The Contract Ch. 06

Motoko stayed the night, and came prepared with condoms. I knew that Ran would find out, and I felt even more nervous. Tonight I was not only going to be with Motoko, but Ran would be getting a thrust by thrust review. I took it slow, and played with Motoko's body, sending it into to many crescendos. I used Motoko to satisfy myself, but I had Ran in my mind the entire time.

After my first orgasm, I decided to try to perform a Seventh Heaven. I had talked to Mary and Sherri about what I had heard on the recorder while Tonya and Ben were making love. Sherri believed that Ben was doing a Seventh Heaven, and explained it to me. I started making love to Motoko again, and allowed myself to become close to an orgasm, holding on until Motoko had her orgasm, and then let it reside, a First Heaven. I would switch what I was doing until I had control again, and resume. Each time, I would get more excited and have to fight the urge to explode. I held off my orgasm each time, and pulled back after Motoko achieved a climax. On the Sixth Heaven, Motoko found out that she was multi orgasmic as I sent her into five orgasms spaced about 2 minutes apart. On the Seventh Heaven, I went all out, and madly worked Motoko into a frenzy. Motoko had a climax that lasted for over 30 seconds, before my body welled up with a gigantic release. We both collapsed and cuddled, before falling asleep.

***** Friday 11/02/2006 *****

After Motoko left, I had to pack and leave for my trip. I wanted to leave by 10, to give myself as much daytime driving as I could. That was when the city commissioner arrived. I was informed that I had not applied for a permit for my building. I went into the trailer, and pulled out my property description, showing that I received it 14 years ago, it was in an unincorporated area.

The commissioner informed me that the land had been annexed 12 years ago. Apparently, when the large farm was cut up and parceled out to the relatives, the city decided to annex the land into the city, so that they could tax the occupants. I knew my property taxes had jumped up a bit, but I had not understood that it was because the land was incorporated. I ended up calling the building salesman and the three of us did a quick negotiation which resulted in some changes to what I wanted to allow for code compliance. I also had to pay a fine, uuuugh!

I ended up having to submit blueprints, and had to have them approved before any additional work could be done. The commissioner said that they would be able to start back up in a week, if all went well. I also found out that the reason the commissioner found out was because we made so much noise last night. Thin metal walls transmitted sound fairly well. I felt I now wanted to insulate the workshop floor.

I met with the salesman. We had to put in a back door on the first floor, and a window as a fire escape from the second floor bedroom. I told him to insulate the entire 50 feet, and put in a bigger central air unit. I also had the porch extended to 30 feet and enclosed as a garage without any climate control in it. I could put the kilns in the garage area, and have a comfortable workshop to work in. He worked out the details, and I had to fork over more money, but he would get the blueprints in with the permit request today.

***** *****

I was out by one o'clock, three hours later than I thought I would be. But I was now on my way to Saltspring Island in British Columbia. Ten hours later, I was just past Denver and calling it a night. I made it to Boise the next day, and by Sunday afternoon, I was on a ferry to Saltspring Island.

All the time I kept thinking of Ran and Motoko. I was bothered by the attitude that Ran had toward Motoko. I felt Motoko was kind and attentive, and I had a little feeling that she might be a gold digger, but then again, she was going after a man who, except for a few people in the know, was unemployed. I talked to Motoko about the workshop, and that it meant that I might have several hard years ahead of me, and that didn't seem to bother her. I felt Ran's opinion was starting to look like a bluff on her part. In either case, I would let my relationship with Motoko run its course.

Ran wanted to encourage me to improve myself. I admired that, but I also needed to know if that encouragement ended when she had her husband. Ran could turn into an owner of the cultural center that controlled her husband. I would be a puppet that she controlled. If that were the case, I don't think I would ever be satisfied being married to Ran.

I checked into the hotel, and walked about the artist colony. I saw a wheelchair that I had seen before, and went over.

"Hello Eleanor."

She just missed me with her backswing. "How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Rose!"

"Well, we'll just have to see what your name card will have on it, won't we?"

"Paul, you know they will put my first name on it, so stop teasing me."

"OK Rose. How are you doing?"

"I'm a little angry since you interrupted this wonderful day. But I'll be a lot better after you buy me dinner."

"Well Milady, what can your gallant knight serve you for dinner?"

Eleanor Rose Jones and I seemed to keep bumping into each other at glass fusing classes. We met in Michigan, and then again in Pennsylvania. This was my second trip out to the west coast for classes. Next week would be my second class at Magma Glass in Oregon, and she was in the first class I attended. In all, I had spent five weeks taking glass workshop classes next to Rose. I think I struck a nerve the first time I saw her, because I kept calling her Eleanor instead of Rose. I think she got teased a lot about the name "Eleanor" a lot.

Everyone else called her Rose, but I still liked to get her riled up a bit. She seemed so sad in her wheelchair, and I think people avoided her. My teasing seemed to liven her up a bit, so I continued doing it. Sometimes, she was full of fire, and her wheelchair would not keep her down. She had a pair of crutches strapped to the back of the wheelchair, and would pull them out from time to time. Rose had one bad knee, her left one, what would not support weight. There were other times that Rose would fold into herself. That's when I would call her "Eleanor", and have to watch her mighty backhand.

"Paul, let me guess, you're going to Magma Glass's class next week."

"Sure am."

"So I am going to have to put up with you for two weeks straight?"

"Sure will, won't it be fun, Eleanor?"

She got me with her backhand that time. I laughed.

We had a great dinner. I found out that her ex-husband was still in jail for aggravated assault, but would be out in about eight months if she was unlucky. Rose was raped at a bar that she was serving drinks at. She refused to tell Jake who the men were, because Jake was enraged. Rose wanted the police to handle it, and she didn't want her husband to go to jail. Her husband went after the guys who did it, after he beat who it was out of Rose with a baseball bat. Rose ended up with a broken nose, broken left cheek, a broken left jaw, lost 6 teeth, a twice fractured left arm, broken ribs, three fractures in her left leg, and her left knee would never be able to support her weight ever again. Rose went down on the first swing. She had curled into a fetal position, and Jake beat the names out of her.

She was found nearly 12 hours later, when the police came to question her. Her bones had already started fusing back together, in whatever bent position they were in. A victims fund paid to get her jaw and nose fixed, so that she could eat again, and several of the fractures were broken and reset, but they couldn't do much for the knee. Her husband's rage had sentenced her to a wheelchair.

Rose was still upbeat, and I seemed to bring out the best in her. I seem to have a soft spot for maidens in distress. I stuck with her, and helped her the entire week.

***** *****

As if the water wasn't hot enough in the bath, Ran was steaming mad. Ran couldn't believe what she was hearing. Motoko had claimed that she had 14 orgasms the night of the warehouse kendo matches. Sure, there were two doubles, and one quintuple, but still, that meant that Paul had brought her to orgasm eight different times. Ran was twitching in frustration over letting Paul use Motoko.

Ran had her first orgasm four days ago, in the fluminarium channel. She was dying for Paul to take her, and end her frustration. Ran kept thinking to herself, I'm a good girl, I don't play with myself. She watched the other women in the bath, listening to Motoko spin her tale, and noticed that many of them had a hand between their legs. She could actually see that some of them were moving their elbows back and forth. Those Sluts, she would never be like them! She looked down, caught herself doing the same thing, and quickly moved her hand from between her legs. She watched as Motoko left the bath, and noticed how calm she was. Ran didn't know if she could take anymore of this torture.

Three years! How could she last three years of this! She had to think of some way to break down Paul's defenses, and let him take her. She would have to plea a little, but not much. She knew her path was going to be through respect and admiration, but right now, she just wanted to submit her body to Paul and make the aching go away. She watched as one of the girls quietly tensed up, and then relaxed. She looked down at her hand and willed it once again to remove itself from between her legs.

There was now secondary talk among other girls about how to get his attention after he had broken up with Motoko. He now had at least four other women wanting to be his next girlfriend, and Motoko's relationship wasn't even cold yet. Ran was seeing even more rivals against her. What kind of man was Paul, that he could send Motoko into 14 orgasms? And how would she ever get her own aching to stop?

***** Monday 11/05/2006 *****

The class on Saltspring Island was a studio boot camp. The studio was a place where artists paid money to use their equipment. Fifteen different pieces of equipment were covered; saws, cutters, grinders, flat laps, belt sanders, two sandblasters, and a lathe were demonstrated, as well as four different styles of kilns. Each of us was given four projects on the first four days, and expected to qualify for each piece of equipment. In total, I would end up with sixteen finished pieces. The last two days of class were free days to allow students to finish projects.

I considered this to be the more important class of the two that I had signed up for. Sure, Magma Glass was where artists received true inspiration from the masters, but this class allowed me to try out every piece of equipment that I might want in my workshop, and see how to use it before I bought one.

Once again, I was a man with a huge bonus check burning a hole in his pocket.

Near the end of the week, I found out that Rose had her flight to Oregon from Vancouver cancelled. I stepped in, and offered to drive her to Oregon. I had enough room to get both of our bags into the trunk of my Impala, and her wheelchair into the back seat. So she accepted.

On, Sunday, we drove to Portland, Oregon, home of Magma Glass. This class was called manipulating molten glass, and involved pouring and altering glass while it was in a pliable state. The pot melt that I tried turned out terrible, and I wanted to do a lot better. It was also fortunate that we were in the same hotel, so Rose didn't have to rent a car for the week.

When we pulled over for gas, Rose offered to drive. I gave her a puzzled look. "I have a bad left leg, and unless this has a manual transmission, which it doesn't, I can drive." Rose and I alternated driving after that.

While driving to Portland, I found out that Rose lived in St. Louis, which is only a four hour drive from my home. I offered to drive her to the St. Louis airport so that she could pick up her car. She insisted on paying half of the gas money, and we figured out that we would both come out ahead. I then asked about hotel, and she told me that as long as there were two beds, and that I was a gentleman, we could split the hotel room costs, but no funny business.

When the class started on Monday, Rose wandered off, and I looked for an open workstation so that I could sit next to her. When I discovered that there was only one workstation left, I figured out that Rose was an instructor for this class. She was introduced as a thin glass master, one who does enameling and cloisonné. She was teaching a section on combing, which is when tools are dragged across the surface of molten glass.

She had brought in examples of her enameling work, and she was a master of combing on these very thin pieces of glass that were melted on top of metal. Rose was expanding from thin glass to fused glass, and now showing these techniques to others.

The week went well, and I placed a huge order for some clear/vanilla streaky glass, and some assorted glass packs. In all, I purchased about 500 pounds of it. I got a very huge discount for such a large purchase. Rose also placed an order for glass, but a lot less than I did. She was grateful to be able to drive home with glass, and not have to ship it.

***** *****

We got on the road on Friday about four in the afternoon, when the class ended. The driving was wonderful. Rose and I made a hundred mile rule. Each of us would drive for 100 miles, and then we would switch. I was a lot more relaxed on the drive, and we were able to travel longer. Rose already knew many of the hotels that had handicap accessible rooms, so I let her make the overnight arrangement. We ended up in just east of Boise the first night with a room with two queen beds.

***** *****

Jake paced the floor. "Rose! Tell me! Tell me who raped you!"

Rose sobbed, "No Jake! You're too drunk! If I tell you now, you'll go after them yourself. Let the police do their job, and pick them up. I did the rape kit, and they have all the evidence they need. Please, Jake, let it go!"

"Woman, you don't understand! If they attacked my wife, they attacked me, and I'm not going to sit around and do nothing! Once more Rose, tell me who did this!"

Rose felt Jake grab her again, and slam her into the bathroom door. He then threw her onto the floor and grabbed a baseball bat.

"No, Jake, Please!"

Jake looked at the bathroom door, that had a dent where Rose's head had been.

"You haven't asked to clean up, have you?"

"Jake I did that at the hospital."

"No! You liked it! You came home, and still have the filth of those men on you, and you have been home for over a half an hour, and you didn't wash their filth off of you yet. You teased them into raping you, didn't you?"

"NO, JAKE! I was cleaning up when you arrived at the hospital. I love you! I never wanted them to touch me, I swear!"

"NO! BITCH! You wanted it! Now tell me their fucking names!"

"JAKE, PLEASE!"

WHACK! "TELL ME, BITCH! OR I'll give you another!"

"JAKE! NO!"

WHACK!

"It was Mick Henders, and the Peterson brothers."

"What the FUCK! They're my friends? Why would they go after you Rose?"

"I don't know Jake, but they did."

"I'LL KILL 'EM. I'll kill ALL THREE of 'em. You must have been teasing them, Rose. This is your fault. You let them have you, didn't you?"

"No Jake, I sw..."

The rain of hits started to pound as Rose curled herself onto her right side. Rose felt every blow crashing down on her, crushing bones, and pounding her flesh into meat.

Then she felt a soft touch. "Rose, you're having a nightmare. You are safe."

Paul stroked Rose carefully, and spoke in a soothing voice. Rose rolled over and clung to Paul. She sobbed openly as Paul stroked her hair. "It's OK, you're safe. It's going to be OK."

Paul spent the rest of the night with Rose crushed against him. He woke up several times when Rose tensed up, and he gently stroked her and whispered encouraging words, until Rose relaxed.

The second day of driving went well. They had a king size bed this time, and Paul held her the entire night. Rose only tensed up twice.

It was three in the afternoon when Paul pulled the Impala into the Park and Fly at Lambert-St. Louis International Airport. Rose directed Paul to her van, a big white van.

"Rose, do you have the rear three seats pulled out of that 15-passenger van?"

"Yes, I can get my booth in the back when I go to art shows to sell my jewelry. Why?"

"You don't have a sister named Sherri Grey? Do you?"

"Yes she's my identical twin sister. Wait, you told me that you lived in the Ozarks, Paul. What city are you from?"

"Quartz Springs."

"You're the Paul from the parking lot fight, aren't you!"

"And you were driving this van that day, weren't you! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was two hundred feet away! And you were facing away from the van for most of the fight. Do you really think I can recognize you from your butt? What about you?"

"Like you said, I was too far away. I bet they knew."

"Do you know what this means?"

In unison... "We've been set up!"

Rose pulled out her cell phone, "The nerve of my sister, I can't believe they did this."

I pulled out my cell phone, "It wasn't your sister. It was Mary that did this. She's the one who suggested these classes to me!"

Rose: "Sherri! How could you do this to me!"

Paul: "Mary, this has gone far enough!"

Rose: "What right do you have to play cupid, and what makes you think that I would want to be with him?"

Paul: "Wait! I DID NOT just hear a high five, DID I?"

Rose: "You just wait until I get down there and beat you up!"

Paul: "No Mary, I am a gentleman, I'll just hold you down. I'll give my Shinai to Rose and I let her beat you up."

Rose: "And you can forget about me ever nursing on your breasts ever again!"

Paul: "And that goes for me too!"

We both hung up, and sat there, realizing what we had both said. The cell phones rang, and we both turned off our cell phones and turned to each other. Both of us said in unison... "We need to talk."

"You fucked my sister, didn't you?"

"And you've screwed your sister Sherri, haven't you? That's incest."

"Don't play the incest card with me, Paul unless you are ready to back it up."

"How?"

"Look me straight in the eye, Paul, and I want you to think about this. Tell me you've never ever had a fantasy about having sex with identical twin sisters. And think of two identical Sherri's while you answer that."

I paused and then I looked away.

"Aha! That's what I thought! Now look at me again. Tell me that fantasy didn't have the two girls warming up on each other, and getting each other all hot and bothered, while you watched. Well, Paul?

I was silent, and looked down. She was right.

"HA! I though so. It's always the same. People get all self righteous about incest, but doing the identical twins has been accepted as OK. Double your pleasure, double you fun? Oh, no! That would be wrong! That damn jingle has been around since the '50s!"

I looked at her and started to apologize.

"And don't get me started how people in wheelchairs don't have sexual urges either! I don't want to beat you up, but I haven't had a date in four years, and sex with Sherri has been my only outlet."

"OK, I didn't deserve that."

"Well, tell me Paul, have you ever thought about doing me?"

"No, but in my defense, I was married, and I now have a girlfriend."

"Ok, but I don't want any pity from you, do you hear. I'm a woman, and not a poor crippled person that you can feel good that you helped. GOT THAT?"

"Loud and clear, Eleanor!"

She backhanded me, and smiled.

***** *****

I followed Rose to her apartment building. She had a two-bedroom apartment. Both bedrooms had a handicap accessible bathroom. Rose had converted one bedroom into her workshop, and had her kilns in that bathroom.