新翻译 公司一员
一楼简介忙了很久了，自己挖的坑连浮土都没加一铲子，就不发了
总算找空完成了一篇老文的翻译
原文来自已经消失的yahoo组，讲述了一位没有四肢的美女努力让自己变成一个有用的人的小故事
与之前翻译的几篇是同一个作者，不过在描述身体行动的时候没有那么夸张
第一章
公司一员
我从来没有喜欢过公司的年度郊游活动。随意的着装和户外的氛围并没有消除令人恼火的自我意识和对控制的要求，这些本应留在办公室(但没有)。这位老头子，H.G，用他喜欢的一句话来说，执行的是“严格管理”，他的儿子劳伦斯延续了这一传统。
劳伦斯在去年因为癌症英年早逝，留下他的夫人作为名义上的领导，董事会继续按照家族传统经营连锁商店。因此，即使是在周六下午，在公园的一个保留区域，监管人员仍在继续进行监管，等级秩序从未消失。
总算还有几件事让它还有点价值，即使出席不是下一件强制性的事情。打垒球很好玩，天气暖和的时候在湖里泡一泡也很提神。
当然也有一些其他的事。我是指其他的人。
绿草茵茵的斜坡后面有一个小家庭的成员正在一边吃热狗加土豆沙拉一边观看比赛，有几个在喝饮料，另几个只是看着。多半是阿姨，以及一个坐轮椅的小女孩。
凯瑟林 波尔曼是劳伦斯的独女。我在劳伦斯在家里举行的会议和高级门店经理的年会时见过几次。虽然我那时不过是个刚毕业的大学生，但我负责一家小店并取得了不错的成功。劳伦斯对此很欣赏，在他死前我们已经开始互相以名字相称。波尔曼夫人也认识我，她是一位苗条的，面色忧郁的女性，不过她继续叫我“约翰斯顿先生”。
波尔曼夫人和她的女儿凯瑟林静静地看着球赛。我从未被介绍给凯瑟林，但在仅有的几次我们目光相遇时她对我抱以微笑。不是礼仪上的微笑，而是迷人的，带着邀请意味的微笑。她有一种特别的魅力。她总是坐在一张轮椅上，要么停在那里，要么被她母亲推着。她的手放在大腿上，盖着一张大毯子。虽然她的手脚未动过，但有一种非常引人注目的魅力。即便她坐在轮椅上你也能看出她出众的身材。她碧绿的眼睛在阳光下闪闪发光，甜美的金发在夏日的微风中飘动。尽管她有残疾，我还是觉得她很有魅力。
最后一份三豆沙拉已经吃完了，球棒和球也被收拾好了，我走上山坡，对博尔曼夫人礼貌地拜访，也许还能和她的女儿打个招呼。当我走近时，博尔曼夫人朝我眨眨眼。她看起来有点晕乎，像一个头晕的人那样踉跄而行。
“嗨，波尔曼夫人，”我走过去打了个招呼。“我想向你表达我对劳伦斯先生的深深遗憾。”
她又眨了几下眼睛，然后发现我在对她说话。
“谢谢你，约翰斯顿先生。这很艰难，但公司非常感谢您的付出。
在我走进去的过程中她又晃了一下，我闻到明显的酒香味。很重。我低头看向凯瑟林看去。她抬头用带着焦虑和困窘的眼神看着我。
“嗨，”我说，“你的名字是凯瑟林，是吗？我们见过几次但不算真正的会过面。我的名字是肯，”我不假思索的伸出了右手。
她的目光落到我的手上，然后又抬起头来看着我。
“很高兴终于能和你会面，”她一动不动地说。“我…我很抱歉我不能握手。虽然我很高兴能与你见面。”微笑并没有减轻她的焦虑和困窘。
“约翰斯顿先生掌管着我们的一家店，亲爱的，”波尔曼夫人说。就算是在户外，她的呼吸也过于粗重了。“最近你一定要来看我们一次，”她说，“我总是在下午4点半举行鸡尾酒会，你何不来参加一次？周一还是周二？”
凯瑟林更加忧虑地抬头看着她的母亲说：“妈妈，你不觉得我们该回家了吗？所有人都离开了。你能开车吗？”
“呃，是的，”波尔曼夫人握住她女儿的轮椅推把说道，“亲爱的，我一上车就会好的，我只是有点发软。一定是这太阳的原因。”她猛然推着轮椅走开了，凯瑟林被颠得皱了一下眉头，不过拉紧的皮带让她保持了坐姿。
“你愿意和我们一起去车库吗？”凯瑟林带着希望地点点头问道。“求你了？”
“当然，我很荣幸。”
到停车区只有一小段路，波尔曼夫人明显步履蹒跚，如果她开车，我很担心她们的安全。我到达她们的沃尔沃房车的时候，波尔曼夫人正从她的大包里摸索车钥匙。
“肯定在包里的，”她嘟哝着。“来，约翰斯顿先生，”她把包递给我说，“你愿意帮我找一下吗？我有点发软。”
“没问题。”钥匙很好找，我把包还给她，然后打开了车门。波尔曼夫人一屁股坐到副驾驶位上。我和凯瑟琳都松了一口气。
“我能帮你上车吗？”我问凯瑟林。她点头要我过去。
“妈妈真的有点不在状态。我非常抱歉。”
“没事，”我说。“很高兴能帮上忙。”
“我想我带着假肢和其他东西会很重，不过我会告诉你怎么做的。”
“假肢？”
“是的。我的胳膊和腿。全是义肢。你准备好了吗？”
我的心狂跳了一下。我本来以为她是瘫痪或其他情况。假胳膊…还有假腿！
“好了，怎么开始？”我问。
“先把我推到车旁边，OK？就停在门后面。”
在我移动轮椅的时候波尔曼夫人已经睡着了。
“OK。解开安全带，”她说。
我伸手到她身边摸到了扣子。我的手臂扫过她的胸部，我意识到，虽然她的四肢可能是人造的，但她那难以置信的大胸并不是假的。
“现在，然后，”她带着一丝笑意说，“妈妈经常把我分开然后抱我上车，不过你也许够强壮到可以把我整个抱进去。”
“把你分开？”
“对。她把我从腿上抱起来然后把它们分开放。你想怎么做？整个一起？”
“好象不是很容易，不过我试试，”我说。“你的腿可以打折吗？”
她发出一阵银铃般的笑声。“不，不行。膝部有个小按钮可以解锁，但只能向后曲一点。为什么问这个？”
“在想怎么个做法。也许把你分开更好办一点。”
“事实上，如果你不介意，这样我觉得更舒服一点。”
“你会更舒服？”
“是的。假肢看上去很好看，但舒适可不是它的强项。”
我点头。“我要怎么做？”
“你先得把我的上衣掀起来。”她看到我的反应又笑了。“不用脱掉，只要掀到腰上面，这样你就可以把固定我的带子解开。”
我按她说的做了。她的身体――至少是腰部以上的部分，坚实而挺拔。我解开了皮带。
“现在帮我把我的假胳膊放到你的肩上，OK？”
我再次点头然后揭开她盖着的毯子，那是双涂了指甲的塑料假手。看起来就象是店里手套柜台用的那种。我抬起它们然后前伸身体，把它们放到我的肩上，然后抱起她的腰。她的脸靠在我旁边。吐息如兰。
“现在，”她轻轻地在我耳边说，“把我抱到后座上。”
我站直身子，从她套着裤子和鞋子的装备上抱起她的上半身，放到车后座上。在我放下她的手臂时我能看到她根本没有双腿的痕迹。事实上，几乎连屁股都没有。她的身体简单地收缩到突出的一团――就是女中学生经常提及的私处。带着红心图案的小白内裤滑到了一边，让粉红色的小缝露了出来。
“非常好，”她笑道。“你可以把我的腿放到那边，”她对着旁边的位置点点头说，“哦，你能把我的内裤整理一下吗？它经常这样，这不太舒服。”
我不知道怎么回答，只是尽我最大努力保持淡定地调整好这丝织品，希望她没注意到我的手颤抖得多么厉害。她只是专心地看着我。
“我为妈妈的事抱歉。一般都是她为我做这些。我非常感谢你的温柔。” 第二章
她们的家就在不远的地方，所以我想待会儿走回来开自己的车。
一路上凯瑟琳问起店里的情况以及我的爱好。我们聊得很愉快。我还在试图理解和观察后座上这位对我报以信任的年轻的女士。不是每个女孩都会象她这样展示。我得小心维护这种信任。
“你在后面还好吗？”我问。
“很好，谢谢你”她回答。“你不会觉得太勉强吧？”
“一点也不。我一直在找机会接近你。假日里我在你家里见过你好几次，不过总是还没找着机会接近你你就消失了。”
“我不喜欢被众人围绕，”她软软地说。“别人总是异样地看着我，这让我很不喜欢。”
“我会尽快送你回家。”我说。
“没事，这样就好，”她马上回答。“我也很想见到你。爸爸不让男孩到家里来，妈妈也不太支持。我对男孩子的印象基本来自于电视。我希望...”
她的声音停下了。
“怎么？”
“爸爸很喜欢你，妈妈也信任你。所以我想你也许能帮助我了解男孩是怎么样的。我从来没有接触过男人，爸爸除外。”
“我很乐意帮忙。”
当我们驶进砾石车道时，凯瑟琳告诉我车库门开关在遮阳板上，我们停在一辆老式凯迪拉克旁边。
“那是祖父的车，”凯瑟琳解释道。“爸爸有时候也会开一下。”
说到最后，她的声音低了下来。
“你没事吧？”我问。
“我很想念他。就是这样。”
我下车为博尔曼夫人开了门，她虽然没有完全缓过劲来，但算是恢复了平静。
“谢谢你，亲爱的，”她用最亲切的声音说，“这位好心的约翰斯顿先生一路把我们送回家来了，凯蒂。他不是很好吗?”
“是的，妈妈，”她回答。“很好。你觉得……好些了吗?”
“是的，亲爱的，好多了。”她说着下了车，整了整她的衣服。
“我把轮椅放在后备箱里，”我说，“要我拿出来吗?”
凯瑟琳赶在她母亲说话前回答道。“如果你不介意，可以就这样把我送到房间里去吗？今天很热，我想把假臂脱了。”
“凯蒂，亲爱的，不要勉强这位年青人，”波曼夫人总算说话正常了，“我认为他今天晚上肯定还有安排。”
凯瑟琳看着我。“就这样比把我装回去放进轮椅还快些，妈妈。”
“我很乐意能抱你进去。”听到我的回答她笑了。
“你真是太温柔了，约翰逊先生，”波曼夫人打开了门。“从厨房和餐厅向里走，左边的楼梯。”
我够到后座上，把凯瑟琳的手臂放到我肩上然后暂停了一下。
“把一只手放到我下面，OK？”她说。
我把手伸下去发现她的内裤又滑到一边去了。我的手就撑在这位迷人的年轻女士赤裸的下体上。
“你有一双很好，很强壮的手，”在我把她从车里抱出来的时候她对我耳语到。
“你的腿怎么办？”
“今晚我不需要它们。女仆早上会把它们带进来的。”
“早上？”
“是的。她准备好晚餐然后就会离开。现在她已经走了，但早上她会把它们拿进来。”
在我抱着凯瑟林经过厨房和餐厅时我感觉到她在移动她的下体。“我抱得没问题吗？”我问。
“太靠前了一点，如果你…那里，太好了，就这样，”她低声说。“你知道吗？”
“什么？”
“你是第一个进我房间的男孩。”
我们转过弯，走上宽阔的，铺着带有精致蓝色设计的灰白色软地毯的光滑楼梯。
“你不怎么出门吗？”我问。
“我根本不出门。”她轻轻地回答。“我在家里上学。他们给我准备好了一切。我也并不真想出去。”
“但你今天出去了，”我说。
“妈妈不想让我一个人在家，但她为了公司不得不去。这对她来说真的很难，把我拼到一起，然后给我穿衣服却只为了出个门。以前有人来或者要出门的时候是爸爸做这事。我有点担心她。“
我们跳出楼梯。她朝大厅点了点头。“那边...左边的第一个房间。”
我们走进了可爱的小卧室。它让人感觉既愉快又奇怪。一切东西都很低。床和书柜都没有腿，还有一台电脑也直接放在地板上。
“这是我的私人岛屿，”她在我耳边说。“只有我和女仆。妈妈很少进来。请把我放在我的床上。”
我轻轻地将她放到铺好的柔软的被子上。
“还有…你走之前，能不能帮我取下假胳膊？”
“当然，要我怎么做？”
“首先脱下我的上衣，放到篮子里。然后解开皮带，取下假胳膊。这就帮了我大忙了。这样我就没问题了。”
这次我是完全清白的。只是脱衣服。就象我每天都要做的那样。脱掉一位美丽的女孩的上衣。
我解开洁白棉制上衣的扣子，把它打开。然后我看到沉重的皮带缠在她的背后、前面和肩头。她的上半身上唯一自由的地方是那对非常巨大，形状完美地胸部，它们在没有支撑的情况下挺立在带子的空隙之中。
她注意到了我的注视。
“看上去不怎么好，是吗？”她问。
“这带子看上去是不太舒服，”我同意。
“前面有个尼龙扣。在我的…我的胸部下面…另一个在后面。你能解开它们吗？”
我的手又开始发抖，于是我先解开了后面的那个扣子，然后是前面的。我把皮带从她身上解开。她没有手臂，这个我知道，但现在我看到锁骨是唯一能显示出她有一点肩部的东西，它破坏了她从脖子到肋骨的完美曲线。她左右晃了一下身体，那对巨大的胸部随之前后晃动着。
“非常感谢，”她说，“这下感觉舒服了。”
她注意到我在看她的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）。
“有什么不对吗？我的胸有什么问题？”
她看上去非常关注。
“没有什么不对的，凯瑟琳。我只是在欣赏它们，就是这样。”
“你没骗我？我知道男孩认为胸部很重要，虽然没有手臂和腿，我也希望男孩能认为我的胸部很好，嗯，看来至少我还有对不错的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）。我是说它们就是我能拥有的全部了。”
她大大的眼睛里满是关注。
“你的胸部非常好，凯瑟琳。我说真的。”
“它们够大吗？”她继续问，“男孩都喜欢大胸部，不是吗？”
“它们很完美，真的。”
她看着自己异常挺立的胸部，好象对我的回答十分满意。
“现在，我该把这些带子放在哪里？”我问。
她对着壁厨的门点了点头。“里面的右边有个钩子，你可以挂在上面。”
我找到了钩子，把连着假肢的皮带挂在上面然后关上门。我转过身来的时候，凯瑟林正在试着叼起那件保护她上身不被假肢磨伤的丝织品。
“需要帮忙吗？”
“其实我能行的，”她笑着回答。“我不喜欢这东西。当然，如果你愿意，你可以帮我脱掉它。”
我帮她除掉内衣，她晃了晃上身，她的胸部欢快地跳跃着。
“谢谢你，”她从棉被里抬起头说。“现在感觉非常好。”
“要我帮你盖上被子吗？”
“不用。我很暖和，谢谢。因为皮肤太少，所以我很容易发热。这是医生说的。这也是当我穿上皮带时觉得悲惨的一个原因。”
“还有其他原因是吧？”
“主要是它们。”她扭动着身体让自己面向我。“看，这就是我，这就是我的样子，不管好坏，这真的是一个包袱。那些东西只是为了让妈妈感觉好点。她知道那不是她的错，但她总觉得对让一个多少是无助的身躯来到这个世界上有负罪感。当要见客的时候我让她给我穿上这些，但这就象个拙劣的笑话。”
她又扭动着，弯曲扭动着她的小身体直到完全仰卧的姿势。在这个过程中她的带着红心的小白内裤最后完全从身上滑落下去。现在一个完美的没有四肢的凯瑟林 波尔曼性感非常地躺在我的面前。
“看？这是另一回事。当我穿上的假肢时候我根本不能移动。这就象是在监狱里。现在这样我也做不了什么，但至少这样我是自由的。”
她收紧胸肌，（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）随着她的动作晃动着，几乎是直指向天花板，然后放松到两边。
“更舒服了，”她说。“再次感谢。”
房间安静下来。
“你感觉好吗？”我问。
“哦，当然。妈妈上床睡觉了，女仆早上会来帮我做每天的事。洗澡，喂我吃饭…哦，你走之前最后一件事…我想嘘嘘。”
“嘘嘘？”
“是的。今天在外面妈妈给我喝了很多柠檬汁，我不想憋一整夜。洗手间在大厅后面。你能把我抱过去吗？求你了。”
我扶起她温暖的身体让她坐着，或者说站在床上。
“我很喜欢这样，”她说。“我总是希望我能象其他人那样走路，或者至少靠自己的力量站起来。我试着走路，我做过。既然我的胸部已经发育了，我能靠我的…我的下面保持平衡一会儿。我可以让我的胸部向外面伸出一点。有时我假装自己有脚趾，明白吗？然后踮起我的“下身”，但很快就会摔倒。当我还小的时候我能用我的“下面”跳上几步，但最多三四步之后就会跌倒。我真的不得不依赖别人帮我。非常谢谢你。”她挺起背，让自己有着粉红色的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）的，巨大而完美的胸部伸向我这边。
我一臂环住她的腰，另一只手探进她细小的下体下面。
“好了吗？”我问。
“完美，”她用喉音说。“我喜欢你这样抱着我。”她用她的骨盆顶着我向上的手掌。“这和妈妈或女仆抱我的感觉完全不同。”
我的心立刻猛跳了起来。我从床抱起她，几步走进洗手间。
洗手间的装饰优雅而简单。我把凯瑟林放到洗脸盆旁的小椅子上然后打开了马桶盖。她专注地看着我的动作。
“这真有趣，”她笑着说。“你的做法和妈妈或女仆完全不同，你知道吗？”
“什么？”
“你愿意帮我做点其他的事吗？”
“我想是的，什么事？”
“我一直想脸朝前面嘘嘘。我在网站上看到有人说这样很不错…嗯，对着妈妈和女仆我从没想过我会这样。好象是觉得不够淑女还是什么的。男孩是向着前面的，不是吗？”
“通常是。”
“但你有东西可以伸出来，对吧？我也在网上看过。我虽然从来没见过真的。”
我把凯瑟林抱上马桶面对着前面。她左右晃了晃，调整了一下位置然后开始清空她的膀胱。
“完成了！”她笑道。“你现在可以帮我擦干净了。那样很有趣。”
我从纸滚上拉下几张纸问她，“有什么特别的要注意吗？”
“没有。就是擦干，你以前没这样做过？”
“没给别人擦过。虽然这并不困难。也许如果你有很多毛会不同一点。”我开始给她擦身。“就是外面，是吗？”
“外面，里面也擦下。你指的‘很多毛’ 是什么意思？”
“没什么。很多女的刮（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理）。”
“她们这样干？我想想…嗯，别在意。”
“什么？”
“哦，我想我比较不同…这点上面也是。当我下面开始长毛的时候我以为是我经常玩弄下面的原因。把我吓坏了。有一阵子我停止玩弄它但毛还是不停的长。我想那看上去真丑所以让女仆每天帮我刮掉。”
我从座位上抱起她，给马桶冲水然后回到她的卧室。路上我感觉到她的下面动了一下。好象是想要捏我的手。
“什么时候，你下次来的时候能不能让我看看你尿尿的地方？”我把她放回床上的时候她问。“它真的能玩戏法？”
“它什么？”我问。
“变戏法。我看过一部浪漫小说上说男人的玩意能变很精彩的戏法。”
“这要看你指的‘戏法’是什么，”我尽力作出了一个体面的回答。
“我是说它能站起来还有变大，你能用它做事吗？我用自己的做不了什么。我真的也试过。没有胳膊和腿，我的尿尿也帮不上忙。有时我对它太失望了。”
我就快要到达失控的边缘了。因此我决定转进以待将来。
“凯瑟林。我想我该离开了。你没别的事了吧？我们下次再聊。”
“如果你愿意，你可以叫我凯蒂，”她靠在枕头上说。我走到门口，回头向她摆手。
“拜拜，”我说。
“拜，”如果我的眼睛没有骗我，我看到她巨大而完美的右乳抬起来了一点然后又放松下去。“拜拜，”她顽皮地笑道。
第二周一我致电波尔曼夫人询问是否一切正常。
“哦，当然，约翰斯顿先生，”她回答，“非常感谢你参观我们安全的家。感谢你的热情。哦，我必须告诉你我家的小姑娘很喜欢你。我希望你不会介意。”
“当然不，”我诚恳地回答，“她是位很出色的年轻女士。”
“是的，我也觉得她已经长成一位年轻的女士了。时光如飞。现在，肯，我可以叫你肯吗？”
“当然。”
“肯，如果您对送我们回家这事保密的话我会非常感激…你不会告诉任何人，是吗？”
“是的女士，我不会的。如果有人问起我只会谈起那天很热。”
“很好。我好像记得曾请你在这个星期来玩。茶点之外 ，我还需要问您一些关于我们商店的事情……现在劳伦斯走了，我需要更多的帮助。我觉得你可以帮忙。我们可以私下谈谈，你明白吗?”
“好的。波尔曼夫人。我明白了。无论如何我很高兴能帮到您。”
周四下午我把自己的店铺交给轮班经理，然后驱车前往波尔曼家。这座石头建筑周围的木制品刚刚粉刷过。我按下了门铃。
一位大约四十岁左右，黑色头发，穿着笔挺制服的女仆开了门。
“请进。”她拉开门门。“博尔曼太太在房间里等您。这边请。”
书房就在左边，正对着主楼梯。“哦，你来了，肯。进来。”
书房是一间小而舒适的房间，里面摆满了书，还挂着几张这家人的肖像。劳伦斯从放着夏日鲜花的壁炉上方，微笑地看着我们。博尔曼太太的画像放在一边，凯瑟琳那张年轻的脸在另一边若有所思地凝视着。远处的墙上有一家酒吧，里面放着精选的烈酒，在水晶杯里晶莹剔透。
“我确实答应过你‘一点小东西’，是不是?”我像往常一样吃。米兰达，”她对女仆说，“给约翰斯顿先生弄点‘小玩意儿’。”
手里拿着我的“小东西”，我们坐下来开始聊天。
“我想问你的一件事是，我们经历过一些货物消失的损失。盗窃,顺手牵羊……不管它是什么。你有什么建议吗?我知道总会有的，但在市中心的大仓库里的货物在夜间不翼而飞，而且，守夜人似乎找不到问题所在……”
我们就这个问题聊了一段时间，这时身后的噪音使我转过身来。那里，凯瑟琳·波尔曼半裸着的身影正缓缓地走下楼梯，她那不受约束的胸部在她扭动着身体滑下每一步台阶时前后摆动着。
“嗨，”她看见我转过身来，唧唧喳喳地说。“妈妈说你今晚要来。你好,妈妈。我是不是来早了?”
“一点也不，亲爱的，”妈妈说。“我们刚说完。”在凯瑟琳走下台阶，靠在楼梯柱子站直身体的当口，波尔曼太太又在吧台上给自己调了一份“小东西”，或者更确切地说，是一个相当大份的“小东西”。
“看到了吗?脱了了这些装备，我可以很好地四处活动。”
波尔曼女士点了点头。“劳伦斯和我想给她买个电动轮椅，但我们得弄辆大车和电梯，还有……”
“那样的话，爸爸就得向所有人承认，你和他有一个残疾的孩子，对吗?”凯瑟琳打断了她。
“把你的上衣系好，亲爱的，”她妈妈说。“你现在是一个大女孩了。约翰斯顿先生希望你裸露的胸部盯着他的脸。”
“好的,妈妈。”
凯瑟琳伸长脖子，用嘴叼起系在脖子上但已经滑到身侧的中国丝巾的一角。然后甩头让那块布就盖住她的身前。或者说半个身前。她的右胸仍然露在外面，像一枚准备发射的火箭。凯瑟琳检查了自己努力的结果，略带满意地点了点头。她那狭小的臀部裹在一个有橙色针脚的黑色牛仔布包里。
“过来，凯蒂，”她妈妈指着女儿说，“我来给你调整一下。”
凯思琳把重心从柱子上移开。她的胸部剧烈地摆动着。突然，她尖声叫了一声:“哦，呸!!”然后脸向下摔倒了。“哎哟!”
“帮帮她，约翰斯顿先生，好吗?”
“当然,鲍曼女士。你没事吧，凯瑟琳?”
“没事。”她左右摇晃着，把压扁的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）从身下移开。”我被这愚蠢的短裤绊倒了。我很抱歉。妈妈我不能……”
“不，亲爱的，”她母亲的反应不出预料。“有客人的时候不行。”
”凯瑟琳的表情低落下来。
“约翰斯顿先生，你能把我们的女儿放在那边的椅子上吗?”
我抱起那个噘嘴的女孩，把她放在她母亲旁边一张漂亮的锦缎椅子上。
“凯瑟琳真的应该开始穿戴一些支撑设备，”她的母亲对我说，好像她的女儿不在她身边一样。她拉了拉丝绸方巾，让它盖住女儿的胸前。“我不知道她怎么长得这么大。一定是从她父亲那边的遗传。”
凯瑟琳无语地望着窗外的夕阳。
“好了，亲爱的，好多了。你想喝点什么吗?再过二十分钟才开饭。”
博尔曼太太转向我。“凯蒂上个月庆祝了她的21岁生日，是吗，亲爱的?”
凯瑟琳点了点头。“妈妈，如果可以的话，我想喝你在聚会上为我调制的饮料。”
她妈妈从椅子上站起来，去了酒吧。
“不过，你得帮我拿着，”凯瑟琳继续说，“因为我全身都裹得严严实实的。”
我扬了扬眉毛。凯瑟琳看着我，朝她母亲点点头，然后摇头。
她母亲没有回头，只是摇了摇头，又给自己斟了一杯酒。“肯，给你加满吗?”她扭头问道。我点了点头。
博尔曼太太把我的饮料递给我，又拿着她的饮料和她为凯瑟琳准备的那杯回到她的椅子上。她把杯子举到女儿的唇边。
“我想应该有个解释，”博尔曼夫人开始说。“从凯蒂还是个婴儿的时候起，劳伦斯和我就试着让她尽可能多做一些事情。我们认为自从她带着…限制出生，我们应该给她一切机会去开发她的能力。”
凯瑟琳又从母亲手里的杯子里喝了一口。
“这是我不想要电动椅子的另一个原因，”她说。“我真的很喜欢自己做事。”
“她学会了移动，如你所见，”博尔曼夫人继续说，“小时候她经常滚着移动 ，但自从她成为女人后，我就没见她那么做了。”
凯瑟琳摇了摇头。“这是大奶...胸部的缺点之一，”她说。“我再也不能像以前那样滚着走，但我以前真的是到处乱窜，对吧，妈妈?”
“你说得对，凯蒂。但随着她的成长，她学会了许多其他技能。”
波尔曼夫人抿了一口饮料。
“现在，我必须解释一些事情。肯，你是这家族企业的重要成员，我知道劳伦斯绝对信任你，无论是在生意上还是个人上。未来的日子里，我将非常依赖你，因此你将在这个房子里与我和凯瑟琳度过很长一段时间。作为这个家庭最年轻的成员，凯瑟琳迟早会继承公司，既然她要与你相处，我希望你会是她需要任何支持时可以依靠的人。”
波尔曼夫人直视着我的眼睛。“你对这样的安排感到满意吗?”她问道，声音中带着一丝决绝。
“我接受。”
“很好。现在，如果我们继续走下去，你必须和凯蒂以及我密切合作。所以我必须让你知道我们女儿的一些事情。”
凯思琳移了移身体，盯着地板。
“我必须告诉你，”波尔曼夫人继续说道，“我们的女儿已经学会了使用残忍的命运赋予她的身体，以一种，嗯，我该怎么说呢?我想，非主流是一个很好的说法。”
我点了点头。
“哦，妈妈，你把我说得这么奇怪!”凯瑟琳打断她。
“对不起，亲爱的，我不是那个意思。我只是想让约翰斯顿先生理解，仅此而已。”
凯思又琳调整了一下姿势，继续盯着地板。
“晚餐准备好了，夫人。”门口传来米兰达的声音。
波尔曼夫人抱着女儿站起身来。
"凯蒂，亲爱的，你长这么大了，也许约翰斯顿先生能把你抱进去。"
“我很乐意，”我说着，把凯瑟琳抱进大餐厅，让她坐在她母亲指给她的座位上。
“你就坐在这儿，”波尔曼夫人指着她和女儿之间的位置说。
我坐下然后转向凯与琳。我注意到她的面前没有放餐具，杯子也放在右边桌子边上。就在我看着的时候，她抖开胸前的绸子，毫不客气地把自己的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）放在盘子两边。
“凯蒂，我想我们有过协议…”波尔曼夫人说。
“母亲，你知道我把手放在腿上的话就够不到我的盘子。”
“亲爱的…”
“我知道了。不过你得让人喂我。”
凯瑟琳靠着椅背让自己的胸部滑到桌子下面，一脸不快地弓着身体。
“母亲，求你了？”
“我真的不介意。波尔曼夫人，”我说。“凯瑟琳不管做什么我都不介意的。”
她的母亲冷冷地看着女儿，但还是点了头，然后拿起她的餐巾。
凯瑟琳恢复了她之前的姿势，然后用嘴衔起餐巾擦了擦右胸。
“我没有听错吧？你说‘你的手’，是吗？”我问她。
“是的。这是个小玩笑。抱歉。”
主菜和沙拉都放在我们面前。凯瑟琳的在她的左侧。
她的母亲安静地吃了一会儿，然后抬起头来看着我。她说：
“当凯蒂的胸部开始发育的时候，她觉得那就是她正在成长的手臂。”然后波尔曼夫人带着一点窘意笑了起来。
“那不是很好笑吗？”
“但每只手上只有一个小指头。”凯瑟琳笑道。“很好笑，嗯？”
“事情没有那样发展一定很让你失望，”我说。
“是的，有一点。它们不是手指，但有时我能让它们伸得够远并且…”
“凯蒂!”她的母亲打断了她的话。
“抱歉，母亲。”
晚餐进行得很顺利，谈话集中在商店里的问题以及我们将如何一起解决这些问题上。凯思琳低下头优雅地啃着盘子里的这些东西。她不时在亚麻布餐巾上擦嘴。
当我看着她的时候发现她正带着恶作剧般的笑容看着我。
我什么都没说，只是抬了抬眉毛。她继续笑着，然后抖了一下餐巾下依稀可见的乳尖。她的右（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）勃起到不可思议的尺寸。
“看！我的手指！”她轻轻地说。
然后她继续吃饭。
“肯，下周，”波尔曼夫人抬起头来说，“我们再见个面，看看能不能计划些具体的事情。你看行吗?”
“好的，波尔曼夫人。”
“很好。现在，我必须去书房办点事。你能看着凯蒂上楼吗?亲爱的，你吃完了吗?”
“是的,妈妈。我真的可以自己上楼梯，”她抬起头来，用那双闪闪发亮蓝绿色的眼睛看着我说，“不过又累又慢。所以吃饱之后，如果有人抱我也许会更好。你介意吗?”
“乐意效劳。”我抱起她，然后走上楼梯。“你自己怎么上楼？”
“你的味道很好闻。”她说。“嗯，上楼么？跟我在家里走来走去一样。趴在地上，象毛毛虫那样，先是上半身，然后下半身顶在地上向上凑。楼梯上的地毯让我的胸部感觉很舒服，但是太滑了。如果没穿衣服我能做得更好。这样可以抓得更牢。”
我走进她的二楼的房间。
“母亲依旧不明白衣服对我有多么不便。她总是给我穿上衣服，不管我喜欢与否…”
“凯瑟林？”到达房间的时候我问。
“叫我凯蒂好吗？”
“好”我把她放到床旁边。
“帮我解开这玩意然后放到梳妆台上好吗？”
我一而折起方巾一面问她：“凯蒂，你喜欢要继承的这些商业事务吗？”
我回头发现她看着自己的胸部。
“不是手，也不是手指。”她突然说，从小声到大声。
“你说什么？”
她用红红的眼睛看着我。“我没有腿，我也没有手臂。我没办法象其他人那样做事。我也没有手和手指，只有一双又大又傻的咪咪和总是在最需要的时候软掉的靠不住的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）。我很抱歉，肯，我就是个玩笑，真的。我要怎么才，才能负担起爸爸的事业啊？”
“你的母亲管理得很好，我想，但是我想你很快将要承担起重要的责任了。”
“真讽刺，不是吗?妈妈需要我?我自己就需要很多帮助，”她说。“事实上我完全帮不上忙。我应该呆在店里，学习广告或是物流……所有的东西。但是,我没有。我真的做不了。我自学拿到了经济学和商业管理的学位，但这对我有什么用。我还不如在荒岛上呢。然后，当她把我所有的义肢都给我戴上，带着我出去时，我觉得自己更没用了。我就象个愚蠢的商店假人。打扮得漂漂亮亮的，毫无用处。人们盯着我看，然后仿佛没看到我一样移开目光。不仅如此，这些天妈妈酗酒得很厉害，我真的开始担心了。”
“凯蒂，我有个很奇怪的想法。”
“是吗?”
“是关于商店的盗窃事件。”
“给我讲讲吧。”她说着，在床边折褶的地毯上前后摇晃，然后反复扭动着身子。
“嗯……你没事吧?”
“当然。我只想脱下这条短裤。现在，你有什么主意?”
“你的夜视能力怎么样?”
“我的什么?”
“夜视。你晚上的视力怎么样?”
“事实上，我认为很好。比妈妈和爸爸的好多了。怎么?”
“只是一个疯狂的想法。你知道商店里那些人体模型吗?那些模特衬衫之类的?”
“我想是的，”她说，然后开始扭动着肚子推着她脱到地面上的“短裤”向壁橱走去。
“等一下，”她说着，奇怪地扭动身体仰面躺下。
“因为我的胸部太大了，所以我躺着更方便，”她说，然后开始扭动后背，用她狭窄的臀部推动自己。她的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）在胸口前后晃动。
“你刚才说什么来着?”
“那些模特有些很有艺术气息，有些则非常逼真，”我说。
“然后呢?”她问道，然后用下巴打开了壁橱的门。
“你想从事间谍工作吗?”
她扭过头来面对着我。“你是说在店里?晚上?”
“没错。商店关门后，他们会关掉所有的灯，你可以替换掉一个人体模特，然后看看发生了什么!”
“哦,男孩。我得好好想想。你是说把我放在那种基座上一整晚…早上怎么办?”
“我会在别人来之前来接你的。”
“那清洁工呢?”
“他们在那里的时候，你可以不动。他们只擦地板，也就20分钟左右。”
“但是要被吊在杆子上一晚上呢?我不知道。”
“实际上，工人下班后，店里只有5个小时左右是黑的。我会在附近看着他们，等他们做完后，我再把你弄进去。你觉得怎么样?”
“嗯，我喜欢任何为家族出力的想法，但这听起来还是有点问题。”
她把“短裤”塞进衣柜，用额头把门关上。
“考虑考虑吧。”我建议道，然后准备离开。
“肯恩?”她一边问一边回到床上。
“什么?”
“你真的想帮我?”
“是的。”
“我很高兴。妈妈信任你，我知道爸爸信任你。我也喜欢你。你把我当成一个完整的人。”
“你是完整的。每个人都不一样。你比大多数人都少一些东西，但你就是你，在我看来，非常完整。也很有魅力。”
她点了点头。
“谢谢。但我真的对…知之甚少。我的意思是，我在电视和网上看过，不过仍然知之甚少。”
"我会尽我所能帮忙。"
她的眼睛开始闪烁，她以我以前见过的那种顽皮的方式微笑着。
“我想更多了解男孩……男人。”
“像什么?”
“就像……比如他们的那话儿。让我看看你的，好吗?”
“凯蒂•……”我简直不知道说什么好。
“那你妈妈呢?”我终于脱口而出。
“她不是男孩，”她笑着说。“她的小便跟我的一样，只是她没刮胡子。我想看真正的男人的东西，我还从来没看过。”
“不，我是说她不会反对吗?”
“我敢打赌她睡死过去了。去看看。”
我匆匆穿过大厅，发现博尔曼太太正幸福地睡在她的床上，床头柜上放着半杯酒。
当我回到凯瑟琳的房间的时候她已经坐在窗边的小电脑前。
“等一下，”她说。我看着凯瑟琳叼着一根短棍在键盘上输入。几秒钟后，屏幕上出现了一个需要成人检查的网站。她敲了几下键盘，就出现了非常清晰的男性和女性生殖器在不同活动阶段的图片。
“看见了吗?”她转着口棍说。“他们很看重这个，这肯定值得研究。看见那个女孩的尿尿的地方了吗?”她说，“它张得很开，你可以看到里面。这真的很难做到。也许是因为她有腿。不管怎么说，既然男生喜欢那样，我就研究过怎么做。虽然并不容易。我通常得把我的在什么东西上摩擦。有时要很久。然后在它打开之后，它就不想再关闭了。这很奇怪。也许是瘫痪了什么的。如果不是这样就好了。也许我可以用它做点什么。但我做不到。不管怎样，偶尔我试着用它做事的时候，我浑身发抖，汗流浃背，它象个白痴一样变得黏糊糊的。这样正常吗?我应该去看医生吗?”
“不，凯蒂，”我承认，有一种在走钢丝的感觉，“这很正常。大多数人认为这感觉很好。这是交配过程的一部分。”
“是的，真的感觉很好。非常棒。这没问题吗?你确定吗?”
“是的。”
“我很高兴。我做不了太多其他的事情，所以我花了很多时间这么做。我真的很喜欢。当我用电脑或阅读时，我总是这样做。一旦我试着用我的尿尿的地方去做什么，最后总是以喘着气，笑得象个疯子一样结束。爽！”她咯咯地笑着，胸部上下跳动着，“至少在某种程度上我跟别人一样!”
她转身对着屏幕。
“现在看看这个男孩，”她说着，用自己丰满的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）和挺立的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）指着屏幕，“看到了吗？他的东西那么大，而且是直立的。我的意思是，当我每天在电视上看到男人的时候，他们的裤子并不会突出一大坨。他是怎么做到的?”
我低头瞥了一眼，看看是否已经有了答案。是的。
“这并不总是可控的，”我说。“不过当男孩发现什么东西很有魅力的时候，自然就发生了。”我只是希望波尔曼夫人不要醒过来，然后来祝她女儿晚安。我环顾四周。凯瑟琳一定觉察到了我的担忧。
“妈妈不会醒的，”她说。“她要到早上才会醒来。
来吧，展示展示，展示展示!”她像个小孩一样在床上蹦蹦跳跳。一个有着惊人的21岁身材的小孩。
“你是说你想看看我的?”现在呢?”我支支吾吾。
“对！对！对!”她唧唧喳喳地说，“让它站起来玩戏法!”
“呃，我不能保证有太多的玩法。小彼得有自己的想法。”
“彼得?这是他的名字吗?哦，我喜欢。”她说。“把你的衣服撩起来，我要见见彼得。”
我脱下衬衫和裤子和内裤，凯瑟琳走到她的床前，弓起背努力爬了上去。
“哦，这太有趣了!”她喊道。“快点。维多利亚想要近距离和彼得见面。”
“维多利亚？”
“对，是的。如果彼得有名字，她当然也应该有。对吧？”
“很公平。”现在彼得已经完全地清醒过来等着来个介绍了。
“噢,他真可爱!”凯瑟琳喘着气，蓝绿色的眼睛闪闪发光。“让我站起来，我想摸摸他。”
我把她扶起来，抱到床边。她绷紧右胸肌，轻轻地抬起右胸。她用同样勃起的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）碰了碰我勃起的（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理）。
“为什么它不动?”她一面用（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）感受着我的话儿的脉动一边问。
“这和我的心跳有关。”她靠得更近，然后开始抚摸它。“酷”。
我咬紧嘴唇，以免当场崩溃。
“彼得真的很可爱。我敢打赌他和维多利亚一定会相处得很好。你觉得怎么样?”
“也许吧，但你不认为应该先让他们互相介绍吗?”
“哦，对。可怜的家伙。她被埋在被子里，看不到这可爱的家伙。”
我放开了手，然后她仰面倒在床上。
“看看，亲爱的，”她对骨盆正中的粉红色折皱说。“可怜的家伙，我想她是生气了，摸摸她的脸颊，也许她就会好了。”
我抚摸着她光滑无毛的皮肤。我能感觉到她的身体在微微颤抖。我用手指轻轻地抚摸生气的维多利亚小姐，然后慢慢加重。
“继续，继续。你能对我的胸部也好点吗？求你了，哦，哦，就是这样。好舒服。”
她开始在床上左右摇晃，闭上眼睛，大大的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）前后摇晃。慢慢地，合拢的嘴唇张开了，露出了里面的（违规用词，请立即整改，否则封号处理），它和我绷紧的话儿一起有节奏地颤抖着。
“她喜欢你，”凯瑟琳抬头看着我说。“我很开心。告诉彼得温柔些。这是她的第一次。”
一小时后，我们依靠着躺在她的床上。
“维多利亚非常高兴。”凯瑟琳凑过来温柔地闻着我的脸颊说，“谢谢你。” 第三章
喂?”我对着办公室电话的话筒说。先是一阵摸索声，然后是:“喂?约翰斯顿先生的办公室吗?”那是凯蒂的声音。
“凯蒂?你好,是我。”
更多奇怪的声音，接着是呯的一声，然后感觉是从有点远的地方传来的声音:“别挂。我弄掉了话筒。该死的!”
我等了一会儿。
“那个，”她对着话筒说。“搞定了。肯，你相信我是自己给你拨号打的电话吗？
“很棒,”我说。“有机会你得让我看看你是怎么做到的。”
“妈妈出去开会了。最难的部分是够到厨房的柜台上。怎么说呢，我不得不踮起脚尖，然后用牙咬住绳子。现在话筒在厨房的地板上。不管怎么说，我们对你的计划的讨论还没结束，看谁在商店里偷东西!”
“没错。彼得和维多利亚接管了交流，是不是?”
“对了。我觉得维多利亚恋爱了。是这样吗?一个…一个……哦,不要紧。无论如何，我们什么时候再见面?如果你真的认为这个主意行得通，我愿意试试。”
周二晚上，我回到了波尔曼家。
“凯蒂在楼上她的房间里，”博尔曼夫人说。“她在等你。她说你有什么秘密计划，可以调查货物是怎么失踪的。是吗?”
“只是一个构想，波尔曼夫人，但应该能行。”
“她说这和她有关?”
我选择不向波尔曼夫人透露这个计划。她可能会告诉别人。
“凯蒂?”
“进来，肯。”
凯蒂趴在地板上，用她的舌头快速翻阅着我们的一些存储目录。
“我们应该监视哪个部门?”她问。
“体育用品是唯一要重视的东西，”我说。“从对面的运动服区可以看得很清楚。你想试试吗?”
“当然。为什么不呢?也许我能做些有用的事。我们要怎样才能背着所有人准备好呢?”
我已经想出了一些细节。我们会在天黑商店关门后，清洁工没到之前进去。我会解释说我带来了一个“测试展品”。然后用一辆包装纸盖住的手推车把展品(凯蒂)带了进来。进去之后，我就会重新锁上门，启动警报器。
“到目前为止，一切顺利，凯蒂。”我把手推车停在过道尽头，低声说道。
“很好。抱我出来。”
我凯蒂从包裹中放出来。她现在穿着红色棉织无䄂上衣和黄色百褶短裙。脸上的化妆让她的肤色显得白而假。而且有生以来第一次涂上了亮红的口红。
“阴影怎么样?”
“比我想的要好，”她说。“我在黑暗中看得很清楚。”
“准备好了吗?”
“我想是的。幸亏你提醒了我先嘘嘘。”
以她的假腿为模型，我做了一个带靠背的适合凯蒂的身材的容器，可以安装到标准的模特支架上，还加了一个靠背。我把她放在容器上。
“好了?”
“不坏。我想象这样能呆上几个小时。”她摇晃着身体。“接下来呢?”
“我们开始吧。”
我把装在容器里的凯蒂抬到靠近过道的一个展示柜的顶部。除了凯蒂那格外突出的胸部之外，她看起来跟商店里的模特没有什么不同，非常“不像真人”。
“这件上衣太紧了，”她低头看着说。“我快给勒死了。如果还有下次，给我找一个前面更大号的，好吗？如果我们再来一次，给我穿那种会更好。”
她朝一个只披着一点透明尼龙的躯干人体模特点了点头。
“我知道了。”我笑着说。
“妥了?”我问。她点了点头。
“再见。”
“你在开玩笑吧!”四个小时后，我喊道。
“我没开玩笑!”凯蒂一边扭动着靠上货摊的角落，一边说。“给我弄点吃的，我把整个经过告诉你。”
我去了通宵餐厅的柜台拿了两大托盘食物。
“好吧，帮我脱掉上装，还是你来喂我?”她问。
“我喂你。可能会有人进来的。”
“这真蠢，你知道吗?”她顶着桌子扭动着自己的躯干说，“关于女人在公共场合必须遮盖自己的胸部。他们认为我们要拿他们做什么?”
“我喂你。来点果汁吗?”
凯蒂点点头。我把杯子拿到她跟前。
“好吧，总之，我看到了。在你离开大约一个小时后，这个穿着商店制服的男人拿着一个小手电筒和手推车进来，锁上了门，走到了体育用品区。”
“弗拉纳根先生吗?”
“对了。守夜人。总之，他进来了，四下看了看，然后从柜台下面和陈列柜里拿了些东西，放到手推车里，然后离开了。”
“但他已经在这家店工作多年了。这些盗窃案发生后，我就调查过他。我是说，他有钥匙，也知道警报器的密码，他确实很可能是罪魁祸首，但他从你爸开始经营公司的时候就在这干了，没有不良记录。而且入店行窃事件大约一个月前才开始。你确定你看到的就是那个人?”
“对。年会时他去过我家。就是他。”
吃完提前的早餐，我把凯蒂抱回车里。她偎依在我的胸前。
“抱紧我，”她说。“抱我一会。我从来没有一个人像那样站着，我真的被吓坏了。当我一个人的时候，我总是躺下，这样我就可以用我的嘴做一些事情，或者在枕头上挠我的鼻子，或者类似的事情。而且总有人在我身边照顾我。我一个人象那样杵在那里，一只苍蝇立在我的脸颊上，我什么也做不了。我意识到我是如此的无助。有一段时间我真的很害怕。抱着我,好吗?”
我紧紧地抱着她。
“那现在怎么办?”过了一会儿，她问道。
"我先带你回家再说。"
回到凯蒂的卧室，我帮她摆脱了运动服上衣和短裙的束缚。她高兴地晃着胸脯，两个咪咪像此起彼伏地摇晃着。
“感觉好点了吗，姑娘们?”她问笑着自己的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）。“带我去尿尿，好吗?”
我把她抱进洗手间，然后扶着她上厕所。“我也想大便。你愿意帮我吗?”
我现在已经协助凯瑟琳·博尔曼完成了人类所知的所有身体功能。然而，她身上仍然有一种神秘而奇妙的东西让我想一直和她在一起。
“你知道我们要做什么吗?”我把她放到床上时，她说。
“跟维多利亚和彼得有关吗?”
她象个小女孩似的咯咯地笑。“哦，当然，跟那个也有关!但我指的是弗拉纳根先生。”她看着我，蓝绿的眼睛里闪着光芒。
“你能给商店的灯装一个遥控器吗?”
我想了一会儿。
“我想这是可以做到的。为什么?”
“我想试试。我得解决细节问题。这个明天再说。但是现在，离早晨还有些时间，去脱衣服吧。维多利亚非常想要你可爱的朋友彼得。"
我脱衣服时，凯蒂自个儿轻轻地笑了起来。
“你喜欢看老电影吗?”她问。
“我想是的，当然。为什么?”
“嗯，我看过一个，某某大人是一个非常优雅的人，他会亲吻女士的手。”
“是吗?”
“我很好奇那是什么感觉。”她看着自己的胸部。哪怕是躺着，她的胸依然傲立，坚挺而美丽。
“我希望我有手，不过我没有。我只有这两个大家伙。”她控制着一个咪咪转了一圈，然后是另一个。
“我有时候假装自己有手，甚至想用它们做点什么事，不过我知道它们不是真正的双手。”
“它们象一位优雅的女士那完美的双手一样美丽。”我扬了扬眉毛说。
“但是它们只有一个指头...”
“每一个都是独一无二的完美。”
“除了它们变得柔软无用的时候。”
此刻肯定不是那样。两个（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）都立了起来，对着我，比我以前看到的更挺直。我温柔地吻了一只，然后又吻了另一只，把镶嵌它们的奇妙的洁白（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）捧在手里。凯蒂全身一颤。她闭上眼睛静静地躺着。
“也许这样就好，”她闭着眼轻声说。
“什么?”
“也许我没有胳膊和腿也没关系。”
她睁开那双美丽的眼睛看着我。
“你喜欢我吗?”她用平静而严肃的声音问道。
“非常喜欢，”我真诚地回答。“我觉得你很美妙。”
“美妙?”
"你美丽，聪明，风趣，可爱，聪明，机智，我爱你的每一寸肌肤"
“我想拥抱你，”她笑着说，“躺下来让我趴在你上面，好吗?”
我照她说的做了，她巨大的（违规用词，请立即整改，禁止带有成人内容）压向我的胸部外侧，她不停地亲吻我的脸，前倾骨盆，摩擦着我的男根，直到我觉得要爆炸了。
“如果我有胳膊和腿，也许我可以做得更好，”她说。
“我想不出还有什么更好的。”
“维多利亚和彼得的时间到了，”她说。
大约一个小时后，第一缕晨光开始在凯蒂的卧室里摇曳，我开始穿衣服。
“我最好在你妈妈醒来或女佣来之前走。”我说。
“我也觉得。这样就省下很多解释了。肯?”
“什么?”
“我感觉好多了，你知道吗?我是说我真的觉得我终于不再是坐享其成了。”
“很好。你那个需要遥控器的计划是什么?”我一边扣衬衫一边问。
“我们知道是弗拉纳根先生做的，现在我们需要知道原因，对吧?我想给弗拉纳根先生一个惊喜。我想，突然在聚光灯下看到我时的震惊足以使他不知所措，他会脱口说出实情的。”
凯蒂转过身子，面对着我。
“根据我的心理学课程，这是一种古老的技巧。那些受到惊吓或处于震惊状态的人通常无法编造出可信的谎言。此外，”她咯咯地笑着说，“我只是想看看他认出立在柜台上只盖着那块透明的布料的模特是我时脸上的表情。”
“所以你的计划是等他把东西装进手推车后，然后打开灯让你自己出现在他面前，是这个意思?”
“完全正确!”
四个晚上后，我们启动了计划。不过，这一次，我在穿过两条走廊，朝房间后面的地方找到了一个藏身之处。
不出所料，弗拉纳根先生推着手推车走了进来，重启了警报，然后去了体育用品区。在他把一副拳击手套放进推车时，凯蒂突然改变了重心，按下了放在她屁股旁边的遥控器。房间里一片耀眼的光芒。弗拉纳根先生被晃得晕头转向，吓得动弹不得。
“弗拉纳根先生，”凯蒂的声音响亮而清晰，“你打算怎么处置这些东西?”
弗拉纳根环顾四周。他看见凯蒂的身影，不相信地眨了眨眼睛。她裸露的身体直立在柜台上，身上只盖着几乎透明的轻纱。她的眼睛睁得大大的，怒视着对方。
他结结巴巴了几秒钟，然后说:“这是给孩子们的。”
我保持着隐藏的状态并确认我的录音机在正常工作。
“弗拉纳根先生，”凯蒂重复道，“确切地告诉我你在做什么!”她说话的声音更大了，带着一种意料之外的威严。
“凯瑟琳小姐?”
“是的!这到底是怎么回事?”
弗拉纳根眨了眨眼睛，摇了摇头，试图从噩梦中醒来。
“这……这是给孩子们的。”他重复道。
事情的真相大白了。弗拉纳根先生一直在秘密地为镇上一个资金不足、人手不足的少年俱乐部提供装备。
“都是些好孩子，”他解释说，“我孤身一人，所以一直在帮助他们。”他们需要一些东西让他们远离街头，俱乐部没有钱....我以为没有人会知道……”
一个星期后，博尔曼太太眯起眼睛，听弗拉纳根先生讲话。
“我们不能容忍这种情况继续下去，弗拉纳根先生，”她说，“不过，我们确实需要做正确的事情。”
凯蒂坐在她的轮椅上，用她的话说，“全副武装”。
“如果弗拉纳根先生能慢慢地、一次一点地向公司支付成本价，”她建议道，“有没有可能通过供应次品、退换品或积压产品，来支持他在少年俱乐部的事业，以此作为一项慈善事业?”
“我们不会向孩子们供应退换产品，”她的母亲回答说，“我们可以做正确的事。是的，凯蒂，这是个好计划。欢迎成为公司的一员!”
过了一段时间，凯蒂和我结了婚。现在我们两是公司的董事长和CEO。她，我，维多利亚和彼得一起过上了快乐的生活。 按惯例，原文在后面
Part of the Firm
by M. Knight
(Kathryn Borman, completely limbless and heiress of her father's stores gets acquainted with Ken Johnston, a confident employee of her mother. They have some sex, and the result is a happyend...)
I had never enjoyed the annual company outing. The casual dress and the outdoor atmosphere didn't remove the irritating ego and demands for control that should have been (but weren't) left at the office. The old man, H.G., had run a 'tight ship' to use a favored phrase, and his son Lawrence had continued the tradition.
Lawrence had died of cancer at a relatively young age this past year and with his wife as figurehead, the board had continued running the chain of stores in the family tradition. Consequently, even on a Saturday afternoon
at a reserved section of the park, supervisors continued to supervise and the pecking order never was allowed to disappear.
A few things made it worthwhile, even if attendance hadn't been the next thing to compulsory. The softball was fun and in warm years a dip in the lake was refreshing. There was something else, too. Someone else, I should say.
Across the grassy slope a few family members watched the games and nibbled on hot dogs and potato salad. Some sipped drinks. Some just watched. Older women, mostly, and a girl in a wheelchair.
Kathryn Borman was Lawrence's only child. I had seen her a few times at the meetings that Lawrence Borman held at his home and at the annual holiday get-together for senior store managers. Although I was just out of college, I had been put in charge of one of the smaller stores and had enjoyed some
success. Lawrence appreciated that and before he died we had been on a first name basis. Mrs. Borman, a slender, worried looking woman knew me but continued to refer to me as 'Mr. Johnston'.
Mrs. Borman and her daughter Kathryn watched the games quietly. I had never been introduced to Kathryn but in the few times that our eyes had met she had smiled. Not just a polite smile, either, but a charming, inviting kind of smile. There was something both odd and appealing about her. She was always in a wheelchair, either parked or being moved by her mother. Her hands lay in her lap, covered with a large cloth napkin... Although her arms and legs were motionless, there was a vital, radiant quality about her. Even in her wheelchair you could see she had a great figure. Her blue green eyes sparkled in the sun and strands of her honey blonde hair floated on the summer breeze. For all of her disability, I found her very attractive.
The last portion of three-bean salad had been devoured and the bats and balls were being packed away as I headed up the slope to pay my courtesy call to Mrs. Borman and perhaps say hello to her daughter. As I approached, Mrs. Borman blinked in my direction. She seemed almost disoriented and adjusted her footing like someone experiencing dizziness.
"Hi, Mrs. Borman," I called out as I approached. "I wanted to tell you how sorry I am about Lawrence."
She blinked again and then as she recognized me she spoke. "Thank you Mr. Johnston. It has been difficult, but we at the company appreciate all that you've done."
She adjusted her footing again and as I approached I caught the distinct aroma of alcohol. Strong. I looked down at Kathryn. She looked up at me with a look of anxiety and embarrassment.
Hi," I said, "Your name's Kathryn, right? We've seen each other but we've never actually met. My name's Ken, "and without thinking I stuck out my hand.
Her eyes fell to my hand and she looked back up again.
"It's nice to finally meet you," she said without moving. "I'm... I'm sorry I can't shake hands. "It is nice to meet you, though." A smile didn't disguise the anxiety or the embarrassment.
"Mr. Johnston runs one of our stores, dear," Mrs. Borman said. Even outdoors her breath was nearly overpowering. "You must come by and visit us one day soon," she said, "We have cocktails at 4:30, why don't you come by, say Monday or Tuesday?"
Kathryn looked up at her mother with increasing anxiety and said, "Mother, don't you think we should be getting home? Everyone's leaving. Are you OK to drive?"
"Oh, so they are," Mrs. Borman observed, grasping the handles of her daughter's wheel chair. "I'll be fine, dear as soon as I get to the car. I'm just a little woozy. It must be the sun." She abruptly pulled the wheel chair around, with Kathryn grimacing as she was knocked about, the straining harness that held her in place.
"Would you like to walk us to the car?" Kathryn asked, nodding hopefully.
"Please?"
"Sure. Happy to."
The parking lot was only a little way but Mrs. Borman's steps were unsteady and I was concerned for the pair's safety if she tried to drive. As we reached the Volvo station wagon, Mrs. Borman fumbled in her large bag for the keys.
"Must be in here somewhere," she muttered. "Here, Mr. Johnston," she said, handing me her bag, "Would you mind? I do feel a little woozy."
"Not at all. The keys were easy to find and I returned the bag. I opened the car doors and Mrs. Borman, much to my relief and Kathryn's too, seated herself in the front passenger seat.
"Can I help you in?" I asked Kathryn. She nodded for me to come closer.
"Mom's really out of it. I'm very sorry."
"It's OK," I said. "Glad I was here to help."
"I'm pretty heavy, I guess, with my prosthetics and everything, but I'll tell you what to do."
"Prosthetics?"
"Yes. My arms and legs. They're all artificial. Ready to start?"
My heart was pounding. I had supposed that she was paralyzed or something. Artificial arms... and legs!
"Sure. What first?" I asked.
"Get me right next to the car, OK? Along side, just behind the door."
Mrs. Borman had already dozed off as I maneuvered the chair into position.
"OK, now undo the safety harness," she said.
I reached down beside her and found the clasp. My arm brushed her bosom in the process and I realized that while her limbs might be artificial there was nothing make-believe about her very sizable chest.
"Now, then," she said, a smile on her lips, "Mother usually takes me apart to lift me, but you might be strong enough to lift the whole package."
"Takes you apart?"
"Right. She lifts me out of the legs and puts them in separately. What do you think? All in one piece?"
"It's going to be pretty clumsy, but I can try," I said. "Do your legs fold up?"
She laughed a delightful musical laugh. "No, not really. There's a little button on the side of the knee that unlocks them, but they only go back a little bit more. Why?"
"Just trying to figure this out. Maybe it would be better to move you in two parts."
"Actually, if you don't mind, I'm more comfortable that way anyhow."
"You're more comfortable?"
"Yes. Prosthetics may look pretty, but comfort isn't one of their strong points."
I nodded. "What do I do?"
"You'll have to pull my blouse up." She saw my reaction and laughed again. "Not all the way, please, just around my waist, so you can undo the belt that holds me into the bucket."
I did what she asked. Her body, at least at waist level, was trim and firm.
I unfastened the broad strap.
"Now help me put my arms over your shoulders, OK?"
I nodded again and lifted the cover from her lap, revealing plastic hands with painted nails. They looked like the plaster hands we have on the glove counter at the store. I lifted both of the artificial arms and leaned forward, slipping them over my shoulders and holding her at the waist. Her face was next to mine and she smelled delicious.
"Now," she said softly into my ear, "lift me over onto the back seat."
I leaned back, lifting her body clear of the device that wore her slacks and shoes and settled her on the leather car seat. As I lowered her arms I could now see that she had no trace of legs. In fact, hardly any hips. Her body simply tapered to a prominent mons and what in grade school the girls referred to as their private parts. Tiny white panties with pink hearts had twisted to one side, caught in the bare pink cleft below.
"Perfect," she smiled. "You can put the legs over there, she said, nodding at the seat beside her. "Oh, and would you straighten my panties? They always do that and it's kind of uncomfortable."
I found no words to say and simply did my best to rearrange the offending little bit of fabric hoping that she didn't notice how much my hands were shaking. She watched me intently.
"I'm sorry about Mother. She usually does all this for me. I really appreciate your kindness." Their home was only a short distance away, so I thought to leave my car at the lot and walk back for it later.
As we drove, Kathryn asked about the store and about what my other interests were. We chatted amiably. I was still trying to understand the innocence and obvious trust of the young lady in back. No other girl I had
ever met would have revealed herself the way she did. It was a trust I would have to be careful to uphold.
"You OK back there?" I asked.
"Fine, thank you," she replied. "Are you sure this isn't an imposition?"
"Not at all. I was looking for a way to meet you anyhow. I'd seen you different times at the holiday get togethers at your home but you always disappeared before I got a chance to introduce myself."
"I'm not very comfortable around people," she said softly. "I'm so different that most people just stare at me and that makes me feel even worse."
"I'll try to get you home as soon as possible," I said.
"No, that's OK," she said quickly. I've been looking forward to meeting you too. Daddy never let boys come see me at home and Mother hasn't been very encouraging either. I'm afraid I don't know much about boys except what I see on TV. I was hoping... "
Her voice trailed off.
"What?"
"Daddy really liked you and Mother trusts you completely. I was just thinking that you might be able to help me understand some things about boys. I've never really gotten to know one, except Daddy, and that doesn't
count."
"I'll be happy to help."
As we pulled into the gravel driveway Kathryn explained about the garage door opener on the visor and we parked next to a vintage Cadillac.
"That was my grandfather's car," Kathryn explained. "Daddy used to drive it sometimes."
As she spoke the last words her voice trailed off.
"You OK?" I asked.
"Yes. I miss him, that's all."
I got out and opened the door for Mrs. Borman who had regained her composure if not her complete consciousness.
"Thank you, dear," she said in her most gracious tones, "This nice Mr. Johnston's brought us all the way home, Katty. Wasn't that good of him?"
"Yes, Mother," she replied. "Very nice. Do you feel... better now?"
Yes, dear, much better," she said getting out of the car and straightening her dress.
"I put the wheelchair in the trunk," I said, "Shall I get it out?"
Kathryn spoke quickly, before her mother could respond. "If you don't mind, could you just carry me up to my room? It's been a long hot day and I need to get these arms off."
"Katty, dear, don't impose on the nice lad," Mrs. Borman found her tongue, "I'm sure he must have other things to do this evening."
Kathryn looked at me. "It will take less time than getting me back together and into the wheelchair, Mother."
"I'll be happy to give you a lift," I said and she smiled.
"This is awfully kind of you, Mr. Johnston," said Mrs. Borman, opening the door to the house. "The stairs are through the kitchen, dining room and on the left."
I leaned in to the back seat, put Kathryn's arms over my shoulders and paused.
"Put one hand under me, OK?" she said.
Sliding one hand under her resulted in her panties sliding to one side. My hand was under the very attractive young lady's quite bare little bottom.
"You have nice, strong hands," she whispered in my ear as I lifted her from the station wagon.
"What about your legs?"
"I won't need them tonight. The maid will bring them up in the morning."
"In the morning?"
"Yes. She gets supper ready and leaves. She's gone now, but she can bring them in the morning."
As I carried Kathryn through the kitchen and dining room I could feel her moving her bottom. "Am I holding you correctly?" I inquired.
"More in front, if you can... There, that's perfect," she murmured. "You know what?"
"What?"
"You're the first boy that's ever been to my room."
We turned the corner and headed up the wide polished stairs. A carpet strip of off-white with delicate blue designs was soft underfoot.
"Don't you get out much?" I asked.
"I don't get out at all," she said quietly. "I had school in my room. They always just brought everything to me. I really never really wanted to go out."
"But you were out today," I said.
"Mother didn't want to leave me alone but she had to go to that company thing. It's really hard for her, putting me all together and dressing me just to take me out. Daddy used to do it whenever we would go out or people
were to come in. I'm getting worried about her."
We reached the top of the stairs. She nodded down the hall. "That way...
first room on the left."
We turned into charming little bedroom. It was pleasant but oddly arranged.
Everything was low to the ground. The bed was practically at floor level as were some bookcases and there was a computer that sat on the floor.
"This is my private island," she said into my ear. "Just me and the maid. Mom hardly ever comes in. Put me on my bed, please."
I lowered her gently onto the soft quilted bed spread.
"And... before you go, could you help me with these arm prosthetics?"
"Sure. What do I do?"
"Take my blouse off and put it in the hamper, first. Then undo the harness and lift the arms off. That would be a big help. Then I'll be all set."
It was the complete innocence that threw me. Just take off her blouse. Like that was something I did everyday. Take off a beautiful girl's blouse.
I undid the buttons of her white cotton blouse and as it opened I saw the heavy harness that was across her back, front and shoulders. The only freedom her upper body had, was enjoyed by her unusually large, perfectly
formed breasts that jutted out unsupported from the openings in the harness.
She saw me staring. "Not a pretty sight, is it?" she asked.
"The harness doesn't look very comfortable," I agreed.
"There's a Velcro thing in front. under my... my breasts... and another one in back. Can you undo those, please?"
May hands were starting to tremble again, so I did the one in back first, then the front. I lifted the harness from her body. She had no arms, that I knew, but now I could see that her collarbones were the only indication of shoulders, breaking an otherwise smooth line from her neck to her rib cage.
She rolled from side to side, her big breasts waving back and forth.
"Thank you so much," she said, "That feels so good."
She saw me looking at her breasts. "What's wrong? Is something wrong with my chest?" She suddenly looked very worried.
"Nothing is wrong, Kathryn. I was just admiring them, that's all."
"You're sure? I do know that boys think boobs are some kind of big deal and
without arms or legs I was hoping boys would think I was, well, think I was OK if at least I had nice boobs. I mean that's about all I have to offer."
Her eyes were wide with a look of deep concern.
"You have very nice breasts, Kathryn. Really you do."
"Are they big enough?" she persisted," Boys like really big breasts, don't they?"
"They're perfect, honest."
She seemed satisfied with my answer and looked at her singularly
outstanding bosom.
"Now, where should I put this harness?" I asked.
She nodded in the direction of a closet door. "There's a hook in there on the right side. You could hang them there."
I found the hook, hung the harness with its plastic arms and hands and closed the door. When I turned around, Kathryn was trying to bite into the little fabric that protected her upper body from the friction of the prostheses.
"Want a hand?"
"Not really," she shot back, laughing. "I don't like the ones I have. You can help me take this off, though, if you would."
I helped her remove the protection and she shook her upper body, her breasts bouncing joyfully.
"Thank you," she said, lifting her face from the quilt. "That feels so much better."
"Do you want me to pull the covers over you?"
"No. I'm plenty warm, thanks. I get overheated so easily because I don't have as much skin area to cool me. That's what the doctor said. That's one of the reasons why I 'm so miserable when I'm all harnessed up."
"There are other reasons, too?"
"Lots of them." She wriggled around on the bed facing me. See, this is me. This is who I am, better or worse, this is the real package. All that other stuff is just to make Mother feel better. She knows it's not her fault but she still feels guilty for bringing a more or less helpless living torso into the world. I let her dress me up for the times when I have to meet people, but it's all phony baloney."
She wriggled around again, bending and twisting her little body until she had turned herself over onto her back. In the process the little white panties with the pink hearts had finally fallen completely off and the perfect limbless and very sexy looking Kathryn Borman lay before me.
"See? That's one of the other things. I can't move at all when I'm strapped into those prosthetics. It's like being in prison. I can't do much, but at
least I'm free this way."
She tensed her pectoral muscles and her breasts responded, nearly pointing to the ceiling, then relaxing to each side.
"Much better, she said. "Thanks again."
The house was quiet.
"Will you be all right?" I asked.
"Oh sure. Mom will go to bed and sleep it off and the maid will come in the morning and prepare me for the day. Wash me, feed me and... oh, one last thing before you go... I have to tinkle."
"Tinkle?"
"Yes. Mother gave me a lot of lemonade and stuff at the outing today and I don't think I'll make it through the night. The bathroom's just across the hall. Could you carry me in there, please?"
I tipped her warm body up into a sitting, or standing position on the bed.
"I really appreciate this," she said. "I often wish I could walk like other people do, or even stand up by myself. I try to walk. I do. Since my chest developed I can keep my balance on my... my down below place a little while. I can hold my boobies out to the side, sort of. Sometimes I pretend I have toes, right? Then tiptoe on my 'down below', but then I just topple over. When I was little I could kind of hop along on my 'down below', but
even then I'd flop down after three or four hops. I really have to depend on people to help me. Thank you so much." She arched her back. With their pink nipples poking out, her big, perfect breasts reached out to me.
I put an arm around her waist and slipped the other under her narrow bottom.
"This OK?" I asked.
"Perfect," she purred. "I like the way you hold me." She tipped her pelvis forward into my upturned palm. "It's different than when Mother or the maid holds me."
My heart had invented a new kind of calisthenics. I lifted her from her bed and carried her the few steps to the bathroom.
The decorations were elegant and yet simple. I placed Kathryn on a small chair beside the washstand and opened the lid of the toilet. She was watching me intently.
"This is such fun," she chirped. "You do things all different than Mother or the maid. "You know what?"
"What?"
"Would you like to help me do something new?"
"I guess so. What?"
"I've always wanted to tinkle facing forward. I saw this site on the web where it said it was OK to do that and... well, with Mother or the maid it never seemed like I should. Like it was unladylike or something. Boys go
facing forward, don't they?"
"Usually."
"But you have a thingy that sticks out, right? I saw that on the web, too. I've never seen one though. Not a real one."
I held Kathryn on the seat facing the bowl. She rocked a little from side to side, adjusting her position and then proceeded to empty her bladder.
"All done!" she chirped. "You can wipe me now. That was fun."
As I pulled a few sheets from the roll I asked, "Any special way to do this?"
"No. Just dry me. Haven't you ever done this before?"
"No. Not for someone else. Shouldn't be hard though. Might be different if you had a lot of hair." I began to pat her dry. "Just the outside, right?"
"The outside and just a little inside. What did you mean about 'a lot of hair'?"
"Nothing. A lot of women shave."
"They do? I thought... Oh, never mind."
"What?"
"Oh, I thought I was different... that way too. When fuzz started growing around my peepee I thought it was because I'd been playing with it all the time. It scared me. I stopped playing with it for a while but the hairs
kept growing anyhow. I think it's really ugly so I have the maid shave me every other day." I lifted her from the seat, turned the flush handle and headed back to her bedroom. As we walked I could feel a little movement in her 'down below'. It felt like she was trying to squeeze my hand.
"Sometime, when you come back, would you show me your peepee?" she asked as settled her back on her bed. "Does it really do tricks?"
"Does it what?" I asked.
"Do tricks. I read in this romance novel that a man's thingy can do wonderful tricks."
"That depends on what you mean by 'tricks'," I answered, trying my best to think of some kind of answer and still maintain a some little bit of decorum.
"I mean does it stand up and get big and can you make it do things? I can't make mine do very much at all. I really try, too. No arms, no legs and my peepee doesn't want to help. I get so depressed sometimes."
I was close to losing what little control I had, so I decided to make a strategic retreat and return another day.
"Kathryn, I think I'd better be going. will you be OK? We can talk more next time."
"You can call me 'Katty', if you want," she said, leaning against the pillows of her bed. I started for the door and turned back to wave.
"Bye bye," I said.
"Bye," she said and if my eyes weren't deceiving me, her big, perfect right breast lifted a bit, bounced and relaxed. "Bye bye," she said with an impish grin.
I called Mrs. Borman the following Monday to make sure everything had gone well.
"Oh, yes indeed, Mr. Johnston," she replied, "and thank you so very much for seeing us safely home. That was very generous of you. Oh, and I must tell you that our little girl has taken quite a liking to you. I hope you
don't mind."
"Not at all," I replied, quite honestly, "She's quite a young lady."
"Yes, I suppose she is getting to be a young lady. Time does fly. Now Ken, may I call you Ken?"
"Of course."
"Ken, I would appreciate it if you didn't mention to anyone that we needed your help getting home... You didn't say anything to anyone did you?"
"No ma'am, I didn't. If anyone asks, I'll simply remind them how hot it was that day and that should be enough."
"Very good. Now then I seem to recall asking you to come by sometime this week. Aside from refreshments, I need to ask you some things about our stores... I'll be needing a little more assistance now that Lawrence is
gone and I was thinking you could help. We could talk about it in private, don't you understand?"
"Yes, Mrs. Borman, I do understand. I'll be happy to be of whatever help I can."
Thursday afternoon I left my store in the hands of Randy, the shift manager and drove over to the Borman residence. The woodwork around the fieldstone building had been freshly painted. I rang the bell.
The maid, a woman of perhaps forty years, dark hair, neat starched uniform answered the door.
"Come in," she announced and held the door open. "Mrs. Borman is waiting in the den. This way, please."
The den was just to the left, across from the main staircase. "Oh there you are, Ken. Do come in."
The den was a small, comfortable room lined with books and hung with a few portraits of the family. Lawrence beamed at us from his position over a fireplace set with summer flowers. The painting of Mrs. Borman was to one side and the young face of Kathryn stared wistfully from the other. A bar with a few well-chosen spirits was at the far wall, sparkling with cut crystal.
"I did promise a 'little something', didn't I? I'm having my usual.
Miranda," she said, addressing the maid, "fix a 'little something' for Mr. Johnston."
With my 'little something' in hand, we sat and exchanged pleasantries.
"One thing that I wanted to ask you about is the amount of loss we've experienced in goods that disappear from the floor. Theft, shoplifting... whatever it is. Do you have any suggestions? I know it exists everywhere,
but in the main store downtown things seem to evaporate overnight and apparently the night watchman can't seem to find the problem... "
We had chatted for some time about the problem when noise behind me caused me to turn around. There, on her back, slowly working her way down the stairs was the half-clad figure of Kathryn Borman, her unrestrained bosom flailing back and forth as she wriggled her way down the steps.
"Hi," she chirped, as she saw me turn around. "Mother said you were coming over this evening. Hello, Mother. Am I too early?"
"Not at all, Dear," said her mother. "We were just finishing up." Mrs. Borman fixed herself another 'little something', or rather a substantial sized 'something' from the bar as Kathryn reached the bottom step and righted herself, leaning against the newel post.
"See? Without all that hardware on me I can get around pretty well."
Mrs. Borman nodded. "Lawrence and I thought about getting her a powered wheelchair, but then we'd have to get a van and an elevator and... "
"And then Daddy would have had to admit to everyone that you and he had a handicapped child, wouldn't you?" Kathryn interrupted.
"Fix your top, Dear," said her mother. "You're a big girl now. Mr. Johnston doesn't need to have your bare bosom staring him in the face."
"Yes, Mother."
Kathryn craned her neck and took into her lips a bit of the Chinese silk square that was around her neck and hung at her side. With a toss of her head, the fabric draped itself over her front. Or rather over half of her front. Her right breast remained defiantly uncovered, poised like a rocket ready for flight. Kathryn considered the results of her effort and nodded her head, more in acceptance than resignation. Her tapered hips were
clothed in a kind of black denim bag, with orange stitching defining the pockets and seams.
"Come here, Katty," her mother said, gesturing to her daughter, "Let me fix that."
Kathryn shifted her weight away from the post., her bosom swaying mightily. Suddenly she squeaked: "Oooh, Phooey!" and toppled over on her front.
"Ouch!"
"Help her, Mr. Johnston, would you please?"
"Certainly, Mrs. Borman. Are you all right, Kathryn?"
"Yes." She rocked from side to side, moving her squashed breasts from beneath her. "I tripped over these dumb shorts. I'm sorry. Mother can't I... "
No dear," her mother anticipated. Not while we have company."
"Kathryn's expression darkened.
"Mr. Johnston, could you put our daughter in that chair over here, please?"
I lifted The pouting girl and placed her in an elegant brocaded chair near her mother.
"Kathryn really should start wearing some kind of support," her mother said to me, as if her daughter wasn't right beside her. She pulled at the silk square and arranged it across her daughter's chest. "I don't know how she got so big. Must come from her father's side."
Kathryn stared blankly out the window at the setting sun.
"There, now, dear, That's better. Do you want something to drink? Dinner won't be for another twenty minutes."
Mrs. Borman turned to me. "Katty celebrated her twenty-first birthday last month, didn't you dear?"
Kathryn nodded. "I'd like that drink you made for me at the party, Mother, if you can."
Her mother got up from her wing chair and went to the bar.
"You'll have to hold it for me, though," Kathryn continued, "since I'm all covered up."
I raised an eyebrow. Kathryn looked at me, nodded at her mother and shook her head.
Her mother didn't turn around but shook her head and refilled her own glass. "Top you up, Ken?" she asked, over her shoulder. I nodded.
Mrs. Borman handed me my drink and returned to her chair with her drink and the one she had prepared for Kathryn. She held the glass to her daughter's lips.
"I suppose some explanation is in order," Mrs. Borman began. "Ever since Katty was a baby, Lawrence and I have tried to let her do as much as she possibly could. It was our thought that since she came into the world with... limitations, that we would give her every opportunity to develop whatever abilities she could."
Kathryn took another sip from the glass in her mother's hand.
"That was another reason I didn't want a powered chair," she said. "I really like doing things on my own."
"She learned to move about, as you can see," Mrs. Borman continued, "As a youngster she used to roll about, but since she's become a woman, I don't see her do that much any more."
Kathryn shook her head. "That's one of the down sides to having big boo...a big chest," she said. "I can't roll like that any more but I used to really zoom around, didn't I, Mother?"
"You did, indeed, Katty but as she's grown she's developed a number of other skills."
Mrs. Borman sipped from her drink.
"Now, I must explain some things. Ken, you're a valued member of the store family team and I know that Lawrence trusted you implicitly, both in business and on a personal level. In future days I'm going to rely on you
heavily and consequently you will be spending a good amount of time with Kathryn and me here at the house. As the youngest member of the family,
Kathryn stands to inherit the company at some future date and since she seems to get along with you, I expect that you would be the person on whom she can rely for whatever support she requires."
Mrs. Borman looked deeply into my eyes. "Are you comfortable with that arrangement?" she asked, a hint of steel in her voice.
"I am."
"Good. Now then, if we are to go along that route, you will have to work closely with Katty as well as with me. Therefore I must make sure that you know some things about our daughter."
Kathryn shifted her weight and stared at the floor.
"I must tell you," Mrs. Borman continued, "that our daughter has learned to use the body that fate has cruelly given to her in ways that are, well, how should I say? Unconventional, I guess, is a good way to put it."
I nodded.
"Oh, Mother you make me sound so weird!" Kathryn interrupted.
"I'm sorry, dear, I didn't mean it that way I just want Mr. Johnston to understand, that's all."
Kathryn adjusted her position and stared at the floor again.
"Dinner's ready, Ma'am," came the voice of Miranda from the doorway.
Mrs. Borman rose and started to pick up her daughter.
"Katty, honey, you're getting so big, maybe Mr. Johnston could carry you in."
"I'd be happy to," I said and carried Kathryn into the formal dining room and placed her in the seat indicated by her mother.
"You sit right here," said Mrs. Borman, indicating a place between her and her daughter.
I seated myself and turned to Kathryn. I noticed that her place had no silverware and that the goblet was on her right, set close to the edge of the table. As I watched, she shook the silk covering from her chest and without ceremony splayed her breasts onto the table at each side of her plate.
"Katty, I thought we agreed... "Mrs. Borman began.
"Mother, you know I can't get to the far side of my plate with my hands in my lap."
"Dear... "
"I mean I'll do it, but someone will have to feed me."
Kathryn leaned back in her chair and lowered her bosom below the table, leaving her bent over and clearly uncomfortable.
"Mother, please?"
"I really don't mind, Mrs. Borman, I said. "Whatever works for Kathryn is certainly no problem for me."
Her mother looked at her daughter with a stony expression, but nodded and reached for her napkin.
Kathryn resumed her earlier position and with her teeth delicately draped her napkin over her right breast.
"Did I hear you right? You did say 'hands', didn't you?" I asked her.
"Yeah. My little joke. Sorry."
The entr閟 were placed before us with a salad plate as well. Kathryn's was close to her on the left side.
Her mother ate in silence for a minute or two, then looked up at me. She spoke: "When Katty's chest began to develop, she was just so determined that she was growing hands" Then Mrs. Borman laughed, although obviously with some embarrassment. "Wasn't that funny?".
"But with only one stubby finger on each hand," Kathryn chuckled. "Pretty funny, eh?"
"It must have been disappointing when things didn't turn out that way," I suggested.
"Yeah, a little. They're really not fingers but sometimes I can make them stick out real far and... "
"Katty!" her mother interrupted.
"Sorry, Mother."
Dinner progressed smoothly, with conversation centered on the problems at the stores and how we were going to work together to solve them. Kathryn bent over her plate and nibbled gracefully from one item and another. She touched her mouth to the linen napkin from time to time.
At one point as I looked over to her, I realized that she was looking at me with that wonderful impish grin I had seen before.
I said nothing, but raised an eyebrow. She kept smiling and nodded at the tip of her breast that peeked out from under the napkin. Her right nipple had become greatly extended and was now fully, marvelously erect.
"See? My finger!" she whispered.
And she returned to her dinner.
"Ken, next week," said Mrs. Borman looking up from her plate, let's all get together again and see if we can plan some specific things. Would that work out for you?"
"Certainly, Mrs. Borman."
"Good. Now, I have to do some work in my study. Would you be good enough to see Katty upstairs? Are you finished, dear?"
"Yes, Mother. I actually can get up the stairs by myself," she said, looking up at me with those twinkling blue-green eyes, "but it's exhausting and takes forever. On a full tummy, maybe It would be better if I was carried. Do you mind?"
"Happy to oblige," I said picking her up. We started up the staircase. "How do you get up the stairs by yourself?"
"You smell good," she said. "Oh, up the stairs? Just the same way I get around the house. On my tummy, sort of like a caterpillar. Top parts first,
and then scooch up my bottom and push up and so forth. The carpet on the stairs is comfortable for my chest but it's slippery. I can do it better without clothes on. I can get a better grip."
We reached the top of the stairs and turned down the hall toward her room.
"Mother still has a hard time understanding that clothing is such an inconvenience for me. She always puts clothes on me whether I like it or not... "
"Kathryn?" I asked as we reached her room.
"Call me Katty, OK?"
"Sure." I put her down next to her bed.
"Help me with this silk thing, please. Put it over on my dresser, OK?"
As I folded the square I asked: "Katty, Are you comfortable with this business of inheriting the company?"
When I turned back, she was looking at her chest.
"Not hands, not fingers," she said quietly, half to herself, half aloud.
"I beg your pardon?"
She looked at me with reddened eyes. "I don't have legs, I don't have arms. I can't do things like other people. And I don't have hands or fingers,
just big stupid boobs with irresponsible nipples that go soft when I need them most. I'm sorry, Ken, I'm such a joke, really. How can I ever, ever become responsible for Daddy's business?"
"Your mother is managing pretty well, I guess, but it seems like that's what's going to happen and it will be a huge responsibility."
"It's really ironic, isn't it? Mother needing me? I'll need a lot of support," she said simply. "It's just that I really am so bleeping' helpless. I should be at the stores, learning about merchandising and how
product moves... all that stuff. I can't, though. I really can't. I've got a degree in economics and business management from home study, but what good does it do me. I might as well be on a desert island. Then, when she puts all my prosthetics on me and parades me around I feel even more useless. I might as well be a stupid store dummy. All dressed up and just totally useless. People stare at me and then look away like I don't exist.
Not only that, but with Mother's drinking so much these days, I'm getting really worried. "
"Katty, I've got a very odd idea."
"Yes?"
"It's about the thefts at the store."
"Tell me about it," she said, rocking back and forth and wriggling around on the plaited rug next to her bed.
"Um... are you OK?"
"Sure. Just want to get out of these shorts. Now, what is your idea?"
"How's your night vision?"
"My what?"
"Night vision. How well do you see at night?"
"Actually it's very good, I think. A lot better than Mother's or Daddy's. Why?"
"Just a nutty idea. You know those mannequins in the stores? The ones that model blouses and things?"
"I guess so," she said, and began to wriggle on her tummy toward the closet. nudging her discarded 'shorts' before her as she went.
"Wait a minute," she said and with some curious contortions, turned over onto her back.
"Since my boobs got so big I do better with a back stroke," she said, and began to wriggle on her back, her breasts arcing back and forth over her chest, pushing herself along with her narrow bottom.
"Now, what were you saying?"
"Some of them are pretty artsy and some of them are very life-like," I said.
"And?" she said, opening the closet door with her chin.
"How would you like to go into the spy business?"
She wriggled around to face me. "You mean at the store? At night?"
"Exactly. After the store closes and they turn off all the lights, you could replace one of the mannequins and see what's going down!"
"Oh, boy. I'll have to think about that one. You mean put me up on one of those pedestals all night and then... what happens in the morning?"
"I'll come and get you before anybody arrives."
"What about the cleaning crew?"
"You can hold still while they're there. They only do the floors and it takes about twenty minutes."
"But stuck up on a pole all night long? I don't know."
"Actually, the store's only dark for about five hours after the stock people are finished and I'll hang around to watch them and when they're done I'll set you up. What do you think?"
"Well, I like the idea of doing anything to be a part of the store operation, but it still sounds a little iffy." She nudged the 'shorts' into the closet and pushed the door shut with her forehead.
"Think about it," I suggested and started to leave.
"Ken?" she asked as she started back toward her bed.
"Yes?"
"You really want to help me?"
"Yes."
"I'm glad. Mom trusts you and I know Daddy did. I like you too. You treat me like a complete person."
"You are complete. Everyone's different. There's less of you than most people, but you are who you are and as far as I'm concerned, very complete. Very attractive, too."
She nodded. "Thank you. But I really know so little about... things. I mean I watch TV and I see stuff on the web but I still feel pretty out of it."
"I'll do whatever I can to help."
Her eyes began to twinkle and she smiled in that impish way I'd seen before. "I want to know some more about boys... Men."
"Like what?"
"Like... like about their thingies. Show me yours, OK?"
"Katty," I hardly knew what to say.
"What about your mother?" I finally blurted.
"She's not a boy," she laughed. "She has a peepee like mine except she doesn't shave it. I want to see a real boy thingy and I never have."
"No, I mean wouldn't she object?"
"I'll bet she's zonked. Go look."
A quick trip down the hall found Mrs. Borman blissfully slumbering on her bed, a half full glass on the bedside table.
When I came back into Kathryn's room she had moved to the little computer that sat near the windows.
"Wait a minute," she said. In a few seconds the screen filled and as I watched Kathryn took a short stick in her mouth and poked at the keys. Her server appeared and shortly a web site requiring adult check. She typed a
few strokes and a page appeared with very explicit pictures of male and female genitals in various stages of activity.
"See?" she said around the mouth stick. "They make such a big deal about this, it must be worth knowing. "See that girl's peepee?" she said, "It's wide open and you can see all the little stuff inside. That's really hard to do. Maybe it's because she has legs. Anyway, Since boys seem to like that, I've figured out how to do it. It's not easy, though. I usually have to rub mine on something. Sometimes for a long time. Then after it does open, it doesn't want to close again. It's weird. Maybe it's paralyzed or something. It would be nice if it wasn't. Maybe I could even do stuff with it. I can't though. Not much, anyhow. When I try to do stuff with it, I get all shaky and sweaty and it gets gooey and just acts silly. Is that normal?
Should I see a doctor?"
"No, Katty," I allowed, walking a verbal tightrope, "that's very normal.
Most people think it feels good. It's part of the mating process."
"Yeah, it really does feel good. It's wonderful. So that's OK? You're sure?"
"Yes indeed."
"I'm glad. I can't do much else so I spend a lot of time doing that. I really enjoy it. When I'm at the computer or reading, I do that all the time. Once in a while when I try to use my peepee to actually do stuff, all I do is end up huffing and puffing and smiling' like crazy. Yippee!" she chortled, bouncing her chest up and down, "At least I'm normal in one way!"
She turned back to the screen.
"Now look at this boy here," she said, aiming one of her outstanding breasts with its prominent nipple at the screen, "See? His thingy is so big, and it's standing up. I mean when I see men everyday on TV their pants don't stick out in front. How does he do that?"
I glanced down to see if an answer was already forthcoming. It was.
"It's not always controllable," I said, "but when a boy finds someone very attractive, it sometimes happens all by itself." I was only hoping that Mrs. Borman wasn't going to wake up and come in to wish her daughter good
night. I looked around. Kathryn must have sensed my concern.
"Mother's out like a light," she said. "She won't wake up until morning.
Come, on, show and tell, show and tell!" She was bouncing up and down on her bed like a little kid. A little kid with an astonishing 21 year old figure.
"You mean you want to see mine? Now?" I fumbled around.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she chirped, "And make it stand up and do tricks!"
"Well, I can't guarantee too many tricks. Young Peter sort of has a mind of his own that way."
"Peter? That's his name? Oh, I like that." she said. "Hang up your clothes and bring Peter back to meet me.
I took off my shirt, trousers and was removing my underwear when I saw Kathryn work her way over to her bed and arching her back and pushing, managed to get onto it.
"Oh, this is such FUN! she exclaimed. "Hurry up. Victoria wants to see Peter up close and personal."
"Victoria?"
"Well, Yes. If Peter has a name, she should have one, too, right?"
"Fair enough." Peter, by this time was wide awake and ready to be introduced.
"Oooh, he's cute!" Kathryn, breathed, her blue-green eyes sparkling. "Stand me up, I want to touch him."
I helped her to an upright position and held her over near the edge of her bed. She tensed her right pectoral muscle, lifting her right breast slightly. She touched the tip of my very erect penis with her now equally erect nipple.
"Why doesn't it hold still?" she asked as she tried to match the throbbing of my member with her breast.
"It goes along with my heartbeat."
She moved closer and began to stroke it. "Cool."
I bit my lip to keep from losing my load on the spot.
"Peter is really cute. I'll bet he and Victoria would really get along together. What do you think?"
"Probably, but they should be properly introduced, don't you think?"
"Oh, yes. Poor dear, she's all buried face down in the quilt and can't see what a handsome fellow he is."
I released my hold and she toppled over backward on her bed.
"Look up, dear," she said to the pink folds at the base of her pelvis.
"Poor thing, I think she's pouting. Pat her on the cheek. Maybe she'll feel better."
I touched the clean shaven area. Beneath my fingertips I could feel a light muscular trembling. I stroked the pouting Miss Victoria gently, then a bit more firmly.
"More. Do it more. Can you be nice to my boobies too, please, Oh, yes, like that. Yummy!"
She began to rock from side to side in the bed, her eyes closed, her big breasts rolling back and forth. Slowly the pouting lips parted, revealing a lightly hooded clitoris that was throbbing in rhythm with my own tense
member.
"She likes you," Kathryn said, looking up at me. "I'm so glad. Tell Peter to be nice, now. It's her first time!"
An hour later, we lay side by side on her low bed.
"Victoria is very happy," Katty murmured and pushing herself closer, kissed me very tenderly on the cheek. "Thank you." "Hello?" I said into the mouthpiece of my office phone. Some fumbling sounds and then: "Hello? Mr. Johnston's office?" It was Katty's voice.
"Katty? Hi, It's me."
More fumbling a clunk and then from a distance: "Hang on. I dropped you. Damn!"
I waited.
"There," she said into the mouthpiece. "Got it. Ken? would you believe I've actually poked up your number all by myself and I'm really using the phone?"
"Great," I said. "Sometime you've got to show me how you did it."
"Mother's gone off to a meeting somewhere. The hard part was reaching up onto the kitchen counter. Had to stand on tip-toe, so to speak, then grab the cord in my teeth. At the moment the phone and yours truly are on the kitchen floor. Anyhow, we never finished talking about your scheme to see who's stealing the stuff from the stores!"
"That's true. Peter and Victoria took over the conversation, didn't they?"
"Right. I think Victoria's in love. Can that happen? Can a... a... Oh, never mind. Anyhow, when can we get together again? I'd like to try your idea if you really think it would work."
Tuesday evening I was back at the Borman household.
"Katty's up in her room," Mrs. Borman said. "She's expecting you. She said you have some secret plan to see where the missing product is going. Is that right?"
"It's just a thought, Mrs. Borman, but it could work."
"And she said it involved her?"
I chose not to reveal the plan to Mrs. Borman. She might just tell someone else.
"Katty?"
"Come on in, Ken."
Katty was on the floor, leafing through some of our store catalogs with her tongue.
"What department are we going to spy on?" she asked.
"Sporting goods is really the only really serious one," I said. There's a sportswear section right across where you could get a good view. You want to try it?"
"Sure. Why not? Maybe I can do something useful. How can we get me set up without everyone knowing about it?"
I had worked out some of the details. We would arrive after the store was closed and dark, but before the cleaning crew. I would explain that I was bringing in a 'test display'. In a hand truck covered with store wraps, I would bring in the display (Katty). I would relock the doors and set the alarm once we were inside.
"So far, so good, Katty," I whispered as I stopped the hand truck at the end of the aisle.
"Good. Get me out of this stuff."
I unwrapped Katty. She was now dressed in an armless, tailored red cotton blouse and a short, yellow, pleated skirt. Some makeup made her complexion flat and artificial. For the first time in her life she wore bright red lipstick.
"How are the shades?"
"Better than I thought," she said. "I can see in the dark pretty well."
"Ready?"
"I guess so. Good thing you reminded me to tinkle."
Using her leg prosthetics as a model, I had fashioned a holder to fit Katty's little bottom on a typical mannequin support and added a backrest.
I tipped her up and set her in the holder.
"OK?"
"Not bad. I think I can be OK for a few hours in this." She shook her body. "Now what?"
"Up we go."
I lifted Katty in the rig onto the top of a display case near the aisle.
Other than the fact that normal store mannequins don't have the remarkably prominent bosom that blessed Katty's young torso, she looked very 'un-lifelike'.
"This top is too tight," she said, looking down. "I'm squished. If we do this again, get me one with more room in front, OK? Better yet if we do this again, dress me like that one over there."
She nodded at a torso mannequin draped only with a diaphanous bit of nylon.
"I'll work on it," I smiled.
"OK?" I asked. She nodded.
"See you later."
"You're kidding!" I exclaimed four hours later.
"Dead serious!" Katty said, wriggling into the corner of the booth. Get me something to eat and I'll tell you the whole story."
I went to the counter of the all night diner, got two trays and filled them.
"OK, so can I get to get out of this top or will you feed me?" she asked.
"I'll feed you. Somebody might come in."
"It's really stupid, you know?" she said, wriggling her torso against the table top, "About women having to cover up our boobs in public. What do they think we're going to do with them?"
"I'll feed you. Ready for juice?"
Katty nodded. I held the glass for her.
"Well, anyhow, here's what I saw. About an hour after you left, this man in a store uniform comes in with a little flashlight and handcart, locks the door behind himself and heads for the sporting goods section."
"Mr. Flanagan?"
"Right. The night watchman. Anyhow, he comes in, looks around and takes some stuff from under the counter and some more from the displays, puts it in the handcart and leaves."
"But he's been with the store for years. When these thefts started I had him checked out. I mean he has the keys, the combination to the alarm and he could easily be the culprit, but he's been here since your Dad was first running the company, had a spotless record and the shoplifting only started about a month ago. You're sure that's who you saw?"
"Right. He's been out to the house at holiday times. That's who it was."
We finished our early morning breakfast and I carried Katty out to the car.
She snuggled against my chest.
"Hold me," she said. "Just hold me a little. I've never been all alone,
standing up like that before and I got really spooked. When I'm alone I've always been lying down so I could do things with my mouth, or scratch my nose on the pillow, or things like that. And somebody's always been nearby to do things for me. Propped up like that, and all alone, a fly came and sat on my cheek and I couldn't do anything about it. I realized that I was so totally helpless. For a while I got really frightened. Hold me, OK?"
I held her close.
"So now what?" she asked, after a bit.
"Let's get you home and think about this."
Back in Katty's bedroom I helped her out of confines of the sportswear top and skirt. She joyfully shook her chest, sending her breasts into a cascade of movement.
"Feel better, girls?" she asked her bosom, and laughed. "Take me in to tinkle, would you?"
I carried her into the bathroom and held her while she used the toilet. "I should poo, too. Would you help me?"
I had now assisted Kathryn Borman to perform every physical function known to mankind. Nevertheless, there was still something mysterious and wonderful about her. I wanted to be with her all the time.
"You know what we could do?" she said as I put her on her bed.
"Does it involve Victoria and Peter?"
She giggled a little girl giggle. "Oh yes indeed, that too! But what I
meant was about Mr. Flanagan." She looked at me with a sparkle in her blue- green eyes.
"Could you rig up a remote control for the store lights?"
I thought for a moment.
"I suppose that could be done. Why?"
"I want to try something. I'll have to work out the details. That's for tomorrow. But now, we have some time before morning, go get undressed. Victoria is just desperately hungry for your cute friend, Peter."
Katty chortled a little tune to herself as I undressed.
"Do you like old movies?" she asked.
"I guess so, sure. Why?"
"Well, I saw one where Lord Somebody-or-other was this really elegant guy
and he would kiss a lady's hand."
"Yes?"
"I was just wondering what it would be like." She looked at her chest. Even lying on her back, her breasts stood up, firm and beautiful.
"I wish I had hands. I don't. I just have these big things." She managed to move one breast in a little circle, then the other.
"I pretend sometimes and I can even do some things with them but I know they're not really hands."
"They are as beautiful as any elegant lady's perfect hands," I said, bowing low.
"But they only have one finger... "
"Each one a perfection all its own."
"Except when they get all soft and useless."
That wasn't the case just then. Each nipple was standing up, even more
erect than I had ever seen, reaching out to me. I kissed one, tenderly, then the other, cupping in my hand the marvelous white breast on which it
was mounted. A little shiver went through Katty's body. She lay still with her eyes closed.
"Maybe it's OK," she said softly, her eyes still closed.
"What?"
"Maybe it's OK that I don't have arms or legs." She opened those beautiful eyes and looked at me. "Do you like me?" She asked in a quiet but serious voice.
"Very much," I answered honestly. "I think you're wonderful."
"Wonderful?"
"You're beautiful, smart, funny and cute, bright and clever and I love every inch of you."
"I want to hug you," she said with a smile, "lie down and get me on top of you, OK?"
I did what she asked and with her big breasts spread to the sides of my chest, she peppered my face with kisses. Tipping her pelvis forward she began to massage my manhood until I thought it would burst.
"Maybe if I had arms and legs, I could do this better," she said.
"I can't think of even one improvement.
"Time for Victoria and Peter," she said.
About an hour later, with the first rays of the morning sun beginning to dance across Katty's bedroom, I was getting dressed. "I'd better get going before your Mother wakes up or the maid comes," I said.
"I suppose. It'll save a lot of explaining. Ken?"
"Yes?"
"I feel much better, you know? I mean I actually feel like I can be a useful part of the Company."
"Good. What's your plan that requires a remote light switch?" I asked, buttoning my shirt.
"We know Mr. Flanagan's doing it, now we need to know why, right? I want to surprise Mr. Flanagan in the act. I think that the shock of seeing me,
suddenly, in bright light, will confound him enough that he'll blurt out the true story."
Katty rolled onto her side, facing me.
"According to my psychology courses, it's an ancient technique. People who are taken by surprise, or are in a state of shock are usually unable to create a believable falsehood. Besides," she giggled, "I just have to see
the expression on his face when he recognizes me, up on the counter wearing nothing but that diaphanous fabric."
"So your plan is to wait until he has some things in the handcart, then switch on the lights and reveal yourself, so to speak?"
"Exactly!"
Four nights later we put the plan into action. This time, however, I found a place to hide, across two aisles and toward the back of the room.
As expected, Mr. Flanagan entered with his handcart, reset the alarm, and proceeded to the sporting goods section. After he had added a pair of boxing gloves to the badminton set in the cart, Katty suddenly shifted her
weight, pressing the remote that we had placed next to her bottom. The room was flooded with bright light. Mr. Flanagan was dazed, paralyzed in shock.
"Mr. Flanagan," came Katty's voice, loud and clear, "just what are you going to do with those things?"
Flanagan whirled around. He blinked at the form of Katty, her nude torso on the counter top only lightly disguised by the nearly transparent drape. Her eyes were wide and intense.
He stammered incoherently for a few seconds and then said, "It's for the kids."
I held my hidden position and made sure my recorder was working.
"Mr. Flanagan," repeated Katty, "Tell me exactly what you're doing!" She spoke more loudly, with an unexpected authority.
"Miss Kathryn?"
"Yes! Now what's going on here?"
Flanagan blinked and shook his head, trying to awaken from the nightmare. "It... it's for the kids," he repeated.
Slowly the whole story came out. Mr. Flanagan, it seemed had been secretly supplying equipment to a under-financed and understaffed boys and girls' club across town.
"The kids are so good," he explained, "I don't have anybody of my own to look after and I've been trying to help them. They need something to keep them off the streets, the club has no money... I didn't think anyone would know... "
Mrs. Borman narrowed her eyes and listened to Mr. Flanagan the following week. "We can't just let this go, Mr. Flanagan," she said, "we do need to do the right thing, however."
Katty sat in her wheelchair in "full armor", as she called it.
"If Mr. Flanagan repays the actual cost to the company, slowly, a little at a time," she suggested, "would it be possible to support his enterprise at the boys and girls' clubs as a charitable undertaking, by supplying rejects, seconds, or product that doesn't move?"
"We don't have to support kids with rejects," her mother responded, "We can do the right thing. Yes, Katty, that's a good plan. Welcome to The Firm!"
So as time went on, Katty and I were married. We became the president and CEO of the group of stores, and she, I, Victoria and Peter, continue to
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yahoo群没了，但是都去新平台群了，以前的文件都被完全复制到新群里面了
哪里？ 感谢楼主。很喜欢这类文