Casa del Fuego, living in the renovated barn, comprises fourteen women and two men. They have the first week of July off before they start the six-wee...k production camp. As Brian says, "I'm just glad we've got a week off before the shit hits the fan!" Right.This is a work of fiction. If you think you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Codes: mt/ft, ft/ft, MA/FA, FA/FA, polyamory. There is no attempt to code every kind. "I want to get up," I said."Now Miss Owen I'm not sure you're ready for that yet." I need to see it now!" I insisted.The Doctor looked at me and eventually capitulated, "OK, but take it easy, one step at a time."He pulled back the covers and began to undo the bindings that held my normal hands. Then I felt the odd sensation of him freeing my four new appendages. I could feel them shift oddly mostly hanging down lifelessly, their weight pulling at me on my sides. I moved to get out of bed using. I thought it was kind of an odd choice of music for a big function like this, but it soon slipped into the background as the crowded rooms broke down into smaller groups of conversation.Alex threaded her way through, and I was happy to follow her. We made our way through the front parlor, a large television room, and into the dining room. Bryan was standing by the table, talking to a couple of other guys, when he saw Alex bringing me in."Porter! Over here!"I thanked Alex and walked over to. Until that special moment happened. Which was always initiated on the spur of the moment. It was usually something little that sparked it, but the sign was usually clear. Tonight, the sign was as clear as the water we were walking beside.I found out what that little spark was tonight as I began to run my hands over her body and down underneath the towel wrapped around her waist. The towel did not come loose, as I was careful, but when my hands treaded underneath it, I found that Callie was.