Date: Thu, 3 May 2001 15:10:06 -0500 From: Tom Emerson <thomas@btl.net> Subject: Ropeyarn (Act. II) ROPEYARN (ACT II) (M/b, M/f, incest.) by Feather Touch Andrew Pubescent theater boy, actor, singer, son of Ruby. Ruby Andrew's mother. Rachel. The little sis. Canfield. A mature teenager, friend of the family, and theater person. Feathered Places Canfield's Indian persona; he may start with another Indian name. The story so far. In the late 1870s a theater troupe moves westward. The second act occurs, not in Missouri, as one might believe from having read the first act, but in Colorado. (If I changed horses in mid-stream, it least it was the Colorado.) ACT II FADE IN ANDREW WORKING IN A MINE. HIS FATHER APPROACHES. MR. RAMBANOWITZ Oh, my child, here you are at last. I heard, but I'm afraid it took ever so long for me to believe. Why, this is terrible. Look at you, my poor son Striving against stone, not one jot over our ancestors and Pharos' everlasting temples. You might as well be hewing the nose of an idol. ANDREW Biblical. That's it, precisely. Thousands of feet under a dragon; a world, fetid, dark, hot and loathsome. All for me. A wondrous outcome to a promising child- hood. How could a young Jewish boy ever dream to actually hew gold from the very rock of the earth? And what does it portend, father, dear? I've read of opals in Australia, in the middle of their Outback. Surely a fist full of those beauties, none smaller than a robin's egg, of course, would climb the closer and the faster to the fair heart of the mother of my gentle sister and myself. MR. RAMBANOWITZ Well, it's all confusing. Confoundedly confusing. Riding in cages; oh, I've heard the stories. Your mother claims them to be rumors fomented by disgruntled workers, and, of course, under the strain of our rather abrupt transmigration to a strange land, they will doubtless tend to exag- gerate and embellish that which they actually may have seen. Why, to hear theater people talk of Indians, well, that rather says it. Every feather a token of at- tack and doom. ANDREW Well, father, they probably did exaggerate the size of our cages, though whether up or down is a matter of conjecture. MR. RAMBANOWITZ There, see? So I thought, all along. And as to your mining activities, I feel certain your mother will gladden sufficiently on receipt of a few ounces of gold, even if rudely fashioned. One must remember that in a case like this it is the love that counts in the long run. Family and love, son, they're the ticket. By the way, she spotted this file in the last mercantile to enjoy her patronage. It crossed our minds that were your pick brought to the keenest edge possible it would serve your labors the better. MR. GIVES ANDREW THE NEW FILE, PEERS AROUND MYOPICALLY FOR A FEW MOMENTS, THEN WANDERS OFF DOWN THE MINESHAFT, LEAVING ANDREW TO SIT ON A PILE OF SLAG WHERE HE BEGINS WORKING AT THE TIP OF HIS PICKAX WITH THE FILE. HE SINGS QUIETLY TO HIMSELF AS TEARS DRIP ON HIS ROUGH HANDS. ANDREW What will I cry for next? And for who, tomorrow? A glass for these tears I need to beg, steal or borrow. And what did I ever do `er tromp the board and sing; Work for the good of the show, play the center ring? Pick o' me heart, you are a sad friend indeed Where will I find the will, To swing you - `till the day I'm freed? What is she up to, dragon of dragons, a thousand feet above? Fostering and showering love? Nurturing a nest of turtledoves Am I her only victim, the only vent for her considerable spleen? An end in myself to her madness, solitary victim of the queen? Pick o' me heart, you are a sad friend indeed Where will I find the will, To swing you - `till the day I'm freed? And what of Rachel, long of limb and soft of curl? My Indian compadres, how fare they in this crazy swirl? Feathered Places, has he found a place to stand? Questions, questions, more than there is desert sand. Pick o' me heart, you are a sad friend indeed Where will I find the will, To swing you - `till the day I'm freed? Last night I dreamed I was out, chain off, running about The dream was so exciting, I woke myself with a shout. There was a world, there was a world, and I was part of it. And there was no need of daylight to return me to my pit. Pick o' me heart, you are a sad friend indeed Where will I find the will, To swing you - `till the day I'm freed? AS ANDREW CONTINUES WITH HIS BALLAD WE SEE A MONTAGE OF OTHER MEMBERS OF THE ENSEMBLE, EACH FIRST SHOWN SLEEPING THEN DISSOLVING TO LIFE EXPERIENCES.. RUBY IS AT A PRINTING PRESS SUPERVISING THE PRODUCTION OF HANDBILLS. ANDREW SINGS THE COPY. Boy missing, boy lost, where in the world is my little boy? A reward is offered for the return of my precious joy. Fair angel of the stage, he was to appear this very Saturday night. Please have you seen him, please do you know where he alights? CUT TO ANDREW WORKING WITH HIS FILE AS HE SINGS THE CHORUS. Pick o' me heart, you are a sad friend indeed Where will I find the will, To swing you - `till the day I'm freed? CUT TO SLEEPING RACHEL, DISSOLVE. AS ANDREW SINGS. Boy missing, boy lost, I will do anything to get him back. Play my mother's maddest scheme, play in a fiendish act. Come to our theater, bring your news. Watch me play. Anything for my brother, any how and any, any way. CUT TO ANDREW FILING AND SINGING Pick o' me heart, you are a sad friend indeed Where will I find the will, To swing you - `till the day I'm freed. CUT TO SLEEPING CANFIELD/FEATHERED PLACES. CANFIELD Boy missing, boy lost; this child is for all of us our very world Last seen under the gun, his trumpet battered, his little flag furled. Someone knows where our lad has gone, another knows where he is. bring the child to the theater; that will be yours, which once was his. CUT TO ANDREW'S FINAL CHORUS. ANDREW Pick o' me heart, you are a sad friend indeed Where will I find the will, To swing you - `till the day I'm freed? CUT TO (EXT. DAY) HIGH MOUNTAIN COUNTRY. MINE TAILINGS COMMON ON THE HILLSIDES. THE TROUPE IS ENGAGED IN RENOVATING A SIZABLE SALOON AND CONVERTING IT TO A THEATER. PAIRS OF OUTRIDERS POST RUBY'S HANDBILLS AT TRAIL CROSSINGS AND IN SMALLER HAMLETS. THESE THEMES DEVELOP TO FOLLOW FEATHERED PLACES AND HIS INNER CIRCLE AS THEY COME ACROSS A SIGN READING: "PLUNKETT WESTERN ENTERPRISES / A RECREATIONAL RANCH ./ (A DUDE RANCH AND WOMAN FREE.)" THEY REIGN IN. EVEN THE HORSES SEEM TO SNORT WITH EXCITEMENT. MANAGER OF THE RANCH IS JODY MC COY. THEY TALK WHILE SEATED ON THE EDGE OF A WATER TROUGH. FEATHERED PLACES She's likely to have a long off season. I thought we were over the edge when we did the spinning basket with a ten year old and a brave. She wants to do it with her son and daughter; that's the rumor we're meant to be spreading. JODY We don't have much to do with town, but nonetheless I've heard. The missing son, the handbills; the rumors of a show to end all shows. It all seems a deliberate effort to appeal to, or even re-invent, the lowest common de- nominator. FEATHERED PLACES It's where the money is; the action. Lewd and low, the moreso the more the gate. But there's more to her than that. A real broken clock. For example, I'm sure she knows where her son is, but she sets tongues wag- ging over how he's lost. She forces her daughter to act a shill to get him back; she says she has dreams of the things she'll have to do in the next show. I have them, myself. Dreams. She's offering his own money as a reward to return him. Plus, we've been laying in some strange supplies for a traveling theater, or any theater, for that matter. What we rode in to tell you is to give Cripple Creek a wide birth. She'd probably weed you out before the second show, just based on appearance, but with Ruby Rambanowitz, spell it Ramba, though she might, one can never tell. Whether she's into the laudanum or just walked into a post, I'd keep your group well clear. JODY Point taken. We will be scarce as hens' teeth on the great evening. Meantime, we'd be most honored if you might present a few of your highlights. As it happens, we have an inbound stage with, I understand, a scout leader from north of Chicago and four new members of his troop. I believe their ages range from eleven to fourteen. His daughter also accompanies him and she is said to be thirteen, but very much on the small size for her age. FEATHER TOUCH You wouldn't happen to have a large basket? CUT TO (INT., NIGHT) THE GREAT ROOM OF THE DUDE RANCH. A BASKET HAS BEEN EITHER FOUND OR FABRICATED AND DOMINATES THE BACKGROUND. THE LIGHTING IS DIM AND WE FIRST COME ACROSS FEATHER TOUCH WHO IS TALKING TO THE YOUNG GIRL, ALICE. FEATHER TOUCH I have a very close friend, a girl a little younger than you. ALICE Where does she live? FEATHER TOUCH Her quarters are very small, but she is young and healthy, like yourself, so she hopes for brighter days and wider fields in the days to come. How about you, Alice, what kind of place to you live in? ALICE One that's much too respectable, I'm afraid. But my favorite, favorite, favorite, if you know what I mean, friend, is a Free Spirit. She's younger than I am, too, but we're exactly the same size and we both weigh eighty pounds, soaking wet. FEATHER TOUCH So how did you proceed from a conversation with your best friend to being in the middle of Colorado? ALICE I became willful. Dedicated. And the scout troop played right into my hands, because this place is male, only, the best thing about it, but I figured I could shoehorn my way in, so I left the right lit- erature in the right places. The time thing pretty much took care of itself because I paid provoca- teurs to plant mysterious suggestions and innuendo at my dad's club. I know he likes to look at little boys and girls, like most men, so I was pretty sure of getting him interested, in the first place, and, in the second, allowing me to come and spend the month with him and lots of boys. FEATHERED PLACES Well, you are quite the pioneer, young lady. ALICE My diaries may shock my granddaughters, but I doubt they'll leave them in the blind. Victorianism is the shortest to mental imbalance loose on the planet today. Fancy, that's my friend, says what kids are missing out on is a shame. She even gave me some hints on the last night I spent at her house. FEATHERED PLACES I take it you like the experience? ALICE Very much, though it was a little frustrating to hear her talk of males while we were engaging in female activities. FEATHERED PLACES And your experience with males amount to? ALICE A lot of talk; well, I guess some of it was more panting than talk, per se, but, for all of that, I think I got the idea, even though Fancy says my initiation was a vague promise, at best. FEATHERED PLACES And so what is your agenda at this point? ALICE To approach my daddy in a sullied state. If I'm his daisy-fresh, maiden fair tripping around clouds in clouds of white chiffon he'll get all romantic and weepy. Who needs that? For his own good and his own reputation, I want to be womanized in no uncertain man- ner, so he's smiling when he climbs from me, not feeling shame and remorse. That's nor- mal thinking for a Free Spirit. FEATHERED PLACES Well, you've come to a good place to be understood, and I guess we have, too. ALICE I've never been in a show, before, except, you know, at school, I hope I don't make a fool of myself. FEATHERED PLACES We'll keep the basket from spinning too fast and making you dizzy. Other than that, you will have no problem, and, in all likelihood, will enjoy you performance with your father as much as anyone. ALICE Did you teach your little friend about the things I'm going to be doing later with dad? FEATHERED PLACES That's a long story, but the short answer is, yes, in part, I taught her. She was very curious as to what happened at the end, for the male, so I was honored to be asked to teach her that par- ticular aspect of the overall event. ALICE And the experience drove you so wild you became an Indian? FEATHERED PLACES Well, now, I guess I never quite thought of it in quite in such a manner, but, yes; many things happened in a short period of time and thus you see before you and Indian of a New England extraction and New York background. One should really move in the other direction, but New Yorkers are not cherished in Boston, at all, so perhaps it is for the best. ALICE Well, in Chicago, we just work. If it wasn't for Fancy and other Free Spirit influences I'd be a sad creature, indeed. I love to knit and play parlor games as much as the next girl, but that still leaves the hour between the last candle and going to sleep. Most children just wonder and toss and turn, as I used to. No more of that. Not with my dad just down the hall, and certainly not this month with you and your boys and dad's boys and the thirty men and boys that were here when we arrived. I'm a girl I heaven, Feathered Touch, and I'd be honored if you'd be my first angel and show me what you showed your little girlfriend. FEATHERED PLACES Here? Or, in private? ALICE I want you to take my top off; I don't have much, but Fancy says that doesn't matter. Then, I'd like you to hold hands with me while I walk with you, by dad, and to a private place where the two of us can be alone? Do you think that will give him any ideas? FEATHER TOUCH How long? ALICE Fancy says we should play together for about an hour. You can release on my breasts, just before I go to dad. If that doesn't give him the idea, then we'll go back in private, and you can sperm up inside me. Fancy says her brother redoubles him- self when he knows she's just been with one of his friends. If it doesn't work it private, you can bring me out here and let your friends sully me until he gives in. Whatever it takes. THE TINY GIRL AND STRAPPING ANGLO/INDIAN CONTINUE THEIR CONVERSATION, PRIVATE IN A NOOK OF THE GREAT ROOM. IN A FEW MOMENTS SHE LOWERS HER HEAD AND HE KISSES HER JUST UNDER THE BROWN BANGS THAT DROP A PRETTY INCH DOWN HER WIDE FOREHEAD. THE TWO STARE AT EACH OTHER FOR MOMENTS, THEN ALICE'S HANDS GO TO CANFIELD'S. SHE LOOPS HER RIGHT INDEX FINGER UNDER HIS LEFT, AND LEADS HIM TO THE TOP BUTTON OF HER EXPENSIVE SILK BLOUSE. AS HE BENDS TO THE CHILD, FEATHERED PLACES REMOVES HIS HEADBAND AND HIS INDIAN BRAIDS. ALICE GIGGLES AT THE CHANGE, AND IS THEN A BIT TAKEN ABACK. ALICE I shouldn't feel different, but I do. Watching you go from Brave to preppie athlete. And it's all twisted. I should feel relief, and I do; you're my kind, even if you were too lazy to walk to god's country, but I don't want relief. I mean that's exactly what I want, but… CANFIELD Well, I'm honorary, in the savage department, that's the bottom line. What I might suggest is engaging my perhaps overly familiar touch, for the first episode, on the assumption that all my Yankee larnin' of meself will result in a lingering experience fully engaging at least the major part of the hour you mentioned, and should you find the experience insufficiently wild, that assuming your father does not to take to his manly duties the instant after he gazes upon your sperm-slicked chest, I will endeavor to find you satisfactory mounts from my stable mates. They will be rough, hard and deep; on a tiny girl like yourself, as much wildness as you might wish to survive. ALICE Cut you, high card. ALICE RETRIEVES A DECK FROM HER PURSE, AND CUTS A TEN TO CANFIELD'S SIX. SHE HOLDS HER WINNER ALOFT. ALICE I just wanted to win. It makes it my choice, I hope you understand, my brave preppie. AGAIN THE PRETTY FACE WITH ITS LONG, BROWN BANGS LOWER TO CANFIELD'S GENTLE KISSES ON HER FORHEAD. ALICE You can untie my braids, if you want. Dad's never seen me with my hair loose. It might help. CANFIELD It can't hurt. ALICE RETRIEVES CANFIELD'S FINGER, LEADING IT AGAIN TO HER BUTTON. ALICE The hair can wait for the moment, start here. CANFIELD We've got an hour, darling, and the longer we play, the more excited you father is going to be when he sees what I've done to you. So just let me lead, this first time; after that, it will always be you. Okay? ALICE I do want to make him as happy as he's made me all these years. Can I tell you a secret? CANFIELD Yes, of course. ALICE I want him to, you know, do what he did to my mom. Make a little sister or brother in me. I'm thirteen, even if I am small. CANFIELD You're too small, angle; much to small. Having a child would kill you and the baby deader than a doorknob and to be a free spirit it is imperative you have a spirit, in the first place. ALICE I doubt your stable-mates would take such a chivalrous view of my plight. CANFIELD On the other hand, with them you'd be enjoying the full passion and excitement of young womanhood, instead of having an older know- it-all recite you chapter and verse from the latest in medical journals. ALICE I do not find our conversation un-exciting. CANFIELD Nor, I. ALICE BRINGS HIS FINGERS TO HER HAIR, AND CANFIELD SETS TO UNRAVELLING THE SCHOOL-GIRL BRAIDS AS SHE BENDS TO HIM AND HE KISSES THE TOP OF HER HEAD. IN MOMENTS HIS FINGERS ARE COVERED IN CASCADES OF SOFT BROWN SILK AND SHE LOOKS UP TO HIM, OVAL-FACED, ROUND-EYED, AND SCARED. CANFIELD LEANS TO HER AND GENTLY KISSES THE LITTLE GIRL'S CHEEKS, EYES AND NOSE. SHE AGAIN BRINGS HIS FINGER TO HER TOP BUTTON AND HE MEETS HER BIG BROWN EYES AS HE EASES IT LOOSE. CANFIELD It should be your dad doing this to you, darling. ALICE But he wouldn't. Not if I was a virgin. It has to be this way. He won't even touch his scouts unless he knows they've been with someone else, first. And they're boys. His little girl-child doesn't stand a chance. CANFIELD Well, the way I see it, lass, is that you're not in the market for a place to stand. ALICE Point taken. BY NOW CANFIELD HAS FINISHED WITH THE TOP BUTTON OF THE MOUSY LITTLE GIRL. HE SPREADS THE FABRIC EXPOSING A FIRST PATCH OF NAKED FLESH JUST UNDER HER TENDER THROAT. NIBBLING AND LICKING AT HER NOSE AND CHEEKS, HE PRESSES HIS LIPS TO HER PRETTY GIRLISH MOUTH. ALICE TURNS SLIGHTLY AWAY AND PUTTING A FINGER ON CANFIELD'S LEFT CHEEKBONE SHE PUSHES HIM TENDERLY ASIDE. ALICE Not on the lips, that's just for daddy. CANFIELD I don't know if he knows it or not, but tonight you father is going to be the luckiest man in the world. Not just tonight, either. ALICE I'm feeling lucky with my Brave preppie, too. The moreso the more you work at my buttons. CANFIELD Your luck is going to change if I get so nervous I start to fumble. ALICE But you've done this to a little girl before. CANFIELD That's why I'm nervous. BY NOW CANNY IS AT THE CHILD'S THIRD BUTTON. HE SPREADS THE SILK OF HER BLOUSE, THEN GENTLY PULLS DOWN HER SLIP TO JUST ABOVE HER NIPPLES. AS HE RUNS HIS FINGERS IN GENTLE CIRCLES OVER HER CHEST HE WHISPERS TO THE CHILD. CANFIELD You're wearing a brassiere. ALICE It's a present from Fancy. I've got a crush on her big brother and it's the one she was wearing when he made his first male display with her. She said it took two days to dry after what he did to her and she's never washed it. I can still smell the musk of his seed if I hold it to my nose. Why don't you pull my slip down and see if you can smell anything. CANNY BEGINS TO FOLLOW HER SUGGESTION; FINISHES THE BUTTONS TO HER WAIST, THEN SPREADS HER WHITE BLOUSE FROM HER SHOULDERS AND SMOOTHING THE FABRIC BEHIND HER, IS ABOUT TO PEEL DOWN HER SLIP WHEN HIS ATTENTION IS ATTRACTED BY THE DELICATE CHILDISH SHOULDERS NOW NUDE TO HIS VIEW. KISSING HER HURRIEDLY ON THE BROW, HE MOVES HIS LIPS TO HER LONG SWAN NECK, AND, STARTING JUST UNDER THE LITTLE GIRL'S LEFT EAR, NUZZLES AND KISSES HIS WAY DOWNWARD, THEN SLOWLY OUT. ALICE BRINGS HIS FINGERS TO HER FACE AND KISSES THEM, LOLLING HER HEAD SO HER LONG BROWN HAIR PILLOWS HIS GENTLE ADVANCES. ALICE See? I brought some hay for my hungry young stallion. CANFIELD It's too brown to be hay. I'd prefer the flesh of a delicate girl child, at least five years under age. ALICE Well, heavens, by that standard, I'm almost spoiled. Might I suggest you hurry along so as not to have your meal endangered by flesh too chewy to swallow. Can you smell anything on my bra? CANNY GROANS INTO THE CLEFT OF THE CHILD'S LONG, SLIM NECK AND PRETTY BIRD SHOULDER. KISSING HER WETLY HE PEELS THE STRAPS OF THE SLIP ASIDE AND DOWN HER ARMS, THEN LOWERS THE GOSSAMAR TO THE TOP OF THE DELICATE PINK FABRIC OF THE CHILDISH BRA. HE INHALES DEEPLY AND WITH A GROAN RETURNS TO THE JOINING OF SLIM NECK AND SHOULDER. CANFIELD I can smell him. ALICE I want him to smell you when we get home. Wipe me with it, later. That can be a special secret between you and Jack, that's Fancy's brother. Just the four of us, and he'll get to know you in a special way, as you know him; that might make things exciting if we all manage to get together someday. That is, if I've not grown all chewy and tough. CANFIELD Lord, child, I have a girlfriend older than I am. Tender youth is but a transient nov- elty. A girl you age can be rented from many a poor woman for ten dollars a night and few women get rich hiring out their tender daughters. ALICE So you're telling me besides maintaining the tenderest of my physical charms I have to burden myself with developing a personality so a tender wit is ready to take over the minute the tender meat begins to mature? CANFIELD I'm not telling you anything, darling, merely trying to figure out how in the name of heaven I'm going to make this last an hour so you'll be a memorable sight in the eyes of your father, when he first sees what I've done to you. ALICE Well, that gives me an hour, actually, a little less now, to sharpen my wiles. Should I speak of our love in French, or demonstrate my cleverness with a sketch pad and box of colors? CANFIELD My Lord encourages My Lady to keep it up. Gracious wit and temporizing banter are what are called for, make no mistake. Your friend's brother, Jack, seems a virile young beast, judging from the scent of his spill. ALICE Can I whisper a secret to you? CANFIELD As long as you didn't steal or hurt anyone. ALICE I saw it. CANFIELD What? ALICE How Jack got it wet. I mean Jack and Fancy. They both did it. CANFIELD How did you see? ALICE From her closet. She put her doll's chair in behind her clothes. I was only ten feet away from her bed. I saw everything he did to her and she made him do special things because I was watching. Especially at the end, that's when I got to see everything Jack had inside him. I thought he was going to start spraying peas because we'd picked a ton, that morn- ing, and had double helping at lunch. CLOSE UP: CANFIELD BITING HIS LIP. CANFIELD My little chickadee, you can, if you like, let yourself grow fat; go to pimples and warts and stringy, dank hair; grow hair here, there and the other place; develop body odor, dress in rags and pull half your teeth. Develop a contagious disease or two, into the bargain, and, should you do all these, at one and the same time, you will yet never lack for the company of males such as myself, and in all likelihood, numerous females, and that is a guarantee from me to you on this solemn occasion. ALICE Now here me out. I'm going to take your words to heart. Indulge myself in rich foods and develop bad odors and habits, just to see how brave my preppie really is. After all, a child as child as full of delight and wonder as myself might be impressionable. Might take to her heart advice from a handsome source that was not in her best interest. The only way to be sure is to experiment and learn for my- self. I feel in the mood to begin with imperiousness. CANFIELD And you would have me? ALICE Act valiantly and stay the course. You thought I'd suddenly find myself in need of a chocolate or my fan? CANFIELD I was thinking of what you saw, seated in your dainty little chair and peering through a cloud of little-girl dresses. ALICE I saw a very large stallion, though not of your size, my love, fall under the spell of a very slim young filly, and yield to her wants as daddy will yield to mine once you have covered my front with your sign and I bring him my bra so he can wipe me while he feels me up. I really think that will give him the idea; inspire him. CONVERSATION STOPS. CANNY PEELS THE CHILD TO HER WAIST AND THE GIRL ARCHES TO HIM, HER NIPPLES HARD AGAINST THE FABRIC OF THE WISPY PINK BRA, MOTTLED WITH OBVIOUS STAINING. AS SHE STECHES, CANNY PEELS HER SLIP LOW TO HER WAIST AND PULLS HER SKIRTS DOWN A COUPLE OF INCHES, EXPOSING HER TINY BELLY. HE FINDS THIS WITH HIS TONGUE AND SETS ABOUT METHODICALLY LICKING THE YOUNG FEMALE WHILE HE MOLESTES HER WITH BOTH HIS HANDS COVERED BY HERS. ALICE BENDS TO HIS EAR AND WHISPERS. ALICE My kissing rule? I've been going over it in my mind. I think I was being willful and even if I blame inexperience I still think the decision was hasty and, in retrospect, ill-advised. CANFIELD My beloved, it was brilliant and is brilliant. Someday you'll thank me, but it's a good rule and I'm going to obey. If you want, just consider my reticence an act of ration- alziation, for, beloved, if I kiss that sweet child mouth the way I long to kiss you there all will be over in an instant, and, brave preppie that I am, I never let a plan go awry. ALICE I want you to see my nipples and kiss them, but I'm embarrassed. CANFIELD Do you want to turn your back? ALICE I'm sorry. Is that alright? CANFIELD Believe it or not, the back of a young beauty is just as beautiful as her front, so you will be doing no great disservice by turning so. THEY STAND. CANFIELD FREEZES AS THE CHILD'S FINGERS GO TO THE BUTTONS OF HIS BUCKSKIN VEST, AND DEFTLY UNFASTEN THEM FROM TOP TO HIS HEAVY LEATHER BELT. THIS SHE FINGERS, SLIDING AROUND HIS WAIST AND SLOWLY BACK TO JUST UNDER HIS BELLY. HIGHLY STIMULATED BY THE TOUCH OF THE CHILD'S FINGERS, CANNY JOINS HIS HANDS WITH THOSE OF THE MAIDEN, AND STRIPS HIS LEATHER JERKIN IN A SWEEP. NOW NAKED TO THE THICK LEATHER AT HIS WAIST, HE ARCHES IN MALE DISPLAY TO THE LITTLE BROWN-EYED GIRL WHOSE TENDER SWEET MOUTH HAS TO STRETCH SLIGHTLY TO REACH HIS LEFT NIPPLE. AS SHE TAKES IT TO HER LIPS SHE WHISPERS ALICE This is what Fancy did to Jack. It's what I want you to do to me until after I've been with dad and we can kiss on the lips. SHE LICKS HIM, EXPERIMENTALLY. HIS FINGERS CRADLE THE LIGHT BROWN HALO THAT GRACES HER SLIM FACE AND HUGE EYES. SHE LOOKS TO HIM, AND RETURNS TO THE POWERFUL NAKED MALE CHEST, NOW WITH URGENCY. CANNY KNITS HIS FINGERS BEHIND HIS NECK AND STANDS TO THE SUCKING CHILD, GIVING HER FREE ACCESS. HER HANDS ROAM HIS BELLY AS HER LIPS WORK AT FIRST HIS LEFT NIPPLE, THEN ITS TWIN. AFTER AWHILE SHE LOOKS TO HIM AGAIN. ALICE Are you ready to do this to my nipples? CANNFIELD Yes, love. SHE STANDS SLOWLY AND THEY BACK A STEP AWAY FROM EACH OTHER, ALICE ADAPTING CANNY'S POSE WITHER HER TINY HANDS CLASPED BEHIND HER NECK AND ARCHING HER CHEST SO HER NIPPLES STAND HARD AGAINST THE DIRTY BRA. SLOWLY SHE DISSOLVES THE POSE, DROPPING HER EYES AND LOWERING HER ARMS STRAIGHT TO HER SIDES. SHE GIVES CANNY A FRIGHTENED LOOK, THEN CLOSES HER EYES AND SLOWLY PIVOTS, PRESENTING HER BACK TO HER STALLION. CANNY COMES CLOSE. ALICE Touch my ears first. That's how Jack touched Fancy. CANFIELD UNTANGLES HIS FINGERS FROM THE BACK OF HIS NECK AND BENDS TO THE CHILD IINCHES IN FRONT OF HIM. IN A FEW SECONDS THEY ARE NESTLING THROUGH THE CASCADES OF BROWN CURLS, THEN PARTING IT TO REVEAL IMPOSSIBLY DELICATE FORMS OF HIS SYLPH. HIS POWERUL BOY HANDS GO TO THE LITTLE GIRL'S TINY WAIST AND AS HE MOLESTS HER HE KISSES EAR AFTER EAR. ALICE TURNS HER HEAD TO ONE SIDE SO SHE CAN WHISPER TO HIM. ALICE This is where I'm meant to find out about how much of a man you are by pushing gently back against you, not like a strumpet, mind you, and feeling you against my bottom will make me more ready, in a female way, for daddy CANFIELD Alice, if we are with you, that way, tonight, you may end up with child. ALICE I know, love, you're sweet, nice in anybody, adorable in a preppie, but this is my night. If it happens, and your forebodings turn out to be prescient, well, look at the bright side. I'll have ever so nice a monument, and this night to remember. But I am growing, Canny. My nipples in just the last week. They seem huge and they filled the very second I saw you. They're always full when I'm near my dad. Also, I've grown three inches since my birthday, mostly, my legs are getting longer. My mom says its normal, and I know that from school. It's like popcorn, and I'm ready for my turn not to be an old maid. CANFIELD What does your mother think about your being alone with your dad. ALICE She put her best face on it, when we left, but secretly I think she had mixed feelings. I developed so slowly I guess it must have seemed like forever to her before I was big enough to be daddy's little girl and special angel. CANFIELD So your mother is in the Free Spirit movement, too? ALICE She bore me from my uncle. His name is Pete. He's twenty-eight now, a navel officer. I have a secret picture of him that mom gave me, he's posing like you did after I got your chest bare. CANFIELD So he's your father? ALICE Every inch of him. Every magnificent inch. I'll show you after I've been with my dad. CANFIELD Does you dad know about your real dad? ALICE He held my mom's hand when they made me. It was very romantic; she wanted to be with her dad for her tummy child; that's a love baby from a family member, at puberty. But my gramps was killed in a military accident, a train blew up, so that left her brother, who'd been taking her to his bed from her tenth birthday. So, when she got old enough to freshen successfully, my uncle moved in, in honor of my dead grandfather, but both my little sisters are from him, not from Pete, so our feeling for each other are highly incestuous. I mean, it's as much a state of mind as anything, or so the Oedipal legend has it. CANFIELD Have any of your girlfriends had tummy babies? ALICE Two of Fancy's have. One's even back from her secret trip, with a bouncing, "adopted," little girl. Ellen, the other girl, writes every week from Switzerland. Last she wrote, she was still taking her father from behind, the way stallions take fillies, but they were afraid she was going to have to find a boy for the last few weeks. CANFIELD Sounds like a vacation to remember. ALICE Switzerland is famous for souvenirs and there are better things in this world than the sweetest chocolate.. There's sad and depressing stories, too. But not at my school. If we girls see a girl who looks like something bad is happening to her, we organize and send threatening letters. Once we even pooled every cent we had, plus little Molly for a night, to hire a thug to beat a wayward uncle. He beat him to death, then raped the girl. That brought her out of it, and now she and her two brothers are as happy as anyone in the club. CANFIELD I strongly suggest you follow you natural father into the military. They'd have to take you, because no general in his right mind would ever want to fight you. ALICE I might have a way with generals, at that. Plus, I could live with my real dad for awhile. One girl was allowed to have two tummy babies. My case might have merit. After all, it would be easier if we were posted hither and yon all over creation. After awhile, and certainly, beloved, after I have spent a very sufficiently long time with you, we might live together, openly, dad and I, as husband and wife. There's two sets of parents like that in the club, right now. CANFIELD I just want you to eat well and get lots of sleep; find something useful to occupy yourself, and stay healthy. Then if you quicken to your dad's seed, you'll stand the best chance of coming through with rosy cheeks and a tender smile. ALICE I want a dozen, you know. As long as there's money and a sweet staff of French and Spanish girls to help with the burden, it's a pleasure beyond imagination. Imagine it, Canny, a house with a dozen Free Spirits, each of whom knows his or her natural father, and many of whom are full-blood relatives. CANFIELD Sounds like it might keep you too busy for trips to Colorado. ALICE Heavens, we might move here. At least for a couple of years. This is a wonderful place, though I don't wonder if the thin air might not be a burden after awhile. It carries so little scent. CANFIELD Yes, love, I know what you mean. BRINGING HIS HANDS UP FROM HER SLENDER SLIP OF A WAIST, CANNY NOW OPENLY FONDLES THE TITS OF THE FEMALE CHILD, PINCHING GENTLY THROUGH HER BRA AND BOWING TO KISS AND LICK HER SHOULDER AS HE WHISPERS IN HER EAR, IS VOICE NOW BROKEN WITH PATENT LUST. HE INHALES STRONGLY THROUGH IS NOSE. CANFIELD I'm glad you brought some with you. GENTLY ALICE REMOVES CANNY'S HANDS WHICH HAVE BEEN EASING HER SKIRTS LOWER TO ALLOW BETTER ACCESS TO HER NAKED BELLY. SHE TURNS TO HIM, IN HIS HANDS, AND LOOKS UP, HER EYES AGAIN LIKE A FAWN. RISING TO HER TIP-TOES SHE WHISPERS. ALICE It makes my nipples almost hurt when you touch me down so low. CANNY I'm sorry, love. ALICE I said almost. SHE PULLS HIM TO HER AND BRUSHES HER LIPS, TENDERLY AND WITH A TRACE OF WANTON LINGERING AGAINST HIS. ALICE I love you. HE SPINS HER FIRMLY, AND QUICKLY UNDOES THE CLASP HOLDING THE DELICATE SILK SRAPPING OF THE UNDERGARMENT. THE STRAPS FALLS CLEAR, LEAVING THE CHILD'S NAKED BACK NAKED FROM THE TUMBLE OF BROWN HAIR AT HER SHOULDERS TO WITHIN AN INCH OF THE SWELL OF HER SCHOOL-GIRL BOTTOM. AS THE LITTLE GIRLS STANDS PANTING, CANNY FONDLES HER BACK, SLOWLY BRINGING HIS STONG BOY HANDS DOWN HER FLANKS AND OVER HER SOFT, WHITE BELLY. SHE HISSES TO HIM. ALICE Up! And please don't take any scenic detours. CANFIELD'S HANDS RISE SLOWLY, HALTING AT THE LOOSELY HANGING BRA. WITH A GROAN, HE COMPLETES WITH THE CHILD, HER SWOLLEN NIPPLES SUPPLE AND HOT IN HIS FINGERS. AND BIG. HE GRANS, AGAIN, INTO HER NECK. CANNY Baby love, you're huge there. And your belly feels so ready. You're almost on fire. ALICE Just keep doing it to me like you're doing it now. I know I'll be pregnant in just a few more minutes. CANNY And I'll be performing my show inside my buckskins. ALICE Do you want to see? Then we can get in this position again and I can press back against you, then we'll have to go to our private room so you can display for me like Jack did for Fancy. I want that to be in private, not out here were dad could see us. Is that all right? CANFIELD Yes. THE CHILD TURNS ONCE AGAIN, LOOKING UP INTO THE FACE OF THE POWERFUL TEENAGE MALE STANDING TALL ABOVE HER. CANNY DROPS TO HIS KNEES AND HER FRIGHTENED GAZE FOLLOWS HIS FINGERS AS HE TENDERLY GATHERES THE REMAINING SCRAPS OF SILK ON HER SHOULDERS, BRINGING IT FREE, THEN LOWERING. HE GAZES IN AWE AT THE SWOLLEN TITS INCHES FROM HIS HANDSOME FACE. HIS FINGERS GO TO THEM AS THE GIRL STANDS TIMEDLY, HER ARMS STRAIGHT DOWN AT HER SIDES. HE GIVES EACH SWOLLEN NIPPLE A GENTLE, SUCKING KISS, THEN PUSHES THE GIRL GENTLY FROM HIM SO HE CAN STARE AT HER CHEST AS SHE REDDENS WITH EMBARASSMENT. AFTER A FULL MINUTE OF OGLING, HE REACHES FOR HER LEFT HAND WITH HIS RIGHT, AND STANDS. HE WHISPERS TO HER. CANFIELD We better make our little parade, now; I know it hasn't been even the best part of an hour, but, the best of plans have to absorb shock and change, and I feel sure very little will be lost if we tarry less than an arbitrary full one hour, while, on the other hand, all may be lost if we are even by a single second delayed. ALICE I was hoping you'd say that. Fancy and Jack have never made it even forty minutes, and we may have beaten that, already, not that it matters. If it all ended right here on the spot, or when I push my bottom against you, it wouldn't matter. I mean, it would, but you know what I mean. CANFIELD The pushing-against has to be eliminated, or I'm going to know exactly what you mean. ALICE Try to wait, love. Jack was naked, even his socks were off, when I spied on he and Fancy. I can't be that way with you until after I've been with dad, but I want you completely in the nude except for your necklace. CANFIELD Then, as I said, it's time to strike up the band and begin what may turn out to be a long march, indeed. THE YOUNG LOVERS EMERGE HAND-IN-HAND FROM THE ALCOVE WHERE THEY HAVE GOTTEN TO KNOW ONE ANOTHER. AS THEY WALK SLOWLY ACROSS THE GREAT ROOM, ALL EYES TURN TO THE STRAPPING BARE-CHESTED MALE, AND THE GIRL IN HIS HAND, CARRYING HER PINK BRA IN HER OFF HAND, HER HEAD BENT IN SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS AS THE BOY/CHILD COUPLE SLOWLY PACES THE ROOM HEADING FOR A HALLWAY FIFTY FEET AWAY MR. GROOM, A TRIM AND CLEAN-SHAVEN MAN OF THIRTY, IS PLAYING CARDS WITH HIS SCOUTS. AS HIS STEPDAUGHTER MERGES INTO VIEW, HE STANDS AND FACES HER. AS THE FEMALE CHILD APPROACHES THE MAN WHO HAS LOVED AND RAISED HER SHE LOOKS UP INTO HIS EYES. AS SHE PASSES CLOSE WITH HER BIG BOY LOVER SHE PULLS HIM BY THE SHOULDER AND WHEN HIS EAR IS TO HER WHISPERS TO HIM. ALICE Daddy, I didn't let him kiss me. I'm saving all my kisses just for you. WITH THAT, THE TWO PASS ON, SLOWLY REACHING THE RELATIVE PRIVACY OF THE HALLWAY, AND THEN DOWN IT SEVERAL DOORS, TO A PARTICULAR DOOR. ALICE REACHES WITH HER FREE HAND AND TWISTS THE KNOB AS CANNY PICKS THE HALF NUDE CHILD UP, THE BETTER TO CARRY HER TO THE BOWER WHERE HE IS GOING TO SULLY AND SOIL HER, VERY THOROUGHLY AND COMPLETELY. INSTANTLY THE DOOR IS CLOSED, ALICE DROPS TO HER KNEES, AND KISSING THE POWERUL BULBE IN THE MALE'S TROUSERS, GOES TO WORK, DETERMINDLY, WITH HIS BELT. CANNY STANDS AS IF FROZEN, HIS HEAD BENT AS HE STARES AT THE BEAUTIFUL LITTLE HANDS WORKING WITH FERAL DETERMINATION AT THE SILVER BUCKLE OF HIS RICHLY BEADED COSTUME BELT. SHE KISSES AND LICKS THE SOFT LEATHER BULGING OBSCENLY FROM CANNY'S WAIST, THEN LOOKS AGAIN TO HIS EYES, COLORING GENTLY. ALICE Will you be naked when I pull you down? CANNY Was Jack naked when Fancy pulled him down? ALICE He was wearing silk. You'd have thought it was an iron wall the way the girl troubled and fussed getting to Jack's big, hard penis. CANNY By some happy circumstance, I do in fact, not happen to be wearing anything underneath where your mouth is now. If I were, I feel confident in stating your dad would only have a rather un- seemly, if not unsemenly, token of our affection for each other. SHE BOUNCHES FROM HIS SWOLLEN, BUCKSKIN COVERED BONER TO HIS LIPS AND KISSES HIM, ALMOST LETTING HER TONGUE PLAY TO HIM, BUT BREAKING OFF WITH AN OPEN-MOUTHED SOFTNESS, COMMON TO LOVERS SPUN OFF BY WOMEN. BUT SHE HAS NO THOUGHT OF SPINNING OFF THIS CATCH OF CATCHES, IF WE CAN READ THE CHILD'S MIND; NONE, WHATEVER. ALICE RETURNS TO HER KNEES AND HER DUTY AT THE BUTTONS OF HER STAG. BOTH LOVERS GAZE FROM TIME TO TIME AT THE ORNATE MIRROR THAT GRACES THE INNER DOOR OF THE BEATUIFUL BEDCHAMBER. SURVEYING HIS SURROUNDINGS FOR THE FIRST TIME, NOW THAT THE CHILD AT HIS WAIST HAS DEVELOPED A RHYTHM TO HER DEFROCKING, CANNY SEES A BEDPOST CLOSE BEHIND HIM. WE REALIZE, WATCHING HIM, HIS LEGS ARE GETTING WEAK FROM WHAT THE LITTLE GIRL IS UP TO. MOVING HIS STRONG YOUNG-MAN TO THE CHILD'S BIRD-LIKE SHOULDERS, HE PULLS HER GENTLY FORWAR AS HE MOVES BACK TO GAIN THE SUPPORT OF THE TALL CORNER POST OF THE BED. FEELING A NEW SOLIDNESS TO THE TALL, RUGGED BOY IN FRONT OF HER, ALICE RISES AND GENTLY HUGS HERSELF TO THE MALE'S BARE CHEST. KISSING HIS SHOULDER, AND BITING, SHE RUBS HER SWOLLEN TITS TENDERLY AGAINST HIM IN AN EXQUISITELY DELICATE AND FEMININE MESSAGE. THE TEENAGER RUNS HIS HANDS LIGHTLY IN FEATHER TOUCHES OVER THE LITTLE GIRL'S BACK, RUNNING HIS FINGERS UNDER THE WAISTLINE OF HER BILLOWING SKIRTS AND CRINOLINS. AT THIS TOUCH, SHE BRINGS HER BUDDING BREASTS HIGHER ON HIS CHEST, FINALLY EASING AWAY SLIGHLY, FINDING HIM WITH HERSELF, FONDLING THE TIPS OF HIM TENDERLY WITH THE THIRTEEN-YEAR-OLD TIPS OF HER. LIFTING HIS TINY MATE TO HIS FACE, CANNY WHISPERS TO HER. CANFIELD You've got to get back to what you were doing. With my buttons. ALICE Oh, my love, I will, in an instant. But I want to feel you against me, just for a minute or two, even through all these skirts and bloomers. I want to feel you against me and call you, "Daddy," can you last? CANFIELD SPINS THE CHILD GENTLY IN HIS ARMS, AND PULLS HER TIGHTLY TO HIM, THRUSTING GENTLY AGAINST HER FROM THE REAR AS HE MOLESTS HER CHEST AND BELLY. ALICE Oh, daddy! CANFIELD How long did Jack last, after his penis was naked to Fancy? ALICE Whole minutes. Maybe five. But it was their third time together. That probably makes a difference. CANFIELD That's something you are going to learn for yourself, my darling, in thirty seconds, whatever your course of action. ALICE You sound serious. CANNFIELD Twenty-eight. WITH A FINAL LINGERING PRESS OF HER BOTTOM, ALICE REVERSES HERSELF IN HER MAN'S ARMS AND SLIDES DOWN HER BULL, KISSING THE WHILE. WITHOUT NONSENSE, HER FINGERS FINISHER THEIR JOB, AND SHE PULLS THE LOOSE BUCKSKINS TO THE FLOOR. WITH THE BED POST AT HIS BACK, CANNY HAS JUST THE STRENGTH TO LIFT ONE FOOT IN TURN FROM THE POOL OF LEATHER, AND ALICE SOON HAS HIM NAKED IN FRONT OF HER. SHE RISES IN AWE, STANDING A FOOT AWAY JUST TO STARE. CANNY SNEAKS A GLANCE AT THE MIRROR AND THE IMAGE OF HIS POWERFUL PENIS THROBBING AND HOT INCHES FROM THE CHILD'S MILK-WHITE AND BUTTER TENDER LITTLE-GIRL CHEST BRINGS AN INVOLUNTARY RHYTHMIC THRUSTING TO HIS HIPS AS PENIS SWELLS UNDER THE CHILD'S ASTONISHED FAWN EYES. ALICE Brave, you are huge. Bigger than Jack, and his is straight. Yours is bent to your left. It looks special and different. Oh, baby, I love you. Get me ready for my big, strong daddy. NEITHER TOUCH. NEITHER MOVE ONCE ALICE HAS INSTINCTIVELY SIDE STEPPED A FEW INCHES TO PUT THE CENTER OF HER LITTLE GIRL TUMMY DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF HER MALE. LONG SECONDS GO BY, AND IN MOMENTS A FULL-FLEDGED CLIFF-HANGER HAS DEVELOPED. CANNY'S VOICE IS A RASP DROWNED DEEPLY IN RUSTY LUST. CANNY I need some kind of touch for the end to come. If you lean a little bit you can touch your forehead to me, then we can both look down. ALICE How many seconds to I have. I just want to look at my beautiful, spermy stag until I drop. CANNY Oh, my darling, darling love. I want to look at you forever; your right nipple is a thimble bigger than your left. ALICE And your penis, look how it points just a little to the side so it can be close to where your little baby is going to live, as soon as there is room for him. I know it will be a boy; my first, don't you? CANNY Three seconds. I think. SHE LEANS HER FORHEAD TO HIS, AND AS HER NOW DAMP HAIR TOUCHES HIS WIDE NORDIC BROW, HIS FLOW BEGINS TO GUSH. ALICE Oh, my love, my love. WITH HER LILTING CHILD'S VOICE SHE MILKS HIM, INSTINCTIVLY PACING HER UTTERANCES SO THAT EACH TRIGGERS ANOTHER SCALDING, JETTING SPURT. ALICE My love... my love...my love...my love... my love... my love...mylovemylovemylove... my love... My...my...love...my...love. Oh, love. Oh, daddy. THE BEDPOST CREAKS TO THE HARD THRUSTS OF THE STURDY MALE. ALICE MEWS AS SHE IS WETTED WITH FRESH, THICK STREAKS OF HIS WHITE SPEND. ALICE It's so hot and warm, Canny. And there's so much. Is all over my face and hair. CANFIELD Look for yourself, darling. CANFIELD, HALF USING THE GIRL AS A CRUTCH, DANCES HER GENTLY IN FORNT OT THE MIRRER, HIS HANDS AT THE WAIST OF HER SKIRT. SHE STARES AT HERSELF, HIS SPERM EVERYWHERE IN HER SOFT BROWN HAIR AND DRIPPING IN LONG SLIDES FROM HER CHEEKS AND LITTLE CHIN. BOTH HER JUVENILE BREASTS ARE HALF HIDDEN UNDER HIS EJACULATE. ALICE Take me to daddy, and you help me while I'm in the basket. I was going to have Richard do it, I sort of promised him, he's dad's oldest scout, fifteen, and he's ever so nice, but you've been an angel of angels, and I want it to be you that helps dad with what he has to do. FADE OUT (ACT II) . . . I've kind of given up on editing my Net pieces. It takes vast time for small improvements, and I'd rather take my gang over new horizons. (For the first time, I have a character to kill; I'm sure you understand.) Up to now, readers have been great about pointing out glitches; thanks Maggie and guys.. Act III should follow soon, and, in the meantime, my other posted stories are "Jimmy and Frogger," "The Flyyy," "Dennis the... " and "Creative Camp," plus the first act of this manuscript. To Whom It May Concern:: After fifteen-thousand hours on Word 97, I just upgraded to Word XP running in Windows ME. I don't care what they say on TechTV, if you're a heavy user and you fail to upgrade, immediately, you will kick yourself black and blue when you finally do. One specific example: where selecting and dragging in '97 resulted in an uncontrollable cascade once off the bottom of the first page, XP allows high speeds, and power brakes; stop when you want, move back a page, a line, or a word with a few inches of mouse travel . Plus, it's solid, elegant and beautiful. I hope Nifty's non-commercial policy doesn't prevent plugging this best upgrade, ever. (And I once upgraded to a Commodore 64.) Thomas@btl.net xxx.