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       "Exchange Program", by Clint Quinn (cquinn@wincom.net)

I finally figured out how to post right! Seems I had some kind of
mental block about really esoteric concepts like "cutting and pasting"
(Duhhh...!). Anyway, here it is in plain text, so enjoy! As usual,
comments and constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated. Oh,
and Happy New Year!  :-)

                     EXCHANGE PROGRAM, by Clint Quinn.

     The offer to become a colonist on New Ontario was too good
to resist, coming on the heels of a disgustingly political battle
I'd recently lost about funding for my research project. My
colleagues commiserated with me, urging me to move on to the next
battle, but I knew that I'd had enough. My chosen career was
becoming more and more about salesmanship than about
neurochemistry; I was tired of it, and I wanted out.
     New Ontario was an agricultural planet, settled about thirty
years ago. It was idyllic, a world of forests, grasslands, plenty
of freshwater lakes, and an infinite number of sandy beaches. The
only trouble was that anyone who wanted to be a colonist there
had to be willing to work bloody hard. That was no problem with
me; physical labour that produced results that you could actually
hold in your hands and even eat sounded wonderfully attractive.
My sister, Claudine, lived there, and it would be fun to see her
again.
     So I handed in my resignation at the University, and signed
up for the next outbound shuttle.
     Three weeks afterwards, I stepped off the landing craft into
the bright sunshine of the Municipality of Kente. The community's
small spaceport was on the shores of Prince Edward Lake, and the
sparkling blue waters were a sight for sore eyes. After three
weeks of space travel, everything else was sore, too, so I
gingerly trekked over to the Immigration Centre with the rest of
my group.
     After having my papers processed, I was given a package that
contained rules, regulations, maps, the location of my living
quarters, and my work schedule. I looked at it, and noted that I
had two days off before my first sixteen day rotation started.
Then I'd get three days off before another sixteen days of work.
     I was walking along, not paying any attention to where I was
going, when someone grabbed me and almost crushed my bones with a
bear hug.
     "Alain! I was wondering when you'd get out here!" Claudine
released me, aware of my feeble attempts to return the embrace.
     "It's good to see you, too, Claudine."
     She took my arm and began walking with me. I felt a little
funny, because although my sister is somewhat Amazonian in
proportions, I am a little taller and a bit heavier; yet I was, I
found as we walked along, grateful for her assistance.
     "It won't take you long to build up your strength again, you
know.", she told me cheerfully. "You always did have good muscle
tone."
     She was right; somehow I'd always managed to stay in
reasonable shape, and I guess that's part of the reason I was
accepted as a colonist. Claudine was never one to put on excess
weight, either, and that served her quite well, not only as a
worker, but in her recreational pursuits as well; Claudine's
libido was the stuff that legends are made of.
     We walked to the end of the gravel-covered street that led
from the spaceport, and turned left along another street, lined
with wood frame, three story buildings that had a slightly
Victorian appearance. I knew they were basically just
dormitories, but they were quite attractive buildings
nonetheless.
     We reached the last building on the street, and Claudine
spoke up, sounding quite pleased with herself. "I had to pull a
few strings, but I got you a room right by the beach." She
grinned at me. "Not that you'll have time to enjoy it, mind you!"
She patted me on the arm, and started to walk away.
     "Hey, where are you going?"
     She turned back to me. "Back to the spaceport. I'm going to
Welnaria, on an exchange program!"
     It didn't surprise me, really. My sister has always been in
perpetual motion. So I just looked to the sky for a second, and
sighed. "So when do we get to talk?"
     She came back to me, and patted my arm. "I'll be back in a
month, then we can talk like old times, okay? Oh, by the way. My
exchange partner -- from Welnaria? Her name is Kera, and she's
already here. She's in the same residence, just downstairs from
your room. And I've already told you what a nice, non-threatening,
caring human male you are."
     I blushed. She always has teased me like that, I guess
because of my somewhat unenthusiastic attitude towards dating.
Because social dating on Earth always seemed to have more than a
whiff of economic and political gamesmanship to it, I rarely
found it worth the bother to ask anyone out. It was too much like
my job.
     "Bye, Claudine. Enjoy yourself." I gave her as much of a hug
as I could, and I felt surprised that my strength seemed to be
coming back already.
     She turned around, and waved, her back to me as she walked
quickly off down the road.
     I went in the front door, up the stairs to my assigned room.
It was in a corner of the building, with two windows, one looking
over a broad, expansive beach. The room itself was a little
fancier than I'd expected, with intricately carved furniture and
drapes made of some coarse, reed-like material that had been
woven into an intricate design. The room smelled like freshly cut
wood.
     I tossed the one thing I'd brought from Earth, a blue
eiderdown that I'd bought in the duty-free shop at Toronto, onto
the bed and spread it out, then I lay down, listening to the
sounds from outside, the wind whispering through the trees, the
waves on the beach, and voices of the "day-off-ers" who were
enjoying their rare time off work. Before long, I fell asleep.
     The next day I met my co-workers at the communal breakfast
table, and was greeted warmly. Everyone was eager to talk with
me, and I found out that many of the colonists were like me,
tired of the political gamesmanship that seemed to have seeped
into most occupations back on Earth. Grigory, a huge but genial
tractor mechanic from Kiev, told me that he'd left Russia when
he'd been told that there was no commercial applications for his
original field, quantum physics.
     "How can they say that!", he said, his voice ringing through
the large dining room. "If everything had to have an immediate
commercial application, then there would be no one here, or on
all the other colonies. The bureaucracy," he pronounced as he set
down his coffee mug on the table with a thump, "has fallen in
love with money. There are no more dreamers there!"
     I also met Kera for the first time at the breakfast table.
It would have been impossible to not pick her out immediately, as
she was the only one who looked like a child.
     Actually, not quite a child -- she looked to be around
fourteen or fifteen years of age. She had fine blonde hair, done
up in a French braid, and sparkling blue eyes that looked
intently at whoever was speaking. When she spoke, her voice was
quiet but precise -- she did not come across as being shy, but as
someone who had learned English as a second language and was just
the slightest bit unsure of whether she was speaking properly.
     After I'd eaten, I walked out the building with her, then
introduced myself. "Hi, my name's Alain. You must be Kera!" I
extended my hand, and she took it solemnly, then ran her fingers
over it, as though to investigate the texture.
     "Yes. I am Kera." She looked directly at me, her blue eyes
unblinking. I felt a little unsettled at her direct gaze.
     "Uh -- I hope you don't take this the wrong way, but you
seem -- a little young?"
     She gave me a hint of a smile. "That is a common -- mistake.
"Our people do not show signs of aging until well into late
middle age. I, in fact, am the equivalent of about -- forty of
your Earth years old. Otherwise, we are anatomically -- the
same."
     "Oh. Well -- I'll try not to be condescending to you, then."
I smiled, hoping to get myself off the hook.
     A ghost of a smile crossed her freckled, rounded face. "Your
sibling told me that you were very kind. I am glad that she was
correct."
     I looked down, remembering what Claudine had said before
she'd left. I felt Kera's hand touch me softly on the arm. I
blushed some more.
     "You are embarrassed? I do not understand why, but I
apologize."
     "No. No, it's not you're fault." I smiled wryly. "Claudine
has a way of teasing me, and you just reminded me of that."
     "Is it what she said to me about you?" Kera looked at me
with her head cocked at an angle "I do not think I understand.
You are embarrassed by her compliment?"
     I sighed. "No, Kera. It was what she said she'd told you
about me. She went a little overboard."
     "Overboard? You mean she exaggerated!" She nodded with
understanding. "I believe I understand, somewhat."
     "Yes, that's it. Exaggeration. That's how we make jokes,
sometimes."
     The small woman nodded. "I am afraid that I must work now.
Perhaps we will speak later?" She looked at me expectantly.
     I paused a little, intrigued by her gaze. Apparently, she
would have waited all day, as she made no move to break the eye
contact. "Of course. I'd love to talk to you again."
     As soon as the words were out of my mouth, she turned and
left, my eyes on her as she walked quickly down the road. I found
myself quite intrigued by her subtle movements, then quickly
looked away. I went back into the residence, found a book in the
well-stocked library, then went to the beach to read.
     The next sixteen days went by very quickly. We were digging
an irrigation system for one of the newly opened up ranges, and
the work was quite strenuous. I surprised myself how quickly I
was able to work, and, after the first few days, the agonizingly
aching muscles that bothered me after each eight-hour shift were
no longer a problem.
     What really surprised me, however, was Kera; her strength
was breathtaking. She worked quickly and efficiently, tossing
shovelful after shovelful of the native soil out of the
irrigation trenches, without missing a beat. I wouldn't say that
she was superhumanly strong, but she was certainly unusually
powerful for someone of her size. I admired her, and I suppose
that everyone saw that.
     On our first day off, after lunch, Grigor came over to me
and gave me a big grin as he laid a paw on my shoulders. "You
like her, don't you?" He nodded in Kera's direction.
     "Oh. Well, I suppose. She's a pleasant enough person."
     "All the other men are afraid of her. Of her strength. Yet I
don't see the same fear in you, my friend!"
     "Why should I be afraid of her?", I asked, genuinely
puzzled. "Why is anyone afraid of her? She's here to help us
build an irrigation ditch, she's not some kind of -- alien
monster!"
     The big Russian laughed. "No, she is not a monster. She is a
woman, but I think only you feel that she is such."
     "Look, Grigor. I know you mean well, but I'm not the type of
man who chases women around, especially when there's a lot of
people around that have to get along together. Besides, look at
her. She looks like a kid!"
     Grigor was no longer smiling; he looked more pensive now.
"They are afraid of that too. But, my friend Alain; you know
better; she is no child, and what's more, she has been asking
about you. 'Grigor, where is Alain from?', she asks. 'Does he
have a female partner?', she asks.' And, although she is
courteous to us all, she is more than that to you."
     I stood still, thinking about it. I wasn't embarrassed
because Grigor and I had become fast friends over the past
sixteen days. Over the odd bottle of vodka, we'd told each other
more embarrassing things than either of us knew we'd done.
     It was difficult to sort out; her ways seemed abrupt, no
matter who she was speaking to; yet I'd never seen her give even
the tiniest crack of a smile to anyone else. And, until now I'd
thought it was my imagination (or was it wishful thinking, a
mischievous voice within me piped up), but she seemed somehow --
less hard-edged, less formal around me. "What are you asking of
me, Grigor? What are you suggesting?"
     Grigor's voice was soft, but persuasive. "My friend, all I
suggest is that you not close yourself to her. Her people express
their feelings in such subtle ways; the slightest smile is like a
roar of delight would be to us. Be aware of her; she is not here
on an exchange program to dig ditches; she is here to find out
about our people. Let her find out about you, Alain. You are very
modest, I know, but you are a shining example of what our
planet's people should be like. And", said the big man, "you need
more company than a half-drunk cossack mechanic like myself can
provide!" Then he slapped me, somewhat gently for him, on the
back, and walked away.
     The work group went to the beach later, and Grigor's words
would not leave me as I swam in the chest-deep surf. Perhaps I
was not as aware of things as I thought I was.
     I saw a large wave approaching, and crouched down, ready to
body-surf. The wave crested perfectly as it reached me, and I
flung myself forward, feeling the wave accelerate me even faster
towards the shore. Finally, I grounded just before the beach, and
I stood up.
     Kera was standing in front of me, wearing a dark blue, one-piece
bathing suit. She looked at me with those piercing blue
eyes, and I admit I looked lower, admiring the swelling curve of
her hips, her thighs, and belly. I quickly looked up at her sweet
face, and said "Oh. Hi!", trying to sound assured.
     Again, the corners of her mouth bent just the slightest bit,
as she spoke. "Hello, Alain. You are very good at that."
     For a split second, I thought she meant that I was good at
ogling her. Then I realized that she'd been watching me body
surf. "Thank you, Kera. It's a lot of fun."
     "You will teach me some time?"
     "Of course."
     "If you are done swimming, would you walk with me back to
the residence?", she asked.
     "Uh -- sure. Are you done swimming?"
     "Yes. I should change now."
     We walked back up the beach to the grassy lawn in front of
the  house, and we went in the side door. Kera walked ahead of
me, and I couldn't help but watch the teenaged swing of her
buttocks as she walked.
     So, by extension, I couldn't help but feeling ashamed of
myself after I left her at her room. Embarrassed at my --
suddenly prominent display of interest, I went quickly upstairs,
took a long shower (one of the luxuries on New Ontario, due to
the plenitude of water), and went into my own room to dry off and
get some clothes on.
     I don't know what made my door slightly ajar, and I don't
know how long Kera had been watching me; but I was still naked
and brushing my hair as I began to sense a presence. I turned
around, and there she was, leaning against the side of my
doorway. She didn't flinch, or avert her gaze, and I quickly
grabbed my wet swimsuit and held it, balled up in front of me.
     "What are you looking at?" I tried to sound belligerent.
     "You."
     Her freckled face and braided blonde hair gave her a look of
such wholesome innocence that I couldn't be harsh to her and
order her out of my room. I should have, but couldn't.
     She shifted her position, folding her arms in front of her
chest and pushing her hip out. "I think you're very interesting.
Why are you holding your bathing suit in front of you?"
     I rolled my eyes. I kept forgetting that her people were
unaware of many of our taboos, and had very little concept of
modesty.
     "It's just -- just that I'm a little shy, that's all." I
felt myself blush with embarrassment, and, though I hated to
admit it, I felt more than a little complimented.
     To my surprise, she moved into the room and shut the door.
     "No one will disturb you now. Does this make you less --
shy?"
     Kera looked directly at me with her wide open, little girl
like blue eyes. I felt myself becoming aroused by her presence,
and I had to remind myself again that, despite looking as though
she were fourteen or fifteen, her age was actually equivalent to
around forty or so.
     "Do you think that I am -- interesting?"
     I simply nodded. My bathing suit dropped to the floor, and I
made no move to pick it up.
     "Ah. That is your reproductive organ. Your -- penis?"
     "Uh - huh."
     "It is very large." I had to stifle a laugh.
     "Well, thank you Kera. It's not really that big. Just your
average -- reproductive organ."
     She smiled. "The male Welnarian's is only about three
centimetres in length. It is -- functional."
     "Gee, that's too bad." I suddenly felt sorry for my sister.
     She cocked her head curiously. "I have heard that humans
perform the sexual function as a form of -- recreation. Is this
true?"
     "Well -- yeah, a lot of people do. Although there are some
exceptions. Some people feel that sex is only for reproduction."
     "Like Welnarians."
     "I guess."
     She glanced down towards my abdomen. "And your -- penis can
provide feelings of pleasure?"
     I felt a twinge of excitement. "Y-yes, it can."
     Kera came and stood in front of me, and I began to breathe
heavily. "How?"
     "Uh -- th-there are a number of n-nerve endings within the
male and female..."
     "No." She looked into me with her liquid eyes.
     "Wh-what?"
     "Show me."
     I stood stock still, looking at her short, stocky overall-clad
body. I realized that there was nothing I would rather do
more at that moment than show her. She smelled faintly of shampoo
and -- something else. You couldn't consciously smell pheremones,
could you?
     "I -- can't just.... Well, it doesn't work just like that,
you know. There are -- feelings that have to be aroused first."
     I felt her hand brush gently against me, and I flinched.
     There was a glint of amusement on her face when she said,
"That condition appears to have been met."
     "Uh -- yeah, but -- but you have to be -- aroused, too."
     "Then show me how you do that."
     I paused for a moment, then raised my hand to her hair, and
stroked it softly. "We usually start at the top, and -- work
down."
     As I undid her hair, I heard her breath shorten. "Is this
the usual procedure?"
     "Yes." I finished undoing her braids, and untangled her
fine, golden hair. "Tell me what you're feeling as I go on." I
kissed her on the neck, and she straightened.
     "Oh -- That felt like -- a shock of some kind. My
respiration is -- changing."
     I slid the shoulder straps of her overalls down her arms,
and the bib flopped over to her waist. She wore a plain white T-shirt
underneath, covering her smallish breasts. Her dishevelled
appearance excited me.
     "Do you feel uncomfortable? We can stop if you are." I ran
my hands down Kera's sides and brought them up her front, to just
below her breasts.
     "N-no. Oh, no. I feel -- interesting. Please keep touching
me."
     I put my arms around her back and hugged her tightly. For a
moment, she just leaned against me, then apparently got the idea
and wrapped her arms around me, pressing herself against me.
     "Mmm -- this feels like -- warmth? Like I--I'm inside you."
     "Would you like me to kiss you?", I whispered.
     Kera raised her head, a somewhat confused expression on her
face. "I -- I am not familiar with kissing."
     I bent my head down and lightly touched her lips with mine.
Her mouth opened as she gasped in surprise, and I quickly ran the
tip of my tongue around her soft lips. A shuddering breath ran
through her, and I felt her small body tremble.
     She copied my kiss exactly, and my own breath came out in a
sudden explosion. I placed my hand behind her head, and drew her
face close to mine. Kissing her harder this time, I probed her
mouth with my tongue, and her lips opened for me.
     We kissed like that for several moments, my hands running
through her hair, the only sounds the hissing of our ragged
breathing.
     "I -- I want to -- I want to feel my skin against yours.",
Kera stammered. I had a sudden insight into her; if Grigor's
words were correct, if Welnarian emotional expressions were as
subtle as he'd told me, Kera's evident state of arousal must have
been devastating to her psyche, an overload of sensation that
could harm her.
     "We should stop now.", I gasped, still holding her in my
arms. Those four words were the most difficult I'd ever said in
my life.
     She stabbed me with her piercing eyes, her message unclear
until she placed her hands on either side of my face.
     So we broke our embrace, and I undressed her. She stood
softly swaying, as I pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Then,
after I rolled her overalls slowly down each tapered leg, she
stepped out of them, clad only in a pair of trim black panties
that were a little small on her flaring hips.
     I stood up and hugged her again, my hand falling to the
small of her back. "Is this what you want?"
     "Oh. Yes. I -- think I -- I am sufficiently aroused."
     "Describe it to me. What does it feel like?"
     Kera's eyes were half closed, as though she were in a
trance. She spoke with haltingly, as though she were having
difficulty concentrating. "I-I am having difficulty -- tr-translating.
I cannot find -- find the words..." She put her hand
down to her belly. "It feels like -- like there is hot -- liquid
inside me." She moved her hand down. "Oh. Alain, please. I am
ready now."
     "Later. Not yet!", I whispered. "Tell me what it feels like.
In your own language." I was hungry to hear her native tongue,
the anticipation heightening my passion.
     "Tell me how it feels!", I repeated urgently, aware of the
tremendous pressure building in my groin.
     "A -- ahslava! N-nekrita. Ohh - Oss novit capetla! Mmm..."
     The words. The words meant nothing to me, but the way she
spoke them, the certainty of her meaning cut through me. There
was nothing I could do to stop myself.
     I picked her up and kissed her softly, then carried her to
my bed, laying her down on the soft, blue eiderdown. Her hair
splayed around her head as she lay there, eyes closed, chanting
rhythmically, quietly in Welnarian. I pulled her underwear off,
and she lifted her legs as I did so. Her hand moved down to the
dark mound between her legs. The sight drove me crazy with
desire, and I moved on top of her, my penis sandwiched between
Kera's belly and my own.
     "Can you talk to me, Kera? Please tell me how it feels!", I
whispered into her ear. She rolled her head back and forth,
whispering her mantra as we clung together on the bed. She was so
small that I was terrified of hurting her, so I moved ever so
slowly and carefully as we coupled, shuddering with the energies
dammed up inside; but the small, subtle movements we made
together  produced the most astonishingly arousing sensations. To
an outside observer, it probably would have seemed as though we
were hardly moving, yet the sensations, the sounds of the
squeaking bed, the feeling of her wrapped around me, the exotic
smell of our lovemaking were as profound as an asteroid impact.
     Finally, as I felt I was about to explode, Kera stiffened,
her breathing stopped, and she grasped me tighter than I have
ever been held in my life. Before I could think, she began
gasping in short little pants, that increased in frequency and
volume until she screamed one long torrent of ecstasy, and she
clutched me, inside and out, with one, huge contraction that drew
my orgasm out for what seemed like an hour.
     After a few moments, our breathing finally slowed down to
the point where we could speak.
     Kera looked up at me, her eyes piercing into me as usual as
I held her. "I -- I was not aware that -- that this could happen
to me. To any Welnarian. This -- this was called -- an orgasm?"
     "This was more than any ordinary orgasm. At least for me. I
think they're going to have to come up with a different name for
it!" I rolled off her and watched her, breasts still heaving with
effort. "Haven't you ever -- as a species -- had any kind of
sexual enjoyment?"
     She looked away from me, up at the ceiling. "Long ago, we
were as you. But modifications were done -- to our nervous
systems. To make impregnation a voluntary process. The female can
control ovulation with a thought. The male can ejaculate when he
chooses to."
     "Sounds great for birth control."
     For the first time, I saw sadness on Kera's face. "Yes. That
was the purpose. But there were costs. The nerve pathways that
conduct pleasure impulses were isolated. When we decide to have
children, the -- sexual process takes place, but it is more of a
ritual than an a necessity. It is not even necessary for the male
to have an erection."
     I didn't speak for a moment, then, "So, what happened? I
mean, lots of guys would like to claim this kind of a thing as a
personal triumph. But we both know that's not the case, don't
we?"
     Kera looked at me again, an unfamiliar softness in her eyes.
She touched me on the cheek, a human gesture that touched me more
than I could describe. "I am not sure -- but there have been
legends, of some of our people who have been able to open
different -- neural pathways, through several types of physical
and emotional stimulation." She sighed. "It was assumed to be was
a myth, that there was no truth to it. But no one had ever tried
-- we all just assumed that we were -- numbed."
     I reached around Kera's bare back and drew her to me, and
she did not resist as I held her to me.
     "It will be -- difficult -- for my culture to accept this. I
am afraid that -- when I go back to my world, I will no longer be
acceptable."
     "Can't you -- just -- leave this part out of it? I mean, I'm
going to miss you, I'm going to miss you a hell of a lot, Kera.
Because I've never felt as close to anybody than I feel to you.
But life continues, we have our different spheres of
influence..."
     Kera touched my face again. "I cannot lie, Alain. Or even
commit a lie of omission. I am honour bound to report on what
I've learned, including with you, especially with you, regardless
of personal consequences; it is why I am here. I will miss you
too. But I must face what I must face."
     And then, snuggled together on my small bed, we fell asleep.
     Over the next sixteen days, Kera and I were companions, on
the job and off, and spent much time together, although we never
made love again. I even learned how to do a French braid for her
hair. I could sense her apprehension, and I felt sad for her, as
well as guilty that I'd contributed to her coming ostracism.
Grigor occasionally tried to cheer us up with bizarre tales of
his Russian ancestors, but it was a well intentioned failure.
     Finally, the landing craft from the shuttle arrived, to
return Claudine, and bring Kera back to her home. We walked
together to the spaceport, holding hands (an affectation that
Kera picked up very quickly). We arrived at the spaceport just as
the outer airlock doors opened. I felt a slight thrill, despite
the bittersweet circumstances; it was going to be good to see
Claudine again.
     I bent down to kiss Kera, but just before I did I saw, out
of the corner of my eye, I saw my sister step flamboyantly down
from the craft.
     She was grinning hugely, a look I had only seen on her after
she'd -- shall I say -- appeased her appetites completely.
     "Hi there, little brother!" She strode over to me and
grasped me around the waist. I returned the embrace with vigour,
surprising the hell out of her.
     "Hey, Claudine. How are you?"
     She stood back and looked at me, an impressed look on her
face. "All that farm work's been good to you, Mr. Muscle." Then
she looked at Kera, who was standing patiently by my side.
     "Well. Kera. Has my brother been treating you well? I hope
he hasn't corrupted you!" Claudine winked at me.
     "No, Claudine. Alain has been extremely kind to me." She
again grasped my fingers in hers. "Just as you said."
     "That's what I thought. Listen, I think you should know
something..." She put her arms around the small Welnarian and
they spoke in a low tones that I couldn't quite hear. Then they
embraced quickly, and Kera faced me again, her expression subtly
changed. She took my hand, running her fingers absently over the
textured skin.
     "Alain -- I do not think you should worry about me very
much. Your sister has -- reassured me that things will not be --
as I had been concerned they would be. I will see you again." She
reached up and kissed me gently on the cheek, then turned and
entered the shuttle.
     As we watched the craft disappear into the sky, I turned to
Claudine. "What did you tell Kera?"
     She smiled secretively and waited for a moment. "Let's just
say I -- laid the groundwork for her return. It didn't take long
to wake those guys up, you know."
     I didn't press her. I knew that I'd hear the stories
someday, either from her own lips, or as legends told around a
campfire. The important thing was, thanks to Claudine, I wasn't
going to have to worry about Kera.


                            THE END
                          1 May, 1995



Thanks to Ray N. Velez for finding this story.
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.

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