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Archive-title: Boss's Daughter - Part 2


Part 2 - The Party

     Telling Mom and Dad about Bonnie was not easy, and, of
course, I omitted the parts about our forays into her bedroom. 
My description of Bonnie and her feelings toward me, however, was
enough to worry Dad and prompt a suggestion that he talk to her
father.
     "Ah, I wouldn't do that, Dad," I demurred.  "At least not
yet.  After all, you're just starting your new job, and it might
not be a good idea to start out on a...ah...negative note."
     "Look, John," Dad replied, "Sam and I have been friends for
years.  If I can't deal with him on something like this, then
we've made a mistake coming here."
     I thought a minute.  "Okay.  But let's not make any deci-
sions right now.  Bonnie's coming here to pick me up at eight for
a party one of her friends is throwing.  You'll meet her then."
     At that point, Mom broke in.  "SHE's picking YOU up?"
     I flushed.  "Yeah.  We talked about that.  She has her own
car and knows the town, and I don't.  So we...ah...agreed that it
would be better if she drove--besides, I didn't know whether
you'd let me have the car again tonight on such short notice."
     "She doesn't sound very ladylike to me!" Mom sniffed.
     I shrugged.  "Times have changed, Mom," I said.  "Look, she
may be big and strong as a horse, but she's really a very nice
girl.  I think you'll like her.  I have to admit," I added, as a
masterpiece of understatement, "I kinda like her myself."
     "John!" Mom gasped.  "She's almost twice your size!"
     At that point Dad agreed that they at least ought to meet
Bonnie before reaching any conclusions, and that ended the
discussion.  I went upstairs to change.
     Bonnie arrived promptly at eight, dressed in a miniskirt
that revealed her powerfully muscled legs, blouse and light
jacket that barely concealed the muscularity of her massive upper
body.  Fortunately, she was wearing flats, but even so she
literally dwarfed Mom and Dad.  Nevertheless, when I came down-
stairs she was being charming and completely feminine, telling
them how wonderful it was that we could all be together again,
and how glad she was that she was able to convince her father
that their friendship should not stand in the way of his hiring
Dad.  That message was not lost on any of us, particularly when
she slipped a long arm around me and hugged me to her, with the
top of my head barely reaching to her broad shoulder.  As we
left, she winked at Dad and said, "I won't keep him out TOO late,
but don't wait up!"
     Her Cadillac convertible was parked at the curb, and she
opened the door for me, murmuring softly in my ear that, if Mom
and Dad hadn't been watching, she'd have been tempted to just
lift me over the door and set me down on the passenger seat.  I
whispered fiercely, "Don't you dare, in public!", and she bit her
lip, looked down at me with an amused smile and told me that I
still had a lot to learn about our relationship.
     It took about a half hour to reach Margie's house, a large
home set back from the street on a couple of acres of ground
secluded by a tall, brick wall on three sides.  Bonnie drove up
the long, circular driveway and parked behind a line of cars. 
Then she reached back and took a bag from the floor behind my
seat.
     "What's that?" I asked.
     She grinned mischievously down at me.  "Five inch spikes,"
she replied.  "I didn't want to wear them to your house, but here
they're the required uniform."
     I groaned.  "Bonnie, for God's sake, is that really neces-
sary?  You're over a foot taller than I am as it is!"
     She leaned over and lightly kissed the tip of my nose. 
"Thirteen and one half inches, to be exact," she laughed.  "And
now it'll be eighteen and one half inches.  Just right to cuddle
you to my bosom, if I hold you on tiptoe."
     She opened the car door, removed her flats and put on the
high heeled pumps, and then came around to the passengar side to
open the door for me.  As I started to get out, she stooped,
wrapped a single arm around my thighs just below my buttocks, and
then straightened to lift me bodily out of the car and hold me
tightly against her with my eyes only a few inches above her own.
     "Bonnie!" I protested.  "Come on!  Put me down!  Please!"
     She clucked her tongue in mock sympathy.  "Just like a man,"
she chuckled.  "Always complaining!  One minute I'm too tall in
these heels, and now when I pick you up to my level you complain
about that!"  She nuzzled my cheek playfully.  "Don't fret,
lover," she added.  "All of us carry our boy friends around like
this.  It's expected!"
     There was no point in protesting further, and I said nothing
as she carried me up the driveway and the front steps to the door
and rung the bell.  Almost immediately the door was opened by an
attractive, powerfully built redheaded girl who appeared to be
only five or six inches shorter than Bonnie in her high heels.
     "Bonnie!" she gushed.  "Everyone was wondering when you were
going to get here!  I told them you were waiting to make the
grand entrance with your new beau!"  She looked up at me, and her
eyes became heavy lidded.  "And this must be the famous Johnny! 
Mmmmm!  He's gorgeous!  Here, let me have him for a sec!"
     "Johnny, this is Margie, our hostess," Bonnie told me as she
handed me to the redheaded girl, who slid her hands under my
armpits and held me out at arm's length, my feet dangling a good
six inches off the floor.  I felt my face getting hot and mumbled
a greeting as Margie carefully raised me up and down, testing my
weight in her hands.
     "Gee!" she exclaimed.  "He's so little, and so light! 
Closer to my size than yours.  Sure you don't want to trade?"
     Bonnie laughed.  "No chance!  He's strictly private proper-
ty!  I worked too hard to get him here to give him up for any-
thing--or anyone!"
     Margie sighed.  "Too bad!  Don't blame you, though.  He's
adorable!  Hope you won't mind if steal a quick kiss."  She
pulled me against her and, still holding me off the floor, kissed
me hard, and then lowered me to my feet.  Sandwiched between
these two Amazons, I suddenly felt like a small child, with
Bonnie's breasts several inches above eye level behind me and
Margie towering over a foot above me in front.  I found myself
almost wishing Bonnie would pick me up again.
     Instead, she removed her jacket to reveal a sleeveless
blouse, bare at the midriff, that showed off her massively
muscled arms and narrow, washboard waist to their full advantage. 
Margie stepped to one side and put an arm around my shoulders,
and for the first time I was able to see past her into the sunken
living room to the right of the front hall in which we were
standing.
     There were about a dozen girls there, all of them appearing
close to or over six feet with powerful, shapely builds.  All but
a couple of the girls had smaller, slender young men in tow.  I
could hear slow dance music coming from the rear of the house. 
Margie took me into the living room, with Bonnie following
closely behind, and, as the others greeted Bonnie enthusiastical-
ly, introduced me around.
     "Where's Mona?" Bonnie asked.
     "Big Mona?"  Margie looked around.  "She was here a few
minutes ago.  Her boy friend hasn't got into town yet, so she's
on the prowl.  Probably got some poor guy out in the bushes
somewhere.  Or up in one of the bedrooms."
     "Who's big Mona?" I asked, wondering what kind of female
would prompt these two giantesses to refer her to as "big".
     Margie laughed.  "She plays center on our basketball team,
all 7'4" and 280 lbs. of her.  She likes her guys about your
size, and has been known to come on VERY strong, even for us. 
But don't worry.  Bonnie's the one gal around here she doesn't
want to mess with.  As long as she knows you belong to Bonnie,
you'll be safe.  Of course," she added, winking at Bonnie, "she
DID tell me she's been working out extra hard this summer, just
to be able to match muscles with you."
     Bonnie chuckled.  "So," she murmured, "have I!  Just to make
sure she can't!"
     At that, Margie's eyes lit up.  "Hey, that reminds me!" she
exclaimed.  "Come on downstairs and let me show you the new
workout equipment I finally talked dad into buying for me!  It's
state of the art!"  Then, as Bonnie stooped to pick me up, she
added, "Little Johnny, here, wouldn't be interested in that
stuff.  Why don't you leave him with one of the girls while I
show you my new weights and walk you through all the new exercise
machines?"  She motioned to a chunky, blonde girl sitting alone
on the divan to come over.  As the blonde girl rose to her feet
and approached us on her high heels, her six foot frame again
blocked my view of the living room.
     Margie chucked me under my chin. "Steph, here, is only 5'8"
without those 4" spikes," she told me, "so you won't feel so much
like a midget.  Steph, would you watch over little Johnny, here,
until we get back?  I want to show Bonnie all my new stuff
downstairs."
     Steph slipped a thick, solid arm around my back and waist
and grinned down at me.  "Sure," she replied in a slight southern
drawl.  "Around here, a gorgeous, little guy like this needs all
the protection he can get.  C'mon, Johnny, there's some great
dance music goin' out back on the patio."
     Bonnie smiled sweetly.  "Just remember who you're protecting
him for, dear," she murmured as she and Margie left to go down-
stairs.
     Almost before I knew what was happening, I was literally
swept to the back of the house and out the sliding doors to a
large patio, where several couples were dancing to slow, sensuous
music from a stereo CD player at the far end of the patio.  One
of the couples were both female, but the other two were tall,
sturdy girls dancing with significantly shorter young men.  Until
Steph tightened her arm around my waist and pulled me against
her, I didn't notice that the two girls were leading their male
partners, holding them on tiptoe and bending them backward as
they glided around the patio.  As Steph started to do the same
with me, I protested, "Wait a minute!  I can't follow you!"
     "Sure you can, honey," she drawled.  "Just relax, rest your
body and your legs against mine and I'll move you.  Your feet'll
be barely touchin' the floor."  She released my waist long enough
to guide my left hand up around her shoulders, pressed my head
against her shoulder, and then gripped my right hand in her free
hand and lifted me to my toes.  Instinctively, my body stiffened,
but her powerful right arm again encircled my waist and molded me
to her powerful frame, bending me backward as she glided around
the dance floor to the music.
     "I said relax, baby," she bent her head to whisper into my
ear.  "You're stiff as a board--except where it counts!" she
added with a chuckle.  "I thought Bonnie woulda broken you in by
now.  Didn't she tell you that, in this group, men are the weaker
sex?"
     "I'm sorta getting that idea," I muttered.
     She grinned.  "Takes some gettin' used to, I'll bet," she
said.  "All our guys had trouble at first.  But once they accept-
ed it, they love it!"
     "And what about the rest of the men at school?  I'm starting
graduate school here this fall, and I don't want to be looked on
as a pansy!"
     She threw back her head and laughed at that.  "Don't worry,
you won't be," she assured me.  "When our basketball and track
and field coaches started this program several years ago, some of
the male jocks at school gave our guys a hard time, but we put a
stop to that!"  She chuckled.  "Particularly after Mona raped the
captain of the football team!  And made him love it!  Now, most
of the guys at school would give their right arms to be a part of
this group.  You'll be envied, not looked down on!  Except, of
course," she added, grinning down at me, "by us!"
     "Program?  What program?" I asked.
     "Several years ago Linda Davies, our girls' basketball
coach, and Marilyn Speer, who coaches the girls' track and field
team, convinced the school to put more money into Title VII
athletics.  They've recruited the biggest, strongest female ath-
letes they could find and established a special diet and weight
trainin' program to make us even stronger and more supple.  It's
really worked.  We regularly beat the men's basketball team and
outdraw them at the gate besides, and our track and field team is
settin' records right up there with the men's, and in some cases
beatin' 'em.  An' I'm told we have several new girls comin' in
this year who are gonna try out for the wrestlin' team.  Now,
that should be a real blast!"
     I shook my head.  "It's weird!" I muttered.
     "It's the wave of the future, baby," she replied.  "More and
more women are discoverin' how great it is to be strong, stronger
even than most men!  Scientists have thought for years that
hormonal differences between men and women keep women from
developin' upper body strength equal to men's, that men's upper
body muscles are bigger and stronger.  We don't buy that.  We
think the difference is mostly because of heredity and environ-
ment, not hormones, and that with proper trainin' and diet in a
few generations women's upper bodies can be equal or superior to
men's in muscular strength.  After all, our legs can be as strong
or stronger than men's.  Why not our arm, chest and shoulder mus-
cles?"
     I shook my head again.  "And wind up huge, hairy and muscu-
lar, looking like men?" I asked.
     She looked down at me archly.  "Hey, little man!" she
exclaimed, "you think any of us here look like men?  You see any
of us with hair on our chests?  That's what male hormones and
steroids do, but none of us use that stuff.  It's all proper
trainin' and diet, and we don't think our muscles make us look
unfeminine.  Of course," she added, "if your idea of femininity
is bein' little and dainty or soft with big boobs and butts, that
ain't us, and that's another idea we're gonna change!"
     I was hastily agreeing with her when the music stopped, and
she lowered me so that my feet were fully on the floor.  Suddenly
I was conscious of a looming presence behind me, and a deep, rich
voice which seemed to come from the ceiling said, "Hey, Steph,
where'd you find this little toy?"
     I saw Steph grimace and, as she released me, I turned to
look squarely into a solidly muscled, feminine stomach and then
up at a massive, "V" shaped chest that literally filled my field
of view.  Involuntarily I fell back against Steph, who put her
strong arms around me protectively, and I craned my head to gape
upward past melon size breasts barely concealed by a brief halter
at squarish, larger than life features framed in short, black
hair that towered nearly three feet above me and were grinning
wolfishly down at me.  I blinked and looked down.  The black
haired giantess' thighs were bigger around than my waist and her
feet, which were almost twice the size of mine, were encased in
long, black pumps with heels that had to be six inches high.
     "Relax, Mona," Steph replied evenly.  "He belongs to Bonnie. 
She's downstairs with Margie lookin' over Margie's new gym, and
I'm just protectin' him 'til she gets back."
     The giantess' grin got even wider.  "Now, Bonnie ought to
know better than that," she laughed.  "I sure hope she didn't
think you could protect him from me!"
     Before either of us could react, she reached around my back
with an arm that was as thickly muscled as Bonnie's, wrapped a
huge hand around my waist, her long, powerful fingers almost
completely spanning my slender body, and plucked me out of
Steph's grasp as effortlessly as if I were a doll.  As she turned
me to hold me almost horizontally, almost face up, next to her
hip, I gasped and tried to cry out, but she reached down to cover
my mouth and nose with her other hand, and I could only manage a
muffled sob.  I grabbed at the steel fingers encircling my waist
with a pressure that was firm, but not tight enough to hurt, but
couldn't budge them, and then at the hand covering my mouth and
nose, with no greater success.  The black haired giantess called
Mona simply ignored my struggles.
     "Mona, cut it out!" Steph snapped.  "Put him down!"  But
Mona had turned her back on the smaller girl and was already
carrying me off the patio toward a tall, stone wall at the back
of the lot.
     "Better run and tell Bonnie I've got her little toy and I'm
taking him to a place where we can get better acquainted," she
snickered back over her shoulder.
     At this point all I could see was Mona's giant frame from
the waist up and her massive arms as she carried me across the
lawn, continuing to hold my helpless body in one hand and cover
my mouth and nose with the other.  Then she removed her hand from
my face, and I felt myself being raised, turned right side up and
seated on the top of the stone wall.  It had to be almost six
feet high, for my eyes were now only a few inches below her own. 
Grinning down at me, she continued to hold my waist with one hand
while she unbuckled my belt, loosened my trousers and, after
lifting me an inch or so off the wall, gently slid them and my
shorts down over my knees.
     "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I sputtered. 
"Let me go!"
     "Sassy, little thing, aren't you?" Mona chuckled.  "Cute,
too, and big enough in the right places.  I can see why Bonnie
has the hots for you.  Let's see what I can do with this before
she gets here..."
     She lifted me off the wall again, far enough that she could
slide her other hand between my thighs, forcing them apart, and
firmly cup my entire crotch in her huge palm, and began to
massage me intimately.  Almost immediately sensations of ecstasy
and desire began to flood my lower body, and I felt my penis
stiffen against the pressure of her hand.  "Ahhhh," she murmured
softly, and her other hand went to the back of my neck and head,
immobilizing them, and, as I started to protest, her open mouth
crushed down on mine with a force that bent me backward and
literally took my breath away.  I heard myself squeal and began
to beat on her massive shoulders with my small fists, but my
blows seemingly had no effect on her as she continued to explore
the inside of my mouth with her tongue and massage me almost to
the point of orgasm.
     "I hate to interrupt, but what you've got there belongs to
me."
     I recognized Bonnie's voice, cold and deadly, from behind
Mona, and a chill went through me as Mona slowly released me and
turned her back on me to face her.  Bonnie's face, barely visible
over Mona's broad shoulder, was a mask of controlled fury.
     "Sure, babe," Mona drawled.  "All you gotta do is come take
him.  Of course," she added with a chuckle, "you gotta come
through me to do that..."
     "What I'd really like to do," Bonnie grated, "is put you in
the hospital for a few months.  But that wouldn't do our team any
good, and the coach needs both of us healthy."
     Mona thought a moment.  "Good point," she said finally. 
"Tell you what, babe.  How 'bout a straight test of arm strength,
using both hands?  We keep at it until one of us goes down.  You
put me down, he's yours.  I put you down, I keep him for the
night, and you can have what's left after that.  "'Course," she
added, grinning broadly, "there won't be much left for you to
have any fun with, at least not for a couple of weeks!"
     "Fair enough, bitch," Bonnie snapped, kicked off her high
heeled shoes and put her hands up level with her shoulders.  Mona
did the same, and Bonnie was forced to raise her hands several
inches to clasp the hands of the taller girl.  Mona grinned.
     "Advantage of height and leverage is with me, babe," she
chuckled, "and I'm a lot stronger than I was last spring."
     "So am I.  I'll spot you your advantage and still kick your
butt!"
     Listening to the exchange between these two female titans, I
suddenly realized I was literally shaking with fear that Bonnie
might not be a match for the black haired giantess.  And, as they
closed, the giant muscles of their mighty arms bulging and their
faces taut with the effort, I felt something else as well.  The
sight of these giant Amazons locked in a test of brute strength
was somehow erotic, sending little spasms of desire through me
and bringing my penis, which had gone limp at Bonnie's appear-
ance, back to life.  Apprehension and lust fought for control of
my body as I watched, a helpless male spectator to an unbeliev-
able demonstration of feminine strength and power.
     For several minutes neither girl seemed to gain the advan-
tage.  Then, ever so slowly, Bonnie began to force the bigger
girl's hands down to her own shoulder level.  For the first time
I saw uncertainty flicker across Mona's features, and she gritted
her teeth and heaved forward in a final, titanic effort to
forestall defeat.  But Bonnie held, and with a suddenness that
was startling, the Mona's resistance collapsed.  Seizing the
advantage, Bonnie bent the bigger girl's hands backward over her
shoulders and, with a surge of power, forced her to her knees.
     "Ok, babe!" Mona gasped.  "You win again!"
     "Not quite yet."  Bonnie's voice was grating, strained. 
"I'm not going to put you in the hospital, but I am going to put
those hands of yours out of commission for a while, just to make
sure you don't get any second thoughts any time soon."  Slowly
she tightened her grip on the bigger girl's hands, crushing her
fingers and bringing a scream of pain from her now helpless
victim.  Mona writhed and struggled as Bonnie continued to
increase the pressure on her hands until they were numb from the
pain, releasing her only when her screams had subsided into
uncontrolled sobbing.  Then, with a contemptuous shove, Bonnie
pushed the bigger girl over on her back and came over to me.
     "You OK?" she asked, and then, as she saw my naked, throb-
bing erection, frowned.  "Did Mona do that to you?"
     My face was suddenly hot.  "I couldn't help it, Bonnie!" I
stammered. "She's so strong!  I couldn't stop her!  Any more than
I could stop you from doing the same thing to me this afternoon! 
And then, when you two started wrestling..."  I lowered my head,
unable to meet her stern gaze.
     Bonnie shook her head.  "Men!  You're all alike!  I think
anything in skirts could take advantage of any of you if she were
strong enough and knew which buttons to push!"  She reached up,
wrapped her powerful arms around my chest and thighs, slid me off
the wall to hold me cradled securely against her bosom, and
started to carry me back to the house, stepping around the fallen
Mona, who was now on her knees moaning and holding her crushed
hands against her stomach.
     "Ah, can I pull my pants up before we go inside?" I ventured
hesitantly.
     She gave me an arch look, but for the first I saw a hint of
humor in her eyes.  "No!" she replied emphatically.  "When I get
you inside I'm taking you upstairs, and at this point I'm not
sure whether I'm going to spank you or rape you!  Or maybe both! 
In any case, your little bottom is staying bare!"
     "Aw, Bonnie, come on!  Please!"
     Her expression melted, and then she laughed and hugged me
close to her, hard enough to bend a couple of ribs.  "You little
monkey!" she murmured.  "It's a lucky thing for you I'm in love
with you!  If I weren't, I'd probably turn you over my knee and
tan your backside so you couldn't sit down for a week!  But,
since I am, I suppose I'll have to finish what Mona started...
after all, we can't have you suffering with hot rocks all night!"
     Suddenly, in a rush of emotion, I felt a massive outpouring
of love for this tall, beautiful Amazon who had captured me and
made me hers.  I reached up to put my arms around her neck and
bury my face in the long curve of her throat.  "Oh, Bonnie!" I
heard myself whisper fiercely, "I love you so much!  Don't ever
let me go!"
     She stopped at the patio long enough to kiss me long and
hard.  "Don't worry, baby," she whispered into my open mouth,
"now that I've finally got you, you're never going to get away
from me!"  Then, with a grin, she added, "And I'm certainly not
letting you out of my sight for the rest of tonight!  One rescue
a night is enough!"
     Inside, Margie was filling the punch bowl.  She took one
look at my naked bottom and throbbing erection, laughed and
jerked her head in the direction of the stairway leading to the
second floor.  "First door on the right," she told Bonnie.  "All
the other bedrooms are occupied."
     The next hour was sheer bliss that eclipsed even the ecstasy
of the afternoon.  Under her powerful, yet gentle, caresses, my
body did things I would never have thought possible.  I was her
personal playground; she fondled and kneaded my soft, naked
flesh, kissing, nibbling and tickling me all over until I was
sobbing with desire and pleading to be taken.  And her body was
my temple, a towering structure of incomparable beauty and power,
to be worshipped and adored.  She let me memorize with my lips
and fingers every pore of her perfect, satiny skin and every
striation of muscle that rippled beneath, and, as I knelt before
her kissing and stroking a massive, muscular, shapely thigh that
was as big around as my chest, I found myself wanting nothing
more than to please her in any way I could, to give her as much
ecstasy as--no, even more than--she had given me.  As we lay
together after each orgasm, her mighty arms pressing my entire
body tightly against hers, I begged her to told me even closer,
crying that I couldn't get close enough to her; I wanted to
literally melt into her and become one with her, to be completely
enveloped by her and become a tiny part of that magnificent
goddess who had suddenly become my universe.
     When, finally, she had drained the last measure of ecstasy
from my body, leaving me limp and exhausted beneath her, she
dressed herself and then me and, cradling me in her powerful
arms, carried me downstairs to the living room.  There were only
a couple of girls there, playing with their boy friends.  She
seated herself at the end of a divan, holding me close to her on
her lap, and I wrapped one arm around her neck and buried my face
in the long, smooth curve of her throat.  For several minutes we
remained there, saying nothing and conscious only of each other,
until our reverie was broken by Margie.
     "Hey, you two," she laughed, "you look like you've got it
bad!  I didn't think you were ever going to come downstairs!"
     I looked up at Margie past the strong line of Bonnie's jaw,
and we both smiled, but said nothing.
     "Well," Margie continued, "I don't suppose I could talk you
into coming out back.  We're having lots of fun with the boys
back there."
     "We'll stay here," Bonnie said.  "We both have everything we
want.  Right, baby?"  She looked down into my eyes, and I nodded,
smiling contently.
     "Suit yourself."  Margie turned to leave, and then stopped. 
"By the way, what'd you do to Mona?  She ran out of here crying
an hour ago, and her hands looked like they'd been run through a
wringer!  All swollen and bruised!"
     "I crushed her fingers," Bonnie replied.  "Don't worry.  I
didn't break anything.  She'll be all right in a few days."
     Margie's lips formed an exaggerated "o".  "Wow!  I didn't
think even you were that strong!  Guess she'll think twice before
messing with you again."
     "Or anything that belongs to me," Bonnie said quietly.
     We left the party shortly after midnight, even though it was
still going strong.  Bonnie took me to my door, and as she lifted
me up for a final kiss, I whispered, "I don't want to say good-
night!"
     "I know.  Neither do I.  I wish I could keep you with me all
the time."
     "Oh, God!" I breathed.  "That would be so wonderful!"
     She smiled and nuzzled my cheek.  "It will be, baby," she
replied.  "Look, you should be out of graduate school in a couple
of years, just about the time I graduate.  Then, whether you like
it or not, I'm going to marry you!  Dad's business should be
really booming by then, and he wants me to take it over when he
retires.  I can see that we both get jobs with him, and we can
work and play together for the rest of our lives!  And when I
take over the business, I'll see to it that you have a very
important role in the company!"
     I raised my eyebrows.  "You're going to be my boss?"
     She grinned.  "Uh huh.  In every way.  At work, at home, and
particularly in bed!  Any objections?"
     I sighed.  "Would it make any difference if I did?"
     "Nope."  She hugged me close and kissed me long and hard. 
"You belong to me, baby," she murmured.  "Like it or not, you're
mine for life!"
     I closed my eyes and surrendered myself to the ecstasy of
her embrace.  "I wouldn't want it any other way," I whispered in
reply.

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