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  A not so thoughtfull person had messed with the wron women. It is
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10___The_Adventures_of_Samantha_______________________________________


"Our problem is that our available capital is tied up in the consumer
project.  We would have to dump that to take on the government project."

"You know how hard it is to get on the black projects list, so we don't want
to turn this one down.  We might not get another chance."

"On the other hand, the game is going to make us a mint by Christmas."

"The Admiral acted faster than I've ever seen any government contracting
officer move.  It was only six weeks from when we were invited to bid to his
call offering the contract this morning."

"We have to decide today whether to dump the game and refit for the
government project, or pass on the project, or find some alternative
financing so we can do both jobs," George explained.

Susan sat with rapt attention during the dialogue, nodding her head
knowingly at several points.  She turned to the comptroller, and asked him
several rapid questions.

Soon, George and his two staffers were involved in a complex financial
discussion with Susan.  It was all way over Sam's head, but he tried to at
least look interested.  It really wasn't working, and Sam began to fidget in
the chair.

The meeting continued for about an hour.  Sam could not tell whether they
were resolving anything or not.

George stood and halted the discussion.

"It is lunch time," he said, patting his ample girth.

"Why don't we all take a break and go over to Luigi's for lunch.  We can
pick this up this afternoon."

As the group emerged from the conference room, Sam almost fell into a
handsome young man passing by in the hallway.  He glared at first, then
recalled he was on his best behavior, and smiled at the young man, as the
man excused himself for being clumsy.

"Samantha," George laughed, "I see you have met Mark Walters.  He's the guy
who invented that game I mentioned earlier."

Mark reddened slightly.

"We're going over to Luigi's for lunch, Mark," George said.  "Why don't you
come along.  Company treat."

"Besides," George continued, "I'm sure these lovely ladies will find your
face a welcome change from ours."

Mark blushed again, but accepted.  He took Sam by the arm as the group
headed out to the restaurant.

Sam felt strange as Mark took his arm.  It was not an unpleasant feeling,
but it was different than he'd felt before.

Luigi's was right across the street from George's building, so they all
walked over.

They were seated around a large table.  Sam noticed that George had placed
Mark between him and Susan.

Lunch was fantastic, Sam thought.  He ate the salad, and dug into the pasta
eagerly.  He found himself getting full rapidly, though.

There was no talk of business during the meal.  They all chatted lightly,
and even Sam was included in the conversation.

A man in a chef's outfit walked to the table, and greeted the crowd.  He
inquired how the meal had been.  His deep Italian accent carried all over
the restaurant.  He seemed to know everyone but Sam by first name.

"Luigi," Susan laughed, "I went all over Italy last time I was there."

After a short pause, she continued, "But I never did find which part of
Italy you come from.  Where exactly is the South Bronx over there?"

The whole table laughed, Luigi probably harder than any of them.

"Susan," Luigi answered, still laughing, "you know all my secrets.  Don't
let it get around.  I'll loose all the tourist trade."

The last statement was pure New York city.

Luigi recovered the Italian accent as the group left to return to business,
and he to his kitchen.  The group was still laughing lightly as they entered
George's building.

George stopped at the reception desk, and turned to Mark.

"Why don't you take Sam down to your lab and show her your new toy," George
suggested.  "She doesn't seem to be too involved in our meeting."

Susan nodded her permission to Sam.

As the rest of the group went off to the elevator, Mark took Sam's hand and
led him through a door on the ground floor.  They walked this way past a
large number of office cubicles.  Mark explained that this was where the
"brain work" was done.  In time, they came to the double doors denoting the
computer laboratory.

As they entered the lab, Sam was astounded by the number of different sizes
and shapes of computers around the room.  Some of them were big, looking
like several good sized refrigerators lined up together.  Others were little
more than keyboards.

Mark led Sam to one of the smaller ones.  It had a detached keyboard, but it
also had a bigger part, about the size of several boom boxes lined up behind
one another.  Sam was seated in a rolling chair in front of the keyboard.
There was a joystick immediately to the right of the keyboard.

Mark stood behind Sam, and placed his arms around him, typing something on
the keyboard.  Sam felt a little warm, so, when Mark finished typing,
removed his jacket.

A full color screen had appeared on the monitor in front of Sam, asking some
questions Sam had no idea how to answer.

Mark put his arms around Sam again, typing answers to the questions on the
screen.

"People who play these games regularly," Mark explained, "have built up
characters over the years, and like to keep them when playing new games.
Since you don't have a character, I've selected one I designed for you.
I've also set it to a very basic level so you can get the feel of the game."

Sam's eyes were on the screen.  The first screen had given way to another,
this one of a stylized warrior, dressed in armor.  The legend below the
character read, "Sara-Khan, Amazon Princess."

Sam also noticed himself warming again, and Mark's aftershave smelled
somehow very attractive to him.

Mark stepped back and outlined some of the rules of the game.

Sam followed Mark's coaching, and began playing the game.  He actually felt
himself becoming the Amazon warrior in search of treasure, and encountering
numerous obstacles in the way.

The game held Sam's total attention, as he worked the joystick, or typed
some magical incantations into the keyboard.  He never noticed the time
passing, as he slew demons and dragons, accumulated wealth, and grew
stronger.  Sam was having a ball with this game, though he'd never played
with a computer game before.

Sam's attention was so completely involved with the game that Mark had to
reach around him to shut it down when he got the call from upstairs that he
and Sam should join the rest of the group there.

"Wow," was all Sam could say as the screen died out.

"Of course, we have built the game into it's own dedicated computer for
commercial sales," Mark explained, as he took Sam by the hand to lead him
upstairs.

Between his recollections of the game, and the strange feelings he was
getting every time Mark came near, Sam missed the trip back too the
conference room, and was surprised when he was led inside.

George caught the look on Sam's face, and grinned.

"Did you spend an enjoyable few hours in the lab, Sam?" he asked.

Sam bubbled over, "It was terrific.  I'll have to get one when you start
selling them!"

Sam's enthusiasm took a deep dive when he saw the amused look on Susan's
face.  The reality of his situation, and the unlikelihood that he would be
able to buy such a game, struck home as he sat next to Susan.

"You won't have to wait, Sam," George beamed.  "I'm sure Mark has a
demonstration unit downstairs.  We'll let you take it back with you."

"Oh, sure.  We have a couple dealer's demo boxes all ready in my office,"
Mark offered.  "I'll get one now."

"Go ahead, Mark," George said.  "Just bring it out to the lobby, we will all
be coming down in a few minutes."

Mark left the conference room.

"I think we are all settled, Susan," George said.  "We will sign the
contract this afternoon, and expect your courier with the check in the
morning."

"Oh, by the way," he continued, "why don't you and Sam stay the night in the
company suite.  Margie would love to see you again, and it will give us an
excuse to eat out for a change."

"Gee, George," Susan said, "we didn't plan on staying overnight."

"Oh, come on," George pressed.  "It will be fun, and you can fly back in the
morning, relaxed and fresh."

Susan thought for a few minutes before agreeing to stay.

"Oh!" She exclaimed.  "Sam and I will have to get over to Woodie's before
dinner.  We have absolutely nothing to wear."

George laughed.  "You always look scrumptious to me, but I'll have the limo
driver take you over to Tyson's Corners on the way to the suite.  Ah....  if
I were only twenty years younger, I'd make a pass for you right now."

Now, Susan laughed.  "What, and have Margie scratch my eyes out?  You are
dreaming again, George!"

They all laughed as they went down to the lobby.

As promised, Mark was waiting in the lobby with a large cardboard box.  He
handed it to Sam with a boyish grin.

The whole group went outside, where the limousine was waiting.  George and
Mark helped Susan and Sam into the large vehicle, and it sped off.

Sam was bubbling over, telling Susan all about the game he had been playing
in the lab.  He held the cardboard box on his lap securely, anticipating the
time he would spend with the game later.



32 Chapter -    A Night on the Town


The driver was very good.  He made it through the streets and onto the
beltway only hitting one red light.  He drove the beltway, and pulled off
into the parking lot of the large shopping center a short time later.  He
helped Susan and Sam out of the car, rewarded as before with the flash of
leg he got, and walked with them into the mall.

"This must be really boring for you," Susan suggested.

"The boss said I should come along to help carry packages," the driver
replied.

"Well, you probably don't want to wait around the ladies department.  Why
don't you go over to the bar and have a drink.  We'll get you when it is
time to go," Susan offered.

"Thank you, ma'am," he said, tipping his hat as he meandered over to the
small bar.

Susan led Sam into the confusion of Woodward and Lothrup's.

Susan had been here before, and led Sam directly to a department marked
Juniors.  Here, she began looking over the dresses hanging on the racks.
She passed by several, and finally found something she was interested in.
She took several dresses off the rack, holding them up to Sam.

Sam felt uncomfortable.  He still was not used to coming into these places
full of frills and lace.  Guys didn't do this, he thought.  It was much
simpler to be a man.

Susan handed him two dresses with hangers, telling him to hold them for the
time being, then turned to other racks.  She held some dresses against
herself now.

When she had made her selections, Susan led Sam to the small dressing rooms
nearby.

"Try the dresses on, Sam," she instructed.  "Then, come outside so I can see
how you look."

Sam disappeared into the small cubicle, Susan into the one next to it.

Sam hung up the dresses Susan had selected, and began to undress.  He
figured he could probably get by with only taking off the skirt and blouse.

He reached for one of the dresses, and noticed the large bare area at the
top, only a couple of very thin straps holding it to the hanger.  He sighed,
and slipped out of his slip and bra, hoping that no one else needed to use
the dressing room while he was so exposed.  He pulled the first dress on,
and zipped it up.  Taking a big breath, he came out of the cubicle.

Susan was already out of her dressing room, wearing a light purple dress
with spaghetti straps.  The dress caressed Susan's figure, provocatively
showing a little cleavage, and flowed down to a full skirt.  The skirt ended
about an inch above her knees.  It was the shortest skirt he'd seen on her
since that first night in the bar.

Susan looked at him critically.  She had him turn around several times.  She
told him to look at himself in the mirror while she was looking.

The mirror showed the dress Sam was wearing to be quite similar to Susan's,
though the color was a deep red, and the skirt was almost an inch shorter.

"OK, Sam," Susan said, finally.  "Try the other one on."

They both went into the cubicles again.

Sam took the red dress off, and picked up the other one.  This one was held
to the hanger with clips.  It was strapless.  He put it on and zipped it up.
He hoped Susan would pick the first one as he emerged from the cubicle.

Susan was waiting for him again.  She was wearing a dress very similar to
the first one, but in a kind of cream color with a gold leaf emphasizing the
bodice.  She looked very good in it.

Sam's dress was strapless, in a black and white pattern.  The whole bodice
was black with white polka dots, but the skirt was several layers of a filmy
white material with black polka dots.  The lowest tier of the skirt still
fell two inches above his knee.

Susan looked him over critically again.  Her face showed that she was having
a hard time deciding which one to get for him.

"OK," she said finally, "let's get dressed.

Sam went back into the dressing room, and gratefully put the less revealing
street clothes he'd worn into the store on.  Surprising himself, he even got
the buttons in back of the blouse the first time.

Susan was again waiting as he came out of the room.  She had one of her
dresses in one hand, and one in the other.  She took Sam's dresses
similarly, then went back to the racks, replacing the dresses from her left
hand on the racks.  She then went to the cash register and purchased the
others with her credit card.  Sam saw he was going to get the black
strapless one.

Susan gave the large shopping bag to Sam as they left the store and picked
up the driver at the bar.  The driver took the bag from Sam, and all three
went out to the limo.

They only drove a few miles further on, when the driver stopped the car in
front of a tall hotel.  He walked in with the two, carrying the shopping
bag.  He stopped at the desk.

"These ladies will be using the AstroElec suite tonight," the driver said to
the receptionist.

The receptionist reached into one of the mail boxes, and pulled out two
keys.  She handed them to the driver, asking if he needed a porter.

"Naw," the driver said cheerfully, "I think I can handle it."

The three went up the elevator to the top floor of the hotel.  The driver
had obviously been there before, and led them down the hall to a doorway.
He opened the door with one of the keys, then stood aside as Sam and Susan
entered the suite.  He then came in, placing the packages on the sofa, and
turned to leave, noting he would be back a six to pick them up for dinner.

Susan took the packages into one of the bedrooms.  She emerged a few seconds
later with one of the dress boxes, and indicated that Sam should follow her
into the other bedroom.

"We don't have much time," Susan said, looking at her watch.  "You get
dressed while I got to my room to dress."

Sam sighed, then began taking his clothes off again.  When he got the outer
clothes, slip and bra off, he opened the dress box, and removed the new
dress from it.  He slipped it on.

Sam noticed a mirror out of the corner of his eye, and took a look at
himself.  He'd mussed his hair while dressing.  He figured he had better fix
that before Susan came in, so he brushed the hair.  He did not know what to
do about the tags hanging off the dress.

Susan came in a moment later.  She had picked the cream dress with the leaf.
She saw Sam, and brought him over to her.  She had a pair of scissors from
her purse in her hand, and removed the tags from his dress.

"You look darling," she said, going back to her room.

Sam didn't feel "darling," he felt kind of stupid in this dress.

Susan came back a moment later.  She was carrying a small clutch purse, and
a smaller one, which she handed to Sam.

"Just put your ID card, lipstick and compact in here," she said, leaving the
room again.

Sam joined her in the living room when he had put the required items in the
small purse.

"Sam," Susan said, "you have been doing fine all day.  Just remember what I
said about being on your best behavior tonight."

Sam nodded dutifully.

"Well," Susan announced, "it is time to go."

Sam and Susan went down to the lobby and seated themselves on a sofa.
Before long, the driver came in, and recognizing them, came over to them.
He let out a whistle of appreciation as he neared them, then led them out to
the limo, knowing he'd get a lot of leg as they got into the car.  He was
not disappointed.

The driver drove into the city, finally ending up at a restaurant with the
name "Chesapeake Bay Seafood." He opened the door for them, and got his
glimpse of leg, then drove off as the two entered the establishment.

George was waiting for them as they got inside.  He greeted both of them
with a big hug.  Susan got a kiss as well.  Then, he turned and led them to
a large table by the window.

The window looked out over the Potomac River, and provided quite a view of
the river and some of the monuments of Washington.  It was quite lovely.

Sam was introduced to Margie, George's wife, as he was seated by the waiter.
Surprisingly, Mark was at the table as well, along with a guy Sam vaguely
remembered seeing when he was going with Mark to the computer lab.

His name turned out to be Bill, as he was introduced to Sam.  He knew Susan
already, and worked with Mark in the design department.

The table was arranged so that Susan was paired with Bill, and Sam with
Mark.  George and Margie sat opposite both pairs.

"Trying to be a matchmaker again, Margie," Susan inquired with a laugh.

"She's always trying," George agreed, laughing as well.

"Well, it's about time you thought of settling down, Susan," Margie defended
herself.  "Besides, Bill has been moping around since last time you were in
town."

"I can't imagine Bill moping," Susan responded, with a smile to Bill.

"I wouldn't put it that way, either," Bill agreed, "but Margie's been trying
to marry me off to all her girlfriends anyhow.  I did enjoy our last outing,
though."

The light banter kept up all during the meal of salads, chowders, and
genuine Maryland crab.  Even Sam was in a cheerful mood.

"I think we need some oysters," Marge cried as the last of the crab was
devoured.

Everyone laughed except Sam, who turned red.

The conversation got lighter again, as the oysters were devoured, then the
ice cream dessert.  At last, coffee was served.

"I think we ladies need to go powder our noses," Margie spoke.

Susan and Sam followed her to the ladies room, where they proceeded to
repair their damaged lipstick.

Margie took Susan aside, and whispered to her.  Sam got restless.

They all took seats on the couch, as Margie began talking to them.  The talk
was light, and mostly about getting Susan married.  At long last, they got
up and returned to the table.

The men stood as they returned, and a new round of coffee was brought.  They
settled back into the light banter of the meal.

"I think Margie and I need to go check on the kids," George announced.  "I'm
sure Bill and Mark will show you two ladies a good time in our fair city."

They all left the restaurant together, George paying the bill with his card.

"Let's go dancing at the Pink Cadillac," Bill suggested.

Susan and Mark agreed readily.  Sam was not in the mood, but shook his head
in agreement after a glance from Susan.  Susan and Bill went off to Bill's
car, while Mark took Sam by the hand to his.

Sam felt Mark's arm across his shoulders as they drove through the city to
Georgetown.  The strange feeling he'd encountered earlier returned.

Mark parked the car, and led Sam to the night club.  Bill and Susan were
waiting for them by the door.

The four went inside, and were seated at a small table.  The place was
packed with men in suits and women in nice dresses.  As the waitress brought
their drinks, Bill led Susan off to the dance floor.  Mark took Sam by the
hand as well.

Since Sam had danced with Tom before, he just let himself melt into Mark's
body, moving with the music.  Mark's strong chest rubbing up against Sam's
breasts intensified the strange feeling, but Sam found it pleasant.

They danced for a while, and went back to the table to rest.  Susan and Bill
did the same.

Sam took a big drink from his screwdriver.  He really wanted a beer, but
knew Susan would be angry if he had ordered that.  Susan sipped her drink.
Sam had another big drink before they all hit the dance floor again.

After this dancing, they all gathered at the table, and Bill stood up.
Susan stood with him, and leaned over to Sam, whispering, "I'll see you
later.  Remember to be a good girl."

Susan and Bill left the club.

"Let's get out of here ourselves," Mark suggested, offering his hand to Sam.

Sam followed Mark, hand in hand, to his car.  They drove a little way to
another club.

This club was less crowded than the first one, and they could even hear
themselves think.  They danced and drank some more.

Soon, Mark mentioned that it was after midnight, and he had better get Sam
back to the company suite.  They left the club arm in arm, Sam stumbling a
little.

Mark drove expertly through the streets of Washington, and pulled up to the
hotel parking lot.  He took Sam by the arm, leading him to the reception
desk, where he got the key, and upstairs to the suite.

They stopped at the door of the suite, Mark pulling Sam around to face him
fully, and planting a deep kiss on his lips.  Sam felt his body responding
with a kiss of its own.

Mark opened the door to the suite.

"Why don't you come in for a nightcap," Sam suggested, to his own surprise.

Mark followed her into the suite, and made some drinks at the bar before
joining Sam on the sofa.

They both took a long pull from their drinks, when Mark circled Sam with his
arms, and began long, passionate kisses.

Sam responded, his body beginning to warm, and the strange feeling getting
stronger.

Sam kept getting warmer, and feeling stranger, as Mark continued kissing
him.  He felt a slight sensation as one of Mark's arms dropped down, his
fingers lightly trailing down Sam's exposed shoulder and chest, until it
began to lightly circle Sam's breast through his dress.

Sam got warmer and warmer, and began to feel a tingling sensation, as Mark's
hand kept tracing the outline of his breast.  He also began to feel a
dampness between his legs.

As Sam's feelings of pleasure deepened, Mark's hand slipped inside the
bodice of the dress, continuing his massage, but now skin on skin.

The feeling of Mark's bare hand on his bare breast brought on colored lights
to Sam's head.  He was now hot, and the dampness between his legs was
increasing.

Still kissing Sam, Mark moved his hand from Sam's breasts to his knee.  Sam
involuntarily moved his legs apart slightly, to better accommodate Mark's
probings.  The light touch of Mark's fingers traced the leg up past the top
of the stockings, and began to lightly trace the outline of Sam's vagina on
his panties.

Sam was now seeing more brightly colored lights in his head, and began
panting lightly for air.  His body was ablaze with nerves crying out in
pleasure.

Sam did not even notice when Mark's fingers slipped inside his panties, and
began tracing the vaginal lips themselves.  He was too high with ecstacy to
notice small things like that.

As Mark's fingers entered Sam, Sam let out a gasp for air, and rose to still
higher levels of pleasure.  Mark's light touch on Sam's clitoris increased
these feelings by an order of magnitude.

Sam was now at such a level that he did not feel Mark's other hand unzipping
the back of his dress, and begin to massage his breasts while still probing
deep inside him with the first hand.

The dress fell away, and down to Sam's hips.  Something in Sam's mind
registered this, and determined that the rest of the dress was too
confining.  Sam's body wiggled until the dress slipped to the floor.

Mark had slipped his panties off now, not that Sam was aware of it in his
ecstasy, and now unhooked the garter belt.  Sam didn't even feel the
stocking fall down his legs, but unconsciously kicked them off his legs
until he was sitting on the couch in the nude.

Still kissing and caressing, Mark lifted Sam from the sofa, and took him
into the bedroom.  He lay Sam on the bed, and hastily removed his clothing.

Sam was still on cloud nine when Mark returned his attention to him.

Sensing Mark's return, Sam's legs spread to allow Mark room to enter.

Mark was passionately kissing and sucking Sam's breasts, when Sam stiffened
from the sudden pain as he entered him.

The sharp pain brought Sam out of his ecstacy in one moment, but the pain
eased as the state of ecstacy began building again.  Sam felt Mark inside
him, but really did not care at the moment, just as long as the pleasure
kept coming.

The pleasure built to levels higher than those Sam had experienced before,
as his breath shorter and shorter.  He began to murmur Mark's name over and
over.

Suddenly, a warm, liquid, golden feeling came over Sam, as Mark released and
collapsed on his body.  The feeling lingered for a few moments, then began
to subside into a glow.

Mark rolled off Sam by this time, and lay beside him, still holding and
kissing him.

The glow continued for a long time, kept alive by the closeness of Mark next
to him on the bed.

At last, Sam felt the glow of pleasure pass by, and the reality of his
position set in.  He collapsed inside as he realized what he and Mark had
just done, and was reminded of it by the cold, slimy stuff that dripped out
of him and onto the bed.  He lay in horror for a few moments, then dozed
off, exhausted, in Mark's arms.



33 Chapter -    Washington - Thursday Morning


As the waking process began, Sam stirred.  He rolled slightly, and
encountered some resistance.  His body recognized the warmness, and the
feeling of security the resistance, provided, and relaxed.  His body moved
closer to the source of the warmth.

Feeling Sam's body stir, Mark's unconscious form felt the warm body snuggle
closer to it.  His body rolled on its side, and his arms opened to accept
Sam's body.  One arm cradled Sam's head, while the other made its way across
the body.  With some primitive instinct, Mark's hand recognized the female
form, and his hand came to rest cupping one of Sam's breasts.

For a time, both bodies lay entangled in sleep.

As sleep slowly fell away, Sam felt the hand on his breast and the strength
of Mark's body against his back.  He stirred a bit, and the hand began
softly massaging the breast it was holding.  Still mostly asleep, a smile of
contentment and pleasure crossed Sam's face, as he snuggled even closer to
Mark.

Sam's stirring brought Mark even closer to wakefulness.  The feel of Sam's
body caused an erection to begin.  The erection brought Mark rapidly out of
his sleep.

Sam felt Mark's erection growing against his back.  Still asleep, he did not
recognize it for what it was, but his body knew that it was no threat, and
Sam lingered in his light sleep.

As Mark woke, his hands began gently discovering the contours of Sam's body
anew.  Ever so gently, he massaged Sam's torso, paying particular attention
to the breasts.

Sam was coming out of his sleep now, but warm, hazy lights of muted dark
reds and purples emerged in his mind.  The lights began to brighten as
Mark's hands kept their gentle massage.  Unconsciously, he rolled from his
sleeping position to one where his body faced Mark's.

Mark's massaging continued, gradually expanding until it encountered the
area of Sam's belly, and down to the mound between his legs.

Sam let out a deep sigh of contentment at this attention, and wrapped his
arms around Mark's body.

The colors in Sam's mind were now brightening even more quickly now, and the
strange but pleasurable feelings coursing through his body were becoming
more intense as Mark gently rolled him onto his back.  His legs parted of
their own volition.

Mark was still caressing and kissing Sam gently as he buried his erection
inside Sam's willing body.

Sam felt the slight resistance of Mark's entry, and his body filling with
Mark's presence.  The colors were now swirling and bright in his mind, and
the feelings of warmth and rightness increased even more.

As Mark and Sam continued in their coupling, their bodies joined in motion
to heighten their pleasure.

Sam's eyes flew open in surprise, but the surprise was quickly forgotten as
Mark noticed, and began kissing even more intently.  Sam simply let the
pleasure overwhelm him.

Sam's breath began to come in gasps as the pleasure increased.  Then, he had
to inhale deeply as a brilliant rainbow of colors burst in his mind, seeming
to reach from his head all the way through his toes.  The after image began
to fade, but the images retained the bright colors as Mark continued his
ministrations.

Sam felt the colors and warm pleasure building again, until another
brilliant rainbow burst, this one even more brilliant than the last.

He felt Mark's probing abate through the after image of the rainbow.  As the
rainbow fade, Sam felt the golden glow of complete contentment seem to flow
all through his body from his belly.  He began kissing Mark urgently, and
holding him tightly, trying to will the feeling to remain.

Sam looked up at Mark, and still panting, said, "Wow!  What a way to wake
up!"

Mark smiled in genuine pleasure, as he bent forward to kiss Sam on the eyes.

"Thank you," Mark whispered through the kisses.

Mark rolled over on his side, pulling Sam with him.  They lay in each others
arms for several minutes.

At last Mark sighed, and got up, quickly dressing.

Sam sat up on the bed, still feeling the golden glow engulfing his body.

Mark, now dressed, leaned over and gently pushed Sam back on the bed,
kissing him deeply.

"I have to get to work," he said gently.  "You just lie here."

Sam lay back as Mark quickly collected the rest of his clothes and left the
suite.

The golden glow was slowly fading as Sam heard the outer door close behind
Mark.  He sighed, and lay back again, trying to relive the pleasure.

Sam was still involved in his reveries, when Susan walked into the room,
clutching all of Sam's discarded clothing in her arms.

Startled, Sam's pleasure evaporated, as the realization of where he was, and
what he had just done dawned on him.  The sight of Susan holding the
discarded dress and lingerie brought a cold, hollow feeling of fear to his
stomach.

He recalled Susan's stern warning of yesterday, and the look on her face now
made him sure that she did not consider his actions to be completely
"ladylike." He collapsed within himself as he mentally prepared for the
sting of the needle.

Susan looked at him sternly, then, seeing his face collapse, burst into
laughter as she put the clothing on the bed.

"It seems you have had quite a night," she said through her laughter.

"I'm sorry, Susan," Sam whined, fearing the needle would emerge at any
second.  "I don't know what came over me."

Susan was now laughing louder as she bent down and hugged Sam tightly.

"Go ahead and clean yourself up," she said, continuing to laugh.  "We'll go
down to breakfast in a bit."

Sam did not notice that Susan was still wearing the cream colored party
dress as the relief of her words swept over him.

Sam drew a tub of water as he used the toilet.  He found some bath salts in
the medicine cabinet over the sink, and added them to the water before he
climbed in.  He lay in the tub for several minutes feeling the warm water
ease the tensions in his muscles, and the smell of the salts assault his
nose, then began to wash himself.  He still was not used to bathing his
female body.  He quickly finished, and dried himself off, wrapping the towel
around himself when he was done.

He went into the bedroom, and looked at the clothing on the bed.  The dress
did not seem to be appropriate for the flight back home, and he had worn the
underwear all day yesterday.  Seeing no choice, he pulled the panties on,
then the garter belt.  He found his suit and slip hanging in the closet,
where Susan had put them last night before dinner, and looked around for his
bra.  He found that in the dresser, and quickly donning it, returned to the
closet, where he put on the slip, skirt and blouse.  He left the jacket
hanging there.

As he was walking toward the bed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
His hair was a fright, and he didn't seem to have any lipstick on his lips.
He figured he might as well fix that up before he finished dressing, so he
rummaged through his purse to find the brush and lipstick.

Now presentable, he went back to the bed, where he rolled the baggy
stockings down and slipped into them.  He had just fixed them to the garters
and slipped into his shoes when Susan returned to the room.

Susan was also in the skirt and blouse she had worn on the airplane.  She
seemed glowing and gay as she told him to grab his purse and come downstairs
to the coffee shop.

They rode the elevator in silence, each to his or her own recollections of
the evening before.

They went into the hotel coffee shop, and ordered a standard breakfast.  Sam
was ravenous, and it appeared Susan was hungry as well.  They both dug into
the breakfast with a vengeance.

"Sam," Susan said, when the food was gone, "order us some coffee.  I need to

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