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updated april 25 - 2010

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Story codes: MM+/ff, D/s, reluc, Humil, coer, exhib, teen, daughter.

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It Was This or Go to Prison
by Vulgus

ch 5

Karen finally pulled into a parking lot and parked in front of an exclusive looking spa. It was the kind of place that I would never have had the nerve to enter. I knew I couldn't afford anything they offered. I probably wouldn't have had the nerve to enter even if I had some extra money. I know my place.

She turned the engine off and asked, "Has Tyler discussed the types of punishments you will have to undergo if you disobey or displease him?"

We quietly answered, "No."

The question made me nervous. I thought it was unnecessary to bring it up unless something terrible was about to happen. Erin and I have both been totally docile since placing ourselves in Mr. Barr's, and now Karen's hands.

She sighed and looked up at her sun visor for a moment before saying, "It isn't my place to discuss it with you. Suffice it to say that you really, really don't want to be punished. If I have to tell him that either of you didn't instantly obey any order I give you today you will be punished. And I will tell him if it happens. Is that clear?"

I turned and glanced at Erin in the backseat. She looked as nervous as I felt. She probably had the same fear, if Karen felt it necessary to bring this up now, what was awaiting us inside?

I turned back and said, "We won't do anything to upset you."

She said, "I hope not. Everyone out."

We got out and followed her into the spa. As soon as we stepped inside I was reminded that I didn't belong here. It was incredibly lavish. It was like one of those spas for millionaires you see on the Travel Channel or something. I expected to hear someone explain that there had been a mistake. They don't work on women like me.

We were greeted at the door by a beautiful young woman in a very expensive looking dress. She knew Karen and greeted her by name. Karen exchanged a few pleasantries with her and then said, "These are the two I talked to you about. What do you think?"

The woman looked us over with a critical eye. She walked around us and then, right there by the front door she said, "Remove your dresses please."

A shiver of fear and humiliation ran through me. But I didn't hesitate. I didn't even look at Karen to confirm that we were to obey. I began to unbutton the row of buttons that held the front of my dress closed. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Erin following my lead.

We were both naked in a very short time. We stood there like slave girls in ancient Rome while the woman examined us more closely. She moved around us again, ran her fingers through the hair on my head and then through my pubic hair.

Finally she turned to Karen and said, "They have potential. They need a lot of work. How much time do I have?"

Karen replied, "How long do you need?"

The woman stepped back and looked us over again and said, "A minimum of four hours. More would be better."

Karen handed her a card and said, "Here's my cell number. Take as long as you need and call me when you finish."

Karen turned to us and said, "You two will do everything this lady asks of you, her or anyone else in here. That's clear, right?"

Erin and I both nodded.

Karen said goodbye to the beautician and left us with her.

The woman finally spoke to us. "Come with me. We have a lot of work to do."

I didn't understand the point of this. Mr. Barr wanted to humiliate us and use us for sex toys and household drudges. Why would he go to all the expense of treating us to this obviously expensive spa?!

We followed the woman down a short hallway, still with our dresses in our hands. We passed a few other people, mostly women though there was one flagrantly gay male that I saw.

I was embarrassed to be seen like this but at the same time it started to amuse me that they didn't even seem to see us.

I don't think that was because they were being polite and didn't want to make us uncomfortable. I'm pretty certain that they didn't see us because we were obviously below their station.

We were taken to a room with two padded tables. Two attractive young women in white smocks were waiting for us. One of them gingerly removed our dresses from our hands and hung them in a small closet. She handled them the same way that Karen did, as if she was afraid of getting her hands dirty. That was really starting to annoy me.

Yeah. I know. They are old and were never actually stylish. But I spent two and a half hours getting raped by two men so that they would be clean!

The three women went over what they were going to do to us. Neither Erin nor I understood a word of it. They were speaking English, I think. But they were using all sorts of acronyms and abbreviation and talking very rapidly. It sounded very much like gibberish to me.

I won't go into a lot of detail about the next four hours. Some of it was actually kind of pleasant. I loved the massage and the sauna was even pretty invigorating. They bathed us and rubbed all sort of oils into our skin.

Some of what they did was less pleasant. They plucked our eyebrows into thin lines. It was painful and I hated it. I wasn't all that thrilled with the result, either. They used some sort of electronic torture device to reduce the size of our pubic patches to a small V no more than an inch wide at the top. One of the women working on us explained that the only reason they didn't remove it all was so that everyone would be able to see that we were natural blondes.

I don't know who "everyone" is. But I didn't care much for being nearly electrocuted in pursuit of a dainty patch of pubic hair.

Our hair was cut and styled. It wasn't short but it was shorter than I've ever worn it. I was pleased with the way it came out, though.

Erin had a similar style. I thought she looked beautiful. When they finished our hair we were given a manicure and pedicure. While that was being done another pair of women came in and did our makeup. But they did more than make us up. They taught us how to do it ourselves so that we could get the same look at home.

I'll admit that I never was any good at putting on makeup. Whenever I tried I looked a lot like a cross between a prostitute and a circus clown. I didn't mind, though. I didn't think I needed makeup and I didn't want to put all that effort into it. I believe I mentioned that I'm lazy.

We were finally finished. I was glad. It was getting pretty annoying. I was especially unhappy with the fact that they moved us around the building from room to room totally naked. We saw dozens of other customers being moved from room to room in thick, luxurious, terrycloth robes. Unlike the staff who all seemed to think we were invisible the other customers did see us. They smirked and chuckled and we could hear them asking their escorts about us after they passed. I wondered how much extra Mr. Barr had to pay them to have us treated this way.

We remained in our chairs after they finished. It was another fifteen minutes before Karen came in to claim us. The woman who first met us at the door was with her. She ordered us to stand and together they went over what had been done.

I listened without paying much attention until they got to the part about the electrolysis. It turns out that the most uncomfortable part of the treatment will need to be repeated several times before all the undesired hair stops growing.

They made an appointment for another visit in a month and the woman who apparently owns the place told Karen that we should let our pubic hair grow until they complete the removal process.

We spent four hours in that place. Four hours in which we were kept naked and humiliated constantly. We were poked and prodded and treated like cattle. The idea of returning here almost made me ill. But when I looked at Erin, or when I looked at myself in the mirror ... WOW! We were beautiful!!

A woman came in with our dresses and our sandals. We were finally allowed to get dressed. Karen watched us put our dresses on and said to the owner of the shop, "It's such a shame to cover them up with those ... garments."

The owner just smiled.

We were each given a makeup case and told that if we forgot how to apply any of the items in the case to call the number that Karen had and we would be given further instructions.

We followed Karen out to her car. As soon as we were on the road she asked, "Well, how was it?"

Erin responded quietly, "Interesting."

I said, "Except for the massage I hated it."

I was then forced to admit reluctantly, "But I can't argue with the results."

Karen chuckled and said, "I do love their massages. I'd get one every day if I had the time."

I looked at the clock on the dashboard. It was just after four o'clock. I wasn't really hungry. I have been living on very little food for a long time. But I could have really gotten into a stiff drink.

Unfortunately, we were offered neither. Karen drove only a short distance and parked in front of a large boutique. I recognized the name of the place. They have a small but very suggestive ad in the paper all the time. It always features a beautiful, nearly naked young female. Even I find their ads erotic.

I was surprised. I've heard the place is expensive and I didn't expect Mr. Barr to provide us with underwear. He required us to be nude around the house. I assumed that the fewer clothes we wore when we went out the better he would like it. Maybe I misjudged him.

As we got out of the car and walked towards the boutique I noticed that I felt different. I've always been attractive and I've always been the kind of woman who wasn't shy about using her looks to get what she wanted. But now I was aware of how much hotter I was as a result of those four hours spent at the spa. I saw the way people looked at us. I started thinking that a few items of sexy lingerie were just what I needed.

I received a couple of big surprises as soon as we entered the store. It wasn't large. It was huge! And only a comparatively small percentage of the clothing on display was lingerie. The vast majority of the clothing they sold was a wide range of outer clothing ranging from sexy house dresses to evening gowns. But it looked from where I stood just inside the door that the first word to describe every item on sale here was sexy.

I must have been gaping just like Erin was. Karen laughed and said, "Would you two please close your mouths before someone sticks a dick in them. You look like you just got off a bus from West Virginia and you've never seen a miniskirt before."

We both composed ourselves. I did feel silly. But when the only place you have ever shopped for clothing is Goodwill just walking into a place like this is exciting. It was about to become a lot more exciting than Erin or I bargained for.

We followed Karen to the counter where she struck up a conversation with the woman working there. During their conversation, Karen pointed us out to the beautiful woman working behind the counter. The two of them talked quietly for a moment before Karen turned to us and said, "Give your dresses to Lauren so that she can destroy them."

I looked at her in shock for a few seconds before I could move. This was an entirely different atmosphere than the beauty shop. For one thing, as I looked around I saw that there were a lot of men in here. And women weren't running around in bathrobes going from room to room and getting naked as appropriate. Here everyone was fully dressed.

By the time I came to my senses and started unbuttoning my dress, Erin was almost finished unbuttoning hers. I saw the warning look in Karen's eyes and hurried to catch up to my daughter.

We handed our dresses over the counter and Lauren did actually drop them in the trash! Now we were naked in a public place once more and our clothing had been disposed of!

Lauren ordered Erin and me to get shopping carts and follow as she and Karen led the way into the racks of clothing. Our first stop was the lingerie section. We were measured for bras and Lauren selected two sets of matching bra and panties made of delicate lace. She tossed them into my cart and selected two similar sets for Erin. But then she selected another half dozen sets of sexy but more practical underwear for Erin. It was enough to last a week, presumably for her to wear to school.

Almost as an afterthought they selected a handful of sexy panties in a variety of styles for each of us and tossed them in the cart.

We were both given two dozen pairs of stay up, silk look hosiery. Some of them had little designs embedded in them but most were just silky and luxurious.

At our next stop we picked up a couple of almost nonexistent bikinis. I could see right through the tiny patches of material. It seemed like a waste of money. They were very expensive and it was obvious that they would disappear if they got wet.

Lauren next selected a dozen outfits for Erin that were stylish but super sexy. I suppose that most of them were suitable for school, considering the way girls dress these days. She tried on the first two right there in the aisle to make sure of the sizes. After that, if there was any question it was about color or style.

With only a few exceptions they would simply hold a garment up to her to see how it matched her complexion or hair color. They did have her try on a couple more outfits to judge the total effect.

I noticed that it seemed to embarrass Erin more to dress and undress in the aisles than it did to just stand there naked. I suppose that was because dressing and undressing are such personal acts and doing it in public draws attention. And it did.

I tried not to notice the growing crowd of customers that were beginning to follow us around. At first they were somewhat discreet about it. But when it became apparent that no one was going to say anything to them they became a lot more open about the fact that they liked watching naked women shopping for clothes.

They made quick work of shopping for Erin's school clothes. That was when I became more than just a naked part of the audience. They started selecting impossibly short, incredibly sheer clothing for both of us. It was all too high quality and too stylish to be called slutty. But it was the most revealing clothing I've ever seen and trying it on and removing it in front of a mixed audience of close to two dozen strangers didn't help. I was horrified at being put on exhibition this way. And yet I couldn't ignore the obvious signs of arousal I detected in my body.

The last two items of outer clothing they selected were two beautiful, sexy evening gowns. I hated buying clothes like this. But I found that it was difficult to hide my excitement about getting a sexy new wardrobe. And some of the items, like those very expensive evening gowns, I couldn't wait to wear.

I could tell that Karen was aware of the strange mix of emotions I was experiencing. She watched both of us carefully as we went from rack to rack and tried on one sexy garment after another. When I had the nerve to look her in the eyes I always got the impression that she could read my mind.

The last items they selected for us were a couple of extremely sexy nightgowns. They were the kind of thing that a woman only puts on for one reason. To get a man's attention so that he would remove them.

At last the ordeal was over. We pushed our shopping carts to the counter and Lauren began to ring everything up. Karen selected a sexy little dress for each of us and we quickly put them on. Even though we had been naked for the entire time we spent in there and dozens of people saw us walking around and trying on clothes it was something that you just don't get used to. It felt very good to have clothes on again.

I was shocked when Lauren calmly announced the total. Our clothing had come to nearly four thousand dollars! If Mr. Barr continued to spend money on us this way I have to assume that he was looking forward to being repaid in some manner. After all, it isn't as if he likes us.

Lauren and another woman helped the three of us carry everything out to Karen's Lincoln. We got in and Erin and I waited in stunned silence while Karen started the car and cranked up the air conditioning.

Four thousand dollars! In my entire life I doubt if I've spent that much on clothing altogether! Even if you add in what I have spent on Erin's clothing over the years it probably doesn't come to four thousand dollars. Hell! I've never had a car that cost that much!

Erin and I both sat there stunned. Karen didn't seem to notice. She drove off as if she did this every day. I turned my head and looked at Erin. She had a look on her face that reminded me of the way she looked after getting well fucked on the kitchen table this morning. She was dazed. And she was excited.

She must be screaming in excitement on the inside as she thought about all those new clothes and what it was going to be like to go to school looking beautiful and stylish for the first time in her life.

I was so happy for her that I didn't even think about what we were going to have to do to pay for the makeover and the clothing. And Karen wasn't finished yet. She drove us to one last store.

We were taken to a shoe store unlike any I have ever seen before. Walking in you expected to be asked if you had a reservation. It was that posh. As we looked around I noticed that none of the shoes on display had prices.

We looked around but Karen seemed to already know what she wanted to get for us. She bought us each half a dozen pairs of shoes in various styles. We each ended up with one pair of slutty shoes with outlandishly high heels. The others were all stylish and practical.

Erin was given several pairs that she could wear to school. We were even allowed to keep our clothes on while we tried the shoes on. The salesmen got some very good views of female real estate under our very short skirts when he fitted us for the shoes. But everyone acted like that wasn't happening. Then we stood at the cash register and watched as Karen sighed for just a little less than twenty-five hundred dollars worth of shoes.

I sat quietly on the way back to Mr. Barr's house as I added up what they spent on us today. I didn't hear what they spent for our make-over at that hoity-toity spa. But I knew it was a wad. I wouldn't be surprised if the total tab for today didn't come close to eighty-five hundred dollars!

My head was spinning. I couldn't understand why he would spend that much money on us. Even if he did want to dress us more tastefully he could have done it at the mall for a fraction of what was spent on us today.

We were almost half way back to the house before Karen asked, "Why is everyone so quiet?"

I looked at her as if to say, "You have to ask?!"

But what I said was, "We're in shock. If you were to add up what I have spent on clothes for my entire life it would be less than you spent today. It would still be less if you included what I've spent for both of us put together!"

"Do you like what you got?"

Erin answered quickly, "Yes!"

I turned and smiled at her enthusiasm. I said, "Most of it. I never imagined he would do something like this. I worry about what we'll be doing to pay him back."

Karen chuckled and said, "As well you should. Nothing is free in this world."

It was almost seven o'clock when we got home. Mr. Barr still wasn't home. Karen helped us carry in all the bags. We put them down in the living room, undressed, and went into the kitchen so that she could supervise while Erin and I made dinner.

I can cook. But I cook basic meals; the sort of thing that my grandmother would have cooked. I quickly learned that wouldn't be enough to satisfy my new master. Karen taught us how to make a simple, healthy meal.

She saw that I was worried that my cooking skills were not going to be adequate. She smiled and said, "Don't worry. You have already been enrolled in a cooking class. You'll be given a chance to learn before you are punished."

Karen kept her eye on the time. At seven-thirty she ordered me to open a bottle of wine she had set out to let it breathe. She saw the confusion on my face and patiently explained what she meant and why it was done.

Mr. Barr arrived ten minutes later. He came in and went upstairs to change clothes. I watched him interacting with Karen carefully. I was curious about their relationship. They were obviously very close friends. But just as obviously it was nothing more than that.

Maybe if I could get more comfortable with Karen in the next few days I would get up the nerve to ask her about him.

Mr. Barr ignored Erin and me. When he came back downstairs a few minutes later in casual clothes we already had dinner on the dining room table. Erin and I had to get up several times during dinner to get something or serve something. But we were permitted to eat dinner with them. The meal was great, even if we didn't know what we were doing. And the wine! Oh my god! I like wine. But I've never had wine that cost more than eight or ten dollars a bottle. I suspect that this stuff probably cost much, much more.

During dinner, Mr. Barr and Karin discussed work. She obviously wasn't just a pretty face. She was an important part of his management team and he valued her opinions. I was impressed both with how intelligent she is and by how much respect he showed her.

After we ate, Erin and I cleaned away the dishes and finished straightening up the kitchen. When the dishwasher was running we all adjourned to the living room. We were ordered to try on everything we bought today for Mr. Barr's approval. I guess that was why we hadn't already removed the tags and hung everything up.

Except for a few items that there had been questions about when we selected them in the store this was the first time we tried on our new clothes. I went first. Mr. Barr pulled Erin into his lap and Karen sat down beside them on the couch. I tried not to watch his hands moving over my daughter's body as I stood before them trying on clothes.

I noticed that although she was uncomfortable at first, Erin didn't seem all that upset by what Mr. Barr was doing with his hands. In fact, if I didn't know better I might think she was enjoying it!

I tried to concentrate on what I was doing. I took everything out of the bags and separated them, one stack for Erin and one for me. I couldn't remember a couple of times. I would stand there trying to remember if what I had in my hand belonged to me or my daughter. Karen always knew.

I further separated my stack of clothing by type and started trying on the outer garments first. Even when it was just the four of us I found myself feeling uncomfortable about dressing and undressing with an audience. I guess that's natural, though. And after all, it isn't like I know them.

Mr. Barr didn't care for one of the dresses I tried on. Karen smiled and said, "She isn't wearing it correctly. Hold on."

She got up and told me to remove the dress. She handed me a bra. It was a shelf bra that held my breasts up farther than was natural and pushed them together. I put the dress back on and suddenly I had about a mile and a half of cleavage.

Mr. Barr smiled and said, "Karen, you should do this for a living!"

She laughed and said, "I wouldn't want to do this every day. But you know, it really was fun. I like shopping with your money."

I continued trying everything on. There was a moment when, in response to what he was doing with his fingers, Erin began to gasp and I looked up to see her trying desperately to hide the fact that she was having an orgasm.

I looked away quickly. Karen and Mr. Barr acted like they didn't even notice.

I tried on the tiny bikini and then the underwear. The last item I put on was the sheer nightgown.

Mr. Barr said, "Very sexy! But of course it's just for special occasions, when you are entertaining a gentleman for the night. That should give any man a hard on."

I had been getting pretty excited about trying on my expensive new wardrobe. That little warning kind of killed the buzz. He was reminding me that my body belonged to him now and he would give it to whomever he chose.

I removed the nightgown and Erin put on her fashion show while I took her place in his lap. His fingers began teasing my flesh the way they had Erin's. It was very erotic. This has been a very stimulating day despite all the humiliation we suffered.

I wouldn't want him or anyone else to know it. But I spent a lot of time today feeling a pleasant buzz between my legs as I was exposed, poked and prodded. Even trying on the shoes was vaguely exciting. I've never had the assistance of a shoe clerk before. I always go to those cut rate self serve shoe stores, but only when they're having clearance sales.

Watching the clerk slipping shoes onto my feet while discreetly staring at my pussy should have been extremely embarrassing. It was! But even so, I found myself enjoying the tingle between my legs as his eyes explored my intimate flesh.

I also had mixed emotions about what he was doing to Erin. I knew it was very wrong. But there was no hiding the fact that she enjoyed a lot of what was happening to her now. And she seemed less embarrassed than I was, despite her relative inexperience.

It was starting to get hard to concentrate. Mr. Barr's magic fingers were driving me up the wall. Several time my eyes met Erin's and I saw her smiling when she recognized what I was feeling. But he was about to wipe that smile off of her face.

First, though, he said, "I imagine that you ladies are wondering why I spent a small fortune on you today. It must not seem like much of a punishment for ripping me off.

"I told you that I was going to make human beings out of you if it's possible to do so. I hope that you are going to find that the better care you take of yourself the more pride you have. Pride in your appearance is a place to start. You are no doubt aware of how beautiful you look now. Hopefully that will begin to have an effect on your self esteem. I expect you to continue to look just the way you do at this moment.

"That doesn't mean that there won't be days that you are severely abused. I will see to it that you aren't harmed. But you will be tested.

"Erin, Karen is going to take you to school tomorrow. She is going to find out what can be done to bring about the desired result in your academic standings. It's late in the school year. You have missed a great deal of school and your grades are just barely passing. Hopefully we still have time to make up for your lackluster performance. I can promise you that next year you are going to be an honor student. I always keep my word."

He turned his attention to me. "You have been enrolled in a cooking class. Karen is going to see to it that you become a skilled housekeeper. Once you have mastered those skills you will be given ... no, you will be made to acquire an education. Despite what you seem to believe, being beautiful is no excuse for being stupid."

He really knows how to put down someone he is trying so hard to build up. Still, I did sort of get that "I'll show him" feeling, despite the resentment I felt.

Mr. Barr turned to Karen and said, "I suppose you want the young one. Do you want to use their room?"

She smiled an evil little smile and replied, "No. Not this time. I've been horny as hell since watching the four of you this morning. I'm in the mood for an audience."

She got to her feet and began to undress. I think that Erin and I both understood enough of their conversation to know where this was going. I saw the look on Erin's face and pleaded, "Please, let me..."

Karen interjected, "Hush! I'm not going to hurt her. And I'm not going to rape her. We're just going to give each other a little pleasure. Right, Erin?"

A small shiver ran through Erin. She was blushing furiously. She looked nervous, even a little reluctant. But she seemed calmer than I would have been under the circumstances.

I wondered again about the relationship between Mr. Barr and Karen. She wasn't at all shocked this morning when Mr. Barr and Todd fucked my daughter and me on the kitchen table. In fact, she looked interested, turned on even.

Now she was undressing in front of him with a confidence that made it clear she has done it before. And yet for some reason I still didn't get the impression that they were or had ever been lovers.

Her body is perfect. She has very small breasts. She wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need one. If her breasts were an A cup it was just when she inhaled deeply. But they were perfectly formed and looked very feminine. She had incredibly large nipples. Her areolas were small and almost flesh colored. But the nipples themselves were nearly as large as my little finger from the first joint to the tip.

She stood before us, topless and obviously quite proud. I was surprised at my own reaction. I watched her raise her hands to her breasts and massage them gently before tweaking her nipples, all the time staring right into Erin's eyes. It may be partly a result of what Mr. Barr was doing with his fingers, but I found myself becoming aroused.

It bothered me that my daughter was going to be a part of this. She didn't seem upset, though. She looked embarrassed, but curious.

I was suddenly struck by how drastic the change in Erin has been in the last twenty-four hours. The extensive makeover we underwent today probably had a lot to do with it. But that isn't the only difference. She suddenly looks so much more mature and despite the way we are being treated she seems remarkably self assured.

I have always thought she was beautiful. But now, after the makeover, she looks like a sophisticated young woman who could easily be a fashion model. Not my slightly immature, slightly gangly sixteen year old daughter, burdened with a touch of larceny she has inherited from her mother and a tendency towards laziness.

I look at her now and I see that there is nothing she couldn't be if she set her mind to it. And that was not something I would have said of her yesterday morning.

Karen and Erin continued to stare into each other's eyes as Karen unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She moved closer to Erin, wearing only a modest pair of white panties. She walked around my daughter, her fingers trailing lightly over her shoulders sending shivers through Erin's sexy body.

She walked all the way around Erin and then slowly moved closer until their bodies were pressed together. I gasped as I watched them. That could be blamed in part on Mr. Barr's fingers which had begun to gently tease my clit again. But it was what I was seeing play out before my eyes that was really exciting me.

Karen leaned closer and kissed Erin's pouty lips. She kissed my little girl lightly. Once, twice and the third time I saw Erin begin to return her kisses.

Karen stopped then and moved behind Erin. She reached around and cupped Erin's perfect breasts in her hands. She kissed my daughter's neck and her ears, teasing them with her lips and the tip of her tongue while her fingers gently teased her nipples.

I wondered for a fraction of a second just how much of what Karen was doing now, molesting my daughter an arm's length away from where Mr. Barr was holding me in lap, was being done for my benefit. But I couldn't have torn my eyes away from a sight I would have thought unthinkable just a short time ago. A woman was making love to my daughter! The nervousness was still in Erin's eyes. But it was fading quickly. My baby girl was enjoying this!

I watched as Karen whispered something into Erin's ear. Erin nodded occasionally. But she didn't speak.

While Karen was seducing my daughter, Mr. Barr whispered in my ear, "Have you ever been with another woman?"

I shivered and shook my head slightly.

He kissed the back and sides of my neck several times before he said, "Keep watching. In the next day or two you will be doing those things with her. You'll be doing it with both of them."

I almost lost it for a moment. I nearly refused. Not with my daughter!

But I knew that I would. I could say that my mind was clouded by my own arousal. I could blame his fingers playing with my pussy or the sight of two beautiful women in the early stages of making love right in front of me. But the truth is that I knew I didn't dare refuse and in my present highly aroused state I wasn't certain that I wanted to.

Erin's head had lolled back and come to rest on Karen's shoulder. She reached up, clasped Karen's hands to her breasts and turned her head to kiss the woman that was pretty much holding her up now. The sensuous look on Erin's face sent shivers down my spine.

I saw her go crazy this morning when two different men fucked her on the kitchen table. And I do mean that she went crazy. She really lost it. It had been an amazing thing to see. But it lacked the eroticism of the scene before us now. I was surprised that there wasn't steam rising up off of those two!

Karen and Erin kissed passionately for a very long moment before Karen reluctantly separated herself from my daughter and gently lowered her to the plush carpet. Karen stood staring down at Erin while she slowly removed her panties. They were smiling at each other and I got the impression that they had forgotten that we are in the room and watching them.

Karen stretched out beside Erin and they began to kiss and touch lovingly. It was an amazing thing to watch. I had no idea that something like this would arouse me. It was even more astonishing because one of the people involved was my daughter and that didn't freak me out.

I watched, with Mr. Barr's hands caressing me and adding to the sexual tension, until I couldn't stand it any longer. I reached out and pressed his hand down against my pussy. My head lolled back all on its own and I bit my lower lip to try to keep from screaming as I had a huge orgasm. I ground my pubic bone against his hand and made strange sobbing noises as I had an orgasm, then another, and then a string of small orgasms before collapsing back down onto his lap.

When I finally opened my eyes I saw Karen driving Erin crazy, licking and sucking and nipping at her breasts. Erin was holding Karen's head against her chest with one hand. Her other hand was squeezing one of Karen's tits so hard that the tit flesh bulged out between my daughter's fingers. It must have hurt. But you couldn't tell it from her face or the moans of pleasure.

Erin cried out, shouted an obscenity and enjoyed a huge orgasm just from whatever it was that Karen was doing to her tits. But Karen was just getting started. She began to lick and kiss her way down Erin's firm young body.

It was then that Mr. Barr lifted me out of his lap. I swayed on my feet until he stood up and guided me closer to Karen and Erin. He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I want you to get down on your hands and knees and kiss your daughter. Don't stop until I tell you that you can."

I knew how wrong that was. I may be stupid. But I'm not THAT stupid.

It didn't matter. I sank to my knees and as strange as it seems I found myself wondering what it was going to be like to kiss my daughter that way.

I heard Mr. Barr undressing behind me and I was glad. I wanted to get fucked! I leaned down and gently kissed Erin's lips. Her eyes flew open and she looked at me in confusion. But then she looked behind me and she smiled. Her arms went around my neck and our next kiss was unlike anything I've ever experienced with another female.

I felt ... I don't have any idea what I felt! It was strange at first. I didn't want to do what Mr. Barr was making me. But at the same time it was exciting me. That got my conscience in an uproar. Not for very long, though. What we were doing quickly began to feel much more than acceptable. My daughter was turning me on!!

It got much better and my conscience quieted down quickly when I felt Mr. Barr's long, thick fingers reaching between my legs and teasing my sopping wet pussy so very skillfully.

I cried out. But my cry was muffled by Erin's soft lips. Our kiss went on and on and my hand somehow found its way to one of her sensitive breasts. That was another first for me. I was holding another woman's breast! I was holding my daughter's breast! And I couldn't believe how erotic it was.

I could feel her hard nipple pressing into my palm and I felt her excitement. I could tell that she enjoyed my touch as much as she was turned on by the way we kissed. I could also tell the moment that Karen's lips reached my daughter's pussy. Her body arched up, stiff as a board and she screamed in ecstasy.

I thought for a moment that she was going to break my neck when her arms tightened around me.

I glanced down to see Karen smiling up at me. Her tongue was still teasing my daughter's pussy. But she was looking me right in the eyes and there was a huge grin on her face.

That was when Mr. Barr's cock began to slowly enter my pussy. I moaned into my daughter's mouth. She opened her eyes and saw Mr. Barr behind me. I could see in her eyes that she knew what caused me to moan.

She started kissing me so hard it hurt. Her arms held me even tighter and she ground her lips into mine as Karen treated her to another orgasm in my arms. I wasn't far behind her. Mr. Barr began pounding his cock into me from behind. I felt my breasts swaying wildly under me, something I've always disliked in the past because of the discomfort it caused me.

But not now! Now it was wonderful! Now it was incredibly exciting to feel my breasts swaying wildly with every violent stroke of the large cock that was pummeling my pussy and driving me crazy with lust.

I was moments away from another orgasm when I felt Erin's hand sliding down my stomach. Her fingers must have come into contact with Mr. Barr's cock or his balls. I heard him moan when she touched him.

But she inched back until her fingertips were teasing my pussy, circling my clit and quickly driving me towards the most amazing orgasm ever. If this is rape then I want to be raped every day!

After Mr. Barr and my daughter turned me into a pool of mush she shocked me even more. I felt her hand moving between my legs and I heard Mr. Barr groan in pleasure. He muttered in a hoarse, lust choked voice, "You sexy little cunt!"

I'm not sure what she was doing and I can't imagine where she learned it. But whatever it was, Mr. Barr seemed to really enjoy it.

A moment later I felt his fingers clamp down and he slammed into me several more times with even more violence. He began to moan and shudder behind me and I knew that he was cumming.

I was just as surprised at Erin as he was. She really seems to be adapting rapidly to this new lifestyle! I saw the twinkle in her eyes. She enjoyed what she just did, for both me and Mr. Barr!

Mr. Barr slowly pulled his cock out of me. Even soft his cock is pretty impressive. I felt like my pussy was gaping open when he sat back on his heels. I kissed Erin and whispered, "Let me go. I'm going to stain the carpet."

She chuckled and released her grip on my neck. I clamped a hand over my pussy and sat up on my heels. It took me a moment to gather the strength to stand. I watched as Karen continued to kiss my daughters thighs and her pubic mound. Erin sighed and relaxed, still receiving a lot of enjoyment from what Karen was doing.

I finally struggled to my feet and hurried to the nearest bathroom. When I took my hand away from my pussy it was coated with warm, fresh cum. I looked at the cream in my hand and thought about the way I've always felt in the past about the mess that a man left behind when we had sex. While I enjoy sex, I have always been kind of turned off, maybe even a little disgusted by the evidence of a man's pleasure. But for some reason I looked down now at the mess in my hand and thought it was exciting!

It must be because what we just did was one of the most stimulating experiences I have ever had, or maybe going three years without sex changes your outlook. Whatever it was, I had the strongest urge to lick that mess from my hand!

I told myself that was silly. No, worse than that. It would be gross. But I lifted my hand to my face and sniffed. I smelled that distinct, bleachy aroma. I couldn't believe I was doing it! I stuck out my tongue and tasted it. It's a familiar taste. I've become more familiar with it than ever in the last twenty-four hours. But I've never done anything like this. Not of my own free will.

Now, for no reason I can clearly explain I began to lick the palm of my hand clean!

When I finished I shuddered at the thought of what a nasty thing I just did. It was totally out of character. But I realized that I was turned on! That may have been the nastiest thing I've ever done simply because no man made me do it. I did it because I wanted to. And doing it turned me on.

For just a moment I wished that I had a close friendship with a woman, someone I could go to for advice. I could have used a female friend with whom I was close enough to talk about things like this. But there wasn't anyone and even if there was I doubt if I could have told anyone what a kinky thing I had just done. But damn! That was exciting!

I finally quit messing around and cleaned myself up. I washed my pussy and my face and hands. I looked at myself in the mirror for just a moment. I looked very much like I have just been having wild sex. But I wasn't so disheveled that I couldn't see the difference that a day at that spa made. Even wild eyed and mussed I looked beautiful!

I returned to the living room to find that Erin was getting her own taste of cum. She was sucking the cock that had only recently been in my pussy and she was doing it with apparent eagerness.

Karen was doing her part to make it more exciting. She was still eating Erin's pussy with gusto.

No one paid any attention to me as I stood nearby watching their erotic threesome. But much to my surprise I found that I wanted back in the game. Without waiting for anyone to tell me what to do I dropped to my knees behind Karen. I reached out and teased her pussy as if I knew what the hell I was doing.

Karen lifted her head from Erin's pussy long enough to moan and whisper, "Oh yes! That feels good!"

Her head dipped back down and I played with her pussy while I watched her and Mr. Barr continue to drive Erin crazy.

I still didn't feel like a full participant. I knew that Karen enjoyed what I was doing. But I found myself wanting to do more. I began to gently urge her to roll over onto her side.

She looked at me in surprise. When realized what I had in mind she smiled and let me guide her onto her side. She cocked one knee up in the air, leaving just enough space for me to stretch out, stick my head between her legs from the front and rest it on her upper thigh. Now it was time to taste a pussy for the first time.

I don't think that either one of us could believe that I was doing this of my own free will! I was just as shocked by my strange behavior as Karen was.

I took a tentative swipe through her wet slit with my tongue and paused for a moment to see how I felt about it.

It was surprisingly enjoyable! There was no unpleasant taste. The only aroma I could detect was the faint but stimulating scent of her obviously expensive perfume and just a hint of a musky smell of sex. And the reactions of her body to what I was doing were pretty damned exciting.

I started to think about all the years that I've missed out. It seems the only area of my life in which I've ever had any scruples was my sex life. I can be accused of a lot of things. But no one can say I've been promiscuous. Now I learn that I have been very misguided. Sex is a lot of damned fun! I would have been a lot happier if I had fewer rules about sex and instead applied that energy into developing a work ethic and perhaps a little pride.

In the position I was in now I was unable to see what anyone else was doing. I could only see the cheeks of Karen's sexy ass. But someone, I couldn't tell who, began to tease my pussy while I ate Karen's. I thought that was pretty nice of them. I didn't think I could cum again. But it still felt nice and made what I was doing even more exciting.

We went on like that for several minutes before Karen rolled over onto her back and I discovered that Mr. Barr and Erin were taking a break. They were sitting nearby watching me please Karen.

I turned around and moved between Karen's legs to get a better angle. I saw Erin smile at me and get up on her knees. She moved closer and after kissing Karen for a moment or two she began to worship Karen's small breasts.

Together, Erin and I drove Karen crazy. Not just once, either. We kept it up until she begged us to stop. And I know that we enjoyed it almost as much as she did.

We all sat or stretched out in a loose circle on the plush carpet after that. We caught our breath and enjoyed the afterglow. It was several minutes before Mr. Barr struggled to his feet and said, "I have to go in early tomorrow. I'm going to bed."

He turned away but I called out, "Mr. Barr!"

He turned back, probably to find out what I was going to whine about now. I said, "Thank you. I want you to know that I ... we appreciate what you have done for us. I promise you, I'm going to earn your trust one day. I feel terrible for what we did."

His expression never changed. But I'm almost positive I saw a twinkle in his eye when he said, "That's a start."

I sensed that he was pleased with us and I was surprised at the warm feeling that knowledge gave me.

After he went to bed we carried our new clothes upstairs. Karen helped us remove the tags and hang everything up. She was generous in her compliments and even though I'm almost certain it was calculated to work on our self esteem, it seemed to be working. If nothing else I felt enough different about myself to feel guilty for the terrible person I have been.

Before Karen went home she said, "You two have come a long way today. I wouldn't have believed it. She reached out and patted Erin's cheek and said with affection, "I don't think you had so far to come. It's just that no one knew who you were."

I felt the tears sting my eyes as I said, "That's my fault. I'm sorry Erin."

Karen reached out her other hand and took my hand in hers. She nodded and said, "Yes. It is your fault. You've been a pretty shitty mother. But maybe that's because you were raised the same way you were raising Erin.

"It isn't too late to turn that around. I'm proud of the progress you made today. When you apologized to Tyler just now I heard the sincerity in your voice. I wanted to hug you I was so excited. In fact, I think I will!"

And she did! She took me into her arms and our bodies pressed together. She hugged me tight and said, "You still have a lot to learn. You are going to be doing some things in the future that you will probably hate. Because even if Tyler thinks you are coming around he is still going to punish you. He believes in making people better by showing them that there is a price to pay for fucking up. And you two really fucked up.

"But I'm sure that when this is over you are going to be better women for it and you are going to be glad you came here."

I smiled and thought to myself, "If this is punishment, bring it on!"

She sent us to the shower while she got dressed. By the time we returned to our room she had gone home. Suddenly it felt strange to be alone with my daughter! Especially after all that we've been through today. We had a lot to talk about. I just wasn't sure how to say all the things that were racing through my mind.

Erin and I went straight to bed. We lay side by side in the dark, staring at the ceiling and thinking loudly. I could almost feel how badly Erin wanted to talk over what happened to us today. And I wanted to talk to Erin. I wanted to make sure she wasn't sorry now for the things she did and obviously enjoyed. I wanted to make certain that she wasn't embarrassed or upset. But I didn't know what to say.

She did.

I was reassured by the excitement in her voice when she suddenly exclaimed, "Wasn't that fun! God! What a day! They make the most awful things exciting!

"If I sat down in an empty room a couple of days ago and read a detailed list of the things we did today I would have been totally grossed out. I probably would have gotten sick to my stomach. I would have thought that I would rather die than live through the things we did today. Now I wish every day could be like today!

"And Mr. Barr! I was terrified of him! I thought he was an ogre, a monster. I think I like him!"

I was happy to hear that she hadn't been traumatized by the things we did today. But I was surprised that she was so enthusiastic. I had watched her as much as possible, watching for some sign that she was being pushed too far. I often got the impression that she was handling it better than I was, though I didn't expect this level of acceptance. But then, I can't deny that my feelings were very similar to hers. I decided that it would be best not to analyze how either one of us felt. Not yet. More time needed to pass. These strange things and our even stranger reactions needed to sink in.

ch 6

I awoke early in the morning, earlier than usual. Maybe it was the strange bed or it could have been the strange surroundings. It took a minute for everything to come flooding back to me. Remembering everything I saw and everything I did yesterday was like someone throwing a bucket of cold water in my face.

I got up and went to the bathroom. When I did I heard Mr. Barr taking a shower. I went downstairs and made coffee. After going back and forth in my mind I decided to go ahead and make his breakfast. If he didn't want it I could always eat it. And breakfast was one meal I could cook without having to go to cooking school.

He came down just as I was putting his breakfast on the table. He actually smiled!

I found myself blushing, not because I was naked, but because he obviously appreciated my efforts.

I pulled out his chair and finished serving him. I asked if I could have a cup of coffee. He said, "Of course. You may prepare breakfast for yourself if you like."

I smiled and said, "Just coffee. I'm not used to eating. I don't miss food much anymore. But I miss coffee."

He got a funny look on his face. But he didn't say anything.

I poured a cup of coffee and joined him at the table. He finished his bacon and eggs and I asked if he wanted anything else. He shook his head and said, "Thank you. That was very good."

I got up and cleared away his dishes. I was conscious of the way he was watching me but I was beginning to get used to it. I returned to the table, poured us both another cup of coffee and sat down across from him.

He stared at me for a few minutes as if trying to read my mind. I smiled and said, "You're wasting your time. There's nothing there."

He didn't smile. He simply said, "That was my first impression."

There was a long pause and he said, "Don't let it go to your head. But I'm having second thoughts. I'm beginning to wonder if I judged you too harshly."

I sighed and responded quietly, "I wish that I could say you did. But that would be a lie. You were right. All those terrible things you said about me are true. There may be extenuating circumstances here and there along the way. There may be things that I could point to and say, 'That's why I'm so fucked up.' But there was nothing in my life that could excuse the way I've lived my life. An army of people have risen above far worse circumstances than I have lived through and made something of themselves.

"No. I'm exactly who you said I was. I'm exactly what you said I was. But suddenly someone is holding out a straw. I see a way out of being who I have been. I promise you, Mr. Barr. I'm going to grab that straw. I'm going to be someone else. I'm going to be the person you are trying to make me into. I want you to know that I really appreciate this chance. You won't be sorry."

He stared at me for a minute before he said, "I believe you."

For some reason those three words meant a lot to me. He looked at his watch and stood up. He started to leave but turned back and asked, "Aren't you even upset with me for raping your daughter?"

I chuckled and replied, "I know I'm supposed to be. But you have to admit, she's one of the happiest rape victims in the world."

He laughed and added, "Her mother didn't seem too traumatized either."

I blushed again. I said, "I had an epiphany yesterday. And I thought about it long and hard in bed last night. I learned a lot about myself. Thank you, Mr. Barr."

He nodded. Then he said, "Tyler. Call me Tyler."

I felt honored! He asked me to use his first name! I realized how strange my reaction was to such a simple thing. But I didn't give a damn. I grinned from ear to ear and said, "Thank you, Tyler."

He smiled, said goodbye and left for his office.

I cleaned up the kitchen just in time to greet Erin as she came stumbling down the stairs still half asleep. I offered to make her breakfast but she wasn't in the habit of eating either. So we sat together and had a cup of coffee.

It took us several minutes to relax and begin to talk about the things we did yesterday. At first we talked more about our new clothes and the four hours at the spa. She was just as excited after having all night to let everything sink in as she was last night when it was happening.

She loved having a closet full of new clothes. She didn't enjoy the plucking or the electrolysis. But now that it was done she liked the effect. She's glad she experienced it, every bit of it. She didn't have to tell me how much she enjoyed the massage. I was on a table nearby and she was quite vocal during her massage.

But after avoiding the subject for half an hour we were forced to discuss the sex. I needed to know how she felt after she slept on it and had time to think. She experienced a lot of things that no sixteen year old girl should have to experience yesterday. Come to think of it, most grown women would be hard pressed to deal with what those men and Karen did to her yesterday.

Erin was embarrassed to be talking to me about it. But finally she said, "Mom, I know I should be curled up in a ball under my bed right now, crying and trying to get someone to dial 911. But you saw how much I enjoyed the things we did. I must have had a hundred orgasms yesterday!

"And do you want to know a secret? When they led us around that snooty spa naked, and when Karen made us stand around naked in the boutique and try on clothes in the aisle, god! I even came then! I had an orgasm taking off a dress in the aisle of that boutique. I fought it. I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood. But there was no holding back. I could never live in a nudist camp. I'd walk around all day with two little hard ons!"

She looked down and exclaimed, "Look at them. They're hard now just from thinking about it!"

I looked at her nipples. They were obviously hard as rocks. I walked around the table, bent down and kissed the top of her head and said, "I love you, you little slut."

She laughed and said, "I love you too, mom. I'll take that in the spirit I'm sure it was meant."

I took our coffee cups into the kitchen to clean up. There weren't many dishes so I washed them by hand. I was just finishing up when Karen walked in.

She examined the kitchen. I could see that she approved. She said, "Tyler called me. He told me what you did this morning. You might just be trainable after all."

She smiled when she said it, though. She was teasing. I blushed and replied, "Perhaps, with enough good beatings."

She sent us up to get ready to go out. She ordered Erin to wear one of her school outfits.

Shit! I forgot all about school!

Erin had, too. She has been skipping school a lot lately. She used to be a pretty fair student several years back. But she started losing interest. Unfortunately, as long as she passed I didn't pay much attention. Half the time I didn't even look at the grades on her report card.

It got worse this past year. She was always complaining, justifiably, that she had nothing to wear. All of her clothes were dirty. When I did do laundry she still complained because her clothes were old and shabby and way out of date. The other kids made fun of her because of the way she dressed.

Even if I sympathized there wasn't anything I could do about it. I never had any money. Now she had a wardrobe and apparently she had two guardians that were going to be better parents to her than I ever was.

That sudden realization swept over me like a tidal wave and the shame of it overwhelmed me. I suddenly fell to my knees and covered my face with my hands. I was nearly hysterical.

I'm not sure how long I would have acted out like that if Karen didn't haul off and kick me right in the ass.

I rolled over and looked up at her in shock. She snarled, "Quit feeling sorry for yourself, you selfish bitch! Yeah. You've been a bad mother. Everyone accepts that. Let's see if we can change it. Maybe all you needed was a good kick in the ass to be better at that, too."

They pulled me to my feet and Karen shoved me towards the stairs. I walked ahead of her rubbing my ass and exclaimed under my breath, "That hurt!"

"Yeah. But you had it coming. And you feel better now, don't you?"

I grunted noncommittally.

She laughed and said, "If you really need to have a pity party I'll schedule one for you. Until you get to the party I don't want you dwelling on the past and feeling sorry for yourself. That isn't the way to correct your behavior. So shape up or I'll kick your sexy ass all the way to the principal's office."

It's been seventeen years since I quit school and I still get cold inside at the very mention of the principal's office! Even now I cannot enter a school office without being made to feel like a powerless little girl.

Erin and I hurried along to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Then came the hard part. We got out our new makeup kits and helped each other trying to reproduce the results that the professionals achieved at the spa yesterday.

It wasn't easy. But between us we remembered most of what they taught us. With a little practice it would become more natural, I hope. It took us almost half an hour this first time doing it ourselves. But the results turned out to be pretty impressive.

We went to our room and quickly selected something to wear. That task was easier for Erin. She had a selection of outfits selected for her school wardrobe. They were stylish and attractive. My most conservative dress now was a flirty little summer dress that left little to the imagination.

We dressed quickly. Erin looked like a chic, trendy young coed. I looked like her prostitute mother. Well, maybe not like a prostitute. But I was certainly dressed inappropriately for a visit to the office of a high school.

Karen came in as we were finishing up. She inspected us and approved after touching up one of Erin's eyebrows to even them out.

I apologized for my earlier outburst.

Karen smiled and said, "Don't apologize. It was a sincere expression of the fact that you are aware of what you have been doing wrong and that you want to change. If you continue to progress as quickly as you seem to be you may earn the right to wear a grownup dress before long."

Erin grabbed her book bag and we went out to the car. Karen drove us to the high school. On the way she asked Erin how she felt about everything that happened to her yesterday.

Erin smiled at her in the mirror and said, "Turn around and take me back to the house. I'll show you."

Karen laughed. Then she started asking her about her school work and how much she has missed.

Erin wasn't so flippant about that. These last few years she has put almost no effort into schoolwork. This year she has been on the edge of dropping out all year. Now they are threatening to expel her for low grades and excessive absences. She just turned sixteen and legally she can quit if she wants. And she is old enough to flip hamburgers in a fast food restaurant.

She has gotten very tired of being poor and hungry and she has received no encouragement from me to do the right thing and stay in school. She has been out of school for nearly a week this time, I think. I haven't paid that much attention. And her only excuse is that I'm her mother.

We arrived at school just after the bell rang. The traffic had thinned out and the last of the students were filing in through the large double doors. I looked at that imposing building and I think that I was more nervous than Erin was about going in and facing the responsible adults upon whom the power to decide her future rested.

Karen went into the office with us and asked to speak to the principal. I got a few dirty looks from a couple of the women behind the counter. I wasn't certain if they recognized me or they were showing me how they felt about the way I was dressed.

Several of the women smiled at Karen and said hello to her. That surprised me. She smiled back and addressed them by name. Curious!

A few minutes later we were ushered into the principal's office and joined by one of the school counselors. I got more of those well deserved looks of barely contained disgust from both women.

Karen immediately took charge of the conversation. She explained that Erin was under new management and was about to turn over a new leaf. She also told them that there has been an intervention of sorts. She told them that I was receiving an intense remodeling of my own and would stop being an impediment to my daughter's education.

They looked at me and the inappropriate dress I chose to wear to this meeting and they were skeptical.

Karen started to explain, perhaps even defend me. But before she could speak I spoke for the first time. I said, "Mrs. Chapman, I don't have to tell you that I have been a terrible mother. I have raised my daughter pretty much the way I was raised. I know that's no excuse for my behavior. But it is for her. She's smart. I'm sure you know that. On the report cards that I have bothered to look at the teachers always said that she was intelligent and only needed to apply herself.

"I have always been her biggest problem. I didn't abuse her. And I think she knows that I love her. But I am certainly guilty of neglect. I don't imagine I have to tell you that. I've been a bad parent. But I'm going to change. I know she has missed a lot of school lately ... more than usual I mean. She wants to turn that around. She wants to be a good student now. Karen and Mr. Barr have taken it upon themselves to take care of her and make an attempt at straightening me out. Please, I'm begging you to give her a chance."

There was a look of surprise on the principal's face. She turned to Karen and asked, "Tyler is involved in this?!"

Karen nodded. Then she said, "Yes. He has already hired a couple of very good tutors. She will be brought up to class level before finals. I know that it's too late to raise her grades to an acceptable level. But she is just barely passing and I can promise that she'll do well on her finals. I can also promise that she will not miss any more days of school."

Mrs. Chapman and the counselor looked at each other for a moment. But it looked like Karen had a lot of influence here for some reason. I started to get my hopes up.

Mrs. Chapman ignored me. She sat back in her chair, looking down at the folder containing Erin's records. She didn't open it. She already knew it well. At last she looked up at Karen and said, "Erin has always frustrated me. I taught her when I was teaching elementary school. I was her fourth grade teacher. She was starting to head down the wrong track at that time. I don't think she remembers me."

Erin smiled weakly and quietly said, "Yes, ma'am. I remember."

Mrs. Chapman continued, "She would come to school in dirty, disgraceful clothes and the other children, as children are wont to do, teased her mercilessly. I did what I could to protect her. But there is only so much a teacher can do. I tried talking to ... her mother. I scheduled meeting after meeting but she never showed up. I even tried to talk the principal into calling Social Services to visit the home. I was told to mind my own business.

"It was frustrating because I knew how intelligent Erin is. Her homework was seldom completed. But give her a problem to figure out and she could solve it effortlessly. Ask her to read anything, no matter how far above her grade level and she read it perfectly."

She turned to me and said, "Quite frankly, Mrs. Connolly, I would have loved to kick your ass. That desire has never left me."

I blushed in shame. But I responded, "I wish you had."

The principal turned back to Karen and said, "I owe you and Tyler more than I can ever repay. You saved my daughter when the police were incapable of helping. You saved me, because I could not have gone on if you hadn't done what you did. I would do anything to repay you. But I will be doing this for Erin. Not for you or Tyler. If she is willing to put in the effort to turn herself around I'm more than happy to help her all that I can. It's what I do here, though most of the kids don't realize it."

I exhaled loudly. I had been holding my breath for what must have been a very long time. Everyone looked at me. I blushed and said, "I'm sorry. I just ... I'm sorry."

Mrs. Chapman looked at me for a moment, trying to look inside of my head. Lately it seems like everyone is trying to read my mind.

Karen quietly said, "It isn't entirely her fault. I'm not saying she couldn't have or shouldn't have been a better mother. She most definitely could have. But she was raised the way she was raising her daughter. Someone needed to rap her nose with a rolled up newspaper to get her attention but no one ever did. Tyler has taken it upon himself to get her attention and I think you will notice an immediate improvement in Erin as a result."

Erin was given a note to take to her class and sent on her way. We gave the people in the office our new address and phone number. Then I followed Karen outside. As soon as we left the building, with tears of gratitude running down my cheeks I said, "Thank you. I appreciate what you did, what you are doing for Erin. She has a lot to overcome because of me."

Karen nodded but said only, "You're screwing up your makeup. Dry your eyes."

We returned to Tyler's house where my lessons began. Under Karen's close supervision I removed my dress and began to clean house like I have never cleaned house before. Although the house was already immaculate I was shown how to clean every nook and cranny the right way to keep it that way.

I stopped at lunch time to prepare a light lunch that we ate together. And then there was an embarrassing interruption at two o'clock when the man they hired to teach me to cook came to interview me. I wasn't enrolled in a class. A man would come to the house for two hours once a week to instruct me personally!

He asked me a hundred questions in order to determine what he had to work with. Before he left he asked Karen, "Will she always be dressed this way?"

Karen nodded and said, "If it bothers you, feel free to order her to relieve the tension."

The shock on his face almost made me laugh, despite my own shock at hearing her give him permission to have sex with me.

He looked back and forth between my body and Karen's face before asking, "Really?"

Karen smiled and replied, "Would you feel better if I left the room? You can have her now if you like."

"You don't mind?"

Karen shook her head and replied, "It's part of her job."

He exclaimed breathlessly, "I'll be damned!"

Then he put his briefcase back down on the floor and began unfasten his pants. I probably should have been furious, or at least very embarrassed. But after what I have been through already I was surprised at my own reaction. I was amused and titillated. I actually didn't mind that this man I just met was freeing his cock to have sex with me right here in the living room.

He pulled his pants down to his knees, sat back down and looked at me. I moved closer, watching his eyes as he feasted on my nude body.

He reached up and ran his hand over my body, gently exploring my breast and then quickly sliding down to cup my pussy. I was shocked when his finger entered me and I realized how moist I was down there.

He stared at my body but said to Karen, "My wife hates to suck my co ... penis. Would it be alright if..."

Karen laughed and said, "The bitch will be happy to suck your cock, Mr. Welch. And she has gotten very good at it lately."

I didn't wait to be told. I dropped to my knees beside his legs and pulled his pants down and off so that they wouldn't be in the way. I put them aside and moved in between his legs. His cock was perfectly average in every way.

I lifted his legs up onto the arms of the easy chair he was sitting in and slowly lowered my lips to his heavy balls to give him time to enjoy the anticipation. What amazed me, though, was that I was looking forward to it, too!

I wasn't doing this for him, though. I wasn't doing it for my own amusement. I was doing this to please Karen and Tyler! That was what freaked me out. I couldn't stop thinking about that as I gently kissed and licked his hairy scrotum and watched his cock throbbing violently in my face.

His hands reached out and caressed my hair, pulling me close as he groaned and shivered, nearly out of control.

He sighed loudly and muttered, "Oh god! It's been so long!"

I could see, however, that it wouldn't be much longer. I licked my way up the shaft of his cock and quickly wrapped my lips around it before he had an accident. I slid my lips slowly down his shaft, letting the head of his cock slip into my throat.

His fingers clamped down on my head and he cried out passionately. I knew he was cumming. I tried to pull my head back so that his cum wouldn't all go down my throat. But he was holding me too tightly. I couldn't move.

He held me like that until the throes of his orgasm released him and he suddenly seemed to realize what he was doing. He took his hands away abruptly and exclaimed, "Oh god! I'm sorry! Are you alright?"

I swallowed and then smiled up at him reassuringly. I said, "I'm fine. Would you like to try that again?"

He looked to Karen for permission. I didn't see her but she obviously gave her consent. He smiled down at me and nodded.

I kissed the head of his cock and tickled it with the tip of my tongue to tease him a little more before I took it back into my mouth and started sucking. He lasted much longer this time. And this time when he came he came in my mouth.

I helped him get dressed as soon as he had a moment to catch his breath. He got to his feet a bit unsteadily and said, "I'm not sure who to thank for that wonderful experience."

Karen and I both smiled at him. Karen said, "You are quite welcome. You can repay us by seeing to it that she doesn't poison us with her cooking."

My first lesson wasn't until next week. I didn't know what we were going to do until then if they didn't like my cooking now.

After Mr. Welch left Karen sent me upstairs to freshen up and put a dress on. It took me a few minutes but I hurried.

When I got back downstairs, Karen handed me her keys and said, "Let's go pick up Erin."

I have been driving since I was sixteen but I've never driven a nice car. I was terrified as I climbed behind the wheel of Karen's almost new Lincoln. I think I'm a good driver. But then, don't most people?

I got in, adjusted the seat and the mirrors, fastened my seatbelt and started the car. I turned to Karen and asked, "Are you sure about this? All I've ever driven were wrecks. It didn't matter if I ran into anything."

She didn't even look at me. She sat back, relaxed and asked, "You've never had an accident have you? There aren't any on your record."

"No. But..."

"Drive."

In addition to being the nicest car I've ever driven it's the largest car I've ever driven. But it was very easy to drive and I quickly became comfortable behind the wheel.

It wasn't far to the school. I got in line with the other cars waiting to pick up students and we inched along towards the front. I kept an eye out for Erin. She normally walks home. But as we inched forward I got worried that someone might have offered her a ride. I suggested the possibility to Karen.

She said, "No. I told her we were going to pick her up this afternoon."

I saw her coming long before we reached the front of the long line. She was walking down the sidewalk looking younger and more relaxed than I have seen her in a long time. She waved when she spotted us and skipped ahead.

She climbed into the backseat, smiled at me in the mirror and exclaimed, "Karen! I didn't know you had a death wish!"

Karen chuckled and replied, "Well, I don't want to live forever. Is that a death wish?"

I asked her how things went in school. I was watching her face in the rearview mirror. She looked at me and suddenly there were tears running down her cheeks.

Suddenly I was worried. I felt like someone had placed a large weight on my chest. I thought things would be better now. I asked her what was wrong.

Karen turned around in her seat to see what the problem was.

Erin pulled a tissue from her purse and wiped her eyes. She shook her head and in a strange voice she said, "I'm just a little confused. People treated me entirely different today. Some boys even flirted with me. It was like I always imagined school was supposed to be. No one made fun of me. No one picked on me.

"But then I started resenting them. I was mad at them because I'm the same person I have always been. The only thing that changed was my hair, makeup and clothes. Well, that and I have a chauffeur now."

She laughed quietly at her own joke and said, "If those kids are that shallow do I really want them for my friends?!"

Karen smiled and said, "I'm impressed. That's a lesson most people never learn. Listen honey. That's how life is. Most of the friends you have are going to be like that. Just keep it in mind and like them for who they are without expecting too much from them.

"If you're lucky you will have one or two close friends in your life. But we can't always be with the people we love and trust. And it sucks to be alone. So accept people for what they are and enjoy their company when you can.

"You can still have principles. If you see someone being bullied, stand up for them. If you see someone doing something dishonest, report it. You'll make a few enemies doing the right thing. But you'll impress the right people, the people that matter. And you'll be happier and more comfortable in your skin."

Erin thought about it for a minute and said, "I guess that makes sense. I just feel like such a phony for not calling them out when all of a sudden they treat me like I'm somebody because you bought me a nice dress and got my hair done. That kind of sucks."

"Yes. It does. But you'll get used to it. You'll find that you have different levels of friends. If you're lucky you will have one or two real friends in your life. People you trust and share your secrets and your hurts with. There will be people who you will want nothing to do with. Hopefully you will not decide that based on superficial reasons like their social status or their appearance. These are people who could be dangerous or are ethically challenged. That group could include people who are self destructive and couldn't care less if they drag you down with them. Some people can't be helped. They don't even think they need help. They are right and the world is wrong about everything.

"Most people fall in between those two categories. They are nice enough people with their own foibles. You might enjoy going out for the evening with them or invite them over for a barbeque. You might play cards with them. You will enjoy their company and count them among your friends. But you will be aware of their shortcomings. You won't hold those things against them. But you'll guard your confidences around them.

"You can't eliminate everyone from your life that disappoints you. You'll always be alone if you do. You have to admit, having people to talk to today, having boys flirt with you, that beat the hell out of being alone. Didn't it?"

"Yes. It was exciting. It was what I hoped would happen someday. It just seems strange that it happened so fast. These girls are the pinnacle of society around school. They trash everyone. They have been trashing me since the third or fourth grade. Now I'm well dressed and wearing makeup and I'm suddenly cool.

"And it was sudden, too. I'm not kidding. People stared at me like they didn't know who I was for the first two periods. Then Becky, the coolest of the cool, came over to me and started a conversation. We talked for a few minutes between classes and she invited me to join her and her friends for lunch.

"I was certain it was some kind of trick. But it turns out that as long as I'm well dressed and pretty they think I'm one of them. I've been biting my tongue all day to keep from telling them off."

"Good! Keep that perspective and keep biting your tongue and you'll get along just fine. Or wait until we get home and I'll bite your tongue."

Erin laughed. She sighed loudly and sat back in her seat. A moment later she asked, "Why is mom driving? Is this going to be one of her duties?"

Karen shrugged and answered, "Sometimes. But I just wanted to see if she could do it without killing anyone. You're going next."

Erin's jaw dropped. She has had her license for almost six months now and she took the Driver's Education Course at school. But she hasn't had very many opportunities to practice. Our old car was very unreliable and we were always almost out of gas. She must be even more scared than I was when Karen told me to drive.

She cleared her throat and said, "Maybe I'd better not. I just got my license. I'd be afraid that..."

Karen smiled and said, "Of course you'll be afraid. We are all afraid at first. I suppose the fear helps keep us alive. I want to see if you can drive safely. If we ever get away from this fucking school parking lot we are going to the doctor's office. If you survive that I want you to drive."

It was probably another ten minutes before we got around the circle in front of the school and back out to the street. Karen told me the address of the doctor we were going to see and I worked my way through the still very heavy school traffic.

While I fought the traffic, Karen asked Erin how far behind she was in her studies.

Erin exclaimed, "Oh! Thanks for reminding me. I wanted to explain that you don't need to get me a tutor. I'm not really far behind. I've missed a couple of quizzes I have to make up and there are a few papers I have to turn in. I talked to all of my teachers and apologized for being such an ass. I promised to do better and make up the work I've missed. Most of them were pretty nice about it.

"But I'm not really behind in the subject matter. This stuff is easy for me. I think that's one of the problems. I get bored.

"I always make the mistake of reading all my textbooks at the beginning of the year and working any of the problems if they look challenging or if I don't understand something. I could probably pass all of the finals now with a ninety-five or higher."

Karen glanced at me with a funny look on her face and then asked Erin, "Have you ever taken an IQ test?"

"No. And if you're thinking I'm some kind of genius, I'm not. It's just that I'm curious and I like to read ahead. So far none of this stuff has been very hard for me. But let's be real. They really dumb this stuff down. Take my word for it. There is a lot I don't know."

Karen nodded and said, "We'll see."

I pulled into a small medical complex and parked. We followed Karen inside. The doctor's office was closing for the day as we were arriving. But Karen had made some sort of special arrangement with them to see us after hours and suddenly there were doctors and nurses all over us! She explained that neither one of us has seen a doctor in years and she wanted us checked out and we both needed prescriptions for birth control.

We were led away, poked and prodded extensively, x-rayed and examined from our hair to the soles of our feet. I had about a gallon of blood drained from me and was given several vaccinations.

Erin was led into the blood lab just as they finished with me and I waited with her while they drew another gallon of blood from her. She had been given twice as many shots as I was and her arms were stiff and sore. This was her first time visiting a doctor in years and she was probably more scared than I was. But she didn't complain. Not even when they started draining her blood. I was very proud of her.

We were taken from the lab to a waiting area and then joined Karen in a doctor's office. He shared the results with all three of us. Barring anything popping up in the blood tests we were both in excellent health. He discussed birth control options and side effects with us and then wrote out prescriptions for the pill.

All of that required slightly more than an hour. It was just after five when we returned to the car. I handed Erin the key and she stood there looking between me and Karen nervously. She finally turned to Karen and asked, "Are you sure about this? I really need more practice first. You have such a nice car."

Karen smiled and replied, "And it has airbags all over the place. I'm not worried. You are a remarkable young woman and I trust you. Now get in the fucking car and drive."

Erin smiled despite her fears. She took a deep breath and said, "I hope they can match the paint color at the body shop."

We got in and buckled up. Erin conscientiously adjusted everything that needed adjusting and asked, "Where would you like to go, ma'am?"

"Ma'am my ass! Drive around for a while until you feel a little more comfortable. The town isn't that big. I don't think we'll get lost. I will suggest, however, that since it's rush hour you'll have an easier time of it if you drive towards town. Everyone else is trying to evacuate."

It was a very nervous ride at first. But Erin began to gain confidence quickly and when she relaxed a little so did we. Karen has taken some advanced driving courses at the police academy and attended the Bondurant School. She offered Erin some tips from time to time. I learned a lot just sitting in the back seat.

She drove downtown and as Karen had suggested they would be, the streets were surprisingly quiet. We drove around for close to an hour before Karen started directing her towards our next destination.

I thought nothing of it when Karen directed Erin to turn into a large car dealership. Erin pulled over and parked. Karen got out and said, "Come on guys. Follow me."

Still nothing to ring any bells.

We got out and followed Karen. She was met half way to the showroom by a salesman who greeted her like an old friend. She asked, "Ready?"

He nodded and we followed him around to the side of the large showroom. We stood behind Karen as she and the salesman looked at one car and then the other one parked next to it. We waited while Karen started the little red Corvette convertible and then looked under the hood with the salesman.

They went over the car, inspecting it in meticulous detail. I was amazed at how much Karen knew about cars. They did the same thing with the nearly identical car parked next to it. When Karen appeared satisfied they turned the engines off and we followed them inside.

I don't know what Erin was thinking. I assumed that Karen just purchased a Corvette.

I didn't find out how wrong I was until we went into the man's office. He wasn't a salesman. He owned the dealership. He asked me and then Erin to sign some papers. That was the first hint we had that something strange was happening.

After we signed the papers, Karen thanked Mr. Forbes, who it turns out owns the dealership. Karen said goodbye. Erin and I mumbled something and followed her out to the parking lot.

After we left the building, as we were walking towards the twin Corvettes, Karen said, "Tyler thinks that you both need vehicles. He told me that he felt guilty since he took yours away. We both know that's a crock of shit. That thing you were driving was a death trap. But he called Mr. Forbes and worked out some kind of deal. He's going to take care of the taxes and insurance until you get your lives back together. Don't screw this up."

She handed Erin and me a set of keys and an envelope with our copies of the paperwork in them. She smiled at our dazed expressions and said, "Follow me back to the house. I think it would be nice if we went home and made him a special meal to show your appreciation."

Karen turned to walk to her car. Erin and I were both too stunned to move. I called out, "Karen, wait!"

She turned back to see what I wanted.

I held out the keys and the paperwork in my hand and shook my head. "I can't accept this! This isn't punishment! This is wrong. I can't."

And then I started crying. I wasn't even sure why! But I couldn't stop it. The tears ran down my cheeks and I felt terrible.

Karen ignored the keys I was holding out to her. Erin took them from me and tried to hand both sets to her.

Karen smiled. It was a sweet, emotional smile that I haven't seen before. She was letting her guard down. I would realize it later. But at the moment I was far too upset.

She stepped up to me, pushed my hand out of the way and hugged me. Then she stretched out an arm and pulled Erin into her embrace as well. She kissed us both on the cheek and said, "Maybe you two aren't who we thought you were. You aren't off the hook. You did a terrible thing. But I think that maybe Tyler and I are guilty of a rush to judgment. He wants to do this. That doesn't mean he is finished with you. You will still be punished. You are still going to be his slaves. He is still going to do whatever he feels is necessary to turn your lives around, whether you like it or not.

"But some of the things that you have said and done have surprised us ... I mean him. He doesn't want you to live lives of total deprivation. This arrangement isn't without compromise. Those are not new cars. Both are last year's models and have been used for test drives. For the time being you won't be able to just drive off without permission.

"Erin, you'll use yours to drive to school. But when you aren't in school or at some school function you will be required to be home.

"Paula, you will be too busy cleaning house and getting an education to do much driving. Your life of leisure has ended. But you will need a vehicle for running errands, shopping, that sort of thing. For the time being that is all that you will use it for.

"Now stop looking a gift horse in the ass and get your lazy butts back to the house so we can make Tyler a nice dinner to thank him for being such a sucker for a pretty face and a nice ass."

Erin looked at me and with a sweetly innocent look on her face she asked, "Which of us do you suppose is which?"

That went right over my head for a moment. Then I saw her smile and I had to laugh. Karen joined us and the three of us stood there laughing like idiots for a minute or two, even though it wasn't that funny.

Karen finally ordered Erin to give me back my keys. There was a moment of confusion. But we straightened out which keys went to which cars. We figured out how to start the cars and soon we were following Karen back to Tyler's house.

ch 7

I drove all the way home in a daze. I honestly don't remember that entire trip. I wanted to pull over and park every few minutes so that I could bury my face in my hands and cry.

I know that I haven't done anything to impress anyone this much. They must be really impressed with Erin and they are letting me go along for the ride. All I've done is to let them buy me new clothes, a hairdo and a car. That wasn't hard at all. And I happened to be up this morning so I made breakfast. I didn't screw up bacon and eggs so he bought me an expensive car?!

If they were trying to teach me how to feel guilty it was working.

Tyler was already home when we got there. Two of the garage doors were open, waiting for our new cars. He had moved his motorcycles out of the way to make room.

I waited while Erin carefully parked her new car and got out. Then I pulled into the last bay, shut the engine off and broke down. Me, not the car. I sat there crying like a baby.

It was a couple of minutes before Karen yanked my door open and exclaimed, "Damn, girl! Grow a set of balls! If you are this hormonal now, what are you like when you're having you're period?"

I've noticed that she has a way of saying the worst things in the nicest way. I wiped my eyes and leaned my head back to look up at her. I smiled through my tears and said, "No one has ever done anything nice for me before. To do something this nice after I did something so terrible ... god! I feel awful!"

She shook her head and said, "You and you're fucked up daughter! You two are hopeless!"

She held out her hand and helped me out of the low slung car. I shut the door and stood there looking down at it for a moment. I felt the tears starting again. I exclaimed, "Damn it! I can't stop!"

I wiped my eyes again and the three of us hurried inside. Erin ran ahead. By the time Karen and I got inside Erin was wriggling around in Tyler's lap hugging him half to death and attacking him with the death of a thousand kisses.

He patted her hip and said, "Go do your homework. Your long vacation is over young lady!"

She gave him one last big kiss and whispered, "Thank you."

She got up, picked up her book bag and started upstairs to do her homework. Karen went after her to show her how to use Tyler's computer. On top of everything else he has done for us he was giving her his computer room!

I dropped to my knees beside his chair. He looked down at me and said, "I know what you're thinking. You are very grateful. Don't say it. Show me. Turn your life around. Be the person you have the potential to be."

I shook my head. I reached up and took his hand in mine. I touched my forehead to it. How could I not say it?! How could I accept all that he has done for me and my daughter and not say something?!

I tilted my head up, kissed his hand and with tears running down my cheeks I said, "You have already turned my life around. You won't be sorry. I would do anything for you. I don't understand this. I don't understand any of this. We stole from you and you pay us back this way! Are you some kind of god?"

He smiled and exclaimed, "It's a car for Christ's sake!"

"No! I mean yes! It's a car. And it's clothes and a place to live and food. It's my daughter back in school and smiling! And a computer! She's never had a computer to do her schoolwork on.

"I haven't seen Erin smile in years! It's the opportunity you are giving us, which I promise you both of us are going to make something of. There is no way to express what's in my heart right now. I feel like I'm going to explode!"

He squeezed my hand lightly and said, "Would you mind making dinner first? I'd do it. But I had a rough day and I'm tired."

I got to my feet, suddenly feeling very inadequate again. I had no idea what to make him for dinner. Before I went into the kitchen to look around I said, "Someday, somehow, I am going to repay you."

"You just did. You didn't explode. Thank you for that."

I leaned down and kissed him. I couldn't think of the words that I needed to express what was in my heart. But for a moment we looked into each other's eyes and I saw that he knew.

I went to the kitchen and stood in front of the refrigerator feeling very inadequate. As I said earlier, I can cook. But my idea of cooking so far has only inspired him to hire someone to teach me how to cook! I was afraid to even plan a meal now.

Luckily, Karen returned from showing Erin how to use her first computer in time to supervise the preparation of dinner.

Karen advised me on the menu but I was able to prepare the meal on my own. I was gratified that everyone seemed to enjoy it. I have felt so worthless since I came to this house. Everything I do is wrong, every thought I have uninformed. If the idea is to break me down and build me back up they are succeeding in the first part.

For that reason I was unduly pleased by the mild praise I received for the meal.

Erin, on the other hand, was walking on air. She has friends at school now. She was just given a sexy Corvette to drive. And for the first time she has a computer to use for her schoolwork. She has used a computer before, of course. She has spent hours at the library and she has used the computers in the school computer lab. She has never had the convenience of having all that information and convenience in her own home.

I think that if Erin was asked to come up with the ideal living situation she would probably offer up her life now as the perfect example. I think that even the fact that she has lost control over her body and her sexuality appeals to her. She has been nervous each time Tyler or Karen made her do something. But there is no question that each time she enjoyed the hell out of whatever they made her do. She likes being naked and she enjoys being told what to do. She wouldn't classify what is happening to her as sexual abuse. I think she would be very upset if Tyler and Karen suddenly decided that from now on Erin would be required to remain celibate.

I think I understand how she feels. I am more than a little surprised to discover that I am experiencing those same strange reactions. The way I feel about Tyler and Karen is totally different than what I expected. I suppose the way they are treating me and even more importantly, the things they have done for Erin have a lot to do with that. I am more grateful than I can put into words for the strange situation that Erin and I find ourselves in now.

Karen brought up the fact that Erin didn't require the tutors they hired for her. She suggested that they might be put to better use educating me, once I have time for them in my schedule. She also mentioned to Tyler that she was thinking of having Erin's IQ tested.

Erin blushed and once more protested, "I'm not a genius! I mean it! I'm flattered that you think I'm smart, Karen. But I think you are basing that on nothing more than the fact that I like to read. Trust me. This blonde hair color is natural and totally appropriate."

Tyler didn't say anything at first. He was watching Erin's reaction curiously. Finally he asked, "Are you afraid that if it turns out you're intelligent it will set you apart? It needn't. A high IQ score can't give you a better life. But it can help you make plans. It can help you make decisions about your future. And it can open doors. It wouldn't hurt to take the test."

He turned to me then and wondered out loud, "Would your life have been different if you had been properly nurtured? What if it turned out that you have a high IQ and could have been a doctor or a lawyer or a teacher? What if you had been an asset to society instead of a drain?"

I suppose it was a valid question, though I didn't care much for the brutal honesty. But I knew myself well enough to know that any intelligent genes my daughter might have inherited did not come from me. I suppose I have an average intelligence level. But that's as good as it gets for me. I'm more than a little embarrassed that it took a stranger to point out my daughter's intelligence.

It was that thought that was occupying my mind as I began to clear off the table. Erin got up to help but the doorbell rang so Tyler sent her to answer it. She blushed. But she didn't hesitate. She turned and headed for the door, knowing that someone else, some other stranger was about to see her in the nude.

I saw Tyler and Karen grin at each other in amusement. I got the impression that they already knew who was at the door. Erin returned a moment later, leading a handsome, well dressed young man who looked stunned by the vision of loveliness he was following through the house. The poor guy didn't even notice me until after he greeted Tyler and Karen.

He looked up at me when I came back into the dining room to pick up the last of the dirty dishes and did a double take. He looked back and forth between me and Erin a couple of times and said to Tyler, "I forgot why I came here!"

He placed a plastic bag on the table and said, "Joan said you left these on your desk. She asked me to drop them off."

He sat down, sighing loudly as he collapsed into a chair. He was obviously exhausted. Karen asked him if he wanted something to eat or a drink. He asked for a drink which I made and served him while he told Tyler and Karen the results of a business trip he was just now returning from. He missed them at the office. His plane was delayed. Tyler's secretary had asked him to come to the house to brief them.

Erin and I went about our cleanup duties and ignored the conversation. The things they talked about meant nothing to us anyway. But when they concluded their business, Tyler asked, "Would you like one of them before you leave?"

That got our attention!

Karen waved us over and ordered us to stand beside their guest so that he could decide if he would like to have sex with one of us. He looked us over. It was obvious that he liked what he could see.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes he turned to Tyler and said, "I'm exhausted. I'm just about certain that I am too tired to entertain one of these beautiful young women. But any man that would say no to that offer is no man. If this is one of the perks of my job intend to take advantage of it."

He rested one hand on my ass and asked, "Would either of you young ladies care to entertain a very tired man for what will probably be a disappointingly short tryst?"

Karen laughed and answered for us, "They don't have the right of denial. The ass you have your hand on belongs to Paula. The other young lady is her sixteen year old daughter, Erin. You may feel free to enjoy either of them and you don't have to concern yourself with how they feel about it."

The young man looked uncomfortable with the concept of a woman who isn't able to refuse his advances. I smiled down at him and said, "It's alright, sir. We don't mind. Feel free to permit either one of us to help you relax before you leave. We would be honored."

He gave me a curious look. I knew that he was wondering how a mother could permit herself or her daughter to be used this way. Before he could speak, Erin took his free hand from the table and placed it over her breast. She smiled at him and said, "We tried to act like we didn't like it at first. But what's the use. We enjoy this. My mom and I would be happy to bring you a little pleasure."

It was obvious that his libido was about to win out over his conscience. There was a respectable bulge in the front of his slacks and the mystified look in his eyes was dissolving quickly.

I was shocked, but strangely pleased when our guest chose me over my daughter. I almost laughed out loud at the expression on Erin's face. She was surprised, too. She also looked disappointed.

Karen noticed our reactions and she did laugh out loud. To Erin she said, "Don't worry, dear. I'm almost certain that we can find something to do to make it up to you."

I helped the tired young operative to his feet and escorted him up to our bedroom. He followed me into the room but then, instead of tearing his clothes off and attacking me he stood in front of me, took both of my hands in his and asked, "Are you certain about this? I would never take a woman against her will. If you would rather, we can talk for a little while and then go back downstairs. I'll tell Tyler you were wonderful."

I smiled up at this sweet young man and said, "I'm new at this. You are only the second man to whom Tyler has given me. I will admit to you that I did not enter into this situation willingly. But he quickly made a convert out of me. I would do just about anything for Tyler at this point. But the truth is, when he does this it turns me on. Much to my surprise I find that I kind of like being a sex slave.

"It came as a shock to me when I realized it. But it's exciting. I've been thinking about it, trying to understand my reaction. I think I enjoy it because it sets me free. I'm able to let go and not worry what people think of me. I'm free to be a sexual being like I have never been able to do before. It's unbelievably invigorating.

"It doesn't suck that you are so handsome and so sweet. But if you were an ugly old ogre I'd still be enjoying this. So please, don't let your conscience interfere with your pleasure. And don't worry about me. Think of this as every man's fantasy come true. Just tell me what you want me to do. Your wish is my command."

Under his breath he exclaimed, "Damn! I must still be asleep on the plane! I'm going to be very embarrassed when I wake up and realize I've had a wet dream!"

I laughed and moved a little closer. I disengaged my hands from his and put my arms around his neck. I stood up on my toes and kissed him lightly. Then I said, "Let's get you out of that suit and make you comfortable."

I started taking his jacket off but he got a worried look on his face and said, "I have been on the go since before five this morning. I need a shower first."

I didn't think he did. The only thing my nose detected was the faint aroma of his deodorant and a mild aftershave. I told him he smelled fine to me. But it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to relax and enjoy this. So I said, "Okay. We can take a shower first if that will ease your mind."

He let me undress him then. I thought he smelled clean. But if he wants to take a shower that's fine, too. It's a nice form of foreplay if you do it right.

I led him across the hall to the bathroom. He was self conscious about walking around naked but I assured him it wasn't a problem. No one was going to be spying on us and if someone did see us they wouldn't be offended.

We spent much longer than was necessary soaping each other up and sliding our hands over each other's slick bodies. His cock was perfectly average, between six and seven inches long. It looked delicious. I couldn't wait to taste it.

I eagerly led him back to my room. I pulled the bedspread down and guided him down on his back in the center of the bed. His cock was hard now and sticking up in the air. It throbbed with every beat of his heart. He had no more questions and nothing about what we were doing was pricking his conscience.

After the erotic shower we just enjoyed he was somewhat refreshed from his long trip and I tried not to dwell on the thought that if given another chance to choose he might now choose to spend this time with my nubile daughter. But I couldn't really blame any man for that. So I put it out of my head and joined my new friend on the bed.

It finally occurred to him while we were making out in the shower that I didn't know his name. He introduced himself. His name is Lyle. He works directly under Tyler, Karen and Todd.

I managed to learn a little more about Tyler and Karen. I didn't pry. He was just making conversation. I imagine he said some things that he wouldn't have said if he wasn't so tired.

I learned that the company was started by Tyler after he was medically retired from the police force. He was wounded saving the life of a hostage and couldn't pass the physical to return to the job because of some bone damage that resulted.

Not long after he got the company off the ground he recruited Karen and Todd and made them partners. Karen came out of the CIA and Todd was working computer crimes for the FBI when he was recruited.

They still do some investigative work if a case is challenging enough or if they think they can affect an outcome more quickly and efficiently than the law enforcement community. But those kinds of cases usually don't even pay for themselves. Their largest source of income is security consulting. And in this day and age that has become a very lucrative international business.

I learned more about Tyler, Karen and Todd in ten minutes in the shower than I've learned in two days of servitude. But then, we haven't had a lot of two way conversations. I was surprised to learn Karen's history. I would have never guessed that she was a CIA agent. She seems so normal!

All that I learned about Tyler and his company was very interesting. But I put that out of my head and began to concentrate on something else that was of more interest to me at the moment.

I have been noticing that in a very short time my sexual appetites have been changing, along with the things that I found erotic. It has only been two days since the very suggestion that I provide oral sex to a man whose name I have known for ten minutes would have gotten someone's face slapped.

Not now. Looking down at the attractive man reclining before me and the hard cock I was about to take into my mouth was making my pussy tingle like I couldn't believe.

I stretched out on the bed beside him. He took me in his arms and we began to kiss like lovers. These were not tentative, get to know you a little bit better kisses. These were 'you are so fucking hot, let's fuck' kisses.

Not long after we started kissing his hands began to wander over my body again the way they had in the shower. I was more than happy to have it. I loved the way he was touching me.

After several more minutes of kissing and touching with growing passion I pushed Lyle over onto his back and began to work my way slowly down his body with my tongue. He is a slender man without a lot of bulging muscles. But in the shower, and now here in the bed, as I became more familiar with his body I learned that he was surprisingly fit. His compact body was hard and firm in all the right places. I imagine that more than one muscle bound ape has bitten off more than he could chew when he messed with Lyle. There were a few battle scars on his wiry body that made it clear he didn't spend all of his time working in an office.

He had a sort of James Bond quality about him that added to the excitement I was feeling as I licked and kissed my way down to his hard cock. My first impression when I saw him enter the house earlier was that he seemed young and maybe a little naïve. He may be those things to some measure. But he was more than that and the combination, or perhaps I should say the contrast, was fascinating.

Lyle moaned when I finally reached his hard cock with my tongue. I teased the very tip before supporting the hard shaft with my thumb and forefinger and gently licking the head, cleaning up the large amount of lubricant that had begun to accumulate there.

I almost had to hold him down as I ran my tongue down the underside of his shaft and began to tease his balls. I can't say for sure how old Lyle is. It's very hard to judge. He looks young. But he has had a hard life, judging from the scars and he is obviously competent, judging by the confidence that Lyle and Karen have in his abilities.

Even so, he looks much younger than his age, whatever it is. He could almost pass for a teenager. That effect was amplified by the youthful look of his cock and almost hairless balls. The youthful appearance of his sex organs made what I was doing even more erotic.

I covered his cock and balls with kisses and licked every square inch with the tip of my tongue before wetting my lips and pressing them tightly together. I pressed my lips against the head of his cock and slowly forced his cock between my lips and over my tongue, sliding slowly down the shaft until the head of his cock entered my throat.

He gasped and then cried out, "OH CHRIST! YOU SWEET BITCH! I NEVER ... AHHH!"

I had trouble keeping my lips pressed around the shaft of his cock. I felt an overwhelming need to smile proudly at the pleasure he was taking from me. I slowly withdrew until just the head of his cock was in my mouth and did it again.

His body quivered as if he was freezing to death. His hands gripped the sides of my head, but gently. He let me do that for several minutes before he said, "Come on! I can't last much longer. You are too much! Get up here."

I only moaned sensuously around his hard shaft and continued to fuck his cock with my mouth. He started twitching violently and cursing under his breath. It was less than a minute later that he warned, "Paula! I can't stop it!"

Good! I didn't want him to hold back! I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him.

I took his hands in mine and pulled them away from my head. I held them tightly in my grip and began working my mouth up and down his cock even faster until his cute ass came up off the bed and I felt the flood of warm cum on my tongue.

I pulled back until I only had the head of his cock in my mouth and freed my right hand so that I could pump his shaft with it.

I watched him thrash around wildly. He looked like he had never had a blowjob before. It was incredibly exciting to watch him, to see how much pleasure I could bring to him. I think I like Lyle!

After he went limp and lay there panting for breath I rested my head on his stomach and held his cock in my mouth. He ran his fingers through my hair and told me over and over how beautiful I am and how sexy I am and how wonderful what I just did was.

This man really turned me on and I wasn't ready for this to be over. That's why I was so disappointed a few minutes later when I heard his soft, even breathing and realized that he was asleep!

I sat up carefully and looked down at him for a few minutes. I couldn't bear to wake him. I got up and pulled the covers up over him. I went to the bathroom. I had to wipe my juices from my pubic area and my upper thighs. I wasn't kidding. James Bond in there really excited me.

I went downstairs to rejoin the others. I was surprised to find them still sitting at the kitchen table. All they were doing was talking!

They looked behind me when I came in. I smiled and said, "He's sound asleep. You're working your people too hard, Tyler."

Tyler laughed and said, "I think he wants my job."

Then, more seriously, he said, "He's a good man. We got lucky when we found him."

I got a glass of ice water and joined them at the table. Karen pushed the plastic bag that Lyle brought with him across the table and said, "Here, this is yours. It's on the company account so you don't have to worry about the charges. But I don't want to see any calls to China or Russia. Keep it real."

I reached into the bag and pulled out a box containing a brand new cell phone. Then I noticed for the first time that Erin had a box just like it sitting in front of her. Neither of us have ever had cell phones before. That was another expense I couldn't handle.

Karen said, "Read the book. There's nothing to it. Make sure you charge the battery tonight and keep it with you whenever you leave the house."

I nodded. Then I looked back and forth between them. I tried to control my emotions as I thanked them for yet another benefit to being a sex slave. It wasn't easy. All I ever did for Tyler was steal from him. In exchange, he has spent thousands of dollars on us and is turning our lives around. If not for him, Erin and I would have been sleeping under an overpass after tomorrow night.

Karen got to her feet and said, "I'm going home. It looks like the bitch is going to start crying again. I'm telling you, Tyler. She needs a good beating."

She went around the table, kissing all three of us affectionately. Then she left.

It wasn't until she was leaving that I noticed the time. It was almost ten o'clock. I had no idea it was so late!

Tyler said, "I guess we'll have to make other arrangements for you two. It would be cruel to wake Lyle up."

Erin smiled and offered, "We could sleep with you."

He looked at her for a moment. Then he looked at me. He shook his head and said, "This isn't at all what I had in mind. You two are supposed to be trembling in fear and crying yourselves to sleep at night."

I chuckled and admitted, "I almost cried when Lyle went to sleep after I sucked his cock. He's really hot!"

Tyler shook his head again and said, "What am I going to do with you."

He looked at us thoughtfully for a moment and said, "Erin, you can sleep with Lyle. Let him sleep. He had a rough trip. Paula, you can sleep with me tonight."

Erin pouted for a moment before she asked in a little girl voice, "I don't get anybody?!"

Tyler laughed and said, "Maybe you can wake him up with those pouty lips in the morning. That should get him up and going."

Tyler and I went to bed. I didn't say anything. But it worried me when he undressed, got in bed, turned out the light and just held me against his body in the dark. I was afraid I was going to have to wait until he went to sleep and then get up and go somewhere to masturbate or I'd never be able to go to sleep.

I needn't have worried. His hands began to explore my body, teasing me and driving me right up the wall. He is very, very good with his fingers. I felt his cock growing hard and pressing against my ass. I lifted my leg and guided his hard cock into the little space between my thighs. One of the many nice things about Tyler is that his cock is large enough that it felt very nice there.

I leaned forward slightly and pressed his shaft against my moist slit. Tyler began to slowly work his hips back and forth while his knowledgeable fingers continued to tease my breasts.

His nice, fat cock felt wonderful sliding through my slit and pressing against my clit. It felt even better when he gently rolled me over and climbed up on top of me. I eagerly guided his cock into me.

It was different this time. He actually made love to me! I have been fucked quite a bit in the last couple of days. But this was the first time a man has made love to me in years. I wasn't expecting it. But I really enjoyed it.

He leaned down and kissed my lips and my face while his cock slowly slid in and out of me without all the violence of most of the sex I have been experiencing lately. I've almost forgotten that it could be like this!

I moaned in pleasure and returned his kisses passionately while my hands explored his hard body. He moved in that sensuous way for a long time before he slowly began to pick up the pace. For most of that time I lay under him with my eyes closed, focusing on the incredibly erotic sensations he was causing me.

But near the end I opened my eyes and found him looking down, watching me. There was a look in his eyes that I didn't recognize at first. When I did it sent a rush through my body like a bolt of electricity. It was affection! He likes me! Even after the terrible thing I did, even though I have been such a terrible person, he likes me!

I was so shocked that I almost lost track of my quickly approaching orgasm! Almost, but not quite. At the very end I wrapped my arms and legs around him. I lifted my head and began to kiss and lick his chest slavishly and moan like crazy as my orgasm crashed over me.

He must have been waiting for me. As soon as it became obvious that I was cumming he stiffened up and sighed loudly. I felt his wonderful cock throbbing inside of me and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes again. I've been turning into a real cry baby lately!

I continued to kiss his muscular chest and when he rolled back over onto his side I followed him. I wanted to thank him. I wanted to thank him for everything. I found myself wanting to tell him that I was beginning to have feelings for him. But I didn't. He didn't want that from me. And if I did say it out loud he would just chalk it up to gratitude. God knows I have that in abundance.

After I caught my breath I began to kiss my way down his body towards his spent cock lying limp across his hip now.

When he realized what I was going to do he reached down and stopped me. In a voice dripping with the affection he was trying to hide he said, "You don't have to do that."

That was all the incentive I needed! I smiled up at him in the dark and said, "I know. That's what makes it so sexy."

I slipped out of his grip and finished making my way down his hard body until his beautiful cock was right in my face. Something was different, though. I've done this a couple of times for a couple of men in the last few days and it was unpleasant. The smell, the sight, the taste, it was all unpleasant.

It wasn't unpleasant this time! It was sexy, erotic. I was showing this wonderful man that I have feelings for him and I wanted to please him and I guess that makes all the difference. I didn't mind doing it at all!

I licked and sucked his cock and balls clean, taking my time and making it as obvious as I could that I enjoyed what I was doing for him. When I finally worked my way back up beside him he smiled and said under his breath, "Crazy cunt!"

I smiled back and said, "You may be right. Thanks, I needed that."

He chuckled and replied, "I didn't mind all that much. You know how it is. A man has to do what a man has to do."

I started to get up and go to the bathroom. He pulled me back down and said, "Don't worry about it. You can change the sheets tomorrow."

You might think that being reminded that my primary duties in this house were domestic would have upset me. I would have thought so! But for some reason I didn't mind at all. Any opportunity to do something to please this nice man was suddenly important to me.

I snuggled up against him for a few minutes, dying to say something romantic to him. I couldn't believe how much my feelings about him, or for him, have changed in such a short amount of time.

I controlled the urge and spoke with my fingertips instead. I moved my hands over his body, exploring his muscles and wondering more and more about all those small scars I encountered. Each time I felt one of those scars pass under my fingertips I thought, "He got that helping someone."

This man has spent most of his life helping people. And I attempted to steal three hundred thousand dollars from him. I felt bad before. But suddenly the guilt was overwhelming. The damned tears started again. I pressed my face against his chest so he couldn't see my face and whispered, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry for what I did. I'm sorry for who I am. I don't know why you are doing what you are doing for Erin and me. But I promise you, if it takes me my entire life I will repay you."

He kissed the top of my head, turned me over and pulled me against him. We lay there spooning for a moment before he said, "You and Erin have surprised the hell out of me. I think that I may have misjudged you. I guess that sometimes the paper trail a person leaves doesn't tell the whole story. I'm glad I decided to handle this the way that I did. Now shut up about it, bitch. You're keeping me awake with all this touchy-feely stuff."

The wonderful thing is, I heard all the things he left unsaid. What he didn't say out loud was that he was beginning to have feelings for me and my daughter. He thinks that he has misjudged me. About that he is mistaken. He had me pegged. But much to my surprise, all those bad habits may not be as deeply ingrained in me as we both imagined.

Could it be that I could really change?!

I awoke when he did in the morning. I got up and went down to start breakfast. I stopped by my room and embarrassed the hell out of Lyle. He was lying back while Erin gave him that morning blowjob that Tyler suggested last night.

I entered the room and tried not to laugh at the sudden panic in his eyes when he saw me. I went over to the bed, leaned down and kissed him while Erin continued to suck his cock eagerly. I winked at Erin and asked, "Lyle, do you like your eggs sunny side up?"

I couldn't understand the sound he made. But after a moment or two he nodded. I asked Erin if she wanted anything for breakfast.

She stopped what she was doing just long enough to say, "This will do it for me, mom. Thanks."

Then I went downstairs, put the coffee on and started breakfast.

Tyler came down first, looking clean and fresh and looking important in his expensive suit. I told him how I had found Erin and Lyle and about Lyle's reaction. He got a laugh out of it, too.

Erin came down all dressed up for school. She was looking sexy and sophisticated in her new outfit and makeup. Lyle was the last to join us in his rumpled suit and a dark blush.

I served everyone. Erin and I had our usual coffee while we watched the two men eat and talk a little more about what Lyle accomplished on his trip. Poor Lyle was almost back to normal until there was a lull in the conversation and Erin asked me, "Doesn't Lyle have a nice cock, mom?"

She was just fucking with him and we all knew it. Tyler and I both a got a hearty laugh out of his reaction. Lyle turned a dark, dark red and his eyes got about as big around as quarters.

Erin got up and went around the table. She gave him a big kiss on the cheek and said, "I'm fucking with you, Lyle. You have to learn to relax a little. This is what my mother and I are here for, entertainment. But I did like it. And you do have a very nice dick."

She kissed him again and said, "I have to get to school."

She went around to Tyler, kissed him and quietly said, "Thank you again ... for everything. You are a wonderful man."

He smiled and said, "And you are a cruel young woman. Have fun in school. These are supposed to be some of the best years of your life."

She smiled back and said, "And now they are."

I listened nervously as Erin drove slowly down the street in her new Corvette. Hearing her drive away in a car was a new experience for me. I'll be glad when she gets a little more time behind the wheel.

Tyler grinned at my obvious nervousness and said, "She'll be alright. The highest speed limit between here and the high school is thirty-five miles an hour. If she does hit something she'll be alright with all of those airbags. And the car is just a machine. It can be fixed if it gets broken. So relax."

He got up then and said, "I'm going in to the office. Lyle, go home. Take the day off. Write me up a report tomorrow. If you think of anything you left out you can email me. You did good."

Tyler left and I got up to clear off the table. I poured the last cup of coffee in Lyle's cup and he tried not to stare at my tits when he thanked me. I leaned down, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Relax, Lyle. You don't have to leave right away. Let me clean up this mess and we can go back upstairs for a while before you go home."

The very suggestion seemed to scare the hell out of him. I laughed and said, "Relax. As Erin told you a few minutes ago, it's what we are here for. I'm not Tyler's girlfriend. He's only just reached a point where he can stand to be in a room with me."

Lyle raised an eyebrow and looked at me as if he thought I was putting him on.

I said, "It's true. Erin and I are here to be punished for doing something very, very bad. He doesn't even like us all that much. He's just being a good Samaritan."

As I turned to go back into the kitchen with the last of the dishes he asked, "You aren't very good at reading people, are you?"

I put the dishes down on the sink counter and responded, "I don't know. I've never really thought about it. Unlike you guys it has never been that important to me. In fact, I guess you could say I've made a life of trying not to see what people thought of me. It made things easier."

Lyle stood up and got ready to leave. He came into the kitchen and put his arms around me. He kissed the back of my neck and said, "Thank you for last night. That was wonderful. It was so good I'm going to overlook the heart attack you gave me this morning. But let me make a little suggestion before I leave. Spend more time looking into Tyler's eyes. I suppose I'm way out of bounds here. This is absolutely none of my business. But you just have to look in his eyes when he looks at you to know you are a lot more to him than a naked housekeeper."

I think that for just a second my heart stopped. But then sanity returned. Lyle was just tired. He probably assumed that because Tyler was being so nice to my daughter and me that he felt something for us ... for me. He didn't see Tyler in my living room a few days ago. Tyler is a very nice man, too nice for me. And he may even be coming around. But it just isn't possible that he could be developing feelings for me. Not with all that he knows about me.

I turned around in Lyle's arms, kissed him gently and said, "I'm sure you are mistaken. Tyler knows about all of my skeletons. He knows much too much about me to ever make the mistake of having feelings for me."

Lyle returned my kiss and smiled. He hugged me close and said, "I know Tyler pretty well. And I read people for a living. If you quote me I'll call you a liar. But I know what I saw."

I struggled to tamp down the excitement that was trying to well up inside of me. Lyle smiled even wider as he watched me struggle with my feelings.

Finally I said, "But he ... why would he let other people have sex with me if..."

Lyle shrugged and said, "It's just sex. Some people aren't all that big on monogamy. Some people get a kick out of sharing their partners. It doesn't mean they don't love them."

I didn't know how to respond to that. I didn't have any idea what I was thinking. But I was aware of one thing that I was feeling. I could feel Lyle's hard cock pressing against my belly.

It was a welcome distraction. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around that bulge and said, "This brings us back to my original proposal."

Lyle thought about it for a moment before exclaiming, "Ah, what the hell! He did give you to me last night. If you don't mind I'm in no hurry to get home."

I kissed him and said, "Give me ten minutes to finish cleaning up the kitchen. Then I want to finish what we started last night."

He blushed again and said, "I'm very sorry about that. I did kind of leave you in the lurch. Didn't I?"

I replied, "I understood. You were exhausted. Just don't do it again this morning."

He promised not to and I finished cleaning up the kitchen. I started the dishwasher and escorted him back upstairs. We split up at the bedroom door. I still had traces of Tyler's cum on my pussy and thighs from last night. I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. Lyle went back to bed to wait for me.

I had a lot to think about after he went home an hour later. Lyle is a good lover and the sex was great. But I had a lot of trouble concentrating. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said in the kitchen about Tyler.

We took another shower together before he got dressed again. I tried to thank him for being so nice but he kissed me before I could finish my sentence and said, "I've just had an opportunity that a lot of men would kill for. I spent last night and this morning having sex with a beautiful mother and daughter. I'll be dreaming about this for years. Thank you. And remember what I said, watch his eyes."

I nodded and said, "Maybe the next time we can make it a threesome. Wouldn't it be more exciting if you had mother and daughter at the same time?"

He rolled his eyes and said, "I'm not sure my heart could stand it. I enjoyed it. Thank you."

He left then. I went upstairs and started doing housework. I changed the linens on the beds and vacuumed. I washed the windows and dusted. I was going around on my knees cleaning the baseboards when I heard something behind me. I looked around to see Karen standing in the door watching me.

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She looked like she was trying hard not to smile. I smiled at her and said, "I have one wall left. Shall I finish?"

She nodded and sat in a chair nearby to wait.

She didn't say a word until I worked my way down the last baseboard and got to my feet. She smiled then and said, "You've been busy. I'm impressed."

I shrugged and said, "It's my job. It's what I can do."

Her expression changed slightly and she said, "That's what you believe, isn't it? You think that this is the only thing you can do?"

I sighed and said, "Would like something, a drink?"

Then I noticed the time. It was almost noon! I offered to make lunch.

"Yes. How about a light lunch and a cold ginger ale."

I put away the cleaning supplies and we went back downstairs. On the way she said, "I was looking around. You've done an excellent job. I really am impressed."

I shrugged again and said, "I have discovered something. Much to my surprise I enjoy cleaning a nice house for a nice man that I owe so much to."

"To whom you owe so much."

I grinned at her and said, "Whatever. I hate stupid rules. That's one of them."

She chuckled and said, "I agree."

I put together a nice salad and poured us each a ginger ale. We sat at the table and ate in silence for a few minutes before she said, "Do you really believe that you couldn't be anything that you wanted if you tried? Do you think you're stupid?"

I already knew the answer to that question. I had to think about how to explain it to her.

"There isn't an easy answer to that question. We both know that I'm lazy. I really needed the jumpstart that Tyler gave me. I hope it didn't come too late for Erin. I was too lazy to overcome the same sort of upbringing that I was giving to my daughter. I was too lazy to make something of myself and take advantage of the opportunities I've had over the years.

"And yes. I do think I'm stupid. My parents went to great lengths to point that out to me from a very early age. I'm not so stupid that I couldn't have functioned if I made the effort. But I'm not as smart as pretty much anyone else I know. I've always known it and I've always been embarrassed about it. But I've had trouble learning things that the other kids picked up on instantly from a very early age. The truth is I'm not as smart as most other people."

Karen looked at me for a moment. Then, deadly serious she said, "I should kick your ass. You really believe that crap?! I'll give you lazy. There's no question that you were one lazy bitch. That's something that you could have done something about.

"But I can see where a person who thinks they are never going to be able to get ahead would decide it made no sense to put in the effort. You were raised to think you were stupid. When people tell you something like that enough times you start to believe it. When it's your parents telling you that you almost have to believe it.

"You have no idea how intelligent you are. You never tried. You believed what your abusive parents told you and from then on every time you had a little trouble understanding something it just confirmed to you that they were right. When I finish kicking your ass I should look them up and kick theirs."

I smiled at her and said, "I appreciate your concern, Karen. I like you and I care about what you think of me. But I think you'll find that I'm really one of the dullest knives in the drawer once you get to know me a little better.

"I actually seem to have been able to get over being so lazy. Much to my surprise I had fun this morning. I worked my ass off and while I was doing it I thought about how pleased you and Tyler were going to be and for the first time in about as long as I can remember I felt pretty damned good about myself. I like the feeling.

"I'm a bit scared because in the back of my mind there is that nagging doubt that it is impossible for someone like me to change so quickly and I don't want to go back to being the worthless woman that I have been all of my life. But I'm reasonably certain that you and Tyler will see to it that doesn't happen."

She sighed and said, "I don't know whether to hug you or kick your ass. You really never had a chance growing up the way you did. I want to scream!"

I washed our dishes and put them away. I wiped off the counters. And all the while I felt good about myself. Not just because I was taking pride in what I was doing for the first time in my life. But because it was obvious that Karen seemed to genuinely like me. She is someone that I have developed a huge amount of respect for in a very short time and her opinion of me was very important. I just hope she never gives up her mistaken belief that I'm actually smart enough to walk and chew snuff at the same time.

After I cleaned up the kitchen I said, "I haven't cleaned downstairs yet. I need to get back to work."

"No. Sit down. You can do the downstairs tomorrow. If you do everything today you'll be forced to watch soap operas tomorrow. I wouldn't wish that on anyone."

I laughed and said, "You'll be happy to know that's one bad habit I never developed. I can't stand them."

We took a couple glasses of ice water out onto the back deck and sat under the awning. It was a nice day and the reflection of the sunlight off the pool on the awning over our heads was pleasant, almost hypnotic.

Before she sat down, Karen undressed and stretched her legs out in the sun. We relaxed and talked like two real friends for more than an hour. Karen had a thousand questions about me and my background. I answered them all as honestly as I could.

I had just as many questions about her and Tyler. But I was afraid that if I said anything I'd get Lyle in trouble so I bit my tongue. I did ask one question, though. I thought that I knew the answer already. But I had to ask. I brought up her comments from Tuesday morning about how much she enjoyed breaking in new girls and making them do things against their will.

She laughed and said, "That scared the hell out of you didn't it? We had a whole long script planned out to terrify you and Erin. We only ended up using about half of it."

Karen's phone rang at about two-thirty. She must have been expecting a call. Her phone was on the table in front of her. She answered and after identifying herself she just listened in silence for several minutes, nodding occasionally but only listening intently. Then she said thank you and hung up.

She looked at her watch and said, "It's a little early. But I need a drink. How do you feel about bourbon?"

I shrugged and said, "All I could ever afford was rotgut. I always had to add enough mixer to mask the taste of whatever I drank."

She grinned and said, "You might like this. Tyler only buys the good stuff."

I asked her what she wanted and started to get up. She waved me back into my seat and said, "Sit. I'll get it."

She came back with a bottle and two glasses. She sat down and poured a couple of fingers in both glasses. She passed me one and said, "This is my favorite. You can buy more expensive bourbons. There are some pretty rare bottles of it out there that are outrageously expensive. Tyler has a bottle of bourbon in his bar that sold for three hundred dollars. I've tried it. I didn't think it was as smooth as this and this only cost about thirty dollars a bottle."

She held up her glass and we clinked them together. She smiled and said, "Here's to Erin."

I didn't understand why she would toast to my daughter. But I certainly didn't have a problem with it.

I took a small sip of the Woodford Reserve. I was very impressed. It seemed to melt on my tongue. I smiled and said, "You have excellent taste."

She nodded and said, "This can really take the knots out of your belly after a hard day at work."

Then she sat back and said, "That was the school calling."

"Is everything alright?!"

The school only called me when Erin was in trouble or missing.

Karen smiled and nodded.

"I asked Mrs. Chapman how I could go about having Erin's IQ tested. We once helped her get her daughter back. I guess you heard that. She was thrilled at the chance to finally do something for us. She had Erin tested by the school's guidance counselor today when she was supposed to be in study hall. I was right. Erin's IQ is in the genius range."

I can't even begin to tell you what went through my mind when she said that. I was ecstatic, I was incredibly proud. But more than anything else I was overwhelmingly ashamed. I should have been nurturing her and encouraging her. Most of the time I never even looked at her report card! When she skipped school I didn't care unless it affected me. How much damage have I done to her?!

I finally took a big gulp of bourbon with shaking hands and looked across the table at Karen. She was watching me closely and I didn't even have to ask what she was thinking. I knew she could read my mind right then. We had to both be thinking the same thing about what kind of mother I had been.

She waited until I calmed down a little and said, "You have every right to feel all those things. No one is going to deny that you could use a good, long spanking. But the important thing is Erin. You can't say anything to her. Not yet. Let the professionals handle it. All you need to do is love her and support her. Do you understand?"

Damn it! The fucking tears were streaming down my cheeks again. I wiped my eyes and took another sip of my drink. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath. I was still trying to catch up to my thoughts.

Karen was still watching me closely. She wants to know if I understand. Hell no I don't understand! I tried. I tried to think of some reason that made sense. Why couldn't I talk to my daughter about this?

Karen was still reading my mind. She saw my confusion. She reached across the table and took my hands in hers. She squeezed them affectionately and said, "They need to work up to it. Sometimes kids have strange reactions to being told that they are exceptional. She must know that she is smart. But sometimes a kid finds out something like this and it freaks them out. They feel a lot of pressure to suddenly act differently. Or they rebel and try to hide their gift. Let the experts bring her along. When they say it's alright we'll sit down with her and decide what the next steps are. Mrs. Chapman and the guidance counselor are going to be working with her."

I was still crying quietly. I leaned down and rested my forehead on our joined hands and said, "I really screwed up, didn't I Karen? See! I told you I was stupid!"

Karen laughed quietly and exclaimed, "You dumb broad! It's more likely that you have an IQ that's as high as hers! Things like that tend to run in families."

"So what you're saying is that I was raised thinking I was stupid and it became a self fulfilling prophesy. And I passed it on to her."

Karen sat there, calmly holding my hand and watching me figure things out.

I sighed and said, "I was too warped to feel remorse for most of the terrible things I've done in my life. I think that until I met you and Tyler my conscience was dormant. I felt bad for what I did to him, especially after I got to know him a little better. He's a remarkable man. And you are a remarkable woman. I'm so glad I met you. But how can I ever forgive myself for the damage I've done to my daughter?"

Karen stood up and pulled me to my feet. "Come on. Let's talk in the pool. It's getting hot out here."

We went into the pool and it did feel nice to be up to my neck in cool water. Karen put her arms around me and said, "It's unlikely that you have damaged your daughter. I was impressed enough to request that she be tested. And in most cases, from what I've read about gifted kids, I believe that it's better to keep them with their peers.

"Not always. There are exceptions to every rule. She needs to be challenged more than she has been. But keeping her with her peer group gives her a chance to socialize, to interact with her peers, if those kids can be called her peers. I think you will find that beyond encouraging her in her studies you won't be doing anything different now that we know."

I hugged Karen and thanked her for trying to make me feel better. Then another thought occurred to me. I gasped and exclaimed, "College! Oh god. I can't even afford a new box of tampons! How in the hell am I going to send her to college?!"

I felt her laughing. She leaned back and asked, "Do you need tampons?"

I smiled despite myself and said, "Not for a few more days."

Karen said, "I'll see to it. And her college expenses won't be a problem."

I know my heart came to a stop then.

"People don't do nice things for me, Karen. I'm lazy and I'm a thief. I don't understand. Why are you doing these things?"

She grinned and said, "Tyler's a sucker. And I like to watch him make himself feel good."

"I never meant to take advantage of him. I like him. I like him probably too much. I don't want to use him. I don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"You could stop crying for one thing. I understand that this a lot all at once and you are feeling all sorts of emotions right now. But all those tears are warming up the water."

I'm pretty slow sometimes. But I caught that softball. I was tempted to say something sarcastic. Instead I pulled her close again and said, "I love you, Karen. I love you and I love Tyler and I know that's impossible. Jesus I'm screwed up!!"

She kissed my cheek and said, "I love you, too. But at least I understand why."

She touched her lips to mine and suddenly our hug was no longer platonic. In seconds we were kissing passionately and exploring each other's bodies with our hands. We stayed like that for several long minutes with the passion growing by the second. I finally drew back and said, "I put clean sheets on my bed this morning. Would you like to inspect them?"

She smiled and replied, "Very, very much. But it must be almost time for young Einstein to come home. Let's take a nice shower instead. Then we can sit around in the house, stay cool and wait to hear about her day at school. I bet she can't wait to tell us how her new friends reacted to her Corvette."

We got out of the pool and checked the time. We had enough time to air dry and finish our drink before taking a shower. Karen asked me a lot more question about my early childhood. It was never something that I spent a lot of time thinking about and a lot of the questions made me uncomfortable.

Karen has a knack for asking the right questions. She drew out a lot of things that I have forgotten all about. She drew a picture of a childhood just about like the one that I've provided for Erin.

The main exception was that from an early age I could remember everyone telling me how stupid I was. They didn't just ignore my studies or my study habits. They went out of their way to drill into my head that I was stupid. It wasn't just my parents, either. Some of my teachers joined in the chorus as did many of the other kids, even my few friends. When that many people are convinced of it you have to believe they are right.

Truthfully, though, I'm reasonably certain that I'm not all that intelligent. Maybe Karen is right and I'm not as stupid as I have always thought that I was. But I definitely don't have an unusually high IQ! And even if I did I have always been totally lacking in ambition. Even if I was smarter than a few other people out there I never had any inclination to do anything but vegetate.

One of the problems with finding out that I'm not as stupid as I always thought I was is that it just adds to the guilt. My upbringing may or may not be partly responsible for who I became. But I can't blame how I turned out on anyone but myself. I always had free will. I was always able to turn my life around and make an honest living if I had put in the effort.

We talked until we were dry enough to go inside. Karen grabbed her clothing and I grabbed the bottle and our glasses and we went back into the house. The cool air felt great.

Erin and I had a small, very old window air conditioner in our old house. It made a lot of noise but seldom produced much cool air. Being able to actually keep cool, especially at night when trying to sleep was something that Erin and I probably appreciated more than most people.

We went upstairs to shower. I expected Karen to use Tyler's shower but she followed me to the guest bath that Erin and I were using. I saw her look around but she was already satisfied that I did more than a good job cleaning house today.

We dawdled a little bit in the shower. We teased each other and spent a lot of time rubbing our soapy bodies together. We finally had to rinse and towel off. I dried her sexy body while continuing to kiss some of the more interesting body parts as I encountered them.

I very much wanted to continue this. Karen did, too. But she dried me off with a towel and said, "Later. I want this, too. But it's time for Erin to come home and I want to be there to see how she did in school today. I'm not going to replace you as her mother. But I'm going to be hanging over her like a possessive aunt as much as you will let me."

I hugged her and said, "I owe my new life to you and Tyler. I owe my daughter's suddenly bright future to you. I'm touched that you are so interested in her welfare. You will always be welcome to step in where I have so obviously let her down."

She tilted my head back up and kissed me again. She said, "I have no intention of coming between you and your daughter. But I have gotten rather fond of her and she has really impressed me. I would be honored if you let me play a part."

I cleaned up the bathroom and then waited with her while she finished putting her clothes on. When she was ready we started for the stairs. As we walked, Karen put her arm around my waist and said, "Erin isn't the only one whose life is turning around. She isn't the only one who has a future now. I know it's early. You've just come to live here. But Tyler and I have both been impressed. Your attitude is excellent and once you have a little motivation you seem quite capable of being productive. It may just be that you never had any hope. You never had a reason to try. You may not be as fucked up as everyone, including you, assumed you are."

"If that's true, and I desperately hope that it is, I never would have realized it without you and Tyler stepping in and taking over. I'll accept that this is a chance for me to turn my life around. But one thing still disturbs me. I am, as Tyler so accurately described me on Tuesday, morally challenged. I have taken things that weren't mine and my only concern was that I might get sent to prison. I'm not an honest person."

Karen laughed and said, "Like most people working in law enforcement I have long believed that most people are honest because they are afraid of what might happen if they broke the law and got caught. That sounds jaded I know. It's a hazard of our profession. There are a large number of people who will choose to do the right thing simply because it is the right thing to do. But I believe that those people are in the minority. I also believe that the things that most determine a person's character are pride, self esteem, and good role models. You have had none of those things.

"I firmly believe that with a little work we can build up your self esteem and with that you will develop pride."

I sighed and said, "I hope you're right. I want to be a better person. I certainly have some very good role models now."

She smiled and seemed genuinely touched. She said, "Thank you. I hope I don't disappoint you."

I shook my head and said, "You couldn't if you tried."

She got serious for a moment, somber even. She sighed and said, "I've done some things I'm not proud of."

"I'm willing to bet you did them for the right reasons."

She gave me a funny look. I knew I had said too much. I turned and took her in my arms. I said, "You are the most impressive woman I have ever met. If I could have been like you I would have been so proud."

Fortunately we heard Erin pulling into the garage and I didn't have to drop a dime on Lyle. I like Lyle. I wouldn't want him to get in trouble for saying something that might get him in trouble.

We sat in the kitchen and tried to look casual while we waited for Erin to come in from the garage. It seemed to take her forever. She finally came in with her book bag weighted down with text books. She nodded to me and said to Karen, "First of all, I love the car. The kids all thought I was hot yesterday. I can walk on water now!

"Second, this is all your fault!"

She dropped her book bag down on the table with a loud thump and said accusingly, "I didn't get to do my homework in study hall today."

Karen grinned sheepishly and shrugged. She asked, "If I help you with your homework will you forgive me?"

Erin finally smiled and said, "We can't do that. I don't want to get a bad reputation."

I got up to get her a glass of juice and asked her to tell us everything.

She sat down at the table. All of a sudden she couldn't contain her excitement. But it wasn't the test that she wanted to talk about. She told us about how all the kids went nuts over her car and about the guys that hit on her all day long. She talked about her new friends almost exclusively because the concept of being popular was so new and exciting for her.

We finally had to almost force her to tell us about the test. She calmed down and got serious then. She seemed a little worried. I thought at first that it was because she was afraid she might not have done well. But that wasn't what concerned her.

"They paged me to the counselor's office just before the start of study hall. I didn't like the sound of that. I didn't know what I had done wrong this time. But anytime a student has to talk to an adult it's usually because they've screwed up.

"I went to his office. He smiled and greeted me in a friendly manner and thanked me for coming. That was weird! Then he told me there was a test that I had missed while I was out and he needed me to take it right then.

"I thought that was strange. If I was going to have to take a make-up exam I would expect to do it after school in the classroom where I took whichever subject the test was on.

"I wasn't worried, though. I knew I could pass the test. I like tests. They're like a game for me.

"He sat me down and read the directions. He set a timer and handed me the test. As soon as I saw it I knew what it was and I knew who was responsible for having it administered."

She gave Karen that look again. But she was just teasing. She wasn't really upset.

"The thing about the test that concerned me is that I think they may have given me the wrong test. It seemed to me like the test they gave me would be more appropriate for someone much younger, someone in middle school maybe.

"There were a few things that were over my head. There were a couple of math problems that I couldn't logic out. There was at least one history question that I couldn't decide between two very similar answers and left blank. I was going to go back to it later but I forgot until the test was over. I may have gotten a couple of the other questions wrong but I was hurrying to finish."

She looked back and forth between Karen and me. No one spoke for a minute and finally she said, "Well?"

Karen rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "Damn!"

She turned to me and said, "I told you she was too damned smart!"

She and Erin stared at each other for a moment longer before she said, "We aren't supposed to tell you."

Erin didn't even have to think about that.

"That either means that I did very well or I did very poorly. I know I didn't max it. But I did well. So that means I have a high IQ?"

Karen looked at me and said, "I need another drink. Do you?"

She started to get up but I put my hand on her shoulder and held her in her chair. I got up and said, "Oh no you don't! You aren't leaving me to handle this. You started it. Bourbon?"

She nodded and I got two clean glasses from the bar. I took my time returning with the glasses and the bottle.

When I got back to the kitchen Karen was trying to explain why we weren't supposed to discuss the results of the test with her.

Erin was watching her closely and I could see what Karen could not. Erin was playing with her!

I put the glasses down, poured the bourbon and tapped Karen on the shoulder. When she looked up to see what I wanted I smiled and said, "She's two steps ahead of you, Karen. She's putting you on the spot for making her miss her study hall."

She looked back at Erin who could no longer keep a straight face. She glared at Erin and said, "You are going to pay for that, young lady! No sex for you for an entire week!"

Erin laughed and said, "No one has ever threatened me with that before."

Erin thought about it for a few seconds and asked, "How about taking the car away instead?"

Erin finished her glass of juice and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh shit! I forgot!"

She jumped to her feet, grabbed her book bag and ran out of the room calling back, "I'll be right back!"

Karen and I both laughed as she ran from the room. Karen asked, "Where the hell is she going?!"

"I think that she just noticed that she forgot to take her clothes off when she got home."

While Erin was upstairs I asked Karen, "Do you have any suggestions for dinner tonight?"

She nodded and said, "We have reservations at a nice restaurant. Tyler wants to mark the occasion. He wants to do something nice for Erin."

I nodded and said, "Yeah, because he never does anything nice for us. His conscience must be eating him up."

Karen looked at me for a long minute as if trying to make her mind up about something. Finally she leaned towards me and said, "Tyler has been alone for more than fifteen years. His wife couldn't take being married to a cop and left him. He buried himself in his work and became the best cop I've ever worked with. But he has changed over the years. He has cut himself off from people when he isn't at work.

"Don't get me wrong. He isn't a hermit or anything. And he isn't cold on the inside like some guys get. He is still the best cop and the nicest guy I've ever worked with and I wouldn't hesitate to take a bullet for him. I think that everyone at work would tell you the same thing.

"We all worry about him, though. He has been alone for too long and he refuses to let anyone even suggest that he give love another try.

"If you repeat this I will tear you tongue out with a pair of pliers. Several of us at work have noticed a change in him lately. I think I'm the only one that knows why. I've seen him with you and I've watched his face when he talks to me about you. You're what's different, you and Erin.

"I think that you are bringing him out of his shell. He's fighting it. But he's feeling things he hasn't felt in a long time. He's getting attached to you and your daughter. He's having a ball doing things for you. I've watched him change quite a bit in just three days."

I held my hand up, touching my finger to her lips to stop her. I shook my head violently and exclaimed, "NO! Don't say that! Okay. Maybe he's enjoying having us around. What guy wouldn't like a couple of reasonably attractive sex slaves to come home to after a hard day at work? But don't make it into something it isn't. I am not ... I could never be good enough for that man and we all know that.

"He may be enjoying our company and the challenge of trying to straighten our fucked up asses out. But that's all we are to him. That's all we can be to him. A good man like Tyler can find a good woman, by that I mean a REALLY good woman anytime he wants. He doesn't have to settle for damaged goods like me.

"Don't ... don't do this to me, Karen. And don't think that I would do that to him. I would never burden him with a piece of garbage like me. I think much too highly of him to ever do a thing like that."

Karen turned dark red in an instant. She glared at me with a look that turned my blood cold and snarled, "I oughta kick your fucking ass! If I EVER hear another load of crap like that out of you I'm going to use you for a practice dummy at my next karate work out. GOD!! It has been a long time since I've wanted to hit a woman this badly!"

I heard a noise and looked up to see my daughter standing in the kitchen door. Her face was white and she looked terrified. She looked back and forth between us and whispered, "What's wrong? Please, don't be mad, Karen. I don't know what's going on. But there must be some misunderstanding. Mom loves you! She thinks you are the most remarkable woman she has ever met!"

Karen slumped down in her seat and sighed loudly. She took a large sip of her drink and said, "I'm sorry, Erin. Come in. Sit down. I can't look at you standing there naked like that. It gives me a hard on."

That would have make Erin smile a moment ago. But she was terrified now. She slowly crossed the room, looking at me questioningly.

I had been shocked by the violence of Karen's reaction. It sucked all of the oxygen out of the room. I was almost too stunned to reassure Erin. But I reached out and took her hand as she came closer and said, "Relax, honey. We were just having a little discussion about my self esteem."

Karen gave me a dirty look and said, "You mother called herself garbage. I don't let people talk about my friends that way."

Erin still looked confused. I squeezed her hand and said, "It's okay, baby. Sit down."

Karen and I looked at each other and we both said, "I'm sorry" at the same time.

Karen wasn't mollified. She said, "You are only sorry that I got upset. You aren't sorry that you said it and you still believe it. That makes me furious. I thought we were getting somewhere with you."

"Okay. Maybe I could have chosen a better way of saying what I meant. But you can't possibly believe that I'm good enough for that wonderful man!"

I'm not sure that it wasn't until that very moment that I realized just how fond I had become of Tyler. I owe him a great deal. I owe him for the incredible difference in Erin and for completely changing her life around. All of a sudden she has a bright future because of Tyler, and Karen of course.

I owe him for the roof over my head and the food I'm eating. I owe him for seeing something in me that no one else ever has and treating me well despite the terrible thing that I did. I owe him for the clothes that I wear, when I wear clothes, and for caring enough about someone he had no reason to care about to turn my life around and make a decent person out of me.

And I owe him for the gentle, affectionate look in his eyes when he talks to me now, the look that he tries so hard to hide. I think it would be wonderful if someday there could be something between us. But I know who and what I am, despite what Karen thinks. I know that Tyler deserves a much better person to be with than I could ever be.

Karen continued to glare at me. She responded, "I would have agreed with you on Tuesday morning. I didn't know you then. I only knew what your record said about you. It turns out that your record doesn't know you very well. It comes nowhere near being an accurate indicator of who you are and it certainly doesn't accurately describe your potential. That man is my best friend. I'm closer to Tyler than I am to my own brother. There isn't a woman I know that I think would be better for him than you. And we both know that with the exception of Erin he would be the best thing that ever happened in your life."

Erin was looking back and forth between us, trying to figure out what was going on. She wasn't as scared now that Karen had calmed down a little. But she wasn't happy about the lack of warmth between us at the moment and she couldn't figure out what the hell we were talking about. She obviously wanted someone to explain what had Karen so upset but was afraid to interrupt.

Before I could respond to Karen, Erin said in a tearful, scared voice that made me feel terrible, "Would you guys please stop this. You're scaring me."

Karen reached out and put her hands around mine and Erin's. She said, "It's okay, Erin. We are talking like this because we like each other."

"This is a hell of a way to show it! What are you fighting about?!"

I answered, "Karen didn't like the way I said something. She thinks that I don't have a high enough opinion of myself."

Erin seemed to calm down, reassured once she learned what had Karen so upset. She said, "I don't get it. Everyone knows you suck. But you're good at it. What's the problem?"

I couldn't help it. It was exactly the right thing to say. I suddenly broke out laughing and Karen couldn't help but join me. Maybe it wasn't that funny. But it broke the tension and I guess we needed that.

We quickly calmed back down. Karen said, "I just told your mother that I thought you and she were the best thing that have happened in Tyler's life in a long time and people have noticed a change in him lately now that he isn't alone. I suggested that maybe it would be nice if something was to come of it. She informed me that she was garbage and wasn't good enough for him and I lost my temper."

Erin looked into my eyes but her response was directed at Karen, "You have to be patient with her. She has never had to deal with her conscience before now. She isn't sure how it works yet. And she never realized she could be a nice person. It hasn't ever come up in her life. She has changed a lot in four days. She just needs a little more time to figure out who she is now. I understand. I was no more than two months away from turning down that same road. I was about to quit school. I had nowhere to go in my life. Now, all of a sudden I'm a person. Unless mom screws up and gets us thrown out of here I'm going to finish high school now."

"You're going to finish a lot more than high school, young lady. Tyler and I are going to see to it that you go to a good college."

Erin turned white again. She turned to look at Karen, too stunned to speak for a moment. Finally she whispered, "Why?! Why would you do that for me?!"

Karen smiled sweetly and replied, "Because we want to get rid of you, sweetie!"

"I think I'm going to cry again."

Karen rolled her eyes and exclaimed, "You are two of the cryingest females! It's a damned good thing you don't watch soap operas! Now both of you get your asses upstairs and start getting ready. Tyler will be home soon and we'll be going out as soon as he gets here."

ch 9

Erin and I went up to our room. As soon as we were out of the kitchen, Erin asked, "Is something going on between you and Tyler?"

"No, baby. He may enjoy our company. But he is an accomplished, educated, sophisticated, and extremely sexy man. He can do a lot better than me. I think that maybe we have brought a little pleasure into his life and Karen just misinterprets his reaction to having us around."

Erin thought about that for a minute before saying, "You really do have a huge problem with low self esteem, don't you. I guess I never noticed before because I thought our life was normal. It was all I knew. And I don't think that I ever noticed how little we talked to each other until this all started.

"I see you differently now. I think I understand you better. I think I probably understand you better than you understand yourself now. No wonder Karen was so pissed off at you. You can be pretty frustrating."

I didn't know whether to be amused or upset! But either way I was impressed by how much more mature she suddenly seemed. I can't take credit for raising her right. I didn't. But I'm proud as hell of the way she's turning out.

Erin went across the hall to take a quick shower. I went through my new wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear. I was still trying to decide a few minutes later when Karen came into my room. She appeared in my closet door while I was trying to find something that wasn't so slutty that it would embarrass everyone when we went out to a nice restaurant.

I looked at her and said, "I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me."

She smiled and shook her head. She said, "I'm not mad. I'm sad. I'm frustrated. I see we have a lot of work to do. I have gotten very close to you and Erin in such a short time that I guess I forget how short a time I've known you."

I chose to hear only that she has gotten close to Erin and me.

I turned back to my new dresses and quietly cried out, "Help!"

She smiled again and joined me in the closet. She stood behind me and kissed the back of my neck. She said, "We weren't thinking ahead when we went shopping, were we?"

We went back through the dresses until she stopped at a colorful but very short wrap around. I said, "I like that one, too. But don't you think that Tyler will be embarrassed to be seen in a nice place with me if I wear it?"

Tyler startled the hell out of both of us when he announced from the closet door, "Tyler likes it. And nothing you do could embarrass him."

I swallowed the scream that caught in my throat. With a mischievous grin on my face I said, "Wanna bet?!"

He chuckled and said, "You're on. Loser cooks dinner tomorrow."

I removed the dress we had selected from the hangar and we went back out into the bedroom. As I was about to pass by Tyler I stopped. I pressed my naked body against him and went up on my toes to give him a light kiss on the lips. I said, "You are in for an interesting evening. I hope we aren't going to a restaurant that you ever want to return to someday. You are most likely going to be asked to leave and not come back."

His arms snaked around me and he got a firm grip on the cheeks of my ass. He looked me right in the eyes and said, "I'm not scared. I've been thrown out of places before. I find it strengthens my character."

I kissed him again. I said, "Then I guess it's just what I need. It's going to be a first for me. I get evicted from houses and apartments but I've never been thrown out of a bar or a restaurant."

I stepped back and saw the meaningful look on Karen's face. I knew what she was thinking but we certainly couldn't have that argument again now.

I saw Erin standing in the door and said to Tyler, "We'll be ready in fifteen minutes."

Erin saw what I was going to be wearing and smiled. She exclaimed, "Oh! I like that one! I have one almost like it. I think I'll wear that."

Karen smiled at her enthusiasm but said, "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable in one of your school outfits."

Karen and Tyler started out of the room but Erin, obviously disappointed, asked, "Was that an order?"

Karen looked at Tyler. Tyler was grinning, waiting for Karen to respond. Karen laughed and said, "Fuck it! I don't care if you wear that little bikini. Wear whatever you want."

They left us to get ready. As soon as they were out of the room Erin went into the closet and came back out a moment later with the dress she wanted to wear. She looked very excited that she was finally going to get to wear it.

I didn't even bother to ask her if she was sure about this. I just shook my head and we went about putting our makeup on.

Before we put our sexy little dresses on there was a brief conversation about wearing underwear. We decided that since no one told us to wear it we shouldn't. So we didn't.

We put on our shoes and hurried downstairs. They were waiting for us in the family room. When we entered the room I saw Tyler's eyes light up. It certainly strengthened my resolve. It also warmed my heart to see that look in a man's eyes again. For just a fraction of a second I thought about what Karen had said earlier. But sanity returned. It wasn't even a possibility that this was anything other than a game for Tyler. He may like us. But it could never be more than that. He knows too much about me and unfortunately there is nothing in my past to recommend me.

Tyler and Karen stood up. He came closer and looked us over. He shook his head and said with a reverence in his voice that made my heart beat faster, "You ladies are absolutely beautiful."

He turned to Erin and said, "Erin, the reason we are going out this evening is to celebrate your accomplishment today. I was extremely impressed. When Karen called me and told me about it I don't think I could have been more proud if you were my own daughter."

Tears started flowing down her cheeks and she threw herself into his arms. She whispered, "Thank you."

There was so much emotion in her voice that I had to fight to hold back the tears. This time I saw Karen wiping her eyes, too.

Tyler kissed the top of her head and said, "I was going to give this to you at the restaurant. But with all that cleavage you've got going on in that dress I think you should have it now."

He pulled a box out of his inside jacket pocket and handed it to her. She held it in her hand for a moment. She knew what sort of thing came in boxes like that. She didn't know what it contained. She had never been given jewelry before. But she recognized it as a velvet box from a jewelry store.

We were all watching her. We all saw the conflict. Tyler seemed to know just what was going through her mind. He pulled her into his arms and hugged her. We saw the genuine feelings that he had for her. Karen and I were both struggling to maintain our composure.

Tyler kissed the top of her head and quietly said, "I know what's going through your pretty head, Erin. Put those thoughts right out of your mind. I know that you aren't used to having anyone do nice things for you. I think that may be part of the reason I enjoy it so much. But the important thing for you to remember is that I do enjoy it and you aren't taking advantage of me. It makes me happy to see you and your mother happy.

"I thought that having you two around was going to be huge pain in the ass. I hate to admit it. But I'm happier than I've been in years and I'm not even sure why. I like having you two here. That little box is just a token of my affection and a well deserved reward for a significant accomplishment. Open it."

He stepped back. Erin still had tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked at Tyler through her tears and said, "I don't really remember my father. He left us before I turned five. Would it make you uncomfortable if I said I love you?"

It looked like Tyler was struck dumb. Erin whispered, "No one has ever given me anything nice before I met you. But it isn't just that you are giving us things. You are the most amazing man I've ever met. I do love you. We both do, though mom doesn't have the balls to say it. She doesn't think she's good enough for you."

I hissed, "Erin!!"

Tyler looked back and forth between Erin and me for a long moment. His face looked ... I'm not sure. I couldn't read it. He looked like he didn't know what to say or what to think.

But finally he pulled Erin back into his arms and said, "I love you, too."

Then he looked at me over the top of Erin's head. He didn't say anything. But the look made my toes curl!

He finally stepped back and said, "Are you going to open the damned box or not?!"

Karen reached out and handed her a couple of tissues. She carefully dabbed the tears from her eyes and wiped her cheeks. Then she slowly opened the velvet box. When she saw what was in the box she nearly fainted. She stared at it for a moment, obviously in shock. She couldn't speak. It looked like she was having trouble breathing.

The curiosity was killing me. I came closer and looked over her shoulder. I gasped loudly. That was all I could do. My mind shut down. The box contained the most beautiful necklace I have ever seen.

Erin started shaking her head. She held the box out towards Tyler and in a faint voice she said, "No! No, I can't! Please, take..."

Tyler just smiled and lifted the necklace from the box. It was a delicate white gold necklace with a huge, pear shaped diamond hanging from it. I couldn't even guess how many carats or the value. I had no doubt that it was extremely expensive, probably more than the Corvette he bought for her!

She continued to look in his eyes and shake her head while he placed it around her neck and stood back to see how it looked. Karen and I moved around to stand where we could see it on her. We were both speechless.

Tyler reached out, lifted her chin with his fingertips and smiled lovingly at her. He said, "That necklace needed you to reach its full potential. You are beautiful."

Karen finally snapped out of it and said, "Come on. Let's go fix your makeup. That will give you a chance to see how you look."

As they left the room I went to Tyler and threw myself at him. I looked up into his happy face and said, "I..."

That was as far as I could get. I was too choked up ... and too confused.

He still smiled. But his smile grew more serious and more intense as he looked down into my face and tried reading all the emotions there. Finally he said, "I understand. Don't worry. It will come."

"What will come?"

"The self confidence and the self esteem that you need to deal with your emotions."

I understood what he was trying to say. But he didn't fully understand. I looked down and said, "It isn't that I don't have the feelings. But I can't do that to you. You are too good a man."

My mind was spinning out of control. I said, "I'm trying to be careful here. I just finished pissing Karen off royally."

I looked back up into his face and it was obvious now that he had feelings for me. I stood there trying to think of some way to explain that he was too good for me without upsetting him.

Before I could decide how to say what I was thinking he reached into his jacket again. He said, "It will come. I'm a patient man."

I opened my mouth to try and do the right thing but before I could speak he said, "I didn't want you to get jealous. So I picked up a trinket for you as well."

He pulled a beautiful, lacquered wooden box out of his side pocket and said, "This is going to look lovely on your neck. Now shut up and let's get this on you. I will use deadly force if I have to."

I had to struggle not to laugh. But the humor dissipated quickly when he opened the box to show me what it contained. It was a heavy gold necklace with a large round diamond about every inch or two all the way around except for the immense, heart shaped diamond in the front. It must have cost a fortune!

I was still struggling for words when he removed it from the box and gently placed it around my neck. He glanced down and said, "Wait until you see it on you. You are going to go nuts."

"I already am!"

He pulled me into his arms then and kissed me hard. The raw emotion in that kiss made my legs weak. The kiss went on and on and I wished that it could last forever. When he finally took his lips away he whispered, "I love you, Paula. I love you and I love your daughter. I misjudged you and I will never forgive myself for the things that I have done to you in the last four days."

I stood back and held my hand up as if I was going to slap him. He looked startled. I ignored that and exclaimed, "We love the things you have done to us in the last four days! If you are going to change the rules I don't want to play anymore!"

He looked confused and then he looked embarrassed when he realized that Karen and Erin were standing nearby, watching and listening.

Erin said, "The necklace is beautiful. But if it means we can't fuck anymore you can have it back."

Poor Tyler looked totally confused. Karen came closer and asked, "What's your problem, Tyler? These two sluts are offering you a waking wet dream. Are you going to try and tell us that you haven't had a great time since they moved in?"

"No, but..."

"But you have always done the right thing and in your mind you can't love a woman and have sex with her daughter."

Tyler looked totally lost. I felt so sorry for him. I eased Karen aside and put my arms around him. He looked down at me. He looked almost relieved to just have me to deal with again. I smiled and said, "It's much too soon to be making any decisions, Tyler. You don't have to decide anything now. Let's just accept the fact that the three of us have gotten very, very fond of each other in an incredibly short amount of time and leave it at that for now.

"Later, we may need to alter our agreement somewhat. For now all four of us are happy with it. You enjoy our relationship the way it is, don't you?"

Tyler nodded but he still looked dazed. I realized that he must have had this all planned out in his head. He was going to change everything. He was going to try to turn us into a normal family. But only because he thought that was what he was supposed to do. He admitted that he enjoyed things the way they were. His logical mind told him that he had to change it. Luckily for him, he is the only one that thinks that way.

I went up on my toes and kissed him again. I smiled and said, "Nothing needs to change. Not yet. Maybe not ever unless what we have begins to bother you. It doesn't bother you does it? You don't mind the things we do, do you?"

He sighed resignedly and wrapped his arms around me. He looked around the room at Erin and Karen. Finally he said, "Just when I thought I had you figured out..."

"You're over thinking it. Surrender to the inevitable. It's good that your feelings for us have changed because we feel the same way. But for now, unless you have a problem with the way we are living now, let's just keep things the way they are. Erin and I have never been happier in our lives. I've heard rumors that you are happier than you have been in a long time. Why would you want to mess with that?"

"That's an easy question to answer! I've never met a woman who wouldn't have a problem with a dirty old man like me screwing her sixteen year old daughter and then sharing her with his friends."

"Yes you have. Look at my daughter. Have you ever seen a happier, better adjusted young woman in your life? Do you think your company would survive if you told Karen, Lyle and Todd that they couldn't have sex with us anymore? Or is it me? Do you feel uncomfortable if I have sex with them because a man doesn't let his woman do things like that?"

He blushed again and admitted, "I'm embarrassed to confess this. But our current unusual lifestyle excites me very much. I just thought that the proper thing to do once I realized that I was falling in love with you and your daughter was to put a stop to all that."

"You are entirely correct. That is the proper thing to do. So fucking what?!"

I saw him surrender. He sighed and gave in. He gave me a hug that took my breath away and exclaimed, "Fuck it! Let's go eat. And I haven't forgotten our bet."

I took his hand and turned to let him lead me away. When I did, Karen and Erin noticed my necklace for the first time and went nuts. The three of us girls went back into the bathroom and touched up my make up while we admired both beautiful necklaces.

I don't know much about diamonds. But Karen said, "Between the two of you there must be between forty and fifty carats in this room! Damn! I'm jealous. They are beautiful. And they look beautiful on you."

Once we were all presentable we returned to Tyler. As I followed him to the kitchen on our way to the garage I said in my sweetest voice, "I hope you can cook. And I hope that you are as healthy as you look. For the rest of the evening I am going to do everything I can think of to embarrass you and raise your blood pressure. It shouldn't be hard in this dress."

He smiled at Karen and said, "She doesn't know me very well. Does she?"

Karen shook her head. But then she added, "On the other hand, you don't have any idea what a slut she can be without even half trying."

I was reasonably certain she meant that as a compliment.

We went into the garage and Tyler held the back door of his Sunday-go-to-meeting car for Erin. She climbed in and slid over.

He turned to Karen then and asked, "Do you mind?"

She smiled and said, "I'd have been very disappointed in you if you put me up front. Besides, I've always wondered what it would be like to ride in the back of this boat."

He escorted me around to the passenger side and held the door for me. As soon as I sat down I knew that this was no ordinary car. The leather seats felt like butter under my ass and there was expensive looking wood and leather everywhere I looked. It even smelled luxurious.

I thought that with a car this large I could sit in the middle of the front seat. It wasn't possible, though. Between the two front seats was a console topped with a couple of plush armrests.

Tyler got in and buckled up. He pushed a button and the garage door opened. As we were backing out I heard Karen Erin's question about the car, "It's a Bentley Mulsanne. The damned thing cost three hundred thousand dollars and he had to wait almost six months to get it."

Before we got to the first intersection I asked, "Why don't we go to a drive thru somewhere? This is the most comfortable seat I've ever sat in!"

Tyler asked, "Trying to weasel your way out of our bet?"

I turned my head and said to Karen and Erin, "I apologize in advance, ladies. We may get thrown out of the restaurant and I may get arrested. But Tyler is cooking dinner tomorrow."

Karen turned to Erin and said, "I wonder if we can get separate tables."

I reached over and rested my hand in his lap. He acted like he didn't notice. But he didn't fool me. When a man's dick notices something a girl can tell.

I noticed that Erin and I had the same problem. We couldn't keep our hands off of our new necklaces. I wanted to turn the rearview mirror so that I could stare at the work of art on my neck all the way to the restaurant.

We talked like old friends on the way to the restaurant. I was struck again by how close my daughter and I have become to these two wonderful people in such a short amount of time. The feeling of warmth we shared was so comforting.

Karen and Tyler talked for a few minutes about a job they just finished. But most of the conversation was about education. They asked Erin where she thought she might like to go to college.

She replied, "I never expected to finish the eleventh grade! I have never given college any thought. I suppose somewhere inexpensive. It still hasn't sunk in that it may actually happen."

I saw Karen and Tyler exchange a meaningful look in the mirror. Karen smiled and said, "Middlebury. You are going to Middlebury College. It is one of the best schools in one of the nicest places in the country."

"Where is it? Is it inexpensive?"

Tyler laughed and said, "It's in Middlebury!"

She growled in frustration at his deliberately obtuse answer.

Karen was more forthcoming. She said, "Middlebury, Vermont, dear. It's a beautiful place. You'll love it."

Suddenly my heart was in my throat. She would be so far away! It was as if it struck me for the first time that she wouldn't be my little girl forever. That may seem strange since I have been such a piss poor mother. But it seems like Erin has always been a part of my life. I may not have been a very good mother to her. But I have always loved her. I couldn't stand the idea of her not being there, being in my life, living with me.

Tyler reached over and patted my thigh reassuringly. He smiled and said, "She'll get the best education she can get from one of the finest schools in the country. She'll blossom like you can't even imagine. But she will still love you and you will always be a part of her life. If it will easy your mind, did you know that my company owns a small jet? We can visit her until she is sick of seeing us and she can fly home for every holiday that you can talk her into wasting with us."

I leaned back in my seat and stared at Tyler. I'm not certain how things turned out the way they have. And so quickly! I reached up for the hundredth time and touched my fingertips to the heart shaped diamond on my throat and wondered how so many wonderful things could be happening to someone like me. Or was it just that fate was finally repaying me for screwing me over all of my life?

My thoughts were interrupted when we pulled up to the entrance of the restaurant and the valet opened my door. I slowly turned and placed one leg on the ground. When I did that the skirt of my wraparound dress fell open, exposing me from the waist down to the young man holding my door open.

I smiled at him, enjoying the dark red flush that spread over his face. I stood up slowly and in my sexiest voice I purred, "Thank you very much."

He stood there, speechless, holding my door open until his brain started functioning again. Unfortunately, after he closed my door and opened the door for Erin she got out in the exact same fashion.

Tyler and Karen were watching from the other side of the car with huge smiles on their faces. The young man rushed around and drove the car away to park it. As soon as the car was gone, Tyler turned to Karen and said, "I'm not embarrassed. Are you embarrassed?"

She shrugged and said, "Not that I noticed. I've seen pussy before. I like it. But it doesn't embarrass me."

I smiled and said, "I have only just begun."

Tyler took my arm and led me towards the door. As we walked I began to discreetly pull at the sides of my dress until it just missed exposing me all the way down the front. It fit loosely now. But by the time the doorman held the door open for us my cleavage had grown to the point that my nipples were almost exposed.

Tyler noticed. But his only comment was, "Maybe you should have just taken it off and left it in the car."

This was going to be more difficult than I thought!

The middle aged, well dressed black man that held the door for us gasped and tried to avert his eyes. But there is only so much you can ask of a man. His gaze kept returning to my exposed flesh. I smiled at him as we entered and then looked up at Tyler.

He still wasn't blushing. In fact, he was smiling and obviously enjoying my efforts to embarrass him!

The hostess greeted us with a smile until she noticed the way I was dressed. Then she became a little less friendly and made a hasty change to her seating chart. We were quickly escorted to a large booth in a dark corner. But being out of the way didn't mean bad service. Our young waiter hovered around our table all during our meal.

He seemed amused when my dress didn't cover my crotch and he didn't mind at all that one or the other of my breasts was exposed all evening. It didn't seem to upset him at all that I seldom removed my hand from Tyler's lap. And when we weren't calmly consuming one of the courses he served us he seemed to find the fact that my free hand spent most of the time in Erin's lap pretty amusing, too.

It was obvious that I wasn't going to get out of cooking dinner tomorrow. Tyler found everything I did just as amusing as our waiter did. But it didn't matter. We all had a great time and the meal was outstanding.

The only thing I didn't try was leaning over and sucking Tyler's cock right there in the restaurant, either that or providing that service to the waiter.

I was impressed that Tyler enjoyed my antics as much as he did. But what really amazed me was my reaction. I was embarrassed. But not unduly, and I was incredibly turned on by all the sleazy things I was doing.

While we were waiting for the waiter to return with the check I turned to Tyler, kissed him lustfully and said, "I am going to fuck you half to death tonight."

He smiled and said, "And I'm going to cook dinner tomorrow. If you'll make a side dish I'll barbeque some steaks."

I started to protest that I lost. He just smiled and said, "I'll let other men fuck my girl. I don't let anyone touch my barbeque grill!"

I started to laugh before his words sunk in. But it wasn't just his choice of words. It was the possessive and proud note in his voice when he said them. I sobered up instantly and said, "Your girl?"

He put his arm around me and said, "I know it's too soon. And I know all about your reservations. But let's be honest. We both feel it. As you said earlier, we don't have to rush into anything. We don't have to label it. We don't have to make any life altering decisions. But you fascinate me. You turn me on. And you make me laugh. I feel like I've been locked up for many years and someone finally set me free. Two someones, actually. I didn't put that big honking string of diamonds around your neck because you've done a good job cleaning the bathrooms."

I wasn't sure that I wasn't going to faint. I heard the blood pounding in my ears. I was only marginally aware of the waiter returning. I let Tyler help me up and while he lightly kissed my lips he gently tugged the sides of my dress back together to cover my exposed body parts.

I was half way to the door before I once more became aware of the hushed sounds of the other diners and saw their expressions when they looked up and saw so much of me. I loved the shocked looks on the women's faces and the desire I saw on the faces of the men. I loved it because I was turned on and because Tyler found it all so amusing. That was all that really mattered.
Epilogue

More than six months have passed. Erin is an incredibly bright, incredibly happy, incredibly well adjusted senior in high school now. The boys are falling all over themselves to date her. She dates, when Tyler doesn't have plans for her. But she's focused on college now. Her dates often get lucky if they play their cards right. But she isn't falling in love with anyone. Not yet.

I completed my cooking classes. I was surprised both at how much fun it was and by how much I learned. I found that I have a talent for making healthy, imaginative, delicious meals and I love doing it.

Once the cooking classes came to an end the tutors that Karen hired when they thought Erin would need help started coming to the house to educate me. It wasn't easy for me, or them. I only had an eighth grade education and I still wasn't convinced that I had the ability to go beyond that.

But with their help, and Erin's, my confidence slowly started to build and before long things started to make sense to me. I passed the GED test. It was so easy for me that I breezed through it. The proctor thought I was giving up when I took my test paper to the front of the room.

Tyler has offered to put me through college. But I'm not that interested in going back to school. At Karen's insistence, and with her help in choosing books, I have started reading. Me! A reader! Who'd a thunk it?!

In the evenings, after dinner, we often sit at the kitchen table and work a crossword puzzle together. I actually contribute! I'm no match for Erin or Tyler. But every now and then I come up with the answer to a stumper. It does wonders for a girl's self confidence.

I moved into Tyler's room and his bed. We aren't officially engaged yet. But we both know it's going to happen. That hasn't put an end to the fun and games though. Erin often joins us when we go to bed. It took some time to convince Tyler that I really don't mind. Erin doesn't either. She loves him as much as I do.

Karen went back to work full time. I really miss her hanging around during the day. But I get more done around the house when she isn't here. She spends a lot of evenings with us, though. She was Tyler's best friend. Now she is a best friend to all three of us. Erin and I both make love to her fairly often. But strange as it seems, she and Tyler never have and swear they never could. They both insist that it would be too much like incest.

Lyle and Todd both come over from time to time. They come for dinner or an afternoon barbeque or a morning meeting with Tyler. But before they leave they almost always enjoy the pleasures of either Erin or me, and sometimes both of us at the same time.

There have been other men. But not many and not often. Usually our charms are reserved for the three regulars and Tyler.

Tyler took us to his bank and had them issue Erin and me a debit card for his account. Suddenly we had access to unlimited funds. The strangest thing happened. We didn't want anything! Erin uses hers for gas and the occasional book. I use mine when I go grocery shopping. It drives Tyler crazy that we don't buy things for ourselves.

I'm going to turn thirty-five next week. I've heard enough secrets being whispered when they thought I wasn't listening to know that Tyler, Karen and Erin are planning a huge party for me. I would prefer that they didn't. I'm not upset about being a year older. It's just that my happiest times are spent with just the three of them, quietly at home. We laugh and joke and enjoy being together. We can discuss anything and everything without offending anyone. Or we can just get naked and make love. I mean they can get naked. Erin and I still don't wear clothing around the house.

My life reminds me of that old song, "The Air That I breathe" by The Hollies. There is nothing more that I could wish for in my life.

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