not? Chris asked herself, and she even thought she might enjoy helping with his progress. Maybe she should make a point of being one of his Group? As the party broke up later, Mary stayed.

"What are your plans now?" she asked.

"I'm going to finish out my contract here while I learn as much as I can," Chris responded. "And after that?"

"I don't

Chris hesitated for only a second. know positively, but it was really fun having a boyfriend. I could go to work for a hospital in the city where there is a normal population. I may want to stay here occasionally, too. But, no matter what, I fully intend to enjoy the woman's life I have been given."

Chris reached over and pulled Mary's face to hers and, with pure affection, kissed her full on the lips. The taste was different, of mixed lipstick, nowhere near as satisfying as her feelings in Ron's arms. That, she now knew, was where she would be again as soon as she could.

THE END OF THE BEGINNING

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<NOTE HERE'S ANOTHER

TAIL, ER, TALE OF CANDY. IT'S ALL PART OF 'THE LEGEND OF CANDY, A WUNNERFUL MULTI-PART FANTASY STARRING THE REPRESABLE CANDY MOUW THE. 'THE PERILS OF CANDY' ARE THE MINDINGS OF TIMOTHY REISLING BETTICUT, ONE OF THE ODDEST PEOPLE TO WANDER OUT OF THE EAST SINCE DERK KERL. HOPE YOU ENJOY. CANDY'S TALE GOES ON INTO MANY BINDING ADVENTURES, MOST OF WHICH FINALLY LEAVE HER SPEECHLESS AND/OR DUMB. OF COURSE IT MAY BE ARGUED THAT S/HE'S KINDA DUMB OUT OF THE GATE BUT THAT'S YET ANOTHER TAIL.>

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Like a bubble through simmering tar, a heavy scent of lust rises from the murk as the disco starts to swing. It's crowded, close, smokey and loud. Bathed in strobes above the dance floor, a nymphette in skin, a smile and wide garter belt quivers. Maybe 60 people wriggle at the music. A stool opens next to two chicks that let me know why I was born male. I grab it.

After a while a dazzling smile named Dolly brings me my usual neat bourbon. Today guys between 35 and 45 roll in it. A man who can't find ten sex starved beauties on any night is married or looking for some wierd stud in purple leather. Once girl's chased long term relationships. Now, they bleat for a good night's lay. And they work for it, even offer a couple of bucks. Pussy was a premium, maybe it still is in Juneau or the Wisconsin outback, but if you're male, single and keep your drool and smell within tasteful limits, you can scratch their itch,

Dazzling Dolly's back with another bourbon to say it comes from the two beauties beside me. It figures. My name's Tim. I'm just forty, but my face says thirty. I was so skinny as a boy, I ran around in the shower to get wet. Girls didn't like dates who look like zippers in bathing suits. I'm still no Rambo, but

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