Evan was enjoying being a
"kept man",
and benefits it offered him were surprising. Most unexpected was the true feeling for
"his girls",
which is how he liked to refer to them. Such as after a vigorous round of sex, leaving them panting and sweating, he'd say,
"Well, I had to take care of my girls!"
After the gift of the car, he didn't expect anything more, but the small gifts: food cards, shirts and other clothing kept coming.
He and the girls still got together but not quite as frequently as at first, perhaps twice a month. Since Evan was fucking them individually now and they all had more energy it was only natural that their group sex was slowing down a bit.
It was Ida Mae who literally asked permission from the others to begin dating. She'd become very popular recently. She'd turned down many a suitor, until she met someone she wanted to know better. She was finally ready to commit if her little family agreed. Her prospective boyfriend as It turned out was a professor she'd met at a seminar. He was tenured at another local and more prestigious university a little farther north.
"Of course you can date,"
they all agreed, surprised that she felt the need to ask. As it turned out that he had a decent size cock, Ida Mae reported back and she'd been a tiger in bed, which he admitted he liked. He referred to her as "beautiful", it made her a little uncomfortable at first, she didn't see it, but the truth was that she was beautiful. There was indeed a swan beneath that ugly duckling demure that Ida Mae had become too accustomed to wearing.
It wasn't long before Connie, too, had offers to date.
As for Lisa, she found that the days were going by very quickly. Although she was accomplishing a great deal during that time, she'd write for a few hours daily, her lesson plans seemed to write themselves, her classes were full and the students fully engaged. On the nights that she met with either Evan or her group, sex was great and plentiful. She also found she was being hit upon more often than ever. Did she really have time for a relationship too?
They knew when all this started it wasn't going to last, she just never thought it would burn itself out so quickly.
She talked with Ida Mae and Connie and they all came to the same conclusion. They would discuss it with Evan at their next gathering.
*
Meanwhile at John Smith Inc. (JSI), after the successful launch of
"
Summer Tan™"
and
"TITS™"
,
the newly named instant breasts enlargement product,
(typical for many marketing department, after exhaustive research to find the right name for a product, they approved the most obvious)
, JSI was finding it hard to recruit qualified workers.
That's where
April Martin-Smith
came in, among the many programs that the shelter offered; vocational training had just added. But to adequately prepare the disadvantage and homeless, they were going to need more space, perhaps even an additional facility.
April had become very good at getting what she wanted. There was a building next to the "homeless shelter" that was vacant and boarded shut, it had been for lease, but until recently no one was interested in it. She called the number on the advertisement.
*
Acquiring a small library of data on breasts cancer and reviewing it, John had his team consider unconventional scientific approaches and asked questions such as,
"What if this particular treatment worked, what would the results look like?"
or
"
How would a particular cure have to work in order for the treatment to kill the cancerous cells?
"
His team came up with several ideas, but they were novices, this wasn't their field of expertise. They suggested John should recruit a few scientists experienced in cancer research. They didn't suspect that John was already in the process of doing just that. These experts would find the right set of situations where John could simply make a molecule react in a way it normally wouldn't, thus producing the cure. It was just a matter of finding the right sequence.
*
Things returned to normal, or as normal as things can get on his island.
Chance
walked through the village greeted with warm smiles and great affection from the residents of the tiny hamlet. Everyone knew him and his routine, strolling through their village. He wore his trademark white shirt slacks and black sandals. On days like this he wore his straw fedora and dark sunglasses.
As he sauntered by, people would engage him in small talk or ask his advice on a particular matter. For his part, Chance would bend low to interact with toddler and children, even the local pets hungered for his attention. Everyone loved him and for Chance, he couldn't imagine anywhere else in the world he'd rather be.
It was a beautiful day, as were most on the tiny tropical island. The high was predicted to reach 83 degrees; there was a cool ocean breeze blowing and ruffling Chance's shirt at his abdomen. His tight six pack and sizable pictorial muscles left loose material over his stomach flapping in the breeze like kite attempting to rising in the air. This was paradise and Chance hadn't been this happy since his late twenties.
As if tempting fate, his cell phone began ringing a tone he'd not heard in months, sighing he answered it in his usual cheerful voice.
"It's been a long time. There must be trouble."
*
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