Lolita still slept when I arose the next morning. I showered and shaved

and donned a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Then I proceeded down to the

kitchen for some coffee. Angie and Beth were already there, and it was

evident that I was heard coming down, because Beth, who held a mug of

coffee that she offered to me, met me.

"Thank you Beth." I said, and took a sip. "Mmmm...That's good coffee."

"Sissie...er...Angie showed me how you like it."

I looked over to Angie and winked. She beamed back at me. I sat at the

table.

"Would you like some eggs?" asked Beth.

"No, thanks. I really seldom have breakfast."

Beth looked at Angie, who nodded back.

Beth sat down, and the two sisters resumed eating their own breakfast.

"Beth," I said, "we have an appointment with my attorney this morning.

He's going to file the peace bond which will protect you from Joshua."

"Peace bond?" she asked, "Oh, yes...That's what the officer was talking

about yesterday." Then she gave me a worried look. "Aren't attorneys

expensive? I don't..."

I held up my hand. "This lawyer is an old friend. When I called him

yesterday, he said he would do this 'pro-bono'. That means he's not

going to charge anything."

"That's wonderful!" piped in Angie. She laid a hand on her sister's arm.

"I was going to pay for that, but now I don't have to."

"There'll probably be a filing fee to the court, but that should be

nominal."

"I'll take care of that." said Angie. "What time is the appointment for?"

"Ten-thirty." I said. "It shouldn't take long. After that, Beth and I

can have her first lesson on the computer."

"That's great!" said Beth, enthusiastically.

"Do you know what Lolita's schedule is for today?" I asked Angie.

"I think she's supposed to go in at noon." said Angie. "Is she OK?"

"She's resting up." I winked at her. Angie winked back, a knowing smile

on her face.

Beth said: "It's ten after nine. Shouldn't we be getting ready?"

"Good idea." I said, getting up and pouring myself another mug of

coffee, which I carried up the stairs.

I changed into some slacks and put a shirt on, open collar. The shoes I

chose for the day were my favorite penny loafers. I went back down to

the kitchen and toasted and buttered some bread, sprinkling a bit of

sugar and cinnamon on it. I placed the plate on a tray, and then drew a

Mug of coffee, and added cream and sugar to Lolita's taste. I poured a

tumblerful of orange juice, then ran out to the garden and picked a

rosebud, which I placed on the tray with the food.

I carried these back to the top suite where I must have wakened Lolita

with my approach, because she stretched, smiling dreamily at me.

"Okay, Lazy Bones" I ordered. "Time to wake up. Its nine thirty and I

got you something to eat."

Lolita scooted and sat up against the headboard. I placed the tray on

her lap.

Lolita looked at the contents of the tray, picked up the rosebud, and

sniffed it, then beamed at me.

"That's what I call service!" she said.

I leaned down and gave her a deep, probing kiss. "It's the least I can

do after the service I got last night." "If this is my reward," she

said, "you can expect more of the same."

"Such a deal!" I answered, deliberately licking my lips at her.

Lolita laughed softly, and then sipped at her juice.

"Beth, Angie and I have an appointment with George Carson. We'll be

leaving in a few minutes." I said. "Can I get you anything else?"

She beckoned to me, drew my chin to her, and we kissed again.

"We don't have enough time for what I want." she said, winking at me.

I drove with Beth and Angie to George Carson's practice. He greeted me

warmly.

"How you doing, Nick? Come in, come into my office."

I ushered the ladies into George's office.

"George, this is Angela, my associate, and this is her sister,

Elizabeth."

George took each of their hands in turn, and gently shook them. "It's a

pleasure. Please sit down."

He cleared his throat. "I've already started a work up of this, and ran

into a snag right away." he continued. "Jones County?" he asked, looking

at Beth.

"Yes, sir." replied Beth.

"There's no record at the court house of a marriage between you and

this...Joshua. Where is the marriage certificate?"

"Certificate?"

"When you were married, you must have signed some paperwork, with

witnesses and all. Do you remember?"

"No, sir," said Beth. "We just went into the church, and the preacher

married us, and that was it."

"Hmm..." mused George. "What church were you married in?"

"The Pure Apostolic Church of Christ."

"Ah...That explains it!" George said with a smile. "That's one of those

offshoot sects who don't believe in the state's involvement." He

continued: "So, it appears that, in the eyes of the state, you were

never married. Since this is so, no divorce is necessary." he beamed.

"You're free as a bird!"

"That's great!" I said. Angie and Beth hugged.

George then proceeded to take down Joshua's full name and Beth's maiden

name, and Joshua's address.

"I'll submit paperwork to have Joshua classed as a stalker, and he'll be

served papers warning him to stay away from you or risk being charged

with assault and harassment, not to mention contempt of court." That

ought to warn him off."

George continued: "It'll take a couple of days for the wheels to grind,

but you'll get copies of all the paperwork as soon as it's executed.

I'll get my paralegal on it right away."

Angie reached for her purse. "How much do we owe you, Mr. Carson?"

"This has been my pleasure," he smiled warmly, "No charge."

"Isn't there a filing fee, or something?" Asked Beth.

"My treat." said George.

"I don't know what to say." said Beth. "Thank you so much, Mr. Carson."

"Don't mention it." George looked at his watch. "Hmmm... I have a rich

client in the reception area." He smiled impishly. "He doesn't know it,

but he'll pay your fees."

We all laughed and stood. After warm handshakes all around, we made our

departure.

Back in the car, I said: "I need to stop by the bank and make a

deposit." I added: "Then we go to the computer store."

At A-1 computers I dickered with my dealer, and we agreed on a decent

machine, complete with multimedia peripherals, a scanner and a nice

printer. I also bought a couple of educational packages and some

tutorial software, as well as a decent word processing package.

Then we went to our favorite deli for lunch.

"Is that computer for me?" asked Beth, after we started eating.

"That computer is mine, and as such, I am responsible for its upkeep and

maintenance." I said, continuing: "But I'm going to let you use it on an

indefinite loan basis." "Gee, I hope I don't break it."

"Only if you use a hammer." I chuckled.

"Most everybody has problems with their computer at one time or

another." said Angie. "But as we learn, those problems will become

smaller and will happen less often."

"Angie's right," I said, "Think of it as learning how to walk." I

continued: "At first we fall quite a bit, but eventually we gain skill

and can walk very well. We'll have you running in no time."

After some good sandwiches and beers, we drove home and unpacked the new

computer. We set it up on a desk in the kitchen, (where we had been

thinking about putting one anyway) and I proceeded to install the

software I had purchased. Then Angie and I sat Beth down in front of the

new machine.

"Beth, put your hand on the mouse. Just rest it there, don't press

hard." Beth complied, and I continued. "See how when you move the mouse

across the pad, this little arrow moves across the screen?"

"Wow!" Beth was like a young child with a new toy.

"Now see these little pictures? They're called icons"

"Icons." Beth nodded.

"Now move the mouse so that the arrow touches this icon." I pointed to

one denoting a drawing program." Beth followed my finger with the

pointer.

"Now press and hold the left button on the mouse while you move it

across the pad." The icon moved obligingly across the screen." Beth

released the mouse to bring both hands to her mouth which gasped with

surprise.

"See?" I said. "You can move any of the icons anywhere on the

screen...Try it again...Good!"

Beth beamed at the computer.

Once more I pointed to the drawing program icon. "Put the pointer here

again." Beth obeyed. "Now, without moving the mouse, push the left

button twice - real fast."

We heard the hard drive ticking, and soon the drawing program filled the

screen.

"This is a drawing program, Beth." I said. "It'll be fun for you." I

proceeded to explain the basic tools and what she could do with them. "I

want you to play with this program for a while; it'll give you

confidence with the mouse, and you can draw some pictures. OK?"

"Yes, sir...er...Nick."

"Angie, you want to go downstairs so we can plan our strategy with that

proposal?"

"Yeah," she replied, "We need to get started on that." then to Beth:

"Sissie, we'll be downstairs. If you run into trouble, be sure and

holler."

Beth was rapt as a child on a new adventure. She didn't reply.

An hour or so later, as Angie and I were engrossed with blueprints and

specifications, we were startled by a clamor.

"Sissie! Look!" Beth was running down the stairs. She held a sheet of

paper. "See what I did? I even printed it!"

Beth handed me the paper. It was a crude drawing, as one done by a first

grader. Over a light blue background there stood a bright red heart,

flanked by two yellow flowers. Below the figures was a rough script:

"Thank you Sissie, Lolita, and Nick."

Then just as suddenly as she had appeared, she was back up the stairs.

Angie stood there, tears welling in her eyes. "I've never seen her so

excited...so happy."

She hugged me and whispered: "Thank you, Nick."

"Jeez!" I said, "People keep thanking me, they're going to give me a

swelled head."

"I dunno about a swelled head," Angie said reaching down and rubbing my

crotch, "but I wanna give you a little head."

"Now?" I asked.

"Yes..." she said simply, taking my hand and leading me to one of the

couches in the den.

Angie pulled my head down and gave me a deep, probing kiss. With her

free hand, she reached down and undid my belt and unbuttoned my

trousers, allowing them to fall to my ankles. Then, disengaging our

lips, she pushed my briefs down, and gently prodded me to sit and relax

on the couch.

My member had already reacted to the soul kiss, and was semi-erect.

Angie, now on her knees, looked at me, licking her lips provocatively.

"I'm gonna blow your mind...and something else." "But..." I stammered.

"Sshh..."

Angie cupped my scrotum and began by licking the underside of my penis.

Whatever flaccidness had remained on my shaft was replaced immediately

with that glorious rigidity which comes with libidinous lust. Angie's

tongue was both expert and persistent, as it sought out every square

millimeter of hairless scrotum, as the entirety of my groin was ignited

with that hungry longing...

I let my head relax on the back of the couch, and was lost in reverie

when I was brought back by Angie's first oral plunge around my penis,

as, while taking in my entire length, she breathed in and forced cool

air to titillate my wet skin.

I gasped at the sudden and wonderful chill. Then I moaned my pleasure:

"Mmmm...."

I've always had a problem being a passive participant in a situation

where both parties could be benefitting from each other's ministrations.

I gently pushed Angie's head from me and bade her to stand, so that I

may undo her jeans. She protested mildly at first, but allowed me to

bare the lower part of her body. Then I left the couch and lay, face up,

on the floor.

"Come here and sit on my face." I said.

Angie complied, and immediately went back to work on my member. I

reveled, taking in her musk aroma, which I found to be a true

aphrodysiac.

My tongue found her clitoris immediately, and I heard her gasp as I

began my expert lapping. She, in turn, repeated the breathing exercise,

which once again educed a moan of pleasure to come from deep within me.

I was taken aback when, for a few seconds she stopped and reached

between her legs, dipping her middle finger deeply into her vagina. Then

her hand once again left me to continue my licking undisturbed. But then

I felt that same wet finger probing my back door. I bore down, signaling

that I was ready to receive her, and her naturally-lubricated finger

entered me with ease. My mouth parted from Angie's labia so that my

tongue could explore her perineum and then her beautiful forbidden hole.

Sensing that I was straining to reach her anus, she moved a bit, giving

me comfortable access, and encouraging me to service her anus. Angie's

finger slowly, languidly rubbed my rectum as I did my best to stiffen my

tongue to ease its entry to her lovely rosebud. I could feel her

sphincter relax and was able to extend my tongue to its limit, as my

lips made a tight seal against her opening. Angie gave me that special

moan which told me of her intense pleasure. I dipped my own middle

finger into her vagina, and after a couple of seconds, located her

G-spot, which I began to gently massage. Angie reacted by speeding up

her oral plunges on my member, as well as the massaging of my prostate.

I maneuvered my hand so that, while my middle finger busied itself on

Angie's Grafenberg, my thumb could stimulate her clitoris. Her body

began to quake. At one point, her sphincter momentarily and tightly

clasped my tongue. The pressure in my own loins mounted at an

exponential rate, and soon I was lost in a sea of ecstasy, consumed by

my own animal instinct and urgency to release my semen. Angie thrust

against my hand as she gave a loud gasp, then a tense moan, and my hand

was soaked by her silky and musky female ejaculate. I let go my own

voluntary muscles, and let the spasms within me pump my own semen into

Angie's mouth. We relaxed on our sides, still in a sixty-nine position,

as I gently kept my tongue applied to every accessible inch of Angie's

crotch, and as Angie used her own tongue to lap up whatever drops of my

cum had escaped her mouth. Finally, we both sat up and kissed, sharing

the mingling essences we had drawn from one another.

I heard a sigh, but this time it didn't come from Angie. I looked around

to find Beth standing there, one hand pressed against her crotch, the

other on her cloth-covered breasts. Her face flushed when her eyes met

mine, and she raised both hands to cover her face. There was an

obviously wet spot on the crotch of her jeans, which made me wonder how

long she had been standing there.

"Um... I made some sandwiches...they're in the kitchen." Beth said,

finally, and then she turned and left the den.