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Was just posted as a text file but is being reposted as a word
file  because the system ignored the post as a text files and my
account was closed.

This revision clarifies and adds elements to the previous 
versions.

INRODUCTION
WARNING: This story is sexually explicit in nature and 
should not be read by anyone who is under the age of 
18 or a not ready or willing to read such material. 

First Amendment: 
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of 
religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging 
the freedom of religion or of the press; or the right of the 
people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government 
for a redress of grievances. 



1.   About the story Marilyn.
The story is not advocacy fiction it is a way to explore the issue 
of incest and underage sex. The story involves consensual sex 
between a 13 year girl and her father. The story is not 
pornography but it involves explicit sexual activity. 



2.  Statement on incest and under age sex 
I would not want these events to take place in this reality. I 
have never had any interest in real incest but fantasy incest 
seems very different. Actually there seems to be a biological 
aversion to incest.  Usually people are only attracted to close 
relatives when they have been raised apart. However there are 
exceptions.

In the same way sex between adults and children appears so 
risky for both parties that it is something that no moral or sane 
adult would seek. Any sexual relationships can close off choices 
which have to be taken into consideration before an adult can 
morally engage in such a relationship.  Like everything else any 
act might be moral. 

Laws against incest and underage sex seem to make sense 
because the potential for abuse is too great. In an incestuous 
relationship or a relationship with someone who is under age, 
the difference in power between the two maybe so great, that 
there can be no consent.  This is not always the case but laws 
are made for the greatest good for the greatest number and 
are not made for any one individual case. If an act is kept 
private and no one is hurt then it's no one else's business. Once 
it becomes public or once someone is hurt then it become 
society's business.      

It seems we are trapped in own hysteria. We seem to be 
moving to a point where masturbation and lustful thoughts are 
treated more harshly then murder. With out knowledge we 
can't address any problem. All we do know is some people have 
been hurt terribly and some people are being punished even 
though they don't seem to have hurt anyone.

The hysteria about this subject is at such a peak, in this 
society, that there is no rational way to examine the issue.  If 
one tries to discuss the issue then one risks being labeled as an 
offender. The same problem exists with studies or reports 
because, if people who have had either experience, report 
honestly they are likely be exposed to legal problems or public 
embarrassment. The only people who are likely to take such a 
risk are those who have an ax to grind either way and they can 
not be trusted to tell the truth. As for anonymous reports they 
can never be trusted. Consequently it seems that fiction is the 
only way to examine the issue at this time



This story takes place in the same universe as the story a 
HOME INVASION by Ho Masubi (MF rom cons inc) If you like 
either story you are likely to like the other



Any comments are welcome. Please remove the letter x from 
the following email address and send comments to  
homasubiX@fastmail.fm





MARILYN


I got up late at least late for Georgia.  I flew in from Atlanta last
night. It was my first day in New York City.  My Dad lives on Washington
Square in Greenwich Village, New York.  We lived in Gainesville, Georgia
before my mother died.  My father's name is Major Brown.  Major is his
first name not his rank.  He isn't in the army but he was and he was a
major but now he's a business executive.  He used to be a big executive in
Atlanta.  He ran the number one or number two soft drink company in the
world, depending on who's counting.  Once my mom died he became a big New
York executive.  He tried to dump me with my Auntie Clair in Holly Springs.
She tried to be nice but I wasn't going be dumped and forgotten by my
father.  I started acting like a brat and it didn't take long before Aunty
called dad and begged him to take me.  Dad didn't even spend any time with
me.  I came on Sunday night and he was off to work Monday.

   He said I would be safe enough in Greenwich Village He told me had a
friend named Ola who agreed to look after me during the day when he was
wasn't there.  He said Ola lived next door and worked down the street at
place called Camera.  I thought it must have been a camera store.  That
wasn't so bad because I like to take pictures.  He said he set up some
accounts for me in the stores in the area so I could get clothes and stuff.
I know he wanted me to get clothes.  It embarrassed him that I wore baggy
jeans and sweatshirts.  I know he also wanted me to get a hair cut but I
liked the way I looked given that fact that I am ugly.  The kids back home
used tease me about my looks and being clumsy.  They said I had two left
feet.  Sometimes people would say that I was pretty just to make fun of me.
But a 13 year old girl who's 5" 8' with a big mouth full of straight teeth
and outsized eyes is more like a monster then a girl.  Beside I have a
birth defect I was born missing some ribs which gave me a 20" waist.  Maybe
some people would have said my tits were nice but they weren't ever going
to see them.  I covered them up with a baggy sweat shirt.  A 13 year old
isn't supposed to have a C cup and a 38 inch chest.



   I didn't have to worry about school it was nearly May and my dad felt
that he should just start me in the fall.  The problem was I wouldn't be
meeting anyone until September.  It looks like I had a long boring summer
ahead of me.  The place was not as big as our house but in is own way it
was much nicer.  It had everything and I must say dad spared no expense
when it came to my room.  It even has a large screen TV and every video
game on the face of the Earth, like I cared.  He must have thought I would
say cooped up in this place all summer.  Well this is one Georgia girl who
going to explore.



   Washington Square was great.  It had a big arch, trees and benches.  In
a funny way Greenwich Village was like a village.  I guess that's why they
call The Village.  I wandered around Washington Square.  There was a school
on one side and stores and houses on the other.  I went in and out of some
restaurants.  I was hungry and I had credit cards and money but I didn't
exactly know what to do.  Do you just go in and sit down or what?  Then by
accident, I opened the door to a beauty pallor and I was greeted by some
man saying, "Marilyn it's: It's really you.  You are more beautiful then I
thought." I hated people making fun of me so I turned around and left.  The
guy followed me out of the door and caught up with me when I was in the
middle of the street.  "Please, please I am so sorry for what ever I have
done.  My name is Ola." You know it's funny I never thought he was a
pervert or dangerous.  "Ola, my dad told me about you." "He did?  Oh yes he
did." "He didn't tell you my name was Marilyn did he?" "Oh no what is your
name?" "Dad named me Marilyn but I hate that name.  I'm Georgia: I named
myself." He extended his hand.  I put out my hand and he kisses it and
gives a little bow.  I tell him not act silly or to make fun of me.  He
apologizes again asked to be of service."



   I told him I didn't need anything.  He said, "Now, you are being silly I
can see you need some breakfast.  Come on girl.  Let's get out of the
street and get you your breakfast." He took me by the arm and we started
walking down the sidewalk.  "You are right I am starving.  I just flew in
from Atlanta, last night and that last thing I had was diner on the plane."
"You poor thing you should never ever eat airline food." Wait!  "Oh my God,
it's you.  "You said that." "Your father told me about you?  "I said that."
"Now I am all mixed up.  I thought you were..." Then he stopped and held me
at arms length.  His eyes grew big.  He looked happy and shocked at the
same time.  He gave me hug and said "It's you.  It's you.  Then we
continued down the sidewalk and he kept raving, you have no idea, do you?
"What do you mean?  You keep saying the same thing." "I'm sorry it's just
the way you look." He must have just realized how awful I looked but I had
agreed to go to breakfast with him so I was stuck."



   "Here we are dearie." I looked up and we were standing in front of a
place called the Pink Teacup.  I asked him if it was a gay place.  "No
darling it's Southern.  We just came in and sat down.  Ola gestured at one
of the waiters and he brought me eggs, sausages, grits and biscuits, just
like home.  Ola, had coffee and some rolls.  "You need a good breakfast on
your first day; if you want anything; if you really, really want it, Ola
will get it for you no matter what.



   Now, let me explain myself as best I can.  I was expecting you.  Your
father and I are close friends.  When he told me you were coming to live
with him.  I offered to look after you when he was at work.  When I help
people and expect nothing in return what I get back is usually far greater
then I could imagine.  I offered to help because a young girl needs someone
to watch out for her.  Now it turns out you were someone that I wanted to
meet for my whole life." I didn't know her name or where she was from.  She
was someone who I wanted to protect and help." I figured at that point that
he was completely nuts.  Then he got nervous, and said, "Don't worry I'm
gay.  We both laughed.  It was clear that he was nuts but; harmless.  He
added, "Just think of me as your Fairy Godmother"



   He wondered about dad and said, "Where's your father?" "Oh he left for
work before I got up." "The cad didn't spend your first day here with you
and help you get settled.  Tell me all about your trip.  There was nothing
to tell really.  "It was boring because I can't sleep on a plane.  Dad
picked me up in a limo and we drove here.  He showed me my room and told me
to go to sleep.  Then when I woke up he had already left for work." "Well
then I will help you get settled.  I could tell you needed a real
breakfast" "It reminded me of home.  In Georgia people take breakfast
seriously.  Usually I don't eat meat but today was an exception." "Well
that explains why your skin is so great but how did you get so thin.  Who
is your trainer?  Tell me and I will have him shipped up here immediately.
My girls need him." "You have been living in New York too long.  I don't
have a trainer.  I don't eat sugar which keeps me thin and my teeth cavity
free.  I also walk a lot, at least 10 miles a day.  I spend most of my time
in the woods taking pictures of the Chestatee River." "Chestatee you don't
say.  That's where I got my start taking pictures of the Chestatee.  I grew
up in Dahlonega..." "I'm from Gainesville.  That's how you know my father."




   "I have to see your pictures.  Did you bring them with you?" "Does a
duck swim?  Of course I did." "Ok, so after breakfast we will go to your
place and I will help you unpack and then we will look at your pictures."
"But don't you have to go back to work.  My dad said you worked in a camera
store." "That sounds like your dad.  I own Camera, that's where we met;
it's a hair salon.  I also own a photography studio called Camera.  I
mostly run the place.  Other people take the pictures for advertising and
fashion.  I take portraits and do a few fashion shoots a year.  My time is
my own.



   Now there's something I need to tell you.  I didn't meet your dad in
Gainesville; I met your dad in Atlanta.  He helped me get my book

   published.  It was a book of portraits of prisoners who were confined in
Wilcox State Prison.  I started taking pictures of prisoners of who were
going home because they wanted people to recognize them.  Soon I was taking
pictures of everyone in the prison.



   I was there because I was convicted of murdering my mother.  Our house
blew up when I was in town drunk.  It was a leaky gas main but they tried
to cover it up by blaming me.  People heard me and mother arguing about my
going out with someone named Alex.  I saw Alex that night and got so drunk
that I didn't remember what happened." "That morning around 3 am a gas main
broke under the house and exploded.  If I only had been there..." "What
could you have done?" "I don't know but I will never forgive myself.  I
didn't fight the charges: I felt I deserved to go to prison.



   The next two and a half years were, in away, the greatest years of my
life.  I started out helping the inmates who were about to be released, by
taking their portraits, so people could recognized them when they got home.
Soon I was taking everyone's picture.  It was then that I learned that I
was a great portrait photographer, maybe the best.



   After I was released I got big settlement from the state and met the
Governor who apologized.  I asked him to help me get my book of portraits
published.  He sent me to meet with your father.  Your dad had his company
start their own publishing division so they could publish my book.  They
published all my books including several other books that I did on
prisoners.  My book helped your father's company and made me famous." I
knew the story had to have been true but there was something wrong or
something he was leaving out.



   Before we left I asked him if he made up his name like I did.  "No I got
it honestly.  My name really is Ola: Ola Jackson actually.  My family name
is Jackson.  It's a good Southern name.  I got the name Ola from my mother.
She was Portuguese.  She met my father when he was in the Navy and

   stationed in Portugal.  After they were married he left the service and
brought my mother back to Georgia.  My dad worked for Jackson Electric, no
relation, as a lineman.  They lived together presently enough for 2 years
except for one thing, mother wanted to have a child.  When my father was
hit by lighting at work and killed, mother was heartbroken.  She was afraid
that she would never have a child.  She went to the doctor to see if she
was pregnant but the doctor said she wasn't.  She kept insisting that she
was pregnant but everyone thought she was crazy.  Six months after my
father died she went to the hospital insisting she was in labor.  The
doctors thought that she was just pretending but they kept her for
observation.  I was born in the hospital bed not the delivery room.  The
first thing mother said to me was 'ola' meaning hello so she called me Ola.
Mother believed that if you wished for something hard enough, sometimes it
just happens.  She said she wished me into existence."



   And talking about wishes what think you want isn't what you really want.
You think you want to be important but already are important." "No one ever
said that about me before, how can you be so sure?" "I know I am right
because I a never wrong about these things.  I can see it written all over
you: I'm a photographer.  What intrigues me is I have never

   have seen a girl who is so invested in herself." "I decided to claim
myself because no one else would but what I want to know what you think my
real wish is." "What you really want is for people to recognize you, for
the important person that you already are." "I don't care if you are a
photographer, you can't possible see that?" "I don't have to see, it.  I
know you want recognition because that's why you came to New York: That's
why everyone comes to New York."



   We went back to the apartment and Ola helped me put my stuff away and
arraigned some furniture in my room.  He made me show him my pictures.  We
took them over to his place because he said the light was better.  Instead
of going out the front door we went through our living room out through the
French Doors on to a balcony that overlooked a park with a flower garden in
the backyard of the building.  The balcony was connected to Ola's living
room.



   He had a table in his living room near a window and used it to look at
the pictures.  He told me to look around his apartment while he looked at
my pictures.  He said he didn't want me standing next to him worrying about
what he thought.  His apartment was so beautiful I was embarrassed

   about my pictures.  The place had beautiful furniture and was filled
art: paintings, sculpture, photographs.  Most of the photographs were of
Marilyn Monroe.  There was an alcove that was set up like a shrine.  In the
center of it was a nude autographed picture of her.  I was looking at it
when I heard Ola who was standing behind me say, "That picture is only one
in existence I bought it at auction last year." "She is so beautiful." "But
so alone." I was surprised.  I didn't know that much about her.  "I thought
she was a movie star?" "She was, but she was so much more

   beautiful then anyone else at that time that no one was like her.  She
gave the world so much beauty but the people she loved abandoned her.



   Come let's look at your pictures.  They are quite good.  Let me show
you." We went back to the table where he was looking at my pictures.  He
had four prints separated from the rest.  After we went over them together
he said, "How would you like to be my assistant?  Better yet how would you
like to be my apprentice?  I will teach you photography and about New York
and I will get the help that I need." His offer was such a shock I just
nodded, yes.  Before we went to his studio we went to the beauty pallor;
the shop as he called it.  We went the back way, downstairs, out the
backdoor, through the garden in the back of the building, to an alley that
ran to the back door of the shop.  After that Ola had someone call for a
car to take us uptown.



   Each day Ola and I would go uptown, in the late morning, to his studio.
He taught me about photography and the business.  He even took to me up to
Connecticut to teach me about taking nature pictures.  I worked on his
photo shoots.  I learned everything from makeup and lighting to setting up
the camera equipment.  He had plenty of help but there always something
that needed to be done and I did it.



   Every photo shoot was special.  Ola only shot famous people or special
fashion events like Full Frontal Fashion.  We took pictures of the
president when he came to town.  We also did publicity photos for the new
James Bond film, which was coming out in the fall.  All the actors were
nice expect for the actress who played Bond's love interest.  The new Bond
Girl was a real bitch.  She actually seemed jealous of me and asked me to
leave the set.



   At night we would go out for dinner to some posh place and then either
to the theater or a party.  He dressed me up like a boy and told everyone
my name was George.  I always wore sneakers and black baggy jeans,
something to cover up my boobs, a turtle neck and a very expensive sports
jacket.  It was just like Ola said rich people can see money and the jacket
impressed them.  I also wore sun glasses to cover my face and Ola puffed up
my hair so it look like hay and "styled it" so it covered my face.



   Its funny, I liked, being a girl and dressing like a boy.  I hated being
a boy and dressing like one.  The more I did it the more I wanted to wear a
dress and be, God forbid, feminine.  As a boy I did get to hear a lot of
stuff girls don't get to hear.  I also learned how to act like a boy which
helped me understand men more.  The worse of it was using the men's room. I
was usually able to avoid it but Ola said if I had to go I was to use the
men's room.  I don't know why men put up with smell: Even the nicest ones
were dirty.



   Everyone wondered who I was.  Ola was very protective.  He kept me with
him all the time and wouldn't let anyone talk to me; like he was jealous.
Certainly it made Ola seem very gay.  There were columns about me in the
paper.  'Who is the young man that Ola takes to all the parties?' I often
would tease Ola by asking him which would make them more shocked

   the fact that I was 13 or that I was a girl?  They also wondered why he
wouldn't let me drink alcohol or stay out much after midnight.  Afterwards
Ola would ask me questions about the people and have me do imitations of
them.



   Ola also took pictures of me, lots of them.  He had my father's
permission of course.  After my father saw some of them he signed a release
saying Ola could take what ever pictures he wanted as long as he didn't
sell them.  Every photo session was totally private no one, absolutely no
one, was allowed on the set.  They weren't modeling pictures they were just
pictures so me.  I was nude in some of the pictures.  He also took pictures
of me in dresses and formal wear.  After a while I got used to wearing
dresses and actually began to like wearing them.  Ola said that no matter
what the pictures belonged to me and even I couldn't release them until I
was 21.  I hated them because I still looked ugly and vowed that when I was
21 that they would be burned.



   Ola's sent me to his trainer.  The trainer said he never saw anyone in
better shape.  He said that I needed to build up my butt and gave me some
exercises.  I never heard of someone's butt being too small but I did as he
asked.  I also a played lot of paddle ball with the models my age who
worked at Ola's.  They all were great kids.  They never teased me about my
looks like the kids did back in Georgia.  Actually most of them treated me
like I was attractive which made me feel accepted.



   I was able to win most of my games because sooner or later because most
of the other kids would get tired, even the boys.  The only girl who gave
me any trouble was Jill Davenport.  She was a lot smaller then I was but
she was very quick and very strong for her size.  What really made her hard
to play was she was so tricky.  If I looked at her to try and tell where
the ball was going she would always fool me.  She could hit ball in one
direction and make it seem like she hit the other way.



   Jill and I became good friends.  We met on a shoot for Full Frontal
Fashion which was the most prestigious fashion show of the year.  She just
started working with Ola and she didn't know him very well.  She used to
work with Max Steinberg but there was some scandal over an ad for jeans. 
People complained that the ads made Jill look too sexy, which was funny
because compared to most of the models, Jill was very conservative.



   Jill was also a lot of fun.  She was always playing head games.  Every
day she would have a new story where she either contracted a new disease or
was having an affair with someone famous.  She taught me a lot about people
and how to know what their fantasies were just by looking at them.  We used
to watch old movies and she showed me what the stars were really like
underneath it all in real life and how lonely some of them were and how
much they wanted love.  She said that being beautiful

   doesn't stop you from being alone.  Jill said that her father ignored
her and her mother hated her and she didn't know what to do about it.





   She taught me how to appear sexy without changing my appearance.  She
said people are controlled by their fantasies and if you know what their
fantasies are you can control them.  We would watch movies again and again
and then Jill would have me imitate the actors.  Then she showed me how to
take what I learned watching movies and apply it in real life while
sounding natural.  She also taught me to trap people eyes.  If you have big
blue eyes like mine and you look into people's eyes a certain way they just
stare at you and it's hard for them to look away.  That plus using what I
learned listening to sexy movie stars and it was clear that even I could
have an affect on men.  I could even trick some of the photographers into
flirting with me.  I found that with hard work and practice even an ugly
girl like me could attract men.  Not that I ever did anything like that
with Ola: He had no idea what Jill was teaching me.



   The one guy who I had no affect on was Brian who was the gayest guy I
ever met.  Brian was kind of klutzy but he meant well and was totally loyal
to Ola.  He started working with Ola after Ola saved him from a gay
bashing. Brian was in love with Ola and was always trying to seduce him
with no effect.  Brian said that Ola never had boyfriend or a girlfriend.



   Then there was Ragnar.  Ola swore that it was his real name.  He handled
security for Ola.  Somehow he earned the right to wear Hells Angles colors
even though he really wasn't in the club.  He and I became friends and he
really opened up to me.  I asked him a lot of questions about Ola because
there was something about him that didn't fit.  Ragnar told me a lot of
about Ola and things about himself that he never told anyone else.  Ragnar
said Ola was the bravest most honorable person that he ever met.  He said
he met Ola when they were in prison together in Georgia.  He said he didn't
even know Ola when Ola risked his life to save him from being raped.  He
said that some people were Ola's girls, even guys, and he would get them
anything that they wanted no matter what.  He said that Ola made sure that
no one hurt his girls or if they did he made sure that they very, very
sorry that they did.



   I got to see what he meant first hand one day when Ola and I were

   hanging out at his office.  He got a call on his private line from Lana.
She was a model who used to work with Ola.  She quit modeling and moved to
California after she married Jarrah Willit.  Willit was a famous Australian
action movie star.  Every movie of his, had the same plot he plays a
martial arts expert who goes undercover and gets caught in a fight between
the between the good guys and the bad guys.  The film always ends the same
way with him beating everyone up.



   Lana was hysterical: I could hear her crying on the phone.  Jarrah beat
her up and she called Ola for help.  I never saw anyone move so fast.  He
got Ragnar and they headed for the airport.  He assigned me to do all the
dog work.  I had to start off by calling the mayor and telling him that his
photo shoot had to be rescheduled.  Then I got Brian and told him what
happened and he took care of the business part.  Ola called from the plane
and told me he had gotten the use of a furnished apartment close by the
studio.  I got the keys and checked the place out.  It was a mess.  I
started working cleaning up the place; the next thing I knew it was 9 pm
and someone was buzzing to get in.  I looked at the monitor, of the lobby,
and I saw two big thugs ringing the buzzer.  I was scared at first until I
remembered that Ola called and told me he was sending over some security
people.  After they said they knew Ragnar and showed me their Hells Angles
colors I let them in.  People in New York don't go around pretending to be
Hells Angles at least not for very long.



   I was there when Lana came in the next day with Ola and Ragnar.  Her
nose was broken and she had two black eyes.  She also had a lot of bruises
on her body.  She didn't want anyone to see her.  Ola stayed with her the
first night.  After that the place filled up with help but there was still
plenty to do.  Mostly I spend my time doing errands for Ola or waiting in
his office for his instructions.  We all knew that Jarrah would come after
her.  It was just a matter of time.  About week after Lana came in I got an
anonymous call on Ola's private line that Jarrah was spotted in New York.
The person hung up before I could ask any questions.  No one was around who
could help.  Ola's cell phone was turned off and so was Ragnar's.  Lana's
apartment didn't have a phone: Everyone uses cells.  I got a taxi and went
over to Lana's.  I didn't know what I was going to do.  I only hoped that
Ola was there.



   When I walked into Lana's building I saw Ola struggling with someone in
the stairway leading to the basement.  I ran to the stairway but by the
time I got there they disappeared.  I carefully snuck down stairs.  I
wanted to help Ola with out getting myself into trouble.  There was a hall
at the base of the stairs and I heard Ola talking to someone.  "Get the
handcuffs off of him Ragnar." I snuck down the hall and at the end of the
hall there was a large basement room.  Ola was holding someone who was
wearing handcuffs.  Ragnar had a baseball bat under his arm and he was
taking the handcuffs off the guy.  I couldn't see him at first but when he
spoke with his Australian accent I knew it had to be Jarrah Willit.  He was
rubbing his wrists.  He turned and looked at Ola.  "So what are you going
to do now have your Hells Angel friend try to beat me with a baseball bat?
Let him try.  I'll take it away from him and shove it up his arse." Ola was
like a different person.  He was pacing back and forth like a cat.  Not a
housecat more like a tiger.  Actually more like a man a real man: strong,
powerful, and deadly.  He said, "You maybe right about Ragnar but he isn't
going to be fighting you." "So, Lana's queer friend is going to teach me a
lesson?" "At this point you can insult me all you want, because, sir I am
going to give you a good thrashing." Jarrah laughed and said, I'm 6"4' and
you are 5" 10' and I'm 240 and your about 170 lbs." "Size doesn't mean
anything to me, Mr.  Willit." Willit smiled and said, "I really am the
person you see in the movies.  I was All Pacific Tae Kwon Do champion 4
years running and won mixed martial arts competition in Japan, Australia
and China.  Where did you learn to fight faggot?"



   Suddenly he punched Ola in the face.  He stayed close to Ola punching
him again and again.  I thought he was going to kill him.  I almost ran out
to help when Ola had some how wrapped himself around Jarrah's arm

   and there was a loud crack.  Jarrah fell on the floor.  "You broke my
arm.  Are you satisfied?" Ola was back on his feet still holding Jarrah's
arm.  He bent the arm at the elbow and rotated the arm back over Jarrah's

   shoulder.  There was another loud crack and Jarrah started screaming. 
Ola seemed very calm, "I learned to fight in Prison, asshole.

   Let's see I broke your elbow your shoulder and your nose.  I knew I
forgot something." He punched Jarrah on the bridge of the nose and it
exploded with blood.  Then he started kicking Jarrah until he threw up. 
"In prison they used to make guys like you into women." Then I saw
something I never thought I would ever see.  Willit was on his knees.  He
bent over holding himself off the floor with his head.  He started pulling
down his pants with his uninjured arm.  "I'll give you what you want.  I'll
give you what you want.  Just don't be so rough." At first Ola didn't know
what to do.  I never saw anyone look so shocked and disgusted at the same
time.  Ola grabbed Willit's pony tail and yanked him back on his butt.  He
said, "And they think I am gay and you're straight.  I am not gay but if I
were I wouldn't fuck you with Ragnar's dick.  You disgust me.



   What's the matter couldn't you get it up for a beautiful lady?" "I could
only do her when I was drunk." Ola shook his head and said, "I knew you
were gay but I thought my doubts about you were prejudice.  Guy guys
sometime make the best husbands and she was so in love." Jarrah said, "When
she found out I only married her to silence the rumors about me being gay
she threatened to go to the papers." "Well that wasn't very nice; I will
have a talk with her.  But she is one of my girls and no one hurts my
girls.



   Now here is what is going to happen.  Lana will be here for a few
months. She needs counseling and after that she will be working in Europe."
"Isn't it stupid telling me where she going." "It's an act of kindness, far
better then you deserve.  You better keep track of her because if you two
are in the same city you will die." Ola kicked him again, "Do you
understand, you sack of shit." All Jarrah could do was nod yes and throw
up. "If you send any message to her or talk about her you will die.  If you
mention her in an interview or answer any questions about her you will die.
You won't contest the divorce either.  The papers have already been filed.
Even if she tries to see you it makes no difference.  If you two are in the
same city you will die and you will see it coming.



   There are Hells Angles every where, even in Australia.  Hells Angles are
only a small part of my contacts.  Everyone likes to look good.  I probably
have taken the pictures of more murders and psychopaths then any one else.
I know I have taken more pictures of Heads of State then anyone else.  If
you are anybody I probably have taken your picture.  Need I say more? 
Everyone wants to look good.  There is no where that you can go or nothing
that you can do that I won't know about.



   Now we come to why I brought my friend Ragnar along.  Mr.  Willit have
you ever heard the term guts meaning courage.  He kicked Jarrah in the arm
before he had a chance to respond.  Jarrah screamed and rolled over on his
back.  There was no resistance left.  "Yes, Yes.  I know what you mean."
"If people get the right type of internal injuries they become very
fearful. It always works.  You are so dumb you will probably forget about
this beating in a week and get brave again." Jarrah shook his head saying
that this was something he would never forget.  "But after Ragnar is
finished with you won't get brave ever again.  It takes a lot of skill to
break someone up inside and not kill them.  That's Ragnar's talent.  He is
so good that he can write his own ticket.  It's lucky for me that he likes
to work for me and unlucky for you, very unlucky.



   I had seen enough.  I tried to slip away but as I was moving down the
hall when I heard some one yelling so I ran.  I ran up stairs and through
the lobby; into the street.  I ran and ran for I don't know how long and
then I slammed into someone and we fell down.  Who ever he was, he held me
as we fell, taking the brunt of the fall onto the sidewalk.  I looked up
and it was Ola.  "I am not going to hurt you.  Don't be afraid..." I was up
and on top of him hitting him and crying.  "I am not afraid I am not afraid
of you.  Never say I doubt you." He gently held my arms until I stopped
struggling.  "Why were you hitting me?" "You think I'm stupid.  You think I
am afraid.  A Southern Gentleman doesn't hurt ladies; even I know that. 
You're my hero: I love you." "Love me?" "You are real man: You risked jail
protecting Lara's honor.  You're my hero." He helped me up.  "Then why are
you crying?" 'Why am I crying?  Why am I crying?  I'm just a girl.  I never
saw anyone beat up before." We both laughed.  I kissed him on the lips and
hugged him.  When I hugged him he winced "Are you hurt?" "I think you hurt
my shoulder when you ran into me." "I hurt you, after you just beat up the
world's biggest badass?" We started to laugh again.  I was so upset that I
laughed and cried at the same time.



   "He was punching you in the face.  Didn't it hurt?" "Oh it hurt.  He's
really knows karate and he hits like a Georgia Mule but I didn't get hurt
because I was slipping his punches: His punches were only grazing my face.
I wanted him to hit me so I could grab his arm and break his elbow." "You
let him punch you in the face?  I will never understand men but you were so
brave." I kissed him again but this time I was careful not to hurt him. 
Then I pulled myself together and hailed a cab.  I took Ola to his doctor
and the doctor bandaged his shoulder and gave him a shot for the pain.



   It was after that that I finally felt I knew Ola well enough to trust
him.  It was about a week after the fight that I finally got up the nerve
to tell him my big secret.  I went to the shop early before we usually go
uptown and asked to talk to him in his office.  Once we were alone I
started to get nervous.  Ola must have thought that I was going to leave.
"Georgia you know you can trust me." "After you protected Lana I know I can
trust you but I am afraid you will be ashamed of me." Ola looked surprised
and said, "Ashamed?  After the way you helped me with Lana you are my hero.
I don't know any one who could have done a better job.  You were there for
me and I will be there for you.  I am a photographer and I know you.  You
may think its bad but it's really not that bad.  You know that you can tell
your fairy Godmother anything."



   "It's terrible.  I want to have sex my father." Ola smiled, "Half of the
girls in the city either are having sex with their fathers or wish they
were.  Believe me when it comes to sex in this city I know everything.  If
it's an older guy you want I could arrange something." "Sure like I want to
screw some 40 year old businessman who is fat and bald.  I rather screw
you." Ola jumped out of his chair.  I never saw him react like that before.
I could tell right away he wasn't angry.  I don't think he knew what he
felt but I did.  He sat down quickly and regained his composure.  "Your
father really is a hunk.  He could easily make six figures as a model if he
wanted to, but that not the reason is it?" "I am attracted to him but I
want to be special to him because he's important.  It's like his life is a
movie where he is the star and everyone in my family, me included, is an
extra.  We aren't even actors we're extras.  We just stand in the
background but we don't even get to say anything.  I want to say something.
I want to be someone."



   "First of all when did you decide to seduce him?" "I don't know it seems
I always wanted him but after he moved to New York I really started

   thinking about it." "Ok, did you act on an impulse or did you have a
plan?" "Both, I was trying to put together a plan when I just acted.  Jill,
you know, Jill Davenport was helping me" "Well that's a shock." "People
think she is a prude but she just doesn't like models getting ahead through
sex.  She says girls shouldn't be prostitutes.  She said she almost wished
her father would do her so he would pay attention to her." "Well you could
have no better teacher me included.  She is best model that I have ever
seen.  She can read people in an instant and she can act, but why didn't
you ask me for help?" "I was afraid to tell anyone.  I wouldn't have said
anything to Jill except she brought it up.  After we got to know each other
she told me the first thing she noticed about me was I had a fantasy about
seducing my father.  She offered to help.  She got me to take better care
of myself like letting my nails grow.  She sent me to a doctor who helped
me get ready for sex and prescribed birth control pills.  She gave me some
exercises to do so it wouldn't hurt to have sex the first time.  She taught
me a lot about sex like how to kiss and act like I was attractive."



   "Still you should have come to me." "I didn't trust you until after the
fight.  There was something about you that I didn't understand now I know I
can trust you." Ola shook his head and said, "Didn't you know that you are
one of my girls." "You never said I was until now.  Now that I know I am
one of your girls you have my promise.  If I ever try anything like this
again I will tell you."



   "Ok, that's settled.  When did you start trying to seduce him?" "It was
right after Lana came to town.  Seeing her made me decide to try it.  I was
supposed to wait until Jill said I was ready.  She said she had a plan all
worked out for me but if I tried it on my own I would blow it.  I think
that she was hoping that I would change my mind." "It seems that Jill
doesn't know everything.  Once you decide to do something nothing can stop
you." "I haven't seen her in nearly a month.  I know she is very busy
trying to get some big contract.  I hadn't seen her for two weeks before
Lana came to town.  Seeing what happened to Lana made me feel impatient

   and I went ahead on my own.  I started rubbing my breasts in his back
and walking out of the shower nude.  Then I even put on skirt and spread my
legs for him but he just looked away.  He just ignored me like he always
does."



   "Well he won't be ignoring you.  Wait just a damn minute what you are
going to do the next day?" "The next day?" "This isn't a movie where they
roll the credits when your dad kisses you.  There is another scene.  You
wake up next to him in his bed, then what?" "Oh god I didn't think of
that." "Well you must" "I only want to do it once and disappear." "Like
Cinderella, that's crazy?" He look down and said, "But you really want this
so.  God let me think." He closed his eyes and bent his head.  The he
leaned back, held his head and looked up.  "Oh my God I am a Fairy

   Godmother.  I've got it.  You can appear out of nowhere and then
disappear only to reappear like butterfly." "What are you talking about?"
He took his hands away and looked straight at me and said "I am sorry but
being a genius isn't easy.  There will be a sexy Georgia who will appear
out of nowhere.  Then she will disappear only to be replaced by a

   beautiful woman who will be both daughter and escort for you father.



   Here is how we are going to do it.  The day before your rendezvous with
dad you will have a makeover, an extreme makeover.  It will be so extreme
that he won't recognize you.  Then after a night of wild sex you will slip
away when he is asleep.  Then the next day you will have another extreme
makeover.  It will be so extreme that your father won't recognize you from
the night before." "Ola nobody can do that." "Nobody but me that is, It's
going to work because your father isn't rational when it comes to one
woman. Your father and I share an obsession.  We both love the same woman
and you will be that woman for one night." "Who?" "Why do you think your
father called you Marilyn?" "No, you can't mean?" "Yes, Georgia your real
name is Marilyn and I am going to turn into Marilyn, Marilyn Monroe.



   Before I could say anything we went into the shop and pulled everyone
in. "This is going got be quick because I know some of you are busy.  This
it top priority.  Georgia is going to be having an extreme makeover soon. I
don't know when so don't ask.  I need a total written evaluation ASAP. 
That's: hair skin nails.  Then take samples and send them out to

   the lab.  After you are done send her up to the studio.  I will be
waiting and I need to take a lot of pictures." I was still in shock.  I
went out into the office and they started working on me.  Then they sent me
up to the studio.  Ola had everything set up for the pictures.  He took all
sorts of pictures both digital and film.  He even took infrared and
ultraviolet pictures.



   After he was finished we sat down and went over everything.  Ola said,
"We have two weeks to pull it off.  It's going to be tight but we can do
it. Thankfully I already know your hair nails and skin are in top shape. 
The whole thing is perfect because you were going to have a make over

   anyway.  I have already been planning it for over a month.  I knew you
wanted to go places with your father and be his escort.  I talked him into
taking you to a gala at the Lincoln Center which will be taking place in
two weeks.  "He never told me anything about it." Ola shook his head and
said, "He doesn't deserve you but his indifference will make our job
easier.



   I have been training you to be your father's escort with out your

   knowledge." "You mean, kind of like the movie Karate Kid where he
teaches the kid wax on and wax off." "Just like wax on wax off, only it was
going to the theater and parties and wearing evening dresses for pictures."
"You did that for me?  You knew about my fantasy." "Yes, I saw something in
you that Jill didn't see.  I must admit that I feel jealous of her.  Here
she is a little slip of a girl and she sees something about one of my girls
that I missed.  I hate to think what she will be like when she gets to be
my age.



   What makes this perfect is the day before you go to the gala it's a full
moon; the second full moon of the month and that makes it a Blue

   Moon." Ola could see from my expression that I didn't know what he
meant. "A full moon comes every 28 days so having two full moons in a month
only happens rarely.  It's nothing really, but there is an urban legend
about the Blue Moon being magical.  Your father really is a brilliant man
when it comes to business but he is often unaware and gullible when it
comes to things that are happening around him.  We know what his fantasy is
and with that knowledge, we can make him

   believe that the Blue Moon is really magic.



   That night Ola had my dad come over to his place to tell him that his
fantasy was going to be fulfilled.  He wanted me to eavesdrop from the
bedroom so I knew the plan.  "Major it will be a Blue Moon in two

   weeks." "Don't tell me that you believe in that nonsense?" "Haven't I
done the miraculous for you at times?" "Yes you have done things that could
only be described as magical." "Well in two weeks on the night of the Blue
Moon I will give you your fantasy, if you want it." "Impossible." It got
real ironic at that point.  "You can't be mean Marilyn?" "Yes I am talking
about Marilyn.  She isn't Marilyn Monroe of course but someone as
beautiful; a blond bomb shell.  She will be an up dated version of her. 
She will be taller and thinner and her face will be as beautiful." "What am
I going to have to do?" "First you will have to accept that Marilyn will
appear as an act of magic on my part.  You must give me your word that you
won't be asking me who she really is or investigating where she came from
or try to find her." "Ok, if this happens then I will really owe you."



   "On Friday August 30th after you leave for work you won't go back to
your place until its 9 pm.  Instead you will come here between 6 and 7 pm
for dinner.  Along with dinner we will be having a few drinks and we will
be smoking marijuana." "Marijuana?  I don't do drugs." "Come on, you told
that me you smoked before and you inhaled." "I was young then.  I don't
want a scandal." "Well this night will also be a scandal so if you don't
want it?" "Now wait a minute.  I didn't say I wouldn't do it.  I will do
what ever it takes." "Ok that's better." "What about Georgia?" "Don't worry
she is going to be staying at a friend's house.  I already made the
arrangements.  You will have their phone number."



   "Speaking of Georgia, remember the very next night will be her debut as
your escort.  Have you gotten the tickets for the gala at the Lincoln
Center and have you told Georgia that you are taking her?" "The mayor
already had two tickets sent over to my office.  I haven't had a chance to
talk to Georgia lately.  She has been spending a lot of time with your
friend Lana, but we are going out for dinner tonight.  She isn't going to
be wearing jeans to the Gala, is she?" "No, I will transform your little
girl into a woman with the help of the Blue Moon." "My dad gave a chuckle
and said, "That Blue Moon must be really big mojo, eh." "Major you have no
idea.  On that night she will be totally changed.  Her hair will be cut and
a new color.  She won't be dressed like a little girl.  She will be wearing
an evening gown.  She will be an adult and great escort for you.  You need
to discuss the whole thing with her tonight.  I think you will be surprised
about how sophisticated she is.  She will be staying overnight at a friend
house on the 30th.  You won't be seeing her until 6 pm on the 31st unless
you join us at Camera of course.  It's there that she will be having a
total make over.  I doubt that you will recognize her.  On the night you go
to the gala take her to a nice place for dinner; brief her and have the two
of you work out a game plan for the night."



   The next two weeks were very busy.  The only thing that stayed the same
was my working out and doing the exercises that Jill gave me to do; it
involved squeezing my pussy.  The doctor it called them kegel exercises.  I
don't think that Jill knew it was called that.  I did it all the time
anyway and I could do it for hours.  I also worked on something Jill showed
me about not having a gag reflex.



   Ola and I brought a whole fall wardrobe with daddy's money.  The clothes
that seemed the strangest were the lingerie.  We ended up getting ten
complete outfits with matching shoes.  We got a lot of strapless half bras
because when I got fitted for the bras it turned out my breasts pointed
upward so they didn't need any support.  Actually they pointed up so much
that my nipples were above the bra.  Normally I like a lot of support for
my breasts but it was good to know that they didn't sag.



   Ola ordered three hand made dresses that had to be ready before the day
of the first makeover.  The yellow evening gown was the one I was going to
wear to the opera.  The red evening gown would serve as a back up for
either night.  The last dress was the famous dress from the "Seven Year
Itch.  It was a billowy, white crepe halter-top dress with a pleated skirt.
On my own I would have never believed that I could carry it off but I
believed that Ola would some how work a miracle.



   They stripped off all my body hair not only from my underarms and the
other place but from every place but the top of my head of course.  They
removed most of it with a laser.  Then they did a lot of things with my
skin.  Ola said that my skin didn't need makeup but with all the hair
removal it needed extra care.  Ola said they were going to use a special
makeup for that night.  It was movie makeup and wouldn't come off.  Even
the lip stick which looked very shiny and soft would be permanent until it
was taken off.  The makeup would make my skin whiter and look not as rosy
as it usually looked.  It contained real pearls and an ultraviolet pigment
so I would seem to glow especially in the moonlight and the night was going
to be a full moon.  Best of all, the makeup will feel both to me and anyone
who touched me like it was my real skin.



   The two weeks went fast and I was so anxious that I couldn't sleep the
night before.  I finally went over to Ola's about 6 am.  He was still
asleep but he didn't mind me coming over, I did it all the time.  Actually
his place seemed more like home then my own place.  I played around on his
computer setting up a play list of songs for tonight.  After he got up I
made us both breakfast.



   We got to Camera around noon because there was so much to do.  They
closed the shop and kept me in the back and wouldn't let me see a thing.  I
was in the chair for hours.  It really doesn't take that long if you are
just going to the hair dressers but if you want the best and you want an
extreme make over it takes longer much longer.  Ola even sent a sample of
my hair to a lab.  He ran the dozens of pictures into the computer and
planned out my look.  I still didn't know what it was.



   He had a team of people work on me.  He wasn't going to be there until
the experts, as he called them, were finished.  He got a colorist from
Clairol in Stamford, Connecticut to come in and mix everything up from
scratch.  He striped and colored my hair.  After my hair was colored I
couldn't help but see it was platinum blond.  Then someone else cut my hair
and then the colorist set it.



   After my hair was done I noticed that I was getting more and more

   impatient to have sex.  You would think that I would be getting more and
more anxious as the day went on.  I think that girls are scared the first
time they have sex because they aren't in control and they aren't the ones
who are doing the work.  After being worked on for over three hours I
wanted to see how I looked and I wanted to have sex.  I think that sitting
in the chair with nothing to do but squeeze my pussy made have played a
part too.  It was the first time that I ever felt horny.



   Then it was time for the makeup.  A makeup artist who worked for a

   movie company came in and put on the body makeup.  Then she covered me
with powder from head to toe.  Then she made up my face.  She used about
five different shades of red for my lips and she put on some pale violet
and lavender eye shadow which she said was perfect for my

   cornflower blue eyes.  Ola's manicurist used several shades of red nail
polish to match my lips.  The makeup artist helped me get dressed.  The
outfit that Ola picked out for the night was all white.  It was the 7 year
itch dress with high heels, a shiny satin strapless half bra and garter
belt with black shear stockings.



   After everything was done, Ola came in the room to show me what I

   looked like.  Then before he could even say anything, Brian came in and
said the mayor called and needed to talk Ola.  Ola had to take it because
we still weren't able to reschedule his photo shoot and there was an
election coming up.  I couldn't stand it.  I ran out of the back of the
shop and looked in the mirror but I wasn't there.  There were other people
in the mirror but none of them was me.  I actually wondered if he made me
invisible so I started making faces and then there was a beautiful woman in
the mirror making faces back at me.  She was a blond bomb shell like
Marilyn: It was me.  It was me.



   I ran out of the shop but stopped and realized that I had to stop
running way.  Somehow, I had already collected a crowd of males.  A teenage
boy asked if I were Marilyn Monroe.  A car actually pulled over and a man
got out.  Well this was enough of me running way.  I asked the men to walk
me back to Camera.  I told them I walked right by it and it was only a half
a block away.  About 5 guys formed my first entourage.  When I got back to
the shop, Ola opened the door for me.  I thanked the group for their help:
I bent my knees and bent over just a little, smiled, blew them a kiss and
went inside.  Ola locked the door and gave me a hug.  I was proud that he
didn't have to save me and so was he.



   We went over to a mirror.  In my Marilyn voice I said, "My God, Mr.  Ola
what have you done?  "You can do her voice." Sure, I practiced watching her
movies with Jill." "That girl, will wonders never cease." Ola showed me
some pictures.  The first one was a picture of the famous National
Geographic cover with the picture of the Afghani girl on it.  "Look at her.
She was 12 years old and the most beautiful woman in the world.  No one was
as beautiful as she: She was in a class by herself.  Lucky for her, she
didn't know it until many years later.  She was so beautiful that people
searched for her until they found her tribe.  Her picture caused people
from all over the world to give money to help her and her tribe and led to
a fund helping girls in Afghanistan get an education.  You are that
beautiful." "But I'm ugly.  I have monster eyes and hay for hair." He
showed me a picture of Marilyn Monroe as a child.  Now that he pointed it
out she reminded me of me.  "She does look like me in away.  I never saw
it. She sure has big eyes and plenty of hair like me.  Her hair is even
thick like mine." "Yes my dear the strands of your hair are very thick." I
learned about hair when I was learning to take pictures of models so I
said, "You mean I have the best kind of hair?" "Honey, you have the best
kind of everything.  Remember the Bond Girl who didn't want you on the set.
She said you were so beautiful that being around you made her feel ugly. 
All the models could see it: Anyone in the business could see that you were
very beautiful.  No one said anything because they understood how shy you
were."



   Brian came up he was frantic.  "Ola, do something.  They're trying to
break into the shop." They hustled me into the back room and took off the
dress.  They put me back into my sweatshirt and jeans, which I hated all
the sudden, and they covered my hair with a scarf.  Then Ola, Brian, the
makeup woman and I snuck out the back and went up to Ola's.





   After we got to Ola's Brian took a big box filled with light bulbs out
of a closet.  Then he and the makeup woman who was carrying the dress went
over to my place.  I expected to go with them but Ola took me into the
kitchen.  He poured us both a glass of Champaign, and then he produced a
plate with 4 brownies.  We were both are going the share some brownies.  I
knew right way they had marijuana in them.  I said, "I never had marijuana
before." "Don't worry, you won't even feel it.  For dad not to recognize
you he has to be high and if you're not high too he will seem like a jerk
to you." "It looks like I will be doing a lot of new things tonight."
"Don't worry that's the best way.  If you are going to be doing new things
then go all the way.  Tomorrow, the marijuana will give the night the feel
of a dream, but you will know that it really happened." One thing that I
wasn't: was worried.  I was impatient, horny and

   ready for anything.  I ate the brownies.



   After that we walked into the living room.  Ola said, "Sit down
Georgia." We sat.  He looked me straight in the eye and said, "Truly
beautiful women live in a different world.  You attract crowds.  You can
say most anything to a man and he will believe your every word is
transcendent wisdom.  After tonight it will be a years before you become
the blond bombshell again.  Hopefully you will be famous first so you won't
get type cast.  Tomorrow I will transform you into a beautiful woman who
will look very different.  The emphasis will be on your eyes not your
mouth. I have several magazines covers lined up for you including,
Cosmopolitan." I realized then, that Ola would get people anything they
wanted, even if they didn't know that they wanted it.  I said, "Thank you.
I didn't know it, but it's what I really, really want." It was a good
excuse so I jumped up and gave him a kiss on the mouth.



   Ola stood up and said, "Come on let's get you dressed." "Sorry Ola but I
would rather have the makeup woman help me.  She knows wardrobe" Ola,
always the Southern Gentleman said, "Suit yourself.  I am going to back to
the shop.  Oh, you should know that Brian is putting in special light bulbs
in the living room and your father's room.  They work like regular light 3
way light bulbs but they also give off ultraviolet light.  You can't see
the light but it will make everything look different.  Your face won't look
the same in the light but you will still look very beautiful.  The light
along with the high heels will make you look taller.  Your complexion will
look white with a slight bluish cast and the lights and the makeup together
will make you actually glow.  Oh, and make sure that Brian sets the lights
to their lowest setting.  You know Brian." "You really planned everything
out didn't you?" "Knowing your father I expect he will try to come over
early.  That's why after Brain changes the light bulbs he supposed to wait
on the street to intercept your father." As I left I heard Ola call after
me.  "Make sure you drink all the Champaign it's too good to waste."



   I entered the living room through the French doors only to see Brian
knock over a lamp and then fall down when he was tying to pick it up.  I
helped Brian to his feet and picked up the lamp.  I went into my bedroom
and Brian followed me holding a light bulb.  I told Brian that he didn't
need to change any bulbs in my room.  Brian handed me the light bulb he was
holding and ran off.



   I told the woman that I thought the Seven Year Itch dress was something
Ola would like but it was too gay for my father.  She agreed and after
looking through the outfits we decided that the matching bright red shiny
satin outfit with high heels, strapless half bra and garter belt with shear
red stockings worked better.  I took off my clothes went into the bathroom
and cleaned up.  The makeup woman powdered me all over my body and

   face and freshened up the lip stick.  She showed me how to put on the
powder and lipstick.  It worked a little different from the makeup I was
used to, but I already had made up plenty of models before, so it wasn't
hard to learn.  Then she helped me put on the underwear.



   I thanked the woman for her help and told her that she could leave.  I
was going to take off the underwear and rest a little.  Ola was going to
call me about a half an hour before my dad came over so I could get ready.
I needed a nap with all the running around.  Just after the woman left
Brian came into my room and did a double take.  Even "Gay Brian" was
aroused.  I realized that I must really be something.  "I, I" He kept
looking down at my body.  "Fa" "Got, Got" I had to step in so I said to him
what I thought he was trying to say.  "I got everything done and now I am
going to leave." Brian turned to go and said over his shoulder.  "You got
me excited and now I'm all flustered.  I am going to stand guard."



   After he left, I took off my clothes.  Then when I was about to lie
down, I saw a light bulb on the bed.  I figured that Brian forgot to put a
bulb in the lamp that he knocked over.  I put on my bathrobe and walked
into the living room.  It was just as I thought.  I just finished putting
the bulb in when someone barged into the apartment.  It had to be dad.  I
dove under the couch not a moment too soon.  He had brought in flowers for
the place.  There were so many that I could smell their perfume.  I
couldn't believe that he got by Brian.  I tried to call Ola but my cell was
in the pocket of my robe and I was so jammed up under the couch that I
couldn't get to it.  I managed to wiggle it out of my pocket.  Then I
slowly bent over enough to get the top of my finger on it.  My finger kept
slipping off but I finally managed to get a grip on it.  I called Ola but
he couldn't hear me at first because he was on the street.  I kept
whispering he's here, he's here.  Finally; Ola got it.



   Ola flew into the apartment.  "Major what are you doing?" "Flowers; I
was in my office and I realized the place needed flowers." "You know you
weren't supposed to come here until dark." "I brought her a diamond
bracelet." "Come on." "We have to leave now.  No gifts, I told you that. 
She is a magical creature and if you give her something it will destroy you
both." I managed get out from beneath the sofa fast enough to see Ola push
dad out the apartment.



   I sat down on the couch for a minute to steady my nerves.  When I got up
to walk back into my room I heard someone behind me saying, "Champaign." I
almost jumped out of my skin.  I whorled around: It was Brian.  "Brian what
the hell, are you doing here?  You said you were going to watch for dad. 
He almost caught me." "You got me so confused that I forgot to tell you
tell you that I forgot the Champaign." "Brian just put the Champaign in the
fridge and set out some glasses I am going to bed." I went in and lay down.




   The next thing I knew the cell was vibrating.  It was Ola saying,
"Hurry, I don't think I can hold him." I never talked to Ola like that
before but I said, "You can and you will: Do your job so I can do mine." I
didn't wait for a reply.  I hung up and got myself ready.



   It was ten to nine and I was in the living room trying to find the best
way to drape myself over the couch.  I finally found a good spot and was
going crazy with anticipation when I realized that I forget the Champaign.
I ran into the kitchen and got the Champaign and the glasses.  Brian
actually set them out.  Will wonders never cease?  I got back to the living
room and put the glasses down on the end table next to the couch.  I was
trying to open up the Champaign when suddenly there was a loud pop, the
cork flew across the room and the Champaign erupted.  I looked up and there
he was standing in front of me.



   The first thing he said was, "Marilyn!" I though at first that he
recognized me but no; I could see he was already aroused.  I poured the
Champaign and put the bottle down on the end table.  I picked up the
glasses and handed him one.  I took a sip and he looked at me from head to
toe.  Then he took a little drank from the glass.  His expression showed
that he wasn't at all interested in Champaign.  He took the glass out of my
hand and put both glasses down on the end table.  He kissed me passionately
and his tongue penetrated my mouth.  It was my first real kiss.  He pushed
me down on the couch and kept kissing me.  I became caught up in his
passion and I had to get my bra off.  I tried to get up but he grabbed me
by my bra strap, and yanked me back down on the couch and unhooked it.  I
pulled off my bra and flung it away as far as I could.  Then I turned and
started kissing him.



   I ripped off his tie, pulled his shirt open and started kissing his
chest.  When I licked his nipples he started shaking like he was having a
fit.  Then he suddenly rolled over and tried to get up.  It was my turn to
drag him down and yank off his shirt.  He turned and started kissing me
again and while he was doing it he threw his clothes in every direction. 
He kissed me deeply and then started sucking my tits.  I went crazy and I
franticly kicked off my high heels.  Then I grabbed the straps of the
garter belt and freed one of the stockings.  I bent my leg and got a grip
on the toe of the stocking and was pulling it off when he grabbed the
stocking out of my hand stood up pulling it completely off and then threw
it away.  Somehow he pulled me to my feet and yanked down my garter belt
and the remaining stocking which caused me to fall back on the couch.  When
he turned and threw them away I jumped on his back threw my arms

   around and started kissing his back and neck.  He some how got his shoes
off.  Then he stood up and I was sliding off of him until I grabbed his
belt and hung on.  I undid his belt and as I was pulling open his fly his
pants ripped.  I pushed him over.  I stood up and yanked his torn pants off
and threw them somewhere.  By the time I did that he had gotten his
underpants off.  I looked down and saw his erect penis and I went for it. I
fell on his cock and swallowed it but I didn't know what to do after that.
Thankfully he took over and started fucking my mouth.



   I realized then that I didn't think of him as dad or Major, he was a
man, my man.  I frigged myself while he fucked my face.  The he got more
excited and pushed my head and back and forth as he fucked my mouth.  All
the sudden I could hear him groaning.  I could actually taste his come.  He
kept pushing his scum down my throat with his big dick.  I loved the way it
tasted and when he stopped coming.  I wanted more so I started sucking his
dick like nipple.  He was groaning and writhing around and I kept sucking
him until his dick until it got small.



   I knew things weren't over but I wanted to do them in a bed so I made a
mad dash for his bedroom.  He ran after me and tackled me just before I got
to his bed.  He rolled me over and started to eat me.  He licked my pussy
and when he licked my clit I went nuts.  I started pushing my pelvis up and
down.  He grabbed my ass and held on.  Then he pushed his tongue inside of
me and pushed his tongue against the base of my pussy and I was in total
ecstasy.  He kept going back between the base of my pussy and my clit and I
kept moving up and down.  After a while I felt goose flesh all over my body
and then waves and waves of pleasure swept over me.  I couldn't move up and
down any more so I pushed his face against my cunt and I came in his mouth.
"Oooh aaaah aah ah oooh." The pleasure was so intense I bent my legs and
spread them inviting him to fuck me but instead, Major picked me up and
cradled me in his arms.



   He pulled back the covers and dropped me on the bed.  Then he got on top
of me and started kissing me again.  He covered my face with kisses.  Then
he gently fondled my breasts while he explored my mouth with his tongue. 
He moved up and pushed his dick against my pussy.  He rubbed it up and down
along my slit and every time he hit my clit I cried out with pleasure.  I
could see from his face he was savoring the experience but I couldn't take
the suspense and I wanted him in me.  I said, "Fuck me please fuck me," His
answer was to gently push his penis into my slit but not in me.  I was
rocking back and forth on his dick trying to pull him in.  He acted like
his prick was too big for it to fit inside me.  Just before he just entered
me, I was so frantic with pleasure I said, "Split me in half.  Kill me with
your dick.  Kill me kill me." He smiled at my desperation and entered me;
just.  He only put the head of it in; the Sadist.  He vibrated it inside
me. Then as if, it took a great deal of effort, he slowly pushed his penis
in a little and then pulled it back and gave my pussy a little fuck.  Then
he would push it a little more and repeat the process again and again.  He
moved deep and deeper into me with excruciating slowness.  It was nothing
short of sweet torture.  I felt so good that it hurt.  He made me feel
grateful for every inch that he penetrated.  Then suddenly he held me tight
and shoved it all the way in.  He was in me and I was no longer a virgin;
he looked down on me as I shaped my pussy around his dick.  I could see the
conquest in his eyes and I felt proud to have caught him.  He was mine at
that moment.  It was the first time he really paid attention to me and
treated me like I was important.  Then he slowly started pumping me again.
He kept fucking me and I got higher and higher, I said, "I'm coming.  Oh
God.  I'm coming.  Ooooh aaaah."



   Then we rolled over and I was on top.  I fucked him by instinct.  I
never saw a girl on top before but I was so aroused that somehow I knew
what to do.  I kept fucking him and letting the tingling in my skin turn
into orgasms.  His dick got really big I and started fucking him faster and
faster.  Then he tried to get on top but I wanted to be on top.  We
wrestled.  I was on top and then he was.  We kept going back and forth like
that and rolling around on the bed.  We were too full of passion to really
know what we were doing.  We kept rolling around until we got all tangled
up in the covers.



   We were both trapped, wrapped up in the covers and we couldn't move.  I
couldn't feel his prick and I wondered if he was still hard so I tried the
kegel exercise on him.  When I squeezed his cock he went nuts and

   started yelling.  I couldn't believe his reaction so I squeezed it
again. "OOOh ahh, that's it baby.  No one ever did that to me before." Well
I already knew that if something works keep on doing it.  So I relaxed and
squeezed it again.  "Good God.  I never dreamed.  Aaah Aaah." I looked in
his face and trapped his eyes.  I said, now I have you.  You're mine." I
experimented with squeezing him and I found that I could pull him

   inside me and then relax and do it again.  My man said, "You planned
this!  You're a goddess" I never thought the kegel to could give a man such
pleasure.  I wondered for moment if Jill knew about his.  I kept going. 
This was what I always wanted.  I had him, I had my FATHER in my power

   and I was going to give him the greatest experience of his life.  I kept
milking his dick.  "This is the best.  You're milking me.  You're milking
me.  God this is unbelievable." I just kept milking him.  I just worked it
and worked it.  Then I settled back into a rhythm and started kissing him.
I put my tongue into his mouth and explored it.  I could feel his dick
responding to my kisses.  I broke the kiss and said, "I love you.  I love
you." This got him even more excited.  He responded and said, "I am so
excited I can't move.  What are you doing to me?  I never knew I never
knew..." He never got a chance to answer.  I bore down and pumped him
harder and faster.  Suddenly he responded.  I could feel his penis
twitching inside me.  He responded by yelling, "Oh god ah ah ah my Oh Gaaa
ah ah ah ah God.  I'm coming.  I'm coming.  Oh my God God God

   god Damn ooh aaaaah." The man started thrashing around and started
pushing his hands around my body.  " Oh oh oh ahhhhaaa.  He writhed

   and writhed around but kept coming.  He got so excited that he begged me
to stop.  "Stop Stop I can't stand it." Not a chance I was in charge and I
kept milking him.  You're killing me.  I'm begging.  Stop.  Ooooo ahhh." I
couldn't feel his come inside of me but I knew he was coming so I kept it
up.  "OOOOHa Please please stop please stop oh god it's heaven
ahhhaaahhhh." Then his penis stopped twitching and started to shrink.  I
kept milking him until there was nothing left.  "Thank you for not
stopping. I never dreamed..." He gave me a passionate kiss and after he
broke the kiss he passed out.



   It wasn't easy getting free.  I eventually managed to wiggle out the
cocoon that we made with our passion.  Then I unrolled dad and tucked him
in.  He was so still that I checked his pulse but he was fine.  I was
pretty proud of my first sexual experience.  I controlled the man I most
idolized and admired and I was the one who walked away.





   The first thing I did was go to my room.  I filled the tub and cleaned
myself up inside and out.  Then I put on my bathrobe and slippers.  I found
my clothes if you can call them that.  I had no idea how wild things had
gotten until I started to look for them.  They were all over the apartment.
I put my shoes, bra, garter belt and stockings in a plastic garbage bag.  I
got dad's clothes.  After checking all his pockets, I put his wallet, belt
and shoes on the kitchen table.  Then I put his clothes in separate bag.  I
straightened up the place a little.  Then I took the bags to the trash
shoot.  I put the bag with dad's clothes down the shoot.  Then I poured a
bottle of beach over my things and shoved the second bag down the shoot. 
Most everything was made of silk so the bleach should have dissolved
everything by morning.



   Then I went back to the apartment.  I washed my face and hands.  I

   restyled my hair.  My body makeup was in pretty good shape.  After a
good powdering from head to toe and freshening up the makeup, I looked even
better then I did at the beginning of the night.  I put on the famous white
dress but instead of wearing the white satin lingerie that Ola picked out I
chose something that would seem less threatening.  I chose a white lace
strapless half bra and matching garter belt with nude stockings and clear
sandal high heels.



   I found the bottle of champagne and the two glasses on the end table
next to the couch.  Between us we didn't even finish one glass.  I drank
what was left in the glasses.  Then I took the Champaign and the glasses
with me.



   It was midnight when I stepped out on the balcony.  I walked over to
Ola's side.  I opened the French doors and entered Ola's living room.  The
first thing I heard when I entered the apartment was his alarm clock was
going off.  I guess he believed that I would fall asleep in dad's bed and
he would have to come and get me.  He probably thought that he would have
to carry me to his spare bedroom and while I slept, he would be the one to
clean up dad's apartment.



   I turned on his computer and opened up a play list of love songs that I
had already made up this morning on Ola's computer.  I linked it to his
sound system.  He was washing his face in the bathroom when Rainy

   Night in Georgia came on.  I turned out the lights in the living room.
The light from the computer and the moonlight from the balcony meant that
you could see well enough to move around but you couldn't see any

   details.  He hadn't really gotten good look at me as Marilyn and I was
counting on that and the play list.  I was also hoping that maybe the Blue
Moon really was magic and Marilyn, where ever she was, would hear my
prayers and help.



   He came into the living room and went to turn on the lights but I asked
him not to.  He came over to the couch.  He seemed worried and said, "How
did it go?" "It was great but that's not what I want to talk about.  Come
sit down and have some Champaign." "Is this is the same bottle I got for
you and your dad?" "Yes, but dad couldn't be bothered with Champaign he had
other things on his mind.  "So how was dad, anyway?" "He's asleep.  What
happened between me and Major is his story, history if you will, but this
is your story.  Know your role." "And what is my role?" 'Georgia on My
Mind' with Righteous Brothers came on.  "Finish your Champaign and I will
tell you." He did as he was told and I finished my glass too.  Then I
poured us both another glass.  We listened to the song for a little while.
He finished his glass.  "Now that's a good boy.  If you don't finish the
bottle we will have to have it for breakfast." He finished his glass and I
poured him another." "Georgia, are you trying to make me drunk?" "Yes, I
need you both drunk and high.



   Ola, do you remember when you discovered that you were gay.  "Sure it
was right after my mother died." "Except you're not." "Not what?' "Gay"
"What do you mean not gay?" I said with a smile, "Aren't gay guys, guys who
do it with other guys?" "Yes." "You don't do it with other guys, do you?"
"I am not active.  It's too dangerous." I shook my head and said, "But you
never did it with a guy or anyone else." I smiled and looked him in the eye
and said, "Remember when I told you I had trouble trusting you, but I
didn't know why.  Everything became clear when you told Willit that you
weren't gay." "You heard that, did you?"



   "You keep telling people you were out with Alex when your mother died?"
"Yes." "Her name was Alexandra Watts, wasn't it?" "How did you know?" "I
did a little checking after your conversation with Willit." "I never said I
was out with a boy." "But you let everyone think it, didn't you?  Your
mother didn't like her." "Mother said she was White Trash and she was
right, if I only listened to her.  When I met her that night I saw it.  I
realized that I only went out with her because I thought she would have sex
with me.  We fought and instead of going home I got drunk." "Underneath it
all you're shy.  You went out with Alex because you

   thought she was the only one who would have sex with you.  You work with
the most beautiful women in the world and by being gay you never had to
take any chances.  And, being a Southern Gentleman, you were too honorable
to seduce anyone.



   After you found out about your mother's death you made a promise

   didn't you.  You promised her that you would never desire any woman
again." "How did you know?" "I know a lot of things.  It was then that you
started dreaming about, Marilyn Monroe." "She was abandoned just like I
abandoned my mother." "You thought that's why you dreamed about

   her but that wasn't it." "How can you know that?" "I know because we are
two sides of the same wish: A wish to be beautiful woman: A wish for a
beautiful woman.  I wanted to be beautiful and you wanted a woman who was
so beautiful that she would seduce you out of your promise to be gay:
Someone to overwhelm your defenses, so you could let go of your mother and
allow her to move on."



   The computer started playing 'Dream a little Dream of Me' with Cass
Elliot.  "You know that your mother never wanted that promise.  She didn't
care if you were gay, straight or celibate she just didn't want you to be
with someone who was beneath you.  You know I'm right." Ola nodded there
were tears in his eyes.  "You are right but I can't change who I am now and
I won't take advantage of you; someone under my protection."



   I shook my head, "You are honorable; honorable to fault." "So I am going
the have to be the dishonorable one because I need this too.  This

   morning I thought I was going to save you but now it turns out that I
have to save myself too.  If you look at Marilyn Monroe in her films you
can see that underneath it all she had a desperate look about her?  Jill
Davenport and I went over all of Marilyn's films again and again.  She knew
that she was beautiful but she didn't believe that anyone, that she loved,
wanted her and that made her desperate.  She said that she didn't want to
be a symbol but if she had to be a symbol she wanted to be a sex symbol. 
Sex connects us with everyone else but she was all alone because no one she
loved let her know how desirable she was.  They thought if they kept her
desperate they would be able to possess her.  They didn't love her enough
to take the chance that they might lose her.  To make it worse in the 50s
anyone who was different was treated like a freak; someone not human.  She
was totally alone; not because she was so

   beautiful, but because she felt that no one she cared about wanted her
and that drove her to her death.



   This afternoon when I looked in a mirror I thought I disappeared.  Now I
know that I did.  I am not Georgia anymore I am something you created; a
doll.  I fulfilled Major's, Marilyn fantasy and that was important but I
wasn't a woman to him I was just a trophy.  Your mother dreamed of you and
that made you real.  Your dream made me this way but you dreamed of me as a
beautiful doll not as a woman.  You didn't dream of a real woman because
you are afraid of sex.  You created me: I wasn't born, so I am not
connected to anyone or anything but you.  Only you can make me real and all
you have to do is dream of me as a real woman, a desirable woman.  If you
admit the possibility of me being desirable then I can save us both but
without your dreaming of me as a woman I will be lost

   forever and you will never be able to let go of your mother." Ola shook
his head.  "What would you have me do?  I can't fake something I don't
feel." "And I wouldn't want you to.  All, I want is a chance Mr.  Ola. 
Please dream a little dream of me, your Georgia Girl." "I can't say no, to
you Georgia." I took his hand and led him out onto the balcony.  'Blue
Moon' with the Ella Fitzgerald came on.



   The full moon was brilliant; a perfect night for lovers.  A brief shower
had left the air sweet and clean.  The clouds that had made the rain had
fled but the cool breezes that had chased them away still remained. 
Perfume from the flowers below, filled the warm summer air.  A magic glow,
cast by the Blue Moon, freed all it touched from gravity's call: allowing
beauty to reign supreme.



   We stood next to each other on the balcony looking at the moon.  I
leaned my breast into his arm.  He reacted and said, "This is just too
dangerous." I started talking like Marilyn.  "I'm not dangerous." "Oh yes
you are.  You don't know how dangerous." "Well maybe.  Any girl can be
dangerous on a night like this." "Georgia you aren't just any girl." "But I
am still a girl: A girl who was made for you on this special night." "But
what will happen tomorrow." "Tomorrow I will probably turn back into a
pumpkin and you will turn back into my Fairy Godmother.  But we are here
together in this magic world.  Don't abandon me like they abandoned
Marilyn." He took me in his arms and said, "I will never abandon you."



   I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed him as hard as I could.  I
called his name and swung him around, so his back was against the

   railing.  So far he never really had gotten a good look at me as
Marilyn. This was my first real test.  I whispered a little prayer to
Marilyn took a deep breath and stepped back.  I appeared before him as
Marilyn, illuminated by the moon in the famous dress.  He actually looked
shocked for a second.  "Marilyn!  Georgia!  Is that you?"



   I stepped forward and trapped his eyes and hoping to sound just like
Marilyn I said, "Listen up mister, you need someone to make a man out of
you and I am just the girl to do it." Then I bent over at the waist and
shook my hair.  I ran my hands through my hair and the same time I

   pulled the halter top over my head but I held the dress against my
breasts with my arms.  Then I straightened up still shaking my head.  When
I reached up and primped my hair the dress fell to my waist exposing my
breasts.  I looked surprised like I didn't know why my breasts were exposed
and looking shy I innocently covered them with my hands.  Then slowly I
started fondling my breasts and as I did I closed my eyes and started
breathing heavily.  I opened my eyes and looked down at the dress clinging
to my 20" waist.  I made an 'O" with my lips and gave a little pout.  I
looked confused like I didn't know why the dress didn't fall off.  Then I
pushed it down on the waist of the dress and wiggled out of it.  I stepped
back out of the dress and kicked it aside.  Ebb Tide' with The Righteous
Brothers came on.



   The garter belt and the half bra left both my nipples and my pussy
exposed.  I could already see something stirring in his pants.  Then I
stepped forward and took his hands.  I said, "Hold me I'm cold." He took me
in his arms.  "Georgia it's not that cold." "It's a lot warmer in your
bedroom." "Now, Georgia." I took his hands and put them on my breasts. 
Then I reached underneath with my right hand and took his right hand and
moved it down and pushed it against me so his hand

   cupped my pussy.  Then I pushed his middle finger inside of me." He
started fingering me right away.  "Don't you want this juicy little Georgia
peach?" "Oh God, Georgia..." "I am not a god; just a woman." "Do you really
mean it?  Do you really want me to fuck you?" "Of course." "I didn't
believe you were serious.  Are you actually going to let me fuck you?" "I
couldn't stop you, Mr.  Ola: I am completely in your hands." 'I could see
him change at that moment back into the man that I saw in the fight;
powerful and self assured.  He took me in his arms, bent me over and kissed
me with passion.



   He literally swept me off of my feet and carried me into his bedroom. 
The covers were already pulled back.  He gently placed me on the bed and I
watched as he undressed for me.  I looked at him; bend my knees outward and
fingered myself.  When he saw what I was doing.  I said "Please don't be
ashamed of me, it's just that you are so beautiful and sexy." This pushed
him past the point of no return.  I knew he was going to do me or die
trying.  He was fully erect and he was big; bigger then I expected.  They
say gay guys are big.  I could tell by the way he looked at me that he
wasn't gay at least not any more.



   He reached down and helped me up.  He gave me a passionate kiss.  After
he broke the kiss, he turned me around kissing my back and shoulder again
and again.  He unhooked my bra and threw it across the room and then he
started fondling my breasts.  He was kissing me on the neck and shoulder
and then he turned me around and kissed me all over my face and lips.  Then
he started turning me around again and again, kissing me on my shoulders,
back, neck, face and lips.  The turning made me dizzy and excited.



   He stopped me and gave me a full passionate kiss.  Then he broke the
kiss and gave me a little lip kiss.  Then he kissed my neck and chest.  He
kept kissing me until he worked his way down to my nipples.  Then he licked
and sucked them.  He started making little circles on my skin with his
tongue.  He bent his knees and licked my stomach.  It was so intense
feeling him go down on me, that I was afraid that I was going to faint. 
Finally he was kneeling between my legs.  He kissed my pussy.  My knees
buckled when he drove his tongue inside of me.  I put my hands on his head
to steady myself and pull him closer.



   He pulled down the garter belt and my stockings.  Then he lowered me to
the floor.  He kissed my pussy as he removed all my things.  When he was
finished he kissed my mouth deeply and passionately.  As he explored my
mouth I wrapped my legs around him trying to pull him into me.  He broke
the kiss and gently swept us onto the bed.  He hadn't entered me but he was
between my bent legs.  He was giving me sweet kisses.  He kissed my cheeks
and my forehead.  Then he kissed my eyelids and the tip of my nose which
gave me chills.  When he ran his tongue in my ear I almost went out of my
mind.



   He pressed his penis against my pussy.  I said, "Why don't you take a
stab at it." Well he went crazy.  He shoved it in and started fucking me.
He was banging me like lost his mind.  I was scared and was hanging on for
dear life and then he came.  "Oh uah aaaah.  AAAH ooou ooou aaaaah" He
didn't come all that long.  I let out a sigh of disappointment.  "Don't
worry Georgia you ain't seen nothing yet.  I have been working with the
most beautiful women in the world and I have years of lust for women that I
haven't been able to express until now.  Now that that is over my dear we
are going to do something ever better we are going to make love to each
other and we are going to make love all night.



   He kissed me and he started to get hard again.  He covered me again with
sweet kisses and then he pushed his tongue into my mouth and down my throat
and he was totally hard again.  He pulled himself up and triumphantly
looked at me impaled on his cock.  "I have so much love for you and there
is so much that I want us to share.  There is something special that I want
to do for you and I am going to have to be in control." Then he started
fucking me again.  He did wonderful things with his penis.  He kept finding
places in me that I didn't know existed and giving them and me pleasure. 
Somehow he knew how to rub my clit while he was fucking me.  When he rubbed
my clit the pleasure was so intense it was almost painful.  Then he would
shift back to my g-spot and plow his cock along the bottom of my pussy.  I
got so caught up in the pleasure that I faded out.  The next thing I knew
my skin felt all tingly and waves of pleasure were pulsing through me. 
Somehow Ola knew and disapproved.  "I'm sorry but I can't let you do that,
not now." I didn't say anything because he was in control.



   He went back to pleasuring different parts of me.  But when the tingling
started some how he would know and shift his penis and the tingling would
stop.  I murmured a few times for him to let me come but he told me to be
quiet and just give myself to him.  His pumping me got me so high that it
was frightening.  By that time I felt like I was glowing.  He was fucking
me very fast and I felt like I was on fire.



   Then I felt something deep inside of me.  It felt different then the
tingling in my skin.  My uterus started to pulse.  There was pleasure but
it wasn't soft or nice.  It was so intense that it kicked my ass.  It felt
like a bomb was going off inside of me.  I could feel my pussy contracting
and

   relaxing.  It was like a Tsunami because it just kept going and going
and nothing stopped it or could stop it until I was engulfed in pleasure.
My eyes were closed and some how I saw a white light.  Then I was the
light. It was like I died and was something else: Something made out of

   pleasure.  There was no time.  Then I was me again and all I could feel
was ecstasy.  I heard myself moaning.  "Haaaah Haaaah mmmmmah oh god oh
god." I felt my body writhing under him.  "Oh Oh Oh Oh aaaah aaah ah aha
ah" I just drifted in and out of bliss letting the after shocks take me
where they will.



   Then I could feel Ola change.  Something was different.  I knew he was
about to come and I had to be there for him.  I felt such peace being open
to him: being his vessel of pleasure.  He had gotten so stiff.  Not just
his penis which had grown huge but every muscle in his body was so tense
that his skin was bulging.  Then I saw his butt squeezing and letting go
like he was pumping something into me.  I started squeezing his prick with
my pussy.  He seemed surprised and uttered one word, "Jesus."

   Then he was pumping something into me, his come.  "Aaaaaah aaaah
aaaaaah." He felt me milking his dick.  "What are you doing to me?  OOOh
God Ohh God.  I can't stand it." He came and came again and

   yelled, "aaaaaah aaah aaaah oh my god." I could feel his organism
pulsing through me and I shared his pleasure.  He said, "I can't take it.
I'm, oh stop please stop" There was no way I would stop.  The pleasure was
unbelievable with him fucking me while I was milking him.  I was going to
milk him dry.  He came again and again and my pussy was pulsing with
pleasure.  I got so high on the pleasure it was like another kind of
organism.  It wasn't a rhythm it was pure pleasure.  Everything became
clear perfectly clear and perfectly beautiful.  Then we were groaning
together.  Oh Oh Oh aaaaah oooh aaaah.  I seem to remember feeling

   Ola's lips on mine before I passed out.



   I was in a blissful sleep when heard Ola saying "Georgia are you awake."
I said, "Just fuck me.  Don't ask me again if I am awake.  I want you to
use me tonight.  Don't ask permission for anything else either.  Even if
you want to kill me, don't ask, just do it.  I belong to you." He started
fucking me again.  This time he let me feel the tingling in my skin and let
the soft waves of pleasure play over me.  He fucked me, I don't know how
many times, that night.  I know that one time he had me bent over and was
fucking me doggy style.  I had my way with him too.  He was asleep when I
sucked his dick hard and got on him.  It was such a sweet fuck.  I rocked
back forth on him and just as I was about to come for the last time he
opened his eyes, reached up and squeezed my breasts.  I came and lost
myself in an ocean of pleasure.  Then he rolled me over and proceeded to
fuck me.  I don't remember if he came before I passed out or not.





   The next thing I remember someone was banging on Ola's door.  Ola

   must have been up because he quickly answered it.  It was dad and I was
afraid at first that he would come into the bedroom but Ola had everything
under control.  He kept dad in the kitchen.  Dad said, "It was
unbelievable. At first I actually thought it was Marilyn Monroe because she
stuns you with her looks.  She may be prettier then her.  Not only is her
figure better but I even think, that her face is nicer.  This morning she
was gone like she was never there.  What happened to her?  She was seen
outside your place yesterday?" Ola sounded indignant and said, "Of course
she was, I created her, but you agreed not to investigate." "I am sorry you
can't blame a guy for trying." "I can and I do.  You promised no
investigation." "I know.  I know.  I just lost my head.  I will let it go.
You have my word.  I am not going to try to find her.



   Actually she is too much for me or any man.  She is the best lover that
I ever had.  Beautiful women don't bother to learn about being good in bed
because they don't have to but she must have forgotten more about sex then
most women will ever learn.  I will never forget this night or my gratitude
to you.



   She milked my cock god damn it.  I didn't believe it was possible but I
am completely satisfied.  I will never be that desperate for sex again. 
After you are with her you have seen it all.  You can't understand a word I
am saying, can you?  You're gay." "Not any more: Not after I saw her.  Just
looking at her made a man out of me.  I only wish I had I had the night you
had." "She straightened you out, did she?  My God man, she's a

   goddess not a woman." "No Maj0r that's where you are wrong, very

   wrong, she was never a goddess or a trophy she is woman, a real woman:
Such a woman is far greater then any goddess." Their praise made me feel so
wonderful that I just closed my eyes and drifted into bliss.



   Then Ola said, "Wake up young lady.  Breakfast will be ready soon.  Take
a shower first.  He put down two plastic bottles on the night stand.  When
you get in the shower, cover yourself with the cream including your hair.
Then turn on the shower and wash yourself all over using the body wash, it
will wash off the body makeup and make your skin rosy again.  Use the
shampoo and conditioner that's in the shower its ok for your hair.  When
you come out wear the robe I laid out for you on the chair.  If you aren't
covered up then I can't be held responsible."





   As joke I took a scarf and covered my head like the Muslim women do.  I
thought that it would give Ola a laugh but he said, "Damn, you have the
prettiest eyes and mouth that I have ever seen.  I am glad you had enough
sense to cover your head.  On a scale of 1 to 10 you are at least a 12. 
This is a challenge I never had to turn a 12 into a 10 before.  I never
worked with a 12 before but we can't have you going looking like you are
more then a 10 actually we should shoot for a 9 plus or minus.



   Do you know we had to open the shop and let people look around so they
knew you left?  You drive people crazy." "Maybe I should go back to being
George." "No my dear George is dead and I will be coming out of the closet
as a straight man.  You took away my shyness.  After last night everything
is gravy."



   "God, what am I going to do?" "Just keep working as hard as you have
been working and you will be fine.  I knew you were learning to flirt
behind my back and you got pretty good at it even though you were

   wearing baggy pants and a sweat shirt with hair covering your face.  You
learned to be attractive even though people couldn't see your face or your
figure.  You did it through shear hard work.  Then when we made you

   pretty, all that hard work put you over the top.  It isn't just your
face or your body; it's also the you on the inside that makes you so
beautiful.  You must promise me that you will never try to get by on your
looks because if you do you will end up losing everything.  If you want to
survive you will have to out work everyone.  Work is the key to success not
beauty, intelligence or talent.  If other people do things for you then
they will control you and with your looks that's deadly.  Don't expect me
to make decisions for you either I don't do that so you will still have to
watch out for yourself and if you get married get out of the business
first."



   I didn't think that I could eat anything until Ola said, "I made you my
special Georgia breakfast eggs, bacon, short cakes, biscuits and Logan
Turnpike Mill grits." Well you don't get Logan Turnpike Mill grits every
day; not in New York anyway.  We said nothing more about last night.



   Tonight was another big night: First dinner with dad at a fancy
restaurant; then a gala night at the opera with the mayor and his party. 
This was my debut in New York society.  Ola started briefing me.  The first
thing he said was, play little attention to the men and concentrate on the
women.  With your looks it will make the men all the more interested and
make the women like you.  Remember women are just as fascinated by

   beautiful women as men are except in a different way.  If you play your
cards right they will all want your friendship.  The second thing is to be
funny.  Funny people aren't threatening and your with your looks you don't
want to seem threatening.  Moreover, with someone as pretty as you, any
joke is guaranteed to work.



   Then he gave me a print out with information on the important people who
were going at the gala.  He told me to seek out Margaret Vanderhovel.  She
was very important, she liked new people and she was always on the lookout
for help with her charity called 'New York Kids.' He said I could promise
his help for her charity.  He already prepped my father for how to behave
and to support me when meeting new people.



   It took all day to get ready.  It took a lot of work to get my skin back
to its old rosy self.  My hair had to be cut and colored a light golden
blond.  They showed me how to put on the new makeup.  The only thing that I
had to remember was to highlight my eyes not my lips.  I didn't need that
much makeup so it was easy to put on.  I became so sleepy that I went back
up to Ola's for a nap.  Ola woke me at 5 pm.  He applied the new makeup and
helped me get dressed.  Ola took me over to a full length mirror.  I loved
the yellow dress so much that I almost wished I wasn't going to change my
name.  He had changed me from looking like Marilyn Monroe to looking like
Grace Kelly.  I really looked different.



   Ola brought me over to my apartment and introduced me to dad.  He was so
impressed that he kissed my hand.  "Ola you accomplished another miracle."
I responded as if I had no idea what he said and said, "What other
miracle?" Ola completed the deception by saying, "He means my book,
Georgia." "I think I am ready to be called Marilyn.  It's time, I became an
adult."



   We purposely arrived at the Opera just on time so we could go in and sit
down without meeting anyone.  I wanted to wait until intermission to meet
people so I could see who they were ahead of time.  I enjoyed the first
act. It was intermission and dad and I walked out to the lobby.  They had
an area set aside for the mayor's party.  I thought "New York" I here I
come.



   Everyone was starting at me.  They weren't just staring at me like I new
or pretty they were starting at me like they never saw anyone like me
before.  Before last night I would have thought they were being critical
but instead I enjoyed it.



   My dad started to introduce me to the mayor and his wife.  Instead the
mayor impulsively took my hand and kissed it.  "Georgia your father never
told me how beautiful you were." I decided to have a little fun and
answered in my Marilyn voice sounding very sad.  "Oh no Mr.  Mayor I have
to change my name back to Marilyn, Marilyn Brown.  I can't call myself
Georgia anymore.  I am not that pretty." The mayor looked shocked.  "What
do you mean?" "Well I can't be Sweet Georgia Brown like in the song.  She
can get any guy and I never even had a boy friend." Then I smiled and the
mayor and his wife started laughing.  The mayor's wife shook my hand and
said you had him going for a minute.  I went back to my real voice and
looked at the Mayor's wife as if she were the important one.  "Well I knew
you wouldn't mind everyone has told me what a great sense of humor the
mayor has and how nice you both are.  The mayor's wife smiled and said, "We
will have to have you and your father over sometime.  I smiled and said,
"You are too kind." The Mayor said, "Oh I remember you now we talked on the
phone a few times.  You work with Ola.  He has told me how much he relies
on you.  You were the one who called and said Ola had an emergency and had
to cancel my photo shoot." "Yes, I was the bearer of bad news but we will
be seeing you Wednesday at Camera." "I know Ola went out to California to
get Lana.  The stories about Willit's and Lana's divorce are in all the
papers." "The Mayor's wife said, "I have heard that Ola tells you
everything." I dangled some bait; the promise of secret gossip.  I smiled
said, "Well I can't say anything about it now.  Not in public." I noticed
that the Brooklyn Borough president was making his way through the crowd.
"I see that Brooklyn is approaching and so with your leave dad and I will
move on" As we moved away the mayor's wife took my hand and said, "I will
give you a call tomorrow afternoon."



   Dad said, "I have been trying to get an invitation since I moved here. I
was a little worried about how you would do tonight but it looks like I'm
not in your class." I said, "Oh, daddy thanks."



   Dad went over to get us some water and the deputy mayor came up.  He
kissed my hand and tried to hug me.  Not only that, he actually tried to
cop a feel.  I grabbed his arm and put my claws against his forearm.  "And
how old are you, my dear." "A lady never tells and a gentleman never asks."
"But you are so young." I jumped out of character and matter-offactly said
"Know your role, Mr.  Deputy." Just then my father returned with the water.
"Nice meeting you Mr.  Deputy.  I see the mayor wants you."



   A woman came up and introduced herself.  It was Margaret Vanderhovel. 
"I have been trying to get a donation out of you father for months."
"Daddy, give the poor woman a check." Dad started writing out a substantial
check.  If you would like, dad's company could sponsor a fashion show for
'New York Kids.' Ola has already promised me his models for the show.  We
knew each other in Georgia and I'm one of his girls myself." "Ola has all
the luck.  He always gets the most beautiful models.  Forgive me for saying
this, Marilyn but you are the most

   beautiful woman that I have ever seen." "Thank you." Dad piped up,
"Don't give her too many complements you will turn her head." Dad handed me
the check.  I looked at it and then at him and smiled.  Then I gave it to
her.  She couldn't help looking at it.  "Thank you Major this is quite
generous." Dad smiled and said, "You should thank Marilyn not me." Margaret
seemed concerned and said "Thank you Marilyn.  I should have known." I
said, "Daddy is a genius at making money so spending it is my department.
If you want something from him please call on me first." I smiled and in a
stage whisper said, "I can get him to do almost any thing." Major said,
"She's right." We all laughed.  Margaret said, "Look at the mayor and the
Brooklyn Borough President pretending to like each other.  The Borough
President is mad because he wanted the new cultural center to be built in
Brooklyn, not Manhattan." Thanks to Ola I knew the real story "Actually
they are both happy.  The mayor got the center in Manhattan but the bonds
used to finance center will be issued by the Borough President's bank."
"Major Brown your daughter has brains and beauty."



   So at 13 I am my father's designated escort and a member of New York
society.  I do magazine covers for Ola under the name of "Georgia." I still
work at the studio as assistant doing makeup and what ever needs to be
done. Instead of going to school a tutor comes to the studio and teaches
me. I also have a professional acting coach who thinks that I have a lot of
talent.  I never saw Jill again; I heard she quit modeling.  Oh yes Ola has
a girl friend.  It may be years before I have sex again but thanks to Ola
and the night of the Blue Moon I believe in myself enough to be who ever I
want to be.  



Georgia's Play List\


1.  'Rainy Night in Georgia' with Amos Grant

2.  'Georgia on My Mind' with Righteous Brother

3.  'Dream a little Dream of Me' with Cass Elliot

4.  'Ebb Tide' with The Righteous Brothers 

    

    






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