It was about four in the afternoon when the phone rang.  "Ryan here," I  said.

The voice on the other end was very familiar, and very, very sexy.  "Mike,"  she said in a half-whispered growl.  "This is Marya.  Are you doing anything  this evening?"

"Not till now.  What did you have in mind?"

"My Grandmother and my Aunt Anya want to meet you.  There's a special Council meeting, and they said to bring you."

"Okay," I said, trying not to sound disappointed.  When your beautiful and overly libidinous Gypsy -- excuse me, they don't like the term "Gypsy" -- Romany lover asks if you're free for the evening, meeting her family is _not_ what you hope she has in mind.  'Maybe afterwards,' I thought to myself.

"Great.  They're staying here with me.  Can you come by about 6:30.  We'll have time for drinks and introductions before the Council meeting."

"Should I change or anything -- clothes, I mean."

"Very funny, Michael, or should I say, Michelle.  No, suit and tie should be fine.  Just be sure and be on time."  She hung up at that.  No 'Goodbye', no kiss.  I guess she was still a little sensitive about what had happened.

Maybe it was nasty to kid her like that, but I never asked for what she did to me.  About three weeks ago, she got mad over nothing -- she admitted so herself later -- and cast some kind of spell that changed me into a woman during that full moon.  Then she played mind games with me for three nights. Only, on the third night, she'd gotten herself in deep trouble, and I'd
had to rescue her.

When I did, I realized how much she meant to me, and I think she found that she felt the same way about me.  We'd gotten real close, even talked a little about some kind of permanent set-up.  I guess meeting her family was the next step.

= * =

I got to Marya's apartment about five minutes early.  I hadn't changed my suit, but I had showered and shaved at the office, and I was wearing my emergency spare shirt.  Marya lived on most of the top floor of an old warehouse.  She said one time that a Romany chieftain _had_ to live in an empty store, and her place was as close as she was willing to get to that empty store.

I have to admit to being nervous as I knocked on the door.  Maybe it was just the normal "first meeting with her family" jitters that every guy feels.  On the other hand, this was _Marya's_ family.  They were likely to be as powerful as she was.  Hell, they were likely to be _more_ powerful than she was.  All of a sudden I remembered all those old Bewitched episodes I used to laugh at when I was a kid.  You know, the ones where the witch's mother, or her father, or her cousin, or her aunt did something to that poor mortal husband.

Well, it was too late to back out now.  I swallowed and knocked on the door.

"Enter freely and of your own will."  It was Marya.  She sensed how scared I was and decided to throw a quote from _Dracula_ at me.  You had to love a girl like that.  Kill her first, maybe, but _love_ her.

The door creaked open -- another gag of Marya's, I guessed.  Only, it wasn't Marya on the other side.  Oh, she looked a lot like Marya, or, rather, a lot like Marya will look in forty or fifty years, if she ages very, very well.

The woman was much older (83, Marya told me later), her face a pattern of fine wrinkles that had a strange elegance about it.  Her hair was silver - no, not white, silver - and drawn up into a bun on her head.  She must have been quite beautiful in her youth.  She still had a slender figure, but she dressed a bit more to conceal that reveal it.  Her dress was a deep purple, almost black that went down below her knees.  She wore a double string of pearls around her neck and three thin silver bracelets, almost like the strands of her hair, on her left wrist.

"How do you do, Mr. Ryan," she said in a slightly amused tone.  "Please come in. I am Marya's grandmother, also called Marya.  Please come in."  She had the same accent as Marya, but a bit thicker.

I walked past her into the apartment.  "I’m very pleased to meet you, Ms. – Mrs. -- excuse me, what may I call you?"

"Oh," she said.  "Please call me Grandmother.  Almost everyone does."

"Thank you, Grandmother," I said  Marya, _my_ Marya, had been sitting on the couch when I came in.  She walked in and gave me a friendly peck on the cheek.  Not very romantic, but then, who gets romantic when their grandmother is watching.  "You said we'd be having drinks, so I brought some wine."  I handed Marya the bottle.  It was a fairly expensive Bordeaux that we both liked.

She put the bottle on a table near the door.  I looked over and saw that there was another bottle, possibly even of the same wine, already cooling near the couch.  A woman that I hadn't seen before was sitting in a chair nearby.  She stood up and walked over.

Marya and her grandmother were tall and slender.  This third woman was short and, to be polite, a bit on the plump side.  I guessed to be in her late 50s.  She was wearing a long dress the same color as Grandmother -- and Marya -- I suddenly noticed.  Her hair was dark brown with blonde streaks that may have been there partly to hide the grey.  It flowed in waves down onto her shoulders.  She had a round, "happy" sort of face, friendly and open with a few laugh lines (you wouldn't dare call them wrinkles) around her mouth and eyes.

"Hi," she said.  "I'm Marya's Aunt Anya."

"By way of further introduction," Marya said.  "Grandmother was my mother's mother, and Aunt Anya was my father's sister."  Well, that explained the lack of any resemblence between the two women.

"Marya -- Grandmother -- and I raised Marya after Janos -- my brother -- and Tamara died in the car crash," Aunt Anya said.  "We've been wanting to meet you for some time, and now we have a reason."

"A reason," I asked.

"Well," Anya said.  "A reason for the three of us being together.  Tonight, the Tribal Council, or, at least, the three of us, will be holding court.  A woman has been seriously wronged, and she's asked us to give her justice."

"So it's a single case?"

"Actually, we have three cases, as you call them, Michael, this night," Grandmother said.  "But enough of this shop talk'.  Please come have some of this wine and tell us a little about yourself."

We made small talk for a while.  I told them about the heavy equipment company that I worked for, trying to both impress and not bore them at the same time.  Don’t get me wrong.  I love my business, but I’m smart enough to know that not everybody is a civil engineer.

Grandmother and Aunt Anya told me a little bit about themselves, about Aunt Anya, and about being Romany.  Grandmother’s “empty store” was a three story house in one of the better neighborhoods.  She raised all kinds of exotic plants in a greenhouse in the yard, and she was working on a history of their Tribe in America.  Aunt Anya ran a bookstore personally.  She also ran
a fair bit of the Tribe’s business dealings.

The three women were part of the Tribal Council.  There were several other members, male and female, but they were either out of town or had other commitments this evening.  Membership on the Council was based on merit, and it was a little unusual for three people as close as these three to all be members.

About 9 PM, Aunt Anya looked at her watch.  “We’d better get going,” she said.  “It’s a bit of a drive, and we don’t want to be late.”

I stood up.  “Well, it was a pleasure meeting you, Grandmother, Aunt Anya.”

“You don’t understand, Mike,” Marya said.  “Grandmother asked for you to come along with us.  It’s something we don’t normally do with outsiders.”

“But why,” I asked.

“That will be explained at the proper time, Michael,” Grandmother said.  “We had better hurry.  Andros is probably already waiting downstairs with the car.”

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Andros was Grandmother’s driver.  A short, balding man in a chauffeur’s uniform.  He didn’t look too tough, but somehow, I got the feeling that this was not a man that I would want to get mad at me.  Grandmother’s car, on the other hand, was something that I just wanted.  It was a dark gray Rolls with silver trim polished to where you could shave in the reflection.  I was definitely impressed as I got in the back.

Andros knew where we were going.  He started the Rolls and headed towards the west end of town.  The women just sat and enjoyed the ride in silence. Listening to that sweet motor purr, I decided to do likewise.

“Maybe you should know a little about what’s going to happen,” Aunt Anya said breaking the silence.  “One of the functions of the Council is to act as judges in a trial of someone accused of breaking tribal law.  We can also be asked to provide justice if someone feels that they have been wronged. We listen to both sides, maybe ask a question or two, and give our verdict.”

“Then what happens?”

“Well, you know about our abilities.  Our verdict often involves their use against one side or the other in the case.  Sometimes against both sides.”

“And I get to watch.”

“Yes, as Marya said, we seldom allow outsiders, but you’re a special case because of your relationship with her.  Please just sit over in a corner and don’t say anything.  Okay?”

“I guess.  I’ll have to admit that I’m more than a little curious about what’s going to happen.  And, I feel honored, somehow, to be given the opportunity.”

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The Rolls pulled into the parking garage below a large office building.  It travelled down a couple sub-levels before pulling into a reserved parking space next to an elevator.  Again, impressive.  We all got out.  Andros used some kind of special key to unlock the elevator.  He stayed with the car while the three women and I got in.  We rode up to the 34th floor.

The elevator opened onto what looked like the foyer for a fairly successful law practice or real estate operation, all modern furniture with overstuffed chairs and three separate secretarial desks.  We headed past it, down a long hall, and into somebody’s executive office.  It turned out to be Aunt Anya’s.  This was some “empty store”.

Aunt Anya gave Grandmother and Marya some papers.  “Background,” she said. They all sat and read for a few minutes until a tall, slender man in a grey suit knocked on the door.

“Excuse me, Ladies of the Council,” he said.  They are ready to begin.”

The three women rose, so I did, too.  The man saw me for the first time and scowled.  “What is this outsider doing here?”

“He is here because we wish him to be here.”  Grandmother’s tone was calm and even.  There was no hint of question or threat in it, but there would clearly be no escape and no mercy for anyone who raised the issue again.

The man bowed very low.  “Then if the _four_ of you will please follow me, we shall begin.”  He turned and walked slowly out of the room.

The three women fell in behind him, with me bringing up the rear.  We walked through empty office space to a large conference room of some sort.  There was a small table on a raised podium at one end with three chairs behind it. Grandmother, Aunt Anya , and Marya walked over and sat down.  I took a seat in one of several chairs along one wall.  There were a couple of chairs a few feet in front of where the women were sitting.

As I said, there were chairs all along the walls, with a doors in two of the walls breaking up the rows.  A man, obviously a guard of some kind, stood in front of each door.  Maybe a half dozen people besides me were sitting in these chairs.

The guy that we’d followed from the office walked to the center of the room and said something in Romany, then he said it again in what sounded like Russian to me.  Finally, he spoke English. “This is the Council of our Tribe.  It seeks to resolve angers, protect the weak, and deliver justice. Let any who look to it for such things come forth now and ask your boon from
this our learned Council.”

Nobody moved.

“Is Sophia Tepesku among us,” Aunt Anya asked.

A rather attractive woman in her late twenties stood up nervously.  _She_ looked like a Romany in her red, yellow, orange, and green floor length dress.  Her black hair hung straight down almost to her waist, and a large metal circle could be seen hanging down from each ear.

“For what reason do you come before us,” Grandmother asked.  “Who is it that has wronged you?”

“I – don’t know.  Perhaps, I should not have come.”

"Do not be afraid, Daughter," Aunt Anya said.  "You’re not on trial.  We ask these questions only so that we can best see how to help you find the justice that you deserve."

Sophia still looked scared, but even from where I sat, I could see that Aunt Anya's words were having an effect.  She took a deep breath and began to speak.

"I am going to go to jail, to lose my babies because of two bad men," Sophia said.  "A lying cop named Jimmy Rentzer and a greedy D.A. known as --"

"Thomas Ellington," Marya interrupted.  "These man are the reason you were asked to be here tonight."  She turned to a burly man standing near a side door.  "Bring them in."

The man opened the door and motioned to someone inside.  Four men came through the door.  Two were Romany, a tall, well-tanned man about 30 years old, and a shorter bearded man some years older.  Each was holding another man by pinning his arms.  The first “prisoner” was a chubby man, about 50 years old, with thinning red hair, wearing blue denim shorts and a
policeman's Summer uniform shirt, and the other, a well-dressed man, about 25, in a three-piece suit.  The men seemed dazed, staring out at nothing in particular and not resisting their captors.

Sophia gasped when the men came into the room.  She backed away from them as if she thought that they could still hurt her,

"Those men cannot hurt you," Grandmother said.  "They are under our control and await our judgement for what they have done."

"For the record," Marya said, "Sophia, tell the Council what these men did to you."

"There was some robberies in my neighborhood.  The cops say they got no idea who the thieves were, but _I_ say they know, but they getting money from crook not to catch him.  Next day, this cop," she pointed at the chubby man, "this Rentzer, he come to my home with paper that let him search.  He make a mess.  Then he say he find something.  He holds up necklace that was taken from old Mrs. Markham down the block.  He say I the thief, and he takes me to jail.  I say that I not, that I not know how that thing get in my room. But he take me any way."

"And the other man," Marya asked.

"Big shot D.A.  My case in all the papers.  The man come to my cell.  Say he got all the proof he need and I should confess.  I say I not guilty, but he put me on trial any way.  Why, I not know."

"Let's ask Mr. Ellington why," Marya said.  She put an edge into her voice and said loudly.  "You can hear me now, Thomas Ellington, and you will answer all of my questions  No matter how much you do not _want_ to, you will answer them all and answer them truly.  Do you understand what I say?"

The dapper young man slowly nodded his head.  His expression never changed.

"Mr. Ellington, tell us, did you think that this woman was guilty."

Ellington's expression seemed pained.  "I -- I knew she was innocent.  The evidence wasn't -- it wasn't very good."

"Then why did you prosecute the case?"

"It was -- high -- high profile case.  Old D.A. retires end of term, in three months.  Wanted -- I wanted his job.  Win -- winning cases was the way to - to get it."

"So you prosecuted an innocent woman.  When her release is up tomorrow, she goes to prison for three to five years.  Just so you can get elected to a better job."

"Yes -- yes.  Why should I -- I care about her?  Let -- let her go to jail."

"Why indeed.  We'll find out in a moment."  She turned to the other man. "Jimmy Rentzer, you will hear my voice and obey me.  Any question that I ask, you will answer and answer true."

"Answer true," the chubby man said.

"Why was that necklace in Sophia's room?"

"I took -- took it in with me.  Planted it in -- in her drawer."

"Why?"

"DuChamp, his gang's been -- been doing the heists.  Give me -- me -- and some of the others a cut of what -- what they get.  She -- she made trouble. I couldn't -- couldn't kill her -- too suspicious, so I made -- made it look like she -she done it."

Marya nodded.  Theo DuChamp was an unsavory character of long standing, but Marya thought there was more of an answer than that.

"Any other reason for framing Sophia?"

"Yeah -- yeah.  It was a good -- good chance to get one of them stinking -- stinking gyps out of the neighborhood.  Gotta keep it just for the -- the okay types."

Marya spat on the floor.  "Protect and serve, eh, Officer."

"Yes."

"And did you enjoy pushing her around while you pretended to search her room.  You look like a man who enjoys bullying people.  Are you?"

"Y-yes!  What's the point -- the point of being a cop if I -- I can't make scum like -- like her jump when I want?"
 

Marya looked at the others sitting besides her at the table.  "Are we agreed as to their guilt?"

"Yes," her Grandmother said.

"And their own words have formed their punishment," Aunt Anya said.

"Then let it begin," Marya said.  "Jimmy Rentzer, you who lorded your power over others shall be subservient to them.  Your desire to command shall now become a compulsion to be commanded, and your fantasies of power shall become their fantasies of sexuality."

From where I was sitting, I could see Rentzer began to shrink within his clothing.  His thinning red hair thickened and grew down past his shoulder, turning to a golden blonde.  His face grew younger, the stubble disappearing from his chin.  His eyebrows narrowed and his nose grew smaller, turning up slightly.  His eyes changed from brown to a pale blue, and subtle makeup appeared on them, making them look even bigger.  His lips grew fuller. There was lipstick on them now, a pale pink lip gloss, actually, and he seemed to be pouting.  The entire effect was the face of a girl of perhaps fourteen.

But if Rentzer's face was becoming that of a young girl, his body was transforming into that of a woman.  His extra weight faded away, as did his well-developed muscles.  His arms and legs were slender and well curved. His shorts shifted and grew tight as his hips grew wide.  At the same time, I could see them get loose at the top since his waist was now incredibly narrow.  Beneath his shirt, two small bumps appeared on his chest, then sprang outward, growing into full, rounded breasts with large nipples.

I knew what else was happening from my own experience with Marya's spell. Within his pants, his male organs began to shrink.  The testicles rose up into his body, even as they became smaller, moving inside him to become his ovaries.  His penis shrank down into the cushion formed by the empty sac Then this folded into the labial lips as the now tiny penis moved into the
newly formed slit to become his clitoris.

Somehow, his clothes pooled on the floor around his feet.  The 5 foot 11, 250 pound, 50 year old male cop was now a 20 year old female, about 5 foot 2, with a 34C-22-36 figure.  The transformed male looked down at his new form in amazement, the drug that had held him helpless, only partly in effect due to the change.  "What did you  --"  He stopped.  His gruff baritone was now a high girlish soprano, almost that of a school girl.

"We have created your punishment, Jaime," Grandmother said.  "You work for the Silk House, now.  You're Miss Louisa's new submissive."

"No.  You change me back.  Right now!"

"Are you _ordering_ us?"  There was fire in Marya's voice.

Jimmy Rentzer shuddered.  He looked terrified, but at the same time he seemed to love what was happening to him.  He hugged himself.   Then he began to caress his body as if he were terribly turned on by it.

"No, oh, no, Mistress," Jimmy/Jaime said.  He hadn't intended to say the word  Mistress', but it had probably felt right to do so.  "I'll be missed though, won't I?"

"Yes," Grandmother said.  "But not in the way you wanted.  Even as I speak, a phone call is going to your precinct house.  It should not take them very long to find the half kilo of cocaine in your locker."

"Cocaine?"  Jimmy/Jaime could hardly speak, and her voice sounded even higher.

"You are not the only one who can plant evidence, Jaime," Aunt Anya said. "Take her away."  The taller of the two Romany guards took Jimmy/Jaime by the arms and began to herd her out of the room.  She began to struggle, but from her smile I got the feeling that she was enjoying being manhandled out of the room, like she was struggled to _make_ them force her to leave.

"Little Jaime will always remember who she really was."  Grandmother said. "But by the time she's presented to Miss Louisa at the silk house, she won't care about changing back anymore.  She's to be dressed in knee highs, buckled shoes, and a yellow and white pinafore with a ruffled petticoat, her hair put up in pigtails.  She's an extreme submissive now, and she'll want nothing more than to spend her life making men happy by doing anything that they asked of her and her body.

"Now, for the dapper Mr. Ellington," Marya said.

"Ellington's body began to shift.  His skin darkened to an olive tan.  His hair, already black, grew down almost to his rounding butt.  His face shifted, becoming slightly angular with an aquiline nose and dark smouldering eyes.  Her body was hiden by the suit, but she seemed to be getting slimmer and more curved, less angular.  I could see the breasts sprouted on her chest growing out to a fair size.  Her pants slipped down some as her hips widened, and she shrank several inches.  Her genitals
probably went through the same feminization that Rentzer's had.  The penis and balls transformed into ovary and vagina.  When the change was finished, the new Mr. Ellington looked very familiar.

Sophia looked at Ellington in amazement.  "He - she - is me."

"Exactly," Grandmother said.  "Since she saw nothing wrong in sending you to prison, she shall serve that time for you."  Ellington was also beginning to recover from the effects of the first drug, looking down at his new body. "Mr. Ellington,"  Grandmother continued.  "Or, I should rather say Sophia Tepesku, now.  For that is the only name that you will be able to answer to. You know who you were, but you cannot say his name, except as if he were some other person."

Aunt Anya continued.  "Sophia, you will take your twin home with you.  Dress
her in your frilliest nightgown and put her in your bed.  Tomorrow, make her
wear your sexiest lingerie beneath her dress for the police will come to
take her away.  Sophia Tepesku will be a wanton delight for the police on
the way to her new life in prison.  There, she will serve her full sentence
with no chance for any parole.  Fortunately, her children will be under the
loving care of her sister, Elena."

"But I have no sister."

"_You_ are your sister, Elena."  Sophia's face seemed to twitch slightly. She pulled a mirror from her purse.  Her face was different, the nose a bit shorter, the lips a little fuller.  She looked a few years younger, and she noticed that her hair, now styled differently, had some new red highlights.

"Oh, thank you!  Thank you, my judges."  The new Elena took the transformed male by the hand and lead him out of the room.  The drug was still strong enough in his system that, coupled with the spell, he allowed his new self to be lead off without protest.

Grandmother turned to Aunt Anya.  "You should have congratulated Mr. Ellington before he left us, my sister."

"Indeed," Aunt Anya said.  "A job offer as partner in a firm some 2000 miles way.  It's too bad that he had to resign by registered letter, rather than in person.  His belongings will be shipped to that city within the week. Our people there should have no trouble disposing of them.

"An evening of justice well done," Marya said.  "But you said that there were three to be judged."

"As there are, Marya," her Grandmother said.  "You are the third."

"What!  That's ridiculous," Marya said.

"Do you deny what you did to this young man," Aunt Anya said pointing at me sitting over in the corner.  What I'd seen this night was impossible.  But then, so was the fact that, thanks to Marya, I turn into a woman for the three nights of each full moon.

"No," Marya said, "but he forgave me."

"For that we honor him," Grandmother said.  "As we honor him for rescuing you from rape and torture.  But you still committed the crime of transforming him out of your own misplaced anger."

"Then let him come forward and accuse me," Marya said.

"He is not your accuser," Aunt Anya said.  "We are.  But we still do require him."  She pointed to me again and crocked her finger a couple of times. "Mike Ryan, come here please."

I'd started to get up when I heard my name, but sat back down when Aunt Anya said that I wasn't the accuser.  Now I stood and walked slowly to the front of the room.  I'd long since forgiven Marya.  Her offer to change me back after the rescue showed that she had realized what she had done.  Now, considering what I'd just seen, I was actually feeling sorry for her.  I
reached the table where the three women sat, stopped, and bowed low before them.

"My Ladies," I began, figuring that I should say something.  "I don't begin to understand what I've seen her tonight.  I'm not of your culture, so I apologize now if I do this wrong, but I ask that she not be harmed. Somehow, crazy as it may sound, I think I love her.  Even after what she did."

"We know that," Grandmother said.  "We are glad that she has found the love of a man as fine as yourself.  But she has broken our Laws, and they say that she must be punished."  Grandmother turned to Marya.  "Marya, step down from our Council and take this man's hand."

Marya bowed her head and obeyed.  When she and I were holding hands, Aunt Anya continued.  "Michael Ryan, the second curse that was on you, Marya's power to transform your mind is now reversed.  For the next month, you have that power over her.  You need only hum the tune trigger -- which you now know -- and you can make her submissive or dominant, sexy, aggressive, shy, whatever you wish.  At the end of thirty days, the spell and the knowledge will fade."

"The only restriction on your power over Marya is that it will not work should she be needed to sit on this Council," Aunt Anya said.  "But only _while_ the Council is in session."

"What about my -- um -- were-wench curse?" I asked.

"You asked Marya not to remove it, so we have not removed it either.  Should you ever want it removed you need only ask any of us, including Marya.  And the power to control her mind will not be altered by your change in gender during the next full moon, beginning some ten days from now.  Do whatever you wish except to cause her harm, and do not fear, for should she try to take revenge on you, we shall make this power that you have over her _permanent_."

"Very well," I said.  From the way Grandmother had spoken, I now had the power over Marya, and I was expected to use it.  I wasn't sure how, but suddenly a tune popped into my head.  I recognized the melody as the one Marya had hummed or sung several times while I was a woman.  I thought about what I should do for a moment, and then I began to hum.

I looked at Marya.  She was shaking, trying to fight what she was feeling. But the spell was too strong.  "You won't let them hurt me, will you, Mike?" Her voice was soft and a little husky with fear.  Her eyes grew wide fighting back tears.  "I'll -- I'll do anything, if you promise that you won't let them hurt me."  She was holding on to my hand for dear life. "Anything."

I just smiled.  "Tell me, Marya.  You _do_ know that what you're feeling is because of the spell, don't you."

"Yes, but I'm still so scared.  I need you to protect me.  Only you can protect me.  But I know that I'll have to use my body to make you _want_ to protect me.  Please, please let me try.  I'm so scared." She grabbed me as if I were some sort of life preserver. Then she threw her arms around me and pulled my head down to hers.

She kissed me as passionately as she was able, her tongue flitting in and out of my mouth. At the same time, she pushed her breasts against my chest and ground her hips against my groin in an almost animal-like hunger. The fear made her nipples grow erect under her blouse.  I could feel them poking me in the chest.  She was trying her best to arouse me, and, damn, she was
good at it.  I felt myself grow rock hard.

I broke the kiss and pushed her away until she whimpered in fear, a strange mixture of lust and terror in her eyes.  "It's all right," I said, stoking her head one might a small child.  "I'll take you back to my apartment, and you can have all night to show how much you want to please me."  Marya smiled and kissed my hand in gratitude.

"A very interesting fantasy, Mr. Ryan.  And one she deserves, I think.  I'd wish you a good evening, but I think that you've already taken care of that."

"Thank you, my Ladies.  The pleasure was -- and will be -- all mine."  And for the next thirty days, it was. t certainly was.

The End?