Dr Levin gazed reflectively out the window of her plane at the Virginia countryside below as it took off from Dulles Airport, reflecting on the most intriguing patient she had ever known in her brilliant career. She had developed many new techniques in the psycological field, and had just published a second best-selling book prior to being appointed by the President to psychoanalyze a very unique patient for an undisclosed Task Force for The National Security Agency department of the White House. But Alex had been more unique than in her unusual manner of being transgendered, there was a powerful magnetism to her that Dr Levin had found on a few occasions to be impossible to resist. This was her first patient that she could not detach herself from emotionally and professionally, and she wanted so much to see her again after she was released from the base in Nevada. Julie remembered the first time she introduced herself to Alex, and feeling again that electric feeling she got when she first saw those flashing brilliant green eyes, the beautiful long brown hair which looked like it was cared for professionally, the perfectly proportioned face and body, and most of all the seductive smile she had shown her. She had spent extra time with Alex, talking to her like a big sister late into the night, holding her when she was afraid or needed a shoulder to cry on, and watching her grow daily into psychological womanhood. She had given Alex some fashion and etiquette advice, and remembered the feeling she got when she showed her how to french braid her hair when it got hot out, the feel of that beautiful soft hair which most women spent a fortune to try to get but never did. It was one of these times when Julie was brushing Alex's hair when it happened, when Julie's hands had lingered for just a second too long on Alex's shoulders, when Alex reached up with both hands to hold Julie's, pulled her hands closer and turned her head back and looked at Julie with those green eyes looking at her seductively through half closed lids, and saw the passion in Julie's eyes which she couldnt hide from Alex. She couldnt resist when Alex reached over to gently run her hand along her face, and then drew up to her in the most passionate kiss she had ever felt. She felt chills all down her back and moaned involuntarily and made a soft protest, but Alex knew she had her. "You're beautiful too, Julie you don't look anywhere near 38" she whispered into her ear. Alex arched her back and tilted her head as she opened her nightgown, exposing the perfect breasts which stood from her chest with just the right firmness without looking fake. Julie ran her hands over Alex's breasts almost without thinking, as she felt her blouse being unbuttoned, and felt Alex's delicate fingers undoing her bra and running gently across her nipples. Julie was losing all control by then, as Alex removed both their tops, and leaned Julie back and kissed her lips, neck, and nipples, with Julie coming to her first orgasm as she felt Alex's soft hair running along her body. Alex kissed her along her stomach, working her way down and running her nails lightly up her thighs, as she effortlessly removed Julie's skirt and panties, and kissed around her thighs and pelvis, finally running her tongue along her pussy lips and tickling her clitoris until Julie almost passed out with her second, more powerful orgasm. She came down from that with a totally relaxed and peaceful feeling she had never been able to get through any relaxation techniques, and her and Alex gently kissed and touched each other as they fell asleep together in a soft embrace. Julie came back to reality on the plane as she found herself involuntarily running her hands along her arms and legs. She thought of other things to go over with Alex before letting her go, all the details of the paperwork on her new identity, and when she picked up her luggage and rental car at the airport in Las Vegas, she headed not to Nellis Air Force Base, but to the Luxor Casino to make reservations for 2 rooms, and then to one of the best stores in town to buy going away presents for that patient that she found it impossible to see in an entirely professional manner. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------- At that same time, 200 miles away driving home from Los Angeles on the 10 freeway was Mike Mendoza, excited about the results his chemist friend at UCLA had found on the shoes that he had worn that morning when he found Alex's car in the desert. The sand and soil still in tiny portions in his shoes had shown evidence of being heated to a degree to change the sand into glass, and radioactive particles were still in there also, being inconsistent with the surrounding soil in the region, and no nuclear waste dumps were in the area. He finally knew for himself at least that he was not hallucinating about the lights he had occasionally seen in the desert at night, or the fading of the paint on the Porsche he had found, and knew that the story concocted by the FBI was a cover-up, and that maybe that wild story that had caused a brief sensation about that topless dancer who claimed to be the new and altered version of missing writer Alex Dell might not be so wild after all. He was going to take this lab report with the shoes and call the reporter who had caused him so many problems on the job and in his daily life when he had claimed that very unusual and unnatural signs were found at the spot Dell had disappeared. The reporter had used his name in the story, and Mike knew that from that point on, any hope of promotion within the ranks of the Highway Patrol had evaporated. Mike had seen on a news magazine show that the reporter was going to write a book about this case, and he figured that if he provided that reporter with the evidence, then maybe something big would break, and the bad mark on his personnel file would go away. --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------