delivered you, and then left you in the hands of your real
mother: the woman who nurtured you, cared for you, and loved
you."  Turning to Colleen, she said brightly in spite of the
tears in her eyes, "Come on!  You two will ride with us.  Your
daughter is going to be late for her own wedding reception."

"But we can't possibly, Mrs. Collins," Colleen protested.  "We
weren't invited.  We're not dressed."

"If you call me Mrs. Collins one more time, Colleen Callahan,
I'll kill you!  It's Vangie, damn it, or Slave Vangie, or
anything else you care for.  I am _not_ Mrs. Collins to the woman
who is the real mother of my daughter.  And, damn it, you _will_
attend your daughter's wedding reception.  Now let's move it!" 
With great reluctance the Callahan women joined Vangie in her
limousine.

* * *

Because there were five brides and grooms, the reception was very
different from most.  When everyone was seated April tapped on
her glass for attention and rose to her feet.  She looked
beautiful as she waited for quiet.  When she had the people's
attention, she said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to
propose a toast to the person who, alone, is totally responsible
for the event today.  Starting with myself, I was a new
receptionist at Chicago Trust -- and not a very good one, at that
-- when I was offered the job of being a credit analyst to a
senior vice president.  This person trained me, coached me,
cajoled me and finally persuaded me that I could do the job. 
Because of her, I was able finally to reconcile with Ronald
Jackson, the love of my life and the father of my son, Ronnie. 
Today I became Mrs. Ronald Jackson.

"Then we come to Susan and Mike Cassidy.  Because of the help and
training the officer gave me, I became a vice president of the
bank.  As a direct result I met a wonderful person, Emily Amelia
Hardwick, who met me because she had heard of the lending program
we were running.  My mother became her heir and then needed a
secretary with some knowledge of art.  She hired Susan Bradford.
Then Susan met Mike for the first time at our apartment.  Right
then I knew by looking in Mike's eyes -- he looked like a
pole-axed steer -- that it was all over for him.  And it was. 
Now Susan has him roped, hog-tied and branded.

"Next we have Kelly Cavanaugh.  The officer I mentioned
encountered Kelly McBride who had just been fired from her job as
a personnel officer in the bank.  She immediately rehired her...
as a lending officer in our division.  It seems that Kelly had
some experience in steel mills.  She managed the biggest loan the
division has ever made and one of the biggest the bank has ever
done.  Recognizing that a metallurgist specializing in electric
steel-making was essential, she married Kevin Cavanaugh in order
to keep her eye on him.  She was told that the requirements of
her job didn't extend to matrimony, but what the hell.  The Irish
always overdo things!"  There was an explosion of laughter and
April waited for it to die down.  April giggled when she looked
at Kelly who had her eyes crossed and was sticking out her tongue
in her direction.

"Finally, we have Cathy and Ken Bradley.  Cathy claims that the
officer for whom she works has taught her everything she needs to
know to be a housekeeper, wife, and... hopefully... a mother. 
Further, had it not been for the workout the officer gave Cathy
in her capacity as house slave, she probably never would have met
Ken Bradley.  This is one case in which you _can_ do pretty well
on a blind date.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I tried to show that there is one person
to whom we all owe our future happiness.  That person is, of
course, Cynthia Martin Burke.  I can say only one thing more.  I
would cheerfully give my life for Cindy Burke and would consider
it a privilege to do so.  I adore the woman.  She embodies
everything I ever hope to be.  She has served as a model not only
to me but to everyone else in our Division.

"Please join me in a toast to a wonderful person and extend our
best wishes for her continued happiness with the love of her life
and new husband, Dan Burke.  To Cynthia Martin Burke!"  She
raised her glass and smiled as she saw Cindy blushing scarlet and
trying to hide in Dan's shoulder.  He wouldn't allow it.  Rather,
he stood with his glass to salute his bride.  Amidst great shouts
and cheers, the toast was drunk.

Then Cindy rose to her feet.  She looked incredibly beautiful in
her white bridal gown which set off her golden tan, her golden
hair and her brilliant blue eyes.  Raising her glass, she said,
"Thank you, April.  You were lying through your teeth and I'll
get even, but thank you anyway.  However, if anything you said is
true, the credit doesn't belong to me.  Rather, it belongs to the
woman who made me.  Please join me in offering a toast to the
person who forced me to join the human race, Janice Carson
Stewart.

"Without Jan Stewart, I shudder to think of where I would be and
what I would be right now.  I don't know exactly where, but I do
know I wouldn't be Mrs. Daniel Burke.  None of the things to
which April referred could have ever happened if it were not for
Janice Stewart.  I was going to say more, but I won't.  All I'll
say is, thank you, Jan!  Thank you with my whole heart and soul.
I love you, Sis!"  She raised her glass and toasted Jan who was
looking down at her plate with tears running down her cheeks.

* * *

Vangie was sitting between Maureen and Colleen Callahan at the
reception.  Looking at Colleen, she asked, "Colly, Maureen said
you had a fight.  You wanted to ask for something but she doesn't
want you to.  Do you want to tell me about it?"

Vangie could see tears in the woman's eyes as she said, "Yes, I
do, Mrs. Collins.  Could you lend me some money?  It's for
Maureen.  We managed to get her through school somehow, but now
payments on her student loans are due.  She hasn't been able to
get a job yet, but I'm sure she will.  We need a great deal of
money, though.  We need five hundred dollars!"

Vangie's face remained impassive even though the woman's words
were tearing her heart out.  The woman's head was upright and she
was looking her straight in the eye in spite of the tears rolling
down her cheeks.  Clearly, it was torturing Colleen to ask for
help.

"What happened to your husband's insurance settlement?  Is that
money all gone?" she asked, keeping her face impassive.

The woman just shook her head.  "I never received any money," she
said softly.  "It never came.  There was some problem or other,
so it was never paid."

Vangie rose and went around the table to where Ed was sitting and
whispered in his ear.  "Darling, I need a check.  Because of
my... situation, I don't have access to any money right now.  I
need a check for $100,000 payable to Colleen Callahan."

Ed had been listening to the talk.  Although he hadn't been
filled in on the background, his heart was torn by the plea he
had just heard.  He had gathered that this woman's husband had
been killed in action in the Army years earlier _but she had
never received any money from the government!_  He just nodded,
pulled out his checkbook, scribbled the check and gave it to
Vangie without a word.  She returned to her seat with the check
folded in her hand.  Then she asked very quietly, "Colly, how
have you been supporting yourself since you left us?  My God! 
That was nearly twenty years ago, now."

Before her mother could answer, Maureen said, "She's been working
as a topless waitress and as a stripper, Mrs. Collins.  It pays
well and it permitted her to be home with me."  Tears began to
flow from her eyes as she continued, "I didn't even know it until
a short time ago.  Can you imagine?  She would get home as late
as four in the morning after performing in front of a bunch of
slobbering drunks, but still be out of bed at six to get me up,
give me breakfast and get me off to school.  The waitressing
didn't begin until I was in college.  She would always be waiting
for me when I got home from school to ask how my day had been and
to help with my homework.  Can you imagine?  My mother, a
stripper!  It just tore her up inside and it still does."

Maureen's head was up straight and there was fire in her
emerald-green eyes as she said, "Mrs. Collins, we don't need your
money and don't want it!  I just got a job stripping, and if my
mother can do it, I sure as hell can, too.  It pays all the money
we need.  Thank you for not laughing at us."  Rising to her feet
she said, "Mother, I think we should go now."

Vangie rose to her feet quicker than Colleen could, took Maureen
in her arms and held her tightly.  The girl's self-control, which
was hanging by a thread, suddenly snapped.  She started to bawl
and Vangie just held her closer, stroking her hair and comforting
her.  Gently, as she eased her back into her chair, she could
feel the young girl's shoulders shaking from her sobs.

Finally, with an effort of will, Maureen regained control and
eased away.  There was an odd look in her eyes as she whispered,
"Thank you, Mrs. Collins."

Vangie asked if they could please stay for a few more minutes. 
There was someone she needed to see.  They agreed -- Maureen,
with reluctance -- and she went over to where Jan was sitting. 
In just a few sentences she explained the situation.  Jan quickly
agreed and pointed out that Pete was about to go off on a
three-week business trip to Europe and the Far East so it would
work out perfectly.  She gave Vangie's ass a sharp spank and
grinned saying, "It's getting tighter."

Vangie just stuck out the tip of her tongue and quickly returned
to the table where Ed and the Callahan women were waiting.

With a big smile she said, "I have a proposition for you two. 
You see, I'm in training under Jan Stewart.  You heard Cindy
Burke say that she gives her the credit for bringing her into the
human race.  Anyway, after warming up with Cindy she's now facing
a Herculean challenge: me.  She needs all the help she can get,
particularly now that she's pregnant.  Anyway, here's my
proposition.  I'll pay you one hundred thousand dollars if you
both will stay with us out in Deerfield for the next three weeks
or so and help Jan with my training.  Will you?  Please?"

Maureen's jaw dropped.  "I beg your pardon!" she gasped.  "Did I
hear you say one hundred _thousand dollars?_  For three weeks?"

"I knew your hearing was good.  That's exactly what I said.  Will
you?  Incidentally, I have the check for you now," Vangie said,
passing the check to Colleen.

The woman just looked at it, then crumpled up and began to bawl.
This time Vangie took the woman in her arms and held her tightly.
 It was obvious to her that Colleen had been as tight as a coiled
spring inside and the spring had just snapped.  The woman
completely let go.  Vangie just continued to hold her as years of
pain and suffering washed away in a flood of tears.  Finally,
there were no more tears left.

Slowly she eased away from Vangie looking ashamed.  "I'm _so_
sorry!" she exclaimed.  "I didn't mean..."

"To wreck my dress?" Vangie interjected with a warm grin.  "Well,
you did."  She looked down at her dress which now was tear
stained from both women.  "You can pay me the price of the dress
from the money I just gave you.  And can I interpret the
waterworks that just flooded out the place to be some strange
Irish way of saying yes?"

Colleen had been looking at Vangie closely.  She just nodded her
head and said in a broad Irish brogue, "Sure, and it is!  Vangie
Collins, I was right and you were wrong.  I remember you handling
my breasts when I applied for the job as your nurse.  Your touch
was so very tender, in spite of what you say.  You're a wonderful
person who has done a fine job of keeping it a great secret for
years!  Particularly from yourself."  Then she smiled and it was
like the sun coming out from behind a cloud.  In spite of the
wreckage of her tears, Vangie realized that Colleen Callahan was
an incredibly beautiful woman.*Chapter 49*

Ken closed the door to the suite and looked at his bride.  Cathy
was looking hesitant... and, he suddenly realized, fearful.  She
stood with her back straight and her head up, just looking at
him.  Ken thought she was the most beautiful bride who had ever
lived as she stood there in her bridal gown.

In a break with common practice, the bridal parties had not
changed into street clothes before leaving the wedding reception.
 Since they were all spending their wedding night in suites in
nearby hotels, they decided to go to their hotels while still in
their bridal finery.  Cathy had blushed when they entered the
lobby of the Water Tower Hyatt and were immediately recognized
from the Super Bowl telecast of the week before.  All the people
around the lobby began to softly applaud.  Fortunately, the
check-in process had been completed earlier in the day so they
were immediately escorted to their suite by the assistant manager
on duty.  They had the best suite in the hotel and found a
platter of caviar -- a gift from the hotel -- along with two
chilled bottles of Dom Perignon that Ken had ordered.

"What's wrong, darling?" he asked softly.  "Why do you look
frightened?  You're the most courageous girl alive.  You would
charge hell with a fire extinguisher.  What's wrong?"

She gave him a wry little smile and ran to his arms.  He held her
tight and could feel her body shaking.  Finally she whispered,
"Darling, I have an answer to my dilemma.  I just know you're
going to be terribly disappointed with me when we get to bed, so
tomorrow I'll call Jan Stewart.  I'm sure she knows some girls
who are... more experienced and who can make you happy in bed. 
We... We could have auditions or something.  How would that be?"

Ken just stroked her hair and breathed in the intoxicating scent
of this glorious girl who was now his wife.  Tipping up her head,
he gently but thoroughly kissed her.  As he did, he again felt
the electricity flow between them.  Easing away from her he
winked, and then said with a small grin, "Lady, this has been a
very expensive day for me.  I spent over ten bucks on this suit
alone!  Can I see what I got for all that money?"

It seemed to have been the right thing to say.  Daintily, she
stuck out the tip of her tongue and then spun around so that her
back was to him.  "The least you can do is help out, mister. 
There's a zipper back there somewheres you can pull.  You _do_
know how zippers work, don't you, mister?"

Finding the zipper, he gently pulled it down, fascinated to find
that it ran down almost to her shapely buttocks.  Then he
carefully undid the hook at the top of the dress allowing it to
gape open in the back.  Since the dress was strapless, Cathy just
let it drop to the floor, stepped out of it, and then turned to
face him.  Now all she was wearing were her shoes, white
stockings, a white garter belt and a white bikini.  She looked at
him with a question in her eyes.  He just whistled softly and
held out his arms.  With a little squeal she ran to him.

Lifting Cathy off the ground he carried her to the sofa and sat
down with her sitting across his lap.  Then he slowly ran his
fingers over her body, feeling her satin skin and the ripple of
her muscles responding to his touch.  Then, while he worked on
her garter belt, Cathy reached over, retrieved one of the bottles
of champagne and started to open it.  She was stopped several
times by the exquisite feeling of his fingers moving on her
sensitive inner thighs and around her body.  Finally he had her
stockings and the garter belt off, leaving only her bikini.  He
had never seen a more beautiful girl in his life.

Carefully, Cathy poured two glasses of champagne.  Giving one to
Ken, she raised hers and said, "To you, Kenneth Jackson Bradley:
I give you myself -- body and soul -- to do with as you wish. 
Ken, I exist to try to make you happy in any way I possibly can.
You're my love and my life!"  Looking at him over the top of her
glass, she tossed off the champagne and broke the glass in the
suite's fireplace.  Then she reached out to him and he just held
her tight.

Finally he asked, "Darling, why are you so afraid I won't be
happy?"

"Because I don't know _anything!"_ she wailed.  "If I hadn't been
staying with Cindy, I wouldn't even know where your gorgeous cock
should _go!"_

"What about me?" he asked softly.

"You?  What about you?"  Cathy was truly puzzled.  She had no
idea what he was driving at.

"Lady, there was a girl in my arms about a week ago.  She played
with my cock and caused me to shoot my cum all over her glorious
body.  Does that sound like anyone you know?"

She smiled and said, "Darling, that was only the second time in
my life I have ever touched a naked man.  You're even more
impressive than Dan Burke -- and that's truly high praise
indeed."

"And you're the first naked woman I've _ever_ touched," he said
softly.  He looked into her beautiful gray eyes and watched for
her reaction.

It came immediately.  Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped. 
"But... But... But, Ken, you can't!  You're a man!" she
exclaimed, genuinely confused.

"I noticed that a few years ago," he replied dryly. 
"Nevertheless, you're the first and only."

She had been studying his face and finally believed him.  He
wasn't teasing her at all.  What he said was true.  She looked at
him and asked, "But why, Ken?  My God!  There must have been
thousands of women trying to get you into bed with them.  I
believe you, darling, but it's almost impossible.  Why?"

"For the same reason you're a virgin, Cathy.  I think I'm a
one-woman guy.  You're my woman.  I wanted to be sure I was as
clean and pure as I could be when we married."  Then he grinned
and added, "Of course, I was expecting to get a woman who could
show me what to do, though."

"Then... Then you're untouched?  I mean really _untouched?"_ she
asked.

"Sure am.  Now what are you going to do about it, lady?  What in
hell did you think I hired you for?  You're supposed to give me a
guided tour."  He reached out, cradled one of her beautiful
breasts, and in the gentlest way possible, squeezed it.

She mewed with pleasure and writhed in his arms.  Then she
pretended to glare at him and said, "That, mister, is a tit.  I
have two of them, as you may have noticed.  And, buddy, I'm not
at all breakable.  If you want to squeeze it, squeeze it!  Then
see what happens."

He squeezed it and then stroked it.  Instantly her nipples grew
as hard as pebbles.  He bent down, took one in his mouth, then
bit down softly and then harder.  She cried out and he instantly
let go but then felt her holding his head in place.  "Please
don't stop!  It feels so wonderful," she cried.  He continued to
nibble and then moved to her other tit and repeated it.  Finally,
she let him lift his head.  When he did he found that she had an
intensely warm look on her face.

He raised an eyebrow and she grinned.  "Now put your finger in my
cunt, darling," she said softly.  "That's what you touched last
week.  Then tell me what you find.  Incidentally, there's a hole
there that you can put your finger in.  You might like that,
too."  Gently he inserted his forefinger into her very tight
little cunt.  The minute he touched her he realized how wet she
was and he looked at her quizzically.

She giggled and said, "You thought I was teasing, didn't you?  I
wasn't.  Darling, when you're near me... let alone touching me...
I start to run rivers!"  Then she glared at him and asked, "And
what's that... that thing... that's sticking me in the ass? 
Can't I ever sit on you comfortably?"

He grinned and shook his head.  "It's something I carry with me,
lady," he replied.  "I think it's used with women, somehow, but
I'm not really sure how."

She put her arms around him and crushed her lips to his.  Then
she said, "Fair is fair.  If I have to be bare, what about you? 
May I undress you, darling?  Then maybe we can find out what's
been sticking into me."

"Of course, honey," he said with a grin.  "I think this is going
to be very funny, though.  It took me hours to figure out how
this monkey suit worked, so let it be a challenge to you.  You
get to keep anything you find."

Responding to the challenge, Cathy shifted position to straddle
him on the sofa.  One after another she figured out how the
pieces of the morning suit were attached and how to remove them.

Ken couldn't resist.  He cradled her tits and then started to
stimulate her clit.  "Stop that!" she exclaimed.  "You're just
cheating, now.  You didn't think I could get you out of this cage
you're in, did you?  And when I start to win, you resort to
underhanded tactics."  She grinned and leaned her head back as
she just enjoyed the glorious sensation he was creating in her
cunt.  Then she kissed him on the nose and said, "And it is
underhanded, too.  Your hand is under my cunt.  I hope it
drowns!"  By now she had his jacket, tie, vest and shirt off. 
The rest was easy except he wouldn't even cooperate by standing
up.

Cathy just glared at him, unfastened the waistband of his
trousers, stood up while still holding the ends of his pants legs
and then yanked.  It almost dumped him on the floor but instead
the pants finally came off.  Then he did stand up and allowed her
carefully to drop his shorts revealing his huge erection.

Now she was on her knees in front of him and just looked at it
with desire in her eyes.  "Is this the grand prize, darling?" she
asked.  "Oh God, Ken, it's so massive and beautiful.  I can only
hope I'm worthy."  He just shook his head, bent over, picked her
up and carried her into the bedroom.

When he had her laid out on the bed he began stroking her body
and kissing it.  Hearing a giggle, he looked up and saw Cathy
grinning at him.  "What's so funny?" he asked, feeling a little
hurt.

"Us, my darling," she replied softly.  "Do you realize that this
is what thirteen-year-olds do these days?  Honey, I guess we're
hopelessly retarded!"

"Remember what George Bernard Shaw said: 'Youth is such a
marvelous time of life.  What a shame to waste it on the young!'
Honey, there is no way you were as smooth and firm and full and
golden when you were thirteen!" he replied.  "Darling, you were
certainly worth waiting for.  But oh, God, you're so perfectly
full and ripe now!"

He went back to his kissing and could feel her body writhe on the
bed in a rising agony of her wanting.  Finally, she could take it
no more.  She dove down and captured his raging cock in her hands
and encircled it with her mouth.  Now they were lying head to
foot and he began to kiss and lick her cunt.

Cathy had seen Cindy take Dan in her mouth on occasions too
numerous to count so she had a good idea what she should do. 
Moving her head up and down on his cock, she tasted the first of
his cum.  When she squeezed his loaded sac, he exploded in her
mouth.  She was prepared and swallowed every succulent drop.  As
she was about to lick off the last drop from his tip, she could
feel her loins quiver just before she exploded in response to his
oral stimulation.  Just as carefully, he licked up every drop of
her sweetness.  Then he moved away and grinned at her.

"What's so funny, now?" she asked.

"Darling," he replied, "that was something I had to do.  I need
to know if a virgin cunt tastes any different from an experienced
one."  Then his expression changed to one of intense love as he
added, "Honey, you're not going to be a virgin much longer.  Do
you mind?"

"You won't be either, honey," she replied with a grin.  "If you
don't mind losing yours, I certainly don't mind losing mine.  The
fact is, it's been a terrible pain in the cunt!"

Her cunt was still awash in the flow of her fluids.  Although she
had exploded and filled his mouth with her love juices, she was
still flowing freely in anticipation of his entry.  To his
surprise, she scrambled out of bed and padded back into the
sitting room, reappearing moments later with the platter of
caviar in one hand while she wrestled with the champagne in its
ice bucket with the other.  She retrieved the glasses and poured
one for each of them.  After a sip she asked, "What do you
think?"

"Think about what?" he asked, puzzled.

"This is something I learned from Ali Clifford.  She says that
Dom Perignon is perfect for washing down a man's cum.  And it is!
 How is it with my love juices?"

He seemed to ponder the question for a moment and then said,
"Lady, your juices are vintage... certainly a twenty year.  I
love them plain, although the champagne does add a bit of
sparkle."  He looked concerned and asked, "Could you carbonate
yours, do you suppose?"

She just shook her head and grinned wryly, then very carefully
began to make caviar canapes for the two of them.  As she knelt
on the bed with her weight back on her heels, Ken was propped up
at the head of the bed just looking at her.  He realized again
that her skin was an all-over golden color.  Moreover, she
appeared to be totally unaware of her nudity, and totally lacking
in self-consciousness as she made the lovely tidbits and fed them
to him.

Finally he said, "Darling, you are utterly exquisite.  Your
figure is absolute perfection.  Did you know that?"

She stuck the tip of her tongue out at him.  "No, I didn't, but
you don't, either.  How in hell could you know?  You just
finished telling me you had no experience with women," she
argued.

She giggled when he stuck his tongue out at her.  "That shows
what you don't know," he said proudly.  "I went to a strip show
once!  The girls in the show didn't show me much.  But then last
Saturday, in the shower... now _those_ were bodies!"

The expression on her face changed.  "The time has come,
darling," she said softly.  "It's about time you made me a woman.
 Would... Could... Would it be all right if I did it to myself? 
Would you mind?"

Instead of answering, he pulled her down on top of him and kissed
her softly and then with increasing urgency.  Meanwhile, he
caressed her back, her asscheeks, and spread her legs so he could
stroke her inner thighs.

Cathy surrendered to his touch and mashed her body down on his. 
She began to writhe on top of him from the rising torment from
her cunt.  Then she slid her body down on his until she
encountered his raging cock.  Kneeling astride him, she
positioned it at the mouth of her vagina and slowly eased down on
it.  The feeling was like nothing she had ever imagined.  She
thought her cunt was small and his cock was gigantic. 
Nevertheless, taking advantage of the lubricating fluids flowing
from her vagina, she began to work it deeper and deeper inside
herself.  Finally, she could feel it in hard contact with her
hymen.  She began to gently move up and down on his rigid shaft,
each time stopping when it hit.  Finally she felt her cunt was as
stretched and slick as it could be.  Then she stopped and leaned
forward to kiss him on the lips.  As he held her, he ran his
tongue into her mouth like a snake.

She could feel the electricity flow between them as she said,
"Darling, I guess this is it!"  With that she raised herself up
so the head of his cock was just inside her and dropped her full
weight down on it.

_"Argh!"_ she screamed as she felt a moment of intense pain and a
ripping sensation, but then felt herself slide down much farther
on the impaling shaft.  She stopped and looked down at her groin.
 "Look, darling, it's done!  And I did it all by myself."

Ken looked down and could see her blood flowing from around his
shaft as she began to work his cock even deeper inside her. 
Finally, with a yelp of joy, she felt him in all the way to his
root.  Again she stopped and lay on top of him enjoying the
wonderful sensation.  Ken knew what she was doing.  He gently
stroked her body and pulled the bedcovers over them.  She just
mewed with pleasure as he gently stroked her body, then lifted
her chin enough to be able to kiss her.

She lay with her cheek on his hairy chest and whispered,
"Darling, could we spend the rest of our lives just like this? 
With you just impaling me on your glorious weapon?"  She lifted
her head enough for him to see the impish grin on her face as she
said, "Penis envy?  Bullshit!  It's cock envy!  A huge piece of
steel reaming my insides in a way I could never even imagine!  Oh
Lord, thank you for giving me a husband who is a god."

Then she threw off the covers and began slowly to rise and fall
on his weapon.  Now she began to use the knowledge she had picked
up watching Dan and Cindy.  She could feel her passion rising and
then she came.  Still she didn't stop or change tempo.  Instead
she kept climbing higher and higher hills, only changing her
rhythm when she felt him close to his release.  Each time she
slowed enough so that his need for ejaculation subsided and then
she moved again.  Finally, she reached the point she never
thought she ever would: She was now in near-constant orgasm. 
Sweat was streaming off her body, she screamed each time she
achieved full penetration, and all of her feeling was
concentrated in her loins.  She could no longer control it.  She
could feel the massive cock inside her begin to throb so she
buried it to the hilt.  The first searing jolt of his cum put her
over the edge.  She could feel her loins spasm in a frenzy of
motion while her vagina pulsated to try to empty his balls as she
lost consciousness from the sensory overload.

When she regained consciousness her head was resting against
Ken's right shoulder and his right hand was cupping her tit. 
When she looked up at him, Ken could see concern in her beautiful
face.  "Was... Was it okay?" she asked.  "At least for the first
time?  Oh, darling, I want everything to be perfect for you and
I'm not.  I don't think I'm even adequate," she wailed.

He pulled her face down and kissed her soundly on the lips,
hearing the sigh and the wonderful happy noises she made as he
did.  "Feel your cunt, darling," he asked softly.  "Tell me what
you feel."

She did and then looked puzzled.  "It's... It's dry!  Ken, how
could it be?  I... I think I came, but... but what happened to it
all?"  Then she felt the bed and her eyes widened.  "Was I that
bad, Kenneth Bradley?" she asked accusingly.  "Was I so awful
that you could change the bed while I was out cold?"

She melted under the look of adoration he gave her.  "Darling,
you were utter perfection.  The answer is, yes you were out cold.
 Yes, I changed the bed, and yes, I ate out your glorious cunt --
love juices, blood, cum and all.  It... It made an interesting
cocktail.  The blood added just the right touch of salt..."

* * *

Susan Cassidy was resting with her head on Mike's shoulder as he
rested with his back against the headboard of the bed.  Idly, she
touched her blood now starting to dry on the sheet between them,
showing where her virginity had come to an end.  "Were you
disappointed, darling?" she asked him.  "I... There was really
nothing to it, was there?  Thank you for being so gentle when you
took me."  Suddenly her face crumpled and she began to bawl.

"What's wrong, darling?" Mike asked softly.  "What did I do?"

"Nothing at all," she wailed.  "It's what I did to you!"

"And what did you do to me?"

"I forced you to marry me under false pretenses," she cried. 
"You thought I would only sleep with you if you married me.  I
said that, but it was a terrible lie!  Michael Cassidy, if you
had even touched me, I would have stripped off my clothes and
spread my legs... regardless of where we might have been.  Do you
remember the first night we met?  I showed you the painting of
Kerry and me.  I was trying to be so cool because I knew that if
you had the nerve to pull down the zipper on my dress, I would
have been on my back on the floor with my legs spread wide to
welcome you.  I was a cheat and a tease.  The fact is, darling,
towards you I'm utterly shameless.  I took advantage of you!"

"You sure did," he said softly.  "You made me the happiest man in
the world in spite of myself.  You're making me into something
worthwhile -- why, I don't know -- and you're forcing me to
become a real quarterback.  Susan, you sure did take advantage of
me and I hope you keep doing it forever!"  Then he grinned at her
and said, "Speaking of making things..."

"Yes?" she asked with a lascivious smile.

"Spread your legs, woman!  You're supposed to be making a baby."

Susan slid down from the headboard and spread her legs, then ran
her finger up her slit and put it in his mouth.  "You were
ssaying...?"

* * *

"Why did you do it?" Kevin asked softly.  They were in bed with
her head resting on his shoulder.  There was only one small light
on in the room that Kelly insisted remain on.

"Do what?" she asked, pretending innocence.  She knew exactly
what he meant.

"The strip show," he replied.  "You had that gown made specially
for the occasion, didn't you?"

"Did you mind, darling?" she asked.  "You're right, of course. 
The answer is what I said to you months ago: I dreamed of
stripping for you alone and then having you take me."  She
stretched, revealing her body for the masterpiece that it was. 
Then she kissed him softly and said, "It was everything I hoped
it would be... and so much more!"  She molded her body to his and
closed her eyes.

It was only much later at night that Kevin felt her squeeze his
hand.  When he opened his eyes he saw her eyes focused on him. 
"About being a brood mare?" she asked with a sensuous smile. 
"Where's the stallion?"  He moved between her thighs and soon she
was spending in torrents, flooding the enormous cock embedded in
her cunt.

* * *

Ron could feel April's silky hair spilling over his shoulder as
he cradled her magnificent tit in his hand.  Even though it was
dark in the room, he knew that she was awake and looking at him
because of her soft breath on his shoulder.  "How was it,
darling?  she asked.  "Was it good for you?"

"April Jackson, you know damned well that if it had been any
better, I'd be dead!  Why didn't you tell me a woman could be so
much fun in bed?  My God, what idiots we are!  April, I didn't
know the first damned thing about loving a woman."

"Why didn't you ever ask?" she replied with a soft, lascivious
chuckle.  "Darling, will the next one be a boy or a girl?  And
are you sure you like brandy?  Maybe bourbon, or cognac, or..."

He rolled between her muscular thighs and entered her again.  She
gasped, and then began to conform her movements to his in the
darkness.

* * *

"I can't believe it," Cindy murmured.  "We've been doing it for
months, but this...  Dan, it's never been like this.  Why?"

He kissed her softly and felt her move on his massive erection
that impaled her.  "I think it's because you threw out your pills
today, Cin.  Now it's for real.  We're trying to make a baby. 
Are you glad?"

She just screamed in ecstasy.*Chapter 50*

While they were waiting in the Red Carpet Club to board their
United Airlines flight to Hawaii the next morning, Ken looked at
Cathy with a sheepish expression on his face.  She leaned over
and kissed him softly saying, "I think it's wonderful, darling."

"Wonderful?" he asked, showing his surprise.  "What'swonderful?"

"You being selected to play in the Pro Bowl in Honolulu next
week," she replied calmly.

His jaw dropped and he just shook his head.  "But... But how
could you possibly know that?" he asked.  "Coach Ditka only asked
me yesterday morning."

"I know, dear," she said, smiling sweetly, "But he asked me the
night before if it would be all right for him to invite you.  He
was so sweet!  He knew we were going to be on Maui on our
honeymoon.  When he called, he congratulated me, talked about the
Super Bowl, and then the television interview with Bob Costas. 
Finally I said I would love to see you play in the Pro Bowl.  He
asked how I knew it was the reason for his call.  I told him what
other reason could there be, knowing that as coach of the Super
Bowl team he would be coaching the NFC team in the Pro Bowl.  Of
course, I'd like it better if you were All Pro, instead of just
playing in the Pro Bowl."

She smiled and shook her head.  "It's funny, I guess.  That has
to be the only football game of the year that everyone wants to
be picked for, but no one wants to actually play in."

"Catherine Bradley, you're too much!" he exclaimed with a grin.

"No, I'm not," she replied with a cute grin.  "I'm not very much
at all.  If I were, your balls would be drained dry by now and
they're not nearly."  Her grin changed to a look of incredible
love as she added, "I love you so very much, my husband!"  He
just kissed her softly and held her tight.

They were wrapped in each other's arms, utterly oblivious to the
looks directed their way by the other passengers in the clubroom,
when they heard someone standing nearby clearing his throat. 
When Ken released Cathy and looked up, his eyes were still
glazed.  He found that a ramp supervisor was standing there and
said he had been asked to escort them out to their aircraft.  Ken
raised an eyebrow, but then extended his hands to help Cathy to
her feet.  As he did he was amused thinking that his wife had
less need of help to do anything than any female alive. 
Nevertheless, she smiled gratefully as he did.

* * *

Virginia Adams, the senior flight attendant on the United 747
flight, nonstop from Chicago to Honolulu, was reviewing the
passenger manifest.  She paid particular attention to a Special
VIP notation on two first-class passengers, Mr. & Mrs. K.
Bradley.  Noting the seat assignments, she quickly checked to
make sure the reclining mechanism on each seat worked correctly
and checked the seatback pockets and the area around the seats to
be sure it was as clean as possible.

Returning to the doorway, she was in time to greet the Bradleys
as they were escorted down the jetway by the ramp supervisor.  As
they came towards her, she was pleased that she had done the
last-minute checking.  Obviously, the Bradleys were important
people.  They came on board the aircraft and the supervisor said,
"Mrs. Adams, I would like you to meet Mr. and Mrs. Bradley.  They
will be with you on the flight out to Hawaii today."

Cathy saw the woman's jaw drop.  She said, "But you... you're...
you're Cathy Collins, aren't you?"

"That was yesterday," Cathy said with a warm smile as she
extended her hand.  Today I'm Mrs. Kenneth Jackson Bradley, and I
couldn't be happier."

Ginny Adams had looked over the entertainment that was being
offered in flight that day.  Often, during the football season
the feature film is preceded by a short film reviewing NFL
highlights of the previous week's games.  She knew the film they
were carrying had Super Bowl highlights, but also included an
interview done by Bob Costas.  It was a part of his pre-game show
expanded with additional footage that had not been available when
the pre-Super Bowl show aired.  She shook hands with the Bradleys
and showed them to their seats.

Before leaving to return to her position at the door she asked
diffidently, "Mrs. Bradley, there's a film we're showing today
that you might be interested in.  Would... Could I announce that
you and Mr. Bradley are on this flight?  I know that you're
considered very important to the airline, but..."

Cathy smiled warmly.  "Of course you can," she replied, "but I
don't know why on earth you would want to.  There's one
condition, though.  The name is Cathy, and my husband's name is
Ken.  If you feel you have to make an announcement, it's Ken and
Cathy Bradley.  Okay?"  Ginny Adams grinned and quickly agreed.

After taking off from O'Hare International Airport, the giant
plane was climbing towards its cruising altitude.  Ginny had
already spoken to the plane's captain and received his permission
to change the film schedule slightly.  Before takeoff she ran the
usual video tape covering seat belts and emergency exits.  The
entertainment tape with the NFL game as its leader normally
followed the meal service.

Today, though, as soon as the plane's wheels were up, she
activated the cabin PA system and announced that they would be
showing highlights of the Super Bowl.  Further, she said that
they were fortunate to have with them one of the stars of the
champion Chicago Bears, Ken Bradley, and his wife of just one
day, Cathy Collins Bradley.  She concluded her remarks by saying,
"This will mean more to you after you see this tape."

The cabin was darkened and the tape began to roll.  Cathy's mouth
formed an "O" when she saw that the film was prefaced by Bob
Costas.  He talked about the game -- now history -- and commented
that they now knew something they had not fully appreciated at
the time: the importance to the Chicago Bears of the weekly touch
football games against the women.  Then he showed what he called
"the greatest single play in the history of football," Cathy's
catch off Ken's fingertips.  There was also the shot showing
Sue's passing technique compared to Mike's and to the top passers
in the history of football, as well as comparisons of style and
speed in getting the kick away between Cathy and both
placekickers and punters.  Finally, there was a shot Cathy had
never seen before.

Costas said, "I want you to watch this play carefully.  It's a
routine play from late in the game.  Cathy Collins is lined up as
a flanker.  Now she appears to be tired.  A defensive back would
conclude, 'It's late in the game, she's a decoy on the play, but
she's too tired, too cold and too wet even to go through the
motions.'  Now you see her almost jog down the field for a few
steps.  Now watch: It looks like she kicked in the afterburner
right here and blows right by Ken Bradley.  She takes another
pass right on her fingertips and flies in for a touchdown.  Nice
play, right?"

Now the camera was on Costas as the play faded off the screen. 
Answering his own rhetorical question, he said, "Wrong!  You see,
on the girls' prior play from scrimmage, you'll see her block Ken
Bradley and spring April Jefferson for a touchdown.  You see him
accidentally kick her in the ribs and you can see her wince as he
helps her to her feet.  He cracked one of her ribs on the play. 
She scored that last touchdown -- running with world-class speed
-- while playing with a cracked rib!"

Again, the game film faded from the screen leaving Costas alone
on camera.  He shook his head and said, "That's why the Bears
killed the Raiders.  Not only were the Raiders relatively easy
after playing those women, no one plays with the intensity that
they do.  They're strictly amateurs.  I should say that they're
playing for the love of the game.  I know better, though. 
They're playing for the love of the people they're playing
against.  For example, Cathy Collins will probably be married to
Ken Bradley by the time you see this tape.  Cathy and Ken: May
you be blessed with children who have just a small fraction of
the brains, ability, and courage you two display. 
Congratulations!"

The tape ended and the cabin lights came up.  Ginny Adams said,
"Now you all see what I was talking about.  Cathy and Ken, on
behalf of United Airlines and all of its people, I would like to
second the comments Bob Costas just made.  We wish you a long and
happy life together.  And, please, another Super Bowl for the
Bears next year!"  She paused and said, "I guess I should
apologize to any Raiders fans onboard.  If I forgot to say it
before, this is a Chicago-based flight crew!"

Ken just hugged Cathy and kissed her warmly.  Drinks had just
been served in first class when Ginny Adams came to their seats.
Cathy looked up at her and said, "The answer is yes, Mrs. Adams.
Now what's the question?"

Ginny reddened and said, "I'm sorry Mrs. Bradley,..."

"It's Cathy, remember?" Cathy reminded her.

The woman grinned and said, "Cathy, there's a girl in the back
we're flying out to Hawaii.  Have you ever heard of the
organization that tries to fulfil the last wish of dying
children?  Well, she's one of them.  She's a fourteen-year-old
girl named Kristin Crowley.  The doctors give her less than three
months to live.  They don't know exactly what's wrong, but the
poor kid is wasting away.  Although she's five feet seven, she
can't weigh even 80 pounds.  She indicated she wanted to see
Hawaii, so the organization is paying for her trip as her final
wish.  She asked if she could meet you.  Would you permit it?"
she asked with a warm smile.  "I think it would mean a lot to
her."

Cathy squeezed Ken's hand and said, "Of course!  My God, the poor
thing.  Can you imagine not even being fifteen years old and
finding out that your life is over?  Is there anything else we
could do for her?  Anything at all?"

Ginny Adams just shook her head slowly.  "Bob Costas really got
it right, didn't he?" she said.  "You really are very special!  I
want you to know that we consider it a real privilege to have you
with us today.  As far as doing something for Kristin, maybe you
could give her an autograph or something?"  Cathy and Ken just
nodded and Ginny went back for the girl.

The first time Cathy glimpsed Kristin Crowley her stomach turned
over.  The poor girl was a walking skeleton.  She was wearing a
nondescript sweater and skirt but they looked like they were
hanging on a scarecrow made from only a few sticks.  Ginny
brought her to the seats -- Ken was sitting on the aisle while
Cathy had the window -- and Cathy leaned across Ken with her hand
outstretched.  The girl took it in her own and Cathy cringed,
realizing it was like shaking hands with a skeleton.  All she
could feel was bone.  There seemed to be no flesh on her hand at
all; there was only bone covered with skin.

The girl's hair was blonde or brown but whatever its color, it
just hung limp and lifeless around her shoulders, while her skin
had the gray pallor of death.  Then Cathy saw the girl's eyes. 
They were the most incredible blue Cathy had ever seen.  Now set
deep in their skeletal sockets, they were so dark, they were
almost a royal purple.  The other feature was that there was fire
blazing behind them.

After they had shaken hands, Ginny said, "Mrs. Bradley, this is
Kristin Crowley.  She says she has become a fan of yours since
she saw the Super Bowl last week."  Having made the introduction,
she was standing behind the girl and indicated in pantomime that
she wanted to speak to Cathy.

"Before you get too comfortable, Kristin, would you let me out of
here for a moment?  Why don't you sit in my seat and look out the
window?  We're flying over some interesting cloud formations." 
She climbed out of the seat and Kristin took her place.  She
walked toward the first-class lavatories and then let Ginny catch
up to her when they were out of the girl's earshot.  She looked
at the woman attentively and waited.

"Cathy, I don't know what to say.  Did you notice her eyes? 
They're the only part of her that even looks alive.  Did you see
it?"

"Indeed I did," Cathy replied.  "There's a fire that's still
burning inside.  That girl is trying to make it still!"  Tears
came to her eyes as she said it.  Then she saw that Ginny was
shaking her head.

"That's exactly it, Cathy!  When she boarded the flight her eyes
were at least as dead as the rest of her.  When she saw the tape,
she started to show some life, but she was still out of it when I
asked if she might like to meet you.  That's when the fire
appeared.  What should we do, do you suppose?"

"The center-section aisle seat is free," Cathy noted.  She
reached in her purse and took out her checkbook.  "What's the
fare difference between what she's paying and first class?  I'll
give you a check and she can ride in Ken's seat.  He can take the
seat across the aisle.  How does that sound?"

The attendant shook her head and said, "It sounds like Cathy
Collins, is what it sounds like.  The fact is that Kristin is
flying free.  United is covering it."  She smiled and added, "And
since it's kind of hard to board additional passengers while
we're cruising at 41,000 feet on a nonstop flight, it's safe to
say that the aisle seat will stay empty for this trip.  It will
go as an involuntary upgrade to first class."  She extended her
hand and said, "Cathy, this has been a real pleasure.  You're
certainly a wonderful human being!"  Then her face showed concern
and she asked, "But what about you?  How's your rib?  You
certainly don't act injured."

"I guess I'm quick to heal," she replied with a grin.  "I
survived my wedding night and the loss of my virginity without a
qualm, so I guess it's fine now.  But thank you for asking."

"You were a virgin until _last night?"_ Ginny exclaimed.  "My
God!  I guess I didn't know the half of it.  Let's play it by
ear, shall we?"

When she returned to her seat she quickly whispered to Ken what
she had in mind.  He did her one better.  To Kristin's surprise,
Ken picked her up, sat down in the window seat and placed her
across his lap.  She was surprised, but then instantly very
pleased.  In spite of her condition, she actually looked happy.

"There's a parking charge for sitting on my lap, though, Kris,"
he said.  "Do people call you Kris, by the way, or do you prefer
something else.

The girl positively beamed.  Again, though, Cathy cringed because
the girl's smile was so akin to a skeleton's.  Then she said in a
beautifully modulated soft voice, "They don't, Mr. Bradley, but
it really sounds neat.  Please do call me Kris.  But what's the
parking charge?"

"It's a kiss," he replied.  "But you better be careful and not
make it too good.  We only got married yesterday and I think
Cathy could get pretty jealous."

The girl smiled.  It was the first genuinely happy smile they had
seen.  She put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on
the lips.  Then she pulled away saying, "I guess I had better try
to put on some weight in a hurry.  Kissing me must be like
kissing a skeleton!"  In spite of the truth in her words, Ken had
sensed real love in her childish kiss.  Then she said, "Could...
Would it be possible for me to get Mrs. Bradley's autograph,
though, before I have to go back to my seat?"

"Kris," Cathy said softly, "This is your seat.  It's been
changed.  You'll be flying up here with us.  I... I hope you
don't mind?"

Suddenly Kris beamed.  "Me?  Up here?  With you?  Oh, Mrs.
Bradley!  That will be wonderful!"

"Kris, would you please do us both a favor?  Neither Ken nor I
are that much older than you are.  Would you please call him Ken
and me Cathy.  Please?"

The girl was struck virtually speechless.  Then Cathy had an
idea.  She pushed the attendant call button and Ginny came at a
run.  Kris was talking to Ken so she was not paying attention as
Cathy spoke to the stewardess quickly.  Ginny just smiled and
nodded.  She left and was back a few moments later with a big
platter of hors d'oeuvres that she set on the tiny table
separating the two first-class seats.  Ken picked one up and fed
it to Kris.  The girl just wriggled in his lap with excitement
and ate it.  He began to play a game with her.  When she went to
take a bite, he yanked it back out of her reach.  Cathy smiled
warmly at Ken and winked when Kris' attention was diverted.  She
formed the words, "You're a terrific guy!  Thank you!"  He just
returned the wink and continued his game.

Again Cathy excused herself and met an elated Ginny Adams who was
talking to the plane's captain.  She performed the introductions
and Captain Harding said, "Mrs. Bradley... Cathy... I can't thank
you and your husband enough.  Mrs. Adams has just told me what
you're doing for that poor girl... and on your honeymoon, too. 
Well, I was impressed with what I saw on the Super Bowl broadcast
last week, but it's apparent that Bob Costas doesn't know the
half of it.  I guess you heard what Mrs. Adams said about
welcoming you on our flight?  After what you're doing now, all I
can say is truer words have never been spoken.  It is indeed a
privilege for us to have you both with us today!"

"I have a favor to ask," Cathy said diffidently.  "What, exactly,
are the arrangements for that poor girl in Hawaii?  Do youknow?"

The two crew members looked at each other and shook their heads.
Ginny replied, "I don't know what the specific arrangements for
Kristin are, but I do know how it generally works.  We provide
transportation, a hotel provides a room and meals, the tourist
board gets involved...  You know the drill.  Normally an adult --
the mother or father -- comes along, too.  But because Kristin is
alone, I don't know what they'll do with her.  But why do you
ask?"

Cathy swallowed hard.  She hadn't even said a word to Ken, but
she thought she knew him pretty well.  She straightened her back
and said, "Ken and I would like Kris to stay with us.  We have a
suite at the hotel on Maui and will be out in the islands for at
least three weeks.  I know it's an imposition and it may not even
be possible, but could you radio ahead to Honolulu and get
permission?  Or wherever you have to get permission from?"

The woman's jaw dropped as she heard Cathy's proposal.  Turning
to Harding she said, "Captain, this girl is out of her mind!  She
and Ken Bradley were only married yesterday, and she was a
_virgin_ on her wedding night!  Could you imagine having a kid on
your honeymoon?  It's absurd!"

Harding had been listening to Ginny but watching Cathy.  "Mrs.
Adams," he replied, "Normally I would agree with you, but I think
this situation is different.  I watched the Super Bowl last week.
 Do you know what I saw?  I saw a truly remarkable human being,
and I don't mean just in an athletic sense."  He looked at Cathy
and said, "If you really want to, I can guarantee the full
cooperation of United Airlines.  But are you sure you really want
to do it?"

Cathy nodded her head and said, "I'm sure!" _Oh God!_  she
thought, _Ken's going to have my head!  And that's only if I'm
lucky!  Catherine Collins Bradley, will you ever learn to keep
your big mouth shut?_  Harding headed back up to the flight deck
to send the messages while she returned to her seat.

Kris was smiling more freely now and still sitting across Ken's
lap.  He was continuing the game of feeding her and she seemed to
be having a wonderful time. _Here goes nothing!_  Cathy thought
as she sat down again.  Kris looked up and smiled warmly as she
did.  "Kris, what do they have planned for you in Hawaii?  Do you
know?" Cathy asked.

"Not really, Mrs. Bradley... oops!  I mean Cathy."  The girl's
face seemed to fall as she continued, "I guess...  That's a lie!
I _know_ I haven't been doing much of anything for over a year. 
All I know is I'm scheduled to be out there for four days.  But
why do you ask?"

"Because Ken and I would like you to stay with us instead, Kris.
We're going to be out here for at least three weeks just soaking
up the sun and playing.  Ken will be off for a while practicing
for the Pro Bowl.  We can see the game and Heaven knows, you
could use some sun.  Would you like to be with us?"

Reluctantly, Cathy looked up at Ken expecting to see an
expression of amazement on his face -- or much worse.  Instead he
gave Kris a gentle hug, winked at her, and said, "Cathy and I
talked about it before the stewardess brought you up here, Kris,
and we would love to have you join us.  It could be a lot of fun
for you.  Would you care to put up with us?  We have a suite
overlooking the ocean that I think you'll really like."

The girl's jaw had dropped and she was shaking her head rapidly.
"That's impossible!  I heard Mrs. Adams.  She said you're out
here on your honeymoon.  The idea of having a little twerp on a
honeymoon has to be the most ridiculous thing in the world!"  She
turned and kissed Ken warmly and then leaned over to kiss Cathy,
too.  She said, "It's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for
me, though.  Thank you for inviting me, but you can see that it's
quite impossible."

Cathy could feel the lump in her throat listening to this dying
child.  She realized that, although Kris was only fourteen, she
had a maturity far beyond her years.  She reached out and took
the girl's skeletal hands in hers and mentally winced as she held
them.  She said, "Kris, you must!  I have this big lug for the
rest of our lives... and we're planning on living a long, long
time.  Please help us?  We want you to stay with us very much.  I
think it will be fun.  Please?"

The girl looked at Cathy and studied her eyes, then repeated the
process with Ken.  She slowly shook her head from side to side
and murmured softly, "I don't believe you two!  I just don't.  No
one could do what you're offering to do, but you're both serious,
aren't you?  You really want me to stay with you."  Again she
shook her head but then smiled a wondrous smile saying, "Well, if
you two are nuts, I might as well be, too.  Okay, Cathy and Ken,
I would be happy to stay with you on your _honeymoon,_ for gosh
sakes.  No!  I'll be ecstatic to stay with you.

"I can't tell you how you make me feel right now.  I feel... I
feel like things that are dead inside me are starting to come
back to life."  Then she leaned back against Ken's arms and
closed her eyes.  They thought she had gone to sleep, but she
continued to speak with her eyes closed.  "It was terrible," she
said.  "Mom, Dad, my brother, Steve, and I were coming home from
a football game.  It was a night game and I guess I fell asleep
in the car.  The next thing I knew, I was in the hospital and my
family were all dead.  I think I heard it was a drunken driver,
but I'm not too sure.  You see, I really died that night, too. 
It just took awhile for my body to get the message."

She opened her eyes and they saw they were gleaming with tears. 
She said, "It's one hell of a responsibility you're taking on,
you know?  You're trying to bring me back from the dead.  But I
guess it's too late to back out now."  She smiled softly and
said, "Cathy, could you do me a tremendous favor?"

"Of course, Kris!" she replied quickly.  "Anything.  What do you
want?"

"Would you... Could you... brush my hair?  I Know I look like a
walking skeleton, only I'm even more ugly than that.  Of course,
you and Ken... well, you're just the most perfect people the good
Lord ever created!  It's going to take awhile to get back in
shape, but maybe my hair could look a little better for astart."

Cathy could feel her own tears slowly running down her cheeks. 
With a lump in her throat she said, "Of course, Kris, but... but,
look.  I happen to know that there are few things my husband
loves more than brushing a woman's hair.  Would you allow him to?
 Or at least to start on it?"

Kris actually jumped with surprise and turned quickly to look at
Ken.  His head was nodding vigorously.  He winked and said,
"Could I try, Kris?  Please?"

When Ginny Adams came in response to Cathy's call, her eyes
widened in amazement as she saw the life in Kristin's face and
heard the request.  A few minutes later she was back with all of
the things the girl had left at her seat.  They found an unused
hair brush in her carry-on bag.  Ken took it and began to gently
brush the girl's hair.  Remarkably, it began to shine with golden
glints and appeared to take on some body.  When she finally
decided that Ken really did like brushing it, she began to make
happy sounds as the brush ran through her hair in a near-sensuous
fashion.  As he was finishing, the cart came around with the meal
service.  Ken still wouldn't allow her off his lap.  He insisted
on feeding her as if she were only four instead of fourteen.

Kris knew he was teasing her but she loved it.  It was very slow
going because her stomach had shrunk so much.  She could only eat
very small bites and had to chew them excessively.  There was
more than enough time for Ken to eat his own meal and still feed
her at the same time.  When the meal was over, he carried her to
the seat across the aisle, reclined it to its near-horizontal
position, put a pillow under her head and covered her with a
blanket.  Then he softly kissed her full on the lips.  When he
did, her hand reached around his neck to hold him while she
returned his kiss with love.  He whispered, "Good night, darling.
 Sleep tight."  Then he returned to his seat, while Cathy had
retaken her original seat by the window.

"Darling," he said, "that was probably the nicest wedding present
a guy has ever received.  You know something?  We may be making a
difference with that girl.  She's actually taking an interest in
things again.  I think she's going to make it, thanks to my
wonderful wife."  He looked at her and added, "Darling, I've been
thinking about it and decided that marrying you quickly was the
smartest thing I have ever done in my life.  The more I get to
know you, the more wonderful you become.  On the other hand, if
you had waited even three months and got to know what I'm really
like, I wouldn't have had a chance.  My only chance -- and it
worked -- was to marry you before you could find out the truth!"

"You're really not mad," Cathy asked skeptically.  "Any other man
would be hanging his wife by her hair or by her cunt!  Are you
absolutely sure?"

"Of course I'm sure.  Know something else?  I think I heard you
say to someone that we see the world in similar ways.  You're
right, of course," he said with a loving smile.  "That's what you
did, wasn't it?  You thought it was the right thing to do and you
bet on your judgment that I would see it the same way.  Right?"

She leaned over and kissed him warmly.  She was still locked in
his embrace when Ginny Adams came by and whispered, "Knock off
that shit, would you _please!_  What do you think this is,
anyway?  There's an innocent young girl trying to sleep right
across the aisle."  Then she grinned and said, "In spite of what
you think, I _was_ young once, too.  Look, this plane is set up
for trans-Pacific service.  It carries a relief-crew berth below
and forward.  How about if you two go and renew acquaintances
while I watch Sleeping Beauty?  Want to?"

"Oh, Ginny, could we?" Cathy replied eagerly.  "But won't you get
into trouble with the Captain or something?"

Ginny laughed and said, "With Captain Harding?  Surely, you jest!
 He would give Cathy Bradley _anything_ up to and including this
nice shiny new Boeing 747 on request."  She grinned and said,
"Come on!  I'll show you where to go."  Then she shook her head
and said, "Incidentally, it's all set for you to have Kris stay
with you.  However, her doctor at the Mayo Clinic asked for you
to call him.  There's a phone on the bulkhead forward if you want
to call him now."

Cathy made the call.  The doctor told her that the doctors had
been unable to find anything physically wrong with Kristin
Crowley.  They decided that she just didn't want to go on living.
 "Mrs. Bradley," he said, "I think it has something to do with
the whole family thing.  Her father and mother were both on the
faculty of a small school here in Minnesota, Carleton College. 
They only joined the faculty that fall and had only been in town
about a month.  There is no other family left alive, and because
of the move, the family had no close friends in this area,
either.  She just wants to die and she was doing a very good job
of making it happen."

"Doctor," Cathy said, "there's something you should know, then. 
I graduated from Carleton last June.  Now I remember a family
that had been wiped out in the fall of my senior year.  Was Mrs.
Crowley on the English faculty?"

"I think she was," the doctor replied.  "Why do you ask?"

"Because I had her for a course.  Of course, it had only met a
couple of times before she was killed, but I remember thinking
that she was a tremendous addition to our faculty.  She was smart
as hell, really knew her field, and was a remarkably effective
teacher because she struck me as a very warm and happy person. 
And she was Kristin's mother!  The poor kid."  She thought for a
moment and then asked, "Doctor, there's one more thing.  You
should know that my husband and I are on our honeymoon. 
Should... Would... Sex?..."

She heard laughter at the other end of the phone.  "Mrs. Bradley,
what is sex?  It's basically the creation of new life, isn't it?
If she saw you two together, I don't think it could possibly hurt
and could help.  Is that what you were getting at?"

Cathy said that was exactly what she was concerned about and
thanked him for his understanding.

He added, "This isn't going to sound too professional, Mrs.
Bradley, but I saw you and your husband on the Super Bowl
broadcast last week.  I remember thinking how beautiful you are,
how handsome he is, and how much in love you both are.  Frankly,
I think being around a handsome, loving couple like you two could
do that girl a world of good.  Good luck!"

She thanked him for the flattering comments and then hung up,
found Ken, and followed Virginia Adams to the bunk room.  Ginny
winked salaciously as she carefully closed the compartment
door.*Chapter 51*

After changing planes at Honolulu, they went on to Maui, picked
up their reserved rental car and drove to Kapalua on the
northwest corner of the island.  Kris was sound asleep when they
arrived so Ken carried her in his arms up to their suite,
realizing as he did how little she weighed.  After Cathy pulled
down the bedcovers for her in the suite's second bedroom, he
gently laid her on the bed and left the room.  Cathy sat on the
bedside and began to undress her.  It was not surprising that the
girl's clothes fit like a scarecrow's -- no one produced clothing
for skeletons.  When the clothes were off her -- she was so
painfully light, Cathy had no trouble moving or lifting her --
she nearly got sick.  She thought for a moment and ran for Ken.

When he returned to the bedroom, he looked at the girl and almost
cried.  There was nothing there except skin over bone. 
Obviously, the body had metabolized virtually all of its muscle
mass to use as nutrient.  She did have the tiniest protrusion
caused by her belly being filled with the food she had been
eating almost constantly while she had been awake.  He just shook
his head and retreated from the room.  Cathy carefully covered
the nude body, kissed her softly, and withdrew.

That night their lovemaking reached new heights.  When she was
lying with her head on his shoulder, she looked at him and shook
her head sadly.  "Darling, you don't have a cock.  You have a
huge piece of steel pipe that utterly reams my insides."  She
looked at him and smiled wryly, "Does that mean I'll always be
leaking, do you suppose?  Will I be so stretched down there I
won't be able to hold anything in?"  Then she answered her own
question: "Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough because I
only exist to have you in my cunt, my darling.  Isn't that an
awful thing to say?  But it's really true."

Ken just held her tight and asked, "Seriously, Cathy, how are you
feeling?  I do worry.  I guess I am pretty big and I couldn't
bear to hurt you."

She leaned over and curled his toes with her kiss.  "Darling,
you're the maiden's dream.  My feelings and sensations are so
exquisite... and you're learning so fast how to control me and
control yourself... that you're a dream come true.  Right now I
hurt so deliciously in my groin.  The muscles there all ache, I
feel stretched, I hurt, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. 
Nothing!  Darling, I adore you."  He kissed her and then turned
out the light.

Much later, Cathy became aware in the deepest reaches of her
sleep that someone else was in the bed beside her.  She felt the
sweetest kiss on her lips then snuggled even closer to Ken and
fell back into her deep sleep.

The next morning she squeezed Ken's hand that was cupping her
breast.  He was awake instantly and rolled over between her
thighs and soon was entering her already-soaking cunt.  When he
reached his deepest penetration, she raised her legs, put them
around his neck and loosely linked her ankles together.  She
screamed each time she felt his huge balls smack into her bottom.
 His cock felt so long inside her she was sure his tip had
reached her stomach.  All she felt were his very long and steady
strokes when he almost completely withdrew and then buried his
shaft to the hilt.

When her arms started to flail she was dimly aware of striking
something on the bed but at that point she was beyond caring
about anything other than the glorious sensations in her cunt. 
She came and came again, and yet again, finally reaching the
continuous orgasm that was almost unheard of in the world but
standard behavior among her friends.  Finally she could feel
Ken's cock begin to throb.  Fighting it, she was determined to
retain consciousness so she could feel her vagina working to milk
him of every drop of his wonderful warm fluid.  He came in a
flood and she screamed at his cuming and her own massive
explosion that he triggered.  Although everything turned gray,
she didn't pass out.  Rather, she could feel the wonderful
sensation of her loins pulsating in an effort to drain him dry. 
Finally, when he collapsed on top of her, she hugged him tightly
and caressed his back.

Ken moved down between her thighs and began to lick up the
mixture of succulent juices she was leaking out on the bed.  The
sensation of his tongue and his teasing of her clit almost
instantly triggered more small orgasms.  Finally, he crawled back
to the top of the bed and put her head on his shoulder once
again.

They both jumped when they heard, "That was _so_ beautiful!" 
Kristin lifted her head out from under the covers and said, "No
wonder they call it making love.  Can... Will... If I get better
and grow up, will a man do that to me someday, do you suppose?" 
Amazingly, they saw her grin and say, "If the doctors had told me
I could have that to look forward to, I might not have pulled out
the IV tubes all the time."  Then the girl crawled out from under
the covers and knelt on the bed, looking first at Cathy and then
at Ken.

She just shook her head and said, "Cathy, you're a goddess!  I
have never seen such a perfect body.  May... May I touch you? 
Please?"

Cathy didn't know what to expect but said, "Of course, Kris. 
Touch away."

The girl moved close, still kneeling on the bed, and ran her
fingertips over Cathy's body in the lightest, most tender way
imaginable.  She dwelt particularly on her breasts as she cupped
them, stroked them, and felt her nipples.  The sensation caused
Cathy to wriggle even closer against Ken.  She murmured, "You're
hired, Kris.  You can just keep doing what you're doing forever
and ever.  It feels absolutely delicious!"

The girl was much more tentative with Ken.  All she could bring
herself to do was to run her fingers gently through the hair on
his chest.  As she did, she exclaimed at its coarseness.  Cathy
said, "Honey, that's...  Hell, I'll show you what that's for."

She climbed on Ken and lay face-down on his chest.  Then, raising
herself enough so that only her nipples were in contact with his
chest hair, she began slowly to rotate her chest.  The contact
between her nipples and his hair soon had her nipples in
pulsating, highly sensitive erections.

"Are you finished playing, yet?" Ken asked in a bored tone of
voice.  Looking at him, she could see his eyes were dancing as he
asked.

She just stuck out the tip of her tongue and said acidly, "Since
you ask, the answer is no!  I'm still having fun."

Kris just shook her head in amazement.  Finally she said, "Cathy,
that really does look like it's a lot of fun.  Is it really?"

"Sure is," she replied.  "Kris, it's a way we have of sensitizing
our tits by causing our nipples to become as hard as little
pebbles through the friction against the man's coarse chest hair.
 Then she stopped, lowered herself to Ken's chest, leaned down,
kissed him passionately, and then said, "But as for you, young
lady, what you just saw could send Ken and me to prison for
contributing to the delinquency of a minor or something.  Maybe
it's child abuse.  All I know is you're not supposed to be in
here when he's doing those things with me."  Then she looked at
Kris strangely and said, "Did you come in here in the middle of
the night?  And kiss me?"

"I guess so," the girl admitted.  "I didn't mean to wake you up,
though.  I'm sorry if I did."

"You didn't.  I was still asleep.  Except I have this dim memory
of a wonderful kiss in the middle of the night.  Why did you come
in, Kris?"

"Because I've been alone for so long," the girl replied sadly. 
"I guess that's all there is to it."

As Kristin knelt on the bed the extent of her starvation was
painfully apparent.  It was easy to count each rib.  In her
forearms there was a distinct separation between the two bones,
while her thigh was not much bigger than her femur bone itself. 
It didn't appear that the tall girl weighed even 70 pounds.  Of
course, she had no breasts.  There was just a small patch of
light-brown pubic hair.  Cathy was close to tears just looking at
the girl.  She took the opportunity to tell Kris that she had had
her mother as a teacher at Carleton.  Then she said, "Kris, you
need to eat and just keep eating.  I don't think it matters what
you eat as long as you do.  What would you like to have for
breakfast?"

"How would it be if I have two of whatever you two are having? 
Would that make you feel better?  I know the object is to stuff
me, roast me, and serve me instead of a leg of lamb for Easter."
She grinned wryly and said, "Your work is cut out for you,
though.  I don't think there's enough of me now even to make a
light snack for Ken... and that's only if he gnawed on all the
bones."

"Damn!" Cathy exclaimed while squeezing Ken's hand.  "How do you
suppose she found out about Easter?"  Kris then leaned forward
and softly kissed Cathy full on the lips.

* * *

On Tuesday Ken flew over to Oahu to join the NFC All Pro team to
practice for the Pro Bowl.  The girls were going over the next
day.  In the meantime, based on arrangements made before the
wedding, the girls were all going to meet on the nude beach since
Mike, Kevin, and Ron were all appearing in the Pro Bowl, too.

Kris entered Cathy's bedroom and just stood there.  Cathy looked
at her and started to laugh.  The girl had crossed her eyes, had
her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth, and was
scratching an armpit like a monkey.  "What do you think you're
doing, young lady?" Cathy asked.

"Cath, I really did a job, didn't I?  I just took a look at
myself in the mirror and almost threw up.  Could we turn them all
backward to face the wall, do you suppose?"  The girl's face fell
and she ran to Cathy's arms.  "How can you and Ken stand to look
at me?" she whispered.  "You two have bodies that belong in a
museum.  But me?  Good grief!  Look, could I just stay in the
room and read a book or something?  Having to look at me meets
any sane person's definition of cruel and unusual punishment!"

"It serves you right!" Cathy said sternly.  "Maybe you might
learn something.  As you said, you did it, so you live with it! 
Maybe it might encourage you to do something about it."  Cathy
took the girl back in her arms and said, "That was terribly
unfair, wasn't it?  You were working out in the club yesterday
and I don't know how you did what you did.  You weren't moving
much weight but you were moving some.  With what, I don't know,
but you were.  Kris, you have no muscles.  How did you do it?"

The girl grinned and said with a question in her voice, "With
tendons?  I guess it's about the only thing I hadn't metabolized
yet."

Cathy was intrigued at the change in Kris in less than two days.
Looking at her she wanted to cry, and yet what emerged was a girl
with a delightful sense of humor.  Moreover, she was clearly very
smart.  She had learned that Kris had become a self-taught expert
in the mechanics of starvation.  Cathy had been in tears as the
girl had told her earlier in the morning of clinically evaluating
her own physical destruction.  Her comment about the IV was also
painfully true.  Now Cathy knew exactly how she had done it and
how she had convinced the medical people -- even the experts at
Mayo -- that she was suffering from some unknown disease.  She
had systematically defeated all of their efforts to introduce
nutrients into her body.

When Kris realized that Cathy was not going to let her stay in
the room she grinned and said, "Okay, then, but I'll get even! 
Instead of an Easter feast, I'll only provide some sun-dried skin
and bones."  She stuck out her tongue and said, "But that's your
problem!" and scampered out of the room.

Again, Cathy just shook her head.  She really couldn't understand
how the girl could move, let alone run.

They were both wearing the hotel's white terry robes when they
went to the beach.  Before leaving the room Cathy made sure she
had a supply of the most protective sun screen available to cover
Kris's body.  Again, there was Kris's sardonic humor: "Don't
worry about it, Cath.  There are only a couple of square inches
left.  And heck, if I lie on my side, I completely disappear!"

Cathy found most of the other girls were already on the beach,
waiting.  She introduced the girl to Kelly, Sue and April.  When
she looked at April, she couldn't resist teasing her.  "And what,
exactly, are you doing out here?  I thought that was the big
advantage of your permanent tan?"

April just grinned and stuck out her tongue.  "Are you going to
introduce me, too?" she asked.  Putting out her hand she said,
"Kristin, I'm April Jackson.  I'm the affirmative-action girl
around here."  She looked at Kris and just shook her head. 
"Well, I guess there's always the exception that proves the
rule," she said thoughtfully.  "You've heard the line, 'a woman
can't ever be too thin?'  Kris, I think you just proved them
wrong.  Honey, you definitely took your diet too far!"  When she
saw tears flowing from the girl's eyes, April took her in her
arms and just hugged her.

"Mrs. Jackson, you're too much!" Kris said softly.  "I can feel
your breasts against my ribs.  It must feel awful to you, but
they feel so wonderful to me.  You... You're so... full!"

"Ridiculously overdeveloped is the phrase you were searching
for," Cindy said as she joined the group.  "And you're much too
polite for this crowd, Kris.  The word is tits, as in big tits. 
I'm Cindy Burke, Kris, and I'm very happy to meet you.  But with
respect to what April was saying, aren't you nearly there with
your diet?  I mean...  You could possibly spare another pound or
two, but..."

"Can I just please apologize to all of you right now?" Kris said,
moving away from April.  Tears began to flow from her eyes, but
her head was still up straight as she continued, "If I had ever
seen women like you... the love in your eyes, the look of...
fulfillment!  My God, I have never seen a happier group of women
in my life!  I know what torture it is for you to have to look at
me.  I really wanted just to stay in the room so I wouldn't have
to inflict myself on you, but Cathy insisted.  And she's so much
stronger than I am now, there wasn't anything I could do.  She's
a bully, too.  Anyway, I'm truly happy to meet you all."  There
was not a dry eye in the group as they listened to the poor
girl's words.

Cathy carefully put sun screen on Kris's very pale body.  The
girls talked about the trip and their first experience with their
husbands.  Kelly, as usual, was the comedienne.  "Just think!"
she said, "I can use that glorious bed tonight... to sleep!"

The girls all laughed.  They soaked up the sun and swam.  Kris
just watched and listened.  She had never encountered a group of
people like them before.  They were uniformly beautiful,
athletic, and funny.  The teasing among them was continuous.  She
found she loved just lying on her towel and listening to them. 
Remarkably, they were all as much at home in the water as they
were on land.  They moved with incredible power and grace through
the water, reminding her of playful porpoises.  They seemed to be
just as fast, as graceful, and as full of fun.

Finally, she rose from her towel and with some trepidation, went
towards the water herself.  Although she was concerned about a
lack of buoyancy -- there was no fat at all on her body -- she
went in anyway.  Cathy was swimming well out from the shore with
the other girls when she saw Kris coming down the beach toward
the water.  She powered her way toward the beach and then caught
a wave that she used to body-surf the rest of the way in. 
Pulling her hair away from her face, she waded over to where Kris
had been watching open-mouthed.  "What's so strange?" Cathy
asked.

"You!" the girl replied.  "You came in on that wave using your
body as a surfboard.  How did you do it?"

Looking back at the surf, Cathy shook her head and grinned.  "I
have no idea," she replied "But it seemed like a good way to get
back to shore fast.  And it was!"  Then she grinned and added,
"It's a good thing this is the nude beach.  If I'd been wearing a
bikini that wave would have taken it off, anyway!"  Then she
looked at Kris and said, "Now, the reason for my visit: What in
hell do you think you're doing?  We have an investment in you
now.  You go in the water in your condition and you'll get
yourself killed!"

"No I won't," was the reply, "but I do feel a lot better about
going in with you close by."  With that, Kris dove head-first
into an incoming wave.  Cathy had her heart in her throat until
she saw Kris emerge, shake her head and pull her hair back. 
Then, miraculously, she actually began to swim.  Cathy dove in
again and swam out to join her.  When she reached the girl, Kris
was smiling brightly and said, "Cath, this water is _wonderful!_
I could spend the rest of my life in it!"

They stayed at the beach for hours and then returned to their
rooms.  The next day they all flew over to Oahu and went out to
the University of Hawaii football stadium where the Pro Bowl
teams were practicing.  In response to a strange call to Sue from
Mike Ditka, they all brought short shorts.*Chapter 52*

The girls were all wearing sun dresses when they went out on the
field to watch the practice.  "Where are your uniforms?" were the
first words Ditka spoke to them.  "Didn't you get the word?  Now
get your tails into the women's locker and change, damn it. 
You'll find turf shoes that fit at your lockers."

The girls were startled but followed an assistant trainer to a
room with a sign saying, NFC Women's Lockers.  Going in, they
found a locker room with each of their names above a locker. 
Cindy had come along for laughs since Dan had some kind of
business to take care of in Honolulu, but she wasn't laughing
when she saw a name tag that read, Cynthia Burke, over it.  She
put on her shorts and the special shoes with a tread adapted to
the requirements of the artificial turf on the stadium floor. 
There were also Chicago Bears T-shirts for them to wear along
with their white shorts.  They changed and returned to the field
and Mike Ditka.

While he was waiting for them, he was talking to Kris who was
sitting on the bench, watching.  Ken Bradley had quickly filled
Ditka in on Kris's condition and background.  Cathy felt a lump
in her throat as she saw the coach, a member of the Hall of Fame
as a tight end, talking quietly to the poor girl.  Kris had a
look of adoration in her eyes.

He left Kris and joined her.  "Coach Ditka, that was awfully nice
of you.  Did you see the look in her eyes?  She absolutely adores
you!"

"Me!" he exclaimed in surprise.  "Cathy, you have to be thinking
of three other people.  No one could be that stupid!  Everyone
knows I eat little kids for breakfast."  Then he looked
embarrassed and said, "And besides, I have a daughter that age
myself.  The poor kid!"  Cathy winked at him and he said, "Now,
Bradley, get your tail over there with the kickers.  This is the
day I get revenge.  We all know you can kick barefoot, but I
fixed you!  Today you have to wear shoes!"

Cathy walked over to where the punter and the placekicker were
practicing and just stood watching them.  The punter, Sean
Landeta from the Giants, saw her and recognized her from the TV
coverage of the Super Bowl.  Thinking he would have some fun, he
motioned her over and asked if she would like to take a couple of
snaps.  Cathy swallowed hard, thinking that this was like a real
game.  They even had a special center -- termed a long snapper --
to center the ball.  He was centering from the fifteen yard line,
while she was positioned at the goal line.  Earlier she noticed
that the wind -- the normal Hawaiian trade winds -- was blowing
steadily from the east and she was kicking into it.  Because of
the wind, the kick returners -- there were two of them -- were
side by side at about the forty-five yard line.

Taking the first snap, she boomed the ball in the same way she
had ten days earlier.  She looked up and saw them racing backward
as the nose of the ball turned down to give her punt extra
distance.  It landed at the opposite forty yard line and
continued to roll.  The Giant punter just shook his head thinking
anyone can get lucky once in a while.  She continued to take the
snaps and continued to boom the ball.  After a few minutes the
special-teams coach came over and introduced himself.  He, too,
was from the New York Giants.  They moved up the field as he
asked them to try putting some out of bounds.  The center
positioned himself at the thirty-five yard line and they
positioned themselves at mid-field.  Sean Landeta, went first. 
His kicks went out of bounds between the five- and fifteen-yard
lines, although four rolled into the end zone for touchbacks.

When Cathy took her turn, she put eight straight out of bounds
between the goal line and the five.  Most hit first on the field
and bounced out, while one hit right on the sideline and the rest
were low enough for an official to easily spot the point where
the ball went out of bounds.  Landeta's head was down as he went
to the sidelines.  Then she was asked to do some placekicking. 
She started off at extra-point range and moved steadily backwards
up the field.  Cathy found she loved the physical and mental
challenge of kicking.  She didn't miss until the line of
scrimmage was at mid-field, when a gust of wind took the ball
just to the left of the upright.  Finally, they changed direction
and she started kicking with the wind at her back.  This time she
made three straight field goals from sixty yards away.  By this
time sweat was pouring from her body and she jogged over to the
sideline to get some Gatorade.

Meanwhile, Ditka was having some fun with his defensive
secondary.  He drafted Cindy into the game over her violent
objection that she had never touched a football in her life.  He
just said that was tough.  Since she was Cindy and they were
Cindy's Slaves, she could damn well play football.

When the girls were taken by Ditka to where the defense was
practicing, Ron Jackson saw them coming and grinned.  "Guys," he
said, "there's no reason why I should have all the fun.  Since
I've done this before, I'm just going to watch!"  With that he
signaled for a backup to come in for him while he went to the
sidelines to introduce himself to Kristin, the girl he had heard
so much about.

After introducing himself he suggested they go up in the stands a
bit to get a better view of the field.  He was going to carry
her, but incredibly she climbed high up into the stands by
herself.  Sitting next to her, he told her what was happening on
the field.  "The girls are lined up in a slot-left formation. 
Kelly's on the line and April is inside her and behind.  Cindy is
on the right.  Now we'll see what happens."

What happened was that Kelly went down ten yards and angled
right, taking the cornerback with her.  Meanwhile, April,
following Kelly down, turned on a burst of speed straight down
the field when Kelly cut over.  Sue had apparently had her eyes
locked on Cindy on the right side, but then unleashed a pass that
caught April in full stride as she went in for the touchdown. 
The remaining defender was left in her wake.  He hadn't been able
to keep up with her.

Ron was laughing as he watched his teammates from the other NFC
teams run ragged by the girls.  When Cathy finished her kicking
and joined as a fourth receiver, it just got worse.  With the
wind or into the wind, long, medium or short, it made no
difference.  Susan just picked them apart.  When they played very
deep, she completed passes in front of them.  But when they
cheated up toward the line, she burned them deep.  Cindy screamed
with joy when she caught her first touchdown pass.  She proved to
be as fast, quick, and sure-handed as the others.  Together with
Sue's passing, they just overwhelmed the secondary.  When Ditka
blew the whistle and called for the defense to come over, Ron
jogged down from the stands to join them.  He had been teased for
most of the previous day for being unable to pass defend against
a few girls.  When he joined the group, his first words were,
"That was fun, wasn't it?  There were just a few girls, after
all."

When practice was over, Ditka received a surprise.  Both his
kicker and punter had left the team.  He called Mike McCaskey and
then the League office.  When they objected to his plan, he
pointed out that Cathy was a party to a League contract as a
result of a payment provision Ken had inserted in his.  With the
greatest reluctance his plan was approved.  The girls were
sitting on the sidelines soaking up the sun with their men when
Ditka joined them.  There was a malicious smile on his face when
he looked at Cathy and said, "Bradley, now I really get even! 
Guess who's kicking for us on Monday?"

"Landeta and Mike Cofer," she replied, puzzled.  "Who else would?
 They're the only two you have on the squad."

"Wrong!" he said gleefully.  "I have you!  They both just quit,
so you're doing all the kicking.  Now get your tail in the locker
room.  We have to get you a full uniform and only have a couple
of days to get it.  The League office just approved it and our
equipment supplier can't wait to get your measurements in order
to produce a pro football uniform in what may be the smallest
sizes in history."  He gave Cindy a form indicating specifically
which measurements were required and exactly where they were to
be taken.

She looked it over quickly and then said, "Coach, I have one
question.  It asks for cup size.  What's that?  Cupping her
breast with her hand she added, "Do you mean?..."  Then moving it
to her groin, "Or?..."  The girls roared with laughter as Ditka
turned beet-red.

When their laughter died down, he got -- albeit ruefully -- the
last word: "Can't I even win _one?_  Sometime?"

They took Cathy's measurements and gave them to Ditka who
immediately sent a fax message to the uniform company.  The whole
group had dinner together that night with Kris continuing to eat
as much as she could.  With the cooperation of the hotels, they
had made arrangements for a refrigerated cooler to be packed with
food for Kris each day so she could nibble all day long.  With
her still-shrunken stomach, it was easier for her that way.

* * *

The kickoff for the Pro Bowl was scheduled for three in the
afternoon on Monday.  Because of the six-hour time difference
between Honolulu and the East Coast, it was a nine o'clock
television game.  The girls continued to tease Cathy mercilessly
as they helped her dress for the game.  She was wearing a blue
NFC jersey with the numeral one on the back, along with the
legend, C BRADLEY.  However, she was wearing a Chicago Bears
helmet.  In the Pro Bowl, the players wore team jerseys and pants
but used their own equipment and their own team helmets.

Before leaving the locker room Kelly insisted on putting blacking
under Cathy's eyes to reduce the sun's glare.  As she did, she
could feel Cathy start to shake.  Looking at her she dropped the
teasing and said, "Honey, this is an incredible tribute to your
skill.  Do you know why those guys squit?  Because you were so
damned much better than they were and they knew it.  You'll do
just great!"

The NFC won the toss and elected to play with the wind at their
back.  The AFC elected to receive so Cathy trotted out to put the
ball down on the tee. _Fortunately,_ she thought, _I've got the
wind, so it shouldn't be too bad._  Her kickoff was very high and
very deep.  With the wind it was carried beyond the end line on
the fly so there was no chance of a runback.

She sat beside Ken on the bench, and he kissed her softly and
then hungrily.  "I've never kissed a kicker before.  Do they all
taste as good as you?" he asked with a grin.

"You better not try to find out," she warned him and then gave
him another kiss.

Unbeknownst to them, the ABC coverage team had picked up and
tape-recorded their kiss.  Dan Dierdorf, a former offensive guard
for the Cardinals and one of the Monday Night Football
announcers, had interviewed Cathy before the game.  He didn't
know what to make of her presence on the team, but he could see
that her warmup punts and kicks were assuredly not jokes.  He had
let out a low whistle as he watched them boom off her foot.

During the first half, Mike Cassidy was the NFC quarterback and
had his two favorite receivers, Kevin Cavanaugh and Ken Bradley,
on the field with him.  Ken caught two touchdown passes and Kevin
caught one.  The result was the only kicking Cathy had to do were
extra points which she made perfectly.  Each of her kicks
precisely split the uprights.

In the third quarter, though, with a new quarterback and new
receivers on the field, the NFC attack stalled.  The ball was on
their own forty yard line, fourth down and two, when Ditka waved
her into the game.  She joined the huddle and grinned as all the
men within reach patted her bottom.  All she said was, "Thanks,
guys!" and grinned.  Back in deep punt formation, she looked at
her two wide-outs poised to dash down the field on punt coverage.
 Because the AFC did in the second half what the NFC did in the
first -- elected the wind at their backs -- Cathy was punting
into it.  She looked and decided the AFC had set up a punt return
play, figuring she couldn't kick it far into the wind.

When the ball came back to her, she saw the defenders immediately
drop back to form a blocking line for the punt returner.  Two
ends were charging at her to try to rush her kick.  Instead of
kicking though, she let out a piercing whistle, ducked to her
right to escape the onrushing lineman, and fired a pass to the
coverage man speeding downfield from the right side.  He heard
her shrill whistle, turned, and saw her pass about to settle into
his arms.  Because they were setting up for a runback, there was
no AFC player near him as he took her pass in full stride and
sped down the field untouched for the score.  Cathy was nearly
buried under the bodies of her teammates who pounded her after
the touchdown.  She grinned and jogged down the field and set up
for the extra point.  Again, she split the uprights.

Kicking off into the wind, she saw the AFC's deep receivers were
playing up.  She went to the men responsible for deep coverage on
the runback, whispered to them, and lined up to kick off.  Her
kickoff was a beauty.  It soared end-over-end high and deep down
the field.  The receivers backpedaled to receive it, but then
realized it was going over their heads.  It was too late.  The
ball hit on the goal line and was immediately covered in the end
zone by one of the NFC coverage men Cathy had whispered to. 
Again she jogged down the field to set up for the extra point
attempt and again put it through the uprights.

Still on the field, she set up for the next kickoff.  This time
the AFC receivers were standing deep in the end zone in spite of
the fact that she was kicking into a steady twenty-knot wind.  It
may have been that the NFC special teams players were tiring by
now, but they weren't as fast getting down field nor as
aggressive in picking off blockers.  Suddenly, Cathy saw a hole
open up between the blue NFC jerseys to her right.  Swallowing
hard, she flew towards the hole and was just in time to greet the
ball carrier coming through with a crushing open-field tackle at
his ankles.  Cathy got up and jogged off the field to thunderous
cheering from all the spectators.

"You _really_ know how to hurt a guy, don't you, Bradley?" was
her greeting from Mike Ditka.  "I send you out to do one simple
little thing: to kick the damned ball!  So what do you do?  You
throw a 60-yard touchdown pass, kick off for another, kick two
extra points, and stop a sure touchdown.  Christ, Bradley, what
do you have to say for yourself?"

"Sorry, Coach?" she replied with a strong question in her voice
and a grin on her face.

He gave her a hug and then said, "Are you okay, Cathy?  That was
one thing that never occurred to me: that you might have to make
a tackle.  Are you all right?"

"I wouldn't want to do it for a living, Coach, but I'm fine.  How
was the tackle, by the way?  That was another first for me."

"About what I would have expected, Cathy.  Why are you always
fishing for compliments?  It was perfect, of course."

In the last quarter of the game, Cathy added insult to injury. 
The NFC stopped an AFC drive on their own twenty-five yard line
and their field goal attempt into the wind failed.  The NFC took
possession but were then stopped at their own thirty-two yard
line and were facing a fourth-and-three situation.  Mike came
over to Cathy and said, "Okay, kid.  Air it out.  Let's see a
long one!"

Ken gave her hand a squeeze and she ran out on the field to punt
from the twenty.  This time the AFC special team was taking no
chances.  Cathy noticed that there was coverage on both of her
wide-outs and there were at least three men positioned to come
after her.  The ball came back and she really got her leg into it
just as she was hit from the side and knocked down.  There were
screams that even she could hear while she was on the ground. 
Fortunately, she wasn't hurt and the giant defensive end who had
run into her gave her a hand getting up and apologized profusely.
 She grinned and shook his hand.  To her surprise, the NFC
defense started to come out on the field, even though she knew
there was at least a five-yard, and possibly a fifteen-yard
penalty against them for either running into, or roughing, the
kicker.

She jogged off the field and was greeted by Ditka again.  "Damn
it, girl!  Knock off this shit!" he growled.

"What did I do this time, Coach?" she asked, genuinely bewildered
this time.  "You told me to air it out and I tried.  But
shouldn't we still have the ball?"

Ditka laughed and shook his head.  "I give up!  Cathy, do you
know where your punt went?"  She just shook her head.  Since she
had been flat on her back under a 300-pound end she had no idea.
"It went out-of-bounds on the one!" Ditka exclaimed.  "The
one-yard line, for Christ's sake!  That damned kick was
officially sixty-eight yards!  So we took the play, although
you're right.  There would have been a fifteen-yard penalty and a
first down, but what the hell!  Let's see how much they like
going into the wind starting from their one."  An instant later,
Ron Jackson, back in the game at safety, picked off a pass at the
AFC five and ran it in for an easy touchdown.  "Bingo!"  Ditka
yelled and pounded Cathy on the back.  "What coaching genius!  I
ask you?"

Her final play came with just two seconds remaining in the game.
The NFC had the ball at the AFC forty-yard line.  Ditka came over
and said, "Want to air it out again?  Hell, you even have the
wind."  Cathy hadn't even warmed up, but she ran out on the field
and set her mark at the NFC forty-eight yard line.  After taking
a deep breath, she just kept her head down.  As the holder took
the snap, she moved forward, driving her leg around like a whip.
She caught the ball cleanly from the hold.  The next thing she
knew, she was being lifted up high in the air by her holder, and
it was from her vantage point on his shoulder that she saw her
kick split the uprights with height to spare above the crossbar.
Her jubilant teammates carried her off the field.  Then, to her
utter consternation, she found that she had been named the game's
most valuable player and won a series of prizes that went with
the award.

That night there was a victory banquet for the NFC players. 
After dinner, Mike Ditka rose and addressed the team.  The game
had been an utter rout, with the NFC winning by more than five
touchdowns.  He said, "Guys, I want to tell you how to be a
coach.  First, you need players.  Cathy Bradley, get your trim
little bottom up here!"

Cathy hurried up to the speakers' platform and he just looked at
her and asked, "Damn it, girl, don't you understand English?" 
Then he turned back to the players and their guests and said,
"Damn it!  She should.  She was Phi Beta Kappa as an English
major.  But she obviously doesn't know that you kick with your
leg and throw with your arm.  I guess she was confused.  Anyway,
in the third period going into the wind I send her out to kick
the damned ball.  We were ahead, of course, but you could feel
the momentum of the game changing.  They had the wind and were
coming at us.  So what happens?  Cathy happens.  She completes a
touchdown pass..."  Turning to Cathy, he asked, "Did I hear a
shrill whistle?  Was that you?"

Cathy used her teeth and let out another piercing whistle and
then asked, "You mean like that?"  He nodded and shook his head
in feigned disgust.  "I guess it was, Coach.  But why do you
ask?"

"Why, Cathy?" he asked resignedly.

"I'm sorry, Coach, but I was a little embarrassed.  I still am,
as a matter of fact.  You see, I went out there and saw a couple
of things.  First, their returner was cheating up pretty close. 
Second, it was pretty clear they were concentrating on getting a
big runback off my punt.  I saw their left end and he looked like
he was more interested in making a block on the runback than
coming after me or holding up our coverage man.  Anyway, we were
in front and I thought our wide-out on the right side could get
free.  I had to whistle like that to try to get his attention,
because I didn't -- and still don't -- know his name.  Anyway, it
seemed to work okay."

"And the following touchdown?" Ditka asked.

"Oh, that was easy," she replied.  "I mean...  Well, there's no
way a woman could kick the ball deep into that wind so I saw
their deep men playing up again.  This time I did tell my guys
what was happening and they really flew down the field.  So when
I put the ball on the goal line it was really pretty easy."

"And then the tackle?"

"Well, I saw this hole open up between blue jerseys that was wide
enough to drive a truck through.  I mean...  Isn't tackling part
of the game, too?  I hope I didn't get in anybody's way, but I
thought he would have a long runback if I didn't drop him, so I
did."

Ditka just nodded.  "See, guys, it's simple if you're a Phi Beta
Kappa, I guess.  She sees we're losing momentum so what does she
do?  Instead of politely kicking the ball and trotting back to
her old coach like a good little girl, she throws a touchdown
pass.  Kicks the extra point.  Kicks off to the goal line for a
very tough touchdown -- Jones had to fall on the ball all by
himself.  Kicks the extra point.  Kicks off again.  This time
stops the ball carrier in his tracks just when he thinks there's
nothing in front of him but blue sky and the goal line... except
Cathy.  So much for his dreams.

"Is she finished?  Not Cathy.  I tell her to punt the damned
ball.  'Air it out,' I think I said.  What does she do?  She airs
it out -- sixty-eight damned official yards from scrimmage.  It
goes out of bounds at the one!  Then what?  One of her team --
sort of: Ron Jackson -- picks off a pass as pretty as you please
and walks in for another touchdown.  Then she ends it with a
sixty-two yard field goal -- one yard short of the all-time NFL
record -- that she makes with yards to spare.  All I think we can
really give her are three touchdowns, a field goal and a bunch of
extra points.  And for this they give her the MVP?  I mean... 
Really!  It's obvious to me that the judges were prejudiced
against men."

He grinned and put his arm around Cathy.  "Anyway, I want you all
to know that this joke was on me.  I know this woman has spirit,
spunk, guts and incredible ability, but even I didn't know how
much.  What do you guys think of our MVP?"

There was a thunderous cheer from the members of the NFC Pro Bowl
squad.  Then Ditka said, "Well, I guess the cat's really out of
the bag now.  I want to thank you all for playing so well and
doing such a fine job of representing your teams.  Unfortunately,
now you all know how the Bears do it.  We practice against these
women.  We never beat them, of course, but you guys are easy by
comparison.  You know something?  I also learned today what a
hell of an offensive weapon a great kicker can be.  Now if we can
only get the League to let us sign her..."

He grinned and waved at the now-cheering NFC squad and said,
"Thank you all very much and enjoy the rest of your vacation. 
We'll see you all next season!"*Chapter 53*

Vangie was pounding on Colleen's shoulder and the two women were
hugging each other, oblivious to the fact that they were both
nude.  They were in the library at Jan's watching the Pro Bowl
game and cheering for Cathy.  Vangie winced as she sat down.  Her
ass was black and blue from daily sessions with Maureen and her
paddle which had replaced the whip Jan had used on Cindy.  When
dinner was over each day, Vangie would give a recitation of her
day's mistakes and shortcomings.  Jan would determine the number
of punishment strokes and then she bent over while Maureen hit
her as hard as she could with the requisite number of blows. 
When she finished, Vangie would kiss the paddle and say, "Thank
you, Mistress Maureen, for helping me to be a better slave!"

It was only through a special dispensation from Jan that she was
watching the Pro Bowl.  For the previous two weeks -- with the
exception of the wedding -- Evangeline had been worked from dawn
to bedtime without a break.  Although she was still sleeping on
the floor in the kitchen, she was scarcely aware of it.  When she
lay on the floor and wrapped herself in her blanket, it was more
akin to losing consciousness than it was to falling asleep.

As she watched the game -- the first football game she had ever
seen -- she was so proud of Cathy!  The announcing team of Al
Michaels, Frank Gifford, and Dan Dierdorf couldn't say enough
about this remarkable woman.  Dierdorf had interviewed Cathy
before the game and it was this interview that sent Maureen
scampering to rescue Vangie from the kitchen to see it.  She was
amazed to see her daughter with the blacking under her eyes and
wearing football shoulder pads that raised her shirt nearly to
her ears.  Nevertheless, she looked exquisite.  She gaily spun
around to show Dierdorf how she had her hair pulled back in a
pony tail and how well it fit under her helmet.  She even put it
on so he could see how it looked.

During the game the announcers often referred to the interview
and to the touch football game played in the rain the day before
the Super Bowl.  Then they showed Cathy and Ken kissing on the
sidelines with the comment that they were the only
husband-and-wife combination in football history.  The tone of
voice changed dramatically in the third quarter when Cathy came
on the field to punt but threw a perfect touchdown pass instead.
Then she followed with the long kickoff over the receivers heads
and then made the tackle on the subsequent kickoff.  Dierdorf
just whistled in amazement as Cathy came knifing between blockers
to take the ball carrier down with a perfect open-field tackle at
his ankles.  They saw what Cathy herself had not seen: The ball
carrier had to be helped off the field.  He was dazed from
hitting the ground so hard.

Then there was her punt.  Vangie screamed when Cathy went down
hard, but then bounced up.  She noticed the opposing player even
trying to brush off her uniform and saw her grip his hand. 
Dierdorf said, "Now that's real sportsmanship!  Johnson got
carried away, but he's too smart to go after the punter
deliberately.  He knows the man can get seriously inured, but he
also knows that it brings the ball back for a first down.  Cathy
Bradley knows it, too, and knows it was an accident.  She puts
out her hand to shake!  Now that's class!"  They pointed out
that, in spite of the biggest rush of the game and one of the
toughest of the season, Cathy got off a sixty-eight-yard kick and
put it out of bounds at the one.

Vangie didn't really know what the announcer meant but it was
obvious that whatever it was, it was good.  Maureen did know and
started to explain the play.  Before she could though, on the
next play Ron Jackson intercepted the AFC pass and coasted in for
a touchdown.  Finally, there was the last-second field goal that
was only one yard short of the all-time NFL record for distance.
Vangie wrapped her arms around her friend and said, "Colly, I'm
so happy for her!  She was wonderful!"  Suddenly her face fell
and she jumped off the sofa and left the room.

When she returned, she had the paddle and she gave it to Maureen
saying, "Mistress Maureen, please give me ten strokes for
rudeness and familiarity toward Mistress Janice's guests."  She
bent over with her hands on her knees and waited.  Her teeth were
clenched because she didn't want to get additional strokes for
screaming.  She knew it was a real danger because her ass still
hurt so much from the evening's discipline.  She smiled to
herself thinking that it was getting even worse now that she had
lost a lot of weight and her asscheeks were so much more firm. 
_Maureen certainly knows how to use the paddle,_ she thought. 
_She gets it flush on my entire bottom!_  Vangie didn't know that
by spreading the blow across the largest area Maureen was
reducing the impact -- and was doing it intentionally.

The spanking began and it was agonizing!  When the full ten
strokes had been administered, Vangie kissed the paddle with
tears of pain running involuntarily down her cheeks and said,
"Thank you, Mistress Maureen, for helping me to be a better
slave."  Maureen noticed that although tears were flowing from
Vangie's eyes as she said it, she was actually smiling.  Then the
girl saw Vangie's eyes cloud over and she suddenly collapsed to
the floor.  Colleen was beside her in an instant, and feeling her
forehead.  She realized that Vangie was burning up with fever! 
Maureen ran for Janice while Colly went to the kitchen for a damp
cloth.

Jan joined them a moment later and felt Vangie's forehead.  She
shook her head and the two Callahan women lifted Vangie between
them and carried her upstairs to a vacant bedroom.  They didn't
know it was Cindy's old room.  Jan pulled down the bedcovers and
they lay Vangie on the bed.  Then Jan called the doctor and
learned that there was a vicious virus running around the area. 
Although it wasn't normally dangerous, it was frightening in its
manifestations.  It began with high fever and often went through
a series of cycles of fever and chills.  She was advised that if
the patient could take aspirin it would help with the fever;
otherwise, just use cold compresses.  To Jan's surprise, Maureen
-- now known in the house as Mo -- asked to stay with her.  It
was already well past midnight and the women normally retired
earlier.

Mo, nude like the rest of the women, padded downstairs and took a
cold pack out of the freezer and put three more in to chill.  She
brought it back to the bedroom and put it across Vangie's
forehead.  Then she just lay on the bed reading a book and
keeping an eye on the woman.  She couldn't concentrate on her
book so she turned off her little book light and just lay there
in the darkness.  The last week had been like nothing she had
ever experienced in her life.  She had hated Vangie Collins for
as long as she could remember.  And yet... And yet... the woman
couldn't do enough for her.

The first morning she had awakened in her wonderfully comfortable
bed and found Vangie on her knees beside her bed just waiting
with a glass of orange juice and a pot of coffee.  When the
question of discipline arose and Jan said she was tired of
swinging a paddle, Mo had volunteered.  She had enjoyed it the
first few times: She was getting even for her mother's abasement.
 But after hitting her, Vangie looked so sincere when she thanked
her for the discipline. _She's not a masochist, is she?_  she
remembered wondering.  Now she was certain she was not.  It was
something else.  It was almost as if Vangie loved her... _My God!
 That's it!_  she thought. _Vangie really loves me -- and loves
Mom!  She really does.  She wants to be punished for what she did
to my mother and loves it when I wield the paddle._  With that
thought, Mo dropped off to sleep.

She was awakened later by cries from beside her in the bed. 
Turning on the light, she found Vangie huddled in a ball,
shivering.  She looked like she was freezing to death.  Mo turned
out the light and moved close to the woman beside her.  Taking
her into her arms, Vangie's body felt like ice with goose bumps
all over it.  Mo thought for a moment, rolled Vangie onto her
back and then lay on top of her.  The combination of her weight
and her body warmth soon caused the older woman's shivers and
teeth-chattering to subside.  Mo rolled off her but kept her arms
around her tightly.  She was surprised when Vangie reached out
and held her tightly, as well.

The fever lasted through the next day.  At times, in spite of
Maureen's efforts to cool her forehead with ice-packs, she became
delirious.  In the first episode of delirium, Mo called to her
mother who came running.  They heard Vangie cry out to Colleen
and beg her forgiveness, "I was so cruel!" she screamed.  Then,
in spite of being in delirium, she cried uncontrollably.  Again,
Mo got in bed and in spite of the woman's fever, held her close.
The contact seemed to quiet the poor woman down and she stroked
Mo's body as she lay there.

Later, in another episode, she was thanking Maureen for her
beatings saying, "It's my only hope, Maureen!  Don't you see? 
You must punish me for the things I did to your mother.  Thank
you, darling, for hurting me!"  Janice heard that one and began
to cry.  With the fever, Vangie's skin had lost its tan and was
looking pallid again.  As a result, the extent and seriousness of
the bruises on her buttocks were now apparent.

"My God!" Jan exclaimed, "We've been killing that woman but she
hasn't made a sound."

"No, she sure hasn't," Maureen said, "but look."  She showed Jan
how the woman's lips had been repeatedly lacerated as she bit
down on them to keep from screaming.  "I noticed a strange
sensation when she kissed me.  This woman has been in constant
agony, but doesn't even seem to mind."  They agreed that the
paddle was now gone for good.

The last episode before the fever broke for good came late
Wednesday night.  Vangie had been screaming in delirium again and
Maureen once more got into the bed with her.  In spite of the
raging fever, having Mo's body to hold seemed to calm the woman.
Then there was another episode of chills and Maureen held her
even closer.  By now it was very late and the girl fell asleep
still holding Vangie tightly in her arms.  As dawn was beginning
to lighten the room, Maureen felt soft fingertips smoothing her
hair and stroking her body in the most wonderfully gentle way. 
She opened her eyes and found herself looking into Vangie's gray
eyes.  Now they were clear and filled with love.  "Good morning,
darling Maureen," she whispered.  "I'm sorry for waking you up."

The girl just stroked Vangie's skin and could now feel her newly
developed muscles respond to her stroking.  She heard a wonderful
sound of pleasure coming from deep in the woman's body as she
closed her eyes to more thoroughly enjoy the sensation.  Then the
woman's eyes opened and she said, "Excuse me, darling, but I have
to get up now."

"And just where do you think you're going, Vangie Collins?" the
girl demanded.

"To the kitchen to prepare breakfast, Mistress Maureen," she
replied with a wry smile.  "I am the resident slave, after all. 
It's my job.  Frankly, I have enough beatings in store without
making it even worse than it is already."

"Evangeline Collins, you're staying in bed!" Maureen exclaimed. 
"Those are Mistress Janice's orders.  Good heavens, woman!  You
damn near died!"  With that she straightened the covers, plumped
up the pillow and pulled the covers up under Vangie's chin.  She
was still so weak that she didn't even protest as her eyes
closed.  Maureen bent over and kissed her full on the lips but
was surprised to feel the woman's hand behind her neck holding
her down.  The kiss was sweetly returned, and she heard Vangie
whisper, "Thank you, darling Maureen."

Later in the day Janice was standing by the bed just watching
her.  Vangie was a puzzle to Jan.  Her progress in just two weeks
had been little short of incredible.  It was true that she
couldn't even boil water when she arrived, but now she was a more
than passable cook and getting better every day.  Her
house-cleaning was already so good and so thorough it was better
than Cindy's and Cindy had certainly been a demon housekeeper. 
Finally, her physical development was remarkable and almost
unbelievable in view of her age.  Most of all, though, was her
attitude.  Vangie was unfailingly warm and kind and witty.  She
was a joy to have around the house.

As she stood there, Vangie's eyes opened, and she saw Jan
frowning at her.  "Slave Vangie, did you communicate with someone
outside the house without authority?" Jan demanded.  She was
holding a letter in her hand that had arrived for Colleen that
day.

Vangie jumped out of bed and went to the closet.  She gave Jan
the heavy paddle and knelt on the floor with her ass high in the
air.  From that position she said, "Yes, Mistress, I did.  Of
course there's no excuse for such deliberate disobedience.  Will
you administer discipline or should I wait for MistressMaureen?"

"Get back in that bed where you belong, damn it!" Jan ordered. 
"As for the discipline, we'll think of something else.  We're
afraid you may be becoming a masochist.  Now, do you know
anything about this letter?  It's from the White House."

"No, Mistress," Vangie replied with a frown.  "Honestly, I do
not.  What does it say?"

"It's addressed to Colleen.  She has been invited to visit the
White House a week from today and asked to bring guests.  You and
Maureen are going.  In the meantime, my mother, Ali, demands that
you and they appear in Los Angeles.  You're all flying out
tomorrow afternoon.  In the meantime, you're ordered to rest! 
Understand?"

It was a commentary on Vangie's weakness that she just nodded and
went back to sleep.

The next evening the three women were met at Los Angeles
International Airport by Ali Clifford.  They were driven in her
limousine to the Beverly Wilshire where there was a suite waiting
for them.  The next morning Ali took them to the film studio and
an appointment with Henry Hall, the hair stylist.

Henry exclaimed over the gorgeous auburn hair that the Callahan
women both had.  They were both so close to Ginger's autumn
russet, it was impossible to differentiate among them.  He worked
and established styles for both of the women that were very
similar but different.  Maureen's looked younger, somehow, than
her mother's.  Then he turned his attention to Vangie.  Together
with Ali, he studied the woman's roots and finally they agreed on
a shade of brown verging on gold that seemed to be her natural
color.  Planning to dye her hair back to its original color, he
began to work.

Vangie was certainly experienced with hairdressers.  She had been
going to the very finest in New York for years, so being in a
hairdresser's chair was not an event.  She slept while Henry
worked.  When he was finished and her new style was combed out,
he raised the seat back and turned the chair so she could get a
good look.  What he got was a shock as Vangie screamed and then
started to cry.

Henry and Ali looked at each other in alarm.  Matching a hair
color is far more art than science and they couldn't be sure they
were exactly on, but they both felt they had to be very close. 
This was a unique reaction in Hall's professional experience.  He
pointed out that it hadn't even happened when a part required an
actress to have her head shaved!  Vangie was crying and shaking
her head.  "I can't look like this!" she cried.  "I look like a
witch and that woman is beautiful.  What did you do to me?"

"Damn it, Collins, if you don't like your looks, complain to God,
not to me!" Ali exclaimed, now understanding her reaction. 
"Lady, what you see is what you have... no more and no less.  If
you think that woman in the mirror is beautiful, you have only
yourself to blame!"

Turning to Henry Ali said, "Well, that's one crisis taken care
of.  Incidentally, she's also one of the ten richest women in the
world and it looks like she may be flying in to see you from time
to time.  Henry, she's also a very dear friend and I would
appreciate it if you would work with her."  She smiled warmly and
said, "Now that I'm an expectant mother, I have to get back home
to get my rest."

Henry whooped with joy, gathered Ali into his arms and kissed her
soundly.  She was his favorite person in the whole world.  Then
he looked at her and said, "Ali, when did it happen?  Last night?
 You're the most un-pregnant looking woman I have ever seen!"

"I'll have you know, Henry Hall, that I'm about half way there
already.  So there!"  Then she smiled warmly, kissed him, and
asked, "Henry, by any chance do you ever style a baby's hair?"

"For you, Ali, anything!" he said and smiled.  Then he added,
"Ali Clifford, a child of yours will be the most beautiful baby
in the whole damned world!"

With that they all kissed Henry and went back to the airport and
their flight back to Chicago.

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. 
<morg105829@aol.com>

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