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From the Chrysalis

By: Grey Eagle 286



I opened my eyes and tried to figure out where I was. Everything seemed blurry. I saw several people watching me. As my vision cleared I didn't see anyone I knew. Most of them wore medical scrubs. Looked like a bunch of Doctors and Nurses. The room looked like a hospital room.

I tried to sit up but a woman stepped forward and told me to just lean back and relax until I felt better. I looked around. There had to be ten people in the room looking at me. I noticed that I seemed to be wearing a lacey feminine gown instead of a hospital gown. The bodice of the gown appeared to be occupied by large breasts. Impossible, I'm a guy. Or am I? Who am I? 

The woman smiled at me, "How do you feel?"

"I don't know yet. What's going on?" It wasn't my voice; it was a very pleasant girl's voice. What the fuck was going on. Then it hit me! "Where is Ann? How is she? Is she all right?" I felt tears running down my cheeks. "Where is my sister? God help me, is she all right?"

"Please relax and try to control your self, we will answer all of your questions. My name is Doctor Elizabeth Houghton. I am the director of Emergency Services at the Hospital. As you may or may not recall that you and your sister were in freak accident. Actually both of you were dead on arrival here at the hospital. A decision was made to put both of you on life support systems until we could determine if we could resurrect either or both of you.

"Ann was basically uninjured due to Andy's heroics and total disregard for his own safety. Unfortunately an injury to her brain was fatal. Andy was severely injured. Actually the front of his body was sliced off by sheet metal roofing panels; I will leave the details until later. 

"Luckily a large group of micro surgeons were here being taught techniques for using robotic surgical practices and medical adhesive procedures on four new portable robotic machines that automatically use the new glues. Since the accident occurred virtually at our doorstep we decided to attempt to try and save one of you. Andy stopped breathing only two seconds before he was put on life support. I won't go into the mechanics of how we did this until you feel better. 

"You are actually a combination of the two people. A brain transplant was not feasible so after it was learned the two of you were identical twins it was decided to try an transplant parts of Ann's body to Andy's body. Four teams worked simultaneously with the robots and used new adhesives to glue everything back together. It was very successful. We got you stabilized and tested everything we could. We ended up having to redo a number of interfaces before we were satisfied. Many new procedures were invented and tried on you.

"Since your reproductive system, your chest, scalp and face were destroyed we replaced them with Ann's parts from your scalp to your thighs. We call you Andi. Andy with an 'i', you can just be Ann if you want."

My mind was in a whirl. The realization that my twin was dead hit me like a hammer. I know I screamed like a mortally wounded animal. I had adored my perfect sister all my life. I would never see her again. God! The pain I felt was overwhelming. I wanted to die too. We had never been apart for very long. And when we were apart we talked almost every day. How could I live without her? I closed my eyes and tried to stop breathing. I felt myself slipping away. I heard people talking. The woman shook me awake. "DON"T YOU DARE DIE WITHOUT SAYING GOODBYE TO YOUR SISTER."

I struggled back. "What? She is dead, I need to join her."

"Before you go look at this."

I opened my eyes and looked at what she was holding, a picture of Annie looking at me. Wait! It was a mirror. I looked exactly like Annie!

I raised my hand and touched my lips. Annie touched her lips. I looked at Dr. Haughton. "If I die she dies too, right?"

"Yes, she lives in you, the two of you are truly inseparable now."

"But I don't know how to be her. I don't know how to be a woman. I have always been a guy. Not a big tough one but a real guy's guy. If I am going to look like Ann I have to honor her and be like her. I have to be all the things she was that I was not. She was the perfect girl and the perfect young woman. She was beautiful and intelligent. I can't be her."

"You are going to have a hard time being anyone else. Look at yourself in the mirror. You are Ann. The teams of people did a truly amazing job on you. Most worked for eighteen to twenty hours straight to save you. This was a miracle. New techniques were invented and tried for the first time in order to save you. That all these people and the robots were here at exactly the right time and available to help is something that may never happen again."

"I guess you are right. I just don't know what to do. I need help to learn how to be a girl."

"We have a volunteer who wants to help you. She was one of Ann's best friends, a Doris Burns, do you know her?"

"No, but Ann spoke of her a lot, they worked together often. I think she is a model and travels a lot."

"Yes, that is the girl I was referring to. Doris often stayed with Ann when she was in town I believe."

I looked around the room at all the people watching me. "Please forgive me. I am still very confused but I do know I owe all of you my sincere gratitude for your help. There is no way I can ever express my thanks for what you did for us, or me." A tear or two ran down my cheeks. They all smiled and some touched me or kissed my cheek as they filed from the room.

Just Dr. Houghton and a beautiful young woman remained. The girl held my hand. Tears ran down her cheeks. "I am Doris Burns, Ann's best friend. I just can't believe she is gone. I look at you and I see her. I guess there will be a lot I will have to teach you. I have a brother too and I could never see him as a female. He doesn't know a brassiere from a bustier."

My mind was still a bit fuzzy, "I know what a 'bra' is and I think a 'bustier' is something like a light weight corset." The girl squeezed my hand hard. 

"That is good, Annie, Sweetheart, very good, maybe we can pull this off."

"Pull what off?"

"You being "Ann".

Dr. Houghton stood and said she would go arrange for my checking out of the Hospital. Doris said we would see her later. She was going to help me get dressed.

"Why is being 'Ann' so important?"

"First, You have to be someone. You know what Ann did for a living don't you?"

"Yeah, she was some sort of fashion consultant or something I think. She used to be a top model. We never discussed what she was doing now much except she said she was really starting to do well and was making good money. She always just wanted to hear about me." I felt my eyes fill with tears. "She always saved and invested her money when she was making the big bucks. I know she had plenty to live on."

"I guess she was doing well! She had just sent in a proposal to do a weekly fashion show for a cable network. It was to be in a question and answer format with a makeover section for a couple of members of the audience."

"So do you think I could pass as Ann?"

"You look exactly like her. You sound like her. We are due to shoot a pilot show to be completed in about sixty days. Everyone knows you were in a horrible accident and that your twin brother was killed. We are hoping you will try and be Ann. We, the production team, have thousands of dollars of Ann's and our money and hundreds of hours of time invested in the show."

"Listen, I just don't know if I can help you guys. I am going to have to find a job of some sort since I, as Andy, am dead. Tell me what you have in mind." 

"I am going to live with you and teach you everything you need to know to pass as Ann. You now own everything she owned because you ARE Ann, plus you inherited every thing Andy owned and his insurance."

"Oh! I had a 2,000,000.00-dollar accidental death policy with her as the beneficiary."

"No, Dear, Andy had the policy, YOU, Ann, will collect on it."

"I am going to have a tough time remembering who I am but I guess I don't really have to find a job right away."

"Don't worry about it. Everyone knows you went through a horrible accident and suffered both physical and mental trauma. That will cover all your mistakes."

I laughed, "I bet you don't know I have a finger print card with Ann's name and everything and my fingerprints. She has the same thing only the other way around.

"How did that happen?"

"We went to the police station together and got them done. We were both in jeans and jackets. She had no makeup on, she didn't wear hardly any then anyway. We swapped cards before we got printed and no one noticed. It was just goofing off."

"Wow! That may come in handy."

"Can I sit up now, I need to go pee?"

"Sure, let me help you. You will still be very weak." She took my arm as I stood. Wow! I almost fell. She got me to the door and helped me to the toilet seat. 

"Turn around." She said.

"Wha- oh! I eased around and felt Doris raise my gown and slip my panties down. I felt her gently help me ease down until I was seated. She grinned at me, "Feel different?"

"Hell yes, completely different, the urge feels the same but the act feels different."

"Don't forget to wipe yourself. I'll have clean panties for you. " 

I struggled to my feet and gathered myself together. I knew Ann would will herself to make it to the door. I felt stronger as I saw her look at me from the mirror. I saw the surprise on Doris' face as I walked in and sat carefully on the side of the bed.

"Let's get you dressed Honey, they are coming in a few minutes with a wheelchair for you." She bent over in front of me and held a pair of light blue panties for me to put my feet in. She lifted them to my knees and I grasped them and stood and pulled them up into place. She helped me pull the gown over my head and handed me a bra matching the panties. It was a front fastening bra and I didn't need much help. She pulled and tugged at the cups and ran her fingers in one cup and adjusted the breast a bit. It felt strange. She smiled at me. 

"Sweats or a skirt and sweater?"

"Skirt and sweater, isn't that what Annie would say?"

"It sure is, I'm proud of you girl. I really am." She got a light blue slip from a small suitcase and had me lift my arms. She helped me slide the slip down over my body. The knee length pleated plaid skirt was next. I fastened the button and zipped it up, then twisted the zipper around behind me. She helped me pull the beige sweater over my head. I stood and she helped me settle the sweater in place. I sat on the bed while she opened a make up kit and placed it beside me.

Doris worked on my face for a few minutes. She worked on my eyes and my lips then stood back and smiled at me. "God! You really look just great! Here let me just put your hair in a ponytail. It is a little cool out so let me put these boots on you. They have a low heel and shouldn't be hard for you to handle."

When the boots were on I stood and tried a step and was pleasantly surprised that they felt comfortable. Doris held a rust colored jacket for me and I shrugged into it. I looked in the mirror.

Doris stepped beside me. We looked in the mirror. I looked very good. She smiled, "Honey, You look just amazing considering what you have been through. If I didn't know I would swear you are just home from vacation."

"Darned rough vacation. I need to rest up from it. How long has it been since the accident? I don't notice any scars on my body and I thought the weather was warm."

"It has been over three months. They kept you sedated and drugged the whole time. You were exercised and on solid food for the last two months but your mind was in neutral. They wanted you completely healed before they woke you up." 

An orderly entered the room with a wheel chair and helped me into it. We waited for Doris to gather up a few items and then I was wheeled to the elevator. Doris had a car waiting for us after we checked out and the orderly helped me in the back seat. I knew to slide my rear end in first, and then lift my legs in together. Doris winked at me then went to the other side and got in herself.

When the car pulled off she turned and leaned over and kissed my cheek softly, "That was a perfect performance. Absolutely perfect! I was ready to correct you but you were perfect. I know you are going to be just fine as Ann, just fine."

I looked at her and I felt tears run down my cheeks again. "I have to be perfect. I AM Annie now. I can't let her down."

"Sweetheart, I know this is hard on you. I loved Ann too. I have been teaching you subliminally for several months. Every day I write down the things I need to teach you to be a woman, to be Annie."

"So that is what it is! I just seem to know things instinctively that I never knew before. Is that how it happened?"

"Yes it is. I wasn't sure it was working. I talked to you for a couple of hours while you slept each day and each night for two months."

"Yes, it did work. Like getting in the car. I just knew to slide my ass in first while I smoothed my skirt beneath me and then to swing my feet in being sure to keep my knees together and my skirt pulled down. Right?"

Doris giggled. "Perfect!"

When the car pulled up in front of Ann's condo Doris asked me if I thought I needed help getting to the apartment. I knew it was a ground floor unit so I told her I thought I could make it. "I have to get over being a cripple."

"Honey the therapist gave me a cane for you to use for a while. Try and see if it helps."

The cane was a big help. I had no problem. I was still a bit shaky and the cane was a big help. The condo was very elegant and a tad feminine for my taste but I really liked it. Doris showed me to my room. She asked if I wanted to change to something more comfortable. I said "No." I wanted to practice walking for a while. I walked all over the condo for a half an hour or so. Doris coached me and got me to go to shorter steps and to swing my hips a little as I walked and to place one foot directly in front of the other while holding my hands with the thumb turned outward a little. The boots I wore had one and a half inch high heels and fit perfectly. I got the hang of walking in them quite easily. The plaid skirt was full enough that I could take long strides without a problem. Doris said I was doing well. I knew without being told that in tight skirts the length of my stride would be shortened, while in full skirts or pants I could lengthen my stride. I knew I was to practice the heel-toe stride and to not use the bent knee step that many young girls fall into using when they first start wearing high heels.

I managed thirty minutes of walking before I felt I needed to rest. Doris was very pleased. She sat beside me on the couch and held my hand. She smiled and asked how I was feeling. I told her I was hanging in there. I admitted that I seemed to be a lot more emotional than I remembered being before the accident. She said that was natural because of all the female hormones my body was now producing and the additional hormones and other things I was being injected with to bring my hormones to the proper levels for a young female. The shots should stop soon. Doris wanted to know if it were all right if we stayed home tonight and she fixed dinner or if I wanted to go out. I told her I didn't think I was ready to go out yet.

"I am feeling a whole lot stronger and I think I'll be physically ready in a day or two but I don't know if I can pass as a real women or not."

"That's silly, girl, you ARE a real woman, as real as they get. You are beautiful, you have breasts and a vagina and the rest of the female plumbing. You can get pregnant; have a baby and breast-feed it. How real can you get?"

"REALLY!"

"Yes dear, you are 100 percent female and gorgeous and smart to boot. You are Ann."

I began to cry again. "Poor Ann, why did it have to be her? Why, why?"

"Listen to me, the Ann I knew and loved would be as happy as she could possibly be knowing the two of you would be combined forever. That would be her idea of heaven. Be happy too! Oh shit! Now I need to cry too, I miss her so damned much."

"Were you lovers?"

"Yes. We were both bi-sexual, but I was in love with her and neither of us was seeing a male at the time. She really didn't want you to know. She would never lie to you so she had me stay out of sight when you were around. That way if you didn't ask she never had to tell you a fib."

"It wouldn't have bothered me that much, it would be easier for me now if I had been bi. I am not at all attracted to men."

"I asked that question of the doctors after the operation. They said they thought the hormones would change that over time but they weren't sure. 

"I am very attracted to you Doris, so it hasn't worked yet. You are a very beautiful woman." 

"Thank you Annie, I am happy you think so."

"I am very hungry, what have they been feeding me?"

"They fed you all sorts of things in the last few weeks. You were very good about eating even when you were drugged. I know Ann never had to watch her weight. She ate twice what I eat and never gained an ounce. She said she wanted to get down to a twenty to twenty-two inch waist for the show. She wasn't sure she should though because that is a little too much. I think you only need to take off an inch. You should be perfect at twenty-five or twenty-six. Those are her clothes you are wearing now and they don't seem to be too tight on you."

"No they are very comfortable. I look like I have a more feminine figure than I did before."

"Yes, they modified your figure while they were at it to make things fit better. I do know they laughed that they puffed up your hips and butt a little and that you probably wouldn't forgive them. They removed your lower ribs and were talking about altering your pelvic floor but I don't remember if that was done." 

"Why would they do that?"

"So your birth canal would fit right."

"Oh! I guess I better get on the pill." I tried to chuckle but it came out as a giggle.

Doris laughed, "Honey you are on the pill and have been for a month." 

We started the next morning on an exercise program designed to build up my strength. I was tired every night at first but gradually improved. One night about three weeks later I was awakened by a very loud and wild thunderstorm. Doris rushed into my room. She was very frightened and I told her to get in bed with me. We cuddled together as I comforted her. A louder than usual crash of thunder had our bodies pressed tightly together. It was the first time I felt any sexual feelings and I was delighted to feel them. I had explored my new sexual organs but had never felt a sexual reaction from them. I reached down and felt the wetness of my panties. My nipples were tight and hard as they pressed against her breasts. Wow! The storm moved off and I was still shivering. Doris looked at me. "Are you still scared?"

"No! I was never scared. I am sexually aroused I think."

"Me too. Does it feel nice?"

"You bet it does, it is very different than what I was used to."

"Would you like to explore your body and it's feelings. To learn your erogenous zones and what feels good?"

She gently caressed my breasts and nipples. She softly kissed the nipples and drew them into her warm mouth. I almost went ballistic. New sensations coursed through my body. I felt my vagina seem to grow hotter and very wet.

Doris kissed my lips and our tongues explored each other's mouths. Her kisses were the softest and sweetest I had ever felt. Her hands crept down over my belly and found my smooth mound. The sensations from her touch set off a series of new sensations radiating through out my body. My moans were involuntary and became louder with the strength of the pleasure I felt. 


From the Chrysalis



Her little fingers were inside my slit now and causing even stronger results. Her finger found my clitoris and drove me almost out of my mind. Exquisite flashes of pleasure shot through me. I couldn't adjust to all the pleasure and I screamed at the top of my lungs that it was too much. I was sobbing and clutching at Doris, pressing her close to my body. She held me tight and whispered that everything was all right. She said, "I forgot you are really a virgin. This was your first female sex, how did you like it"

"It was awesome. Tonight was the first sexual desire I have had since the accident. Wow! It really hit with a bang." She grinned at me. "Are you still hot?"

"Yes. Very hot."

"It is not like you used to be, you stay hot for a long time and can cum time after time and don't have to wait and recharge your batteries in between orgasms."

"Yes, I need more but I know I haven't done my share to get you satisfied."

"Yes you have, I have been cumming just from pleasing you."

"I want to explore your body too. I want to kiss and taste every speck of you from your sweet lips to as deep inside you as I can reach." I pressed my lips to hers and let my hands wander aimlessly over her body. Her skin was like silk, so warm and smooth. I moved to close my lips gently but insistently at her rubbery nipple. Then I moved to the other little bud of flesh and kissed, sucked and lapped happily at it. I was trying to resist the call of her pussy. I wanted to taste her and reach the source of the delightful scents wafting up from her pussy. I slipped down to her belly and kissed and licked my way to her smooth mound. I twisted my body down between her legs. I had done this to other females as a guy but this somehow felt completely different. Somehow I knew exactly how every move I made would feel to Doris. Her reactions to a gentle loving movement of the tip of my tongue over her clit were just what I expected. She moaned quietly and said, "Sweetheart, please twist around so I can suck you too." It was wonderful. I did to her everything she did to me. She had me on the edge of a massive orgasm then paused. I was ready to scream when the tip of her tongue flipped over my clit. Christ it was good. I came in five or six rushes of joy. Her juices were running into my mouth and I slurped up every drop. This continued for what seemed to be hours of pure ecstasy. 

We talked about it for a while and I was so relaxed I just fell asleep. We became lovers. Soon we were sleeping together every night. We didn't have sex every night but we always cuddled as we slept. 

The next month was a crash course in women's fashion, from the history to the present trends. I read every new magazine that was published on the subject. I had a hard time just learning the names of the colors, especially the near whites moving towards the various colors. The names for shapes of blouses, sleeves, shoulders, jackets, necklines, cuffs, toes, heels and what seemed to be a million other things had to be learned too. All this while I was learning to be a lady. Learning the nuances of make- up for different looks, times, and occasions and how to apply it was also hammered into my dense head. The most effective method was when Doris read to me at night while I slept. In the morning everything she read to me was in my memory."

After that month I was doing much better physically. I still had a balance problem when I wore three inch or over heels. The cane got me through that just fine. I had eight canes to go with different outfits.

Our first big hurdle came when we met with the backers of the program. I think they were doubtful as to my appearance and mental condition after the accident. We flew to New York and met the principals at an upscale office. I had never met any of them before; I was familiar with our people from the production team and had been working with them several hours a day for a month. The team members entered first and I was left to cool my heels in the outer office with the secretary. I took off the long coat I wore and put it on a chair next to me. The girl at the desk smiled at me and said she loved my outfit. I wore a blue pin striped pantsuit. It was tailored and fit me perfectly. The jacket was finger length. The pant legs tapered to a slight flare at the bottom. I wore a pastel blue man-cut blouse and a pencil slim red tie. Only the very tip of the boot toes and the bottom of the 3" stiletto heels were visible when I stood. I carried a midsize purse and a black, gold mounted, cane. My strawberry blonde hair was in a tight bun. Everything was topped by a snap brimmed gray fedora.

After about ten minutes the office door opened and a man asked me to come in. He was a tall large handsome guy with black hair, hazel eyes and a killer smile. I picked up my things a followed him in the office. It was huge. An older gray haired man sat behind a huge desk. "Where may I place my things, Sir?" I asked him. The same black haired man rushed to take my things. I retained my cane but handed him my hat. I was shown to a chair in front of the desk. The man behind the desk stood and smiled extending his hand. I rose and took his hand firmly.

"Miss Mc Coy, My name is Maxwell Turner, you are quite lovely. Please be seated. We would like to know how you are feeling after your horrible experience several months ago. Is the cane really necessary?"

"Not entirely, Sir. I can get along quite well without it if I am not on my feet for too long, it is sort of a security blanket now. But I could defend myself with it if required. My legs are not up to running very fast yet."

"I am curious young lady, how could you defend your self with that thin cane. Accost her Jack." The man who had taken my things moved toward me rapidly. I whipped the tip of the cane to his throat, which stopped him cold. He grinned and grabbed the shaft of the cane and I jerked the cane back unsheathing the thin steel twenty-four inch blade. A slight lunge and flick of the tip neatly severed his tie just below the knot.

The office was silent. I reached for the shaft of the cane. The black haired man smiled and handed it to me as he held his throat with the other hand. "Thank you." I said and sat back down sheathing the blade.

The man shook his head, "No Ma'am! Thank YOU!" He turned and found a seat still holding his throat.

I looked to Mr. Turner and saw a huge smile on his face. "I have a feeling that the blade is not your only line of defense Miss Mc Coy, is that correct?"

"Yes, Sir, I am capable of a karate kick with these spiked heels that is almost as lethal as the blade."

"Young lady it would give me great pleasure if, you would permit me, to call you Ann."

"That would be MY great pleasure Mr. Turner."

"Now Ann, do you consider your self a fashion expert?"

"No Sir, I think 'expert' is too strong a term. I think I am fairly knowledgeable in the field."

"Thank you Ann, could you answer a few questions for Ms. Quinn? She is the fashion editor of a nationally known woman's magazine in the field of lady's fashion."

"Sir, I can only try. I am familiar with Ms. Quinn's work at Vogue and I am a fan."

An older woman stood and smiled at me. "I already like your style Miss Mc Coy." She laughed. "Now, tell me why you consider yourself a fashion virtuoso?"

"Ma'am, I don't think I possess a huge fund of fashion knowledge. I believe I do know more than the average woman. Just having been a runway model here and in Paris for ten years gave me a bit of a sense of style. I can hire an expert with a computer to sit back stage and whisper in my ear what facts I need. I think my instincts for what goes with what to greate the look that women strive for is a much more important attribute in what we are trying to do. All the facts and data in the world won't help if you haven't learned how to put outfits together. I think it is more of an art form than a hard and fast set of rules."

Ms. Quinn walked over to me and looked me in the eyes. "Girl you have 'IT' in spades. You are just what this show needs. I couldn't be more pleased."

I air kissed her cheek, "Thank you so much."

Several other people in the fashion business questioned me and seemed to be pleased with my answers. One older woman raised her hand. "Can you tell me, regarding shoes, what does Dorsey mean to you?"

"The only thing that comes to mind would be the d'orsay pump. Named after French Count D'Orsay who had a dainty shoe fetish. That is an elegant evening shoe, it has a pointed toe with no sides on the shoe between the toe box and the heel cup, which is often referred to as a d'orsay heel, it is narrow and relies on fitting tightly to stay on the foot. They look wonderful but can be a bitch to wear for very long. For almost the same look several makers offer a shoe with a side only on the inner part of the shoe, it is much more comfortable."

The woman rose and looked around the room. "Does anyone here know the correct answer?" No one said a word. She looked at Mr. Turner, "Maxie, this girl knows her shit. She is exactly right. She knows her stuff but doesn't act like a smart ass. I'll watch her show every week."

We were invited to a cocktail party and dinner after the meeting. I said that I would attend the party but had to decline the dinner. I told Mr. Turner I didn't think it was wise to overtire myself on the first of several days of work. He said that I was probably right and that he wanted to take me to dinner the following evening. I told him that I would have to give him an answer that afternoon according to how I felt. I said I knew it wasn't fair to make him wait until the last minute but the job came first. He said he would have it no other way.

The following day we met again in Mr. Turner's office. We went through the proposed format for the show. We explained that the show was in three basic parts. First a woman was chosen from the audience for a make over and introduced to the audience. Then I would walk out and model an outfit with a theme, Such as a dress that a girl could wear to work with a vest and jacket as a 3-piece suit. After work she would remove the jacket and vest and reveal a hot little black cocktail or dinner dress. I wore a similar outfit that day and I modeled it for the group. It was a big hit, showing a large amount of cleavage. Probably more than I would show on TV. I had also changed from two-inch pumps to three-inch strappy stilettos. Mr. Turner was really insistent that Doris and I accompany he and his VP to dinner. I told him to ask again later. By now I thought I had a pretty good idea of what it would take to close the deal. 

I excused myself and went in the ladies room and changed to a little gray multi-seam skirt in a stretch material topped by a pastel yellow silk and cashmere cardigan sweater. I wore seamed taupe stockings and classic sling back 3-inch black pumps. People were standing about talking. I turned to Mr. Turner and said, "Please call this meeting to order Mr. Turner." He called the meeting to order and looked at me and said, "Do you have something you want to say Miss Mc Coy?"

"Yes Sir, I would like to speak my piece. Mr. Turner. I would like to hear your estimate of what this show will net from either a Satellite Network or a Cable Company for a twelve week run with an option for another twelve weeks based on a high viewer rating for the first series."

"Ah! Well I would guess it would bring a reasonable figure."

"That is Horse-hocky Mr. Turner! I want you to know that we are not here begging. We have a hot property for sale. I think in all fairness I should tell you that I am a very wealthy little air-headed blonde. I was worth over seven figures before the accident. My dear brother's insurance paid me 2 million and I just settled with the national construction company whose negligence caused the accident for a ten-figure number. I don't really need you. And you can forget about any little bonus you thought you might get from Doris and I. My flight leaves at noon tomorrow. Get your best estimate to me before then or I will find another agency to handle it. Oh! One more thing; there will be a party for my team at my suite in the Trump Towers, any of the rest of you are welcome too! Good afternoon. Come on Dori dear."

Our party was nice, I had rented a small room with a bar and I had ordered hors d'oeuvres. Everyone including Mr. Turner showed up. He asked me to dance and I accepted. He said, "Ann, I really seriously underestimated you. I apologize. I think you have played this game before."

"Actually this is my first time as a principle. I attended a few negotiations as arm candy for friends but was not available as a bargaining chip. My body has never been for barter or sale."

He laughed, "My lust overcame my good judgment."

I grinned up at him, "Honey, you were thinking with the wrong head."

He roared with laughter. "You will do, girl, you'll do just fine. Damned if it wasn't worth a shot though."

"Thank you Max, I appreciate the thought." We joined Doris and some of the others. I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the black haired man, Jack.

"Miss Ann, would you please dance with me." His puppy-dog grin sent a shiver down my spine. 

"Why thank you, Jack, I would be delighted." He led me onto the small dance floor and gently pulled me into his arms. He was a very smooth dancer. I was still a little awkward dancing in heels and following. It was a slow dance and he didn't leave much space between us. He was a large man and really dwarfed me. I loved the feel of his muscles working under his clothing. I wanted to hug him tightly to me and feel his whole body pressed against mine. I couldn't believe my panties were getting so damp. I gritted my teeth and said I needed to sit a bit because my legs were tiring. He was very solicitous and practically carried me to my chair. He pulled a chair close to mine and said, "I was a masseur in college and I am very good at working out muscle strains."

"Thank you Jack but I am feeling better already. Besides where it is hurting tonight is my hamstring." I noticed his eyes widen a hair then recover. "Hamstrings are my specialty, I was a trainer for our football team."

"Jack I think Max is signaling you."

"Just ignore the assho-- Oh! Please excuse me, forgive my vulgarity please. I never meant to embarrass you that way. I am so sorry."

I giggled, "You are forgiven, just never let it happen again. Unless I say it is OK."

Max called "Jack, come over here." Jack jumped to his feet. "Excuse me for a second please." He strode quickly to Max. Jack pushed his face within an inch of Max's face. His mouth was moving but I couldn't hear what he was saying. Max paled and looked very concerned. Max nodded his head rapidly. Jack turned and looked at me. The frown left his face and was replaced by a bright cheery smile as he hurried back. He sat beside me and said, "Now, where were we?" 

"I think we were discussing my hamstring. I was interested in hearing your proposed treatment for it."

"Ah! Yes, I think you would need to remove your skirt and slip so my hands would have access and room to fully caress and gently rub the hurt from your upper leg. The three hamstring muscles are attached to the pelvis at the top and to the tibia and the fibula at the bottom and run along the back of the leg. They can be quite sore, so after an injury they must kneaded very gently. Hopefully it is merely a slight strain and not a tear in the muscles or the attaching ligaments. With a delicate leg such as yours I envision hours of gentle caresses with warm oils and emoluments, followed by soft kisses over both legs to ensure a lasting relief. Probably needs to be repeated two to four times daily." His eyes were so serious I all most believed him. I nodded with a sight frown, "When do you think you can start?"

"NOW."

"In your dreams Jack!" I laughed." Close, very close, but no cigar." He grinned. "I am available at any time dear girl. Any time."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Jack, I am curious, what did you say to Max? You appeared to scare him to death."

"I told him to never interrupt me when I am talking to you or start looking for a new job."

"You are HIS boss?"

"Well not exactly, he is the CEO and a minority stock holder. I am just the majority stockholder. Oh yeah! He is also my uncle."

"Would you please get my cane for me and help me to my rooms, I need to get out of these heels."

"I can carry you to your room or get a wheelchair."

"Honey, I would never give any of these people the satisfaction of seeing any weakness in me. You know what happens if sharks smell blood in the water." Jack left and was back quickly. I took the cane and walked to the door holding tightly to his arm. When we were out in the hall I leaned against him and stopped. He quickly looked and saw the pain and tears in my eyes. He bent and picked me up as if I were a feather. "Just hush girl! I will not put you down! What room are you in?" 

"Take the elevator that uses a key card, it will stop at the correct floor." I loved the feel of his strong arms holding me. I leaned my head against his chest. I felt my panties getting damp again. When we were in the elevator I brushed my lips across his cheek, "I don't know how to thank you."

"No thanks necessary, just holding you and smelling your sweet perfume is payment enough." The elevator stopped and he carried me to the door and held me so I could enter the card. I opened the door and he carried me in and placed me in a chair. He knelt before me and removed my shoes. 

He looked at me and smiled, "I love your little sling- back heels."

"Thank you kind Sir. I love wearing them. It is just that I have not worn the heels very much since I was hurt."

"Will you stand for me for just a second. Thank you, now please trust me, I want to feel your hamstring. I promise I will be a good boy."

I felt his big hands touch each side of my knee very gently and his fingers softly traced sides of the knee. 

"Tight, very tight." He murmured. His fingers moved up the back of my thigh to the top of my hose under my skirt. I couldn't believe I was letting him do this. He unclipped the garters and gently rolled the stocking down my leg. My pussy was wet now and I was afraid he would smell or feel my arousal. He moved his fingers back up my leg to where it joined my ass. His fingers slipped under the elastic of my panty leg and softly felt the area of the back then moved to the crease between the leg and my butt. 

"Lift your leg, slightly bending your knee." Pain shot through the back of my thigh. I felt his fingers press hard up into the crease and there was a sharp pain where the pressure was applied. He moved his hands back down rolling the long muscles with his thumbs' straitening the leg while he looked up at me and smiled, "There that ought to do it."

I took a step; there was no pain. I lifted my knee, no pain.

"Damn! I can't believe I let you do that and I can't believe it worked." I threw my arms around his neck and pulled his face down to where I could give him a nice kiss. I took his hand and pulled him over to a couch.

"Sit down and tell me all about Jack, aunh, what is your last name, Turner?"

"Yes it is."

I snuggled against him and his arm slipped around me. A pleasant feeling of warmth and comfort settled over me. It was heavenly. I wanted him. I needed him really badly. Not tonight though. Not tonight, it was too soon. I heard him softly talking and I know I fell asleep. 

I heard the door open. Doris whispered, "Is she asleep?" I felt him nod. I lifted my head. "Doris, this feels so darned good. I am really relaxed. This man has magic hands. He got the kink out of my leg so quick you wouldn't believe it."

"Annie, how could he do that?"

"You won't believe this, I let him run his hands under my skirt. He undid my stocking and took it off me. Then he rubbed my whole leg, pressed a couple spots and the pain was gone. Amazing."




From the Chrysalis



"Can I borrow him for a while, I have an ache I need fixing."

"No way you horny bitch, I found him, he is mine, and I'm the cripple here."

"Ann, can I talk to you for a moment?"

I looked up at Jack, "Please excuse me for a second, girl talk."

Doris led me to the bath for the master bedroom. "Are you going to sleep with him tonight?"

"Honey I want to so bad my panties are soaked, but no, not tonight. This is the first guy that has ever made me feel this way. I am scared and yet as happy as I can be and I want to have him inside me. He looks at me and I feel like I am going to just melt."

"Do you want me to sit up with you?"

"No sweetie, I think I can handle it alone. If I say no he will stop. I want to cuddle and neck with him for a while. I want him to want me too!"

"I have watched him all day, his eyes have never left you for one second. He has it as bad as you do."

"I have to go back, he may leave."

"No way! Not in this life." I smiled and hurried back to the parlor. He was talking on his cell phone. "---yeah, I think you are right. Make it for two. Thanks Buddy. Bye." He turned and smiled at me and I felt my knees get weak. 

I managed to say, "Business?"

"Not really, hopefully it will turn out to be pleasure. I was doing some checking on you."

"Me?"

"Yep, I found out you and a party of nine are booked on a United Flight leaving at noon tomorrow. I just booked on the same flight."

"Wonderfull, but why?"

"To be near you of course. No, that is true but the exciting thing I discovered is that we both live in the same zip code." 

"What?"

"Yes, I live in zip code 32134. I think you do too. Right?"

"Yes, my ailing address is in Fort Mc Coy, Florida."

"Are you related?"

I giggled, "No, not that I know about, but there must be a link somewhere. It is logical to think there is a common ancestor to all people named Mc Coy."

"Where do you live, where can I pick you up for dinner tomorrow night?"

"Dinner?"

"I need to see you again Ann. I don't want to wait too long. Do you have a boyfriend? Do you have another date?"

"No."

He looked as if I had kicked him in the balls. I quickly said, "No. No to boyfriend, yes to dinner." He grinned happily. He looked like a greeted puppy. His whole body looked happy. I told him where I lived and he was familiar with the place.

Jack said, "Annie I took a chance and booked two seats in first class on our flight so we can sit together if you would like."

"I would like, I might have a relapse of my hamstring and I need to be close to my therapist."

He touched his nose to mine. We smiled at each other. He kissed me gently, and then looked in my eyes, "Ann, I need to tell you how I feel about you. I --." My finger on his lips stopped what he was saying. I said, "Jack, it would not be right to let you go on before I tell you a couple of things about me first. It just wouldn't be fair to you. I am not completely over the accident, I don't know if I will ever completely recover. I have dizzy spells, I have memory lapses and there are large parts of my life I can't recall. Doris who has known me for years says I have never done anything to be ashamed of. There, now do you still want to say something to me."

He smiled gently at me. "Yes Dear girl, what you said just reinforced the way I feel about you." A shiver ran down my spine. God he was sweet.

The smile faded from his face. "Ann, I hope this doesn't frighten you, but I have an irresistible urge to hold you and take care of you for the rest of our lives. I have never felt this way before. I want to be your friend, your lover, and your life long partner. I want you to marry me. I know this is very, very sudden and I don't expect an answer right now. I just want you to know how I feel."

I just looked at him. I couldn't speak. So many wonderful visions passed through my mind that I couldn't speak. The thought of marrying a man had never really occurred to me. Not seriously anyway. I felt him pull away from me and stand. He slowly turned and walked away. 

"Nooo! Wait! Don't go." He turned and looked at me like a whipped puppy. "Jack please come back and talk with me. I am not saying no to you. I just don't know you well enough to commit to you for life. Come and talk to me. I have to tell you that since the accident things have been very mentally difficult for me. I lost a twin I loved more than life it's self. I really have wished to die I miss her so much. I am so very proud and flattered that you think enough of me to even ask me so quickly. And don't you dare think there is one single thing wrong with you that won't let me say what my body and heart are screaming for me to say. If I were sure I could make you happy it would be different but until I resolve the issues in my life it wouldn't be fair to you." Tears ran down my cheeks and I held my arms out to him. "Hold me, please hold me." I sobbed. "Please don't leave like this. I do think I am falling in love with you but my head is just not clear yet. Please just love me and let me find my way. I must tell you that there is no other man I have ever known that would even tempt me."

He looked at me and a little smile grew on his face. He grinned, "Annie, dearest lady, that is the sweetest 'no' I can imagine. It is all my fault. I rushed things way too fast. We haven't known each other half a day yet. I don't think that time will change the way I feel about you unless it grows stronger, but I was afraid you would get away and I would never find you again. Hell girl, I am not like this. I don't do things this way, I am always cool and deliberate in every thing I do. Then here comes the most important day of my life and I go nuts. You must think I am some sort of fool."

"Jack, I think no such thing. Any normal girl in her right mind would be screaming YES, YES, YES."

"Will it be all right if I stay a bit longer?"

"Yes, I want you to stay but I warn you that your virtue may be at risk."

"I'll chance that."

"Jack, Dori is my very best friend, if it weren't for her I think I would still be a basket case in a bed somewhere. Would you mind very much if I tell her what is going on with us. You know I'll have to tell her later anyway."

"No, I think that might be a good idea."

I said, in my normal voice, "Please come on in here with us sweetie. Come on girl, I know you can hear me."

Doris walked slowly into the room. She looked at her feet and said softly, "I'm sorry."

"Don't be silly girl, you love me and you are looking after me. I have no secrets from you. Sit and talk with us. What did you hear?"

"I heard him propose to you and you kind of said no."

I smiled at Doris then looked at Jack. "She heard the important stuff. Would you like to hear what she thinks?"

Jack smiled at the two of us, "I am probably not going to like it but at least I'll know how the enemy feels." Doris's head jerked up, "Oh no, I'm not the enemy, far from it, I think you may be the best thing in the world for Annie. I know you don't need her money, I know you are a straight shooter and have never been known to lie or cheat on anything. You are a fighter when thing get tough and you get things done. You have women flocking around you all the time but you never get serious with any of them. You have never been married or even been engaged. You are the 'go- to-guy' in the family businesses when something needs fixing. You don't like New York nightlife and would rather go fishing. You spend most of your time in Florida fishing."

Jack and I stared at Doris. Jack threw his head back and laughed until tears ran from his eyes. "When did you have time to find out all that stuff?"

Dori smiled at him, "When I saw how the two of you looked at each other in Max's office I knew I needed to check you out. I called some people and had you checked out. You are cleaner than Jesus Christ." She giggled and covered her face with her hands.

Jack said, "I think that is a bit strong, but thank you very much."

I smiled softly at the big guy, "Only one thing in that report surprises me, I can't believe some girl didn't drag you off to the altar." 

"Annie, I had one fool proof test that all ways worked for me. I asked myself this question; 'Would you rather make love to this woman or go fishing?' Today was the first day someone passed the test. What I can't believe is that I had made love to all of them and have never touched you."

We stared at each other. Doris put her hand on mine and said, "Honey do you like fishing?"

"Love it, my brother and I went when ever we got a chance, He used to kid that he could ask me to go shopping and it would take me two hours to get ready, but if he asked if I wanted to go fishing he had to jump out of my way." 

"Well guys, I think the two of you belong together. But only if Ann is willing to let Jack in on her little secret." She looked at me.

"Dori you are right. I'll just have to take a chance. Do you want to do it for me? I want to change into something a little more comfortable." I saw him stare at me as I wiped a tear away, "I'll see you if you are still here in ten minutes Jack." I turned and walked into the bedroom. I was scared to death. How would he react to finding out I was born a male. Tough call. I slowly took a shower and put on sweats and didn't even put on any makeup. I put my hair in a ponytail.

When I walked out I didn't see Jack. Dori smiled at me and I burst into tears and fell on the couch sobbing.

She grabbed me, "What is wrong girl? Oh! Jack is in the bathroom. I told him everything and he said 'So what.'"

I felt strong arms lift me and cuddle me to a hard chest. "Don't cry Baby. I promise I will make it all right, I love you, I really do. I will let nothing hurt you again." He rained kisses on my lips and eyes. 

I pushed back and tried to smile and stop crying. I guess I sort of sputtered and sniffled. He handed me a handkerchief. I wiped my eyes and blew my nose. I looked at him and glared. I hit him on the chest. Hard. "OW!" He yelped. "That hurt."

"You scared me so bad. I thought I was going to die. I thought you ran off in disgust." Jack looked at Doris in a puzzled manner. "Her body is not that badly scared is it? It feels nice through her clothes."

Dori grinned, "Jack, Baby, her body is damned near perfect. You might find a scar with a magnifying glass but I don't think so."

I looked at him. "Do you still want me?"

"God yes, more than anything in the world."

"Ok, my answer is yes, with conditions."

"What conditions?" they said in unison.

"First we are going to bed and find out if we fit together and then we will find out how the answer to your test comes out."

I kissed Doris good night and asked if she would be all right alone. She laughed and told me not to be silly. Jack Kissed Doris on the cheek and picked me up in his arms. He carried me to my bedroom. He sat me on the bed and turned and locked the door. He grinned at me and said, "That's an old habit." I watched as he removed the wreck of his tie and then pulled off his shirt. He kicked off his shoes and socks. Then he unbuckled his belt and dropped his trousers. I could see the large tent in his boxers. His eyes were on mine while he pushed his shorts down and stepped out of them. I just couldn't help it, my gaze dropped to his erection. Oh my, it was gorgeous, long, thick and hard. I wanted to touch it and taste it. I turned my back to him and stripped off the top and the pants to the sweat suit. I only had my bra and panties on. I looked over my shoulder at him and walked to the bed. 

"God, I love that." I heard him whisper.

"You love what, Jack?" I asked. 

"I love how the little wrinkle in the seat of your panties where they are stretched so tight between the cheeks of your ass and how it flips back and forth when you walk. Actually I love every little thing about you my darling."

I smiled softly at him, "Hush baby. Come and make love to me--unless you want to go fishing." 

"Too far to the nearest fishing hole sweetie."

"Oh! I guess I don't pass your test then." I felt the tears run down my cheeks and I threw myself on the bed and buried my face in the pillow. I felt his hand on my shoulder. He tried to roll me over but I jerked away from his hand. "Just leave me alone."

"Never, I will never stop loving you, never."

I twisted and looked at him. I softly whispered, "Just go find a fishing hole."

"Not unless you go with me."

"You wouldn't rather go fishing?"

"Hell no! I will never go fishing again unless you are with me."

I sniffled, "Do you really mean that?"

"I really, really do mean that. I don't ever want you out of my sight. I want to always be touching you or to be within easy reach of you."

I reached up and pulled his face to mine. His lips crushed against mine and his hot tongue slipped into my mouth. His hands lifted me and slipped under me to release the clasp to my bra. He rose above me and pulled the bra away. He looked at my breasts and smiled, "Perfect, they are perfect."

He reached for my hips and pulled down on my panties. "Lift." He said softly, and I raised my bottom for him to pull them down. He looked into my eyes and lifted my panties to his face and buried his face in the crotch. His eyes drifted closed as he inhaled. His hazel eyes twinkled when they opened. He tossed the panties aside. He grinned and looked down over my body totally exposed for him. "Damn it girl, you are just beautiful. You really are perfect, just like Doris said."

I reached for him and pulled him down over me. He lay over my body with most of his weight on his elbows and his legs spread on the outside of mine. I could feel the heat of his cock pressing between my thighs. Our lips met again. Our tongues played and twisted around each other. He caught my tongue in his lips and gently sucked on it with a pulsing suction. I had never felt anything like that before and I loved it. He let go and started kissing my face and licking tiny licks between kisses. He kissed my eyes, my nose, cheeks, ears and tickled everywhere in between with the tip of his tongue. I lightly ran my hands along his smooth warm skin and delighted in the way his muscles moved beneath my fingers as he moved slightly over me. I put my arms around his body and pulled him down on top of me. I had been afraid that he would be too heavy for me but he wasn't. He felt wonderful. 

He lifted and placed a leg between mine. I moved my free leg out and his other leg moved in. I was wide open for him. Down over my chest his lips trailed kissed until he reached my breasts. His kiss/licks covered the upper slopes and teased around my wanting nipples. I finally grabbed his head and moved his mouth over a nipple and thrust upward with my chest. His lips closed around my nipple and slurped it right in. It was warm, wet and delightful. It felt so good! I loved the feeling of the suction pulling from deep inside my breast. Then he moved to the other breast. I felt an orgasm start as soon as his lips surrounded the nipple. I had had several tiny ones but this was the first real good one. I didn't even know girls ever got them from the manipulation of the breasts. His hand was gently twisting and squeezing the other nipple. I don't know about other girls but it sure turned me on.

No! He left my breasts! Oh! He was moving his kisses down my flat little belly. Wow! He had his tongue in my belly button. It tickled but I loved it. Oh shit! He was kissing his way across my smooth mound. Was he going there? As a male I had loved giving head to my lovers. But they had told me that not all men liked doing that. It sure felt like Jack was an enthusiast. Wow!!! His tongue flattened across my little puckered hole and slurped noisily up into the opening to my vagina and then he discovered my clit. Bingo!! I went off like a rocket. I definitely had a lift off. Waves of pure pleasure of such intensity as I had never experienced, crashed over and over through my body. I knew I was screaming and shaking and jerking with my body out of control.

I felt his lips on my lips and he whispered, "Are you all right baby? Did I hurt you? Talk to me baby." I looked into his worried eyes and said "Inside me, I need you inside me, right now."

Then I felt the head of his wonderful cock touch my pussy lips and slide up and down through the fluid oozing from my slit. I reached down and guided him inside me. I wasn't sure it would ever fit but I wanted it there. He was slow and very gentle. He would inch in a bit then pull back then pause. I opened my eyes and saw him watching me intently as he pressed a little further inside me. I grinned at him, "Jack, Honey, it feels so wonderful, I love it, I love it, I love it."

He slowly pulled almost all the way out. I could barely feel the head of his cock touching the lips of my pussy. Then he thrust forward. Wow! I could feel the ridge around the head of his cock and some other veins or something sliding through my sheath. I loved the way it felt. I felt his pubic hair against my slick mound. I had all of him inside me.

Oh!! He started thrusting in and out of me. God it was good. Other orgasms hit me every few seconds. Then he started pounding into me harder and harder. A really big one hit and it didn't stop for quite a while. He stiffened and I looked at him. He had his head thrown back and a grimace on his face, "I'm cumming, Annie, and I'm cumming now." I felt the hot semen coating the inside of my pussy. Fluids were leaking from my pussy and running down into my asshole and then onto the sheets.

I felt his weight settle on me, he wasn't too heavy. I loved it as he relaxed for minute, then he lifted and rolled beside me and placed his big hands on each side of my face and looked into my eyes. His dear face sort of scrunched up with tears running from his eyes, "Baby I loved that, I love you so much. It was way, way my best ever. Did I please you any?"

I smiled at him, "I love you too, Sweetheart. I love your loving. That was right up in there with fishing." His eyes popped wide open. He stared at me. I couldn't keep the grin off of my face.

He smiled, "Really, that good huh? Did you like being my little bitch?"

I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. "I want to be your little bitch forever." I looked into his eyes, "I think we fit together, so if I passed your test my answer is yes. YES!" He grinned, "Honey, you aced the test. You made a perfect score."

"Can we tell Dori?"

"Now?"

"Yes, I love her very much and she loves me. She is awake, waiting and praying for us. We have to tell her. Dori is the reason I am alive and am enough of a woman to attract you."

"OK."

I jumped up, "Lets get a quick shower, Love, and then go tell her."

I hurried in the shower and set the temperature at 104 degrees then turned the water on. I put my hand in and it felt about right. I held my hair up out of the water and got wet all over, I soaped up quickly and was ready to rinse off when the door opened and Jack stepped in. He smiled and reached for me. I felt his erection poke me in the tummy. 

"Somebody is happy to see me."

"He sure is, he wants to go home."

"Home?"

"Yes, he has a new home, he wants to spend all his time there now."

"If the home is where I hope it is, he is welcome there anytime. Lets go talk to Doris, then we can go back to bed and let him go home." I rinsed off and stepped out. A terrycloth robe was on the shelf and I slipped it on. There was another one there too. I shook my hair out and it didn't look too bad. I saw Jack step out of the shower and handed him a towel while I took one and started drying his broad back. I dried down over his back and his ass. I said, "Spread your legs Jack and I'll dry my cock and balls."

"You are right, they belong to you now and forever."




From the Chrysalis



"Don't ever forget that and we will get along just fine. I'm going to see if Doris is still awake, hurry out when you are dry."

I went to Doris's room, "Baby, are you awake?"

"Yeah, Sugar, I'm awake. How did it go?"

"Oh Honey, wonderful, just wonderful, come out and talk to us."

"Oh! I'd love to."

Dori ran out and hugged me, "Was it as good as I told you it would be?"

"Dori it was much better than I was expecting. I can't believe how good it was. I don't think I will ever be able to get enough of that man. He was magnificent, just unbelievable. Oh! Here he is now, the world's greatest lover."

He laughed and put his long powerful arms around both of us. "Annie how do you know I'm the best if I'm your first guy?"

"Dori, isn't that just like a man? I express my awe and admiration of his prowess as a lover and he wants a quantitative analysis of my opinion."

Dori giggled and looked at me, "Would you like me to check him out and give you an expert and experienced opinion?"

"Dori, I love you very, very much, you know that. I am afraid I would hate you if you did that. Mine is the only opinion that counts anyway."

"Pleasing you, Annie, is all that matters to me. If you are pleased I am happy."

Doris looked at me, "Honey I wasn't serious, I could never touch your man, never?"

I smiled, "I think I want to share something with you though Sweetie. I want you to see." I pulled his head down and kissed Jack passionately, I ran my hand inside his robe and ran my hand over his cock, and I felt it jump to attention and I yanked the belt to his robe and held it open. "Look Dori. Look at this man."

Dori looked him over, from his massive chest to his six- pack tummy, and then down to his magnificent cock.

"OH! ANNIE! You got a whopper!" 

I jerked his robe closed. I grinned at Doris, "MINE, ALL MINE." I looked at Jack. "Honey, I'm so sorry, please forgive me. I thought you were big but I didn't know for sure. Now I do. I love him. I just knew he felt perfect."

He pulled me to him. "You are a bad little girl, you better hope I don't decide to punish you." 

I looked deep into his eyes and I thought I saw a twinkle there. "Are you really angry?"

"Furious, would she like another peek? When do I get to see her?"

"Do you want to?"

"No. Not really. You are my woman, I'll never want another."

"Jack, Doris, please sit down on the couch on either side of me. I love to touch both of you. I don't mean in lust, I just draw warmth and comfort from both of you. Jack I need to tell you exactly about the relationship between Dori and I. After the accident I wanted to die and join my twin sister. Even though I looked like Ann, I knew I couldn't ever the woman she was. She was perfect, beautiful inside as well as externally. She was always happy, cheerful and sweet. Even on my worst days a glimpse of her cheery face would cheer me up. She was just a pleasure to be around. Everyone who knew her felt that way about her.

"Knew I could never be like that. I was afraid of trying and falling way short. Tarnishing her image. I couldn't do that. I also knew that Doris and everyone on her production team had invested a lot of time and money with her. I knew I couldn't measure up there either. There was just so much to learn. Ann possessed a lifetime of knowledge of being a woman and an expert on woman's clothing and fashion. I knew zilch. Doris recognized the problem way before I was even conscious. She started teaching me subliminally while I was asleep. She did this four times a day for hours each day. When I was awakened I had a vast knowledge I didn't even know I had.

I can't imagine how difficult to was for her. She was trying to impart all that knowledge into the body of her dead lover. Not knowing if it would really work or not. Not knowing if I would fully recover physically or what kind of person I would be when I did wake up. She literally made me the girl I am today. When I was awake she taught me about female sexuality and taught me all about my new body, we grew closer than sisters. I will always love and cherish her as much as I cherish the memory of my twin sister.

"So now you know Jack, why I need her approval and support. I do know I am a much more happy and cheerful person than I was as a guy. And every day I become more and more confidant in my new persona and in the knowledge Dori has given me."

Doris smiled at me, "You give me way too much credit, I taught you some things but you learned much, much more on your own. Jack, this girl gets along just fine on four or five hours of sleep a day, I need my eight hours, but she will study fashion for hours after I go to sleep. She has a natural gift for fashion and instinctively knows what looks good on someone and what goes with what. She is great with accessorizing outfits, I never taught her all that. AND no matter what happens you can't keep that sweet smile off her face for very long."

Jack looked at me, "I am fine with everything I have learned about my new woman. She is possibly the most complex and still the most adorable person I have ever known. It will probably take another fifty years or so to get to really know her. I am going to love getting to know her though. I only hope I can keep her smiling."

I said, "I have so much to smile about, I have my wonderful handsome new man, my sweet and dear girlfriend, and I am happy with my work and with being joined with my darling twin sister forever, I get to see her every day in my mirror. Why would I not smile?"

"I'll tell you what, when we get home I'll give you one hour to change clothes then I'll stop back to pick you up and we will buy you a Engagement/Wedding ring set."

I tried to say yeah! But it came out as a girly squeal. He laughed and held me tight. Then he pulled back and kissed me. He held my face tenderly in his hands, "Annie, may I spend the night?"

"Yes, I want you in my bed tonight and every night. I want you to hold me tight and cuddle me all night long. Always."

The flight home was like a dream for me. Jack and I cuddled and whispered and told each other about the things we liked or disliked. We disagreed on very few things. He loves oysters raw and I prefer mine cooked. That was about it for foods. I enjoy almost all music and he is not fond of classical music. That was all we discovered in the three hours of the flight. We did learn that there was absolutely no way we didn't like for our lover to kiss us. Even though we had more privacy in First Class we couldn't explore all the possibilities. I filed it away in my brain for further study.

Jack talked to Doris for a while and told me she had every thing under control at the airport and for Jack to just rush me home so I could change. I noticed him talking on his cell phone. His eyes smiled as he looked at me. His smiles always thrilled me.

He helped me get all my things in the condo and told me he would be back in an hour. He kissed me very nicely and left. I changed into little sundress, just above knee length. Stay-up sun tan stockings with wood slides. A matching little flowered ball cap with my ponytail out the back, and big sunshades topped off the outfit.

I heard a knock on the door and I hurried to let Jack in. It wasn't Jack. A man carrying a large brief case stood outside the door.

"Is Mr. Jack Turner here please?" he asked. Before I could answer I heard a car pull in the drive. I saw it was Jack and pointed him out.

Jack hurried over and took my hand, "Hi honey." and he ushered everyone in the house. "Annie dear, please sit over here at the dinning table and let this gentleman from the jewelry store show us some rings."

Golly! My guy sure knew how to get things done! 

The man opened a case and placed it in front of me. All the ring sets were lovely. I looked at Jack. Jack glanced at a card and gave it to the salesman. The man took the card and looked at another one before handing it to Jack. Jack smiled and shook his head. The guy showed Jack another card. Jack smiled and nodded. The man withdrew a last case from the larger case and placed it in front of me. There were only about ten ring sets in the case, they were all beautiful, but only one caught my eye, it wasn't the biggest or the flashiest but I liked it best, I knew I could wear it with anything. I looked up at Jack. I smiled and reached out and placed my fingertip on the rings I liked. Jack smiled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes I am, Jack. I love that one." The sales guy removed the ring from the case and handed it to Jack. He measured my ring finger. Size 7. He grinned at Jack. "Miss Doris was right, Sir. It fits."

Jack removed the engagement ring. He looked deep into my eyes, "Annie, will you marry me?"

"Yes, Jack, I will." He slipped the ring on my finger. I held my hand out and looked at the ring. Tears flowed from my eyes and I felt his strong hands lift me from my chair and swing me to face him. His soft lips pressed against mine. I thought I was going to melt. Wow it felt good!

He put me back in the chair and handed me his handkerchief. I dried my eyes and saw him writing a check.

Jack handed the check to the man and they shook hands and the jewelry guy left.

Dori ran in the door before Jack could close it. "Let me see, let me see!" I held my hand out and pretended the reflection from the ring blinded me. Doris giggled and held my hand and looked at the ring. "Oh! MY GOD! It is really magnificent. What is that? A five carat center stone surrounded by another five carats of baguettes?" She looked at me and then at Jack. "Jack, what is it worth?"

"Do you mean what did I pay for it, or what is it worth on the open market?"

Doris said, "On the open market Jack?"

"Somewhere between one point eight and two."

"TWO MILLION DOLLARS?"

I was stunned, I couldn't speak, Doris stared at me, "Can you believe what this man just spent on you?"

"It's too much." I saw him watching me. He looked at me and reached out and pulled me into his arms. He held me tight and kissed me gently. "Honey, I have already had this argument with myself. I lost. Would you like to hear what I thought?"

I yelped, "YES."

"Well I thought to my self, how much does a regular working stiff send on the girl he loves and wants to marry? A weeks pay? A months pay, more? How about a white-collar guy? Same way? More? Less? What? About a month ago I was looking at some thing for a present for my little sister. I was just browsing, waiting for my buddy who owns the store to show up. I saw the low end Engagement ring sets. They started at about 6-8 hundred bucks. That's not much unless you only bring home 400 a week after taxes and stuff. Then you have to put in every cent you earn for two weeks. That is a bunch if you are paying rent, food, cable TV, a car and gas and everything else not to mention taking your girl out to dinner or a few beers every now and then. So then I said. OK. Some years I do much better than others. How do I figure that in? Then I thought, 'this is bullshit. How much do I love and treasure that girl. What is THAT figure?' I said to myself, 'If I do that I won't have anything left to feed and take care of her with. She has enough money so that no matter what I spend it won't impress her. So just forget about the money and call your buddy and have him sent over the prettiest ring sets he has regardless of price. Put the ten best off to one side. That is what you chose from. The ten best."

I looked at him with my eyes full of tears. "How could I ever find fault with that analysis of the situation? I don't even know what you said. I love the ring."

"Oh!" said Jack, "I forgot to tell you, the price includes a second ring set that looks the same but is a less pure gold and has artificial diamonds for every day wear."

Doris and I looked at each other. She said, "Good, I was wondering if she would have to ride in an armored car when ever she went out." I laughed, "Only if they put a nice couch in back."

Jack walked over beside me. He lifted my hand and admired the ring. He smiled, "Lover you have my brand on you now."

I lifted his hand, "They don't have engagement rings for men, do they?"

"I don't think so, Honey, but I WILL wear a wedding band proudly for you my love."

Doris smiled at us, "Well, if you guys will excuse me I have to change for a dinner date."

I looked quickly at her; I felt a twinge of jealousy. Why? I rushed to her and kissed her. "Really? Who is the lucky guy?"

"Frank."

"Frankie, our assistant producer? Really? Oh! Honey he is so cute. He is really quiet and nice." I looked at Jack. He smiled at me. I raised my eyebrows. He nodded. I smiled and nodded back. Jack took Doris's hand and said, "Dear girl, your best friend wants you and your friend with us for dinner tonight at my place. Would you do us the honor of joining us about six for drinks and dinner?"

Dori's hands flew to cover her face. Tears ran from her eyes. "I think we will. Let me call Frank. I am so happy you guys want me with you."

I smiled tenderly at her, "Sweetie you are my only family now, I want to share my joy with you."

Jack's house was only about five miles from my condo. Only about two miles through the woods! His house sat on ten acres of wooded land high on a bluff overlooking the river; the view from the deck in back overlooking the water was awesome. I looked deep in his eyes, "Bass?"

"Yep, big uns."

"Did I tell you I love you?"

Jack laughed. "First thing in the morning, at first light, there is a big ol' sow bass that stays in the roots of that old cypress tree to the left of my dock down there. I see her there all the time. I have been saving her for someone special. You qualify in all respects. Want to try in the morning?"

I looked up at him. "If I stay the night, I don't think there is a thing in the world that could lure me out of your warm bed before I have my way with you several times in the morning." He laughed, "Maybe she will still be there around noon." 

Jack said he would wait until Doris and Frank arrived before he gave the grand tour of his house. He smiled, "There is a special area I want you to see, the master suite. I designed it with you in mind."

"Really, Dear, How could that be when we had never met?"

"You have been in my mind for many years, my Love. You will see. That is why I knew I would love you the moment I saw you."

"You are a most intriguing man Mister Turner. You have aroused my curiosity."

"Really, I was trying to arouse your libido Dear."

"You seem to be able to do that at will. Oh! Here are Doris and Frank." 

I hugged and softly kissed Dori as she did the same to me while the guys shook hands. Doris was stunning in a blue off the shoulder dress. Frank couldn't take his eyes off her. Jack looked in admiration at her too; he complimented her on her appearance. I was a bit jealous at first, then I knew he was sincere and that she was truly stunning, a very, very beautiful woman. Then I was happy for her. She knew it when I fussed over how she looked. She glowed and took my hands, "Annie, your approval means more than I can possibly say." 

We hugged and I whispered, "Sugar, you look good enough to eat."

She laughed and remarked out loud, "You too!"

Frank and Jack walked to the wet bar and Jack fixed drinks for everyone. Jack was very gracious and proud as he took all of us on a tour of his house. He embarrassed me by saying he had built it for me. He grinned at Doris and Frank and said, "Tell me if you don't think so after we see all of it."

A huge aquarium divided the living room and family room. It appeared to be a section of the river below the house. Huge bass lurked in shadows while even larger catfish foraged along the bottom. Small fish of all types darted here and there feeding on minnows, crawfish, and grass- shrimp. A frog sat on a lily pad. I loved it. I knew I could sit and watch fascinated all day long. The opposite walls in these rooms and in the dinning room were basically glass giving a spectacular view of the river below. Out side, a floor below, was a deck with a swimming pool, hot tub, and a grilling center and wet bar. Several bath/dressing rooms opened off the deck and into the recreation room on the other side. A pool table and entertainment center were flanked by the same wet bar that opened on the deck and a huge fireplace. He showed us two guest suites that were very lovely and were everything a guest could want.

Then came what he called the Masterpiece. The master Suite. Jack took my hand and led me in the door. The bed was huge and there were doors on either side of the head of the bed. I was led into the one on the right. It was sort of a hall opening to a toilet room in the center with a bathroom behind it. The bathroom was huge with separate shower stalls, one much larger than the other. There was also a hot tub. There was an exercise room adjoining the hall too. It was large and fully equipped. Then came the dressing rooms, his had the required sink and cabinets. The other dressing room was immense, I mean really big. The closet was u-shaped. There were banks of drawers for lingerie, others for hosiery, lots and lots of drawers. There were doors hiding rack after rack for dresses of all lengths, skirts, pants, blouses, coats, jackets, suits and shoe and boot racks galore. I have seen boutiques with less hanger space than this closet had. All was well lighted and scented. I just loved it.

The dressing area was a dream in it's self. A built in vanity with surrounding mirrors and lovely lighting; all fully adjustable was perfectly done. Cosmetic drawers and shelves had been perfectly located. It was outfitted for an individual to use or for the services of a professional beautician. I was in total awe of the thought that went into this dressing area for a woman. I really thought it was way too much. I looked at Jack. "Honey who designed this for you. It is a girls dream." 

He smiled, "My mother completed the design work a couple of years ago just before she passed away. It was what she called 'a fashionable ladies place'."

Doris was still finding new secrets. She was having a ball looking around. She came over to me and held my hands. "This is glorious, but how will you ever stock it?"

Jack grinned, "Not a problem. I will hire a professional make up artist to outfit it with Ann's colors, shades and tints. As for the clothes she can do it herself or get a professional shopper to help her." He was leading us out through the bedroom and through another door. It was a small parlor with entertainment center, fireplace, wet bar and a different view of the river. Off through another door was a kitchen and dinning nook. Frank said, "Wow! This is small for a house this size."

Jack smiled gently, "This is just for snacks for the master suite. Which reminds me. Every one seems to need a fresh drink, and dinner should be almost ready. 

We were soon in the main family room with all of us expressing our amazement over what he had accomplished with the house. 

He looked at me and took my hand. "Do you like it Honey? Do you want to live here?" I didn't know what to say. I said, "Jack, what can I say, it is too much. It overwhelms you. I feel intimidated by all of this. I'm sorry, I guess I can learn to love it."

Jack grinned wider than I had ever seen him. "Dori, now I know one reason I love this girl. I know that had to hurt her to say that to me. Ann, you cannot believe how much you just pleased me. I love honesty. And I hate this place! This is the house my father had built for my mother. She was a coalminer's daughter and she really loved the ostentatious glitz. Daddy could never turn Dahlia, my mom, down and gave her whatever she wanted. She was a wonderful sweet beautiful woman and a social climber. I loved Dahlia dearly. I call this Dahlia's Place."




From the Chrysalis



I stared at my man. He chuckled and said I was going to get to help him plan our own house. I just couldn't keep my hands off of him. I wanted to drag him to the nearest bed. We had a very nice and well-served dinner. We all sat and talked for a couple of hours after dinner then Doris and Frank left and we moved to the master suite. Jack told me there were a few things for me in the closet and bathroom I might need.

I found a cute baby doll gown and cold cream and other stuff I needed. I found him waiting for me in bed. 

Jack was nude when he threw back the covers to welcome me. I looked him up and down. I walked close to him. I said, "Hmmm, looks like some prime stuff here." I reached out and squeezed his bicep. "Hmmm! Yes prime stuff OK." I poked at his well-defined belly. "Yes indeed, looks prime alright." I grabbed his half erect cock and gently stroked it. It grew. "Oh well, you can't have everything I guess." I turned and started to remove the top to the baby doll when I was snatched off my feet and flew through the air to be placed gently on the bed. 

"I got enough to please you, Bitch, more than enough!" he growled. I squealed, "Help, help!" (Not too loudly though.) His strong hands ripped the flimsy gown from my body and bared me for his evil uses. He ravished my breasts and pillaged my defenseless nipples. He savagely spread my helpless thighs and then he devoured my sweet innocent little virgin pussy. It took him quite a while to finish his devouring and I must say he did a rather complete and thorough job of it.

"I thought your insignificant penis was going to be too small to perform its job. Better call for help."

"What? You'll be the one screaming for help, Bitch." He was not overly gentle as he rammed his 10 inches of hot cock into my thankfully well-lubricated vagina. The fellow was really rather better equipped than I had thought. He lasted a long, quite delightfully long, time showing plenty of stamina and expertise in the art of sexual intercourse. I had never been so well ravished in my whole life. I was glad I was going to marry him. 

I had to drag his ass to the shower and help clean him up for bed. I found a large towel to put over the pond I had secreted and gushed and mixed with his seed in the bed. He is a wonderful snuggler and I slept like a cuddled baby all night long. I don't think he slept as well, because I felt his soft sweet kisses and half erect penis pressing against my little ass all through the night. I loved it.

The next morning we got things sorted out and decided we would split our time between his house and mine. Doris said she would move right out and I threw a fit. I told her I needed her. I told her Jack could stay at his place while I was at my place. I was bluffing but neither of them was really sure and I got my way. Actually there was no way I wanted to spend a whole night without his big body pressed against mine. Two nights had been enough to hook me for life. 

I decided not to risk losing this man. I told Jack just what I wanted. He agreed to it. We were married two days later. It was a small ceremony 

I just loved being able to wiggle my small hand inside his sleep shorts and find that huge sleeping cock and play with it. It felt so damned good in my hand. I would roll his big balls around to feel them slip from one side of his scrotum to the other. Then that big beautiful cock would start to grow. I would slip my hand away and hide it. He would never fully awaken but I did hear his breathing change and I knew he was almost awake. When his breathing was regular again I would start my little game again. The poor boy needed his eight hours of sleep but I always found that four was plenty for me. Sometimes I would get up and read or something but mostly I didn't leave the bed. I wanted to always be there for him if he wanted me. 

I found I would get myself so horny by morning that I had to take him in my mouth and wake him up that way. I always had several good orgasms before he woke up. He even had sweet breath in the morning. It made me feel so wonderful and satisfied to have him cum in my mouth as he awoke and then to move up and kiss him deeply with traces of his seed still coating my mouth. He would hold me tightly to his chest and caress my back while he told me how much he loved me.

We were back at work at the office in town every morning by nine. The format for the show was locked in and we were casting for Announcers, Hair Stylists, and Make-up Technicians. We had themes and rough storyboards and time- lines ready for the first twelve shows plus one demo show. The demo was almost ready to tape at the end of two weeks. We were trying to find a location. We had decided that the audience was not really a good idea. We could control everything better without one. We had everyone in a rare all-hands meeting trying to barn storm a location. We had lots of suggestions but nothing that really pleased everyone. 

The Doris jumped up. She held her hands up high, as if thanking God for the answer. "YES, oh yes, I have it, its perfect, spectacular, unique, no one can match it and almost everything we need is already there."

"Where?"

She grinned at me, "We were there a couple of weeks ago, think."

I shook my head. I had no idea. She looked at Frank, the assistant producer, "You were there too!"

Frank and I looked at each other. We grinned at the same instant. "Dahlia's Place."

Doris jumped up and down, "It has every thing, beauty, glamour, glitz, all the facilities, a fabulous dressing room, everything. We can bring in travel trailers for the guests to stay in. We'll beef up the staff for the time we are shooting and do all the shows in a week or two."

We both looked at Jack, he looked startled. I ran to him, "Can we? Please, it'll be perfect. Can we rent it?"

"Well, I'll have to think about it, there is the possibility of damages, the liability, and the inconvenience. I just don't know."

Doris and I looked at each other and walked slowly together. We held one another and cried. Dori whispered, "Louder!" We both cranked up the volume a bit with some really heart breaking sobs. Jack said, "OK, can it, girls, it worked, I give up. Let's all load up and go look at it and see what everyone thinks. After all only four of us know what you are talking about." 

We quickly figured out the transportation arrangements and we were off. After a quick tour every person on the production team was grinning. The director, Benny, was ecstatic. "It is PERFECT, absolutely perfect. We won't disclose the location and we'll let the world wonder. We'll swear everyone to secrecy. Everybody will want to know where it is. Everything we need is right here. All we need is a trailer that we can use for makeup and wardrobe, a lot of the make up section of the show can be shot in that magnificent dressing area of the master suite. Hair styling too!" 

Tom his assistant said, "There are so many fantastic places we can shoot, the deck, the dock on the river, the family room, Hell, the whole damned place is just perfect for this show."

Everyone became very still, we all looked at Jack. He held out his hands, "What?"

I stepped up to him, "You know damned well 'what'." He smiled down at me, "What's in it for me?"

"Maybe you should think about what you won't be getting if the answer is no."

"Maybe it is available elsewhere."

I looked at him seriously, "Really?"

"No, you know I am only teasing you. That could never happen."

"You are right! It belongs to you, always."

I looked at the group. "All right then, make your plans, those of you who need access to plan and layout for your shots let me know. You should know that the place is just as spectacular at night. 

The production people broke up in their natural groups and started filling notebooks and computers with ideas while digital cameras flashed away. In a couple of hours they had all thirteen shows planned out and had started refining those plans. No one had lost any enthusiasm for the location.

Doris, Jack and I decided to live at my place until the plans were complete and perhaps until the shooting was done. Jack and I became very involved in getting every thing ready. Because it was really cold up north we had no trouble scheduling guests for a couple of days in sunny Florida. 

We even managed to book Cindy Crawford and her friend in the guest suite for the demo. I had known her quite well a few years before and she was very anxious to help me out. She had sent me cards and flowers when I was in the hospital. She was even gracious enough to shoot an advertisement for the series. It was shot in the Master dressing room and showed us going over some makeup tips and hair styling ideas using Doris as our model. We edited about an hour of shooting into a three-minute trailer. We all thought it was very good. Cindy enjoyed making her episode and we had a great time, it wasn't like work at all. We sent Cindy a preview copy of the show and she was delighted. Somehow the word got around in the industry and we got calls from topnotch people who wanted to work with us when we were ready for the big shoot. 

Everyone wanted a two-week all-expense paid working vacation in Florida.

The house turned out to be as perfect as we had hoped as we shot the series. All the crew and the guests were delighted with the place. Most days you could step out on the pool deck and see half a dozen top runway models in skimpy bikinis or less getting a tan. There was a continuous two-week long bar-b-que in progress in the grilling center. It was one long party. Everyone enjoyed himself or herself. We had a strict limit on the booze and kept it under control.

The shows were shot in one day unless there were unexpected delays. After about the fifth show we could turn one out in about four hours if there were not too many retakes. Everyone was very pleasant until you screwed up too many times. Then the remarks about a person being non- professional, not studying your lines or not being where you were supposed to be on time started. I had no problems but a few of the models were very bratty and thought that because they were beautiful they set their own rules. WRONG. 

We let it be known from the get go that we would not tolerate that sort of stuff. One girl was sent packing and we had few problems after that. The girl game back and begged us to let her stay. She didn't want our comments on her work record. She even agreed to finish out her contract at no pay. She was very good after that and was invited back for the next shoot. 

Some of the girls were very young and away from home for the first time. Any of them under 21 had strict rules. It was a zero tolerance program. We were isolated out in the woods so it was easy to enforce. We got a very good reputation that would stay with us always. 

We were very busy but I made time for my man every morning and evening. Most days we lunched with the crew. I kept pretty close tabs on Jack. I would have been crazy not to, there were beautiful scantily clad girls prancing and strutting around all over the place. Jack was a first class hunk. He never knew I always knew what he was up to when he was there. He would leave and take care of his own business. He always told me where he was going. During the second week I noticed he was disappearing for a while every day.

I finally noticed him slipping into a door I was not familiar with. I kept my eye on the door indirectly by placing a small mirror in a place where I could watch the door without appearing to be doing so. I found he was staying in there for about an hour. When he went down to take his bass boat to the gas dock for fuel I hurried to the door. It led down stairs to the basement area. It led to what turned out to be the servant's quarters. Now I was starting to get curious, why would he stay there so long? I determined to get to the bottom of the mystery. I really didn't believe he was doing anything wrong and I didn't want to get caught spying on him as if I didn't trust him. I sat down and wrote myself a quick note explaining what I was about to do and why I was doing it. I sealed it in an envelope and put it in a drawer to my desk. The next day I again saw him slip in that door and I waited about half an hour and entered the door myself. I opened the first room at the bottom of the steps as quietly as I could and peeked in the darkened room. 

I caught him. There he lay, flat on his back ----sound asleep. An alarm clock was by his head on the nightstand. He looked so adorable I didn't awaken him. I slipped back out of the room and found Doris and asked her if she knew why he would be doing that? She smiled at me, "Sure I do, everyone here knows but you."

"Well, damn it, tell me."

"Ok Sweetheart, you are wearing the poor boy out. You get by on four or five hours of sleep a day. He hates to go to sleep and leave you up studying your lines at night, so he grabs a nap when he can. He is afraid you will think he is less of a man because he can't keep up your pace." 

"I was wondering why he always seemed to be awake when I go to bed the last week or so. He always welcomes me to bed and holds the covers open for me to climb in beside him.

The poor guy, I know I have a weird metabolism and I don't expect anyone to keep up my pace. He is so sweet for trying. I wont let him know I know what he is doing until I figure out a way that won't hurt his feelings, guys are so sensitive about things like that."

The whole production crew and Jack and I flew to New York when we had everything in the can, we had a viewing that lasted several days. Potential buyers viewed the show and we started getting bids and offers from prospective sponsors. We had lots of people who offered all sorts of incentives for us to use their products on the shows. We talked it over and decided we didn't want to go that way. If we liked something enough to use it ourselves we would mention it, otherwise not. We let Max and Jack handle the business part. I knew we would be treated right. 

The new Style Network ended up buying the show and we turned out being the feature show. They wanted twenty-four shows with an option for another twenty-four. They were talking about a long-term contract for forty-eight shows a year. We would be on both satellite networks and on almost all the cable networks. WOW! We never dreamed it would be THAT big.

Jack and I headed back to our hotel room with the whole production crew. When we were all settled and seated I stood and raised my hands. "Guys, in my wildest dreams I never thought it would go so big so fast. Can we do it?"

Everyone was cheering at once, "Hell yes we can!" "Damned right." "We can do it, yes we can!" "Yes, yes,yes!"

I held up my hands, "Guys, I know we can. I believe we can go on above this, as great as it is. Now it is time to give credit where credit is due. Every damned one of you has worked damned hard on this show. No one of us here has worked harder than Doris. When I was in the accident most of you thought the show was done for. Not Doris, she decided she was going to make me better and save the show. She did just that. She took a decent looking woman, me, who couldn't remember anything. I mean nothing. My brain was a clean slate. She taught me everything. I mean everything from how to get in a car like a lady to how to wipe myself after I peed. We all owe her a great debt, but none owe her as much as I do. I owe her my life. She has saved our bacon many other ways too. Therefore it is with great pride that I turn over the leadership of this company to the capable hands of my new partner in this business---Doris Burns.

I was the majority stockholder and I am now giving joint ownership of that stock to Doris. One other thing I want to say, I love her as much as I loved my late brother, and that is saying a lot."

Doris was weeping and walked to me and we hugged and cried together. I turned and slipped into Jack's big arms. He held me close and kissed my ear. His lips nibbled on my ear and he whispered that he loved me. I sort of just melted.

Doris held her hands in the air. "Hush, People. Ann is wrong about one thing; I also hold stock in this company so she has made me the majority stockholder. AS my dear Daddy used to say, 'That there just ain't a gonna row da boat. It ain't gonna' work none at all.' To correct that error I insist Annie and I pool our stocks and she gets at least one share one than I get. Before I shut up, you people need to know that Ann could have just walked away from the project any number of times. She didn't though. She knew that most of us had our lifesavings in this dream of ours. She was a multi millionaire after the wreck, and then she married another millionaire. She doesn't need to do this; she does it for love not money. Thank you Ann Mc Coy Turner from all of us and especially from me for giving me the privilege of witnessing the metamorphosis from the chrysalis and the spreading of the wings of a wonderful beautiful woman. Thank you Annie."

I stood with tears running down my cheeks, "Thank you Sweetie, the reason I made this move is because I am going to be busy. I'm pregnant!"