YVONNE LITTLE-EAGLE-FEATHER, Part 1
by Joe Rathbone
YVONNE LITTLE-EAGLE-FEATHER,   The TOUGH Cinderella

A tall, athletic woman wearing only a thong kept tugging at her man
of shorter stature but slim, athletic build as well and similarly
dressed.
"Come on, lets have another roll in the sand!"
"Wow!" he replied, astounded at her appetite for sex, "Again? We
came to this beach to walk, not have a sex orgy. Not to mention,
ONE of these times, somebody's going to see us!"

The six-foot, two inch blond lady grabbed her man and drew him
tight next to her. She spread her legs and rubbed her crotch on his
side. She huffed out, "I came here for an ORGY! With you gone,
flying people across the Atlantic weeks at a time, my horniness
gets pent up! Now FUCK with me or I'll rough you up! You're lucky
I don't go find another man to fuck with like most Pilot's wives
do!"
"Well, okay... OOF!"
She threw him down with considerable force on the sand of Cape Cod
Beach, knelt down over him with her legs spread, straddling his
body. She un-clipped the snaps of his thong bikini and stimulated
his worn-down genital with her fingers. When sufficiently hard, she
shoved it passed the delicate, thin material of her thong not even
bothering to take it off, and deep in her body. The fabric of her
thong was so thin and brief, it was possible for it to be bunched
up beside the mound of her vagina. Her vagina devoured her man's
genital to its base and she began another round of furious pumping,
huffing, and finally, screaming from climax.

They had most of Cape Cod beach to themselves, for it was a week-
day and the weather cool and over-cast anyway. The late afternoon
going on to evening cast a dark, bluish hue over everything. Both
of the couple, possessing lean, athletic bodies, had no trouble
hiking a considerable distance to this remote part of the beach.
Cape Cod beach is situated on the Atlantic-side of that thin
peninsula that circles up from the main-land of Massachusetts. They
hiked nearly to the end of it. The only other people around were
far away... on the sea, way out there. Yachts and business vessels
chugged around to enter Boston Harbor. Perhaps, someone with lots
of time and so inclined... could have observed the couple's sexual
activities through high-powered binoculars...

His sex-hungry Wife calmed down after climaxing, with his genital
still far in her. After so many times, his genital now felt funny.
Blisters were developing. She continued to sit on top of him,
panting. "Whew! Oh Allen! THAT felt nice! I don't see how you do
it. Most men would have faded by now. Have you gushed?"

She rested leaning, her arms out-stretched in front of her, her
hands in the sand just over his shoulders. Her triceps-muscles
bulged out from supporting her position. She lowered her face to
his and gave him a sultry press on his lips.

"Annie, If I gush again, I've had it. But it's hurting to let go.
It's blistered, you got to let me on top so I can take it easy..."
"Okay, okay, I'll let you on top." she reluctantly agreed.

They rolled over and with care, Allen pumped, dumping more of his
passion into Anastasia's furnace.

He finally climaxed, but unfortunately, his pumping re-stimulated
Anastasia. She grabbed her husband, rolled him over to his back
again and began thrusting furiously despite his begging, "ANNIE!
It's BLISTERED!"
As she thrust she huffed out angrily, "MOST men would LOVE this!
You're going back to your precious 747 in a couple days so you can
heal your blisters there! Now STOP COMPLAINING or I'll fuck other
men while you're gone!"

She continued pumping furiously until another orgasm plowed through
her, forcing out a number of loud, huffing screams.

She finally began to calm down. The blisters on Allen's genital,
now ruptured, stung. Still inside Anastasia's body, her vaginal
juices burned his raw blisters.

Suddenly she screamed out, "YOU DIRTY LITTLE BRAT! WHAT DO YA THINK
YOU'RE STARING AT!?"
From his position, pinned under big Anastasia, Allen craned his
neck to see. A dark skinned little girl apparently, out of
curiosity, came and watched them do it.
"GET OUT OF HERE!" Anastasia screamed as she picked up a hand full
of sand and drew back to throw it at the little girl. Through all
this, Anastasia never left her position over Allen. His genital,
now shrinking, was still just inside her.

Allen, from his pinned-down position, reached up and grabbed
Anastasia's strong arm and cried, "NO! She's just a child! Perhaps
she thinks we were fighting. Let me up. I don't see anybody else
around, I think perhaps she is lost!"

Finally Anastasia stood up releasing Allen. Anastasia growled,
"She's LOST alright! She's gonna be lost at SEA when I throw the
brat out there!"
"Come ON, Annie! What's with you! She's lost and alone."

Allen stood up and turned his back to the little girl while he re-
clipped the snaps of his thong. He struggled to stuff his genital
back into the confining space of his brief, white thong.
Fortunately, his genital, now soft and relaxed, went in without too
much difficulty. Anastasia watched him do it, lusting, smiling an
oily smile, her hands on her hips. She had already repositioned her
thin thong-material over her vagina-mound and thus... done.

Allen turned to the little girl and asked, "Where's your Mommy and
Daddy?"
"I don't have any..." she replied in a matter-of-fact-tone. "Can I
go home with you?" she asked.
"NO WAY!!!" Anastasia screamed. "We ALREADY have TWO children! They
require all my attention since I'm always ALONE!"
"Oh come, come! I merely propose we take her home tonight... IF we
can't find her folks... and while she gets fed, bathed, slept and
all, we call the Police and report a lost and found child. That's
all. So let's go!"
"LET'S GO!? WHERE!?"
"HOME! We pick up Felicity and Prescilla from your Sister's and go
home."
"BUT I'M NOT DONE YET! I WANNA HIKE SOME MORE... AND FUCK MORE!"
"But my... part... is blistered! I can't do it any more now. We can
have more sex in the morning..."
"HMMMPH! SHIT!" Growled Anastasia as she huffed back down the beach
the other way, back to the parking.

It was up to Allen's six-foot even, lean body of muscles to carry
the lost little girl back to the parking area. And they had walked,
punctuated with much sex, some five miles out.

After three miles Allen's arms were shaking from the effort, but he
had to continue carrying the girl. He would get NO help from
Anastasia, even though her arms were, perhaps, and certainly by
Anastasia's claim, stronger than his.

Anastasia left Allen behind as well. Tall and strong... and
unburdened... she hiked quickly.

During the first mile of the hike back, the little girl asked Allen
while in his arms, "Why does she hate me?"
"Please don't take that as hate. She's a hot-tempered, hot-head.
Later, she'll come around. Besides, it's just temporary. We'll find
your Parents, then you can go home, back to Love!"
"But I don't have any", she said again.
"Well... we'll see... It'll be alright."

By the time Allen with the girl made it back to the parking lot, it
was almost dark. The lot bask in the amber glow of sodium-vapor
street-lamps. Anastasia had been there a while. The first thing
Allen heard was horrendous screaming and language from Anastasia
towards a group of people that got on her already raw nerves.

"!!!..... NOT TO MENTION, YOU PEOPLE ARE WHAT'S WRONG WITH
CHRISTIANITY THESE DAYS! WHILE YOU DO ALL THIS HOLIER-THAN-THOU
PREACHING, YOU'RE ACTUALLY DOIN' THE WORK OF THE DEVIL! SORRY SHIT
DAMMED BUNCH OF NEO-CHRISTIAN FASCISTS PIGS! NOW GET OUT OF MY FACE
AND LEAVE ME ALONE!!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE WHAT I'M WEARING, THEN
DON'T LOOK AT IT!!!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!!!!"

As a group of those bothersome pests that call for laws against
adult book stores, nude beaches, dispatch abortion-clinic killers
and pester folks who wear thong bathing suits ran from "Hurricane
Anastasia", she spat upon them and hurled more choice profanities.

The group of hypocrites departed and Allen approached. He received
residual anger intended for the "control-freaks" as she calls
them...
"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG!? I had to stand here taking all that dammed
garbage from those, those, they call themselves 'Christian
Coalition' members... I had to listen to their bull-crap about my
bathing suit. OOHHH! I get so DAMMED MAD at those shit-heads! Why
don't they leave the rest of us alone!? They think they're so holy!
What about their abortion-clinic killings!? Is THAT holy!?"

Allen replied as they got into the car to go home, "Well, if you
hadn't been so huffed about me helping a lost little girl and
leaving us behind, I would have been by your side to HELP you
scream at those people. I'm wearing a thong too so they would have
gone on towards me as well. And I've got some choice things I want
to say to them TOO! I missed my opportunity just then!"
"All right, all right! I'm sorry about my attitude. It's just that,
with you gone so much, my horniness just makes a mess of me. And I
can't masturbate because the girls will hear it and..."
"Close and lock the bed-room door, masturbate away and if they ask
later, what was that noise and what were you doing, say 'I'm
exercising!'... Don't do it in the bed-room, do it in the basement
where your weights are, then it will be EASIER to explain the noise
as 'that of exercising'! Besides, With Prescilla at five years and
Felicity at Four, I DON'T think they are going to give it much
thought anyway."

Anastasia actually giggled finally, saying, "Exercise! Hah hah!
It's EXERCISE alright!"
Anastasia turned toward the quiet little girl in the back seat and
said, "I'm sorry for screaming at ya! I'm just in a bad mood,
that's all. Soon, you will meet Prescilla and Felicity and,
perhaps, forget about this."
"Okay" she said humbly.



They drove the lengthy drive out of the Cape Cod peninsula, by-
passed the big city of Boston, and out into the Massachusetts
country-side and it's little towns. They picked up Prescilla and
Felicity from Anastasia's Sister. Out in the country, among great
hills or, one could say, small mountains sat their house. Concord
was the closest town. By itself on several acres, it was one of
those "gothic" houses one can see a lot of in New England. It had
three stories plus huge attic, and the turrets had rooms up at the
equivalent of a fifth-story.

Airline Captain Allen Rathbone obtained it at a surprisingly low
price. But it was a "fixer-upper" and... some folks say around
here, the UPPER floors and turrets are haunted. Allen's ample
Airline-Captain's-salary enabled him to get the work done for
fixing the house.

As for the haunting, Allen one time said, "I've never heard of a
house being haunted only on certain floors. THAT'S a NEW one to
me... but I don't believe that rubbish anyway!"

Just for laughs, Allen and a buddy (NOT Anastasia) tried spending
a night in sleeping bags in the highest turret. Unfurnished, they
slept on the floor. Other than the usual creaks, groans and grunts
an old wood house makes on a chilly New England night, nothing
unusual was observed.

Still, for some reason, the family resided almost entirely on the
first floor. There was plenty of room. Allen and Anastasia used one
room, the two girls used another. Second story received scant
furniture along with some boxes. Third story and attic received
only boxes. Turrets remained empty and unfurnished.



Allen did all the proper steps. Being a Captain of a Boeing 747
flying people across the Atlantic, he is accustomed to taking
"proper steps" in everything.
Allen contacted police. They came, took down notes, descriptions
and so on. The A.P.B. put out... no response until... an Orphanage
in Boston recognized pictures and description of their "escape-
artist".
By this time three days had passed and Allen was attached to the
little girl he was now calling "Little-Eagle-Feather". He imparted
the Native American name because she looked a little like a Native
American girl.
Delaying his return to flight-duty, Allen began proceedings to
adopt Little-Eagle-Feather. Anastasia agreed, no problem. Calmed
down now by numerous sex-orgies with Allen, and by Little-Eagle-
Feather's personality itself, she even began to LIKE Little-Eagle-
Feather.

Little-Eagle-Feather was quiet, humble, did not grab toys, only
played with a toy if Prescilla or Felicity gave it to her (not an
adult... it had to have Prescilla's or Felicity's approval!), ate
what she was told to, bathed when told to and went to bed when told
to. She was a contrast to Prescilla and Felicity who had to be
pushed and cajoled into everything.

Strange, however, the orphanage said she was disobedient and
wily... and forever running away.
"She just doesn't like the Orphanage! I wouldn't either!" Allen
commented once.

Little-Eagle-Feather's back-ground was unclear. She was left at the
Orphanage's door-way when only a baby. At the Orphanage, she was
called Yvonne, because of her boldness and strength. Indeed, they
said she is a strong child, able to hold her own, even against kids
bigger than she. Yvonne is a name that means "Archer", sort of
like, an Amazon Bow-Woman. Five years old, soon to be six, the
Orphanage said she is one-quarter Black (African-American), and
three-quarters "some kind of Indian", in their words.
One Officer of the Orphanage said, "She is most likely one of the
North Eastern tribes of Indians, Native Americans that is, a Mohawk
or something, you know, those Indians with that funny hair-cut."

Allen's high Captain's Salary, being married and owning a home made
his application to adopt Yvonne Little-Eagle-Feather go through
without any trouble. Just about in time for Little-Eagle-Feather's
sixth birthday in late March, the adoption finalized and she was
part of the family.

So far, Anastasia, whom we have seen has definite selfish
tendencies, is untested. Although through all this time and after,
she treated Little-Eagle-Feather with kindness, Anastasia has yet
to be put through a "trial" with Little-Eagle-Feather. Little-
Eagle-Feather herself makes it ridiculously easy to be kind to her.
She keeps to herself, makes little noise, asks for little, and is
always polite. She even presented no problem when a bed-room had to
be chosen for her, due mostly for Little-Eagle-Feather's own
strange request...

Prescilla and Felicity did not like the idea of their bedroom
having a third person with them. And the way the house was arranged
made it necessary to make adjustments if Little-Eagle-Feather was
to have a first-floor room. Kitchen, living and dining rooms, two
bedrooms and a study, sort of a library, occupied the first floor.
The study would have to me moved to a second story room. Since
Anastasia spent quite a bit of time in the study, she did not
relish being on that second floor, especially at night. But Little-
Eagle-Feather's request defused that potential disagreement...

One of the first things Little-Eagle-Feather did was to explore the
big, gothic house. And there was a lot to explore! Several rooms
each story, boxes to get into, the attic, and especially the
TURRETS! NOT to mention, the incredibly interesting round and round
and rounding way one had to climb (the circular stairs) to get to
the turret rooms.

One turret attracted her in particular. This turret's window
received the morning's sun-light and the afternoon's cool shade. It
was also the highest turret. Little-Eagle-Feather spent so much
time there, if one could not find her, they knew where she would
be... by herself with her few meager, worn-out toys, in that
turret.

Little-Eagle-Feather begged Allan to let her sleep and have her
bedroom in that turret. Although extremely curious WHY she had such
a fascination with that room, he agreed. Allan bought all new
furniture and set up the turret room as Little-Eagle-Feather's bed-
room. Allan and Anastasia huffed and puffed as they carried bed-
room furnishings up the equivalent of five flights of stairs to the
turret.

What about the... um... ghost? The haunting that is? Did not bother
Little-Eagle-Feather! Indeed she WAS bold. Anastasia said "Surely
in the middle of the night, she'll wake up screaming up there..."
but that never happened.

And Little-Eagle-Feather was the only of the three children who
would descend into that eternal, foreboding darkness of the
basement by herself. She went down without hesitation to explore
Anastasia's weight equipment, which was set up in the basement. The
darkness? Nah! Little-Eagle-Feather just turned on the light!

Little-Eagle-Feather climbed all over the main bench cushion, and
checked out all the cables, levers, and what not connected with
this first-class, Joe Weider Weight Station. She played with the
smaller weight plates. Anastasia and Allen were surprised at
Little-Eagle-Feather's strength. She could pick up... and throw
noisily... as big as a 25-pound plate.

Prescilla and Felicity... NO problem! They NEVER went down into
that darkness without Anastasia's escort. But bold, non-fearing
Little-Eagle-Feather had to be told to stay away from the plates
for the danger of the big ones falling on her.

Prescilla and Felicity left the weight equipment alone. But Little-
Eagle-Feather picked up the smaller dumbbells and tried, sometimes
successfully, to emulate Anastasia in some of the lighter dumbbell-
exercises.
"There's your future Female Body Builder!" commented Allan. And
being a weight-head herself, it met with Anastasia's approval.



So, there it is. A totally agreeable, likable, no-problem-causing-
child! Indeed, Little-Eagle-Feather, usually called Yvonne by
Anastasia, was NOT a test of someone's ability to put up with an
unruly child. Prescilla and Felicity were much better at that. But
of course, being her own biological children, their normal
recalcitrance caused nothing unusual in the way of bad temper in
Anastasia.



As we all know, sometimes s--t happens! Well, okay, misfortune
happens. After a few blissful years, Allen ran into big trouble
with his ultra-light airplane hobby.
Anastasia often complained to her one friend, a Night-Club Dancer,
"He flies, flies, flies for a living. They send him home for the
two weeks light office and time off from actual flying and what
does that first-class, number-one bird-brain do? FLIES! HMPH!"

Allen's explanation? "Flying a Boeing 747 across the Atlantic is
very structured. A certain way for this, a certain way for that. A
lot of things are automated. Flying my ultra-light gives me a
chance to be, well, just like the birds! There are no radios, no
control towers, no schedules and no instruments. You fly by the
seat of your pants and your eyes! The wind is in your face, and
bugs get in your teeth! It's WONDERFUL!"
"Yep! Spoken like a TRUE bird-brain!" was Anastasia's usual
response.

An Airline Pilot MUST fly by the book. But Allen flew by the book
even with his ultra-light despite what he said about being free
from the structure of professional flying. That is why, on the day
he went out never to return, all his friends and others wondered
how that could happen.
"What with all the clowns and dare-devils out there flying like
goof-balls, and it's pro and Mister Tied-Shoe-Lace that gets the
big curtain!" one friend commented.

Moreover, it happened on a clear day. It was one of those New
England Autumn cool-fronts with Super-severe-clear blue sky, no
turbulence of any kind and infinite visibility. AND, NO sign of
wreckage. The weather remained clear for several days afterward,
aiding search efforts. But search and search and search though they
did, not one sign, not one shred of ultra-light part or body, was
EVER found. It was as if Allen AND his ultra-light plane simply
vaporized into nothing!

All winter the search continued off and on. A wider area was
searched. But never a sign turned up. Finally, Allen's Airline
company insurance paid up, a hefty amount, and Anastasia given the
last of Allen's salary plus sick-time and vacation. A mortgage
insurance also paid up, eliminating the mortgage on their home. So
at least Anastasia was free from that burden.

Allen was presumed dead. Of course there was much crying and
mourning from Prescilla and Felicity. Even the tough Anastasia
cried. She also found it strange that Yvonne Little-Eagle-Feather
didn't cry that much, if at all.

"Aren't you sad that the one who gave you so much is gone
forever!?" asked Anastasia, three-quarters grieving and one-quarter
angry at Yvonne.
Yvonne, now eight, replied, "I cried in my room in the turret until
that Angel said Dad is not dead, but trapped..."
"ANGEL!? Not dead? What are you talking about!?"
"Just that guy... with a kind face and kind of... of...
translucent... told me don't cry, your Daddy is not dead..."
"I don't think you should sleep up there anymore! You're gettin'
strange!"
"But I GOT to! Angel is up there along with my other friends... oh!
I wasn't supposed..."

Yvonne got up and ran off... and into the turret stair-well and up
the five flights to her room. Was the house really possessed with
something? Or was it just a child's imagination, extra active now
that she lost her Father? Anastasia wondered about what all that
was for a time but other concerns soon drove it out.


It did not take Anastasia long to get over her grief. And although
Prescilla and Felicity had a harder time with it, Yvonne helped
them through it with her stories of Angels, other spirits and about
Daddy only being trapped somewhere, and not dead. And just being
Yvonne took Prescilla's and Felicity's minds off of their grieving.
Yvonne was so interesting to them. Yvonne never asked to play with
their toys but gave them so much in the way of new things to
imagine and play.

Anastasia was, at first, busy with insurance-pay-off hassles.
Later, she became an even more devoted weight- and muscle-head. She
joined body-building contests, bought more weight equipment and got
into sex-toys.

Anastasia's only friend, Rose, the Night-Club Strip-Dancer, came
more and more often to work out on Anastasia's weight equipment.
With two high-quality stations in the basement, the two six-foot-
plus body-builder Ladies could work out together... and admire each
other's awesome physiques! Both of them working out nude made that
easy.

Admiration sometimes turned into downright touching and feeling...
yes they even helped each other into sexual climaxes. But
everything was merely casual, they did not get into a "lesbian
affair" or anything.

Both Rose and Anastasia made the mistake of entering the same body-
builder contest. Rose just barely squeaked passed Anastasia to
first place leaving Anastasia, of course, to stew in second place.
Although there was no big "fall-out", they saw less of each other
after that, and over the years, Anastasia's behavior became more
selfish and a bit kinky.

Anastasia lavished much in the way of materialism upon Prescilla
and Felicity, spoiling them. They never had to do any work outside
school-home-work. They became accustomed to the sight of their
Mother mowing the grass and doing some gardening while completely
nude. Their house, being by itself and in the country, enabled her
working outside nude. Anastasia went nude in the house all the
time.

Anastasia lavished much attention on herself as well. Special
weight-lifter's supplements and every new body building method she
could glean from magazines and other sources she used in her
program. She developed huge muscles and wanted all to see them.
Yvonne admired Anastasia but was largely ignored by her. Prescilla
and Felicity cared not for all that muscle stuff.

Anastasia returned to Night-Club Dancing. With her six-foot-two
body of writhing muscles, she was an instant hit on her return. She
had not danced since she married. Her intense desire to show off
her body drove her back to the dancing along with the financial
need. She squandered all insurance money on herself and her two
"biological" children.
She enjoyed the men yelling and shouting. Once, it was said, while
dancing around 2 a.m., she stripped completely nude, rubbed her
vagina on one of those poles that Night Club Dancers use to brace
themselves for sexy positions, and masturbated on it... yes,
complete with screaming, huffing, and furious thrusting... in front
of all those drunk men. It appeared she was going to shake the pole
from it's mounts!

At home, she slept nude until noon or after, then it was exercise,
masturbations, and all manner of self-admiration until time to go
to work at eight p.m... to strip-dance. And that was only three
nights a week, Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights of course.
Other days were spent entirely admiring herself, weight lifting and
masturbating until she fell asleep from it all. Miraculously,
through it all, she had no affair with other men, and did NOT drink
alcoholics or smoke. Of course not. Her fastidious attention to
health and strength ruled out drinking and smoking.

The only other thing that interested Anastasia was shopping, for
herself or for her two "own" children. She asked Yvonne to stay
home and clean house. Yvonne did not particularly like stores,
shopping centers and shopping. She agreeably stayed home and
cleaned house.

Anastasia always came home with the same things... super-short
mini-skirts, thong bikinis and skimpy lingerie. She would wear them
around the house for a few days then go back to going nude.
Whenever she went out, she had a wide selection of skimpy clothes
to choose from.

But one place she went out to gave Anastasia a little problem with
her wide selection of skimpy clothes. Miracle of miracles,
Anastasia went to Church faithfully, every Sunday. Morning and
evening! Children, including Yvonne too; Sunday-School and church!
Anastasia wore the same conservative dress to Church every Sunday.
That was the ONLY time that dress was worn anymore.

Some of you readers may think that her behavior described above is
abominable. But actually, by itself, she is harming no one. And she
is careful not to let her kinky ways get out. Although she
blatantly goes nude in front of the children, they think nothing of
it, and Anastasia behaves herself in front of them. The weight
lifting is a GOOD thing, and Anastasia's many masturbations are
kept out of the childrens' eyes and ears.

Perhaps indeed, a trace of Jesus and yes, the Holy Spirit kept
Anastasia out of the real bad stuff. And certainly, the children,
especially Prescilla and Felicity could use it. Jesus along with
God and The Holy Spirit, detest racism...

Prescilla and Felicity could not escape it. Racism was pounded into
them, sometimes willfully by schoolmates. Unknowingly, by the way
History lessons are designed, especially when it comes to Native
Americans, racism oozes out there too.
As Prescilla, becoming nine, then ten and on to eleven years of age
with Felicity one year behind, racism began to effect their
attitude towards their once admired Yvonne. To them, Yvonne was a
"dark-skinned dirty Injun-girl who was, ugh, even worse, one-
quarter nigger". But thanks to their past together and the touch of
The Holy Spirit, this racism never boiled to the ugliness it can
else where, but it was not nice for Yvonne and was going to get
worse.



Trends mentioned above continued until, when Yvonne and Prescilla
were 14 and Felicity 13, the following situation existed:

Yvonne did ALL mowing, snow-shoveling and other outside work, all
cleaning and room-straightening. She mended curtains, blankets and
quilts, had to maintain her own clothes, and later still, became a
handy-girl that could fix a surprising number of things. Yvonne dug
into the house's septic tank many times to straighten and clear the
stinky thing out. She repaired sewage stoppages, repaired sewage
pipe. She also repaired leak after leak after leak of the old
house's worn out plumbing system. She even repaired wiring,
dangerous territory for most 14-year-olds. Yvonne repaired mowers,
vacuums, the car, re-painted walls and climbed on the four-story-
high roof to do repairs to the shingles.

Yvonne prepared breakfast for Prescilla and Felicity every morning
and got them up. She helped them prepare for school. Anastasia
always snored away, sprawled naked all over the bed while Yvonne
did all this. Yvonne then hustled the two unwilling, giddy girls to
the school bus... but Yvonne did not board herself. No, wrong,
Yvonne DOES go to school... and does quite well in all subjects
except History sometimes. But she has her own "secret" way of
getting there.

Yvonne discovered a trail trodden out by dairy cows that cuts
across the country-side. Using this dirt trail and connecting paved
roads, she bicycles six miles to school. AND she can leave LATER
than the other two because their bus makes many more stops and
takes 45 minutes to get to school. Yvonne does her trip in 25
minutes or less. Oh yes, New England has frightful winters. During
that season, Yvonne also rides the bus. But otherwise, she is on
her bicycle, enjoying the fresh New England country-side morning
air, and marvelous afternoons.



Now let us see what happened over the years with this Cinderella-
Story-like situation. We will take a look at several incidents.
Remember now, this spans over the 1980s and 1990s so it's going to
be a little different from the Old-English "Cinderella". And
remember as well, this is reality; unlike the Cinderella-Story,
nobody here is ENTIRELY bad OR ENTIRELY good...
It was late May, Saturday, in the year that Yvonne (and Prescilla)
was 15 years old. A late-spring cool-front had swept through
leaving in its wake, severe-clear skies, a cool, dry, refreshing
breeze out of the north-west and golden sunshine. The sunshine
filtered down the fresh-green leaves of the many mature maples and
oaks around their house. Dark-greens, yellow-greens and yellow
danced about as each and every leaf shimmered in the breeze. The
nine-in-the-morning temperature of 49 degrees felt wonderful on
Yvonne's bare, strong brown arms as she set out to... WORK!

She was to mow the big lawns, weed the flower garden and wash
windows. But first, she had to repair the mower... again. The lawn
promised a tough fight. It had not been mowed yet this year. The
mower failed to awake from its winter repose, necessitating the
ordering of a hard-to-find part. Of course it had been Yvonne who
diagnosed the problem and chased down the source for the part. The
mower was of very old vintage and so difficult to find parts for.

As Yvonne wheeled the ageing mower from its shed, she noticed she
had company. Prescilla shuffled out to follow Yvonne for lack of
anything else interesting to do. Yvonne smiled kindly at Prescilla,
and admired her beauty...
[ OH! Did you readers expect Prescilla and Felicity to be ugly!?
Uh-uh! Remember they are the biological daughters of that big, tall
and strong (but LAAAZY; even as this went on, she is still sprawled
out naked on her bed, stirring every so often to rub vagina on the
edge of the mattress and masturbate then sleep some more) Anastasia
and the somewhat shorter but still tall, slim and athletic Allen!
Remember, this is reality; no one is completely bad OR good!]

Prescilla fascinated Yvonne with her lightness. Blond, wavy hair,
and absolutely blemish-free, porcelain skin, light flesh-pink in
color, almost caused Yvonne to squint her eyes due to the
brightness. Prescilla squinted her bright-blue eyes too but only
because she was not accustomed to the out-doors. Her voice was,
unless she was screaming, soft and high, soothing to hear.
Prescilla wore a light-pink sleeping gown that was sleeveless. She
rubbed the chill off her bare arms that had NO muscle-tone at all,
but were perfectly formed.

Prescilla could not have even pushed that big, heavy, all-steel
old-fashioned mower. But with triceps muscles sticking out, and
rippling leg muscles already eroding the stitches on her jeans,
Yvonne pushed the mower with no effort up next to a picnic table.

With only modest effort, Yvonne stooped, grasped the mower and
heaved its 80 pounds up and placed it on the picnic table.
Impressive triceps and biceps showed themselves clearly along with
big shoulder muscles and heaving bosom. Yvonne wore a tattered,
worn, full of holes old t-shirt with sleeves long ripped off. It
did not cover her hard, brown tummy bumpy with abs (stomach-
muscles).

Prescilla watched this show of strength and muscles. She blurted
out, "Why do you have such muscles? Like a MAN!"

As Yvonne used tools to open the top of the mower up, her arm-
muscles writhed and flexed. Yvonne replied, smiling, "I HAVE to
have these muscles to do all the work I have to do."

Prescilla continued to watch Yvonne. Indeed, she seemed most
fascinated in Yvonne. There Yvonne was, in that sunlight, gleaming
with health and seeming contentment. Brown and rugged, Yvonne had
lustrous wavy black hair that flowed down her back and over her
shoulders. Her dark-brown eyes did not squint from the sunlight
(unless she beheld Prescilla closely) as Prescilla's bright blue
eyes did.

Yvonne kept glancing at Prescilla who was blatantly watching her.
Yvonne looked up and at Prescilla, and with those sumptuous Native
American lips, smiled most agreeably. With pleasure, Yvonne
pronounced accurately... and lovingly, "Prescilla..." she hesitated
and smiled at Prescilla, then continued, "So what brings YOU out
here this fine morning?"
"Aw! I'm just bored. Same old Saturday cartoons. I wish we could
get a Nintendo game."
"Have you asked Mom?"
"She says we don't have money."
"Shucks! I sure wish your Mom would let me repair mowers for pay.
And mow lawns. I think I could scare up the 160 bucks or so for a
system. I'd love to see you get one."
"Why?"
"So you wouldn't be bored. Also, the Nintendo develops good hand-
eye coordination and preps you for a life with computers; the way
of the future!"
"Why doesn't Mom let you do... those things? She only dances three
times a week. That's not enough."
"Oh, I suppose it's because there's so much to do here. Like today,
I gotta weed the flowers and clean windows after I battle it out
with the lawn here. And she doesn't want me to work... JOB-work
that is... because I'm not sixteen yet. Oh well, one more year...
eleven months anyway!"

Prescilla continued to watch. Yvonne again looked up towards
Prescilla and softly said, "Prescilla... you better back up under
the shade of the tree, this sun, it's too strong for you. It'll
ruin your lovely skin!"
"What about YOU?"
"I'm okay. I'm dark-skinned, so the sun doesn't harm me."
"Oh! So YOU can enjoy the sun-light, but I CAN'T! Is that it?"
"Please don't get angry, Prescilla. Your skin is so perfectly
light, it has no protective melanin. The sun's ultra-violet just
crashes on through, damaging you. You'll get skin cancers. Then the
Doctor has to cut and dig them out, then stitch up the crater left
behind. I SO DON'T want to see that happen to you!"

Upon hearing that, Prescilla, almost without realizing it herself,
backed up a few paces to the protective shade of a huge, mature
maple.

Prescilla then asked, "Where'd you learn all that stuff?"
"At the library. Not the school one, the public one, a short
distance from the school. I often go there after school."
"But how do you have time? We have to run catch the bus... oh yeah,
that's right. You ride the bike. So you steal a little time at the
library, huh?"
"It's free. You can borrow any book, just so long as you return
them inside of two weeks."
"Can you borrow a book for me?"
"Sure, Prescilla. What book?"
"Somethin' on Nintendo games... or computers..."
"Consider it done, Prescilla!"

Yvonne said that softly and lovingly as she smiled sweetly at
Prescilla with her supple, expressive lips. Her lips were almost
pursed, as for a kiss.

With those arm-muscles flexing under that tough, brown skin, Yvonne
completed the reassembly of the mower, having already put in the
new part. With powerful flexing of her shoulder and arm muscles,
Yvonne heaved the heavy mower up from the picnic table, and on down
to the ground.

Yvonne looked up at Prescilla, smiled and warned, "Okay, Prescilla,
better go in or to the other side of the house at least, loud-
noise-time!"

Yvonne poised to pull the starter cord of the mower but hesitated
giving delicate Prescilla time to move away. Prescilla went back in
the house. With a powerful yank on the cord from Yvonne, the old
mower popped and misfired to life. Before getting into the job,
Yvonne brushed her long, wavy black hair behind her with her hands.
As she did so, with her arms up like that, big biceps showed, along
with some under-arm hair beginning to appear. Yvonne then noticed
Prescilla looking at her through the window. Yvonne smiled sweetly
at her, then with big, leg-muscle-rippling strides, set to do
battle with the lawn.



Yvonne became the protector of Prescilla and Felicity. With their
ages being 14, 15 and 16, those "hormones" were kicking up and
causing interest in sex, especially the boys. As said before,
Prescilla and Felicity ARE BEAUTIFUL. They both look pure, sweet,
even like Angels.

A particularly obnoxious, big husky boy pestered Prescilla and
Felicity sometimes. One day, during a lunch break when they were
outside strolling the school grounds on a nice clear day in Autumn,
this boy cornered Prescilla behind some trees and bushes. He
grabbed Prescilla and embraced her. "I'm gonna show you some REAL
fun!" he huffed as he straddled her and felt her over. Prescilla
was helpless against him. She tried to squirm loose saying, "Let
go!", but the thug had her tight...

WHAM!!!

Right square in the side of his face hurled a brown-skinned fist,
knocking the senses out of him and bowling him over. Prescilla fell
too but quickly got up and bound away. This left him open for
another finishing attack from an enraged Yvonne.

"DAM YOU FILTHY, SLIMY MOTHER FUCKER!!!" Yvonne screamed as she
grab his ankles.
Like Santa Clause would pull a big sack of toys over his shoulders,
so did Yvonne pull the thug-boy's body by his ankles over her
shoulders... and followed through with his body zooming over her
head and ending in a bone-busting body-slam.
WHOMP! "OOF! OHH!" He wailed, breath knocked out of him.
Yvonne grabbed him by the collar and pulled him partially up,
growling, "If I see you do that again to HER OR FELICITY, you're
DEAD MEAT! GET IT!?!"
"Yeah! Yeah! Let go of me!"
Yvonne threw him down then kicked dirt in his face. She spat on him
and grumbled "Good-for-nothing, dammed ASS-HOLE!" She led Prescilla
out of there. Other boys, attracted by the ruckus, laughed at the
bully, amused that he got "smeared" by a girl!

After that, Prescilla, and Felicity too, "kept Yvonne in sight" if
no more than in the corner of their eye.

Yvonne, however, caused some discomfort among certain boys herself.
Being tall, rugged and strong, Yvonne did what she wanted, with, or
to whom, she wanted.

Yvonne did not like the boastful, loud kind of boys, the kind that
think they are God's gift to the world and the Angels' gift to
girls. But Yvonne followed, sometimes "tagged", stalked and
otherwise pestered some of the quiet, shy boys she thought were
adorable.

Yvonne even saved a shy boy from bullies once. Similar to above,
she stormed in, picked up one of the loud boys and threw him into
the other two, knocking all three over. Yelling and screaming all
manner of profanity, they got away quick, leaving Yvonne alone with
the shy boy for HER fun. But alas, he was embarrassed to have been
"rescued by a girl" and shied away. If a boy does not respond to
Yvonne's attentions, she generally gives up and leaves him alone.
Most boys wanted nothing to do with the big, dark-skinned, husky
and rugged Yvonne and her tattered clothes.



Anastasia's wild, sexy dancing performances were becoming
legendary. The small club in the country that she performed in
attracted more and more clientele, almost 100 percent because of
Anastasia. She knew what they wanted, possessed it and so gave it
to them... running over!

But with that fame, especially THAT kind of fame, comes the dirt-
bags. In the Summer following the school-year of Yvonne's
protecting Prescilla and Felicity and her own mischief, Anastasia
had some most unwelcome guests.

Prescilla and Felicity were in Boston with an Aunt, being prepared
and coached for a teen beauty contest. It was a "standard" beauty
pageant, NOT a female body-builder contest like Anastasia always
joined and Yvonne considered. The two dazzling beauties, Prescilla
and Felicity were very serious contenders indeed.



This summer, more than ever before, Yvonne had the habit of
strolling, especially on moon-lit nights, around and all over their
acreage... and while nude... at night. She picked up the habit from
Anastasia. Yvonne enjoyed it immensely. She enjoyed the feel of
cool, damp summer-night air on her nude body. Sometimes she stood,
spread legged, facing the moon, stretching luxuriantly and
spreading her long hair, sometimes flinging it and twirling. The
moon-light show-cased Yvonne's shapely, rugged body. The sight of
Yvonne's "moon-dance" with the back-ground lit by pale blue moon-
light surely would be dramatic to anyone viewing... had there been
anyone viewing!

She strolled around until two and three a.m. before finally
returning to the house, up to her turret room, and, it must be
said, masturbation... then sleep. She slept nude now, as Anastasia
did.



This particular Friday night Yvonne was enjoying her nude, moonlit
stroll when, as often happens, she sees Anastasia's car pull in and
slowly roll up the dirt drive-way. About 2:30 a.m., typical, the
Dancer, Anastasia returns.

As usual, Yvonne makes no adjustments to it. Anastasia knows where
Yvonne is, and in fact, the two have strolled together, nude woman
with nude woman.

Yvonne finds Anastasia fascinating. At sixteen years old, Yvonne
knew very well she had an unusual Step-Mother. From the darkness
outside, through the kitchen window, she watches Anastasia come in,
turn on lights, and raid the refrigerator. Anastasia wore a white-
lace micro-skirt over her thin, thong bikini. "Miles" of LONG, big
legs, well muscled, spanned from skirt edge to white high-heels.
Her big, pert breasts churned the air, free. Topless, as she
probably was all night, the skirt looked like it had been jammed on
quickly, for coming home. Although supposedly against the law,
Anastasia regularly strips to total Nudity on Friday nights only.
Police watch and enjoy, making no arrests.

Anastasia grabs a box of doughnuts from the 'fridge and hungrily
wolfs down three of them, one bite each. Then she glugs down a diet
coke. "AAHHH!" she exhales. She un-clips her skirt-latch and down
goes the skirt. Next the bikini velcro-latches are pulled loose,
and away goes the bikini. Now totally nude except for high-heels,
Anastasia devours a couple more doughnuts. Yvonne giggles,
thinking, "Goll-dang! One gulp each! I guess all that dancing makes
her hungry!" And indeed, all that dancing, her walks, weight
lifting and yes, her many masturbations burns thousands of
calories. So Anastasia stuffs her face with no worry.

Yvonne was about to leave her spy-point next to the window. She
knew Anastasia would soon come out for her moon-light stroll.
Yvonne actually enjoyed her company. She enjoyed Anastasia's
nightly stories of how those goofy men in the Night-Club make total
fools of themselves.

Yvonne was about to leave the window - then she heard a crash from
the front door - Anastasia whirled around - she found herself
facing two terrible men, both with tech-9 machine guns!

Anastasia somehow did not scream but she never the less was
terrified. One thug held the gun close to her head and warned,
"Don't move or fight! We're well aware of your strength! We just
want to have some fun and get a couple bucks!"

Yvonne, absorbed by Anastasia, simply had not noticed the thugs
creeping down their dirt drive-way.

One thug dropped his pants and shoved a dirty genital in behind
Anastasia, between her legs. He did not penetrate, but seemed to
enjoy the feel of rubbing it against her crotch. They figured they
were alone and had all night, so they were going to have fun, and
stretch it out.

Yvonne quickly, quietly crept away, and to the part of the house
where her turret was. An oak tree had a limb that reached up to a
small window about half-way up the turret. Yvonne knew NOT to go in
any door, of course, because of the noise it would make. She
climbed the huge oak and, balancing herself carefully, walked out
on the limb that brushed against the turret. Yvonne had to leap,
then grab the small ledge from the window. She easily executed a
pull-up, then, hanging on with one arm, used the other arm to open
the unlocked window. Yvonne then "snaked" on in, a tight squeeze,
to get through the window. Her lean, limber body of muscles made it
possible.

Yvonne bounded up the steps to her turret room. She pulled out and
strung her 80-pound-pull bow. She chose her "hunting" arrows, the
ones with the bladed points, rather than the "target" arrows with
the simple points. Yvonne had purchased the bow and arrow set, a
Bear Archery bow, due to her interest in her Native American
heritage. She was pretty good at it.

With bow strung, an arrow in hand and a quiver of more arrows over
her bare back (remember, Yvonne is NUDE during all this) she
quickly, quietly, descended the stairs.

Fortunately for Yvonne, the thugs were making so much noise with
their shouting, Yvonne did not have to be too quiet, thus
facilitating quicker movement.

They had already forced Anastasia into the living room. One of the
crumbs held the tech-9 to her head, the other, pants all the way
off, was still playing around with her crotch, not yet really
penetrating. They made her lean on the couch while he climbed on
her strong back, probably to copulate from the rear, like a bull.

Yvonne sneaked from the turret stair well, across halls and
approached the living room. She analyzed the situation. She could
see Anastasia, quivering, shivering with terror, her teeth clenched
trying to control her own trembling. Anger swelled in Yvonne.
"Control yourself, you gonna get only one chance with this!" she
thought to herself.
Yvonne assessed the situation... only one thug held a tech-9. The
other had laid his on a table freeing his hands to hold on and play
with Anastasia's body...
Yvonne in the dark - she could not be seen and they thought they
were alone - tech-9's barrel sags a bit from Anastasia's head -
Yvonne positions arrow on the bow-string - readies it - draws back
- her right-hand thumb leans against its "anchor-point", on her jaw
just under her right ear - Yvonne "sights" the arrow-blade just
above the side of the head of the thug wielding the tech-9 -
steady, hold breath - RELEASE!

Bow string buzzes - arrow streaks across hall, part of dining room
and into living room - THUNK! - HITS THE SPOT! The arrow impales
the man's head; in one temple and out the other! Blood spurts all
over, he leaps, yells and twirls himself through the air all the
while his head spurts out blood from both sides - it resembles a
ghastly sprinkler head spraying blood instead of water!

Yvonne huffing "HAH!", lunges ahead while placing another arrow on
the string - she must beat the other man to his gun but Anastasia
EXPLODES into action!

The thug leaps off Anastasia's body and lunges for his tech-9 on
the table but in a flash, like a striking rattle-snake, Anastasia
whirls around, grabs the man's head and with adrenalin-charged
force, crashes the man to the floor. Yvonne heard a definite
"crunk" issue from the man's neck when Anastasia grabbed his head
so hard. That plus the crash to the floor had him yelling and
writhing in pain. Since his arms and legs were thrashing, his neck
must not have been completely broken, just sprained. He would later
need a neck-brace... IF he lived, that is! And his hopes of living
past this fateful night dimmed indeed!
Anastasia, still dressed only in the white high-heels, pinned the
thrashing man's neck under her foot. She grabbed the tech-9 and
tossed it to Yvonne whom she saw in the corner of her eye.
"GET THE OTHER GUN TOO!" Anastasia barked out to Yvonne.
Yvonne grabbed the other tech-9 where it laid, next to the dead
thug, still trembling in final death-throes. He had ended up in an
odd position... his head laid on the floor with the arrow through
it still pouring forth blood, his body draped over the couch and
his feet were on the couch-back... a complete reversal of the usual
way to sit on a couch!

With the two guns in her hands, Yvonne backed off a little to
assess Anastasia; it didn't look good...

Anastasia's teeth gnashed as she spoke in a tone most terrible, the
worst Yvonne ever heard... "You! YOU! SORRY, WORTHLESS PIECE OF
SHIT-FILLED SLIME!! YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS DESECRATION
AGAINST MY PERSON! AND MY LIFE!"
"NO! PLEASE! We wouldn't a-killed ya! We were just funnin'! We
would've -"
CRASH!! "OOWWWWOWOW!"
Anastasia flailed the thug with a powerful kick that hurtled him
across the floor.
Yvonne worried, called, "Anastasia! Back off! Please! Let's call
911 and let the police take it from here!"
"AND WHAT!? HE GET'S OUT IN A COUPLE OF DAYS!? NO WAY!!!"

Anastasia bent over and grabbed the thug's collar, easily picking
him partly off the floor. She threw him against the wall.
"YOU WILL PAY!!! YOU WILL DIE IN HORRIBLE PAIN!!! And I WILL MAKE
AN EXAMPLE OF YOU AND YOUR CO-SHIT OVER THERE!"
"NOOO! PLEASE!"
"SHUT UP!!!" Roared Anastasia to the trembling man, knowing he was
breathing his last. Anastasia turned to Yvonne and ordered,
"YVONNE, SNEAK OUT SIDE, WITH THOSE GUNS, AND CHECK TO MAKE SURE
THERE'S NO MORE OF THESE MOTHER-FUCKERS OUT THERE! Do you know how
to USE those!?"
"Yeah, uh, I think so! But Anastasia..."
"NO BUTS! JUST DO WHAT I SAY!"

There was nothing Yvonne could do except what Anastasia said. And
true, the outside needed checking in case there was another one of
those creeps out there. But Yvonne feared what Anastasia was going
to do...

Yvonne discretely, with "faking" movements to fool anyone looking
in from outside, made her way to a back door, doing so without
turning on lights. With one tech-9 over her shoulder, and the other
in her hands and on the trigger, she proceeded outside and began to
look around...

Then Yvonne heard a terrible cry from that thug inside, crashing
noises, and more terrible crying. He begged for mercy... more
crashing and horrendous profanities voiced by a crazed Anastasia.
It sounded like aural depictions of hell.

"Well, nothing I can do" thought Yvonne. She crept around the house
a number of times and waited in hidden places. The horrible crying
screams from the man and the vicious yelling and cursing from
Anastasia continued. Yvonne thought, "Man, if there ARE any more of
'em out here, they're shaking in their boots by now!"

More crashing noises... more crying from the man... more wicked
curses from Anastasia... the man's voice weakened... Yvonne
continued circling the house... silence... Yvonne heard huffing and
puffing and that familiar sound of sexual relief from Anastasia's
voice like when she masturbates...
"Oh no! I hope... not..." thought Yvonne as she approached a window
and dared a peek into the living room area...
"Eeesh!" groaned Yvonne...

The man had been completely folded double ... backwards! His head
was dangling on a pulverized neck... Anastasia sat atop the mangled
man thrusting and rubbing her vagina up and down his chest. She had
already climaxed and slowing down. She exhaled, "WHEW! THERE! Try
to rape ME will ya? Well! Take THIS experience to hell with ya! And
may you NOT rest in peace!"

Anastasia stood up, triumphant. She stood spread-legged over the
mangled remains of a man that, she did, after all, single-handedly
defeat and destroy, with no help from anyone; brute force against
brute force! Yvonne only took out the one with the gun, enabling
Anastasia's vicious counterattack.

Despite the horror of the scene, Yvonne secretly admired Anastasia.
There she stood, spread legged over the creep that tried to rape
her, victorious! Six-foot-two of fighting Amazon, bristling with
muscle, with physique magnificent! And being one-hundred percent
nude except for white high heels showed her awesome body in a
breath-taking manner indeed.
Anastasia, with one hand on her muscle-laced hip, thrust her other
hand as a fist into the air as she barked, "HI-YAH!"

Finally, with those big, long legs, Anastasia stepped away from
over the corpse. With booming, powerful voice she called, "YVONNE!
WHERE ARE YOU!? COME IN NOW!"

Yvonne ducked aside, and quickly, quietly ran to the front of the
house and let herself in through the busted-in front door.
Anastasia had some grisly tasks for Yvonne.

"Yes, Anastasia?"
"Yvonne! Take some newspapers, whatever, and tie them under that
piece of shit right there. I would recommend dumping him out that
window there to get his bleeding crap outside as soon as possible.
Drag 'em to that bushy, weedy area over there and wait for me!"
"Yes ma'am!" Yvonne replied obediently.

Yvonne did so as Anastasia went to the kitchen. Yvonne heard the
clang and clatter of pots and pans. It sounded like Anastasia was
getting ready to cook something. Yvonne wondered not, just did what
she was told.

The hard part was the dead thug's bleeding head. Yvonne's strength
enable her to handle his weight with no problem. Yvonne opened
window and removed screen. She stuffed the man through it. The
arrow, still in his head, snagged on the side of the window. She
heard Anastasia behind her say, "Why don't you pull the arrow out
first!?"
"If I pulled it out, a bunch of blood and brains will come out too!
It's messy enough as it is. I'll pull it out outside."
"Yeah, you're right, I didn't think 'o that! Carry on! I'll be
following ya with this one!"
"What are ya gonna do?"
"I am going to make EXAMPLES out of them!"

Yvonne didn't know what she meant by that, she just dragged the
dead thug to the bushy area. As Anastasia dragged the other one
through the window and out, Yvonne began removing the arrow. She
pulled it back until the blade stopped against the corpse's temple.
Yvonne placed her foot on his head and held it while she yanked the
arrow out... blood and brains gushed out.
"Ugh!" Yvonne muttered.

Anastasia let her corpse down. She walked in big strides to the
tool-shed, went in then came out with a carpenter's saw in hand,
the very same that Yvonne used so many times to repair things
around the house.

"What are going to do with THAT!?" Yvonne asked, hands on hips.
"I need their skulls!" replied Anastasia as, with only one hand,
she dragged the dead thug over to beside the other one.

Anastasia began her grizzly deed as Yvonne stood back and watched,
almost dazed. She heard the sickening sound of sawing through
flesh. The saw struck bone issuing a muffled sound that more
closely resembled the sound of sawing through a bit of wood.

Amongst much blood, the head came off of the one Yvonne killed.
Then Anastasia began sawing at the neck of the one she herself beat
to death. It did not take much; the neck was a wrenched, crushed
mess anyway. Among a lot more blood, that second head came off.

Holding both heads by the hair, Anastasia barked to Yvonne, "BURY
THEM! DEEP! In a REMOTE part of the yard, or perhaps, way back
there a piece. And gimme one of the guns! You know, there still
might be one of those mother-fuckers hangin' around!"
"Yes ma'am" Yvonne agreed obediently.
"WAIT!" ordered Anastasia. She bent over to the pants-pockets of
the two dead men and took any wallets, keys or anything else she
could find.
"OKAY! GO AHEAD!" ordered Anastasia.
After handing Anastasia the other gun that had been over her
shoulder all this time, Yvonne fetched shovel and rope from the
shed and put on boots. She remained nude otherwise. She tied both
corpses together and tied the other end of the rope around her
muscular hips. With shovel in hand and tech-9 over her shoulder,
she began walking, dragging, with little effort, the two dead thugs
behind her.

Yvonne glimpsed back at Anastasia hosing down the heads rinsing off
as much blood as she could. She saw as well, Anastasia still donned
the high-heels. Yvonne figured Anastasia may have tender feet, but
she could have put on something a little more utilitarian.
"Certainly she is as preoccupied as I am..."

Yvonne hiked way back in the fields and forests dragging the dead
men. Under the moonlight, everything took on pale, ghostly
appearances. She untied the rope from her hips and began digging in
a wooded area. With her strength, and still nude except for the
boots, she dug a deep hole. She unceremoniously dumped the headless
corpses in and covered them over. Yvonne tamped the dirt in tight,
then, with her legs and hands covered with dirt, returned home.

While walking home, Yvonne remembered reading about how the highly
acidic New England soils foil the efforts of Archaeologists in
finding ancient human remains in their studies of ancient North-
East civilizations. Flesh, including bones, decompose rapidly in
these soils. She hoped the acidity that inconveniences the
archaeologists and makes blue roses blue, would help out here; that
is in more quickly decomposing... the evidence.



Yvonne returned to the house. She hosed herself down. She smelled
something cooking. She wondered what Anastasia could possibly be
cooking THIS time of morning; something like four a.m. now.

Yvonne entered the broken front door and into the kitchen. A huge
pot, not used since Allen disappeared, spanned two stove burners,
both set on "high". Something was boiling. Yvonne heard the sound
of Anastasia huffing and yelling in orgasmic ecstacy issue forth
from the bath-room... masturbating again while she showered.

Yvonne slowly lifted the lid off the big pot, already somewhat
expecting what would be in there... Indeed! There they were, the
heads of the two thugs boiling away.

Shaking, Yvonne found a chair and slumped in it. "Oh man! Poor
Anastasia! She's ripe for the goofy-farm now! What am I to do!?
What if she wants ME to eat them too? What of Prescilla and
Felicity? Ohhh!"

She pondered this and that... "I've all but taken over the
technical details of being a Mom to them anyway, so THAT at least
isn't the problem... I'll just continue... but..."
Yvonne jumped, startled, when she heard the bathroom door open.
Yvonne waited. Finally, Anastasia came strolling in, clean, damp
hair, nude... and click-clacking the floor in red high-heels.
Yvonne slumped her head down, face in her hands and sighed.

"What's the matter with YOU?" Anastasia asked with a trace of
disgust in her voice.
"Ohhh... I'm tired..."
Anastasia's voice became softer and loving, as she replied, "Okay,
okay, I understand..."

Anastasia walked over to Yvonne who sat slumped and rubbed her
broad, brown and strong back. Though only sixteen, Yvonne stood
six-feet even and weighed in at 180 pounds, easily qualifying her
as an up-and-coming Amazon!

As Anastasia felt Yvonne's back, she commented, "WOW! SOLID! Your
workouts on my weight stuff down there is doin' you good! And YOU
did good tonight! I guess you sort of... well you just plain saved
my life! WOW! WHAT an ARCHER! A WARRIOR! The INDIAN in you, no
doubt!"
"No doubt" Yvonne sighed.

Anastasia pulled up a chair and parked it behind Yvonne. Anastasia
sat, her legs spread to accommodate pulling up close behind Yvonne,
still slumped with her face in her hands. Anastasia placed both
hands on Yvonne's sturdy back and shoulders and began massaging her
back and shoulders. "Feel better?" Anastasia asked softly.

It DID feel good to Yvonne. It pushed out stresses and worry.
"Yes, that feels good. Thanks."
"Good!" Anastasia replied, coed actually, drawing it out.

Anastasia continued, "You sleep for a while. Then burn the sofa.
It's ruined, can't get the blood out. It's shot anyway. And wash
the blood from the floor, walls and ceiling. Sleep some more, don't
worry about your other tasks, then, I want you to put in some good
weight-work-time! And when you're done, tell me, and I'll give you
a nice message! All us weight-lifters need massaging after a husky
work-out!"

Anastasia quit Yvonne's back, stood up and replaced the chair.
Patting and rubbing Yvonne's back a final time, she ordered, "It's
'bout 4:30 now. I'll set this to medium-low. At 7 a.m. wake me.
I'll clean the flesh off these shit-heads' skulls and mount them on
poles on either side of our door-way. THAT'LL scare off any more
shit-heads like them!"

Yvonne perked up, lifted her head from her hands finally and looked
up at Anastasia. "Oh!" Yvonne started, "So you're going to make...
Oh! I see... Wow! But when Prescilla and Felicity come back and see
those, they'll..."
"Hah-hah-hah! Nah! It's okay. We'll just tell them I ordered them
from one of those suppliers of human-bones for Doctors-in-
training."
"Good grief!"
"Okay, WARRIOR Yvonne! You have your orders! I'm gonna get some
sleep now or I want be worth a hoot for my dancing tomorrow night.
Good night, er, good morning, that is!"

With a departing smile and pursed lips, Anastasia "blew a kiss" to
Yvonne, unashamed of her show of affection.

Click-clack went Anastasia's red high-heels as she walked, slowly,
into her bed-room, hips a-swaying.

"WHEW!" Yvonne exhaled, a tremendous sigh of relief! "So she's just
going to make... scare... scare-things out of 'em! And she showed
concern for what Prescilla and... well, at least she's not THAT
crazy! Scared me for a while though! But... still... this is not
what one would consider... bread-'n-butter normal... Oh well."

Yvonne continued pondering...

"Allen! Dad! He's GOT to be FREED! Anastasia needs him badly. He's
the only guy in the world that was able to keep her stabilized. But
HOW!? Is he REALLY just trapped... like Angel said... or was I just
hallucinating? So long ago... hard to remember..."

Yvonne pondered more...

"Peyoteism... the Native American religion... Mr. Crow-Coyote, the
'Road-Man'... I wonder... I think I've got some serious research to
do!"

Newly invigorated, Yvonne got up. She was thinking intensely, no
way she could sleep now. She began the task of getting the couch
outside to burn it. She was a little concerned of the noise and
waking Anastasia... but no reason for concern. "Ka-chunk ka-chunk
ka-chunk" sounded the bed from Anastasia's room. It was receiving
another pounding from a masturbating Anastasia. Already, the
huffing and moaning from Anastasia were mounting to a crescendo.

Taking only little care not to be real noisy, Yvonne dragged the
couch to the front-door, across the porch and outside. By now,
deep-blue of the coming morning already encroached the sky toward
the east.

It was just bright enough for Yvonne's sharp eyes to spot... way in
the distance, across a field and next to the road, a parked car
sat.

Yvonne left the sofa where it was and ran in the house to get the
tech-9. With stealth, she moved into the adjacent field and made
her way to the car.

Nobody was in it. It had been parked there a long time. The heavy
morning dew all over the car would not be there unless it had been
sitting for quite a while.

"The KEYS!" thought Yvonne suddenly, "We took their wallets and
keys out before burying them! Yes!"

With big, leaping strides, Yvonne's long, muscular legs drove her
leaping and bounding across the field. Like a deer, she bound high
and easy over the fence (not advisable though, when carrying a
gun). A few more strides zoomed Yvonne to the front-porch and in.

She left the tech-9 and found the thugs' keys and wallets. There
was only one set of keys.

Yvonne repeat the performance back to the car. Leaping over the
fence with deer-like grace, she bound back to beside the car. She
crawled through the fence then to the driver's-side of the car.
"Oh wait, I'm naked..." muttered Yvonne as she looked one way and
the other down the road. But nobody. This road, even when busy, has
few cars. And now, Saturday morning, it was deserted.

Yvonne tried the door. Unlocked. She seated herself in. She tried
the key. Yes! It fit, and it started the car!
"I'll bet all the money in the world those shits were following
Anastasia for possibly several nights and then decided to hit last
night! Yep! That's it! But..."
Yvonne considered what they had done. Although Yvonne's action
would have been accepted by any court as self-defense, all the
beating to death, hack-hack, burying, boiling and all that would be
considered over-reacting and criminally bizarre.
"I gotta get rid of this thing! Let me think..."

As she thought of a plan, Yvonne drove the car down their drive-
way. Yvonne got out, raced to the shed and retrieved her bicycle.
She placed the bicycle in the trunk. She donned work-gloves. Before
driving away, she rubbed the steering-wheel with her gloved hands
to rub out finger-prints. The gloves would prevent any more finger-
prints.

Yvonne drove the car out of their drive way and turned right and
drove a small distance. She turned right onto a pot-hole studded,
crumbling piece of junk of a road. Almost never a car used it.
After a ways, she drove to a bog and pond, deep in the woods.
Carefully, she let the car down to the slope, pointing it to the
pond. She retrieved bicycle from trunk. She rubbed out finger
prints from the door handle. She reached in, released brake and
leapt aside. The car quickly rolled forward and sloshed heavily
into the boggy, murky pond. The car continued way down as evidenced
by a trail of bubbles that continued way out close to the middle of
the pond.

"That's that!" exhaled Yvonne, relieved. "It'll be forever before
anybody even discovers it down there. And then what? No one will
have any idea where it came from. Nobody inside. Just discarded
junk."
With that, Yvonne felt content and at peace. Smiling, she enjoyed
the fresh, early morning air on her naked...
"IIIEEE! HEAVENS! I'm as NAKED as a JAY-BIRD!! NAKEDER! At least a
Jay-Bird has FEATHERS! What am I to do!?"

Yvonne completely forgot, in her haste, that she wore not a stitch
save for her work-gloves. "Oh boy! What a class BONE-HEAD am I! If
anybody sees me like this... especially one of those christian
coalition control-freaks... I'll never hear the end of it! Not to
mention, after that shenanigan last night, this is NOT a good time
to draw attention to myself!"

Holding her bicycle by the handle-bars, Yvonne thought and thought,
and looked up and down the road. Of course nobody. No one uses THIS
road. "But the OTHER road..." she pondered.
"Well! Nothing to do now but run the gauntlet!"

Lifting a long, big and muscular brown leg to clear the bicycle
seat, she mounted the bicycle. The seat felt cool and good to her
crotch and vagina. She put on ONE MORE bit of clothing... cycling
shoes! Kept in a bicycle pack, the Look-Clip shoes were always
available for get-down-serious cycling... and THIS was SERIOUS!

She put the shoes on, and clipped them to the peddles. Smoothly and
firmly, her hard leg-muscles flexed and she was off!

Actually, this was NICE! Yvonne felt great zipping down the road so
fast, naked. Nimbly she steered clear of every pot-hole. She made
better time on the bike than in the car! Cool, damp morning air
coursed over her bare body; under arms, around breasts, and under
crotch when she did standing pedaling to power up hills. Her
muscles, lean, strong and of endless endurance, craved the action.
She looked down at her thighs. With each stroke, her quads flexed
powerfully, majestically!

"OOO! This is great!" Yvonne huffed out. Her long black hair
trailed in luxuriant waves behind her. She increased power. She
felt a tingle, an exciting burn in her vagina. She found out if she
rocked her pelvis forward a bit, the bicycle seat stimulated her
vagina a little. That combined with a subtle sexy feeling, even now
building, fired her up hotter! But now it became a little more
serious.

She came to the end of the lonely road. Now the bigger road. She
stopped, taking care that there were no approaching cars. She
noticed a wetness on her bicycle seat just in front of her crotch.
"Gosh, this is stimulatin' me!" thought Yvonne to herself.

Yvonne inhaled and exhaled deeply. She felt excellent! "Okay, here
goes! Let's go for it, faster than I have ever gone!"

With powerful brown legs flexing their muscles, she zoomed from
standing still to hair-trailing speed in seconds. "There IS one
house to deal with, but I don't expect any problem. Just the little
dogs might chatter..."

Yvonne kept her eyes peeled way down the road for any signs of
approaching cars. She drew near the house in the country. Situated
way off the road, the retired couple she knew lived there would not
be up this early. As she streaked past, she only heard a couple
tiny dogs yapping away.

"Okay, okay!" Yvonne huffed to herself, "I'm home free! Now that
I've past THAT house, next stop, MY house, via cow-trails."

Yvonne screeched to a stop, dismounted her bicycle and lifted it
over the fence. She followed, crawling through. She remounted the
bicycle and began rolling, bouncing along across the field. Soon
she found a well-trod cow-trail, one she was familiar with, and put
on speed.

Safe from being seen naked, she enjoyed her nudity the rest of the
way home. The sun peaked just over the hills to the east. The
orange rays shone on her body. She radiated vitality and strength.

Arriving in her yard, Yvonne dismounted bicycle and wheeled it back
to the shed, replacing Look-Clip shoes in their place on the
bicycle. A brisk morning ride, clad only in gloves and shoes...
Yvonne enjoyed it immensely!

But she was pent up with libido surging inside her. She entered the
house, up to her turret bed room, and after taking a look at a
womanly work of art in the mirror, lustfully enjoyed a number of
intense masturbations.



Yvonne woke up suddenly realizing she drifted off to sleep while
"something" was cooking...
A frightened look at the clock - 9:15 - the sun outside up high
now...

Yvonne raced down the stairs and to the kitchen - "Whew!" she
exhaled when she saw everything was okay, no fire!

She took a look inside the pot... "Ugh! Now in the prosaic light of
day, last night seems like a night-mare, but, there they are!"
Yvonne mumbled to herself.

Of course, Anastasia had not stirred... and probably would not
until mid-afternoon.
"I just won't bother her. I'll just clean these myself."

Just like meat becomes so tender until it falls off the bone when
slow-cooking beef or chicken, so was the case with... these.

Rinsing them outside, Yvonne washed all remaining flesh off the
skulls. She even stuck the hose inside the skulls from underneath
to wash out remaining brains... well, enough said. She washed the
skulls and set them out to dry, in back of the house, in the sun.

Yvonne had much to do. She cleaned up remaining messes, burned the
sofa, and cleaned the blood from the living-room. The living room
took up the rest of the day. Scrubbing the blood took much time,
effort and pails and pails of floor cleanser. Yvonne threw out
smashed and broken items from the living room... the wake of
Anastasia's grizzly counter-attack on the raper.

Before she knew it, the clock said 4:30 p.m. Anastasia still had
not stirred. She had to get ready to dance. She did not have to
leave until 8 p.m., but Anastasia had to eat and, as she always did
just before dancing nights, go to the basement and blast her
muscles with bone-crushing weights. This left Anastasia's muscles
somewhat bigger looking, buffed and supple for wild, erotic
dancing.

Yvonne cooked for Anastasia and then got her up. Groggy, Anastasia
was pleased to see the place so neat, clean and orderly... and...
the skulls done.

"An excellent Amazon Soldier!" proclaimed Anastasia to Yvonne, "You
obey orders well and go beyond the call of duty!"

While eating, Anastasia kept looking toward and smiling at Yvonne,
sitting across from her, eating too. Yvonne, like Anastasia, wore
not a thread. Yvonne of course noticed the change in attitude
towards her. It WAS nice.

Anastasia hungrily wolfed down three cup-cakes for desert then
announced, "Soon as you're done, come down to the basement with me.
Get on the Joe-Weider work-out station. I wanna coach you for best
effect! I know some exercises that will promote bringing out your
full potential. We'll exercise together!"
"Okay! Sure!" Yvonne agreed, smiling. Yvonne relished this new
attention from the "Mistress Body Builder" Anastasia. Though big
and strong, Yvonne was not an equal to the now-35-year-old, six-
foot-two, almost 200 pounds Anastasia and her buffed, supple
muscles.

Indeed, the two, nude muscle-Ladies worked out together, the older,
experienced one coaching the younger. This was a far better "phys-
ed" program than the loosely organized one at school.

After exercise and a shower, and while Yvonne finished out her new
grueling exercise sets, Anastasia donned red thong bikini and lacy,
brief top, plus red-lace micro-skirt over the bikini and, red high-
heels. "As always, Saturday night is RED-night!", Anastasia
announced to Yvonne who had just come up from the basement, sweaty
and huffing. For all these years, Yvonne noticed Anastasia always
wearing red for Saturdays only, but this was the first time
Anastasia said it so enthusiastically with Yvonne.

"WOW!" commented Yvonne, "You're a KNOCK-OUT!"
"Yeah! I'm sure I'll come home with more amusing stories about
those chuckle-heads at the club! I'll tell 'em to ya during our
evening stroll together, okay? The moon'll be out again, it'll be
nice!"
"Okay! Just don't bring home another pair like last night! You know
they followed you here in a car. Watch out for anybody trailing
you. If you notice a car behind you all the way out here, just
drive past our drive way and take that back-road around. And keep
driving around and around until they give up!"
"Good advice, Soldier! Will do!"

Anastasia smiled at Yvonne and said, "Say, I still got a few
minutes before I have to go, you wanna hurry and shower? And when
you come out, I'll give ya a massage!"
"Sure!"

Yvonne showered, and laid nude on Anastasia's bed with Anastasia
over her, in her all-red skimpy out-fit, legs spread stretching the
micro-skirt, straddling Yvonne. Anastasia gave Yvonne a most
relaxing massage.

Anastasia got off from over Yvonne and off the bed. The bed
scrunched and grated and heaved upward, relieved of Anastasia's
weight. She announced, "Okay, Amazon Lady! I gotta go! See ya!"

Click-clack sounded Anastasia's red high-heels as she walked slow
and erect, hips swaying, to go. "Oh!" she called back, "When you
have the time, repair the front door. Tomorrow maybe! Bye!"

Yvonne, giggling, got up from her prone position on the bed to call
out, "Bye, CAPTAIN Anastasia! And don't masturbate on those poles!
I don't wanna have to cream another kid at school when he tells me
'your Mom masturbates at the night-club'!"
"YES MA'AM, Sir, er, Ma'am!" replied Anastasia cheerfully.

Click-clacking away on her high-heels, the big, voluptuous dancer
left for another night of stringing men around her fingers.

"Ahh", Yvonne exhaled, happy. She rolled over for some sleep.



Later, using parts and new door stock for a new-door project
started last year but never completed, Yvonne fixed the front door.
She would varnish it later.



Monday afternoon, the chattering, arguing Sisters, Prescilla and
Felicity returned from Boston and the Teen Beauty Pageant with
their Aunt.

Piling out of the car arguing, they approached the house, between
the poles bearing skulls, noticed not, up to the porch and on in
while carrying on a heated discussion about which one of them
should have received second-place. They only said a quick "hi" to
a smiling, giggling Yvonne as they passed. Amused at their yak yak
yak and not even noticing the skulls, Yvonne shook her head,
giggling, and muttering, "tch, tch, tch".

The Aunt NOTICED!
"MY HEAVENS! WHAT are THOSE!?"
"Uh..." Yvonne's voice quivered, "They're to scare off prowlers!"
"Sheesh! They'll scare off SOMEBODY, that's for SURE! Are they
REAL? Or just plastic? And WHY is there an arrow through that one?"
"It's just to say to any scum considering breaking in, robbing or
raping us, that if you dare attempt it, THIS will happen to YOU!"
"Well... uh... VERY SUCCINCT! Are they REAL?"

Yvonne wished Aunt Mary hadn't insisted on that question. She
replied, "Well, uh, they um... Yes, they're real! They were ordered
from one of those companies Doctors-in-training order human bones
from for anatomical studies!"
"You mean, they were living people once?"
"Uh... I guess so!"
"Is this some Indian thing of yours?"
"No, it's Anasta... er... YES! It's MY idea!"
"I hope her craziness isn't rubbing off to you!"
"She's NOT CRAZY! She just needs ALLEN back! Wouldn't you agree?
You're his Sister."
"Well of course! But life goes on, that was a decade ago. She has
to get over it."
"Look, we're WAY out in the country. It takes the Police forever to
respond. We just had to come up with defenses and deterrents of our
own since we can't afford an alarm system."
"Well if Anastasia would quit her bizarre behavior and get a normal
job she might be able to afford something..."

... And then they continued to bandy the issue around for a time on
the usual monotonous subject of Anastasia should get a regular job
and not behave so strange and so on. While Anastasia snored away at
1:30 p.m., Yvonne defended her Step Mother gallantly.

Some refreshments, talk of the pageant, Boston's problems and other
matters, and Aunt Mary left. Aunt Mary left at 2:30 p.m. Anastasia
still slept.

It turned out Prescilla and Felicity won second and third place,
just barely edging each other out. And the first-place winner won
for the significantly higher scores for the talent contest. The
physical beauty of Prescilla and Felicity during the bathing-suit
segment actually beat that of the first prize winner. But alas,
their talent segment lacked. Though they sang well and with voices
sweet, Prescilla's and Felicity's songs were unoriginal and boring.
The first place winner came through with a dazzling performance and
so, edged the Sisters and their captivating physiques, out over
all.
Prescilla and Felicity accepted that, no problem. But they
continued arguing over who really is the most beautiful and sexy
between the two of them.

Much later, they FINALLY noticed the skulls. After some startled
looks, similar questions to those of Aunt Mary and similar
comments, Prescilla finally commented, "This house is haunted
enough! Does she want to bring in more!? Crazy ol' Mom!"

Yes, Yvonne HAD to tell them it WAS Mom's idea... Mamma Anastasia
would proudly tell them herself... when ever she got up from bed.
September came, and school resumed. Yvonne, in her aggressive way,
approached a shy boy she found adorable... and finally received
Love in return. Too shy to approach girls himself, he enjoyed
having the big, dark and rugged Amazon show interest in him. He
obviously found her big physique, tattered clothes and over-all
rugged look attractive and sexually stimulating. No problem with
Step Mom Anastasia; Yvonne could bring this boy home anytime.
Yvonne often took him up to her turret room... no more need be
said...

But the boy, named Benjamin, or Ben for short, O'brien, had Parents
that resisted his relation with that big, rough "injun"-girl. Being
the Daughter of a Strip Dancer known for her masturbations did not
help either. But when big Amazon Yvonne came calling, Ben's Parents
knew resistance was futile. Yvonne was Ben's first girl-friend and
superbly matched to Ben's dreams. Ben's Parents were well aware of,
and later, Yvonne saw them too, his many drawings, magazine
pictures of and comic heroines of Muscle Women. Yvonne was a jack-
pot for Ben, an answer to his most earnest prayers.

Any doubt in Yvonne's mind about the sincerity of Ben's Love and
adoration for her was removed by one look at Ben's collection of
colored pencil renderings, water and three oil paintings of his
favorite subject; Muscle Women. As an Artist on "free-run", that is
no bosses telling him what to draw, no societies commissioning him
what to paint or any other constraints, these carefully rendered
pictures of athletic Ladies that were his "Work Of Love" offered
Yvonne a window into Ben's mind.

Interesting as well, the Muscle Gals in Ben's pictures were of two
general types:  One type featured rugged, dark-skinned Amazons with
flowing black hair, dark as mid-night. And sure enough, there
Yvonne was, in Ben's room, as if she had stepped out of one of his
drawings.

The other type of Amazon was a fair-skinned blond haired and blue
eyed type with faces carefully drawn so that they were that of
"classical Irish Maidens'" faces. How like her Sisters the faces in
the drawings looked, Yvonne thought.

This COULD have worried Yvonne of the chance of Ben's adoration for
Yvonne eventually being drawn away by a blond Muscle Lady should
one ever appear. But, seeing the other articles, books and pictures
in Ben's room indicated to Yvonne the blond Muscle Women with the
Irish faces were all part of Ben's OTHER interest:  Ireland and
things Celtic.

Being Irish himself, he had quite a gathering of Irish and Celtic
curiosities. Books on Celtic art, a couple books of Irish stories
complete with accent, cheap plastic casts of certain Celtic items
including the best one, to Yvonne anyway since she liked horses, a
Unicorn, 12 inches high at the shoulder.

One day Ben brought out from its guarded place and tried to play,
an authentic Irish Uillean Pipe. Though he played not that fluent,
it delighted Yvonne all the same.

Later, Yvonne asked Ben, "Have you ever BEEN to Ireland?"
"Nope. Not yet, but I will, sooner or later."
"Did you know the airport at Dublin, Ireland is one of the few
airports in the world you can peacefully and safely ride a bicycle
from? Other of the world's airports are dangerous to attempt
leaving or approaching by bike."
"Huh! That's interesting!"
"Yeah. I remember, when I was a kid, my Father took us... my Father
was an Airline Captain remember..."
"Yeah, you told me, then he was lost."
"Yeah! Anyway, he took us to Ireland because his trans-Atlantic
route went there. I was always amazed how my Dad could safely land
in all that dark cloudiness. Ireland is almost always cloudy, at
least it was the few times WE went. It's cool but not too cold, and
always green! Fields and fields of green. You can see it from the
air... I remember so clear. Upon FINALLY leaving the bottom of that
thick cloud, you could look down and even though dark, the farm-
lands that Dad flew the jet over during final approaches to
Dublin's airport were always a shining green!"
"Huh! You've actually been there!"
"Then Dad put me and my sisters in a special trailer for carrying
children behind a bicycle. Then, with Mom following us on her
bicycle, we headed from the Dublin airport which is in the country
somewhat, and to small Irish towns. It was always fun!"
"Boy! I wish I could go!"
"Too bad Dad isn't around any more. If he was still here and
Captain, he could get you air-fare to Ireland at greatly reduced
cost. Tch, tch, tch, ohh!", Yvonne sighed.

Ben, sitting on his bed next to Yvonne, placed his hand on her back
and rubbed it, saying, "I'm sorry about your Father, Yvonne..."
"Oh, it's okay now. He's only trapped... but where, and how to free
him..."
"Kidnapped? Hijackers? After all this time?"
"No, not in the usual way. Something weird, something... super-
natural..."
Ben continued rubbing Yvonne's back. Perhaps, under the guise of
showing her sympathy, or while showing sympathy, Ben also enjoyed
the feel of Yvonne's big, wide, solid feeling back.



Ben's Parents were financially well off enough to supply Ben with
good educational tools and toys or hobbies. One tool/hobby was a
first-rate computer. Yvonne wanted a computer too but no way she
was going to get one.

Often, in Ben's room, he took his beloved Yvonne on trips through
the Internet. They visited many World-Wide-Web sites. Knowing of
her interest in weight-training and cycling, he visited web-sites
having to do with or selling exercise equipment and bicycles or
cycling-related stuff. Yvonne already had first-class exercise
equipment, two of them and an old but well maintained mountain
bicycle. And she could not buy anything more anyway.

One day they browsed a web-site that was a Internet "Store-Front"
for "Joe's Exercise and Supplements". On it were some first-rate
weight-lifting apparatus and many fine supplements. This web-site
had a page or two on "Fun Exercise Equipment". It said "Not all
exercise has to be dry and boring! Tri-Shaw!". TRY a rick-SHAW that
is...
It showed pictures of an unusual way to get exercise. It show-cased
a beautiful, big three-wheeled bicycle with a canvas canopy top, a
luxuriant seat for two passengers, stereo and all manner of high-
tech stuff included.
"Wow!" Yvonne exclaimed to Ben, "I could put you, my Mother or
maybe both my knot-head Sisters in there and give rides! I would
get the exercise and they, or you, could have fun! Pedaling that
thing would mix moderate weight-lifting with aerobic exercise!
That'd be excellent for my inter-weight-lifting days."

But alas poor Yvonne could not even dream of touching its $3800
price-tag. But then Ben fed yet another page into his web-browser.
This one featured a real rick-shaw. A rick-shaw is a cart or
chariot that is pulled by a human, and has seating for two
passengers and a small amount of luggage (or refreshments). Its
smaller price tag of $1800 seemed a little closer to Yvonne, but
still way out of reach.
"Huh!" commented Yvonne to Ben, "An interesting, different way to
get jogging or brisk, loaded walking exercise. It could develop
arms a little bit as well. I could walk brisk or jog with YOU in
the seat. You'd be cute as can be! OH! I WISH I could have one!"
"Maybe they have used ones. Why don't we call 'em? Look, there's
their 1-800 voice-number..."

Yvonne immediately took up Ben's suggestion from his bed-room. But
Joe's Exercise and Supplements was only a dealer, they had no used
rickshaws. But the guy on the phone gave them the telephone number
of the rick-shaw's and pedicab's (that three-wheeled bicycle)
manufacturer in California.

"Go ahead!" said Ben, "Use my phone. I'll just tell my Parents I
made the call."
"You're so sweet..." and then Yvonne leaned over to Ben for her
smoldering lips to press his...
"Oohhh..." Ben could only groan.
"OOO! Stop! We better wait 'till we're at MY home before we get
into that!" warned Yvonne to a melting Ben, "Your Parents dislike
me enough as it is!"

Yvonne called 1-310-208-8898 to a First-Class Pedicab Company.
After some discussion with the enthusiastic fellow on the other
end, a deal was made for a "fixer-upper" rick-shaw, a heavily used
one, for about 300 dollars. STILL out of Yvonne's price range, Ben,
listening in, nodded his head "Yes, yes!"
So the order was made. Ben would pay for it plus its $180 shipping.
He took it out of his allowance and savings. So that his Parents
would not know, and it was to be hers anyway, Ben gave Yvonne's
home as the address to ship to.



When the rick-shaw arrived, it took Ben's confirmation that HE paid
for it, as Yvonne claimed to her upset Step Mom.

When Anastasia saw what the device was, she became enthusiastic
too. She encouraged Yvonne to put off lawn and house chores to
complete the repair and assembly of the rick-shaw.

The rick-shaw was in bad shape indeed. But Yvonne is experienced in
repairing and building things. In a number of days, the rick-shaw
was ready to ride. Yvonne painted and decorated it with a nice,
feminine lavender with purple and white trim. The seat was made
plush and luxurious. Yvonne encountered some expensive parts and
materials along the way which Ben helped pay for.

Ben contributed by repairing the rick-shaw's stereo via his
electronic expertise. He also rewired its lighting system. The
rick-shaw had two bright tail-lights and a wide-dispersion head-
light mounted on the pull-bar-handle.

The rick-shaw had transformed under Yvonne's power to a first-rate
exercise machine. Prescilla and Felicity could not wait to ride.
And of course, as promised by Yvonne, Ben received long extensive
rides over cow-trails through the pastures and woods behind
Yvonne's house. And they did not just ride. Yvonne took her
precious Ben to places in the forests and pastures only she knew
of... then took Ben's passions to places he never dreamed of...

Sex was inevitable! What guy could survive without a major break-
down of all inhibitions after what Ben saw on those trips through
the glade and wood... Yvonne wore, strung actually, on her robust
brown body, a thin, skimpy set of strings she said was a thong
bikini. Barely covering her genital, the white, lacy strings arched
way up over her muscle-laced hips, over her butt bunns and
disappeared in the deep cleavage between her butt bunns.

On his rides, Ben had for his viewing pleasure, a broad, brown back
bumpy with muscle. He observed her butt muscles rippling and
flexing huge and majestic. With each step as she jogged, pulling
the rick-shaw, her huge quad muscles rippled mighty with power. Her
wavy black hair trailed in the breeze dancing and playing upon the
great stage which was her back. From time to time she turned to
give him a sultry look and pursed her sumptuous Native-American-
Woman-lips in blowing Ben a kiss.

Upon stopping the rick-shaw, Yvonne helps Ben down and pulls him
close to her sweating body. He can only but feel her over and...
resistance is useless!
Anastasia enjoyed using the rick-shaw as well. So enthused was she,
that for a while at least, she even began getting up earlier in the
day, as early as 1:30 p.m! She and Yvonne took turns. First
Anastasia pulled Yvonne out back over glade and through forest.
Then they would switch places.

But the big, powerful Anastasia found Yvonne's 185 pounds
insufficiently heavy. So Anastasia added a few bar-bell plates to
the floor of the rick-shaw to increase exercise efficacy.

But during all these happy rides in back of their house in the
pastures and woods, there was, for Yvonne, that dark, foreboding
secret. In a stand of woods that they pass every time going out or
coming back, are two headless corpses, some six feet down, laying,
rotting... hopefully quickly.




They began to look for other ways to enjoy the rick-shaw. Even the
non-exercising, delicate Sisters tried pulling the rick-shaw... a
little bit... on flat, paved ground. There was no paved ground
around their house but there was at a nearby park and forest
reserve.

The forest-reserve has a small area that functions as a park. Paved
service roads run all around the reserve. Most are gated and locked
against the public's cars. Only forest-management vehicles can
enter. But a passage-way in the gate allows hikers, cyclists and
just barely, the rick-shaw into the forest reserve.

Although it was a week-day afternoon, the park's parking-lot still
had at least a few other cars and people. The park was not that
well known. Remotely located, not advertised and devoid of any
facilities except a few picnic tables and of course, trails, the
park tended to be very quiet. The area's main function is that of
a forest- and old-growth-forest-reserve.

This suited Anastasia and Yvonne just fine. They both liked places
of few people and wilderness. Anastasia's and Yvonne's extreme
clothing made remote places desirable as well because they could
enjoy their skimpy clothing without the interference of
disapproving type of people.

On this day, Anastasia wore her red-lace micro-skirt with NOTHING
underneath; no thong or any other under garment. Her big, sturdy
breasts held red-lace triangles barely covering the areola around
her nipples. Hiking shoes completed the list of man-made materials
sitting upon Anastasia's great body.

Yvonne wore that same white thong bikini ensemble of hers. Composed
mostly of strings, Yvonne may as well been naked. Again, hiking
shoes completed her list of clothes.

On the other end of the scale, Prescilla and Felicity looked like
Princesses on the way to a King's ball. Ever concerned over the
Sisters' fair, porcelain skin, Yvonne made sure the rick-shaw's
canopy was up to protect the fair maidens from the direct sun. Ben
O'brien was the only straight-ahead one with his quite ordinary t-
shirt and blue-jeans.

Only in the areas where it is perfectly flat, Prescilla tried
pulling the smaller, lighter Felicity. And Felicity pulled
Prescilla... a little bit... until "sweat threatened". Actually
they pulled not bad, but dainty high-heel slippers and their
aversion to sweat limited their activity.

But the real serious pulling came from Yvonne and Anastasia.

The forest reserve features a 2500 foot mountain or "big hill".
Though the seat is designed for two, Anastasia invited Prescilla,
Felicity, Ben and Yvonne into the seat. After some arguing,
Anastasia finally lost patience and "commanded" Felicity to sit in
Ben's lap and Prescilla in Yvonne's lap. Then the powerful
Anastasia tested her strength and might as she pulled all four in
the rick-shaw up the 2500 foot ascent.

Anastasia made it easily. After rolling them down, Yvonne had to
test herself too. With 200 pounds of female muscle, Anastasia,
holding Ben in her lap, and Felicity in Prescilla's lap, Yvonne
made the climb as well.

During the climb, Ben sat upon that big, practically nude Amazon
Anastasia's lap. He was noticeably uncomfortable or nervous with
Anastasia's hands making their way to his crotch.

It took longer and Yvonne was taxed, but she made it. This time
when they came down off the mountain, two fellows had come along
and saw this strange sight. They wished to join.

Is it any wonder they wanted to join... actually secure a ride up
the mountain pulled by one of those Amazon pullers!

The two fellows were both Navy Sailors. They had their traditional
white Sailor's uniforms on. Being young men around 19 or 20, one
look at either Yvonne OR Anastasia had them shaking.

Who knows how the two Sailors found their way from Boston Harbor to
this remote forest-reserve in the Massachusetts hinter-lands but
here they were, enjoying casual strolls on the trails and now,
drooling over Anastasia and Yvonne. They must have thought it was
a service, for one of them came right up to the arriving rick-shaw
and its four passengers and big, brown-skinned Amazon puller and
asked, "How much for the two of us to be taken up the mountain?"

Yvonne began, "Uh, well this is not..."
"3.50 each!" announced Anastasia as she piled out of the rick-shaw,
interrupting Yvonne.
The Sailors readily gave up their seven dollars and Yvonne was up
the mountain again with two ogling passengers.

Although Yvonne could EASILY hold her own against one man, two men,
if they decided to get aggressive, might be a problem for Yvonne.
Anastasia apparently considered this as she commanded Ben, "You
stay here with Felicity and Prescilla, I'm gonna trail behind them
a ways to keep an eye on things."

Yvonne started off at a jogging pace, but the Sailors told her to
only walk. Needless to say, they wanted to stretch this out. They
enjoyed the sight of Yvonne's big muscle-butt-bunns rippling with
strength as she pulled the two, possibly 380 pounds together, not
counting rick-shaw-weight, up the mountain. Heaving quad muscles in
her legs flexing, rippling with each step kept the Sailors
entranced. And not to mention, if they could rip their eyes off
Yvonne, there was the grand scenery. In this mid-October, cool,
severe-clear day in New England, the maples and oaks were fire- red
and orange. Near the top of the ascent, grand vistas were there to
behold. A bonny trip indeed!

Upon coming down off the mountain, the Sailors paid another $7.00
to have Anastasia pull them up the mountain a second time. Big,
strong Anastasia needed no escort. She told Yvonne to rest and stay
with Ben and Sisters.

After the Sailors came back down, camera smoking and film used up
from picture after picture of both Yvonne and Anastasia, they left
for their ship in Boston Harbor. They asked first, "Are you people
going to be here tomorrow? We've got some buddies who would LOVE
THIS!"

Yvonne looked up at the Big Boss Mistress; Anastasia smiled, and
with lips steaming replied, "Why sure! And bring tapes! The rick-
shaw has a tape-player! See ya!"

Anastasia pursed her lips and kissed toward the two young Sailors.
Looking back several times, they stumbled away.



Anastasia and them had not planned it, but they indeed came the
next day.



The Sisters came and hung out in the vicinity of the mountain to
stroll around. Ben accompanied Yvonne on her trips up. Big
Anastasia had no such accompaniment.

Thirty-some Sailors showed up! All had cameras and some had
camcorders. Some wanted Anastasia in her red-lace micro-skirt to
pull them up. Others wanted dark-skinned Yvonne in her white
strings to pull. Some would go up first with one puller then
another. Some wanted to go again and again. They even argued
amongst each other for turns. They could have easily used two
rickshaws!

The Sailors paid extra to get Anastasia to dance. Anastasia craved
dancing for them but put up a front, "gotta pay extra first".
Yvonne was not to sanguine about dancing since she never did
before. Anastasia danced wild and powerful. Yvonne danced demurely
and shy. Some liked Anastasia to dance while others preferred
Yvonne's shy manner. And of course some wanted to see both.

This went on until almost dark. The Sailors asked if they could
come again, with more buddies, tomorrow. "Please! It's our last
day. Our ship sets sail the day after..."
"Sure!" Anastasia replied, supple lips blowing a kiss, "Be here
same time tomorrow! We'll be here for you!"

After they left and Yvonne pulled Ben and Sisters in the rick-shaw
at a leisurely pace back to the parking lot, Anastasia excitedly
said as she walked along side the rick-shaw, "Wow! Look at it! 235
dollars today! Huh!"
"Looks like there's a potential business here." replied Yvonne,
matter of fact.

They approached their car in the parking lot. There were only a few
cars left. They heard, "Look at you two hussies! Desecrating this
park with your sacrilegious deeds!"

Anastasia turned to see, indeed, they were to be descended upon by
a small group of those New England style religious zealots.

Anastasia growled back, "We are just having a nice stroll! YOU GOT
A PROBLEM WITH THAT!?"
"Yeah we got a problem! With that band of see-through cloth you are
wearing as a skirt and practically nothing above and... and you!"
They turned attention to Yvonne. They continued, "And you're just
plain NAKED! We saw you giving rides and doing those lewd dances
for those fine young men of the Navy. You..."
"AW SHUDDUP!!!" roared Yvonne, "If you don't like it, WHY IN THE
HELL DID YOU COME TO WATCH!? That is SO TYPICAL of you people!"

Anastasia joined in, "Hey DUM DUMS! If you don't like something,
you don't watch, listen or take it. Is THAT too deep for your
limited intelligence?"
"Now see here!" one of them started, "We'll not take that kind of
abuse! You are indecently exposed and are contributing to the
delinquency of..."
"ENOUGH!" roared Anastasia with her booming powerful voice. As the
hypocrites stepped back, Yvonne shouted, "DAM CRUMMY CHRISTIANS!
GET OUT OF HERE AND LEAVE US ALONE!!"

As the hypocrites staggered from that verbal attack, Anastasia, to
THEIR surprise, jumped on Yvonne, "Yvonne! NO! They are NOT
CHRISTIANS! Proper Christians do NOT do this. They may CLAIM to be
Christians, but the Bible itself warns of such charlatans. Here you
see before you..." Anastasia clearly gestured towards them, "...a
glowering example of neo-christian fascism! They are CONTROL
FREAKS, nothing more. The very same that sponsors killing abortion
clinic workers..."
"We do NOT sponsor abortion clinic murders...!"
"NO BUT YOU SECRETLY APPROVE AND SUPPORT! NOW SHUT UP AND LEAVE
US!"
They... kept quiet. Anastasia continued to Yvonne. "Holding high
the Cross Of Jesus, they do the work of satan..."
"HEY! THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH!"
"WILL YOU PLEASE SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF HERE!!! I'M TRYING TO TEACH
THIS CHILD SOMETHING!"
"YEAH SURE! How to be a SLUT and a HUSSY!"

Anastasia's fuse popped. "DAM YOU CONTROL FREAKS!" roared Anastasia
as she lunged for one of them and grabbed him by the arm. She slung
him around and tossed him stumbling down the road. "NOW GET OUT
BEFORE I RIP YOU APART!! GET!!!"

The would-be controllers began to shout back but they were up
against a group as determined or more so than they were. Prescilla,
Felicity and Ben all piled out of the rick-shaw and began shouting
at them. "Leave us alone!", "Mind your own affairs!", "If you don't
like, don't look/listen/do/etc!" and such filled the air in a
cacophony of angered voices.

Yvonne stepped out of the rick-shaw's pull-bar and approached as
well. With two huge, angry Muscle Women and three others shouting
and fuming, the holier-than-thou-hypocrites escaped to their car
and left.

With them gone, Anastasia continued to Yvonne, "Please! PLEASE!
NEVER attack proper Christianity or proper Christians. I'm not
perfect, but none of us are. The thing about the Bible is, if we
all, I mean ALL, all people, lived as Jesus said, ALL violence, all
war would stop. Those people are NOT Christians, they only disguise
themselves as Christians and yes, maybe some think they ARE proper
Christians. But they are NOT CHRISTIANS. They are the tool of
satan! And an effective tool! Never before in the history of
Christianity has there been such negative feelings toward
Christians from the populace. And it's all because of people like
them."
"Sorry," apologized Yvonne, "I will not make that confusion again.
Gosh. It IS easy to confuse the two!"
"Yeah! They have disguised themselves. It's the finest trick
against REAL Christians satan has ever devised! And you REALLY DO
have to be careful... you have to be surgically precise! These neo-
christian fascists are just like a cancer growing, spreading
through out the healthy fabric of Christianity. Just like a Surgeon
with his razor-sharp tools, you have to carefully cut out these
cancerous neo-christian-fascists while leaving the healthy fabric
of Christianity intact."

Not new to Prescilla and Felicity, they have seen their big, strip-
dancer Mom speak of Biblical issues many times. But BEN was clearly
amazed. He told Yvonne later, "Man! I've never seen such powerful
words and Christian teachings come from a night-club stripper
before! She really told THOSE chuckle-heads off!"

Yvonne agreed, "Yes, you WILL see, my Step Mom is MOST dynamic and
full of surprises!"



The next day, the last day for the Sailors to be in port, saw all
four of the Family and Ben at the foot of the mountain. Some forty
Sailors showed up! It was all Yvonne and Anastasia could do to keep
up with their demands. As one group rode up the mountain, the
others waited while being entertained by Anastasia's or Yvonne's
dancing. And the night before, Anastasia coached Yvonne some on
good erotic dancing. She performed better now.

Returning home, they had no more encounters with "control-freak
hypocrites". They made over 300 dollars.



It would seem to a business man reading this, they had a potential
business. Yvonne, alone, gave it some thought. Anastasia forgot
about it as did the Sisters. Yvonne had no money to deal with a
real serious attempt at business.

But they all continued to enjoy the rick-shaw, and from time to
time, they picked up money along the way.

The biggest reason for not pursuing a rick-shaw business for Yvonne
however, was getting her Father, Allen back.

Yes, that Angel, so long ago, telling Yvonne "Your Father is not
dead, only trapped, continued to pray upon her mind".

Getting more and more involved with the Native American religion,
Peyoteism, it seemed to Yvonne it might hold some answers...



From boy-friend Ben's computer and the internet, Yvonne found much
information on modern-day Native American culture. It quickened her
pace into the Peyote religion. She found out where seminars are
held, how to "register" herself as Native American, and much
information on Peyoteism itself.

Yvonne found out about Native American functions in Boston or
nearby small Massachusetts towns. But transportation was a problem
to sixteen, going on seventeen years Yvonne who only had a
"Learners' License". Plus the demands of responsibility limited her
time. Journeying to Ben's house all the time was time consuming and
clumsy. Through internet advertising, Ben located and purchased a
recent-model, used computer and modem for Yvonne. He helped her set
it up in her turret bed-room.

Yvonne quickly became an accomplished "internet navigator",
visiting mostly Native American internet or web sites. She joined
news-groups and live discussions.

Finally, riding a bicycle, Yvonne journeyed over 50 miles to a
meeting of Native Americans and a Teacher of Peyoteism. Later,
groups of Native Americans picked up Yvonne in something like a van
or small bus from her house to take her to nearby functions.

Anastasia fully agreed to all this. A changed Woman since the rape
attempt, though still lazy and shiftless, Anastasia cares for
Yvonne's full physical and mental development. And if going to
Native American functions helped Yvonne, "So be it!" agreed
Anastasia. However, Anastasia did not believe any of Yvonne's talk
that somehow, all this Peyoteism would find Allen.

And all this talk of Allen did not help Anastasia's mental state.
For all these years, her grief has been buried under her kinky
sexual ways. More than once, in fact, a number of times in the past
couple months, Yvonne heard from Anastasia's bed room, not the
bed's "ka-chunk ka-chunk ka-chunk" sound of vigorous masturbating,
but the sound of sobbing.

One time Yvonne came in, softly, lightly, asking, "What's wrong,
Anastasia?"
With many photos of Allen spread in front of her nude body on the
bed, she wept. Looking up straight at Yvonne with tear-streaked
face and reddened eyes, "I want my Allen!"
"Lay down, Anastasia. Let me massage your back." Yvonne softly
suggested.
Anastasia laid prone and buried her face in her pillow and
continued to weep. Yvonne knelt beside her on the bed and rubbed
Anastasia's big, strong back. Tears pushed out of Yvonne's eyes as
well to see this big Amazon reduced to this.

Once in a particularly bad fit of weeping, Yvonne came in to check.
Always-nude Anastasia held a large photo of Allen on her tummy with
part of the photo over her vagina. "Oh Yvonne!" Anastasia sobbed
with voice quivering, "I want him inside me again! I want him in my
arms!" She embraced another large photo of Allen in her hands and
held it tight to her bare nipples of her breasts.

It was either the sobbing or even kinkier sex.

At around mid-night on non-dancing nights, or after she got home
around 2:30 a.m. on dancing nights, Anastasia sometimes casually
and boldly strolled along the shoulder of the road, not caring at
all if a car came with its headlights spot-lighting her nude form.

Later, she masturbated all the time. She masturbated on anything
she could get her vagina over. Once she rolled up several large
photos of Allen into a roll the size of a penis and inserted it
into her vagina, masturbating on Allen's photos. They were soaked
with vaginal secretions. The photos would never be the same and for
this, she wept bitterly.

At the Night-Club, she began stripping to total nudity EVERY night
now, not just Fridays. She masturbated on the poles almost every
once a week. Though illegal, there was an un-spoken, un-written
agreement with the Police that watched the show to leave the Night-
Club alone if they merely do NOT advertise their nude dancer, and
give the Police discounts. And at the end of the show at closing,
Anastasia remained nude as she casually strode to her car to go
home.

One Thursday, the first of the three nights she dances, she slept
until 9 p.m. missing it. Yvonne came home from a date with Ben at
nine and awoke Anastasia. Distraught, Anastasia cried hard for a
while then began masturbating. She masturbated almost continuously
for hours. The bed never stopped ka-chunking all the way until two
in the morning. When the Manager of the Night Club called wondering
where their best Dancer was, Yvonne gave a very well-woven excuse,
possibly saving Anastasia's job or at least, preventing any erosion
to Anastasia's status at the Night-Club.

Anastasia's mental condition was poor. And over the winter and into
spring, it worsened.

Prescilla and Felicity saw the awful state of their Mom and became
effected as well. They cried over Mom's terrible grief that seemed
to be oozing out and consuming her after over a decade of being
held under. They almost did not have a Mom anymore. Yvonne did
everything. Anastasia just barely made it to her dancing at the
Night Club or missed nights often. That cut in to their already
meager income. Other than that, Anastasia stayed in her room naked,
and either sobbed, masturbated or slept. She did still lift
weights, faithfully, though the exercises were punctuated by many
masturbations. An additional piece of hope was the fact, through
all this, Anastasia never took up alcohol. She remained the clean
non-smoker and non-drinker as she always was.

Anastasia only came out on mid-nights, especially moon-lit ones,
and strolled around. The moon-lit nights seemed to be a balm for
her, because while out there, she did not cry, and only masturbated
occasionally, usually by rubbing her vagina on sapling tree-trunks
for stimulation. Yvonne accompanied her and tried to make
conversation, but Anastasia did not talk much.

Yvonne considered dancing for the Night Club herself. Weight
lifting regularly, and growing even bigger, seventeen year old
Yvonne was now six-foot-one at 195 pounds of smoldering Muscle
Woman. She could now easily follow up the fading Anastasia.

But Yvonne was way too busy with learning about Peyoteism and
learning how to use Peyote. Very busy now, taking over Anastasia's
role as a Mom, Yvonne's study of Peyoteism slowed, not helped by
saddening and worrisome thoughts of what is going to happen to Mom
and the rest of them.

Yvonne even worried about Anastasia becoming suicidal. She thought
of the tech-9s, taken from the rapers. Earlier that evening, she
found Anastasia's tech-9 kept in a locked compartment in
Anastasia's room. Yvonne took the tech-9 along with her own, (she
worried that Anastasia would find it even though in her room) and
placed them in a sealed box and package. She buried the box just
behind their property. She wrote down notations of where the tech-
9s were so she could find them again later.




One night, Yvonne sat nude on the floor of her turret room, lights
off, next to the window and lit only by moon-light. She pondered,
"Am I doing the right thing? This... this pursuit of Peyoteism...
Get real, can it REALLY help me find Allen? Oh!..." tears came to
Yvonne's eyes as she looked up at the moon like she looked to
somebody for help. "If Allen never comes back, and probably he
never will..." she held back crying, "... Peyoteism is just a
belief, a faith, just another religion... or is it? I hope... Yet,
it is because of me always telling Anastasia lately, 'I'm gonna
find Allen! I'm gonna find Allen!' that got her grieving again and
on this downward spiral! Looks like I started it, now I better be
successful, no other way is possible! With out Allen, without Dad,
poor Anastasia is just plain going to die..."

Yvonne cried loud and hard. She shivered. She reached to the bed
and pulled a blanket over herself completely and huddled there for
a length of time even she was not aware of.



Yvonne awoke with morning sun shining through the window onto her
blanket-covered form. It took her a minute to remember where she
was and how she got there... on the floor next to the window all
night under the blanket.

Yvonne became determined, nothing would stop her now from
uncovering the root cause of all this. "I've simply got to get to
the bottom of this whole matter of my Father being trapped, that
Angel telling me he's not dead, only trapped, those other fun
little creatures I used to see... I can't remember what happened to
them or if... it was only a dream...", Yvonne thought to herself.

Yvonne said out loud as if talking to somebody, "By golly, if
Peyote is supposed to have some kind of power... then I've got to
see about what it is and if I could somehow take care of
Anastasia!"

Before doing anything else that morning, Yvonne jumped on her
computer and composed a long, detailed letter about her situation
and history. She intended the letter to be emailed to a one Mr.
Robert Crow-Coyote.

Yvonne long heard about Robert Crow-Coyote. He is a "Peyote Road
Man" or Medicine Man and expert in the use of Peyote and all about
Peyoteism. He travels the country administering to the needs of
various Native American communities or groups. Yvonne thought he
was too big a personality to consider Yvonne's little concerns. But
she thought, due to Robert Crow-Coyote's similarity to Jesus in
personality and caring for others, he just might do something for
Yvonne. She offered her acreage for use by the traveling Mr. Crow-
Coyote. He and his assistants and family are known for setting up
authentic Plains-Indians style tepees where ever he goes. Yvonne
would worry about her crazy Step Mom wandering about at night naked
later, if Robert DID come.

Yvonne spent all morning on the letter composing it, pondering and
writing. She spell-checked it, proof-read it and finally, logged on
the internet server and emailed the letter to Robert Crow-Coyote's
email address.

That was Saturday morning. Only AFTER the letter's completion and
emailing did Yvonne go back to her chores.

Nude as usual, Yvonne descended the stairs from her turret room.
She was going to have breakfast then mow the lawn and fix a problem
with the car.

Yvonne neared the living room. She heard the Nintendo game (gift
from Ben) being used by the Sisters. But when Yvonne actually
entered the living room, her surprised face beheld a sight most
unexpected...

Prescilla sat in a living room chair while Felicity sat on the
floor... both of them completely devoid of clothes. Prescilla DID
have delicate pink tassels on both her wrists, but that is all.

The sight of her nude Sisters suspended any more movement out of
Yvonne. Sleek bodies with that blemish-free, porcelain fair skin
captivated Yvonne. She held her position while she took in this
surprising but delightful sight.

Prescilla sat relaxing while watching Felicity battle it out with
some video-game creature. She sat back with her head back and legs
spread. Yvonne peeked at a well defined vagina and mound. Her pert
breasts were more than a hand-full each, and terminated by light-
colored, firm nipples surrounded by pinkish areolas. Below that,
Prescilla's abs showed through plainly on her belly.

"Wow," Yvonne thought to herself, "No training at all... well they
get a LITTLE at school... but so little training and already she's
close to having a body-builder's appearance. I bet she could slap
out a hundred sit-ups, easy! If she would only train, she'd be
awesome!"

Felicity, intense on that game, looked sleek and ready for battle.
She partially sat on the floor and partially stood on her knees,
not cross-legged. Her vagina out of view, Yvonne could see abs
popping out on her tummy as well. Arm muscles, small but definite,
allowed her to pound away fiercely at that Nintendo controller. Her
breasts resembled un-blinking eyes helping her keep watch on the
enemy within the game. Although her breasts were "only" a hand-
full, they were well on their way on Felicity's sixteen year-old
physique of "potential Amazon proportions"; Yvonne's terminology.

"Well WELL!" called Yvonne, finally moving again, "So you have
discovered the pleasures of nudity!"

Prescilla looked up at Yvonne with bright blue eyes under soft
blond bangs and said, "Yes! We thought we might try it since
everyone else around here does!"
"Well good! And you look SUPER! SEXY! And skin, OH SO FAIR! But
just keep between ourselves, okay?" Yvonne responded.
Prescilla replied, "Sure! Don't worry!"

Although not so heavily muscled as Yvonne or Anastasia, the Sisters
had slim, lean bodies with an obvious capacity for great athletic
development if they would just get interested. They were over six
feet tall, and despite their lack of exercise, had those hard
tummies with visible abs, and legs with muscle that rippled when
they walked. After all, they had Anastasia's Amazon genes and
Allen's athletic qualities as well. Their bodies were a mine of
athletic prowess waiting to be tapped.





Anastasia barely climbed out of bed at 4 p.m. and did her weight
lifting and masturbating in the basement. She bathed then wore a
white lace micro-skirt and barely visible top, white high-heels and
went to work. Despite all her mental problems, Anastasia was still
an awesome sight and a powerful, resplendent Amazon Dancer.

Yvonne wondered how much longer Anastasia would hang on. Yvonne
went on to complete her chores.




That night, Yvonne launched her computer into the 'net to see if
she had email. She had the usual "junk" email and... a letter from
Robert Crow-Coyote!

Yvonne's face brightened and her heart pounded. She hastily
downloaded this prize letter and logged off so she could read in
peace.

Excitedly Yvonne read. Robert, REALLY speaking to her, said he read
the letter and wept...
"Wow!" muttered Yvonne, "Jesus wept... Robert wept! Wow! Just like
him...". She continued reading.

Robert Crow-Coyote said he originally planned to be in
Massachusetts in two months and had arrangements to stay in a
forest reserve. But now he was moving up the Massachusetts date to
only one month away, and TOOK UP YVONNE'S OFFER! He and his
Assistants and Family would set up their tepees on Yvonne's
acreage!
"WOW! IMAGINE THAT!" Yvonne said out loud.

And the best of all, Robert said, "Your situation is an interesting
one indeed. There are other cases similar to yours but are just
legend. Yours should be and WILL BE looked into. I agree with you
that there IS something going on and at the very least, should be
explored fully. I will instruct you personally on the proper use of
GrandFather Peyote. He is very powerful, but if used unwisely, can
lead to very serious trouble, the least of which is simple drug
addiction. As a registered Native American, you now have the
special right finally given by the United States government to
possess the otherwise illegal, what non-Indians call,
'hallucinogenic' substance. If you have any, do not use it. Wait
for my arrival. You sound eager and desperate, a dangerous state of
mind when using Peyote. Just hang on one more month, and I will be
right there. We will have a special Peyote ceremony just for you
and your situation. You don't have to travel anywhere..."

"WOW! I don't BELIEVE IT! Robert Crow-Coyote! Coming HERE!"
Ecstatic, Yvonne could not hold still. She paced around, went down
stairs and walked around thinking about it, and did her usual
outside stroll, nude under a rising half-moon. It was 1:30 a.m. and
Anastasia would be home in another hour.
"WOW! Robert Crow-Coyote coming here! ..." she went on and on.



During their moonlight stroll together, Yvonne excitedly told
Anastasia about it. Yvonne worried just a bit about Anastasia's
reaction but all was well. It seemed these days, Yvonne could do no
wrong in Anastasia's eyes, just the opposite of a decade ago.

"Now behave yourself, Anastasia! They'll be here only a couple of
weeks. They will not know what to think of a six-foot-two, naked
Muscle Lady a-wandering' around under the moon!"
"Okay, okay, Yvonne," Anastasia smiled, putting her arm around
Yvonne's back and rubbing it, "I'll... put something on! Anything
for you!"
A month of continuing email correspondence with Robert and others
later, and they did came. Yvonne finally believed it was happening
when it happened. She just could not believe until she saw them,
Brother and Sister Native Americans, in their vehicles, and later
setting up three tepees in Yvonne and Anastasia's own acreage.

The day they came was a Saturday in mid-May about two in the
afternoon. It was quite warm. When Yvonne saw the van and two other
cars with Native American symbology on them and a "Red Power"
emblem, she dashed out of sight and back to the house. Yvonne was
nude as she did her outside work.

Yvonne ran to the living room. Anastasia slumbered away in her bed-
room. A nude Prescilla battled it out with alien invaders from the
Nintendo. Prescilla had the curious habit of standing, legs spread,
during Nintendo battles. Her six-foot plus physique looked
powerful, as if she could do battle with REAL invaders as well as
the game-ones.

"You better get dressed! Robert Crow-Coyote and them are here!"
called Yvonne hurriedly.
"I AM dressed!" replied Prescilla half joking, half meaning it
while rattling a garland of beads around her neck. She was clothed
in other little tassels and decorations here and there, but
breasts, vagina, and 98 percent of her fair skin contacted the open
air. Prescilla "quit and saved" the game, and started toward her
room saying, "Anyway, don't those Indians go naked too?"
"Well, not any more, and, well, I'm not clear just how they are
about that. Just go conservative until we get a feel on it."

Yvonne ran to the Sisters' room to warn Felicity. Felicity relaxed
on the bed reading a book. She was head-to-toe-nude, no tassels,
decorations or anything. She was dressed only in her own wavy,
blond hair.
"Get something on!" called Yvonne, "Robert Crow-Coyote and them are
here!"
"Oh! They ARE?" Felicity replied as she bounded off the bed and to
the window.
"They might SEE you!" warned Yvonne.
"Boy! Aren't YOU the conservative worry-wart!" joked Prescilla as
she came at a relaxed pace to choose something to wear. "You're
just like some old Lady from Concord!"
"Well, since we all have become a nudist colony, that's great! But
you just have to remember people from outside may not understand."
Yvonne said breathlessly as she got ready to dash out and up the
turret stairs. "I gotta go dress, MYSELF!"
"WAIT!" commanded Prescilla, grabbing Yvonne on her shoulder. She
surprised Yvonne with a nice sun-dress saying, "Wear this instead
of your bedraggled threads. The white will look nice on your dark
skin. Some boy at school that thinks a lot of me gave it to me. But
he doesn't know about sizes and all. It's the right length but too
wide. Since you're so robust, it should fit you, no problem."


This act of Prescilla's arrested Yvonne. Never before had Prescilla
made such an offer, at least, not since the distant past when the
Sisters offered toys from time to time.

"Thanks!" said Yvonne smiling big, moved to wetness in her eyes.
Yvonne patted and rubbed Prescilla's back, surprisingly firm
feeling to Yvonne.
"HURRY!" commanded Prescilla.

Still stunned from Prescilla's kindness, nude Yvonne dashed into a
nearby bath-room to put the dress on. Indeed it was just right.
Prescilla was as tall as Yvonne, just slimmer. A snug, sleek fit,
the snow-white dress displayed Yvonne's rugged, dark physique well.

"Okay," muttered Yvonne to herself, "That leaves the Mistress of
Muscle and Nudity. She still sleeps. I hope she'll know we have
company when she wakes up."

An excited Yvonne went out to greet and welcome Robert Crow-Coyote
and company. Later the Sisters came out, resembling Princesses
fair.

A lot of talk took place while Yvonne helped Robert Crow-Coyote and
crew set up. The Sisters watched and helped a little too but not to
the point of sweating in this too-warm day of May as Yvonne did.

Yvonne related to Robert Crow-Coyote about Anastasia's passion for
nudity (She said nothing of her own or now, the Sisters). Sure
enough, about four in the afternoon, as Robert and the others set
up, Anastasia came slow-walking out, hips swaying, broad strong
back erect with a sultry smile for the Native American visitors.
Anastasia WAS clothed... barely. Scant traces of lacy, see-through
red barely covered nipples and areolas, and vagina. Even though
previously briefed, the sight of this six-foot-two, 200 pound
Amazon wild-woman, muscled, light skin decorated with a red-lace
thong and red high-heels was quite a sight to Robert and crew.

Yvonne introduced Anastasia to Robert Crow-Coyote. He had a face
rugged and weathered, yet kind. He had those classic "Indian
features" of prominent nose, high cheek-bones and nice dark color.

After some small talk, and Robert's Wife, Marie, joining, Anastasia
stated a concern of hers, "Robert, no offense to your religion and
doings, but, this peyote... is it some kind of... drug?"

Yvonne felt embarrassed but Robert smiled and said, "If used...
ABUSED actually, peyote... we like to refer to him as 'GrandFather
Peyote'... can behave as any other hallucinogenic drug. But when
used correctly and in context with other ceremony, it forms a gate-
way to the Spirits. The Spirits have much wisdom. I know, I know,
you have heard this hullabaloo before, but think about it! Spirits
possess life spans of untold trillions of eons, virtually immortal
or REALLY immortal. Wouldn't you tend to seek the advice, if you
have problems, of some one with that much experience?"
Anastasia pondered, "Well... I suppose so... well OF COURSE so,
if... IF they DO exist and if this peyote does indeed open that...
gate-way."
Robert Crow-Coyote said further, "Spirits, your culture calls them
'Angels', are all around us. But because they exist in a different
set of dimensions than us, special methods must be used to
communicate with them. Peyote's chemistry causes the physical brain
to change state, to shut off its systems for processing signals
from the physical world and to shift itself to a condition allowing
communication with the Spirits. Perhaps other naturally occurring
substances in plants from other parts of the world do similar
things but WE are experienced with GrandFather Peyote. These plants
with these special chemistries were left intentionally by God for
the very purpose of communication with God or the Spirits...
perhaps from here on, when talking with you, Anastasia, I'll just
refer to them as Angels... and receiving their wise consul and
sometimes just their Love and comfort. We are NOT alone, you don't
have to feel abandoned when you have pressing problems or grief."

Yvonne observed Anastasia taking this in. She appeared impressed
saying, "Gosh, you almost sound like a Scientist! AND a Priest! At
the same time! But just what IS peyote? You said something about a
plant?"

Mr. Crow-Coyote smiled and gestured to Anastasia saying, "Come with
me. Let me show you this..." He turned and led Anastasia with
Yvonne following to his van.

Robert opened the van and brought out a wooden box. He opened the
box and let Anastasia and Yvonne see.

"These are peyote buttons. At the proper time and in the proper
way, they are simply eaten. That's all. They are mild actually. Not
like crack or heroin. Crack and heroin are degenerate forms of a
substance put here by God. They have been chemically altered and
strengthened by man who doesn't know what he's doing. They are very
dangerous and have no business in anybody's body no matter what is
going on. We use GrandFather Peyote because we know Him. These
buttons come from a type of small cactus that grows in the far
South-west United States and through out Mexico."

Anastasia looked but dared not touch the fuzzy looking fellows in
that box. She ventured, "So... when the time comes, Yvonne will...
eat these under your strict guidance?"
"Yes! Exactly. At the proper time. Much preparation has to be done
first."

Yvonne spoke up to Anastasia, "It's like a medicine, Mamma."
(Recently, because it appeared to Yvonne that Anastasia liked it,
Yvonne has been addressing Anastasia as "Mamma".) Yvonne continued,
"You would not take a powerful medicine without a Doctor's
prescription, right?"
"Well, yeah. Sure..." Anastasia agreed.
"Well, you wouldn't... I'm not... going to take peyote without his,
well, he IS a Doctor. Robert Crow-Coyote is a Medicine-Man! And I'm
not going to take peyote without his direction."

Anastasia seemed satisfied with that. She left them be and from
there on was merely interested in all their Native American habits
and articles.

Later, Robert Crow-Coyote noted the two skulls on either side of
the doorway to the house. He commented and asked of Yvonne, "Are
those real?"
"Yes," replied Yvonne, "They, uh, are purchased from a source, or,
uh, company that sells bones to Doctors-in-training."
"Get rid of them! They are bad. No telling what kind of nasty
spirits may hang around. Maybe none. Maybe good spirits. But it is
NOT a good idea."
"Yes Sir, Robert, I'll get rid of them." agreed Yvonne.

Later, Yvonne told Anastasia of Robert Crow-Coyote's advice on the
skulls. Agreeable, Anastasia said, "Okay, honey. If Mr. Crow-Coyote
says they're bad, then do away with them. I'm tired of looking at
them myself."

Later that afternoon, discretely, while no one paid attention,
Yvonne took down skulls and poles. Leaving the property of their
house, Yvonne took the skulls out to the wilderness and buried
them... in a distantly separated spot from the bodies.



Later after the tepees were set up, Anastasia, the Sisters and
Yvonne took in the sight with great delight. With the back-ground
of their wooded acreage and the wilderness behind that, and
additionally with the setting sun, it looked like something out of
the old west.



Later that night, Robert Crow-Coyote seemed curious about the upper
stories of their house and Yvonne's turret room in particular.

Robert climbed the long, spiral stair-case up to Yvonne's turret
room with Yvonne following excitedly behind and turning on the
stair-case light. Prescilla and Felicity followed too. Perhaps the
first time in years... maybe ever, they ascended to that foreboding
room that reaches so far into the night sky. Anastasia was not with
them; she was doing her wild dances perhaps even as they climbed to
that room...

In the circular room Robert looked around, closed his eyes and
seemed to be absorbing something. Cool air of night drifted in the
open window.
"Hmmm..." he muttered, "VERY interesting room. You've slept here
all your life?"
"Most of it. Since I was adopted by my Step Father Allen."
"Hmm! Interesting. The window faces the rising sun, the rising
moon, the rising stars... remarkable how well preserved the timbers
are... do you know how old this house is?"
At LEAST well over 100 years... perhaps 200 years. My Father told
me something like 180 years at the time he bought it. My Father
said the Realtor told him the age. My Father told me he could not
guess if the Realtor was 'lying younger', or 'lying older' about
the house. Younger would indicate the house is 'not that old and
worn out', but older would indicate the house is 'of a very grand
old design and everything authentic'."
"If even just over 100 years, this house is in excellent condition
for a structure that old. Tell me, have you had any strange
experiences or dreams in this room? Any strange sights, voices or
anything?"
"Well, none in particular that... wait! Of course! The Angel and
the little funny creatures... Right after my Father died... no...
was lost and only PRESUMED dead... I came up here and cried but the
Angel, I call him simply 'Angel', like it's his name... came to me
and said your Father is only trapped, not dead."
"And what of the other funny little creatures?"
"They made me laugh and forget my sadness. They tickled my ears and
top of my head. They were colorful and cute, and had high pitched
voices. They only chattered, no words I remember."
"Do they come now?"
"Gosh no! Not for years!"
"When did they stop coming?"
"I... don't know... I was just a girl then, no more than eight or
something..."
"Hmm... Typical. I think they are still here, but your brain and
the mind it supports developed to that of an adult with no
provision for communication with Spirits. Some children, especially
those with hard beginnings, have the ability to 'see' Spirits... in
a way. Without the assistance of peyote, ceremony or any other
preparation, their brains are of such a condition and state, that
they CAN receive information that they interpret as sight and sound
from Spirits. The brain develops physically and the mind develops,
as determined by the culture the child grows up in, in a way that
overtakes the entire physical brain. This leaves no room for what
I would call, 'visiting thoughts' which is really, if you want to
get technical, how Spirits communicate with us."

Yvonne found that interesting. She asked, "You mean Spirits get
into our brain?"
"Your own brain is commanded by you, and the 'you' IS the spirit,
you. Without the spirit, your body would become a mindless zombie.
But just as your own brain is directed by your spirit, by YOU that
is, an external Spirit can do likewise... if you LET them. I know
of NO culture, not Native American or any other, that raises
children in a way to preserve that 'visitors' space' that some
people as children have. Our thoughts grab up the entire brain thus
making it impossible for us to receive consul from Spirits without
special methods such as the Peyote Ceremony."

Yvonne pondered over that, fascinated. She asked, "Would it be
possible to raise children to remain... open... to Spirits all the
way to adult-hood?"

Robert replied, "No one has any idea how to do that so far. Not to
mention, some of what I said, especially that about the brain, mind
and its 'visitors' space' is theory. In purely all-Native-American
meetings, I do not even mention all that. But because you have been
brought up and educated the 'White-Man-way' I have to make
certain... adjustments. All I can tell you with certainty, when you
follow the preparations and do the ceremony including eating the
peyote, you will receive an intelligence or a guidance from a
source wiser and more experienced than any earthly person."

Again Yvonne pondered a bit then said, "You say, Angel and the cute
ones are still here?"
"They may come from time to time. But they have found they can not
get through to you any more. I feel there is an intelligence here,
a presence. The design of this house... very well thought out with
art in mind... Perhaps a 'child-spirit' of the one who designed
this house so long ago dwells here. Again, in purely Native
American culture, the Drum-Maker imparts a little of his spirit in
each drum he makes; the Flute-Maker, the Molder And Baker Of
Pottery, the Rug-Weavers, on and on, all these folks leave a small
amount of their spirit, like an off-spring of it, in everything
they make with their hands. It is interesting to note here that
factory-made goods, since such goods are put together by a
mindless, spiritless machine, have no such spirit imparted in them.
Anyway, it IS possible this house has such an off-spring spirit of
its maker or at least perhaps, its designer. Or it could be someone
else entirely..."
"Are you trying to tell me this house is haunted!? You'll give me
the heebee-geebees with THAT talk. My Sisters and Mom already go on
about that AS it is. My Sisters NEVER come up here and Mom,
rarely."

Prescilla and Felicity, listening quietly, nodded their heads in
vigorous agreement.

Robert continued, "The word, 'haunted' the way it is used by most
speakers of English, indicates the existence of evil spirits or
intelligence in a dwelling or place. It could very well be there
are Spirits that reside here, but they are... well, nice ones!"

Yvonne thought of something interesting, then threw it out to
Robert Crow-Coyote for his thoughts. She mentioned, "Also, about
that about the spirit of the maker residing in what he makes, I
have been wanting to buy this mountain bike from an expert Frame
Builder in California. When you order mountain bicycles from him,
he welds and builds a frame exactly to your order, and assembles
parts himself also to your order. That kind of bike costs over
$2000 but they have an excellent ride and handling and last a long
time. You think his spirit would be in one of those?"

Before Robert answered, Prescilla interrupted, "YVONNE! A 2000-
dollar-bicycle!? GOOD HEAVENS!"

Perhaps Robert Crow-Coyote has heard this kind of question before,
mostly from White People. Laughing a bit he replied, "Well, your
Frame-Builder Man sounds like a crafts-man. It sounds like he puts
heart and soul in what he makes. It could be, a bit of his spirit,
an off-spring of what makes him himself, is imparted into each
bicycle he so meticulously makes."

Yvonne felt good upon hearing that about the bicycle AND the house.
All these years she perhaps had been watched over by kind Spirits
or Angels. Not just herself, but the Sisters and Anastasia too.
"After all", Yvonne thought, "with the crazy things Anastasia has
been doing, and we are still okay! SOME thing has kept us glued
together all this time!"
A few days later, Yvonne, under the guidance of Robert Crow-Coyote,
began preparations for the Peyote Ceremony.

Robert counseled in the presence of an extremely curious pair of
Sisters, Ben and an, additionally watchful, Anastasia. It was a
school-day afternoon, late-mid May and too warm. School would soon
be out for summer. Yvonne wore the snow-white sun-dress given her
by Prescilla. And as usual, Prescilla and Felicity resembled
Princesses.

Robert's Wife, Marie Crow-Coyote also attended along with some
"Students" of Robert, learning his way.

Robert suggested to Yvonne, "Although we could jump right in the
tepee tonight and begin the sun-set to sun-up Peyote Ceremony, we
have found over time and experience, that it helps if you go
through some kind of duress, all be it self-imposed. Fasting,
usually two to three days, is a method typically used by
traditional Native American. If a great wilderness is available,
which more and more it is NOT for reservation-bound Native
Americans these days, two to five days completely, and I mean
COMPLETELY alone in the wilderness is good preparation. You must
go, without any companion of any kind, walk at least an entire day
into the wilderness and dwell there. No two-way radios or cellular
telephones allowed. No computers, camcorders, tape-recorders or any
other recording device..."

Anastasia spoke up asking, "But what of some wild beast getting
her...?"
"I did not say to do this right out," began Robert Crow-Coyote, "At
this time I'm making suggestions. Again, if you were entirely
Native American, you would believe that if a bear or large cat eats
you, your spirit joins that of the animal and you live in him. All
things are 'child-spirits' of The Great Father, you know, God. But
we are dealing essentially with a White-Man's culture here. There
are many ways I can teach you to avoid predators..."
"Not to mention," interrupted Yvonne, "There ARE NO predators
around here to speak of. The White Man has taken care of that. Once
in all the years I've been here and hiking back there, I saw a
peaceful bear way back there. I HAVE seen deer, and there are
plenty of Bob-Cats. Bob-Cats may sound scary, but they're harmless
to people. They're just like big, over-grown house-cats and just as
skittish; they run from you! There are also red-foxes, but they too
are harmless unless rabid."

Marie Crow-Coyote spoke up with a suggestion, "May I mention, that
since Anastasia here, obviously, and Yvonne are both accomplished
body-builders, and since it is known that during grueling exercise,
certain chemical changes occur that can effect the brain, perhaps
an entire day of hard, what do you call it?" Marie leaned toward
the Mistress Body Builder, Anastasia, "Blasting?"
"Yes," Anastasia replied eagerly, "Blasting is pounding your
muscles with weights 'till they burn and finally drop off!" she
added with a laugh, then continued, "If you did THAT all day, your
BRAIN would be in PAIN!"
"Yes!" began Marie, "And another thing, fasting is not applicable
for these two, for their worrying about the nutrition of their
muscles would interfere with what we are trying to accomplish,
which is preparing brain and mind to become receptive to the
Spirits."

In a kind form of joking way, Marie Crow-Coyote continued, "I KNOW
these WEIGHT-HEADS! They got to keep that muscle nutrition coming!
Right!?"

Anastasia agreed saying, "Yes, there IS a regimen the body-builder
must keep to, at least some-what. Anyway, I do not see, even for
people who are NOT body-builders, what some cultures think fasting
does for you anyway. What's so good about denying yourself proper
nutrition?"

Robert Crow-Coyote laughed then said, "You people here, are unusual
for most White Americans. I see NO obesity here at all, and all in
excellent shape. Most White Americans... and some Native Americans
as well" he added with a laugh, "... could use fasting! But anyway,
seriously, fasting is just a way to effect the mind in a way that
it becomes receptive to Spiritual input."

Marie Crow-Coyote suggested, "A day, about 12 hours that is, of
heavy blasting, alone. Ben, you should leave your beloved for this
important journey with the Spirits. Being her special Love, the
absence of you will help bring about the conditions we are
seeking."
" okay " Ben said feebly, not liking that idea at all, but
agreeing.

Marie continued, "You don't have to fast, but do the grueling
weight-work until almost dark, then hike far into the wilderness
and spend the night, and the following day, alone. Do not return
until dusk of tomorrow. We will have the tepee ready and do the
Peyote Ceremony. It will go from dusk to dawn. Then you should have
a day, up in your turret room is fine, completely to yourself. The
Spirit of GrandFather Peyote stays with you even after the ceremony
is over. There may be further dreams or visions. Also, during the
night of the ceremony, you will NOT necessarily have visions at
that time, at least not clear ones. And you two, Prescilla and
Felicity, do not interfere with your Native American Sister, and
that goes for you as well, Anastasia!"
"FOR PETE'S SAKE, OKAY!" agreed Anastasia in a "good-naturedly
impatient" manner.
"Okay" chorused the two Sisters, almost like singing, in their high
sweet voices.

"Alright then!" agreed a smiling Robert Crow-Coyote slapping hands
on his knees indicating "done! Agreed!" and getting ready to get
up, "You begin early tomorrow morning with the, what was it,
blasting, and I will prepare as well!"

They all got up from the "meeting" to do their own things;
Anastasia got ready for another night of wild dancing; it was
Thursday, her first of the three "Dance-Nights. Sisters returned to
either books, art or Nintendo and Yvonne back to chores outside.

Yvonne went to change from her nice dress to her rags for the
outside work. For the past year or so, Yvonne has done outside work
while nude. She wished she could do it now. But she had to consider
their guests. Then Marie Crow-Coyote came up to her with Robert
following up...

"Just one more thing I forgot," began Marie, "When you do your
weight-blasting tomorrow and follow it up with a night and day
alone in the wilderness, you might consider... now don't get me
wrong or interpret this as strange or anything... but you might
consider doing the blasting, time alone in the wilderness and the
entire Peyote Ceremony totally without the presence of clothes,
that is, nude..."

Marie may as well had invited the fox at the door of the hen-house,
"Come on, go on in and get the fattest chicken and enjoy!". Yvonne
listened with great delight to Marie as she nervously continued...
"Nudeness has its effect as well. But don't do it if it bothers
you. I know, some of us Native Americans; some would rather be
dipped in boiling oil than go naked. It depends on their individual
tribal heritage and how much of White-Man's Christian conservatism
has rubbed off into them... and other factors of how an individual
was raised. But if you CAN, it may help embellish the effect..."
"That would be no problem." replied Yvonne calmly, holding back her
pleasure.

Being totally nude would be a big help for the weight-blasting.
Yvonne always worked out nude anyway. And it would be nice in the
forest. But no help for now. Yvonne did not want to appear "too
eager" to get naked. So Yvonne still had to do the rest of the
day's work in her ragged clothes.