*There is no firestorm without a spark, no ocean without a raindrop*

(Frontma comes through again, thank you)

(Yes, this tale is supposed to be somewhat humorous and outrageous too. While not always comedic, I'd like to think it is mostly a good-natured romp.)

THE FIRST GAME

The first soccer game of the season was against Braydon College in Maryland. They were a very exclusive private co-ed college but were large enough to have both a women's and men's team. Today was Christina's second match-up against Braydon. Last year they had beaten her and she was holding a grudge, or so the scuttlebutt said.

As the half-time break rolled around, the teams had managed a 1-1 tie. Three Braydon players in their black shirts and burgundy shorts crossed the field and were intercepted by Christina, in white and gold, on the sidelines. A brief discussion ensued, then Christina looked over her shoulder and up into the stands close to where I was sitting with Rio. Iona was at my dorm...taking care of things.

Faith came up the stands to me with a quizzical look and motioned me to come with her.

"What's up, Faith?" I asked, as I stood up and followed her to the field. Rio followed along.

"Some of the Braydon players wanted to see you," Faith explained. "Who do you know at Braydon?"

"Not a clue," I shrugged. "I'd never even heard of the place until I saw the team's schedule." As we walked up, several more FFU players had gathered around the Braydon trio.

"I am Kinu Yamada, Captain of the Braydon Women's Soccer team and Kappa Sigma President," the leader turned and greeted me. "You...look better in other attire."

"They field test this stuff to be the ultimate in female repellent," I grinned, referring to my school uniform. "Now, is there something I can do for you? I'm afraid I don't know who you are."

"Well, Braydon's Kappa Sigmas are in a contest with several other houses for that Spring Break weekend with you and I wanted to see what we were getting into," Kinu grinned.

"Weekend?" Christina and I said simultaneously. "I recall the original offer being one night and Brianna Kincaid of Colorado State being the one I was pledged to," I added.

"We decided to up the ante for the purpose of a contest," Kinu stated.

"What contest, Ms. Yamada?" Christina inquired with a guarded tone.

"The House with the best GPA and athletic record gets to send three sisters to share the weekend with Zane Braxton," Kinu explained.

"He agreed to this?" Christina questioned.

"He did not," I corrected. "Unless Briana releases me from my obligation, I can't do any of that stuff. She is the one I'm indebted to."

"She has done so for the sake of her sisterhood," Kinu informed me. "Are you still up for the challenge?"

"I'll do it for the sake of Lancaster's Kappa Sigma House, but I'll leave the final decision up to Christina, leader of our faction here at Freedom Fellowship," I declared.

Christina appeared to think it over a bit before finally nodding her head.

"FFU owes Tawny Flores and the rest of the local house a debt and if Zane is willing to pay it off for us, we'll support your contest and his decision – though it will take place at FFU's Spring Break location."

"I'll let everyone know," Kinu grinned before turning and crossing back to their side of the field.

"Christina, where is our Spring Break location?" I whispered to her.

"I haven't a clue, Zane. Christian school girls don't do Spring Break," she replied. "I'll come up with something." I wished her luck and headed up into the stands.

"Barely a B-cup, but did you catch the ass on that sweet slice of Asian cuisine?" Rio panted.

"I wouldn't know; those were the most intense brown eyes I've ever seen. That's a woman who knows what she wants and will cut a bloody swath to get it," I observed.

"So, you didn't notice her breast size?" Rio teased.

"I didn't say that – she's a 32 B, but she has large areoles and nipples as thick as my pinkie," I told her.

"How do you know that shit?" Rio gawked.

"Mom took me lingerie shopping when I was younger and I picked up on how the saleswomen did their jobs," I replied.

"Your Mom took you lingerie shopping? My Mom could barely tell me how to use a tampon," Rio griped.

"Mom told me that the only thing worse than buying a woman lingerie for her birthday was buying it in the wrong size," I related. "You buy those things on your birthday for your lady to look sexy in, for you to enjoy."

"Your Mom sounds pretty neat," Rio mused.

"Mom had a way of tricking you into thinking she was your friend, not your Mother, then she'd sneak this lesson in on you; like lingerie shopping, or not getting a pet you couldn't devote the time to," I told her. "She'd have loved you."

"Hardy – har – har," Rio snorted.

"Seriously, you're similar enough to have gotten along, but not so much that it would be creepy," I explained. "She didn't take crap from anyone; not my Dad, my Granddad, or even her old man. She'd never abandon a friend either."

"I'm not like that, Zane," Rio muttered sadly.

"If you've left someone, it was because they weren't your friend, Rio," I assured her.

"You are such an idiot," she grumbled, but she did put her hand in mine. "Let's fuck tonight."

"Nope; we promised Jill we wouldn't, and besides, next time I nail you I want you on all fours, with me pounding your cunt raw while yanking your head back with a big handful of your hair," I envisioned for us. "Would you like that?"

"Damn straight," Rio licked her lips.

"Well, tough, next time we get together I'm going to make long, passionate love to you," I grinned.

"I prefer option A," she prodded me.

"I know, but that's only because you've never had option B," I countered.

"Zane, sometimes a girl wants to be treated like a cheap slut," Rio instructed.

"Has someone ever spent a whole night devoted to nothing less than having sex with you?" I asked.

"Yes, of course," Rio grumbled. "I'm freaking Cleopatra. I've got guys lining up the block."

"Well, damn; I guess we are back to bending you over and slamming you like a cheap slut," I teased.

"I see I'm too much of a woman for you," she sneered with amusement.

"That's a challenge I'm willing to take up, Rio. If you think you can stand up to whatever I can think up for you, I'm willing to prove you wrong," I grinned.

"I'll make it fun; I'll bring Mercy and have her be a piece of furniture," Rio suggested.

"I still don't know how that happened," I said, in reference to Rio's relationship to Mercy.

"I'm not sure either," Rio confessed. "Maybe being such a pervert myself, I bring out perversions in those around me. Only Iona seems immune."

"Oh, it looks like Rhaine, Joy, Mercy, and I are going to have a round two," I remembered.

"Oh, I want part of that," Rio brightened up, "I am going to fuck Rhaine so hard she won't walk straight for a week. You let her off too easy last time."

"No," I shook my finger. "I'm not sure how this is going to play out so if you want Rhaine, you are going to have to seduce her all on your own."

"Crapola," Rio bitched. "I'll have to settle for corrupting Felicity first but I'll get Rhaine one day, mark my words."

Our attention was drawn back to the game when Opal scored our second goal of the day, propelling us to the lead. Apparently, the battle had become quite brutal while Rio and I had been talking. There was nothing like woman-on-woman combat to keep Rio's attention and for the rest of the second half we watched the game with interest.

In the end, FFU pulled it out 4-3, but that was only because both goalies put in heroic performances. No one charged the field after the final seconds slipped away because apparently they frown on that in the United States, but I still made my way down to congratulate my fellow students.

In the gentle press of bodies I came across Opal who spun on me, jumped into my arms and took my breath away with a kiss. Since this was not the norm for FFU student interaction, I did my best to look embarrassed while keeping Opal pressed up against me.

"Congrats on the win," I smiled.

"We get to keep you," Opal exulted. Huh? "Christina told us that if we lost, we had to give you to Braydon for the rest of the day and night, but we showed them, didn't we?"

"Yes...right, you sure did," I stuttered. A few more teammates stopped by and gave me a slap on the back...or butt...while I hung onto Opal, but I had to disentangle myself because I still wanted to have a word with Christina.

I hadn't traveled ten more feet when Kinu appeared before me.

"Sorry," she told me with a smile.

"Sorry, for losing?" I questioned. Her ponytail had become ragged during the game so I pushed some strands out of her face and hooked them behind her ear, which only made her smile broader.

"No. I'm sorry we won't have another chance at you until Regionals," she grinned lasciviously.

"There is something I don't get; you are a co-ed school. I'm the only guy on this campus, which explains some of my charm, but you look like you could have any guy on your campus you want, so what's up with this contest?" I inquired.

"I don't know," she chuckled, "but it could be that you fuck like a stallion and a girl feels like a million bucks when you are done. You know, something like that." She reached out and ran her fingers down my chest to the top of my pants. "One thing; get a fake ID because I know any girl who gets you is going to want to take you to a few clubs – you need to look 21."

"Yeah," Rio snorted, "because Zane doesn't have enough problems with the law already."

"Excuse me," Christina said right after that, putting her hand on Kinu's. "I believe any confusion concerning Zane has been rectified."

"For now," Kinu allowed, looking from my eyes to Christina's. "See you at Regionals."

Kinu turned and with a flip of her long ponytail made her way to the far side of the field.

"You wagered Zane!" Rio squawked to Christina, "After all the crap you give him?"

"We won so we don't have to worry about what Kinu would have made him do," the Queen answered.

"Shower up," I saluted Christina, "and congratulations on the win. I know you were looking forward to it."

"We look forward to winning every game," Christina grinned.

"So do I; maybe we can celebrate later at the Solarium," I suggested.

"We have to take the Braydon team out to a late lunch, then the post-game meeting with the Coach, but maybe later," Christina allowed. She turned and sauntered away and I was more than willing to watch that ass move beneath those shorts.

"She is so going to kill you when she finds out," Rio whispered in my ear.

"She'll forgive me, but it may take some time," I explained. "When she sided with me, she accepted a certain degree of ruthlessness on my part."

"You think you are being ruthless?" Rio sneered.

"When you have everything else in life, what you value most is trust, Rio," I stated. "Now let's go see how my room is getting along."

Dana Gorman was righteously pissed when she came storming up to my dorm 'room'. A dozen students rapidly made themselves scarce as word of her imminent arrival was made known.

"I don't know how you did this, Zane, but I'm putting a stop to this right now," she snapped.

"What? Everything I'm doing, I have permission for," I grinned, and I was pretty happy she didn't knock my teeth out of my head when she rounded on me.

"That's bullshit! You forged my signature on those entry permits," she snarled.

"Nope. You signed them, though it is most likely you thought you were signing something else at the time," I confessed.

"This isn't some kind of game," she countered. "All of this stuff is going back to wherever you bought it from."

"Hauling things away will be on your dime," I said. "You and the Chancellor did give me permission to fix my place up and that is what I've done. You will note that all my contractors are women, per school regulations."

"And all this furniture? When did we give permission to have all of this put in?" Gorman countered.

"You may not like it but I'm not doing anything illegal," I pointed out.

"It doesn't mean I can't tear it all down," she growled.

"Dana, you and the other facility promised me this space. Go ahead and tear it all down. I'll just find another way to do it," I promised.

"You are an insufferable little prick," she hissed.

"Yeah, I can be," I agreed, "but at least I haven't done all of this for my sole benefit. I made it for the whole freshman class." Dana looked around the room. "It is not like I need the whole floor for myself, after all."

"What have you done?" she grumbled.

"I've made a place for the freshman class to hang out. Since it is my dorm room, they are safe from upper classmen," I reminded her. Gorman glared at me, then went back to soaking up the surroundings.

"Wide-Screen TVs...drink dispensers...what is that?" Dana observed.

"Uhmmm...our hot tub," I grinned nervously.

"And that..." the coach continued.

"Those would be the showers and the sauna," I answered.

"Zane, have you lost your God-damn mind?" Dana seethed. "We are not going to let you keep any of that stuff."

"Well, it is 4:00 o'clock now and the installers are either finished or almost finished, so I guess you can try to find someone willing to take it down tomorrow but that's going to cost an arm and a leg," I mused. Dana rounded on me and stuck her finger in my face.

"Zane...I...grrrrrrrrr," she growled. "Aarrgghh!" she howled, then stormed off back downstairs. Iona came skulking up to my side.

"Did we pull it off?" she whispered.

"Yeah...yeah, I think we did," I responded. Cordelia and Paige came right up behind her.

"So, can we hook up the satellite dishes now?" Cordelia asked.

"I don't think she'll be back tonight so I'd appreciate it if you got it done before dark," I told her.

"One thousand channels coming up," Cordelia smirked, "and I have to say, this is going to be my second favorite place to hang out."

"I don't know, Cordelia," Paige said in a considerate tone, "what can help you deal better with a hard day of coding than a sauna and a V-8?"

"Was that all you are interested in?" Iona questioned. "I was curious why I found you crawling under the covers of Zane's bed." The albino Paige blushed furiously.

"The sensation is far superior when you do it naked, Paige," I stated with a gleam in my eye. "Feel free to come by sometime and try it out." Instead of responding, Paige stalked off to fix up the telecommunications gear. Cordelia snickered and followed after her.

"Where is Rio?" Iona wondered.

"She went hunting for Mercy, but she needs to get back in the next half hour if I'm going to make it back to Jill's by five," I informed her.

The plan had been one part deception and one part splitting of resources. We had let the powers that be know the move was being made Sunday when it was really happening today. With the first game of the season, we had campus security looking at the game and not at us. We had the proper forms for what we were accomplishing that baffled the few security types we had to deal with.

By the time Coach Gorman broke free from the team, it was essentially too late to stop us. Monday would bring what Monday would bring, but today we had our victory. Besides, we had the new door in place and that would make any operations by the administration against my digs much harder. My contractors informed me they would have everything up and running by 9:00 tonight.

Rio was the first to arrive but Christina and company arrived with the three Kappa Sigmas from Braydon – almost all of them expecting to see a single room. Christina was once more pissed with me and I knew that attitude would get worse before it got better.

"Christina, and ladies, please come with me to my room. I have an important situation to discuss," I pleaded. Catching sight of Brandi, I flagged her over. "Brandi, could you show our guests from Braydon around while I take care of a piece of personal business?"

"Kinu, Kappa Sigmas from Braydon, I'll be with you in a minute and apologize for the delay," I told them with a nod of the head before heading off to my room and activating the rooms 'cut off' switch. Rio and Iona came with me, along with Christina, Hope, Chastity, Heaven, and Faith.

"You told the Seniors that you were doing this on Sunday and I made plans for us to help you, Zane," Christina rounded on me.

"I apologize for the deception, but it was necessary to finding out something important; namely, who was spying on you," I informed everyone in the room but Rio. I hadn't even told Iona the whole truth.

"What was the purpose of this deception, Zane, this lie?" Christina questioned me harshly.

"Someone in this room betrayed Heaven's secret and a few other pieces of information that have been floating around a very small circle of people, things like me moving in today," I began. "Oh, and Iona doesn't know the secret, so Iona, I hope you understand that certain things are not for me to share with you, but I trust you enough to have you here with me now."

"So that's why you told Hope and I your little secret about today," Chastity stated coldly. "You were testing us. I'm not sure I like that." Hope looked even less pleased.

"Yes and no; I actually was only testing Hope. I already knew you weren't the one," I replied to Chastity. Again, Hope didn't seem all that happy.

"But I didn't get raided today so it wasn't either of you. For obvious reasons, Christina isn't spying on herself, and it would be a cold day in Hell before Heaven would betray Christina...so, Faith, you have been working with the Chancellor against us," I laid it out. Faith gasped fearfully.

"Faith has been with me since sophomore year," Christina defended her friend, "which is a sight longer than I've known you."

"Two things: it had to be someone who knew that secret, and only the people in this room, one police officer, and the Chancellor know. The cop didn't betray us and Rio didn't know until after the threat," I clarified.

"If you have another explanation of the facts, please let me know," I confronted Christina. "Face it, the Chancellor knew you would be a force at this University late in your freshmen year, so she chose someone to get close to you – to keep an eye on you so she could manipulate you when the time came."

Christina refused to believe me but I noted Heaven, Hope, and Chastity were all staring at Faith.

"It's not so," Faith declared.

"Oh, I guess you want to see all the logs of your communications with the Chancellor, then, eh, Faith?" I goaded her. "You weren't as careful as you thought."

"Oh, God," Faith whispered. "No..."

"Damn it, Faith," Christina rumbled, "that was the most obvious trick in the book. He had no other evidence against you. He fooled you. After all, he didn't even know it was you until late this morning." She placed a hand on Heaven's shoulder because Heaven was about to lose it.

"I'd thank you, Zane," Christina said in a suddenly weary voice, "but what I really want to do is punch your lights out."

"What do we do about Faith?" Chastity questioned.

"Nothing," I butted in.

"This doesn't involve you," Hope grumbled.

"I beg to differ," I said, "I like all of you and it pisses me off that you are suffering, but this isn't Faith's fault; it is the Chancellor's. If you dump on Faith, she will know we've discovered Faith's role. If we do nothing, we can now feed information to her, but only what we want her to know."

"Butt out, Zane," Heaven responded coldly.

"No. If you fight yesterday's battles, we get our asses kicked. There is no profit in it for us," I kept hammering away.

"She was our friend and she betrayed us," Chastity fired away. "You wouldn't understand."

"What? Oh, hell no!" I snapped. "I had to sit there and take her threats about Heaven with a smile on my face, and then I had to crack a joke about it when I knew she was capable of breaking Heaven's heart. Don't you dare tell me I am not invested in this fight. She comes after me, that's fine, but when she comes after my friend, she must pay."

"I may not have been with you for the past three years but don't you dare tell me I'm not invested in this fight; that's insulting," I growled.

"Zane is right," Christina declared decisively. "We will act normal the rest of the day and tonight, we five will decide what to do next. Yes, Faith, I'm including you. We were once friends, after all." That last bit stung Faith a bitter blow.

Christina took Heaven by the hand and led her out of my room with Faith trailing along. Hope regarded me with narrowed eyes and an icy anger.

"Hope," Chastity intervened, "he trusted you with the right answer. He trusted you with his plans."

"He had us set up Christina ... and Faith," Hope seethed back.

"And if he didn't? Would one of us have hunted Faith down, revealed the traitor? Hope," Chastity explained, "we couldn't do this – turn on one of our own – so we kind of left that burden on Zane, so I don't feel right hating him for trying to keep us safe, again."

Hope stormed out of the room. Chastity gave me a helpless shrug then followed.

"I'm stunned," muttered Iona once they were gone. "We had a traitor in our midst?"

"Zane's not a total idiot," Rio joked.

"I'm stunned too," I stated.

"By what?" Iona asked. "Didn't this go according to your plan, whatever that was?"

"No, I am stunned Rio kept her mouth shut the entire time," I grinned. Rio punched me in the arm. For me, that helped break the unbearable tension I was feeling right then.

"I see your point," Iona smiled shyly. "Ow," Iona peeped, as Rio punched her too.

There was still work to be done and Rio and I only had an hour to spare before heading back to Jill's. It was still wonderful to see freshmen take a look around and seeing 'their' space coming together. I even caught Kinu and company taking pictures of the place.

"This will look nice on your web page," Kinu told me.

"Web page?" I questioned, then pinned Iona in place with a glance. "Please, tell me about my web page."

"It has all your background information, plus tons of photographs and videos of you here on campus as well as you back at your house, or the Kappa Sigma House,"

"Yay me," I cheered sarcastically.

"There's this really nice one of you out in the woods," Kinu gave me a sly grin. "It was really...intriguing how you picked out each sister despite their masks. I can appreciate a man with an eye for detail."

"Thanks, but a little more privacy in my life wouldn't suck," I groaned.

"Cheer up, Zane," Kinu tipped my chin down close to her lips, "you have a fan club."

"I don't pursue women to create a fan base; I do it because women are the best thing in the world, bar none," I told her.

"That is why it is going to be such a pleasure owning you this spring," Kinu smiled. "Now, don't forget that ID." With that, she turned and walked away. Both of the women with her ran their hands across my stomach before following Kinu away.

"Zane, I don't like the sound of that," Iona mumbled. "They treat you like a piece of meat."

"It is his piece of meat they are interested in, those Sorority sluts," Rio snickered.

"Well, I wish I could go to Spring Break so I could look after you," Iona sighed.

"Of course, you and Rio are going with me," I looked amused. "Who else is going to protect me from doing something stupid?"

"Certainly not me," chirped Rio. "Doing-Stupid-Shit is my middle name."

"That explains so much about you," Iona quipped to Rio. "I don't think my parents will let me go anyway."

"Lie to them," Rio responded.

"No, tell them it is a learning experience and that about a dozen girls...and me...will be watching over you," I told her, "Your parents trust you and for good reason."

"Will I be able to spend some time with you while I'm there?" Iona asked me.

"Sure. Let me know what you want to do," I hugged her.

"I hope it is Florida," Iona smiled. "I want to go to Disney World again. It was so much fun the other three times my family went."

"For the love of God!" gasped Rio, "Tranquilize me first." I chuckled, Rio scowled, and we set off to do a little more work before the day was done.

BREAKING DOWN WALLS; MENDING FENCES

It was five minutes until 8:00 in the evening when the doorbell rang. Jill virtually catapulted herself from the chair she'd been fidgeting in and raced to answer it.

"Hunting time," Rio grinned with predatory glee, and I found myself praying that Felicity left wearing something more than a confused, yet dreamy, smile on her face.

Jill welcomed Mrs. Rochelle Wellington, the Mayor's wife, and Felicity Tolliver, fiancé to Rochelle's youngest son, into our house. Rio and I stood as they entered the room. Felicity had an open and friendly expression on her face while Rochelle was much more guarded and unsure.

"Hey ladies, thank you for coming by tonight," I greeted them.

"Mrs. Wellington, I've been making extra notes on last meetings discussions I'd like to go over with you," I said with my most disarming smile.

"Felicity, we've done this incredible renovation project at school – we students – and I'd like to show you all we've accomplished so you can...ya know...give us some pointers as to what to do next," Rio beamed with a frivolity that I found personally terrifying.

"Okay," Felicity grinned back at Rio. "Let's see what you have." I kind of felt sorry for Felicity; she wasn't taking Rio too seriously and had no idea of the carnivore that lurked just beneath the younger woman's exterior. Rochelle Wellington was far more cautious.

"Greetings, Zane. I am happy to help the newest member of my committee adjust," Rochelle told me.

I quickly cracked open my laptop and moved aside so that Rochelle could join me as I went over this and that from the last meeting.

"Felicity and Jill, why don't we go check out some of the rooms Jill's already done and see what we can come up with," Rio suggested. Jill seemed a little nervous so Felicity stepped in.

"I'd love to see what Ms. Braxton has done with her home. I always admired this old house, but Lance wanted something on the north side of town," Felicity sighed.

"I tried to make things very homey," Jill informed them. "I didn't have much to work with. My late husband and I didn't have many possessions."

"I think you did a fine job, Jill," Rio poured it on. "Zane considers this his home and looks forward to coming here on the weekends." That seemed to perk things up.

"But why are you here, Rio? Are you Zane's...girlfriend?" Felicity wondered.

"Oh, no," Rio laughed. "My family is in Arizona and Zane knows I'm alone here, so he and Jill have taken me under their wing and made me feel like a daughter...and a sister."

How Jill stopped herself from choking at the...exaggeration was putting it kindly...was beyond me. It did show me that Rio could be personable and manipulative if she so desired. The three women headed off to the dining room, leaving me with Rochelle.

"Why don't we move to the kitchen?" I suggested to her. "Working over the coffee table isn't good for our backs."

"Oh," she clearly studied me, "okay, if you think that's best." We moved to the bar in the kitchen and I behaved myself for all of five minutes. I started bringing up her ideas that had been somewhat ill-received and showed her what work I had done on them.

"I'm not sure how much of this matters," she sighed. "I don't think I have the votes."

"Don't give up. After all, I have the tie-breaking vote now," I reminded her.

"Oh...I hadn't considered you a voting member but I suppose you are right. I admit, I didn't see you hanging around all that long, being a young man and all," she explained.

"Why would I not want to stay? I had fun," I countered.

"I would imagine a young man would have better things to do than hang out with a bunch of old ladies," she said.

"If I find a bunch of old ladies, I'll let you know," I grinned. "Besides, I had some friends go over some of the suggestions you put forth and they created some 3-D images for you to present next Wednesday," I related, as I began opening the first program.

"Oh, my," Rochelle murmured. As she got the hang of things, she maneuvered through the presentations and rotated the pictures.

"Are you hot?" I inquired. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"That would be nice," she agreed. "Do you have tomato or orange juice?"

"We have that, and we have beer and Scotch too," I grinned.

"Oh, please," she moaned, "I could use a good Scotch. It has been a long week." While I prepared a double Scotch for her and a beer for myself, Rochelle took off her jacket and laid it on the bar. I handed her the glass when I returned.

"That's smooth," she commented after a sip. "I don't like this," she pointed to a feature on the screen. "How do I alter it?" I reached around her, pressing my body onto her side and back gently.

"Here you go, do this and this." I highlighted the keys she needed to use to get the desired effects. I could tell she was distracted, both physically and intellectually.

Rochelle hesitantly moved some features around for a few seconds so I chose to back off for a minute.

"I want to do this," she requested, "without changing..."

"Oh, okay. Let's try this," I answered, while wrapping her in my arms once more. This time I held the embrace longer, and when I withdrew, my hand rested on her far shoulder.

"This is really good work, Zane," Rochelle turned her head to complement me only to find my face a few inches away. She gulped and looked at me with a certain level of confliction.

"Really, it was this small group of girls at school who did the real work. Isn't that always the case, women doing all the real work so some guy can get the credit?" I teased her.

"Why...why did they do this for you?" she stammered.

"They go to our church, of course," I smiled. "What did you think I did, seduce them?"

"I...no, definitely not," Rochelle blushed, and turned back to the screen. "You are such a nice boy."

"I wouldn't go that far, Mrs. Wellington. I am afraid I'm begging forgiveness most Sunday mornings," I joked.

"Oh, come on now," she mused, "what do you have to talk to Jesus about?"

"Impure thoughts," I confessed.

"Well, you go to an all-girls school," she said. "I'm sure that gives you ample opportunity."

"What makes you think I'm not being tempted right now?" I suggested.

"Oh...I guess you could be," she replied quietly.

"I'm glad we got that out of the way," I sighed.

"What? Got what out of the way?" she asked.

"It's hard to tell a lady that she's attractive without it being taken the wrong way," I lied. I had every intention of her taking this the 'wrong' way. "It is that I've always found you very beautiful but was unsure how you would take it."

"I'm a married woman," she declared, but severely lacked conviction.

"Absolutely, and we both understand the limitations of our relationship because of that," I continued.

"Limitations?" she questioned.

"Well, I can do this," I kissed her on the neck below the ear, "and we both know that it is only something between friends."

"Aaahhh...good," she moaned. "I mean, it is good we understand our boundaries." I went back to kissing her neck, then went up to her ear. Rochelle remained patiently still under my passion for a long time. "I want to take another look at this diagram," she suddenly said.

She didn't pull away, though, instead, working away steadily on the keyboard while I let my lips play along her exposed flesh and my hands roamed her shoulders. She kept a steady patter of conversation going as I deviated farther and farther from her shoulders, around her back, to the sides of her breasts.

"Your top button," I whispered to her.

"Button..." she murmured. She looked to my eyes, then followed them down to her cleavage. I saw the mental struggle going on inside her, lust versus a loveless marriage. I imagine she convinced herself this was all harmless fun because her trembling hands undid not only the first button, but the second one as well.

"Beautiful," I complimented her quietly. "You are very beautiful, Rochelle." She didn't say anything but she sat up straighter and stuck out her chest with more confidence. My left hand edged around the side of her breast and took that orb into my hand and began massaging it, exciting her nipple through her satin blouse and silk bra.

My right hand followed a similar path, but at the base of the breast I roamed down along the fleshy roll of her stomach to her belt, rubbing along and kneading the pliant tissue. She was slightly embarrassed about it at first, but as it became clear I was enjoying it, even excited by the feel of her, she let her tension flee and her enjoyment expanded.

By the time Rio and the others returned, Rochelle was moaning against me and I had my left hand inside her right bra cup and was rolling her nipple along my palm. Her breathing was heavy, she'd ceased playing at the keyboard, and her eyes were closed. I kissed her on the cheek one more time.

"Damn it," I whispered angrily, "I don't want to let you go."

I did let her go, though. I removed my hands and stood up, giving Rochelle both room and cover as she straightened her shirt.

"Well, thank you, Zane," Rochelle told me as she rose. "You've given me several things to think over for next Wednesday's meeting. Felicity, are you ready to go? I'm sure we've used up enough of the Braxton's time for tonight."

"It has been our pleasure, Mrs. Mayor," Jill bubbled. "Anything we can do to help you or your family, please don't hesitate to ask."

"I'll see you at church, Felicity," Rio smiled. "I'll bring Barbie Lynn along as well." I knew of no sexual tie between Barbie and Felicity, but Barbie Lynn had grown up a lot since they'd last met.

Rochelle's face flickered with indecision but fastened onto a smile as she reached the door. For my part, I kept a steady, intense gaze on her. Rio managed to sneak a hug in on Felicity while Jill struggled to not be too embarrassed by the whole affair. As the door shut, Jill leaned against it with a sigh of relief.

"See, Aunt Jill," Rio grinned, "nobody died. We behaved ourselves."

"Of course you did," Jill recovered quickly. "I never doubted either of you for an instant."

"Thank you for that, Jill," Rio said with a straight face. I could tell Rio's bullshit factor was working overtime. Hypocrisy was one of her pet peeves.

"Okay, it is Saturday night and nearly 9:00 o'clock," I chimed in. "Time for the SFY movie of the week: Mega-Dinocroc vs Super-Python."

"My brain bleeds from just thinking about that title," Rio groaned. "I can't wait to see how bad this is."

"I'll go get some study-work for my Bible class tomorrow," Jill stated, before fleeing the room.

"I'm going to put on as little clothes as possible in hopes of making this evening actually mean something," Rio snickered, then followed Jill up the stairs.

"I'm going to put on some shorts for basically the same reason," I chased after Rio.

We all managed to get to our various rooms intact and Rio and I began stripping down. I was pulling up my shorts over my naked body when I caught Rio staring at me.

"Hey," I smiled at her warmly.

"Hey. Zane, why are we so comfortable around one another?" she asked quietly.

"I trust you, Rio. Do you trust me?" I asked. She regarded me speculatively.

"Ah, you are full of crap," she sneered. That was 'Rio-speak' for 'Yes'. She finished getting dressed, which was being liberal with the definition of the word. She had on string-tied pink and white striped panties and a medium blue crop top that barely covered her nipples.

"Oh, come on," I sighed, "are you trying to give Jill a coronary?"

"What? Is the top too much?" she giggled. "Should I go without it?"

"Nah, keep it," I nodded. "I want to roll the top up before I feast on those nipples."

"Hey, now," Rio said as she headed for the door, "who says you are getting any tonight?"

"I'm relying on my undeniable sexual magnetism to woo you over," as I followed her out the door and down the stairs. Jill wasn't down yet so I chased a squealing Rio over to the sofa and pinched her tight little ass. When I had her up against the back of the sofa, I wrapped my arms around her and pressed her hard from behind.

Rio fought against me, thrashing and giggling the entire time until I began kissing her shoulders and neck.

"Oh, you bastard," she moaned lustfully, as she rubbed my cock between her ass cheeks. "I swear, I'm going to get this before this weekend is gone, if I have to rape you on the damn church altar."

With that imagery, I was barely able to untangle myself from Rio before Jill caught us as she came downstairs. Jill settled into her chair and gave Rio a deeply suspicious glance. Rio countered by getting up, walking over to Jill, and surprising her with a deep hug.

"Thanks, Jill. I know the reason you are putting up with this is because you love Zane, but thanks anyway," Rio told her, face to face, only an inch apart.

"Rio...it is just...you...could be wearing more clothes," Jill stammered.

"But Jill, my body isn't as nice as yours, so if I'm going to torment Zane, I have to wear less," Rio pouted innocently. I was wondering if I could wedgy her to the ceiling fan.

"Zane...my body...less clothing," Jill continued to struggle. "Why are you tormenting Zane?"

"Well," she stood up from Jill, "he clearly thinks you are hot, so if I want to get his attention, I have to dress like this," Rio presented herself with a shimmy that brought the bottom of her shirt to the tip of her nipples.

"But I'm Zane's Aunt," Jill protested. "He can't think of me..."

"Jill, you are hotter than a lot of the girls fawning all over him on campus. I know he comes here to get away from it all, but I'm sure the way you dress just drives him nuts...of course he loves you too much to tell you," Rio kept piling on the bullshit.

"What do you mean?" Jill wondered.

"Rio, stop it," I ordered, "Jill, don't worry about it. Rio is being Rio."

"Zane, I'm only telling her that if she dressed more like the girls normally around you dress, you wouldn't be so...distracted by her normal bedroom attire," Rio grinned evilly at me.

"But you are in your underwear," Jill pointed out.

"Of course," Rio turned to her. "This is what Zane sees all the time so it is perfectly normal," Rio utterly and completely lied. It was perfectly normal for girls to dress like that in my bedroom, but they totally drove me nuts doing so. "They all wear t-shirts and panties, so I have to wear this teeny tiny top because your breasts are so much nicer."

Jill actually looked down and examined her breasts.

"There is nothing happening between Zane and I," Jill protested.

"Oh, no one thinks otherwise," Rio grinned. "Nothing would ever happen, though there is this obvious attraction between the both of you."

"Rio – sit – now," I snapped.

"Yes, Master," Rio chirped, turning to me and looking very contrite and even pathetic. She took baby steps over to the sofa and knelt beside me. Since Jill couldn't see her face, Rio beamed at me like the Devil herself.

"Jill, I apologize. Rio has an overly developed and perverse sense of humor," I sighed.

"I don't understand. What has she been talking about?" Jill was clearly baffled.

"Rio thinks you are very pretty and is a bit jealous, so she was yanking your chain," I replied.

"Please don't beat me, Master," Rio pleaded desperately. I glared fiery death at her.

"Zane, don't hit her," Jill gasped.

"Oh, I'm not going to hit her," I growled. "Slave, suck my toes," I commanded Rio as I reclined on the sofa. She gave me an 'Oh, hell no, you didn't say that' look. "Get to it," I sneered. If she wanted to play this game, I was more than happy to screw her with it.

"Yes, Master," she snipped. She waddled on her knees down to my feet and began to suck on my right big toe. It did occur to me that she might bite it off.

"Don't make her do that, Zane...it is degrading," Jill murmured.

"Oh! You could spank me instead," Rio exclaimed.

"Rio, I'm making up a very short list of people who know you are here with me," I threatened her. Rio was clearly not deterred.

"Jill, isn't spanking a great way to teach a lesson?" Rio asked Jill while teasing me.

"I guess so," Jill said hesitantly.

"Oh, Zane," Rio squealed, as she hurled herself across my lap, "be gentle." Jill was speechless.

"So, this is how you want to play this?" I whispered to Rio. She wiggled her rump in response. I looked to Jill for her to make some sort of protest but she was clearly lost. "Fine," I murmured. I reached around to Rio's rear panty line. I slowly pulled the far side over to her ass crack and tucked it in tightly.

"Ooohhh," Rio purred. I pulled the closer half into her butt as well, creating quite a tight fit and exposing both of her cheeks to my attention. I smacked the far cheek, Rio jolted slightly, then I switched to the near cheek. I went back and forth seven times before I could smell Rio's arousal from her sex.

"I think that will do for now," I announced. Rio began to slide off but I stopped her. "Jill, could you get some skin cream? I'm sure Rio's ass is pretty red hot." Jill looked us over. With Rio pinning me to the sofa there was little choice; she got up and headed for the bathroom.

"I love you so much," Rio purred quietly to me.

"Yes?" I queried.

"You are going to make Jill put lotion on my ass. I want to have your babies," Rio gushed from the mere suspicion of my intentions. "You are such a fucking pervertI love it." Jill's rapid return ended Rio's praise but didn't erase the smile from her face.

"Jill, could you please put the lotion on Rio?" I asked. "I'm afraid if I move my hands, she'll slide to the floor." Jill was definitely not warming up to the idea.

"Please, Jill," Rio pleaded, "Zane burned up my poor little bottom." I thought Rio was selling it too hard but what the hell did I know? I was only trying to watch my movie in peace.

Since I was stretched out on the sofa and Rio was on my lap, there was no place for Jill to position herself except for kneeling beside and somewhat behind Rio. Dutifully, she upturned the lotion over Rio's left cheek.

"Mmmm," Rio murmured. Jill began rubbing it in with her fingertips, resulting in Rio relaxing against me. This went on for five minutes before I had to call a stop to it because Rio began biting the sofa pillow in sexual frustration.

"Thank you, Jill," I told her gently, "that should be enough. Right, Rio?"

"Oh," she moaned, "don't make her stop."

"I think that is enough too," Jill gulped, stood, and left the room. I reached around Rio's backside and drove a finger into her soaked, panty-covered pussy, driving the fabric in deep.

"Keep at it, Zane," Rio moaned. "Jill's gotten me all worked up; now ram it home."

"Sorry, Babe," I taunted her as I drew my finger out, sucked off her juices, "I'm only interested in a test drive."

"Oh," she groaned, "you fucker. I'm so horny!" She rubbed my cock through my shorts. "Someone else is pretty horny too. Take me upstairs and fuck me. I promise I'll be quiet."

"Zane, Rio, I'm going to bed. Don't stay up; we have church tomorrow at 9:00," Jill called from the stairs.

"Good Night, Jill," Rio and I chimed in together. Jill went upstairs and Rio crawled up my body until we were face to face.

"Why are you fighting me on this?" Rio questioned intently.

"I can't tell you how important it is knowing you are at my side," I confided in her. "I don't want you just for sex; I want you, craziness and all, because you fill a void in my life that I thought would never heal."

"Zane, we have almost nothing in common. You are wealthy and I'm all but cut off by my family; people love you and hate me; you always have plans and I just want to get drunk," Rio protested. "Why are we together?"

"I don't know," I responded. "It feels right, me and you, and I tend to go with my gut on such things."

"Zane, I tend to destroy everything around me. There is no one waiting for me in Arizona. I chose to hang out with totally useless fuckers because I didn't want anyone close. Hell, I used and abused you on our first day, but you keep coming back for more," Rio pondered. "I figured by now I'd be back behind bars or tunneling under the school walls."

"Instead, I have these bimbos greeting me on campus like they know me or something. Where in the hell do they get off telling me to have a 'Blessed Day'? Since I've met you, my life's made no sense," Rio continued. "Damn it, I have girls looking out for me...Me! I'm the troublemaker; I'm supposed to be the one everyone is looking to avoid, not looking to help, and it's all your fault."

"You are my friend. I'd move mountains for you if I could. Don't ask me to tell you why, but I am, and that means I stand by you no matter what," I confessed. "And don't knock the whole Christian thing. The girls here...a good number of them anyway...believe in the tenents of Christianity, and that's not a bad thing."

"To put down someone for their actions is to put yourself in God's place of judgment, and that's the sin of hubris; that's not Christianity," I explained. "We each live by our own moral code and while you and I are a bit out there, no one can tell us we are wrong because they don't know. They make this morality shit up."

"Seriously, if Jesus had thought it was really important that homosexuality or pre-marital sex was wrong, all he had to do was turn to an Apostle and say so. What, ten words max? Homosexuality and pre-marital sex is wrong. Don't do it. Was that hard?" I pointed out. "Rio, I think by ignoring them, you've actually paid credence to their beliefs, whomever you are fighting."

"You don't need that crap, and if you ever are in a moral quandary, ask Iona. She'll know what to do," I finished up.

"Ms. Whitebread, telling me what to do? That's rich," Rio tried to sound snide but couldn't fight the grin crossing her lips...admitting she had one friend was tough – fessing up to having two was going to be nearly impossible for her tonight.

Rio crawled up my body until she rested her head beneath my chin and settled in. I cut the sound on my movie up but I'd already missed the clear, concise dialogue that explained how a 200 foot snake that was as fast as a bullet train could hide in a downtown metropolis. Of course, I would have been hiding like mad too, if an armor-plated monstrosity that bounced battleship shells off its back was looking to lunch down on me. I love SYFY.

"Zane, can I have your car keys?" Rio said ten minutes later.

"Sure. Why?" I asked.

"Because I'm going to go get Barbie Lynn so she can distract your ass and let me change the God-damn channel. This movie makes my brain hurt," Rio groaned.

"That's kind of the point. This is clearly mindless entertainment and its fun," I snickered. "Besides, next week we have the battle between Debbie Gibson and Tiffany."

"Who?"

"Exactly! I think they were before our time but I'm dying to find out what the appeal is," I laughed.

"I'm with Chastity – you are a nut," Rio declared emphatically.

"I'm your nut," I replied softly. Rio snuggled in on my chest and hugged me tight. We let the movie wind down into its typical format. You would think that National Guardsmen would wise up to the fact they all exist to fire uselessly, then get eaten.

I so want to see one of them get a clue and run at the first sight of the monster because the National Guard does so much for this country. It is a shame to see them reduced to monster candy. On the plus side, apparently you can get a snake to swallow a trainload of volatile chemicals, then get the Dino-croc to munch down on it so you can blow them both up.

Now if only they would recall in the past fifty movies that the creatures always have eggs the size of dump trucks stashed somewhere for the inevitable sequel. Seriously, am I the only one who watches these things? Anyway, we were uncoiling from the sofa and Rio was giving me this mysterious look when there was a knock at the door.

"Dude, it is 11:00 o'clock," Rio muttered. "Only bad news arrives this late."

"I'll go check it out," I shrugged. There wasn't much else I could do. I opened the door and there stood Christina, looking pretty depressed.

"Do you want to come in?" I asked.

"I know you have company," she replied. "Can we talk outside?" It wasn't too chilly but I wasn't wearing too much either.

"Of course," I walked onto the porch, leaving the door mostly closed behind me. "What's wrong?"

"I've worked things out with Faith and the other girls," Christina paced nervously. "We are all going to keep quiet about what you learned and see how we can turn this to our advantage." I didn't say anything because she hadn't come to tell me the news of what had been the obvious move on her part so I was left wondering what was going on – then I saw it.

I opened my arms to the side, palms forward, and waited. She saw the move and looked me over with obvious reluctance for what would come next. Finally, she stepped up to me and rested her forehead on my shoulder and let me encase her in my arms. It sucks to be alone, but it truly sucks being alone and being the one in charge even more.

"God, Zane, I fucked up. I could have ruined Heaven's life," she sighed. "The others trusted me and I let them down."

"You are not doing Heaven any favors by being paralyzed with doubt," I told her. "You had no idea who you were up against and even if you had, you would still have weighed what was best for Heaven against the risks and pretty much acted in the same manner."

"You don't understand Heaven," Christina said. "You don't understand her home life."

"Her home life is not my concern, Christina," I pointed out. "The Heaven here and now is my concern, though, and it is the concern of several more friends she's made since coming to this school – friends she wouldn't have if she stayed in a hole."

"What if I fuck up again?" she worried. "So many girls are depending on me to keep the Chancellor at bay."

"I fuck up all the time and I'm still here," I countered. "I know what you mean, though. Sometimes when these girls look at me like they expect me to have all the answers and I've got nothing, I want to run and hide."

"We don't have that luxury. We chose to stand up and now we must carry on in our struggle. I don't know about you, but I wasn't raised to quit," I related to her.

"I made a mistake, Zane. I don't make mistakes," she declared.

"I'm confused; have we lost?" I questioned her.

"No," she grumbled, "and that is not what I meant. I brought Faith in, I misread her, and we all suffered because of it. I was deceived."

"Well, someone should remind Christina Buchanan from time to time that she's human, and a pretty smart woman at that," I replied. "You don't have to win every battle, only the last one."

"That is what my grandfather said," she mumbled into my shoulder.

"He sounds like a clever guy," I said softly. "He should go far someday." Since he was one of the richest men in America, I was probably right.

"You can be a real jerk at times," she muttered, but I noted she wasn't moving.

"I have to agree with you," I said, as I got up on my tiptoes and kissed her on the top of the head. I leaned back and tilted her head to me with a finger under her chin. "Christina Buchanan, would you marry me?" No one said anything for a minute.

"Can I think about it?" she finally whispered.

"Of course," I assured her. "How could I be in love with you if I couldn't wait for you?"

"How can you love me when you don't even know me?" she asked.

"That's why it is love and not like," I answered. "There are times you really piss me off but there is never a moment I don't want to be with you."

"You don't like me?" Christina studied me.

"Right now I like you just fine, but you can be a real pain at times. See, I know what's right and you refuse to know your place," I responded.

"And what place is that?" she smiled.

"Above me, smiling down," I leaned in for a kiss.

"No," she shook her head.

"No?" I pleaded.

"We have a long way to go before I let you treat me like another one of your girls," Christina informed me.

"Okay," I agreed.

"No hard sell in my emotionally vulnerable state?" she mused.

"You are safe with me, Christina," I assured her.

"That's good to know, Zane. Now go inside before Rio blows a gasket," she smiled, slipped out of my arms, and walked toward her car. I still soaked up the marvel of her receding silhouette.

Rio was leaning against the wall just inside the hallway when I got back in.

"I don't get the two of you," she grinned.

"I love her," was my only response.

"That's good, because she's fucking nuts about you," Rio laughed. I couldn't decide whether she was kidding or not.

Later, we lay together in bed, Rio partially over me where she alternated between listening to my heartbeat and kissing my shoulder. She also had a hand between her legs and was doing some serious vaginal stimulation.

"Zane."

"Yes?" I replied.

"I had an abortion," she confided in me.

"Oh...okay," was all I could manage to come back with.

"'Oh.' Is that it?" she sounded a bit hurt.

"I figure there is more to the story than you had an abortion. So are you going to tell me what it is?" I inquired. She mulled that over for a few seconds.

"I did some really stupid shit, like getting shit-faced drunk at some parties with people I barely knew, and pretty much got used like a whore. I didn't really care, and eventually I got knocked up," she told me.

"My parents, the big Pro-Lifers that they were, smuggled me out of state to a private clinic and aborted the kid. They never asked my opinion on the matter but I imagine that having a pregnant daughter who couldn't even name the father wasn't on their agenda," she recited bitterly. I wrapped an arm around her, rolled over on her, and kissed her gently on the lips.

"I don't know what to say," I began. "I can't imagine what it was like to go through that."

"Huh," Rio snorted. "My parents slapped me with anti-depressants and an implant, my 'friends' told me it was for the best – not being teen Mom material and all – and I treated myself like a whore."

"Hell, I sucked and fucked the entire lawn crew once; I fucked my little brother's friends; and I became known as the girl who would ride bareback at my school. It is a miracle I didn't contract herpes or AIDS," she recited sadly. "I think I hated just about everybody."

"You know that none of that matters to me; right?" I asked. "You are still that woman I woke up next to on day one."

"To the bitter end," she recited.

"To the bitter end," I affirmed, my promise to stand by her no matter what.

"Why couldn't you be in love with me?" she sighed.

"You are asking an eighteen-year-old how this love thing works?" I teased her. "I've been lucky enough to meet five women in the past two weeks I'd like to spend forever with, and I love the one I'm least likely to end up with. I'm clueless."

"Me, Iona, Barbie Lynn...Christina and Heaven?" Rio guessed. I nodded, which made her snicker. "You really want to spend forever with Heaven? You are a glutton for punishment."

"Heaven can be really nice," I defended my girlfriend.

"She's got a permanent case of PMS. Hell knows what would happen if she actually had PMS," Rio teased me back.

"So you don't want to spend any more time with her?" I inquired.

"Fuck that," Rio giggled, "I like them brave, bold, and saucy in the saddle. I'd love breaking her down, or having her break me trying."

"Fine," I announced after a moment's contemplation.

"Fine?" she asked.

"I'm not going to break my word to Jill but I can't wait to fuck you until we get back to campus, so how would you like to screw on Pastor Bill's desk before Sunday school?" I suggested.

"I'd love to leave a little something extra on that gold-plated conman's desk," Rio purred.

"Now, Zane, do you think you could bend the rules ever so slightly and finger-fuck me? I'm ever so horny," Rio pleaded. I figured it couldn't hurt too much; right? I rubbed and rubbed one hand down to her crotch where Rio had already pulled her soaked panties down to mid-thigh. With my other hand, I pushed up her top, exposing her ripe nipples, chain and all.

I plucked a nipple into my mouth, letting my tongue play along the stud before sucking in more of the breast, increasing the pressure on the nipple itself. Rio was well worked up already and now began to writhe beneath me. My free hand passed below her carefully groomed chevron-shaped pubic mound and along her clit.

Her folds welcomed me like molten gold, so hot yet silky smooth to the touch. As she started to moan, Rio stuck the meat of her palm into her mouth and bit down in order to keep quiet. I spent a minute playing with her two studs in her labia before working two fingers deep inside her, twisting them, and seeking out her G-spot.

"Gak!" Rio convulsed as I stroked it. Oh, yeah, I thought, as I began to seriously work it over. Rio's fluids were sloshing around my fingers, her other hand began pressing my whole mouth over her breast, and she kept bucking up against me. I now began to alternate between rhythmically tapping her special place and brutally finger fucking her, driving two fingers in and slapping her clit with my palm.

"Uh, uh, uh...ugh, ugh...ummm," Rio began panting, then her body arched and she screamed into her clenched fist. "Oh, fuck, that's good," she finally managed to get out. Before I could respond, she grabbed my head and drew me up for a fierce kiss. She tore at my lips and tried to steal my breath away.

"Tell me you want me," she pleaded with a desperate hunger tinged with fear.

"I want you, Rio – always," I responded with my own heat and need. Slowly the passion ebbed from Rio's eyes and a playful demeanor replaced it.

"You are such a dumb blonde – Glenda," she sighed happily. Glenda had been the name that had allowed me admission to school in the first place – Glenn Zane Braxton – Glenda.

I answered by pulling my fingers out of her cunt, taking a lick, then pushing them through her lips. Rio daintily sucked on them, pulling them in and cleaning them off before biting down like the little bitch she is and making tears come to my eyes.

"What the fuck!" I hissed.

"That's for not giving me your dick, Asshole," she snickered. When I looked ready to explode, she pouted her lips, rolled onto her stomach and stuck her bare ass up in the air for a spanking. I grunted and rolled over onto my side, away from her.

"Good night, you witch," I sulked.

There was some rustling behind me a minute later, then Rio snaked an arm around me and pressed her body to my back.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I act crazy at times." I rolled over to face her.

"I know what I'm getting into, Rio," I comforted her. "That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt at times." I displayed my wounded fingers. She kissed my fingers, I kissed her lips, and we both finally went to sleep.