The Engagement Party-Part 5
By Wanderer
The great day finally arrives


This is adult material. Please do not read if you are under age 21 or laws in
your country forbid you to do so. Any similarity to actual persons, living or
dead, is unintentional and purely coincidental.

Parts 1 to 4 of this story can be found in the Wanderer bookshelf.

Copyright 2002 by Wanderer

I woke up early the next morning. Jim was snoring away in the next bed, so I
got up quietly, dressed, and started down to breakfast, but on the way I
passed by Maddy's suite and I thought I would drop in and give her a high
five. Today was her big day, the day the ultra socialite Witherington family
would officially announce to the world the engagement of their son, James
Pettigrew Witherington III, to my sister, Maddy, Madeleine Helene Thomas (our
family name). Secretly, I was hoping this would cement my induction into the
Witherington Fortune 500 company. I had dreams of a corner office, gorgeous
secretaries, a personal assistant, maybe a little hanky panky, maybe a lot of
hanky panky. But of course it was very important that my sister get married to
my friend and college roommate, Jim, he from whom all blessings would flow.

It wasn't that the motivating factor for Maddy was that Jim would ultimately
be a billionaire. As a matter-of-fact, she had given Jim a very difficult
time, which should have put him off. The first summer he came to visit me he
annoyed her so much she just physically threw him into our guest closet and
kept him there for a day, along with me who she had already put into the same
closet earlier in the day when I annoyed her. When she released us she forced
Jim to act like her servant. I think it was that which intrigued him. Here he
was, used to ordering servants around all his life, and he was being
humiliated by my sister who physically overpowered him and used him as she
pleased.

The second summer Jim came he was well prepared for my sister, or so he
thought. He had spent the entire school year since his first summer visit
working out every free minute he had, and he was quite a physical specimen
indeed. But my sister wasn't exactly standing still. She made more physical
development progress than even Jim did, and he suffered the same humiliating
fate at her hands as he had the previous summer. Frustrated, he proposed
marriage. I guess he figured that was one way to conquer her. He intrigued
her. Rich beyond belief, but she could control his life. She said yes. His
money didn't really matter to her.

But it did to me. If she married Jim I would be a cinch for a high level job
in the Witherington company. I figured this way-it was just as easy to start
at the top as at the bottom.

I knocked on Maddy's door, but I could hear the music was so loud coming from
her CD player in the room that she couldn't hear my knock, so I opened the
door and entered. There was Maddy in the middle of the room, wearing only a
bra (which she didn't need) for the sake of proper decorum, and bikini
panties, dancing around, twirling, positively giddy. I knew what was going on.
She had had a lot of pressure on her for weeks now as the date of the
engagement party approached. And only this week she had shocked the
Witherington family with a few choice four letter words when she had gotten a
little high on the vino, and she had exposed her muscles to the ultra-
conservative Witheringtons, to their shock and horror. Of course they gave in
to their son's choice, but with some trepidation. Now that the great day had
finally arrived she was blowing off some steam.

Maddy was singing and dancing and I got very close to her before she twirled
around and saw me. She's got a waltz cranked up on the CD so she puts her
right hand on my shoulder and grabs my right hand with her left, holds our two
hands out and says "Lead."

"Lead what?" I say, cleverly.

"C'mon, dummy, it's a waltz. Let's waltz."

"Are you nuts?" I ask. "Who waltzes nowadays?" Then I understood. The
Witheringtons were flying in an eighty piece symphony orchestra in their
private jumbo jet for the engagement party, and naturally they would be
playing some light opera music and for sure a waltz for Maddy and Jim to dance
to after the engagement announcement. So I tried. 1-2-3, 1-2-3, but I was
really clumsy, my big feet were spending more time on Maddy's toes than they
were spending on the floor.

"Oh, for heaven's sake," Maddy said, exasperated. She put her right hand
around my waist and effortlessly lifted me up on her right hip, never missing
a beat of the music, and she picked up the count.

"1-2-3, 1-2-3, oh, this is fun," she exclaimed. "I hope Jim knows how to
waltz." Then she takes me off her hip, puts her hands under my armpits and
holds me straight out in front of her, still twirling around as if we're still
dancing, lifting me up and down in time with the music, but my feet never
touch the floor. She's got a big grin on her pretty face and I can see how
happy she is that the biggest day in her life has finally arrived. Then she
raises me straight up over her head, as far as her arms would stretch, and
keeps on twirling around in time to the music.

I'm always a little embarrassed when my sister, who's four years younger and
half a foot shorter than I am, holds me helpless in her hands like that, as if
I was some little toy doll or something, but when you have 25 inch biceps my
195 pounds was not much of a challenge. As she held me up like that I reached
down to put my hands on her biceps to steady myself, and I could feel the
hardness and the size, each bicep larger than my thigh. I always felt awkward
when Maddy did something like this without giving it much thought. I mean, I'm
supposed to be the big macho male, and then she would do something that made
me feel weak and vulnerable, so I decided to dig her a little bit. "Aw, c'mon,
Maddy, what are you, so happy with the night you spent with Janice?"

"I could see her start to blush, but she stopped dancing and put me back down
on the floor. "What's the matter, jealous?" she jibed me back.

Now she had hit a raw nerve. During the past week that I had been a guest at
the Witherington estate Janice had used me for her initial foray into sex,
having been chaste during her four years at an all girls high school. I mean,
I consider myself a normal man, maybe a little oversexed, somewhat of an
athlete and a ladies' man, but she was insatiable, to the point of my
exhaustion. But I was afraid to say no to her because she had a bad temper,
and, being from a rich family, was used to getting her way. She had already
beat up on me several times. She was deceptive looking. Tall, 5'10", but slim,
except for her shoulders and arms, which had gotten really big from her work
with her horses and around the barn, moving hundreds of bales of hay and
tackle and such. But it bothered me that last night Jan had chosen my sister
Maddy over me, picking her up like one of those bales of hay and carrying my
much heavier and more muscular sister into her room, just like she had done
with me. I did get jealous that it was Maddy, and not me, that Jan had chosen
for the night's festivities, even though I pretended to Jim to be relieved to
have a night's reprieve.

So when my sister asked me if I was jealous I was irked, and I decided to get
back at her. "I didn't know you were a lesbo, Maddy, you have much
experience?"

"No," she said, "my first time, but it was fun. Maybe it was all that wine,
and anyway it was Janice who took the initiative. I was so surprised when she
picked me up like some baby, she's so strong, I had no idea. I mean, I could
have controlled her easily, but she really wanted to experiment, and who
better than her future sister-in-law? I really didn't want to say no to her on
such a personal thing. She admitted to me that you and she had been doing it
for the past week, and that it was her first time. How did it feel? You
finally got yourself a virgin, you lucky guy. You never thought that was going
to happen to you, did you?"

"Aw, Maddy," I said, "I paid a heavy price. I got beat up plenty. She's got a
bad temper, she's so used to always having everybody do what she says, she
gets pissed if you say no to her. From the very first day I got here she
started ordering me around. She told me to meet her at the barn. I thought she
just wanted to screw around a little bit. When I got there she was on her
horse already and she was holding the reins of another horse. She says 'Get up
on the horse, we're going for a ride.' I walk up to her and I say 'I don't get
on anything with four legs that's bigger than me. That includes elephants,
camels, and horses.' You know what she did? She kicked me in the balls! As I'm
going down she grabs my collar and hauls me up on her horse! With one hand!
She's so strong I can't believe it. She's not as strong as you are, but
looking at that slim bitch you'd never guess how huge her arms are. She throws
me across the horse and rides me out to a meadow, me keeping my eyes closed
all the way. I was shaking so hard, I'd never been on a horse before-ever! You
know that. She pulls me off the horse, drags me with one hand across the
meadow and flings me up against a tree trunk, says 'You're going to teach me
about sex.'"

I say "But---"and I get slammed. You can't use the words no, but, or maybe to
her. Come nighttime she would come get me if I didn't come to her room-- I was
so exhausted I'd pretend I was asleep-but it didn't matter, she'd scoop me out
of my bed and carry me to her room, just like she did with you last night. I'm
glad the engagement party is today, so I can get out of here. I just don't
know how much longer I can last.

"Well, I hate to tell you this," Maddy said, "it'll probably go to your head,
but she and I have been talking, and I think she likes you-a lot. Just play it
cool. I think the two of you could be an item some day."

"No, thanks," I said, "she needs to grow up. Right now she hits so hard she
could give me a concussion. I don't want her scrambling my brains."

"OK, big brother, suit yourself, but just remember those dollar signs in her
eyeballs."

So we left it at that. We went to breakfast together, and the senior
Witheringtons were there but they didn't say anything about the night before.
I think they were probably hoping it had all been a bad dream.

Breakfast didn't last long as the Witheringtons had to attend to the details
of the party, and Maddy wanted to give herself as much time as possible to lay
out her clothes and do her makeup.

The engagement announcement was to come at the early afternoon cocktail and
dinner party, but the socialite community pretty much already knew the purpose
of the party, gossip being what it is. Curiosity ran high about my sister, an
outsider marrying into the fabled Witherington family. There was a lot of
inbreeding going on in this tight community, someone marrying someone else's
cousin, and outsiders were not particularly welcome, especially someone who
was snatching off an heir to the Witherington billions. Janice was escorting
Maddy and myself around the gardens and introducing us to the guests, and Jim
was staying away because he didn't want to be seen with Maddy until the
official announcement was made by the governor of the state, who was an
invited guest. He definitely knew where his campaign contributions came from.
Told you the Witheringtons had clout. Janice was saying, "Oh, this is my dear
friend Maddy and her brother Frank. They're visiting us from out west." But we
were getting knowing looks, and the men were kind of leering at Maddy. She was
looking especially beautiful this afternoon, and she was one hell of a healthy
looking girl, compared to most of the shriveled up old socialite crones most
of these guys were with. And the younger women guests were staring at Maddy so
hard that if looks could burn she would have gone up in a puff of smoke.
Evidently the word was out that one damn eligible bachelor could be crossed
off the list, and a lot of the eligible single women at the party looked
pretty pissed about it all.

Well, it didn't involve me, and I tried to be my usual charming self. Maybe I
could make a contact or two for future use. But any time I seemed to get a
little too obvious Janice, who was holding my hand and Maddy's hand as we went
around the garden, would squeeze my fingers until I thought she was going to
pulverize the bones, and all the time the soft hostess smile never left her
face. I could see she wasn't going to give me up easily, so maybe, even though
she had spent the night with Maddy, she was just experimenting and maybe I
still qualified for her bed in her eyes. Of course, I knew my sister wasn't a
lesbian, she had just had too much wine, and anyway I knew she wasn't above a
little experimenting herself here and there. Finally, I think Jan had
introduced us to everybody, so Maddy and I took a little bathroom break, and
Jan released her clutch on my hand and I got a chance to rub and flex my very
tender fingers, as well as relieve myself.

I waited for Maddy to come out of the bathroom, and then we stood together
silently on the ground floor balcony just taking it all in-the huge party, the
vast gardens, the grandeur of it all. I knew this was a culmination of all
Maddy's hopes and dreams. She was getting engaged to a handsome guy, a rich
guy, but above all a nice guy, that was assured. He'd better be nice if he
didn't want Maddy to whip his ass. We both kind of sighed in contentment and
Maddy just kind of leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder. There
was an unspoken bond between us, brother and sister, even though she could
whip my butt as easily as she could Jim's, but I didn't resent her, I was very
happy for her. Softly, voices drifted up to us from below, the balcony being
about ten feet up, with stairs on either side leading down to the ground level
below. The two girls below were talking in whispers, but the symphony
orchestra had taken a break so we could hear what they were saying as we were
standing directly above them but out of their view.

"---that cow. Why, did you see her legs? Below the knee I swear they're bigger
around than my thigh. Why, what do you think Jim sees in that horse, anyway?
And her shoulders? Either she's wearing shoulder pads or she could play
offensive tackle for some pro football team." They both broke into giggles at
the little joke. In the meantime their voices had caught Maddy's attention and
she had lifted her head off my shoulder in order to hear better. I grabbed her
hand and tried to pull her off the balcony and back into the house, but I
couldn't budge her. She just stood there, listening attentively. Finally I
gave up and stood with her, ready to comfort her when the two bitches below
finished their diatribe.

"---and she does have a slim waist," said the other.

"But my dear," said the first, "that only accentuates her shoulders."

"Well, she is rather deep chested," said the second girl.

"Oh, I know," giggled the first, "she needs those broad shoulders to hold up
those basketballs," and they both burst out laughing.

I was getting red in the face, I know, listening to these cruel comments, and
I looked at Maddy and I could see a tear beginning to form in the corner of
her eye. But the two bitches kept on, oblivious to our presence.

"What could James possibly see in her?" asked one.

"Maybe she's a good role in the hay?" said the other.

"Well, I would have fucked his brains out," was the response. "I would have
even licked his tool, if that's what he wanted, for a chance at his billion
dollars," she said. "I figure ten years and then I could have gotten away with
a big chunk of his money, even more if I had given him a little brat or two.
Hell, I'd make a big show of how I just couldn't live without the kids, and
then his parents could buy me off to keep their grandchildren. I figure that
could be worth an extra 100 million or so, maybe more."

"My, my, you had it all worked out, didn't you?"

'Yeah, until Two Ton Tessie came along and spoiled it all."

"Well, she looks solid, she doesn't really look fat, my dear."

"Yes, fat in the head," was the response.

By now I could see the tears rolling down my sister's cheeks. I started to
break away to stop this nonsense, but my sister stopped me, putting her index
finger to her lips, warning me to keep quiet, and the two bitches kept on.

"I give the whore six months before Jim wises up. He'll probably come begging
me to take him back. I'll play it cold at first so I can get him crawling on
his hands and knees, which is where the bastard should be. I think I'll hold
out for something big, like maybe twenty carats. Men are so easy," said the
one whose name I later found out was Hannah, an old flame of Jim's before he
met Maddy.

I felt sorry that Maddy had to hear talk like this, but after all I figured
there was a lot of talk like this going on. That's what happens when you try
to step out of your social class, and I figure Maddy was pretty naïve about
the ways of the world, being only nineteen years old. Anyway, gossip about my
sister didn't directly affect me, all I was really interested in was that good
job with the Witherington company. I didn't want Maddy screwing things up for
me, so I tried to pull her away and back into the mansion, out of sight and
out of earshot.

Then I heard the other girl, Alison, mention me. "Did you meet her brother?"
she asked. My ears perked up, and I stopped tugging on Maddy's arm.

"Oh, yes," said Hannah, isn't he something special?" My chest swelled with
pride. Evidently I had made an impression on these charming ladies.

"What a nerd," Alison proclaimed.

"Butt head is more like it," said Hannah.

Is he dorky, or what?" Alison said. My bubble burst.

"You know he actually tried to come on to me," said Hannah. "The idiot thought
he was so continental and suave, he actually kissed my hand! He says to me
'How are you today, my dear?' He actually called me 'my dear!' It was more
like 'my deeeaaahhh.' It was all I could do to keep from bursting out
laughing. If Janice hadn't been there I think I would have broken up, but you
know Janice is my deeeaaahhh, deeeaaahhh friend," and they couldn't contain
their laughter any longer, they both burst out laughing.

I hadn't realized I had made such a fool of myself, I was getting red in the
face. Maddy looked at me and tears were no longer swelling up in her eyes, she
was smiling at me, and it looked like she was about to giggle. "Well, big
brother," she said, "maybe we should go down and say hello to our new
friends." I no longer tried to hold Maddy back. As a matter-of- fact, while
she went down one set of stairs I headed down the other side of the balcony,
so that I could come up behind Hannah and Alison to keep them from turning
tale and running. Maybe I couldn't handle Maddy or Janice but I think I could
handle these two scrawny anorexics.

"Hello, girls," Maddy said, "I think I just heard you talking about me."

"Oh," Hannah said, not sure what Maddy had overheard. "We were just commenting
on how lovely you are, we're so pleased to meet you."

"Gee, I don't think that's what I heard. I think I heard cow, horse, Two Ton
Tessie, oh---and whore, and some other negative comments. Something about
basketballs, I think."

Having been found out, Hannah decided there was no point in holding back.
"Well, honey," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you did have those
balloons blown up pretty big," she giggled." Is that how you hooked Jim, did
you wiggle those artificial monsters at him?"

"Gee, no," Maddy said, "these are all natural. That's what a healthy diet and
some exercise will do for you. I don't need to stuff my bra with a box of
tissue in each cup, like the two of you do." This was getting nasty, and I
loved it.

Both girls were sporting substantial racks, but, considering how scrawny their
bodies looked, Maddy was suspicious, and so was I.

"I assure you we're all natural," the one named Alison huffed.

"Oh, yes?" questioned Maddy, "well, let's see." Alison was wearing a blouse
and skirt combination, separated by a black belt, and Hannah was wearing a
flowery print dress with a heavy leather belt around the middle. Maddy had no
trouble ripping the two girls' clothing right down to the belts, exposing
their chests. "Weeee--- What have we here?" Maddy said. "Shall we take a
closer look, girls?" And Maddy destroyed the bras the girls were wearing with
one swipe of her muscular arms, exposing their bare chests. Sure enough, out
came the tissues and the cotton, fluttering to the ground. There wasn't much
to see, and both girls raised their arms to cover their exposed chests and
turned to flee from this madwoman. Unbeknownst to them I had come up behind
them. I blocked their escape.

"Just a minute, girls," I said, "Mr. Dorky here thinks you should stay and
finish your conversation with my sister." Dismayed, they turned back to face a
very angry Maddy.

With no effort at all Maddy removed a hand of each of the girls from their
bosoms, exposing---not much. "Oh, Alison," Maddy said, "what is that, and A
cup? No," she giggled, "it must be an A minus cup. And Hannah, I see you have
an M cup-that stands for marble cup. No wonder Jim found you so boring."

"So what, you big freak," Hannah said. "Six months of you smothering him with
those big mammaries and he'll come crawling back to me, begging me to take him
back. And besides, I know everybody here and you don't know any of them. And
tomorrow I'm going to start rumors about you. 'Oh, did you hear Jim's fiancee
was a prostitute before he met her.' 'Oh, did you hear, Jim's fiancee has a
criminal record. She's spent time in jail.' 'Oh, did you hear, Maddy's brother
Frank has been arrested eight times for drunk driving!' (That wasn't true. It
was only two times). 'Oh, did you hear, Maddy's dad has a history of
embezzlement.' 'Oh, did you hear-'"

"Enough," Maddy said, "you are an evil one, aren't you?"

"You betcha," Hannah said, "you can bet both Alison and I are going to work
real hard at it. I think the Witherington family will see to it that you're
gone soon enough."

"W-What are you doing?" gasped Alison. Maddy had taken hold of each woman's
belt and had lifted both Alison and Hannah off their feet so that their legs
were dangling, feet not touching the ground.

"Well, we'll see," Maddy said. She carried the two girls, one suspended in
each hand, feet kicking futilely, with all the nonchalance in the world,
toward the guest symphony orchestra podium. From the back I could see Maddy's
lats spread, threatening to break through her dress.

"Put me down!" ordered Hannah.

"Oh, no," responded Maddy, "you might run away, and that won't be any fun at
all." I trailed along, with not the slightest idea of what was happening,
except I was afraid Maddy was in for big trouble.

Maddy continued to walk down the path to where the symphony orchestra had
returned from their break and had taken up their instruments, playing a
rousing march by Beethoven. Everybody was having a gay time as the liquid
refreshments were flowing freely. But the French horns stopped playing as a
strange apparition came into their view. Then the tubas stopped, followed by
the violins and so on, until only the notes of a solo flute, played by an
oblivious musician, could be heard. That stopped, too, as everyone gaped at
the sight of two females, seemingly floating in air four feet above the
ground, accompanied by a lone female attendant walking with them as they
approached the bandstand. It was an unbelievable sight. But as Maddy neared
the podium, and then stepped up on it, all got a better view, and there were
gasps from the audience, and some screams from a few of the more frightened
women. Some of the guests assumed it was part of the afternoon's festivities-a
gymnastic troupe perhaps-and began to applaud.

Maddy stepped up to the microphone and said, "Thank you very much, folks, I
appreciate your applause. I believe I've been introduced to most of you by
now. For those of you with short memories or who are disinterested, as most of
you seemed to be, except for those men who seemed to find my breasts visually
demanding, as did some of the women, my name again is Maddy, and I'm a friend
of the Witherington family, and specifically Jim. I feel honored to have made
his acquaintance. He is a warm and considerate human being, unlike the two
bitches I hold here," and she shook each of the girls vigorously over her head
to call attention to them, as if it weren't quite obvious already.

Maddy continued. "One of the signs of a good upbringing is politeness and
courtesy to strangers and guests. Evidently courtesy and consideration is
something totally foreign to the people in this closed enclave of privilege.
It's not likely that you permit a newcomer into your elitist circle unless
they can show you a bankbook with eight figures in the balance column, and for
nine figures you'll get down and kiss their ass, and for ten figures you'll
gladly suck their cock or their pussy, whatever the case may be." Gasps could
be heard coming from the assembled crowd, together with looks of confusion and
consternation flooding the faces of the guests, but Maddy went on.

"These young ladies, no doubt representative of your polite society here, I
overheard calling me every vile name in the book. I also heard them scheming
to shame me in the eyes of Jim and the Witherington family, so as to destroy
the love that Jim and I have for each other, for the sole purpose of
ingratiating themselves with Jim and his family, and, of course, their money.
Isn't that true, Hannah?" Maddy asked the one who was scheming to get her
hands on Jim. But Hannah, suspended high in the air at the end of Maddy's
hand, wouldn't say a word, too scared to speak.

Maddy turned her attention to Alison, who had less to lose by being honest.
Alison was already so scared to be in this helpless position, and having a
weak bladder anyway, now had pee running down her leg for all to see, and just
wanted down from Maddy's grasp, hoping to conceal her embarrassment. Maddy
began shaking Allison vigorously, and you could see the fright reflected in
Alison's eyes.

"All right, all right, put me down---It's true, it's true, every word of it,
Hannah has a scheme to shame you in Jim's and his family's eyes, I had nothing
to do with it, please put me down, please---please---it's true, it's true!"

"Maddy's response was, "It's time to throw out the trash." Still holding the
two women at arms length overhead, Maddy walked off the podium and towards
Lake Witherington, the huge man-made lake on the Witherington estate, big
enough to race motorboats on, and she walked out to the end of the pier. There
she wound up her right hand like a softball pitcher winding up for an
underhand pitch and threw the less guilty Alison off the side of the pier.
Then she turned her attention to the scheming, devious Hannah. Now Maddy could
use two hands, so she grabbed Hannah with one hand on her neck and the other
on her ass and she must have hurled the blubbering Hannah a good thirty feet
out into the water.

Maddy then announced, to no one in particular, "There, that was a job in need
of doing." She walked off the pier, eyes downcast, knowing that her
opportunity to share Jim's life and to share the good things that could bring
had now come to an end. The end of her engagement she would always regret, but
her alienation from this elitist, snobbish social strata she would never
regret.

But my God, I did! What had my sister done to me? What was to become of me
now? I had made such grand plans! A corner office in the Witherington Fortune
500 company! My private secretaries, each with a body more luscious than the
other! Golf every afternoon? I had been planning on a life of leisure, and now
I might have to actually work for a living! I was devastated. Tears began to
roll down my cheeks.

Through my grief I heard someone applauding from the rear of the crowd.
Evidently someone felt some compassion for my sister, something like
applauding for the 32nd finisher at a race in the Olympic games. Turned out it
was Janice, Jim's sister, and my tormentress for the past several nights. Even
though Janice was a strict disciplinarian (with me, anyway), still she was
fair-minded, and she knew the hypocrisy that existed in her social community.
And besides, she had bonded strongly with my sister over the past several
days, sharing little whispers and secrets, probably about me.

Then someone else started to applaud from the other side of the lawn, and it
was Jim, Maddy's fiancé-to-be. I should have known. Having been Jim's roommate
in college for the past four years I knew him to be a regular guy, a stand-up
guy, never one to flaunt his wealth or his social position. Oh, he tried to
hide it, but sometimes it came out, like his Ferrari, the only one on campus,
but generally he made every effort to be a regular guy. And what kind of guy
would he be if he abandoned his fiancee in this time of stress? Well, I wasn't
going to be left out. I mean, after all, she was my one and only sister, and I
figured everything was hopelessly lost to me now anyway. No big job, no big
salary, no private secretaries. The thought of what I had just lost made my
tears flow even more copiously. I joined in the applause.

Two more people joined in, making a total of five. Not bad, I thought, it
wasn't a total wipeout. Dimly, through my tears, I saw who it was. Mr. and
Mrs. Witherington II! I couldn't believe it, but Jim's parents, seeing the
support their son was giving their prospective daughter-in-law, didn't
hesitate to stand with him. Now the rest of the group, shocked beyond belief
by Maddy's exhibition of raw power, sat in stunned silence. But slowly it
dawned on some of them that it was the Witherington family that made this
elitist social group what it was, and without the Witherington's billions
backing their activities they would become just another neighborhood
association. So someone else stood up in the crowd and began to applaud
Maddy's action, and then another, and another. Pretty soon the whole assemblage
was standing, shouting and yelling, and stamping their feet, and chanting,
"Maddy! Madddy!" Maddy just stood there, stunned. She had figured the end of
her dream, as she had visualized it, had come. And maybe I could still have my
big job, my corner office, my private secretaries. Joy began to flood back
into my heart! My tears began to dry up, and I could see a big smile come to
Maddy's pretty face. The senior Witheringtons came up to her and both of them
put their arms around her and embraced her, and they looked delighted. Maddy,
forgetting herself, put an arm around each of their waists, picked them up
onto her hips, and started waltzing around the lawn with them. Damn! I was
going to have to teach her propriety! The symphony orchestra, taking this all
in, began to play a waltz in time to Maddy's movements, and pretty soon the
whole damn assemblage was waltzing, on the dance stand, on the lawn, on the
walk paths, on the balcony above. Janice found me, and she says "Let's dance!"
I said, "I don't know how to waltz!" "You do now!" she giggles. And she picks
me up, just like Maddy had done to me that morning, and she waltzes me around
the lawn, doing dips with me and all that fancy dance crap, my feet never
touching the ground.

Damn! I hate strong women!