She giggled, a high, tinkly sound that descended the scale and ended in a sigh. She had the thing; it was hers. All hers. The box hugged to her chest, she climbed the creaking stairs to her room. Breaths came quickly, and not because of the climb. Oh, no, not the climb. Her pulse pounded in her ears and she could feel the heat begin on her cheeks. Her fingers fumbled with her keys at the door.

"Faustina."

She jumped. The heavy box slipped in ther sweaty fingers and she grabbed for it. Trapped it at her knees. With effort, she got her fingers around the corners and hauled it back into her arms where it belonged. Safe in her arms.

Mr. Daily stepped out of the shadows. She glanced at him, then looked away with a grimace. He really should wear a shirt. Men that fat should be covered all over. Keep America Beautiful. She blinked at him and didn't speak.

She didn't need to. He said, "Faustina, I need your rent money."

Well, duh. He always needed her rent money. Always. If he was speaking to her it always meant he needed rent money. "Uh, I don't have it." She wanted to be gone. The keys jingled in her fingers, eager to unlock the door and be away. Far away, in her room.

"You got money for TV's and stuff, but you don't got your rent? What's that, a VCR?"

She shook her head, relieved she could be truthful. "No, it's not. Not a VCR."

"What, then?"

Her face fell. Now she had to lie. "It's...it's...a humidifier. Yeah. I got an awful lung thing. It's a humidifier."

Her landlord peered at the box, but all it said was "Up" and had arrows pointing at her stomach.

"A humidifier," Faustina insisted.

It took an awful long time for Mr. Daily to finally decide he wasn't getting money today. She waited. Her mind drifted to the thing in the box and she bit her lip to keep the smile away. No smile. She could smile later.

Eventually the sigh came and Mr. Daily said, "Get it to me by the end of the week, or you're out."

She nodded once, thrust the key into the lock, opened the door and was through in an instant. The deadbolt chunked home with one shove.

Another giggle burbled from her.

There wasn't much in her tiny room. Just a bed, TV and VCR. Good equipment, though. High resolution, stereo sound, top of the line. She needed it. Anything less made it all pointless. Her heart skipped at the sight of her beautiful machines. And the stack of tapes next to them.

On her knees, she set the box on the floor and stripped the duct tape from it. The flaps flapped open. That smile came as she pulled the equipment from its styrofoam cradle. Her fingers flew to unwind and connect the cords. She knew where they all went. This had been her dream for ages. Capture.

Jacks jacked and everything connected, she turned to the stack of tapes where her fingers danced. Who first? Who...

Ah. This one. She slipped it into the VCR and pressed PLAY with a slippery finger. SCAN. To the good part. Yessss, the good part. Parts is parts, and here there be good ones. Beautiful parts. On the screen a gentle tenor voice said, "A Nobel Prize in physics, and I'm having to fight to keep my diaper on!"

She pushed CAP. A little too hard. The unit shoved over. But the air shimmered, and there he was. She trembled.

He looked at her and his eyes went wide. They were green. Lovely, lovely green. And the white patch of hair fell onto his forehead.

"Who are you?" He glanced around the room.

She stood. "Hi. My name's Faustina." She reached out to touch the flat of his stomach. So delightfully bare.

He smiled but cringed. "Uh, well, hi Faustina." His hand went up to fend her. Eyes crinkled at the corners, but he was stammering. "I...I...you..." He sighed. "Oh boy."

Faustina realized her error and reached down for the DEL button. He disintegrated as quickly as he'd arrived.

Another tape. This time the man with the white patch of hair was inside a silver-colored car where he'd just found a large knife. She pushed CAP again.

There he was, and the knife clattered to the floor. Wearing only drawstring pajama bottoms, he was gorgeous. "Hi," she said with a smile. "I'm Faustina." Her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse and a smile touched his lips. This was more like it.

Her palm brushed the hairs covering his belly. Dark. Soft. His flesh jumped at her touch, but there was a stirring in the loose cotton below. He wasn't very talkative. Good. This tape was prone to lame dialogue anyway.

Buttons undone, she slipped the blouse from her shoulders. His fingers danced up her side and came to rest on her nipple. Light. Such a light touch! He leaned down and kissed her. Delicious. His tongue parted her lips and she opened wide for it. Her thumb brushed his raised nipple and there was a rumbling in his chest.

His lips left hers and went to her neck. A kiss, then the gentlest of bites. Her head spun, but she made him stop. Gotta stop. Gotta do the other one.

Another tape in, she found the good part. The fellow with the chipmunk smile and shoulder-length hair, wearing only jeans, was in the bathroom, arguing with his girlfriend about God while she showered. Faustina pushed CAP.

One look at her with wet lips and her blouse on the floor, and the guy with the shaggy hair smiled. "Well, I know I'm in the right place." His eyelids drooped as he sized up the guy with green eyes, but as he bit his lower lip he nodded oh so slightly. Green Eyes raised his chin and gazed back as calmly. Those eyes even twinkled a little.

Shaggy Hair took Faustina by the hand and drew her along as he backed toward the bed. He slipped onto the comforter and lay on his side against the wall. She followed him and pulled Green Eyes after her, who settled in against her back while she ran her hand down Shaggy's nearly hairless chest. He and Green Eyes each grabbed hold of her waistband and relieved her of the rest of her clothing in an instant. Then they slipped off the jeans and PJ's respectively and Faustina was ensconced in warm flesh. The men surrounded her with musky skin and butterfly-ticking hairs. Hot breath was on her neck.

Green Eyes slipped his hand around her hip and down between her thighs. As he lifted one, Shaggy slipped his hand in to find her wet. She ran her fingers into Shaggy's hair and he kissed her. His tongue was longer than Green Eyes', as was everything else about him. As he bent her head back, Green Eyes put his lips to her neck and nibbled. His hardest part pressed to her behind and found its way into the crevice, flat like a sausage on a bun. Her cheeks caressed him and he moaned.

Hands were everywhere, and she lost track of whose was whose. One caressed her breast, and it could have been Shaggy or Green Eyes. A finger slipped into her, but it was impossible to tell from which direction. Hips moved against her. Legs wound around her. Lips kissed her shoulder and her mouth all at once.

When Shaggy relinquished her mouth, Green Eyes claimed it. Shaggy leaned down to suck a breast into his mouth as she lay on her back. Warmth swelled in her as he pulled on it, like nursing. Then he kissed her belly, then her thigh. As he moved down and lifted her near leg to duck under it, Green Eyes eased upward and leaned over her for a deeper kiss. His broad shoulders enveloped her. He was more muscular than Shaggy, and his arms were solid, hard flesh.

Below, Shaggy's tongue touched her other lips. Lightly at first, then he went deeper and made her wetter. What a talented man! Shivers skittered up her belly and down her thighs. Her hips thrust to him. Green Eyes reached down to press her thigh to the mattress for Shaggy to have better access. Faustina moaned into Green Eyes' mouth. His fingers found her throat then danced down to tweak her nipple.

Shaggy's tongue found her best spot and played with it. Her breaths came hard and fast, blowing through her nose against Green Eyes' cheek. Shaggy set up a rhythm, his slick tongue stroking like her heart. Colors swam before her eyes. But then he stopped. She pulled away from Green Eyes to cry out an objection.

Together the men turned her over and Shaggy slipped an arm around her waist to pull her onto all fours. Kneeling between her knees, he slipped into her with one easy thrust. He was enormous and made her gasp. All her internal curves were suddenly straightened as the rod made its way up.

Then her eyes went wide as Green Eyes positioned himself in front of her and she saw he was just as big. Not as long, but much wider. Her mouth went over him, but even her hand couldn't cover what was left outside. Her tongue played with the salty-tasting head.

Shaggy slipped in and out with the gentle rhythm of before and his hands went to her breasts. Each thrust brought a gentle squeeze. Green Eyes' thigh muscles twitched under her hands. He leaned back on his elbows and his head fell back. His chest heaved. She sucked and played with the huge thing, relishing each moan like applause.

As Shaggy shoved himself into her, she felt a tiny shudder. The room began to spin and suddenly she was on her back again and Shaggy entering her again from the front. His arm around her waist, he lifted her hips from the mattress. Green Eyes knelt by her head and she sucked him into her mouth again.

Shaggy's eyelids drooped. His lips were dark and his breaths came faster and faster. Green Eyes leaned over and kissed him. Tongues lashing, Shaggy reached over and ran a thumb over Green Eyes' nipple. Then he took two gasps, broke away, and buried his face between Faustina's breasts. His hips slammed against hers as one arm wound around her waist like a steel band. A great shudder was felt by all as Shaggy emptied himself into her.

As Shaggy struggled to catch his breath, Green Eyes hauled her up onto his lap and moved to perch on the edge of the bed. His feet braced against the carpet. She straddled him and settled over him, her back to his chest. Her swollen insides almost couldn't take him. He held her waist and balanced her as her tender flesh parted for him, until she was flat against his hips. Then he set his feet as far apart as they would go, spreading her thighs as well. He lay back on the bed and urged her to lean back over him. His hands stroked her belly and her breasts as her back arched. A hand along her throat urged her head back to lie on his shoulder. She couldn't move against his hips, but could still feel him inside her. His stiff penis made a hard rise under the muscles below her navel. Laid across him like that, she felt impaled on an altar of flesh, awaiting sacrifice.

Shaggy knelt on the floor before them and with his thumbs spread her flesh to open her sensitive spot to cool air. Green Eyes knees parted even more, opening her up to Shaggy. The hot tongue made her gasp. A deep tremble made him pause. He watched her for a moment to be sure she wouldn't come yet, then touched his tongue to her again. She moaned, unable to tell the exquisite tongue from the hands which stroked her belly, her arms, her throat. She squeezed herself around Green Eyes and he moaned, the vibration less heard than felt on her back.

Shaggy licked her hard, and her back arched. He licked again, this time including Green Eyes. They both responded, and so Shaggy gave liberal treatment to labia and testicles. Green Eyes' hips moved below her and he gasped his pleasure. She squeezed him and he squeezed her breasts in return. Shaggy pressed his hands to Green Eyes' knees and gave gentle bites to all four thighs before diving again. Green Eyes held her chin and pressed her head against his shoulder. He moaned in her ear and muttered to her how good this felt to him in a voice that faltered with each stroke of the tongue below.

Then Shaggy's tongue found the nub again and with a wild, dizzying surge sent her over. She cried out and gasped. The world went away completely, leaving only her flesh and the bodies of these men.

Shaggy sat back on the carpet and Green Eyes came back up off the bed. Arms around her waist, he stayed inside her as he continued forward onto the floor. Then he laid her limp form on top of Shaggy, between his legs. Her head rested on Shaggy's chest and she closed her eyes, but they came open again when he gave a hard thrust into her.

The hugeness of him and the tenderness of her insides made her moan. She was too weak to move. As Green Eyes shoved himself into her over and over, tension arose again and another orgasm struck. She moaned into Shaggy's chest. Green Eyes kept going and she felt each relentless thrust deep inside. As yet another orgasm gathered itself in her, she lifted her head to kiss Shaggy. His tongue went into her mouth as the shudder took her. The thrusts came quicker now. Shaggy's knees came up and a heel pressed to Green Eyes' behind.

The man inside her cried out as he came, and pressed his sweat-covered face against her back. Damp hair tickled her. They all collapsed onto the carpet, Faustina held between the two in quiet sharing.

It was impossible to tell how long she slept. The world was dark when she awoke and the street outside was quiet. Soft breathing on both sides soothed her. She lay like that for a while, then sat up.

In the light leaking through the window from the streetlamp, she gazed at the sleepers. Green Eyes with his long face peaceful. Shaggy with a tiny smile still on those luscious lips. She kissed each of them on the mouth. Lightly. Such good boys. Delightful boys. Then she reached over to the machine and pushed DEL.

Again she was alone.

Her fingers went to the stack of tapes. Which one? Which...ah, this one. The tape she held was marked "Speed." She giggled, a high, tinkly sound.