The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Later on that day, Lynette came downstairs and found me in the billiard room.

“Want to play?” I asked.

“What stakes?”

“Showers,” I said. “How about the loser has to soap the winner to orgasm for every game that he or she loses?”

“How many games?” Lynette asked.

“Until I win one. I have plans for tonight that include you and Kris, and June’s mother tried to wear me out last night.”

“You asked for what you got, Jim,” Lynette pointed out. “Anyway, I’m glad I’m multi-orgasmic.” Lynette broke the rack she set up. Two solid balls sunk.

I groaned. Although Lynette and I were about even in our abilities at pool, Lynette was terrific when she had an incentive.

We ended at five games: Lynette won four, and I only one.

It was a lovely shower.

Kristen and June arrived together in the shower. The two girls saw Lynette blowing me.

“Lynette lost?” Kristen asked.

“She won, four orgasms to one,” I answered, savoring Lynette’s talented tongue on my organ. “She already got her payment.”

My eyes noticed June, and my balls sent a signal to my mouth to order June to get her oral talents over here to replace Lynette.

For once, my mouth was smart enough not to obey such a stupid signal.

Let me take a break from this story to tell you this unnecessary piece of advice. If you are receiving sexual stimulation from anybody, it is never a good idea to ask somebody else to come and take over. This advice may not be applicable to necrophiliacs, however.

Instead, Kristen took June to the shower opposite the one Lynette and I were using, and slowly started lathering soap between June’s legs.

My eyes were glued to the action between my beloved Kristen and my best friend. June’s ass was sticking out toward me, moving back and forth as Kristen stimulated her slowly. Kristen and June rarely spent time alone together, but they did get along nicely when they did.

Kristen was kneeling down, her head nearly level with June’s crotch.

I knew from Kristen’s position what she wanted.

I fondled Lynette’s wet head and I pulled her upward until her lips were about even with my chin. I lowered my head and kissed her fully.

When we broke the kiss, I turned so that Lynette could see Kristen and June. “Think Kristen needs some soap?” I asked Lynette in a whisper.

Lynette giggled and she dragged me over to the other two girls. She knelt behind Kristen, taking a bar of soap and making a lather before she massaged Kristen’s breasts from behind.

At the same time, I turned June so that she was facing Kristen, and I grabbed a bar of soap myself and massaged June the same way that Lynette was doing Kristen.

Slowly, I started moving my prick up June’s ass crack to stimulate the lower length of my shaft, and then, as I moved it down, I redirected the shaft to probe between June’s legs, sliding alongside her pussy lips, spreading them until I felt the slight nub of June’s clit. I continued pressing my shaft until the head of my cock emerged in front of June.

After a second, I felt the flutter of Kristen’s tongue as she started to lick me, and I relished the sensations, moving my shaft slightly back and forth to increase the stimulation that June was feeling.

Kristen was the only woman I knew who didn’t have a problem with licking my cock when it had soap on it. She couldn’t lick any other part of me or anybody else when it had soap on it except my cock. Both Kristen and I figured that this was due to my wish that had my cock taste better than just about anything else, which I guess meant that her brain simply filtered out the alkaline taste of the soap when she had my dick in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Lynette and I continued soaping our partners’ breasts, our fingers circling their skin and occasionally flicking erect nipples. I could feel Kristen’s hot breath on the tip of my penis as her breathing increased.

I started moving my cock back and forth with large movements, pausing when I was as far as I could push to allow Kristen to kiss and lick my shaft before returning for another stroke.

It didn’t take much time before my cock was ready, having been primed by Lynette’s sucking earlier and now with the stimulation of Kristen’s talented tongue and June’s now-erect clit as I slipped back and forth.

Kristen was rewarded with a small eruption, and she took it in her mouth and continued to lick the head. I knew from the fact that Kristen wasn’t sucking me that some of my first spurt ended on Kristen’s face. I pulled back quickly and pushed forward just as quickly, but there was no more semen in my body.

Kristen’s lips reluctantly released my dick, and June bent down immediately to lick up the semen from my first spurt from Kristen’s face like a happy puppy. After a few seconds of licking, the two girls kissed, and Kristen was able to get my seed second hand.

I moved one of my hands from June’s breast and started to fondle between her legs. I hadn’t realized how close June was, as my hand was soon covered with her lubrication as she started to scream in ecstasy.

I continued manipulating the lovely cheerleader and I started to whisper into her ear, “Juicy June... the wettest cheerleader in school!”

“OOH,” June screamed. “YOU NASTY BOY... FUCK!”

Kristen had moved up so that she was able to kiss June on the lips to help limit the echoing as I continued whispering “Juicy June loves getting her ass fucked in front of her mother” and other “nasty” things to her over and over, extending June’s orgasm.

I felt Kristen’s fingers intertwine with mine as the two of us fondled June.

Meanwhile, Kristen reached her limit and started moaning herself into June’s mouth as Lynette’s talented fingers achieved their goal.

Hearing the two friends moaning in stereo was wonderful as their voices echoed in the shower room.

It took only a couple of minutes for the two girls to slow down, despite the fact that Lynette and I were still rubbing the girls. I knew that June had squeezed her legs together to prevent my fingers from returning, and I reluctantly obeyed her wishes.

Everybody was breathless, despite the fact that Kristen and June had only been in the shower for fifteen minutes or so.

June said, “Hey! That’s not fair! Lynette didn’t get to come!”

“Jim gave me four nice ones right before you got here.”

“That was one on one,” June said. “I think we should gang up on Lynette!”

“Massage?” I asked, grinning.

“No!” Lynette protested.

Kristen got an evil gleam in her eyes. “Nozzle, Jim! June, help me hold her!” Kristen pushed Lynette until she was laying on the floor.

As soon as Lynette was on the floor, June squatted over Lynette’s face. Meanwhile, I disengaged the shower massage head from its holder. Kristen had recently replaced the standard shower heads with ones that could be held in the hand and set to various pulsing rates. After purchasing them, I tried to install them, but found that the lengths of the hoses were too short. That was rectified after a visit from a plumber who installed longer hoses on the units.

I went to the changing area and found a flow concentrator that Kristen had requested from the plumber and using a quick-connect coupling, quickly replaced the massaging head with the flow concentrator. It had a convenient control that allowed the water to be turned on or off from the nozzle.

“Nooomph!” Lynette cried as she heard me make the arrangements, her voice muffled by June’s bush.

I offered the nozzle to Kristen, who grinned wickedly. She aimed it directly on the hood that hid Lynette’s clitoris.

Lynette’s reaction was immediate. She screamed and her head moved up, almost toppling June over.

Kristen indicated for me to lower the pressure on the hose, and I did so.

It took only three more spurts of varying lengths before Lynette achieved her fifth and then sixth orgasm in the shower. Kristen helped calm Lynette down by lightly licking between Lynette’s legs.

June got up off Lynette’s face, and Lynette’s face was a mask of pure pleasure. I could only imagine the effect that the nozzle would have on a woman’s most sensitive spot on her body.

I watched Lynette’s breasts move up and down, her beautiful nipples rock hard.

Eventually, Lynette lightly caressed Kristen’s head, and Kristen finally got up, her job complete.

“One of these days, I’m going to nozzle you, you fucking bitch!” Lynette warned.

“Promises, promises!” Kristen said, knowing that Lynette’s threat was empty, as it took quite a while for Lynette to recover from a good nozzling. It seemed that the first spurt, no matter how much we tried to decrease the flow to the nozzle, was always just a bit too strong.

The first time that Kristen nozzled Lynette, I had been kissing Lynette, and her reaction caused a small bruise on my lips as her head moved up unexpectedly as the first stream hit her. There was also some minor bruising between her legs and she was sore for about three days. Kristen learned to reduce the pressure on the shower controls before using the nozzle after that.

So far, no other girl had allowed anybody to nozzle her; although I saw a wistful look from June as she had watched Lynette get nozzled her first time.

This was only the third time we nozzled Lynette, and we now had a few rules that required Lynette to be securely held to the shower floor, and for the nozzler (almost always Kristen) to carefully lick her afterward to help bring her down gently.

I think that the nozzle was Kristen’s special torture device for Lynette to pay her back for what we simply called the “vibrator incident” where Kristen had been set off so hard that it took both Lynette and I to bring her down.

Kristen put the nozzle down, and moved over Lynette’s body so that the two girls were breast to breast and face to face, with Kristen face down.

I massaged Kristen’s back, and caressed her ass. I moved my body over hers, as I silently signaled to June. June’s eyes widened as she moved so that she was kneeling at the two girls’ heads.

I faked a massage rub, and instead rolled Kristen off Lynette.

“Hey!” Kristen protested as June got into position over Kristen’s face. “No! No! NO!” Kristen yelled until her protests were muffled by June’s crotch.

Lynette saw me pinning Kristen’s feet with my knees spreading Kristen’s legs.

“Have the energy, sweetie?” I asked Lynette.

Slowly, Lynette nodded, and crawled until she could find the nozzle.

It took a minute or two for Lynette to get the water back on, and it didn’t occur to me that she didn’t take the same care to keep the pressure low as I did. As it was, Kristen was wriggling too much for me to be able to reach the water controls. When I looked up, my brain noticed that something wasn’t quite right, but I couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

Before I could warn Lynette, the first spurt hit its mark.

“NO!” Kristen screamed, completely toppling June, who, luckily, didn’t get hurt.

“Two more, bitch!” Lynette said, menacingly.

Kristen tried to get out of my grip, but I held her. June tried to get back into position, but Kristen kept her away.

As June was distracting Kristen, Lynette let loose with a second spurt.

“Yiiiieeeee!” Kristen screamed, and she got free of my grasp, but her legs were already convulsing.

Lynette dropped the nozzle and started to crawl toward Kristen. June saw the slowness of Lynette’s progress, and she moved quickly between Kristen’s legs to help ease her back.

Lynette saw June take over and sighed.

June moved up. “She’s freezing down there. Didn’t you use warm water?”

Lynette said, “I... I forgot the hot.”

June resumed her licking.

Usually, after a nozzling, it took Kristen and me to bring Lynette back upstairs. We’d put her to bed and she’d fall asleep almost immediately, and wouldn’t engage in sex for about twenty-four hours.

Now we had two fallen soldiers.

I wondered how willing Kristen would be to use the nozzle again now that she had experienced its annihilating capabilities.

When Kristen came down, she said one word. “Shit!”

I laughed, and I signaled to June that we should bring Lynette upstairs first, since she’s had the most time to recover.

We picked up Lynette by the arms, and deposited her on one of the seats molded into the wall part of the changing area. We toweled her off, and June did that magical turban wrap on Lynette’s head that females seem to know how to tie instinctively.

“One... two... three...” I said, and June and I started the arduous task of dragging Lynette’s sorry ass upstairs.

As we got to the stairway, I realized for the third time that we’d either need to install an elevator or add another bedroom or two downstairs if the girls insisted on using nozzles on each other.

It took us about ten minutes to get Lynette into the spare bedroom.

When we got back, Kristen was still in the same position. I was a little worried, but Kristen wasn’t screaming or anything. As it was, it took June and me about twenty minutes to bring Kristen upstairs. When we got her into the spare bedroom, Lynette was already fast asleep in the middle of the bed. I sat Kristen down as June moved Lynette’s nearly lifeless body over onto what I knew to be the “wrong” side of the bed for her.

I shrugged, and June and I tucked Kristen in.

“I love you, Goddess,” I said as I kissed her good night.

“I’m going to get even with you, lover,” Kristen said half-heartedly.

“Do your worst,” I said, giving her a final kiss on the head.

“They’re going to be out until tomorrow morning,” I told June.

“They have class in the morning,” June pointed out.

I shrugged. “It’s not my problem. They nozzled each other.”

“It’s only four p.m.,” June said. “Want me to make supper?”

I shook my head. “Do you know where Roman’s is?”

“Where Patty works?” June asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“Now, THAT sounds like a good idea!”

Patty was working behind the counter and seemed surprised to see June and me alone together. “Hey, Jim, June! Where’s Kris and Lynette?”

“Unconscious,” I said. “They nozzled each other.”

Patty hadn’t seen our latest addition to the shower room, but had already heard from Lynette about its devastating effects. “They have class tomorrow!”

“They knew that before they started in on each other,” I said.

June said, “I think Lynette will be at class tomorrow, even though she got four to Kristen’s two. She seems to be recovering quicker with experience.”

Patty just shook her head. “So, what will you guys have?”

I looked at June. “Pepperoni and sausage?”

June smiled. “Onions, too?”

“Sounds fine,” I turned to Patty. “How long?”

“Fifteen minutes,” Patty said. “Two drinks?”

June and I nodded.

She totaled our bill and I paid.

June and I found ourselves a comfortable booth, and we talked about Merry’s upcoming initiation.

“I’m going to be first with you during the seven minutes of heaven,” June said. “I think I can blow you properly in seven minutes.”

“No!” I said, automatically, knowing that June’s blow jobs were as devastating to me as the nozzle seemed to be for females.

June laughed. “Something you don’t know, and maybe I’m not supposed to tell you, but if any cheerleader makes you come, the offending person has to undergo a public punishment.”

“Public?”

“Lynette never told us what it was, but we always tried to get the guys right to the point before we left them.”

“You wouldn’t!” I protested.

“Of course not,” June said, grinning at me. “I’ll simply swallow as you shoot. No evidence. Makes you safe for any cheerleader that follows.”

I laughed. “No, that may work, but the idea of seventeen other girls afterward is still too much to bear.”

“Aww, poor baby.”

Patty arrived with our pizza, and then moved into the booth next to me. “Dinner break.”

“Help yourself, Patty,” I said.

“I added hamburger and extra cheese for no charge.”

“Yum!” I said.

The three of us ate our first slice silently. When Patty finished hers, she asked, “So, it’s you and June solo until tomorrow night?”

“There’s Merry’s initiation,” I said.

“But it’s just you and June... two friends tonight?”

“Yeah,” I said. June nodded in agreement.

“Want company?” Patty asked. “I prefer sleeping with friends than with two lovers.”

“Overnight?” I asked.

“Why not? I can try to help rouse Kristen tomorrow morning.”

“What about your mother?” I asked.

“She knows we’re all friends. She doesn’t necessarily approve, but since I’m contributing to the household money, she doesn’t complain.”

I looked at June.

June understood that I was asking permission from her. “We’d love to have you, Patty,” June said.

“Thank you, June,” Patty said. “You are sweet, Jim, to think of June before answering.”

I blushed. “Good manners are always proper.”

June giggled. “Jim is such a sweetie. You should have seen how romantic Jim was last night at Emilio’s.”

I didn’t think talking about June’s anal encounter was a good idea at Roman’s, so I switched the subject. “We can introduce you to the nozzle when we wash all that garlic out of your body.”

“You do that,” Patty warned, “and I will personally bite your dick off.”

“I didn’t say we’d use it. You need four people to do it properly.”

Patty looked at June and then back at me. She finally laughed. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys come up with a dungeon in the area where the garage is.”

“That would have to be in the basement,” I pointed out. “When Marla was visiting, Kris described my music studio as a torture chamber, with the covered electric piano as a vivisection table!”

“You never told me how that ended up,” Patty said.

“She wanted me to take her virginity, but I didn’t want to do it, so Kristen ended up scaring her into reconsidering.”

“And?”

“I don’t think she was satisfied, Patty,” I admitted. “I think she knew Kristen’s intentions and pretended to be scared. She still writes—I received another long letter from her yesterday. This one sounds different—maybe a bit more mature.”

“Sounds as if the two of you found the right answer.”

“Until next summer, of course. But by then, we might have our dungeon complete and scare her shitless!”

Patty and June laughed together.

June then asked me about what her mother said when she visited.

I sighed. There weren’t too many people around us, so I quickly brought Patty up to date on what June and I had done the night before.

“You guys really did that?” Patty asked, totally surprised.

“It was Jim,” June said. “He just seemed to have this idea about my mom, and this morning, when we talked, she said that she always had fantasies like that. She’s not into pain, but Jim made her feel so helpless as if she didn’t have any choice.”

“You handcuffed your own mother!” Patty said, then realized where she was and lowered her voice.

“Jim told me to do that.”

Patty looked at me for a few moments, and then shook her head and laughed. “I remember the sweetie pie that took us to Kneely Park last year. You’ve grown up in a year.”

“I’m still your sweetie pie, Patty,” I said.

“I know.”

Patty needed to get back to work.

June and I went to the nearby theater that was showing a popular movie called Shampoo, starring Warren Beatty, Julie Christie, and Goldie Hawn.

The theater was mostly packed, and since I prefer sitting in the center of the theater, there were people all around us. Even so, during the movie, I pulled June’s sun dress up way over her waist and June wiggled out of her panties discreetly. I whispered instructions to June, and she managed to take off her bra without removing the rest of her dress.

The girl on the other side of June apparently knew what the two of us were doing. Despite the fact that the darkness of the theater and June’s skin, there wasn’t much of June to be seen, I think the girl saw the whiteness of my hand fondling between June’s legs.

During a steamy scene on a bathroom floor where George, the hairdresser, is making love with Jackie, his mistress, I started fingering June directly on her clit. I heard June’s breath catch as she watched the scene and felt my finger between her legs.

It didn’t take long before I could read June’s cues. I moved over and kissed her hard, trying to prevent June from screaming out. It took about a minute for June to calm down and I was able to stop kissing her.

As I moved away from June, I noticed that the girl sitting next to her quickly looked away as I caught her watching us.

“The girl next to you watched you climax,” I whispered to June’s closest ear.

June moved over to kiss me, and before she pulled away, she whispered back, “You nasty, nasty boy!”

After the movie, there was about a half hour before Patty was able to get out of work. We just hung around.

“What you did to me in the theater was nasty!” June said, blushing to me.

“Didn’t you love it?” I asked.

“That’s not the point!” June protested.

“That is the point.”

“Mama’s right. You are dangerous.”

“I didn’t ask you to blow me in the theater!” I pointed out.

June started giggling. “You probably don’t have anything left. I saw what Kristen was able to coax out of you.”

“I’m sure you could conjure up a quart or so, my talented Baby.”

“You’d need a miracle, Jim.”

“Ouch!” I said, pretending to be insulted.

Once the three of us returned to the apartment, we led Patty straight to the communal shower room, and without saying a word, we systematically undressed Patty.

I brought Patty to one of the newer shower heads that I already snapped the nozzle to. June and I then gave Patty a practice spurt on her palm.

“That’s it?” Patty asked, confused.

“That’s not it,” I said. “Think of a girl, fresh from an orgasm, some additional water pressure, that stream directed strategically, and two people holding her down.”

“Oh!” Patty said. “It goes stronger?”

June turned up the pressure.

“OW!” Patty yelled, rubbing her palm where the stream hit her.

“Our first test, Lynette got a painful bruise,” I said. “We normally try to lower the pressure, but I made the mistake of having a nearly comatose Lynette turn on the water when she did Kristen’s first time. All cold water.”

June nodded. “Kristen is bruised. I could see it starting when we put her to bed.”

I sighed, hating to think of my beloved Goddess hurt.

“Maybe you can get that plumber back and find out a way to automatically limit the pressure when the nozzle is attached,” Patty suggested.

“Yeah,” I said. “We never thought about human error.”

“Can you put on the regular shower head, please?” Patty asked. “Just being naked near it scares me.”

“Sure, Patty,” I said, showing her how the quick-connect coupling worked. The water flowed out, surprising Patty, since she was in direct aim, although the shower head was set to a fine spray—apparently, the water was a bit too cold.

We spent our usual forty-five minutes in the shower, fingers and hands roaming between our three bodies with abandon.

I intentionally didn’t bring my partners to orgasm, and they kept me hard but never anywhere near the edge. This was just a playful soak and cuddle between three friends.

Afterward, I asked June for some private time with Patty, and sent June upstairs as I brought Patty into my music studio.

“Is this your studio?” Patty asked.

“Yup.”

“That’s your recorder?” Patty said, pointing to the open reel deck.

“Yeah. I’m working on a special present for Kris and Lynette.”

Patty smiled. “Like your Hooked on a Feeling session?”

“Yup. Feel special, since I only invite one girl at a time in here for my special sessions.”

“Special session?” Patty asked.

“I’m trying to perfect them before bringing Lynette or Kristen in for one. May I practice with you?”

“How many girls have you practiced with?”

“So far, only Marla had a special session here with me. I did something similar with June in school in one of the practice rooms.”

“What does it involve?”

I smiled. “Position yourself on my lap so my cock sticks up in front of your pussy. I hold the keyboards like this...” I moved my elbows unnecessarily close to Patty’s breasts and wiggled her between them. “And then I play...”

I was sitting between two overlapping electric keyboards, which were on different movable panels at different heights so I could switch which one was on my left and which was on my right. One of the keyboards was a new electronic organ that Kristen and I picked out, and the other was my venerable electric piano that Kristen gave me for Christmas. I set them up so that I could get the right sound. I started a good funky bass line for an intro, and then sung:

Green eyed lady, lovely lady,

Strolling slowly towards the sun.

Green eyed lady, ocean lady,

Soothing every raging wave that comes!

When I started playing the first solo, Patty started wiggling on my lap, just as Marla and June did previously. “This is so erotic!” Patty said, breathing heavily.

“That’s the intention,” I said, gearing up for the next bass line resume.

“Ooh!”

I resumed the vocals.

Green-eyed lady, passions’ lady!

Dressed in love,

She lives for life to be!

Green-eyed lady feels life,

I never see.

Setting suns and lonely lovers free!

At the end of the song, Patty asked, “How do you do that?”

Oh my lord. Not Patty, too!

Patty felt my reaction and said, “I was asking how you can do that bass line with one hand, that accompaniment with your right hand, and sing the words at the same time. You’re doing three different things at once!”

“Oh, that,” I said. “It takes a bit of practice, but nearly performer who plays the keyboards can do it.”

“You’re extremely talented. You actually sounded like Van Morrison!”

“Sugarloaf,” I corrected. “Van Morrison is this one...”

I started the intro to Brown Eyed Girl.

“Oh, yeah. Actually, my favorite Van Morrison song is...”

“I know...”

I started the opening chords for Moon Dance.

Well it’s a marvelous night for a moon dance,

With the stars up above in your eyes.

A fantabulous night to make romance,

‘Neath the cover of October skies.

And all the leaves on the trees are falling,

To the sound of the breezes that blow.

And I’m trying to please to the calling,

Of your heart-strings that play soft and low.

You know the night’s magic,

Seems to whisper and hush,

And all the soft moonlight,

Seems to shine in your blush...

“That’s it!” Patty said when I stopped.

“It sounds better with a flute, a drum, and the upright over there.”

“You make it sound better than the original,” Patty said.

To me, the solo part really sounded weird on the electric piano, and when the sax solo was supposed to start, I simply just hugged Patty.

“I think June’s waiting for us,” I said.

“I think that’s sexy, sitting on your lap as you play,” Patty said.

“Thanks. I need to find the perfect songs for Lynette and Kristen.”

“You’re a wonderful lover, Jim,” Patty said. “You’re also a very special friend.”

“So are you, Patty,” I said, as we entered the upstairs apartment.

June was waiting for me. “I checked on Kristen. She’s definitely bruising. No making love for her for a while.”

Oh, shit. I felt terrible, even if I hadn’t done it to my Goddess.

I turned to Patty. “Is there anything I can do to help her?”

“Steaks are usually used for bruises, Jim, but I think it would be unsanitary to put one between her legs.”

I sighed.

Patty, June, and I retired to the master bedroom. I slept between the two girls, my hands cupping Patty’s breasts all night.

The next morning, I woke up and thought I was dreaming. There were warm lips sucking my cock, and Patty’s long red hair was draped over my crotch, a river of orange-red that I fantasized about so many times since the first time Patty did this for me.

June surprised Patty by kissing her as soon as I shot my load into Patty’s mouth. Although Patty knew of Kristen’s addiction, I think June surprised her. Actually, I think that June simply thought that this was normal sexual behavior in our apartment.

“What time is it?” I asked, sleepily.

“I need to get to class in an hour,” Patty answered. “I’ll try to wake the bodies decomposing in the spare bedroom.”

About ten minutes after Patty left, Lynette came into the bedroom. “Um, Jim... June.” Lynette’s eyes were downcast.

“What’s wrong, Lynette?” I asked.

“I hurt Kristen yesterday,” Lynette said, sounding very guilty.

“I remember she did something similar to you the first time,” I pointed out.

“I didn’t even think about the water pressure.”

“Patty told me we should get the plumber to put on some sort of flow restrictor so this can’t happen again.”

Lynette nodded, but her heart was truly broken.

I hugged her tightly, telling her that nobody was angry at her. She seemed to appreciate my words, but I don’t think I lifted her spirits very much.

As Lynette left the room, I knew by the way my heart went out to her how much I truly loved her. I wished that I could have consoled her, but I didn’t think that would be possible until Kristen actually woke up.

Patty drove Lynette to class, and I was happy my friend was with Lynette. On more than one occasion, Patty helped me feel better when I felt lower than dog shit. I hoped she would be able to help Lynette.

After the girls left, I visited Kristen. It only took a casual glance to see how sore Kristen was.

Kristen’s eyes opened when I was nearby. “Hi, Jim!” Kristen said, groggily.

“Hey, kiddo. That looks like a nasty bruise.”

“I know how Lynette felt that first day.”

I smiled. “New rule: anybody that’s been nozzled in the last six hours cannot hold the nozzle.”

Kristen smiled. “You like rules.”

“I prefer to know when they are being crossed, rather than find out afterward that they’ve already been crossed.”

Kristen nodded.

“Do you want me to drive you to the doctor’s?”

“With this sort of injury, they’ll suspect rape, Jim.”

“Tell them the truth.”

“Girls don’t always admit rape. Think about Patty.”

I sighed. Kristen was right. Still, it really hurt me to see Kristen like this. When Lynette was hurt, she ended up missing classes for a day before she was able to walk properly, and Kristen looked worse—much worse.

“Maybe we’re going too much for the extreme.”

Kristen shrugged.

I left the spare bedroom into the kitchen. I used the intercom there to get to the main house.

“Harry, this is Jim.”

“Hey, Jim!”

“I need some help. Kristen got hurt yesterday when some horseplay went bad. She’s bruised today and probably can’t walk.”

There was a pause. “I think there’s a wheelchair here from when Charley’s mother was staying here a few years ago. Are you going to need me to drive you to a hospital?”

“A general practitioner would probably do, Harry.”

“Anything else?”

“I’ll need a hand getting her downstairs.”

“Certainly.”

I went back to the spare bedroom, and asked June to help me put on a pair of sweats on Kristen, despite Kristen’s objections.

When Kristen saw Harry at the door, she went ballistic. “I don’t need to go to the doctor’s.”

Harry didn’t miss a beat. “Very well, Miss Swift. I think your mother is in the main house. I haven’t informed her where I am, but I’ll send her over to make the final decision.”

“No!” Kristen shouted.

“Either you come with me, or I send your mother in.”

Kristen glared at Harry, but he wouldn’t be cowed. I was actually impressed. I always thought house servants as... well, as servants. Harry, on the other hand, was definitely not acting like a servant but was giving the orders.

“I’ll go down,” Kristen said. “I’ll need help going downstairs.”

“Jim told me that. I’m here to help him bring you down.”

“I have a pillow, Kris,” June added. “It might help.”

I said, “Harry has a wheelchair downstairs as well.”

“Grammy’s?” Kristen asked, her voice sounding like a child’s.

“Yes, Kris,” Harry said, gently, the voice of authority no longer needed.

“Let’s get going,” Kristen said.

Harry, June, and I helped Kristen downstairs. I don’t think she really needed all three of us, but none of us wanted to not be there for her.

When Kristen was wheeled into the doctor’s office, I was amazed by the response of the staff.

Every memory I have ever had of being in a doctor’s office was that of waiting. You arrived for an appointment at a particular time, and the doctor still wouldn’t see you until an hour after that time. It was always a matter of wait, wait, wait.

Today, this definitely wasn’t the case. Apparently, Harry called ahead, and although he didn’t know the extent of Kristen’s injuries, she was immediately sent into one of the examination rooms. Kristen wanted me to go in with her, but I suggested it might be better if June went instead.

As soon as Kristen left, I sat down and did my normal activity in a doctor’s office. Wait.

When the room was mostly empty, Harry asked me, “Can you tell me what happened?”

I always considered Harry a friend, but I knew where his loyalties were. I also knew that Kristen’s parents both thought of me as the perfect person for their daughter, so I knew that they’d give me the benefit of the doubt. I hadn’t done anything wrong, except not realize that Lynette probably shouldn’t have been the one to turn on the water yesterday. Still, there was something about talking about your girlfriend’s genitals that was off-putting.

“Kristen has a new toy, and she uses it on Lynette. Yesterday, Lynette got even, but didn’t realize that she had the toy set too... strong. Afterward, both girls were out of it, but June and I noticed that Kristen was starting to bruise. I didn’t think much of it, because Lynette bruised the first time and was fine, although a bit sore. This morning, however, when I saw Lynette, I saw that she felt terrible. When I saw Kristen this morning, her bruising was much worse than Lynette’s was.”

Harry nodded. “That explains a lot. Are they going to suspect foul play?”

“Kristen said that they would, and that’s why she didn’t want to go. I was more worried about Kristen’s safety, so I called you.”

“That’s why you sent June in with Kristen.”

“Yeah. June was there when it happened.”

Harry sighed. “I don’t know how the fuck I’m going to explain this to Kris’ parents.”

This was the first time I heard Harry use profanity. I stared at him, not knowing how to react.

“I used to be Kristen’s nanny when she was very young,” Harry said. “My mother took ill about ten years ago, and I had to take care of her until she passed away, so I left. I liked Edgar, but I knew he was due to retire. I’ve known Kristen since she was born, Jim. I know how she is.”

I nodded, unsure of what Harry was trying to say.

“Kristen is sometimes headstrong, and sometimes she can be cruel. Lynette was only getting even, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, Kristen has no reason to lie, and June is there with her. I wouldn’t feel worried about what people think about you.”

“I’m not worried about that, Harry.”

Harry looked at me, surprised. “Huh?”

“I feel bad that Kristen got hurt when we were playing together. I know it’s unrealistic, but I keep thinking that I should have prevented it from happening.”

“Ahh,” Harry said, “I feel exactly that same way. Was there something I could have done? Could I have told security not to ignore it when you guys play together?”

“They tell you?” I asked.

“One day, not too long ago, they were really worried. They said that Kristen was screaming bloody murder. I told them to ignore it unless they hear the distress code.”

“That wasn’t really physical that time,” I said, not really wanting to get into details of our sex life with Harry.

“I understand, and it turned out that I was right. I’ve done that a few times, only they said it wasn’t Kristen until yesterday afternoon.”

“I... I didn’t know.”

“Daniel doesn’t want to know about Kristen’s sex life, Jim. He still thinks of her as his little girl. He thinks of you as her Prince Charming, and he probably has no idea what to make of June and Lynette. Personally, I think that June is harmless, but Lynette is a bit extreme.”

“I think the same, actually. Lynette, though, appeals to a side of Kristen that nobody else does. June appeals to me in a similar way.”

Harry nodded. “I suspected as much. Lynette is a very intelligent and lovely woman, Jim. You will still have to make her realize that Kristen doesn’t believe in limits. Kristen’s never walked into a store and made a selection of an outfit because she couldn’t afford the one she really wanted. Lynette probably has, as have you.”

“Yeah,” I said, despite the fact that shopping for clothes was never something that I did with any thought. Harry’s comment seemed to be right on the money.

Harry smiled at me. “I’m not sure what you know about the private side of the family. Daniel always wanted to make sure that Kristen learned to be responsible, whereas Charley, who actually exercised control of Kristen’s purse strings, wanted Kris to enjoy life. I’m not blaming either one, but the upshot was that Kristen might be the one paying for her lack of limits.”

Wow. I never suspected this.

I sighed. “So, what are you going to tell her parents?”

“Damned if I know,” Harry said. “I wish I had your ability to describe something that happened during your sex play in a way that sounded innocuous.”

I nodded. “I think I’ll talk with them. Daniel calls me his future son-in-law. Charley has been doing nothing but chatting with me since Kristen’s birthday party. I might as well tell them that I have feet of clay.”

“Isn’t that what June was for?” Harry asked.

“Huh?” I said, taken aback.

“I talk to Kristen, you know. That’s why I know you’re telling me the truth. One look at Kristen this morning and I knew you were just caught up in another one of those—what did she call them?—Oogie Stories?”

I sighed. “Yup, that’s me. Big ol’ asshole Oogie.”

“Not so much an asshole, Jim,” Harry said. “You’re exactly what Kristen needs. She loves you. She thinks she loves Lynette and maybe Camille, but she loves you. Whenever anything happens, you’re there.”

“Like now,” I said, sourly.

“Like now,” Harry agreed. “You are going to be the one that teaches Kristen limits. Each time she exceeds them, you will react the same way you are doing right now. She’s going to see how her actions affect you, and she’ll change. Little by little, she’ll learn limits, if only to limit the amount of hurt she will do to you.”

“That sounds cruel,” I said.

“My late brother used to train dogs. Obedience trainer, he did some stuff for movies in Hollywood. Anyway, do you know what he said about training dogs instead of puppies? He said, ‘You don’t train them. You shoot them, and find a puppy that looks similar. You train the puppy and wait for it to grow up.’”

I didn’t have any idea where Harry was going with that.

“What he was saying is that to train a grown dog that is already set in its ways is cruel. You are going to have the hardest job in the world, but do you want to know what I think? You’ve started that job the day you met her, and you have taken all the responsibility yourself.”

Of course, this only served to make me feel even more guilty.

Harry added one last thing to say. “Do you want to know why you do this, Jim?”

“Why?”

“Because the reward is worth it,” Harry said. “I’ve spent eighteen years with Kristen, and you will probably spend at least fifty or sixty together. I know how special she is, and Daniel and Charley know how special she is, and Will knows how special she is. Of all of us, it will be you that will get to live with her the rest of her life. I think we all envy you.”