The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As Harry predicted, there were no rape counselors or police officers to take me into custody. Kristen came back out, being wheeled by a nurse and accompanied by June.

Actually, Kristen looked in better spirits.

“I think Nurse Ebson wants to try out our shower,” Kristen said.

The nurse wheeling Kristen reddened almost completely to the point where her uniform looked as if it would turn red as well.

“Good,” I said, cheerfully. “I’ll give her control of the nozzle and we’ll see who she wants to embarrass.”

June stifled a giggle, and Kristen simply opened her mouth in shock.

I actually got a look of respect from the nurse for my response. I could also hear Harry’s quiet chuckle behind me.

As Harry drove us home, I asked Kristen how long it would take to set up a temporary bedroom in the garage so that she wouldn’t have to walk up and down the stairs. She looked at Harry and said, “I can buy everything today and have it delivered.”

“How about a water bed?” I asked. “Let’s make it special.”

Kristen smiled. “With a nozzle?”

I sighed and turned to Harry. “Harry, would you be able to handle the logistics of setting up a nice bedroom for our downstairs? I think a water bed with a complete bedroom set, and some dorm room appliances such as a small fridge, a dining room table, and a desk.”

Harry answered, “You seem to have a good idea what you want, Jim. I know a contractor that can wall off a part of the garage for us and I might be able to get him in today.”

“I just want to have a say in at least one of the rooms at the apartment,” I said, laughing.

Kristen continued to smile, appreciating how I was taking charge, and how comfortable I was talking with Harry. “Thank you, Jim. Are you guys going to help me upstairs for today?”

I shook my head. “No, Kristen. I don’t want you home alone.”

Harry said, “I’ll take Kristen into the main house for the afternoon.”

I helped Harry load Kristen into the wheelchair, and June and I watched Harry wheel my lovely Goddess away.

June shivered.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” I asked.

“The doctor told Kris that the best treatment is ice packs for the next couple of days.”

“Yiiiieeeee!” I said, feeling Kristen’s pain from the treatment.

June and I spent the rest of the morning and the beginning of the afternoon with Kristen. In the afternoon, workers started arriving to partition off a part of the garage for the additional bedroom, and June and I moved back to the apartment.

As usual, when we wanted to make renovations to the apartment, time was rarely an issue. Things were purchased quicker than I thought possible, and workers were assembled and on site as necessary.

June was the person who directed the delivery people to show how to set up the new bedroom.

I moved back between the apartment and the main house, spending time with June and Kristen alternately.

During one of those times I was alone with Kristen, I told her how Lynette was feeling quite guilty about Kristen’s injury.

“Why is she upset?” Kristen asked, quite surprised. “I injured her almost as badly that first time.”

“Lynette is completely head-over-heels in love with you, Kristen. When she realized how much you were injured, it was as if somebody ripped her heart out. Think about how you’d feel if you did something similar to my dick!”

Kristen thought about this, and nodded. “I know she is in love with me. I just never realized that she’d react that way.”

“I know Lynette, Kris,” I said gently. “She will feel a need to demonstrate how sorry she is to you. Just saying the words won’t be enough for her. My hope is that she has a long talk with Patty today. Patty is a good tonic for a guilty soul.”

“We have wonderful friends,” Kristen said.

“We sure do,” I agreed. “Just realize that Lynette will feel a need to prove that she’s sorry. I want you to understand that.”

June came back from the apartment. “Those guys sure work quickly!”

“Got offers for dates, Juicy?” I asked.

June smirked at me.

Kristen asked, “Juicy?”

I laughed.

“That nasty boy called me ‘Juicy June’ when he was fondling me between my legs in front of my mother as he was getting me ready for my ass fuck. He whispered that to me yesterday in the shower as well.”

Kristen laughed. “That’s a great nickname. Too bad we can’t call you that at school.”

June smiled. “I don’t know. It might help tarnish Jim’s reputation even more.”

We all laughed at that.

June got serious. “Patty and Lynette will be getting back here in a bit, Kris. I know for a fact that Lynette really feels bad about your injury.”

“Jim and I were talking about that,” Kristen said.

“I’m afraid that Lynette might leave,” June said.

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

“Lynette was shattered this morning. She looked as if somebody sucked her soul from her body,” June said. “She was crying when she left with Patty.”

“I’m not angry at her,” Kristen said.

“Lynette is angry with herself,” June said. “I don’t know if she’ll ever forgive herself.”

I sighed. I was starting to love Lynette, and I felt bad for her. June was right about who was angry with Lynette, though. I couldn’t see much that any of us could do about that, though.

I noticed that the two girls were actually late now, but I didn’t said anything. I got up and tried to think. I walked toward the apartment, but when I got out of the house, I decided to go back to where June and Kristen were in the living room. Before entering the living room, I took a side trip into the Solarium, walked around the pool, and then exited and went back into the living room.

“Stop that, Jim,” Kristen said.

“Stop what?” I asked.

“You pace when you’re worried,” Kristen said, knowing my moods. “What are you worried about?”

“Lynette.”

Kristen nodded.

As if on cue, Patty arrived at the main house. Lynette was notable in her absence.

“Where’s Lynette?” June, Kristen, and I said simultaneously.

“She’s in the car. She’s thinking about going to her family’s home.”

“Lynette’s home is here,” Kristen said. She started to get up from the sofa where she was sitting but winced in pain very quickly.

“You should have a doctor look at that,” Patty said.

“Harry took us earlier,” Kristen said. “I’m going to be sore, but there’s no permanent damage. I have some codeine that I can take for the pain. No wine while I’m on medication, and no driving.”

Patty nodded. “Jim insisted, huh?”

“How did you guess?” June asked.

“I know Kristen, and I know Jim.”

“Jim, can you and Patty help me outside?” Kristen asked.

“Sure,” Patty and I answered.

June looked a little left out, but she said nothing.

I got the wheelchair and put one of the pillows on it.

When Kristen was in the chair, I signaled to Patty to push Kristen to the front door.

I saw a look of determination in Kristen’s eyes, and she pushed herself up from the chair, her face registering none of the pain that I know she was feeling.

“Thank heavens for codeine,” Kristen muttered.

Patty signaled to me that I should accompany Kristen. I went over and put my hand around her. I felt part of Kristen’s weight shift to me, but it wasn’t overwhelming.

Together, the two of us walked over to Patty’s car. Lynette was crying in the passenger seat, and didn’t even notice us approaching.

I knocked on the window, startling Lynette.

Lynette saw the two of us outside, and she opened the passenger window.

“I’m so sorry, Kristen!” Lynette cried.

“Stop it, Lynette. I’m not angry at you,” Kristen said.

“I hurt you!”

“I did almost exactly the same thing to you, Lynette,” Kristen said. “I apologized then and you accepted my apology, telling me it was nothing.”

“You looked terrible this morning!”

“And you could barely walk for twenty four hours,” Kristen replied. “I’m walking. It’s not that bad. The bruising just makes it look bad.”

“I’m so terrible,” Lynette said, not wanting to listen to reason.

I sighed. “Lynette, please come upstairs. This is your home.”

“I don’t belong here, I’m a horrible person!”

“If you leave, you’ll really hurt Kristen, and unlike the bruising, that hurt won’t heal.”

Lynette was silent, but showed no sign of wanting to leave Patty’s car.

Kristen moved closer to the car, and then bent down, very slowly, until she was able to plant a kiss on Lynette’s face. “You didn’t do it intentionally,” Kristen said softly.

“I did. I wanted to get even with you...”

“No, Lynette,” I disagreed. “Sure, you wanted to get even, but you never set the pressure before. It was obvious that you didn’t realize what you were doing. You didn’t even put on the hot water!”

“I didn’t?” Lynette asked.

“You could barely reach the knobs,” I said.

“I guess...”

“I know. Please come inside.”

Lynette looked at me, and then for a long time at Kristen.

Finally, the door opened, and Lynette stepped out.

Lynette threw her arms around Kristen and kissed her. “I’m so sorry!”

I saw Kristen wince as Lynette did this, but fortunately, Lynette was crying on Kristen’s shoulder and didn’t see this.

“Come inside,” Kristen urged.

I allowed Lynette to lead Kristen and me to the apartment.

When we got into the entrance, Lynette asked, “What’s all that noise?”

“We’re trying to get a new bedroom down here before tonight,” I answered. “Want to take a look?”

“Separate bedrooms?” Lynette asked, crushed once again.

“Recovery room. For females that find it difficult to walk upstairs.”

“Huh?”

There was a water hose that led from the shower room into a door across the hallway that hadn’t been there the last time I had been in the building.

We all gasped when I opened the door completely. What once was one of the garages was now a bedroom complete with a water bed that was still being filled, four comfortable chairs, a dining room table, and even a miniature refrigerator. There was even a love seat and a padded bench without a back. The floor was newly carpeted with a worker finishing up the tacking, and two walls were bare sheet rock with white patches to cover the nails. There was another worker in the room monitoring the filling of the water bed.

“It’s almost ready,” I said, amazed at the speed that construction happened on Kristen’s property.

“Harry’s pretty effective at things like that,” Kristen observed.

“Wow,” was all Lynette could say.

“Let’s let the workers finish,” I said. I took the padded bench and led the girls across the hall into the music studio.

I put the bench into the studio and instructed the girls to sit. Lynette did immediately, and Kristen was a bit slower due to her injury, but Lynette helped her.

“I was going to save this for the first day of school, but I think we need this right now.”

For the past week, I had been getting up in the middle of the night and would tiptoe downstairs to play in the studio. I already had two of the four tracks recorded, and I was lucky in that the open reel four-track recorder was already cued. I set the two tracks that were recorded to “play” and patched my microphone and electric piano into the two currently blank tracks, setting them to record.

I then turned on the amplifier. I put on the heavy headphones, despite the fact that I had an audience, and plugged them into amplifier as well.

Through experimentation, I found that a fifteen second gap at the start of the recording gave me time between turning on the recorder and getting set up to play. The introduction didn’t require piano, so I would get the beat before I started.

There was an electronic solo from the mini-organ that I already recorded on the tape. When that introduction was over, I started to play the piano and sing:

Do you remember,

When we met?

That’s the day,

I knew you were my pet.

I want to tell you,

Just how much I love you.

Come with me,

My love,

To the sea...

The sea of love!

I want to tell you,

Just how much I love you!

I already recorded a trumpet track, as well as the organ track, and during one of the instrumental breaks, I performed a live duet with my piano and voice. During the break before the final reprise of the chorus, there was a prerecorded trumpet solo. During that solo, I noticed that both Lynette and Kristen had their eyes opened wide. I ignored their responses and considered adding some acoustic piano accompaniment during the solo.

When the song ended, the two stunned blondes were still sitting there with their mouths open. I turned off the open reel recorder. I knew that I made a couple of flubs on the piano track, but I could always re-record that track some other time.

“That’s just you?” Kristen asked.

“Yeah,” I said, sheepishly. “That’s four tracks now. I’m going to need a patch board and a mixer to...”

“You did this here?” Kristen interrupted.

“Um, yeah? What do you think I do in here?” I asked.

“This is what you were showing to Marla?”

“No! I just finished these tracks last night after everybody was asleep. I’ll need to re-record the piano track, but this is the first time I did all four tracks.”

“You did this... by yourself?” Kristen asked again.

“Of course!”

“For me?”

“For you and Lynette,” I said. “I am going to need to figure out how to mix it down to a single track so I could give each of you a personalized cassette.”

“It’s all there on that tape?”

“Of course.”

“And you just recorded the last two tracks?”

“Yes.” I was a bit confused about Kristen’s questions.

Kristen paused for a moment, and then asked, “Can you play it back again?”

I shrugged. I rewound the tape and set all four tracks to play.

After the fifteen second pause, the intro started again.

I wasn’t trying to imitate anybody on this song, so it was my own voice. It sounded quite nasal when it played back, as it usually did, which is why I liked imitating other singers. I would have tried Elvis, but I never liked his version of the song. I was actually a bit embarrassed.

Sure enough, I heard the piano flubs and I winced at each one.

When the song ended, I stopped the recorder again.

I looked at Kristen and Lynette, and both of them had tears in their eyes. I turned to Lynette and made my appeal. “Lynette, please don’t leave us. Kris and I know that you didn’t intend to hurt Kris, and nobody is angry at you.”

Lynette was a basket case. She put her head in her hands and started bawling like a baby.

I moved over to her and held her head. “Please, Lynette...”

Lynette started crying even harder.

Kristen joined me, hugging Lynette from her seat.

“What’s wrong, Lynette?” I asked.

Lynette shook her head.

There was a knock on the studio door. I wondered who would do such a thing when the DND light was on. I left Lynette temporarily to answer the door.

“I’m sorry, Jim,” Patty said, sheepishly. “I need to leave for Roman’s. June is still in the main house.”

“Oh, thank you, Patty.”

Patty saw Lynette completely shattered with Kristen hugging her.

“I know it might be a bad time, but could you walk me to my car?”

I knew Patty well enough that I knew her request wasn’t callous. I simply nodded and left Lynette and Kristen.

“What’s up, Patty? Is June angry?”

“Of course not. I wanted to tell you that Lynette is angry at herself, and the only person that can forgive her is herself.”

“I know that,” I said.

“The best way to allow her to forgive herself is to let her show you how sorry she is. I take it from where you were that you just played the recording you said you were going to make for them.”

I nodded.

“Lynette is feeling very terrible about herself,” Patty said. “You played a special song for Lynette didn’t you?”

“Of course...”

“What you did was wonderful, but it might not have been the right moment for her,” Patty explained.

“She’s crying her heart out right now.”

“She needs a moment alone with Kristen.”

I nodded. “I’ll accept that.”

Patty got into her car, and said, “The only way that Lynette will get over this is to let her prove herself to Kristen.”

“How?”

Patty sighed. “I don’t know, but right now, Lynette is focused on what happened yesterday. She will never get past that until she forgives herself.”

I kissed Patty good-bye, and went back into the garage. I looked in on the new bedroom, and saw that the water bed was now full and the worker was gone. I was about to see if I could move Kristen and Lynette into this room, when another worker came in with rolls of wallpaper and a bucket of paste. I asked to see the pattern, and he showed me. It looked like foil and consisted of gold butterflies. It was quite pretty, and matched the dark brown of the furniture without being too dark. It wasn’t too masculine or feminine, either.

I left the room, and passed a worker who was carrying what I recognized as an intercom panel and other electrical gear. I was about to go back to my studio when I remembered that Patty told me that the two needed to be alone.

I went into the playroom and called to the main house. “I’m in the playroom, and I’d like to play a game of pool. Can you inform June?”

After about thirty seconds, June answered. “Be right there.”

I then hit the studio signal.

I didn’t get an answer, but I didn’t expect an answer immediately.

June arrived in the playroom confused. “You said you were here, but the red light is on in the studio!”

“Kristen and Lynette are in there, talking.”

“Oh,” June said.

The two of us played two games of pool, each winning once.

I was breaking just as the intercom buzzed. “Did you want us?” Kristen asked.

I walked over to the intercom. “I just wanted to let you know that June and I are in the playroom. I saw workers in the new bedroom putting up wallpaper and an intercom system.”

“All right. I just noticed the light flashing.”

“It’s positioned so that I can see it from the keyboards,” I said. “I understand if that wasn’t the most important thing for you guys right now.”

“No problem.”

“I love you, Kris,” I said. Quickly, I added, “I love you too, Lynette.”

“We love you too, Oogie!” Kristen said, and I heard her disconnect.

“When did you signal them?” June asked.

“Right after I called you down here.”

“Now you know how frustrating it is when we’re trying to get a hold of you,” June laughed.

“The light was above and behind them, so I didn’t expect them to answer immediately.”

June looked at me curiously. “For a sixteen year old boy, you show a lot of maturity and patience. I thought you’d be trying to help convince Lynette that Kristen isn’t angry at her.”

“You said that Lynette is the only person angry with her,” I said. “Right now, the two girls have to work it out. Patty said something about Lynette needing to prove her love for Kristen before she will forgive herself.”

“That’s insightful,” June said, sinking a shot and lining up another one.

“Where’d you get that outfit?” I suddenly asked June. I hadn’t seen that outfit before.

“It’s one of Lynette’s,” June said, giggling. She sunk her second shot in a row and added, “For a budding nudist, she has some nice outfits.”

I nodded.

June missed her shot, but the table still had an awful lot of striped balls on it.

I lined up and shot, sinking my ball.

“June? If you did what Lynette did to Kristen, what would it take for you to forgive yourself? How would you prove your love for her?”

June didn’t answer immediately. I sunk two more balls, and then June said, “I don’t know. Cunt Whore would probably have you spank her.”

“A spanking?” I asked, a bit surprised.

The table now had an even number of solids and stripes. I took a difficult shot, and sunk my ball, but used too much energy on the shot, as the cue caromed off a bank and hit the eight ball perfectly enough to sink it in a corner.

“Damn!” I said.

“Two to one, Jim!”

“Yeah,” I said, dejected.

“Rack ‘em up, loser!” June demanded.

I did so.

“Jim?” It was Kristen’s voice.

“Yes, love?” I answered on the intercom.

“Lynette and I are going upstairs. Can you give me a hand with the stairs?”

“Sure.”

I signaled June to come with me and Lynette and I helped Kristen upstairs.

Once upstairs, Kristen sat on a sofa with one of the down pillows underneath her.

“Jim, could you get me some more of my pills.”

I went into the bathroom where I put Kristen’s prescription. The instructions allowed two pills every four hours. It was just under four hours, so I figured that it would be safe for Kristen to take them. I filled a Dixie cup with water as well and came back to the living room. Lynette still looked bad, but at least she wasn’t crying.

As Kristen took her pills, Lynette said, softly, “I’m sorry for crying before. That song was beautiful. Nobody ever did anything like that for me before.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” I said. “Maybe the timing wasn’t perfect.”

“It was romantic,” Lynette said. “I just don’t think I deserve it.”

“You know that nobody is angry with you but yourself, don’t you?” I asked.

“Patty and Kristen both said something like that.”

“Well, you’re going to worry yourself to death until you show everybody how sorry you are, but the only person you need to convince is yourself.”

“Patty said that, as well.”

“So, what do you want?” I asked. “A spanking?”

Lynette seemed surprised by that. “Huh?”

“I asked June what she’d do if it was her. She said she didn’t know, but Cunt Whore would probably want a spanking.”

Lynette didn’t answer.

“Do you remember when Kristen went overboard with Jackie downstairs? Kristen made it up to you. Why don’t you make it up to her?”

“Um, I can’t... you know, she’s sore down there.”

“For a person as intelligent as you are, Lynette, you are sometimes one dumb bitch!”

Lynette’s, Kristen’s, and June’s eyes all shot wide open as I said that.

Kristen came to Lynette’s side. “Jim, that’s not a nice thing to say.”

I ignored Kristen. “Do you think the only way you can love Kristen is to fondle her cunt or lick her? Aren’t you one of the people that taught me ways of pleasing a woman just by touching her neck, her ears, her breasts, even the insides of her knees? How about sucking on her toes? Did you forget everything you’ve ever taught me, Lynette? Do you need to take Lesbian 101 over again, because apparently you seem to have forgotten everything!”

“Jim!” Kristen yelled, sounding extremely shocked. “Don’t talk to Lynette like that!”

“I will, damn it!” I said, angry for some reason that I couldn’t fathom at the time. “A person as intelligent as she is, as fun to be around as she is, and as much in love with you as she is should be able to figure out how to say ‘I love you’ without saying a single fucking word to you!”

Lynette’s mouth was open in shock. The other girls seemed to be shocked as well.

“Do you want me to spell it out for you? Take Kristen into the master bedroom, do your damned best to make her forget that she’s hurting physically and make her fucking remember that you love her more than just about any other person on this fucking planet! June and I will make you two dinner, and we’ll leave it in the room for you when it’s ready. I don’t want to see either of you until tomorrow morning.”

Lynette simply stared at me, her eyes burning holes into my body.

“Jim!” Kristen said.

“Kris,” I answered. “You’ve talked with her, and she’s still angry with herself. Well, I’m angry now. Not for what she did to you, but for what she did to me. Everybody in this room knows that Lynette just gave me the lamest excuse in the fucking world. If she really believes that she can’t make it up to you, then she’s probably right and she should leave. She’s not the one who I thought loved you. I know it will break your heart, Kris, but there’s no hope for her if she pretends to think that she cannot love you.”

I turned to Lynette. “You have a choice. Love her or leave her. Make up your mind. Now!”

Lynette looked quite stunned. She turned uncertainly to Kristen, whose eyes were tearing up. Lynette then looked at me, and I know that she saw absolutely nothing but anger in my eyes.

Finally, Lynette got up and slowly walked over to where I was standing next to Kristen’s sofa. She drew her breath, and in a move that surprised only me, she slapped me hard in the face.

Without uttering a word, Lynette turned to Kristen, and offered her hand, and helped her walk to the master bedroom.

Before she closed the door, Lynette turned around and said, “I am quite capable of cooking dinner for Kristen. I don’t give a fuck what you and June do tonight.”

“I love you, Lynette,” I said, but she shut the door—loudly—before I finished the sentence.

“Well, Mr. Asshole managed to get Lynette and Kristen back together,” I said.

“Mr. Asshole may have lost Lynette forever, though,” June said.

“June, I love Kristen with my entire being. Lynette loves her almost the exact same way. What is between Lynette and me is closer to how I feel about you.”

“I know that Lynette’s totally pissed off at you.”

I sighed. “Do you really think I’m an asshole?”

“No, Jim,” June said, moving over to me and kissing me. “Somebody needed to shake some sense into Lynette. I just think you shook too hard.”

I sighed. If I didn’t feel so strongly about Lynette, then why the fuck was I crying like a baby?

“Jim?” June asked.

“What?” I sniffed.

“Can you play Mr. Bojangles for me again?”

I sighed as I led June downstairs.

“I think the ‘Lesbian 101’ remark was why she slapped you,” June told me in the stairway. “That was particularly callous and uncaring, but I know why you said it. I felt like slapping you after you said that, too. Calling her a stupid bitch didn’t help one bit, either.”

“I’ve found that I get pretty eloquent when I feel a strong need to say something, but I may have just been lucky up until now. I didn’t think before I said that. I’m not sorry for yelling at Lynette, although I think I could have found a better way of saying what I did.”

June simply nodded.

Before getting to the studio, June looked in on the new bedroom. The wallpaper was already up and the room looked finished.

“Too bad Kristen won’t be using this tonight,” June said.

“Let’s inaugurate this room tonight,” I said.

June looked at me for a few moments before answering. “Maybe.”

I wondered about that pause and that answer.

“I’m sorry about that lesbian remark, June,” I said. “I still don’t know how I should have put it.”

June’s body relaxed. I hadn’t realized that she had been so tense up until that moment. “Thank you for apologizing, Jim,” June said, softly. “I’d love to sleep with you tonight.”

I noticed that the tape was no longer rewound, and figured that Kristen played the tape once again. I rewound the tape, took it off the recorder and put it into its cardboard box. Before I threw the tape in a drawer that had lots of other similar tapes, I took a pen and labeled the box “Random Shit.”

I put a blank tape into the recorder, and told June that I was going to record this particular session.

“You can’t talk, since I’m going to be recording two tracks. Acoustic piano on one mike, and my voice on the other. All right?”

“Uh, huh.”

“I... um... need a few minutes to calm down.”

“It’s all right,” June said, soothingly. “May I sit on your lap?”

Having June sit on my lap would definitely make me feel much better.

June started to get undressed as I set up the two microphones.

I knew that this was going to be only a test recording. There was no way that I’d be able to separate the two microphone tracks, since my voice and the piano would really be on both. I decided that I’d need to find somebody with more experience with recording to help me find things such as directional microphones and other things that I found that I lacked knowledge about.

I counted fifteen seconds and started the intro for Mr. Bojangles for June.

Unfortunately, my voice cracked during the first line, and I stopped. I ended up crying on June’s shoulder.

“There, there, Oogie,” June said, quietly.

June moved me off the piano bench onto the bench from the new bedroom. She hugged me to her naked body, and kept on saying, “There, there, Oogie.”

“I’m sorry June,” I said. “I’m a fucking asshole. Lynette hates me, and rightfully so. I wouldn’t blame Kristen if she hated me. You even got angry about that remark!”

“I forgave you when you apologized,” June soothed.

“Without Kristen... without Lynette... I’m without... They’re my life!”

“Come on Jim, they’ll forgive you.”

I would not be consoled. “No they won’t!”

June continued to soothe me, and I just started to mumble incoherently into June’s shoulder.

It took about ten minutes for me to regain my composure.

“Maybe Bojangles wasn’t the right song, Oogie,” June said, softly.

“It’s never happened before.”

“What never happened?”

“I never felt so bad that I couldn’t play,” I said. “Usually playing helps me get out my frustration.”

June didn’t seem to comprehend.

“I couldn’t play the song!”

“You’ve played it before,” June soothed, walking up to me. “You say playing gets out your frustration. You’re not frustrated, Jim.”

“No,” I admitted. “I’m heartbroken.”

“Maybe music isn’t the right thing. How about pool?”

“I’m not in the mood to concentrate.”

“How about the pool in the main house?”

Actually, that sounded better. “Um...”

June didn’t wait for any more of that answer. She moved over to the intercom and called the main house.

Harry answered. “Yes?”

“It’s June,” June said. “Is the Solarium free?”

“Yes, June.”

“Would it be all right if Oogie and I come over?”

“Certainly.”

June left the studio and went into the shower to get a couple of robes. She put one on and then led me out of the apartment building. She remembered something, and left me in the driveway and ran back into the apartment building. After about two minutes, she came running back with a pair of sandals. She put them on as she came outside.

I watched June put on her sandals, and then she led me over to the main house.

Harry met us at the door.

“Hi, Jim, June. How’s Kristen?”

“Kris and Lynette are making up,” June said. She started pushing past Harry, who realized that we weren’t up for idle chit-chat. He let us in and we went into the Solarium, where June led me to one of the changing rooms.

“Let’s soak in the hot tub, Jim,” June said.

“I guess.”

June rolled her eyes, and then undressed me and escorted me into the hot tub.

The two of us sat in the hot tub for an hour. I don’t think either one of us said much.

“Feeling better?” June finally asked.

“I’m a real shit.”

“Lynette will forgive you.”

“You told me that I might have lost her forever.”

“That’s before you apologized for the remark. You knew what you said was wrong. Lynette will know that.”

“I guess.”

June pulled me out of the hot tub, and I followed her. I didn’t expect her to push me into the deep end of the swimming pool, though.

“Hey!” I shouted when I came up for air.

“That’s the first new emotion you’ve shown in the last hour,” June said. “I’m insulted! You’re in a hot tub with a hot babe like me, and you’re mooning about Lynette!”

“OK, OK,” I said, finally. I started to climb up the ladder. “Give me a hug?” I asked.

June smiled. “Of course... HEY!”

June’s surprise was that as she came over to hug me, I pulled her into the pool with me.

“That’s for pushing me in, June,” I said. “But I think I needed that. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome!”

June and I slept in the new bedroom. We didn’t do anything other than cuddle.

I woke up as June was getting out of the bed the next morning. June woke up early because she needed to do some stuff with her mother.

I kissed her and pulled on my robe, and walked her to her car. I watched as June drove away.

As soon as June left, my thoughts returned to Lynette and that heartless name I called her.

There were no clothes in the downstairs bedroom, and all my clothes were in the master bedroom. I did have a change of underwear and a pair of sandals in the communal shower, so I took a lonely shower there, toweled off, and then got dressed in one of the robes in the shower.

I made my way upstairs, and saw the master bedroom door was closed.

Sighing, I went downstairs and started working on the “sucker shot” that Camille taught me.

It took nearly an hour and a half, but I finally figured out the correct combination of where to hit the ball and where to send it into the cushion to make the shot. With another ten minutes’ effort, I sunk twelve in a row.

I looked up at the time, and it was almost eight thirty.

I walked back upstairs and when I entered the apartment, I saw Kristen and Lynette sitting at the dining room table totally nude and eating blueberry pancakes.

I sighed. I had hoped that the girls wouldn’t be up. I wanted to figure out a way to say “I’m sorry,” but I was so worried about feeling bad for what I did, that I hadn’t come up with any ideas on what to actually say.

“Hello. It’s Mr. Asshole,” I said. “May I come in?”

Lynette looked at Kristen, who nodded.

Lynette then ran over to me and hugged me. “Jim! I forgive you!”

“Um... I’m... what?” I said, totally confused.

“That girl must love you as much as I love Kris,” Lynette said.

“Huh?” This wasn’t making any sense to me. I hadn’t even started my apology.

“June left us a note.”

“June?”

“Yeah. She told us to go downstairs to the studio and play the tape there.”

“What tape?”

“The one you made last night.”

“What tape?” I repeated. “I didn’t make any tape!”

Lynette looked at me strangely. “You made a tape last night. You played the piano, and when you started to sing, you stopped after a couple of words, and then you started crying. Don’t you remember?”

“The tape was running?” I asked, incredulously. Oh, shit! I had been set up to record that as a test session with June!

“June must have stopped it,” Lynette said. “Kris and I went downstairs, and Kris showed me how to rewind and play it.”

I shook my head and took a deep breath. “Lynette, I’m sorry for that lesbian remark and for calling you a bitch. It was stupid and callous. I was trying to say something, but I was angry, and I had no right to...”

“Shut up, Jim!” Lynette said, moving her mouth over mine and kissing me.

I allowed Lynette to kiss me, and when she pulled away, I started talking again. This time, I kept her away with my arms. “As I was saying, I had no right to call you that. I knew that you were hurting, but I wanted to... maybe shock you into realizing how much the two of you love one another.”

Lynette nodded.

I turned to my Goddess. “Kris, I’m also sorry to you for that remark. It was stupid, and I let my mouth run off without my brain being in gear.”

Kristen said, “I wasn’t angry with you, Jim.”

“Are you done?” Lynette asked.

“Um... I guess so.”

“Want some pancakes? There’s more batter in the kitchen.”

I went to the kitchen, but Kristen grabbed me before I could enter it. “You sit here, Jim,” Kristen said. “Too many people have been saying ‘I’m sorry.’ Let’s just love one another for a day or so. All right?”

I looked at my lovely Goddess, and then over to Lynette. “I’d appreciate that very much.”