Chapter 68

Sam cleaned her hands saying, “It will be ready in fifteen minutes. You have something I could sing, Michael honey?”

“How about the main love song from CINDERELLA? I know it well enough to play for us to sing to...”

TOGETHER
So this is love (humming)
So this is love
So this is what makes life divine
I am all aglow (humming)
And now I know
The key to all heaven is mine
My heart has wings (humming)
And I can fly
I will touch every star in the sky
So this is the miracle that
I have been dreaming of
(CINDERELLA humming)
(Prince humming)
So this ... is love.

Jennifer came over to Sam and hugged her, while Princess took the opportunity for another kiss.

“You two blend really well,” Jennifer said.

“Thank you,” I said. “I keep finding these hot babes that really know how to sing, don’t I girls?”

“Is there a list somewhere that I should know about Michael?” Sam remarked.

“I don’t think so, at least not yet. Ask me again sometime. I would like to bare my soul to you.”

We all sat down to what Sam called her ‘15-minute Lasagna.’ “It might not be enough. I have never cooked for four people before,” she said to us.

“Don’t worry, it looks quite tasty Ms. Hornicek. Is your name Czechoslovakian?”

“Yes, it is ... how would you know that?”

“Before I spent all my time on music and school, I used to spend my spare time on Genealogy,” I explained to all.

We all started eating, enjoying something new. All she needs to do is learn how to double a recipe, but she may have been too nervous fixing her ‘first meal’ for us all.

I ate especially slow, so it would fill me up. I had three bottles of water to help that happen.

The three of us cleaned up afterward. There was not a sliver left of lasagna, making our newest companion very happy. We all mentioned how we liked new meal ideas, and also explained some of our fallback meals. She liked many of them as well. This may be another wonderful match of personalities.

I didn’t feel like playing again after our dinner, so I was very surprised to see Sam go over to the keyboard and started playing a melody I knew, but couldn’t seem to name...

SAMANTHA
Blue Moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue Moon
You knew just what
I was there for
You heard me
saying a prayer for
Someone I really
could care for

And then there suddenly
appeared before me
The only one my arms
will ever hold
I heard somebody
whisper please adore me
And when I looked to the
Moon had turned to gold
Blue Moon
Now I am no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue Moon
Now Im no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Without a love of my own
Without a love of my own

We all applauded for her and I went to her and gave her a really big kiss. She wasn’t resisting, so I picked her up and took her to her room, nodding at the girls and telling them, “Good night.”

Isabel and Jennifer giggled as this marvelous woman in my arms and I went through the door. I closed it using my hip and slowly dropped her onto the bed.

“Are you going to fuck me again, Michael?”

“Yes ... Miss Hornicek. If you have any other requests put them in now. I plan to make you unconscious for a while.”

“I thought that was an urban myth ... Lover,” she said frantically undressing herself.

“Not with me. I have had three different women who were out from ten to thirty minutes Jennifer, Katherine and Cece.”

“I suspected you’d been with each of them, not even Cece could withstand the charms of Michael Thomas, could she?”

“Cece and Katherine took me at the same time, and it was the most outstanding experience in my life. Does that shock you?”

“No, you have something of a hypnotic quality in your eyes. You focus on your quarry until ... she relents. Is there anyone else my man-of-prey is after?”

“Not at this time. Isn’t Michael Thompson single?”

“If you mean the Geography Teacher at Lincoln, he is. You are not turning to the ... other side, are you?”

“I was thinking of you going up to him and talk to him sometime. Maybe flirt a little with those marvelous eyes of yours that made me hard every time you flutter them at me.”

“I just moved in here and you are setting me up with another guy. Don’t you like me anymore?”

“That’s my problem my dear,” I said taking my shirt off and dropping my pants. “I like you way too much.”

“If you can fuck me unconscious, I will do everything short of throwing myself at him. Do we have a deal, loverboy?”

“You have got a deal.”

I dropped my face to between her knees and rubbed her thighs very softly. She responded with a shudder as I approached her womanhood with my mouth.

Contact! “Oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh Gooooooodddddddd!”

I attacked her all around, stopping to suck on her clitoris, which was very big and beautiful. She started to breath in short gasps, a sign of her first orgasm of the night. I licked and licked some more until I felt a burst of her juice on my lips. “Hmmmmmmmm,” I said. “You taste very good, Sam.”

“Thank y-you Mi-Michael,” she stuttered a little.

I was hard enough, so I took her left leg and raised it up and entered her in one sharp force.

“Ughh,” she said.

As I began to thrust, I moved that leg up higher until it was almost by her head. My speed ramped up, but I wasn’t going as deep as before. I always love to look down and see my dick entering and reentering the woman I am making love to.

My phone was ringing nearby as I saw her eyes closing as she was enjoying this so much. I moved back to a slower and much deeper stroke, her moans were exciting me to no end. I felt my orgasm near and I told her. She didn’t respond at all. I came in a bunch of spurts. She smiled with each one.

I reached over and pushed the END button.

I let her leg go, stayed connected and videoed her for five minutes before I pulled out completely. I propped up my phone and went to take a pee and came out to her still either sleeping or unconscious.

She finally stirred saying, “That was the single best fuck of my entire life. I told you you couldn’t knock me out honey.”

I showed her the video with the date and time stamp. She couldn’t believe it, but nonetheless agreed to give Mr. Thompson a chance.

The caller didn’t leave a message, and I didn’t recognize the area code 403.

After getting dressed, I took Jennifer by the arm and walked to our neighbors home, who was having an Open House. I believe their name was Rancor, as a Real Estate Agent greeted us, handing out a fact sheet on the place.

We walked and looked around as we found out it was five bedrooms, three and one-half baths, and had a ton of grass, but no spa or pool in the back yard. We stepped out thanking the woman. The Company was HANKS REAL ESTATE.

We had our GSS back at the house set up and ready to go, when the rain started. Everyone rushed inside with his or her instruments. I went back outside and turned off the electricity and locked the GSSEC up. Things were very tight as you might expect.

“It wasn’t supposed to rain today, was it?” I asked.

Jennifer showed the 70% chance of rain that WeatherBug had predicted.

“So, now what do we do?” Mike Bell asked.

“Wait it out,” Princess said. “It can’t rain all day, can it?”

“Jason, you have your acoustic guitar in your hand. Play something, we haven’t heard you play before?” I requested.

He smiled and began a beautiful rendition of “Moon Shadow” the Cat Stevens hit from the early ‘70s.

We all applauded his touching performance.

“Miss Schraeder, would you like to play something by yourself ... something you would like to show off with?”

“Sure, Arch, play with me please?” she asked.

He was ready in an instant. “This is a variation of the Violin Concerto in D,” he said.

She started, and I never heard such a beautiful melody before. He came in dissonant, then they played together marvelously. I was crying with Jennifer being next to me.

“Mr. Bell, it’s your turn ... all by yourself. Are you up to the occasion?”

“This is Hayden’s Trumpet Concerto in E Flat, Finale,” he said standing up.

He closed his eyes and began. Sixteen measures in Bellamy and Phyllis joined him until the end of the piece. They all gave each other high fives and sat back down.

“Wow everybody, quite fascinating. Who wants to be next?”

Lupe from the flute section raised her hand.

“What do you have for us, Miss Martinez?”

“It’s called ‘Syrinx.’ It’s written for the solo flute, Boss.”

“Go ahead, I can’t wait.”

She didn’t stand, but she started and it was quite alluring, conjuring up images of a snake coming from a basket.

When it was over, during the applause, our harpist raised her hand.

“Yes, Selena. what would you like to play for us?”

“It’s called ‘A Fairy’s Love Song,’ it’s Celtic.”

She began it very sure of herself. A far cry from when she first joined the orchestra. Her technique was very precise. She must have gotten some books or some help from someone, maybe even Mom.

After a few more enlightening musical moments a voice declared, “It’s stopped raining ... we could go out and wipe down the chairs and start up again.” It was Marjorie, my first clarinetist.

“No, let’s continue on like we have started. I am really enjoying what I am hearing. Since you are up Miss Guimarra, how about something from you?”

“I should have known better,” she said blowing out her clarinet. “This is the Solatina for Clarinet.”

What a fabulous sound she made, going from bright and fast to tender and hopeful.

I started the applause for her.

Surprisingly, Brigitte raised her hand.

“Yes dear, you have a solo for us?” I said never having heard of such a thing.

“Michael,” she said in that marvelous accent, “This is called, ‘Too Cool for Shorts.’”

There was a group chuckle.

Mostly pizzicato, and slapping, this big beautiful instrument came to life in her hands.

Both piccolo players played the “Canto XIII” together.

After everyone who wanted to did the same thing, I told them to bundle up their instruments, they were being taken home. Nobody really minded. It had been a very personal day of music.

With the restacking of the cased instruments, we used both vehicles to take everyone home.

An hour later, it was just us four again. Jennifer and I made up a late lunch for everyone. Grilled cheese sandwiches all around.

After Sam had a few bites, she said, “He cooks too. I sure wish you had an older brother, Michael.”

“He would probably be already married with a bunch of kids,” Isabel said pausing between bites causing all the ladies to titter.

“When was your last pill taken?” Sam asked.

“I’m not sure,” I answered seeing Jennifer place one on my plate. “Sorry girls. I will try harder to remember.”

“Oh, don’t be such a drama king, Michael,” Jenn said. “We are all here to help you ... in one way or the other.”

“There sure was a lot of beautiful music played today, don’t you think ladies?”

“I had never heard a double bass played like Brigitte played it earlier,” Isabel said.

“Didn’t you see that she never looked at her instrument, just straight at Michael the whole time,” Sam said. “Maybe that was her mating call to you, Michael?”

All I could do was laugh at that, and started up another sandwich eating it in four bites. After washing it down, I said, “Time for my ‘after’ nap. Tomorrow we all get back to ‘Charlie Brown.’ Memorize, memorize ... and memorize ladies.”

I got up and Isabel followed me in. I was still getting use to her being blonde again, it was rather hot.

“Princess, can I get an hour of sleep before you ravage me?” I asked.

She giggled and said, “Sure big brother. Sam sure looks happy, don’t you think?”

“Well, she didn’t believe I could fuck her unconscious, so I did and now she has to make a move on Lincoln High Geography Teacher Michael Thompson. I know he’s single and not gay. The rest would be up to her.”

“But, if they hit it off and he takes her away from us, we need an adult again, don’t we?”

“I know that, but it could be a way off ... right now I need some sleep to have the strength to fuck my little sister.”

She was naked, I had yet to disrobe. My goodness how beautiful this young lady is. She came over and unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, never disconnecting eye contact. She got on her knees and undid my pants, pulling down both to get to me very erect prick. She sucked on me while she got me all the way naked, and then said, “Try to sleep. I will be right behind you, Michael.”

I woke up thirsty, but had a blonde riding me really enjoying herself. “Goodie, you are awake. I prefer my men awake when I fuck them.”

“Who else has there been, exactly?” I said with a belly laugh.

She got quiet for a second, then said, “Only Stuart, but in my head, I have fucked James, Chester, Teddy, and Jason.”

“What about your brother Peter, have you ever fantasized about him?”

She blushed which gave me my answer. “Nothing’s wrong with fantasizing, Princess, it’s good for the heart and your brain.”

“You won’t laugh, will you?”

“No, not even a little.”

“I have fantasized about having Stuart, Peter, and Jeff all take me at the same time. Is that perverted or what?”

“Not at all, do you want to discuss that any farther?”

“No ... I want your cum up inside me right away, please?”

“As you wish,” I said taking hold of her hips and pushing up very fast again and again rushing myself towards a nice cum inside my sister. Her face showed her happiness. And we fell back to sleep just like that ... messy, but happy.

Our official wakeup for the day had Jenn come in the room. She was trying to be quiet, but I awoke and softly said “Hi there gorgeous.” I felt myself flex inside my Princess. She reached over to give me a kiss and quietly said, “Sam and I are making breakfast. You better wake up your sister.”

She left the room. I stroked my sister’s hair until I heard, “I love you Michael.”

“If we want breakfast, we need to get to the kitchen, but we shower first.” I flexed again. “OK, Ok, let me get up first please. I will start the shower.”

The audible “Plop” always makes me chuckle to myself. After the feelings got back in her legs, she joined me for a quick shower.

We quickly washed, dried, dressed and got to the breakfast table in plenty of time. Scrambled eggs, toast and cold milk really hit the spot. My pill with water washed it all down.

We called Peter, who had been waiting for it, and they caravanned behind us as we picked up our orchestra and singers bringing them all back to the house. The weather looked perfect today. Within ten minutes, the chairs had been wiped dry and the orchestra was all set up. Stu showed up to make sure the equipment was dry enough to use safely.

I saw Princess going over to him while he was doing that. I wondered how long it is going to take for them to realize how good for each other they are.

Today we had Jennie Robinson with us as she would observe for any dancing I asked for during the show.

I had everyone in the number come up and perform it with the orchestra asking them to come up with something.

As it began, Jennie came up and redirected some of the kids into a circle around Charlie Brown. Whenever a performer would give a speech the kids would march in place, and they would start up again to do it all again for the next bit of dialogue. Simple, yet it worked well.

I sat everyone down calling up whom I needed to go on with Scene 2...

PEPPERMINT PATTY
Your name is what?

5
My name is “5.”

PEPPERMINT PATTY
Weird. Hey Chuck, Marcie, come and meet “5.”

5
My dad says we have so many numbers these days we’re losing our identity. So he’s decided that everyone in our family should have a number instead of a name.

CHARLIE BROWN
Good grief.

MARCIE
Pleased to meet you, Mr. “5”

3
(To Lucy)
Hi big girl! My name is 3.

4
And I am her sister. My name is 4.
Our last name is 95472.

3
Numbers, numbers and more numbers.

5
Our dad gets upset easily lately. He says his head hurts.

LUCY
Good grief.

“OK for a first time. Sam, your character has been asked why his name is 5 so many times, that by now you aren’t bothered by it anymore. So answer the question with a smile. Patty is a pretty girl.”

“Sorry Boss.”

“Anna, when you mention your last name, emphasize the 4 in the middle 95 4 72. It makes a difference.”

“Sure thing Michael, thank you,” she said.

“Lastly, Lucy, when you say, ‘Good Grief,’ make it sound like you are mocking that Charlie just used the same expression. I have always read into the comic strip that Lucy might actually lust for Charlie Brown, but don’t imply or infer anything like that, please?”

“Let’s do that again please?”

Everything improved and we went on to the next section of script.

MOLLY
Why is your dog standing in line?
SALLY
Why do I care?
FRIEDA
Dogs can’t go to school.
VIOLET GRAY
So why is he standing in line?
SNOOPY
The driver promised I could sit in her lap and steer.

“Very nice, don’t change a thing. Sally get a little more upset, but don’t get louder, OK?”

“Got it boss,” my Princess said.

“Next sequence, please?”

LUCY
This is an article on schools and education. It says small classes are better.
PIG PEN
If I stayed home, our class would be even smaller
VIOLET GRAY
I never got around to reading the book we were supposed to read over the weekend.
5
I started to read it, but I couldn’t understand it.
PEPPERMINT PATTY
What book?
MARCIE
Really sir...

SALLY
How come we ride a bus to school? Why don’t they haul us there in a truck and dump us in the back with the rest of the trash?
MARCIE
Still having trouble with fractions, huh?
PEGGY JEAN
You’re eating cold cereal while you are waiting for the bus?
PIG PEN
Yum!
FRIEDA
I didn’t have time to eat at home.

VIOLET GRAY
(To Linus)
How can you eat potato chips right after breakfast?
LUCY
Refined people do not eat in public...
PIG PEN
Anyone have a napkin? I have got mustard and ketchup all over my hands.

5
Dude, are you eating a hot dog?
LUCY
Eeeew!
3
For Breakfast?
PIG PEN
My dad took me to the ball game, a few days ago, and bought me three hot dogs, one of them was still in my pocket.
RUBY
I think, I’m going to be sick.

I applauded these youngsters, for really trying to become their characters.

“Ruby, run offstage left after your line, as though you really were about to be sick. It will help to end the scene.”

“Pig Pen, your eclectic lifestyle is being attacked – show a bit of backbone, please?”

“Sure thing, Boss,” he said. “Now I’m hungry.”

Walking up to the lovely Nancy Newman, I put my hand on her back and walked her away from the rest, “Have you ever met a girl you instantly disliked, my dear?”

“No, I haven’t, Michael,” she replied.

“That’s OK, but Lucy is a bitch, and crabby, opinionated, and only likes people who like her. Try your best, I know you can do this, OK?”

“Thank you, Michael,” she said giving me a peck on the cheek.

“Let’s do it again, everybody. Violet, very nice. Come on people,” I said clapping my hands together.

Much better, the second time. Lucy needed some more help. I sat them all down.

“Sally, Dear, come on up and please do your monologue?”

Getting up, she went to center stage and spoke, very stalwart:

SALLY
“This is my report on the past. The past has always interested people. I must admit, however, that I don’t know much about it. I wasn’t here when it happened.”

She has a way about her, and it was perfect.

Applauding her, I called on James, “Do you have this memorized yet?”

CHARLIE BROWN (James Allen)
I think lunchtime is about is about the worst time of the day for me. Always having to sit here alone. Of course, sometimes mornings aren’t so pleasant either - waking up and wondering if anyone would really miss me if I never got out of bed.

Then there’s the night, too ... lying there and thinking about all the stupid things I have done during the day. And all those hours in between - when I do all those stupid things.
Well ... lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me.

(Everyone got a chuckle from his excellent delivery.)

(He puts the big brown oversized bag on his head)

Again, I started the applause, “Very nice. All the talk about the sandwich ... That could go a little faster. You will have to take at least one bite of it. Go ahead and chew for a while, swallow, then go on. The rest of it, I really liked your pacing.”

“Lucy and Violet, come on up and finish this sequence please?”

LUCY
No, Violet, the dress I am talking about was the very light blue one that had a design embroidered around the waist.

VIOLET GRAY
I don’t remember.

LUCY
(Draws on the bag)
Something like this, and the skirt went out like this and had these puffy sleeves and a sash like this.

VIOLET GRAY
Oh, yes, Now I remember.

LUCY
Yes, well, that was the dress I was wearing last week when I met Frieda and she told me she’d seen one just like it over at...

CHARLIE BROWN (from inside the bag)
Lunchtime is among the worst times of the day for me. If that little redheaded girl is looking at me with this stupid bag on my head she must think I am the biggest fool alive. But if she isn’t looking at me then maybe I could take it off quickly and she’d never notice it. On the other hand, I can’t tell if she’s looking until I take it off. Then again, if I never take it off I will never have to know if she was looking or not.

On the other hand, it’s very hard to breath in here.

(Takes off bag)
She’s not looking at me. I wonder why she never looks at me. Oh, well, one more lunch hour over with. Only 2,863 to go.

The sequence was over, and it was much better than I had expected. I gave Lucy some instructions about where to write on the bag. I also told CB to speak up one he had the bag on his head.

He requested bologna over peanut butter, since I had decided he would need to eat the whole thing during the scene. He didn’t like peanut butter, how un-American is that? I added that the actual sandwich needed its crust removed.