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NWMD10.TXT -- 10/18(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 10
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
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Marnie waited, agitated, embarrassed, concerned, for her first of the day
appointment with Dr. Cunningham. The previous afternoon, she had a rough day,
to say the least. The blackmailing Larcher, exchanged favors with Marnie, only
she got the long, wide end of a stick. In a span of half an hour, Marnie went
from the best fuck of her life to the most horrible. She was conned into
having sex with a mentally dimmed, inexperienced large sized man with a cock of
unusual proportions. She was stretched and bruised to such a degree, that she
was here, in Dr. Cunningham's office, to be checked out for any permanent
damage or loss of function.
Her condition was serious enough in her mind to risk Dr. Cunningham finding out
about her exploits at the hand of Larcher, and the possibility that he would
not be professional enough to keep it from his wife, her friend, or from
members of a tennis club they all belonged to. She was there early. She
didn't want to wait in a busy waiting room. She was waiting for Dr. Cunningham
to arrive, at this point, sitting with an agitated worried stare, but managed a
friendly smile when the receptionist had eye contact with her. "He just
arrived." The receptionist finally said. "It will be just a minute before he
is ready for you."
Marnie was getting nervous, like she was the lead in her high school play on
opening day before her first scene. "Maybe I should just wait a week and see
if it heals on its own." She thought. "I could see him later . . ."
"Doctor can see you now." The nurse said.
She held the door for Marnie with her rear, hugging Marnie's file to her chest.
When she saw Marnie's difficulty in walking, she held out her hand in an offer
of assistance. "You look sore. Take the first one on the left there." She
said.
Marnie went in the room and turned around stiffly. "Can I help you with
anything, your clothes, getting on the table?" She asked concerned.
"No, thank you. I've been managing." Marnie said.
"I'll go tell Dr. C. your almost ready then." The nurse said.
Marnie heard a gentle rapping at the door, as she was tying the bottoms of the
gown in back. Naked except for her bra and hospital gown, Marnie looked
startled and embarrassed when Dr. Cunningham walked in with the nurse. "She's
having trouble ambulating. I think we should help her up to the examining
table." The nurse told the doctor.
"Hi Marnie. What seems to be the problem?" The doctor asked, as he helped her
step on a step stool the nurse set down by the table for her.
"Hi Dan. How's Ginney?" Marnie asked, as she gingerly sat down on the
tabletop.
"She's fine. She didn't know I'd be seeing you today or she would have asked
me to say 'hi' for her. Now, what brings you here today?" The doctor probed.
"I wonder if I could speak to you alone first." Marnie posed to the doctor.
"Helen, would you mind? I'll buzz for you when I need you. Thanks." He said
to his nurse. "Now what seems to be the matter?"
"Dan, I need you to examine me, and tell me if I'm okay, but please don't ask
me how it happened. Can we have a deal?" Marnie asked worried.
"Sure Marnie, I won't ask, unless it is necessary for the diagnosis, fair
enough?"
"Okay." Marnie said, as she swung herself around on her back, feet on the end
of the table, waiting for the stirrups to be swung into place. When they were
set, she moved her legs into them with the Dr.'s assistance.
Dr. Cunningham stared in shock at the condition of this proper and straight
friend of his. Not knowing exactly what to say to have a discussion about it,
direct questions about the circumstances were off limits, he said, "It looks
like you've been pretty busy down here."
Marnie blushed all shades of red. It was not the bedside manner she had hoped
for. "Dan, how does it look? Am I going to be okay? Am I going to be able to
have normal relations with Roger again? What do you think?" She asked, not
giving him much chance to answer in between.
"Marnie, you have considerable contusions, stretching and swelling. I really
should look inside, but I don't think I'd be able to do so without a local
anesthetic. Let me see if you feel this." He touched the bottom crease of her
vagina towards the rectum. "Does that hurt?"
"Yesssss."
Then he touched the labial lips with his thumb and middle finger, working his
way up. "How about that?"
"Yes, ahunh."
Then he touched her clitoris. "Feel that?"
"Yes." She said, staring at the overhead light and biting her upper lip.
"But, does it hurt?"
"No." She said, hypersensitive to any attention her clitoris gets these days.
"Well, does it feel good?" The Dr. asked.
"Yesssss." She said, letting out a long breath she had been involuntarily
holding.
"As in arousal?" He clarified.
"Yes. Can we see if I still work okay? Please don't stop yet." Marnie said,
basked in humiliation, but no longer willing to let people not finish what they
start with her.
"Marnie, that's not entirely proper, but if you insist, I'll oblige, but please
don't make any noise, if it happens for you. Promise me, or I stop." The Dr.
ordered.
"Oh god, Dan I think it's working okay. Please don't stop. I'll be quiet.
Ohmygod. I'm so happy. It's going to work again. Oh please keep it higher
up. That's it, it hurts lower down. Oh yes, Dan, thank you, it's w o r k i n
g. Eeeyagh." She finally exclaimed around her forearm, she was using to muffle
her reaction to cumming at the Dr.'s touch.
"Well I guess that answers one of you questions. I still think I'm going to
need to check inside. With this much trauma outside, I've got to be sure that
there isn't tearing or hemorrhaging inside. Will that be okay with you?" He
asked, looking a little dazed at what his friend had just asked him to do.
Marnie nodded, embarrassed at what she had just asked of him, humiliated that
it had come to this, that she would beg to have her doctor and friend get her
off in the clinical setting of an examining room.
"I know I agreed not to ask, but don't you want to tell me what happened? Roger
didn't do this to you did he? That would be reportable you realize."
"Oh no, it had nothing to do with Roger." Marnie quickly said in his defense,
but was uncomfortable with even giving that much information.
"It might help me in the examination to know if it was human, animal, or an
inanimate object that caused this. I'd want to help you if it happened against
your will. Do you see why it might be to your advantage to tell me a little
bit about the injury. I'd like to help as your doctor, as well as your friend.
As your doctor I'd need to know if I should give you a tetanus shot. As your
friend, I'd like to think I can provide you access to resources that can fix
your situation." He said in one final attempt to get the necessary information
from her.
"Oh Dan, I can't." She said in tears. The doctor went to open the door to
call in the nurse, but Marnie said, "No wait. You've got to promise me you
won't tell Ginny, not anyone, not even hints. No one must know. Do you
understand? No one. You have to give me your word, as my doctor, and as my
friend. You will be the only person I know that will know about any of this,
and I've got to keep it here, between you and me, it can't leave this room. Do
I have your word of honor?" Marnie said, having sat back up."
The doctor put his hand on her knee and assured her that she could speak in
total confidence.
"Well you see it started with this man and his son, who are blackmailing me . .
. . ."
". . . . . neither Roger nor Brenda know. I've got to keep it that way. I'm
thinking about calling Larcher's bluff, but I haven't put all the pieces in
place yet to do that. I won't know when he'll contact me again. No wait,
damn, I'm going to have to contact him to find out how to get some photo's I
had taken of me for Roger's birthday coming up. You and Ginny are coming, she
already got back to me." She said, telling her doctor friend the story for the
most part.
"How about I write you a letter before you leave today saying that you are
instructed not to have intercourse for two weeks due to your condition. If he
tries anything, you show him the letter from your doctor, and he'll have to
leave you alone for that stretch of time. It will give you a chance to heal,
put on Roger's fortieth, and put your plan together for this dilemma. How does
that sound." The doctor proposed.
"That sounds wonderful, especially if it works." Marnie said, somewhat
relieved that she had an ally, finally, in her corner.
"Now I'll get Helen, and we'll get you completely checked out, and send you on
your way with everything you need."
Marnie had to wait in the reception area for fifteen minutes while the doctor's
letter for her was transcribed and signed. The anesthetic helped her sit and
walk. She was glad that she was expected to have full function and recovery.
The only question medically now was, how stretched out she may remain after she
healed completely. There still was the question of how to break it to Roger,
that the morning and evening fuckfest he was growing used to, and enjoying, was
coming to a screeching halt for a while. Last night was fatigue, tonight can
be a headache, but what about tomorrow?
Roger was very disappointed to miss two nights and a morning. He had been
taking vitamin E, and everything else he could think of, to stay in form for
his sexy wife. With all of the buzz and heightened sexuality around his
office, he was looking forward to their lovemaking twice a day.
Marnie felt a little guilty about turning him down that night, because she was
the one responsible for changing the pattern in the first place. It was on her
mind in her dreams in the early morning, and the thoughts around it woke her
up, so she couldn't go back to sleep. She knelt beside her husband who was
sound asleep in just his boxers. She slipped his trunks down as far below his
crotch as she could get them. Basically, the waistband was tight below his
balls, pushing them out a little. She bent over and put his cock in her mouth
and started laving the head with her tongue. He moaned in his sleep, as if she
were now in his dream. Roger got harder and harder. Marnie put her right hand
on his balls and gently squeezed and kneaded them for his stimulation. Roger
was starting to perspire from his twisting and flopping. Whatever his dream
was, he was going to be in the major throws of a whopper orgasm shortly, Marnie
surmised.
Roger opened his eyes suddenly and discovered his wife working his cock and
balls with practiced expertise. He wanted to hug her, but she sent him back
down to the pillow with her left hand on his chest. Then he wanted to play
with her tits and nipples, but Marnie extended his arms over his head, to
minimize her level of arousal from his touch.
When he brought his arms down again unconsciously to touch her, she said, "Now
don't be naughty, or I'll have to tie them up."
They both paused, and thought about what she had just said, registering their
individual fantasies that resulted from the notion. Roger kept his arms up
through his flopping orgasm, as if his arms were tied overhead. This action on
his part was not lost on Marnie either.
When she let him rest and luxuriate from her loving touch, he still had his
arms over his head, when he pursed his lips to show he was wanting to kiss her.
She fed the fantasy and bent over and kissed him passionately, until she ended
it all by tickling him under the arms and said, "If you want the shower before
me, you'd better get up now."
"How about I get up now, and you join me in the shower." Roger said.
Marnie thought about it for a moment. She loved double showering. "I'm sure
now that I could take care of any problems after he's gone. Sure, why not."
She thought as she decided to hop in with him. They lathered each other up.
Marnie's nipples pushed hard against Roger's palm as he glided his hand over
her slippery globes. Roger's cock was hard as steel and his balls squishy as
she kneaded them with soapy fingers. Roger was on tiptoes, and every time he
reached for Marnie's cunt, she stepped up her massage to keep his hand away
from her injured twat. Roger finally had to keep his hands on Marnie's
shoulders for support as she relentlessly worked his cock and balls to his
second climax of the morning. He was fine, at that point with the fact that
Marnie didn't ask anything more from him for herself.
As she kissed him goodbye for the day, Marnie decided to run back up stairs and
try to clip her own horns the way Dr. Dan had done for her the day before,
excited that she could do it, despite her pain in other parts of her sexual
apparatus. Just as she was ready to ascend the stairs, Brenda was coming down.
She decided to talk to her first as she followed her into the kitchen.
"Good morning Dear. Have you anything special planned for today?" Marnie
asked.
"Hey Mom. I was just going cruising with Jeff Larcher and his friends."
"Brenda, Dear, what exactly is your relationship with Jeff?" Marnie asked
concerned.
"Well, we are becoming friends, I guess."
"What do you see in him that the rest of us can't see?" Marnie said with a
little bite.
"He's kind of different, and my other friends are fascinated with the fact that
I would even go out with him."
"What does that tell you, if your decent friends, that are going to make
something of their lives, can't fathom you going out with him?" Marnie
challenged.
"It's nothing serious. He's hot for me, and I like that, but I'm just using
him to have a good time. Don't worry Mom, I wouldn't do the nasty with him."
Brenda said candidly.
"What would you say if I asked you not to see him anymore?" Marnie quizzed.
"I'd say you were overbearing, untrusting, and losing your mother card with
me." Brenda bit back.
"What if I told you that I knew something about both Jeff and his dad that
should be of grave concern to you, but that I was unable to tell you what it
was. Would you trust me, and stay away from both of them?" Marnie cautiously
ran past her daughter.
"I'd say you'd have to trust me with the information, so I could appreciate the
gravity of it like you." Brenda said with raised eyebrows, waiting for her
mother to spill her beans.
"Walter is not a nice man, even though he can seem helpful, he has a very mean
streak that you should watch out for. Jeff is just an immature version of his
dad, who has one thing on his mind, that doesn't involve any concern for you or
your feelings. It is best to stay as far away as possible from both of them,
believe me." Marnie said.
"Well Mom, you talk a lot about them, and it is always a slam, but you never
say 'why'. It looks like you have an unjustified grudge against the both of
them, and you are recruiting me for your purposes." Brenda said back.
"Oh Brenda, Dear. What are you planning to do with him today?"
"We, and some of his friends, are going to the quarry." Brenda was saying.
"Don't worry, I don't do drugs, booze, or sex, Mom."
"Oh Brenda, please be careful."
"I can take care of myself Mom."
After a pause, where Marnie emoted concern about Brenda's contact with Jeff,
she asked, "So, did you hear back at all about your photos?"
"Ya know, we both got out of Walter's car and forgot to ask him how to get in
touch with Kenneth. I'll ask Jeff today if he knows." Brenda said.
"You do that, because I've got to get to Kenneth about the boudoir shots for
your dad's fortieth." She said. "Brenda, I love you very much. Please be
careful." Then Marnie gave her a hug and a kiss.
After Brenda left, Marnie thought that, since Kenneth was one of Larcher's
connections that he might have a presence at the agency building Larcher used
to work at. She went downtown to the building that started this whole dilemma
for her. She went to the directory in the lobby and looked for anyone with the
name Kenneth, or any offices which had a hint of photography in their name. She
came up with three possibilities, one on each of the first three floors above
ground level. She decided to start with floor two.
When she got to "Ken's Designs", she learned that it was the office of a set
designer. On the third floor, she came across the office of "The Model Image",
just the kind of operation Kenneth might be associated with, but no Kenneth
working there. On the fourth floor, she entered the office of "Bluesky
Photographic Productions".
"You're late! Come on lets get you ready" A lady with glasses down her nose,
pen in her hair, short skirt, blouse with sleeves rolled up and an open vest,
grabbed her arm and kept on barking instructions, as she dragged Marnie down a
hall to a room that opened up to a studio with camera crew, set and two models
standing impatiently waiting to get started. "Here, let me help you get this
on, you've held up the whole set. Why didn't you call?" She said as she
started undressing Marnie.
She waved another lady over to help her. Marnie was trying to explain and
re-button things as fast as they were being unbuttoned, but with two hands now,
she was losing ground. "Ah Miss, Oh Miss, I think there is some . . . please
listen, I think you . . . now stop! You have made a mistake. I'm not who you
think I am." Marnie finally said.
"You're the right height, build, hair color, no mistake, you're right for the
job." The lady said, now with Marnie down to her underwear. In the first
shot, you'll wear these." She said, as a make up artist was painting Marnie's
lips and her bra and panties were being removed.
"Now listen! All of you." Marnie said, stomping her foot to get them all to
stop. "I didn't come here for a shoot, I came to see if some pictures I had
shot are ready for me to check out."
"When were they shot?" The lady asked.
"Last weekend, by Kenneth and his wife Maggie. Do they work here?"
"Sometimes."
"Well how do I get in touch with them?" Marnie asked.
"I could probably get you in touch with them, but you see I have this problem.
I am losing this company a great deal of money every minute I don't get this
shoot under way. I thought you were the third model. You'd be perfect to
replace her. Sounds like you've worked with the best. If you'd be willing to
stand in, not only will you make some cash for showing up, but I'd be inclined
to help you for you helping me save my job. What do you say?"
Marnie thought a minute. "I've had my picture taken so much lately, I could
probably pull this off. If she helps me find Kenneth, then I don't have to go
through Larcher. Hey I could even make some cash to help pay for the Roger's
shindig."
"Okay. What's the shoot about?" Marnie asked.
"Story illustrations. There will be several costume changes and it will last
about three to four hours, agreed? The lady asked, making sure Marnie would
commit to it, and not walk out in the middle. Marnie nodded. "Okay, lets get
this on and get started."
The lady put a sheer full length gown on Marnie which cinched around the
middle, and was trimmed along the low neckline with sequins. A garland of fake
flowers was placed in Marnie's hair like a tiara. She was given a small
bouquet of fake flowers to hold.
"What is this illustrating?" Marnie asked, as the lady accompanied her to the
waiting models similarly dressed.
"The 'Judgment of Paris', are you familiar with that story?" She asked.
"Yes, I think so basically." Marnie said a little puzzled.
The lady read from a script prepared to set the stage for the shoot. "Eris,
the lady of discord, was left out of a grand wedding at which the Gods
themselves were in attendance. She came to the wedding unseen and rolled a
golden apple onto the floor with an inscription which read, 'For the pretty
one'. It came to rest at the feet of Hera, Athena, and Aphrodite. That's you
three. Hera picked it up saying 'It's mine'. 'No it's mine.' said Athena, 'No
it's for me.' said Aphrodite. So now in this scene there is a quarrel. Be
careful of the costumes, but look like you're mixing it up." She directed.
They started to pose with scowls holding on to hair, exposing breasts, kicking
up dresses. The lady got in and posed them in all sorts of scenarios. One had
Marnie bent over with her hair being pulled with one model's hand and her dress
being pulled up with her other. With her swollen cunt on display for the
camera, several shots were quickly run off. She didn't know if she was going
to like this. The models were encouraged to look more savage, and in one shot,
Marnie was posed about to bite one model's nipples menacingly, while the other
had her hand raised as if she was in mid-spank on Marnie's bare bottom.
The lady continued. "The three goddesses wanted Zeus to decide, but he refused
thinking wisely that his life would be forever cursed by the two he did not
pick. It was suggested that Paris of Troy be the judge, he was considered a
good judge of beauty. Okay, somebody find Bobby, we need him now to play
Paris." The lady ordered.
In walked a blond Adonis of a man about 28 years old, well muscled and wearing
a headband, very short, decoratively trimmed toga ending in a skirt below the
belt cinching the waist, that barely covered his crotch, and sandals that had
thongs, wrapping crisscrossed up his calves. The shepherds crook identified
him as one who tended a flock. Marnie was getting the complete picture now as
she realized that a Greek shepherd would have jet black hair.
The set changed with a new backdrop, a fake rock and a scrubby tree. Paris was
seated on the rock holding his shepherd's crook with both hands waiting for his
instructions. The three models were brought back on the set as they all
listened to the lady read.
"Hermes, who has escorted the three goddesses to Troy, hands Paris the apple.
Where's the apple, I can't believe he's not holding the apple. Com'on people,
we have a lot of shooting to do. Can't I get some cooperation, some
independent thinking? Okay, thanks. Bobby you hold the apple and read the
inscription. Okay Vince shoot that. Flash! Flash! Now Paris complains to
Hermes, 'How can a mere mortal decide the beauty of goddesses.? They are all
spectacular. When I look at one I think she is the best, then I look at
another and think she is the best.' Well Paris must do it because it is the
order of Zeus, so he agrees to do it, if Hermes can guarantee that the
goddesses won't be mad after he chooses. With the promise from the three,
Paris says he will decide if he gets to see them privately, one at a time. So
you can be Hera, you Athena, and you Aphrodite. Okay Hera first." She said.
That was Marnie. "Okay, now you will convince him to pick you using all of
your wiles." She said.
"But what do I do?" Marnie asked, completely lost for ideas.
"You just do exactly like I say, and I'll talk you through it, okay?"
"I suppose." Marnie said, in nearly a whine.
"Now get at the far end of the set and approach him. Back light this please."
She said, arranging it to highlight Marnie's form under the garment. Flash!
"Now stop half way. Put a leg out in front of the other and pull your dress
up." Flash! Flash! "That's it, now higher." Flash! Flash! "Now hold it
with your left while you slip the left shoulder strap off with the right."
Flash! "Now pull it down so the breast is exposed." Flash! Flash! "Pinch
the nipple so it gets harder. That's it." Flash! Flash!
"Oh no, can they tell how hot this is making me? Hey lady let it flow, that's
exactly what they do want from you. Go girl, get turned on." Marnie thought
to herself. "I wonder if I can get Blondie here to lift his skirt without
using his hands?" Marnie challenged to herself. Now she took over, the lady
and the others relaxed from working it, and started to enjoy the show Marnie
was putting on. Paris began to respond to this seduction designed for him. His
pink cockhead started to peek at the goings on from under the toga's skirt.
Marnie was now completely naked, dancing a slow cobra-like dance with her hands
above her head and her legs opened by her knees pointing out. "Now Blondie's
friend has come out to play." She said to herself, looking at a good eight
inches and a sack of a couple of plums under the toga's skirt sticking straight
out. "There, I did it, he'll pick me. He's pointing right at me." Marnie
said to herself, fantasizing as if this were a real contest. The n she
stopped, figuring it was the next girl's turn. The pictures stopped.
Everything stopped.
"Well?" The lady said.
"Well what?" Marnie responded.
"Well, where are you going to put it for the shot?" She said, imploringly.
Marnie looked quizzically. "Hera has this one chance to sway Paris. You have
the advantage of going first. Take it and go with it. Let the others figure
out what they will do to top Hera, the wife of Zeus."
Marnie knelt down between Paris' legs and with her hands stroking his strong
thighs, she put her mouth on his waiting cock. Pictures were snapping
regularly with the motorized drives. She looked up for a signal to stop but
everyone kept on watching. Finally, Marnie took it upon herself to stop,
figuring there were a couple of rolls run off at least. She stood and waited
to be excused so the next goddess could move in and do her thing.
"Well?" The lady said again.
"Not this again." Marnie thought to herself.
"What now?" Marnie said slightly annoyed.
"Where are you going to put it?" Came the question again.
"But . . . but . . ." She was trying to protest.
"The butt's okay. Well, you have Paris where you want him. Now if you want
him in your butt, may I suggest some lubrication?" The lady said, snapping her
fingers at an assistant, who ran off for some cold cream. "Okay, do Bobby a
little, but don't make him too shiny, and I'll see to Hera here. Please bend
some more, that's it. You'll be thanking us for this cream." She said as she
worked a dollop of cream in and around Marnie's rear opening. "Now over in
front of Paris. Lets try hands on ankles first. My god, those are the
puffiest lips I've seen on a woman."
Marnie shot up like a rocket, tits flopping, embarrassed at the gynecological
observation.
"You're sensitive about that, well how about just hands on knees then." She
said, positioning Marnie in front of Paris. Flash! Flash! "Okay, Bobby, I
mean Paris, stand and deliver."
Pictures were snapping like clockwork as Paris stood behind Marnie with his
hands on her ass cheeks. He had his large cock at her hole. Marnie didn't
think it would go in. She braced herself spartanly, though, in defiance of her
doubts. She reached back with her hands to hold the cheeks apart and stuck her
ass obscenely out to give his cock every advantage at entering. He pushed,
Marnie moaned, it didn't get past the sphincter ring. He pushed again a little
harder. Marnie gave a plaintive wail. Still no entry. He looked at the lady
for "what to do?" She waved him on for another try. He pushed harder, and
Marnie pulled her cheeks apart a little more. Success. He managed to get just
the head in and held it as Marnie tried to catch up with her breathing.
This was fine, though for the picture taking. He was in, Marnie was having a
real and natural reaction to it, and it would play well to the tune of the
story.
"Okay, that's it." The lady finally chirped in. "Athena's turn."
Marnie was now sore to sit in any fashion, between her cunt and her ass, so she
stood to watch the others go through similar acts and shots. Finally,
Aphrodite, who promised Paris, she would give him Helen, Helen of Troy, took
Paris' pent up load all over her face, and was crowned the victor.
There were different costumes, different scripts, and pretty much the same
kinds of shots. Marnie had to insist that she always take it in her rear
because of her injured twat. She was as horny as she ever was in her life when
it was time to quit. Even though one scene had her fingering her clit, it only
lasted as long as necessary to run off the required shots. All those cocks,
the sexy situations, never getting a chance to go beyond posing. At least when
she did the movie, she could work through the arousal to a conclusion.
When she got dressed, the lady came up to her with a document to sign. "In
order to pay you, I'll need you to sign this." She said handing the contract
and pen to Marnie, waiting for her to sign while holding the $1,200.00 check
made out to her in the air between her first two fingers.
"So, what about Kenneth and Maggie?" Marnie asked, ready to leave.
"Well, he's scheduled back here a week from tomorrow, or you might find them at
'Swaggers' during the day or 'Shareholders' at night.
"What is their last name? Maybe I can find a home address." Marnie supposed.
"I can do better than that, I think I have an old card of his. I don't know if
the numbers still work, but it shows his last name 'Brannon', and his pager
number." She said, handing the card she dug up to Marnie, with a smile.
"Thanks for helping me out. You were great. Can I call you again?"
"Marnie was preoccupied with getting in touch the Brannons so she absently
said, "Sure, thanks."
"By the way, where is this illustrated story going to appear." Marnie asked,
as she handed the signed document back in exchange for the check.
"On an Internet site." The lady said matter-of-factly. Marnie look horrified.
"Oh don't worry. It is a pay site, subscribers only. No one you know will
ever see it." She thought better of mentioning the Newsgroup advertising posts
that bring people to the site.
Comments welcomed: spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
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or
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