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 The Line of Magdalene

   Road Trip is the second novella in The Line of Magdalene series, the
sequel to "Chrysalis Music." I suggest that you read it first to gain
background on the continuing characters.  But I am not trying to tell the
reader what to do.  Someone might want to wait until the series is complete
and read them backwards.  Whatever brings you joy...

   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
in no way condones the behavior of the characters and would voluntarily
testify against them in a court of law for any of their legal
transgressions real or imagined.  Some places mentioned are real, but the
events described here never happened anywhere.  If geographic or other
details aren't correct feel free to offer suggestions, remember one thing
this is fiction!

   Feel free to write and offer constructive criticism and/or
encouragement. I improve through you suggestions and I am motivated by your
encouragement.  (TheSpringg at yahoo dot com)

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   Road Trip - Chapter 5

   The next morning Erin's movement woke me early, just before dawn.  With
the sensual feeling of her bare skin against mine, I snuggled her close. 
Holding her close, I was already drifting off to sleep when she wiggled
free.

   "Wake up sleepyhead!" she shook my shoulder.  "We're on the road today!"

   "Crazy teenager...  My daughters never woke me up!  Trying role-reversal
one me?  It isn't gonna work!" I muttered and rolled over to go back to
sleep.

   I must have only been asleep for a minute when I woke again to the sound
of the coffee grinder.  I realized she really was serious about getting up
early.  I wanted to go back to sleep, but Erin was up to something and
curiosity got the best of my intention to fall back to sleep.  I dragged
myself out of bed, and dressed sleepily.

   Erin was busy in the kitchen, so I muttered good morning to her and went
outside to stay out of the way of her effervescent good mood.  It was still
dark and the chill air brought me fully awake.  Finding myself outdoors, I
started cleaning up the campsite.  My father had always emphasized leaving
a campsite clean.  He called it 'policing the campsite.

   "You're still living in there, Dad!" I said, tapping my forehead.  I
chuckled to find myself carrying on his heritage.  He would have been
pleased to know that, but he never would have understood my relationship
with women - not that I fully understand it.  He certainly would not have
understood Kathryn's relationship with Lin.

   I was taking down the little used tent and still musing about my father,
when Erin came out of the RV with two mugs of coffee.

   I paused to look at her and take 'mental photograph.' I wanted to
remember her just as she was that morning.  I knew that the sight I was
seeing was not one that I could capture with my camera.  Sure, the pre-dawn
light was still dim and the girl seemed to glow.  More than just a
beautiful girl, I was seeing was a girl that I loved and I knew that cast
her in special light of her own.  As she came closer, I could see my love
reflected in her eyes.  Her hair framed her face, which was lit up by a
contented smile and sparkling green eyes.  She was wearing plaid
boxer-style shorts with the waist band rolled down and a tight, white
spaghetti strap top with a low cut neck line.  That outfit probably wasn't
right for the morning's chill air, but she wasn't shivering.  She broke my
reverie when she handed me a mug and took my free hand in hers.

   "Let's walk." was all she said.

   I didn't question her or even speak.  I followed.  She led me down a
path back to the little cove where we had had our shoot the night before.

   "I missed the sunset last night.  It's really a beautiful spot." She
sighed.

   "None of us were really paying full attention to the sunset.  You made
it unforgettable..." I responded quietly and sipped my coffee.  "Do you
want to stay another day and enjoy the sunset tonight?  The dawn is pretty,
but it's not as spectacular as the sun setting over the water."

   She slipped her arm around my waist and we stood there silently for a
moment sipping our coffee.

   "No.  I have a feeling there'll be other beautiful sunsets.  I just
wanted to see this spot with you...  Alone."

   I turned a quarter turn towards her, tilted my head down and kissed her.
We stood there sipping the last of our coffee in affectionate,
companionable silence, listening to the sound of the water lapping on the
shore - one could hardly call them waves - and the birds waking up.  It was
a memorable moment.

   "Did you show the photos to Kathryn last night?" She asked.

   "No." I murmured.  "I didn't get around to uploading them.  But, I know
she'll love them!" I felt her tense up slightly.

   "Are you sure that Kathryn doesn't mind our...  relationship?" She
asked.

   "Don't worry, about that." I reassured her.  "Kathryn and I have a
special relationship.  She's not jealous of you."

   "Is that because of you letting her have a relationship with Lin?"

   "What about her relationship with Lin?" I was puzzled.

   "They're lovers, aren't they?" She asked

   "Well, yes...  Did they tell you?  Did I mention it?"

   "No...  I guess I just knew...  Maybe from their body language when I
saw them on the web cam?" She sounded nervous, so I smiled reassuringly.

   "You're Lin's lover too...  Aren't you?" She asked still sounding
nervous.

   "Wow..." I smiled and expressed surprise.  "You're good!  Did you pick
that up from my body language?"

   "I don't know...  I just figured it out..."

   "Do you mind?" I asked.

   "Mind what?  That you share Lin as a lover?" she asked.

   I nodded.

   "No, but it will be a little weird when we meet!" She was obviously
still nervous.

   "Why?" I was playing dumb.

   "Do they know that I'm not..." she hesitated.

   "Bi-sexual?" I filled in and she nodded.  "Yes, they've known that all
along.  Don't worry.  They'll love you without needing to make love to
you."

   "Kathryn won't expect to share me, like you share Lin?" She finally laid
out her whole concern.  I tried to stay as serious as she was being.

   "Don't worry about it, sweetheart." I reassured.  "She won't have a
problem, and if she does, we'll deal with it at the time.  Okay?"

   "Okay..." she responded meekly, and was obviously thinking.  "I don't
want to ruin your relationships with Lin and Kathryn.  I know can learn..."

   "Learn?" I asked puzzled.

   "To love them too..." again she paused.  "To love them as...  Lovers."

   "You don't have to do that!" I reassured

   "But I will, if it comes to that, I will.  I can learn!  I don't want to
lose you..." She blurted out.

   I just hugged her close, and we stood there silently together in the
growing dawn light.

   She squeezed my hand and smiled up at me, silently mouthing the words,
"I love you." I drew her close to me and kissed her.

   We lingered a moment longer, but the sounds of the campground waking up
began to intrude on our perfect moment.  Erin gave an almost imperceptible
tug on my waist and we turned back on the path to our camp site.

   I took down the tent, with Erin's help rolling it up.  Once we had it
stored, Erin climbed into the passenger seat next to me and we pulled out.
I was eager to get back on the road.  I sensed the same excitement in Erin.
We weren't far from our campsite when I pointed out Ross eating breakfast
at a camp table with his family.  We stopped and I encouraged Erin to get
out to say goodbye to Ross.

   From my seat in the RV, I could Ross blushing as Erin kissed him, with
his sisters and parents watching.  Ross was clearly embarrassed, and
extricated himself from her embrace.  He seemed to introduce her to his
family and was obviously nervous, shifting from foot to foot uneasily as
Erin talked to his sisters.  He walked slowly towards me with his shoulders
slumped, RV while Erin continued to chat with his family.

   "Why so blue, Ross?  You're not losing her!" I said, preempting his
goodbye.

   "Not losing her?  I haven't got her to lose." He said, trying to sound
mature and stoical.  "Last night she said I needed to date other girls. 
That's like the end of something that barely started.  Besides, how can I
compete with her boyfriend?"

   I glanced up, Erin was still chatting.  Was she purposely giving us time
for this conversation?

   "What all did she say, Ross?"

   "Just that she had a boyfriend.  She loves him a lot and she said that I
should date other girls."

   "Look, Ross, you want some advice?" He nodded sullenly.  "Don't give up
easily.  I know this boyfriend she referred to won't last forever, and I
know you've already got her liking you al lot, so build on that.  She'll
respect self-confidence and persistence.  Be a friend, and take her advice
to date other girls.  Tell her all about it, but let her know you're more
interested in her - if you still are!  You have her cell phone number,
don't you?" He nodded again.  "I'm sure she won't be jealous and if this
current boyfriend doesn't last, she'll remember you.  Where are you from,
anyway?"

   "Maryland...  Outside DC..." he answered.

   "Not far from us..." I said encouragingly.

   "Yeah, Tacoma Park.  Erin said you're in Arlington.  She said she's
switching to a new high school in Arlington for her senior year." he added.

   "So, there you have it.  You can see her again easily, if you want." I
said, wondering what was up with the idea of her senior year in Arlington.
I supposed she was planning on her Dad refusing to take her back.

   He looked me in the eyes.  "Yeah, I want...  But I don't get it." he
said flatly.

   "What don't you get, Ross?"

   "Why you're so encouraging to me?"

   "Hmmm...  You're a good guy and because Erin likes you.  She's really
important to me.  I want her to be happy, and I think you'd be good for
her. What did she tell you about her boyfriend?"

   "Not much.  Just that she has a boyfriend.  She got all sentimental and
quiet when it came up.  I think she loves him a lot.  I don't stand a
chance!" Ross moaned.

   "Don't let that put you off.  I know it won't last.  He's not right for
her in the long run.  She just needs time to work through it with him."

   "You think I got a chance?"

   "Better than just a chance, if you want it..."

   "You're a pretty strange Dad...  Most Dads would be trying to chase guys
away from their little girl!" He forced a laugh.

   I laughed too, only my laugh was genuine.  "Ross, I hope you know better
than to call her a 'little girl' in front of her.  You're not blind and
you've seen everything she has to show.  She's not a little girl
anymore..."

   Ross blushed again and grinned.  "Another reason you're not a normal
dad! How many Dad's let virtual strangers see their daughter like that?"

   At that moment Erin turned and started walking back to the RV.

   "Kiss her goodbye!  Take the initiative, man!" I whispered.

   Ross turned just as Erin approached.  He took a step toward her and
pulled her into his arms.  I could see his sisters smiling as he kissed
her. When the kiss broke, Erin was smiling and I heard his sisters
clapping, so I joined in.

   When we got back in the RV.  Erin grilled me about my conversation with
Ross.

   "Did you tell him that you're not my Dad?" She asked with disbelief.

   "No, I didn't!  What makes you think I did?"

   "You two were talking so seriously.  Then he seemed so defeated for a
while, and finally he was so happy and kissed me like that." She explained.
"I couldn't figure what the heck was going on!"

   "I didn't say I was you Dad, but I didn't contradict his impression that
I am.  We talked about your 'boyfriend,' he felt defeated.  I encouraged
him to be persistent." I explained.  "Don't worry, he'll call."

   "Why would I be worried?  I have a great lover pushing me to get a
boyfriend." She smiled and paused for a fraction of a second and then
started laughing.  "On second thought, that's pretty weird, huh?  Don't you
love me?"

   Erin stopped laughing and seemed suddenly somber as we waited for a
rusty red pickup to move before we pulled the RV out of the campground. 
She sat quietly for a moment shuffling through the songs on my MP3 player.
She settled on "The Woman in Me" by Shania Twain, and her good spirits
seemed to bounce back.

   Long distance driving with Erin was going to be a pleasure.  She didn't
complain about being confined on the road.  She tried reading for a while
in the back of the RV, laying on the bed, but mostly she sat up front with
me and sang along with the country songs on the MP3 player or radio
stations.

   "Who is this?" She asked.

   "It's Chip Taylor and Carrie Rodriguez." I answered.  "He's written a
lot of songs, and he's been writing forever...  Ever hear of one called
'Wild Thing?"

   "Wild thing!  I think I love you..." she sang.  "That one?" I laughed
without taking my eyes off the road.

   "Close.  Right tune, off on the words a little...  It's more like ... 
Wild thing, You make my heart sing, you make everything groovy..." I sang
enthusiastically and broke down laughing.

   "He's gone sorta country since then..." she was laughing too.

   "Yeah...  I suspect that's partly Carrrie's influence on the music." I
was still laughing.  "You know he's a lot older than she is?"

   "Really?  Hmmmm..." she smiled.  It was clear that she had something on
her mind.

   "We could do it too!  You could learn some of his parts!  We could sing
duets!" She burst out with teenage enthusiasm.  "We'd make a make a good
team."

   "Me sing?  A duet?  Heck, girl, my singing voice should be licensed as a
lethal weapon!" I joshed.

   "You can carry a tune, and you have gravelly, seductive voice. 
Character...  You're voice has character.  So what if you're not one of the
three tenors?" she encouraged me.

   We argued good naturedly about it for the rest of the morning.  It was
an argument that I knew that I was losing.  The only way out was to try it.
She had played violin in the high school orchestra and had picked up the
guitar on her own, but her uncanny ability to learn lyrics and melodies
seemed to be a gift she was born with.  She could learn a complicated
lyrics just by listening to a song a couple of times.  It wasn't just
mimicry, the songs quickly became her own, as she made adaptations to
singing them without accompaniment and to suit her voice.  The slight twang
to her voice was natural, and suited her preference for country music.

   When I discovered that she played guitar, I convinced her that we should
stop in the next big town to pick up a guitar.  Having a guitar would
broaden the range of songs that she could entertain me with, I thought
selfishly.  There are a limited number of songs that one can sing a
capella. I wanted to buy her a violin too, but she complained strenuously
about the cost and I didn't want to force it on her.

   We stopped for a late lunch in Columbus and found a little music store
that had a selection of inexpensive guitars.  Alan, the grizzled old hippie
that owned the store made a point of introducing himself and offering his
assistance.  When he heard Erin trying out guitars, it was clear that he
was entranced by Erin's self-taught style.  We could have spent the
afternoon sitting on well worn wooden stools in the corner of his shop just
trying out different guitars.  Little riffs turned into whole songs and
Alan sharing his techniques.  Nonetheless, he failed to convince Erin to
buy a really nice Gibson acoustic guitar, and instead she went for a much
less expensive, new Alvarez steel string guitar.  She insisted that her
playing wasn't good enough for such a really expensive instrument and that
she could never afford to pay me back.  I didn't try to argue with her
because I could see her resolve in the set of her jaw, but he persisted,
even offering a deep discount that must have been close to his cost.  Erin
resisted still, saying that we were on a road trip and she'd only be using
it for sing-a-longs around the campfire.  Alan gave up trying to convince,
coming to the realization that her mind was made up, and led us over to the
computer on his sales counter.

   "Email me when she gets her recording contract.  I want to be able to
say I sold her a guitar!" He chuckled, handing me a business card.  I
fished around in my pocket and offered him one of mine.

   "A photographer, huh?" he commented and I nodded.  "What sort?"

   "Travel, portraits, glamour...  That sort of stuff..." I responded.  He
was already typing in the address of my web site from my business card.

   Alan whistled a long low note.  "Nice work!  You certainly have some
nice work here..."

   I thanked him and we headed for the door.  On the way out, I noticed the
autographed promotional photos of recording artists on the wall that I had
not remarked on earlier.  Each photo had a message thanking Alan for
something or other.  I stopped at the door.

   "Alan, Let's get a picture of you with Erin McGuin - before she becomes
famous!" I suggested.

   He laughed and picked up the Yamaha he had been trying to sell to Erin.
They sat down, and after some good humored muttering between them, they
launched into raucous rendition of 'Wild Thing,' which made it hard for me
to keep from laughing as I took the promised photo.  I got several good
shots, but in the end I was just laughing too hard to keep shooting.  We
were in great spirits, when we left the shop.  I mused on how old hippies
could have solid commercial savvy and be a lot of fun too.

   We had couple of hours to drive west of Columbus.  I had chosen a small
family campground as our destination for the night.  On the way, we stopped
at a bakery for fresh bread and a grocery in a nearby town to pick up cold
beer and the fixings for cold sandwiches.  We figured we'd be arriving too
late to cook.

   When we arrived at the campground, the sun had faded and a long, warm
summer evening had started.  It didn't take long to settle in because we
didn't bother setting up the tent.  Without any specific discussion on the
topic, we decided to give up the Daddy/Daughter charade.  We were lovers
and didn't really care what others would think.  I had enjoyed the sex with
Angela, but I was looking forward to spending time with Erin.

   We ate our sandwiches at the picnic table, washing them down with cool
beer straight from long neck bottles.  It felt great to have such a close,
comfortable relationship with Erin.  I felt like we were on the same
wavelength and didn't always need to talk to be happy in each other's
company.  I was content just to know she was happy.

   The minute she had finished her sandwich, she grabbed her new guitar
with the excited air of a child with a new toy on Christmas morning.  She
started hesitantly, but soon she was humming and playing confidently.  I
went into the RV for a beer and when I returned Erin started strumming hard
and I joined singing "Wild thing." We were preoccupied with our own
laughter and when we looked up, we saw the family in the camp site next to
ours watching us with obvious amusement.  Erin smiled at me and launched
into "Puff the Magic Dragon." I smiled at the neighboring family and seeing
the fascination of their kids, I motioned them over to join us.  Erin
continued playing songs that were either familiar to the kids or generally
fun for the mixed group that was gathering.  She was a magnet.  She seemed
both genuinely surprised and at ease with being the center of attention.

   I was sure that it wasn't just her music that attracted other campers.
She was wearing a bikini top and blue jeans and there was no denying it,
she was gorgeous.  Whether people were coming to join in to the music, or
just to be near Erin, I didn't wasn't jealous of the attention she was
getting.  I was proud of her.

   We didn't flaunt our relationship or put on public displays of
affection, we didn't try hide it from anyone who might be watching.  I
didn't need to be a psychic to know that some people were offended by our
relationship, because of our age difference.  More often I could sense the
envy of other people who wished they were in my place.  I suspected it
wasn't just guys who were envious.  I knew how lucky I was.  I vowed to
myself to let her know how much I adored her, while not holding her so
tight that she would feel confined and want to escape.

   She continually managed to astonish me with the songs that she knew.  I
couldn't take my eyes off of her.  She had us all singing Dylan's "Blowing
in the wind," and I noticed that she seemed tired.  Halfway through the
song, she stopped singing and let the rest of us to finish the song as she
continued playing.  Without her leading, the song didn't so much end as it
fizzled out.  Smiling wanly, she put down the guitar and mumbled some
apologies.

   "Are you okay, Darling?" I asked quietly.

   "Yeah...  Just tired..." She responded.

   I turned to the other campers, "Sorry, Friends, looks like our songbird
is worn out.  It's been a long day.  Hope you'll excuse us if we turn in
early."

   Looking pale, Erin forced a smile and gave a little wave to the group.
"Thanks for joining us tonight.  I enjoyed singing with you."

   Back in the RV I quizzed her.  "Hey, are you really okay?  You seemed
from full throttle to full stop in no time..."

   "I'm just tired.  Like you said, its been a long day.  A long couple of
days actually." She said.

   "You went so pale...  and so suddenly." I was honestly concerned.  "It
looked like you were getting really sick, or you'd seen a ghost!"

   "It felt more like seeing a ghost," she said, "but I'm already feeling
better.  Can I just take a shower?"

   "Sure, baby.  I'll take mine after you." I smiled.

   While I was waiting, I started uploading the photos from Erin's shoot
the previous night and the photos from the Alan's shop.  While was waiting,
I checked my cell phone and noticed that I had a half dozen missed calls
from home, and it struck me that I hadn't called Naomi.  I dialed but got
Rachel's voice on their voicemail.  I left a short message inquiring about
our baby's progress, and then dialed home.  Kathryn answered on the first
ring.

   "Hey, sweetheart!  How are Naomi and my baby doing?  Did they do the
ultrasound?" I asked immediately.

   "Hello, husband of mine.  I Love you too!" Kathryn responded, with mock
annoyance.

   "I'm sorry, lover." I apologized with great chagrin.  "I ..."

   "It's a girl!" she interrupted with excitement.  "I've been trying to
call all evening!  Check your email, Daddy.  Naomi sent us a link to the
ultrasound images!"

   "A Girl?  Naomi and Rachel must thrilled!" I practically shouted at
Kathryn.  "That is so great for them!  Are you disappointed that it's not a
boy?"

   "No, it's what Naomi wanted.  It's what they want for the Line." She
responded and I could tell she was thrilled too.

   Lin was out with Michelle at a movie.

   " Did you check the rating?  Are you sure it's not an adult film?" I
asked jokingly and Kathryn laughed.

   "No, we watch those at home!" she giggled.  "Together!"

   "Hmmm...  Lesbian love fests?" I taunted her.

   "Michelle isn't interested in guy-equipment, Darling." She shot back. 
"And before you ask, I miss your equipment!  But if you have Erin, I think
it's only fair that I..."

   "More than fair, Sweetheart!" I interrupted.  "I am one lucky guy, and I
know it.  So what movie did they go to?"

   "The new Harry Potter one." she answered.  "How is your little runaway
doing?"

   I went on to tell her about Erin's new guitar, her singing, and the way
she suddenly wilted.  Kathryn was concerned.

   "Have you been feeding her right?" she asked, and I assured her that I
was.

   "She's not on her period is she?" And I told her I thought not.  Kathryn
questioned me further, obviously not confident that I was taking suitable
care of Erin.

   "When she gets out of the shower, give her a glass of warm milk and put
her to bed.  And let her just sleep!  Keep an eye on her.  Okay?" She
ordered.

   "Yes, Nurse Kathryn." I responded.  "Do you want to come nurse her?"

   "I would love to, but Naomi, Lin and I are going to the cabin for a week
or so, while Naomi still feels like hiking and roughing it.  She's been
bugging us to go up there since before you left.  Besides, I don't thing
that Erin is interested in that kind of 'nursing,' is she?"

   "No, she's straight.  Sorry, darling!  She wants to meet you and Lin,
but she is worried that you won't let her stay if she doesn't join you. 
She's breaking out of her shell, but she's had a pretty straight
upbringing..." I explained.

   "I hope you have set her mind at ease!  Naomi gave me a lot of freedom
that night at Rachel's house, but since then Lin and I respect her
preferences...  She's affectionate with us, but she still doesn't join us
in bed...  At least not without you there..." Kathryn chuckled.  "Hold it!
Did you say she wants to stay with us?"

   "Yeah..." I replied.  "Sort of like, Look what followed me home, can I
keep her?"

   Kathryn laughed.  "It'll be like having another daughter..."

   I laughed, "Uh...  Not quite!"

   Just then Erin emerged from the shower, still drying herself with one
towel and her wet hair wrapped in another.

   "God that feels good!  You should..." Erin stopped in mid-sentence. 
"Oh! Sorry, I didn't see you were on the phone!"

   "Just a sec.  We're almost done.." I said to Erin, and returned to my
conversation with Kathryn.  I found it hard to concentrate with a wet,
naked, beautiful girl in such close proximity.

   "She's fresh out of the shower, isn't she?" Kathryn deduced.

   "Hmmm...  Yes..." I responded, watching Erin lean towards me to dry her
legs.

   "Nude?" Kathryn asked.

   "Yeah..." I said, as Erin rubbed the towel slowly over breasts.  It
occurred to me that this was a show, and I was enjoying it.

   "Sounds like you're finding it hard to concentrate...  I bet that's not
the only thing that's hard..." she teased.

   "You're right on both scores..." I replied.

   Erin was stretching to dry her back.  It was obvious that she was
feeling better and knew exactly was she was doing.  Letting the towel drop
to the floor, she loosened the one wrapped around her hair and rubbed her
hair vigorously.  I sat silently as she leaned over me and shook her damp
hair out.  I inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh scent of her shampoo.  She
winked at me.

   "Hello?" Kathryn practically shouted.  "Having fun there?"

   "Uh...  Well, Erin is...  Behaving badly!" I blurted out.

   "I'm a good girl!" Erin shrieked a high pitched objection.  Kathryn
obviously heard her and started laughing.

   "What's she doing that's so bad?" Kathryn pressed.

   "She's shaking her wet hair on me, for starters!" I joked.

   "Sounds like you'd like that!" Kathryn said.

   "She's a very bad girl..." I teased, sticking my tongue out at Erin.

   "Hmmm...  Do you think you might have to spank her like you do Lin?"

   "You're right, I might have to spank her..." I said in a fake, overly
serious tone.

   "Hey!  No fair!" Erin protested.  "Give me the phone so I can defend
myself!"

   Laughing I handed the phone to Erin, who promptly sat down on my lap.

   "Hi Kathryn!  ...  Yeah, I'm fine now.  ...  No, it was just a funny
feeling.  ...  Huh? ...  No, it really went away as soon as got in the
shower.  ...  Uh, Yeah...  Like what?  ...Oh, okay...  I'd like that!  ...
Okay, I'll tell him." She turned to me.  "Kathryn says you have to take me
out for a big steak with all the trimmings and strawberry cheese cake for
dessert."

   She had a huge grin in her face.  I grabbed the phone and pushed the
speakerphone button.

   "Can you hear me, Kathryn?" I asked loudly.

   "You don't have to shout!" She responded.  "You two need a mediator!  I
told Erin that you should take her out for a big diner, and her steak
dinner is fine, I also said you have to stop letting her drink beer."

   Erin let out a disappointed sigh and settled her warm naked body against
me.

   "How's about wine?" I asked and heard Kathryn laughed and said that wine
was out too.

   "Then how the heck am I supposed to get her drunk and take advantage of
her?" I asked plaintively.  Both Erin and Kathryn laughed with me.

   "Oh.  I don't think you have a problem on that score!" Kathryn said, and
then changed the subject.  "Harrison, have you taken any photos on this
Road Trip, or are you just fooling around?"

   "Oh!  Can we look at the photos, Harrison?" Erin interrupted.

   "So there are photos?" Kathryn asked.

   "They're on the server.  Look in the upload folder." I instructed. 
Meanwhile I started viewing them on my laptop.

   "Oh my god, Harrison!" Kathryn enthused.  "These are great.  The
lighting and the sunset are perfect!  Erin!  You are gorgeous, darling!  I
love the way the water beaded up in you!"

   "Uh...  Thanks, Kathryn." Erin responded shyly.

   "How did you make the water bead up on you like that?" Kathryn asked.

   "Harrison did it.  He rubbed your cocoa butter and coconut massage oil
all over me." Erin answered.

   "I'm sure he was completely professional about it!" Kathryn said.  I
could hear the teasing tone in her voice, but I wasn't sure that Erin wold
pick-up on it.

   "Yes, Ma'am, it was..." she sounded a little uncertain of whether
Kathryn was jealous or not.

   "Oh!  Delightful, the topless ones are great!  Did he make you do that?"
Kathryn asked in a seductive tone.

   "No...  It was my idea..." Erin replied, I could tell that Kathryn had
her completely confused.

   "Well, it was a splendid idea and very sensual too.  I'm looking at one
close-up, there are glistening drops all over you shining like diamonds,
and the effect the cool air had on your perfect breasts..." Kathryn sighed.

   Erin looked stunned by all the flattery and at a loss for words.

   "Gosh...  Thanks!" was all she could say.

   "Who's the guy?" Kathryn sounded suggestive with her question.

   "That's Ross.  He's just a friend." Erin preempted the next obvious
question and we all laughed.

   "Cute friend!" Kathryn taunted.  "major hunk!"

   Erin pretended not to have heard and continued looking at the results of
our photo shoot.

   "Kathryn, Erin's been thinking of spending her senior year in high
school in Arlington." I mentioned, thinking of my conversation with Ross.
Erin shot me a quizzical look.

   "That's so exciting!  We'd love to have you stay with us, Erin!" Kathryn
gushed.  "We'd have so much fun!"

   Erin looked panicked.  I clearly hadn't thought how either Kathryn or
Erin would react to the topic.

   "You're eighteen, so you wouldn't need your father's permission, would
you?" Kathryn asked, clearly planning and not expecting answers.  "But I am
sure we could explain to him and get him to give his permission anyway. 
That would make it easier with the school registration."

   "I don't think he cares." Erin stated.

   "You leave him to me." Kathryn said confidently.  "He'll come around. 
But it doesn't matter.  You're a grown woman.  You can do what you want!"

   "I am sure she will do exactly what she wants." I added.

   "It will be nice having you there.  It'll be like having a daughter at
home again!" Kathryn said, still excited by the prospect.

   "Okay, now this is officially weird!" Erin blurted out.

   "Why?" I asked, concerned at her tone.

   "Like, here I am, sitting on my new Dad's lap, talking to my new Mom
about high school..." she elaborated.  "Getting complemented about my
pictures...  It's all sort of hard to believe!"

   "What do you see as being odd?" Kathryn giggled.  "The fact that we're
talking about Ross, or the fact that you're nude while you sit on your new
Dad's lap?"

   Erin let out a gasp and startled at the mention of being nude.  I
grasped her waist, holding her down on my lap.

   "How did you know?  Is that web cam on?" She asked.

   "How do I know you are nude?  No, the web cam's not on, but I like that
idea.  I know just my husband...  Your new Dad!" Kathryn chuckled.

   "You're not mad?"

   "Heck no!" Kathryn sounded like she'd been into my stash of rum, but I
knew that voice.  She got a huskier, lower voice when she was aroused. 
"How's she feel on your lap, Harrison?"

   "Good, Darling...  very good..." and I slid my hands up from her waist
to cup her small breasts.  Erin inhaled sharply at my touch.  Supporting
one her breasts in each of my hands, I lightly stroked her areola with my
finger tips, eliciting a gasp of pleasure.

   "It sounds like it's feeling pretty good for Erin too." Kathryn purred
over the speakerphone.  "Do you like what he's doing, Darling?"

   "Oh..  yes!  I do!" Erin responded breathily.

   "Tell me what he's doing, it sounds so delightful..." Kathryn urged.

   "He's touching...  fondling...  ooohh...  doing things with my
nipples..." she gasped.  "Oh jeez..."

   "What now, Sweetie?" the excitement in Kathryn's voice was palpable.

   "Oh please...  is this okay?  You ...  don't mind?  He's rubbing my
tummy now..  and down..." she could barely control herself.  "Is it
awright? He's touching...  oh god..."

   "Erin, Darling, if you want him to, then its alright with me...  just
enjoy it, but tell him to stop if you want him to."

   "Oh no!  I never...  want him to stop...  he can do...  anything he
wants...  if it's okay with you..." Erin was getting fully aroused as my
finger tips explored her labia.  "Are you sure..."

   "Yes, sweetie!  Enjoy it.  Just don't try to steal him!"

   "Oh..  god...  never...  he loves you too...  much..." Erin promised.

   "Good...  Now tell me what he's doing..." Kathryn persisted.

   "He has...  a finger...  in me..." and she was breathing heavily.

   "Where does he have his finger, baby?" Kathryn pressed.

   "In me...  In my...  my pussy..." Erin said in a childlike voice.  "Is
that...  okay?"

   "Oh, yes, darling!  If you like it, then it's wonderful!" Kathryn had
that tone of complete arousal that I knew so well.

   "I love it!" Erin responded.  "it feels so wonder...mmmfff" I
interrupted her by pulling my finger out of her pussy and putting it into
her mouth.  She immediately began sucking eagerly.

   "What's happening there, baby?" Kathryn asked, and I took my finger out
of Erin's mouth.

   "Daddy had his finger in my mouth..." Erin whispered.  I was so turned
on already, that I honestly didn't notice the reference to me being 'Daddy'
until Kathryn's voice coming from the speakerphone.

   "Were you a good girl? ...  Did you lick...  Daddy's finger...  clean?"
Kathryn was starting to breathe heavily.

   "Oh, yes, Mommy...  "

   "Did you like it?  The taste of yourself...  on Daddy's finger?" Kathryn
asked.  My fingers were already rubbing her clitoris and one was
penetrating her tight vaginal canal again.

   "uh huh...  Oh Mommy...  Daddy...  Uhnggg..."

   Erin's body tensed and she shivered.  I gently increased the speed of my
finger thrusting in and out of her pussy and rubbed her clitoris with
increased pressure.  Her legs began to shiver and shake.  I felt the aura
of her orgasm shudder through her and me.  I was beginning to find it hard
to control myself and I felt like I was sharing her overwhelming arousal.
We were both breathing so raggedly, gasping.  While my finger kept
thrusting in and out of her pussy, I could her orgasm causing her vaginal
walls to tighten even more, clenching tightly on my finger.  Finally, she
tensed all over and went rigid - not even a breath escaped her for a long
moment.  The air was electric with her orgasm, and just as suddenly as she
had stopped breathing, she was gasping for air.

   "That was an orgasm if I ever heard one, Daddy." Kathryn broke the
silence.

   "It sure was, Darling." I responded.  "Think it took a lot out of our
girl.  She's as limp as a ragdoll now."

   "You two need to get to bed...  Our baby needs sleep, Daddy." Kathryn
whispered.  "Goodnight!"

   "Goodnight Lover!" I rasped.

   "Good...  night...Mommy...  And thank you." Erin managed to croak.

   "What are you thanking me for, sweetie?" Kathryn asked.

   "For letting Daddy do that..." Erin sighed with contentment.

   "I know he likes doing it darling." Kathryn responded.  "Now you two go
to bed.  Good night!" and the line went dead.

   I picked Erin up in my arms and carried her the few steps to the bed. 
She snuggled in while I undressed.