"Marnie, you have to promise me you will never tell George what I did
today."  Barbara implored. 

"I won't tell yours, if you don't tell mine."  She said with a smile. 

"We were so bad."  Barbara said.  "But, it was so wonderful, wasn't it." 

"Yes, this vacation is just what the doctor ordered to counterbalance the
stress of our everyday lives."  Marnie replied.  "Let's get ourselves to
dinner." 

Dinner was a feast and the two ladies were hungry from the excitement of
the day.  As they sat back in their chairs, full and sassy, the P.A. system
announced that volunteers were needed for the "Bull Milking Contest"
fantasy.  The announcement asked for ten female volunteers to act as
"milkmaids" for the event.  Staff circulated between the tables to identify
the volunteers.  An attractive, well toned thirty-something, woman stopped
at Marnie and Barbara's table for a moment to see if their table had any
volunteers.  Marnie and Barbara looked at each other for a moment, shrugged
their shoulders in unison and stood up to join the woman who was ready to
lead them behind stage.  The P.A. announcer followed shortly after with a
thank you, that enough volunteers had been selected. 

The ladies were oriented to the fantasy that ten men had signed up for.
When the contest was to begin, the ten milkmaids were to bring the man
assigned to her off and capture all of his spunk in a cigar sized test-tube
with measurements etched into the side of the glass. The one with the most
jizm collected in 30 minutes would be the winner.  This was a Class A
event, so more than hands were allowed. She walked the ladies around the
stage to familiarize them with the milking stands, an upright post with a
cross piece that the contestant hung his arms over and then was secured by
being gently bound at the wrists.  This held the "bull" upright, and the
base that supported the upright was a box-like wooden form, about a foot
high, that the contestant had to straddle, keeping his legs apart. 

They were told, that the contestants would be positioned shortly and the
ladies were to line up next to one for the event.  They would have about
ten minutes to familiarize themselves with them, get them preliminarily
aroused if they wanted, but they were "bulls", so the milkmaids were asked
not to speak them. 

As the two ladies stood in line, Marnie remarked,  "Gosh anybody who would
sign up for this fantasy must have a pretty big opinion of themselves,
don't you think?" 

"It sure has me curious.  I wonder how much we will be able to milk out of
these guys anyway."  Barbara replied. 

Their conversation was cut short as the curtain to the dining room opened
and lights were directed at them.  Then they turned to their left as the
"bulls" were marched onto the stage to the applause of the audience.  They
were paraded to the uprights naked except for a leather thong that formed a
"figure eight" across their front running around the back of their necks
and under their scrotums, crisscrossing at approximately their navels.
This had the effect of uplifting their balls from their legs, especially if
they reared their heads back. 

They had different body types from slender to beer bellied.  They ranged in
age from thirty to fifty.  The common feature among most of them was the
prodigious genitalia that they all appeared proud of. Marnie and Barbara
looked up and down the line at the other ladies who were beginning to touch
and caress their bulls, as the staff began securing the wrists of the
contestants to their structures.  Then they joined in and touched their
bulls as well. 

Each started to tune out the audience, and the other contestants as they
brushed, petted, rubbed, pinched, hefted and otherwise explored the
equipment of their bulls.  Barbara took her left hand and slid it along the
upper legs and rear cheeks of her bull as if in a daze, admiring the
strength their firmness beheld.  Marnie, wanted to feel what her bull's
genitalia felt like bundled up between her breasts, as she sidled up and
stuffed it down the top of her toga to the moan of appreciation from her
bull.  Barbara toyed with pulling on the thong at the crisscross to make
the bull's genitals flop up and down, then she grabbed the long straight
penis with one hand and held his balls together with her thumb and middle
finger turning it from side to side as she examined its texture shape and
volume. 

Marnie held her bull's cock up to her cheek to feel its warmth and soft
surface.  She turned her head back and forth to move her skin against it.
She and Barbara looked at each other smiling devilishly, when the
announcement advised that there was one more minute before the contest was
to begin.  They started to stroke the cocks of their bulls in earnest,
causing the others to competitively do the same to catch up with them.
When the contest began with the announcement "Maintenant", the fists were
flying.  The bulls contorted their faces, hissed, moaned, and eked out
sounds of blissful agony.  Marnie's bull started to arch his back, his head
pulling his genitals up and out, and she knew he was going to deliver his
first installment.  She quickly grabbed the tube and placed it as carefully
as she could at the tip of his penis to catch all that might fly out, and
gush he did. She kept up the motion while he flopped about in place, Marnie
following his cock tip as he gyrated, trying to alleviate himself from her
relentless motion.  She momentarily noticed and admired the quantity she
collected thinking, "three or four more, and he'd have this thing filled.
I wonder if he has it in him?" 

Barbara was so wrapped up in the moment, that she was staring at the tip of
her bull's cock, like a kid looking to see why water hasn't come out the
end of a hose yet, when he erupted all over her face. She opened her eyes
and mouth wide, as she gasped in a breath of air, and ended up swallowing a
little of the jizm that was meant for the tube.  She quickly took the tube
and tried her best to scrape the jizm off of her face with the edge of it,
leaving her bull to wonder if she would finish the job with the little bit
left in him to squirt out. 

Marnie chuckled to herself, not wanting to embarrass her friend, and went
on to stimulating her bull to a second cumming.  With the tubes resting in
holders on the uprights between the bulls' legs, everyone could see the
front-runners.  Barbara determined that she was coming from behind, so she
redoubled her effects to get her man off sooner, so she may have a chance
at an extra cumming before the end compared to the others. 

Some of the men wanted to communicate to their milkers what would work best
for them, but they were warned that any verbal communication would be
grounds for disqualification.  Barbara's bull did everything he could to
get her to have and maintain eye contact with him, so he could communicate
facially with her.  She soon picked up on his strategy and worked as
attentively as she was able in consort with his directions.  As a team,
they became the first to have a second cumming, and Barbara was successful
at collecting all that he was able to offer. 

The competition heated up and the milkmaids started to get into it as if
they had chosen the fantasy for themselves.  Hands changed to mouths,
breasts got displayed, in one case, a milkmaid backed up to her bull,
standing on the box-like base to the upright and coaxed her bull to cum
with her cunt muscles.  As it turned out, the one who came last,
accumulated the most.  The rest of the contestants were in some state of
unfulfilled frustration at not hitting the thirty-minute mark with their
last effort.  When they were let down, many pleaded with their milkmaids to
finish what they had started in the back after the fantasy was over.
Marnie and Barbara were exhausted and decided to retire for the evening. 

Back in their rooms they discussed the day.  "Maybe I should have taken my
guy up on his offer of a good time following the contest." Marnie was
saying.  "I am still pretty worked up from the day." 

"Marnie, I hate to say it, but I am too.  What are we going to do?" Barbara
asked concerned. 

"Give me a minute with the brochure and I'll see."  Marnie replied.  . . .
"It says here that there is a Class A sexual fantasy of  `The Courtesans of
Catherine the Great'.   The description reads 'Experience the chores of a
courtesan of Catherine the Great, by testing the prowess of her suitors
before she does, so she doesn't waste her time with the insufficient.'  I
guess it is like being a royal taster, only of a different sort."  Marnie
said.  "That sounds promising, don't you think?" 

"Well, it is all play acting right?  What could be wrong with that?"
Barbara justified.  "I'm going to have some pretty frustrating dreams, I'm
sure, just thinking about it."

"I'm going to call in for reservations, if they'll take them at this hour."
Marnie said. . . .  "All set for two o'clock tomorrow. . ." 

***** 

"I can't answer the door like this."  Brenda protested. 

"Okay then, go put on a robe. I'll answer the door."  Brad said. 

"Who are you?"  Brad asked of the rough looking guy at the door. 

"Well, who are you?"  Jeff Larcher retorted. 

"It's okay Brad, this is Brenda's friend Jeff."  Jimmy explained. 

"Hey Jimmy, taking good care of those modeling shots?"  Jeff asked with a
smile. 

"Yeah, I even got some more."  Jimmy replied. 

"Wow dude, you're awesome.  Let's see them."  Jeff responded to the news. 

Jimmy ran upstairs and passed Brenda coming down, as she was tying the sash
and following his sprint up the stairs with her eyes.  When she looked
back, there was Jeff. 

"What the hell are you doing here?"  She asked surprised and annoyed. 

"Nice to see you too, Babe."  He replied.  "My dad sent me out to track
down your mother.  Your dad said I'd find you here." 

"What does your dad want with my mother?" 

"He doesn't tell me much, he just wanted me to find out where she is." 

"Well, she is out of the country for another couple of days.  Tell Walter
that I'm available for more modeling work."  She said, as Jimmy re-entered
the room, handing his book to Jeff to review.  "Hey, I don't want you
looking at that."  She said trying to grab it back from Jeff's grasp. 

Jeff pulled it away from her forcefully and started to ogle the pictures he
hadn't seen yet, at his leisure.  "Good job my man."  He said to Jimmy.
"You've got a flare for this kind of thing." 

"Yeah, I'm going to do it for a living when I grow up."  Jimmy announced. 

"Are you going to get me copies for turning you on to it?"  Jeff extorted. 

"He will not!"  Brenda interrupted brusquely. 

"But Brenda."  Jimmy said, with almost a whine. 

"No Jimmy, you can't give out a model's pictures without her permission,
unless she signs away her rights."  Brenda advised. 

"Okay.  Sorry Jeff.  She would know."  Jimmy apologized. 

"Well, I'll check on that."  Jeff said.  "So, when is your mom getting back
again?" 

"Seems like Thursday.  I'll tell her Walter was asking for her." Brenda
said. 

"So, when are you going to get dressed for the day like the rest of the
people in the world?  It's one o'clock already."  Jeff asked in reference
to her robe. 

Brad and Jimmy snickered. 

"What?  What, . . . what did I say?"  Jeff asked sensitive to being left
out of the loop. 

"These are the first clothes Brenda has had on all day."  Brad said going
back into a snicker with Jimmy. 

Brenda, trying to brush the whole thing off, grabbed Jeff's arm and started
to escort him to the door.  "I'll catch up with you later, I've got work
still to do before the Crandels return from their trip." She said. 

Jeff tore his arm out of her grip obstinately, "I'll just hang around until
then." 

"No, I've got to drive to the airport to pick them up.  You need to go so I
can get ready."  She said, resuming her efforts. 

Jeff broke her grasp more decisively this time;  "I'll just hang with you
guys until you have to go." 

"Brenda, you'd better get dressed like you were about to do when Jeff came
by, so we can go."  Brad said, not sure whether he liked Jeff or not. 

"Wait.  First I want to see what I have been missing."  Jeff said, as he
quickly undid her robe and held it open.  "Gee, you're still keeping it
neat down there."  He said referring to her shaved pussy. 

Jimmy looked at the proceedings a bit confused, and was changing his
attitude toward Jeff, as Brenda abruptly brought her arms together to close
the robe, embarrassed and annoyed.  At this point, the three of them wanted
the intruder out of their play space. 

Jeff, realizing it would be a battle to stay and have fun with them,
decided it was time to make his retreat, and left. 

"Thanks Brad.  Well, I'll put the laundry in the dryer and we can fold the
things coming out."  Brenda said. 

"How about we watch, oh, and I'll hold the robe."  Brad said with a smile. 

Brenda tried to act annoyed, but she was actually enjoying being bossed
into doing household chores in the nude in front of the boys. They enjoyed
watching the stacked Brenda's body move to the tasks at hand, bend to take
laundry items out of the basket seductively, bend and reach to accomplish
proper hospital corners on the bed, her tits wobble as she scrubbed the
ring from the tub, her strong legs as she bent to place dishes in the rack
of the dishwasher.  Brad blatantly rubbed his crotch when she brought out
the duster, and dusted the objects around the boys sitting on the couch,
and as she got down on hands and knees to give the carpet a second over for
the cum stains from the night before. 

She didn't object to Jimmy taking photo shots at Brad's direction. Jimmy
unconsciously got an insight into Brad's fascination for Brenda's legs,
rear, and breasts when they were hanging, as they were the majority of
Brad's requests for shots. 

"Okay, now I want you to rub my wiener."  Brad said boldly, getting a
little frustrated with the arousal building up in his groin. 

Brenda and Jimmy both looked at him as if he had just arrived from another
planet.  "Excuse me?"  Brenda asked. 

"I'm the boss, remember?  I need some motion from you here, before I become
crazed."  Brad explained. 

Jimmy went on alert to the tension building up in the air.  "Bosses don't
ask their employees to do such things.  Why don't you just take it out, and
we'll see how bad the problem is."  Brenda retorted. 

Brad unzipped his pants and pulled them down with his briefs to just below
his knees.  "Got another boner there I see."  Brenda said, noting the
obvious.  "Let's dust it off and get a better look." 

She worked the tip with the duster until he tried to grab her to bring her
to him.  "Now, now, we mustn't get too over anxious.  Here, hold this up
out of the way."  She said placing his hand around the shaft of his penis,
as she undid his shoes and completely removed his pants and briefs. 

He held the shaft dutifully as he strained to look down to see Brenda
dusting his balls, then reach around them and tie the sash from the robe
around his scrotum, forcing his balls to the bottom of their sack.  She
playfully yanked on the sash a couple of times, and Brad looked on
apprehensively aroused.  She held the balls up away from his body, and
rubbed the open palm of her other hand in a circular motion to the bottom
of them.  Brad closed his eyes and started to moan. 

"I bet you can't go in a circle with your left hand like I am, while you go
up and down on the shaft with your right.  It takes a lot of coordination
to do that."  Brenda challenged. 

"Sure I can."  Brad challenged back. 

"Show us then. Prove it."  Brenda fired back. 

Brad took up the challenge while Brenda continued to hold his balls up for
him with the sash.  He was about to say "See, I told you . . . ," but
instead, he just closed his eyes and started to roll his head around as the
two sensations from his shaft and balls competed for his primary attention.
He was locked in as a homing device on a target. He was not going to stop
until one or the other hit the mark for him. 

"Jimmy, you could get a picture of this."  Brenda teased. 

Brad opened his eyes momentarily,  "No Jimmy, don't."  Then he realized
from Jimmy's expression, that he wouldn't, and went back to the task in
hands. 

Then he lunged his body up off the couch uncontrollably and shot his
unexpected rope of cream in an arch out to the carpet before him. Brenda
gently continued tugging at his balls as he continued the dual motions
until he was too spent to continue. 

"Oh look, another mess.  Good thing we have the stuff to clean it up right
here."  Brenda said matter-of-factly. 

She got down on her hands and knees again and cleaned up the mess, while
Brad sat there with the sash still around his balls, his arms laying limp
at his sides, an expression of blissful exhaustion on his face.   Then the
phone rang. 

"I'll get it."  Jimmy declared.  "Yeah, Hi Paul.  Yeah, here she is." 

"Hello."  Brenda said lyrically. 

"Sure, that would be okay.  Let me give you my address . . ." 

"Okay boys, let's get this show on the road."  Brenda said, taking back
charge of the situation. 

"But it's still too early to go to the airport."  Jimmy noticed. 

"Well, lets not just sit around here.  We can go by the park and see what's
shaking there on the way."  Brenda offered. 

"But hey, I'm still in charge here, until we pick up Crandels."  Brad
asserted. 

"So boss, what did You have in mind?"  Brenda asked a little impatient. 

"The park is okay with me, but you'll have to wear clothes there. So, I
want to pick out what you are going to wear."  Brad directed. 

"Well, I'll see if I agree with the style you choose.  It will be out in
public, and I want to look my best."  Brenda qualified. 

"Let's see what you have here first."  Brad suggested. 

They looked through the clothes Brenda brought for the weekend.  "No, I
didn't find it.  Let's go over to your house and check there."  Brad said. 

When they got there, Brenda's dad was walking through the front hall. "Hi
Brenda.  I've been missing you this weekend.  How's it going at Crandel's?
Hi Jimmy." 

"Fine, no problems.   Dad, this is Jimmy's friend Brad.  I just stopped by
for a change of clothes and we are off to pick up the Crandels at the
airport." 

"Nice to meet you.  Drive safely."  Roger said, giving Brenda a kiss on the
forehead. 

"Com'on let's go."  Brenda ordered as they all bounded up the stairs. "How
about this one?"  She said over and over holding up outfit after outfit.
"What then?"  She asked in frustration. 

"I want something as good as being naked, but would still be legal.
Something that will turn heads, but keep them guessing.  I like the way
people react to your looks.  You probably don't even notice, but people
really like the way you look, and I want them looking as we pass them.  Got
it?"  Brad disclosed. 

"You devil you.  You want me to tease the park goers.  Well since you asked
so nicely, how about this?"  Brenda said smiling with anticipation.  She
was holding up a cream-colored tennis style outfit with a matching
short-sleeve matador-cut jacket to cover the bra lines that showed through
the semi-see-through material. 

"Try it on."  Brad directed.  Then reacting to her modeling it, "Lose the
bra, lose the jacket, lose the panties, and lets go."  Brad said
decisively. 

"I've got to wear the jacket and panties out of the house, or my dad won't
let me go." 

"Okay, but let's hurry, the more time we can spend there the better, right
Jimmy?" 

"Right." 

"You boys are wicked."  Brenda said playfully. 

At the park, the boys had her walk by or in front of certain people and
couples, sit next to others, bend for protracted times at drinking
fountains, feed the ducks by bending and trying to get them to eat from her
hand, and be in places that reflected light through her outfit to highlight
her features. They had to run and grab her hands to ditch with her in the
bushes to evade a curious cop who had yelled "Hey!" at them.  With hearts
pounding, they decided that they could just as easily play this game at the
terminal waiting for the Crandels as they could at the park, so they headed
out for it. 

They had their fun, and then waited for the Crandels' plane.  "Okay, the
Crandels are coming now, I'm putting my stuff back on."  Brenda announced. 

"Well, they haven't landed yet, and it will be another forty-five minutes,
so I get to be the boss sometime later for that amount of time for our
deal."  Brad asserted. 

"Okay, Picky."  Brenda said, and left for the bathroom. 

On the way home Brad took the film from Jimmy to give to his brother.
"Here, you're seeing Paul tonight."  He whispered as he dumped the
canisters in Brenda's lap. 

Mrs. Crandel turned to the back seat and asked,  "Was Jimmy a good boy?" 

Brenda turned toward the smiling Jimmy, and pinched his cheek,  "He has
been my, � an angel." 

"That's good to hear."  Mrs. Crandel said smiling at Mr. Crandel. 

When Brenda got home, she didn't have time to change, as Paul was at her
door early.  Roger was barely catching up with her before she was
introducing him to this new suitor and leaving out the door.  Roger was
dumbfounded and felt whipsawed by how adroitly Brenda made her way ou,
almost as soon as she had come in. 

"So Brenda, what would you like to do?"  Paul asked right off. 

"Well, I have these, that might interest you."  She said seductively,
holding up several canisters of exposed film. 

At the store, Paul made a ritual out of neither of them looking at the
pictures until they were all done and back at his apartment on his couch
together.  He got a round of beers, they toasted, and they turned the stack
over to start the presentation.  "My brother was there?  How does he get
all the fun?"  Paul whined. 

"Do you know how to take pictures?  Maybe I could do some modeling for you
someday."  Brenda suggested. 

"I'll learn."  Paul said.  "You know, some of these are full blown porno,
you let the boys take.  Like this rear shot of you bending over." 

"It's just the human body.  Over half the world's population looks like
that between her legs."  Brenda put forward. 

"Brenda, only a small portion of the world's women look as good as you do."
Paul said leaning in for a kiss. 

Brenda moved her head so the mark he hit was her neck.  He planted a kiss
and stayed on to give her a hickey.   Brenda moaned and squirmed under his
tongue's assault.  When he came up for air, she took her hand and held the
side of his face as she returned the gesture giving him a hickey on his
neck as well.  He sat and wiggled from the combination tickle and sting.
He distracted himself from the sensation a bit, by putting his hand on her
near breast.  She removed it and moved in for a full body embrace,
lip-locking, tongue sucking, French kiss, only to be interrupted by the
doorbell. 

"Just ignore it.  It's probably for the apartment next door."  Paul said,
as he tried to resume the passion. 

The bell rang again and then there were insistent knocks on the door. 

"Hang loose.  I'll get rid of them."  Paul assured her. 

Paul opened the door.  "Donna!  I thought I told . . ." 

"You can't just cancel on me like that without an explanation."  Donna
said, as she pushed him back into the room.  When she followed him in, she
immediately saw Brenda who was straitening herself out on the couch.  "Who
the hell is she!?"  Donna declared, pointing at Brenda and looking back at
Paul. 

"Ah, ah, . . . ah, she is Brad's friend's baby-sitter, really."  Paul said,
buying time to think. 

"Well, what the hell is she doing here?"  Donna demanded, standing with
fists on her hips leaning forward for his answer. 

"I, ah, was giving her a ride home and we stopped by here so I could show
her my apartment."  Paul lied. 

"Yeah right! . . . What is that fresh mark on your neck?"  Donna asked, her
face reddening with anger. 

"Bug bite?"  Paul said, putting his hand on his neck. 

"What's your name cute stuff?"  She asked Brenda. 

Brenda tried to turn the four piles of pictures over as Donna approached.
"Brenda. . . . Glad to meet you."  She said meekly, while standing and
holding out her hand for an insincere greeting. 

Donna ignored the gesture and bent to look at the pictures Brenda had
turned over.  The picture that had ignited the passion a moment earlier
enraged Donna upon viewing it.  "What the . . .?  Who is this cow? . . .
Oh, it's your fat butt and bovine tits.  You perverts!  You slut."  She
said to Brenda. 

That was all Brenda needed to take her on.  She came from around the coffee
table and grabbed for Donna's hair, pulling her head back and forth.
Donna, tried to unclasp Brenda's grip, but her efforts had little effect.
In her desperation to break free of Brenda's rage, she swung her arms
around in front of her trying to connect with anything. She landed a couple
of blows that bruised Brenda's tits and distracted her enough to loosen her
grip.  When Donna got free, she went for Brenda's hair to dish out what she
had just endured.  Brenda knew what it felt like for her, so she reached
for Donna's tits, grasped them, and squeezed. 

"Girls, stop!  You're gonna get me thrown outta here."  Paul pleaded. 

Donna's hands left Brenda's hair and went outstretched to the sides in
surrender.  Still holding on, Brenda asked,  "Do you give?" 

Afraid to move a muscle, for fear of Brenda damaging her sensitive tits,
Donna just nodded her acceptance.  "Say you're sorry."  Brenda demanded. 

"I, I'm sorry for calling you a cow and a slut, ooooo ooouch."  Brenda let
go and they both started to massage their injured breasts. 

"Let's all be calm, and talk this out."  Paul pleaded. 

"Talk about what, you two-timing lowlife piece of shit."  Donna lashed
back. 

"I think it is time for me to go."  Brenda said, picking up three of the
four piles and heading for the door. 

"No wait."  Paul said. 

"For what?"  Donna said. 

"I mean, don't you still need that ride?"  Paul said to Brenda. 

Brenda just stood there to see if Paul and Donna could at least work it out
so that she would get a ride home.  Brenda stood patiently as the two
argued for five minutes, then she slipped outside and waited a little while
longer.  The door opened and Donna walked out. 

"You can come with me."  Donna said. 

Brenda looked at Paul who looked away sheepishly and backed deeper into the
room. 

"Don't worry, I'll get you home okay.  It's better I do it than my
two-timing fiancée."  Donna said. 

"Your fiancé?  He never . . ." 

"Yeah, well that's changing.  Com'on, let's go." 

"He was just helping me out, really.  I had no idea."  Brenda assured her. 

"Get in.  Helping out with what?" 

"You saw.  The pictures.  I'm a model, and . . ." 

"Pheh," Donna started to laugh at the remark.  "I'm sorry.  What are you
modeling for, Penthouse?" 

"Well, one day maybe." 

"You're serious, aren't you."  Donna said. 

"Yeah, what do you mean?" 

"I mean, you're kinda young to be displaying your womanly wares for the
world to see aren't you?" 

"Well I can do these modeling jobs with my mother's okay now, but I'll be
able to do them soon on my own.  Most people think I am older than I am." 

"Don't tell me you are getting paid for those pictures and your mother said
it was okay." 

"Well not these, but I have modeled before professionally, really." 

"Okay, let's just leave it at that.  It's your life.  Now, what are your
intentions towards Paul?" 

"Now that I know you two are engaged and he lied about it to me, I guess
there is nothing for the future."" 

"Can I count on that?"  Donna asked, for reassurance. 

"Sure, of course." 

"Okay then, we can be friends."  Donna said holding out her hand for Brenda
to shake.  Brenda reciprocated, feeling kind of strange, and didn't talk
for the rest of the trip to her house. 

***** 

"Good morning."  Marnie said from bed to Barbara, as she walked back into
the bedroom from the shower.  "You're up bright and early today." 

"I couldn't sleep any longer after I first woke up.  That `Catherine the
Great" tasting thing was all I could think about.  Are we really going to
do it?" 

"The fantasies come with the travel package.  The last one worked out okay,
didn't it?"  Marnie said. 

"I suppose.  It's just that . . ." 

"Just what?"  Marnie asked. 

"Oh, nothing.  Let's get some breakfast."