THE BOSS' DAUGHTER

                         Part 1 - Reunion

     Bonnie and I have known each other since either of us can
remember.  She's the daughter of my dad's closest friend, and we
spent a lot of time together as children.  However, by the time
we were in our teens, it was apparent to me that we were a
mismatch; I had essentially stopped growing when I was 13 at
5'4", and, not being particularly athletic, never topped 130 lbs. 
Bonnie, on the other hand, by the time she was 15 stood over
5'10" of lush, full bodied, blonde beauty and, although she was
almost three years younger than I, made me feel almost like a
skinny child when we were together.
     Yet, for reasons I could never fathom, she had also devel-
oped a massive crush on me.  Not that I wasn't good looking and
personable; the girls at school called me "pretty boy" (a name I
hated), and I was generally considered fun to be with, but there
were plenty of other guys around who were tall enough and eager
to date her.  Nevertheless, she rejected them all to spend her
free time with me.  Because of our difference in size, I resisted
her many overtures and managed to keep our relationship on a
"just friends" basis, and was actually relieved when her father
moved away to start his own business, although Bonnie was in
tears.
     During the intervening four years our families kept in
contact, and Bonnie and I would occasionally talk on the tele-
phone, but we didn't see each other.  I graduated from a local
college and was ready to start graduate school the following fall
when dad received a call from Bonnie's father.  It seemed that
his new business was booming, and he wanted dad to join his firm
as the top finance executive.  The offer was too good to pass up,
and since dad could not afford to send me away to school, I
applied to a graduate school in the new city and moved with them.
     We had barely arrived and settled into our new home when
Bonnie called to invite me to her house for what she described as
the "last Saturday afternoon pool party of the summer season",
making it clear in the process that she still had her crush on me
and "couldn't wait" to see me again.  Although leery about
resuming what had been a difficult relationship, I accepted on
the assumption that her parents would be there and her invitation
provided an opportunity to make some new friends in a strange
city.  So, following her directions and with beach towel and
swimming trunks under one arm, by one o'clock that Saturday
afternoon I was knocking on the door of her stately suburban
home, wondering what changes four years had made in this tall,
lush beauty.
     Whatever I may have been expecting, I was totally unprepared
for the blonde giantess who greeted me.  Dressed in a loose, full
length, white beach robe that covered her from her neck to her
ankles and towering well over six and a half feet tall on four
inch platform sandals, her blonde, upswept hairdo literally
brushed the top of the doorway.  The lovely features of a face
that had been almost heart shaped were now stronger, more squarish, 
but, if possible, even more beautiful.
     Standing, as I was, on the front stoop several inches below
the level of the door jamb, my eyes were about even with where
her rib cage would have been under the flowing robe, but I didn't
stay there long.  Flashing me a dazzling smile as I gaped up at
her stupidly, she cried, "Johnny!", and pulled me through the
door to envelope me in her long arms and mash my face into her
robe between surprisingly small, firm breasts.  Then, taking me
by my shoulders, she held me out at arm's length, looking fondly
over a foot down at me.
     "Johnny!" she gushed.  "You look fantastic!  I don't think
you've changed a bit.  You're just as I remember you!"
     I allowed as how I couldn't say the same for her, and she
giggled, "You don't know the half of it," as she guided me
through the front hall to a powder room, where she suggested I
change into my swimming trunks and join her at the back yard
pool.
     Notwithstanding a sinking feeling that I was letting myself
in for something I couldn't handle, I did so and, draping my
towel around my shoulders, made my way through a large, sliding
glass door to the rear patio and a huge, "L" shaped swimming
pool.  Bonnie was alone, still wearing her loose robe, lounging
in a deck chair by the pool.  She grinned up at me as I asked
where the party was and replied, "We're the party, Johnny.  Just
us.  Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend, and I thought I
would take the opportunity to renew our...friendship.  Besides,"
she added, rising to her feet to loom over me, "don't you want to
see how much I've changed?"
     With that, she threw open her robe and, in a single, fluid
motion, dropped it to the patio behind her.
     My jaw dropped in abject amazement and dismay as my worst
fears were realized.  Her body was a veritable symphony of
rippling muscularity that would have put a lot of male bodybuild-
ers to shame.  Shoulders that were wide enough for me to sit on
flowed to massively muscled arms that were at least twice the
size of my own and a wide, deep chest that tapered in a sharp "V"
to an incredibly slim, washboard like waist and hard, round hips. 
Her thighs and calves were huge and, like the rest of her, looked
like they were carved in ivory.
     "You see, Johnny," she giggled, flexing a bicep that looked
bigger than a baseball and just as hard under my nose, "I've
gotten into weight lifting and bodybuilding since the last time
we met, and it's made quite a difference, don't you think?  I
stand six feet five and one-half inches in my bare feet and weigh
two hundred and twenty pounds of solid muscle.  I don't think
you'll be able to resist me now, do you?"
     With that she slid her hands under my armpits and, with no
effort at all, lifted me bodily off the patio to hold me at arm's
length high in the air in front of her.  I gasped and cried,
"Bonnie.  For God's sake, put me down!"  But she continued to
hold me for several moments, smiling placidly at my futile
squirming, before lowering me slowly until, her upper arms at her
side and her massive forearms level with the ground, she was
holding me with my eyes just below the level of her chin and my
feet still dangling almost a foot off the ground.  Then, without
moving her upper arms, as if she were effortlessly curling a
small barbell, she raised and lowered me several times, bringing
my face up close to hers where she would blow me a kiss or
playfully nibble my nose or chin.  When she lowered me the final
time, she held me there, looking down at me mischievously.
     "My, Johnny," she giggled, "you're as soft and light as a
little baby.  I'll bet I can do anything with you I want to. 
Let's see, now..."  Before I could protest, with a casual flip of
her forearms, she tossed me up and, while I was momentarily
suspended in midair, shifted her grip down so that her big hands
and long, powerful fingers almost completely encircled my waist. 
As her thumbs pressed into my soft abdomen to force air from my
lungs, she lifted me high into the air again, tilting me forward
so that she could look into my eyes with unconcealed amusement. 
I tried to protest, but could manage only a strangled gasp as she
slowly tilted me from side to side and then forward, bringing my
face down to hers to plant a playful kiss on the tip of my nose. 
Then she brought me close to her, slowly sliding me down her
magnificent body until my eyes were just below her own, my feet
dangling over a foot above the ground.  Holding me hard against
her, she moved one hand down to grip my buttocks and the other up
to cup the back of my head.
     With the pressure on my stomach released, I gulped air into
my tortured lungs and gasped, "Come on, Bonnie!  Cut it out!  Put
me down!  Please!"
     "Not quite yet, little one," she murmured huskily.  "I've
been waiting too long to get you like this,"  and began massaging
my buttocks and covering my face and neck with passionate kisses
and love bites.  I squirmed helplessly in her grip, pushing
against her broad shoulders with my hands with all my strength,
but she barely seemed to notice my efforts.  Even worse, I began
to feel little pangs of sexual desire through my lower body, and
my penis started to throb and strain against the pressure of my
swimming trunks.
     "Bonnie, please stop this!" I begged, "you're going to cover
me with hickeys!"
     She giggled.  "That's the idea, baby," she replied.  "I'm
putting my marks on you so everyone will know you belong to me."
Then she buried her open mouth in the side of my neck, her teeth
biting down hard as she sucked powerfully at my soft flesh. 
Finally she released my neck and lowered me slowly and effort-
lessly to the ground.  "That," she proclaimed triumphantly, "will
be the granddaddy of all hickeys!"
     "And my cue to exit," I replied, backing away from her and
checking the distance to the house.  Thinking I had a chance, I
broke for the house as fast as I could.  I wasn't fast enough. 
She caught me in half a dozen long strides and, with a laugh,
wrapped one powerful arm around my waist and swung me completely
off the ground to tuck me securely under her armpit and carry me,
kicking and struggling, back to the pool.  There, she shifted me
forward and tucked me under her other arm so that I was facing to
her rear.
     "Time to get rid of your swimming suit, Johnny," she told
me.  "You're not likely to try to run away from me naked, are
you?"
     "Bonnie, no!" I protested, redoubling my efforts to escape
her grasp.  "Please don't do this!"  But I was helpless against
the incredible strength of this beautiful, young Amazon as she
casually slid my trunks down over my knees.  Then, reaching down 
to grip one of my ankles, she let me drop so that I was hanging
upside down from her single hand, my head dangling over a foot
off the ground.  Catching my other ankle with her free hand, she
casually forced my feet together and completed the job of remov-
ing my trunks, after which she laid them over her shoulder and
reached down to slide her free hand behind my neck, turn me right
side up and lower me to the ground.  Then she straightened to her
full height to hold my trunks high above her head, well out of my
reach, and grin mischievously down at me.
     By this time it was obvious that I was incapable of provid-
ing any effective resistance to whatever she wanted to do with
me, so I tried to reason with her.  "Come, on, Bonnie," I plead-
ed, "this is crazy.  You're too much bigger and stronger than I
am for us to have any kind of romantic relationship.  We'd be the
laughing stock of the town!"
     She tossed my trunks aside, took my face in both her big
hands and tilted my head back, forcing me to look up at her
lovely features looming over a foot above my own.  "Not true,
Johnny," she replied.  "I'm bigger than most of the boys at
college except a few of the football and basketball jocks, and
I'm stronger than they are to boot.  I beat the captain of the
wrestling team in arm wrestling, and he weighs a solid 250
pounds!  Yet most of the boys I know--and, I'm told, a lot I
don't--would give a year's allowance to be in your place right
now.  Not only that, but most of the girls on our girls' basket-
ball and track and field teams are close to or over six feet
tall, and they all work out with weights like I do.  All of them
have boy friends who aren't much bigger or stronger than you are. 
You'd fit right in."
     My heart sank.  If what she was saying were true, I was dead
meat, doomed to be a part of a clique in which the men were the
weaker sex!  And with her being Dad's boss' daughter, there
wasn't a thing I could do about it!
     My dismay must have shown in my face, for she suddenly bent
down to look fondly into my eyes.  "Don't worry, baby," she said
softly.  "By the time I'm finished with you, you'll be as crazy
about me me as I am about you."
     "Huh?  Wha..."  As I gaped up at her stupidly, I was sudden-
ly aware that her right hand was no longer holding my face, and
then I felt it slide between my thighs, twist to force them apart
and firmly, yet gently, encompass my naked crotch.  Instinctively
I grabbed her big wrist with both my small hands in a futile
attempt to dislodge her grip.  Then, to my abject amazement, she
shifted her other hand to the back of my neck and rose to her
full height, effortlessly lifting me with her and tilting me
backward to raise and capture my open mouth with hers.  As her
tongue probed the inside of my mouth at will, I felt her hand
begin to gently massage my crotch and reawaken the pangs of
sexual desire in my body.  Within seconds my penis was throbbing
and straining against the palm of her hand.
     For the first time I realized fully the extent of this
gorgeous giantess' unbelievable strength and how puny and help-
less I was against her.  She had lifted and was supporting my 130
lbs. of weight in the palm of a single hand with no more effort
than if I were a baby!  And even worse, she was arousing me
sexually against my will!  No one, man or woman, had ever before
made me feel so weak and defenseless.  Held in midair in the palm
of her hand, her open mouth crushing down on mine and the ache of
sexual desire flooding my body, it was as though a screw were
being turned in my back, and I knew that I would never be the
same as I had been before.
     After what seemed like an eternity, she released my mouth,
slowly lowered me to the ground and removed her hand from my
crotch.  My penis sprang to attention like an uncoiled spring,
and she laughed delightedly.  "My, my, Johnny," she giggled,
"even I didn't think I could make you want me so quickly.  This
is going to be a lot easier than I expected.  But, since I'm not
ready yet, I guess we'll have to take some of the pressure off
that little dingus of yours..."
     Catching my wrists in her big hands, she forced them togeth-
er and up over my head where she secured them in the grip of a
single hand.  Then, simultaneously bending me backward and
dropping to one knee, she slid her free hand under my back and,
before I could even protest, with a single, fluid motion rose to
her feet and lifted me high over her head, holding me there with
her one hand, her other continuing to secure both my wrists for
balance.
     Held helpless almost ten feet above the ground, my stomach
did a flip flop and my penis collapsed almost immediately as the
feeling of desire drained from my body.  As I started to protest,
I heard her sing below me, "Ta da!  To the victor belongs the
spoils!  And you, my little love, are the spoils."
     Still holding me high above her head and pausing only long
enough to kick off her platform sandals, she descended the steps
into the pool and waded toward the deep end until the water was
up to her neck.  Then she lowered me until I was floating on my
back in the water and, before I could swim away, gripped me
firmly around my chest under my armpits and held me out at arm's
length in water that was well over my head.
     As I looked at her nervously, she chuckled, "Time to cool
you off some more, lover," and, without warning, forced me down
until the top of my head was several inches under the surface of
the water with my feet barely brushing the bottom of the pool.
     Panic struck me as, for a moment, I thought she was going to
drown me.  Grabbing her big forearms, I tried to lever myself up
to the surface, but she held me in place by merely tightening her
grip on my chest, and all I could do was thrash about helplessly. 
Finally, when I thought my lungs were going to burst, she raised
my head out of the water, regarding me with pursed lips in
unconcealed amusement as I coughed and sputtered, "Bonnie, for
God's sake, you almost drowned me!"
     "Okay," she laughed, "when you've had enough, put your hands
over your head and give me the time out signal.  Ready?  Deep
breath, now! And down you go!"
     And down I went again, only this time with enough air in my
lungs that I knew she wouldn't inadvertently drown me.  Neverthe-
less, I put my hands up out of the water where she could see them
and gave her the "T" sign, and almost immediately she raised my
head above the surface.
     "Come on, Bonnie," I choked, "what are you trying to prove?"
     She pursed her lips again, regarding me with heavy lidded
eyes.  "Well," she said slowly, "there is a way you can keep me
from dunking you."
     "How?  How?"
     "Put your arms around my neck."
     I grimaced.  So that was it!  I shook my head and sputtered,
"No dice, Bonnie.  In the first place, you're holding me out so
far I can't even reach you.  And second, as strong as you are,
you could break my hold and dunk me any time you wanted."
     She brought me close to her and playfully nuzzled my cheek. 
"Not if I had something more interesting to do with you," she
murmured, and then, with a sigh, added, "but, if you'd rather be
dunked..."
     She started to hold me out at arm's length, but I cried,
"Okay, okay!" and put my arms quickly over her broad shoulders. 
She pulled me against her again, then grimaced as I left my arms
hanging over her shoulders.
     "I said around my neck, lover, not just on my shoulders,"
she told me archly and started to move me out again.  I wrapped
my arms quickly around her neck, and she chuckled and tucked me
firmly against her, holding me by my buttocks and the back of my
head as she had before, my naked penis trapped against her hard,
flat, lower stomach.  I felt her big hand again squeeze and
fondle my buttocks as she moved me gently up and down her body to
massage my penis back to life.
     "See?" she giggled, nibbling my cheek and neck, "Isn't this
a lot nicer than being dunked?"
     I didn't answer her because I knew that there was nothing I
could say or do to keep this gorgeous Amazon from doing whatever
she wanted with me.  Besides, as much as I wanted to deny it,
with the sensations of sexual desire again flooding my loins, her
lips gentling nibbling my face and neck and the feeling of her
small, hard breasts digging into my chest, I was actually begin-
ning to enjoy being held in her arms.  When she again captured my
open mouth with hers, I made to attempt to resist, and, as her
tongue intertwined with mine, she removed her hands from my
buttocks and the back of my head and began to run them up and
down my body, kneading my soft flesh with her powerful fingers.
     Finally she released my lips.  "Come on, Johnny," she
whispered huskily, "I'm going to carry you upstairs and make love
to you."
     I looked at her helplessly.  "Bonnie, please...I..."
     "Shush!"  She put a finger to my lips to cut off my protest,
slid one arm under my buttocks and carried me easily, cradled in
her single arm, out of the pool and across the patio to a large
blanket laying on the patio tile.  Laying me down on my back on
one edge of it, she added, "Of course, I have to dry you off
first."
     The blanket extended about a foot and a half above my head
and a yard beyond my feet.  She folded the bottom excess neatly
over my legs and came over to grip my wrists and pin my arms to
my sides, and then, before I realized her intentions, she rolled
me up in the blanket and secured it tightly around me with two
luggage straps, one around my chest and the other around my
thighs and calves, that had been laying beneath it and which she
had rolled around me with the blanket.  After patting my face dry
with the top of the blanket, she pulled it down to expose my
face, kissed me lightly on the tip of my nose, gripped me firmly
just above my elbows and lifted me bodily off the ground to hold
me out at arm's length and inspect her work.
     "You're like a little papoose, Johnny," she laughed, "my
little papoose."  She brought me to her and cradled me in her
strong arms, tucking my legs under one arm, wrapping her other
arm around my chest and arms and pressing my head against her
broad shoulder as she looked down into my eyes lovingly.  "Does
Bonnie's little papoose like being cuddled as snug as a bug in a
rug in Bonnie's arms?" she cooed as she carried me to the house.
     Amazingly, I was beginning to realize that I DID like it. 
Wrapped in the blanket, with her powerful arms around me holding
me tightly against her and my head against her shoulder looking
up at her lovely, larger than life features as she smiled placid-
ly down at me and ran her lips lightly over my exposed face, I
felt like a small child in the arms of its mother, and that
sensation sent spasms of sexual desire through my body like I had
never felt before.  And I suddenly realized that, more than
anything else I had ever wanted, I WANTED this beautiful, Amazo-
nian giantess to make love to me.
     She carried me easily through the patio doors, through the
house to the front hall and up a broad, winding staircase to a
large, elaborately furnished bedroom with a king size bed against
one wall.  Cradling me in one arm while she pulled off the
bedspread, she laid me down in the center of the bed and went
over to a long dresser from which she removed two pair of nylon
stockings and wrapped each pair together to form a nylon rope. 
At that point, I started to get nervous.
     "Bonnie," I quavered as she came back to the bed,
"what...what are you doing?"
     She laughed.  "Don't worry, baby," she replied.  "I'm not
going to hurt you.  I have a very special technique I want to use
on you, and for that I want to have both hands free.  And since
you'll probably be kicking and struggling most of the time, that
means I'm going to have to tie you to the bed."
     "Now, wait a minute..."
     But she had already undone the straps which held me secured
in the blanket and, gripping the edge of the blanket, gave a
mighty heave up and back.  I was lifted a foot off the bed and
spun like a top to land sprawling on my face in the center of the
bed, my head reeling.  Before I could recover, she was straddling
my back with her massive, muscular thighs and had gripped both of
my wrists to force them together and cross them behind my head,
where she tied them together with one of the nylon ropes she had
made, tight enough to be secure but not so tight so as to cut off
the circulation to my hands.  Then she turned and, sitting
securely on my buttocks, caught both my ankles and bent them up
to tie them together in the same manner.  By the time my head
cleared, she had turned me over on my back and was tying the
loose ends of the ropes to the frame at the head and foot of the
bed, pulling my body taut so that I could barely move.
     I was really frightened now and looked up at her pleadingly. 
"What...what are you going to do to me?" I quavered as she came
around from the foot of the bed to loom over me.
     She reached behind her and undid her bikini bra and let it
fall to the floor, exposing erect nipples on her small, firm
breasts, and then did the same with her bikini bottom.  I barely
had a glimpse of the blonde bush that covered her maidenhead as
she crawled onto the bed and laid down on top of me, her 220 lbs.
of powerfully muscled femininity mashing me into the mattress and
all but crushing the wind out of me.
     "Among other things, this," she answered me, and, for the
third time that afternoon, took my face in her hands and captured
my open mouth with hers, undulating her body against mine as she
did so.  Again my penis sprang to life, pressing against her rock
hard abdomen, and pangs of desire again began to course through
my lower body.  Vaguely I felt her hands leave my face to grip my
sides and run up and down my body, kneading my soft flesh.  Then
her fingers were probing my exposed armpits, and my entire body
stiffened in alarm.
     She released the pressure of her mouth on mine just enough
to murmur, "You still as ticklish as you used to be, Johnny?"  
The stiffness in my body and must have been all the answer she
needed, for her mouth crashed back down on mine, and her fingers
literally flew up and down my sides, poking and tickling my
armpits and ribs, as she undulated her massive body up and down
against mine, massaging my erect penis against her abdomen and
sending pulsations of ecstasy through my helpless body.
     The effect on me was devastating!  My mind literally snapped
as my consciousness was overwhelmed by the combined sensations of
the titillations of my armpits and sides and erotic stimulations
of my penis.  I tried to buck and heave, but against my bondage
and the pressure of her heavy body could only writhe feebly in
the delicious torture she was inflicting on my helpless body.  My
screams of protest were muffled whines into her open mouth which
held mine captive, blocked by her tongue as it explored the
inside of my mouth at will.  I have no idea how long she contin-
ued to manipulate me; I only know that when she finally released
my lips and moved back to straddle my legs every fibre of my body
was aching for her.
     But she wasn't finished toying with me.  Her hands still
held my sides, and, as she resumed her tickling, she lowered her
face, now flushed with her own desire, to my body and began to
lick and bite my chest and stomach.  I screamed, and my body
instinctively writhed and twisted against her.  Then, as she
stretched out and leaned down over my thighs, I felt her capture
my penis between her small, hard breasts.  Somehow, as her
fingers probed my armpits and sides and her lips roamed up and
down my chest and stomach, she was able to press her powerful
upper arms against her breasts, tightening them around and
massaging my penis.  Again my consciousness was submerged in the
combination of erotic stimulation, and I thought I was going to
orgasm on the spot.  Somehow I didn't, and after what seemed an
eternity she moved forward to take my hard and throbbing penis
inside her.
     Now my face was sandwiched between her breasts, wet from the
juices she had worked from my penis.  I vaguely felt her long
arms slide around my chest and under my back until her fingers
were again resting lightly under my armpits and heard her gasp
and moan as she began to work herself up and down on me.  Then,
as I became aware of where her fingers were, my body stiffened in
alarm, and I began to push against her, my strangled protest cut
off as her fingers began tickling my armpits with a vengeance.
     The effect was like magic.  Even as my mind exploded from
the tickling, the uncontrolled struggles of my body brought me to
climax with her, and the combined sensations carried me to a
pinnacle of ecstasy beyond anything I had ever known before.  I
tried to scream with pleasure, but could only manage a whine
against the pressure of her breasts, a whine that mingled with
her own as she writhed in the esctasy of her own orgasm.  When it
subsided, I could only lay supinely beneath her as she milked the
last drop of pleasure from my manhood.
     Finally she lifted herself to her hands and knees, still
straddling my helpless body, and looked fondly down at me,
filling my eyes with her lovliness.  And as I drank in her
beauty, I suddenly knew that I was hers, that I wanted nothing
more than to belong to her and to be a part of her.  She must
have seen that in my face, for she smiled and rose from the bed
to unty the nylon ropes from my wrists and ankles.  Then she slid
her arms around my chest and thighs and lifted me from the bed to
hold me securely in her arms, and, almost unconsciously, I wound
my arms around her neck in sweet surrender to her embrace.
     She carried me downstairs to the living room, and I spent
the rest of the afternoon, between several additional trips to
her bedroom, cuddled on her lap on the divan as she played with
me.  And to my amazement, I loved every minute of it, even her
tickling, and even found myself raising my arms in a silent plea
for her to tickle me, collapsing in helpless laughter as she
promptly obliged.  And during that afternoon we exchanged count-
less promises of undying love, although I did express one reser-
vation about our relationship.
     "What's that?" she asked.
     I hesitated.  "I can't help but wonder what will happen if
we ever have a fight," I said finally.  "Do I get tossed into the
middle of next week?"
     She laughed and hugged me close.  "Don't be silly, baby!"
she admonished me.  "Do you think I'd deliberately hurt a de-
fenseless, little man like you?"
     "So?  How do we resolve it?"
     She thought a minute.  "Well, if we ever have a difference
of opinion, I guess I'd try to reason with you.  Of course," she
added, "if that didn't work, I'd probably just pick you up and
tickle you until you changed your mind."
     I grimaced.  "Figures," I muttered.
     She laughed again.  "But then, again," she said softly, "if
I got REALLY angry--like if I saw you looking at another girl--
I'd probably turn you over my knee and spank you!"
     I flushed, but felt the stirrings of desire at her words. 
"Small chance of that, my love," I whispered.  "I think you've
just ruined me for girls my own size!"
     "Oh?  In that case, you may be in trouble.  You haven't met
the girls on our basketball and track and field team yet. 
They're all bigger and stronger than you, and, even though most
of them have boy friends, I think they'd all just love to get
their hands on a cute, little guy like you.  I see I'm going to
have to keep my eye on you tonight."
     "Tonight?  What's happening tonight?"
     She frowned.  "Hmm!  Guess I forgot to tell you.  Most of
the girls are in for school, and Margie--she lives in town--is
throwing a pre-school party for us all tonight.  I'm taking you
to it."
     "Another party?"
     She chuckled.  "A real one, this time.  I don't think I have
to trick you any more, do I?"
     I ignored her question.  "And YOU'RE taking ME?"
     "Uh huh.  I have my own car, and I'll drive.  Pick you up at
your place at eight."  She gently tweaked my nose.  "Bodily, if
necessary."
     I sighed.  "Well," I said, "since I obviously don't have any
choice in the matter, I'd better be getting home to get ready. 
Look at the clock, my love.  It's after five!"
     She looked up in surprise.  "You're right!" she exclaimed. 
She stood up, easily lifting me with her to cuddle me in her
powerful arms.  "Guess we'll have to make this one a quickie,"
she added as she carried me on our fourth trip to her bedroom.

                        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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