Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2006 01:20:21 -0500
From: Jennifer Elizabeth <yim4you@hotmail.com>
Subject: The devil's in the details Parts 1-4   TG

The following story is intended for adult eyes only. If you are not at
least 18, or are not supposed to be reading this, scram. This is a work of
fiction, though I wish it were true.

The devil is in the details...part 1 of 5

Sunny and 70 are not usually the words used to describe the weather in St.
Louis in January.  Yet here it was, a beautiful Tuesday afternoon and I
wasn't going to waste it hanging around my apartment. No...today was going
to be fun. You see, I am a crossdresser...or at least I think I am. It
might run deeper than that, but I have never taken the initiative to talk
with any sort of professional about my feelings or desires to be a woman.
Being 26, and pretty much entrenched in my job and family life, I have just
come to accept that things will never go beyond crossdressing.

I knew when I was 13 that I didn't feel right in my body. I was a small
guy...still am. At 5'7" and 130 pounds, I don't exactly make the most
impressive picture of masculinity. But then, I never really wanted to. I
started dressing in my younger sister's clothes at 15, and haven't stopped
since.

At 21, I moved into my own apartment and tried the whole dating and
relationship thing.  I have had a few girlfriends along the way, and slept
with a half dozen or so of them. But, I have never felt right in doing
so. I guess you could say I was in a state of flux then, not really knowing
what I wanted. I did know that I came from a rather large family, and was
extremely careful not to let my crossdressing secret out.

Over the years after I moved out from my parents, I became more and more
adept at my cross- dressing. Being able to scour the internet for tips and
products was a God-send. Not only had I become passable as a woman, but I
was able to completely blend in. I mean, it's one thing to go to a gay or
TG bar and dress as a woman...everyone there knows your a "dresser". It's
another to be able to shop, travel, and just enjoy everyday life as a woman
and not get strange looks from people around you. That was how good I could
dress and blend in.

Unfortunately for me, I also had a "regular life" as a man, so dressing
wasn't something I could do with regularity. You see, dressing for me had
become an artform almost. If I couldn't do it right, I didn't want to do
it. And for me, doing it right meant waxing my legs, back, arms, even
shaping my eyebrows. This meant that I would have to hide myself and my
waxing from my co-workers. Can't run around with shaved legs in the summer
time when you work outdoors. It gets hot in St. Louis in the summer. Don't
want to have to wear long pants to the family BBQ on the fourth of
July. This meant that most of my dressing days occurred in the winter time,
when I could hide my shaved arms and legs under long clothing.

Which brings me back to that wonderful Tuesday in January. Here it was, an
incredible day out and I was going to dress the part and get out amongst
the people and enjoy the day as a woman. My day would start as a
businesswoman. After applying my makeup and brown wig, I dressed in a white
blouse, light blue blazer and matching knee length skirt. The two inch
heels rounded out the ensemble. A Dab of Christiam Dior and I was off to
downtown St. Louis.

I found the CitiCorp building on Jefferson an attractive spot to stop. 20
stories high, there would be a number of people working and milling
about. Just the place to start to blend in.  Pulling up to the garage, I
extended my perfectly manicured french tipped nails to push the ticket
button to enter the garage. Upon receiving my ticket, the gate moved upward
and I proceeded forward. The parking attendant extended me a tip of the cap
and a "Thank you, Ma'am" as I entered. I found a spot on the third floor of
the garage. and parked. Exiting the car, I made my way to the stairs to the
lobby entrance. The clicking of my heels on the concrete would soon be
followed by the same clicking on the marble floor of the lobby.  I'm not
sure why, but that was the sound I always loved to hear. It was something
of a reassurance that I was supposed to be this person, a woman, living a
normal woman life.

But that's not why I came here. I was going to be someone's fantasy in the
next ten minutes.  Spying the bank of elevators, I moved quickly towards
them. Pressing the 'UP" button, I stood and waited. The doors opened and an
empty car awaited me. Steppping in, the doors slid shut behind me. The car
rose from floor to floor, picking people up and letting them off. Me...I
was waiting for someone. I didn't know who or when, I just knew I would
know' him when I saw him. Riding down from the 16th floor, I was partaking
in some small talk with a couple of other women. A 30 something woman asked
me where I got my nails done.  After telling her the salon, she thanked me
and the group of them exited the elevator.  As the door was closing, a hand
reached in and stopped the doors from closing. As the doors opened again to
let the stranger in, I was now in the company of a incredibly good-looking
man. Maybe 35-40, 6' and 200 lbs.

Even though I am a genetic man, standing there as a woman, I felt a
weakness in my legs, my heart started to beat faster. This was the guy I
was looking for. This was why I wanted to be a woman. No woman ever makes
me feel like I did in this man's presence, if that makes any sense. A quick
glance revealed no rings on his fingers....perfect!

"Glad I didn't miss the elevator" he said, as he looked me over. "You work
in the building, or just visiting?"

"Just visiting." I said, giving him a sly look out of the corner of my
eyes, not quite facing him.

"Didn't think I recognized you. I think I know pretty much everyone from
the 4th floor up" he said.

This time I said nothing. Instead, I let an awkward silence come over
us. As most people do, he just assumed that I wasn't interested in small
talk and instead, turned and faced the closed elevator doors waiting for
his floor to arrive. I knew I had to act quick, as you don't get a whole
lot of alone time on an elevator. I again glanced over at him, giving him
another little mischievious grin and batted my eyes.

"What??!" he said half laughing. "Why did you look at me like that" he
asked.

I glanced over at the control panel, then looked back at him, smiling. He
still looked at me with bewilderment. Reaching back to the control panel, I
pushed the STOP button, bringing the car to a screeching halt that knocked
us both a little off balance.

"What are you...." he started to say as I turned and faced him. I closed
the small distance between us and threw my arms around his shoulders.

"Oh...hellllooooo" he said, maybe finally realizing what I had in mind.
Running my fingers through the back of his hair, I pulled him closer to
me. Our lips met and a shiver ran down my spine. After a quick touch he
pulled away slightly, then came back to me.  What started as a soft peck
quickly became a forceful and passionate exchange. I opened my mouth to let
him explore me with his tongue. Oh how I loved this feeling, but time is
wasting. I slid my right hand down to his now awakening
package. Unbuttoning his pants, and undoing his zipper, I got my hands on
him.

"YOu don't waste any time" he said

"Shhhhhh" I said holding my index finger to my mouth. I looked him in the
eye, and held that look as I decended down his chest to his erect
manhood. A tiny glistening of precum had accumulated on the tip of his
penis. With a quick lick, I got a taste of what was to come.  His knees
buckled a bit, but he regained his composure. I began to lick around his
shaft while carressing his boys ever so gently. His head tilted back and
his eyes closed. He was mine now.

I worked my tongue back to the head of his penis. MOre juices were flowing
out the tip.  Swirling my tongue around the tip I finally took the plunge
and took him completely into my mouth. Again my victim buckled at the knees
and leaned back against the wall of the elevator. With my free hands, I
reached around him and grabbed his butt, all but encouraging him to fuck my
face. He got the idea and slowly made thrusting motions, each time burying
his cock down my throat a little further. This was heaven! Each time he
would pull out from my throat, I would give him a little moan, pressing my
tongue onto his cock, and in he would push again. His thrusting became more
feverish and I knew I was getting him where I wanted.

"Cum in my mouth.... I want every drop" I said during a brief moment when
he wasn't pounding my face.

"As you wish" he said. It took about 5 more thrusts and I felt his ass
tighten up. With a low moan, he made one final thrust deep into the back of
my mouth. Cum came shooting out and I let it fill my mouth. I wanted to
savor the taste while keeping his shaft inside me.  Swallowing a little at
a time while continuing to tease the underside of his penis with my tongue,
I slowly cleaned him all up, finally letting his cock leave my mouth. With
a few final licks, I placed his beautiful, now limp, member back into his
shorts.  I placed his boxers back up, zipped him up and re-buttoned his
pants. After pressing the RESUME button, I assumed my position next to him
as we awaited for the lobby to arrive.  Neither of us said a word.

The doors opened revealing the lobby, where I would exit. As I stepped out,
I turned to my anonymous lover, still inside the car. I smiled and winked
at him. He shot a smile back.

"Do I at least get to know your name?" he asked as the door was closing.

I shook my head no as the two steel doors came together. But for what it's
worth, I like to go by Jennifer, I thought to myself. My reflection in the
doors was one of satisfaction. But I had bigger fish to fry. I turned and
made my way to the parking garage, with that familiar clicking of my
heels. I was feeling more like a woman today than I had ever, but little
did I know what was in store for me later. As they say, be careful what you
wish for.

Part 2 of 5

Making my way back home, I drove down I-66. I always seemed to grab the
attention of the occasional truck driver who could see into my tiny
convertible. Perverts.  But who am I to talk...I just blew a stranger in an
elevator. But I guess I loved the attention they gave me anyway. Just
another part of being a woman....getting the occasional unwanted attention.
My plan was to go back home and change for a drive in the countryside. You
can drive about 45 minutes outside St. Louis and come into some real nice
countryside.  I wanted to put the top down and let my hair blow in the
wind, and this was the perfect day to do it.

Upon getting home, I decided to go for a more casual look. I had a pair of
size 6 stretch jeans that really made my ass look great. Lucky me, I had a
great female shape there. No padding was needed. I used a waist cincher to
give me a more hourglass figure, and of course, a pair of detachable
breasts, but otherwise it was all me. I could only imagine how good I would
look if I ever decided to go the hormone route. In any event, I wore the
stretch pants, a soft pink camisole and decided to go blonde. Unlike my
brown wig, I loved the blonde.  Very passable, almost real to me. It was
almost waist long down my back and i was looking forward to feeling the
hair blow all around me when I took the top down.

Leaving home again, I took off west towards Jefferson county. Highway 100
is a great place to put the top down and drive without the worry of too
many people. I actually decided to go braless as well. The top I wore was
tight around me, giving the hint of cleavage, but you could never tell what
was underneath wasn't real. Having my shoulders all but exposed in the open
was always a welcome feeling when dressed. Arriving outside the hustle and
bustle of the city was welcome. I pulled over and pressed the button to
lower the convertible top. As it recoiled above me, I felt the warmth of
the sun on my face and shoulders. There was an occasional car passing
by. but for the most part it was just me by myself. A little alone time as
a woman. Picking up speed, the wind started to whip my blonde locks
around. My hoop earrings also jostled about a little, but the wind wasn't
so severe that I was distracted.

I started thinking about how I felt at that moment. How peaceful I was. I
wondered how my family would react if I told them about how I felt. Would
it be so bad? What about all my friends and co-workers? Would they accept
that I wanted to be a woman? Could I transition without losing everything I
had worked for? I know that I had a deep desire to be a parent.  Not
adoption, but a biological parent. With sex change, that wouldn't be
possible. Oh, I could store some sperm and have it used invitro with
another egg donor and then have that planted into some other woman to have
a "biological child", but that's not what I was looking for. No...I wanted
my experience of parenthood to be much more personal than that. And in this
lifetime, that would only happen as a man.

The problem with daydreaming like that is you don't pay a whole lot of
attention to the road.  I should have been. With the wind and the sun, and
feeling so feminine at that point, I almost didn't see the deer in the road
ahead of me. As reality snapped back into me, I pulled the steering wheel
hard left and slammed my foot on the brakes. Now sliding sideways, I felt
the car come up off the roadway. I was going to flip. All I remember was
just one little blip of time where I seemed to be airborne. No control, no
power, no feeling...nothing. Then lights out.

I came to, laying in a grassy area. My first thought was not to move. I
might have been seriously injured and didn't want to compound
problems. Slowly I took inventory of my body.  Wiggling my toes
first....they are O.K. Now my legs....everything fine so far. Pushing my
arms against the ground caused no pain either. Pushing myself off my
stomach and rolling into a seated position, I was amazed that I wasn't
seemingly injured at all. I pulled the blonde hair off my face and saw my
car. Rolled onto its side, it was wedged up against a tree, the
undercarriage facing me. Turning the other way, the road I was just on was
some 50 yards away.  This was bad. "Oh crap" I thought to myself. Clearing
my head, I remebered that I always kept a change of male clothes in my
trunk, should I ever need them. And boy was I gonna need them now. As I
started to my feet a voice called out from an outcropping of rocks to my
left.

"Need any help there....." it cackled and continued "....Jennifer!!!"

Hearing my female persona name called out like that stopped me in my
tracks.  Turning, I saw a man of 50 or 60, dressed smartly in a black
tuxedo complete with top hat.  Hardly the attire of a farmer or country
boy. I didn't know who he was, but I knew I was busted. How was I going to
get out of this.

Part 3 of 5

"I had a wreck" was all I could muster to say.

"Well now isn't THAT obvious" the man said, making his way off the
outcropping of rocks he was perched on. "Do I call you Jennifer, or is
Jenny allright?" he asked.

"Je...Jenny is fine.....how....how do you know my name?" I stammered.

"Well Jenny.....I meet a lot of people in this here area, but I've got to
admit, you're a first for me." He said as he came up next to me. "But
none-the-less, I think I can help you out if you would like me too. Would
you like my help...Jenny"

"Sure." I answered. "Could you help me try to right my car back onto it's
wheels. I don't know if it's driveable or not, but at least I could get
into my trunk....I really need to get into my trunk."

He laughed. I know it wouldn't have been the easiest thing to do, But I
really thought the two of us could push the car back onto it's wheels
without too much of a problem. Yet he just laughed, almost in a sinister
way.

"I don't think you understood what I was asking you, Jenny." He said. " I
meant, can I help you with your problem."

I still didn't understand him. My problem was I was dressed as a woman,
just flipped my car and would like to get into some other attire before
someone else sees me.  That was the only problem I understood at the time.

"I guess not....I'll just do it myself. Wouldn't want you to mess up your
nice suit anyway" I said turning to make my way to my car.

"Oh....now Jenny, I don't think you be wanting to go over there to that
car, you might not like what you find." the stranger said, in a slow
southern drawl.

"Whatever" I said waving him off. I didn't need that old weirdo's help
anyway. I could do this without him. How hard could it be anyway. I figured
I could rock it back and forth a little to get it going. Then one good push
to get it on its wheels...no problem.

Arriving at the car, I made my way around to the topside of the car that
was facing away from me. One good push should do it I thought. That's when
I noticed a body.  Facing down, with the feet trapped up underneath the
steering wheel. Blonde hair waving ever so gently in the breeze. Pink
camisole and stretch jeans, and one dis-lodged breast form laying against
the passenger door. Blood everywhere.

IT WAS ME!

"Told you, you didn't want to see that Jenny" the stranger said from right
next to me, appearing as if out of nowhere.

"Wha...what's going on here?" I asked, now clearly frightened. "Who's
that?....who am I?..  what's going on? And who ARE you?"

Again he laughed. His amusement of my situation was starting to really piss
me off.

"Oh, I think you've heard of me, Jenny." He said as he smiled. A smile so
wide I swear every one of his teeth showed. " You see, I been doing
business on this stretch of highway for a number of years now, but I
usually don't run across someone needing your kind of help. But to try to
answer your questions...what's going on here is that you just rolled your
car 13 times down this embankment. That person in the car is YOU. The
person I am looking at and talking to is also, YOU. What's going on
is....YOU DEAD, or so it would seem.  And who am I?" he said finishing up,"
I'm the guy that can help you out of your little mess."

The dumbfounded look on my face must have been funny to him, because he
just started laughing again.

"I'm dead." I muttered, almost asking rather than saying it.

"Well of course you are silly woman." He laughed. "NObody rolls their car
thirteen times down this hill and lives. Geez, I think you hit your head on
the pavement up there, those rocks over there, the steering wheel, the
windshield...I'm surprised you even stayed in the car.  I bet you brain is
scrambled eggs in there. Suddenly he turned serious. "NOw listen to me
again because I'm not going to say this again. I know you ain't no woman,
but I know you have always wanted to be one. You were just thinking about
it as you were driving down this here road. Now look at you." he pointed to
my dead body in the car.  "All dressed up just waiting for family and
friends to find you. This will be how they all remember you...do you really
want that? I'll tell you again, I can help you. And don't play me like you
don't know who I am."

He was right. I was beginning to understand. The reality was setting in
that I was, in fact, dead there in the car. I must have been in some sort
of limbo state. Not sure of my next move, he continued talking.

"Now here's the deal....you want to be a woman, I can arrange that. I can
right that car and put the both of you back onto that highway like nothing
happened...not a scratch on you or the car. But I need an answer
now....times a-wastin'. You see, in a little over two minutes, a pickup
truck is going to come around that corner there, and the couple in the
truck are going to see your car there and come to your aid. Of course,
they'll be too late.  Bottom line is, once they see your car, I'm powerless
to help you. So, what's it going to be?"

He folded his arms and looked at me with a wicked grin. A million questions
came to my mind.  Did I want to make a "deal" with him? Or did I want my
family to see me like this?

No, I couldn't make a deal...wouldn't make a deal. I knew who he was and
wasn't going to sell my soul for a deal.

"No." I said, although not real convincingly. I had to admit, the thought
was tantalizing.

"Oh...." he said unimpressed. "Let me show you what you might be missing."

He snapped a finger and suddenly I was there naked in front of him. Except
I was no lomger a man. My feet had shrunk two sizes, my hips flaired out
and my breasts....my breasts were real. I reached to touch them, not sure
of what to expect. No longer something attached with adhesives, they were
smooth...perky and firm. My large nipples standing out in the cool
breeze. I pinched them and the feeling was electric, sending a shockwave
through my now female body.

"You think that feels good, try this on for size." he said. With that, he
snapped his finger again and I suddenly felt a rush of heat and a wetness
between my legs. My manhood was gone, replaced by the soft folds and slit
of my new vagina. I wasn't sure what he was doing to me, but it felt
great. The burning was building ever more quickly in my body.

"Touch it" he all but commanded me.

I complied. Slowly feeling my way through the soft folds surrounded by my
perfectly groomed blonde bush. One finger...then two. Using my thumb and
middle finger, I parted my fleshy lips and inserted my index finger into my
dripping love canal. The feeling was so intense, I had to drop to my knees
I was so weak, but still I probed inward. I sent another finger into myself
deeper this time. I found that bundle of nerves that sent my head spinning
so bad I had to close my eyes. The shockwave from that sent me sprawling to
the ground. On my back with my legs high in the air, I was jamming my
fingers in and out furiously.  I needed a release so badly, I was
litterally screaming with anticipation. Suddenly it happened. With my hips
bucking wildly, I pulled my fingers out. I screamed out as the burning in
me turned into a tingling wave that rushed from my drenced pussy to my head
and toes. Wave after wave it came.  It seemed like there were 15 to 20
waves....each one diminishing a little until I was completely spent. Laying
there in the grass, I was at once exhausted, content, happy and utterly
unable to get up. Completely spent, I finally opened my eyes.  Standing
there was the tuxedo-clad man.

"You have one minute to decide."

Part 4 of 5

The questions came quickly.

"Will my friends and family know me?" I asked

"They will only know you as Jenny...they have always known you as Jenny.
Only you retain any memory of your male self." he answered. "Everything
about your first 26 years will be reflected as though you were always a
woman. I will give you memories of your first kiss, your high school years,
your first period, being on the cheerleading team.  Everything. But you
will also retain memories of your former male self just long enough to help
you get used to your new body and self. The only memory I can't give you is
your first time with a man. You are for all intents and purposes, a
virgin."

"Am I really a woman...can I have kids....is this the body I get to keep?"

"Yes...yes...and yes" he answered. Again he snapped his fingers and a full
length mirror appeared in front of me. "Do you like what you see?"

Staring back at me was the hottest blonde I had ever laid eyes on....and it
was really me.  I had explored myself earlier, but now seeing the entire
package in front of me was incredible.  My face had softened, my nose
smaller, my lips full and pouty. My brows perfectly arched and much lighter
in shade matching my now real flowing blonde hair. My waste had shrunk to a
very tight and sexy 25 inches, my stomach firm and defined. My hips swelled
out to 36 inches. And though I liked my ass as a man, Jenny's ass was to
die for...round and soft, with a small butterfly tattoo on the small of my
back. I wasn't just hot. I was smokin' hot.

Then it occurred to me. "What do you get out of this?" I asked, already
knowing the answer.

He smiled that big smile again and looked me up and down.

"You know what? I like you and as I said, you're not my usual customer, so
to speak. So here's the deal....I mentioned you are a virgin. No man has
ever penetrated you. If you can keep that tight little pussy of yours under
wraps for the next 30 days, not allowing any man inside you in any way,
then your new body, your new life....it's all yours to live out happily
ever after.  You owe me nothing! Should any man get himself inside you
before that....well, you know what I get out of this. But I actually have
faith in you that you can do this, so I do ask one thing of you. No matter
the outcome of the 30 days, you must spread the word of what I can do here.
I see a whole new customer base here. And I think I am going to be seeing a
lot of new faces, with your help of course. You're down to 8 seconds
left...do we have a deal?"

I quickly thought to myself.....dead and shamed, or, 26 years old...a
knockout blonde with my whole life ahead of me, still have my career, my
car, my money, my family and friends...  I just can't have sex with a man
for 30 days.

"Deal" I said with 2 seconds to spare.

"Done" he replied.

Driving along I noticed a deer in the road. I stopped and the animal slowly
crossed in front of my car, disappearing into a wooded section by the
highway. A pickup truck behind me honked its horn. Suddenly I felt dazed,
even a little confused. I pulled to the side of the road, feeling a little
dizzy. The pickup pulled alongside and an elderly woman leaned out.

"You allright, sweetie?" she asked me.

"Yeah...I'm fine." I said back to her. Funny, I thought. I usually had to
really try to speak in a feminine voice, but now it was naturally feminine.

"well, you be careful out here, there are a lot of deer running around here
this time of year." She said as the couple drove off.

"Thank you." I called out after them. Still feeling a little dizzy, I put
my head into my hands. Almost immediately, I realized that something was
different. My face was smaller, my hands smaller. Grabbing the rear view
mirror, I turned it to reveal my newly female face. That's when I realized
the events of the last 5 minutes or so were real.  Everything about my
conversation with the stranger came flooding back to me, instantly.  I
actually grabbed and squeezed my tits to be certain they were real.
Undoing my seatbelt, I slid my hand down my pants to find my soft love
mound still there...real as ever.

It was true....I was now Jenny. But was everything else about my new life,
that the stranger promised, real? The next 30 days were going to be real
strange. I turned my car around and headed home. Upon arriving, I quickly
locked my car and headed to my 3rd floor apartment.  Opening the door, I
realized this was for real. My apartment, once a drab bachelor pad of
sorts, had transformed into quite the fashionable place. Lots of pastels
and pinks, very bright and coordinated. Pictures of me....that is Jenny,
with a number of friends, family and the sort. The kind of things my male
self never would have around.  Entering my bedroom, I opened my closets to
reveal clothes....and lots of them. Every imagineable outfit, skirt,
blouse, pants and camisoles, tube tops and shorts...sandles, and
shoes....Oh my were there shoes everywhere.

Opening a dresser drawer revealed bras and panties of every color. Thongs
and regular panties, strapless bras and matching sets. Another drawer
contained a light blue teddy set and stockings galore. My bed, once a
headboard and a mattress, was now a canopy style bed decked out with white
satin sheets with a lace trim and a feather soft down comforter.  Driving
home, I couldn't wait to get my clothes off and look over my new body
again. I kicked off my shoes and all but tore off my pants and pink
camisole. Looking in the mirror on my dresser, there I was again.  I
couldn't believe how beautiful I was. Slowly, I slid my hands across my
body again. Every- thing was real. It set in to me that I was now Jenny. I
launced myself onto my bed, bouncing up slightly as I hit. I was
giggling...giddy with anticipation of what my life was now going to be
like. I was a girl.....finally....it was really happening to me.  Periods,
pregnancy, doing my hair, my nails, shopping... I couldn't wait. And
sex. Sex with a man. If my episode with the stranger was any indication,
well, I just couldn't wait.

Suddenly I thought to myself, Do I have a boyfriend? Of course I do....his
name is Mark, he's 28, a mortgage lender with sandy blonde hair and
piercing blue eyes who completely supports my decision to not have sex with
him until I am sure he is the man I want to spend the rest of my life with.

Huh? Wow, the stranger was right. Suddenly I was remembering events of a
life that I hadn't really lived, yet the memories of them were very vivid
to me. So much so that I began to question which life was real. Knowing
that the stranger had made all this happen, I decided that when these
little events happened, I would err to the side of my Jennifer memory. I
think it would just be easier that way.

Laying there naked on the bed, I rolled over to look at a picture of Mark
and me. Smiling together cheek to cheek, he was every girls dream. I felt
bad about making him wait to have me, but he was very supportive. It was a
good thing he wasn't here right now I thought. In my altered, and somewhat
horny state of mind, I might have jumped him right then and there. But then
the words of the stranger came back to me. 30 Days this body is off limits
to him. I can't take a chance. Jumping up off the bed, I grabbed a desktop
calender and marked off 30 days.The 30th day I marked off was Thursday
February 13, meaning on Friday February 14th, I was free to have
Mark. Valentine's Day...how perfect was that? Until then, I would have to
find other ways to please myself.

Part 5 of 5...Thursday Feb 13, to be comming soon....

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