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Subject: X-Mas Repost TG: The Christmas Presents by Ruth White (1/3)
From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo)
Date: 22 Dec 1996 22:16:19 GMT
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Hi.
When I remember correctly Celeste wanted some stories for X-Mas. I'm
not sure if she like those stories, but I muse that there are some
people out there who might like them as a kind of x-mas present(s).
<wide grin> In short words a story about wishing that you could turn
back a christmas present.
As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.
If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to
avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your
stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for
story postings and for nothing else.
Enjoy the story.
Ciao
Nostrumo
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife
<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
The Christmas Presents
by Ruth White
with apologies to William S. Porter
Chapter 1
Ray Hirsch sat at a desk filling out form after form. It was amazing,
the information that an employer required before you could start
working at a new job: health insurance forms, Social Security, etc.,
and etc. He was now filling out a questionnaire on his background
which would be used to conduct a security investigation, since his work
might involve working on classified government projects. He stopped
for a minute at the question: List any aliases you have used.
"I wonder if I should put down Rachel?" he thought.
Ray quickly dismissed the idea. No one could possibly know about her;
Rachel was his little secret and she would stay that way. Among his
many other accomplishments, Ray was quite the practiced transvestite
and Rachel was his sobriquet when dressed. He found himself wishing he
could dress up tonight, but all of his things were packed away on a
moving van that was probably passing through Omaha, while he was
staying in a motel here in San Jose. He told himself that he would
have a place soon enough and then he could be Rachel every night and on
weekends if he wanted. He turned in the stack of forms.
******
Mike Murphy took the forms from his latest acquisition. Mike was a
headhunter for MTC Corp., one of the foremost software publishers in
America, and there was sure to be a bonus for him for signing up Ray
Hirsch. The kid wasn't much to look at; about 5'6" and real skinny,
with rather long and unkempt brown hair, glasses, dressed in running
shoes, a tee-shirt, and jeans, but he had the potential to be one of
the best software engineers going. Ray was 24, but he didn't look old
enough to buy a beer.
Mike didn't feel bad at all about taking advantage of Ray's situation
to lure him out west. Ray was from Massachusetts and if nothing had
happened he would probably never have left there. Educated at MIT, he
lived at home with his parents while working for a little known firm
outside Boston. Little known that is until a data base system Ray had
developed for them became a best-seller and the industry standard. Ray
had felt no need to change employment and stayed with his old firm, but
at a much higher rate of pay.
What had changed everything was the death of his parents in a car
accident. When he had heard of it, Mike immediately started courting
Ray, thinking correctly that he might like to get away from New England
and all the memories that it held for him. Ray was financially well
off; what with the insurance settlement, selling his parents house, and
his savings from his salary and bonuses, so Mike had avoided talking
financial incentives and instead emphasized the reputation of the staff
and facilities at MTC. The result was sitting in front of him.
"Welcome to MTC Ray, I'm sure you'll be happy here. Why don't you get
settled and report in next Monday."
"Thanks Mike, but I'm staying in a motel and don't know anyone here.
If it's possible I'd like to see where I'll be working and get
acquainted with my new co-workers."
"Sure thing," said Mike while thinking, "what a find; brilliant and a
workaholic to boot."
Chapter 2
Ray was finding his way around the work station they'd given him when
someone walked into his cubicle.
"Hi, you must be the fresh meat. I'm Jack Doyle, welcome."
Ray shook hands and checked out his greeter. Jack was slightly taller,
by about 2 inches, but except for that and his blonde hair they could
have been related. They were, but only by membership in that
fraternity of what is sometimes called 'computer geeks'. Perhaps that
was why they felt an immediate affinity for each other, or maybe there
was something else.
Ray and Jack talked, discovering how much they had in common. When
Jack found out that Ray was staying in a motel, he insisted that Ray
move in with him until he could find a place of his own. Ray didn't
need much persuading and soon they were unloading his stuff into Jack's
secluded three bedroom house. Ray was surprised at how neat the house
was, for a bachelor.
"I forgot to ask. Do you live here by yourself?"
"Right now I do. My sister Janice lived here with me for awhile after
our parents died. She just moved to LA for a job, but I let her keep
some of her stuff here in her old room."
That explained to Ray the neatness. A woman's touch always shows
through. One of his favorite pastimes was to get dressed up and keep
house. Ray loved to clean, cook, and do laundry as Rachel. His mother
had found his dressing up cute and encouraged him at it, teaching him
the housekeeping skills most men never learn, all the while hiding
Rachel from his father. Ray missed his mom and he missed Rachel. He
couldn't wait to get his own place.
Jack showed Ray the room and bath he'd be using and Ray quickly settled
in. That evening, Jack invited Ray to go out with him to make the
rounds of the bars and meet some people. Ray declined, saying he was
too tired from his flight and first day at MTC, but would gladly take
him up on the invitation some other night.
Alone in the house, Ray inspected his new surroundings. In the den he
turned on the TV, then turned it off when he found nothing interesting.
On the coffee table was the latest 'Cosmopolitan'. Ray picked it up
and looked at it; the mailing label said Janice Doyle.
"She mustn't have changed her address yet," thought Ray.
He thumbed through the magazine. Then he remembered Jack saying that
she'd left some stuff in the other bedroom. Ray knew that he
shouldn't, that he would be betraying a confidence, but what the hell,
it wouldn't hurt anyone. So he decided to sneak a peek in her room.
Ray opened the door to Janice's room and turned on the light. It was a
vision of feminine delight. Decorated in pastels with lace everywhere,
it looked as if she'd just left that morning. Ray walked past the bed,
covered with a satin quilt, looked at the dressing table, and opened
the closet. There were only a few dresses hanging in it, but they were
all very stylish and feminine and Ray felt envy and desire rise within
himself. There were several pairs of shoes on the closet floor; all of
them high heels.
"It looks as though she took her work and casual clothes with her and
left the dressy stuff here," thought Ray.
He took down a dress of black crepe and held it up against himself. It
was a size 11 and looked as though it would fit him perfectly. He
overcame that thought and quickly rehung it in the closet. He opened
the other door. It led to a bathroom, looking in Ray saw that it
connected to Jack's room, thinking it odd that brother and sister would
share a bath. On his way out he stopped to open a drawer in the
dresser. It was filled with neatly folded lingerie in all the colors
of the spectrum, made of satin, lace, and nylon. He fingered a pair of
satin panties.
"I wonder if she'd miss one pair?" he mused.
He quickly gave up on the idea, shut the drawer, turned out the light,
and left; determined to get his own place and start dressing up again
as soon as possible.
The next day Jack dropped off Ray at a car rental agency on his way to
work. Jack had convinced him that, being in California now he needed a
car and should rent one, until he decided on which model to buy,
instead of relying on public transportation. Ray took off in the
rental car and went house hunting.
Ray arrived home in the early afternoon. He'd found a couple of places
that looked promising, but he wanted Jack's advice on the neighborhoods
and traffic, as well as if he would be better off buying or renting.
Driving up, Ray noticed that the flag was up on the mailbox. Jack
wouldn't be home for hours and Ray thought he'd do him a favor and
bring the mail in. Something in the pile of letters caught his eye; an
envelope in an odd shade of green. He'd seen that odd colored envelope
before. Ray pulled it out of the pile and was shocked to see the
return address: Empathy Press, Seattle. Being a long-time fan of TV
fiction, he was only too familiar with what they sold. The envelope
was addressed to John Doyle.
"Holy cow!," he thought.
"Is Jack a crossdresser?"
Then a lot of what had seemed to be merely coincidence fell into place.
Ray dropped the pile of letters on the hall table and went up to
Janice's room. He went through the dresser and in the bottom drawer
found what he had thought might be there; falsies. Not your everyday
falsies though, rather they were custom made breast prothesis. Looking
through the lingerie drawer, Ray found what he recognized as a
cache-sex; he used one himself to compress and hide his genitals when
dressed. He also saw some really stiff boned corsets that you couldn't
expect to find in a young ladies wardrobe in this day and age. These
things didn't convince Ray beyond a shadow of a doubt. What did were
the hat boxes in the closet. There were lots of them, but they didn't
hold any hats. Rather they held an array of dressed wigs on stands in
various shades of blonde.
"Well I'll be damned, Jack is a TV. No wonder we hit it off so well.
There is no sister, Janice is to him what Rachel is to me." Ray said to
himself.
Ray wanted to let Jack know that he was also a TV, but couldn't think
of a discreet way to do it. Finally he decided that the only way to do
it was to be up front and forthright about it.
That evening Jack stayed home and was reading in the den, when Ray
decided to broach the subject.
"Have you got a minute Jack?"
"Yeah sure. What's on your mind?"
"Well, I wanted to ask your advice on houses, but something else has
turned up that I wanted to talk to you about."
"What's that?" "I hope you won't be upset with me. I have never shared
this with anyone but my mother, but I think you can understand. I am a
crossdresser."
Jack didn't say a word, but by the way he blushed Ray could tell that
he'd hit a nerve.
"What do you mean, you think I'd understand?"
"I saw the letter you received from Empathy Press. I've read their
books for years and thought you might be a crossdresser also."
Jack sputtered " ... er ... I don't ... ."
"Don't worry Jack. Let's drop it and I'll forget all about it."
Jack got his voice back. "No, let's talk Ray. Yes I'm a TV, but I've
never shared it with anyone and you kind of caught me by surprise."
The boys continued talking long into the night. Ray discovered that
his suspicions were correct; there was no sister Janice, just Jack.
After a long talk, they decided they could trust one another and at
Jack's invitation, Ray decided to move in and share the house with him.
Chapter 3
Ray moved in and bought a car. Eventually his belongings arrived and
he settled in. Things were going great at work, the only problem was
that each seemed reluctant to appear before the other 'en femme'. One
evening they were talking when the discussion turned to dressing up.
Ray learned that Jack had never gone out dressed.
"You're kidding me, surely you can pass."
"I'm not so sure, and even if I could, where would I go?"
"Out for a drive, a walk, shopping, or to a bar."
"Look I'm not gay so I wouldn't go to a gay bar and I wouldn't know how
to handle it if some guy tried to pick me up in a straight bar."
"I'm not gay either, but going out dressed as a woman and passing in
public can be the biggest thrill of all. You simply must try it."
"I don't know Ray, what if someone recognized me?"
"Come on. Don't give me any lame excuses. I'll show you how easy it
is. You take me out as Rachel, see how easy it is, then I'll take you
out as Janice. That is if you're not too much of a wimp."
"I'm no wimp, you're on."
Ray took off from work at noon that Friday to prepare for his 'date'
with Jack. Soaking in a tub full of bubble bath, Ray shaved his body
clean of the hair which had regrown since his last appearance as
Rachel. He dried off, rubbed himself down with lotion, put on a robe,
and went to his room. There he applied long false fingernails and
painted them bright red. Then it was time to dress.
Ray carefully pushed his balls and cock up inside himself and put on a
tight cache-sex to hold them there. He had to do this first because if
he didn't and then got turned on, as he always did when dressing, he'd
never get them hidden away. Ray got out what he called his 'boobies'.
These were a pair of silicon and latex falsies that looked, felt, and
bounced like the real thing. He smeared surgical adhesive on them,
laid down on the bed, and positioned them properly. In several minutes
they were set and would remain there until he applied the solvent. By
dint of much effort, Ray was able to get a tight waist-cinch on and
buckled. He could hardly breath. Padded panties followed to give him
the hips and ass he lacked. Looking in the mirror, Ray saw that his
skinny male body now sported a voluptuously feminine outline.
Ray put on a bra and panty set of white satin and lace. Sheer, smoke
colored panty-hose sheathed his hairless legs. A slip which matched
the rest of his lingerie flowed over every contour of his new curves.
Deciding to not be too extreme, Ray stepped into a clingy red knit
dress, pulled it on, and zipped it up. He buckled on a wide black
patent leather belt, which served to emphasize his nipped in waist, and
stepped into some black patent high-heeled pumps. A ladies watch went
on his wrist and gold hoop earrings went into his pierced ears.
"Holy smoke!" said Ray to himself. He'd gotten into the dressing so
much that he hadn't thought about make-up. He put a towel over his
shoulders to cover his dress and quickly spread on the foundation,
applied mascara, eye-liner, and eye-shadow. Powder and blush were put
on and he was outlining his lips in a bright red which matched his
nails when he heard Jack come in.
"Rachel?"
They had agreed that they would always use a girls name whenever one of
them was dressed.
"I'm still getting ready Jack. I'll be out in a minute."
Ray quickly colored in his lips and sprayed on some expensive perfume.
He got out a black leather purse and into it he put lipstick, a powder
compact, and an atomizer filled with perfume. Taking a ladies billfold
from the purse, he transferred to it, from his wallet, all his credit
cards and identification.
"What else?" he thought.
He answered himself by putting on a thick gold link necklace and
getting out a ring. It wasn't just any ring; it had been a gift from
his mother and he treasured it. It was a class ring from MIT but in a
girls style, set with his birthstone, and engraved "to Rachel, love
Mom." He slipped it on his right ring finger and was dressed.
One more thing remained. Ray shook out a long brunette wig, pulled it
over his head, tucked his own hair up under the cap, secured it with
bobby pins, and brushed it out so that curls tumbled over his shoulders
and down his back. Ray tossed the brush into his purse and grabbed
what for him was an indispensable item; glasses in a fashionable
women's style. He'd be blind without them or contacts. He went out to
meet Jack.
Jack was dumbfounded. He stared at the girl who walked into the den.
It wasn't that she was beautiful, although she was, but rather that she
revealed absolutely no hint as to her true identity. From the long
curly hair down to the tips of his high heels, Ray appeared totally
feminine and entirely at ease.
"Ray, is that really you?"
"Yes Jack, but please, call me Rachel."
"Sure thing Rachel. Wow, you even talk like girl. How were you able
to learn how to do that?"
"It's not hard, it just takes lots of practice."
They talked for a while and then left, looking for all the world like a
young couple out on a date. In the driveway, Ray waited for Jack to
get the car door for him.
"Sorry Rachel, I forgot my manners there for a minute." Jack said as he
rushed around to open the door.
"Don't worry about it, but you should be careful to always think of me,
and treat me, as Rachel and not your roommate Ray. I also should let
you know that, before you go out, you'd better practice getting in and
out of a car in a dress. It's not as easy as it looks."
And so Jack and Ray departed for their first evening out. It wasn't
very memorable. Ray got asked for proof of age, which naturally he
didn't dare provide, at several nightclubs before they found one that
they could get into. They sipped their drinks, talked, and at Ray's
instigation, and with great reluctance on Jack's part, they danced to
some disco numbers. They didn't stay out late, but returned home
rather early.
"See how easy that was?" Asked Ray after he had returned to a masculine
visage.
"Sure, but you've had lots of practice."
"Not that much, and remember; I had to start somewhere. So when do I
get to take Janice out?"
"I don't know. We'll see."
A couple of weeks went by with Jack showing no inclination to uphold
his end of the deal. Finally, Ray pressed the issue.
"Jack, it's Friday and we are going out tonight. By we I mean Janice
and me. That is if not you're a total wimp."
"OK, OK I'll do it."
Ray arrived home about six, wondering what he would find there. Jack
was still in his room getting ready so Ray went in and put on a jacket
and tie. He had decided to go all out and make sure that Jack enjoyed
his first public appearance as Janice.
Ray was sitting in the den when he heard steps on the stairs. He
looked up to see Jack enter and could tell immediately that Jack was
scared and very tense.
"Why Janice, how nice you look tonight," said Ray.
"Do you really think so?"
"Oh yes." And he meant it.
Jack had on the black crepe cocktail dress that Ray had seen in the
closet on his first night in the house and it fell to just above his
knees. He wore a long curly blonde wig and while his make up was
perhaps a trifle heavy, and he didn't use as much padding as Ray, the
overall effect was quite pleasing. Ray decided that Jack's best
feature was his legs. They were long and quite shapely, giving Jack a
coltish look. Jack clutched a small black bag nervously in fingers
tipped with long red nails. Ray looked him over and noticed that
something was missing.
"Do you have any jewelry to put on Janice?"
"No. I never thought about that."
"Well every girl wears some, no matter how small. Let's see if I have
some you can borrow."
Jack followed Ray to his room with jittery steps, unaccustomed as he
was to the high heels he had on. He was intensely aware of his legs;
shaven and on display in sheer black hosiery.
"I don't have all that much myself, but these should go well with your
black dress."
Ray handed Jack a silver necklace and bracelet which he put on.
"Here put these earrings on."
Ray handed Jack some silver hoops.
"Ray my ears aren't pierced."
"What? Every girl has pierced ears these days. We'll just have to get
that taken care of, but for now here's a pair with clips. While we're
at it let's get some scent on you. I see you've got a lot to learn
about going out as a girl."
"That's what I tried to tell you."
Ray held the door open for Jack as he entered the car. He didn't show
too much thigh and it was obvious he'd been practicing.
"Where are we going Ray?"
"Just relax Janice."
"I'd like to but I'm terrified."
"I understand how you feel, but take my word for it, you look great.
Just sit back and enjoy the ride."
The boys arrived at their destination; a rather exclusive restaurant.
"I can't go in there." Whined Jack.
"Don't worry. Just let me do all the talking."
Ray noticed heads turn as they entered. Jack was several inches taller
than Ray in his heels, and no doubt some of the onlookers were
wondering what such a babe was doing with a nerd. Which was precisely
why Ray had avoided the club scene.
Ray noticed that Jack neglected to smooth his skirt under him as a girl
would when he sat down.
"He does need some work on the fine points," Ray thought.
Ray ordered wine which they sipped, helping Jack to relax a little.
Ray then ordered dinner for the both of them, after which Jack felt
somewhat more composed. That is, until Ray asked him to dance to the
music of a small combo which had started playing.
"I don't know how to dance."
"That's good, it will be easier for you to follow my lead instead of
trying to lead yourself."
"I don't want to dance."
"I think you're afraid."
After some discussion, Ray found himself with Jack in his arms, guiding
him around the dance floor. When it was over Ray thanked him for the
dance.
"Can we get out of here now?"
"Sure."
During the ride home Jack was elated, barely believing that he had been
able to pass successfully in public.
It was a while before Janice was out in public again. In the meantime,
under Ray's tutelage, Jack practiced speaking like a woman and
perfecting the persona of Janice. He made noticeable progress and to
celebrate, Ray took Jack to get his ears pierced and bought him a pair
of gold hoops as a present. As Jack grew more experienced in passing
and gained confidence in himself, the only disagreement the boys had
was about who got to dress up; they each wanted to don their finery and
go out as girl. They eventually agreed to take turns escorting the
other on alternate Fridays.
It also wasn't long before Rachel met Janice; Ray dressed up one
Saturday to do housework and Jack decided to join him. Thus began what
would become a kind of routine; one of them would dress up Friday and
be escorted out on the town by the other. The next day the escort
would join the other as a girl and there they would stay for the
weekend.
Something else was happening to the boys relationship with each other.
They were comfortable with, and trusted each other more than they ever
had anyone before, except for Ray and his mother. The complexity arose
because not only did Ray and Jack feel that way about each other, but
Janice and Ray did, Rachel and Jack did, and Rachel and Janice did.
You don't have to be a brilliant to see the potential complications in
this relationship.
Chapter 4
Just as Jack and Ray were progressing in crossdressing they were also
taking great strides at work. They became a team, much like they were
at home, and the results for MTC were nothing short of amazing. New
software applications, developed mostly by Jack and Ray, practically
flew off of dealers shelves. The boys were showered with money and
treated like royalty. They sensed that they could get away with
anything and, naturally, they started getting outrageous. It started
with Jack wearing his diamond studs to work and daring Ray to top that.
Ray did and their competition escalated from there.
One day before work Jack came down to breakfast.
"Guess what Ray?"
"What?"
"I'm going to work dressed completely in girls clothing today."
"Oh yeah. Just what are you going to wear?"
"What I have on."
"What?"
Ray looked closely at Jack. Sure enough the shirt buttoned up the
wrong side and an examination revealed that the trousers were misses,
even though cut in a masculine style.
"These are women's loafers and it looks like I'm not wearing any socks,
but actually I have on sheer nude panty-hose," boasted Jack, "and
underneath it all I have on the most delicious teddy."
"So?"
"So how you gonna top this Ray?"
It took Ray awhile to figure out how to pull it off. One Friday he
asked Jack to meet him in the employee cafeteria for lunch as he had
something important he wanted to discuss with him. Jack complained
about the quality of the food, but nevertheless agreed to be there.
Imagine his surprise when in walked Rachel, looking very much the
businesswoman in a smartly tailored suit.
Ray walked over, with his red lips in a big smile, and greeted Jack.
Jack was flabbergasted.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" He hissed under his breath.
"Eating lunch. What else would I be doing here?"
"But ... what if someone sees you?"
"Plenty of people have already seen me. Relax no one will ever know.
I've got this visitors pass." He pointed a long red fingernail to the
badge clipped to his blouse. "I liberated it a couple of weeks ago.
After lunch I'll walk out of here, turn in it. I'll bet you that the
guards are looking at me and not the badge. By the time they figure
out something is fishy, if they ever do, this girl will be long gone."
"Wow."
"Yes indeed. You had better start thinking hard about how you're gonna
top this."
"Is that why you wanted me to meet you here, to tell me this?"
"Partially. You know, we are a pretty good team; as software engineers
I mean. How would you feel about going into business for ourselves?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean we could work for ourselves, at home if we like. We write our
applications and hire someone to market them for us."
"Can we do that?"
"Sure we can. In fact, I have been approached by a firm that would
like to do just that, it would also give me the opportunity to do
something I've been thinking about for awhile."
"What's that?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Say Rachel, you'd better go home and change, or have you forgotten
that it's Janice's turn out tonight."
"No I haven't forgotten, but I have decided that tonight is going to be
girl's night out; Rachel is going to take Janice out."
"What? But what if you get pulled over or something?"
"So what? Just be ready by seven."
At seven-thirty that evening Ray's car was headed north on 101. The
boys both wore stylish cocktail dresses.
"So where are we headed Rachel?" asked Jack.
"I thought we'd go bar hopping in San Francisco and try and pick up
some guys."
"WHAT! Are you crazy?"
"Relax. I was only kidding. Actually we are going to San Francisco,
but for a meeting of crossdressers" "What?"
"Don't worry, it's a group called ETVC and I've been to their meetings
a couple of times already. It'll be fun and you'll meet lots of
interesting people."
Jack rode on in silence until he remembered what Ray had told him at
lunch. "By the way Rachel. What is this big secret you were going to
tell me about?"
"Well. I was thinking. Isn't dressing up the greatest thrill, and
don't you treasure every minute you get to spend as Janice?"
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Well the longest I've ever gotten to spend as Rachel was a long
weekend. If I can work at home I may do it as Rachel, at least some of
the time. Do you think you'd like to join me?"
"Gee ... I uh don't know for sure."
"Well, think about it."
"I will."
The boys went on to their meeting and it was a great success. They
enjoyed themselves and were pleased to meet with many of the other
crossdressers, including many professional people. They were
especially taken with a beautiful blonde, who called herself Sally and
told them that he was an M.D. in the real world. Jack and Ray each
left with their handbags full of business cards.
Chapter 5
Jack and Ray left MTC and formed their own company, but things didn't
turn out exactly as Ray had planned. The boys spent so much of their
time on projects that Rachel and Janice were consigned to the closet.
The dedication paid off in the long run. Ray produced a word
processing program that was revolutionary; he named it 'Flawless'
because that's the kind of document it turned out. You didn't have to
know what you were doing, it practically wrote everything for you.
Jack meanwhile had developed a spreadsheet that any idiot could use.
These products were the subject of a visit by the lawyers for their
marketers.
"Here is the deal gentlemen. My principals have instructed me to offer
you the sum of 2.5 million dollars for all rights to the aforementioned
programs."
Jack and Ray looked at each other astonished.
"If this sum seems excessive it is because the contract contains an
agreement not to complete. The persons tendering this offer believe
that they can corner the market with your programs. The only thing
they are afraid of is that a year or two down the line you guys come
out with something better. Accordingly you agree not to participate in
any software development for a period of six years after the signing of
the contract. What do you think?"
Ray looked at Jack, who grinned, then turned to the lawyer.
"Where do we sign?"
When the lawyers had departed Jack asked Ray; "so what do we do now?"
"We celebrate."
"That's cool, lets go."
"Not so fast dude. We really have neglected Janice and Rachel
shamefully. I've been so busy that I haven't shaved my legs in months.
Why don't we let the girls go out and celebrate."
"Yeah, great idea. Let's go get dressed."
"Hey not so fast, it's only lunchtime. Let's do this right. Remember,
we're rich now."
"So what do we do?"
"First thing, we hire a limo for the evening."
"Wow!"
"Then we go shopping for some evening gowns."
"Yeah, right on."
"Then we get dressed."
Many men looked with longing at the two young women who passed through
the best restaurant and the top bars in San Francisco that evening
obviously celebrating. They were sexy, dressed to the nines, and
obviously loaded, with money as well as booze.
Early the next morning they were riding back to San Jose in the limo
with the drivers screen up. At Jack's suggestion they were drinking
champagne out of their high heels. They'd already had a lot to drink.
"Here's to ush," said Ray lifting a sequined pump to his lips. He
swallowed, but more of the bubbly ran out the sides of his mouth than
down his throat."
"Shit, my new dresh <hic>. I paid four thousand dollars for thish
dresh. Ish by a famoush designer. I don't remember who zackly but
he's famoush."
"I love thish," said Jack, "I love being Janish and I love you Rachel.
Les be them for awhile."
"<Hic> I loves you too Janish." Ray said as he leaned over and kissed
Jack on the lips. "Les do keep the girls around."
Neither of them thought the kiss out of line. In fact, they didn't
even remember it.
Ray woke up the next morning with the worst hangover of his life. He
and Jack had drunk some more after they got home and it looked as
though he had barely made it to bed. Looking at his pillows he knew he
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