That was the end of the serious talking but not the end of the serious hugging and kissing. Arnold took us to the water bed and threw us on that. It was a cheap thrill, flying through the air for a half second, bound hand and foot, but that was part of the point. This instinct was easy to feed, if you just took the time and made the effort.
Part of that night, we were tied up and rolling around, and part of that night, we were free and rolling around. When we were free, we did a lot of massaging. We massaged Arnold, and we massaged each other. Arnold brought out some baby oil, and that made the massaging squishy, too.
It was late when he said for the third time, “That's it. You ladies have worn me out. I’m putting you to bed … for my own sake!” And this time, he meant it. We meowed and purred in disappointment, and he carried us to our beds.
As I lay alone in my bed, I was so tired! I was so hot! I had no idea that a man—any man!—could do this to me! Arnold wasn’t gone for five minutes before I got out of bed and snuck over to Jenny’s bed. She was wide awake, too. So was Maria, and she came over. I touched Jenny’s tummy, and the three of us snuck back into the room with the water bed.
We were young! We were in love! And the next morning, we were good for nothing! The alarm rang, and I could not believe I could hear it, feeling as groggy as I did. Getting through that morning was hell. Arnold was smirking at us during breakfast in that knowing way that old people used when we youngsters suffered for our partying ways, and I probably got only two bushes trimmed during our work session that morning. The only good news was that we were not hung over as well as dog-tired. It might have been ancient, but alcohol did not seem to be a necessary ingredient for growing this particular instinct.
After our work session, we went sailing instead of swimming. We all clamored into a seven-meter sailboat that was kept near the house. It was no yacht, but under the sun and canvas, with the sea streaming by only an arm’s length away and the steady rocking of the boat, it felt deeply pleasing. It got scary when Arnold took us around a point of land and we experienced a bigger wind and bigger waves. As the boat started tipping over in the growing wind, we clamored for the high side!
Arnold laughed and said, “You’re doing perfectly!” He then taught us more about how we should move and how to sail a sailboat. We learned about tacking and luffing sails and port and starboard. We had a good time, and we learned even more when we finished, because we had to stow all the sailboat gear. Sort of.
After sailing, we formed a slave-girl line and walked back to the house. Arnold tied us yet a different way this time, a crotch tie where the rope from our wrists went down between our legs and up around each hip. It held our wrists tightly to our butts, and it felt like we were wearing really tight shorts. Maria let the rope go around her neck this time.
As we marched back to the house, Arnold took more pictures of us. This time, we were role-playing, Harem girls being marched through the desert. We used a sand dune we walked by as the backdrop. We felt very Hollywood, so we were gasping for water and crawling on our knees and dying of thirst in front of the camera. Arnold would alternate between being the wicked slave master who would force us to our knees and the handsome adventurer who would pick us up like princesses and carry us away. He’d untie us when we were the camera person and then tie us again when it was our turn in front of the camera. We really got into it and started rolling down the dune as we died of thirst, which got us absolutely full of sand.
We showered like we had the day before, tied to the hook in the ceiling. This time, it was even better than the last time. The instinct was flowering, so we were all getting sensitive to what kind of touching felt good, and it felt really good! When Jenny was on the hook, she said, “Try blindfolding me.”
We did, and while she was blindfolded, we all decided she looked very kissable, so we kissed her a lot too. She got off on that in a big way.
Lunch was uneventful, except that this strange routine was now comfortable. I would never have guessed that something this subservient could bring such peace of mind.
During the study period, Arnold started to take us beyond just getting homework problems done. We started hearing about why things were the way they were in our subjects—the evolution of discoveries and the politics that influenced when a discovery was accepted by the mainstream. It was fascinating, and I remember that my respect for this man was growing very deep. When I compared what Arnold said now to what I had heard Ms. Evelyn say about these topics, she sounded very shallow and dogmatic.
That evening, Billy came to dinner again, and Jenny got to spend time alone with him after dinner. Before he came, Arnold warned us all, “Billy and Jimmy are facing the same problem you have been. Their instincts in this area have not been allowed to flower. What does this mean to you, ladies?”
“It means that they don’t know what they are doing,” said Jenny confidently, “so we are going to have to show them how to let their instinct flower and realize that until they do, they haven’t got a clue as to what’s the right way and what’s the wrong way to treat us.”
Arnold looked amazed. “Well said! Can you handle Billy in such circumstances?”
“Now that I know what’s happening, do you have any doubt?” She grinned, and so did Arnold, who then laughed.
My face darkened a little as I thought, “Billy for Jenny. Jimmy for Maria. Who I am I going to get?”
The dinner went well. Arnold let Billy and Jenny inhabit a darkened corner of the patio for about forty-five minutes after dinner and before we called it a night. When they came back inside, Jenny’s dress was a bit ruffled, and she had a contented smile on her face. Billy had the relieved and triumphant look of a test pilot who’d just completed the first flight of a new airplane and put it down safely. It looked like the instinct lessons were going well.