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	By Any Other Name
	by Ann Douglas

The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by Sherwood Schwartz  and ABC Television . This story is intended
for the non-commercialenjoyment of fans and should be considered
a parody . No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will
be made from the distribution of this story.



	The attractive, long-haired blonde walked down the halls of
Westdale High School, seemingly indifferent to the many looks of
admiration she drew.  Only the small bit of a smile at the corner of
her mouth told the truth.  That she was more than aware of every
set of eyes that turned in her direction as she passed. The simple
blouse and skirt she wore couldn't fully hide the figure beneath it,
not the nearly perfect medium-sized breasts that drew the
attention of those in front of her or the equally sculpted ass for
those she'd already passed.  She had, she'd always thought, one
hell of an ass.

	Of course that was never a description anyone would hear
coming from her lips. She would leave it to others to use language
like that, at least in public.  The seventeen year old much
preferred people thinking of her as a pillar of the school
community, a valued member of the student government, member
of the cheerleader squad and former Frontier Scout.  As far as
anyone knew, Marcia Brady was an All-American Virgin Princess.

	In truth though, she hadn't been a virgin since her sixteenth
birthday, a little fact she'd been very careful to keep from both
her parents and just about everyone around her.  Having most
people think she was unattainable let her be much more selective in
picking who got to share her bed.  There had only been a handful of
boys who'd even got beyond second base with her, keeping with her
firm belief that it was quality that counted, not quantity.

	She had just about made it to the end of the corridor and
the door beyond when a tall, quite handsome young man stepped out
from next to his locker and called out her name.  Since he was one
of those privileged few who's actually seen, and sampled, the
tightly trimmed girlhood under her skirt, the teenager stopped for
a moment and flashed him a smile.

	"Hi Doug,"  she said in a quiet, lyrical voice.

	"Hi Marcia,"  the dark-haired jock grinned back,  "I was
hoping to catch you before you went home.  How would you like to
catch a pizza and movie or something this weekend?"

	Marcia's expression didn't change, but she had no doubt as
to what 'something' entailed.  It had be a little over two weeks
since the night she'd gone all the way with Doug Simpson, and
she'd spent the last ten days trying to avoid him.  The Big Man on
Campus, she'd discovered, was anything but.  A revelation that had
caused her to lose any interest that she'd once had in him.  It was
only the worry that he might spread it around that she'd done it
with him that prevented her from telling him right out.  The odds
were that no one would believe him, but why take that risk?

	"Oh I'm sorry Doug,"  Marcia replied, putting a touch of
regret in her voice as she quickly recalled the excuse she'd given
him last weekend. "But this wouldn't be a good week for that,"  she
added in a lower voice, putting extra emphasis on the last word so
that not even he would have any trouble understanding what she
meant.

	"Oh, okay,"  he said after it sunk in a few moments later,
proving that it wasn't pizza or a movie he'd been interested in.
"Maybe next weekend then?"

	"I think next week wouldn't be good either,"  Marcia quickly
offered.  "My brother Greg is graduating and my family is having a
party for him.  My grandparents are even coming so I have to be
home the whole weekend."

	"And I'm going upstate to Football Camp right after that,"
Doug said dejected.  "Maybe we can get together before
Graduation?"  he asked hopefully.

	"Doug, you know my parents don't let me date on school
nights,"  Marcia shot back, hiding the anger she felt when she
realized that he hadn't even told her he was going away to camp.
All he was trying to do was get into her pants once last time
before then.

	"I'm sorry, Doug,"  she said apologetically, not meaning a
word of it as she stepped around him and quickly moved through
the open door that another boy had opened for her.

	Racing down the steps, Marcia thought it a shame that Doug
had turned out to be such a disappointment.  Not counting the
night with him, it had been almost six months since she'd been
with anyone.  And that had just been a blow job she'd given Charlie
Anderson on his birthday.  Charlie was more friend than boyfriend,
but he did a lot of things for her.

	It was one of those things that had occupied much of her
thinking since her date with Doug.  Last week, Marcia had
overheard two of her friends in the locker room talking about guys
they'd like to do it with.  Listening from behind a divider, Marcia
was surprised to hear her brother Greg mentioned.  Curious, she
moved as close as she could to hear the rest of the whispered
conversation.

	"Greg Brady?"  Sally Taylor repeated, you've got to be
kidding.  "He's one of the biggest turkey's around.  Have you ever
seen that Johnny Bravo routine he pulls on girls?  God, my little
brother acts cooler than he does."

	"Yeah, he is a total dweeb,"  Donna Burke agreed,  "but he
does have one redeeming quality that I'd be able to overlook all
that for."

	"What's that?"  Sally asked, her curiosity no more intense
than Marcia's as she tried to move even closer to not miss the
answer.

	"Well, do you remember that slumber party we had at
Rhonda Dee's over spring break,"  Donna began,  "the one where
they showed that movie?"

	Both Sally and Marcia, who had also been at the party,
nodded their heads in unison.  Rhonda had gotten hold of one of her
father's adult films and all the girls had watched it with great
interest.

	"You remember the guy in the movie,"  Donna continued,
"the one with the really big ..."

	"No way,"  Sally cut her off.  "You're telling me that Greg
Brady has one that big, you've seen it?"

	"No, I actually haven't seen it, but my older brother is in his
gym class,"  she explained.  "And I heard him and Billy Smith joking
that Brady had a cock like a baseball bat."

	"I can't believe it,"  Sally said.

	"I swear, that's what I heard,"  Donna replied.  "I'm almost
willing to go out with him just to find out if its true."

	"I don't know if I'd be willing to go that far,"  Sally replied,
"but if you do, you will let me know, won't you?"

	At that moment, another girl entered the locker room and
seeing Marcia called out a hello.  On hearing her name, Donna and
Sally quickly shifted their topic of conversation away from her
brother and onto more safe subjects.

	All the rest of the day, and long after, Marcia couldn't get
that conversation out of her mind.  Few people, Marcia included,
wouldn't think it strange for a sister to wonder about the size of
her brother's cock.  In this case, however, there were special
circumstances, and Marcia felt that made all the difference.

	True, Greg was her brother, but only by marriage.  Up until
five years ago, she'd been Marcia Martin, the oldest daughter of
Roy and Carol Tyler Martin.  Soon after the birth of her youngest
sister, Cindy, Roy Martin disappeared and was never heard from
again.  Years later, after having Roy declared legally dead, Carol
had married Mike Brady, a widower with three sons.  With a middle
daughter, Jan, they had all moved into their new household where
each new parent had adopted the other's children, forming what
her new father jokingly referred to as "the Brady Bunch."

	For the most part, Marcia and the other girls got along
great with their new brothers.  Greg, Bobby and Peter were
roughly the same ages as Marcia, Jan and Cindy and eventually they
all got used to having siblings of the opposite sex.  Still there were
sometimes problems between them, but no more than those natural
brothers and sisters had.

	Carol Martin, now Brady, considered herself fortunate to
have met Mike Brady.  Few men, especially those with three kids
already, were willing to take on the added responsibility of three
more.  More than one interested suitor had turned tail and ran
when faced with a ready made family. That Mike was a really nice
guy on top of that, was an added bonus.

	Marcia remembered another bonus she'd once heard her
mother mention to her oldest girlfriend one afternoon when she'd
had her over for drinks.  One that she'd never have uttered if
she'd know any of her daughters were even home, much less within
earshot.  In confidence, and not without a certain amount of pride,
Carol had told her two-time Maid of Honor that her new husband,
despite his average build, carried a baseball bat between his legs,
one that never failed to hit a home run when he slipped it between
hers.

	Marcia hadn't understood the reference at the time,
thinking it strange that her mother was now interested in baseball.
Having heard Donna now use the same analogy about Greg had made
her remember it.

	Consumed with curiosity as to if son took after father,
Marcia had taken advantage of Charley's slavish devotion to her to
have him check Greg out.  To even Marcia's surprise, rather than
just a description, he'd somehow managed to produce a Polaroid of
Greg changing out of his swim trunks.  Even suffering the effects
of the cold water, Marcia was impressed.

				-=-=-=-

	"Hi Alice,"  Marcia called out to the housekeeper as she
entered the house through the kitchen.

	"Hi Marcia, you're home early," Alice replied as she closed
the lid on the Tupperware container on the countertop.

	"I have a lot of homework to do,"  she lied, knowing that the
older woman would never question that excuse,  "and I wanted to
come right home and get started on it."

	Alice Nelson had been the Brady Housekeeper since shortly
after the first Mrs. Brady passed away.  In her late forties, she
had dark hair that was starting to turn gray.  Despite not being
the brightest bulb in the box, the second Mrs. Brady couldn't get
along without her.  Few housekeepers would've stayed on after
learning that their employer had doubled the size of the household
she was required to take care of.  Even fewer would've done it
without demanding a substantial raise in salary.

	Marcia and Jan had once discussed the topic between
themselves late one night when their youngest sister, Cindy, was
away on an overnight scout trip.  Marcia had shared a comment she
had overheard Sam the butcher, who was the housekeeper's
boyfriend, make when he and Alice were having an argument.
Losing his temper, Sam had said that he knew he wasn't no Mike
Brady, but he always managed to get the job done.  Alice had told
him to hush up, the kids were upstairs and that was something they
were never to hear about.

	If Alice had been taking care of their new Dad's sexual
needs during his widowhood, Marcia suggested, that could be the
reason why she'd stayed on.  It wasn't beyond the realm of
possibility that she was still getting a taste of that baseball bat
from time to time.  She knew their mother well enough that if it
came to a choice between sharing her husband once and a while or
having to do all the cooking and cleaning herself, Carol Brady would
even turn down the bed for them.

	Jan agreed with her older sister's assessment of her
mother, but thought it unlikely that Alice and Mike Brady could be
involved.  It was the opinion of the middle sister that sweet Alice
was playing for the other team.  She regarded the number of times
the housekeeper had managed to walk in on her naked as too many
to be a coincidence.  Especially since she always managed to find a
reason to stay a while once she was there.

	Marcia said she'd had quite a number of those occasions
herself, and had even seen Alice stepping into the bathroom to get
something when their Mom was taking a shower.  Still, who was to
say that both theories couldn't be true.  Either way, since things
were running smoothly in the Brady household, why rock the boat.

	"What's with all the Tupperware?"  Marcia asked curiously
when she noticed that there were four more lined along the
counter.

	"I made up some ready to heat meals for you and Greg for
the weekend,"  Alice replied as she stacked the containers and
moved them to the freezer.  "I hate to think of the two of you
living on nothing but pizza every day."

	"Are you going somewhere?"  Marcia inquired.

	"Sam and I are going to San Diego for the Southern
California Over-Forty Bowling Championships,"  Alice answered as
she closed the freezer door.  "That's going to leave just you and
Greg since your Mom and Dad are still away at his conference
upstate."

	"And Cindy, Jan, Bobby and Peter are spending the weekend
at their respective grandparents,"  Marcia added, remembering
that they were being picked up at their schools to save time.

	"Exactly,"  Alice agreed,  "so since the two of you are
practically adults,  I don't have to worry about leaving you alone."

	"Oh I'm sure we'll be fine,"  the young blonde said as the
makings of an idea began to form in the back of her mind.

	The conversation was interrupted by the honking of a horn in
the driveway.  A quick glance out the sliding door told Alice that it
was Sam in his truck, come to pick her up.

	"Drat, he's early,"  Alice said as she wiped her hands on a
towel and took off the apron she'd been wearing to protect the
outfit she had on in place of her uniform.  "I still have to finish up
here and get my overnight bag from my room."

	"I'll be happy to get your bag for you, Alice,"  Marcia smiled,
eager to send the housekeeper on her way.

	Before Alice could object, the teenager was on her way.
She found the overnight bag on the bed, along with a small black
toiletry bag.  Marcia started to zip up the smaller bag in order to
put it into the suitcase when two small squeeze tubes caught her
attention.  The first was something she had seen in the medicine
chest, K-Y jelly.  She knew that it had actual medical uses so she
didn't automatically associate it with any sexual activity.  The
other tube was one she had found in the trash one day and it was a
surprise to find that it had belonged to Alice.

	It was called Anal-Eze and it said right on the label that it
was used for anal sex.  That was something Marcia had never tried
and she wondered what it was like.  It had been a surprise to find
it in Alice's bag because the seventeen year old had been dead
certain that the one in the garbage belonged to brother, Peter.  It
was no secret among the older of the Brady kids as to why the
middle son rarely went out on dates with girls anymore.

	A second honking of the horn outside caused Marcia to zip
up the bag and toss it into the overnight case.  Locking that down,
she carried the bag down to the kitchen where Alice took it from
her.

	Marcia followed the housekeeper out to the driveway where
Sam was waiting.  He took the bag from Alice and put it in the
back of his truck.  She said goodbye to the older woman and told
her to have fun.

	As the two bowlers pulled away, neither of them could've
imagined that the broad grin on the teenage girl's face had been
brought on by the mental image of a nude Alice down on all fours,
taking Sam's cock up her ass.  For the first time, Marcia decided
there actually was such a thing as too much information and
wondered if she was ever going to be able to look at the
housekeeper again and not conjure up that picture in her head.

	For now at least, she was able to push aside that picture
with that of another member of the household's anatomy.  An
image that unlike the first one caused a definite stirring between
her legs.

				-=-=-=-

	"Anybody home?"  Greg Brady called out as he stepped into
the living room shortly before dinner time.

	Not getting any response, he headed out to the kitchen
where he found a note on the bulletin board explaining were
everyone was, along with instructions on how to heat up the meal
Alice had left for him and Marcia.  Reading them twice to be sure
he understood them, Greg put them in the oven and set the timer.

	"I guess I have time for a quick shower before dinner,"
Greg thought, quite aware of the sweat he'd worker up at the
football game after school.   "Hopefully Marcia will be back from
wherever she's gone by then."

	Heading up to his attic bedroom, the tall, dark-haired
eighteen year old couldn't help but think this had been a very good
day.  Not only had his team won the football game after school, but
Donna Burke had spent the whole game watching him.  She'd even
gone so far as to come over after the game to congratulate him on
the way he'd played.  They chatted for a few minutes and she
surprised Greg by asking if he wanted to come over and watch a
DVD later on tonight.  Greg had said that he'd have to check in at
home first, but he was sure it would be all right.

	The funny thing was, Greg  thought after Donna had left,
was that he'd asked her out at least a dozen times during the
school year and she'd said no every time.  He guessed the old
"Johnny Bravo" charm finally wore her down.

	Stripping off his dirty clothes and tossing them in the
hamper, Greg put on a pair of gym shorts to wear back down to the
bathroom.  He really wished he could've convinced Dad to put in
one of those shower stalls when he converted the attic into a
bedroom.  But to a man who saw no problem with six kids sharing
one bathroom, the appeal fell on deaf ears.

	To get to the bathroom, Greg had to go through the room he
used to share with his brothers, Bobby and Peter.  Back in the days
before their father had remarried, the room on the other side of
the bathroom had belonged to Greg.  Now it belonged to his three
sisters.  Going from sharing the bath with two to five siblings had
required some major adjustments, especially since the girls always
seemed to need more time in there than the boys.

	Of course there had been a few compensating perks that
had come with the introduction of the new half of the family.  All
three boys were always trying to get a glimpse of Marcia and Jan
in the buff, or at least in their underwear.  Their youngest new
sister, Cindy, was too small to be of interest to anyone.  None of
them had ever gotten a look at the two older girls naked, but
sometimes it was enough to see them in their pajamas or just a
T-shirt and shorts.  Many a night, the oldest of the Brady boys had
jerked himself off in his bed thinking about the girls only a room
away.  It might not be exactly proper, but their proximity was too
much to ignore.

	Possibly even more improper, had been the nights when Greg
had thought of his new step-mother.  Prior to her arrival, the only
grown woman he had to fantasize about had been Alice.  Carol
Tyler-Martin Brady might very well have been old enough to
actually be his mother, but there was just enough real separation
between them for him to not feel that guilty about imagining her in
inappropriate ways.

	The thought of all the times he'd played with himself in bed
reminded Greg of another reason why he was glad to have his own
room again.  It definitely wasn't cool to beat your meat with your
brothers in the next beds.  Especially since he discovered that
Peter was taking way too much of an interest in what he was doing.

	Greg was just about to open the bathroom door when he
noticed that it had been left ajar about two inches. Usually, his
brothers were pretty conscientious about making sure it was
closed tight.  He hesitated just long enough to realize that the
shower was running.  Marcia had been home all along, but hadn't
heard him call out over the sound of the running water.  He started
to reach for the doorknob to close the door then hesitated.

	Remembering all the times he and the other boys had tried
to get a glimpse of Marcia and Jan, Greg realized that this might
very well be both his last and best chance.  All he had to do was
stand right where he was and keep quiet.  After all, it wasn't his
fault that Marcia hadn't checked to make sure both doors were
closed before climbing into the shower.

	Just about a minute later, the sound of running water
stopped and Greg held his breath.  The shower curtain opened half
way and Marcia stepped out onto the thick floor rug.  Greg let out
a silent gasp as he took in the soft, rounded orbs of her ass.  He
couldn't believe what a perfect ass she had, even better than any
of the models in the books he hid up in his room.

	That prized view was lost a moment later as the teenage girl
took a towel off the rack and wrapped it around her waste.  With
her back to the boy's room, she wiped a section of the mirror clear
and plugged in the hair dryer.  Running one hand through her long
blonde hair, Marcia proceeded to dry it off.  Greg strained to get a
better look, daring to open the door just a little bit wider.

	His daring paid off as every once and a while, he would catch
a side glimpse of Marcia's breasts as she moved the hair dryer
back and forth, twisting her body as she moved.  At one point, she
turned far enough around to present a full, clear view of her right
nipple.  Greg eagerly noted that it was dark pink, about the size of
a quarter with a pencil eraser like stub in the middle.

	The shower steam that had covered the rest of the mirror
had begun to clear and Greg knew he was pressing his luck.
Reluctantly, he eased the door all the way closed and quietly as he
could, locked it in place.  Hopefully, he thought, the sound of the
dryer masked any noise he'd made.

	It took a long minute for his heart to stop racing, and even
after it had, Greg knew he was still affected by the encounter.
Between his legs was the biggest hard-on he'd had in a long time.
Even bigger than the one Donna had given him when she'd leaned
close to his ear and whispered that she'd thought she'd like him to
come over.

	It was also obvious to him that unlike the erection Donna
had given him, this one wasn't going to go away so easily.  Taking
the matter in hand, he'd dropped down onto the unused bed that
used to be his and pulled down the zipper to his jeans.  Soon
enough, he was repeating the second most frequent activity he'd
used that bed for.

	On the other side of the now locked door, Marcia finished
drying herself off and was putting on a rather pretty pair of
bright red bra and panties.  Definitely not the sort of thing she'd
wear to school, she'd secretly borrowed the set from her mother's
lingerie drawer.  They were close enough in size for the oldest
daughter to borrow Carol's more interesting undergarments,
something the pretty teen liked to do on special occasions.

	Before leaving the bathroom behind and heading back into
her bedroom to finish dressing, Marcia took note of the fact that
the opposite door was now tightly closed.  A fact she acknowledged
with a broad smile.

				-=-=-=-

	Twenty minutes later, freshly showered and now dressed in a
T-shirt and shorts, Greg reappeared in the kitchen to find Marcia
had set the table.  Almost on cue, the timer went off, signifying
dinner was ready.

	"Perfect timing,"  Marcia, who had also changed clothes and
now had on a simple dark blue dress, said.  "Everything is just
about ready, why don't you have a seat and I'll serve."

	"Okay,"  Greg said as he sat down at the round kitchen table,
thinking it surprising that Marcia offered to serve.  Usually she
was the first one to say that the boys and girls had to share all
the chores equally.

	Watching Marcia get a pitcher of juice out of the
refrigerator, Greg couldn't help but notice the way her dress
hugged the cheeks of her ass.  In his mind, he could still visualize
the soft globes now outlined.  Thankfully, the table hid any physical
reaction to the recent memory.

	"So how did the game go?"  Marcia asked as she took her
own seat on the other side of the table.

	"Great,"  Greg replied as he scooped a generous portion of
the casserole Alice had left into his plate.  "We won 27 to 10."

	"That's nice."

	"Doug scored two touchdowns,"  Greg added, knowing that
Marcia had a thing for the quarterback.  To his surprise, she
totally ignored the mention of his name.

	"So what's up for tonight, big brother?"  Marsha asked, a
private smile on her lips as she thought that phrase now took on a
whole new meaning.

	"Donna Burke was at the game and she invited me to come
over and watch a DVD,"  Greg answered as he scooped a mouthful
of noodles into his mouth.  "Since I don't have anything else to do,
I thought I'd do that."

	"Donna Burke?"  Marcia repeated.  "I thought she said no
every time you asked her out."

	"She did,"  he replied with a proud grin,  "but I guess she
finally discovered there was something to the Gregster that she
wanted after all."

	"Yeah, and I know what it is,"  Marcia thought, but didn't
say.  Instead, she said that she was hoping that the two of them
were going to spend the night at home, sort of a last brother and
sister night before he went away to college.

	"I don't know, Marcia,  I really wanted to go over and hang
at Donna's."

	"Please, Greg, it's important to me,"  she implored.

	Greg thought about it for a second, then said yes.  Partly
because he felt a little guilty at having spied on Marcia in the
bathroom earlier, and partly because in many ways, he really was
the dweeb that most people took him for.  If he weren't, he'd
know what just about every guy at  Westdale knew.  That Donna
Burke was the kind of girl you could fuck on the first date, and in
some cases, you didn't even have to bother with the date.  If he
had any idea of what was going on, picking between getting laid and
spending the night at home was a no brainer, even for him.
Especially since he was going away to college still a virgin.

	"Great,"  Marcia said as she finished the last of her own
plate.  "Why don't you use the phone in the family room to call her
and I'll clear the dishes."

	Finishing the last of his own meal, Greg went off to do just
that.

				-=-=-=-

	"How did Donna take it?"  Marcia asked when Greg returned
to the kitchen.

	"She wasn't too happy, but I promised I'd come over
tomorrow instead,"  Greg replied as he picked up the last dish from
the table and handed it to Marcia to put in the dishwasher.

	"Well I'm sure she'll get over it,"  Marcia smiled as she
closed the door and hit the start button.  If Donna was really in
the mood, she was no doubt already on the phone lining up another
prospect.

	"So what do you want to do tonight?"  Greg asked.

	"Hmm, I really hadn't thought that much about it,"  Marcia
lied.  "I guess we could check the cable and see what's on."

	"Sounds like a good idea,"  Greg agreed.  "We can make some
popcorn to go with it.

	"Sure, what would a movie be without popcorn and a cold
soda,"  Marcia added.

	A short time later, the two Bradys were stretched out on
the long couch in the family room as Marcia played with the
remote, channel surfing to see what was on.  She paused on and
then passed several family type entertainments, the kind of all-age
films they would watch when the whole family was home.  The
blonde continued past two action-adventures, much to Greg's
disappointment as one even stared Clint Conner, his all-time
favorite.

	"This looks interesting,"  Marcia said as she finally stopped
at one of the subscription channels.  The film on the screen was
unfamiliar to Greg, but the short haired blonde woman in the long
black dress that was the star of it immediately drew his attention.

	They watched for a few minutes as the forty-something
woman, whose name was Florence they learned, danced across a
spacious apartment with a handsome dark-haired man.  They
worked their way onto the balcony where they stopped and looked
out into the night and  the park below.

	"Doesn't she sort of remind you of Mom?"  Marcia asked as
she took a sip of her soda.

	"What?"  Greg sputtered, almost spitting out his own drink.

	"I said doesn't she look a little like Mom,"  Marcia repeated.
"They have the same hair and Mom even has a dress pretty much
just like that one.  She looks pretty hot when she wears it too."

	"Marcia!"  Greg said shocked, not wanting to even think of
his step-mom in a dress like that, one that barely covered her
breasts.  At least not with Marcia there to see the effect such an
image would have on him.

	"Oh come on, don't tell me you're embarrassed,"  Marcia
laughed.

	"I'm not embarrassed," Greg said, when it was obvious that
he was.

	"Are you honestly going to tell me that you've never looked
at Mom and got a hard on?"  Marcia asked, using language her
brother had never imagined her using before.

	"Never,"  he protested.

	"I might believe that of Peter,"  Marcia countered,  "but
I've seen you even checking out Alice a time or two.  Are you going
to tell me that you'd fantasize about her over Mom?"

	Greg didn't know what to say, or at least what he wanted to
admit.

	"Hey, I'll be honest and even say I've fantasized about Dad
sometimes,"  Marcia went on, dropping what Greg thought was a
bombshell, causing his jaw to drop.  "Don't look so shocked,"  she
went on. "It's not like he was my real father."

	Greg had to admit, she was right in that aspect.  In fact, it
was one of the justifications he'd used during the fantasies he'd
once had about the former Mrs. Martin.

	"In fact, we're even less related to each other than the two
of them are to us.  If they hadn't married each other, and I was
still just Marcia Martin, we could've even dated each other."

	"Would you have dated me?"  Greg asked.

	"Who wouldn't want to date a really groovy guy like you,"
Marcia replied, saying exactly what she knew he wanted to hear.
"Would you have wanted to go out with me?"

	"Are you kidding?"  Greg asked in return.  "I don't think
there's a guy in the entire school who would give anything to go out
with you."

	"Really?"  Marcia said in surprise, as if the statement had
been a sudden revelation.

	"Just the other day, I heard Jimmy Wolfe saying that he'd
give his left nut to..."  he started to say then suddenly stopped
when he realized what he was saying.

	"To what, Greg?"  Marcia prompted, already having a good
idea of the answer.

	"I'm sorry, it was really not something I should've
repeated,"  Greg said instead.  "You know how guys can get when
they're together.  Let's just forget it and watch the movie."

	"No,"  Marcia said insistently,  "I want to know what he
said."

	Greg waited a few moments, then realized that his sister
wasn't going to relent.  Turning a sharp shade of red, he finished
Jimmy's statement.  "He said that he wished he could see you
naked."

	"And do all the other boys wish the same thing?"  Marcia
asked further.

	Greg nodded his head in acknowledgment, hoping that
settled the matter and they went back to the film.

	"Even you, Greg?"

	"What?"

	"Do you wish that you could see me naked?"  she elucidated.
"Is that why you were sneaking around the bathroom door when I
was taking a shower earlier?"

	"Oh God!"  Greg gasped, unable to imagine himself being in
more trouble than he was sure he was in right now.  What were
Mom and Dad going to say when they heard about it?

	Marcia let him consider those possibilities, then she smiled
and let him off the hook.

	"That's okay, Greg, I'm not mad,"  she said in her nicest
voice,  "in fact, I'm almost flattered.  Did you get a good look at
my tits and ass?"

	This time, Greg was a lot less shocked at his sister's use of
language.  He opened his mouth to answer, but found that the
words wouldn't come.  So instead he just nodded his head instead.

	"It doesn't seem fair,"  Marcia said in response to his nod.

	"What doesn't?"  Greg now managed to say.

	"That you got to see me and I never got to see you," she
explained.  "Or do you think I never tried to look?"

	To be honest, he'd never considered the idea that she had.

	"I'm sorry,"  he found himself saying.

	"Don't say you're sorry, say you'll do something to make it
up to me,"  Marcia cut him off in a strong tone.

	"How?" a perplexed Greg asked.

	"Well..."  Marcia grinned with a twinkle in her eye,  "you've
seen mine, so how bout you show me yours?"

	"Marcia, you're my sister!"  Greg said even more shocked
than before.

	"Step-sister,"  she quickly correctly him,  "and I bet that
really didn't enter into your head when you were spying on me in
the shower.  Did looking at me give you a big hard-on?  Did you go
jerk yourself off afterwards?

	Greg was totally flustered, it was almost as if she had been
in the boys' room with him.  It didn't occur to him that it didn't
take much to guess that would be what he would do after seeing
her in the buff.

	"All right,"  Greg finally said since he couldn't come up with
any other response,  "I guess that's only fair.  But you can't ever
tell anyone."

	"Believe me, having anyone else ever find out about this is
the last thing on my mind,"  Marcia assured him as she ran her
tongue along her lips in anticipation.

	Greg reached down and started to undo the buckle of his
belt, but stopped when Marcia's hand came to rest on top of his.

	"No, stand up,"  she said in a tone that almost made it a
command.  "I want to get a really good look.  In fact, why don't you
take everything off."

	That gave Greg a brief pause.  He had planned to just open
his pants and give Marcia a quick look at his package, not strip
down to his birthday suit.  He considered pointing that out, then
realized that since she had been totally nude, she wasn't going to
settle for anything less with him.

	Standing up and moving in front of the television, blocking
the movie that no one was watching anymore, Greg pulled on his
T-shirt until it passed up and over his head.  No surprise there,
Marcia thought as she had seen him plenty of times in swimming
trunks.

	Next came his sneakers and socks, as if he was trying to
delay the inevitable.  Marcia felt there was no need to rush him at
this point, there was nothing else he could stall with and she had
all night to go.

	Taking a breath, Greg slipped his thumbs into the waistband
of his shorts and the underpants beneath.  He pressed down with
one quick motion, sending both falling down around his legs, coming
to rest around his ankles.  Marcia's eyes automatically followed the
motion, so it was another heartbeat before bringing them back up
to the source of all the day's theater.

	"Dear God!,"  Marcia gasped as she stared at the most
impressive piece of manhood she had ever seen, including secretly
watched porno movies - and it wasn't even fully erect.

	"Satisfied?"

	"Not yet,"  she smiled, thinking that Charley's Polaroid had
hardly done it justice.  "I want to see how big it gets."

	Greg had gone this far, so her request didn't seem that
much more.  Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, he
began pumping it up and down.  It didn't take long for it to be
standing straight up on its own.

	Marcia was now even more impressed, an admiration that she
felt deep between her legs as well.  If Dad was anything like his
oldest son, then Mom was a lucky woman indeed.

	"Can I touch it?"  Marcia asked, even as she reached out
with her hand before waiting for an answer.

	"I think this is getting a  little too strange,"  Greg said, his
tone causing her to hesitate.

	"I'll tell you what,"  Marcia offered in her softest, and
sexiest voice,  "if you let me play with it a little, I'll let you play
with my tits."

	Marcia looked in his eyes and saw his answer even before he
knew what it was.  Her fingers closed around the width of his
shaft, slowly moving up and down its length.  The soft brush of her
skin against his sent an erotic shudder though him, followed by a
loud gasp from his lips.

	Marcia's fingers continued down to Greg's balls and she
played with them with the first hand, even as her second started
over at his cock's enlarged head.  A second and third shudder
reverberated through the eighteen-year old and for a few
moments Marcia thought he was going to come all over her hands.
And that, she thought, would be a crying shame.

	"Eat you heart out, Donna,"  she silently laughed as she
finally lifted both hands away from her prize.

	Rising from the couch, Marcia reached back and pulled down
the zipper of her dress a few inches.  Then she turned around and
asked Greg to take it down the rest of the way.  With eager eyes,
and more eager hands, her older brother did just that, pulling it
down to just above her ass.

	With her back still to him, Marcia slipped the blue dress off
her shoulders and then down to the floor.  She stepped out of it
and then back so that she was right up against the taller Brady.
Taking his hands in her own, she placed one of them on each of her
mounds, squeezing them tightly and placing his thumbs against her
nipples.

	"Oh, Greg,"  she moaned softy as she pressed hard enough
against him to feel his cock up against her ass.

	Greg let out a moan that mixed with another from his sister
as she rubbed her ass cheeks against his cock a few more times.
Then she lifted his hands off her breasts, took two large steps
forward and then turned to face him.

	"Wow,"  Greg thought, but was afraid to say least he
destroy the moment, as he got a much better look at the bright
red lingerie he had watched her put on earlier.

	The material was such fine lace as to be almost translucent,
designed to show off what was beneath it rather than conceal.
Her extended nipples pressed against the material, giving an even
clearer view of the aureole around them.  Down between her legs,
the soft patch of blonde hair over her mound was also quite visible.

	Marcia slowly turned around so that Greg could fully admire
the back of her ensemble, including how it hugged the ass he so
appreciated.  He had no way of knowing it was the same outfit
Carol had worn for her new husband on their wedding night.

	His eyes still riveted on her, Greg watched Marcia's hands
as they undid the clasp of her bra and held the now loose material
up against her skin.  Her hands came down and with it the covering,
falling ever so slowly to the floor.

	Marcia lifted her hands back to her breasts and squeezed
them softly, playing her nipples between her fingers.  She made a
show of massaging the soreness out of her mounds, even though
the undergarment had hardly been constrictive enough to have
caused any such need.

	"Most of the guys at school seem to like big tits better,"
Marcia said as she continued to rub her own,  "and my aren't really
that big.  What do you think, Greg?"

	"I think they're perfect,"  Greg managed to say, his eyes
still transfixed.

	"Really?"  Marcia said in mock self-depreciation, "they're
not too small?"

	"No, they're just right."

	"That's so sweet of you to say,"  she smiled.  "Do you want to
touch them?"

	It was a purely rhetorical question of course as Greg was
practically watering at the mouth.  He reached out and placed his
hands on the now naked flesh, rubbing them softly.  Marcia let out
a soft sigh, taking note that his reluctance was just about a thing
of the past.  Which was exactly as she had planned.

	"Why don't you kiss them?"  she suggested.

	Moving even closer, Greg did just that, planting a soft kiss
on each nipple and running his tongue back and forth.  The softness
of her skin, mixed with the sweet scent of her perfume was
intoxicating enough to make him lightheaded.  But not so much that
he wanted to stop what he was doing.

	"Oh Greg, you do that so well,"  Marsha purred.  "You must
drive all the girl's wild with that tongue."

	Not wanting to admit she was the first girl he'd ever done
this with, Greg responded with a non-committal moan of delight.
He kissed both breasts one more time, then stepped back once
more.

	"Done already?"  Marcia said in surprise.

	"Well, you only played with me a little bit too,"  he answered,
his conscience starting to make a return appearance.

	"Well, we could fix that,"  Marcia pointed out.

	"Marcia, I think that maybe we should think about what
we're doing,"  he responded, impressing his sister with his self
control.  Any other guy would've been begging her to go on.

	"What exactly are we doing,"  Marcia answered, already too
into it to have second thoughts,  "other than what we would be
doing if we didn't have the same last name?  Remember, that's
really the only thing we have in common, biologically, we're total
strangers."

	She let him think about that for a few seconds, then her
next question hit him like a brick in the face.

	"Greg, have you ever had a blow job?"

	"Excuse me?"

	"A blow job,"  she repeated, bringing him back to the point
where he found it disconcerting to hear words like that coming
from her.  "You know, when a girl takes that big cock of yours in
her mouth and sucks it."

	Greg slowly shook his head.  Of course he knew what a blow
job was, he'd just never been on the receiving end of one.

	"I thought so,"  Marcia went on, remembering for a second
the night she'd given her first one when she was fifteen.  "Would
you like me to give you one?"

	"I... I...,"  Greg stuttered, his thoughts hammered by
conflicting impulses.

	Marcia could see he was torn between the two extremes.
On one hand, he was still seeing her as his sweet sister, the
wholesome image she liked to project to the world.  On the other,
a pretty, half naked girl who'd just offered to suck him off.  Past
experience told her exactly what to do in a situation like this.

	"Why don't you just sit down and relax,"  she said as she
took hold of his arm and shoulder and guided him back onto the
couch.

	She smiled as she felt no resistance to her efforts, knowing
full well that regardless of his inner conflict, he was highly unlikely
to push her away.  If anything, her actions helped relieve him of
his hesitancy by taking the decision out of his hands.

	"Just lay back and close your eyes,"  Marcia said as she
dropped to her knees, closing her hand around the base of his hard
cock.  "Leave everything to me."

	But Greg had no intention of closing his eyes and missing a
single moment of what was happening.  His decision made for him,
he watched in fascination as his sister's head obscured his cock,
followed a heartbeat later by a pleasing tingle between his legs as
Marcia brushed her lips against the head.

	"Oh yeah,"  Greg moaned softly as Marcia kissed it a second
time, then wrapped her lips around the crown.

	Her tongue swirled around the shaft, getting it all wet so
that it would be easier to take his girth into her mouth.  Greg was
so the opposite of Doug Simpson, it was a pity the reverse couldn't
have been true.  But you played the hand you were dealt, her
Mother was always fond of saying, and like Carol Brady, Marcia was
at heart a size queen.  And this big beauty was certainly too much
of a prize to pass up.

	As her head bobbed up and down, working more of Greg's
length into her mouth, Marcia thought for a second that it was a
pity than Jan couldn't be here to watch.  The older sister had
spent a considerable amount of time this past term trying to teach
the finer points of cocksucking to the middle daughter, using the
plastic dildo she had hidden in her closet.  Try as she could, Jan
still had trouble getting it far into her mouth.

	"Plastic is no substitute for the real thing,"  Marcia thought
as she pushed Jan from her mind and concentrated on the task at
hand, or more accurately, mouth.

	A warm feeling of accomplishment joined the other passions
ripping through her as she lowered her head once more and this
time took Greg all the way inside of her.  Once she knew she could
do it, her efforts increased and the motions of her head became
almost a blur.

	"Oh yeah, Marcia, that feels so fuckin' good,"  Greg called
out as he felt the warm, wet pressure massaging his cock.

	One hand wrapped around his balls, Marcia could tell that
Greg was really close to a climax.  Normally, she wouldn't let a guy
come in her mouth.  For some reason, she associated that with
being 'cheap'.  But this was a special case, she told herself, one
that she wanted Greg to remember the rest of his life.

	The pleasing pressures building inside him continued to rise,
as Marcia applied all the skills she'd learned in the last two years.
A good blow job could move mountains, she'd quickly learned, as
equally important as any of her more conventional talents.

	"Marcia, I'm going to..." Greg started to warn as he felt a
feeling that was normally brought on by the efforts of his good
right hand.

	He never got the chance to finish as, quicker than he
expected, his cock exploded deep into her throat.  It took Marcia
off guard for a second, but she recovered just as quickly and
continued her endeavor.  She swallowed as much of the salty mix as
she could, letting any overflow spill out of the corner of her mouth.

	Two, then three bursts and it was all said and done, but
Marcia continued to suck on his cock until she was sure he was
totally dry.  It was only when she finally felt him begin to soften
that she let his still impressive manhood slip out of her mouth.

	"Not bad huh,"  she smiled up at him before climbing up onto
the couch next to him.

	"Where did you learn to do that?"  he asked, still trying to
catch his breath.

	"Let's just say I've had some practice and leave it at that,"
she grinned.

	It was obvious now, even to Greg, that there was a whole
side of his sister that he'd never imagined.

				-=-=-=-

	"So what would you like to do now?"  Marcia asked, breaking
the awkward silence that had filled the air for a few moments.

	"Well, I ...,"  Greg started to ask, then hesitated.

	"Anything you want,"  Marcia added when she saw that he
obviously has something  specific in mind.

	No sooner had she said it, she wished she hadn't.  Glancing
down at his still large member, she could think of at least one place
she didn't think she could fit it.

	"Could I kiss you?"  Greg asked unexpectedly.  "For real I
mean, not like a sister."

	Given that she'd just sucked his cock, the request at first
surprised Marcia but then made sense.  As erotic as the blow job
had been, it did lack a certain intimacy, something a kiss would
have.

	Giving Greg her warmest smile, she leaned forward and her
lips met his.  At first, it was a kiss like any other they'd shared
over the years, but it soon went far beyond that.  Her mouth
opened and Greg's followed suite. Both tongues reached out and
were soon intertwined.  Greg hesitated for a brief second when he
realized that the taste on Marcia's tongue was the remnants of his
climax.  Then he banished the thought as she worked her way
around the inside of his mouth.

	Their hands soon joined the motions of their tongues, moving
up and down each other's bodies, bringing soft and pleasing
caresses in their wake.  Greg's hands again made their way to
Marcia's breasts, running his fingers across the soft, warm flesh
and the hard circles in the center.

	Marcia's hand was down between Greg's legs, her fingers
gently manipulating his erection, feeling it come back to life under
her touch.  She still couldn't get over just how big Greg was,
wondering how he stacked up to the senior Brady.  If Mom ever got
a look at the trophy in Marcia's hands, she might find it hard not
to make a comparison test between father and son.

	"Why don't you bring your hands a little lower,"  Marcia
suggested in a whisper between kisses.

	To accent exactly what she meant, she took her free hand
and pulled one of the knotted strings that held her panties
together.  They fell open and then off of her after she repeated
that action on the other side.  Greg looked down as she parted her
legs wider to see a small blonde patch of hair already moist with
erotic dew.

	She took hold of one of his hands and placed it on that
mound, pressing his middle finger up against the opening between
her folds. Applying a gentle pressure, she pushed him inside her.

	The nectars of anticipation were enough to afford him easy
access as Greg took control and ran his finger in and out a few
times.  Marcia let out a quiet sigh to let him know he was in the
right place.

	As with so many other things today, Greg was exploring
virgin territory, at least for him.  Still, like just about every other
guy his age, the hours he'd spent thinking about it at least gave
him a basic understanding of what he was supposed to do.  He
worked a second finger inside and began to search for what the
guys in the locker room referred to and the 'on and off switch.'  If
you turned it on right, you might get lucky but if you turned it off,
the only company you were going to have that night was your
five-fingered friend.

	Luckily for Greg, he found it easily enough, guided in part by
Marcia's whispered encouragement.  He could feel it pulse under
his touch, a pulse that reflected in the movements of the blonde's
body.  He could feel the wet walls close around his fingers, even as
he moved them in and out.  The faster his hand moved, the more
energized Marcia's gyrations became.

	"Faster, Greg,"  she called out as he breathing began to
become more labored.  "I want you to do it faster,... and harder!"

	Greg did what he was told and was rewarded by the sight of
Marcia practically lifting herself off the couch with each surge.
Her chest rose and fell with each new breath, putting just enough
bounce into each breast to call attention to them.  Impulsively,
Greg leaned over and kissed each one of them again, marveling at
the thin sheen of sweat now covering them.  Was he actually doing
all of this?  He certainly had found the right button.

	"I want you down there,"  Marcia interrupted, her tone
making it almost a command.

	Greg wasn't sure he understood, wasn't he already 'down
there.'

	"Your mouth,"  Marcia panted when she saw that he didn't
understand.  "I want you to lick my pussy, just like I sucked your
cock."

	The demand for a quid pro quo caused Greg to momentarily
pause.  Of all the things the guys talked about as far as what they
wanted to do with a girl, going down on one had to be on the very
bottom of the list.  It seems such a nasty thing to do they all
agreed, even if you could get past the smell.  But fair was fair,
Greg had been taught, and although he was sure this particular
situation had never been envisioned when his Dad had first taught
him that, the lesson still applied.

	Marcia reached down and parted the walls of her pussy to
give him a clear view.  She knew as well as he did that the closest
he'd ever come to seeing the core of a woman was the dirty
magazines hidden up in his bedroom.  Greg wanted to take a few
seconds to study it, but was then urged into action by a loud moun
of wanting from Marcia.

	Replacing her hands with his own, he reached out with his
tongue and traced the path his fingers had followed before.  To his
surprise and despite all of the stories to the contrary, the taste
and smell were hardly the worse thing he'd ever encountered.  In
fact, after a few minutes, he'd even grown to like it a little.

	Encouraged by yet another moan of delight, Greg reached
out again and drove his tongue in as far as it would go, savoring
what he now reclassified as sweet nectar.  Up and down he moved
his tongue, coming in even closer at times to wrap his lips around
her excited nub.  Sometimes it was only a touch, other times a
hard caress, but both caused Marcia to bounce up and down on the
couch as she lifted her legs and tossed them over his shoulders.
Her hands came to rest against the back of his head, holding him in
place.

	Greg was hardly a natural born pussy eater, she thought, but
he had a lot of potential.  God knows she'd had a lot worse down
there.  All he needed was a little practice and she was more than
willing to give him the opportunity for that.  She arched her head
back and closed her eyes, letting the waves of delight radiating
from between her legs wash over her.

	"Oh yes...Greg....eat me...."  Marcia yelled as she grabbed
hold of his head and pushed his mouth deeper between her legs.
"Lick my pussy...God....yes!"

	And on it went, for how long neither of them was really sure.
Marcia only knew that at one point, she needed something more.
As enjoyable as his tongue was, she needed something bigger.  She
needed that big, beautiful cock inside of her.

	"I want you to fuck me!"  she cried out, loud enough to be
heard across the empty house.

	Greg stopped and looked up, his face covered with her
sweetness.  Deep in his mind, he quickly ran through the many
dreams he'd had about actually doing it with a girl, and what he
should do next. That he and the girl that was about to take his
cherry were related by marriage was no longer even a distant
concern.  His plan of action decided upon, he started to get up
from between her legs.

	But Marcia wasn't about to have any of that.  As fun as it
had been to let him find his own during the preliminaries, now it
was time for the main event.  She needed to be fucked, and fucked
how she liked it.  This was no longer the time for on the job
training.

	"Just switch places with me on the couch,"  she said to him
as she moved to give up her spot.  "I'll take care of the rest."

	Once Greg was sitting on the couch, Marcia climbed back
onto it, standing all the way up with once leg on each side of Greg.
She bent her knees until she was squatting almost in his lap, her
breasts resting only a few inches from his mouth.  Reaching down,
she took his cock in hand, marveling once more in its length and
hardness as she aimed it straight up.

	Lowering herself a little more, she positioned the head of
his cock at the entrance of her pussy.  Another small drop brought
the head of his cock just inside her, producing mutual gasps from
both her and Greg.  She was as wet as she'd ever been, but she
was still going to have to take it easy, at least at first.  She
pressed down on his cock a little harder, pushing more of it inside
her.

	"Oh that's a tight fit,"  she laughed, looking at Greg who
was wearing an expression that seemed to say he was worried that
it was too big and she would change her mind.  "But its a nice tight
fit."  she reassured him.

	She lifted herself up and down a few more times, sliding
further with each repetition.  Greg was in seventh heaven as the
wet softness wrapped tightly around his manhood.  He reached out
and place one hand on each of her hips to help steady her, but
didn't try to move her one way or the other.  It was still Marcia
who was in total control.

	She had already taken him more than halfway inside of her
when she took a breath and dropped all the way down, expelling
that breath with a great deal of force.  She took a minute to savor
the feeling, never having felt so full inside.  Any other guy after
this, she was now afraid, was going to be a disappointment.

	Slowly at first, then picking up with pace, she began to ride
Greg's cock.  First with caution, then with enthusiasm, and finally
with almost wild abandon.  Her breasts bounced up and down in
front of Greg's face and she leaned forward just enough that he
could press it between them.  She wrapped her arms around his
neck, steadying herself even more as she rocked in just about
every direction.

	"Eat your heart out, Donna,"  she mentally cried out in
triumph.  "I got here first."

	Faster and harder they rocked, with Greg's cock slipping in
and out of her as fast as the both of them could move.  The
tremors oscillating between both their bodies continued to grow in
intensity, coupled with rolling waves of ecstasy that also soon
doubled and tripled in size.  Greg had nothing to compare it to, but
Marcia certainly did.  To just say that it was good would be the
biggest understatement of her life.

	The pressure in Greg's loins was certainly more than it had
been when it had only been Marcia's mouth wrapped around his
cock.  It was only the counter pressure around it that had kept him
from almost immediately exploding.  Even so, eventually the tide
would turn.

	In the meantime, Marcia was enjoying the ride of her life,
taking a moment to regret that they hadn't done this before.  To
think of all the wasted time she'd spent with guys like Doug and
Charley when she had this only a bedroom away.

	A new powerful surge ripped across her body, reminding her
that Greg wasn't the only one very near the edge.  As much as she
hated for the ride to end, she so much wanted to come.  She put
her last once of energy into her efforts, telling Greg to go faster
as well.

	The look on Greg's face told her that he was about to pop
his cork and she wanted to laugh at what an appropriate expression
that was for the occasion.  It certainly was a celebration.  As
before, she wanted him to come inside her, something she only
occasionally let other guys do.  She's been on the pill since she was
sixteen, so that wasn't a concern.

	A few more powerful thrusts were enough to push both of
them to the summit.  They were lucky enough to reach the peak
simultaneously, or at least close enough to not make any
difference.  Marcia climaxed first, sending Greg into orgasm as her
body convulsed and her sugar walls contracted around his cock.

	"Oh God!  Marcia... Marcia... Marcia!"  Greg called out, each
repetition of her name growing louder as he exploded with such
force that he thought he was going to black out.

	But he held on, as did Marcia, and the two of them collapsed
against each other.  Sweat covered their bodies and they felt
totally exhausted,  the most enjoyable exhaustion either of them
had ever imagined.

				-=-=-=-

	They were still sitting there when the movie finished, nude
and interlocked in each other's arms.  Neither wanted to be the
first to move out of the other's embrace.  Both of them realized
that however this had started out, it had ended as more than just
a sexual encounter.  The love they previously shared as siblings had
moved to a different level, one that it was going to take some time
to sort out.

	But that was something to think about tomorrow, or the day
after.  For now they had the rest of the house to themselves and
Greg suggested that maybe it was a good idea after all that Dad
had only put in one shower for them to share.  As they gathered up
their clothes and headed upstairs to it, Marcia took a moment to
hope that Donna had come up with a substitute for Greg tonight.
Because if she had anything to say about it, tomorrow night was
going to be a lonely night for Ms. Burke as well.

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