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 Hello once again.  As in the past, comments are
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	Crossing The Line
                 Part One
                  by Ann Douglas
              (anndouglas@aol.com)

             Part One - Author, Author

	"This meeting is never going to end."
Cathy Donohue thought to herself as she looked
up on the wall of the makeshift conference room
and saw that it was already twenty to eleven.
	The regular PTA meeting had broken up
over an hour ago and this little gathering of the
executive committee was supposed to be brief.
Just a quick chance for the committee to settle a
few outstanding problems before adjoining for the
summer.  That was, however, before Dolores
Azucena took the floor.  The woman had been
speaking non-stop for over half an hour.
	The worse part of it was that Dolores was
simply going over what had become by now a
tired and familiar path.  Every small town PTA,
just like their big city counterparts, had their own
Dolores Azucena.  A frustrated, stuck up bitty
who was determined to save the world from the
immoral attitudes of less enlightened folk.
	Dolores's current crusade was directed
against the school boards decision to use the
money raised by the PTA to give Cedar Grove
Elementary School Internet Access.  It was her
firm contention that opening the doors of the
Information Highway to the youngest citizens of
their small town of 20,000 would create a
generation of perverts and sex-addicts.  Never
mind that it had been explained to her over and
over about the access safeguards that would also
be installed, making it easier for their kids to
access the Playboy channel on their parent's cable
television than adult material on the Internet.  Her
only response to that was that she'd been against
adult access on cable as well.
	Cathy wondering if Dolores would have a
heart attack if she knew that one of those so called
perverts who wrote erotica online was sitting less
than ten feet away from her.  It'd been three years
since she'd first tried her hand at adult fiction
under the pen name of Anne O'Donnell.
	The name itself had been something of a
private joke.  Anne was her middle name and
O'Donnell had been her maiden name.  The
response to her stories  in that time had been
nothing less than phenomenal.  Her fan email after
each new story usually ran from five hundred to a
thousand.  What had began as a lark just to see if
she could do it had become a very serious hobby.
	Suppressing a groan as the older woman
added yet another new verse to her litany, Cathy
considered that if that didn't put her into the
hospital, she had another little revelation that most
surely would.  All of the people around the table
knew Cathy as a wife and mother, cut in the same
mold as most of the woman sitting across from
her.  She was sure that even the most liberal of
them would be shocked to learn that for most of
her 41 years Cathy had lived a life exactly like that
Dolores was so proud to rant against.
	From the time she'd had her first
experience with another woman back when she
was 16, Cathy had been a confirmed bisexual.  A
practice that continued up to this day, even after 8
years of marriage.  In fact her last affair with a
woman she'd met on a business trip to NYC last
year had only ended three months before when the
woman moved to the west coast.
	Tuning out the drone of Dolores's voice,
Cathy let her mind wander.  It was a favorite little
game she liked to play when she had to kill time.
It had come to her over twenty years before while
in Air Force basic training and she had to spent a
lot of time waiting in line.  She'd pick someone
around her and weave a sexual fantasy around
them.  It was a practice that had really paid off
since she'd started writing erotica.
	Glancing up at Dolores, Cathy concluded
she'd be hard pressed to come up with a fantasy
for the PTA Vice-president.  It wasn't that she
was an unattractive woman, in fact the opposite
was true. Cathy preferred women who were cute
rather than beautiful and Dolores was certainly
cute.  The same held true for so many of the PTA
members that Cathy sometimes secretly joked that
the initials stood for Pussy Tits and Ass.  It was
just that in Dolores's case she couldn't separate
her personality from her body.
	One incident that stuck out in her mind
about how much that personality grated on her
occurred last year when she'd gotten a part time
job at the local mall selling lingerie.  She'd
distributed sales flyers to all the women in the
PTA since her boss has promised her a bonus if it
brought in new business. It most definitely had
and Sue had gotten an added bonus when she was
asked by so many of her fellow members to help
them judge how they looked in the skimpiest of
outfits.
	 Dolores of course had pointed out that it
was inappropriate to pass out such material,
ignoring the fact that every spring she did the
same with flyers for her husband's lawn service.
So you could've knocked Cathy over with a
feather when Dolores's daughter Maria showed up
at the shop, flyer in hand and asked her to help
pick out something really special.
	"I want something,"  the 23 year old
brunette said with a sparkle in her dark brown
eyes.  "That's going to make my boyfriend,
Christopher, come in his pants when he sees me in
it."
	The image of the naked young woman was
still fresh in Cathy's mind.  5'4", about 120 lbs
with a dark complexion, Maria had the most
beautiful pebble-like nipples that begged to be
kissed.  It took a lot of self control that day for
her to let the full breasted young woman walked
away.
	Across from Dolores, who was still going
strong, sat Alyssia Clark.  A few years younger
than Cathy, the tall copper-red haired woman was
what you would call a full-figured woman.  Most
Men were quick to pass on a woman who carried
more than an extra full pounds but Cathy though it
just made Alyssia look that much sexier.  There
was nothing the brunette loved more than
cuddling up between a big soft set of breasts on a
cold winter night.  She sometimes wondered
about Ms. Clark, seeing that she'd moved to
Ceder Grove only a few years after she herself
did.  Alyssia described herself as a widow and
immediately set up housekeeping with another
woman in order, she said, to share costs.  A
common enough practice for single women, both
with children, but still it made Cathy wonder.
	Next to Alyssia sat Lydia Boot.  Six years
younger than the redhead, Lydia had been born in
the Philippines.  Cathy's height, she had long black
shoulder length hair, brown eyes and the most
captivating smile.  Curvy and touchable was the
way Cathy always thought of her.
	In contrast, sitting across from the Filipina,
was Whitney Wolf.  Exactly the same age as
Lydia, Whitney was as pale as she was dark, the
gift of a Scottish heritage.  Dark brown eyes
peered out from large red glasses.  Short curly
brown hair topped a full hourglass figure.
Whitney had also attended that lingerie sale and it
was there that Cathy learned of her taste for
bondage when she quietly asked if the store
carrying anything in that line.  While Cathy's
downplayed her own experience in that area, she'd
been more than happy to give Whitney a few
helpful suggestions.
	Sitting next to Cathy was Stephanie Lai,
the youngest of the group.  Only 27, the Chinese
woman stood 5'7".  Over a half foot taller than
Cathy but 2 lbs lighter, something she always felt
was so unfair,  Stephanie had the most kissable
lips Cathy had seen in a long time. More than a
few boring meetings had been spent wondering
what it would be like tasting those lips.  The
fantasy of spending hours kissing Stephanie
changed abruptly last month when the two of
them were having coffee one morning and the slim
Asian asked Cathy if she knew where she could
buy a dildo.  The older woman had to bite down
to resist the urge to say that she had a beautiful
strap on upstairs in her night table and would love
to demonstrate it.  Instead she suggested that a
mail order house might be the best choice.
	Without much prompting, the image of
Stephanie spread out naked on all fours, her perky
little breasts bouncing back and forth filled Cathy's
mind.  Kneeling behind her, with a firm grip on
her hips, Cathy's fantasy self pounded away at the
younger woman.  Strapped around her crotch was
a long and thick dildo which disappeared and then
reappeared as it penetrated her tight pussy again
and again.
	Quickly becoming lost in the erotic
daydream, Cathy reached under the table and
stroked her the inside of her thigh.  She knew her
panties and the bare skin beneath them were now
wet, but she dared not bring her touch closer.
There was things that even she didn't have the
nerve to do.  As it was, her attention became so
fixed on the fantasy that she didn't notice when
Dolores finally stopped speaking and Alyssia
immediately called for a motion to adjoin.  A
motion that was seconded simultaneously by
Whitney and Lydia.  She wasn't even aware that
people were getting up to leave until she felt a
hand come to rest on her shoulder.

	"Cathy, the meetings over."  Sabrina
Drake said in her clipped British accent as she
gently nudged her friend.
	"Oh, sorry."  Cathy replied as she snapped
out of her fantasies and ran her hand through her
very short black hair.  "I guess I was
daydreaming."
	"Dolores has that effect on people."  the
redhead smiled.  "And I've had to listen to her a
lot longer than you have."
	Sabrina Drake was Cathy's best friend in
Ceder Grove.  A few inches taller than Cathy, she
was also five years younger.  They had become
friends six years before when, eight months
pregnant, Cathy had moved into a house on the
same block.
	 Most of the other neighbors took a wait
and see attitude towards the new arrival from
New York City.  Sabrina, having been even more
of an outsider with having spent her first 20 years
of life living just outside London, thought this
rather silly.  She had showed up that first morning
after the moving vans had left with a map of the
area, a list of helpful tips and a tray holding a still
hot breakfast.
	Sabrina was an old hand at the PTA, as
her fourth child finished the third grade.  Most of
the other mothers of first graders were ten or
more years younger than Cathy so she was doubly
grateful that she already had a close friend when
her daughter started school last September.
	"You're the lucky one."  The 5'2" brunette
said as she pushed her chair back under the long
table.  "If you hadn't gotten that phone call before
you'd have had to listened to Dolores's speech
too."
	"I'll let you in on a little secret, Cathy."
Sabrina whispered.  "There wasn't any phone call.
I asked the desk guard to just come in twenty
minutes after the meeting started and say I had
one.  I've been on the executive committee too
long not to know that Dolores had at least one
more speech in her for the year end meeting."
	"Cheat!"  Cathy hissed in mock anger as
they exited the room.
	"You're only angry because you didn't
think of it too."  the 35 year old said.
	Both women laughed.

	
	"Did you finish that report  for the summer
study group you were working on?"  Sabrina
asked.
	"I have most of it on disk, but our
computer crashed Wednesday night."  Cathy
replied.  "I was on the phone two hours yesterday
with tech support but couldn't get it working.
They promised to have someone come out and
take a look at it on Monday."
	"Well just drop the disk off at my house
later and I'll print out what you have."
	"Can I just hide out at your house until
Monday?"  Cathy quipped in a semi-serious voice.
"Jim's going to have a fit when he gets home from
his trip Sunday night and finds I crashed the
system again."
	"You do seem to do it pretty often."  the
younger woman said.
	"Can I help it if the machine doesn't like
me." Cathy laughed.
	"I have an idea."  Sabrina said after a few
moments of thought.  "My son Glen is home from
college this week.  He's pretty good with
computers, he should be since he's majoring in
them. Why don't I ask him to stop over after lunch
and take a look at it."
	"That'd be great."  Cathy gushed.  "If he
gets it up and running I'll owe you big time."
	"You really don't have to owe me, just get
me something nice...."  Sabrina said.  "Something
like.....him over there."  she added as her voice
dropped to a whisper.
	Cathy tuned to see Dave Hoch, the gym
teacher walking down the hallway from the
opposite direction. 6'1" and 215 lbs, the bearded
39 year old bore a striking resemblance to a
younger Kenny Rogers, right down to the silver
streaks in an otherwise black beard. Striking blue
eyes sparkled from behind round tortoise shell
glasses, eclipsed only by a broad friendly smile.
Sabrina whispered a speculation about a non
visible part of his anatomy causing both women to
laugh.  As he passed, Dave wondered what the
joke was.


	Cathy ran a few errands before heading
home.  Her daughter had a Scout meeting after
school and this was Dora Fletcher's turn to pick
up all the girls and drive them home. The living
room clock was just chiming twelve thirty as she
closed the front door behind her.
	Ten minutes later, Cathy had just finished
changing out of the dress she'd worn to the PTA
meeting and into a simple blue skirt and white
blouse, when the door bell rang.
	Opening the door, she was greeted by a
muscular young man in red gym shorts and a
white Empire State University T-shirt.  He stood
5'5" with blue eyes and dark ginger hair.  Cathy's
first thought that this couldn't be little Glen.
	Then again, she really hadn't seen him
since last fall when he went away to college.
Despite having just finished his freshman year at
State, Glen Drake has only just passed his 17th
birthday. Always at the top of his class, he'd twice
skipped a grade during elementary school.
	"Hello Mrs. Donohue."  he smiled.  "My
Mom says you've been having some problems with
your computer."
	"Oh, yes."  she said as she realized that
she'd been staring at the young hunk.  "Come on
in."
	As he stepped inside and Cathy closed the
door behind him, she couldn't help but check out
his back view as well.
	"Nice ass."  she thought to herself.
	"So how's college?"  she actually said.
	"College is great."  he replied as he
stepped into the living room.  "There's so much to
learn and do.  I've even gotten into working out at
the gym and biking.  Mom kept drumming into me
that I had to exercise my body as well as my
mind."
	"Well she's definitely right there."  Cathy
grinned, hoping that her look didn't betray a too
lustful thought. Like the fact that if she was 20
years younger and all other things being equal
she'd like to jump his body right here on the living
room carpet.  He definitely wasn't what came to
mind when you thought of a computer whiz.
	"Should we get started?"  he asked.
	"What?"  Cathy replied in a somewhat
confused tone.
	"The computer?  Where do you keep it.?"
he asked.
	"Oh, the computer."  she answered, telling
herself to put that little fantasy out of her mind.
There would be time enough to explore it fuller
when she crawled into her empty bed tonight. "It's
in the work room upstairs.  Come on, I'll show
you."
	
	"You've really fixed the place up since the
last time I was here."  Glen said as he followed his
mother's friend up the spiral staircase.
	"Well with Laura in school now, I have a
lot more time to work on it."
	"How's she like school?"  he asked as they
reached the top floor.
	"Oh she loves it."  Cathy said as she
opened the door to the work room.  "She actually
gets constant A's."
	"That's great."  Glen commented as he
stepped past her and sat down in front of the
computer.
	The college student pulled a small leather
folder out of his carry bag and opened it on the
desk.  As he spread it open, Cathy could see it
was full of brightly colored floppy disks.
	"OK, lets see what we've got."  he said as
he hit the power switch and the C:\ prompt
appeared on the screen.
	Cathy watched as the youth began to type
in commands too fast for her to follow.  What
Cathy could only describe as gibberish flashed
across the screen as Glen pulled a bright red disk
from his folder and slid it into the "A" drive.  Then
he began to type in a new set of commands.
	"This doesn't look too bad."  he said out
loud as he replaced the red disk with a blue one.
	Feeling a little silly standing there with
nothing to do but watch Glen work, Cathy asked
if he'd like a soda.
	"That'd be great."  Glen said, never taking
his eyes off the monitor screen.
	"Coke, Pepsi?"
	"You wouldn't happen to have any
Mountain Dew, would you?"  he said, turning
around and looking at Cathy with a broad smile.
	"Let me take a look down in the
basement."  Cathy said, admiring his smile.  "I
think there might be some left over from our last
party."
	Glen was already back at work before
Cathy exited the room.
	As she looked through the cans of soda
stacked in the basement pantry, Cathy was sure
she was going to find a good use for that vibrator
she kept in her night table tonight.  When she
really thought about it, she thought it was funny
that she would find Glen so attractive.  Back when
she'd been in high school, she really hadn't been
that interested in guys her age. Then again, at that
point in her life, she hadn't been too interested in
guys period.
	"Bingo!" she said in triumph as she spotted
a green can in the back of the shelf.
	A quick side trip to the kitchen produced a
glass full of ice and a few snacks to go with the
soda.  As she carefully navigated the stairs with
her burden, Cathy wondered if Glen would still be
working on the computer when supper time rolled
around.
	
	Stepping into the workroom, Cathy's blue
eyes opened wide in amazement as she saw the
familiar picture of the starship Enterprise that
served as windows wallpaper filling the
computer's monitor screen. She couldn't have been
gone more than ten minutes.
	"You fixed it."  she excitedly called out as
she set the tray down on the snack table.
	"It was nothing, really."  Glen said as he
began sprouting  what Cathy categorized  as
techno-babble.  He might look like a varsity
player, but he still had the mind of a nerd.  Finally
he came to the point and said he'd like to run a
few more tests on the system.
	"Sure, you're the disk-doctor."  Cathy
laughed, relieved that she now didn't have to even
mention to her husband that the computer had
crashed.
	Leaving Glen to his work, Cathy spent the
next ten minutes cleaning up the adjacent
bedroom.  She was wondering if she should offer
him money for the work he'd done.  Even though
he was doing it as a favor for his mother, Cathy
felt she should at least make the gesture.  And if
he accepted, so much the better.
	
	"Oh shit!"  Glen yelled loud enough to be
heard in the next room.
	Cathy dropped what she was doing and
rushed out into the hallway.
	"I don't believe it!"  he continued.
	"What's wrong?"  Cathy called out as she
burst into the room, visions of a totally ruined
hard drive in her head.
	
	It was a few seconds before Glen took his
eyes off the screen.  A screen filled with Windows
95's Explorer and a few open text files.
	"What's the matter?"  Cathy asked, unable
to imagine what could've caused the young man's
reaction.
	"You're Anne O' Donnell!"  Glen
exclaimed as the older woman stepped into the
room.

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