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Navy Nurse Ch. 16

At the next weekly luncheon date after her date with Hank Doran, when Diana met with Makayla Brown, her best friend, and classmate at the School of Nursing of the University of Michigan, she had lots of happy information to impart. She described all the details of her spectacular date with Hank Doran. She listed all the attributes she discerned in him. Finally, she listed her hopes and dreams of establishing a serious relationship with him.

For Makayla, this exuberant account by Diana of her aspirations for Hank Doran seemed eerily like a case of déjà vu, when compared to Diana's previous infatuation with Brad Winters.

Makayla responded, "Look, Diana, you have to see that you're jumping the gun on envisioning 'mistletoes and reindeers'* (*air quotes) in the possibility that you and Hank might become an item. You really should tamp down your expectations of a future liaison with Hank, until you have some concrete evidence that you are genuinely in a relationship with him. Surely, I don't have to remind you that you were almost ready to marry Brad Winters after only one real date, and of course, it all came to naught."

"That's not fair to compare. As you know, Brad died in a car accident before we could establish a significant relationship."

Makayla snorted as she replied. "Oh my, but aren't we guilty of selective memory? As I recall from what you have told me, Brad died in a car crash, as he was coming to Ann Arbor to submit to a paternity test. You had intimated to him that if the paternity test showed that he was not the father of your baby, you would abandon your desire to form a relationship with him. With Hank Doran, you're even in a worse position since you know with absolute certainty that he is not the father of Laura."

Diana responded, "I think that we have apples to oranges debate. In the case of Brad, we were probably going to enter into a relationship, but he was involved in a motor vehicle accident where he killed a man. At that point, he thought he was unworthy of me, and so thought he was doing the noble thing by releasing me from any possible commitment. I pointed out the possibility that he might be the father of my baby, and for that reason, we should not abandon hope that we could still be a couple. So he agreed to submit to a paternity test, but as you know, he died in a second accident. Notwithstanding, what I had told Brad to convince him to take the DNA test, I believe even if the test had been negative, I could have convinced him that we do have a future, and I would wait for him as he served out his prison sentence. Besides, as I told you at the time, I had the strongest premonition that he was indeed the father.

"As for Hank, it is entirely a different matter. He knows that he is not the father, and he wondered why I did not get an abortion. His only concern was why I did not make an effort to try and ascertain the sire of my baby. I think nowadays most men are not concerned about the past sexual history of their current girlfriend or their wife. However, if their girlfriend or wife has a child or children from a previous lover or husband, then there exists potential subconscious jealousy in the mind of the man. He might be plagued with uncertainty and doubts as to how much he is loved by his girlfriend or wife, vis à vis the father of her child or children. In my case, neither Hank nor any future boyfriend or husband I may acquire, can legitimately or even emotionally, maintain such a similar negative feeling in his mind. Yes, I'm an unmarried mother with a child born illegitimately. Still, Laura is not a 'love child'* (*air quotes) as it is generally understood in modern jargon. I would venture to say that I'm in the same position in regard, as a single female who has custody of her nephew or niece, because of the inability or the impossibility of her sibling, and or the other responsible parent to raise the child in question.

"Finally Makayla, I appreciate your concern that I seem to have overreacted in proclaiming my heartfelt love for Brad, and now for Hank, before establishing a solid history of intimacy with either of them to justify my expressed apparent euphoria. All I can say is that I'm not fragile; I do not break. Yes, Brad's death was an unbelievably painful shock that was hard to accept, but I was able to move on. If nothing comes of my anticipated relationship with Hank Doran, no doubt I'll be dismayed, but I won't be devastated.

"I think, Makayla, what you don't understand is my perception of myself. My two sisters are genuinely gorgeous. Compared to them, I had developed a feeling of inadequacy throughout the time I was growing up. As a result, I lacked self-confidence in my sexual appeal or allure. I was reticent in getting sexually active, and that, in turn, reinforced the idea that I was not appealing to the opposite sex. I welcomed your friendship, Makayla, because you seemed to be the kind of fun woman I wanted to emulate. I believe that knowing that you had already participated in the Frat party charity gangbang orgy in the year previously, was the tipping point for me to consent to participate in the same event in the last school year.

"As I had already told you, Makayla, that orgy was the first time that I had experienced vaginal sexual intercourse. And on that occasion of my actual first-time sex, I fucked 101 different men. Discounting the fact that I got pregnant as a result of that orgy, I knew that aside from a couple of exceptions, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. That led me to question myself as to what kind of woman I aspired to be. I believe that I desired to become a superwoman as dictated by today's society. You know, the kind with an exciting career, a wonderful husband and a passel of adorable children. But given the promiscuous nature of the beginning of my sexual lifestyle, I'm regarded as a slut and a bimbo. And given the fact I had no shame in enjoying the sex, I had come to believe I was, in fact, one, because I couldn't shake my lusty nature. I honestly did not think I could remain faithful and exclusive in any relationship. So I thought that I was precluded from attracting a decent man, and therefore I cannot become a superwoman.

"Still, as a politically conservative woman, despite my Democrat parents, I admire most Kellyanne Conway, the senior counselor for President Trump. That woman was thirty-four years old when she got married and has since given birth to four children. Despite the typically enormous demands of motherhood, Ms. Conway has risen to the status of being one of the most successful professional women in the country, as evidence by her high profile position with President Trump's administration.

"Naturally, I have not envisioned that I would achieve such a high profile successful public career as Ms. Conway, but I believe I'm in the same league as her. I'm going to become an officer of the United States Navy, which I daresay is even superior in the social hierarchy than a mere attorney, which Ms. Conway was upon completion of her education. So, although I aspire to be a woman of substance in the mold of Ms. Conway, I feared that my slutty nature would do me in.

"However, I've changed my mind as a result of having known first Brad Winters, and now Hank Doran. Had he lived, I do not doubt that he would have become a successful lawyer even though he would have had to do some prison time. As for Hank, I have every confidence that he will become a fabulous chemical engineer. In a nutshell, these are terrific men. Therefore I know I would have been faithful to in Brad's case and can be in Hank's case. Again, Makayla, if nothing comes from my association with Hank, I won't despair. There are lots of other fish in the sea, and I now know I can catch and keep a worthwhile one."

In answer to Diana's lengthy explanation of her sentiments, Makayla answered, "Wow, you sure have a great head on your shoulders, Diana, and you certainly know your own mind. You said you want to emulate my fun nature, but I marvel at your intellect. You are, without a doubt, the most impressive female friend I've ever had, and I confess that knowing you has influenced me to become a better woman. However, I do advise that you need not be so serious and over analyze all of your sexual experiences. Even your heroine, as you said, did not get married until she was thirty-four. So you have lots of time to cat around and sample the various fish in the sea before finally settling on the best catch of the day."

They both laughed at the banal use of the fish metaphor. Diana promised to Makayla that she would not give away her heart on Hank's string unless and until there was a serious, mutually established exclusive commitment.

Alas! Hank Doran did not call. As the days passed with no word from Hank, Diana started to imagine a déjà vu feeling.

'Surely,' she thought, 'Lightning cannot strike twice! Surely Hank has not died as a result of a motor vehicle accident, and that's why I haven't heard from him.'

It didn't help that the University of Michigan is a large institution of higher learning. The fact that Hank and she were students in different faculties made the possibility of their seeing each other remote. Simply passing each other during their regular student activity while attending the school did not transpire.

Naturally, in the ensuing weekly luncheon dates, Makayla Brown had to endure Diana's enunciated despair and fretfulness at the lack of communication from Hank.

Finally, losing all patience with Diana's constant whining, Makayla exclaimed, "Enough already! Stop bitching about your situation! Why the fuck don't you just call him and find out where you stand. You do have his number, don't you?"

"Yes, certainly. I captured it on my iPhone when he called me to ask me out to the basketball game."

"OK, then. Just call him!"

"OK, I will."

"Good!"

Diana duly called Hank Doran, and the ensuing conversation transpired as follows,

"Hello."

"Hank?"

"Yes."

"This is Diana."

"Oh?"

"Diana Van Buren. You know, I'm a nursing student. You asked me out, and we went to a basketball game against Purdue about a month ago."

"Yes, of course, Diana. So what can I do for you?"

"Well, I was wondering since I haven't heard from you, whether you are bogged down in your studies. I can appreciate that chemical engineering can be a very intense discipline, that doesn't allow much free time."

"No, not to worry. I'm on top of my school work, and have no problems in that regard."

"Well, OK, then. So I'm calling to wonder if you would be interested in seeing me again."

"And why would you think that?"

"Well, I thought we had a good time together in our previous date. We did have sex, and in some respects, it could be considered extraordinary sex. So I think it would be normal for me to expect that you would contact me for another date."

"Well, Diana, here's the deal. I, of course, expected to fuck you when I asked you out since you're a slut, a skank who has no problem in submitting to a gangbang, fucking at least seventy-five guys. And you even got pregnant as a result. Even porn stars or professional prostitutes in their every day working life don't do that many men in such a short period."

"So you have no interest in me as a person?"

"You got that right, honey! I do have a steady girlfriend, who couldn't come to the game, and that is why I asked you out instead."

Summoning as much personal dignity as she could muster for a mature response, Diana replied, "I completely understand your viewpoint. I do apologize for bothering you. You need not worry that I'll be troubling you ever again."

Diana thereupon hung up and broke out into an agonizing prolonged dispiriting crying jag. She was aware that the consensus of those who were privy to the exact nature of her sexual proclivities and past activities would condemn her for her lewd behavior. But in the case of Hank Doran who was the overseer of the Frat's charity gangbang, one would think that he would have a more nonjudgmental and even a grateful attitude towards herself, and the other girls who had agreed to submit to the gangbang in the name of charity.

The Frat's charity party, with the gangbang aspect naturally swept under the rug, was a massive success for the Frat and garnered very favorable goodwill. As Hank Doran was the acknowledged Frat director who was responsible for making the charity party happen, he was accordingly recognized as a Big Man on the Campus. And of course, he was enjoying all the perks associated with such distinction, and that in turn made Diana's distress more bitter.

Aside from that date with Hank in January, Diana had no other partners or opportunities for sex for the balance of her junior year. She filled in the time by studying diligently, and ended up as the student nurse with the highest GPA amongst the junior year students of the School of Nursing at the University of Michigan. Her other preoccupation in life was being a mother to her baby. Since her parents had hired Astrid Haagensen as a nanny, raising Laura was a joy, not a drudgery.

During the summer recess, she found employment with a walk-in clinic treating patients, who had no medical insurance. That experience proved to be invaluable to supplement her academic studies at the University. In addition, that employment provided a humorous incident that she had thereafter always relished in recounting. A man staggered into the clinic one day in great distress. He had trouble breathing, and was gasping for air. Recognizing immediately that the man was suffering a severe and critical asthma attack, Diana was able to pull the doctor away from his current attention to treat the man. Providing an oxygen breathing treatment, that no doubt saved his life, the man recovered and was charged by the clinic one hundred dollars for the service.

What made this incident memorable was that the man returned to the clinic about a month later, and provided a box of chocolates to Diana and the staff of the clinic, as a thank you. He advised, " You might not remember me, but a month ago I was here and you undoubtedly saved my life from a very serious asthma attack. As I was in between jobs I had no medical insurance, and so you charged me one hundred dollars, which I deemed with relief was a very generous bill indeed.

"Now, and I assure you, that this is no lie, about two weeks later, my pet cat was suffering respiratory distress quite similar to mine. So I rushed my cat to the veterinarian, and similar treatment was applied to rescue my cat from its suffering. My cat recovered and the veterinarian charged me two hundred and forty dollars for the services rendered. This struck me as a telling indication as to the pecking order of my place in society."

Diana laughed wholeheartedly at that anecdote for its incredible dichotomy. All of her extraneous activity went a long way to mollify her lack of sexual activity as well as soften her despair at contemplating the utter disdain for her as a person, that Hank Doran had articulated. Considering her attraction to him, his cruel dismissal of her upset all of her dreams. That, though made her determine, that if nothing else, she could focus on becoming the best goddamned nurse that the Navy had ever commissioned.

When Diana started her senior year, there was still no sex in the offing for her. Curiously enough, her best friend Makayla Brown was likewise bereft of sexual intimacy from any male admirers, since almost all of her fuck buddies had graduated from the University, and were no longer available. At least Makayla had the solace of looking forward to the potential of incidental sex when she would act as the hostess for the current year's Frat charity gangbang. To positively ensure that she would at least be engaged in oral sex, she got Hank Doran to agree, that she would be one of the hostesses responsible for prepping the ticket-holding donors before they were to engage in sex with the volunteer girls. Thus, she was relieved of being the timekeeper and gatekeeper as in her previous stint as a hostess. Makayla advised Diana, that Barbara Spencer would do those duties in her stead. She quipped, "That's the reward for that bitch for besting me last year."

That November, on the morning of the orgy, Dianna received a phone call from someone not listed by the caller ID. Expecting a telemarketer she answered anyway, and the conversation ensued as follows, "Hello."

"Hello, Diana. Diana Van Buren?"

Recognizing the voice, she answered, "Hank? Is that you, Hank Doran?"

"Yes, it is, and I'm pleased to realize you had recognized me."

"I'm sure you're aware that you have a uniquely distinctive voice. I would recognize it forever unless I happen to meet another man with a similar sounding voice. Anyway, how did you get my number? Considering our last conversation, I would have thought you would have lost my number just like I've lost yours."

"I asked Makayla Brown for it."

"I should have guessed it. Oh wait! Does this call have something to do with tonight's affair at the Frat House? That is euphemistically called the Frat's Charity dance and party, which happens to include some special entertainment? The latter part, of course, is known only to a relatively select few."

"You're right on the money. It just so happens that one of the volunteers had to cancel as she suffered an attack of appendicitis and had to have her appendix removed by surgery earlier this morning. So naturally, she's out of commission as far as tonight is concerned."

"I get it! Let me guess. So, as a slut and a skank, you would have imagined me as an ideal candidate to replace the unfortunate slut and skank who is at present unable to fuck at least seventy-five guys."

"I do apologize for the harsh language I used in disparaging you last time we spoke, and in contrast, I am aware of the solid qualities that make you an impressive woman. The trouble was that we had too good a time on our date. I didn't want to raise your expectations, and I also did not want to be tempted to pursue you. I do have a steady girlfriend, and we have been dating during my entire time at U of M. We're not officially engaged yet, but I plan to propose this Christmas."

Ignoring his blatant ignoble cheating on his girlfriend, and apparent fiancée to be, Diana was somewhat mollified by this clarification of his previous brutally dismissive language. Still, she recalled that Makayla had previously advised that she had also fucked Hank in the past, presumably when he was involved with that serious girlfriend, so she wasn't entirely convinced of his sincerity. Therefore she replied somewhat cagily, "Don't sweat it, Hank. I may be a slut and a skank, but I'm not dumb. I can appreciate that lots of men can't stomach a promiscuous woman, so it's on me to convince a potential serious boyfriend that I would not wander. I thank you for your explanation as I realize now I had no chance with you in any case. Mind you I understand you've had a round with Makayla was well. So I guess your girlfriend is most accommodating. "

Hank ignored Diana's barb, and instead cut to the chase, "So can you do it, Diana? Sorry for the short notice, but you can understand it was an unforeseen setback for the logistics of the party's special entertainment."

"Well, you know I'm in my senior year, so I won't be around next year to act as a hostess. My understanding is that a volunteer must agree to act as a hostess the following year, and that was the reason I wasn't considered a candidate for this year's orgy."

"No problem. I'm sure next year's director will work it out and recruit a hostess. I'm thinking since the girl you're replacing is in her freshman year, she would be asked to act as hostess and probably offered volunteer and hostess for her junior and senior years."
"Well, OK, then! As a slut and skank, I would be happy to substitute for the originally scheduled slut and shank."

"Good girl! I thought I could count on you. Make sure you get there by 7:00 PM tonight."

"I know the drill."

Consequently, Diana had to ensure that Laura would be looked after while she was gone. At least Laura was on solid foods, and no longer breast feeding. This spared Diana the hassle she endured during the previous orgy in pumping her breasts and refrigerating the expressed milk.

So she said to her nanny, "Astrid, a last-minute emergency has happened, and I have to leave at about six o'clock tonight, and I won't be back until tomorrow morning. So I need you to stay home to take care of Laura while I'm gone."

"But this is my scheduled night off."

"I'll reschedule another substitute night off for you."

"But, I have a date with Robert tonight."

This would be Robert Morley, an actual potential natural father of Laura. He was one of the males who had vaginal intercourse during Diana's participation at the Frat gangbang orgy two years previously, wherein she got pregnant. A subsequent DNA paternity test eliminated him as a possible sire, and so Diana, in essence, lost interest in him. However, since they had had a threesome sex with Astrid, recognizing there was no future with Diana, Morley turned his attention to Astrid, and so the two of them became fuck buddies.

Annoyed by Astrid's resistance, Diana scoffed, "Date? What date? All you do is go to his place and fuck."

With her hackles now raised, the Norwegian nanny protested, "Excuse me. My English is not so good. If I make love to a man at his home and that's not a date, then what is the correct word for it?"

Starting to lose patience, Diana ignored the question and replied instead, "For heaven's sakes Astrid. Why don't you just get him to come here, and you can fuck away to your heart's content so long as you take care of Laura's needs."

"I thought you had said that your father, as my employer, would forbid me to have any visitors to my room."

"Obviously, my father has the authority to allow for exceptions, and I'll talk to him."

"I don't know. I think it's much easier for me to go to Robert. Why can't you hire a babysitter for tonight?"

"If you force me to hire a babysitter service, which I understand charges $15 per hour, I will have the cost taken off your salary. That won't make a good night for you, because every hour you spend with Robert will cost you accordingly."

Astrid flinched at that notion since her agreed wages were less than the babysitter fees. So she tried one more tactic, "Why can't your mother babysit? I heard your parents aren't going out tonight. I'm sure she would not charge you for babysitting her granddaughter."

"Look, Astrid, the reason my parents hired you in the first place was so that my mother would not be burdened in helping to raise my child. She has raised three girls, including me, all the time while working as an attorney. At her age, she does not relish helping to raise a fourth girl. Thus, asking my mother to babysit Laura is out of the question. So what's it going to be Astrid? Shall I call the babysitting service?"

Sensing defeat, Astrid figuratively raised the white flag and said, "OK. I will stay home. I tell Robert of the change of plans. You talk to your father so Robert can see me?"

"Sure thing Astrid. I'll talk to my father right away and let you know within the hour."

Diana was upset by this contretemps with Astrid. She had never been as aggravated with her nanny. Astrid's initial resistance to consenting to a work schedule change was unprecedented as up to now; there had been a cordial relationship between them. Diana began to worry that Astrid was not putting her duty to help take care of Laura as a top priority, as she had when she first started her employment. Anyway, Diana had told a white lie in that her father had never been perturbed if Astrid had any visitors to her room so long as Laura's needs were accounted for. So Diana did not even alert her father, and considered that she was free to attend the Frat party orgy.

To prepare for the orgy, she took a nap in the afternoon lasting three hours to ensure that she would have plenty of stamina to endure the event. She took a thorough, long-lasting shower so that she was squeaky clean. Since she was going to be naked for the entire night, she didn't have to stress herself over her wardrobe. She didn't even bother with a bra, just a shirt and jeans were sufficient, and only an overcoat and boots to make herself alluring and not frumpy. With this unexpected opportunity to participate in the gangbang orgy, Diana's attitude this time around was different from the orgy of the previous two years. In the latter case, she'd had only one experience in oral sex, plus a lesbian sex play with her sister, but nothing else.

Consequently, she had been technically a virgin. As a virgin, though, she was not a sexual neophyte, and so she was not nervous or jittery by the prospect of the gangbang sex. She was nineteen years of age, after all. Still, she was unsure of what joy or other emotions to expect in the event. Of course, after a few sessions, the novelty of having finally experienced full-blown sex had worn off, so that she was free to savor the pleasures incidental to the sensation of fucking so many men in one night.

This time, no longer a novice in participating in the orgy, her outlook was more sophisticated. During the previous orgy, she was conscious of the criticism that she would most likely face amongst acquaintances who were, or were to become, privy to her licentiousness in voluntarily submitting to what would be considered tawdry even a depraved sexual bacchanal. Even her mother, who loved her unconditionally, was certainly appalled when she first learned of the circumstances of how her first granddaughter was conceived. Diana had no issues with such criticism, but she was particularly unnerved by the antics of some of the men who did fuck her during the orgy. They had no qualms in verbally insulting and humiliating her during the sexual intercourses.

The most egregious culprits of such offensive behavior, firstly, were her initial 'visitor,' Tyrone. That gentleman demanded she performs anilingus on him. When she complied with his demand, he had the nerve to insult her character for doing so. The second offender was a George Cunningham who, while she was giving head, forced his hands on the back of her head to forcibly apply full pressure on his cock boring into her mouth. Ignoring her desperate nonverbal signals imploring him to cease, he did not relent and finally caused her to vomit. He had the chutzpah to blame her for this misfortune. It bemused Diana to reflect that she was considered a slut for submitting to a gangbang while the men would be regarded as studs. However, she was not overly annoyed by this kind of double standard that her sex was subjected to.

This time around, Diana's anticipated pleasure in participating in the orgy was predicated on two factors. From her perspective, participating in an orgy with multiple sex partners is, by definition, an exhilarating erotic experience. More importantly, fucking seventy-five or more men in one sexual occurrence is a unique experience, which not too many could boast of. In that regard, she was conscious that this opportunity to fuck so many men at one time is almost unlikely to ever avail for her again. She realized that was not her mindset previously, and it was an incidental lucky circumstances, that she was able to experience a reprise of such excessive sexual frolics. Thus, she was determined to make the most of this second opportunity.

Diana's philosophy of life was based on the truism that we all die, and that we have only one life to live. That being the case, it follows that a day without sex is simply a day without sex that can no longer be regained or substituted. In formulating such a conception, Diana had been influenced by a satirical observation penned by Mark Twain in one of his writings regarding the dissonant nature of mankind. It would appear that the most desirable and pleasant activity man engages while on earth is to have sex. The most annoying and boring activity for man is to attend church services for an hour once a week, wherein one only sings hosannas to God. And what does man ultimately aspire to? Why it's to get to heaven. So what happens in heaven? Well, there's no sex in heaven! Oh! What then does one do in heaven? Why it's to sing hosannas to God all the time! An activity that man is hard put to tolerate enduring even for one hour per week.

The most critical factor for Diana to allow for unfettered joy in participating in this orgy was her belief that there was virtually no detrimental cost to her reputation. Her best friend Makayla Brown, being a past orgy volunteer herself, would have no leg to stand on to criticize her. Her sisters were cool with her randy behavior, and her parents were incapable of criticizing her. As for her other Michigan friends and acquaintances, once she graduated, she was unlikely to continue such relationships. Her Navy career would have her traveling and residing all over the globe, and, therefore, she would be acquiring new friends and acquaintances. In other words, once she was finished at the University of Michigan, she would have a clean slate without any known history of sexual deviance to mar her future career. With such thoughts, Diana believed that for this orgy, she had a license to behave as wanton and as lewd as she dared. Thus, her perceived outlook reinforced her determination to make the most of this orgy.

Diana arrived at the Frat house around half-past seven. She picked up a gin and tonic drink as she proceeded to the wing of the house, to the location of the four bedrooms for the unique entertainment. She hugged Makayla, who was privy to the last minute change whereby Diana would be a volunteer for the Frat party gangbang for the second time.

The latter quipped, "So, you deserve congratulations, Diana. Now you, along with me, are the only two girls to have participated as volunteers to be gangbanged at the Frat's annual orgy on two different times."

Diana giggled as she responded, "Well, you knew I couldn't allow you to surpass me in orgy frolics."

Diana greeted Penelope Gomez, the other hostess, besides Makayla, assigned to prep the ticket holders for their visit, and Patricia McDonald, the hostess in charge of escorting the ticket holders to the individual entertainment rooms. Then she turned to the unique entertainment reception desk where Barbara Spencer was holding the fort.

Diana greeted her, "Well, hello, Ms. Spencer it looks, like déjà vu for us. Only this time I'm the one getting to fuck all the hunks, while you'll be in charge of making sure the fucking keeps cumming, pun intended by the way. My, but don't you look very fetching in your delightful outfit. I bet a lot of the ticket holders, upon seeing you, will regret that you are not one of the volunteers and have to settle for drab old me."

Barbara answered, "Thank you for the compliment Ms. Van Buren, although I'm sure they won't be disappointed in having to fuck you instead of me. But I'm surprised to see you. I know you're a senior, and I didn't think seniors were allowed to volunteer on account of their inability to act as hostesses in the following year. You are graduating this year, aren't you?"

"Yes indeed, this is my final year at U of M. I guess you haven't heard that Freda Lawson, the girl who was supposed to be here tonight, had to have her appendix surgically removed this morning, so she is in no shape to perform tonight. Luckily for the Frat, I was available and deemed to be an adequate replacement. I'm sure the Frat will resolve its hostess problems next year, but of course, that's not my concern."

Barbara chuckled, "Oh yes, you're certainly adequate. I'm sure I don't have to calm your nerves like you had to do for me last year."

"Yes, but as soon as you overcome your apprehensions, you did fine. You edged out my friend Makayla Brown in fucking one more guy than she. That was a remarkable achievement considering she was deliberately trying to fuck 103 guys to top my record of 101 men plus one woman."

"Oh, I didn't know that. Wait a minute what do you mean you fucked a woman at your orgy?"

"That's another story. You can ask Makayla about it when you both have time tonight. Anyway, I have special instructions for you. I know that Patricia probably will only be able to scrape up one man for each of us volunteer entertainers, for the first and maybe even for the second session. But after that or as soon as possible, I want to take on two or three men each session until and unless I tell you otherwise."

"Oh my! Are you then trying to establish an all-time record?"

"Not necessarily. You remember that to calm your nerves last year, I pointed out that the opportunity to fuck in an orgy like this, and to fuck so many men at one time, is a once in a lifetime experience, that you will always remember for the rest of your life. So since this is truly my last opportunity to be fucked by so many men, I want to fuck as many men as I can. In addition to fucking as many men as I can, I also want to try as many different positions and variety of sex that is humanly possible to experience at one time. So yes, quantity is important, but so will be the quality. What I want as an outcome for tonight is to accumulate enough saucy tales to regale my grandchildren, so that they will view me as more than just a frail old woman without any teeth. Since I already have a daughter, there's a very good chance I'll have grandchildren, and maybe I'll even have great-grandchildren to entertain in this manner. This then is my version of the big bang theory."

Barbara Spencer laughed as she replied, "OK then! I'll see what I can do. But tell me something. I know that speaking for myself, I sure as hell don't spend any time contemplating as to what I would be like when I'm a grandmother, and worry about what kind of stories about myself I'll be able to say to any grandchildren I might have. So, where did you come up with this concern? Do you then have a grandmother who has been telling you lurid tales about her exotic past?"

"No, I don't, as all four of my grandparents are dead. My mother was forty-one when she gave birth to me, and my father was four years older. My mother's mother died before I reached my fifth birthday, and so I have only a spotty memory of her. My father's mother died before I was born. To answer your question, I have to say that I have always been intrigued by celebrities who have the same first name as me. So I have paid special attention to them as opposed to other celebrities. The three most famous Dianas whom I know of, are Princess Diana, Diana Ross, and Diana Rigg. As the first mentioned, Diana was royalty, and the second was an African American singer, I didn't identify with them as readily as I did to the British actress Diana Rigg. By the way, have you watched the HBO TV series the 'Game of Thrones'?"

"Oh, yes, indeed! I've watched every episode, and I was enthralled. Mind you, I hated the ending, as I was cheering for Daenerys to prevail ultimately, and ascend to the Iron Throne."

"Oh yes, I had the same reaction upon the conclusion of the series. Now as you know then, that Diana Rigg played the character Olenna Tyrell as grandmother to the character Margaery Tyrell. In one of the episodes, I believe it was in the third season, Olenna advising Margery on how to use her feminine whiles to control the king she was to marry, baldly stated that she was a hottie in her day, quite capable of attracting carnal desire from any man. Now the makeup for Diana Rigg's character in the show was exaggerated to emphasize her old aged misshapen appearance, presumably to cast doubt in the mind of the viewer as to the veracity of her character's assertion. Actually, when viewing current photos of Dianna Rigg in real life today, her features are much more inviting, and not so hideous, as depicted in the show. But more importantly, though, if one examines the photos of Diana Rigg taken when she was in her twenties or her thirties, there is no denying that she was a very good looking if not a gorgeous woman. This reality provides credence to Olenna's statement, but it also emphasizes the doubt that the character granddaughter Margery may have had.

"You see, I believe in everyday life, grandchildren generally have no concept as to how attractive their grandparents might have been in their day, nor are they even curious about their history. Alas, it isn't until the grandparents have died that the grandchildren evince any real interest in their grandparents' lives. Then, unfortunately, they have only the recollections of their parents to fill in the gaps. Given that their lack of interest in their parents' history, it is understandable that these parents cannot give a more precise account of the grandparents' lives.

"So the onus is on the grandparents, while alive, to impart their history to the grandchildren themselves so that these grandchildren would have some personal awareness of their direct ancestors. Of course, teenagers and young adults have little patience for hearing ancient mundane stories. Therefore, the grandmother must be able to recount truly sensational and exciting incidents. I trust that this orgy should provide me with sufficient diversion to hold the interest of any grandchild, preferably granddaughter, who I might have or even a great-grandchild of suitable age."

Barbara laughed at Diana's weird rationale for her desire to have multiple partners to fuck in this orgy exclusively. She did not take Diana's remarks at face value, but she was amused nonetheless. Getting down to the business at hand, she replied, "Oh, I'm certain there will be lots of diversions indeed for you to enjoy tonight, which will no doubt fascinate the minds of any grandchildren you might have in the future. Your room for tonight is the one over there. I see that Patricia has already gone down to the party area to gather up the first bunch of ticket holders for you volunteers to entertain."

"OK, then Barb. I guess I best get ready for my first bang of the evening."

Thereupon, Diana sauntered to her designated room. She undressed and hung her minimal clothes and purse in the empty closet. She fetched a tube of KY Jelly from her bag and placed the lubricant under the pillow. She then struck a brazen pose, waiting for her first ticket holder to join her.
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