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From: J R D <jrdss@pobox.alaska.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Zodiac Coin: Virgo (tg, romance) [3/4]
Date: Tue,  6 Aug 2002 08:10:03 -0400
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Here's my latest.

Now, onto the boring stuff

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DISCLAIMERS

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This story contains scenes of an erotic and/or controversial nature, 
and is not intended for the perusal of minors.  Further if perusal of 
such material is considered illegal in your area or immoral by your 
religion or personal beliefs, you should likewise bypass this story.

This story remains the property of the author.  Permission is granted 
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this story.

All characters in this story are the creation of the author, and any 
resemblance to real persons, alive or dead, are purely coincidental.

This story may contain aspects of fantastic science or magic.  The 
parameters of what this science/magic can accomplish are completely 
at the discretion of me, the author, and, as such, I make no 
apologies for any rules of "real" physics, chemistry, biology, or 
magic that may be broken within the story.

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Now onto the fun stuff

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"I suppose so." David opened up the door to let the agent come in. 
"I'll be with you in a minute. I've got a guest, and I've got to let 
her know what's going on. Have a seat." David went to the door of the 
bedroom, knocked, and stuck his head in. "May I come in?"

"Sure," Lynn replied. "What's going on? I hear someone else out there."

David walked to the side of the bed, and Lynn sat up. She was wearing 
one of his largest T-shirts and nothing else as sleepwear. The bed 
covers were pulled up to her waist, and they did took a moment think 
about how sexy she looked like fat before saying, his voice low, 
"Apparently you were right. Our visitor is from the IRS. He wants to 
talk about some 'discrepancies', as he calls them."

Keeping her voice low as well, Lynn said, "No doubt he wants to talk 
about the money."

"No doubt. I'm just surprised it came so fast."

"Well, this is the IRS, the largest money-extortion agency in the 
world. If it has to do with a lot of money, they'll do their best to 
be a part of it. A suggestion, play dumb. Even if this guy believes 
in magic, there's no way he can prove that you wished that money into 
existence."

"Good idea. You stay in here. That way I can use you as an excuse to 
keep him away from," and David nodded his head towards the drawer of 
bank books.

"Okay. Be careful."

After a quick thanks, David returned to the other room. Taking his 
own seat, he asked, "What's the problem?"

"Mr. Samson, we seem to have found a problem with a collection of 
accounts in your name."

"Well, what kind of problem?"

"The problem is those accounts didn't exist a couple of days ago. 
Yesterday afternoon, a small collection of banks had accounts with 
rather large sums of money just appear in their records. There was no 
record of where the money came from, no electronic transfer, no 
deposits, no record of any kind, so, of course, we need to 
investigate. Mr. Samson, I have to ask, do you have any experience 
with using computers, self-taught or otherwise?"

"I have and know how to use a personal computer, and there's always 
the computers down at work, but those are really just glorified cash 
registers."

"But no experience with programming, security programs, or cryptography?"

"You mean like any kind of hacking skills? No, sir, I wouldn't even 
know where to go to get those kind of skills."

"That checks out with what we have on your documented skills. 
Unfortunately, just to be sure," then reached into his breast pocket 
and pulled out a folded up sheet of paper, "I have a warrant here to 
impound any computers, computer storage media, or computer related 
paraphernalia in these premises."

"Wow! You guys are playing hardball. What's the big deal? How much 
money is in these accounts?"

"I can't be exact, Mr. Samson, but the last tally had it at eight figures."

"Eight figures? As in tens of millions of dollars?" David whistled in 
amazement. "That's serious money."

"Yes, it is, so you can see why we need to move quickly to determine 
the source of the money?"

"I suppose I can, but I can assure you that I've never had more than 
a few hundred dollars in my pocket at one time. Short of getting hold 
of some kind of magical lamp or something like that, there's no way I 
could get that much money."

"I understand, sir. I don't think you have much to worry about. The 
predominant theory right now is that it was some kind of mass 
computer glitch, but we're talking way too much money to just take 
that for granted."

"I guess I can understand."

"So can I get that computer now?"

"Just a minute. It's in my bedroom, and I've got a guest in there. 
Let me make sure she's not indisposed." David got up, went to his 
bedroom door, knocked, and stuck his head in. "You decent?"

Lynn was pulling on a pair of his pants. She joked, "Almost never, 
but I'll be dressed in a second." David just watched her for a few 
seconds. She was still wearing the same T-shirt that she had been 
sleeping in, and she was pulling on one of his old pair of jeans. 
After buttoning them, she looked to him and asked, "Have you got any 
spare belts?"

David shook himself out of his reverie, saying, "Belt?"

She hooked the waist band with her thumb and pulled it out, showing 
how much extra space there was between her and the pants. "If I try 
to wear these without one, they're likely to fall right off."

"Oh, yeah, I hang them on the hanger bar in the closet."

Holding on to the pants, she walked over to the closet. "That seems 
like a silly place to put them."

"Why?"

"You should keep them with your pants in the drawer where I found these."

"Well, most of my pants fit without one. I keep the belts with the 
dress slacks which I hang on hangers and hang in the closet."

"Well, I guess it makes sense then."

"You guess?" David shook his head. "Just like a woman, can't admit 
when you're wrong."

Lynn was shocked that he'd say such a thing but, when she looked at 
him, realized that he was just poking a little fun. In the most 
imperious tone she could muster, she said, "YOU may depart and
let a woman get dressed in peace."

David smiled and returned to the living room. He told the IRS man, 
"My guest will be dressed in a second, and then you can go in."

"Thank you." The IRS man got out his cell phone, dialed a number on 
his speed dial, and said, "Okay, he is willing. Send a couple men up 
here to help pack and carry."

About a half minute later, there was a knock on the door. David went 
over and opened it, letting two men in. Almost immediately 
thereafter, Lynn came out of the bedroom, and David showed the men 
in. He helped them pack up his computer hardware (he wasn't about to 
trust two government men to do the job alone), and then bid them a 
polite farewell as they left with his stuff.

After they were gone, he asked Lynn, "Are you wearing a bra?"

She smiled and replied, "Why? Do you think I need one?" as she shook 
her torso a little bit, causing her breasts to bounce underneath the 
shirt she was wearing.

"Well, yes, but that's not the issue. Just like I noticed, so did 
those two men. one of them nearly dropped what he was carrying, which 
happened to be MY property."

"Well, I didn't intend that. I just wanted to distract the main IRS 
guy. Besides, I'm not a big fan of bras."

"Really? I thought all transsexuals got off on wearing all the girly 
clothes that they couldn't wear as kids."

Lynn rolled her eyes. "I hope you're using 'got off' in a very 
general sense and not sexually. I can't speak for all transsexuals, 
but for me, and for those few I've talked to, it's not about any 
sexual thing. I wear clothes to fit me, to fit my mood. When I 
started my transition, I did wear the most frilly, most girly clothes 
I could to show off the girl I felt I was inside, but after a while, 
I stopped needing all the trappings and just wore what I liked to 
wear, at least off-camera."

"Hey, I can't complain." David looked Lynn up and down with a roguish 
gleam in his eye. "You definitely look great in my clothes."

Lynn smiled and shook her head. "YOU are an incorrigible wolf." David 
replied with a very loud wolf howl. Lynn laughed, then asked, "You 
want me to fix you some breakfast?"

"I'm the host. I'll fix you breakfast."

"Nonsense. For the next year at least, we're going to be roommates, 
so I need to take my share of the work. Just don't expect anything 
fancier than eggs, and I can't do toast."

"You CAN'T do toast?"

"Toasters hate me. It doesn't matter how new or how old the toaster 
is, or what setting I put the toaster on, if I put bread in a 
toaster, it comes out black as char."

"Sure."

"I'm serious. Want me to prove it? It'll ruin your toaster, but I'm willing."

"Maybe tomorrow. Right now, I'm too hungry, and I like my toast. Tell 
you what, you make the eggs, and I'll make the toast and set the 
table. That way we're sharing the work."

"Deal," she said, heading to the kitchen.

************

TWO MONTHS LATER...

David walked into the store where he worked. He had gotten Lynn a job 
there, and he expected her to already be working when he walked in. 
Instead, as he walked towards the counter, Lynn ran past him and out 
of the store, crying.

Janice, the store manager, came out of the back room, an angry look 
on her face. Seeing David, she said, "I want to talk to you," and 
went right back into the back room. David followed, and as soon as 
they were out of the view of the customers, she demanded, "Did you 
know about her?"

"Know what?"

"That she's a... a freak! She's a transsexual, like one of those 
people on Jerry Springer!"

"So now we're supposed to judge everybody by what we see on Jerry 
Springer?! Aren't you from the South? I once saw someone on there 
from the South who was sleeping with their brother. So how many times 
have you slept with your brother?"

"Now wait a minute!"

"No, you wait a minute! Yeah, I knew she was a transsexual, but I 
also knew she was a good person. I THOUGHT that was all that would 
matter."

"A good person?" Janice, assuming David didn't know the answer, 
smugly asked, "Do you know what she used to do for a living?"

"I know she used to do porn films. Is that what you were alluding to?"

"And you still recommended her? What kind of 'good person' does porn?"

"The kind of good person who sees it as the only way out, who sees it 
as her only way to fix a horrendous mistake of nature, to be the 
person she always wanted to be. Now, did you know she regrets what 
she did, that she realizes it wasn't a way out? Or did you just 
assume she was unrepentant and throw her out on her ear?" Janice, 
suddenly finding herself put on the defensive, couldn't manage to 
find the words to make a response. "Yeah, I thought so. If I knew how 
judgmental you were, I never would have worked here in the first 
place." Although he hoped she'd say something to stop him, David left 
without Janice saying another word.

Outside the store, he looked around for Lynn and saw her sitting on a 
bench at the other end of the mall. He quickly went to her side, sat 
beside her, and wrapped his arms around her. She tried to shove him 
away, but he persevered, and, eventually, she broke down, wrapped her 
arms around him, and cried into his shoulder.

After she pulled herself together, they opened up the space between 
them, and David asked, "You going to be okay?"

"I hope so."

Just then, one of the security guards, a kindly old gent who was 
always one of the nicest people, stepped up and asked, "Is everything 
all right with you two?"

David replied, "Lynn just lost her job."

"That's too bad. A nice couple like you two shouldn't have to worry 
about things like that."

Lynn quickly said, "We're not a couple, just good friends."

With a disbelieving nod, the security guard said, "You two kids go 
someplace nice and spend some time talking. That should help."

David said, "Thanks, I think we will."

As David walked past, the security guard leaned over and whispered, 
"You better make your move soon, or that young lady may start taking 
this 'good friends' thing seriously."

David just smiled at him and escorted Lynn outside. Once they got 
outside, he asked, "Are you going to be okay?"

Lynn had stopped crying but was still clearly depressed over her 
encounter. She gave a dejected sigh and said, "I just want to be 
normal. Is that too much to ask for? I just want to get up in the 
morning, go to some nine to five job, go home, and go to sleep 
without being seen as anything other than just some regular girl, but 
now I'm not sure I'll ever have that."

"Sure you will. As soon as this whole money thing is over and we get 
access to even a small portion of that, you'll be able to pay off 
your debts, get that final operation, and lead a normal life."

"Until I get outed as a retired porn star by some 'fan' who is 
familiar with my old work and then everything I've worked for goes 
away."

"Is that what happened in there, someone recognized you?"

Lynn nodded. "Janice overheard, rushed him out, then took me in back 
and asked me about it. I thought about lying, but figured it'd be 
worse later on if she found out the truth. But I don't see how, 
though. As soon as I told her my story, she didn't want to hear any 
more. She called me a freak, fired me, and told me to get out and 
never come back. She even threatened to sick security on me if she 
even saw me in the mall again."

"Well, I don't think she'll make a scene, but even if she did, I 
don't think there's anything she or security could do as long as you 
weren't making a scene or doing anything illegal."

Lynn shrugged and let David walk her back to the car. As they got 
close, she looked up and said, "Hey, aren't you supposed to be 
working now?"

"I quit. After you left, Janice took me in back and got all 
judgmental and superior on me. She tried to convince me there was 
something wrong with you just because of your past."

"Don't worry about me. Go back and apologize. Try to get your job back."

"No way. I don't tolerate that kind of shit towards my friends, even 
if it didn't mean crawling back to that woman. Let her try to handle 
the store alone for a while. Maybe she'll learn that she shouldn't 
treat people like that."

"David, this could really hurt you. Anybody contacting her for a 
reference is likely to get a really bad one. Just go back in. Lie to 
her. Tell her you think she was right."

"No, and you're starting to get a little dark again, letting your old 
life depress you."

"It happens."

David gave Lynn a little hug. "Just remember, you've got friends, 
people who will stand by you no matter what."

************

ONE MONTH LATER...

After a couple of weeks, David had managed to get a new job. It 
wasn't quite the pay level he expected or wanted, but he hadn't been 
expecting to lose his job either, and things were starting to get a 
little tight. He was doing the same work he had been under Janice, 
clothing salesman, although the store was less upscale than he used 
to be working at.

A couple of weeks after that, he was restocking the shelves when a 
couple of men who were a little too cleaned and pressed came into the 
store. They asked one of his coworkers a question, to which his 
fellow worker pointed to him. The two men walked over, and one of 
them asked, "Are you David Samson?"

Maintaining a professional decorum, David smiled and said, "That's 
me. What can I do for you?"

"It's what we can do for you. We represent a certain business 
interest that Miss Lynn used to work for. In return for your help in 
convincing her to do at least a little more work for us, we would be 
willing to pay you for your time, say $2,500. Not bad for just a 
little talk."

"Uh-huh. Look, Mr. Whatever Your Name Is, and don't bother telling me 
what it is, if you're working for a certain organization that I know 
Lynn used to work for, then I don't even want to associate with you, 
much less try to convince somebody else to work for you. Lynn has 
made her decision, and, quite frankly, it's one I agree with, so why 
don't you and your friend just turn around and walk out of both of 
our lives."

"Mr. Samson, I understand you're having a little problem with the 
IRS. With that in mind, I'm sure that a little extra money might be 
able to help. I might even be able to recommend a good tax lawyer."

"The current investigation by the IRS on me is none of your business. 
This conversation is at an end, so unless you want to buy some 
clothes, I think you ought to leave."

"Mister Samson, be reasonable."

David did not respond, instead just turning and walking away. The two 
men did get the hint and stop trying to talk to him. When David 
turned back towards them, they were already walking out of the store.

Later that evening, when David walked into his apartment, Lynn was 
sitting on the couch and, without looking up at him, asked, "If 
there's anything you want to ask me, then you should just ask and get 
it over with."

David thought about it, and said, "The only things I can think of to 
ask you about is if you had any luck on the job search or decided to 
make anything for dinner."

Lynn looked up to him with a little glimmer of hope in her eyes. 
"You're not going to suggest I go back to work in the porn industry 
to help with our money problems?"

"Hadn't planned on it. I take it somebody told you that they'd be 
making me an offer to try to convince you to go back?"

"Yes. What did you tell them?"

"I told 'em to take a hike. I told them you made your decision, and I 
was going to stick by you."

Lynn jumped up off the couch, threw her arms around his neck, and 
gave him a big hug. With her head buried in his shoulder, she said, 
"Thank you."

He hugged her back and said, "No problem. I always stand by my friends."

After a little while of just holding each other, they separated, and 
Lynn asked, "So how much did they offer you?"

"$2,500."

Lynn sniffled a little and said, "I think I'm insulted. I figured 
they'd offer you at least five figures."

"Hey, last time I checked, nobody was offering strangers thousands of 
dollars to get me to come back to work for them. So did you make 
anything for dinner?"

"No, I figured you'd jump for the money, so I didn't really feel like 
making anything for you. I'm sorry for ever doubting you. So how 
about a can of heated chili and a package of boiled hot dogs."

"Gee, you made that the last time you cooked. Aren't you afraid of 
spoiling me?"

"If you don't like my cooking, you can always eat my shorts."

"Well, okay, but I thought you wanted to avoid any sexual temptation."

Lynn laughed and said, "You ARE incorrigible," and they walked 
together towards the kitchen.

************

THREE MONTHS LATER...

David held up the coin. "Okay, it's time for the next wish."

Lynn, sitting on the edge of the bed, replied, "So it is. Have you 
decide what type of sex you'd like?"

"Have you decided whether or not we're even going to do this? I told 
you six months ago that we wouldn't be making another wish until you 
actually wanted to have sex with me."

"I remember."

"So do you? Do you want to have sex with me?"

Lynn stood up, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him. Then she 
looked deep into his eyes and said, "Yes, I do. You're the best 
friend I ever had. You stood by me even when I doubted you, even when 
I gave you cause to doubt me. You helped me pay my bills, helped keep 
the scum out of my life, and did whatever you could to make my life 
better. Yes, David, I do want to have sex with you."

David pulled her to him and kissed her again. "Let's do this."

"Aren't you forgetting something, the wish?"

"Yeah, I almost did."

"And what kind of sex you want, too."

"That's easy. I want to engage in mutual oral sex. As for the wish, 
do you have any suggestions?"

"Not to harp on it, but I still do need the money. Perhaps you could 
wish for money again, this time in bearer bonds or some other source 
we could use without drawing too much attention."

"Way I figure it, anywhere we go in America, we're going to be 
hounded by the IRS for spending a large amount of money that they 
can't account for."

"True, but what's the alternative? Move to another country?"

"We could wish for the IRS to go away."

After thinking about it, Lynn replied, "I don't think that would 
work. The IRS is the money collection center for the United States of 
America. Either the bureaucracy we call a government would 
immediately fill it in with something just as bad, possibly worse, or 
getting rid of it would cause way too much problems, way too much 
chaos."

David sighed. "I guess you're right, but it's a nice thought, though."

"Agreed, but it's just a pipe dream, so you need to think of something else."

David held the coin up to eye level. "What we need is some place 
where we can have American culture, but we don't have to worry about 
some big bureaucracy looking over our shoulder." Lynn remained silent 
is David thought. Finally, he said it, "I got it! I wish that I was 
the king of the island-nation that I'm thinking of right now."

Lynn looked up at him and said, "Sounds good. Makes me want to have 
sex with you all the more, if only to see how the wish works out."


-- 
"This is reality, not T.V.  Can't you tell the difference?"
"Sure, I just like T.V. better."

jrdss@alaska.net
ICQ#37222294
J R D

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