I want to thank all the people that have helped me edit and critique this story and especially Maddy Bell for allowing me to join her universe and giving me permission to write in it.
Based on the story Gaby, Book # 4 - Once Upon A Time In America By Maddy Bell
All Characters portrayed in the story are copywrited to Maddy Bell for her Gaby series found at Maddybell.com
Scene 40
Monday,
I pulled my balaclava around my face and walked into the gathering room, with many other beautiful women. Huge pillows were laying all about, and some of the women were wearing almost nothing at all, just lounging on these pillows and talking about this and that and about when Joseph would want them for his next sexual romp. I looked around the room stunned by what I saw. I realized I was in a huge room with a large bathing pool in the center of it. There were many naked women in the pool bathing. With this many women, and the naked female skin in the room, I was surprised to see several men standing around the room looking like they couldn't care less. They just stood there like they were guarding us from something.
“Em, Em dear, why don't you take off your clothes and join us in the bath. I'll do your back for you.” Ally said with a smile.
I saw Ally, Bernie, Sabrina, Britney, Gaby and Maddy already in the bathtub naked. I was jealous of Gaby; her breasts were so beautiful and natural, just like her cousin's Maddy. I wish mine were as big as hers. I took off my Genie pants, and bikini briefs, then my top and balaclava. I slipped off my slippers and smoothly waded into the pool of beautifully warm water. The girls all screamed and they came over and hugged me.
“I hear you will be sharing our master's bed tonight,” Ally said jealously. “I don't know why Joseph wants you all the time? What is it you do that makes you so desirable?”
“What? Who me? I … uh um just make him comfortable and worship him is all.”
“Sure you do,” yelled Sabrina.
“Yes, I bet you do worship him. In a pig's eye.” Maddy said.
“Just because you have the little bit extra that we don't have, he likes you best. If we all had what you had, we would all draw favor from him.” Gaby yelled.
“Gaby, you cow! You have as much as I have, you just don't know how to use it, or you would have kept him for yourself.” I said.
“What! I know how to use it, and I'm more beautiful than you. Why does he seek you out instead of one of us?” Gaby retorted.
“Get over it Gaby. Maybe I have a better personality than you. I don't have to look down my nose to make love to him,” I said again.
“Why you little charlatan, you little gutter snipe, how dare you insult me like that about my husband. I was his wife before you were; … you … hussy!” Gaby yelled.
“I'll get even with you Gaby, you just wait.” I said.
“Girls! Girls! Cool off, before our husband comes in here and finds displeasure with all of us. He likes us all, and he loves us all equally,” Maddy yelled and got between Gaby and me.
Ally pulled me away from Gaby. Good thing too, I so wanted to scratch her eyeballs out. How dare she say she is more desirable than me; at least I know how to treat my husband. To bad she has only looks. It takes more than looks to keep a man.
“Em, what has gotten into you? Here you are and found favor with our husband, and he wants you in bed with him this very evening and you go picking a fight with your very best mate. What has gotten into you?” Ally stated.
I thought this over and realized Ally is right. Our husband chose me instead of Gaby to comfort him this evening. So why did I attack her?
Later that evening; Joseph was lying next to me in bed, I was kissing him and I laid my head on his naked chest and he had his arm around me pulling me into him. I felt so loved and safe in his arms.
“You know what happened today dear?” Joseph asked.
“What my husband?”
“I met my brothers I haven't seen in many years. When I authorized that they were to be given grain, to take back home to my aging father, they didn't even recognize me. I wanted to trick them for what they had done to me all those many years ago, when they sold me into slavery. I put some items into my youngest brother's sack that didn't belong to him and then told the guards to check his bag. When they found the objects, I played like I was mad at him, stealing these items and told the guards to throw him into the dungeons. The other brothers came to his defense and prayed for forgiveness. The oldest brother even said we should take him instead of his youngest brother.”
“What happened then?”
“After they all started to plead for their brother, I told them who I was, and then told them I forgave them for what they did to me all those years ago. In doing that, I found I lost the anger I had carried with me for so long. It was like I was reborn. It felt so good. I finally realize it is always better to forgive, than seek revenge.”
That thought went through my head, ‘It is always better to forgive, than seek revenge … it's always better to forgive, than seek revenge, … it's always better to forgive, than seek revenge.'
I woke up with a start. Wow, what a weird dream. I was married and part of a harem? I had sex with my … uh … husband? I was one of several wives? Joseph? Sandy was right; I do have an overactive imagination. If I recall, I think Joseph would have had only one wife, not several. Hmmm, ‘The Technicolor Dream Coat' sure got me in that dream. Very strange, it's always better to forgive, than seek revenge. I wonder why I keep thinking that phrase?
I looked at the clock and saw it was almost time to get up, so I did my morning ablutions.
I got dressed in a skirt and blouse this morning, since I was all out of pants. I better get the laundry together and get it over to Mary's and get it washed.
It was still early and Sandy was still sleeping. I decided I would bring the laundry over to the main house.
“Hi Em, my you seem to be up early this morning. Did you get any breakfast?”
“Hi Mary, Yes, I am a bit early and realized I needed to do my laundry, so I gathered it all and brought it over to take it downstairs.”
“Oh don't bother taking it downstairs, I'll do that later.”
“You don't have to do that.”
“Em, I don't mind in the least. I'll do your laundry tonight when I get home. Will that be alright?”
“Um, ok. Are you sure? I mean I can do it myself.”
Laughing, “Oh and when do you have the time? You are always running about doing this and that, your cheer team and dancing.”
“Uh, well, I guess. Thank you Mary, I really do appreciate you doing it for me.”
“It is my pleasure dear. Now, have you eaten breakfast yet?”
“No, not really.”
“Care to join me?”
Mary and I ate breakfast together and had a nice chat.
“I better head back over, I'm sure Sandy is up by now and probably wondering where I am.”
“Thanks for having breakfast with me Em. See you in school then. Have a good day.”
Sandy was indeed wondering what happened to me. When I returned to the flat I told her what I had done. She was happy I got my breakfast with her mom.
We arrived at school with plenty of time to spare. I was walking to the main building when I spotted Maddy (Gaby).
“Hiya Mad!” I saw Maddy flinch when I said that. What's up with her?
“Rh … Em!”
“Are you ok Mad? You look a bit pale.”
“You surprised me. I was watching for the others.”
“Soz. So is he a good kisser then?”
“Who?”
“The new man in your life,” grinning.
“There isn't one.” Maddy (Gaby) mumbled.
“Sand said you were at the diner with some other kids yesterday and one in particular.”
I saw Mad (Gaby) get a disgusted look on her face.
“I er did go to the diner, but I wasn't with anyone. Not really.”
“Hey guys.” I yelled over my shoulder to Gaby (Maddy) and Brit, who just arrived, “Mad's got a new boyfriend!”
I saw Maddy (Gaby) look in surprise at the two.
“Woo, who is it Mad? Brit gushed.
“No one, we just went to the diner,” Mad (Gaby) stated.
“Must be a cute ‘NO ONE' to make you blush like that,” Brit went on.
I saw Maddy (Gaby) looking pleadingly at Gaby (Maddy) for some reason. That's strange, I've never known Maddy to get so flustered, let alone looking towards Gaby for help.
“I need to talk with Mad before class, in private like.” Gaby (Maddy) said.
Oh my, is Gaby (Maddy) getting jealous of Maddy (Gaby) having another boyfriend? I'm sure this isn't going to go over too big. Oh yes! I got you Gaby (Maddy)! Serves you right for what you said about me the other day.
“See you there then, and find out about this hunk of Mad's,” Brit stated, as a parting shot.
“Yeah, see ya later. I've just seen Sab,” I gushed.
“Laters,” Mad (Gaby) mentioned, as I turned and left them.
Oh wow! I wonder if Gaby (Maddy) is going to let Maddy (Gaby) have it? Is she really dumping Drew? Gaby (Maddy) sure seemed in a pissy mood when she heard about Mad's (Gaby) new boyfriend. Serves both of them right.
I started to look for Sab, as Miss Bell called to me.
“Mfanwy, Mfanwy Morgan, could I have a word please?”
Why was Miss B calling me Mfanwy?
“Sure Miss Bell, what's up?”
“Could you follow me please?”
Oh-oh, am I in trouble? What's wrong now?
I followed Miss B into a conference room. As soon as I entered, on the opposite side of the room, I saw the three boys that assaulted me last week in the boy's loo, standing by the blackboard, looking uncomfortable. I froze in place with a terrified look on my face. I was just about to turn and run when Miss B gently grabbed me and led me the rest of the way into the room. I noticed six other adults I didn't recognize, sitting around the table in the center of the room. I assumed them to be the parents of the three boys. Miss Cowlishaw and Mr. Pilling were there also.
I whispered to Miss Bell, “Ah … what's going on here?”
She whispered back, “Em, relax, there is nothing to worry about. You are not in trouble, unlike some boys we know.”
I looked at Miss C and Mr. P; they both acknowledge me, “Morning Mfanwy.”
Miss C said, “Please take a seat, this shouldn't take long, and no you are not in any trouble, so please relax.”
I nervously looked over at the three boys, Dean Gillespie, Mitch Deemer, and Jason Lawson as they were all looking towards the floor studying their feet, I suppose. Dean looked up at me and tried to smile. I just frowned at him. Miss C saw the interaction and took my hand and gently squeezed it.
Miss B got up and started to make the introductions.
“Now that we are all here, we can get started. My name is Miss Bell. I am a geography teacher here at Augusta High School and the coordinator for the English foreign exchange students. On my left are Mr. Pilling, and Miss Cowlishaw, teachers and chaperones of all of the English foreign exchange students from Warsop College in England. They are here to insure the safety of their students. Next to Miss Cowlishaw, is one of our foreign exchange students, Miss Mfanwy Morgan, whom this meeting is about. On my immediate right are Mr. and Mrs. Gillespie, Dean's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Lawson, Jason's parents and Mr. and Mrs. Deemer, Mitch's parents.”
The parents all looked at me and then at their sons. I could tell they were all annoyed that they had to be here.
Miss Bell continued, “As the letter explains, Dean, Jason and Mitch attacked Miss Morgan last Thursday night and dragged her into the boys bathroom to sexually assault her and then beat her up.”
“We didn't sexually assault her!” shouted Dean.
“Oh no Mr. Gillespie? Why were her panties pulled down around her ankles then?”
“Ah … we were ah … just … um … checking …” he was turning very pale now. He looked like he was going to pass out.
His dad looked at him in shock. I swear he was restraining himself from killing his son. His mother was totally shocked by what she heard; she started crying. The other two sets of parents turned to their sons, looking like they too where going to kill them.
“Yes? We are waiting, Mr. Gillespie? Just checking what? What she looked like down there? Do you deny taking her panties down? May I remind you I have an eyewitness to that fact that her panties were pulled down and she was left crying on the bathroom floor, when you guys left her. I can get her to come to this meeting if you need a reminder of that incident. Miss Sandy Jones would be more than happy to come in here and give testimony to this fact. I have it documented.”
“If you where not going to sexually assault her, then why did you pull her panties down, MR. GILLESPIE?!?”
“We didn't sexually assault her! We heard that she … ah Mfanwy … ah well … she wasn't … ah … real girl. That she was ah … boy dressed up as a girl.”
“Oh really? Does this warrant your actions then? What were you planning on doing then?”
“Well …” Dean was looking around at his friends nervously, he tried very hard to not look at his parents, “ah we were going to expose him.”
“Oh and how were you going to do that?”
“We were going to expose him and scare the crap out of him.”
“Oh and how did you want to do that then?”
“Well … we would … ah … threaten him ...”
“Threaten HER in what way?”
“Show him … ah her … that queer people like him … were not welcome here.”
“And what then? After you threatened her, what were you planning on doing?”
“Ah maybe … ah hit him … ah her … ah … some.”
“Oh, how brave! The three of you, ganging up on a small defenseless girl, and threatening her by beating her up.”
“NO! It wasn't like that … ah we didn't beat her up.”
“Oh? What stopped you MR. Gillespie?”
“Ah … when we pulled her panties down, we realized she was a real girl and realized we made a really bad mistake. We're sorry! We thought … we left as soon as we realized she was a real girl. I swear we're sorry!”
“I'm not the one you need to apologize to, MR. GILLESPIE! So you are saying that if she wasn't a real girl, you would have beat HIM up and possibly sent him to the hospital. You're saying that is ok then? Who came up with this idea?”
“No! It was nothing like that.” Dean was sweating now.
“Do you realize what you three did? Your thoughtless act almost put a person in a hospital, surely she is now terrified of walking alone and on top of that, you would have started an international incident between the US and England, especially embarrassing this school. Were you three aware of these consequences, Mr. Gillespie, Mr. Lawson and Mr. Deemer? Are you also aware it is against the law to discriminate against any minority? It is considered a hate crime, assault and battery to maim, that you three can be put into jail for what you did, regardless if you had succeeded or not, the intent was enough?” she looked at all three of them.
All three of them turned pale and it looked like they would pass out. The parents were looking sick.
“Who came up with this stupid idea?”
Jason and Mitch looked at Dean and pointed. Dean didn't even protest.
“Well?”
“I did Miss Bell,” Dean confessed.
“Even though it was your idea, you two are as much to blame! You three have terrorized this school for the last time. You always pick on the weak, the helpless; the different kids that aren't exactly up to your standards. Here you have admitted to terrorizing a supposed transgender person just because they perceive themselves to be female trapped in a male body. You would beat them senseless because they are not up to YOUR standards. If it were up to me I would have the lot of you thrown in jail for what you have done. Matter of fact, I wanted the police here to haul you three out of here today.”
Mitch went down, he had fainted. Fortunately he didn't hit anything on the way down. Miss Bell stood there not moving. Mitch's mum got up and walked over to her child, or did she really want to lay claim to him after all she heard? She slapped his face a few times, not softly neither, and Mitch wakened. His mother, with the help of Jason, picked him up. She gave Mitch the dirtiest look I have ever seen possible on a human face. I saw terror in Mitch's face. His mother went back and sat down, not saying a word to him. I could tell all of the parents were stunned and pissed at their children. Their perfect angels weren't so perfect after all.
“Like I just got done saying. I wanted the police here, but one person stood up for you three.” Turning to the parents, “I'll have you know that the one person who did stand up for your sons, was the person with the most reason not to stand up for them, and the only person who I would listen too about all of this. This person pleaded with me to not go to the police, for she felt it would have accomplished nothing, and this person, get this, would have felt very badly about it. The only person that has the right to decide what happens with your children is Miss Mfanwy Morgan. She told me that the person who told them about her was ill informed. I know the person that informed them, and this person has already been talked too, and will be taken care of later.”
“I do not condone this type of behavior in our schools, and I will prosecute severely, any student that will do any type of hate crime, or attempted rape. Miss Morgan has pleaded their case and has gotten me to agree not to prosecute, at least at this time.”
“What do I mean by that? If Mr. Gillespie, Lawson, and Deemer promise, that for the next three years, that they are in this school, not to get into ANY TROUBLE that they instigated, and I do mean ANY TROUBLE, at the end of those three years, I will throw away this file and have their records expunged of this incident. However, if they choose to get into trouble, I will turn this file over to the police and will charge all three of you, to the fullest extent of the law, with assault and battery, rape and intent to do emotional harm. Do you understand my meaning Mr. Gillespie, Lawson, and Deemer?” Looking harshly back at all three of them.
I saw their eyes bug out of their heads as they heard this.
“If you think I am kidding, then just try me. What you three did was irreprehensible. You may not have intended to rape her, but what you did was exactly that, for she may live in terror for the rest of her life, for what you three did to her.”
“Now, I think there was another part of this meeting that was a condition you had to meet, for me to allow you to make amends to Miss Morgan. Have you three done this?”
“Yes ma'am,” all three of them said.
The three of them moved to the table, got their book bags and they each pulled out a letter. They went to hand it to Miss Bell but she said, “Don't hand me those letters, I'm not the one that you have to apologize and give thanks too. I want you each to read those letters to Miss Morgan, in front of your parents.”
I saw all three of them get very nervous. Mitch was the first one to comply.
Mitch opened the letter and read the following,
“Dear Miss Morgan,”
“I truly am very sorry we attacked you last Thursday evening. We had no right to do that to you, for whatever reason.”
“I am truly sorry I went along with, who I thought were, my friends. “
“I really, really feel bad for what we did to you. Will you please accept my humble apology? I promise I will protect you from now on, to the best of my ability and wish you to inform me if anyone is giving you a hard time.”
“You are a very beautiful girl, and I don't know why we ever thought otherwise.”
“Sincerely”
“Mitch Deemer”
“I am truly sorry Miss Morgan. I never intended to hurt you. I should have walked away when my other friend did. I'm so sorry.” He handed me the letter, I took it and just sat there not knowing what to do or how to respond.
He walked back to the others looking down and crestfallen.
Jason Lawson walked over to me. “Ah … Miss Morgan, I would like to read my letter too.”
“Dear Miss Morgan,”
“I truly apologize for my actions on Thursday.”
“After thinking about it and realizing what I had done to you, I realize how stupid I was and how bad I felt for doing it. You did not deserve the things, which we pulled. I wouldn't blame you for hating me.”
“I truly am not as bad as it all looked. I guess I got caught up with my so-called friends and I shouldn't of.”
“I knew better and it wasn't right to do what we did, but I was stupid nonetheless.”
“I couldn't understand why Dean wanted to attack you. There was no way you were a boy, all we had to do was look at you and see how you were. No boy can look as good as you do.”
“I should have walked away from them like my one friend did. He was the smartest of all of us.”
“I am really sorry, weather you want to believe that or not, I will understand if you don't.”
“If for any reason you have problems with anyone in the future, please let me know, I will try to help you.”
“You are a very beautiful girl, and for what it is worth, I would have loved to have had a date with you. I know it is too late for that, and I was too stupid to go along with what happened.”
“I'm sorry.”
“Sincerely”
“Jason Lawson”
Jason handed me his letter, “I'm sorry this all happened, I wish I could turn time back and this time not do what I did. I'm truly sorry and I deserve and take whatever punishment I will receive. Please do not be scared of me, I will not harm you anymore.” Again I didn't know what to do and just took his letter.
He too just turned and walked to the others and looked remorseful. When he saw Dean he gave him a really dirty stare that made Dean jump. Dean didn't look none to happy, at least not as cocky as he had been last Thursday.
“Um … I guess it's my turn. Hey, look, I'm sorry about last Thursday. I just … well …” looking at the letter in his hand, then looking at the other two guys, then at the parents at the table and the murderous looks that his parents was giving him. “Look I … ah … I'm a … ok, ok I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done it. I was told you were a guy and I felt someone needed to straighten you out. I couldn't understand why you looked so good and it didn't make sense, but he told me you were a definite homo, and fagot.”
“DEAN! That's quite enough out of you!” his mother yelled at him and he saw Miss Bell was getting angry too.
“Sorry! Oh well, I took care of him anyway.”
“You did WHAT?!?” Miss Bell interjected. “We will talk more about that right after this meeting young man.”
“Yeah, well whatever.”
‘What an arrogant little snot this guy was,' I thought.
“Well, I wrote this here letter for you.”
“Dear Ms,”
“Sorry about Thursday night.”
“I thought you were somebody else, but I guess I was wrong.”
“Sorry to have caused you pain, but we needed to know. Good thing you weren't a guy, otherwise I would be in worse trouble. Not that I'm not in trouble now, but at least it isn't as bad as it could've been. “
“Thanks for that.”
“Hey if ever you need something please don't hesitate to give me a call. I'll take care of anything for you.”
“Again, sorry for the mistake, it won't happen again.”
“Yours”
“Dean”
“Here you go,” he handed me the letter.
I looked at him and wondered if he was real? What a toe rag. Was that an apology?
“Get back with the others Mr. Gillespie.” Miss Bell said in a nasty tone.
I looked at his parents and I could see they were absolutely shocked by their son's behavior. His dad looked like he wanted to kill him right there.
“Listen up, this is what is going to happen. First you will all sign this document stating that what is in your file is accurate and complete. Then you will sign this form stating you will stay out of any type of trouble for the next three years, if you don't, you will have your files sent to the police and they will be notified about what you all committed. Miss Morgan will also sign the document insuring that it is accurate and correct in all ways. The boys will be put on a one-week suspension, and when they come back, they will have a week's detention after school. When the signing is all complete, Miss Morgan can then go to her class and you three will stay here until we settle things with your parents. Is that understood? … DEAN!?!” Miss Bell explained.
“Yeah, whatever.” The other two looked down and just nodded their head.
“Do any of the parents want to say anything?”
Mr. Gillespie got up and said, “I first want to say how sorry I am for what happened, and please accept my humble apology to Miss Morgan. The first thing I'm going to do when we have Dean out of here is take him to an eye doctor, to get his eyes examined. If he can't tell the difference between a real girl and a boy that is dressed like a girl, he is blind and really a slow and pitiful learner. The other thing I'm planning on doing is, give Mfanwy some type of compensation for what happened to her. Is there anything you would like my dear? Anything?”
“That's not necessary Mr. Gillespie. I appreciate the offer and such, but it really isn't necessary,” I felt a bit uncomfortable right now.
“Well, if you think of something let me know. In the mean time, I will be taking care of Dean and his despicable attitude. He will change his ways or I may have him put down like some elderly dog. We brought you into this world …dare I call you son, and we could most certainly take you out of it,” his dad glared at him, “You think you have gotten off lightly do you? Well let me tell you this, things are going to change. They are drastically going to change. I have had enough of your attitude. I should have done this, years ago. Mister, your free ride is over, from now on you are going to pay, and pay dearly.”
Dean's eyes got big as saucers. He looked at his mother and she too had a stern look on her face. Evidently, he didn't think his parents had any backbone. He is starting to see them in a different light now.
The other parents also apologized to me for their son's behavior, and they thanked me for not prosecuting. They all promised changes.
Well I'm not going to hold my breath, but I do hope that they do change their ways. Jason and Mitch seem to be really nice guys, once you get to know them. To bad they hung around with that thug Dean. Looks like his parents are really pissed off at him. Good for them!
Miss Bell gave me a tardy slip to take with me to go to my first period English class. I got to the classroom late and entered, “Ah, Miss Morgan, please take your seat please. As I was saying, which word is the pronoun in this sentence? …”
Ally and Darla both looked at me questioningly. Ally mouthed, “Where were you?”
I mouthed back, “Tell you later.” Ally just nodded her head and pulled her attention back to the teacher.
Both Ally and Darla ganged up on me after class. “What happened, Em? Where were you?” Ally asked.
“You wouldn't believe it. After leaving Gaby and Maddy, I went to look for Sab, and Miss Bell cornered me. Evidently, she wanted me in the conference room, for a meeting about the boys that dragged me into the boy's loo last week. They were there with their parents, and Miss C and Mr. P were there too. The boys all wrote a letter of apology to me, and they had to read it in front of their parents to me. That Dean is a real git. His apology, if you want to call it that, was horrible. The other two, Jason and Mitch, did a really good job.”
We walked to our next class and I pulled out the letters of apology and showed them. They both read them and Ally said, “You weren't kidding about that Dean kid. What an arse.”
“I'll say. He's an idiot too. He has caused a lot of problems over the years. He seems to feel nothing can touch him,” Darla mentioned.
“Well he wasn't so smug when his dad got up and apologized for him. He also offered me a gift of some sort. The funniest thing he said was that he was going to take his son to an eye doctor. He said he had to be blind if he couldn't tell the difference between a bloke in a dress or a real girl.” We all laughed at that.
The teacher arrived and we went on with class.
At lunchtime I had to tell the story all over again for the other girls that sat with us during lunch. One girl said, “Well it is about time someone did something about those idiots, they cause nothing but trouble for everyone.”
“I don't know about that. Jason and Mitch seem to be pretty cool though. Once they talk to you nice, they are rather cute. Jason even said he would have loved to have gone on a date with me, but realized it was too late to do that now. He seemed to be truly sorry, as was Mitch.” I said.
“Well I don't know about those two, they are sort of followers. I'm talking about Dean! What a jerk that idiot is. I really don't understand what his problem is, but he's definitely a piece of work. I hope he gets his,” Casey said.
“By the sounds of it, I'm sure his parents are definitely going to take care of him. His father was really pissed,” I said.
“Couldn't happen to a nicer guy,” Casey said.
After lunch I went to my next class, Geography with Miss Bell.
Miss Bell stopped me and said, “Sorry about this morning, I probably should have reminded you yesterday that we were going to do this today. Are you feeling better about what had happened?”
“Yes, I think I do. It looks like Jason and Mitch don't seem to be all that bad, as people go. Dean, I'm not so sure about.”
“Yes, Jason and Mitch are followers unfortunately. Dean is the real problem. I am sure those two will have no problem meeting the three-year requirement. In you go.” As she guided me into the room and she closed the door behind us.
“Where were we yesterday? Oh right … turn to page 243 …” Miss B said, as she headed for her desk.
When we finished Geography Miss B said, “See you girls later at cheer practice.”
“Bye Miss Bell, laters.”
We arrived at History and as we were walking in some of the boys turned to look at me and smiled and winked. What the heck is all that about?
“Hey babe!” one guy said, winking at me.
Ally and Darla both looked at me with a surprised look on their faces. I just shrugged my shoulders not knowing what was going on myself.
“Hey beautiful! How about a date tonight?” another guy stated at me.
I was getting seriously worried. What is going on here?
“No, don't go out with him, he doesn't know how to treat real women,” another boy said.
What is going on here?
“All right! That will be quite enough! Turn around and face the front of the class, NOW!” the teacher yelled.
That got everyone to face forward. What just happened? Why are these boys acting this way? It's neat being popular, but this is a bit much. The girls were giving me dirty looks.
Ok, so what class did I walk into? This is history isn't it? That's the right teacher.
This really shook me. I was a nervous wreck for the rest of the class.
When class was over, a few of the boys came over and said, “Hi Em. How would you like to go out tonight?”
“Umm … sorry guys, I have ballet practice tonight. I'm to busy to go out.”
One of the girls that heard me say that, said, “Yeah, I wonder why you're so busy? Slut!” and she continued walking past me.
“What?” I turned to see who it was, but the girl was already gone.
What was all that about?
“Hey Em, how about a kiss?” another guy said.
Darla and Ally pulled me away from the onslaught of guys. Both of them were wondering what was going on.
Ally said, “What was all that about?”
“I haven't a clue! Did you hear what the one girl called me?”
“Which girl?”
“I have no idea, she was gone by the time I realized what she had said and I was going to ask her why she said it.”
“What did she say?” Darla exclaimed.
“She said ‘Yeah, I wonder why you are so busy!' Then she called me a … a slut. What did I do, to be called that?”
“I have no idea? We better hurry to our next class or we'll be late,” Ally stated.
As we dashed through the halls to make it to our next class, the guys were looking me up and down; it was seriously creepy. The girls were looking at me like I was covered in sick. What is going on?
We made it to class just in time.
Miss C asked, “Em, are you alright? You look like you have seen a ghost or something.”
Darla told Miss C, “Something strange is going on. All the boys are starting to hit on her for some reason. Some of the girls are giving her an irate look too. We all don't know what is going on.”
One of the girls from the class heard Darla say this and replied, “Well isn't it obvious? Everyone has heard how easy she is. I mean she goes out with a boy and the first thing she does is make out with him. Ewww and with Roger too, that is just too strange.”
“WHAT!” I yelled.
“Everyone knows you went down on Roger, he has been telling every boy about you.”
“Why that no good piece of S …”
“Em! Don't you dare!” Miss C yelled.
I closed my mouth and fumed. That no good piece of shit is going to get his, if it is the last thing I do. That pervert needs to be put in his place.
“Miss C, that no good piece of … ewww,” I yelled, “Took me out on a date last Saturday and his mother was suppose to chaperone us. She decided to leave us alone, and he was all over me like an octopus. I broke away from him and slapped him and ran for the loos. His mother came in later and told me I must of asked for him to make all those moves on me, and that I was a slut for not keeping him under control. NOTHING HAPPENED BETWEEN US!”
“Em, quiet down, there is no need to yell. We will get to the bottom of this.” Miss C said. “My you do get yourself into it don't you?”
I was truly pissed. If that pig was standing right here he would be squealing like a pig that just got neutered, for I will do it for him, for nothing, gladly. Just you wait you lying piece of crap. I'll get you tomorrow in homeroom. I haven't forgotten what you did to me on Saturday and how your mom treated me. I'm a slut huh? I'll show you slut, you great big GIT!
Miss C tried to cool me down during class. I could tell Ally and Darla where both scared of me, when I threw my rant. The girl that had told me of what happened had blanched when she saw how mad I got. She was afraid to come near me. A lot of the other girls in the class heard what happened and they just looked at me amazed. I did very little during class, and Miss C kept looking at me concerned I would do something that would not only hurt someone, but possibly hurt the relationship with this school.
When the class finally finished I had cooled off considerably. I figured why get mad now. I will wait until morning and get the little git in homeroom. I put a smile on my face like nothing had happened and walked from the room. Darla and Ally were both concerned about me.
I asked them, “Where too next?” for I couldn't think straight.
Ally stuttered, “We have foresters practice in the gym.”
“Oh right. Well let's get a move on. See you tomorrow Darla.” Heading towards the ladies locker room.
“Uh … right, see you tomorrow Em, Ally.” she headed towards her lockers and home.
I think she turned back to look at me to make sure I was alright. I saw Ally taking nervous looks at me also.
“Relax Ally, I'm ok for the moment. I need to think on how to handle that little shit. Spreading lies about me. I need to get him good. He can't do this to me. What a Neanderthal. That pig. OOOOHHHHH!”
“Em, why don't you let us get him for you? We can embarrass him in so many ways where you won't get hurt, or thrown out of school. Everyone will be expecting you to do something, so don't do it. Talk with Sandy tonight, I'm sure she can come up with something. Maybe we can show the whole school how bad he is and a liar to boot. We can get him to clear your name and make everyone realize what a pig he truly is. He is going to be so sorry he messed with you. Just don't you jump in and beat him up. That will get you into trouble.”
“Yes you're right. But what can I do? Everyone now thinks I'm easy and slut.” I start to cry.
Ally grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. “Don't worry Em, we will get him, that's a promise. Come on, let's get changed and use our anger and work it off cheering.”
I allowed her to drag me into the ladies locker room.
Ally and I decided we would warming up together, I noticed Mad and Gaby talking. I looked around and Bernie and Miss C were warming up together for a change.
Gaby and Maddy were talking about something but we couldn't make it out. Miss C noticed them and said, “Less talking!”
I heard Maddy say Rhod, and boyfriend. I wonder what they are talking about? I heard Gaby mention something about a Diner and Sam. I realized it must have been about Mad and that boy she kissed. Maddy didn't look all upset about it. Maybe it is all true; maybe Mad does have a new boyfriend, and is dumping Drew? I'd really be mad if Mad did that to me. Why isn't Gaby getting more upset? I mean Gaby/Drew has every right to be upset at her for getting another guy.
Miss B had set up her camera equipment again and Miss C and Miss B put us through our paces relentlessly. They drilled us unmercifully and despite our fatigue we were improving. After we finally finished for the evening, Miss B set up an impromptu film show.
“So you guys, well done, we have ten days before the East Coast Cheer and Dance Champs over at GMU, I'm sure you'll knock their socks off.” Miss B concluded
I could see we were making vast improvements in our show. I'm happy, but very tired at the moment.
We all got showered and changed. As we were leaving I met up with Ally and Sandy, then I remembered I was supposed to ask Gaby if she was going to come to our sleep over this weekend.
“Hey Gab!”
“Wassup?” she slung her book-bag over her shoulder.
“Never guess what?” Ally enthused.
“What?” Gab yelled.
“Sandy's Mum has agreed to let us have a proper sleepover at the weekend!” I yelled in excitement.
“Isn't that cool?” Ally burbled.
“I s'pose.”
“Come on Gab, it won't be like Anna's,” I told her
“Anna's?” Sandy queried.
“Gab and Jules got into major doggy doo after the last sleepover they went too.” Ally told Sandy.
“Why?” Sandy asked worriedly.
“Gab got really drunk.”
“Really drunk?” an even more worried Sandy asked.
“Wish I'd been there,” I stated.
“But how could you get drunk, you're only thirteen?”
At this Gaby got a disgusted look on her face.
Don't worry Sand, she doesn't make a habit of it,” I stated matter of factly.
“I err, don't know whether I can come anyway,” Gaby told us, “I need to ask Mrs. Walters.”
“Well your sister's invited too.” Sandy told her.
“Thanks,” Gaby stated.
“Sugar! Come on Em, I said I'd collect Kevin from the sitters on the way home.”
“See ya later!” Smiling at Gaby, as I follow Sandy.
“Bye Rh-Em.” Gaby replied.
I heard Ally ask, “So you want to go?”
“Dunno.”
“Go!” Mad and Bernie both chorused together.
“Yeah to Sandy's sleepover.”
“You're kidding? Try stopping me.” Bernie enthused.
“Yeah!” Mad confirmed.
“Gab?” Al pressed.
“I'll ask,” Gaby stated.
Was the last thing I heard as we were almost running to get to Sandy's car.
We stopped at the child minders and Kevin was happy to see me and practically jumped into my arms.
“I missed you Aunty Em.”
“I missed you too sport. Say hello to your sister too.”
After Sandy got done getting all of Kevin's things Kevin wriggled out of my arms and ran to his sister and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the lips. “Missed you too, sis!”
“Missed you too, little bro.” Sandy put a major smile on her face.
“My what a change. It is so good to see your little brother finally liking his big sister. That's a change.” The child minder stated.
“Yes, Kevin has come around ever since Em has been here. I like my little brother very much.” Hugging him tightly to her and Kevin returned the hug.
“I like my big sister and I always have.” I saw an appreciative smile on Sandy's face and even a small tear escaping her one eye.
We put his things into the car, got in and drove for home. Sandy told me she had to go into work for a bit, so she would be dropping us off.
Once home, I noticed that Mary beat us home. Kevin and I got out of the car and Sandy bid us goodbye as she backed up and left for her job at the diner. I took Kevin over to the house and just as I was going to head back over to the flat, Mary said, “Em, do you have a moment? I wish to speak with you.”
Oh no what now? “Um sure, I don't have long, I need to get something to eat and get my stuff together for Ballet.”
“No problem, this won't take but a minute. Kevin, scoot up to your room and change out of your school clothes, alright?”
“Sure ma.” He left running out of the kitchen.
I sat down on one of the stools sitting around the kitchen.
“I heard there was some trouble today?”
Oh-oh, what did she hear?
“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”
“I heard that Roger Stoller was spreading some rumors about you.”
“Oh, you heard about that too.”
“Yes, I did. I'm not very happy about it either. After what you told me about what had happened, and knowing the whole story, do you want me to confront young Mister Stoller? He needs to be taken down a notch or two. He is spreading lies, and we need to stop them quickly or there may be some trouble brewing.”
“Um yes, but what can we do? He'll just deny anything if we try to get him to talk. You have no proof. Some of the girls want a crack at him first. They think they can get him to crack, to tell the truth and embarrass the stuffing out of him. Which he deserves. Can you allow them first crack at him though? I don't want anyone to get into serious trouble, and who I talked to thinks they can handle it with out any of us getting into trouble.”
“Alright, since you think your girl friends can handle him, I won't do anything. But if anything goes awry, I will step in and I will have him punished. I still want to have a talk with him and his mother about what happened that night.”
“If things don't go as planned, I will let you do it, you'll have my permission. Right now I would love to kick him so hard that he won't be able to go to the bathroom for a month.”
“Please don't do that, for then I have to punish you. Even though he deserves it. All right, I will let your ladies have first crack at him. We didn't have this discussion. I don't want to know what you are all planning, that way I can plead innocence at not realizing it was coming, ok?”
I ran to her and gave her a big hug. Thank you Mary, you have my word. I will not harm him … much.”
“Em?”
“Well at least where you won't find out about it? Ok?”
“Ok. You want me to make you something to eat?”
“That sounds lovely. Let me run across and get my things together.”
“Right Em, I'll have it ready shortly.”
After eating, Kevin wanted me to do some gaming with him, but I told him I am out of time and would have to do it another time. He was disappointed, but understood.
Ellen showed up shortly after. I said goodbye to Mary and Kevin and dashed from the house.
“Hi Ellen.”
“Hi Em, how are you doing?”
“Not bad at all. Remember those boys that dragged me into the men's loo last week?”
“Yes, you told me about them.”
“Well, I didn't remember there was going to be a meeting this morning and I was pulled into a conference with them and their parents. Their parents were none to happy about what had happened, and I think Dean is going to get the worst of it. He seemed to be the head of the group. The other two boys looked like they were actually quite nice, when you get them away from that nasty git, Dean. They were put on school suspension for a week, and then on detention for another week. So I guess they got off lucky at my request of not being sent to jail. They need to stay clean for the next three years at high school, or they will still be turned over to the authorities for attempted rape and assault, if they don't behave. I think the two followers will be alright; Dean Gillespie, I'm not so sure he will make it.”
“Well, do you think the solution will ease your pain of what happened to you?”
“Thinking about it, yes. I mean they only thought I was a boy dressed as a girl. Just because Dan found out about me back in England. I wish Dan never would have found out. I didn't want these boys to suffer because of me.”
“They never would have thought about it twice to harm you if they thought you really were a boy playing a girl's role. By the way, you are you know?”
Giggling, “Yes I guess I truly am. I seem to forget that I'm a boy by birth. I am so comfortable being a girl, I feel so right being one.”
“You are quite the lovely young lady too Em, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. As far as I'm concerned, you are a young girl through and through.”
“Thank you Ellen, if it wasn't for you and your appliances, I may have been lying in a hospital bed right about now. Instead, everyone now thinks I'm a true girl; even Dan I believe.”
“You are quite welcome Em. I am so blessed to have met you. Oh before I forget, Valerie is due back this weekend for a week or so, before she rushes off to her next modeling gig. I told her about you and Sandy, and she so would love to meet you both. You think you two can make some time for us?”
“Wow, I'm sure we can. I can't wait to meet with her.”
“Ok, I will let you know more when she arrives home.”
We arrived at the school and we both got out and headed for the ladies changing room. I felt so much better than this afternoon. I am so looking forward to meeting Valerie, Ellen's ex-husband and now lesbian partner. She sounds so cool. Sigh!
“Hey stranger! Where have you been?” Rachael asked.
“Oh, hi Rachael! What do you mean where have I been?”
“Well, I kept saying hello to you and you weren't responding.”
“Oh sorry, I was deep in thought. Sorry Rachael, I didn't mean to ignore you.”
She giggled, “I know, come on we're late for warm-ups.”
I smiled at her and followed her out of the changing area to the practice room.
“Ok ladies, lets warm up and then get started with our production number for two weeks from now. Mfanwy, did you bring your Pointe shoes with you?”
“Yes, I have them in my bag.”
“Good. Rachael will you see to it that she puts them on correctly and start her training en Pointe.”
“Will do Ms. Burke. Come on Em, you're in for a real treat.” She dragged me off to the side by my bag and she had me put on my never before tried Pointe Ballet Slippers.
They really felt funny; there was a hard shell near the end of my foot where my toes would be supported. Rachael put some kind of material down the shoes and made sure it wasn't wrinkled.
“What was that you put down into the point of my shoes?”
“I put some lamb wool to help cushion your toes. Your toes are going to be sore for a while until they get used to being straightened out with all your weight on them. Trust me, they will hurt a while, but I think you'll get used to them quickly enough. Go ahead and put them on.”
I slipped my foot into one of them and felt the wool cover my toes and the base of my toes. They felt good so far. I pulled the shoe on all the way and noticed how tight they were. The hard shell really held on to my toes. I could barely wiggle them. They really felt strange. Rachael showed me how to tie the ribbon around my leg so it would keep the shoe from falling off my foot. The shoe really looked weird. They had this round flat spot on the toe that looked to be about twice the size of one of those American quarters they used for money. It made my toes look like they were rounded. They really didn't feel to bad; yet!
“Wow, these slippers feel weird.” I knocked on the end of my slipper with my knuckles and it sounded quite hard.
“Come on Em, we need to get busy.”
I got up and noticed how weird these slippers feel. They kind of felt like clown feet to me, like something was there that wasn't suppose to be.
“Ok Em, we're going to start off easy and work to get to the more difficult moves.”
We started exercising and the first time I tried to get en Pointe I almost fell over. We kept at it for some time and finally I did get on Pointe and my feet were screaming. Rachael kept me at it until my feet were numb. She finally let me rest. Oh my aching feet. I wish I could have taken these slippers off. My toes felt all cramped up inside of the shoes.
“How are you feeling Em?” I feel fine, but I don't think my toes will ever recover, they are a mass of tingles.”
“Don't worry Em, you'll get used to it. Your toes just don't know what to do yet. Once they know, you won't even notice your wearing those shoes. You just need to strengthen your toes.”
“How long did it take you to get used to it?”
Blushing, she said, “It took me a while. I hated them at first, but now they are a second nature to me, and I love being En Pointe, it makes me feel so light and feminine.” She got up and demonstrated some move to me, and she was right, they made her look so light and elegant. I wonder if I will ever look like her. I would love to look like her all shapely and delicate and light on my feet. I know this ballet is having a definite effect on me as to how I walk and stand. I hope I look more feminine than I used too.
“Come on Em, enough rest. Time to work some more.”
My toes were still screaming, but I went through what Rachael had planned for me.
“There you go Em. You found your balance. Ok, walk on your toes over to me, in the walk I showed you, small quick steps. That's it. Keep your toes pointed. That's it. Wonderful! You did it. You look delightful walking that way. We will work on your arm movements next once your comfortable walking on your toes.”
“Ok class, times up. Very well done everyone. Things are coming together. I think we can meet the deadline for the show. See you on Wednesday,” Ellen said.
Ellen walked over to me and said, “Well done Em, I was watching you and you are coming along quite nicely. Hopefully your toes will recover by Wednesday so you can continue your training. Good job Rachael, you taught her quite well.”
Both of us beamed at her. “Off to the showers with you.”
We walked back to the changing room and I got my feet out of those blankity blank slippers. I massaged my toes, oh does that feel good.
“You did do quite well Em. You may want to wear those slippers more often and practice. Trust me, the longer you can stand them, the better for your feet and toes. If you do it daily, your toes may bounce back faster, and grow stronger quicker so you can go beyond the pain they now give you. It is painful for a while, but after your toes get used to them, you'll be surprised, it doesn't hurt anymore and you can jump up on them with ease.”
“Thanks for the insight Rachael. Right now they hurt.”
“Well, let's get into the shower and clean up and I'll massage your toes for you.”
We both headed for the showers. My feet were definitely not happy and were screaming in pain. We cleaned ourselves up. I got dressed and had a towel wrapped around my head in a turbine walking around like I was walking on broken glass, when Rachael said, “Come here Em. Sit! I'll massage your toes for you.”
I went to her and sat on the bench and she grabbed one of my feet and started a wonderful massage. Oh that felt so heavenly. Soon she had done both of them and sure enough, they didn't bother me as much anymore. I could still feel them when I stood up, but not with as much pain as before.
“See you Wednesday Em. I have to run.”
“Ok Rachael, see you then.” I got up and gave her a hug, “Thanks for the massage, my feet feel a lot better now.”
“Your welcome. Ta ta, see you later.” She dashed off.
“Em, are you ready to go?” Ellen stated.
“I will be in a minute, let me get my stuff put away.”
“Ok, I'll meet you in the hall.”
“Ok.”
After putting my stuff away in my bag, I thought about all that I have done since coming to the States. Who would of thought I would be living as a girl over here, be a cheerleader and a ballet dancer. I have been doing more than most girls do with their lives. To top it all off, I wasn't born a girl, but I certainly want to be one. I love this much better than being a boy. Being a boy is so … so ah boring, so dull. Being a woman is so much more exciting. I'll never want to return to being a boy. I am Mfanwy Morgan, girl extraordinaire. I put a big smile on my face and grabbed my bag and walked out to meet Ellen.
“My, look at you. Why are you so happy?”
“I was just reflecting on my life up to this point and it occurred to me, that I truly am a girl. I have done more than most girls my age, and I love it.”
Ellen laughed, “Yes you certainly are all girl Em. You're a girly girl. You love looking sharp, you take care of your clothing and I have never seen you look grungy, unlike a lot of other real girls I know. You are a fantastic person, and quite a lovely creature. Come on you, before your head gets to big to get into my car.”
We both laughed at that as we walked to her car.
When we arrived back home, “Thanks for the ride Ellen. I'll see you on Wednesday.”
“Ok Em. As soon as I know more about Valerie's schedule, I will let you know.”
“Ok. Oh, we are having a sleepover this Saturday, so Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning are out.”
“I'm sure that won't be a problem dear. Tell Mary hi for me, will you?”
“Sure thing! Bye.”
Ellen drove off.
I headed for the flat and saw Sandy sitting there watching some TV.
“Hi Sandy, how're you doing?”
“Not bad Em. Hey, did something happen at school today?”
“Well yes a lot happened today, why?”
“You weren't hurt were you?” Sandy stood up fast.
“What? Oh no, nothing like that. I just …” I told Sandy what all went on today.
Sandy was happy with the results of what happened to the three boys, but when I got to the point about Roger Stoller, I thought she would go through the roof.
“That little good for nothing little tart, I'll fix his little mouth so it never works again. I fix him permanently so he'll never be able to sire kids ever.”
“You won't be able to do that!”
“Why not!”
“Because I'm going to beat you to it. I going to kick him so hard he will need to go to a doctor so he can pee.”
Sandy started laughing. It was good to see her laugh.
“Ok Em, I'll concede that you have first dibbs on his balls. Can I catch them and mash them when they fly from him, after you get done that is?”
“Only if I don't pulverize them first. That GIT better be ready for me tomorrow, for I am not backing down from him. I've had it with his two timing, lying remarks, at my expense. I'm beyond angry actually.”
“Well don't kill him whatever you do. It will be too good for him. Besides, you'll have to answer all type of questions, and they may give you a day's suspension or lock you up. We just want to leave the little twit in a lot of pain, is all. Something to remind him of what happens when he lies and spreads rumors all over the place, especially about a sweet, innocent, cute, little foreign exchange student, who wouldn't hurt a fly.”
At this, I looked at Sandy, and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I laughed and laughed until I collapsed on floor laughing even harder. I could hardly breathe for laughing so hard. I saw Sandy was laughing too.
After we recovered from laughing so hard Sandy asked me, “So would you like something medicinal to make you feel better?”
“Oh? Like what?”
“Umm, like some hot chocolate? With some marshmallows?”
“MMMM! That sounds good. Ok, I will take a cup. Let me go dump my stuff into my room and do a bit of homework and I'll be right out.” The homework I had was my journal so it wouldn't take me to long.
“Ok, give me a few and I'll have them ready.” Sandy went to the kitchen as I went to my room.
I realized my toes were still a bit tender as I walked into the room and took off my shoes and put on some slippers.
Monday, Day 16
The day started off to be a good day, but when I got to school Miss Bell pulled me into a conference room where I found the three boys who had dragged me into the men's loo last Thursday, threatening to expose me and beat me up. When they saw I was a girl, they got scared and left me lay there in the men's loo and ran off. Their parents were there too. The were highly put off by their sons and the story they were told of my incident. I don't think the three boys will be making much more trouble at the high school, which seemed to be what they were good at. The evidence against them could land them in jail or juvy detention or so I am told, whatever that means. They all had to write a letter of apology to me, which they ended up giving me. I hope that is the end of that incident.
There is still another problem for which I do not have a solution yet. The boy that I dated last Saturday was spreading rumors and lies about me, telling everyone I'm easy and a slut. I will confront him tomorrow and we will see what happens. I am none too happy with him at the moment, and if I have my way, he will not be sitting down for a month.
In Ballet I wore my Pointe Ballet Slippers for the first time this evening. I'm not sure if I like them or not. My toes are very sore this evening. It was interesting dancing in them, but I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to them.
I put my journal away and got ready for bed. Washed my face and combed my hair, brushed my teeth and put my nightie on and pulled on a wrap. I heard the TV in the living room and went out to talk with Sandy.
I remembered I wanted to call my mum this evening and totally forgot. I looked at the time and realized it would be about three in the morning there. Definitely too late to call. Sigh, I guess I better call her tomorrow right after school.
“I'm back Sandy. Hey could you remind me to call my mum tomorrow? I forgot to do that today for all the things that were going on.”
“Sure Em, I'll try to remember to remind you,” as she chuckled. “Oh, here is your hot chocolate mitt Marshmallow!”
“Oh yum! Looks great.”
I took my chocolate and took a sip. “Oh yes, this is just what I needed.” It was warming my insides up.
“Good, glad to hear it.”
“What are we watching?”
“Oh something called American Funniest Home Videos. It's were people send in their funniest home videos and if they are good enough they win some sort of prize.”
I watched some of these videos and cracked up laughing. One guy was teeing of a golf ball, it hit a tree and hit him right in the head knocking him out. Another was a dad with his son that was about 4 or 5 years old throwing an oblong ball, called an American football I think, right into dad's bread basket putting him on the ground. There were so many of these I couldn't remember all of them, but they were funny. I haven't laughed that much, or so hard, in a long time. It really felt good to laugh.
After the show was over and our chocolates finished, we said goodnight to each other and gave each other a hug and we both said, “Good night, sis.”
I headed to my room checked my alarm clock and went straight to sleep wondering what tomorrow might bring.
To be continued:
Joni W 22.04.08 © 2008
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