Harem

... Brittanie passed out of their lives rather easily. She had avoided becoming a part of their lives and so had been more like an awkward piece of furniture you stumble around. They noticed the absence of the piece but it didn't effect them deeply.

... Ami came into the kitchen one morning and found Beth sitting up on the counter with her heels under her and her knees before her. She looked like a little girl and Ami had to stop for a moment. The little girl around the house was gone. And Brittanie had never looked so emotionally little. Was Beth the new little girl of the house? Ami decided to brush it off with a joke. "Beth, what are you doing? You look like Liv Tyler in the posters for that movie?"

... "Oh, I don't know. I just woke up early and didn't have anything to do."

... "Well hop down and help me make Jason's coffee. Maybe we'll make extra and you can take some to Frank or David, which ever is on duty."

... "Uhg, no thanks. Think I'd rather watch cartoons."

... "Cartoons?"

... "It was a joke. What else is on this time of morning? I don't even know what day it is."

... Ami thought for a moment and she wasn't positive either but she believed it was Thursday. Days of the week didn't really matter much in their world. Was that bad? Probably not "bad," but symptomatic (or even emblematic) of their life.

... Ami and Persephone passed onto yellow and orange belts (if they'd worn belts. Jason actually surprised them one day with orange waisted thongs.).They were moving slower then they would with a live instructor but they were in no hurry.

... Some of the girls were shop-aholics. They used the Internet mainly to shop at Vicky's, Fred's, Shirlie's, etc. They even found a site that custom made outfits based on the descriptions in the novel, The Story of O. Ami didn't think it was a good idea to encourage Jason in that area (though she was never invited to the "dungeon"). Jason had his account info loaded into the computers so it just took a click to order and pay. Jason didn't seem to mind (Ami thought he even enjoyed it. He opened every box that came and so things the girls ordered were surprises. He usually had the girls try them on right away and then the item would either disappear into his secret closets or be sent back. Ami had accessed the closets a few times herself. He had sections for each girl with items in her size and complimentary colors. He could have had a career in fashion.) as long as the items were sexy. Ordering modest items could result in punishments. (So far Ami had only witnessed girls being assigned bathroom duty or carpet duty as a punishment for ordering something too conservative or, worse, boring.)

... Ami felt she was anticipating Jason rather well when she totally missed the most obvious point.

... Jason had been out the night before (he and Gina had been going out a lot recently, just the two of them -with a David or a Frank thrown in of course) but this time Gina wasn't invited. He had come back after everyone was asleep (Ami had been "studying" with Agnes). It was about eighteen months since Ami had arrived (precise estimates were difficult). Aaron was still tan though it had been cloudy over southern Florida for the past few weeks (but then Ami was still tan too wasn't she?). Ami was pretty sure that Aaron was getting more then just a massage from his pretty masseuses. Ami thought she'd seen a woman in a bikini pass through the back of the picture once. The two of them were probably going to the beach often. (Ami missed the beach terribly.) Aaron might still be in a wheel chair but in the water he would be free like a Jelly Fish.

... [Ami had taken a Modern Media course in her Freshman year. Much of the focus had been on how electronic media had changed over time and changed the world. She remembered an animated character from the Seventies. The character had appeared mainly on Sesame Street and such like shows. But they had included an interview with the animator and he'd demonstrated how he made the character move so life like. The character was really just a drawing on a large flexible sheet of some plastic, under a light and video camera. The "Animator" moved the plastic in real time in response to other "live" actors. No computers, no three D morphing technology. Just a piece of plastic and a very creative man. She wondered what the "Animator" was doing now. (Making her brother answer her questions in real time?)]

... Ami had found Jason in his study when she went to deliver his coffee. He'd been his same old self. He'd pulled off her thong and sat her down on his desk so he could put his face in her crotch without leaning over too much. He'd spent time just rubbing his face against her before he worked on her clit. He had two fingers inside her switching from G spot major to G spot minor. Ami always made a point of being noisy in her appreciation. It had been difficult for her at first to vocalize but she'd learned how much he liked it so she'd made an effort to say more then she felt and now she wasn't sure she didn't feel as much as she said. ("Said" was a misnomer, she made raw sounds, not words.)

... She came, repeatedly, and the blotter was soaked by the time he'd come up for air. She expected to see a hardon but no such luck. (That wasn't too unusual. He'd probably woken someone up when he'd come home -he'd woken Ami up on more then one occasion- and now he was "too pooped to pop.") He lifted her off his desk but he grabbed her around the neck and kissed her deeply. (She was sure she felt his tongue all the way down to the inside of her crotch.) Then he'd released her. She'd been wet all over again and ready for another go between her legs but she'd had to satisfy herself with her shower foursome.

... It was Maria's turn to "comb" Jason's rug but for some reason it was Gina Ami saw come from Jason's room (maybe it was Gina he'd taken to bed?). There was something she really liked about meals at the big table. The table was glass and always looked so clean. The girls were in their clean day clothes and their bodies were clean and taut. Most had beautiful tans down to their tail bones and beyond. Few had blemishes. They were all healthy and supportive of each other. Ami knew that cliques were common in Harems of old but Jason had managed to avoid that. There was Cheryl and Beth of course but they were more like mother and daughter. Beth had almost become the little girl of the group, Agnes was pretty close too but in a different sense.

... The girls were out in the garden doing their usual garden of earthly delights routine when they heard the scream.

... A woman clutching one of Jason's black satin sheets to her chest was standing on Jason's balcony, screaming. (Ami's first thought was, I should have thought of taking the sheets from the bed.) Later she realized how strange it was that she didn't think it was strange for there to be a naked woman screaming on Jason's balcony.

... Jason seemed a little perturbed to Ami. He got up from the table and shouted towards the woman. "It's all right Marci. Relax, everything is fine."

... She didn't relax and "Marci" kept screaming. Jason climbed the stairs and lead her back into his room where he closed the doors.

... They didn't see Jason again until lunch when he brought a bikini'd (red conservative) Marci with him. Her eyes were on the glazed side, probably sedated. She sat on Jason's left, opposite Ami. Marci didn't eat much and Jason had to almost shove what little she did eat inside her.

... Ami had checked Marci out in the book after she and Jason had disappeared from the garden earlier. She could see problems with the family. Marci's father never looked entirely put together. Her mother was just the opposite, immaculate, ram rod straight with legs that could crush a man.

... Marci stopped showing up in the family photos some where in her mid teens. It appeared she'd had cosmetic surgery done (something Ami was no longer in a position to criticize) and she went through a dozen hair styles. What Ami couldn't see was a loved one Jason could threaten. He could of course threaten her parents but there were two of them and they seemed independent enough to make a fuss rather then take what was dished out.

... Ami also didn't see any direction to this woman's life. She lived alone in an apartment with her dog, one of those lap dog things. Ami wasn't sure how she made enough money to afford the apartment and the dog either.

... After lunch Ami had doubts about Jason's decision to take this one. He obviously had to take persons with dependencies and a weak sense of self but, as had just been proven, you couldn't go too far in the weak mind area. After lunch Jason lead Marci out to the garden. He placed her on a lounge and went beck to his work. The girls went back to theirs. The unspoken rule (at least during Ami's time in residence) was that when Jason was in the garden, the girls were in the garden. Ami and Persephone figured they would get their exercise one way or another, they set up the volleyball net on the lawn.

... The girls put on another layer of sunscreen, Cheryl and Beth of course did each other. They had the room and with Marci they had the numbers for two full teams. Jason encouraged her to join in and perhaps it appeared half way normal-if you over looked the flapping boobs. They started Marci in the back right corner- a dead spot. She was still pretty out of it and slow. Things went well until the ball hit her and she started crying again. Finally Jason had to lead her away.