Message-ID: <2418eli$9707291906@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: The Adventures of Samantha (06/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5rllvn$k5s@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. One of my favourite stories for which I would like to find an end. Tigger do you hear me? A not so thoughtfull person had messed with the wron women. It is not exact what you think, but it come close. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 6___The_Adventures_of_Samantha________________________________________ "Why don't you make some coffee for us," Susan suggested, implying more than a suggestion. Dutifully, Sam went into the kitchen and brewed up a pot of coffee for the second time that afternoon. As the coffee was brewing, he got out cups and saucers, and the sugar substitute, arranging them on the tray he'd used earlier. The coffee got done, and he filled the cups. He brought the tray into the living room, serving each of the women. The women each thanked him for the coffee. He was steaming inside from being made into the hostess for this hen party. The thought of their power over him kept him from saying anything. As he was about to join the group, Jane suggested, "Why don't you go powder your nose, Samantha?" Sam took the hint, almost glad to be spared the girl talk, and headed for the bedroom. He heard the door click locked as he got inside. He didn't really have to use the bathroom, so he sat on the bed. He could hear the women's voices talking in the living room, but the voices were subdued enough that he couldn't make out any of the words. He got bored in short order. Sam stood up and looked around his prison. This was really the first time he'd been alone and aware enough to check the place out. He went over to the window. It opened, and he looked down the straight five stories to the ground. Well, he decided, there won't be any escape that way. It depressed him enough that he returned to sit on the bed in misery again. After a while, the door was unlocked, and Susan invited him in to join the group. After he brought refills for their coffee, of course. There were not any available seats, so he stood stupidly in the center of the floor until Susan suggested he sit on the floor. Gracelessly, he sat on the carpet. All of the women laughed at him, finding the awkward position he found his limbs quite amusing. "Put your legs under your hips," Susan suggested, her voice full of laughter. Sam adjusted himself into the awkward position. It was not he most comfortable position to be in, but it wasn't the worst he'd ever been in either. The women talked of small, gay things. Susan and Jane recounted Sam's adventures of that day, and they all relived the scene at the club the night before. Once in a while, one of the women asked a question of him, but the talk was mostly about him, not to him. Twice, he had to refill the coffee, having to brew another pot once. At last, the women began to leave, pleading that they had to work in the morning, and it was getting late. They all hugged and kissed Sam as they left. Finally, only Susan remained. "Well, you had better clean up these dirty things," she said. Sam collected the dirty dishes, and went to the kitchen to wash them. He still didn't like it, but was getting used to this chore by now. When he was done, Susan took him into the bedroom. She had him strip down while she went in to run a bubble bath for him. She had him remove the tampon, and bathe as she left the room. "Just put on your nightie and go to bed when you are done," she said as she went to her room. Sam washed, and dried his body. He found that Susan had put a maxi-pad into his panties, so he put them and the nightgown on. Then, he remembered to wash out the panties and stockings he'd worn earlier. He figured it might be better to try to please Susan than suffer her anger in the morning. Sam climbed into bed, and dozed off almost at once. 19 Chapter - Monday Morning The first gray rays of sunlight were beginning to come through the window in Sam's bedroom. He was not awake yet, and his mind only half registered the muted buzzing. Susan's alarm clock was going off in her bedroom, and the sound was deadened by the wall between the rooms. Sam's unconscious mind halfway heard the clock, and his dreams turned abruptly to thoughts of going to work. Somehow, probably by habit, his mind recognized that this was a workday, and he should be getting ready. As the muted buzzing stopped, his mind lost the thought, and allowed him to drift in a lesser degree of sleep. The sounds of water running in the pipes came from the bathroom. Still asleep, Sam's brain registered this, and he drifted closer to wakefulness. He was still too much asleep to register the door of the bedroom being opened, as Susan came in. "Wake up, sleepy head," she called cheerfully, shaking Sam by the shoulder. Sam made some unintelligible mumbles, as he began to come to full awareness. For a moment, he thought he had slept over with one of his conquests, a thought which brought a smile to his face. He had registered Susan's obviously feminine voice. Then, he recognized that voice. He awoke with a start, recognizing that the nightmare was continuing. He got out of bed groggy. Something made him aware that Susan wouldn't be going away until he was on his feet. "Go on into the bathroom, Sam," Susan said, "and finish waking up." Her voice had the ring of laughter in it. Sam went into the bathroom, and ran some cold water over his face, bringing him to full consciousness. He felt his bladder was full, so went over to the toilet. As he pulled his panties down, he saw the soaked maxi-pad in them. He performed the necessary functions, trying to recall how Susan had handled the pad yesterday. Finally recalling the incident, he stripped the pad from the panties. He'd already inserted a tampon from the on the toilet tank. He pulled the panties completely off is feet, and took them to the sink, where he washed them out. He hung them on the towel rack, and stripped off his nightgown, hanging it on the hook behind the door. Then, he went into the bedroom again to face Susan. Susan had already made the bed, and laid some clothing out on it. He went over, and began putting on the frilly underwear. The panties and bra were the same style he'd been wearing yesterday, though the panties had a bunch of lace sewn all over them. The silly garter belt was there, so he put that on as well. He recalled how Susan had shown him to put the garters through the panty, and how difficult it had been to go to the bathroom before she had shown him that trick, so he did that as well. The dress he picked up was at least more substantial than those he'd been wearing. It had shoulders. It was sleeveless, and had a scoop neck, flowing to a straight skirt. He put the bright red dress on. It fell about halfway between the bottom of his panties and his knees. He looked at Susan. She was not dressed informally, as he'd seen her on the previous days. She had a white blouse with a black bow on, and her skirt was a gray checked thing, falling to the middle of her knees. She was wearing about two inch heels with her clothes. She looked good to him. Susan had him come over to the dressing table, and told him to put on some lipstick and comb his hair. She went out to the kitchen to make coffee. Sam picked up the brush, and began combing. He looked at what he was doing in the mirror, and was appalled to see he was mashing the hair down. He hoped Susan wouldn't come back in until he figured out how to fix it. He ran his hands through the hair, mussing it but getting it to stand up again. He recalled that Susan's touch with the brush had been very light yesterday, so he made a concentrated effort to brush lightly. He was rewarded by seeing the hair brush into its now familiar style. Finding the blue purse, he dug through it to find the lipstick. He opened it, and began smearing the stuff on his lips. He managed without straying from the outside of his lip line. Susan returned, and looked him over, complimenting him for getting things right for a change. She then handed him a pair of stockings, which he put on. The red pumps she got out for him slipped on as easily as he remembered. Susan hastily clipped a necklace and bracelet on him, then took up the cologne spray and zapped him with that. He smelled like a flower again. Susan got a bright red purse from the dresser, and had him put his belongings into it. It was a shoulder bag, like the one he'd taken to the mall on Saturday. When she was satisfied, Susan led him to the kitchen for some coffee. "Only coffee this morning," she apologized. "I have to get to work early." Just then, the doorbell rang. Susan indicated that Sam should answer it. He went to the front door and opened it. Gwen was standing there, dressed in her white nurse's uniform, with a cute little cap. He stood back so she could enter. It looked like everyone was going to work but him. Gwen accepted a cup of coffee, which she drank hastily. "I have to get to the office," she explained. "Come along, Samantha," she smiled. Sam looked at Susan inquiringly. "You are going with Gwen today, Sam," Susan said with a smile. 20 Chapter - The Hard Truth Bowing to the inevitable, Sam followed Gwen downstairs to her car. He got in, and she made sure his seat belt was secure before she headed out into traffic. Gwen probably been the most helpful of the women so far, so Sam thought he might try and talk to her a bit. "Gwen," he began. "I have got to go to work. You girls have already made me miss one day of it. Can you change me back, and let me go?" "Why, Samantha," she replied, her eyes twinkling, "you have only just begun your adventure. Why on earth would you want to leave us now?" "But I have to go to work," he protested. "We have that all taken care of," she reassured him. Some reassurance, he thought, as he sat back in the seat in defeat. They drove into the parking lot of the professional building about halfway between Susan's place and his old apartment. Sam had passed the building a number of times, but had never been inside. Gwen took him inside. Sam followed Gwen through the doorway, where she smiled and greeted the watchman, then down the shined hard floor to an office with a frosted window in the door. "Lois Bryant, MD, OB/GYN," it read. OB/GYN? Isn't that where women go to have babies, Sam thought to himself. He'd never even thought about going into a place like this before. Gwen opened the door with a key from her key ring, leading Sam into the waiting room. The waiting room was typical doctor's office. Several old sofas were placed around the walls, looking like they had been rescued from some Salvation Army store. There was a low coffee table in the middle, and several end tables scattered around the walls. Like most doctor's offices Sam had been in, there were hundreds of magazines scattered around, though the stacks did seem neater than he was used to. "Just take a seat here in the waiting room," Gwen instructed. "We have some patients today, but we'll work you in as we have time." Gwen went into a rear office, and appeared moments later at an open window/counter. She began shuffling some papers. Sam picked a the end of a couch in the corner of the office, hoping the plant in the corner would hide him. He was uncomfortable in this place already. A few minutes after Sam was settled, Lois walked in. She was wearing a navy skirt and white blouse, and navy pumps, he noticed. She saw Gwen, greeted her with a cheery, "Good morning," and glanced around the office. The plant didn't hide Sam. "Good morning, Samantha," she said. "You are looking wonderful this morning." Recalling the chastisement he'd received yesterday morning, Sam thanked Lois for the compliment. "Why don't you move up here," Lois said, pointing to a sofa near the counter. Reluctantly, Sam got up and moved to the indicated position. He didn't even have the plant to hide behind now. Lois went into the back, leaving Sam alone in the waiting room. He wasn't alone for long, because a woman entered a few minutes later. She was dressed in a conservatively cut suit, Sam noticed, as she walked to the counter, said a few words to Gwen, then sat on one of the sofas. She reached out, and began leafing through one of the magazines. While Sam was observing this, another woman came in. This one was obviously pregnant. Sam noticed that she went through the same steps as the first woman. Another woman came in. This one was dressed in a white uniform, like Gwen's, but she didn't have a hat. She went into the back, and took Gwen's place at the counter. Sam surmised that this was the receptionist. Gwen stuck her head out of the door and called, "Helen, you can come in now." The pregnant woman went to the door and followed Gwen back into the back. Another woman came in, went through the sign in ritual, and sat down before Gwen called the first woman to the back. Sam was getting bored by now. He picked up a magazine from the stack next to him. "Modern Motherhood," it read. He dropped it back on the stack immediately. He lifted several others, noting that most of them were dealing with parenthood. He guessed that these might be appropriate for an office of this type, but he was not in the least bit interested in reading that kind of material. He finally came across a Vogue in the pile. Sighing, he began leafing through it. At least it was better than reading about babies. Gwen came to the door and called the next patient. She smiled at Sam before she led the other woman to the back. The pregnant woman came out about this time, discretely adjusting her clothing. She went to the desk, talked to the receptionist for a minute, then accepted a slip of paper and left. Another pregnant woman came in. Sam was beginning to figure that this was going to be a long wait, when Gwen came to the door and said, "Samantha, I think we can take you now." Sam was eager enough to follow her. At least there would be a change of scenery from the waiting room. Gwen led Sam into a small examining room. "Let's get you started," she said. "Step out of your heels, and stand on the scale," she continued. Sam stepped out of his shoes, and stepped on the scale he saw at the side of the room. The floor was cold on his stocking clad feet. Gwen went through the moving of the weights to weigh him, then pulled the rod up to measure his height. She had him sit next to the desk in the corner, and took his temperature and blood pressure. Sam was used to these thing, his doctor did them every time he visited him. So far, there was no big secret to being in this women's doctor's office. Gwen then put her stethoscope to her ears, and began pressing the cold metal disk to Sam's body. When she put it on his breasts, he felt the nipples grow hard from the cold metal. He'd been noticing his nipples hardening at almost any provocation. Other than that, he was not unfamiliar with the procedures. As Gwen finished writing her findings in a folder, she told Sam to disrobe and sit on the examining table in the middle of the room. Hesitantly Sam complied, though he only took the dress off. Gwen looked sharply at him, "No, Sam, take everything off." Resigned, Sam stripped and sat on the table. Gwen came over with a rubber hammer, testing Sam's reflexes. Then she told him to lie down on the table, helping to move him into the position she had in mind. Sam's feet dangled over the end of the table, but Gwen didn't seem to mind. Gwen lifted one leg up by the knee, and placed it in a stirrup that Sam hadn't noticed earlier. She repeated the process with the other, then moved the stirrups out form the table, spreading Sam's legs wide apart. Sam turned deep red. He was terribly embarrassed to be so exposed to Gwen. Gwen draped a green cloth from Sam's knees to his waist. Sam couldn't see anything below his waist now, but the coolness he felt in his genitals reminded him how exposed he was. Gwen was doing something at the side of the table, when the support below Sam's hips fell away. Gwen went to the small refrigerator on the wall of the room, and removed a bottle with a big rubber hose coming out of it. She went to the foot of the table, and began doing something. Sam felt her fingers on his groin, then the tampon being removed. He felt something enter into him. "This may be uncomfortable," Gwen said cheerfully. Suddenly, Sam felt as if a hot poker had been jammed into his stomach. Then, it turned cold. He felt the coldness seeping up from his groin to his belly. It felt like ice water was invading him. Sam felt the coldness warm up inside his body, and the tube being removed from him. Then he heard the liquid dripping into a pan. "I kept that in the refrigerator just for you," Gwen laughed. "We usually douche our patients with warm water, but we wanted you to remember it." Leaving Sam supported in this precarious and exposed position, dripping water into the pan, Gwen simply smiled and walked out of the room. It seemed like a long time to Sam, but must have been only a few minutes before Gwen returned, this time accompanying Lois. They both smiled at him. "Good morning, Samantha," Lois began, as she moved to the foot of the table, Gwen at her shoulder. Lois now had a white lab coat over her blouse. Lois moved the pan out of her way, and sat down on a small stool, directly in front of Sam's exposed parts. He could feel himself blushing again. He felt her doing something to his groin, then something entered deep inside him, feeling like it was filling a passage. He felt it wiggle around, then withdraw swiftly. Something cold entered him next. It warmed quickly as it squirmed around inside him, then he felt a sharp pinch. The instrument was withdrawn. Lois kept down there for a while longer, her fingers probing his genitals, then she stripped off her surgical gloves and left the room. "We'll have to wait a while for the tests to come back," Gwen said. Gwen followed Lois out of the room, again leaving Sam in the awkward position. Sam tried to move to get more comfortable, but his legs stuck in the stirrups restricted his movement greatly. He sighed, and lay back accepting it. A few minutes later, Gwen came back in the room, this time leading Gloria. "Good morning, Samantha," Gloria said. Sam wondered how they could all be so cheerful. Oh well, they weren't hanging out over this silly table. "I came over from the University Hospital as soon as I could get away. Now, let's see what we have here, " Gloria continued. She sat down at the end of the table and proceeded to duplicate the things that Lois had done a few minutes earlier. The only difference was that the pinch was missing. Finally, Gloria stood and looked at him, "It looks excellent, Samantha. But, we'll have to wait for Lois' tests to be really sure." Gloria smiled and left the room. Now, Gwen took her turn at the end of the table. Sam felt her inserting a tampon. "All finished," Gwen smiled, as she restored the table to it's normal position. "You can get up and get dressed now," she concluded as she walked from the room again. Sam got up, still humiliated, and slowly began dressing. While he was not yet familiar enough with his clothing to be fast in any case, he was dressing slower than normal. After dressing, Sam sat down on the chair by the desk. He wondered what was going to happen now. Gwen walked in a few minutes later, saying, "Oh, you're dressed. Good. Go back and wait in the waiting room." Sam got up and returned to the waiting room, noticing that more women had arrived while he had been getting examined. His old seat was open, so he sat down and picked up the Vogue again. A number of the other women went into the back, and returned while he was waiting. He'd finished looking through the Vogue, without any real interest, and had picked up another magazine. It was one of those baby ones, but it was something to do. The waiting room cleared out, and Sam noticed that it was 12:30 on the clock on the wall. He hadn't noticed what time it had been when he had gone into the examining room, but was sure it had been several hours ago. Gwen and Gloria walked out from the back and turned to him. "Come on, Sam," Gwen said. "Let's go get some lunch." The three of them went across the street to a small restaurant, and had small house salads with coffee. Sam ate every leaf of lettuce. As they left, Gloria said she had to get back to her office. She went her way while Gwen and Sam went back to Lois' office. "Wait here," Gwen smiled, in the waiting room. Sam sighed, and picked up the magazine he'd been leafing through. He got through three more before he looked up at the clock again. It was 3:30, and he was still waiting. He stood, to stretch his muscles. The receptionist glared at him. Sam sat back down, sighed, and picked up yet another magazine. At last, Gwen called him into the back again. This time they went into a more standard office setting. Lois looked up from the papers on her desk, smiled, and indicated a chair. Gwen sat in the other one. "Well, Samantha," Lois began. "You will be happy to know that all of our tests show you to be a normal, functioning female." Sam was shocked. He'd known it, really, but hearing it said out loud crushed him. "I saw no abnormality in your sex organs at all," she continued, "and Gloria's examination showed the same." "Incidentally, your hymen is intact," she kept going. "I guess that makes you a virgin." Gwen and Lois both giggled at this pronouncement. Sam turned beet red. Lois wrote something on a piece of paper. She handed it to Sam, saying, "This is a prescription for oral contraceptives. You will want to get it filled this afternoon." My god, Sam thought. I'm really a girl now, and a virgin to boot. Now, she's giving me a prescription for the pill. Sam had no intention of needing the pill. "Gwen," Lois continued, "why don't you take the rest of the day off. Take Sam home, and make sure to get the script filled." Gwen and Sam stood and left the office to Lois' cheery, "See you later, Sam." Sam noted it was 4 PM as they left the office and went to Gwen's car. Gwen drove out into traffic, and pulled in at a strip mall further down the street. The big neon sign in front of them announced, "Drugs." Gwen led Sam into the drug store, and back to the pharmacist's counter. The clerk looked up inquiringly, then said, "Hi Gwen." Gwen smiled, then turned to Sam. "Give her your prescription, Samantha," she ordered. Sam gave the paper to the clerk, receiving a number in return. Gwen led Sam into the store's aisles, stopping at the cosmetics displays. She pointed out various cosmetics to Sam, often saying they'd look good on him. She picked up a couple of them before Sam's number was called. They returned to the pharmacy window, where the clerk gave Sam a small paper bag. "That will be Thirty Four Fifty," she said. Gwen quickly said, "It's on our office. And would you ring these up as well?", placing the cosmetics she'd selected on the counter. The clerk merrily began adding the purchases on the register, and Gwen paid with cash from her purse, after getting a receipt. Gwen drove Sam back to Susan's apartment. Susan was home, and let them in. 21 Chapter - To Tell the Truth Susan was now dressed in jeans and a plaid blouse. She looked inquiringly at Gwen. "Oh, Sam's normal," Gwen said. "She's even a virgin." The girls began giggling. "Lois gave her some pills too. Oh, and I noticed her flow was ebbing." "That's great news," Susan replied. Sam, once again a beet red, wondered what language these women were speaking in the last sentence. The doorbell rang just about then, and Jane came in to join them. Seeing Jane, Gwen said, "Oh! Samantha said something about having to go to work today." The girls began laughing harder, much to Sam's increased puzzlement. Jane looked at him, saying, "Sam, dearest, you resigned from the office last Friday. I typed up the letter myself, and stamped it with the signature stamp in your desk. Something about personal problems." The girls began laughing even harder now. "Oh, I got your severance pay check. Mr. Grant had me type it," she said, proffering the green check to Sam. Sam saw it was clearly made out to Samantha Gordon. His heart sank even lower. "Just write your name on the back," Jane said. "I want to get it to the bank before it closes." She handed Sam a pen from her purse. Sam didn't know what to do. Susan made a motion like someone giving a shot, and Sam decided to sign the check. Jane left quickly, with a, "Be back soon, girls." Susan and Gwen began talking together, mostly about things incomprehensible to Sam, though he knew that they were talking about him. He sat glumly on the sofa. Jane came back after a while, and held out a check book with red roses all over the cover. She handed it to Sam. Sam looked inside, and noted that the checks were printed for Samantha Gordon. "How did you do that," Sam sputtered, knowing you had to sign a bunch of forms to get a bank account. "Easy," Jane laughed. "Do you remember all those forms you signed Saturday? The bank application was in with them." The girls laughed again. "I opened the account with my money on Saturday for you," Jane continued, "and I picked up the checks from the printer today." "By the way," she said, "you owe me a hundred dollars." The girls began laughing until Sam could tears streaming down some of their faces. He wondered what was so funny. "I'd better keep that for you," Susan said, taking the checkbook from him. Just then, Sharon came in. Like Susan earlier, Sharon was dressed in attractive suit, with a ruffled blouse. Her navy bag and pumps matched the suit. Recalling the price tags on some of the things at the mall the other day, Sam figured the suit must have cost $500, easily. "Hi gang," Sharon said. "Let me look at you, Sam," she said with a smile Sam stood for yet another inspection. These inspections by the women were getting old. "You look absolutely, lovely," she said, and, as soon as Sam thanked her for the compliment, turned to the others. "I'd have been here sooner," she said to them, "but I had to meet my lawyer at the Club." "Anything interesting," Susan inquired. "Just something I've been playing with," Sharon replied. "We all know what that means," Susan said, laughing. The others had joined in the laughter, leaving Sam alone in he lack of knowledge. Sam must have had a look of incomprehension on his face, because Gwen asked, "What's troubling you, Sam, dear?" Sam stared at Sharon, and questioned, "Sharon, your suit is terrific, and I'd sure love to do something about getting you out of it." The girls broke into hearty laughter at that. "If I were able," Sam amended, recalling his present situation. "But, it must have cost a fortune," he continued. "How does a bar maid afford such beautiful clothes?" The girls were doubled over with laughter now, and Sam could see the tears streaming from all of their eyes. He must have said something really funny. "Sam, love," Sharon spoke, as soon as she had composed herself a bit, "you really don't know anything about the women you have chased, do you?" Sam had to admit to himself that knowing about the women he'd had was not the topmost thing on his mind. He'd always thought of women as something for pleasure. "Sharon," Susan interceded, "is DOCTOR Sharon Wilson. She has a ScD. in Electrical Engineering from MIT. She invented a computer system that so changed the industry that it is now an industry standard, and she makes about ten dollars in royalties on almost every computer sold around the world." "After that, she left IBM, and went into business for herself as an inventor. IBM let her go with the agreement that she'd continue on a consulting basis. Every few months, she gets an idea with her tinkering, and sells her inventions for big bucks," Susan continued. "She got the Nobel for her computer thingie. She OWNS the bar we got youfrom. She just likes to work there sometimes to meet the common folks," Susan concluded. Sharon had turned crimson hearing the recitation of her accomplishments. Sam sat back stunned. He had no idea that Sharon was such an important person. He'd always thought of her as a pleasant, good looking bartender who he hadn't gotten into the sack yet. The others were now laughing even harder at Sam's discomfort, and obvious puzzlement. Sharon recovered, and laughed, "I'll bet he knows next to nothing about any of the women he's bedded." The others agreed, laughing. Sam responded eagerly to Susan's suggestion he go make coffee for the group. At least the kitchen was away from the scene of his last faux pas. Carol and Lois had joined the group when Sam returned with the coffee. The others were cluing the newcomers in on Sam's latest blunder, and all were laughing heartily. Sam endured the discomfort, as Carol was brought up to date on his condition. He was beginning to wonder what else there was about these women he didn't know. Tom rang the bell after a few more minutes, and walked into the room carrying two large pizza boxes, and a couple of six packs of beer. "Oh, Tom," Susan laughed, "you always did have a way of knowing our weaknesses." Tom laughed easily, "I saw all the cars in the lot, and just knew my 'harem' would be up here. So I went over to Antonia's, fixing to ply you all with good food and strong drink." Jane punched him playfully on the arm, and took the pizza boxes, placing them on the coffee table. The girls unceremoniously ripped the boxes open, and began lifting wedges of the gooey pizza. "What's the matter, Sam," Susan said, seeing Sam abstaining, "not hungry? Sam was, in fact, hungry. He'd been hungry for days, and been frustrated in satisfying it at every turn. But he also remembered that each time he'd gone for some good food, the women had stopped him with warnings, and even threats. He'd decided to wait for permission this time. With Susan's words, he grabbed a wedge of the sloppy pizza as well. Tom came over to the sofa, and always the gentleman, perched himself on the wing. The fact that this placed him right next to Sam didn't bother him in the least, but left Sam uneasy. "Where's Gloria tonight?" Tom asked, between bites. "Oh, she called the office just before I left," Lois replied. "Somebody got into an accident, and she had to go to the hospital. She sent her regrets." The others sobered at the thought, but then became playful again. "Wait 'til she hears she missed the pizza," Gwen exclaimed. Everyone started laughing again. They all finished with the pizzas and beer. Even Sam was allowed to have a beer, the first real drink he'd had since this adventure began. Sam was still hungry, but the reproving eyes of some of the girls had limited him to two slices, like the others. They all leaned back and relaxed in the good cheer and company, when Sam felt Tom's arm circle his shoulders. "Samantha, you are looking especially lovely tonight," Tom said. Sam smiled his pleasure. Something made him like this handsome man. He seemed to be changing his perspective. "Um, Tom," Carol began. "There's something I think we need to tell you." His arm still draped on Sam's shoulders, Tom looked inquiringly at Lois. "You knew we all love you," she continued. "And you're always there for us." Tom laughed, saying, "And I'm handsome and good in bed too!." The group broke up into laughter again. "Listen to this guy fishing for compliments," Jane said, as she punched him playfully again. "And a real hunk," Carol continued, laughing. "And maybe trainable in bed." Even bigger laughs emerged from the whole group. "And modest, too," Susan volunteered. Tears filled all the girls' eyes as they laughed. Tom was laughing just as hard as the rest of the group. 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