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Chapter 9
Joan wandered around her house feeling lost and very nervous. By the
time she'd seen Ken earlier in the week, she'd decided that under no
circumstances would she see any of those people again. Ever.
But every time she'd thought of Eric or Sally, and how she'd feel if she
never saw them again, her eyes teared up. She had had to call them one last
time, then had managed to let Eric talk her into letting him and Sally come
over. Her hands shook as she laid out the last plate for brunch.
She sat down, the quiet of her home... no, her house... enveloping her.
It was a very nice house. Very expensive, and would go for close to five
million if she ever decided to sell it. It was not, quite, a McMansion, since
it did have a small amount of land. Only an acre, but in this area that was a
lot of land.
Everything in it was high quality. The appliances were all top of the
line, the rooms tastefully decorated with expensive furniture. There was a
fifty-inch plasma TV (that she almost never turned on) and a high-end
surround-sound system in the living room. Every place she looked screamed
success. Every place but one: the mirror.
Sally, for all that she wasn't rich, had something that Joan knew she'd
never have. Especially not now. Sally had a family. Joan had a career.
If she were absolutely frank about it, Joan would admit that she really
did love running a highly successful business. But having spent time with
Sally, Eric and the baby, the realization that she was alone had slammed into
her like an avalanche. She didn't want to be alone. She knew that, despite how
welcoming the people there were, her time at the mansion had to end. She wanted
a family and knew she wouldn't find it there.
Actually, that was the problem. She *had* found it there, but it was
someone else's. Well, that wasn't exactly true either, which was something else
that was making her nuts. She had fallen, hard, for Eric. Her body, her mind,
her ...soul... all screamed out that they wanted him. That would have been bad
enough. But, God help her, she felt the same way about Sally. And that was
just wrong.
It was bad enough that she'd allowed her own hormones to control her
enough to sleep with a married man -- two married men, actually. It was worse
that she'd slept with women -- eagerly and joyfully. It wasn't that she had
any moral issues with that. She knew that it didn't matter one whit if the
person she fell in love with was a man or a woman. But to fall in love with
*both* a man and a woman was insane. It could only end in complete disaster.
Never mind the fact that she'd had sex with one underaged girl and, God help
her, knew she'd have sex with another if the opportunity presented itself.
A person had to have standards, had to have a moral direction in their
life. Otherwise, what did their lives amount to? Nothing but a bunch of
hormonal impulses. And no doubt about it, she'd given into hers with a
vengeance. Maybe she was approaching menopause. Joan held her head in her
hands, wishing she'd had the strength to stand firm when she'd called to say
goodbye.
She jumped as the doorbell rang. Walking into the entranceway, she
automatically glanced at the mirror to check how she looked. She froze. For
one fleeting second, she thought that someone else was staring back out at her.
Someone with flaming red hair and deep green eyes. Eyes that expressed, in that
second, how unhappy they'd be if Joan...
Never mind. She shook her head, plastered on a smile and opened the
door.
Brunch was nice, even though Joan wasn't the cook that Sally was. Sally
was more than eager to help in the kitchen and everyone pretended there was
nothing wrong.
"Where's Christine?" asked Joan.
"We left her with Annette and Genie," replied Sally. "They offered and
we thought it might be nice to get out for a while without her. Not that we
don't love her or anything, but babies are a lot of work!"
Joan grew just a little sadder inside when she realized that she
wouldn't get to see the baby again. But she smiled and continued on with the
few preparations that were required. It was important not to let them see how
hard this was for her.
She wasn't fooling anyone. Both Sally and Eric could feel the
unhappiness rolling off her in waves. Naturally, that made them unhappy. Both
knew that, somehow, Joan completed them. Made them more. Life without her
would be a poorer place indeed.
Once coffee was served, they moved out onto her back porch. Brunch had
been cordial, more like a meeting of casual friends than a meal between lovers.
It cut all of them, though Joan had no idea how upset Sally and Eric were.
Finally, once they were seated under a large umbrella, Eric realized that unless
he said something, Joan would allow them to leave here, and she'd be gone from
their lives. That, in his opinion, was unacceptable.
"Joan," he began, "have you ever wondered about what goes on at the
mansion?"
She smiled, a smile that would have fooled almost anyone who wasn't
feeling her emotions.
"Of course," she replied. "I've been there and it's not like it can be
ignored."
He was silent for a moment, then said, "You've seen the physical side,
true. But there's more to it than that. A lot more."
"Eric, please understand. This isn't easy for me, but I just can't ..."
started Joan.
She stopped when the glass in Eric's hand shattered.
"Oh my God," said Joan as she started to get out of her seat.
"Sit down," he said in a sharp voice. Startled, Joan sat down, looking
at the huge blond. She'd never heard that tone of voice from him, and it scared
her. "If you're going to throw us out of your lives, then we want our say. I
think it's only fair."
Her mouth too dry to speak, Joan nodded, noting the blood starting to
drip from his hand where the glass had cut it. Sally quietly took the remains
from his hand and began to clean up the glass.
"Life at the mansion," began Eric in a more normal tone of voice, "is
not like life in other places. Surely you've noticed that. We follow different
rules there and have a different sort of morality. It's new to Sally and I, and
I'm sure that it's new to you as well."
He paused for a second, then went on. "Did you know that Ken is
married?"
Joan nodded and he continued.
"To both Arianwen and Jane?"
"You're not allowed to marry more than one person at a time, so it can't
be legal," replied Joan in a quiet voice.
"Who is the government to decide who you can and can't marry?" asked
Sally. "Look around you. Are they really qualified? For Goddess' sake, the
moron who's president is trying to ban marriage between two people of the same
sex because it doesn't coincide with his religious beliefs. A person who raised
his hand and swore to uphold the Constitution, which guarantees freedom of
religion, but who is trying to force his religion on everyone in the country?
That's who you're gonna let decide who you should be allowed to love?"
"Calm down, Sally," said Eric gently.
"It was against the law to marry more than one person for a long time
before Bush was president," responded Joan.
"Does that make it right?" asked Eric. "It's moral for a government to
decide who can love whom? I mean, c'mon, can you really use the words
'morality' and 'government' in the same sentence?"
"We don't believe they have the right to decide who we can love. And
that's how everyone at the mansion feels as well," he continued. "So we can't
get a piece of paper that says we're married, so fuckin' what? It doesn't
change our feelings."
Eric's phrasing penetrated her brain. It sounded almost like he wasn't
talking about Ken anymore. Was he talking about marriage to _her_? No,
probably her imagination. She sighed. This wasn't going the way she'd
imagined. She was supposed to sit down with them and tell them that she just
didn't feel comfortable seeing them anymore. Surely she could do that, right?
But when she opened her mouth to say just that, her throat closed and tears came
to her eyes. The thought of not seeing them again was almost too much for her.
She bent her head down, only to see a tear fall on the stones and splatter.
"Please don't do this to me," she begged. "Please. I just can't take
it."
"What is it you can't take, Joan?" asked Eric, his voice quiet. "Tell
me. If you feel... if you don't feel anything for Sally and I, we'll leave. We
won't bother you ever again. But if you love us..." he almost couldn't go on.
Would admitting they loved her drive her away? He swallowed and went on in a
steadier voice. "If you love us the way we love you, then don't do this."
At that point, Joan broke down crying. "I can't..." she moaned over and
over.
Both Sally and Eric were at her side in an instant, holding her,
caressing her and murmuring comfort until she managed to get herself back under
control. They gave her a little space when she finally sat straighter, hugging
her arms to her stomach.
"You know," she said looking around, "I thought I had everything. I
thought I didn't need anyone. I put my heart and soul into my business and
never gave a thought to bringing someone into my life." She gave a sad little
laugh. "Now I come to find out I want something it's too late for me to have."
Sally smiled, "Joan it's not too late for anything. It's not like
you're old and gray."
"No, but I'm getting there. I'm already too old to have a baby. I
could find a man, I guess, but it's not what I want. Or rather, it's not all I
want. I feel horrible because I'm jealous of you two."
"Why jealous?" asked Eric. Had he misread the situation? Was it really
only him she wanted? Or maybe not him, but Sally?
Steeling herself, she looked at them. So much younger than her, but
they seemed so much more together than her. Fuck it! The worst that could
happen was that they would leave. Since that was what she'd planned to have
happen anyway, who gave a fuck?
"A man wouldn't be enough. Actually, just any man wouldn't do it
anyway. I want you."
Eric's heart skipped a beat. He had misread her. He'd thought that she
wanted him *and* Sally. It would break Sally's heart, but then, Joan wasn't
Circle. She couldn't be expected to have the same way of looking at things they
did.
"I see," Eric said quietly.
"No you *don't* see!" snapped Joan as she stood. "I want both of you.
Both! And I want to help raise Christine, too. I know it's greedy of me.
Don't you think I know that? It's *your* family! *Yours*! And I want to horn
in on it." She turned her back. "God, I'm so disgusted with myself.
Everything's so out of control. I can't believe the things I've done in these
last weeks. They're insane. The sex, the ... well, everything."
There was silence, and Joan waited for them to stand up and leave.
After what she'd just told them, how could they even like her any more? Then
Eric stood. She could feel them both behind her.
"Joan," said Eric.
She didn't respond.
"Joan, look at us," said Sally.
Joan turned and saw they were both holding out their hands.
"If you want us -- all of us: me, Eric, Christine -- all you have to do
is step forward and take our hands. And love us. That's all we want," said
Sally in a soft voice.
Joan could barely see through her tears as she almost fell into the arms
that were waiting for her.
+++++
"Hello Mr. Solberg," said Ken walking into the garage.
Eric's father was standing by a work bench and Ken could see two pairs
of legs underneath the car that was in there.
"It's Davyn, Ken," smiled the older man as he took Ken's hand in a
crushing grip.
"New apprentice?" asked Ken, nodding at the legs.
"My wife. And one of your friends, actually," smiled the man. "I gotta
say, they're both smart and real easy on the eyes," he whispered
conspiratorially.
Just as Ken reached out with his senses to see who it was, Sandy scooted
out from under the car, her face, hands and forearms smeared with black grease.
Ken blinked in surprise.
"Sandy, I didn't know that you knew Eric's parents."
"Yup," she said walking up. "Met 'em at your party and found out that
Mr. Solberg liked getting' dirty. You know I couldn't resist that."
"Little girl," said the man, blushing just a bit, "I'll have some
respect, or I'll put you over my knee."
Ken felt a wave of lust from Sandy. Apparently, that would be just fine
with her.
"Davyn, you be nice to Sandy," said Helen as she scooted out from under
the car. "You'll scare her away."
Ken decided that was quite unlikely. Although Eric's parents were in
their early fifties, they were both very fit and looked ten years younger. He
could tell that Sandy would happily sleep with either, or both, of them.
"So what brings you by?" asked Davyn.
"The X5," replied Ken. "You said you do custom work on engines. I was
wondering if you might be interested in doing something with this one."
Davyn gave him a sharp look. "It'll void your warranty, you know.
Dependin' on what you have in mind, of course."
Ken shrugged and grinned. "If I can save a bit on gas and up the power,
I really wouldn't care."
"You know," said Davyn in a lowered voice, "some of it might not even be
legal."
"Gee, I hadn't thought of that," Ken deadpanned. "Would it still pass
inspection?"
The older man laughed, clapping Ken on the shoulder. That was a jolt.
While he wasn't as big as his son, Mr. Solberg still packed quite a wallop.
"Don't worry Ken, I can find a place that'll do the inspection.
Besides, depending on what you want done, it'll run cleaner than any piece of
crap comin' outta Detroit."
They talked for a while, with Sandy mainly listening to the
conversation. Ken was astonished when Davyn led him over to a computer station,
pulled up a schematic of the car's engine and started explaining just some of
the simple modifications that he could make to get better mileage out of the X5.
When Ken asked why they hadn't been implemented at the factory, Davyn just
looked at him.
"Well, couple of reasons really. For one, the maintenance requirements
are a little more stringent. You really do have to keep up on the plugs and oil
and so it would cut down on customer convenience. That's not the major reason
though. I'm sure you can guess what that is."
Ken could, indeed. If cars started to get more energy efficient, then
the oil companies would make less money. Couldn't have that now, could we?
Davyn said that it would take about three weeks to modify the X5.
However, the horse-power would be increased by about 50% and the gas mileage
would end up at close to seventy mpg. Ken blinked at that figure, and Davyn
laughed.
"When I say seventy, I don't mean that inflated bullshit they put on the
windows of the cars to sell 'em. I mean seventy is your average, stop-and-go
city mileage. My guess is that the highway mileage would be around
eighty-five."
Ken's head was spinning. That was far more than he'd ever expected.
Davyn looked like he was about to say something else, but decided against it.
"Well, let me know when I can leave the car."
"I'll be done with what I'm doin' to this one by maybe Wednesday, next
week. You could bring it by then."
"Okay. I've got something else at home I can drive."
Once again, Davyn looked at him, then appeared to come to a decision.
"I got something you could borrow if you don't mind a smaller car."
"Not at all. If I need something bigger, I can just use the van or the
pickup," he chuckled. "Hey, I don't know how busy you are, but would you be
interested in setting up an account for the cars we have at the house? We've
got several, and they all have to be seen to."
"Business comes and goes. When gas prices go up, it comes; when it goes
down, it goes. How many cars you got?"
Ken thought about it for a second, then said, "At least six, maybe
more."
"Huh. Got a whole fleet there, eh? We can take care of 'em here. Of
course, it'd be easier of I had help..."
The sentence trailed off as he looked at Sandy, who glanced down and
blushed. "I said I'd think about it, Davyn. I'll let you know in a day or so,
okay?"
She got up and walked off to where Helen was and Ken looked at Davyn
with a raised eyebrow.
"Aside from her other assets," smiled the man, "she could be a damn fine
mechanic -- maybe even more than a mechanic. She's very smart and has the
'touch'. Problem is, she likes that so-called job at the bike store."
"I suspect that she likes the freedom that it affords her," replied Ken.
"Sandy's pretty physical and loves to mountain-bike. Not an indoor type at all,
and I think a 9-5 job would bore the hell out of her."
"Hell, if that's all it is, then we can fix that. I don't care what
hours she keeps -- just that she gets the job done. If it's a two-day job and
she gets it done in one, then I guess she'd get the next day off."
They ironed out the details for the modifications on Kens car, then he
left. Having spent an additional $20,000 on modifications for his car. It
turned out that Davyn didn't want to modify his engine; he wanted to replace it,
since there was no way the materials in the current engine could take the
pressures of the modifications he wanted to install. Davyn's explanation
threatened to get more in-depth, but Ken managed to head him off. Ken knew he'd
never make that back on the gas that he saved, but what the hellFor once, the
house was deserted when he got back. Well, except for Lea, but She was always
there. He went into his study and pulled out a very, very high end laptop. It
was the most powerful and lightest computer he could get his hands on, and it
was not now, nor would it ever be, hooked into the house-net. He had no
illusions that Bill could easily break the high-end encryption he'd bought for
it.
Once it was booted, he began going through the information that he'd
stored in it. There wasn't much there yet. Since things were still in the very
early stages, many his plans were very nebulous. Still, it was important that
the end goals that he was working towards were not reveled this soon.
Eventually they would be though, and he would bequeath the computer, and
whatever plans had been set in motion or information he'd gathered, to whoever
his successor was.
Switching to a computer connected to the Internet, he began looking up
his topic for the day. Hmmm. Ten-million for the prize? He wondered how much
one would have to spend to be in the running for that.
Several hours later, he shut down his laptop and put it back into the
safe. He didn't think that anyone in the house was a safe cracker, but his
precaution was more to keep out the curious. And, Goddess knew, there were few
more curious creatures on Earth than Lea's Priestesses.
Genie and Bill returned, and Bill made a bee-line for the lab. Genie
found Ken in his study, flying his simulator.
"Hey, Genie," greeted Ken without taking his eyes off the screen.
"Hello, Master Ken," she replied, her voice more than a bit husky.
He could feel his soon-to-be-official-Priestess was almost climbing the
walls. Ken paused the simulation and turned to her. "Well, aren't we just a
bit on the excited side?" he smiled.
"What was your first hint?" she asked.
"You mean aside from the wide spread legs and the puddle you're leaving
on the leather of the seat?"
She shrugged, then said "I'll clean it up." Quickly she was on her
knees, her perfect ass wagging at Ken while her tongue thoroughly licked her
secretions off the leather. Ken was soon very hard from watching her
performance. Her pussy was swollen, wet and pink, and her small asshole winked
at him. Ken knelt behind her and slid partially into her sex.
"Mmm," she purred. "A little higher, please?"
Ken grinned and re-aligned with her other hole and started to push.
Genie groaned, feeling his wide rod split her. As much anal activity as
she'd had, she would have thought that she'd finally be used to it. But Ken was
much wider than Bill. She wondered why it was that the burning/cramping
sensations that anal sex caused turned her on so much? She was distracted
enough by her thoughts that, when Ken's hand came down and smacked her ass, she
yelped and came.
"You are worked up, aren't you?" asked Ken.
"Goddess, yes," she panted. "We were at a restaurant that had unisex,
single-toilet bathrooms, and I managed to get Bill to do me in one." She
paused, gasping as Ken reached around to diddle her clit. "It's his own damn
fault. He was teasing the crap out of me in the car. Oh, Goddess, yes, harder,
make it red, oh..."
This last was in response to another smack to her reddening posterior.
Genie came again, and Ken finally emptied his load deep inside her. Once they'd
finished cumming, she quickly pulled off and spun around to take his cock into
her mouth, eagerly sucking it clean. Afterward, she curled up on the rug as he
lay next to her, lightly stroking her stomach.
"Genie," he suddenly asked, "what is it that you want to do?"
"Mmmm, whatever you want," she said, smiling a lazy smile.
He chuckled, then said, "Not exactly what I meant. You'll be a
Priestess soon. I mean, you are already, really, and I was wondering what you
want to do."
"I'm not sure what you mean," she said.
"Well, Jane stopped working, even though I'm sure she's into something
she's not telling me about. Ari, Bill, and Eric are in school. Sally spends
her days trying to find ways to make us fat. Do you have anything that you'd
like to pursue?"
"I don't know," she said, but he could tell she was holding back a bit.
"I don't want to feel like I'm not pulling my own weight, ya know? I gotta earn
a living some way."
"I understand that," said Ken, "but is there something that you'd like
to go to school for? Or another line of work you wanted to try? You know,
something that you thought you might like, but couldn't do because you had to
support yourself."
She gave a little laugh. "You know, there is something I like -- mmmm,
yeah that too, but I'm not sure that I could make a living at it. Ohhh. Not
sure I care, if you're gonna keep that up."
"Well, think about it," he said. "Let me know if you come up with
something. I wouldn't let it worry you, though. It's more that I want you to
have a sense that your life is your own, so you should pursue things that
interest you."
"I can't think with you doing that," she sighed.
'That' was him taking one of her hard nipples is his teeth while sliding
two fingers in her back door. She was hot and slippery, and it wasn't long
before he was inside her again, marveling once more at how tight she was.
Especially considering that he'd just been stretching that ring not too long
ago.
"So, off I go to work, and I find you screwing one of my friends," came
a sharp voice.
Arianwen was standing in the doorway, grinning and just as naked as they
were.
"Work? You?" asked Ken as he continued to slide in and out of Genie.
"I thought the robots were taking care of the cleaning now-a-days."
"Well," she said as she shimmied under Genie to attack her cunt with her
mouth, "At least they keep the rugs clean."
"Stop talking and fuck me harder," panted Genie.
Ken obliged, making Genie shoot off like a rocket with Ken pounding her
back door, and Arianwen sucking her clit. It wasn't long before they'd switched
off, and now Ken was in Arianwen's ass, her pale skin shining with sweat as she
writhed on top of Genie. Her ass began turning a deep red from both Ken and
Genie slapping it, and the lithe redhead yelled her pleasure loudly. That
attracted Jane and Tina and, before long, Bill, Annette and Gary had joined the
orgy. It was very pleasurable, but Ken never did get to finish his conversation
with Genie.
Eventually, things died down, and Ken ended up in the Master bathroom,
showering with Ari and Jane. Tina had gone with Gary. For some reason, she'd
been unable to keep her hands off Annette, and Annette found Tina as
irresistible as Arianwen. Gary had not had sex with Tina yet, but considering
the look on his face when they left, that would be remedied soon enough.
"So," said Arianwen. "When were you going to tell us that you're taking
up a dangerous hobby?"
"What dangerous hobby?" asked Ken. "You train with me every day.
*Your* wife is the one with the fire arms."
"That's not what I mean, and you know it," said Ari. "You've taking up
flying."
Ken looked at Jane, and Jane looked right back. "I'm sorry Master, was
I not supposed to mention it to *our* wife? Perhaps you should punish me."
"Don't sidetrack him, Jane," said Ari. "Ken, flying small planes is
dangerous. People die in those things."
"Have you ever been up in one?"
"No. And I have no intention of going up in one," she said.
Ken looked at Jane, who shrugged. Who knew that Ari didn't like to fly?
"Sweetheart, I'll be fine. I have a good instructor, and it's something
that I've always wanted to do."
"Master, I'm not kidding! Those things are dangerous, and I'd die if
something happened to you."
The small teen looked very upset and vulnerable, standing there naked
with her dark red hair plastered to her body. Jane and Ken both hugged her, and
that cheered her up. Ken was surprised that it would get her that upset.
Later, when they were asleep, Ken went down to his study. Lea was
there.
"Her father was killed in a plane," she said. "He was a fighter pilot
and went down during what was supposed to be a training mission. She was told
otherwise."
"The word 'supposed' means you don't believe it was a training mission,"
said Ken. "What was she told?"
"Perhaps it was not," replied Lea. "Why don't you ask Genie what she
can find out about it? If Arianwen knew the details, perhaps she would not be
so adverse to you flying. She thinks her father died because he was flying a
private plane. Her mother lied to her because she hated the fact that her
father was in the military."
"Hrmph." said Ken as she thought about what Lea said.
Then, "Genie?" he asked surprised. "Why Genie?"
But he was speaking to an empty room.
As he sat in his chair thinking, it occurred to him to wonder what had
happened with Eric and Sally. They were not on the property. Neither was
Christine, and Ken wondered if Gary and Annette had dropped off the baby at
Joan's house. He thought that he'd know if things had gone bad with Joan, and
took the fact that Sally and Eric weren't back as a good sign.
Feeling restless, he went upstairs and slipped on a pair of silk pants
and some shoes, then went out for a walk. He found himself at the edge of his
property, just as a dark-clothed figure dropped to the ground in front of him.
"Can I help you?" asked Ken.
The figure spun around in surprise, striking out with one arm. The arm
never even got close and the next thing the person knew, he was laying on the
ground, trying to breathe.
"I said," repeated Ken, "can I help you?"
The person, a man, was pretty stunned. He was dressed all in black and
had a face mask covering his eyes. He reached for something in his belt, but
Ken grabbed his wrist and pulled out the item himself -- a nightstick. With it
in one hand, he motioned the other person to get up.
"If you try anything else stupid, I might have to hurt you. Now, off
with the mask."
The man slowly removed his mask and Ken looked at him.
"Why are you on my property?" he asked.
"Why you think? You cost me my job an' I was gonna get a little of my
own back."
"Really?" said Ken. Reading what little he could of the man showed that
all he'd had in mind was some vandalism.
"Yeah. You rich fuckers think you can do anything you want an' never
worry about anyone else."
Ken really had no interest in dealing with this idiot, but he decided to
try.
"Did it ever occur to you that you were fired because you were
incompetent?" asked Ken.
"Oh sure, insult me while you got a stick in your hand."
Ken sighed. It was obvious that nothing he said was going to get
through to this idiot. He stepped forward and held the nightstick in both his
hands. Then he snapped it in two.
"Now," he said in a quiet voice, "neither of us have it. So you can
take your best shot, or you can go back over the fence. At least if you go over
the fence, I won't call the cops on you."
The man could not believe that Ken had just broken the nightstick. But
there was no way he was gonna take a poke at someone who could do that; no way,
no how. He was quickly back over the fence and off into the night. Ken sighed
and took the pieces of the nightstick back with him. They ended up in a
fireplace with a bunch of kindling.
What ever had possessed that idiot to come back here? Ken knew that he
really had only been thinking of smashing some windows or doing other vandalism,
but he wondered what would have happened if he'd come upon one of the women,
like maybe Tina? That would have been an ugly scene.
Ken went upstairs and lay down to sleep, spooning Jane, who murmured and
pushed against him. All was right with the world.
End Chapter 2-9
