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First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of
religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging
the freedom of religion  or of the press; or the right of the
people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for
a redress of grievances. 

1.  About the story, Marilyn
The story is not advocacy fiction. The story is a way to explore
the issue of incest and underage sex. The story involves
consensual sex between a 13 year girl and her father. The story
is not pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. .
2. This story takes place in the same universe as the story a
HOME INVASION by Ho Masubi (MF rom cons inc) If you like either
story you are likely to like the other..
3. Statement on incest and under age sex 
I world not want these events to take place in this reality. I
have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest
seems very different. Actually there seems to be a biological
aversion to incest.  Usually people only attracted to close
relatives when they have been raised apart. However there are
exceptions.
In the same way sex between adults and children appears so risky
for both parties that it is something that no moral or sane adult
would seek. Any sexual relationships can close off choices which
have to be taken into consideration before an adult can morally
engage in such a relationship.  Like everything else any act
might be moral. 
Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense because
the potential for abuse is too great. In an incestuous
relationship or a relationship with someone who is under age, the
difference in power between the two may be so great, that there
can be no consent. This is not always the case but laws are made
for the greatest good for the greatest number and are not made
for any one individual case. If an act is kept private and no one
is hurt then it's no one else's business. Once it becomes public
or once someone is hurt then it become societies business.   
It seems we are trapped in own hysteria. We seem to be moving to
a point where masturbation and lustful thoughts are treated more
harshly  then murder. With out knowledge we can't address any
problem. The legal system always seems a bad way to deal with any
problem but with out knowledge there doesn't seem to be any other
way. All we do know is some people have been hurt terribly and
some people are being punished even they don't seem to have hurt
anyone. No matter what the issue is, the legal system tends to
punish people who do no actual harm while ignoring those who 
destroy other people's lives.   
The hysteria about this subject is at such a peak, in this
society, that there is no rational way to examine the issue. If
one tries to discuss the issue then one risks being labeled as an
offender. The same problem exists with studies or reports
because, if people who have had either experience, report
honestly they are likely be exposed to legal problems or public
embarrassment. They only people who are likely to take such a
risk are those who have an ax to grind either way  and they can
not be trusted to tell the truth. As for anonymous reports they
can never be trusted. Consequently it seems that fiction is the
only way to examine the issue at this time.
Any comments are welcome. Please remove the letter x from the
following email address and send comments to 
homasubix@fastmail.fm

Marilyn

I got up late at least late for Georgia. I flew in from Atlanta
last night. It was my first day in New York City. My Dad's had a
place on Washington Square in Greenwich Village, New York. We
lived in Gainesville, Georgia before my mother died.  My father
name is Major Brown.  Major is his first name not his rank.  He
his isn't in the army but he was and he was a major but now he a
business executive. He used to be a big executive in Atlanta.  He
ran the number one or number two soft drink company in the world,
depending on who's counting.  Once my mom died he became a big
New York executive. He tried to dump me with my Auntie Clair in
Holly Springs.  She tried to be nice but I wasn't going be dumped
and forgotten by father.  I started acting like a brat and it
didn't take long to have Aunty call dad and beg him to take me. 
Dad didn't even spend any time with me.  I came on Sunday night
and he was off to work Monday.  

He said I would be safe enough in Greenwich Village He told he
had a friend name Ol who agreed to look after me during the day
when he was wasn't there.  He said Ol lived next door and worked
down the street at place call Camera.  I thought it must have
been a camera store. That wasn't so bad because I like to take
pictures. He said he set up some accounts for me in the stores in
the area so I could get clothes and stuff.  I know he wanted me
to get clothes.  It embarrassed him that I wore baggy jeans and
sweatshirts.  I know he also wanted me to get a hair cut but I
liked the way I looked given that fact that I am ugly. The kids
back home used tease me about my looks and being clumsy. They
said I had two left feet. Sometimes people would say that I was
pretty just to make fun of me.  But a 13 year old girl who's 5"
8' with a big mouth full of straight teeth and outsized eyes is
more like a monster then a girl.  Beside I had a birth defect I
was born missing some ribs which gave me a 20" waist. May be some
people would have said my tits were nice but they weren't ever
going to see them.  I covered them up with a baggy sweat shirt. A
13 year old isn't supposed to have a C cup and a 38 inch breast.


I didn't have to worry about school it was almost nearly May and
my dad felt that he should just start me in the fall. The problem
was I wouldn't be meeting anyone until September.  It looks like
I had a long boring summer ahead of me. The place was not as big
as our house but in is own way it was much nicer.  It had
everything and I must say dad spared no expense when it came to
my room.  It even has a large screen TV and every video game on
the face of the Earth, like I cared.  He must have thought I was
say cooped up in this place all summer.  Well this is one Georgia
girl who going to explore.

Washington Square was great. It had a big arch, trees and
benches.  In a funny way Greenwich Village it reminded me of a
village. I guess that's why they call the Village. I wandered
around Washington Square.  There was a school on one side and
stores and houses on the other.  I went in and out of some
restaurants.  I was hungry and I had credit cards and money but I
didn't exactly know what to do.  Do you just go in and sit down
or what?  Then by accident I opened the door to beauty pallor and
I was greeted with some man saying, "Marilyn it's: It's really
you. You are more beautiful then I thought." I hated people
making fun of me so I turned around and left. The guy followed me
out of the door and caught up with me when I was in the middle of
the street. "Please, please I am so sorry for what ever I have
done.  My name is Ol."  You know it's funny I never thought he
was a pervert or dangerous.   "Ol, my dad told me about you." "He
did?  Oh yes he did." "He didn't tell you my name was Marilyn did
he?" "Oh no what is your name." "Dad named me Marilyn but I hate
that name. I don't let anyone call  me that. I'm Georgia; I named
my self."  He extended his hand.  I put out my hand and he kisses
it and gives a little bow.  I tell him not act silly or to make
fun of me.  He apologizes again asked to be of service." 

I told him I didn't need anything. He said, "Now, you are being
silly I can see you need some breakfast.  Come on girl. Let's get
out of the street and get you your breakfast." He took me by the
arm and we started walking down the sidewalk.   "You are right I
am starving.  I just flew in from Atlanta, last night and that
last thing I had was diner on the plane." "You poor thing you
should never ever eat airline food." Wait! "Oh my God, it's you.
"You said that." "Your father told me about you?  "I said that."
 "Now I am all mixed up. I thought you were..."  Then he stopped
and held me at arms length.  His eyes grew big. He looked happy
and shocked at the same time. He gave me hug and said "It's you.
It's you. Then we continued down the sidewalk and he kept raving,
you have no idea, do you?  "What do you mean?  You keep saying
the same thing."  "I'm sorry it's just the way your look."  He
must have just realized how awful I looked but I had agreed to go
to breakfast with him so I was stuck." "Here we are dreary."  I
looked up and we were standing in front of a place called the
Pink Teacup.  I asked him if it was a gay place.  "No darling
it's Southern.  We just came in and sat down. Ol gestured at one
of the waiters and he brought me eggs, sausages, grits and
biscuits, just like home.  Ol, had coffee and some rolls. "You
need a good breakfast on your first day; if you want anything; if
you really, really want it, Ol will get it for you no matter
what.

Now, let me explain myself as best I can. I was expecting you. 
Your father and I are close friends.  When he told me you were
coming to live with him. I offered to look after you when he was
at work.  When I help people and expect nothing in return what I
get back is usually far greater then I could imagine.  I offered
to help because a young girl needs someone to watch out for her.
Now it turns out you were someone that I wanted to meet for my
whole life." I didn't know her name or where she was from. She
was someone who I wanted to protect and help." I figured at that
point that he was completely nuts.  Then he got nervous, and
said,   "Don't worry I'm gay. We both laughed. It was clear that
he was nuts but; harmless.   He added, "Just think of me as your
Fairy Godmother" 


He wondered about dad and said, "Where's your father?" "Oh he
left for work before I got up." "The cad, he didn't spend your
first your first day here with you and help you get settled. 
Tell me all about your trip. There was nothing to tell really. 
"It was boring because I can't sleep on a plane.  Dad picked me
up in a limo and we drove here.  He showed me my room and told me
to go to sleep. Then when I woke up he had already left for
work."   "Well then I will help you get settled. I could tell you
needed a real breakfast"   "It reminded me of home.  In Georgia
people take breakfast seriously.  Usually I don't eat meat but
today was an exception."  "Well that explains why your skin is so
great but how did you get so thin. Who is your trainer? Tell me
and I will have him shipped up here immediately. My girls need
him." "You have been living in New York too long. I don't have a
trainer. I don't eat sugar which keeps me thin and my teeth
cavity free.  I also walk a lot, at least 10 miles a day. I spend
most of my time in the woods taking pictures of the Chestatee
River." "Chestatee you don't say. That's where I got my start
taking pictures of Chestatee.  I grew up in Dahlonega..."  "I'm
from Gainesville. That's how you know my father."  

"I have to see your pictures. Did you bring them with you?" "Does
a duck swim?  Of course I did."  "Ok, so after breakfast we will
go to your place and I will help you unpack and then we will look
at your pictures." "But don't you have to go back to work. My dad
said you worked in a camera store." "That sounds like your dad. 
I own Camera, that's where we met; it's a hair salon.  I also own
a photography studio called Camera.  I mostly run the place. 
Other people take the pictures for advertising and fashion. I
take portraits and do a few fashion shoots a year.  My time is my
own and you are very important person. I am never wrong about
these things." No one ever said that about me before.  "That's
why you came to New York you want to be important. Well you came
to the right place."  "How did you know, I wanted to be
important?" "I know, because that's why everyone comes to New
York.

Now there's something I need to tell you.  I didn't meet your dad
in Gainesville; I met your dad in Atlanta. He helped me get my
book published.  It was a book of portraits of prisoners who were
confined in Wilcox State Prison. I started taking pictures of
prisoners of who were going home because they wanted people to
recognize them.  Soon I was taking pictures of everyone in the
prison. 

I was there because I was convicted of murdering my mother.  Our
house blew when I was in town drunk.  It was a leaky gas main but
they tried to cover it up by blaming me. People heard me and
mother arguing abut me going out with someone named Alex. I saw
Alex that night and got so drunk that I didn't remember what
happened." "That morning around 3 am a gas main broke under the
house and exploded. If I only had been there..."  "What could you
have done?" "I don't know but I will never forgive my self.  I
didn't fight the charges: I felt I deserved to go to prison.  
The next two and a half years were, in away, the greatest years
of my life.  I started out helping the other inmates by taking
their portraits and learned that I was a great portrait
photographer, maybe the best. 

After I was released I got big settlement from the state and met
the Governor who apologized.  I asked him to help me with getting
my book published and he sent me to meet with your father.  He
had his company publish the book himself which led them to start
their own publishing company.  They published all my books
including several books I did on prisoners. My book helped your
father's company and made me famous." I knew the story had to
have been true but there was something wrong or something he was
leaving out. 

Before we left I asked him if he made up his name like I did. "No
I got it honestly. My name really is Ol: Ol Jackson actually. My
family name is Jackson. It's a good Southern name. I got the name
Ol from my mother. She was Portuguese. She met my father when he
was in the Navy and stationed in Portugal. After they were
married he left the service and brought my mother back to
Georgia. My dad worked for Jackson Electric, no relation, as a
lineman. They lived together presently enough for 2 years except
for one thing, mother wanted to have a child.  When my father was
hit my lighting at work and killed, mother was heartbroken.  She
was afraid that she would never have a child.  She went to the
doctor to see if she was pregnant but the doctor said she wasn't.
 She kept insisting that she was pregnant but everyone thought
she was crazy.  Six months after my father died she went to the
hospital insisting she was in labor. The doctors thought that she
was just pretending but they kept her for observation.  I was
born in the hospital bed not the delivery room.  The first thing
mother said to me was 'ol' meaning hello so she called me Ol. My
mother believed that if you wish something hard enough sometimes
it just happens.  She said she wished me into existence.      

We went back to the apartment and Ol helped me put my stuff away
and arraign some furniture in my room.  He made me show him my
pictures.  We took them over to his place because he said the
light was better. Instead of going out the front door we went
through our living room out through the French Doors on to a
balcony that overlooked a little park in the backyard of the
building.  The balcony was connected to Ol's living room. 

He had a table in his living room near a window used to look at
pictures. He told me to look around his apartment while he looked
over my pictures. He said he didn't want me around worrying abut
what he thought. His apartment was so beautiful I was embarrassed
about my pictures. The place had beautiful furniture and was
filled art: paintings, sculpture, photographs.  Most of the
photographs were of Marilyn Monroe. There was an alcove that was
set up like a shrine. In the center of it there was a nude
autographed picture of her.  I was looking at it when I heard
behind me Ol say, "Isn't she beautiful?  That picture is only one
in existence I bought it at auction last year. 

Now let's look at your pictures. These are quite good. He showed
me one that I was particularly proud of and said you have a good
eye.  How would you like to be my assistant?  Better yet how
would you like to be my apprentice just like the show? I will
teach you photography and about New York and I will get to the
help that I need." His offer was such a shock I just nodded, yes.
Before we went to his studio we went to back to the beauty
pallor; the shop as he called it. We went there the back way,
through our back yard into an alley that ran to the back door of
the shop.  After that Ol had someone call for a car to take us up
town.   

Each day Ol and I would go uptown, in the late morning, to his
studio.  He taught me about photography and the business. He even
took to me up to Connecticut to teach me about taking nature
pictures. I worked on his photo shoots.  I learned everything
from make up and the lighting to the camera equipment.  He had
plenty of help but there always something that needed to be done
and I did it.  Every photo shoot was special. Ol only shot famous
people or special fashion events like Full Frontal Fashion.  We
took pictures of the president when he came to town.  We also did
publicity photos for the new James Bond film, which was coming
out in the fall. All the actors were nice expect for the actress
who played Bond's love interest. The new Bond Girl was a real
bitch.  She actually seemed jealous of me and asked me to leave
the set.  

At night we would go out for dinner to some posh place and then
either to the theater or a party.  He dressed me up like a boy
and told everyone my name was George.  I always wore sneakers and
black baggy jeans, something to cover up my boobs, a turtle neck
and a very expensive sports jacket. It was just like Ol said rich
people can see money and the jacket impressed them. I also wore
sun glasses to cover my face and Ol puffed up my hair so it look
like hay and "styled it" so it covered my face.    

Its funny, I liked, being a girl and dressing like a boy. I hated
being a boy and dressing like one.  The more I did it the more I
wanted to wear a dress and be, God forbid, feminine. As a boy I
did get to hear a lot of stuff girls don't get to hear.  I also
learned how to act like a boy which helped me understand men
more.  The worse of it was using the men's room. I was usually
able to avoid it but Ol said if I had to go I was to use the
men's room.   I don't know why men put up with smell: Even the
nicest ones were dirty. 

Everyone wondered who I was. Ol was very protective.  He kept me
with him all the time and wouldn't let anyone talk to me like he
was jealous. Certainly it made Ol seem very gay. There were
columns about me the paper.  'Who is the young man that Ol takes
to all the parties?' I often would tease Ol by asking him which
would make them more shocked the fact that I was 13 or that I was
a girl.  They also wondered why he wouldn't let me drink alcohol
or stay out much after midnight.  Afterwards Ol would ask me
questions about the people and have me do imitations do them.  .


Ol also took pictures of me, lots of them. He had my father's
permission of course.  After my father saw some of them he signed
a release saying Ol could take what ever pictures he wanted as
long as he didn't sell them. Every photo session was totally
private no one absolutely no one was allowed on the set. They
weren't modeling pictures they were just picture so me. I was
nude in some of the pictures.  He also took pictures of me in
dresses and formal wear. After a while I got used to wearing
dresses and actually began to like wearing them. Ol said that no
matter what the pictures belonged to me and even I couldn't
release them until I was 21.  I hated them because I still looked
ugly and vowed that when I was 21 they would be burned. 

Ol's sent me to his trainer.  The trainer said he never saw
anyone in better shape. He said I needed build up my butt and
gave some exercises.  I never heard of someone's butt being too
small but I did as he asked. He had me play a lot of paddle ball.
 I usually played the models my age who worked at Ol's. They all
were great kids. They never teased me about my looks like the
kids did back in Georgia. Actually most of them treated me like I
was attractive which made me feel accepted. I was able to win
most of my games because sooner or later most of the other kids
would get tired, even the boys.  The only girl who gave me any
trouble was Jill Davenport. She was a lot smaller then I was but
she was very quick and very strong for her size. What really made
her hard to play was she was so tricky.  If I looked at her to
try and tell where the ball was going she would always fool me.
She could hit ball one direction and act like she hit it in
another. 

Jill and I became good friends. We met on a shoot for Full
Frontal Fashion which was the most prestigious fashion show of
the year.  She just started working with Ol and she didn't know
him very well. She used to work with Max Steinberg but there was
some scandal over an ad for jeans.  People complained that the
ads made Jill look too sexy, which was funny because compared to
most of the models, Jill was very conservative. 

Jill was also a lot of fun. She was always playing head games. 
Every day she would have a new story where she either contracted
some new disease or was having an affair with someone famous. She
was the one who convinced me that I could be pretty without
changing my appearance.  She said people are controlled by their
fantasies and all I had to do is act like sexy woman do in the
movies and I would be sexy.  We used to watch old movies and go
over the dialog together.   She also taught me to trap other
people eyes.  If you have big eyes like mine and you look into
their eyes a certain way and just stare into your eyes and it
hard for them to turn away.  That plus talking like those old
time sexy stars and it was clear that I could have an affect on
men. I could even trick some of the photographers into flirting
with me. I found that with hard work and practice even an ugly
girl like me could attract men.  Not that I ever did anything
like that with Ol:  He had no idea what Jill was teaching me.  

The one guy who I had no affect on was Kevin who was the gayest
guy I ever met.  He started working with Ol after Ol saved him
from a gay bashing. Kevin was in love with Ol and was always
trying to seduce him with no effect.  Kevin was kind of klutzy
but he meant well and was totally loyal to Ol.  Then there was
Ragnar.  Ol swore that it was his real name. He handled security
of Ol. Somehow he earned the right to wear Hells Angles colors
even though he really wasn't in the club. Instead he worked for
Ol. He and I became friends and he really opened up to me.  I ask
him a lot of questions about Ol because there was something about
him that didn't fit. Ragnar gave me more information on Ol then
anyone else. He told that things about him self Ol that he never
told anyone else. He said that he never saw Ol be sexually
involved with anyone man or woman. They met when they were both
in prison in Georgia, after Ol saved him from being raped.  He
said that some people were Ol's girls, even guys, and he would
get them anything that they wanted no matter what. He said that
Ol made sure that no one hurt his girls or if they did he made
sure that they very, very sorry that they did.    
 
I got to see what he meant first hand one day when Ol and I were
hanging out at his office.  He got a call in on his private phone
from Lana.  She was a model who used to work with Ol. She quit
modeling and moved to California after married JarrahWillit.
Willit was a famous Australian action movie star.  Every movie of
his had the same plot he plays a martial arts expert who goes
undercover and get caught in a fight between the between the good
guys and the bad guys. The film always ends the same way with him
beating everyone up. 

Lana was hysterical: I could hear her crying on the phone. Jarrah
beat her up and she called Ol for help. I never saw anyone move
so fast. He got Ragnar and they headed for the airport.  He
assigned me to do all the dog work.  I had to start off and call
the mayor and tell him that his photo shoot had to be
rescheduled. Then I got Brian and told him what happened and he
took care of the business part. Ol called from the plane and told
me he had gotten the use of a furnished apartment close by the
studio.  I got the keys and checked the place out.  It was a
mess.  I started working cleaning up the place; the next thing I
knew it was 9 pm and someone was buzzing to get in.  I looked at
the monitor, of the lobby, and I saw it was two big thugs trying
to get in. I was scared at first until I remembered that Ol
called and told me he was sending over some security people. 
After said they knew Ragnar and showed me their Hells Angles
colors I let them in.    People in New York don't go around
pretending to be Hells Angles at least not for very long.  

I was there when Lana came in the next day with Ol and Ragnar. 
Her nose was broken and she had two black eyes.  She also had a
lot of bruises on her body. She didn't want anyone to see her. Ol
stayed with her the first night.  After that the place filled up
with help but there was till plenty to do.  Mostly I spend my
time doing errands for Ol or waiting in his office for his
instructions. We all knew that Jarrah would come after her. It
was just a matter of time.  About week after Lana came in I got
an anonymous call on Ol's private line that Jarrah was spotted in
New York.  The person hung before I could ask any questions.  No
one was around who could help.  Ol's cell phone was turned off
and so was Ragnar's.  Lana' apartment didn't have a phone:
Everyone uses cells. I got a taxi and went over to Lana's.  I
didn't know what I was going to do. I only hoped that Ol was
there.  


When I walked into Lana's building I saw Ol struggling with
someone in the stairway leading to the basement.  I ran to the
stairway but by the time I got there they disappeared.  I
carefully snuck down stairs.  I wanted to help Ol with out
getting myself into trouble. There was a hall at the base of the
stairs and I hear Ol talking to someone.  "Get the handcuff off
of him Ragnar." I snuck down the hall and at the end of the hall
there was a large basement room. Ol and Ragnar had someone who as
wearing handcuffs. Ragnar had a baseball bat under his arm and he
was taking handcuffs off the guy.  I couldn't see him at first
but when he spoke with his Australian accent I knew it had to be
Jarrah Willit.  He was rubbing his wrists. He turned and looked
at Ol.  "So what are you going to do now have your Hells Angel
friend try to beat me with a baseball bat?  Let him try.  I'll
take it away from him and shove it up his arse."  Ol was like a
different person.  He was pacing back and forth like a cat.  Not
a housecat more like a tiger.  Actually more like a man a real
man: strong, powerful, and deadly.  He said, "You may be right
about Ragnar but he isn't going to be fighting you."  "So, Lana's
queer friend is going to teach me a lesson?"   "At this point you
can insult me all you want, because, sir I am going to give you a
good thrashing." Jarrah laughed and said, I'm 6"4' and you are 5"
10' and I'm 240 and your about 170 lbs." "Size doesn't mean
anything to me, Mr. Willit."  Willit smiled and said, "I really
am the person you see in the movies.  I was all Pacific Tae Kwon
Do champion 4 years running and won mixed martial arts
competition in Japan Australia and China.  Where did you learn to
fight faggot?" 

Suddenly he punched Ol in the face. He stayed close to Ol
punching him again and again. I thought he was going to kill Ol.
I started to run out and help when Ol had some how wrapped
himself around Jarrah's arm and there was a loud crack.  Jarrah
fell on the floor. "You broke my arm. Are you satisfied" Ol was
back on his feet still holding Jarrah's arm. He bent at the arm
at the elbow and rotated the arm back over Jarrah's shoulder.
There was another loud crack and Jarrah started screaming. Ol
talked calmly like he was talking to himself. "I learned to fight
in Prison, asshole. 

Let's see I broke your elbow your shoulder and your nose. I knew
I forgot something." He punched Jarrah on the bridge of the nose
and it exploded with blood.  Then he started kicking the Jarrah
until he threw up.  "In prison they used to make guys like you
into woman." Then I saw something I never thought I would ever
see.  Willit was laying face down and he started puling down his
pants with his uninjured arm. "I'll give you what you want.  I
give you want you want. Just don't be so rough."  At first Ol
didn't know what to do. I never saw anyone look so shocked and
disgusted at the same time. Ol grabbed Willit's pony tail and
yanked him back on his butt. He said, "And they think I am gay
and you're straight.  I am not gay but if I were I wouldn't fuck
you with Ragnar's dick. You disgust me. 

What's the matter couldn't you get it up for a beautiful lady?"
"I could only do her when I was drunk."  Ol shook his head and
said, "I knew you were gay but I thought my doubts about you were
prejudice.  Guy guys sometime make the best husbands and she was
so in love."  Jarrah said "When she found out I only married her
to silence the rumors about me being gay she threatened to go to
the papers." "Well that wasn't very nice; I will have a talk with
her.  But she is one of my girls and no one hurts my girls. 

Now here is what is going to happen.  Lana will be here for a few
months. She needs counseling and after that she will be working
in Europe." "Isn't it stupid telling me where she going."  "It's
an act of kindness, far better then you deserve.  You better keep
track of her because if you two are in the same city you will
die."  Ol kicked him again, "Do you understand, you sack of
shit." All Jarrah could do was nod yes and throw up.  "If you
send any message to her or talk about her you will die. If you
mention her in an interview or answer any questions about her you
will die. You won't contest the divorce either. The papers have
already been filed. Even if she tries to see you it makes no
difference. If you two are in the same city you will die and you
will see it coming. There are Hells Angles every where, even in
Australia. Hells Angles are only a small part of my contacts. 
Everyone likes to look good.  I probably have taken the pictures
of more murders and psychopaths then any one else. I know I have
taken more pictures of Heads of State then anyone else. If you
are anybody I probably have taken your picture. Need I say more?
Everyone wants to look good.  There is there no where that you
can go or nothing that you can do that I won't know about.  

Now we come to why I brought my friend Ragnar along. Mr. Willit
have you ever heard the term guts meaning courage.  He kicked
Jarrah in the arm before he had a chance to respond.   Jarrah
screamed and rolled over on his back. There was no resistance
left.  "Yes, Yes.  I know what you mean."  "If people get the
right type of internal injuries they become very fearful.  It
always works. You are so dumb you will probably forget about this
beating in a week and get brave again."  Jarrah shook his head
saying that this was something he would never forget.  "But after
Ragnar is finished with you won't get brave ever again. It takes
a lot of skill to break someone up inside and not kill them.
That's Ragnar's talent. He is so good that he can write his own
ticket. It's lucky for me that he likes to work for me and
unlucky for you, very unlucky.

I had seen enough I tried to slip away but as I was moving down
the hall I heard some one yelling so I ran.  I ran up stairs and
through the lobby; into the street.  I ran and ran for I don't
know how long and then I slammed into someone and we fell down.
Who ever he was, he held me and protected me as we fell, taking
the brunt of the fall onto the sidewalk. I looked up and it was
Ol.  "I am not going to hurt you. Don't be afraid..." I was up
and on top of him hitting him and crying.  "I am not afraid I am
not afraid of you. Never say I doubt you. He held gently held my
arms until I stopped struggling.  "Why were you hitting me?" 
"You think I'm stupid. You think I am afraid. A Southern
Gentleman doesn't hurt ladies; even I know that. You're my hero:
I love you."  "Love me?"  "You are real man: You risked jail
protecting Lara's honor. You're my hero."  He helped me up. 
"Then why are you crying?" 'Why am I crying? Why am I crying? I'm
just a girl.  I never saw anyone beat up before."  We both
laughed.  I kissed him on the lips and hugged him. When I hugged
him he winced   "Are you hurt?"  "I think you hurt my shoulder
when you ran into me."  "I hurt you?  After you just beat up the
world's biggest badass!" We started to laugh again.  I was so
upset that I laughed and cried at the same time.  

"He was punching you in the face why didn't it hurt?" "Oh it hurt
me alright. He's really knows karate and he hits like a Georgia
Mule.  I was slipping his punches: His punches were only grazing
me but they still hurt.  I wanted him to hit me so I could grab
his arm and break his elbow." "You let him punch you in the face?
I will never understand men but you were so brave." I kissed him
again.  Then I pulled my self together and hailed a cab. I took
Ol to his doctor and the doctor bandaged his shoulder and gave
him a shot for the pain.    

It was after that that I finally felt I knew Ol well enough to
trust him. It was about a week after the fight that I finally got
up the nerve to tell him my big secret. I went to the shop early
before we usually go uptown and asked to talk to him in his
office. Once we were alone I started to get nervous. Ol must have
thought that I was going to leave. "Georgia you know you can
trust me."  "After you protected Lana I know I can trust you but
I am afraid you will be ashamed of me."  Ol looked surprised and
said, "Ashamed? After the way you helped me with Lana you are my
hero. I don't know any one who could have done a better job. You
were there for me and I will be there for you. I am a
photographer and I know you. You may think its bad but it's
really not that bad. You know that you can tell your fairy
Godmother anything." 

"It's terrible. I want to have sex my father." Ol smiled, "Half
of the girls in the city either are having sex with their fathers
or wish they were. Believe me when it comes to sex in this city I
know everything.  If it's an older guy you want I could arrange
something."   "Sure like I want to screw some 40 year old
businessman who is fat and bald.  I rather screw you."  Ol jumped
out of his chair.  I never saw him react like that before. I
could tell right away he wasn't angry. I don't think he knew what
he felt but I did. He sat down quickly and regained his
composure.   "Your father really is a hunk.  He could easily make
six figures as a model if he wanted to, but that not the reason
is it?"   "I am attracted to him but I want to be special, like
him. It like his life is a movie where he is the star and
everyone in my family, me included, is an extra.  We aren't even
actors we're extras. We just stand in the background but we don't
even get to say anything. I want to say something.   I want to be
someone."      

"First of all when did you decided to seduce him." "I don't know
it seems I always wanted him but after he moved to New York I
really started thinking about it." 
Ok, did you act on an impulse or did you have a plan?" "Both, I
was trying to put together a plan when I just acted. Jill you
know Jill Davenport was helping me"  "Well that's a shock."
"People think she is a prude but she just doesn't like models
getting ahead through sex. She says girls shouldn't be
prostitutes. She said she almost wished her father would do her
so he would pay attention to her."  "Well you could have no
better teacher me included. She is best model I ever saw.  She
can read people in an instant and she can act, but why didn't you
ask me for help?"  "I was afraid to tell anyone. I wouldn't have
said anything to Jill except she brought it up. After we got to
know each other she told me the first thing she noticed about me
was I had a fantasy about seducing my father.  She offered to
help. She got to take better care of my self like letting my
nails grow. She sent me to a doctor who helped me get ready for
sex and prescribed birth control pills. She gave me some
exercises to do so it wouldn't hurt to have sex the first time.
She taught me a lot about sex like how to kiss and act like I was
attractive."

"Still you should have come to me."  "I didn't trust you until
after the fight. There was something about that I didn't
understand about you but now I know that I can trust you."  Ol
shook his head and said, "Didn't you know that you are one of my
girls." "You never said I was until now.  Now that I know I am
one of your girls you have my promise. If I ever try anything
like this again I will tell you." 

 "Ok, that's settled. When did you start trying to seduce him?"
"It was right after Lana came to town.  Seeing her made me decide
to try it.  I was supposed to wait until Jill said I was ready. 
She said she had a plan all worked out for me but if I tried it
on my own I would blow it.  I think that she was hoping that I
would change my mind." "It seems that Jill doesn't know
everything.  Once you decide to do something nothing can stop
you." "I haven't seen her in over a month. I know she is very
busy trying to get some big contract.  I hadn't seen her in two
weeks before Lana came to town. Seeing what happened to Lana made
me feel impatient and I went ahead on my own.  I started rubbing
my breasts in his back and walking out of the shower nude.  Then
I even put on skirt and spread my legs for him but he just looked
away. He just ignored me like he always does." 



"Well he won't be ignoring you.  Wait just a damn minute what you
are going to do the next day?"  "The next day?" "This isn't a
movie where they roll the credits when your dad kisses you. There
is another scene. You wake up next to him in his bed, then what?"
 "Oh god I didn't think of that." "Well you must" "I only want to
do it once and disappear." "Like Cinderella, that's crazy?" He
look down and said, "But you really want this so. God let me
think." He closed his eyes and bent his head. The he leaned back,
 held his head and looked up. "Oh my God I am a Fairy Godmother.
I've got it. You can appear out of nowhere and then disappear
only to reappear like butterfly." "What are you talking about?"
He took his hands away and looked straight at me and said "I am
sorry but being a genius isn't easy. There will be a sexy Georgia
who will appear out of no where.  Then she will disappear only to
be replaced by a beautiful woman who will be both daughter and
escort for you father. 

Here is how we are going to do it. The day before your rendezvous
with dad you will  have a makeover an extreme makeover. It will
be so extreme that he won't recognize you. After a night of wild
sex you will slip away after he is asleep. Then the next day you
will have another extreme makeover. It will be so extreme that
you father won't recognize you from the night before." "Ol nobody
can do that." "Nobody but me that is, It's going to work because
your father isn't rational when it comes to one woman. Your
father and I share an obsession. We both love the same woman and
you will be that woman for one night." "Who?"  "Why do you think
you father called you Marilyn?" "No, you can't mean?" "Yes,
Georgia your real name is Marilyn and I am going to turn into
Marilyn, Marilyn Monroe.    

Before I could say anything we went into the shop and pulled
everyone in.  "This is going got be quick because I know you some
of you are busy. This it top priority. Georgia is going to be
having an extreme makeover soon.  I don't know when so don't ask.
I need a total written evaluation ASAP. That's: hair skin nails.
Then take samples and send them out to the lab. After you are
done send her up to the studio.  I will be waiting and I need to
take a lot of pictures." I was in still in shock. I went out into
the office and they started working on me.  Then I was sent up to
the studio and Ol had everything set up for the pictures. He took
all sorts of pictures both digital and film.  He even took
infrared pictures.

After he was finished we sat down and went over everything. Ol
said, "We have two weeks to pull it off. It's going to be tight
but we can do it. Thankfully I already know your hair nails and
skin are in top shape. The whole thing is perfect because you
were going to have a make over anyway. I have already been
planning it for over a month. I knew you wanted to go places with
your father and be his escort. I talked him into taking you to a
gala at the Lincoln Center which will be taking place in two
weeks. "He never told me anything about it." Ol shock his head
and said, "He doesn't deserve you but his indifference will make
our job easier. 

I have been training you to your father's escort with out your
knowing it."  "You mean, kind of like the movie Karate Kid where
he teaches the kid wax on and wax off."  "Just like wax on wax
off, only it was going to the theater and parties and wearing
evening dresses for pictures." "You did that for me? You knew
about my fantasy." "Yes, I saw something in you that Jill didn't
see. I must admit that I feel jealous of her.  Here she is a
little slip of a girl and she sees something about one of my
girls that I missed. I hate to think what she will be like when
she gets to be my age. 

What makes this perfect is the day before you go to the gala it's
a full moon; the second full moon of the month and that makes it
a blue Moon."  Ol could see from my expression that I didn't know
what he meant. "A full moon comes every 28 day so having two full
moons in a month only happens rarely. It's nothing really but its
sort of an urban legend that the Blue Moon is magical.  Your
father really is a brilliant man when it comes to business but he
is often unaware and gullible when it comes to things that are
happening around him. When I finished with him he will believe in
magic.

That night Ol had my dad come over to his place to tell him that
his fantasy was going to be fulfilled.  He wanted me to eavesdrop
from the bedroom so I knew the plan.  "Major it will be a Blue
Moon in two weeks."  "Don't tell me that you believe in that
nonsense?" "Haven't I done the miraculous for you at times?" "Yes
you have done things that could only be described as magical."  
"Well in two weeks on the night of the blue moon I will give you
your fantasy, if you want it."  "Impossible." It got real ironic
at that point. "You can't be mean Marilyn?" "Yes I am talking
about Marilyn.  She isn't Marilyn Monroe of course but someone as
beautiful; a blond bomb shell.  She will be an up dated version
of her. She will be taller and thinner and her face will be as
beautiful."  "What am I going to have to do?"  "First you will
have to accept that Marilyn will appear as an act of magic on my
part. You must give me your word that you won't be asking me who
she really is or investigating where she came from or try to find
her." "Ok, if this happens then I will really owe you." "On
Friday August 30 after you leave for work you won't go back to
your place until its 9 pm. Instead you will come here between 6
and 7 pm for dinner. Along with dinner we will be having a few
drinks and we will be smoking marijuana."  "Marijuana?  I don't
do drugs."  "You did once you told me."  "I was young then.  I
don't want a scandal."  "Well this night will also be a scandal
if it gets out. If you don't want it." "Now wait a minute. I
didn't say I wouldn't do it. I will do what ever it takes." "Ok
that's better."  "What about Georgia?"  "Don't worry she is going
to be staying at a friend's house. I already made the
arrangements.  You will have their phone number."  

"Speaking of Georgia, remember the very next night will be her
debut as your escort. Have you gotten the tickets for the gala at
the Lincoln Center and have you told Georgia that you are taking
her?"  "The mayor already had two tickets sent over to my office.
I haven't had a chance to talk to Georgia lately. She has been
spending a lot of time helping your friend Lana, but we are going
out for dinner tonight. She isn't going to be wearing jeans to
the Gala, is she?"  "I will transform your little girl into a
woman with the help of the Blue Moon."  "My dad gave a chuckle
and said, That Blue Moon must be really big mojo, eh." "Major you
have no idea. On that night she will be totally changed.  Her
hair will be cut and a new color.  She won't be dressed like a
little girl. She will be wearing an evening gown. She will be an
adult and great escort for you. You need to discuss the whole
thing with her tonight. I think you will be surprised about how
sophisticated she is.  She will be staying over night at a friend
house on the 30th. You won't be seeing her until 6 pm on the 31st
unless you join us at Camera.  She will be having a totally make
over.  I doubt that you will recognize her. On the night you go
to the gala take her to a nice place for dinner; brief her and
have the two of you work out a game plan for the night."   


The next two weeks were very busy. The only thing that stayed the
same was my working out and doing the exercises that Jill gave me
to do; it involved squeezing my pussy.  The doctor it called them
kegel exercise. I don't think that Jill knew it was called that.
I did it all the time anyway and I could do it for hours.  I also
worked on something Jill showed me about not having a gag reflex.
I had a lot of fittings mostly for underwear.  I was fitted for
three handmade dresses.  One of them would be for the night and
the other two would be for later when, I became a normal person.
The one for the night was the famous one from the seven year
itch. It was a billowy, white crepe halter-top dress with a
pleated skirt. On my own I would have never believed that I could
carry it off but I believed that Ol would some how work a
miracle.


They stripped off all my body hair not only from my underarms and
the other place but from every place but the top of my head of
course. They removed most of it with a laser.  Then they did a
lot of things with my skin.  Ol said that my skin didn't need
make up but with all the hair removal it needed extra care.  Ol
said they were going to use a special make up for that night.  It
was movie make up and wouldn't come off.  Even the lip stick
which looked very shiny and soft would be permanent until it was
taken off. The makeup would make my skin whiter and look not as
rosy as it usually looked. It contained real pearls and an
ultraviolet pigment so I would seem to glow especially in the
moonlight and the night was going to be a full moon.  Best of
all, the make up will feel both to me and anyone who touched me
like it was my real skin.   


The two weeks went fast and I was so anxious that I couldn't
sleep the night before. I finally went over to Ol's about 6 am. 
He was still asleep but he didn't mind me coming over, I did it
all the time.  Actually his place seemed more like home then my
own place. I played around on his computer setting up a play list
of songs for tonight. After he got up I made us both breakfast.


We got to Camera early because there was so much to do. They
closed the shop and kept me in the back and wouldn't let me see a
thing. I was in the chair for hours.  It really doesn't take that
long if you are just going to the hair dressers but if you want
the best it takes much, much longer.  Ol even sent a sample of my
hair to a lab.  He ran the dozens of pictures into the computer
and planned out my look. I still didn't know what it was. 

He had a team of people work on me.  He wasn't going to be there
until the experts, as he called them, were finished. He got a
colorist from Clairol in Stamford, Connecticut to come in and
mixed everything up from scratch. He striped and colored my hair.
After my hair was colored I couldn't help but see it was platinum
blond. Then someone else cut my hair and then the colorist set
it.

After my hair was done I noticed that I was getting more and more
impatient to have sex. You would think that I would be getting
more and more anxious as the day want on. I think that girls are
scared the first time they have sex because they aren't in
control and aren't the ones who are doing the work. After being
worked on for over three hours I want to see how I looked and I
wanted to have sex. I think that sitting in the chair with
nothing to do but squeeze my pussy made have played a part too.
It was the first time that I ever felt horny.  

Then it was time for the makeup. A makeup artist who worked for a
movie company came in and put on the body makeup. Then she
covered me with power from head to toe.  Then she made up my
face. She used about five different shades red of lipstick and
put on some pale violet and lavender eye shadow.  Ol's manicurist
did my nails bright red to match the lip stick.  The makeup
artist helped me get dressed. They had me put on the 7 year itch
dress with matching high heals, garter belt and stockings and a
pushup bra.   

After everything was done, Ol came in the room but then Brian
came in and told Ol that he had a call from the mayor.  Ol had to
take it because we still weren't able to reschedule his photo
shoot and there was an election coming up. I couldn't stand it. 
I ran out of the back and into the shop and looked in the mirror
but I wasn't there. There were other people in the mirror but
none of them was me.  I actually wondered if he made me invisible
so I started making faces and then there was a beautiful woman in
the mirror making faces back at me.  She was a blond bomb shell
like Marilyn: It was me.  It was me. I ran out of the shop but
stopped and realized that I had to stop running way. Somehow, I
had already collected a crowd of males. A teenage boy asked if I
were Marilyn Monroe.  A car actually pulled over and a man got
out.  Well this was enough of me running way.  I asked the men to
walk me back to Camera. I told them I walked right by it and it
was only a half a block away. About 5 guys formed my first
entourage.  When I got back to the shop, Ol opened the door for
me.  I thanked the group for their help:  I bent my knees and
bent over just a little, smiled, blew them a kiss and went
inside. Ol locked the door and gave me a hug. I was proud that he
didn't have to save me and so was he. 

We went over to a mirror. In my Marilyn voice I said, "My God,
Mr. Ol what have you done?  "You can do her voice." Sure, I
practiced watching her movies with Jill." "That girl, will
wonders never cease."  Ol showed me some pictures. The first one
was a picture of the famous National Geographic cover with the
picture of the Afghani girl on it. "Look at her.  No one in the
world was as beautiful as she. She was in a class by her self.
Lucky for her, she didn't know it until many years later.  She
was so beautiful that people searched for her until they found
her tribe and then they gave the tribe money and food to the
tribe because she had been so beautiful.  You are that
beautiful."  "But I'm ugly I have monster eyes and hay for hair."
He showed me a picture of Marilyn Monroe as a child. "She has big
eyes and hair like me. Her hair was thick like mine and like me
she had a lot of it."  "Yes my dear the strands of your hair are
very thick." I learned about hair when I was learning to take
pictures of models so I said, "You mean I have the best kind of
hair?" "Honey, you have the best of everything, Remember the Bond
Girl who didn't want you on the set.  She said you were so
beautiful that being around you made her feel ugly. All the
models could see it: Anyone in the business could see how
beautiful you are. No one said anything because they understood
how shy you were." 

Brian came up he was frantic. "Ol do something.  There trying to
break into the shop."  They hustled me into the back room and
took off the dress.  They put me back into my sweatshirt and
jeans, which I hated all the sudden, and they covered my hair
with a scarf.  Then Ol, Brian, the makeup woman and I snuck out
the back and went up to Ol's.    

After we got to Ol's Brian took a big box filled with light bulbs
out of a closet. Then he took the light bulbs and the makeup
woman took my clothes over to my place. I expected to go with
them but Ol took me into the kitchen. He poured us both a glass
of Champaign, and then he produced a plate with 4 brownies.  We
are both are going the share some brownies.  I knew right way
they had marijuana in them. I said, "I never had marijuana
before." "Don't worry, you won't even feel it.  For dad not to
recognize you he has to be high and if you're not high too he
will seem like a jerk to you." "It looks like I will be doing a
lot of new things tonight."  "Don't worry that's the best way. If
you are going to be doing new things then go all the way.
Tomorrow, the marijuana will give the night the feel of a dream,
but you will know that it really happened." One thing I wasn't
was worried. I was impatient, honey and  ready for anything. I
ate the brownies. 

After that we walked into the living room.  Ol said, "Sit down
Georgia." We sat.  He looked me straight in the eye and said,
"Truly beautiful women live in a different world.  You attract
crowds.  You can say most anything to a man and he will believe
your ever word is transcendent wisdom.  After tonight it will be
a years before you become the blond bombshell again. Hopefully
you will be famous first so you won't get type cast.  Tomorrow I
will transform you in to a beautiful woman who will look very
different.  The emphasis will be on your eyes not your mouth.  I
have several magazines covers lined up for you including,
Cosmopolitan."  I realized that Ol could get people anything they
wanted even if they didn't know they wanted it. I said, "Thank
you. I didn't know it but it's that's what I really, really
want." It was a good excuse so jumped up and gave him a kiss on
the mouth. 

Ol stood up and said, "Come on let's get you dressed." "Sorry Ol
but I would rather have the makeup woman help me. She knows
wardrobe" Ol, always the Southern Gentleman said, "Suit yourself.
I am going to back to the shop. Oh, you should know that Brian is
putting in special light bulbs in the living room and your
father's room. They work like regular light 3 way light bulbs but
they also give off ultraviolet light. You can't see the light but
it will make everything look different. Your face won't look the
same in the light but you will still look very beautiful. The
light along with the high heals will make you look taller. Your
complexion will look white with a slight bluish cast and the
lights and the makeup together will make you actually glow.  Oh,
and make sure that Brian sets the lights to their lowest setting.
You know Brian." "You really planned everything out didn't you?"
"Knowing your father I expect your father will try to come over
early. That's why after Brain changes the light bulbs he supposed
to wait on the street to intercept your father."  As I left I
heard Ol call after me. "Make sure you drink all the Champaign
it's too good to waste. "  

I entered the living room through the French door only to see
Brian knock over a lamp and then fall down when he was tying to
pick it up.  I helped Brian to his feet and picked up the picked
up the lamp.  I went into my bed room and Brian followed me
holding a light bulb. I told Brian that he didn't need to change
any bulbs in my room.  Brian handed one of the light bulbs and
ran off.  

I told the woman that I thought the Sever Year Itch dress was
something Ol would like but it was too gay for my father. She
agreed and after looking through the outfits we decided that the
matching red high heels, garter belt and push up bra worked
better.   I took off my clothes went into the bathroom and
cleaned up. The makeup women powdered me all over my body and
face and freshened up the lip stick.  She showed me how to put on
the power and lip stick.  It worked a little different from the
make up I was used to, but I already had made up plenty of models
before, so it wasn't hard to learn. Then she helped me put on the
underwear. 

I told the woman to leave.  I was going to take off my underwear
and rest a little. Ol was going to call me about a half an hour
before my dad came over so I could get ready.  I needed a nap
with all the running around. After the women left Brian came into
the room and did a double take. Even Gay Brian was aroused.  I
realized that I must really be something.  "I, I" He kept looking
down at my body. "Fa" "Got, Got" I had to step in so I said to
him what I thought he was trying to say. "I got everything done
and now I am going to leave." Brian turned to go and said over
his shoulder.  "You got me excited and now I'm all flustered.  I
am going to stand guard."  

After he left, I took off my clothes. Then when I was about to
lie down, I saw the light bulb on the bed.  I figured that Brian
forgot to put a bulb in the lamp that he knocked over. I put on
my bathrobe and walked into the living room. It was just as I
thought. I just finished putting the bulb in when someone barged
into the apartment.  It had to be dad.  I dove under the couch
not a minute too soon.  He had brought in flowers for the place.
There were so many that I could smell the perfume. I couldn't
believe he got by Brian. I tried to call Ol but cell was in the
pocket of my robe and I was so jammed up under the couch that I
couldn't get to it.  I managed to wiggle it out of my pocket and
onto the floor.  Then I slowly managed to bend over enough to
reach the phone.  I called Ol and he couldn't hear me at first
because he was on the street.  I kept whispering he's here, he's
here.  Finally Ol got it.  

Ol flew into the apartment. "Major what are you doing?" "Flowers.
 I was in my office and I realized the place needed flowers." 
"You know you weren't supposed to come here until dark."  "I
brought her a diamond bracelet."  "Come on." "We have to leave
now.  No gifts I told you that. She is a magical creature and if
you give her something it will destroy you both." I managed get
out from beneath the sofa fast enough to see Ol push dad out the
apartment.  

I sat down on the couch for a minute to steady my nerves.  When I
got up to walk back into my room I heard someone behind me
saying, "Champaign."  I almost jumped out of my skin. I whorled
around: It was Brian "Brian what the hell are you doing here? You
said you were going to watch for dad. He almost caught me." "You
got me so confused that I forgot to tell you tell you that I
forgot the Champaign." "Brian just put the Champaign in the
fridge and set out some glasses I am going to bed."  I went in
and lay down. 

The next thing I knew the cell was vibrating.  It was Ol saying,
"Hurry, I don't think I can hold him."  I never talked to Ol like
that before but I said, "You can and you will: Do your job so I
can do mine."  I didn't wait for a reply.  I hung up and got
myself ready.
It was ten to nine and I was in the living room trying to find
the best way to drape myself over the couch.  I finally found a
good spot and was going crazy with anticipation when I realized
that I forget the Champaign. I ran into the kitchen and got the
Champaign and the glasses. Brian actually set them out. With
wonders never cease.  I got back to the living room and put the
glasses down on the end table next to the couch. I was trying to
open up the Champaign when suddenly there was a loud pop, the
cork flew across the room and the Champaign erupted. I looked up
and there he was standing in front of me. 

The first thing he said was, "Marilyn!" I though at first he
recognized me but no I could see he was already aroused. I poured
the Champaign and put the bottle down on the end table. I picked
up the glasses and handed him one.  I took a sip and he looked at
me from head to toe. Then he took a little drank from the glass.
His expression showed that he wasn't at all interested in
Champaign. He took the glass out of my hand and put both glasses
down on the end table. He kissed me passionately and his tongue
penetrated my mouth.  I was my first real kiss. He pushed me down
on the couch and kept kissing me. I became caught up in his
passion and I had to get my bra off.  I tried to get up but he
grabbed me the bra strap, and yanked me back down on the couch
and unhooked it.    I pulled off my bra and flung it away as far
as I could. Then I turned and started kissing him.  

I took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.  Then I started
kissing his chest. When I licked his nipples he started shaking
like he was having a fit.  Then he suddenly rolled me over and
tried to get up. It was my chance to drag him back down by this
shirt and pulled it off.  He turned and started kissing me again
and while he was doing it he threw his clothes in every
direction.  Somehow he pulled me to my feet and yanked down my
garter belt and stockings which caused me to fall back on the
couch. He jump on top of me and started kissing my lips. When he
grabbed my tits, I when crazy and I franticly kicked off my high
heals.  He kissed me deeply and then started sucking my tits.
Meanwhile I managed to grab the top of one of the stockings and
ripped it off of the garter belt.  He grabbed out of my hand and
pulled it off and threw it away.  He fell at my feet and pulled
off the garter belt and the other stocking. When he turned and
threw them away I jumped on his back and started kissing his
neck. He some how got his shoes off.  Then he stood up and I was
sliding off of him until I grabbed him his belt and hung on. I
undid his belt and as I was pulling opening his fly his pants
ripped. I pushed him over and as I stood up I yanked his torn
pants off and threw them somewhere.  By the time I did that he
had gotten his underpants off.  I look down and saw his erect
prick and I went for it.   I fell on his cock and swallowed it
and for a second I didn't know what to do but he took over. He
rolled me over and started fucking my mouth.  I realized then
that I didn't think of him as dad or Major, he was a man, my man.
I frigged my self while he fucked me in the mouth.  He was
pulling my head back and forth while he was thrusting his dick in
my mouth.  All the sudden I could hear him groaning.  I could
actually taste his come.  He kept pushing his scum down my throat
with his big dick.  When he stopping started I want more so I
started sucking his dick like nipple.  He was groaning and
writhing around and I kept sucking until his dick got  small.  

I knew things weren't over but I wanted to do it in bed so I made
a mad dash of his bed room. He ran after me and tackled me just
before I got to his bed.  He rolled me over and started to eat
me.  He licked my pussy and when he licked my clit I went nuts. I
started pushing my pelvis up and down.  He grabbed my ass and
held on. Then he pushed his tongue inside of me and pushed his
tongue against the base of my pussy and I was in total ecstasy. 
He kept going back between the base of my pussy and my clit and I
kept moving up and down.  After a while I felt goose flesh all
over my body and then waves and waves of pleasure swept over me.
I couldn't move up and down any more so I pushed his face against
my cunt and I came in his mouth. "Oooh aaaah aah ah oooh.  The
pleasure was so intense I bent my legs and spread them inviting
him to fuck me but instead, Major picked me up and held my in his
arms. 

He pulled the covers and dropped me on the bed.  Then he got on
top of me and started kissing me again. He covered my face with
kisses. Then he gently fondled my breasts while he explored my
mouth with his tongue.  He bent his knees and pushed his dick up
against my pussy. He rubbed it up and down along my slit and
everything he hit my clit I cried out with pleasure. I could see
from his face he was savoring the experience but I wanted him. I
couldn't take the suspense and said, "Fuck me please fuck me,"
His answer was to gently push his penis up in my slit but not in
me.  I was rocking back and forth on his dick trying to pull him
in. He acted like he prick was too big for him to fit inside.
Just before he just entered me, I was so frantic with pleasure I
said, "Split me in half.  Kill me with your dick. Kill me kill
me." He smiled at my desperation and entered me. Just of the head
of it was in and he was vibrating it inside me. He would slowly
push his penis in like it took a great deal of effort and then he
pull back and give my pussy a little fuck. Then he would push it
in a little father and repeat the process. He moved deep and
deeper into me with excruciating slowness. It was nothing short
of sweet torture. I felt so good that it hurt. He made me feel
grateful for every inch that he penetrated.  Then suddenly he
grabbed my ass and shoved it all the way in. He was in me and I
was no longer a virgin; he looked down on me as I shaped my pussy
around his dick.  I could see the conquest in his eyes and I felt
proud to have caught him.  He was mine at that moment it was the
first time he really paid attention to me and treated me like I
was important.  Then he slowly started pumping me again.  He kept
fucking me I got higher and higher then I came again and then I
said, "I'm coming.  Oh God.  I'm coming. Ooooh aaaah." 

 Then we rolled over and I was on top.  I fucked him by instinct.
 I never saw a girl on top before but I was so aroused that
somehow I knew what to do. I kept fucking him and letting the
tingling in my skin turn into orgasms.  His dick got really big
and started fucking him faster and faster.  The he tried to get
on top.  We wrestled because we both wanted to be on top.  I was
on top and then he was. We kept going back and forth like that
and rolling around on the bed.  We were too full of passion to
really know what we were doing.  We kept rolling around until we
got all tangled up in the covers.  We were both trapped together
wrapped up in the covers and we couldn't move. I couldn't feel
his prick and I wondered if he was still hard so I tried the
kegel exercise on him. When I squeezed his cock he went nuts and
started yelling. I couldn't believe his reaction so I squeezed it
again.  "OOOh ahh, that's it baby.  No one ever did that to me
before." Well I already knew that if something works keep on
doing it.  So I relaxed and squeezed it again. "Good God.  I
never dreamed. Aaah Aaah."  I looked in the face and trapped his
eyes. I said, now I have you.  You're mine." I experimented with
squeezing him and I found that I could pull him inside me and
then relax and do it again. My man said you planned this! You're
a goddess" I never thought the kegel to could give a such man
pleasure. I wondered for moment if Jill knew about his. I kept
going. This was what I always wanted.  I had him, I had my FATHER
in my power and I was going to give him the experiences of his
life.  I kept milking his dick.  "This is the best. You're
milking me.  You're milking me. God this is unbelievable."  I
just kept milking him.   I just worked it and worked it.  Then I
settled back into a rhythm and started kissing him.  I put my
tongue into his mouth and explored it.   I could feel his dick
responding to my kisses.  I broke this kiss and said, "I love
you. I love you." This got him even more excited. Then I covered
his face with kisses.  Major responded and said, "I am so excited
I can't move.  What are you doing to me?  I never knew I never
knew..."  He never got a chance to answer.  I bore down and
pumped him harder and faster.  Suddenly he responded.  I could
feel his penis twitching inside me.  He responded by yelling, "Oh
god ah ah ah my Oh Gaaa ah ah ah ah God.  I'm coming. I'm coming.
Oh my God God God  god Damn ooh aaaaah." The Major started
thrashing around and started pushing his hands around my butt. He
finally got his hands around my ass cheeks and pulled me to him
as hard as he could. " Oh oh oh ahhhhaaa. Major writhed and
writhed around and then asked me to stop. "Stop Stop I can stand
it." Not a chance I was in charged and I kept milking him. You're
killing me. I'm begging. Stop. Ooooo ahhh." I couldn't feel his
come inside of me but I knew he was coming so I kept it up.
"OOOOH ahhh. Oh oh oh oh aaaaaah."  Then his penis stopped
twitching and started to shrink. I kept milking him.  "Oh God
thank you for not stopping. Oh God. He kissed me and ran his
tongue down my throat. Then he broke the kiss and passed out. I
unwrapped us from the covers by rolling us around and pulling the
covers off. He was so still I checked his pulse but he was fine.
I was pretty proud of my first sexual experience.  I controlled
the man I most idolized and admired and I was the one who walked
away.                     

The first thing I did was go to my room and put on my bathrobe
and slippers.  I found my clothes if you can call them that. I
had no idea how wild we got until I started to look for them.
They were all over the apartment. I put my bra, garter belt and
stockings in plastic garbage bag. I took the bag to the trash
shoot and poured a bottle of beach over everything and shoved the
bag down they shoot.  Most everything was made of silk so the
bleach should have dissolved everything by morning.  

Then I went back to the apartment.  I filled the tub and cleaned
my self up inside and out. Then I restyled my hair.  My body make
up was in pretty good shape.  After a good powering from head to
toe and freshening up the make up, I looked even better then I
did at the beginning of the night.  I put on the famous white
dress that Ol gave me but first I put on the matching white
shoes, garter belt and stocking, and a push up bra. I found the
bottle of champagne and the two glasses on the end table next to
the couch. There was some Champaign left in them. Between us we
didn't even finish even one glass.  

It was midnight when I stepped out on the balcony. I walked over
to Ol's side. I opened the French doors and entered Ol's living
room. The first thing I heard when I entered the apartment his
alarm clock was going off. I guess he thought that I would fall
asleep in dad's bed and he would have to come and get me.  He
probably thought that he would have to carry me to his spare
bedroom and while I slept he would have to clean up dad's
apartment. 

I turned on his computer and opened up a play list of love songs
that I had already made up this morning on Ol's computer.  I
linked it to his sound system.  He was washing his face in the
bathroom when Rainy Night in Georgia came on. I turned out the
lights in the living room.  The light from the computer and the
moonlight meant that you could see well enough to move around but
you couldn't see any details. He hadn't really gotten a good look
at me as Marilyn.  I was counting on that and I was hoping that
the Blue Moon would do magic with the timing of play list of love
songs.  

He came into the living room and went to turn on the lights but I
asked him not to. 'Georgia on My Mind' with Righteous Brother
came on.  He sat down next to me. He seemed worried and said,
"How did it go?"  "It was great but that's not what I want to
talk about. Come sit down and have some Champaign. "Is this is
the same bottle I got for you and your dad?" "Yes, but dad
couldn't be bothered with Champaign he had other things on his
mind. "So how was dad, anyway?"  "He's asleep. What happened
between me and Major is his story, history if you will, but this
is your story. Know your role." "And what is my role."  I drank
the glass of Champaign and poured myself another. "Finish your
Champaign and I will tell you." He drank his glass of Champaign
"Now that's a good boy." I refilled his glass. If you don't
finish it we will have to have it for breakfast. He finished his
glass and I poured him another." "Georgia, are you trying to make
me drunk?" "Yes, I need you both drunk and high." 

 
Ol, do you remember when you discovered that you were gay.  "Sure
it was right after my mother died."  "Except you're not." "Not
what?' "Gay"  "What do you mean not gay?" "Aren't gay guys, guys
who do it with other guys?" "Yes." "You don't do it with other
guys, do you?"  "I am not active. It's too dangerous." "But you
never did it with a guy or anyone else. Remember when I told you
I had trouble trusting you, but I didn't know why. Everything
became clear when you told Willit that you weren't gay." "You
heard that, did you?" "You keep telling people you were out with
Alex when your mother died?" "Yes." "Her name was Alexandra
Watts, wasn't it?" "How did you know?" "I did a little checking
after your conversation with Willit."  "I never said I was out
with a boy." "But you let everyone think it, didn't you. You
mother didn't like her." "My mother said she was White Trash and
she was right, if I only listened to her.  When I met her that
night I saw it. I realized that I only went out with her because
I thought she would have sex with me. We fought and instead of
going home I got drunk."  "And after you found out about your
mother's death you made a promise didn't you. You promised that
you would never want a woman." "How did your know?"  "I know a
lot of things; it was then that you started dreaming about,
Marilyn Monroe." "How can you know that?"  "We are both part of
the same wish. I wanted to be beautiful and you wanted a woman
who was so beautiful that she cold seduce you out of your promise
to be gay: someone to overwhelm your defenses.  

We both need this." The computer started playing 'Dream a little
Dream of Me' with Cass Elliot.  "Underneath it all you're shy.
You went out with Alex because you thought she was the only one
who would have sex with you.  You work with the most beautiful
woman in the world and by being by gay you never had to take any
chances. And, being a southern Gentleman, you were too honorable
to seduce anyone. So I am going the have to be the dishonorable
one because I need this too.  If you look at Marilyn Monroe in
her films you can see that underneath it all she had a desperate
look about her?  She didn't believe that she was beautiful even
though she that was what she was supposed to be.  Jill Davenport
and I went over all of Marilyn's films again and again. You can
see it written all over her.  No one she loved let her know how
beautiful she was because they wanted to possess her. To make it
worse in the 50s anyone who was different was treated like a
freak. The public thought she was a freak because they afraid of
her beauty and that drove her to her death. If I am going to go
around looking this beautiful I am going to need your love and
protection." "You have that but what would you have me do?  I
can't fake something I don't feel..."  "And I wouldn't want you
to. All I want is a chance Mr. Ol. Please take a little change on
this Georgia Girl." "I can't say no, to you Georgia." I took his
hand and led him out on the balcony..

The full moon was brilliant.  It was perfect night for lovers.
The air was warm and smelled fresh because there had been a brief
shower, earlier.  The clouds had fled but the cool breeze that
had chased them away still remained. The moon light cast a magic
glow that made you feels that you floating under an ocean of
moonlight.


We stood next to each other on the balcony looking at the moon.
'Blue Moon' with the Ella Fitzgerald came on. I leaned my breast
into his arm. He reacted and said this is just too dangerous." I
started talking like Marilyn. "I'm not dangerous."  "Oh yes you
are. You don't know how dangerous." "Well may be. Any girl can be
dangerous on a night like this." "Georgia you aren't just any
girl." "But I am still a girl: A girl who was made for you on
this special night." "But what will happen tomorrow. "Tomorrow I
will probably turn back into a pumpkin and you will turn back
into my Fairy Godmother. But we are here together in this magic
world.  Don't abandon me like they did Marilyn."  He took me in
his arms and said, "I will never abandon you."

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him as hard as I could.
 I called his name and swung him around, so his back was against
the railing. So far he never really had gotten a good look at me
as Marilyn in the famous dress.  This was my first real test. I
took a deep breath and stepped back illuminated by the moon gave
him his first real look at me. He actually looked shocked for a
second.  "Marilyn!  Georgia! Is it you?" 

I stepped forward and looked him in the eye and I said, "Listen
up Private, you need someone to make a man out of you and I am
just the girl to do it." I looked at him and trapped his eyes.
Then I bent over at the waist and shook my hair. At the same time
I pulled the halter top over my head but I held the dress against
my breasts with my arms while  I ran my hands though my hair.
Then I straightened up still shaking my head. I opened up my arms
and the top of the dress fell to my waist. The dress was made to
cling and with a 20" waist it hung on my hips.  I acted like I
didn't notice and instead looked down my exposed breasts and
looked surprised like I didn't realize that they were exposed. I
acted like I became shy and covered them with my hands. Then I
started fondling them and breathing heavy. Then I opened my eyes
and looked down at my at the dress hanging on my hips. I gave a
little pout. I produced a confused look like I didn't know why
the dress didn't fall off. Then push down on the dress and
started wiggling; Then I did a little hula dance as I pushed the
dress off. I stepped out of the dress and kicked it aside.
'Moonlight in Vermont' with Ella Fitzgerald came on.

The garter belt and a push up bra left both my nipples and my
pussy exposed. I stepped back to let him get a better look. I
could already see something stirring in his pants. Then I stepped
forward and reached for him "Hold me I'm cold."  He took me in
his arms.  "Georgia it's not that cold."  "It's a lot warmer in
your bedroom."  "Now, Georgia."  I took his hands and put them on
my breasts.  Then I reached underneath with my right hand and
took his right hand and moved it down to my cup my pussy and then
I pushed his middle finger inside of me."  He started fingering
me right away.  "Don't you want this juicy little Georgia peach?"
 Oh God, Georgia..." "I am not a god; just a woman."  "Do you
really mean it? Do you really want me to fuck you?"  "Of course."
"I didn't believe you were serious until now. Are you actually
going to let me fuck you?"  "I couldn't stop you, Mr. Ol: I am
completely in your hands."   I could see him change at that
moment. He became a man again like he was back at the fight.  

He literally swept me off of my feet and carried me into his
bedroom. The covers were already pulled back. He gently put my
down on the bed and I watched as he undressed for me.  I looked
at him; bend my knees outward and I fingered myself.  When he saw
what I was doing.  I said "Please don't be ashamed of me, it's
just that you are so beautiful and sexy." This pushed him past
the point of no return. I knew he was going to do me or die
trying. He was fully erect and he was big. Bigger then I
expected. They say gay guys are big. I could tell by the way he
looked at me he wasn't gay at least not any more.  He reached
down and helped me up.  He gave me a passionate kiss. After he
broke the kiss, he turned me around and kissed my back and
shoulder. He unhooked my bra and threw it across the room and
then he started fondling my breasts.  He started kissing me on
the neck and shoulder. He turned around and around kissing my
face back and neck. The turning made me dizzy and excited. 

He stopped me and gave me a full passionate kiss. Then he broke
the kiss and gave me a little lip kiss. Then he kissed my neck.
He kept kissing me until he worked his way down to my nipples.
Then he licked and sucked them.  He started making little circles
on my skin with his tongue. He bent his knees and licked my
stomach.  It was so intense feeling him go down on me that I was
afraid that I was going to faint. Finally he was he kneeling
between my legs. He kissed my pussy.  My knees buckled when he
drove his tongue inside of me.  I put my hands on his head to
steady myself and pull him closer. 

He pulled down the garter belt and my stockings.  Then he lowered
me to the floor. He kissed my pussy as he removed my shoes and
stockings.  He broke off kissing my pussy and gave my lips a full
kiss.  He explored my mouth as I wrapped my legs around him
trying to pull him into me.  He broke the kiss.  "Now I am in
charge."  He picked me up and threw me on the bed.  Then like a
cat his was on top of me.  He hadn't entered me but he was
between my bent legs.  He was giving me sweet kisses. His kissed
my cheeks and my forehead. Then he kissed my eyelids and the tip
of my nose which gave me chills. When he ran his tongue in my ear
and I almost went out of my mind. He pressed his penis against my
pussy.  I said, "Why don't you take a stab at it." Well he went
crazy. He shoved it in and started fucking me.  He was banging me
like lost his mind.  I was scared and was hanging on for dear
life and then he came. "Oh uah aaaah. AAAH ooou ooou aaaaah" He
didn't come all that long. I let out a sigh of disappointment. 
"Don't worry Georgia you ain't seen nothing yet. I have been
working with the most beautiful woman in the world and I have
years of lust for woman that I haven't been able to express until
now. You are in for a night that few woman even dream of." 

He kissed me and he started to get hard again. He covered me
again with sweet kisses and then he pushed his tongue into my
mouth and down my throat and he was totally hard again.  He
pulled himself up and triumphantly looked at me impaled on his
cock. "Now my dear you we are going to take turns coming."  Then
he started fucking again.  He did wonderful things with his
penis.  He kept finding places in me that I didn't know existed
and giving them and me pleasure.  Somehow he knew how to rub my
clit while he was fucking me.  When he rubbed my clit the
pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.  Then he would
shift back to my g-spot and plow his cock along the bottom of my
pussy. I got so caught up in the pleasure that I faded out.  The
next thing I knew my skin felt all tingly and waves of pleasure
were pulsing through me. Somehow Ol knew and disapproved.  "I'm
sorry but I can't let you do that, not now." I didn't say
anything because he was in control.  He went back to pleasuring
different parts of me.  But when the tingling started some how he
knew and shifted his penis and the tingling would stop.  I
murmured a few times for him to let me come but he told me to be
quiet and just give myself to him.  His pumping me got me so high
that it frightened me. By that time I felt like I was glowing. 
He was fucking me very fast and I felt like I was on fire. 

Then I felt something deep inside of me. It felt different then
the tingling in my skin. My uterus started to pulse. There was
pleasure but it wasn't soft or nice.  It was so intense that it
kicked my ass. It felt like a bomb was going off inside of me. I
could feel my pussy contracting and relaxing.  It was like a
Tsunami because it just kept going and going and nothing stopped
or could stop it until I was engulfed in pleasure. My eyes were
closed and some how I saw this white light. Then I was the light.
 It was like I died and I was something else: Something made out
of pleasure. There was no time. Then I was me again and all I
could feel was ecstasy. I heard myself moaning.  "Haaaah Haaaah
mmmmmah oh god oh god."  I felt my body writhing under him. "Oh
Oh Oh Oh aaaah aaah ah aha ah" I just drifted in and out of bliss
letting the after shocks take me where they will.  

Then I could feel Ol change.  Something was different.  I knew he
was about to come and I had to be there for him. I felt such
peace being open to him: being his vessel of pleasure. He had
gotten so stiff. Not just his penis which had grown huge but
every muscle in his body was so tense that his skin was bulging.
Then I saw his butt squeezing and letting go like he was pumping
something into me.  "Jesus." I started squeezing his prick with
my pussy. Then he was pumping something into me, his come.
"Aaaaaah aaaah aaaaaah."  He felt my milking of his dick. "What
are you doing to me.  OOOh God Ohh God.  I can't stand it."  He
came and came again. aaaaaah aaah aaaah oh my god. I could feel
his organism pulsing through me and I shared his pleasure. He
started yelling.  "I can't take it I'm oh stop please stop" There
was no way I would stop.  The pleasure was unbelievable with him
fucking me while I milked him.  I was going to milk him dry.  He
came again and again and my pussy was pulsing with pleasure. I
got so high on the pleasure it was like another kind of organism.
It wasn't a rhythm it was pure pleasure.  Everything became clear
perfectly clear and beautiful.  Then we were groaning together. 
Oh Oh Oh. I seem to remember feeling Ol's lips on mine before I
passed out. 

I was in a blissful sleep when heard Ol saying "Georgia are you
awake."  I said, "Just fuck me. Don't ask me again if I am awake.
I want you to use me tonight. Don't ask permission for anything
else either. Even if you want to kill me just do, don't ask. I
belong to you."  He started fucking me again.  This time he let
me feel the tingling in my skin and let the soft waves of
pleasure play over me.  He fucked me I don't know how many times
that night. I know that one time he had me bent over and was
fucking me doggy style.  I had my way with him too. I sucked his
prick hard and got on him.  It was such a sweet fuck.  I rocked
back forth on him and just as I was about to come he reached up
and squeezed my breasts.  I came and lost my self in an ocean of
pleasure. When I came too I was hugging him.  He rolled me over
and proceeded to fuck me.  I don't remember if he came before I
passed out or not.       

The next thing I remember someone was banging on Ol's door. Ol
must have been up because then next thing I heard was Ol answer
the door. I was afraid at first that dad would come into the
bedroom but Ol had everything under control. He made dad come
into the kitchen and stay there. Dad said, "It was unbelievable.
At first I actually thought it was Marilyn Monroe because she
stuns you with her looks.  She may be prettier then her.  Not
only is her figure better but I even think, that her face is
nicer.  She was seen outside your place yesterday?" Ol sounded
indignant and said, "Of course she was I brought her into being
but you agreed not to investigate." "I am sorry you can't blame a
guy for trying."  "I can and I do.  You promised no
investigation."  "I know.  I know.  I just lost my head.  I will
let it go. You have my word.  I am not going to try to find her.
Actually she is too much for me or any man.  She best lover that
I ever had.  She must have forgotten more about sex then most
will woman will ever know. I will never forget this night or my
gratitude to you. She milked my cock god damn it. I didn't
believe it was possible. I will never be that desperate for sex
again. After you are with her you have seen it all. You can't
understand a word I am saying, can you? You're gay."  "Not any
more. I am not after I saw her.  Just looking at her made a man
out of me. I only wish I had I had the night you had." "She
straightened you out, my god man. It's like she is more then a
woman: a goddess." "No she is woman and a woman like that is
better then any goddess."  Their  praise made my feel so
wonderful that I just closed my eyes and drifted into bliss.  


The next thing I remember is Ol saying wake up young lady. 
Breakfast will be ready soon. Take a shower first.  He put down
two plastic bottles on the night stand. When you get in the
shower, cover your self with the cream including your hair. Then
turn on the shower and wash yourself all over using the body
wash, it will wash off the body makeup and make your skin rosy
again.  Use the shampoo and conditioner that in the shower but
don't worry about your hair we will take are of it when we get to
the shop. 

When you come out wear the robe I laid out for you on the chair.
If you aren't covered up then I can't be held responsible. As
joke I took a scarf and covered my head like the Muslim woman do.
I thought that it would give Ol a laugh but he said, "Damn you
have the prettiest eyes and mouth that I have ever seen. I am
glad you had enough sense to cover your head.  On a scale of 1to
10 you are at least a 12. This is a challenge I am going to have
to turn a 12 into a 10. I mean we can't have you going looking
like you are more then a 10.  

Do you know we had to open the shop and let people look around so
they knew you left? You drive people crazy."  "May be I should go
back to being George." "No my dear George is dead and I will be
coming out of the closet as a straight man.  You took away my
shyness.  After last night everything is gravy."  "God what am I
going to do?" "First of all remember it just isn't your looks. It
was your hard work that made such a difference. I knew you were
learning to flirt behind my back and your got pretty good at it.
You learned to flirt wearing baggy pants and a sweat shirt with
your hair covering your face because you worked at it. It isn't
just your face or your body it's you on the inside that makes you
so beautiful.  You must promise me that you will never try to get
by on our looks because if you do you will end up losing
everything. If you want to survive you will have to out work
everyone. Work is the key to success not beauty, intelligence or
talent. If other people do things for you then they will control
you and with your looks that's deadly. Don't expect me to make
decisions for you either I don't do that so you still have to
watch out of your self. If you go into modeling or acting get out
of the business before you get married."
  


I didn't think that I could eat anything until Ol said, "I made
you my special Georgia breakfast eggs, bacon, short cakes and
Logan Turnpike Mill grits."  Well you don't get Logan Turnpike
Mill grits every day; in New York anyway.  We said nothing else
about last night. Tonight was another big night: First dinner
with dad at fancy restaurant; then a gala night at the opera with
the mayor and his party. This was my debut in New York society. 
Ol started briefing me. He gave me a print out with information
on the important people who were going.  He told me to seek out
Margaret Vanderhovel. She was very important, she liked new
people and she was always on the lookout for help with her
charity called 'New York Kids.' He said I could promise his help
for her charity. He already prepped my father for how to behave
and to support me when meeting new people.

 It took all day to get ready.  It took a lot of work get my skin
back to it old rosy self. My hair had to be cut and colored
golden blond.  They showed me how to put on the new makeup. The
only thing that I had to remember was to highlight my eyes not my
lips. I didn't need that much makeup so it was easy to put on. I
became so sleepy that I went back up to Ol for a nap.  Ol woke me
at 5pm.  He applied the new make up and helped me get dressed. Ol
took me over to full length mirror. He had changed me from
looking like Marilyn Monroe to looking like Grace Kelly. I really
looked totally different.

Ol brought me over to my apartment and introduced me to dad.  He
was impressed so that he kissed my hand.  "Ol you accomplished
another miracle."  I responded as if I had no idea what he said
and said, "What other miracle?" Ol completed the deception by
saying, "He means my book, Georgia." "I think I am ready to be
called Marilyn.  Its time, I became an adult."  

We purposely arrived at the Opera just on time so we could go in
and sit down.  My first real test in New York society came at the
intermission when we walked out into the lobby.  They an area set
off for the mayor's party. Everyone one was starting at me.  They
weren't just staring at me like I new or pretty they were
starting at me like they never saw anyone like me before.  Before
last night I would have thought they were being critical but
instead I enjoyed it.  My dad started to introduce me to the
mayor and his wife. Instead the mayor impulsively took my hand
and kissed it.  "Georgia you father never told me how beautiful
you were." I trapped his eyes. "Oh no Mr. Mayor you can't call me
Georgia. I am not that pretty." The mayor's jaw dropped. "What do
you mean?" "Well my last name is Brown. I can't be 
Sweet Georgia Brown. She can get any guy and I never even had a
boy friend."  The mayor's wife push the mayor's mouth closed and
said to the mayor, there's the Brooklyn borough President, if you
will excuse us. As they walked away the mayor's wife turn and
said, you are good, very good." Dad said, "I admit that I was a
little worried about how you would do tonight before Ol brought
you over but it looks like I'm not in your class." I said, "Oh,
daddy thanks."  Dad went over to get us some water and the deputy
mayor came up.  "He kissed my hand and tried to hug me.  Not only
that, he actually tried to cop a feel. I grabbed his arm and put
my claws against his forearm. "And how old are you, my dear."  "A
lady never tells and a gentleman never asks." "But you are so
young." I jumped out of character and matter-of-factly said "Know
your role, Mr. Deputy."  Just then my father returned with the
water. "Nice meeting you Mr. Deputy. I see the mayor wants you."


A woman came up and introduced her self. It was Margaret
Vanderhovel. "I have been trying to get a donation out of you
father for months." "Daddy give the poor woman a check." Dad
started writing out a substantial check.  If you would like dad's
company could sponsor a fashion for 'New York Kids.'  Ol has
already promised me a fashion show if I want one. Ol and I knew
each other in Georgia.  I am as they say one of his girls." "Ol
has all the luck. He always gets the most beautiful models.
Forgive for saying this but you are the beautiful woman that I
have ever seen." "Thank you."  Dad piped up and said, "Don't give
her too many complements you will turn her head." "Margaret said,
"Look at the mayor and the Brooklyn borough President pretending
to like each other.  The Borough President is mad because he
wanted the new cultural center to be built in Brooklyn, not
Manhattan."  Thanks to Ol I knew the real story "Actually they
are both happy.  The mayor got the center in Manhattan but the
borough President owns the bank that will be selling the bonds
for the center." "Major Brown your daughter has brains and
beauty."

So at 13 I am my father's designated escort and a member of New
York society. I do magazine covers for Ol under the name of
"Georgia."  I still work at the studio as assistant doing make up
and what ever needs to be done. Instead of going to school a
tutor comes to the studio and teaches me. I also have a
professional acting coach who thinks that I have a lot of talent.
I never saw Jill again; I heard she quit modeling. Oh yes Ol has
a girl friend. It may be years before I have sex again but thanks
to Ol and the night of the Blue Moon I believe in myself enough
to be who ever I want to be.   

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