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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. If you are offended by
sexually explicit material or are under the age of 18, stop
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JC: Ed Biggers Part 2: Equilibrant Chapter 1 By Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2004

Decisions. Hundreds, if not thousands, of decisions are made each
and every day by every person. Shall I sleep five minutes more or
not?  What shall I eat for breakfast, lunch, and dinner? What
route shall I take to work? What lane should I be in now? Most of
these are minor decisions, of little consequence in the grand
scheme of things. That is, the majority of decisions can be made
without concern for consequence, right or wrong. Cheerios or
Cornflakes, today? Cheerios or Cornflakes, tomorrow?

Yet, even a decision with no consequence 999 times out of a 1000
can suddenly become major. Today, Cheerios. Oops, I choked on a
Cheerio. Even then, it is impossible to know what would have
happened had a different decision been taken. If not Cheerios,
would I have choked on the Sugar Pops? We can not know.

So many decisions are made each day. Most decisions are made
without sufficient information to know if the choice taken is the
best one. A paucity of information is the norm and not the
exception. Shall I be an engineer? On what basis of fact can such
a decision be made. The current state of the field? The hoped for
state of the field? It might be good for five years and then
horrible thereafter. It might be bad for a few years and then
wonderful for the rest of ones life. It is a guess and we make
the best guess that we can.

With so many decisions, it is amazing how few choices that we
make lead to negative consequences from which we can't recover.
Perhaps one choice that we make out of a hundred thousand has
long term consequences. Yet, the majority of choices made do not
led to a negative consequence. If they did, most people would be
crippled or dead by the time they reached twenty. By twenty,
almost seven-five chances to make a life debilitating decision
will have occurred. The kid that runs into the street, jumps off
the roof, or eats food that doesn't smell quite right has made
decisions with the potential for crippling consequences, but
those negative consequences seldom materialize. Yet, sometimes
they do.

Once, twice, three, or more times in our life, we will make the
wrong choice when faced with a decision that changes our lives
forever. It is inevitable that it will happen.  Should a person
abuse themselves emotionally for having made the wrong decision?
Should one berate oneself for not being perfect or not knowing
everything? One can, but perhaps that is compounding the bad
decision with another.

Ed waited for John to put his hiking notebooks in the library to
find out where John had encountered the Gods and Goddesses. The
entry for the encounter with the Goddess described in great
detail the path that John took to meet her. It did not identify
any specific day that Ed could tell and he was tempted to go
immediately after reading the entry. However, the entry for the
encounter with the God explicitly mentioned Midsummer's Day. He
knew then when he was to go meet the Gods and Goddesses.

He prepared the family for his absence by telling them that he
was going on a rock hunting expedition as part of his school
work. When asked how long he would be gone, he had answered that
it depended on how long it took them to collect a reasonable
quantity of samples. The fact was, he didn't know how long he
would be gone.

He felt bad telling a lie to everyone, but he believed that
wouldn't hurt the family. The wedding was two weeks away and he
should have been there to help with the arrangements. He was sure
that the women would understand what he did and why he did it
when he returned home. The fear was that John would be hurt by
what might have been a betrayal.

Ed had planned this trip with great attention to detail. To make
his excuse more easily accepted, he had packed all of his rock
collecting gear in the back of his pickup truck. Since he didn't
want to leave the gear there, he had stopped by the university
and unpacked it. The directions given in John's journal required
a GPS to locate the campsite for Midsummer's Eve, so he had
purchased one. The one surprise in executing his plans was that
none of the cats would go with him.

It was with great deliberation and determination that he followed
the route that John had described in his first journal. Rather
then cover the entire route, he searched for the location of
John's campsite the night before. Spending the night under the
stars was nothing new for Ed. As he lay on his bedroll watching
the stars, he was surprised to see a shooting star cross the
night sky. It was very large and lit up as it split into two and
merged back again into one.

Ed didn't mind camping, but he detested hiking. Cowboy boots
weren't exactly made for long distance hiking and he couldn't
stand the feel of lace-up hiking boots on his feet. When the sun
rose on the morning of Midsummer's day, Ed gathered together his
possessions and started down the trail described in the journal.

He knew he had reached the right place when the feel of the land
suddenly changed. Looking around at his surroundings, he expected
to see a man or a woman step into view at the edge of the woods.
After taking a few steps forward, true to his expectations, a man
stepped out from behind a tree. It was not the bear- like man
that John had described in his journal. This man was
exceptionally obese with breasts larger than most women and a
small cock that was almost hidden by a roll of fat. His face had
huge jowls, a double chin, hooked nose, and large flapping ears.
The one feature that stood out from the rest was the lips. They
bulged out obscenely, flapping as he moved.

The man gestured Ed to follow. Ed obeyed reluctantly, knowing
what was going to happen next, he walked with steps that
reflected his dread that he was going to be raped by this
monster. The idea repelled him, but he would do it to protect
John. His stomach twisted at the thought of touching the man, but
he followed as close as possible.

They came to an empty clearing. The grotesque man came to a stop
and turned to face Ed. Braced himself for an attack that didn't
come, Ed eyed the man trying to make sense of the situation. The
man said, "Ed Biggers, the God and the Goddess would not come.
They have given John all of the protection that he requires."

The idea that John had all the protection that he required didn't
jive with the situations that Ed had seen. He replied, "John has
died twice. Fat lot of good their protection has served him. He
needs me to help protect him. I demand to see one of them!"

His challenge was met by laughter that conveyed great derision.
The man challenged, "You demand? A mere mortal demand of us?"

Ed stubbornly replied, "Yes. I demand."

Instead of responding, the man held up a golden medallion and
tossed it a few feet away. Ed's eyes tracked the medallion,
recognizing it for what it was. Laughing, the fat man said, "If
you survive long enough to get it, I will give you a gift that
can help John."

Thinking that he could out race the man, Ed dove for the medal
thinking that he would get it with no problem. His progress was
interrupted when the man grabbed him in midair. Using every trick
he knew, Ed fought without restraint. Almost toying with him, the
man ripped off Ed's clothes as if they were made of paper and
threw Ed to the ground. Ed scrambled in the direction of the
medallion concentrating entirely on reaching it. His efforts were
halted when the fat man jumped on him.

Ed's cock had grown erect almost immediately, despite his attempt
to will it down. Staring incredulously, Ed's eyes grew huge in
wonder as the man slowly turned into a woman. As the tremendously
fat woman lowered herself on him, he continued to struggle to
reach the medallion. When she started to rock herself on his
cock, he used her motion to help move him towards the medallion.
Although the medallion was now only five feet away, his progress
towards it could be measured in tenths of an inch.

When he moved too far forward, the fat lady would bend his cock
back so hard that Ed was sure that it would break. Accepting the
pain and keeping focused on his goal, he continued to inch
towards the medallion. When she adjusted her position, he would
start to move toward the medallion again. In an attempt to stop
him, she leaned forward and jammed a breast in his mouth. He
struggled to breathe around the monster breast. Even as he
struggled to breathe, he continued to work his way towards the
medallion.

Ed was shocked as the woman started to come. As she came, her
cunt squeezed his cock. She squeezed so hard on his cock that Ed
screamed out in pain. Even as he imagined his cock being cut off
by her cunt muscles, Ed still worked to reach the medallion. She
continued to ride him and Ed knew she would continue until he
came. Unsure if that would be good or bad, the only thing that he
knew was that he needed to reach the medallion.

As Ed continued to struggle to reach the medallion, she came
several more times. Each time it felt like she was going to rip
his cock out by the roots. Suddenly, he came and it was unlike
anything that he had ever experienced. The contractions of his
ejaculation were so close together and long that it felt like he
was pissing in her rather than coming.

She lifted herself off his cock and moved so that her cunt was
over his mouth. Taking advantage of her movement, Ed took the
opportunity to move even closer to the medallion. His forward
progress was halted when she lowered herself on his face. Huge
globs of cum dripped out of her cunt. Closing his mouth and
turning his head to the side, he attempted to escape having to
swallow his own come.

She reached back and yanked his cock producing a scream that was
cut off when her cunt forced its way onto his mouth. Cum drained
into his mouth and he had to swallow or drown in it. He swallowed
and then tried to breathe as more cum filled his mouth.
Throughout, he continued to try to move his way towards the
medallion. She came, her cum flooded his mouth as her legs locked
around his head cutting off his breath and keeping him from
moving. Not for the first time, he wondered if this was how he
was going to die. Desperately, he swallowed and swallowed the
never-ending stream of cum.

Finally, the flood abated and he could breath. His relief was
short lived. The huge grotesquely fat woman started to rock back
and forth on his face. Her cunt seemed like steel wool, scrapping
layers of skin off his face. He used her motion to move forward
again.

The situation seemed to become dire when the cunt started turning
into a cock, forcing itself into his mouth. As it continued to
grow, Ed bit into it with no effect. The creature above him had
returned to being the fat disgusting man. Unable to prevent the
assault, the man was now fucking his mouth with a monster cock.
Ed used the motion to move closer to the medallion. Each thrust
in, he slid along the ground in the direction he desired. He
would scoot forward when the man withdrew. The medallion was now
only two feet away from his outstretched hand.

The action continued until the man came. It was a massive
explosion of cum that nearly drowned Ed. He coughed as cum
entered his lungs and he retched as cum poured into his stomach.
Unable to breathe with the head of monster cock filling his
throat, Ed continued to struggle closer to the medallion. When
the cock suddenly left his mouth, he scrambled in a mad dash
towards the medallion.

He was within inches of reaching it when the man's hands grabbed
him and spun him in the air. Landing on his hands and knees, Ed
started to crawl towards the medallion. His progress was stopped
when hands grabbed his hips. It felt like a fist was pressed
against his asshole. He screamed when he was entered in one
massive thrust that pushed the entire cock into his ass. Timing
his forward movements with the thrusts into his ass, he struggled
to hold his gain when the man pulled him back onto his cock.

Again, his forward progress could be measured in tenths of an
inch. The man reached around and grabbed Ed's cock. With a tight
grip that brought tears to Ed's eyes, the man started
masturbating him in time with his thrusts. As Ed struggled to
move forward, one thought continued to race through his mind, 'I
must survive this to protect my family.'

The thrusts became harder and faster as the man approached his
orgasm. The pain was intense. It felt like his insides were
tearing from the brutality of the intrusion and his cock was
going to be pulled off. Despite the pain, he continued to
struggle.

When the man came, he finished with an extremely forceful thrust
forward. Ed saw his chance and threw himself forward, flattening
himself on the ground. The man followed him to the ground as he
continued to press his cock into Ed's ass. Exhausted and in pain
beyond endurance, Ed reached out and closed his hand around the
medallion.

Everything stopped. As Ed raised himself to stand on wobbly legs,
the man took the medallion from Ed's hand. With a care and
gentleness that had not been present throughout the ordeal, the
fat man placed it around his neck. He said, "I am the Two-sided
One. You have done well, Ed Biggers. It is time for you to rest."

Ed woke and looked around the clearing. The normal feel of the
outdoors had returned. His clothes were new and he felt healthy
and energetic. After taking a reading on the GPS, he headed
towards the highway. His progress was amazingly quick and it
wasn't long before he reached the highway. Turning in the
appropriate direction, he headed towards town where his truck was
parked.

He stopped at the restaurant in town that he had read about in
John's journal. The description of the owners was so flattering,
that he wondered what they were like. Stepping into the
restaurant, he paused to look in the mirror. At first, his normal
face looked back at him, but at second glance he realized that
his eyes were now gray. Ed approached the counter and sat down.

An elderly woman stood behind the counter and examined Ed for a
minute. She asked, "Are you Ed?"

Ed nodded in surprise that she would know who he was. He asked,
"Are you Martha?"

She smiled at Ed and answered, "Yes, I am. John called."

"Uh oh." Ed knew he had been caught in his lie and he felt guilty
for having lied to John, but he knew that John would have stopped
him from coming. Still not knowing how the Two-Sided One had
blessed him, he didn't know how he could protect John. He was
confident that he had been given a gift that would help protect
John.

Martha laughed at the expression on his face. It was just like a
little boy caught with his hand in a cookie jar. She added,
"Right. He said to get something to eat, go to the next town and
stop at the camping supply store, and then get home."

Wondering what kind of reception he was going to get when he
reached home, Ed asked, "Was he mad?"

Martha answered, "He was polite."

"You're avoiding the question." Her voice, which had sounded
sweet to his ear, had just adopted a slightly tinny sound.
Rubbing his ear, he listened to her more carefully.

She smiled at him and then said, "Yes, I am. Now, what can I get
for you?"

Her voice had returned to the sweet sound. Looking at the menu
for a minute, Ed spotted something he didn't get to eat very
often. It was the daily special and if he had figured the elapsed
time correctly, they would be serving it. He said, "I'd love some
meatloaf."

Martha frowned at Ed as she corrected him, "That was yesterday's
special."

Ed realized that he had lost two days and recovered his
composure. He said, "Oh, right. I'll have a burger, fries, and
chocolate milk shake."

Martha laughed at his choice and how he was so much like John.
She said, "The teenager special. Always a good choice."

She called the order to the back and turned to the counter to
prepare the milkshake. While she was distracted, Ed lifted the
medallion and looked at what was on it. The picture on the first
side of the medallion looked like a cock. The writing above the
picture said, 'To Find.' While under the picture were the words,
'A Truth.' Flipping the medallion over, he examined the picture
of a vagina with writing above the picture. It said, 'A Lie.' The
writing below the picture said, 'To Find.'

He mouthed the words to himself, 'To Find A Truth, A Lie To
Find.' He thought about it a moment and realized that it could be
in the stated in the other order, 'A Lie To Find, To Find A
Truth.'

When Martha set the milkshake in front of Ed, he slid the
medallion under his shirt, unwilling for some reason to allow
anyone else to see it. He took a sip of the milkshake and smiled
at the outstanding flavor. He looked up at Martha and asked, "Is
this made with homemade ice cream?"

Martha shook her head and answered, "I'm afraid not. There's a
small ice cream shop nearby. They make their own ice cream. We
buy it from them."

"It's good. If I had known, I would have ordered a banana split
instead of a burger and fries."

Martha, with a laugh, teased, "You're just a little boy at heart,
aren't you?"

"Guilty as charged," answered Ed as he realized that in many ways
he was getting the years lost as a teenager back.

"John did a good job of picking a husband."

Ed looked surprised at her knowledge about his pending marriage
and her easy acceptance of it. He replied, "Thanks."

Martha noticed his surprise and, in explanation, said, "We're
coming to the wedding."

That explained much about her knowledge of the marriage. For a
moment, he had forgotten that they were friends of Johns. "Oh.
Sorry, John has invited so many people that I don't even know
who's coming. He's got people coming in from all over the
country."

Martha understood how it was that Ed might not know that they
were invited. John made friends easily and he remembered them
all. She smiled at him and said, "Well, we were probably just
names on a list to you. It's quite understandable."

George brought out the burger and fries. They smelled good and
Ed's stomach rumbled in response. Hearing the rumble, George
laughed and said, "Can't use praise from you as a measure of
quality. You're too hungry. Anything would taste good to you."

Holding the very large burger in both hands, Ed took a bite of
it. In response to the delicious taste, he made appreciative
noises and gestured with the burger. George smiled and headed
into the kitchen. In record time, Ed finished the burger and
fries while Martha watched with pleasure. When Ed finished the
milkshake, he sat back and said, "I can understand why John likes
this place so much, there's great food and great company in nice
surroundings."

Martha smiled at the compliment and said, "Thank you. Now you had
better get out of here. I'm sure that John's very worried about
you."

"Thanks." Ed settled his bill and left the restaurant. Soon he
was driving down the road headed towards the next town.

The Sheriff had been surprised when John had called him to ask a
favor since John seemed the most self-sufficient man he had ever
met. The call had arrived the same day as he had mailed his RSVP
to the wedding invitation in which he had accepted that he would
attend. He smiled at the news that one of the prospective grooms
had run away and was thought to be in the area. After promising
to look for Ed's truck, it took him less than half an hour to
find it. Calling John back with the news, John had asked him to
send Ed on his way home if he saw him.

Sitting in his car near the school, the Sheriff had spotted Ed
driving down the road. Wondering what kind of man this Ed Biggers
was, he pulled out of the parking lot and turned on his cherries.
It didn't take Ed long to pull over and roll down his window. By
the time the Sheriff reached the car, he had his identification
out to hand to the Sheriff. Smiling, the Sheriff asked, "Ed
Biggers?"

"Yes sir," replied Ed curious about what he had done wrong.

The Sheriff looked at Ed for a minute. The look on his face was
one that he didn't see very often. Usually when he pulled someone
over they knew they were guilty of something. This guy was truly
bewildered. Then as a large smile broke across his face, he said,
"John says to get your ass home."

Ed stared at the Sheriff in shock. He asked, "Huh?"

The Sheriff looked at Ed and said, "Look, follow me to the store.
Go in and do your business. Then get out of here. John's called
half the people in this town looking for you."

Ed shook his head as he realized that John had really spread the
word about him. He said, "I guess it is nice to have someone
worry about you, but this is approaching ridiculous."

The Sheriff replied, "I take it Martha already told you."

"Yes, sir."

Shaking his head at how many people John must have called in the
area, the Sheriff said, "Okay, follow me and I'll take you to the
store."

The Sheriff turned and headed to his car before Ed could even
answer. Heading directly to the store, the Sheriff occasionally
looked in his mirror to make sure that Ed was following. He
pulled into the parking lot of the Sporting Goods Store and
watched as Ed parked his car. He rolled down his window and
called out, "Remember, after you are done here, go home. I'd hate
to have to arrest you."

The look on Ed's face was priceless. He'd see him in ten days and
explain his amusement then. Driving off, he headed to the office
to let John know that the had sent him on his way home.

Catherine waited by the counter to meet the next servant of the
Gods and Goddesses. It amazed her that the store was always empty
when someone came out of the clearing. This was the first time
that she actually had an idea who was coming. John had called and
said that believed that his future husband had gone to the
clearing. It had amused her when he had asked her to send him
home.

 A man entered the store and looked around. Once he spotted her,
he asked, "Are you Catherine?"

Nodding, she looked at Ed carefully for a minute. This was an
unusual servant in the sense that he looked like a cowboy.
Usually they had hippie looking types, free spirits, and
adventurers coming out of the clearing. Ed added, "John Carter
told me to come here."

It was necessary to follow the forms despite the fact that she
could sense the power emanating off him. She asked, "You've been
to the woods?"

"Yes."

"May I see your Medallion?" The first question often prevented
the need for the second question. Since he admitted to being in
the woods, all that was necessary was for him to demonstrate that
he had been to the clearing by showing his medallion.

Ed nodded his willingness to comply with her request and pulled
it out from under his shirt. After glancing at it, she then
walked off to an area in the back where she stored her most
recent creations. This had been the oddest item that she had ever
worked on, suggesting a mystical purpose that she didn't quite
understand. She came back with a polished mahogany box. Opening
it up, she held it out for him to look at and said, "This is a
crystal ball."

Ed looked at it. Inside was a crystal ball mounted in a beautiful
silver stand. The entire thing was a beautiful work of art. He
uttered in an awed voice, "It's beautiful."

Catherine smiled to herself at the compliment. She always was
complimented by the servants, but she had never come to accept it
as a matter of expectation. She answered, "Thank you. It is
yours."

"How much?" asked Ed wondering how he could ever afford such a
beautiful looking piece of art.

"No charge, it is how I serve the God."

Ed looked at her with understanding. He didn't know what her
ordeal had been, but he couldn't imagine that it was a great deal
of fun. He looked at the crystal ball and, "You do the God great
honor with the quality of your work."

Catherine smiled as she stated, "Thank you again. Now John called
and said you were to get home."

Ed groaned, said his good byes, and took the box with the crystal
ball to his truck. After the number of people that had told him
to get home, he dreaded the long drive. It was late in the day
and would be very late by the time he arrived at home. He hoped
that he would be able to sneak into the house without causing a
scene. Of course, odds were that John would know when to expect
him.

John watched for Ed from the parapet on top of the family house,
wondering if Ed was going to chicken out and stay the night in
his house. He decided that it would depend on the degree to which
Ed had been changed. It was his hope that the changes were
simple, but he feared that Ed had approached the Gods and
Goddesses in a less than friendly manner. There was no telling
how they would make him pay for presumption.

He saw the pickup turn into the street and knew Ed would be home
in a few minutes. In the hope of greeting Ed before he had a
chance to sneak into the house, John headed to the stairwell. It
took him a minute to get down the stairs. Racing to the front
door, he opened it just as Ed pulled up. John waited for Ed
looking to see what changes had occurred.

Sauntering in a relaxed manner that belied his nervousness, Ed
asked, "Were you worried about me?"

John denied it by saying, "Not really."

John's reply had a sour taste that struck Ed with a taste of
irritation. He grimaced as he said, "That's not true. You were
really worried about me."

John looked at Ed in surprise that his worries had been so
evident. He answered, "True. I wondered if you were going to live
through it. I was convinced you were going there to challenge
them."

The tone of John's words sounded sweet to his ears. At that
moment, Ed realized that he could distinguish between lies and
truth. He groaned, "I've just become a human lie detector."

Beth and Kelly entered the room. They examined Ed searching for
any physical differences such as they had seen when John got his
second medallion. Kelly noticed his eyes and said, "You're eyes
are gray now."

Even without waiting for Ed to reply, Kelly asked, "Why did you
do it?"

Even as Kelly was speaking, Beth asked, "What happened to you
there?"

John answered, "He will not tell you what happened. He decided to
do it the night they tried to assassinate me."

Ed nodded his head at John's perceptive conclusion. He said,
"You're right John. As always."

John said with laugh, "Not as always. I'm wrong quite often."

John's words had the sweetness of truth and it made Ed wonder
when he had been wrong. He asked, "So when were you wrong?"

John answered, "Oh, I expected Beth to go there."

Beth flushed and asked, "How did you know I was planning on doing
that?"

Ed stared at Beth in wonder as her response was an admission that
she had planned to do what he had done. He asked, "Why would you
do it?"

Beth answered, "I lost a lover and went crazy.  I'm not going to
stand by and lose another one. I was planning to go this time,
but you guys scheduled the wedding for this week. So I decided I
would go this winter."

Shaking his head that his plans had failed, John said, "That's
why I argued for the date that I did. I was planning to keep
everyone busy. I have to admit that Ed surprised me. He's always
covered my back and has done a great job at it."

Ed frowned at the suggestion that he had done a great job. He
countered, "Right, one time you get shot and killed. Another
time, you have to wrestle with a professional assassin in the
middle of the night. Both times, I'm not there."

Beth added, "And I'm a doctor that could do nothing but patch you
up."

With a hurt look on her face, Kelly asked, "Were you going to
take me along with you?"

Beth sheepishly answered, "I thought about it, but decided not to
do it."

"You bitch, don't you think I worry about him too?" Her feelings
were hurt that Beth would do that without her.

Beth answered, "I know you worry about him too. I was afraid of
what would happen to you there."

Ed emphatically said, "Neither of you will go there. You have no
idea what it is like."

Knowing that neither he nor Ed would want to discuss what it was
like, John felt a need to change the subject. He said, "Ed, you
need some tender loving care tonight. Don't you?"

As far as Ed was concerned, the sex that followed was one of the
best sessions that the four of them had together. He knew the
reason for that. They had all come together to support him in
what they thought might be a difficult transformation. It hadn't
been that difficult, but it was so nice to know that they cared.

Ed woke, naked on the floor of the playroom, finding himself
alone with Kelly. John and Beth were early risers. If given the
chance, Kelly would sleep late, but once she was awake she was
alert. Mornings for Ed were a struggle. Even though he could
function, it was as though everything was a fog. His mental
processes were slow and his coordination almost non-existent.
Staring at Kelly for several minutes, an idea was slowly forming.
If he left, she would be alone in sleeping on the floor. That
wouldn't be very nice.

Shaking Kelly gently to wake her, he yawned with a barely
suppressed roar. The yawn was more effective in waking her than
his shaking. Kelly rolled over and looked at him cheerfully as
she said, "Good morning."

He mumbled, "Morning. Any idea where we get coffee in this
place?"

Laughing at the amazing morning Ed, Kelly grabbed his hand and
led him out of the playroom. As they walked, she said, "We've
been using the second kitchen for breakfast around here. There
should be some coffee made already."

Stumbling behind Kelly, the idea that a fresh cup of coffee was
just a few steps distant finally registered. He mumbled, "Good."

She poured him a cup of coffee and watched as he drank it. With
each sip, he sat up straighter and moved better. After the first
refill, he said, "I used to think that I was so slow in the
mornings because I was hung over. After not drinking for so long,
I know that isn't the reason."

Kelly realized that this was the first time in a long time that
Ed had talked about his days drinking and the change that
occurred since he quit drinking. It was interesting that his less
than alert morning manner was one of the things that hadn't
changed. She said, "I guess that just means that you aren't a
morning person." <1st attachment end>


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