Date: Fri, 4 Mar 2005 14:19:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Sin Titulo <sintitulo2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fundamental Principles III

Fundamental Principals III
by
Sin Titulo


	When Allen pulled to the curb in front of Bill's
condo, We sat talking for a few minutes. Allen asked
Bill if he could come in and clean up a bit before he
went home to his wife.  Bill agreed and asked me if I
needed to as well.  I told them I had to head to my
apartment, and that I'd clean up there, and grab a
little more sleep before heading back to Atlanta.  I
reminded them I had an appointment with Buford about a
job.
	"Well, at least come in for some coffee stud.  You
look like shit."  Bill put his hand on my cheek and
patted it, just as a woman both the Rev and I knew
from church came strolling by the car walking a
poodle, whose fur had been dyed to match her hair, a
kind of pale apricot color.
	"Why Reverend Allen; is that you?"  She leaned over
and looked into the car from the higher sidewalk.  Rev
never missed a beat.
	"It is Mz. Raymond.  I didn't know you and Bobbie Ray
lived out here in Marywood?"
	"Johnny, is that you in the back seat?  I ducked my
head, but was too tongue tied to say anything.  What
are you boys doing out here this early in the
mawnin'?"
	"Been coon huntin' 'Lizbeth."  Allen ad libbed
	"Well you all look a mess.  Have any luck?"
	"Nothin' to speak of sugar,?" Bill said.  "Hi, my
name's Bill.  We must be neighbors.  I just bought
number 12 there last month.
	"Really?  I'm so glad to meet you.  We'll have to get
to know each other better if we're neighbors."  Her
poodle, was bouncing up and down on the side of the
car, with his little pink whang completely exposed.
He must have smelled the sex odor we all still reeked
of.  The horny little shit was hot to trot.   "Jimmy
Ray!  Yo'all stop that rat now!"  She stepped back and
jerked hard on the dog's leash.  "You all's
embarassin' me in front of the Reverend!"  The poodle
cowered behind her, for a moment, and then raised his
hind leg and pissed on her shoe.  She didn't notice,
but instead, said: "See you in church on Sunday
Reverend," and dragged the dog off behind her down the
sidewalk.

	Once home, I showered and washed away the night's
activities and fell onto my rollaway bed.  I was
asleep before my head hit the pillow.  I'd set the
alarm for eleven, which would give me a few hours
sleep before I had to hit the road to Holly's flower
shop.  Buford had told me to come by his place, but I
didn't know where he lived.  Holly was going to have
to help.
	With a map and what I could remember of Bill's tour
the night before, it only took me an hour to find
Holly's shop.  I parked in the five car lot provided
behind the shop next to a shiny new Jaguar in flame
yellow paint, and pale violet, leather interior.
"Nice car," I thought,  wondering what it had cost.
At the back of the lot, was a small minivan painted
the same screaming yellow, that had Holly's logo, I
recognised from his card painted on the sides.  I
walked down the driveway to the front of the store,
and stopped on the sidewalk looking around.  The place
was bustling at two in the afternoon, with mostly
women in expensive clothes and hair piled high on
their heads.  The predominant color was blonde, but
none of it looked real if you judged how dark it went
at the roots of most.  When I entered the shop, a
young woman with similar hair, was standing behind a
service counter working on a large bouquet of pink
roses.  Behind her, was a large refrigerated unit with
glass doors filled to the point of capacity with every
color and type of flower.  I glanced around at the
selection of floral accompaniments of vases, and
wrieths and so on, and realized that none of the stuff
was cheap.  I was used to glass vases in my mother's
house, but these all appeared to be cut crystal, or
hand made pottery.
	The young woman was humming a tune as she worked, and
when she felt the roses looked just right in their
arraingment, she stood back and then turned to me.
"What can I help you with hon?"
	"My god!  Holly?"  I was flabbergasted.  She. . .er .
. .he made a perfect girl.
	"Johnny?    Umm, you look even better in the light!"
She squealed.
	"Holly. . .I. . ."
	"Don't worry your little head about it hon.  I have
that effect on a lot of men.  I'm used to it.  What
are you doing here?  I thought you were living in the
sticks somewhere."
	"I am, I mean I was, I mean. . .You know that guy
last night. . .Buford?"
	"Buford; yes?"
	"He asked me to come and see him today."
	"No hon.  He asked you to call him in the afternoon."
	"Well, after I left your crib last night, I ran into
him again, and we. . .uh. . ."
	"Had sex?"
	"Uh, yeah."
	"Did you give or take?"
	"I guess I took."
	"Oh my lord!  You had that big thang up your butt?"
I nodded.  "Sugar, if you can take that, your fortune
is made in this town."
	"Well, that's why I'm here.  I don't know how to get
to his house.  I know it's in Buckhead, but where, I
don't even have the address.  He told me you knew it."
	"I do actually.  In fact these beautiful roses I've
just been working on are for his house.  I have to
deliver them before his dinner party tonight.  His boy
Gil, called in the order about an hour ago.  I have to
deliver them, and you can either follow me in your
car, or ride with me in my delivery van."
	"What ever."  She gave me a hug and a peck on the
cheek, and began wrapping the roses in transparent
yellow plastic to protect them.  I stood there
watching, and half in a daze, was startled when the
front door opened and another young woman entered the
shop.  I turned to look at her briefly.  Holly ignored
her for a moment, finishing her work on the flowers
before she spoke to her.
	"Belle, honey.  This is Johnny I told you about this
morning."  I looked at Belle again, and she was
beaming at me, holding out a hand to shake.  I took it
in mine, and it felt dainty and soft.
	"Ooh, he is more handsome than you let on Holly."  I
blushed.
	"Isn't he though?  Listen sugar, I have to deliver
these roses to Buford's before five, and I'm taking
Johnny here along.  Buford invited him to stop by this
afternoon for a talk."  Belle rolled her eyes.  "Would
you close the shop for me, and I'll take you to dinner
later."
	"My pleasure dear."  Belle walked behind the counter,
and pecked Holly on the cheek.  Holly pulled her work
apron over her head revealing a simple work dress
beneith it.  She asked me to bring the vase of
flowers, and led the way through the rear of the
store, which was stacked high with floral supplys and
more vases.  We left the biulding and walked across
the lot to the minivan.  She poked around in a purse I
hadn't seen her pick up, and then made the van chirp
when she deactivated the alarm on it.  I placed the
flowers in a special carrying box in the rear of the
van, and we both got into the nearly new vehicle.
	Holly talked the whole way, asking me all knids of
questions about the night before.  She wanted to know
how it felt having Bufor's giant member working my
hole.  I told her it had been an experience.  "That
poor man is all ways on the lookout for boys that can
accomodate him.  He doesn't often get the opportunity.
 I know he's always careful with it, because lord
knows I've tried it myself, but some of us just have
small pussies."  My ears were burning with the flush
of blood to my head as she talked.  No one I knew ever
talked so plainly about sex.
	We drove through some streets I thought I recognised
from Bill's tour, and finally entered a long curving
driveway through a gate where Holly had to call up to
the house on a call box.  When the voice answered, all
she said was "It's Holly," and the gate swung open.
We parked the van behind the house where deliveries
were to be made.  A youngish man with gray slacks and
a peach colored tshirt was waiting for us at the
delivery entrance.
	"Hi hon," Holly said, climbing out of the van.  "Got
your flowers here, and this is Johnny.  Buford asked
him to drop around this afternoon.  Johnny, this is
Gil.  He's Buford's house man.  Aren't you hon?"  She
pecked him on the cheek.  He pulled away slightly, and
looked me over without speaking.  He told Holly to
bring the flowers into the kitchen and he'd tell
Buford we were here.
	"He's in the steam sauna right now," he said, as he
turned away and entered the house.
	Holly opened the back door of the van and asked me to
bring the flowers.  I lifted them out of the transport
box, and followed her into the house.  The kitchen was
larger than my whole apartment back home, and it was a
bustle of activity as for or five black women were
working on food preparation at various counters and
stoves.  A thin black man in his mid thirtys was
standing at a chest high counter with a phone hanging
on the wall above it writing something in a note book.
	"James!"  He turned to us smiling.
	"Mz Holly!  How you been.  We ain't seen you enough
'round here lately."
	"Well you know James, you need an invite."  He
laughed.
	"Yes you do.  Yes you do."  He closed the note book,
and gave us his full attention.  "What can I do for
you darlin'?"
	"Just delivering flowers for tonight.  This is
Johnny.  Buford asked him to drop in this afternoon
for a talk."
	"Yes, Massa Buford told me to expect him.  I 'spose
Gil gone to get him?"
	"Yes."  Holly looked around the kitchen, her nose
making sniffing sounds.   "What's that wonderful smell
James?"
	"Might be the duck an' orange sauce Mz Maybell
workin'on.   Or might be the catfish in  lime juice.
Could be the deer flank roastin' on the spit over
there."  He pointed to a large hunk of meat turning
slowly over a wood fire in a fireplace of sorts.
Could be anything in here.  Smell good don't it?"
	"It does.  When am I goin'to get an invite again?"
	"Sugar, you got one in the mail for Saturday night if
I'm not mistaken."  He chuckled.  "Massa Buford
plannin'a nice party for his gay friends.  Nice little
party."  Gil returned just then, and announced that
Buford would see me in five minutes.  Holly announced
that she was leaving.
	"How will I get back to pick up my car?"  Holly
chuckled at my question.
	"Well, sugar, I wouldn't worry 'bout it none."  She
smiled, and after sticking a finger in a pot of
somethng and licking it off, she turned and was gone
out the back door.
	"Massa Buford see you get back to where you want
after your meetin'."
	"Will you come with me?"  Gil said.  "I'll take you
to Buford's library, he'll join you after he's dressed
and presentable."  We left the kitchen, and took a
circular staircase built of Cherry wood, to the second
floor.  When we stepped into the central hall I was
shocked at how large and beautiful it was for a
hallway.  Gil led me to a large oak paneled door, and
opened it on silent hinges.  "You can wait in here.
Buford will be with you shortly.  Browse the book
collection if you wish, but please don't touch the
Bible on the stand."
	"Why not?"
	"Buford doesn't like to see it opened."
	He left me alone in the room, and I browsed through
the shelves of leather bound books on every subject
imaginable.  I was looking at the beautiful antique
globe of the world that was standing near the window
when Buford walked into the room.  He came straight to
me and gave me a tight hug and a peck on the cheek.
"John, I just have to say that you were wonderful last
night, or this morning, which ever the case may be.  I
haven't had such a good time in a month of Sundays.  I
do pray we can become fast friends.'  He led me to an
antique leather couch, and we sat down.   He took my
hand in his two, and held it on his knee.  In the
light, he was a beefy sort of man in his fifties, with
sandy blond hair, a pair of deepset sparkling blue
eyes.  He was just a bit taller than me, but probably
had a good forty or fifty pounds on me weight wise.
He was dressed in tan slacks, a pink shirt, with a
pearl gray tie.  I noticed the shirt cuffs were
fastened with gold cufflinks with his initials
entwined together in a kind of organic vine motif.
They were very attractive.
	"I enjoyed it too sir."  I was a little nervous on
his home turf.
	"Now son, I thought we agreed that my name is Buford.
 I prefer it to sir.  Sir is so formal, and age
consious.  Don't you think?"
	"I'm sorry.  Buford then."
	"Excellent.  I like the way you say it."  He squeezed
my hand, and patted my knee.  "Well now what are we
going to do for you?  From what I remember, you need a
job here in Atlanta yes?"  I nodded.  "So tell me your
story again and let me think about it."  I briefly
described my life in a small town in Georgia, my
impending marriage, and the questions I was having
about my sexuality.  I told him about trying to talk
to Reverend Allen about it, and he snorted when I
mentioned the preacher.  I told him about the shock of
discovering the preacher was not as straight as he
would have his flock believe.  After that, I began to
hem and haw a bit so he asked me a question.
	"From our experience together at the Purple Haze, I
gather you were not a virgin to gay sex."  I blushed,
and he patted my hand again.  "Charming."  He said, in
a low voice.  The rest of the story poured out of me
in a rush.  The encounter with Bill, the loss of my
virginity, the threesome with the Rev.  Losing my job
at the hardware store, our trip to Atlanta, my new
apartment.  It was such a gush of words, I had no idea
if he understood it all.  By the time I was finished
talking, he was patting my hand to calm me down.
	"There, there, son.  It has been a shock to your
system, discovering your sexuality like that, and
uprooting your life, and values, in such a short
period of time.  We need to give you some time to deal
with all this change happening to you.  I take it that
you don't feel adverse to the changes, at least not
yet?"
	"No.  I think I feel grateful to Bill, and the
Reverend for showing me what I really am.  I realized
that I didn't want to marry my girl, but I couldn't
imagine what my life would be like without someone
else to share it with.   I'm glad I met you and Holly
last night.  You both were experiences that helped me
to understand myself better.  I'll always be
grateful."
	"As will I.  You know, with this thing I have, I've
seldom been able to truly love anyone.  There are
usually objections about size.  You are one of the few
to accomodate my needs.  For that I am eternally
grateful.  I wouldn't want to lose you from my life.
So, I'm prepared to offer you a job on my staff."
	"What sort of a job?  I really only know how to mix
paint colors.  It's the only job I've  had since I
graduated from high school."
	"Well, it isn't a hard job, but it will keep you
close to me.  Of course there is adiquate
compensation, and I can be generous to a fault,
because, I am very rich.  I suppose Holly told you
that.  She has such a gossipy mouth.'
	"I haven't given you position a title, but then it
really isn't neccessary unless you require it.  As you
may have noticed, this is a large house, and there is
always a need for another pair of hands.  And then,
there is our thing together.  I don't need it daily,
but often enough, and my religious upbringing and
training prevents my helping myself, if you
understand.'  At first, I nodded, but he saw the
puzzled look in my eyes.
	"I'm speaking of masterbation.  I can't bring myself
to take care of my. . .tensions, by hand.  When I was
a mere boy, my father found me in flagrant abuse of
myself in the tool shed behind our house.  He took a
cane to my bottom that still smarts when I think about
it.  He was a fire and brimstone Baptist preacher, and
self abuse was one of his cardinal sins.  To this day,
I can not bring myself off with my hand.  I need
others to do it for me, and the best is always the act
that we accomplished together at the Purple Haze."
	"Are you saying you want me around to have sex with?"
	"Not only that, of course, but yes.  I will love you
and cherish you.  Perhaps not exclusively, but with
all my heart none the less.  You of course will have
the same freedoms as I have to pick and choose form
the offerings that abound in Atlanta.  I'll not hold
your lovers against you.  I am not a jealous man."
	"Will I live in the house with you?"
	"You may if you wish.  Lord knows there is room here,
but I'll let you choose.  I know you have rented an
apartment in Little Five Points,  and you might want
to keep it for your own reasons.  As I said a moment
ago, there are many offerings here in Atlanta.  A
private place of your own might be more comfortable
than bringing them here to sample.  Besides, this is
my home, not a brothel."
	"Can I think about this for a while?"
	"Of course.  You will come to the party Saturday
evening won't you?"
	"I'll have my friends with me because we are moving
me into the apartment.  I've already told them about
the party."
	"They are expected and welcome."  He stood up, and I
stood with him.  "Now, I must take leave of your
charming presence, because I have a business meeting
to attend.  Can I have Gil give you a lift since he's
told me you arrived with Holly and the young lady is
gone."
	"Yes please.  I left my car in the parking lot of her
shop."
	"Very well then.  Until Saturday evening.  Dress is
informal, but not grungy."  He pecked me on the cheek
before he left me standing alone in the room.  Gil
arrived shortly, and asked how the interview went.  I
told him that Buford had offered me a job in the
house, but that he had not really defined it.  He
grinned.
	"He instructed me to show you the place, and then to
return you to your car."  He led the way and showed me
the entire house, including Buford's private quarters
as he called them.  When we were finished, we returned
to the kitchen, and he introduced me formally to the
rest of the staff gathered there working.  "James," he
said, "Is the real power behind the throne here.  If
you need anything he will get it for you."
	In the car, a new Mercedes convertible, Gil told me
he was leaving Buford's employment to travel.  He
wanted to see Europe, and perhaps even Asia.  He'd
been with Buford for six years, and wanted to stretch
his wings.  "Atlanta's such a small place, you know.
I want to see what's on the other side of the
pasture."  I wondered if he'd made the money to do
what he wanted working for Buford since he wasn't much
more than my age.  I didn't ask though.  My father had
taught me that asking a man's salary was just not
done.
	Holly's shop was closed when Gil dropped me off and
pulled a U turn headed back to Buckhead.  I walked
down the driveway to the parking area, but before I
could get to my car, a window on the second floor
facing the lot, flew open and Holly's head appeared.
"John!  you bring yourself up here this instant.  I'm
dying to know what happened.  That door on the left
there."  She pointed.  I climbed the stairs that
opened into a single large room.  The building had
windows front and back but none on the sides.  Holly
had finished what had once been a loft for storage or
possibly light manufacturing into a wonderful living
space.  Skylights flooded the interior which was
crowded with incredible exotic plants many of which
were in flower.  At the front end a large leather
couch and coffee table had its back to the windows.
Near the center, was a small kitchen area with a
counter for eating and her bedroom, so to speak, was
hidden among a bower of fancy palm trees in pots and a
hanging garden of flowers I didn't recognise.  I was
impressed.  I didn't notice at first, but Belle was
sitting in a chair partially hidden by plants near the
couch sipping a drink nervously.
	"You remember Belle John?"  I nodded.  "Can I get you
a drink?  We're drinking Manhattans."
	"I'll try one, what ever it is."
	"Have a seat on the couch.  I'll be right there."
Holly went to the kitchen, and I made my way to the
front.  Belle watched me coming toward her but said
nothing to me.  Once seated, I smiled at her and asked
if she had known Holly long.
	"Do you mean in the biblical way?"
	"Uh. . .what?"
	"Sexually honey.  If you mean sexually, about a year,
but I've known her personally since we went to school
together at UG.  She pronounced it UGH.  She taught me
to dress like a lady."  It was only then that I
realized Belle was not a woman.  I had been shocked
that Holly was dressed as a woman in her shop, but I
knew of course from our encounter at the Purple Haze
that she was a man.  I was at a loss for words.
	Holly arrived and handed me the drink.  She had a
fresh one in her hand for Belle, and her's was still
sitting on a stone coaster on the large coffee table.
She sat next to me and snuggled into me a little
before reaching to retreve her glass.  "Isn't he
handsome Belle?"
	"Like a slice of peach pie.  Delicious."  Belle
sipped her new drink, eyeing me over the rim of the
glass.
	"You should see his equipment,"  Holly said, and her
free hand slipped between my legs where she left it.
I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my groin.  I
found her sexually attractive, and Belle too for that
matter, now that I knew she was a he.  "Ooh. . ."Holly
said.  "What do I feel stiring down there?"  Belle
leaned forward for a closer look.
	"Holly," she said.  "You are such a forward slut."
	"It does take one to know one sugar."  She laughed.
I shifted my weight to try to releive the growing
pressure in my pants.  "Ooh," Holly moaned, and
squeezed with her hand in my lap.  "We might need to
take this to the bed."
	"Let's."  Belle drained her drink, and set the glass
on the coaster in front of her.  "I've been having
fantasies ever since I met hm this afternoon."
	"You shameless hussy!"  Holly set her glass on its
coaster, and stood up.  "Drink up Johnny.  We are
going to rape you here and now."  She lifted the hem
of her dress, and showed me her hardening cock in her
yellow silk panties.  Belle stood as well, and pulled
her dress off over her head.  I stayed seated on the
couch, flabergasted at both these pretty young women
with good sized cocks in silken panties.  Belle was
even wearing a bra.
	"We've shocked the boy."  Belle stepped closer to me
and dropped to her knees in front of me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs, and she scooted up
between them.  Her hands began to unbutton my shirt.
By this time, my cock was hard as anything had ever
made it before.  She paused a second to feel it
through my pants, and then finished the buttons.  She
pulled my shirt tails out of my pants, and left my
white strapped tshirt tucked in.  I leaned forward,
and the two girls each pulled one of my arms free of
the shirt.  Holly took the shirt and draped it over
the chair Belle had been sitting in before.
	Belle had started on my belt with her teeth.  I
didn't think she could manage to unbuckle it that way,
but she must have had a lot of practice, because in no
time, she was pulling my zipper open with the same
way, and I was half undressed.  Holly in the mean
time, had removed her dress, and although she lacked a
bra, her chest was smooth of hair, and her small
breasts looked rouged with her nipples standing high
with excitement.  I reached for her, and she climbed
onto the couch with a foot on either side of my hips.
I pulled her head down to my face, and kissed her on
the mouth.  Belle was untying my shoes again with her
teeth.  After she had them undone, she removed them,
and began tugging at my pants.  I lifted my hips and
off they came.  She threw them over her shoulder not
caring where they fell.  I was left sitting there in
my undershirt and cotton briefs and my hardon.
	I  broke the kiss with Holly, and switched my mouth
to her left tit.  I sucked at the sweet tasiting thing
until the sweetness was gone.  I switched to the right
and the sweetness returned.  Holly held my head, and
threw her's back, her long blond hair trailing down
her back.  Belle was doing things with her teeth
again, small bites along my inner thighs, and
occasionally a nip on my hard shaft.  I was throbbing
from the attention.
	Holly stood up, and I pulled her yellow panties off
in one quick movement.  Her large hard cock fell
across my face, and I opened my mouth and sucked it
in.  She maoned again, and began to hump my face while
holding my head in a tight grip with her arms.  Bell
began tugging at my briefs, and I raised my hips
again, and off they came.  They followed my pants in
an arc over her shoulder while she dived onto my cock
and soon enough had it all the way down her throat.
Her swallowing muscles working my cockhead made me
squirm and start moaning on Holly's shaft.
	After a few minutes of this activity, Holly pulled
her cock out of my mouth and kissed me again.  She
reversed herself on the couch so her butt was now in
my face.  She bent at the waist and spread her cheeks
with her hands and backed her crack over my face.  I
got the message, and began to do my job.  Her hole was
sweet as well.  I remembered Buford's comment about
Tupelo honey.  I'd have to ask.
	Belle had also stood up and reversed herself.  I
could feel her doing things to my cock, but because of
Holly's butthole in my face, I couldn't see.  But
after a few stroking feelings on my shaft, I felt a
pressure on the head, and then something tight and hot
slipping over it.  I suspected I was sliding home in
Belle's hole.  This proved correct, when she reached
bottom, and sighed.  We sat with me buried to the hilt
in her for a moment, and then she began to fuck
herself on my shaft.  I went back to eating Holly for
dinner, and soon enough we were all moaning and
groaning our pleasure.  Belle was the first to cum,
her first shot spalttered across the coffee  table and
landed in the glass Holly had set on its coaster.  Her
second, she caught in her hand, and followed it with a
third and fourth.  Her cream filled hand was offered
to Holly, and I stopped eating for a moment to watch
as she lovingly licked it off.  		Belle removed
herself from my stillhard cock, and in a flash, Holly
was sitting in my lap impaled on my shaft as well.  I
stood up, lifitng her slight body with me, and bent
her over the couch.  Holding her hips tightly, I began
fucking her hard.  I needed to cum.  Belle crawled
under Holly and began sucking her cock while I pounded
her hole with all I had.  When I started to cum, I
pulled out of her, and sprayed my jism across her
back.  She moaned and then Belle began swallowing
fast.  I pushed back into her hole, and humped her
through her climax, and stayed there until she was
woosy with pleasure before I pulled my softening cock
out of her sweet hole.
	Belle took my wilted cock in her mouth and cleaned it
of both their juices.  We lay in a pile naked except
for my undershirt, on the couch for several euphoric
minutes, before Holly finally sat up, and asked if I
wanted another drink.  I asked for a glass of water,
and maybe a cup of coffee.  Belle stirred and sat up.
while Holly padded barefoot to the kitchen and started
doing things.
	"Holly said you were a virgin until just a few days
ago."  I nodded, looking around for my underwear.
"Who taught you to fuck like that?"
	"Must have been my friend Bill, and the Reverend
Allen."
	"Reverend Allen?"
	"Well, he was my number two, but he showed me a lot.
I guess I'm a quick learner."
	"Honey, you can fuck me any time."  She kissed me on
the cheek, and stood up.  "That was just great.  I
haven't had a ride like that in ages."
	"Don't you and Holly fuck?"
	"Used to, in college, but she takes more than she
gives.  I like to take it too.  I'm not much of a top.
 Get dressed, and we'll take you out to eat something.
 I'm starving.  I was just pulling on my pants when
Holly returned with my water and said the coffee would
be ready in a jiffy.  She started getting dressed
again, as was Belle.  Holly told me to help myself to
the coffee that they had to freshen up.
 	I walked to the kitchen, and poured myself a mug of
black.  I listened to the two of them giggling like
girls as they put themselves together, and applied
makeup smeared with our sexal activities.  When they
had finished, they came to the kitchen looking like
perfect ladies.  Down stairs, we got into Holly's
Yellow Jaguar, Belle in the rear, and me in the
passenger's seat.
	"How about the underground?"  Belle said.  "There's a
bar there that has good burgers, and men."
	"Aren't you worn out yet?"  Holly laughed.  "I swear
sugar.  You are more of a slut every day."
	"Well if that isn't a case of the pot callin' the
kettle black."  Holly laughed again, and pulled out of
the driveway into traffic.  The night was warm and
young.  We were all laughing at every little thing as
we drove through the darkened streets.

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