"Searching for Miss Brown" 1/4 (MF ROM)


   A work of fiction, meant for adults.  Read something else if you are not
an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content.  Then again, if
all you're looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read
something else.  I welcome constructive comments.  Enjoy.

   This represents the third of the Tales of the Golden Mule.  The first
two Tales, The Beginning, and Miss Yellow were posted to a.s.s.m in
December.  They are available on the a.s.s.m web site, and on my web site.

   TGM - Searching for Miss Brown - Part 1

   I got home a few minutes later.  I went into the house and took a deep
breath; those roses were nice.  I looked around.  Weren't the cleaners
supposed to come this morning?  I headed upstairs to our bedroom.

   The bathroom door was partially open.  Two small suitcases were near the
bed, and some clothes were laid out for me.  "I'm home!" I hollered.

   Nancy's voice came from the bathroom.  "Get undressed; I'll be out in a
minute."

   I can do this, I thought with a leer.  I stripped naked and flopped back
on the bed, my knees at the edge and my feet on the floor.  "Okay, I'm
ready." Just being on top of that spread got me hard.

   The bathroom door flew open and she came out, wearing that fur coat and
nothing underneath.  She pounced on me on the bed, climbing on top of me,
her legs on my shoulders, taking my cock into her mouth and hands.  The
edges of the fur coat, and her perfumed crotch were in my face as she
sucked and stroked me with abandon.  I didn't last very long, holding on to
the fur coat covering her, and was soon pumping into her mouth.

   As I started raising my head to pay attention to the perfumed delight in
my face, she rolled off me.  I collapsed back on the bed again, dizzy and
panting.

   I felt her get off the bed, and a bit later heard her laughter from the
bathroom.  "Get dressed, sweetie, we need to get going so we can beat the
traffic."

   I pulled myself up.  Wow.  I staggered into the bathroom and sat on the
can.

   She came over and held my head to her stomach.  "Oh, was that a
surprise?"

   I laughed and held on.

   We got dressed and I put the bags in the Jeep.  I also grabbed the CD
writer and its software, the bulk tape eraser, and a spare Jaz disk just in
case.

   Nancy insisted on driving for a while; I didn't complain, I was still a
bit wiped out from my enthusiastic greeting.  She'd made us some lunch, and
that was in a cooler I put in the back seat.

   We headed out; I leaned my seat back and put on my sunglasses.  I sighed
and she started laughing again.

   "You are so funny," she said as she raked my thigh with her fingers.

   I opened my eyes and sat up.  "The freeway is that way," I pointed.

   She gave me a frown.  "I know.  We've got a stop to make first."

   After a bit we pulled into the parking lot for the doctor's office.  She
pulled a vial out of her pocket and showed it to me, smiling.  "I'll drop
off your sample.  Be right back."

   I laughed, holding my head in my hands.  When she got back in and we
headed for the freeway, I said, "So that's the reason for my greeting this
morning?"

   She gave me a smirk.  "That and I wanted to see how fast I could get you
to come."

   I sighed.  "Pretty fast, I'd say.  Should I return the favor?"

   She laughed again.  "No, I like the long, slow approach that you do so
well."

   I moved a hand between her legs and tickled her gently.  "Any time you
want.  I thought the cleaners were coming this morning?"

   She held my hand for a moment, then moved it to her thigh; I started
moving up to a breast, but she kept it at her thigh.  "I rescheduled them;
it made more sense for them to do your place this morning and ours this
afternoon when we're gone.  They're going to put any rose petals that have
dropped in a bag in the garage refrigerator, that's what your florist
suggested."

   They had?  Oh well.  She's one step ahead of me on that one.

   As we drove out of the valley I told her in general of the morning's
meetings, talking with Dale, seeing Josh.  I told her a little of my
meeting at the law firm.  She was glad I'd handled old silver hair the way
I did.  "Never trust anyone wearing tasseled shoes," she told me, and I
agreed.  How many pair did old John have?

   We talked about a lot as we drove.  I was worried about staying in
shape; she said she'd help with that.  It had been a while since she'd
ridden a bike, and there were some very nice bike paths by the beach house.
We talked about the upcoming Europe trip; she wanted to get me a better
pair of walking shoes, but other than that, I was all set.

   She had a folder for me to look at.  Inside were sketches of the house,
showing how different rooms would look with bookcases in them.  There were
rough sketches with dimensions, then finished sketches.

   "These look really good.  Who did them?" I asked.

   She smiled.  "I did."

   "I'm very impressed.  Are you going to do the woodwork as well?"

   She laughed.  "I don't think so.  You really like them?"

   "Yes, I do.  I'd want to make sure the computers fit in the desk, that's
the only thing.  We need to make sure we have access for all the wires, but
the flat screen displays are pretty easy to work with."

   She nodded.  "That won't be a problem.  Can you teach me how to use the
computer?"

   "Of course.  Can you teach me massage?"

   She smiled.  "If you're serious, Michelle is a very good instructor, and
I can help."

   "Might be a good career.  But when will the bookcases be done?"

   She gave me a quick glance.  "You mean that?"

   "That's what I said.  We've got books and no place to put them."

   She sighed and shook her head.  "I worked that stuff up a little less
than a year ago, including estimates from a local cabinet maker.  John
didn't think it was a good idea."

   "Piss on John.  It's a wonderful idea."

   I flipped through the rest of the folder and came to some estimates. 
"Yipe!  This stuff isn't cheap!"

   "Still want to do it?" she asked.

   "Yes.  But I want to make sure we have all the right cables run under
the floor for the confuser, phone, and such.  It would be nice to sort of
build in some of the boxes, like the printer and fax."

   She nodded.  "I can work on that.  You'll have to help me with details."

   "My pleasure."

   We ate lunch as we drove.  About one I took out my phone and called
Marshall's number; I wanted to see if he was still alive.

   "Mister Marshall's office," a sweet voice answered.

   "Is he in please?" I asked.

   "I'm sorry, he's still out at lunch.  May I take a message?"

   "Sure.  This is Bill Wilson calling."

   I heard laughter over the phone.  She told me the name partner I'd
talked with had taken him out to lunch.  Formal word had gone out that
Marshall was now in charge of my account.  I told her I was just checking
to see how he was doing; she told me he seemed to be doing very well.  I
told her I'd call later in the week.

   Nancy and I talked about the summer coming up, about traveling together,
and doing things together.

   As we got closer to the California - Nevada border, we both got quieter.
As we got to the long straight stretch of road leading along a ridge we
were both silent as we approached the site of the accident.

   I put a hand on her leg.  "Would you mind stopping?"

   She shook her head.  "No, I was thinking of it as well."

   It was only a few miles ahead, and we pulled off the road to the spot
Karen had pointed out to us.  There were still some chalk and spray paint
outlines showing where things had been.  You could tell where a car had
impacted one very large rock.  We stood there in the silence of mid
afternoon, arms around each other's waists.  After a bit Nancy turned and
headed back to the Jeep.

   Sometimes things just happen.  That's the theme for my life recently, I
thought.  I unzipped my pants and peed on the rock.  Solve two problems at
once, I thought.  Here are my thanks to you, old John.

   I zipped myself up again and turned to see Nancy standing, leaning on a
corner of the Jeep, and laughing softly.  I walked up to her and hugged her
close.

   "Mind if I drive?" I asked.

   "Not at all," she told me, handing me the keys.

   As we started to get in, a Highway Patrol car pulled up behind us, red
light on.

   After I said, "Shit!" softly, I did what my good friend Johnny who's
with the Menlo Park PD suggested.  I stood still, not moving, until the cop
got out.

   The officer got out and approached cautiously.  "You folks having any
trouble?" he asked.

   "No officer, thanks.  We just stopped for a moment."

   "Could I see some identification please, and registration?"

   I nodded.  "Sure.  My wallet is in my pocket, and the temporary
registration is taped to the front window of the Jeep."

   We gave him our driver's licenses.  He looked at them.  He told us, "You
shouldn't be stopping along here unless it's an emergency."

   I looked him in the eye.  "Officer, do you remember a fatal accident
here a week ago last Friday?  Two people in a Jag?"

   He nodded.

   "My wife and her husband were in that car."

   He looked at our licenses again.  "This is my beat; I was the first one
here after it was called in.  I'm sorry." He handed our licenses back.

   "That's okay officer.  All in all, I think things have worked out for
the best."

   He looked at me and said, "May I speak to you for a moment, Mister
Wilson?"

   "Sure," I said, and we walked back towards his patrol car.  Nancy got
back in the Jeep on the passenger's side.

   "Do you know how the accident occurred, or would you like to know?" he
asked me.

   "You mean the lipstick stains?" I asked.

   He nodded, with a tight smile.  Then he asked, "It's none of my
business, but we heard a story that your wife had you...  Took you..."

   "Got me fixed?  That's right.  She took me in for a vasectomy that
morning, and after she dropped me off at our house, she met dear old John
and they headed for Tahoe.  I don't think she loved me anymore."

   He shook his head and extended a hand.  "Please drive safely."

   "Thank you, officer, I always try to.  And thank you for keeping those
details quiet.  Quite a few people appreciate it very much." I shook his
hand and walked back to the Jeep.

   I got in and started back on the road.  Nancy asked, "What did he want?"

   "He was the first cop on scene." I sighed.  I'd told her I wouldn't hold
things back.  "How do you think the accident happened?"

   She made a face and shrugged her shoulders.  "I figured she went down on
him while he was driving.  He was always asking me to do that, and I kept
telling him he was crazy and saying no."

   I nodded my head, and waved to the cop as he passed us.  "You figured
right.  There were some sordid details that never made it into the police
reports, thanks to Karen and our officer friend."

   She nodded again.  "That would have been a mess in the papers."

   "So where are we going?  You're navigating now," I said, changing the
subject.  We had an Internet-generated map showing us where the place
supposedly was.

   "Okay.  Let me find things.  That bastard never took me to Tahoe.  Do
you ski?"

   I shook my head.  "Always wanted to try, but we never had the time. 
It's going to be winter in New Zealand pretty soon; I hear they have good
skiing down there."

   She laughed.  "That's okay; we can wait.  We may have a nice place in
Tahoe to use."

   We pulled up to the complex a little before two in the afternoon.  I
parked in a "guest" spot, and we found our unit.

   From the outside, it was a good looking place, almost more of a duplex,
overlooking some of the ski areas.  "During the winter, you could probably
ski right to the lifts or whatever they're called," I said, holding Nancy
to me.

   She pointed off to one side.  "I think that's where one of the lift
lines starts."

   We walked around to the door and went in.  It was a nice two story
place, well lived in.  The Sunnyvale place, in comparison, was one that was
visited occasionally.  When we went into the kitchen, we saw a couple news
stories posted on the refrigerator.  One was the report of the accident and
John's death.  The second was a follow up from Monday giving Janet's name
as his passenger, and saying they'd both been used as organ donors,
detailing where the various parts had gone.  I smiled a little as I read
that part; they'd helped people.

   "Well, Gail knows he's dead, and probably has figured out he was fooling
around.  But it looks like she's living here," I told Nancy.

   Downstairs had the prototypical office, with the same futon, desk,
computer, and fax.  There were also a couple bookcases, filled with books
and papers.  It looked as if someone was running a business.

   I reached behind the desk for the latch and opened up the hidden
compartment.  There were a bunch of disks and videotapes, and the usual
envelope with cash.  I plugged in the bulk eraser and wiped those with
"Janet" and "Chris" on them.  If we met Gail, I'd leave the choice to her
on the ones with her name.

   Nancy was upstairs.  The master bedroom upstairs had a great view of
Tahoe.  It also had a bed with an off-white plush spread.  A woman's
clothes were scattered fairly neatly about the room.  The bathroom was
pretty obviously used primarily by a woman.

   We held each other in the bedroom.  "What now?" Nancy asked.

   I'd thought about making love, but seeing how occupied the place looked,
I didn't feel comfortable with that.

   I had an idea.  "I want to check out a shop.  We talked about seat
covers, maybe they have some, and maybe we can learn a little more about
the bedding we have.  Then I think we come back here and wait."

   She nodded.  "Okay," she said softly.

   We drove over to a shopping area nearby and found the place our bedding
had been ordered from.

   We went in and started looking around.  They also had seat covers, rugs,
a lot of stuff.

   A good looking woman in her late thirties or early forties came over to
us.  She had long brown hair and sparkling green eyes.  "Hi, can I help you
with anything?" She gave me a smile, but as she looked at Nancy, a
questioning look flashed over her face.

   I told her I was looking for seat covers for a new Jeep Grand Cherokee.
She took us over to the seat cover section and asked me if I wanted cheap,
simple, or good.

   I laughed and asked her what the difference was.  She told me she had
cheap ones that would probably last a year or two.  She had better ones
that were simple to put on, and would last longer.  The good ones would
last the life of the car, but were a pain in the ass and had to be
installed professionally.

   We laughed; I told her nothing had been simple so far, why start now? 
We talked prices and colors.  Nancy helped me select a set that would look
good.  As we started walking away from that area Nancy pointed to a sign
for the mattress we'd just gotten.

   Our sales gal said, "Hon, let me tell you about these.  They are the
greatest thing since power steering." I laughed and Nancy actually blushed
a bit.  We were told in glowing terms about how the foam molded to your
body to support you without cutting off circulation, how well people
reported sleeping on them.  We nodded; I certainly agreed about the
sleeping well part.  She invited us to take off our shoes and try it; Nancy
quickly did.  I looked around and then asked if there was a bathroom I
could use.  She pointed off to one corner.

   I went back to use the can.  Some things can't wait; some things take
time.  When I returned, Nancy was sitting at a desk with the gal, looking
through a binder of stuff.  As I approached, the binder closed.  Nancy gave
me a grin with a little flare in it.  What had she been looking at?

   "Well?  Find something interesting?" I asked in a suspicious voice.

   "Possibly," Nancy answered.  Her tits gave her away; her nipples were
tight.

   "So what would you like today?" the sales gal said.

   "Can I get the seat covers installed tomorrow?"

   She smiled.  "We can set you up for first thing in the morning." She
took out an order sheet and started filling it in.  I gave her my name, and
just then another gal walked by.

   She put a hand on our sales gal's shoulder and said, "Gail, I'm going on
my break."

   I was glad I was sitting down.  Gail didn't look up, saying, "Okay hon.
Can you call Jeff and ask him to call me before he leaves?" The other gal
said yes, and left.

   Gail asked me for an address and I gave her the old townhouse; I figured
that was safe.  She asked where we were staying.  Nancy told her we weren't
sure yet.

   What the hell, I still wanted the seat covers.  I gave her my credit
card and she ran the order through.  We stood up.  She seemed to be a great
gal.  Is this our Gail?  She seemed too nice to get tangled up with old
John.  But then again, Nancy was wonderful, and Christine, what little we'd
spoken to her, also seemed quite bright and good natured.  So was Janet --
at least until the last few months.

   I'd faded out.  Gail was talking to Nancy, telling her they could go
over more things tomorrow morning while I was watching the seat covers go
in; she had things she thought would interest her.

   I shook Gail's hand; it was warm and her handshake firm.  We left the
store and walked down the mall a bit.  I plopped on a bench a few stores
down, Nancy sat next to me.

   "Is that her?" she said incredulously.

   "Boy, it sure as hell fits; sure answers a lot of questions."

   "But she was..." Nancy started, then paused.

   "Nice?" I finished for her.  "Yeah, I agree.  How did she get tangled up
with a character like John?"

   I regretted saying that as soon as the words left my mouth.  I turned to
Nancy and held her gently.  "I'm sorry darling, I really am."

   She fought back a sob and whispered, "I know.  I don't know sometimes
how it happened either."

   We held each other for a while.  Then she straightened up and said,
"What now?  Go find a place to stay?"

   I set my jaw.  "No.  I want to get some orange juice, tequila, and
grenadine, and go back and wait.  When we first went in, did you notice the
funny look she gave you?  I want to know."

   Nancy patted my hand.  "If that's what you want."

   I looked at her.  "No, it's not just what I want.  What do you want?"

   She looked a little startled, then sat for a moment in silence.  Then
she said, "You're right.  I want to know more as well.  Let's go back."

   We got our booze, and picked up stuff for dinner for the three of us. 
We went back to the townhouse and parked in a guest spot around the corner
from it.  We went in and I fixed us drinks.

   We sat on the couch and watched the sun go down; it was a little after
five.

   After a while Nancy put a hand on my shoulder and asked, "What are you
thinking?"

   I sighed and put my glass down.  "Oh, what a tangled web we're in, how
people change so much, how we fool ourselves into not noticing."

   She had a firm look on her face.  "I noticed.  I'm glad I did.  It was
very painful for a while, but I'm certainly glad I met you."

   I held up her hand and kissed it.  "So am I; you're the best that's come
out of this mess."

   I fixed us another drink.  Nancy put together the salad and started the
sauce for the pasta.

   We were sitting again, about quarter to seven, when we heard a key in
the door.  We turned.

   Gail stepped in and saw us.  She sighed and gave us a resigned smile. 
"I thought you looked familiar," she said to Nancy.

   We stood up.  Nancy spoke first.  "Gail, I'm sorry.  I'm Nancy, I was
John's wife."

   I walked closer to her.  "And Janet was my wife."

   She sighed again.  "So he was up to his old tricks again.  I thought as
much." She sat her bag down.

   "Care for a tequila sunrise?" I asked her.

   She smiled again.  "Make it a strong one hon, thanks."

   I mixed her one and we moved to the dining room table.  She'd seen the
story in the paper about the crash.  She'd talked to some of her friends,
she knew people at the hospital, so she knew early on that he'd had a young
woman with him.

   She lived here most of the time, but would leave for a few days at a
time when he needed the place for "business." The way she said it, she knew
what kind of business it was.

   I told her of finding the address through his records and through the
fax machine.  We'd gone by the store out of curiosity; we both loved the
mattress, spread, and cushions.

   She laughed at that, as did Nancy.  I gave them both questioning looks.

   Gail sighed again.  "When you were in the bathroom I was showing Nancy a
catalog of some of the specialties I deal in.  Some of those cushions are
very special."

   She looked at Nancy, shaking her head again slowly.  "I thought you
looked familiar.  The only picture I've seen of you was a wedding photo."

   I frowned.  "Gail, if I can pry, how long did you know dear old John?"

   She sighed and started in on her tale.  First she said, "About nine
years," and then paused while that sank in.

   She'd first met him about nine years ago; he'd been up negotiating a
deal, and dropped in to the shop she was working in to get seat covers for
his car.  She was young and he was a flirt with a lot of money, and she
gladly entered into an affair with him, not knowing he was married.  At
that point she held up an empty glass for me.  I took it and refilled it.

   After another sip she continued.  She'd been such a silly girl, she told
us.  She fell in love with the bastard (her words).  It wasn't until she
told him she was in love, after a year and a half of seeing him, that he
told her he was married.

   At first she was shocked and confused.  Then she made her pact with the
devil.  She wanted him so much, if she could only have him when he was up
here, that would have to do.  She thought eventually she could win his
heart.

   About a year later his wife found out something, he never told her what,
but it was enough to lead to a divorce.  She thought after the divorce she
might have another chance at winning him.  He did spend a month with her,
and that had been grand, but then he went back to his old ways.

   She sighed and repeated that again, "His old ways." We could see the
tears forming in her eyes.  She told us of having someone watch the place
when he was using it alone, and how much she cried when she saw the
pictures of him with a blonde, and a voluptuous redhead.

   Nancy and I both said, "Redhead?" and then everyone burst into laugher.
We laughed until we cried.  What a lecherous old bastard!

   When we finally sat up and wiped our faces, Nancy said, "I've got dinner
ready to go, if that's okay."

   Gail took a deep breath and gave us a big smile.  "Hon, that's the best
offer I've had all day!"

   Nancy stood up and went into the kitchen.  Gail stood up and so did I.
She looked at me and said, "I need some fresh air.  Want to come with me?"
I nodded.

   We went out on the balcony and she closed the sliding glass door behind
us.

   She leaned against the wood railing and looked at me, smiling and
shaking her head.  "Bill, when I first saw you two, I thought she looked
familiar; but they way you acted together, I thought sure you were married,
newlyweds."

   I chuckled a little.  "We've known each other just a little over a week,
and it's been one hell of a ride."

   She looked more serious.  She sighed again before she continued.  "Bill,
Nancy is a real sweetheart.  I tried to kick John out a few times after he
got remarried, but I let him keep coming back.  Hell, the only reason I
knew he'd gotten married again was by hiring a private investigator to
check on him, then her.  So, how long was your wife involved?"

   I told her I wasn't sure when they'd met, but I knew when they'd first
made love.  She asked how, and I told her about his calendars.  She gave me
a very intent look.

   "I was sure he was doing something like that, but I could never catch
him at it.  I use that computer all the time, and know more about it than
he ever did, yet I couldn't find where he kept things."

   "I'll show you," I told her.  She smiled and we went back into the
house, into the office.

   "You might be surprised to learn," I told her, walking to the desk,
"that he had this same exact setup in three other places, down to the
futon, desk, computer, phone, and fax.  Old John was a creature of some
habit.  I found this entirely by accident."

   I reached around and hit the latch and slid the compartment open.  She
gasped.  I pulled out the disks, tapes, and envelope of cash.

   "I erased the disks and tapes for the other women; you can do what you
want with yours.  We've only looked at one clip of my ex-wife, no others.
I've been erasing the tapes everywhere I find them.  The calendar and such
are on this disk, in an encrypted partition; that's why it didn't show up
as a normal drive." I stuck it in the computer, then typed the keyboard
model number as the password and it mounted the partition.  "If you don't
mind, I'll delete his movies." I looked up at her.  She nodded her assent,
so I dragged those folders to the trash and emptied it.  I opened up his
"funny business" calendar and walked her through parts of it, including the
dates Nancy and I were to be served with divorce papers.

   She sat on the futon.  "What a bastard.  She was going to have you
served while they were up here?"

   I nodded.  "Yup, but they never made it.  Thanks to Nancy's attorney and
investigator, it never happened.  Her investigator was tailing them and
called in the crash.  They drove me up here; I was still recovering and
couldn't have driven to save my life."

   "Recovering?" she asked.

   I laughed.  "Yes, see this one labeled breakfast meeting?" I pointed to
the calendar.  "He met Janet outside the doctor's office where she'd taken
me to have a vasectomy.  She took me home afterwards, fed me pain pills,
and then took off with John."

   She sat back and shook her head in amazement.  "What a bastard!  He can
really bring that out in people."

   I turned to her.  "He didn't bring it out in Nancy.  I don't think he
brought it out in you."

   She smiled to me.  "No, but he tried."

   Nancy stuck her head in the room.  Gail looked up to her, reached over
with a hand.  Nancy extended hers and Gail squeezed it.  "John was a real
piece of work.  He had his charm, as you know, but he was selfish, self
centered, always had to be in control.  He couldn't let down his guard for
a moment; he expected everyone was out to screw him, just like he was
trying to do to everyone else.  He helped me buy the business, years ago,
and kept offering me advice on how to succeed by screwing the other guy.  I
didn't take his advice, and have always treated people fairly and honestly.
Maybe it's because of John I've done that, I don't know.  But I'm glad I
have; I've got a good business, and a lot of satisfied customers and
employees."

   Nancy smiled and put a hand on Gail's shoulder.  I stood up, as did
Gail, and the three of us hugged silently for a moment.

   "Dinner's almost ready," Nancy said quietly.

   I washed up then went out to help.  The table was set, with candles.  I
opened a bottle of white wine.  We sat down to a simple but nice meal.  We
talked more about the last week, me essentially inheriting everything,
still deciding what to do as we unraveled the puzzles left by dear old
John.

   After dinner, we were sitting around the living room again when Nancy
said, "Well, we'd better get going and find a place to stay."

   Gail said, "Nuts!  You stay here!  After all, you own the place."

   "I do?" I asked.

   She looked me straight in the eye and said, "Say that with more
conviction the next time."

   I was shocked; did I interpret that correctly?  She didn't give me time
to think, she went on.

   "John helped build this complex; he backed the deal and owns a good
chunk of the stock in the company.  I know it was held by the trust, so
it's yours now.  I can sleep in the guest room." She gave us a gleaming
smile.  "Besides, I know how nice those beds are.  I'm surprised you didn't
make use of it already."

   I blushed; I was still recovering from the "I do" remark.  Nancy said in
a strong voice, "We almost did, but we could tell someone lived here; it
didn't feel right."

   Gail smiled.  "Thank you hon, thank you a lot.  You're too good for that
old bastard; you need to hold on to the one you've caught." She nodded her
head towards me.

   I looked at Nancy; she gave me a feral grin.  "I intend to.  I want to
look through those catalogs some more."

   Gail laughed.  "Old John may have been a bastard, and a kinky bastard as
well, but he could spot a market.  Probably two thirds of my business is in
specialty items such as those spreads, cushions, furs, and some other
things.  Oh God -- did you find the fur coat?"

   Nancy smiled and nodded.  "Oh yes, it was in Sunnyvale -- he never
showed it to me.  It's beautiful."

   Gail looked me over, then turned back to Nancy.  "Well hang on to it,
hon.  It was made by a very kinky Swedish couple, and they aren't around
anymore.  It has some special features I should show you, as do the
cushions."

   I was hanging my head down, more to hide my embarrassment than anything
else.

   Gail said to me "Don't worry, hon, you'll love it, believe me."

   Nancy said, "He already does," with a laugh.

   I stood up, turning quickly away from them to hide a growing erection.
"I'll go bring up our things from the Jeep." I walked to the door to mild
laughter.

   I brought up the cooler first.  The ladies were nowhere to be seen.  I
made another trip and brought up our suitcases, carrying them upstairs to
the bedroom.

   As I entered, Gail was showing Nancy a fur coat similar to ours,
pointing out some fasteners along the inside, I put our suitcases down a
little noisier than needed.

   Gail turned to me.  "Isn't this the sexiest thing in the world?  Nancy
told me about your surprise this morning.  I bet I could do better."

   I wasn't sure I liked this.  I looked in the closet and saw another gas
rig, the two big bottles with the smaller third one.

   Gail glanced in the closet and said, "Now I understand the connection
better; it was about four years ago he brought this out.  The little bottle
was added about a year ago.  We still aren't sure where he got that idea. A
friend of mine is a nurse; she checked me out on it.  It sure is a
wonderful way to spend a long winter evening, I'll tell you!"

   I had to laugh; Nancy and Gail looked very at ease talking about this.
What the hell, might as well join in.

   "Nancy is going to show me how to run it; it's a ride she's never had."

   Gail got a definite gleam in her eye.  "Honey, that dirty bird never
used this on you?"

   Nancy shook her head no.  "But I used it on him, many times."

   Gail was shocked and sat down on the bed.  "You did?  He let you?  He'd
never let me do it to him.  I was even planning..."

   Nancy laughed.  "As I told you, originally I used it during his rehab --
he didn't do the exercises the other therapist prescribed, so he had a lot
of adhesions built up.  He was a little baby -- he couldn't take the pain,
so I used it to work through those problems.  Later on I'd use it when I
gave him a massage, especially during my period.  He seemed to enjoy it."

   Gail raised her eyebrows.  "Hon, I know I would.  That would be some
massage."

   I jumped in again.  "It is."

   Nancy gave me another grin and said, "You haven't had a real good one
yet."

   I laughed and sat down on the corner of the bed myself.  This was
getting pretty weird.

   Gail stood up.  "Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds for the evening,
I've gotten what I need from the bathroom.  Do you want me to wake you in
the morning?  I can get one of my people to come get your Jeep for the seat
covers."

   Nancy came over to me and put her arm around my shoulder and neck. 
"Please wake us.  I'll fix breakfast, and then we can go over with you."

   Gail nodded and smiled.  "Okay then, wake up is at 7:30, we need to be
out of here by quarter to nine.  Sleep well."

   Nancy took her arm off me and went over to Gail.  "Gail, thank you so
much," she said as she hugged her.

   Gail hugged her back.  "Nancy, I'm glad to meet you.  I don't know if
I'm sorry or glad it happened this way."

   "Neither am I," Nancy said.  I echoed that; "Neither am I."

   Gail left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving us alone. 
Nancy picked up the fur coat and hugged it to her, burying her face in the
collar.

   "Mmmm...  This is lovely.  Why don't you get ready for bed?"

   I opened my case and got out my bathroom things.  "What were you two
talking about, or do I want to know?"

   She laughed.  "Oh, I told her how John and I met.  The rest you'll find
out later, and I think you'll enjoy it.  We might even have a side trip to
make in Europe, to check out a supplier for Gail.  That could be fun."

   I shook my head and went into the bathroom.  I washed up, and was soon
joined by Nancy.  As she cleaned up she said, "Gail is quite a woman."

   I snorted a bit.  "One thing I've got to say about John, he knew how to
pick them."

   I started going into the bedroom, but Nancy stopped me.  "You have to
wait here until I call you." My cock, which had been at three-quarters
alert, now sprang to at least five-quarters.  I nodded, smiled, and sat
once again on the can.  Not too usefully, as my prong was pointing up at
the ceiling.  Nancy saw that and chuckled.  "I'll give you time to calm
down a little and pee, sweetie." She finished her nightly routine as I sat
there eyes closed, trying to droop enough to empty my bladder once more
before going to bed.  I had the feeling I wouldn't be going to sleep, at
least not yet.

   "Oh Bill..." her voice rang out in singsong tones.

   I turned off the bathroom light and stepped into the bedroom.  Through
the dim light from the window I saw her on the bed in that coat.  "Come
here, darling, so I can hold you," she said, extending her arms.  My skin
tingled.

   I crawled on to the bed, the soft plush of the spread enticing me more.
I lay down next to her and she turned slightly, the coat falling open as
she pulled me to her breast.  I was engulfed in her softness, her perfume,
and the softness of the coat.  She moved her legs, swinging one over me,
and I moaned as I felt fur being pressed against my belly and my cock.  She
held the back of my head to her and said softly, "It's okay darling; I've
got you." I got an arm under her and the coat, my other arm over her.  As I
held her gently to me, she leaned over on to me a little more.  She moved
her legs a little and my hips started moving on their own.

   She held me tighter with her legs, pulling my head in a little, making
me moan all the more.  "Relax darling, I'll take care of you." My hips
stilled and I drank her in, melting into her.

   Eventually she rolled me to my back.  I heard her say, "Let's see... 
Ah..." then she was on top of me.  I felt the fur brush against me as she
moved on top of me.  I gasped as I felt her take me deep inside, still
feeling fur around my balls, on my legs, along my belly.  I held her waist,
and she lifted my head, pressing me into the fur, moving me around as I
felt for the opening to get to her nipples again.  All the time she was
rocking and rocking, and I knew I couldn't hold back, it was way too late
for that.

   I moaned and started coming inside her; she squeezed my head into the
soft dense fur, then let up a bit and shook her shoulders.  The coat opened
enough for me to find a nipple, and I soon felt fingers at the back of my
head holding me to her again as she milked me with her hips.

   We separated sometime later and helped each other between the sheets.  I
was on my back and she curled up on my chest.  I put an arm around her and
we went to sleep.