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Showtime
To Catch a Falling Star
Part 10 (section 4)
By Anonymous




"Well what now?" Steve asked. The Captain was on the horns of a dilemma,
intercept the Kilo sub now, which was closing in on the fleet or wait for the
Alfa that had yet to show itself. If they choose to intercept the current
attacker firing of their torpedoes would reveal their presence to anyone in the
area. If the didn't they could be held responsible for the loss of destroyer
maybe even aircraft carrier. The Captain gave orders to increase speed and close
on enemy boat. Steve a sinking feeling that the Alfa was out there.

The Chinese JH-7 Shengyang fighter bombers were coming in low and fast at an
altitude of one-hundred feet they were still quite high for a sea level attack,
not near low enough to evade radar. During the Falklands Conflict of 1982
Argentinean pilots of Naval Attack Squadron 209 flew in at an altitude of just
fifty feet when bombing British ships. The first line of defense was the Navy's
F-14 Tomcat's armed with four AIM-54C Phoenix air to air missiles with a range
of a hundred and fifty miles, and four AIM-120 AARAAM missiles with a range of
twenty-four miles. Like the Aegis cruiser the F-14's had multiple targeting
capability. The lead pilot saw the first of three waves of bombers on his radar
screen, it looked like flock of seagulls. At over thirty plus only the computer
could tell how many there were, five miles behind that wave followed two more
numbering forty bombers per wave. The fighter escort numbering twenty-six flew
above the bombers at an altitude of ten thousand feet. The were only armed with
two AA missiles each due to the long distance of their mission thought they
still out numbered the Americans by six to one.

The crew of the Chinese cargo/spy vessel Hue Pong stood on the deck and waved to
their comrades as the planes flew over head towards the U.S. 7th Fleet. The
Captain ordered the ship to turn about putting a safe distance between him and
the Americans.

The Captain had managed to launch additional fighters bringing the defenders up
to a total of twelve. The already patrolling four F-14's, four additional F-14's
and four F-18 Hornets armed with four AIM 120's and two AIM-7 Sparrows mounted
on the wingtips, these had a range of nineteen miles. These where all the planes
they could launch before the bombers where inside the fleets missile defense
zone. The departing American fighters had to reach combat altitude, and fly out
of the fifty-mile circle around the Kitty Hawk before the targeting radars could
be activated. It would be four minutes before they could close with the
attackers, each minute bringing them closer to the carrier. The four patrolling
F-14's would have to start with out them. The flight leader called his wing to
lock on bombers first using their vastly longer range Phoenix's. The Chinese
were still two hundred miles from the fleet, when the F-14's launched their
AIM-120 Phoenix missiles.

When it came to technology the Reds where at a severe disadvantage, their best
air to air AAM-10 missiles only had a range of forty miles. Their C-802
Anti-ship missiles had a range of seventy miles. But firing the missiles from so
far away meant they would be unable to pick the carrier out from the surrounding
ships. At a distance of seventy miles the ships would show up on their radar
screens as similar size blips, or one big mass of blips. To be effective against
the Americans counter measures, and be able to pick out the carrier they'd have
to launch much closer at around fifty miles. This meant they had to fly into the
Aegis zone of defense.

Even the much-acclaimed French built Exocet ASM was not one hundred percent
effective. During the Falklands conflict the Argentineans launched five of them
at British ships, only two made hits and one of those was a defenseless
container ship, after the missile had been decoyed away from it's original
target a warship by a cloud of chaff. Anti-ship missiles have no defense except
to fly low and very fast (Mach 2-4), unlike planes, which can evade, jam, and
shoot off flares and chaff. The general rule of missile warfare was simple, the
further away a missile was fired at a target, the more likely it would miss, be
destroyed or hit the wrong ship.

Because of the extreme distance of the attack the Chinese had a further
disadvantage their planes had to carry more fuel. This meant drop tanks would
occupy under wing pylons normal used to carry weapons.
The fighters would be limited to only two AA missiles and the usual 500 rounds
for their 20mm guns. Even with the additional fuel they would have just ten
minutes in the in the combat area. This meant they couldn't afford to mix it up
in any dogfights with the Americans, it would be strictly a hit and run affair.


Admiral Keating watched the radar tracks of the aircraft from the bridge of the
carrier, unlike the other officers he disliked the Command and Control center
buried in the bowels of the ship. He felt better being able look out a window. A
flight control officer called up to the bridge. "Sir Red leader is now within
missile range, and locked on, he is requesting permission to engage the enemy."
Captain Picard looked over at the Admiral, "The first four fighters are ready to
engage Admiral." He nodded. "Permission granted." Red leader acknowledged the
response and nodded to his wingman. "This is Red Leader to Red Flight, prepare
to fire on my mark." He flipped up the cover over his firing stud and pressed
down on the little red button. "Fox one." Captain Picard stood beside the
Admiral listening to Red Flight launching its first missiles. "We are now past
the point of no return." The Captain nodded. "May God help us."

The sonar station called out, "Con, Sonar I hear aircraft now, must be a whole
wing of them." Steve glanced at the XO, "At what range will the Kilo fire its
torpedoes." The officer made an educated guess, "I'd say ten miles, any more
than that would give the ships more time to effect counter measures." He looked
at the charts, "They'll reach that mark in fifteen minutes, by that time the
fighters will launch their missiles. By that time the torpedoes will have struck
their targets." Captain Hiller ordered the helm full speed ahead to intercept
the Chinese boat. The sub surged forward at a silent twenty knots. Steve looked
around him, "Captain, once we fire we'll be detected, just wait five minutes."
The Captain turned around, "You don't think I know that? The Seventh Fleet is
under attack, and with the helos grounded they may not get an accurate fix on
that sub. If they sink a destroyer that will open up a big hole in the
anti-aircraft defenses, and with a hundred anti–ship missiles coming this way
some are bound to get through to the Kitty Hawk." Hiller sighed, "I'd like to
wait, but we're out of time."

As if in agreement the first JH-7 fighter bomber exploded in the big blue sky
over the Pacific Ocean, one hundred and seventy miles from the task force. The
pilot didn't even have time to eject as the Phoenix AIM-54C ripped through his
port engine when he tried to turn away at the last moment. Within seconds eight
other Shengyang bombers were blown apart and sent smoking into the tranquil blue
water. Three of the AIM-54C's were decoyed away by clouds of chaff dispensed by
the planes, but once flying though the descending tangles of aluminum strips
they acquired targets in the following ranks. The first wave of attack planes
was decimated, another two aircraft collided in mid-air while trying to avoid
the incoming missiles. There were now large gaps in the front wave as its
remaining twenty-six jets of thundered on towards the fleet, leading the way for
the following two wings.

The Chinese escort fighters close range with the four leading F-14's, two
Tomcats peeled off and made for the bombers while the other pair soared on to
intercept the escorts. As the battle joined above them the crew of the USS
Connecticut were preparing for their baptism of fire. "Sir we have a firing
solution on the Kilo, range four-thousand yards." The Tactical Officer
announced. "Flood tubes one to four." The Captain ordered, the command was
echoed along the boat. "Open outer doors on tubes one and two."

Steve sat in a corner defeated feeling helpless. "Fire one." Hiller bellowed.
The boat shook as compressed air forced the Mark 42 torpedo out of tube one.
"Fire two." The second fish was expelled along with the first. "Reload tubes one
and two." They zoomed off at fifty-five knots like sharks smelling blood in the
water. "Time to target?" Asked the Captain. "Two minutes, thirty seconds sir."
The XO answered.

The first two Tomcats came screaming down on the attack planes with meaning,
four more JH-7's were splashed from the first wave as the accurate AIM-7
Sparrows exploded into them at mach 2. But before the F-14's could get in among
the bombers with their guns. A pair of Su-27's came down after them, the Navy
fighters quickly banked and turned, one of them catching a AAM-10 three meters
off the port wing. The wing snapped in two under the force of the blast sending
the plane into a spin. The crew ejecting into the cold water of the ocean. The
other F-14 evaded its missile attack and turned to engage them. The pair of
Su-27's took off for home weary of their fuel. Over head the two other F-14's
made a slashing attack into cloud of escort fighters, each one scoring a kill on
the first pass before having to take evasive action.

The remaining twenty members of the first wave breached the Aegis missile
defense zone. As the first Standard Mk-2 Surface to Air Missile's were fired
from the fore and aft launch tubes of the frigate USS Thach FFG-43, the Chinese
pilots instinctively tried to fly a bit lower. More missiles were launched
within seconds. Watching the white fluffy contrails coming at them as the SAMs
approached they opened up the after burners trying to get within launch range of
their own C-802's. The Standards were faster by far and slammed into the twenty
JH-7's before they could release their own weapons. The blossoming fireballs
were an awesome demonstration of Western technology for the following second and
third waves.

"Sir torpedoes in the water. Two of them bearing zero degrees due north, heading
for the fleet. Another bearing one nine zero degrees heading straight for us,
range eight thousand yards." Steve got up and rushed over to the plot screen. He
could see the two torpedo tracks heading away from the Kilo sub towards the
closest blip of the fleet, also the two Sea Wolf's Mark-42's closing in on their
prey. But behind the position of the Sea Wolf he saw a new track coming up from
behind and heading right for them.

It was said that war consisted of long periods of tedious boredom, with
occasional brief moments of absolute shear terror. The Captain look at Steve,
"Well looks like our friend decided to come after all. DIVE, DIVE, DIVE!" The
boat lurched into a deep forty-degree dive, Steve hung on to keep from slipping.

"Con, this is Sonar loud explosion bearing zero degrees." The Chinese Kilo class
subs hull cracked as one torpedo exploded amidships, the other just behind the
propeller as it struggled to escape. The popping noise of it breaking up could
be heard by all on board as it sank two thousand meters to the bottom of the
ocean.

Another explosion was heard as a torpedo stuck the bow of the USS Thach. The
Captain had been warned and turned his ship head on. The front seventy feet of
the frigate was a gaping hole like a large mouth bass, the forward 5-inch gun
tilted skyward in its turret, the sonar was ripped off the bow of the ship. The
other torpedo struck aft near the propellers leaving the ship without power. The
ship was stopped as the damaged control parties went to work to control the
flooding. Luckily none of the remaining missiles in the forward magazine were
set off in the explosion.

The pilots of the second wave saw a massive explosion in the distance. This gave
them hope that maybe success was within their grasp after all. They hunkered
down and sped onwards under the umbrella of death.

Skimming the water at wave height the second wave of Chinese JH-7 attack planes
where committing to their bombing runs. While the F-14's battled the Su-27's for
air superiority, the three original Tomcat's were running like pussies being
dogged by six soviet built Su-27's. One F-14 took a stream of 20mm slugs though
the cockpit shattering the perspex bubble slaughtering the crew like cows before
continuing down the fuselage and igniting the fuel tanks. The remaining pair
headed up and pulled into high-speed yo-yo maneuver. Allowing them to slip
behind their pursuers and scatter them like flies. The reinforcements now
arrived to even the odds, two F-14's went in to tackle the escorts, while the
other two covered the four F-18's that dove down on the attack planes.

A flight of ten Su-27's peeled away from the bombers and sped towards the F-18
Hornets. From up above two F-14's pounced like cats clawing two Chinese fighters
down from the sky. The swarm of Hornets belched out chaff as the attackers
launched a flurry of AA-10's. One F-18 shook in mid flight as missile detonated
twenty meters below it. Luckily the pilot regained control and closed on the
bombers sending one of them smoking into the sea, streaming a white vapor trail
of fuel. A second F-18 was caught coming out of an attack pass and blown to bits
by a direct hit on its engines. It's attackers elation was short lived as a
Hornet stung the Su-27 from below with a blaze of 20mm cannon rounds across the
underside.

More Pheonix missiles reached in and downed seven more JH-7 bombers. These were
the first casualties of the second wave, the other thirty-three dodged around
the great balls of fire. One pilot flew straight through a blast wave filling
his air intakes with smoke. Loosing power his heavily loaded bomber struck the
waves at 600-mph disintegrating around him. Onward they rode, as the F-18's came
down on them one-hundred and thirty miles from the USS Kitty Hawk. Sparrows flew
in among the flock picking out aircraft like hawks as four more JH-7's felt the
Hornets sting and plunged flaming into the sea. The Americans noted with regret
that none of their opponents were able to eject. Just as the second wave crossed
into the fleets missile defense zone four more JH-7's were ripped apart as
missiles detonated just behind them. They rolled into the water as the flames
consumed their chariots. The last twenty–six attack planes of the second wing
flew from the frying pan into the fire as the F-18's broke off to avoid their
own SAM's. Turning around they set off to engage the last wave of JH-7
fighter-bombers. The Su-27 escorts were breaking off and heading for home low on
fuel, of the original twenty-six fighter planes eight where shot down, and one
crashed into the runway attempting to land. While the American lost two F-14's
and three F-18's, the difference being they later recovered their pilots the
Chinese didn't.


The USS Thach was listing by the bow, it's main weapons inoperative due to
electrical failures. The USS Cushing came up from behind to cover the gap left
by the crippled ship. Getting within range of the JH-7's the cruiser Mobile Bay
and the other escorts USS John S. McCain DDG-56, O'Brien DD-975, Cushing DD-985
let loose with their SAM's. Only the Vandergrift FFG-48 sailing on the far side
of the carrier stayed quite. The JH-7's closed the distance at full speed,
smoking tendrils formed as SAM's came out to meet them like the arms of an
octopus. One after another they met the same fate as those before them, three
pilots tried to abort the mission, dumping their heavy C-802's into the ocean
and turning around. But the SAM's were much faster. However Chinese persistence
paid off, and four planes got within maximum launch range for their anti-ship
C-802's. They were able to fire their deadly cargo just seconds before being
shot down. Now four anti-ship missiles flew in the other direction towards the
fleet at mach 2, carrying over six hundred pounds of high explosives each. Two
of the missiles were intercepted by Sea Sparrows Navy's version of the AIM-7's
exploding like mini solar flares just feet above the water. But as the C-802's
closed in at over 2,000 mph, the stationary Thach had created a blind spot
between the rest of the fleet and the incoming missiles, it was on its own.

At a range of three miles the forward Phalanx on the Thach acquired the two
hostile objects and began fire it's 20mm rounds. This system was self-contained,
it had it's own tracking radar and fire control computer. The Phalanx operated
by tracking the incoming missiles on one radar, the trajectory of it's own
bullets on another and then bringing the two together. One missile exploded two
miles from the stricken ship, in a blinding flash of heat. The other slipped by
it's 360lb warhead detonated deep inside the helpless vessel as it struck the
bow just under the five-inch gun ripping it from it's turret ring. The gun and
its mount flew fifty feet into the air and splashed into the water on the
starboard side. The large explosion tore open the side of the ship it listed
more steadily towards the bow.

Down below the USS Connecticut was in peril. "Range two thousand yards and
closing." Steve watched the torpedo track coming towards them like a bullet in
slow motion. He saw the depth gauge over the helm, 600ft. The sonar operator
kept counting off the range, "1000 yards, 900 yards, 800 yard, 700 yards, 600
yards." Which each count his voice seemed to get higher and higher. "500 yards."
The Captain stood up, "Helm prepare to turn left full rudder on my mark, counter
measures standby." When the count reached 300 yards the Captain gave the order,
"Left full rudder, deploy counter measures." As the boat turned to port, two
cylindrical objects dropped out of the bottom, the chemicals inside began
expelling bubbles like champagne bottles. To a torpedo these streams of bubbles
sound like a ships propeller turning at high speed, compared with the submarines
own quieter motion. Like a dog presented with two bones, it took the one, which
smelled the most attractive. The boat turned and rose slowly as the cylinders
sank beneath it, the crew could hear the deafening pinging of the torpedoes
sonar on active and the high pitch of it's faster propeller through their hull.
Suddenly an explosion rocked the USS Connecticut its lights were extinguished.

The emergency lights snapped on, Steve heard a damage report coming in from the
aft section of the boat closest to where the torpedo detonated. They were taking
on water, he rushed back hearing for damage control parties to report the lower
bilge bay. Running back he could sense the propeller had stopped turning, the
sub wasn't diving anymore, it was sinking. He tried to recall what the Seawolf's
hull crush depth was, but he couldn't recall the number out of the thousands of
statistics he'd absorbed.

"Sonar this is Con do we have a fix on the Alfa?" The XO hollered. "Affirmative
Sir five-thousand yards and increasing." The Captain looked at the torpedo
control panel tubes three and four had green lights. "Okay get me a solution and
flood tubes three and four." The process took only a matter of seconds, once
completed, he gave the order to open the outer doors and fire. The North Korean
sub had sped past them at forty-six knots, and was three miles in front of them
heading into the fleet. In two minutes it would be close enough to shoot at the
Kitty Hawk. The XO announced the time it would take for their torpedoes to reach
the target, two-minutes and five seconds.

Down in the bilge bay Steve came upon a crewman struggling to secure a leaking
over head valve with a large socket wrench. He rushed down the ladder to lend a
hand, stepping into knee deep frigid cold water. The two men struggled as cold
saltwater poured over them the valve refused to budge. More two men rushed in to
help. The wheel moved bit by bit the water was slowed to a trickle then it
stopped altogether, the tall back man originally there thanked Steve for his
help. They and the others waded back to the ladder in what was now almost waist
deep water. He hoped it wasn't enough to sink the boat.


The third and last attack wave went in thirty-two planes strong, the others
having been shot down. They were now a hundred miles from the fleet. Aegis began
to pick them off in ones and twos like houseflies, only twelve JH-7's got within
launch range. Firing their weapons they quick turned about dispensing chaff as
they went. Due to the fleets now depleted supply of missiles all of them made it
back out. The American fighters low on fuel, out of missiles themselves were in
no position to intercept and had to let them go. Now twelve C-802 anti-ship
missiles rushed towards the USS Kitty Hawk at twice the speed of sound. The USS
Thach lingered smoking far behind the Seventh Fleet dead in the water.

As the North Koran Captain moved into position fire on the carrier he was
astonished to hear the report of a torpedo closing in on him. He thought he had
sunk the American sub, he gave the order to shoot. The Alfa class boat shuddered
as two torpedoes left the their tubes. Five seconds later the Mk-42's went off
just behind the boat. The double explosion ruptured hull just in front of the
propeller. The engine room imploded first, dooming the entire boat to the bottom
of the ocean. The following explosion flared out, like a supernova catching the
last torpedo, which they had fired. It broke in half like a twig the two pieces
tumbling down to the ocean floor. The other torpedo zoomed on towards the fleet
only seven miles away.

Just as Steve turned to mount the ladder the valve they had just closed on came
loose shooting off like a cork the water propelled it into one of the other men.
He and Steve were the last ones down there. A head poked down from the hatch
above, an officer saw Steve struggling with the unconscious victim. He also was
there was now no way to plug the leak except by sealing off the compartment.
"For God's sake man get out of there!!" Steve hoisted the injured man up, which
was hard to do in the freezing water. Hands reached down to help, Steve had to
climb one more rung to get within their grasp. The cold was sapping his strength
quickly, his foot slipped on the submerged rung of the ladder, luckily someone
up above was able to grab the other man and several hands pulled the sailor up
through the hatch. Steve lost his grip and fell back into the black cold murky
water.

An automated war was playing out its last scene up on the surface. Six of the
C-802 anti-ship missiles were destroyed in flight by Mark-42's from the USS
Cushing and J.S. McCain. The Kitty Hawk counted for two more before they closed
within the minimum distance for the missile defense system. Sailors watched from
the deck as the white contrails collided at supersonic speed going off like fire
works. Admiral Keating said a short prayer as four C-802's past into the point
defense zone, now it was up to the Phalanx guns. The two high-speed six barreled
rotary guns blazing into action the weapons had a maximum range of three miles
and a minimum range of half a mile.

No one knew how fast the guns could operate against four targets travelling at
nearly mach 3. The crew on the bridge watched anxiously, One contrail exploded
in a flash of blinding light, a few seconds later another closer, they could see
the tracers flashing out to meet them. A third missile exploded a mile away,
suddenly the guns stopped. The last C-802 had broken through the half-mile mark.
"Sound the alarm!!" The XO yelled. A loud klaxon sounded throughout the ship, as
the crew braced for impact. Four seconds later the last C-802 stuck the great
ship seven meters above the water line just below the aft elevator it's 360lb
warhead exploded deep into the side. Midshipman Tracy Smith was killed instantly
along with a dozen other ratings. Thick black smoke poured out from the
twenty-foot hole in the side of the carrier, the klaxon blaring away, making the
giant ship sound like a wounded bull.

The last torpedo was still three miles away, the Cushing was now between it and
the carrier. The sonar operator tracked its course. When it got close enough the
XO ordered the decoys to be fired out the bottom of the ship. The destroyer
began shitting out decoys hoping the torpedo would take one. "Brace for impact."
He yelled seeing the torpedo coming straight for the ship. At the last minute it
began to veer away to the stern exploding a bare hundred yards behind in the
ships wake.

Back down below Steve struggled to grab a hold of the ladder his arms were
frozen solid. Another officer came into the chamber above the bilge bay, "Close
that hatch before we loose the boat!" A deck hand turned to look at the man.
"Sir we still have a man down there." The officer snarled at the sailor. "I said
close that hatch before we all go down." Two of the other men began to lift the
heavy round hatch, the water was now gushing up over the lip of the collar.

The girls sat in silence flipping from channel to channel, it was all the same
it was the morning after the attack. Communist China had attacked the US Seventh
Fleet in what was described as the largest aerial naval strike since WW11. The
Chinese had admitted loosing fifty planes, while claiming to shoot down fifteen
American fighters, sinking a destroyer and heavily damaging the Kitty Hawk. The
Americans estimated Chinese losses to be over a hundred aircraft, and two
submarines. They had even rescued some of the Chinese aircrews out of the water.
The Americans reported sixteen-dead on the destroyer USS Thach and twenty-one
injured. The Kitty Hawk was said to have forty-three dead and sixty-eight
wounded, however it was still in fighting trim. The next day the fleet had been
reinforced with another guided missile cruiser, and three more destroyers
already en route from its main base at Yokosuka Japan. Seven more F-18's had
also been flown on board, from the nearby USS Eisenhower which was one day away.


The TV pictures showed the fleet sailing along slowly, the large hole in the
carrier's side blacked from the fire. In the distance the wrecked hulk of the
USS Thach listing heavily to port like a tired boxer, a repair ship and
additional destroyer where standing by. Despite the US Navy's best efforts the
ship had to be abandoned and sank two days later in heavy seas. "As Admiral
Keatings say's we can still float and we can still fight! This is Ed Alan
reporting to you from the deck of the USS Kitty Hawk." The carrier faired much
better most of its damage was confined to nonessential areas, such as the movie
theater, and mess deck.

"Turn it off." Heather said quietly. Alyssa was already into the box of kleenex.
"He's probably okay." Winona said reassuringly. Bridget sat still staring at the
blank screen. She turned looking at the others, Jennifer was crying unashamed,
Jennie, Heather, and Sarah held their feelings in check. Alyssa stared back at
her. "What is it Alyssa?" Bridget inquired, still looking at her. "Nothing."
Alyssa responded without strength. "Come on out with it, we don't keep things
from each other." Jennie got up and sat beside her friend, "Leave her alone
Bridget she's upset." Bridget switched to the blonde, "Stay out of this. She's
still mad at me for what I said to Steve." Alyssa wiped her eyes, "You didn't
have to say it right then and there." Alyssa and Bridget sat on sofas facing
each other across the coffee table. "I begged him not to leave, don't blame me
if anything has happened to him!!" The blonde diva yelled. Alyssa stood her
ground, "I won't, but if Steve died thinking you didn't have enough love to
trust him, I will never forgive you."

Bridget sat up straight, "I was desperate, and I don't want to have to wonder
each day if my husband is coming home at night. He deserved an honest answer."
The shorter brunette glared at her competitor, "You wanted him to have an Honest
ANSWER?" Bridget leaned forward a bit in her seat. "I wanted him to know the
TRUTH!" Alyssa stood up not to be intimidated. "YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!!"
She screamed. "He loved ME, a hell of a lot more than he'll ever love YOU!"

Bridget got off the couch opposite Alyssa. "YOU WISH!! He only loved you,
because you seduced him you little TRAMP! Steve and I have a real relationship
based on love!" Alyssa pulled herself up to her full 5'2 inches, "Ha! That's a
laugh, he only asked you to marry him because WE SET HIM UP!" Alyssa spat back.

They all remembered that night very well. Unbeknownst to Steve his fate was
sealed long before he proposed to Bridget. The girls had gotten together and
discussed it shortly after he returned to LA in December. The only way to make
sure he didn't stray again was for one of them to marry him. This didn't include
Heather or Jennie of course, Jennifer and Sarah although eager to try, where
deemed to be to young. Steve had already done so much in his life and traveled
extensively. The girls were just beginning to expand their horizons. "Hey we'd
have at least ten years before he'd leave us for a younger women." Jennifer said
hopefully. Sarah smiled, "He'd never walk out on me." Winona shot her a glance,
"How can you be so sure he'd never leave you?" Sarah smiled darlingly, "Oh I
didn't say he'd wouldn't leave me, I said he'd never walk out." As Bridget put
it, "I don't want to get a call from one of you one night, crying that Steve had
a massive heart attack during sex. Besides this town is already full of dirty
old men married to younger women."

That left Alyssa, Winona and herself. Bridget motioned for Alyssa, she was sadly
dropped because of their personality differences. Alyssa did enjoy quite
evenings but she was also spontaneous, uninhibited and wild at times. Not
worrying about what others thought of her, or the consequences of her actions.
Bridget was also like that in her younger days, Alyssa just needed time to get
it out of her system. Alyssa whined in protest, "I can change I know I can."
Heather patted her on the back. "And you'll be completely miserable. Then Steve
will adjust his lifestyle to suite your needs and he'll be miserable. Then
you'll end up getting divorced. Been there, done that." It was also decided that
Winona was too busy with her career, and both their schedules would leave them
little time to develop a lasting bonded marriage.

Bridget was decided as the perfect candidate, Steve was already emotionally
closer to her than any of the girls, except Alyssa. She and Steve were the same
age, also her career wasn't nearly as hectic as Winona's. "But what if he
doesn't want me?" Bridget worried. "He really cares for Alyssa." Jennie looked
at her. "It's different with her. He cares for us all, but you know he could
never choose one of us, over the others. We have to make that decision for him,
if we don't want to lose him. So the trap was set, and the mouse didn't suspect
a thing.

"I could take him away from you in a second BITCH!" Alyssa ranted on. Heather
got to her feet, as did the rest of them. "Now just hold on, let's all take it
easy." Winona frowned at her, "You're not everyone's mother Heather, so stop
acting like it." Sarah turned on her. "Winona she just trying to help, so back
off." She turned to the fake blonde. "Don't threaten me, I'm not afraid of you!"
Sarah-Michelle glared at her.
"Don't talk to me like that Miss I'm a bigger star than you." Jennie intervened,
"Sarah there's no need for that." Sarah shook her head, "Who's side are you on
anyway?" Before Jennie could retort a resounding SMACK echoed around the room.

Bridget glared hard at Alyssa and gave her a solid backhand across the face.
Monica Seles would have been impressed. "YOU FUCKING WHORE!!!" Everyone was
shocked including Bridget. Alyssa was stunned as her head snapped to one side,
her cheek stung with the surprising blow. But she recovered quickly and lunged
across the low coffee table separating them. Her hands reached for Bridget's
throat coming up short as Jennie and Heather quickly grabbed the irate little
star holding her back. "Let me at that RICH BITCH! I'll rip her god damn hair
out!!" She screamed and struggled against her friends, Winona pulled Bridget
away as Sarah bravely got in between the two combatants. Bridget leaned forward
in her friend's grasp. "Come on just try it you little twerp! I'll mop the floor
with that fat ass of yours!" The others started shouting and arguing with each
other.

Jennifer-Love was sitting by herself, she stood up, "Stop, stop, STOP IT, STOP
IT, STOP IT!!!!" She screamed over the din. They all fell silent, and stared at
the usually quite girl. "My God what are you all doing?" She cried in despair.
"I thought we were a family?" Jennifer looked more mad than upset, she took deep
breathes between her sentences. "A man we all love very much may be hurt! He
might even be dead, and all you guys can do is take ego trips? What about all
the sacrifices we've made for each other? We can't fall apart now, otherwise
everything we've worked for will be for nothing. I love you guys, please don't
fight like this." She looked around at her friends Alyssa had stopped struggling
by now, but the anger had still not subsided. "To hell with you Bridget, I'm out
of here!" She said picking up her purse and storming out the front door, Jennie
followed her. Sarah went over and put her arms around Jennifer easing her
discomfort. Heather left next, "I hope you're happy!" Bridget sat back down now
even more distraught, Winona hugged her frightened friend.

The fight had left the girls angry and divided. They stopped calling one
another, suffering alone or in pairs. But they kept watching the news daily
trying to hear if he was among the dead or wounded. Alyssa and Heather made
calls to Steve's other friends, no one really knew anything, Steve was reported
as injured, missing and dead. Bridget took it the hardest, she became physically
ill, vomiting, slipping into depression. Four days went by when nothing was
heard, Bridget started to loose hope.

Alyssa walked into Steve's house cautiously, she had seen Bridget's car outside.
"Hey is anyone here?"
Receiving no answer Alyssa walked around the ground floor and then went
upstairs. She knocked on the door of the Master bedroom, then opened it. "Oh.."
Bridget's motionless form lay on the floor beside the bed she lay splayed out on
her back, her black nightshirt in disarray about her exposed legs. Running over
Alyssa looked the unconscious blond over and checked her vital signs. They were
weak but stable, "Bridget! Bridget?" The film star opened her eyes groggily, she
tried to speak but had trouble forming words. Looking around she saw a bottle of
sleeping ***** on the nightstand it was almost empty. Alyssa grabbed the phone
on the nightstand and called KOA, Dan Brook had a private ambulance there in
five minutes.

A couple of hours later Bridget woke up in a private hospital, Winona was there
with the doctor, Alyssa waited downstairs for the others. The doctor had found
out that she had passed out and why, he prescribed lots of rest and a steady
balanced diet. They were both surprised with his findings, he told Bridget she'd
be staying the night for observation and he'd check back on her later. "It's a
good thing you came by the house after I past out." Bridget said tiredly. Winona
bit her lip, "I didn't find you. It was Alyssa she called Dan and told him to
send an ambulance." Bridget took a deep breath, she felt lightheaded. "Is she
still here?" Winona nodded, "She's downstairs waiting for the gang, We haven't
called your parents in Mexico yet." Bridget asked her friend go down and have
Alyssa come up. She closed her eyes as Winona left the room, although it was
midday the curtains were pulled leaving the room in a softer dim light.

She didn't hear the door open but she sensed a presence in the room, Bridget
opened her sleepy eyes. A ghostly figure stood at the foot of her bed Bridget
could not make out the face under the cap. She could just make out the gold
embroidery around the sleeves of the US Navy uniform and the white officer's hat
with its black peak and gold leaves. The face remained cloaked in the shadows.
It remained silent, Bridget was startled when it glided towards her.

Stepping in to the light glowing from the head of the bed he paused. "I'm so
sorry, please forgive me." Bridget started to cry as she recognized him putting
her arms out trying to touch him. Steve moved into her embrace as she lay
propped up in bed. The two just held each other for the longest time, it never
felt so good. She didn't quite look like the movie star she was, Steve could see
she was tired, pale and haggard. But that didn't matter at all. He looked worn
out, and was in need of a good hot bath, but it was great to be in his arms
again.

"Are you okay?" He asked apprehensively. Bridget pulled back a bit still holding
onto him. "I'm fine I just fainted that's all. I was beginning to think you...
you..." She replied wiping her eyes. "Are you sure you're okay?" Bridget smiled
brightly, "Yea the doctor say's I'm going to be just fine, as a matter of fact.
He say's we are both going to be just fine." A worried look came over Steve's
face, "Is someone else in here?" Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Bridget took his
hand and placed it down low on her abdomen. She enjoyed the look of shock on his
face. "Y-you mean..." She nodded proudly. "Yes, now I guess I'll have to marry
you." He leaned in and kissed her gratuitously, she responded with equal vigor.
After awhile they stopped to breathe. "Are you sure?" He asked uneasy.
"Absolutely, I was wrong before, and I'm very sorry." He pulled her head close
to him. "No I'm the one who's sorry. I promised I'd never leave you again, and I
broke it." She touched his face gently, "I don't blame you for that, I
understand why you had to go." He caressed her cheek. "How long?" He asked
trying to look through to her uterus. "Five weeks, I think it was Hawaii. I
guess I forgot my birth control. You're not mad are you?" Bridget surmised. He
smiled glowingly, "I couldn't be happier that you're having my baby. Does anyone
else know?" He asked still stroking her belly. "Just Winona and the doctor."
Steve looked up, "Is she here?" Bridget nodded, "I asked her to go down and send
up Alyssa.

Just then they heard a voice from the hall, "Please get out of my way, I don't
have time to give you an autograph right now." They smiled at each other,
Bridget nodded, "Go and get her." Outside Steve could see a man down the hall
blocking Alyssa way. He walked up behind the man and stopped a few feet short.
"I believe the lady asked you to let her pass." The man turned about to tell who
ever it was to mind his own business. Maybe it was the uniform or the look that
Steve gave him. The guy backed off and slunk down the hall. Alyssa smiled,
"Thank you sir." The man in the Navy dress blues touched the peak of his cap.
She began to walk towards, and then past him. Steve realized she had seen the
suit, but not him, he smiled at her. Alyssa noticed the man was still smiling or
smirking at her. She was almost past him when she stopped cold. Slowly, very
slowly she turned, and saw his face for the first time. "Hey there gorgeous, can
you show me a good time?" He smiled. She jumped up into his arms almost toppling
him. "Oh Jesus I thought you were gone for good." Steve tried to reply but
Lyssa's mouth was in the way. She kept pulling on his lips trying to suck his
whole face into her mouth, Steve was doing his best to help her as Alyssa's feet
left the ground.

"See I told you the poor thing wouldn't last much longer. It looks like she went
down to the docks and picked up a sailor." A second voice answered the first.
"Well at least she had the sense to pick an officer."
Steve looked up gave the speakers a stern look. "Don't you two have better
things to do?" Heather and Jennie closed in on him crushing Alyssa between them.
They just barely kept their tears in check. Steve was wrapped in a warm blanket
of love. "Hey guys I can't breathe in here." The group dispersed before Alyssa
passed out. "When did you get back." Jennie badgered. "About an hour ago, I
tried to call but it was impossible. I finally got through to the office, Dan
told me what happened." Heather looked down the hall, "Have you seen Bridget
yet?" He nodded, "Yes, she's okay."

They went in, Bridget was sitting up she waved as they entered. Alyssa and the
girls crowded around her nervously. They hadn't spoken since the day of the big
fight, Alyssa gave her a hug. "I'm sorry. She whispered. Bridget asked Steve to
go down the hall and get some ice. As the door closed behind him Bridget
apologized for slapping her. "You made me realize how wrong I was." Alyssa in
turn apologized for what she had said. "I'll never try to take Steve away from
you." Alyssa pledged. Bridget smiled graciously, "And I promise I won't keep him
from you either." Bridget explained that the bottle of sleeping ***** was an old
one. That's why it was almost empty, I only took two. Alyssa breathed a sigh of
relief. "Thought you'd done a Marilyn Monroe on us." Heather and Jennie were
relieved the two had made up.

Steve came back with the ice and went into the bathroom to fill the jug. Heather
and Jennie opened the curtains to brighten the room up a bit. The door opened
once more and Winona came in with the last two members in tow, Sarah and
Jennifer were anxious as Winona hadn't told them much. They could see that
Alyssa and Bridget had reconciled, that made them feel a bit better. "Sorry
we're late." Sarah offered. "We were at the Shriner's Hospital doing charity
work." Jennifer filled in. "Yea if one more guy in a funny hat fondles my ass,
I'll knock his block off." Sarah fumed. Neither girl heard Steve come out of the
bathroom behind them. Handing the water jug to Jennie he reached out and grabbed
both their butts. They yelped as if they had been bitten, Sarah kicked back
without turning around. Steve ducked under her foot loosing only his cap. They
then turned to see who had the nerve to take such liberties with their
derrieres.

"Do you have something against guys in funny hats?" He asked retrieving his cap.
He didn't stand a chance as they bowled him over like a pair of golden
retrievers. He felt great as they smothered his face with big wet sloppy kisses,
their young athletic bodies squirming against him. "Hey when did you get back?"
Jennifer asked. Winona helped Steve get up off the floor, and into her own arms.
"Just now." He replied latently. Winona tucked her head into the side of his
neck and left it there for a while. His fingers massaged the dark scalp on the
back of her head. "What's with the uniform? You didn't enlist did you?" Jennifer
asked worriedly. Steve laughed, "No, it's just so I could fit in." Sarah went
over to Bridget. "You gonna be okay?" She asked holding her hands.

Bridget smiled secretively. "Now that you're all here, Steve and I have an
announcement to make." Their eyes widened with suspense. "First of all, the
wedding is definitely on." The girls jumped with excitement. "And I'm five weeks
pregnant." They all turned and looked at Steve who had a big grin on his face.
It was like announcing a half off sale at Cartier's. Winona gave Steve a
congratulatory kiss. "Hey wait, Bridget I am kissing the right guy aren't I?"
Bridget frowned. "YES!" Alyssa kissed her on the cheek. "I'm very happy for both
of you." Bridget returned the kiss. "Thank you, for everything."

The others gave their congratulations to the happy couple. There was just a hint
of sadness in Alyssa's eyes, as she kissed him but no regret. She squeezed him
tightly around the waist. Pain shot through his side. "Easy Lyssa." She could
see he was turning white. "Oh my gosh are you okay Steve?" She felt something
thick wrapped around his ribs. "What's this? What are you wearing under here?"
Tugging on his jacket she didn't stop until his shirt was open. "Bandages!? "
Steve's midsection was swathed in three roles of white linen. He tried to calm
her down, "It's just a scratch, I'm fine really, I'll tell you about it later."
Heather came to look at him as did Jennie and Jennifer. "You'll tell me now
Mister!" Alyssa demanded. "It happened while I was being lowered on to a
submarine from a helicopter." He considered lying to them but he knew he'd tell
them eventually. "Submarine?!!" They almost yelled in chorus. He put his hands
up. "I was on the carrier and then transferred to a sub, The guy with the hook
missed the cable an scratched me, but it was just the skin." That seemed to ease
their concerns a bit. Bridget waved her hand, "I don't think I want to hear
anymore right now."

"Hey where's the ring?" Sarah begged. "Let's get it on before anything else
happens." Steve grimaced as they all looked to him. "Er shit, I lost the ring."
Jennie furled her brow. "What do you mean lost?" He grinned. "When I got
scratched, the hook tore open the pocket of my flight suit, the ring fell into
the ocean." The girls let out a combined moan. "We'll get another on tomorrow,
first thing after I pick you up." Bridget smiled, "Oh goody!" He buttoned up his
shirt again. "Well at least we got you back." Sarah remarked, "Yea you almost
wound up at the bottom of the ocean." Bridget let out a contagious yawn. "Listen
could one of you take my fiancé home and see he gets fed a good meal and put to
him bed?" She got six yeses." Bridget laughed. "I meant put him to bed alone."
The group frowned at her. Jennie smiled, "Okay let's go over to the house."
Before an argument broke out over who took Steve with them, Winona volunteered.

Steve picked up a package from the foot of the bed, "Jennifer, I'm sorry I
missed your birthday." She accepted the flat box wrapped in silver floral paper.
"You remembered after all that? Oh you shouldn't have!" Her breasts felt so good
pressed firmly into his chest as she grappled him. The other's urged her to open
the box excitedly. Jennifer took her time tearing the shiny paper along it's
taped seams then lifting off the cover and unfolding the crisp pink tissue
within, uncovering the red Japanese silk bathrobe. Extracting it from the box
she saw the green butterfly embroidered on the back, "I love it thanks." She
smiled and kissed his cheek lightly. The robe was a short style ending about mid
thigh, in one of the waist pockets she found another gift. "Steve!" She yelped
pulling out a pair of small black lace, thong panties, Heather nudged her,
"Looks like that's a little gift for him self." Jennifer gave a wiry grin.
"Maybe he can wear em then." Steve pulled a face, "They're not my size, and I
think they would look so much better on you."

He gave Bridget a parting kiss, amid the hoots and hollers. "Hey enough you
two." Jennifer warned. "That's how you got here in the first place." Reluctantly
they separated, "See you tomorrow morning." She waved, Steve kept staring at
back her as the others dragged him out, "Get some rest!" She yelled.

Back at the house Steve was sent upstairs to take a bath while the girls
prepared dinner. Alyssa was about to excuse herself from the kitchen, "I'll just
go up and see if Steve needs anything." Heather looked at her suspiciously, "Oh
no you don't, it's your turn to help with dinner." The little starlet made a
face. "No I helped last time." Sarah turned around from the counter where she
was making a salad. "No you didn't that was Jennie and Winona, they can go up
and talk to him." Jennie smiled, "We'll go up and take him a drink." Winona
poured a couple of white wines, and pulled Japanese beer from the fridge.
"Wouldn't he prefer scotch?" Jennifer implied. "We're trying to wean him off the
hard stuff, Jennifer." Alyssa said pouting. Jennie and Winona left the kitchen
with drinks in hand.

The master bathroom door was open. Jennie and Winona knocked on the frame. Steve
was in the tub covered in bubbles, his uniform and bandages lay on the bed. He
opened his eyes, "Come in." Winona handed him the beer, as Jennie sat on the
edge of the tub. "Thought you could use a drink." Steve took the can with a
frown. "I can, did you guys drink all my whiskey?" Jennie gave him a parental
look, "That stuff will rot your liver." Steve took a long pull of Sapporo beer.
"Nag, nag, nag." She smiled, "Get use to it." Steve was lying down in the tub,
they couldn't see his scar. "You okay?" Winona asked. He nodded, "Nothing that a
week of sleep won't cure."

He had just been thinking of his last couple of days. He almost bought the farm
that time, it was a stroke of luck the rising water had pushed him up to the
hatch just as they were about to drop it shut. He had surged up and over the lip
like a landed fish, the officer just had time to pull him out as water was
covering the tops of their shoes.

Seeing Winona and Jennie chuckled. "So how was your week." Winona sat down on
the edge of the tub and filled him in what he missed. Jennie took off her socks
and sat with her feet in the water. "That feels so good... I've been doing
standing scenes all day." Steve eyes lingered on her naked rounded knees inching
his eyes up her soft thighs to glimpse under her pale blue skirt. The wineglass
held firmly in her lap prevented this, but he continued to look upwards anyway
and was rewarded with a quite smile from her gorgeous face. Picking up one of
her feet he massaging it's sole gently under the warm soapy water, it made her
feel so relaxed. Looking over at Winona as she talked, he was hardly hearing a
word she said. He just stared at her. She reached down and put her hand into the
warm soapy water flicking a handful of suds in his face. "Hey watch the beer!"
He muttered. "You were drifting." He looked at them, "Sorry, I still can't
believe Bridget's pregnant, I'm going to be a Father." Jennie tussled his hair,
"Don't worry you'll do fine."

Jennie put a hand on his head, "Was it rough out there?" He nodded
absentmindedly. "We shot down a hundred and fifty Chinese aircraft in one hour,
resulting in damage to a carrier and sinking a destroyer. After that they were
forced to cancel the invasion of Taiwan. Let's just say I'm glad to be back."
Winona leaned forward kissing him on the fore head, "So are we." He held up his
hand for Jennie to hold. She wrapped her warm fingers around the back of his wet
steamy hand.

Down in the kitchen dinner was almost ready, "Hey Love can you go up and tell
them suppers on?"
Heather asked. The curvy teen left the kitchen and went to the foot of the
stairs, "DINNERS READY!"
She yelled at the top of her lungs. Coming back in with a silly grin, Heather
looked at her disapprovingly, "I could have done that." Then she put her hand
over her mouth. "Oh, I just heard my mother." Alyssa and Sarah laughed at her.
"I'll go up." Alyssa volunteered.

Upstairs she poked her head in the bathroom just as Steve was getting out of the
tub. He was trying to get Jennie and Winona to leave so he could get out. They
wouldn't give him a towel until he stood up. "Come on quit fooling around." She
heard him whine. "Oh look who's modest, Jennie. It's a different matter when
we're naked and he's got his clothes on." Alyssa came in, "Dinners on the
table." Steve looked up at her, "Could you get these two out of here please."
The shorter busty brunette smirked, "No way besides I want to see it too." Steve
frowned, "You've seen it before Lyssa sorry it hasn't grown." The others
giggled.

Alyssa put her hands on her hips, "Not that! The wound you moron, and don't
flatter yourself." Reluctantly Steve got up and rinsed off. "Ouch! That must
have hurt." Jennie sympathized, observing the ten-inch long tear along the left
side of his torso. It was still quite red but looked to be healing well. "Oooh
Bridget is not going to like that." Winona exclaimed. Steve shrugged, "It won't
leave much of a mark." Alyssa walked over and gave him a towel. Taking the plush
cloth from her he got out of the tub and dried himself off wrapping the towel
around his waist. Jennie put her shoes on and went into the bedroom to pick out
some clothes for him. Winona went downstairs to help the others. When he was dry
his favorite little pixie wrapped herself around him smelling his fresh
fragrance. "I was so scared." Steve held her close resting her head on top of
hers. "It's okay, it's over." He whispered.

Steve gazed at one of the loves in his life. "Are you sure you're okay with
Bridget and I getting married?" Lyssa smiled up at him, Steve couldn't tell if
she was acting or not, then again he never could. "You both have my blessing."
She replied faithfully. "Just tell me one thing. If Bridget and I were more
compatible and the only two major differences between us were, money and sex.
Which of those reasons would it be that you choose her over me?" He was a bit
caught off guard by her theoretical question. "Let me get this straight, if you
and Bridget where the same, and I choose Bridget based on her having more money,
or being better in bed. Which of those two reasons would it be?" She nodded
eagerly. "How do you come up with these questions Lyssa?" The younger girl
pursed her lips, "Hey I'm settling for second place here. I think I deserve an
answer." He hugged her closer and looked up in contemplation.

Studying her big dark eyes, "Okay just between us, it would have to be the
money." She let out a tiny squeal of delight, "I can live with that." There was
something so wickedly delicious about knowing the man you loved, considered you
to be more satisfying in bed than this future wife." Steve looked at her
nervously, "If you tell anyone about this. I'll be sure to let you're mother
know you have a vibrator. His young confidant grinned slyly, "Who do think
bought it for me." Steve was shocked. He picked her up off the floor they kissed
with devotion and love. Gently he placed her back down, "I don't consider you to
be in second place." Alyssa gave him a small smile. "I know." A few moments
later they separated and went into the bedroom. Jennie was gone the clothes
neatly laid out on the bed. Alyssa lay down on her stomach besides him watching
as he got dressed. Throwing the towel in the hamper he held out his hand and
pulled her up of the bed. "Hungry?" He asked Alyssa grinned seductively, "You
betcha." Steve laughed, "Come on lets eat, we can catch up later."

Downstairs the others where already gathered around the rectangular table, Steve
seated Alyssa first and then took his traditional place near the middle on one
side. The table served ten people but nobody ever sat at the ends, it was a sign
that they were all equal. Bridget's usual place across from Steve was left empty
of course, but a plate was set for her. Alyssa sat next to Steve with Jennie on
the other side, and Sarah next to her. Opposite them sat Winona with Heather and
Jennifer balancing the table out.

Throughout the meal they caught up on old news, and Steve told them everything
about his mission. He wanted to make it clear to them where his loyalties lay,
and how much trust he had in them. He would keep no more secrets from the girls.
"You know at one point the sonar operator couldn't hear a thing because of all
the planes crashing into the sea." He mused. "Were you ever scared?" Jennifer
asked. "A better question Love is when was I not scared." Sarah chewed on a baby
carrot, "Are you ever going to have to go away again." He smiled reassuringly,
"Never, never again." Jennie gave turned and gave him a great big hug.
"Welcome home." He kissed on the cheek. "It's good to be back."

After dinner Jennie and Heather left for home the others were going to stay
overnight. Steve listened to Alyssa, Jennifer, Sarah and Winona, discuss his
wedding plans behind his back and then went up to bed.
The girls followed later, Sarah and Jennifer shared one room, Alyssa and Winona
in another. In the morning Winona served him breakfast in bed, the others having
left early for work. "What time is it?" He mumbled as Winona came in with the
tray. "Seven O'clock." She replied, setting down the tray of food. Winona was
still in her nightshirt and gown. He looked down at the bacon, eggs and toast.
"Wow this is nice." She took off her robe and threw it across the end of the
bed. "Don't get use to it." Winona warned slipping into bed next to him. She
took one of the cups of apple blossom tea and a slice of toast. "Want me to come
with you to pick up Bridget?" He shrugged," It's up to you. I'll see if she
feels good enough to go shopping for another ring this morning." Winona grinned
snatching a piece of bacon from his plate, "I'm sure she'll be up to it." Steve
frowned over a mouthful of eggs.

Steve told her about another ring he saw, it was more expensive but he really
liked it. Winona smiled, "Well I'm sure she'll love it." Steve moaned, "
Speaking of which how are things between you and Matt?" She looked at him
suspiciously, they had been dating for a couple of months and were now a couple.
"It's okay, we're getting to know one another." Steve dug in a bit more, "And
how well do you know him now?" Winona shied away from the question. "Well
enough." He smiled gloating, "Oh I see, I've spoiled you for him have I." She
looked at her secret lover sarcastically, "In your dreams, you're not the only
big man in town." He winced. "Oh that hurts!" She kissed him on the cheek,
"Don't worry, you still have your place in my heart." In truth Steve had spoiled
her, Matt was okay for size and he could occasionally make her see stars. But
like most younger guys he rushed it, he was more concerned about getting off
rather than how he got there. When it came to cunnilingus was untalented, and
sloppy. Of course he was quite fond of blowjobs.

With breakfast done he put the tray on the floor. "Come on we'd better not keep
your fiancée waiting." Winona suggested crawling to the end of the bed to
retrieve her robe. Her t-shirt pulling up revealing her fully rounded white
panty clad bottom. Steve let out a low whistle. Without looking she kicked back
like a mule hitting him square in the chest. "Perv." Steve grabbed her foot and
wrestled her onto her back pinning Winona beneath him. "Now shall we see just
who the big man in town is?" Winona suckered him with a smile, and when he
relaxed she rolled over and dumped him onto the floor. It didn't quite work as
Steve held on to her as he went over. They land together, him cushioning her
fall. "Ooof!" Winona gave him a quick kiss as she got up and headed into the
bathroom. "How many times do we have to tell you. Never underestimate the power
of a woman." He lay there for a bit and got up to join her. He tried not to pay
to much attention to her nakedness, as they quickly showered. Otherwise he'd end
up blowing a week's worth of jizz all over the tiled floor, he was saving it for
Bridget. Winona sensed this and was careful not to bend over in front of him.

Bridget was delighted to have her two closest companions pick her up from the
hospital. She looked a lot better than the day before. At Winona's prompting
they immediately set off to the jewelry store. It only took two stores to find
what Steve had in mind. Both the girls were trying rings on which thoroughly
confused the sales manager as to whom Steve's intentions were directed. It
didn't help any that they both had the same ring size. After a dozen or so
selections they settled on a stunning five carat diamond ring, the center stone
being flanked by six other one-quarter carat diamonds, three on each side set
into the band itself. Bridget smiled at him warmly as he held it out for her
approval. "It's too much." She commented timidly. "Steve shrugged, "Okay, can we
see the smaller one again please." He said half turning to the salesman. Winona
grabbed his hand, "Not so fast, this one will do just fine." She smirked. Steve
chuckled, "We'll take it." The manger took the ring before anyone could
reconsider, and had it cleaned in the back while Steve paid for it, his hand
shaking slightly as he signed the cheque. The girls continued looking around the
rest of the store like kids in a candy shop. After collecting the ring he herded
them towards the door before they ruined him. The manager smiling broadly as he
shook their hands and saw them out. They waited till they where back at
Bridget's place before taking the ring out of the box. The blonde glamour girl
looped her arms around his neck, "I'll never take this off again." Steve hugged
her warmly, "I hope not, I can't afford another one." They pulled Winona in
making it a group hug.

A couple of days later Bridget's father and stepmother Becky were back in town,
and they gathered at her place for dinner along with Susan, Bridget's natural
mother who just happened to be in LA. Neither she nor Steve announced their
engagement instead they just waited to see who noticed the ring. It didn't take
long for Susan to spot the ring gleaming like a lighthouse on her daughter's
hand as Bridget served dinner. She let out a hysterical scream, which could have
frightened Stephan King. Peter and his wife stopped and looked around, then they
saw the light shining off the gem. Susan got up and threw her arms around her
child. Peter leaned over and shook Steve's by the hand, "Congratulations I'm
happy for both of you." Bridget turned to give her daddy a kiss, while his wives
greeted their new future son-in-law. "Have you two set a date yet?" Her mother
asked anxiously. "Bridget and Steve exchange glances, "That's want we wanted to
talk to you about tonight." She said taking the lead. Steve leaned over to help
Mr. Fonda as he picked up the ten-inch carving knife from the roasting platter.
"Here let me do that." He suggested diplomatically disarming Bridget's dad as
his fiancée continued. "We also would like to announce that, I'm five weeks
pregnant. We're going to have a baby!"

They took the news well. "It's about time." Her mom beamed. Peter laughed, "Well
whenever you two want to tie the knot it's okay with us, congratulations again."
Steve finally said something, "Bridget and I have discussed it. We would like to
have the ceremony next month." Bridget's dad winked, "I hear flights to Vegas
are pretty cheap." His ex-wife scolded him. "Oh no you don't I've waited a long
time for this." He smiled, "I'm just joking." Standing up and hugging his
princess, "Whatever you want sweetheart, you just name it." She smiled back at
her father. "Thanks dad, I'll try to leave you with some ******." The aged actor
scoffed, "Go easy on your old man."

After dinner Peter and Steve talked in the living room while the women cleaned
up in the kitchen. Swirling the wine around in his glass Steve spoke softy. "I
want you to know I was planning to propose to her much earlier than this. I just
didn't know if it was the right time." Peter nodded, "It's a tough call to
make." He leaned over closer to the young man. "Frankly, I surprised you could
get her away from Winona." Steve looked at him nonchalantly. "Come on Steve, I
know about them it's cool. I was waiting for them to come out of the closet and
get married." Steve stared at Bridget's father, "How did you know?" Mr. Fonda
leaned back in his chair and grinned. "Whenever I'd call my daughter during the
week, half the time Winona would answer the phone, and the other half she'd be
at Winona's place." Steve gave a slight shrug.
"I also almost walked in on them once." Steve nodded. "Yea I guess that would do
it. Does she know that you know?" Peter scratched his ear lobe. "I think she
does, but like me Bridget pretends that I don't know."

Another nasty thought crossed Steve's mind, he looked towards the kitchen to
make sure the women where preoccupied. "Er you've probably read or heard rumor's
of my dating the other women." Peter lay back and let Steve struggle with his
next choice of words. Steve studied the man's face before continuing, he
couldn't read anything, but like an experienced poker player he sensed it was
not a good time to bluff.

"The others girls, they all mean so much to both of us, and we think of them as
family. I love them very much, but Bridget. I want to take care of her for the
rest of my life." Her father seemed satisfied with his answer, "Well Steve, I'm
sure Bridget is comfortable with your other relations. Otherwise she'd have
dropped you like a bad script." That made both of them laugh as Bridget and her
mothers came back into the room. "What's so funny dear?" Becky inquired. Peter
waved it off, "Oh just guy talk." Susan sat next to Steve, "Is he telling dirty
jokes again?" Bridget sat down next to her dad. "Pop your jokes aren't funny,
that's why you've never done a comedy." Her mother jested, "Not according to the
critics."

Steve was relieved when the evening was over flopping down on the sofa besides
her dog. Bridget cuddled in on the other side of her retriever, which was curled
up nose to tail. Their hands clasped over his furry back, "I must say they took
that well." He remarked. "Well after seeing me have sex on screen, and
committing suicide, not much phases them anymore." Steve turned his head looking
at her curiously, "Will you be doing anymore sex-nude scenes?" She looked down
at her belly, "I don't know, maybe. How would you feel about it." He shrugged.
"I don't know." Leaning over the snoring dog she kissed him on the cheek. "It's
all fake, and if you're not comfortable with me doing nudity, I'll stop." He
nuzzled the side of her face, "It's okay, besides it gets me real hard seeing
you naked twenty feet tall." She laughed softly and kissed him again. "Maybe
I'll do a Demi Moore when I get bigger." He smiled, "You're going to look
incredible in seven months. But no more love scenes, unless they're with women."
He added. She pushed him away, "Ha, I bet you'd like that wouldn't you. If I did
that then Winona would have a fit unless it was with her." Steve smiled evilly,
"That's not a bad idea." Bridget shook her head. "Forget it she'd never do it."

The next morning while he was out running errands, the gang came by to see
Bridget. He came in to find them discussing acting methods. They turned to say
hi as he settled in between to Heather and Sarah. Jennie was talking, "It's
pretty hard to feel sexy with some guy kissing you, groping your body, and forty
are people standing around the set watching. So you have to act your way through
it." Jennifer interrupted "But isn't that how you and Peter met?" Jennie nodded,
"That was an exception, and it wasn't my first romance scene." Heather laughed,
"It's even worse when your doing it with a guy you don't like, or he has bad
breath. Then you really have to fake it." The others laughed. Steve just kept a
straight face. "Wait a minute here." They looked their boy toy. "Have you guys
ever had to ...act when I was..." Bridget grinned, "Do you mean have we ever
faked an orgasm with you?" He nodded worriedly.

They all burst out in rolls of laughter, it wasn't the response he was hoping
for. Jennie leaned back in the chair, "Oh Ohh OHHH YEEESSS!! YESSSS YOU BIG STUD
YESSS OOH DON'T STOP I'M CCCUMMMINGGG AAAAARRGHHH!!" She giggled, "You mean like
that?" Sarah stopped laughing "No Jennie he means like this, "OOOH BABY GIVE IT
MEEEE! YES YESSS OOHHHH YESSSSS OOHHHHHH!!" Steve was horrified as each of the
girls gave an orgasmic performance, each trying out do the another. "Funny very
funny!" He commented getting up and walking upstairs. "That was mean." Bridget
said sympathetically. "Yea but it was fun." Heather giggled. "Do you know how
much work we're going to have to do to get his confidence back?" Bridget
pestered. "He won't worry." Jennie waved. "You know how sensitive men can be
when it come to their sexual egos." Alyssa remarked. "Oh my god, I just had a
horrible thought, what if he becomes impotent?" Jennifer shuddered, the girls
looked at each other.

"Let's not panic, two of you should go up there, and make sure no permanent
damage has been done." Bridget suggested. "This is going to take tact, soothing,
and big tits." Alyssa and Jennifer you two go up there and see if he's okay."
Bridget couldn't believe she had just ordered two hot cutie pie nymphets to go
and see if they could fuck her fiancées brains out. They literary ran upstairs,
Jennifer beating Alyssa to the top by three steps. The other's stood by and
listened, twenty minutes later screams of climax could be heard coming from
upstairs. The two girls limped back down an hour later, "Well he's not
impotent!" Alyssa proclaimed. "I'll say." Jennifer added. "Because of your
little jokes, he took it out on us." Alyssa sat down on a big soft cushion as
the others laughed. "I didn't think he had that much sperm in him." Jennifer sat
down besides her grimacing. "Bridget, you're going to have to a fabulous
honeymoon."

When they officially announced their engagement, and pregnancy to the rest of
the world it was well received. For the guy on the street it was great to see an
everyday Joe marry a film star, and for the women it was proof that there where
still princes out there. Although Bridget's pregnancy raised a lot of eyebrows
it didn't bother either of them. They saw it as further strengthening of their
relationship. Some of the tabloids made stinging rebukes about their life style,
to shut them up Bridget and Steve gave an exclusive to Inside Edition. Deborah
interviewed them at the house, the questions centered mostly on their
relationship and the groups. Bridget defended their relationship with the
others, explaining that they were like sisters to them. When asked about her
pregnancy Bridget replied "That she was tickled pink to be having his baby,
marriage not withstanding." At the end of the interview they even manage to get
a plug in for the Agency.
They thanked Deborah for coming, Steve didn't know she actually had. Deborah had
been sitting with her legs crossed during the entire interview, pressing her
thighs together grinding her pussy lips against one another. Bridget picked up
on it but didn't say anything.

When she got back to the office it was late, locking the door she pulled off her
pantyhose and underwear. Spreading her long shapely legs over the arms of her
chair she quickly shoved two fingers under her designer skirt up into her
drenched cunt. Her other hand played with her breasts through an open buttonhole
in her mauve cotton blouse. Debbie's finger latching on to the nipple of her
right tit tweaking it with pleasure. Thumbing her clitoris she soon achieved a
badly needed orgasm. Relaxing after her self- indulgence she wondered why he had
such an affect on women. But then part of her really didn't care.

By the end of March the wedding bells were ringing, Winona hosted a combined
Wedding and Baby shower for Bridget. Steve wondered where they we're going to
put everything. He was the only guy there among the fifty female guests,
uncomfortable was an understatement of how he felt. Especially during the
lingerie show the guests put on for the party. He sat next to Bridget while
various actresses modeled sexy underwear. The lights around the room were
subdued while the ceiling lights in the middle where left on creating a stage
like setting.

Jennifer introduced the models and the fashions as they came and went. Nicole
Kidman was first in a pair of bright red French-cut lace panties, with matching
push up bra. She leaned over giving both them a good look. He was stunned when
Bridget asked to see the inside of the cups. Nicole gave a sultry smile and
opened the front closure bra exposing herself completely for everyone in the
room including Steve. He asked Bridget for the catalogue, "Ohh are you buying
those for me?" She hinted. "No I just need something to cover my lap." He
whispered.

As Nicole exited wiggling her cute ass, Tiffany Amber Theissen came in wearing a
black leather bustier and g-string, Steve almost creamed his pants when she
turned around in front of him showing off her round white ass. He was surprised
when Jennifer Jason Leigh came in wearing a blue shear negligee, which showed
off her small but well formed tits, the g-string barely covered her pussy. She
smiled and winked at him as twirled round showing off the outfit. Bridget pulled
him closer to her, "Oh no you don't Jen, you're not getting your paws on this
one!" Steve shuddered remembering the guy that got a six-inch spiked heel
through his eye. The other women didn't seem to notice his nervousness. Of
course they were actually looking at the clothes.

Courtney-Thorne Smith was next in a devil red baby-doll he got nice view of her
sizable breasts as they bounced under the flimsy transparent material, her cunt
lips clearly outlined in the stretched fabric of her panties. Bridget caught him
off guard as she asked Courtney to hold on while she asked his opinion.
"G-great." He stuttered. Courtney invited him to feel the material. Bridget
nodded. Hesitantly he reached out to touch the soft warm fabric covering her
stomach Courtney bent down "accidentally" putting her left breast in his hand.
"Oops, sorry!" He jerked his hand back as they laughed at him.

As Courtney retreated, Shannon and Meg Ryan strutted towards them. Shannon was
wearing an iridescent blue satin slip with lace cups, it ended about mid thigh
and was slit up to her hip on one side. She gave Bridget a wink as Steve was
shown a generous amount of thigh. He noted her nipples were rock hard as they
poked up through the delicate material. Meg was almost dressed in a cream
colored silk half-slip and bikini panties, her nipples shown through the soft
material prominently, "Like anything you see?" She teased. Steve was drooling,
"You'd better look at me like that on our honeymoon." Bridget remarked. "If
you're wearing that I will be." He grinned. He noted with satisfaction that all
the models where wearing 2–3 inch heels.

Lea Thompson grabbed their attention in a black merry widow outfit complete with
garter belt stockings and heels. Steve couldn't believe how fit she looked
especially after just having twins. He thought he could see some tiny wisps of
pubic hair creeping out the edges of her panties. He could barely take his eyes
off her luscious round butt as Kelly Packard came waltzing in. Kelly was dressed
in a crisp white, lace body stocking and matching garter belt with white
stockings. Her small round breasts clearly visible to everyone. Bridget asked
her to lean over while she took a closer look, Steve tried not to stare. "Like
this one honey?' She asked. He nodded. "Uh huh." She nudged him, "I meant the
body stocking." He looked at her defensively, "I know." Kelly gave a small grin.


Charisma Carpenter danced her way in to the music. She was sporting purple
strapless push-up bra and French-cut panties under a shear dressing gown. Doing
a little twirl for them he could see back of her panties were nestled right up
between her butt cheeks. Melissa Gilbert-Boxlighter followed Charisma in close
behind displaying a blue and green bikini combination. The top made the most of
her small mature breasts making them over flow the tiny cups, while the bottom
thong clung to the contours of her pubic mound becoming tight as it traveled
under her pussy lips and back up between the non-fat cheeks of her ass.
Half-pint was definitely all grown up.

He was really knocked over to see Heather coming down the "runway" she was
flattering in a short jet-black satin robe tied at the waist, which she opened
up to reveal a set of shear chartreuse bra and panties.
He noted the stiffness of her nipples as she shrugged off the robe and tossed it
over her shoulder giving a wink as she went by. "Excuse me, could I get a better
look at that outfit?" He called out. Heather stopped and grinned silly. Walking
back to Steve and Bridget she stood in front of them, and turned around slowly
on her 3" heels. "You naughty boy, I'll get you for this." She whispered. He
just smiled at her. Titters of giggles could be heard around the room.

Alyssa was next in a pair of impossibly small frilly aquamarine panties, cotton
bra and black heels. Steve was terrified of what she would do as she approached
him. All five of her tattoos were proudly on display. As she came closer he
could see the dark color of her large nipples showing through the tightly
stretched fabric of her thin bra. His eyes traveled helplessly down her top over
her pierced bellybutton where his tongue had spent many wonderful moments, to
her pelvis where he was shocked to see that her panties were crotchless and
quite wet. Lyssa smiled at him then bent over and kissed him on the nose.
Hovering in that position long enough for him to get a good look at her
cleavage, his face went red with embarrassment, she blew him a quick kiss as she
retreated out of the room, her ass jiggling as she went.

Jessica Biel followed Alyssa looking nothing like the minister's daughter she
played on TV. Her choice was a violet semi-transparent swimsuit, her breasts
were surprisingly large topped with light pinkish nips. She was very
self-conscious and smiled shyly she walked around the room. Her thighs were very
close together, Steve wondered if she was still a virgin. She smiled demurely at
him and Bridget as she went by them quickly.

Steve was really surprised when Lori Loughlin came into the room showing off a
shear white slip with a u-shaped neckline, and spaghetti straps. Seeing her
small high breasts through the transparent top reminded him of their secret
encounter months ago when they first met. She smiled at Steve, it made her
nipples hard again as she relived the fucking he gave her, she had never had any
man satisfy her before him. The matching thong panties she wore did little to
hide the patch of pubes she displayed for him. She smiled at Bridget envious of
her getting shagged by Steve whenever she wanted it. Rebecca Romijn-Stamos was
in the crowd, along with Kathy Ireland but in fairness to the other models they
weren't in the show.

Tori Spelling sat near the back with Gabrielle Reece, "I heard Lori and Rebecca
were tongue sisters." Gabi nodded, "From who?" Tori watched as Lori did the
cheesecake turn in front of Steve. "Elle MacPerson."
Gabi shrugged. "I hear Elle got caught munching rug with Christie Brinkely,
that's why she and Billy Joel split." Tori frowned, "I hear they split because
she walked in on hubby, and Rachel Hunter banging the drum in her hotel room."
Gabi looked at her. "I heard it was her ex Rod Stewart, slipping Cindy Crawford
the old haggis."

Jennie leaned over to Jennifer, "He's going to hurt himself if he's not
careful." Sarah was up next in white terry cloth bathrobe cotton, "Finally
something sensible." He whispered to Bridget. Posing in the middle of the room
she undid the belt to show off yellow cotton stretched bodysuit, cut low in the
front. The tightness of the cloth pushed her breasts together giving Sarah an
ultra healthy chest, her nipples were obviously excited. Steve was struggling to
keep a straight face, as she turned before him twitching her perfectly trim
behind with no visible panty line. Bridget was enjoying Steve's discomfort. "Are
you okay Honey?" Steve whispered without moving is lips. "I can't wait till they
all go home." She smiled slightly, "I think I have a headache." He frowned, "Not
now damn it." He muttered as Reese Witherspoon went by in a gray cotton cut off
tank top and bikini briefs. Her pale whitish skin made her look even younger
than her nineteen years.

Winona came out in a shimmering tan colored transparent gown held up by two thin
spaghetti straps, and no back, or bra, and only g-string panties. As she stopped
by Steve, who by now was drinking ice water by the gallon, she smiled and took
an ice cube out of his glass, which she licked with the tip of her tongue,
before rubbing it along her cleavage. He watched as the melting water trickled
down the valley of her bosom, his heart began to palpitate as she ran her other
hand up the inside of his quivering thigh. "Hey watch the hands, Missy!" Bridget
warned. Winona gave her a wink and they both laughed.

Sigourney Weaver gave her a high five as Winona left the room, she was stunning
in a purple satin full length slip which was slit on the side all the way up to
her hip. The lace push-up cups enhanced her small A-size breasts. She smiled at
him as she went by as if to say, "Is this how you imagined me."

Sandy Bellamy really got Steve's attention. The girls smiled as they saw his
eye's pop out. He had never forgiven them for stealing "the perfect secretary"
from him. She was edible in an azure Lycra bikini stretched around her small
athletic figure, over her full venus mound up between her tight bare buttocks.
This was more her than he'd ever seen before, the girls had been right to take
her away from him. Bridget leaned over, "Take a good look dear, cause it's all
you'll ever see."

Calista Flockhart past Winona as she exited, the short gangly brunette was
glowing in a simple white see-through shirt and hi cut briefs. Her high mound
like breasts topped with small button nipples poking out through the shear
fabric. Steve wondered she and Courtney had ever done it. He wanted to smile as
preppy Alicia Silverstone skipped in. Dressed in a pair of burgundy silk jammies
with white petal patterns. The pants were boxer style briefs, which displayed
her long girlish legs. The top unfortunately opaque, but she had missed a button
getting dressed, and this provided him with an open view of her right tit as she
went by, its perfect little nipple quivering a top the luscious slope of her
breast.

Deborah Norville was up next in an elegant pink satin bathrobe and a ********
slip with lace cups, her long slender legs, supported her smallish sized breasts
well as they bounced on her chest. "Bet we won't see this on Inside Edition."
Lauren Holly whispered to Neve Campbell. The slip was slit up the front almost
to the crotch. Upon opening the robe and turning, the fabric caught a draft
giving Steve a flash of her blonde curly pubes and pink lips. Deb gave him a
quick wink as she walked away.

Ever since she had interviewed them Deborah had repeatedly called him for
quotes, and follow ups, they had found her to be reliably honest and had often
given her exclusives. Although not the exclusive she wanted from Steve. The
group used her show, Inside Edition as a soapbox to quash rumors and allegations
from the tabloids. Steve and Bridget had soon gotten to know her on a first name
basis.

Cheryl Ladd and her daughter Jordan made a sexy combination wearing matching
pink negligees. Cheryl's medium size breasts prominently displayed through the
dark material, as they swayed slightly when she walked towards him. In her
mothers shadow Jordan confidently showed off her own pert boobies to the crowd.
Both wore black silk g-string panty's, their blonde curly pubic hairs showing
through the light cloth.

The last guest to come out was Vanna White, every time he saw her Steve couldn't
get over the likeness between her and Anna the stewardess, it was like looking
in a mirror. Vanna strode in smooth as the silk dark green gown she wore,
untying the belt she uncovered the pastel red satin camisole she had on. While
leaning over for Bridget to feel the material, she let Steve gawk down the front
of her v-neck. Trying to make it look like he was looking elsewhere, his eyes
wandered over her white rounded breasts with their dark brown stiff nipples.

Winona came back in dressed in her normal clothes, standing in the middle of the
room she garnered everyone's attention holding aloft a pair of cherry read thong
undies. "Okay ladies we have on last item to model, and I think with a big round
of applause we can get Steve to show these off for us." The room exploded in
thunderous applause. He was stunned like a cow looking to his fiancée for
support shaking his head. "NO please don't make me do this." He begged. Bridget
just laughed, "Come on its fair play." He looked around for his other friends,
only to find he didn't have any, they were clapping the loudest. Sarah with
Jennies help came over and pulled him up out of the chair, thanks to all that
ice water he wasn't embarrassed by a hard-on. But he really had to piss badly so
he couldn't resist them too much or he'd wet his trousers. They escorted him out
of the room to get "dressed". Meanwhile the women were looking at vibrators,
dildos, and other sex aids.

Ten minutes later Steve was lead into the limelight wearing a short red
bathrobe, and a spiked dog collar with a leash that Sarah held. The women
started yelling, "Take it off!" and "Where's the beef!" Sarah danced in front of
him tugging the leash trying to get him to move. Heather came up behind him and
gave him a few playful swats on the butt with a riding crop. Reluctantly he
swayed just a little, then they began shouting "Take it off, Take it off!"
Mindful of Heather he shyly undid the belt and opened the robe just a bit.
Bridget loved it, as were the other girls, Shannon and Alyssa came up and tore
the robe off his back. Leaving him in his entire splendor in front of sixty
Hollywood actresses "WAAHOOOO!" they all screamed. Steve's face was as red as
his thong, which barely fit the thong was riding up his ass something fierce.

The workout sessions with Sarah along with the skating, biking and horseback
riding had paid off, he now had the physic they wanted. A rippling tight
muscular body, gone was the slight flabby look and the soft muscles. They had
turned him into an incredibly mean lean fucking machine. Only a few of the women
that saw his necklace made the connection with that of the girls. He didn't
flash it in public and usually wore it when it wouldn't show much. The girls of
course wore there's all the time as the links were less noticeable.
Several women morbidly looked for the scars on his body where he took bullets
for Heather and Jennie. He noticed them murmuring and pointing.

Sarah lead him around as the women waved money in their hands, Steve resisted
but Heather kept giving him smacks with the crop. Soon they were stuffing
twenty's and fifty's into his waistband. Many of the women brushed the back of
their hands across his bulge to see if it was real, he saw them grin each time.
"Bridget is one lucky girl." He heard Cheryl Ladd whispering to Hudson Leick, of
the TV show Xena. Sharon Stone shoved a hundred-dollar bill right down the
front, as did Courtney Cox making sure their fingers stroked his meat. Charisma
gave him a saucy look, as he was lead by her. "Getting used to the collar yet
Steve?" She whispered stuffing a hundred into his pouch and then giving it a
soft pat.

Leading him back in front of Bridget, Sarah presented him to his bride
announcing that Bridget would now remove the bills one at a time, using only her
teeth. Bridget kneeled before him without hesitation placing her hands behind
her back. The other women looked on eagerly, and with much commentary as her
mouth pulled at the wad of money. "Come on let's see what keeps Bridget
smiling!!" Bridget half turned. "Mother!!" Fortunately for Steve the thin
elastic held and didn't snap, although he almost lost it when she went after the
bills that where stuffed deep into his pouch. He was greatly relieved when she
collected the last bill without exposing too much of him.

Thinking the worst was over he relaxed, only to hear a loud uproar of laughter
coming from the crowd. Turning around he came face to face with Nicole Kidman
dressed in a brown three piece mans suit, one of his suits, sporting a 12" long
strap on cock through the open fly. His eyes conveyed panic and horror. Bridget
got up and held the leash tightly.

Nicole strutted up to Steve and walked around behind him. Grabbing him by the
hips she lunged and thrust the dildo between his thighs. He looked down to see
an enormous fake cock sticking out from below his crotch. The women howled with
laughter. "Hey Bridget don't you wish he was this big?" His lover answered with,
"I have no complaints!" Nicole whispered in his ear, "I won't hurt you Steve
play along, and I'll see you're rewarded later." She grabbed the monster cock
with both hands and pretended to jerk off, moving her hips against him. Steve
could feel her pelvis caressing his ass, Nicole's nipples pressing into his back
while her breasts rubbed into him. The guests went wild with cheers and rude
remarks. "Hey Steve is that how you do it?" Julia Roberts yelled out. The girls
screamed in joy.

Nicole withdrew and stood before him again with both hands on his shoulders she
pushed him down to his knees. He looked at the foreboding dildo before him,
Nicole spoke to him in a loud voice. "If you're really nice to me I can make you
a big star." The women snickered around him. "Gee where have I heard that
before?" Meg shouted out. She continued, "And I promise, I won't come in your
mouth." The others laughed hysterically, "At least you can keep that promise!"
Drew Barrymore shouted. Steve realized that most of these women were victims of
the infamous casting couch, many of them given in to unwelcome sexual advances
to get the roles that made them famous. They must really be enjoying this turn
around.

All the women were chanting, "Suck, suck, suck, suck!" as he found himself
opening his mouth to give her a blowjob. He paused a moment, "I've never done
this before!" They clapped and shouted "VIRGIN, VIRGIN, VIRGIN!" Watching him
take the tip of the latex cock into his mouth. As Steve's lips closed around the
brutish device he tasted something, looking up at Nicole he realized she had
just used it on herself. It was her cunt juices he was sucking on. She smiled
down at him, while his mouth absorbed her taste. The crowd of tipsy, frenzied
women hooted, and cheered as he performed fellatio. Nicole grabbed his head and
gently shoved an inch or two into his mouth, wanting him to taste more of her.
Although she had mounted a good eight inches of the cock, she knew there was no
way he could take that much. After a minute of lewd perverse cock sucking, she
let Steve go. "Oh that's it baby I'm gonna cum! Oh yea! Suck me harder! Here it
comes!!" She pulled out and stroked herself pretending to cum all over his face.
Steve by now was laughing himself as was everyone in the room, Bridget was close
to tears while Alyssa, Jennie and the others were gutting themselves laughing.

As the laughter died down Nicole helped him up, they both took a well-earned bow
and made for the exit.
He still couldn't believe what he had done as he finished dressing. A soft knock
at the door got his attention, it was Nicole bringing his suit back. "I hope you
didn't mind, Jennie said it was okay." He smiled, "I should have figured she was
it on it." Nicole smiled in her lavender print summer dress. "You were a really
good sport, most guy's would have thrown a fit. You really would do anything for
those girls wouldn't you?" He shrugged, "Just about." She hung the suit on a
chair, "Don't worry I wore my own underwear." His eyes sparkled, at the vision,
but he didn't say anything. Walking up to him she reached out with her hand
towards his face, Steve began to back away, "Your shirt collar is crocked." She
mused straightening the material around his neck. They were eye to eye, Steve
gazed at the purity of her porcelain face. He could feel her warm breath on his
face, smell her subtle feminine charms. Her hands rested on his shoulders,
neither spoke, moved or blinked. Their trance was disrupted by a knock at the
door, guiltily they took a step back. "Come in!" Steve said a bit too loudly.

Bridget opened the door to see them standing awkwardly together, "Nicole was
just returning my suit." He said lightly. Bridget came over and put her arms
around them both, "I'm surprised you still have your pants on." Steve was
dumbfounded at her statement in front of the sexy Australian actress. Nicole
just smiled, "I was just about to get to that." Now he was completely lost.

Bridget kissed Nicole fully on the lips her tongue slipping between her lips.
Nicole pulled Bridget into her mouth sealing it with her lips. "Nicky and used
to date a long time ago, and I once slept with Tom just before they got married.
We were both drunk, and smoking dope, Nic walking on us after Tom had fallen a
sleep. Tom actually doesn't remember doing it, and we never told him, when he
woke up the next morning she was in bed with him. Nic and I talked it over and I
promised that when I got married she could have a fling with my fiancée." Steve
looked at her raising an eyebrow.

Without further words Nicole pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders,
Steve's eyes followed it down her naked body to the floor. A thin lithe frame of
unflawed porcelain skin, mounting two small girlish breasts tipped with small
circular dark brown nipples. Her pubic hairs were light red, short and wispy.
She reached down and dropped his pants. Bridget kissed him softly, "Try not to
enjoy her too much." and then went back down stairs. Nicole pushed Steve back
onto the bed ripping off his shirt. He watched as she flicked back her long
blonde hair, staring into his eyes as her lips parted over his engorged prick.
His eyes rolled back feeling her soft tongue licking his peehole. He felt her
mouth vibrate over his cock as she let out a low throaty moan. Opening his eyes
he saw her fingers working her own pussy, while her other hand worked his shaft
pulling his meet further inside her talented mouth. Steve twisted around on the
bed so he was beneath her, Nicole keeping a steady rhythm on his cock as he
licked at her finger which was now deep inside her cunt.

She sucked in more of him pushing four inches of dick around her mouth with her
tongue, while his tongue lapped up her secretions as they flowed over her
clitoris. Opening her passage he sucked at her vulva making loud squishy sounds.
Nicole had mastered his cock gradually pushing all nine inches into her mouth
working down her throat. Steve's fingers began to pry into her internal affairs
Nicole's damp dark passage welcomed the intruders with a firm snug embrace. He
could feel the tremendous pressure her mouth was putting on his prick, it was
like she was trying to suck the life out of him. His hips moved jerking as he
fucked Nicole's face with a supporting hand on the back of her blonde head. He
groaned as her perfectly stretched lips kissed his pelvis. Nicole held him in
there for a good long time, squeezing the head of his cock with her strong neck
muscles while her tongue lathered his thick shaft with her saliva.
As she pulled back for air Steve responded pushing his two fingers in to the
hilt, stroking her soft wet love hole from the inside out. His tongue flicked
between the narrow folds of skin to tease her clit. At first worked slowly and
methodically to master one another, but soon their emotions heated to an
uncontrollable pyre.

Nicole licked the underside of his now throbbing member as she pulled it out of
her mouth. "I can't take much more of this, mount me Steve." He tiredly pushed
Nicole onto her back, kneeling between her legs she guided him to the heated
opening that was her vagina. Slowly he shuffled forward and let his dick sink
into her welcoming folds. She was hot, wet, and small, smaller than Steve
expected. Nicole was well lubricated, and relaxed as his head entered her
rounded entrance. She knew it would hurt since Steve was wider and a bit longer
than her husband Tom, who was long but a bit on the thin side. Getting the dome
of his cock in her was no easy feat, yet they were gradually able to work it in
with sufficient rubbing along her soaked pussy.

He felt Nicole adjust to his size, her lips were tightly stretched around his
shaft as his helmet purchased a hold inside her, rotating her hips she slid down
his erection like stripper on a brass pole. The redheaded superstar felt him
touch her in ways she had never imagined. Feeling him stuff her vagina to full
capacity she kissed him hungrily. Steve worked his lips to hers pushing them
apart as his tongue sought out the beast within. She rotated about him lifting
her legs over his shoulders, Nicole was remarkably flexible for a women of her
age. Steve increased the pressure of his thrusts as he took long luxurious
stokes with her tight sex around his cock, knowing that this was a once in a
lifetime opportunity for him. Nicky was being bludgeoned into ecstasy with his
schlong, and loving every second of it as she panted for breath between his
powerful jabs. His hands massaged her thighs as he pumped between them, Nicole
touched her own breasts bringing them to life for him to kiss offering up her
dark pink nipples for Steve's oral pleasure. He playfully nipped at them like a
pup, licking around her white pale breasts like they were ice cream cones. His
fingers brushed her long strawberry blonde hair, as his organ beat within her
chamber creating a symphony of pleasure.

"Oh jesuss I'm gonna cum, ohh gawdd yess , don't stop, keep gooing !" She
moaned. "Ohh fuck, fuuck AAAAARRGHGHH!!" Nicole twisted and jammed herself up
against him as her climax was unleashed throughout her body blossoming like a
super nova, warming her soul. Her breath was shallow and quick as her hands
gripped Steve by the hips. He held his own orgasm in check awhile her cunt
shrank around his tube steak. Watching her face as Nicole's eyes rolled back in
her head he enjoyed the look of serenity that came over her. He stayed
completely still while she lingered in the afterglow as waves of pleasure surfed
through her body. Eventually her glory hole relaxed and released his magic wand,
Nicole was damn surprised to see that he had managed to keep his erection. "I
didn't know if you were fertile." He said apologetically. She smiled, "No I'm
not but thanks for caring."

Trading places she made him lay down, and spread his legs, then straddling his
face Nicole began to work on making him cum, with her mouth. Steve loved the
view, not only of her mouth moving up and down his hardened prick but Nicole
Kidman's wet open pussy just inches from his face, it was a sight to die for. He
pulled her by the hips to his face and applied his mouth to her clit drawing it
out of its hooded lair. Slowly and with attention to detail they pleasured each
other orally. He could feel her developing a second orgasm, and worked
diligently to that effect. The pressure of his thumb on her clit burst open her
orgasm like a water balloon on a hot sidewalk in July, drenching him with her
inner fluids as his tongue tried to plug the leak in between her thighs. Nicole
screamed around his cock as she came, the sensation of her mouth oscillating
wildly about his dick made him send a fountain of hot, sticky sperm into her
throat planting his seed in her belly.

She was so involved in her own climax Nic forgot to swallow, much of his jizz
flowed back out her mouth and down the outside of his cock coating her hand in a
gooey mess of white semen. The blonde sex star quickly started swallowing the
subsequent loads as her dainty hand pumped up and down his now sticky organ. He
came in spurts, opening her mouth wide to catch the globs, him as her mouth and
face became coated in a thick paste of ropy white cum. Steve himself was on the
tail end of a slick wet deluge of feminine juices, as he lapped Nicole's sticky
wet crotch to dry her off.

Looking back at him she smiled through her semen stained face, "Well I guess you
enjoyed that almost as much as I did." She stated wiping the cream off her face
with her fingers and feeding it to herself. Steve lay back not believing he had
screwed and 69'd Nicole Kidman. Steve got up and went to clean himself off,
bringing back warm moist cloth for Nicole. As she freshened up Nicole caught him
staring at her.

Her face softened, "That night we met in the restaurant, I was watching you and
the girls through out dinner. It was amazing how you were able to interact with
each of them, with equal sincerity, no favoritism, no pandering, no putting on
airs. I saw that you cared deeply and showed genuine concern for all of them. I
wondered how they could share you like that." Nicole nodded, looking down at his
now shrunken penis,
"Well now I know part of the answer. You're a man of very rare qualities." He
bowed slightly, "Well you're quite a gem yourself." A sly smile spread across
her doll like face, "Flattery is welcome but it will not get you seconds." He
chucked, "I had to try."

They got dressed and prepared to go back downstairs, "I trust our little tryst
won't end up in some hidden file years from now?" Nicole asked. "Not unless they
can read my mind. Besides we all have our secrets."
Her mouth crocked a crooked grin, "I'll say we do." Nicole gave him one last
meaningful kiss, then turned and opened the door.

Waiting a minute Steve stepped out in to the hallway and headed for the stairs.
He was so jumpy Vanna White startled him when she came out of on of the
bathrooms. "Sorry didn't mean to give you a fright."
Steve smiled a sigh of relief, "It's okay, I just at bit high strung today." She
looked around seeing if they were alone, placing a hand on he's shoulder the
tall blonde spoke in a soft whisper that only he could hear.
"My sister say's to wish you and Bridget all the best." Steve was a bit
confused, this was the first time he had met Vanna. He didn't recall meeting any
of her family let alone a sister. "My sister Anna from the friendly skies." She
added. Steve eyes opened wide. Vanna White had a twin sister, that sister. He
then realized what Vanna might know about him and Jennifer. She was smiling at
him enjoying her revelation.
Suddenly she wrapped her arms around him, her lips on his in a brief flurry of
passion, for a second or two he tasted her tongue in his mouth. The firmness of
her full breasts pressing against his chest was magnificent. The she released
him. "Don't worry Steve, after all we all have our secrets, don't we." She
grinned as she left him standing in the hall, "Oh by the way, my twin sister and
I have a special, shall we say ESP bond. Thanks for the orgasm Steve." He slowly
went back downstairs, whistling as he descended the steps.

Back downstairs things and calmed down a bit. "I trust you had a good time."
Bridget said hugging Nicole. "Wonderful." She smiled pleasantly. "You're a very
lucky women Bridget." She blushed at the complement. Placing his hands on her
hips Steve pulled her in close, "I keep telling her that everyday." Bridget
proved that despite being six weeks pregnant she could still move her elbow
pretty quick. "And you are one extremely luck guy." He smiled glowingly. "Yea."

Winona closed the door as the last few ladies bade farewell, the others were in
the living room sorting through the mountain of baby, and wedding gifts.

"Tom Cruise?" He whispered as he held Bridget in about the waist. She smiled
wistfully, "Yea." Steve kissed her ear lobe, "And?" She giggled a bit, "Let's
just say he was pretty good." Steve knew she wasn't going to give him a reason
to gloat. The truth was Tom passed out before he could orgasm, and Bridget
shortly after.

Steve bachelor party was pale by comparison, it consisted of a few of dozen guys
some actors, co-workers, and design engineers. He hadn't forgotten about his
friend's at GM, Northrop, Boeing, or any of the half dozen military plants he
used to visit when he was with Jane's Magazine. Heather's husband Richie set the
whole thing up, it was his way of saying thanks. Ever since Steve had saved
Heather's life Richie had begun to treated her better. He still slept around on
her, and snorted coke when he was on tour, but he stayed away from the wild
parties and orgies. Although he still thought Steve was a too anal, and Heather
spent too much time with her friends.

Ritchie rented an entire strip club for the night. It had six stages, two of
which had Plexiglas showers, and was worked by fifteen chesty babes of all
shapes, sizes and colors. The girls did everything from straight strip dances,
to lesbian acts with dildos, and masturbation showers. One girl was even double
fisted on stage by two of the other girls. By 2 AM Steve was sloshed enough to
be dragged up on stage and made a fool of. Three rather voluptuous strippers
took off their tops and spray whipped cream all over their enhanced tits. Steve
was depanted and sat in chair where they gave him lap dances and made him lick
the cream off their breasts while Charlie Sheen took pictures. Ex-porn star
Ginger Lynne was the special attraction for the night. After dancing for him on
stage she got into one of the showers and let him wash her breasts. Then in
front of everyone she got on her knees and gave him the blow job of a lifetime.
Steve was too inebriated to care about his dignity or anything else. Later he
had scant memories of seeing her face looking up at him with his cock thrusting
between her lips.

After that a few of the guys went upstairs with strippers for bit of relief,
while Ian Ziegler and Jason Priestly took Steve home. Jennie had given them the
strictest instruction that under no circumstances was Steve to end up in bed
with a stripper. After working with Jennie for eight years they knew she could
make their lives miserable if she wanted to, just like all little sisters. They
dropped him off on Bridget's doorstep ringing the doorbell, until the house
lights came on before taking off. Making sure his coat pockets were stuffed with
Polaroid's, bikini tops and g-string panties. Winona opened the door to see her
best friend's future husband lying there like a common drunk, retching of
alcohol, women's underwear sticking out of every pocket. Unable to wake him, she
called Alyssa who helped her drag his dead ass inside, leaving him on the sofa
till morning. Bridget found him like that a few hours later, she laughed at the
pictures of Steve stuffing a cream coated 36-DD breast into his mouth, and ones
of him rubbing Ginger Lynne's breasts in the shower. Thank God Jason had the
presence of mind to take the blow job photos out of the stack, he'd send them to
Steve later, or maybe to keep them as leverage. Winona and Jennifer were less
impressed with them, and made sure the underwear went in the garbage bin. Sarah
was completely disgusted, while Jennie was intrigued.

The evening before the wedding Steve had spent much of the day seeing to last
minute security details. The location would be kept secret until an hour before
to keep the press away. His sisters and their families had been flown in for the
event and where staying at a hotel. Lisa and Cathy where delighted that he was
getting married, though he sensed it was more so because Bridget was famous, and
they could pal around with the celebrities. Alyssa was coming over that
afternoon, she would stay the night and escort Steve to church the next
afternoon.

Steve got up when he heard the front door open. "Hey ready for your last night
as a freeman." She laughed coming in the entrance. He took her the bag
containing her bridesmaid dress, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. "Bridget
trusted you, to keep me out of trouble?" Alyssa frowned, "Well at least this way
she knows who you'll be sleeping with tonight." She said matter of fact. He
feigned innocence, "Miss Milano I am to be a happily married man tomorrow." She
hugged him rubbing her breasts against his chest through her pale blue tank top.
"Tonight I'm prepared to surrender my body to you, it will be an instrument of
pleasure for you to play to your heart's content. The music you hear will be our
cries of ecstasy as we reach a climax unlike any you have ever experienced or
ever will again, while you are inside the most intimate part of me. I am going
to make your deepest fantasies come to life as you touch me and you will
remember this night forever."

Alyssa giggled and walked away, leaving him standing there with an iron bar.
Steve looked down at his hard on poking out his pants. "Damn it Lyssa!" Alyssa
pushed him away stripping off her white cargo shorts and tank top she headed out
back for the pool. Steve ran upstairs to get his swim trunks his dicky wobbling
from side to side. Although ten-foot high fence and fifteen-foot spruce trees
surrounded the backyard he still felt uncomfortable skinny-dipping. Coming back
down he cannon balled in as Alyssa did a few laps she laughed at his modesty. He
swam after her, to his dismay Steve found she was a much better swimmer than he
was and catching her was difficult. Alyssa sliced through the cool blue water
like a dolphin as Steve splashed after her like dog. She toyed with him like a
shark playing with a diver, dodging and slipping from his clumsy grabs. Seeing
that her prey was tiring she swam over, and paddled in front of him as he rested
against the side of the pool. "Give up?" Steve lifted his head up. "Just giving
you a chance to get your breath."

Alyssa pushed herself out of the pool and sat on the edge next to him. "Come
here I want to show you something." She gestured between her thighs. He pulled
himself over so he was floating in front of her directly facing Alyssa's wet
thick pussy. "That's not where I want you to look." She chastised. "Here."
She pointed to the tattoo of a fairy just two inches above and on the right side
of her pubic triangle. "Okay?" He shrugged. Alyssa sighed with disappointment,
"Steve! I'd expect you to know my body better than that by now. After all you've
kissed and licked every inch of it." He took a closer look at the tattoo, then
he saw it. There was a small ribbon trailing from one of the ankles of the
fairy, it was only an inch long and was blank, but it was in the shape of the
letter S. "Clever very clever Alyssa. Thank you." He said kissing the body art.
No one would ever notice the addition, or guess that S stood for Steve. She
smiled down at him, "Your welcome. I just want you to know how much you mean to
me." He pulled her closer and licked her bellybutton ring. 'I know." She giggled
at the touch of his tongue. "Want me to get my nipples pierced?" His head shook
against her stomach, "No I like them just as they are, but what about your
tongue?" He asked hoping. She pushed him back a bit, "I bet you'd like that, but
only if you get yours done too." Steve shuddered at the thought of someone
driving a nail through his delicate palette. He tongue went down to her pussy
and ate her out as she opened her thighs for him. A sharp cry denoted her climax
fifteen minutes later.

She dropped back into the cool water then dove down, in one felled swoop his
trunks were off and came floating to the surface. As he plucked them from the
water he gasped as Alyssa's hand lifted him to her mouth. He dropped his shorts
on the deck and looked down into the pool where Alyssa was mouthing his penis
like a goldfish. All he could see was his shaft with her hand on it the end of
his cock disappeared under a mass of brown hair. It wasn't as good as a dry
blowjob, Alyssa couldn't deep throat or swallow without taking in water. Mostly
she just jerked him off while her tongue licked at his helmet sending shivers of
delight up his spine.

His moment of joy was disturbed by a friendly voice. "Hi Steve, isn't that
Lyssa's car outside? Where is she?" He turned his head around to see Jennifer
coming out of the house, he smiled weakly as came down the steps in a baby blue
string bikini with little white designs, Loves breasts bounced threateningly
against the thin material which strained to protect it charges from his menacing
view. Lyssa gulped in water as Steve's cock hit the roof of her mouth breaking
the seal her mouth had around it. "Oh Alyssa's just er, getting a drink." Just
as Jennifer got to the side of the pool a brown moppet of hair surfaced like a
whale with Alyssa underneath it, coughing and shaking the wet hair off her face.
"Hey what are you trying to do drown me!?" Alyssa looked up and saw Jennifer
grinning down at her. She gave Steve a harsh look. "Thanks for the warning." He
smirked, "My eyes were closed."

Jennifer dropped her towel on a lounge chair, "Ewww you guys did it in the
pool!!" Alyssa shook her hair out, "No we didn't don't worry the waters still
clean." She stepped to the edge. "Er Love if you want to come in you'll have to
loose the suit, this is a nudes only pool." She looked at him sarcastically, "Oh
I'll just bet it is you pervert." He gazed drunkenly up at her intoxicating
beauty. "Well keep your bikini on, I'll just undress you in my mind." Reaching
back she tugged loose the strings of her top. "You'd enjoy that wouldn't you.
Well I'm not giving you the satisfaction." Busting forth like kids out for
recess her breasts were finally free, he loved how they defied gravity. Dropping
the bra she shimmied out of the skimpy bottoms baring her neatly trimmed bush.
Ever since they had been together the girls all kept their privates partly
shaved and cropped. None of them wanted to be known as the hairy one, and eating
pussy was so much more enjoyable when you didn't have to beat around the bush.
Steve pushed away from the edge of the pool. "Well that spoils it."

Jennifer jumped in like a frog in a pond, she and Alyssa splashed around a bit
more while Steve did laps to cool off. He did a couple of deep dives just so he
could watch them from below as their legs kicked about in the water exposing
their privates for his viewing pleasure. Alyssa saw what he was up to and they
both tried to down him. Each of the girls clung on to him and pulled him down
with their combined weight, struggling to swim up he reached between their legs
and molested their open vaginas. Wiggling out of his grasp they broke free and
swam up to the surface. They headed for the side and climbed out of the pool,
with Steve lagging behind. "You cheated." Alyssa accused. He flopped out like a
beached whale. "I did what I had to do, and you two are putting on a few
pounds." Jennifer toweled off, "That's Alyssa, I still only weigh..." They
stopped and looked at her. "Never mind." Alyssa dried her hair, "I haven't put
on weight, do you see any fat on this body Steve?" His eyes took in her unending
sensual form. Alyssa saw he was just oogling her and not heard her question.
"Forget it." In a way it was nice to see he still admired her body after all
this time, especially with a twenty-year old boobie standing naked not three
feet away.

They stayed in the sun for awhile. Steve begged them to let him put the suntan
lotion on them which he would have applied with his tongue had they let him. He
was quite through in making sure every square inch of their young tender
delicate skin was liberally coated with sunscreen. "Er Steve I don't think the
sun is going to shine up there!" Jennifer moaned as he slipped an oily finger
into her rectum. "It is my job to protect you Jennifer, and that includes from
the sun." He probed a bit deeper, charging up her erogenous zone. "Jennifer look
back at him as she squirmed on his finger. "Asshole." Steve pulled his finger
out of her butthole, and kissed her on the back. "Exactly." Turning over
Jennifer pulled him down for a soft relaxing kiss, his hand moved up her hips to
massage her sweaty tanning boobs.

Alyssa lay on the other lounge, which Steve was kneeling between, his other hand
move up her leg and cupped her pussy caressing it till she was mewing like a
lost little kitten. Jennifer pushed his lips away from hers. "I think we should
go inside the house before she scares the neighbors." Alyssa's eye's opened
dreamily, "Funny veeeery funny." Steve had to carry Alyssa inside as he followed
Jennifer Love's naked jiggling ass up the steps.

Upstairs in the master bedroom they had Steve right where the wanted him,
spread-eagled tied down on the bed with several pairs of Jennies nylons. "Don't
struggle Steve Jennie will kill you if you put a run in her stockings." Jennifer
also had him gagged with a pair of Sarah's panties she got from the hamper.
Steve could taste the sweat from her work out. He was just glad there wasn't any
blood in them.

The girls went into the bathroom for a few minutes and emerged smelling fresher
than chlorine. In the soft candlelight Jennifer and Alyssa licked his semi-stiff
cock to hot frozen popsicle when they kissed each other with his head between
them he fought to retain his sperm count. Pretty soon he was begging like a bum
for one of them to mount him. Alyssa licked out Jennifer's love hole as the
younger brunette straddled his stomach, she leaned forward so Steve could feed
from her prized breasts. She teased his mouth with her engorged hardening
nipples.

A soft cry emanated from somewhere inside Jennifer signaling her body's desire
to be fucked. Alyssa straddled Steve's legs sitting behind Jennifer. She pulled
Love's hips up and poised her twat above his erection working her fingers around
Jennifer's pussy as she held his cock straight as initial penetration was
achieved. Jennifer bucked at first twisting and bouncing her way onto his thick
shaft. Steve lay bound and gagged completely at their mercy. A passive
participant as Jennifer used him as a fucktoy while Alyssa held her steady,
caressing Jennifer's gifted breasts fondling her pubes as his mighty sword was
plunged into her soft tight hole.

Alyssa licked Jennifer's neck as she used the young nymph to fuck Steve with. He
lay there watching with a great deal of pleasure as Alyssa used Jennifer-love
Hewitt's post teen body to make love to him. He could feel his bloated cock
sliding between Alyssa's fingers as it sawed in and out of Loves cunt lips. Her
eyes began to glaze over as she surrender her mind to the climax building inside
her sex. Alyssa's hands touched her clit and pulled on her nipples bringing them
to stiffness. Throwing her head back Jennifer announced her orgasm, "Uuuuuuuhhh
Aaaaaagghhhhhhh!!" Her thrusts slowed to a crawl as her pussy pulsated hotly on
his penis. Alyssa stroked her partner softly, "Are you finished with me
Mistress?" Jennifer tiredly inquired. Lyssa licked around her ear lobe with the
tip of her tongue.

"Not just yet little one, I need one more thing from your delectable succulent
body." Jennifer tossed her hair to on side exposing her slim pale neck. "What?"
She moaned as her orgasm began to subside. As thinly veiled smile formed on
Alyssa's lips as Steve lay watching them. "Your blood."

He stared in horror as her mouth opened revealing a set of the whitest,
sharpest, longest, fangs he had ever seen. Steve screamed as she grabbed
Jennifer's face by the chin pulling it to one side, as she reared back and sank
her fangs into the unsuspecting girl's neck. "Steeve help meee....." Jennifer
cried reaching out to him. Her cries cut short as the succubus's teeth ripped
open her throat, Jennifer's body stiffened in shock as the vampire fed from her
veins blood dripped down her neck flowing in little rivulets between her still
heaving breasts, and streaming down to her pelvis. A sickening gurgling sound
came from Jennifer's dying body as the vampire drank from her fountain of youth.
Her body convulsed on his still hard cock as she went into her final death
throes, the once young and beautiful Jennifer Love Hewitt's eyes closed to the
dark side as the last of her life force was drained from her soul.

Jennifer's body was tossed aside it fell heavily next to Steve bouncing once
before resting for eternity.
His penis softened with fear as it sprang free from the confines of the dead
girls corpse. He looked up at the vampire's smiling face in complete shock as
she still straddled his immobile form. He lips and fangs stained bright red with
Jennifer's blood, which dripped from her chin. "Well now that the little tramps
out of the way it looks like I have you all to myself." She pulled down his gag
and yanked Sarah's panties from his mouth. "What's going on Alyssa? What the
hell did you just do to Jennifer!?" She laughed tossing her hair about her face,
"I'm vampire Steve. A real vampire, I have been for a couple of years now. The
consultant on the set of my movie EOV was a real vampire, go figure."

His mind chose to disbelieve what he had just witnessed. "Oh I know what you're
thinking." She mocked.
"There's no such thing as vampires. Well remember every myth is rooted in some
truth. We do exist, we can go out into the light, and eat garlic. But it is true
that only a wooden stake through the heart can kill us, and holy water burns
like hell. Oh yea and crosses do not have any effect on us." She licked her lips
as Alyssa took his limp cock in her hand, and tenderly masturbated him." Steve
was completely lost, helpless, scared he looked over at Jennifer's dead unmoving
body for any signs of life. "I'm finally glad to be rid of her, always perky,
lovable, smiling. Yeeeech!" Alyssa commented. He tried to figure out if he was
dreaming, but it was real, too real.

"Now, you and I still have a decision to make." Steve turned his head to look
up, her breasts stood out prominently as she sat poised over him stroking his
face. "You know I love Steve, I always have, and I always will. I know how
strong your love is for me." She leaned forward slightly, her breast swinging
out towards his face, her hands making him hard again. "If you truly love me,
let me give you eternal life. Forget about Bridget and the others, their beauty
will soon wither and die, while we will remain young forever. Join me my love,
and I will serve you, until the end of time." She jerked his cock faster as she
fell upon him kissing his mouth with passion of a thousand angels. Steve
struggled with the dark side trying not to surrender to this demon.

But Alyssa, or whatever she was, tempted his soul with her evil ways. He could
taste the blood in her mouth, a strong sweet bitter flavor it filled a hunger
inside he had never known before. She swiftly impaled herself on his new
erection, and rammed her cunt down to hilt, screaming into his mouth. "Fuck me!
Fuck me hard." She commanded humping his dick with a ferocious appetite gripping
him with all her strength. Steve had never cum so fast or hard in his life as
his cum boiled over and into his dark lover. She felt him blasting the inside of
her with repeated ejaculations, she knew he was hers. Slowly their lips
separated, she began to kiss the corner of his mouth, chin, jaw, and neck. "Will
you join me my love?" Alyssa whispered him one last time.

His eyes opened as her lips brushed his throat. Eternal life with such a
beautiful creature sounded like heaven. He summoned an answer from the depths of
his soul, turning his head to display his neck to her. Then he saw it, the dead
face of Jennifer Love Hewitt lying next to him, her beauty horribly mutilated,
her life viciously ripped from her. "No, NO I will not join you!" Alyssa head
came up stared at him face to face. "WHAT?!" He strained at his nylon bonds. "I
will not join you, my love belongs to Bridget." Alyssa's eye narrowed as her
face twisted in anger, "Would you die for her!?" He could feel her cunt
tightening about his penis. "Yes." She sneered at him with intense hatred. "Then
so be it you mortal fool." Steve tried to buck her of but she clamped her cunt
around his cock and him pinned down to the bed. He watched helpless once more as
she opened her mouth and bared her fangs to him. "Hope you enjoyed your last
fuck asshole!"

The bedroom door came crashing in being knocked completely off its hinges. Both
of them looked at the intruder. Dressed in a dark red leather bustier-body suit,
and black fishnet stocking Buffy stood in the doorway with her hands on her
hips. Steve couldn't help but notice the black thigh high boots and the way her
breasts were being pushed up almost out of the cups. Funny what you notice when
you're about to have the life sucked out of you.

"Get off of him you BITCH!" Buffy yelled. The she-devil howled as she sprang
from the bed lunging at the slayer. Buffy was startled at the speed with which
the naked vamp came at her. The two tumbled back into the hallway. The demon
managed to pin her to the carpet, Buffy pushed her off sending her back into the
bedroom. From there the two battled around the room, smashing vases, over
turning furniture, and slamming each other into the walls. At one point Buffy
had the evil fiend pinned down on the bed on top of Steve ready to drive the
stake into her cold heart. But like in the WWF the succubus kicked off just
before the three-count and hurling the Slayer back into the hallway. Still tied
to the bed he could only see their shadows on the wall as they fought out of his
line of sight. He saw a shadow of a figure holding a stake high in the air and
plunging it down into the shadow of its opponent. A blood-curdling scream filled
his ears as both shadows dropped from sight.

He strained his neck to see who the victor was. Buffy staggering in, her hair
disheveled and stockings torn to shreds. "Are you okay?" He asked worriedly.
"Yep just a bit of wardrobe damage." Buffy came over and sat on the bed untying
his bonds. "Nice ass, what a waste." She commented looking at Jennifer's still
cold silent body. He sat up shaking his arms out. "Are you bleeding?" She asked
brushing her finger over his lips. "No it's Jennifer's blood, what's going on
here?" Buffy looked at the nude body, ignoring his question. "Did you fuck that
vamp?" He nodded shamefully. She hurriedly untied his legs. "Give me a hand."
She urged pulling Jennifer's corpse to the middle of the bed. "We can still save
her."

Steve noted with relief that Jennifer was still warm. "Did the vampire cum when
you fucked her?" Buffy continued. "I think so." He responded wearily. "Okay then
the combination of her blood, and the vampires fluids should mean that your
sperm contains her life essence. If we work quickly you can bring her back to
life." Steve was bewildered. "So what do we do?" Buffy sat kneeling at the top
of the bed pulling the dead girl's head into her lap face down, and holding her
there by the shoulders. "You have to have sex with her." Steve winced at the
thought of necrophelia.

"Come on do it before she dies, we only have a few minutes before her body
begins to deteriorate."
Steve looked at the body laying face down, then gingerly spread the legs and
kneeled between them. He couldn't become erect no matter how hard he jerked off.
"Hurry we're running out of time!"
Buffy urged. "I can't!" He yelled caught up in the excitement. Leaning over the
corpse Buffy put her mouth over his soft wilted prick. Sucking in her cheeks she
bobbed up and down his member, licking it back to life. She could feel the
needed hardness being restored to his cock as she pushed its massive head deep
into her throat for extra measure before pulling off. Steve felt the angels rise
within him as the Slayer tongue coaxed his nine inches to life.

He moved his the head of his now stiff cock to the girl's lifeless vagina. "Not
there!" Buffy yelled. He stopped and looked up. "It has to be in her ass." A
muffled moan came from the corpse. "Hurry if she wakes up now she'll be a
vampire, and I'll have to kill her." The body began to wiggle and groan as if it
were coming to life. Using the saliva on his prick left there by Buffy he
massaged the tip of his prick into the now moving anus of Jennifer's now
reanimated body. The Slayer kept a tight hold on undead girl's head and
shoulders keeping her face down in her lap. "Hurry!" Buffy encouraged. Pressing
firmly against the pink closed ring of her anus, he forced the tip of his cock
to stretch out her butthole to enter her squirming rectum, it was a good thing
he had lubricated her with suntan lotion by the pool. It helped that she was
wriggling her ass as probed deeper into her rectal cavity, which felt warm and
moist. Her soft inner tissue glided around his intrusion, sucking it all the way
into her. "MMMMGGHHHH!!!" Steve pulled back straining against the tight anal
muscles that held him in an iron grip. At Buffy's urging he plunged into her
feeling her hole reluctantly accept him, the body surged as he pulled her onto
his pike. Steve was not long in cumming in her backdoor as he ass milked seamen
from his strangled dick. He felt relieved as his load hosed into her empty
rectum.

Buffy reached down and unsnapped the crotch of her bodysuit peeling the front
half up to her bellybutton. Pushing her fingers between her legs Buffy fingered
her flower, wetness soon formed on her sex, it's musky scent filled Jennifer's
nostrils.

Jennifer was still thrusting back impaling herself on Steve. Buffy released her
hold on her friend and lifted her head up. Jennifer smiled and kissed the
Slayers fuzzy peach patch, spreading her thighs Buffy leaned back as the reborn
girl licked and nuzzled her pussy. Buffy arched her back pressing her cunt into
her lovers face, rubbing her clit over her lips Buffy held Love's head in place
as she moaned softly. Her heated wet silt simply released a flood of cunt juice
for Jennifer to drink up. She wasted no time in slurping the Slayers life giving
fluids being sure to clean out her insides as far as her tongue could reach.

Steve just kneeled there relaxing inside Jennifer's butt. When she was done
cleaning Sarah, she sat up in his lap still impaled on his now flaccid meat.
Twisting her torso she gave her lifesaver a flirtatious kiss. "Thanks for
bringing me back." Her neck was still torn and she had blood all over her
breasts. The sound of clapping interrupted his response. It came from the corner
of the room where Alyssa risen from the dead had watched their carnal display.
Jennifer took the opportunity to remove Steve from her ass. Her hole made a slow
sucking sound and then a loud plop as his dick popped free. Sarah pulled her pal
off to sit next to her leaning on the headboard. Alyssa had put on a short black
bathrobe and was sitting in a chair. "Well that was quite a performance." She
said still displaying her false fangs, her mouth a mess of red blood. She hopped
out of the chair and joined them on the bed. "Hey Steve how about a blowjob?"
She smiled flashing her fangs. He flinched. "No thanks, I don't need a vasectomy
just yet."

Pulling her in close he wrapped his arms around her waist. "You guys had me
going there, until Buffy showed up I almost believed in vampires. Jennifer's
neck looked so real, I just about crapped when you bit her. " Alyssa laughed,
"Sarah had one of the special effects guys make it up, all I had to do was bite
into the thin skin like latex cover, and peel it back. The blood came from a
capsule I had in my mouth." Jennifer peeled off the latex patch of false skin
and tossed it to him. It looked so real, the latex was molded underneath the
resemble tissue, veins, and muscle, then artfully painted just the right colors.


"Whose idea was this?" Sarah balked, "It was yours remember you once told me you
had this fantasy about Buffy, kicking a certain little vampire ass." He nodded
slowly. "Speaking of asses." Jennifer turned to her fair-haired friend. "I
thought the script was for Steve to revive me, by making passionate love to my
body. Not by buggering my ass like some adolescent schoolboy!!" Sarah pointed a
finger at Loves chest, "That was to get you back for the night you called, and
made him butt fuck me! I was this close to having an orgasm." Jennifer laughed,
"Oh yeah I forgot about that." Sarah picked up the panties from the bed, "Are
these mine?" Jennifer nodded. "Oops!" Sarah sighed, "Why didn't you use your
own." Jennifer shrugged, "Mine were too small, and Alyssa's were too big."
Alyssa looked at her, "Are you saying I have a fat ass." Jennifer jumped off the
bed. "No just that Steve has a small mouth." The three hauled him off the bed
and into the shower where they lovingly washed off. Then spent twenty minutes
resting in the jaccuzi, Steve kept telling them not to sit on the jets if they
were going to giggle.

Finally they sat down to eat at 8PM Steve had cooked up some shiskabobs on the
barbecue, and the girls made some fried rice, and salad. Over dinner they
discussed the plan for tomorrow, Steve took some ribbing about backing out while
he still had the chance. As the night fell Sarah and Jennifer went home, leaving
Steve and Alyssa alone.

Turning out all the lights Steve lit a fire while Alyssa poured two glasses of
red wine. In front of the comforting glow of warm flames they lay on the rug
talking in quite tones. Tomorrow was to be a day of mixed feelings for both of
them, their love for one another had endured, flourished, and survived. Spun in
web of deceit, surrounded with gossip, hidden by half truths, and forged in
blood. They slept soundly that night, in the morning he woke up to find Lyssa
lying on top of the sheets, dressed in the same white gown she wore when he took
her virginity, this morning she would be his bride. Quietly, and calmly he made
love to her offerings. Alyssa remained passive her eyes closed, moaning and
shifting beneath him as he stirred her soul, moving within her. Only at the
moment of orgasm did she awaken and hold him tightly. He belonged to her and she
to him, they both knew it, yet they were helpless to stop the events unfolding
before them. It is an illusion that a man can control his own destiny. Though he
may choose which path to follow, his heart will always bring him home.

"Where are they?" Winona muttered. It was 2:45 PM, Steve and Alyssa were
supposed to be at the church at 2:30 PM. "Relax they'll get here." Bridget said
calmly. Ten minutes later her dad Peter popped his head in the door, "No sign of
them yet, want me to send out the cavalry?" Bridget shook her head, "No just
wait a bit longer." Outside Jennie and Sarah were keeping an eye out for them.
"You don't suppose they've gone to Vegas do you?" Sarah asked. Jennie looked at
her, "Don't even say that. Steve would never do that to Bridget and their unborn
child." Sarah shrugged her eyes peeled for Alyssa's red Mustang. "It was just a
thought. I mean you know how deeply they feel about each other, and Alyssa did
threaten to take Steve away from Bridget. You know how she can twist him around
her little finger when she wants to." Jennie kept looking down the road, "Alyssa
wouldn't betray us like that give her a bit more ******."
Sarah looked back at Jennie, "Maybe they we're both drunk?"

At 3:15PM Jennifer came outside, "Are they here yet?" They both answered without
looking at her, "Nope." She sighed, "We still can't get them on their cell
phones, Alyssa's keeps ringing and Steve's isn't working for some reason."
Inside Winona waited anxiously with the bride while Bridget's parents, Steve's
sisters, and Heather kept the guests occupied. They were considering having some
of the KOA staff go by the house.

By 3:20PM even Bridget was getting antsy, she called Sandy Bellamy in, "Sandy
could you ask Dan to have a field agent go over, and check the house?" Sandy
nodded and closed the door. She was about to fetch Dan when the faint sound of
sirens called her outside. There Peter, the girls and a few of the guests and
KOA surveillance team were standing on the steps.

In the distance they could see a police car leading a fire truck coming down the
road towards them the sirens getting louder every second. Nervously they looked
around for any signs of smoke. The police car pulled up just past the steps of
the old stone church with its lights still flashing. Behind it the yellow fire
engine rolled to a stop the cab doors opened and several firemen in thick yellow
coats jumped out. Peter and Dan walked down the steps towards them with Heather
and Jennie close behind trailing their coral pink bridesmaid dresses.

A wave of relief swept over them as Steve jumped down from the big yellow fire
engine wearing his dress blue Marine uniform complete with his officer's sword,
cap and white gloves. He turned, and with the help of several eager burly
firemen helped Alyssa in her evening gown out of the cab. Alyssa was putting on
her shoes and thanking the firemen when Peter and Dan, approached them, "Any
trouble?" Steve shook his head, "Just a tree and a cat. How's Bridget?" Peter
smiled, "Waiting." Phillip Brimly had also come out he was Steve's Best man,
Nancy was there too. "Putting out another fire eh!" He smiled. "I'll tell you
later." Steve said hurrying up the steps. Alyssa was still saying good bye to
the rescuers, when Sarah and Heather dragged her away, "Are you sure you guys
don't want to stay?" She asked. "Come Alyssa you two are thirty minutes late."
Heather reminded her as they pulled her towards the church doors. The fire crew
waved goodbye as their truck pulled away from the curb. "What happened to you
guy's anyway." Sarah bugged.

Alyssa quickly told them how on their way to the church Steve stopped to help a
little girl get her cat out of a tree. The cat was only five feet up so he
didn't think it would take that long. But cats being the finicky creatures they
are decide to make things difficult. Each time he got within arms reach of the
orange ball of fur the cat would climb higher up into the branches. Until it and
Steve were about thirty feet up in the air and out on a limb. Tragedy struck
when his cell phone fell out of his pocket smashing into little chips down
below, Alyssa had left hers at the house, so she had to go to place down the
road to call for help. Twenty minutes later both Steve and the cat where saved
by the local fire department. Only the cat seemed happy about it, recognizing
Alyssa and seeing that they were late for a wedding the fire chief offered them
a lift with a police escort. The other officer would drive Alyssa's car to the
church.

Steve saw them as they came down the isle, he could almost cry. Jennifer was a
vision of loveliness as the flower girl in her long formal gown with her hair
neatly tucked up in a bun. Alyssa, Jennie Heather and his sister Lisa made
stunning Bridesmaids, they were followed by Winona mysteriously enchanting as
the Maid of Honor. Lastly there was Bridget, escorted by her Dad, he could see
her eyes through veil covering her face. Sarah was the last one carrying the
six-foot long train of Bridget's gown. As the Bridesmaids moved off the side
Bridget came up stopping a few feet away her father turned and lifted the veil
for the traditional last kiss, before handing her over to her new husband.

Taking her arm Steve walked her the last few feet to the waiting priest. Someone
had already told her why he was late, he could see the smirk on her face. She
looked radiant in her white beaded dress with its wide slightly off the shoulder
sleeveless, v-neck design. The dresses long train seemed to flow out behind her.
Her mother's pearl necklace strung across the valley of her chest. Next to Steve
stood Phil his Best man and six Marines of the Honor Guard from a nearby base.
Since Steve still didn't have many close friends in town, it was Heather's
father's idea to invite an Honor Guard, he was friends with several local
commanders. Needless to say the marines were eager to volunteer when they found
out who's wedding it was, and who bridesmaids were, they had to hold a draw to
decide which six of the thirty-two-man platoon got to attend.

When they exchange vows it was Steve who shed tears, along with Susan and his
ex-boss Nancy, his sisters and the girls. "Gee look at that." Jack Nicholson
muttered. "I remember the good old days when it was the bride who wept at the
altar. What is this world coming to Rob?" Robert De Niro shook his head, "I
don't know Jack (sniff!)." As he wiped the tears from his eyes. Meg Ryan and her
husband Denis were sitting near the front, "Is he crying?" He whispered. Meg
smiled, "Yep, and you own me a night at the opera." Denis let out a low groan.

The girls watched in their pink custom designed formal gowns, the basic pattern
was the same, short v-neck slightly off the shoulders, and low in the back. But
to avoid the unpleasantness of wearing the same dresses each one was slightly
altered to the wearer's taste. Heather's neckline was wider, Alyssa's was lower,
Sarah had lace-embroidered shoulder straps and a small white flower sewn into
the V of the neck. Winona's was a subtle shade darker than the others, Jennie
had a lace trim added to the neckline, and Jennifer's was strapless. Each one of
them was wearing a single strand of pearls around her neck, it was his wedding
gift to them. He assured them there was no pun intended. The girls were joyfully
pleased with the trinkets.

They held hands throughout the ceremony to give each other moral support, and to
keep Alyssa from saying anything when the priest got to the, " Let them speak
now or forever hold their peace" part of the wedding. Hearts fluttered as he
lifted her veil for the first kiss, Steve caught the first glimpse of her
unveiled face. She had never looked so perfect, Bridget's eye's sparkled with
wetness, her cheeks glowed with the prospect of motherhood, and her lips formed
a slight smile. He came this close to kissing her, as he froze she leaned in and
planted one right on the kisser. He could feel the powerful beating of her heart
in sync with his own.

They turned to around as the priest presented them to their friends and family.
"It is my pleasure to introduce to you Mr. and Mrs. Steven and Bridget
Fonda-Colt." Walking back down the isle the Marines line up on either side and
drew their swords creating an arch for them to walk under. Steve halted just
after passing the last pair of guards. Bridget jumped a bit when she felt the
flat side of a blade connect with her buttocks." She looked back at the soldier
who had given her the customary swat on the ass, and shook her head smiling.
Steve and Bridget continued on down the carpet with the girls in escort
following. The ceremony was short only forty minutes, the group greeted guests
as they filed out of the church and then went to get their wedding photos taken.
Bridget insisted that each of the girls have a separate portrait taken with
Steve and her, in addition to the standard photos.

The reception was held at private golf club, dinner was a choice of seafood,
steak, or vegetarian dishes. The food was delicious but difficult to get
thorough as people kept calling for them to kiss. They requested that anyone
wanting them to kiss had to do a love scene, or a line from a movie but it
couldn't be their own. In a room full of thespians it was funny watching them
trying to out do one another.

After about the fortieth or so kiss, Robert Redford stood up and yelled out,
"Hey Steve you call that a kiss? Or I have to have to come up and there and show
you how a real man does it?" Bridget stood up behind the head table and waved
him up. Amid the claps and jeers he leaned over the table, and gave her a soft
romantic kiss that every women in the room envied. Steve just sat there and
laughed. Not to let an opportunity slip by his sister Lisa stood up and made him
kiss her too followed by Winona, Alyssa, and Jennifer. Jennie and Heather did
the same just so they wouldn't feel left out. Francs Ford Coppel shouted out
"Hey Rob this is no time to be holding auditions." Everyone laughed as he
flashed his famous smile, "Hey Steve tell you what, I'll offer you one million
dollars for one night with your wife." Steve grinned and looked at her. Bridget
laughed, "Tell you what Rob since it's you, I'll do it for a dollar." Steve
winced, as the women clapped. Rob waved as he walked back down to his table.

As dinner ended the usual speeches where made most were short and to the point.
Steve was welcomed into the family, by her Dad, who added they were delighted
there wouldn't be long waiting period for grandchildren. At two months pregnant
Bridget still had her thin shapely figure, with just a hint of the telltale
bulge.

Peter adjusted his glasses as he continued his speech, "Furthermore I'm secure
in the knowledge that Steve is marrying my daughter because he wants her body,
and not my money." Bridget blushed at the remark. "We tried giving him the money
but he just insists on giving it away." Looking at her he commented, "I wouldn't
open a joint account just yet dear." The crowd laughed politely while Steve was
initiated into the family. "When I first met this young man I found Steve to be
soft spoken, polite, confident, and he had a touching concern for Bridget. I
remember thinking to myself, this is exactly the kind of guy I like her to bring
home, he's probably gay. Not that there's anything wrong with that." The girls
enjoyed that little joke. "Well I guess we all know how wrong I was about that.
In all seriousness, we Fonda's know our Bridget couldn't possibly be in better
hands, so Steve on behalf of all of us welcome to the family." Steve pushed his
chair back and shook hands with Bridget's Dad on the way to the podium.

Steve addressed the gathering, "You know when all this began I thought, maybe I
can get an autographed picture of Miss Fonda, who knew I would end up with the
genuine item. Such is fate that plays strange tricks on those who tempt it. In
fact I did ask each of them for an autograph picture, and they all gave me the
same warm loving answer. Which was to write a letter to their fan club." Letting
the laughter die down he turned to his Bride, "Oh by the way dear I still don't
have one of you." Bridget laughed and got up, "I'm at a convention in two weeks
you can stand in line with the rest of my fans." Steve accepted her kiss on his
cheek.

Not to be out done, he smiled down at her, "I guess this is not the time to tell
you, but I've been a long time member of the Winona Ryder Fan Club." Winona
laughed and clapped. "But it doesn't mean I don't love you any less. I must
admit at first I was a bit taken with Miss Ryder. But she blew me off faster
than Star reporter. But as I began to spend more time with Bridget I found as
each day went by I found myself growing quite fond of her." He got booed on that
pun. "Indeed I am the lucky one to be here tonight, for I have discovered a
women of such singular precious qualities that words to define her do not yet
exist. And of her Bridesmaids I can honestly say they are the most wonderful
friends we could hope to have I wouldn't be here today without their care and
guidance. I should qualify that I'm not just saying that because I work for
them." The guests laughed politely as he ended his speech thanking his sisters,
Bridget's family and others for their support.

Winona got up to make her speech, "Steve Colt has shown himself repeatedly to
man of honor, fortitude, and serenity, beneath his calm demeanor lies the heart
of a gentle soul one which we have all come to know so very well over the last
seven months." Alyssa leaned over to Jennie. "She can say that again." Winona
looked down at her friend and lover. "I feel so gratified that Bridget has found
such a wonderful companion. I have watch with fascination, and awe these past
months as they have discovered their new life together. I have seen sparkles of
light grow in her eyes such as never before, and her spirit has bubbled over
with enthusiasm." She began to weep. "In Steve I feel blessed to have him as a
close friend, who's intense compassion and love for Bridget knows no bounds. I
wish them all the best in their new life together." Bridget stood up and they
hugged as Winona opened the floodgates. Steve got up and received a hug as he
helped her to her seat.
Bridget was the last on to speak, "Well talk about a tough act to follow, thanks
Winona." Bridget cleared her throat and adjusted the mike. "In a town of fast
movers and shakers, Steve has to be one of the fastest men I have ever known.
When we first met we hadn't even been introduced when he had his mouth over
mine." The crowd laughed politely. "His excuse was that I was unconscious at the
time and Winona had given him permission anyway. Oh by the way dear, I checked
with the Red Cross and CPR is not supposed to be done with your tongue in the
victims mouth." Steve felt it was good she could joke about their fateful
encounter. "I guess I should be thankful I didn't get pregnant a lot sooner."
Steve was being roasted alive.
Then her eyes softened. "However I feel blessed to be the mother of your child,
and I am so happy to your wife." She closed thanking her family and his, with a
special note to her friends. Each one stood up and gave her a brief hug before
she took her place besides her new husband.

With the speeches over the tables were cleared, people mingled outside while the
craters moved the tables to the sides of the room. Steve and Bridget went around
giving thanks, and collecting congratulations. Most people asked them how the
baby was coming along. The girls took their escorts around introducing them to
whoever they wanted to meet. Steve's sister's Lisa and Cathy only knew a few
celebrities so he joined them and made the introductions. Sigourney Weaver gave
him a warming hug as she met his sisters. "All my best wishes for you two and
the baby." Steve accepted a small peck on the cheek. "Thanks so much for the
bassinet."

Sigourney shook hands with Cathy and Lisa, they quietly talked about themselves.
A waiter appeared with a tray of drinks Steve reached out for the glass of
scotch he had requested. Winona walked over and quickly put a glass of red wine
in his hand. Steve gave her a look of protest Winona just smiled. "Well looks
like you've got him well trained." Cathy chuckled. "He's a family man now, and
he has to watch his health. Besides his insurance premiums are high enough
already." Winona joked. Steve made a face. "You're only my boss Winona, not my
wife." She put her arm through his, "You just remember we can have your paycheck
made out directly to Bridget." Sigourney smiled, "It's nice to see women in
charge for once." His sisters had big smirks on their faces, "This just keeps
getting better and better." Lisa beamed. Steve excused himself in search of
friendlier company.


He found Sarah, Jennifer, and their mothers talking with Patricia Richardson and
Nicolas Cage. He accepted their blessing and commented on how lovely they all
looked. "You two make me wish I was twelve years younger." Jennifer gave him a
wiry smile. "Nah we like older men, just kidding mom!" Sarah's mother reached
out and grabbed his hand. "I want to thank you for volunteering to walk Sarah
down the aisle on her wedding day." Jennifer's mom nodded likewise. Steve smiled
a decided to have a little fun, "Is that what she told you? They pinned me to
the floor and sat on me until I agreed." The group let out a little laugh. Sarah
looked at him with scorn, "Just wait till you get back mister. I'm going to
double your reps and work you till you drop." Steve feigned fear and responded
to her Mom. "I consider it a great privilege to give their hands away, Sarah and
Jennifer have become very special to me." The girls smiled, if their mothers
only knew the naughty things they had done together. "But I will have to approve
of the prospective husbands." Sarah rolled her eyes, "Oh great! That means I'll
be an old maid." Jennifer gave her a hug, "Don't worry knowing Steve, I'll
probably be keeping you company." Patricia put her hand on the girl's shoulders,
"Hey if he starts giving you a hard time just let me know, and I'll have a talk
with his Father-in-law." The girls gave her a high five. "Yeah!"

The newlyweds had just finished talking with Jennifer Aniston, and Brad Pitt,
when Phil came up ushered them into a private room. "There is someone here who
would like to see you two." Inside they saw a tall man standing by the window
holding a small wooden box. Bridget stiffened when she recognized the man. "My
sincerest best wishes to the both of you." He smiled walking towards them.
"Thank you James." Steve replied shaking hands. He smiled at the enchanting
bride. "You are a vision, but don't worry I'm not here to take Steve away from
you again. He's all yours now so take good care of him. I just wanted to pass on
my congratulations, and unofficially that of the President of the United States.
He also wanted me to thank you once again for serving your country one last
time." Bridget threw her arms around the spymaster. "Thank you."

"He couldn't give you a medal this time, so he sent these along instead." Steve
accepted the box made of highly polished teak. Opening it he saw the
Presidential seal emblazoned on the blue silk lining of the inside of the lid,
the box was full of Cuban cigars each secured in its own plain white metal tube.
He nodded. "Tell him we said thank you." Bridget replied. She asked him to stay
but James declined. "Someone has to watch the shop now that GI Joe has retired.
Besides how would you introduce me to your friends perhaps as your Uncle Joe."
Bridget chuckled. He bid them farewell on least time and left the room by a side
door. Steve and Bridget returned to their guests, he took a few cigars hand out
and gave the box to Jennie, to stash away somewhere safe. Jennie saw the cigars,
"Ooh marital aids for the honeymoon?" Bridget patted her arm, "They're too
small." Steve put his arm around his wife, "Besides she only smokes my brand."
She put her hand over his mouth. "Now that we're married, I quit smoking." He
frowned.
"Cold turkey ohh that hurts." He leered at Jennie, "Well I still have you." She
batted an eyelid, "Oh no you don't, I'm not doing anything the wife isn't."

The room was reopened and everyone gathered for the first dance. Ted Turner
acted as MC and introduced the newlywed couple onto the floor for the first
dance. "Okay everyone for their first dance Bridget and Steve each picked a
separate song neither of them knows what song the other chose. A week ago they
handed me the envelopes with the names, and the artists asking if I could line
up the singers for this special dance." He showed the envelopes like they
contained Oscar nominees. "We I'm please to announce that we did get the
artists, however there will a slight change in the program. Steve and Bridget
you will be happy to know that you both chose the same song, with different
artists. The song tonight will be "How Do I Live," preformed as a duet by Trisha
Yearwood at Bridget's request and Leann Rimes on Stevens behalf.

The couple looked at each other in awe as Steve led her out onto the floor. On
stage Leann and Trisha stood together in their black and slivery evening gowns,
held up by the thin spaghetti straps. Trisha waved to them, "Leann and I would
like to thank you for this special honor, and we wish you two all the best."
Leann lifted her microphone up, "And if the baby turns out to be a girl, you
might want to keep our names in mind." Trisha turned and nodded to the band,
they played softly through the chores before the girls joined in singing
alternate lines, Trisha took the opening line.

Steve placed his left hand in the small of Bridget's back as she offered her
left hand for me to hold and pulled her in close.

"How do I..."
"Get through one night without you..."
"If I had to live without you..."
"What kind of life would that be. "
"Oh and I..."
" I need you in my arms need you to hold."
"You're my world, my heart, my soul."
"If you ever leave..."
"Baby you would take away everything good in my life."

Turning in slow small circles he felt each single beat of her heart, she looked
into her husbands steady gaze as his chest heaved against her bosom.

"And tell me now."
"How do I live without you..."
"I want to know. "
"How do I breathe without you... "
"If you ever go. "
"How do I ever, ever survive..."
"How do I..."
"How do I..."
"Oh, how do I live..."

The girls gave each other a tiny smile of satisfaction, Jennifer's eyes were
leaking just a bit as Alyssa fought to hold back the tears. Even Heather was
close to coming unglued.

"Without you there'd be no sun in my sky. "
"There would be no love in my life. "
"There'd be no world left for me. "
"And I..."
"Baby I don't know what I would do"
"I'd be lost if I lost you."
"If you ever leave... "
"Baby you would take away everything real in my life "

Lisa and Cathy watched their big brother dance with his new wife, could anything
have turned out more perfect, Mom and Dad would have been so proud.

"And tell me now "
"How do I live without you..."
"I want to know. "
"How do I breathe without you..."
"If you ever go. "
"How do I ever, ever survive..."
"How do I ..."
"How do I ..."
"Oh, how do I live."

As the duet ended the wedding part took to the floor, Bridget danced with Phil,
Steve put his arms around her mother Susan, while her Peter was partnered with
Nancy. The bridesmaids took to the floor with the boys in blue. Winona didn't
have a partner so she hauled Matt out onto the floor, she found her relationship
becoming more intense with him, true he'd never share in what she had with the
others, but with a little work maybe he'd be okay

Trisha and Leann took their bow, and walked over to give the couple their
blessing Leann kissed Steve making him blush a bit as her teen tits rubbed
against his chest. Trisha gave him a polite peck on the cheek, she had the most
wonderful eyes.

The band played on and people flowed onto the floor. The wedding party broke up
and went their separate ways. Bridget and Steve went around separately talking
to guests and thanking them for coming. Thought out the evening they lost track
of each other among the two-hundred guests.

Steve stepped out onto the dark stone veranda for some fresh air. Walking over
to the marble railing he placed his hands on the thick parapet and inhaled. It
was one of those clear moonlit nights, he could smell the ocean a few miles
away. He turned upon hearing footsteps clicking on the stones behind him.
"Jennie, Heather." He could see their white teeth as they approached him in the
half-moonlight. "I wasn't sure it was you, all you guys look the same in
uniform." Jennie grinned. "That's the idea it's suppose to fool the enemy." He
countered. "You alright?" Heather inquired, standing on the other side of him.

"I must admit it's a bit overwhelming, but I guess I can get use to becoming
known as Bridget Fondas husband. I always thought I'd end up marrying a
secretary, or growing old with a dog." He put his glass down on the stone cold
railing and leaned on it. "I'm worried about Lyssa, do you think she's really
going to be okay?" Heather fielded the question. "She'll hurt for awhile but she
knows it's better this way." He studied her face against the bright background
of the lodge. "How so?"

Jennie tapped her glass with her fingertips. "Let's suppose you and Alyssa went
to Paris, would you choose a midnight cruise down the river Seine, or a go club
hopping." Steve didn't even hesitate, "Midnight cruise." Heather winced, "ooh!"
Jennie smiled sympathetically. "Alyssa would have chosen the clubs." He
acknowledged defeat. "I guess your right, but I dread the day she lets another
man into her life. "He let out a long low sigh. "I know I should be bigger than
this, after all I'm the one getting married today." Jennie put her arm around
his shoulder. "You two have strong devotion for each other, no one will ever be
able to break it." He nodded reassured. "All I know is that whoever she ends up
with better appreciate her, or I'll break every bone in his body." Heather
touched his hand. "Relax Steve, you can't go around beating up all of Alyssa's
boyfriends." Jennie nudged him, "But we wouldn't mind if you paid our
ex-husbands a visit." She and Heather laughed.

He retrieved his glass, "You know I never thought I'd say this, but I so glad
you two are already attached."
They looked slightly offended. "Don't look at me like that, it was absolute
agony trying to pick between, Alyssa, Winona, and Bridget. The only thing that
saved Sarah and Jennifer was their ages, just barely, and if you two had been
available, I don't think I would have ever made up my mind." Their faces
softened with the thought that he would have considered them for marriage. "Oh
sure Steve, now you tell us." Heather chuckled. "Yea, I would have dropped Peter
in a second, if you asked me to marry you." Jennie sighed. "If only we'd known."
Heather agreed. Steve smiled sarcastically. "Don't tease me." The girls laughed,
and presented their glasses for a toast. "You may you always be blessed." He
rang his champagne flute on theirs. "And may the both of you always be happy."
The high ringing of the glasses sung in the clear air. "I want you to know how
much I appreciate you two being the guardians of the group. I don't know how
you've managed to keep us all together." Heather patted him on the back. "It was
easy, the hard part was getting them to share bathrooms." Steve smiled, "I make
sure the new house has seven bathrooms."

"Hey guys." They looked over to see a short curvy figure coming towards their
little group. "Hi Alyssa."
They answered in chorus. Alyssa sauntered over to them, "We should go." Heather
gestured to Jennie. "You don't have to leave." The shortest member of the group
chirped up. "We should go check on our spouses." Jennie remarked. He gave them
both a hug as they kissed his cheeks.

Opening his arms he embraced her in the cool night air, like so often before she
slipped into his cloak of comfort resting her head on his chest. Steve carefully
patted the back of her delicately coifed hair. "I'm alright." She whispered. "In
fact I kinda feel sorry for Bridget." He looked down at her. "Oh, thanks a lot."
Her face was smiling as it came up, "What I mean is, I feel sorry for her
because, she has to share you. If I was in her shoes I don't know if I could be
so unselfish. I'd want to runaway with you some place, where no one would ever
find us." She held him tightly. "A tempting offer." They kissed like magnets
feeling the electrodes flowing between their bodies, pulling away from her he
produced a cigar tube. "Not much I'm afraid but, it's all I have for you until I
return." She snatched it from his grasp, "It's a bit small but I guess it will
have to do. I'll have it tonight before I go to bed." He managed a creepy smile,
"Smoke it, or?"

Alyssa smirked as she shoved the slim metal tube down the front of her cleavage.
"Why don't you just think about that tonight when your boffing Blondie."
Touching his chin with the tips of her fingers she had one last piece of advice
for him. "By the way when you are humping the Missus and you feel that surge of
excitement about to break loose from your balls. However much you may want to,
don't scream out my name, it might ruin the moment." He let out a laugh, "You
know, I've heard that five times tonight already. But to be honest, your name is
the only one I may be in danger of moaning." They listened to the rhythmic
chirping of the crickets, and the soft music coming from inside. Slowly they
began to turn to the music rocking in each other's arms. Alyssa quietly picked
up the words from the song.

"It's amazing the way you speak right to my heart..."
"Without saying a word, you can light up the dark."
"Try as I may I could never express."
"What I hear when you don't say a thing..."

"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me."
"There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me."
"The touch of your hand say's you'll catch me if ever I fall..."
"You say it best, when you say nothing at all..."

"All day long I hear people talking around"
"But when you pull me in, you drown out the crowd..."
"Old mister Webster could never define."
"What's being said between your heart and mine..."

"The smile on your face lets me know that you need me."
"There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me."
"The touch of your hand say's you'll catch me if ever I fall..."
"You say it best, when you say nothing at all..."

When you say nothing at all
Allison Krause & Union Station


The song ended as Holly-Marie came out onto the patio. "There you two are. They
turned to see Holly waiting by the doors. "Hi Holly." Alyssa chirped drying her
eyes. Steve turned away and sniffed. "Everything okay?" Holly whispered. "Yep
just dandy." Alyssa quipped. "Come on in, its' time to throw the garter, and
bouquet." Alyssa pulled him towards the door. "Let's go that bouquet has my name
on it."

They entered the ballroom arm in arm, Steve scanned the floor to see Bridget
slow dancing with Eric Stoltz. He was one of her ex-boyfriends, and probably the
closest one, they had even lived together for a while. Bridget still had
feelings for Eric. That's why she was so relieved that he and Steve got along
well with each other. When Steve was in hospital Eric introduced him to Ben
Affleck, Charlie Sheen, and others. Sometimes she wondered if they compared
notes on her, but she doubted it. Neither was the kiss and tell type, in many
ways they were very much alike. They didn't do things just to impress others,
and they were very passionate about their work. It wouldn't be such a bad idea
to have threesome with them, but she doubted they could handle it mentality.

As the music ended Uncle Ted announced the tossing of the garter. All the
bachelors gathered at on end of the floor with Bridget sat in a chair in the
middle. Steve he'd to dance in to ZZ Tops "She's got legs." Kneeling before his
Bride she teasingly lifted the hem of her dress over her leg, then the
petticoat, then another petticoat, and another petticoat. Until she exposed her
curvaceous lean legs encased in opaque white nylons. "Look at him drooling."
Cathy pointed out to Steve's other sister. "That's drooling? Wait till tonight."


Bridget made him remove her garter with his teeth, the girls were hollering the
loudest. His nose rubbed along the inside of her thigh as he pulled the elastic
martial down her leg. Having a bit of trouble getting it off the heel of her
shoe he waved it in the air as he stood up. Without looking back he flicked it
over his shoulder, it landed short of the group of men. They all dove for the
prized garment forming a pile on in the middle of the floor. When they extracted
themselves from the tangle of arms and legs. It was Matt Damon, Winona's new
beau who came out with the trophy. "Gee Winona, guess what you'll be wearing to
bed tonight." Sarah poked. Winona shot her a glance, "You're demented."

The flowers flew through the air, Charisma managed to tip them with her fingers,
from there they bounced off of Courtney's head, and into Winona's grasp. Where
Jennifer knocked them out of her hands, and into Alyssa's lap as she lay on the
floor. Alyssa looked up almost apologetically at her. Winona reached down and
helped her friend up off of the floor, giving her a big hug.

The girls left the floor as Alyssa sat down in the center. Matt approached and
Alyssa lifted her dress up slowly. "Please tell me she's wearing underwear."
Winona whispered. "Oh she's wearing I made sure."
Heather answered. "It's Jennie who's naked." Jennie half turned. "Funny." Matt
was disappointed he didn't get to see much more than upper thigh. Alyssa wasn't
going to give him a free show, especially not since Winona was her friend, and
lover. As the danced his peaked down Alyssa's cleavage, was that a cigar tube
down there?

As the men line up for a dance with the Bride, Steve watched from the sidelines
with Charisma, Holly, and Shannon. While he wasn't screwing them on a regular
basis he had come to know them fairly well as did as the girls. "If someone told
me all this six months ago, I'd never have believed it." Shannon put her hand
over his, "I guess it's proof that good guys don't always finish last." Jennies
fiancée Peter came over asked Charisma for a dance, he and Steve exchange polite
smiles. Charisma accepted and went with him, tonight he was actually polite,
sober, and well behaved. After that incident at the New Years bash Jennie had
made him apologize to Alyssa and sleep in the bunkhouse for a week. Maybe with a
bit more training she could shape him into the husband she deserved. Jason
Priestly came over and requested Shannon's pleasure, "Sure bro." It was weird
watching a couple who used to play brother, and sister dancing so close
together. Steve wondered what Jason would think, if he knew about Shannon and
Jennie. Then again maybe he already did. "Well I guess you're stuck with me." He
offered to Holly-Marie. "Hey I'm not complaining." She smiled linked her arm
through his.

Holly felt eyes on her as Steve walked her out to the floor. She wondered what
they were thinking. As they circled around in each other's arms, Holly kissed
him on the cheek. He looked down at her. "In case I never said it, thanks for
Alyssa." He nodded. "I should thank her, she's an amazing women, and I owe
Alyssa so much." Holly rested her head on his shoulder. He looked across the
floor where Heather was holding on to Richie. He had begun to treat her better
since Steve had returned. He didn't know if Richie had finally realized how
lucky he was to have her, or if he was jealous of the relationship Steve and
with his wife.

Perhaps Richie sensed there was something between them, something that he and
Heather had lost which he was now trying to win back. In a way he was right, for
as much as Heather still loved Richie in all the facets of their relationship,
but one was missing. It was security Richie could never give her that
comfortable feeling of being protected and secure. He was often caught up in his
own stardom, he still did a little coke, and slept around on her, but he tried
to keep it discreet. For now there was only one man who made Heather feel safe,
she gave him a small smile as they passed on the dance floor.

Out of the corner of his eye Steve saw Jennifer Love dancing awkwardly with Dr.
Kwan, he was now on retainer for KOA as a medical expert. It bothered him a bit
to see them dancing together, he wondered how Kim would feel about his new life.
Something inside made him hold Holly closer, she felt a soothing warmth enter
her body as he caressed her back. She hugged him tightly. "It's okay, I love
still you."
Holly looked up at him, neither of them knowing why she had said those words.

As the song ended Courtney came over and relieved Holly. The two girl's exchange
innocent smiles as Holly thanked Steve and left him Courtney's care. "What was
that all about?" He asked sweeping Courtney into his arms. "Let's just say Holly
and I have gotten to know each other quite well over the last few weeks." A sly
grin came to his face. "I can only imagine." She smiled back, "That's right you
only can." Steve had to force himself to keep a respectable distance away from
her as they turned around the floor. He suddenly realized how similar she and
Bridget looked, perhaps that's why he was so enchanted with her. "I can't wait
till you come back, Heather and I have something very special planned for you."
She teased. "Oh do tell." He asked excitedly. Courtney smiled widely. "Suffer."
He let out a small groan.

Shannon was next, "Hey Steve, you and Bridget look fabulous tonight." He placed
a hand on her hip and took hold of her left hand. "I am glad you are with us
tonight, Shannon." She moved closer to him. "So am I, it feels good being part
of something doesn't it?" He nodded. "I like you Steve you have character." He
smiled, "Your pretty unique yourself, Jennies lucky to have you." She was drawn
in by his gravitational pull. "We're all lucky to have you. By the way that scar
along your side, it's new isn't it?" He nodded, Shannon must have noticed it
when they had sex last week at her house. "I could tell you where I got it, but
then I'd have to kill you." He half joked. No doubt she'd asked Jennie, who
would tell her she got over zealous with the whip.

Charisma gave him a small wave as they past by, she was now dancing with one
lucky Marine. Steve smiled back at her, she had been a wonderful older sister to
both Sarah and Jennifer. She had take the time to befriend both of them with
love and understanding that could only come from an older sister. He wondered if
it was she who had made them aware of their bi-sexuality.

Steve thanked her for the dance as his wife, came over. "We should go and change
dear." With Winona and Sarah's help she gathered up her train and departed. The
others excused themselves and followed along. All eight of them piled into a
stretched limo, and took a short drive to the rented bungalows on the property.
They had arranged to use two adjacent units just so they had a comfortable place
to change, after the reception they would drive to hotel near the airport and
fly out early the next morning. The girls would use one unit while the bride and
groom would go next door. The girls waited outside and clapped as he hoisted the
bride in his arms, and carried her over the threshold.

Steve had just put on a robe while he hung up his uniform. Bridget was lying on
the couch with her eyes closed still wearing her fifteen thousand-dollar wedding
dress. Steve heard a knock at the door, opening it he found the girls all
changed into short summer dresses of various patterns and colors. "Come on in."
They each gave him a small hug and kiss as the filed past. Bridget sat up as the
gang entered the living room. Winona and Jennie helped her out of her dress,
Heather opened the garment bag it was to be packed in. Steve poured some tall
glasses of ice tea while they helped Bridget undress. When he was finally down
to her lingerie he oogled her choice of a white bustier with push up lace bra,
satin bikini panties, stark white garter belt, and white nurses stockings.
Standing before her new husband in just her undies, stockings, and heels made
her feel deliciously sexy.

Alyssa, Jennifer and Heather packed the dress and petticoats mindful of the
expensive hand sewn bead work. "Well Steve what do you think of your new wife?"
Sarah asked as Bridget did a little twirl. He licked his lips. "I think it's
really warm in here." Sarah gave him a shove towards Bridget who trapped him in
her arms. "Come on we don't have much time." Steve looked at her, "For what?"
She pulled him down to the floor, Jennifer, and Winona threw down some cushions
for her to lean on. "We have to consummate the marriage remember." Steve was
getting a bit nervous, "Here? N-now?"

She smiled that simple way he had seen her do hundreds of times before. "I think
they have earned the right to share this moment with us." He looked around as
the others were getting undressed, and arranging themselves in a circle around
him. Sarah undid his robe as Jennies lips took his soft cock into her mouth and
motivated him to become hard. Jennifer and Heather eased Bridget back against
the pillows while Winona naked except for her bra and stockings, got down
between her lovers legs and kissed her scented lovehole. He looked around him it
was the first time he had seen all of them naked, or half-naked at the same
time.

The idea was simple each of the girls would lay between the newlyweds taking
turns paying lip service to Bridget, while Steve would mount each of them from
behind for a few precious strokes. By the time he had gone through all six of
them, both he and Bridget should come to a very satisfyingly loud climax.

Jennie pulled off his penis a string of saliva stretched between her lips and
the tip of his cock, which she playfully licked off. He settled in behind Winona
as she carefully licked Bridget's pussy lips. Winona was playing with herself
with one hand slipping her index finger in to her hole in anticipation. As he
sank his rod inside above her finger he saw that the others were also preparing
themselves for him.

Heather and Alyssa had their fingers deep inside each other, Jennifer already
had Jennie begging for Steve's cock. While his wife was nibbling on Sarah's pert
young breasts as she fingered her wispy blonde cunt lips. After a few deep
thrusts Winona pushed him back, and lifted her head from between Bridget's legs.


She traded places with Sarah, Steve teasingly rubbed the tip of his dick against
her bum, swinging back she slapped his thigh hard enough to leave a handprint.
Steve yelped and pressed forth into her smallish cunt. Sarah moaned as her
tongue slipped into the bride. Sarah rocked back as her vagina engulfed him
feeling his fullness. Bridget fingered her friends gaping snatch as they French
kissed. Sarah whimpered as Steve had as much of her as he could without cumming,
he was dangerously on the edge.

Sarah moved up beside Bridget, Winona moved over into Jennifer's arms as Jennie
sidled into the breach. She gave him a wink as she went down on his wife. He
worked the head of his cock between her labia when she pushed back impaling
herself on him almost knocking Steve off his keaster. He watched her blonde head
bob up and down as she licked Bridget's now messy wet slit with her tongue.
Steve pumped her a little extra hard than he had Sarah, knowing she would enjoy
it. When he felt her tighten around him he pulled out, Jennie crawled out from
between them.

Jennifer took her turn, Sarah joined Winona, and Jennie moved beside Bridget.
Bridget embraced her with the same deep passion she had the others. Jennifer's
lips felt so nice as they tingled her wet heated sex down below. Steve mounted
Jennifer with care and gentleness, despite their many sexual encounters she
still found it difficult to take his size sometimes. It took patience and care
to stretch Jennifer's narrow lips to accommodate all of him. He had just worked
his way inside the slim pixie when he had to withdraw. Like the others she was
disappointed he wouldn't be cumming in her tonight.

Bridget was about ready to scream as Heather's soft full lips brushed against
her tender sensitive clitoris.
Jennifer encased her mouth with her own muffling Bridget's cries. Alyssa watched
as Jennie crawled over to her while Jennifer lay beside Bridget as Steve entered
Heather.

Winona and Sarah were well on their way to an orgasm enjoying a pussy rub. Steve
tried to detach his mind as he thrust inside Heather, her built for fucking body
was doing its best to make him release his sperm. She kneeled before his wife
with Steve deeply embedded in her slick with the juices of the preceding four
lovers. His aching sore penis came out of her with a moist sucking sound, Steve
was panting for breath as was Bridget who's slit was now drenched in saliva and
her own body fluids. Bridget released Jennifer's breasts as she moved away.
Heather looked into her glazed eyes as they kissed, Bridget tasted her nectar on
the blondes mouth. Jennifer moved on to Jennie, the contrasting pair followed
Sarah and Winona's example, by inverting their bodies to engage in a little
pussy rubbing.

Alyssa shyly kneel between the couple, in all this time the three of them had
never been together. Perhaps it was an unconscious effort to avoid any kind of
discomfort. Obediently she leaned forward and subjugated herself before them.
Bridget opened her legs wider to accept Alyssa's mouth on her. Steve gently
inserted his bursting organ into his mistress. Steve and Bridget used her as a
conduit between them, she could feel his surges through Alyssa, and he thrust
into her using Alyssa's tongue as the tip of his penis to make love to his wife.
Heather continued to touch Bridget's chest enhancing her pleasure warming her
breasts.

Lyssa serviced both of them to the best of her ability. The warm inner lining of
her vagina pulled firmly on Steve's throbbing organ, urging it those last few
steps to release it's precious seed. Her soft pliable tongue flicked at
Bridget's extra sensitive clit sending small shudders through the bride before
Steve ignited the spark that would consume them in ecstasy.

Feeling an uncontrollable urge to explode Steve pulled out, and pushed Alyssa on
top of his wife. Bridget kissed her as Heather just had time to move her hand
from between them. Steve quickly, and with great care picked a hole. Bridget let
out a short low gasp as her husband entered her for the first time. It was a
swift smooth stroke. The girls had oiled her passage well to receive him and she
felt none of the usual discomfort of initial penetration. Her soul expanded to
accept him as they assimilated into one being. Alyssa who was sandwiched between
them continued to be aroused as their bodies massaged her between them, managing
to work one hand down her trapped torso and between her legs she fondled
herself.

Steve only had time for a couple of short thrusts before the dam broke sending a
flood of semen flowing into his Bride. A warm glow enveloped the trio, Bridget
wrapped her legs around Alyssa as Steve emptied his seed into her. The room
filled with cries as the girls reached their peaks, looking around she saw her
companions clinging together in limbo as their orgasms washed over them.
Exhausted he withdrew as his soft member allowed collapsing in a heap. Lyssa
rolled off of Bridget to lay on the other side of her, listening to the squishy
sounds of fingers being extracted from wet satisfied pussies. Heavy breathing
echoed in the air.

Winona glanced at her watch "Not bad Steve, seven women in fifteen minutes."
Jennie detached herself from Sarah, "That's got to be some kind of record."
Alyssa stood up a bit wobbly, "That is the kinkiest thing I've ever done."
Heather got up, "It'll be tough for Steve to top that, hope the honeymoon
doesn't get boring." Bridget smiled at her, "Oh I think I can keep him
interested." Steve sat up, "I have a great idea, why don't all of you come with
us." His wife gave him a cold stare, "Oh no, I'm willing to share you with them
for the rest of our lives. But for the next seven days you're all mine." Steve
frowned like a little boy,
"It was just a suggestion." The girls giggled at him.

Helping Bridget to her feet Winona, and Sarah took her into the bathroom to
clean up. Heather and Alyssa got some bowls of hot water from the kitchen and
facecloths. Quickly and efficiently they cleaned up and redressed. Bridget came
out in a sky blue floral print dress, Steve changed into a dark gray suit.

Sarah picked up the phone went it rang, "Uh huh, okay send the limo back for us,
we'll be there in five minutes. Thanks" She hung up, "That was Shannon, people
are beginning to miss us." Jennifer glanced over fixing her lipstick, "We've
only been gone forty minutes, don't they know how long it takes Heather to get
beautiful?" The senior member of the group combed out her long blonde tresses.
"Watch it kiddo, I may be getting old but I can still steal a scene you. Besides
I may take a little longer to get ready, but I'm worth it." The others gagged on
her joke. They gathered for one last big group hug, "I owe each one of you so
much, how will I ever repay you." Steve reflected. Jennie smiled at him, "Well
you've given us your heart and soul. You've bled for us, cried for us, almost
died for us. I think that should just about cover it." Winona smirked, "Yea, and
if not we'll let you work it off." The others made kissing noises.

The honking of the limo's horn pulled them apart as they made for the door. The
girls helped Steve take the luggage out to the car where the driver loaded them
into the trunk. When they were almost done Steve pulled Winona aside. "I wanted
to tell you earlier. I think you're very special for sharing Bridget with me. I
will remember that always." She put her arms around his shoulders and pulled him
in close. "I know you'll be very good to her. Just promise me you'll invite me
to dinner a lot." Steve kissed Winona's open mouth her tongue playfully licked
at his. "Hey you two." They pulled apart turning to see his wife standing in the
doorway. "You two could at least wait until after the honeymoon, before having
an affair behind my back." Winona smirked "Just giving him a goodbye kiss.
Besides in six month's you'll be begging me to fuck your husband for you. "
Bridget walked, "Your probably right. Now where's my kiss?" Steve stood and
watched as Winona kissed his wife almost as passionately as he had. "I love
you." Bridget whispered they both began to cry clutching on to each other for
the longest time until Winona pushed her away. "Now go on and get out of here
before I decide to come with you." Steve put up his hand. "Don't even think
about it Steve." His wife bantered as she took it down and led him outside.

Arriving back at the clubhouse the couple went around bidding the guest's
goodbye. While the girls mingled with family and friends. At the door they said
Bridget hugged her parents, and her new sisters-in-law. Steve shook hands with
his new family and hugged both his sisters. "Hey do you two want my autograph
now I'm famous." Lisa kissed him on the cheek. "No just give us your ****** card
that will be okay." He balked. "HA!" Cathy gave him a hug. "And were calling you
collect from now on every Sunday." Steve knew he had no choice, they had become
close friends with Bridget and the girls. Phoning him was just a pretense to
talk to them. The girls hung around the shorter limo, as the bags were
transferred waiting to see them off. The couple gave each one a final parting
kiss, "Don't do anything Jennie wouldn't do!" Alyssa called out. "That doesn't
leave much out." Heather commented. Jennie rolled her eyes, "The abuse I take."
People waved goodbye as the chauffeured car drove off into the night. The gang
watched as the car's taillights disappeared in the distance, as it turned out of
the gate. The rest of the crowd filed back into the club.

Alyssa suppressed the urge to giggle, Jennie gave her a nudge. "Okay out with
it, what did you two do." Heather demanded to know seeing the looks on their
faces. Sarah and Jennifer started to giggle. "You didn't put anything
embarrassing in Bridget's luggage did you?" Winona probed. Alyssa shook her head
trying to remain calm. "No, of course not." Jennie cracked a smile. "But we did
put bottle of Viagra in the bottom of Steve's suitcase." She laughed. Heather
put her hand over her mouth. "I wish I could be there to see the look on his
face went he goes through Customs." Alyssa cried. The others broke out laughing.
"We also put a blow up doll in the side pocket." Winona was laughing with them
now, while Heather remained disgusted. Sarah wiped a tear from her eye, "Ya but
it gets better, we wrote Winona's name on its forehead!" Winona stopped, "That's
not funny." Sarah put up her hands, "It was Jennies doing." Jennie turned and
walked quickly to go back inside the clubhouse. "Get back here you. I'll get you
for this Jennie!! Just you wait!" Winona yelled after her.

At the end of the evening when most of the guests had departed, Bridget's mom
Susan gathered the six girls together leading them towards a meeting room in the
club. "Bridget and Steve wanted you to express their appreciation to you all in
a special way. She told them as she opened the door, there on a large table in
the middle of the room was big wicker basket. The girls gathered around to look
inside. Jennie was the first to let out a stifled squeal reaching in she plucked
one of the sleeping puppies from the blanket. The girls let out a collective
"Awwwww!" Nestled in the deep basket were three kittens, and three puppies each
had a nylon collar with a plastic nametag of the intended recipient.

The girls gently lifted the babies into their arms and sorted them out. Jennie
was given a sandy colored retriever, which nestled it's self into her arms
licking her exposed chest. Winona's black kitten woke up staring at her as she
cuddled it to her breast. Sarah's little black and white ball of fluff was
trying to lick her nose as it meowed. Alyssa and her beagle puppy instantly fell
in love with one another, she loved its big floppy ears. While Heather's cocker
spaniel just looked at her with those big dark eyes wagging its tail madly, and
Jennifer's Siamese kitten was tiredly nuzzling his head into her cleavage.

Heather picked out the dog-eared note that was in the basket. "To our friends
thank you for the gift of life. These treasures are our gifts to you. May they
bring you, as much love and happiness as you have given us.
Bless you all. Steve and Bridget"



(The next day on the island of St. Martinique)

"They're not mine, honest!" Steve stammered nervously. As the female customs
agent removed the bottle of ***** from his suitcase. "What are these ***** for
sir?" The agent next to her whispered in her ear making motions with his
fingers. The young woman's eyes grew wide with surprise. Dropping the container
back into the suitcase with a slight smile she put the rest of his things back
on top. "It's none of my business." He looked around, thank God they had taken
Uncle Ted's private jet and there wasn't a long line of passengers standing
behind him. "It's okay dear, no need to be shy." His wife said smilingly.
Bridget's bags were already checked and determined to be clean. Although Winona
had packed her old school uniform from Lakeside Acadamy, it was folded up and
didn't arouse more than a curious glance. She was surprised it still fit her,
since she was seventeen the last time she had to wear it. Of course it was
shorter, and she'd have to tie the shirt up into halter-top, but that would
drive Steve wild.

Bridget was trying her best to keep a straight face. But when the agent opened
the zippered side pocket, and pulled out the inflatable love doll. Bridget just
had to burst out laughing, "Oh darling I never knew." She whispered in a giggle.
The agent just smiled, and placed it to one side. "I'm going to get them for
this. As God as my witness, I will get them." Steve whispered in calm determined
voice. Bridget was too broken up to acknowledge him. The customs officer finding
no contraband repacked the suitcase, and stamped their passports. "I hope you
two wonderful honeymoon." She smiled brightly. Bridget thanked her, and the
staff writing out a few autographs for them posing for pictures.

Steve put the bags on a cart and waited quietly, hoping the press didn't get
wind of this. A few photos later Bridget joined him and they left. "Don't worry
they see shit like that all the time. Besides the Spice Girls are coming through
here later today, you'll be forgotten by then." Steve just looked straight
ahead, "I'm still going get them."

They spent the afternoon snorkeling among the reefs in the crystal clear water.
Steve was happy to see her confidence had completely returned to the water. The
form hugging orange swimsuit she wore displayed the slight rounding of her
belly. Bridget wrapped a blue and green tropical shawl around her waist as they
walked barefoot along the beach. Steve wore tan shorts and no top, his scar had
faded to pale white line. Stopping to rest on a fallen palm tree the newlyweds
watched the sun sinking into the ocean. Bridget leaned back in him arms, his
hand wandering down her ribs to rub her tummy. She kissed him as her fingers
laced themselves within his own, together reflecting on the life that stirred
inside her womb.

The horizon glowed brightly as the sun dipped beneath the waves as they lapped
up onto the fine white sand. The cool air whisked around Bridget's shoulders
while she warmed her back on his chest. Feeling her shiver slightly Steve picked
her up in his arms, and carried Bridget back to the cottage. The rising tide
washing their footprints from the sand, and seagulls flocked above the waves as
they retreated to the sanctuary of each other's soul preparing to share the days
that lay ahead.

"(When I first saw you, I saw love. "
"And the first time you touched me, I felt love. "
"And after all this time, you're still the one I love.)"

"Looks like we made it"
"Look how far we've come my baby"
"We mighta took the long way"
"We knew we'd get there someday

"They said..."
"I bet..."
"they'll never make it"
"But just look at us holding on"
"We're still together still going strong"

"(You're still the one)"
"You're still the one I run to"
"The one that I belong to"
"You're the one I want for life"
"(You're still the one)"
"You're still the one that I love"
"The only one I dream of"
"You're still the one I kiss good night"

Still the One
Shania Twain


EPILOUGE

After the honeymoon Steve and Bridget moved into a medium size ranch not to far
from Jennies. The one-hundred acre ranch was a gift from Bridget's family. It
had a two-story house with eight bedrooms a pool, stable and six-car garage.
Bridget sold her old house in L.A. but kept the New York place, Steve's old
place was kept as a safe house the girls still liked to gather there.

Winona bought them a pair of horses as a wedding gift a brown mustang for
Bridget, and a white Arabian for Steve. Hers was a male, his was a gelding Steve
didn't think too much of her sense of humor. Jennie told him geldings were
easier to control. Heather said he should feel lucky they didn't have him fixed.
Winona also bought herself a horse a black mare she named Heathers. As a favor
to Winona they boarded her horse too, since she lived in the city. Later that
year the Sarah, Jennifer and Alyssa purchased horses too keeping them at the
ranch. Bridget had her other horse Carmel transferred over from her dad's place.
The other girls got together and bought them a Land Rover XL, which to Steve's
chagrin they put the SUV in Bridget's name.

Steve never did get them back for putting the blow up doll and Viagra in his
suitcase. It was pretty hard to yell at the girls when he came back to find them
lying around the pool in very skimpy bikinis. Especially since not one of them
was wearing a top. Steve pointed to the ten-foot high pine fence surrounding the
yard. "You know if there's a knot hole in that fence one photographer could get
all of you." That's when Shannon, Jennie, Charisma, Alyssa and Sarah wrestled
him into the pool, fully clothed. Once again reminding Steve they could do
anything they wanted to him, and in return they would do anything for him.

A few months later Bridget, and Steve were stunned to discover she was carrying
twins, neither family had a history of twins and the odds of such an occurrence
was astronomical. Bridget was thrilled to be having twins, this meant she could
have two children without going through labor twice. Steve was worried about the
having to raise twins, especially, if they were girls. As her pregnancy
progressed Bridget became too incapacitated to perform her wifely duties. Winona
moved in with them for the last couple of months to help Bridget around the
house, and in the bedroom. It wasn't too much of a burden on her as the others
dropped by once a week to help out. Even Charisma, Courtney, Holly and Shannon
dropped by, Bridget didn't mind as she was being given constant massages. Once
in a while the girls would remember Steve like a neglected plant, and give him a
little watering now and again.


The Agency was a smashing success assisting in less then thirty-law suits in its
first year, which collected seventy million dollars of which the agency got five
percent. It even assisted the police in capturing four stalkers, and two serial
killers in the LA area. Its membership grew to two thousand in the first six
months, the agency soon opened up offices in New York and Paris. Soon it
branched out to cover famous people including heads of State including former
President Bill Clinton and CEO of large corporations such as Bill Gates. (Sorry)


In mid October of 1998 after only ten hours of labor, Bridget gave birth to
Calista Winona, and Katrina Alyssa. Both namesakes were asked to be Godmothers,
Steve handed out the rest of his Cuban cigars. He was glad they had their
mother's blonde hair and blue eyes.

"Well they will be two of the most protected little girls in the entire
country." Heather observed. "Yep, but they won't get to go out on many dates."
Alyssa said dryly. "That's okay I have a feeling Mom's going to cover for them."
Winona laughed. "Remember the days mom used to sew a dime in your bra so you
could phone home." Jennie reminisced. "Well I bet Steve has locator beacons put
in theirs." Sarah giggled "Ya or listening devices." They all laughed, then
suspiciously eyed their own tit holsters. "He wouldn't dare would he?" Heather
stated. "We'll have to put locks on our underwear drawers." Jennie remarked.
"Jennifer already does." Sarah blurted out. "I do not." Her companion yelled
back. To help Bridget care for the twins they hired a team of four nannies from
Singapore.

Sometime during summer of 98 Alyssa fell in love with a man she met at a party,
Cinjun Tate. The girls grilled her to make sure she wasn't just rebounding from
Steve. Cinjun was a Louisiana boy, a rock musician, and everything that Steve
wasn't, he was crazy, fun and whimsical. He and Steve didn't exactly see eye to
eye on anything, except Alyssa. Without her knowledge Steve had Dan run a
background check on her new beau. He didn't find anything other than the usual
small time possession of weed, and a few drunk and disorderly charges, a couple
of speeding tickets.

It bothered Cinjun that she was very close with Steve, who had become very much
her older brother and was extremely protective of her. Cinjun had read about
their relationship in the papers along with the other girls but he never
understood it. Alyssa told him Steve was a sincere and good friend, making it
clear that he would always be part of her life and Cinjun had to accept it. But
also she went to great lengths so that Cinjun wouldn't feel threatened. She told
Steve she like the way Cinjun made her feel alive, and he was lot's of fun to be
with. She made them both promise to make an effort to get along together. It was
only because of the deep devotion they both shared for Alyssa, they grudgingly
agreed.

In the new TV season Alyssa, Shannon, and Holly Marie launched the pilot of
their new show, "Charmed."
It was about three sisters living together in San Francisco, who one day
discovered they were witches. The pilot show was a huge success, setting a new
WB record for the most viewers almost twelve million people tuned in to watch
the little witches. Although it didn't exactly become Buffy the Vampire Slayer
(which was rated 125 in it's first year, later to become a cult classic.) it did
survive the first season. The stories were good enough to hold interest and when
the ratings dropped so did the girls necklines, which kept viewers interested. A
couple of week s after the show first aired, the Halliwell sister's cast a spell
of sexual lust on Steve one night, and used him as their witches toy in ways you
can not imagine.

Just after the twins were born Jennifer broke up with her boyfriend Will
Friedly. Not that she had ever gone all the way with him. Jennifer schedule was
too busy and he couldn't handle her growing popularity, while his career stayed
the same. He was also resentful of that other man in her life. Shortly after
Jennifer's mom moved in to her apartment, much to Sarah's dismay.

Sometimes Steve would get together with one of the girls for a quite evening,
during these times they would make sure that one of the others was with Bridget,
and she would always wake up the next morning to find her husband sound asleep
beside her. She never regretted sharing him Bridget felt it kept them close. She
found it ironic that the next day she could be having lunch with a woman her
husband had been intimate with the night before. Other than that the sexual
escapades were limited to quickies, where ever, and whenever they could. Other
times they would have a girls only slumber party, and Steve would be left to
care for the twins while Bridget had a break.

After announcing their engagement on Christmas Eve Alyssa and Cinjun wed on New
Years Day 1999, they got married in New Orleans. Everyone was surprised at the
speed of the engagement. It was a small ceremony, Steve and Bridget declined an
invitation because of the twins. The others couldn't make it due to family
commitments but they sent along lots of flowers. Only Holly and Shannon along
with Alyssa's family were able to attend. Knowing the sadness he felt, Alyssa
asked Bridget to have a single red rose sent to Steve, embedded in a heart
shaped box of chocolate covered cherries. The card said, "For my truest love,
you will always be in my heart."

Steve went ballistic when he saw the nude photos of Alyssa romping on the beach
during her honeymoon.
Since it was a public beach there was nothing they could do about the photos.
Cinjun tried to stick up for her telling Steve to layoff, and that she wasn't
his wife. Steve started in on him saying it wasn't his naked ass all over front
page of the Globe. Alyssa had to step in between them to prevent things from
getting physical. She apologized to Steve, of course he couldn't stay mad at
her. The meeting ended with a big hug, (Alyssa and Steve, not Steve and Cinjun)
it felt good knowing she still needed him to look out for her.

As the years went by the group kept in touch on a weekly basis and they made an
effort to get away together at least two weekends a year in a quite out of the
way spot so they could stay bonded. The called it a KOA board members retreat.
Often Holly, Shannon, Courtney and Charisma were also invited to come along.
They would forever remain an intregal part of one another's lives.

Although the sexual escapades slowed to a trickle, every once in a while the
group would enjoy reruns.
Whatever paths their lives lead them down the girls remained close, and Steve as
always watched over them.



THE END

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