A Ditty of Two Tails (Women's Circle Continued)

I couldn't resist the title. I will make more sense after I tell what happened on the night of Women's Circle. I couldn't yet face writing about it - not because it was tragic or bad. It was just so much to drink in and so many changes...for the better. I will let you decide. You will probably think me a horrible rotter (as my Jenny would say) before it is over but..."Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn." We will pick up with Jenny knocking on the door...

I jumped at the sound of Jenny's knock. Why in the world was she knocking on the bedroom door? Privacy was not allowed as far as she was concerned. I was not allowed to lock doors or be upset if she ever just walked in on my showering or bath or whatever. She certainly had no qualms about my privacy when I was sick with that flu!

"Yes?" I thought maybe it wasn't Jenny and it wasn't. It was Judy, the eldest Sister.

Immediately, I lowered my eyes as she came in the door and sat on the bed. "Yes, Ma'am?"

She stood in the doorway for a full minute. I just waited. I wasn't going to be even a hair out-of-line considering who was downstairs. I'd spoken with Judy's husband at some family functions. He spoke with awe and fear more than just with submission and humiliation about his treatment from her. She was more old school. Remember what Teri COULD have done to me? I just waited.

"You have not tried to listen in to our meeting, young man?" Her voice was as cold as ice.

"No, Ma'am." I shook my head, too, as if that would help. I bit back saying I was not that stupid.

"Good. Jenny has well-praised your obedience in the past and now. Are you an obedient boy?" She asked.

I had to answer. I looked up and something in the flash of her eyes made me change my originally intended answer. "I can be."

She stared at me and I waited for the crash and boom that would signal my being dragged downstairs for some "education." It never came. I hedged my bets and cast my gaze down in submission. "Good, Jesse, very good. You will wait here for a few minutes and then Jenny will come up for you."

My mouth opened to ask something, anything but the door was shut before I could get my head up. Jenny was coming for me?! Oh Lord, what if they decided I was guilty of having led Heather astray somehow?!! My mind was beginning to reel with what that could mean to me. I felt myself starting to curl up on the bed.

"Jesse? Jesse!" Jenny came in and shut the door. I turned to her with fear in my eyes.

"What did I do?" I began and then just sort of babbled.

"Shhh....shhh...you did nothing wrong, Honey." She cradled me and stroked my hair. I began to breath better and sat up. It was my first look at Jenny since the meeting had started. Her eyes were red-rimmed, and slightly puffy.

"You've been crying, Jenny?" I asked as a half statement and question.

She nodded. "Yes, we have been having some very intense discussions and, I, well...I am not allowed to tell you more. Please, as you have faith, trust, and love for me, Jesse, don't ask me any more right now. I need you to come downstairs with me and not be afraid. I need you to be strong and confident. I need you to be completely honest to all questions and say whatever you think. It is up to you now." Her eyes started to tear up again and I realized she had been crying from emotional turmoil not physical pain.

I almost asked what was up to me now? I held it back after her impassioned plea. How could I not do what she asked when asked like this? I had no idea what was going on but I reached back into my memories of being a Dom and pulled on that mask I only used on rare occasions with Jenny. "I am ready, Jenny."

She had watched my face and hers now shone with a new light: hope? "I need to change before I go downstairs. I need to wear a dress or skirt." She paused at her closet and slowly turned to face me. "What would you like me to wear?"

It wasn't so much the question, she'd asked me this before on occasion, but it was the way she asked it. Her eyes were down as she stared up at me through her silky, black lashes. My mask firmly in place, I replied. "Put on that white silky dress, the short one that's almost see-through, put on the white thong, no bra, and the silver heels I like."

She grinned like a little girl as she bounded into the closet. She actually shut the door! She'd never been one for privacy before. This was getting more and more strange.

I went to my closet to change because I decided cotton pajamas didn't sound like what the occasion called for. I opted for some nice slacks that Jenny said made me look very masculine. I got out an expensive dress shirt but decided not to go with a jacket or tie. I wore boxers underneath - just in case I literally got caught with my pants down, not that they would be much help but it's the idea. I, lastly, put on some tooled-leather shoes that looked uncomfortable but were soft as butter. I checked my hair and teeth then sprayed a bit of cologne. If I was going to my death. I would go in style.

I went out and nearly gasped. Jenny was sitting on the bed, facing me with her legs crossed. She'd teased her hair some and reapplied her makeup...she didn't wear much. She looked fabulous. When I came out of the closet, oh that line almost hurts, she slowly got up in an almost feline way. She turned for me to inspect her. The plunging neckline of the dress with the underwire support made it more of a shelf than a bodice. Her breasts were round, firm, and nicely on display.

She did a slow turn and even went so far as to bend over slightly to pull up the dress and flash the white thong. The hemline was so short, it didn't take much lifting . I loved her legs and her ass so much I just smiled and stared openly. I still had my mental mask on I guess because my gaze raked her as she later put it. She felt it like an actual physical touch over her body from top to bottom and back again. She did something then I had rarely seen her do: she blushed.

"Do I look nice?" She asked quietly.

"You know I do. Right now you look so good it's going to be very difficult for me to not do you right here and right now." My voice was a bit thick with passion as I said it.

She smiled and curtsied at the compliment and then shook her head slightly. "Not now, Jesse, later. Yes, later." Her eyes flashed at that and I couldn't read what was in them.

Impulsively, I stepped forward and took her in my arms. She melted into them. I asked, "Do I look alright?"

She made a show of looking me up and down. She closed her eyes and breathed in my scent. I felt her shiver. "Jesse, please, we need to go right now or I will be begging you to do me right here and now and we can't. " She opened them. "That's how good you look."

I let go of her and went to the door. I opened it and gestured for her to go first. She thanked me with a stunning smile and motioned me to take her arm. We went to face our fate. I felt strange. I wasn't walking slightly behind her although I wouldn't have minded the view. Jenny knows how to walk in heels and the show is spectacular. I walked as her Man and was leading her. It felt good. I didn't know what lay ahead downstairs but I was happy now.

We walked down the stairs. As we came down, I tried to take in the battlefield below before we started walking into it. Jenny knew what was here but I didn't.

They had moved the couch and some chairs into a semi-circular arrangement. The Circle was seated in this area and all eyes were on us. I saw more than one raised-eyebrow at Jenny's attire but Judy's eyes were on me as if she had never seen me before. Well, she hadn't seen this side of me I suppose. Still acting the Dom, I stared at her and the rest of the Circle as if deciding which one to put over my lap first.

I kept from grinning because I actually saw Teri squirm in her seat and look down. Judy never budged. I hadn't expected her to but neither did I. I heard a plaintive whimper and noticed Heather for the first time. She was quite a sight at the moment. Right now, she was on top of our dining room table which is off to the right of the living room.

Heather was completely naked and on her knees in a position called the Child's Pose. It meant she was on her knees with her butt high in the air as she rested on her elbows. Her backside and thighs were a bright red. There were no welts so it all must have been done by hand but it had been going on for a while. Oh, then I noticed a supple, plastic fly swatter resting across her ankles. My stomach did a small flip.

She had been crying but was down to a simmer of whimpering. I had no idea how long she'd been in the pose but it could be safely held for hours without injury or discomfort besides her knees and her backside. They must have really been at her, judging by her face.

I'd never seen her naked. I'd seen parts of her frequently but not all of her; however, now did not seem the time to be checking her out. My eyes went back to Judy who seemed happy to just wait. I went to the dining room and got a chair. I could hear Heather's intake of breath at the sight of me. I didn't fail to notice her blush from head to toe. I wanted to smile or give her some assurance, maybe a friendly pat on her cherry bottom? I ignored her completely or, at least, seemed to but it was very hard.

My face was chiseled granite when I plopped the chair in the living room in the center of the semi-circle so I could see all of them. I nearly laughed. I had to carry in my own "hot seat." I sat down and calmly crossed my legs. I waited. We played this game for a few minutes as I "raked" over one side of the Circle to the other. There was one empty seat.

I realized I didn't see where Jenny had gone. It took every ounce of self-control not to show surprise: she was standing with her nose in the corner. She didn't have her dress up or anything like it was a punishment but what was going on? I turned back to Judy and raised one eyebrow.

"She's to stay there until told otherwise. We worried that you two know each other so well that a mere glance from her would sway your testimony." Judy said it as if to see if I would challenge her. Yeah, right.

"So what do you want to know?" I asked casually as if commenting on the weather.

"Tell us what happened the other day in your own words." She commanded.

I nodded. I told the story with no embellishments different from the blog. I admitted my mistakes, my humiliations, everything. I retold what had really happened with Heather. At this point, she started to cry again. It hurt me to hear her but I blocked it out. I recounted Jenny's actions in naming me the one to punish her. I stopped with Heather on her knees, holding up the switch to me and her little speech as she did it.

Oh boy. I hadn't helped Heather out at all. The eyes of the Sisters turned to agate in their hardness and fury. They knew what I knew; one of their own had willfully or innocently submitted herself to a man - to me.

Susan spoke up. "You understand what this meant?"

I turned my full attention on her. "Yes, Heather had completely submitted herself to me in that instant. She'd given herself completely to whatever I wanted. To answer the question I can see in your eyes, I don't know if she did it without knowing what it meant but, to be honest, I would find that hard to believe considering the family she grew up in, don't you?"

Judy nodded. "You are very intuitive, Jesse." She even have to say it for it to be there - the little added "for a man."

I tilted my head in Jenny's direction. "She has taught me well." I saw Jen quiver a little at my mention of her.

"Perhaps, Jesse, but I think she only sharpened the skills already there."

My, my, praise from Judy? The odds on ice in Hell were very good right now. I bowed my head in acknowledgment. "What else can I do for you?" I really didn't see how I had changed anything here. I told them what they already knew...they wanted to see if I knew it? Why?

"In the course of our investigations, we have gotten everything from Heather - including a confession that she had been wanting to...do that...for some time but never had found a good time for it." My face must have showed my surprise. "You are modest about your effect on these two women, Jesse." Judy then smiled wickedly. "We read your blogs, Jesse."

My blood froze in my veins. How could Jenny betray me like this. My eyes stabbed her back. She must have felt it because her shoulders hunched up and I could see her start to cry again. I couldn't help lowering my leg and starting to scrunch in on myself. I wanted a large hole to jump into and hide. I...took a breath...then another...if I was in trouble for those then this wouldn't be playing out like this. I regained my calm.

It was Judy's turn to nod in acknowledgment of my control. "Most men would spend the rest of this night howling their apologies for such insolence but I found your description of the Circle, however, to be educational. It's good to know we have the effect we strive for."

I shrugged. "I wrote what I felt and feel." What more could I say?

"You write well and clearly. If I might say so, you should think of writing as a career. If nothing else, your take on Doms and Subs could be worth a lot to many people who are confused." She was quiet for a moment as though thinking. "Jesse, have you ever read Maslow?"

I blinked. "You mean his study of dominant sexual needs of women?"

She nodded.

"Yes, I have...as Jenny must have told you. I found it fascinating."

"Where do we fit on his three part scale?" Judy challenged me.

What a loaded question! I remembered Jenny's words about being true so I was. "The majority of you fit into the lower dominance need. You don't need or want any dominance in your men and sex is not that exciting for you but the subjugation and humiliation of the dominant part of our species is what excites you and makes the sex worthwhile." I paused to collect my next thought. I heard more than one gasp and angry murmur around the room. I looked around while I thoughtand I saw Heather turn her sweating, teary face to me and she grinned. I was right.

In for a penny and so forth: "I suspect that there are two or three of you that are the medium dominance need category. You want to find someone to be nearly equals with but with him being the more dominant. You will submit but only on your terms; however, growing up in this family, you have had to hide that tendency for fear of ridicule and" I pointed to Heather "punishment by your fellow Sisters."

I looked pointedly at Susan and at Teri. Teri's squirm had given her away but I had always had my doubts about Susan, too. Her downward glance and slow blush told me I was batting a thousand.

Judy looked like she'd just swallowed a whole, peeled, lemon. "You have your opinions, Jesse, and I won't debate the issue with you. At least, not here and now. So you don't think there are any high dominance need women in the Circle?"

This was the money question. I could feel it. I thought before speaking: always a good idea. "Heather might be. It would explain her bratty, spoiled behavior as being a cry for the right man to come along and take her in hand."

"Are you that man, Jesse?" Teri blurted. Judy stared her down.

"Heather thinks so but I am married to Jenny. She's more than enough woman for me and I am very happy." I replied without having to think at all.

"Is that why you didn't take Heather's submission on the spot? I find it hard to believe that you just walked away from it. Jenny wouldn't have gotten in the way; she'd commanded for you to punish the girl. You could have taken up that switch and Heather would now be yours to command. I know you find her attractive. You've said as much on your blogs. She is nearly the twin of her sister, Jenny. Why did you walk away?" Her face was screwed up into utter puzzlement.

I shrugged again. "Simple. I am in love with Jenny. My commitment is to her. It would have been wrong for me to take up the commitment Heather offered to me when I have promised to be monogamous. If Jenny decided I should still have done it, then I would have obeyed but she had the say so."

"Strangely enough, I believe you." Judy sounded astonished by this. She pondered this for a full minute.

"Jenny." Her name was a shot from a gun as Judy said it. Jenny whirled around and I could see she was miserable for some reason. As far as I could see, things were going well.

"Yes, Ma'am." She answered.

"Tell him what you and Heather decided on...without Circle permission...and without Jesse's input, I might add." Judy was furious about something and she wanted me to be mad with her.

I just looked at Jenny who was now trembling as she looked at me. She was a deer in the headlights. I knew the feeling. Being too far away to snap her into wakefulness, I barked. "Speak when you are spoken to!"

"Yes, Master." Her hands flew up to her mouth as she said it. I heard angry hisses and catcalls from the Sisters to my right. She bowed her head and started to cry again.

"Jenny shows her true colors to you and to us now, Jesse." Judy spit out the words as being too bitter to hold for long. "You see, Jenny showed us your blogs to help us about Heather but we wanted to know about your flight into fantasy that included her submitting to you as your slavegirl for eternity." She made a disgusted fling of her hand to point at Jenny's back. "She was forced to confess whether or not you had intuitively figured out her desires. Before you get your back up further, we didn't even need to lay a hand or paddle on her. We only had to threaten to take her away from you."

I had gotten "my back up" when she mentioned forcing a confession but what would Jenny have to confess? I was being dense. I knew it but couldn't see it right in front of me. "Confess what?"

"Ask your slave, Jesse." Susan hissed.

"Jenny?" I asked as a man asks his lover, not a slave. She heard the difference. Her moist eyes looked up at me. I saw it all in her eyes. It was why she had been crying. She'd been forced to confess her slave desire to a room full of harridans to whom it was an anathema.

She drew herself up, looked around the room, and took slave position: a kneeling pose that puts the knees apart, back straightened and chest out and arms behind her back as if shackled. "There is no Jenny here, Master. I am your Jewel. I spent a whole night earn that name and I mean to keep it." Her voice was that of a completely satisfied woman who held her passion in check by a hair. The huskiness of her voice, the position she gave me, it was all a very heady perfume.

"Tell me all of it. I would hear it from your sweet lips more than others." I commanded.

Her eyes flashed with sheer pleasure at my jibe against the other Sisters. "As you please, I had not planned yet to tell you of how right you were. It frightened me how you had seen into my soul so completely, utterly. I was naked before your intelligence and it terrified me to the core. These...women..." her tone left doubt as to their sex, "forced me to chose between losing you or confession. I confessed to them that I am yours."

I heard a small moan come from Heather in the dining room. Oh, right, what about their talks.

"Continue." I raised my eyebrow to show I knew there was more.

Jenny squirmed, knowing this next part might or might not please me and that now meant her ass was mine if I was displeased. "As you know, I took Heather home. I soaped and spanked her for her actions but was very light with it because I felt pity for the girl."

"Pity? After what she did to me?" I felt my anger begin to simmer.

"I'm sorry to displease you but I speak the truth. I pitied her because I knew her pain. She was or is in love with you. I am in love with you. She knew she wasn't allowed to ever have you. On the ride to her apartment, I thought about what this would mean to me and I began to cry with her." Her eyes teared up but at a gesture from me she quelled it.

"Heather and I met and spoke several times in the past two weeks. I've told you when I was going over there but let you think it was only to administer further punishments but I never outright lied about it." She looked up at me, hopeful. She knew it still counted because she held me to being soaped and spanked for lies of omission.

"We'll take care of that later. You're dawdling."

I took some small delight in seeing her lick her lips in distaste. She knew a soaping was coming. "Yes, Master. I'm sorry - I am afraid of your reaction to what I will say next so I am delaying." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

"Look me in the eyes as you say it and don't break the contact." She had me very curious now.

She nodded. Her eyes were very moist and she blinked a great deal but kept my eyes. "We talked for so long and so often because...she confessed to me her burning desire to submit to you and how it made her feel inside. At my stern urging, she even confessed her love for you and made it clear to me that this was not some schoolgirl infatuation. She has grown up watching you, studying you, and, well, loving you."

Heather whimpered again and I cast a glance in her direction. She was staring at my piteously. I raised an eyebrow at Judy.

"Face down, girl, and quite your whining."

"Yesss-sss, Ma'am." Heather quieted.

"And you didn't punish her for this, Jenny? I don't understand." I really didn't.

She spread her hands in contrition. "I know you don't and that is why this is so hard to tell you. You don't know what it is to be a woman. You don't understand the chaos of our emotions. As we have talked about, men are fairly simple and most especially compared to the apparent contradictions of women."

I nodded. I doubted there were very many nods going on to my left.

She continued. "After I plumbed the depth of her emotions, I made a decision to tell her my deepest secret that I have just told you. I told her of my submission desires and fantasies. It was as if a dam had broken between us. We laughed, cried, and talked of our feelings and fantasies."

"Fantasies about me?"

She nodded.

"Sexual?" I prompted and felt my heart pounding like a hammer in my chest.

My Jenny actually blushed again and desperately wanted to look away but obeyed. She nodded.

"Say it and stop trying to leave things out or you'll be getting that fly swatter for me."

She sobbed once. "Yes, we shared fantasies about you: some sexual, some just about being punished, but all were about us and you. I then made another decision that I know you will be displeased at but please don't whip me until you've heard me out."

"You are, quite literally, in no position to ask for anything." I thought I knew where this was leading and my anger battled with dismay, shock, and utter amazement at this possibility.

"Yes, I know, I can only beg for your kindness. Two nights ago, I talked with Heather and told her I had decided that I could share you." She flinched as I jumped up.

"You what?! Just the two of you in some dark corner of her apartment DECIDED this between you? What about my feelings? What about you and I?" I ran out of words.

Jenny quietly got up and went to the dining room. She picked up the fly swatter and carefully walked back to me. Handing me the implement, she knelt facing away from me and directly towards the Circle. Reaching back she slowly and deliberately raised her dress way past her waist, knelt forward on her elbows and spoke softly. "I have displeased you. I've been a naughty girl and deserve whatever punishment you see fit. Please..." she continued in a hoarse whisper, "whip me."

I sat back down and swished the swatter around as I composed myself. I was a seething mass of emotions. Part of me was repulsed but another part was fascinated by this situation. It was almost a parody of the old jokes about having both sisters at the same time. I schooled myself NOT to look at Heather in right now because my way of looking would be so different. I took a breath, smacked her left to right and right to left across her sweet backside. She yelped both times. I was disgusted to see two or three Sisters perching themselves on the edge of their seats. I made a decision of my OWN.

"I well remember the effects of punishing in anger before hearing the whole truth. I will not do to you, yet, what you did to me on Labor Day. Tell the rest of it. NOW." I sat back to watch her buttocks turning a bright pink from the kiss of the swatter.

"Yess-sss, Sir. Thank you for your mercy. Thank you. I..." she suppressed a small sob.."talked with Heather about it and she was reluctant at first. She thought I was doing this out of pity and then she was deathly afraid of what your reaction would have been. It was then that we concocted a plan to convert you to the idea by overcoming your natural reaction to oppose it." She paused. "Must I tell that plan here?"

THWACK! THWACK!

She felt my answer. "Ooo, yes, Master. I would have submitted to you earlier in the day and after an early evening of pleasing you to the best of my abilities, we would go to bed. Somewhere in the night, Heather was to sneak in and start up where I had left off, then in the throes of a passionate moment, I would join her. We figured we would overwhelm your senses being that we ARE very good at what we can do to a man." I could her some pride in her voice and I didn't punish her. It was well deserved pride.

"We figured that when you did come to your senses in the morning with one of us on each side of you that we would weather the storm of your displeasure but it would be a little late to dismiss Heather so easily." She stopped and bowed her head.

"Would it have worked, Jesse?" Judy asked in a dry voice. Had her throat tightened up somewhere in this? Interesting.

I thought about it and just thinking about it made me rock hard and my breath a little ragged so I had to admit it. "Yes, it probably would have. As you said, they are nearly twins in looks, I...yes, it would have worked."

Judy nodded. "We thought so, too. We got the whole story from Heather using that fly swatter. It IS an excellent implement and so quiet, too." I felt very sorry for the men of the Circle and somewhat guilty having given their women such a nasty tool to use against them.

"What do we do now?" I asked Judy.

It was her turn to shrug. "We wash our hands of these two. I guess you have choices. Either you divorce Jenny and send Heather away to a finishing school to finish her off," both girls shook their heads violently at Judy's words but kept silent, "or you can figure out some sort of an arrangement. When a woman makes up her mind, Jesse, you should know better than most how adamant that is."

I nodded and felt non-plussed.

"All the Circle asks is that each be severely punished for their betrayal of us, as we see it. I would ask you to join the Circle but, besides the name problem, I don't think you are good for some of us to be around." She stared hard at Teri and Susan who had betrayed themselves to their Sisters tonight. "We will not force compliance with our beliefs but we don't need to condone change." Hmm...tacit permission for Teri and Susan to make changes in their homes. I made a mental note to have both couples over for dinner sometime after we got this all figured out.

"Done and done, Judy. Heather, get down from that table and join Jenny." I barked.

Heather hopped off the table and groaned as the blood moved back into her joints and backside. She hopped to it and I let myself enjoy the sway of her breasts as she hurried over to kneel next to Jenny in the same position. I saw them exchange a quick glance but said nothing. There was going to be a lot of that in the future. Share and share alike, eh? I grinned.

I touched Jenny's bottom with the swatter. She shivered. "What implement scares you the most, Jenny?"

I could see the conflict in her, the torment. She had done this to me.

"The sandal." She whispered. I remembered now. Her mother would use her own sandal on her bare bottom for extreme cases of punishment.

"Heather?"

"That fly swatter." I doubted it was more frightening to her than the switch but she had more recently felt this implement.

"Fine. Jenny go get one of your own saltwater sandals and then beg each Sister to take you over her lap to be 'severely' punished. Thank them for each swat." I watched her hop up and whimper as she ran up the stairs.

"Heather, run upstairs, borrow something appropriate and then return to your position and beg each Sister by name to whip you with the swatter 'severely' for your punishment. Thank each one when they finally get tired. If you are not thankful enough they can repeat the whipping."
She to whimpered as she ran off upstairs.

"Sufficient?" I asked Judy.

Her smile told me she was well pleased. "I didn't think you could be so merciless, Jesse."

"After what they did together? I AM being merciful...for now. The both know I will deal with them after you go home. Oh, how long has it been since you did a soaping?"

Her eyes lit up in amusement. "Oh, quite a while. May I?"

I told her where the soap and the brush were. Each girl found out when she came downstairs that she had to be soaped before any punishments began. Heather, the little witch, had picked out a school uniform costume to wear. Jenny must have told her my enjoyment of that particular outfit. I smiled at her as she knelt down again and raised her skirt. Judy came over to soap her after having just administered it to Jenny. She had then given Jenny a very rousing paddling with the sandal. Jenny said thank you after each one but had a hard time after ten or so. She had moved on to the next Sister. I remembered the feeling.

Judy had just finished soaping Heather and had moved back to start the whipping. There was a lot of THWACKING and SMACKING for the next 30 minutes or so with two very, very sorry girls receiving it all. The Sisters looked pleased. I noticed Teri and Susan seemed to take it very easy on the girls but didn't comment on it. I caught Teri swishing the swatter through the air experimentally with the oddest look on her face.

"Would you like to learn what it feels like Teri?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

She actually jumped a foot and dropped the swatter as if it were a snake. She violently shook her head and moved the furthest part of the room from me. The rest of the night I could see her looking at me when she thought I was looking elsewhere. Well, well, well, Teri was thinking about it.

After the last Sister was done with Heather, I bade them both go clean up in the kitchen and then serve us cake and ice cream but they could not have any. Off they went and I swear as the door closed to the kitchen they were grinning at each other in the most wicked manner. They had lost a battle but had won the war. I was still in a fog about it all.

I just sat back and enjoyed my ice cream and cake while exchanging interesting conversation with Judy and some of the other Sisters on my swatter experiences. I retold my story to them about Karen and the Halloween Party. They ooo'ed and ahh'ed in all the right places. It was a very, very strange night.

When conversation lagged, I would find Jenny or Heather and "rake" my gaze over their forms. It suddenly became apparent to me that they were taking every opportunity possible to bend over and serve a Sister so they would be flashing me their wares. Jenny had lost the thong in the kitchen it seemed. I blew each a kiss and resigned myself to a most interesting fate.

Now, perhaps, you see why it took me so long to come to terms with this continuation. What happened after the Circle left is another TAIL or TAILS to tell later. Goodnight.