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Subject: {ASSM} MMMMMM by Vickie Tern 6/10 TG Femdom
Date: Sun,  8 Dec 2002 19:10:05 -0500
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Mmmmmm! by Vickie Tern,  6/10

                              vi.

To his horror, ten minutes later Nick found himself in a doctor's
office undergoing the same catechism.  There was Rachel in a white
coat. This was the woman who'd prescribed the medications that had
made him impotent!  This was Kelly's witch doctor!

"Hi, Nick," she said.  "Still the husband with the towering rages? 
Still threatening Kelly with physical abuse?  I hear Kelly's tamed
you some.  I bet you're as sweet as my Kevin now.  That's
a darling outfit, very becoming.  No, really!  What can I do for
you?"

"This is my new girl friend Nicola," Kelly replied for him.  "I
have no husband now."

"I've wondered about that, Kelly," Rachel replied, amused.  "For
some years.  But especially the way you were dancing with Jeff last
Thursday at the Country Club.  Plastered together in both senses! 
Where did you both disappear so soon afterward?"

Thursday night Nick had been home preparing a report while Kelly
was out with friends seeing a movie.  Supposedly.  He remembered
that she was stunningly dressed when she left, but he'd shrugged it
off.  Women like to show off their clothes to each other.  He'd
been asleep when she returned.

"Never mind Jeff now, Rachel," Kelly said, annoyed, glancing at
Nick to see how he was taking this information.  She knew he knew
both of the Jeffs who were club members.  One was another regional
Vice President in Nick's firm, like Nick now bought off, wealthy,
married to a dim bulb blonde.  The other was the Club golf pro,
muscular, handsome, and single.  "It was the Golf Pro this time,
sweetheart," Kelly said to her husband when she saw him trying to
add up what he knew.  "I have to be honest with you now.  It was
the other Jeff last month, but only a few times.  So put your mind
at rest.  Let's get your legalities attended to, Rachel, shall we?"

The doctor shrugged and turned toward Nick while he was still
shaken by this news.  What was that reference to years?  Rachel had
never liked him.

"So, Nicola, are you a man or a woman."

"A woman," he replied.  He realized that when Kelly had been
questioning him earlier, she'd been coaching him.  No hesitation! 
"I'm a woman."

"You need to live like a woman now?"

"I guess so."  Kelly looked displeased.  "Yes, I do," he said with
more conviction.  He did, too!

"And that's why you dress like a woman?"

"Yes."

"Tell me, do you have normal relations with men?  Like Kelly here? 
If anyone who wants to have relations with Jeff can be called
normal -- I know from personal experience that he's hung like a
barnyard animal!"

"No, I'm a lesbian," Nick replied.  He saw that Rachel was goading
him for some reason.  

"So am I sometimes," was her response.  "Like Kelly, in a way. 
Though sometimes not.  Maybe we can get together some time when I
have fewer patients in the waiting room.  Your friend Kelly comes
to see me these days only when she needs a prescription for
tranquilizers, though once ...."

"She knows, Rachel," Kelly interrupted.  "About the drugs, I mean. 
And I should add, she's had her tranquilizers and toast this morning
along with her T-suppressants and coffee, so you aren't going to be
able to arouse her ire.  Maybe we'll discuss a threesome some time
when Nicola is better prepared, more of a woman, so let's not be
devious about medications or catty about Jeff or any of my previous
men any more, shall we?"

Rachel was impressed.  "Oh, he knows, does he?  And he's still here?
You've gone a long way with him in only a day or two, Kelly!  With 
her, I mean."  She flashed Nick what she obviously thought was an 
encouraging smile.  Then, "Nicola, are you a virgin as far as men 
are concerned?  Your hymen is intact?  Your asshole, I mean?"

"Yes," he replied.

"Then you really don't know what you're missing, do you.  Have you
ever sucked a man's cock to climax and swallowed?"

Kelly came to his rescue.  "She will when she feels ready, if she
wants to," she said.  "Or if it's good for confirming her
womanliness, or for us as a couple, if that's what you're
implying."

"I was," Rachel said.  "I have an obligation to all my patients to
know why they're here, what they want, to make sure they're not
malingering nor persuaded to do anything against their own wills. 
Are you, Nicola?  Do you freely state that you want a body that
will match the way you feel?"

What were Rachel and Kelly scheming now?  "I do," Nick said,
because it was literally if misleadingly true.  He had to say it to
stay in the game.  

"Very well, sign these papers here.  And here.  Now under here. 
Good!  This set we'll hold in reserve -- they authorize appropriate
surgeons to make you a true virgin and to eliminate any unnecessary
parts.  As a test of sustained sincerity your signature on this
application for surgery provides me with the authority to put you
on less drastic procedures, in this case a hormone regimen in the
absence of extensive psychiatric counselling. That's if anyone ever
questions my judgment, and who would do such a thing?  Up on this
examining table and lower your panties please, Nicola."

He did.  His feet went into the stirrups and were velcroed there. 
She dropped the part of the table under his crotch and legs.  He
felt helpless, terribly vulnerable.  Was she going to cut off his
balls?  

"Hands at your sides or I'll have to secure them there too!  Yes,
I thought so.  See, Kelly?  These things dangling here are already
fossils.  We can dispense with the T-blockers now I think."  Rachel
seemed amused.  "Once plums, then grapes, now raisins.  That 
part's done!"

What?  Nick wondered.  What's done?  He asked Rachel what she
meant.  "You mean my testicles?  Is there a problem?"

"Your former testicles?  No problem at all, Nick.  You are not a
man any more, nor will you ever be again.  You're chemically
castrated.  A gelding.  You're making less testosterone right now
than I am I bet.  There's nothing down there to interfere with your
progress into womanhood.  In fact to recover any kind of sexual
energy you'll probably need to take in trace amounts of
testosterone in some form.  Luckily, semen contains trace elements. 
I do prescribe cocksucking for you to recover your desires.  The
more you do it, the more you'll find you want to do it!  Some girls
actually find swallowing sperm addictive, did you know that?  They
can't get enough!"  She smiled reassuringly at him.  

Was she kidding?  What was she saying?  Nick felt confused!

"Rachel," Kelly said.  "I told you, no disrespect!  I mean it ...."

"Don't worry," Rachel replied, grinning.  "My little joke.  His
estrogen replacement therapy will include trace elements of the
other things he needs.  We'll soon have him feeling horny again! 
I know you need something to work with."

It suddenly sank in!  Terrible news!  Nick thought.  My balls gone? 
Why am I not shocked?  Those tranquilizers again?  

"Now, Nicola, you're going to feel two little pricks, no, not like
the one I'm looking at.  One on the inside of each thigh," Rachel
said next.  "I'm going to insert two slow release estrogen and
progesterone capsules under your skin there.  They'll keep you
going for three months, and they'll speed some sizable changes in
the distribution of your adipose tissue.  There.  Also, to jump
start you I'm injecting you too.  There we go!  And there!  All
right, Nick, congratulations!  Welcome to the sisterhood!  You now
have more female hormones flowing through your body than a ballroom
of pregnant debutantes!  Expect to be nauseous for a few
days.  Well, maybe not, but expect to feel really lovely, really
nice, really soon!  Soon you'll have hips and breasts and a bigger
tush, things every woman needs.  All natural, all your own doing! 
We'll decide what else to do then.  You and me and your wife.  By
the way, she can't really be your wife any more, can she?  You
being a woman and all?"

"Yes, she's my wife," Nick said. "I love her."  He watched Kelly's
face twist, conflicted by this failure to play her game yet
gratified by his confession.  "And I'm her wife, I guess.  We're
friends."  Nick wanted Kelly to be proud of him, and at this moment
she was.  "Great save!" she told him.  Then to Rachel, "Later,
Rachel!  We'll talk!"

"Yes," said Rachel cryptically.  "I'm looking forward to it!  I
must say, I'm feeling very good about your 'Nicola' here."

A few minutes later they were back in the car and driving toward
Nick's next appointment.  "You need to have your hair done
properly," Kelly told him.  "And a few other things too."

This is moving way faster than I'd anticipated, Nick thought.  But
I suppose Kelly's rushing it deliberately, so I won't have time to
back off.  Why?  Why really?

"What are you thinking?" Kelly asked him.  "I want to know
everything!"

"My bra pinches a little," Nick said, to answer her with something. 
He was still trying to grasp the enormity of it.  His testicles
finished?  Gone?  It was appalling!  He wished he could feel anger! 
Sorrow?  He'd never wanted kids, so did it matter?  Best not think 
about it at all!  "Do they always?  Women's bras, I mean?"

"When you have real breasts we'll get you bras that are properly
fitted," Kelly replied.  "Don't worry.  Your injections will see to
it, but I'm also thinking about implants, so you can enjoy them
sooner."

Then with a mischievous smile she added, "Rachel has this thing
about oral sex!  You know what she prescribed for you as we were
leaving?  A very interesting notion.  That to confirm your
womanhood and the change in our relationship, to test your
sincerity as it were, I should ask you to suck the cock of every
man I've slept with.  The first few would be debasing and
demoralizing and humiliating, maybe even disgusting, because down
under you still think you're a man, and you aren't gay, so
giving another man sexual pleasure would be ... difficult for you."
She smiled at the thought.  

Nick said nothing.  He was feeling sick at the thought.  Suck
another man's cock?

"But by the time you'd brought them all off -- there are probably
a dozen still in town -- you wouldn't care any more.  You'd be into
promiscuity as far as I am, and servicing a man would be as easy
and ordinary as breathing.  You might even like it.  You might feel
proud that you can bring men off one after another!  All that cum
might give you a warm feeling in your tummy!"  

Kelly noticed with satisfaction that her husband said nothing, not
even by a change of expression.  It was really outrageous, that
idea.  To Nick it probably sounded like a preposterous insult,
as Rachel had intended it.  Rachel claimed that to punish
Kevin she'd once made him fellate a stranger in a bar while she
watched -- 'that straightened him out,' she'd said.  Probably not
true, but still, Kelly thought, all this talk does help Nicola get
accustomed to the fact that I do sleep with other men, and also
that no matter how bad things seem, there are always worse things
I could be asking of him.  While he's worrying about how to avoid
going gay, I'll have no problem at all making him over into a
respectable woman.

She glanced at him.  "Fix your lipstick, honey," she said gently. 
It was fine, quite neat, but he needed the practice.  Then as he
fumbled with his purse latch and looked for his lipstick tube, she
continued.  

"Maybe we'll follow Rachel's advice.  Sucking cock might be a good
test of your new femininity, come to think of it.  You'd know
immediately how you're really feeling while you're sliding your
lips up and down a man's tube, whether you're doing it as a woman
with a man or as a gay man with a man.  Or as a straight man forced
to do it with a man."  She looked at him.  Nick remained impassive. 


She decided to keep going.  Lay it all out and see if he cracks. 
"Especially the first time you open your ass to a man and he slides
himself into you, and it feels good.  That would bring you around. 
A few cocks in your mouth and your ass and you'd be so purged of
masculine jealousy or feelings of humiliation that I'll bet you'd
enjoy the feel and flavor of cock as much as I do.  Jeff the horse
would be a little too hard on any girl's mouth or cunt, certainly
on a new girl's ass, no doubt about that.  So we may save him for
graduation ceremony.  But you have a lot to learn before then."  

I'll bet even now he hasn't accepted that there's no going back,
she thought.  But by tonight he will know in his heart that he can
only move on.  I want him eager to move on.  I know him.  Part of
him still thinks this is all very tentative, I bet.  He thinks he's
biding his time.  I'm a little whacko, he's probably thinking, I'm
on a binge, so he's humoring me.  Well, my sweet new Nicola, maybe
I am!  But I've thought about this for a long time.  And your foul
temper is now gone -- one teeny pill daily is all it takes to
mellow you out now.  Your sperm is gone, along with your male
hormones.  Your balls are gone, irreversibly.  The girl-juice
Rachel just injected into you won't go away either!  And now we'll
make your face irreversibly feminine, so you'll have nowhere to go
but straight ahead!  

Ten minutes later Kelly drove into a mall and pulled up to a salon
called "Chez Betsy."  "Betsy's doing us a great favor," she told
Nick, her voice now quite serious.  "She's turned over half of her
establishment to you for the next few hours.  Her girls will prove
to both of us that you can be as lovely as any other woman.  But
they have a lot to do.  So you behave yourself, no matter what they
want you to do.  Go on, now.  Betsy knows what's wanted."

Deeper and deeper!  A beauty salon?  Nick began to feel helplessly
trapped, for the first time.  This was out of control.  "You won't
be staying with me?" he asked.

"There's no need for me to hold your hand, love.  The manicurist
will do that.  I have something I must do before we begin our next
few days together.  Betsy will call me when you're ready, or I'll
be back after a few hours.  Hurry now, out of the car!"  

Kelly had found the morning's activities quite exciting.  She'd
dreamed of this morning for months, this revenge, and now
she was actually living it!  She was actually wiping out the man
she'd quarreled with so bitterly and furiously for so long, erasing
him before her very eyes and his and replacing him with a girl she
could love, the kind of girl she'd wanted to live with ever since
Janet.  What a final victory!  She'd gotten so wet enjoying it that
she'd had to borrow a tampon from one of the saleswomen to stop
trickling.  So while Nick was in one of his changing rooms trying 
on blouses and skirts she'd called one of her stalwart young men
on her cell phone and arranged to meet him for lunch and a session
of hard fucking afterward.  She craved it.  She told him she needed
to be fucked senseless by an iron-stiff heavily-muscled naked male
body, really pounded!  He'd laughed and promised to do just that. 
Kelly was now looking forward to it.  

This was all working out so well!  A double dose of tranquilizers
had gotten Nick through all of her confessions of last night and
again this morning, enough of the decisions, all of the shopping,
and into and out of Rachel's office with his body loaded with the
female hormones that would soon determine its shape and his future. 
Even the news that his testicles were shrunken, that his
masculinity was gone, lost, even that didn't seem yet to have sunk
in.  

She knew one thing now though that she hadn't known before.  He
hadn't yet wavered once in his desire to stay with her at all
costs, even at this ultimate cost.  He thought he could get out of
it later, no doubt, but he really was willing to go where she
wanted him to go. Though he'd been an impossible husband, he really
did love her!  What a marvelous person!  What a darling!  What a
difference between this Nick and the contentious bastard she'd
married!  As Nick lost zest she'd been surprised to find that she
really did miss their crazed, grasping fuck fests, all that 
squeezing and wrenching and wrestling for domination.  She'd looked
for that kind of sexual combat elsewhere and she'd found it soon
enough.  It's easy to manipulate males when you aren't married to
them, when they have no claim on you.  

And Nick defeated was something special!  Look where she was with
him now!  She was getting laid by some of the most vigorous young
men around, and soon she'd be sleeping with a dedicated pussy
worshiper every night for the rest of her life.  She'd be married
to someone as devoted to her cunt as Janet had been, even more so. 
Could life get any better?  

Nick got out of the car, and Kelly drove off toward her tryst,
thinking happily that from now on she wouldn't need makeup to hide
the hickeys and bruises some of these men left as evidence of the
passion she incited.  She could even exhibit them to Nicola and
watch her grow envious!  Not jealous, the way a man would feel when
his wife had been fucked to exhaustion by someone else.  Envious!
And not of the men.  Of her!

Nick walked carefully through the door into Betsy's salon,
consoling himself that when this one day was done, when Kelly was
finally satisfied that he was truly her girlfriend, her worshiper,
her nightly cuntsucker, when she eased off, he'd be able to decide
what to do, even whether he really could live the rest of his life
without her.  Maybe he could.  He'd always admired her feistiness,
and they'd always had great sex, or so he'd thought.  He did love
her, he supposed.  But she'd done some unforgivable things!  She'd
hit him way below the belt.  She'd tried to drug him into
submission, and that was appalling, he supposed, even though he
didn't yet feel appalled -- those damned drugs worked!  And now
these hormones!  What to do about them?  If he'd been in fact
deprived of his masculinity beyond recall, if his hard choices were
now celibacy or womanhood, maybe female hormones were the way to
go?  And why did he feel he still wanted her?   Because the
adversary in him still couldn't admit defeat, cut and run and save
himself?  Because in his peculiar way he really did love her.  He'd
thought so once.  He thought so still?

Betsy treated him from the outset like a woman.  "Hi, Nicola!" she
greeted him cheerfully.  "We've been expecting you!  You look
worried, honey!  Relax, today isn't even the first day of the rest
of your life, not yet anyhow!  You haven't begun to live!  But you
will!  What a lovely outfit, I adore that scarf!  You've been
shopping?  Right this way!  We're going to make you so pretty, 
you'll never believe it!"

"Thank you," Nick replied.  Despite himself he felt gratified.  The
scarf had been his own special choice.  Women are always
complimenting each other on their outfits -- I must remember to do
that, he told himself.  There's no going back.  Like it or not, the
way forward is the way out.  Let's see where it takes me.

He sat down.  None of the girls seemed to recognize that he was a
man, or anyhow none of them cared about it.  Doreen, Betsy's chief
hair operator, and Connie, her expert colorist, stared at his head. 
Doreen gathered up his long hair in one hand and examined his
reflection in the mirror.  "Plenty to work with here," she said. 
"You're going to be gorgeous, honey!  You'll break hearts."

"I hope not, Doreen," Nick replied, reading the tag on her smock in
reverse in the mirror.  He'd play along.  "But if I must, I must." 

The two beauticians giggled, and though he couldn't tell why, Nick
joined in.  It felt odd.  For a fleeting moment he did feel like one
of them.  Even without Kelly around, he was a girl.  They were three
girls together.

Three hours later Nick was unrecognizable.  His long hair was now
thick and several streaked shades of blonde, and it fell smooth and
glossy to below his ears and tucked into a cute curve just under
his chin.  His whole face now looked much smaller under the full
hairdo that framed it.  It was a "Jennifer Anniston" doll look,
Doreen said, very soignee, except that his brow was hidden under
long wisps of bangs. "Now your face is nicely proportioned," she
told him.  "Very feminine."  

She explained to Nick that his new hairdo looked simple but would
require considerable care.  "It'll hang straight down and swing
with each movement of your head, and it'll always look
full-bodied," she told him. "But it'll curl and crinkle unless you
set it in huge rollers each night and then brush the curves out, a
hundred strokes each morning, until it's all come perfectly smooth
again.  Of course when it's in your way when you're doing housework
or something, you can easily put it up in a French Twist or a high
ponytail with a scrunchie -- that'd really look quite attractive 
if a man should happen to come to the door." 

Nick just stared at himself in the mirror.  He saw a girl made up
to go anywhere.  His face looked elegant, subtly shaded and toned,
and his eyebrows were thin and arched over beautifully oval eyes.

"You'll have plenty of time to take proper care of your hair,"
Doreen added.  "Because your make-up won't take any time at all. 
That blue eye shadow on your lids with just a hint of purple high
up, the white streak just under your eyebrows, the dark eye liner,
and that luscious red on your lips?  Those aren't ordinary
apply-and-wipe-away cosmetics, honey.  They're permanent stains. 
Well, not permanent, we should all be so lucky, but they won't need
retouching for months!  Don't they look nearly natural?  Your
boyfriends'll hardly know -- they'll think it's all you --
especially because no matter how affectionate they get they'll
never manage to kiss the colors off.   You can cover them with
other shades of cosmetics of course when you want to go more
dramatic, or if you need to match the shades of some outfit you're
wearing."  

"My face doesn't wipe off?  I'll look like this all the time?" Nick
asked, a little disturbed.  "When will I look like myself again?"

Doreen was puzzled.  "Honey, this IS you.  What do you mean?"

"Like a man?  Sometimes?"

"Oh, you're into that?  Listen, you'll enjoy this!  If you really 
want to make yourself look like a man, you'll need to wear a heavy 
pancake makeup on your cheeks and eyes to cover the blush and the
eye-tones, and at least a pinkie-beige lipstick -- we have a shade
called "Bare" if you want to carry it around.  Because that's what
you'll have to do.  You'll need a whole extra make-up kit in your
purse.  Then every few hours you'll have to excuse yourself and go
somewhere to re-apply your make-up and refresh your lipstick.  I
wonder where you'd go for that?  The men's room?"  She giggled.
"The ladies' room is where you belong.  And to look feminine you
don't need to do anything -- you'll look perfectly made up dawn to
midnight and wake up as pretty as when you went to sleep.  Why in
the world would you want to resemble a man, honey?  You're gorgeous! 
Enjoy it!"

With that, Nick heard one more door to his former life closing
behind him.  Wear lipstick to avoid looking as though he were
wearing lipstick? 

Betsy came by.  "Yes," she said.  "That's exactly the look Kelly
wanted -- wide-eyed and innocent.  That dab of shadow in the upper
corner of each eye is just right, Doreen -- she looks so worried
and vulnerable, as if she were asking for protection!  Men will
fall all over their hard-ons trying to help her cross the street if
she looks at them like that.  Oh, yes, honey, you should know that
the hairs in your eyebrows are all tattooed on now.  That makes 
for a much higher, thinner arch.  You look as if you were 
questioning the world and yet mocking it.  Guys love that, you'll 
see.  They love the challenge it implies.  All in all you now 
have cocksucker eyes -- that's what I usually call them, though 
in your case I guess they're cuntlapper eyes.  They'll look so 
wistful and imploring when you stare up at someone's face from 
between their legs.  They'll melt!  They'll do anything you ask!"

Nick was now scarcely listening.  His little rebellious schemes,
his stalling tactics, had collapsed utterly.  Permanent make-up? 
How can I ever explain this look to anyone? he asked himself.  I
can't!  Unless I play Kelly's game and become a girl, so it needs
no explanation.  And for my hair to look less girlish I'd have to
cut it off altogether!  Yet even bald, my face still looks like 
a woman's!  My face, a woman's.  Is that what I am?

Nick was shaken!  For the first time he realized that he'd been
trapped, outmaneuvered, committed to Kelly's plan despite all his
private reservations.  He'd was already what she'd wanted, he
was no longer himself.  Confidence oozed out of him for the first
time, and he looked around feeling timid, a little frightened.

Betsy whispered something to Doreen, who responded "Oh yes, I
forgot!" and went away for a moment.  She came back behind Nick as
he sat there, and he felt a sudden sting in each of his ear lobes. 
When he looked in the mirror, there were delicate gold hoops
hanging from each lobe.  "That's so pretty!" she said.  "And no
problem, they're perfect circles, they go with everything and they
don't come out!  Don't you just love them?"    

Nick just stared.  It was like falling deeper and deeper into an
abyss.

"Kelly did specify ruby red for your lips," Doreen said.  "Men like
that in a girl, so they can see clearly what's wrapped around them
and sliding up and down.  I guess Kelly wanted it too, for her
glimpses of your mouth when you're kissing her where she loves it. 
But I couldn't do it, I'm sorry!  Tell her that.  Raspberry red is
your color, definitely, with those shades of blonde hair.  I
changed the shade on your nails to match.  So now you're perfect,
honeybun!  Here, let me show you how to quarter your hair for the
rollers.  You'll need to sleep on them every night from now on, you
know.  But it shouldn't take more than a few minutes for you to put
your hair up after you've been making love, not much longer than
it'll take you to douche."

Nick's mind whirled as he realized how completely he'd lost
control.  He stepped carefully back to the outer reception area to
await Kelly's return, and found she was there already, wriggling
on the seat of a chair impatiently.   

As he looked at her hips squirming, Nick felt an unaccountable 
affection stir in his chest.  Erotic desire returning?  She did 
look beautiful, as if she'd just finished an extremely satisfying 
workout at her health club.  Her face was flushed, her eyes 
sparkled, and a small smile was playing across her face.  
She was thinking about what?

She looked up and suddenly saw her husband -- now not the man she'd
left behind, now not a husband at all, but a soignee young woman! 
At first she didn't recognize him.  Then it came to her all at
once.  

"Nick?  Nicola?  Is that you, darling!" she said, a bit awestruck. 
"You ...you're... so feminine now!  So simply lovely!"  What have
I done? she was thinking.  This is marvelous!  He's perfect!  He's
a whole new person!  I mean, she is!  I must take her to bed
immediately, and put that gorgeous face between my legs and keep it
there all night!

"I hope you don't mind what they did," Nick said a bit
apologetically, waving his beautifully manicured hands at his own
face and hair while wondering at her astonished facial expression. 
"Because I can't change it.  The make-up.  Doreen says it's
permanent.  This is it."  Nick felt strangely in need of
reassurance.  "This is me now.  Tell me it's all right!"  If she
doesn't like it, he was thinking, what'll I do?  Leave?  Ask her to
leave?  He felt suddenly sad.  Near tears.

And he realized immediately that this was unusual, to be so
emotional about needing her approval!  Was this a side effect of
those hormones Rachel had pumped into him?

"You're perfect, Nicola!" Kelly finally said, obviously impressed. 
"I love it.  I couldn't hope for a more beautiful girlfriend!  I 
want you to kiss me.  Let's go home!"

end 6/10

VickieTern@AOL.COM

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