We didn't talk much for the rest of the climb. After we got the backpack

and reins off of Pony Carrie, we all had some water from the canteen,

then got between the blankets together. It was a beautiful, sunny day,

but cold. We had decided to just enjoy being together outside, and

postpone the usual orgy until we were back home. But before long, the

kissing and caressing got out of control, and we were fucking in spite

of the cold. None of us undressed, we weren't that stupid. William and I

had to drop our pants to our knees, but Carrie had it the easiest, all

she had to do was unzip her crotch. I don't think she ever really got

cold, but I sure did.

After we had each cum a few times, we huddled together under the blanket

again and talked. William told Carrie what he and I had talked about on

the way up the hill. She agreed that we needed to loosen Helen up, while

being very careful not to scare her away. Since Carrie was "the brains

of the outfit," as William put it, she said she would come up with some

ideas for us to kick around later.

Carrie also told us her idea for a Christmas present I could give Helen.

At the mega store, she had bought two matching picture frames. She

wanted to take two pictures of the three of us in front of our tree, put

them in the frames, and give them to Helen. Why two pictures? "One with

clothes, and one without, of course," Carrie answered. I protested, but

Carrie insisted that Helen would like it. "And if she doesn't, she can

throw away the one she doesn't like," Carrie said. "I'm betting she

throws away the one with clothes." When I stopped laughing, I told her

it was a great idea and we should do it.

"How will we get the pictures developed by Friday?" William asked as we

were making our way down the hill. Carrie took a few minutes to explain

how her digital camera, along with the PC and printer in Uncle Phil's

office, made it child's play to print your own pictures. That was news

to William and I, we were both ignorant about computers back then.

As the house came into view, we saw Bev walking around the house, like

she was going from the front door to the back door. She was bundled

against the cold, with her head down, and she hadn't seen us. Carrie

yelled at her and waved, and Bev waved back once she figured out where

the yell had come from.

Bev said Hello to each of us when we walked up to her, but it was

obvious she still had a problem with William. She asked Carrie if she

could speak to her alone for a moment. Carrie looked to William, and he

nodded. "Come on, Char, let's get inside and unpack," he said as he

walked to the back door.

A few minutes later, Carrie caught up to us in the bedroom, where

William was stripping the backpack frame. We both looked at Carrie to

hear what Bev had said. Carrie looked angry. "In the spirit of the

season," she said, trying to imitate Bev's voice, "Beverly wants Char

and I to join them for Christmas dinner tomorrow." Looking at William,

she added, "But she wouldn't feel comfortable with you there."

Without hesitation, William said, "You should accept."

"Well, I already told her it was out of the question, and insulting to

all three of us," Carrie said. "Do you want me to go down there and tell

her we've changed our minds?"

"You'll have to decide this one for yourselves," William said, looking

at both of us. "But remember, those two good people gave up their lives

and moved here to protect you, Carrie. And without Philip, you'd still

be your brother's slave, Char. It's not Beverly's fault she can't accept

our lifestyle, many people would react the same way. She still loves

you, Carrie."

So Carrie changed into jeans and a sweater, then she and I put on our

coats and walked hand-in-hand down to Bev's and Uncle Phil's house.

After knocking on the door, Carrie gave me a quick kiss, and then we

waited. Bev opened the door, and it looked like she had been crying.

Uncle Phil also came to the door, with his coat on. "I was just coming

up to talk to you," he said.

As soon as we were inside, Carrie did something that surprised me

completely. She took both of Bev's hands in hers and dropped to her

knees. Looking up into Bev's eyes, Carrie said, "Bill and Char and I are

a family. I love them every bit as much as I love you and Philip. Please

don't make me choose between you and them."

Bev looked down at Carrie, then looked at me. I saw tears forming in her

eyes. She pulled Carrie to her feet and hugged her. "I'm sorry, Dear,

I'm just a silly old woman. Please forgive me, of course you're all

welcome in our house." I looked over at Uncle Phil. He was grinning, and

he winked at me.

Bev made us take off our coats and stay for awhile. She fed us tea and

cookies, and we talked about safe subjects. It seemed like forever

before Carrie finally stood up and said we had to get home. When Carrie

told William what happened, he grinned. "Damn, I thought I was off the

hook," he said.

After dinner, we all dressed up in the same clothes we had worn the

previous Saturday night, when we went out on the town with Helen. Carrie

and I wore our matching dresses, and William put on a suit. Carrie wore

her slave collar, and I wore the almost-matching choker necklace she had

bought for me in town. I even put on my wig. After William expertly

applied our lipstick, we went into the living room and posed in front of

the lighted tree. Carrie had dug her digital still camera out of a

drawer. She didn't have a tripod, so William put a stool from the

kitchen on top of the coffee table, to make a stable place for the

camera to sit at almost eye level.

The tree was in the same corner of the living room where Carrie had been

chained and whipped during our final "The Story of O" drama. Carrie had

pleaded with William to leave the eye-bolts in the wall, so she would

always remember that experience. For the picture, I asked if we should

cover up the eye-bolts. Carrie wanted them visible, so that's how they

stayed.

Using the delayed exposure feature of her camera, Carrie triggered the

exposure, and then ran over to pose with William and I. She took the

picture six or seven times, until she got one that looked perfect on the

preview screen. Then we all trooped into the office and watched while

Carrie copied the picture from the camera to the PC. She previewed the

way the picture would look when printed, put the right size paper in the

printer, and printed it. I was amazed, in just a few minutes we had a

perfect, photograph-quality picture. Carrie put the picture in one of

the frames and set it on the table for us to see. It was wonderful, I

knew Helen would love it. I hugged Carrie, thanked her for having the

idea, and told her she was a genius.

We were going to take the second picture next, the one where we were

naked. But William said it was Christmas eve, we were dressed up, and we

should drink some wine and dance awhile first. Carrie and I got the wine

and glasses from the kitchen. When we returned to the living room,

William had tuned the radio to his favorite dance music. After a few

sips of wine, William asked me to dance.

I hadn't danced with William for quite a while, although Carrie had been

giving me lessons a few times a week. I actually blushed when William

told me I danced as well as Carrie. I knew her lessons had helped me a

lot, but I couldn't believe I was that good. Whenever I watched Carrie

dance, she seemed to glide around the floor, perfectly synchronized with

William. Then Carrie started clapping, and told me I was the best dancer

she had ever seen. All I could do was grin and thank them both.

We danced, talked, and drank wine until almost midnight. When William

said it was nearly bedtime, we all stripped for the second picture,

except Carrie and I left our collars on. I wasn't sure whether to take

my wig off, or leave it on. "How naked do you want to be for Helen?"

Carrie asked, then she laughed as I reached up and pulled the wig off of

my head. She then smoothed my short hair with her hands, until it looked

like it had been combed.

When Carrie had the second picture in its frame, she and William watched

while I wrapped both pictures in Christmas gift paper, attached a bow,

and wrote a card. I put the package under our tree, and then we all

gathered up our clothes and went to the bedroom.

"Wake up, Sweetie, it's Christmas morning." I opened my eyes to see

Carrie's smiling face. She reached over and gave me a kiss, stirring

warm memories of the tender love we had shared only a few hours ago.

"Where's William?" I asked, trying to shake the cobwebs from my head. I

realized that I had drank much too much wine the night before. It didn't

seem like it at the time, but my head and stomach were telling me I

overdid it big time.

"He must be making breakfast," Carrie said, kissing me again. "Come on,

let's help each other on the toilet, then go see if we can do anything."

"Ow, my head," I whimpered as I stood up beside the bed. Carrie laughed,

making me angry for an instant; but then I took her in my arms and

kissed her, telling myself that the way I felt was my fault, and I would

not inflict it on the people I loved. Not on Christmas day, at least.

When we finished on the toilet, we went looking for William. He wasn't

in the kitchen. We found him sprawled out on the couch, still naked,

looking at the tree. He had turned on the tree lights. Enough lights to

light up three trees, in my opinion, Carrie didn't do anything in half

measures. William smiled at us when we came into the living room. "When

I was a kid, I loved Christmas trees," he said. "I would lie in front of

our tree and just look at it. For hours, sometimes. My dad used to tease

me about it. 'What do you think it's going to do while you're not

watching?' he'd ask me."

Carrie walked around behind the couch, then leaned over and kissed

William. "Merry Christmas, my love," she said. I knelt in front of the

couch, then kissed him and wished him a Merry Christmas when it was my

turn.

"Funny thing, there are more presents under the tree now than there were

last night," William said. "I wonder how that could have happened."

Carrie smiled at us and shrugged her shoulders. "Santa Claus, I guess,"

she said.

We didn't have to be at Uncle Phil's until eleven, so we had plenty of

time. William made us waffles for breakfast, and as usual he and Carrie

tried to get me to eat way more than I wanted. After lingering over a

third cup of coffee, we cleaned up after ourselves, then wandered back

into the living room. We sat on the floor in front of the tree, and one

by one Carrie picked up a present, read the name on the card, and handed

them to the recipient. We all opened our trinket presents first, oohing

and aahing over what we had chosen to give each one other. I don't even

remember what the actual presents were, it was the giving and sharing

that I loved.

Finally, we were left with the three presents from Santa. Carrie said

William should open his first, and he was genuinely surprised and happy

when he pulled a pair of fur-lined bedroom slippers out of the box. He

kissed Carrie and thanked her. "I'll take the kiss, but you need to

thank Santa, not me," she said, grinning ear to ear.

Carrie said she wanted to open her present next, and she tore into the

wrapping like a madwoman. After she had quickly destroyed the wrapping

paper and the box too, she showed us a picture frame containing the same

picture we were giving Helen, the one where we were dressed. "This was

exactly what I wanted, how did Santa know?" she said, carefully setting

the picture on the floor under the tree.

Finally it was my turn. My present was the largest of the three boxes.

After getting the box open, there didn't seem to be anything inside but

wadded-up paper. "Is there anything in here?" I asked. Carrie said there

must be, Santa wouldn't play a dirty trick like that. I kept digging,

and finally found it. It was a gold wedding band. I didn't know what to

say, I just held it up for them to see. "Why?" was all I could ask.

Carrie held up her left hand, showing me her ring. "Santa probably

thought you're as entitled to wear one of these as I am." She looked at

William, and he smiled.

William held up his left hand, showing me his ring. "Carrie's right," he

said. "You're a full partner, you're every bit as entitled to a wedding

band as we are ... if you want to wear it. May I put it on your finger?"

I couldn't believe it, I just sat staring down at the ring in my hand.

Finally William's words got through to me. I held out the ring to him,

he took it from me, and then slipped it onto the ring finger of my left

hand. It fit a little loosely, but my hands were still thin, I knew

without a doubt that it would fit perfectly when my weight was back to

normal. I looked up at Carrie and William, and started crying. They let

me cry for a minute, then they helped me to my feet and led me to the

couch. I couldn't take my eyes off of the ring.

I sat between William and Carrie and cried for a long time. When my

tears were almost gone, Carrie said, "If you don't want to wear it while

you're with Helen, it's Ok. Santa will understand."

"Are you kidding?" I said, "I'm never taking this ring off." I looked

into Carrie's eyes. "Thank you so much, this means more to me than I can

ever tell you." Looking over at William, I smiled. "I'll make you a good

wife, I swear I will," I said.

He said, "You're already a good wife, and we're honored to be your

partners," then he kissed me on the cheek.

It might seem odd that they would give me that ring just when I was

beginning to show some independence from them. I think it was a

coincidence, I think Carrie got the ring for me the first chance she

had, and it happened to be at the same time that we met Helen. I don't

know that for sure, because Carrie always held to the story that Santa

Claus brought the ring. I also think that it wouldn't have mattered to

them if I had left them for Helen. They had made me a member of their

partnership, and there were no conditions on it. They intended our

partnership, and our love, to last as long as we lived, even if we

weren't always together.

It was time to get dressed. We wore the same clothes to Uncle Phil's

that we wore for Helen's picture. It was Carrie's idea, she said it was

to compensate William and I for agreeing to go, since she knew it was

the last thing in the world we wanted to do. William asked what she

meant by compensation. With a devilish grin, she said Bev would know

what the matching dresses meant, even though she might not be able to

put it into words, and it would make her very uncomfortable. Carrie

added that it would be hard for Bev to look down her nose at a man who

was as distinguished as William looked in a suit and tie. Those were

good enough reasons for William and I.

A few minutes before eleven, we put our coats on and went out the front

door. Uncle Phil and Bev greeted us at the front door of their house.

They both kissed Carrie and I warmly on the cheek. Uncle Phil shook

Bill's hand, and Bev took his hand and gave him a quick peck on the

cheek, thanking him for coming. I was surprised, she was really on her

best behavior. I won't bore you with any more details, except to say

that Carrie had been right about Bev's reaction to our dresses, it drove

her up the wall.

Ok, one detail. About an hour after we had eaten, Carrie announced that

she wanted to do some target practice downstairs. Bev immediately

objected, which of course was the reason Carrie brought it up. After Bev

and Carrie argued back an forth for awhile, Uncle Phil spoke up and said

that Carrie needed regular target practice. Scowling, Bev bundled up and

went for a walk outside, while the rest of us went to the basement.

Apparently, Bev hated guns and the sounds they made, and so do I. I shot

a gun for the first time in my life that Christmas day in Uncle Phil's

basement. I didn't really want to, but they all talked me into it. That

turned out to be a good thing, because that day I learned enough to be

able to fire a pistol when I had to.

I had tried very hard not to make my new ring conspicuous while we were

at Uncle Phil's, even though it was practically all I could think about,

besides Helen. Since Bev and Uncle Phil didn't say anything about the

ring, I guess I did Ok.

Christmas night, and the following day, are a blur in my mind. When I

woke up the next morning, I realized I was only one day away from being

with Helen again. I had two things to obsess over, Helen and my ring. It

gave me sense of joy and elation that just wouldn't go away, not that I

wanted it to.

Thursday, after dinner, we called Helen. Uncle Phil's office had a

speaker phone, and all three of us were in on the call at first. My

heart jumped into my throat when I heard Helen answer the phone, it was

all I could do to keep quiet and let William start the conversation.

After William had told Helen we were all on the phone, and she had said

Hello to all of us and wished us Happy Holidays, William asked her if

she still wanted to spend the weekend with us.

"More than ever," she said, then added, "I've missed you, Char, I can't

wait to see you again."

William and Carrie looked at me, and I said, "I love you, Helen."

"What time tomorrow evening should we pick you up?" Carrie asked.

Helen was quiet for a few moments. Finally she said, "Carrie, I'm too

excited about the visit, I'm not going to work tomorrow. You can pick me

up any time. How about right now?"

William grinned. "How about nine tomorrow morning?" he asked.

"I'll be ready, eager, and waiting," Helen said. After a pause, she

asked, "Should I be waiting on my knees?"

"That's not required, although you'll spend some time on your knees

after you get here," William said. She didn't respond to that, but I

could picture her in my mind, wide-eyed and imagining what she might be

doing on her knees. William then proceeded to give Helen a list of the

kinds of clothing he expected her to bring. He also told her not to do

any packing, but to have what she wanted to bring laid out on her bed

for his inspection. Finally, he told her what he expected her to be

wearing when we arrived, namely a short skirt, blouse, medium heels, and

nothing more. He said the blouse had to button up the front, and be thin

enough so he could tell if her nipples were stiff. Finally, William

reviewed the rules he had laid down for her earlier. She quickly agreed

to everything he wanted, and then William said, "Carrie and I are

leaving the room now, you and Char talk as long as you want. We'll see

you tomorrow at nine."

I picked up the phone's handset and told Helen we were alone. Her first

words were that she loved me. Then she said, "Char, he's scaring me, I

know I promised you I would do this his way, but I don't know if I can

be his slave the way he expects. What's he going to do to me? Will I

have to have sex with him and Carrie?"

"His name is William," I said. "He's pushing you, Helen, he wants you to

take small steps outside of your comfort zone. But most of all, William

wants me to be happy, and he knows you make me happy. You have to

believe me, he would never do anything to harm you." I paused, then

asked, "Do you want to have sex with him, Helen?"

Helen was silent for a long time, then she said, "I honestly don't know.

All I'm sure of is that I want to be with you. I need to see you and

hold you again, and feel your body pressed against mine." After a

moment, she asked, "What do you want me to do, Char?"

I said, "You'll be naked a lot of the time, we all will. William will

tease you some, he'll caress your beautiful breasts and your cute little

ass, probably your pussy too. But he won't fuck you, unless he knows you

want him to." I paused, then I said, "Helen, I think you should offer

yourself to him. Ask him to fuck you, when you feel the time is right.

Tell him you want to participate in our lovemaking. If you want to

understand me, and see what William, Carrie, and I are about, you should

open yourself to all of us. You've already fucked Carrie, you know she's

a much better sex partner than I am. Trust me, William is a sexy,

considerate, powerful lover."

Silence from Helen. Finally she said, "Ok, Char, I'll do it, for you."

Then she added, "I don't think Carrie's better than you. You're

wonderful, in bed and every other way."

We talked for a long time, about two hours, I think. It was mostly about

our feelings for one another, but we also shared our Christmas

experiences. Helen seemed uncomfortable when I told her about my ring,

but I explained that it was only a symbol of the existing relationship I

had with William and Carrie, and I did my best to reassure her that

there was plenty of room for her in my life. We didn't want to stop

talking, but it was getting late, so finally we said our goodbyes and

hung up.

I found William and Carrie in bed, fucking. "Is there room for me in

there?" I asked.

"There will always be room for you, wherever we are," Carrie said. I

quickly stripped, then jumped onto the bed and into the action.

Later, we cuddled, cooling down from the great sex we always had. "How's

Helen?" William asked.

"Afraid," I said. "But she's going to ask you to fuck her. I told her I

wanted her to ask you, and she said she would."

"And how do you feel about that?" Carrie asked me.

"I love her, and I love both of you," I said. "When we're all together,

I think there shouldn't be any barriers between us." Looking at Carrie,

I said, "So, I feel pretty good about it, but I'm not sure how Helen

feels about it. We'll just have to wait and see, I guess." Turning to

William, I said, "I know I don't need to ask you this, but I have to

anyway... Please be careful. Don't hurt her, and don't scare her away.

She's important to me."

He kissed me. "I know she's important to you. And you're important to

me, to both of us. Trust me, it's going to be Ok."

Long after William and Carrie were both asleep, I lay still and wide

awake, thinking of Helen. Eventually I drifted off to sleep, and the

next thing I knew Carrie was kissing me awake. "Rise and shine,

Sweetie," she said, "it's time to go get your woman."

"I'm looking at a lot of woman right now, can I stick my tongue in your

pussy?" I asked sleepily.

"No time," Carrie said. "Get your cute little ass out of bed, William's

already showered, and he's fixing breakfast. We can exchange quick licks

in the shower, but you need to save your power licks for Helen." I

couldn't help laughing as I followed Carrie into the bathroom.

We were about ten minutes late getting to Helen's apartment. William

drove the SUV, since he was the only one of us with a valid driver's

license. He was very careful not to break any traffic rules. We didn't

want any police attention, because both William and Carrie were carrying

a concealed weapon. Carrie's pistol was in her handbag. It looked really

strange to see her carrying a purse, the only other time I had seen it

was when she was playing O in our little drama.

I knocked on Helen's door, and she opened it immediately. God, she was

beautiful. Her long, straight, black hair was pulled back in a ponytail.

She wore just the right amount of makeup. She had on a filmy white

blouse, unbuttoned almost to the middle of her breasts. The blouse was

just a little too tight on her, and her rock-hard nipples pressed into

the material. When I could tear my eyes away from her breasts, I saw a

really cute gray skirt that ended just a little above mid-thigh, a

gorgeous pair of tanned legs, and a cute pair of three-inch heels.

Helen gave me a quick peck on my lips, then took a step back and swept

her arm open in a welcome gesture. "Welcome all, please come in," she

said with a smile. Once we were inside and the door was closed, Helen

kissed us each in turn, first me, then William, then Carrie. Then she

asked us if we wanted anything to eat or drink.

Helen had a pot of coffee ready, so we sat in her living room and sipped

coffee for a few minutes. It got quiet, so William asked Helen if she

was ready to start her weekend. "I'm really, really scared, William, but

I'm determined to go through with it. So Yes, I'm ready."

"There's nothing wrong with being afraid, Helen," William said. "It's

only a problem if it prevents you from doing what you want to do or need

to do." He took a sip of coffee, then said, "Shall we go to the bedroom,

and inspect the clothes you want to bring with you?"

Helen stood up so fast the her coffee cup rattled on the saucer. "Relax,

Helen," William said. She looked at him and asked if she was his slave

now, or if she would become his slave when we got back to our house. He

smiled. "We have a few more things to settle here, but you're my slave

now. Is that a problem?"

"No, Sir, I just wanted to make sure I understood my position," she

said. "May I take you to the bedroom?" She put out her hand, William

took her hand in his, and she led him to her bedroom, Carrie and I

following behind. Carrie took my hand in hers and squeezed. "She's

adorable, she's going to be just fine," she whispered. I nodded my

agreement.

Helen had laid everything out on her bed in a neat row. At one end, she

had two pairs of regular cotton panties, and two pairs of thong panties.

Helen said, "William, I know you specified two pairs of panties, but I

wasn't sure which style you would prefer."

"One of each, I think," William said. Then he looked at Helen. "Are you

wearing panties now?" he asked her.

"Oh, no, Sir, you told me not to," she said. "Would you like to see?"

William smiled. "That's not necessary, I believe you. But thank you for

offering," he said. He continued down the row of Helen's clothes. Next

was a pair of jeans, a sweater, two pairs of cotton socks, and a pair of

walking shoes. We had decided to take Helen up the picnic hill, with

Carrie in her pony gear, if the weather permitted.

The next item was Helen's black dress, the one that matched Carrie's and

mine, and a pair of heels to match the dress. There was also a silver

choker necklace on the bed next to the dress. William picked it up and

looked at Helen. "I know you specified no jewelry, William, but it

nearly matches Carrie's steel collar and Char's gold choker, and I

thought it wouldn't hurt to ask."

William looked at the choker for a moment, then opened the clasp. "Come

here," he said, and Helen took a step closer to him. He slipped the

choker around her neck and clicked it closed. "You're collared for the

weekend," he said. Helen's face turned bright red, and she asked if she

could kiss him. "Of course," he said with a big smile. She reached up

and put her arms around his neck, then gave him a long, hard kiss. When

she finally pulled away, she was embarrassed at what she had done, she

stood with her head down and her face still red.

"Look, Helen," Carrie said. She had pulled down the collar of her

sweater, exposing her steel slave collar. I did the same, showing her my

gold choker. "Welcome, Sister," Carrie said. Helen smiled, and said she

was happy to be with us.

The only remaining clothing was several pieces of lingerie. "You didn't

say anything about this, William, I wasn't sure if Char and Carrie ever

wore lingerie."

"Not as often as we'd like," Carrie said. "Hold it up, let's see what it

looks like." Helen had several items she said were her favorites. She

draped a baby doll top over her clothes, then showed us a chemise and a

sheer floor-length nightgown. "It's all adorable," Carrie said. "Please

William, let her bring it all. We'll put on a bedroom fashion show for

you tonight." Being outnumbered, William shrugged and said Ok.

The final items on the bed were two packages in Christmas wrapping.

"They're for you, you can open them now if you want," Helen said.

William grinned. "I think we have an unopened present for someone under

our tree at home," he said. "Let's take them with us, and put them under

the tree until tonight."

While Helen was packing her bag, William asked her what she wanted as

her safe word. She asked him to explain what a safe word was, and he

did. "Why can't I just say 'Stop!' or 'Ow, that hurts,' why do I need a

safe word?" she asked.

He grinned at her, and said, "Because, without a safe word, you'll never

experience how it feels to say 'Stop' or 'Ow, that hurts,' knowing that

it won't make the slightest difference to me. But if you use your safe

word, I'll stop immediately, whatever I'm doing." After a pause, he

looked at Helen with a stern expression and continued, "Of course, if

you use the safe word when you don't really need to, it'll turn the

whole thing into a joke, and then why bother at all?"

"Char and I have never had a safe word, and have never needed one with

William," Carrie said. "Because you're new at this, you need a way to

escape if you should ever panic. We trust William with our lives and

well-being, and you can trust him too. Keep your head, and you won't

need to use your safe word."

Helen nodded her head and said that she understood. "Can I use 'orange'

for my safe word?" she asked. William said that was a good one, and he

wouldn't forget it.

William said it was time to go, and told Helen to get her coat.

Nervously, Helen said, "May I please say something first, William?" He

nodded, and she walked up to him and looked into his eyes. "I'm doing

this mostly because I want to be with Char, but I also want to find out

how the three of you live. While I'm with you, I want to participate as

fully as I can in your lives. So, what I'm saying, ... I want to have

sex with all of you. If that's Ok, I mean."

Taking Helen's hands in his, William said, "Helen, you and Char and

Carrie will be sisters for the weekend. It is up to each of you, whether

and when you are sexually active with your sisters. But it's not the

same with me. If you tell me you are willing to have sex with me, you're

opening a door that you can't close again. You're giving me the right to

fuck you any way, anywhere, and any time I wish, and you lose the right

of refusal. Do you understand that, and is that what you want to do?"

Helen looked down at the floor. Looking back at William, all she could

say was "Oh, my." Finally, panic on her face, she looked over at me.

"Help me, Char, what should I do?" she asked.

I swallowed hard. "Say yes," I told her.

She continued looking at me. I nodded and smiled at her. She looked back

into William's eyes, and a moment later said, "Yes, Sir, that's what I

want."

"Very good, get your coat," William said, picking up Helen's bag. I

grabbed the two Christmas presents off the bed, and we went out to the

truck. While he was putting the bag and presents in the rear, William

said, "Char and Helen will ride in the back seat." We all got in, and

William began the long drive home.

After we had driven several blocks, in the wrong direction, Carrie

turned around in her seat and handed Helen a blindfold and a pair of ear

plugs. "Helen, Dear," she said, "we've told you why we're very concerned

about our security. We need you to put these on until we get to the

house." Helen looked at me, and I asked her to do it. While she was

putting on the blindfold, she grinned weakly and asked if this was a

kidnapping. "Umm, there's a thought," Carrie said, trying to be funny.

"Knock it off, Carrie, can't you see we're scaring her," I said. Carrie

apologized, and assured Helen that we would return her to her apartment

Sunday night, just as we had promised. After Helen put in the earplugs,

I had her lie down on the back seat with her head in my lap, then spread

a blanket over her to keep her legs warm. She lay quietly on her side

for about twenty minutes, then she rolled onto her back. Pushing the

blanket down to her waist, she unbuttoned her coat and blouse. "Aren't

you going to take advantage of me?" she asked. I pulled the blanket back

up to her chin, then slipped my hand under it and found her breasts. She

sighed and smiled up at me, and I gently caressed her under her blouse

for the rest of the trip home.

When we were about half the way home, Carrie swiveled around again in

the front seat. Smiling, she watched me caressing Helen's breasts under

the blanket. "I'm so glad you found her, she's a wonderful woman,"

Carrie said softly.

"You, found her, not me," I whispered. "Why did you let her go?"

She grinned. "I didn't let her go, it was you she wanted all along. It

just took her awhile to figure it out. I'm all flash, but you're the

real thing. She's looking for the real thing."

I looked into her eyes, and said, "Carrie, you're flash and the real

thing in one wonderful package. Every morning when I wake up, and see

your face and hear your voice, I'm enchanted all over again. Don't ever

let me hear you say that you're only flash." I caught William looking at

me in the rearview mirror. I could tell from the crinkly skin around his

eyes that he was smiling in agreement.

Carrie looked at me with as serious a look as I had ever seen on her

face. She said, "That's exactly how I feel about you, Charlene Collins,

so don't let me hear you saying any different." I didn't know what to

say, I told her I loved her.