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From the Desk of the Superintendent of Police
Nymphomania Sex Police Department

* * * Official Press Release * * *

Due to commitments requiring my immediate attention, I must respectfully submit my resignation as Chief to the Mayor of Nymphomania, effective Immediately.

As my last official act as Chief, I am hereby Promoting SSgt Pafe to Acting Superintendent and Cpl Satoire to Interim Deputy Chief pending the official promotion from the Mayor's Office.

I may return from time to time to lend my expertise, but retirement is looking good when it includes spending time with Family.

Respectfully Submitted
Chief Azrielle
Superintendent of Police

Today, Cherish Emery Clearwater was alive. Today the real battle would begin. Today I would reclaim what had been stolen from me. Today I would fight. This was to be the last time the nightmare of my reality would invade both my home, and my dreams. Today I knew what to do. The witch, in her icewater mansion, would not be claiming me but instead treat me as kin.

The sun had barely broken the horizon when I noted the subtle difference between yesterday and today. The sound of the raven pecking at the window was absent. The sound of silence took its place. The air was still outside, as the sunrise tried to push aside the fog enveloping the ground. I covered myself with a robe that barely hid anything, and less than that below mid thigh. The air outside the cabin was like a ghost, swirling mist about with the gentle sway of the breaze.

I paddled my feet outside, barefoot. I listened to the sound of nothing. The cool fog raised goose bumps on my skin and I whistled. Just like Stephan had taught me. Buck and Dollar snorted through the fog and came to me. They were as equally happy to see me, as I saw them. I grasped Dollar's mane, and whisked my ass onto her back. My robe fell open, and I didnt give a dam. I bent over her neck, and clipped my heels into her flanks. She took off at a gallop, with my open robe billowing behind me. She was fast, and Buck remained close behind her.

The robe slipped from my arms and I rode her back, completely naked. The flight of her hooves shod with steel rang out. I felt alive. The wind wipped my face as I ducked under a low branch at the last minute. I began to race against the wind, and it felt good. I slowly and gently nuzzled my face into Dollar's neck. She slowed to a trot, then a walk, then stopped. Buck was right beside us. Both mares snorted loudly with the sound of the waves gently lapping upon the shore. I dropped from Dollars back and stood between them. The heat from their flanks warmed me while my legs felt the wind whip up. I let my feet stand in the water before I stepped further in. The icewater of gichigoomie washed away the sweat on my skin before I began a slow liesurely walk back to the cabin.

I was grateful for the fog. It hid the fact I was naked, from prying eyes. I was grateful for not having explain why my hair was wet, or how it happened. When I finally stepped onto the porch of the cabin, it was only Buck and Dollar who saw me. I wrung out the water from my hair onto the planks underneath my bare feet. It was Buck who gave me a forceful push with her snout, before I stepped into the cabin, and got myself dressed.

I chose my clothes with deliberate purpose. I chose them to both hide my femininity and display it at the same time. I made sure my brassier firmly held in place the globes that protruded from my chest. I hid it all beneath a sweater that gently hinted at the curves. Below my waist, I encased myself with denim that fit loosely, yet also gave no doubt about what being a woman was about. I had hips. Upon my feet, I unrolled warm wool socks that I slipped into my boots. I had only finished tying my laces when I heard the rap of knuckles on the doorway.

"Good Morning, Cherish." I heard Wally's voice say.

"C'mon in. I'm decent." I remarked.

I was bent over, with one foot perched on the seat of the deacon's bench, as I released my fingers from my boot laces. There was no mistaking the bulge in Wally's jeans when I stood up and faced him. He noticed my eyes had dropped, when I finally looked back up. Neither of us said anything. We didn't need to at that point. He'd seen and liked what he saw, as I had seen and equally liked what I saw. I then reminded myself, that I was still only sixteen. The monster that stood beside me earlier, retreated back inside to find the place that was her's. It was all I could do, to keep myself from planting a big kiss on him, and not stop until we were both completely naked on my bed. The monster silently roared inside of me and fell silent.

"Uhm, breakfast?" I asked innocently.

"Erm, yea. Breakfast." Wally replied.

I looked down again. I couldn't help myself. For that brief instant, I saw again what I liked and I looked away. I didn't dare myself to look into his eyes. I'd be so guilty of anything he wanted to playfully accuse me of.

"Chores. Wood Pile, Stove Box." I demmanded... no, commanded.

His lips fell against mine an instant later. There was no mistaking it. I wasn't dreaming. My hands snaked to behind his neck. His hands wove around my waist.

"First, and last time, Cherish." Wally spoke to me, as he broke away.

"Not when you kiss like that, Walter." I whispered and kissed him right back, before he could get away.

I pushed myself away, before my clothes ended up on the floor along with his. Being this alive had begun to change me. I no longer wanted to hide. I wanted to shower his lips with kisses, until they turned blue from lack of oxygen. I wanted to run my fingers across the playground beneath his shirt. I wanted to feel his hands against my bare skin. I wanted to feel his breath against my neck while we made love. But my mind shouted at me to behave myself. It was going to be the only kiss I would ever want from him and give back to him, for a long time, and I knew it was true. My heart raced, it collided head on with reality, it shuddered to a stop, then died at the scene of the wreckage. We both looked at each other and we both knew. Not today. No, not today. Definately not today, but there was always the promise of tomorrow. Tomorrow was going to be a long time before it became today again.

"Right, Breakfast." I noted.

"Wood, Stove Box." Wally noted.

I noticed his bulge was bigger and I giggled silently to myself. I made a mental note to put some salt peter in his scrambled eggs, or we'd both be in a lot more trouble than I already was. The clock had ticked barely sixty seconds from when Wally had rapped his knuckes on the cabin doorframe. I gently ran my finger tips across my lips as I finished walking in a daze towards the wood stove. The sound of his boots told me he'd gone back outside. The strike of a match, the drop of the flame onto a patch of tinder in the firebox. The heat smouldering against the kindling, before it ignited into flames. Finally the roar of dry wood before my hands opened the dampers. Then I felt his breath on my neck behind me. I shuddered involountarily.

I turned myself around and pressed my ass against the stone cold iron that began to draw heat from the flames inside the firebox. I kept my head and my eyes upon the floor, as I regained my sense of composure and modesty. I heard the wood being dropped into the stove box. I stepped away from the slowly heating stove, and I purposely averted my eyes from meeting his.

"Don't do this, Cherish." I spoke within my head. "Don't do this."

I blinked my eyes, and finally looked up. His eyes looked like he was a wounded puppy. I had done that to him and it wounded me too. My heart leapt into my throat and caught my voice.

"Walter?" My voice stammered.

"Don't do this, Cherish." Wally faltered.

"How do you want your scrambled eggs?" I asked, playfully. There was a pause... a long, distinct pause.

"... Cooked, preferably." Wally chortled.

We both laughed. It felt so good. I felt alive, and back in control of myself. The monster within me, roared once, then again, and again. With each roar, I laughed. I laughed louder, and so did Wally. It was perhaps the best medicine we could give to each other. By the time Stephan walked into the cabin, the stove was hot enough to start cooking breakfast. I was giggling happily to Wally, when Stephan gave me a good morning peck on the cheek.

"How many want Coffee?" I asked as I reached for the coffee perk.

"Better make it an urn, Cherish."

In the roughly twenty minutes it took for the wood stove to be heated enough, the fog had lifted and showed how many to be expecting for breakfast. There were no fewer than perhaps thirty trail bikes and quads parked outside the kitchen window, at the rear of the cabin. Each of them equalled a single rider.

"Then you gents had best be organising the lads to wash up and make themselves presentable at my table." I quipped.

"Yes, Ma'am." Stephan quipped right back.

I got myself busy and shooed both Stephan and Wally out of the cabin. I found the biggest pot I had on hand and pumped the crank at the sink until it was just over half full. The pot sizzled when it met the hot stove iron. I dumped an entire bag of coffee grounds into the water and topped the pot with a half teaspoon of salt. I then walked outside and began directing the troops to do my bidding.

"I want the path cleared between the cabin and the kiln. You have thirty minutes, Gentlemen." I shouted to no one in particular.

Moments later the sound of a chainsaw, and the topple of sapplings, along with small trees began to reverberate in the air. There continued to be the sounds of directions and compliance between the men as the work progressed. There was over ten years of dead fall and grass, interspaced with new growth that hid the stone path I remembered as the little girl with twin braids. But these men found it, and finally scraped the moss and lichen from atop the smooth stones I used to walk in barefeet upon. By the time they were done, I had mixed enough biscuit dough for more than six dozen biscuits and the baking trays all took alternating turns in the small oven inside the cabin.

I glanced sideways at the clock above the desk and noted almost a full hour had transpired. But it didn't matter to me. Happy memories were being made into new ones, as I ladled fresh coffee into a sieve that dripped into the coffee perk and another jug I had found in the cupboards.

I looked outside to see the lads had erected a wash station which I gratefully whispered silent thank you's that it faced away from the cabin. Thirty or more naked men outside my kitchen window might be too much entertainment for me to handle after having shared that solitary pair of kisses with Wally. The raw materials for this simple erection of wood, had been transplanted from what previously hid the path to the kiln.

"Alright Gents. Wash-up!" I shouted out the window.

By the time I got outside armed with a cooled baking pan of biscuits and the larger urn of coffee, there was a single file of the lads with canteen cups and clean hands waiting for the simple breakfast I had made. The old picnic table that had been previously overgrown within the old path, appeared as their breakfast table. I ran back inside to get the pot of scrambled eggs I had made, in addition to the second large pan of biscuits. When I came back out, I found the tray and coffee urn equally empty.

"There's more biscuits and coffee." I giggled.

I ran back inside with the empty tray and urn to get them refilled. While I was ladeling more coffee through the sieve, I looked out the window to see Wally staring at me. I blew him a kiss, which was a fatal mistake on my part. The lads had been watching and made no bones as they transplanted Wally, with his hands behind his back, in front of the kitchen window. They demanded a kiss from the Cook. I looked at Wally for a stay of proceedings, but my eyes failed to convince the jury. With both my hands busy juggling the final load of biscuits, and the refilled urn of hot black coffee, I planted a single kiss on his lips. While my lips were busy, greedy hands absconded with my burden leaving my hands now free to fondle his neck.

"Cherish..." Wally began to say.

"You're not wearing a towel either." I quipped and released him.

The lads carted Wally away from me and were in the process of embarracing him further when I heard Stephan behind me in the Kitchen, seated at his spot at the table, eating his breakfast.

"You'd best be taming that down a knotch, Cherish." He noted.

I was now so busted, and I didn't care. Not one single bit.

"I may not be able to much longer." I admitted openly.

"For your own sake, Cherish... You'd better." He warned me.

His affectionate warning reminded me once again, that I was only sixteen. I bit my lip where Wally's lips had touched mine. I didn't feel embarraced, but I knew that there would be others who would speak lies to lawyers, who could spin it into whatever was needed, to make a judge see their point of view, and render my wishes invalid. I had seen it happen before. It had happened to me before. It wasn't going to happen again. Not now, not ever. Never again.

The sound of high powered twin outboard engines began in the distance, and signalled what today was going to be. I was now determined to make it the end of my old life, and the begining of the first day of the rest of my life.

I had my own fill of stew, and grabbed a biscuit from the plate. I savoured each mouthful as I watched the two hungry men polish off pretty much everything else. When they were finally both done, I started to get up from my chair to begin clearing the table.

"I'll wash, you dry." Stephan commanded to Wally, and gave me a look that told me I'd better plant my ass back in my chair at the table.

"The cook doesn't do dishes in this house." Stephan added.

"Noted." Wally spoke, and began stacking dishes and cutlery.

I sat myself, with one foot on my chair, the other on the floor. I rested my head in my hands upon my knee, while both Stephan and Wally cleaned the dishes and neatly stacked them on the side board.

"... I got your message... Came as quick as I could." I overheard Stephan speak quietly to Wally.

"... Jack knows she's here." I heard Wally answer back.

"... That'll be a problem." Stephan noted, and then he looked straight at me.

"While we're at the Courthouse tomorrow, Jack will probably be back." Stephan spoke to me. "The boys will be here to keep him off the property."

"Do we need them all, or should we keep some of them back, in reserve?" Wally mentioned.

"Nope, all of them..." Stephan remarked. "... It'll be the only thing Jack Clearwater undertands."

I was now a little scared. I knew my cousin was a complete asshole, but what could he do? Then the realisation set in. If there was no one here to stop him, he'd burn everything to the ground, so there'd be nothing for me to come back to. That was what Jack Clearwater did. If he couldn't have something, then he'd make it so there was nothing for anyone else to have either. He'd scorch the ground and leave nothing, making it worthless.

"The boys will be here before first light, and make themselves at home." Stephan spoke.

While it was comforting to know I had guardian angels watching over me, Jack was like the angel of death. I knew what he'd be doing. If he wasn't in the hospital recovering from the swift kick I'd given him, then he'd be loading a quad with extra cans of gasoline, and a hunting rifle. I looked at everything within the cabin, and as if to protect it from harm, I began to collect everything I wanted to spare from an inferno.

"Whoa there, Cherish." Stephan spoke softly as he grabbed me.

"... But..." I began to speak.

"Don't you be worrying about anything." Stephan stated.

"You just be getting Buck and Dollar bedded down, and Sergeant Mathews and I will worry about what needs to be done." He added.

Stephan gave me a playful swat on my ass, and I giggled. I left the two rangers inside the cabin and walked outside barefoot. Both Buck and Dollar were standing alongside each other and looked up, as I came towards them.

"Howdy, girls." I spoke softly as I rubbed Dollar's snout.

Buck playfully pushed her neck into my back, as if to ask me to uncinch her saddle. I ran my hand across the space above her ears and she snorted with a wriggle of her neck. It took me but a few minutes to quickly stow Buck's saddle and tack across the rail of the porch, before I walked her with my hand on her bridle to the water trough. I cranked several times on the pump to begin filling it. I noted the heavy layer of sweat on her coat, and knew immediately that Stephan had rode them both hard to get here.

Dollar's burden of cargo bags, I managed to lift off, but not without some difficulty. They were heavier than they normally were. I didn't stop to look inside, but from the sound of a chink of heavy metal against the porch planks, I didn't want to know either. Dollar followed behind me, perhaps thankful I'd taken the load off her back. She followed me to where Buck was drinking deeply from the trough, and joined her sister. I cranked several more times on the pump, and completely filled the trough this time. Dollar sank her snout into the cold water, as if to thank me.

I quickly gathered a bucket, two hand brushes and a bar of soap from the tack bin next to the shed. Stephan had brought all these supplies with his first visit, with no doubt he'd be needing them for Buck and Dollar. Buck waited patiently for me to lather Dollar's coat, then took her turn in stride before both mares had an even coating of suds. With both my hands having a brush strapped on to them, the mares let me alternate between them, until the sweat from their hard ride was nothing but foam on them. The splash of cold water from the bucket dipped into the trough, then onto each other in turn, was repaid to me with them both shaking water onto me too. By the time I was done, I was as equally soaked to the skin as they both were.

The drying time took considerably longer, but both mares seemed to be enjoying the attention I gave them. I took my time brushing their coats evenly, with a wee bit of flaxseed oil on the brushes. When I was finally done, both Buck and Dollar's coats shone like wet paint. I put the soap, brushes, bucket and bottle of flaxseed oil back in the tack bin and retrieved their blankets. Both mares playfully wriggled their necks in turn, as I draped the blankets over them.

The last thing to do, which I never really liked to do, but was a task that needed to be done, was run the hook and files on their hooves. The last time I had ever done this, I was but a little girl with twin braids, and the mare had kicked me in the shin for my efforts. This time though, both Buck and Dollar were gratefull to have the mud and small pebbles from the trail cleaned from their hooves. Neither of them even flinched as I ran the hook against their steel shoes, and scraped the muck off. Buck gave me a swat with her tail accross my shoulders, when I finally finished her hind hooves.

Buck and Dollar just snorted to each other, as I stowed the hook and file where they belonged. I left them together at the water trough and walked slowly back to the cabin. From inside, there was the sound of both Stephan and Wally talking about what needed to be done, and it made me smile to myself. They had their work to do, and I had mine to do. The cargo packs still needed to be emptied, and the horses needed to be fed.

I wasted no time considering the contents of the one cargo pack that made that sound of metal inside it. The other cargo pack contained what I needed to find. A large bag of mixed barley and oats, along with Buck and Dollar's monogramed feed bags. If nothing, Stephan was a man of habit and always packed the cargo bags the same way. I also found a small jar of liquid honey that both mares would eat like it was candy. I took my time preparing their feed bags. I decided they both deserved the treat of the honey after they had both worked hard bringing Stephan here. They deserved it.

With the feed bags in my hands, each having an equal measure of the barley and oats, sprinkled with each an equal measure of honey, I found Buck and Dollar waiting for me. With their ears pulled back and their eyes on the feed bags, I giggled as they both stuck their snouts inside in turn. Like greedy little pigs, they both finished their feed at almost the same time. I took off their bags, and rinsed them in the trough before hanging them inside out, inside the shed. Both mares had their eyes on me when I returned.

"Now, you girls have a good sleep tonight. I'll seee you both tomorrow." I spoke softly to them both.

I stopped myself barely halfway from the shed. I looked at the cabin, standing there in my barefeet. It was my home. I had made it my home. I was determined right then and there, that it was going to remain my home. I left the second cargo bag where it was, but I scooped the remaining contents of the other into my arms and went inside. I found Stephan and Wally looking at the map on the wall. My entry made them both stop talking. I really didn't want to know what it was they had been discussing.

"The other cargo bag is your's, Uncle Stephan." I mentioned.

Stephan gave me a look, that I knew what it was inside the cargo bag. The sound of metal against the wooden planks of the porch was distinctive. It was a heavy sound, which meant what was inside that cargo bag was meant for only one purpose.

"I'm going to bed now." I spoke.

My announcemt came as no surprise to either Rangers. They both kissed me on opposite cheeks and headed outside. The cabin was my home, not theirs. My bed was a welcome sight as the setting sun bathed it in a glow of copper and crimson. My wet clothes, I hung over the end rail of the bed before I climbed naked between the sheets. The only sound I heard when I closed my eyes, was the sound that brass made when fitted into feed pawls, and the quick snap of a breach cover being shut. Tomorrow was only going to be the beginning.

Asleep, a so very restlessly asleep. Images haunted me. They were explicit in detail. The snap of a heavy belt, and the sting that immediately followed. Tears flowed. Tears like a river of endless sorrow. Tears without ending, only another beginning. Then, the tears stopped. The last beating stopped with them. This time, something else gave rise to pain. The blood flowed and I wept. What was taken, was now lost, forever. In its place, remained shame. I fled into the small closet and wept. Like snapshots from a camera, they filled my slumbering mind. I wept in silent dispair.

Then I remembered. The daisies. The water lilies, and the smell of the air after an early morning rain. I remembered the cold water washing away my shame. I remembered the single sharp stab that preceded the blood. I remembered everything. Everything I had shut away, and it all came back to me in a flood. The blood, it flowed, and my tears joined them. I shouted a silent scream.

I awoke covered in sweat. My bedding was soaked. This time I remembered. This time I didn't shut them away in the place where I had forgotten them. This time I felt the courage to shred them to pieces. To remember, a thick poker vibrating inside of me. I remembered, and the monster within me stood beside me, to breathe fire. I slumped back down, my breath struggling to find my lungs. I stared at the rafters above me as the first glimmer of the morning approached.

wowsers!

that's quite the welcoming comittee we have... I'll jusy have to do the same and jump in to give you huggles until you explode!
Now everyone be nice to hettie and give her some room to breathe.

... and you better write a story for the contest - or else!  hehehehehhehehhehehhe

Mwah!
Az.

Well, as they say... "Let the Buyer Beware"... Perhaps you'd be wiser to be keeping your A's to yourself.

Giving gifts to the WHORES, just perpetuates their existence.

Azrielle
Superintendent of Police
Nymphomania Sex Police Department.

Like a gentleman, he did not even glance sideways at my ass, as I bent over the tub to draw myself a bath, while he exited the cabin. I could hear his boots step down the porch as I opened the window over the bathtub. From my vantage point, I could just barely see the top of his crew cut mane. My jeans hit the floor, along with my panties, shirt, undershirt and socks. I gave up trying to unhook my bra and just slid the straps off my shoulders then spun the garment around so I could see what I was doing. Now naked, I plunged myself into the bath to what felt like a thousand knives trying to cut me. Thankfully, the water did wonders to help me rein in the monster that was still trying to get the hell out. Armed with a bar of soap, I finally spoke.

"Walter, did you have any reservations for dinner?" I quipped.

I swathed the soap across my body and began pealing the dirt and sweat from my trek throught the woods off myself. To me it seemed perfectly normal to have a conversation with a man probably more than fifteen years older than me, though doing it naked did seem a little weird. Hell, I even started shaving my legs before wally spoke.

"Sorry, no idea. Did you have anything planned?" Wally asked in return.

I finished my legs and began lathering my hair in a thick layer of suds, and deliberately took my time making it clean. My bathwater turned not only cloudy, but also a tinge of grey as well. I stood up in the tub, soaked a fresh wash cloth in one gush from the pump and flopped the soaked cloth on the window sill with the bar of soap. I draped a bath towel across my front and let it hang, to at least offer myself some modesty.

"Wash my back for me, please?" I asked politely

I stood facing away from the window, clutching the towel in front of me and bare assed to the window. A quick flutter of wind through the window, reminded me of my semi-private towel and I flipped the corner of the loose end of the towel to cover my backside. I didn't look over my shoulder, but I knew from the slosh of the wet wash cloth, he had picked it up and was lathering some soap into it. The stone cold cloth was like an icicle melting against my back with the warmness of his hand meeting my bare skin from time to time. He started at the top and worked his way down, and I didn't mind at all. My arms just did not contort to those hard to reach places. When his hands were dangerously close to my ass, and turned myself around.

"Thank you." I simply stated.

I must have been a frightful sight, as he instantly averted his gaze from me. The gentle wind coming off the lake gave me a face full of musky male scent, and it almost loosed the monster within me, but I somehow managed to control it. With one of my arms clutching the bath towel in front of me,all I could muster from myself was to notice the still dripping wash cloth and the bar of soap in his hand. I somehow managed to keep my only modesty from dropping into the cold bath water.

"Ok, Walter. Since you're already armed, you get the lake shore." I spoke clearly as I stared into his eyes that returned to mine.

"...How about some rabbit stew? It won't take long to make." I offered for dinner.

"Sounds good." Wally answered, but he seemed a little confused.

With my towel hanging precariously close to exposing my chest and my rock hard nipples nailing the towel to my left forearm, I twirled my right hand in a gesture to have him turn about-face. I was so gratefull when he did and quickly wrapped the bath towel around myself then cinched it tight. Facing away from me, it was only now that I could appreciate the long-tall-drink-of-water he was. Even though his clothes hid most of his physique I could tell he had an esquisitely sculpted back and equally inpressive backside. The monster within me, dam near got out that time.

"Ok, I'm decent." I muttered, yet almost stammered.

Outwardly, I was calm, cool and collected. But inside of me, my heart was pounding in my chest and my pulse was racing like a thoroughbred. The beast was flooding my veins with hormones at an alarming rate and I didn't know if I had the strength to resist. Though I didn't truely know what was happening, my mind managed to flash an image of a bitch in heat, before I gave the monster one last push, back into the dark recess, where it belonged.

Wally turned himself around once again, and his steel blue eyes melted me into a puddle. I felt the fabric of the bath towel become tight across my chest and threatened to come loose from the cinch I had made. My subconscious body language was screaming to him as I arched my back. My heart fluttered and released the beast. Prickling sensasions danced across my skin beneath the bath towel as I realised I was getting horny. I could feel the heat flush my face and felt it flow like rain across a rooftop down to my belly.

"Cherish?" Walter spoke. "Sorry, if I embarraced you."

His voice brought me back from the precipice I was about to topple from. To have fallen into that abyss would have been the worst possible thing for me at that moment. To my sweet surprise, blushing felt good. Also being able to disqinguish the different heightened sensations I felt. The monster was still trying to break out, and I wasn't letting it.

"Nope, don't be sorry, Walter. I'm pretty sure you already know the effect, that thousand meter stare you have, has on a girl." I giggled openly.

"Uhm, yea. Sorry about that. I'll be mindful not to be doing that, when you're wearing a towel." He quipped back at me.

As if it was what was needed for me to control the monster, I continued to giggle and Wally broke into a hearty laugh. I could feel my blush starting to quickly subside, and along with it the wave of hormones the monster released during its attempted prison break. Being honest about that moment made all the difference this time. I was still horny, but able to control myself, instead of becoming the monster I despised.

"Alright. I am going to start dinner, and you get your ass down to the water and scrub up." I chortled because I was still giggling.

"... And you may as well just drop your clothes into the bath here and I'll start scrubbing them down too." I added.

"Yes, Ma'am." Wally laughed.

It was a good thing I had gone to the kitchen for the next several minutes, but I did hear the barely audible sounds of clothes being dropped into my still full bath. It took me all of five, maybe six whole minutes to grab the stew pot from the dish rack, fill it half full of water, add a little salt, slice several wild turnips into even size pieces, and dice two handfuls of potatoes into the pot. I crushed in two small cloves of garlic, one teaspoon of sugar and a handfull of dried dill weed, before I dropped in the already skinned rabbit I had hanging in the pantry. I slammed the lid down over the pot to make sure it sealed and shot several more pieces of wood into the firebox. Dinner would take about an hour to cook.

My rushing about let me focus, and to not even think of the naked man I had lurking about. When I came to my senses and checked the bath tub, I was so relieved to see his clothes did not include a pair of boxers or briefs. Unfortunately, I didn't know he wasn't wearing any. When I looked up throught the open window, I saw everything I really didn't need to see, in addition to everything else. He was buck naked and his body shouted that he was definately male.

"Oh... yea... Now that's what I'm talking about." I whispered to myself.

I didn't suppress my giggle at all and it felt good as I ducked out of sight before Wally noticed if I had been peeking.

"Excuse me Sergeant. Need a towel?" I offered.

The one I was wearing was off in a flash, and I draped it onto the open window sill. I didn't wait to find out when he got it, but I was fairly certain that if he peeked, he'd have seen me pulling a pair of plain white panties over my ass and dropping an equally plain tee-shirt over my head. Something completely naughty in me, had me half facing the open window. Had Wally been looking, he'd have gotten a completely unobstructed view of my left side profile, as I stepped into a simple jean skirt, before I pranced to grab some thing for him to wear.

"Stephan keeps a change of clothes here, and you look about the same size as him." I lied.

Wally had a much nicer ass and from the frontal view suprise I got, just a moment before... Elephants must be jealous. Playfully, I scopped the pair of jeans and tee shirt from the shelf and walked outside to hand the clothes to him. I even diverted my eyes and made myself a blind fold with one hand. My heart was no longer pounding in my chest, and my pulse had slowed to normal. It felt good when I realised I was flirting. I stood there with the clothes held out in front of me.

"Thanks, Cherish." Wally spoke. "... and no peeking this time."

"Damm, he had seen me at the window." I thought to myself.

I quickly turned myself around to face away from him. I absent mindedly crossed my arms over my chest while I waited. The sound, of a zipper moving and stopping, told me he had pants on.

"Alright, I'm decent now." He noted.

Still in a slightly playful mood, I raised my hand over my eyes and looked over my shoulder to see close up and personal, a sculpted sign that read PLAYGROUND. My hands dropped in front of me into a shy demeanor, and it was too late to reverse my actions, as his eyes became glued to my chest and the knobs straining against the fabric.

"Walter... my eyes are up here." I noted.

I lifted his chin, as the tee shirt hid the playground from my immediate view. When his eyes met mine again, it was as if he'd taken a mental picture that included my other hand with my index finger pointing up to my face. We both broke out in husterical laughter right there.

"Chores before dinner, Walter." I mused.

"God, you're worse than a den mother." Wally returned.

"... and don't you forget it." I stated back quickly with a sly smile.

"Wood pile, stove box." I added, indicating the need for the box next to stove to be filled.

I got myself down on my knees with a wash board at the bathtub, and started to scrub the clothes. I had absolutely no idea the effect that would have on Wally, and quite honestly I never even paid it any attention until I heard him drop an armful of split wood on the floor instead of into the stove box. I was pretty sure he was staring at my ass, when I looked behind me to see him looking back.

"Walter, stop staring at my butt." I mentioned, then returned to scrubbing the laundry.

"I wasn't staring..." He returned.

"Yes... you were." I interupted.

"More wood, less staring." I added.

"Yes, Ma'am." Wally mentioned and when he stood I noticed the front of the jeans he had on were strained from beneath.

"More scrubbing, less staring." Wally added.

"Dammit! Caught!" I noted to myself.

"Yes, sir!" I retorted, and got back to scrubbing.

When wally came back in with the second load of wood, I made sure I was bent over the tub to give him a perfect view. I did it on purpose. This time it felt good knowing the monster was safely locked away. It felt fantastic to know the man I had watching me from across the room was watching. It felt fabulous to know I could flirt and be playful. I felt more like a woman than I ever had before, knowing he must be liking what he saw. It felt soothing to know I was safe. When I had finished scrubbing the last piece, I pulled the plug on the tub and let it empty. With the laundry in a basket, I headed outside to hang it all on the clothes line. I passed Wally on the way out as his eyes followed me.

"Tub, soap ring, Scrub." I mentioned.

"Yes, Ma'am." Wally sighed loudly and got busy.

I took my time at the clothes line. Something seemed to make me want to continue flirting with Wally. My body seemed to be doing things of its own volition. A slight sway as I stretched my leg and pointed my toes as I reached to peg one end, then the other of his pants, his shirt, his socks, my socks, my panties, my bra, my undershirt, my shirt and finally my jeans on the clothes line. I stood back with the sun in my face, to see our clothes seeming to mimick what my body was wanting, but my mind was saying not to be doing.

I turned around to see Wally staring at me through the bath window.

"All done?" I asked.

"All done, Ma'am." Wally answered me back.

"Smoke 'em, if ya got 'em." I stammered slightly.

I watched as he stretched as if for my benefit and teased me right back. Our eyes locked and he knew I was watching. It felt good to feel the way I did. I felt happy. It made me feel that I had made the right decision to leave on that tenth morning. It made all the bad things I had done, to enslave my Father's mind to my weapon, were but a shard of broken glass. I felt like that same shattered bottle was whole once again. I felt freedom at last.

SHOES PAFE... SHOES!!

Whoot!

I have my idea... mhmmmm. It's gonna be Epic!

Mwah!
Az.