Girlfriends - Part 2

By Nigel McParr
von_souppe @ hotmail . com
Copyright 2011 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

The close harmony of The Platters crooning Deep Purple floated from the radio in the living room into the kitchen where Madison was sitting at the table across from her mother. She was pouring coffee when the phone rang. Her mother gave Madison a wry smile. I'll bet that's Carter. Let me get it," she said rising from her chair.

"Carter, my boy, you're right on time and that's a very good thing. Why yes you may. She's right here.”

 Madison tucked the phone between her chin and shoulder and filled her coffee cup while she listened. “What? Of course you can't. Mother's going out and I have a surprise for you....No! I'm not going to tell you. You just be here at seven sharp, showered, shaved, and wearing clean underwear. Bring an overnight bag.” She hung up the phone before her boyfriend had a chance to respond.

Her mother looked at her. "Is Carter being naughty?"

"Yes, he was and he will pay. He actually asked me if you were going to be here."

"Why-"

"Mother, you know darn well Carter is absolutely terrified of you."

Madison's mother smiled. "Perhaps a little…but isn’t that how it should be? However, that does not excuse his being difficult with you. I shall remind him the next time he's here."

"He’ll be here next weekend."

"Perfect. It's time my future son-in-law met the real me."

"Mother, you promised to hold off until after the wedding..."

Madison's mother gave her daughter a wry smile. "Just a teensy lesson, dear. Now, I'm going upstairs to shower and change. Harry, my new gentleman caller, will be here before Madison arrives."

"Is he behaving himself in the manner to which you are accustomed?"

"Perfectly," she murmured. "He's absolutely sublime and I think he's the one. By the way, I'll need my whip and strap-on tonight. Is that a problem?"

"Not in the least. I'll have Carter tonight. Punishment is the last thing on my mind."

"Madison, what you're doing for Heather is touching and sweet. How I envy her. I wish my own girlfriend had done it for me before I made the mistake of marrying your father. After tonight, Heather will never be the same. You must tell me everything when it's over."

"I will, Mother. Do have a wonderful night with Harry."

"You can count on it."        

When Heather arrived, Madison gave her a quick kiss and hustled her upstairs to her bedroom. "Take off your clothes, Heather. I have something very special for you tonight." She went to her closet and took out a sheer red thigh-length baby doll nightie. Seeing it, made Heather so nervous she had trouble getting out of her jeans and unhooking her bra. She forced herself to stand still while Madison dropped the nightie over her head and tied the silk straps tightly at her waist just below the swinging arcs of her breasts. The silk straps had disappeared beneath the overhung expanse of her breasts. When she looked down, she saw the neckline was trimmed in a pretty swirl of stitchery and low cut to reveal the deep cleft between her breasts. The hem barely covered her sex. The puffed and ribboned sleeves left her fleshy upper arms bare.

Madison turned her to the mirror. Shrouded in straining crimson, Heather's breasts, areolas, and nipples were readily apparent through the diaphanous fabric. Her breasts were waist-deep and completely filled the bodice of her nightie. She caught glimpses of her pussy as she moved. Captivated by her new look, she forgot about Carter and whispered. "Will I be wearing panties tonight?         

"Funny you should ask. The outfit did come with panties. At first, I thought not, but then I changed my mind. I am putting you in the panties and it will drive Carter crazy." She handed them to Heather and waited while Heather worked them up her legs and over her ample hips. "No sense us letting Carter see everything right away. He’ll have to work for your twat."

"Madison, I'm scared silly."

“You mustn't worry. I'll be here the whole time. Carter is going to fuck the daylights out of you and you are going to love it. No girl I know has lost her virginity in better fashion than you will tonight. Now sit on the bed facing the door.”

In spite of her nerves, Madison’s words reassured her and made her panties wet. When she sat, her breasts piled into her lap and welled above her neckline. She was so preoccupied, she barely heard Madison. "Heather girl, know you are drop-dead gorgeous. Your cleavage is in full bloom. You've never looked more enticing." 

The clang of the front doorbell came up the stairs. "That must be Carter. You sit tight and don't you dare touch yourself while I'm fetching him."

Carter was waiting on the front porch. Madison inspected him before she opened the screen door and let him in. He was wearing sneakers, clean jeans, and a polo shirt. He was about Madison's height with sandy-red hair and a splash of freckles across the slender ridge of his nose. He looked at Madison with bright blue-green eyes and smiled expectantly. “Here as ordered.”

Madison laughed as she brushed the damp hair away from his eyes. She pressed her glossy lips to his cheek. “Mmm, you smell of baby powder, fresh and clean. You've earned a rare gold star, little man. Mother will be pleased. She's going to join us next weekend. She wants you to get to know her a little better.”

Carter blanched. "Really?" he squeaked.

"Carter, don't you get it? You are marrying me and my mother."  

Heather was nervously clasping and unclasping her hands when she heard the knock and the bedroom door swung open. Madison came in first. She was still in her jeans but had removed her top. Her breasts were high and full and jiggled enticingly as she led Carter blindfolded into the bedroom. She stood him in front of Heather then undid his blindfold. 

“Surprise!”

Heather looked up at Carter with a weak smile. She knew Carter, though not that well. Madison kept him mostly to herself and squarely under her thumb. Carter gazed down at her with an expression of awe and disbelief. Heather assumed he wasn’t quite sure what Madison meant to do with him. Heather caught his eyes flicking down to her exposed breasts. His look launched a trill in her thighs and belly.

“Hi, Carter,” she whispered in an attempt to break the awkward silence.

“Hi…Hi, yourself, Heather.” He glanced back at Madison who stood sphinx-like behind him with her arms crossed over her breasts. Heather saw Carter was beginning to realize that tonight just maybe his wildest dream might come true. Heather held him with her eyes, forcing him to blink. Already she was feeling stronger and more self-assured.

Madison stepped forward. “Carter. Tonight I have a reward and a mission for you. Heather needs to lose her virginity and you, my boy, are going to make that happen. Besides me, I cannot think of a better way to utilize that big tool of yours. But first, we need to calm your nerves, put you in the right frame of mind.”

“M-Madison-”

“Be still, Carter. Don’t make me get out my paddle. Now strip to your birthday suit.”

Heather watched in numbed silence as Carter shed his polo shirt and sneakers and lowered his jeans. His great cock sprang liked a coiled spring from his cotton briefs. He glanced at Madison. “Everything,” she snapped.  

Carter's nakedness stunned Heather. He stood before her like a young Greek god, an Adonis. He was the product of Madison's regular workouts, well muscled, hard and tight. There wasn’t a ripple or sag. No wonder Madison loved to fuck this young man. What girl wouldn't? His cock was half-hard now, as if it were still unsure. Carter’s eyes were wider than Heather had ever seen. She wondered if he was going to burst into tears. 

“Madison,” Heather exclaimed. I’m not sure…I mean like-”

“Just relax and enjoy yourself. You have nothing to fear. Carter, you may begin your warm up.” 

            Heather watched Carter cautiously begin to explore Madison’s breasts. His tenderness surprised and warmed her, chased away some of her nervousness. He handled Madison’s breasts as if they were finely china. Watching his fingers graze Madison’s breasts and tease her nipples erect sent shivers through her. She could almost feel the play of his fingertips over her own breasts. It had been so long coming. When Carter kissed his mistress, she held him captive with her mouth until he could scarcely breathe. Madison had cast her spell and it was working. He was growing bolder, his cock stood fully erect now while he fondled and kissed her nipples.

At Madison’s nod, he eased her into his arms. He kissed her eyes, her mouth, the nape of her neck, causing her to giggle with delight. Heather could see he was well trained. When he tried to fondle her pussy through her jeans, she pushed his hand away and ordered him to return to her breasts. She teased him unmercifully, running the tips of her long nails over his engorged cock head. To Heather's delight and envy, he trembled each time Madison touched him. His head dropped and he buried his face in the valley of her breasts. His child-like cries of delight fueled Heather. She wondered if Madison was as hot as she was.

Thank you, Madison. Carter is wonderful and so compliant. I hope I can handle him half as well as you do.

             “Enough, Carter” Madison sighed, lifting his face from her breasts. “Now I want you to turn your full attention to Heather.” Carter gave her such a look of pure adolescent desire and adulation that Heather’s sex began to throb.

“Heather, he’s yours.”

In that instant, Heather instinctively knew what to do with this boy. It was as if she were linked in some inexplicable way to Madison. She beckoned to Carter and lifted her breasts to his eager cock, trapping him between them. He smelled of Lava soap and shampoo. She could feel the pulsing of his cock. It moved her to kiss its bulging head emerging like a mushroom from the depths of her breasts. Her lips grazing his cock made him tremble and blush. She adored the image he projected: a little boy trapped in a man’s body. 

“You smell wonderful, Carter. I like that. If Madison would let me, I’d take your big cock home with me.”

“Maybe down the road I'll allow Carter an overnighter, but it’s going to be awhile before that happens,” Madison replied.

Heather released him from her breasts and took his cock into her hands. She began to toy with the head of his cock. He was big and it was a totally new experience for her. Other than changing diapers while babysitting, she had never seen a boy’s cock. “He’s already wet,” She whispered to Madison.

            “Oh, I can imagine. Look at the ridge on the underside of his dick. It runs from his balls to the tip of his cock. ”

            Heather traced the swollen ridge with her fingertip. It was resilient to the press of her fingers. He was throbbing, like a big old steam engine she thought. 

“It’s full of semen, so you must be careful. One faux move on your part, and he’ll do his best to empty his balls.”

Heather pressed her thumb into the pliant ridge and slid it upward to the head of his cock, which caused poor Carter to shudder and groan. When the inevitable tiny drop of pre-semen oozed from his cock, she released him. “It’s not time yet, little man.” 

He shuddered as she ran the tip of her finger over the taut fold of his foreskin. When she slipped her hand beneath the fullness of his balls and cradled them in her palm, Carter went up on his toes.

“Carter, are you afraid? I’m not going to hurt you.”

“At least not tonight,” Madison added.

She kept him on his toes while she looked up into his eyes and whispered, “I won’t hurt you. After all, Madison chose you to take my virginity.” She patted the bed beside her. “You’re not in a dream, Carter. Madison and I have decided to reward you.” Carter sat very still glancing at Madison for approval. Heather realized he was terribly conscious of his nakedness and the tower that sprang from his groin. She placed his hand on her breasts.

“You have soft hands, Carter. Keep them that way. You have been studying my breasts since we first met. Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed. I would hope Madison has punished you for that invasion of my privacy. I do not like being objectified.” Heather looked up to Madison, standing in the shadows. 

“I’ve seen to his nonsense,” Madison said softly. “He’s paid for his transgressions and he’ll pay again next weekend when he’s with Mother and me. I can assure you there won’t be any fun stuff that weekend. It will be a training session – what Mother likes to call getting back to basics.”

            Carter’s hands were feather-like as he began to caress Heather’s breasts, first holding them proudly in his hands, then teasing her nipples until they stood painfully charged and erect. Every time he touched her, shivers of delight coursed through her. Incredibly, his cock seemed to grow even longer and thicker. She wondered how it would feel when he was inside her. Could she even take it all? This is a singular moment, she reminded herself. She vowed to take every inch of him and nothing less. She gave him a long sensuous open-mouthed kiss, before she lowered his face into the open vee of her nightie and the cushiony warmth of her breasts. Madison’s voice interrupted her reverie.

“On your knees, Carter. Get between Heather's legs.” 

Heather spread her thighs while Carter dropped to his knees. With Carter now between her legs, Heather forgot about Madison. She no longer mattered.  She looked down at Carter who was glancing at her wet panties. She was sure he could see her pussy through the damp fabric. “Clasp your arms together behind your back," she ordered. "You seem quite taken with my panties. So you may kiss them right on my sweet spot.” It suddenly occurred to her she was becoming bossier by the minute. It filled her with a new sense of ownership and self-confidence. Carter gulped and lowered his head into her thighs. The warmth of his breath and the brush of his lips on her panties were electrifying. “Kiss me, Carter. Nibble like a mouse at my panties. Make me wet with your passion.”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am,” Carter murmured from the depths of her thighs. He opened his mouth wide and began to suck through the damp nylon covering the plump sheen of her pussy. She dropped back on the bed onto her elbows and squeezed his head tightly between her thighs, imprisoning him.

“Keep going, Carter,” she whispered. “It’s wonderful.”   

Encouraged, Carter sucked even harder. Heather thought she was going to explode. She was groaning and thrusting, ordering him to fill his mouth with her wet panties.

Madison was about to intervene when Heather gasped, “Pull down my panties and get busy.”

            She lifted her hips from the bed, allowing Carter to slip his hands under the waistband of her panties. She would never felt anything like Carter’s hands sliding her panties down over the spread of her hips. When her panties were out of the way, she ordered him back between her thighs and held him there pressing the back of his head hard into her pussy. His mouth was wide, sucking furiously at her aching sex. Her latent need to control broke the surface of her mind and swept her away. She had never felt so liberated, so empowered. If Carter were hers, he would live between her legs and she’d never let him out. Madison leaned down to Carter and said softly, “Carter, you’d better be tongue-fucking her.”

Heather grinned up at Madison. “Oh, he is, Madison," she said between clenched lips. "Yes, he most surely is.”

“I’ve trained him to suck the meat of an orange through a hole in its skin.”

“Very effective,” Heather giggled on her way to another planet.  

Carter seemed to understand exactly what Madison wanted. He was eating her pussy with a gentleness and tenderness she had not expected. She began to see that perhaps the best way for her to establish her hold on Mr. Johnson was to treat him as a strict mother might manage her naughty child. Strong words and harsh punishments would surely have their place. Madison would help her with that part. At the same time, she would add her own brand of care and compassion to the mix. Mr. Johnson would have reason to fear and fawn over her. He would become her Carter. The prospect was immensely satisfying.

Carter was tongue fucking her to beat hell now. It was a near mystical experience. Awash in ecstasy, she writhed in unabashed pleasure, so damn close to slipping into the abyss she’d always sought but never achieved when she masturbated. She opened her mouth and silently screamed, “Mr. Johnson, your day of reckoning is coming. I swear I will bring you to your knees and make you mine, little man. All fucking mine!”

            Madison’s voice cut through her umpteenth orgasm. “Okay, lovebirds, it’s time to move on.”

Heather caught the trace of jealousy in her best friend's voice and thought it understandable. She would have felt the same way. Successive orgasms had left her so weak she could hardly sit up and he hadn’t even fucked her yet. She looked down at Carter and his glistening mouth and gave him a measured smile. She lifted his face to hers. He was grinning proudly. His reeking of her was the impetus for another short but powerful orgasm. She gave him a succulent kiss and nearly swallowed his tongue. Madison stood him on his feet, hugged his nakedness, and told him he’d done a fine job. Caught between the two women, Carter just grinned, basking in his new "Have cock - will travel" role. 

 Madison opened up the bed. “Carter, get into bed on your back,” she ordered, giving him a stinging slap on his bottom as he scuttled into bed. “Heather, darling, it’s time we popped your cherry.”

Heather blushed and giggled at her best friend’s frankness. “Madison, please...”

Carter lay perfectly still on the bed; his cock rose like an oak from his groin. He glanced at Heather and smiled. “Take off your nightie, Heather. It has served its purpose.”

            Heather was so preoccupied with Carter’s cock and the thought she was going to take it all, her shaking fingers could hardly undo the satin ties at her waist. When the ribbons finally came free, her heavy breasts dropped proudly to her belly. Carter watched wide-eyed while she drew the nightie over her head. She could see he loved her breasts. How did that make Madison feel? Someday she’d make him pay for that leer but right now, there were other matters to address. She let her nightie fall to the floor. Standing naked beside the bed, she glanced at Madison.

            “Go for it, Heather. Remember…I love you.”

Heather folded her arms in Madison’s pose and looked down at Carter. In spite of her excitement, a part of her remained calm and in control. She was determined to assume the upper hand even though she wasn’t quite sure yet how she’d maintain it. She watched his eyes boldly play over the expanse of her breasts, her darkened areolas and smallish waist, the subtle arcs of her generous hips and the dark wetness of her pussy. His expression seemed to say he was more nervous than she was. Her need to be fucked silly returned with a vengeance. He would do as she instructed. Eager and in control, she climbed onto the bed determined to use Carter as nothing more than a means to her end. He was nothing more than her man-tool; a device to satisfy her own selfish need. She would ride Carter until he had nothing left to give.

            She straddled him, capturing him in the damp fleshy heat of her thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pinning him to the bed. Her breasts huge and full hovered like water-filled balloons above him, sheltering and intoxicating him with their beauty. Tonight, she thought, this boy is mine - body and soul.

Madison moved out of the shadows to the foot of the bed. She placed her hands on Heather’s ample hips. “Tonight, Heather, Carter is yours. Think of him as your sex toy.”

“Trust me, Madison; I’m already of that mind.” 

Madison’s and Heather’s words reduced Carter, made him whimper. He glanced down at his trembling cock and silently prayed they couldn’t see the first glimmering droplets.

“Don’t you dare ejaculate,” Madison warned him. “Every drop is meant for Heather. I do not want to see even one stain on my sheets.” Standing now behind Heather, she stroked the swollen lips of Heather’s pussy. Her voice was syrupy, as smooth as heavy cream. “Darling, it’s your time.” She gently steered Heather’s hips and pussy until she made contact with Carter’s cock. Madison skillfully balanced Heather's pussy atop the drumhead of Carter’s cock, causing Heather to throw back her head, sway, and moan each time the cock grazed her glistening pussy. Unfamiliar totally delicious currents radiated from her pussy, spread like wildfire into her belly and thighs. She lowered her breasts until her proud nipples hung tantalizingly close to Carter's mouth. Madison's voice dissipated the heavy silence.

“Don’t let him nurse, not yet,” Madison ordered. Her command drove Carter into a spate of frustration, which earned him a warning. "Carter, you best behave yourself."

He cried out as Madison’s sure hands gently guided Heather's hips and her pussy onto the crimson head of Carter’s cock. He was so fat and hard Heather’s sex resisted Madison’s initial push. Heather wondered if she’d be able to take Carter after all.

Madison leaned to her and whispered, “I have fucked this boy a thousand times…always to the hilt. If I can deep-fuck him, so can you.”

“God knows I’m wet enough.”

“Let me manage it,” Madison said. She placed one hand on Heather’s lower back. Her other hand went between Heather’s thighs and took hold of Carter’s cock. “In we go, Heather." She said softly, simultaneously applying pressure to Heather’s back and guiding Carter’s cock-head until he had entered her. Heather let out a shriek as the bulbous head of his cock sank into her pussy. The pain and first blush of pleasure to come was beyond description.

“Bingo.”

“Omigod, Madison!” Heather shrieked. 

“Isn't it wonderful, darling? Carter has parked his car in your garage. Don’t move. Savor this moment. Feel the pain become pure joy. It’s a moment you’ll never forget.”

Carter’s cock head was throbbing inside her. Madison’s hands were back on her hips now, assuring her with their firmness and warmth. As the pain began to recede, the first faint strands of pure gratification coursed through her. The tiniest movement of Carter’s cock sent her into orbit.  It was too much. She began to cry.

“Heather, what’s wrong?”

“B-Between you and Carter’s cock, I’ve…never felt…anything so wonderful…Sweet Jesus…I never thought a threesome…well you know what I mean.” 

“I’m with you. Mother helped me with my first fuck. Another woman’s presence and guidance adds a new dimension, makes a big difference. Mother and I love you every bit as much as you love us.”

Heather was adrift now, seemingly floating above the bed. She had no desire to come down. She had turned herself over to Madison whom she loved and trusted.

“Heather, let me manage. Be still and let Carter suckle your breasts.”

Heather nodded dreamily. “I’ve never…felt like…this…”

            “Believe me. I know how you feel and it’s just the beginning.”

Carter was nursing furiously, sucking her elongated nipples and areolas deep into his mouth. Her breasts ached and screamed for milk. His big cock had stretched her to the point where she no longer felt any pain. Wave after rising wave of unadulterated bliss surged through her. She was barely aware of Madison’s presence, her hands still on her hips. Her focus had narrowed down to Carter’s cock. Nothing else mattered now, but taking every blessed inch of him. 

            Madison eased Heather down taking more of Carter’s cock. “Listen to him,” she said. “He loves to nurse. He’s worse than a baby.”

“I love it. I can’t describe what it does to me.”

             “See how this feels.”

Heather’s body shook as the big cock slid deeper. “Goddamn it, Madison, he’s huge!”

“Don’t push. Savor the moment.”

As Madison gently eased her down onto Carter, it became even more exhilarating. His rock-ribbed cock slowly filled her and created a string of mini-orgasms that felt like currents flowing through her belly. 

            “Madison,” she gasped. “I want him…all of him…Now!”

            “You set the pace, Heather.”

 Madison’s hands were still on Heather’s hips, but they no longer guided her. She was free to proceed on her own. Madison’s hands energized her, made her want to take charge. She lowered her hips onto Carter, forcing his cock deep into her pussy. When his plump balls smacked hard into her crotch, she knew she had taken every inch of him. Caught up in an orgasmic haze, she managed one final push. Carter lay beneath her thrashing his head back and forth, her breasts forgotten. Deep inside her, his cock throbbed like a panting dog.

“He’s ready, but don’t let him come, Heather. You’re the boss. It’s your day. Ride Carter as long as you wish. Make him wait until you are completely satisfied.”

“O-o-g-h, M-Madison, please,” he whimpered. 

            Heather stared down into Carter’s eyes. “No, Carter. Don’t even think about it. You will not come until I say so.”

            “O-O-g-h…please…”

            She ignored his pleas, lifting and lowering her hips, sending shock waves through her. Each time she settled herself back onto him, she told Carter it was not yet time. She had several more orgasms, before she raised her hips and poised her pussy so that only the head of Carter’s cock remained inside her.

“When I come down on you, Carter, it will be the last time. I want every drop of your come. Are you clear on that?”

Carter nodded with a big grin. As she descended, she plumped down hard. His fat cock shuddered and exploded, launching a fiery stream into her belly. She clamped her pussy lips firmly onto his cock while urging him to let go. His heat and volatility surprised her. It enhanced her own star bursting orgasmic ecstasy. As he emptied himself into her, she basked in the bittersweet loss of her virginity.

When Carter slowed and she had drained him, she gave him her breast. Feeling pleased and proud, she closed her eyes and savored everything about the experience. She had given up her virginity and it felt like nothing she’d expected.

Madison, my sister, my lover, my best friend, how can I ever thank you?

When Carter looked up at her for approval, she smiled down at him and planted a kiss on his forehead. She was no longer the submissive mouse subject to Mr. Johnson’s gropings. She was satiated and transformed. Under Madison’s watch, Carter had done his job and Madison had opened the door to dominance and subjugation. Eyes wide, she readily walked through that door and never looked back. Poor Carter, she had nothing in common with him now except she was his superior. She hoped Madison would allow her to take him home for sleepovers.

As she climbed off the bed, she was already envisioning a course of action to bring down Mr. Johnson. She would toy with him like a cat playing with a mouse. She would insidiously increase her control until in the end he would be dependent on her. Perhaps she’d even marry him if things worked out. It would be lovely to have a compliant man around the house. Mr. Johnson was the obvious choice. The prospect of domesticating her boss and bringing him to heel made her shiver with delight. She had never felt more alive.

Madison sent Carter to the bathroom. When he left, she turned to Heather. “You did

good, girl. I think you relished - no you loved - losing your cherry.” Heather nodded, smiling.       “Well don’t get too smug.  There are conditions that you need to meet as we move ahead. First, starting tomorrow morning no more bras and that especially means while you’re working at the store.”

Heather opened her mouth to object, but then closed it and gave Madison her silent assent. She had to trust Madison’s judgment as the right way to assert her femininity and gain control of Mr. Johnson. If going braless would capture his cock, she had nearly won the battle. Soon after, she would control the rest of him, too.

“Madison...the experience tonight has changed my perspective. I am a different woman now. It will be embarrassing the first time I leave the house, but I am committed. Will you be there for me?”

“Of course, darling, but based on my mother’s and my own experience going braless, you’re going to love the envious stares and admiring looks. Showing a little nipple is so liberating. I mean it’s who we are.”

“What do you think about Mr. Johnson? I have an idea or two about how to bring him to heel, but I’d like to hear your thoughts. ”

“You’re still a fledgling. Give yourself time to become comfortable in a dominant role. Remember I said there were conditions? The first was no bra. The second is you must spend more time with Mother and me before you take on Mr. Johnson. We are training Carter to become the perfect husband and son-in-law. It would be good for you to witness his training.”

Heather realized Madison was inviting her to join their inner circle. She had always wondered what happened on those weekends when Madison and her mother mysteriously disappeared. “I’d love that,” she murmured.”

“Heather girl. I simply cannot wait to see you braless at work. In the meantime, we have more business to take care of – just you and I.” Madison took Heather’s hand and led her back into the bedroom. “Where is Carter?” Heather whispered.

“I put him in the attic on an Army cot. Now, it’s my turn. By the way, I am sending Carter over to your house tomorrow night. You’re going to need another session with him before you go to work Monday morning. By the time Heather lay in bed beside Madison, a reassuring smile had crept over her face.

Continued in Part 3