YVONNE LITTLE-EAGLE-FEATHER, Part 2
by Joe Rathbone
YVONNE LITTLE-EAGLE-FEATHER,   The TOUGH Cinderella

The next day Yvonne awoke, not too early, had breakfast and after
a little while, began her day of "blasting".

Heaving heavy weights in all manner of ways to blast all her
muscles, Yvonne quickly began sweating. Although the weights Yvonne
used would be heavy to most people, this day she worked out with
lighter weights doing higher reps. This was an adjustment to the
fact Yvonne had to keep up exercising all day. Nude of course, the
chilly air of the basement was a blessing because the May day
promised to be warm and humid.

Robert Crow-Coyote and crew left her to it, staying out of the way
and out of sight. Sisters were already at school and Anastasia
slept. She would not stir until 4 p.m. to get ready for Friday's
Dancing. Obviously, Yvonne took the day off from school for this
important event.

As Yvonne blasted away, sweating profusely, later, a gnawing libido
kept pestering her. She could feel her vagina burning and felt the
secretions come forth from it. Mingled with sweat, the moist
deposits on the weight benches were camouflaged. The feeling kept
growing until, during an exercise called "stiff-arm pull-over", the
feeling grew into orgasm.

Laying on the floor on her back with her legs braced under a part
of the weight bench, Yvonne raised some 160 pounds off the floor
above her head, keeping her arms stiff, to over her front then let
it back down. Upon about the 15nth rep of this, the excruciating
feeling of ecstacy radiated from vagina to all points on her body.
When the orgasm climaxed, Yvonne could not stop from emitting,
"OOOHHH!" as the feeling blasted through her. The orgasm departed
leaving Yvonne suddenly sapped of energy. She exhaled a loud
"WHEW!" and let the weight come crashing down on the floor over her
head. It produced a thunderous "WHOMP! CLANG!" when the barbell
struck the floor.

Yvonne could only lay there on the floor a few minutes panting, her
big breast heaving. She wiped sweat off her fore-head with her
fore-arm and continued to rest a minute. She hoped nobody heard all
of that.

"Whew!" Yvonne finally said, "Now looky here, girl!" she said,
addressing her own over-active genital, "You better cut that out!
I'm trying to do something serious here! I don't want some
exercise-related sex-orgy out of this! Now QUIET!"

Yvonne's vagina obeyed her command, but all the way until dusk,
libido still bugged her sometimes. It seemed certain exercises were
more susceptible to this than others.

When Anastasia came down to the basement about 4:30 in the
afternoon and blasted her muscles to get ready for the night's
dancing, her big, robust body of awesome power did not help Yvonne
battle her libido. Yvonne found Anastasia exciting and sexy.
Anastasia's raw power, physical and sexual, stimulated Yvonne. From
time to time, Anastasia glanced at Yvonne with a sultry smile.

Yvonne's muscles bulged from the blasting and she glistened with
sweat. This seemed to excite Anastasia. And Yvonne ached to feel
over Anastasia's physique and... maybe more. It seemed to Yvonne,
Anastasia would not mind accommodating. Yvonne battled gallantly
with that temptation.

Other than her little attentions, sultry smiles and other obvious
signs of interest, Anastasia tried to complete her exercises
quickly and with as little interference to Yvonne as possible.
According to Robert Crow-Coyote's suggestion, Ben stayed away and
Sisters stayed out of sight.

Over an hour after Anastasia left, the day-light threading its way
through the tiny, high-up basement "windows" began to wane. Yvonne
had not turned on basement lights all day. Now it was dark, and
time for the stay in the wilderness. Yvonne secured weight benches,
wiped them off of her sweat, and put away the weights. She prepared
for the wilderness.

Taking a big hunting knife which hung from a leather belt around
her muscular hips along with a canteen filled with a sports-drink,
a walking stick and wearing hiking shoes, Yvonne discretely left,
a back way, unnoticed by Sisters or visitors. Nude except for the
hiking shoes, Yvonne left for the wilderness in back under
darkening skies wildly painted with deep red-oranges, oranges and
yellows of evening. Again, Yvonne had to pass that stand of woods
where... those "things" were buried.



It felt good to Yvonne. No different from other hikes or bike-rides
while nude through the wilderness, she enjoyed the cool, damp
evening air on her bare skin. Yvonne felt sleek and strong... and
was.

But Yvonne hungered. Although she had a good breakfast and
Anastasia brought her sports-drinks and snacks when she did her
pre-dance muscle-blasting, Yvonne decided at this point to throw in
a little modified fasting to increase the effect. The pesky hunger
in her stomach was not going to be easy to deal with. The sports-
drink in the canteen would help a little at least.

Darkness asserted itself very well later. No moon, only stars
guided Yvonne's way. Yvonne knew the trails well. Her biggest
problem was boredom and hunger. But that is the point; the act of
deprivation and all this time to think, alone in the wilderness and
darkness had its effect on the mind.

The day had been warm, and the night felt good on her nude body,
but Yvonne wondered if the temperature might drop to a chilly
level. Later, she would be sleepy, and that often brings on
chilliness.

The calling of owls and whip-or-wills along with the usual chorus
of crickets and frogs kept the night anything but quiet. Being
fairly far into western Massachusetts, there were no human sounds
at all.

So what does one do during a stay in the wilderness? Time seemed to
drag for Yvonne. Yvonne hiked, hiked and hiked, more than ever
before in one outing. Previous hikes were in day-light. Bored,
Yvonne looked forward to the day-light tomorrow. That would be
better. Yvonne also anticipated moon-rise. The moon was in its last
quarter and should be rising, half of it that is, sometime past
mid-night she reminded herself.

And the moon did rise finally, and Yvonne was ready. Having hiked
up a very high hill that had a good view, Yvonne took delight in
the way the moon played upon and reflected, sometimes hidden,
sometimes in full view amongst the ragged, night-time clouds.

Nude Yvonne sat a long time, sometimes cross-legged, sometimes
leaning back on her arms behind her. The grass was wet, but it did
not concern clothes-less Yvonne and in fact, felt good to her.

Yvonne began more contemplative hiking, planning to return to this
hill from time to time. In fact, she decided to make the hill her
"base" during this sojourn in the wilderness.

Libido, sometimes intense, bothered Yvonne. Her vagina ached for
action, screaming at her with pangs of sex-hunger. Being nude, and
with so many new-growth trees around, especially birches with their
smooth-textured bark, spreading her legs and rubbing crotch on a
birch-trunk would be convenient... "And feel HEAVENLY! OOO!" Yvonne
moaned. She grasped and leaned on just such a right-sized birch
tree. It even grew at an angle for some reason, making it even more
convenient. Severely tempted, Yvonne fought it off for two reasons:

"Just as I deny my stomach of food, I must deny my genital of
relief... that is part of the purpose of this; duress through
denial of various hungers... among others."

"Also", Yvonne thought, "With my vagina screaming at me, getting me
all juiced up and nervous, I think of my growling stomach less!"

Later, Yvonne wished sleepiness would come and help her out. But
she burned as she, some 200 pounds of Muscle Woman, stalked through
the woods, swaying hips and flinging long, wavy black hair with her
raised arms. She hoped a man would just by chance be here and see
her, especially Ben. She would surely rape him. Fortunately for
Ben, the "adorable" babe slept warm and fuzzy in his bed, "safe
from this Amazon beast".

Finally, with the half-moon high in the sky, Yvonne did feel
sleepy. Her vagina quieted, and her stomach gave up growling. Right
there in the woods, she sat on wet under-brush, leaning against
some rocks damp with dew and before she knew it, slept.



Yvonne felt exciting surges of pleasure from her crotch as
unconsciously, her fingers were deep in her own vagina, rubbing,
stimulating. Before she knew what she was doing, orgasm blasted
through with Yvonne crying loud, "AWW! OOHHH!". It echoed through
out the forest. As the orgasm subsided, Yvonne woke up fully and
realized what she did.
"DAM! I wasn't supposed to do that! DAMMIT!"

Yvonne rested a bit, relaxed from the orgasm. But now she felt just
a bit chilly. She rubbed the chilliness from her arms with her
hands.
"Well," she said to herself, "time to get up. Day is almost here anyway."

Indeed, the sky took on a deep blue, heralding the coming day-
light. Yvonne hiked brisk or even jogged to generate body-heat for
warmth.

The day-light came on, and Yvonne felt sleepy again. She returned
to and hiked up her "base" hill to seek the warmth of the morning
sun. She planned to sleep more.

At the top of the hill, she stood spread-legged seeking the morning
sun and the cool air on her bare skin. She enjoyed the view. Mists
filled the low areas leaving the higher hills clear. Far away,
checker-board patterns of farmland could be seen. Far above her, a
jet made its way over-head, running from the sun, headed west. Its
engines droned out that turbine-chorus, gradually descending in
pitch as the jet flew past.

Yvonne thought of her Father the Airline Captain... "That jet... On
its take off from Boston International, no doubt. Opposite
direction of Dad... usually... depending on wind direction at the
airport. Perhaps on my trips to Ireland with Dad as the Captain, if
faced with a strong west-wind, the tower would have directed him
west until at altitude... right over this spot..."

Yvonne sat on the dew-covered grass and leaned back, watching the
jet as it gradually disappeared to the west. She identified it as
a Boeing 737 with three engines, a typical jet for domestic travel.
Dad, Allen, flew a trans-Atlantic Boeing 747 wide-body on his route
from Boston to Dublin, Ireland and London, England.

Yvonne then found a relatively "clean", or free-of-dirt spot of
grass on the hill-top. She turned to face the rising sun and laid,
stretched out, on her back. With her arms behind her head, using
her hands as "pillows" and her big legs spread, Yvonne closed her
eyes and let sleep come as the sun rose higher. The sun had the
envious task of warming the front of Yvonne's big, dark and rugged
body, including her bare breasts and vagina.


Almost like someone in bed, Yvonne tossed and turned some in the
grass, finally waking up when the sun was near the zenith; almost
noon. Although such as this might sun-burn some people (like
Prescilla and Felicity), Yvonne's dark skin immediately became
darker, with no burn.

Yvonne woke up with stomach growling and hungry in addition to a
bothersome vagina, sending waves and waves of libido to her head.
"How the hell can I concentrate with all this stuff comin' at me!?"
she complained.

Yvonne stood up, stretched long and luxuriant with legs spread.
With her arms she flung her black hair into the breeze, holding her
arms up for a while. "OOHHH!" she exhaled after the stretch and a
yawn. Her vagina throbbed and stomach hungered. Drinking the
sports-drink helped, but Yvonne noticed it was getting low. "Gotta
stretch it out", she reminded herself.

Yvonne hiked here and there. It WAS enjoyable now. New England Mays
are beautiful with fresh green, soft leaves on the trees and bushes
and many wild flowers. A sweet scent wafted through the air. Yvonne
felt great to be out here, nude. But with that nagging vagina,
every smaller tree, especially the smooth-barked birches, were a
severe temptation.



As the day wore on, Yvonne hiked, slept, hiked and fought hunger
and libido. "For pete's sake I DO wish that girl down there would
leave me alone!" huffed Yvonne, complaining of her own vagina. She
walked fast trying to wear herself down, hoping to rob her genital
of its energy.

Finally Yvonne said, "I know what'll quiet you down! I'll do pull
ups until I drop! Hah! How do you like THAT!?" Yvonne challenged
her genital.

Using a sturdy tree limb, Yvonne began doing vigorous pull-ups. Her
biceps, strong and hard, enjoyed banging out rep after rep of pull-
ups. It did NOT wear her down. Yvonne released the tree limb with
one hand to see if she could pull up with one arm. "Think you're so
tough, eh? Let's see ya do this!..." she challenged her one arm.
Yvonne's aim was to tire herself to the point the sex-hunger would
go away.

But her one arm, with biceps bulging and filling with power, almost
EASILY accomplished the one-arm pull-up, raising Yvonne's 200 lean
pounds. Yvonne went on to do eight reps of one-arm pull-ups,
surprising even herself.

During the seventh and eighth rep, just as her arm gave out, her
genital surged with libido. Yvonne did not understand. The tough
exercise seemed to make it worse. Her nipples hardened and pushed
out while her entire body burned.

Sweating now, her left arm was worn down from the tough exercise.
She said to her right arm, "Okay, YOUR turn! Suck up that energy!".

Yvonne felt potent and full of strength. She desired to climb up on
and rub her crotch on the very tree-limb she used as a pull-up-bar.

She began the one-arm pull-ups with her right arm... and during the
sixth rep it hit her. Orgasm avalanched from her vagina to the rest
of her body with awful force. It super-charged Yvonne into 10 more
easy one-arm pull-ups accompanied with loud huffing and moaning.
The orgasm passed and Yvonne dropped off the tree limb. She quickly
sat, her back against the tree.

"Whew! Dam! There's just no escape it seems!" Yvonne complained. "I
heard it said that if you did vigorous exercise, your sex drive
goes away. Boy! That sure doesn't work for ME! Whew!"

Yvonne panted then calmed, relaxed now. Soon she fell asleep.



Yvonne woke up under darkening skies of very late afternoon melting
into evening. She got up, spread legs and stretched, and flung her
black hair.

"Whew! OOO! Okay! This is IT!" Yvonne proclaimed.

Yvonne's sojourn in the wilderness had been enjoyable in parts and
unfortunately, in Yvonne's reckoning, not too successful in denying
her various hungers especially sex. Yvonne was glad it was over.
She had hiked quite a ways into the wilderness and now had to
return. It would be dark and perhaps late when she returned. And of
course, when she DID return, it would be to the ceremonial tepee,
for that night's Peyote session.

Brilliant red-orange, orange and yellow filled the sky to the west
just after sun-set. "Another example of God's stunning abstract
art! Strange, how someone, at least myself, NEVER grows tired of
it. Everyday it is new and fresh!" Yvonne thought out loud to
herself as she hiked and kept looking west-ward. Once she crested
a particularly high hill. She tarried a while to absorb the
evening's art-work.



Later darkness settled complete. Stars and memory guided Yvonne the
last mile or so back to her house.

With her house in sight now, at least the higher turrets, Yvonne
past... and thought about... that neck of woods to her right...
where two things lay buried, by now hopefully well on the way back
to dirt. Now a few months after that violent night, no news had
appeared on television or radio, not even that big station from
Boston, WBZ-radio. No Police came to their house with any
questions.

Yvonne became ensnared in gruesome thoughts of what those headless
corpses must look like now. Then - "HUHH!!" Yvonne gasped, jumping,
having seen a humanoid form move in the darkness just ahead of her.

But the silhouette DID have a head... it turned out to be Robert
Crow-Coyote! "It's I," he said in his calm, soothing voice, "I'm
sorry I startled you."
"That's quite alright!" Yvonne reassured. "I was... lost in
thought..."
"Good!", Robert answered, "After 24 hours in the wilderness, if
somebody returned and was NOT lost in thought, something would be
amiss! I came out here myself a little ways to meditate a while to
prepare for tonight. Are you ready?"
"As ready as ever. Let's do it!"
"Great! Everything has been prepared. Let's go."

As they walked the final couple thousand feet back to Yvonne's
property, suddenly Yvonne remembered - "Huhh!" she gasped, "I'm...
I'm... I have no clothes... I gotta put something..."
"NO!" insisted Robert Crow-Coyote, "Too distracting to put clothes
on now, and clothes are not necessary. The Spirits... Angels that
is... see through them anyway, so what's the difference?"
"Well I... I'll be in front of you all night..."
"Do NOT worry. I have conducted many ceremonies with nude people.
If it does not bother or worry someone, without clothes is really
the BEST way to do the ceremony. Since it does not seem to bother
you, it doesn't bother me. My Wife Marie will be in the tepee as
well. Do not give it any more thought. Everything is ready and you
are in a good state of preparedness and that's including your lack
of man-made coverings!"
"Well..." Yvonne replied nervously, "Okay..."

The two continued to walk in the darkness approaching now, the very
back of Yvonne's property and the barbed-wire fence. The peyote
tepee sat in the extreme far corner of the property, separated by
some distance, tree and bush from the other two tepees. The other
two were near the house. Robert and Yvonne deftly crawled through
the barbed-wire and approached the tepee, now softly aglow with
amber-orange hues from a small fire inside. Over-head, many stars
shimmered. This along with the chorus of crickets and frogs and
that rustic sight of the amber-glowing tepee just ahead produced a
mystical, primeval atmosphere; an excellent final touch to Yvonne's
state of mind.

In the darkness, Yvonne felt okay about her nudity, but when she
entered the ceremonial tepee, she felt bashful with Marie Crow-
Coyote already seated, smiling a greeting to Yvonne. At least
however, the tepee was softly lit with the amber-orange of a low
fire in the middle of the floor.
Yvonne took her place on the floor of the tepee upon some blankets.
Robert Crow-Coyote took his place. Yvonne unconsciously began to
pull another blanket next to her slowly across her front when
Marie, smiling, reassured, "That is NOT necessary. You appear hot
with sweat on your brow..."
Yvonne nodded "yes", She was just a little too warm inside the
confines of the tepee. Marie continued, "Use the blanket later,
ONLY if you feel cold."

Yvonne let go of the blanket. It did feel better nude. She had been
exercising and the tepee was too warm for exercise plus clothes.



The "ceremony" or procedure consisted of much mind-effect-
activities such as meditation and prayer. Quiet and peace
prevailed. A chorus of crickets and frogs outside plus the remote
location in the country contributed to the atmosphere. Already,
even without peyote, Yvonne felt different somehow. She felt peace
overtaking her. Worries and concerns melted away.

Sometime later, Yvonne herself did not know how much later, Robert
Crow-Coyote handed Yvonne some buttons of peyote and instructed her
to eat, then lay down. Yvonne laid, a little hesitant at first due
to shyness about her nudity, on her back. The feeling of peace
grew, and she forgot her nudity or anything else. Yvonne began to
loose realization of what was going on. At one point, Yvonne felt
Marie Crow-Coyote help her up and let Yvonne drink some kind of
tea... Yvonne could taste peyote... and other flavors. The aroma...
strong... reminded Yvonne of an autumn forest... no... yes... and
a field of New England daisies... new-mown hey...

Yvonne, completely wrapped in peace, worried not of anything. She
did not know what was happening. She felt out of control and
adrift. Normally, this would scare her but she felt so good and
completely at peace. The voice of Robert Crow-Coyote echoed across
dimensions joining the voice of some Angel, perhaps the same that
came to her so long ago, saying "Peace, Child, your journey is
beginning..."
Yvonne awoke, laying on her back.

"Funny, nothing happened... just some funny feelings and... what's
that?" Yvonne thought to herself.

As she cleared her eyes of sleepiness, she sat up a bit. The erie
yet enchanting sound of uillean-pipes swirled through the air,
echoing off the walls of the great chamber... a hall or sort of
like a rotunda of a capital-building...

Yvonne was not on the floor but on a plush couch of some sort. She
raised herself and assumed a normal seating position. She looked
for the source of the music... she looked around generally
speaking! Where was she?

Way off in the corner of this great hall, in a far corner standing,
was none other than Yvonne's beloved, adorable Ben! Blond hair,
blue eyes and all was there, and HE was the one playing the
uillean-pipes! Ben shyly peeked up at Yvonne... he was playing for
her! And he played well...

Yvonne wished to grab her adorable Ben in her arms and squeeze
hard. But before she molests Ben, she had to look around some
more...

Yvonne sat in a very large and spacious hall. The ceiling must have
been fifty feet up and vaulted... and circular. Indeed it WAS
designed after a rotunda. Celtic art-work or what Yvonne figured
was Celtic art-work adorned ceiling and walls. The windows were not
colored but stippled, with interesting patterns. Some parts of the
patterns contained clear glass. It was night with millions of
bright stars shining through those windows. The stars and a few
flambeaus provided the soft, diffused lighting. There was a balcony
and walk-way at about 25 feet up. Ornate doors were located at
regular intervals along the elevated walk-way. The hard floor, made
up of seamless tiles of arabesque design, shined, mirroring the
stippled windows and stars, and the walls with their art-work.

The spacious hall was "acoustically alive", an Audio Engineer's way
of saying there was a lot of echo. This provided a great effect for
the enchanting sound of Ben's uillean-pipe-solo.

Finally Yvonne stood up from the couch. She walked around, light
and lively, feeling the cool, hard shiny floor on her feet and the
cool air next to her nude body. She twirled sometimes which flung
her long black hair out in a graceful swirl. She looked around and
looked around, but her eyes at last returned to adorable Ben,
absorbed in his uillean-pipes.
"I'm gonna absorb him in ME!" Yvonne thought, as her genital ached
to be rubbed on his side and eventually, penetrated by him. She
began to approach Ben with sultry eyes and lips, like a tiger
stalking. Her hips swayed as she walked slowly towards him. Her
posture, erect, her ample breast, out. With one arm on her hip, the
other arm held out a beckoning finger to Ben, "Come here! Put those
down and play me!"

Yvonne placed her hand on her own breast, caressing its nipple
suggesting to Ben he place his lips over it as he now had his lips
to the uillean pipes. Yvonne felt her nipples harden and her
genital burn. Her vagina began to secrete sex-juice for action when
Ben stopped playing and softly said, "We have company..." then
quickly resumed playing.

Yvonne burned too hot to absorb right away what Ben said. But as it
finally cleared her libidinous mind, she indeed heard the sound
"click-clack-click-clack" of what she thought were a woman's high-
heels issue from behind her.

Quickly, with great effort, Yvonne attempted a shut down of her now
revving sex-machine. She could stop her voluntary actions but some
of those automatic actions continued. Her genital very moist now,
Yvonne's nipples were hard and protruding quite a ways!

While still facing Ben, Yvonne exhaled "Whew!" in an attempt to
calm down. She turned around and...
"Oh...
               OH!!!...
B... BEN!..."
Yvonne whirled to face Ben then looked back toward that... sight...
Like a reflex, Yvonne vainly attempted to cover her nude self with
her hands. Both hands came up to her breasts and covered... not
much! Her hands successfully covered nipples and areolas but
nothing else really. In full nudity, Yvonne found herself face to
face with a personality of exceptional... and Angelic...
resplendence! She did not know what else to do... Yvonne finally
fell to her knees and tried to do what she never did before to
anyone... bow! A most respectful bow with clasped hands in front
and fore-head almost touching the floor; what might be called a
"modified" Chinese court-bow.

Standing in front of her was a Lady of great loveliness, dressed in
robes beautiful. But that was not all. The Lady, and she clearly
was female despite the unusual form, was something like a horse,
but not big and clumsy as one might think. She was as tall as
Yvonne. With a lovely wave of mane in her face, she was like any
Lady with long bangs. From the fore-head of this personality of
equine characteristics, a spiraled, singular horn, lustrous with
golden iridescence, came forth. The "click-clack" Yvonne heard and
thought were high-heels were her hooves. Her eyes were blue and had
long, lovely eye-lashes. Her mane was blond which looked nice
against the lovely almond of the rest of her face.

Despite her horse-like main features, this Lady was clearly
feminine and graciously so. She smiled sweetly at Yvonne and said
in a voice dulcet, "Get up, my Child; NO need for this! Come on..."

"A UNICORN!" Thought Yvonne, as this "Unicorn-Angel" gently held
Yvonne's quivering hands and beckoned her to stand.

Yvonne stood but dared not look into this Unicorn-Angel's face. The
Unicorn-Angel gently nudged Yvonne's chin, beckoning her to look
up. Unicorn-Angel's hands were NOT fore-hooves but dainty hands
with skin soft and fair.

While Ben continued to enchant the atmosphere with his pipes,
Yvonne looked straight into Unicorn-Angel's face, meeting kind eyes
which filled Yvonne with peace. Yvonne relaxed, and no longer felt
shame of her nudity in front of this... who surely is... some kind
of Angel.

"Yvonne" spoke the Unicorn-Angel, slowly pronouncing the name with
loving enthusiasm. She continued, "Yvonne... Archer! Brave Warrior!
I'm so glad at LAST we have this opportunity to meet. You may
address me as 'Unicorn'..."

Yvonne attempted a reply but only emitted a gravely sound from her
voice. Yvonne cleared her throat but Unicorn continued...
"Yvonne! For so long you have fought and persevered bravely! But it
is PAST time you become rejoined to your mentor and leader! Your
Father, who so graciously volunteered to be your Father, MUST be
released!"

Yvonne swallowed hard then finally echoed, "Released?"

Unicorn replied, "By a freak accident of nature, both in your
physical three dimensions of earthly life and in THIS world, with
its multiplicity of high-level dimensions, your Father, both
physical body and Spirit, has become trapped in antialisical
suspension! It will take the effort only a corporal body can do to
release him. Once you do what must be done, we can do the rest on
this side. Then your Father will be returned to you!"

Thrilled, Yvonne struggled to quiver out in a coherent manner, "OH!
That's... that's so WONDERFUL! But HOW?"
"It will probably require that you destroy something, some physical
object that also possesses a rudimentary 'child-spirit' of its
maker. It is a pity, actually. Whoever made this object must have
put his heart into it. And now, it must be destroyed because it has
entrapped your Father's body and Spirit. The problem now is, how to
find this object, and what must be done to destroy it."

"You mean, I have to find this thing, and... and... break it? How
will I EVER find it!?"
"Do not worry, Child. We have a way. Up there, in the Library Of
Records and Earthly events and locations, there WILL be a
reference... let's go!"

Unicorn held Yvonne's hand gently, and indicated to leap, softly,
as if taking into the thin air! Yvonne had no idea how to do this
but, with Unicorn holding her hand, Yvonne followed Unicorn over a
footless stair-case of air, floating through the spacious hall, to
that second-story balcony and walk-way. Yvonne felt thrilled to fly
in that manner.

The two wafted over the railing, and onto the hard shiny floor of
the walk-way. From there they proceeded to a door with lovely
carvings. Somehow the door opened for Unicorn without her or
anybody even touching it.

Yvonne found herself in a great room filled with aisles and aisles,
all of them very long, of books. Yvonne leaned against a reading
stand. Unicorn said in her gentle voice, "Wait here while I go find
the proper reference."

Unicorn disappeared in a library-"jungle" of hundreds of long
aisles, thousands of books each. This left Yvonne to look around
the library with its pretty adornments. Even the reading-stand
Yvonne leaned on was notable. Made of beautifully hand-crafted oak,
the stand was decorated with gold and silver trim. Candles lit the
area and stars shined through the windows.

Suddenly, Yvonne realized Ben was there too, across the room on the
other-side of the doorway. She did not know how he came, whether or
not he "flew" like Unicorn and herself did, or if he found stairs
somewhere. She did not know WHEN he came in either. All Yvonne
knew, Ben was adorable, cute, and vulnerable to Yvonne's sexual
attack.

Unicorn gone for quite a while, Yvonne's libido had time to build
as she adored Ben, so cute, playing his uillean-pipes. Yvonne could
not stand it. Her nipples raised and hard, her genital burned and
moistened. Steaming with a wry smile for Ben, she approached with
hips swaying.

Ben peeked shyly at her as Yvonne stepped final steps up to Ben.
Yvonne gently held Ben's hand which in part, held the pipes. He
ceased playing and laid the uillean-pipes down on a counter behind
him. Her body steaming, Yvonne's genital filled with moisture to
the point it began to trickle down Yvonne's inner-thighs. She
grabbed Ben, white robes and all and devoured him in her strong,
brown arms.

Yvonne pressed her lips hard against his. She lifted one of her big
muscular legs to straddle his body. On his side she vigorously
thrust her crotch, rubbing her aching genital on Ben. Her wet
vagina soaked Ben's robes. That is all it took. Yvonne felt a
violent orgasm rising. "This one's gonna blow my head off! OOHHH!
OOHHH!", Yvonne wailed helplessly.

Yvonne held Ben tight as she thrust violently on Ben's side. Yvonne
could not hold back loud screams. Her screams echoed all around the
library and even out the door into the main hall. She feared
Unicorn would surely here this crass display of carnal action. But
she was helpless. The orgasm turned into a double orgasm, one atop
the other. Yvonne fell to the floor taking Ben with her.

So as not to hurt her precious Ben, Yvonne fell while turning so
HER back would hit the floor first, sparing Ben of the shock.
Yvonne's tough, strong body took it with ease. Then she rolled over
atop Ben and continued to thrash away at him with her crotch,
inviting the quickly coming, second orgasm.

"OOOHHH! OHH! OOOHHHH!..." Yvonne screamed and screamed. Her entire
body quaked from the climax. She feared she may squeeze Ben too
hard in her strong arms. Finally, the second orgasm passed, and
Yvonne calmed, panting heavily. She was still over Ben, with her
butt pumping up and down battering Ben's side with her crotch. She
pumped into herself every last shred of residual good-feeling.

In Yvonne's powerful arms, Ben felt so vulnerable to her, and
soft... too soft...
"What's... going on?..." muttered Yvonne.
Yvonne was not atop Ben... She was atop blankets... her legs spread
way out... The blankets were bunched up underneath her so as her
vagina could pound on them, stimulating it. The blankets were
soaked underneath her. She felt funny and began to realize... this
was not the library... this was not the great hall...

Yvonne's butt still heaved a little, gently now, up and down in the
air with her crotch rubbing on the blankets as sure it must have
been much harder, earlier. Her genital felt warm, gratified. Yvonne
felt relieved... But...

As she lay there, her face, covered with her own black hair, was on
an elk-hide floor... somewhat bumpy from the ground underneath. She
could see this with one eye. A dim, soft-amber glow lit the area...
Yvonne woke up further... she stopped her butt's movements...

OH! EMBARRASSMENTS OF EMBARRASSMENTS! In terrible realization,
Yvonne froze, knowing now what she had done. Her head lay on the
elk-hide floor facing inward, toward the glowing embers that was
left over from the small fire. At first she dared not look... but
seeing tasseled runs of her own black hair covering her face, she
peeked, carefully, so as not to be seen looking. She froze,
absolutely still, daring not to shame herself further. Carefully
she found and peeked through the veil of her own hair at Robert
Crow-Coyote...

Robert Crow-Coyote sat cross-legged with eyes closed. His face
appeared relaxed and he seemed to be in complete peace. "Had he not
seen... the show!?" Yvonne thought.

Next Yvonne carefully peaked through the veils of her hair, to
where Marie Crow-Coyote sat, also cross-legged in her buck-skin
dress. She too, like Robert, was in meditation.

Yvonne quit looking and closed her eyes. She remained very still.
She fumed quietly at herself for this shameless show of... what
surely must have been LOUD and VIOLENT masturbations right in front
of this respectable couple! Nothing could be done now. Yvonne just
continued to lay on her stomach, blankets stilled bunched up
beneath her and jammed, soaked, between her spread legs.

Only a few crickets and fewer frogs chorused outside. "It must be
early morning, almost dawn..." thought Yvonne. She did NOT want the
bright light of day, at least, NOT NOW!

After a long wait petrified, Yvonne finally, very quietly, rolled
to her side, rolling outward so she could still watch, through the
veils of her hair, Robert and Marie Crow-Coyote. She at least
wanted the blankets out from under her.

Carefully, Yvonne un-bunched blankets and spread them out. They
were soaking wet in spots. Yvonne managed to get the wettest one
behind her and spread it a bit so hopefully, it would dry before
the couple came out of meditation. With another blanket, Yvonne
covered her nude body up to her neck, and settled, laying on her
back. Her eyes remained wide open for a time. She forced her eyes
shut so she would appear asleep in case Robert or Marie come out of
meditation.

Now, it was time for Yvonne to think. Laying there on her back
under the blanket, she thought about... that dream... or was it a
vision...

She thought about the hall, Ben and his serenade on the uillean-
pipes. And especially she thought of Unicorn...
"WOW! Good heavens! What WAS that all about!?" Yvonne thought as
she lay there staring at the open top of the tepee. The tepee's
open top looked like a gate-way to the stars... many stars could be
seen twinkling through it.

"Unicorn was about to bring out a reference... something... on how
I could release Father! AND MY DAMMED CUNT RUINED EVERYTHING!
HMPH!" Yvonne almost said loudly. That bothered her. She turned
around under the blanket a number of times, unable to sleep.

"DAMMIT! Unicorn was going to tell me! And I had to... just about
RAPE... my helpless Ben! The flurry sped up my heart... and so I
awoke! Dam, dam, DAM, DAM!!! DAM me and that cursed cunt! That
bitch has sabotaged this whole thing, including all the preparation
before! Even though I botched it, the Spirits STILL, in their
kindness, came to me. And I botched it AGAIN! DAM!"

Yvonne sighed, depressed, that she lost her only chance of finding
out how to free her Father. She tossed around under the blanket a
few more times and later, before she knew it, fell asleep.



Yvonne awoke, suddenly realizing she had slept, and open her eyes
quickly. The tepee walls were aglow with morning light. Silhouettes
of the boughs of trees moved with their fluttering leaves upon the
translucent walls of the tepee. The fire extinguished. The opening
atop the tepee showed blue sky. Carefully, discretely, she moved
her head to look... Robert Crow-Coyote and Marie Crow-Coyote both
slept themselves, under blankets.

She had awaken from an "ordinary" sleep... no dreams or visions.
Depressed, Yvonne just stared out the opening of the tepee's top.
She only hoped now that neither Robert or Marie saw her
masturbations. "It seems like they didn't. Could they have been
THAT deep in meditation? Or did I make that much noise? Maybe it
was ALL in the dream until the last part. I HOPE so. If I had
screamed that loud for real as I did in the dream, even Prescilla,
Felicity and Mom would have been awakened, IN the HOUSE! Not to
mention everybody else! OH! How COULD I!? Unicorn turns her back
just a couple minutes and my bitchy cunt ruins everything! Hmph! I
guess I should learn to CONTROL my bitchy cunt..."

Yvonne noticed areas of the blanket that covered her were still
just a little wet. "I hope they don't wake YET! I hope these wet
spots dry!" Yvonne made not a sound and soon, fell back asleep
herself.



Yvonne awoke, gently nudged awake by a smiling Marie Crow-Coyote
with her hand on Yvonne's blanketed shoulder. It was late in the
morning and getting hot, especially in the tepee. Yvonne's brow
sweated. Marie Crow-Coyote pulled the blanket off Yvonne, leaving
Yvonne's sweating body bare, to cool off. But even though hot,
Yvonne would have preferred to leave the blanket in place.

Marie Crow-Coyote commented, smiling, "My goodness! Looks like
you're all bundled up for a frozen Winter's night! You better cool
off!"

Marie Crow-Coyote helped Yvonne sit up. Marie held a cup of
refreshment, saying, "Here, drink this. It's a kind of herbal tea.
It'll help you awake and get over the after-effects of peyote-
sleep."

Yvonne unconsciously began to pull a blanket up in front of
herself. Marie pushed the blanket away, pulled it from Yvonne's
hand, and tossed the blanket across the tepee.
"You DO NOT need covering! My goodness, Child, it's sweltering in
here!"
Yvonne ventured, "Why don't YOU... go bare?"

Marie paused a minute, as she too, having just come in from
outside, began to sweat in her buck-skin dress. "I am too infected
with the Whites' Christian way of thinking... I'm... just not used
to it. I should loosen up! But YOU, born to be free and with your
body which is a splendid example of God's art, not only have no
need of clothing today, but you should be, perhaps, PROHIBITED from
covering up such dazzling natural beauty! Now drink this and stop
worrying!"
Yvonne drank. It was cool and refreshing. Yvonne asked, "Where's
Robert Crow-Coyote? And the others? I gotta get to the house and
put something on!"
"STOP WORRYING about it, I said!" insisted Marie again, "Your
Sisters and Mother seem okay about it, and WE certainly are! The
day is warm! FORGET about clothes... that is unless you have to go
somewhere into that... society! Come on now, we will have
breakfast. Then Robert wishes to consul you about what you may have
seen."

After so much urging from Marie Crow-Coyote that it is okay, Yvonne
finally left the tepee, in the bright day-light, nude. No one was
in that area anyway.

Yvonne felt dirty from the past couple days of no bath. She went
straight into the house and bathed. She was thinking of wearing
something, but, feeling better after a thorough shampoo and bath,
Yvonne took up Marie's suggestion. The warmth of the day made going
nude the only logical way to "dress".

Prescilla saw Yvonne's six-foot-one of athletic body and dark-skin
next to the air and asked, "Are you going to go naked with them
here?"
"They said it's okay."

Prescilla, on the verge of sweating in a sun-dress asked, "Is it
okay if I take this off?"
"Sure, go ahead. They're cool about it."
"Say! Did you see anything interesting during all of that?"
"Yes I did. Very interesting things.", Yvonne replied. "And since
it COULD involve Father, your ACTUAL Father, why don't you and
Felicity join Robert Crow-Coyote and me, as we discuss my, uh...
visions."
"YES! OKAY!" Prescilla agreed, happy that she was invited to
something she assumed was off limits to a non-Native-American.

Yvonne slumped in a living room chair still depressed about how she
"messed up" the vision. While sitting, she over-heard Prescilla
happily chatter to Felicity in their room, "Yvonne says it's okay
if we go nude. You can take that off!"

Then Yvonne heard Felicity ask something that surprised Yvonne...
"Do you think Yvonne will show us how to body build today? With the
weights?"
"Maybe not today, Felicity, she just came out of meditation or what
ever. Ask her tomorrow. She seems to love us. She'll do it!"

Yvonne giggled to herself, delighted to hear that. "Huh! So they
wish to begin body building, eh? They've got the potential. I'll be
glad to coach them. But..." Yvonne sighed, still weighed down by
disgust with herself, "I wish I could quiet my own mind. Dam those
masturbations right in front of the Crow-Coyotes. What a fool am
I!"

After a while, Yvonne rose from the chair and went outside to walk
around out back and even past the property back there a piece. The
outdoors always soothed her mind when troubled.

It was Sunday of course, but Anastasia and the Sisters did not go
to Church this once, in regard to Yvonne's Peyote Ceremony and
procedures. To Yvonne, Robert Crow-Coyote and crew, that IS church.
Anastasia and Yvonne's Sisters merely intended to mostly stay out
of the way and quiet for the sake of Yvonne's Peyote meetings.
Anastasia and Yvonne's Sisters were genuinely concerned all goes
well for Yvonne. Anastasia used it as a great excuse to sleep all
day.

She met Robert Crow-Coyote and Marie Crow-Coyote out there,
returning from an apparent hike they took as well. The couple
appeared serene, at peace. Yvonne felt a little ill at ease about
her nudity. That coupled with her worry that Robert may have heard
or seen the masturbations embarrassed Yvonne.

But Robert Crow-Coyote spoke, "Ah! So YOU are taking a 'think-hike'
too, huh?"
" yes ", Yvonne replied shyly, looking down.
"Oh, let's have none of that!" demanded Marie Crow-Coyote, nudging
Yvonne's chin to get her to look up. "You are well dressed! Wearing
your own lovely hair, the sun-light and the fresh, spring foliage
is perfect for you!"
" okay " replied Yvonne softly.
"When you are ready... after some breakfast," Robert Crow-Coyote
began, "I would like to discuss your visions with you. Certainly
you have some questions..."
"I sure do!" replied Yvonne.
"Great! Come join us in breakfast... well, almost time for lunch
now, and then we'll have a good talk!" Robert suggested, smiling.
"Okay!" replied Yvonne, with more enthusiasm in her voice now.

As the three returned from the walk and were approaching the house,
from behind some bushes, they saw a sight that surprised Yvonne and
made her giggle...

Both of the Sisters were nude as they had been that day ever since
Yvonne told Prescilla it is okay. They looked graceful, sleek and
all light. Their wavy blond hair sparkled in the sun. But that was
not what made Yvonne giggle (it would make a MAN drool), but what
they were up to...

They were struggling gallantly, trying apparently, to start the
lawn-mower. While Felicity stood spread legged ON the mower body
over its engine in an apparent attempt to weigh it down, Prescilla
yanked away again and again on the starting cord. The force of
Prescilla's yanking, and it WAS considerable, sometimes teetered
the mower so that Felicity had to jump to prevent being spilled
over. The two Sisters glowed, really glowed bright, in the sunlight
from their tall, svelte bodies of very light skin and shining
blond, wavy hair.
Giggling, Yvonne said to Robert and Marie, "Never in my LIFE have
I EVER seen that! Are they trying to mow the lawn? It IS in need of
mowing; it's over-due! But they remind me of Laurel and Hardy!"
Yvonne laughed, "Or The Three Stooges... without Moe!"

As Yvonne took delight with the sight, Robert asked, "They have
never helped you mow the lawn? Or other work around the house? You
mentioned something like that in your email to me earlier..."

Still giggling, Yvonne replied, "Well, no! They're too delicate.
And they don't know how. Look! See? They don't know what they're
doing..." Yvonne laughed.
"Perhaps you should not laugh but show them how! It is NOT unusual
for changes in behavior... changes for the better... to follow in
the wake of the appearance or arrival of GrandFather Peyote. His
Spirit is powerful, and all good. He just might be, or maybe a part
of, what Christians call 'The Holy Spirit'! Even though the Ladies
there did not participate in the ceremony directly, GrandFather
Peyote is HERE! NOW! Go show them how to use that device. They wish
to do good for you! Let them! We will have breakfast and then we
will all gather and discuss what's going on!"

Yvonne stopped laughing and thought a few seconds, then said,
"Well... Okay!... Okay! But that mower is a bear, and I fear this
sun ruining their lovely skin..."

Yvonne sped up her pace and approached the two Sisters still
struggling with the crotchety old mower. Robert and Marie followed.

Yvonne thought the Sisters might be shy from their nudity, but not
so, not at all...
When Prescilla saw Yvonne enter the clearing followed by the Crow-
Coyotes, Prescilla stepped away from the mower to face them. Then
with posture erect, Prescilla's tall, lean body took on a sassy
stance. With hands on hips in a VERY confident way and showing
impatience as well, Prescilla demanded, "How in the DICKENS do you
start this thing!?"

Felicity stood behind Prescilla just as confident, with hands on
hips, impatiently waiting an answer.

Yvonne smiled and said, "Perhaps you better let the lawn go, I'LL
get to it later. What you COULD do is weed the flower garden...
that is if you really want to do those things... The flowers, some
of which YOU had me plant, are being crowded out. This strong sun
is going to devastate your lovely skin. The flower-garden is mostly
in the shade... and wear a broad-brim hat..."
"I'M going to weed the flowers!" began Felicity, "Prescilla's going
to mow. I was just trying to help her start it."
"Gosh, Prescilla, that mower's awfully heavy..." began Yvonne. But
Prescilla interrupted, "Look, I know I don't have your he-woman
super-muscles, but I'm strong enough!..."

In Prescilla's gesturing, she produced that pose of arms up,
flexing biceps. To Yvonne's surprise, a notable hump of biceps
appeared in Prescilla's arms under that soft, light skin.

Prescilla continued, "... I'm strong enough to do most of the yard.
I'll leave the areas I can't do for you to do later. You'll be able
to do them in just a couple minutes because there will NOT be much
left after I'm done!"
"Well..." began Yvonne, dazzled and surprised, "Okay! Just let me
put some sun-block on you and get a straw hat for you..."
"Felicity already helped me put the sun-block on my back and else-
where and I did for her as well. I DID forget the hat, but I'll get
one before I get started. All I need to know, is how to START
this!"
"Okay!" replied Yvonne, finally convinced now that the Sisters
meant it. They were really doing these things on their own. Nobody
made them, certainly not Mom Anastasia. She slept away, as usual,
through most of the day.

Yvonne, joking, said, "Here, let me! What you forgot to do,
Prescilla, other than opening this gas-valve here... it needs gas
to run, but anyway... what you forgot is to CURL your LIPS! Like
THIS..."

Yvonne bowed over to open the gas valve and close the choke a
little. Then she said to the mower, "Alright you sorry dang
ratchet, bratchet piece 'o s--t! You better start or I'm throin'
your sorry a-- on the trash heap!"

With three or four powerful yanks on the cord from Yvonne's
muscles, the mower sputtered and coughed to life.

"OKAY!" Yvonne shouted over the engine-noise, "THERE YOU GO! TAKE
IT EASY! IT'S HOT OUT HERE!"

Prescilla nodded her head impatiently then, with a forceful push,
she moved the mower along with out too much effort at all! But
Prescilla stopped at the picnic table a second and took two small
amounts of tissue-paper and stuffed them in her ears; ear
protection. Then, mowing a swath to the shed, Prescilla brought out
a straw hat and wore it. She also put on work-shoes to protect her
feet. And then, while nude, she mowed the lawn!

Felicity donned a hat and shoes as well and gloves then proceeded
to the flower garden without further discussion or delay... and got
down to it, dirt and all!

Yvonne stood there a minute, hands on hips, shaking her head in
disbelief. "Tch, tch, tch! Boy! I have NEVER seen the like..."

Smiling, almost laughing from Yvonne's expressions of disbelief,
Marie Crow-Coyote put her hand on Yvonne's strong back and said,
"Come on, lets have breakfast. They'll do just fine!"
"And then," Robert Crow-Coyote said, smiling, "We have MUCH to talk
about!"
Yvonne had to think about what she just witnessed. "Perhaps what I
over-looked is just my Sisters are growing up and getting big...
and strong. They have Anastasia's Amazon genes, so they probably
have good potential! And they are just maturing and becoming more
responsible. And as of late, their attitude towards me has improved
significantly. But still, strange... could it be... GrandFather
Peyote! Or The Holy Spirit alias GrandFather Peyote!..." Such were
Yvonne's thoughts as she ate breakfast.




After breakfast and lunch combo (since it was noon anyway), and
some casual talk, Robert Crow-Coyote and Marie led Yvonne into
discussing what she saw in the dreams or visions. They sat in the
living room of Yvonne's house.

Yvonne sat in a living room chair in a manner most demure. With her
legs tight together, she brushed her hair with her hands
positioning it over her front, over her breasts. Her nipples and an
area around them peeked through however. Then she laid hands,
clasped, in her lap, obscuring her bare crotch.

Seeing this ill-at-ease position, Marie Crow-Coyote begged Yvonne,
"Relax! My goodness, so tight you are!"

But thinking of what happened last night still pestered Yvonne. She
finally relaxed a little as she began speaking of what she saw.
Yvonne told of the great hall, library, Ben in robes playing
uillean pipes, Celtic art and particularly, Unicorn...

"Generally speaking", Yvonne concluded, "I would describe the
entire vision as... definitely Celtic in nature. Gosh! Celtic
designs all around, uillean pipes, Ben in robes making him
resemble... Chaucer... or somebody like that, and everything... It
was as if I was back in time over a thousand years in an ancient
Ireland or the like."
"Hmm," muttered Robert as he continued to listen.
"Unicorn was about to tell me how to free my Father when... uh...
I, um, woke up..."
"Did the Unicorn indicate what your Father is trapped IN?" Robert
asked.
"That's just IT! Unicorn was about to look that up. She went to the
library... and..." Yvonne swallowed hard, "...and I... woke up!"
"So your quietness all day has been because you are troubled...
worried that you have missed the chance to receive the information
you needed. If there IS something important the Spirits want you to
know, I can assure you, there WILL be more! This is NOT over! It
may be in two more hours, or two more years. But it is not over.
Have patience. Sometimes communication from the Spirit world can be
impeded... mostly, to put it colloquially, by our own dense
skulls!"

Yvonne thought about that a minute as she shifted around in the
chair. She drew her feet off the floor and her knees up to herself
and sat "side-ways". This more effectively hid her crotch from them
although she did it without conscious involvement. She re-draped
her hair over her breasts.

Yvonne then asked, "But I don't get it! WHY all the Celtic stuff?
I'm an Indian, NOT Irish. Why did I see all these things like
that?"
"Okay, first what you must realize, Yvonne, is that as Indians or
Native Americans, we are NOT privy to any one set of Spirits than
anybody else. The differences in Native Americans, Whites, Blacks
or anybody is the positioning of a few minor genes in the
chromosomes. All of our souls are of one type. And the Spirits see
through our clothes, thus no need for you to feel ashamed when
nude, Yvonne, and through our physical bodies. They only see our
spirits. And when they communicate to us, they do so, directly,
Spirit to our spirit."

Yvonne listened intently to Robert's explanation, oblivious to the
noisy lawn-mower outside as Prescilla, sweating, pushed it close to
the window as she mowed parts of the lawn there. Robert Crow-Coyote
continued...
"No matter the race, all peoples' brains think in the same system
of thoughts. But in person to person communication, the thought is
converted to audible speech through what ever language they speak,
then it goes through the air to the other person. The other
person's ears pick it up, and again it is converted back down to
mental thoughts. The process is far from 100 percent perfect. Even
when speaking the same language, a person from a different culture
can tell you something and you might interpret it differently. For
example, when a Chinese says 'ghost', he is thinking of a creature
with a white face, green eyes, orange hair and long tongue. But
when he says ghost to one of you raised in United States, you think
of a vaporous form with penetrating, dark, featureless eyes and
possibly no other facial features. Have you ever heard of the
Racial Sub-Conscious or Racial Memories, Yvonne?"
"No..." replied Yvonne as she shifted in the chair again, letting
one foot down to the floor, re-draping hair over breasts and then
replacing her clasped hands in her lap.

Robert Crow-Coyote continued,
"Racial Memories refer to a set of memories stored deep in the sub-
conscious, put there by years and decades of living in one culture
and hearing the same tales, superstitions and cliches. Just the
make-up of the culture installs these memories too. Well THIS is
what effects your dreams or visions. Though your genetics are
Native American, you were raised, first in that orphanage in Boston
with White Care-takers and other White children of a West-European
derived culture. Later, you were adopted by your Father who greatly
improved your life. Then you were exposed to still more West
European culture and all their legends and stories. To reinforce
that, were your few trips as a child, to Ireland with your Father
as Pilot. And now, apparently, your very beloved Boy-Friend is
Irish, with an interest in Celtic culture and who really can play,
thought perhaps not fluently, the uillean pipes."

"So all of that is in my subconscious?" concluded Yvonne, asking,
while she once more brushed her long black hair with her hands so
that it covered her bare breasts. Nipples still parted the hair and
peeked through however, without her knowledge.

"Yes," replied Robert. "When you had your vision, a kind Spirit was
really communicating with you. The information traveled from that
Spirit to yours in a twinkling of an eye. But your spirit,
incumbered by and interfaced to your physical brain, then effected
your thoughts. The information became part of your physical brain's
thoughts during its dreaming process. Then, as it always does, the
brain pulls down those same ol' memories, the racial memories. THAT
supplied the actual sights and sounds you saw."

Yvonne thought about that a bit while re-draping hair in front of
her. It explained much. Then she asked, "Had YOU had the same
communication from the Spirits about a similar matter, what do you
think YOU would see?"
"Because of my Native American way of being raised, and then the
rest of my life to now, I would have seen... Indian things... My
set of racial memories are completely different. I was raised on an
Indian reservation in Montana. And in past years, I have traveled
and visited many other reservations, Native-American 'towns' and
have pretty much remained in my culture... as much as possible."

Yvonne still sat in her chair with her legs tight together, and
hands folded in front of her, unconsciously hiding her bare crotch.

Yvonne stared out the window, then noticed Felicity was using the
edger, to trim close where Prescilla mowed. Felicity, done with the
weeding, now helped speed up completion of the mowing.

Robert Crow-Coyote concluded, "But no matter what the situation
with the racial memories may be, or anything else, I don't think
you have seen the last of it. Not by a long ways."
"You think the Spirits will lead me to my Father?" Yvonne simply
asked.
"Well," started Robert, "If it is their will and if he IS
recoverable, they will help you find him! It appears, possibly, it
IS their will!"

The discussion led on to more mundane matters as well as some tips
from Robert Crow-Coyote on how to keep Yvonne's mind receptive to
communication from Spirits. Yvonne had a lot to think about.




The other Native Americans were away that day, to accomplish some
of the things they had come to Massachusetts for. This left Yvonne
and the Crow-Coyotes alone to discuss and meet.

Later, Yvonne went up the turret stairs to her bed-room to lay
down. She thought and thought about everything and eventually fell
asleep with a balmy breeze along with the sound of mowing coming
through the open window.



A loud crack woke Yvonne up later. It was nothing but that aging
lawn-mower being shut off. Prescilla finished mowing. When the
mower engine is shut off, it winds down and always ends with an ear
piercing "POP!" from gasoline vapors exploding in the exhaust pipe.
"I hope Prescilla covered her ears as she always does when that
happens!" Yvonne muttered to herself, giggling as she got up from
bed.

Yvonne, well rested, went down the turret stairs. She wanted to
find Robert Crow-Coyote for more questions she thought about.

As Yvonne came out the turret-stairs' door-way, she saw Prescilla
and Felicity coming in the back door. As they took off work-shoes
and hats, their only clothing, they glistened with sweat and had
dirt and grass sticking to them, especially their legs. They were
just a little "pinked" from sun exposure. That worried Yvonne. But
they looked strong and capable. Prescilla wiped her brow of sweat
with her forearm allowing Yvonne a glance at some pretty nice
muscles. Indeed, it looked more and more to Yvonne that these two
could be great female body-builders.

Prescilla saw Yvonne looking at them. "All done!" Prescilla sang,
happily, "I did it all and Felicity trimmed everything. You don't
have to do ANY mowing!"
"That is GREAT!", praised Yvonne, "You REALLY helped me a lot! Man!
I wish there was an effective way to thank you!"

Prescilla walked up to Yvonne, one tall woman looking right in the
face of another tall woman, and said, "You have ALREADY thanked us
in advance, by putting up with us and taking care of us all these
years. I am now thanking YOU!"

Felicity joined in saying, "You're a great Sister, but we just
didn't see that until recent months. From now on, we'll take more
work off you."

Felicity smiled sweet while Prescilla pursed lips as in a kiss and
winked at Yvonne. Prescilla then said, "We're going to shower now,
and then, you said you and Robert Crow-Coyote were going to tell us
some things? About Father?"
"Yes! Yes! That's right! They and I have already had an initial
meeting, mostly to explain what I saw. Now that I have had time to
think, and perhaps so have they, we'll tell you what's going on
because, really, it may involve Dad!"

The two Sisters hurried to shower, and Yvonne found Robert and
Marie Crow-Coyote.
The Sisters came out refreshed and... nude. Felicity left herself
at that; nude. She blew-dry and brushed her shining blond hair.
Prescilla did the same plus put on various decorative tassels,
beads and bracelets.

During the meeting, Prescilla and Felicity both sat in the company
of Robert and Marie Crow-Coyote completely at ease. Sitting
comfortably back in their chairs, the Sisters were fine examples of
at-ease-nudity. Legs spread, NOT wide but certainly not tightly
drawn together as Yvonne's were, and their long hair behind their
backs exposing all their breasts, the Sisters showed no shyness.

As Yvonne sat in her demure manner once again, they discussed
various points and aspects of Yvonne's dreams, how to create for
Yvonne, an atmosphere conducive to meditation and keeping her mind
open for Spiritual communication, and other tips and advice.

The meeting went on for quite a while, with the Sisters asking many
questions and making many comments. Robert Crow-Coyote seemed
pleased that Yvonne's Step Sisters were so supportive.

At last, about a quarter after 4 p.m., out shuffled Anastasia. All
heads turned as the Amazon Mistress came out, sleepy but beastly,
with six-foot-two of awesome female physique. Triangles of thin
red, laced cloth over each nipple, and another patch of cloth over
her genital were all that adorned her body of light skin and long
blond hair. And then she saw Yvonne, Prescilla and Felicity all
nude.

Smiling wryly, Anastasia said, "What's going on here, Yvonne? I
thought you said I had to wear something when they are here."

Yvonne replied, "That's before I knew how at ease they were with...
uh... nudists... which is what we are now, basically, even though
nobody has said so." Yvonne paused a second then said, "And one
needs a magnifying-glass to see what YOU have on now, but if you
wish, take it off! No problem!"

Anastasia smiled and assured, "No, no, it's okay. I'll just stay
like this. May I join? For months now I have heard of all this
possibly getting my Allen... uh... assisting Allen's return to us!"

"Sure!" Robert Crow-Coyote replied, smiling. "Here," he said
standing up, "Have my seat!"

But Yvonne and Sisters had stood up, all offering seats to
Anastasia.

Once they settled the "musical chairs" they brought Anastasia to
date with what was going on. Anastasia showed fascination, but
appeared discouraged after the meeting. After all, as interesting
as Yvonne's experience with the peyote was, they were no closer to
finding Allen.

After the meeting, Anastasia beckoned Yvonne down to the basement
with her. Anastasia was about to do the weight lifting, but first
had some questions to ask Yvonne.

Anastasia promptly removed the bare traces of clothes she had on so
she would be nude, as usual, for weight-lifting. As she did so, she
asked, "Do you REALLY think this amounts to anything? Allen has
been gone for over a decade! If trapped somewhere, could he still
be alive?"

As Yvonne loaded heavy weights to the weight-station she was going
to use while working out alongside Anastasia, she replied loudly
over the clanging of iron plates, "Well, YOU heard my account and
their explanation. In my dream, I forget the million-dollar
'webster' the Unicorn used, but Allen is in some kind of suspended
animation somewhere."

"Sounds like some kind of science fiction to me..."
"Well, sometimes truth is stranger than fiction! You know there are
unexplained disappearances of air-planes and ships in the Bermuda
Triangle, house-hauntings have been all but officially documented,
and all kinds of other stuff. Can our missing-Allen-case be any
stranger than those? I WAS contacted by somebody, not of this life,
and they indicated Dad... Allen... could be found! That's all I
know!"

Anastasia stopped clanging her iron-plates around and thought a few
seconds. She said, "I sure hope so. Just that... just that... last
night, when you were in that tepee... You know I came home late
last night. The Chief Of Police had a special appointment at the
Night Club to see me dance. They closed the place at 1 a.m. as
usual then I gave a special, all-nude erotic dance just for him.
They gave me an extra 300 dollars. He wanted me to squirm, wiggle
and carry on and also masturbate while he jacked-off. So he gave me
some huge sum of money both to me and the Night Club Manager to see
me writhe around and masturbate. Then I come home, and during my
night walk, what do I see? The silhouette of YOU, young lady, cast
on the side of that tepee, with your butt just a-FLYING up and down
and 'OHH! OHH! OHH!' and what not coming out in YOUR voice! Not
that I'm complaining but the Chief Of Police could have saved a
buck by coming here for the FREE performance! I hope Robert
appreciates it! I am not quick to judge, and I want you to do what
is good for you, but I thought the Peyote Ceremony was a highly
religious thing, like being baptized or something. What was comin'
down?"

"OH NO!!!" caved in Yvonne's thoughts! "IF I DID ALL THAT!!!...
Robert Crow-Coyote SURELY heard and saw!!!" she thought further,
aghast.

Yvonne groped and snatched in her mind for the words. Finally she
got out, "I... I... During the ceremony... amongst the things you
heard me talk about before... Well the one thing I didn't mention
is during the vision, Ben was there... and... well, I had sex with
him! OH GOSH! If Robert saw and heard all that!... I wonder why he
hasn't said anything!..."

Anastasia interrupted, "Okay, okay, I get the picture. So as part
of the vision, a side-show was your sex with Ben. Okay! Well,
Robert impresses me as a man... and after so many years of dancing
for men and having all kinds of them come up to me, I know men!
Robert impresses me as a highly intelligent, serious man, not given
to frivolity or flippant behavior. As a conductor of such
ceremonies with a thing like peyote, I am sure he has seen worse!
I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you!"

That was comforting to Yvonne some, coming from Step-Mom Anastasia,
but she asked again anyway, perhaps seeking another encouraging
statement, "But he OR Marie said nothing of it! You supposed
they..."
"Saw and heard you?" Anastasia completed Yvonne's question, then
continued, "I don't see how they could NOT! I heard you way out in
the yard, and when I saw your silhouette on the tepee, your butt
was really going! Man! Looked like you were hammering stakes with
your crotch!"
"OOHH MANN!" Yvonne wailed. She asked, "What were THEY doing? You
know, their shadows, while I was... doing that?"
"Well, I had to circle the tepee to the other side to see their
shadows. Seemed like they were just sitting there, like one of
those Hindu guys, you know, cross legged and in meditation. I guess
they just let you rant and rave knowing it was part of the process!
And they have not mentioned it to you because they know it would
embarrass you. That's the kind of folks they are. They're very
nice, very considerate. And they're probably used to things like
that."
"OH MAN! I'm not gonna be able to FACE them anymore!"
"Nah! Don't worry about it! They've seen worse! Now stop yakking
and do your weight-work. It'll calm your nerves."

Having said that, Anastasia laid out on her bench underneath a
barbel loaded up with 280 pounds and blasted her triceps, pecs and
shoulder muscles with twenty-some reps of bench-presses. With Step-
Mom so calm about it, Yvonne followed her example and got to work
with the weights as well. Yvonne did feel better, thanks to her
Step-Mother.



That day wound up peaceful with a beautiful sunset of glowing reds,
oranges and yellows to the west. All four, Anastasia, two
biological Daughters and Step Daughter, in a rare time of total
togetherness, hiked accompanied by Robert and Marie Crow-Coyote.
The silhouetted tepees and trees against the sunset was a beautiful
scene.



The next day, Monday, was one of the last eight days of school
before Summer vacation. Yvonne wore, for school the first time, the
white sun-dress. She had worn it for the Crow-Coyotes before
realizing they did not mind nudity. But now, just on a whim, she
wore it at school. She wore it for BEN actually. Ben was eager to
see her, after the past few days of staying away from Yvonne for
her ceremonies. The snow-white dress on Yvonne's dark skin had its
effect on Ben. He could not take his eyes off her.

It had an effect on the stale old faculty of the school as well.
Apparently the sun-dress showed a few more "vertebra" than they
thought was proper. Yvonne was sent to the Principal's office to
receive a mild admonition not to wear such clothes. Yvonne
responded, "But my old rags showed more skin that this!"

True, all of Yvonne's ragged t-shirts were shredded, and showed
areas of Yvonne's tight tummy and muscular, brown back. A couple t-
shirts had places on them that were extremely thread-bare right
over Yvonne's nipples. Within a short time, those spots would wear
on through and one or more of her nipples would stick out! And most
of the jeans were so tasseled, that one day, Yvonne just cut most
of them short, making them into shorts. Yvonne remembered worrying
that all her big brown legs in view might draw some fire. But some
how it never did. And now the nice dress landed Yvonne in the
Principal's office. It made no sense to Yvonne at all.

To reply to Yvonne's question, the Principal said, "This dress is
too... too... suggestive! It looks like a street hore's dress. It
has no place in school!"

But it did not worry Yvonne. Other than her one question, she just
accepted the admonishment and went back to class. Yvonne just
thought, "Neo-christian fascists! Control-freaks! If SPOCK was here
he would say, 'totally illogical'! It's just like Mom Anastasia
says, they make NO sense. They just do what they like and try to
make it law. ASS HOLES!"

Yvonne would have carried Ben, bound and tied, on the back of her
bicycle, home, if that is what it took. But Ben needed no such
force. He gladly pedaled his own mountain bike, behind Yvonne. He
followed her over hill and through woods, and over many miles of
cow-trails on up to the back-yard barbed-wire fence of Yvonne's
home.

They lifted bikes over the fence, crawled through it, and it was
straight up the turret stairs to Yvonne's bed-room. Yvonne even
beckoned Ben, "Shhh!" as they passed through the halls so that they
would not be noticed by the Crow-Coyotes or the other visitors.
Anastasia slept and the Sisters would come home later on the school
bus.

Despite her feeling ashamed of her actions during the Peyote
Ceremony, she hungered severely for the adorable Ben. And now at
last, she had Ben helpless, in her lair... uh, er, turret bedroom!

Yvonne became a beast with Ben. She pushed him onto her bed. She
removed her dress. With no under-wear, that left her completely
nude. Ben watched, fascinated with that six-foot-one of muscle-lady
about to devour him. She jumped and crawled on top of Ben and began
rubbing her crotch over him before he even removed clothes. Yvonne
grabbed Ben in her strong arms and squeezed, holding him firm while
she flailed him with her crotch. Her steaming lips pressed his. Her
first orgasm blasted through quaking Yvonne and in turn, Ben and
the bed while pushing loud screams out of her.

Back in control for a few seconds, Yvonne grabbed at Ben's pants
and almost tore them in taking them off.
"Cute under-wear!" she commented, smiling wryly as she peeled it
down and off. Ben was hardened up, ready to enter and surrender to
the beast over him. Obviously, Ben found her aggressiveness
sexually stimulating.

Yvonne's genital completely slurped up Ben's and she began furious
pumping and thrusting. She rocked and quaked the bed to the point
its legs pounded the floor and the bed itself move around.

The next orgasm slammed through Yvonne with accompanying screaming
and violent thrusting. She continued right on through to another
and another. In the midst of this sexual orgy, Yvonne herself
thought a couple times, "what's wrong with me? I can't get enough!
I can't stop!..."

Ben gushed his passion into Yvonne a number of times as Yvonne
climaxed again and again. Neither one of them knew how long it went
on. The couple wore themselves out with sex. Later, Ben was
ejaculating but nothing came out. Yvonne pushed through one last
orgasm and finally went limp over, then beside, Ben. For a while
they both pant and sweat. Eventually, they both calmed, cooled, and
Ben fell asleep.

Yvonne felt calm, her vagina filled with warmth and gratification.
Right now, Yvonne could not be happier. She felt relieved, warm,
and Ben lay sleeping in her arms. With a spring breeze caressing
her nude body from the open window, she too fell asleep, with Ben,
in her turret room...
Yvonne awoke with somebody gently nudging, shaking her shoulder.
She rubbed sleepiness from her eyes, then, suddenly remembering she
and Ben are naked, and "who IS this waking me", Yvonne snapped wide
awake. She pushed up and looked toward who it was waking her...

"OH! UNICORN! Man! Am I glad to see..." Yvonne hesitated as she
realized... Ben lay, passed out from sex too ferocious. He and
Yvonne were on the floor. His robes were partially off and badly
disheveled. "Oh!" began Yvonne, feeling embarrassed that she did
such an act in this, so noble a hall and its library, "I'm...
I'm... I'm sorry! I..."
"Shh!" whispered Unicorn, smiling, joking, "You rascal! You wore
him out. Don't wake him, he needs his rest. Shhh!"

Unicorn helped Yvonne up. From somewhere, Unicorn had found pillow
and blanket. She stooped down and gently raised Ben's head and
placed it on the pillow. She replaced his robe and further covered
him with a blanket.

"There now!" Unicorn said, as she stood up. "Too bad you wore him
out. He was playing the pipes SO beautifully!"
"I'm sorry!..." Yvonne began, worried she let her lusts threaten
the situation again.
"Oh no, no, no! I'm just kidding you! He'll awake and play some
more, maybe. But follow me now! I found something for you!"

Nude Yvonne followed beautiful Unicorn in her flowing robes.
Unicorn walked gracefully. Yvonne, dressed only in her own brown
skin and wavy black hair, felt like a wild little forest creature
next to Unicorn and her elegant dress and manner. Unicorn's robes
waved and floated beautifully as she walked.

They crossed the library to the reading stand. On it lay a big book
Unicorn found. Unicorn took a position behind the reading stand
with Yvonne on the other side. Yvonne unconsciously kept draping
her long hair over her breasts. Under candle-light, Unicorn
partially paraphrased, partially read and partially explained...

"Yvonne," began Unicorn, "Your Father is trapped in a type-1,
antialisical suspension, the simplest, and also the commonest type.
This is fortunate because this is the simplest type to be freed
from. The object responsible for the suspension need only be
destroyed. When the object is destroyed, we can then capture the
physical-spiritual combination and effect separation and
naturalization of states, both soul and body. Then your Father will
simply seem to 're-appear' and thus be returned to you. When..."
"What is anti... antal... what was that? What kind of suspension?"
"It is, perhaps, a word for a process that the technology of the
physical world you are a part of does not yet possess. Never mind
the term, I will try to explain what it is, but I must be brief,
our time together is short. Unless you want another delay..."
"No more delays! Please, Unicorn, just tell me how to get Father
back..."
Unicorn smiled and continued, "Very well, Child. A PAINTING holds
your Father's physical-spiritual combination. The painting resides
in the James McClure Museum Of Art, in Royton, Massachusetts. You
must go there, and destroy that painting. Then and only then, can
we begin our process of expanding the physical-spiritual combo that
holds body and soul of your Father. The painting will be easy to
identify. It will have, as its main feature, a painting of your
Father. Since your Father is not famous, there should not be more
than just one. But if you DO see more than one..."

Unicorn's head turned and so did Yvonne's when they both heard a
knocking. The sound seemed to echo all throughout the hall outside.

"OH!" sweltered Unicorn, "I must hurry lest we be interrupted
again! Anyway, if you DO see more than one painting of your Father,
destroy them all. There is no good way to tell, especially in our
limited time..."

They heard the knock again. Yvonne felt awfully sleepy and felt
like she was drifting...

"There is no way to tell which one, so destroy them all. Remember,
that's..."
"HOW did this HAPPEN?" asked Yvonne, now feeling stable again, the
wafting feeling past.

"When the Painter painted your Father, he did such an excellent job
of capturing the physical appearance and even outer-soul of your
Father, that he became vulnerable to a rare combination of
gravitational, electromagnetic and metaphysical fields. To put it
colloquially, 'the moon and planets were just right'. It happens
rarely. Maybe once every 1 million times a painting of great
likeness is done of someone. There is a much rarer, more
complicated form of antialisical suspension, but we have no time to
get in to it here!..."

They heard another knocking echo throughout the hall outside the
library. Yvonne felt the drifting sensation again. She felt really
sleepy. Her strong legs turned to mush and she slowly sank to the
floor.

"One more time!" cried Unicorn as she came around to Yvonne's side
of the reading stand and followed Yvonne down, "Remember! James
McClure Museum Of Art, in Royton, Massachusetts...
James McClure, Royton
     James McClure, Royton
               James McClure, Royton...
                                                                           ..."

As Yvonne struggled to keep the two names in her head, she drifted.
She felt herself groping to wake up the way one might after having
dreamt something astounding, then realizing it WAS just a dream,
one gropes for wakefulness.

Yvonne finally awoke. She shook her head and rubbed her eyes. She
was in her own turret bedroom, on her bed, next to a sleeping Ben.
There was a knocking at her door. Ben began to stir. Outside the
turret window the sky was deep blue. The sun had set and the
evening was melting away to night.

"Oh man!" mumbled Ben, "We fell asleep."

Ben was still pants-less. Yvonne was without one thread. Whoever
was knocking then just let themselves in. The door opened and in
walked Prescilla, tall and bare...
"HUHH!" she gasped, backing out the door, "Oh! I'm SORRY, Yvonne,
I thought no one was here because no one answered and..."
"NO, no, no, that's okay! Come in!"

Ben exclaimed, "Yvonne, my pants!"

He groped for his pants, but Yvonne yanked them further away. She
reached to Ben and began peeling his skimpy, worn t-shirt off as
well... he had better clothes but... it was the "grungy-look". Ben
cried, "Yvonne! What are you doing!?"
"Showing Prescilla a really cute guy! Gimme that!"
Yvonne completed yanking his t-shirt off leaving him nude.

"YOO-HOOEE! That's NICE!" exclaimed Prescilla, hands on hips and
her body in a sensuous s-curve. Felicity clamored in to see also.
Ben, desperate for mercy cried, "YVONNE! What IS this? A male-strip
show or something!?"
"YES!" teased a naughty Yvonne, "Exactly!"

Ben retreated across the bed to the wall as Prescilla glided on
long, shapely legs in just a couple strides to the bed. She sat and
shuffled over to Ben. Turning toward him she placed her hand on his
nicely formed chest. "WHOOEEE!" Prescilla exclaimed, "No WONDER you
take him up here. OH! He's cute, sexy, nice and strong..."
Prescilla shook him feeling his solidarity.

Prescilla boldly asked, "May I FUCK with him? We'll do ALL work
around the house for you!"
"Okay, okay! That's enough!" replied Yvonne as she pulled a
smoldering Prescilla off the bed.

Prescilla shook her head and shimmied her hips exclaiming, "OHH!
Man! He's got ME going!" She shimmied hips again and threw her
blond hair around with her hands.

Unnoticed by either Prescilla OR Yvonne, Felicity had slipped on
the bed and already descended upon Ben. Her hands were all over
him. Ben glued to the corner.

Yvonne finally saw Felicity as she positioned herself over him,
straddling with legs spread.
"Come on! You TOO!" Yvonne said as she dragged Felicity, protesting
"OH come ON!" across the bed.

"Okay you two! What did you come up here for?"

"Whew! I forgot!" huffed Prescilla. "OH! Weight lifting! Yeah! We
want to begin weight lifting, like Mom and you! Can you teach us?
You know, like, coach us?"

"Well!..." Yvonne smiled, "I wondered when the two of you up-start
Amazons were going to take up the body-building art! Fine!"

Yvonne stood straight, displaying a bit, her own great physique.
Big firm bosom out and long, muscular legs spread, Yvonne impressed
the Sister AND Ben, still cowering shyly in the corner on the bed.

Yvonne continued, "You two go to the basement. Do some of that
jumping jack stuff like they do at school phys-ed for warm-ups and
I'll be down shortly and get you started."
"Warm up!? Man! I'm WARMED-UP ALREADY!" exclaimed Prescilla.
"Well, do them anyway, they'll loosen you up for weight lifting!"
Yvonne ordered.

The two giggling Sisters left and down the stairs they went. Ben
and Yvonne were alone again. Ben said as he scooted across the bed,
"Yvonne! That was embarrassing!"

Yvonne whirled around with black hair twirling gracefully with her.
She pulled Ben up and swallowed him into her bosom and strong arms.
Squeezing Ben to where he almost could not breath, Yvonne pressed
her lips to his.
Letting go his lips and loosening her grip on him a little, she
proclaimed, "Ben! You are interested in relations with us Amazons.
That's great, but there is one thing you've got to learn and
accept: We Amazons dare TAKE what we want! Understand!?"
"  yes  " replied Ben softly and shyly.

Yvonne squeezed him again, raised one of her legs and wrapped him
with it. She rubbed her moistening crotch up and down his bare hips
a few times and groaned...
"Ohhh! Ohhh, Ben! You feel so nice! You go down too, and warm up
with my Sisters. I'm gonna start YOU on weight lifting as well.
You're sexy as you are but you need to be as strong as possible to
withstand my way of Loving you for the long term."
"But Yvonne! Those girls... those big women..."
"Here!" commanded Yvonne as she handed Ben his clothes finally,
"Put them on, and go down there. I will follow shortly. I've got a
little something to do, it'll only take a few seconds. Now GO!"

Ben jammed on clothes in front of Yvonne with her hands on hips and
legs spread in a commanding stance. He obediently left, down the
stairs.

Right away, Yvonne turned to her desk and took out pencil and
paper. She jotted down, "James McClure Museum, Royton Mass."

She joined Ben and her Sisters and coached them in their first
weight-lifting session. At that time, Anastasia joined and
corrected what she thought were Yvonne's coaching mistakes. So Ben
and the two Sisters had a veteran and beginning Amazon coach in
weight training.

.....
The next day, Tuesday, Yvonne planned a bicycle trip in secret. On
a detailed map of Massachusetts she searched for Royton. First,
Yvonne thought maybe it was a part of Boston. Possessing an Art
Museum, it must be an important town. But after fruitless
searching, Yvonne finally found it toward the west in
Massachusetts. In fact, it was only 60 miles west of where they
lived. Royton was a tiny dot. "I wonder how a 'Museum Of Art' ended
up there?" Yvonne wondered out loud in her room. The new map lay on
her bed. Yvonne was alone, having convinced Ben to stay home today,
because she had to "take somebody somewhere" in her words.

Yvonne worried if the painting she had to destroy was in a museum,
the museum would surely be heavily guarded. "But maybe not in that
little back-woods town." Yvonne hoped. "Must be just a small, local
museum, for local artists."

In her bicycle-packs Yvonne packed some tools, flash-light, canned
food and opener, and filled the water-bottle with a sports drink.
She placed in easy reach on her bicycle a big hunting knife with a
two-sided, serrated blade of nine inches. She also carried an
actual mace, modeled after authentic ones that knights used. It was
something from Ben O'brien and his collection of Celtic and Irish
curiosities. The mace was of solid cast iron, with a head of
pointed iron studs. It would make an excellent weapon against dogs,
both the canine type and human type.

Yvonne planned this bicycle trip for the deep night. Yvonne did not
use a car; for one, she still had only a learner's license. She
never did up-grade it even though she could now. Yvonne was not too
sanguine about cars. And second, a bicycle is nimble, and easier to
sneak around with. And if caught, a car would be no help,
authorities would catch up with one anyway. And finally, a bicycle
looks innocent. When people see someone on a bicycle, they regard
the bicyclist as innocent, wholesome and healthy. NOBODY thinks of
a bicycle as a get-away vehicle.

Yvonne wore her cut-off ragged jeans and ragged t-shirt for the
ride. She pinned up her long hair and hid it under a base-ball cap.
She rubbed dirt on her arms, legs and face. The effect, under the
limited light of night, was to resemble a man. Her robust physique
coupled with the other steps made that possible. She merely wanted
as little trouble as possible. She intended, with ferocious will,
to free her Father. Though trying as best she can to stay out of
trouble, armed with a big knife and awful mace meant everyone
better stay out of her way!

At mid-night, with everyone else asleep, Yvonne had to sneak past
nude Anastasia, doing her usual mid-night stroll on their acreage.
It was made easier because Anastasia expected Yvonne NOT to join
her due to it being a school-night. Yvonne merely waited until
Anastasia was in the back acreage then she pedaled on down the dirt
drive-way.

On the road, Yvonne's powerful legs were set to cruise. She handled
the physical demands of the trip easily.

The entire trip to Royton was mostly uneventful. Being a Tuesday-
night/Wednesday-morning meant there were no drunks or rowdy types
on the road. The very few cars Yvonne did encounter did not even
slow; perhaps they feared what they thought was a big, strong,
mangy guy on a bicycle in the deep night.

Some dogs, including big ones a couple times, chased after Yvonne.
An awful mace waited, ready to flail dog-flesh, in its holder on
the bicycle handle-bars. But Yvonne's powerful legs defused the
situation. Using her legs of iron-cable-muscles, Yvonne sprinted,
quickly topping over 45 miles per hour. In all cases, the dogs were
left behind in dust, frustrated.

By about 2:40 in the morning, Yvonne pedaled into Royton. Yvonne
came in unnoticed by anyone except a tiny, yapping dog in the yard
of a house just before the town. It was only a collection of farm-
trade stores, a few other stores, quaint New-England houses and
church-buildings. In fact, after Yvonne missed it a number of
times, it turned out a small, weather-beaten sign saying "James
McClure Museum Of Art" stood in front of a one-room, little church
building.

That is, it formally was a church-building. Now, it held paintings,
sculpture and pottery from local artists. Here is where the bicycle
performed excellently for this mission. Yvonne circled to the back
of the museum, away from the soft, amber light of the street lamp.
A car would have been big, noisy, and no where to park. But Yvonne
and bike both disappeared from sight.

In back, in the dark, Yvonne searched for a way to enter. The
building was unguarded, and casually locked. Yvonne was about to
begin selecting tools to pick the lock when she noticed, (and she
almost over-looked it) a window held open by a two-by-four. Right
away, Yvonne took advantage of this bonanza of ease.

Using her razor-sharp hunting knife, Yvonne easily cut the screen
away. Then it was easy for her nimble, athletic body to crawl
through the window without knocking away the two-by-four that held
it open. "So careless," Yvonne thought, "But then, way out here,
they probably have almost no crime. Besides, these paintings are
NOT what you'd call 'famous'!"

Yvonne stood in darkness but with just enough light to see the art.
Indeed, a casual, local Museum for local artists is just what this
place is. Lit only by an amber-hued street-lamp way outside, Yvonne
could not see much detail of the paintings. Some looked like they
were interesting. But, to the business at hand...

Would a painting of her Father be here? Yvonne looked around with
flash-light in hand but not turned on. She did not wish to turn on
a light unless she really had to. There were not that many
paintings in the single room...
"FATHER!" gasped Yvonne! Sure enough, there it was! In an ornate
frame, five feet tall by three and one-half feet wide, was her
Father, Allen, looking fine and fit, and ready to fly that big 747
behind him in the painting. Allen stood, tall and handsome, with
dark-blue United Airlines Uniform and Captain's hat. He gazed
lovingly to... in this case... Yvonne from the painting. He smiled,
and his expression, gentle and kind.

"Wow! THAT is NICE! I'D like to have one!" whispered Yvonne to
herself. No doubt, artists with the talent of Michelangelo come and
go all the time without recognition except for this small gallery.
This little former church building perhaps held undiscovered
artists of note. And this was certainly one!

Yvonne looked carefully outside to make sure no one was there. She
then switched on her flash-light to look at the painting. "OOHH!"
Yvonne gasped. It was as if Allen were right there! She felt his
presence... or did she? "My imagination..." But the life-like
painting held Yvonne for... she did not know how long...

"Little Eagle Feather..." Yvonne heard Father, Allen say...
"Yes?" replied Yvonne...
"IIEEE!" screeched Yvonne, gasping and jumping back. The flash-
light dropped on the hard-wood floor with a loud "clunk" and its
light went out.

Shaken, Yvonne panted several seconds. "Did I REALLY hear that or
was it my imagination!?..." After not daring to look at the
painting for a few moments, Yvonne finally dare a peek... Her
Father waited her action, with a loving look for Yvonne only.

"Okay, okay, Yvonne," Yvonne told herself, "Let's get it together.
No wonder you feel his presence, because, he IS present... in
suspended animation. Unicorn said! Alright, alright... lets... do
it!"

Yvonne unsheathed her sharp hunting knife from its holster. She
looked outside to make sure nobody was around or possibly heard her
scream and drop flash-light. Slowly, she stepped up to this fine
painting that so honored and LITERALLY captured her Father the
Pilot. "I'm sorry, Art-World, I truely regret what I must now do!
But he MUST be freed!"

She held the knife, with its nine inches of shining blade
glistening amber street-lamp-light, in front of her and toward the
painting... her hand trembled.

SLICE! Finally, a wicked slicing cut, diagonally, across the fine
painting. Yvonne stepped back wondering if just maybe her Father
might come falling out right this second. But no, just silence. The
painting, now nearly halved, sagged where it was cut. The painting
was badly wounded and bleeding. Yvonne felt a pang of regret. "It's
for the best!" she told herself.

SLICE! A second time, and a third. The painting was now quartered.

Well, the painting was in its death-throes now, "so may as well
finish it off" thought Yvonne. She sliced all the way around the
frame, actually cutting the painting out. With the four pieces of
painting in her hands, she proceeded to tear up to shreds. Yvonne
ripped and tore and rent.

And that was it. A beautiful, wonderful painting of her Father lay
in over a hundred shreds on the floor. Yvonne paused, looking down
at it, wondering if perhaps the pieces would rise, whirl around and
change into her Father before her. But they just quietly lay there.
"Like a wanton act of cruel vandalism, nothing more" Yvonne
thought.

Finally Yvonne muttered to herself, "I wonder just how thoroughly
I'm supposed to destroy this. Maybe I should resist any possible
attempt to put it back together. I better get out of here..."

Yvonne peeled off her t-shirt, picked up most pieces of the
painting and stuffed them into her t-shirt. She took flash-light
from the floor, re-sheathed knife, and with everything, nimbly
crawled through the window. At this point, her big breasts fanned
the air; without the t-shirt, Yvonne was topless.

Yvonne dumped and stuffed the pieces of painting into her bicycle
bag then put her t-shirt back on. Oops! The stress of having been
stuffed with pieces of painting ripped open a thread-bare spot that
was right over one nipple. After Yvonne settled the t-shirt on her
body, she noticed her left nipple poked through quite a ways.
Nipple, surrounding areola and a little skin around that even,
thrust through the hole. "Oh MAN!" moaned Yvonne, "And it WOULD
have to be the LEFT nipple, the one towards the middle of the road
and closest to cars going the opposite direction. Dammit!"

Yvonne had no time to worry about it now. She secured everything
and began to wheel her bicycle out. From behind bushes, she watched
and listened carefully for anybody. Yvonne wheeled bicycle out to
the street, mounted it, flexed big quad muscles in her legs and
away she sped.

One more time, just after leaving the town, the tiny dog yapped at
her passing. And on she went into the darkness of the wilderness.

Yvonne had to check her own speed. Adrenalin-charged, she tended to
pedal too fast. If she sped too fast, she would wear out before
reaching home. She almost loved it when the same big dogs that
chased her before, chased again on her return home. It gave her a
great excuse to go fast. This time the dogs were even more
frustrated. With what seemed like no effort to Yvonne, she shot up
to 48, even touching 50 miles per hour to escape the dogs. Long
after leaving the dog way behind, she had to wrench herself to a
slower pace.

With her left nipple and part of the breast it sat on sticking out,
the coming of the "blue" in the sky made her nervous. But
fortunately, Yvonne was on her final route home. This road, the one
that passes her house, was as usual, almost totally devoid of cars.
In late May, in Massachusetts, it gets light very early. Yvonne
made it home with great relief, by 5:50 in the morning. It was
already quite light.

Although the nerve-wracking mission was over, Yvonne was not
finished. On the other side of the house away from the tepees,
Yvonne prepared a spot for a small fire. With a good amount of
charcoal starter fluid, Yvonne made a fire and burned the shreds of
painting. Finally, ashes and smoke dissipating in the sky is all
that remained of the painting of her Father.

"By golly! If that thing was holding ANY body's spirit, it sure
isn't now!" Yvonne declared softly to herself. Yvonne trudged up
the stairs to her turret bed-room. She set no less than three
different alarm clocks to make sure she would awake. It was now
6:30. Yvonne had until 7:15 to sleep. Then she had to get up and
make breakfast for Prescilla and Felicity, and get ready herself to
go to school. Yvonne stripped her clothes off. Nude, she fell
heavily into her bed and slept deep, during that precious 45
minutes of sleep-time.



The rest of the day, Yvonne battled drowsiness with gallant
determination. But people around her noticed her dragging. Her
speech slurred, and in one class in school, A Teacher complained
"You resemble a 'Seated Buddha', with calm expression, eyes closed
and basically sitting, just like those carvings in Japan and
China".

Yvonne sleepily kept her ear on the radio for any news regarding
vandalism at a museum. Finally, on Boston's big WBZ Radio, a brief
touch of news said, "In the small town of Royton, vandals broke in
a local museum there and destroyed a painting called 'Master of
747' painted by local Artist Michele McAllister. The painting was
completely destroyed. However, strangely, no other paintings or
art-work were damaged, and nothing stolen. The vandals apparently
entered by way of an open window, left open by mistake. They cut
the screen in the same way they cut out the painting. Citizens of
Royton, especially the local art community, are upset that such a
wanton act of destruction should hit their little town. It was a
big-city-crime in a small-town museum that only houses art of local
artists. Nothing famous or of any great monetary value is kept
there. Citizens know of no one or any reason why someone would want
to destroy only that painting. One citizen said Michele, the Artist
of 'Master Of 747' cried over the loss of what was a work of love
on her part. Police have no leads, clues or suspects."

No other news about it appeared. None appeared on television, and
even WBZ repeated the news on the hour for only half a day. And
nobody around Yvonne even noticed the news. It was just another
report on a crime, and only a small one at that.

But it did bother Yvonne, that her destroying the painting made
another person so sad and upset. "But, it HAD to be done!" Yvonne
reminded herself.

Yesterday was "off" day for the weight lifting, but today, Yvonne
had to coach her Sisters and Ben for their second lesson, that
afternoon. Fortunately, just like the first time, Anastasia joined
and all but took over. Placing her hand gently on Yvonne's back,
She advised Yvonne, "You don't look good, sweetie. Go up to your
room and sleep. I'll cook supper and do dishes."

Yvonne had never seen that before coming from Anastasia, and it
would be the first time in many years that Anastasia cooked supper.
With a warm feeling inside, Yvonne took Anastasia's suggestion and
retired to her turret room. Yvonne looked like one of those dolls
whose eyes close as soon as they are laid down... Yvonne slept
instantly upon her head contacting the pillow.

In darkness, Yvonne awoke. She laid on her side. She felt something
warm behind her, and in bed with her. It was Ben. He gently shook
her shoulder.
"What's up with my Amazon Lady?" Ben asked.

At last Yvonne rolled over and enveloped Ben in her arms. Still
sleepy, she pressed her lips to his.
"Ohhh! That's nice," Ben purred, "But I came up to tell you supper
is ready. Anastasia coached us, burned one supper, and tried again.
She got it this time and its ready!"

"Oh MAN! Am I ever super-tired! Whew!" Yvonne yawned out, sitting
up and stretching. "Do not worry, Ben, I'm just very sleepy. I did
something interesting that I'll tell you about later."



Indeed Yvonne DID tell Ben... AND Robert Crow-Coyote later. She
even made a report out of it, composing the report on the computer
and printing it out...

On Thursday, after a good night's sleep, Yvonne gathered Ben,
Sisters and Robert and Marie Crow-Coyote together in Robert's
tepee. She told of the second vision, and her actions very early
Wednesday morning.

After explaining all, Prescilla was amazed, saying, "You rode your
bicycle all that ways!? And did something so risky! Next time, tell
me! I'll help you. If the Police nab ME, you know, a White girl,
it'll go much better than if they nab YOU, who, to them, is
basically a 'colored person'!"

Smiling, enjoying the intention of Love and care, Yvonne replied,
"Well, don't worry. This was a special, one-shot case. I'll never
do something like that again. It was better if I did it by myself.
Quicker, more efficient. But don't worry, I'll get you to help me
with stuff later!"

Robert Crow-Coyote praised Yvonne's bravery, initiative and
independence. He advised, "You must be patient now... as well as
very attentive! It is not known when your Father will come back.
But when he comes back, who knows under what conditions, and what
time, he will be dependent on you. He will be over 10 years
behind!"

The meeting continued a while longer. Anastasia finally awoke and
joined almost just as they were about to end the meeting. Yvonne
and Sisters brought Anastasia up to date...

Anastasia reacted, saying to Yvonne, "Young Lady! Had I known you
were up to something like that, I would've put you on a LEASH! No
telling WHAT could have happened to you! YVONNE! We are BOTH
Amazons! Next time you have a mission, tell me! We will do it
together! I have experience and strength! Never do something
dangerous again without my accompaniment! Understood!?"
"Yes Ma'am!" barked Yvonne like a Marine responding to her
bellicose Sergeant.



Over the next couple days, Sisters and even a disbelieving
Anastasia were vigilant to any sign of Allen's return. Nothing
happened and even the enthusiastic Sisters found it hard to
continue believing.

Robert and Marie Crow-Coyote had to leave finally. Their business
in Massachusetts and with Yvonne were both done. Next stop, Yakima
in the state of Washington. Native Americans there were having
land-dispute problems with the Whites, especially about apple-
growing land.

Robert advised Yvonne, "Do not give up hope even if your Father
doesn't appear in years. And KEEP ME POSTED, Young Lady! You have
my email address. No matter where in the country I might be, I
check email at least once a week and I WILL get your letters!"

After a flurry of thank-you's from Yvonne... and Sisters and
Anastasia as well... Robert Crow-Coyote and company filed into
their vans and left.



Yvonne felt a longing for Robert Crow-Coyote, Marie and the rest
after they were gone. But Anastasia was a comfort. She became more
attuned to the "Amazon-thing". It seemed like Yvonne was no longer
her "colored" Step-Child, but a young and developing Amazon, lost
and in need of care and nurturing. This became obvious to Yvonne
from all of Anastasia's big and little attentions.

But at the same time, Anastasia herself needed a lot of care and
nurturing. She was still an aimless, masturbating mental mess,
never over Allen and possessing no ambition except to sleep or
masturbate all day.

It was 1 a.m. and Anastasia was outside and fully nude for her
night stroll. Yvonne strolled with her, nude as well. Anastasia
placed her arm around Yvonne and held her close and tight. She had
advice and encouragement for Yvonne, saying, "I don't know about
that peyote stuff. It's been a week and no sign of Allen. Ohh..."
she sighed then continued, "But I'm proud of your big efforts to
get him back. OH! I want SO MUCH to wrap him in my arms and NEVER
let go! If he DID come back, I'm gonna put him in a big, locked,
luxurious room! I'll take care of him, and NEVER let him out to
this mean ol' world again!"
"Golly, Mom," giggled Yvonne, "That's a gilded cage! I don't think
he'd like that!"
"I don't care! He needs my attention and love always. I'll do
everything for..." then Anastasia's voice cracked and she began to
cry.

Yvonne remained silent and let that big Amazon lean on her heavily
while she cried. They stopped walking while Anastasia held Yvonne
tight. Finally Anastasia sniffed and regained some control and
quivered out, "You clamp down on your precious Ben! You hear me!?"
"Yes Ma'am!" Yvonne agreed, laughing.
"Tell him he can just live here."
"Okay Mom! I'll lock him up!" Yvonne giggled out.
"I guess you think I'm just a big, blubbering fool..."
"Nah! You need Allen, just like I do!"

Anastasia held Yvonne in her arms and squeezed tight. So powerful
was the hug, Yvonne thought if Allen were in her place, he could
not breath. But Anastasia hugged another big Amazon who was big and
strong enough to take it.

Anastasia began feeling over Yvonne's strong body. Anastasia's
breathing became heavy. Anastasia's hands squeezed and felt over
Yvonne's big muscle-butt. One hand dove into Yvonne's crotch.

Yvonne wondered, and feared just a little, if Anastasia wanted a
little "lesbian-style" action. Yvonne planned to comply if that is
what the big Mistress Amazon wanted, put Yvonne preferred not. She
attempted to defuse the situation saying, "Look, I know you don't
believe in the Peyote Ceremony. But I SAW AN ANGEL! Plain and
simple! In the form of a Unicorn maybe, but an Angel. And she
simply instructed me how to free Allen, and I complied, to the
letter! That Angel said as well, AFTER I do what I had to do, THEY
had some procedure as well. Mom! Allen WILL return! Maybe not
tomorrow, may not even next year. But he WILL return!"

Perhaps Yvonne should not have said, "a year". Anastasia, with
hands all over Yvonne, huffed, "Oh! I can't wait a year!..."

Anastasia spread legs and, due to her height over Yvonne, her
crotch was at Yvonne's hip-level. Anastasia rubbed her wet crotch
on Yvonne's hip gently. Anastasia quivered and appeared to be
fighting back the urge. But the rubbing increased in vigor until
Anastasia seizured and let out a scream of orgasmic relief.

Anastasia continued to rub her genital on Yvonne's side a while as
she calmed down. Then, apparently realizing what she did, Anastasia
let go of Yvonne, knelt to the ground and cried.

"Just a sorry, worthless excuse for a Mother am I!" Anastasia
sobbed. "Not even any good with my OWN daughters! YOU had to take
care of them all these years. And I mistreat you and abuse you, and
now, just about rape you!" and Anastasia began crying hard.

Yvonne knelt down beside her and comforted Anastasia with, "Look!
Don't cry about OR worry about your little sex with me there! I'm
grown! Though bigger than me, I could have stopped you! And we are
NOT blood related. Not that it makes any difference in this case.
It was hardly more than a quicky-masturbation. You're a big,
strong, powerful Amazon Lady with a powerful, energetic body. This
breeds, as a by-product, heightened sex-drive. I have it too! I'VE
looked YOU up and down many a times! Your body turns me on! And I
have sex with Ben every time he comes and I masturbate at least
three or four times a day! Gosh! Sometimes I wonder what's wrong
with me. But NOTHING'S wrong with me OR YOU! We're both big and
powerful! And YOU need ALLEN, and YOU are going to GET ALLEN BACK!
So THERE!"

Yvonne placed her arm around Anastasia's big, powerful back and
rubbed and scratched. Anastasia ceased crying and she looked with
tear-wet face at Yvonne. With out a word, Anastasia hugged her.

Yvonne stood up and pulling at Anastasia's hands, beckoned her up
too. "Come on, Mistress Amazon! Let's go to bed! I'll scratch your
back some more!"
"Yvonne," Anastasia quivered out, "You're so... SO GIGANTICALLY
WONDERFUL!"

Yvonne urged Anastasia into the house and into Anastasia's bed
room. Yvonne followed and climbed on the bed with Anastasia. Yvonne
said, "This spot," she patted a spot on the double bed, "Is
RESERVED! For ALLEN!" Yvonne nodded "yes" to Anastasia in
confirmation of what she just said herself and, smiling, through
eyes teary as well. Yvonne continued, "But I'LL use it temporarily
so I can rub your back 'till you sleep."

Still sniffling, and moved by Yvonne's tender care, Anastasia
complied. She laid, tummy down, and waited Yvonne's caring touch.
Yvonne scratched and rubbed that tough, broad back with its many
bumps of muscles, until she heard Anastasia snore softly. Quietly,
Yvonne eased off the bed. She covered Anastasia with a blanket,
then went up to her turret bed room. Yvonne prayed hard for Allen's
return and for Anastasia. Then she slept herself.
It was late June, almost July. The weather was too hot. Upper 80's,
humid and muggy made all tasks outside and in, a sweat-trip. But
blessed relief! An early-mid Summer cool front came barreling in
from Canada. The cold air announced its arrival with storms and
high winds. It continued through the night, making excellent
"sleep-weather". In the morning, Yvonne almost shivered. While she
slept without a blanket as she always does in the Summer and nude
as well, the cold front asserted itself during the night and now
cold morning air wafted in her turret-room window. Yvonne pulled a
blanket over herself and slept more.

Later, they, except Anastasia who still slept, all enjoyed a
morning with clear, cobalt blue skies and a refreshing cool breeze
from the north-west. It was wonderful. They breakfasted and later,
lunched outside on their picnic table.



As they spent their morning in that manner, over the parking lot
and buildings of a shopping mall near Concord, Massachusetts, a few
people noticed an ultra-light plane buzzing around high overhead.

This shopping mall was built eight years ago and was well known by
now. On weekends the parking lots are full. But being a Wednesday
morning, the cars covered half the parking-lot, crowding up next to
the stores. The rest of the parking-lot lay vacant. And that
circling ultra-light plane seemed, to more and more people on the
ground, that it was intent on landing there.

The ultra-light circled, dove, went back up, circled and dove some
more. It appeared the pilot was either drunk or confused. And what
of this way-ward pilot?

Let's see!

"What in the dickens is going on!? Where'd THIS come from!? Where's
my field? Man! I'm going bonkers! I better land. I already just
felt funny and woozy there a few minutes... like I passed out and
didn't know it. I hope I'm not having some kind of attack! I'll
land! I'll tell Annie about it, and my big Lady Wife will take care
of me... with a big toll of SEX of course!"

Allen Rathbone banked his ultra-light once more trying to size up
what happened. Everything else was right. All the terrain markers
were correct. But the mall below him sat where the field and his
car should be!

"There! There's a place. Gosh! Those people down there... looking
and pointing! I guess I'm giving them a show! Well, let's give 'em
a BORING show. Just a nice, peaceful, landing. Nothing more!"

Allen handled the ultra-light skillfully in approaching the empty
area of the parking lot. The ultra-light wafted down, wheels
touched, and the ultra-light slowed and stopped. End of show. A big
YAWN for the spectators... except those interested in flying and in
particular, ultra-light planes.

A couple guys came up to Allen as he idled his engine down and shut
it off. One asked, "Trouble? Are you okay?"
"All okay! No trouble with the plane. Just me. I felt woozy up
there and thought I better land. And now I seem to be lost. I could
have SWORN this is the area I took off from. But this mall is here.
Can't find my field."
"Well," the guy laughed, "This WAS a field, eight years ago!"
Allen laughed in agreement. "Yeah, I suppose so! Nah! Something
confused me. I'll just call it quits for today. I'm gonna have to
call home for Annie to come get me."

Allen wheeled the ultra-light off the parking lot and secured it in
the grass next to a lamp-pole. He used a chain-lock similar to that
for bicycles to lock it up to the pole. Then Allen, still pondering
what happened, still looking around, approached the mall itself. He
headed straight for a coin-phone.

Allen dialed home... but a stranger answered. After apologizing for
mis-dialing, he tried again... and again got the same stranger,
some old man whose voice showed growing impatience at the repeated
interruption. "Hmm! That's funny. Why do I keep getting HIM?"

Still unaware of over 10 missing years, Allen had no way of knowing
that Anastasia changed their telephone number many times. Evading
"breathers", an ever-present pest for any Night Club Stripper-
Dancer, made this necessary.

Allen tried everything. He called 411 to get the directory service
to look up his own number. They said the number was unlisted.
Unlisting the number is yet another step Anastasia took to not only
avoid breathers, but to avoid as well, pesky neo-christian
fascists, those control-freaks who would like to see Anastasia's
dancing stopped. He gave the 411 Operator his name, present phone
number and other account numbers all to no avail. Everything had
either been changed or discontinued.

"What in heavens is going on!?" muttered Allen to himself as he
stood at the coin-phone not knowing what to do next. He added,
"What ever it is, 'heaven' has little or nothing to do with it!"

Allen wondered how to get home. "If only I had a bicycle. I could
pedal out the 35 miles in a sneeze. And I can't fly the ultra-light
home. No place to land at home. The fields are strewn with hidden
rocks and cluttered with bushes and small trees. I've been meaning
to purchase that property next to us and clear it just for my
ultra-light. Then I wouldn't have to cart it around behind the car
every time I wanted to fly. But... I haven't done that yet.
Besides, the fuel is low and my car and the can of aviation gas...
along with the field... are all missing! What the HELL is GOING
ON!?"

Allen was beginning to voice his concerns rather loudly, almost
drawing passer-by's attention to the fact Allen was talking to
himself. Noticing this, he shut his mouth, but he continued to
ponder.

Allen tried calling friends, but always got strangers instead. And
the 411 was unable to find them either for what ever reason.

The coin-phone apparently, was useless. He finally quit standing by
it and began to pace, wondering how to get home. 

Allen spied a small bicycle store in the mall. Then he thought to
himself, "Two ways to get home. Blow 50 of my 80 dollars intended
for groceries for the charcoal-grill steak Annie wants me to cook
this evening, for a taxi home... OR... Buy a new bicycle! I've been
intending to buy a new mountain bike. Maybe that store there, being
small, might have some good deals!"

Allen enthusiastically went in the store intending to ride out of
it and on home on a new mountain bike. He came out frustrated
instead. Not realizing it was now the 90's, Allen based his price-
judgements on typical 80's prices.

Back to the coin-phone to call a taxi. And a worse surprise. It
would cost 85 dollars for a taxi to take him all that ways into the
country.

After politely but quickly hanging up, Allen fumed, "No way I'm
going to throw away THAT much money, even if I had it, on a silly
taxi!"

Allen looked toward the bicycle store again. He thought to himself,
"Their prices may be high, but I'm going home on that great
Canondale I saw in there! The guy said he would accept my 80
dollars as down payment... along with seeing that United Airlines
I.D. card identifying me as a high-paid Airlines Captain."

Indeed, Allen came out of the bicycle store riding a new Canondale
mountain bike. They took his down-payment after running a check on
his claimed billing address by computer. The address was still good
and the last-name matched. The clerk also checked Allen's Driver's
license, Pilot license, and United Airlines I.D., all with out
noticing the invalid dates.

The new bicycle had front and rear shock suspension and a pre-
installed electronic speedometer that included altimeter... to keep
track of and record the altitude changes during a ride! Allen was
amazed at all this high-tech stuff. He subscribed to Bicycling
Magazine, but did not recall seeing these kinds of gizmos for
bikes.

Only one thought bothered Allen. "I apparently... passed out... or
something... up there. I wonder if I should now pedal a bike home
and... perhaps I don't know the way. Surely this is SOMEWHERE in or
near Concord. I'll find the route. At any rate, I feel FINE! I
don't know why I would pass out. My last Airline physical was just
a few months ago. Everything checked out fine!"

Allen entered the road looking around... "This IS the route! But
where did all these buildings come from!? Maybe I'm not fit for a
bike ride now! But how else am I to get home? I've no money for a
taxi, the phone doesn't work... Oh! I'll be glad to get to my wild
Amazon Wife. She'll straighten me out. A while in her strong arms,
a few minutes lost in her bosom... ummm!"

Fantasizing over his Wife, Anastasia, brought a warm pang of Love
over Allen, and he pedaled more lively towards home. And even then,
things improved. As Allen made his way into the country, everything
was familiar again. Still... it looked a LITTLE different
somehow... the trees, the bushes... "Oh well! Annie will love this
crap out of me!" Allen reassured himself.



Something like two o-clock in the afternoon, as Allen topped a high
hill, the welcome sight of Allen's big, wood gothic house appeared
in the distance. It was clear, jutting from the hill it sat upon,
into that clear blue sky. Over valley and lower hills, the gothic
structure beckoned him, along with it's sizzling Amazon resident he
knew was inside. Allen lost sight of the house as he, not pedaling,
enjoyed the down-hill run. The house did not appear again until he
crested the next set of hills.

As Allen pedaled up the final hill, his house appeared in sight
again, much closer now. From over the tree-tops along side the
road, the first thing visible was the turrets. Particularly the
highest turret. "Maybe that little imp, Little Eagle Feather, can
see me coming from up there!" Allen puffed to himself happily.

Allen crested that hill of considerable height that leads up to
their drive-way. Allen stopped at the drive-way entrance finally,
huffing after the climb. He rested and cooled as the refreshing
breeze from the northwest caressed him. But then he noticed...
things were a little strange... that bush over there, that small
tree is now... big... never saw that particular flower garden
before... "Now what? You mean my own home is fooling around with
me? I wonder if... those upper floors... if they really ARE haunted
and those spooks are finally getting to me..."

The yard looked neat... neater than he remembered... when he left
it this morning. The gate, different looking than before, was
locked as it sometimes is. Allen did not bother unlocking it, but
simply lifted his bicycle over it and crawled through himself.

Looking around, Allen examined this and that tree and bush,
noticing little differences here and there. He pulled up to the
house...


After their outside picnic lunch, Prescilla and Felicity went
inside to do battle with video-game aliens. Yvonne decided she
would pick up branches strewn about by the storm last night. It was
light work and just something to do outside in this wonderful
weather. "It'll be hot and humid again in a few days. Better enjoy
it while it's here!" she told herself.

Yvonne had not done any work that day. And now, picking up branches
was just a light task. Coupled with that non-stop wind from the
north-west, all three of the young ladies had given up nudity just
a little. Prescilla and Felicity had worn sun-dresses. Now inside
at the video game, those had come off, and the two were nude again.
Still outside, Yvonne wore her cut-off shorts and that ragged t-
shirt with a hole in it where her left nipple is. As Yvonne picked
up branches, her robust bosom filled the t-shirt with nipple,
areola and part of the skin around it boldly jutting out, tasting
cool air.

Yvonne threw an arm-full of branches over the fence. The wooded
acreage next to them would decompose the branches and use them in
growth of more foliage. Yvonne then turned to go back into the yard
to pick up more... then she saw some guy coming down their driveway
on a bicycle.

"Hmm! LOOKS innocent... but even I committed vandalism from a
bicycle... for a good cause, though. Hmm. Better check him out."
Yvonne thought to herself.

She began walking towards the front of their house to intercept the
stranger coming, so happy-go-lucky, down their driveway. Yvonne
forgot her left nipple jutting out.



Allen pulled up to the house and stopped. He dismounted the shining
new canondale and took a breath of fresh air. He couldn't wait for
Annie's comforting arms around him. Then he heard, then saw, a big,
tall, brown-skinned stranger-woman come up from the left of the
house. Allen's eyes opened wide. He thought his Wife was the
biggest, strongest woman in the world but this stranger gave her
stiff competition.

"WOW!" Allen's thoughts roared, "A friend of Annie's? Or, or, a
lawn maintenance person? Maybe that's it! That's why the lawn is so
neat! Man, she planted those flowers in front FAST! But with those
muscles, I don't think there's much this big gal can't do!"

Allen looked her up and down as she approached. Long, wavy,
lustrous black hair shimmered with bluish halos in the sunlight.
Her skin glowed a beautiful reddish brown. And "built!" Allen
thought! Broad shoulders, big, hard breasts "And Wow! One tit
sticks out! I wonder if she knows it!" observed Allen. His eyes
were drawn down to her tummy with "wash-board" abs and wide,
muscle-laced hips holding up a limp, ragged pair of denim shorts.
After only a few inches of denim, big, shapely brown legs of
muscular iron spanned a huge distance to the ground. "Great Gosh a
mighty! She'll straighten out this yard just by standing in it!
WOW!" Allen thought. "I know Annie was going to hire a lawn care
service since I'm gone so much on my routes, but WOW! I had no
idea... I mean, where did she find HER? Maybe she's an old buddy
from way back when to whom she gave the job of lawn maintenance."

The big, rugged woman that Allen thought was Lawn Maintenance
walked up to Allen, and Allen found himself looking up a little.
She smiled, pretty at first, but as she came closer, her face
changed...

As she beheld Allen, her mouth hung agape and eyes opened wide.
Allen wondered about this curious behavior. He thought maybe she is
scared of him, a strange male, just coming in the yard like that.
"But dam!" Allen thought, "She has no cause to fear ME! She could
slap me into orbit if she wanted! I better introduce myself..."

Allen opened his mouth and began, "Hi! Don't worry! I'm Annie's,
uh, Anastasia's, that is, husband! I just came back from..."

The big lady was getting hysterical. Standing funny, stepping back,
forward, and side to side, she stammered, "H... Hold it th...
there! Wait there! I... I... I'll be b... back!"

The big gal whirled with long black hair twirling after her and
zoomed into the house. Allen, surprised, did as she said, waited.
He thought to himself, "Man! What's eating her? I'll just let Annie
handle her, SHE'S big enough."

Yvonne came half stumbling, running into the living room to where
her two Sisters were playing the video game. The Sisters looked up
to their Step Sister who was in a state of agitation like they
never before saw. Their attention riveted, Yvonne stuttered out,
"He's h, here! Quick! Do something! He is HERE!"
"WHO!?" asked Prescilla impatiently.
"D, D, DAD! FATHER! ALLEN is HERE! He DID come back!"
"WHAT!!?" chorused both Sisters.
"B, b, but he doesn't know who we are! He's been gone over ten
years! He still thinks we're little children! H, HURRY! In your
rooms! Wear something! And, and, don't come out 'till told!"

In a scramble, the Sisters quit and saved the game, turned off
television and Nintendo and raced to their room. Right away they
carefully, so as not to be seen, looked out the bed room.
"It IS DADDY!" said Felicity almost too loud. Prescilla pressed her
hand over Felicity's mouth whispering, "Shh! Not YET!"

Yvonne charged into Anastasia's room, almost tearing the door off.
Anastasia woke up with a start. She had been laying, tummy down and
legs spread, over the edge of the bed. Her crotch laid right on the
edge of the mattress. She probably just masturbated not to long ago
and was sleeping again, lightly. Normally, she would awake in two
more hours.

Anastasia raised her head saying in slurred speech, "My GOODNESS
Yvonne, what's with YOU!?"

Yvonne raced to the bed side and knelt, shaking. She tried to
compose herself. "M, Mom! H, H, HE'S BACK! Waiting at the front
door! ALLEN! It's REALLY HIM!"
"HUHH!?" Anastasia gasped, pushing up then assuming a sitting
position, tense. "Are you SURE!?"
"YES! But he doesn't KNOW us! ME I mean... and Prescilla and
Felicity..."
"Are you sure it isn't just somebody else!? Maybe he just TOLD you
he's Allen. That Night Club... those guys'll do anything to get to
me!"

The big Amazon Anastasia got up and shook her head. She used her
hands to brush her long tasseled hair behind her. She began to
stomp out of her room saying, "Watch this, Yvonne, and YOU can
help. I'M gonna RAPE HIM! And rough him up GOOD! THEN he'll know
who he's dealing with and NEVER COME AGAIN!"
"MOM!! NO!!" screamed Yvonne as she hugged Anastasia's lean waist
tugging, her feet dragging, as the powerful Amazon surged forward.

Yvonne let go, then running, got ahead of Anastasia and blocked her
progress. "MOM! If it IS Allen, he shouldn't see you like this.
Look out that window first! PLEASE!"

Finally Anastasia stopped. "Could it BE?" she said aloud.
"YES!" Yvonne insisted, pulling Anastasia with her to the window.

Anastasia looked... Anastasia looked away and at Yvonne with an
expression of aghast and stood there, what seemed like hours to
Yvonne but it was just a second. Anastasia held her face with her
hands, then hands across breast, then back to her face. She whirled
around for another look out the window...
"OH! OOHH! My GOODNESS! HOW... IT... OOHH! MY PRECIOUS ALLEN!"
Anastasia yanked open the window and plowed through tearing the
screen. She charged Allen, tasseled blond hair flying and fully
nude.

Allen heard the ruckus and saw this wild Amazon coming at him full
speed. He backed off a bit thinking he was going to get run over.
He did not recognize her a few seconds. He muttered, "Annie?" as
she continued her charge. She slid to a stop just before him and
scooped him up in her arms.
"OOHH! ALLEN! ALLEN! OOHH!" hysterical, Anastasia laid wet kiss
after wet kiss all over Allen. He was helpless in her powerful arms
but he enjoyed it. He was looking forward to this but not this
intense.

Anastasia grabbed his shoulders and held him at arms' length a
second, smiling tons of love into Allen's face. Allen had no
trouble recognizing his beloved Amazon but SHE looked different to
him too; her face, a little more rugged, body, an inch taller and
more muscular. Allen had only a second before Anastasia swallowed
him up again in her arms and bosom.
"ALLEN! OH! I'M NEVER LETTING YOU GO! NEVER! You are to STAY in my
sight at ALL TIMES! You're not going ANYWHERE!"

Allen had so much arm-pressure on his rib-cage he could not breath.
He struggled out, "Well, good! But why are you like this? You are
acting like I've been gone a hundred years!"

"Well, a tenth of that, anyway" thought Yvonne to herself as she
walked up, through the door-way, to this awesome scene of Love
gratified at last.

Anastasia sobbed loudly holding Allen tight. He placed arms around
her powerful waist and felt her big butt. He was buried in
Anastasia. More wet kisses and another arms'-length-look, and back
into her breasts again.

As Allen was held there, pressed hard against her chest, he labored
against the crushing pressure on his torso to get out, "ANNIE! Why
are you like THIS? I mean, well, I LOVE IT! But I just don't..."
"Shh! There there! You're in your big Mama's arms, Allen, nothing
more to worry about. MMM!" Anastasia cooed at Allen, shushing him.
Her hands caressed his back, her arms held him tight. Her breasts
were so large and firm, they almost hurt Allen. One nipple neared
his mouth just by chance. He resigned to this treatment, closed his
eyes and enjoyed. He gently kissed her breast, near its nipple.

"Mom!" Yvonne said softly, gliding up behind Anastasia. "Remember,"
she whispered into Anastasia's ear, "He's been in suspended
animation. I think he still thinks its early '80s!"

His voice muffled from being pressed into Anastasia's bosom, Allen
asked, "Why did she call you 'Mom'?"

Finally, Anastasia loosened her grip on Allen. She held him loose
in her arms, looking down into his wide open face. Tears came to
her eyes again as she said, "Oh Allen! We've lost so much time! You
just don't know! You have been..."
Anastasia swallowed Allen up in her big arms again, muscles tense
in pulling him hard into her bosom. She loosened once again, and
looked into his face. Now Anastasia realized Allen was really
helpless. He lost much, including so much love-time and missed his
daughters growing up. Anastasia buried him into her breasts again
and sobbed loudly, "My poor Allen..."

"Would somebody please tell me what's going on around here!?"
pleaded a muffled voice from within somewhere in Anastasia's big
breasts and underneath her blond hair. Allen really appeared
"swallowed" by Anastasia's breasts, arms and covered, as if
shielding him from the world, by her blond hair.

Yvonne came up to both of them and placed her hands on both their
backs. Yvonne had to search for uncovered back on Allen. She rubbed
his back and urged them both, "Why don't you two go in the bed room
and... well, Anastasia and I will explain what happened."

"Come on, Allen! Sweetie!" Anastasia quivered, between sobs, "Come
with me! It's okay! I'll take care of you!"

Yvonne practically picked Allen up and carried him into the house.
Yvonne lingered outside and glanced to the window of her Sisters'
room. A pair of humongous blue eyes stared. Yvonne gestured a
"thumb-up" and to continue waiting to them. Then she too entered
the house.

By now, Anastasia had Allen fully cradled in her arms like a baby.
She carried him into their bedroom. She laid Allen down on the bed
next the wall. Anastasia laid down beside him and propped herself
up on her elbow. There she could look at him, kiss him and caress
him. Allen was where she wanted him. Safe, in the house, in their
bed-room, on their bed, between her and the wall. Here, she could
guard Allen, love him and tend to him.

Yvonne gently knocked at the open door and asked, "You... you want
me to leave you alone? Or shall we tell him now..."

"Enter, Yvonne," answered Anastasia, looking back at Yvonne. "Sit
on the bed, here!" Anastasia patted a spot on the bed inviting
Yvonne.

"I'm so crazy right now, I'm gonna need your help explaining!"
Anastasia said softly but emphatically. Yvonne then entered and sat
on the bed where Anastasia indicated.

Allen wanted to continue looking at Anastasia. He was trying to
figure out the changes in her he noticed. But Anastasia urged Allen
to lay tummy down. She covered him partially with a sheet and she
began rubbing and scratching his back. Allen did not know what was
going on, but he enjoyed it. For now, he closed his eyes and
enjoyed Anastasia's torrent of love.

Yvonne softly tip-toed in and gently sat on the bed at the spot
indicated. She enjoyed the touching scene of the big Amazon
Anastasia cooing over and caressing Allen. There, on the bed,
between the wall and the big and strong Anastasia, he appeared cozy
and protected. Anastasia leaned on her elbow, laying on her side
facing Allen. Nothing was going to get pass this nude wall of
feminine muscle and strength.

Several minutes passed with Anastasia caressing Allen, rubbing his
back and repeatedly telling him in a voice loving and dulcet how
she is going to protect him and do everything for him and never let
him out of her sight.

Yvonne basically sat there, alternately enjoying this touching
scene, and thinking about what is going to happen now. "Can he get
his Pilot job back? It's been so long! The airline company has long
written him off as dead and gone."


Two pretty and fair damsels, looking so elegant, showed up at the
door. Yvonne whispered, "Shhh! Not yet!" to her impatient Sisters.



Allen was enjoying this treatment from Yvonne. It was just like
when they first met and a while after... only better! But Allen
began to loose patience too. He ached to know what was happening.

Until now, his eyes had been closed, except for occasional peaks at
his Wife's awesome physique. She was a big wall of sexy flesh,
closing him in. Her blue eyes looked at him lovingly, and her
breasts, with their nipples and areolas, resembled two big,
unblinking eyes as well. He wished to kiss her breasts on their
nipples, but she kept petting him and holding him down. He scanned
her hard tummy, and her crotch with its large vagina. Her vagina
had always been big and course, but it was more so than before. It
fascinated him. Her vagina resembled a large cowrie shell with very
clearly defined lips. Framed by curly blond hair, it was as big as
his hand. He wished to feel it. Allen's penis grew hard under him
from thinking of entering her.

The pressure of his libido merely pushed the back-side of his
curiosity, already standing in line for attention. He enjoyed
Anastasia's "pure" Love, the kind not attached to sex. He had never
felt so much of it from Anastasia. "But WHY!?" he wondered.
Finally, he ventured, in a soft, pleading voice, the kind that
always works when he wants something out of her, "Annie, please?
Could you tell me what is going on? I LOVE it, but why all the
special attention?"

Anastasia looked at him with tremendous love and also, pity. Tears
flooded her eyes as she leaned over him and kissed him some more.
She fully laid on her side and pulled him in once more to her
bosom. Anastasia sobbed again.

"Anastasia," Yvonne began, "You want ME to tell him? You could
just, you know, hold him tenderly while I explain."

Yvonne heard a muffled voice from the other side of that big wall
of flesh that was Anastasia. Allen pleaded, "Please tell me what's
happening. Did my Mom die? Who is that lady? Your friend?"

At last, cooing over him and handling him like he was made of
delicate glass, Anastasia rose to a sitting position. She drew
Allen on her lap in a position facing outward. Her arms wrapped
around his front, holding his back tight against her breasts. Allen
could feel hard nipples scratching his back. Her hot crotch warmed
his butt. Yvonne handed Anastasia a tissue for her to wipe her
tear-streamed face.

In a voice shaky from holding back weeping, Anastasia softly asked
Allen, in his ear, "You see that awesome, powerful, and beautiful
Amazon there?"
Allen looked at the big, dark Yvonne as Anastasia had gestured.
"Yes! I do indeed see her! She IS impressive! Who is she?"

Anastasia's voice cracked as she struggled to get pass sobbing,
"That's... that's your... She is Yvonne Little Eagle Feather, whom
you adopted..."
And Anastasia broke down into renewed, loud crying.

Allen stammered out, "B, but she's a... she's a little girl! This
COULDN'T be her!"

No more explanation would come from Anastasia. She totally
collapsed in uncontrollable crying. Yvonne just handed the entire
box of tissues to her. Anastasia held Allen tight, and even draped
her long blond hair over him as if shielding him with it.

Yvonne got off the bed and sat in a chair instead so she could face
Allen directly while he sat upon Anastasia's lap of Love. She
prepared for a long explanation.

Allen kept eyeing that nipple, areola and some skin around it
showing through the tasseled t-shirt Yvonne wore. He could not
believe what Anastasia told him, that this... this big, tough,
muscular woman that Allen thought was a Lawn-Care person, was the
cute little girl, Yvonne Little Eagle Feather.

As far as Allen knew, he left Little Eagle Feather just this
morning. He had climbed the turret stairs to her bed-room where she
still slept. He had patted her little head... now Allen felt a
sudden ache in his chest and the beginning of tears in his own
eyes. "Could there be a missing period of time?" he thought. During
all this, he thought he heard bits and pieces of "He thinks it's
still the '80s" and "Doesn't know we're grown" and other
indications of something amiss. Not to mention, there was Allen's
OWN strange observations... His woozy feeling while still flying,
the out-of-place or sudden appearance of a shopping mall, the out
of place trees, trees that were small and now big, and other little
indicators.

But all he could do now is lust over the exposed portion of breast
on the rugged woman that Anastasia just said was Yvonne Little
Eagle Feather. Allen blurted out, softly, to Yvonne, "Is that the
latest fashion from Paris?"

"What..." began Yvonne, then she looked down at her own breast
poking out as if seeking fresh air... and attention. She continued,
"Well, uh, YEP! Sure IS!"

She smiled chipper in front of her own urge to cry. She TOO missed,
not some, not a lot, but ALL time with Allen, her Father. "All
those years of doing things together, all the stuff he could have
told me about flying, Irish lore he picked up from his route to
there, and... everything. Now, to him, I'm just a big, sexy woman."


Yvonne realized how it goes normally. A daughter starts out little,
cute and innocent. Over the years, gradually, she turns slowly into
a grown, young women, sexy to men. But to her Father, she is still
regarded as cute, little and innocent.

Yvonne thought to herself, "But Allen missed all of that. This
morning, as far as he knows, he patted the head of... he patted MY
head... of his little girl, and now, he looks upon me with lust.
Just another grown and sexy woman. Perhaps he wishes to search the
house for his lost Little Eagle Feather..." Then Yvonne lowered her
face to her hands and cried.

Allen knew it would be a while for a full explanation. But, he was
beginning to get the basics. It was clear now. "I DID somehow...
get kicked through time! All the evidence is in!..."

Allen sat on Anastasia's lap wrapped in her arms and partially
covered by her hair. Yvonne was the one crying loudly now while
Anastasia had quieted. She sat, still sniffling, holding tight to
Allen. Finally, while holding Allen, Anastasia reached over to
Yvonne and pulling at her shoulder, beckoned her to come over and
sit beside Anastasia. Yvonne sat and slid up to Anastasia's side.
Anastasia placed her arm around Yvonne and held tight. Yvonne cried
loudly.

Allen felt Anastasia ready for at least some simple questions. He
ventured, in voice soft, "Anastasia, what year... and month... is
it now?"
Anastasia whispered softly in his ear, voice shaky, "Late June,
1995."
"And this here... really... is... Yvonne Little Eagle Feather?"
"  yes  " replied Anastasia in a squeaky voice.

Anastasia clamped down on further crying, or tried to. Allen,
trying to cheer up himself and her, quipped, "Looks like I have to
call her 'Yvonne BIG Eagle Feather' from now on!"
"Yes," squeaked Anastasia's shaky voice, "Yes! VERY Big Eagle
Feather! And powerful! And wonderful!"

Yvonne began to calm down to quiet sobbing. Allen asked Anastasia,
"Did everyone think... I was dead?"
"Yes" quivered out Anastasia.
"Did the insurances pay off?"
"Yes"

Allen now thought of something disquieting. Only a couple days ago
to Allen's memory, Anastasia threatened him with "seeing other men
if you don't... etc...". He did not know a good way to ask. He was
fumbling for the words when, somehow, as if she detected his
thoughts, Anastasia spoke up...
"And I NEVER, during ALL that time, saw another man! NEVER! Most
men are conceited, loud mouthed, bragging slobs! Only you Allen,
are so sweet, quiet and soft. Always so dependent on me for
guidance..." Anastasia cried a little more.

"True" Allen thought. "I AM dependent on her for much..." He
remembered how Anastasia convinced him to go to a full-fledged
"flying" university to become an Air-Lines Pilot, instead of going
into general aviation as HE planned. He had to obey his big Amazon
Mistress! And a large part of the tuition for the expensive private
university came from Anastasia... and her sexy, erotic dancing in
clubs. She made Allen to what he is... or was. "That's all lost
now, but NOT PERMANENTLY. It's gonna take some doing, but I got to
convince United Airlines that I have truly come back and am ready
for duty!" Allen felt determined. But... back to his Daughters...
and Anastasia.

Anastasia hugged Allen so tight he could not inhale as she
reemphasized, "Never, I mean NEVER do you have to worry about me
seeing another man. I don't care HOW long your routes are. Dam
having to let you leave my arms eventually. But you have to return
to your element. In the sky! Like an Angel! I permit you out of my
arms ONLY for flying. Otherwise, you are to report HERE!
UNDERSTAND!?"
"YES MA'AM SIR! I mean, YES SIR, MA'AM! er, that is..."
But Allen had the breath squeezed out of him by a crushing hug from
Anastasia so he had to cut his joking short.

This finally cheered up Yvonne, still fighting further crying.

After some silence arm in arm for Yvonne and Anastasia, and in the
lap of Anastasia for Allen, Allen finally said, "Okay, okay. I know
now that somehow, I dropped out for... how long? Over 10 years.
It's 1995 now and it was, this morning for me anyway, 1983. Well,
lets have it. Prescilla and Felicity. Little bouncing blond lasses
they are... were. Where are they now?"

Yvonne sniffed a final time, wiped tears then called, "Okay you
two, you can come in now!"

Instantly, for they had been just behind the doorway in the hall,
the two Ladies Fair stepped in. They had put on their newest
dresses, and brushed their blond hair to glowing brightness. Allen
gazed in amazement at the two, VERY TALL, blond haired, blue-eyed
princesses in their, not super-new, but nice and mostly white
attire.

Allen was relieved that at least they had not left home already.
Daughters of single parents often leave home when barely over
sixteen, Allen assumed. But again, he felt that pang, that urge to
cry over the loss of seeing them grow up. The gap of time was too
big. Again, to Allen, the two svelte, tall ladies in front of him
were elegant, sexy! He just could not connect them to his memory of
experiences as his daughters.

Allen noticed then, both of his fair daughters held tissues and
their blue eyes were reddened. They had cried as well, going
through the same realization of lost time with their Father.

"Gosh!" Allen babbled, "Interesting... Felicity and Prescilla, so
fair, they look like princesses, and Yvonne, so rough and rugged
and wow! Built! Huh! And I thought she was a Lawn-Care Tech. Silly
me! Typical White Man am I; automatically think the darker skinned
one is some kind of laborer! Yvonne, you look absolutely smashing!
And Prescilla, Felicity, you two will dazzle the eyes out of
anyone!"

Allen thought he was speaking cheerfully, and that it would cheer
everyone up. But suddenly, Anastasia, still holding him, broke down
in terrible crying, a different type some how. She released her
hold on Allen a little as she held Yvonne tighter.

"Annie! What is it now!?", Allen began, "Okay, so I missed a lot!
But I'm back now! I'm back in town man! Now we're gonna rock and
roll!"

Yvonne put her arm around Anastasia and rubbed her back. "What's
wrong Mom? You want us to leave you and Allen a few minutes?"
"NO!" Anastasia sobbed, "I gotta make up to you, all those terrible
years of mistreatment!..." Anastasia cried uncontrollably. The two
Sisters seeing their Mom so torn up, began getting teary-eyed in
sympathy as well.

"ANNIE!" Allen insisted. "Come out of it! We're all together now!
It's okay!"
"Shh," advised Yvonne to Allen, "I think I know what's bugging her
now. This is a different issue."

Yvonne turned her attention to Anastasia and advised, "Mom! Those
years were just a sad, terrible time for you; a period of
adjustment. It's okay now! You're great to me! You train me on the
weights, advise me on relations with Ben, supported me all through
the Peyote Ceremonies..."
"Only 'cause I thought it would get Allen back. It was a selfish
kind of support!" Anastasia sobbed.
"No it WASN'T. Hah! You didn't even believe in it. You supported it
because you saw me improving since I had sort of, found my roots.
Come on! Cut this part out! You can cry, cry, cry, as much as you
want for the lost time and all, but this matter, you can just chunk
it in the garbage! None of us needs it!"

It was Anastasia's problem only, her regret over mistreating Yvonne
in earlier years. But she had to cry that out as well, delaying the
detailed explanations that Allen so eagerly awaited.


At last, after quite a while, Allen received detailed explanations.
There was too much to tell at once. It went over the next several
days. During this time, Anastasia held Allen literally in arm's
reach continuously. All four ladies had their part in the
explanations and up-date-reports, as they turned into, for Allen.

Realizing the effect it would have on their Father who was already
struggling with accepting his now-grown daughters, they returned to
wearing clothes. Yvonne had advised Prescilla and Felicity, "May as
well not rub TOO much salt into Dad's wound. At least for a while,
lets not become sex-objects to him. He is fighting that hard!"

But Anastasia kept any and all sex urges down in Allen. She
continued to go about the house and the acreage outside nude. Even
that first night he was back...

Dark outside, everyone else in bed, Anastasia propped on her elbow
and admired nearly nude Allen as he laid tummy down. She formed the
flesh-wall opposite the other wall hemming Allen in. Anastasia
looked at Allen, with adoration. She had made him dress in his
thong. A light little t-shirt was also there by his request. He
felt chilly. But not Anastasia. Her big Amazon body burned. Her
free hand rubbed his back and felt his tight butt. "So cute, so
sweet! I'm never letting you out of here! Mmmm!" Anastasia purred.

From where Allen laid, tummy down and head on pillow facing
Anastasia, she looked big and impassable. But he did not want to
pass. "Man! Annie! So magnificent!" he said as he turned on his
side. "You sure look a lot more powerful than when I left this
morn... oh, yeah... Well, you look POWERFUL! I'm glad to see you
maintained your weight lifting!"
Anastasia replied, "It's the only thing that kept me cemented
together... I just... worshiped my body!"

Allen began a tour of Anastasia's body with his hands. He felt her
biceps. He felt her big firm breasts and the hardness of her
nipples. He admired with his hands, her iron abs. He felt the power
in her muscle-heavy legs. And he got to that big hand-full, that
huge, moist vagina. He tried sticking his fingers between the
vagina lips. They felt rough and powerful. Anastasia moaned,
"OOHHH! You're gonna get RAPED if you keep THAT up!"
Allen mused, "I'm risking my penis if I stick it in between these!
Wow! It might get bit off!"
"Enter at your own risk!" smoldered Anastasia with a crooked grin.

Anastasia let Allen on top, as he pumped away into her. This is
unusual for Anastasia, she is usually over Allen. She lay there,
letting him thrust in her while she felt over his body, touching
and caressing tenderly.

When Allen thrust furiously during his gush, she climaxed too,
somehow, just from the enjoyment of seeing her adorable Allen enjoy
her so much.


In following days and nights, Anastasia soon returned to thrusting
away over Allen during sex. But she readily listened to his
requests if he did ask to pump away on top, more so than before.

Anastasia provided Allen with more than enough loving. It kept him
taxed, sexually. Allen had to deal with blisters on his penis until
it toughened up to Anastasia's pounding. But that is not new. To
Allen, he remembers nursing blisters last time he was here during
his non-flight-duty time.

But to Anastasia, Allen's penis-blisters are a distant memory. Now
she helped care for them, including, kissing his genital tenderly.



Generally, Allen spent the next several days in a warm cradle of
Love. He discovered many interesting things. Among them, Yvonne's
computer, her Boy Friend, Ben and Yvonne's Native American studies
including Peyoteism.

Allen liked seeing Prescilla and Felicity working out with the
weights. They would develop and amplify their Amazon charms this
way.

And Allen really enjoyed Anastasia taking him for long rides in the
wilderness in back by rick-shaw. Allen enjoyed the two types of
scenery: Anastasia herself and her gigantic physique of feminine
power, pulling, with ease, the rick-shaw with Allen in it. Her big
butt-muscles rippled and shook with each step. Waves of power
undulated through her thighs. And her back was a hard, rugged land-
scape of tensed muscles.
And of course, Allen could enjoy in comfort, the beautiful New
England rolling hills and lush Summer foliage.



Allen had parked and locked his ultra-light plane at the parking
area of the shopping mall. At first, Anastasia was not going to
permit him to fly it anymore. But, away from Allen's hearing-range,
Yvonne reminded her that Allen had been trapped in a painting. The
ultra-light had nothing to do with this.
"I'm gonna find that artist and TEAR HIM TO SHREDS FOR THIS!"
Anastasia roared.
"Now, now, now! It wasn't her fault. How did she know an innocent
painting would do this? Is it not enough that I destroyed her
painting? I heard on the news she was devastated."
"She only lost a stupid painting. I LOST MY ALLEN AND OUR LIFE
TOGETHER FOR OVER TEN YEARS!!! Besides, what's another woman doin'
painting MY ALLEN!? I'll shove her paints down her throat!"
"Okay, okay, so you hate her and the painting. It was a freak
accident of nature. But anyway, Allen's ultra-light didn't do it.
Let him at least get his ultra-light back. You can lock it up
then!"
"Okay! Very well! But I AM locking it up!", Anastasia huffed.

When Anastasia, who drove, and Allen arrived at the parking lot,
the ultra-light plane was still there, locked to the post. But its
propeller was gone.
"Huh!" Allen fumed, "Somebody stole it! Dam! Some goof-ball copped
my prop!"
"GOOD!!!" Anastasia roared. "Now lets take the fool thing and go
home. I don't like this place. I NEVER have shopped at this mall!"

The propeller-less ultra-light plane was put into storage in the
shed in back of their house. It was not flown for a long time
indeed.

Generally, it was a long time before Anastasia finally began to
loosen her control on Allen. By September, he was actually
permitted to stroll, in the yard, without Anastasia's
accompaniment. But finally, Anastasia and Allen began to address
the issue of his getting back into his aviation career...
Sparing all the little details, Allen began the slow march back
into flying as a career.

Anastasia overcame the various matters bothering her, and, with
renewed vigor, took on more nights dancing at the Night Club over
the course of Summer. Its owners were happy to see their best
Dancer finally eliminating late arrivals and missed nights. They
were please to see her add more nights and, finally agree to become
a Manager of sorts, over-seeing and choreographing other erotic
Dancers for more elaborate shows. Additionally, other Night Clubs
"borrowed" Anastasia from time to time, wishing to have this
fantastic Amazon erotic Dancer in THEIR club. They paid handsomely
for Anastasia's "guest appearances" and paid her travel expenses as
well.

Generally, it seems that men love to see an Amazon Dance, and maybe
even, if permitted, (but Anastasia did NOT ever permit it) have a
sexual contact once or twice. But most men do not feel comfortable
with a woman bigger and far stronger than they are.

Anastasia's Allen, and Yvonne's Ben are rare finds. The two Amazon
Ladies felt thankful for their adorable guys.

The increased Dancing jobs greatly increased the family income
during Allen's struggle with the Airlines. For this time, he
literally lived under the sheltering wing of Anastasia.

Allen applied for re-admission into United Airline's team of
Pilots. The company investigated this and that. They even enlisted
the help of Police and FBI in checking out various aspects of
Allen's disappearance and return.

Word leaked out and tabloids like National Inquirer began to bug
Anastasia and Allen. The show "Hard Copy" and others sent their
crews.

They all had to get pass the big Amazon guard to see Allen.
Anastasia was extremely difficult to get past. Large amounts of
money, and many legal agreements to disguise voice and identity had
to be done by anyone wishing to see Allen.

Generally, they all summarized, against Allen's statements, that
Allen had been abducted by Aliens, enslaved and studied for ten
years, then returned with memory washed. Yvonne stayed out of this.
Her respect for Peyoteism ran too deep for vain displays for these
people. She let them go with their "Alien Abduction" reports
without resistance.

At last, satisfied with the results of their investigation, United
Airlines allowed Allen to re-train in their classes and simulators.
They had no way of knowing that Allen had been in suspended
animation for ten years. His flying skills were as sharp now as ten
years ago. And his biological age was still 28 years.

Allen's Trainers were amazed at how quickly Allen regained his
Piloting skills on the simulators. Allen progressed through
retraining quickly. They tested him thoroughly, first on simulators
then in actual Boeing 747s... with out passengers.

Allen's only problem was with the new, all digital instrumentation
of 1990s jets. "I liked the analog instruments better," Allen said
once. Other Pilots agreed, "Flying a jet now-a-days is like playing
a video-game!" But Allen quickly adjusted to the "all-glass"
instrumentation.

Finally, in January, Allen got his job back, first as Second
Officer (the guy in the right-hand seat), and, in March, back to
Captain as he was before, in that coveted left-hand seat.

Allen had his job as Airline Captain, piloting a jumbo 747 to
Ireland and England as before with that sumptuous salary... bigger
now mostly due to cost-of-living-adjustments. That meant Anastasia
did not have to dance anymore (although she continued because she
enjoyed it) - they had insurance again - the daughters could go to
college... and so on!

Well, lets take a look at something, five years later...
Benjamin O'brien-Rathbone (he took Yvonne's name in marriage) sat
in a window seat in the coach-class of a Boeing 747. It taxied down
Boston International Airport to the end of the runway and poised
for take-off. It was Ben's first trip in his life to Ireland.

It was about a quarter after 6 in the evening and still light due
to being June. Giant clouds billowed high in a pure blue sky.
Smaller clouds scattered across the expanse of blue between the big
clouds. "Soon we will be up there in them!" thought Ben to himself
with exciting anticipation.

Ben and other passengers waited as the engines droned low, eager
for the go-ahead from the control tower. Two other jets were ahead.
One by one in time, they thundered down the run-way.

Ben heard the engines increase the loudness and pitch of their
whistles slightly. They moved into the actual runway, aligned and
waited. The drone-pitch and loudness settled back down.

Then, a few moments later, the go-ahead was apparently given. This
was it!

The whine and whistles from the engines increased quickly and
earnestly, growing to a thundering roar. Hard acceleration pressed
Ben tight into his seat. The cement of the runway below and the
painted indicator-stripes1 on the runway's edge began moving,
quickly gaining a blurring speed. The indicator-stripes passed
faster and faster. Suddenly, the angle of the stripes changed
indicating "passed the center of the runway". Runway pavement and
the grass beside it were streaks. Further away, various buildings,
parked planes and equipment whizzed by faster than Ben's eyes could
track.

Ben felt everything suddenly angle upward - a heave - the runway
pulled away below them quickly. Some of the noise abated leaving
only the sound of turbines humming loudly. In no time at all the
ground pulled far away below. They were buffeted a bit by passing
through low clouds.

After banking into a turn then straightening out, Ben heard the
pitch and volume of the engines' hum go down a little. The cabin
likewise angled down a little.

Events stretched out to a leisurely rate. By this time, the ground
was awash in blue, spangled with gleaming white cloud-tops. Then
Ben heard the announcement come over the speakers from the jet's
crew; a beautiful, strong female voice:

"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Second Officer, Yvonne Rathbone-
O'brien speaking. Our Captain today, on this trip to the Emerald
Isle is Allen Rathbone. We will be flying at 45,000 feet. As we are
still ascending to flight altitude, we ask that you remain seated
with seat belts fastened. Approximate flight-time will be eight
hours including a brief stop in Iceland. We will arrive
approximately 5:30 in the morning Ireland-time to Dublin
International Airport. At last report, weather in Ireland is cool,
with lows in the low forties and highs in the mid 60s, occasional
light showers and a wind out of the west. On behalf of United
Airlines, we hope you have a pleasant and enjoyable flight! If
there is anything you need, please do not hesitate to ask a Flight
Attendant. And, thank you for flying United Airlines!"

With Father-In-Law Allen Rathbone as Captain and his beloved Amazon
Wife, Yvonne, as Second Officer, Ben had nothing to worry about. He
settled back, with Anastasia in a window seat just behind him, and
Prescilla and Felicity in the seats beside him, for a bonny flight
to Ireland!


                                1

Many airports have slanted, yellow indicator-stripes painted on the
side of the runway. They slant towards the runway's mid-point. At
the mid-point of the runway, their slant changes, thus:

                        //////// \\\\\\\\
                                |
                             center

They give a Pilot a "feel" for the speed and also alert her or him
when the runway's mid-point has been passed.