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Copyright 2007-2008 Severe Productions Ltd. All rights reserved.
Intended for adults only. TS.Severe@yahoo.com
Story Codes: M/TG, F/TG, Fantasy, Magic, Oral, Anal, Violence


A Cinderella Story
By T.S.Severe

Chapter Three




    I knew what I had to do, but I'd been putting it off. Trying not
to think about it. Robert wouldn't have done it in a million years, I
knew that, but I wasn't him anymore. I was Cindy now and as my wife
had said the last time we'd spoken face-to-face, I had needs.

    About twelve million of them.

    "Good afternoon, Miss." The security guard smiled at me and I
smiled back. He was older and a pretty decent guy, a real fixture at
the bank and I must have said hello to him a thousand times.

    "Hey Ralph," I said without thinking. He blinked at that and I
realized I shouldn't have used his name. It wasn't like he was wearing
a name tag or anything.

    I walked past him quickly, across the gleaming expanse of the
bank's marble floor towards the elevators. The man was wondering if he
knew me, or more precisely how I knew him, and it was a good reminder
that I had to be smart now. A lot smarter than I probably was and
screwing up ten feet into the building wasn't a good sign. I had to be
sneaky, since I couldn't very well go to my own office. Robert
wouldn't be in today and my secretary, Robert's secretary, would never
let me into his office by myself. I had an idea though.

    "Hold the doors," I said with a breathless click-clacking of heels
and a man held out his hand to catch the doors of the elevator as they
started to close. "Thanks!"

    "Anytime." He smiled as I stepped inside and I could feel his eyes
stripping me down. "Which floor?"

    "Four, please." I smoothed my dress and I knew the man. David
Canders, one of the loan officers who worked on the second floor,
except he wasn't pushing that particular button.

    "Sure." He hit the number four and stepped back, turning slightly
so he could face me. "I'm Dave," he smiled at me. "I work here."

    "Great." I nodded agreeably as the elevator began moving gently
upward.

    Dave was a good looking man, although I'd never really noticed
that about him before. Tall and sandy haired, with an intelligent face
and confident smile. He looked nice and exactly like the banking
officer he was. Dependable, trustworthy, and very interested in me. He
was keeping his left hand in his trouser pocket and I could guess why.
I'd met his wife at the last Christmas party. He also had a bit of a
reputation around the water cooler for being a ladies man, but I'd
never paid much mind to that either.

    "Are you...meeting someone?" Dave asked me, slightly frustrated that
I hadn't offered him my own name yet. "Perhaps I can help you with
something?"

    "I think I'm okay," I said with a little scrunch of my nose, but
Dave missed it.

    He was too busy eyeing my nipples as they pressed against the thin
silk of my blue dress. My breasts were barely covered in any event, as
the creamy swell of my tits was clearly exposed. The spaghetti straps
were taut over my thin shoulders and my nipples were impossibly hard.
That dress was clinging to my non-existent tummy and round hips like a
second skin, showing off my ass and my long, smooth legs. I was
dressed for a romantic dinner and a hard fuck after, not mid-day
business at one of the largest privately owned banks in the city.

    "Yeah," Dave agreed under his breath and I rolled my eyes upward,
watching as the lights flashed from two to three.

    "Kind of a slow elevator, isn't it?" I asked the man with a soft
sigh.

    "It's old," Dave shrugged apologetically. "I'm sorry, uh...But I
didn't catch your name..."

    "I don't think I said it." I giggled lightly and that was enough
to stop Dave's breathing for a second.

    "Oh." He cleared his throat and there just wasn't any polite way
for Dave to ask me who I was and why I would be going to the fourth
floor. I almost felt a little sympathy for him.

    "Here we are," I said with a smile and I wasn't surprised when
Dave exited right behind me. He was curious now and I really wished he
wasn't. I didn't need the attention and I was beginning to regret
being so outrageously attractive like I was.

    I took a left out of the elevator and began walking down a wide
hallway with glass-walled offices on the right and a balcony
overlooking the main floor of the bank to my left. Three doors down I
found Bill Wilson's office, empty as I'd expected it to be. He'd been
bitching for weeks about buying a new house and paying more than he
wanted to for it. Apparently his wife loved the place though and today
they were signing the papers. He'd be out all afternoon with the
realtors and then coming back and probably working late to catch up.
I'd been counting on that, but Dave was walking a few paces behind me
and that wasn't part of the plan.

    I went inside Bill's office anyway, thinking fast and hard and I
knew what I had to do.

    "Psst..." I smiled around the open doorway and gave Dave a little
tongue which almost stopped him dead in his tracks.

    "What are you doing?" Dave wondered, but I ignored his question.

    "Are you following me?" I asked the man and before he could answer
I grabbed a small fistful of his burgundy tie and pulled him inside.

    "Uhhh..."

    "Shhh..." I closed the door and reached for the plastic rod
controlling the louvers and rolled it in my fingers, closing the
blinds while Dave stared at me.

    "I'm not sure we should be..."

    "Dave..." I put my hands on his chest and starting sinking to my
knees in front of him, "...don't spoil it."

    "Oh jeeze." He swallowed hard as I reached for his trousers and
lowered the man's zipper slowly.

    "You know those letters in Penthouse?" I asked him playfully,
licking my lips as I slipped a hand inside his unbuttoned boxers.

    "Y-Yeah," he nodded quickly and Dave's blue eyes were so big I
almost spoiled it with a laugh.

    "They're all true," I whispered, pulling his cock free and opening
my mouth for it.

    "Ah shit!" he gasped, finding my tangle of thick black hair with
his fingers and I took all six inches of him between my soft lips.

    I was actually hoping for something a little larger, but it was
still nice. My heart was going quickly now, the blood pumping hotly
through my veins as I gave a man I'd worked with for a year a serious
blowjob. I kept my lips tight around the shaft and worked his cock
over my tongue, in and out while I sucked and swallowed noisily. I
knew he wasn't going to last long and my own penis was stiff and
throbbing in my panties. I had to resist the urge to reach down and
play with myself while I sucked the man off.

    "Yeah, baby...Jesus, that's...Ah! Good...Oh fuck!" Dave was urging me
on, pumping my face with his cock. All I had to do was kneel there in
front of him, keeping my eyes turned upward so he could see how much I
loved getting mouth fucked.

    I stroked the back of his thighs through his suit and squeezed
Dave's ass, not protesting at all this almost degrading situation. He
didn't even know my name, and I was swallowing his precum, wriggling
my tongue as best I could beneath the smooth head of his penis. Dave
was just long enough to tickle the entrance of my throat and I wasn't
gagging or choking on him at all. We were a pretty nice fit, actually,
and I loved the way his skin was so velvet soft and smooth over the
hard muscle beneath. I liked the way he tasted, faintly salty, and the
damp, musky smell of his male arousal.

    Or maybe I just really loved sucking cock.

    "I'm gonna cum...uh...I'm gonna...I'm...Ahhhh!" Dave pulled me hard
against him, holding me tight as he bent over my head.

    I felt his cock spasm and a split second later tasted his hot
sperm as it gushed from his penis. He was spurting hard and fast and I
swallowed quickly, trying to keep up with him, but the man must have
been saving up for me. Dave's creamy spend leaked from the corners of
my mouth like pale molasses. It was thick and salty and as I pulled my
mouth off his cock, a long strand of cum hung from my chin halfway to
the floor. I caught it with my fingers and smiled up at Dave as I
licked them clean.

    "Oh Christ," Dave breathed, shaking his head and he wore a dazed,
disbelieving smile on his handsome face. "That was fantastic!"

    "Yummy too," I agreed, licking my lips and swallowing the last of
his orgasm. "Help me up?"

    "What? Oh! Yeah, um..." Dave blinked and took my hands, helping me
to my feet. "What's your name?"

    "No." I shook my head and I reached between us to put his still
semi-hard cock back into his pants for him. "I told you not to spoil
it, remember? You better go, before we get caught."

    "But..." Dave protested weakly as I opened the door and started
pushing him out of the office.

    "Bye, Dave." I gave him a quick kiss on the lips, tickling him
with my spermy tongue for just a second.

    "But..."

    I closed the door and locked it, taking a deep breath and hoping
Dave wouldn't be stupid and hang around. Hopefully he'd be confused
and self-conscious enough to forget to wonder why I would be in Bill's
office. If he absolutely had to know, I supposed I could make
something up about needing to fix my lipstick or something, but I
wasn't going to waste time doing that. I needed computer access to the
bank's network and ten minutes of privacy, a long and nerve wracking
ten minutes as it turned out. This was definitely way out of Robert's
league and for a moment there I wondered if my body was the only thing
my fairy godmother had changed about me.

    "Banco de Azteca..." I breathed as I established the link between
the two banks and this wasn't something I could have done anyplace
else.

    The fourth floor was International Banking and that was what I did
for a living, or used to, and some of it was seriously illegal. My
father-in-law had entrusted me with doing his laundry, moving money
from his bank to offshore accounts and back again. The funds, and I
had no idea where they originally came from, went through a series of
transactions designed to make it appear as though they were perfectly
legal.

    I'd done it because I was good at it, but more than that, because
I was married to old man Carlisle's daughter. I'd done it because
Baron had sized Robert up right from the start and decided that he was
weak-willed and submissive enough to be used any way Baron wanted. I'd
done it because if anyone ever found out, Robert would be the perfect
fall guy.

    Baron knew I loved Belinda enough to ignore her questionable past
and let the woman slowly dominate me the way her father did. I
wouldn't betray her father and ruin our life together, our loving
marriage and promising future. If anything went wrong, I'd play the
patsy and take the blame. That's what Baron was counting on and who
knows, maybe Belinda was in on the deal too. She'd married me for some
reason and it didn't seem to be love. Either way, it just didn't
matter anymore. They were right about one thing though, Belinda's
husband was going to be the perfect fall guy.

    "Robert..." I smiled as I logged off the computer, "...you're a bad
man!"

    Robert Patterson, using legitimate credentials and authentic
international banking codes, had moved $12.3 million from six numbered
corporate accounts at Soledad Investment Corporation into four brand
new accounts at a different bank altogether. Soledad and Banco de
Azteca had taken their respective cuts in the form of service fees.
Expensive fees to be sure, but well worth it. I was buying privacy and
that was something the Banco de Azteca specialized in.

    The new accounts were blind trusts, meaning they were numbered and
private, accessed by a specific password. No papers were signed. No
identification was required. All you needed was the account number and
the proper phrase and there would be no questions asked. Anyone could
get the money anytime they wanted by phone, email, or just walking
into the place with a briefcase...A large briefcase. I still had well
over ten million dollars when I was finished and that would be more
than enough. I wasn't greedy.

    Baron Carlisle was going to be seriously pissed off.

    Dave was waiting for me downstairs, hovering near the elevators
like a lost puppy. His face lit up with a brilliant smile when he saw
me and I groaned inwardly.

    "Hi there," he said, falling into step beside me as I walked
briskly towards the main doors.

    "Hi," I smiled back at him. "Don't you ever work?"

    "All the time," he chuckled. "Slow down a little...Hold on..."

    "I'm really late for another appointment," I said, looking
pointedly at my watch.

    "I just want to get your name," Dave insisted. "Your phone number?
Please?"

    "Dave." I stopped walking and shook my head slowly. "It was just
for fun, okay? I have to go."

    "But I think I love you," he said, not very loudly, but loud
enough and I blinked at him.

    "Go home to your wife," I told him. "You don't even know me."

    "I want to know everything about you." Dave grabbed my hands and I
jerked with surprise, but the man's grip was firm. "What were you
doing upstairs?"

    "What? Nothing!" I stared at him, feeling my cheeks flush.

    "Why did you come here?" Dave demanded and for a fleeting second I
thought he suspected something, but then I saw the look on his face -
Desperation. He really was in love with me! He wanted to know if I'd
come there just for him, like nothing else mattered.

    "I have to go," I said coldly and it was like slapping him or
something, but what choice did I have? Dave let me go, blinking
rapidly and nodding his head.

    "I'm sorry," he said, apologizing urgently. "I didn't mean to..."

    "I know," I rolled my eyes. "You can't help it."

    There was perhaps more truth in that then I realized at the time,
but mostly I was only aware of the small scene we'd just made. A lot
of people had noticed me, even without Dave's theatrics, and I left
the bank quickly, feeling very much like I was under a microscope. My
plan had been to be low key. Slip into the bank, get on Bill's
computer, and slip out. Well, so much for low key, but maybe it was
better that way. Girls who looked like me weren't supposed to pass by
unnoticed, at least this way it looked like I had a valid reason for
being in the bank...Breaking up with my ex-boyfriend, Dave. That's what
it must have looked like to the casual observer and he had a
reputation anyway. Dave would play it up too, pretending like he
really did know me just to impress the rest of the guys. Men were like
that, as I well knew.

    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    Shopping was a new experience. I wouldn't say that I'd dreaded it
in my previous incarnation as Robert, but I'd certainly fit the male
stereotype of being quickly bored while Belinda could shop for hours
on end. Now it was my turn and I was actually enjoying myself as I
browsed for clothing which would be a little less attention grabbing
than the designer dress my fairy godmother had delivered to my
bedroom.

    "Paul," I sighed out loud, smiling and shaking my head. Sometimes
I wondered if he was for real, since the idea of a 9-5 guy being my
fairy godmother was more than a little insane. One look in the mirror
though...How could I argue?

    "Can I help you find something?" a saleswoman asked, and she'd
been shadowing me for five minutes, waiting politely for me to notice
her.

    Robert would have noticed her immediately, being pretty like she
was and oriental to boot. Japanese, I thought, but in truth I had a
hard time telling one Asian nationality from another if they weren't
waving flags. The price of being Caucasian I suppose. The woman was
attractive though, no doubt about it, and very tall. Weren't oriental
girls supposed to be short? And moon faced? Not this girl, she had
small dimples and high cheeks, a pert, upturned nose as well. Her
accent was pure Brooklyn too, no doubt about that, and Americans were
supposed to be tall, so...

    "Yeah. Hi. I don't know," I said with a smile. "I need something
to make me less...me."

    "Less you?" The woman almost laughed and I giggled at how silly
that probably sounded.

    "I want to dress down a bit," I told her. "Um...I'm kind of new at
this."

    "Right," she nodded, as if that made any sort of sense, and there
was obvious envy in her almond eyes. "That might take a little work."

    "Really?" I made a face at her obvious compliment and found myself
enjoying it. "I'm Cindy."

    "Evelyn," she replied and I wasn't sure why I was introducing
myself. Maybe I just wanted a friend. "Let's look over here...What
colors do you like?"

    I didn't know about colors, but I found myself liking the girl a
lot and she wasn't nearly so old as I'd first thought, only twenty
three and finishing up her journalism degree at Columbia. Evelyn was
hip too, for lack of a better word. Stylish. She knew what was cool
and I suppose one look at her should have told me that. I mean, her
short hair was dyed crimson for one thing and she had a ruby in her
left nostril, a small stud to match the garnets in her ears. It looked
interesting and I'd never actually met a girl with a pierced nose
before. I wondered if she had a tattoo as well.

    "Now you look like an ace bad girl," Evelyn smiled at me an hour
and a half later and I'd finally found a look we liked.

    She was standing outside the dressing room with her arms crossed
beneath her smallish breasts, her hips tilted and her head cocked to
the left. Evelyn was playing the fashion critic for me and I trusted
her judgment more than my own.

    "A bad girl? You think?" I giggled, walking barefoot to a tri-
panel mirror, the angled sort that gave me a good look at myself from
side-to-side and head-to-toe.

    "Oh yeah," Evelyn nodded. "Here, let's get these hipsters..."

    The woman moved behind me, close enough that I could feel her body
against my back as she put her arms around me. I was wearing a pair of
red leather pants, buttery soft like you wouldn't believe, and tight
around my hips and ass, my thighs as well. Below the knees they flared
into something like bell-bottoms, except better.

    "Oh!" I grinned at our reflection as Evelyn hooked her thumbs into
the waistband and pushed the pants down my hips.

    "Like that, see? You wear them low, under the hips..." Evelyn told
me. "Are they comfortable?"

    "They are now," I admitted and the pants were much more loose
suddenly, looking as if they might fall down, but still wrapped around
my ass wonderfully. They weren't going anywhere, they just wanted to
and that was seriously cool.

    "They look good on you," Evelyn breathed into my ear and I
blinked, turning my head slightly at the ticklish sensation. She
wasn't letting me go, but rather her hands found my now exposed tummy
and the woman was caressing me there.

    "Did I get the top right?" I asked her, feeling my cock growing
thick inside my panties. Maybe I was finally turning lesbian, I
thought, because I really didn't mind the way Evelyn was holding me at
all.

    "Let me see..." She leaned over my right shoulder, brushing my cheek
with hers and I could feel the woman's soft red hair on my skin.

    She smelled nice and I closed my eyes for a second, just enjoying
this unexpected intimacy. Evelyn's hands moved upward slowly, finding
the black leather top she'd helped me pick out. It was like a corset,
but not a real one. A fashion corset that wrapped around my tits with
laces in the front and back. It wasn't supposed to be stiff really,
but soft like the pants, except for the underwire bustier that propped
up my breasts like they were on a shelf. Ribbed leather cups covered
my tits to the nipples, but left the tops completely exposed and I
shivered as Evelyn's hands found my breasts and she squeezed them
gently.

    "Evelyn..." I felt my knees growing rubbery and her mouth was on my
ear. Her breath was hot and humid, making me shiver as I felt the tip
of her tongue teasing me.

    "I know," she whispered, pulling me back against her smallish tits
while digging her fingers into mine. "I want you too, Cindy."

    "But...I'm not sure..." I swallowed thickly and my heart was pounding,
my lungs could barely draw a breath, and I realized I was frightened.

    I was nervous for some reason, almost terrified by the idea that
Evelyn was right. I did want her, but silly as it seems, I felt like a
virgin...or something. It was like I'd never been with another woman
before in my life! What was wrong with me? I'd been trying to imagine
myself bisexual earlier that day and now here I was, being held and
caressed and kissed in public by an attractive woman, and I was
frightened of it! That made no sense at all, but I couldn't deny the
adrenaline pouring into my blood. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to
push her away. I wanted to run and hide and take her in my arms and
make love to her.

    "You've never been with another woman?" Evelyn asked me softly,
pressing her face into my hair, finding my neck and forcing me to turn
my head down and away as she kissed me there, nibbling with her lips
and teeth.

    "N-No," I gasped, finding that I'd moved my arms, reached behind
me so I could press my hands to Evelyn's hips and caress her while we
stood in front of the mirrors.

    "I'll make it good for you," she promised, moving her body now,
rubbing herself against me. "Don't be afraid, Cindy."

    "Oh God..." I giggled breathlessly. "We're...I can't...Someone will see
us...Evelyn..."

    As if I cared what people might think? I was making excuses,
trying to rationalize my confused reluctance. Nobody would know me. I
didn't even exist as a real person. Evelyn was the one risking
everything. Her job, her reputation, her relationships with friends
and coworkers perhaps. Evelyn was the one with everything to lose and
she didn't care. She was holding my breasts with her left hand,
massaging my heaving tits while her other hand was moving down my
tummy, down to the waistband of my pants, moving towards my crotch and
my aching...

    "Please...Stop..." I blinked, twisting away from her, and all I could
think of was how the woman might react if she found my hard penis,
because I was incredibly aroused just then.

    "There's no one else here," Evelyn told me as I turned to face
her. "We can go into the changing room."

    She was reaching for me again and I shook my head. There were
other people in the store, but not near us. She was right, nobody had
noticed what we were doing and we could easily slip into the changing
area together, but...

    "I just...Evelyn, I don't know," I said. "I don't think I'm like
that...like...gay."

    "You don't have to be," Evelyn's eyes were shining and her
fingertips grazed my bare shoulder. "Let me show you, Cindy. Okay?
Please?"

    This was crazy. It had to be me, I thought. You can't tell me that
Evelyn made it a habit to seduce every beautiful woman who came into
the store for a new dress. There was something about me. Something my
fairy godmother had done to make me irresistible or something. The way
every person I came in contact with wanted me, even loved me the way
Dave had...It wasn't normal. Gorgeous or not, my physical charms alone
couldn't explain what was going on. What had Paul done to me?

    "I can't," I decided, almost pleading with the woman as she
stepped closer, trapping me against the mirrors. "You don't know about
me. I'm not..."

    Evelyn silenced my confession with a kiss, pressing her moist lips
to mine and I felt her gentle tongue invading my mouth. She was sweet
and soft, unbelievably soft, and I was lost. I surrendered completely
to that kiss, lifting my hands helplessly as if I might push her away,
but only gripping Evelyn by her waist instead. Her tongue tickled
mine, coaxing me to respond with a sudden eagerness that rose out of
my tummy like a fire. We kissed deeply for half a minute at least,
perhaps even longer than that, I had no idea.

    And then she was pulling me into the changing area, into one of
the three small rooms, and pushing me down to sit on a padded bench.
There was a curtain to hide us, but only that and only barely. Evelyn
was on her knees in front of me, working to unbutton those red
hipsters and urging me to help her get me undressed. She was going to
spread my legs and lick my pussy. Evelyn was going to bring me off
with her mouth and teach me the joys of lesbian sex. I was far too
confused to try and stop her.

    "Cindy?" Evelyn jerked upright as she pulled the leather pants
down my thighs, exposing my swollen penis as it stood out stiffly
against the confines of my damp thong.

    "I'm sorry," I whispered, trembling with nervous energy, fear and
excitement.

    "But..." Evelyn was staring at my cock, which was barely covered by
my panties, and my balls which weren't hidden at all. They were
nestled between my thighs with a thin strip of spandex drawn tight
between my hairless orbs. I didn't know if I expected Evelyn to laugh,
or slap me, or simply storm out of the changing area in a huff, but I
certainly didn't anticipate what happened next.

    "You're beautiful," she breathed, pulling my thong to the side and
gazing upon my erection. "I had no idea!"

    "Uhhh...Oh!" I gasped as the woman lowered her head and kissed the
tip of my penis.

    I was wet with precum and Evelyn lifted her exotic face briefly,
looking into my big blue eyes as she licked her lips and smiled. A
second later she was mouthing me gently, not sucking my cock, not yet,
but kissing and licking it. She used her tongue wonderfully and not
just on my swollen penis, but all around it. She kissed and nibbled at
the pink, hairless skin surrounding the base of my cock. She spread my
legs even further, dragging her tongue along the hollows of my thighs
ad lapping at my soft scrotum. Evelyn was loving my male sex like it
was a pussy, not sucking me at all, but treating me to an entirely new
experience.

    Evelyn moved us so that my pants were removed completely and my
long legs were quickly over the woman's shoulders. I was scrunched up,
my body bent awkwardly, but I barely noticed. My tummy was thrumming
with butterflies and my balls ached with urgent bliss. My nipples
burned with a cold fire and I'd clawed my way past the laces to free
my tits. I pinched and pulled at my nipples, moaning with desire while
Evelyn worked her magic tongue between my ball sack and my thighs,
teasing and torturing me as my cock slid wetly across her pretty face.

    When Evelyn's tongue found my asshole I thought I was dying. She'd
finally found my pussy, the only one I had, and now the woman was
working me over like a real lesbian. She pulled my cheeks apart with
her thumbs, delving into my asshole as if she were famished. The
sensation of her tongue worming its way past my sphincter, relaxing
and opening me up slowly but surely, was like nothing else in the
world. She was going to make me cum. I could feel it rising inside me.
Not a clumsy male ejaculation born from my balls, but something else.
An orgasm I'd only barely experienced in my bedroom during my
tentative explorations that very morning.

    "Evvvv...Oh God...Evelyn..." I whimpered, my whole body trembling
beneath her kisses.

    "Mmmpph..." she moaned with me, her open mouth pressed against my
ass, her tongue stabbing past my tender anus. I was open for her, wet
with the woman's saliva and receptive to her efforts. Evelyn pushed
her tongue inside me, not very far at all, but enough. I could feel
her licking and sucking, kissing my sensitive hole the way she would
another woman's cunt. My cock was stiff in her hair, spilling precum
down the shaft as I moved my hips, seeking relief from the building
pleasure she was giving me.

    My tummy was full of butterflies, their wings fluttering with tiny
spasms. I was losing control. I didn't want to be in control. My body
jerked and I shut my eyes tightly, letting go of my tits so I could
hold Evelyn's mouth tight against my pussy. I was cumming, falling
into a great void of pleasure unlike anything I could have dreamt of
as a man. My cock throbbed with an eruption of semen, but I was only
dimly aware of that. It was the other part of my orgasm, the female
part that held my senses utterly captive.

    I was grinding myself against Evelyn's hungry mouth, gasping and
groaning and my orgasm didn't stop. It kept going like a roller
coaster with peaks and valleys that left me dazed and disoriented.
Multiple orgasms, one after another, and I had no idea how many I had.
Trying to count them would have been ridiculous, even if I'd wanted
to. All I could do was ride it out and after a too brief eternity the
moment mercifully passed.

    "Wow!" Evelyn was looking at me, stroking my thighs and giggling.
"When you cum, you really cum, huh?"

    "Yeah," I laughed weakly, unable to do anything else. I felt
exhausted and completely alive.

    Evelyn's face was pink and wet with saliva and sperm. I'd cum a
lot, mostly in her hair and along the right side of her neck and
shoulder. Pale semen stained her dark blouse and hung in thick strands
and glue-like clumps from her hair. Evelyn was a real mess, we both
were as I'd spilled a lot of semen on my tummy and thighs as well. My
butt was wet and the whole scene was wildly insane. We'd just fucked
in the changing room! That was the word for it too. Evelyn had fucked
me the way two women will, no doubt about it. My cock and balls were
purely incidental to what we'd really shared.

    "Thank you," Evelyn said, leaning across me and careless of adding
to the mess as we kissed.

    "But I didn't do anything," I sighed a minute later, looking into
Evelyn's wonderfully oriental eyes.

    "Yes you did," she said with a smile. "I was cumming too, believe
me."

    "You were?" I stared at her and then I laughed. "Really?"

    It hadn't occurred to me that Evelyn could get off without being
touched or kissed, but she had. She'd had her own orgasm while giving
me mine. Smaller perhaps and less dramatic, but pleasurable
nonetheless and I realized I had a lot to learn about women. Dating
girls and even being married to one had given me a false sense of
understanding. Being one, and being with Evelyn as a woman, was a real
eye opener and whatever doubts I'd entertained about being bisexual
were long forgotten. I'd just had the best sex of my life. No wonder
lesbians were so hot!

    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    I took a taxi, but only because it was the easiest way to get
where I was going. I knew the city pretty good, some of it, and Gloria
was waiting for me in a mom 'n pop Italian place. It was nice, despite
the neighborhood which was old and run down. There was a porn theater
across the street and a massage parlor next door.

    The respectable businesses had closed down or moved one by one
over the last twenty years and judging from the crowd, this place
wasn't far behind. It was empty but for Gloria and the man sitting
with her. Some old Frank Sinatra was playing on a juke box and the
door jingled as it opened and then closed behind me.

    I was wearing my bad girl outfit, the red hipsters riding low and
the black leather top with the laces undone in the front. I had a
brand new pair of snakeskin boots, black and red and ridiculously
expensive, but they were way, way cool. Evelyn had picked them out for
me and it was worth a couple hundred dollars just to see her smile
when I put them on. A well worn leather jacket on top of everything,
old and black with a lot of flair. I hadn't bought that. I'd borrowed
it from Evelyn, although she'd made me promise not to give it back.
The woman was spoiling me.

    Gloria liked my new look, that was obvious. I couldn't help but
smile at her as I walked towards the table. She was older, like I
said, and handsome the way women sometimes are. A little plump maybe,
big boned is what my mother would have said, but again, some women
look good that way and Gloria was one of them.

    The man sitting with her was older too, like forty something
probably. He was looking at me, of course, and if I'd had to guess,
I'd have pegged the guy for a cop. Like one of those rumpled
detectives you see on television. He had the cheap suit, not wrinkled
but hardly pressed, a shock of thick, brown hair that might have been
combed last week, but probably not. Three days worth of stubble on a
strong, masculine face, and the darkest eyes I'd ever seen. I couldn't
tell if they were supposed to be blue or brown, or just plain old
black. They were kind of intense actually and he wasn't smiling the
way everyone else did when they saw me.

    "Am I late?" I smiled at Gloria. "Sorry. I was doing some
shopping."

    "No, we just sat down," she said, waiting until I was seated
before making the introductions. "Michael Cicero, meet Cindy Archer."

    "Hello, Mr. Cicero." I offered the man a smile and held out my
hand.

    "Just Mike," he said, giving my fingers a little squeeze and his
eyes never left mine. I found that sort of weird, since my tits looked
like they were about to fall out of my top any second.

    "Okay, Just Mike," I nodded. "I'm Cindy."

    "Yeah, I got that," he agreed and I thought I saw a hint of a
smile, but I couldn't be sure.

    "I told Mike what you told me...Oh...Thank you," Gloria looked at the
waitress, a gaunt teenage girl who was passing out menus. She looked
kind of pissed that we were there and I figured her boyfriend was
cooking.

    "Something about an ex-husband?" Mike asked me over his menu a
moment later.

    "Huh? Oh! Yeah," I said with a sigh. "He's stalking me, sorta. I
just want to disappear, you know? Like become someone else?"

    "Right." Mike put his menu down and I didn't think he'd looked
even looked at it.

    "Do you know how to do that?" I asked him, glancing at Gloria who
was watching me.

    "Maybe," he shrugged. "Why don't you just move to another state?
Get a judge to change your name. People do it all the time."

    "Uhhh..." I frowned, trying to think of something to say and in
truth I hadn't really practiced my story at all. I hadn't really known
what to expect and now I realized that whatever I said, there were
going to be questions that I wouldn't have answers to.

    "I think I'll run along," Gloria said. "You'll be okay, right?"

    "Oh!" I blinked at her. "Yeah, um..." I looked at Mike but he was
completely impassive, "...I guess so."

    "We'll be fine, Gloria," Mike said to her. "Thanks."

    "Okay," Gloria smiled as she stood up. "Love that look by the
way," she said to me and I smiled self-consciously. "Just call me if
you have problems."

    "Okay," I nodded and I wasn't exactly sure why she was leaving,
but Mike didn't seem surprised by it and he waited patiently until
Gloria left before he started speaking.

    "I can help you," he said. "But only if I know what's really going
on. Sometimes what a person wants and what they need are two different
things."

    "I think I know what I need," I replied, letting a little
annoyance show in my voice.

    I'll admit that part of me was wondering why this guy wasn't
falling all over me like everyone else I'd met. Another part of me was
a little dismayed to discover that he hadn't believed the story I'd
told Gloria and I was wondering if she'd believed me. It didn't occur
to me that I was probably just a really bad liar, but that was the
truth of it, I think.

    "Right," Mike held out his hands and finally gave me a tight-
lipped smile. "Let's start there. What do you need, Cindy?"

    I made him wait for an answer while the waitress took our order
and those few minutes were enough to make up my mind. I didn't know
him yet and I certainly didn't trust the man, but I did trust Gloria
and if she thought Mike could help me, well...Trust has to start
someplace, doesn't it?

    "Okay, this isn't the whole truth, but it's the same thing," I
said and then frowned. "Sorta. Never mind...Look...Let's say I have
amnesia. I mean, I woke up this morning in a strange bed, wearing
someone else's clothes..."

    "Someone else's clothes?" Mike's smile was a little friendlier now
and I was making funny faces anyway. I was a lot more animated as
Cindy than I'd ever been as Robert, if you know what I mean.

    "A man's pajamas," I said with a shrug. "And I have no idea who I
am or where I come from. Seriously. I didn't find a purse or a wallet
or anything. No driver's license, no nothing. Like I just popped out
of nowhere, okay?"

    "Okay," Mike agreed slowly. "And this isn't a true story?"

    "The amnesia part," I giggled nervously and leaned across the
small table, letting the man see my eyes. "I wasn't me until this
morning. That's the true part."

    "Uhhh..." Mike picked up a glass of water and took a drink while he
thought about that. "Are you on any medication or seeing a doctor?
Anything like that?"

    "What? No!" I sat back with a frown. "I'm not crazy, I swear. I
mean, I know how it sounds, but it's true."

    "You weren't you..."

    "Until this morning, yeah," I nodded, crossing my arms over my
chest and daring the man to disagree with me.

    "So if you weren't you, then..."

    "Who was I?" I smiled and Mike nodded. "I don't remember," I said,
making no attempt to hide the fact that I was definitely lying about
that. "It isn't important. Whoever I was, he's gone now. I'm Cindy
Archer and I want to be able to prove it. That's what I need."

    "He's gone now?" Mike stared at me.

    "Figure of speech," I frowned, silently cursing my stupidity. I
really didn't want anyone to know I used to be Robert Patterson, for a
variety of reasons, not least of which was the fact that he'd just
stolen 12 million dollars.

    "Right," Mike said with a slow smile. "The pajamas."

    "Oh God!" I rolled my eyes. "Can you help me or not?"

    "Probably," Mike said, but that didn't sound very definite to me.

    "But?" I stared at him, because there had to be one.

    "But..." He shrugged. "You look like trouble and I don't know if I
need the hassle, you know?"

    "Trouble? Hassle? What? I don't know what you...Uh...Sorry." I gave
the waitress a little pout as she looked at me, holding the chef salad
that I'd ordered. Mike was having ravioli and it looked pretty good,
but I wasn't sure if I had to watch my diet or not and I kinda liked
looking all sexy like I did.

    "Look," Mike stabbed a ravioli with his fork. "A dame who looks
like you..."

    "Dame?" I giggled. "You didn't just say that, did you?"

    "Heh!" Mike grinned at me. "Too many old movies."

    "Really?" I stabbed a sliced cucumber. "I love old movies."

    "Yeah? You?" Mike gave me a disbelieving look. "Like what? The
Breakfast Club?"

    "No!" I laughed around my full mouth and swallowed hard. "Be nice!
Like, I don't know...John Huston movies. You heard of him?"

    "Of course," Mike frowned briefly, like I'd just questioned his
manhood. "What's your favorite John Huston movie?"

    "The Maltese Falcon," I said without hesitating. "Absolutely."

    "I should have guessed," Mike said.

    "Why? What's wrong with that?"

    "Nothing at all." He shook his head quickly, teasing me a little,
I thought, and I let it go.

    "How about you?" I asked him. "What's your favorite?"

    "Huston movie? Hmmm...Treasure of the Sierra Madre, I suppose."

    "Oh, that's a good movie," I agreed. "But so depressing!"

    "And The Maltese Falcon isn't?" Mike laughed. "I don't think John
Huston was known for his happy endings."

    "African Queen had a happy ending," I told him with a hint of
smugness.

    "Yeah, but it wasn't supposed to," Mike said. "His original script
killed everybody."

    "Really?" I stopped chewing my salad and looked at the man hard.
"Are you sure?"

    "Absolutely," Mike nodded. "I don't remember why the ending was
changed, but I know it was."

    "Huh," I smiled at that bit of trivia. "Maybe he just realized
that sometimes people really do live happily ever after."

    "Do they?" Mike asked me seriously.

    "I hope so," I answered and then I bit my lip. "Don't you?"

    "Yeah," he sighed after a long half minute of staring at me. "I
guess I do, Cindy."

    =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Are you a cop?" I asked Mike as we walked around after our meal.

    It was still the bad part of town, but for some reason I didn't
even think about that. Mike was with me and he wasn't the biggest guy
I'd ever seen, not the toughest either, but there was something about
him. He looked like he knew what was going on and he could handle it,
that's all I can say. He looked comfortable with the world, put it
that way, and I liked it.

    "Used to be," Mike answered, his skin turning pink from a neon
sign advertising Nude Girls! and No Cover!

    "That's what I meant," I said. "Why'd you quit?"

    "Who says I quit?" He looked at me and I shrugged.

    "Did you get fired?"

    "Nah," he shook his head. "I just got tired."

    "Oh."

    We walked for awhile in silence, passing a couple whores, black
girls who whistled at Mike and teased him a little. They ignored me
and Mike ignored them. It hadn't been all that much of a come on
anyway and I had the impression they'd seen him around before, but
there wasn't anything specific about it. I was curious about the man
though and after opening up a bit in the restaurant it seemed like
he'd closed back up. I wondered what was wrong with him.

    "So what do you do now?" I asked, just to keep him talking. "I
mean, what's your official job?"

    "I'm a lawyer," he said and that stopped me.

    "What?" I stared at him and then laughed. "You're a lawyer?"

    "Yeah," he smiled at me. "What's so funny about that?"

    "Nothing," I tried to put on an innocent face. "I just...You don't
look like a lawyer."

    "I know," he chuckled. "I get that a lot."

    "So...What? You handle messy divorces and dead-beat dads?" I
wondered as we started walking again.

    "Nah, nothing like that."

    "Okay," I nodded. "Ambulance chaser?"

    "Definitely not."

    "Hmmm..." I pursed my lips. "Criminal law? You get the bad guys off
with a warning?"

    "No," he shook his head. "Criminals belong in jail."

    "Alright, you win," I giggled. "What kind of lawyer are you?"

    "A bad one," Mike said with a grin. "Where you staying these
days?"

    "These days?" I shrugged. "With a friend. She's pretty cool."

    "A friend, huh?" Mike looked at me. "Did she know you before?"

    "Before I was me?" I laughed. "No. I just met her today. She
picked out my outfit."

    "Okay." Mike shrugged, ignoring my shameless attempt to fish a
compliment out of him.

    "Are you going to help me, Mike?" I asked him.

    "How you fixed for funds?" he asked me in reply.

    "Funds?" I shrugged. "I don't have much money right now, but later
maybe. Um...How much do you charge?"

    "Depends," Mike said. "What you want isn't going to be cheap
though. The closer you get to legit, the more it's gonna cost."

    "I need the real deal," I said, pausing near the mouth of an alley
where a big Mercedes was parked, pulled in like it was a driveway or
something.

    "That's what I figured," Mike nodded and he was looking at me, up
and down the way he hadn't before.

    "I can pay in other ways too," I said, licking my lips and my
heart gave me a little thump.

    Mike wasn't really a great looking guy. Not ugly either, but he
had that...thing...that something that I found attractive in a man and I'd
been waiting all night for an excuse.

    "Whatever it takes, huh?" He wasn't smiling or frowning, just
looking at me as I leaned back against the trunk of the car.

    "Whatever it takes," I breathed, spreading my arms and feeling the
cool night air on my bare skin.

    My leather jacket was unzipped and falling open, the corset-like
top barely hiding anything and my hipsters riding low and tight,
showing off my tiny waist and soft hips. A bit of thong was exposed
and the hollow of my tummy. I was waiting for him, offering a down
payment for whatever the man could do for me.

    "You're trouble, Cindy," Mike said as he stepped closer and I
looked up at him. "A girl like you? Nothing but trouble."

    "Yeah," I giggled lightly and bit my bottom lip, "but you look
like you can handle it."

    "Yeah." Mike's hands found my hips and they were strong, hard
hands. The man was calloused and scarred and I felt a tingle in my
tummy.

    "Are you gonna say no to a girl like me?" I asked him with a
playful pout.

    "Maybe I should," Mike said, but his fingers gave me a squeeze and
I swallowed hard. He was so big that his hands went almost all the way
around me.

    "You think I don't hear it enough?" I gave my head a little shake
like I was trying to get the hair out of my eyes.

    "Something like that," he agreed, lowering his eyes from mine,
watching the rise and fall of my swollen breasts beneath the
streetlamp.

    "Maybe I just don't say it enough." I giggled and that sound was a
weapon.

    "Jesus," Mike breathed, standing between my spread legs.

    "Whoop!" I gasped as he lifted me off my feet suddenly, easily
like I didn't weigh anything at all.

    I found myself sitting on the car and I wrapped my legs around the
man, digging my heels into the small of Mike's back and pulling him
even closer. I was lying down with my neck against the glass of the
rear window, smiling and nodding my head and stroking Mike's biceps
through the thin wool of his suit. I felt his muscles taut and hard as
steel. My own personal Superman, I thought, and everything was working
for me. His looks, his confidence, his self-control...Oh yeah. I liked
all of it.

    He was leaning over me, pressing his crotch against mine through
our clothes. We were fully dressed, but his arousal was obvious as I
felt Mike pressing himself against me. I was hard as well, but much
smaller and he wasn't expecting it. Mike didn't notice anything
strange and I made sure of it, pulling his mouth to mine and opening
for his tongue. This was what I needed and I lifted my ass, giving his
swollen cock a little grind while I sucked his tongue.

    I pushed Mike's face down to my tits, both of us breathing hard
and his hands were all over me. After two hours of playing hard to
get, he was finally giving up and we were making out like a couple
horny teenagers on our first date. Mike pulled my top down, exposing
my dark nipples and he took the left between his lips, sucking it hard
and washing my sensitive flesh with his tongue. I gasped happily,
cradling his head and tightening my legs, riding his hidden cock while
we dry fucked.

    My body shivered with excitement and my cock ached in my panties.
It was almost painful, being trapped awkwardly like it was, being
rubbed and stroked and thrust against by the larger lump in Mike's
trousers. I was wet with precum and more than that, the rest of me was
burning with the fires of female desire. The trembling inside, the
growing fever in my mind, it was almost familiar now and I welcomed
it. My orgasm was rising, the real one that was so unlike anything
Robert had experienced as a man. I was going to cum soon and I wanted
Mike inside me when it happened.

    "Fuck me," I whispered between each tiny breath I could muster. "I
want you...Inside me...Please..."

    "Like this..." Mike agreed easily, turning me over so I lay on my
belly.

    "Yeah...Ah huh!" I laughed breathlessly, spreading my arms across
the cold metal beneath me.

    Mike was yanking my hipsters down and my thong along with them,
exposing my firm, round ass to his gaze. He didn't pull them down any
farther than he needed to and I kept my legs together, seemingly bound
by the pants bunched around my thighs. There was a pause while Mike
freed his cock and I looked over my shoulder, seeing his manhood only
as a shadow. He was big though, I knew that, and I felt a sudden rush
of nervous fear coursing through my blood.

    I'd never done this before. I was a virgin and unprepared for a
real man to fuck me. The thought of pain was what frightened me, only
that. I wanted Mike to fuck me. I wanted to feel his cock inside my
body. I was hungry for it the way any woman would be. I just didn't
want it to hurt, but I didn't have much choice anymore and I wasn't
about to try and stop him.

    "In my ass..." I breathed. "Fuck me in my ass, okay?"

    "You sure?" Mike asked me and his penis was riding between my ass
cheeks, the shaft sliding up and down and I could feel some wetness
there.

    "Yeah," I giggled, wondering what Mike would say when he realized
it was the only pussy I had. I really hoped he wasn't going to be
pissed, but in truth I couldn't even imagine that. He was as hot for
it as I was.

    "Kay, baby..." Mike chuckled and I could feel him pressing his
cockhead deeper. "It's your ass."

    "Uh-huh," I agreed and then I gasped loudly, jerking as I felt the
dull head of his prick against my virgin sphincter. "Ahhhh...Oh! Fuck..."
I groaned, shutting my eyes tightly and grimacing against a sensation
that wasn't so much painful as just...Painful.

    Mike held me tightly by the hips and pushed hard against me,
forcing his cock inside my ass slowly but surely. It was sharp and
burning and for a second I thought there was no way I could take him.
It hurt too much. I was too small and he was too big. We had to stop
and I was ready to tell him that when suddenly...

    *POP*

    His cock was in me! I felt it distinctly, the swollen glans had
pushed past my tender anus and inside my rectum and it stopped
hurting. Sorta. My asshole felt stuffed and my sphincter had snapped
shut behind him, wrapped snugly around Mike's shaft and now all he had
to do was push. Slowly, gently, thrusting into my ass and pulling
back. He took a little more everytime and it was a vague, cramp-like
sensation. Uncomfortable to be sure and a brand new experience, but I
was enjoying it. I was being fucked and it was good.

    "How's that? You okay? Jesus you're tight!" Mike was talking to
me, working his cock in and out of my butt and I had no idea how he
could control himself like that.

    I could well imagine how it must have felt having his cock in the
hottest, tightest hole he'd ever fucked. I was waiting for him to just
slam his prick inside me, to take every inch of my virginity all at
once, but he didn't. Mike was fucking me nice and slow, letting me get
used to it, and somewhere in the middle of all that perfection I was
cumming.

    "Mmmm..." I sighed, or whimpered more like, feeling my eyes
growing wet with tears. My body spasmed with pleasure and it erupted
from my cock which was trapped beneath my tummy. I could feel that
stain spreading beneath me as I moved, as Mike worked his cock in and
out of me, feeding me an inch and taking half of it back. He was so
long and thick, stretching me completely, and whatever pain I might
have felt had long been lost beneath the raw pleasure that enveloped
me.

    I didn't protest at all when Mike finally picked up the pace. He
was satisfied that I could take him and a man's patience only extends
so far. He hunched over me, his legs spread and straddling mine. Mike
fucked me with long, deep strokes, nearly pulling himself completely
out of me at times, but being careful not to. When he pushed deep, I
could feel his pubic hair tickling my skin and his cockhead would find
something soft and sensitive at the bottom of my hole, the pillow of
my prostate, I thought, and the smallest touch was a sudden jolt of
pure lust-filled pleasure.

    Soon enough I was pushing myself back as best I could, lifting my
hips and ass to meet Mike's urgent penetration. I wasn't just taking
it, I was fucking the man eagerly. I wanted him harder and faster and
deeper. I was moaning my desires, punctuating every thrust of that
beautiful cock with a sharp breath and desperate gasp. Mike was
grunting above me, pulling me back with his strong fingers digging
into my skin. I was cumming over and over beneath him and everytime I
did my body would shrink with contractions of pleasure. My asshole
would spasm and suckle on the man's prick like a hungry mouth. We were
doing it right the first time out, and we both knew it.

    "Ohhh..." Mike threw his cock into me one last time and I felt it.

    His cum spilled out of his cock quickly, flooding my bowels with a
delicious warmth that I hadn't expected. I could feel him jerking
inside me, ejaculating violently inside my willing body. Mike was
cumming and he was my first. It brought me off again and I nearly
sobbed with the pure joy of becoming a woman. That sounds silly, I
know, but that's how it felt for me. That's how I chose to regard
those feelings which were so unlike anything I'd ever felt as a man. I
was completed somehow. Taking a man's seed inside my body was the
final proof of who I really was.

    "I'm a girl," I said with a soft giggle and Mike was collapsed on
top of me, but I didn't mind. He covered me with his body while we
caught our breath and regained our senses.

    "What?" he asked, kissing my cheek through my hair.

    "Nothing," I sighed happily. "Thank you. That was...Wonderful..."

    "Hmmm..." Mike sighed as well and his cock was still inside me,
still hard and leaking his semen. I could have stayed like that for a
long, long time without complaint.

    "The fuck you doin' homes?" someone interrupted us. "Pimpin' my
ride, motherfucker?"

    "Is this your car?" I lifted my head and giggled at the guy, just
because I was feeling a little high just then. "Sorry."

    The man was big and black and dressed in a flashy suit, lime green
with a lot of bling, you know? Like a pimp straight out of central
casting and that seemed kind of funny too. He had a gold tooth right
in front and it flashed every now and again as he spoke.

    "Shut the fuck up," he said, meaning me, and I wondered what the
guy was so upset about. His Mercedes was a little wet maybe, I'd
definitely stained it, but we hadn't scratched the paint or anything.

    "Jesus. I'm sorry, man." Mike pushed himself up, pulling his cock
out of me. He turned his head while he fixed himself, looking at the
pimp over his shoulder.

    "Sorry?" Goldy stared at him. "Fuck's sorry? Sorry's gonna be your
milky ass after I beat you down, bitch!"

    "Whoops!" I made a little face as Mike turned around and pressed a
large black gun against the pimp's forehead, right between his big
brown eyes.

    BLAM!

    "Fuck!" I blinked and jumped, and my ears were ringing at the
sound of the gunshot. Mike hadn't hesitated even a second and now the
man's head was all over the sidewalk. I hadn't been expecting that.
The pimp neither, I bet.

    "Never liked him," Mike said, scratching his jaw with the gun for
a second before hiding it away inside his jacket. I hadn't even
realized he'd had a gun.

    "You killed him," I said, standing stupidly with my pants around
my thighs. My thong was down there too and my sperm covered cock and
balls were exposed and plain as day, but I wasn't thinking about that.
I wasn't thinking about the throbbing in my sore ass or the cum that
was starting to leak out of my well-stretched hole. I wasn't thinking
about anything.

    "Yeah," Mike nodded and then he was looking at me.

    "I mean...You killed him!" I was shaking and then I was throwing up.
The salad I'd had for dinner just exploded out of me and onto the
sidewalk.

    "Come on." Mike was trying to get me dressed. "Pull this up. We
gotta get out of here."

    "Why'd you kill him?" I wasn't crying, but I felt like I was going
to and it seemed as if everywhere I looked I saw blood.

    "Look at his hands," Mike said, nearly jerking me off my feet as
he gave my hipsters a hard pull skyward. I lost my balance and I had
to grab him, but maybe I would have anyway. I couldn't feel my legs.

    "What?" I licked my lips, tasting bitter vomit and I tried to spit
it out.

    "His hands...Never mind. We gotta go."

    Mike was pulling me along quickly, but I saw what he was talking
about. There was a shiny revolver in the black guy's right hand. Maybe
he'd been planning to use it, maybe not. It didn't matter now and I'd
never know. Mike had killed the guy and I'd never seen anything so
violent in my life. It wasn't like television. It wasn't like
anything. The man was dead and a block later I had to stop and throw-
up again.

    Mike's car was parked across the street from the restaurant we'd
eaten at and neither of us said anything until a police cruiser with
flashing lights wailed past, going the other way. I turned around in
my seat, watching as it turned a corner and disappeared. Mike was
driving calmly. Not speeding, not doing anything, just driving like
everything was perfectly normal.

    "What kind of lawyer carries a gun?" I wondered, staring at the
man and trying to understand who and what he was. I was numb and dumb
and very confused.

    "I'm not that kind of lawyer," Mike said with a little shrug. He
looked at me. "I'm sorry, Cindy. I didn't think have a choice."

    "Everybody has a choice!" I said.

    "No," Mike sighed, shaking his head.

    "Let me out," I told him. "Stop the car! Let me out here!"

    "Cindy..."

    "Stop the fucking car!" I screamed.

    Mike pulled over to the curb and I opened the door, taking a deep
breath of cold night air. I didn't know where I was exactly and I
didn't really care. I just sat there with the door open, the dome
light burning yellow above us and a soft chime ringing above the
engine's meager growl. The river was nearby. I could smell it and I
closed my eyes, breathing deep and trying to get the image of that
dead black man out of my head.

    "What do you want to do?" Mike asked me after two or three
minutes.

    "Sleep," I replied, pulling the door closed and Mike was right;
sometimes we don't have any choice at all.




End of chapter 03

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