Arturo's Story




To those of you who just read Gino, please wipe it from your memory,
strike it from the record. It contained a MAJOR error in it. Gina is
NOT a bigamist, she did NOT just marry Bernie, she wasn't even there.
The story was written in the wee hours of the morning, and I completely
blanked out Helena, Bernie's true love.  She was supposed to help, but
I neglected that part, and made Gina Bernie's love. If Adrian Burns
ever found out, he'd kill me. That would be after Helena, Gina, and
Bernie got through with me sooooo, the following story is a re-write of
the Gino story, named after the Star of the story, the main guy, the
big Kahuna, Arturo Barillas.

The following story was written to honor Arturo Barillas, whose
constructive criticism along with the survey results, helped me to
clarify the wishes of my readers.

J.

"It's not easy being the commander of the most important installation
in the world. You have to keep track of everyone. No one may slip out
of your reach. Then why did Eric? I really don't have to ask why, when
he brought back Teresa, I knew instantly. Such beauty, such strength.
If only she had a sister. HA! I'm dreaming, of course, Francesca
wouldn't like it. Francesca, my frump of a wife. She wasn't always this
way. When I married her she was such a beauty, but the good life added
pounds to her figure, and made her crabbier with every pound. Here I am
the envy of men everywhere, and I have to be stuck with such a shrew."

Arturo jammed the letter he had just written in his desk as Francesca
entered.

"Arturo," she said, "what do you think of this dress?"

Arturo hated these kinds of questions. You can never get it right. If
you said it was lovely, she'd snap back that it was too tight. If you
said you didn't like it, she'd respond that you insulted her taste in
clothes. What was a guy to do?

"It's fine, dear," Arturo said, getting up from his desk. "I need to go
to my office. I'll see you tonight. Don't be late."

He rushed out the door. Giving Francesca a little peck on the lips as
he left.

Francesca listened carefully as the car drove away. then she ran to the
desk. She saw the corner of a piece of paper which was sticking out.
Curiousity got the best of her as she pulled it out and read what
Arturo had just written. She cried as she saw his true feelings. She
hated herself. She did not like the way she looked, yet couldn't do
anything about it. She was bored. She had everything she ever wanted,
but she wasn't happy. When she was on the farm, she was poor, but
happy. Being the only daughter, she felt she must keep up with her
brothers. She did what they did. Lifting haybales (although hers, at
first, were much smaller), bringing feed to the cattle, and hauling
manure really got her into shape. Her impressive muscles is what
attracted Arturo, then a young lieutenant, to her. She remembered the
day they met, September 21, 1987. She was 17, he was 21. She was
pitching hay as he walked by the farm. He lived in a neighboring town,
and his car had broken down near her farm, so he walked to get help.

Francesca's muscles flexed impressively as she lifted the bale with the
pitchfork. She sensed someone one watching her and turned around still
holding the fork.

"Wow!" Arturo yelled involuntarily.

"You like what you see?" she asked coyly.

"Very much," Arturo said.

Suddenly he was on the ground. Francesca had tossed the hay in his
direction, and the bale clipped his shoulder.

Francesca then leaped over the fence and ran to him, throwing her body
on him in a wrestling hold.

"Who are you, and why have you been spying on me? Are you some kind of
pervert?" Francesca yelled.

Arturo knew that his next words were crucial to his health.

"My car broke down a mile from here and I was passing by hoping to get
help. I saw you there and was waiting for you to finish before I said
anything. But then I saw you lift the haybale like it was a feather,
and was so very impressed that my rudeness got the best of me, and I
yelled. I'm very sorry."

Francesca heard the sincerity in his voice, and was impressed. She got
up, and offered her hand to him, as she easily lifted him off the
ground. He stared at her bulging bicep and shyly turned aside.

"What's your name?" Francesca asked.

"Arturo," he answered. "Arturo Barillas. I just got home from overseas.
I serve in the Italian army, as part of the peacekeeping force in
Beirut."

"Come," she said, "I'll introduce you to my family. I'm sure they can
help."

Francesca led Arturo to the house and yelled for her parents. They met
her at the front door, and she explained Arturo's plight.

"Come in, come in," Mama Piatza insisted. "Papa, you take Gino and get
the man's car."

"Yes, Mama," Papa said. As nominal leader of the house, he made all the
decisions, after consulting his wife, of course.

"We don't got much, but we share what we got," Mama said, as she put an
elaborate spread in front of him.

"Thank you, Mrs..." Arturo began.

"Call me Mama. I get insulted if you no call me Mama," Mama said
forthrightly.

Arturo grinned. "Thank you, Mama. You're just like my Mama. Very kind,
and sharing, and she don't mince her words," Arturo said, with respect.

"I like you, boy, and I can tell my Francesca likes you too," Mama
said,
winking at Francesca.

"MAMA!" Francesca yelled, truly embarrassed at what her Mama said.

Arturo smiled, then putting on a solemn face walked over to Francesca.
"Would you do me the honor of being my friend?" Arturo asked politely
with a bow.

Francesca wasn't expecting such formality. "Certainly, Arturo. I hope
we can become very good friends," Francesca said with a curtsy.

Mama was impressed. Never had she seen her daughter act so dignified
and
proper. She predicted that Arturo would go very far in this world.

Papa came in, having returned from retrieving the car, just in time to
see Francesca's curtsy. "Madone! Mama, I just witnessed a miracle,"
Papa
exclaimed.

Francesca ran over to her Papa and hugged him, lifting him up easily.
"Papa, I'd like you to meet my new friend, Arturo."

"Son, anyone who could give my daughter such happiness by being her
friend is welcomed at my house anytime," Papa said proudly.

Mama agreed readily. "Eat! Eat! the food is getting cold," Mama said
rushing around the kitchen. She didn't want anyone to see the tears of
joy she had that her daughter had found a nice, decent man, like her
father.

Gino came in to announce that the car had been fixed. The top radiator
hose had busted, and he had a replacement. It didn't take him long to
figure out that an important event had occurred. Mama was holding
Papa's hand, and Francesca was holding the stranger's hand.

"Will somebody tell me what's happening here?" Gino yelled.

Mama slapped him upside the head. "Hush you mouth. Eat! I'll tell you
later."

"Well, I better get going," Arturo said. I don't want to keep my Mama
waiting."

"What's you Mama's name?" Mama Piatza asked.

"Graziana Portini Barillas," Arturo replied.

"Graziana is your Mama?" Mama Piatza exclaimed, "I've known her since
childhood. She used to live in my village, and we played together. Her
father got work elsewhere and we lost track of each other. Please tell
her Rosita Conchita misses her."

"I sure will. I'm sure she'll be glad to hear from you. I'll bring her
back this evening, if you'd like," Arturo said.

"That would be wonderful. Please bring the whole family", Mama said.

"It just Mama and Papa, Victoria, she's 15, and me," Arturo explained,
"I'll ask them if they can come, then we'll call you."

Arturo left holding Francesca's hand until he got to the car. "Until
this evening," he said kissing her hand.

Arturo was feeling very happy when he arrived. He ran in the house and
excitedly told his mother what had happened.

"Rosita Conchita? She was my dearest friend when we were small. Of
course we'll come. Won't we Papa?"

Papa Barillas smiled knowing that the decision was already made.

Victoria was her usual sweet self. "I AIN'T GOING!" she screamed.
"There's nobody I know there, and I won't have a good time."

Mama spoke in a gentle voice. "If you don't go, you are grounded for a
month. No phonecalls, no TV, nothing. You'll have to start reading
books and doing chores. So, what's it to be?"

Arturo called the Piatzas with the good news. Everyone would be there.

"Papa, get two fat chickens from the henhouse," Mama Piatza ordered,
"we're having company."

Francesca was ordered inside to help clean and vacuum the house. Gino
had to pick up outside the house. After chores, then it was time for
everyone to clean themselves up. "Put on your Sunday clothes," Mama
ordered, "I want you to look your best."

Francesca showered and put on a beautiful flowered dress, not too much
cleavage showing but enough to impress. She also liked that it was
sleeveless, and showed off her arms to their best advantage.

Gino put on his suit and tie. The tie choked him, but one look from
Mama
convinced him to keep it on.

Papa Piatza had a nice shirt and tie. Mama knew he'd only wear a suit
for funerals, and this was to be a joyous occasion.

As the chicken was cooking, Mama did her nails and hair. She cooked in
the kitchen with her robe on until 5 minutes before her company came,
then she put on her most gorgious dress, and answered the door when
they knocked.

"ROSIE!!!!", Graziana shouted.

"GRACIE!!!", Rosita replied.

They hugged for 5 minutes until the two Papas interrupted them.
Introductions were made all around. Victoria giving close visual
inspection to Gino, and liking what she saw. Gino felt uncomfortable in
his suit, and while Mama was visiting with her friend, took it off.

Francesca had walked with Arturo and sat within hearing distance of her
brother and Arturo's sister.

Victoria's eyes went wide at the site of the bulging muscles. Gino was
tongue-tied. Victoria was beautiful. Well built, and on the muscular
side.

"How did you get so big?" Victoria asked.

"Oh, just working on the farm, I guess. You gots to have strong muscles
to do the chores," Gino replied. Where'd you get yours?"

Victoria was surprised that he had noticed. She was proud of her
efforts to be fit. "I work out at the school gym. I'm practicing to
compete in the State's triathlon meet."

"You sure are pretty, Victoria" Gino said, and turned away embarrassed.

"Thank you," Victoria answered, "but please call me Vicki."

As Gino talked Vicki inched closer to Gino until she was right next to
him. Gino, as perceptive as a rock, didn't notice her proximity until
she gently kissed him on the cheek.

"And then I feed the cattle and haul man... What'd ya do that for?"
Gino asked surprised.

"I don't know, you looked so kissable," Vicki said. She had never
kissed
anyone so compulsively before.

"Well, ya don't have to stop now," Gino said smiling.

Ah, such love.

A knock at the door broke Francesca from her daydream. She looked at
the time and screamed. She only had half an hour to get ready. She must
have gone to sleep dreaming of her past. "I'm coming," Francesca yelled
at the door. She opened it "What do you want?"

Teresa rushed in, slamming the door behind her. "There's been a
takeover at Chronos. A group of terrorists calling themselves
Varkamazons infiltrated the building posing as tourists. They captured
the senior staff, including your husband, and are demanding a ransom. I
know they kill my Erics, they were responsible for the Varkins first
major defeat," she said, her tough exterior starting to crumble.
Francesca hugged her close.

"We will have to rescue them. Do you know anyone else who could help?"
Francesca asked, taking control.

"Helena!" Teresa exclaimed. "I'll call Helena."

Helena had moved to this time period to live with Bernie. 

Teresa called Helena. "Helena!" Teresa said, "There's trouble at
Chronos. A group of Amazon terrorists have taken over the building."

"My God, Bernie went in early this morning, I pray he's okay. I'll meet
you over there. I'm bringing some goodies I got from Dr. Amator."

Teresa and Francesca drove to the area. They met Helena a half a mile
away. She had a bag full of Lizade in pill form which would enhance the
strength of the users. The trick was getting it too them.

Teresa knew the facility and was able to sneak in. She snuck into a
supply cabinet and grabbed surgical outfits for the three of them. Thus
fully attired, they walked into the building. Armed terrorists met them
near the front door.

"We are needed for surgery, you must let us in", Helena insisted.

The terrorists may have been strong, but they weren't too smart. They
let them in without checking with their superiors. The three heroines
separated the Lizade into cups. and put them on medical trays. They,
then, walked into the offices. Guns were drawn as they walked in.
Seeing the medical outfits, the terrorists lowered their guard.

"Time for you medicine," Teresa said, sounding very professional.

"What's that for?" an amazon, probably a leader, said.

"Working with the chronoscopes can lead to chromosomal damage unless
they are treated daily with anti-radiation medicine. It has to be
administered at this time, or they will exhibit signs of poisoning.
Lots of vomiting can happen," Teresa explained.

Eric (1st) got the hint and started making retching sounds.

"Okay, okay. Give it to 'em", she ordered.

All three went to their loves first. "You must take all these pills at
once," Helena said to Bernie, "you'll feel the effects shortly."

Teresa give both her Erics theirs, and Francesca went to Arturo, who
was tied in his chair.

Arturo smiled at their ingenuity, but didn't understand what was
happening.  Eric caught on quickly knowing what was coming.

The "nurses" then distributed the pills to the others in the room, then
left. Out of sight from the terrorists, they took Lizade themselves.
Within minutes, their strength increased tremendously and they had
trouble keeping in their uniforms.

Inside the office, the men were seeing the same results. Their muscles
increasing under their clothes, and their sweat glands emitting
powerful
pheromones.

The effects on the terrorists was immediate. The leader Shyla became
sexually aroused. She walked over to Arturo. "I'm going to have you for
my boy toy," she said bending over and reaching for his penis.

Arturo saw his opportunity, "I'm nobody's sex toy!", he yelled and
brought his knees up quickly, knocking them into Shyla's chin. This
snapped her head back, and she dropped down on his lap unconcious. He
jumped up, breaking his bonds and reached for the nearest terrorist. In
the confusion, the Erics and Bernie took the opportunity to break free.
They subdued the two remaining terrorists with vicious kicks to the
head.

By the time they escaped, Helena, Teresa and Francesca had overpowered
the remaining guards. With everything under control, they all relaxed
and went to the cafeteria. Arturo bought lunch for all, and they talked
about the crisis.

Arturo could not help looking at his wife. Her monstrously strong,
lovely arms were attached to beautiful, broad, muscular shoulders,
leading down to a massive chest (60 HH, at least), on top of thick
striated pecs. His heart was pounding as he went to her.

"You like what you see?" she asked grinning.

"Very much," he replied, then was knocked to the ground by her massive
body, straddled him in a wrestling move.

He remembered the first time they met, and fell in love with her all
over again.

The other couples looked on with admiration, and a bit of jealousy.
Such love between to people needs to be imitated. Both Erics got down
on their knees and proposed to Teresa, she readily accepted, smiling
and crying simultanteously.

Helena took a different twist. She lifted Bernie in her arms in such a
way, that he would naturally wrap his legs around her waist. Then she
kissed him hard, their tongues in sweet embrace. "Marry me!," she
ordered.

"So you think you can order me around, huh?" Bernie asked playfully.

"Shut up and say yes," Helena demanded.

"Yes M'AM!", Bernie willingly answered.

The Justice of the Peace had never performed a double wedding,
especially with five people, but their money was good, and they vowed
to be true to their loves, and that was good enough for her. Francesca
and Arturo were witnesses, and secretly vowed their undying love for
each other as the ceremony progressed.

J. Pardo

libguy3@yahoo.com