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 The Line of Magdalene

   This is a work of complete fiction and fantasy.  The characters are all
imaginary and bear no relation to any persons living or dead.  The author
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testify against them in a court of law for any of their legal
transgressions real or imagined.

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   Book One - Chrysalis Music

   Chapter Six

   On Thursday afternoon, Lin appeared at the door of my study.  She had an
impish grin on her face, and wearing an oriental silk robe.  She looked
inordinately pleased with herself.  My smile was a question back to her.

   "You busy?"

   Glancing back at the monitor, I considered my response.

   "Come on!" she whined, starting to fidget and hop from foot to foot.

   Still grinning and beckoning, she led me down the stairs and into the
studio.  The strobes were set up, with the modeling lamps aimed at the
sofa. A muslin drop cloth was draped across the sofa.  Michelle was asleep
on the sofa, tangled in the backdrop, her long curly hair spilled around
her face, and one delightfully full breast exposed.  Lin looked at me and
smiled.

   "Isn't she gorgeous?" Lin whispered, handing me the old Nikon D-70
expectantly.

   Taking her forcefully by the elbow, I pulled her out of the studio and
into the hallway.

   "She is beautiful.  The pose is something almost impossible to get by
posing a model.  Still, it's not right for me to even see her like that,
let alone photograph her without her consent!" I hissed.  Lin appeared
shaken.  "I'm sorry, pet.  It's just not right, but there is no doubt that
she's lovely, seductive, sexy...  She's the whole package...  Wait until
she wakes up."

   "It's okay!  Really, we talked about it.  While we were making love...
It really turned her on...  It'd be cool!"

   Hugging her close, "Lin...  My pet...  The idea of things that turn her
on in the midst of passion with her lover may not be things she really
wants to do in real life.  Wait...  Let her have a chance to..."

   "It's okay Mr.  Sutter." a sleepy voice interrupted from behind us.

   Turning we saw Michelle wrapped in the backdrop, leaning on the door to
the studio.  Directing a sultry smile at Lin, she extended a hand in our
direction.  Releasing herself from my embrace, Lin crossed to Michelle,
with her robe falling off her shoulder.  The pair embraced and looked back
at me.  I had the consent needed, even if not the actual model release, so
I raised the camera and began.  The natural light from the windows in the
hallway created shadows that are hard to duplicate with studio lights.  I
snapped off a series of Lin and Michelle in an embrace leading to a tender
kiss.  Lin's robe had fallen completely off her shoulders and hung on her
elbows.  Her hand burrowed through the folds of the muslin cloth wrapped
around Michelle.  I was rewarded with a clear shot of Lin on tiptoes
kissing Michelle, her right hand cupping the taller girl's full breast.

   Lin led Michelle to the studio, with my camera capturing their gently
sinuous movements.  Their lovemaking was languid at the outset, and soon
they were completely oblivious to my presence.  Lin's robe was tangled
amidst the folds of the backdrop cloth.  Caught between voyeuristic arousal
and my photographer's drive, I kept snapping.  Even the flashing strobes
didn't distract the two lovers.  Whether it was a performance for the
camera or real passion didn't matter to me.  The effect was so real.  My
photographic principle was to push the erotic envelope, but to never stray
into pornography.  Closely cropped shots of tangled fabric, breasts and
thighs of different hues pressed together, and the contrasting hair color
and texture framing their faces, would keep the images in that envelope..
It was all working well, but leaving me too aroused to continue to work
effectively.

   Slipping silently out of the studio, my intention was to take a cold
shower, but I ran into Kathryn returning from an outing.  There was no
escaping her appraising eye.  Smiling, she held out a hand for the camera
that I held absentmindedly.  A quick preview on the small screen and she
took my hand.

   "You've been busy!" she murmured, leading me to the study.  "I want to
see!"

   With the images on the large screen and Kathryn in my lap, it was
impossible to restrain my erection.  After reviewing the shots quickly,
Kathryn couldn't restrain herself either.  She stood, unbuckled my belt and
hurriedly pulled my jeans to my ankles.  After hiking up her skirt, she
shimmied out of her panties.  My cock was standing up straight, the tip
glistening with pre-cum as she straddled my lap with her back to me.  I
admired her rounded ass as she descended on my cock, filling her pussy.

   "Now let's look at them more closely..." She squeezed her kegel muscles
tightly around my organ deep within her.  Rightfully proud of her muscle
control, this was a favorite game of hers.  Joined as we were, the
objective was to bring the other to orgasm first, using only the kegel
muscles in our groins.  No thrusting, kissing, fondling or other movements
were allowed.  For all intents and purposes an outside observer would see
no significant movement, until one lost control and succumbed to orgasm. 
Sitting on my lap she didn't need to feign interest in the erotic photos of
Lin and Michelle.  All the while, her pussy muscles caressed and rippled,
massaging my cock.  Not being allowed to move any other muscles, I had
never been able to make her cum first.  This was her game, but I played
willingly because losing was so damned sweet.  This time, I tried to
resist, but I knew it was inevitable, and it wasn't long before I exploded
within her.  I was panting when she turned and primly said, "I win!"

   We were surprised by Lin and Michelle applauding from the doorway behind
us.  "How long had they been watching?" I wondered to myself.

   "Brava!  Brava!" they chanted in response to Kathryn's attempt to
curtsey while still seated on my lap and impaled on my softening cock. 
They were dressed and Michelle appeared ready to leave.

   "Can we see the pictures before Michelle leaves?" Lin asked.  Kathryn
had not shifted from her position on my lap.  Michelle appeared reticent to
enter the room, but Lin dragged her lover to view the monitor.  In no time
they were enthralled with the images and Michelle's discomfort evaporated.
Both young women were thrilled with the pictures.  Michelle kept smiling
back over her shoulder at Kathryn and me.

   "I have to get to the store or my boss will fire me!" Michelle said,
breaking the mood.  We laughed.  Nobody believed that Naomi would fire her,
but Lin accompanied her out.

   "Okay, now the interruption is over, I repeat, 'I win!'" Kathryn
delighted.

   "Your game is inherently unfair!  It's impossible for me to drive you to
orgasm only using my kegel muscles." I whined.  "I just can't get enough
contact with your puny interior erogenous zone!"

   "Don't call my G-spot puny, buster!  Just because yours dangles out!"
she mocked me.  "I think you just like losing..."

   She had a point there.  Since loser cums first, it might not be bad to
lose, depending on what the winner claimed as a prize.  "So, what are you
claiming as your prize?"

   "Hmmm....  I'll be fair.  I'll give you three choices.  Let's see... 
You can clean out the interior of my car.  Or you can clean out the
vegetable bins in the fridge.  Or, hmmm...  What else?"

   "Something besides cleaning, please!" I pleaded.

   "No...  It has to be cleaning..." she taunted me.  "Oh!  I have it! 
Perfect!  You can clean all the messy juices out of my pussy!"

   "Well, in that case the choice is easy!" I acted resigned to my fate as
I stood up.  "I'll clean out the vegetable bins!" and tried to dart for the
door, but I was comically slow with my jeans still down around my ankles.

   "Not so fast, buster!  I changed my mind.  You only get choice number 3"
she giggled.

   I laughed too, and got to my knees between her knees and began kissing
up her thighs.  I was surprised to see that she too was now shaved bare,
rather than neatly trimmed as she always had been.  I looked up with a
quizzical expression and she just smiled.  Before long I was spreading the
folds of her labia apart and licking the length, carefully avoiding her
swelling clitoris.  Remembering her lesson on giving blow jobs, I looked up
as I kissed her clitoris.  Her head was tipped backwards and her eyes were
closed.  She moaned and pulled her heels up on the chair seat and spread
her knees wider apart.  Her body shuddered when my tongue grazed her clit.
Her aromatic juices began flooding, mixed with my seed.  As my tongue
explored her more deeply, her thighs began to quiver with the first in a
series of orgasms rolling through her.  Looking again, her head was still
back and she was frantically massaging her breasts with both hands.  Her
breathing pattern changed, becoming more shallow and rapid between the low
sub-vocalizations of passion.  She was almost silent as she went over the
top into full climax.  Neither of us made much noise during our lovemaking,
trained from years of not wanting to awaken our daughters sleeping in the
next room.  Her heels dropped from the edge of the chair, as her body
slumped into a post-orgasmic relaxation.

   Rising to my feet slowly, I looked down at my lover.  She smiled
contentedly and held out her arms.  Helping her to her feet, we walked
slowly to our bedroom down the hall and collapsed in bed.

   "What's with your pussy shaved bare?" I whispered in her ear, as she lay
in my arms.

   "You like?" She smiled back.  "Lin shaved me a couple days ago... 
You've been busy elsewhere, Mister!"

   "I love it..."

   "It's wonderful having someone shave me.  Completely unlike the chore of
doing it myself.  It's so sensual...  and afterwards...  Oh, my...  Lin is
wonderful..." She drifted off.

   Somewhere in my sleepy, lower consciousness, I heard the phone ring,
once - maybe twice - but it didn't rouse us.  I don't know how long we'd
been sleeping in each others arms when I felt Lin slip in beside me and
Kathryn murmured greetings.

   "Who was it?" Kathryn asked, waking up.

   "Allie" Lin whispered

   "Our daughter, Allie?  Why didn't you call me?" Kathryn whispered back.

   "It's okay.  I'm awake.  You don't have to whisper." I said.

   "She said not to bother you.  She'll be in the dorm all evening.  She's
really sweet." Lin responded.

   "What did she want?" Kathryn quizzed.  "Should I call her back?"

   "No rush.  She saw the website, that's all."

   Perking up, I jumped in.  "Sweet Jesus!  What did she say?  We never
told the girls about the web site!  I never thought they'd find it by
themselves.  Was she shocked by the nudity?"

   "Chill!" Lin retorted.  "She seemed fine with it.  She wanted to know
who the models were and I told her she should talk to you."

   Looking uncomfortably at Kathryn, "What should I say to her?"

   "Don't worry so much.  She's our daughter, not the Taliban!  Besides, if
something bothered Allie she'd react the same way you would." Kathryn said.

   "Huh?" giving her a puzzled look.  "What does that mean?"

   "When something bothers you, what do you do?" She asked rhetorically. 
"You avoid it completely.  If it's no danger, that is.  Allie would never
have mentioned it, if it bothered her.  You should be worrying about what
to say if she wants to model for you!"

   "Dina and Allie are my favorite subjects!" I protested.

   "Oh?" Kathryn arched her eyebrows.  "Erotic nudes?"

   My response followed a moment of chagrinned silence.  "You don't
seriously think she'd want..." I trailed off.

   "Well, you might be right.  Dina is the wild one.  It would seem natural
for her." Kathryn mused.  Lin broke out in laughter at my discomfort, which
caused Kathryn to join in.  I looked at them plaintively, but Kathryn
stretched her nude form across the bed, dialed and handed me the phone. 
Returning her condescending smile by sticking out my tongue, I took the
phone.  Before I had it to my ear, I could already hear Allie's voice on
the line.

   "Hello?  Daddy?"

   "Hi baby!  How's the Allie Cat?"

   "I'm good, Pops!  How's Momsie?"

   "She's fine.  Lazin' around in bed." I said, neglecting to mention her
state of undress or Lin's presence with us.  "Is The Dinosaur there?"

   "No, she's at the library still..."

   "Library or a date?"

   "Honestly, Pops!  Dina's being a good girl!  She's studying, but I won't
guarantee that Eric's not studying with her." She changed the topic.  "Lin
seems cool.  You needed someone to boss around since we flew the coop?"

   "Yup!  and guess what?  She doesn't talkback!  We should have done this
ages ago!  All the bratty lip with put up with from you two?  All gone! 
And she's an awesome cook!  The only downside of having her around is that
we eat too much.  The short story is - we adore her!" I teased.  Lin heard
this, bowed her head submissively and tried desperately not to laugh out
loud.  It was difficult for me to keep from cracking up.

   "Good grief!  You can't love her more than Dino and the Cat!"

   "Wanna bet?" I taunted laughingly

   "Daddy!!!!  That's not funny!" she whined, and then changed the subject.
"So what's with the web site?  And all the beautiful models?"

   "Just expanding on my hobby..." I joked

   "You're getting into web site development?" she sounded impressed.

   "No, I stick to the photography, as usual.  I have high school kid..." -
Kathryn and Lin snickered silently - "...who's doing the website as a high
school project."

   "It looks great.  You're a good team.  Some of the photos are a little
steamy..."

   "We just started it.  I didn't think anyone would know about it yet. 
How'd you discover it?"

   Allie laughed in response.  "You don't get on the net much, do you? 
Google it!"

   "Huh?"

   "Go to Google and type in Odyssey Photography.  We're not the only ones
to find it.  Google takes you straight there.  It's pretty popular!  But
the funniest part is that Eric was surfing and found it.  Showed it to
Dino. He said, 'Like hey, Dina!  Look at this!  Your Mom's on the web!  And
she's hot!' Dino called me and I called you."

   "Wow!  Quite a coincidence.  Small world...  Mom's Hot, huh..." -
Kathryn thrust out her bare chest and gave me a smoldering look - "...  I'm
not telling her that, Her ego would get out of control.  So you think it's
'steamy'?  Is that a good or bad thing?"

   "Good.  Weird knowing your Dad is the photographer of all those hot
models.  Steamy is good.  Lot's of our friends want you to take portraits,
maybe even some `Steamy' ones!.  That would be weird in the extreme..."

   "Why would that be so weird?"

   "My Dad taking picture of my friends like that?  Ewww!  Too weird to
contemplate."

   "Okay...  I seem to be pretty booked up for a retired old man anyway,
and as you said, I have some pretty hot models as it is."

   "You do!  The pictures of that oriental girl are really amazing!  Where
did you find her?  Who is she?"

   "She's Filipina by origin.  I met her at a music store.  You can meet
her at spring break, if you come home instead of going to Florida, that
is."

   "Since you have Mom up there, you need to put some pictures of Dina and
me up there too."

   "I don't know about that.  Your baby pictures?  It wouldn't be
approp..."

   "Daddy!" she interrupted.  "We're serious.  We're not babies anymore. 
We're all grown up!"

   "Really?  I don't see you enough to know."

   "Dina said you and Mom should come down to campus for a visit and take
pictures of us."

   "I'll suggest it to her.  See what she thinks...  She's my bookings
manager."

   "Then I'm talking to the wrong person!  Can you put her on?"

   I said goodbye and handed the phone to Kathryn, and started to get
dressed.  They would be talking for hours and I was getting hungry.  Lin
followed me to the kitchen where she had already prepared a spicy Asian
noodle salad and fresh ice tea.  When Kathryn eventually joined us, we
looked at her expectantly.

   "We should take the RV down there and visit." She laughed and looked at
Lin.  "They haven't figured out that you are the hot Filipina on the web
site.  You have to come too!  They simply have to meet you."

   We spent the remainder of the evening planning the trip down to
southwest Virginia.  Kathryn was eager to go and to include a week at our
cabin in West Virginia, which Lin had yet to visit.

   Friday rolled around and Kathryn was primping for our dinner with Rachel
and Naomi.  Lin was beside herself with curiosity.  She wanted to hear 'the
long story' that we were so eagerly anticipating.  She was a little miffed
at not being invited and even joked that we should take a recorder so that
she could hear it all herself.

   "No way I would ever think of bugging the dinner conversation!" Kathryn
insisted.

   "I was joking!" Lin pleaded.

   "I know you were," I said, "but you have to understand that Rachel may
expect some confidentiality from us, so we may not be able to share the
'long story' that we're all so curious about."

   Lin's disappointment was obvious, but she nodded her understanding.

   "Don't worry!  We'll share all the juicy details that we can!" Kathryn
said with a conspiratorial smile.  "But you've got nothing to complain
about!  From the great aromas coming from the kitchen, it seems you've got
a fantastic dinner planned for Michelle tonight.  You know how envious I am
on that score!"

   "I'm sure you'll have a good dinner too!  I am sure Rachel and Naomi are
great cooks too..." Lin said, having difficulty keeping a straight face,
breaking down when we all laughed.

   "Kathryn's not the only envious one!" I interjected."

   "Don't be too sure of her limits!  I am only exploring them with her
now...  She loved the photo session the other day." Lin smiled smugly. 
"But hey!  You two need to get going..." and rushed us out the door.

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