Chapter 25: One Damned Thing After Another

All night and until late morning, I raised cane with all the pussy I could reach handily. My emancipation celebration, a one man, multiple women pussy festival.

“Fukumi? May I offer our hospitality? A bed and my horny son’s hard body?”

“Thank you, Regina. Gladly accepted. Why is only your son’s body on offer? I’m bisexual. My intuition is, I’m not alone. We have so much else in common.”

“I’ll go shower quickly, and allow you ladies opportunity for personal ablutions.”

“I also would like to bathe. Can you direct me to what facilities are available?”

Fukumi is apparently familiar with the Mexican rural lifestyle of the poorer strata.

“I can use a refreshing, too. Can we three fit into a shower together?” Mom hopes.

“Let’s experiment, and find out.” I recommend. Hey, I’m game. I fondly recall Fukumi’s secret place. Showers are ideal for fret free ass fucks.

Mom likes it up the Hershey highway sometimes too. We always use the shower as an unworried uninhibited convenience.

Occurs to me, now hearing myself utter this in my head, no one calls the bath or sanitary facilities “The Convenience” any more. Not since I was a child.

“Where’s the ladies Convenience, please?”

“May I use your Convenience, please?”

“I was in the Convenience, when you called. Sorry I was unable to answer.”

Language, vernacular, especially euphemisms, change with the generations.

John became euphemistic for toilet because John Harrington installed an early flush toilet for Queen Elizabeth 1st. Way back. He didn’t invent it though.

A hundred years later, Thomas Crapper improved the design and promoted it’s popularity in homes and Crapper became the euphemism.

The real hero, is Alexander Cummings, as he was issued the first flush toilet patent. The inventor!

Sitting on the porcelain throne with a sinister magazine, we when adolescents, we should of spoken his name with more reverence. “Cumming, I’m cumming!”

Oh, FYI, sinister means left handed. Your right hand is otherwise too occupied to hold the magazine, unless you are sinister yourself? Are you?

Anyway, the large enough for multi-persons shower stall problem, is soon resolved. Going to Gidget’s new luxury quarters aft of the lab, I asked for Lou and Maggie’s lamp. Gidget is intrigued with the project.

On the most private side and near the rear of Regina’s house, Gidget, on behalf of us all, orders Lou to conjure up and create for Regina’s home.

A garden bath-house.

With a six person plus, geothermal unlimited hot water, artesian shower room.

An adjacent eight occupant geothermal springs hot tub.

A twelve person sauna with a geyser grotto (more about this later),

and private dressing rooms.

To the rear, replacing the outhouse, a separate structure, containing a couple Alexander’s Conveniences. Sounds nice? You bet! Very nice indeed.

Regina’s cottage has a sister now. Looks like a clone. Same size, the bath-house actually improves the eye appeal of her home and garden. Seems larger, more spacious because it is. As an afterthought, a roofed breezeway connects them.

All four of us tried out the Conveniences. I am a little disappointed, I don’t have two ladies at once, one to eat, and one to fuck, but I had all three, in all their orifices. One lady at a time. The other revolving couple, is always intensely involved in Sapphic varieties of lovemaking.

Fukumi, my Japanese Mama-San, and I are re-united. She is moving in with Mom. Both extend a perpetual invitation for me to join my pair of lovely Mamas for torrid threesomes, one Mom to eat, and the other Mom to...

The snow geyser grotto.

Is Gidget’s fertile imagination at play. Lou erected a small earth-berm-ed bouldered, smoothed and polished granite grotto, at Gidget’s direction.

Looks like a small grassy hill behind the bath house. From outside.

A high pressure artesian well, fed by a deep subterranean extremely cold aquifer, periodically geysers into the grotto. The expanding gas completely freezes the already nearly freezing, ancient carbonated water spray. The resulting snow sprays on the continuously renewed snow bank in the grotto. Run from the sauna and dive into the snow. Shocking! Gidget must have Viking Shield Maiden genes. Or is maybe a reincarnation of Brunhilde, herself.

An added, unexpected benefit, is quickly taken advantage of.

The melt-water stream from the grotto, is ideal for chilling bottles and melons.

Slowly or rapidly, life continuously is changing. We hope for the better. Work at it.

Change is the ONLY constant, it’s said. We all try to improve our lives, our situations. We improve, enlarge, renovate, redecorate, or trade up to bigger homes.

Home improvement is big business.

So is self improvement. Student debt is a financial crisis in America. Maybe elsewhere too.

My own ambition for improvement is. Destroy demons, in particularly one demon, drug addiction. World wide. What will it cost? I think I may have the answers.

For some time, I invested hope in Duende milk, but it’s impractical. Too rare. Too difficult, actually, impossible to harvest in quantity. Another idea has recently been distracting my quiet time thoughts. It’s actually practical, but at a huge cost. My worry is the eventual cost may be catastrophic!

I don’t worry about little things. Like, am I wise enough to make decisions of this magnitude, for the entire world? All of humanity? Ive already looked at that, from every angle, and the answer is obvious. Whether or not I’m qualified, or best qualified, isn’t a fair question. Doesn’t matter. The qualifier is, who CAN make the decision. There is only one who can, only one with both the answer and the remedy at hand. Me.

And I don’t have a choice, not really. A decision is made, by me, in any action or non-action I take. If I decide NOT to cure the world of drug addiction? How is that less consequential than deciding to CURE the world? See?

Mine is the decision, obviously, because it landed on me.