Message-ID: <33592asstr$1006337408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 X-Original-Message-ID: <a0510030db820d1bc940b@[209.112.142.157]> From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net> Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ; format="flowed" X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2001 18:37:43 -0900 Subject: {ASSM} Biochemistry - The Sequel (tg) [9/10] Date: Wed, 21 Nov 2001 05:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/33592> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: hecate, gill-bates Had to get a new email, so I'm reposting my old works under the new addy to get it out. Part 9. Now, onto the boring stuff ------------------------- DISCLAIMERS ------------------------- 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. ------------------------- Now onto the fun stuff ------------------------- BIOCHEMISTRY: THE SEQUEL The Epilogue AT THE KENNEDY CONVENTION HALL... Samantha drove into the parking garage underneath the convention hall where James had his display. She was still a little bummed. It had been only a month since James and his sister (who used to be his father) had revealed that the males in their family died of early deaths, rarely living past 70. She knew that Jackie, although having the appearance of a 14 year old girl, was at more risk than James, having been a 64 year old man before her transformation a year ago, but all she could think about was how she would be losing 20-40 years with the man she loved. It had been one month, and Mistress Elaine, the master biochemist who had played such a significant role in her life, still had no idea why. Ah, well, just sitting in her car musing about it wasn't going to help. James was upstairs demonstrating some new medical equipment that his company had helped to develop, and they had made arrangements to go out for dinner tonight. She locked up and headed upstairs. When she got to the convention hall, James was demonstrating one of the devices he had to a cute brunette. When she got close, Sam took a look at the girl, and noticed something familiar about her. She walked up and said, "Hey, hun." James said, "Hi, love," and leaned over and kissed her. Sam said, "Please, don't stop on my account." "No need to worry about that. I was just finishing up. Samantha Smith, love of my life, meet Janine Turner, head of obstetrics at Mercy General." "Charmed." Sam extended her hand. Janine took it. "Same here." Sam noticed a lustful look she had identified on men and women alike, but there was still that nagging sensation that she knew this woman. "Excuse me, but has your name always been Turner?" "Well, no, that's my married name. My maiden name was Devonshire." "Janine Devonshire? You wouldn't happen to have a cousin named Andros Stevens?" "Well, I did. He died almost a decade and a half ago-" "From AIDS, yes, I know." "Alright, who are you?" Sam smiled. "You really don't recognize me, do you?" "You don't look familiar, no." Sam giggled. "I suppose I can understand that. I've changed quite a bit since last you saw me. I was your cousin's first girlfriend." Janine gave her a disbelieving look. "Sorry. My cousin was as gay as they come. You must be thinking of someone else." Sam giggled. "Okay, think back. You're 15 years old. You and a group of your friends are discussing some of the downsides of being a girl, namely bra straps, make-up, heels, and tampons. Amongst your friends was one bisexual boy who refused to believe you really had all that much reason to complain, so one of the girls bet him he couldn't go an hour in heels, and a bra. After he managed that, you upped the bet, each of you adding a stipulation, getting in full drag, carrying a purse full of make-up, and having a tampon shoved up his ass. Your three stipulations were that he couldn't do all of that in public, then get a boy to take him out for a bite to eat, then get a kiss on the lips from the boy. Then, after getting him in drag, you realized what a sexy girl he made, so you called your cousin, who was still unwilling to openly admit he was gay, and told him you had a "girlfriend" for him, a guy who was totally passable when in drag." "Yeah. So?" "You're still not getting it, are you? What was the boy's name?" "Samuel Nevada." "And his name when in drag?" "Samantha." Janine finally got it. "Samantha! Samuel! Is that really you?" Samantha smiled widely and nodded. "Yeah, but it's Samantha now. Legally as well as spiritually." "Let me take a look at you. Step out from behind there and spin around." Sam stepped from behind the table, and did a quick spin. "Amazing. I'd never have guessed you used to be a guy. You must know a great plastic surgeon." "Well, a great doctor." "And those implants are so realistic!" "That's because they are real. No implants here." "Oh, come on. Breasts that large and that perfectly shaped, and they're not due to surgery? I find that a little hard to believe." Sam turned to James. "Hun, how much longer you going to be here?" "Another hour or so. Why?" "Just plan on proving my point to the young lady." Sam grabbed Janine by the arm, said, "Come on," then proceeded to drag her off to the bathroom. When they got there, Sam proceeded to remove her blouse. Janine said, "Sam, what are you doing?" "Proving I have no implants." As Sam continued to disrobe, Janine said, "Are you sure this is wise? This is a public bathroom." Sam pulled her blouse off and tossed it to Janine. "So. I can't be seen from outside. And if any women wants to take a good long look, let 'em." Janine could only mutter, "But-", as Sam reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Sam tossed the bra to Janine, then folded her fingers behind her head, and said, "Alright. Look, feel, do whatever you want to check these babies out. NO implants." "Really, Sam, I'll take your word for it." "Uh-uh. You call me a liar, and think I'm going to let you get away with it? Not a chance. Now, neither one of us is going anywhere till you check me out, so put your hands on me so we can get this over with." "Sam, I-" Suddenly Sam reached out, grabbed Janine's hand, and slapped it to her tit. Janine stood there dumbfounded for a few seconds before she started to examine Sam's breasts. She lifted Sam's breasts, looking for a telltale scar that would betray implants. Finding none, she started softly kneading Sam's breasts, feeling for the change in texture that could also betray implants. Finally, she stopped, and said, "Well, I got to admit, if you've got implants, I can't find any evidence of it." Sam said, "Are you going to make me drag you someplace to get an X-ray?" Janine laughed a bit, said, "No, no. I believe you," and handed Sam's clothes back to her. "Nice to see you're still the same old Sam though." Sam started dressing. "What do you mean?" "Sam, you were always one of the most feminine amongst us. To be honest, some of us, me included, were a little jealous of how sexy and pretty a girl you made. But at the same time, you always had just a touch of the bitch in you. Just enough to make you even sexier." "Thanks. I guess my career as a lawyer has amplified that bitchiness, though. But what about you?" "What about me?" "If I'd've had tits back when we were both teens, and I'd've stripped down and said, 'Feel me up,' the Janine I remember would've grabbed my tits, if for no other reason than not to back down from a challenge." Janine smiled. "I guess that's my job at work. Most women seem to prefer an obstetrician with a gentle touch that makes them feel at ease in their visits." "Yeah, but I'm not surprised you went into medicine. You always seemed to know what people needed, even when they didn't. Without you, I don't think Samantha ever would've gone public, and I know she never would've had the guts to get a boyfriend like Andros." "So what ever happened to you? After Andros left for college, you just kind of disappeared, barely seen, except at school, and you never talked to any of us. Then a couple years later, we heard there was some big to-do at your place, and that you had been pulled from school." Sam took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Did Andros ever tell you what we did the day of his departure?" "He told me you two shared some personal time, but didn't give me any details. I always figured that you'd share with us, but we never saw you again." "That's Andros, gentleman to the core. Well, that day Andros took my 'female virginity'. We made passionate love that day." "Sounds sweet." "Oh, it was. What we didn't know, though, was that dad had come home early that day, and heard us in my room. I guess he thought... Well, I don't know what he thought, but after Andros had left he came in and found me still dressed as Samantha." "Oh, man, he must've had a cow." "That's putting it mildly. And when I told him I needed to dress up like a girl, he... attacked and raped me." "Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry." "Thanks. Well, after that, when I came home, dad would force me to get dressed in my dead mom's clothes, and play wife and sex toy to him. Then, after a couple years of that, my sister, Amanda, came home from college for a surprise visit, and found me in mom's dress, sucking dad's dick. "Well, she dragged me out of the house, and out of the state. As soon as she moved me into her place, and got me some boy's clothes, she got me into therapy. Problem was, as a struggling college student, she couldn't afford very good therapy. Even with all my sisters chipping in, the therapist they got wasn't any good. He was convinced that the reason I liked dressing in women's clothes was because I had developed a defense mechanism against my father's perverted lusts, and no explanation I gave him would convince him otherwise." "Didn't you tell him you had been dressing for years before your father knew?" "Yup. Even gave him all the girls' names for reference. Told him to contact you to prove my story." "I never got any calls." "Doesn't surprise me. I figured he probably didn't check. Anyways, I got tired of him constantly hammering me to get me to accept his view of the way things went. I started agreeing just to try to get him to leave me alone, but after a while, I forgot who I was and just agreed with him." "So how did you find yourself again? How did you become Samantha again?" "Well, after I was convinced that the only reason I liked guys was because I had to, I only dated women. Problem was, deep down, I was jealous of what they had, and what they were, so I was unable to maintain a relationship with any of them. So one day I was out cruising for a quick lay, when I meet this beautiful babe who takes me to her home, and... forces me to confront my femininity." "What did she do? Force you to dress up like a girl?" Sam smiled. "Among other things. Well, eventually what she did to me broke through the "therapy" and helped me come to grips with who I really was. I became Samantha permanently. "I went on to complete law school, joined a prestigious law firm, met and married a wonderful man, and am finally living the life I want to live." "I'm happy for you, hun." "Thanks. So what about you? What've you been up to for the last 16 years?" "Well, not quite as fantastic a life as you have. After high school, I went on to college, got my medical degree, met and married my husband, became head of obstetrics at Mercy General, divorced my husband, then came here. Fact of the matter is, the divorce was finalized only this morning." "Oh, I'm so sorry." "I'm not. The man was a loser and a hypocrite. Care to guess what broke us up?" "He was playing around on you?" "Well he was doing that, but that wasn't it. No, it was when, after I came home early one day and found him in bed with his secretary, I tried to join them." "You're bi? I never knew." Janine laughed. "That's only because you were too caught up in Andros to notice. Well, that's what broke us up. You see, although my husband wasn't religious enough not to cheat on me, he was religious enough to think that homosexuality was an abomination to god, country, etcetera, etcetera. Of course, what really pushed him over the edge was when his mistress left him for me." "Ooh, that's got to hurt." "Yeah. Turns out, though, that the little bitch was just a social climber. We both worked at the same hospital, and since I was higher in the pecking order than he was, once she learned I was interested, she moved on to me. Less than a month later, she dumped me for the chief of staff. Last I heard, she was boffing somebody on the board of executives." "Still, I'm sorry to hear it broke up your marriage." "Well, things weren't going all that great to begin with. The ironic thing is, once I found him in bed with the little sexpot, I thought that'd give our marriage the boost it needed." "Makes me glad I've got James." "Well, James better watch out." "Why's that?" "Now that I've found you again, I may try to steal you away from him." Sam laughed. "Not a chance, love. I'm too happily in love with that man." "Well then maybe I'll steal him away from you." Janine winked at Sam to let her know she was just playing. "He's quite a cutie." "That he is, but maybe you don't have to steal either of us." "What do you mean?" "James and I have an arrangement. We're both allowed to find lovers outside of the marriage, so long as those lovers are somebody we can share with the other. Since you've already expressed an interest in both of us, unless James has already arranged something tonight, how about a little three-way action?" "You don't have to ask me twice. Which brings up an interesting point. How far along is your transformation?" "Far along?" "Do you still have your... male equipment? Or have you gotten rid of it in favor of a cunt, yet?" "Actually, hun, I've got both." "Both? A dick and a cunt?" Sam nodded. "Okay, now you've got me intrigued. Why? I thought transsexuals all wanted to get rid of their dicks." "Well, I don't know about all of us. To be honest, there was a time where I would've given anything to get rid of my dick and get a cunt, but it turns out there was a reason why I couldn't get rid of it. I only got my cunt a little less than a month ago. But now, I wouldn't get rid of my dick even if I could." "Why not?" At that point, a woman entered the bathroom. Sam motioned Janine back towards the convention hall. After they were outside of the bathroom, Sam whispered, "The truth of the matter is, both my husband and I have too much fun stuffing my dick up his ass." "So it's still functional? Your dick, I mean." "Oh, yeah. How do you feel about having both my husband's and my dick inside you at the same time?" "Oh, girl, I haven't been so excited since the day I took your virginity from you. Your male virginity, that is." "Did I really excite you all that much?" "Hun, you were a boy who looked like a girl. Why do you think I asked you to dress up when we did it?" Sam shrugged. "I thought it was to make me more comfortable. I always did like it more when I was Samantha, then when I was Samuel." They approached James at his table. "Hey, love, have you made any arrangements for tonight? Sexually, I mean." "Naw. You know I'm usually too busy to scope out the crowd at these conventions." "Good. 'Cause I did. Janine will be joining us after dinner." "Good. I've been wanting to get her into bed for quite some time." James took Janine's hand and kissed it. "How about she join us for dinner as well?" "Janine?" "Love to." Sam asked, "Where'd you make the reservations, love?" "Alfredo's." Janine was impressed. As Sam dialed the number, so she could change the reservation, she said, "Alfredo's? It'd take me a month of saving just to be able to afford an entree there." "Well, it's our treat." After Sam got off the phone, she asked, "Janine, what happened? As I recall, your family used to be rich enough so that you could afford to eat at a place like Alfredo's every night." "Crooked accountant. Ran off with all our money to some island in the Caribbean. Luckily my grades were good enough to get some good scholarships, otherwise I never would've even been able to finish college without tons of loans." "Well that sucks." "Don't worry about it. The money would be nice, but I live a comfortable living now." Sam asked, "How much longer you got here, James?" "Well, it looks like the convention is wrapping up early today. How about we pack this stuff up and head out?" "Sounds good." Sam helped James close up his stand, then the three of them, James, Sam, and Janine, walked arm in arm to the garage. They went out and had a nice dinner, chatting about old times, both the ones they shared and the ones they missed. After dinner, Sam and James took Janine back to their house. "Welcome to Casa de Smith," James said. Janine whistled. "Nice place. You two must be quite well off." "Well, Sam's a successful lawyer, and I own a successful medical supply business. We're not as successful as some people we know, but we're definitely not hurting for money." Sam said, "Oh, enough talk about money. Is one of you going to kiss me, or what?" Janine said, "With an invitation like that, how can I say no?" and took her friend in her arms and kissed her. Sam pulled her friend close, and slipped her tongue into Janine's mouth. As they kissed, James stepped in and with practiced ease started to remove Sam's outer clothes. Then, with similar ease, but not quite so practiced, he stripped Janine down to her lingerie. After the two girls were stripped down to their bras and panties, James left them to themselves as he stripped down to the buff. The two girls did not stand idly by as James disrobed. Janine allowed her hands to stroke and fondle Sam's breasts as Sam leaned forward and kissed her friend's neck and cleavage. Janine's hands wandered down Sam's stomach and gently cupped and rubbed her buttocks. Sam kissed her way down the fabric line of Janine's bra, eventually reaching behind her and unsnapping her bra. Janine moaned as Sam's mouth found one of her nipples. She leaned down and kissed the top of Sam's head. As Sam kissed her way down Janine's tummy, James, now naked, stepped up behind her and started rubbing her shoulders. Janine was a little surprised. Most guys she met went straight for her tits right off the bat. Not that it didn't occasionally have its place, but the way James was going, taking his time was, oh, so much sweeter. She leaned back into James arms as he slowly used just his fingertips to touch and caress her breasts. Sam pulled down her panties, and leaned forward and kissed the inside of her thighs. She slowly kissed her way up to Janine's cunt, laying a line of kisses along the outside of her pussy lips. Janine smiled as Sam finally, gently, took her clit in mouth and sucked on it, stroking it with her tongue. Janine moaned, and it was only due to James' support that she didn't fall to the ground as her knees started to buckle from the pleasure. James caught Janine and swept her up in his arms. He took her upstairs to the bedroom, his wife holding her hand all the way. After James set her on the bed, Janine said, "Alright, Sam, time to unveil. Your husband and I are both naked, but you, who I'm most interested in seeing naked, are still covered in your lingerie. Hardly seems fair to me." James sat on the bed beside Janine. "She's got a point, hun." Sam smiled, then reached behind her, unsnapped her bra, and slowly let it slide down her arms. Janine said, "Very nice. Your breasts are as beautiful as I thought they'd be. But that's not what I wanted to see and you know it. Off with the panties, girl. Let me see what you're hiding." "Who says I'm hiding anything?" Sam teased. Sam then turned so she was facing away from Janine and pulled her panties down her legs. She wiggled her ass a bit and said, "Is this what you wanted to see?" "Very nice." Janine then reached out and swatted Sam on the ass. "Now turn around, ya teasing bitch, and let me see the front of your crotch." Sam slowly turned to face her high school friend. "Like what you see?" Janine just stared. "Girl,... you've grown. How big is that whopper of yours?" "A full 12 inches when erect." Janine turned to James. "And you let her stick that in your ass? You're braver than I am." James laughed. "Truth be told, I think she's stuck that in me more times than I've stuck mine in her." "Really?" "Uh-huh. Want to see it?" "Maybe later. Right now I want to feel that monster in my cunt with you in my ass." "Okay, get up on your hands and knees. I'll insert first." Janine quickly followed James command. James got on his knees behind her. "Do you want this with or without lube?" "Without. I always did like it dry." "Your wish is my command." James pushed his dick into Janine's ass. When their hips touched, James leaned forward, took her breasts in hand, pulled their bodies together, and slowly rolled onto his back, Janine on her back on top of him. Sam said, "Now it's my turn," and got up on the bed. She got between the legs of her lover and husband. She put her dick to Janine's cunt and slowly pushed in. She only got a few inches in before having to stop, Janine's cunt being smaller now due to the dick filling her ass. James reached down and put his hands under Janine's ass. "Ready?" he asked. "Ready." James then lifted Janine up. As his own dick left her ass, it made space in her cunt, and Sam plunged in. Janine moaned and Sam kissed her. James then proceeded to lift and lower Janine, alternately impaling her on his wife then on him, never letting either of them get all the way out of her. Janine started helping, pumping her hips up and down, allowing James to stroke and love her ass, as Sam rubbed her tits and kissed her face and neck. Janine was soon panting and moaning with unabashed lust, and, quickly thereafter, cumming wildly on her two lovers. Sam pulled out of her, and Janine settled onto James rock hard dick. Breathlessly, Janine said, "That was... incredible..." She collected her breath and said, "But neither of you came." Sam smiled impishly. "So how would you like to see us get off?" Janine thought about it for a few seconds. "Got a strap-on I could use?" "Sure." "Then I want to fuck you in your cunt while you fuck James up the ass." "Sounds great. Strap-on's in the end table." James reached into the drawer of the end table and dug around a bit, before pulling out a strap-on harness. He then reached in, dug around a bit more and pulled out a rather large dildo that would fit into it. He handed it to Janine. "Here. This is Sam's favorite." Looking in the drawer, Janine said, "You've got quite a collection there, Sam." Sam smiled. "Most of those are his." "Really?" Janine said, incredulous. "Some of those are pretty big." "Don't let Sam fool you. I use them as much on her as on myself." "But... you use those on yourself?" "Yup. Gotta have something to pass the time when Sam's out of town for whatever reason." Sam complained, "Oh, enough talk. Husband of mine, get up on your hands and knees so I can get into that pretty ass of yours." James got up on all fours, and wiggled his ass. "This work for you?" "Oh, yeah." Sam got up behind her husband, and slowly entered him. "Oh, god," Janine said, "a girl with a dick fucking a guy. That is so sexy. James, I know we haven't known each other long, but can I ask you a favor?" "Sure." "Would you put on Sam's bra? I know it may seem a little strange, but I'd really appreciate it. I love seeing men in lingerie." James smiled back at his wife and said, "If you really want me to, I will, but Tracie's stuff is a little roomier." "Tracie?" Sam said, "She's an almost live-in lover who keeps a lot of stuff here. She's taller and bigger than me, and her stuff fits James a little better than mine. Admittedly, she's a little bustier than me, but we can stuff the bra with panties if you'd like the image of fullness." "Oh, god, you'd do that for me?" "Sure." "Don't move. I'll get it. Where is it?" "Second dresser on the right side of the room." Janine got up and ran over to the dresser. Sam quickly said, "Top drawer." Janine yanked the drawer open, grabbed a bra and a few pairs of panties for each cup. She ran back to the bed, wrapped the silk bra around James' form. "You're right, perfect fit." She then proceeded to stuff the bra with the panties. "You look so hot like that, James. You may even want to invest in some breastforms to really enhance the look." "I'll... think about it. Now, why don't you get into that strap-on so you can service my wife as she services me?" Janine just smiled and quickly strapped on the dildo. She got on the bed behind Sam and got up close to her ass. Sam leaned forward so as to facilitate easy entry to her cunt. Janine put the dildo to her entry and pushed in, eliciting a moan of pleasure from Sam. They held themselves there for a few seconds until Sam started moving between the two, skewering herself on Janine while pumping into James. It didn't take long for the other two to get involved, James starting first, lurching back as Sam pushed her hips forward. Janine followed his lead, pushing her hips forward as Sam pulled partially out of James. They moved together, falling into a perfect fucking rhythm, until they came together in a mass orgasm, falling together on the bed. After a brief lay in the post coital glow, Janine said, "Well, I guess I better get home." James asked, "Why? Why don't you just stay here tonight?" "Well, I didn't want to presume." Sam said, "Nonsense. We've got plenty of room. You can either stay in our bed or in the guest room. If you stay in our bed, be prepared to get poked in the middle of the night by one or both of us." Janine took off the dildo and tossed it to one side. She asked, "What if I want to do some poking?" "Feel free to wake one or both of us." "I think I can handle that," Janine said as she curled up next to Sam. "Aren't you two going to untangle?" James said, "No. Having her inside me helps me to fall asleep." Janine said, "Oh, god, if you two weren't married, I'd marry the both of you." James and Sam just smiled. *************** THE NEXT MORNING... Janine was awakened by the sound of a loud ringing. More accurately, she was awakened to actually get up by the ringing. She had been awakened twice during the night for a quickie, once by each of the young couple. Of course, she had done her share of waking up, too, so it all evened out. It took her a few seconds to identify the sound as a telephone. By the time she struggled to consciousness, James had already gotten up and gotten it. She heard James mutter some assenting sounds into the receiver as she reached for Sam's dick. Sam turned in bed to face her, wrapped her arms around Janine's neck, and kissed her. Just as the two ladies started to get into it, James came over and swatted his wife on the butt. "Sorry to interrupt your fun, love, but that was Elaine. She wants to see us as soon as possible." Sam said, "Spoilsport." She kissed Janine quickly and said, "Sorry, Janine, but this is kind of important." "What's up?" "It's... personal." "Hey, hun, I'm a doctor. You can trust me with anything." "Sorry, but not this. This is... family stuff." "Hey, if you can't consider me family after I helped create Samantha in the first place, I don't know what else I can do." Sam sighed. "There's the old, meddling busybody I remember." "Hey, if I wasn't a busybody, you may never have been born. You certainly never would've met Andros." Sam looked to her husband. "James?" James said, "I'll leave it up to you, love. You've known her longer." Sam considered it. "Janine, this is important. In all the time I knew you, never once did you break a promise to anyone, so promise me that this goes no further." "Okay, I promise." "Well, it seems that James family has a small defect. The men in his family die young. Most in their sixties. A few make it to their early seventies, but none past that. It's nothing that's going to affect James for another 35 to 40 years, but we've got somebody working on it." "Elaine?" "Yeah, that's her name." "I don't know any medical doctors of that name. Is she a specialist?" "Kind of." "Wait a minute. Elaine. A woman 'bout 6' tall, long, auburn brunette hair?" "Yeah, that's her. You know her?" "Only by reputation, and only from a distance. She's known among the local hospitals as Elaine the benefactor. Between her and the woman she's got doing fund raising, I'd say that about 60 percent of all the equipment at every free clinic, as well as 40 percent of the equipment at the non-profit hospitals is due to her. Can I ask a big favor?" "What?" "Can I come with you? I'd really like to meet her in person." "Uh, no, I don't think that'd be a good idea." "But-" "Janine, when we get up there today, we'll ask her if she minds an introduction to a friend. But she's really not fond of surprises." "Okay." Sam kissed her friend. "You know, we're about the same size. Do you want a fresh set of clothes?" "If you don't mind." "Not at all." Sam dug out two sets of clothes, and gave one to Janine. They set the clothes on the bed, and went into the shower, Sam using it first. Janine used the shower, then returned to the bedroom. Sam was already dressed, and James quickly got into the bathroom after her. As Janine got dressed, the two made small talk until Janine asked, "Sam, is that James singing in there, or a radio?" "That's James." "He sounds kind of... effeminate." "Well, that's his singing voice. Don't mention it, please. He's kind of touchy about it." "Okay." -- "This is reality, not T.V. Can't you tell the difference?" "Sure. I just like T.V. better." 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