Chapter 1

On Tuesday morning, Robbie again dropped the girls off for the summer activities at school while he took care of a few more business issues, stopping back to pick them up just a little before 2:00. Telling them he again had a couple of hours of work to do in his study, he left them on their own, which of course meant after dashing upstairs to change and grab towels, lotion and other essentials they promptly headed for the pool, where they repeated their quest for an all-over tan from the day before.

As they were finishing dinner, Lindsey told the others that Grammie Morse had called her today at work with the bad news that Grandpa Morse had been hospitalized after suffering a severe heart attack. Doctors weren't certain whether he was going to pull through. "Trey, I've made reservations on the first flight in the morning, for you and I to go stay with Gram and, hopefully, be able to visit with Grampa as he gets better. But just in case he doesn't, I want us to be there."

A tearful Trey could barely speak. "Oh Mom. Is Grampa going to be okay?"

"I don't know, Baby Girl, and that's why I think it's important for us to go."

Quietly weeping, Trey rose from her chair, went over and hugged her mom, finally burying her face in Lindsey's lap, sounding for all the world to be in abject misery.

Robbie, feeling helpless, knew this was something that Trey and Lindsey would have to get through together, although he was steadfast in his resolve to support them in any way possible. He knew how important the senior 'Morses' had been to Lindsey, providing her first taste of a truly loving, caring family when she first met Mark, and the absolute lifeboat they had been to both Lindsey and Trey when Mark had been killed.

Showing a hidden strength, Lindsey picked Trey up into her arms and carried her into the family room where she sat with a still whimpering Trey on her lap, softly stroking her hair and cooing words of comfort and hope.

Robbie and Kat, left to themselves in the kitchen, quietly got everything cleaned up and put away, and then they both joined the others on the couch, not knowing what to say, but wanting to be with them.

"I'll drive you to the airport in the morning."

"Thanks, Robbie. That will be a big help."

"Can I ride with you? With Trey?" Kat begged, as Trey turned around to her and began crying on Kat's shoulder.

"Sure you can, hon."

"Mom, can I sleep with you tonight? I'm so scared and sad."

Robbie immediately offered, "that'll be fine. I'll stretch out down here."

"Noooo," Trey tearfully wailed, "I want you to be with us, too, Robbie."

Lindsey quietly nodded her reassurance to him.

"And Kat, too?"

"And Kat, too, you pooooor, poooor, thing." Now Lindsey was tenderly teasing her, "It's a good thing Robbie has such a big bed!"

And so, for the second night in a row, they all four slept together. Although, there wasn't quite as much fun and pleasure as they'd had the night before.

As Robbie drove to the airport in the morning, he asked Lindsey, "Should I have Kat tell the other girls that the pool party is off for this weekend?"

"No. Don't do anything yet. I have no idea how long we'll be staying. It might only be for a couple of days."

None of them had gotten much sleep last night since Trey had been tossing and turning all night long as thoughts and worries about her grandfather were disturbing her sleep, so when Kat asked Robbie on the way home if she could stay home and rest today instead of going to school, he told her that would be fine.

When they got home, Kat immediately went upstairs to put on a swimsuit and grabbed the lotion and a towel. On the way out to the pool, she asked Robbie if he could oil up her back, since Trey wasn't there.

They stepped out onto the patio and Robbie surprised Kat by saying, "Hey Dusty, how are you boy?"

She followed his gaze and saw he was speaking to a very handsome dog standing off at the edge of the patio, warily wagging his tail. "Oh look! He's beautiful! Where'd he come from," Kat asked?

"He's a three-year old shepherd — collie mix, belongs to some neighbors that live about a half mile through the woods over there. Dusty is smart as a whip. It didn't take him long at all to figure out that I'm usually home during the day, so if he's lonely, he'll wander over and see what's going on over here. Come on, Dusty. Come and introduce yourself to Kat."

The strikingly colored animal bounded over and immediately started making friends with the girl. While Dusty and Kat got acquainted, Robbie slopped a generous coating of tanning lotion across her shoulders and rubbed it thoroughly across her back. "Are you planning to try for more 'all-over' tanning today, Kat? If so, I'll need to coat the areas under where the straps are, too, you know." As Kat simply nodded in approval, he went ahead and removed the top of her suit and did a quick job of coating the rest of her back, figuring that if she decided to remove the bottoms later, she should be able to get to those areas with the lotion by herself.

"All set?" Kat nodded. "Okay. I'll be working for a couple of hours in my study in case you need anything. Now remember, since you're out here by yourself, no going into the pool. If you feel like you want to jump in and cool off, I can probably take a break in an hour or so and come out and join you for a dip."

"No, I just want to get some more sun, Robbie. I'll be fine. Dusty will keep me company," as she scratched the young dog under his chin. "Dusty's tail thumped against the pool deck in absolute approval.

When Robbie went into the kitchen about a half hour later to start another pot of coffee, he glanced out the window over the sink to see Kat laying on her back, eyes closed, one knee raised and languidly waving back and forth. Dusty's chin was resting on her tummy, Kat's hand slowly scratching between his ears, both of them the perfect picture of contentment. Robbie did notice that Kat had gone ahead and divested herself of the rest of her swimsuit, but appeared to be well oiled. He thought it looked like she was beginning to doze off.

When he returned to the kitchen about fifteen minutes later to pour himself a cup from the fresh pot of coffee, he again glanced out to check on Kat and found that Dusty had moved, now lying on his belly between her legs. As Robbie watched, he saw Dusty's long tongue reach out and lap up through the crease between Kat's legs, but the dog appeared to be ... aware, somehow, and was being very gentle, licking deliberately, unhurried, as Kat continued to lay back, eyes closed, seemingly in peaceful sleep.

'Hmmm. Now this is interesting, ' Robbie thought to himself, deciding to perch on the counter next to the sink to drink his coffee so he could keep an eye on the proceedings.

Over the next few minutes, Dusty started to pick up the pace, his tongue more quickly diving in, slobbering through the spread outer lips. Though her eyes remained closed, Kat's head shifted jerkily back and forth, her restful sleep, pleasurable dreams being disturbed. Primitive instincts had her pelvis beginning to shift up, jutting out, receptive to the pleasures being transmitted.

Quietly cranking open the jalousie window over the sink, Robbie could now hear an occasional moan. Kat had stretched her hands down to grasp the sides of Dusty's head, pulling him more tightly into her thrusting quim. "Oh Trey. Trey! That's so good, Trey. Uuhhhmmm. Oh Trey!" Now Robbie was certain that Kat was dreaming, not aware who or what it really was, providing her such pleasant dreams, but he didn't expect that to remain the case for much longer, as she was becoming more animated, more frantic with the flames being stoked between her thighs.