Date: Mon, 18 Dec 2000 18:57:49 EST
From: LCDRJMC@aol.com
Subject: The Nanny (Rev 2) 2/4

The Nanny (2nd Revision) by lcdrjmc@aol.com

Chapter 2 of 4

The Nanny:  Part Three

   The old woman licked Athena's still flowing vaginal
fluids off her fingers, and smiled.  It was so much
sweeter when they were pretty, the old woman thought.
   She moved to the unconscious Athena's side and gently
flipped her over onto her back.  Mrs. Murphy took a
moment to savor the exquisite sight of the beautiful nude
sprawled helpless on the dirty airplane carpet, her
secret fluids still pooling on the carpet between her
wide-spread legs.  If she never took another girl, this
victory would be enough to last for her few remaining
years.
   She bent down to drag Athena back into the lavatory.
Before she did though, she looked up and down the aisle
to see if anyone was lucky enough to the naked girl's
sexy little exhibition.  On both sides of the short hall,
sweaty faces, both male and female, lined the corners.
Mrs. Murphy immediately recognized them as her fellow
business-class passengers.  "Why, those cunning devils,"
she thought gleefully.  "They must have been secretly
watching me and the girl all the time."
   The old woman smiled kindly at each side.  This is
something they'll never forget either, she thought,
laughing, as she dragged the unconscious Athena back into
the lavatory by her feet.
   Mrs. Murphy happily cleaned the girl as best she
could.  She gave Athena's luscious nipples one more
little tug before putting on the bra and blouse.  She
then dipped her fingers into the young woman's pussy and
swirled them around, wetting them.  She just had to taste
the sweet nectar one more time.  The old woman licked the
juice from her fingers, still amazed at how pure Athena's
cunt was.  Sighing, she finished dressing the girl,
putting on her panties and skirt, then left her, still
unconscious, sitting on the toilet.
   Feeling the success of a job well done, she strutted
proudly back to her seat.

   Athena eyes popped open.  With a panicked look, she
put her hands down to cover her crotch, thinking she was
still naked. She was tremendously relieved to find that
she was now completely dressed.  It had all just been a
terrible, fantastic dream!  She wasn't trapped half-naked
in the bathroom at all.
   Just to make sure, she checked everything: blouse,
skirt, panties, and bra.  She had them all, and in good
condition, too.  Except her panties, which were a little
damp in the crotch band.
   "God.  It had all seemed so real, too," she thought.
She would have sworn that she had actually been naked
only a few minutes ago.  "Wow!" she said.  "No more
airline champagne!"  Her pussy did feel a little funny,
and her nipples were slightly hard, but they always did
that whenever she drank.
   Athena was happy to see that when she got up she
wasn't dizzy anymore.  In fact, except for feeling
surprisingly tired, she felt rather good.  She looked in
the mirror and was shocked at how messy she looked.
   "Well, what did you expect after hiding out in a
lavatory for God knows how long," she told her
reflection.  She reached down and straightened
her blouse, then ran her fingers through her hair.  She
looked a little better, but she'd be happier when they
landed and she could get to her luggage and change out of
her clothes.  They felt dirty to her for some reason.
   Walking back to her seat, she passed one of the
business-class passengers, a smart-looking business woman
in her 40s who seemed to be staring at her.  The look on
her face made Athena feel like she was naked.  She
blushed and instinctively brought one arm up to cover her
breasts and the other she hung down in front of her
crotch.  She could even feel the stranger still staring
at her long after she had passed her.
   "Well, hi there," chirped Mrs. Murphy, smiling up
at the girl.  "I thought you'd died in there. I almost
had the stewardess go to see if you were all right."
   "That was Mrs. Murphy all over," thought Athena as she
smiled back at her guardian angle.  "Always watching out
for me."
   Athena told the grinning old woman, "You needn't have
worried.  I wasn't gone that long.  Only for a few
minutes, I'm sure," she answered.
  "No, dear.  You've been gone for almost two hours."
  "Are you sure?"  Athena replied, shocked she had been
sitting in there for so long.
   "Quite sure."
   It must have been that drink, she thought.  "I must
have fallen asleep in there, " she said trying to laugh
as she said it.  She had never done that before and it
worried her.
   "Well, don't let it concern you.  Have a seat, we'll
be landing in about three hours or so," Mrs. Murphy said
helpfully, getting up so that Athena could pass.
   She was relieved that the woman finally allowed her to
pass.  Athena felt completely exhausted.  She was in no
mood to have the woman's hands on her again, ever!  All
she wanted to do was collapse in her own chair, and sleep
for the remainder of the fight.
   Just before she drifted off, she carefully checked all
her clothing under the blanket, just to make sure she
really wasn't missing anything.
   Sighing, she quietly said to herself, "I'll sure be
glad when this flight is over!"
  "My God," she thought, as she reviewed her recent
association with her unusual traveling companion.  "I
hadn't realized just how confused the old woman actually
was!"  It was truly amazing to her that Mrs. Murphy was
allowed to wander freely about the country like this.
"The crazy old loon belongs in a home!" she thought
bitterly.
   Yet, in spite of everything that happened, Athena
found she still couldn't remain angry at her for very
long.  At this point in the old woman's life, Athena knew
she was like a very young if dangerous child, and
therefore not really responsible for her actions.  Yet,
her kindly personally, carried over from her younger
years, just refused to quit.  She would try so hard to be
of help to her, and become so disappointed when it rarely
ever worked, that Athena's heart still flowed with
sympathy for the remarkable old woman.
   Her last memory of her before sleeping was that of the
old woman sweetly telling her again that she would be
taking care of her all through the remainder of the
flight, and not to worry about a thing.  How lucky could
she be, to have such a wonderful traveling companion, a
borderline dementia case if ever there was one, on her
first real assignment?  No doubt about it, Mrs. Murphy
was going to make a great character!
  She could only hope that her new employers, her new
family as Forthingill would rather say, would prove to be
equally colorful, if hopefully a little less confused and
certainly a lot less 'helpful.'

   A short time later, Mrs. Murphy looked at her deeply
sleeping companion, and smiled.  It was an intensely
cruel, wicked smile, and it would have scared anyone who
saw it.  "Now," she thought.  "Now we can begin, again."
   She lifted up the blanket and saw that she was
completely dressed.  "Don't people undress to sleep
anymore?" the old woman muttered.  Well, now she would
have to do it all over again, she thought, as she removed
the blanket and placed it on the floor.

   Mrs. Murphy had the beautiful Athena's blouse and
skirt off, and was in the process of pulling the girl's
opened bra down her arms when she felt something pressing
against her from the aisle.  Turning, she saw the angry
face of a pretty stewardess hovering over hers.
   "Is there something going on here?" the stewardess
quietly demanded, her hands on her hips.  The small name
tag over her prominent left breast read 'Jenny Jones.'
   The old woman stared boldly into the angry stewardess'
eyes as her left hand flashed up the unsuspecting woman's
skirt and pinched the tender, pouting flesh of her vulva
in a grip of iron.  She watched confidently as Jenny's
eyes first registered shock and then pain as they began
filling with tears.
   "Say nothing or you'll lose it!" Mrs. Murphy whispered
intensely as she tightened her grip on the stunned
stewardess's pain-filled crotch.
   The cringing Jenny's head became a blur in agreement.
   "My bitch and I would like some time to ourselves, if
you don't mind," hissed Mrs. Murphy.  "Unless you'd care
to join us.  Eh, dearie?" the leering ancient whispered
as she gave the stunned woman's sensitive flesh a gentle
message through her pantyhose.  "No?" she said and gave
Jenny an extra hard squeeze before letting go.
    The stewardess, holding onto her wounded crotch with
both hands, ran squealing up the aisle.
   "Now we'll be left alone, my lovely," crooned Mrs.
Murphy softly to her sweetly sleeping prey as she
returned to her work.  She replaced the girl's blanket to
avoid any further interruptions from busy-bodies.  Soon
the old woman was once again happily at work undressing
and fondling the unaware reporter.

   Athena woke up to the unaccustomed feel of her stiff
nipples rubbing on the rough airline blanket.  "What a
dream!" she said.
   She looked sleepily at the seat back in front of her
and saw with a shock of recognition her clothes all
neatly folded over the top.  Not believing what she saw,
she looked under the blanket.  "OH MY!" she gasped.  "I'm
naked!"
   That damned old woman had managed to take all of her
clothes off of her during the night.
   "Mrs. Murphy!," she sputtered indignantly to the
grinning old crone, as she held her inadequate blanket
tightly around her.  "What have you done?"
   "Didn't want your nice clothes to get all wrinkled,
did ya?" Mrs. Murphy gibbered, a thin stream of saliva
trickling down the left corner of her mouth.  "Can't
sleep in your clothes, 'taint right!  So, I fixed you up,
yes ma'am, that I did."
   Athena looked around her in horror.  It was already
morning, and in the sun-lit cabin the stewardesses were
clearing everyone's breakfast things and generally
preparing the cabin for the plane's final decent into
Chicago.
   Athena knew she hadn't a moment to loose!  She
couldn't even go to one of the rest rooms, not in this
blanket.  So, she had to get dressed right here in the
seat.  She let go of her blanket to carefully reach up
and grab the pile of her clothes from the top of the seat
in front of her.
   Athena let out a stifled squeal as Mrs. Murphy said,
"Here, let me help you," and pulled the blanket
completely from her body.
   "No!" Athena gasped as she dropped her clothes to the
floor and silently fought the old woman for possession of
her only covering.  She finally pulled the blanket from
the grasp of the hurt-looking old woman and carefully
tucked it around her naked body once again.
   The small blanket would merely cover her front and
sides, so she could only lean over very slightly to avoid
showing too much of her bare skin while she searched for
her things.  She lowered her right arm as far as she
could and started desperately to feel the floor around
her seat for her missing clothes.
   "Oh, no!" she breathed.  To her horror, she found
that, during her unbelievable struggle with Mrs. Murphy,
her clothes had been scattered all over the cabin floor.
She had just thankfully found her skirt and blouse and
was in the process of looking for her underwear when she
felt a familiar bump.
   She looked out of her window and saw the runway
racing by.  "Oh, God!" she moaned.  They were already on
the ground and she was still naked underneath the
blanket.
   She had to get dressed, she just had to!
   Athena picked up her blouse and clumsily got into it
underneath the blanket.  By the strange way it fitted,
she knew she had gotten the buttons wrong again but at
that point she didn't care as she slipped her skirt up
her legs.  Rising slightly, she pulled her skirt over her
hips as the plane came to a stop at their gate's extended
walkway.  The passengers were all standing now,
retrieving their luggage from the overhead compartments
as Athena swiftly tucked her mis-buttoned blouse into
her skirt and fastened it.
   Mrs. Murphy swiftly gathered her things and, with a
hurried "Bye, now!" to her distressed companion, quickly
scuttled out of her seat and left the cabin with the
other passengers.
   Athena looked around frantically for the rest of her
things, but could only find her shoes.  All of her other
clothes were not to be found anywhere.  She thought of
asking one of the kind stewardesses for help, but was too
embarrassed.  She waited in her seat until the passengers
had all left and started searching the other rows for her
missing things.
   A stewardess walked over to where she was frantically
searching.
   "Did you lose something, Miss?"
   "Uh, no!  Nothing at all!" Athena cried, blushing at
the thought of how undressed she felt without her
underthings.  "I was just... Uh, just making sure I
hadn't forgotten anything, that's all."
   "Fine.  You must leave the plane now, miss.  If you
find anything missing, you can always check with the
airline's 'lost and found' office located just outside
the baggage claim area."
   "Yes, thank you."  Athena gathered up her purse from
the seat pocket and her jacket from the overhead
compartment.  Carrying her blazer, she dejectedly walked
out of the aircraft and down the long empty corridor of
the walkway.  She was acutely conscious of the
unaccustomed movement of her breasts underneath her
wrongly buttoned prime white blouse, the painful rubbing
of her nipples against the heavily starched material.
Once inside the terminal, she could feel the cooled air
against her bare legs and even up her short skirt!
   She had to retrieve her suitcases and find some undies
before she did anything else.
   Inside the deserted passenger reception area, she
found that only she and a rather severe-looking young
woman dressed in a chauffeur's uniform were left in the
area.  Athena looked over the confusing array of signs to
try and figure out how to find the baggage area but was
still so distressed over what had just happened to her
that she failed miserably.  She was getting ready to have
a good cry when the woman came over to her and held up a
sign with "A. Valentine" neatly printed in bold black
letters across the white surface of the sign.
   "Athena?" the woman hesitantly asked.
   Holding back her tears, Athena managed to quietly sob
out a faint, "Yes?"
   "Thank goodness it's you.  I was beginning to think I
had missed you.  I'm Becky.  I'm the driver from the
Devereux estate.  I'm your ride."
   Without hesitation, the sobbing Athena, overcome with
relief, dropped her things and threw her arms tightly
around her rescuer.
   "Whoa!  Bad trip, uh?" the woman asked dryly as she
dropped her sign and placed her arms firmly around the
back of the sobbing woman.  She pressed Athena tightly
towards her, enjoying the feel of the firm proud breasts
against hers.  She felt Athena's back and confirmed that
this supposedly proper young thing was not wearing a bra.
   Athena continued to cry into the woman's shoulder as
Becky's hands moved down the weeping reporter's back and
came to rest on her firm, thrusting buttocks.  Using a
little more care than before, Becky moved her hands
contentedly over the magnificent ass, and was surprised
to discover that this tasty looking cupcake wasn't
wearing any panties either.  No underwear of any kind,
come to that.  And her blouse had obviously been buttoned
in haste.

   "Wait until Mrs. D. hears about this," the delighted
Becky thought.  "She may want to step things up a bit."

   "What a terrible way to start!" Athena wailed to
herself.  "I must get back into my character and
quickly."  She finally got a grip on her runaway emotions
and tried to become the cool reporter once again.
   When Athena finished crying, Becky took her to the
baggage claim area.
   On the way, Athena darted into the first rest room she
saw to relieve herself and fix her blouse.  When she was
in the stall, the reporter was surprised to find that her
pubic hair and inner thighs were covered with some dried,
sticky substance.  Not sure how she managed to spill
something (the champagne?) there of all places, she
daintily cleaned herself off and left the stall.  At a
sink she carefully washed her hands and the drying tears
from her face before she rejoined the patiently waiting
Becky outside the rest room.
   "Feeling better?" Becky asked.
   "Oh, yes.  Much better," Athena truthfully replied,
her natural enthusiasm returning to her.
   As they walked to the baggage area, Athena could not
help being aware of her body under her clothes.  Never
before had she been wearing her regular clothes without
underwear.  Even at home she was always properly dressed.
   She was acutely conscious of everything, from the
rubbing of her naked thighs, to the slight movement of
her firm breasts underneath her blouse.  Especially bad
were the maddening sensations coming from her very erect
nipples after their continuous rubbing on the heavily
starched material.  The longer she walked, the more they
rubbed and the additional rubbing just seem to make them
even more erect, even more sensitive.
   Athena found herself quite breathless when they
finally reached the baggage area.  She was too
embarrassed to tell Becky about it, because then she
would have to tell her why.  It was, after all, about her
private, secret places and not for anyone else to know
about, even someone she liked as much as Becky.  Her
mother had taught her far too well for that.
   After retrieving her two modest suitcases, Athena
said, "I need to visit the rest room again before we
leave."
   "Your plane was late getting in, and we were due back
two hours ago.  I thought you already took care of
business.  So, what's up?"
   "Well, yes, but I...I still really need to find one.
It will just take a moment.  Please?"  Athena implored.
She just couldn't tell her that she had somehow lost all
of her underwear because of some senile old woman she had
met on the flight.  She just couldn't!
   "Look, Athena.  We are so late right now it's not even
funny."  Becky took the agitated nanny by the arm and
started to head for the exit.  "We must leave
immediately, otherwise I could lose my job. Okay?
Besides, you can always change or do whatever, any time
after we arrive at the estate in about two hours."
   "Oh, I wouldn't want you to lose your job, Becky,"
Athena said a little breathlessly, trying to remember to
stay in character.  "Of course let's go now.  It...it
wasn't all that important, anyhow."


The Nanny:  Part Four

   Athena found the ride from the airport in the smaller
of the family's limousines to be truly wonderful.  Not
only did it give her strangely agitated body a chance to
calm down for a few hours in absolute comfort, she had
her first glimpse of the fabled city of Chicago.
   Okay, so it wasn't quite like she imagined it would
be.   Between Becky's high-speed driving and the pouring
rain she hardly had a chance to see the city from the
freeway on their way north from the airport, but at least
she had finally arrived for her first undercover
assignment.  She realized that she was not here as a
tourist, and that she had a very important task to
perform.  However, when her assignment was complete,
Athena promised herself two weeks of downtown excitement.
  She thought of the journal in her purse, and ached with
the need to record her first impressions of the city, but
decided to wait instead.  "Can't be suspicious," she
thought.  So Athena contentedly watched the scenery blur
by her window, as Becky explained to her all about the
city's legendary rapid transit system over the car's
interphone.

   One hour and forty-five minutes later, her eyes full
of wonder, Athena watched as the limousine drove through
the imposing, opened wrought-iron gates and up a long
curving, tree-lined drive.
   It was the Devereux home, and Athena's mouth went dry.
"Whoa!" she whispered as the limo slid smoothly to a stop
in front of the vast Tudor-style mansion.  "What am I
getting myself into here?"
   Becky jumped out of the front and briskly walked back
to where Athena was still sitting, stunned.
   "People actually live here?" she breathlessly wondered
when Becky opened her door.
   "Not just people, Athena," Becky said softly as she
helped the dazed reporter out of the limo.  "You live
here, now."
   They retrieved her suitcases from the trunk and, with
each person carrying one, walked towards the entrance,
Becky placing a sisterly arm around Athena's waist.
   Athena was still so busy taking it all in that she
didn't notice that Becky's sisterly hand on her waist had
quickly slid down to her right buttock.
   "Today you get to use the front door.  Tomorrow and
forever after, you'll be expected to use the side
entrance by the garage like the rest of the help, so
don't forget," Becky instructed, gently squeezing the
firm buttock in emphasis.
   "Oh, don't worry.  I'll be sure to remember," Athena
said eagerly, still unaware of Becky's wandering hand.
   As they went up the wide steps leading to the tall
double-doors, they opened and a well-tailored woman came
out.
   "We're getting the full treatment today, girl.  That's
Mrs. Devereux, come to greet the fresh mea..., er, the
newest member of the staff," said Becky, as she furtively
removed her hand from Athena's bottom just as Athena
whipped her head around to look suspiciously behind her.
   "No, it couldn't be," she muttered.  For a moment she
had the most foolish thought that Becky was touching her
behind.  "Wow!  I must be more nervous than I thought!"
   Athena thought the front doors to the house must be
enormous, because they made her new employer look so
tiny.  When they went up to her, Athena realized that she
wasn't just small, she was very small.  Mrs. Devereux was
in fact the smallest woman Athena had ever seen.  She
couldn't have been over four and a half feet in height,
yet she was perfectly proportioned and quite beautiful.
   There was a vague oriental cast to her features that
Athena couldn't quite place, but she understood that
would probably account for the woman's height.
   "Our new nanny.  How darling!" gushed Mrs. Devereux,
her black glowing eyes burning with lust at the sight of
her family's latest plaything.
   In her excitement, Athena had forgotten about her lack
of underwear.  By the time she reached the top of the
stairs the unaccustomed rubbing of her body under her
clothes had made her breathless as her naughty nipples
tried to poke holes in the front of her blouse.  She
wanted desperately to stop and get her breath as well
as her chest back under control but Becky kept urging
her forward toward the tiny Mrs. Devereux.
   By the time they reached the waiting woman, two other
normal sized and surprisingly striking young women
wearing black satin maid uniforms had come out of the
house and were standing respectfully on either side of
and slightly behind Mrs. Devereux, towering over her.
   Athena tried not to laugh at the ridiculous sight, but
still couldn't help smiling as she placed her suitcase
and large handbag on the ground and moved to formally
greet her new employer.
   "I like a girl with a sense of humor," Mrs. Devereux
said quietly, eyes glittering.  "I am Devereux.  Welcome
to my home."
   Terribly embarrassed at making such a bad first
impression, Athena sputtered, "It's just that... that I'm
so happy to be here."
   Athena was surprised when Mrs. Devereux suddenly
reached around her with both of her small arms and took
her in a full hug.  She decided she had better start
playing along and returned the hug.  Athena found it hard
not to squirm as Mrs. Devereux held her firmly by her
behind, with her face pressing almost directly onto her
stomach.
   "Oh!" she unconsciously gasped as Mrs. Devereux's
hands moved freely over her skirt-covered buttocks.
"People do have some strange customs," she thought.
"Better not say anything about it now.  Need to fit in
with the family routine first."
   She saw the two servants disappear inside the house
with her bags and purse.  She suddenly remembered about
her secret journal still located in her handbag.  "Damn!
I must remember to be more careful with that," she
thought, berating herself.
   She knew she couldn't make a move for her purse now,
not with out calling attention to what was inside.
   In her anxiety over her journal, Athena didn't notice
how Mrs. Devereux surreptitiously slide down and for a
brief, glorious moment had pressed her face directly onto
the unsuspecting reporter's vulva and breathed deeply of
the heady aroma of fresh pussy!
  "OH!" Athena gasped again as she felt something press
against her sex.  She looked down to find her new
employer looking inquisitively directly up at her between
the valley of her jutting breasts.
   "I notice you don't use panties or a bra," Devereux
said to the  deeply blushing woman, her hands still
moving comfortably over Athena's firm buttocks.  "That's
good.  We don't use them here, either.  Just cuts off the
circulation."
   "I, ah.  I lost...," Athena mumbled, at a total loss
of how to continue, the hands on her trembling buttocks
proving to be a terrible distraction.
   "Thank you, Becky.  You may put the car away now."
   "Yes, ma'am."
   "Oh, no!" the agitated reporter thought as she watched
a grinning Becky return to the limo and disappear with it
around the side of the house, leaving her alone with her
strange new employer.  "What have I gotten myself into?"
   She couldn't tell Mrs. Devereux what had happened to
her on the plane, it was simply too embarrassing.  Yet,
she just couldn't go around without anything on
underneath all the time!  She just couldn't!  Especially
if she always touched people like this.  It would make
her crazy!
   "No need to explain, my dear.  We run a very relaxed
household here, and in your off time you can dress as
lightly as you please," Mrs. Devereux said matter-of-
factly.  Much more quietly, she added, "Or not at
all if you choose."
   Athena was glad to hear that dress was informal here
at the estate.  She had never considered herself a
clothes-horse anyway, and for some reason she didn't
understand was becoming quite anxious to put on a nice,
heavy set of jeans and a very loose top.
   Mrs. Devereux turned and, with one arm still tightly
Around the young agitated woman's waist, began to lead
Athena into the house.  "Come, my dear.  Let me show you
to your suite."

   Mrs. Devereux took Athena up to her third floor suite
of rooms.  Athena was impressed.  She had stayed at four-
star hotels with less luxury.  As the live-in nanny, she
had her own sitting room, kitchenette, bedroom with a
king-sized bed and walk-in closet, and a full bath.  The
huge marble bathtub was fitted with various underwater
nozzles and their gold-plated controls lined the tub.
  In fact, the entire third floor had been designed
strictly for the needs of the children.  The children's
bedrooms, indoor play areas, and even a classroom were
all conveniently located down the hall from her rooms.
   Mrs. Devereux warned her that, in spite of the size of
the house, they were sometimes short on beds and her
eldest daughter was forced to stay in the nanny suite
from time to time.
   Athena saw that her suitcases had already been
unpacked and her clothes neatly put away.  She saw her
purse but didn't want to make a scene over it while Mrs.
Devereux was there with her.
   "Mrs. Devereux, I feel absolutely wilted after that
long flight.  Mind if I take a fast shower before seeing
the rest of your magnificent house?  I would really
appreciate it.  I could meet you downstairs in ten
minutes."
   "That will not be necessary.  Just take your time, and
come down when you are ready."
   "Thank you!" Athena gratefully replied and walked
quickly over to her dresser.  She grabbed the first
matching panties and bra she could find and dashed into
the bathroom.  She quickly removed what was left of her
traveling outfit and hung everything neatly on gleaming
brass clothes hooks located along the walls.  Athena
thankfully relieved herself and then took a long shower
to wash away the heavy strain of travel.

   Only wearing one of her cute new sets of bra and
panties, the refreshed Athena checked herself one last
time in the bathroom's full-length mirror.  She was
washed, dried, combed, powdered, scented, and ready to go
to work.
   "Not bad, considering the way the day's been going,"
she murmured.  She always felt self-conscious when she
looked into a mirror, as if she and that beautiful woman
looking back at her could not possibly be the same person
she knew herself to be.  Ever since she had blossomed out
at 14, Athena was a little at odds with her body, with
all of its lush curves and bulges, and all of the
inherent if unwanted sensuality and popularity those
curves and bulges brought with them.  Even now, scrubbed
sweet and clean after her shower, she still felt sexy.
   "It's the lavender underwear, of course," she thought.
"Must be."
   Just as well that she was completely alone, and no one
could see her dressed like this.  She blushed as she
though of someone from the staff walking in on her right
now and seeing her so exposed in her decidedly skimpy
underwear.
   "Brrr!" she said shivering suddenly.  She wondered if
it was right to be dressed like this, with all of that
bare skin she was showing.  They would surely think her a
slut if they did see her now, that's for sure.  Still,
like the girl at the store told her when she bought them,
that's why it's called underwear, isn't it?  No one's
supposed to see you in them, unless of course you wanted
them to.
   Well, she certainly did not want that to happen, ever!
Even so, she did want to act like her bimbo sister
instead of a respectable journalist, didn't she?  So, she
realized that, however reluctantly, to keep her cover
some sacrifices must be called for on her part.  Athena
chuckled at the thought of having to behave like her
ridiculous, brain-dead sister.
   "Some nanny!" she said and made a face at the mirror.
   It was a nice set of lingerie, she admitted to
herself, if a bit risque in keeping with her teen cover.
Besides, a special assignment like this required nice new
underwear.
   She knew she looked very good in the narrow French-cut
lavender bikini panties and low-cut bra, with everything
bordered in wonderful lace.  Her underwear were the best
she could buy and she was proud of them, even if they did
put a serious dent into her clothes budget.  She just
wished they would not make her feel so darn sexy.  It was
not something she had anticipated when she bought them,
she simply wanted to look the part, had checked the
sizes, and that was that.  In fact, she only got them
because once to her astonishment she found her younger
sister prancing around their home one entire Saturday
when their parents were gone in a set just like this.
   After what had happened this morning, the last thing
Athena wanted to feel right now was sexy.  "There's
time," she told her reflection.  "I'll just do a quick
change, that's all."
   She was about to undo her bra, when an uneasy feeling
suddenly overcame her and made her stop.  Even though she
knew she was alone in her new suite and that she was
perfectly safe, Athena decided to stay dressed until she
located a more sensible set of underwear.  The young
reporter could not really put her finger on it, but
something told her that it would be better if she stayed
dressed as much as possible, at least for the first few
days.
  Athena looked again at the lush figure in the mirror.
That body looking back at her still did not seem right.
It was the body of a model, or an actress, but not of a
dedicated undercover journalist.
  Undercover journalist!  Oh, my God!  She had been so
lost in her own reflection that she had completely
forgotten she was on an assignment!
  "Mrs. Devereux!" Athena cried in alarm, when she
suddenly remembered who was waiting for her.
   She flung open the bathroom door and flew out of the
room, only to come skidding to an astonished stop.
   "Mrs. Devereux!" she cried again, this time because
there was the woman herself in her bedroom, and she was
not alone.
   "Hello," said her employer.
   Mrs. Devereux and about ten servants had all of her
closets and drawers open and were calmly going through
her things.  Even the contents of her purse had been
dumped onto the bed.  Athena was going to strongly
protest this incredible invasion of her privacy when she
noticed something odd about the servants, who were all
remarkably pretty.  It was the first time she really
noticed what they were wearing.  They were all dressed
the same, wearing a conservative black satin maid outfit
with white apron and black stockings, yet with a tight
mini-skirt which gave them a surprisingly erotic
appearance.  They were of varying ages, and all of their
hair had the same distinct short cut, as if it too were
part of their uniform.
   "Oh my!" the surprised Athena gasped when everyone
turned to look at her and she remembered what she herself
was wearing.  Her indignation was quickly forgotten as
she cringed and tried to cover herself with her hands and
arms.
   "Come here, Athena," Mrs. Devereux firmly ordered.  "I
would like you to meet some of your new co-workers."
   "Could I get dressed first, please?  It will just take
a second," Athena pleaded as she moved quickly toward a
closet.
   "Come here now," Mrs. Devereux quietly commanded, the
normally hidden steel now very apparent in her voice.
   "Yes, ma'am," Athena meekly replied and, still
covering herself, went over to her employer.
   "Ladies, this is Athena Valentine.  She is to be our
new nanny.  You are to treat her as one of the family.
Now, introduce yourselves and make her feel welcome.
Athena, when you are finished here, come to the first
floor library and I'll join you there, okay?"
   "Yes, ma'am."
   The women eagerly crowded around the unsuspecting
Athena as Mrs. Devereux departed.  The new nanny was
somewhat intimidated at first at the sudden closeness of
these vocal strangers, but their natural friendliness and
obvious desire to welcome her into their group soon
melted any reservations she may have felt about their
close presence.  She became quite flattered in fact from
all of the attention, because it appeared that everyone
wanted to introduce themselves and talk with her at the
same time.  "They really want me to feel at home here,"
she thought gratefully.  She must remember that she was
the stranger here, not they.  As they taught her
repeatedly in nanny school, it was her job to fit in with
them, no matter how strange they might seem to her, and
not the other way around.
   The fact that she was standing there almost completely
undressed did not appear to bother anyone, which was
fortunate, because the way they all wanted to hold her by
her hands and arms in greeting, she couldn't cover
herself at all.
   The odd thing was, as she talked, she was sure she
felt hands start to play with the back retaining strap of
her bra and the thin elastic waistband on the back of her
panties.  She hardly noticed it at first, thinking it was
just an occasional accident.  She finally realized with
consternation that they were somehow fascinated by her
new lavender underwear!  They were nice pieces, but
still!  She just could not understand what these women
found so fascinating about them.  Someone was always
tugging on them, or running their hands along the edge of
the material, as if they were clerks checking for a
proper fit or a bad seam.  It was becoming very
embarrassing!
   She soon discovered that it was not just her exotic
underwear that attracted interest.  Hands circled her
bare waist and ran up and down her exposed rib cage,
causing her to loose her breath whenever it happened.
Someone even started to brush her beautiful hair, because
they couldn't believe how thick and heavy it was.
   Athena could not help but be flattered by all this
attention, even if it was overwhelming at times.  It was
certainly more attention then she ever received as a
reporter or at school, but still she could not help but
feel that things were starting to become a little out of
control.  It was all so distracting!  She soon had no
idea what was going on around her, and was having trouble
following the conversation of the latest person she had
been introduced to.
   Worse was the jumping.  She just couldn't help it!
Try as she might to keep from doing so, every time
someone touched her bare skin or gave her a particularly
sharp pull on her brief clothes, she did an involuntary
sexy little jump, which naturally caused her sensitive
breasts to bounce and her exposed buttocks to quiver.
Trouble was, those women were touching her and pulling on
her clothes all the time!  Oh God!  She worried for a
moment at the unintentional show she must be putting on
for everyone, then relaxed.  Thank goodness there were
only female-staff members here.  They certainly would not
be noticing (or caring if they did notice) about such
things.
   Which was just as well, because Athena found herself
jerking so much that the maids kept asking if there was
anything the matter and was she were all right!  She was
terribly flustered!  They must think that she had some
sort of nervous disorder or something.
   The fact was, Athena was feeling rather strange at the
moment.  She was getting the oddest tingles from her
practically bare body!  It was all of that friendly
touching, of course.  She simply was not used to it.  The
brief time she had spent with Mrs. Devereux and even that
friendly driver, Becky, had affected her in the most
remarkable way.  Although she hated to think about it,
even the horrible Mrs. Murphy, with all of her senile
fumbling who repeatedly touched and then stripped her
naked in a airplane, had definitely bothered her in some
way.
   As the introductions continued, hands slipped farther
into Athena's tight panties.  Her increasingly dazed mind
could only wonder what in God's name they could be
looking for in there?  Drugs?  It was just her after all.
Couldn't they tell that?
   Others meanwhile were holding and pulling on her bra
straps and cups, inadvertently causing her covered,
bouncing breasts to expand and contract repeatedly in the
most delightful way in their cups, almost as if they were
being continuously squeezed.  The women were just testing
the bra's construction of course, but why that was so
important to them the reporter had no idea.
   God only knew what they wanted inside her panties or
with her bra!  Just what in hell did they want, anyway?
To embarrass her?  If so, it was working!  She was
feeling terribly embarrassed, with all of those playful
hands constantly toying with her poor underwear.
   She was going to say to something again, then decided
not to.  Athena was so confused.  She did not know what
she was supposed to do any more.  What if they were doing
this for another reason, and not just to humiliate her on
her first day.  Perhaps they knew something about women's
undergarments that she did not, possible defects in their
manufacture, and there was a story in it.  Wouldn't that
be great?  But what if she spoiled it all by making a
scene and they would have nothing more to do with her?
   It was all so weird!  The more they touched her, the
more her mind clouded until she was frequently only aware
of her electrified body and nothing else.  What was
happening?  Athena simply could not understand it.  Here
she was, half-undressed in the center of a group of
women, with their hands all over her, yet she didn't dare
do anything about it.  What could she accuse them of,
being interested in what she was wearing, or of being too
friendly?  Talk about being foolish!  Besides, what else
could they possibly want of her?  What could they want?
   As a brand-new employee, to do anything against any of
the members of her new household now at the time of first
introductions would probably create the worst scene of
all time.  At nanny school they had horrified her with
tales of recent hires being rejected from very nice homes
within the first week, simply because they could not fit
in with the household.  Rejected, just like that!
   Athena was sure she would be out in the street soon
after, thrown out of this fabulous estate as some
hysterical, trouble-making female.  How could she ever
explain that to her disappointed editor, or to herself?
   She was after all a college graduate and a properly
trained professional nanny.  She simply must learn to
deal with the unusual for the sake of her precious
assignment as an undercover nanny.  Nothing must
jeopardize that.  Nothing must come between her and her
rightful destiny.  Not a thing!  It was her ticket to
big-time journalism and absolutely nothing, especially
some minor embarrassments like this, was going to stop
her from using it.
   Helpless to protect herself, Athena could feel her
panties being slowly pulled higher and higher over her
hips.  She was sure her ass were becoming more and more
exposed as the material went between her buttocks, while
at the same time the slick crotchband was digging
increasingly deeper into her tingling vulva, pressing
tightly against the throbbing clit.  When she thought the
pressure against her sex was finally too great and she
would surely cum, fingers would find their way into her
leg-holes and slowly pull everything out again, leaving
her truly breathless at such intimate contact.  She was
grateful, of course, for the thoughtfulness of someone in
fixing her panties for her, but why the fingers had to
linger over her trembling buttocks for so long the
increasingly distressed Athena had no idea!  She was also
almost positive that even her heated sex was accidentally
touched sometimes, and she had to bite her lower lip to
keep from crying out whenever she thought it happened!
   Even so, as humiliating as it was for people to be
adjusting her panties like this, at least these people
thought enough of her to ensure that her privates were
not constantly being left hanging out!  That is, until
her panties worked their way up her hips and started the
whole ridiculous thing all over again!
   Her breasts were feeling tight within their thin
protective cups, while her out-of-control nipples were
trying desperately to pierce holes right through them!
It didn't help that someone was always accidentally
brushing her erect breast tips with a hand, or, (worse)
when someone happened to give one of her cups a tug and
inadvertently got some of her sensitive nipple-flesh
along with it.
   Such things were always happening to her proud bust,
especially in a crowd like this one, and Athena realized
reluctantly that such accidents truly unavoidable,
regardless of how embarrassing they might be to her
personally.  "At least this can't go on forever," she
thought hopefully.
   But it did!  She worried about the size of the staff
at the Devereux estate.  It  must be enormous,
considering the number of women and girls she was being
introduced to.  The problem was that every one of them
felt compelled to inspect Athena's new sexy underwear!
   Not only that, but some had knelt all around her and
were running their hands up and down her smooth legs, all
the way up to the very tops of her thighs!
   Athena was trying to talk with Rose, a pretty middle-
aged woman who was the head of the household staff.  She
was attempting to find out what it was like to work here
when a silly tug-of-war broke out over her panties.
Those looking at the front would pull, then those looking
at the back would pull in return.  Her panties had again
worked their way deep between her buttocks and the
swollen lips of her heated sex.  Her bra had meanwhile
finally been pulled out far enough that her poor breasts
were able to escape from their confinement and were
thrusting proudly into the cool air of the room, while
her bra cups now rested uncomfortably around her neck.
She knew she was terribly revealed by now, but the worst
part was how her body was reacting to all of this.  Her
exposed nipples were amazingly hard bullets which were
translating the slightest touch into mind-bending
sensations, while down below the slick crotchband of her
sawing panties was rubbing continuously against her erect
clitoris, and Athena, the sweat running down the sides of
her face, had to fight fiercely to keep from cumming!
   Terrified, she was suddenly sure that she was being
groped by a group of degenerate cultists or something.
Her body trembled as her befuddled mind worried about
what was to happen next: a climax, death or both.
   Unable to help herself, Athena prepared to scream and
run for her life when, all at once, it was over.  She
noticed that she was suddenly alone.  The women had all
said their cheerful good-byes and left.
   She continued to stand there, her underwear still as
the mischievous maids had left them.  The dazed reporter
was gasping at the edge of a massive unrealized climax.
She was so close to it that she felt she could explode at
any second!
   "How could they leave me like this?" she muttered.
Torn between despair and need, she was afraid to move
less she trigger her own orgasm!
   Athena was not so confidant now about what had just
occurred.  It certainly wasn't some kind of sicko attack
that she had ever heard about.  Even the limited stories
she heard about what happened when her college friends
went to fraternity parties at college didn't come close.
   What was she getting so worried about?  Nothing really
happened, did it?  They said their 'hellos,' admired her
new underwear, and left.  She told herself that they were
just friendly people welcoming her.  She had gotten
worked up over nothing!  How silly!  It was all so
harmless and natural, and she would have been the perfect
fool if she had said anything about it!
   "My God!" she said, terribly relieved.  She had been
close to having hysterics like some Victorian maiden.
How could she have been so wrong about them?   She just
needed to rest a moment and everything would be fine.
She must be still feeling the effects of traveling since
midnight, that's all.
   Athena turned towards the bed and took a step.  The
embedded crotchband of her panties rubbed against the
woman's engorged clitoris and the new nanny found herself
bent over with her hands clutching her crotch and having
the orgasm of her life!
   "AAAHH!" she gasped in astonishment.  She fell
helplessly on her right side to the thickly-carpeted
floor, too overwhelmed by the shocking torrent of
pleasure racing through her even to stand.  She rolled
over onto her back and, with her knees up and her hands
still holding onto her wildly pulsating pussy, a stunned
Athena rode out the storm boiling within her.
   Unable to resist any longer, the reporter coyly
slipped a single finger of her right hand past the
bunched material of her panties and into her empty
pulsating vagina, while her left slid over her spasming
body to tenderly hold her lonely right breast.
   When she had recovered enough to be able to think
again, a disgusted Athena removed her offending hands,
raised her hips and swiftly pulled down the perverse
panties.  Unfortunately, she didn't realize how very deep
they had become and their sudden departure from her
highly sensitized cunt caused her to climax a second
time.
   "NOOOO!" she cried as the second orgasm burst within
her.  With her forgotten panties halfway down her thighs
she tried to stand in panic, but got tangled up in them
and fell to the floor.
   "OOOF!" she gasped as she lay on her back once again,
her hands holding her out-of-control sex.  Her hands knew
what to do, and Athena closed her eyes and settled in to
enjoy the blessed relief of another unplanned climax.
   A quiet cough made Athena's eyes pop open.  She looked
around in horror and noticed Mrs. Devereux watching her
with shining eyes from the open bedroom door.
   Athena's mouth opened to explain, but she was so
paralyzed in shock only a few croaking sounds emerged.
She prayed that the woman would not notice the fact that
did not have time to remove that lone finger from deep
inside of her spasming cunt, not to mention the hand
still lovingly holding her naked right breast!
   "I wondered what was keeping you," Mrs. Devereux said
calmly.  "Please do that on your own time, will you?  My
schedule is rather full, and I do not have an unlimited
amount of time to spend waiting for my staff while they
play with themselves.  That is what you are doing, isn't
it?  Playing with yourself?  Library.  10 minutes.  Be
there."
   The small woman turned on her heel, and left.  It was
only when she met the maids in the hall outside of the
nanny suite that a small smile appeared on her face.
   "Well done, my children," she told the happy crowd.
"Very well done.  I'll let you know when you can finish
her.  Now, back to work."

   "Oh my God," Athena said to the empty room.  "Oh my
God."
   What that woman must think of her!  She really needed
to calm down.  She had just climaxed twice and she was
completely alone!  Athena had done it to herself and she
wasn't even sure how.  What the hell was the matter with
her today?
   "What am I doing?" the reporter cried in horror when
she realized where her hands still were located.  She
tore her hands away from her over-heated body.
   Ever since she lost her clothes on the plane she had
been looking for villains everywhere, trying to find out
who was causing this constant sexual haze that kept
clouding her mind all day.  She had to be more trusting
with these good people.  She was, after all, the outsider
here, coming into a strange home with their own
established way of doing things.  She had somehow gotten
herself so worked up worrying about what the household
staff might be up to that Mrs. Devereux now thinks that
she was a...a Masturbator!
   "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!" Athena said with feeling.  How
could everything go so wrong so quickly?  Oh God!  Oh
God!  It was incredibly humiliating to be found like
that, undressed while flat on her back and touching
herself!  Even if it wasn't really her fault, it was
still a terrible first impression of her.  She never did
anything like that.  Well, hardly ever, anyway.  But for
her new employer to catch her in so compromising a
position on the very first day...!   "Shit!"
   She might as well just paint 'SLUT' on her forehead
and be done with it!
   She stood on weak and shaking legs and very carefully
took off her soiled bra and panties.  She left them on
the floor and staggered into the bathroom, where she
quickly washed off the still-damp remains of her own
obscene secretions.

   Cleaned off once again, and this time wearing one of
her much more sensible if older sets of underwear, Athena
again paused, this time with back to the mirror over her
bedroom dresser, to take stock of herself.  She just
couldn't face herself right now.
   Forthingill from nanny school was right.  In fact, the
old girl had been correct all along.  It was the nanny
who  needed to fit into the family, and not the other way
around.  She couldn't start putting her own values on
things, not yet anyway.  She had to gain their trust
first, regardless of what small sacrifices this might
entail.  Otherwise, she might be forced to go back to her
editor empty-handed, a failure at her first real
assignment as a reporter.
   Athena knew she could never do that!  She had endured
enough shame and humiliation to last a lifetime today,
and she had not really started her new job yet.  Enough
was enough!  She would do whatever it required to
complete this undercover assignment of hers, and let the
rest take care of itself.  She would not let what had
happen today affect the remainder of her time here.
Athena realized that she would just have to prove to
everyone what kind of a good and decent person she really
was, even if it took her entire stay here to do it.
   Having made her decision, Athena felt better.  She
turned and looked at herself briefly, then went to her
closet and pulled out a nice pair of form-fitting
designer bell-bottom jeans and a sleeveless top.  With
socks and running shoes she felt ready for anything and
went to find Mrs. Devereux.
   In all the excitement, Athena forgot to check on her
journal.

   Athena and Mrs. Devereux had finished a two-hour tour
of the interior of the house, and were now walking the
grounds immediately surrounding the large structure.
They were walking through the vast garden that was
located behind the house, with Mrs. Devereux's arm as
usual around Athena's narrow waist.
   "You surprise me, Athena."
   "Oh.  And how is that?"
   "Well, it's nothing important I suppose.  It is just
that after being here for several hours, you have yet to
ask about your new charges.  For a nanny, you do not seem
very interested in children."
   "Oh, my!  The children!  Yes, of course.  Where are
they?"
   "The ones you will be concerned with, my three
youngest, are away at camp.  So for a few days we, my
eldest, Danielle, and I, have you all to ourselves.  You
are lucky in a way.  I have been told that the little
ones can be quite a handful."
   "Yes.  I am so sorry about not asking about them
before now,"  Athena gushed, while thinking to herself,
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!  How could I have missed doing
something so basic?"
   "I did read about your family at Miss Forthingill's,
you know," Athena said, defensively.  "It's just that
this house is so overwhelming, and you have all been so
very hospitable, I was, er, overwhelmed."
   "Ah, I see.  Please keep in mind that, while it might
not seem so at the moment, you are an employee here with
a vital job to perform.  My children are important
to me, and while I don't mind spoiling them now and then
with a treat, their well-being and proper development is
always my greatest concern; therefor, I am very
particular about who takes care of them.  If they are not
happy, then I am not happy.  Do you understand?"
   "Yes, ma'am.  I understand completely," Athena
replied, chilled by the new tone in her employer's voice.
As they walked in silence for a moment, Athena thought,
"I understand all right.  If your spoiled brats aren't
happy, then I'm out of a job.  Shit!"
   Well, she didn't attend Miss Forthingill's for
nothing.  Perhaps this was a good time for them to get a
dose of her 'firm but fair' policy.  When it proves
successful, she could write a series of articles on
professional child rearing ('Ask Miss Valentine!'), turn
them into a book, and then do the talk-show circuit.
After completing her Nanny Expose, of course.
   In the middle of her dreams of wining two Pulitzer
Prizes, while at the same time earning a great deal of
fame and fortune on the talk-show circuit, Athena was
brought quickly back to earth when she heard Mrs.
Devereux say, "I am taking this time to spend with you
because I know all about you, too."
   Startled, Athena croaked without thinking, "You do?"
   "Don't look so worried.  I saw you, remember?
Everyone has to leave home for the first time sooner or
later, and we all have had our youthful urges to take of.
It is nothing to be ashamed about.  I may even tell you
about mine some day."
   Athena was trying not to sink into the ground as she
turned beet-red in embarrassment.  "How in God's name can
I ever convince this woman I do not masturbate?" she
thought desperately.  "How?"
   Devereux looked thoughtfully at the beautiful girl who
was blushing so delightfully.  "Miss Forthingill told me
all about you.  I thought a little personal orientation
on my part might make you feel more at ease with us.
Unless of course," she murmured, running a small hand
over Athena's rounded denim-molded buttocks, "there is
something else I should be aware of about you?"  She
waited a moment, then suddenly slapped Athena's left
buttock.
   "OW!  Oh, no!  Nothing at all!" the shocked Athena
exclaimed loudly, surprised at how such a small hand
could make her buttock sting so much, even through her
tight jeans and panties.  She wished that the inquisitive
Mrs. Devereux wouldn't touch her below the waist so much.
She just couldn't think whenever the tiny woman did that
to her.
   "That's good," the smiling woman softly said, as she
gently rubbed the spot she had just spanked.  "Trust is
so important in a family, don't you think?"
   "Oh, yes," the flustered reporter babbled.  "Trust is
very important."  Her left buttock was tingling with the
effects of Mrs. Devereux's soothing hand and it was
making her very nervous in spite of herself.
   "I've told Danielle to look after you for a few days,
until you become oriented to our life here.  She is 17,
so you will have someone only a year younger to help you
adjust, and to be your friend if you like.  It is nice to
have a real friend around.  Things can become a bit
overwhelming at times in this family, especially if you
are alone and are not used to such a life, although I
would appreciate it if you did not teach her any of your
bad habits.  Which reminds me, I understand that the
staff gave you quite a scare in your rooms this morning."
   "What?" gasped Athena, as Mrs. Devereux's hand now
started slowing moving over both her buttocks.  "Oh yes,
this morning!  I wanted to talk to you about that.  I'm
so very sorry you had to see...me...like that, and I
apologize if I did anything that offended you.  I promise
it will never happen again!  I'm really not like that at
all!  It is just that I'm not used to being touched so
MUCH!" Athena's voice rose as the hand on her tingling
behind slipped easily between her upper thighs, to just
below her crotch!
   "It's something we don't even think about.  My family
came from Europe, where the concept of 'personal space'
doesn't exist, and where touching is the norm for
family," Mrs. Devereux said as she moved her hand over
the soft denim-covered flesh of Athena's inner thigh.
"And we are all family here."
   Athena's mind raced, but she couldn't think of a way
out of this troubling situation without irritating Mrs.
Devereux and jeopardizing her assignment even more then
she had already.  She never dreamed it would be so
difficult, and this was just her first day!
   "It's really nothing personal, you understand," said
Mrs. Devereux as she continued to absently rub her hand
on Athena's sensitive inner thigh, "but it is something
you must allow for if you wish to remain here in my
employ."
   "Oh!" the surprised Athena cried out as Mrs. Devereux
pressed her hand up against Athena's vulva, clearly
defined under the tight denim.  "Yes!" Athena croaked,
trying desperately not to jump away from the unseemly
pressure on her most secret of places.  "It's no problem,
really," the novice reporter said breathlessly, bouncing
on her feet.  "It's going to take some getting used to,
that's all."
   "We hardly think of such things at all," Mrs. Devereux
murmured softly, rubbing the edge of her hand back and
forth along the indented fabric between the flustered
woman's thighs.  Finally, she reluctantly withdrew her
hand and returned it to the relieved Athena's left hip.
   "Come, my child.  Let me introduce you to Danielle,
your new friend."

End Chapter 2 of 4