SAFEHAVEN Ep. 010: FIDDLE STYX

mAiNeDROIDS: Nikki Pope and Jared Temple!

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Waterloo, Maine!

"I think this is the turnoff. It's been so many years I'm just not certain."

"Road looks overgrown." Passenger Jared Temple looked out the windshield at an angle, "I don't see powerlines going out there."

"A cabin doesn't always have power Jared. My grandparents liked it off the grid. It was more of a hunting retreat. Grampa Nate was big on fishing. I recall a really fertile stream of trout when I was little. Did your parents ever take you fishing before OASIIS took you from them?"

"No. My parents were white collar junkies. Dad was too good to get his hands dirty. Mom was an alcoholic."

"I did know that. If it wouldn't put them or us in harm's way, we could reunite you with them."

"They think I'm dead. OASIIS faked my death. It would kill them to learn I'm alive still. I love my parents, but I think it's better we steer clear of them. They would be the first people the military would stakeout. With your grandparents deceased at least General Hardesty won't think to look for us up here. Are you sure this cabin wasn't sold off by your parents?"

"I don't think so. My parents hated it up here, so they probably just let it rot. Don't be surprised if rodents aren't living in the cabin after all this time. Either hunters or kids out partying probably broke out the windows and took what few items my grandpa had. Considering our android bodies don't suffer from extreme temperatures we won't even need to chop firewood to stay warm when winter hits."

"Yeah, but if we have any visitors, it might look weird with no fire or windows or food. We have to show some semblance of humanity."

"And I was the rational one." She smiled at him. "Good thinking!" Pulling off the main road Nikki drove slowly through the thicket of overhanging tree branches and shrubbery. A dirt road led them back over a half mile before she noted smoke. "I see chimney smoke. Somebody must have staked a claim on the cabin. Darn it!"

"Stop here! Let's go in on foot and case the new owners out. I can use my stealth mode like a Bigfoot and go invisible."

"Do Bigfoots really do that? That sounds silly."

"Any sillier than us living inside alien androids that can shoot laser beam eyes?"

"Wait! What? You can shoot laser beam eyes?"

"Assassin androids, remember? This baby I call home has hundreds of ways to kill a person. I just try not to think about that part. So not a killer!"

"I'm proud of you Jared! Even if you used me earlier and messed up revealing our first names. Our last name has to be different."

"Right! There are millions of Nikki's and Jared's out there. I mean I could brain swipe Venus and she would forget our names. I can change mine to Steve or something. You could be Ginger."

"I am not a Ginger." She giggled and braked the F-150. Shutting it off they sat there a minute. "I can't go stealth like you can. Maybe you should go in first and keep me posted telepathically."

"I can do that." He quietly opened the door and climbed down, closing it after going invisible. "Be right back."

"Be careful!"

"I'm a walking arsenal, they better be careful."

"Don't get caught!" She watched as if she could see him them realized she could. It had rained up here recently and he was leaving footprints in the damp soil. "So much for stealth."

"It's not like I can levitate. That feature didn't seem to be available." He told her as he walked along. "I'm cutting through the timber." Deviating from the path to avoid further prints he traversed the overgrowth pretty well. Bugs didn't bother him. Even if a snake bit him he wouldn't suffer for it. Venom would only be stored as another weapon possibility. Cuts and scratches healed immediately without blood loss. Although the bodies did mimic blood flow that was only a deceptive measure. "Making my dick smaller. It's annoying when it slaps my legs with every step."

"Whose fault is that? Stop thinking you're Adonis."

"I am Adonis! I like that name, maybe I'll adopt that as an alternative to Jared."

"I am not calling you Adonis."

Stepping over a fallen tree a sudden snap halted Jared in his tracks. "I'd say ow if I felt pain."

"What happened?"

"Bear trap, I think. I stepped on it and set it off. Luckily, my bones don't break." He crouched to pry the jaws away from his torn polymer flesh. Stepping out of it he cast it aside and watched his skin heal. "Good as new! Glad I didn't get my dick caught in that." He had a good laugh. "Whoever is out here must be a trapper. Although that trap looked awful rusty. Least I don't need a tetanus shot." Moving on without so much as a limp he ended up in a clearing. "At the cabin. Uh? It doesn't look rundown. New roof it looks like."

"Can you allow me to see through your eyes?"

"Good EYEdea!" He chuckled! "Can you see my location?"

"Yes! This will come in handy. I don't see a car or even a motorcycle."

"I'll go around the cabin, maybe it's parked in back."

"That or whoever lives there is gone. My luck they'll come back and can't get through due to the truck."

"Worry about it if it happens." Jared proceeded to circle the cabin. Caught off guard a hound dog lying chained on the back porch picked up on his footsteps. More prints in the wet ground unfortunately. Tensing up he applied telepathy toward the dog in hopes to calm it. "Nice puppy! Jared, friend!" The dog tilted its head from side to side bewildered by the voice and no physical body to associate it with. "I always wanted a dog. Can I keep him, Nikki?"

"I'm not your mom, I'm your daughter." She chuckled. "In theory! Check the house. The dog is adorable. I love bloodhounds and their floppy ears. He looks well fed and taken care of."

"Right! I'm afraid to step up the porch will creak. Let me do a scan of the interior." The dog baying attracted someone, the back door opened up and a really old man with a cane tapped the threshold. "Or not!"

"What's got you riled up Beowulf?"

"Beowulf? Cool name! Hi, Beowulf." Jared actually reached out and touched the dog. Cringing he laid his head over his paws and whimpered. He did enjoy being petted. Licking an invisible hand Beowulf became friends.

"Jared? I think that man is blind." His eyes were narrow and subtle as if not effected by daylight.

"Squirrel's annoying you?"

"No, I did. I was out hiking and stumbled upon your cabin." Jared took the chance. The old man didn't even flinch.

"At least you're not a Jehovah's Witness. Are ya?"

"No." Jared laughed. "Sorry if I spooked you. I didn't expect to find anyone out here."

"You sound an awful lot like my grandson Chism. Haven't heard from him in years. He went off to join the Army and lost contact. His parents were killed in a car crash. Times got tough so the locals around here offered me this hellhole."

"I see. Chism is a cool name. I'm Jared." Oops again!

"Will you stop telling people your real name."

"Sorry Nikki! I talk before I think."

"I can see and hear that." She slapped her forehead and lay her arms over the steering wheel. "Find out who he is and run a background check via your computer."

"Right! What's your name Beowulf's owner?"

"Homer Keith! Nice to meet you, young man."

"You too Sir! You look like you've adjusted well to living out here in the middle of nowhere."

"My needs are met. The locals buy me groceries and clothes are donated. Free medical at the clinic."

"That's awesome! I think Beowulf likes me." Now that he had gone visible. He did sniff at Jared a lot now. A few times he had to nudge the canine's snout away from his deflated penis, now sized at seven inches, half his former glory. With the man blind he felt safe.

"You a nudist?" Homer caught on.

"You can see me?"

"Naw! I just don't hear any shuffle of clothing. No backpack struggles! No cologne!"

"Sharp senses!"

"Blind all my life you pick up on things. No boot leather even."

"Oh, he is good!" Nikki sat amazed seeing and hearing everything through Jared's advanced tech. "Be careful how you respond. Don't let him think you're a threat."

"Can I be honest with you Homer?"

"You ain't been?"

"No, I mean I'm honest, I just well, my clothes are in my truck up the road. I like nature hikes and feeling the freedom. I'm sorry if my nudity offends you."

"Can't see nothing! You're fine!"

"Listen! Is there anything I can do for you out here? I feel like I owe you for my stupidity."

"No harm son. Long as you don't get frisky. I might have to shove my cane up your backside." He laughed. "Nice having someone to talk to. Why don't you go get dressed and come on back I'll make some coffee."

"Got hot chocolate?"

"I think I just might."

"Oh! Can I bring my daughter?"

"YOU IDIOT!" Nikki was disgusted. "Now he's going to think you live naked around your kid."

"She's a nudist too."

"OH, GOD! Make it worse why don't you."

"You brought your daughter along?"

"Yes! She sat in the truck afraid of the wildlife."

"Cougars and wolves in the area. Bear on occasion! None bother me because of Beowulf."

"That's good. I'll just run and grab Nikki." DAMMIT! "My daughter!"

"Is she a youngun?"

"Fifteen! The nudity thing isn't like that if you know what I mean. I just let her get away with it, so she doesn't give me a hard time."

"Suit yourselves! That's your life, lead it how you see fit."

"Thanks for understanding Homer. I'll be back shortly. You be a good boy Beowulf." Kiddy speak! "I'll bring you a pork rind."

"He'll love ya forever!"

"That deserves four or five." Jared laughed. "Give me ten minutes. Mind if I drive my truck up here?"

"Room out front. I don't drive as you can tell. I'm at the mercy of my neighbors from town. God bless 'em!"

"Thanks! See you shortly!" Beowulf followed him as far as his chain would allow.

"I trust you Beowulf. If you like the fella, I'll follow your instincts." At 85 what could he do in the end if the naked stranger was a threat. Best to be sociable!

Running down the path Jared returned to the F-150 and climbed in tracking mud onto the floorboard. Impossible not to he shrugged it off. Nikki knew it as well so didn't bitch about the housekeeping. "Why are we even doing this Jared? The cabin isn't vacant anymore. All we are doing is killing time."

"If we get on his good side, he might let us stay. We can help him out. I... I never got to know my real grandparents either side. Homer is really cool."

"Do not get attached!"

"Tell that to Beowulf."

"I know I'll get attached to him too." She sighed.

"Food for thought! He mentioned his grandson Chism. On my way back I ran Chism Keith and found him in the database from census! He's deceased! Killed in Iraq back in the 2010. I feel bad that Homer was never even informed of it. What if... I adopted Chism's identity around any visitors."

"Risky move! What if anyone knows Chism?"

"Bound to be photos in his home."

"He's blind! He only has the memory of his presence to go by."

"True! I need clothes! I know my body mass won't wear that Burton guys clothing." Stepping back outside the vehicle Jared opened the suicide doors and dug into the luggage Clint Burton had in reserve. Looking over a pair of blue jeans for size Jared devolved his android mass to fit the clothing. "Temporary! I like being huge. Once we figure this out we're going shopping."

"I like this size better."

"Don't get used to it. I will be bulking up like Banner." He laughed. "Incredible Hulk if you don't know who I'm talking about."

"I have seen the Avengers. Fine! Put those clothes on and let's do this. You're right! We do need to shop for clothes that fit. These boxers barely stay up. At least his t-shirts are long on me if I did lose them."

"He knows we're nudists."

"You maybe, I'm not. Stop making things harder than they have to be."

"Right!" Tucking in a t-shirt with his jeans Jared looked sharp. Socks over his dirty feet and tennis shoes, his feet shortening to size he looked good. Climbing back in he closed the doors and found a pair of sunglasses in the glove box. Placing them in his hair he smirked. "Want me to switch to Jensen Ackles?"

"No! But I'd call him daddy over you." Wink! Wink! "Here we go!" Engine fired up Nikki drove through the thicket and up to the cabin. Parking in front of the cabin the two got out and made their way to the back porch carrying their bag of snacks. Jared let Nikki feed Beowulf the pork rinds while he knocked.

"We're back Homer! Fully dressed too!" He called through the screen door. "Hot cocoa smells great." Made on a wood burning stove from a huge jug of water and a pan. No running water his friends brought him a huge water cooler to tide him over and to bath with from a pitcher and bowl like the good old days.

"Come on in young man. Bring your daughter."

"Once she stops hugging Beowulf." Jared laughed at Nikki's giddy reaction to the bloodhound. His howls were so cute. With limited water she knew the pooch could use a bath. No need to physically bathe in their android bodies they would constantly smell clean. Even the mud on Jared's feet would dust off and look normal over time. No real perspiration even clothing would smell fresh. Unless something was spilled on their attire there really wouldn't be any need to wash their clothing. Of course, Nikki would anyway.

"Hi, Mister Keith. I'm Nikki."

"Got a last name kids?'

"Crown!" She beat Jared to the punch. He was fine with the royalty. Looking around nothing much had changed on the interior outside of that new wood burning stove and a dining table. An old couch to sit on. A grandfather clock ticking away on batteries was about it in her immediate site. "You must get really lonely out here."

"She sounds like a cutie." Homer smiled showing off his dentures. "It does! I don't have much but it's home. The former owners abandoned this place, so the towns folk of Waterloo let me move in four years ago. Thereabouts!"

"I see!"

"Grab a cup from that shelf up there and help yourselves."

"I'm glad you have people who care about you Mister Keith." Nikki melted as she poured cocoa into two mugs. "We'll replace your kindness with a few provisions once we do some shopping."

"You two live around here?"

"My grandparents... used to. Well, they had a fishing cabin about like this one."

"Right! My parents passed away and we've been going down memory lane. We do like Waterloo it's quiet."

"Has it's moments! Hunter's out here spook me sometimes. Of course, they bring me a fish or a rabbit now and again." Nikki looked around and confirmed it, not a single picture on the walls of family. Sensing her search in his own way Homer sighed. "Can't see artwork so the walls are bare."

"Sorry if I'm being nosey. I'm just well, a teenager." Might as well act the part.

"Fifteen your pappy says."

"Poppi!" Jared chuckled, Nikki frowning for him to behave. "She calls me Poppi!" Tongue razzes her way she envisioned the State Trooper eating her out on his car hood. A point directly at Jared, she told him telepathically not to get her seductress mode activated. Not around Homer! "Mostly dad! Dumbass on occasion."

"Only when you deserve to be called that, Daddy!" Rolling her eyes, she realized that Homer was picking up tension. "Sorry, Mister Keith. I'm a rebel now and then."

"I have to turn her over my knee pretty often. She gets mouthy!" He made a blowjob hand motion. Her body processing it she was trickling down her inner thigh. Much more of that she was going to have to go back to the truck and masturbate.

"He does not!" Blushing made sense!

"What am I missing here?" Homer shook his head listening to something. "You two haven't taken a breath since you stepped in here. Outside of jabbering! I'm ancient but I ain't deaf."

"He's sharp!" Nikki mentally told Jared. "Start breathing like your old self. He's right these androids do not need oxygen. We slip up not thinking ahead." Once she kicked in her artificial lungs she inhaled deeply just for Homer. "Better? I sometimes forget to breath."

"Now them is some healthy lungs."

"Don't I know it." Jared made his pecs dance. Sneering at him she knew he meant her tits. "Takes after her mother."

"Where is the missus?"

"Long story!"

"They divorced. Mom was cheating on him a lot." She covered her ward's tracks.

"Shame! I lost my Millie back in 94. No other family once our kids died in a car crash. Chism was my one and only, but he hasn't come back since he enlisted."

"That's so sad. Have you tried to find him?" She flared her eyes knowing it was impossible. If the military didn't inform his next of kin, there was likely a secret behind his death.

"Called the Army and all I got was he's overseas. They wouldn't patch me through."

"Fucking military!"

"Daddy, language!"

"Hey! I'm an adult I can say whatever I want. Right, Homer?"

"Staying out of it." He grinned. "Why don't you good folks just spill it. I told you I'm not dumb. You didn't just happen on this place. Take a load off, sit down and let me hear it." Eye contact alone Nikki sat first, Jared dropping onto the musty sofa beside her.

"You're very perceptive Homer." Nikki started then told Jared trough telepathy they might have to erase what they say. "Alright! We can level with you. We're fugitives!"

"Bank robbers?"

"No! We haven't actually broken any laws." She paused to tell Jared to hush about indecent exposure on the highway or stealing gas. Considering that Dillon guy paid Venus for it that was omitted. Controlling minds could be considered breaking laws but come on no judge would buy that.

"From the military. We, well, I used to be a scientist." Jared revealed. "180 IQ! I'm really smart. Telling you any of this puts you in danger Homer. I guess in a way we did break the law, we stole military secrets."

"Sounds intriguing." He turned his dining chair around to lean his arms over the back rest. "Juicy even!"

"I'm glad you think so Homer." Nikki sighed, "Nothing but the truth here on out."

"Wait! We stole the truck to make our escape. Maaan! We really are lawbreakers."

"Jared, please! Homer? There's a reason you didn't hear our breathing until we activated it. This might be hard to believe but..."

"We're androids! Well, our bodies are. Our real minds were grafted into the brain boxes of our bodies. I used to build these for the Army. Black site stuff! You can't tell anyone, or the Army might catch wind and show up at our door wherever we go."

"To be honest Homer. If we wanted to, we could erase any memory, you have of meeting us. We... would rather not. Confiding in you is liberating. Jared and I are two of 25 escaped androids that the Army will be looking for. No reward, trust me! You could report us, but I guarantee they would silence you for knowing too much. Jared here reads minds and talks between our heads. Test him if you feel the need."

"Right! Just think of something and I'll tell you what you have on your mind."

"Read me!" He leaned closer over his arms.

"Cherry pie sounds good. That was easy. Think of something only you would know." A second later Jared bulged his eyes. "Mrs. Hutchins gives you blowjobs behind her husband's back. Whoa!"

"That clenched it. I buy your story. So, you're looking for a place to hold up."

"Correct!" Nikki chimed in, "This cabin used to belong to my grandparents, I just fudged my story a bit. You are certainly welcome to it. I only brought us up here to Maine thinking the place would be deserted. The military has no idea it exists."

"Good! I like my home. Needs some fixing up. You good with your hands young man?"

"There's a job I can do. I'll be a masseuse for cash."

"Really? Now? His android body can show him how to do anything physical Homer. He can chop firewood for your stove there. Once we figure out an income we can pitch in and fix your cabin up. I'll cook for you even."

"We can build a firepit to cook outdoors. Buy a grill maybe. Running water would be beneficial. He uses an outhouse."

"Yucky! We can hook you up Homer. Anything we can do to make life easier for you we will."

"Cupcake? It's not cherry pie but it's sweet." Jared offered up the goodie bag.

"Don't mind if I do." He beamed. "Pretty much pasta on the cook stove and frying fish."

"How far is that stream?" Jared recalled Nikki mentioning it. "Maybe I can run an aqueduct through the forest to give us water. Homer can boil it to disinfect any microbes."

"Quarter mile if memory serves."

"Welcome home Kiddies! Only one bedroom though. Couch and the floor are all I have to offer."

"We have the truck if necessary. You're taking all of this too well."

"I'm 85! How much longer do I have? I won't look a gift horse in the mouth even if I could see him. Company works for me."

"How do we explain ourselves to the townsfolk?" Nikki brought up.

"We have to tell him Nikki."

"Tell me what?"

"You deserve the complete truth, Homer. Your grandson Chism died in 2011 over in Iraq."

"I know this because my android body can tap into satellites and inevitably files that are documented somewhere. We're guessing Chism was killed, and his death covered up. I'll keep digging until I learn specifics."

"We're So very sorry Homer."

"My gut told me he was gone. Chism would have come back or called, course I don't have a phone out here. Couldn't afford any cell."

"We can fix that. There has to be cell towers out there hiding somewhere."

"Wow! Nikki, I just tried to find a photo of Chism. Even that is redacted! He must have been Black Ops or deeper." He told her through telepathy.

"Is it possible the Army faked his death?"

"No clue!"

"Nobody around here knew my grandson. He only visited with his parents; they were from New Jersey. Chism was only here with me a month before he enlisted. I say we just tell the locals you're Chism and his daughter."

"Which means we wipe the gas station girls mind of our names. Outside of Homer only she knows them."

"Awww maaan! I liked her to."

"Age Jared! Which I suppose we need to bring up. Homer, I know it's strange but I'm 38 years old in the android body of a teenager."

"I'm 15 in an adult body. I can make myself look older or younger. Nikki here can't, her android wasn't fully ready to house what my body has."

"Now ain't that something!" He rubbed the side of his face. "I knew you sounded young, even when I detected your voice to resemble Chism's. Deeper or not I can still hear your youth."

"I'll work on that."

"Homer?" Nikki stood up and sat her cocoa mug on the only end table he had. "May I hug you? You have no idea how your help will save us."

"Sure, you can!" He remained seated while Nikki leaned in from the side and embraced him.

"Thank you!" Her breasts all too realistic crushed against him. Old or not he was a dirty old man. Patting her ass, he chuckled over it. "Watch the hands, Homer!"

"My house. my rules! Humor me now and then."

"Fine!" Jared busted up at her caving so easily. "We all make sacrifices I suppose."

"Okay, so I'm Chism Keith now?" Jared sat up excitedly, "What if word gets out that he's still alive? That could draw attention too."

"You're Millie!" Homer added, "My late wife's name."

"I can live with that. Concerning Chism, he would be probably 50 now, correct?"

"Around that."

"Either Jared looks older, or we can twist this further and say he's Chism's son. I'm Jared's daughter. If Jared can tap into the DMV and Social Security office to make us ID's we can move around better. Actually, have a life as much as humanly possible."

"I can do that. I'll just walk in and suggest that they make out the paperwork. Easy peasy! Dude! I was liking that last name Crown you called us."

"Nikola Pope, but I go by Nikki. No more lies we promise."

"Jared Temple!"

"Santa Claus!" Homer laughed.

"Feels like Christmas for all of us." Nikki giggled. "Again, thank you Santa."

"Room on my lap if you want to read your list."

"I so dare you, Nikki."

"HEY! Quit encouraging him." And her hormones! "You need a shave, Homer."

"Conserving water! I need fresh razors too. Add those to your Christmas list."

"We will take good care of you Homer."

"So, no lap dance?"

"OH, COME ON!" She pouted at Homer.

"He is giving us a hideout Nikki. One won't hurt."

"You know why I can't do that Jared." They battled telepathically, "I am not Mrs. Hutchins!"

"Nik, he's ancient as hell. Not to be insensitive but he could keel over at any moment."

"As if my lap dance wouldn't take a year off of his life. I am not going to kill our new ally Jared, even by accident. You can morph into a woman probably. Why don't you give him one."

"Uh? I'm 15 and a guy."

"So, imagine our friend Hector Ramirez, he's stuck in a female body that has certain limits like mine."

"Hey! Hector was a womanizer he even hit on you. Woman's body or not he can at least go the girl-on-girl thing."

"Why are we discussing personal lives at a time like this?"

"Just humor Homer! It's not like you have to do it every time he wants one. Come on Nikki I remember one time at OASIIS you told someone you gave a lap dance to a college professor."

"You little snoop! I never told anyone. Obviously, you! That was a different time, I was nineteen and seeking attention as well as a passing grade. It's every female student's rite of passage. Well, if you had the looks, which I did back then. Not to toot my own horny... HORN!" Dammit! Just picturing her professor back in the day and the dates she often had that almost always ended up in sex she was wagging her knees together as if she had to pee. No true bladder it was totally her hormones on hyperdrive. "You just want to see me naked and performing. Nope! Go to the truck."

"If I have to." He stood up and stretched. "I'll search for more info on Chism."

"Why are you two so quiet. Cat got your tongues?" Now, Nikki Pope was envisioning Officer Wabash and his fabulous tongue talents. Wincing at Jared, she just knew it was him using Toby Wabash and controlling his mind. In a sense Jared was the one performing him like a puppet and seeing through his mind. Jared, all Jared!

"You are testing me young man."

"Like Professor Jenson back in the lay... day." He razzed her!

"Stop with the tongue!" She trembled heavily. "I need music."

"Truck in two minutes!" Jared hurried from the cabin and climbed behind the steering wheel. Turning the key left in the ignition he powered up the radio and that Spotify account he siphoned into his head's main computer. Illegal downloads were his jam! Applying Motley Crue's classic Girls, Girls, Girls at full speaker he stared at the house and went into x-ray vision. Walls became like negatives! "Best seat in the house. Well, Homer's lap will be here shortly."

"Alright, Homer! One dance only! Behave yourself!"

"Not gonna!" He chuckled and found her assisting him from his table chair and relocating him to the sofa. Seated in the middle she succumbed to not only Vince and the Crue but her seductress mode. Whipping her t-shirt off, then dropping her already sagging boxers she turned her back to Homer Keith and dropped in. At 85 he probably couldn't even get it up.

"FUCK! Did the neighbors supply him with Viagra? Mrs. Hutchins maybe! He's at good seven inches and firm." She wiggled her tight little android bottom over his tented inseam "Someone is happy."

"Never had troubles I'm healthy as a horse."

"I can feel that." She giggled. "Alright, Homer! For the duration of three songs, I'm yours. As friends we must understand I'm not living here as your plaything."

"Yeah! Yeah!" His hands went up around her ribs as her arms were over her head and his. Reaching in to squeeze both breasts at once Nikki's android eyes went white following her natural instinct to do so. Every single one of Homer's fingertip compressions made her polymer cunt weep over his slacks. "You can be my caregiver. Maybe find me a tub so I can soak while you wash me up."

"We can work on that tub idea." She mumbled. "Maybe an old horse trough out back. Jared and I can fashion that aqueduct he mentioned."

"Sounds like a plan Millie!"

"Mill... Oh! Right! You rechristened me after your late wife. Wait! Are you picturing me as her?"

"Met Millie at a honky tonk back in the 70's. She did fancy my lap."

"Awww! My body is extra sensitive Homer."

"I can feel that about ya. Shakin' like a leaf at first flurry. He knows what's a comin'!"

"That would be meeee!"

Out of nowhere Nikki Pope had an orgasm without even being mishandled below the fake chastity belt. Squirting her accumulation, she drenched his trousers and the couch cushion. Luckily it was pure water at the moment. That gave her an idea for the future, as gross as it might be. "Jared and I could absorb the water in the air and pee into a bucket. It's water so hey! We can do that in the timber, so Homer never knows."

Motley Crue ending the next song became Whitesnake's Slow an Easy. "Oh, My God! I love this song! It's so sensual yet intense. This is not going the way I had hoped." Her body fell into performance mode standing up and turning to face Homer. Straddling his lap, she followed the beat with a ferocious rhythm. Homer Keith was grinning up a storm. Listening to the lyrics as, "Take Me Down Slow an Easy! Make love to Me Slow an Easy! I know that hard luck and trouble is coming my way! So, rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone! Rock me 'til I'm burned to the bone!", she was singing along and hopping up and down on his tented erection.

"Dear God! I'm going to cummmmmmmmmm!" Gusher! "I'm so sorry Homer! This body tends to detonate large amounts of absorbed humidity. I'm like a rain barrel!"

"I'm not complaining!" He dug his fingernails into her tender polymer ass cheeks and tried to make her roll her cunt over his penis crease. No issues doing that she was crying out so loud that Beowulf was serenading her and standing on his hind legs at the door. "Fan club!" Homer chuckled! Whitesnake fading the next song was a follow up by Whitesnake called Cheap N Nasty. Not as familiar to Nikki but she still dramatically whipped her long brown hair about and found her upper body pressed right up into Homer's face.

In her madness she envisioned this move toward her former Professor, literally feeding him her nipples. Homer took advantage and enjoyed her youthful exuberance. The Siren song was riling the birds in the trees just like out on the highway earlier in the day. "OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD!" That merger seemed to be her go to anthem. She drowned his lap another round.

By songs end she felt Homer's hands loosening over her ass cheeks, provided bruises fading away as if never existing. His lips suckling her left tit paused. Silence in the break between songs she eased her chest from his face. "Did I kill him?" Hand over his heart she felt a beat. "No, it's actually steady." A snore he had simply overexerted his mind and fell asleep. "Shut the music off Jared. Homer is taking a nap!"

"G-G-Got it!" Jared mumbled in her head.

"Are you masturbating? YOU ARE, AREN'T YOU!"

"Noooooo!" He whimpered. "Yessss!"

"Unreal! I suppose I will have to get used to this kind of thing around you. Finish up and clean up your mess. Use my other t-shirt it's messy already. Let me get dressed and we can take a walk down to the stream. We need to discuss our new situation."

"Almost there! UGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"

"Glad I could help! I know you couldn't see through Homer's eyes his being blind, but I just know you saw through the walls."

"I can't help it. I'm 15 and so are you."

"I'm 38 dang it!" She smiled regardless, "But I have to admit it's fun living my second childhood." Easing from Homer's lap she quickly got dressed, eased the codger into stretching out for comfort then placed a blanket over him. Pouting at his adorable slumber Nikki leaned over and kissed his forehead. A faint mumble heard she smiled. Pleasant dreams Homer!

"Night, Millie!"

"Night... Grandpa!"

Wow!