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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.

Part 4.

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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AT THE HELICOPTER PAD ON TOP OF ELAINE'S CLINIC...

Jack walked up to the helicopter pilot who was leaning against the 
helicopter, reading a newspaper.  "Well, I'm ready."

The woman folded up the newspaper and said, "Alright, let's see it."

"See what?"

"Your panties.  Lift your dress."

"What?"

"I know for a fact that Mistress Elaine told you that I would be 
checking your lingerie.  Now I can plainly see through that somewhat 
translucent top that you are wearing a bra around your rather 
prodigious bosom, but I can't see whether you're wearing panties 
under that leather mini you're wearing.  So lift it up a bit and let 
me see if you're wearing some panties."

Jack cringed a bit, but did as he was ordered.  When Norma saw the 
panties, she said, "Get in," and got into the pilot's seat.  As she 
started up the engine, she said, "So how'd they convince you to buy 
that dress?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, even you must be able to see how suggestive that dress is. 
The see-through top with the low-cut cleavage, the leather mini-skirt 
bottom.  It barely covers you.  I believe the phrase that applies is 
"more naked than naked"."

"The salesgirl said it would be flattering to my figure."  As well as 
the two of them having sex with him, causing another couple cup sizes 
of growth.  "I couldn't figure out a way to tell them I didn't need a 
figure flattering dress.  They kept telling me that a girl with a 
figure like mine shouldn't hide it."

Norma just smiled.  Had Jack had the guts to tell them what he really 
was, and face the embarrassment of being a punished, feminized male 
then the girls at the store had orders to leave him alone.  She got 
the helicopter started and took off.  Now it was time to see if Jack 
had the perceptiveness to figure out what he had to do next.

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

BACK ON THE SHIP, LATER THAT SAME DAY...

Melissa had been looking for her son all morning.  She had run into 
Susan, Elizabeth, Elaine and even Sam and Tracie, but each told her 
that she had just missed James.  She was beginning to wonder if maybe 
something untoward had happened to James when she saw him on one of 
the pool chairs, Samantha sitting on his lap.  She briefly grew angry 
at Sam, thinking that the girl had betrayed her son.  She stormed 
right up to him.  "James, we need to talk.  Now!"

Sam asked, "Mom, is something wrong?"

Angry from what she had heard earlier, and frustrated by her hours 
long search for James, Melissa said, "Don't mom me, you... you... 
hussy!"

James said, "Mother!  That's my wife you're talking to!"

"James, that's exactly what we need to talk about!  Let's go back to 
your cabin.  Samantha, you should come along.  I have some things I 
want to see if you have the guts to admit to."

Just then the ship's purser came up.  "Mrs. Melissa Smith?"

"Yes?!  What is it?!"

The purser was a bit taken aback by the savagery of her response, but 
managed to say, "I have a message from your husband."

Suddenly the years of abuse kicked in, and Melissa grew much more 
subdued.  "Uh, what is it?"

"He... politely requests your presence in your cabin as soon as you 
can possibly manage it."

Torn between her desire to protect her son, and her fear of her 
husband, Melissa vacillated in place until James said, "Go ahead, 
mom.  Sam and I will wait in our suite until you're finished with 
dad."

"Uh, okay."

After Melissa left, James asked the purser, "Excuse me, that message, 
did you clean it up some?"

"Well, yes, I did.  The man was extremely rude on the phone."

"And the man who left this message.  Did he have a rather effeminate voice?"

"Why, yes, he did.  At first I thought it was a woman, and the man 
grew rather irate with me."

James smiled.  "Well, I guess it's time for a confrontation with dad."

Sam got up off his lap.  "Then I guess I'll go back to the cabin and 
wait for you two.  I wonder what's got mom's panties in a bunch."

"I'm not sure, but I expect we'll find out soon."

Melissa went back to her suite.  What was her husband doing here? 
And how had he gotten here?  She had seen the helicopter land (Elaine 
had went to talk to the pilot), but some big busted brunette had 
gotten out.  When she got back to her room, she called out, "Jack?"

 From the bedroom, she heard, "In here."

She started towards the bedroom.  "Are you okay?  You sound funny."

"Just get in here."

"I'm coming."

Melissa stepped into the bedroom.  The lights were off, but there was 
enough lights streaming in through the portholes (really windows 
stylishly designed to look like more authentic versions) for her to 
see.  But she didn't see Jack.  "Jack are you here?"

The door closed behind her.  She turned and saw the woman who had 
gotten off of the helicopter earlier.  "Who are you?"

At first Melissa thought that Jack had brought home another strange 
woman to have sex with (he had done that before), but the woman 
roughly grabbed her by the arms and said, "It's me, your husband."

Melissa thought that the woman was nuts, but there was something 
about her tone, and definitely something about her face.  Melissa 
took a good look at the woman's eyes, and saw it.  The cold cruelty. 
The almost calculating harshness.  "JACK!"  Melissa looked him up and 
down.  "What the hell happened to you?!"

"Just shut up and get on the bed!"  Then, before she could respond, 
he roughly threw her onto the bed.  Yup, that was Jack.

As Jack ripped off her panties, she closed her eyes and went to that 
special place in her mind where Jack wasn't.  While she was watching 
butterflies, and smelling roses, Jack started pounding away into her. 
It seemed to take him a little longer than usual, but eventually he 
started spraying into her.

She expected him (or was it her now?) to just roll off and fall 
asleep, but instead he rolled off and fell on the floor.  She got up 
and looked at him.  He lay there, his eyes closed in pain.  His whole 
body trembled until, suddenly, his dress and bra (he had been wearing 
a bra?) ripped open, his massive tits growing even more massive.

Melissa tried to think of something to say, but all that came out 
was, "What the?"

Practically in tears, Jack said, "She said they'd shrink if I had sex 
with you."

Before Melissa could ask who he was talking about, a voice from the 
door said, "Actually, her exact words were, 'Orgasm within your wife 
after pleasuring her.'"  The two turned and saw James standing there, 
casually leaning against the door frame.  He stood up and walked 
towards his mom and dad,  "I know, I helped her write it."

Jack looked at his son,  "You did this to me?  Why?"

"Because of that crap you pulled at my wedding.  I asked you to be 
nice, to be polite to my friends, but noooooooo.  You insulted ALL of 
the women there, including my wife.  The day that should've been the 
happiest in my life was almost ruined by your sexist crap!"

Melissa said, "But what did you do?"

"I had Elaine pump him full of some special compounds she developed. 
Any time he orgasms except after pleasuring you, his proportions 
become much more feminine.  His hips widen, his waist shrinks, and 
his tits grow."

Jack whined, "But I did orgasm in her."

"After pleasuring her, dad.  And since you seem too dense to figure 
it out, that means that she's got to orgasm first.  And if you orgasm 
in her without her orgasming first, you get not one, not two, but 3 
cup sizes of growth."

Melissa began laughing.  It started with suppressed muffles, but soon 
moved to all out laughter.  Jack yelled, "Stop laughing at me!" and 
tried to rise.  But with all the extra weight he had on his chest, he 
lost his balance and fell back on his ass, which only served to 
amplify the laughing fit Melissa was experiencing.

"What's so funny, mom?"

It took a few seconds for Melissa to get it under control.  At which 
point she saw her husband struggling to rise and broke out in peals 
of laughter again.  After she got it under control, she said, "I was 
just struck by the irony of it.  You turn your father into a sexy 
teenage girl and, in order to get back to normal, he's got to do 
something he's never done before in his life."

"You've never had an orgasm before?"

"Not having sex with your father.  Oh, this is just too funny."

Jack said, "This is NOT funny.  Stop laughing at me!"

"Or you'll what?  You can't even stand up, Jack.  Better be careful 
or I'll walk away and you'll be like that forever."

James said, "Oh, I doubt that."

"What do you mean?"

"Dad doesn't just look like a teenager, he's also got the sex drive 
of one.  Without some form of sexual release, he's going to have at 
least a couple wet dreams tonight."

"And he'll still..."  Melissa started laughing again.

Jack yelled, "SHUT UP!"

"Dad, you don't get it, do you?  Without mom you become and stay a 
wasp-waisted 13 year old teenage girl with the tits of a porn queen. 
And that'll never change.  Even if she's nice enough to let you get 
back to normal, if you ever cum again without pleasuring her, your 
tits start growing all over again.  In other words, dad, mom owns 
you.  You do what she says, when she says, or you're screwed."

Jack looked up at his wife.  Clearly she was reveling in her newfound 
power.  Dejected, he said, "Yes, sir."

Melissa smiled.  "Just sit there, Jack.  No, make that Jacqueline. 
Or do you have an objection to that?"

Jack almost said something, but bit it back.  "No, ma'am, no objections."

"Good.  If you feel up to it, you may crawl on to the bed.  We'll 
start your lessons in how to pleasure me tonight."

"Yes, ma'am."

Melissa took her son's arm.  "Come along, son."

After they left the room, James asked, "So you like my gift?"

"I love it.  But that still doesn't help with you and Sam."

"Mom, what's up?"

"When we get to your room.  I don't want to talk behind Sam's back."

They walked into the suite James and Sam shared.  Sam was there 
reading the free ship's magazine that was in every room of the ship. 
Seeing the two, she said, "Hi, mom."

"Samantha."

James went over to Samantha and sat beside her.  "I'm not sure how I 
should start this."

James wrapped his arm around Sam.  "Start anywhere you'd like."

"Well, I guess it starts this morning.  I had a little talk with Tracie."

"Yes, I know, mom.  You asked her to leave our life.  And although 
the thought is appreciated, it was totally unnecessary."

"So she told you about that.  I expected that.  But what she doesn't 
know, is that I went after her after she left.  I went down to her 
room, and saw Tracie and Sam enter the room.  I went up to the door, 
and I... well, I peeked in.  They were having sex."

"So.  You knew that Sam and Tracie were lovers even before that.  I 
told you that."

"Yes, but did you know that Sam said she loved Tracie more than you?"

"Oh."  James and Sam smiled at each other.  "I can see where that 
would be misconstrued."

"Son, I know you probably think she was just kidding, but you weren't 
there.  She was being totally serious."

"I should hope so."

"What?!  Son, you can't be serious.  A man and woman should love each 
other above all else.  If she didn't love you above Tracie, she 
shouldn't have married you."

James and Sam just grinned at each other.  James said, "I think to 
clear this up we're going to have to introduce you up close and 
personal to Tracie."

As James stood, Melissa said, "I don't think I need to see any more of Tracie."

James just said, "Mom, just wait."

"But-"

"Mom, shhhh."  James removed his shirt.  Melissa was about to say 
something, but James just put his finger to his lips in a silencing 
gesture.  He then closed his eyes.  Melissa was about to ask what was 
going on when James started to change.  His chest started to swell, 
forming breasts.  His waist shrunk, and his hips expanded.  His legs 
and arms slimmed and tapered, and his face rounded and smoothed. 
Melissa stood there in amazement as Sam tossed a very realistic 
blonde wig to her son.  James quickly and expertly put it on, and, as 
simple as that, Tracie stood before Melissa.  "Hello, Mrs. Smith." 
Then James/Tracie winked at her.

"But how?  Why?"

"Well, you remember me telling you that Tracie had helped us through 
a rough spot a while back?"  Melissa nodded.  "Well, about a year 
ago, I broke it off with Sam.  I thought I was justified, but it was 
really just a selfish, asinine reason.  So Sam went to Mistress 
Elaine and arranged to transform me into Tracie.  The original plan 
was to make it so that she could transform me at her command, and, 
like dad is to you, I would become beholden to her for any time I 
spent as James."

"So, you're her... sex slave?"

Sam said, "No.  I had been hurt by James and I wanted to teach him a 
lesson before I revealed what I had done to him.  But before that 
James learned his lesson, and he and Tracie... merged.  Became one 
person.  He gained control of the transformation and can be James or 
Tracie at will.  I can tell you, it freaked me out when he first 
transformed without prompting."

"So... if they're the same person, why did you say you loved Tracie 
more than James?"

James explained, "It's a play on words, mom.  As a mental exercise, 
Sam keeps a running tally of how many times she's had sex with me as 
Tracie, and how many times she's had sex with me as James."

Sam said, "Currently Tracie's ahead 273 to 269."

"But why'd you break it off in the first place?"

James said, "That's kind of personal, mom."

Sam put her hand on her husband's arm.  "It's okay, hun.  I think we 
can trust mom."  Sam turned to Melissa.  "You see, mom.  James and 
Jack weren't the only ones to benefit from Elaine's know how.  I was 
born Samuel Nevada."  Sam reached under her skirt and pulled down her 
panties, showing Melissa a rather large cock.  "And thanks to a 
problem with the compound, I can never get rid of this."

"And before I merged with Tracie, if I would've known, I would've 
dropped her like a hot stone."

"And now?"

James put his arms around his wife.  "Now only our love matters."

"That's amazing.  Oh, and what I said to you earlier, Sam!  Can you 
ever forgive me?"

Sam left her husband's arms and walked to Melissa and gave her a hug. 
"Of course, mom.  You were only trying to protect your son.  As any 
of us would."

Melissa hugged her daughter-in-law.  Then she asked, "Son, earlier, 
when you were Tracie, you said, I had been driving you crazy.  Don't 
tell me you're having sexual thoughts about your dear old mom?"

James was staring at his mom in a weird way.  "Actually, mom, I've 
been having sexual thoughts about you since I hit puberty," Melissa 
blushed, "but that wasn't what I was talking about."

"Then what?"

"Mom, do you have any lesbian tendencies?"

Melissa could only babble, "I... I...  How..."

James said, "That's it!  And being around Sam, Susan, Elizabeth, 
Elaine, and even Tracie all cruise, it's no wonder your sex drive has 
been going into overdrive."

Sam walked behind Melissa and hugged her in an overtly sexual way, 
taking her breasts in hand and massaging them.  "Mother, you 
should've said something.  Any one of us would've been more than 
willing to help."

"But...  But..."  She wanted to say something to stop it, to deny it, 
but, oh, Sam's hands were so marvelous.

Sam said, "Don't try to deny it, mom.  A feminine perspective isn't 
the only thing Tracie gave James."

Tracie walked over and reached behind Melissa and unzipped her dress. 
"You see, mom, I also got a psychic level of empathy from Tracie. I'm 
not just aware of others' emotional state, I feel it inside my own 
body.  And to be quite blunt," Tracie kissed Melissa, "your sexual 
need has been driving me crazy all cruise."

Melissa wanted to protest.  This was her son and daughter-in-law, 
after all.  But it was really hard to think with Sam's hands roaming 
her breasts and abdomen, and James' (Tracie's?) lips on her face and 
neck.  Melissa made a last, weak effort to push her son away before 
succumbing to the pleasure he and his wife were giving her.  She 
leaned back against Sam, turning her neck so as to both give her son 
greater access to the nape of her neck, and also to give Samantha a 
kiss on the lips.

As her son started to remove her dress, she reached up and touched 
her son's breasts.  Through panting breath, she said, "They're so 
real feeling."

"Of course they feel real, mom.  They are real.  As real and as 
sensitive as any woman's breasts."

"Amazing."

Sam moved her hands long enough for James to remove Melissa's dress, 
then reached around and removed her mother's bra (the clasp was in 
front between her breasts).  Melissa looked down with an almost 
abject fascination as her breasts were exposed to the young lovers. 
Being born before the sexual revolution, she had been taught that sex 
was wrong, and that the naked body was something to be ashamed of, 
so, with the exception of being bathed as a small girl, she had never 
had her body exposed to another.  Even sex with her Husband had been 
in the dark.  But now, where she thought she would be unable to stand 
it, she found instead the revelation of her body to the light with 
others present to be a liberating experience.

She moaned softly, and fell back against Sam as James/Tracie (now 
this was going to get confusing in short order) kissed his/her way 
down her neck, laying a line of kisses in a spiral around her right 
breast till he finally, gently took the nipple in his mouth and 
sucked it to a hard point.  He then returned his mouth to the nape of 
her neck and repeated the process on her left breast.

Melissa tried to remain standing, but her knees buckled from the 
pleasure she was experiencing.  Pleasure far greater than any she had 
ever experienced before.  Sam caught her, and her son took her in his 
arms and carried her to the bed.

Part of her wanted to protest.  Fifty plus years of social 
conditioning was not thrown off in a few seconds.  Incest was wrong. 
Sex was wrong.  Lesbian love was wrong.  Nudity was wrong.  But 
somehow, looking up into the eyes of her son (daughter?), the words 
seemed foolish and hollow.  Silly, even.

As her son leaned down and kissed her on the lips in a decidedly 
non-son-like manner, she felt Sam's hands on her hips, Sam's finger's 
sliding under the elastic of her panties.  Sam began to pull the last 
of her clothing down.  That part of her that was still resisting knew 
that this was the final step.  If she let this happen it would be 
entering a whole new world.  A world of sexuality.  A world she had 
always been taught was bad, and evil.

But it was a world where her son and daughter-in-law walked freely. 
A world where they loved each other, and their friends, and, yes, 
even their mother with all the passion, both physical and emotional, 
they could muster.  How could such a world be bad or wrong, much less 
evil?

Melissa threw caution to the wind and lifted herself from the bed so 
Sam could pull her panties down.  She reached up and pulled James' 
neck down, briefly surprising him before he matched her newfound 
passion with his own.  His hand went to her breast and lightly 
stroked and tweaked the nipple.

As Melissa felt Sam's mouth on her legs, she moaned, this time making 
no effort to hide the sound.  Then she felt a strange presence in her 
mouth.  It took her a few seconds to realize that it was his tongue, 
and that he was French kissing her.  It only took her another second 
to realize that she liked it.  She playfully batted at his tongue 
with her own until he pulled it out of her mouth.  He pulled back and 
smiled.

She smiled back until gasping when Samantha's lips kissed the lips of 
her cunt.  Samantha felt her tongue move slowly along the outside of 
her vagina, moving in ellipses, up one side and down the other. 
Always coming tantalizingly close to her clitoris, but every time 
Melissa thought she was going to touch it, her tongue moved away in a 
teasing dance.

James' fingers teased and stroked her and she could barely stand it. 
She whimpered in desire.  Then Samantha, apparently hearing her need, 
allowed her tongue to finally touch Melissa's now very aroused love 
button.  And, after all the teasing, and stroking, and loving, she 
orgasmed.  And an orgasm like this she had never had.  The only way 
she had ever cum before had been through masturbating herself 
(something she had been taught was also wrong, but which she couldn't 
ever break herself of the habit of), and that was nothing... NOTHING 
as compared to this.  Her body trembled and shook and exploded.  And 
as she climaxed for the first time, Samantha continued to lick her, 
and James continued to stroke her.

Then, just when she thought it was over, she felt another crest build 
within her, exploding before the first was gone.  And between Sam and 
James' expert manipulations, it wasn't long before she felt a third 
and a fourth orgasm explode within her.  She stopped counting after 
that as the lines between her orgasms blurred and they started to 
come rapid-fire.

At some point, Melissa passed out from the intense sensations she was 
feeling.  When she woke up, she was looking up into the faces of her 
concerned children (at some point, the distinction in-law had ceased 
to hold any meaning for her feelings towards Sam).  Sam asked, "You 
okay, mom?"

All Melissa could say was, "So that's what a multiple orgasm is like."

James (still in his Tracie body) giggled.  "She's fine."

They helped Melissa to a sitting position.  Woozy, she said, "I was 
gonna ask if someone was going to fuck me, but after that, I think I 
better take a break and rest."

James said, "Good idea, mom.  Besides, there's something else I want 
to discuss with you."

"What's that?"

"Now that you've found some sexual release, I can think straight. 
And, thinking back, I realize that the times that your sexual need 
was at its highest was when you and Elaine were both present."  Just 
the mere mention of Elaine's name was enough to cause Melissa to 
"spike" in sexual desire again, causing James to recoil as the waves 
of her sexual need washed over him.  "Woah.  Now I know I'm on the 
right track."

"Well, Elaine is a very sexy woman."

"Yes, she is.  And I also know that she's as hot for you as you are 
for her.  Which is why I hadn't noticed it before.  I wasn't sure 
which one of you it was coming from."

"Well then, now what?"

"My suggestion?  As soon as you're feeling up to it, make a pass at 
her.  She may not be expecting it, but it shouldn't be hard getting 
her into your bed."

Melissa blushed a bit, but smiled at the thought of being with 
Elaine.  "I just might do that, James."

"One more thing, mom."

"Yes."

James/Tracie went over and got a bikini.  "When I'm in this form, 
you have to refer to me as Tracie.  It prevents problems with 
strangers."

"Okay, I'll try to remember."  After Tracie was in her suit, Melissa 
asked, "Son, since I've never seen you naked as Tracie, do you still 
have your... penis?"

"Yes, mom."

Melissa looked at him.  "How do you hide it?"

Tracie smiled.  "There are tricks to it.  Shall we go, ladies?"

They left the room, and Sam and Melissa took Tracie's arms and they 
walked together to the deck.  When they got there, they saw Susan, 
Elizabeth, Elaine sitting by the pool and a strange woman standing 
nearby, all dressed in bathing suits.  Melissa whispered a question 
into Tracie's ear, and she said, "I think she'd love that."

Melissa smiled, walked up behind Elaine, and threw her arms around 
her.  Once Elaine realized who it was, she said nothing, unwilling to 
disturb the moment.  After Melissa let her go, she said, "Not that 
I'm complaining, but what was that for?"

"I just saw my new and improved husband, and wanted to say thanks."

"You're very welcome."

Melissa gave Elaine a quick kiss on her earlobe, and then deftly 
slipped her tongue into the ear itself.  Elaine was surprised, and 
when she looked at Melissa, Melissa had already moved over to the 
strange woman, leaving Elaine to wonder what had just happened, and 
whether or not she should be excited or offended.

Melissa extended her hand.  "Hello.  I don't believe we've met.  My 
name is Melissa."

The woman took Melissa's hand.  "My name is Norma.  I pilot Mistress 
Elaine's helicopter."

As Melissa sat down, she said, "Well, have a seat and join us."

"Unfortunately I won't be able to have a seat for a little while."

"Why is that?"

"Because Mistress and I just had a "discussion" about my role in 
tricking her onto this boat.  Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed it, but," 
Norma breathed out while rubbing her butt, "it does have its side 
effects."

"Well, I can't say as that I'm sad you brought her.  Elaine has been 
a particularly charming companion.  I've thoroughly enjoyed her 
company, and hope to see more of her throughout the cruise."

Elaine tried to fathom what Melissa was saying.  Was it really sexual 
double entendre, or was she just hearing what she wanted to hear? 
Unfortunately, Melissa's face betrayed nothing, which could mean 
either she meant nothing by it, or she was a lot better at this game 
then she had let on.

Elaine looked to Tracie.  "Don't think I've forgotten your role in 
this, young lady.  You've got yours coming, too."

Tracie just winked and smiled.  Sam said, "Ooh, can I watch?"

Elaine laughed.  "You're a bit of a scamp, young lady."

Susan asked, "So who's going into town with the two of us when the 
ship pulls into dock tomorrow?"

Tracie said, "Sounds like fun.  You up for it, Sam?"

"Sure.  Mom, what about you?"

"Agreed."  Melissa got an evil smile on her face.  "I even think 
Jacqueline should come along.  If only to carry packages."

"You realize he'll protest."

"So?"

Elaine laughed.  "Well, it seems you've got Jacqueline thoroughly 
under your thumb.  And just to make sure, the ship stays in town for 
two days.  Why don't we stay in town overnight?  That way if 
Jacqueline absolutely refuses, she can be a little more buxom in the 
morning."

Melissa laughed.
-- 
"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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