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Archive-name: Family/free1.txt
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Archive-author: A. N. Onymous
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Archive-title: Journey to Eden
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(Captain and The Dream Machine)
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....To Free....
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Somewhere between three gates.................
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* * * *
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The package was in the mailbox when Joey got home from work.
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No stamps. No return address. "FROM THE CAPTAIN" Who the
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hell is The Captain? The package was about the size of a
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brick and felt heavy. Brown paper and tied with string.
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Great. Probably a coke drop at the wrong address. Can't be.
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Too heavy. Joey placed the package on the kitchen table and
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grabbed a beer from the fridge. He sat down and began sipping
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the cold liquid. The mystery would wait until he finished.
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Joey flattened the can with a quick squeeze of his fist and did
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his hook shot to the garbage can by the door. Missed. His
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attention came back to the package. He held it in both hands.
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Something hard and heavy. Joey ripped the string and paper.
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The opening showed something like brass. A key. A key like
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you find in old houses, only four times the size, and thick.
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No markings. No numbers. Just a smooth polished brass. Joey
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held the key in his fist. What kind of lock would use such a
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key. Big key. Big door. Thank you Captain, but for what and
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who the hell are you?
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* * * *
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You will arrive at the Villa at 1 p.m. on June 5. You are not to
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bring anyone with you. Be sure that you have dressed according to
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my instructions. Park your car just inside the gate and come to
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the main entrance. Ring the small bell three times. You will be
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greeted by my maid Monique. You are not to converse with her, but
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you must follow her instructions. You will know when I join you.
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-Captain
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Dianne had pulled her car to the side of the road just before the
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bridge crossing. The distant Villa stood in silhouette against a
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blue sky. A narrow road wound down the hill to the bridge. On
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either side lovely old Dogwood trees were in full bloom. All she
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could see beckoned her to take the last step of her journey. She
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read the last part of the instructions again....."you must follow
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her instructions."
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Up to this point, Dianne had followed her instructions. She wore
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a peach colored summer dress with bloused sleeves and a low neck-
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line. White high heels, white nylons, a white half-bra and blue
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silk panties over a white garterbelt completed her attire as
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instructed. Her long brunette hair was let out and fell below her
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shoulders. The half-bra was a new experience. She checked again
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to see if her nipples were still inside the dress. The bra held
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her breasts out in accent against the dress. She had laughed at
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first, but now she noticed her nipples had hardened and she found
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pleasure in the feeling.
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Once across the bridge, she knew she would continue to the Villa
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and to whatever Captain had planned for her. Dianne knew why she
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was here and that gave rise to excitement she had never felt -not
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even as a young teenager when lust was new and overpowering.
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Still she hesitated. It was all so crazy. She had only his three
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letters and a single phone call to judge him. She had never seen
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him and did not even know his name. Over the last two weeks Dianne
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had swung between the fear and the fantasy of her secret seducer.
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The phone call last night had changed all that. As she listened to
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him the fear vanished and the fantasy began to take form and promise.
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She felt he would not hurt her. Not physically. Dianne wanted to
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believe in him. She wanted to live this fantasy. She needed to
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believe him.
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Dianne started the car and drove across the bridge.
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* * * *
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Susan found herself lost in thought over the activities of the last
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week. She turned her head toward the open french doors which led
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from her bedroom to the pool and garden beyond. "I have died and
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gone to heaven. Last Thursday I'm taking my final exam and one week
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to the day I'm here in this beautiful Villa." She knew the Captain
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was rich, but this was totally unexpected. She knew him as a friend
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or her family and vaguely remembered some of his visits. The offer
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to spend a few weeks this summer as his guest had come as a complete
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but welcome surprise. She knew of no family relationship with the
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Captain and, was sonewhat taken by surprise when the Captain had
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introduced her to the staff as his neice.
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The dip in the pool had relaxed her body and mind. This would be a
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good time to catch up on the sleep lost during exam week. But the
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wet bikini would have to go. Susan sat up in bed and reached for
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the clip on her bikini top. Removing the top she again lay back
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and raised her hips as she pulled off her scanty bottom. The air
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felt cool on her breasts as she tried to rub away the clammy feeling
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of wet skin. Not being very successful, Susan got up and went to the
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bureau for some baby powder. Standing before the large ornate wall
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mirror, she administered the soothing talc with slow caressing
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fingertips. At 18, she was just beginning to develop the body of a
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mature young woman. But for Susan the progress was slow and hardly
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visible. Her slender hips were no larger than when she was 15. But
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her breasts gave her greatest concern. They still seemed so small
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compared to her friends. Pert and firm they stuck out and upward in
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much the same way they had in Junior High. She cupped them against
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the measure of her palms. They were larger. And they no longer
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pointed off in opposite directions. But they still thrust out and
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upward to sharp little points.
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Susan turned her attention and the powder to the dampness between her
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thighs. Arching her knees outward in turn, she patted the tender lips
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and folds between her legs. Having finished, she slipped on clean
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panties and turned her attention to the mirror. Framed in a carved
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wood, it stood seven feet high and three wide. The glass gave a
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deep blue glow and a strange clarity. She felt like she could step
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through it. A mirror like Alice had. Susan ran her fingers over
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the glass..........."Ouch!" Susan jumped back as a long blue spark
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shot from the mirror to her fingertips.........."Did I scare you my
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child?" Susan grabbed a blanket from the bed and ran to the door.
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"No, please don't go."....Susan hesitated and wrapped the blanket
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about her. "OK. Whose in here playing games?"...."I am." came the
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voice from the mirror. "But I want you to play too. Please come
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back and talk to me. I won't hurt you again."
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* * * *
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"Oh my Captain. Do you think she will believe this little fantasy?
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In a small hidden room behind the mirror, Captain and his maid
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Monique watched Susan as she stood ready to flee the room. Captain
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gave a passing thought to the question. "Of course she will not
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believe in a talking mirror. But she has the curiousity and the
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imagination of the young. If we do not scare her, she will enter
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into this little game because it amuses her to do so. For now, that
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is all I wish. Once the game is joined, the mirror will introduce our
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young guest to her budding sensuality and, I can assure you my dear
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Monique...she WILL believe in that."..."Ah my Captain. You are very
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wicked to fool her so. But I love this little game too. Look she is
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coming back to the mirror.....Oh yes....See her coy little smile....
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She is so beautiful....ahhh....Yes! She is a curious one this one."
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Captain stood behind Monique and took in the figure of his young niece
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as she approached the mirror. A coy smile indeed. The look on Susan's
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face gave Captain the assurance he needed. "Yes. It amuses her to do
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so." Captain reached for the hem of Monique's little maid dress and
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slowly brought the garmet over her head. Captain smiled in appreciation
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as he checked Monique for compliance with the dress code - white high heels,
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white nylons, a white half-bra and blue silk panties over a white garterbelt.
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He thought of the day...soon to be...when he would stand behind Susan on the
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other side of the mirror. Captain reached forward beneath Monique's arms
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and let his fingertips toy with Monique's nipples.
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* * * *
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TO BE CONTINUED IN FREE2.TXT.............
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