Author: Spunk N. Wagnels Title: (SNW) Not With My Daughter! 29 Part: 29 Universe: Not With My Daughter! Saga Summary: Marnie and and her sister-in-law work on a plan to ease the humiliating grip of their tormentor while Brenda gets tricked by a neighbor while babysitting. Keywords: exhibition, humiliation, forced nudity, nc The following is adult fiction intended for legally mature adults to view at their discretion where and when it is legal to do so. Similarity to persons, living or dead is coincidence. All rights are reserved by the author. Permission is granted to archive in places where adults can legally view it free of charge, and as long as no words are changed, including this disclaimer. This is a continuation of a story, "Not With My Daughter!" & "Not With My Daughter!, Parts 2-28" which can be found at "Spunk's Place" (See at bottom) Not With My Daughter! Part 29 by Spunk N. Wagnels Friday morning Sally was still at Marnie and Roger's house. I'm going to have to go back home today. Ron isn't going to understand me staying here any longer." She told Marnie over coffee. "Are you feeling better?" Marnie asked fishing for both mental and physical well being. "I still feel disgusting and humiliated. The soreness is going and if the other evening wasn't such a fresh memory, I think I'd say, . . . well, we're like sisters right?" She asked Marnie for reassurance. "Sally, you know you can tell me anything." Marnie replied. "Well, if I wasn't so repulsed by the events of the other night, I'd have to say . . . I'm horny." "I know what you mean. All that action down there makes me horny afterwards too." "What do you do about it? If you don't mind my asking." "I definitely put a smile on Roger's face, that's for damn sure." "I don't think I can face Ron. Not after being fucked by all of those cocks. I feel like I've betrayed him." "Nonsense, you didn't willfully go in search of cock, it was forced upon you." "But, there were moments when I actually enjoyed it." "You have nothing to be ashamed of really. That was a natural bodily response to stimulation. You didn't intend for it to happen and there was nothing you could have done to stop it, . . . well, except . . ." "Except what?" "Well, except not telling that prickhead Larcher about Betty right off." "Betty, oh yeah. We have to try to warn her again today." Sally said somewhat animated. "We'll try it again this morning, not like it will make any difference. He is going to do what he is going to do. I don't see how we are going to stop him." Marnie said, getting up for a refill of coffee. "You, me and Betty need to get together and talk about this. We need to come up with a plan." "I think we should throw in Barb then too." Marnie added. "Barb? She? Oh no, this guy is heinous. Well, the more heads working on this the better. Strength in numbers." "Come to think of it, everybody on that video from Roger's party is in jeopardy with Larcher. We should probably get everyone in on this." Marnie added. "It's so embarrassing already, what if we just start with the four of us." Sally offered. "Okay, I'd be anxious to see what we can come up with." Later that day Betty and Barb joined them at Marnie's house. When Sally told them what happened to her, they were in shock. Betty was more panicked. "What are we going to do?" She said shaking. "We have to take his power away, but how?" Sally questioned. "What he has over us is embarrassing and could ruin our lives if he discloses it to someone we know. All we have to do is to trump that by telling them first." Barb said. "That might be okay for you gals, but I've had too much history with that blackmailing SOB. Roger would never understand." Marnie complained. "It's really the same for all of us, just a matter of degrees. And, we have to do something definitive before he gets his hands on Betty." Sally said. "I could never tell Roger, unless he had something similar to disclose to me. He is so trusting and loving, it could never be the same between us if he ever knew what I have gone through with this man." Marnie said. "Marn, it may be that you are underestimating him, but maybe there is a way we can lay some groundwork before we tell the boys." Barbara suggested. "Like what do you mean?" Betty asked. "Well, like arranging for them to run into the face of temptation and having something they need to disclose to us first." Barbara offered. "You mean like entrapment?" Marnie asked. "Exactly. It's just a matter of what." Barbara answered. "Devilish idea." Sally said, perking up. "Well, do you mean like seducing each other's spouses?" Betty asked. "Do I detect a bit of wishful thinking?" Marnie accused, causing Betty to look down embarrassed. "Well, what then?" Betty said in her defense. "This might call for professionals." Marnie said. "Professionals?" Sally asked with curiosity. "Well, I met this professional hooker once. Don't ask me how, but maybe if I were to locate her, she might have some ideas." Marnie offered. "I'm coming along." Sally said. "Me too." Barbara and Betty both added. With all four of them in Sally's car, they went to the redder part of town and cruised looking for Marnie's contact. They went up and down the main drag for nearly half an hour until Marnie had Sally pull over to talk to a pair of hookers. "Sorry ladies," one of them said, "not our thing." "No, I just wanted to know if you knew where I could find Ginger?" Marnie asked. "You know Ginger? Who are you broads? You're not dressed like you're moving in around here. Well, she is working a trick, but I expect her in her spot shortly. Do you know where that is Honey?" The hooker challenged. "Ah, yes. Thank you." Marnie said. "You do?" Sally asked. "Never mind. Let's park over there and plan this out." Marnie directed. When she spotted Ginger back on the street, straightening her working clothes, she said, "Wait here. I'll be right back." "How do you suppose Marnie knows this hooker?" Sally asked the others, as they all watched Marnie walk up to Ginger to talk. After several minutes of conversation, that looked like bargaining, Marnie returned to the car with Ginger. Everyone this is Ginger. She has agreed to take the assignment but it will cost us, naturally, to have these services performed. We are going to have to pool some cash." Marnie advised. "Like how much do you mean, Marn?" Barbara asked. "Well, these professional services don't come cheap, you know, so it is going to be about $400.00 a piece, and we'll have to come up with half of that now, I'm afraid." Marnie said. Betty motioned her in close. "You're asking us to fork over $200.00 right now to a total stranger, with the idea that she'll fix it so our husbands will have something embarrassing they have to say to us, so we can say what we have to say to them and be even?" "I trust her, and I'm sure she is up to the task. We've worked out a plan. And if you don't want to endure what Sally, Barb and I have been through, we need to act fast, like this weekend." Marnie advised. "Listen to her Betty. You don't want what happened to me, to happen to you. Trust me." Sally implored. "Marn, tell Ginger, some of us need to go to a cash machine." Barbara conceded. "Ginger we'll be right back with the fee. Thank you for doing this. It's nice to see you again." Marnie said holding Ginger's forearm with affection. * * * * * Brenda skipped her lunch to check in at noon with her coach, to see how she was doing after the trials the Phaedrian cult had put her through. "Ms Lambert? Is everything okay?" She asked tentatively, peering in at the coach in her office. "Hi Brenda, fine. Thanks for asking." Ms. Lambert replied. "Was Walter any help?" "Yeah, he helped. I probably don't have to deal with those girls anymore." She said with melancholy. "That's good to hear. You don't sound too pleased with that. Did the competition go okay last night?" "I guess so. I won." Ms. Lambert said without enthusiasm. "That's great. I thought you would. Pretty embarrassing though hunh." "It is okay for some people, just not for me." Ms. Lambert revealed. "I'm glad Walter was able to come through for you." "Brenda, how well do you know Mr. Larcher?" Ms. Lambert asked. "He has helped me a lot with my modeling career, and he is fun to talk to. Why?" Brenda said. "Oh, nothing. Has he ever asked you for anything in return?" "Yeah, I have to give him fifteen percent of any jobs he gets for me, like an agent." Brenda said. "Fifteen percent hunh, and it's always just money right?" Ms. Lambert asked. "Yeah." Brenda responded suspiciously. "That's good. Well I'd better get back to work now and you'd better hurry if you're going to get any lunch. Thank you for caring." "Sure Ms. Lambert, and nice to see you back in coach clothes, although you did look hot in the other." Brenda added to make her feel better. "Brenda stop. I'll start blushing like last night. I'll see you at practice." Ms. Lambert closed the conversation with. * * * * * * Friday evening, Brenda got dropped off at the Crandel's house to baby-sit for their son Jimmy, while they went away for the weekend to celebrate their anniversary. "Hi Mr. Crandel. I'm sorry I'm early. This was the only time I could get dropped off. Want me to watch Jimmy until you and Mrs. Crandel get under way?" Brenda asked Jimmy's father who was out in the driveway working on one of his cars. "Sure Brenda, that would be a big help. I'll bet you'll find him in the den watching TV." He said. "Okay Mr. Crandel. I'll track him down." Brenda found her charge in the kitchen drawing a glass of water from the faucet. She snuck up behind him and tickled his ribs. Jimmy laughed and squealed, dropping the plastic glass into the sink. "Hi Brenda." He said when he could, "I'm going to get you for that." He said smiling threateningly. "Do you want to do something fun?" "Sure, what do you have in mind?" She responded. "How about hide and seek?" "You're gonna make me work hard this weekend, aren't you?" "You gotta count to at least '25' before you come and look. Okay?" "Okay. One. Two . . . Ready or not, here I come." Brenda did a lazy search downstairs, not wanting to find him too quickly. Then she proceeded upstairs. She checked all of the rooms except the master bedroom, not wanting to disturb Mrs. Crandel. She was beginning to feel stumped and stood at the open doorway to the master bedroom and looked in. "Oh Honey would you do my backside please?" Mrs. Crandel called out to the figure she sensed at the door. She had just stepped out of the shower and was drying her hair in front of her vanity mirror. ""Ah hum, Mrs. Crandel, it's me, Brenda. Mr. Crandel is outside working on your car." "My, you're here early." "Yes Ma'am, this is when I could get a ride. I hope it is okay. I thought I could probably help out with Jimmy or something." Mrs. Crandel put the towel down on the vanity acting proud of her naked form and turned almost posing to talk to Brenda. "Mr. Crandel is never around when I need him." "Mrs. Crandel, I hope you don't find me too forward if I say that you have a beautiful body for someone your age and who has had kids." "Thank you Brenda. That was very nice of you to say, but that part about age, how old do you think I am?" "You look every bit as pretty as my cheerleading coach in her mid to late twenties and you must have ten years on her. You are in very good shape and you still have a nice healthy tan from your other trip. I didn't realize you and Mr. Crandel went to nude beaches." After finishing a chuckle, Mrs. Crandel said, "We don't go to nude beaches. We are too straight for that. I get this tan out of a bottle." "Really?" "Really. I thought you were Ted and I was going to ask you to do my backside before the trip to the cabin. Would you mind doing it for him?" "I guess, I mean sure, I'd be glad to help." Brenda said somewhat hesitantly. Mrs. Crandel handed the tube of lotion to Brenda, explained how to apply it evenly, and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Brenda started to apply the lotion, a bit shy about touching Mrs. Crandel's skin. When she finished her back, she said, "Here, all done," and handed the tube back to Mrs. Crandel. Mrs. Crandel took the tube and put some lotion in her hand and started to rub it on her breasts. "Here, would you do the rest of the back please?" Brenda took the lotion from her in a confused daze. "You know, from the heels on up. I can't see how evenly it goes on, if I try to do it myself. Would you please?" "Ah, sure." Brenda said, took some lotion in her hands, set the tube on the vanity and knelt down to apply the lotion on the backs of Mrs. Crandel's legs starting at the heels and working her way up. Meanwhile, Mrs. Crandel was finishing her face, arms, and stomach when Brenda was kneeling on one knee doing the backs of her thighs. They each reached for the tube at the same time. Brenda took it and doled out just enough to do both ass cheeks, then, as she was applying it, Mrs. Crandel bent forward to apply the lotion to her feet, and was working it up her legs in front. Brenda skipped a breath in surprise by the being confronted with Mrs. Crandel's exposed pussy and ass crack as she bent. She had hair in front, but her nether lips were bald like Brenda's. "Ah, ah, I guess that's it." Brenda said feeling mighty uncomfortable. "Could you do the one last area? I know that seems like a lot to ask. Ted does it for me, and you could make sure that it is evenly applied." Brenda was now red-faced, but Mrs. Crandel remained bent over waiting for her. Brenda closed her eyes and applied the lotion, thinking it would take some of the weirdness away. This made it all the more necessary for her to work the lotion over the area several times, until it felt evenly distributed. She stopped suddenly when Mrs. Crandel moaned, "Ohhhah." "Thank you for helping me with that. Now you need to wash that off your hands thoroughly." Mrs. Crandel said looking herself over in the mirror and touching up areas she felt were deficient. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Jimmy crouched behind the bedroom door covering his mouth so his mother would not hear his giggling back at her. "I'll just go and find Jimmy and see that he stays out of your hair until you are ready to leave." "That's great Brenda. You are really good with him. He can't stop talking about what a great babysitter you are." "Thank you Mrs. Crandel." She said back, motioning with a stern look and wry smile for Jimmy to get out of the room. As he snuck past Brenda at the door, she gave him a swat on the rear. He moved quickly down the hall holding his bottom, pretending that the spank really hurt. When she caught up with him, she took him to the ground by tickling his ribs. She straddled him, as he was kicking and laughing hysterically on the ground, and said, "You were spying on your mom, weren't you? If you don't behave this weekend, I'm going to have to swat that bottom of yours to keep you in line." As he stopped laughing, he said, "Let's go outside and play." Jimmy took Brenda's hand and pulled her into the backyard. "What do you think?" He said asking her about the new trampoline. "You want to try?" "Wow Jimmy that looks like fun." "It is. Get up like this." Jimmy instructed. Brenda maneuvered herself up after taking off her tennis shoes and short socks. Jimmy jumped with her, holding each of her hands at first, then scooted over to the edge laying on his side to watch her jump and explore the possibilities of a trampoline dressed in her royal blue pedal pusher pants and white sleeveless blouse. He watched with delight, as her daring moves worked the tails of the blouse out of the waist of her pants and the air started to billow it out giving him glimpses of her ample breasts dipping and rising in their insufficient bra. "Oooo, Jimmy, this fun." She cooed. As she jumped, turning ninety degrees with each landing, she made eye contact with the neighbor boy on an upswing, over the fence as he was staring at her, while turning meat on the barbecue. She slowed to a stop and walked high stepping over to where Jimmy lay watching, and sat down Indian style across from him. "Who's that next door?" Brenda asked curious. "That's the Stimilon's place." He answered. "No, who's that out back barbecuing?" She asked again. Jimmy got up and started jumping up to see who was in the backyard. "Oh, that's Darrell." "Are they nice?" She probed further. "They're okay. There's nobody close to my age, but if I have adult supervision, I'm allowed to use their pool sometimes." "Really." Brenda said with a pensive smile, as she got up to jump again, to catch glimpses of the people and goings on next door. As she jumped Darrell waved and smiled. Brenda waved and smiled back. Then he waved toward himself in an invitation for her to come over. "I think he wants us to go over there. Shall we?" She asked. "I guess, if it is just for a minute. My folks will be leaving soon." "Sure, just for a minute." Jimmy led the way. "Hey Darrell. What's up? This is Brenda, my friend. This is Darrell, my neighbor." "Hi there. Any friend of Jimbo's is a friend of mine." He said holding out his hand to shake Brenda's. "We have plenty of grub if you all want to come over for dinner." "I'll have to see, Darrell. My folks are leaving soon and Brenda is staying over while they're gone." "Really, that's great. Why don't you plan to come over anyway when they leave. I'll make sure we have extra food if you are hungry." "That's awfully generous of you." Brenda said flirtatiously. "Later then?" "Later." Jimmy said, as he took the lead to go back to his house. "He seemed nice." Brenda remarked. "Sure, they're okay. The pool is great." Jimmy said. Inside the house, as they watched Jimmy's parents scurry around getting ready like love birds anticipating their first nuptial, Brenda watched Mrs. Crandel intently. "You know Jimmy, I want to look as great as your mom does when I'm her age." "You will, probably better." "Thanks, but you have to work at it all the time. My mom is pretty foxy still, and she stays that way by a lot of exercise at the club and around the house. I want to make a concerted effort to get a lot of exercise everyday." "While you're here, I'll be your personal trainer." Jimmy offered hopefully. "You're on. I'll count on you to push me a little bit" "You'll be a triatholete by the end of the weekend." "I don't need pushing that far." In preparation for leaving, Mrs. Crandel showed Brenda their itinerary, the numbers where they could be reached, and meals prepared in advance. They said their good-byes and went over to the Stimilon's for barbecue. Brenda was introduced to the family, and she and Darrell couldn't keep their eyes off of each other. When dinner was over, they sat around talking while the parents were cleaning up inside. "The folks are going to a late movie tonight. I told them I wanted to stay home. Would you like to go for a swim?" Darrell asked mostly of Brenda. "Sure." Jimmy answered enthusiastically. "I'll watch. I don't have a swimming suit." Brenda said. "You don't need a suit." Darrell said jokingly. "Ha." Brenda responded. "Maybe Mrs. Crandel has something, what do you think Jimbo?" "We'll see. We'll get you something Brenda." Jimmy assured her. "We'll see you later then." He said to Darrell. Back at the Crandel's house, they went upstairs and raided Mrs. Crandel's walk in closet. Amongst their playthings, Jimmy held up a gangly piece of material and asked, "Is this a suit?" Brenda unraveled it and stretched it across her chest. "If it is, it isn't much of one, is it?" Then she held the bikini bottom open in front of her with her thumbs and fingers. "Hardly seems worth wearing." "Model it, okay?" "Okay." Brenda said. Walking back into the bedroom. "You change while I get the camera." "Jimmy, wait, I don't want any more pictures going through Brad's dad's pharmacy." "I'll get the Polaroid then." He said, shooting off, not waiting for anymore argument from Brenda, who was mainly curious with how she would look in the skimpy suit. She peeled off her clothes and slithered into the bottoms, which proved to be no more than a g-string thong. Then she tied the spaghetti straps around her neck and held the two patches across her breasts which did little more than cover her areolas. When Jimmy returned, she held the strings to the side and asked him to tie them in back for her. "Well, what do you think?" She asked her photographer. "I think you look great. FLASH! Here, see for yourself." He said as they both sat down on the bed to see the picture develop. "I don't see how you could go next door and swim wearing that." "I know. It is small, and I've never seen anything so lewd. Your mom has worn this?" "I'm sure she never did it out of the house." "I bet she looks great in it though, with that all over tan." She said. "I'll just watch while you swim." If you're not going to go swimming, do you want to get some exercise here before we go over?" "Okay coach, what did you have in mind?" She said, playing along. "Let's go to the exercise room and see what would be best." "I'll be right there." Brenda said starting to untie the straps around her neck. "No leave it on. Your coach needs to see the muscles working so I can better advise you." Still playing along, she agreed, "Okay then, lead on." When they got to the basement workout room, Jimmy put her on the treadmill. He acted very attentive, and within his idea of professional, as he read the face of the electric monitor to announce warm up, fat burning, and cool down. He was so mesmerized by watching her body work at keeping up with the programmed session, that he reached out in a trance-like state and touched her buttock as she jogged. She smiled to ease his embarrassment, but he retracted his hand to himself when he realized he had touched her without invitation. "How am I doing?" She asked. "Great, keep it up." He said, shaking off the previous moment. "I'm going to need a shower after this." She said panting. "Or, you can just swim in your underwear, I'm sure that would be okay." Jimmy suggested. "I'm afraid that would be just a little too familiar with your neighbor." Brenda said. When the preprogrammed session on the treadmill ended, Jimmy said "To the showers then." Brenda headed for the guest bathroom. "No, you can use the one in my parent's room. It's better." Jimmy said. Knowing her way around, Brenda went in and started the water. "Do you suppose I could shower with you?" Jimmy asked grinning devilishly. "They like it if you shower before using their pool, and it saves water to do it at the same time." "Why you dickens you. Well, you are always so nice to me, I guess it couldn't hurt, but only if you do my back." She replied. They both got naked and stepped in the shower. They took turns getting under the nozzle to wet down, and began to soap up their fronts smiling at each other. "Will you do my back, like you promised?" Brenda said turning around. Jimmy took the soap and a wash cloth and soaped up her back and shoulders delighted with the opportunity to glide across her flawless skin. When he stopped, Brenda said, "How about all of the back like your dad does to your mom, from the ankles on up?" Jimmy crouched down and eagerly washed each leg all around, working up to her knees, thighs and finally her buttocks. When he was lingering on the round firm orbs, Brenda bent down under the guise of washing between her toes, inviting him to wash the cloth between her legs. Jimmy's heart raced as he moved the washcloth up, down and around the cleft between her stretched, straightened, and parted legs. Brenda moaned and turned her maneuver into a forward stretch, hooking her hands behind her legs and pulling her head to her knee caps. "I want to be very clean there." She breathed out as the sensations Jimmy was making with the washcloth were making her dizzy. Then she suddenly bolted up and forward to escape a surprisingly sensitive grazing from the washcloth's edge sending an electric like shock up her body along with a twinge of sharp pain. "I'm sorry." Jimmy said emphatically, then hugged her naked body to his, nestling his face in sideways between her breasts. "Oh, it's nothing. You were doing a great job of cleaning there, I just got surprised. Here let me finish the cleaning, it's created a little itch I need to take care of." Brenda said, peeling him off of her and going to stroking her pussy herself, not caring that Jimmy was staring rapt with amazement, as she openly masturbated to a conclusion before him in the shower. When she collected herself, she turned off the water and they stepped out. "Which towel?" "Here. Here is a clean one." Jimmy offered. She got dressed and Jimmy got into his swimsuit. Then they proceeded to the neighbor's backyard. Darrell was there waiting in some boxer type trunks draped on his slender body. "What took you guys so long?" He asked. "Hey where's your suit?" He asked Brenda. "Nothing seemed to fit, so I'll just wade my feet in and watch you and Jimmy swim." She said. "In that case, I'll get you the emergency suit I have for those that have no other options. I'll be just a minute." Darrell said, then proceeded inside. He came back out with a bright white two piece number that looked big enough to accommodate Brenda's 37's. "Isn't this awfully thin material?" Brenda quizzed. "Oh but it is sturdy. It will hold up. See?" He said pulling on it. "At least try it on and see if it fits." Brenda stepped inside and changed into the suit as she watched Darrell talking with Jimmy outside. It was a little tight in all of the ways, but it did seem like strong material, so she went back out. "See, that works." Darrell said holding out his hand for her. "You look great in it." When Brenda trustingly reached out hers for his, he said, "Com'on Jimmy let's toss her in." Jimmy took her other hand and helped drag the stonewalling Brenda closer to the edge of the pool. She screamed "No. Wait." But they persisted until they all ended up falling into the pool together. They came up laughing and as Brenda was sweeping her hair back off of her face, it was plain to see that the suit she was given to wear was a trick suit. It became almost totally transparent like a wet sheet. Darrell laughed an "I got you" laugh, and Jimmy's laughter turned to anger as he realized he was tricked into turning on his babysitter. Brenda started to jog in the water for the stairs as fast as she could. Darrell swam to the edge and beat her to the towel she was spying on a chair. She got out and approached him covering her nipples with her hands and bending forward with legs close together to hide her pussy cleft from his teasing view. When Brenda would reach for the towel, he moved it just out of her reach. "Com'on Darrell give her the towel." Jimmy ordered. "Hey Sport, I'm giving you the dream come true, a chance to see your beautiful babysitter almost naked." Darrell said still smiling at and teasing Brenda with the towel. "You tricked us. Now give her the towel!" Jimmy implored trying to reach for it himself. "I'll give you the towel on one condition, that you give me a kiss." He said to Brenda. Brenda reached for the towel one last time, then she turned and winked to Jimmy who backed down to watch. She approached him with her hands flat on her nipples and moved in slowly like she was going to let him kiss her. Darrell took the towel and looped it around the back of her neck pulling her into him and moved in for a kiss. When he was kissing her with his eyes closed, and her head was securely positioned by the towel, so she couldn't retreat, she let her hands wander down his body and started to stroke his cock and balls. He soon forgot that Jimmy was even present as he moaned and relaxed into the incredible sensations she was creating in his groin. Brenda looked at Jimmy, then looked at her clothes. When she saw that Jimmy read the clue and went to pick up her things, she took the opportunity, from Darrell relaxing his grip on the towel, to gain a little distance still working his rock solid erection through his shorts. He let her loosen the drawstring and snake her hand down inside and cup his balls. Then without warning, she squeezed them causing him to release all of his breath. As he was bending forward, she pulled down his suit down around his ankles and made a beeline for the gate. On the other side of the gate, she took off the suit and tossed it back in the direction of the shocked Darrell and disappeared with Jimmy into the Crandel's house. Once safe inside, they laughed and high-fived in celebration. "You know, you might not get an invitation to swim over there anytime soon." Brenda said. "I don't want to swim in their lousy pool anyway after the way he tricked us." Jimmy said resolved. They went into the kitchen for a snack. "So what do you want to do now?" Jimmy asked. "Do you think your mom would mind my borrowing a little of her tanning lotion until I can get my own bottle tomorrow?" "No way. Of course not, be my guest." Jimmy said. "Do you think you could do my back like your dad does your mom?" "You mean the back on down and the heels on up?" Jimmy clarified. "Both would be good." Brenda said adventurously. Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@bigfoot.com For the rest of the story go here: /~spunknwagnels