Date: Sun, 5 Aug 2018 20:52:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: E MOSER <steamgene@cox.net>
Subject: Francois: Wedding Day - Mr & Ms Mason Adams #35

SubjectFrancois: Wedding Day - Mr & Ms Mason Adams #35

Author's note. These stories are a development from the stories by rwxxx13
with the group title "Study bg3-17." He has approved my continuation with
his characters as individuals.

Wedding Day - Mr & Ms Mason Adams


by

Larry Marian

Paige


Paige Michelle Jefferson, MS, doctoral candidate, sat on the king size bed
in the hotel room she'd slept in last night. The covers were pulled up. She
wore a bathrobe, closed by the belt, but the top hung a bit loose exposing
her scant cleavage. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. Seven
thirty AM. Her mother and Mason's mother would arrive at 1:00 to begin
dressing her for her wedding. She heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she
called, wondering who would be first.

The door opened to Jenna, her matron of honor, her best friend, her first
female lover. "`Hang the do not disturb' sign on the door, Jenna," she said
as she untied the belt to let the robe fall open. Jenna did so and closed
the door. "Don't bother to lock it, Jenna."

Jenna walked towards her, pulling off her t-shirt as she did, exposing her
magnificent boobs to Paige's still jealous eyes. The two hugged and kissed,
a deep, sloppy, tongue filled kiss. "We don't have a lot of time,
Jenna. You're the first."

"And I'm not the last." With that she gently pushed Paige to the bed, on
her back. She gently took both of Paige's legs and spread them apart,
exposing a carefully trimmed but bushy pussy. "Showing off your pubes," she
said with a giggle.

"Well, what about those tits you seem to want to push into my face?" Paige
didn't get a response as Jenna lowered her own face into Paige's waiting
pussy. She reacted to the searching tongue at once. "Oh. Jenna. So
good. Jeeze - you make me feel 12 again. "

"Jenna raised her face from Paige's damp pussy. "You didn't have this much
hair then," and returned to her ministrations. It was only minutes before
Paige began to thrash.

"Oh, shit, Jenna. I'm cumming. I'M CUMMING11" Jenna raised her damp face.

"Yeah. I'm sure it was good." She rose up. "I'm going to rinse my face. I
have a guy named Mason to see."

"Have fun, Jenna. Thanks." Jenna carried her t-shirt into the bath room and
came back out quickly, the shirt now on. She opened the door.

"Hi," Jenna said. "Go right in. She's waiting for you."

Paige moved on the bed, lying down the length of it, looking towards the
door to see Doc Jones enter. He closed it. "Good morning, Paige," he said
as he sat on the bed and put a hand on her thigh."

"Good morning. You going to kiss me?"

"A start," he said and he did, his hand moving up the thigh as she spread
her knees apart.

"You're walking down the hall in your bathrobe?"

"I'm only two doors away. I was about to come down when I saw Jenna show
up. I'm afraid this is a `wam, bam, thank'ee ma'am thing and not what I'd
like it to be."

"I know. I agree." She sat up and slipped off her robe and lay back
down. "Come screw me, Doc Dad." He loosened his robe belt to reveal his
hard cock as he slipped between her legs. In moments he was inside her,
rocking up and down as she threw her arms around him and began to hump her
hips. "Yes, Doc. Oh, yes, Oscar. You're going to make me cum."

"I'm about to, Paige. You two haven't stopped your shield medicine have
you? I don't want to make you pregnant again."

"We're safe. OH!! YEAH, OSCAR. YEAH!"

"PAIGE! CUMMING. SO GOOD!!"

They rested together for a minute, but there was a knock on the door. "In a
moment," Paige called. Oscar rolled off her, tied up his robe, his her
lips, then each breast, and went to the door. He opened it.

"Hi, Paul," he said as he walked out. Paul walked in and closed the door.

"Well, Paige, you look wonderful," he said, pulling off his t-shirt.

"You do too," Paul. You see I'm rather casual this morning," Paul pulled
off his board shorts, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Without a word
he got on the bed, kissed Paige, and put a leg between hers. "You're
getting sloppy seconds, Paul."

"I think somebody's going to get sloppy fifths or something. Would you
prefer a blow job?"

"No. Just a casual fast fuck will be fine."

"You are so romantic," she said as she held her arms out for him. He slid
between her legs, another brief kiss and he was in, going totally in at
first stroke. "I think this is a fuck, Paul," she said as she began to pump
with her hips.

He smiled at her, pumping fast. "Easy cum, easy go," he said.

"Yeah. I just had a little one."

"I've been saving this for two days, Paige. OH!! YEAH!! CHRIST I'M
CUMMING!"

"Got me again, Paul. Yeah." They lay in each other's arms for a minute. "I
have to pee, Paul."

"I guess," he said as he got up and began to pull on shorts and
t-shirt. She dashed for the bathroom, leaving the door open. She waved to
him as he left, finished, wiped carefully, then grabbed a bath towel and
headed back to the bed. Yep, there were a couple of cum spots on the bed
spread. She put the bath towel down where she had been lying just as there
was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she called. She looked at the clock. Eight thirty. Three in one
hour. She'd have to shower, have lunch, and be ready by one. The door
opened and Susie walked in, wearing a shortie robe. "Susie. Great to see
you." The younger woman rushed to Paige.

"Oh, Paige. I'm so happy for you. And for Mason. It's going to be a
wonderful wedding."

"You are the first to say that this morning."

"I'm not first?"

"You maybe don't want to know whose already cum here. "

Susie smiled. "That would be Dad and Paul." Paige nodded as she reached out
and untied Susie's robe. "Well, Jenna mentioned being twelve. You sure
don't look eleven this morning. "

Susie shrugged off the robe to stand there with only shortie pajama bottoms
on. "Funny. Mason said the same thing," as she pushed the thin garment off.

"So have you seen Mason this morning?"

"I hope that doesn't make you mad."

Paige chuckled. "Well, I know you two have been making love since you were
11."

"Uh, there was a seven year gap when we never even saw each other!"

"Just kidding. So what is your pleasure, Susie?"

"Uh. If you go down on me, you may taste cum."

"I'm sure you will with me. But, climb into bed and let's do 69."

"That's what I hoped for." At that Susie climbed into bed, going at once to
position herself at Paige's cleaned up pussy. The two young ladies went at
each other at once, licking, sucking, tonguing until first Susie and then
Paige cried out they'd cum. They shifted to be face to face to kiss and
hug. "I guess I'd better get. Take a shower, look after the kid, make sure
hubby doesn't smell girl cum on my face."

"He knows, doesn't he? I really don't know Phillip very well."

"He does. But I don't rub it into him." Susie and Paige kissed again, then
Susie got dressed, rinsed off her face and went to the door.

"If there is somebody at the door, tell them to give me a couple minutes."

"Sure. It's going to be a great wedding." Susie opened the door as Paige
got out of bed and headed for the bathroom and a wet washcloth. As she
dried her face there was a knock on the door. Hoping it was not
housekeeping, she opened it.

"Well, hello," said Cindy. "May I CUM in?"

"Please. " Paige looked at Francois' wife, still trim even after her second
baby. She wore a bikini, a very small bikini and carried a small
purse. "So. What do I owe this visit to?"

" I just thought it good to be one to give you your last taste of being
single. And to thank you for all you have done for Francois - and me." With
that, her hands made quick work of the bikini ties and she stood nude in
front of her once First Concubine. "Paige, you are amazing. Here, if you
want," as she took a double ended dildo out of the purse.

"I've seen white dildos and I've seen black dildos, but I've never seen a
black and white dildo before. Who gets what?" Paige asked. "It's a bit
small compared to Francois."

"True. We are still sisters - concubinage can be removed from us, but not
the sister bond the four of us formed. I suggest we not notice who gets
which end, but after a few minutes, let's just swap ends to finish."

Paige walked to the bed to lie down on her side. "Let's do it," she said as
Cindy walked over and lay down beside her. A bit of fumbling before Paige
felt the hard rubber dildo head penetrate her vertical lips and then came
movement by Cindy. The two began their rhythmic movements and their hands
roaming over the other's breasts. They kissed and roamed. Paige was the
first to cry "YES!" causing Cindy to pump faster. Then Cindy, too, moaned
and said softly. "I'm cumming..." Afterwards they lay still for a bit, then
Cindy got out of bed.

"That was great," she said after putting the bikini back on.

"It was." Paige stretched. Cindy walked to the door and opened it.

"Oh. Hi. I think Paige expects you," she said. Paige watched her walk away
and then PaPa walked in.

"So. How is your wedding morning going?" She smiled.

"Interesting, PaPa. I seem to have many well wishers."

"And so you should, my child. I am one of them, as you know."

"You are. You know how I was fooled the first time I came to you?"

PaPa laughed, a deep belly laugh. "Oh, yes! I think MaMa spread the
word. She wanted to keep me for herself."

Paige laughed. "That sounds like MaMa. So what is your pleasure?"

"Mine? Paige, my daughter. What is yours?"

Paige thought for a moment. "Really? To just lie there with you and feel
you touch me and let me touch you and think of how wonderful you have been
to me, and to Francois, and to Mason and our children. No fireworks. Just a
gentle peace as I know how much I can love you in so many ways."

"Oh. I think that is one of the most wonderful things you have ever
said. Come let me lie down beside you and let us see what happens." Paige
patted the bed beside her and PaPa lay down next to her, facing her. They
gently touched and caressed. She slid her hand up and down his cock,
bringing it to full alert, but he made no motion to go further. His hands
played with her breasts and down her stomach, down to between her legs.

Then the door opened. Paige poked her head up when she heard it close to
see Francois standing there. "Am I intruding?" he asked quietly. The two
sat up.

"No, my son. We were communing. I am not as young as I was, but I still
want to show this wonderful girl just how wonderful she is. You still don't
know how fabulous she is."

"I think I know, Father."

"You only think. My son, if Paige here and your mother there were to have a
dispute, Paige would win and your mother would bow to her wisdom. This is a
jewel among all of us, my son."

"I know that Father. I knew that the day we came to a PR at Jones."

"But it was the gentleman in you that caused us to click," Paige said.

"It was the lady in you to waken the gentleman," Francois said simply. "My
dear, my love, a bit of bad news. JM and FM are being teens. I am not sure
what they are squabbling over, but these two `we will love each other to
the end of time' seem to have some problem with what to do at your
wedding."

Paige shook her head. "Francois, could you please drag them here by their
ears or noses? " She smiled. "Now. The dorm kitchen has some sharp knives I
think. Thanks," Francois left only to return with two sullen almost
thirteen year olds in front of him. They were not holding hands.

"So what is this? Paige asked quietly.

"This dumb ball says that groomsmen are more important than bridesmaids. I
say we are cause everybody knows this is your day - not Dad's," a very
pouty JM said.

"Oh," Paige said. "FM?"

"I just said that I think we look sharper in a tux than girls do in a
dress. Especially when the dress is flat."

"So you two want to spoil my wedding day? Your father's and my wedding day?
Pardon me, FM, your uncle and my wedding day? You two are part of the
ceremony. You are both equally important. You want to try oneupmanship - do
it tomorrow, on the mat, in the gym. Against me.

"You two have been friends for ten years. You have fought together against
racial slurs. So, Jenna Michelle, do you not want to be my bridesmaid?"

"No Mom. But.."

"No buts. Do you want to be my bridesmaid?"

"I do Mom."

"Francois Mason, do you want Dad Mason to have you as a groomsman?"

Paige could see his face working, "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I.."

"Good. Don't spoil this for me, please. Now come here and give me a kiss -
both of you - and walk out holding hands." The two, looking shyly at each
other as though it were their first meeting came to Paige and each kissed
her cheek, then turned around as each held out a hand which the other took
and left.

"Well, that was something," Paige said. "It also took a lot of
time. Francois. I know what you wanted - what I wanted. But it is not to
be. You have, not a rain check, but a teen check. PaPa - so wonderful. Now,
I think I need to shower, put something on and get lunch. How about you
guys?" Both stood up and bowed.

Francois and PaPa left as Paige headed for the shower.





Mason



Mason Fish Adams woke up alone. His hand went out to Paige, but she was not
there. No. He could not see her before she appeared in the doorway, facing
him to walk down the aisle with her father. Again there was a knock on the
door. He got up and went to the door, opening it a bit as he was nude. He
didn't want to shock a maid. On the other side stood Susie, in a short
robe.

"Well, good morning, Susie. And what does a bridesmaid want with me this
morning?"

Susie smiled while she gently pushed the door open, then closed it behind
her. "Well, in the simplest terms I want to get laid now." She looked at
him. "Hmm. Seems like the equipment functions." She opened her robe to
reveal her bare breasts and a thin shortie nightgown bottom. He smiled.

"Susie, I don't think you're eleven any longer."

"I haven't been for some eleven years now. "

"Yeah. But I think I haven't seen you this way in five years. Let's go sit
on the bed." He took her hand and led her to the bed. Susie dropped her
gown. "I think I'm supposed to take these off," he said as he began to tug
them down.

"You are, Mason. Just like years ago." Moments later Susie and Mason lay in
a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and touching, before Susie
breathed,"We've not much time, Mason, my second boy. I'm ready. You seem to
be."

"I am, Susie," Mason whispered as he drew himself on top of her. She pumped
even as he entered her. "God. You are going to make me cum too soon."

"That's alright. That will remind you there will be another time. Love me
hard, Mason. Love me like you did when I was eleven!"

He did.

They kissed gently, almost as though they were brother and sister as she
left his room. "Now to dress for your wedding. I'm so honored to be a
bridesmaid," she said with a last kiss.

Mason thought about getting dressed and going down for breakfast when he
heard a knock on the door. He threw his robe and tied it as he strode to
the door. Opening it he found a room service cart with two covered plates,
a jug of probably coffee, and Jenna, also in a robe. "Room service," she
said as she began to push the cart into the room. She closed the door
behind her. "Mason. Back in the White Room, I stepped aside for Paige. Now,
it's my turn to go first with you."

Mason laughed and hugged Jenna. "Uh, you still aren't first, I'm sorry."

"Mason. I forgot.. You're a guy. It's just the three of us: you, Paige, and
me. You and Paige get married this afternoon. You and she
will.... later. You and I will.... now," She laughed, "But breakfast might
get cold. Let's eat first. You have a junk omelette with bacon on the
side. I have hot cakes and sausage. Let's eat." She dug into her hotcakes.

"I never understood how they knew what to serve us," Mason said as he
swallowed part of the omelette.

Jenna laughed. "Paige wormed it out of Doc Dad. Probably in his bed, Our
rents gave them lists of what we wanted and how we wanted it. My steak,
medium, You and Paige, not still dead..."

"It's called "au bleu" Mason retorted.

Jenna laughed. "That's a fresh caught trout."

"This is a great breakfast. Let's finish and then.,,,."

"Then is about to happen. Finish your coffee, Mason before your son gets
serious with my daughter."

There were scraps on the plates as the two embraced and moved on to more
serious expressions of endearment. Sighs and moans ended their physical
encounter. But it was some time before Jenna put her robe back on and
pushed the room service cart out of the room.

Mason though about a shower when he heard another knock on the door. He
opened it and looked into the dark brown eyes of Simone, standing there
wearing an always colorful boubou. "Simone! Oh, God. So good to see you!"

"And you, Mason. I am so happy for you and for my... Paige."

"She's not the Chief Concubine any longer, sweet Simone. Nor are you now a
concubine. You never were for me." They kissed. "But you are ever in my
heart. You know that."

"I do. And I come here because you are such a wonderful man. I want to love
you once more before you marry Paige."

"She will not be upset if we love again."

"I know that. This is why Monique, Cindy, and myself love her so much- even
if Cindy was not a sister very long, "

"Simone, I think Paige taught me long ago: `Once a sister, always a
sister.' Would you care to come to bed with me?"

"Care? Want to, Mason. Want to," Simone cried. Mason took her arm and
gently pulled her onto the bed so their arms could come around each
other. Two minutes later Mason knelt behind Simone and slowly entered
her. "Yes," she sighed.

"Oh, God, Simone. Yes," he responded and began to pump.

"Oh, Mason. So good. Be so happy!"

"Simone, sweet one, I'm cumming. "

"Mason!! So am I!" As they calmed down they lay quietly. "That was
wonderful, Mason my second love."

"It was Simone. Forever will I continue to love you. But I think we must
part. I know you need to start getting ready for the wedding." Simone gave
him a kiss and got off the bed and quickly dressed. She gave him another
kiss and was gone.

Minutes later and another knock on the door. Mason went and opened the door
to see Francois. "Well, my best man and brother. Come in. I think I need to
start getting ready. I'm thinking I might get Prize or JM coming to see how
ready I am. "

"You missed the big teen fight. JM and FM got into a pissing contest as to
who was more important. I almost think we need to tell them they must sleep
in separate beds." Mason laughed.

"Paige and I had a few of those. We really had to stop once we became
counselors and then parents. So, my brother, what now?"

"I see you have nothing on but a robe. Let me kneel down and service you."

"Sure?"

"Yes." Mason opened his robe again to show off a hard cock. Francois cupped
Mason's balls and guided the cock into his lips.

"Damn, Brother. It's been a long time since you sucked me." Francois
grunted in response, his head bobbing back and forth rapidly. `It's going
to take a bit, but it feels so good." He sighed. "Love how you play with my
balls." Another grunt. Several minutes later Mason breathed. "I'm close,
Francois. Close. Yes, GOD!!" as he shot his load into Francois' mouth. As
Mason finished, Fancois swallowed. He got up and the two men hugged.

"See you in church, Brother," Francois said, then turned and left.

Francois, in his bathrobe, knocked on the door to Paige's hotel room. Her
mother opened it. "Good afternoon," Ms. Jefferson. I know time is getting
short, but I must see Paige. Just for a bit."

"She's showering, Francois."

"That's okay." He grinned. "If the curtain is like the one in my room, I
can't see through it."

"It must be important."

"It's something I promised her years ago. If I can't talk to her now, I
will have broken my promise."

Both mothers shook their heads. "Okay, Francois. You don't have a butcher
knife, do you?"

"No, Ms. Adams. Not even a pocket knife."

"Go in."

"Bless both of you." With that Francois hurried to the bathroom door,
opened it and quickly closed it. "Paige. It's Francois. I've come to
fulfill my vow."

"It's about time. Get in here. I hope you're ready. We don't have much
time." Francois slipped off the robe to find him nude and erect. He pushed
aside the curtain to find Paige with soap here and there on her wet, nude
body. He stepped into the tub. She threw her arms around his neck as he
cupped her ass cheeks and guided her onto his throbbing cock. "Oh, yes,"
she breathed as she slid down the shaft. "Oh. This is no gentle love
session, my ebony lover. This is a fuck. Use that eight inch cock and fuck
me!" Francois grinned and began to thrust.

"You've got it, Paige," he said as the water streamed over them after he
turned so the water hit their fronts. "Oh, yes," as he gave her a watery
kiss. "I'm so glad I wrote that note so long ago."

"I'm so glad you did. " She moaned. "Your gonna make me cum!"

"Good!" he said, panting. "I'm soon, too," He sped up. `YES!!"

She gasped. "ME TOO!!"

As his orgasm ceased, he lifted her off and set her back down on her shaky
feet. "Thank you, Francois, Wonderful." She kissed him. "I have to wash my
hair."

"I have things to do, too. See you at the movies!" A kiss and he was out of
the bathroom.

The two mothers looked at him. `You seem to have wet hair, Francois," Mom
Adams said.

"I do. I ducked my head behind the shower," he responded.

The two mothers looked at each other and then at Francois. "We just want
her ready for the procession," Ms. Jefferson said.

"She will be," Francois said. "And I have to be, too. I'm the best man,
after all."

"So you are. Well, I think you are a strong second after Mason,"
Ms. Jefferson said.

"Mom Jefferson. Don't think that. Know that. Nobody replaces Mason with
Paige. Nobody, No how."

"I think you're right, Francois. By the way, you and Cindy have brought up
my nephew FM to be a wonderful young man," Ms. Adams said and smiled.

Francois laughed. "You should have seen JM and him fighting earlier. They
need to keep their peace today or they will have separate beds tonight -
maybe separate rooms. Thanks to both of you." He gave them both a hug.

"I think most women dream about a seven inch cock," Ms. Adams said as he
left.

"Well you and Paige didn't have to dream," Ms. Jefferson responded as
Francois got out of range except for Ms. Adams, FM's natural mother's
laugh.



At ten minutes of two the last of the grandparents, groom's parents,
groom's sister, her husband and their six year old son, bride's brother and
his new wife, and bride's mother were seated by the groomsmen. Some guests
were surprised by the lack of uniformity of the wedding party as groomsmen
wore a tux or three, but there was also a formal dashiki, a dress kilt, and
a full dress army officer uniform. The bridesmaids were equally diverse
with one wearing a formal boubou, another a modified concubine outfit which
included a black bra and tight shorts under the split leather skirt,
several matching formal dresses and a pants suit.

Mason and Francois appeared from a side door, Mason in a tux, with the
Cameroon Order of Merit, degree of knight on it, and Francois in a formal
dashiki. The Organist began to play for the march as bridesmaids and
groomsmen processed, followed by the ring bearer, Marsha's three year old
Benjamin. Behind him came Pat's also three year old daughter, Rachel,
basket in hand and pedals flying. Then Paige and her father stepped into
the door, arm in arm. He wore his dress uniform while her her strapless
cream gown had both her Medal for Valor and the Cameroon Order of Merit,
degree of officer with the ribbon in the female bow. They came in to the
Cannon in D.

Each spoke with a clear voice,, "...to love, honor, and cherish..." as each
hope that the grandparents wouldn't notice that "...forsaking all
others...' got overlooked. Of course the grandparents didn't know how hard
Paige had fought to process nude, but put her foot down concerning a white
dress and a veil. Still, when the officiant said, "You two may kiss each
other," they did. For some time until the officiant cleared her throat and
the organist broke into the recessional. As Paige heard the opening notes
of Purcell's Sonata for Trumpet & Strings in D major she skipped the first
three steps and then walked beside Mason. As they exited she heard the
opening bars of "The Caisson Song," so turned and waved to her father as
they began to rush away.

Hours later the two lay in the bed Paige slept in alone the night
before. Clothes lay all over the floor, but they were comfortably nude,
each holding a flute of sparkling wine.

"Paige Adams. I'm still getting used to that, Paige. But I love you as much
now as I did when we were 12.

"Me, too. I'm glad the love birds decided to be love birds instead of crows
today. I think Sammie and Prize had something to do with it."

"I would have thought it would have been JM and Prize getting into another
teen tiff."

"No. JM looked into the future at her wedding with FM. That's going to be a
trip. Speaking of trips. This has been a day."

"It has been Paige. I know it's supposed to be the bride's day and the
groom's night - but what about tomorrow morning instead?"

Paige laughed. "Can't get it up?"

"Would it hurt?"

Maybe. Not sure which of us was more surrounded. At least I didn't get
Pa-Pa and Francois at the same time."

"I thought the love birds killed that."

"Oh, no. Francois barged into the bathroom just as I started my shower, And
PaPa showed up after he did some grandfather stuff with FM and JM. He gave
me a good send off."

"Good. So, here's to you, Paige Jefferson Adams. May the odds be always in
your favor."

And here's to you, Mason Fish Adams. May the Devil not know `till ye're
three days dead."

Paige woke him as light began to break through the window as she had so
often done back when they were in a white room with Jenna in the bed as
well. They were about to make love for the third time when they heard the
knock on the door. Mason got out of bed to answer it.

He opened it to JM and FM, holding hands. "Is it okay for us to come in,"
FM asked, "Dad?" He waved them in.

"Mom. Dad. We both want to say we are sorry for yesterday. We hope this is
our last quarrel."

Paige and Mason looked at each other and then the two almost teens. "Let me
break this to you gently. It won't be the last. Just be able to make up
afterwards every time. Every time," Mason said.

"Every time. But thanks and love to each of you. So let us get dressed and
we'll go for breakfast," Paige said.



The End (Maybe)



Epilogue: Paige and Mason went on to have two children together, Mason
Fish, Jr, and Molly Mcquire. In between Paige and Francois had Patrick
Henry who grew up with Paige, Mason and Uncle Francois. Paige started out
running for school board, then city council, then state legislature, to be
followed by two terms in the house before becoming junior senator. At
present she is beginning her run to be President. Mason has his PhD in
physics, and is a full professor. Jenna married three times and divorced
twice. She, too had three children, one by Mason, which caused the second
divorce.

Francois became a naturalized citizen from his service in the army, after
which he became a commissioned officer, rising to the rank of brigadier
general. He and Cindy managed to disguise the role both Simone and Monique
played in their household. Her having quite a few small parts in tv series
helped disguise the actual living arrangements. Of course a few eyes rolled
when the six kids came to be seen. Living off base all the time helped a
lot.

One morning Paige looked up at the news. "Hmm. It says here that surveys
show that today girls now wait until they are 16.8 to become sexually
active, while boys begin at 17.2. I wonder what they mean by `sexually
active.'? "

"I don't know. Ask Molly. I told her to speak to you about letting Fred
spend the night."

"He's her Jones room mate visiting his grandparents. Why not?

"Well, I also see that Mary Mount is one of three public high schools in
the country that requires students and faculty to wear clothes during
normal school hours."

"I understand there's a municipal swimming pool in Mississippi that still
requires swimming suits. Now, I have to go to a tele-conference on campaign
strategy. Good luck, Mason, my love."

"Give `em Hell, Paige!"



Dear Reader,



When I started "After the Experiment" I did not plan to have more than
between three to five more stories. Like Topsy, this has grown. With growth
came a few errors. For example, we have the line from the Teen Swim Party
"... ranging from a bald, flat 11 year old..." when the invitation clearly
states that the mandated ages are 12 to 17 so this line should read
"... ranging from a bald, flat one who looked 11 . . ." Feel free to point
out other errors. If I were to ever find a paper publisher, such errors
will be corrected.



Thanks.


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