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The New Neighbor

“Fuck, man. Carrying all this shit up these stairs is a bitch,” my friend, well, now roommate, Jack complains to me.
“It was your idea to get a place upstairs,” I quibble in response.
“Yeah, well I didn’t think about the stairs.”
My friend and I are a couple of kids entering their freshman year at Hillside College. I know, sounds pretty generic, right? But hey, it’s a good start in a new place for us.
“Johnny, go back down and grab the last few boxes.”
“Let’s just go get them together,” I say.
“Naw man.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m too busy testing out the new couch,” he says as he jumps onto our small, yet quite comfy two seater leather couch.
“Whatever,” I say breathlessly.
I head back down the three flights of stairs to my red, beat up, 1986 Honda Civic, where the last of our shit resides. As I struggle to hold the boxes and close the trunk, I hear a voice.
“Moving in?”
Now I’m no poet or romantic of any sort, but the one word I’d use to describe this voice would be angelic. And in case you were wondering, but it wasn’t a man’s voice I was hearing. Not to say a man can’t have the voice of an angel or anything.
I shut my trunk, which reveals to me the owner of the whimsical voice; a girl, with flowing red hair, wearing a similarly flowing white, sleeveless, low cut shirt with lace running along the side which allows the straps of her pink bra to be shown off. You can also see the tops of her bra peek out along with the generous amounts of cleavage that the low cut offers to the eyes. Her breasts are at least a high C cup, probably a D. She’s also wearing a worn pair of dark blue cut offs and her feet are bare which freely exhibits her ruby red painted toe nails.
I stand there stunned, looking quite stupid with my mouth agape as her emerald green eyes piercingly stare at me waiting for a response.
“Yeah, um, I’m gonna be a freshman over at Hillside,” I respond after an awkward silence.
“Really? Me too!”
“Oh that’s cool,” I say as I take a mental note.
She walks towards me and extends her hand as she says,
“I’m Crysten. With a C.”
“How rebellious,” I say and she laughs. “My name’s Johnny, with a J,” and I accept her handshake.
“When you’re done getting settled in you should come on down to my place, I’m right below you. Ya know, to get to know your neighbors and all.”
“Alrighty. Will do. I’ll be down in a bit,” I say.
“Until then, toodles,” she says and gives a little, girly wave.
She turns around to walk away and that gives me the first opportunity to check out her behind and wow, does her ass pop. Not only is it big, but it’s perfectly round and perfectly protruding from her. There’s no sag at all. There’s also a small, but quite noticeable tear near the bottom of the left cheek of her cut offs, which gives a peek to not only her luscious flesh, but a pair of pink panties which match her bra.
I walk back up to the new apartment, put down the boxes, spray a little body spray on myself and start to walk back out when my roommate interrupts by asking,
“Where are you going?”
“Our neighbor’s,” I answer.
“Our female neighbor?”
“Yeah, her name’s Crysten. With a C. How’d you know?”
“With a C? New age hipster crap. And I know because you sprayed yourself with that shitty smelling crap.” he says.
“Does it really smell like shit?”
“Naw. More like the inside of a horse’s ass.”
“Fuck you,” I say and walk out the door.
“Make sure she at least sucks your dick, bro!” I hear him yell as I rush down the stairs.
A couple seconds later I’m outside Crysten’s door collecting myself before I knock. Then just as my fist is in mid swing, the door opens and Crysten’s standing there.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to seem stalkerish, but I saw you through the window,” she says.
“Oh it’s no problem.”
“Please, come in,” she says and moves to the side.
I walk into her apartment and it’s quite bare. It’s a studio like ours, but it looks like she’s living by herself. White walls, small kitchen, bedroom in the back. The only furniture in the place seem to be a couch in front of a TV in the living room, an air mattress in the back, and a John Lennon poster hanging above it.
“Sorry the place is so naked. I just move in too,” she apologizes. “Have a seat on the couch and we can talk.”
“Alright,” I say and walk over and sit down. “When did you move in?”
“Oh, just a couple days ago. It was actually a real bitch because I’m under 18. I can’t even sign the lease until my birthday.”
“Oh really? How old are you?” I ask.
“Seventeen.”
“No way!” I exclaim.
“I know what you’re thinking, I’m no brainiac or anything-“
“No, I totally get it. I’m seventeen too,” I interrupt.
“Get out!”
I begin to get up and jokingly say, “Alright.”
“Hahaha,” she laughs as she pours herself a bowl of cereal. She then walks over and sits unnaturally close to me. “I like to pour a little chocolate sauce on top,” she says then seductively eats a spoonful of cereal. She almost seems to suck on the spoon a little. After a brief, certainly noticed moment of teasing, she removes the spoon from her mouth. There’s a trace of her shimmering red lipstick left on the spoon and a dabble of chocolate sauce in the corner of her mouth. “It adds just a little bit of sweetness.”
“You missed a spot,” I point out.
“Oh? Can you get it?”
“Um, sure.”
I reach out with my thumb and I firmly swipe away all of the chocolate from her lips. She puckers her lips and says,
“I feel like you may have missed a little. Maybe you need to use your tongue?” she suggests.
Me finally understanding what’s going on here answers with, “Of course I can do that.”
She puckers her glistening lips together and leans forward with her eyes closed. I take a second before I begin to embrace her lips. We passionately kiss, allowing our lips to explore each other. As we become one at the tongue, the bowl of cereal crashes to the floor, but neither of us notice. Our tongues participate in a dance of romance as I lean her back so I’m lying on top of her. The only time our mouths disconnect is so I can pull off her shirt and mine. She’s left in her hot pink bra and her red hair is strewn about as she stares up at me. She undoes the front clasp, revealing her massive tits to me. They look even bigger now than they did earlier. Her nipples are rosy and pink, and no bigger than a quarter. I can’t take my eyes off her fat globes of milky white flesh.
“They’re a 36 Double D. I hope that’s okay.”
“Babe, that’s perfect,” I respond before diving in with my face.
I motorboat her, allowing my tongue to explore the valley between her breasts. I leave them sticky with my saliva. I then move up to her nipples and fondle them with my tongue. I then gently bite down and suck as my hand massages her other breast. Crysten lets out small moans of pleasure and whispers things like, “Oh my God, yes. Don’t stoooop,” in that female breathy voice that men love so much. I switch breasts and being to suckle the other and as I do so, my hand snakes down into her shorts, and caresses her pussy. My fingers stroke through her thin landing strip before she parts her legs and allows me easier access to her womanhood. I pet her wetness before pushing two fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck,” she moans in response to the intrusion.
I continue to finger fuck her as I kiss down her body. I trail my lips down her tight, taught belly. Soon my eyes are at her crotch. I stare at it, trying to imagine the gift beneath. I use my fingers to scissor her folds open. She’s dripping wet. Her pussy is a deep flowing river. I start to unbutton her shorts, but she interrupts me by saying,
“No babe,” she stops me. “I’m too horny. I need you inside of me NOW.”
I oblige and sit up. She gets up, turns around and bends over, shoving her jean covered ass into my face. I give it a light smack and she looks back at me and playfully says,
“Ow,” then flashes me a seductive smile.
She continues to stare at me, but her face morphs into an expression much more sexy. Imagine the iconic finger at the lips face, minus the finger. She unpeels her shorts, which brings her panty clad ass out of hiding. Two big, round cheeks of flesh, barely covered by a pink thong. Before she can unpeel her ass like a candy bar, I reach out at tear her panties off, snapping them right where the elastic meets the fabric. I’m now staring into her pussy, her juices visible in the light. I can’t resist and bend forward to lick her.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she moans. “Soon, love. First, I need your cock in me.”
Before I can even get my pants all the way down, Crysten sits down on me, facing away, and gets all of my cock inside of her in one fluid motion.
“FUCK!” she yells out. “That feels soooo gooood.”
She bounces herself up and down on my cock, her ass slapping into my pelvis. Her wetness slurping and her breaths fast and shallow. I reach around and play with her nipples and clit.
“Oh fuck, Johnny. That’s so good.”
She rides me harder and harder, moaning the entire time. I can sense that she’s beginning to get tired, so I push us over onto the ground. She’s not even in the doggy position, just lying on the floor in a heap getting fucked by my thick, eight inch cock. She whimpers and moans, not being able to do much as she’s getting fucked so hard. I then pull out and raise her onto all fours and bury my face into her mound. My tongue assaulting her hole. I use my tongue to fuck her and fuck her good. As I’m orally pleasing her, I roughly rub my hand on her love nub. She screams and hisses as her first orgasm comes to her, spraying my face with her juices. After I’m done drinking her fluids, I lift my head up and tell her to lay on her back. She does as I command and I crawl up her body. I’m now above her chest, my cock in between her breasts.
“Squeeze your tits together. Wrap my cock in them.”
She does so and I begin to fuck her tits, just as I was fucking her pussy. In and out. Another different and distinct slapping noise is made from me assaulting her tits with my dick. With each forward stroke, she sticks her tongue out and licks my head, which sends electric shocks up my spine.
“Fuck babe. I’m about to cum,” I warn her.
“Spray me with it. Coat my face and tits in it. Let me drink all of your spunk.”
And with that, I explode. Six, seven spurts of cum fly out of my dick and they land everywhere. Some on her face, some in her hair. I even got some on the carpet. As my orgasm subsides, I dribble the last few drops onto her tits. She scoops up what she can and licks her fingers clean.
“Yummy,” she claims as she rubs the rest of my cum into her skin like moisturizer.
I’m still hard, so I get into position above her and roughly force my girth back into her. She responds with a load, breathy moan as I start to fuck her missionary.
“Oh GOD, baby. Please don’t stop fucking me. You do it so well with that horse cock of yours.”
“I’m not gonna stop until you’re full of my seed,” I say.
Every time I thrust into her, her tits bounce. They go all over the place. She’s rolling her head and curling her toes in pleasure, unable to keep herself still. At this moment we are one, both physically and spiritually. Our lovemaking so full of passion, yet rough. I use one arm to hold me up as the other pulls her hair. This causes her to emit a scream of both pain and immense pleasure. I fall on top of her, biting and tenderly embracing her neck. I get my hands in between the shag carpet and her ass cheeks and I grip on. I grasp her round firmness as I shove in and out of her pussy. I maneuver one of my thumbs to her rosebud and gently push in. This causes her to go completely still and whisper over and over,
“Oh shit I’m cumming. Oh shit oh shit ohshit ohshit ohshitohshitoshshitOHSHITTTTT. I’M CUMMMMMMING!”
Her eyes go wide and she becomes as tense as a rock and as stiff as a board. While her body is still, her pussy is anything but. Her pussy contracts around my thick cock as I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, and this causes her to cum over and over. I can feel the puddle forming between us and over the carpet. She’s squirting everywhere at this point and I can’t take it anymore. I whisper into her ear,
“I’m about to cum babe. I’m going to cum inside of you.”
“YES DO IT. DO IT NOW. FILL ME WITH YOUR PRECIOUS CUM,” she screams as she cums.
Then all of the sudden with no warning at all, I erupt within her. My cock throbs in union with her contractions and I fill her up. I must have shot at least twelve or thirteen ropes of thick cum inside of her. After I finish, we both relax and I begin to soften. My cock eventually finds its way out of her with a popping noise.
We lay there in silence, each trying to catch our breath. We are covered in sweat and each other’s juices. We wear them as a badge of honor and proof of the intense fuck session we just shared with each other.
Finally she breaks the silence with, “I hope you don’t mind, but I bet that your roommate heard us.”
“After that round of fucking, I bet he did,” I say.
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Broken Birds, Part 36, Love Child

Part 36
Love Child
Michael picked her up and placed her on the bed. Though she looked frail, Kelly was muscled and surprisingly heavy. Michael took Kelly’s face in his hands and kissed her gently. Kelly’s body responded with passion and need.
He pushed her onto her back. He kissed the hollow of her neck inhaling her fresh scent. He squeezed and caressed her small breasts with their pale, hard nipples. His fingertips grazed over her body causing her nerves to resonate and her breath to shorten.
Butterfly kisses across her taut belly. After an eternity for her, he reached her sex. He lifted her leg and stared at her engorged labia and inner lips, already parted with excitement. He knew she was on the ragged edge of control.
He slurped and parted her lips from bottom to the triangle of joy with its shy clit. He watched her clit grow as it felt his hot breath.
He worked two fingers into her opening, feeling the tightness, hoping he would not hurt her.
Kelly silently gripped the sheets in an agony of need. She held her breath.
Michael turned his hand palm up and began to caress spongy top of her love canal while simultaneously sucking her clit. His tongue gently lashed her clit.
Her body stiffened.
Michael gently bit down on her clit.
She exploded, screaming “YES” over and over.
Her muscled legs snapped around his head. She snapped up into a sitting position. She held him to her pussy with steely strength.
He kept lashing her clit and caressing her tunnel. He began to insert a third finger. He felt her pussy spasm over and over.
Kelly screamed unintelligibly, lost in a world of pleasure.
Though he’d trained to hold his breath for minutes, Michael began to worry about running out of air.
Finally Kelly’s legs relaxed and she released her death grip on his hair.
He slid up her body and gave her a very wet kiss.
He held her waiting for her to finish her journey of joy.
After a time, her eyes focused. “I never dreamed,” Kelly said in a dreamy voice, still very deep in her well of pleasure.
Michael moved her to his chest, knowing that it was time. He grabbed some lube and lubed his cock. Normally the women would use their mouths, but Michael knew Kelly could not wait.
Michael’s hands parted her legs. His hands pushed her shoulders gently. She started to rise.
“Honey stay flat,” he said. She understood. She squirmed down his body. Her hand squeezed his cock, feeling the lube. She realized the reason for the position Michael had chosen for her. She fitted his cock into her tiny sheath, thankful for Michael’s preparation.
Music filled the room. Michael’s hands showed her hips how to move to minimize any pain. He underestimated Kelly.
She levered up, easily holding her chest above his with her strong arms. She began to rotate her hips in time with the music in a sensual dance of lust, gradually impaling herself. Even as she concentrated on his shaft, the position caused her clit to grind against his pelvis sending excitement coursing through her.
By the time she was fully impaled and sat up, she was near her climax.
As she danced on his cock, Michael claimed her clit. She started to tremble and shake, holding her breath.
His thumbs began to caress her clit in opposite directions.
Her orgasm burst through her body. Her legs snapped tight to Michael’s hips.
Her fluttering muscles sent Michael over the edge, shooting his seed deep in her.
She screamed, “I BEAT YOU!” then, “I WON!”
As they sipped champagne, Kelly found her peace. She’d denied her own nature when she had assumed the guise of a fearful victim. She hated the cowardice she’d had to feign to protect her sister.
She took Michaels hand and placed it over her heart. She took the commitment ring off her right hand and placed it on her left.
Several weeks later a video arrived in the e-mails of her friends, her company and news stations in New York City.
Her beautiful green eyes sparkled, “I’m Kelly Simpson. Some of you have called me a hero. I am no hero. I’m a fool. Ten years ago I was gang raped. I hid it to protect my family. I played the coward and pretended it never happened. The animals that raped me also gave me a disease that has now made it impossible for me to carry a child.
I never sought help. I never sought counseling. I never went back to the doctors. If I had, I would have healed many years ago and would never have let the disease rob me of the chance to carry my own baby.
I used the hate and pain from that day to fuel my fighting. Each time I entered the ring, I loosed the beast. And each time I loosed the beast, I lost a part of my soul.
I am now retiring from fighting. I no longer want to loose the beast. I want to kill it. I want to be free of the hate and pain.
I have put my company into a trust to help rape victims get the help they need. For now, I just want to be left alone to heal. The addresses to seek help are at the end of my message.
To those of you who have suffered the hideous reality of rape, seek help. Now. Today. Don’t be a fool like I was.
Reclaiming your life is a road filled with agony. I know because I’m traveling it now. You have to take it. Animals that rape want to ruin your life. Don’t let them win. Beat the bastards.
A website link appeared. It had every resource Tim had been able to find, sorted by geography.
The video went viral before the news stations even aired it. Reports of rape multiplied geometrically. The volume of inquiries nearly swamped the website. Tim had been right.
She became a worldwide heroine.
It didn’t take the news organizations long to reach the town where Kelly had been raped. Like piranhas, they descended on the police and the high school, digging for the real story.
They found a pattern of systemic rape and cover up. At least a dozen victims came forward.
For nearly two weeks news stations broadcast the horrific details, many of which arrived via an anonymous IP address. Pictures, names, dates and accounts were verified. Tim had been very thorough.
A 25-year-old housewife died from an intentional overdose after being questioned by the state police. She had helped in Kelly’s rape. It was her freshly fucked pussy Kelly had licked.
The information kept coming. Most of the state police eagerly waited for the next installment. One man dreaded it. He’d been captain of the wrestling team. He’d also taken Kelly’s ass cherry and ripped her sphincter horribly.
He ate a bullet the day Internal Affairs came to question him.
Kelly’s volleyball coach had been the ringleader, manipulating minor teen disputes into hate filled attacks. The youngest victim was 15, the oldest 27. It matched the coach’s tenure.
He disappeared the day before he was implicated. It took him two days to die. He was eaten alive by wild hogs. They never found his body.
His wife and two children left town shortly after his disappearance. They were national pariahs.
The son of a local politician was found with his cock stuffed in his mouth impaled on a metal signpost.
A trauma counselor came to town, ostensibly funded by Kelly’s trust. The other victims were given free access. Local doctors gave free medical care to the victims.
In total, more than thirty men and women were implicated over a twelve-year period. Charges were brought against fourteen. The legal statute of limitations had run on the others, including those that attacked Kelly.
Tim made sure the public scorn would never run out. He’d set up a system of flags to track each animal. If a rape happened within 50 miles, the police were notified of the presence of a sexual predator. Their lives became living hells. They were shunned and tormented mercilessly. They found it impossible to hide in the information age.
One of the victims had been related to a Captain in the State Police. He was a bit more direct, finally understanding why his niece had ended her life. Word went out. Three of his niece’s attackers disappeared. Two ran. Anonymous e-mails followed them. So did the Captain.
Tim received a strange e-mail from one of the girls implicated in Kelly’s rape. He’d been unable to positively connect her, so he had not sent her details.
I am guilty. I helped them rape Kelly. I tried to ease her pain, but I did not try to stop them.
I will gladly end my life if that is what she wants. But before I do, I wanted to make an offer. She said a disease had claimed her ability to carry a child. I am a nurse. It sounded like her ovaries still work. If they do, would she consider me as a surrogate?
Please tell her that I beg her for forgiveness. If I can ease her pain in any way, I swear I’ll do whatever she wants or needs.
Please tell her that I was initiated the year before she was, so I do know how she feels.
Michael went to see Alice when he got the forwarded e-mail. Tim also sent the material he’d amassed on the woman.
“Jesus Christ!” she said after reading the e-mail.
She knew all too well that Kat’s second pregnancy would prevent a third. Jan now carried Shoshana’s child. The third try had been the charm. Shoshana was beyond ecstatic.
Even if Jan would agree to be a surrogate, she might not be able to, thoughher first pregnancy was going well.
Jennifer had finally conceived, but she was nearly 40 and it would be a stretch for her to carry Kelly’s child.
Alice and Rafaela were not able to carry a child to term.
When Lynne, Maria and Nita left, they took the baby factories with them. Those factories were working overtime as collectively they now had five children and another on the way.
Alice and Michael went through the material carefully. They realized this was Kelly’s decision.
They found her on the leisure pool deck. When she saw them coming to her with serious faces, she stood up and met them half way. She never shied from trouble.
“Let’s sit down, Honey.”
“Do you remember a Barbara Pearson?”
Her eyes blazed with fury. “I remember the bitch. She was one of them.”
Alice noticed there did not seem to be hate in her eyes.
Alice looked grim. She had a choice to make. She could help her patient, lover and sister or kick Michael out and turn this into a session and preserve her ethics. She compromised.
“Honey, do you mind if I tell Michael something you told me in session?”
“Go ahead.” Kelly looked confused.
“You said someone tried to lube you before the men penetrated. You said it was a woman.”
Kelly nodded, “Barbara?”
Michael nodded grimly. He handed her the forwarded e-mail.
Kelly knew she’d have to go outside the harem to find a surrogate. The laws made it chancy as well as the birth mother could claim the child.
“What do you think?” she asked Michael.
“According to Tim, she was never mentioned by any of the other victims. He confirmed that she was raped a year before you.”
“She was the one who liked the boy I dated.”
“I don’t think that’s why you were raped, Honey. Your volleyball teacher set the rapes up. He set up his team each year from the men’s teams. Then he’d tell a girl you said or did something to get his female helpers. I don’t know what he said you said or did. Tim probably does, but it really doesn’t matter because he was going to make it happen with his male team no matter what.” Michael explained.
She shuddered. How could someone hate me so much?
She hadn’t realized that she’d said it out loud.
“To him, you were just a piece of meat. He didn’t hate you.” Alice said more forcefully than she intended.
“What do you want to do with Barbara and her offer?” Michael saw the haunted expression in Kelly’s face.
“I need to think about it,” she said and went to get a drink.
Michael went through the files carefully. He needed Tim’s evaluation of the woman. Kelly’s celebrity could be a powerful draw to people wanting to bask in reflected light. Also, with the laws as they were, they could be subject to blackmail once the fetus started to grow.
He sent his questions.
Two days later, Tim sat in a rented car outside Barbara’s home. It was a meticulously maintained small non-descript house. It reminded him of the Burkett house.
She answered immediately since she’d seen him sitting in front.
“Ms Pearson, I’m Tim O’Donnell,” he said handing her his card, “I’m here about the e-mail you sent about Kelly.” His other hand held a laptop.
She had shoulder length light brown hair, an oval face, small nose, high forehead and oval mouth. She had small, probably C cup breasts and hips slightly wider than her torso. Her body showed she exercised regularly.
“Please come in,” she gasped, taking him to the kitchen table.
Before he could sit, “How is she? Is there anything I can do? I swear I didn’t do anything but try to lube her. I’m so sorry.”
He held up his hand kindly. “First, Kelly’s fine. She knows about your offer and she knows your part in her rape,” Tim’s eyes turned frightening, then snapped back to neutral.
“Kelly is very special to me. She wanted me to talk with you before making a decision. One of her ovaries still works. The Gonorrhea got to her uterus, so she’s unable to carry a child.” He saw horror in her pale blue eyes.
“If she were to agree, you’d have to travel to her. She lives quite far away. With her celebrity, she now lives in a compound with a family I love. There have been quite a few threats on her life, so during the pregnancy, you would live in a very closed world. Could you do that?”
“There’s nothing here for me. I’d welcome some solitude.”
“I won’t lie to you. Kelly is desperate to have a child with her man. The man is a good friend of mine. He wanted me to see if this is some part of a scam to get pregnant and then blackmail them with the child.”
Tim watched her carefully. Her eyes showed hope and then offence.
He smiled. “People are my business. I had to look you in the eye and see if you were who you say you are.” He paused, making his decision, “The compound has a trauma counselor and its own concierge doctor. These are the records the doctor wants. We can do the tests there if you don’t have the records. You’ll be staying in the guesthouse.”
He paused seeing confusion in her eyes.
He opened the laptop and clicked “Play”
Kelly’s sparkling eyes lit the screen. “Hello Barbara. Thank you for your offer. I hated you and the others for so long, it almost made me do something that I would regret for the rest of my life. I know you tried to help. I now realize nothing could have stopped that horrific day. I’m told that most of those animals are either in their own hell or roasting together on the other side.”
“You endured the same pain and humiliation. Tim says that you’ve never gone for help. We have help here. Many of us are rape survivors. We’re not victims because we won’t let those animals ruin our lives. Don’t let them ruin your life.
You’ve offered me the most precious thing in my world and heart. I’m begging you to come to me, to bear my child.
I swear we’ll help each other. Come soon. We’re waiting.
“When do we leave?” she said decisively. Kelly was right. She’d let those animals win.
Two weeks later, she left, still filled with guilt and horror. Now, though, she had hope.
Jennifer met her in the Sydney airport. Jennifer liked her. Barbara knew her medicine and was a Physician’s Assistant, but still referred to herself as a nurse. Self- deprecation went over well in Australia.
She would also be a godsend as Kat was about to pop and Jan would not be far behind. Jennifer had been using temporary help over the past several years after Nancy had died. Jennifer worried about both deliveries and she was pregnant. She’d arranged to have an OB/GYN to come, but having an experienced PA would be enormous help. Jennifer told her about the situation.
Kelly and Michael met them at the heliport in the compound.
Jennifer led Barbara to them.
First he hugged Jennifer close.
“Hello Barbara, I’m Michael,” he held out his hand.
Barbara searched Kelly’s eyes. Kelly hugged her softly, “Welcome home.” Barbara started to cry.
“Where’s the harem?”
“Lap pool,” Kelly replied.
Half an hour later, Barbara surfaced, sputtering. The sound of laughter filled the poolroom.
Twenty-four hours later Kat went into labor.

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