"Hmph. Okay," Teela grunted. Had lightning struck? If it had, Teela was screwed — or maybe NOT screwed, which came to the same thing… "Was his friend with him?"
"No," Sally replied. "His friend had the same opinion of the movie you did. You two seem to have a lot in common!"
"WE DO NOT!" Teela ranted — but Sally was giggling on the other end of the line.
"Well, you never know…" Sally taunted. "Besides, you REALLY might want to get a look at him — I didn’t see anything objectionable…"
"Oh, yeah, right!" Teela scolded. "The first thing he did was call me pipsqueak!"
"Well, yeah, but you were busy burning his friend!" Sally argued. "Besides, he’s the first guy I ever saw who could hold his own with you in an argument … In fact, he was all over you like a coat of paint!" She snickered, "Hmmm … Now THERE’S a visual…"
"What’s THAT supposed to mean?" Teela demanded hotly.
"Well, if he took an interest in you, how loud would you scream?"
"Well, it depends," Teela retorted.
"You bet your sweet ass it does!" Sally giggled.
"Cut it out!" Teela groused. "YOU’RE the one likely to get burned if you go around thinking Hunky Boy is the one!"
"I dunno, Teela," Sally argued thoughtfully, "You weren’t there…"
"Well, I’ll be around to pick up the pieces, I guess," Teela grunted.
"Thanks, you’re a true friend," Sally replied sarcastically.
"We’ll see…" Teela insisted.
Beth’s shift went more or less normally, despite pending issues. She confirmed plans to pick up Louise and the boys, but Louise asked few questions, adopting a wait and see attitude rather than plying Beth further. Dr. Rankin got put on hold, too; Louise was saving herself for Friday, and Beth still wasn’t cleared, so when Robert approached Louise with some inanity designed to start a conversation, Louise cut to the chase, "We’re both, uh, indisposed at the moment; I’m sure you understand…"
"Oh." Presented with what was obviously an issue that applied only to females, Robert was left feeling like the rug had been jerked out from under him.
"Better luck next week, Sweetie!" Louise grinned engagingly.
"Okay, sure…" Robert slunk away, feeling like a fool.
Friday morning found Lon moving things around in the rec room under the direction of his mother. He shifted the couch and dragged down some throw pillows and a couple of exercise pads that then got covered in comforters. Finally, he inflated a couple of Aerobeds that the women had purchased the day before; no one knew whether they were going to do the job, but they were a lot cheaper than mattresses … When Rick and Jean arrived at eleven, he and Rick went out to service the pool. "This is sure a lot of crap," he grumbled.
"Yeah," Rick agreed. "Why we need to do the total orgy thing for the Carter brothers and their mom is beyond me…"
"Maybe it’s just that the group has grown past a certain point," Lon surmised. "That’s all I can figure."
"Dragging a woman off to half-assed privacy seemed like a good deal to me," Rick grumbled. "Why do we all have to be in the same damn room?"
Lon shrugged. "Maybe to keep an eye on things?"
"I guess."
"You wanna vacuum?"
"Sure." Rick started assembling the vacuum hose to the head and wand. "What do you REALLY think of this deal?"
"Basically? It sucks. We don’t really know these guys — and we’ve got nothing in fucking common."
"Well, Beth knows the woman and likes her, I guess," Rick pointed out.
"Good! Let HER suck her pussy!" Lon grinned. "Knowing Mama, she probably will…"
"Yeah," Rick grinned back. "You know, though, the women don’t seem to be complaining all that much…"
"I can’t see how we’re not bringing enough dick to the table," Lon groused.
"It’s strange, I figure," Rick replied. "I’m sorta looking forward to black pussy…"
"I guess I wouldn’t be so itchy about it if we weren’t stuck with the whole thing," Lon sighed. "I just don’t like having it shoved down our throats."
"Well, be happy it was one of THEM who fucked up!" Rick replied. "If it had been one of us…"
"Yeah, no shit."
Inside, a similar conversation was occurring…
"Come clean, Candace," Jean asked, "How do you REALLY feel about this?"
"I’m pissed," Candace admitted. "I don’t mind the idea of a little dark meat injection, and it’ll be educational for you — and probably do wonders for Beth — but I would have preferred to have whoever did it be a guest, rather than a permanent member of the group! Likewise, a little variety won’t hurt the boys, but they’re all in school together but run in different groups — what will be the effect of a deal where they have nothing in common but fucking each other’s mother?"
"How much of this is about race, do you think?" Jean wondered aloud. She would have liked to think she was above such things, but…
"Well, quite a bit," Candace admitted, looking hangdog, "but some of it is practical — I don’t tell our boys who to hang out with, and I’m sure this Louise doesn’t tell hers, either. If the boys had precipitated this, I don’t know WHAT I’d be doing to them — but it would be drastic!"
"Beth’s not off the hook yet, then?" Jean asked.
"Not by a LOOOOONG shot!" Candace retorted, adding, "I guess there are up-sides. The boys DIDN’T do it — but they get the object lesson, anyway. And Beth knows this woman and likes her, apparently. And we’re apparently not dealing with a blackmailer…"
"Yeah." Jean shuddered at the thought.
"You know, I’ve been thinking," Candace added. "The balance thing might almost be an issue; sure, on any given day, one of us can take on three of them — but on the flip side, we don’t want it as often — except for Beth, maybe."
"I don’t know," Jean argued. "I like to have some every couple of days, at least!"
"Sure, Honey — how many bouts? One? Two? Any one of those kids can crank out three, basically on demand! And tomorrow, when you’re wasted and sore, he’ll want three more!" Candace retorted. "Properly handled, they could probably pump out little wigglers by the pint every six hours from now until they were twenty-five — and even then they’d only have to throttle back to eight hours until they hit OUR age! Do you know why we’re so horny? It’s our last shot at motherhood, God forbid! But biology hasn’t caught up with modern medicine…"
"Okay, so, what do we do?" Jean asked.
"We try to keep up," Candace replied. "At some point, the boys will start replacing us with a younger harem — and that’s going to be tricky! Can you imagine? 'Oh, say, this is Beth — we fuck… ' What a mess!"
Being replaced by a younger woman wasn’t that palatable for Jean, but it brought up the flip side. "What about older guys?"
"Like Beth’s Dr. Rankin?" Candace asked. "It’s a mess. Keeping this a secret from ANYBODY not in the group is most easily handled by not HAVING anyone outside the group — and that’s not normal. Do you want to BE not normal?"
"Men have avoided me thus far," Jean grinned ruefully.
"But they might NOT avoid the new, improved Jean who is sassy and bright-eyed and waving her tush all over, saying I’m getting regular dick — don’t you wish it was you? That’s what happened to Beth…" Candace pointed out.
"Oh."
"And that’s what got her caught, too, undoubtedly — that and her big, open face! I know she didn’t really TELL Louise anything; it went just as she said — Louise asked her questions, and her face didn’t lie."