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Hell Hath No Fury Part 18 of 37
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12. F+2 Months 'Gotcha!' - HIS Tale.
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Three weeks ago I had my first visit by Robert Abbey, my attorney. I 
must admit to thinking he would be older than 35, but he certainly looked 
younger. Judging by his build he was no slouch when it came to working 
out either. How I want my old body back!
 
He stated what I already knew that unless we could prove insanity or self 
defense then I was deep shit. He did promise to review the facts and keep 
in contact. He said his methods were a little unconventional in that he 
would only contact me when he had some news. Yesterday he did say 
however that he has found a loophole which he thinks will get me off the 
death penalty.
 
My 'parents' visit as much as they are allowed. We talk about the coming 
trial and how I feel about things. They look puzzled when I don't know 
much about them or some friend of the family but somehow I must keep 
up the pretence. They ask me everytime why I did it. Of course I cannot 
tell them the real reason, so I must keep quiet. They tell me that outside, 
the media is going mad about this trial. 
 
The real low point came a few days ago when my bail hearing was turned 
down. I'm stuck here until the trial.
 
No one from the press is allowed to talk to me, and anyone I know has 
refused to give any interviews. They also tell me that someone called 
Cathline and John Richards have also gone missing. I guess I was 
supposed to react to that news more, but I blew it.
 
Vickie Turner is apparently doing an excellent job of running the lab. 
She too is refusing any interviews at the moment. They seem pleased that 
at the moment the media is being shut out.
 
That's about it as far as 'mom' and 'dad' go. What else has been 
happening?
 
That girl, Lucy. She's tried it on a few times with me, but I really do not 
feel like responding. Aunty Sandy, who has turned out to be a good 
friend, warned me not to get involved with Lucy, saying that if I got into 
a relationship others would get jealous and things would get very nasty 
indeed. The best thing was to stay away altogether.
 
Oh yes today I sat in the TV lounge and saw an interview with Rachel 
Martin. What a fox. She is quite simply the most stunning woman I have 
ever seen. No wonder she was offered a multi-million dollar deal within 
minutes of walking up to the Estee Lauder rep in Paris and asking for a 
job. That girl's got balls though. 
 
There's something oddly familiar about her manner but I can't seem to 
place it right now.
 
My viewing was interrupted when a guard came up and told me that 
'mom' was here to see me. I was taken to the visitors room where my new 
mom sat alone. I sat down in front of her and picked up the phone'
 
"Hi Hun" She said.
 
"Hi Mom. What's the news?, Where's dad?" I asked.
 
"He's trying to help Robert out, so I've come here alone. Also I wanted us 
to talk about something that's been bothering me since we first visited 
you here" She said.
 
"What's that?" I said a little suspicious.
 
"Call it a hunch. But when we first saw you, you insisted that you were 
not Liz but some man turned into her. You certainly have been different 
since we saw you here. I dunno but the way you talk or rather don't talk. 
You always seem to be reacting to how we react as though you are 
making up your replies as we go along" She said thoughtfully.
 
Now what do I do? If I admit who I am I'll have to say I killed their 
daughter, If I don't then my best chance of getting out of here goes. Self 
defense is the only way I can avoid gaol or so Robert says. Hmm play it 
cagey, see where this is leading.
 
"So?" I asked.
 
"It's nothing. Just me being silly" She said.
 
"Fine" Phew that was a close one.
 
"Do you remember when you graduated from Harvard, you were so upset 
at being beaten by, umm John Webb that you almost went and did the 
whole eight years again' Mom Laughed trying to cheer me up.
 
"Good job I didn't otherwise I'd still be there" I replied.
 
"Liar. Elizabeth averaged 97% in all her subjects. Harvard has never seen 
a grade average like it. Noone even came close to her. Now tell me what 
have you done with my Daughter?"
 
F + 73 Days.
 
13. F+ 70 Days The 'A' List  - DR Elizabeth Bexley's Tale.
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I flew to the US from my "White Isle" to what can only be described as a 
storm of publicity. On the plane I looked at the fax Marcel had sent. 
There were offers from every major network for an exclusive interview. 
He has suggested a spot on Letterman but I'm not so sure. I've even been 
offered to host the Oscars next year, which I'll most certainly accept.
 
I land at LAX and am instantly surrounded by press, all eager to get an 
exclusive. Tape recorders are thrust into my face and I'm almost dazzled 
by the amount of flashguns going off.
 
"Miss Martin. Is it true you are dating Brad Pitt?" one shouted out.
 
"No Comment" I answered.
 
"Rachel. Can you comment on the remarks made about you by Elizabeth 
Hurley?"
 
"No Comment" I answered.
 
"Ms Martin. We've had reports from a real estate agent in New Zealand 
that you have brought a island in the Indian Ocean. Can you tell us 
where" Another shouted.
 
"No Comment. Now excuse me I have to go" I answered.
 
Pushing my way past the press I managed to get free and met Marcel in 
the VIP lounge. He'd been his usual efficient self and had arranged for 
the lounge to be cleared ready for my arrival, how sweet.
 
"You really must get a bodyguard you know" he said to me in French.
 
"I don't want one. I can take care of myself" I replied back, this time in 
German.
 
"Pardon" he said.
 
I repeated it in French this time. There that's shown him.
 
"Just because you can take care of yourself whilst hitching around Europe 
does not mean that you can do so now. Things have changed. What you 
got outside just know was nothing as to what will happen." He said as 
though I was some little kid.
 
"Ok I'll think about it. Now about those interviews" I replied, a little 
annoyed at Marcel telling me what to do. Who does he think he is. 
 
Marcel passed me a list and I looked down. One name jumped out --
Stephanie Lane.
 
"Her." I said.
 
"Why, NBC is offering much more?" Marcel said.
 
"I liked her articles on the Bexley murder.  Now here's how I want to 
play it," I said.
 
I outlined my requirements to Marcel, who was a little surprised. This is 
exactly what I need to find out how much Stephanie Lane knows about 
HIM and me. If she knows too much, well I'm sure the local cats' home 
can use another inmate.
 
14. F +71 Days "Me Interview Rachel Martin?" - The Journalists Tale.
====================================================================
 
I was still trying to get some more detail on this Bexley murder. 
Everyone she knew has buttoned up tight. Even my reliable sources came 
up with zip. I was suffering, as virtually all the other stations in the US 
were suffering, a total news blackout. I sat at home mooching about when 
the phone rang.
 
"Steph this is Dean. Boy do I have an exclusive for you".
 
"The Bexley case, right!" I answered.
 
"Nope. You know how the whole world seems to be going Rachel Martin 
crazy at the moment?"
 
"Yeah, I'm not surprised though. Every man wants her and every woman 
wants to be her".
 
"She want you to interview her. She won't accept anyone else. The only 
thing is that she wants to do it at your place. Homely like. Do you want 
it?"
 
"Are you kidding? When?" This was huge. The coverage would be 
immense.
 
"Tonight." Dean said.
 
"I'll have to tidy up. Get Steve round here quick! I've got to rush this. 
Bye!"
 
Some hours later my apartment was as tidy as it had ever been. I had set 
out the sofa at the far side of the wall, so as to make room for all the 
equipment. Steve had been and gone after setting up his precious kit and 
he had also left me some background info on Rachel Martin.
 
I checked my watch -- four hours to go. I sat down and read the dossier 
on Rachel Martin. I skipped the vital stats part and moved onto the 
personal stuff.
 
Hmm. Her parents were killed back in 95. Apparently she was working 
in Europe when it happened and was unable to get back in time for the 
funeral. She's been running away ever since. Our resident shrink says 
that she is still deeply upset over thier deaths and has been afraid to 
return to the US ever since. I guess that explains why Rachel Martin is so 
secretive and has an air of tragedy about her. Yes it makes her look 
vulnerable but there's hidden strength in there too I think. Judging from 
this I think Rachel Martin is some kind of lost soul. Wandering from 
place to place wanting to but unable to find the love she so desperately 
seems to need. On paper she seems to have everything, but if you look 
beneath the awesome beauty and intellect you see a sad, lonely woman 
who's only real aim is to find her peace.
 
That's strange. No sign of any past or present lovers. By this time 
SOMEONE should have stepped forwards claiming that they slept with 
Rachel Martin. Maybe she chooses her partners carefully. I suspect that 
any boyfriend would have to be a kind of father figure to her, kind of a 
replacement for the dad she so clearly misses. Poor guy I don't envy his 
task. Emotionally Rachel Martin's a real mess. Still she can now afford 
some proper therapy and maybe she'll find her peace someday. I really 
hope she does. The last thing we need is a another Marilyn Monroe, Joan 
Crawford or heaven forbid Princess Diana. I just hope the less 
responsible factions of the media don't turn her into one.
 
I needed to go over my questions one last time. I'll ask about her parents 
of course but if it hurts too much I'll back off.
 
With two hours to go there was a knock at the door. I opened it expecting 
it to be Steve and all our film and makeup crew. "Hi Steve" I shouted as I 
flung open the door.
 
"I'm the strangest looking Steve you'll see" said Rachel Martin, as large 
as life. My God she was even more beautiful in the flesh than on screen.
 
"Come... Come on in Ms Martin. Can I get you a drink?" I said in awe of 
her beauty. 
 
"Call me Rachel, please. As for the drink Coffee, black without" she said.
 
"Yuck! I like sugar and milk with mine. If I may say so, I wasn't 
expecting you for another half hour or so".
 
"I know. I always like to be early for things and I wanted to chat to you. 
I'm a big fan of yours, " she said. 
 
"Thanks." I blurted out.
 
"I've seen your bits on the Bexley murder case. How are you getting on. 
Found out anything juicy?" She asked, her face showing deep curiosity.
 
"Zip, only what you've seen on TV. Nobody is talking. Her parents, 
friends, her workers at the lab nobody. It's real tough to find out anything 
against a wall of silence. The only reactions have been extreme surprise. 
The other mystery is as to the whereabouts of Jane Stephen's husband. " I 
stated.
 
"She could have killed him in Egypt " Rachel suggested.
 
"That's my current thought. Still no body, no proof".
 
There was another knock at the door. It was Steve and Co.  He took one 
look at Rachel Martin and made the comment, "Oh good she's here".
 
What will it take to get thru to him?  Not even the most stunning woman 
the world has ever seen made him take any more than a cursory notice. 
Still, one day....
 
"Listen, I need to go. Where's the John?" Rachel asked.
 
"Second door on the left" I said and turned my attention back to the 
questions I wanted to ask.
 
I spent the next hour in make-up, whilst Rachel only need ten minutes, 
incredible. The lights went on.  Showtime.
 
"Ladies and Gentlemen I am here today in my apartment with Rachel 
Martin. Rachel. You have been called the most perfect woman who has 
ever lived. What is your reaction to that?"
 
"Well Steph. It makes me a little humble really. Beauty is in the eye of 
the beholder. You needn't be a supermodel to be beautiful, y'know."
 
"I've been looking down at your life history or what we have been able to 
find out in such a short time. You're not just stunningly beautiful but you 
have brains too. First class degrees from Oxford University, England. 
You speak five languages fluently.  Is there nothing Rachel Martin 
cannot do?"
 
"Don't tell anyone, but I'm so disorganised. I can't plan my way into bed 
without a diary. I'm also the world worst cook' Rachel said. Boy does she 
know how to play to the camera.
 
"Your entrance into the world of high fashion and modelling, was a little 
unique. How do you account your rags to riches story?".
 
"I found myself in Paris, after running out of work in Nantes. Saw that 
Paris fashion week was on and decided to ask for a job. My parents had 
always taught me to grasp what you want with both hands and not let go. 
I owe it to their memory make a real go of it."
 
"Of course, the death of your parents must have been a real blow".
 
"The 10th of June 1995 will be burned into me forever. I spent ages 
trying to get over it. It's one of the reasons I fled to Europe for so long. 
I'm dedicating my career to their memory".
 
"Is there any truth in the rumor that you and Brad Pitt have been dating 
each other in secret?" I asked.
 
"None at all I'm afraid. I'm between men at the moment. I had a bad 
experience a while ago but that's all been sorted out now. But I'm not 
looking at the moment, Sorry guys".
 
"You do realise that you have just broken the hearts of an entire nation," 
I said.
 
"Maybe. But once bitten is twice shy".
 
"You have also been voted the Lesbian's number one choice for a lover.  
What is your reaction to that?" I said with a smile on my face.
 
"Actually I'm quite flattered. But I've no wish for a partner of either sex. 
Sorry girls".
 
"Tell us more about your childhood?"
 
"Mom and Dad were very busy at work. Although they didn't see much of 
me they did their best to be there for me. I enjoyed Versailles 
tremendously. It holds many happy memories for me".
 
A single tear formed in Rachel's eyes. Her face showing obvious distress. 
Leave her alone, Steph. She's still hurting.
 
"I'm sorry" I said with compassion.
 
"That's ok. I just can't believe that I'm here on national TV. Mom would 
have been so proud.".
 
"My sources tell me that you have splashed out a considerable amount of 
money on an Island in the Indian Ocean. The New Zealand Realty firm 
you used has refused to name it.Is this correct?"
 
Rachel seemed to cheer up at this.
 
"Yes I have brought a small Island, but I regard it as my sanctuary. So 
please stay away. I need my peace".
 
Those blue gray eyes showed hurt and pain again. "I'll go along with 
that. " Poor woman, she's so sensitive .
 
"Ok that's all from Rachel Martin for the moment. We'll be back right 
after this". 
 
You're clear Steve said.
 
"Stephanie?" Rachel Said.
 
"Yeah"
 
"Thanks. Not everyone would back away from a line of questioning that 
was causing the other person distress. If there's anything I can do?"
 
"No problem. Hey I'm not always the hard-nosed reporter you see on 
screen. Mind you a week on your Desert Island sounds fun" I said.
 
"It could be arranged, but not for a while. I'm still having some fittings 
installed and moving in. So maybe later".
 
"Deal!" I said.
 
"20 seconds people" Steve called.
 
We settled back down again. I liked Rachel Martin, Liked her a lot. She 
was a real human being, no hidden faces. I just hoped fame would'nt 
spoil it.
 
The blinking red light on the camera told me we were back on air .
 
"In our conversation before the interview. Rachel asked me about the 
Bexley Murder case. I filled her in as to what I knew and had speculated. 
However I didn't ask you Rachel, why you think Dr Bexley did what she 
did?"
 
"I suspect she was mad at what had been done to her and wanted to 
retaliate in someway."
 
"So you go along with the vengeance theory" I said.
 
"I suppose so. I don't buy this insanity thing".
 
"Rachel, you have been offered deals of several million dollars to pose in 
the nude, you turned them down, why? You only seem to go with six 
figure deals so why not this?"
 
"Would you? My body is a temple and I only show it to whom I wish. My 
privacy is worth more than money. Once you have taken that step you 
can never go back.".
 
"Elizabeth Hurley is alleged to be angry at the way you muscled into her 
Este Lauder contract. What is your side of the story?".
 
"I didn't muscle in. I signed a non-exclusive contract. I was looking 
forward to working with Liz but she had other ideas. Estee Lauder have 
decided that my face best suites their image at the moment but that could 
change. I'm enjoying the now".
 
"That's all we have time for tonight. I'm Stephanie Lane talking to 
Rachel Martin. Thank you and goodnight".
 
"Clear" Steve said.
 
Cheers went up around my place. I was patted on the back and hugged 
several times. I stood up and shook Rachel's hand.
 
"Thank you for asking me" I said.
 
"Pleasure, anytime. Here if you fancy a chat call me."  Rachel gave me 
her private number. Hmm, looks like an international one.
 
"Thanks" I said and Rachel walked out.
 
Steve was already taking his equipment apart and I lent a hand as usual, 
soon everything was back to normal and I was,alas alone again. I 
collapsed into the sofa feeling very pleased but tired.
 
I had just wound down when the phone rang
 
"Hello Stephanie Lane" I answered.
 
"Hello, My name's Vickie Turner. I work with Dr Bexley. I've just seen 
your interview with Rachel Martin and admired your sensitivity so I want 
to talk to you about the murder. When can we meet?"
 
The day just gets better and better. At last a lead.
 
"Where are you?"
 
"That doesn't matter, meet me at the TGEN research lab two days from 
now. I'll introduce myself. By the way come alone." And after saying that 
she put the phone down.
   
Yes! What a day!
 
F+71 days

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Have You Missed a Part?. The complete version of 'Hell Hath No Fury'
Can be found at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender under Magic-SciFi
or Sapphire's Excellent website at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire or
http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire/zip/furytril.zip to go right to it.

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