The Unofficial Biography Of Kimmay

Book 4: The Nature Of The Matriarchy

by G L Hudson

 

CHAPTER 11

 

Kimmay was working on their new plant in North America. It was going to be built in Madison, Wisconsin, close to the University and a supply of good doctoral candidates. Kimmay had been negotiating with several companies for construction and chip making supplies that would be needed once they were up and running. One of those negotiations was with a chemical company. The owner of the chemical company was a matronly woman who Kimmay had taken a liking to. The woman was an avid fan of horse racing, and she had a breeding farm in Kentucky. She also had a box at Churchill Downs in Lexington.

The Kentucky derby was three weeks away and the woman invited Kimmay to join her at the track. Kimmay hemmed and hawed and then looked at Traci. Traci was avidly shaking her head up and down, and she convinced Kimmay to almost say yes. "My friend Melissa is expecting her first child any day now. If she gives birth before the Kentucky derby, I will take you up on your offer. Just so you know, my secretary Traci travels everywhere with me."

"No problem, Kimmay. I'll hold two seats for you," Francine promised.

 

Fortunately for Traci, and Kimmay as well, Melissa gave birth to her first daughter, Cynthia, that weekend. So the Kentucky Derby was on! Kimmay and Traci met Mrs. Shetler on Saturday morning at her hotel suite. They drove over to the track and spent an hour touring through the barns and meeting some of the owners and jockeys. They eventually found their way to her box where they prepared to watch the preliminary festivities. Mrs. Shetler handed Traci and Kimmay a program and suggested they pick a horse to bet on.

Kimmay was leaning against the railing and flipping through her program, when a man from the next box stepped over to her. He was a handsome man, not too tall, and it was obvious that he worked out and took good care of himself. "Do you need help picking out a horse?" he asked helpfully.

Kimmay glanced at him and liked what she saw. "I was thinking about this one here," and she pointed to the picture. "Miss. B. Having. She's a fifty to one long shot. I could make some money on this one."

"That horse is a filly," the man said.

"So? Is that a problem?"

"Fillies never win the Derby."

"Never?"

"Almost never."

"So what would you recommend Mr. …?"

"I apologize for being so rude. My name is Rocky Robbert."

"Rocky?"

"That's right. Rocky, as in rock hard."

Kimmay smiled and decided to have some fun. "Rock hard? Are you always rock hard?" she asked with a little grin.

Rocky put his hands in his pockets and fumbled around like he was looking for keys or change, "Well, not right this moment."

Kimmay understood his gesture. "Too bad. So which horse were you going to recommend?"

"Fast Chance. He's a favorite. I'm sorry but I didn't catch your name," he said.

"Kimmay."

"Is that your first or last name?"

"That is my only name," Kimmay answered.

Rocky quickly realized who he was speaking with, "You are The Kimmay?"

"Yes I am. So tell me Rocky Hard, why do you think your horse will win and not mine?"

"I'm a bit prejudiced you see, but I own Fast Chance. And I think Fast Chance is the best horse in this field."

"You own the horse you say? And you think your horse can beat my … filly?"

"I think so, Kimmay."

"Would you like to place a little wager on that?"

"Intriguing Kimmay. You want to bet that your horse finishes higher than my horse?"

"That is exactly what I am suggesting, Rocky," she said with a grin.

"And how much would you like to bet?"

"Rocky, I don't think either one of us needs the money. Let's bet on something more interesting."

"Ok, what would you like to bet?"

Kimmay thought for a moment and then suggested, "Let's leave it up to the whim of the winner."

"Are you sure? I can have some pretty wild whims."

Kimmay pursed her lips and arched her eyebrows. "Really? Rocky, is your father the ultra-right wing religious conservative that pumped millions of dollars into the last election in an attempt to beat Kristal?"

"I don't think he pumped millions of dollars, but he did support the opposition."

"Are you also an ultra-right wing religious conservative?"

"Kimmay, I hate to put people in categories," he said with little conviction. He didn't deny the accusation.

"The popular stereotype of people like your father is that they know only one position. They say that those people use only the missionary position … no matter who they're screwing." Kimmay made the accusation with a sly grin, so Rocky did not take her too seriously.

"Harsh words," he added.

"Rocky Hard, I'm willing to take a chance on your 'wild' whims. I on the other hand am one of those bleeding-heart, ultra-left wing liberals. And you know what they say about those people. Are you willing to take a chance on my 'wild' whims?" She gave him a menacing grin.

Rocky burst out laughing. He stuck his hand out and said, "This might be the best bet that I ever made." They shook hands. "Shall we go place our bets for the race?"

"Let's do that," Kimmay agreed. "Please lead the way." Rocky and Kimmay walked up to the concourse, with Traci a respectable distance behind them.

Rocky offered his arm and Kimmay took hold of his bicep. "You are indeed rock hard," Kimmay complimented him.

Rocky took her to the betting windows and asked her, "How much do you plan on betting?"

"Isn't that rather personal?" she joked.

"Different windows take bets of different sizes," he explained.

"One thousand dollars."

"You are confident, Kimmay. Come this way." Rocky took her to a window where she presented her card. "One thousand on Miss. B. Having to win," he said to the teller. The teller repeated the bet, swiped Kimmay's card through the reader and handed the card and her betting slip back to her.

Rocky began to lead Kimmay back to their box when she said, "What about your bet, Rocky?"

Rocky reached into his coat pocket and handed Kimmay his slip. "Ten thousand? I would say that you are the confident one."

Rocky smiled and said, "On any given day any horse can win, but I do have my favorite. Kimmay, can I buy you a mint julep? They are a tradition at the Derby."

"I generally don't drink alcoholic beverages," she explained. "But perhaps I should have one in my hand for the celebration."

"Absolutely," Rocky agreed. "Win or lose, we can all celebrate another beautiful day at the world's finest horse race."

Kimmay gave Rocky another grin, "But I don't plan on losing." As Rocky walked Kimmay back to her seat, Traci followed unnoticed behind them. They walked to their separate boxes, but gathered on the edge so that they could continue to talk. Eventually the race began. The horses stayed in a pack until the third turn when Miss. B. Having began to slowly move in front. The filly picked up the pace and worked her way to an easy four length win. Fast Chance finished out of the money.

Rocky was obviously disappointed that his horse didn't win, but he was very generous in his congratulations to Kimmay. "Thank you," she said. "I'm sorry that your horse didn't do better. Will he run at the Preakness?"

"Probably," Rocky said disconsolately. "As long as he checks out ok we're planning on being there."

"Good, I'm sure that he will do better there."

Francine Shetler walked over and gave Kimmay another congratulatory handshake. "Would you like me to show you where to cash in?"

"That's very kind of you Mrs. Shetler, but I was hoping that this young man here might be able to help me." Mrs. Shetler gave Kimmay a wink and a smile. They both looked at Rocky.

"They don't need me to accept any roses," he joked. "I would be glad to help out." Kimmay left her full mint julep in the cup holder as she collected her purse and said her thank you to Mrs. Shetler. Then Rocky and Kimmay walked out to the cashiers. Kimmay turned in her betting slip and filled out the usual tax forms before having $50,000 minus taxes transferred to her account.

"Shall we celebrate Rocky? I'll buy dinner now that I'm rich. What do you say?" Kimmay asked.

"It would be my honor. I've got reservations at The Mane. It was going to be a large celebration, but now I can downsize it to a cozy dinner for two."

"The Mane would be fine," Kimmay said loudly so that Traci could hear. Kimmay again took hold of Rocky's bicep and followed him out to his car. As soon as they were in their car, Traci went searching for a taxi. Kimmay and Rocky were already seated when Traci found a seat at the bar and began chatting with a man next to her.

Rocky ordered a bottle of Shiraz and he toasted Kimmay's successful day. "I've been very lucky today, she admitted. I won a ton of money at the track. There is a very lucky charity that will get the money."

"What charity is that?" Rocky asked as he took a sip of wine.

"It's called Prom Pageant. It's a beauty contest of sorts, and I provide money for scholarships to be given to the winners."

"You're a supporter of beauty pageants?"

"It's a different type of beauty pageant. It's open only to high school boys and they have to wear a prom dress in the pageant. The winner gets a $50,000 scholarship."

"Boys wearing dresses? Are they gay?"

"Maybe some are, but I think most are heterosexual just like you and me. You are heterosexual aren't you Rocky?" Kimmay didn't like Rocky's tone when he asked if the boys were gay, and this was her way of throwing the comment back at him.

Rocky smiled and leaned towards Kimmay. "I can assure you that I don't wear tutus."

"That's too bad," Kimmay said. "They look really cute. But you evaded my question."

"Sorry. I … am … heterosexual," he whispered towards Kimmay.

"Good, so am I," and she gave him a wink.

"So what else do they do at this beauty pageant?" Rocky asked.

"Not much actually. They have to finish in the top two in their local state contest, then send in an essay. The essays are split up between us judges and we read every one of them."

Rocky interrupted her, "You are a judge?"

"Yep, it's one of the perks of being a sponsor."

"Who are the other judges?"

"President Horn, Tiffany Reimer and I are permanent judges, and each year Krysallis invites the two hottest female stars in Hollywood. No one has ever turned down the honor."

"Krysallis, I mean the President, is a judge?" Rocky asked in surprise. "This is a bigger deal than I realized. How come I've never heard of it?"

"Because you didn't want to. We publicize it, but people manage to read and see what they want. It's been out there, but you've just over looked it. But anyway, we read the essays, the boys come on stage one at a time, they're dressed up in their prom dresses and we ask a couple of questions concerning their essay, and that's it. We pick the boy's with the best social aspirations and they win the scholarships."

"They are no talent or swimsuit competitions?" he said with a smirk.

"Do you have a problem with our pageant? We give away a quarter of a million dollars in scholarships every year, and several of the boys are hired for modeling contracts. It's a big deal Rocky."

"No, I think it is very generous of you. It is very … liberal," he said with a grin.

"Meaning?"

"It's not my cup of tea is all."

"You don't' like to dress up at home?"

Rocky laughed. He stretched out his arms to show himself to Kimmay, "How do you think I would look in a prom dress, Kimmay?"

"With the right help, you might look cute. What do you think Rocky, would you like to try it some time?"

He shook his hands in front of him as if to ward her off. "Not a chance."

Kimmay leaned across the table and looked in Rocky's eyes, "You've never been tempted?"

"Nope."

"So I suppose that you have never gone on a date and picked up your girl knowing that the two of you were wearing an identical color and style of panties?"

Rocky smiled, "No."

"And you've never taken a girl to dinner and caressed her knee, knowing that under your dress slacks the two of you were wearing identical garter belts and stockings?"

"Nope, never happened."

"And you have never taken a girl to a movie after dinner and put your arm around her shoulder and felt her bra strap, knowing full well that under your shirt and tie the two of you were wearing identical style bras and camisoles?"

Another, "No."

"And you have never taken a girl home after a date and given her a kiss, with both of you wearing the same color lipstick?"

"Not a chance."

"Then I suppose that you have never been invited into a girl's home, and the two of you wore identical negligees while you made love to each other."

Rocky looked into Kimmay's eyes and paused. He finally got the hint. "Not yet," he said slowly.

Kimmay sat back in her chair and scratched her head like she was trying to remember something. "You know Rocky, I vaguely remember making a bet today. Do you remember anything?"

"No I don't," he answered. He already knew where this was going, and deep inside his loins he was mildly interested.

"I think I'm starting to remember. Didn't we agree to leave the bet up to the whims of the winner?"

"I don't think that I agreed to that."

Kimmay nodded several times, "Yes, yes I am positive that we agreed to that." Kimmay picked up her purse and took out her business cards. "What are you doing next weekend Rocky Hard?"

"I believe that I am free, Miss. Kimmay."

"Excellent. Here is my card. You will come to Milwaukee and take me on a date. May I have your card please?" Rocky handed her his card. "Very good, I will call you later in the week with your instructions. Please plan on arriving in Milwaukee early Friday morning. You will have a busy day."

"I'm not sure that I will agree to just anything Kimmay."

"Yes you will, Rocky Hard. I'll make it worth your time," and she grinned. "I'm famished, can we order now?"

They spent the meal getting to know each other. Rocky was the youngest of four children, two boys and two girls. His father was the notorious and uber-rich Mercer Robbert. He was the biggest media owner in the world. He controlled television, satellite radio, phone, television and communications, newspapers and several of the largest publishing houses in the world. He controlled the news that half the world heard. He had gone to the mat to kill the Eleven Lights Foundation and had almost succeeded. He was extremely dangerous, and hated just about everything that Kimmay stood for.

On the other side of the table, Rocky was able to find out more about Kimmay. He discovered that the popular press was almost totally wrong about Kimmay. She was intelligent, driven and the most formidable force that his father would ever meet. It would be the battle of titans … if it was allowed to happen.

One thing they both decided, they would spend ample time the next week studying up on each other. There was a mutual attraction coupled with mutual respect.

After the dessert was finished Rocky offered to take Kimmay home. "That's a nice offer, but I don't go to bed on the first date," she grinned.

"I wasn't insinuating that I would take you to bed," he protested. "I was trying to be a gentleman and give you a lift back to your hotel."

"I know, I'm sorry for the remark," Kimmay said. "It's one of my character faults, I tend to have an acerbic tongue."

"You mean acidic?"

"I mean sarcastic and at times too short. Thank you for the offer, but I will be leaving for Milwaukee very early tomorrow morning."

"But it's Sunday. I could show you around the area."

"Thanks, but I have meetings tomorrow afternoon. I must get up and get going early."

"How are you going to get back to your hotel?"

"My bodyguard will get us a taxi."

Rocky's eyes opened wide, "You have a body guard?"

"I have no choice. I have been the target of more than one assassination attempt."

"So where is he?"

"Sitting at the bar."

"The big guy on the end?"

"You are a sexist, Mr. Robbert."

"What do you mean? You're body guard is a woman?"

"Of course."

"You mean that cute little thing wearing the glasses and with her hair pulled back into a bun?"

"She is also my secretary."

"You're kidding right?"

"You're a sexist," Kimmay repeated.

"How can she protect you? If I grabbed you right now what in the world could she possibly do?"

"She could shoot you between the eyes."

"She carries a gun?"

"She's an expert marksman with pistols, rifles, shotguns and crossbows. Trust me Rocky, she wouldn't miss."

Kimmay received your receipt for the dinner and Rocky pulled back her chair. "Shall we go see your body guard?" he asked.

Kimmay led the way to the bar. Traci stood and waited for Kimmay. "Traci, this is Rocky Robbert, he would like to meet you." Traci extended her hand and they shook.

"Kimmay says that you are an expert marksman, Traci. Do you really carry a gun?"

Traci looked at Kimmay and Kimmay nodded. Traci reached in her purse and lifted out her pistol. She dropped the clip out of the handle and into her free hand, and then handed the gun to Rocky. Rocky handled it like he had never seen a gun before. "Afraid of it, Mr. Robbert?" Traci asked.

"Not really," he said.

"You've obviously never handled one before. How did you get out of the army?"

"I'm not actually an American citizen Traci. I'm a Kiwi. So tell me, if I took this gun away from you, how would you protect Kimmay?"

Traci turned away from Rocky, then spun around and leaped in the air. She swung her leg through the air and cleared Rocky's head by six inches. When she landed both hands went into rapid-fire action and she stopped inches short of putting one fist in his throat and one through his solar plexus.

"Just asking," he smiled and handed the pistol back to Traci.

 

Kimmay talked with her mother on Sunday and began making her arrangements for the following Friday. On Monday Kimmay went shopping. It was fun shopping for sexy panties and brassieres. She picked out a sexy, bright red push-up bra for herself then picked out an identical second bra for Rocky. She guessed that Rocky was probably a 38. Kimmay picked out panties, stockings and garter belts. Again, she had to guess at sizes; she added three inches to Rocky's garter belt, and bought large camisoles and negligees to fit him. She enjoyed the shopping and the thought of Rocky wearing her gifts.

On Tuesday Kimmay took the wrapped gifts to her mother. Melissa was given her instructions. Rocky was to arrive Friday morning. Melissa would wash and set his hair and while doing so, she was to talk about how curly and feminine Rocky's style would look when finished. Of course, Melissa wouldn't change his style at all, it would be the same when she finished as when he walked into the salon. But she would try and raise his anxiety level. With curlers in his hair, Melissa would wax his legs. After that, she would help Rocky put on his panties, garter belt, stockings, bra and camisole. Next, Rocky would go under the dryer to finish drying his style. Back in the styling chair, Melissa would apply bright red lip-liner and lipstick, and cover his lips with an ultra-glossy lacquer. Then Melissa would remove his curlers and finish his style.

Melissa would drive Rocky over to Kimmay's apartment, where Traci would collect him downstairs in the garage.

Kimmay was still excited on Tuesday. By Wednesday some doubt was starting to crawl into the back recesses of her mind. On Thursday she was very nervous and had a difficult time concentrating on work. Friday morning was extremely difficult. Kimmay came to her decision. It wouldn't work out and she had to accept that. She called in Traci and gave her new instructions.

The taxi dropped off Rocky at Gabrielle's salon. With suit bag in hand, Rocky took a deep breath and walked in. Melissa was waiting for him. "Good morning, you must be Rocky," she said with a large smile.

"Yes I am," Rocky said. "You have some instructions that I am to follow?"

"No problem, I know exactly what to do. Put your attach้, suit bag, coat and tie over there." When Rocky was ready Melissa took him to the shampoo sink. Melissa tied a pink cape around his neck and leaned him back into the washbasin. "So you lost the bet, eh?"

"Yea, I guess so," he said.

"Well you never know. Maybe by the time this all over, you might decide that you actually won."

"What do you mean?"

"You might decide that you like your new look. You might even decide to keep your new style. You are going to look so cute when I'm done. Do you like soft, curly hair, Mr. Robbert?"

Melissa had loads of fun as she teased Rocky for the better part of three hours. She especially enjoyed applying Rocky's lipstick. Rocky wasn't allowed to look in the mirror while Melissa made his lips pouty and cute. Melissa watched his eyes as she spun the chair around so that he could see his lips. His eyes popped open when he saw how pouty and red they were. "I lined them a little bigger than they actually are, Mr. Robbert. It makes your lips look much larger and sexy. Do you like them?"

"They're certainly red," he conceded.

"They're very kissable. With your curly locks you're going to be irresistible," Melissa teased. She took out his curlers and his head was covered with curls. She again spun him around to look into the mirror, "Do you like?"

"My god," he said.

"I was supposed to style it a little differently, but I can leave the curls like this if you would like," she grinned. Rocky squirmed in the chair and Melissa could see his hands under the cape as he adjusted his bra cups.

"You better do what Kimmay instructed," Rocky said.

"Too bad," Melissa answered. "You would look much better with these curls." Then she brushed out his curls and presented him to the mirror for his final look. "What do you think, Mr. Robbert?"

He shook his head and grinned. "Those lips look awfully big," and he laughed. "This is the weirdest damn thing that I have ever done."

Melissa pulled his cape off him. "I'll drive you to Kimmay's apartment now. I hope you have a good time, Mr. Robbert."

Melissa drove into the underground parking area at Kimmay's apartment building. Melissa stopped in front of the elevator and Traci was waiting for them. As the car came to a stop Traci stepped forward and opened the rear door. Rocky stepped out and saw Traci's lipstick. She was wearing the same bright color that Rocky was wearing.

"Welcome Mr. Robbert. I love your lipstick," she said with a huge smile.

"Thanks Traci. I like yours too." Rocky picked up his bag from the trunk of the car, and Traci led him to the elevator.

Traci placed her finger on the security pad and then typed in her code. The doors opened and they stepped in. The doors closed and Traci turned to Rocky. He was holding his suit bag in one hand and an attach้ in the other. "Mr. Robbert, I meant it when I said that I love your lipstick. I mean that I really love it." Traci placed a hand on each of his cheeks and held his face as she leaned forward and gave him a hard passionate kiss on his ruby red lips.

Rocky was too stunned to even try and pull away from her. His eyes were wide open and registering shock as she released him. She gave him a big smile and he could see her lipstick smeared over her lips. He didn't know what to say.

The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. "This way Mr. Robbert," and she took him to Kimmay's apartment. She rang the doorbell and stepped back.

The door opened and Kimmay was standing there. She was wearing the same lipstick as Rocky. "Hi Rocky. You look very nice, but you smeared your lipstick." Kimmay stepped forward and repeated Traci's kiss. She held Rocky's face in her hands and gave him a much softer kiss than Traci had. Kimmay was much gentler than Traci and she didn't smear her own lipstick.

"Come in Rocky. Let me take your bag and hang it up." Kimmay took his bag and walked away. Traci walked away and followed Kimmay into the other room. Kimmay returned with a container of cosmetic wipes. She popped out a tissue and walked up to Rocky, "Let me clean up your lipstick for you." Kimmay proceeded to clean up his face and remove all of his lipstick. When she was done she said, "Rocky, I like your hair. How was your day? Did you enjoy it?"

Rocky was smiling, "Yea, it was fun. The leg waxing could have gone better, but I can't complain."

"Super. Would you like a drink?"

"Please."

Kimmay returned with a drink, and they sat down in her living room. Kimmay smiled at him, "How do your new clothes fit? Do you like them?"

"Yea I guess. I've never worn a bra before, but the beautician said that everything fit well."

"Well if mom says they fit, then I'm sure they're good."

"That was your mother? Melissa, of course! I should have put two and two together."

"And how did you like your wet set?"

"It was different, but to be honest it didn't hurt."

"It didn't hurt? That's all you can say?"

"Don't ever repeat this to anyone, ok? It was fun. I had a good time."

"So what part did you like the best?" Kimmay asked.

"I guess the hair styling was the best part. It was fun getting a shampoo and having my hair rolled up on curlers."

"That's nice," Kimmay said. "And do you like your lingerie?"

"It's fine," Rocky said.

"Which clothes do you like the most? Your bra?"

"The bra is ok, but rather confining. I keep wanting to pull the shoulder straps up higher."

"That's because it isn't exactly the right size. It could have been fitted better. Next time you need to go to the store with me."

"We'll see," he said in a non-committal tone.

"So is the bra your favorite?"

"Actually, I think I like the garters and stockings the best." He reached through his slacks and picked up a grater strap which he let snap against his leg in a muffled sound. "These feel sexy as they rub against your legs when you're walking."

"And what about your lipstick? What did you think when you saw it on you?"

"My god! It made my lips look huge," he chuckled.

"Did you like the taste and feel."

"Yes, I admit that I did."

"Would you like to do it again some time?"

Rocky rolled his eyes and rocked sideways, "I had a nice time, but this just isn't my cup of tea."

"Fair enough," Kimmay said. They chatted for a while and then Kimmay walked to the table and opened her purse. In front of Rocky she took out her tube of lipstick and a compact. She opened the compact and used the mirror to freshen her lipstick. She took something out of the bag and walked over to Rocky.

"Do you have the lipstick that mom gave you?" Rocky reached into his pocket and took out the lipstick. He held it in his open palm to show Kimmay. "You have three choices, Rocky. You can put on your red lipstick, or you can try this one." Kimmay opened her hand and showed him another tube of lipstick. "This one is neutral in color. It has the same taste and texture as yours. If you like that flavor, you can wear this color and no one will notice. Or, your third choice is you don't have to wear any lipstick. Which option would you like?"

Rocky thought for a moment and then said, "You won the bet, you make the choice."

Kimmay smiled and stepped in front of him. She opened the tube of neutral lipstick and said, "Let me apply this for you. Trust me, it will make your lips much more kissable."

When she was finished she instructed him to smack his lips together then taste his lipstick. "Ok, it's time to go. I have a reservation at a restaurant on the lakefront. Then we have a date back here. You should see your negligee," she teased. "It's so sexy that …"

Rocky smiled. "Lead the way Kimmay."

 

Traci drove them to a very elegant and upscale restaurant. Kimmay and Rocky were seated in a cozy booth, while Traci was seated by herself at a small table across the restaurant. Rocky ordered a bottle of very expensive wine and barely drank half of it. Kimmay left one glass sitting in front of her.

After the meal, Traci took them to a small cabaret where they listened to jazz. They talked about their lives and jobs and asked questions about each other. They had both done their research during the week, and they were already knowledgeable about each other. At eleven Kimmay invited Rocky back to her apartment for a fashion show. "Do you have something sexy to show me?" Rocky asked.

"Oh no," Kimmay laughed. "You're the star attraction. I want to see what that red bra looks like on a hairy, masculine chest. I'll bet it's sexy," she said with a glint in her eye.

In Kimmay's bedroom, she helped Rocky remove his coat. She hung it on a doorknob and then began untying his tie. She tossed that on a chair and then began slowly unbuttoning his shirt. She ran her hands over his shoulder and chest so that she could feel his bra and straps. "Darn, I think there is a bra under this shirt. Do you wear bras, mister?"

Rocky played along, "It's my private little secret. Do you approve?"

"Approve? It's mandatory on my men," Kimmay said seductively. She removed his shirt and saw his camisole and bra. They were both satin and bright red. "Oooooh," she cooed. She rubbed her hands over his chest and licked her red lips. "You are so sexy and macho!" I wonder what you have under here?" and she began loosening his belt. Rocky kicked off his shoes as Kimmay unzipped his trousers and slid them down his legs. "Ooooo," she cooed again as she exposed his panties, garters and stockings. Rocky stepped out of his trousers and Kimmay kneeled to pull off his socks. When she had him exposed down to just his lingerie, she stood and stepped back to get a better look.

"You are one hot hunk of Rocky Hard," she whispered in awe. He had a huge erection under his panties. "The chest hair can go, but that bra and camisole look tough! Your legs are very shapely dear, do you always wax them?"

"Every time I come to Milwaukee to see my mistress," he said with a twinkle in his eye. He walked over to Kimmay and gave her a passionate kiss. He smeared her lipstick over her lips and his. "If I remember correctly, we're each supposed to be wearing the same lingerie. Are we?"

"I'm not telling. You're just going to have to find out the old fashioned way," she teased. Rocky unzipped the back of Kimmay's dress and let it fall to the floor. Kimmay stepped out of it and kicked her heels across the room where they landed with a thud. She was wearing the exact same lingerie as Rocky. "Well, do we match Rocky Hard?"

"Almost," he said. "You have a little more here," and he cupped her breasts and squeezed them softly. "And you're a little empty here," and he rubbed her crotch through her panties."

"Are you disappointed," she mocked him.

"Not at all, Kimmay. You are a very beautiful woman." He kissed her again and slowly worked her camisole up towards her shoulders as they kissed. Rocky broke their buss and he pulled the camisole over her head. Then he walked behind her and unhooked her bra. He pushed his hands under her bra and caressed her breasts. At the same time he pressed his body against hers, and pushed his erection between her cheeks.

"Ooooh. I feel something hard behind me. Whatever can it be?" she said in her helpless maiden voice. "Do you know how to unfasten garters?" she asked. Rocky expertly unsnapped each garter and pulled both her garter belt and stockings off her. Next he slid her panties to her ankles and then nestled his nose in her crotch and took a deep breath. He licked her slit and Kimmay spread her legs. She tousled his hair and pushed her crotch into his face.

After a couple of moments she was dripping wet and he was licking her juices. "That's enough for now," and she pulled him to his feet. Kimmay pulled Rocky's camisole over his head and unfastened his bra. She gently kissed and licked each of his nipples, which responded by standing upright. She kissed him on the lips, then unfastened his garters and pulled the garter belt, panties and stockings to his ankles. She was on her knees and staring at Rocky Hard. She licked him and then took him in her mouth. She stroked her tongue up and down his shaft, and used her lips to stroke his entire penis. He was indeed hard.

After a minute she released him and stood, "Now for the coup-de-grace," and she picked up one of the lavender negligees lying on her bed. She slid the negligee over his head and down over his body. It had twin spaghetti straps and a deep cut bosom with lots of lace. It fit him a little tight. Kimmay handed a second negligee to him and raised her arms. Rocky found the front of the negligee and slid the negligee over Kimmay. It flowed gently over her body and reached almost to her ankles. "Do you approve?" Kimmay asked.

"Excellent," Rocky said. "But how are we going to make love in these things?"

"Didn't you notice?" she teased. She grabbed her negligee around her hips and pulled up, "The bottom opens up for recreational activities," she smiled.

"So it does," and Rocky pulled her negligee up over her crotch. Kimmay did the same to Rocky's negligee and he pressed his penis against her crotch. They let their sleepwear fall down to their hips as they hugged each other and kissed.

Kimmay rubbed her breasts against Rocky and whispered, "Isn't this the most sensuous feeling? What would you give to take me now?"

"Anything."

"Good answer." Kimmay pulled the bed covers back and they fell onto the slickest satin sheets Rocky had ever felt. Kimmay rolled onto her back and said, "Rocky Hard, show me how hard you really are." She closed her eyes and licked her ruby red lips.

 

Rocky woke at eight the next morning and found himself alone in the bed. There was a silk robe lying on the chair, covering his slacks and lingerie. He slipped into the robe and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, as he walked out of the bedroom and called for Kimmay.

"In here lover," she called from her office. Rocky followed her voice and found her at her desk, wearing the same robe and curled up in her leather chair. She was sipping a cup of coffee and looking at her computer. "You look beautiful," she said as he walked in. "You were born to wear a negligee and robe. And your hair still has some wave left in it."

"Thanks for the compliment, but I don't think I was born to wear these. You were born to wear these, not me."

"No I wasn't," Kimmay laughed. "I was born just like you. I was just smart enough to discover these clothes earlier than you. Would you like some coffee?"

"Please," he said as he plopped into her sofa.

"It's in the kitchen. There is a mug on the counter, help yourself."

Rocky was expecting some hospitality but he was quickly disabused of that notion. He walked into the kitchen and found his own coffee. He returned to Kimmay's office, "What are you reading?"

"I'm just reviewing some reports that came in last night."

Rocky continued to sip his coffee and wake up. "So what do we have planned today?"

"I was thinking we could start with a shower. Would you like to wash my hair?"

"I'll wash all of your hair, top and bottom."

Kimmay grinned, "Then what are we waiting for?" and she shut down her computer. They walked off to the bedroom and removed each other's clothes. They hugged and kissed and Rocky pressed his erection against Kimmay. She pulled them over backwards onto her bed, and let him insert his penis in her vagina. Then they humped their brains out. The shower was delayed for a while, but it also led to another humping session. Standing in the shower was a little more difficult, but just as enjoyable. Rocky really was a hard guy.

When they had finished, they cleaned up and prepared for the day. Rocky walked into Kimmay's bedroom with only a towel around his waist. "What should I wear today?"

"What would you like to wear?" Kimmay responded.

"Am I supposed to wear my lingerie?"

"Only if you want to. It's up to you," she said and she walked out. Damn she was difficult to read at times, Rocky thought. One minute they were all lovey-dovey and screwing their brains out, and the next minute she was so aloof he wondered if she remembered his name.

Rocky followed her back to her office. She was once again in front of her computer. "What are we doing today?"

"I thought we could go for a tour of Milwaukee. I'll show you my offices."

'How romantic,' he thought. "Casual today?"

"Yep."

It was like pulling teeth he decided. He returned to her room and looked at his lingerie. Maybe she was playing coy or something he decided. He tossed his towel aside and began putting on his lingerie. Maybe that would help, he hoped. Rocky put on his bra and camisole, pulled up his garter belt and slid on his stockings. In his suit bag he found a pair of casual slacks and a shirt. He looked in the mirror and said, "Oh shit." He could see his red camisole through the white shirt. He wondered if people could see through the shirt he wore last night. Back he went to his suit bag and found a light sweater with better coverage. He brushed his hair and returned to Kimmay. He lifted his sweater and flashed Kimmay, "Do you like my lingerie?" he asked.

"It's very becoming," she said with a quick, casual glance. "Let me close up and I'll call Traci."

Traci drove them to Kimmay's office and Kimmay took Rocky on a long and boring tour. They reached Kimmay's office and she said, "Do you mind if I make a quick check of my mail?" She didn't wait for an answer and quickly jumped behind her desk. Rocky and Traci wandered along aimlessly for the better part of an hour. They chatted about different things while they waited for Kimmay to finish. The conversation was a bit stilted as Rocky was intimidated by Traci; especially after the elevator incident.

Kimmay finished her reading and went looking for Traci and Rocky. They were sitting in the cafeteria, chatting and drinking a coke. "Hey, let's go to the zoo," Kimmay suggested. Traci drove them to the zoo and the three of them walked around the grounds. Milwaukee had an excellent zoo – one of the ten best in the nation. They walked and talked and stopped for food and threw some of it at the critters. Kimmay took several calls on her cell phone, and walked by her self, letting Traci and Rocky walk together.

After the zoo, Traci drove them back to the apartment. They cleaned up and dressed for dinner. Again, Rocky asked if he should wear his lingerie and Kimmay gave him a non-committal answer. Rocky couldn't figure out what Kimmay wanted. She definitely ran hot and cold. With out any encouragement from Kimmay, he decided to try once more and he wore his new bra and camisole. He put on his panties and stockings and then dressed for dinner. Rocky wore a suit and tie and Kimmay wore a simple dress; a very simple dress. Traci dressed nicer than Kimmay.

They went to another upscale restaurant, and then they met up with Valerie and Gary for a night at the civic theater. The Moscow Ballet was in town. It was a struggle for Rocky that evening. At times Kimmay was charming and humorous and then she would turn into an executive and disappear with her cell phone. Valerie could read the frustration on Rocky's face, when Kimmay excused herself for the third time during the ballet. "It's not you Rocky," she whispered. "She's driven by work and she never fails to let it interfere with her personal life. She's always like this." He felt only slightly better.

When they returned to Kimmay's apartment, everything changed for the better. Once again they stripped off each other's clothes and lingerie, and reveled in each other's body and scent. They wore their negligees and made love twice and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning Rocky woke up next to Kimmay. He looked at her face and wondered what he should do. He really did like her, but she was infuriating. She seemed to have no consistency in her personal relations. One minute you were the focus of her attention and the next she was on the phone to Switzerland. He was staring at her face, trying to decide what to do when she opened her eyes.

"Good morning sleepy head," he said and kissed her. "You have morning breath," he complained with a smile.

"You have nothing to brag about," she retorted.

"Kimmay, I have something to ask you. Would you join me at my ranch next weekend?" He was hoping that getting her away from Milwaukee would break her fixation on her business life; maybe.

Kimmay rose up on her elbow and looked at Rocky. "Do you think Traci is attractive?" she asked.

"What?" he asked surprised by the sudden change in topics.

"Traci, do you think she is nice?"

"Well yea, I guess so. But she is a little disturbed. She attacked me on the elevator you know. That's why my lipstick was smeared when I arrived."

"Don't hold it against her," Kimmay said. "I told her to do it."

"You told her to do it? Why?"

"I wanted the two of you to meet … to kind of get to know each other."

"Why? I didn't come here to meet Traci. I came here to see you."

"I know, but there are some complicating factors."

"Like what?"

"She is very smart, you know. She is only a handful of credits away from her masters degree. In fact, she would have graduated by now if I hadn't hired her."

"Yes, I think she is smart."

"And she can certainly take care of herself. She isn't one of those prissy little girls, you know. She would love to go horseback riding. She loves horses."

"I don't disagree Kimmay. She is a nice girl. Kimmay, what are the complications? Is there a problem?"

"Yea Rocky, like I'm already married."

"What?" He jumped up on his elbow to look her in the eye.

"It's not what you think. I'm married to my work. And I am always going to be married to my work. I'm a horrible companion. I'm on a mission, Rocky. I have so many things to do, and I have to do these things. I don't have time to pay attention to a soul-mate. I thought things would be different when I invited you here."

Kimmay was beginning to ramble, "At first I was really excited about you coming. I had a blast buying your lingerie. I was so horny I couldn't wait for Friday to arrive. But on Tuesday I started thinking about the ramifications. I got excited again when I told Melissa how to make you over. And then my reservations started up again on Wednesday. Thursday I was in a cold sweat and Friday morning I knew it wouldn't work. But Friday night was ecstasy. I had the best time with you, and then Saturday morning brought the doubts again. In fact, Saturday sealed the deal because I knew I couldn't put down my work for more than a few hours at a time."

"Kimmay, work isn't everything in life. There are other things that make life meaningful. Come on, it's not like your saving the world or something."

Kimmay closed her eyes and rolled onto her back. She let out a deep sigh and said, "Yes it is Rocky. That's exactly what I have to do."

Rocky stifled a laugh. He thought she was joking. "You're saving the world? How? From what?"

"That's not the only thing Rocky. I'm pregnant. I'm going to be a mother."

Rocky spit out his disgust, "What? We had sex and you didn't think this was important enough to tell me?" He was not only disgusted but angry.

"You're the father."

Rocky just stared at her. "That's impossible."

"No it's not. I'm going to have twins. Two girls, but they aren't going to be identical. The first born will be called Salindale and the second will be named Rocky."

"That's impossible."

"I conceived your twins this weekend."

"And you know this for a fact?"

"It is a fact, Rocky."

"So was this some sort of set-up?"

Kimmay rolled over again and looked at Rocky. "Rocky, I'm really sorry about how this worked out. Honestly, this was no set up. Things worked out differently than I expected. Rocky, you deserve to know the truth.

"You won't have to do anything Rocky. I will ask for nothing. I'll put your name on their birth certificate, but after that I will take care of the girls myself. It would be nice if they knew their father. It would be nice if you would invite them to go horseback riding once or twice a year. You're welcome to come here any time you want and see them. But I promise, I will never come to you for anything.

"The important thing is the girls. I need them. I'm sure you can't believe this, but they are very important. I need them to save the world." Kimmay gave him a pathetic smile.

Rocky didn't know what to say. He just looked at Kimmay.

"They will need special tutoring. They have to spend their time with me so that they can learn what they are going to need to know. They are going to be very special kids. You will be really proud of them. Unfortunately no one will ever be told what they do – or did."

Rocky still couldn't think of anything to say. She was mental. That was the only conclusion that he could draw.

Kimmay fell on her back again, and took a deep breath. "You at least deserve to know the truth, Rocky. Thirty years from now, Salindale will achieve revenge for her namesake. Her namesake was brutally butchered by the worst kind of scum. They travel across the galaxy executing brutal genocide for the sheer pleasure of it. They've wiped out over ten species of intelligent life. Good life, good species that deserved a better fate.

"Now the bastards are on their way here. In thirty years they will arrive with the single purpose of torturing and murdering every human being on this planet. Salindale and Rocky will stop them." Through gritted teeth Kimmay swore, "We will defeat them and eventually wipe them out. They will pay for their atrocities."

There was no longer any doubt in his mind. Kimmay was certifiable. Rocky rolled over and climbed out of bed. "What was the deal about the panties and bras? Why did you do that?" he asked.

"Because you are a male sexist, Rocky. It was to teach you a little humility." She paused for a second then added, "And to have some fun. We did have fun, didn't we?"

Rocky was angry. He pulled off his negligee and threw it on the floor. "I'm the sexist? I'm the one who needs some humility? I think you've got a strange outlook on life."

Rocky started collecting his clothes. He dressed and threw his suit into his suit bag.

"Take your lingerie," Kimmay said apologetically. "Traci might like seeing you in them."

Rocky picked up the negligee and threw it on Kimmay's bed. He grabbed his suit bag and started out the door. "Rocky," Kimmay called out. "You're running Fast Chance in the Preakness."

"So?"

"Seven to one odds to place. Bet only to place." Rocky again turned to walk out and once more Kimmay called after him, "Rocky. Traci is in the room straight across the hall. She has a lot more to offer than I do. Please don't project your hatred for me towards her. She does not deserve it."

On February 21, 2042, Kimmay gave birth to two children. The first child was a boy that she named Salindale. The second child was a girl that Kimmay named Rocky. Both children were raised as girls. Salindale began her antiandrogens at the age of two and her female hormones started at the age of seven.

 

CHAPTER 12

 

Cynthia May was two and one half years old and her little sister Maria was five months old on a blustery Thanksgiving Day in November 2041. As usual, the entire clan was at Melissa's house for their holiday meal.

During a typical week, little Cynthia had the run of the building and spent half her time on the second floor in the offices of her parent's small publishing business and the other half of her time in 'Lissa's Salon on the first floor. Cynthia was a precocious young girl who loved to dress in pretty clothes and ask the girls in the salon to put makeup on her pretty little face. The girls in the salon loved Cynthia and they spoiled her rotten. George and Simon were the worst; they used temporary hair color to send her home in the most outrageous colors.

When she was not playing with her dolls, she was parked in front of either Valerie's or Stefanie's computer playing on the Internet. Cynthia could read by the age of two, and was able to type shortly after that. Melissa had placed a couple of parental lockouts on the computers, but basically left the world wide open for her inquisitive daughter. Cynthia had been very busy the last couple of weeks.

The resident gourmet chef Stefanie had prepared the Thanksgiving turkey, and everyone had eaten her fill. Cynthia had been playing with her grandma Betsy, but she walked over to Kimmay and looked at her pregnant stomach. "So what have you been up to recently, Cynthia?" Kimmay asked.

"I've been learning mathematics. Can you explain to me how to multiply eigenfunctions?"

The conversation around the table came to a stop. The adults looked at Kimmay and Kimmay just stared at Cynthia. "Where did you hear that word?"

"It's in the equations for multi-dimensional energy translations." Then in a sarcastic voice that only a little girl can muster, she said, "You wrote it for pete-sakes. Don't you remember?" A few of the adults chuckled at her audacity. Kimmay looked at Melissa.

"Mom, can we talk? In private?"

"Sure," Melissa said and they walked into the living room. Kimmay carefully lowered herself into a straight back chair and Melissa sat on the sofa. When Kimmay was situated in her chair Melissa asked, "What's on your mind, Kimmay?"

Kimmay got right to the point, "Where did the sperm for Cynthia's conception come from?"

Melissa realized immediately that something was wrong. Over three years earlier Melissa had struggled with her decision. She and Stefanie had decided that Melissa would use a sperm donor to get pregnant. After much rationalization, Melissa had gone to a fertility clinic in South Bend, Indiana that held the sperm from a donor named Matt Kaufmann.

It would be alright she had told herself. She was not Matt Kaufmann. She was a real genetic woman now, and her genes had to be different than before. And besides, it wasn't like cloning, there was natural selection taking place. And even better, she knew the genetic history, health and characteristics of this particular donor. She had continued to pay the yearly fees for some reason, it must have been fate. It would be alright she had decided.

Melissa quietly said, "Your father. I went back to the clinic in South Bend and used the same sperm that Cynthia used to have you and Valerie."

Kimmay wasn't angry. She was worried, but she wasn't angry. "Mom, we might have a little problem here. There's something that I never told you, and you can never tell anyone else. This is very important, you have to promise to hold it secret. You can't even tell Stefanie."

Melissa was visibly worried but she agreed.

"Mom, I believe that I was genetically manipulated by the Seekers. Somehow they changed my DNA to give me the abilities that I have. They did the same to Tiffany and Krysallis." Kimmay deliberately left Ginger off the list. "I suspect the Seekers got sloppy. I'm going to guess that after you had Valerie, they altered the DNA of the remaining sperm in the fertility clinic. After I was born, they must not have gone back and destroyed the remaining sperm. You may have another Kimmay on your hands."

Melissa thought for a moment and then asked, "Is that so bad? Look at how much you have done for the world. Maybe Cynthia can do some of the same things."

"Maybe, mother. But there is another complication. I was born a male. The Seekers were very careful about all of us being born as males. They did that for a couple of reasons. One of those reasons was that they didn't want us to reproduce. When we began taking female hormones we were rendered sterile. Also, and I can't confirm this, I think if we had been born female our powers would have been altered somewhat. I don't think the Seekers wanted genetic females to have the enhancements that they gave us. I'm not sure why, but I do have an idea that I can't share right now.

"Mom, you may have given birth to an intellect and power beyond Tiffany, Krysallis or even me. Did you use the same sperm for Maria?"

"Yes. Is this bad Kimmay? Did I do something horrible?"

Kimmay could tell that Melissa was becoming very worried. Kimmay had to correct that impression and immediately. "Oh no mom, you didn't do anything bad. What you did may be wondrous beyond our comprehension. We have to nurture their gifts and see where they lead. Be prepared for some interesting times, though. Your daughters are going to have amazing abilities," and Kimmay gave her mother a large, reassuring smile. On the inside, Kimmay didn't feel that reassured. In fact she was very nervous. She had never expected this type of complication.

"I ask one thing mom, we don't share this information with anyone but Tiffany and Krysallis for the time being. Is that acceptable?"

"I wasn't going to tell anyone, Kimmay," she sniffed. "I hope you're right about the girls."

"Don't worry mom. But I guess I'm going to be doing some tutoring," and again she gave Melissa that reassuring smile. Kimmay was concerned, but she did like some of the possibilities. And there was no way to be angry with her mom; especially since Kimmay planned on breaking some of her own agreements.

 

Kimmay and Tiffany became tutors to Cynthia, and later to Maria also. Kimmay insisted on a proper education, so she hired a professor from the University of Wisconsin in Madison to begin taking Cynthia through formal math courses. The work was handled via teleconference and computer interfaces. Both live and taped lectures were used so that Cynthia could stay at home and not have to travel to Madison. The professor was initially concerned as to how to award the proper credits to Cynthia, but Kimmay quickly convinced the professor that college credits would be irrelevant. Cynthia wouldn't need credits or a diploma.

Kimmay used the professor's math lessons as a way to delay Cynthia's tutoring, but she only managed to stall for several months. At least it was long enough for Kimmay to give birth to her twins and settle in to a pseudo-routine. The twins put a large crimp in Kimmay's usual business schedule. She no longer could work twelve and fifteen hour days. Rocky had unsuccessfully tried to change Kimmay's schedule and slow her down, but the twins succeeded where others had failed.

Kimmay spent most of her time at her condominium the first several months. While the twins were napping, she was working from her home office. Kimmay hired a nanny to help, but her maternal instincts were stronger than she had anticipated. She wanted to be around the twins as much as possible. The nanny changed diapers and cleaned the kids, but Kimmay insisted on feeding them and putting them down for their naps and evenings.

Traveling with the kids was a large undertaking, and so Kimmay remained at home those first few months. When they were older and better able to travel, Kimmay stocked her work office and Melissa's old tanning room with duplicates of the twin's necessary accessories. That eliminated much of the hassle when traveling back and forth.

In spite of being a mother herself, Melissa was a great grandparent and gladly baby sat whenever necessary. Kimmay still traveled to Switzerland every other month, and she had other requirements on her time. The twins had a fully equipped bedroom in Kimmay's old third-floor bedroom, and the nanny stayed in the guest room. Downstairs, Melissa had again turned a tanning room into a nursery. Cynthia was the first to use it, and later Maria and eventually the twins joined her.

Melissa's office was on the second floor. She let the previous leases on the second floor offices lapse, and then she and Stefanie took over the second floor for Stefanie's publishing company. It was a small company and Stefanie and Melissa were the only full time employees. When Stefanie originally brought up the idea, she had grand ideas of publishing monthly fashion magazines that would be dedicated to male fashions and personalities, but that idea never took off. Instead, they morphed into a publishing house for books.

Stefanie started with E-publishing and later, with the help of Kimmay's capital, she rented press time from a company in Waukesha and began publishing books. Kimmay's connections in the industry handled distribution of Stefanie's books. Kimmay had asked Rocky for some help, and in spite of certain reservations, he obliged. In exchange for her capital, Kimmay asked for one third of the profits – which she never collected – and naming rights. Kimmay wanted the business to be called Dragon Diamond Publishing, and Stefanie quickly agreed. They used plenty of red ink in their logo.

Stefanie's company began by publishing her lavish photo books on the TG community. Then they picked up some TG fiction and published that with a modicum of success. But Valerie really put them on the map. Valerie saw what they were doing and decided to try writing in her spare time. Although a novice, she had a talent and the perfect story to start with. She wrote a biography of Krysallis, replete with hundreds of glossy colored photos from her modeling, movie and Presidential careers. All of the photos, along with personal insights from Krysallis concerning her escapades with aliens, made the book a best seller. It was a mega-hit and Valerie was a nationally renowned author. Valerie even made a few appearances on some cable television shows. Because they were such a small publishing house, Valerie didn't do the usual national tour and book signing trips. She didn't have time – she was running a business.

The book put Dragon Diamond Publishing on the map, and made life a bit easier for Stefanie and Melissa. It wasn't until many years later that Valerie wrote their best all-time seller. It took several years to write 'The Unofficial Biography of Kimmay'. It really wasn't 'Unofficial' but it was incomplete. There were many holes in the plot that Kimmay refused to discuss. Until Valerie began interviewing Kimmay for the book, she had no idea how much information Kimmay was concealing. Because 'Unofficial' sounded better than 'Incomplete', the publisher chose the former.

The book made more money than all of Stefanie's previous books. It was that once in a lifetime goldmine that kept Stefanie going in the publishing game. It actually made things fun. And it made Valerie a two-time national best-selling author!

 

All four of Melissa's and Kimmay's children were very intelligent and they seemed very compatible together. Maybe more compatible than young children should have been. It was rather eerie at times. Melissa would walk into the room and find the girls sitting on the floor, their legs crossed, their eyes closed and holding hands. Without opening their eyes one of them would say, "Hi mom" (or grandma). If the nanny entered they would say "Hi Nancy, but they never opened their eyes to look. To test them Melissa would have other people enter behind her while she studied their eyes. The never opened their eyes and they never missed naming the person correctly. Melissa couldn't explain how they did it.

They seemed to use the game for many different things. When they played hide-and-seek, one of them would go off to hide, while the other three held hands. Then the three seekers walked directly to the hiding place to fine the hider. They almost always found the hider immediately.

At one time, one of them found a web site for chess players. They started playing chess on the Internet and soon beat everyone they encountered. Maria hacked into a super-computer site that supposedly had the most sophisticated chess program in the world. Once the game started, the four girls again sat on the floor and held hands. Maria would stand and walk to the computer to place their move and wait for the computer's response. Then she joined the others on the floor for a few minutes while once again they formed their circle. They lost their first game, and tied the next two. They won the fourth game in thirty-three moves and the fifth game in twenty-eight moves. After the fifth game they logged off. The computer company tried in vain to trace the hook-up, but they never did find out who beat their computer.

 

After Cynthia completed several months of tutorials with the Madison professor, she started bugging Kimmay. Kimmay began spending a couple hours per week with Cynthia, instructing her on String Theory and Energy Tunneling. Cynthia slowly pulled more and more time from Kimmay and after another six months, Cynthia was meeting with Kimmay two hours a day for six days a week. Kimmay had to call for reinforcements.

Tiffany was more advanced than Kimmay in theory, and she began working over the computer with Cynthia. At age four, Cynthia began her theory work with Tiffany. At age five, she made her first trip to Switzerland. Cynthia met with Dr. Howard Stevens and was given an intensive two-week introduction to chip manufacturing. The manufacturing problems finally slowed down Cynthia. 'Primitive' was her term for chip manufacturing. She began studying chip manufacturing and with Tiffany and Dr. Stevens' help, she gained access to the best minds in the world.

The best part was that Cynthia was able to tutor Maria and the twins. Kimmay and Tiffany were able to return to their own business without the constant time drain they had with Cynthia. But they weren't totally off the hook. They still received weekly questions from the girls. The most intriguing questions were posed to both Kimmay and Tiffany.

"Can a photon exist in two locations simultaneously, interact on different energy levels simultaneously, and transfer those interactions instantly to another photon, irregardless of distance and gravity wells?"

Kimmay said "No". Tiffany said "No". The girls said "Yes". Kimmay said "How? Prove it." The girls sat on the floor with their legs crossed and invited Kimmay to sit with them. The five of them joined hands and closed their eyes. Twenty minutes later, Kimmay stood and thanked the girls. When she reached her condominium, Kimmay called Tiffany. "They're right, you know. Get ready, the world is going to change and change fast."

Kimmay was slightly premature. Manufacturing difficulties stumped the girls for several years. It wasn't until Cynthia was ten years old that the four of them solved the major problems. In their research laboratory in Lucerne, Dr. Stevens, under the direction of the girls, led a team to begin designing their new equipment. Biochemists from around the world were hired to invent the synthesis routes to produce the specialty chemicals that the girls needed. The synthetic enzymes were thousands of times more specific in their ability to etch and place exotic inorganic nano-cages on the germanium chips. Those chips were used to make even more exotic and specific chemicals. Finally, those new chemicals were used to etch the next generation of tunneling chips.

When their first chip was handed to Tiffany she smiled and broke out the chocolate sundaes. One week later Dr. Stevens brought the chip up to full power and it disappeared. It slipped out of this universe and ended up in a multi-dimensional universe with no time or gravity. A few minutes later the chip sent back a solid gold sphere that floated above the table. Tiffany put on glove and gave it a slight nudge with her finger. It slowly floated across the room and passed through a wall with no apparent change in the wall. They walked into the adjacent room and Tiffany plucked the gold sphere out of the air.

Tiffany and Dr. Stevens just grinned at each other. "Pure momentum through time-space, no affect from gravitons or matter in this universe, and yet I can handle and manipulate it with an out-of-phase glove. On top of that, we have transmutation of elements. Do we need to prove anything else?"

Stevens laughed, "I don't have a friggin' clue as to what we just did. But I'll bet those kids know what to do with this."

"I'll bet they do," Tiffany answered. "Do you think they'll tell us someday?" Tiffany placed the gold sphere in mid-air and pushed it back towards the other room.

They walked into the other room and Tiffany again caught the gold sphere. They walked over to the large harness-network set up on the workbench and Stevens asked, "Do you really think this will work?"

"Try it."

"Return now," he said. The gold sphere disappeared and the chip reappeared. "Damn that's scary," he said with a grin.

 

 

CHAPTER 13

 

So how do girls who are rich and beautiful go about finding the right man to marry? They advertise of course. Advertising for Kristal was easy. She knew what she wanted to do and she knew where to go. She gave a few interviews and made a few telephone calls and announced that Krysallis would return to Hollywood after the completion of her second term. That was almost five years away, but she didn't have to wait that long to find the right man for her plan.

Kristal began inviting movie stars and executives to the White House. She began working her way back into their society and looking for the best opportunities for changing her future marital status. In the presence of the entertainment people she began using her stage name again. Krysallis was re-building her name and with it the value of that name. She made a few cameo appearances on television shows and movies. She always used her Krysallis name in the screen credits.

The extra media attention also helped her political career. With Ginger out of the picture, Kristal had no serious contenders for the 2036 election, and she won in a landslide. The added media attention contributed to that landslide, but so did the actual world of politics. Things had improved immensely since the start of her administration.

Kristal had struggled her first term to just keep the United States out of bankruptcy. It had been a difficult task and at times seemed to be bogged down interminably in personality and political conflicts. More than once, foreign governments with an axe to grind had made nasty threats. For almost twenty-five years the United States had been the world's obnoxious bully, and now was the time for retribution. But somehow Kristal held things together.

Her activities with the aliens and Linda in particular did not help her during her first administration. Linda did help get Kristal elected President. She had stopped the previous administration from committing some grievous acts and possibly taking the United States into a coup. Few people ever knew how close the country was to the precipice. But after the election, Kristal released the sad truth about the country. She relinquished the government's iron grip on the press, and the truth began to filter out. People found out how corrupt the previous administrations had been, and eventually they learned the real truth about the country's true rulers; a handful of uber-rich families that had run the United States for their own personal enrichment. They had stolen trillions from the people. They had stolen so much money that the Federal government had to beg foreign governments to extend enough credit just to pay utility bills.

The financial situation grew worse as the oil industry began to flounder. That had been the backbone of the U.S. economy, and it was the industry that the uber-rich families had controlled until Kimmay invented cheap energy. As the economy faltered and then turned into a nosedive, people lost jobs and savings, and then hope. Their comfortable futures had been lost to a handful of Swiss and Panamanian banks that now held their money in secret bank accounts.

Without hope the people began to grow restless. Under the old regime they at least had food on the table and the glimmer of a future. It had been a mirage, but they didn't know that. The people had grown very soft, and instead of working harder they wanted to reminisce about the good old days that Kristal had destroyed. Kristal? Someone had to take the blame. And once their blame was focused on Kristal, everything she did was exaggerated into larger errors and mistakes.

The atmosphere was perfect for Ginger Winch, and she grasped her opportunities with obvious glee. She fanned the flames of discontent and made everything for Kristal that much harder. She portrayed Kristal first as a demagogue and then transformed her into the devil incarnate. She was the pawn of Linda and aliens who were intent on destroying Earth and everything on it.

In all of her bluster and screaming, Ginger was closer to the truth than even she knew. At one point, it was made entirely clear to Kristal that the aliens did indeed intend to destroy the human race and take over the planet. But Kimmay and the Keepers prevented their plan. Kimmay and the Keepers had saved the planet in full view of the world. They exposed the aliens and Ginger at the same time. The performance by the Keeper had several positive effects beyond the destruction of Ginger's religious and political power.

People realized how much they had almost lost. And that taught them how important it was to keep what they had. They began to work together just a little more than they had in the past. Kristal was given credit for what she had accomplished in just keeping the world from blowing up. Instead of stonewalling, certain foreign governments and financial institutions started cooperating. Almost two trillion of the stolen funds were returned to the U.S. Treasury. The members of the notorious families were one by one being extradited back to face justice. Things started looking better. For the first time in three years, the light at the end of the tunnel seemed to be more than a mere flicker.

Political life became much easier for President Horn. She promised to make the restoration of the Twenty Second Amendment to the Constitution the number one priority of her second term. Even if the new amendment to again limit Presidential terms to two terms was not ratified by the end of her term, Kristal promised to step down and not run for re-election. In spite of making herself a lame duck, she accomplished great deeds during her second term. She managed to purge many of the worst abuses of state power and she returned many of the rights that had been lost. Fear would no longer be used as an excuse to spy and control the citizens.

Citizens would again be able to go to the Internet or library and read anything they wanted, without the government looking over their shoulder. The official government list of censored books was burned, eliminating censorship and allowing free speech. Strong laws were passed to make it illegal for the CIA and FBI and NSA to spy on American citizens ever again. It was again unlawful to secretly search a citizen's home without open and due process through a court of law. People could drive their cars and take buses and trains without having to identify themselves and their passengers. Routine roadblocks by the police were eliminated. Real freedom had returned under Kristal's second term. It was indeed a great second term.

And during that term she used her goodwill and extra time to begin her life's second great task. The inauguration of the Matriarchy was to soon begin. By the time she left office, Kristal had made numerous arrangements and plans. Contracts were signed and wheels were put in motion. Scripts had already been written and filming began sixty days after her departure from the White House. Marathon photo sessions were held and public appearances were made. Dinners were held and meetings arranged. Kristal was young again, as young as the first time she had come to Hollywood. She had more energy and savvy than ever before. And she had a plan.

Krysallis was back.

Her first movie was a remake of the Marilyn Monroe classic, Some Like It Hot. A gender bender seemed appropriate for Krysallis' first movie, and the public agreed. It was a great success and heralded Krysallis' return. The movie was modified to make sure that the two cross-dressers were utterly believable and beautiful. In the movie, Krysallis' character chased the crossdressers as much as they chased her. Krysallis was much more assertive and aggressive than Marilyn Monroe had been. And, if it was possible, she was more beautiful. For promotional appearances both male co-stars were instructed to always dress and act like women. Krysallis insisted on the arrangement and the stunt attracted a large opening and insured more of a box office smash than she could have hoped for. It quickly became a cult movie and an endearing return for Krysallis. Female fans came dressed as Krysallis and male fans, emulating the male stars, wore dresses and wigs with full makeup and jewelry.

In her second movie, Krysallis returned to her proven recipe; a romantic escapade with beautiful dresses and scenery. It was a lavish, high-budget film with original music and cinematography so grand that it won numerous awards. However, there was one obvious change; instead of the dear sweet girl meeting her Prince Charming, the roles were reversed. The pretty young man discovered in the end that he had been wooing the rich business woman. It was a rags to riches story for the hero rather than the heroine. And to clinch the new stereotypes, the young man beat out the macho athlete for the girl's affections.

In between movies, Krysallis shamelessly plugged her movies in interviews and appearances. Plus, she moonlighted as the face for a famous cosmetics firm. And on top of all of that she returned to the social circles of the movie industry. Once again the paparazzi chased her from one awards presentation to the next, but this time they had to contend with the secret service. They were not nearly as obnoxious or rude as before.

Just for fun, she fanned the questions of who was Krysallis' latest beau. But that question had been determined long ago. Before she left the White House, Krysallis had already narrowed the field for her future husband down to two men. She had invited both of them to the White House on different occasions and interviewed them for the job; although they didn't realize it at the time. There were differences between the two of them, but Krysallis had determined that either would satisfy her needs. And most importantly, Krysallis thought they were both cute. Once she had narrowed the field she presented herself to the public with both men. She teased the paparazzi and the gossip rags. One day it was Michael and the next day it was Adam. By the time Krysallis left the White House, both men were familiar visitors to the entire staff.

While the men should have hated the uncertainty and the games, they in fact loved the attention. The most beautiful and powerful woman in the world was interested in each of them. They had access to the world's greatest power center and the attention of everyone. They adored the attention of both Krysallis and the world. It was the world's greatest ego trip and neither man was willing to step off the ride.

Krysallis was in no hurry to make a decision. After leaving public service, her time and attention was devoted to establishing her career. A key part of that process was remaining potentially available. The married woman can sometimes disappear from the limelight, and Krysallis wasn't ready for that. Once she had firmly established her career, then she could think about the next step. But as long as she remained the most beautiful and eligible woman in the world, the gossip rags and TV shows kept her name and face in play and in front of the fans. Her career was going ballistic.

Even before she made her final decision public, she decided to start favoring the winner in the Krysallis sweepstakes. Michael was a wonderful man. He was on the short side, but in great condition and extremely handsome. His father was the owner of the largest independent studio in the U.S., and was also an icon in the movie industry and respected for his intelligence and business savvy. He had a far-reaching entertainment empire, including chains of movie theaters and DVD sales from production to retail. And he was a nice man. He liked Krysallis and she was confident that she would be able to quickly gain his complete trust and eventual control of his business empire.

But Michael was no Adam. Adam was the tall, dark and handsome type. Krysallis wasn't short, she was five foot seven inches in her stockings, but Adam was four inches taller. Krysallis liked the idea of being seen with a tall man. His genes would be good contributors to Krysallis' future daughters. There was nothing wrong with being taller than average. It would help the girls with their authority and power.

Adam was slim, not skinny, but thin. Being tall and thin he would make a great marquee for the new male fashions of the future. She also liked his eyes. Adam had large eyes with thick, curly lashes; another great attribute to pass on to the girls. His only physical drawback was minor and easily correctable; he had a very hairy chest. Krysallis actually liked his hairy chest, and if the situation had been different she would have enjoyed twisting her fingers in that hair after a session of passionate lovemaking. But it was a small sacrifice that they would have to make.

Best of all was Adam's family situation. He was an only child and heir to the largest entertainment empire in the world. This empire wasn't centered in Hollywood though. Adam's father was Indian and he worked out of Bollywood. He almost owned Bollywood. Adam's father had started from scratch and built a considerable fortune by the time he was forty-five. After establishing his empire and building his net worth to several billion dollars, he decided it was time for a family. He searched the world until he found his future bride. She was a Swedish beauty with a minor career in movies. He discovered her in Germany and brought her to India with promises of a movie career. Unfortunately, Adam's mother just didn't have the talent for movies. Nevertheless, Adam's mother and father married in an elaborate ceremony in Ceylon.

They were very much in love when they married, but their passion slowly seeped away as Adam's father continued to bury his time and energy in his business. At the age of fifty he tried to salvage a doomed marriage. They had one child before Adam's mother gave up and returned to Sweden. It was not a bitter divorce, and Adam's father was very generous when she left. All he asked for was his son.

Adam attended the best schools in India and had private tutors to insure he did well in those schools. As Adam approached high school, his father decided that he needed more international exposure. If Adam were going to some day run his father's empire, he would need the best connections and contacts in the world. Adam went to England for high school and college. By the time he was ready to return to his father's side in India, he was more English than Indian.

Adam was young and rich and the world was his oyster. It wasn't that he was a spoiled rich kid, as much as he was still filled with wanderlust. He eventually made his way to America. He found himself in Hollywood, and he became interested in a small independent movie studio. His father hoped that he was finally finding himself. He wanted Adam in the entertainment industry and that is where Adam ended up. He was happy to finance his son's little enterprise.

Adam surprised his father. He truly had found himself while in Hollywood, and he did a nice job with the indy studio. His father was ready to expand his empire from Asia to America, and if his son continued to progress as he was doing, Adam would soon be taking control of some very large acquisitions. Because the dollar amount was going to be enormous, and father still had some concerns, he sent one of his lieutenants to Hollywood to setup the initial phases of the business, and to take Adam under his wing. He was to instruct Adam in the finer points of running an empire.

And then Adam did something that totally awed his father. Adam became a personal friend of the President of the United States of America. It was an awesome accomplishment in Adam's father's eyes. He was overwhelmed for several reasons. The power of the Presidency was nothing to be trifled with. But even better, the President was the world famous Krysallis; the most beautiful and eligible single-woman on the face of the planet. Krysallis' name and visage were magic as far as Father was concerned. He practically idolized her, and if he could no longer have the most beautiful woman on the planet, he could live vicariously through his son.

And of course there was the business potential. Father was ready to move into American entertainment and could there possibly be a better icon to have on his team than Krysallis? Or in his movies? Father was so proud of Adam that he knew his son was ready for the big time. He would begin his move into the American entertainment market and Adam would handle the American-side of his empire. Or so Father thought. Krysallis had other ideas.

Adam was intelligent, let there be no doubt about that. And while he was not as driven as his father, he was not without ambition. He would have ably managed his father's American enterprise, but Adam was no match for Krysallis. Krysallis had been bred to manipulate and control people. There was only one person in the world better than Krysallis, and she was finishing her jail sentence. Krysallis quickly gained Father's confidence and had no trouble manipulating Adam. She became the de-facto head of the entire world-wide enterprise. She prepared the business for their daughter's future ascension.

From the very beginning of their relationship, Krysallis began molding Adam into the fashion mannequin that she wanted. Even while she was still in the White House, she started thinking about the fashions and the evolution that she would work through. After Adam won the best lottery in the world, Krysallis began changing his appearance. Krysallis had decided on a handful of changes that Adam would have to make in his appearance. First, he would wear his hair longer. He had thick hair with no signs of genetic balding in his family. She convinced him to let his hair grow, and she would periodically take him to the salon to have it styled and cut. As it began to approach his shoulders, Krysallis took him to Simon and George. Adam had very dark hair, not quite black, but close. George colored his hair deep black, raven black he called it, and Simon gave him a body perm with waves. Adam's new hairstyle wasn't curly, but neither was it straight. It had some character and flow, and looked very good on him.

Next, she asked Adam to remove his chest hair. It wasn't very hard to convince him. During one of their lovemaking sessions she confessed that she didn't like men with body hair. She detested leg hair but could tolerate it if necessary. But she hated chest hair on a man. She would be much more comfortable and passionate if his chest was smooth and clean. That was all the convincing it took. He started shaving his chest, but Krysallis complained that it was always stubbly. Adam began going to salons to have his chest waxed and that pleased Krysallis. She let Adam know how pleased she was. After a year of having to get waxed every three weeks or so, he succumbed to Krysallis pressure to be done with the hassle and have the hair permanently removed by laser.

The third item on Krysallis' list was his nails. She hated men with long, dirty nails. "You look like a common laborer with nails like that. A cultured and powerful man takes care of his appearance, his entire appearance. A weekly manicure is the sign of a powerful and cultured man." Adam agreed, and Krysallis arranged for a manicurist to visit his office once a week. Eventually Krysallis even had him start using a light translucent color on his nails.

And the final change she requested was his height. She knew that the best female models were the tall thin girls. They could wear almost anything and make it look good. She was going to use Adam as a male fashion plate and the taller he was the better. She told Adam that she preferred tall men. When she walked down the red carpet in front of the cameras she needed to make a powerful statement to her millions of fans. There was nothing better than being on the arm of a tall, handsome man. Adam needed to be that man. Even though he was already four inches taller than Krysallis, she convinced him to never wear shoes with a heel less than two inches. And not just any shoes were acceptable. She didn't want him in clunky platform shoes with heavy soles. She found an Italian cobbler that would gladly make custom shoes for Krysallis, in exchange for the publicity that she would give him. She asked him to make special heels for Adam as well. The soles were thin like a woman's shoe, and the heels were thinner than any conventional male shoe, though not as thin as the heel on a woman's shoe. For the most part the shoes usually looked like an expensive men's shoe, but once in a while he received a pair with straps rather than laces. They were perfect for the new Adam.

It wasn't long before the fashion houses of Europe were using the same shoes on their male models. It took several years, but the new shoe fashion made its way into the mainstream: even the strap shoes. As long as the shoes didn't look too feminine, the general male population liked looking taller.

The new, taller Adam made a dashing fashion model. His dark, wavy hair and tall stature made him the ideal companion for Krysallis. When she wasn't on location, Krysallis attended three or four formal occasions each month. She always dressed in the most glamorous and feminine fashions. She made frilly and feminine look good. Really good! While the cameras were there for her, they also recorded her handsome boyfriend and eventual husband. She began using Adam to make a new fashion statement for men.

At the first couple of banquets Adam wore a white tux with long coattails. Each award ceremony found Adam with a slightly longer coat, and it was always a white. White became his trademark color. It became the color for rich, good-looking men. After half a dozen PR affairs, his tie came off. Then his top shirt button opened, and eventually two or three buttons would be open. His smooth, clean-shaven chest was slowly unveiled for the public to see.

Adam always wore jewelry. Whenever Krysallis wore diamond drop earrings, Adam wore diamond studs. When Krysallis wore gold earrings, Adam wore gold hoops. Adam's earrings were always coordinated with Krysallis' earrings. In addition, he usually wore a gold necklace. Sometimes it was a plain necklace, herringbone or some other simple style, and other times it was a thin chain with a small pendant. The necklaces were nothing too dainty or feminine, but always a nice counterpart to Krysallis' jewelry.

The fashion observers noticed and applauded Adam's fashion sense. He was conservative in his attire, masculine but not stuffy. He received nice comments from the bloggers and gossipers. Encouraged by the kind remarks and positive reviews, he allowed Krysallis to make most of his fashion and clothing decisions. Over the years she slowly moved him towards more interesting fashions. She usually kept him in white and she liked the idea of a long coat. After they were married, the long coat grew even longer and almost reached the floor. For a coat that long, the usual tuxedo materials and coat design were too heavy and bulky. She had her designers switch to light weight cotton for starters and eventually by the time the girls were born, he was wearing long silk coats that were starting to appear more like robes.

The sleeves opened up into a bell shape, and collars disappeared relatively early in the evolutionary process. Buttons eventually disappeared and were replaced with a sash. The sash was white of course, but eventually over the years became bright colors like orange or yellow. Much later the buttons returned below the sash and closed the robe to give it the shape of a skirt or dress. The lighter fabric allowed his shirt to evolve into a lighter material also. Over the years he wore a number of different styles including poet shirts, collarless styles, the occasional peasant blouse and once in a while a sleeveless style.

In very formal situations, Adam's dress regressed backwards into more conservative styles from earlier years. And when the occasion allowed, Krysallis dressed him in more provocative attire. At times he wore a sari style robe with one bare arm. The sari reached to the floor the first couple of times, but on one or two occasions thereafter the hem rose to mid-calf. Krysallis called it his Buddhist Monk style.

Never did she embarrass him with a new style. If Adam felt uncomfortable with something, he didn't wear it. Krysallis never tried to force something on him before he was ready. Krysallis knew that they were in this for the long run and she had no need to push anything too fast. Adam was comfortable with the styles that Krysallis created and as he became more comfortable he became willing to try more non-conventional fashions. Several years into their marriage, he agreed to a curlier permanent and he even began wearing one of Krysallis' new fragrances for men. At Krysallis' request, in the summer he would shave his legs for shorts or swim trunks. If Adam had been able to look ahead at the fashion changes he would make over the upcoming years, he would undoubtedly have felt uncomfortable and probably effeminate. But looking the opposite direction, he never had second doubts, and he never felt that Krysallis had diminished his masculinity.

It was an affirmation of Krysallis' talents. And it had a great influence on the fashion industry. The most successful of Krysallis' fashion changes was Adam's evolution into his long robe or pseudo-sari. The impact turned out to be more with material than the actual design of the robe. To make the robes lighter and cooler Krysallis switched to very light fabrics of polyester or silk. The lighter fabrics were in some cases almost see-through. Best of all, they were soft and comfortable against the skin. Men discovered that they liked these types of fabrics, and they began finding their way into underclothes and sleeping clothes, as well as shirts and shorts.

 

After returning to Hollywood full time, it took three years before Krysallis felt comfortable with her career. She was confident that it had been re-established and was on solid ground, and she could begin looking into the next phase of her life. She was almost twenty-eight and getting close to the time for children. She proposed to Adam in the fall of 2043 and they were married in the spring of 2044.

Adam's father was eighty-one years old when his son married Kristal "Krysallis" Horn. It was the proudest day of Father's life. It was also the day that he finally announced the inevitable. We would have to step down from his position as the head of his enormous empire, and hand over the reigns to his son. He decided on the timetable and announced that in five years Adam would have control of a 35 billion dollar empire. That announcement didn't faze Krysallis in the slightest. She knew who would actually have control, and the timing pleased her.

Adam and Krysallis' wedding was an extravagant affair. Father flew all of the wedding guests to his private island off the coast of Ceylon. It didn't matter where they were flying from; he sent charter flights and handled almost one thousand guests. Krysallis obviously didn't have that many friends, but she would. Once she had operational control of the family business, Father's business friends would be Krysallis' friends. She had Father's photographer take pictures of every guest and attach a name to the picture. Krysallis always thought ahead.

Krysallis' side of the wedding party was small. Even though she had been President, she had left most of that life behind her. The majority of the politician's that she had dealt with were hypocrites of monumental stature and she had no desire to enlarge their egos with an invitation to the wedding of the decade. The only business associates she invited were from her new life in Hollywood. Counting family and personal friends, Krysallis invited less than one hundred guests.

Jennifer was Krysallis' maid of honor. Her bridesmaids included her sister Karen, Melissa, Kimmay, Valerie and Tiffany. Her custom made dress cost fifty thousand dollars. Krysallis agreed to a complete photo shoot in the dress after she returned from her honeymoon, and then return the gown to her fashion house sponsor. In exchange, her fashion house donated the gown for the wedding. The bridesmaid's dresses were also custom made by Krysallis' fashion house in Paris, and each cost almost ten thousand dollars. Father picked up that tab.

The wedding was a week-long affair. People arrived several days early and stayed for a week after the actual ceremony. The local resort hotel was filled with wedding guests and everyone was welcome to enjoy Father's hospitality. They spent their days on the golf courses and beaches or in the ocean, and their evenings in the local casino and nightclubs. Father spent his days relaxing in his mansion and sealing mega-deals with his business partners. There is nothing like a wedding to bring out the goodwill and cooperation between partners and friends. Father spent millions for the wedding, and recouped every penny with the deals that he consummated. Adam and Krysallis' empire had made great strides thanks to their own nuptials.

Adam and Krysallis were ready to leave the morning after the wedding. Krysallis invited her closest friends and family to a private brunch where she thanked everyone and said her good-byes. Then Adam and Krysallis left on a private jet for three weeks in Africa and Europe. They visited the game parks in South Africa, the national parks in Botswana and Tanzania, and Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe. They spent a couple of days on the Red Sea, and they checked out the pyramids of Egypt, followed by Istanbul, Rome, Venice, Zurich, Davos, Paris and Berlin. In Davos they were the guests of Tiffany at her mountain villa.

Three weeks later, fully rested and tanned, the newlyweds returned to Hollywood to continue their conquest of the American entertainment industry. Adam was becoming an adept businessman, and with Krysallis looking over his shoulder they rarely made a bad decision. As a team they were almost infallible. Father began shifting control of various companies to the Hollywood couple, which they absorbed with aplomb and dexterity. The administrative skills that Krysallis had learned as executive of a huge bureaucracy served them well. She was able to help Adam set up executive over-sight committees, and show him the art of delegation without losing control. Best of all, Krysallis had learned how to make difficult decisions.

When the going got tough, Krysallis took control. She usually handled the decision making behind closed doors and she never over shadowed or embarrassed her husband in front of anyone. The smarter people learned who made the decisions, and the smartest ones learned to never go around Adam to get to Krysallis. When someone did try to make an end-run Krysallis sliced off their balls and handed them back without a trace of pity.

While much of Krysallis' motivation was centered on business, she did love her husband. She was intent on creating an empire to hand to her daughters, and she fully expected them to use their advantages to further the Matriarchy. But she never forgot Adam. She manipulated him to accomplish the things she wanted, but what woman never tried to manipulate or exploit her husband? She never did anything to hurt him, or do anything that wasn't in the best interests of her husband and family. Was there any difference between how Krysallis operated and how a patriarch would act? Didn't patriarchs marry wealthy or trophy wives? The goal for both is ultimately to create health and wealth and hand it to the next generation. That was Krysallis' desire also.

Adam and Krysallis had three daughters together. The first was Jenny, named after Krysallis' best friend Jennifer. Jenny was born May 1, 2045. The second daughter was named after Krysallis' older sister, Karen. Karen was born August 17 a year later. And their third daughter, Melissa was born December 15 the following year. All three girls were given their mother's last name. The Horn Dynasty and matriarchy had begun.

A fourth daughter joined the family later. Jennifer remained Krysallis' right arm for the rest of her career. With the secret service guarding Krysallis, Jennifer moved into the executive suite and handled Krysallis' day-to-day requirements. Jennifer never married. Part of the reason was her devotion to Krysallis, but part of the reason was due to Jennifer's disposition. She was not marriage material. She was married to Krysallis and didn't have the time to give to a husband. She never regretted her decision. Working and living with Krysallis had its perks and she enjoyed her life with Krysallis.

However, Jennifer was not celibate. She dated men and enjoyed being with men. To be blunt, Jennifer enjoyed sex with men and that is what she used them for. She had one male friend with whom she remained friendly for many years. They both led their own lives and did what they wanted. Her male friend never married either, but together they did have one daughter. Jennifer named her Crystal.

Crystal lived primarily with her mother, although she spent occasional weekends and vacations with her father. Jennifer's open life-style allowed Crystal's father to visit whenever he wanted and stay as long as he wanted. Sometimes the three of them presented a normal nuclear family for months at a time. Then either Jennifer or the father would return to something or someone else.

Crystal spent her early years in the presence of Krysallis' girls. Each of Krysallis' girls had her own nanny. Krysallis wanted her daughters near her, so the girls and their nannies spent their early years in the special nursery at the family offices. The offices were an eleven story building in downtown Los Angeles, and the ninth floor belonged to only four people; Krysallis and Jennifer, and Adam and his male assistant. That left the rest of the ninth floor for the girls. Crystal came to work with Jennifer every morning and spent the day playing with the Horn girls.

When the girls were old enough, they were sent to private schools. All of the girls, including Crystal went to the same schools. The all remained the best of friends their entire lives. When she reached school age, Crystal was given her own bedroom at Krysallis' mansion, and she spent as much time there as at home with Jennifer. Because they spent so much time together, they were all considered sisters. Krysallis made it semi-official when she and Adam agreed that Crystal would share in the family fortune. The business would be consolidated into a single Foundation registered of course in the proper 'tax-friendly' country. Jenny, Karen, Melissa and Crystal would each have equal control and ownership. The girls would make a formidable team.

 

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