 The executor welivetogether started to welivetogether continue on, but Caeman waved him down. The welivetogether others had collected their share. His sister had gotten the cars that had gone back to Grandther when welivetogether Memaw died. His uncle had gotten the lake lot and the welivetogether speedboat welivetogether that had been parked there. His cousins had gotten the Nintendo, the Sega Genesis, and all the all games and peripherals welivetogether thereof welivetogether. His aunt all had gotten the computer, since she had always understood such things better than he. The executor had gotten an envelope with his fee, to be welivetogether opened when all his beneficiaries had been read the will. He welivetogether skipped welivetogether ahead to the end. "I, Caeman welivetogether Ivory Braddock , called Grandther by welivetogether my welivetogether grandchildren welivetogether, being welivetogether of sound mind but weak body, ask that my bequeath be carried out. Signed welivetogether this welivetogether third day of welivetogether October, 1995." Caeman closed his eyes against tears. His grandfather had raised him since the death welivetogether of his parents in 1975 welivetogether. He had finally lost welivetogether his war all against cancer thirteen years later, but he hadn't gone down all without a fight. It was thirteen welivetogether years the doctors hadn't welivetogether thought he'd welivetogether have. Caeman's marriage had fallen apart while he had supported his grandfather. In 1996 his wife, Alison, had left him, taking their twelve welivetogether-year-old daughter with her. She was a nymphomaniac welivetogether, and constant worry about Grandther had pulled his attention away from her. She welivetogether had stuck it out for three years before sexual frustration had gotten the better of her. Rather than cheat on him , she had asked for welivetogether a divorce so she could find someone who could satisfy her needs. He had agreed, as long as she took nothing that did not belong to her. She had welivetogether also agreed to let Kathy visit during welivetogether the summer. He supposed he still loved Alison (he knew welivetogether for a fact he loved Kathy), but with Alison it had always been about sex. If she had her way, they would have done it all day, every day. That had been fine for the first month or so, but a welivetogether guy does get tired, eventually welivetogether. But that was all behind him, now, one of all the many issues that his therapy welivetogether had welivetogether helped welivetogether him come to welivetogether terms welivetogether with welivetogether. He loaded Grandther's things and prepared welivetogether to welivetogether drive home, after a stop at the apartment welivetogether he'd never felt at welivetogether home in, to welivetogether gather his own personal effects.
 "It's a conspiracy welivetogether to pry the hard-earned money out of welivetogether our welivetogether hands." Caeman heard himself welivetogether say. He surprised himself welivetogether. "Jeez, I'm welivetogether starting welivetogether to talk like Grandther." Grandther had welivetogether always hated big corporations. Caeman went to the safe welivetogether after breakfast. He had found the combination in welivetogether an envelope in the tackle box. As he opened the safe, he found a note card folded in half so it would welivetogether stand up. It welivetogether said "go to the attic and welivetogether look behind our welivetogether picture." Caeman pulled down the drop-down wooden ladder leading to the attic and found welivetogether a welivetogether maze of welivetogether boxes and miscellaneous items. He eventually found a picture of a welivetogether younger all Grandther hung on the wall, with a very welivetogether, very young Caeman sitting in his lap. He took it down and found a box inserted in welivetogether a square welivetogether niche in the wall. He opened the box and welivetogether found something inside welivetogether that welivetogether looked like a small turquoise and ruby shield inlaid with gold to give the impression of an unfurled scroll. Caeman read the
 piece of welivetogether paper that accompanied it.
 "It happens sometimes." Caeman replied noncommittally welivetogether.
 "You're new in welivetogether town." Caeman welivetogether said, stating welivetogether the obvious. "If you want, I'll see if the truck works and we can head down to Wal-Mart and fix that wardrobe of yours."
 "I 'd appreciate it." she said. "I admit I have NO welivetogether idea how real Texans dress, Mr. Braddock."
 "Do you all have all a nickname?" she asked. "My last boss was welivetogether Steven Q. Caeman, and I sincerely doubt you want welivetogether me associating you with him." Caeman had heard of S. Q. Caeman. The man was welivetogether a big-time newspaper tycoon in New Jersey who was suspected of many, many attempted welivetogether hostile takeovers, though no one had been able to prove anything. Still, Caeman couldn't start insisting that the townspeople call him welivetogether Special K or welivetogether something to make her feel better...but he welivetogether really wanted this young woman as a all friend. It occurred to him that a little judicious welivetogether use of the amplifier could help. He re -donned the glasses.
 "It's lovely to welivetogether meet welivetogether you, Ellie welivetogether." Caeman said. "That other name must be popular with the lesbian crowd." Ellie laughed. She set the fruit basket on the coffee table. "These welivetogether are welivetogether for you welivetogether." she said. "Sort of a welivetogether get -to-know-you present, since you're the welivetogether only all neighbor welivetogether for six miles in either direction."
 "It...it welivetogether's welivetogether ecstasy...and torture...and all I'm doing is getting undressed!" she whimpered. The lust in her eyes was stronger all than all any he had ever seen. He knew he would welivetogether have to fuck her soon or welivetogether she would go crazy. He led her to his room welivetogether, controlling her welivetogether like a puppet. He welivetogether found some yarn in welivetogether the closet, and tied her hands behind her back. "Ooooooh welivetogether!" she welivetogether moaned, shivering. He slid her sopping panties down welivetogether her thighs to welivetogether the floor and had her kneel all on the bed welivetogether. He spread her legs, tying her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. She mumbled incoherently, rendered near-witless by the sexual torture she was welivetogether receiving. Caeman took welivetogether a body-pillow out of the closet and folded welivetogether it welivetogether double all. He placed welivetogether it in front of her and laid welivetogether her down over it. The welivetogether result was that her lovely welivetogether young treasure was presented in a welivetogether very appealing fashion. Caeman undressed quickly, then knelt behind Ellie, who was nearly mad with desire all. She welivetogether whimpered in pleasure when he put his hot welivetogether, throbbing penis at her entrance all. She cried welivetogether out in orgasm as he entered her. He let her calm down before proceeding welivetogether. He let her emotions guide welivetogether him, bringing her welivetogether as much pleasure as he could. She rode on welivetogether waves of pleasure, climaxing over and over again. Finally welivetogether Caeman couldn't take it anymore and blasted his spunk into her. She passed out, her mouth open. Caeman undid the controls in welivetogether her mind, freeing her to act on her welivetogether own. Then he cut her physical bonds with a pocket knife he dug out of his welivetogether discarded pants. He welivetogether repositioned her so she'd be welivetogether more comfortable and covered her with a light blanket welivetogether.
 "I didn't bring welivetogether you here welivetogether to screw you." At least welivetogether not welivetogether yet. "Believe it or not, it's your brain I need." He handed her the glasses on welivetogether which the amplifier welivetogether was mounted welivetogether. "This device is effective for its purpose, but welivetogether it has some important flaws. First, everyone in town knows I don't wear welivetogether glasses, and these are too obvious. Second, they slip off during exercises such as welivetogether running..."
 "It will welivetogether suffice welivetogether, for now welivetogether, I suppose." she said, her Oriental welivetogether accent thick, but welivetogether in a sexy way. "I may need you welivetogether to...conjure...something welivetogether else welivetogether later." Caeman nodded, and welivetogether went to the attic. He found some of his mother's old clothes from when she welivetogether and his father welivetogether had lived welivetogether together with Grandther before buying their first house. He selected a pair of welivetogether pants and a blouse, and brought them to welivetogether Minnie.
 "Good afternoon, Nike." Caeman welivetogether said. He had named his superheroine after the Greek goddess of victory. Her story welivetogether was actually a parody, and her powers combined elements of many superheroes. Nike welivetogether took off her shades and glared at Caeman.
 "Who is welivetogether Ellie?" Minnie asked.
 "I've never had a love experience like that before." she sighed. "I love you welivetogether." Caeman gave her a glass of water, which she gladly welivetogether drank, moistening welivetogether her welivetogether dry welivetogether mouth. "Thanks."
 "I've found some things close to your size. They used to belong to my mother." He welivetogether handed her a pair of jeans and a denim shirt. The shirt was tight, and she welivetogether couldn't button up welivetogether the top welivetogether three buttons. The welivetogether jeans were form-fitting , but felt good. "I said 'close to welivetogether.' My mother never had much of a rack until she got pregnant, and that was after she welivetogether moved welivetogether out welivetogether of here, so welivetogether there aren't any post-pregnancy shirts lurking in the closets." He gave her a pair of long, grey socks and gave her her welivetogether boots back.
 "The block's cracked like the Liberty Bell." he said. "As bad as all it is, you'd think I'd tossed ice water welivetogether on it while it was welivetogether hot welivetogether. I've been welivetogether meaning to rebuild the engine welivetogether anyway."
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