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{ASSM} "Rapture" {Dancer} (MF) [1/2]


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Disclaimer/Admonition: This story has explicit descriptions 
of people engaging in careless and unprotected sexual 
activity in it, and shouldn't be accessed by minors.  Kids?  
Try this stuff and you'll probably end up either in an AIDS 
ward waiting to die or in the maternity ward looking at 
your child before you graduate.  Don't rush into 'It' - 
it's not THAT much fun, and certainly not worth the risks 
around nowadays - I'm glad I'm married! :) In any case, 
should this find its way into minors' hands, neither I nor 
Dancer should not be held responsible - I DID warn them.

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Editor's Note: Is this how Larry Dixon feels? :)   Here's
the story referred to in "Alphabet Game: Undaunted"...

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majority, do not read any further. I'd hate to be 
responsible for warping young minds. My stories may be 
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I am credited as author.


Rapture, Part One
By Dancer
Copyright 199?-2001
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Eight.  Eight young women dead:
        Danielle Hollings,
        Sarah Martine,
        Emily Pena,
        Nancy Sager,
        Alyssa March-White,
        Sally Keller,
        Kimberly Taylor,
        Marie Jamison

     ...Kuemper Fairbanks?

         *         *         *         *         *

She couldn't believe it.  'It's four in the afternoon and 
*no*one* is renting videos for the weekend.  Hell, even 
this side of the campus is barren of people.'  Kuemper 
turned from the bay window, shaking her head, and returned 
to perusing the video boxes.  Campus Video slowly became a 
danger zone because of the murders, since the police 
declared people (especially young female students from 
Greene University) had best stay home. 'Unless you have 
good friends who are cops,' Kuemper thought as she let out 
a chuckle.  

She picked up the empty display box of 'Silence of the 
Lambs', dropped it in her basket and stepped around the 
corner to the science fiction section.  From here, she 
tossed 'Dune', 'Highlander', and 'Total Recall' in the 
basket and walked purposely to the horror division.  In 
doing so, Kuemper glanced at the clerk seated behind the 
counter.  The man cocked an eyebrow, turned up one corner 
of his mouth into half a grin, and followed her stroll 
across the floor.  He watched her stop at one corner of a 
row and raised his cinnamon brown eyes to her azure blue 
ones.  Kuemper mimicked his facial expression, stuck out 
her tongue and disappeared behind the shelving.  Deep-
throated chuckling filled the air of the enormous store, 
forcing her own mouth into a face-splitting grin.  Quickly 
she grabbed 'The Howling' and 'The Texas Chainsaw 
Massacre', then went to the new releases to pick up 'The 
Matrix' and 'Sleepy Hollow'.  She walked briskly to the 
counter and placed her full basket on the Formica top.  
Kuemper fumbled in her coat pocket for the membership card 
while the clerk emptied the container and moved to the 
shelving behind him.
	
She waited patiently and appraised his backside as he 
pulled out the correct tapes.  The stone washed white 
denims he wore pulled taut against his flesh, leaving 
nothing to the imagination.  A Greene University T-shirt 
seemed to enhance the strength and breadth of his back and 
shoulders.  Kuemper allowed a secretive smile to play 
across her lips.  God, how she'd enjoy getting up close and 
personal with him!  Finally, he brought up her selections 
and scanned her rental card with the light pen.

"Did you find everything all right?"
	
"Oh yeah.  Um, do you guys have  'A Clockwork Orange' by 
any chance?"
	
"Nope, we sure don't.  I have a copy you can borrow, if you 
want."
	
She grinned.  "Great.  It's been a while since I've seen 
it."  He put the rented tapes in a plastic bag, tore out 
her receipt, and handed her back her card.
	
"Kuemper Fairbanks.  Where'd you get a name like Kuemper?"
	
"It's my dad's high school.  Catholic school, and no, I 
don't know what it means."
	
"Unusual," he stated as he gave her the bag.  "My name's 
Sam Foreman."
	
"How midwestern."  She took her card and the tapes.  "Can 
you bring the tape tomorrow?"
	
"Why not tonight?"  It dawned on him.  "Ah, the murders."
	
Kuemper paused at the door.  "Bring it tonight.  I'll be 
with friends so..."
	
"Bye Kuemper.  I'll see you later."  Sam brought his hand 
up.
	
"Bye-bye Sam."  She waved her hand and left the store, 
walking to the corner to wait for the light to change. She 
stopped and did an about-face. Re-entering the store, Sam 
looked toward the door. "I forgot to tell you my address. 
4717 Washington Parkway."
	
"I would have pulled up your account on the computer to 
find out," Sam replied, "but thanks for coming back to make 
sure I knew."
	
"Well, I'm off again." Kuemper smiled shyly. "See ya." The 
door shut quietly as she went on her way home.


         *         *         *         *         *

The doorbell rang just as Kuemper finished washing her 
dishes.  She checked the peephole to make sure the visitors 
were Deb Masters and Cyndi Martin, police detectives in the 
homicide division.
	
"C'mon in guys."  Kuemper stood back to let them inside.
	
"Here is one large taco pizza and a six pack of Pepsi."  
Deb brought the pizza box to the table with a flourish.  
Cyndi pulled a can out of the plastic ring, then slipped 
out of her windbreaker, tossing it over a chair.
	
"Has there been any progress with the case?"  Kuemper 
passed around plates.
	
Cyndi took a long swallow.  "They're being tight-lipped 
with most of the information, but apparently this nut case 
has some kinky sexual obsession." She mimed strangling 
herself with both hands.

"You did not hear this from us."  Deb chewed on a bite. 
"The top dogs want it all hush-hush."
	
"Like they're close to solving this one.  Shit, the guys on 
the suspect list have been cleared."  Cyndi reached into 
her windbreaker, pulled out a rumpled pack of Kools and lit 
one.  "So...now that we've got the shop talk out of the 
way, how's it going with you, Kem?"

"Good, I guess.  I handed in my final psych project today."  
She cut and speared a piece of pizza with her fork.  "I 
hope it actually helps my grade point.  But tonight, I have 
a 'hot date'."

"With who?"  Deb wanted to know as she started on her 
second slice.
	
"Oh, the clerk at Campus Video."
	
"The one who looks like a bronzed god?!"  Deb choked out.  
"-He- asked -you- out?  No offense."
	
"-I- asked him, and it's not a date really, he's dropping a 
movie off."  Kuemper finished her slice and reached for a 
cigarette.
	
Cyndi brought up her lighter, smirking.  "And maybe a 
little more."
	
"Depends on him."  Kuemper caught Deb's eye.  "I'll be 
careful."  Deb's skeptical look continued.  "He's been 
cleared by you and the cops, so don't even start that 
lecture, MOM."  She puffed on the cigarette and handed back 
the lighter.  Before either woman could respond, the 
annoying sound of a beeper broke the tension.  Deb and 
Cyndi immediately checked their belts.  Deb pulled hers off 
to check the message.
	
"It's my hubby.  We'd better head, Cyn."  Deb grabbed one 
last piece of pizza to eat on the way, and Cyndi slipped on 
her windbreaker.  Kuemper rose to her feet to see her 
friends out when the doorbell sounded.  She checked the 
peephole once again, saw the caller was Sam, and opened the 
door.  He entered with the videotape held high.
	
"Well, I brought it."  Sam spotted Deb and Cyndi. 
	
Deb shouldered past him.  "Just keep in mind I own a gun 
and I'm not afraid to use it."
	
Cyndi shoved her partner out the door.  "Ignore her.  Bye 
Kem."  She shut the door behind them and Kuemper rebolted 
the lock.
	
"Kim?"
	
"No, Kem.  K-E-M, since it's shorter.  Go ahead and call me 
Kem."  Kuemper moved to the kitchen to clear the table of 
the dirty dishes.  "Do you want some pizza?  There's plenty 
left."
	
"Nah, I'm good."  Sam watched her put the dishes in the 
sink and place the delivery box in the refrigerator.  "My 
shoes are pretty muddy, so is it okay if I take them off?" 
He dropped the tape on the table.
	
"Yeah, kick them off by the coat rack."  She stepped 
backwards.  "Want something to drink?  Pop, water, milk?"
	
"What kind of pop?"  Sam came in behind her, spying the 
Pepsi cans on the counter.  "Pepsi; a woman after my own 
heart."  He got a can and popped the top.  Kuemper turned 
toward him smiling.
	
"Among other things."  He did a brilliant spit take, 
spraying her face with sticky soda, and instinctively, she 
shut her eyes.  When it seemed he was done, Kuemper opened 
her eyes and saw the shocked look on his face.  She removed 
her glasses.  "That wasn't the kind of reception I 
expected."
	
"Jeez, Kem, it's not something I expect to hear from you."
	
"And just what does *that* mean?"  She bullied up to him.
	
Sam stepped back and put his hands up.  "You're what I 
think of as an old-fashioned, nice girl."  His face showed 
a visible struggle to find the right words.  "I don't know, 
just innocent, ya know?  You don't give off signals that 
tell me you sleep around."
	
Kuemper gave him space.  "I don't go out on man hunts so I 
can get laid.  I can't explain it.  Just forget it, okay?"  
She stalked by him to the bathroom to clean her glasses.  
He followed her in the tiny room, intent on pursuing the 
conversation.
	
"Look, Kuemper, I'm not mad at you for flirting with me.  
You took me off guard, that's all."  She tore several 
sheets of toilet paper from the roll, using it to wipe the 
Pepsi from the lenses.  "Are you going to say anything?"  
He crossed his muscled arms in front of his chest and 
waited.  The seconds crawled by.  "If I sleep with you, 
will you talk to me?" he asked jokingly. Kuemper continued 
to be quiet as she sat down on the toilet lid.  Sam knelt 
near her, his fingers gently touched her denim covered 
thigh.  He reached over and turned her face to his.  
"Please?"
	
She made eye contact and grinned.  "Please sleep with you?  
OK."
	
"I didn't mean that, silly.  I wanted you to talk to me."
	
"Well you asked."
	
His head dropped down in exasperation.  "All right.  If 
that's how you want to play."  Quickly, his lips met hers 
and his left hand cradled her head.  She moaned as her 
hands touched his chest, her thumbs rubbing in tiny 
circles. Her lips parted slightly to allow her tongue to 
run along the seam of his lips. Sam jerked away as the 
image of Marie Jamison came into the foreground...

              *              *              *
	
The couple embraced awkwardly on the sofa until she crawled 
over his legs and straddled him. Sam ran his hands along 
her spine and smiled. "How about a kiss, Marie?"

"Sure, Sammy," Marie responded.  She bent down and touched 
her lips with his. They kissed chastely for some time until 
he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth sans finesse. 
Next, he brought his right hand between their bodies and 
began massaging her breast. Marie broke the kiss, gasping 
for breath. "Yech! You're a horrible kisser." She wiped her 
lips with the back of her hand.

              *              *              *

"Sam? Hello, Sam?" Kem asked. "Are you okay? Did I do 
something wrong?"

He stared at her in disbelief. "No, no. It was me. I'm a 
horrible kisser."

"No you aren't." She stroked his lower lip briefly. "I 
think you kiss just fine. Although getting romantic while 
I'm sitting on the can isn't my favorite place." She 
chuckled briefly. "Let's go out to the living room."

         *         *         *         *         *

Sam and Kem were seated on her couch trying to decide which 
movie they should watch. All she rented were her favorites 
but they finally chose 'A Clockwork Orange' since that was 
why Sam was here in the first place.  Kem snuggled next to 
Sam's side, eventually leaning her head on his shoulder as 
the movie progressed.  He slipped an arm over her shoulders 
with his hand inches away from her right breast. At the 
point in the show where Malcolm MacDowell has his full-
frontal nude scene, she put her left hand on Sam's upper 
thigh and squeezed gently.

"Ahh, my favorite scene," she commented.

"Because he's naked?"

Kem tilted her face in order to see his. "It's the only 
film that's not a porno that has a guy totally naked in 
it."

Sam thought a moment. "You're right. I guess I never paid 
much attention because I'm more concerned with seeing 
totally naked women."

"I keep an eye out for both sexes, since hey, naked people 
are naked people. I think it's a sort of voyeurism, being 
able to see people other than yourself in the buff."

"You are full of surprises, Kem." 

"I think I was a guy in a past life cause bare breasts kind 
of turn me on."

Sam closed his eyes and grinned. "I can't believe I'm with 
you talking about T and A. You seemed strait-laced."

"With people I don't know well, I get quiet and shy. I 
guess I'm comfortable with you, Sam."

He waggled his eyebrows. "Wanna get even more 
'comfortable'?"

"Such as 'slip into something more'?" She got off the couch 
to pose like those movie sirens. She pitched her voice 
lower and asked huskily, "Coffee, tea, or me?" 

              *              *              *

"Coffee, tea, or me?" Alyssa asked girlishly.

Sam palmed one breast. "Is milk an option?"

She shoved his hand away. "I thought you'd be more 
sophisticated since you're older, but you are so dumb." She 
pulled her sweatshirt back on. "I get better lines from the 
stock boys at the grocery store."

              *              *              *

He shook his head to clear the memory of Alyssa March-
White. She wasn't important to him anymore, only to the 
police as evidence. Kuemper -was- here. Alive, and flirting 
outrageously. With him. He looked up into her face and 
replied, "Definitely you." Then he stood up and slid his 
arms around her waist, pulling their bodies flush together.

Kem rubbed his breastbone with the backs of her fingers. "I 
like this because I can rest my face right here." She 
nuzzled her nose along that area, humming with 
satisfaction. When she raised her head, she asked, "Are we 
going to have sex?" 

"Do you want to?" Sam responded. She didn't reply. "I do 
want you, Kem, and I mean that."

"I don't want you to be disgusted when you see me naked. 
I'm a big woman. Big tummy, big butt and saggy boobs." She 
stared into his face. "If you want thin, then get the hell 
out."

Sam wasn't sure what to say. Anything he came up with would 
probably be construed as a line to get her in bed. He tried 
honesty. "I'm not sure if I'll be disgusted or not, but I 
want you."  The seconds ticked off slowly while he waited 
for her answer.

"God, I truly hope you'll still like me in the morning, 
Sam." Kem flattened her palms on his pecs. "Do it here, or 
shall we go to the bedroom?"

"The bedroom." She led him down the hall to the rear of the 
apartment. The light came on when she flipped the switch 
and they went straight for the bed. He sat on the edge and 
bounced a little. "Nice soft mattress." 

"Stop bouncing on the bed, Sam, or you'll break your neck." 
As soon as she said it, they both laughed. When she calmed 
down enough to speak, she managed, "Oh, I can't believe I 
said that!"

"Me either," he said and fell back into the center of the 
bed. 
	
Kem followed suit, but leaned on her elbow. "I've got some 
condoms we can use for protection." She got up and went 
over to her vanity, then held up a strip of three. "I don't 
expect we'll need them all, but I've got plenty."

"You think three's plenty?"

"Hell, I've got another unopened pack of twelve in the 
bathroom." Sam raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "A girl 
likes a little variety in her sex life and I got tired of 
washing off my vibrator every time I used it."

"I don't need to know the details!" He held up a hand. "I'm 
glad you have some, otherwise I'd have to go buy them."

"Now here's the awkward part. We had some foreplay, but 
that was interrupted and we've got to start all over 
again." Kem returned to his side and lay next to him. She 
used her left arm as a pillow, placed the other on his neck 
and moved in to kiss. Her lips brushed his several times 
before stopping in a kiss. Next she licked his lower lip 
until his mouth opened in invitation. Soon their tongues 
tasted each other's mouth, wrestling and sliding over 
themselves.

Sam exchanged his right arm for her to rest on so she could 
run her fingers along the nape of his neck. His left arm 
lay below her belly and his hand inched under her T-shirt 
in order to cup her breast. Her nipple hardened swiftly as 
he kneaded her, demanding his attention. Kem pulled away 
from him, stripped off her shirt and brassiere, then 
returned to his arms.

Instinctively, his hand found her naked breast once again. 
It seemed to have grown outside of its confinement as it 
flowed over his hand. The nipple felt hard as a diamond 
when he brushed against it. She moaned and pressed closer, 
throwing a leg over his hip. He could feel her heat through 
both layers of denim and his penis swelled painfully in his 
jockeys. Her mouth found his earlobe and she started 
sucking, her warm breath teasing his inner ear brought on 
familiar surging in his groin. 

              *              *              *

Danielle pulled away, disgusted with Sam. "Are you *sure* 
you've had sex with a woman before? Honey, I'm real life, 
not some Penthouse centerfold you can jack-off on and put 
back in the rack."

              *              *              *

Sam groaned loudly and futilely tried to stop his 
ejaculation. Warm liquid spilled out of his cock, soaking 
his underwear and jeans. Kuemper held him tightly, raining 
kisses along his jawline.

She ran a hand over his back. "Did you just cum?" He closed 
his eyes tightly, waiting for her rejection. She removed 
her leg and brought some distance between them. Her hand 
touched his groin, feeling the dampness of him. "It's not 
the end of the world. I'll get a warm washcloth to clean 
you off." She got off the bed and turned to face him when 
she reached the doorway. "Just take off your pants and 
underwear and I'll be right back."

Sam nodded nonplussed at her attitude. He stood near the 
edge of the bed and began unzipping his jeans. As he opened 
the fly, he looked down to see his white jockeys clinging 
damply to his cock. When he pulled his jeans off, the stain 
that soaked through was a small streak on the left of his 
thigh about two inches from the fly. Sam had just kicked 
off his jockeys when Kuemper returned.

"Wow. That is a -lot- of cum." She knelt in front of his 
crotch and started wiping the cloth along his thigh.

"I'm sorry for getting off so fast," he apologized. "I 
don't know what happened."

"Your ears must be erogenous zones, I think." The cloth 
lightly cleansed his manhood and boys. "My breath must have 
turned you on." Her hand closed around him and he gasped. 
"Sorry," she said and let him go in order to wipe his bush.

"I'm not used to cumming and then having my partner wash 
me," Sam said. Kem continued bathing his private parts and 
slowly stroked him. He was getting aroused again. His hands 
found her hair and commenced to weave the silky strands 
through his fingers. 

She noticed his cock jutted toward her. "You aren't going 
to disappoint me, are you?" She tossed the dirty cloth on 
the nightstand and flicked her tongue along the underside 
of his gland. Sam tightened his grip on her head, then 
pulled her close. She understood and opened her mouth to 
receive him. Her lips closed over his head and she circled 
the edge with her tongue, slowly sucking him inside. 

He shoved his cock all the way in so her nose tickled his 
bush. She gagged and jerked out of his grasp.

              *              *              *

She gagged and jerked out of his grasp. Emily grabbed his 
penis and squeezed him painfully. "Don't you -ever- just 
shove this in me," she growled angrily. "I'm not some cheap 
whore who will let you fuck me how ever you want for 50 
bucks."

              *              *              *

"Hold on, honey," Kem spoke. "I'll get to the whole thing 
in time." She went back to tonguing his head, then took 
half of him in her mouth. Her head bobbed lazily, working 
her face closer to his groin. She managed three-fourths of 
his length prior to speeding up. After several minutes, she 
drew away. "That's all I can do, Sam. Blow jobs aren't my 
specialty."

Sam traced her jawline. "Don't worry about it, okay. I'd 
rather move on to the main event." He helped her stand up 
and remove her jeans. She was totally nude as he pulled his 
shirt over his head. He looked her up and down 
appreciatively. Her breasts sagged slightly from their 
weight and her belly was a tiny bit convex. She was 
beautiful and Rubenesque where the rest were flat and 
lifeless. Kem blushed and scooted to the bed and under the 
covers.

"Do you want me to put the condom on or do you want to do 
it yourself?"

"I will," he replied and turned in the direction of her 
vanity. He picked up the three packages and tore one off. 
Carefully he ripped it open and pulled out the rolled-up 
tube. He discarded the wrapper, placed the rubber over his 
head and unrolled it until his dick was safely covered. Kem 
drew back half of the blankets invitingly and Sam crawled 
in beside her.

They embraced briefly and Kem placed one of his hands on 
her breast. She guided his kneading with her hand. "Mmmm, 
yeah, that's great," she sighed. Her legs splayed apart as 
she slipped her other hand down and fondled herself. Her 
middle finger found her clitoris, which peeked out from its 
hiding place, and started caressing it slowly. She drew his 
lips to her left nipple. "Suck me," she whispered.

Sam parted his lips and began suckling like an infant. His 
other hand rolled her nub between his thumb and forefinger 
and Kem elicited soft, multiple coos. Her hips bucked and 
she played with her clit furiously. Soon her body tensed as 
she climaxed. He worked on her nipples feverishly, drawing 
out more of her juices. She curled into his body and hauled 
his mouth to hers for a delectable French kiss. Sam broke 
away for some air. "Wow," he sighed. "That was amazing." He 
nuzzled her neck. "-You're- amazing."

Kem blushed and hid her face. "I just came. It wasn't 
*that* amazing."

"Yes it was, Kuemper," Sam replied. "The other women never 
came like you just did."

"Well, I know I'm ready," she whispered. Her right hand 
moved to brush his wrapped prick and cupped his testicles. 
"You're the tiniest bit soft, but I'm sure I can change 
that." The blood rushed south and he once again became 
hard. She pushed Sam onto his back, straddled his pelvis 
and his penis stroked her outer labia. Then she leaned 
forward, maneuvered the head inside her slick opening and 
glided down. When his entirety filled her, she shrieked.

              *              *              *

Sally's shriek echoed off the walls surrounding them. Her 
pussy clenched violently on his cock, attempting to expel 
the intruder. He pumped quickly as the pressure of his 
orgasm overcame him. She beat on his chest and screamed, 
"Sam, you stupid shithead! I gotta get -wet- first cause a 
dry fuck FUCKIN' HURTS!"

              *              *              *

"Oh Sam, oh Sam, that feels perfect," Kem groaned as her 
back arched. Her pelvis made small circles and her hands 
petted his bare chest. She leaned on his shoulders and her 
breasts dangled invitingly. Cautiously she rode his cock 
and her confidence grew with each stroke. Her pussy 
squeezed his prick with every stroke as her tempo got 
faster and faster. Squeals erupted from her throat when he 
struck her cervix. He cradled her hips and lifted himself 
opposite her thrusts when she begged, "Fuck me, fuck me, 
please, please fuck me."

She contradicted everything Sam knew about sex. When he 
would have fallen into his sad pattern of ineptitude, Kem 
shepherded him in the right direction. The sounds pouring 
out of her mouth made him burn white hot with desire and he 
plunged into her heat with wild abandon. His own voice 
froze so the only way he could communicate was with his 
body. She plucked her taut nipples and he reached up to 
take over that task.

"Cum, cum, cum, cum, baby, please," she chanted. Her breath 
came in short gasps, punctuated with the slapping sounds of 
flesh meeting as she fucked him. Moments before a wail 
ripped from her lungs, her vaginal muscles strangled his 
cock. Her entire body quaked with the orgasm and creamy 
fluid drenched their pubic hairs. She twitched on top of 
him and her pussy gripped him firmly.

The tingling of Sam's climax climbed out of his boys and 
through his manhood. His load slathered the condom's inner 
wall and his hands squashed Kem's ample breasts 
reflexively. She collapsed on him and he plopped out onto 
his thigh. Their bodies carried a sheen of sweat and cum 
which caused Kem to slip off and lay next to him. He curled 
one arm under her shoulders, pulled her close and hugged 
her. Tears cascaded from his lashes as he nestled his damp 
face in her hair. Tears for the pleasure of pleasing her. 
Tears of happiness when his brain understood that he didn't 
have to hurt a woman to love her.

"Kuemper," he said. "I have to tell you something 
important." His lungs filled with a deep breath.

"What?"


End of part one...

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Editor's Postscript: "Yes, PLEASE tell us!"  That was my 
frantic exclamation upon reaching this point when Dancer 
asked me to look at a story she'd written WAAAY back when 
we were still living together.  I went after her into the 
living room, turned off the TV, and demanded she finish the 
story - "NOW, thank you!":)

This story is actually a fair bit older than our 
relationship - she'd started it eons ago in college (could 
you guess?:) but it just 'died on the vine'.  About a year 
ago she was reading the stuff I was writing (sci-fi, I 
think) and said "I could do this, couldn't I?"  I 
encouraged her, and she dug out this - aren't you glad? :D

And YES, I already have part two proofread and posted by 
the time you're reading this; relax.:)

