The Temptations of Babylon 8 


Postlude


I woke the next morning still feeling light and
content. The ambiguous feelings I had been having
every since I arrived had disappeared. With their
disappearance was a new confidence and contentment. 

Christine was making breakfast when I walked into the
kitchen. I walked up behind her and wrapped her in my
arms kissing her neck. She squealed in surprise and
turned in my arms. 

"Well," she said when she noticed I had arrived sans
clothing. I leaned forward and kissed her. It was not
a kiss of passion but one of affection and love. She
drew back from the kiss and a puzzled look crossed her
face. I'm sure she expected a randy boy when she saw
how I had showed up, but instead she was being held by
a lover. She looked into my eyes and saw those
feelings for her, teared up and hugged me as tightly
as she could. I held her with as much affection.

"You've changed," she said.

"No. Not really. I've just realized some things I
should have always known," I told her.

"I'm glad," she added.

I kissed her again and asked, "So, Jack left the
books?"

She smiled, "I don't have any idea what you are
talking about."

"How much of this was choreographed by Uncle Jack?
Exactly how was it all done?" I asked.

She just smiled. "Does it really matter?"

I thought about it and agreed, "No, I suppose it
doesn't."

Christine brought my face down to hers and kissed me.
"The girls are going to be so happy." She turned off
the stove.

"Hey wait a minute," I said. "Just because I love you
doesn't mean you can stop feeding me. I'm a growing
boy."

She reached down and stroked my cock. "Oh goody. I
like a growing boy. Don't worry. I won't let you
starve. I'll stoke the furnace as much as you need."

She started walking toward the bedroom leading me by
my rapidly growing cock. On the way, she hit the
communication buttons and yelled into the speaker,
"Orgy in the bedroom. Last one in gets no breakfast!"

In the bedroom Christine threw off her dress and we
fell, kissing, onto the bed. Shortly, I heard the
rumbles of feet and girlish yells as the girls came
rushing into the bedroom and jumped onto the bed with
us. 

"You were last." "No you were." "No, you."

They settled in and looked at Christine with
curiosity. 

"Mike took the bait hook, line and sinker. He's ours!"
she told them.

I was instantly buried under four kissing, laughing,
crying women. I relaxed as they started kissing me all
over. At last, I knew - I'm already in Heaven. Heaven
is where you are - if you choose to make it Heaven.