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First Impressions Chapter 7 (continued)

Arriving at school, I learned of the first change of plans.
Several of the girls came out and informed me (without allowing
for discussion) that I would be taking Jay, Kimberly and Brenda to
the courthouse, and should leave right away.  The rest would be
split between Eleanor's van and Jessica's car.  I wasn't permitted
to see the bride before the wedding, and the girls riding with me
were to enforce that.

I let the "Best Man" drive.  Kim and Brenda rode in back, and Jay
ordered seatbelts without my saying a word.  I looked back, but
evidently Elaine was waiting out of sight until we were gone.

At the courthouse, I passed Jay a wad of cash.  We met the Clerk
of Court, who would also be performing the ceremony, and filled
out my part of the license and marriage certificate.  Jay
explained that the others would be along momentarily, and how many
were expected; he sent us to conference room 1, a medium sized
empty room, except for U.S. and Virginia Flags and a wall-sized
Seal of Virginia.  Jay and I stood to the right side of the wall
opposite the door, waiting nervously.

Eleanor entered just minutes later with Elaine's brother, carrying
several items.  She pinned a carnation on my lapel and on the
shoulder strap of Jay's dress.  She set up a camcorder on a tripod
near the door, which her son (what was his name? I'd forgotten!)
would evidently operate.  He had a digital camera on a strap on
his wrist as well.  He set a "boom box" on the floor.

The Clerk of Court entered, and took position directly opposite
the camcorder.  Jay and I adjusted our positions to his left,
allowing more room on the bride's side.

My "almost-a-brother-in-law" leaned down to push the play button,
and some classical wedding march began to play.  One after the
other, other the girls entered, each carrying a bouquet.  They
stepped in time to the music, the single step typical of
bridesmaids and brides, and I briefly wondered if they'd ditched
classes to practice.  It was quite lovely.  They formed a semi-
circle enclosing the Justice of the Peace, Jay, and me.  Jessica,
as Maid of Honor, entered the semi-circle and stood opposite Jay.

There was an awkward moment while Elaine's brother (David!  His
name was David.) switched tapes, starting the one I can only think
of as "Here Comes the Bride."  Finally, Elaine entered the room.

My God, she was beautiful!  She was wearing a white pleated skirt,
and a white blouse under a white jacket.  White nylons (pantyhose?
Stretchtop? Stockings with garters? I looked forward to finding
out.) in white flats.  She even wore a sheer white veil that just
hung below her eyes.

Our fire lizards were nowhere in evidence, but I could feel her
excitement, her anticipation, her love, and I know she could feel
mine.

As important as the vows were, I drifted through them.  My eyes
were locked on Elaine; hers were locked on me.  I snapped out of
my intoxication when the JP intoned, "...man and wife.  You may
kiss the bride."

It was one of those slow-motion movie scenes.  Somehow our hands
were together between us; she let go with one hand and raised it
to lift her veil out of the way, leaning toward me. I leaned
toward her, sliding my freed hand around her waist.  Our lips
barely touched, but our minds were in a full-frontal clench.  That
kiss lasted only seconds (I've since watched the tape many times)
but the emotional link seemed an eternity of bliss.

The best man had, in fact, arranged to have *"Just Married"*
spelled out on the trunk in flexible magnetic letters.  I know she
didn't do it herself; she was with me the whole time.

Elaine hadn't seen it yet.  I noticed it after I seated her in the
car, brushing birdseed from her shoulders, and circled around the
back to the driver's side.  I didn't think my smile could get any
wider, but it tried.

We caravanned to Denny's, lights on and horns honking.  In my
rearview, I could see a budding photojournalist still shooting
tape. At Denny's, I parked the car nose out, so the "Just Married"
sign would be facing the windows.  It would also make for a faster
getaway. I'd have a word with Jay as well, to make sure Jessica
didn't try to follow.

To my surprise, we were expected.  The staff had reserved tables
in the back of the dining area, and even had placecards. They had
sacrificed a lot of seating to push long tables together to form a
square, four seats on a side.  Just enough for our party, as it
turned out.  Denny's was no Sheraton or elegant ballroom, but they
had gone to some trouble.

Elaine and I pecked at whatever was on our plates and smiled at
each other a lot.  I suppose everyone understood why our plates
were barely touched when they were cleared away.

Jeff (Elaine's father) arrived just as the plates were cleared,
bearing a simple white cake with white frosting.  A bride and
groom adorned the cake in glaze - no plastic figurines.  David
filmed and Jeff snapped photos as Elaine and I cut the cake
together and served it on plates provided by the waitstaff, who
stood beaming nearby.

After Elaine fed me, and I fed her, Jay tapped her tea glass with
a spoon and offered her toast.  "I had all night to plan this
toast.  I tried to figure out how to tell my Dad how much I love
him and how happy I am for him, and to tell Elaine how happy I am
that she is becoming part of my family.  But I couldn't.  So I'll
just say, 'To the Bride and groom!'"

Everyone raised a glass and repeated those words.  Elaine shed
some happy tears as she hugged everyone.  Jeff pulled me aside.

"Elly tell you my first impulse was to visit you with my hunting
rifle?" he asked.

"I expected as much," I shook my head, "but she only said you were
upset.  Not that I'm complaining, but what changed your mind?"

He looked embarrassed, and glanced to be sure no one would
overhear. "She reminded me what she and I were doing at Elaine's
age, and how long we'd been doing it.  She reminded me I'm six
years older than she is, too."  He sighed. "I've still got mixed
feelings about this, whatever my own sins.  So you'd best take
damn good care of my baby." With that, he shook my hand. "Welcome
to the family."

I couldn't resist. "Thanks, Dad."

While he was still laughing, I collected my bride and we made our
farewells, waving until we were out of sight.

The drive to Virginia Beach's oceanfront took well over three
hours, with almost no traffic until the end.  We started in
companionable silence, enjoying the feeling of "just married."  We
waved whenever someone honked, seeing the sign on the trunk.  We
squeezed hands, and traded looks and smiles.

One of us mentioned moving in - we discussed dresser drawers and
closet space, places for possessions that Elaine wanted from a
place she was only now realizing she would not be calling "home"
anymore.

I told her that she would call her parents' house home until a day
came, when she'd be visiting there, and caught herself saying,
"Time for me to go home," and realizing it meant to leave theirs
and return to ours.  We all go through it, and it brings a sense
of both loss and happiness when it happens.

We even discussed high school.  She said she wanted to finish, and
I happily agreed.  I warned her it would be difficult, that she
would resent her teachers treating her as just another child, and
she'd find less and less in common with her friends who wanted to
talk boys and clothes - at least I hoped she'd not be talking
boys...

We talked jobs, too.  I told her there was no need for her to take
one, just for money.  I could adequately provide for all of us.
But I did suggest that the glamor of being a housewife would
rapidly turn to boredom.  She would need something, whether
volunteer activity, job or hobby to help her keep her balance.

"I hadn't thought of being a volunteer.  Before us, I'd planned on
working," she said.  She was thoughtful for a bit. "What do
volunteers do?" she finally asked.

"Just about anything," I replied.  "The difference being, they
don't get paid and don't have benefits.  Think public service.
They love volunteers at the library, any of the schools that have
summer classes, probably at city hall or the courthouse."  I
thought a moment.  "A lot of those jobs actually provide work
experience, good for a resume.  Or you could take classes at the
community college, things like first aid and CPR, and become a
licensed day care worker." I winked. "Get a head start on knowing
how to raise children.

She laughed.  "I could get a head start on that starting tonight,
if you want."  The hair on my neck stood up.  Something else tried
to stand up, and Elaine noticed.  "I think somebody likes that
idea," she smirked, pointing and reaching.

I intercepted that hand.  "Please, not while I'm driving!"  She
laughed some more.  "I admit that a part of me loves the idea of
you, barefoot and pregnant," I said, glancing at the incriminating
evidence.  "More of me wants you to finish high school first, and
maybe college."

"I don't want to wait *that* long," she pouted.

"You don't need to.  I could stay home with our kids while you're
in college."

"You mean work the night shift?  We'd hardly ever see each other!"

I shook my head.  "Have you and Jay ever talked about how her
mother died?"  Elaine nodded.  I could tell there was some small
reluctance to discussing my first wife, but she needed to know
about the family finances, things I had never told Jay.  I plunged
ahead.

"Valerie was on her way to San Francisco.  The first stop was in
Charlotte, to change flights.  The plane crashed shortly after
leaving Norfolk, in North Carolina.  Something about pressurized
containers." Elaine squeezed my hand.

"When Jay was born, Valerie and I bought a lot of insurance.
Mostly term, because it was cheap.  Anyway, when she got on that
flight, she had me buy flight insurance - I've often wondered if
she'd had some kind of vision..."

Elaine squeezed harder.  I smiled at her.  This wasn't a time for
those memories.  But I went on, anyway, cutting to the chase.
"Elaine, between that insurance and the various policies from work
and on our own, I have nearly five million dollars in secure
investments. Neither of us *has* to work, ever."

Only the road kept me from watching continuously as my bride's
eyes grew enormous.  She was speechless.  Jay never knew what
Elaine now knew.

Elaine found her voice.  "Why do you still work if you can afford
to retire?"  She sounded... surprised.

"A lot of reasons.  One of them is, I like to work.  I'd have
driven Jay crazy being home all the time." Two fingers stuck out
from where they were intertwined with Elaine's. "You know kids
whose parents have a lot of money?" I had to glance to see her
nodding. "What do you think of them?  Salt of the earth, are
they?"

She snorted her disdain.  "They're mostly stuck-up snobs who think
they're better than everybody else.  The only exception I can
think of is Donna.  Dr. Bill makes lots of money, but he doesn't
spoil her at all.  Her allowance is... was as small as mine."

I nodded.  "What do you think of Jay, compared to them?"

"There *is* no comparison!  Jay is one of my best friends..."

I nodded. Seeing that she got the point, I lifted a third finger.
"Jay has no idea how much money I... we have, and I don't plan to
change that.  You need to know, and you're my wife." That got a
tight squeeze, and I 'squoze' back. "I would appreciate it if you
keep this secret from Jay with me."  She squeezed again.

We agreed that kids would wait until after high school.  Elaine
wanted at least two, one of each.  Three at the most, if the first
two were the same sex.  That suited me; I said so.  I left the
door open if she changed her mind either way.  She did put in a
good word for increasing Jay's allowance.  I left that open, too. 
Jay would be working this summer, earning her own money - an
allowance increase might undermine that.

Virginia Beach, like most tourist towns, exhibits a split
personality. The beach strip is high rise hotels and tourist
shops, limited parking and public access to appease the natives.
There are any number of attractions to visit; Ocean Breeze Park
with waterslides, miniature golf, go-karts and batting cages; the
Marine Science Museum, with educational exhibits and interactive
displays as well as aquaria; an Amphitheater with concerts and
plays; major shopping malls, arcades and amusements.  All of these
co-exist with rural farming along a shrinking "green belt."

The surrounding cities (Norfolk, Portsmouth, Chesapeake, Hampton
and Newport News) boast even more attractions (Busch Gardens,
Water Country USA, the Mariners' Museum, Nauticus, etc.), and
taken together the contiguous metropolitan area is called either
"Hampton Roads" or "Tidewater," depending on which ad council has
ascendancy.  It is a tourist Mecca.

Elaine and I ignored it all, checked in, and went straight to our
suite.

It wasn't a honeymoon suite, nor a penthouse suite.  It was only
twelve floors above the beach, on the Atlantic side, with a king-
size bed in one room, and a second room intended (my guess) for
conferencing.  A large screen television in that room had a built-
in VCR as well as cable television.  Elaine and her small suicase
made a beeline for the bathroom; a squeal of delight drew me in as
well. Elaine had discovered an oversized tub with typical Jacuzzi
controls. Before I could suggest we explore those possibilities,
she gently pushed me out.

I glanced at the controls for the TV.  The cable included piped in
music radio stations; I selected a romantic easy listening
station. With volume low, the sound was a pleasant background.

After removing jacket and tie, shoes and socks, I took in the view
while Elaine enjoyed the bath.  Sunrise over the Atlantic would
probably be spectacular, if we didn't sleep through it or weren't
otherwise occupied.

Standing on the balcony, I was joined by Pat and Julie, who let me
know in no uncertain terms that they resented being left behind.
They also resented my enjoinder not to investigate the inviting
warm sands and surf, but obeyed.  I wondered about Zander, and
whether he had arrived as well, until I heard delighted trills
from the bathroom. Pat and Julie went *between* again, and the
volume of trilling and squawking in the bathroom trebled.

Elaine emerged shortly, laughing.  Her fresh-scrubbed look was
very enticing, and I couldn't resist interrupting her laughter
with a long, slow kiss.  She cooperated, pulling my shirttail out
and running nails up and down my back.  Then she pushed me away,
but very gently, and told me to look in the bathroom.

Our fire lizards were having the time of their lives.  The tub was
fully activated, hot water jetting and bubbling, and the flits
were cavorting and diving to ecstatic sound effects.  I was
wondering how I could take my own bath or shower when Elaine's
hands wrapped around me from behind, undoing buttons on my shirt.

"You can take a bath after," she murmured.  "While the 'kiddies'
are occupied, I've thought up something else for us to do."

I undid my own cuffs, then removed the shirt.  Elaine, still
behind me, had unbuttoned my pants and lowered the zipper.  Her
hands nimbly lowered pants and boxers to the floor, and I stepped
out of them, turning to face her.

She was kneeling, clothes in hand, now face to... er, "face" with
the erection she had caused.  She reached one hand to examine it. 
She squeezed gently.

As I had discovered, Elaine now learned that anything that evoked
the kind of response her hand had evoked from me was transmitted
via the fire lizard connections to her.  That squeeze caused her
eyes to widen and her knees to clamp together, sharing the
sensation at her core. It also caused her hand to slide, still
squeezing gently, along the shaft of my cock, increasing both our
sensations.  We both moaned.

Aroused and curious, Elaine extended her tongue to the tip of my
cock. Do you remember what I said about not knowing whose body
parts were whose?  Elaine now experienced those sensations from
the other side. I braced my arms in the bathroom door, barely able
to stand.  Now my body told Elaine what felt good, what was
arousing, and I felt her as well, though not as intensely as the
last time.

When Elaine took my cock into her mouth, her tongue playing along
the underside, that was it for me.  I started coming, and so did
she.  I doubt that she had intended to swallow, but the intensity
of the orgasm kept her lips glued to me, her tongue swirling.

Finally, too weak to stand any longer, I started to collapse.
Breaking contact, Elaine collapsed as well.  We ended up on the
floor outside the bathroom, side by side, breathing hard.

"Was.. was it like... that for you... when you ate me?" Elaine
panted.

I nodded, but her eyes were closed.  "*Oh*, yeah," I managed when
I had enough breath.

She smiled, still breathing hard. "If the foreplay.  Is like this.
Sex is. Going to kill us."  She managed a giggle.

"Yeah," I agreed. "But whataway..."  She giggled again, releasing
me from finishing that thought.

In Jessica's room, Jessica was busily burning another CD full of
wedding pictures.  It had been her camera, after all.  Jay had
hers, and copies for Eleanor and her Dad - it was a two-CD set.
Chandler perched on Jess's shoulder, watching the proceedings with
interest. He suddenly cocked his head.

Several moments later, Jessica sat straighter and emitted a little
moan, followed by a giggle.  Jay looked at her, curious.

Jessica giggled again, blushing.  "Not enough distance," she said
to Jay.

Jay blushed as well.  "Did you... Did they just..."  She was
unable to complete the question.

Jess nodded, grinning. "I think so.  Nothing like the last time,
though.  Just a little tingle, and no 'pictures,' if you know what
I mean."

Jay didn't *exactly* know, but she had a vivid imagination and
plenty of descriptions from her friends.  She nodded, still
embarrassed.  She wondered what the other girls had felt.

We helped each other to bed on wobbly legs, laughing the whole
way. Elaine still wore the bathrobe provided by the hotel, and I
helped her out of it, appreciating for the first time the curves
and angles I had denied myself before, only glimpsing.  I should
have been sated, but her youthful beauty caused a stirring, which
echoed between us.

"Maybe we should wait until we're more recovered," Elaine
whispered, running the backs of her nails along my arm and
glancing down to my rising organ.

"We probably should," I replied, stroking her hair, ending with my
hand on her shoulder.

"But we probably aren't going to, are we?" Elaine said, as she
tweaked my nipple.

"Probably not." I returned the favor.  I leaned closer for a kiss.

After that exchange of caresses, our hands stayed away from the
more obvious erotic zones, rubbing and fondling other skin while
kisses alone built the ardor we shared.  It made no difference,
the arousal grew, if more slowly than before.  At some point,
Zander, Pat and Julie alighted on the headboard, humming as master
and mistress played erotic tag.

The golden queen had "listened," feeling the stirrings again. Her
skin shone. It was time.

Taking wing, she screamed a challenge, echoed from her mind.
There! Answers came.  But first, she must prepare for flight.  She
spied one of the smaller furry creatures, and dove.  She snatched
it from the ground and with teeth and claw, snapped its spine.
Dropping back to earth, she began to tear it apart.

Jay and Jessica had bolted to the window when they heard the
screech. They'd witnessed the queen's pounce on one of the feral
cats that shared the neighborhood.  Then Chandler disappeared.

He reappeared to land on the branch of a tree overlooking the
grisly feast on the lawn below.

Jay turned to Jessica to ask what the hell was happening.  But
Jess's eyes were unfocused, her hands outstretched like claws,
opening and closing.

Jay returned her gaze to the window.  Keanu and Papa Smurf and
another blue were just landing on the branch, and there was
Elaine's Zander as well.

"OhmyGod!" Elaine cried. "The queen is rising!"

I could feel an echo of what Elaine felt through our links.  Her
Zander had disappeared - was now perched side-by-side with
Chandler and Keanu, Papa Smurf and Ricky - evidently all the
firelizards of sufficient maturity to attempt to fly the queen.
Neither Pat nor Julie seemed more than vicariously affected by the
queen's mating urge, even exposed as they were to Elaine's
unguarded thoughts.

Through Elaine's link, as though she were perched on that branch,
I watched the queen voraciously feeding, eyeing her suitors and
screaming challenge.  She leapt into the air, startling all the
males, and climbed skyward.  Raced aloft.  Pursued.

Elaine possessed enough of herself to observe, "Keanu has the
advantage! He's ahead of the rest of us!"  Her voice was tinged
with challenge and envy.

I folded her into my arms.  "Don't hold back," I murmured. "Make
him earn it."  Softer I said, "I just hope the others are alone,
or with someone they *really* like."

Elaine rubbed herself against me, obviously aroused, a wild gleam
in her eyes.  I don't think she cared where the others were, or
whom they were with.  This time, the arousal had little to do with
me.

The queen stroked for altitude.  If she had been fully recovered,
none of these fledglings would have a chance of catching her.  She
screamed her opinion of their chances even now.  They were
unworthy.

Even so, Keanu nearly caught her, the quickness and agility of the
browns giving him an early advantage.  Papa Smurf was a wingspan
behind, prepared to take advantage of any attempt to dodge.  Ricky
had already given up, circling below in case she dove.  The
bronzes were almost ready to overtake them.

A glance told the queen that the second blue had fallen out, that
the bronzes had drawn abreast, then passed the brown.  He, too,
began to circle.  She challenged the bronzes again, taunting them,
grabbing more sky.

Zander and Chandler flew wingtip to wingtip, both straining to
reach the queen.  Then Chandler pulled ahead.  He had eaten more
recently if not fully - Elaine had been too preoccupied to feed
Zander, and Zander had spent the afternoon cavorting with his
friends in a tub of hot water.  It was a small advantage, but...

The queen was reaching her limits as well, and was prepared to
change to level flight.  She looked down disdainfully at the blues
and brown so far below.  A moment's inattention to the nearest
pursuit...

Caught!  Chandler intertwined his neck with the queen's and
grasped her, penetrated her as instinct knew he must.  He extended
his wings, to prolong the mating flight.

Elaine felt the disappointment of her own Zander, but she also
sensed the triumpth of Chandler, as did I through her.  She
mounted me, thrust herself upon my cock, pounded me in lust,
furiously.

I was barely conscious of myself.  I was Chandler/queen/Elaine/me,
thrusting and being thrust into and upon.  I was lust.  I was
ecstasy. Then I was nothingness...

It was dark when I awoke to the warbling of the phone.  Elaine was
asleep straddling me, so it took some time to make my way to the
handset.  Elaine stirred, and smiled a very contented smile as I
picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Dad?  Is this a bad time?" Jay asked.

I smiled.  "No, not a bad time.  What's up?"

Elaine tilted the phone so we could both hear.  Jay told us that
the golden queen had appeared at Jessica's house; had feasted on
one of the neighborhood's stray cats, a surprising feat
considering their relative size.  We pretty much knew the rest of
the flight, but listened to it from her point of view.

"Have you talked to Jessica? How is she doing after this?"

A silence stretched until I asked again, "Hello?"

"I um, I was with her."

"Oh," I said, startled.  Elaine's eyes grew round again.  "How do
*you* feel?"

"Well... Now I know what the big deal is about sex."  She giggled.

Elaine looked a question at me.  I covered the mouthpiece. "First
orgasm," I whispered.  Elaine covered her mouth with both hands.
Uncovering the mouthpiece, "So, are you switching to girls?"

Jay laughed.  "No, but I'm adding them to the list.  Is that okay
with you?"

I laughed back and said, "Either or both is fine." Elaine looked
startled. I smiled at Elaine while speaking to my daughter. "Did
you want to talk to Mrs. B?"

"No, you guys go back to what you were doing.  Whatever you were
doing."  She said she loved us and hung up.

I turned to Elaine.  "So, what were we doing?"

She giggled.  "Whatever it was, it left me pretty damned sore.
Could we do something else?"

"Sure," I replied.  "After all, we have the rest of our lives."

The End





Acknowledgements

No story utilizing the Fire Lizards of Pern could be considered
complete without acknowledging the creator of these marvelous
creatures, Anne McCaffrey.

Anne has an official site for which her son Alec is Webmaster:
http://www.annemccaffrey.org. This contains a chat site.  It is
rumored (I can't confirm) that she visits most nights at around 1-
2 am Australian EST.  I'm (quite frankly) afraid to bring my story
to her attention.

My guidelines for not egregiously violating Anne's copyrights are
based on Anne's Letter:

08-Oct-92 11:39 BST
Sb: InterNet Pern rules
Fm: Anne McCaffrey

The rules are that my characters may be referred to but not used. 
BUT there can be no adventure/stories set on Pern at all!!!!!
That's infringing on my copyright and can bear heavy penalities -
particularly right now when there's a film deal (yet another)
which has bought and paid for the right to use the material -
which, I fear, e-mail users have not.

On CIS, I have asked people to limit Pern material to a discussion
of their persona and dragons, fire-lizards, etc., in a diarist
form. Fanzines have slightly more latitude as the zine is usually
mailed only to members so that's limited publication, and a due
copyright notice is included.  As there is no such protection on
electronic mail, we authors have to be insistent on these
safeguards.

I know this can be confusing since Paramount and Star Trek are
handled differently, but that's the point:  they are, and have
been. Individual themes and characters of s-f/fantasy novels are
not.  And such indiscriminate usage of our characters, worlds, and
concepts on a *public* media like electronic mail constitute
copyright infringement AND, which many fans disregard, is
ACTIONABLE!  Both the e-mail company AND the person.  My
publishers are most insistent on that point!  So it's to safeguard
the interested e-mail user that I make these very strong, and
perhaps unpalatable points.
A partial list of the books and stories Ms. McCaffrey has written
about Pern and its inhabitants must include:

    * Dragonflight (Jul 1968)
    * Dragonquest (May 1971)
    * The White Dragon (Jun 1978)
    * Dragonsong (Mar 1976)
    * Dragonsinger (Feb 1977)
    * Dragondrums (Mar 1979)
    * Moreta: Dragonlady of Pern (Nov 1983)
    * Nerilka's Story: A Pern Adventure (Mar 1986)
    * Dragonsdawn (Nov 1988)
    * The Renegades of Pern (Nov 1990)
    * All the Weyrs of Pern (Dec 1991)
    * The Chronicles of Pern: First Fall
    * The Girl Who Heard Dragons (May 1994)
    * The Dolphins of Pern (Oct 1994)
    * Red Star Rising (The Second Chronicles of Pern) (Aug 1996)
    * Dragonseye (Feb 1997)
    * The Masterharper of Pern
    * The Skies of Pern (Feb 2001)

Let me extend my gratitude to those who have written: Thanks,
Stasya,for your encouragement on ICQ; Thanks, Wil, Jake Z,
GaryLee, Bergy, Hopeless Romantic, ByteBiter, Bill, Jonathan,
Chaz_G, Frank, and *all* you others; thanks, too to all you
anonymous remailers from Stories Online and finally, to Denny, my
editor (and assistant muse), without whom this story would not
exist.

Personae Dramatis (in order of appearance)
    * V. Bdzjalski, "Mr. B" - greens Pat and Julie
    * J. Bdzjalski, "Jay"
    * Elaine - bronze Zander
    * Eleanor and Jeff, Elaine's parents
    * Jessica - bronze Chandler
    * Brenda - brown Keanu
    * Kimberly - blue Papa Smurf
    * Linda - blue Ricky
    * Donna - blue Elvis
    * Sara - blue Fido
    * Debby - blue Skyler
    * Dr. Bill Orsten




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Lazeez lets me link there from Stories Online, as well.


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