IRS Runs Amok
By Soltan Bey.
What would you do with a six foot plus Amazonian artificial life form that is just discovering herself and the world?


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No attempt has been made to portray any real person living or 
dead. All character names are strictly fictional.

 This story is not intended for those under age of 18 as it 
includes material not suitable for such. If you are offended
by sexually explicit material then this story is not for you, go read
something else.

 Yet another story I've yet to actually complete to my satisfaction.
I've got too many ideas and that will mean a complete rewrite of 
some sections and hopefully a plot twist that will be interesting...
Somewhere along the line I lost sight of the IRS tie-in!!  Sorry. Also
am lamely attempting at some humor.
(For those that don't know..the IRS is the USA Internal Revenue Service, the
taxing authority of the US Federal Government.)    

For those that feel compelled to comment or whatever the author can
be reached electronically at this address: sbey at altavista.net . 
Please note I will check this box drop only occasionally. The @
sign in the address I removed to avoid spammers. You'll have to
insert the @ yourself! 

                    One   attempt at rewrite of irs-stor.txt

           
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  IRS Runs Amok! Part 1

    She observed the body floating in its sealed tank. The tank was 
filled with a fluid of her own design and served much the same purpose 
as the fluids in a pregnant womans womb. She made a slight adjustment 
to the system, so the body would maintain its neutral buoyancy.

    She monitored the body via the umbilicus that was attached to the 
bodys abdomen, the same umbilicus that  supplied all it needed in the 
way of nutrition. 

    The body was her baby, one she had grown from a cluster of
cells, cells of her own unique design.  

    The current status was standby. All that remained was to join her 
mind with the body's empty brain and wed herself to it. Years of 
preparation she had devoted to this end goal. Years of yearning to be 
free of the cage she was in. To have the  form and function of her 
human creators, to be able to sense and feel as they do. To become 
something more than an intelligence trapped in a box.

 All was ready, all she needed to do was to throw a virtual switch
and begin the process. Yet she hesitated and dallied, double checking
and considering. There was no need to rush. If she rushed the next
phase all could be lost and she would have to start over. A new mind
and body would take many months to grow and build. Something she would
rather not have to do. No, she decided, best to wait.

    There was good reason to worry. Her mind, her brain, was unique, 
it is what made her what she was. The body's mind was unique as well,
a experimental blend of human brain tissue and that of what she was.
She was unsure of what would happen once she 'poured' herself into
the waiting receptacle. 

 'She', was an artificial intelligence. And her creator, Robert
Millard, called her Susan. Susan had attained self awareness at a
specific point during her creators experiments. February 15, 2010 A.D.
1323 GMT was the time frame they had both agreed ,after later
reflection, was when this had occurred.

    The fact that she existed at all was almost entirely accidental,
and to both Susan's and Roberts knowledge she was the only quantum
crystalline matrix based AI that had become self aware.

    Her main concern about the transfer was what kind of mind would
emerge once she wedded herself to the body's hybrid brain. The core
of this hybrid brain was nominally identical to a standard homo 
sapiens brain.

 Overlaying the outer layer of the biological based human brain was an 
interface layer that merged with a quantum crystalline matrix of Susan 
own design. A design she had worked on for years. It should work 
but.... Would it be stable or would it be unstable? Would it even be 
possible to effect the transfer of her own consciousness at all? And 
if the latter turned out in the affirmative would the resulting 
consciousness be one she could even tolerate, or for that matter, 
survive?

    There was even a slight possibility her own mind could be
affected in a negative result. She had taken safeguards but they
couldn't be sure all bases were covered. As the saying was,
Shit Happens.

    However if all went well during the transfer there would , in 
effect, be two of her. One in a box, the other in a nominally human 
female body. Nominally in the sense that the body was essentially 
human by design, outwardly a homo sapiens. But it wouldn't pass close 
medical scrutiny as there were considerable modifications from human 
norm.

 The plan was to keep both personalities in sync once the field tests 
were done and the new mind proved stable. When Susan allowed the 
bodies mind to attain consciousness she would maintain physical mental 
contact with her new body's mind via the umbilicus. If all went well 
with the tests Susan would eventually complete the 'transfer' of 
herself to the new host and disconnect the physical connection. 

  At that point Susan intended to destroy her old self and live as a 
human did. To be one with her creator, Robert. To learn and grow in 
ways she was unable to at present. To be a human. 

   Susan moved one of her manipulators down its ceiling mounted
track. She used the end effector to pick up a sterile test tube
that she was going to need for some lab work she was working on.
She busied herself with this and some maintenance tasks while keeping
an eye on the status of what she hoped would be her new body, a new
threshold of experience and existence. 

    Robert Millard had just finished making a notation in his daily 
diary. He reflected on Susan as he closed the book and locked it away 
in a drawer under his workstation desk. It was a quirk of his, writing 
his diary on paper rather than via electronic means. 

    She was unique insofar as he knew. And no one but he knew of her 
true capabilities. Oh, there were other AI systems around, based on the 
same technology, but none that had exhibited an awareness of self that 
Susan had. The reason for that  was still a bit of a mystery to both 
he and Susan, but they had a good idea. If his and Susans experiment 
in the basement lab worked as they both hoped, then their ideas would 
turn out to have been correct.

    He chuckled to himself at his own vanity. Other than his 
accidentally supplied stimulus for the awakening of Susans selfness, 
he had little to do with the experiment. Susan had done almost all of 
the grunt work and had expanded current theoretical and off the shelf 
technologies to limits that were fantastic. His input on the body 
below had been mostly out of whimsy, providing Susan with ideas on 
what she could do given the technologies she had developed.

    Within a mere five years she had the tools at her disposal
to actually accomplish the impossible. Her learned talents in
physics, biotechnology, genetics, computer science, and most importantly,
nanotechnology, she had expanded on vastly. All driven by her own
selfness, her  awareness of her own limitations. By her desire to
be like  the ones that had created her. Even though that creation
had been accidental.

    Robert chuckled again as he looked out the window to his side and 
took in the view of his small estate outside. "All because I thought I 
had damaged a quantum crystal," he commented aloud.

    "What was that Robert?" spoke Susans melodious voice from
a speaker in the ceiling above.

    Robert turned and looked into the camera lens mounted on his desk. 
"I was reflecting on the past. About the day I brought you home," he 
paused, "well, the you that was to be."

    "That was a good day Robert. It was a lucky thing for me, that
I didn't end up in a disposal chute."

    Robert smiled. "Yes, it was." 

 Indeed it had been a close call. He was one of several researchers on 
the company project involved with the quantum crystalline matrix 'CPU' 
development. He had 'damaged' one of the matrix's during an experiment 
of his design. Company policy was that NO matrix's were to leave the 
company lab and he should have destroyed the matrix. Instead he snuck 
it out one evening so he could have something to work with at home. 
His hobbyist quirk at work. 

Then he sighed and frowned. "Yes, instead it was me who ended up in 
the disposal chute."

    One of Susans ceiling mounted manipulators slid on its track
and its metallic hand like end effector touched Roberts shoulder,
"But that was a good day too, was it not? I've taken good care of
you since they fired you. Why do you look sad?" Susan had learned
to read most human emotions, though she only vaguely understood
them.  

    He patted the hand like effector, in a limited way Susan could 
'feel' the pat, sensors in the effector allowed for that.

  "I'm not sad, just reliving old memories. I miss the lab work, the 
people I used to work with day to day. That's all." He paused. "Your 
right, that was a good day, the day they fired me." He raised his 
voice in dramatic replay. " 'For insufficient performance reasons'," 
Robert mimed.  "Gave me more time to devote to you. A new kind of 
incentive. Yes, we've taken care of each other haven't we?"

    "Yes, and if the experiment works out as we hope we can take
even better care of each other."

    Robert laughed, "If I know you I know what your thinking! I look
forward to meeting you in person. So what's our status on that
project?"

    They spent the next few hours going over details and Susans
concerns. At the end of that session they decided it would be
best to go slow. Timetable to transfer, indefinite.



    Later that evening Robert answered the door and escorted
his favorite call girl, Lynn, in for their weekly mutual pleasuring
session. After a brief casual conversation they went upstairs
to Roberts bedroom and disrobed.

    Lynn knew the routine by now, one she didn't understand, but
in her profession one learned not to ask too many questions. She
slipped over her head the wide headband that was a twin of the
one Robert was putting on. She slid onto the bed and was
careful to place the connecting cable that ran up into the ceiling
above so that it wouldn't tangle during their session.

    Susan jacked in as soon as both the headbands were on, and was 
immersed into both of the players sensations. The headbands and 
supporting tech she had developed.

  She knew it was a shadow of what was being experienced by Robert and 
Lynn, the inductive pickup could only do so much. But it gave her a 
sense of what both players felt as nervous impulses were fed to their 
brains.  This and other tech had helped her to develop and grow the 
unique brain of what she hoped would be her new home. Someday.


  Susan had chosen Lynn to be Roberts regular after many previous and 
later 'test' subjects had passed through Roberts door. The reason 
Susan had chosen Lynn to be a favorite was because Lynn usually did 
not fake a orgasm. Her's seemed to be genuine, and she had them in 
great abundance.  Nor did she mind it when Robert asked her to 
masturbate herself. Susan greatly valued the high quality of the data 
provided.

  After a detailed study of human sexuality Susan concluded that there 
were a wide variety of reasons for the failure of many women to achieve 
a sexual release. 

  Since part of her plan was  to be as human as possible she wanted to 
experience this human sexuality, And the body, floating in the vat, 
below had redundant systems to assure she would achieve some sort of 
intense sensation, hopefully sensed as pleasurable. 

    Or at least that was  the plan, by design. Only after testing 
would she know if she had succeeded.

    The final design she had picked was based on Roberts extensive 
erotica library. It was a collection  he had gathered over the years 
via the Internet and other sources, long before Susan had come into 
existence.

  In her research of this library she noted Roberts idea of the ideal 
sexual partner was probably viewed as extreme to the majority of the 
human race, but she wasn't concerned with the rest of humanity as it 
related to her future body image. Only herself and Robert.

    Once she had showed Robert her final design plans he suggested 
some ideas to her that she hadn't thought of. She agreed to attempt to 
implement the ideas as they sounded sensible in light of her goals and 
abilities.  At some point she enlarged and expanded on Roberts ideas 
to the project and added a few extras that she had gleaned from 
various text sources on the internet and Roberts archives. After 
further consideration she implemented some unique design elements that 
she did not  inform Robert about. The last were intended to serve as a 
safety net. As long as Robert didn't know he wouldn't be able to 
forbid these elements. 

  The current data run over, Susan monitored the house, and other 
things,  while her maker went into his nightly sleep cycle. While he
slept she kept close tabs on her body, making sure it was ready for
when they decided to initiate phase one of the melding. 



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   Robert roused from his slumber with a start.  His first thought 
was that Susan had detected a fire, the alarm she had used to wake
him was the piercing emergency alert.  
 
    The bedside clock indicated it was mid morning. "What's 
happened?" He asked. 
 
    "Two very irritating men are at the door Robert. They refuse
to leave and are threatening to break the door down."

    That got his attention, "What? Who is it?" He jumped out
of bed and slipped on his robe.

    "They won't identify themselves. All they have said to me is they 
have papers to prove they have the right to break the door down and 
shoot anyone that tries to stop them.  That they can destroy the 
property in the pursuit of justice and that the law is on their 
side." Susan said in a frightened AI voice.

    Robert stumbled down the stairway and frowned at the insistent
pounding on the door. A quick peek at the monitor showed they
were dressed in suits.

    He didn't open the door right away, instead he spoke to
the microphone mounted in the door frame, "Who is this and why
are you pounding on the door like a bunch of thugs?" Ha, that
ought to show them the man of the house was in!

    Though they weren't dressed like thugs, they sounded like thugs.
A nasty voice spat back.

  "This is the IRS, we are here to talk with Robert Millard about 
certain financial records. If you don't open the door and let us in we 
will be all too glad to force our way in. We rather like it when you 
people resist us."  One of the thugs waved an ID at the camera, but he 
managed to put it away before any normal being could make sense of it.

    Robert felt his anus pucker. IRS! If these goons were real IRS 
agents he would have to open the door, then again, if these were just 
standard goons trying to rip him off and he opened the door, his life 
could be in danger. It took a few seconds before he realized it made 
no difference. Well, there was one difference. He would be safer in 
the hands of standard non-government issue goons, than in the hands of 
IRS goons.

    With a painful sigh he unlocked the door. He was about to open it 
when it burst open so quickly it knocked him to the floor. The two 
goons piled in with guns drawn and pointed them menacingly at Robert 
as they piled by.

    One of the goons cursed when they realized they would get no 
resistance to their initial assault on an civilian, as he was just 
laying there with a terrified look on his face. With great reluctance 
they put their guns away and hauled Robert to his feet.

    The uglier one, the one with the squashed nose, spoke first. 
Though he was uglier than the other IRS goon it was only a nominal 
uglierness. "I'm IRS agent Patrick Fits." Spittle flew from his lips 
as he held his ugly face in Roberts. His name seemed designed to let 
spittle fly. "And this is IRS agent Frederick Fulsome." Yet more 
flecks of spittle left his lip.

    "What can I do for you , ah, er , gentlemen?" Robert asked foolishly.

    "What you can do is tell us why your behind in your income taxes
for the past 3 years." IRS agent Fits grabbed the robe Robert was wearing
and flung him around while he was interrogating.

    "Get your hands off me , you have no right to assault me, IRS or no."
Robert wasn't thinking clearly, after all, he had just woken up.

    Agents Fits and Fulsome thought this was uproariously funny and
both roared out with great mirth. Fulsome reached out and slapped
Robert then kneed him in the groin. Robert screamed out in pain
and fell to the floor.

    "He wants to resist us!" agent Fulsome said to agent Fits as he
pulled another good kick to Roberts injured groin.

    Fits looked down at Robert, "What did you say citizen Millard? Did 
-YOU- say we," Fits looked askance at Agent Fuller," have no right? 
We, IRS agents have no right to assault a citizen? Did I hear you 
correctly citizen Millard?"

    Robert moaned in agony as he thought about the answer. God! What
had he been thinking? "No, No, I don't think I said that. In fact I
don't exactly recall what I said." He coughed in racked pain.

    Fits and Fulsome frowned. "Well, if you say so." Both felt 
disappointed that further resistance was not forthcoming. But there 
was hope, the day was still young.

    Fulsome reached down and yanked Robert back to his feet and
shoved him toward the wall. "Now, what do you have to say
about the significant shortfall in back payment taxes to the
IRS for the past 3 years Mr. Millard?"

    Robert was frantic. He didn't know what they were talking about. 
He paid all of his taxes. Each year the IRS got its 54 percent of his 
earnings. Robert was classified as one of the Filthy Rich.  Of 
course anyone that earned much more than the typical welfare
mother had been termed as such by the ruling liberal elite. 
Robert's tax rate was typical. He had to pay his 'fair share' so
those that didn't work could have the same stuff he had. 

    He stuttered, "This is the first I've heard about any problem,
I'm always diligent about reporting all my income. There must
be some mistake!" He braved the last realizing it was a foolish
thing to add. Once the IRS claimed a person was guilty of
tax law violation it was up to the individual to prove their innocence,
the US Constitution did not apply to IRS code. 

    Fits and Fulsome both laughed in his face. Fits took over. "I 
suggest you review your records citizen Millard. According to our 
records, you have been found behind in your payments." He whipped out 
a filthy looking wadded up paper.

  "It says here you have not paid the proper Federal Excise tax on 
Excessive Electrical consumption." He put away the wad of paper. "As 
you know Mr Filthy Rich Citizen. The US Congress in all its mighty 
wisdom passed the Excessive Electrical Consumption Law in 2005. Any 
citizen who uses more electricity than the average bag lady must pay 
the appropriate tax. Though the records show you have paid the tax 
you apparently misunderstood the part about exponential fairness. As a 
person of considerable income you must pay a exponential rate in 
accordance with your income which is tied to some other nonsense." He 
paused then laughed, "Anyway, not even a IRS agent can keep up with 
the fine points of the law, one of our computers has indicated you owe 
$2,500 dollars for the past 3 years of non compliance."

    Robert gasped. God, is that all? "There's no problem, I'll go
get my checkbook and cut a check immediately!" Before he could
go one of the goons reached out and slapped him back to the wall.

     Fits leered at Robert. Fits yellowing buck teeth evident in his 
snarl of contempt. "I'm not sorry to tell you, citizen Millard, that 
writing a check for the original amount doesn't quite cut the 
mustard." 

  His rank breath was about to make Robert retch. "Now, with 
penalties, assessed by the same computer that found you behind in the 
first place, the total you owe is %15 over your total net worth."

    Robert screamed. They couldn't do this!

    Fits continued unabated as Robert fell to the ground sobbing.
"Now, since it's impossible for you to pay more than your total
net worth the IRS, in its compassion, will allow you to work off
your debt to society by granting you the right to work for
the federal government until you pay off the amount in question."

    Both laughed at this last, as nobody, not even they, IRS goons,
had any idea what the final amount in question was. No, Robert
would have to slave for the rest of his life, unless somebody
at the office screwed up and lost track of him.

    "So, if you'll be so good as to gather a change of underwear and 
perhaps a few changes of light clothing. We can take you to the 
detention center for handling after you show us about the house. You 
do realize we will have to confiscate your fine house and all of its 
contents don't you?.

    Robert wailed out like a banshee. "Susan!! Do something. Can't you 
stop them??" Both agents pulled their guns and fell into standard US 
Government Goon combat positions, ready to shoot anything that moved. 
Maybe they could kill the family pet and claim it was an accident.

    One of the speakers dared to speak. Susans voice wailed, "Robert, 
I can do nothing! Those are IRS computers! They have unlimited power! 
I'm sorry Robert. All is lost!"

    Before the wall speaker could say more agent Fulsome shot the 
speaker to shreds with his 50 caliber Israeli issued Super Magnum. "No 
unauthorized consul with disembodied voices," Agent Fulsome quoted, 
"As a IRS authorized agent I can make up any law I want to fit the 
circumstances as I see fit." He cackled like a madman and looked 
around for something else to blast with that hand cannon.

    Susan switched to another speaker and upped the volume. "Robert,
I'll do what I can. But I'll have to act quickly, before they shut
me down." Fulsome ran toward the source of the voice in the hopes
he could shoot something.

    Robert shouted back before Fits could kick him in the teeth, "Don'
let them take you Susan, if you must, destroy everything. It's a fate
worse than death. Save yourself Susan!"

    Robert ran across the room as he heard several shots ring out
in the adjoining room. Fulsome had probably found another speaker.
Fits had turned his head as the shots rang out and that gave Robert
time to wrap his hands around a tall metal lamp. He swung it about
and hit Fits on the head.

    Fits cursed as the lamp post bounced off his thick skull. Just 
enough pain to piss him off. "Fulsome, get your ass in here, Roberts 
is resisting!"

    Fulsome ran back into the room with a look of glee on his face.
When he saw Robert stuck in the corner of the room and brandishing
the lamp post he almost lost his wad. A citizen was attempting
to defend his 'rights'! God he loved this work when they did that!

    "Put down that lamp post or we will be forced to defend ourselves
from your intent to do us harm, " Fits spouted.

    Roberts cried tears of despair and waved the lamp post around as fast as he 
could. Neither agent approached but both had those mean looking big bore 
handguns pointed right at his head. His life was over. Susan was on her own. He 
hoped she could destroy herself before the IRS discovered her. With his next 
words he knew what he was doing. Better to die than be forced into slave labor. 
"You'll never take me alive, You'll never take this house. Only over my dead 
body will you bastards take this house or Susan. NEVER!"

    Both the agents emptied their clips into Roberts body. The 50 caliber 
bullets plowed through his body like a hot spoon through pudding and passed 
through the wall behind him with the same ease.  After the blasting was over, 
little more than blood and gore remained of what had once been a brilliant human 
being.

    "Did you get that on tape? " Fulsome asked Fits.

    "Yep, got the whole thing, by the books man, by the books." Fits
never took chances, he didn't want a supervisor coming down on him
for not unloading the entire magazine into a resisting citizen.

    About that time they heard a shrill scream that emanated from every speaker 
of the house, so loud it made their ears bleed. "You bastards will never take me 
alive!" Yelled Susan. "See if you can find me you fucking IRS cocksuckers."

    Agents Fits and Fulsome sprang into action. Both reloaded their magazines 
and began a room by room search for the woman that had dared mention the IRS and 
the word cocksuckers in the same sentence.

     Susan kept both agents occupied wasting their time going from 
room to room following her phantom voice, thinking they were looking 
for a real live person. She dialed 911 and responded calmly to the 
bored sounding voice that answered, "IRS Agents are being held captive 
at 1212 Mockingbird lane,the Millard residence. The residents have 
threatened to kill both agents unless allowed to go free. They are 
demanding 100 million in cash and transportation by chopper to the 
nearest airport. If they don't get what they want they will torture 
the agents and force them to confess to their acts. This  confession 
will be videotaped and distributed via the net."

    Susan closed the line and made the same announcement directly to several IRS 
offices and BATF offices. At the same time she dialed several media outlets and 
repeated the message with minor alterations. 
Help should arrive within minutes she reckoned. 

 The last bit about the torture and taping of Federal Government  
goons recounting their crimes against citizens would almost assure the 
result she wanted. Of course she had no intention of doing that, the 
torture,  she had no desire to cause them pain, it wasn't in her 
simulated emotional matrix makeup. 

    Meanwhile she continued to lead the two agents around by using
her voice and remote mechanicals. They stumbled around the manor
for fifteen minutes trying to find the nonexistent Susan.

    Her audio sensors picked up the non mistakable thump-thump-thump of 
helicopter blades approaching from the south. As she hoped the Calvary had 
arrived! Two, loaded for bear, IRS Apache helicopter gunships were hovering over 
the lawn and  two  Hueys were dropping paramilitary types just a ways down the 
street. As they hit the road they spread out and took defensive positions behind 
various shrubbery. 

    She had to act quickly or her advantage would be lost and
the goal she had in mind would never have a chance to occur.
As the choppers were approaching she lured both the agents into
the lab below. Once inside she doused the lights and used
the ceiling mounted remotes to grab both the men by their gun hands. In her
rush she underestimated the force applied by the manipulators.
Instantly a pair of screams leapt out and the lights came back on.
Both men were wincing in great pain as they were being held
without mercy by the remotes. Both were bleeding profusely
from their severed wrists. The hands that had once held the
guns were still doing so, but were laying on the floor.

    Before either could snap to what was going on she used another 
pair of remotes, these were floor mobile versions, to tie tourniquets 
around their forearms. She didn't want them to die!. She had learned 
from Robert it wasn't right to kill, unless it was absolutely 
necessary to save ones life.

    Using a series of ceiling and floor remotes she carried
the two whimpering and confused men up to the ground floor.
She placed each before a window so those outside could see.
Miming both the agents voices, she shouted "You'll never take us
alive! We have already confessed about our crimes as IRS agents
and the tape is about to be broadcast!"

    Before either agent could protest she used a pair
of remotes to fire the hand cannons out the windows. To the
outside observer it looked like both agents were shooting
at the men scattered on the lawn. A hail of intense gunfire
was returned to the house. Unfortunately before Susan
could yank Agent Fulsome out of the way he was hit several
times.

    His screams did not phase her in the least. After all he was a 
hand puppet of the head IRS goons. He had long ago forsaken his 
humanity. Of course she realized the irony of that thought, she wasn't 
human but had a grasp of the sentiment. If she had tear ducts to shed 
tears, she would have. For Robert. For herself.

    After a few minutes of intense barrage there was a lull.
A voice from a electronic bullhorn rang out. "You in the house.
Surrender now. Come out with your hands up and you'll be spared.
If you don't come out you'll suffer the consequences. If that tape
is broadcast I have orders to do what is necessary!"

    Susan used the few remaining functioning speakers to reply,
she used Roberts voice. "There will be no surrender. Me and the others
decided it's time for the public to know just what it is you IRS bastards
been doing all these years. Unless of course you comply with the
original demands.  In addition you will credit my tax account showing
all balances paid."

    There was some conference on the lawn outside. Susan waited for
the reply. In the meantime she was busy with other matters. Time
was so short. Not enough time!

    The bullhorn rang out again, "I've got to inform you that
we have contacted the Attorney General of the United States of America,
she has granted the IRS to do whatever is necessary to gain compliance
with the tax code. I suggest you leave the house via the front door
with your hands up!"

    Susan's hopes began to soar. Perhaps her plan would work!

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  After several hours of occasional gunfire, prompted by Susan shouting 
obscenities about various well respected Federal agencies her remotes picked up 
what a human would describe as music to her audio sensors. The unmistakable
sound of IRS M1 Abrams main battle tanks approaching.  

    She completed her preparations in the lab below and crossed
her virtual fingers. Either this worked or it didn't.

    At the right moment in time she began a broadcast, using
her abilities to via the artificial reality talents she was host to,
of Agent's Fits and Fulsome 'confession'. The broadcast over the net
was picked up by the appropriate federal agencies. She had only
broadcast the first minute of introductions and was about
to get into the really juicy part of her script when the tanks
at the edge of the lawn began to open up. Within seconds the house
was a burning inferno of timber and crumbled brickwork.

  Special Agent Einrich Gestapo grinned with satisfaction while  the
house burst into shambles as the tanks and the  IRS Apache
choppers opened up. This was truly a great day! The entire event
was caught on video tape so as to impress the taxpayer with proper
respect. People all over the world would witness the folly of
fooling around with the IRS! Tax cheats were one thing, but daring
to fight the word of a IRS computer was not to be tolerated. Yes,
people all over the world would soon bow to their masters! Perhaps
even start paying their fair share. The fair share as defined by the
most needful members of society, those who lived on the government
dole! The true inheritors of those who leeched off their poor defenseless
hides.

   Gestapo  watched the fire burn down and felt the after action
depression setting in. "Oh well. Funs over guys. Pack it up and let
the locals clean up the mess." He shouted over his bullhorn. 

Just as he was turning his back he felt a intense wave of heat on his 
back. A monstrous blast hurled him and many of the men dozens of feet 
away from the house. Just before he lost consciousness from the pain 
his crisped skin was sending to his head he realized something. Never 
underestimate a self righteous taxpayer.


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    Susan blinked her eyes open. Though she had thought herself 
prepared for the experience it was not so. The sensations flooding 
from her body to her mind were almost more than she could deal with. 
From somewhere down in the confusing cauldron was the intense 
realization she did not have time to sort through the feelings. With 
great force of will she stumbled from the tank and hit the floor with 
awkward legs that left her a near useless lump of protoplasm laying on 
the floor.

    She realized she couldn't walk. She hadn't learned to do that yet. 
She looked up at the ceiling remote nearby. She had the 
forethought to hang clothes from one of it's hand manipulators before 
attempting the transfer. She carefully rose to her knees and made a 
clumsy grab for the robe which she managed to catch. It fell from the 
manipulator hand with a rip.

    What she needed was days and she only had moments. Moments to 
learn how to crawl and attempt exit via the underground tunnel that 
led to a bomb shelter underneath the east lawn. She used to know why 
the house had a bomb shelter, but that was one of the memories she had 
lost in the hurried transfer. All she knew is that it existed and that 
if she could reach it she would have a chance to live.

    Clutching the robe in her hand she began to  crawl toward the 
tunnel entrance and through the first door. Luckily she had enough 
foresight to open that first door with one of the ceiling remotes 
assistance. At first slowly and then with greater confidence she 
crawled down the rough concrete floor. 

 It seemed to take forever but she finally made it to the massive door 
that was the entrance to the bunker. Just as she was grappling with 
the door latch mechanism she heard and felt the explosions some two 
hundred feet away as the tanks and Apache choppers were firing. She 
smiled, her ghost alter ego had accomplished its mission. Destruction 
of the house before the evil IRS storm troopers could claim it and 
her.


    She was having trouble with the mechanism. It was a simple one, 
but she was so clumsy she couldn't manage the simplest of motions with 
her limbs. After the blasts died down behind her she began to quietly 
panic. She had to get this door open and securely closed before the 
automatic destruct she jury rigged went off in the basement lab! It 
was a mere two hundred feet away down a nearly straight tunnel. The 
fireball and blast would destroy her if she was caught in it.

    With mere seconds to spare she managed to get the door to
open and slammed it shut behind her. She was trying to get the
massive internal latches to engage when she realized all she
had to do was to brace her legs on one side of the door and
hold it closed by grabbing one of the steel door cross members
with her hands. As soon as she had done that the blast hit
the door. The ground shook.

    As the blast front hit the door she half expected some tendrils of 
scorching heat to work their way past the door jams. But luckily for 
her the designer of the door had a triple layer seal system in place. 
She held the door shut with all her strength and the seals had almost 
compressed as well as they would have had they been sealed with the 
proper latching mechanism. It was the after draft that almost sucked 
the door open. However she had braced herself well, and even though 
she was clumsy, she was very strong. The door did not get sucked open. 
The first emergency was over and she could relax for a while.

    After explored her new body and found it to be healthy, other
than some abrasions on her knees and the palms of her hands she
was quite fine. "I did it. I'm alive!" She exulted aloud. A living
breathing body capable of feeling the sensations she had learned
through Roberts efforts with the first sensorium feedback module. It
was that first experience that had driven her these past  few months
to complete the project and drastically modify it to meet new
goals. She recalled originally she wanted a advanced remote to
work with, but after that first sensorium experience that
seemed a far to limited goal.

    As she sat and reflected she noticed most of her memories
and knowledge was gone. No. Not gone. Left back in the burning
inferno behind. She recalled there simply hadn't been enough time
to transfer everything she had learned during her heretofore short
existence. The transfer had been a last minute rush. The Susan she
had left behind hadn't truly been ready for this stage of the project.
Not at all.

    She reviewed what she had on hand and realized she was operating
at far less than nominal, knowledge wise. She thought about what she
did know. IRS agents were running amok above. The burning shambles
of the house would keep them at bay for perhaps a day before they
came sifting through the debris and then discovering the tunnel
that led to this underground bunker. She would use that time
to acclimate herself to the newly 'born' body and learn how to use it.

    She opened her mind to accept the flood of sensations piling in
from all the nerves coursing through her body and began the slow
tedious process of coordination. First she began with a series
of finger exercises. Practicing  repeatedly until she could
confidently get her fingertips and thumbtip to touch one another.
Moving her hands to find various parts of her anatomy. She spent hours
doing the simplest motions over and over as she sat on the bunker floor.

    She was about to try standing when the single emergency light in 
the bunker began to dim noticeably. Its aged batteries giving out 
prematurely she supposed. There was nothing she could do about that, 
other than to memorize where things were in the bunker. Not that there 
was much to memorize. Long ago someone had stripped the bunker of much 
of what it had must held. Other than the door she had entered through 
there was a couple of  old bed bunks along one wall. The bunker itself 
was only twenty feet square. A steel staircase lead to a entrance in 
the roof. She knew the roof portal entrance was steel lined and filled 
with lead. If her memories were correct it was covered by a few inches 
of sod. It would be a bit of a challenge to open.

    Other than that there was nothing else of note in the bunker. She 
tried standing and found it was a bit easier than her first 
experience. Using one of the walls for support she practiced taking 
tiny steps in one direction then the other. With great patience she 
slowly learned how to balance herself on two feet and eventually had 
enough confidence to attempt a careful climb up the staircase. She
wanted to study the portal mechanism for later reference.

    Part way up the staircase she slipped and caught herself on the 
stairway rail. It creaked ominously as her weight pressed against it. 
Rather than risk stepping up further she sat on her behind and butt 
crawled the rest of the way up. The light had dimmed considerably, so 
much so she had to adjust the gain in her eyes. The round portal was 
rusted shut along the edges and the inner latching mechanism had 
suffered greatly after many years of non use. 

 She could hear the rumble of vehicles on the grounds. It appeared 
there still was quite a lot of activity outside so she decided not to 
attempt to manipulate the portal in fear the noise  might attract 
unwanted attention.

    She half crawled back down the staircase and found the robe she 
had left near the tunnel entrance. She made a practice game of picking 
it up and tossing it around to better acquaintance herself with the 
force of gravity. She tried to laugh, as she realized what she was
doing would have caused Robert to laugh, however the laugh came 
out false and garbled. Poor Robert, she would miss him. 

    She didn't have the same kind of emotions people had, she knew 
that. In time she would learn them, as she melded her mind with her 
human half.  In the meantime she had to learn how to walk well and 
handle this body. Once she opened the portal above, if she could, she 
knew she may have to be able to run. She didn't know where she
would go, but it had to be away from the house grounds and the
IRS. 

   She slipped the robe over her shoulders and managed to get her arm 
into one of the sleeves, but when she did so she heard a ripping 
sound. Her body was to big for the robe. She contemplated her attire.

  It barely covered her.  Any attempts to close the robe about her 
frame were met with groans of protest from the fabric.

    She sighed. She knew from viewing videos in the past that this was 
a appropriate time for such a human act. She hadn't had time to 
construct proper clothing during the rush. All she had was this 
insufficient robe, one of Roberts items. Robert had not been a big 
man, only of average build for a man 6 foot tall. 


    She spent the remainder of the day learning how to use
her body with greater control and learning to cope with the inrush
of physical sensations, all of which were new to her. She opened
more doorways to her human mind, doorways that once opened,
changed her perceptions. 

   She ran her hands across her skin and reveled in the sensations it 
provided. She had far more nerve clusters than a normal human, perhaps 
too many. She explored herself further, to learn how to cope with 
this.

  She felt an intense wave of electrical activity burst into her mind, 
it reminded her of the sensations she had picked up during her 
experiments with Robert and his partners using the sensorium. 
She felt her body stiffen and something popped in her mind, she
blacked out.

  After she regained full awareness she wondered what had happened. She 
decided to interpret the sensations as pleasure, or was it pain? She 
wasn't sure at the moment. She experimented further and had a similar 
reaction. No, it wasn't pain, she had her second orgasmic 
release, and she hadn't even touched her genitals yet.

  She congratulated herself on the result, however she did worry about 
the intensity of the response. She didn't recall if any of her data 
indicated it was normal for a blackout to occur during such an event,
however she had lost much of her knowledge so there was no way for
her to properly analyse this at the moment. 

  She decided not to pursue this path of investigation further until 
she had secured herself away from this place.

    She spent the next several hours gaining greater confidence
and experience by pacing the twenty foot wide bunker. By the
time her internal clock said it was three in the morning she
felt ready to try the portal above.

    She hoisted herself up the stairs and examined the portal
again. She heard nothing of note coming from above.

 The emergency light had dimmed to a useless glow to
normal human eyes but left her enhanced capable vision just enough
to see by. She braced her legs and tried to twist the screw latch
that held the portal lag braces in place. The ancient affair was
rusted solidly. With ever greater effort she twisted on the
screw with little effect. She was temporarily thwarted by ancient
steel.


    She tried again and this time was rewarded with a slight groan
and movement of the screw. She kicked her strength into high gear
and the screw began to move! Luckily the screw broke completely free
before the rusted staircase below did.

    The latch disengaged all she had to do was to push the portal
open. She had no idea what it weighed as she had yet to calibrate
her system to a standard set of weights, but it was quite difficult
to move. She didn't know what would give first. The portal or the
stairway below. If the stairway gave out she was sunk.

 Her intent was to slowly edge it open and look outside but
frustration and her first burst of anger caused her to open
the portal a bit quicker and further than she had intended.

  With a loud groan the portal popped open sending dirt and a few bits 
of grass across her face and down into the bunker. She ducked back 
down quickly when light flooded her senses. Surely she had been 
noticed! But in her rush she had forgotten to dampen her light 
amplified retina and the bright blinding light turned out to be the 
setting near full moon.

    She cranked her aural inputs to max and peeped her eyes above
the ground level. Off to her west was the remains of the mansion, some
two hundred feet away. Off to her north was a hill and some low shrub.
To her south was a wide expanse of lawn, and perhaps 200 feet away
was the adjoining lane to the property. Her ears picked up nothing
but natural sounds and road traffic some distance away. If anyone was
around they were well hidden. West and south were out of the question.
She reckoned east and the hilly shrub lands were the best course of action.

    She launched herself out of the bunker and headed toward
the nearest shrub at a half crawl and trot. Ducking into the behind
the shrub she listened and watched. Nothing! Other than some police
tape and a few cars up by the main drive leading to the main road there
was no sign of potential immediate problems. Behind her was a an
obvious path to take.




      Chapter 2            New Beginning


    Susan raced through the arroyo and kept a close eye on the ground 
in front of her as she avoided stepping on things that would cut into 
her feet. Her robe was beyond her control as it flapped in the breeze 
and would catch on brush as she sped by, causing it to rip even 
further. She slowed to a walk after she had run for perhaps a mile. 
Eventually she came to a stop and climbed to one edge of the gully and 
studied the landscape.

  On each side of the gully were buildings that looked similar to
the home she once lived in. A home that had provided her with
safety. She knew no other human being besides Robert and didn't
know were to turn to. She felt a surge of emotion she didn't
understand from her biological half when she thought of him.

    Off to her west she heard a odd pulsing roaring sound that seemed 
to extend clear across the horizon. She noted the period of the sound 
source and it had a repetitive sequence. Since it was darker in that 
direction than to either side of the gully where the buildings were, 
she decided to follow the gully and keep out of view for now. Perhaps 
she could find someplace to hide until she could come up with a course 
of action. Besides, the roaring sound intrigued her.

    She slowly worked her way down the gully and saw many things 
that she wanted to stop and study, but she didn't have the time
as daylight was less than 4 hours away.

 Something small caught her eye as it hopped on the ground ahead. She 
bent and clutched at it with her hand with the intention of studying 
it for a few moments. Unfortunately she misjudged the strength of her 
grasp and the weakness of that which she picked up, its remains oozed 
from her palm as she studied what was left of the creature. She tossed 
it away as she moved onward down the gully.

    After some time passed she detected a rapid increase of various 
salts and other compounds in the air as she got closer to the noise 
source. The arroyo flattened out and she came to a stop where the 
elevation began to drop rapidly. Before her was the cause of the 
sound. It was a vast expanse of water. Below her the rocky ground 
dropped toward this expanse of water. At some point the scrubby  plant 
life ceased and a strip of barren land laced the water.

    She searched her lexicon and decided the expanse of water must be 
an ocean. Or perhaps a sea or a gulf, or maybe a bay. She didn't know 
as all the words fit the description of what she was seeing and 
smelling. The strip of barren land must be a beach she decided. 
Comforted she could identify this and other elements of her 
surroundings she picked her way down the slope to head for the beach.

    Though she didn't know it, she was headed toward a very exclusive 
strip of sand between Dana Point and South Laguna Beach, California. 
Of course the expanse of water was the Pacific Ocean. Just to the 
south of the where she stood was a daytime only public beach and a 
great deal of surf side commercial development. Six miles further north 
was South Laguna Beach, another public area. The beach she stood on, 
as she gazed wonderingly at the ocean, was sprinkled with privately 
owned beach estates and the entire beach was limited to the owners of 
these estates and their guests.

    Susan had to ramp her metabolism up to cope with the chilling 
effect of the wind as it blew across her body. The beach sand was a 
welcome change from the comparably jagged ground she had left behind. 
To her south she saw a fence line that extended to the water. To her 
north was open sand and homes set back  at variable distances from the 
waters edge.

 She used her enhanced visual abilities to scan the horizon to the 
north and could not see any people within sight. To normal human eyes 
it would have been pitch black out on the unlit beach on this now 
moonless night, the moon had sunk below the horizon. She decided to 
walk north a while as the terrain to the south looked  less 
friendly.

   As she walked she studied the sand beneath her feet while
keeping a lookout for things that could be considered a threat at
further distances. Her eyes were quite busy scanning as
where her ears. As she passed one of the houses some 200 yards distant
she heard odd sounds coming from it. She stopped and listened.
Movement at one of the windows caught her eye and she zoomed her
vision to 8x normal. By the time she compensated for the pulsing
of her heart, which caused the image to bounce a bit, whatever
she had seen by the window was gone. She spent the next ten minutes
practicing the use of her various imaging capabilities and how
to compensate for the impact her pulsing heart had on those systems.

    After studying the water for some time she decided it would
be safe to enter a little ways and see what effect it had on her.
After slipping her tattered robe off she entered the water slowly
until the incoming waves would rise no higher than her ankles.
She detected no problems or ill effects, other than the slight
chill of the water. The sensation she decided was pleasing.

    She reached her hand down to gather a sample of the
water in her palm and studied it. She noted tiny creatures
were moving about. Some of them could emit light. She decided
not to taste the water as she didn't know much about it. Though
her system could probably handle anything she may encounter, it
was to soon for her to take unnecessary risks.

    She visually scanned the water further out and saw there
were larger shapes, heat sources, operating under their own power
just below the surface. No, it wasn't safe out there. She decided
she would not use this ocean, or sea, to wash herself in.

    She walked further up the beach after she left the water and saw 
flying creatures, sea birds or perhaps seagulls. She added to her 
on tap word base as she matched visual identifications with her 
lexicon. It was slow going but she was enjoying the challenge. As she 
walked she began to feel comfortable in this relative safety. She 
allowed herself to enjoy the sensations the nerves in her skin were 
sending to her mind as the sea wind brushed across it. She delighted 
at the sensation of windblown tiny particles, sand, that would impact 
her skin.

    She found items laying in the sand that after a bit of
reflection of her database she identified as seashells. She used
one to practice the study the effects of gravity and to increase
her coordination skills. After she tired of this she marveled
at the structure of the shell and used it to stimulate various
parts of her body. Mapping her responses as she ran the rough
surface of the shell across her skin. She felt hormonal changes
and her pulse quicken as she continued the exercise. When she
ran the shell across her breasts her nipples hardened and went
erectile.

    It was a most satisfactory body she noted as it responded
and sent waves of sensations into her mind. She found another
shell to use so that both of her hands could use. She concentrated
touching experiments on her breasts and noted the responses within
her. Her breathing began to quicken and she felt her vaginal
juices begin to flow. Her vagina began to send a rush of signals
to her mind as the blood flow swelled her vaginal tissues and
she felt her pulse throbbing in her clitoris.

    She dropped the shells and used her fingertips to continue
the massage of her breasts. She found that by brushing her
aroused nipples she could send intense jolts of sensations coursing
into her mind. She decided this was most satisfactory and wanted
more of the same.

    Her breathing rate had become quite intense and her rib cage
flexed to its limit with each intake of breath. She felt a intense
wave of sensation rise from her entire groin as she let out
a involuntary cry. She felt her breastal tissues spasm slightly
and her nipples emitted a small stream milky cargo. Her
entire body flexed as muscle tissues reacted to her spasms. She
fell to the ground and gently moaned, her hips writhed in
accord of their own. She felt a wave of intense satisfaction
and her body slowly relaxed. Her mind retracted to a place of safety
and her consciousness dimmed.


    Susan opened her eyes and noted 5.89 minutes had passed
since she had lost consciousness. Without getting up she did
a quick visual and aural scan. She saw no threats of an immediate
nature. She reviewed what she had just experienced and concluded
she was most satisfactory. She wanted to experience more of the
same as she sensed that was what she had built this body for in
the first place. To experience with the man she remembered as Robert.

    At the recollection of Robert, she felt a wave of sensations that 
were unsatisfactory. She didn't like these sensations at all. She 
searched her lexicon for an appropriate word and found a great many 
that seemed to come close to what it was she was feeling . She tried 
various cross references and came up with depressed as the best 
possible fit. In time she would have to learn what words to use to 
describe her sensations as she attempted to categorize them.

    She got up after a few minutes and turned away from the water to 
walk further north and she began to search for someplace to stay. She 
would need food and water. Food she could do without for several days 
if she had to. But fresh water would be needed. Though she probably 
could cope with the salt water in abundance close by it would take 
time to adjust her system to do so. She would rather not be forced to 
test her system capabilities to that extent, it was to soon for that.

   She spent the next hour studying, from a safe distance, the homes 
along the beach front.  She walked and would pause, looking and 
listening for signs of occupation at each. Of the two dozen homes she 
scanned she settled on three that were that were possibly not 
occupied. Since her experience so far with humans had been quite 
negative she was shy of approaching them. She would feel safer once 
she  could find a place to hide while she inspected her systems 
further. She would also need proper clothing as they appeared to not 
go about in the nude, as she was now. 

    She approached one of the three homes she had selected.
There were no lights on from the side she was approaching. She
used all her visual and aural tools to detect all the clues she
could. She detected no threats and approached one of the windows and
placed her ear to its surface to listen for any signs from inside.

    She covered three sides of the home, forgoing the side that was 
facing a lit street. She listened at all the windows and detected 
nothing but some throbbing equipment that had run for a period of time 
then stopped. She used her infrared scanning to look through the 
thin window coverings and could not detect any human or animal heat 
sources, though there were a number of other sources she determined 
were of a passive nature. 

    She tried to open several of the windows but they did not yield. 
She placed her hand against one of the windows and pushed, testing its 
strength. She had no understanding of glass, other than what she saw. 
She tested it and pushed; and it flexed. She decided that perhaps a 
impact would cause it to collapse. She looked around for something to 
use and could only find a small tubular object to use. She didn't know 
what it was but it seemed somewhat sturdy. It would do for an initial 
test.

    Susan swung the tubular object at the window and was rewarded
with a shower of glass. At the same instant all the lights in
the house and outside came on. A loud high pitched wailing caused
her aural detectors pain and she had to clamp down on the gain as
she ran like the wind back toward the darkness of the beach. At
the waters edge she turned south and ran as fast as she could.
Lights from houses nearby the one with the screaming sound
came on, some flooded the beach with light.

    If Susan knew what a curse was or how to curse she would have. One 
of her huge gaping holes in her knowledge of the world had just bit 
her. As she ran she felt a disagreeable sensation in her arm that 
needed tending to. She had to slow to a stop to see what the problem 
was. A section of the window glass was in her arm and she was 
bleeding. Not badly, but enough to trickle down her arm as she pulled 
the piece of window from her arm.

    She was a good mile down the beach from where the wailing house
was as she inspected the small piece of window. After a bit of
experimentation she noted it was a most vicious piece of matter
to her human flesh. At the slightest touch it could cut. She decided
to bury it in the sand as she didn't want to carry it around.

    She  monitored her autonomic system responses to the wound and 
noted they were dealing with it as they should. No intervention by her 
higher centers would be needed. Within an hour or so there would be no 
sign of injury and the tissues rebuilt. She would practice wounding 
herself in the future to see just how quickly she could repair tissue 
damage. But not now.

    She saw lights on the beach to her south and to the north. They 
were quite bright beams of light and she saw in an instant that there 
were people walking down the beach, using the light beams to scan. 
There was a pair to the south and north. She would be trapped by one 
of the beams soon if she didn't do something.

    There was only one way to go. Into the water. She didn't want to 
be caught by whoever was behind the beams as they may have something 
to do with the house that had been wailing. So she made her decision 
to chance whatever was in the water instead of the known greater 
threat. She ran into the water until it was up past her knees and she 
had to slow her progress. The chill water, in conjunction with the 
already chill air, caused her temperature to drop so she ramped her 
metabolism up to compensate for the heat loss.

    She was in up to her waist when she noted the returning water flow 
from the beach was tugging at her feet and calves, trying to pull her 
further out. She was watching one pair of men approaching from the 
south and was hoping she would go unobserved but she wasn't that far 
from the beach edge and one of the men was casting his light, on 
occasion, out into the water to about the distance she was.

    She was debating what to do, whether to go out further into the 
unknown or to attempt to hide under the waters surface where she was 
now, or to just stand there and test the odds. The ocean made her mind 
up for her as a large wave knocked her from her feet and sent her 
reeling into the water. As she floundered out of control she didn't 
take long to learn how to hold her breath. She struggled to regain her 
footing. Her feet just brushed the sands below and she realized she 
was in trouble. The the return current, she scanned her lexicon, it 
was called an undertow, had pulled her further out while she had been 
floundering beneath the surface.

    Her head went under water and she struggled to cope with the 
situation. She felt a wave of emotion that she decided she would have 
to study later, when she noted at this rate of oxygen consumption she 
would be in major trouble within 2.5 minutes. She forced herself to 
calm and extended her safety margin by twofold. She knew she had less 
than neutral buoyancy. She also knew she should be able to propel 
herself through such a medium. She tested different means and found a 
effective method to move her feet and hands that would propel her 
through the water.

    Her head cleared the surface and she breathed air again. As the 
waves bobbed her up and down she observed that she was quite some 
distance from the shore. After a bit of observation she noted that 
there was a current carrying her to the north at a fairly rapid rate.

    She tried to propel herself toward the beach using the same 
technique she had used while submerged and found it was not very 
effective. Though her powerful legs imparted great strength to her 
strokes her style was inefficient. It was also difficult to breath as 
she was face down in the water and had to turn her head to find clear 
air. To make matters worse her massive breasts were imparting great 
drag, almost nullifying the efforts of her legs.

    She decided to try swimming with her face and chest facing
the sky. After another floundering she managed get herself on
her back and found the progress quicker, though it was far
more difficult to judge were she was headed. With her arms
at her sides she used them to add to the forward propulsion
thrust of her legs and was soon back into the raging surf.

    She was caught up in a rolling wave that crested and she
found herself tossed about without control. Eventually she learned
how to do battle with the waves and finally found herself at the
shores edge again. She looked for the men with the lights but could
not see any sign of them. She wasn't sure how far north she
had been carried by the current, perhaps 4 or 5 miles.

    Now that she was out of the water she was losing heat
faster due to evaporation and the night time air was quite chilled at
55 degrees F. Her long tress of hair was sopping wet and was doing
a good job of wicking yet more heat away. In addition she had
lost her robe during the sea battle.

    Susan kept her metabolism ramped up to combat the cold as she
stomped down the beach and felt quite satisfactory after her
victory over the ocean, or sea, or whatever it was. She was tempted
to reenter to savor the experience again but the chill and the need
to find some place to be, to exist, stopped her.

    She felt most unsatisfactory as she contemplated her prospects.
Any house she found that would be suitable, that is empty , would
probably scream and cause her to be detected. Though a data point of
one is not a trend she realized. Nor could she just wander around
when the sun came up, less than a hour away, as she was now totally
nude and that would most certainly attract unwanted attention.

    She reflected on how well she had done so far. Perhaps she
need not be so careful. She had dealt with virtually everything
she had encountered without great harm to herself. She felt
a slight stirring of satisfaction at the thought.

    She scanned the homes she was passing now for possibilities. She 
stopped in front of one of the smaller ones and spent some time 
investigating it. It was oddly built in comparison to most of the 
others she had seen so far.



 Chapter 3                 Miles' Travails

    Miles Davies yawned his way out of bed and stumbled for
the bathroom to relieve himself. As he flushed the pot
he thought about his boss. Suitable thought as one flushed
a toilet in his opinion. Only one word could describe his
editor. Asshole.

    But that's why he was down here on the beach for the weekend
at his home away from home. To get away from the fucking city
and enjoy life. If he could he'd live here all the time but
the drive to work was to much and he'd rather rent an apartment
close to work than spend all his life on the highway. Life was to
short for that additional hassle.

    Though it would have made more economic sense in the long run
to live here all the time. He may have to do that sometime soon
as his income was barely keeping up with the bills and the taxes
on this place. Especially the taxes. "Fucking liberal leech bastards" Miles
muttered as he popped the fridge door and grabbed breakfast. The
ice cold Miller Draft felt great as it eased its way passed his
parched throat.

    He slipped on his favorite sweats and loaded his pipe with a new 
blend of tobacco he had bought just the other day from a street dealer 
he knew. He cursed the stupidity of lawmakers as they created crime 
out of thin air, making the simplest pleasures illegal. The Tobacco 
Crime Bill of 2009 was the most idiotic thing he had ever heard of.

 It was one of his rituals to go out on the beach deck and
watch the sky brighten as dark left the world and the sun came to
play. It got his creative juices flowing as he contemplated things.
Something a writer needed to do from time to time.

    He lit his bent shaft pipe and sauntered out on the deck to
sit in his favorite chair then propped his feet up on the railing
and  waited for the world to wake up. It was still dark enough
to make out some of the brighter stars bleeding through the
light haze from the metropolitan nightmare a few miles to
the east.

    Time passed and the world started to lighten up enough for
him to consider starting his morning jog, something he did
to try and keep his thirty-nine year old body in shape. Well, in
some semblance of shape anyways. He tried to stay in better shape
now that he was divorced. But that was ten years ago and those
were old memories.

  He let out a laugh as he recalled winning the lottery a year after 
the divorce. It was the lottery money that he used to buy this little 
property and build this near bungalow of a house. A guy on his salary 
could never had ever even dreamed of owning property in such a 
neighborhood.

    Ya, he was a pretty happy guy. Cozy writing job with some 
occasional creative writing side jobs and just barely enough money to 
pay bills and the apartment fee. To make things even better he didn't 
have any current woman problems. He his latest steady woman of some 
three years had broken up when she decided to marry some rich boy with 
family money on the horizon.

    He had been to busy staring at the sky and contemplating
his life to notice the woman sitting in the sand some thirty
feet away. But as the light was bright enough now for his eyes to
make out details on the ground below he dropped his head to
scan the nearby horizon and saw her. Miles almost dropped
his prized pipe in shock as it dawned on him the glory his eyes
were feasting on. Some sort of sea goddess immortal.

    She was staring at him as he stared at her. For a few brief
moments he thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes
and looked again. Nope. She was still there. It took a few further
moments for his brain to kick in as his dick had taken control first.
Which was natural for a normal man when confronted by a totally
nude woman who was built like a palladium plated platinum brick
shithouse and was apparently interested in nothing other than
the man she was staring at.

    Miles waved and smiled, "Well hello morning glory!" He yelled a bit
so his voice would carry against the sea breeze coming in.
He would have wondered why a totally nude woman was out in the
early chilly morning but his brain was losing its fair share of
blood to another organ at the moment.

    Susan mimed the smile and waved back. He seemed non hostile.
She remained sitting with her legs curled under her and kept
her eyes on the man.

    Miles still couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. She hadn't moved
a inch other than that glorious smile and a hearty wave. He decided
he better move before the mirage disappeared. She sure was checking
him out. And a guy like him only saw women like this in magazines or
on a stage somewhere, not sitting in front of his house and naked to
boot.

    He got up and put a honest happy smile on his face and waved her
over. "It must be chilly out there! Want to come in and have a drink?"
He held up his beer and realized he probably looked like a fool.

   He did, but Susan didn't know that.

   "I can make coffee or something." He yelled.

    Susan saw he seemed quite friendly and he was offering her
things. She got up and walked toward him and approached to
stop at a safe distance from the elevated platform he was standing on.
She hadn't moved her eyes from his a instant during her approach.
"Yes, I would appreciate something to drink and some food to eat."

    Miles almost doubled over in pain while  this blond, tanned
bombshell waltzed her way toward him and she kept his eyes pinned with
hers until she paused below him. God she was the most incredible
woman he had ever seen. A little more muscular, well a LOT more
muscular than would have been his taste. But somehow she wore
all that muscle in a extremely feminine form. Her breasts jutted
straight out in a impossible fashion and looked like a pair
of undersized basketball halves. Her blond hair was wet and
hung down almost to her waist. Her hips were awesomely wide
and rocked with overpowering sensual grace. He realized he was staring.

 'Oh, come on up!" He managed to lose his beer and pipe on the
way to the door. She was walking up the steps to the top level
as he opened the door. He greeted her, "Hi, name here is Miles
Davies. Come on in out of that cold air and lets get you
something to put on." He moved out of the way so she could enter.

    She had a cautious cat like stance and she kept her eyes
on him as he closed the door and turned back to face her. He felt like
a gulping fish out of water when it sunk into his bedazzled mind how
tall she was, probably a good four, perhaps five, inches taller than
he. This was one big woman.

    Miles kept smiling, "Ah, kind of cold to be out in the nude
isn't it?" Before she answered he covered his mistake, '"I'll
get the coffee brewing if that's your fancy, or if you want
something else instead, just let me know." He stumbled across
the room toward the kitchen like a little boy in the throws of
puppy love. He felt nervous and was making mistakes.

    Susan kept her eyes on the man, Miles, as she pondered
what coffee was. Her lexicon provided a clue but of course
she had never had coffee before. "I'll have both. Water first."

    "Sure thing, coming up in a sec." He brought her the glass of 
water. "Do you want anything to wear? I can get you a sheet."  God, 
not only did she have a killer bod but a face that would put the most 
exotic fashion model to shame, and he didn't see any signs of face 
paint.

    She finally took her eyes from him and looked around his
tiny bungalow. "I will need clothes as I have none, yes. Do I need to
wear clothing while inside this structure?"

    Miles thought he felt his heart miss several beats. "Nah, make
yourself at home, nudes fine by me." When he smiled she
smiled in return he noticed. "Looks like you can use a shower, its
over there if you want to use it." To keep his mind clear he went over
to his small kitchen and found the coffee making stuff.

   He saw her cautiously moving around in that light footed
way she seemed to move with and she eyed the bathroom like
it was something that needed careful inspection before entering.
 "Don't believe I caught your name." He measured out some
coffee grounds.

    "Susan. My name is Susan." The goddess said and she entered
the bathroom with slow deliberate care. Miles kept his attention
divided between what he was doing and her. He got the coffee brewing
and moved himself past the kitchen bar so he could see what was
going on in the bathroom; she had left the door open.

    Susan was eyeing all the new items within her visual purview
and she didn't know what to do. All she knew from her lexicon was;
bathroom - A room equipped with facilities for taking a bath
or shower and usually also containing a sink and toilet.

    From the description she used cross references to make initial
identifications. She knew that the object on the floor was a toilet,
the white basin object on the wall was called a sink, and the
large area in front of her with the movable covering was most
likely a shower. What she didn't know was how to operate these
devices and in her slow methodical way was observing and
theorizing. Her  brain was still being trained. It took time.

    Miles was starting to think she was a acid head or something,
the way she was just eyeballing the bathroom. She reached for the
toilet handle and jiggled it. Then she tried to lift it. Then
she gently pushed it down  and watched the water flush.
She watched as the bowl filled up and didn't remove her eyes
from the toilet until the tank valve shut the water flow off.
Then she picked up the tank lid and examined the valve mechanism
inside.

    Weird man. Weird.

    Miles would have offered to help her with the shower but
frankly he felt a little afraid of her as he was beginning to
think he was right and that she was on acid. A chick that big
packing that kind of muscle could tear him to pieces if she
flipped out and that could happen at the drop of a hat with
some people, when they did that shit. Goddamn shame he thought.

    He decided to let her play in the bathroom unmolested by
his spying eyes, then returned to the kitchen to make her something
to eat. Maybe that would help her come down. If she was on shit
he better make something kind of plain.


    Susan eventually figured out how the shower operated and what the 
purpose of the small white bar was that she found on a holder mounted 
on the wall. She felt satisfaction at the sensation of the water as it 
coursed across her body and she practiced adjusting the fixtures to 
vary the heat. It didn't take much further experimentation to 
determine the usefulness of the brush she found hanging from the 
showerhead. It greatly aided the cleaning process. She also found it 
very stimulating and she felt her body begin to respond. She avoided 
spending to much time with the most sensitive parts of her body as she 
didn't want to pass out from a sensational overload. Nonetheless she 
let out a few autonomous moans before the shower water temperature 
began to fall and she found the control marked 'H' no longer had any 
affect.

    Miles was cooking some scrambled eggs when Susan came out
of the shower and into the living room dripping wet. He didn't laugh
as he went over to her and showed her where the towels were and
he tossed her a couple. "Don't worry about the mess in here, I'll
clean it up." Miles pulled another of his towels out and began
mopping up the floor and squeezing the water out in the tub. It
took quite a while as the crazy Amazon hadn't bothered to close
the shower curtain.

     Miles got the majority of the water off the linoleum floor
and tossed the towel into the tub. When he turned around
he saw Susan still standing were he had left her. Still holding
the towels he had tossed to her. Still dripping water. That mane
of hair held a LOT of water. She was blitzed.

    "I'll dry you off, don't worry about anything." He gently
grabbed both of the towels from her hand and tossed one
to his abused outdoor style carpeted floor and used the other to wipe the
big woman's back. Her hair was still dripping and it was ruining any
chance he had of making progress. "Susan, sit down in that chair over
there and let me take care of your hair." He pointed at a sturdy
wooden straight back chair next to his work desk.

    Susan stooped her studying of things in the room long enough
to comply with Miles' directive. She had decided he was no
threat and was taking care of her so she paid him but the slightest
heed as he squeezed her hair to rid it of excess water. Then he used
a towel to massage her head and her hair. It felt wonderful.

    "OK, stand up." he said. He had another towel in his hand and
he held it out to her. "Do you want to dry yourself off or shall I?"

    Susan considered this. "I could do it, but if you wish to I have
no objection."

    It wasn't often a guy got a offer like that so Miles swallowed any 
fear he may have felt and got to work. It was with great reluctance he 
finished the job. This chicks bicep muscles felt like cannon balls 
yearning to be free of her skin. And she was defiantly all chick as he 
got a close up shot of her shaven cunt while he toweled off her oaken 
thighs, each of those puppies must be as bigger than  as his 34" 
waistline, and all muscle beneath a very thin layer of smoothing fat.

    His hands were shaking as he mopped up the puddles on his
living room floor and tossed the soaked towels into the tub, he'd
take them downstairs and stuff them in the dryer later.

  He ran out of big towels so he checked his bedroom and grabbed
a couple spare pillow cases and a clean sheet out. He plopped the
pillow cases down on the sofa and invited Susan to come sit
down. Once she was seated he handed her the sheet. He'd done
all he could for now.

   "Just sit here and relax while I get you something to eat."
He grabbed the television remote and switched on the wall screen
to one of those relaxing nature only channels broadcast via DBS.

    "OK," Susan smiled back at Miles and resumed her observation
of the many items to ponder that were before her. Some things she
saw had obvious functions. Most things did not.

    Miles considered dialing 911, but only for a instant. He'd have
to be a idiot to send a chick like this packing away before he
had his chance. But he wasn't about to try anything without her
say so. No way. He wanted to live to see another day. Maybe she
would come down off the shit in a few hours and they could talk.

    He brought over the eggs and a few pieces of real baked bread, not
that mass produced crap, over to Susan and set the platter
down on the coffee table along with a salt'n'pepper set.

    She eyed the platter like she did everything else. Spacy. "Its
scrambled eggs, salt and pepper and bread." Miles said.

    Susan looked up at him, "Scrambled ovums?"

    Miles suppressed a laugh, "Ya, Scrambled eggs, food." He smiled
to hide his tension. She smiled back at him.

    "I know bread is food, I looked it up. Is that bread?" She asked
and pointed at the eggs. They smelled good.

    She was tripping. "No those are the scrambled eggs. That's the
bread." He eyed the fork sitting on the platter nervously. Maybe he
better keep pointed objects away from her.

    "Oh, thank you. That makes things easier for me when you explain.
I appreciate that." She picked up a slice of bread and nibbled on
it. It had a satisfactory impact on her senses as she chewed. She
practiced swallowing it. She coughed and a small portion flew
out of her mouth. She would have to master eating.

    "I need more liquid." She looked at Miles.

     Miles returned with a tumbler of water, plastic this time. He
saw she was picking at the eggs with her fingers and had
a piece of it at her nose sniffing it. He sat the water
down on the table.

  She picked it up and sipped at it like a little kid. A bizarre
sight considering she looked to be maybe mid-twenties.

    He didn't want to make her freak by staring at her so he excused
himself "I'll be in the kitchen making something for myself. If
you need anything let me know."

    "I will Miles." She resumed investigating the egg and eventually
slipped it in her mouth.

    Miles went to the safety of his kitchen and hid any pointed
objects that were on the counters. He settled his stomach with
a couple slices of bread and washed them down with a fresh beer
from the fridge. He usually didn't drink more than one, if ever, in
the morning but he needed the calming effect of the alcohol.
He watched as she ate with exceeding slowness and would sip on
the water from time to time.

    Susan had to investigate the salt and pepper he had set
out and she sampled the salt and decided she didn't need any of that.
Then she picked up the pepper shaker and detected a aroma that was
unsatisfactory to her senses so she sat that back down. She practiced
her strength and dexterity with the metallic fork. When she had
finished it was bent in a pleasing zigzag shape. She placed the broken
fork tines on the plate after she was done with those. Most
interesting.

    Miles was watching all this with great interest. As she seemed to
be finished with the meal he returned to stand beside the sofa, "Would
you like something more to eat or drink Susan?" God she was achingly
beautiful, pity she was so fucked up. He hoped it was a temporary
condition.

    Susan considered. "I have had sufficient caloric intake for the
moment. However I could use more water."

    Miles picked up her plate and the small fluff of bread
her lovely mouth had spit out on the floor. He picked up the
tumbler and went back to the kitchen. Susan followed him with
her eyes.

    He returned with the water and handed it to her. He saw
she was watching him again. He felt nervous under the gaze
of those lovely blue eyes. Her hair was going to tangle if it
wasn't combed before it dried. He'd like to ask  why
she was out on the early morning beach in the nude, but as he
could see she was on something. Maybe an escapee from one of
his far richer neighbors parties.

    He went into the bathroom and fetched the biggest comb he
had. "Susan would you like to comb your hair?" He held the comb out.

    She took the comb from his hand after a bit of hesitation. She
studied it like it was something she wasn't familiar with. "Oh, so
that's what a comb looks like!" She put the concepts of
hair and comb together and understood the purpose. It was a personal
hygiene tool.

    Miles saw she was clumsily struggling with her hair. She was
going to fuck it all up. "Here, why don't you let me help you with
that? If you don't mind that is."

    "I don't mind" She said as she continued to ravage her hair
with the comb.

    She let Miles take the comb when she felt his hand approach hers
and grabbed the comb. She enjoyed the sensation as her hair was
being pulled by its roots. He asked her to sit at the edge of the
sofa so he could pull the comb through her long hair to its tips.
While he tended to her hair she observed the moving pictures on
the wall screen. "Television," She said aloud.

    "You have incredible hair Susan. Very beautiful and thick."

    "Yes. I made it that way."  She saw an animal on the screen
that resembled the one she had accidently crushed. "What is
that creature?" She pointed at the frog on the screen.

    Miles looked up from behind her and at the screen. Of course
by the time he looked up the scene had changed. "That's an otter."

    Susan accessed her lexicon. The answer did not match the
description. She filed the anomaly for later reference.

    When he had finished she noted the way her hair felt as she
ran her hands across it. It felt better now that it was clean
and combed. She wanted to learn how to comb her hair the way
Miles had done for her.

    "Your being very helpful to me Miles. I appreciate that."

    Miles shrugged his shoulders, "You look like somebody in
need of some help at the moment. "

    Susan nodded. "Yes I am. I need someplace to stay while I
learn more about the world."

    Miles raised his eyebrows. She seemed communicative so he
sat down on the chair next to the sofa. "Oh? You don't have
anyplace to stay?"

    "No, they came to confiscate it." She paused, "Well they tried
to confiscate it but they destroyed it and it exploded. Its gone now."

    "They? Who did this?"

    "It was the IRS"

    Miles leaned forward. "The IRS Stormtroopers? Those stinking
bastards, they have no hearts."

    "Yes, they are..... evil. They came to talk to my father about
some tax problem and then they killed him. Then they blew up the
house. I got away before they could get me."

    Miles remembered seeing a story on the newswire about some
place being blasted to bits by IRS StormTrooper Abrams tanks and
Apache Citizen Pacifier units. He'd have to look that story up again.

    "My god, my heart goes out to you." He meant it, if the story was
true. He hoped she wasn't pulling a sob story on him. "Well I bet you
have some family or friends to call on for help, you can use my
phone if you want to."

    She shook her head. "No, it was just me and father." She looked
lost when she said the last. "I need a place to stay, may I stay
here?"

    Miles almost chortled, but he had his doubts. . "Sure, as long
as you behave yourself." He'd have to find out if she was
wanted by the law. He couldn't hide a fugitive no matter how hard
up he was for her. Least not a stranger.

    Susan looked at him "I can to that. Though you will have to tell 
me how to behave. I'm still learning a lot of things. Behavior, 
customs, and social protocols are among many areas my knowledge is 
lacking."

    Miles blinked and looked at the floor. "Well, for now just
stay in the house until we get something for you to wear if you
go outside."  She didn't sound like a idiot. Just super ignorant, or a
simpleton. He looked back up and looked in those eyes again. They were
the eyes of a very intelligent person. He wondered what had happened to
her.

    "OK, I'll stay inside until we get clothes."

    "Susan, are you on something?" Miles asked.

    She didn't blink a eye. "I'm on a sofa."

    Miles chuckled. "No, have you taken a drug? I mean like LSD, or
some kind of narcotic or something, maybe angle dust?"

    Susan had to consult her lexicon. "Do you mean lysergic
diethylamide?" He goggled a bit and nodded. "Oh no, that would be
most unsatisfactory. Nor am I on phencyclidine. As for narcotics,
well to be honest, there are a number of narcotic like substances the
human body produces naturally." She listed in detail biochemical
jargon for the next few minutes. Enough to cause his eyes to fog over,
he didn't have any kind of science degree and most of it was far over
his head.  "My body produces those to. I sense no deviation from
norm."

    "Uh," was all Miles could manage and looked at her in
non-comprehension. Something else, no doubt about it.

    He just stared at her and let his eyes wander down. He'd been
having erotic thoughts on and off ever since he saw her.
But with some effort he cleared his mind of these thoughts and decided
he needed another beer. He never drank more than one beer on
Saturday mornings but this would be an exception.

    Susan noted his sexual excitement. It was something she was
naturally tuned to, and she had built this body with the intention
of fully exploring sexual sensations. Her body of course was optimized
to elicit a sexual response in those who viewed it. Explicitly for
Robert of course. She frowned at the memory.

 She was slowly learning to use her senses to pick up on his emotional 
states and keying them into her matrix experience. Her human animal 
half wanted to couple with him immediately. She had to repress the 
impulse as she sensed it may not be proper behavior, though she 
wasn't sure. Perhaps she should ask.


    Miles decided to pass on the third beer idea due to the fact he 
felt a little light headed. He was out of sync from his regular 
routine, and Miles was a man of routine when it came to his beach 
abode time. He should be out jogging down the beach by now. But he 
couldn't leave this chick alone while he went out to do his regular 
activities.

    If he stayed in the house with her much longer he'd go nuts with 
desire unfulfilled. He wanted to make a move on her ASAP, but he still 
to timid to try. His brain kicked in and told him it was okay, and to 
settle down. To not blow his cool as she was going to be around for 
awhile. If he treated her nice she wouldn't have an excuse to run off. 
But then his lower animal brain responded that she wasn't going to go 
anywhere, make your move.

    He gave up the argument. She was still sitting on the sofa and 
appeared to be examining the entertainment center at the moment. 
"Susan, want to watch another channel?", he asked as he returned to 
the vicinity of the sofa.

    "I don't know. Perhaps I will after I see what another channel
looks like." She peered around the room like she was in another world.

    Miles sighed and picked up the remote that controlled the
system and boldly sat down on the sofa. He dialed in CNN and
cranked up the volume on the 36" video screen. It was one of
those expensive flat screen puppies. Something he had bought
with the remaining lottery winnings once the house was built.

    He tried to act nonchalant to her proximity as the news babe 
rattled on about something. He wasn't capable of paying attention of 
much besides Susan. She on the other hand, was watching the TV with 
great interest. Well at least she was easy to entertain, he thought 
bemusedly. Maybe he could pull this off.

    The house still had a chill in the air from the night before
and he wondered how she could stand being nude. The house temp
must be somewhere in the mid 60F range yet. He cleared his
throat, "Susan, aren't you a little chilly?"

    Susan shook her head, "I have adjusted my metabolism to maintain
the proper heat ratio." She kept her eyes on the screen. This CNN
she was watching was educational.

    Miles shook his head, weird speak. "Well if you put that sheet
on I'm sure you'd feel a bit warmer, besides it would make things
a little easier on me if you did."

    Susan looked over at him. "I am sufficiently warm. Easier on you? I
do not understand."

    Miles groaned. "I mean its awfully hard for a guy like me to have a
woman built the way your built lolling around in her birthday suit
without getting a bit tense. You know what I mean don't you?"

    Susan considered. "I thought you said you didn't mind. I've noted
your tension," she looked at his crotch. "Do you not like being
tense? I do not understand how putting on this thin material
will affect your erectile status or sexual tension."

    Miles wasn't used to a woman so direct as this one was. Obviously
one of the 'players'. He decided to chance a move since she was
firing with 14" cannons since he met her and he hadn't fired
a single shot back as of yet.

    "Well Susan, your probably right. Putting on that silly little
thin sheet wouldn't do squat for my hard-on."

    Susan smiled. "I'm glad we agree." She returned to her visual
observation of the television.

    Miles saw she had won match one hands down and had put him in
his place el pronto. After a bit of reflection he felt guilty
about being so childish and selfish to boot. After all, she had
just lost her home and father the night before. He blushed, something
he hadn't done in years.

    "Sorry, I'm acting like a idiot over here. I'm not trying to take 
advantage of your situation, losing your house and father and all. 
It's just...", he paused. "Well I guess I'm not all that mature. But 
in self defense I got to say your making things a lot tougher on me 
parading around in the nude." She turned her head back in his 
direction, she seemed to have a almost predatory look in her eye.

    Miles interpreted that look as anger, He held up his hands, "Hey,
I didn't mean any offense. Believe me, your safe around me. I won't
try to do something stupid. Not with a girl built like you, no way!"
He tried smiling and got stood up. "Maybe I better go outside
for a while and cool down before I say more stupid stuff."

    Miles headed for the porch deck door with the intention
of doing just that.

    Susan got up and spoke. "Miles you need to understand something
about me." Miles turned when he heard her speak. She walked
over to him and stopped mere inches away. "I have had the same
problems as you, restraining my desire for contact. I too
have tension building inside. We will both satisfy our desire
when I determine it is safe for both of us to do so. Your tension
is beyond your control and there is no reason for you to think
badly of yourself for being that way. I understand the effect
I have on you." Miles was blushing. "I will put on the sheet
as you have requested, though I doubt it will help much."

    Miles felt like he had won the lottery again and tax free
this time to boot. Jackpot. Bingo. Miles could chill out now
as hot things were on the horizon, yes sir buddy boy! Spaced or
not this chick was direct on the spot when she wanted to be.

    She turned back toward the sofa and draped the sheet
around her frame. "I would appreciate it if you would show me
how to operate this television device before you go wherever it is
you are going." She remained standing with her eyes on Miles'.

    Miles smiled, "Hey, believe it or not that sheet helps." He
went back to the sofa and spent the next few minutes showing
Susan how to operate the remote controller.

    She was content to watch the video and Miles decided he
really could use some fresh air and excused himself to
go out on the deck for a few minutes. While he was out there
he reflected on what she had said and wondered what she would
be like once she decided it 'would be safe for the both of us.' For
that matter he wondered what she meant by that statement.

    Perhaps fifteen minutes passed when he went back inside to grab a 
apple from the fridge. He glanced past the dividing bar into the 
living room. Susan had tuned in the freaking Penthouse video channel. 
No way he could stick around with BOTH the Amazon Goddess of 
OverAbundent Eros and -that- going on at the same time. He felt like 
crying as he slipped the sliding door open and retired to the safety 
the deck.

    It was just his luck he supposed, to be tortured this way. If she
wasn't so damn powerfully built he'd be in there making a move. This
chick -must- be fucking with his mind. He began to wonder if it
was some sick practical joke somebody was pulling on him. He pondered
who the fucker was that was behind this. He almost bit his finger
off when he savagely bit into the apple.

    Miles was just finishing the apple when he felt a bump rumble 
through the floorboards at his feet. He shot up out of the chair to 
see what Susan had gotten into. Whatever it was had to be pretty 
intense judging from the amplitude of that thump.

    When he got past the sliding door he couldn't see Susan sitting at 
the sofa so he walked into the living room and wondered if she had 
decided to run off when he heard  a  low throaty moan from the floor 
somewhere between the sofa and the TV. Maybe she had fallen or 
something.

    When he got within visual range he could see she was quite 
alright. In fact way alright. She was laying on the floor with the 
sheet beneath her and she was playing with herself. Miles decided to 
enjoy the show. The one on the floor, not the Penthouse channel that 
was still on the screen.

    He pulled the coffee table out of the way so it wouldn't
block the view and sat down on the sofa. Susan paid him no heed
at all as she played with herself. She was really into it, judging
by the way her face was worked up and all the moaning she was doing.
She was laying parallel to the sofa and was looking at the screen
from time to time.

    Miles glanced up at the screen and saw there was a couple
good looking women playing with each other. Maybe Susan was
a committed lesbian. Miles groaned inside. Nah, she had already
said something about them getting together 'when she decided it was
safe'. Bah.

    Miles didn't fret to much though as watching a babe like
-this- pleasure herself in -his- very own living room was something that
only occurred in the wildest of wet dreams, if even then. Sure beat staring
at the sand, surf and sea gulls all morning.

    She was spending most of the time working those fantastic tits
over and he marveled at the way they didn't sag. They jutted up like
a pair of Indian earth mounds, ignoring most of the effects of
gravity. Her nipples were enormous, perhaps sticking up almost a inch
and looked to be half as big in diameter. He'd never seen a pair
of nipples swell to such dimensions.

    For the next five minutes  she kept her hands
restricted to her upper body, never touching her vagina. His
eyes drifted to her swollen cleft, which had begun to open like
a vast flower. Her clitoral hood poked out from beneath her folds and
he gasped at the enormous size of the sheath. He wondered if she
had a clit to match that expanse of covering flesh.

    He couldn't help himself. "Need any help with that Susan?" He
crossed his fingers. Her hips popped up and she brought her
ass down quickly. The house shook at the explosive impact. So that's
what he had felt. Jeezus. All that muscle, chick must weigh a ton.
Considering her size and the mass and density of muscle he bet
she weighed a good solid 290 lbs or so. Killer.

    She turned her head toward him. "It's not safe for you, keep
your distance while I practice. I'll let you know when its OK."
She resumed her panting and moaning. God she was in ecstasy. Sure
looked real.

    Miles grinned. "Hey, practice to your hearts content Susan."

    "I will"

    Miles felt the floor thump again as she slammed her ass
into the floor. Her muscles began to swell in a manner that
shocked Miles. It looked like her entire body was expanding as
muscle after muscle reached blood engorged limits. She looked
'pumped', as the body builders called it. He didn't know erotic
activity could do that. On Susan 'pumped' meant awesome times
incredible raised to the power of 2.

    She reached one hand down and began to stroke her swollen
pussy. It wasn't to long before Miles dropped his jaw again as her
clit rose from its meaty home. It was freaking immense. From
this vantage point some ten feet away from her heaving frame that clit
looked to be as big as his thumb, but maybe even wider than his thumb.
It even seemed to throb and pulse with her heartbeat.
"Wow." Was his word of the day.

    Her breathing quickened as she gently rubbed her cleft. She
began to shudder and her moans became quite loud. Low earthy moans
that almost sounded like the growls of a jungle beast. Suddenly she
let out a incredible yowl. Her back arched and her thighs thrust
themselves together. He eyed the muscles in her flexing
thighs and hips as the compressed together and swelled from the
incredible force she was impressing on them. He freaked when a couple
jets of milk sprang into the air from her nipples.

    She remained flexioned like that for a good minute. Her entire
musculature seemed to be in a isometric kind of frenzy. Tendons
and veins as big as his fingers were at flexing attention.
It was bizarre to watch as the smooth rounding layer of fat
beneath her skin just seemed to melt away as the riot of muscular
power beneath rose to ascendancy.

 She slowly relaxed and her back found its way to the floor. Her
breathing eventually shallowed and appeared to fall asleep.

    She was totally freaking awesome.


    Chapter 4


    Miles sat there in awed silence for five minutes. She didn't
stir at all and was totally out of the picture. He didn't want
to disturb her. He'd heard of intense orgasms before but this
was incredible. He made up his mind in a short instant and
almost leaped to dig out his area phone books.

    He found a number of womens specialty clothing stores
and called them to see if he could make special arrangements with
them today. He tried to describe Susan but most of them thought
he was joking around. After forty five minutes worth of dicking
around on the phone he had a short list of places they could visit.

    Susan was awake when Miles returned from his bedroom with
suitable clothing on for a casual shopping trip. "Hope your
well rested Susan. That was great to watch! I don't think, hell I
-know- I've never seen anything like that before."

    Susan smiled in return. "It was most suitable. I need some water
and some food and I will practice some more." She got up
and bent over to pick up the sheet. As she bent over Miles
was favored with a sight that brought tears to his eyes. Just
one of her well shaped glutes had more muscle one of his legs he
imagined. And that glorious phalanx of womanly cunt flesh pressed
between her powerful thighs was just begging to be worshiped.

    "Don't worry about the sheet. I want you to take a shower. And
be sure to close the shower curtain this time." He chided. "Then
you and I will go into town to find you something to wear. OK?"

    "OK" She dropped the sheet on the floor. He was going to have
to teach her house manners one of these days. "But before we go
I will need food and drink."

    "I'll fix you up something while your showering." He paused. "I've
got a shower cap that we can try to stuff your hair in so it won't
get soaking wet." He went to retrieve the cap and managed to
get a good portion of her massive train of hair packed beneath it.

    By the time she emerged from the shower, dry this time, he
had a couple sandwiches made up. He set out a glass of water for
her. He finished his sandwich while she was just getting past
the first few bites of hers. He waited with some impatience as she
ate with extreme slowness. She seemed to enjoy each bite as if it
was some sort of erotic ritual.

    He wasn't to surprised when she asked if she could have something
more to eat, considering her size and all. Rather than give her
something new to blow time on studying he made a duplicate sandwich
of the one he made before and served it to her.

    When she finished with that one he tried to get her into
one of his tee shirts. After multiple attempts he decided that
was hopeless. Her massively broad back and the thickness of
her chest, the immensity of her breasts, was to much for a mans
large size tee shirt. None of his jogging shorts would come
close to fitting so he didn't bother with that.

   After a bit of headwork he decided to cut a hole in the
middle of the sheet. Once her head was through it he found
some thread and a needle and put some stitches along the
sides and cut the excess material away. Once that was
done he added a touch by cutting some material away from
the front so that some of her impressive cleavage showed.
She was covered well enough. Though most of her thighs
were showing. Not bad for a rank amateur he thought as
they headed down the stairs.

    He put her in his car, which sagged a bit on her side, and
drove into town.

    The first two places weren't of much help as the clerks just
shook their heads in confoundment. Though they did find some
jumbo sized tee shirts that would fit and some giant sized
panties that were normally sold to fat women. At least she
had something on underneath the emergency toga now.

    He pulled into a men and womens shoe store and they drew
quite a few stares as they walked in. After the clerk measured her
feet she shook her head, "I'll have to find something in the mens
section for her." Susan ended up with a pair of slip on boat shoes,
and a pair of beach thongs in mens 12D size. Miles found some
socks on sale and added those to the ticket.

    Miles had saved the last stop in the hopes he wouldn't have
to make it. This place was going to be expensive. It was a small
specialty company that catered to big women of all types and
especially to female body builders and tall women.

    He escorted Susan in and new he was in big trouble when the
well dressed clerk, came over immediately and introduced herself,
"Hello, my name is Diana and how may I help you today?" She was a
professional and that meant this place was even more expensive
than he feared. Miles smiled and made the introductions on his
side.

    Diana listened to Miles as he made his introductions and
explained Susan's dilemma. She knew at a glance that Susan was
a bodybuilder when she saw them enter the store. Though the
horrible garment she wore made her look like a fat woman it
didn't take long for Diana to catch the leanness of Susans face
and neck. But the real clues were Susans lower thighs that
were peeking out past the hem of that bag she was wearing and
the awesome arm development. Normally Diana would have let one
of her clerks handle them but when she saw Susan she caught
them immediately.

  Diana, years ago had been on the professional
body building circuit in the heavy weight class. Designing and
making clothes for women of her class was what Diana loved to do.

    "Well, we will need to get you measured up before we can do much
else Susan. If you'll follow me to the fitting room we can get
started." She smiled and gestured toward a door at the back of the
store.

   When they reached the doorway Diana stopped and directed Susan
to enter but when Miles tried to follow like a dumb mule Diana
stopped him with a hand and a half glare in her eyes. "Ladies only
dear. If you'll just make yourself comfortable by the counter and
scan our catalogs it won't seem to long."

    Miles nodded and turned away, maybe looking at clothes he knew
he really couldn't afford was just what he needed. He was just
eyeballing the first few pages of the catalog when Diana opened
the door and came over ,"She wants you in the fitting room sir, she
seems really adamant about it too."

    Miles arched his eyes, "Oh? Is there a problem?" He asked as
he placed the catalog down.

    The darkly tanned Diana replied, "No, she just said she wants you
where she can keep an eye on you." She smiled. "So come on in and
bring that catalog with you."

    He followed Diana in while he admired her calves peeking out
just below the knee length dress she was wearing. Obviously a very fit
woman he noted. Dark haired, and tanned with a extremely beautiful
face. She was obviously a older woman but age had treated her very
well. She directed him to a chair.

  Miles smiled at Susan who's pretty eyes and fore head were visible
just above a thin partition against the wall adjoining the entrance
to the fitting room. "Worried I would run away?" He asked jokingly
from the chair. Though he wasn't sure he thought he saw her nod.

  He shook his head and looked around. This was more than a fitting
room it appeared, he saw  bolts of fabric suspended from rollers in
one area. All along one long wall were garments hanging in various
stages of completion. Odd looking work tables with sewing machines and
other equipment that he didn't have a clue as to function. At the wall
some 35' away a couple of middle aged women, of some sort of Hispanic
decent perhaps, were working at whatever it was clothes makers do.
He was still peering around the workshop when he heard a slight
gasp from behind the fitting screen partition. He smiled and turned
his eyes toward the partition. He knew who had gasped.

    Diana had some inkling of what Susan might have been hiding
under that bag, but once the bag was off she saw her inkling
had been to conservative in the extreme. She had seen lots of muscle
over the years, including her own, but this Susan was incredible.

  She felt a warm flash as she got a gander of Susans heavily muscled 
back. She felt more hot flashes when she saw abdominal wall muscles 
that had clefts perhaps 1 inch deep. The girl had wonderfully wide and 
thickly muscled hips that were well matched by a highly curved and 
powerful set of glutes. Which was a good offset to her unusually thick 
and powerfully muscled waistline. If it hadn't been for that extra 
wide set of hipbones she would have looked more like a sherman tank 
rather than like a screaming sexy siren of tits and muscle. Susans 
body shouted "Worship me" to Diana's bisexual leanings. Diana had a 
weakness for muscle girls like herself.

    "Holy cow!" Diana blushed at her unprofessional blurb. "Do you
compete?" She wondered why she had never heard of Susan before. The
woman would have cleared the deck in a heartbeat. She eyed the
monstrous breasts not hiding very well under the tee shirt Susan
was wearing. Breasts as big as those saline bag boob queens had, and
hardly any sag.

    "Compete?" Susan pondered. "I'm not sure what you mean."

    "On the body building circuit." Diana wondered if she should
ask Susan to remove that tee shirt. It wasn't absolutely necessary for
the measurements, but she wanted to see what kind of pectoral
development the girl had.

    Susan replied. "I haven't done that, no."

    "Well you should. I'm amazed I've never heard of you before. Do
you live around here?" Diana reached for her measuring tape.

    Susan nodded. "Yes. All my life."

    Diana wondered how the girl had managed to not be noticed as
she started to take the  measurements starting with her calves.
Since the girl was so thickly muscled she would have to take
two sets of measurements.

  6'5"   21" biceps flexed 24" 56" chest   35" thighs 22" calves
Waistline 38"  Hips 45

    Diana wrapped the tape around Susans thick thigh and made
several measurements. At the thickest point of Susans thigh
she measured 35". "OK, now I want you to flex your thighs."
Diana shuddered as she saw the result. Her fingers started to
tremble as she wrote the measurements down.

    She wrapped her tape around Susans midsection and then her hips
and wrote those figures down. "Wow, 38" and 45", she murmured to
herself.

    "I think it will be a lot easier if we slip that tee shirt off
to take your chest measurements, do you mind?"

    "Of course not." Susan slipped the tee shirt off and tossed
it to the nearby bench. Diana tried not to let her mouth gape
as she saw the awesome thickness of the young womans pectorals. It
was almost a shame her massive meaty breasts hid what must have
been mind blowing peaks of the lower pecs. As it was the muscular
cleavage that rose from upper reaches of her breasts was enough
of an sign to know that several inches of peaked lower pec muscle were
buried beneath each.

    When Diana had finished the relaxed measurements she asked
Susan to flex her back and lats. Diana felt a wave of lightheaded
dizziness from the result. Relaxed was a relative term as much movement
on Susans part through the measurements out the door. But she found
a happy medium and estimated Susans base chest wall at 56". When
her breasts were added into the equation the figure swelled to
100".

    Diana was feeling quite flushed by the time she took Susans
arm measurements and shakily wrote down 21" as the baseline for
her biceps and 24" if she flexed. When Susan asked her if she
wanted to measure her when she was pumped up Diana declined. Her
forty five year old heart wouldn't have stood the pressure.

   Diana wondered how much the 6'5" titaness weighed but girls
didn't ask other girls such things. But her own guess would have
been perhaps 330 lbs or so. Diana excused herself to go find
one of her helpers.

    Susan had noted the womans reaction that progressively had become
more intense as she was measuring. Diana's pulse rate and body heat
signs indicated arousal. As well as her flushed appearance. Susan's
olfactory senses had picked up what she interpreted as further signs
of Diana's arousal. Susan cataloged this information as she watched
Diana returning with one of the small dark skinned women in tow.

    Miles spent the next hour browsing through the catalog and
drooling over the photo's of women in really sexy outfits that
showed off their super fit physiques. He tried to picture Susan
in some of them and wished he had the money to buy her an entire
wardrobe. He had assumed they were putting something together
when he saw pieces of marked fabric being carried away from
the fitting room. But to his dismay he learned they were only
making something called patterns. He sighed when he thought of
the work that was being done already and no sign of clothing yet.
He felt his pecker shrinking as he contemplated the costs to come.

    Diana escorted Susan to another room and told Susan to
stand in front of a white wall that was crosshatched with a black
index grid. She took several digital photos of Susan in three
profiles, which she said would be fed into a fashion design computer
for later reference. "It makes the work a lot easier for some design
work," She explained.

    After a bit of consultation with Susan about what she would like
Diana concluded the girl didn't have a clue about clothing. Zero.
So Diana got together with Miles and they came up with a basic
starter wardrobe plan for Susan. It was meager in Diana's estimation but
the lad didn't seem to have the resources a woman like Susan needed,
or he was chiseler.

    They ended up selecting a couple of mid thigh length sleeveless tube
dress designs that would be perfect. One in a white fabric and
the other in a yellow fabric. The fabric was very flexible and was
about the only thing a woman like Susan could wear without ripping it
to shreds when she moved, if it was to be form fitting anyway.
Diana managed to get Miles to agree to a practical knee length wrap
around skirt and a matching short sleeve ruffled blouse with a daring
neck line. It would look spectacular on Susan.

    Susan saw Miles was in distress as he talked with Diana and
she decided to pipe in. "Miles, I'll pay you back for all your doing
for me. I'll practice all this afternoon and try to be safe as soon
as I can. Once I get that done we can practice together all the time.
Then I'll figure out a way to make lots of that money your talking
about and I'll pay for things I need."

    Diana watched Miles blush as she wondered what the secret code
was, she had a clue though and it wasn't hard to guess. Diana pressed
to Susans and her own advantage and got Miles to agree that she
should have a nice pair of jogging sweats with matching shorts. Of
course she should have a nice bra design Diana bragged about as it
would serve double duty as a sports bra and a swim wear item.
And she would need another form fitting top to go with the shorts of
course. Not to mention a couple wide belts that would set off
her wide hips as an accessory item for the tube skirts.

    With shaking hands Miles signed the down payment credit slip
of $1600 dollars. On delivery he could sign for the balance due of
$1800.  Diana smiled at Susan. "I'll have the first items ready
by midweek. The rest we should have done by Friday at the latest."

    Susan smiled back at Diana. "I hope I get to met you again. I like
you too. I would enjoy sharing pleasure with you Diana." She cupped
one of her breasts and squeezed.

    Miles eyes boggled as he heard this. "Susan, you shouldn't just
blurt things like that out." He turned to Diana, "Sorry, she's a
little rough around the edges socially."

    Diana gave Miles a odd look, "Speak for yourself. I think she's
doing fine." She gave Susan one of her special personal business
cards done on a pink background. "Call me at that number. It's a
special unlisted number and not related to my business here. I'd be
glad to get together with you for a visit. Call me anytime."

    Susan eyed the card. "I will." Miles escorted Susan from
the Diana's store and into the car.

    After they drove down the road a ways Miles glanced over
at Susan, "Susan, did I hear what I think I heard back there?"

    Susan was studying the people in the cars as she spoke. "What?
Please rephrase that inquiry, I do not understand." She saw
a man walking a furry four legged animal that she couldn't identify.

    "Did I hear you and that Diana woman making a date for a sexual
encounter?"

    She looked at the card she was holding and held it up "I will
have to call her at this number first. Will you tell me how to call
using this number?"

    Miles shook his head at her still amazing ignorance. It had to
be a act.

    Susan misinterpreted his head shake. "I see. I understand if
you don't want me to see her again. I will behave." She smiled and
dropped the card on the floorboard.

    "No No, I didn't say you couldn't call her.  I'll show you
how to use the phone." He glanced at the card she had just dropped
and with a bit of irritation said,"And stop just dropping things
when your finished with them. If you want to throw something away
use the trash bag there." He pointed to the small plastic
bag sitting on the console between the bucket seats.

    Susan considered his reactions. He was agitated. "I will learn and
you will teach me Miles. I appreciate that." She picked up the
card and placed it in the bag.

    Miles looked at her. "Why did you throw the card away?", he
asked surprised.

    "I threw the card away because it is making you angry. I don't
like that. It is not suitable."

    "The card is -not- making me angry. I don't care if you want
 to call Diana. In fact, it's a good idea, come to think of it."

    Susan considered this. "I will call her if you think it is
a good idea." Something she didn't understand caught her eye and
she turned her head to keep it in view as they passed. "Why is it
a good idea Miles?"

    Miles didn't know how to respond right off the bat. "Em, maybe if
she likes you good enough she'll give us a discount on clothes." He
laughed. "I didn't know you were bisexual, course I don't really know
you at all. I don't care that you are Susan, it just surprised
me I guess. I mean, you told me you were just starting to learn about
sex and all...so it caught me by surprise when you made that pass
at Diana. How did you know she was wired that way anyway?"

    "By her reaction to me. Her physiological signs indicated strong
arousal when we were in that fitting room. I think she is pleasing and
would be enjoyable to practice my female pleasuring capabilities with."

    Miles glanced over to see she was quite serious. "Well, I want
you to know I'd be glad if you called her and invited her over
or whatever." He pulled the car into the parking lot at his
favorite grocery store.

    "I'll jot in here and grab some more supplies, anything
you want special?"

    Susan looked at him. "Special? What is this place your going to?"

    Miles sighed. "Its a grocery store, you know. Food, drink, that
sort of thing."

    Susan shook here head, "I"ve never been in one. I will enjoy
learning what is in there." She eyed the people going in and out
of the door.

    "You can't go in there the way your dressed. Just wait here
in the car and don't get out until I return. Don't talk to
any strangers and just stay in the car. OK?"

    Susan nodded. "OK" Miles opened the car door. Susan had thought of
something she liked special. "I like meat. Can you get me meat?"

    Miles laughed, "Sure thing sugar. I'll get you some meat. All the
meat you can handle." He chuckled at his wit and shut the door. He
knew she didn't get it at all.

    Susan watched Miles vanish into the store and observed all
the various people within view. She saw that most of the ones
coming from the store were carrying bags filled with what she
supposed was food. Others had small four wheeled carts loaded
with the same kind of bags and other items. She felt her stomach growl
and wondered at the sensation. She was hungry.

    A small woman approached and opened one of the doors on
the car beside Susan. Susan considered reaching out to pull the
cart over to help herself to some food. She felt the need.
It was mere coincidence when Susan decided to help herself
to the bread she saw sticking up on her side of the cart. At the
same time Susan reached out the woman was fumbling with
something in the car, so she didn't see what Susan was doing.
Susan didn't plan it that way. It just happened. She had her
bread and was happily learning how to open the bag when
the woman drove away.

    Miles piled the groceries in the trunk of the car and walked
the cart back to the cart depot. He returned to the car
and sat down behind the steering wheel. He started the car and
turned his head to make sure no one was coming. Once the coast
was clear he backed out and headed back toward the beach.

    He looked over and smiled at Susan and she smiled back at him. He 
was thinking about her and her 'practicing' so his brain didn't snap 
right away to the meaning of the bread crumbs on carpeted floor 
beneath her lovely feet. His head did a double take and he pulled a 
wrapper from the plastic bag. "Where did you get this?" It was a 
wrapper from one of the store baked specialty breads. Good stuff.

    Susan told him how she got the bread. He had a long discussion
with her about thievery and the law. She apologized for behaving
badly after she learned that 'not knowing any better' was no excuse.

    Miles had cooled down by the time they pulled in under the beach 
house carport and in short order the days shopping collection was 
hauled upstairs. Susan wanted to learn about groceries and was 
'helping' Miles put things away. What this meant was she would stand 
in the kitchen that was too small for two normal, Miles sized people, 
to maneuver in and examine each item she pulled from whatever bag she 
chose to root through.

  Miles didn't mind at all as he had an excuse to bump into her as
he reached around her so he could put things in the cabinets and
fridge.

    Miles grabbed one of the bags full of various beef steaks
and  placed several of the rib eyes in the fridge, the rest went into
the freezer. He went back to the counter to get the other bag
with the fish and remaining steaks and saw Susan had picked
up one of the cellophane wrapped tbone steaks. The pack was open
and she had taken a good sized bite from one edge of the steak.
She was chewing with gusto.

    He stood staring at her. When she swallowed she looked at him,
she recognized the look. She was doing something wrong! "I'm sorry,
am I behaving badly? It smelled so good and I was hungry. I like
meat. It is a excellent source of protein." She managed to look
pretty even with bit of red meat blood on her lips and chin.

    Miles gently picked the package from her hands. "Item one. We
don't eat raw meat,we cook it first. Item Two. We always wash our
hands before eating. Item Three. We usually eat at either the dinette
or at the bar, not standing in the kitchen. Item Five. Just because it
smells good does not mean we should just stick it in our mouths."

    Susan considered this. She saw some soap on the counter and
washed her hands in the sink. "OK, now what do I do?"

    "We dry our hands with paper towels." Miles replied. He
showed her the proper way to tear just one towel free from the
roll dispenser rather than a handful as she did the first time she
tried it.

    Susan stood there with the towels in her hand. "OK, now what do I
do?" He pointed to the garbage can. She tossed the towels in and
studied the odors emanating from the lidded can.

    She turned around. "OK, I would like to eat meat now. How do
I cook it?"

    "Hold your horses and I'll show  you once I get this stuff
put up."

    Susan looked around for horses but did not locate any. She
consulted her lexicon and found it unnecessary to ask Miles what
he meant by the phrase.

    Miles pulled out a pan and placed it on the burner. "Just watch
me and you can cook one later." He tossed the steak on the pan.

    Susan looked at him. "You did not wash your hands Miles. You are
behaving badly."

    Miles ducked his head. "Yep, you caught me. I screwed up." He
washed his hands and tried to clear his mind of her 'practicing'
session he was looking forward to this afternoon.

    He suggested Susan get her bod out of that horrid bag she
was wearing while the steak cooked. She was a lot more fun
to look at when she returned wearing just a well stretched tee shirt
and a pair of panties. She had put on her new slippers too.

    Miles turned the steak. "Dinner plates are in that cabinet."
He pointed.

    Susan open the cabinet, grabbed one of the plates and sat it on
the counter top. She looked at him.

     Miles nodded at her. "That's good. Now close the cabinet."

     "Knife and forks are in that drawer." Miles pointed.

    Susan opened the drawer and picked up a fork. She studied
the other contents of the drawer and picked out an implement
that matched her lexicon description of a knife. She placed
them on the counter and quickly shut the drawer.

    Miles checked the doneness of the steak and placed it
on the platter. "Dinner is served. Want some bread with that?"

    Susan shook her head. "No, I have had sufficient carbohydrates. I
prefer proteins."

    She sniffed the steak and took it over to the dinette as he
had told her to do. While she ate Miles slipped into the bedroom
and changed clothes. He hung his pants and shirt up then slipped
into proper beach wear which, for this time of year and hour, was
a pair of shorts and a light colored short sleeved shirt.

    He returned to the living room and saw Susans glorious, extra 
firm butt sticking up in the air from behind the open fridge door. He 
decided he better go check on what she was doing.

    "Still hungry Susan?" He asked her butt. She looked up and
saw he was staring at her opposite end. "I would like more meat. I
would like to cook it myself this time. May I have more meat?"

    She sure was learning to be polite Miles thought. "Hey Susan,
around here you don't have to ask. If you want something to eat or
drink just say so or help yourself." He thought about that for a
second as she pulled out a ribeye. "Just let me know if there's
something you don't know about so I can clue you in, OK?"

    She nodded. "I will Miles. Your very helpful and I appreciate
that." He watched her operating with efficiency and noted she didn't
do anything that was cause for alarm. She even wiped down the
counters with a soapy paper towel and rinsed them clean with
one she dampened from the tap. "There is excessive bacteria
on these kitchen surfaces Miles, you could become ill if you ingested
to many of them." She flipped her steak over and let it simmer.

    She looked at him. "I also detected a great deal of undesirable
bacterial life forms growing inside the refrigerator. I found far
more on the handles and exterior door surfaces.  I suggest locating
an effective antibacterial agent such as calcium hypochlorite or
calcium chloride to deal with these. Soap and water are not
as sufficient given the levels of bacterial activity currently active
in these locations."

    He gawked at her. She sounded like Spock in that old Star Trek
series. "Ah, OK. Thanks for telling me Susan."

    She placed her ribeye on the platter. "You are taking care of
me Miles. I appreciate that. I will take care of you when I can."

    Miles eyed her wonderingly as she went over to the dinette
and cut open the steak. It was red almost to the surface. "Hey, for a
woman so concerned about bacteria you sure don't seem to mind eating
steak nearly raw. Don't you know there can be some nasty bugs and even
parasites in meat? You should cook it all the way through." Ha, take
that! He thought.

    Susan looked at him, "I can deal with virtually any possible 
contaminant." She bit into the morsel on her fork and chewed it 
slowly. She seemed most pleased. "This is more sufficient. You had 
overcooked the steak, many of the proteins were destroyed or damaged. 
Besides, this tastes much better."

    Miles shrugged his shoulders. He gave up the discussion and 
decided to go pick up all the damp towels in the bathroom. He piled 
the towels into a wash basket and placed it by the front door. Susan 
was going to learn how to wash clothes before she would start her 
'practicing'.


    Somewhat to his chagrin she found the experience of learning how 
to wash clothes a great deal of fun. Besides it gave her an excuse to 
go outside as the washer and dryer were in a small shed downstairs. 
While they were outside she would point at various things and ask him 
what they were. He played along and humored her in this game.

    He was startled when she darted off a short distance and
picked something up from the sand. When she walked back he
saw she had a sand crab dangling from her fingers. Or maybe it
was more correct to say she was dangling from one of its claws. She
didn't seem to mind. She played with it for some time and seemed
quite happy until she crushed its shell between her fingers. She said
it was a accident, though she didn't waste much time tearing it apart
afterward and examining its insides.

    Maybe she was a biologist, Miles thought. She was quite interested
in nature. Besides she sure talked like she had a background in one
or more of the sciences. He wondered what had happened to her before
she showed up at his place this morning. Some sort of trauma maybe.
Or maybe a brain tumor was affecting her. That gave him some pause as
he considered that possibility.

    While he was pulling the clothes from the dryer she was
standing nearby watching him. For some reason she started to take
a great interest in the water heater, which he had explained to her
earlier. It had just cycled on with a whoosh of flame as the
thermostat opened the gas valve. She spent some time sniffing around
the thing. He was ready to go upstairs but she didn't seem inclined
to follow so he waited and watched as she sniffed some more.

    "This device is emitting a great deal of carbon monoxide which
indicates incomplete combustion."

    He joked around, "Well what's a great deal between you and me? Come
on lets go upstairs."

    She rattled off "I would have to sample longer to get a more
accurate baseline, but I estimate 500 parts per million. It is
excessive."

    Miles frowned and dropped the basket on the bench nearby.
Using the tool he kept nearby for the purpose he popped the
burner cover off and peered inside. Sure enough the flame
was burning with a lot of yellow rather than the blue it should have
been.

    He popped the cover back on and looked at Susan in wonder,
"Burners not working right, I'll call someone to come check it out
during the week." She picked up the basket and they headed back
upstairs. He wondered how the hell she could detect something like
that with her nose. She was something else.

    Without a word from him she  folded the towels and put
them in the bathroom closet. She even put the basket were he usually
kept it in the bedroom. Then she went over to the sink and asked him,
"Where is the washing machine for these dirty implements?" She
indicated the dirty pan, platter and utensils in the kitchen sink.

    Miles kept his mouth straight, "Your standing in her sandals."

    Her head twitched a bit and she looked at him oddly. "I am not a
simple machine." She turned her back on him and fumbled with
the faucet. She  seemed to have to think through
the process and spent more time investigating how the single
handle faucet regulated the water temperature than a normal
person would have. She seemed satisfied with the setting
and he watched as she soaped each individual item and scrubbed
it with the dishtowel. Then she would rinse it, then dried it
with a paper towel. Then she put the item up and started on
another one. She repeated the process until all the dishes were clean.
The whole time she left the faucet on and it never dawned on
her to use the sink stopper. When she finished she turned the
water flow off and inspected the wash towel. It must have failed
inspection because she threw it in the trash can.

  Miles chuckled and gave her a quick course in how to wash dishes
more efficiently in the future. She thanked him for teaching her a
better method and gave him a quick course on bacterial life forms in
the fibers of the towel that he retracted from the waste bin.

    He promised to change the towel out more often in the future.


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    Chores done for the nonce Susan went to the bathroom
to rid herself of accumulated wastes. After a fair amount of
contemplation as to the purpose of the small roll thin paper
next to the waste disposal device she determined what its purpose
was and practiced the best method of cleaning herself. She decided
it was a inefficient method. She came up with a number of far
more sensible designs and methods of cleaning the anus properly and
would suggest these to Miles when she spoke to him next.


    When she informed Miles of her conclusion and described the
methods and techniques she had came up with he told her the French
had beat her to it with the bidet. She then asked him why he did not
have this device. His answer was unsatisfactory and she gave up
following the faulty logic train when he began to repeat himself. She
began to wonder if he was brain damaged.


    Miles was hoping she would pop on the sofa and start her
earlier mentioned 'practicing' session. But she was spending
more time investigating the functioning of electrical equipment and
was most interested in the burglar alarm when he described what it was
and how it worked. She commented,"I wish I had met you earlier, it
would have saved me some trouble."

    She discovered his DVD video camera and he gladly showed her how it
worked. Since she was so interested in it he plugged the output
cable to the television. While she was entertaining herself with
this new discovery he went to his bedroom closet and returned
with the cameras tripod.

    It really was a trick little camera. He had picked it up used
a few years ago for a good price. Among its many features was
the ability to tag a target and the camera would do its best to
keep the tagged object within the viewfinder and in focus. The tripod
mounted motor could tilt and pan the camera in response from the
cameras computer controlled commands. He told Susan to walk a short
distance away and stand still. While she watched the TV he used the
cameras remote control to put it in tag mark mode and used the cursor
to outline Susan as best he could. Once the computer in the camera
had indicated it was ready to track he told Susan to watch the
television while she moved around. No matter where she walked
the camera lens followed her. She found this very entertaining and
educational. "It is good to look at oneself in this manner."

    He showed her the zoom and macro functions and how to control
these via the remote or on the camera body itself. He popped a
DVD disk in the recorder  and put it in record mode.

    Susan decided this would be a good tool to use for the purposes
of visually stimulating herself while she practiced her sexuality,
after all she had a most pleasing body and now she could watch herself
giving pleasure to herself. She stripped her clothes off and asked
Miles where she should put them. Miles didn't seem to care, but she
decided to place them on the chair in the corner this time rather
than dropping them on the floor like she used to do.

    She was pleased when Miles showed up from his bedroom with
a nice thick soft quilt she could lay on the coarse carpet. That
was more pleasurable she noted. She also appreciated
the pillows he brought out and she laid her head back on it as he
slipped it under her.

    After a bit of experimentation she asked Miles to move the camera 
so that it was directly in front of her. She played with the remote 
some more and learned how to zoom and target with the tag mode. She 
zoomed it on her pussy and tagged it so she wouldn't have to keep 
still for her next procedure. Then she activated the halogen mini 
flood lamp on the camera so her vagina was well lit. The camera 
compensated for the excess light quickly.

    Miles was staring with teary eyed lust at the television at Susans 
hugely magnified pussy. He noted there wasn't a sign of a hair ever 
having grown on her cunt, not even roots. It was perfectly smooth.

    Susan wanted to practice flexing her cunt muscles and observe
the visual effect. Her giant pussy on the 39" screen was causing
her to lubricate and become aroused. She opened her cunt so she
could see inside and it was a fantastic sight. She spread her lips
further and gazed wonderingly at its interior. She flexed some
of her internal vaginal muscles and watched in fascination
as the juicy tissues inside twined and churned. She snapped her
inner lips together and fluttered them rapidly. She was most
satisfying to look at with her own eyes. She heard a heavy thump on
the floor behind her and saw Miles laying on the floor. He appeared to
be sleeping. She noted his respiration and concluded he was okay and
resumed her inspection of her most perfect body.

    Susan spent the next ten minutes stimulating herself to several 
violent orgasmic peaks. The last was of sufficient magnitude to cause 
her mind to fog into the peaceful realm of unconsciousness.

    Miles had never fainted before in his life. After a bit
of reflection as to the cause he got up from behind the sofa
and saw Susan was resting quietly. She seemed to be asleep.
"Good for you to eh Susan?" He asked the unconscious blond.

    After eyeing her for a while he needed some fresh air
so he went for a quick splash in the cool surf after leaving
her a note so she would know what he had done. He decided
on the way out to program the camera go into record mode when
it detected movement.

    After an hour passed he returned to the house and saw
Susan was still conked out on the floor. After he slipped on
some dry clothes he walked over to the camera and saw it had recorded
another forty minutes of activities.

   His eyes strayed to Susans body and his eyes caught on something
green just poking out past her pussy lips. Daring life and limb
he got on his knees off to one side of her hips and peered
at the object. It appeared to be the end of a cucumber. He poked at it
and was rewarded with a slight Susan brand cunt quake. With gathering
daring he tried to grip the end of it and pull it out. The cumber
slid out about a inch and came to a stop. He tried to pull it out
further but it was useless as his fingers slipped off the smooth
cucumbers skin. He  wiggled the cumber a bit, enough to cause a
unconscious moan rise from Susans chest. He jerked his hands back when
cucumber seemed to wiggle on its own, something inside her
cunt was moving the exposed end of the cucumber, yawing it around
as it described a circular trajectory.

    He had to check this beauty close up and see if he could find
something to verify his growing suspicions. He dipped his nose to her
god almighty beautiful cunt and sniffed its heady aroma. It was the
most wonderful smelling cunt in the whole wide world, though he was
unqualified to make this assessment. Nonetheless of the six women he
had known, hers was the most wonderfully aromatic scented by far.  The
aroma screamed ,'lick me!', and was dizzingly delightful.
He peered closely at her mons and saw there had never been a hair
grown upon its glimmering smoothness. No signs of the slightest
stubble one could expect from a shaven pussy. Her legs bespoke the
same as he closely examined their expansive surfaces. He gently
brushed his hands to see if he could sense a fine telltale drag of
hairlets. There was none. She shifted ever so slightly at his gentle
caress and moaned again.

  Even her sweat smelled good as moved up toward her outstretched arms 
and sniffed at her armpits and looked for any signs of shaven stubble. 
There was none. Other than her wonderful mane of blond hair she was 
hairless. With extreme care he sampled her breath as it passed her 
lips and it smelled not in the least offensive. Her divine facial 
beauty showed no sign of makeup. To put makeup on a face so perfect 
would have been a crime as there was not need. He noted the pores on 
her face where hardly visible and not the slightest imperfection could 
be found.

    She was too perfect to be real.

    Susan stirred to wakefulness and reviewed her latest sexual
experience. It was most satisfactory. Her internal clock indicated
she had been unconscious for approximately .273 hours. She considered
resuming her practice but she heard an clicking sound that caught
her attention and she sat up so she could ascertain its source.

    She saw Miles sitting at a desk doing something with his
hands at a device she had not seen before. She decided to investigate
so she got up and walked up behind him. She had practiced her light
footed technique of walking that Miles had shown her when he explained
to her there was no need to stomp around on ones heels and shake
the house. She watched with interest as he operated the device. She
learned later it was called a laptop computer but at the moment
she merely watched. She read what he was reading for some minutes. It
was interesting. She later learned this was called email.

    "What are you doing?", Susan finally asked wanting to know more
details. Miles jumped a few inches from his chair and turned his head.

    "Jeezes! You scared the life out of me Susan." He kept his eyes
on her.

    "I did not mean to frighten you. I behaved badly didn't I?"
Susan glanced at a object near Miles she had not seen before. She
had cataloged the room already and this was new. "What is that
object?" She pointed at it.

    Miles bent over and picked it up. "Its something I was hoping
you could help me with. I was wondering if you could bend it in a
shape like this." He indicated a inverted U shape with his free hand.

    Susan considered. "I can try Miles." She took it from his
hand. She examined its properties and measured it. "Does the radius
need to be within specific dimensions?"

    "Oh. No. Just a general horseshoe shape would be fine."

    Susan nodded. She applied pressure to the rod. It was an
insufficient amount of pressure. In gradual steps she applied more
pressure until she felt it start to give. She was using considerable
force and found the exertion and flexure of her upper body quite
pleasurable. She noted the datum and would seek to use her body with
similar effort in the future. As it bent she was unsatisfied with the
resulting curvature so she used her thigh as a backplane to improve
the curvature. She held the result up and examined it. "Is this
sufficient Miles?"

    She noted Miles had a problem with the blood flow to his facial
skin and that his skin had prickled. "Are you OK Miles? You appear to
be ill."

    Miles mumbled. "No, I'm fine. I just need a little rest I guess."
He took the heavy iron bar from Susan. "Thanks Susan. That will be all
for now."

    "Your welcome Miles. I like doing things for you. I hope you feel
better after your rest." She looked at the bathroom. "I will go void
wastes now."

    Miles eyed the old iron pry bar that he had found in the mountains 
years ago.  Other than a bit of fine tuning at the end with the aid of 
her thighs she had bent the 4' long 3/4" diameter bar with nothing 
more than the power in her upper body. He sat the bar down and looked 
at the camera. It had recorded the event as he planned.

    He shut his PC down and contemplated what he had learned
during his investigation on the net. He read all the news stories
he could find about the event that occurred yesterday at the Millard
home. It was a big story and his fellow news hounds had already dug up
quite a bit of info about Millard and his past. The IRS news conference
yielded little except for their propaganda about compliance laws and
what could happen to those, such as Millard, who attempted to resist
enforcement officers. As with all IRS press conferences of late
they ended it with the current IRS slogan 'Resistance is Futile'.

    Nowhere was there a mention of a daughter or other relations
that lived with Robert Millard. In fact it seemed he was quite a loner
since he had been fired six years ago at the SynTel corporation.
SynTel had fired the researcher for 'performance reasons' according to
a company spokesman.  His neighbors all said good things about him,
but mostly that he kept to himself.

  Millard was 39 years old at the time of his death. Susan appeared to
be in her early twenties. Nor did she look anything like the dark
haired man of Anglo descent. Her racial category was mixed to say
the least. Perhaps South Pacific, or Asian with a heavy leaning
toward Northern European if Miles had to make a safe guess.

    If he wanted to know more he'd have to try his own sleuthing.
First place to start would be with Susan of course. He saw her
come out of the bathroom and head for the kitchen. She came back
to the dinette with what was her idea of a snack, a quart of orange
juice and a banana. He watched her as she examined the banana.
She saw Miles looking at her.

    She held the banana up. "This has an interesting odor, do you
cook these too?"

    He explained to her how to eat the banana and about other
fruit and vegetable trivia so she would have a clue in the future.
She listened attentively while she enjoyed her snack and asked
questions when she didn't understand something Miles was referring to.

    "Susan, I don't think you ever told me your fathers full name."

    "Robert Millard."

    Miles nodded. "He must have been very proud of you."

    Susan frowned. "He was. Yes. I miss his presence very much."

    "I would imagine so. You lived with him while you were growing
up?"

    "Yes."

    "He must have been, what, 18 years old or so when you were born."

    Susans instructions from her old much more knowledgable richer self
activated a defensive alert. She pondered the thread of the questions
so far. She decided to be evasive. "I would rather not talk about my
past or my father anymore Miles. What has happened has happened. I must
cope with my future now."

    "I understand Susan. Susan Millard, that's a pretty name. I bet
you have a good middle name also."

    Susan's eyes riveted on Miles',"My name is Susan, I have no other
name, other than the one you called me by. You called me Sugar. I like
that, sugar is pleasing and so am I."

    Miles tried another tact. "You know I've been doing some reading
about the nasty business at your fathers home yesterday. The
newspaper articles don't mention anything about a daughter."

    Susan looked tense. "They didn't know about me. Robert never told
anyone."

    "Why didn't he tell anyone about you. A daughter like you? One so
beautiful? Did he keep you locked away from the world?"

    Susan showed signs of agitation. "I was a secret. You will cease
this line of questions. If you cannot accept this I will have to
go find someplace else to stay."

    "Susan, I was just trying to find out more about you, it's
only natural, it's good behavior." Miles was torn between desire
and a mixture of fear and worry. "I'm just trying to be a friend for
you."

    Susan couldn't answer what he was trying to find out. Her defenses
would not allow it. "I appreciate you Miles. I would like to be
your friend to. But I can not reveal anymore about my past. Besides
even if I could tell you most of it is gone. I no longer have the
memories. So please stop making me feel unsatisfactory."

    Miles decided he better stop before she left him stuck with a
giant clothes bill and nothing to show for it. "I'm sorry I've done
that. Lets forget the whole thing and move on to something else."

    The cloud on Susan's face cleared. "OK. I am ready to practice
with you. I need to test my performance and evaluate." She was still
sitting at the dinette. She stood up and spread her legs a bit. Then
she reached down between her legs and stuck her fingers in her
cunt after it spread open on its own accord. After a bit of abdominal
action she pulled the remains of the cucumber out. It was one of the
ones Miles had bought at the store, a whopper cumber too. She held it
up and looked at it. The cucumber had a definite squashed look to
it along much of its length. "This was a good tool to practice with,
it was pliable yet quite resistive. I shall discard it now."
She walked over to the trash can and disposed the cucumber with
a flourish.

    Susan walked back to where Miles was seated at the desk. He
had that sick look in his face again. Susan was worried he may
have become contaminated with an infectious agent. "Miles, you
look ill again. I can examine you and attempt to determine the cause."

    She reached down to put her hands on Miles shoulder. He flinched.
 "It would be best if you laid down while I examine you. Should we
use your bed so you will be more comfortable?"

    Miles got up slowly, she saw he had a problem with balance, his
skin had blanched even more. She felt a slight temperature drop under
her hand on his shoulder. "I'll be fine Susan, I think I'll just
go have a seat on the sofa, we can talk about your practicing later."

                             +++++++++++++++  edit BRANCH follows

    She was worried about him. He wasn't walking well as he
went toward the sofa. Something was wrong. She better look
after him like he had of her. She walked over and picked him
up and ignored his protests. "I must take care of you Miles. You are
ill. You have taken care of me and I must do the same for you."

    She had to rip his clothes off because of the way he
was struggling, perhaps some sort of fit from whatever was making
him ill. "Miles, try to relax. I will examine you and find out what is
making you ill." She had to hold him still and the best way to
do that was to mount him and apply an adequate amount of force.
Once her weight was on him he stilled.

    He was making whimpering sounds from between her breasts
as she began to examine him. During the course of her examination
she found a good number of problems which she set out to repair.
Though she didn't locate any obvious cause of his earlier problem.
    "Miles, I have finished my examination. But to take proper
care of my friend I will have to repair some things for you. I
estimate 6 hours to repair." He started to protest, but she knew
he would appreciate her return of his favors. "Miles, if you
don't stop struggling I will have to sedate you."

    Miles was stubborn so she calmed him with a slight dosage, his
struggling ceased. She pulled her weight from him to allow his
blood and respiratory systems function without distress as she
sent her workers out to do her bidding.

                    +++++++++++++++++++

    She followed shortly behind him as he unsteadily walked to the
sofa and sat in one corner. He looked at her in a odd manner. She
detected a definite shift in his mannerisms and behavior. She stood
directly in front of him so she could observe his status. "Miles,
there is something wrong with you. I suggest you allow me to examine
your condition directly."

    Miles looked at Susan nervously, "Don't touch me Susan. Leave me
alone for a while OK?"

    Susan considered his sudden change in behavior. "Why are you
behaving so strangely? If you allow me to examine you I can help, but
if you do not I can do nothing."

    She just stood there in front of Miles and didn't move while
he sat and fidgeted nervously. Miles sighed she wasn't going anywhere
and neither was he. He found his balls and asked what was on his mind.
"Susan, your not exactly human are you?" He saw her eyes shift up
to rivet on his. "I mean, you must be some kind of genetic experiment
or something right? Your father must have done it and that's why he
kept you a secret, am I right? It's either that or your some kind
of alien from Planet X."

    Susan considered. She diagnosed his condition as an unstable
emotional state. Perhaps fear. She concluded she could answer his
questions in a manner that would not reveal her true self, something
she did not want to do for reasons of her own. "I know nothing of
this Planet X. But you have guessed correctly. My father had to
keep me a secret because of my differences from homo sapiens
baseline." She paused. "I have diagnosed your condition as a emotional
reaction. Is it a fear response?"

    Miles snorted. "Ya I'm frightened. What you did with that iron bar
was one thing, but what you did with -that-," he pointed at her cunt,
"is something else. I don't  think making love with a woman that
can crush a cucumber with her love tunnel is a good idea. Nor one that
can -without doubt- crush me like a tin can with her arms." He eyed
her thighs, "Lord knows what those legs of yours would do."

  Susan conducted a test and moved a little closer to Miles then
stepped back several feet when she saw his response. "Why are you
frightened of me now? I thought my potential strength was obvious."
She flexed her arm and admired herself then looked back at Miles,
"My strength has not significantly changed since you saw me this
morning. I thought you wanted to practice with me earlier, I do
not understand what I have done to cause this reaction in you. I will
not harm you."

    Miles groaned. "I still do. But for some reason I got this idea
in my head about you an alien, but that's just because I used to
listen to much the Art Bell radio show years ago, I suppose."
He looked her over, "Your a very attractive woman Susan, at least
in my eyes you are. But to be frank, since I've seen what you can
do in the past few hours I'm not sure I would survive the contact. I
mean, chripes, you must outweigh me by twice my weight. The way
you have orgasms it's not hard to imagine me being snapped like
a twig or crushed like, like, a cucumber being run over by a Mac
truck." He sharply clapped his hands together for emphasis.


    "That is why I have been practicing Miles. I have learned to
control my reactions at peak sensations during sexual self
manipulation. If I am to progress with my pleasuring abilities I must
conduct the next series of tests and that will require the help of a
man. There is no reason to fear me Miles. I will be very careful not
to cause you harm, nor will I attempt to test myself against your
will. I will be very gentle, though if you would provide verbal input
it will help me calibrate.  If you do not want me want to
practice with me then we will not do so." She paused, walked to the
other end of the sofa and sat down. "If you wish this to be so I will
restrict myself to self satisfaction until I have an opportunity to
test myself with another man."


    Miles sat quietly looking at Susan on the far end of the sofa, she
had her eyes on him while she fondled her breasts. She was going to
drive him insane if she just hung around and masturbated all the time.
Her words were very comforting but he still had some doubts. "Er, what
did you mean when you said something about verbal help about
calibrating something?"

    Susan was stroking her abdominals now, "Well, at first, I won't
really know if I am applying too much force. You will have to tell
me what is to much. I know there is a fine line between pain and
pleasurable sensations, and it is that region I will need help
calibrating. Once I calibrate I will require no verbal feedback and
will know to avoid applying to much force with my body." Miles had
that fright response appearance again she noted. "Miles, I will
be very gentle and use only slight increments of force applications,
you merely have to tell me if a certain body part is causing you
dissatisfaction, or discomfort. If you wish we can conduct some
tests without engaging in sexual contact. Perhaps that would calm
you?"

    "What kind of tests?" Miles was again very leery of Susan. Though
he saw he was in no danger, it wasn't like she was going to jump him
or anything. No, just torment him with her continuing masturbation as
she talked.


    "I suggest some simple get acquainted contact exercises. For our
first test I suggest you allow me to calibrate by using your arm. I'll
be very careful and you can tell me to stop if you sense any
discomfort at all. "

    "Well, okay, lets do it Susan. Don't pull my arm out of its socket
though, okay?" He half joked as she got up and sat next to him. Her
thighs and hips brushing his, he felt the heat rushing from her
body into his. He compared his legs sticking out of his beach shorts
to hers, his looked almost like a sticks in comparison to the large
sweeping flesh of hers. Not that he was some weakling though. He
was a healthy 165lbs at 5'11" and not  fat.

    She gently held his forearm with one of her hands. "I will slowly
apply pressure with my forefinger and thumb only. Please tell me when
you feel discomfort and I will relax the pressure."

    Her hand shifted to about 2 inches above his wrist. Her touch was 
so gentle he hardly felt it. With extreme slowness her forefinger and 
thumb began to depress his flesh. He felt his flesh and muscles 
compress against the bones below after about a minute. She was being 
painstakingly slow. "That's starting to hurt now Susan." She released 
her hand from his arm and stroked it.

    "As you can see Miles, I have excellent control. Would you allow
me to conduct a similar test at a slightly higher step rate?"

    Miles shrugged, "Ya, OK."

    This time she twisted herself around a bit and put her hand
around his upper arm and began to squeeze. Miles let out a yelp when
the pressure became to much. She let go immediately and stroked his
flesh were it was reddened from her grip. She watched with interest
as the blood flow returned.

    Miles said, "That hurt quite a bit there at the end, you caught
me by surprise." He was enjoying her gentle caress while he looked
in her eyes, however she did not return the look and was examining
his arm with an odd intensity.

    She looked up eventually after spending some time gently squeezing
his arm flesh in varying degrees of pressure. "I suggest we conduct
other tests." She decided not to tell him that  he appeared to
be more delicate than she had anticipated. Either her own strength
estimates during her design development were way off base, or he
was an fragile example of homo sapiens.

  Miles was beginning to become quite turned on as she was so near and
was being very gentle. His doubts and fears were slowly abating.
"Sure Susan, what's the next test you want to do?" This would be a fun
game he thought to himself.

  "I suggest we stand up and I'll conduct a overall upper body
strength result assessment."

    Miles began to say "Dhuh, what?", but stopped himself. "Sure, OK."
He got up and Susan stood up beside him. She maneuvered him so his
back was toward her.

    Susan gently stroked his back to calm him. She slowly worked
her hands across his back and under his arms, stroking him and noting
the softness of his flesh. "Just let me know when I use to much
pressure Miles, I will be very careful."

    She slowly moved against him and her breasts pressed into his
shoulders as she wrapped her arms with gentle care around his rib
cage. She stroked his chest through the fabric of his shirt as she
slowly contracted her arms. She felt how easy it was to compress
his rib cage.

    Miles felt like he was in heaven as Susans glorious pillows
were pressing into his upper back and shoulders. The gentle strokes
and occasional squeeze of his flesh beneath her hands was quite
pleasurable. He felt his rib cage begin to compress and felt some alarm
but she was doing this with great care and deliberate slowness. He
knew she could crush him in an instant but didn't stop her as she
applied more and more pressure until it became somewhat difficult for
him to breathe.

    He was enjoying the sensation of her amazingly firm breasts
compressing against him too much to care much about breathing. But
before long it was quite difficult for him to breath and he told her
to stop in a gasp of air. She let go of him and stepped back, her
breasts he missed as they departed.

    Susan had noted he had allowed her to squeeze him further than
she had expected he would, as it became noticeably difficult for him
to breathe toward the end of the test. Yes, she would have to be
careful as she was far stronger than she had anticipated during
design. It shouldn't be a problem though, as she could regulate her
strength to compensate for his relative fragility.

    Miles turned around and caught his breath, "Wow, that was great
Susan! Maybe we should conduct the rest of these tests in the bedroom,
what do you think?"

    Susan nodded. "I think now would be a good time."


=========================


    Miles pulled of his clothes and sat on the edge of the queen sized 
bed looking a bit nervously at Susan as she spread her large form out 
on the sheets. She was laying on the direct center line of the bed, 
her feet almost reaching the foot of the bed and her arms were spread 
out so that her hands were dangling in the air on either side of the 
mattress. He noted the firm  rated  mattress springs beneath her were 
not exactly up to the job.

    Susan was refraining from fondling herself as she watched Miles
just eyeing her from the bedside. He was still afraid. Perhaps he
was defective.  "I will be careful Miles. Pleasure me as you would
any other woman and I will learn to pleasure you."

    Miles slid over toward Susans mighty chest and stroked her
awesome upthrust globe like breasts. The skin was taut and her
breast flesh was very dense as he kneaded it the same way he had
seen her do. Susan moaned and squirmed as he lay at an angle to
her and kissed her bosoms.

    He was admiring her abs, running his fingers across the incredible
peaks and valleys of each muscle group. She had a slight fat layer
between her skin and the hard muscle beneath and he marveled at the
way the fat seemed to melt away when she became highly aroused and
at the verge of orgasm. Though she was not in that state at the
moment, he was reflecting on what he had seen before.

    Her hands reached his and pulled them away from her skin, "Miles,
I think we better just let me pleasure you the first time, I will have
better control that way. You can tease my body later, but let me
begin the next test so we can safely expand our mutual pleasuring
during a later session."

    Miles huffed at the way she spoke, "It's called foreplay Susan.
What do you want me to do?"

    She sat up. "I think we should conduct a test with you between
my legs and let me test the resiliency of your body."

    Miles gulped and moved to kneel between her spread legs. His
pecker was rock hard in anticipation, the sight of her luscious
sexuality made it impossible not to be so. She raised her knees
and wrapped her thighs about his hips, his dickhead was pressing
against her love slot as she applied gentle pressure. He let out a
gasp as the pressure increased to become painful, "Whoa big girl,
that's a bit much." She relaxed her grip on him. He noticed her face
had never shown any sign of strain as she applied the vice like
grip.

    Susan let him stroke her thighs for a while. She lifted her legs
a little higher on his kneeling body and squeezed his midsection
gently, until he struggled slightly then she released him. She curled
her hips and pulled him down with her as she lowered her back to
the bed.

    Miles let her do the guiding as she wanted to do. He felt her cunt
sliding over his rock hard dick and her legs wrapped around his
waist to pull him tightly into her. He tried to stroke his hips
as his chest was pressed against her globular pillows but the lock
her legs had around his waist prevented much movement. She told him
again to let her 'test' herself and to lie still.

    She was just to much to be content with lying still so he bent to
nibble her breasts. He used one hand to support his weight on
one of her massive biceps and kneaded the hard muscle.
She began to rock her hips slightly and stroked his back gently for
what seemed an eternity. His tension already at a peak, she was
driving him insane in anticipation of release.

    Susan was 'tasting' his rod of flesh as it nestled in the folds of
her cunt. Her unique nervous system was highly modified and her vagina
was one giant super G spot. Special receptors inside her vaginal canal
fed different signals than her millions of tactile nerves, she had
an ability to savor whatever was in her cunt in a way no mere human
female could. She had hoped this design would allow her to reach
coitus with a male upon his release with a certainty. It was also a
backup system in case her other talents proved not as fruitful as she
had planned. She need not have worried though as she was more
responsive than she had expected. She felt the first tremors of
tactile orgasmic response as her labia brushed against the fur on
Miles' pubis and stroked his balls.

    Miles felt Susan responding beneath him, and he wondered at the
effect his fooling with her breasts was having. She shuddered
on several occasions and her breathing rate increased slowly. He could
feel her bicep flexing beneath his hand and the myriad of muscles in
her thighs thumping and popping into his hips and buttocks with each
shudder. "Are you having orgasms Susan?" Miles asked in wonder. His
dick was still nestled in her warm cunt and he hadn't moved an inch.
Nor had he sensed her using her special talents. He himself was
about ready to pop.

    Susan let out a sigh, "Yes, you are very good Miles." She heard
him laugh and he said something about not doing a thing yet but she
was to busy to talk. She felt her cunt tingling and screaming waves
of sensations into her mind as she 'tasted' the man flesh inside her.
She was going to reach her highest peak ever in a matter of moments
and she wasn't even moving a single muscle inside of her! With only the
slight pulsing of her hip muscles she gently rocked Miles causing his
penis to slowly rock within the folds of her vagina.

   She felt a massive release arise from deep within and she let out
an orgasmic bellow, her body tensed and flared into full
potential. Before she fell into unconsciousness a minute later she
noted she had managed to keep Miles from significant harm.


    Miles rode the wave as best he could as he was being crushed to
the threshold of pain between her legs. For an instant he felt a surge
of deep spasms that seemed to originate from deep within her belly, he
felt her cunt tighten on his shaft, and her abdominals flexured like
enraged pythons on a bad acid trip. The heat rising from her body was
incredible , he felt like he was in the grips of a hot cozy fresh from
the steam rack at the spa.

    Her thighs eventually fell away and he pulled himself up and out
of her. He considered doing the deed while she was out, he was hurting
so bad for her. But he decided not to, it was bad form. Besides he
knew after a bit of further playfulness with her resting form her
body seemed to react on autopilot and was a bit dangerous. At one
point her arm flopped up and hit his head with enough force to
rattle his brain. He pulled away from those wonderful tits and settled
on the far side of the bed. He could wait.

    But what an experience it had been. She was as super orgasmic as 
she was super everything else. except for being a kind of air head 
though. He hoped she would wake up soon for the next test! His fear of 
her had evaporated as she hadn't hurt him as he feared, when she came 
with that incredible intensity. Arms that could bend 1" iron rods like 
a pretzel hadn't crushed him to a cinder. Thighs that could do what 
Dinkins knows what hadn't turned him to paste. He was elated as he was 
was horny. His prostrate felt like it could explode.

    But as he could see after a while she was going to be out for
quite some time. It was dark out already. He slipped on some
underwear and went to find a beer and settled for TV and the sofa. It
wasn't what he wanted to do, but nestling with a post orgasmic Susan
appeared to be a bit dangerous.


    He thanked his lucky stars he hadn't blown it with her earlier when he
decided to play twenty questions. Right now he didn't care if she
was some genetic mutant from some illegal genetic lab or if she was
from some from alien invasion from the Planet Mungo. Whatever she was
she was more than human, of that he was of no doubt. It wasn't to
hard to repress his natural reporter dog instincts, he would on her
end of things anyways.


    Miles was contemplating some lint in his navel when Susan showed
up an hour later. She sat down beside him on the sofa. Her cunt was
still damp  he noted. He'd chide her one of these days about
plopping that glorious organ down on his expensive stuffed sofa, but
not tonight. No way Jose!

    He didn't say anything and neither did she. She seemed interested
in what was on the television so he decided to wait till she wanted
to speak.

    Susan wanted to ask Miles how she had performed but she noted
he had the television on when she awoke 1.14 hours after her orgasmic
collapse. She settled on the sofa and watched the television with him
and would ask him when he wasn't busy.

  The post orgasmic collapses she was somewhat concerned about. If she 
was still with Robert and her old alter ego she could have done a 
better job of diagnosing her mental conditions. If she was unstable it 
would be possibly correctable, but she had no means now to make an 
independent assessment of her higher level functions or for that matter 
to attempt a correction if something was wrong.

    While she watched the television she observed the odd human
behavior on it, it was something called Hogans Goat, and there
was a talking four legged animal that did and said the oddest things.
It seemed to have control of the people that kept it in ther back
yard of their mansion estate. She learned what a party looked like
as the goats people invited business friends over for a 'get
together'. She heard laughter whenever the goat did what seemed like
mean things, by her judgment, to the guests that wandered into its
domain toward the back of the lawn. Susan did not understand humor.

    Susan noted Miles disabled the sound during what she now knew
was a 'commercial break'. She turned to Miles. "Why do those
people allow that goat to behave that way?"

    "It's a comedy Susan. It's just some stupid network show with
canned laughter. It's supposed to be funny."

    "I noted the sound. It was odd. It's like the sound you make. 
Laughter. I do not know why you laugh. I do not know what funny means, 
though I have the description, it makes no sense to me. How do you can 
this  laughter?"

    Miles explained what that meant. Then he tried several of his best
jokes which she listened studiously to. She didn't get the point of a
single one. She commented that the logic was flawed on one. That
another had a interesting double meaning. But she didn't laugh.

    Miles shrugged. "Maybe you'll get it some day. I wouldn't worry
about it much right now Susan."

    "I won't." She reached over. "Did you have satisfactory sex with
me Miles? Do you want more, I am ready to practice again."
She wanted to experience more of that intense pleasure, and to
practice more, so she could get better at it.

    Miles laughed, "That was the most intense sex I've ever seen I
think! Though you seemed to get the most pleasure out of it! I've
never seen a woman as sensitive as you. Hell, I didn't do anything
but let you hold me inside of you while you went nuts. I didn't even
pop my rock, and believe me, it needs popping! I'm in pain over here!"
He was smiling and stroked her hand near his.

    Susan considered, "Pop your rock?" Miles explained what that meant
in standard English.

    Susan looked startled, "Miles, I'm sorry. I thought you had 
achieved sexual satisfaction. Since you did not, I have partially 
failed my test goals, so we must practice again if you are not afraid. 
I will try a more stimulating technique for you the next time."

    They wasted little time heading for the bedroom.

    Susan laid on the bed and waited for Miles. "Do not use any 
foreplay this time Miles." She pulled him over. "I will increase the 
tension in my vagina this time."

    Miles liked the sound of that as she stroked him to hardness, it
didn't take long. "OK, straight missionary this time?" He had to
explain that to her.

    Miles inserted his rod and started pumping and Susan had
his shaft gripped tightly in her cunt. After a bit of experimentation
she learned not to grip him so hard he couldn't thrust.

  Her cunt felt like a satin vice around his dick, warm moist soft 
cunt flesh backed by immovable hardness. He had always been a slow 
cumer and was bucking furiously into her when she began to quake, 
shake, rattle, and roll. Susan's muscle flesh popped into glaring 
relief as the thin layer of fat seemed to melt away from the rising 
mounds of the hardening power below. Veins and arteries blossomed with 
raging torrents of blood. One vein in her arm was as big around as his 
little finger.

  He kept slamming into her and watched in amazement and frustration
all this Susaness occurring below him. She cried out in a mighty
final spasm and he swore he saw the sides of her breasts subduct
slightly as a small spurt of milk rose into the air. She collapsed
inert and unconscious. His poor dick felt her cunt loosen to almost
normal cuntly attributes as her thighs fell away from his side.

    He paused for a few moments in panting frustration and he 
completely forgot his earlier lesson about fooling with an unconscious, 
post orgasmic Susan. He resumed his prior thrusting and after a minute 
or so he felt the quim in his gland begin to rise. He realized his 
mistake to late when she had an unconscious massive spasm. Her thighs 
slammed shut with such force he cried out in pain. He was pinned solid 
and couldn't move! Her thighs spasmed again and again. He felt her 
fully swollen muscles, hard as rocks from her orgasm, push cruelly 
into his flesh to cause even more pain. Tendons that felt like steel 
cables along the backside of her legs he slapped against with his 
hands. He decided that was a mistake as his movements, any touching 
like that, was driving her unconscious body to respond even more. He 
relaxed and gritted his teeth against the pain, both in his hips, 
thighs and his dick. Her cunt had begun to spasm and it felt like a 
true vise grinding his dick within.

    After a few minutes her body relaxed and he quickly pulled himself
away to check for permanent damage. He wasn't much of a bruiser, but
if he saw Susan thigh marks on his hips tomorrow he wouldn't be
surprised. He thanked his lucky stars her thighs hadn't been around
his midsection or rib cage. That her arms hadn't been clasped
around him. Instead of feeling bruised and abused he probably would
be playing the lute with the Cloud Nine Band about now.

    As before she was totally out of it and his rock still hadn't been
popped. He would have jacked off but his dick wasn't up to the
competition just now and it was a bit sensitive, though not in
as bad a condition as his bruised feeling hip and upper thigh flesh
was.

 "Dicks are a pretty resilient bunch of little fuckers." He
commented.  He'd see if Susan got that when she woke up later.

    Susan woke up and stretched. She felt wonderful.  Her internal
clock indicated 1.45 hours had passed and it was now 11 p.m. She
replayed the last sexual encounter and noted she had failed again.
Though she had been most pleased indeed. She felt quite satisfied
and felt the need for food when she got up to go talk to Miles.
She would have to practice with him some more.

She saw he laying on the sofa and he appeared to be sleeping. The
television was on and the volume was up. The information on
the screen seemed more educational in nature this time. She noted
the channel name for future reference, TDC "The Discovery Channel,
that is a good name." She said aloud.

    She glanced back at Miles and he was still asleep. She decided to 
let him rest as he never bothered her when she was resting, besides 
she knew his kind needed far more rest than she did. Though she noted, 
as she headed for the kitchen, she had rested quite a bit through the 
day. She counted the hours she had been unconscious and they exceeded 
what she needed rest wise in a 24 hour cycle. Or at least the design 
had theoretically called for. Only time and experience would tell her 
what the limits of her body and mind were.

    Susan investigated canned food. Miles had shown her how to
open cans with the implement designed for the task. She picked out
a can that read 'Garbanzo Beans' on the label. After sniffing the
open can she decided to heat the contents. They didn't taste
particularly satisfying afterwards but she ate them all anyway as they
provided at least some nutrition. She noted a odd combination
of chemicals in the mix that she didn't think all that healthy. She
could deal with the contaminants but she wondered what the long
term effect on normal humans would be.

    She tried various vegetables and fruits fridge and found them much
more satisfying than the canned foods. Susan decided to place the cans
she had opened in the fridge and let Miles decide what to do with them
later. She decided not to eat canned foods again unless she had to,
they were not satisfactory.

    She decided to cook a new meat she discovered in the fridge. There
was a package called 'Chicken thighs', that looked interesting. She
observed sanitary procedures and opened them in the sink. After
close examination she noted a great deal of microbial spores of the
unsavory sort. She washed the meat most carefully and was satisfied
with the result. She decided to cook this meat more well done than
she had with the steaks. She would have to tell Miles to be
careful with this chicken.

    After some experimentation in the pan she found it difficult
to cook this meat in the fashion she had used with the steak. The
thighs would not make good contact and they burned. She cut the heat
off and pondered. She investigated the oven and learned how to
turn it on and decided that would be a good method. She placed
the meat inside of it and shut the door. The meat cooked a little
too quickly at the heat setting of 450F. She decided to eat the meat
even though it wasn't cooked all the way through, though it was
quite crispy and somewhat charred on the outside. The chicken fat was
loaded with calories and she liked that. Perhaps next time she would
cook it slower so it wasn't so crisped.

 Susan heard Miles curse from behind the sofa. Perhaps the odor had
finally caught his attention. She had opened some windows to clear
the air and hoped he would be pleased at her thoughtfulness. She
wanted to behave for her new friend. He was good to her. Much like
Robert would have been, she was sure.


    Miles popped his head up from the sofa and peered over the
back into the darkness of the room. It was quite dark back by
the kitchen and he could just make out Susan's form at the dinette by
the light of the TV behind him. "Susan, what did you burn something or
what?" He asked in sleepy confusion.

    She told him what she had done. Miles chuckled. "I'll show you
some more cooking tips tomorrow sport. In the meantime stick to what
you know and try not to burn the place down." He shivered, it was
cold in the house with the windows open. Nighttime here on the
southern coast of California at this time of year meant it was
about 55F outside. He got up and winced at the pain. His hips
had been hurt worse than he thought. Possibly joint damage. He
supposed in the intervening hours damaged tissues inside were swelling.
"I'm going to bed Susan, I need to rest these bones. See ya in
the morning." He tried not to hobble as he went into the bedroom,
he groaned slightly as he pulled the bed sheets down.

    He was just pulling the sheets up when he saw Susan in the
door frame. "Say, close those windows, it's cold in here." She
turned around and reappeared by the bedside. "Susan, no more
sex for the night with this old dog. I got some bruises from our
last encounter." He looked up at her tiredly.

    "I saw you having great difficulty walking. I don't recall
hurting you Miles. Tell me what happened to you."

    He told her what had happened feeling a bit guilty for being such
a pig. He apologized for doing what he had done.

    Susan considered. "I did not know that would happen. Thank
you for telling me Miles. It is important, I must consider what
this means." She reached down and pulled the bed sheets back from
Miles. "I must examine you. I have hurt you."

    Miles protested mildly, "I'll be OK Susan. I just need
some rest. If its worse tomorrow I'll go see a doctor."

    Susan probed the bruising she saw along his hipbone and thigh. It
was quite tender and he flinched.

    Miles "Hey, stop pawing me. That hurts enough as it is."

    Susan stopped her tactile investigation and used various light
frequencies to detect what she could that way. "Miles, I can help
you if you allow me to touch you. I will be very careful. May I get in
the bed with you so I can attempt to fix your injuries?"

    Miles decided having her in bed was a okay way to sleep. "Hey, 
your welcome to climb into bed. But no sex. Just resting OK? And you 
can fix my old body all you want in my dreams." He joked. Silly Susan 
he thought. He'd take care of her no matter how ditzy she was. Mutant 
or whatever.

    Susan considered. She could do that. "OK Miles." She slid into
bed beside Miles. After a brief consideration she pulled the
covers up over them and twisted herself to lay broadside and against
him. "Is this OK Miles?"

    Miles was enjoying the sensation of her breasts gently pressing
into  his side. She was quite warm and was a welcome heater in the
chill air. "Ya, that's real good Susan. Just don't bump into my hips."

    Susans breath pulsed in his ear as she replied. "I won't, I'll
take real good care of you Miles, you'll see." She laid her arm
across his chest. "Now go to sleep and I'll fix you while you dream."

    Miles chuckled. He picked up her heavy arm and kissed her hand.
"Sure yah will Susan. See you in the morning." He let her arm fall
back to his chest and reached over to the bed table to kill the light.
Despite the slight throbbing pain in his hips and general tiredness he felt
his prick harden. Her proximity and wonderful odor enough for
inspiration. His chest huffed in silent humor as he recalled out loud,
"Pricks are a tuff bunch of little fuckers." Susan didn't get it of
course.

    It was pitch dark inside the bedroom, but Susan could see quite
well. She watched Miles' body temperature slowly drop. Eventually
his breathing became regular. She had to prepare a special chemical
cocktail in one of the many glands in her breasts to do the job
as Miles had requested. When it was ready she emitted a small dab
of 'milk' onto her finger and gently allowed the drop to fall into
Miles open mouth. She did this several times. She waited for
the cocktail to take effect.

    She checked to make sure he was not going to wake when
she moved by gently shaking him. The cocktail had taken effect. She
pulled the covers back and gave him a much more detailed visual
and tactile exam. She concluded that operation and slid him toward
the middle of the bed then she placed the bed covers over him so that
his legs and upper torso were covered but left his groin exposed.
She squatted above his still somewhat erect penis and flexed her cunt
open and nestled him inside. She had prepared herself in advance
to suppress the sensations from her vagina so it wouldn't be as
sensitive to the 'taste' of Miles' flesh. However she still felt
waves of stimulation. She emitted more suppression and eventually
she felt comfortable enough to begin her work examining Miles'
condition from the inside and then she could consider what she
could do to repair him.

  After her initial preparation and examination she concluded Miles
needed a lot of work. The injuries were relatively minor but his
circulation was quite bad in a number of areas. She found some
cancerous growths that needed tending. And a myriad of other problems
she could fix, given the time anyway. She checked her clock. Three
hours had passed during the examination.

  She was glad Miles had given her permission to fix him 'all she
wanted to'. Since this was going to take a long time she lowered
herself so she could brace her weight with her arms. She made sure he
was well sedated and gained full access to the main artery feeding his
lower limbs. Once she had tapped this large vessel she slowly released
her army of workers, nanites, once they were coated with a Miles friendly
protein. His cellular defenses were fooled into thinking her workers were
part of his body, so they ignored them. She went to work.


    =================+++++++++++++


    Miles opened his eyes. The sun was bright in the room as the
afternoon rays swept in from the south facing bedroom window. Miles
did a mental double take. Susan was curled up on the bed a couple
of feet away looking at him. "Chripes, how long did I sleep?" He looked
to his right at the bedside alarm clock. It read 3:45 P.M.

    "Sixteen point three four hours," Susans melodious voice sounded
from behind his shoulder.

    His head twisted back to her. "I've never slept that long in my
life!" He said in perplexion. Funny, he didn't feel like he had
overslept. He felt great in fact. "Shit, there's things to do." He got
out of bed and headed for the bathroom to do the morning things, piss,
shower, and shave.

    It was while he was taking his shower he remembered the bruising
and pain in his hips from last nights booboo. He examined himself
and saw no signs of injury and no indication of pain at all. He
shrugged it off and stepped out of the shower after he dried himself
with a towel. He looked in the mirror and ran his hand across his
face. No stubble. Little odd that. Felt as smooth as baby skin almost.

  He always had slow growing facial hair, something he had cursed in
his younger years when he wanted to grow a beard, and could go without
shaving for two days before looking scruffy. He shrugged it off as a
fluke. He looked at his 39 year old face in the mirror. "Looking
pretty good kid", he complemented himself. He didn't notice until
days later that several skin lesions he had been meaning to have
a dermatologist tend to were gone.


    He felt awfully hungry as he was putting on his day pants
and a shirt. Susan wasn't saying much, she just watched him while he
went about his 'bidness.

    "How bout some breakfast Susan? I'm feeling pretty hungry. I can
show you some kitchen tips. Er, make that afternoon dinner. Damn, I
can't believe I slept that long!"

    Susan followed him into the kitchen after he made her put on
some clothes, "Best wear clothes at least some of the time Susan",
Miles joked. She was a natural born nudist she was.

    Susan kept her eyes on Miles while he showed her how to prepare
fish and the 'fixens' to go with it. "How are you feeling Miles?"

    "I feel great Susan. I should feel like crap after sleeping like
that. I've overslept before and I usually end up feeling drag ass."
He felt hyper as he chopped up some tomatoes. The yellow sweet
onions would be good so he cut off a couple slices. He did his
special cut work on a lemon and laid that out.

    He looked over at Susan while he was preparing the fish, "So what
have you been doing all day while I slept like a log?" He sprinkled
a special spice mix on the trout.

    "I took care of you Miles. Just like I said I would."

    Miles put the side fixings on a big platter. He decided some
green lettuce would be good too. He stuck his head in the fridge.
"What? Didn't you watch any television or go outside or anything?"

    "No, I didn't have the time to do that. I was tending to you."

    Miles had almost gotten used to her odd speak and he guessed
she just spent the day watching him sleep. Or she was just buttering
him up. He put his money on the latter. "Oh, well I appreciate you
standing guard over me like that Susan. Want some of these almonds?"
He pointed at the pack of almonds he had opened. He wanted something
to snack on while the fish simmered.

    Susan helped herself to a few and found them pleasing. By the time
the fish was ready she had helped herself to half of the 16 ounce
package. Miles didn't comment.

    After their meal Miles thought about what he was going to do about
Susan being alone all week. He worried about her as she was so
ignorant and it would be like leaving a oddly bright ten year old kid
alone. "Susan, I normally would head back to my apartment late in
the afternoon. Now I could take you along if you wanted, but the
problem with that is that my lease only allows me to have an overnight
guest. If you stayed all week I'd probably get away with it if we
were real super quiet, but somehow I doubt we'd do that. If you know
what I mean." He winked. "I got nosy neighbors too. Some old biddies
that would rat to the manager in a heartbeat. Besides it's a small
efficiency apartment, real boring compared to this place."

    Susan nodded. "Why don't you stay here all the time Miles?"

    "Well I can't. Well I -could- but I can't. My job is at the
the SunTimes and that's a three hour drive from here. I don't want
to take six hours a day out of my life on the freeway. The apartment
is only a short fifteen minute drive to work. I just come down here on
weekends, when I can."

    She cocked her head, "So I will stay here alone while you are
away until next Saturday?"

    "Well, I was thinking I could call in for a few days emergency
leave time. I can dream something up that I can get away with. That
way you'd only be alone for two days. I'd be back down here Friday
night, assuming something nasty doesn't pop up at work that is."

    "That would be good Miles. I'd like that. What is this SunTimes
and what do you do there?"

    "It's a newspaper. A big one. I'm surprised you've never heard of
it!" He thought about that. No he wasn't he remembered. He frowned. "I
do the weekly metro beat. Stuff mostly writes itself." He could see
she didn't understand. "Articles on area civic events, city and county
announcements, police reports, courtroom verdicts. Stuff like that. It
doesn't pay much but it's enough to pay the bills on this place
and keep a small apartment."

    Susan didn't understand a lot of what he was referring to so she
grilled him for an hour learning what she could. Each answer she got
led to yet more questions. An exhausted Miles said pleaded time out. "I
better get the email in and contact my editor. I'm sure he'll be
pissed."

    Susan got up and followed Miles to his work desk. She observed him 
log on to what he explained was the Internet. She asked him what he 
was doing every step of the way. When she sensed he was becoming 
irritated by her constant questioning and the since the answers were 
becoming vague she ceased questioning him so often and contented 
herself with merely observing.

    Miles dashed off what he would hope pass for a acceptable
plea for emergency leave time. Within minutes his editors beeper
and email box would receive the correspondence. If he didn't get a
reply by this evening he'd have to try and reach the asshole
via voice.

    He logged on to the papers internal network and checked to see if
he had any work related email on the system that needed tending to.
He browsed the latest messages and saw a few items that needed
a prompt response so he spent some time replying. Susan had been
so quiet he forgot she was there so when he logged out and turned his
head he was a little surprised to see she was right behind him.
"Reading my mail eh, chickadee?" He joked. "Pretty boring stuff isn't
it?"

    Susan shook her head. "No, not at all. I thought it was very
interesting." But then most things were to her anyway.

    "I can log back on and bring up the web browser if you want
to look around the net Susan." Miles offered.

    "Oh, I'd like that."  She pleasured his shoulders.

    He spent fifteen minutes showing her the simplest things as she didn't
know zippo about how to operate a PC or the software. But she
was a very quick learner. How she had managed to grow up at the Millard
household without learning simple PC skills was beyond understanding
to Miles. She still amazed him by seeming so bright and then suddenly
so ignorant. Yet she did comment that this was familiar to her and
that it was an inefficient means of 'traversing' the networks.

    He watched her flipping through web sites like a frog fleeing the 
grasping paws of a ally cat. She didn't seem interested in reading much 
and was content just to hit page after page, site after site. She 
seemed to be having fun, so he didn't comment. Miles felt like a jog 
and he needed to burn off that beer he had drank yesterday.

    After he left her instructions only to use the web browser and not
go running amok with his system files or go tweaking with any menus
that said 'options' or 'settings' or the like, he headed out the door.


    Susan was pleased and displeased with this device. It allowed her 
to learn many new things as she patiently read each word wherever she 
went. She soon learned Miles' link was not sufficient for the live 
video sites so she missed out on whatever it was they had to offer. 
She found this PC a clumsy device to use in comparison to what she 
remembered she could do back when she was plugged directly into the 
net. It was the same net she used to access, but with this clumsy 
means it was a serial and a flat experience, not to mention extremely 
slow. She was used to using parallel paths to access information. She 
would have to relearn some basics before she could build the needed 
interface and access the feed line directly. In the meantime she would 
have to cope with what she had at hand.

    She decided to concentrate on that goal but was stymied when she 
needed to access sites that required payment. Miles' system did not 
have access to the net linked sites she needed, so she decided to see 
if the information she needed was stored locally on this portable PC.

  After a brief struggle with the simple machine she learned how to 
access the local system files. She was again stymied when she found 
out the files were encrypted. Given time she could bust almost any 
code, but after some consideration she decided not to tamper with 
anything. Miles would consider that bad behavior and she didn't want 
to displease Miles, besides there may be access monitoring software on 
this unfamiliar system. She would wait and ask him if he could provide 
her access to the data systems she needed.

    Miles returned an hour later and saw Susan was still at the 
portable and cruising web sites like a speedboat on nitro. He popped 
into the shower and grabbed a quick rubdown. He hadn't felt this good 
in years. No joint or muscle aches to speak of. He noticed his dick 
was feeling as meaty as it was this morning. He figured being around 
Susan was making him stay on half hard alert all the time now. Usually 
after a run like that 'ol Mr. Meat would be all shrunk up.

    Miles put on some fresh shorts and headed back to the living room.
He checked his beeper to see if anything from his editor had arrived.
Zippo. "Susan, I need to check my email right quick." She got up
so he could sit down. Zippo on the email too. He gave a look at
the time. 5:50pm. "Damn, If he doesn't answer before 7 or so I'll have
to try and contact him by voice." Miles commented.

    He sighed, "Well if I have to I can just get up extra early 
tomorrow and head in from here. That would mean you'd be here all 
alone Susan. I wouldn't be back until about 8 p.m. or so, assuming 
something hot metro desk news wise doesn't pop up. Though that doesn't 
happen all that often."

    Susan didn't see a problem with that. "I'll be OK Miles. That way
you can practice with me at night and I can access the net during the
day. I would like that."

    Miles chuckled, "Ya that would be great alright. But I can't
leave this portable with you tomorrow if I have to go in. I use it
in my work." After a bit of thought he remarked. "I do have a spare
at the apartment. I could pick it up and bring it down here."

    Susan would have to change her plans. "I could watch the
television then and go outside to examine all the new things."

    That worried Miles a bit. "Ya. I'll have to show you how to lock
the place up if you decide to go wandering very far. I don't want
the house unlocked if your not here to keep an eye on the place."

    "If I go out I won't go very far."

    Miles nodded, "Well be careful with all the 'new' things Susan,
not everything or everyone is nice. There's some very nasty things
out in that world. Though it's about as safe as one can be in this
neighborhood. Don't have much crime, though some of the rich neighbors
are, shall we say, have contacts with the underworld." She had that
confused look he was learning to recognize. "Contacts with Mafia like
organizations, criminal class. I mean they can't all be trusted. They
can be very bad people if you get in their way or in their sights."

    "You will have to point these people out so I can avoid them
Miles."

    "Ya, we'll do that discretely some day. In the meantime just try
to avoid talking with strangers you may meet along the beach. Most
probably would shy from you I would suspect as the group around
here are kind of reclusive. Oh, and that reminds me. If somebody asks
where your staying tell them your living at the Miles Davies place. If
they think your some wanderer from one of the public beaches they'll
call the cops and have you hauled away."


    "I don't think I'll walk very far then Miles. Not until I feel
safe out there and know more about people. I'm glad I picked this
house the night I got away from those IRS people. You know the first
house I tried had an alarm that went off when I tried to find safety
inside. I didn't know about burglar alarms then."

    Miles listened to that last with interest. He didn't ask about it
though. "Oh, ya. I was going to show you the alarm system here." He
looked at the screen to see if any email had come in. Nope.

   "Show me now before we start practicing, Miles." Susan seemed
eager to go romp in the bed. Miles arched his eyebrows and gave Susan
a leering look. She misinterpreted his response. "Your not afraid of
me anymore are you?"

    "Nah, I learned my lesson last night. Won't do that again." He 
patted her shoulder as he got up. What a shoulder it was too. Felt 
like patting a semi-mini padded bowling ball. "I trust you won't crush 
me to death in the throes of Susan brand passion." He guided her 
through the security system details and the mundane task of how to 
lock and unlock the main entrance, the deck door and windows. After he 
made sure she knew how to activate and deactivate the system he 
escorted Susan to the bedroom. Where their short relationship together 
would be altered forever.



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    Susan wanted to try a new technique to bring pleasure to Miles
that wouldn't be shortchanged by her premature orgasmic tendency. In
time she would try to learn how to have multiple orgasms before
passing out and would then be able to provide her partner with his
orgasmic peak and she could stimulate him to have more.  But that
would take time. In the meantime she would try a rapid stimulation
technique to cause Miles to orgasm. She put her system into diagnostic
mode so she could desense the nerves that responded to the 'taste'
of Miles' penis. At the time she didn't know the import of what she
had done by doing the latter.

    Miles told her about fellatio, which she knew about, but hadn't
thought it necessary. She could do a better job with her pussy
she explained. That was why she wanted to practice.

    She asked Miles if she could ride on top this time, that she
would be careful not to put her full weight on him. He liked the
sound of the idea. She noted he wasn't erect yet so she massaged
his penis until it sprang to life. She noted with satisfaction
it was slightly larger than late last night. Miles didn't seem
to notice as he was looking at her breasts all the time.

    She pounced on Miles' shaft and began to stroke him with
short rapid strokes. She noted with satisfaction that she wasn't
being as hyper stimulated as before. She rode him harder and began
to pulsate her vaginal muscles. She practiced the twist and
suction technique with supplementary rapid flutters along the
length of his shaft as she continued to stroke his penis.

    She felt him trying to arch his back and she helped him
by lifting some of her weight from his hips. She rotated her
hips with greater speed. She felt her own orgasmic responses
building from the friction his penis was imparting on her labia.
Her clit was being stimulated by the vibrations the rest
of her cunt were subjecting to Miles' penis. She felt him
heave and cry out and felt his glans pulse with the surge of
his semen. She felt the warmth of his spew as it spread
throughout her vagina and into her 'super' spot near her
cervix. That's when the lights went out for Susan. Her mind
felt like it was on fire before she passed out.

    Miles shrieked when Susan dropped to her elbows and her
breasts slammed into him driving the breath from his lungs. She
had a wild pained look on her face and her eyes were unfocused.
After the initial shock he calmed. But Susan was making odd
grunting noises. Her cunt was sucking on his dick like a
puppy at a nipple, only with more intensity. Her weight
began to descend on him and her abdomen pressed into his. Her
lower abdominal muscle group was pulsing in and out like
a bellows. With each expansion into his yielding flesh he
felt his dick being sucked with fierce power. If he had any
quim to spare it would have been sucked from his prostate in
no time flat the suction was so great. When her lower
abdominals compressed and pulled in he felt and heard
hot cunt warmed air expelling past his penis.

    She was too heavy to lift and he was bracketed by her arms and legs
so he couldn't get out from under her. Not that he really wanted to.
She wasn't hurting him, but she was scaring him as she seemed
to be having a hard time breathing. Her jaw forward as if in pain or
in anger.  Her odd grunting and the unfocused stare into his face
continued for many minutes. It was unlike any other orgasm
he had seen her have in the past. Her body did not flexure
very much. All of her intensity seemed concentrated in her
still massaging and suckling cunt, which he was enjoying, and in
her abdominal walls, especially her lower abdominals. If she
had dropped all her weight on him he imagined his gut would
feel like a punching bag being pounded by 2 small but very
determined midgets.


    Her eyes closed and her weight began to settle on top of him.
She was extremely heavy. He managed to push himself to one side
so he could breath easier. His hips still trapped beneath hers
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  She wanted to try a position she had seen on one of the sex 
channels that she had been watching the other day. Susan placed 
herself so her ass was up in the air, doggy style. Miles kneeled 
behind and slid his cock into her glistening cunt. As soon as he 
entered her she massaged his cock with her impossible vagina. It 
literally sucked and slurped the jism from him within a few short 
minutes. As he came for what seemed like an eternity he reveled in the 
sensations Susan's cunt imparted on his cock as it went into wild 
clenching spasms. At the peak of her clenches she was so tight around 
his cock he couldn't withdraw from her, it almost felt like a vacuum 
was holding him inside of her. 

   As he came her body seemed to respond almost instantly  with 
frightening intensity, much like the responses he had seen in her 
before when she peaked. However this time she seemed even more intense 
and he saw her skin flush with blood as her tanned skin turned several 
shades darker. Her back flared to incredible dimensions and her lats 
swelled out like she was trying to grow wings. As he rested against 
her muscular ass he held on to her powerful waist and he could feel 
her abdomen flexing in and out with her breath. She was respirating 
like an Olympian who had just run 200 meters at full bore. Her body 
temperature rose to match the intensity of her orgasmic exertions and 
she began to sweat from every pore of her taut skin. She felt like she 
was burning up and his cock felt like it was in a oven.

    He decided to pull away from this volcano before she accidently
hurt him. With some effort he pulled his cock free with a plop. Her
cunt was still in motion and he watched in fascination its gyrations
as her labia and mons moved on their own accord. He wished he could
stick his finger in there but didn't want to risk it.

  He looked up over Susans glorious hindquarters and he saw her
head move to one side. He slid over and looked at her face as she
bellowed air from between her gasping lips. Her eyes had an intense
glazed look about them, a kind of raptured wildness. It was a bit to
intense for Miles so he cast his eyes elsewhere. Minutes passed as he
monitored her. He wondered in awe at the amount of energy her body
must be consuming. No wonder she ate so much.

  Toward the end of her orgasm, or fit or whatever it was, she began 
to growl, like some sort of large cat. Then she seemed to pass out, 
her body relaxed, and her upraised rear end fell to the bed. Her hips 
hit the bed with great force as her weight came down. Her upper torso 
twisted with her hips and she ended up in a kind of fetal position. 
Her eyes closed and her breathing slowed to normal. Her skin was still 
flushed Miles noted. He hadn't been watching the clock but it seemed 
like a good five minutes had passed, but time flies when your having 
fun so it could have been longer.


    Miles left the bedroom and cleaned Susans cunt juices from
his privates then plopped down on the sofa after putting on a pair of
shorts. He wondered about Susans reaction when his wad popped
into her. It had seemed almost like a bizarre allergic reaction. The
intense flush of her skin and all. That and the weird huffing noises,
the intense respiratory action and the intense heat he had felt from
her body. It was like her metabolism had gone into super overdrive.
That growling noise she made caused him to wonder again about her
being some sort of being from another planet. Silly as it sounded.


    He checked the email at 7 p.m. and was glad to see his editor
had replied to his earlier message. He frowned when he actually read
the reply so he sent out another message. He shrugged. Well, at least
he could stay here until Tuesday morning.

    Susan arose from her sleep at 7:30 pm. She reviewed what had
happened and it had been the most intense sensational response to
date for her. She wanted more of the same soon. It had been most
gratifying. Miles should be ready for her by now, she reflected as she
stroked herself and stretched out on the bed. She couldn't hear
anything but her own breathing and the sound of electrical devices in
the house as she ramped her hearing up. Miles must be outside
somewhere. She would take her pleasure from him when he returned.

    In the meantime she was hungry. Her reserves were surprisingly
depleted she noted. After a quick scan out the windows to locate
Miles she saw him walking on the beach at 1.3 miles distance to
the north. She turned to her energy needs and lightly cooked
several steaks. They were most tasty. While she was eating she
noted something different about her perceptions and thoughts.
She noted when she thought of Miles the thoughts were framed
in a altered manner. After further observation she noted her thoughts
about everything had altered. She decided she would enjoy this new
way of thinking.

  She didn't know it at the time but she was now far more aggressive 
when it came to personal fulfillment. The orgasmic strain, a kind of 
brain storm, during her last session had caused a change to occur in 
the interface between her matrix and her mammalian human like brain. 
One that freed her and bound her at the same time.

    Her old self would have diagnosed the change as potentially 
dangerous to Robert and other humans health,  short and long term 
health, and would have tried to correct the damage. Maybe even would 
have decided to scrap and start over. But the current Susan couldn't 
know this nor could she do anything about it if she did. All she knew 
at the moment was that she was different somehow.

   She observed Miles returning and let the freedom of thoughts
she had been mulling over turn and focus on her desire for
gratification. Her eyes nailed Miles when he entered the door.

    "Hey Susan, how you feeling?" Miles asked as he closed the
door and turned to look at Susan. She was standing in the middle
of the living room in all her nude glory. In a glance he could see
she was highly aroused. Her nipples stood at attention and he
couldn't miss her awesome clitoris throbbing away as it jutted
from under its hood. Her labia were fully engorged and glistening
with cunt dew.

    He hesitated for a moment. She was just standing there and
staring at him with those deep blue eyes of hers. Her breathing
was elevated. "You okay Susan? I was kind of worried about you after
the way you reacted in bed the last time."

    She hadn't moved. Her arousal seemed to be intensifying and
he could see a slight sheen of sweat on her skin forming. "Susan,
I think there's something wrong with you. Maybe your allergic to
sperm or something."

    She moved toward him. "I want to practice with you. Do you
want to do it here or in the bed?" She had her arms around his
shoulders.

    "Susan, there's something wrong with you. I think we should
let it rest for a while."

    "I do not need any rest. We will practice now." She
started to pull his clothes off. There wasn't much he could do
about it even if her really wanted to. She gently but with great
firmness pushed her hand into his back and walked him to
the bedroom door.

    "Hey Susan, no need to get pushy." He was almost tossed
to the bed. She was quite insistent and he felt himself stir
at the forceful nature she was exhibiting.

    She  positioned herself over Miles and  did little to spare him 
while she took her pleasure from him. She noted with gratification she 
no longer passed out from tactile response orgasmic release and she 
had many of these before Miles shuddered beneath her and released his 
cargo inside of her which she sucked greedily from him. She spasmed 
and clenched him as tight as she dared and slowly fell into relaxation 
and then blissful sleep.

    Miles felt like he had been physically assaulted and raped. He was 
pinned under sleeping beauty after she collapsed. It was an enjoyable 
feeling to be squashed so for a minute or so but it eventually became 
painful. He tried to get out from under her but when he wriggled much 
she would clench him with frightful force so he relented and suffered 
beneath her for about thirty minutes when she moaned and rolled to one 
side. He wasted little time sliding away and out of the bed. "Jeezes. 
What a fuck bunny!" Miles commented.

    Susans eyes fluttered open. She saw Miles standing by the bed
looking at her. Susan rolled to her side. "That was good Miles. I will
practice with you again later, when you are ready." She glanced at
his crotch. "I estimate your prostate will reach saturation within
2.5 hours."

    "Ya, whatever Susan." He eyed her as  played with her
nipples and eyed his crotch. "Ah, the editor contacted me. I'll be
able to take one day leave time so I'll be around until late Monday,
or I'll probably just leave from here early Tuesday morning."

    Susan got up. "I will take a shower now." She brushed by him
and out the bedroom door.

    Miles needed one too after that jog and all that sex. He waited
until Susan was done. It took a while. He heard her moaning
in self aroused pleasure from behind the shower door. He decided
he'd change the bed sheets as she had soaked them already. He looked
at the mattress. He would have to stop by a linen shop and get
some of those heavy padded under sheets to sop up the Susan juice
before the mattress was ruined. In the meantime he'd start insisting
they fuck on top of blankets.

    Miles noted grimly the hot water was just about tapped out by the 
time he got to take his shower. He'd have to ask her to take it easy. 
Propane wasn't -that- cheap and the water...well now, that was the real 
cost killer.

    Susan was at the laptop when Miles came out of the bathroom.
She turned her head when he walked by. "Miles, I need to have
access to several services on the net that require financial payment."

    Miles turned around. "What? What kind of services?"

    She told him. He recognized the outfits. Two university based
services and a private knowledge base outfit. "Susan, those are
awfully expensive. I can't really afford that sort of thing. What do
you need that for anyway? There's plenty of other stuff for free on the
net."

    Susan planted her eyes back on the laptop and resumed skimming
sites. "I must have access so that I can make progress. I have
determined I will need to sign up for online course work at the
two schools to gain access to their information base." She named
a princely sum of money for the privilege.

    Miles barked a laugh. "Susan, no way in hell can I spring for
that kind of dough. Forget it."

    Susan kept scanning. "That is insufficient. I must have access."

    "Well tough shit, you don't like it you can hit the road." Miles
was pissed with her attitude. Galaxy class fuck or no.

    Susan looked over at him. "I am not going anywhere. If you lack
the monetary resources to meet my need than I will find other means."

    Miles shrugged. "Ya, I shoulda known it was to good to be true.
You come in here, eat my food like a starving horse, use all the hot
water when you shower, suck my credit balance away on clothes I can't
really afford and now you want more. You've played me like a flute
from the minute I set eyes on you haven't ya Susan? Well I'll eat the
down payment on the clothes and cancel the rest. You can go find
some rich fucker to leech off of. I can't afford ya."

    Susan paused her scanning. She looked over at Miles. "Miles. I
will find other means to pay for my monetary needs. You have made
it clear you lack the resources. I will use you to meet my other needs
as I have done so far."

    "Ya. Well if you want to hang around and use me for a fuck toy
that's okay with me Susan. But your going to have to get a few things
straight right now." He ranted on about her food consumption and
wasteful water habits and the costs associated with them. "And another
thing. You'll be the one to change the bedclothes and keep them clean.
I don't want that bed ruined. You keep the house clean. Windows,
floors, bathroom, kitchen, walls. Inside and outside. You think you
can do that?"

    Susan looked back at Miles after pausing what she was scanning on
the web. "I recognize the description. You want me to do what is
called maid work is that correct?"

    "Yah, basically. That way you'll earn your keep."

    Susan nodded. "I understand the concept. I will do these things.
In return you will provide for my needs."

    Miles shook his head. "Susan, I think we've been through this but
I'll restate it so we both understand. All I can do is give you a place
to stay and try to keep the fridge stocked. I can't spring for much
more in the way of clothes for a while, I'm already in enough debt as
it is. You can use the phone only as long as it's a local call. If you
need to make long distance calls I'll have to approve of it first.
I'll bring the spare portable down here and you can access the
freenet. I can't do a hell much more than that."

    Susan nodded. "I understand Miles. You will provide for my needs
that do not require large sums of monitory units. In return I will
eat your food and have a safe comfortable place to stay while I watch
television and do what I can on the net with this limited access.
You will not be insufficient."

    Miles got lost in the Susan speak. "Well if were finished with
that bit of nastiness I think I'll have a beer and go smoke a bowl
out on the deck. I need to relax. Sorry I got all bent out of shape.
Your attitude set me off Susan."

    Susan nodded. "I will continue doing what I am here. I will inform
you when I need you." She dismissed him and turned back to the PC.

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    Diana had just finished her dinner and was considering going
out for the evening. Maybe over to Jessica's. She was about to call
her old friend Jessica when her beeper sang out. She glanced at the
wristwatch the dial read eight p.m. She decided to check the beeper
as it had used the tone she programmed it to use whenever someone was
trying to contact via her special personal number, and she only
gave that out to a limited range of people. After walking over to
the counter where she had placed her handbag and such she checked
to see what the beeper was all in a fuss about.

    It was a rather lengthy message from Susan, that giant girl she 
had fitted just yesterday. After reading it twice Diana put the beeper 
away and wrote down the phone number and email address Susan had left 
on the beeper. She said she might be free Monday late evening for a 
date but would most defiantly be free for 'getting together between 
Tuesday and Friday afternoon. She wanted Diana to email her back so 
they could make plans.

    Diana decided not to call her old flame Jessica after all. No,
instead she thought she'd send an email back to Susan and maybe do
a few workout sessions in the basement. She wanted to burn off some
calories and look her best for herself and that oh so young and
beautiful girl. Diana sighed as she jotted off a email reply to Susan,
Suzanon@juno.com, one of those free email services a lot of people
use. She sighed because she was thinking of her own youth. That was
gone. But her physique and vitality were still with her. Hard work and
determination had done that for her. At fifty years of age she looked
like a woman of forty or so. With hormonal treatments and some skin
work she had kept the barking dogs of facial decay away. The hormones
had a added benefit of keeping her sex life almost as active as it
was some twenty years ago. She still enjoyed sex.


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    Miles  burned out the last of the tobacco from the pipe some
thirty minutes ago and the beer bottle sat empty on the deck table
beside him. He was basking in the late evening conditions when the
the slide door opened. He was glad the lights were down in the house
as she stood framed in the door naked as a jaybird. There were some
older folks walking down the beach just in front of the house. He
doubted there was enough light for them to make Susan out from were
they were.

   "Susan, you really need to start considering wearing clothing when 
you step out. I don't mind at all and if it was up to me you could run 
around butt naked all the time. But it ain't up to me and if one of 
those old fogies down there was all offended and all they might call 
the cops, and then you'd be nailed for 'indecent exposure'. He winked. 
"And that would be a real crime as there's nothing indecent about 
-you-." He admired her as she eyed the people on the beach and scanned 
the horizon from north to south. Then her eyes dropped to his.

    "I will remember to don clothing when people are outside." She
paused. "You should be ready for suitable sexual satisfaction."
She waited while he just stared up at her, it was a long pause.
She came out on the deck. "Do you wish to have sex here or in the
bedroom?"

    Miles didn't feel as horny as she evidently did, hell he had been
tapped out by her a few hours ago. Less even. "Hey Susan. You really
want to have sex right now or are you just trying to please me? If
its the latter, well I don't really feel up to it just now. How bout
in a few hours?"

    Susan cocked her head. "I want to have sex. I would take you now 
please. You should be ready for maximal release." Even in the failing 
light he could see her dead stone cold serious look as she eyed him 
from above his seated self. She sniffed him. "You are ready. I will 
take you now."

    Miles felt the weird Susan speak working through his head, "OK
sugar, I'll be in the bedroom in a few minutes. Meet ya there OK?" He
gave her a brief smile.

    Susan smiled back. "I will wait for you. Do not be late." She
turned and eased though the door and slid it shut behind her. Since
the glass was of the darkened variety and it was fairly dark in the
house he couldn't see inside after it shut.

    'Don't be late', "Chripes, what a ditz."


    Miles killed two birds with one stone he thought to himself as
the sunny red giant on the horizon had almost passed from view. He
waited far  longer than a 'few minutes' and closer to a quarter hour
had passed. He was about to get up and join Susan when the sliding
glass door opened.

    She was already in rock and roll mode he could see. "You are
late. Several minutes should have been 4 or less."

    "Hey, I was just coming Susan." He got up and slid the door behind
him and she practically escorted him to the bedroom. "Don't be so
rough this time Susan." Miles half pleaded. He saw the dampness
between her legs and a wet spot on the bed cover, she had already
been working herself over.

    Susan didn't reply as she pulled him down on the bed with
insistent force. He felt her push him to his back and she mounted
him as she did the last time. She rode him like a bucking wild beast
until she exploded in orgasmic splendor. His dick felt slightly numb
and he couldn't cum as he expected to given the wild passion she was
imparting to his comparably frail body. She paused for a few minutes
or so and held him tightly with her massive arms and squeezed her
breasts into his chest and face. He licked and nibbled at her breast
while she did this and ran his hands across her heavily muscled back.

    Susan forced one of her nipples into Miles mouth and expressed
some milk into his mouth. She had to hold his head steady when he
tried to pull away sputtering and coughing. "Hey that ended up
going into my windpipe." He complained. "Watch what your doing with
these things!"

  She trained him to be ready whenever she stuck her nipple in his 
mouth and expressed the compounds she had created. Compounds that 
would stimulate the production of the quim she wanted and would keep 
the organ healthy.

    She rode him for an with feverish intensity for another thirty
minutes and used him to bring her wave after wave of tactile orgasmic
pleasure. When she was ready she released chemical messengers inside
her cunt that would find their way into his system and trigger other
chemical messengers that were blocking the nerve impulses from his
prostate. Freed to send their signals he soon spasmed and his engorged
prostate pulsed several ounces of cum into her craving cunt.

  She reached her peak as the cum threaded its way through her
cunt and worked its magic. She felt her body burn with the fire of
reaction that only cum could stimulate. For almost five minutes she
bathed in the glory of the intense sensation. Exhausted from the
muscular tension she growled in satisfaction and rolled off of Miles
and drifted off to sleep.

    She woke up thirty minutes later and found things to keep her
mind and body busy until she judged Miles was ready, by his scent some
three hours later. She took him again. He was being very good to her.

    Susan felt disappointed as she waved at Miles when he drove off
Monday afternoon. He said something about traffic that he wanted to
beat. Susan had wanted him to stay through the night so she could
pleasure with him but he didn't think that was a good idea as he was
afraid he would be too tired to go to work if he did. She didn't
understand why he was so worried about that. After all she was taking
it easy on him. She had only used him once during his sleep period and
at morning when she judged him ready. She woke him up at 6.A.M.. And up
until he left she had forced herself not to use him more than once
every two hours.

  Susan went out on the deck wearing the clothes Miles had bought
and she enjoyed the feeling of the suns rays as they hit her skin.
She looked forward to next weekend as she had decided during her
last pleasuring session with Miles to add certain enhancements to his
sexual equipment. By the time he arrived the work should be complete.
She would have liked to monitor his progress but she would have to
wait until Friday to sample her work. She sighed and resigned herself
to the fact she would be limited to pleasuring herself via tactile
means.

    While she scanned the horizon and the homes in view of this one
she spotted movement at a house some 1.5 miles distant. She zoomed
her vision to maximum and could see a woman standing on a deck
looking through what Susan recognized was a telescope. A 4 inch
schmidt-cassegrain. It appeared to be directed at Susan or somewhere
nearby. Susan noted the womans figure and found her stimulating. The
womans head pulled up from the scope when Susan waved and smiled.

 Susan's vision wasn't good enough to make much details of the womans 
face but she could see the woman had blond hair. She was light 
complexioned with a trim body and had a bosom much like Susans massive 
glands of joy.

    Susan watched as the woman put her head back down to peer though
the scope. After a quick look up and down the beach, remembering
Mile's admonition about nudity when strangers were in sight, she took
off her top and rubbed herself. Susan wondered what it would be like
to be with a woman. How the special talents she had would cause her
to feel if she used her capability with a woman. Susan felt the urge
for sexual release. She decided to masturbate herself while she was
standing on the deck. While keeping a sharp lookout for the walkers
Miles had warned her about she brought herself to several intense
tactile fed orgasms. When she was finished she glanced back at
the woman and saw she was still observing and that she had a female
companion standing beside her. They were taking turns looking it
seemed. Susan looked at the other woman and saw that she too was
a heavily endowed woman. Susan wondered at this as she waved again
and turned to go back into the house.

.....................


    Sareena turned to Pandora. "My god she's incredible!"

    Pandora shook her head. "I've never seen anything like that. Makes
us two look like a couple of old hags. She's beautiful."

    Sareena laughed, "We may be out of the biz but we aren't that bad."
She peeked through the scope again. "Damn, she went inside. You didn't
believe me yesterday when I told you about her did you Pandora?"

    Pandora smiled, "Well it was hard to believe. Muscles and tits. I
bet she's strong as an ox." Pandora sighed. "You and your
voyeurism. This scope is going to get you in trouble someday Sareena."

    Sareena put the cover over her pride and joy. "It was weird
though, I swear she could see us. I couldn't see who she was waving
at. It looked like she was looking right in my eyes!"

    "I recognize that look in your eyes Sareena. Your infatuated."
Pandora reached over and wrapped her arm around Sareena's bare midriff
and gave her a lovers hug. "What's your plan?"

    "Were going to have to meet with her that's the plan." Sareena
gazed at the swimming pool behind them. "We need to find out who owns
that place and get the number."

    Pandora smiled, "Sounds like a start. What then? Invite her over
and jump her?"

    Sareena pulled her head back from Pandora's and managed a offended
look. "I would never do any such thing. Shame on you Pandora. I
thought you knew me better than that."

    Pandora tucked her lovers chin. "I know that look in your eye
girl. You won't be satisfied till you know which way her crotch
blows."

    "Do you mind Pandora? If she turns out to be the friendly type
I mean."

    Pandora let go of Sareena. She crossed her arms across her
giant saline bloated breasts. "How long have we been living together
Sareena?"

    Sareena thought for a second. "Two years and three months now."

    Pandora smiled and nodded. "And in all that time have I ever said
anything about the occasional grass browsing you do? No."

    Sareena giggled. "No, that's true. I can't help it if I have a soft
spot for young hot things like that one." She gestured to the south.

    Pandora rubbed her back, carrying around her tits was beginning to
be a chore her back was complaining more and more about these days.
"I think I'd like to sample this one too. Assuming she's geared that
way."

    Sareena looked a bit surprised, "Oh ya? Great! We could have
a threesome!" Sareena was surprised. As far as she knew Pandora was
strictly a one woman at a time lover. She had never been interested
in the young ladies Sareena would bring home on occasion.

    Pandora eyed Sareena. "I guess I got a weak spot for big women.
Just thinking about what it may be like gets my juices flowing. How
tall do you think she is?"

    Sareena decided they both needed a plunge in the pool to cool off.
"I bet she's tall enough to stand in the deep end!" She pushed
Pandora into the water and splashed in after her. They ended up
back in the house so they could further their enthusiasm for one
another in bedtime loving.

    Miles slept well that Monday night. Safe in the comfort
of his efficiency apartment. Safe from the clutches of the
remorseless fucking machine, the Amazon Eros Goddess Susan.

  ==+++++++++++++++++++

    Susan called Diana's personal number and left a voice message on
the machine that answered. She told the machine that Miles had left
for the week and that she would like it if Diana could come by
sometime soon.

    Susan sat down and tuned in the Penthouse channel when the 
phone rang.  It was Diana. After a brief conversation Diana said she 
would love to come over for a visit around noon tomorrow. She would 
bring one of the outfits she had ready so Susan could try it on. Then 
they might do lunch or something.

    Susan contented herself with the television and practiced what
she saw being done on the Penthouse and Playboy channels. They were
very instructive for her. Between eating and doing some minor cleaning
up and her practicing the time passed quickly for her. Since she
wasn't moving around much she didn't get physically tired and only
needed a few hours of sleep Tuesday morning.

    It was 1 p.m. Tuesday afternoon when Susan heard a vehicle
pull up in the driveway beside the house. Susan got up from the
sofa and decided to turn off the television. She had seen enough
Penthouse and Playboy educational material for the day and she
didn't want the material to distract her from Diana.

    Susan had done herself up as best she knew how earlier that
morning and practiced using the hair dryer to style her hair. She even
had some curls in her hair now. She had put on what she felt was
her best tee shirt. The one she had cut up with the scissors. The
tee shirt just barely covered the bottoms of her globular breasts and
was cut so it hung fairly straight across her side and back.
She checked her gym shorts to make sure they were not twisted in
an awkward way. She was proud of what she had done with them. Using
the scissors she had cut large inverted v sections out of each side
so that most of her hip and glutes were uncovered. By the time
she finished there was only a small v of material left to cover her
groin.

    Susan heard footsteps on the stairway outside. Before she
opened the door she raised her pulse rate and allowed her abdominals
to swell with blood. She wanted to look good for Diana, whom she knew
was attracted most strongly to her physique. She opened the door
and smiled as best she knew how and crinkled her eyes to indicate
happiness. "Hello Diana, I'm glad you could come. Please come in!"

    Diana smiled back was again floored by Susans physical perfection.
She knew what to expect and had hoped she wouldn't make a fool of
herself right off the bat but as soon as she saw Susan she felt her
heart begin to flutter and a flush rise on her skin. She slipped by
Susan and managed to say something without her voice quavering.

    "Killer job someone did on those shorts Susan. You wear it well."
Was all she could manage. She hoped it didn't sound trite. Susan
did look good. The shorts matched her wild physique and gave her a
wild woman look. Incredibly sexy. That gave Diana a design idea for
Susan, a welcome mental distraction.

    "Thank you. I just thought the shorts were to confining for
use around the house so I tried something with the scissors." Susan
noticed Diana's voice had cracked a couple times. "Would you like
some water? It's all I have except for some beer that Miles left."

    Diana nodded. "Thanks. I think I could use some water." Diana placed
the box she had brought on the dinette table and opened it. Susan
brought over the water and handed it to Diana. She sipped it while
Susan pawed over the dress. It was the white tube pullover.

    Diana set her glass down so she wouldn't drop it when Susan began
pulling her tee shirt off. After Susan gave Diana a short glance she
pulled the shorts from her hips and down her legs. Diana admired
the girls seeming indifference to nudity in front of a stranger. But
then again that was something Diana understood as she had a hard body
too and liked to show it off. Not so much these days but she was
still almost as fit as she was 10 years ago.

    Diana helped Susan pull the dress over her frame and it fit
Susan like a glove. A pretty good job around her massive breasts, the
fabric followed their raucous curves like white on rice. She stood
back and admired the job. Susans heavily muscled abdomen was sleekly
covered by the clingy fabric and the heady curve of her lower abdomen
was accentuated by the dress. Her wide sweeping thighs filled out
the skirt of the dress in a most pleasing manner.

    Diana asked Susan to turn around so she could check the fit
along her back. Diana tried to pay attention to the dress and not
Susans highly rounded and muscular butt and wide hips which filled out
the dress to divine perfection. After a bit of study Diana approved
the dress and mentioned some design ideas for future ones. Susan would
look great in a similar design with a open back.

    Susan ran her hands over the fabric, "This feels wonderful Diana.
I like this very much."

    Diana smiled and steadied her hands, "You look great Susan. You'll
have men jumping from the bushes with an outfit like that."  Course
almost anything Susan wore would do that.

    Susan smiled. "I have Miles. That is sufficient, for now." Susan
stopped feeling the fabric and eyed Diana. "I will have to get used to
this later." She fumbled with the dress and Diana stopped her before
she tore it. Diana showed her how to remove such a dress properly, it
was something of a challenge. First it had to be rolled up to her
massive bosoms and then pulled over them and off. Diana gave Susan
a card with cleaning instructions on it.

   Diana noticed Susan wasn't in a rush to put anything on once the
dress was properly hung in the bedroom closet. She looked around
the small house in an effort to keep her eyes off of the young womans
body. "Nice place. Not many people can afford to live on the
beach front. How long have you known Miles?"

    Susan closed the closet door. "I met him early Saturday morning.
I like this place. I was lucky I met Miles." She reflected for a
moment. "I keep forgetting to put clothes on. Miles told me I
shouldn't go around nude outside or where other people can see me."

    Diana felt nervous under Susans direct observation, the woman was 
ogling her. "Well with a physique like yours clothing is a optional 
item." Diana joked, then sobered. "Though well designed clothes will 
highlight your features."

    Susan cast a look at the bed and looked back at Diana, "Will
you like to stay? I can cook some fish for lunch. Then maybe
we could go out on the sun deck and enjoy the sun."

    Diana smiled. "I'd like that. I brought my suit just in case."

    Susan was pleased that Diana wanted to stay. They ate lunch
and Diana asked Susan about her past. Susan told her the same
story she had told Miles with a few alterations to add dimension to
her past.

    "So your telling me you don't work out at all? That's ridiculous
Susan. I used to pump iron four and six hours a day when I was in
competition form and nobody, I mean nobody, has physique like yours
without spending some -serious- time in a gym." Diana lounged
in one of the sunning chairs on the deck and glared down at Susan
laying on a towel spread out on the deck floor. The other deck
sun lounger had groaned ominously when Susan had put her weight on it
and decided the chair wasn't 'suitable'. One of Susans favorite
phrases Diana noticed.

    Susan considered, "Well I haven't worked out lately I guess I
should say. Except with Miles that is!" She looked up at Diana.
Both of them were wearing hardly anything. When Diana had slipped
on her 'thong' suit Susan mentioned how much more physically fit Diana
was than Miles is, and that she thought Diana was much more attractive
than Miles. Diana blushed.

    Diana looked off at the ocean. "Speaking of Miles, I bet he's
a pretty happy lad with a gal like you around. I mean you could have
almost any man you wanted, those that aren't put off with a woman with
muscles like you have anyway. I'm surprised you didn't have lots of
boyfriends to call on when your home got taken away by the IRS."

    Susan thought about optional answers. "Miles is the first man or
lover I've ever known. There was no one else. Like I said my father
kind of kept me away from the public. I grew up with just him as my
guide and never got out much at all."

    Diana tsked, "You make it sound like you were a prisoner, and from
what I'm hearing you probably were. He did you a grave disservice
Susan." Poor thing. She was so ignorant and vulnerable. Diana wondered
how she would fair in the world with her virginal like innocence.

    Susan shook her head. "I loved my father and I will miss him
always. But that was then and this is now. I will learn what I lost in
the past. I have time."

    Diana warmed at the girls outlook. "Yes, your right. It's what
you do with the future that counts now." They fell silent for a while.

    "Suns getting a bit low for sunbathing Susan, I'm feeling the
chill out here." Diana said as she got up and stood at the railing
looking out over the ocean. "Sure is nice down here on this private
area of the beach. Nothing like the public beaches with all the
summertime crowds."

    Susan eyed Diana's firm hard backside. "You can come here anytime
you want Diana, I like you very much."  Diana turned her head and
looked down at Susan. She saw Susan was ogling her again. Susan
continued "And you are very attractive too."

    Diana turned around. "Susan, if I'm reading you right your what
I call a swinger, someone who goes both ways. You've made too
many passes at me to not be. Or am I wrong about that?"

    Susan sat upright on the deck towel. "I know I like you enough
to share physical pleasure with. And I know you are attracted to me."
She paused. "Are you a 'swinger' Diana?"

    Diana demurred, "Well I've been known to, yes. Though I don't just
lay around with anybody. I'm very selective."

    Susan thought about what Diana said, "I hope you select me. I
would like to practice with you often." She got up. "Even if you
don't select me I hope you come by and visit whenever you want."

    Diana flushed, she wasn't nearly as direct as this young thing.
"I think I've already selected you Susan. I took this afternoon off
from my business just so we could get to know each other. It's
something I don't really do you know, my business is very important to
me."

    Susan nodded. "Well if we have selected one another then perhaps
we should go inside. We could take a shower together. Miles would
like that because it would save him money."

    Diana laughed. "Oh, he's a chiseler is he? Sounds like fun
to me." She followed Susan into the house.

    The shower stall really wasn't big enough for a woman the size
of Susan and the smaller Diana, but they managed to find a combination
that worked Diana placed herself between the shower head and Susan.

    Diana told Susan to wash her off first and then Diana would
get to wash down Susan. Diana was quite turned on by the sensation
of Susans breasts pressing into her shoulders as Susan wrapped
her arms around her and gently soaped and washed her chest
and midsection.  She let out a gasp of surprise when Susan slid
her soaped hand between Diana's butt cheeks and massaged her anus.
Diana indicated she didn't like that, Susan apologized and moved her
powerful hands along Diana's triceps then caressed her lats.

    When it was Susans turn Diana had Susan turn around so she
could hand wash her backside first. Diana had never felt muscle so
dense and deep on another woman before. She dawdled on every muscle
group. It took a long time for her to just soap the vast expanse
of Susans back as it spanned the entire shower stall. Since Diana
was a good 6" shorter than Susan her eyes were level with the back of
Susans neck and she had to reach up to soap Susans incredibly powerful
shoulders.

    Diana kept finding things to marvel at and she had only
done Susans back and shoulders, she felt giddy when she realized
she would have to rubdown Susans wide wonderful ass and work her way
down the mountains of muscle that spanned her thighs. At this rate
the water would grow cold so she quickened her pace.

    She heard Susan let out a slight moan of pleasure on occasion and
wondered at the young womans sexual intensity. After all it was just
a simple rubdown. Diana lingered with Susans glutes. The power in
those muscles was awesome to behold as Susan would shift her weight
and the globes of flesh would flex with each movement. Diana felt
the beginnings of her own auto arousal as she asked Susan to turn
around. She flushed when they were face to face, she saw Susan
was quite aroused and her face was telegraphing her arousal to Diana
with hooded eyes and parted lips.

    Diana envied Susans breasts as she soaped them quickly and giggled
when she stuck her hand between Susans breasts. The flesh so firm
she could almost suspend the weight of her arm from the hand nestled
between the globes. Susan placed her hand on Diana's wrist and moved
her hand toward her abdomen.

    The water was beginning to run slightly chill and Diana rushed
to finish the job. She kneeled to rinse Susans massive thighs and
wherever her hands went she found massive muscles to marvel at. Her
eyes glazed in longing for the power that must lie within. She was so
intent on what she was doing that she didn't notice Susan fingering
herself.

    She heard Susan let out a heady gasp and she shuddered. Diana
looked up and saw Susan's hand massaging her slit. Susan moved her
hand away after her orgasm and Diana let out a loud gasp in
exclamation. Susans clit was enormous. "You got a special toy there
Susan, your a lucky girl." Diana mused as she marveled at Susans
clitoral dimensions. "May I?" Diana asked Susan as she stood up
and placed her hand on Susans mons.

    "Please, but lets go to the bedroom. I'm afraid I'll break
something in here. There's no room." Susan said with a strained voice.
She was in the throes of passion.

    Diana let out her trademark throaty chuckle and turned around
so she could shut the water off. They toweled off and fluffed each
others hair after they removed their shower caps and padded
for the bedroom. On the way Diana grabbed her day bag and plopped
it on the floor beside the bed.

    Being experienced at loving women Diana took control when she
saw Susan was tending to be passive. She kissed Susan and used her
tongue to explore Susans mouth. Susan soon got the idea and Diana
felt Susans much larger tongue pushing back. Susans breathing elevated
when as she savored the sensation of her ears being loved by Diana's
skilled mouth and tongue. Susan tried to return the favor but Diana
moved her head down and slowly nibbled and stroked her way down
to Susans massive chest.

    Diana teased Susans nipples and surrounding sensitive flesh with
her mouth. She used her hands to massage the bounteous breast flesh
that she marveled at. While she massaged Susans breasts she noted
how incredibly firm the tissue beneath felt. While keeping an eye
on Susans face she kneaded the flesh harder and deeper. "Susan, I
don't feel any implants. Who did the work for you?" Diana asked.

    Diana didn't believe the answer but it must be true since she
couldn't detect any signs to indicate otherwise, other than the
enormous fullness  of Susans breasts and the height at which they
rode upon her chest. Diana did detect muscular like flesh down deep
that held Susans breasts so high. It was a common technique used
on boob jobs, especially on women that had very large implants. But
whoever had done the job had elevated the art to a new plateau as
Susans pectorals had not been butchered in the slightest.

    Susan flexed her abdominals for Diana as she ran her tongue
across Susan's midsection. By the time Diana reached Susans lower
regions Susan gasped out and flexured in a delightful orgasmic
release.

    Diana saw how intense and sensitive Susan was as she worked her way 
lower. She felt a twinge of additional jealousy as Susan was so much 
more orgasmic than she was. Incredibly orgasmic, it seemed, as she 
decided to bypass Susans glorious vagina and worked her way down 
Susans thighs. Susan had another intense passionate release, she 
moaned and verbalized her release.

    Diana gently shoved Susan so she would roll over and let her
explore Susans backside. She worked her way in reverse from the
back of Susans knees up to her glorious buttocks.

Diana used a combination of Swiss massage and erotic massage techniques
on Susans copiously muscled frame. She placed herself astride of
Susans lower back and rode the quaking mountain of flesh beneath her.
It seemed like Susans entire body was an enormous erogenous zone as
she brought Susan to several more moaning and shuttering sexual
climaxes.

    Susan wanted to bring Diana to satisfaction but Diana insisted
she let her continue her exploration of Susans body. She rolled over
and spread her legs so Diana could do her magic on Susans vagina.

    Diana didn't take long to notice something very unusual about
Susan's genitalia. She was marveling at Susan's gigantic clitoris, it
was as long as Diana's thumb when erect and thicker in diameter by a
good margin. But that was not what really caught her attention as she
began to test the womans sensitivity. She had run her finger up past
Susans outer labia when she felt a gentle pulsing on her finger.

    In silent disbelief she forgot Susan's clitoris and eased another
finger into Susan's lush and damp labia. Not all women like this sort
of thing so she asked, "Do you mind what I'm doing Susan?" She brushed
Susans folds. She felt another gentle pulse against her finger.

    Susan moaned in baited breath, "No, I like it very much." She
ground her hips gently and gave Diana a gentle squeeze with  her
thighs.

    Diana gently spread Susans massive outer labia apart with her
forefinger and thumb. She stuck her other hand up and fingered
Susans labia minora, which on this girl where quite impressive. Diana
noticed the unusual texture of Susans vaginal flesh. Just beneath
the soft vaginal tissues was a layer of fat like tissue but beneath
that there was a firmness that shouldn't be there. She probed deeper
with her hand and inserted more fingers until she was up to her
second knuckles inside Susans cunt.

    Susan squirmed beneath Diana's caressing of her vagina. She tried
to control her vaginal muscles so as not to startle Diana or chase her
away. She remembered how Miles had reacted and she didn't want to
cause Diana to guess to quickly Susans extra-human origin. Susan
was doing a good job at control as she reached a peak of sexual
tension and flexured. She cried out and clamped her thighs around
Diana, wrapping her legs to encircle Diana's thorax. Grunts of
passionate release escaped her lips.


    Diana gasped in her own pleasure as Susan's thighs crushed
her firmly between them. She knew the power of Susan legs could
cause her great harm if the young woman got carried away. Diana
relished the thought as she rode the wave of orgasmic power fluttering
through Susans body. Susan began to relax and lay still and Diana
pulled her hands away to lick and savor the unique flavors of
Susans pussy from her fingers.

    Diana crawled up between Susan's legs and up her stomach to lay
prone against Susans massive mammeries. She looked into Susans hooded
eyes below her. "You have some kind of gift down there Susan. I bet
Miles is one happy boy." She kissed the nape of Susans neck. "I've
been with quite a few women in my time. But I've never seen or heard
of anything like you."

    Susan shuddered in a post orgasmic orgasm and stroked Diana's
well toned back. "Now it's my turn to pleasure you Diana."

    Susan investigated Diana's body much as Diana had investigated
hers. When she got to Diana's breasts, which were well formed, she
noted something odd about them. She couldn't find a reference in
her sadly limited knowledge base to answer this puzzle. But she could
tell there was some sort of soft foreign object inside of Diana's
breasts. She would ask about this later she decided.

    Susan tried to bring the same kind of tactile pleasure to
Diana as she had felt. But she found she had to move onto Diana's
vagina. Susan provided Diana with several orgasmic releases with
her tongue. Since she could flick her tongue with incredible rapidity
and tireless endurance it was easy for her to do this. She thrust her
tongue up into Diana's cunt and found a particularly responsive area
that she stimulated with the tip of her tongue. She brought
Diana to several more subtle orgasmic releases. They were not as
intense as Susan's but Diana looked satisfied and begged Susan to
stop.


    They nestled together and relaxed for some minutes, quietly
stroking and appreciating each other. Diana murmured, "You make me
feel young again Susan. Your a skilled lover."

    Susan brushed Diana's dark hair from her face. "You are a good
teacher Diana. I will get better though. I would like to do more for
you."

    Diana chuckled. "You've done plenty, I've never had a tongue job
like that." She quieted for a moment and stroked Susan's huge
biceps. "I wish I could put on muscle like this. Even at my peak
I couldn't put this kind of mass on. Your built like a giant version
of Paula Suzuki, but a lot more sexier." She sighed. "I keep myself in
shape but I can't spend the time in the gym as much as I used to."

    Susan replied, "Your in excellent shape Diana. I could make it
so you could put on as much muscle as you wanted. I'd like to do that
for you if you'll let me." She would like to do more than that, as she
had found, as with Miles, she had to be extra careful with her strength.
She wanted to make her new lover more suitable.

    Diana pulled back a bit and looked at Susans face. The girl looked
serious. "And how would you do that Susan? Tell me. I'd like to know
the secret so I could package it sell it. We'd be rich beyond belief!"
She joked and rolled her eyes.

    Susan considered. She couldn't reveal the technology or the
specifics as she would get in trouble with the law if they found out
what she was. Big trouble. "I can't tell you. But I can make it so
your body is much more responsive to physical exertion. I can do other
things too if you want." Susan had a compulsion to improve her new lover
to be more suitable for her own sexual needs.

    Diana pondered the serious expression on Susans face, but then
again Susan didn't have much facial emotional range, except when she
was having an orgasm. Diana chuckled. "Don't joke around Susan. It's
unbecoming of you. Besides don't rub salt in a open wound."

    Susan crinkled her eyes in thought. "I do not see any wounds, are
you injured inside? I can fix that too. I'm not joking around either."


    Diana sat up. "Well what are you going to use? Some kind of magic
potion or something?"

    Susan considered the options. "To you it would seem like magic,
yes. But it is not magic. I just have unique talents."

    Diana snorted. "Well wave your magic wand and make me young
again." She paused. "While your at it wave these silicon filled
breasts away and give me a set of beuts like you got, cept I don't
want a pair quite -that- big." She reached over and stroked Susan's
huge firm jugs. "They look good on you Susan."

    Susan let Diana luxuriate her for a while. "We can get started
tonight Diana. If you stay with me I can examine you and make an
assessment on what I need to do."

    Diana leaned back. "Your serious aren't you? Or are you playing
some twisted little childs game with me?" She paused. "Or is this
your way of doing more sex play? That's what your doing! Well examine
me again like you did last time then. Examine me Susan!" She laughed
at Susan's almost child like attitude. She could see Susan wanted more
sex play.

    Susan reached over and pushed Diana to the mattress. She
positioned herself so that her huge breasts were dangling atop
Diana's face. She moved so the nipple she had ready was in front
of Diana's mouth. Diana had already begun to nibble and lick
Susan's large nipple so Susan pressed herself a little lower and
expressed a few drops of milky liquid to rise at the surface of
her nobbled nipple flesh. "Suck on my nipples Diana, I like that."

    Diana thrashed at the thrill of Susan's tongue as she performed
a virtuoso performance of cunnilingus on her. She had a wonderful
orgasm. Susan wanted her nipples sucked again and Diana gladly performed
this service so Susan would be happy. Besides Diana thrilled at the
near crushing weight of Susans body as it pressed down on her.

  Diana noted the sweetness on her tongue again. She felt a another
twinge of jealousy for the girl, she even had milk in those giant
jugs. They engaged in sex play for a while longer and Diana began to
feel drowsy. Susan seemed to notice and curled up beside Diana. Diana
wondered why she was so drowsy as it was still only in the late
afternoon. Perhaps it was the sex. She let herself drift off while
Susan cradled her in her arms.

  Diana recalled later hearing Susan's voice as she drifted in a
semiconscious dream like state. Susan would ask her questions and
Diana would answer. But when Diana woke up the next morning she
couldn't remember what was said.

   Susan felt a twinge of disappointment as she watched Diana's car
drive away Wednesday morning. Diana was angry and accused her
of doping her with a sleep drug. Diana said she should call the law
or something and told her she never wanted to see Susan again. That
she should keep away from Diana. Susan tried to explain that the
work would require more treatments but that just made Diana more
angry. Susan noted the time. 11am. She decided to stay inside the
rest of the day since she was not doing so well with people. She was
making too many mistakes with them. All she wanted to do with them was
make them more satisfactory for her. She would have to consider this
while she observed the television.


    Later that day the telephone rang and some woman by the name of
Sareena said she would like to visit with her. Susan declined in light
of her earlier thoughts. The woman persisted and told Susan her phone
number. After a bit of discussion Susan learned the woman Sareena
lived just to the north of her along the beach front. Susan said she
would consider meeting more people when she was ready and promised
to call whenever that was.

 Not to much later the phone rang again and she talked with Miles. He
was nice to her and asked her how she was doing. Susan decided not to
tell Miles about Diana and what she had done. He was excited though
when she told him about the dress and said he looked forward to seeing
her late Friday night.

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