Amish No More Ch 02

January 2009

Approximately 5 months have passed since the two week vacation in Bermuda with my ladies. I'm getting regular reports from the private clinic/hospital on Martha's progress. I'm confident that she is receiving the best of care.

The tattoos are gone as are the scars from the burns and whippings; or at least minimized to be barely noticeable. At some point that filthy bastard Frank Abzug broke her nose. Martha's nose has been reconstructed by the best plastic surgeons.

Her deviated septum is corrected and Martha no longer has to breathe through her mouth. Arthur tells me that he is amazed at the results

The scum went as far to pull out some of her teeth out...I assume that he did because Martha always had perfect teeth. I also suspect this because I was told the teeth around the extracted ones were chipped and damaged. Martha's teeth are repaired and/or reconstructed to make the vainest Hollywood Diva jealous with envy.

Lastly, Martha had laser surgery to correct her naturally deteriorating eyesight; her eyesight is now 20/30.

Martha's emotional scars are another matter entirely and she is presently receiving counseling. Arthur hinted about another treatment that it is experimental and cutting edge having to do with biorhythms and subliminal suggestions and such.

This was very successful with former Grand Mistress Maud and necessary because of her intimate knowledge of the Sanctorum and its finances.

Arthur has also made all of the legal-financial arrangements pertaining to Martha. As with everything Arthur does they are rock solid and insoluble. I have Power of Attorney over her affairs and she is now my legal ward. Martha will be released in my care in approximately three months.

Although she is not my slave, Martha has no real say in anything.

I haven't totally sorted out my feeling about her yet.... except I never wanted anything bad to happen to her despite our very acrimonious divorce. There is a lingering feeling left from her betrayal ... I must learn put this aside.....no, I will put it aside and forgive her.

During our vacation I explained to my girls Martha will be starting with a clean page and we discussed what must be done.

"Martha's abuse at the hands of that monster Abzug is punishment enough ladies. She will be staying here on temporary basics until I decide if she is suited to our lifestyle."

"What exactly do you mean Michael?" Mandy asked.

"We are a family my gentle ladies and I love you all" I said standing up and smiling at her. I then walked over to each of my girl to kiss them lightly on their cheeks; feeling very content and happy.

I was thinking 'Yes, life is definitely good.'

"As I have said before, we are a non-conventional family but a family, nevertheless. I want input from each of you during the trial period.

Martha might not be compatible for our household or our lifestyle and in which case I will make other arrangements for her. Perhaps I'll build a small log cabin in the woods or set her up in an apartment in town.

If I decide on the log cabin it will be a modern one with electricity and other amenities."

"Imagine a real log cabin!" Sarah exclaimed "It will be so intimate and so cozy. We can use it as a guesthouse if things do work out with Martha.

The cabin will be our get away to be alone with you one of us at a time."

"You should consider a hot tub Michael. A hot tub with pulsing water jets are very therapeutic and especially one deep enough to come up to our necks" Katherine offered.

"You will put in a fireplace won't you Michael?" Sarah asked delighted with the prospect of a log cabin.

"Yes a fireplace is wonderful idea Sarah. Katherine's hot tub is a great idea too!" Mandy exclaimed.

"I was considering a stone fireplace and yes to the hot tub; anything else my gentle ladies?"

I noticed that Minerva was unusually quiet and thoughtful; I planned on conferring with to her when we're alone; her experience and advice is always good.

"I will implement your suggestions, ladies and we will meet again to iron out the little details. Until then I suggest you get dressed so that we may have a brunch buffet at Salvatore's followed by a drive in the country to get apples and fresh apple cider. We'll make it a day and enjoy the fall colors."

I selected their clothing the night before and they dressed casually in the identical form hugging blue jeans and white Nike walking shoes with pink accents and pink laces.

They wore matching pale green voile cotton peasant blouses with satiny dark green embroidery on the front, on the sleeves and around the neck.

The blouse's smocked neckline has a dark green tasseled tie at the center front with matching trailing tassel ties on the three-quarter sleeves; the hem is unadorned.

If the weather turns cooler they each have a pink front zip hooded sweatshirt.

I selected matching black beaded purses with a narrow shoulder strap. The purses were just large enough for their makeup, Identification and spending money. The only makeup allowed was eyeliner, mascara and lip-gloss... and of course their signature scents.

I delight in the simple intimate details and I dress them the same on occasion to remind them of their place and to insure tranquility and discipline in our household.

As I often do, I mandate their hairstyles for the day, starting with Sarah.

Sarah's well cared for hair is thick and soft hair looks like a dark brown waterfall; cascading over her shoulders... flowing to the middle of her back. Sarah's hair is well on its way to being waist length again.

Sarah's beautiful hair is blunt cut without layers as is all my girls. She will leave the house with her hair parted in the middle and fixed in twin French braids with the ends tied with pink ribbons. If I decide on a late supper in a restaurant this evening she will put her hair up in a bun.

And then there is my delectable peach, Mandy; so small and petite why she's barely 100 lbs. soaking wet. Her rich honey-blond hair is now almost 4 inches past her shoulders and blunt cut like Sarah's. Mandy's will be side parted and fixed in thick and soft twin ponytails just above and behind her ears. It will be tied with the same pink ribbons.

Next is my voluptuous and buxom Katherine whom I still can't beat at chess and still delight playing and losing too. Katherine's long light brown falls a few inches past her shoulder blades.

Katherine's hair will be in a nice ponytail and of course will be tied with pink ribbons. She too, along with Mandy and Sarah, will be mandated to fix their hair in a bun for a possible late supper.....as I said; I delight in the little intimate details.

Minerva will not be wearing her red auburn hair in a braid for it is not quite long enough for a proper one as yet. It has grown out nicely from that ultra-short layered pixie cut that I had once imposed on her.

Her hair is just past the nape of her neck being a perfect long bob or pageboy.

Mandy fixed Minerva's hair in luscious ringlet curls, and then pulled the curls in front away from Minerva's face. Mandy gathered the front sections into two small curly ponytails and then tied the ponytails with pink ribbons leaving the bulk of the luscious curls loose for my fingers to fondle. Minerva's hair is long enough for a French twist however.

My girls made their entrances while I was outside hitching our utility trailer to the 3/4-ton Dodge Conversion Van that Mandy normally drives.

Minerva was first walking up behind me and putting her hands over my eyes. I was crouched down securing the safety chains to the hitch and I was pretending not to see her.

"Guess who, Michael?"She teased.

"Katherine, I know it is you, you can't fool me."I answered, standing up and not turning around.

"Wrong answer!" said Minerva mussing my hair playfully.

I stood up and turned and pulled her close to kiss her lips saying "I'm sorry Shirley Temple I mistook you for someone else."

"Shirley Temple was a blond, Michael" she said turning her head so that I couldn't kiss her lips again. She placed her hands on my chest and pretending to push me away.

"That can be arranged. I will talk to Mandy about it, although I am thinking platinum blond, and your hair will have to be cut a bit shorter.

You will be given regular permanents to maintain that look."

I kissed her enjoying her generous lips as I tickled her; she is very ticklish.

"You wouldn't dare.... I take it back; you would dare and stop tickling me, you know I hate that" however she was laughing and squirming not really trying to get away.

"I give up, Master, I give up, you are just liable to do it!" I stopped tickling and held her close, running my fingers through her red curls.

"You look beautiful my love, my marvelous curly redhead. Is there something that you want to talk to me about?"

"I love you too and I want to talk to you about Martha as soon as we are alone together."

"I thought as much for you were quiet this morning at our Saturday meeting. I want to talk to you as well. Switch with Sarah and sleep with me tonight and we will talk and cuddle. She can have your turn tomorrow night."

I kissed her again and then helped Minerva into the van waiting for my other ladies.

Next was my pretty girl Sarah whom simply put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. I put my arms around her waist and returned her kisses, enjoying her sweet lips and vanilla scent.

"Do you like my hair, Michael?"

"I love your hair and everything about you, Princess. I would ask you a favor; I want you to switch with Minerva. I promise we will do something special for your thoughtfulness."

"What are we going to do Michael?" She asked kissing me again just as passionately.

"I not sure yet but I'll think of something and it may be when you least expect it" I answered tugging her long braids and then helping her into the van.

Katherine and Mandy came out together as they often do. They looked as lovely as always. They tend to pair off naturally much like Sarah and Minerva do now. Mandy was carrying a soft insulated cooler full of frozen bottled water.

Katherine was carrying a medium sized square duffle containing an extensive field first-aid medical kit. She is a Physician's Assistant and an excellent one at that. I'm considering sending her to medical school to become a full pledged doctor.

Katherine has a brilliant, analytical mind a gift for medicine. I'm more than willing to open and fund a clinic for her.

Katherine's bedside manner and compassion for Martha was very impressive. She even treated that offal scum Frank Abzug efficiently and professionally although in his case coldly and dispassionately.

I received my hugs and kisses from Mandy and Katherine; a girl in each arm; whispering quietly I loved them as I helped them into the van and we were soon on our way.

We had a pleasant brunch planning the log cabin followed by a wonderful afternoon picking apples and kissing and hugging under the trees.

We went to 3 different farm orchards and picked 9 bushels total: Empires, Honeycrisps, Braeburns, Cortlands and McIntosh plus Idareds, Crispins, Jonagolds and Fuji apples.

We stopped at a large outdoor farmers market for fresh garlic, bushels of eggplant, tomatoes, hot and sweet peppers or any fresh produce that struck our fancy. Sarah and Minerva will be freezing and canning starting Monday.

At one point in the afternoon Sarah and I were alone walking side-by-side browsing after purchasing dried lavender to put in our linen closets and dresser drawers.

My arm was around her waist and Sarah was eating an Italian Ice.

The other girls were back at the van getting ready for dinner at the Black North Inn. The Inn is located at the end of Route 98 North at the mouth of the Oak Orchard River where the river empties into Lake Ontario.

While we were browsing we came across the booth of the young married couple that owned and operated the floral shop where I purchase my flowers.

Toby & Mary McAllister are good solid people who have worked hard to make their business a success and I admire them for that. They put in long hours and Toby does this large Farmer's Market in the late summer and early Fall while Mary stays in the shop.

Toby's ride was parked behind his booth; a full dressed black 1999 Honda GL 1500 SE Gold Wing Touring Bike. This gave me an idea. Even though I have not ridden in years, I still have my motorcycle license.

I walked up and shook Toby's hand in greeting and Sarah politely greeted him as well. She stood next to me holding my arm and patiently waited while I talked with him.

"Toby, how would you like to make one thousand dollars this weekend for just sitting home on Sunday?"I asked laying ten one hundred dollar bills on the table between us.

"That would be wonderful what do you have in mind?" He answered but not picking up the bills; his interest obvious from the momentary surprised look on his face, but caution prevailed as he waited to hear my proposal before he accepted the money.

"I want to rent your scoot for the rest of the weekend. I will pay to have it fully serviced and detailed at the Honda dealer when I am done. I doubt that I will put more then 150 miles on it, but if I do I will pay you ten dollars a mile for very mile over 150."

We consummated our agreement with a handshake. Sarah tried on his wife's leather jacket that was stored in the one of the saddlebags.

I suspected that it would fit since Mary is slightly larger then Sarah and Mary's helmet fit my pretty girl as well.

As for me I left the house in blue jeans and long sleeved white silk shirt (a gift from my ladies) and a well-worn and comfortable dark brown goatskin A-2 Bomber jacket.

I also had on my scuffed but polished very comfortable black steel toe engineer boots. I wear them for safety reasons when cutting and splitting wood. Mark's helmet fit me perfectly so that base was covered as well, perfect.

Sarah was a little nervous when she first got on the bike behind me.

I drove slowly behind the various vender booths until I got to the van.

Mandy and Katherine had their hair pinned up in pretty buns and were looking forward to going out to dinner. My girls surrounded Sarah and wanted to know where I got the ride all of them talking at once.

I promised Minerva a ride home and Mandy would get her chance tomorrow. Katherine declined my offer saying that she had no use for motorcycles which brought on some good-natured teasing. I was not about to force her. I had... shall we say....other potential biker chicks waiting to ride with me?

I told the girls to bring our purchases home and unhitch the trailer.

They would meet us for dinner in two hours. I took Sarah's hair out of her braids letting her long brown hair spill down to the middle of her back on the borrowed leather jacket. I tied the two pink ribbons together and put them in my jacket pocket.

In order to get the feel of the bike I started out at slow to moderate speeds. This was a serious machine with a four stroke 6-cylinder boxer/1520 ccm. (92.75 cubic inch) displacement and a 5 speed

Gear-box with a top speed of 118 mph (180.0 km/h), if you will pardon the expression this bitch can hall ass.

I rode a beat-up moped while in college until I sold my first patent to IBM. They wanted to keep my motherboard out of the market for the next ten years or until the competition came up with one similar.

This gave me my seed money to incorporate and start my own business with just one employee... me.

In celebration, I purchased a trashed 1965 Harley panhead and completely restored it to almost showroom condition except for adding a suicide throttle.

I rode with a very rough crowd in those days drinking and getting into fights and sometimes just for the sake of fighting. Not that I was a hardcore biker but I liked the unfettered freedom that it afforded me and especially the women. In the beginning many of the fights were because word got out that I was somewhat of an intellectual and heaven forbid liked poetry.

There is a price to pay for everything. I won some and lost some and have the scars to prove it.

I never looked for trouble; however I never backed down when trouble found me. I was grudgingly tolerated and mostly was left alone but never really accepted. I was allowed at all open meets. Actually, I was somewhat of a novelty to them.

I charmed many of the biker chicks with poetry or with Shakespeare: Romeo & Juliet was a favorite. It was said that "Shakespeare" (me) was OK to party with because he minded his own business and kept his mouth shut. He was a pretty good crank (mechanic) with a wrench and he just might bash you with it out of general principle.

That was my nickname; my handle in those wild days. I sold my panhead to Snake during the sixth year of my marriage as my interests were changing and I did not want Martha or my child exposed to this crude and rough lifestyle. This was the year that Martha was carrying my son.

Snake was the closest thing to a friend that I had with the bikers and he was one scary son of a bitch. The man could look at you with his cold expressionless eyes; snake eyes and back most men down with his frigid stare alone. I took his back in a fast food restaurant parking late one night against 6 drunk jocks; they were football players looking for trouble.

At that time I knew of him but never met him. Snake was a loner and one crazy son of a bitch; even the bikers were afraid of him and for those people that was saying something.

He was down on the ground and they were stomping the hell out of him, although he did manage to bite a big chuck out of one of the jocks legs while down there. I started one of the jock's cars on fire as a distraction and managed to knock one of them out before I ruptured another's testicles giving Snake a chance to get on his feet to fight.

In all the confusion I grabbed Snake and got him the hell out of there before the police and firemen arrived. The fight was mostly out of the jocks by then. They made no attempt to stop us or follow us at least not on foot... and the car was engulfed in flames by then.... but I digress so back to my pretty girl.

Sarah was glued to my back with her arms around my waist and holding on tight. She was also urging me to go faster and was laughing with delight along with the music from the pipes.

When I hit a 3-mile straightaway I opened the throttle all the way.

The vibration of that powerful engine between my legs coupled with a beautiful woman behind me.... a beautiful and loving woman with her long hair streaming behind her in the rushing wind gave me a rock hard erection.

I had plans for us and intended to make a detour and stop at the Hamlin Beach State Park to get into my pretty girl's pants. Her initial fear was now over and Sarah was exhilarated with this new experience.

Sarah was getting turned on by the speed and was trying to put her hand down into the front of my jeans. If only this horse was equipped with a suicide throttle. No doubt, for Sarah the bike was a 100 horsepower vibrator at 5200 RPM, stimulating her sweet clitoris.

When we arrived at Hamlin I paid the entrance fee declining the complimentary map as I knew all the parks along the lake like the back of my hand.

We drove around a bit checking things out; Sarah has been here often with me particularly before I acquired my three other ladies. Aside from a few late season fishermen and a smattering of campers we pretty much had the place to ourselves.

I went to a secluded stone pavilion in an isolated corner and drove the bike inside parking on the concrete floor. Before I could get my helmet off Sarah had already taken off hers and was all over me.