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Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry - The Sequel (tg) [3/10]
Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 03:10:03 -0500
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Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new 
addy to get it out.

Here's part 3.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
to download, photocopy, copy and repost so long as any such action 
contains these disclaimers, and no attempt is made to profit from 
this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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THE NEXT MORNING AT JACK'S HOTEL ROOM...

Jack woke up, his body aching with sexual need.  His cock was so hard 
with "blue balls", that he couldn't even think straight.  He reached 
up grabbed his dick and started pumping.  With his free hand he 
stroked his nipple.  And before he remembered what doing so would 
mean, he was spraying into the air.  Jack felt his body tremble and 
change.

He got up, his new DD's bouncing as he moved.  He should now be 
38DD-31-36.5.  He went into the bathroom and got another shock as he 
looked in the mirror.  "My hair!  It's grown!"  His hair had indeed 
grown out.  Down to his shoulders, in fact.  And his face...  Well, 
you could still tell it was him if you looked real close, but 
otherwise, he looked like a woman.

Jack wandered out to the main room where he saw another note by the 
door.  Quickly running over and grabbing it, he sat down to read it.

"Dear Jack,

The fact that you are reading this means that you didn't have the 
guts to go out as a woman to meet your wife.  I suppose you think you 
can just wait until she returns from her trip.  Well, there are a 
couple things to keep in mind concerning that plan.

First, your hotel reservation runs out today, and the hotel you're at 
takes pictures of the credit card holder to ensure that no one else 
uses the card.  And since you now look more like a woman, and you 
didn't approve your wife on your cards as an approved user at the 
hotel, the hotel will, in all likelihood, not extend your reservation.

But I suppose you could theoretically con them into extending it (a 
good blow job for the manager would probably do it) or you could go 
to another hotel and claim that the Jack on your cards is short for 
Jacqueline (This would probably go easier if you put an i and an e 
after your first name on the signature, "Jackie", and you tell them 
the embossed name on the front is a mistake printing).  But if you 
decide on this course of action, there's a second problem you need to 
be aware of.

Included in the chemicals in your body is a bonding element which 
connects the portions of your brain which control dreaming, and the 
portion which controls your sex drive.  In other words, Jack, 
starting on your second night as a she-male, it will be impossible 
for you to dream anything other than erotic dreams.  I bet you woke 
up this morning with a hard-on that you just had to play with, didn't 
you?  Did you play with your new titties when you played with your 
dick, Jack?

Of course, now that you know about it, you may think you can control 
yourself in the morning, and, maybe you can.  But with that much 
regular stimulation, combined with the chemicals making you younger 
(that's a constant effect till you get to puberty, orgasms just 
accelerate it.  Oh, did I forget to mention that in my first 
letter?), it'll only be another day or two before you're having wet 
dreams and orgasming in your sleep.  I figure by the end of the week, 
you'll be having 2-5 of those a night.

So if you do decide to wait, expect a bare minimum of 5 cup sizes of 
growth.  I honestly expect around 10-15.  Maybe more.

I just wanted to let you know that the offer of a helicopter ride to 
the ship is still available, but since you have been so inconsiderate 
as to keep your wife waiting, you now have to be dressed for the 
occasion.  You will need to be in a bra and panties (my pilot will 
check), and a dress.  That's right, Jack, a dress.

Now I suggest you get out there and get what you need soon, Jack. 
I've checked.  Most stores in town don't carry bras larger than DDD. 
Enough do so that they won't be that hard to find, but so that you'll 
need to look, carry up to EE, and a couple custom lingerie shops 
carry up to I, but if you're larger than that, you'll need to special 
order, and even if you pay for overnight delivery that's still 
risking another couple cup sizes of growth.

Now I suppose it's possible that you've already grown so large that 
you won't be able to find a decent dress, so I'll give you a break. 
If you're over a EE (anything over DD is going to require you to shop 
in stores for full figured women) then you can get on the helicopter 
if you're wearing nothing other than a bathing suit.  A woman's 
bathing suit, of course.  Today I'll accept a one-piece.  Tomorrow, 
you'll have to be in a bikini.  You can get that at the same store as 
you get the bras.

See you soon, Jack.

Love,
Mistress Elaine"

Damn Bitch!  If Jack ever got his hands on her, he'd show her what a 
real man could do.  Jack imagined himself bending Elaine over and 
fucking her ass.  He imagined her begging to give him the antidote, 
first to get him to stop, but then promising to give it to him if he 
wouldn't.  And before he knew what he was doing, he was masturbating 
himself to another orgasm.  He felt the tremble run through his body 
and suddenly he was 38DDD-30-37.

"Oh, god," he thought.  The woman was right.  His sex drive hadn't 
been this strong since he was in his 30's.  He had to get to his 
wife.  But was he really going to have to wear a dress?  After 
thinking about it, he realized, yes, he was going to have to wear a 
dress.

He went through his clothes to find something to wear.  He tried on 
some slacks, but all those slid from his waist, exposing his 
underwear.  He finally decided on some jogging pants.  The elastic 
kept them in place, but they were still loose on him, forcing him to 
move carefully to keep them from falling off.  The only thing that 
would fit his top was his sweat top, but it barely covered his new 
mammaries, leaving his midriff bare and sexily exposed.

He grabbed his belt pouch and put his ID and credit cards in it.  As 
he walked out the door, he realized that the ID was useless.  The ID 
showed a 60 year old man, he now looked like a woman in her late 30s. 
Oh, there were enough similarities that he could pass the ID off as 
that of a relative, perhaps a father, but Elaine was right.  There 
was no way he was going to pass himself off as Jack anymore.  What 
name was he going to use, then?

Jackie?  No, that was the name Elaine had chosen for him, and if he 
chose that, it'd be like letting her win.  Perhaps he should just use 
Melissa's name.  Yes, that'd be best.  She was his wife.  He had a 
right to anything of hers, even her name.

He went down to the desk clerk, got the location of the nearest mall, 
and set out.  He went inside to the department store at the end of 
the mall, hoping not to go any deeper into the mall than that, but 
quickly found that the lingerie section there was woefully 
understocked and had nothing larger than a D cup.  He found himself 
becoming quite aroused just being there and wondered whether or not 
his erection was visible.  He briefly considered going into the 
bathroom and jacking off, but dismissed it as soon as he remembered 
what would happen if he did.

After a third pass through, hoping to find something, he realized 
that he was going to have to go to the specialty stores deep within 
the mall.  Sighing, he headed off.  As he walked through the mall, he 
noticed all the men staring at him and grew uncomfortable. 
Unfortunately, he made the mistake of speeding up, causing two things 
to happen.  One, his tits nearly bounced out from his sweat top, and 
two, his sweat pants nearly fell off.  The combination of which, of 
course, attracted the attention of every guy within line of sight.

Jack got to the lingerie shop and quickly ran inside.  Almost as soon 
as he got inside a pretty, young salesgirl pounced on him.  "Can I 
help you?"

Jack almost said no, but realized that he didn't know the first thing 
about choosing lingerie.  And, although he had his dimensions if 
Elaine was right about how he had changed, she could be wrong (she 
was only a woman, after all).  "Uh, yeah.  I need some new lingerie."

"Of course, what size do you wear?"

"I'm not sure."

"You're not sure of your measurements?"

"Well, I've... recently lost a lot of weight, and don't know my new 
measurements yet."

"Well, let's get your new measurements.  Step into the dressing room 
and I'll get a tape measure."

Jack went into the dressing room and waited.  A few seconds later, 
the salesgirl stepped into the booth he was in and said, "Okay, take 
off those sweats, and I'll get your measurements."

Jack gulped, and said, "No, I can do it, thanks."

The salesgirl said, "Well if you insist, but these measurements are 
always more accurate when taken by someone else. Relax, hun, we're 
very discrete here."

"Well, I guess so."  Jack stripped off his sweat tops.

"Okay, extend your arms out to your sides."  Jack did as he was 
asked, and the woman ran the tape measure around him under her 
breasts.  As she did so, her hands casually seemed to brush his 
nipples, sending an almost electric shock through his body, giving 
him a hard-on he hoped wasn't visible.

"Okay, base measurement is a 38."  She ran the tape measure around 
his breasts, her fingertips lightly stroking his nipples again. 
"Okay, widest point is 44 inches which gives you a cup size of DDD. 
Now drop your pants and I'll get your waist and hip measurements."

"Uh, oh," he thought.  He should've seen this coming.  He couldn't 
let her see what was under his pants.  What would she think?  "Uh, 
no, really, I can do that.  Why don't you get me a selection of bras 
to choose from?"

"Because most of our lingerie here is sold as bra/panty sets.  And 
it's just easier if I have all your measurements at once."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts."  Before Jack realized what she was planning, she reached 
out and yanked his pants down, exposing his boxers, and the hard-on 
contained within.  "Oh, cool," she said, "you're one of those, 
whatchamacallits, a transsexual.  A girl who used to be a guy."

"Uhm, well,..."

"Relax, hun.  I can keep a secret.  We've had a few transvestites, 
guys who like dressing as girls, come in here, but you're my first 
full-fledged transsexual."  She reached out and pulled Jack's boxers 
down.  "Wow, you've got a real stiff one, don't you?"  She took it in 
hand and started stroking him.  "Is this because of me, or do you 
just get a hard-on for women's clothes?"

Jack moaned, and said, "Well, it's certainly not the clothes."

"That's sweet."  The girl leaned over and pressed her lips to Jack's. 
Jack trembled, between the kiss and this woman's hand on his dick, he 
was in sexual ecstasy.  It wasn't until she started to fondle his 
breast that he remembered his current situation and what would happen 
if he orgasmed again.

He tried to push her away, but his hands betrayed him.  As soon as 
they touched her, he pulled her to him, mashing their breasts 
together (a pleasurable sensation, but one Jack felt he could do 
without).  Unable to think straight, he reached under the woman's 
skirt and started to remove her panties.

"Oh, you're a frisky one," she said.  She let him remove her panties 
then put him on his back on a small bench in the booth.  The bench 
was barely long enough to hold him, and his head and legs hung off 
the end.  She straddled his hips, and slowly lowered herself onto 
him.  She rode him, bouncing up and down on his dick while he just 
lay there enjoying it.

It didn't take long before he was spraying deep into her.  Then it 
happened again.  His body trembled, and this time, he could see his 
breasts grow.  Luckily the woman didn't seem to notice it.  As she 
climbed off of him, she said, "Not bad, hun, but if you're going to 
be a proper lesbian you should spend a little more energy on your 
partner, rather than just laying on your back and receiving pleasure. 
That kind of classically male behavior is what turned me off of them 
in the first place.  Now stand up so I can get your measurements."

Jack stood up, amazed.  He didn't say anything, but was amazed that 
this pretty lady was a lesbian.  He thought that all lesbians were 
just ugly businesswomen who had so few domestic skills that they 
couldn't get a real man.

After the woman got his measurements, (a 29 waist, and hips a little 
smaller than 38) she left to get some selections for him to check 
out, and he had a chance to ponder some of the other things she had 
said.

Transvestites?  Men who dressed as women?  Okay, maybe there were a 
few sissy types who might not be man enough to handle themselves, but 
did they really go out and buy fancy lingerie for themselves?

And transsexuals?  Women who used to be men?  Were there really such 
things?  He had heard of such... people, but had dismissed their 
existence as mere stories.  After all, why would anyone want to be a 
woman after having been a man?

The woman returned with a small collection of bra and panty sets.  As 
she helped Jack into the bra, she said, "Hmm, this is a little 
tight."  Jack remained silent.  What was he going to say?  That 
thanks to the orgasm he had had, he was now a cup size larger?  She 
removed the bra and said, "Let me remeasure."

She took the tape measure and checked.  "Hmm, it seems I mismeasured. 
You're 45 inches around your widest point, which makes you an E cup. 
My apologies.  That's the first time I ever made that mistake."  She 
went out into the store and returned with a new collection of 
bra/panty sets.

She helped him into the new bra.  "There.  Perfect fit."

"Uhm, thanks."

"So would you like to try on some others or would you just like to 
purchase them blind."

"Well, I think I'll just buy just this one."

"Just the one?  Why?  It's clear you don't have any others, otherwise 
you would've been wearing them."

"Well, uhm."  Great.  What was he going to say?  He didn't have any 
other lingerie because as of two days ago he didn't have any reason 
for it?  Then he had it.  "It's just that I recently lost all my ID 
and credit cards along with my lingerie in a fire.  I've got my 
father's ID, but I don't want to risk causing any hassle with him and 
the credit card company by buying a lot of lingerie on his card."

"Oh, I see.  I am going to have to see the credit card.  Did your 
father give you a signed note allowing you to use it?"

Damn, he should've thought of that.  Jack fished the ID and card out 
of his jogging pack.  "No, but he did give me his ID."  He handed the 
cards to the salesgirl.

She took one look at the ID and said, "Oh, yes, I can clearly see the 
family resemblance.  Let me go run this through the machine.  If it 
clears then we can see what we can do about getting you at least a 
couple extra sets.  What's your name?"

"Melissa," Jack said, thankful he hadn't forgotten and used his real name.

The salesgirl left, and returned a few minutes later.  "Good news, 
Melissa.  I called the credit card company, and it appears that your 
father has you as an approved user of his credit card, so you can 
make as many purchases as you want."

Damn.  He should've thought of that.  Although he rarely let her have 
the credit card, Melissa was approved to use it since he wouldn't let 
her have one of her own.  Now how was he going to convince this girl 
that he wasn't going to need a collection of bras?  Then he thought 
about it.  He was going to need a few smaller bra sizes.  Even with 
his new sexual stamina there was no way he could just grab his wife 
and pump a half dozen loads into her.  And he supposed he might need 
one or two bras of a larger size if he didn't get to his wife before 
tomorrow.

"Well, maybe I can buy two or three sets.  Do you mind if I just wear 
this one without taking it off?"

"Sure, hun."

"I'd also like to buy a few sets for some friends of mine as gifts. 
Since I'm already here, I mean."

"Of course, hun.  Do you know their bra sizes?"

"Uhm, they're all 38.  One at a size larger than mine, one a size 
larger than that."

"So that's one double E, and one F."

Jack thought about it.  After he met his wife he could probably drop 
a load or two in her right away, then after another hour or so 
another couple.  "Uhm, better give me one double D, one D,... Ah, 
hell, just give me one of every size smaller than my own."  Any he 
didn't need he could return.

"Of course.  I'm afraid the only 38A or 38B sizes we have here are 
all either padded or push-up of some form or another."

"Well, that's okay."

"Would you like to make the selections yourself?"

"No, I trust your judgment."

"Very good."

As the lady left, Jack got his sweats and put them on.  After he did 
he took a look at himself in the mirror.  He realized he had 
experienced an orgasm and his tits were larger now, but in the bra 
they now seemed positively huge!  Did all bras do this?  His wife's 
didn't seem that much larger when she was wearing a bra as opposed to 
when she wasn't.  It was probably just that his own tits were so much 
larger than his wife's now.

Jack walked out to the main area of the store and paid for his 
purchases.  As he left the store, he passed a woman who gave him a 
curious look.  After he was gone, the woman, a store employee, walked 
up to her fellow salesclerk and asked, "Was that woman wearing a 
push-up bra?"

"Uh-huh."

"I will never understand why women with breasts that large ever 
decide to wear push-up bras."

"Mainly because that "woman" was Jack Smith, the guy Elaine warned us 
was coming, and had no idea that he was being sold a push-up bra."

"Damn!  He would have to come in on my break."

"Well, if you hurry, I'm sure he's headed to the full-figured shop 
for a dress.  But take it from me, you didn't miss much.  He's a 
pretty poor lay, even for a guy."

"Naw, not worth it.  Let Julie and Amy play with him.  So how much 
did we make on him?"

"Fifteen bras, all very expensive push-ups with matching panties."

"That's over five hundred dollars worth of lingerie.  Didn't he say anything?"

"The fool never even looked at the sales slip."

The other woman shook her head.  "What do you think the fool would've 
done if he knew that Mistress Elaine owned every lingerie and 
full-figured ladies' shop within 15 miles of his hotel?"

"I guess it's just lucky for our sales that he didn't."

The two girls laughed at Jack's predicament.

****************

ON THE SHIP THAT SAME MORNING...

Tracie and Sam were sitting together by the pool, kissing, when 
Melissa, dressed in a bathing suit, walked up.  "Hello, ladies."

"Mom."

"Mrs. Smith."

"How are you two doing?"

"Fine, mom.  We were just sitting back getting some sun."

"Mind if I sit with you?"

"No problem with me.  Tracie?"

"Oh, please do."

Melissa sat down on a chair beside them.  "I like your outfit, mom. 
Don't get me wrong.  The dresses are nice, but since you've got the 
figure to pull this off, you should really wear this stuff more 
often."

Melissa sighed.  "Don't get me wrong, Sam, but I'm really getting 
tired of your kids' pushing.  I only got this suit because I got a 
promise from James to quit bugging me about my outfits.  And I'd 
really appreciate it if you'd drop it, too."

"Sorry, mom."

"Speaking of which, where is James?"

"He said something about an early morning workout.  I'm not sure if 
he meant a workout in the gym or a jog on deck."

"Could you go get him, Sam?"

Tracie said, "I'll go."

As Tracie started to get up, Melissa said, "Actually, I was hoping to 
speak to you alone.  Sam, could you?"

"Uhm..."  Sam looked to Tracie, who just sat back down and nodded.

After Sam got up and left, Melissa said, "Miss Smith, let me do you 
the favor of being blunt."

"Please call me Tracie."

"No, for this conversation I don't think I should."

"Sounds serious."  Tracie knew it was serious from her empathy, but 
had hoped to try to defuse it by being as friendly as possible.

"It is.  I wanted to talk to you about the role you play in my son's 
and Sam's life.  I'm worried that maybe you're too strong a presence. 
They tell me that you helped them through a rough spot, and I'm 
wondering if their gratitude isn't causing you to get feelings that 
they should be keeping for each other."

"Mrs. Smith, I understand your worries.  I myself wonder if I don't 
sometimes play too prominent a role in their lives.  But, please, 
take my word for it, I would never, ever come between Sam and James. 
And if either ever wanted me from their lives, I would fade out, 
never to be seen again."

"Perhaps you should do that anyways.  I don't think Sam or James 
would ask you to leave, and if you do play too strong a role, it can 
only hurt them if you stay around."

"Mrs. Smith, I'm sorry, but I can't do that right now."

"And why exactly not?  If you care as much about them as you say, you 
should at least be willing to spend more time away from them."

"Mrs. Smith, they still need me.  James still needs me in particular."

"Why?  Why do you play such an important role in my child's life?"

Dodging the issue, Tracie said, "Mrs. Smith, that's really something 
you need to ask your son directly.  It'd violate our friendship for 
me to tell you."

"But-"

Just then Elaine walked up and said, "Good morning, ladies."

Melissa stared at Elaine, her body thrilling at the sight of her. 
Had she not been so enamored of Elaine she would've noticed Tracie 
grab the chair tightly to avoid reacting to the sudden waves of lust 
that threatened to overwhelm her.  Melissa said, "Uhm, hello, 
Elaine."  Why did she feel like some silly school girl in the 
presence of this woman?

Elaine, who had been informed of Tracie's situation with regards to 
her mother, and who had also just seen Sam, noticed Tracie's reaction 
and decided to help.  "Tracie, I just saw James in the gym, and he 
was wondering if you wanted to join him in a workout."

"Sure, if you'll excuse me."

Melissa said, "I'll go with you."

Elaine put her hand on Melissa's arm and said, "Actually, Mrs. Smith, 
I was wondering if you and I could take a little while and get to 
know each other a little better."

Melissa stopped.  For a brief few seconds she couldn't move, unable 
to tear her eyes from Elaine's, like a bird caught in a cobra's 
glare.  When she was finally able to tear her eyes away, she looked 
up and Tracie was gone.  "Excuse me, Elaine, I'd like that, but I've 
got something I'd really like to discuss with James."

Elaine tried to say something more but before she could, Melissa 
walked off towards the gym.  "Damn," she thought, "where are Susan 
and Elizabeth when I need them?"  She took off after Melissa, but 
when she went through the doors that Melissa had gone through, she 
found herself at the intersection of a T of hallways, with Melissa 
nowhere to be seen.  "Damn."  Elaine took off towards the gym at a 
dead run.

As soon as she was gone, a closet door opened up and Melissa stepped 
out.  Melissa didn't want to believe it, but she had suspected 
Elaine, Susan, and Elizabeth of trying to keep her from confronting 
Tracie.  Now there was still no definitive proof of it, but if Elaine 
was trying to keep her and Tracie apart then the gym was the last 
place where she would find either Tracie or James.

The question now was, where would she be?  Deciding on the obvious 
answer, Melissa went to Tracie's cabin.  When she turned down the 
hallway that led to Tracie's room, she barely had time to duck back 
around the corner before Sam and Tracie, walking arm in arm, saw her. 
Melissa peeked around the corner, and saw the two ladies walk up to 
Tracie's door, kiss each other in an overtly sexual way, and then go 
inside.

Melissa tiptoed up to the door and put her ear to the door.  Inside 
she heard Tracie say, "Oh, yes, I need you, baby."

"Is mother still bothering you?"

"More than you know."

Well, that seemed rather rude of Sam.

"Still no idea why?"

"Not yet.   It's just too hard to think around her.  She just excites 
me so much."  Melissa smiled.  It was good to know she could still 
have that effect on others, particularly when Tracie had been having 
a similar effect on her.  "I need some release.  I need you inside 
me."

"Anything for you, my love."

Melissa heard some moving around inside, and assumed (rightly so) 
that the two ladies were getting undressed.  Tracie said, "Oh, yes, 
stick it into me.  I need you now."

Stick it into me?  What was she talking about?  Curiosity got the 
better of Melissa, and she opened the door a crack and looked inside. 
Both Tracie and Sam were facing away from the door, Tracie bending at 
the waist and further away than Sam.  Sam stepped up to her and 
started pressing something into Tracie's ass, eliciting a moan of 
pleasure from her.

What was she doing?  She must have one of those, what do you call 
'em, dildoes.  The kind she had seen in the sex shops when she was 
out alone, but had never had the courage to buy.  The angle was all 
wrong for Melissa to get a good look at it, but it did seem to be 
particularly lifelike.

As Sam pressed into Tracie, Melissa couldn't help but wonder what it 
would be like to be on the receiving end of a plastic cock.  She 
imagined herself in Tracie's position, Sam shafting cleanly and 
smoothly into her.  As Sam's hands wandered over Tracie's rear and 
abdomen, Melissa's hand wandered down her own frame until they 
reached the now soaked crotch of her bathing suit.  As Sam grabbed 
Tracie's hips and pulled her back, Melissa snaked her fingers into 
her own cunt.

And as Sam proceeded to rub her hands along Tracie's body, eventually 
reaching and fondling her breasts, Melissa's spare hand rubbed her 
own nipples through the bathing suit she was wearing.  Then, in time 
to Sam's thrusts into Tracie, Melissa thrust her fingers into her 
cunt.  It didn't take long and soon, Tracie was screaming in orgasm, 
causing Melissa to orgasm at the same time, biting her lip to keep 
from screaming along with Tracie.

Tracie said, "Oh, that was wonderful, love.  And, oh, so necessary."

"Any time.  So you ready for more?"

"Always.  So who do you love more?  Me or James?"

"Right now, you're the leader in that category."

WHAT?!  Melissa was shocked.  It was one thing to have a live-in 
lover that both Sam and James had sex with, but saying that you loved 
that lover more than your spouse is something that never should be 
done.  Not even in jest!

Melissa took off.  She had to find James.  She had to discuss this 
with him.  If necessary confronting Sam and Tracie in person.  James 
had to know what was going on between his wife and his lover, no 
matter what the consequences.
-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure.  I just like T.V. better."

J R D
jrdss@pobox.alaska.net

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