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Rebecca's Revenge Part Two - The College Years By Constance Grant =================================================== Copyright (c) 1999 by Constance Grant Manasquan, NJ all rights reserved. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to actual persons or events is unintended. If it's illegal for you to read this - DON'T. ==================================================== Synopsis: Part two of Rebecca's Revenge is set in the immediate future (up to 2004,) and continues the lusty saga of the Hayes family. Becky (the former Nicholas) and the beautiful Tina complete their college years. They are each tested in their first fight against elements of the Cartel. Attempts are made to destroy Becky's innocence, and some would say the way our heroines' fight back, begins a slide toward the evil they detest. For those who love weddings, look at chapter 23 'Another Bride,' even if you don't care for long stories. I tried to make it nice enough to last a lifetime. Otherwise, the tale is twisted with many turns, and I have intentionally avoided 'spoilers' in this synopsis. Relax with this installment; enjoy an hour away from your cares. The X rated segments are marked, but overall, this is at minimum an R rated adult tale. ==================================================== Do not forget little one, when one is given great gifts, a great price may be extracted. Demonology (1206) ==================================================== Chapter 18 - School and Other Activities ==================================================== A school is not a factory. Its raison d'?tre is to provide opportunity for experience. J. L. Carr (b. 1912) ==================================================== My first day back to school, was the Monday after I returned home from Sandra's Clinic - light a pair a body part or two. A few of the girls, obviously not my friends, spread the rumor I had an abortion, and not the kidney infection I claimed. Tina and I thought that my being pregnant was very funny, all things considered - at least nobody suggested the truth, that I was castrated and given a faux pussy without my consent. On Tuesday when Ms. Catherine Welch, the head mistress of my school, invited me into her office to talk about squelching the rumor, I couldn't help laughing. When I stopped I said, "I'm very sorry, but that story is so ridiculous - I had a very painful infection, not a baby. Even the nuns taught me the difference between a stone and a baby." She laughed at that, and I continued, "Say, mother wanted to invite you and your significant other over for dinner anyway, maybe sooner will be better then later. What would be a good day for you?" "Thursday would be fine for us. You've met Billy, and with Billy, you get Billy - even on her best behavior. Are you sure your mother won't be offended if she comes with me?" "Trust me, Jennifer is unflappable. She runs a very profitable hundred billion dollar international conglomerate and is one shrewd woman. I will check if she will be in town Thursday, and let you know tomorrow." "There is still the matter of the rumor. What do you want done about it." "It doesn't bother me in the least, let the magpies have their fun. The rumor will die a natural death quickly enough. In my old school, I would be burned at the stake at the very suggestion, but here? I don't understand why anyone would start it, like who would give a good rats butt, even if it were true. The girls who know me well think it's total nonsense anyway." I paused, opened my purse and then grinned saying, "I can't believe that Sarah Winton, she is telling everybody," I aped Sarah's phony British accent, and elaborate hand motions saying, ""Welll, nobody has seen Becky wear pads the past two months, that proves she must be pregnant." Duh, what planet is she from? Obviously, one without tampons - these aren't Cuban cigars." I made like I was smoking a tampon, "Don't waste your time thinking about it, I don't." When Ms. Welch stopped laughing she said, "Ok with me, it's probably the best way to handle it anyhow. Let me know about Thursday please, I've been dying to visit your home." Thursday turned out to be fine for Jennifer, and Ms. Catherine Welch and Billy Querns came for dinner. Billy, though short at five two, is a very masculine female. Her actions tended to matched her appearance, even though she was on her very best behavior - or else. I could see why Ms. Welch was concerned, but of course, Jennifer didn't bat an eye. Tina and I wore our long red cashmere dresses, and our diamond engagement rings with new platinum wedding bands - on the correct finger. Jennifer sat at the head of the table, Tina and I sat on her right, and Catherine and Billy (we all were on first name basis in our home) were together to her right. Tina and I did not attempt to mask our affection for one another, and Catherine got the message we intended to project. Over cordials (Soda for Tina and I) in the preacher's parlor, Jennifer brought up the reason for the get together. "Catherine, Becky has brought to my attention the school has no real athletic facilities. In this day and age, it's as important for girls to be physically fit as it is for boys. It doesn't affect Becky adversely, as we all regularly use the facilities here. However, I have been thinking of funding athletic facilities at your school, and I would like them to be dedicated in Nicola's name, if that's agreeable with you." Not surprisingly, it was. For the next hour, we discussed the proposal fully, concluding with Jennifer tasking herself to arrange for an architect as the next step. I knew this was something Jennifer had long planned to do. When they left, I reminded Jennifer that her room was still way overdue for a face-lift, and would she mind if I arranged the remodeling for her. Tina chimed in, "Oh, and while we were at it, our room could use some work. I would love to make a sitting/computer room out of Nicholas's old room, and connect it to ours - plus a few other things that need doing." Jennifer replied with a knowing smile, "Yes that's a great idea, why don't you network my computer to yours while you're at it Becky. I expect we will be sharing much work soon. Will you make all the arrangements with the tradesmen?" "Sure, it will be fun. Tina is has been planning lovely pastel color schemes, it will brighten up our lives." I replied. At school Friday morning, Ms. Welch called me in to her office and said, "You are the foxy one Becky Marie Hayes-Ravlon. Did those rings mean what they implied?" "Well, they were more symbolic that real, of course we aren't actually married. However, you can see why Tina and I were so amused by the rumor I might be pregnant, we are very faithful to each other. Trust me, the boys we date are strictly for decoration, not for sexual play. . . Theirs anyway. After college Tina might choose to be pregnant, my brother Nicholas's seed is in cryogenic storage, but after all that effort, we sure as hell won't seek an abortion. I'm sure you understand our desire for a private relationship, at least for the next few years," "My lips are sealed, was that the price of the gym?" "Absolutely not, if you check the deeds for the new property you will see it was purchased shortly after Nicola's death. That was long before Tina and I became an item. Jennifer was going to do something for the school in any event, she wanted a suitable useful memorial for Nicola, and Nicola loved this school. By the way, I do too. Tina and I are usually very discreet, that was just our way of letting you know you had a friends." And now so did we. We were far too wealthy to totally escape the attention of the press, but the publicist Jennifer hired did an excellent job of managing the stories that did appear. By and large, we were able to ignore the press. Fortunately, the Hayes household's women were believed to be boring copy, scandal wise at least, and we didn't receive in depth scrutiny. The fluff pieces that were published were largely flattering and appeared in the business, home, and society sections of the papers - and not the tabloids. For example, on Friday we got to see 'Phantom of the Opera," and had dinner at 'Windows on the World' 1,300 feet above street level in the World Trade Center building in lower Manhattan. The night was to be our treat, making amends to Sam and Paul for missing our date, and causing them to miss the show two weeks previously. Tina and I dressed to the nines in new evening gowns sent to us by the Hayes' 'Evening Lady' division for the occasion. They were made of an exciting new organza fabric that reflected rainbows of light, like sunlight from oiled bath water, it gave the impression we were nude and clothed in an almost transparent black hologram. Jennifer loaned us some fine diamond jewelry, tiaras, chandler earrings, matching diamond tennis bracelets, and matching velvet and diamond chokers. The boys wore black tux, and looked most elegant. Our publicist tipped the New York Times fashion magazine, and they had a photographer and feature writer cover our evening. The resulting story was to be included in an upcoming series, "Beautiful People At Play in Manhattan." They photographed us entering the restaurant, at dinner with the Manhattan skyline in the background, in our limo from dinner to the theater, and in our box at the theater. After the show, we were brought back stage, met with the cast, and more pictures were taken. On the way home, the boys looked for a piece of us - they received a quick kiss good night, but their parents were more than delighted with the Times piece! Thanks to the Hayes 'Cinematic Magik!' subsidiary, the color photos in the multi-page spread were gorgeous; and the boys were as photogenic as Tina and I. While the feature writer interviewed us at length in the limo after dinner, the story was almost word for word from the publicist's background sheet - that Jennifer had approved. The Hayes 'Evening Lady' division used many of the photos in a hugely successful advertising campaign to promote the new fabric. *** The night of the play, my twin sister Becky visited me in a dream. It was the first time since I discovered Jennifer's duplicity that night in the clinic. I was very glad to see her; in life, we were very close. We had shared all our joys and sorrows, and loved each other deeply as only twins can. "Why, Becky, why did she do this to me?" "She was afraid you would grow into the monster she believes Uncle Mike was." "I'm me, Nicholas and I have Tina. I don't want to have anyone else. Especially not a child, that is perverted - I hope he is roasting in hell for what he did to Tina." "I don't know about hell, but he isn't up here with us. I know it's hard for you now, but your loss is the price of Jennifer's trust. If you were a whole man she would always suspect you of going the way of Uncle Mike." "But in doing this she has violated my trust, at the very least she should have secured my consent." "Would you have given it to her?" "I don't know for sure. I guess if she made a compelling case, I probably would have. In any case, she should have asked. Trust is a two way street you know." "What are you going to do? Are you going to confront Jennifer?" "Not for now, I am going to prepare myself to take my rightful place - nothing will give me back what she took. Confrontation now will only rekindle her suspicious of my motives - and the male me. I will be the model daughter you would have been, and learn how to use the power she controls to the very best of my ability." "I agree, and for what its worth - I believe that she really does love you." "That's wonderful, I hate to think of what I'd have lost if she only liked me." "She loved Uncle Mike, and his depravity was something Jennifer never suspected. It hurt her very deeply when she found out how weak and beastly he was. She hasn't fully trusted any man since she found out - and it's corroding her future. Our conversation lasted for what seemed to be hours. Our pleasant intimate give and take cooled my anger, and I felt at peace with myself - for now. Becky smiled and waved as she disappeared into the portal. *** Our Wednesday evenings were spent in the ballroom dance class with Mike and Paul (a different Paul than the one who escorted us to the theater.) In addition to conventional dances, Tina and I were getting very good at Jitterbugging to a big band's forties renaissance, the current rage. Mike was a shy and gentle guy, but he was very strong and could really throw me around, it was a blast. Paul was not as athletic, but Tina and he looked smooth and graceful doing the same steps. After one very vigorous dance set, Mike kissed me, I was a little winded and flushed before the kiss. What started as a friendly peck became something else entirely. I felt warm and wonderful in his arms, an extension of his body. I wanted to be part of his body, and I returned his kiss with a passion I reserved for Tina. He told me afterwards that I looked so desirable he couldn't resist steeling a kiss, and he looked shaken after we disengaged. That was the first time I felt like a woman in the arms of a man, it was very disquieting in retrospect. A few minutes later in the ladies' room, Tina asked me, "What was that all about?" "He kissed me." "I could see that." "I don't know it caught me by surprise, and I couldn't help returning his kiss. I don't know what came over me, I felt like I wanted to be part of him. He seemed so strong, I wanted to yield to him and let him take control of me. Not my mind, it was something visceral, on a very physical level." "I know that feeling well, its called lust for a man, and it's what women feel when we are about to yield to a man. Frankly, with all the hormones Sandra gives you, I'm surprised you haven't felt it before." "Maybe the hormones are more effective now that I don't have my gonads. Christ, look at me. I'm far from your exceptional beauty, but for one detail, I look like a woman. Up to now, I never really felt what a woman truly feels - Tina I don't want to be a woman inside, I want to be a man, and I only want to love you." "I know you do, and I don't want that to change, but you have to recognize you have a strong female side and that it can exert a powerful influence on you. It's real, and you will have to learn to control it, just as you control your male behavior. Don't worry, it really isn't a bad thing - and we can use it to make our love stronger." She kissed me, and it too became something more, much more. I felt like myself after we repaired our makeup and rejoined the boys. We went out with a half dozen other boys now and then. Both of us were mastering the techniques of controlling their baser instincts, while still enjoying their company and they ours. In one small way, I had an advantage over Tina in that I liked sports and was knowledgeable, providing neutral non-threatening conversational icebreakers. I didn't know or care what they did for sexual release, but it was well understood by all that is wouldn't be with us. I joked with Tina that we were accessorizing men, very much as we added jewelry prior to an evening out - which was not far from the truth. Even Jennifer was going out occasionally. The two men she chose in rotation to take her to various social functions, Robert, and Jason, turned out to be closet gays, very safe, very polite, very attentive, very much to my relief. Jennifer was taking a page from our book we joked. ==================================================== Chapter 19 - A Different Perspective ==================================================== Oh Doris Lessing, my dear- your Anna is wrong about orgasms. They are no proof of love- any more than that other Anna's fall under the wheels of that Russian train was a proof of love. It's all female shenanigans, cultural mishegoss, conditioning, brainwashing, male mythologizing. What does a woman want? She wants what she has been told she ought to want. Anna Wulf wants orgasm, Anna Karenina, death. Orgasm is no proof of anything. Orgasm is proof of orgasm. Someday every woman will have orgasms- like every family has color TV- and we can all get on with the real business of life. Erica Jong (b. 1942) ==================================================== We waited until the fifth Sunday after the surgery to begin training Puss, (an abbreviated pussy,) as we nicknamed it. Tina said it was best if I didn't think rationally about the process ahead of time, and to just follow her lead. The woman who instructed her was a sex therapist employed by the clinic, and acting as a surrogate, she been successful helping other men in several cases similar to mine. Tina was quite firm, she would learn how to do the therapy from the surrogate, and take the full responsibility of training me. I teased her about her possessiveness, but I was actually very pleased - and relieved. (Authors note: If you will recall Nicholas' faux pussy had no vagina, and no female clit or urethra since he retained his penis. However, the skin within the outer lips, where a vagina would normally, be could be depressed over an inch. Nerves transplanted from Nicholas' gonads will fire when that area was touched or pressed, in rough proportion to the force exerted. What Tina was attempting was to condition Nicholas to accept those nerve impulses as a woman might feel penetration. The outer lips were formed from Nicholas' former testicle sack, and were rich with nerves. She was also attempting to have Nicholas associate touches on those lips with pleasure. The nerve bundles in his still functional penis were intact and functioned as usual.) We started making love as usual for us, but when we moved to sixty-nine Tina ignored Dickey and concentrated on Puss. After doing nice things to wake it up, she asked me to imagine she was penetrating it with her tongue exactly as I did pussy. In fact, she whispered in my ear, "Becky please concentrate on your feelings, for now let me do for you. This is not really a game, concentrate on being penetrated, imagine you are being penetrated, ask to be penetrated as the need grows." Then she resumed with Puss - kissing and nipping its lips just as I would hers; it was very pleasant but she was rapidly getting far rougher then I ever got. Finally, I almost screamed as I felt as if my nonexistent balls were pinched and squeezed very hard. Tina turned around and whispered in my ear, "I just took your cherry, and now I'm going to make you feel so good, my cock will go all the way up your new Puss, tell me you want it, beg me for it. You are a nice girl Becky, but you really need my cock now, tell me. I did, I pulled her body to me demanding, begging that she penetrate me. "Spread your legs wide and lift up your knees, while I stick my cock into you. Get ready, the first inch is the hardest for a virgin." Tina was between my legs, which were now spread apart in the missionary position, the cool air on a moist Puss only increased my desire. Then Tina was lying between my legs as a man would, Dickey was hard as a rock from the attention Puss had received, but I concentrated my attention on Puss, waiting to receive Tina's cock. Suddenly Pussy enveloped Dickey for the very first time ever, just Dickey's head. "Isn't that nice to have my cock in you?" She asked. My senses exploded, as I knew that I was in Tina for the very first time, but I suppressed rational thought and imagined she was in me, saying almost involuntarily, "Oh, yes Tina. Give me more; please much more I need you. Now, oh God don't stop now." As she moved her legs up she lowered herself onto me, but I kind of felt as if she was fucking me, in my new Puss, my new Puss was tingling. She penetrated me fully sitting on me, and reached back pushing into my Puss with a ivory phallus. The illusion was that she was buried to the hilt into me. Tina stayed 'buried in me' her hips virtually unmoving, while she manipulated the ivory into my Puss. I felt sensations of pain from my old testicles, which somehow my brain started to interpret as the full feeling, satisfying sensations of being deeply penetrated. Tina's constant mantra reinforced the feeling. After quite a while, she withdrew. Naturally, I wanted her to put it in me again, but she said, "Please wait lover, I don't want to cum in your new Puss just yet. She gave me a bath, and applied a new lotion, which made my entire skin super sensitive, all the while teasing and asking if I was ready to be fucked again. Soon, we went through the same process again, only as she applied more pressure to Puss, my mind interrupted the sensations less like a pain in my lost balls, and more like I imagined the warm full feeling of penetration. Then she penetrated me again. Manipulated Puss, and still asked me not to cum, I didn't, but my whole body was in overload. After a while we both took a shower and did it all again, by the forth iteration there was no doubt in my mind I was being penetrated, but this time I was powerfully fucked, deeply and satisfying with long full strokes, until we both achieved monster orgasms. After two weeks of this or variations each night, all the sensations my body was reporting when she would fuck me was that it was I being penetrated, my Puss was becoming exquisitely sensitive, especially enjoying sixty-nine as foreplay. After two weeks Tina asked, "You know what has happened. Don't you?" "I think so, but I suspect this conditioning, patterning I think is the proper term, wouldn't have worked if we had normal intercourse prior to now. At least not anywhere near as quickly." "Yes, I suspect your right. What else happened?" "The other side of the equation - well, please don't be offended. I think it's totally non-threatening for you to penetrate me while you remain in control, rather then the reverse. We love each other and this is the ultimate physical intimacy, through the reversal of roles, you are able to see it as the gift we are giving each other. The fact that I really feel that way must be a real turn-on for you - at least I hope so." "Pretty close, however my lover, now I don't have any trouble accepting, hell desiring penetration from you. Anyway we think of it, that doesn't matter, I want you inside of me." She giggled, "If you could fuck me all the time, it wouldn't be too much - it's just that fine. Scratch one of my hang- ups." "Gladly, but for now this is wonderful, let's do it this way." When time was right, I planned to control her as a man would - I was looking forward to that, I thought the surprise would really turn her on. Now that she had put Mike behind her. "I like it too, and thank you. You are the first person I ever lovingly, willingly, knowingly joined with, it is so wonderfully different, everything before you was an unpleasant violation of my body and soul. Thank you for making me experience physical love - and I do mean LOVE!" And she kissed me, that kiss was so fine. I learned to play tennis all over again as a girl, ride sidesaddle for a lark in an antique equestrian dress, as well as with a normal saddle. (Girls on horseback ARE naughty, Puss does make a pleasant difference, I wished I had a clit - well I did in a matter of speaking - but enough of that.) I acquired a taste for golf, exercised in our gym, and swam at least a mile a few times per week. All were relatively safe sports to minimize the possibility of being rushed to the hospital with an injury - and the resulting potential for unmasking. Prior to high school graduation, Jennifer hired half dozen well-connected educational experts to plan my higher education. Harvard, Stamford, Yale, or Radcliff were considered, but ruled out because of security concerns. However, the real reason was that Jennifer wanted to keep us close to her. I was agreed that I would be enrolled in one college and two universities simultaneously. Steven's Institute for scientific and engineering courses, New York University for business, and Columbia for languages and politics. All were chosen as they were excellent schools and in easy commuting range of home. A very large amount of grant money was funneled to each, and we certainly received prompt and considerate attention to our unprecedented requests. I insisted Tina take courses with me, coinciding with mine in time, but not always in content. I knew Tina was intelligent, but with her SAT results, in the high-fifteen-hundreds, now so did everyone else. She was the most surprised of all. So, with few exceptions we enjoyed being together most days. What started out as a selfish demand on my part, quite literally was crucial in the years to come, but of course, at the time, we had no idea. However, our real education was the hours we spent with Jennifer, at her request we were largely quiet in meetings, asking an occasional question, but saving our comments for the ladies room, limo and home. Jennifer gave the impression we were along solely to provide company for her, and we acted spoiled and bored at times to further the image. The ruse was necessary, as she didn't want to expose us to serious attacks before we were fully prepared. The plan worked, not only did we learn from Jennifer, but we also had a chance to study our potential allies and adversaries from cover. To reduce travel time Jennifer purchased a condo on Central Park West near Sixtieth Street overlooking the Park. We stayed there three or four nights a week, but we were always glad to return home to the Hayes Mansion at Nyack for the weekends. We became accustomed to traveling by limo almost everywhere. There were three limos now, as Tina's schedule was enough different from mine, that we often had classes on different campuses at the same time. The need to travel with security was driven home, by an attempt on Jennifer's life, shortly after I graduated high school. ==================================================== Chapter 20 - Attempted Murder ==================================================== Deep down, no one really believes they have a right to live. But this death sentence generally stays cozily tucked away, hidden beneath the difficulty of living. If that difficulty is removed from time to time, death is suddenly there, unintelligibly. Jean Baudrillard (b. 1929) ==================================================== It was a warm carefree June day, the sun was shining brightly, and I was thinking how fortunate we were that someone thought to erect an awning over the stage. Tina and I were wearing matching yellow sunflower dresses and slips manufactured by the 'Hayes Cares!' factory complex in this town. They were so light and airy it was as if we had nothing on - on stage in front of hundreds of people. I could tell Tina was feeling the same way; it was very erotic, and I couldn't wait to get her alone. We were there for opening a new half-billion-dollar garment/textile manufacturing plant. The Hayes 'Engineering Automation!' subsidiary had just erected for the 'Hayes Cares!' sports clothing division. Jennifer had just concluded the dedication speech prior to the ribbon cutting. As she stepped into the open from behind the podium, Nigel leapt in front of her bringing her to the floor - while shielding her with his body. Not even a quarter-second later, we heard the shots. It all registered on my brain like I was watching a sporting event with instant replay; somehow, my mind absorbed every detail of the moment. Just before I dragged Tina to the rostrum floor, I noticed a van parked on a hill, with men firing rifles at us from its open side door. Panic and screams reigned as bullets peppered the people on the podium. I yelled to Giles, "The van on the hill at two o'clock." Disregarding his own safety, he stood up and began firing at the van; his two other men on stage followed his lead. It was a very long 9mm pistol shot, however the return fire drove the cowards away in a cloud of dust. We found out later that one of the return shots' hit a perpetrator. As soon as the van pulled away, Giles ran up to Jennifer and Nigel. His other two men took positions around them shielding them from the panicking dignitaries. Giles got on his cell phone and called the police. I noticed at least six other people down, and I shouted to Giles and he passed it along to the police. It must have been an acoustical trick, but I could hear every word he said over the cries of the wounded and panic of those spared. Tina seemed in a shocked daze, but otherwise unhurt, so holding her firmly I pushed our way to Jennifer's side. Nigel had taken two bullets in the chest which passed right through his bullet proof vest, and he was coughing up pink frothy blood, another bullet passed through his arm and was lodged in Jennifer's shoulder. I checked Jennifer all over determining her only wound was in her shoulder, and that it was just dribbling a little blood. I cradled her in my arms talking to her least she go into shock. Seeing Jennifer and Nigel bleeding snapped Tina out of it, and she knelt at his side and opened Nigel's shirt and vest, using two maxi pads from her shoulder purse to stem the worst of Nigel's bleeding. She continued to kneel in the blood next to him, cradling his head and kept him from slipping into unconsciousness by talking and cajoling him. Nigel was the most seriously hurt of the nine people shot, and was taken to the hospital first, with Tina and Randal from our security riding with him. When Jennifer's turn came, I rode with her and Giles, the remainder of our security following us in a separate car. The Greenville, North Carolina hospital welcomed us with a furor of activity. While we were in triage, the town treasurer, who seemed to have been merely grazed in the arm by a bullet, died quietly of cardiac arrhythmia while waiting his turn. No one noticed until the room cleared out. As soon as we were sure that Jennifer and Nigel were being cared for properly, Tina and I returned to our hotel with Randal. Once in our room we removed our once beautiful sundresses, now encrusted with other's dried blood. Once in the shower, the blood ran down the drain off our bodies as we kissed. After we made love I confessed to Tina I never felt so alive, she admitted to feeling the same euphoria. I suppose we should have felt guilt for feeling that way, but it felt too damn good to be alive and unhurt. After our energy was spent, we dressed, rounded up Randal who had also showered, and returned to the hospital. There was considerable fallout from the tragedy. The bullet shattered Jennifer's shoulder blade, and she was in considerable discomfort from the heavy cast. Nevertheless, the next day from her hospital bed she began to analyze the reasons for the shooting. The shooters turned out to be poorly skilled workers, whose jobs in the seventy-year-old factory were eliminated by the new highly automated factory replacing it. True, under no conditions should people just shoot other people, but Jennifer was looking to their motivations. She concluded Hayes Industries was at least partially to blame. To the extent the factory workers, and townspeople, were not brought in on management's decision-making process leading to building a new factory. The prevailing opinion as reflected in editorials and letters to the editor was that 'Hayes Cares!' had, 'Just up and decided to fire half the workers and close the old factory - making machines replace people.' I helped Jennifer with an open letter to the town explaining why a new factory was necessary. The long letter's message was that in order to compete with foreign low priced high quality goods, the new highly automated factory was built as an generational investment. We argued that the alternative was closing the companies manufacturing in the U.S. completely. It was too little, too late, and even though true, only half believed. Just before Jennifer left the hospital a new Doctor visited Jennifer, under Giles watchful gaze he examined her. While he was looking in Jennifer's ear he said, "The scopolamine interrogation proves that they were paid with money and drugs to murder you, and given the armor piercing ammunition and surplus M1A1 rifles to do the job." "I suspected as much. Do they know they were questioned?" "No, we were careful." In no way did Jennifer show what she knew, and it was years before Jennifer told me, but I knew anyway. You can think what you will, but I believe Becky told me in a dream on the night after the shooting. Heads rolled at Hayes, and it was made clear that all future decisions would be shared with the affected employees and consensus sought. Jennifer disregarded worries that competition would counter our plans, if known too early. She suggested a counter strategy of disinformation, allowing public discussions of many plans, even those clearly undesirable. Sort of hiding pearls in manure. Within Hayes a policy of openness was a seminal event, one Jennifer confided to me was long overdue. "She is a real piece of work," I commented to Tina when the policy was announced. Nigel was six long months recovering. Jennifer expressed her gratitude to him for saving her life, with a million-dollar bonus and the choice of retiring with full pay or coming back to work. He chose to come back to work and eventually became an American Citizen. He claimed it was to duck British taxes, but I knew he liked this country. The other bodyguards with us that day were given one hundred-thousand-dollar bonus each for steadfastness in the line of fire. Giles recommended we all become proficient with firearms, so Jennifer had a sophisticated automated combat range constructed in the enormous empty old barn that had once housed thirty horses. To improve our speed in target acquisition a skeet range was constructed. We all became proficient and found we enjoyed the sport, but Tina had a real knack for shooting, and once she overcame her initial fear of firearms was the house champion. She even outscored most of Giles' men on the skeet course, and some on the combat ranges - Giles men based in Nyack now numbered eighteen and climbing. Jennifer, Tina, and I were given martial arts training. As a boy, I had earned a black belt in Karate at a local school. My body no longer functioned the same way. So, I had to learn new techniques. A Wushu expert, Master Lu, took up residence for a year to help us girls. Giles admitted the techniques improved his men's skills, and contributed to Nigel's recovery. It was amazing and wonderful to watch Tina blossom. She had largely lost the guilt that she had felt for being forced to be whore after she told me of her past. But over the months, her competency with weapons gave her newfound confidence in herself, which was a joy to behold. She bloomed before my eyes, and our relationship as equals, as students, as adults, as friends, as lovers solidified. Three days before my second Thanksgiving as Becky, Jennifer requested that I help with her morning bath. Out of the blue, she asked, "How would you like a new sister?" Totally misunderstanding, I touched her mons through the suds and exclaimed, "I had no idea you were pregnant!" "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean like that. Ever since I brought Tina into our house, I've toyed with formally adopting her, but for one reason or another, I put it off. If you think of it, her position is much like a young daughter who was sexually abused by her father. After being shot, I realized that I'm not immortal, and should do it now - that is if I'm going to do it at all. However, in thinking about it further, I realized it might be very awkward for you, if your spouse is also your sister. Not to mention what totally equal status might do to your relationship, especially without the bonds of marriage." I continued sponging her all over and then began washing her hair. I was thinking about what Jennifer said, evaluating it from every which way. I was quiet while I thought. I rinsed her hair and helped her out of the tub. Then I put a towel around her hair, patted her dry with another, and began to apply lotion, saying, "I think you should do it, and do it soon as possible, but if you don't mind I would like to talk to her first." "By all means dear, take all the time you need." The remodeling of our rooms was completed. The bath that had been Nicholas's, and the one belonging to Becky, was now one with all new fixtures. There was a dual sink vanity, two toilets, a warm water bidet, a large hot tub, and a separate large shower. It was after supper and we were indulging our bodies in our new hot tub with the whirlpool unit turned on high. "Tina, would you like to marry me?" "We are silly, in every meaningful way." "No, I mean legally - a white dress, a priest and all." "I would love to, in fact I dreamed about having a wedding day from when I was a very little girl. But it really isn't very practical, it would be a scandal." She giggled. "Ok, how would you like to be my sister?" "Same answer silly, I already am in every meaningful way." "No your not, you haven't been formally adopted. Take it from me, it's important. When Jennifer formally adopted me, I felt a degree of security unlike any in my life. Nobody was going to rip me away from the people I loved, not ever again." "Jennifer would never do that for me, I always remind her of the scandal that was Mike, don't forget that she is conscious that I am not her blood." "Yes she will, she told me she wants to, and I didn't even bring the subject up. She looks at you as her daughter now, the only difference between us is that you were severely molested by her swine of a husband." She was scrubbing me now. "That is pretty damn nice of her, but was she really serious?" "Very, she wouldn't say it if she didn't mean it." "Is that why you brought up marriage?" "Indirectly, I have always dreamed of marrying you, from the first day I saw you four years ago. For some reason, something deep at my core demands it. Practically speaking, if for no other reason to insure our children aren't bastards. If you think of it, we are biologically man and woman, and how I dress shouldn't preclude a marriage. The ceremony itself could be very quiet and private, nevertheless be valid. I am only seventeen, but there are several states where it would be legal with or without parental consent." "I see what you mean, once I am legally your sister, I couldn't marry my brother." "I don't know for sure if that's true, but it was my first thought." Tina finished me and I started on her, outside of several kisses, we were quiet until we were snuggled in bed. Tina hugged me saying, "Becky, if you really, deep in your heart of hearts, are ready to commit to me for life, I am more than willing to formally commit my life to you, it would make me unbelievably happy to be your wife. It's the way it should be. Likewise if Jennifer wants to adopt me, you're right, it is very important and I can't wait to tell her how proud and happy I am - I will be a good daughter for her too." "Great! Run in and tell her now, I'm sure she is very anxious to hear from you." I didn't know what they talked about for three hours, but it was after one when I woke with Tina kissing me. "Don't get fully awake lover, but all will be arranged. Jennifer agrees that we should marry, and she really, really wants to adopt me. You are a treasure." It was to be my first meeting with Charlie Marsh. Jennifer sent Mrs. Hammer to wake me; I looked at the clock sleepily. It was a few minutes before six, and Tina was still sleeping contentedly. I sat up and Mrs. Hammer whispered that I should dress quickly and come to Jennifer's room to meet a gentleman. I quietly went into the bathroom, did the necessary, and took a fast shower. Back in the room I donned a bra and thong, these days Dickey nestled very inconspicuously between Puss' lips, if I paused to think about it, I could get very horny. In fact, now it was a favorite form of foreplay, but most of the time, he just nestled peacefully in his new home. After the operation, he was very flexible at the base and Tina swore he was an inch longer when fully aroused. I knew why, but kept it to myself, unwilling to admit Jennifer's duplicity to Tina. Slipping on hose and shoes, then a yellow full slip, I sat and quickly applied my day makeup and brushed my damp blond hair, tying it into a high ponytail. Minutes later found me in the closet selecting a sun yellow, long straight skirt and white blouse, with a short matching jacket. Checking myself in the mirror, I added emerald studs, gold necklace and emerald cross, bracelets and watch. Satisfied that I looked like a young female executive, I knocked and entered Jennifer's room twenty minutes after Mrs. Welch woke me. I was ready for whoever she wanted me to meet - and very curious about the timing of the visit. Jennifer was fully dressed in a chic navy outfit similar to mine, and waiting in her sitting room for me. I noticed Jody had arranged her hair in a soft feminine style, more appropriate to an evening out, than a early morning business meeting. In addition to the loveseat, there were four small plush armchairs (in another age Ladies chairs) and two larger armchairs designed for the comfort of men. A large closed hutch contained her state of the art personal computer and files, the chair she used when computing was rolled against the wall, and several small tables completed the furnishings. Indirect lighting from hidden fixtures in the ceiling and walls provided glare free illumination, its level determined by voice command. "My you look lovely dear, you make up for the tardy sun, please sit down our guest will be here shortly." I sat next to Jennifer in one of the smaller chairs. "You look pretty sharp yourself, it must be the early hour - or the expected company," I quipped. Ignoring my probe for the time being, she said, "You have no idea how much I enjoy this room now, I had no thought of just how depressing the old d?cor was. I think it must have been Mikes idea, all dark wood and heavy furniture." Marsha knocked, and then brought in a pitcher of orange juice and a large thermos carafe containing coffee. A tray with three cups sets, cream, sweeteners, bagels, and sweet rolls was brought in next. Once they were set up conveniently, she withdrew. "I certainly enjoy warm pastels," I commented, "as you can see from our room, Tina picked out all our decorations too. . . Say wasn't it fun picking out all these watercolor and pastel artworks, and they all fit in so perfectly." "It was," she grinned, "But Giles was pleased when we had found all the pictures we needed, he almost ran out of gas twice circling the block waiting for us." We had spent all our free time for two weeks in August, while Jennifer healed, scouring art shops for just the right pieces. In a flash of inspiration, I knew what Jennifer's Christmas gift would be. She continued, "Our guest this morning is Charlie Marsh, I thought you two should meet. He handles many special and private needs of our family. . . As you will find out, he does very much more besides. It isn't in his interest, or ours, that he be seen with us. So, I have no idea what he will look like today. I asked him to come, after the conversation, that Tina and I had the night before last. Charlie is privy to many of our secrets, and he knows all about your history. Among many other things, he was behind the scenes easing your way out of the dreadful restaurant parking lot incident. He was also the architect behind Tina and your acceptance to the colleges of your choice, and their acquiescence to your degree objectives, schedules, and credit sharing. I want you two, to accept each other's place, in the event something should happen to me. I will make him understand that you are to be my successor, in the event harm befalls me, or if I choose to drop out of sight. He is to deal with you as he deals with me. Any questions?" "Yes, how about Tina?" "Once she is formally adopted I will make it plain to her, that after me you assume authority, with both of us incapacitated she will assume authority. Is that to your liking?" "Yes, that is proper, there can only be one ultimate authority in the family." "Good. A considerable amount of work is required to insure your marriage is both legal and confidential, and that is one of the tasks that I will give him today. The other is to arrange for Tina's formal adoption as my daughter. The night before last, Tina told me much of her life with Mike, and before. She has recently begun to remember awful things that were done to her. While I disapprove of revenge, it corrodes the soul," her normally warm blue eyes became cold as ice. "I intend to see justice is served." After a minute her face softened and she continued, "I think Tina should tell you in her own way and time. It is only very recently that she has been able to consciously face some of the details of her degradation, and to begin to truly put it behind her. You have made that possible because of your unconditional love and understanding. I want you to know, and reassure her if she is concerned, that I heard nothing the other night to make me think less of her. In fact I'm most grateful for her candor, and more determined then ever to make her both my legal daughter - and if you desire my daughter in law. She has real strength and gentleness, it's clear to me you are perfect for each other, and because of that, perfect for me." There was a knock on the door. Mrs. Hammer showed a plumber in, at least his jacket identified him as a plumber, and she promptly left. The plumber walked over to us, removed his unruly red hair with a smile, shook our hands, and sat comfortably in one of the leather chairs. I rose and served coffee and breads, as I sat back down Jennifer said, "Becky this is Charlie Marsh, Charlie this is Becky." He was about five eleven and two hundred pounds, I guessed his age about fifty with a ruddy complexion and receding brown hair. His hands were knurled and looked very powerful, but his eyes arrested you, very pale gray and they fixed you in their gaze. "Good to meet you, you are beautiful and I know you are amazingly intelligent, I can see why Jennifer is so pleased with you." Taking a sip of coffee, "My that hits the spot! Jennifer what can I do for you today?" "A few months from now I want Becky to be legally married to Tina, and I want to make Tina my legally adopted daughter. It's a tall order as I want it done with no future problems or loose ends, doable?" He looked directly at me saying, "One question. Will you remain Becky through all this?" "I am Becky to the world, and intend to stay Becky. I can see no advantage for me as I am now with a male face." It came out more forcefully then I intended. "You are right Jennifer, she is formidable. It will be expensive done correctly." "Spend what you must, this is important to me." "It will be done, is that all?" "No, I asked you here so that you could meet each other. Becky has my full confidence; she is my successor, and following the plan at the proper moment, she will be publicly take complete power in my place. I want you to understand, that while she will keep in the background as she completes her seasoning, should anything happen to me she will take over immediately - no ifs, ands, or buts from anyone. You will assist her in any way possible, just as you have me." Looking squarely at Jennifer he said, "You can count on me." With no small talk, Charlie finished his coffee and Danish and rose to leave. I stood and shook his hand; in my heels, my eyes were level with his. We looked unflinchingly at each other; our hands firmly engaged while he said, "You can count on me Becky." I replied, "Thank you, I won't disappoint you either." Then putting on his hair and wild sunglasses, he smiled warmly to Jennifer as he was leaving. "Jennifer is Charlie a lawyer? Detective? What is he?" "He is all of that, and much more. At the right time he will tell you about himself." She had a funny little smile on her face just then, and I knew that would be one great story. Back in our room Tina was just returning from the bathroom, she came over and kissed me, "Where were you at this hour?" "I met Charley Marsh, an associate of Jennifer's. I listened as she instructed him to make the arrangements for our marriage and your adoption." "Was he shocked?" "Not at all, as far as I could tell he knows all about us, and he asked if would remain Becky, I told him without a doubt," "I'm so happy." She kissed me again and her night musk kindled my desire, sensing that she continued, "I feel utterly shameless this morning. Undress for me young lady, I must see all of you before I hire you." "Should I? You wouldn't take advantage of me - would you?" I said in a small voice. "Who me? Of course not!" said 'he,' with insincerity dripping from each word. As item after item fell 'he' became more forward, "Sir you have very busy hands, why I never!" I cried. As 'he' rubbed a rebellious Dickey into Puss, finally with only my stocking and garter belt remaining, we fell laughing to the bed in each other's arms. Two hours later, we joined with Jennifer in the sunroom. Thanksgiving Day found us in a modern equivalent of the ball gowns worn last year as a surprise for Jennifer. We were much more comfortable and enjoyed the meal this time. However, we used the same flower vase, for the same purpose, with the same kinky aftermath. Catherine Welch and Billy Querns were guests for dinner as was the entire staff. After dinner, we retired to the preacher's parlor and filled Catherine in on our progress at college, discussed the new gym, as ground would be broken in April - in all a delightful day. ==================================================== Chapter 21 - Our Wedding ==================================================== Chains do not hold a marriage together. It is threads, hundreds of tiny threads which sew people together through the years. That is what makes a marriage last- more than passion or even sex! Simone Signoret (b. 1921) ==================================================== It took longer then Jennifer wanted, but in the end, she was satisfied with Charlie's plans for our marriage. I reviewed them, and was amazed at the legal hoops we would be jumping through to satisfy our requirements. I'm sure no laws were broken, but the spirit of many was certainly skirted, mainly to satisfy the requirement for the secrecy of our marriage. The major cost after lawyer fees and donations were gratuities (bribes) to individuals in credit and other tracking agencies, to not report name and status changes. For instance, Tina's adoption was to be made public and celebrated with a large party the following Sunday, but not the intermediate name changes, or phony history to mask her actual name and history. In this case, significant political contributions were made. Tina's paper trail was run through the federal witness protection program, and given the necessary legal background and phony intermediate name. To add to the intended confusion, Jennifer changed our names from Hayes-Ravlon back to Hayes - that gave her considerable satisfaction. As I suspected, the cleanest way was for us for us to secretly marry first, then later Tina would be formally adopted. Things were complicated by Jennifer's insistence on a public church wedding. She felt the experience would bind us closer than a private ceremony in our home - or a civil ceremony judges chambers. Charlie chose St. Paul Minnesota for the location of the marriage. The Hayes family maintained a home there dating to the turn of the last century. Our legal residency was easily, if disingenuously, established, as was Tina's long-term membership in Holy Innocents RC church. The bans of marriage were announced and the church scheduled, somehow all printed and newspaper announcements were misspelled. A donation of a new rectory building and major school addition, muted most questions regarding the apparent sameness of our sexes. While reportedly very liberal, the priest did ask me privately to prove I was a man in at least one important way, I guess to ease his conscience. I suppose I could have refused, but I demonstrated by peeing for him standing up, with my cock in plain sight. Fortunately, the fact I was castrated didn't come up, and as I was wearing jeans, it wasn't too embarrassing. The things we girls do for love. Saturday, August 28, 2000 was chosen as our wedding day, as the day got closer Tina became more and more excited. She insisted that we would be married in identical gowns, and in fact, we were fitted and purchased them. Catherine would be maid of honor for Tina, and Billy would be my maid of honor. They already thought they knew all about us anyway, and we needed witnesses who were not employed by us. However, we restricted the guests to them and our extended family - Giles, Nigel, Mr. and Mrs. Hammer, and Jody. We had many other friends, and some suspected our relationship was more than sisterly. However, Charley argued successfully, that secrecy could not be maintained with many more people 'in the know.' A week before we married, I arranged to give Jennifer her bath. Using the opportunity for privacy, I spoke about our wedding. "Jennifer there is one thing about the wedding ceremony I'm a little concerned about." "Not getting cold feet are you?" "Hell no, it's just that Tina wants us dressed identically." "Oh, you want to have a designer dress of your own, I really don't think Tina will mind if you talk to her about it." "No, that's not it. I think there should be just one bride at a wedding, it's her special day - hopefully never to need repeating." "Well in case you haven't looked in a mirror lately, there will be two brides, it's your special day too." "Not in the same way it is for her. Look Jennifer, when Nichol, Becky, and I were all little, we played dress up frequently. Each time either Nicola, or Becky was the bride; the other was the maid of honor or something, never both the bride. I ought to know they dressed me in a morning suit often enough to be the groom. I think little girls must be born with the desire to be very special on the day they are married, on the other hand it really isn't important to me." "That's sweet of you to think like that. You're right. How do you want to dress?" "A white morning suit ought to be fine. The designer we all bought dresses from, displayed some made to be harmonious with her dress designs. I thought I would stop by and pick one up, however with my shape these days there will be no doubt I'm Becky - it's symbolic more than anything." "Do you plan on telling Tina ahead of time?" "No I don't think so, I'd like to surprise her. Perhaps we could use the ruse that you will help her dress, and Catherine or Billy will help me. Bad luck looking at the bride before the ceremony, or some such nonsense as an excuse." "Certainly, I agree that will be much nicer." After I left Jennifer, I called Billy and asked her if she would mind coming with me while I selected a tux. She said that she wasn't doing anything urgent, so we picked her up in the limo. She didn't work outside the home, and did most of the housekeeping and cooking for Catherine. Even though, she was at pains to point out that, that she was always the male in their lovemaking. I mentioned that seemed boring to me, earning a thoughtful frown. On the way, I told her what I wanted to do, and we decided I would buy her one too. She would be my best man; she really didn't feel comfortable in a bridesmaid's dress anyway. The plot now was that we would help each other dress in morning suits, thereby surprising both Catherine and Tina. At first, the designer groused about the short notice, but a blank sales receipt, imprinted from my platinum American Express card, convinced her it was a financial windfall not to be missed. The tailoring left no doubt Becky, not Nicholas, was there; on the other hand, with Billy, one had to look twice. After my last class on Friday, Tina, Nigel, Sean, (another of Giles' men) and I boarded a flight from Newark to Minneapolis; Peter drove the limo back to Nyack. At Minneapolis, we picked up a Hertz limo for the short drive to St. Paul across the river. A service had prepared the old house for us, and a catered buffet style diner was waiting, as were our guests. Jennifer had a board meeting in Atlanta and wouldn't be arriving until nine. Everybody went to their rooms early, but before we retired Jennifer called Tina and I into her room. "There are some legal documents we all must sign, they are in the nature of a prenuptial agreement. I'm sorry to spring this on you at the last minute, but I thought it was advisable. Tina, Becky if you still wish to marry I will go on, shall I?" Tina said, "Money has nothing to do with my love, I will sign anything." "It's not about money Tina, you and Becky have more of that then you will ever spend, it is all about power and responsibility." Jennifer replied levelly. "Jennifer please explain what you are doing to Tina, I have been expecting this." I replied. "As you may know, Hayes Holding, inc. is a closely held corporation with assets in excess of one hundred billion dollars, yes Tina, billion with a 'B.' As of this instant one hundred percent of the ownership is split between Becky and I, should we both die a trust I have designated will take over voting control and management of the company. Becky's father signed over control to me years ago, with the understanding his fifty-point-one-percent voting control would devolve to Nicholas. That is when I judged him ready and able for the responsibility. Of course Nicholas is now Becky, and I can tell you Becky will be my successor. As of several months ago, in the event of my death or incapacity one hundred percent control of Hayes Holding, inc. will devolve to Becky. As Becky is seventeen and still a minor, it will be necessary to move to Costa Rico where arrangements have been made to allow her to exercise active legal control until she is twenty-one. Once Becky reaches twenty-one, the Costa Rico subterfuge will become unnecessary. These papers add Tina to the line of secession. If you agree, after your marriage tomorrow you will be entitled to thirty percent of Becky's inherited wealth. It is primarily stock in Hayes Holding, but I was surprised to find her dad and Alexis left an independent estate to Becky worth over seventy million. It is thirty percent, not fifty percent, as I would like Becky to have undisputed control while she is alive. Tomorrow after the wedding, I will sign papers formally adopting you," looking at Tina. "I will also change my will such that you and Becky will share equally my estate in the event of my passing. In the event of both Becky and my incapacity, control of Hayes Holding, inc. will devolve to you. Is all of that clear and acceptable to both of you? Becky?" "Perfectly satisfactory mother." "Tina?" "Yes, of course. This will take some getting use to - I had no idea." "One more point, all of this is legal and binding, but is strictly between us. If the wrong people find out you will become direct targets sooner than necessary." Tina stayed with Jennifer in her room, and for the first time since my operation I slept alone in a separate room, as befitted the occasion. In the morning, Billy and I dressed early and left for the church, with Giles driving one of the limos and Nigel and two other men in the chase car. Jennifer made sure Tina didn't see us leave. We had a good hour to wait, and the priest, Father Doyle, offered us the rectory to wait in while he served his last mass. When he returned we shared a light breakfast of rolls and coffee with him. I had an inspiration and asked Father Doyle if he would hear my confession. I had been brought up as a nominal Catholic, Baptism, first Holy Communion, Confirmation, but outside of generous donations, that was the extent of the family's religious participation. At boarding school, it was different, I had no choice, I participated ad nauseam, and I learned far more about Catholic dogma, then was good for any budding faith I might have had. It was unfair of me, but I asked Father Doyle to hear my confession, I told him that I had been born a hermaphrodite. Because of the organ positions, and surgical risks, the decision was made to let me keep both sets of external organs, at least until it was clear which was dominant. I explained I had been brought up as a boy, but changes in my body wouldn't support that role as I matured, even though my instincts were primarily male. I explained that I felt God had made me this way and that I wouldn't change his design through surgery. Further, that I was very fortunate to meet Tina; she was fully aware of my physiology, and wanted to marry me anyway. As he saw, I had a fully functional penis, and would be able to consummate our marriage. While we might not be able to have children, we could adopt and provide a warm and loving home. To justify the confession I admitted to increasingly licentious thoughts for Tina as our wedding neared. I received a penance of three Our Fathers and six Hail Mary's. Plus the knowledge he wouldn't talk of this ever, as it was told under the seal of Confession. Shameless I know, but I could see he was far more at ease with the situation than he had been - notwithstanding the new rectory or school additions approved by the Archbishop. Giles called from the limo, saying Jennifer and Tina were leaving the house now, and we walked to the church entering through the sacristy. We looked out and saw our guests, a photographer, a full choir, and about two-dozen others, who must have liked to attend weddings. I noticed eight of Giles' men spotted about the church. We all took our places at the front of the church waiting for Tina and her escorts. Finally, they arrived, and to the accompaniment of traditional music, Tina walked toward me looking gorgeous. She carried herself like a true princess. I knew from the fittings the heavy gown, and six-foot train, imparted a unique feeling of regal confinement. She looked so happy, even through her veil I could see her eyes sparkle and flash. Jennifer gave away Tina and Chef Robert stood for me with Billy acting as best man. It was a double ring ceremony, and we each said our own vows to each other after the required ones. I lifted her veil and Tina had tears in her eyes as she kissed me deeply, clutching my shoulder as she almost lost her balance. We walked out of the church, man with wife in the eyes of god, state, and ourselves. A few hours later, Jennifer signed Tina's adoption papers. We were officially sisters in the eyes of the state. Our marriage was a closely guarded secret, but