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to my family.
It was at that point that I began thinking of Donna and Russell as
family. The thought of seeing them and getting Rita safely back home
made me feel like a combat soldier suddenly being told that his
suicide mission had been cancelled.
It took a few minutes to catch a cruising taxi. I held Rita in my arms
and let her cry herself out as the driver followed my instruction back
to the house. On the way we passed a gate sitting like a lonely artifact
on the turf of central park, sparkling in the bright sunlight. There
were only a couple of people approaching it as if they intended to
enter. Nearby, a delegation of several young men and women in
conservative white dress smiled and encouraged them. They wore
bright red circular emblems on their chests with a neat CG in white
letters centered inside the circles, the icon of Messilinda s Church of
the Gates. Her religion was really catching fire.
Homecoming was like the first day of semester break after you ve
been assured that you passed all the final exams. I threw open the
front door and drank in the sight of the great room, feeling dizzy with
relief. For once, Russell was there, comforting Donna while they both
waited for news about us.
After we d finished hugging, we sat and talked late into the night,
worried about what the feds might do next. But, as Russell observed,
we didn t have enough data to come to any firm conclusions.
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Chapter Eleven
If I thought for even a second about ordering Donna to leave, the love
and pleading in her big brown eyes changed my mind. While I stood
staring, my exhausted mind still not functioning properly, Donna
embraced me in a tight hug, then stepped back and began stripping off
her clothes. Rita got a wicked grin on her face and soon clothes were
flying all over the room.
I m afraid I acted like a kid with a brand-new baseball mitt he can t
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for Christmas. Donna wanted only to make us both happy, separately
and together. How long had Rita had the hots for Donna? Or had our
session together provoked her desire? Or did the fact that Donna had
once been a male incite Rita s desire? The changes the gate had
brought were making life complex and interesting.
At one point during our lovemaking, I watched in fascination as Rita
lay in Donna s arms, shuddering as Donna kissed her breasts.
Moments later, she took Donna s breasts in her hands and teased the
nipples until they stood erect. As far as I knew, Rita had only been to
bed with a woman once before, and she had never expressed a desire
to repeat the experience. Now she couldn t seem to get enough. Her
hands and mouth explored the soft mounds of Donna s breasts,
fondling and kissing them and taking the nipples into her mouth like
a hungry baby.
Like any man, I had to pause and recover from time to time, but the
women were insatiable. Then, too, I was noticing that the gate might
have turned Donna into a beautiful woman, but she still acted like a
man in bed. She was aggressive and quick to assume the dominant
role, with both Rita and me. To my surprise, I enjoyed it. Because of
my mediocre looks, I ve never been a big on the male macho thing. So
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woman. I let her do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted, and
so did Rita. Rita was never one of those sweet little Southern belles
who wait on the man to make the first move (I think they only exist in
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