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Subj: "Kathy" Book II, Chapter 16c (M/F) (452 lines)
January 19, 1998

This is about the 22nd section (I may have lost count because of split-chapter
uploads) of a book that runs 31 chapters plus an epilogue.  This chapter is
divided into three parts purely for upload purposes.  Please put them
together.  There's only one (1) chapter 16!

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning.  It will
make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the balance of the book posted within
a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  There is an addendum, however.  This book contains a
PLOT!  Accordingly great care should be exercised so as not to overtax one's
gray cells.

Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-commercial sites.  Please
inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book II

Chapter 16c

They met Tom at the Omni Hotel where he had reservations in the Promenade, an
elegant restaurant overlooking the main dining room and Portsmouth harbor.
Tom looked ill at ease.  "Kathy, I have to say something that you're not going
to like:  My father wants to meet you.  He said to tell you anytime, anywhere,
but he really wants to meet you."  Tommy carefully examined the design of the
service plate in front of him.

"I would be delighted," she answered quietly.  "What time would be
convenient?"

Tommy looked up at her, stunned.  "You *will*?  You really will!  That's
wonderful.  When might you be free?"

"How about ten o'clock tomorrow morning?  Would that be convenient for him?"

Tommy rose from his seat and excused himself to make a phone call.  When he
was out of earshot, Kathy said to Cindy in a low voice, "I think you'll find
the accommodations here significantly better than at your prior hotel.  What
are you doing this weekend?"

Cindy excused herself and went after Tommy.  Awhile later they came back arm
in arm.  They both glowed.  When they were seated, Tom said, "Ten o'clock
tomorrow would be fine.  My father asked me to thank you for taking the
trouble to see him."  He went on to provide directions.

Cindy was bubbling.  "We have reservations for this weekend!  Tommy and I
discussed with the clerk the merits of various suites before we chose one!
Kathy, she said they are looking forward to having us!  Do you think she
really means it?"

Kathy grinned at her.  "Of course she means it!  Wouldn't you mean it if it
was a choice of having paying guests who look like they'll spend a lot of
money with room service against having an empty suite?  That's the hotel
business these days, Hon.  There's just no business on weekends."  Cindy had
blushed when Kathy mentioned room service.

"There's one more thing," Cindy said.  Like Tommy earlier, her eyes were
focused on the service plate in front of her.  "I would be deeply honored if
you would be the maid of honor at my wedding."  Cindy did not look up as she
extended her invitation.

'The poor thing!'  Kathy thought.  'She believes I won't accept but she wants
to make the offer anyway.'  Kathy looked at Cindy and smiled, "Cindy, I am
truly honored.  You shouldn't ask me and you know it.  You only met me for the
first time two days ago.  The maid of honor is the bride's best friend, but
I'll accept on one major condition.  The condition is that your parents
approve of your inviting me.  Cindy, I am deeply touched.  I will fully
understand if they say no, and I want you to promise that you'll accept their
decision.  Agreed?"

Cindy's eyes were glowing at her good fortune.  She nodded, jumped up from the
table and ran out to the telephones.  A few minutes later she returned,
glowing with joy.  "My parents would be deeply honored to have you as a member
of our wedding party.  My father asked me to say that were it not for you,
there could be no wedding.  The groom would be facing 20-to-life for rape.  He
is arranging a suite for you at The Barclay on Rittenhouse Square, unless you
have some other hotel preference.  There will be a car and driver at your
disposal, of course.  My mother would like to know what date would be
convenient for her to send the dressmaker down to take your measurements.  Oh,
and your plane tickets will be delivered to your office tomorrow, if that's
satisfactory?"

"Cindy, I'm overwhelmed!  Of course, the answer is yes!  I can be available
whenever the dressmaker wishes to come.  Oh, Cindy!  I'm so excited!"

Cindy and Tom just glowed.  They dined that night on baked stuffed lobster,
done in Tidewater style.  The lobster was three and a half pounds; the
stuffing was lump crab imperial... about a pound and a half of it.  When they
finished dinner, Kathy felt she could roll home to Virginia Beach without
having to drive.

	* * *

Promptly at ten the next morning, Kathy arrived at the address Tom had given
her and asked for Mr. Donetti.  A guard took her purse, noticed the LadySmith,
and put it aside.  He was carefully patting down her body for more weapons
when Anthony Donetti appeared.  "What in hell are you doing!" he yelled.  "Get
your hands off that woman!"  He came hurrying up to Kathy with his hand
outstretched.

Kathy took it in a firm grip, "How do you do, Mr. Donetti.  I'm Katherine
Smith.  I'm very pleased to meet you!"

Tony Donetti beamed.  "Miss Smith, I'm honored.  Will you please come with
me?"

Kathy hesitated, and Donetti noticed the hesitation.  "Is there something
wrong?" he asked with concern in his voice.

"The guard has my purse.  I don't like it out of my sight."

"Give the lady her purse.  Now!"  There was steel in his voice.

"But boss, she's packing!  It's in her purse!" the guard protested.

"Of course she is, you idiot!  This is Kathy Smith!  The weapon in that purse
has buried three men in the last six months!  Do you want to try for four?"

At the mention of her name, the guards jumped.  The guard instantly returned
the purse.  "I'm terribly sorry, Miss Smith.  I didn't recognize you.  I won't
ever make that mistake again!"

Donetti ushered Kathy into his office and into a chair.  He went behind the
desk, sat down and looked at her steadily.  Finally, he spoke.  "I agree with
Tom.  You *are* an angel.  Miss Smith, I asked you to come in for two reasons.
First, because of who you are and what you're doing for Norfolk.  The people
you're putting away are the scum of the earth, the predators: evil men who
prey on the weak.  God knows, I'm no saint.  We're into things that are
illegal.  But we don't do drugs.  They're lethal.  They corrupt everyone who
gets close, not just the users.  They corrupt and destroy the dealers, too.

"Our biggest business is gambling.  I laugh whenever I hear those clowns
talking about 'the billions the gamblers take in.'  What a joke!  First, we
don't gamble; our customers do.  We just make the book.  Miss Smith, let's say
the Giants are playing the Redskins.  You bet $10 on the Redskins and another
guy bets $10 on the Giants.  You win.  I pay you $10.  I never saw your $10 --
that was credit -- and the other guy pays me $11.  I make *one dollar* on
twenty.  The clowns talk about the $20, but I only get the dollar.  That's 5
percent of the handle.  The sad part is the same clowns sing the praises of
the state lotteries.  Do you know what they keep?  Upwards of 50 percent!
It's a rip-off!  Why do you think we still sell numbers, even when the state
has a numbers game?  Our payoff is bet ter, our service is better and we'll
take smaller bets."  He smiled sheepishly and said, "I'm sorry.  I didn't mean
to run off at the mouth like that."

Kathy said, "Mr. Donetti, I would appreciate it if you would call me Kathy.  I
also want to tell you that you have a fine son!  I was very impressed by him."

Donetti smiled, "Kathy...  I like the name, and I'm honored.  Kathy, you
mentioned my son.  I'm very proud of him, too.  Did you know that he was an
honors graduate at Lafayette?  He was... and his old man barely finished high
school.  I've been hearing about you.  You put all the Kathy Smith stories
together and you're a cross between Joan of Arc, Wonder Woman and Venus.  I
think they're right, directionally, but I still think they're missing a few
things.  I got a call from Sal Agnelli this morning.  He was very excited.  He
wanted me to know that you had agreed to be the maid of honor at his
daughter's wedding.  His daughter loves you like a sister and worships the
ground you walk on.  My son tells me that if it weren't for you, he'd be
looking at 20-to-life.  He's right.  They had him cold, and you walked in and
dismissed the case.  Why?  Why did you save my son, Kathy?"

"Tony...  I'm sorry.  May I call you Tony?"  Donetti beamed and nodded while
Kathy continued.  "I couldn't do anything else.  There was no crime committed!
Two good kids -- and I've been amazed to learn how good they really are -- are
in the wrong place at the wrong time.  They have the bad luck to meet a bum
who happens to be a colleague of mine.  For that, my boss, the District
Attorney -- who knows we're meeting, by the way -- has asked me to express his
deepest personal regrets for the humiliation your son has suffered.  Tony, if
Hannigan's political influence were neutralized, he would be history in a
matter of seconds.

"I'm sworn to uphold the law.  I take my oath very seriously and try to
discharge it to the best of my abilities.  I'm out to get rid of the violent
criminals who make people fear to walk the streets after dark.  Your son and
future daughter-in-law love each other very deeply.  I swear to you, rape was
impossible in that situation.  I am sworn to prosecute criminals.  There can
be no criminal if there was no crime.  There was none."

"I believe you, Kathy.  But you're overlooking a few things.  You not only
dropped the charges, but at least as important, you kept it out of the papers.
As far as the media are concerned, it didn't happen.  Kathy, I happen to
*know* that you called in a lot of chits that morning to keep it out of the
news.  There's nothing in that oath of yours about that.  Right?"

Kathy blushed under his gaze and replied, "No, there's not."  Then she looked
into his eyes with her blue eyes blazing and exclaimed, "But there's no way in
hell I could just stand there and watch two fine kids dragged through the mud!
It may not be illegal but, by God, it is certainly immoral!  I will not allow
it!"

Tony Donetti beamed, "That's what I said: I owe you!  Kathy, I'm going to give
you a telephone number.  If you need me for any reason -- *for any reason at
all* -- call the number and say it's Angel.  I will speak to you within thirty
minutes.  That is a solemn pledge, too.  My son loves you.  My future
daughter-in-law loves you.  Let me join the crowd, Kathy.  I love you, too."

He stood up and came around the desk.  Kathy suddenly realized that he was
only about five feet eight inches tall, about her own height.  He had an aura
of power, she realized, that made him seem taller than he was.  He stopped in
front of her, held her and kissed her on both cheeks.  The guards were
standing at attention as she left.

	* * *

On Monday, Kathy drove to the Omni to pick up Cindy and take her to the
airport.  She already had the rest of the girl's luggage in her car.  As she
swung up to the entrance, the two young people waved.  They knew that Kathy
was taking more time away from the office so they had assured her they would
be waiting.  Tom took Cindy in his arms as Kathy got out of her car.  She
smiled as Cindy lifted one small foot off the ground while she kissed her
fiancé.  It reminded Kathy of paper starting to roll just before igniting into
flame.  She could hear small noises coming from the girl.

"That's disgusting!" Kathy said with a wry grin.  "Haven't you two had
enough?"

At the sound of her voice, they turned toward her.  Both sets of eyes looked
glazed with passion.  At the same instant they both said softly, "No," and
went back into each other's arms.

"Cynthia Agnelli, if you don't get in the car this instant, you'll miss your
plane!  Your father will skin you alive.  And I'll be there to help!"
Reluctantly, they parted, and Cindy climbed in.

Tom turned to Kathy and kissed her softly on the cheek.  "Thanks, Kathy!"

She grinned at him, shook her head in mock exasperation, got into the car and
rolled it out of the lot and up to the Expressway.  As the car headed towards
the airport, Kathy stole a glance at Cindy.  "Well, how was your weekend?"

The look on Cindy's face was beatific.  "Heavenly!  Oh, Kathy, it was like
being in heaven!  We did everything.  It was a discovery.  We would make love
and.. and sleep a little...  Then one of us would start running fingers
lightly over the other's body... and then we'd be awake, and Tommy would be
aroused... and then we'd make love."

Kathy was shaking her head slowly and smiling a tolerant little smile.  "No,
silly, I meant the important stuff.  You know, the food in the restaurants,
shopping at Harborside -- Damn!  I forgot to tell you about this *darling* new
shop -- the museums..."

Cindy was startled for an instant and then realized that she was being teased.
"Kathy Smith, you are terrible!  It's a good thing you're driving or I would
push you out of the car!  Oh!"  Continuing her mock anger, she folded her arms
and stared straight ahead.  Kathy thought she looked cute and said so.  The
younger girl grinned, and ran her tongue over her lips as if she were a child
licking off ice cream, "Delicious!  That's the word for the weekend...
Deeelicious!"

She swung in the seat and turned serious.  "Kathy, can I ask you something?
I... I... I feel so sore!  I ache...  I mean my thighs, my groin...  Kathy, my
cunt is so sore!  And Tommy!  This morning, he could hardly get it up the
second time.  I... I had.. I had to help him by taking him in my mouth!  Do we
need to see a doctor?"

Kathy felt a wonderful warm feeling as she listened to the girl.  'She's so
innocent,' Kathy thought.  Then quietly she asked, "How many times did you do
it over the weekend?"

Kathy watched the girl smile softly and wriggle her hips slightly as she tried
to count.  Finally, she answered, "I can't count...  I don't remember."

"More than ten?" Kathy asked.

Cindy looked startled, "Oh God, yes!  But why do you ask?"

"Because you're getting a wonderful husband and he's getting a wonderful wife!
That's why.  Cindy, Tommy is human!  He's not a machine, and neither are you.
My God!  What I'm hearing is seventy-two hours of near-constant lovemaking.
I'll bet the only sleep you got was when you both collapsed!  Honey, there's
nothing to worry about.  But be careful!  I'll bet your parents will recognize
the signs."  She smiled at her warmly.

"Kathy, there's something else.  When we were making love...  when Tommy was
inside me, I felt these waves in my loins.  They would just build up and up
and up...  I kept going higher, until... until I exploded.  My body was going
crazy!  My hips were moving by themselves...  I was moaning and then... and
then I screamed.  Kathy, I blacked out!  What can I do?"

"Did you like the feeling?"

"Like it!  I can't describe it.  It was so wonderful!... hot..."

"Then enjoy it, silly!  It sounds like you and Tommy were reaching orgasm
together.  Cindy, that's what it's all about!"

"But Kathy...  when the girls talked, I never heard anything that sounded like
what I was feeling."

Kathy smiled and delighted in the girl's innocence.  "Obviously, I should have
given you an instruction manual.  That's the trouble with these damn
marriages.  The marriage license doesn't come with a set of instructions.
Honey, you may not have heard it because they may never have felt it!  The
thing about sex is that when it's good it's great, and when it's not, it's
still good.  With you and Tommy it was great!  By the way, when you went to
check in at the front desk, did the clerk ask to see your Learner's Permit?"

Cindy looked startled and Kathy continued her teasing.  "Well, you and Tom
don't have a marriage license, so you need a Learner's Permit.  They sell them
at the next window..."  Kathy was pulling up at the Piedmont gate.  With the
transmission in neutral and the brake set Cindy had her chance.  She hit Kathy
in the ribs with her small fist and started to laugh.  Kathy, startled, began
laughing, too.

"You are terrible!" said Cindy with a mock pout.  "I'm being very serious, and
all you do is laugh at me."  She smiled ruefully and asked, "Is it really so
funny?  Am I so hopelessly naïve?"

Kathy's face had a loving expression.  "No, it's not funny.  It is beautiful.
I envy you.  And I'm so happy to have the opportunity to be in your wedding."

Cindy impulsively leaned over and gave Kathy a kiss.  "And I'm so happy my
best friend can be there!"  She dashed off into the terminal.

When Kathy entered the office, she met Pete who had a big smile on his face.
He was so happy he didn't even bother to tease her about arriving late.
"Guess what!  I can't believe it!  What do you suppose I found on my desk this
morning?"

Kathy cocked her head and looked thoughtful.  "A dead mouse?... a turkey?..."

Pete grinned.  "Hannigan's resignation!  It seems he's decided to go into
private practice.  For him, that has to be ambulance chasing.  My secretary
just delivered my acceptance.  Damn!  I knew I forgot something!  I forgot to
say, 'accept with regret'.  That girl should have reminded me!"  Kathy gave
him a big kiss on his cheek.

When she reached her desk, she found a plain white envelope in the center of
her blotter.  It was unmarked and unsealed.  She took out what was obviously a
story torn from a Detroit newspaper.  She read it quickly.  It reported that a
body had been found in a ditch beside the highway leading to Detroit's
Metropolitan Airport riddled by a shotgun in classic gangland fashion.  From
dental records it was identified as the body of a known gunman with numerous
arrests for violent crimes in the Greater Detroit area.  The report concluded
by saying that the victim was a known associate of a man found dead in Norfolk
after having made an attempt on the life of Katherine Smith, an assistant
district attorney.

Kathy brought the clipping in to Peter who read it quickly.  "My, my!  What do
you know about that?  Reading this suggests that the word is out in
unmistakable terms that Kathy Smith is not to be confused with one of the
ducks in a shooting gallery.  How interesting!"  He looked at her
speculatively.  "Kathy, how did your meeting with Donetti go last week?"

"Fine.  But why do you ask?" said Kathy, looking puzzled.

"Just asking.  You know," said Mahoney thoughtfully, "this supports something
rumored on the street.  There are strange things going on.  It seems there are
some unexpected people supporting your crusade.  Remember that stakeout that
produced the 100th arrest?  Honey, police weren't there by accident.  There
was an anonymous tip phoned in.  I think you can feel a lot safer now!"

	* * *

When Kathy arrived in Philadelphia, she was made to feel like a princess.
Cindy was waiting for her as she passed airport security and gave her a big
kiss.  Two big men were waiting behind her.  "They'll bring your bags to the
hotel.  There is nothing you need from them right now, is there?"  Kathy shook
her head.  Cindy led the way down to the closer Departures concourse and out
to a waiting limousine.  While the driver remained behind the wheel, another
big man was waiting to open the door for the girls.  They got in and the big
car smoothly pulled away.

When Kathy had last seen Cindy two months earlier in Norfolk, she didn't think
the girl could ever look happier but now she did.  She was joyous.  "Kathy, my
father says I'm a big girl now, so he let me meet you in his personal car!
Look!  She opened a panel behind the driver and took out a cocktail shaker
containing a clear liquid.  She poured it into two glasses containing ice and
olives, and passed one to Kathy.  The girl was so intent on her task it made
Kathy smile.  She waited expectantly as Kathy took a sip.  "Is it all right?
I've been practicing, but I have trouble getting the amount of vermouth just
right."

Kathy smiled at her warmly.  She noticed that the privacy window separating
the girls from the men in the front was opaque.  "Cindy, I didn't think you
could ever look happier than you did when I left you at the airport, but you
are now!  What's happened?"

"Kathy, I feel joyous!  I'll be with Tommy tomorrow night!  You were right, by
the way.  When I got home, my parents watched me carefully.  I tried so hard
to move normally.  I was in such delicious pain.  It reminded me of him
whenever I moved!  Kathy, I miss him so much when I'm in bed at night that I
hurt...  I honest-to-God hurt, I want him so."  Suddenly, Cindy showed
concern, "Is that sick or something...  I mean... a girl shouldn't...  I mean
men..."

Kathy smiled, "Shouldn't like sex?  Why, in hell, not?  How do you feel now?"

"Wonderful!  When I met Tommy at the airport and I kissed him, I started to
feel that wonderful wetness inside.  Oh God, Kathy, I can hardly wait!"

The car pulled up smoothly to the door at The Barclay.  The girls alighted and
went in.  Cindy went straight to the elevators.  She commented that Kathy was
already registered and she had her key.  Cindy still had her virtually
untasted and now watery martini in her hand.  She sipped it and thumbed
through a magazine while Kathy changed for the evening's rehearsal and dinner.
Kathy was back fifteen minutes later.  She spun in front of Cindy and asked,
"How do I look?"

Cindy, recognizing the opportunity to get even for some of Kathy's teasing,
looked up idly and airily replied, "Okay, I guess."

Kathy's face fell.  She was wearing a blue dress in a shade that exactly
matched her eyes.  With her golden hair and tanned body, she thought she
looked good.  Now she was crushed.

As she stood there, Cindy jumped to her feet and hugged her.  Kathy looked up
and saw the wide grin on her face.  "I did it!  I did it!" the girl cried.
"Kathy Smith, you dish it out enough, but...  You look gorgeous, as usual.
You dunce!  You're exquisite, and you should know it!"

The car took them to Bryn Mawr.  Although the privacy window was still up, it
was now transparent.  Kathy realized there were two, with one providing
complete privacy in the passenger compartment.  She saw the man in the
passenger seat make a call on the car phone.  As the car pulled to a stop at
the door, Kathy saw a couple waiting for them.  Cindy introduced Kathy to her
parents.  Salvatore Agnelli took her hand and said, "Miss Smith, we are deeply
honored.  Welcome to our home!  This is my wife, Theresa."  Cindy's mother
stood on tiptoes and kissed Kathy on her cheek.  The older woman was about
five feet two.

They entered the house and Cindy flew up the stairs to change with Kathy
moving to follow.  Agnelli took her arm.  "Miss Smith, please.  Could I speak
to you for a few moments alone?  Cynthia can take care of herself for a few
minutes."  He smiled, and led the way into a book-lined study.  He carefully
closed the door, seated the girl in a comfortable wing chair and went behind
his desk.

"Miss Smith...  Kathy... may I call you Kathy?"  Kathy smiled and nodded.  "As
you probably know, Tony Donetti and I are... business associates.  We've been
friends for years.  Our children -- our only children -- grew up together.
Kathy, I *know* what you did for our children."  He smiled warmly.  "I
*suspect* what happened the weekend before she came home."  Agnelli held up a
hand, as Kathy blushed.  "I don't want to know.  I do know that Cynthia was so
happy she could have floated home without an airplane.  Please don't breathe a
word of this to my wife.  She would die!  And, Miss Smith, my daughter was
moving rather stiffly.  In one of my businesses, I've become sensitive to the
signs.  Kathy, without you this could not have happened.  Our children owe
their happiness to you.  They know it.  They are all we have... all we live
for...  My daughter's happiness is the most important thing in my life.
Because of you, she is overflowing with happiness!  She is joyous!  Seeing our
daughter's joy fills us with great happiness...  I'm trying to say, Kathy,
that you've made *me*, Sal Agnelli, the happiest man alive!  Anything that you
ever want, if it's in my power to provide, you will get.  That is a solemn
promise.  Tony gave you a number to reach him.  You can reach me through the
same number and in the same manner."

Kathy looked at the man.  She realized that he was what he claimed to be: a
proud father on the eve of his daughter's wedding, rejoicing in her happiness.
'And he gives me all the credit,' she thought.  She looked at him
speculatively.  "Mr. Agnelli," she began.

"Sal, please!" he interjected.

She smiled, "Sal, may I ask you a question?  You know an attempt was made on
my life?"  Agnelli nodded.  "A man was found dead in a ditch near Detroit.  Do
you know anything about that?"

Agnelli smiled.  "I think I heard something about that.  I wondered about it.
So violent!  Has anyone bothered you since, Kathy?"  She shook her head.  "I
thought not," he continued.  "I don't think it would be considered a healthy
activity.  Now shall we join the others?"

	* * *

At the rehearsal dinner that evening, Kathy was sitting at Tom's right with
Cindy on his left.  She couldn't resist a dig.  "Thomas Donetti," she
whispered, "would you please keep your hand in your *own* lap.  Can't you wait
just a few more hours?"

Tommy looked at her and grinned.  "I'm trying!  I'm trying!"  He slid his
chair back so Kathy could have a clear view of Cindy.  "Cindy," he said,
"Guess what?"

She looked over, "What?"

"I learned something a few days ago.  Kathy may be your best friend, but she's
*my sister*!"

Cindy frowned, puzzled.  "What are you saying?" she asked.

Tom grinned at his bride-to-be and at Kathy.  "Hon, you know I was an Alpha at
Lafayette?  Well, I learned that Kathy is an Alpha from Yale!  She's my
fraternity sister.  And did I ever learn a lot!  She was elected Queen of Yale
College, representing the Alphas.  Honey, they had this contest -- sort of an
Olympics -- in three parts: brains, athletics and beauty.  Kathy won it all!
I mean, she won every single event.  They're still talking about it up there.
And she's your maid of honor."

A toast had already been offered to the bride and groom when Tony Donetti, who
was hosting the dinner, stood up.  "Ladies and gentlemen: I would like to
offer a toast to a young lady that many of you have heard about but few of you
have met.  I'm speaking for my wife and me and for Sal and Theresa Agnelli
when I say that, were it not for this young lady we would not be here tonight.
This young lady has made an impact in Norfolk where I come from.  Single-
handed, she has caused street crime to drop by 60 percent in less than one
year.  She courageously stopped a wholesale slaughter of innocent people by
killing gunmen who had already opened fire in a crowded establishment.  She
escaped an attempt on her life and in the process killed the man who had fired
on her.  Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in a toast to our dearest
friend, the maid of honor, Miss Katherine Smith."

Kathy sat blushing with her eyes downcast as the guests rose and warmly
applauded.  She looked up and out at the crowd and realized that many of the
guests were out-of-town "business associates".  She was surprised to see
expressions of understanding and respect in their faces.  Suddenly, Kathy
understood.  She had just been publicly taken under the protection of the
Donettis, the Agnellis, and all of their associates.

After the toast had been drunk, Kathy rose.  She heard intakes of breath, not
realizing that it was a tribute to her extraordinary beauty that many were
seeing for the first time.  She said simply, "Mr. and Mrs Donetti.  Mr. and
Mrs. Agnelli.  Thank you.  I am honored to be here tonight and deeply grateful
for your hospitality and very kind words."  She sat down as applause echoed
through the room.

The next morning she was alone with Cindy.  The other bridesmaids had been
asked to wait downstairs.  Before beginning to dress, Cindy was standing nude,
critically inspecting herself in the mirror.  Kathy saw that her loins and
breasts were now tanned, although with the differences in shade her bathing
suit marks still showed.  She turned slowly for Kathy's inspection.  "Do I
pass?  What do you think?"

"Well..."  said Kathy thoughtfully, taking advantage of the opportunity to
tease Cindy for the last time, "Okay, but..."

"But what?" said Cindy with concern sounding in her voice.

"It's your left breast...  It doesn't seem..."

Cindy ran back to the mirror and cupped her breasts in her hands.  Suddenly,
she released them and spun on Kathy, "Katherine Smith, I hate you!"  She
grinned at Kathy as she started to dress.  "I may be slow, but I am learning."

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