Marnie waited, agitated, embarrassed, and concerned for her first of the
day appointment with Dr. Cunningham.  The previous morning, she had a rough
day, to say the least.  The blackmailing Larcher exchanged favors with
Marnie, only she got the long, wide end of a stick.  In a span of half an
hour, Marnie went from the best fuck of her life to the most horrible.  She
was conned into having sex with a mentally dimmed, inexperienced large
sized man with a cock of unusual proportions.  She was stretched and
bruised to such a degree, that she was here, in Dr. Cunningham's office, to
be checked out for any permanent damage or loss of function.

Her condition was serious enough in her mind to risk Dr. Cunningham finding
out about her exploits at the hand of Larcher. The possibility haunted her
that he would not be professional enough to keep it from his wife, her
friend, or from members of a tennis club they all belonged to.  She was
there early.  She didn't want to wait in a busy waiting room.  She was
waiting for Dr. Cunningham to arrive at this point, sitting with an
agitated worried stare, but still managed a friendly smile when the
receptionist had eye contact with her.  "He just arrived."  The
receptionist finally said.  "It will be just a minute before he is ready
for you."

Marnie was getting nervous, like she was the lead in her high school play
on opening day before her first scene.  "Maybe I should just wait a week
and see if it heals on its own."  She thought.   "I could see him later . .
."

"Doctor can see you now."  The nurse said.

She held the door for Marnie with her rear, hugging Marnie's file to her
chest. When she saw Marnie's difficulty in walking, she held out her hand
in an offer of assistance.  "You look sore.  Take the first one on the left
there."  She said.

Marnie went in the room and turned around stiffly.  "Can I help you with
anything, your clothes, getting on the table?"  She asked concerned.

"No, thank you.  I've been managing."  Marnie said.

"I'll go tell Dr. C. your almost ready then."  The nurse said.

Marnie heard a gentle rapping at the door, as she was tying the bottom tie
of the gown in back.  Naked except for her bra and hospital gown, Marnie
looked startled and embarrassed when Dr. Cunningham walked in with the
nurse.  "She's having trouble ambulating.  I think we should help her up to
the examining table."  The nurse told the doctor.

"Hi Marnie.  What seems to be the problem?"  The doctor asked, as he helped
her step on a step stool the nurse set down by the table for her.

"Hi Dan.  How's Ginny?"  Marnie asked, as she gingerly sat down on the
tabletop.

"She's fine.  She didn't know I'd be seeing you today or she would have
asked me to say 'hi' for her.  Now, what brings you here today?"  The
doctor probed.

"I wonder if I could speak to you alone first."  Marnie posed to the
doctor.

"Helen, would you mind?  I'll buzz for you when I need you.  Thanks."  He
said to his nurse.  "Now what seems to be the matter?"

"Dan, I need you to examine me, and tell me if I'm okay, but please don't
ask me how it happened.  Can we have a deal?"  Marnie asked worried.

"Sure Marnie, I won't ask, unless it is necessary for the diagnosis, fair
enough?"

"Okay."  Marnie said, as she swung herself around on her back, feet on the
end of the table, waiting for the stirrups to be swung into place.  When
they were set, she moved her legs into them with the Dr.'s assistance.

Dr. Cunningham stared in shock at the condition of this proper and straight
friend of his.  Not knowing exactly what to say to have a discussion about
it, and since direct questions about the circumstances were off limits, he
said,  "It looks like you've been pretty busy down here."

Marnie blushed all shades of red.  It was not the bedside manner she had
hoped for.  "Dan, how does it look?  Am I going to be okay?  Am I going to
be able to have normal relations with Roger again?  What do you think?"
She asked, not giving him much chance to answer in between.

"Marnie, you have considerable contusions, stretching and swelling.  I
really should look inside, but I don't think I'd be able to do so without a
local anesthetic.  Let me see if you feel this."  He touched the bottom
crease of her vagina towards the rectum.  "Does that hurt?"

"Yesssss."

Then he touched the labial lips with his thumb and middle finger, working
his way up.  "How about that?"

"Yes, a-hunh."

Then he touched her clitoris.  "Feel that?"

"Yes."  She said, staring at the overhead light and biting her upper lip.

"But, does it hurt?"

"No."  She said, hypersensitive to any attention her clitoris gets these
days.

"Well, does it feel good?"  The Dr. asked.

"Yesssss."  She said, letting out a long breath she had been involuntarily
holding.

"As in arousal?"  He clarified.

"Yes.  Can we see if I still work okay?  Please don't stop yet."  Marnie
said basked in humiliation, but no longer willing to let people not finish
what they start with her.

"Marnie, that's not entirely proper, but if you insist, I'll oblige, but
please don't make any noise, if it works for you.  Promise me, or I stop."
The Dr. ordered.

"Oh god, Dan I think it's working okay.  Please don't stop.  I'll be quiet.
Ohmygod.  I'm so happy.  It's going to work again.  Oh please keep it
higher up.  That's it, it hurts lower down.  Oh yes, Dan, thank you, it's w
o r k i n g.  Eeeyagh." She finally exclaimed around her forearm, she was
using to muffle her reaction to cumming at the Dr.'s touch.

"Well I guess that answers one of your questions.  I still think I'm going
to need to check inside.  With this much trauma outside, I've got to be
sure that there isn't tearing or hemorrhaging.  Will that be okay with
you?"  He asked, looking a little dazed at what his friend had just asked
him to do.

Marnie nodded, embarrassed at what she had just asked of him, humiliated
that it had come to this, that she would beg to have her doctor and friend
get her off in the clinical setting of an examining room.

"I know I agreed not to ask, but don't you want to tell me what happened?
Roger didn't do this to you did he?  That would be reportable you realize."

"Oh no, it had nothing to do with Roger."  Marnie quickly said in his
defense, but was uncomfortable with even giving that much information.

"It might help me in the examination to know if it was human, animal, or an
inanimate object that caused this.  I'd want to help you if it happened
against your will.  Do you see why it might be to your advantage to tell me
a little bit about the injury?  I'd like to help as your doctor, as well as
your friend. As your doctor I'd need to know if I should give you a tetanus
shot.  As your friend, I'd like to think I could provide you access to
resources that can fix your situation."  He said in one final attempt to
get the necessary information from her.

"Oh Dan, I can't."  She said in tears.  The doctor went to open the door to
call in the nurse, but Marnie said,  "No wait.  You've got to promise me
you won't tell Ginny, not anyone, not even hints.  No one must know.  Do
you understand?  No one.  You have to give me your word, as my doctor, and
as my friend.   You will be the only person I know that will know about any
of this, and I've got to keep it here, between you and me, it can't leave
this room.  Do I have your word of honor?"  Marnie said, having sat back
up. 

The doctor put his hand on her foot and assured her that she could speak in
total confidence.

"Well you see it started with this man and his son, who are blackmailing me
. . . . . ."

". . . . .  neither Roger nor Brenda know.  I've got to keep it that way.
I'm thinking about calling Larcher's bluff, but I haven't put all the
pieces in place yet for that.  I won't know when he'll contact me again.
No wait, damn, I'm going to have to contact him to find out how to get some
photo's I had taken of me for Roger's birthday coming up.  You and Ginny
are coming, she already got back to me."  She said, telling her doctor
friend the story for the most part.

"How about I write you a letter before you leave today saying that you are
instructed not to have intercourse for two weeks due to your condition.  If
he tries anything, you show him the letter from your doctor, and he'll have
to leave you alone for that stretch of time.  It will give you a chance to
heal, put on Roger's fortieth, and put your plan together for this dilemma.
How does that sound?"  The doctor proposed.

"That sounds wonderful, especially if it works."  Marnie said, somewhat
relieved that she had an ally, finally, in her corner.

"Now I'll get Helen, and we'll get you completely checked out, and send you
on your way with everything you need."

Marnie had to wait in the reception area for fifteen minutes while the
doctor's letter for her was transcribed and signed.  The anesthetic helped
her sit and walk.  She was glad that she was expected to have full function
and recovery. The only question medically now was, how stretched out she
may remain after she healed completely.  There still was the question of
how to break it to Roger, that the morning and evening fuckfest he was
growing used to, and enjoying, was coming to a screeching halt for a while.
Last night was fatigue; tonight can be a headache; but what about tomorrow?

Roger was very disappointed to miss two nights and a morning.  He had been
taking vitamin E, and everything else he could think of, to stay in form
for his sexy wife.  With all of the buzz and heightened sexuality around
his office, he was looking forward to their lovemaking twice a day.

Marnie felt a little guilty about turning him down that night, because she
was the one responsible for changing the pattern in the first place.  It
was on her mind in her dreams in the early morning, and the thoughts around
it woke her up, so she couldn't go back to sleep.  She knelt beside her
husband who was sound asleep in just his boxers.  She slipped his trunks
down as far below his crotch as she could get them.  Basically, the
waistband was tight up below his balls, pushing them out a little.  She
bent over and put his cock in her mouth and started laving the head with
her tongue.  He moaned in his sleep, as if she were now in his dream.
Roger got harder and harder.  Marnie put her right hand on his balls and
gently squeezed and kneaded them for his stimulation.  Roger was starting
to perspire from his twisting and flopping.  Whatever his dream was, he was
going to be in the major throws of a whopper orgasm shortly, Marnie
surmised.

Roger opened his eyes suddenly and discovered his wife working his cock and
balls with practiced expertise.  He wanted to hug her, but she sent him
back down to the pillow with her left hand on his chest.  Then he wanted to
play with her tits and nipples, but Marnie extended his arms over his head,
to minimize her level of arousal from his touch.

When he brought his arms down again unconsciously to touch her, she said,
"Now don't be naughty, or I'll have to tie them up."

They both paused, and thought about what she had just said, registering
their individual fantasies that resulted from the notion.  Roger kept his
arms up through his flopping orgasm, as if his arms were tied overhead.
This action on his part was not lost on Marnie either.

When she let him rest and luxuriate from her loving touch, he still had his
arms over his head, when he pursed his lips to show he wanted to kiss her.
She fed the fantasy and bent over and kissed him passionately, until she
ended it all by tickling him under the arms and said,  "If you want the
shower before me, you'd better get up now."

"How about I get up now, and you join me in the shower."  Roger said.

Marnie thought about it for a moment.  She loved double showering.  "I'm
sure now that I could take care of any problems after he's gone.  Sure, why
not." She thought as she decided to hop in with him.  They lathered each
other up. Marnie's nipples pushed hard against Roger's palm as he glided
his hand over her slippery globes.  Roger's cock was hard as steel and his
balls squishy as she kneaded them with soapy fingers.  Roger was on
tiptoes, and every time he reached for Marnie's cunt, she stepped up her
massage to keep his hand away from her injured twat.  Roger finally had to
keep his hands on Marnie's shoulders for support as she relentlessly worked
his cock and balls to his second climax of the morning.  He was fine, at
that point with the fact that Marnie didn't ask anything more from him for
herself.

As she kissed him goodbye for the day, Marnie decided to run back up stairs
and try to clip her own horns the way Dr. Dan had done for her the day
before, excited that she could do it, despite her pain in other parts of
her sexual apparatus.  Just as she was ready to ascend the stairs, Brenda
was coming down. She decided to talk to her first as she followed her into
the kitchen.

"Good morning Dear.  Have you anything special planned for today?"  Marnie
asked.

"Hey Mom.  I was just going cruising with Jeff Larcher and his friends."

"Brenda, Dear, what exactly is your relationship with Jeff?"  Marnie asked
concerned.

"Well, we are becoming friends, I guess."

"What do you see in him that the rest of us can't see?"  Marnie said with a
little bite.

"He's kind of different, and my other friends are fascinated with the fact
that I would even go out with him."

"What does that tell you, if your decent friends, that are going to make
something of their lives, can't fathom you going out with him?"  Marnie
challenged.

"It's nothing serious.  He's hot for me, and I like that, but I'm just
using him to have a good time.  Don't worry Mom, I wouldn't do the nasty
with him." Brenda said candidly.

"What would you say if I asked you not to see him anymore?"  Marnie
quizzed.

"I'd say you were overbearing, untrusting, and losing your mother card with
me."  Brenda bit back.

"What if I told you that I knew something about both Jeff and his dad that
should be of grave concern to you, but that I was unable to tell you what
it was.  Would you trust me, and stay away from both of them?"  Marnie
cautiously ran past her daughter.

"I'd say you'd have to trust me with the information, so I could appreciate
the gravity of it like you."  Brenda said with raised eyebrows, waiting for
her mother to spill her beans.

"Walter is not a nice man, even though he can seem helpful, he has a very
mean streak that you should watch out for.  Jeff is just an immature
version of his dad, who has one thing on his mind, that doesn't involve any
concern for you or your feelings.  It is best to stay as far away as
possible from both of them, believe me."  Marnie said.

"Well Mom, you talk a lot about them, and it is always a slam, but you
never say 'why'.  It looks like you have an unjustified grudge against the
both of them, and you are recruiting me for your purposes."  Brenda said
back.

"Oh Brenda, Dear.  What are you planning to do with him today?"

"We, and some of his friends, are going to the quarry."  Brenda was saying.
"Don't worry, I don't do drugs, booze, or sex, Mom."

"Oh Brenda, please be careful."

"I can take care of myself Mom."

After a pause, where Marnie emoted concern about Brenda's contact with
Jeff, she asked,  "So, did you hear back at all about your photos?"

"Ya know, we both got out of Walter's car and forgot to ask him how to get
in touch with Kenneth.  I'll ask Jeff today if he knows."  Brenda said.

"You do that, because I've got to get to Kenneth about the boudoir shots
for your dad's fortieth."  She said.  "Brenda, I love you very much.
Please be careful."  Then Marnie gave her a hug and a kiss.

After Brenda left, Marnie thought that, since Kenneth was one of Larcher's
connections that he might have a presence at the agency building Larcher
used to work at.  She went downtown to the building that started this whole
dilemma for her.  She went to the directory in the lobby and looked for
anyone with the name Kenneth, or any offices, which had a hint of
photography in their name. She came up with three possibilities, one on
each of the first three floors above ground level.  She decided to start
with floor two.

When she got to "Ken's Designs", she learned that it was the office of a
set designer.  On the third floor, she came across the office of "The Model
Image", just the kind of operation Kenneth might be associated with, but no
Kenneth working there.  On the fourth floor, she entered the office of
"Blue Sky Photographic Productions".

"You're late!  Come on lets get you ready" A lady with glasses down her
nose, pen in her hair, short skirt, blouse with sleeves rolled up and an
open vest, grabbed her arm and kept on barking instructions, as she dragged
Marnie down a hall to a room that opened up to a studio with camera crew,
set and two models standing impatiently waiting to get started.  "Here, let
me help you get this on, you've held up the whole set.  Why didn't you
call?"  She said as she started undressing Marnie.

She waved another lady over to help her.  Marnie was trying to explain and
re-button things as fast as they were being unbuttoned, but with two hands
now, she was losing ground.  "Ah Miss, Oh Miss, I think there is some . . .
please listen, I think you . . . now stop!  You have made a mistake.  I'm
not who you think I am."  Marnie finally said.

"You're the right height, build, hair color, no mistake, you're right for
the job."  The lady said, now with Marnie down to her underwear.  In the
first shot, you'll wear these."  She said, as a make up artist was painting
Marnie's lips and as her bra and panties were being removed.

"Now listen! All of you."  Marnie said, stomping her foot to get them all
to stop.  "I didn't come here for a shoot, I came to see if some pictures I
had taken are ready for me to check out."

"When were they shot?"  The lady asked.

"Last weekend, by Kenneth and his wife Maggie.  Do they work here?"

"Sometimes."

"Well how do I get in touch with them?"  Marnie asked.

"I could probably get you in touch with them, but you see I have this
problem. I am losing this company a great deal of money every minute I
don't get this shoot under way.  I thought you were the third model.  You'd
be perfect to replace her.  Sounds like you've worked with the best.  If
you'd be willing to stand in, not only will you make some cash for showing
up, but I'd also be inclined to help you for you helping me save my job.
What do you say?"

Marnie thought a minute.  "I've had my picture taken so much lately, I
could probably pull this off.  If she helps me find Kenneth, then I don't
have to go through Larcher.  Hey I could even make some cash to help pay
for the Roger's shindig."

"Okay.  What's the shoot about?"  Marnie asked. 

"Story illustrations.  There will be several costume changes and it will
last about three to four hours, agreed?"  The lady asked, making sure
Marnie would commit to it, and not walk out in the middle.   Marnie nodded.
"Okay, lets get this on and get started."

The lady put a sheer full-length gown on Marnie, which cinched around the
middle, and was trimmed along the low neckline with sequins.  A garland of
fake flowers was placed in Marnie's hair like a tiara.  She was given a
small bouquet of fake flowers to hold.

"What is this illustrating?"  Marnie asked, as the lady accompanied her to
the waiting models similarly dressed.

"The 'Judgment of Paris', are you familiar with that story?"  She asked. 

"Yes, I think so basically."  Marnie said a little puzzled.

The lady read from a script prepared to set the stage for the shoot.
"Eris, the lady of discord, was left out of a grand wedding at which the
Gods themselves were in attendance.  She came to the wedding unseen and
rolled a golden apple onto the floor with an inscription which read, 'For
the pretty one'.  It came to rest at the feet of Hera, Athena, and
Aphrodite.  That's you three.  Hera picked it up saying 'It's mine'.  'No
it's mine.' said Athena, 'No it's for me.' said Aphrodite.  So now in this
scene there is a quarrel.  Be careful of the costumes, but look like you're
mixing it up."  She directed.

They started to pose with scowls holding on to hair, exposing breasts,
kicking up dresses.  The lady got in and posed them in all sorts of
scenarios.  One had Marnie bent over with her hair being pulled with one
model's hand and her dress being pulled up with her other.  With her
swollen cunt on display for the camera, several shots were quickly run off.
She didn't know if she was going to like this.  The models were encouraged
to look more savage, and in one shot, Marnie was posed about to bite one
model's nipples menacingly, while the other had her hand raised as if she
was in mid-spank on Marnie's bare bottom.

The lady continued.  "The three goddesses wanted Zeus to decide, but he
refused thinking wisely that his life would be forever cursed by the two he
did not pick.  It was suggested that Paris of Troy be the judge, he was
considered a good judge of beauty.  Okay, somebody find Bobby, we need him
now to play Paris."  The lady ordered.

In walked a blond Adonis of a man about 28 years old, well muscled and
wearing a headband, a very short, decoratively trimmed toga ending in a
skirt below the belt cinching the waist, that barely covered his crotch,
and sandals that had thongs, wrapping crisscrossed up his calves.  The
shepherds crook identified him as one who tended a flock.  Marnie was
getting the complete picture now as she realized that a Greek shepherd
would actually have jet-black hair.

The set changed with a new backdrop, a fake rock and a scrubby tree.  Paris
was seated on the rock holding his shepherd's crook with both hands waiting
for his instructions.  The three models were brought back on the set as
they all listened to the lady read.

"Hermes, who has escorted the three goddesses to Troy, hands Paris the
apple. Where's the apple, I can't believe he's not holding the apple.
Com'on people, we have a lot of shooting to do.  Can't I get some
cooperation, some independent thinking?  Okay, thanks.  Bobby you hold the
apple and read the inscription.  Okay Vince shoot that. Flash!  Flash!  Now
Paris complains to Hermes, 'How can a mere mortal decide the beauty of
goddesses.?  They are all spectacular.  When I look at one I think she is
the best, then I look at another and think she is the best.'  Well Paris
must do it because it is the order of Zeus, so he agrees to do it if Hermes
can guarantee that the goddesses won't be mad after he chooses.  With the
promise from the three, Paris says he will decide if he gets to see them
privately, one at a time.  So you can be Hera, you Athena, and you
Aphrodite.  Okay Hera first."  She said.

That was Marnie.  "Okay, now you will convince him to pick you using all of
your wiles."  She said.

"But what do I do?"  Marnie asked, completely lost for ideas.

"You just do exactly like I say, and I'll talk you through it, okay?"

"I suppose."  Marnie said, in nearly a whine.

"Now get at the far end of the set and approach him.  Backlight this
please." She said, arranging it to highlight Marnie's form under the
garment.  Flash! "Now stop half way.  Put a leg out in front of the other
and pull your dress up."  Flash!  Flash!  "That's it, now higher."  Flash!
Flash!  "Now hold it with your left while you slip the left shoulder strap
off with the right." Flash!  "Now pull it down so the breast is exposed."
Flash!  Flash!  "Pinch the nipple so it gets harder.  That's it."  Flash!
Flash!

"Oh no, can they tell how hot this is making me?  Hey lady let it flow,
that's exactly what they do want from you.  Go girl, get turned on."
Marnie thought to herself.  "I wonder if I can get Blondie here to lift his
skirt without using his hands?"  Marnie challenged to herself.  Now she
took over, the lady and the others relaxed from working it, and started to
enjoy the show Marnie was putting on.  Paris began to respond to this
seduction designed for him. His pink cockhead started to peek at the goings
on from under the toga's skirt. Marnie was now completely naked, dancing a
slow cobra-like dance with her hands above her head and her legs opened by
her knees pointing out.  "Now Blondie's friend has come out to play."  She
said to herself, looking at a good eight inches and a sack of a couple of
plums under the toga's skirt sticking straight out.  "There, I did it,
he'll pick me.  He's pointing right at me."  Marnie said to herself,
fantasizing as if this were a real contest.  Then she stopped, figuring it
was the next girl's turn.  The pictures stopped. Everything stopped.

"Well?"  The lady said.

"Well what?"  Marnie responded.

"Well, where are you going to put it for the shot?"  She said, imploringly.
Marnie looked quizzically.  "Hera has this one chance to sway Paris.  You
have the advantage of going first.  Take it and go with it.  Let the others
figure out what they will do to top Hera, the wife of Zeus."

Marnie knelt down between Paris' legs and with her hands stroking his
strong thighs, she put her mouth on his waiting cock.  Pictures were
snapping regularly with the motorized drives.  She looked up for a signal
to stop but everyone kept on watching.  Finally, Marnie took it upon
herself to stop, figuring there were a couple of rolls run off at least.
She stood and waited to be excused so the next goddess could move in and do
her thing.

"Well?"  The lady said again.

"Not this again."  Marnie thought to herself. 

"What now?"  Marnie said slightly annoyed.

"Where are you going to put it?"  Came the question again.

"But  . . .  but . . ."  She was trying to protest.

"The butt's okay.  Well, you have Paris where you want him.  Now if you
want him in your butt, may I suggest some lubrication?"  The lady said,
snapping her fingers at an assistant, who ran off for some cold cream.
"Okay, do Bobby a little, but don't make him too shiny, and I'll see to
Hera here.  Please bend some more, that's it.  You'll be thanking us for
this cream."  She said as she worked a dollop of cream in and around
Marnie's rear opening.  "Now over in front of Paris.  Lets try hands on
ankles first.  My god, those are the puffiest lips I've seen on a woman."

Marnie shot up like a rocket, tits flopping, embarrassed at the
gynecological observation.

"You're sensitive about that, well how about just hands on knees then."
She said, positioning Marnie in front of Paris.  Flash!  Flash!  "Okay,
Bobby, I mean Paris, stand and deliver."

Pictures were snapping like clockwork as Paris stood behind Marnie with his
hands on her ass cheeks.  He had his large cock at her hole.  Marnie didn't
think it would go in.  She braced herself spartanly, though, in defiance of
her doubts.  She reached back with her hands to hold the cheeks apart and
stuck her ass obscenely out to give his cock every advantage at entering.
He pushed, Marnie moaned, it didn't get past the sphincter ring.  He pushed
again a little harder.  Marnie gave a plaintive wail.  Still no entry.  He
looked at the lady for "what to do?"  She waved him on for another try.  He
pushed harder, and Marnie pulled her cheeks apart a little more.  Success.
He managed to get just the head in and held it as Marnie tried to catch up
with her breathing.

This was fine, though for the picture taking.  He was in, Marnie was having
a real and natural reaction to it, and it would play well to the tune of
the story.

"Okay, that's it."  The lady finally chirped in.  "Athena's turn."

Marnie was now too sore to sit in any fashion, between her cunt and her
ass, so she stood to watch the others go through similar acts and shots.
Finally, Aphrodite, who promised Paris, she would give him Helen, Helen of
Troy, took Paris' pent up load all over her face, and was crowned the
victor.

There were different costumes, different scripts, and pretty much the same
kinds of shots.  Marnie had to insist that she always take it in her rear
because of her injured twat.  She was as horny as she ever was in her life
when it was time to quit.  Even though one scene had her fingering her
clit, it only lasted as long as necessary to run off the required shots.
All those cocks, the sexy situations, never getting a chance to go beyond
posing.  At least when she did the movie, she could work through the
arousal to a conclusion.

When she got dressed, the lady came up to her with a document to sign. "In
order to pay you, I'll need you to sign this."  She said handing the
contract and pen to Marnie, waiting for her to sign while holding the
$1,200.00 check made out to her in the air between her first two fingers. 

"So, what about Kenneth and Maggie?"  Marnie asked, ready to leave. "Well,
he's scheduled back here a week from tomorrow, or you might find them at
'Swaggers' during the day or 'Shareholders' at night. "What is their last
name?  Maybe I can find a home address."  Marnie supposed.

"I can do better than that, I think I have an old card of his.  I don't
know if the numbers still work, but it shows his last name 'Brannon', and
his pager number."  She said, handing the card she dug up to Marnie, with a
smile. "Thanks for helping me out.  You were great.  Can I call you again?"

"Marnie was preoccupied with getting in touch the Brannons so she absently
said, "Sure, thanks."

"By the way, where is this illustrated story going to appear?"  Marnie
asked, as she handed the signed document back in exchange for the check.

"On an Internet site."  The lady said matter-of-factly.  Marnie look
horrified. "Oh don't worry.  It is a pay site, subscribers only.  No one
you know will ever see it."  She thought better of mentioning the Newsgroup
advertising posts that bring people to the site.