KAREN AND THE GHOST-LAND
by Joe Rathbun
as experienced by a lone cyclist somewhere in British Columbia, Canada, 1990...

I will start this account toward the end of the last "normal" day
that I had before encountering... whatever it was that I
encountered...

It started off as a more or less ordinary bicycle tour with one
twist; my bicycle was a "pedal-car". A Car-Cycle X-4 built by a
company in Canada, it protected me from harsh cold (even though it
was June), several big-dog-attacks and a pack of wolves once. If
all this sounds wild and rugged, there is good reason. My tour was
in and around north and north-east British Columbia in Canada.

I always wanted to tour this "superbly" wild area near the Canadian
North-West Territories, but harsh weather, loneliness and fear of
wild animals kept me from it. Inside the protective pedal-car
however, I felt I could do it. People warned many roads in the
wilder parts of west Canada are dirt; your pedal-car may not work
too well. That did concern me. The pedal-car is strictly for the
paved road.

I did encounter a number of dirt roads, if they became to rough I
simply turned back. The tour had no particular destination. I just
wanted to poke around this wild part of the world.

One dirt road was inviting however. Though dirt, it was hard-packed
and relatively smooth. The pedal-car trundled along slower than a
paved road but I wasn't in a hurry. The scenery was fantastic. The
rugged mountains, the pristine, "severe"-clear sky sprinkled with
isolated puffy white clouds... excellent!

I only did not like nights. No hotels, no anything meant I had to
camp. Ever sleep (or try to) by yourself in a great wilderness with
stars as your "night-light"? It takes getting used to. Often I just
slept inside the pedal-car on its reclining seat. I felt protected
and could bolt out in an instant if the occasion arose.

I continued to penetrate this particular dirt road for a few days.
But my provisions were running low and I had not encountered a town
in all that time. And there were no more houses of any kind. And a
run-in with wolves unnerved me.

I came upon the wolves, maybe 15 of them, in the road, standing
around. It was early morning. Confident of the pedal-car, I just
pedaled through them. Well, they did not like that! Like souped up
dogs, they gave chase and kept pouncing on the pedal-car. They
tried to bite but wound up encountering fiber-glass or metal. I DID
have strength and weight superiority. I weigh 180 pounds and the
pedal-car, about 75. Add to that I don't know how many pounds of
provisions and you have some 300 pounds. That plus my well honed
legs churning away made the pedal-car an unstoppable force as far
as the wolves were concerned. But they made me nervous the way they
kept jumping on the pedal-car. I don't know if they were mad at me
for riding through them or they wanted me for breakfast, but I just
kept pedaling until they gave up.

On the evening of the day that started out with the wolf-encounter,
I decided to turn back after camping one more night. I selected a
camp-site next to a big rock, in a high area near the top of a
mountain ridge. These kind of areas have the fewest predatory
animals. Predators stay in the lower areas in the forests where
there is game.

As usual there were the night-time wonders... Obscuring the bright
stars were the ever moving, swirling, color-changing curtains of
aurora-borealis, the northern-lights. Concentrated over the Earth's
MAGNETIC north pole, I was indeed near that site. It is in north-
west Canada. Tonight the northern-lights were particularly severe.
Blocking the stars entirely at times, I could even hear crackling
and hissing noises. They were bright enough to read by. They
apparently interfered with my ability to bring in the two radio
stations, one from Seattle and one from Vancouver, that I always
listen to for their weather reports. But amongst much fading and
strange sounding audio effects, I eked out the weather reports from
the pedal-car's built in radio. As usual in mid to late June in
British Columbia, they reported more fair weather.

I nodded off to sleep, inside the pedal-car (too cold and weird
outside) under ever-changing freaky skies of purples, reds, pastel
greens and blues and sometimes stark whites.



The rattle of rain and blustering winds shaking the pedal-car awoke
me. It was chilly despite being inside and wrapped in many
blankets... and absolutely shut-out-dark... nothing in the way of
light. I couldn't see my hands in front of my face. I groped around
for the pedal-car's dome-light switch, turned it on and went for
the radio. I tried to tune in either the station or any station
from Seattle and the station from Vancouver... nothing! Not a
sound. Only crackling of lightning-static. I know it is like that
during the day when there is no ionospheric skip, but at night I
was always able to get SOME kind of broadcast even under the worst
of propagation conditions.

I gave up tuning in any station and just held tight for the storm
to blow over. It took a long time. I guess I was just too far north
of Vancouver for their weather reports to apply to me. After all,
British Columbia spans a great distance northward and I was in its
extreme north-eastern zone.

Somehow I finally slept. I awoke once more to daylight. But the
fair days were gone. Cold penetrated pedal-car and blankets. A dark
veil of cold, featureless blue-gray cloud occupied the entire sky.
The only discernable features in this sky were rolls of darker
areas that spanned the entire visible sky. Misty looking
protuberances hung downward from the main dark-grey mass. They
moved quickly to the southeast. Apparently a cold-front was trying
to get through and possibly stalling out in this location.

With heavy coats on, I exited the pedal-car to prepare breakfast
then noticed... I was NOT where I was... I and my pedal car sat on
a... paved... PAVED slender road... where did THAT come from!? I
was on a... I noticed the road crossed through a field of lush,
tall green grass, weeds and wild flowers. Looking off in the
distance over the field, waves could be seen coursing through the
field driven by the wind; it almost looked like the sea. Despite
the dark day, it was beautiful. In the distance was forest. Great
high mountains could be seen further in the distance. Their tops
were in the great mass of dark, blue-gray cloud.

I stumbled around rubbing my eyes, wondering how I possibly could
have wound up here! Was I carried, Alice-In-Wonderland-style, on
the winds... to HERE!? And where was here!? I would be
effectively... well never mind the scientist talk, I WAS just plain
LOST! Then I thought, if the winds did it, the chances of being
gently laid down, right-side up, conveniently next to a road...
were NIL!

I voiced it, that is, talking to myself, "How in the Heavens did I
get HERE!?"

"I towed you here!" came the answer...
I jumped - I looked up, around - the voice, that of a young woman
and perhaps one that has seen a lot of outdoors activities, as an
athlete perhaps, seemed to come from over head. I whirled around to
see... her... coming up from the other side of the small road. I
don't know where she had been sitting, but WOW!

Stepping on up on the road and coming, towering over me was over
seven feet of naked, blond-haired athlete! Looking up at this
female splendor, I almost went into shock, or a funny numbness at
least, taking this in. This is not REAL, I thought! She couldn't
really be!

HUGE at something over SEVEN FEET, this giant also possessed big
muscles! Not gristly or stringy looking, as on a muscle-man, her
muscles were smooth and rounded. But they were LARGE... VERY LARGE!
And again, I point out, despite blowing cold winds that had me
bundled, she wore NOT A STITCH! From her head of short, natural
pink-blond hair and blue eyes, all the way down her light-tanned
powerful body down to her bare feet, she was nude, nude, NUDE!

She stopped a few feet short of stepping on me! At my eye level was
her huge bosom. Heaving heavily, slightly, as if she had been
running, I could see she had a huge chest of powerful muscle
underneath her well sized, pert breasts. This combination of chest-
muscle development and breasts imparted to her an impressive
breast-line of firm characteristics. Big nipples stared right at
me. There were no tan lines on this expanse of breast.

She noticed me staring. She approached slowly saying, "Lets wait
'till I get you home, then we can... uh... play!" 
I was blown away at that point as she approached right up to me,
her big nipples in my face!

Add to all of the "above", big wide hips laced with powerful
sinews, big stone-hard "muscle"-butt, thighs of exceptional size
and obvious sheer power, well formed calves and you have a female
of exceptional resplendence!

She stood somewhat spread-legged, completely un-ashamed of her huge
sex organ glaring at me. Framed with profuse light-brown to blond
hair, her vagina occupied a large area of her crotch and had around
it, flesh that wrinkled up next to it. 
She was unmistakably WOMAN!

"Have you slept enough now?" she asked softly.
"Uh... uh... yes! I think I have slept... uh... enough!" I
stuttered out.
"Do you want to follow me home or shall I tow you there?"

Sort of automatically I looked around for some kind of vehicle...
a car, truck, or maybe a bicycle? Or even another pedal-car?

"I... I... I think I can... just follow you! What are you in?"
"In? What do you mean... OH! I see! No, I did not pedal my car
here. Too dangerous on that mountain in the storm. I ran across you
up there and I figured I better get you down. So I tied my rope to
the front of your car and eased you down. Then I pulled you here.
You did not awake through it all! You must really be tired!"
"Oh! So you don't have a vehicle?"
"Nope! Just my two big feet and legs!"
"Then if I follow you home, what will you ride... or..."
"I'll run! You follow! It's not far!"
"That seems... not right; maybe YOU should get in here and ride..."
"NONSENSE! You're so tired! I'm quite alright. Besides, I'm too BIG
to get in there!"

I thought, well she sure is right about that. Her huge muscular
body could not fit in my pedal-car. Finally I asked her about her
clothes... or lack there of.
"Aren't you cold!? With no clothes at all!" I asked.
"NO! Feels GREAT! Seven to eight months of the year I have to
bundle up in tons of clothes when outside. But during the warm
summer, I go NAKED! I love it!"
"And what were you doing out here?"
"I was gathering a certain tuber that makes me very healthy and
prevents sickness. They grow in the valley to the north and west of
here. I also grabbed a few bulbs of a lovely type of flower while
I was at it. I'm gonna grow them in my yard."
"So you ran across me, feared for my safety, and brought me down to
this valley?"
"Yep!"
"And you have been waiting for me to wake up?"
"Yep!"
"Why didn't you just tow me all the way to your home?"
"Too much bumpity bump and shaking. Might wake you up. I had you
out of danger, so I let you sit 'till you awoke."
"I see. I guess you needed a rest too!"
"Well, not really. I just wanted you to sleep out. I just walked
around for a while... and... stuff... Looking at your cute face and
your cute self all bundled up made me horny! I had to walk it
off... and stuff. You're so small, if I had sex with you before, I
would have been too rough! I must be gentle with you."

WOW! I thought to myself. And what is this business about me being
small!? SHE is the BIG one, I'm merely ordinary, I thought to
myself. Also, there I was in that desolate wilderness with only
her... she's big enough and powerful enough to rape me! I actually
began to fear just a bit... but she said that stuff about... doing
something to take the edge off... she must be considerate... I
guess... I hope...

I also thought over of her walking aside my pedal-car, down that
mountain, then towing me across the flats. With her huge physique,
that would be no problem! Strange though, I didn't wake up. But
possible. After all, pedaling all day does leave me VERY tired each
evening, and I slept deep enough that the continuing storm did not
wake me. But then, I had one more question...
"When you ran across me, asleep in the pedal-car here, was it still
raining, blowing and stuff?"
"Sure! It started up maybe around 10 last night. So I kept on
walking, it was too uncomfortable to lay down anywhere. The squall
WAS a bit of a surprise, but it happens sometimes around here."
"Weren't you cold!?"
"Maybe a little... sometimes. The biggest thing is just that it
would be uncomfortable to lay down on the ground to sleep like I
usually do when traveling through the forest. As long as I kept
walking, I was okay."
"But it was so DARK! I couldn't even see my hands!"
"Well your car was covered with rain drops, fogged over and all. I
had been awake and I know the area well. I've lived here all my
life. I just stuck to known trails and roads and so, no problem!"


"Man!" I thought. She has an incredibly tough, thick skin to
withstand this kind of cold and wet while completely nude. And I
just could not believe her size and strength! Perhaps she is so
acclimated to the severe cold, she considers this weather typically
warm and balmy for June.

"Well, what about it?" she asked again. "You want me to tow you or
you want to follow?"

She put her arm around me and pulled me next to her furnace of a
spectacular body. I had to look UP to her surprisingly sweet
looking face. She smiled, big and pretty, with straight teeth.

"O - okay!" I said, "You... uh, run, and I will follow!"
"Great! Let me get my back-pack and let's go!"

I watched... gawked perhaps, as she stepped across the road in only
a couple big strides! Those legs! Fantastic! Long and shapely with
powerful muscle. With each step, her leg muscles rippled in big
waves of power. I stumbled into my pedal-car due to watching her
movements as she put the back-pack on. The big back-pack looked
like it could be 100 pounds. She smiled pretty and said,
"You'll have to pedal slow behind me, this back-pack will slow me
down. Okay! Lets go!"

I closed the gull-wing door of my pedal-car and began following
her. What a sheer delight to watch. She ran in huge, bounding
muscle-flexing steps so graceful. She appeared to run slightly in
slow-motion... but she was NOT slow. Expecting this to be easy, I
found myself getting left behind. I pedaled harder to keep up.
Before I knew it, the CatEye speedometer reported 28 miles per
hour!

I followed her at this speed for over fifteen minutes. The rolling
country-side was beautiful, even under these dismal skies. My
pedal-car shook at times from blowing winds. I was insulated from
the cold in my pedal-car. I even took my coats off as I exercised.
But there she was out there, nude. I'v never seen someone so cold-
hardy!

We passed through a forested stretch. The trees arched over-head,
producing a tunnel of tree tops. We began to climb in earnest. I
had to use lower gears. She slowed a bit too. After the final four
minutes of following her in this ascent, we began to level off into
a sort of plateau. She finally slowed and stopped. With her huge
muscular bosom heaving and her pretty face shining with her big
smile, she motioned me left into a drive-way and clearing... to her
log-cabin house.

We were pretty far up the side of a mountain but no way near the
top. Her humble dwelling had a glorious vista, off its left-side,
of the valley we just ascended from. To the right was an extent of
plateau then the continuation of the mountain. Looking up, the
clouds shrouded the mountain, not too far up from where we were...
indeed, we were almost in the clouds.

Wary of monster dogs, I looked around a bit and listened. But to my
relief there were none. I exited the pedal-car... I had taken off
my coats earlier... and blasting cold shoved me back down and in!
Egads I thought! I grabbed my coat THEN got out! But there she was,
walking up to me now, completely unaffected. Not only that, but she
enjoyed it!

She walked passed me, seemingly gliding, muscular hips swaying, and
stepped on her house's front porch. She released the back-pack and
laid it on the porch-swing. Then she stretched, with arms up and
behind her head, and tensed out every awesome muscle in her
magnificent body. She drew her arms down into something resembling
a "muscle-pose", balling up her gigantic biceps. Huge and mighty,
her biceps were of iron! I don't know if she purposely did that as
a show for me, or if she really was wound up. She finally exhaled,
"AAhhh!" and flopped on the porch-swing.
"You're looking at a tired woman!" she puffed out. Then she looked
at me and smiled, "Come here you! Sit beside me!" she patted the
space on the swing next to her inviting me.

Well, here we go! I thought to myself. Almost afraid, I sat next to
her. A heavy, powerful arm engulfed me and drew me tight to her
body.
"MUST you wear all that stuff!?" she asked emphatically. "I know
this is not the WARMEST day there is, but it IS summer and not
cold, just cool! Come on, take everything off, I wanna feel you!"

Now I became nervous. This giant muscle woman was, for now, merely
ASKING me to take off... what did she mean? Just the coat... or
EVERYTHING? I stuttered out, "B... but it's COLD to me, I'm not
used to this climate..."
"You from the Central Capital? What's your name? Dang! I haven't
asked yet! Where are my manners? I guess I'm really tired."

What's the Central Capital?, I thought as I answered, "Franky. My
name is Franky... Rathbun..."
"Karen is my name! Okay, Franky, let me sit here a while and cool
down. Then we'll go in. Then I want that stuff off of your cute
body! Mom and I have a rule! No man enters this house with anything
on his body. But I'll make an exception for you since apparently,
you come from the Central Capital and think our June weather is
cold. You may go IN first, THEN strip! Okay!?"

I didn't know what to say or do. I really did not want to take
everything off... in there... in front of her and... what? her Mom?

"Your Mother lives here too?"
"Yes! She's probably in the fields now. I'm gonna join her in a few
hours. But I gotta cook you a good breakfast then sleep a while
first. I'm tired.



After a while on the swing, she stood up, over seven mighty feet
up, took her back-pack and proceeded into her house motioning me to
follow. Her smile invited me further.

She flopped her back-pack down and went to the kitchen area. The
house was amazingly modern-looking inside, with light lavender wall
panelling and white, "pop-corn" ceilings with sparkles. She began
preparing breakfast for herself and me. I had a stomach full of her
milk and so really was not that hungry.

It WAS warm in her house. I took my coat off... but that's all. I
hoped she forgot about me stripping everything, but
unfortunately...

"HEY!" boomed her powerful voice. "Keep going! I want all of those
off! No need for that here!"
"But I can't just..."
She strode out of the kitchen and up to me. I craned my neck
looking up to her. She insisted, "Take 'em off! Why keep those
imprisoning things on when it is not necessary!?"

I slowly began unbuttoning my flannel shirt.

"I tell you what," she began, "While I make breakfast, you take a
shower. That'll warm you up. Then come out here and join me for
breakfast and I don't wanna see anything on that cute body!"

Well that was a LITTLE better I thought. Somehow after the shower,
I felt a little more like... getting nude...



With great timidity I came out, nude, everything exposed... I
approached her as she stood in front of the stove, stirring. Her
head turned toward me as soon as she noticed. Her beautiful silky
blond hair swirled gracefully as her head turned. She smiled warmly
and inviting.

She turned off the stove, and glided towards me. Soon I was wrapped
in her warmth with two big calloused hands feeling my butt, legs,
and proceeding into my crotch.
"OOOHHHH! It's been so long since I held a man! MMMM!"

My modesty and inhibitions held up no longer. I felt a hard one
coming on, and she was ready for it. Standing with her legs spread,
her crotch was low enough for me to enter while standing. She
grabbed my butt and shoved me in harder. After a few thrusts, she
huffed out, "OOHHH! Let's finish this in here!"
We went into a bed room where she laid on her back and allowed me
on top. Re-entering her felt hot, relaxing, excruciating and
exciting all at the same time.

We thrust, huffed, puffed and yelled in ecstacy. At times she was
over me. When over me, she just about buried me. I actually feared
her crushing me and if it weren't for the sexual fun and
excitement, I would have been claustrophobic. Despite her heavy,
powerful thrusting and thunderous screams, she WAS gentle, not
hurting me at all. She could easily have done so, given her size,
weight and power.

When it was over, I had gushed at least a couple times, I don't
know how many times she came into screaming releases of sexual
tension, and we laid, simmering, steaming, in each other for...
quite a while...


She was first to stir.
"WOW! HOOWEE! YOU felt FANTASTIC! And so gosh-durn CUTE!" she
boomed as she pinched my cheek.
"OH but it's LATE!" she continued. "Better continue with
breakfast!"


When she got up off the bed it squeaked and grated in relief of
that great weight... and I felt chilly.



She prepared a totally vegetarian breakfast. No eggs, no meat. It
was good, however. I sat close to her during breakfast seeking her
furnace-like warmth, for my nudity was making me shiver a bit. She
noticed me shivering and said, "My goodness, I didn't know you guys
from the Central Capital were so sensitive to cold. It's not even
cold in here... okay, maybe I allow you to wear a little
clothing..."
"It's okay," I offered, "I'm just tired and also just awakened
after dozing off with you. Maybe if you have something for me to
do... something active..."
"Okay! I'm about to leave for the fields to join Mom in working.
You can wash the dishes, and sweep... things like that. And OH! And
fix two cars... I got the parts, just no time to put them in. Are
you good mechanically?"
"Well, I USED to be, but modern cars..."
"Nah, nothin' to it. I'll show you briefly..."

She got up from the table and showed me chores I could do... and
she took me outside... while still nude, in the cold... to a garage
or shed and showed me those cars...
I was QUITE surprised! What she called, simply, "car" was actually
a PEDAL-CAR, sort of like mine but... much more advanced. I asked
about them and where she got them...
"One is a Johnson Cars model, the other, a Trans-Sport model. Both
those companies are in the Central Capital" was her reply.
There were three other pedal-cars.
"What about those?" I asked about the sporty looking, highly
advanced pedal-cars.
"Another Trans-Sport, Johnson and a Maria-Z. They're okay. I just
need you to fix these two."
"Are those models also from, what city did you say, Central
Capital?"
"Yes... don't you know the name of your own city?"
"That is not my city. I live in Seattle... Washington... well
Bellevue actually but anyway, in North-West Washington State... in
United States. I'm from United States."
"Seattle? Washington? UNITED STATES? What are THOSE places? I've
never heard of them."

I couldn't believe that somebody with enough know-how to locate a
firm that manufactures pedal-cars did not even know where Seattle
or United States was. I had to look and look and look and LOOK
before I found the Canadian company that made my pedal-car. One has
to know their cities!

But anyway, I just answered her question... "Seattle, which is in
United States, is a few hundred miles south and west of here."
"Oh, from a southerly clime... that explains your sensitivity to
cold." Karen said as she put on heavy boots and tied the laces.
"Sorry, I just assumed you were from Central Capital. Well, I gotta
go help Mom. While I'm gone, you CAN wear clothes, but keep it
'tween yourself and the walls. When you see Mom or me comin', strip
'em off! Understand!?"
"Yes Ma'am..."

Smiling wryly and with a sparkle, the giant Karen strolled off,
nude except for heavy boots, in blowing, chilly winds. I was
trapped by her awesome rear-view. Big broad back, her butt bunns
jiggling with muscular power, big thigh-muscles rippling with each
step, swaying, muscle-laced hips... OOHHH! I exhaled!




By myself, though nude and shivering from the cold, I tarried a
while and gazed upon these splendid examples of human-powered-
transportation... and wondered WHERE she found them! But first, I
went back in the house and PUT ON SOME CLOTHES for pete's sake.
Like she said, between me and the walls. Then I returned to
repairing the two pedal-cars.

As I opened them up, I saw parts, sub-assemblies and materials
unheard of anywhere else. The pedals were different, the drive-
train... not a chain but trackers... going under the seat to a
series of gears rather than derailleurs. And the pedals... they sat
upon two parallel tracks on roller-bearings. Apparently to pedal,
the feet go straight back and forth... the trackers terminated in
a rack... for those of you who are not mechanics, a rack is a
straight gear. The two racks meshed with two independent pinion
gears... both coupled through one-way ratchet-clutches to the,
apparently, transmission... and those are just the beginning!
The seats, the steering, the gear-changer - ALL COMPLETELY
different...

That's when I began to suspect, something's up. Something just
isn't right! What is a paved road doing in extreme north-east
British Columbia, almost to Canada's North-West Territories where
all other roads are dirt? And why is the road so narrow? One could
hardly ride a Harley Davidson on that teeny strip of pavement. It
would make a great bicycle route however. What are all these
unfamiliar manufacturers of pedal-cars? What is the Central
Capital? British Columbia has NOT a Central Capital. And she just
referred to these pedal-cars as cars... when she first did that I
thought she was talking about a... an automobile, you know, a
Chevy, Ford or whatever. In fact, I pictured a big, muddy pick-up
truck...

"I'm having a look around!" I said out loud to myself as I laid
down that exotic looking pedal-car part, and got up.

I searched here and there... not a one! NO engine-powered cars at
all. I DID find a nice dirt-bicycle... its name plate said "Johnson
Transportation"... never heard of it. I also ran across what
appeared to be wings of some kind of ultra-light plane or glider.
It was disassembled.

I searched further out. With clothes and a coat on, the cool winds
actually felt nice. I enjoyed strolling in the green meadow with
wild-flowers waving in the wind. The rolls of dark-grey sky
engulfed all the surrounding mountain peaks. Anyway, I was looking
for any other sheds, huts or anything that might house a big, muddy
pick-up truck, typical transportation in this region of dirt roads.
My search revealed nothing but - I ran across a MOST FASCINATING
thing!

Out a bit from the house and up on a knoll, was an array of several
large solar-collecting panels! True photo-voltaics too! Thin wires
led from them to a hut made of field stones. Where the wires
entered the hut, they were held up on glass insulators. A sign with
red skull and bones seemed to be warning of high-voltage. I
couldn't read the language, maybe it was French. There is a lot of
French influence in Canada. Opening the door to the hut revealed a
strange looking, huge... I assume it was... BATTERY inside. Thin
wires went to a pair of terminals on one end. The other, big fat
end which was connected to the smaller end by two pipes, had thick,
heavy wires coming from it. Outside, the heavy wires led to the
house.

SOLAR POWER! She uses solar power! How wonderfully ultra-modern of
her! What an advanced idea!

Now my head was filled with a thousand questions that would have to
await Karen's return. What kind of a spot IS this? Where did Karen
get this kind of stuff? And WHAT is her LINEAGE? To be so big!

I would get a small part of the lineage question answered anyway
that evening...



I completed all chores Karen suggested I do including installing
the parts into the pedal-cars. And now they were coming. With the
skies still dark with rolls of misty protuberances hanging down
from the grey mass, the day darkened early. I could hardly see
them. But I could see enough as I looked through the kitchen
window. One was Karen and the other, just as tall and well built,
and nearly nude, was apparently her Mother.

Incredibly tough, those two, I thought. Through out the day, it had
rained, sometimes torrential. Yet, there they both were, nude
except for heavy boots and, for Mother, a VERY scant thong strap
on; but nothing else!

They came stomping in, opening the door and letting in a swirl of
misty rain and cold air. They left muddy boots outside and came in
bare-footed.
"WHAT'D I TELL YOU ABOUT THEM CLOTHES!?" boomed Karen.
"I was chilly!" was my reply.
"Take 'em off! Come shower with us! We'll keep you warm!"

I was expecting SOME kind of tempering from Karen's Mother... but
received precious little!
Her face appearing forty-ish and weathered as one would expect a
Farmer-Gal to be, her bright blue eyes looked me up and down. She
had that same pink-blond hair of her Daughter. Mom's face was the
only age give-away. Everything else was as strong, perhaps a little
tougher, and athletically well-formed as Karen's.

"Wait 'till he strips, Mom! He's cute!" Karen commented.
"Well don't push him! If he feels cold, he might catch flu or
something. Maybe when this gumpy weather clears and it gets more
like summer, he can go naked for us." replied Mom.

At last, some kind of control on Karen from Mom. She turned to me
and with her hands on her knees and bending over to my level and
with a voice so dulcet, she asked, "What's your name, sweetie?"
"Franky"
"I'm Woods-Spirit, so named for my ability to practically disappear
into the forest back in the days before I was... um... civilized."

Civilized? She had to be civilized? What was she before?, I
thought.
She continued with a laugh, "But that name is a mouthful! Just call
me what guys in town call me now, Blondie!"
"O... okay... Blondie..." I said nervously.
"Come now, with us! We need our baths! It would be SO nice if you
bathed with us and helped us scrub our backs and... so on!"

They hustled me to the shower with Karen practically ripping my
clothes off. Indeed all three of us showered together.
But... it was kinda fun! I scrubbed both their huge expanses of
back with Blondie in particular asking me to scratch harder. Her
back felt like leather and was literally "bumpy" with muscles.
Karen's back was a show of muscles as well but covered with
smoother skin. Generally, I was between two lively chunks of muscle
in that shower. I was helpless against the considerable touching
and feeling over I received from them.

But then the shower water grew cold and cut it short.
"No sun today for the hot-water" Karen announced, "What heat there
is comes solely from the photo-cells -"
"Dam! I was just getting in to it!" Complained Blondie, the Mom.
We came out of the shower with that big, rough Blondie feeling my
butt, crotch and all else. I noted her rough vagina. Big thick
callouses lined the "lips" of her genital. Her vagina in general
gobbled "crotch-space" with a considerable amount of wrinkling
around where it sat. It had to be the meanest, ugliest and scariest
genital I ever saw. I wouldn't like my "part" to go into THAT I
thought. Karen's was already rough enough. My "part" already had
slight blisters from this morning's sex with Karen.

Blondie grabbed me, wrapped a huge muscular leg around me and
pulled me into her big, hard-muscled arms. No way could I get
loose. Feeling me over, she began rubbing that calloused vagina on
my side. She huffed and groaned. Karen only looked on casually. I
actually became afraid. Blondie became exceedingly vigorous - the
rubbing of that sand-paper genital on my hip and leg began to
blister - then...
"OOHHH! I GOTTA RELEASE IT! But he's so FRAGILE - I'm going outside
and BLOW THIS OFF or I'm gonna hurt him!"

Blondie released me and charged out the kitchen door.

Somewhat flustered, I stumbled around a bit. Karen said something
like, "Golly, cutie, you're just to freaking sexy!"

I saw through a window the big, rough Blondie straddle a small
tree-trunk and began thrusting her ferocious genital on it. Soon
Blondie quaked the outdoors with thunderous screams of pleasure and
relief. The tree shook violently under her powerful thrusts.
Finally, she calmed.

Blondie came staggering in the kitchen door while Karen calmly
prepared supper.
"Feel better Mom?"
"OH! I haven't released or ANYTHING in days with all the planting.
I was just so wound up! And he IS sexy... and cute!"

Blondie passed me on the way to a sofa. She took me up in a tight
hug. Her genital still steamed. She released me then flopped on a
sofa with big legs spread, her arms behind her head and exhaled
"WHEW!".

Karen said, not entirely joking, "Maybe if we feed him our milk,
he'll grow some, and get stronger. Then he can take us. I already
fed him my milk this morning."
"Yeah," replied Blondie, "he might grow some, at least get
stronger." Then she turned to me and boomed out, "HEY! Come here
you yummy thing! Lets get some vitamins in ya!"



They did not allow me to wear any kind of clothing at all. Totally
nude, I depended on their nude bodies for warmth. At supper, I sat
between the two. The rest of the night was for their sexual
entertainment. I scratched or massaged backs, danced, and whenever
I could, penetrated their voracious genitals with my already
blistering genital. But through it all, they were always sweet to
me... firm, but sweet.

They made me suck their genitals when they saw I couldn't copulate
with them enough. They showed me how. Before, I only heard about
such things but now I was doing it.


My concern that they would not let me sleep was unnecessary. After
the evening's sex orgy, they let me sleep, between them,
peacefully. And although I worried about it some, they did NOT roll
over on top of me.



The next several days went that way. I was a sex object to them,
hardly more.

In fact, it almost appeared I was their slave. When at home in the
evenings, I was to entertain them sexually. During the days, it was
clean house, fix things, and even, working out on a simple weight-
set they had (just one barbell and weight-plates). They never let
me wear clothes. But when they were in the fields or otherwise
gone, I wore clothes in secret.

Once, Blondie went to town (although I didn't know WHAT town way
out here) in a pedal-car. The car Blondie used was one with a large
area for cargo just behind the seat. She carried... milk... THEIR
milk, expressed from their breasts. Apparently, they fetch
considerable money for it. But I wondered who they sold it to way
out here in north-east British Columbia. They called the town
"Junction-128", a strange name at best... sounds more like a
serial-number. I would see the town later, but that day it was
"Stay home and clean house!" again.

Somehow, they made me feel better and become healthier. Maybe it
was my imagination, but I felt better! I had more energy, seemed to
gain good weight (muscle) and didn't catch cold or flu despite my
being chilled many times. ALL of their meals were totally
vegetarian; no meat, no eggs.

Although they were gentle and sweet with me, they talked with me
little. Most of what I know about them is from supper-table
exchanges between the two.

I was astounded when I found out Blondie's age. To me, her face
appeared early forties; strong, tan, stern yet, gentle. But her age
at that time was 132 years! With Blondie's strong, massive muscular
body that does grueling farm-work in the chilly air while naked!
132! Karen's age surprised me too, but to a lesser extent. Though
she appeared early twenties, she was thirty-eight! That also meant
Blondie was pregnant with Karen at the age of ninety-three to
ninety-four! I wondered what their secret was!
Both of these big Muscle Women went around naked except for,
sometimes, Blondie's teeny thong. Whenever Blondie went to town,
she wore it. She wore it in the fields. Karen NEVER wore ANYTHING,
even when she went to town. She seemed to have an aversion to
clothes. I wondered how the people in that town reacted to those
two giant muscle-gals coming in naked. I thought it was one of
these types of cases; What does a seven-foot-plus, 300 pound muscle
woman wear? Anything she wants!

I began to wonder why Blondie even bothered with that sheer patch
of cloth. It was nothing but strings in back. All of Blondie's big
muscle-butt was exposed. Once as Blondie prepared to go to town one
morning, I asked her about it. "I gotta wear SOMETHING over this
big ugly vagina of mine!" was her frank answer.

Maybe she had something. Blondie's vagina, as I mentioned before,
was huge with heavily calloused lips. Skin wrinkled up next to it.
Although big and rough, her vagina was sort of sexy that way.
EVERYDAY Blondie (AND Karen) either copulates with me or...
otherwise... on me or some other object; and several times a day.
I would guess this daily hard usage of their genitals resulted in
their vaginal callouses.

And as far as that goes, the two giant Ladies kept their genital-
area well; but in different ways. Blondie kept her pubic area
clean-shaven and usually covered with that sheer thong. Karen's
pubic area was a profuse bush of blond and light-brown hair that
she fastidiously combed to keep it even and parted in the middle.




Then FINALLY, I was to find out some astounding things about this
PLACE as well; that Junction-128, Central Capital and the rest of
it.

I had been with them maybe two weeks. Actually I was considering
going home. But I knew NOT the way out. When they were in the
fields I tried my pedal-car on that narrow paved road. It went west
alright, into those vary mountains I spent that stormy night on.
But it never joined any dirt-road. It meandered off in another
direction. So I was dependent on them to show me the way out.
And... I DON'T think they're going to!

Being a sex-object and slave for two big muscle-women is
tantalizing, erotic and fun... for a while. But they never talked
with me. It was just orders; "Dance for us!", "Have sex with us!",
"Entertain us!", "Scratch my back!", "Clean this and that!", "Fix
this or that!". If I asked any question their answer would either
be brief or "You don't need to know that!"
That was their answer, for example, about this business about
Blondie becoming "civilized"... I just wondered what that was
about.

Finally, however, the two Farmer-Ladies arrived to a point in their
spring-early-summer-planting that they felt they could relax a bit.



One eve, at supper, I heard Karen ask Mom-Blondie, "Can I glide
tomorrow? I haven't done so yet this spring or summer!"
"Well, just because the plantin's done don't mean you can just play
and play. But you'll have a little time in the evening and night."
"Can I take Franky?"
"Why do you wanna take HIM for? I want him to dance and entertain
me sexually in the evenings. Besides, wouldn't his weight throw
your balance off for gliding?"
"I can compensate by repositioning the canard-wings and main wings!
Please may I take him? He's always here and needs to have some
fun!"
"Karen, if a man is always inside a woman, that's all the fun they
want. They think of nothing else. They appreciate little of art,
the beauty of God's Earth, or anything like that. When you glide up
there in the skies, you are enjoying and experiencing the art of
GOD. Men don't appreciate things like that! They just want in a
woman."
"That ain't so! What about the Man that civilized you? He went in
the woods to..."
"To have sex with a wild woman! An untamed, un-thinking, meat-
eating beast! That's all I was!"
"If all he wanted to do is have sex, he could have gotten that
anywhere! No! He went in the forest to civilize you..."
"Look, how do YOU know? You weren't even born!"
"But from your own words, he turned you away from satan's way of
killing animals and eating their meat like some hideous forest-
beast. He could've been eaten himself!"
"Nah! Even in my wild state, I wouldn't have eaten a man! Okay,
okay. He came in there at first to find a wild woman. They have
bigger sex-drives than civilized ones. And they have sex harder and
wilder. Then he saw I was prettier and sweeter than he thought a
wild woman would normally be. So he went to the effort to civilize
me so he could stay with me in civilized conditions. I guess I owe
him a dept of gratitude. Then later, he got tired of entering my
same ol' vagina everyday so he left. That was 43 years ago and I
haven't seen him since. I was even about to revert to being wild
again until the Mayor of Junction-128 pitied me. She gave me this
land to farm and spent quite a bit of her time counseling me. So,
it was a WOMAN, not a man, that solidified my civilizing. So don't
tell me about men!"
"But Franky is obviously a Beta-Race Man from the Central Capital.
He's full-grown, an adult, yet he's still so small. So he's GOT to
be Beta. They're more artistic and sensitive. Please let me take
him!"

This is typical. The two talk ABOUT me, not WITH me. Blondie
thought about it a minute. Then she said, "Maybe he doesn't WANT to
glide with you. How can you know?"
"You COULD ASK me," I blurted out. Blondie stared at me almost like
in wonder.
"You SEE, Mom?" Karen then turned to me and asked, "Well Franky, do
you want to glide with me? It's beautiful. From the heavens so high
you look down upon the moon-washed valley, and the twinkling stars
of Junction-128 below; they seem to be communicating with the
twinkling stars above, like messages to home!... the feeling of
being free! Like a floating spirit..."
"YES, Karen, I want to go!" I said, in earnest.
I glided with a friend once. It was great. I was sure these
mountains would offer great beauty.
"Okay! I'll take you tomorrow!"
"Alright," started Blondie, "But late tomorrow. You still got a lot
of tasks here on the farm."

After another evening dancing, sexual entertainment and stoking two
voracious vaginas with as much of my cream as I could and after
scratching big Blondie's back until she fell asleep, it was to bed
between the two of them and think about what it would be like
gliding with Karen.

More surprises.

First the glider.



"We'll use THIS car," Karen said to me, about 4 in the afternoon
when Mom decided she had worked enough.
Karen pointed out that slightly larger pedal-car, the one with
large cargo space behind the seat. Karen said further, "Sorry we
don't have a tandem-car, but you're small enough to sit in there.
I'll bring plenty of blankets and pillows... and I'll allow you to
wear clothes. And don't worry, it's safe. I sometimes take a kid,
a 12 year-old girl, she's about your size, in there. Before I did
it the first time, I filled the space with rocks to simulate her
weight, then tested wing-positioning by pedaling down a level road
real fast then taking off to glide several feet over the road.
After I got everything right, I let her ride and tested some more.
THEN we went up the mountain and took off. So you have nothing to
worry about except to have fun!"

Indeed, it looked like a dazzling experience about to be had. But
the "kid" caught my attention... a 12 year old girl? My size? I'm
six feet even and 180 pounds! My size!? This seems to be a land of
giants!

Then I wondered, she kept saying "this car" about the wingless
pedal-car with the cargo area. How is it to fly? She mentioned
positioning the wings... detachable wings?

"Okay, let me get everything together and let's go. Weather's
great! Clear, stable air, and moon out so I can still fly after
dark."

Karen bound over to the end of the shed where I saw what looked
like wings of a glider, taken apart, earlier. It turned out they
are a "wing-set" just for pedal-cars!

Both my pedal-car and theirs have streamlined bodies. They would
make superb glider fuselage. All they need are wings.

Karen prepared the wing-set for towing behind the pedal-car. She
secured them on a wheel-set then hitched the assembly to the pedal-
car. A small panel had to be removed from the pedal-car's rear-
under-side. That exposed a standard hitch.

Various bands, clips, what looked like airplane-controls, a couple
tools, pillows, blankets and ME went into the pedal-car's cargo
space. It was cramped. I was sitting on my knees and could hardly
move. But after arranging blankets and pillows and settling in, it
was comfortable!

Then Karen's big, naked tanned body of powerful muscles climbed in
with all of us "cargo-items". The pedal-car's suspension creaked
and grunted from her heavy weight. The pedal-car quaked, shaking
"us items" in the cargo-space. The seat squeaked and sagged as she
settled in, put feet in pedal-shoes (semi-permanently attached to
the pedals) and closed the gull-wing door. Big quad muscles and
hamstring muscles flexed powerfully and we were on our way!

There were no windows in the cargo space except for a rear wind-
shield. I could also see out past Karen's beefy shoulders to the
front wind-shield. The windows on Karen's either side offered more
viewing area. By leaning correctly, I could see rearward via the
rear-view mirrors, one on each side.

First was the experience of Karen's "muscle-engine". We trundled
slowly on their dirt drive until we arrived to the narrow paved
road. She turned left... and TURNED ON THE JUICE!

I had been sort of leaning on the back of her seat looking around
and as well, looking at her impressive legs. That was an experience
right there! Karen sat supine, semi-reclining on that seat, a very
comfortable pedaling position known only to us pedal-car "nuts".
Hanging on to the back of her seat, or the seat head-rest, or
Karen's own muscular shoulder, I could see down between her
mountainous breasts to her hard working legs. Such muscle!
Powerful! That was a sensuous dance in itself. Her muscles rippled
heavily with power on each pedaling-stroke. And just how MUCH power
caught me off guard!

After turning left onto the paved road, she must have juiced up
those legs hard. I tumbled backwards onto my pillows from the force
of acceleration! I sat there amazed as I heard gears whine from the
strain and felt surge after mighty surge of power accelerate us
quickly. Regularly, the surging stopped, Karen changed gears, then
the surging returned at a slower pace only to speed up again. I got
back up to the seat-back to view whizzing scenery. Her speedometer
read in units unfamiliar to me, I guess they were Canadian
Kilometers per hour but it did not really look like that either.
Using my experience with pedal-cars and my judgement, I surmised we
were over 30 miles per hour. Pulling a trailer and carrying a load,
the largest part of which was MY 180 pounds, that's pretty good!

We passed the plateau area of Karen's farm and began climbing. This
slowed Karen down of course but the speed stayed on what seemed to
be 15 miles per hour. YOU try THAT going up-hill with a heavy load!
Heaving surges of her power brought us up the mountain with ease.
The gears whined loudly with each surge.

A grand, beautiful vista rewarded Karen (and me) as we topped the
mountain. From it, all of two valleys could be seen. I wanted to
stop and take it in. But the huffing Karen continued on to the
descent. Now she too could rest. She let us go fast at times, but
kept our descent in check with her hand-brakes. The twisting,
turning, hair-pinned road reminded me of similar roads in the
Cascade Mountains of Washington State.

I can not remember every turn and twist, but Karen turned onto
other narrow roads and wound around until we were climbing steeply.
Of course her speed went down as she meshed lower gears. But the
rate of climb amazed me considering all the weight she was pulling.
Karen huffed like a steam engine and her leg-muscles were bundles
of rippling, rolling power. Naked, the heat off her body heated the
interior of the pedal-car to the point I could take my jacket off!

Higher and higher, the valley below was far and WAY down there.
Long bluish shadows stretched across most of it for it was late
afternoon. The road became bumpier and narrower. Finally, at a
great height over the valley, I saw a sign whose words I couldn't
read. "Look-Out-Park!" huffed out Karen, "We are almost there!"

It wasn't much as far as a park facility goes. A couple of picnic
tables is all I saw. Nobody was there. The road was dirt after the
sign.

As Karen climbed on higher, the road dwindled to a trail. Finally,
Karen stopped in a grassy clearing spangled with wild-flowers. She
opened the gull-wing door and stepped out. When she opened the door
and got out, in came a swirl of frigid air. Back on went my coat!
She toweled off her steaming, sweating body of muscles and then
draped the sweat-soaked towel over a tree-limb. She would use it
again later. I couldn't see how she could stand that cold while
completely nude, but she not only didn't mind, she seemed to relish
it. Karen stretched, long and luxuriant. My eyes popped out ogling
her awesome body as every muscle writhed and flexed. She completed
the stretch with arms up in a classic "muscle-pose" with humongous
iron biceps bulging out.

Karen worked quickly attaching the wing-set. I helped a little,
holding that, holding this, handing Karen various items and tools.
With a series of straps and harnesses that hug the pedal-car tight,
the wings attach, effectively turning the pedal-car into a glider
of respectable characteristics. It turned out to be a "canard"
arrangement; the small wings, arranged like a "V", were on front.
The big main wings had a span greater than the pedal-car's length.
Cabling linked the smaller, canard-wings to a stick controller that
mounts to the pedal-car's steering post. Two tools, hitch and
wheels were tossed into the cargo-space. Actually, there was now
LESS stuff in there with me than before. So I would have a little
more room while flying.

With wings attached, the whole rig looked sharp. It looked like it
could really soar. I began to climb into the cargo-space when Karen
stopped me. "Not yet, cutie, I still have to carry it to the final
launch site."
"Carry?"
"Yeah! It's nothing... unless YOU are in there!"
"Okay!" I laughed. "May I help?"
"No cutie, just walk carefully behind me, I can do it myself." She
smiled beautifully at me.

She stepped over to the pedal-car and with no effort, heaved the
whole thing up, flipped it endwise and held it upside down. So
burdened, Karen began walking.
"Why upside down?" I asked.
"The bottom of the car is basically flat. The top is more or less
rounded. It's easier to hold."

Karen picked her way up the dirt trail, still climbing. At times we
were near a cliff that dropped over 8000 feet. The trail
disappeared altogether and we were walking on grass strewn with
many rocks, gnarled trees and squat bushes. We approached a great
expanse of bare, flat rock that angled upward a bit. At the end of
it, a sheer drop of nearly 9000 feet threatened. Karen set the
pedal-car down at the grassy edge of the great slab of stone. She
pointed the car up the rock, toward its end which jutted into clear
blue sky. My heart started to pound...

"Is this it?" I asked, worried.
"Yeah! This is where we get in and start the fun! Hurry! Get in and
get comfortable!"
Karen opened the door and motioned me in. I squeezed behind the
seat into the cargo area and settled in comfortable. Karen's huge
body followed, quaking the entire pedal-car and making the wing-
tips rock, see-saw-like.

Karen settled in. She secured her feet in the pedal-shoes. She
closed the door. She selected a gear and drew back both feet and
held there.
"Okay, sweetie, lay back now, take-off's a little rough."
" yes ", I croaked out feebly, my heart pounding.

I settled back, leaning a little to one side in such a manner I
could just see the pedals. They were BOTH in the "drawn-up-
position", that is, drawn back toward her seat. That is something
I hadn't noticed before. A pedal-car's pedals are capable of
independent positioning.

A mighty, super-mega-thrust of power kicked the pedal-car forward
furiously as both her feet went forward at once - she immediately
assumed powerful standard pedaling. The pedal-car surged ahead
gaining frightening speed - and headed right for that cliff! I
could see it, through the windshield, coming fast! I froze - she
pedaled faster - the cliff closer - the front of the car heaved
upward and the bumping and trundling-sound ceased... replaced by a
stomach-turning wafting sensation and the swish of air.

I could see only blue sky. Karen already stopped pedaling. Timidly
I inched up - through the window I saw the rugged and awesome
scenery. Way up over craggy rocks, Karen banked into a turn to
steer clear of another mountain-top, part of this area of peaks.

Karen banked and turned a few more times and then settled into
stable flight. We were airborne!

And it was great! All of what gliding or soaring is supposed to be
and more. Karen puffed for a while, then caught her breath and
simmered down. Her hard work was finally over. Now she could join
me in relaxing and enjoying the flight.

With ease of skill and experience, Karen guided pedal-car-turned-
soar-plane through footless paths of air. I began to relax, I was
in good hands. With that nerve-pounding take-off done, soaring is
quiet, sedate yet fantastic. Nothing happens fast. Karen nosed down
a little sharp at first to make good speed in getting away from the
mountain. We were now in mid-sky, the mountain far away as was the
valley below. Karen decreased descent-rate and we both settled in
for a relaxing soar.

I was glad when Karen at last closed a ventilation louver that had
been open to cool her powerful body. Now she too relaxed, so the
over-abundance of heat coming off her body ceased. Karen would
chill as well with the louver open. I was able to remove my outer
coat.

I was absorbed in breath-taking views when Karen spoke suddenly,
and softly... "How do you like it, sweetie?"
"This is magnificent! True flight, the way it is for birds! It's...
it's... so relaxing yet exciting... I didn't know this could be
done with a pedal-car! This is really something..."
"A car has a body excellent for flying. It just needs wings and
some way to get it aloft." Karen explained softly, obviously in a
state of relaxation as well.

Occasionally our soar-plane would be buffeted gently by whatever
turbulence. As Karen maneuvered, circling, banking and so on, or
when encountering turbulence, it would creak and groan a bit...
sort of like a sailing ship. It was the only sound other than the
gentle, ever-present swish of air. Once I asked about the creaking.
Karen calmly replied, "It's normal. We are NOT going to fall
apart!"

Karen handled the flight so well, I surmised she must have been
doing this for a long time. I asked her about it...
"I started this hobby five summers ago. I do it mostly during the
warmer months although sometimes I do it in the winter. Snowed
under mountain-trails and landing places are the principle
obstacles to winter-time flying." Karen replied. She continued, "I
purchased the wing-set and took the included lessons. And, I've
been doin' it ever since. Three summers ago, little Vicky, a girl,
the daughter of a Farmer whose farm is some miles from ours,
discovered my activities. She HAD to fly with me. That's the first
time I experimented using THIS car, the one we're in now. The car
I had been using had no place for a passenger. After a lot of
testing with this car loaded with rocks to simulate Vicky's weight,
I saw it was okay and so, began taking Vicky up with me. Every year
she's a little heavier. That first summer she was ten, and weighed
140 pounds. Next summer, eleven at 160 pounds. Last summer she was
twelve at 190 or maybe 200 pounds. She keeps getting bigger and
more musclely. I wish I had a tandem-car. That way she could help
me pedal up that mountain for take off. She hasn't flown with me
this summer... yet. I'll bet she's well over 200 pounds now that
she's thirteen, and strong as a bull-moose! This'll be the last
year that she'll be able to squeeze in where you are!"

As we continued to soar so blissfully, I found it curious that
ANOTHER big gal, an up-and-coming one, had now been mentioned.
Vicky, thirteen years old and already 200 pounds and from Karen's
indication, 200 MUSCULAR, FIT pounds!... a girl well on the way to
becoming another Amazon!

Karen broke the silence with "Its handling a little front-heavy, I
think I should have positioned the main wings a little further
forward. Seems I misjudged your weight, cutie. What do you weigh in
at anyway?"
"About one-eighty."
"Oh! THAT explains it. I surmised your weight to be about the same
as Vicky's was last summer. But you're lighter so it's throwing the
handling a little forward."
"Are we in danger?"
"Nah! Just a constant tug on the stick here to keep the nose up,
that's all. If you would though, when I tell you, just before
landing, squeeze as far back as you can, okay? That'll help throw
the balance rearward."
"Uh... okay!"

Just a wee bit of concern, only for me. It didn't concern Karen at
all.

All good things wind up eventually and so did our flight. The
valley-ground visibly drew closer now. Karen was tightening up her
vigilance and presence on the stick. As pleasant as soaring is,
there IS one thing about it... you have only one chance at landing!
You can't blow it! But soar-planes land so gently and slow, one
almost has to TRY to crash. A soar-plane takes so little runway,
one can almost land within the confines of the WIDTH of a runway.

Excitement grew as the ground drew near. And... Karen just HAD to
horse around a bit!

I could see there was a small country town below us. "Are we
landing there?" I asked.
"I always land in a field just behind Jackie's Donut Hop. She owns
the field and, because she loves me and I love her, she allows me
to land there. Anyway, I always buy donut or ice-cream every time
I pass through! You can order something there too when we get
there!"

"She loves me and I love her" I pondered as I gazed at the ever-
approaching ground... and town's buildings.
"Aren't you getting a little close, there?"
"Don't worry, sweetie! I'm gonna give 'em an air-borne bow!"

Karen dived sharply toward the town. She cracked open the gull-wing
door a bit and hollered, "YAAA-HOOOO!" at ear-piercing volume! We
zoomed over the tops of buildings with maybe 30 feet clearance! I
was petrified but I saw out the corner of my eye some folks on the
streets below turning. I also noticed, real fast like a flash,
that... well the person or two I saw appeared to be dressed for a
beach... next to nothing. Karen pulled the door shut and rocked the
wings see-saw manner before pulling out of the dive. My knuckles
were white as I clung to her seat-back. "Be careful, Karen!" I
urged.

We came out of the dive not too high either. I thought Karen had
misjudged and in trouble. But with skill and authoritarian command,
she banked, lined up with a field of mowed grass, and wafted us
gently towards it. "Shove yourself back now, cutie! We're goin'
in!" she ordered me.

It took some effort for me to release my tight grip on her seat-
back, but I did and I sat as far back as I could. From that
position, I couldn't see out well. The winged pedal-car leveled and
felt like it was floating on cotton, then "CHUNK!", the wheels
contacted ground and the pedal-car-plane became a vibrating,
trundling creature of the earth. Right away I sat up to have a
look. We were never in danger. We had just floated down with all
the vigor of a falling handkerchief. Already, we rolled to a stop.
Flight over.

Karen opened the door and climbed out. A swoosh of pleasantly cool,
dry air replaced her furnace-body. "Okay, cutie! Face-stuffing
time! Oops, almost forgot..."

As I pulled on a sweater to ward off this lesser chill, Karen
leaned over back to the panel of the pedal-car. She opened a small
compartment... sort of like a glove-compartment only much smaller,
and brought out a small, black plastic thing on a delicate gold (or
colored like gold) chain necklace. Karen put it on over her head so
that it hung around her neck. The black square settled deep in the
cleavage of her breasts. This was the first time I saw Karen wear
ANYTHING at all! I wondered why she bothered with that. Oh well,
fashion-statement, I guessed. Now for the show!

I was anxious to see peoples' reaction to this big, giant, muscular
mega-blond wearing not a stitch come walking, in her usual big,
hip-swaying strides. I followed her, feeling like a little brother,
towards the back of what appeared to be a small restaurant or,
well, like she said, a donut shop... or hop? Did she say...

Apparently a gal name Jackie was the owner and Karen's friend. I
followed Karen to the establishment's rear door. Without knocking,
Karen strolled in with me following. And I was to be hit with yet
more surprises!...

"WELL! KAREN!" boomed a powerful female voice. And up came ANOTHER
giant woman, as tall as Karen and as powerfully muscled, AND NAKED!

The muscle-woman bellowed, "I thought I heard that insane yell! HAH
HAH HAH! The Fly-Girl Bird-Brain RETURNS! HAH HAH!"

This second Amazon, sporting rich reddish-brown hair in a pony-tail
on one side and free flowing hair on the other side of her head...
yeah, "punk" style... took Karen up in her powerful arms and
squeezed! With the muscles in those big arms bulging, this second
Amazon hugged Karen long and hard! Such a hug would have crushed
me. Her hands then moved to Karen's big muscle-butt and felt and
squeezed. She even wrapped a leg around Karen's body. She thrust a
few times, rubbing her crotch on one side of Karen's hips. As she
did so, she moaned, and the huge glut-muscles of her butt flexed
powerfully with each thrust. "So", I thought, "they are that kind
of good friends."

Amazon number two, who I assumed was Jackie, gave Karen several
pecks on the lips. Karen took it in and seemed to enjoy Jackie's
long embrace.

No cloth kept the two apart. Karen of course, was nude. This new
Lady was nude but wore an interesting hip ornament. A decorative
string of beads hung off her powerful hips. On the front, a small,
flag-like pendant, snow white, hung just in front of her vagina.
Her big breasts, well formed arms, muscular hard butt and all the
rest were just like Karen's. The two Ladies were equal in height.

Finally, Jackie released Karen... a little... partially... and
huffed out, her voice obviously effected by passion, "OH! You feel
SO GOOD! HOOWEE!"

Jackie held Karen's shoulders and pulled Karen closer. With
Jackie's chest held out with those breasts sitting pertly on that
chest, she gently allowed her nipples to caress and tickle Karen's
nipples. Karen closed her eyes, inhaled then exhaled, "Oohhh!"
while holding her breast out as well.

"You like that?" cooed Jackie. Karen only sighed with quivering
voice, "Mmmm!"

With her hand still feeling over Karen's body, Jackie turned her
attention to me... "And who is THIS sweet thing all bundled up so
cuddly?"

Karen shook her head clear of her ecstacy, then said, "The sweetie
is Franky! He's a lost traveler from the Central Capital, or
somewhere thereabouts. He's a Beta Race! He's cute, got a lean,
hard body if he'd take all that cloth off, and surprisingly
intelligent and sensitive."

Jackie replied, "He COULDN'T be Beta. I've been in the Central
Capital. Beta race guys and gals are dark-skinned and have
absolutely black hair. And, although they're smaller than us, they
are bigger than your sweetie there. They run about six-feet-six-
inches at about 240, men OR women. But whoever he is, he IS sooo
cute!"

Jackie FINALLY let go of Karen and with muscle-laced hips swaying,
came toward me. Big thigh muscles rippled with each step. She
looked DOWN at me with bright blue eyes under long, reddish-brown
bangs, smiling sweetly.
"He's really cute!"

Jackie pulled me up to her steaming body. She forced my head, at
her breasts' level anyway, between her breasts. She spoke to me...
"Franky, my name's Jackie. I own this donut hop. You want anything?
It's on the house!"
"How 'bout a nice, big cola?"
"You got it! Okay, come on you two. Have a seat up front. What'll
YOU have, Karen?"
"Your biggest chocolate ice-cream and... make it eight chocolate-
covered donuts!"
"Coming up!"

We had been in back, in the rear-most of the kitchen. As we walked
toward the front, with me following two giant, naked Amazons, I
spied a kitchen worker. Taking a big tray of freshly baked donuts
from a large oven, her big arm-muscles flexed under the load. She
caught sight of me. She smiled pretty and winked. The sun-shine-
yellow-haired gal was every bit as tall, tanned and muscled as
Karen! She too was naked except for a bright green pendant just in
front of her vagina. The two-inch by two-inch square of cloth hung
off a plain string.

THREE! No, FOUR! I forgot Karen's Mother. What IS this place in
Canada? In this forgotten corner of extreme north-east British
Columbia? Four Women I have met or seen, and every single one a
bomb-blast-Amazon! I've discovered the lost land of the Amazon
perhaps, I mused.

Well, I was in for more...

We parted doors to the customer area. There were not many
customers. Most of their business comes after dark. But there was
a few, enough, actually, to allow me to, at last, "re-calibrate"
myself to a new standard...

In one booth was a guy, and what a guy, sitting across from his
Lady. The man's front was towards us, the Lady, therefore, had her
back to us. That man had acres and acres of chest! A huge expanse
of stony pecs! Egads! I was jealous! What a physique! BUT...
NO BIGGER than the ladies! Amongst them, I was a RUNT. This guy
merely matched the women. But still... broad, muscular shoulders,
a lot of biceps, heaving chest and wash-board tummy. He caught me
staring... he smiled and nodded a greeting in a hearty, friendly
Farmer way. I returned the greeting while trying to hide my
amazement. As we passed that couple, the corner of my eye saw he
was wearing a brief thong and she... the same. She had short,
yellow-blond hair and a souped up body... just like Karen, Jackie,
and... every OTHER woman here!

Another couple at another booth... same report, just slightly
different styles and colors. The first guy's thong was stark-blue.
This guy had on black. The woman with him wore a teeny skirt split
all the way down the sides. NO WOMAN I have seen so far, wears
anything on top.

And another single customer at that time was a woman. You can guess
it by now... big, muscles, naked except for some scant mockery of
clothing just in front of her genital.

We sat in a booth next to a front window. Good. I could observe the
street. All men and women I observed were the same general way.
Super physiques, scant, sometimes absent clothing, and brash, no
shame attitude towards sex. Once I was mesmerized by the sight of
a nude muscle-lady, walking slow and luxuriant, with a equal-sized
man following her. He wore a teeny g-string that had something
large and getting larger in it. As the two kept walking, he showed
much interest in her big, muscle-jiggling muscle butt. And she kept
looking back, inviting.

"Well, that's it" I summarized in my thoughts to myself, "I am in
a splinter-society, a cult-town. These people found this remote
part of Canada and started a small kingdom inside British Columbia.
And in it, they have their own laws, standards and behavior."
concluded my thoughts.

I was only partially satisfied with that summary, however. There
are yet missing pieces to this jig-saw-puzzle.

I decided to relax and enjoy this. These people seemed friendly and
peaceful enough. I was having fun. There I was with knock-out
Karen, being entertained, flown in a soar-plane, taken up glorious
mountain vistas and now being fed. I could not want for more!

After bringing out chocolate ice cream piled high in what looked
like to me a number-2-tub, and a tray of big (to me, anyway, they
were seven inches across) donuts, and my half-gallon of cola,
Jackie sat with us and gabbed gabbed gabbed with Karen.



After a while, after cleaning the "tub" and devouring all donuts,
Karen ordered another eight chocolate-covered donuts to go, to eat
during the next flight down.

Then I saw what her necklace was for. To pay, she took from the
black, plastic locket, a one-inch disk all rain-bow colored... like
a CD.
Jackie slipped it into a slot on the register. She reported the
price of the goodies to Karen, took the disk out and handed it back
to Karen. Karen put the disk back in the locket. Transaction
completed.
Whoo! Some kind of high-palootin' technology!

I followed Karen past the kitchen, back to the field and to the
winged pedal-car. Karen took the wing-set down, and re-rigged it as
a trailer. I took up my place with straps, cables, and other stuff
in the cargo-space behind the seat. Karen's powerful legs, now
refueled by donut-derived-carbos, propelled us out of the field and
onto the street. She took off down the street and out into the
country. Before long, we were climbing that mountain again.



By this time the sun tarried behind mountains to the west and
specks of cloud glowed orange. The sky graduated from pastel orange
to yellow then green, light blue and on to dark blue over-head.
Brighter stars were already out. Night was on the way.

When we arrived to the sign and two picnic tables that marked the
park, Karen had her headlights on. Still nobody at the park as we
passed through and on up the dirt segment.

Again, in near darkness this time, Karen stopped us in that
mountain meadow, exited the pedal-car and yes, that towel was still
there which she used again. With the gull-wing door of the pedal-
car open, its built-in dome-light lit our work. Karen used a flash-
light for inaccessible areas.

I worried, saying, "Karen, are you sure we can fly in the dark?"
"No problem! I do it all the time. Because Mom always makes me busy
on the farm, night is about the ONLY time I have to fly. As long as
the weather is clear, I can see just fine. The field behind
Jackie's will be lit. Even if it ISN'T lit, the car's headlights do
just fine. That happened once, hah-hah! The town ran out of solar-
power 'cause of a string of dark, cloudy days. I was soaring,
drawing near but still pretty far up when suddenly, phht! The town
disappeared! Well I could still see, but as I lined up with the
field, I needed better light for judging descent and all of that.
So I switched on my headlights and... no more darkness! I was able
to see the field clearly and I made my landing just fine."

Something caught my attention... "Ran out of WHAT? Solar power did
you say?"
"Yeah! This entire town is powered by a large, central source. The
hill with acres of solar-collectors and the building with all those
batteries are located on the other side of town. All people do is
pay a bill each month for electricity. The town deals with keeping
the system going. If there's a string of dark days, the batteries
WILL run low, and if folks use a lot, they'll run out of
electricity in the middle of the night!"

Wow I thought, I entire town powered by the sun! This place has NO
shortage of surprises.

Karen heaved the completed pedal-car-plane on her back and we, as
before, completed the climb on foot. Once again, Karen set the
glider down at the beginning of that big expanse of flat rock, we
squeezed in, and Karen's powerful legs had us launched in no time.

In mid-sky, the remaining sun-set was fantastic. Beautiful pastel
colors graduated to dark-blue with stars above. A full moon rose to
the east. Below was black except for the twinkling of the town's
lights.

The quiet, serene swish of air was accompanied by chomp chomp chomp
as Karen devoured donuts. She offered some to me. I could only eat
two of those monsters.

Approaching the town was erie yet beautiful. As we drew near,
details of amber-lit streets came out. Karen DID change her
attitude because of the dark. No more horse-play. No more wild
dives, shaking the wings or hollering. She merely guided the plane,
sure and steady, over the town's buildings, clearing them by maybe
100 feet. She soared over some forest, banked, lined up with the
field lit by a single flood-lamp mounted on Jackie's Donut Hop, and
gently floated us in. After the wheels contacted ground, hardly a
hundred feet went by before we came to a leisurely stop.

Karen and I thus left the serene world of the night skies and
entered a loud, florescent-lit, raucous world of a fully populated
hop at night.

Again entering the back-door of the kitchen, loud, heavy-bassed
music throbbed away. Jackie, the other kitchen help seen earlier,
plus three other nude athletes, one, a man wearing a g-string,
scurried filling orders. Orders were for hamburgers... or vege-
burgers I should say; there was no meat anywhere, vegetarian subs
and other items, drinks and of course, donuts.
Jackie gave Karen a hurried smile and nod of the head. Karen served
herself and I. To pay, we left the kitchen for the front where
Karen took out her disk again, put it in the cash-register herself
and completed the transaction. Apparently knowing how to do it and
with Jackie's trust, Karen relieved the busy staff from dealing
with us. With to-go packages of donuts and colas, we departed for
the kitchen and out back, but not before I had a look around.

The hop was a collection, a gallery, of awesome, gigantic
physiques, both male and female. Easily over half the ladies and a
quarter of the men were nude. Dancing wildly, they showed their
partners some awesome moves!

Some folks kept staring at me, for I was the different one with all
my clothes. Everybody else was naked or nearly so.

Anyway, we went back out to the pedal-car where we reversed the
procedure... wing-set "trailerized"... and back up the mountain...
this time under the stars.

That star-lit and rising-moon-lit forest took on a foreboding
appearance. Especially when we arrived at the park, still deserted,
(does anybody ever come there?) the forest was dark and boogery.

We were engulfed in darkness. Black silhouettes of trees reached
toward the garland of stars and milky way. On that mountain, the
air so clear, the milky-way indeed DID actually appear "milky", the
result of zillions of faint stars coagulated together.

Mounting the wings was a cold operation. Now completely dark, what
little heat there was on this mountain made a fast get-away. But
still, hardy nude Karen seemed to enjoy it. With ALL my coats on
plus additional blankets, I still shivered a bit as I followed
Karen carrying the winged pedal-car up the mountain to the launch
point. It was nice to get back in that cargo-space and bundle up.

In mid-sky now, the mountains were lit a ghostly silvery-blue by
the moon. The isolated area of stars below that was the town seemed
to twinkle a greeting to the huge expanse of stars above. The
effect, dramatic!

I was surprised how clear one could see under the moon-light. As we
glided down and approached the town, the roof-tops and trees lining
the streets were clearly lit, a pale-blue, by the moon. Amber-
colored street-lamps assisted by high-lighting the streets in a
warm amber wash; it was as clear as reading a map! Alone with Karen
in that pedal-car-glider, I felt isolated up there. The town below
churned with activity of the night, and there we were enveloped in
nature's night time serenity. Once again, Karen skillfully, easily
guided us in to the field behind the hop for another feather-light
landing.

What a change! Into the back of the kitchen, on through it to the
front and we were exposed to that raucous of loud music, dancing
and the crowd... that crowd... a display of super-physiques. Karen
purchased another big box of donuts... but vanilla coated this
time. Then it was back out to morph the glider back to pedal-car.



After another cycle, up the mountain and gliding down, the hop had
slowed greatly. Only a few customers left and no music at the
moment. This time Jackie tended us. Whenever Jackie got the chance,
she felt over Karen's body, or even embraced her. Once Jackie
embraced Karen and rubbed her vagina a couple times up and down
Karen's big leg. I heard Karen say, "Oh! You're hot to go, eh!?"
"Mmm hmm!" Jackie cooed.

My big ears barely made out Karen saying softly, "A couple more
flights then I'll take sweetie home. Then I'll come here..."
something like that. Jackie embraced Karen and kissed her lips
gently, smiling and smoldering. I must admit to a great deal of
fascination watching those two big, naked muscle-women touch and
feel each other. I wondered what it would be like when those two
REALLY got going!

I began to think Karen and Jackie were going to succumb to their
passions right there, but Karen finally tore away. She desired more
gliding. The night was beautiful for it. Tomorrow Mom would put
Karen to work again, and an approaching front would deteriorate
flying conditions anyway. Karen bought more donuts and we were on
our way.



Up the mountain, into the park's dirt trail, another ride through
that dark, engulfing forest and into the clearing. It was freezing
cold... to me. Karen just toweled off her sweat and began working
mounting the wings. Seeing me shiver, she offered "You don't have
to help, just stay bundled up." Then her big, muscled body went to
work re-morphing pedal-car to glider.

Another moon-lit glide down. Cold was beginning to penetrate pedal-
car, coats AND blankets. When Karen pedaled up the mountain, it was
okay because her hard-working muscular body acted as a furnace. But
while gliding, all those powerful muscles on Karen idled,
generating little heat.

Again, approaching the town, the moon-lit roof-tops, the amber-
washed streets, and then Karen lined us up with the field and
touched gently down.

Exiting the pedal-car-glider was very cold now, even in this
valley. Of course big naked Karen only thought it felt good.

Into the kitchen we went, into the wash of stark-white florescent-
light. All kitchen help had gone home. Jackie turned from cleaning
as soon as Karen came in. She walked straight away up with lips
sultry and steaming to Karen and wrapped her up in muscled legs and
arms. Karen almost lost balance from it but was held up by sturdy
Jackie. Jackie rubbed her vagina vigorously upon Karen's side,
coating Karen's hip and upper thigh with vaginal juice.
"Please! You crazy fly-girl! I gotta have you! Every time you came
this evening I burned for your body and your touch!" Jackie huffed
out amidst heavy breathing. Jackie's hands rubbed and grabbed
Karen's muscular butt, and reached into Karen's crotch.

Karen, as well, felt over Jackie's body, pulled at her beads that
lay around Jackie's hip and held the pendant in front of her
vagina. Karen unsnapped it. It fluttered to the floor.
"Okay, girl! I'll do you..." Karen puffed out.

And I was standing there like a statue. I was mesmerized until
Jackie turned her face with hair streaming wildly across it and
eyes effected by lust and said, "I'd invite you with us, but you're
so small, you might get hurt, besides, there's somebody in the hop
up front that wants to meet you. Go, we'll be out in a few
minutes!"
Jackie went back into Karen's body and huffed out something like,
"OOHHH! I can't STAND IT!"
"Okay, Jackie, I'll take care of you..." Karen huffed out, feeling
over Jackie's butt and crotch.

Hesitantly, looking back a few times I proceeded through the
swinging doors to the hop...

And I saw something that snatched my mind off Karen and Jackie...

Like a blast from the past, like a reminder of where I came from,
there he sat. A Cop, a Police of some sort, chomping donuts! It
wasn't about just a typical Cop downing donuts, that wouldn't have
snapped my mind from Jackie and Karen. It was that he was here,
HERE, AT ALL!

Beside him on the table was one of those flat-brimmed hats; that
plus the uniform he wore... he was indeed a Canadian Mountie,
although perhaps without horse... at least I didn't notice one
outside. I briefly looked around. Nobody else there except for the
big, muscular gal that sat at the same booth across the table from
the Cop. I almost hadn't noticed her. By now, the giant, naked
physique has become standard to me. It was the fully clothed,
uniformed Mountie (and myself) that stood out like a fugitive from
the law of averages.
"Well! There he is!" spoke up the Mountie, hearty and friendly, his
face alight with smiles. The big muscle-lady whose broad, strong
back was toward me turned too, placing her well muscled arm on the
booth-back to facilitate turning around. Long, smooth brown hair
draped her shoulders. She smiled that usual bright, inviting smile
these Ladies in this "world" are so capable of.

"Pull up a chair here, friend, or, heh-heh, maybe sit next to HER!"
he boomed out, smiling.
As I approached, the muscle woman slid over on the booth and patted
the space next to her to invite me there. But I, still commanded by
an up-bringing of prudishness, automatically pulled a chair from an
adjacent table intending to sit at the end of their booth. But when
I saw her pout, in a teasing way; I put back the chair and... slid
in next to her. A heavy, muscular arm went around my shoulders and
pulled me up next to her. I enjoyed her warmth, the hop wasn't
heated.

"Don't you LOVE IT?" boomed the Mountie. "This is Shangrila, or it
could have been! And the finest, best, most logical, most human
society I've EVER seen!"
"Yeah, I... ehem!", my throat had a "frog" in it, garbling my
speech. I repeated, "Yes, THAT'S for SURE! I certainly have never
seen anything like it!"
The Mountie continued, and by the way, he had a slight French
accent, I wondered if he was from Quebec. Anyway, he continued,
"You see that Cop you're sitting next to?"

COP? I had no idea... I looked at my booth partner... and up to her
strong, bright pretty face smiling away at me.
"U-huh!" she nodded, "I'm a Police, a Deputy, actually. If you
misbehave, you'll spend the night in the poky, with this smokey!"
she said good naturedly, pointing at herself.
She turned toward the Mountie and asked, "Was that the correct
language of your people?"
"Right on the money!" announced the Mountie heartily.

I looked again at the Lady in the booth with me. She released me a
bit to accommodate me sliding away a bit so I could get a good
over-all look at her.

All her seven-foot-two, muscular body exposed, her only clothing
was a small blue pendant in front of her crotch, a little larger
than Jackie's. It hung from a belt of some sort. From this belt
also hung a walkie-talkie radio residing in its holster on her big,
muscle-laced hip, the side next to me. Indeed, when she pulled me
close just then, I had noticed something there but was too blown
away to realize just what. The other hip held a club, like a
"billy-club". She had blue arm-bands on each of her muscular arms
with insignia on them. And she DID have a hat, one of those
military-officer's style of hat, next to her on the booth next to
the window. Her big, bare breasts, augmented with underlying chest-
muscle, had obscured it from view before.

I couldn't help it. I had to say, "WOW! Let's see you in your hat!"

With smiles she accommodated, placing on her hat and adjusting it.
As she did so, with her arms up like that, I saw an awful lot of
big, iron biceps. "You like?" was her simple question.

"WOW! YEAH!" I responded, hypnotized.

She took the hat off then draped that powerful arm on my shoulder
and pulled me close. Again, I enjoyed her warmth.

The Mountie continued, "So, NOW you see that Cop next to you? She
has only a club as a weapon. It's like the olden days, long ago
when people respected Police. I on other hand, have to carry a 45
caliber on my beats in Canada. And I have a Tech-9, that's machine-
gun, in the cruiser. Gosh, it's like going to war any more. But
here, her word is authority. No one disputes!"

Looking at the smiling muscle-lady-Cop again, I commented, "I
wouldn't dispute HER either!"
"Well, her size and muscles may be impressive, but remember, all of
her people are about the same way. It's the quality of this society
here that allows her to suffice with only a club. In Canada, AND
the United States, the biggest, most muscle-bound Cop in the world
isn't getting any respect unless he has a canon on his hip and even
meaner weapons quickly accessible."
"Yeah, I guess so..." I nodded my head in agreement.

The Mountie changed his expression and subject suddenly with "Well
Son, I didn't bother you just to talk about conditions of Police
here or else-where, but seriously, I'm making sure that you realize
just where you are. My name's Jacques Bossuet and you can call me
Jack, and the Lady Police here is Angel Running-Deer..."

The Lady-Deputy added, smiling sweetly, "Just call me Angela!"

The Mountie, Jack, continued, "Anyway, as soon as I came in here
tonight, and Jackie, the owner of this place, made mention of
ANOTHER small, and I quote, 'overly-clothed' individual, I
immediately recognized the possibility of another hap-hazard
traveler of 'The Passage'!"
"The Passage?" I echoed.
"Correct..." started Jack when Angela interrupted, "Did you
suddenly realize things were not right when you found yourself on
a certain mountain about 30 miles west of here? A very rocky
mountain, barren of much vegetation?"
"Uh..." I started up, thinking back, "As a matter of fact, I DID
stop on a mountain under very intense aurora-borealis lights, then
a storm, ... then, I woke up in a meadow of green wild grass and
wild flowers... and Karen appeared out of no-where! She said she
towed me off the mountain for it was dangerous up there."
Angela laughed a bit, "Hah-hah! Good old Karen, the Queen of the
wilds! Well, I thought you may have come from there. That mountain
has..."
"IIEEYY! OOHH! OOHH!..."
Suddenly, Angela was cut short by screams emanating from the
kitchen. Not terror screams, but screams of ecstacy! And it was
Jackie's voice. It caught the attention of Jack who leaned a bit to
look toward the doors of the kitchen.
Angela boomed, laughing, "WHOO-EEE! Somebody's stoking Jackie's
furnace! And I think I know who it is! You've been flying with
Karen, right? In that contraption of hers?"
"Uh, yes..."
"And you left Karen back there in the kitchen?"
"Yes"
"THAT'S it! I THOUGHT I noticed Jackie on edge tonight, yeah, sorta
all hornied out! She sure loves that Karen!"
Jack ventured, "You mean Jackie and Karen are..."
"Seeing what they're made of! HAH-HAH-HAH!" answered Angela loudly,
before Jack finished his question. "We should be hearing Karen
sooner or later!" she added.

"You see?" started Mountie Jack. "ANOTHER great thing about this
society. Obviously a lesbian affair going on and it's... NO
CONCERN! This society is TOTALLY DEVOID of that hateful puritanism
that Canada and United States has to put up with."

With a puzzled look on her face, Angela asked, "What was that? Les-
ban... affair?"
"The word is Lesbian. It's what people of my society call two
ladies gettin' it on."
"Huh!" Angela pondered, "A word for that! Sometimes I'm like Jackie
in thinking maybe you DO come from another planet!"

Jack looking pensive, agreed partially, "Yes, in a way, that's
true. But you were given the same explanation from that Scientist
as I was. I come from a society that existed several million years
before yours. I come regularly through that passage on Susan's
Mountain, the same one YOU apparently came through, uh, Franky. Is
that your name, 'Franky'? Seems that's what Jackie said."
"Yes, my name's Franky. WOW! So you think I came through some kind
of TIME CORRIDOR! HEAVY! I can't believe it!"
"If you can't believe it, use this place to help you believe it.
Have you EVER seen ANYTHING like it?" asked Jack.
"Well, no. But I thought it was some kind of splinter society or
cult set up in the remoteness of north-east British Columbia..."
"British Col... is THAT where you were before you... ended up
here?"
"Yes! I was on a pedal-car trip, you know, a pedal-car..."
"But how did YOU get a PEDAL-CAR BEFORE coming HERE?" asked Mountie
Jack, now really puzzled.
"After searching, searching and searching, I finally found a
manufacturer in Toronto. They make a 'Car-Cycle X-4', which I
purchased for this trip. There's a couple other manufacturers and
several experimental builders of these 'human-powered-cars or
vehicles' around the United States and Canada. Articles about them
appear from time to time in BICYCLING Magazine, and there is a
news-letter put out by the IHPVA, or International Human Powered
Vehicle Association. Anyway, it took some doing, but I finally
found and bought one of those fascinating vehicles. And now I run
across THIS place, and it seems EVERYBODY has a pedal-car, and very
advanced ones at that! It looks like they've been building them for
hundreds of years!"
"Well, they have!" started Jack. "It appears that Susan's Mountain
has more surprises than we all thought! YOU came here from British
Columbia, but I come here regularly from a remote mountain
wilderness in extreme north-west QUEBEC. Anyway, this society has
had pedal-cars for over 5000 years. And their electronics, computer
and medical technology are all over 5000 years old. But you
wouldn't know it, would you? They keep it well at bay."
"Yeah, that's for sure..." I agreed.
Jack continued, "Our Society is like a kid with a new toy,
especially when it comes to computers. But these people quit
letting technology tell them what to do, like OUR society does.
THESE people tell TECHNOLOGY what to do, then they shut it out of
their lives. There are several other elements to this society but
you see the results; a hang-up-and-paranoia-free society of fun-
loving, warm, level-headed people! I come here at least once a week
to hang out here and have these delicious giant donuts. These
donuts are out of this... well they ARE out of ..."
"AAAHHHH! OOOHHHH!"
Another set of loud screams blasted from the kitchen, Karen's voice
this time.

"WHOOO-BOY! Now Karen got hers!" laughed Angela. "They should come
out in a few minutes, floating! Hah-hah-hah!"

Then Angela turned to me saying, "I think I should interject here,
I am not sure about what he says of HIS society, but after a
tumultuous past, we HAVE I think, pretty much straightened things
out. We DID go through a time of over-use and abuse of technology,
especially genetic engineering. But we're passed it now and there
remains only ONE social problem, and that's an over-indulgence in
sex! No one of us can go through more than half a day without sex
in some form if even it's only masturbating. Scientist say it's
because of massive genetic engineering that made us a race of
super-people, you know, what YOU have noticed. Big, tall, average
life-span 300 years, muscular and... as a by-product of all this
robust health, strength and vitality, a robust sex-drive. I guess
it goes to show you, there's no such thing as total perfection in
a human society. Other than too much sex, we have lesser problems
that keep hanging on like..."
We heard the kitchen doors open, and looked back.

Karen and Jackie came out, arms around each other's waists. They
both had serene smiles. They were obviously in bliss. Jackie either
forgot, or intentionally failed to put her bead and pendant back
on. So Jackie equaled Karen in nudity.

"YO!" boomed Angela, "You two love-birds have a seat. I got
somethin' for you to do, Karen!"

Karen and Jackie pulled up chairs and seated at the end of our
booth. Then they placed arms around each other.

Angela began, "Karen, you gotta show Franky here, the way out. Take
him back to Susan's Mountain, TONIGHT, or it could be to late!"
"WHAT!?" asked Karen, puzzled and leaning toward Angela.
"Don't you know? He's like JACK here, but his passage to the other
time is not reliable. He must go back before conditions change..."

Well THAT made my heart pound. Mountie Jack obviously had been
trying to get to that but interruptions from screams of ecstacy and
getting side-tracked onto talking about this new society kept him
from it until now.

Deputy Angela now took the lead. It worried me! I asked, "What do
you mean, 'before conditions change'? You mean I'm in some sort of
danger?"
Karen joined in saying, "I had no idea he was from there! He has an
ordinary car like the rest of us. I just thought he was a Beta-Race
guy from the Central Capital!"
Jackie chimed in, "I done told you he ain't Beta-Race. They're
dark-skinned and have mid-night-black hair."
Karen continued, "Well anyway, I thought he was just another guy
from... OUR land, just small, that's all."

Angela asked, "Karen, have you taken a close look at his car? Did
you see any differences?"
"Well, no, but, well, it IS different looking... and smaller... I
just thought it was a car built for his size. You know, maybe a
kid's car."
"WHAT is BETA RACE?" I finally demanded.

Angela replied, "We haven't time for a thorough study of our
history, but the Beta Race mysteriously appeared over 3000 years
ago. Our society was a mess. With their leader-ship... and most
people believing they were Angels sent by God to save us, they
helped us control technology, especially the then-rampant over-use
of genetic engineering. In short, they SAVED our society and made
it what it is today."
Jack butted in loudly, "And interestingly enough, from what I
understand from my many visits here and talking with their
Scientists, the Beta Race MAY have come to this land the same way
WE did, through some kind of passage. This happened over 3000 years
ago and it is thought to be none other than a 3000-year-ago tribe
of American Indians! The Beta-Race were originally AMERICAN
INDIANS!"

But something did not match in my mind... I asked, "But American
Indians are avid meat-eaters. How did they, in leading this society
from disaster, get along with this, this, almost religious,
vegetarianism? I've seen from Karen and her Mom, they think meat-
eating is monstrous and evil, like, from the devil!"

Jack replied, "Like many newcomers to a foreign land, they may have
slowly picked up vegetarianism from the people. It is not unusual
for a newcomer-people, even invaders, to pick up the ways of the
natives after many generations."

"Well, I don't know about all that stuff, but we MUST get you back
home!" insisted Angela.
"But why?" I asked. "Jack comes here all the time..."
"His case is unusual. Also, he is taking a chance of not getting
back by coming here so often. He DOES keep his visits short,
however..."
"That's RIGHT!" agreed Jack. "I come here a few hours for a chat
with them, a spirit-boosting visit to this fine society, and...
these donuts! Conditions change at the passage points. Sometimes
you can get through, and sometimes not."

Angela continued, "As the Scientists explained to me, it depends on
the genetic make-up of your body, AND the make-up of your soul,
your spirit. We all have spirits which are individual. For reasons
Scientists can not even BEGIN to fathom, some individuals can use
a passage, and others can not. The seemingly stable passage that
Jack uses will not work for you. And Jack could not use yours. Most
passages are NOT stable, and disappear in hours or a few days."
"HOURS OR A FEW DAYS!?" I echoed, worried. Karen's expression
showed worry too. "I've been here for... three or more weeks!"
"Well don't panic yet! The passage can also last for years. But
they disappear suddenly. Karen! I think you should take him back to
where you found him, tonight!"
"And give up my sweet Franky?" Karen said, saddened.
"Karen, he has family and friends back home. Should the passage
disappear, he would be stuck here, forever! He would never see his
Mom or Dad, or any other family again!"
Karen asked, "What if the passage is already gone?"
"Then he'll continue to live with you and your love and warmth. We
will tutor him personally to educate him on the ways of our
society, our history and... well, lets save that for if it's
necessary."

Mountie Jack then interjected, "That you may know what we are
dealing with, I shall tell you, the Scientist that discovered ME
the first time I happened there, was at that location on Susan's
Mountain to investigate two other 'aliens' that became lost in this
society. So you, and I, are not the only ones that have stumbled on
to this."
"Two others?" I asked, now curious.
"Yes!" replied Angela, "Jackie can tell you too. Lost hikers, they
each were, and they followed the only road they could find 'till
they came upon this town... and Jackie's Donut Hop."
"Yes!" said Jackie, "Each of the two times it happened, he, or the
later one, a she, had too many clothes and acted strange and
disoriented. I fed them free of charge knowing their situation was
unusual. I called the Sheriff. Deputy Angela herself handled them.
They were lost, confused, frightened, yet, fascinated with... us!"

I asked, "What happened to them?"
"They could never find their way back!" replied Angela, "They were
escorted to the Central Capital where they received therapy... for
loosing their families forever... and re-educating. As far as I
know from last time I inquired, they are still there, getting
along. They will be in this land always, for the rest of their
lives."

I went pensive on THAT several seconds then said, sort of
automatically, "Well, this is not the WORST place to get trapped
in... forever!"
"Nope! It isn't!" started Mountie Jack again, "Everything is solar
powered, all vehicles are pedal-cars or similar except for some
electric trucks in Central Capital... and trains. And the society,
the people, are SO... so... well, level-headed! No hang-ups! No
puritanism, fascism or any of those bedevilments we have!"
"But we have some of our own!" said Angela, "As a Deputy, I know
all too well of that. And the indulgence-in-sex-issue is not
something just to chuckle about. It causes work slow-downs,
mistakes, sometimes dangerous ones, makes people late for meetings,
work and such, and... and all manner of other inconveniences. It is
NOT a good thing to be a-buggin' us!"

"You say a Scientist was waiting for you?" I asked of Mountie Jack.
"Not for me, she had no idea I was coming. Doctor Lynn Peree is her
name; she was there to study what she calls an 'Earth Accu-point',
sort of like Accu-Puncture points on the human-body, but these are
the Earth's. When they get active, strange para-normal phenomena
can occur. I remember how it happened. I was in a wild area in
north-west Quebec I like to hike in, it was my day off. But a
coming squall-line cold front had me hot-footing it out of there.
Then I heard Women's voices, some laughter and other conversation.
I investigated. I was going to warn them of the approaching front.
I approached the sound... suddenly it became warmer, static
electricity crackled a bit, I felt a tingling... and there I stood
face to face with... or I should say, MY face to HER bare breasts,
with a big, muscle-bound blond woman towering over me with an
amazed look... and several others behind her. THAT was Doctor Lynn
Peree. Being a logical, educated Scientist, she and those with her
were immediately able to calm my fears and theorize what happened.
So I was lucky in a way. Since then, my visits to this world have
been orderly, and I have kept my time here to no longer than
several hours at a time. So far, so good."
"WOW!, good heavens!" floated out of my mouth, automatically.

A second or two of silence, then Karen said, "Okay, okay, then I
should take him back to Susan's Mountain?"
"Yes!" replied Angela, "Tonight! You will have to leave him there
alone, for the passage will not work with one of us around. For
some reason, none of our people have ever been able to go through
a passage."

Angela turned to me - "And Franky, after Karen leaves you there,
wait a few minutes or an hour and then try to go back the way you
came. That is how it is done."

"Gee," Karen said sadly, "no more cute Franky..."
"It's for the best, honey. Another man will come along." whispered
Jackie in Karen's ear, my BIG ears picking it up anyway.
"Well," said Karen in a hearty, matter-of-fact way, holding back
her emotions, "Let's get going!"

Karen got up slowly. She leaned down to Jackie. Their lips met in
a kiss. Then Karen straightened up, turned to go and called to me,
"Come on, Franky!"

We still had the glider to convert back to pedal-car. The thought
of taking me back seemed to effect Karen. She was silent taking
down the wings and I even, for the first time ever, saw her
shiver... or at least thought I did. I offered her my coat.
"Thanks, sweetie, but it's too small for me..."

She turned to me and kissed my lips ever so gently. A tear rolled
down her face.

"Uh..." I stammered out, "Maybe... after I go back, if everything
is okay, I'll just come back sometimes regularly, like Mountie Jack
does."
"  Alright  ", replied Karen's quivering voice.

"The only thing that brings one of these mega-women down... Love-
sickness", I pondered to myself as I held a part of the trailer for
her to secure.

I squeezed in behind the seat and Karen followed me in, quaking the
pedal-car with her 300-plus pounds of muscle as she did so.

I detected a noticeably sluggish performance of the pedal-car
compared to before, and I don't think it was from being tired. She
had been doing this steadily and showed no signs of fading. Her
strength and energy are boundless, or seemingly so. Emotion sapped
the power from those awesome legs.



After some time, we finally arrived to her house. We vibrated down
the dirt drive to the shed. Karen opened the pedal-car door and got
out letting in a swoosh of freezing wind.

"Shh! Don't wake Mom. She won't let you go... maybe I shouldn't
either..."

Karen stood in the darkness of the shed a moment seemingly
contemplating while I clambered out. "Uh-oh", I thought.

Karen took one big step towards me and grabbed me in her powerful
arms. If she does decide not to let me go, I am helpless. But next
to her furnace body, and my head level with, and yes, jammed by her
hand in between her breasts, I was not so "dang sure" I wanted to
leave either.

"No!" She said with resolve, "I must let you go. You are out of
place here, everybody bigger than you, and you have no family..."

That almost disappointed me.

"Come on, Franky, here's your pedal car. Here, follow mine."

We rolled our respective pedal-cars out of the shed. She left her
cargo-pedal-car with wing-set still hitched, in the shed and got in
one of her regular, that is, without the large cargo-space, pedal-
cars. I squeezed into mine.

I followed her out. Down the drive, then turning right. We
descended from the mountain plateau she lived on down to the
valley. We pushed west-ward towards Susan's mountain.

We wound around and later began ascending. Higher and higher we
climbed until finally, not quite at the top, she pulled over. I
followed.

I froze when I got out. Icy winds railed at me. Karen got out,
naked, unaffected by cold but effected by emotions.
"I'll help you carry your car to the exact spot I found you." she
announced.

I hadn't known that when she took me off the mountain, I had been
some distance off the road.

Karen picked up my pedal-car, cradling it in her big arms. I was
curious...

"When you took me off this mountain, did you have to carry my
pedal-car like that to the road? And with me in it?"
"Yes, honey, I carried you just like this... and even with you in
it, it wasn't that much heavier than now... oh! You're so small and
frail and vulnerable... I wanna nurture you... and... and..." she
began to cry in earnest.

She stumbled a bit and knelt down, setting the pedal-car down. I
wondered if those same icy winds cutting even through my three
coats was effecting her. I rubbed her broad, bare, muscle-bumpy
back with a gloved hand.
"Karen," I started, not knowing actually what I was going to say.
"I'm okay, sweetie..." Karen declared as she rose again with my
pedal-car in her arms.

After a little more of the slow, sad procession over the ground
treacherous with rocks, Karen finally set my pedal-car down and
said, "Okay, honey, this is it! Where I first saw you..."
Karen knelt and cried once more. I knelt beside her and rubbed her
big back.

"Franky, sweety, just one more time, I gotta hold you! Come
here..."
Karen sat back on that icy ground, against an ice-cold rock,
unaffected. She pulled me into her lap and positioned me with my
face at her breasts. I embraced her big powerful torso, and she
sobbed.

Her furnace body warmed me. I must have been in her arms for a long
time...


Finally, never letting me down, with me in her arms, she stood up.
Her powerful quads made it effortless for her. Karen let me gently
into my pedal-car.

"Goodbye... Franky... oh!", crying, Karen leaned into my pedal-
car's canopy. Tears fell on my lap. She kissed my lips. I said
"Goodby, Karen, my heroine!" She stood up and closed the canopy for
me.

In the darkness I saw her huge silhouette stand over me a while,
then pick her way out amongst the rocks. Then I cried.



I woke up...

I looked around...

The sky was severe-clear-blue. It was not that cold. There was an
area relatively clear of rocks in front of me... I eased the pedal-
car forward. It rolled on its own downward with me keeping it in
check with the brakes. I arrived to... a wide, dirt-road. There was
that look, that appearance... The dirt road, twice as wide as the
pedal-car roads, had a slightly raised center where some vegetation
grows... yes, I was back in our time, extreme north-east British
Columbia. I was saddened, by that fact.



For a time, scientific curiosity overcame my sadness. I
experimented. With the pedal-car on the shoulder of the dirt road,
I climbed back on the knoll and tried... tried to re-enter that
world. Curiosity and my urge to experiment STILL not satisfied, I
decided to wait until night. I had enough provisions for that extra
day.



The hours dragged by slowly that day. Weather-wise it was
beautiful. It warmed to almost balmy, something like 75 degrees.
Several times I almost decided to tarry no more and just go on
home. But my curiosity persisted.



Night came. I slept a while in the pedal-car. About mid-night I
tried venturing out in the chilly air toward where I thought the
corridor was.

Nothing.

I thought, "Maybe I have to be in the pedal-car for it to work."
I dragged the pedal car up the embankment onto the knoll. It indeed
was the very place I slept that night of the storm and entry into
their world.

But, nothing.

Well, that's it then. No more Karen, Mom Blondie, Jackie, the hop
or any of the rest of them or that world. I had been held the last
time by an honest, true and loving mega-woman, and been tenderly
treated by her or others the last time.

I finished out the night in my pedal-car on top of that very knoll.
I wished tomorrow morning I'd find myself there again.

But I awoke to clear, blue British Columbian skies.

Nothing to do now but leave and go home. I did so after a breakfast
of k-ration, standard camper's fare. I longed for one of their
excellent vegetarian meals.



Toward late afternoon I encountered the first evidence of being
back. Five gigantic monster dogs came charging out at me from the
vicinity of a log cabin. Of course my pedal-car shrugged them off
but it just rubbed salt into the wound. I was back among the world
of meat-eating techno-savages, hardly removed from primeval
characteristics. And just like any primitive culture, they tend
towards fascism or the intolerance of any different thinking, and
the mistaken belief that nudity, and above all, sex, are terribly
sinful.

The society I was then re-entering worries more about thong bathing
suits, nudity, certain book-stores and sex while ignoring the fact
that everyday, thousands of animals' lives, lives given by God, are
slaughtered away according to satan's mandate of flesh eating...

Several more miles of dirt road, and more big-dog attacks and some
days later, I rejoined paved road. I returned to where my car...
uh, engine-powered-car, that is, awaited. I returned to Bellevue,
Washington in United States and my job as an Electronic Technician.



I tried to locate Mountie Jacques Bossuet. But calls to the
Mounties' offices or any other Police facility in Quebec failed to
locate him. Either they keep their personnel's names a secret for
their safety, or Jacques may have used a different name or... maybe
he got stuck there... cherish the thought.



A year later, I journeyed again to British Columbia to that same
spot. Engine-powered car took me, as before, three-quarters the way
there, pedal-car the rest of the way. I had a hard time recognizing
and identifying it for sure, but I returned to the knoll. Under
fair early-July British-Columbian skies, I searched for my world...
and failed. Both day and night.



I never have journeyed up there again. Now it's late 1995 and I'm
going to fax this yarn to the Sysop of a certain BBS that claims to
specialize in Muscle Women. I'm not much of a writer so I told the
Sysop to straighten it out, then post it. He replied to me via
email that he would use some of his standard place names out of HIS
stories that are purely make-believe. I replied "okay, whatever".

I'm not even going to try to claim this is a true story, for
sometimes I wonder MYSELF if it really happened.

Just... I hope you had a GOOD READ!
             ABOUT THE STORY AND ITS MYSTERY AUTHOR:

In the novel, DISCOVERY OF THE CENTRAL MOUNTAINS REPUBLIC,
available from the same source you acquired this story from, a
passage apparently through the Bermuda Triangle over the Atlantic,
was discovered. It was used to "travel", through time and space, to
the time-epoch of the Central Mountains Republic. There we
discovered a race of people possessed of robust health, vigor and
great size and strength... and the Women were equal to the men in
every way physically. This meant we had run across a race of
Amazons, seven-feet and 300 muscular pounds on average.

Then we found another race, a little smaller but seemingly able to
lead well, existed with them. We found out they came from a race of
none other than a Tribe of Native Americans from over 3000 years in
OUR past... as well as theirs. Apparently, this new race lead the
"original" society out of near-disaster. After that, thousands of
years of genetic engineering and cultural absorption changed the
new-comers. "Today" (in their future-time-reference) they are the
"Beta Race", no longer Native American. Along side the other
"original" race, they shun meat, use pedal-cars and solar energy
and over-indulge in sex... but... they still lead!

Much to our relief, this new society was very lax toward sex,
nudity and those kinds of things that are always wasting
government's time in OUR society... due to those neo-christian
fascists (not TRUE Christians!). But then we found out, that the
new society is intensely sticky when it comes to meat-eating!
Their theory:  Meat eating animals were evolved by satan and people
who eat meat and therefore kill or sponsor the killing of animals,
are following satan's plan. Satan feeds on fear, terror and hatred.
To breed these emotions, satan evolved the concept of flesh feeding
upon flesh. God's original plan called for animals to only feed on
plants... that's partially why plants are here.
"Don't be surprised that satan may have 'tweaked' evolution a bit
for its gain!" a typical resident of the new society would say,
"Remember, the Bible says God gave satan dominion of the earth!"

Add to the above the fact that this new society uses mostly human-
powered vehicles for transportation, has mastered solar-energy and
eliminated almost all violent crime, and you have a society that
would be very pleasant indeed to live in. Not to mention, ogling
those gorgeous Muscle Women! (And those gorgeous Men, for Ladies
reading this!)

Well, sadly though, it is all imaginary, an interesting and fun
write for me, and hopefully a good read for you. I'll give ALL I
OWN to the Person who can escort me to the Central Mountains
Republic for real! Any takers?

Looks like I almost found one... but I doubt it. I don't know, see
what you think. Apparently this guy had been logging on my bbs for
some time using the "general-use-password", "PUBLIC". I do not know
who does what because all users of that password are as one as far
as the computer knows. But there have been many downloads as of
late.

One day I get a voice-telephone-call asking for my fax number. I
gave who ever it was the number. A couple days later the fax
machine had sheet after sheet of a hand-written mess full of
misspellings. Though poorly organized, it WAS a story. Who ever it
was told me to fix it up and post it on the bbs as a featured
story. When I called this Gentleman, he said I can make the story
into another one of the series of stories from the Central
Mountains Republic. He said it happened to him while cycling by
himself in Canada's Province of British Columbia. He says "it
seemed like it happened, but it may have been a dream. It seemed
awfully real though."

I did add many of my standard Central Mountains Republic references
in fixing up his story. But the main points were kept:
>    He DID pedal a pedal-car or H.P.V.
>    He DID tour, alone, remote areas of British Columbia, on
     Canada's west-coast.
>    There WAS highly intense Aurora Borealis (Northern Lights).
     Remember, he was there in 1990. And as you ham-radio or short-
wave listening buffs know, that was a "sun-spot-peak-year", a
     year of maximum sun-spot activity. This produces vivid
     Northern Lights to occur every night in that area. And
     remember also, northern British Columbia is VERY close to the
     actual Magnetic North Pole. (All compasses point to here!)
>    He DID encounter big, muscular Women. They DID invite him to
     suck from their breasts. [All such descriptions were censored
     for this CompuServe/Web-site version.] Apparently it is custom
     for men to regularly suck from the breasts of what ever woman
     they have sex with. They believe it keeps everything in
     balance and it's good for the man.
>    He doesn't clearly remember what was eaten, but there seemed
     to be no meat in meals.
>    And, while there, he met another person from "our" time who
     was a regular visitor there.
>    And, he WAS warned to leave or else he might wind up stuck
     there permanently.

He said "I'm not even going to TRY to get you to believe this. I
just thought it might be a good story for your bbs."

I can't say if that really happened to him, but its awfully
tantalizing. I find myself extremely tempted to tour Canada's
British Columbia. It is a place of exceptional, rugged mountain
scenery anyway, passage or no passage to the Central Mountains
Republic!
                            GLOSSARY

AND NOW WE PRESENT A BIG, HUGE GLOSSARY OF... one word...
Just a word that kept popping up in the story. It is partially
self-explanatory, but we'll define it clearly here...

Pedal-Car      An enclosed, stream-lined, pedal-powered vehicle.
               The rider sits semi-reclining (supine). They are
               excellent for less than ideal cycling weather,
               protection from animal attacks particularly big
               dogs, and are convenient for carrying articles.
               Though heavier, they generally cruise faster than
               ordinary bicycles due to streamlining.

... Joe

For an uncensored version of this story, or for a catalog of
stories and pictures of Muscle Women, contact:
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