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  “They missed! But my Hair never misses a target!” She contemplated this revelation as her Hair now swayed from side to side, blown by a nonexistent wind.

  “Number 10: Oh, yes, yes, yes! Beyond my wildest hopes!”

  Jilly’s breathless and excited voice uttered this praise, and she was almost panting with sexual excitement, which was not the sort of reaction Abbey was expecting.

  Abbey then yelped in pain as a 6-inch dart sank into her left arm. Jilly had opened one of her thigh pouches and now held a handful of thin throwing darts. In a single movement, Abbey pulled out the dart.

  “So much for Kevlar skin!”

  She then blocked the pain and sent the dart like an arrow directly back at Jilly. The effect was only spoiled by the way Jilly caught it and casually added it to the others she already held.

  “Number 11,” Jilly was opened-mouthed with astonishment. “No blood? Or can you just instantly repair your body as well! Oh by the celestial emperor, this is getting better and better!”

  Abbey leapt upwards, and grabbing hold of the nearest bar of a climbing frame with a single hand, along with a good quantity of Hair, she managed to get out of the way of three more darts aimed directly at her in quick succession. They stuck harmlessly in the wall. With a somersault, Abbey sailed through the air, landing firmly on her feet only to face three more darts that looked very keen to meet her.

  “Sh*t! I have never practiced against projectiles!” she thought.

  But she was not on her own, as each of the darts was knocked off target by groups of fast moving golden strands - as was the following batch of three.

  Jilly fell to the floor.

  “And Number 12! Just shut up!” a voice from behind called out.

  It was Zoe, standing behind her with the quarterstaff she had just hit her around the head with. Zoe was soaking wet and was wearing a very damp-looking pink T-shirt with a large teddy bear on the front and damp pajama bottoms, again pink but with lots of small bears all over. Both clung to her wet body so that it was obvious that they were all that she was wearing.

  “Capillus said you were in trouble and to come at once.”

  Zoe looked down at what she was wearing and added, “Well, I did say I was going to take a bath and have an early night.”

  Jilly slowly got to her knees, looking very dazed and holding her head with both hands.

  A man had followed Zoe into the room and looked ready to make a run for the door as soon as he got the chance, but his opportunity was ruined when Zoe pointed him out and said, “I hope one of you has some money to pay for my taxi!”

  The man gave a nervous smile.

  “And for God’s sake, let him in on the secret! This is all perfectly okay! We are practicing stunt-fighting for the next tournament.”

  Abbey quickly brushed her Hair down and pulled a few dollars from a wallet she took from her carryall. She smiled as sweetly as only a very guilty teenage girl can. As she passed him the money, she asked in an excited voice, “As an outsider, did it look real? We have all been training for months, you know.”

  Jilly, who was still holding her head, looked towards the taxi-driver and added,

  “Of course, we’re still trying to decide what to wear. Zoe over there wants us to all wear pajamas, but I still say that mini-skirts with tight crop tops would look better. Um, what do you think?”

  The taxi driver muttered that they both sounded great and hurriedly made his exit. As he got back into his taxi, he thought about the difference between girls fighting in pajamas or hanging upside down from climbing frames wearing short skirts and tight white panties. True, they hadn’t mentioned the white panties his imagination had added for him. He knew he was getting old; who cared about the special effects?

  They must have been good, as he hadn’t noticed them. They hadn’t done that sort of thing when he was in high school. “Oh, God! Now I sound like my father!” he thought, and quickly drove off.

  Back in the hall, Abbey relaxed a little, as Jilly did not look in any fit state to carry on, and the momentum of battle had now passed.

  Zoe was the first to speak.

  “Okay, who’s going to tell what’s going on? And bear in mind that I have just traveled across town wearing nothing but some wet pajamas - so it had better be good!”

  “I think we may have gotten a little carried away during tonight’s training session.”

  Jilly was on her knees with blood still gushing from her head wound and swaying slightly.

  Zoe looked more closely at her.

  “You are losing too much blood. Now sit down before…”

  Jilly fell to the floor.

  “…you fall down! Not that anyone ever takes my advice!”

  Both girls rushed over to where Jilly lay in a growing pool of blood. Zoe slapped her across the face to bring her around.

  “Okay. Let’s fix you up, but expect it to hurt!”

  Abbey stood back, amazed at the way Zoe was taking control. She leaned over to let two blonde locks of Hair start repairing the wound by using Jilly’s own Hair as a thread, so that in seconds the wound was stitched together and the bleeding stopped.

  “That was fun! something live to practice on.”

  Zoet

  hen looked down at her pajamas.

  “Oh yuck! Now I have blood all over my top! And just how am I going to explain that to Mom?”

  And she continued the same theme.

  “And speaking about explaining things, Abbs, my love, swinging from climbing frames and playing darts using one’s Hair is not the normal way to keep a low profile!”

  Abbey parted Jilly’s hair with her fingers to get a better look at the damage before answering.

  “Well, she knew about us. She suspected about me, and the choice was between sex on a cold, hard, dusty floor or an all-out fight with her. It was such a difficult choice! Perhaps I should have called you first to ask your advice?”

  Zoe giggled.

  “You always make the right decisions, babe! And anyway, it was your Hair that called Capillus for me to get over here as fast as possible.”

  She rolled her eyes upwards to show that she was looking at her own Hair.

  “And just think how embarrassed we would all have been if I’d rushed in to find both of you both naked and hard at it on the cold and oh-so-dusty floor!”

  Zoe held Jilly’s face firmly in both hands to look her directly in the eyes.

  “Don’t wash or comb your hair for at least a week, or the stitches will come undone. You can just lightly sponge the wound with warm water to remove the dry blood if you want to. Early nights, plenty of red meat, and no training—until next week, when you will teach me that fancy dart throwing, okay? What else?”

  She turned away to look at Abbey, then looked back.

  “Oh, yes. We will have private tuition, always just the three of us, as you are never going to be alone with Abbs again! Just nod if you agree.”

  Jilly nodded obediently, so Zoe changed the subject.

  “How are you getting home?”

  “Er…. Daddy will send a car if I phone him,” Jilly answered.

  Zoe pulled her up off the floor.

  “Good. So go phone him, and you can drop us off on your way home, as I don’t plan to walk home dressed as I am.”

  Jilly stood trying to come to terms with the change in fortunes, when Zoe raised her voice.

  “Go on! Phone him! Meanwhile, Abbs and I will try to clean up the blood before old Jed sees it tomorrow.”

  As Jilly moved over to the changing area to find her cellphone, Zoe turned to Abbey.

  “Okay. Well, we now know we can communicate from a distance via our Hair.” She pulled a braid of her Hair to her lips and gave it a kiss.

  “My Capillus is so clever! But also slightly stupid and tactless at times. Do you know he even warned me not to hurt Jilly, as she could make a perfect mate for you in the future. I think it was at that point I hit her!”

  “Psychopaths!” thought Abbey. “I’m normal. It’s the rest of the world that’s full of psychopaths. First my Hair, then my girlfriend, and now my fighting instructor, any or all of them could kill in an instant -and I thought I was the monster!”

  Abbey lent Zoe her tracksuit to wear home, and for herself she created a nice pair of black leather pants with a short, blood-red halter top, which gave her a bare midriff. The Hair finished it off by taking on a blown dry look. She may not have been able to sew up wounds or throw darts like Bruce Lee or Jackie Chan, but she could still beat anyone on creative style!

  If the Companion could have smiled at that point, it would have done so. It had taken a long time to transfer enough of its cells to the new handmaiden to start having any effect on the animal: just a few at a time with each and every meeting or fight. When hair from the Zoe handmaiden or from the Abbey Host would accidentally brush her skin, it impregnated Jilly each time.

  The secondary handmaiden Host would have to willingly accept it for it to have any real control, but the Companion had been able to direct the right mixture of hormones to affect the animal every time it met with its Host. As a result, the animal would believe the hormonal actions tonight and the urge to mate were all its own idea, which would make the next part of the plan a lot easier.

  It Started With a Kiss

  Abbey lay back on the piled-up mats in the training hall as she rested with Zoe and Jilly after the evening training session. Abbey’s mind wandered; she was sure that a glorified week or two of work experience was not the best thing to be doing during summer vacation, but it was the American way in this state.

  Sponsors and sponsorship were the best way to get through college, as scholarships in the martial arts were non-existent. Besides, even if they had existed, people l
ike Jilly would have been the ones getting them. Abbey knew that Jilly did not have to worry about money; an Ivy League college fund had already been set up for her due to her Daddy’s money, and her work experience was to run one of Daddy’s smaller enterprises for a couple of weeks.

  “Knowing her skills and attitude problems, God help any employee planning to treat her like Daddy’s little girl!” Abbey thought.

  Zoe had done fantastically well with biology and science and was a straight-A student, but she did not want to go into medicine as her mother hoped. However, she was ideal material for drug companies, so she was going to spend some time at a research lab with the hope of partial sponsorship from them. If not, her parents said they would cover the fees. She also thought that if that did not work out for her, she could probably do very well as a hit man for the mob.

  As for Abbey, she knew Mom wanted her to go to college and get into a good career before settling down, but things were getting harder. She knew that she would not stay a straight-A student once she started college, and she also felt so guilty as Mom was already putting Tom through college; the extra fees for her would put a strain on her savings. Both she and Will had been offered a week at one of the largest science-based companies in the state who had their offices in town, and they did give out sponsorships with strings attached, of course. But even if it were just a few thousand dollars, it would help…

  Zoe got up and suggested hot drinks. She had brought her own tin of chocolate powder with her tonight. Abbey could feel her Hair take immediate interest in the conversation, so she raised her hand.

  “Large mug for sharing over here, please!”

  As Zoe left the room, Abbey could sense that Jilly had moved closer. She was just about to say,

  “Be careful! Don’t touch the Hair! It doesn’t like it!” when she saw that hundreds of strands were gently covering Jilly’s face with soft stroking motions, and thought “You two-faced turncoat! Just because she gave you a chocolate yesterday!” She could hear Jilly giggling as it was now tickling her. She sighed and fired a thought to her Hair and Companion.

  “Whatever you are thinking, the answer is ‘No’!”

  Every so often, when she was alone with Jilly, the Companion had made suggestions. Tonight was no different.

  “THIS IS NORMAL. JILLY LIKES YOU, AND SHE WILL MAKE A GOOD FRIEND.”

  Again, Abbey replied in her mind.

  “No. It is my body, and I am not interested. I am a girl, and I like guys. And, well, also Zoe… Heck! Stop trying to confuse me!”

  And again, new thoughts appeared, which were not hers.

  “SHE DOES LIKE YOU. SHE HAS A NICE BODY. WHY FIGHT YOUR NEEDS?”

  Abbey lay back and closed her eyes.

  “Go get a haircut! I’m not interested!”

  There was movement, and Abbey opened her eyes to find that she was staring directly into Jilly’s. The Hair had pulled Jilly off the ground and pressed her onto Abbey until they were almost nose-to-nose.

  Abbey sent a hurried mental message to Capillus for Zoe to get back - right now! Then, very slowly, she said aloud, “Jilly, this may sound odd in these circumstances, but please, whatever you do -and this is very important - do not kiss me! Fight it!”

  The last words Abbey remembered hearing from Jilly were, “You mean like this?”

  Abbey’s fight to control her body was to no avail as her Hair swept up and covered as much of Jilly’s skin as it could get at. A blast of primeval pleasure hit her so hard that she passed out.

  When Abbey came around, the Hair had released them both, and Jilly was lying next to her wide-eyed and with a look that spoke volumes. She had not passed out! Jilly looked at Abbey and then, with difficulty, spoke.

  “Ooo… er… is that… I mean…. is that… well… what… er… what did you mean by… don’t kiss!? If that’s why, then, boy, am I glad I ignored your warning! My God! Is that what you and Zoe get up to?! If so, boy! It is gooood!!!!”

  Abbey sat up to check whether she was still wearing clothes and then muttered partly to herself,

  “I do so hope you like chocolate! If not, you will now! Welcome to the chocolate sisterhood!”

  Zoe entered the room carrying three mugs and called over.

  “Didn’t anyone hear me call?! Next time, you make the drinks! Capillus knocked a whole mug of hot chocolate all over me! If he couldn’t carry the weight, he should have said! Then he wouldn’t let me wash the floor until he’d licked up as much as he could. God, I’m glad the cameras are all off! I was face down on the floor with my butt in the air like a vacuum cleaner for most of the time! Abbs, can I borrow your tracksuit again? I can’t go home looking like this.”

  She showed them her once-pale-green tracksuit, which was now largely a wet sticky brown color, as she handed them the drinks. Jilly gulped hers down in one go, then lay back and went right to sleep.

  “What’s got into sleeping beauty?” said Zoe.

  “Me, I expect,” thought Abbey.

  “Probably some sort of Zen technique. Just ignore her.”

  With that she also closed her eyes in the hope that the room would stop moving by the time she reopened them.

  Zoe went over to Jilly and tapped her gently with a foot, which just caused her to change sleeping positions and softly begin to snore.

  “Okay! What’s going on? I only left the room for a couple of minutes, and this is not a normal situation - even for us!”

  Bonding and Chocolate

  Abbey reluctantly opened her eyes, took a breath, and said,

  “Okay. I will tell you, but only after you have finished drinking any hot liquids you may still be holding. Ask your Capillus why he ignored my call and has suddenly become so clumsy!”

  Zoe went quiet. There was clearly an internal conversation going on inside her head. Then it suddenly changed to a loud, one-sided, and very verbal one.

  “He, it, whatever, says I’m too young for boys! But I am allowed girls! How dare you say if and when I am old enough! I will decide that! Not that I want anyone, as I have you, Abbey…”

  She stopped and looked at Abbey.

  “And just what did happen when old clumsy was pouring hot chocolate all over me as a diversion?”

  “Companion and my Hair decided it was time Jilly and I kissed. You know what happens when Companion has me kissing you.”

  Abbey then pointed to Jilly.

  “Meet our new little sister. She has just joined the family.”

  Zoe knelt down and then awakened Jilly by first dragging her up by her Hair and then dropping her.

  “Look! The bitch already has dozens of your gold strands amongst her own black hair! That’s not fair! I had to save its life to get my Capillus, and all she did was kiss you! Well, let’s see what happens when I pluck them out!”

  “Probably not a good idea!”

  Abbey remembered the pain from the one and only time she had tried to trim them! Then a thought not her own appeared in her mind as if to answer her.

  “ZOE AND JILLY SHOULD BE FRIENDS. BONDING IS ALLOWED.”

  “Back down, Zoe! Please, back away! I really don’t think it’s a good idea to be that close!”

  But by then it was too late. Abbey watched the ensuing events as if in slow motion. Jilly opened her eyes. Zoe let go of her Hair as if she had been burnt -which was probably the case. Both Zoe’s Hair and Jilly’s Hair grabbed each other and pulled the two together. Then Jilly wrapped her body around Zoe, opened her mouth, and kissed her long and passionately on the lips.

  “Perhaps a bucket of cold water? But it’s not like they are actually doing anything, apart from their Hair, which looks as if it has tied them together.”

  Abbey’s thoughts wandered as she stared at the two girls lying on the floor wrapped tightly together by various arms and legs but not moving and in some sort of dream state. Abbey now knew that most of what she thought happened between her and Zoe may have been nothing more than a shared sexy dream.

  After about thirty minutes, Abbey was bored. She had even finished off all the chocolate she had hidden in her bag, so being careful not to get too close, Abbey used a long pole to pry them apart. As they moved away from each other, they came back to life.

  “Okay, so what happened this time?” Abbey asked.

  Zoe was staring wide-eyed and open-mouthed. She then stood up a little unsteadily.