Chapter 2

For the last eighteen months, so the newspapers said, Kawartha Paper had been having problems. It was a major industry in this small city and was suffering another cutback in personnel. Faith, Karen and Sandy's families directly depended on this company for a job.

Karen and Sandy's parents had been smart enough to look for other jobs as soon as possible, unfortunately, there were not that many in North Bay. They had looked far afield for work and found they had to move to find it. At least they had family to assist in a crisis like this. Many others were not so lucky.

Faith now cried with us when she was told that her family was now moving away too. Her father got a promotion and much better pay when the layoff was called. They were much luckier than the others; for he still had a job even if it was in Toronto.

Karen and Sandy were over most of the time now and Susan tried as hard as she could to give them more hours and more pay.

Their singing and dancing weren't as happy as before. They tried to smile even if I could see that it was a fake.

Our lovemaking was now almost frantic and my sisters encouraged me to stay longer with those that had to leave. Paige saw this too and relinquished her time with me so the others could have it.

It was as if some cosmic balance affected those that lived around me more than they had before. I remembered the layoff from my past but I didn't think the girls had all left as they would now. We had just a week to say our goodbyes to Faith and each day was painful. In the next week Karen, then Sandy left us too. I cried after each of the girls left even though I was an old man. I had grown to love them in my own way and wished that they could stay.

Susan, who was taking care of our books, settled each of their accounts. Faith didn't want the money but it was pushed on her. She only brightened when I said, "In the not too distant future we are going to expand into Toronto. Not only will we need a good worker but that worker has to keep in touch with us much more than just as a friend."

The other girls were much the same but they needed the money even more now.

Things took a while to settle down again but the prospect of going back to school helped.

Another event helped to distract us. The Canada Revenue Agency sent a man to check us out as if we were hoarding millions of dollars that should go to his department. We kept good books and even filed our very first quarterly return. He looked through the books as if we were a large corporation out to cheat the government. I was reasonably honest with my dealings with the tax department in my old life and would be better in this one. I just had too much to lose if I failed now.

I didn't know why the man came here but I had to figure that somebody must have sicced him on us. He questioned many of our deductions. He also questioned why our carwash had a research and development department investigating into cutting edge physics. Thirty-one dollars and sixteen cents had been borrowed to get to Vockner. Luckily I had paid it back but it was still questioned. I wasn't getting any slack at all even when the money was instrumental in saving Corinne.

I contacted Mr Flaherty about my own school situation and we talked for a while. I put my two cents worth in when I talked about changing the usual eight classes per day that lasted all year long to half as many for half the time allowing two sets of finals. The idea was finally adopted well after I had left high school.

"That has been proposed Jeff. I imagine it's possible for the board to go that way, but there are some good reasons to stay the way we are too. I think students would get even more bored staying in a class twice as long."

"Everything has trade offs. I can see some of the reasoning being inertia but I think some schools in the US already have this system. If it's better then we should accept it. To stir up the mud, I might point out that we're not as much of an agrarian economy as we once were. The summer time could be used as a third semester if the schools were cooled. This requires new schools being air conditionined when they are built or retrofitting existing buildings."

Mr Flaherty said, "Even making that change would be costly. Duct work's work is not cheap."

"True but modern buildings have suspended ceilings and that would minimize the cost."

"True, but the board would never go for it."

"Now we're back to inertia and intransigency."

Mr Grissom was the principle of the high school. I vaguely remembered him as a fair person but that was when I was just a good student that followed the rules. Any alterations to my schedule would be up to him. I endeavoured to smile and try to get what I could by being polite.

James Morris High had an enrolment of a bit over seven hundred students. Some were bused in from outlying areas, because North Bay was not that large. The first day of school didn't scare me as it had the first time.

We were issued lockers. Since I was short I naturally got an upper locker. We had to parade to the office for an official lock that allowed the combination to be opened by the school if necessary. I was put into 9A as a class but it was temporary I hoped. School was for the most part, fun. It was also boring and after what I had learned it would be doubly so.

I had the compulsory Math and two English classes along with History, Geography, French, Phys Ed/health, Automotive and Music. Electives were available but I found a student had to rotate as part of a group for the most part instead of having an individual schedule. There was recourse through a counsellor but if memory served me right, they were not usually very helpful.

Paige was in 9F and taking business subjects. This would lead to a secretary or bookkeeper job but could also be preliminary to a university degree in accountancy.

Mr McGuire was the History teacher. His class happened to be our home room. He looked at me quite a bit and talked of what we should expect going into the frightening world of higher education. When he got his spiel done he said, "It looks like we have a celebrity with us today. Would you stand up Mr Congdon and tell us of your recent experiences?"

I did stand but I said, "Sir, I can talk of what I did during my summer vacation but some of it is just too traumatic. I'm not over it and may never be. I can say that I worked diligently in my shop fixing televisions and did some house painting, but most of it I think would be boring."

"Fixing televisions? Hmmmp." He raised his eyebrow and just looked away dismissing me.

The others knew me for a person just in the news, those with more information clued in the rest.

Most of the teachers were not as bad, although they weren't that good either. One teacher, though, was much nicer. She was the music teacher who had edited some of my songs. I had talked to her previously about my work and she wouldn't mention my songs to the students or to the teachers that didn't know already. This would distance me from the rest of the class if not the school.

Gym was also going to give me a problem. My body was weak, plus I had a lot of scar tissue. My shoulder was still worse. The gunshot wound had not healed yet. The teacher, Mr Renzo, thought everybody had to do the same thing or fail. I had him before but only in grade eleven. That time I had begun to develop and I made an acceptable showing. Previously I had an older and nicer teacher.

By the end of the day, I was at the counsellor's door. My appointment had even been scheduled as soon as I arrived at the school. Mrs Dotty also happened to be my Geography teacher.

"Hello Jeff. What can I help you with?"

"Hello Mrs Dotty. I painted myself into a corner I'm afraid. I love education in general and the subject you teach is one of my favourites. The problem is that I already know what's to be taught in your class. I happen to know the subject very well. I would like an advanced class to keep my interest. The same I fear will happen with most of my other subjects.

"The subjects that I know less of are Industrial Chemistry, Welding, Art, Refrigeration and Woodworking. I'm willing to take some tests to prove my point for those subjects I claim proficiency in."

She said, "I heard that you're good in Mathematics but how could you be good in all the rest?"

"I write in my spare time. My editors tell me how to write and form my sentences the way they should be formed."

She said, "I haven't seen any books by you or your works been sent to a magazine?"

"The first book's is a screenplay. Currently it's being professionally proof read in Toronto."

"Even if that's so, what about History?"

I smiled here to show my joy that I didn't really feel. "I have met a few people that like this subject as much as I do. We argue for hours on many different points. Roman History's a particular favourite. I have even read many of the old records of the time. When a work's translated a lot of detail's lost."

"You speak Latin?" she said with an eyebrow raised like Mr Spock.

This had been foreseen and I said in Latin as if it were my primary language, "Yes I do along with French and a bit of German. I have read many of the famous orators and tried to deduce what the current political situation was about. It's always about power, greed and ego but some political leaders had the mix a bit different from everybody else."

Apparently Mrs Dotty didn't understand Latin or forgot what she had. One year of the subject gives a student very little idea of what's going on.

"What about French? This is mandatory now."

She didn't know that this was just covered so I spoke conversationally to her in the language. She knew more of this language but not much.

"And Phys Ed?"

"I have a lot of scar tissue and as of a month ago a bit more, plus some muscle damage. I need to exercise and I do this in my home gym as a type of physiotherapy. This subject alone is necessary, though I cannot compete with the rest of the class."

She said, "I'll have to talk to Mr Grissom but I don't know how much we can help. Classes are set."

"How can they be set? This is the first day of school and a great deal of changes are being made even as we speak."

"The kinds of changes you want are not minor. I don't see how we can accommodate you." It sounded a lot more like she didn't want to accommodate me.

At least Paige was very happy with her day. To her, everything was exciting and new. The students in her commercial classes were mostly girls.

"I was asked all day long about you. Remember when my Mom caught us the first time we made love? The two part time girls saw us as well. Susan told them not to say anything but someone did. So most of my classmates know we're lovers. They want to know what it's like. When I told them that we would get married some day, they got real excited for me."

This kind of thing never hurt a young male's reputation. It may complicate our lives a lot, especially if Paige's father wanted to turn a blind eye until the situation confronted him.

Susan, Maggie and Jennifer walked with us. Jennifer now lived with Paige's family and she seemed to fit in well. I was certainly fed and clothed well by two girls eager to show their maternal and wifely skills.

We all ate cookies and milk while Nora asked us about our day. We had shopping to do for supplies but Susan and Maggie had extra school supplies from last year and we would scrounge off them for a few days until the crowds at the stores thinned a little. This allowed us to go to my house and work off some of our energy or, in my case frustration.

Susan looked a bit miserable. When asked she said, "A lot of my friends are gone. I miss Karen and Faith. I didn't know Sandy very well but there is a hole in me now when they're not here."

I kissed Jane and encouraged the girls to go upstairs. In less than a minute all of us were naked. Susan wanted her loving right away because her period was coming on at any time she said. I thought it was more that she missed her friends.

Susan wanted me in her right away while Paige and Maggie took on Jennifer. I did what was necessary to relieve the tension and the sadness. The girls got there faster than me but I enjoyed the time thrusting my hips into a very responsive young lady.

Soon enough Susan headed for the precipice and I worked faster. My fingers twisted and pinched her nipples the way she liked and she got much more motivated. I abandoned her nipples at the last moment and muffled her scream with my mouth. She bucked for more stimulation and then started to slow down and relax.

Her hands were around me and when she opened her eyes she smiled and said, "I love you Jeff. Nobody makes me feel the way you do." In a few seconds she had tears in her eyes and she whispered, "Don't leave me Jeff. Never leave me. I don't know what I would do without you."

"I love you too Susan. You can't give up hope of meeting somebody else but I'll be here all the time whether you find that person or not." She pulled me tight and sniffled.

Jennifer got me when Susan recovered. She was all wet from saliva and had her own come or two. I worked hard until she came then I had to take a rest. In the old days I could produce a lot of sperm now I needed to rest my back or tongue instead. My little prong was raring to go still.

It was well over an hour later that the other girls got the same loving. Paige and her new sister had to leave and got cleaned up. I heard them kiss Jane in the kitchen before saying their goodbyes.

"Jane, come up here!" I called out in a demanding voice. Jane liked to be told what to do on occasion.

Maggie hurriedly covered herself and Susan said, "What are you doing?"

I didn't answer but Jane came to the door wringing her hands in her apron. "Take off your clothes, Jane."

"But — "

"Take them off!"

She looked nervous but hurried to do what she was told. When she stood naked in all her glory at the doorway I admired her. All the girls but Paige shaved all their coarse pubic hair. Paige's was still too soft to take all of it.

Jane was a part time whore though I hated the word. She had an active sex life before meeting dad but needed a firm hand from a man that loved her to be happy.

"Lick me. Paige was just bouncing on me and made me wet."

She knew this was a game because I didn't do this normally. She shrugged her shoulders trying to get a hint of what she was supposed to do. I just used a finger and pointed.

She came over quickly and looked nervously at her daughters. They knew that I had sex with Jane and she knew that I had sex with the rest of the females that came to the house. She got onto the bed and because of the footboard, had to kneel and bend over to fit. She did a very good job and enjoyed her work. She made noises but I wasn't sure if she knew she was doing this.

With my hands I indicated a distance of nine inches as I looked at Susan. I then pointed at Jane's butt. Susan was shocked but I pointed two more times before she got up to do what I commanded. She was like her mother in needing some structure in her life. Perhaps this new addition to our group would compensate a bit for the three girls that we had lost.

Some lubricant was put on the end of the dildo that at one time had raped my ass. It now pleased the ladies when I wasn't around or I was otherwise occupied and the wait was too long to endure.

I held onto Jane's hair on each side of her face. This too she loved. Being forced seemed to relieve any remaining inhibitions. Jane paused when a hand touched her butt. She sucked two times then stopped as the dildo slid home in her vagina.

She groaned loudly now as Susan sped up her attack. Jane had stopped sucking me but this was her party, so I just remained still. She stayed in position for nearly five minutes groaning and wiggling and not sucking at all. Her scream came that was louder than any heard before, but I was able to muffle it adequately.

With Jane stunned, I got Maggie to take my place on the bed but she did so reluctantly. I took over from Susan's sore arm and got Jane stirred up again by slapping her inner thighs lightly and repeatedly.

From the look on Maggie's eyes, Jane was now proving how good she must have been as a girl. Every tenth plunge I slapped her again and she built up amazingly fast. Towards the end I was doing it every time and Maggie had to hold Jane as they both orgasmed.

Susan just stared open mouthed all the time. She helped me move Maggie to the other bed. "Take her place Susan."

She just swallowed some saliva and did what I asked. Jane was a big bag of jelly and just moved as I put her.

Susan looked at me with a worried look as I slapped Jane's inner thighs again. She did come to life and began to eat her other daughter. She was responding but not as good as before. She was thirty four and not able to take all the stimulus. The thumb of my left hand went into the lubricant and then rubbed at her unused opening. She was very sensitive here and responded as good as when she got her first slap.

I teased her opening as I stroked into her vagina. When the home stretch came I worked further and further into this passionate woman. Both girls were breathing hard and when it looked the best time, my thumb pushed in then came out of her then in again very quickly. She was loose and could take this treatment. Jane screamed one more time with Susan and then she collapsed as if she was had been pole axed.

I put down my tool and moved Jane so she could breathe by pushing her onto her side. I rested her head on Susan's abdomen for both women to recover. Looking on the other bed, Maggie had her own orgasm and was still moaning slightly and flexing her pelvis.

Susan awoke first but stayed in place. Jane took a while longer and had a surprised smile on her face as she looked at me. "That never happened before."

"We have to talk Jane. You were always kept separate. You're now in the only group of women I want. We're going to try to see if we can satisfy you enough that you don't need to leave on the weekends. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Jeff. We can try. Am I going to please my own daughters to?"

"They will please you just as much. Tonight we will all sleep in your room. You're not going to sleep alone again."

"But — "

"But your period? So you wear your pad when the time comes. You still have hands and lips to please my other girls. They will have their periods too and will do the same. You have no option in this. You'll do as you are told."

She hung her head but not before I had caught the first part of a smile.

We had our supper alone for a change. The girls cooperated now in cleaning up as if they were all sisters. They did a lot of giggling for no reason. I could see that everybody was happy which is what I wanted. They even whispered but I think this is a female thing that allows them to gossip.

Jane had only been partially into our studies but I didn't like her talents going to waste. It could be my own love of learning that I wanted carried over to all members of our family.

Jane did some bookkeeping and Maggie gave her a hand. Susan went to the carwash as it was still thriving. With winter nearing, this would not last too much longer. If we built a permanent building, I could have the girls working much longer. Erect nipples from a cold draught would be good for business but I didn't want the girls to be uncomfortable.

Congdon Electronics was growing. I could easily keep up with the work even if I needed some time for other things. Some of the car radio work relied on extracting then installing the radios. Here's where some help could come in handy. Most of my parts were bought at more than wholesale price but less than retail. I had to bike over to get whatever I needed. The other shops sold to me but didn't like me cutting into their business. My prices were a bit cheaper but my guarantee was very firm even if it cost me money.

While working on the audio section of a television I heard the telephone. Five minutes later Jane called out the window so I could hear in the garage, "Jeff, your youngest admirer is on the phone."

After wiping my hands I hurried in and said my hello. Corinne talked for another five minutes but Jane and Maggie stayed close. They loved the girl too and would like to talk more than they just had. Eventually 'Grampy' got the phone.

"Hello Jeff. I have some good news for you."

"Hello Mr Holtzman. What might this good news be?"

"I sent your songs to some friends of mine in the United States. They were quite impressed by what you did for Corinne and me, and also by your song writing ability.

"One friend of a friend has an in with MGM and they like your material. Many of the songs of today are a rehash of songs sung a quarter century ago. You have new material. Anyway they want Debbie Reynolds to sing 'Downtown'. I have not pushed too hard but I think they will take a strait percentage. You mentioned that this song should hit number one and stay there for a while. If that happens, then you may get in the four to five thousand dollar range. That's in American money too."

I said, "That sounds great Mr Holtzman. MGM may not be a sleazy record company but is there a way of ensuring that what's signed for will be given?"

"The friend of a friend is one of your admirers too. This may not mean much when it comes to money but he can see the books and has no need of robbing from a young man."

"That's good to hear. Would you advise me further and assist me in setting up an American corporation with the proceeds?"

"The same man, Mr Sackman, can arrange that too. He's also a corporate attorney. You have to have an office and I think he will rent you a square inch on one of his upper shelves for a dollar a year. He can also forward your mail."

"I do not know about the specifics of this deal but I'll bow to both your and Mr Sackman's judgements in this matter. Is there a need for me to fly down or can this be done through the mail?"

"The post will do and your own lawyer can notarise the document and keep a copy for your records. I'll phone Mr Sackman now and let him know you accepted."

"Thank you Sir. If Mr Sackman wishes, he could send me some suggestions, then I could see if I can make up a song to suit his singers or the movies that the company makes."

"I'll inform him."

When we said goodbye I told Jane and Maggie about the deal. They knew a lot about MGM and more about Debbie Reynolds and were tickled pink about our success. I just cautioned them to not tell anyone outside our extended family. This was a lost hope though. The girls had a right to know but they would burst once the song came out if they couldn't tell just one friend.