Surprised Birthday Costume free porn video

Surprised Birthday Costume By Bill Hart Dressed as John Zatara, the late great magician and man of mystery from the Golden Age of comics, Wesley Dodds entered the stately home owned by the parents of Theodore Knight. Once inside, he blended in perfectly with the rest of the crowd attending the masquerade party being thrown to celebrate Ted's birthday. For those lucky, or in some cases unlucky, enough to have been invited, the party was a come as your favorite comics' costumed hero or heroine affair. But Wesley hadn't been invited; no one who knew either of them would ever accuse him and Ted Knight of being friends. Up until last week, Wesley had either ignored or tolerated him. At that time, with his many lies and after spreading plenty of his father's money around, Ted had stolen his longtime girlfriend Dian Belmont away from him. Wesley Dodds meant to get her back. Everyone invited had been instructed to coordinate their costumes with Ted, who, among other things to numerous to mention, was a control freak. He'd always wanted things done exactly his way; everyone knew it was just easier to let Ted have his own way than argue with him. For his party, he didn't want anyone duplicating the costume of anyone else. He especially didn't want anyone duplicating his expensive custom-made Batman costume. Wesley smiled, knowing that Theodore Knight was in for one very big surprise in just a few more minutes. Wesley had purposely dressed in the tuxedo and top hat that had become John Zatara's trademarks in the Golden Age simply because he figured no one else would consider coming as a Golden Age character. It was much more likely that one of the girls in Ted's crowd would be dressed as Zatanna Zatara, the winsome daughter of Wesley's chosen hero. Besides, showing up as Zatara meant Ted would recognize him. And Wesley wanted Ted to recognize him. In its own special way, his choice of John Zatara was fitting. After all, he was not all that different from his fictional daughter Zatanna Zatara. Although Zatanna's creators might lift an eyebrow in surprise should he disclose his own secret to them, Wesley doubted anyone would believe that, like Zatanna, he was one of those rare offspring of a mortal and one of the mystic Homo magi. Only in his case, his mother had been the mortal. As Wesley looked about the room, he found it filled with costumed heroes and heroines. In the large crowd, he quickly spotted Jay Garrick dressed as Impulse and his date Joan Williams who had come as Arrowette. He certainly didn't recognize everyone, nor did he want to waste much time speculating who came dressed as whom. However, it was obvious that the short guy, standing next to Jay, dressed in the Spider-Man costume could be none other than Al Pratt. It also meant the Black Cat that Spider-Man had his arms around couldn't be anyone other than Mary James. Alan Scott made a quite passable Shadowhawk. And yet, Wesley, as he looked over Alan's date Molly Mayne, would have never guessed that Molly had the fantastic body necessary to fill out her Witchblade costume as well as she had. He was taken by surprise as he recognized the date of the lithe Terri Sloane. Wesley had always considered Terri a terrific girl, but she seemed totally out of place in this crowd. But that just made it more difficult to imagine her as the date of Ted Grant. They'd come attired as Susan and Reed Richards, although Ted, based on his sheer bulk alone, would have made a better Thing. In addition, there were also a number of single girls present, which was not unusual for a party thrown by Theodore Knight. Karen Starr could have easily been Supergirl and Helena Wayne made an imposing Catwoman. As they'd walked by him, he'd also recognized Courtney Whitmore, Libby Lawrence, and Mary Pemberton, who had come dressed as Phoenix, the Wasp, and Amazon, respectively. To Wesley, it almost seemed as if anyone who'd ever been a member of the Justice League, anyone who had ever been counted as an Avenger, and several other costumed heroes and heroines from nearly every known publisher were present. But just as he'd expected, Wesley was the only person present clad as a Golden Age hero. When he finally spotted Dian Belmont, Wesley was not surprised that she was attired in the form-fitting costume of the Black Canary - the new one, of course. The Black Canary had always been her all-time favorite heroine. She was standing next to Ted Knight, who was clad as the Batman, just as Wesley had known he would be. As soon as Ted spotted Wesley, he leaned towards Dian and said something to her. Ted then strode purposely in Wesley's direction. "What are you doing here, Dodds?" he asked as he stopped in front of Wesley. "This is a by-invitation-only party. We both know you weren't invited." "I came to talk to Dian." "I really don't think that's going to happen, Dodds. She told me she never wants to speak to you again." "Are you saying she doesn't want to talk to me?" asked Wesley. "Or that you don't want her talking to me?" "Is there any difference, Dodds?" snapped Ted. "Whatever I want is exactly what she wants now. Besides, even if I allowed you to talk to her, she'd still never believe anything you had to say." "And how much of your father's money did that cost you?" Ted smiled. "Wouldn't you like to know? But that's totally beside the point now - isn't it, Dodds? And, since you shouldn't be here anyway, I think its time for you to be on your way, Dodds. You're not an invited guest. I'd really hate to have Dian see you crying when I toss your miserable ass out of here. Something like that might ruin my whole birthday party." As Ted led his uninvited guest to the front door, another partygoer, one who had quite obviously been invited, stepped through the door. Ted stared in angry disbelief at the new arrival, one of his wealthy friends Rex Tyler. "Rex, what do you mean dressing up as Batman?" he snarled. "No one gave you permission to come to my party dressed as my favorite hero." As a confused expression quickly spread across his face, Rex stared back at his friend "But you told me I could come as Batman when I asked you about it last week in the mall. I was surprised when you told me I could, but I just figured you'd found some great new costume you didn't want anyone knowing about and were going to surprise us with it tonight." "I never told you that you could come as Batman." "You sure as hell did," replied Rex. "There's no way I'm going home now to change costumes. Whether you like it or not, there are just going to have to be two Batmen here tonight." Ted turned and stormed off into the surrounding crowd. "What a dumb shit," fumed Ted. "He knows I'd never give him, or anyone else, the okay to dress as the Dark Knight at my party. He's just going to have to learn what it costs to piss me off." "Don't be too hard on him about this, Ted," said Wesley with a grin. "It wasn't his fault he dressed in a Batman costume." "Shut up!" shouted Ted. "What can you possibly know about anything, Dodds?" Wesley smiled at him. "I was the one who told Rex he could come as Batman tonight." Ted glared contemptuously at Wesley. "Yeah, sure you did," he snarled. "Rex might not be overly bright sometimes, but even he could never mistake you for me." "He obviously did," replied Wesley. "After all, he came here tonight dressed as Batman." "That's ridiculous. How the hell could you ever make Rex think you were me?" asked Ted. "You don't even have much money." "Money isn't everything, Ted," said Wesley. "I used magic. I simply cast a minor spell on myself to make me appear to be you." "Yeah, right," chuckled Ted. "I think you've let this old-time magic man costume you're wearing go to your head. If you think you can do magic, then maybe you should have come as this old man's daughter Zatanna instead. She's a far cooler character and a sight far more pleasing to the eye. And I certainly wouldn't have recognized you so quickly, if you'd come dressed as a girl." "I suppose I'll just have to show you how it's done." "Yeah right, Dodds," snarled Ted. "But you'd better show me real, quick so I can throw your ass out of here and get on with my party without wasting any more of my valuable time than is necessary." "Okay, Ted. How's about this?" asked Wesley. "eB desserd sa niboR eht yoB rednoW." "What the hell kind of gibberish was that?" But even as Ted spoke, his expensive custom-tailored Batman costume began changing. While his boots remained essentially the same color, they became somewhat shorter, as they squared across their tops. His gray leggings turned green. His trunks and tunic became bright red. His utility belt subtly altered; the biggest change being the plain buckle now possessed an engraved symbolic robin. The bat emblem currently centered on his chest began slowly inching its way to the left side of his chest. With each fraction of an inch it moved, it too shifted and altered, before eventually winding up a stylized letter 'R'. His blue gloves turned green. His gray sleeves turned the same green hue as his leggings. And the cloth of which they were composed gradually disappeared from about a foot above to a foot below his now bared elbows. His cape turned yellow. And finally, his head-covering cowl changed color and re-shaped into a far more simple green mask. Ted couldn't believe what had happened to his costume. Instead of being dressed as his hero Batman, he was now clothed as his youthful sidekick, Robin the Boy Wonder. "What did you do to me?" demanded Ted. "To you, I did absolutely nothing," replied Wesley. "However, I've done you a large favor by transforming that costume you were wearing. As I've talked to everyone about this party, all of them stressed that you wanted no one duplicating anyone else's costume. As of now, there are no longer duplicate Batman costumes being worn. And you have no further reason to be upset with your good friend Rex." "If you were going to change someone's Batman costume into a stupid Robin costume, then you should have changed his - not mine. It's my birthday, not his," said Ted angrily. "Batman is my favorite hero, you know." "Is that so?" smiled Wesley. "Did you know that there have always been a lot of people who think Batman and Robin have always... had this secret little thing going on between them? But I never thought they did. How about you, Ted? Were you one of those believers?" "What are you talking about, Dodds?" "I'm really surprised you've never heard any of those nasty rumors, Ted." Wesley smiled; he really loved yanking Ted's chain. "Just picture this scenario for a minute, Ted - after a long and ass-busting night of crime-fighting, Batman and Robin return to the secret and secluded Batcave. Who can really know what the two of them were doing all alone in the Batcave night after lonely night?" "You're insane, Dodds!" screamed Ted, as heads turned towards them. "Batman's no wuss - he's a man's man. He would have never done anything like that with Robin. Batman likes girls, not boys." "I said I didn't believe any of those vicious rumors, Ted," said Wesley with a wide grin. "But maybe we should take a little time and find out one way or the other, since we already have both a Batman and a Robin here tonight. But what should we check first? Who do you think Batman likes better - the male Robin, or some buxom female? I know..." "What are you talking about, Dodds?" "You'll see," smiled Wesley. "emutsoC retla otni taht fo niboR eht ylrevO moxuB rednoW." Wesley smiled as he watched the expression on Ted's face change as his just altered Robin costume began transforming about him again. His mid-thigh boots rapidly shrank down to just above the height of his ankle. As they became a darker green in color, the new patent leather boots also sprouted three-inch heels. Remaining the same green shade, the thick woolen material comprising his leggings thinned noticeably as they altered into more tightly fitting and revealing fishnet stockings. His green sleeves vanished entirely, leaving his upper arms bared. The yellow lacing on his red tunic untied, then unlaced itself. As the vanished without a trace, the newly opened neckline that remained suddenly plummeted in a 'V' all the way down to his now exposed navel. When what remained of his tunic finally ceased its twisting and re-shaping, his new top featured a sleeveless halter with a plunging V-neckline and a completely bared back. Even the stylized 'R' on the left side of his chest had altered; it was still an 'R', but it now appeared in a far more feminine script. His trunks shrank as they reformed and rode up his thighs, extending the tops of the fishnet stockings along with them. Wesley smiled as Ted's trunks re-shaped into, what was for Ted, a very skimpy and extremely uncomfortable thong. His utility belt transformed into leather. And the engraved robin on the buckle quickly shifted into another femininely scripted 'R'. The long yellow cape he wore was now firmly held about his neck by a large yellow clasp. His bulky dark green workman's gloves altered into those of more lightly shaded, elbow length and fingerless, satin. And finally his green mask altered into translucent plastic, as it too was re-molded into a large pair of die-cast wraparound sunglasses, which were totally opaque to anyone looking at his eyes. Wesley began laughing. He couldn't help himself; Ted was such a comic sight dressed as he was at that moment. He looked like a man, who, in trying to pass for a woman, couldn't have fooled a blind man. The dense hair on his chest was definitely out of place in the long V-neck opening of his new top. And the rather large bulge of his manhood under his skimpy thong, not to mention his all to visible penis that peeked out over the top of the thong, which had never been made to contain one, were simply ludicrous to behold. Wesley laughed so loud, tears rolled down his cheeks. Ted was furious beyond words to describe. He'd always hated being made the butt end of someone else's joke. "Believe me, Dodds. You're going to regret this." He pulled at his skimpy thong hoping to find some position where it would feel more comfortable, but nothing he tried seemed to help at all. "If you think what I did to you last time was bad, just wait until you see what I do to you for doing this. I'm going to destroy you, Dodds." "If you say so, Miss Knight," grinned Wesley. "Is this where I'm supposed to tell you how really scared I am and start groveling for mercy?" "You ought to be really scared, asshole," he replied angrily. "But maybe I'll let you off without hurting you as much as I could. I'll go easy on you Dodds, if you just return everything to normal again." "Normal? I suppose I can make things a little more normal for you." For a few minutes, Wesley thought about how best to phrase the spell he was about to cast to achieve the best results. "Are you ready, Ted?" he asked. "ydoB retla otni latol tnemeerga htiw ruoy emutsoc." "What the..." began Ted, as his body began tingling all over. As Wesley watched, Ted's large masculine frame began shrinking and steadily re-shaping into a form far more consistent with the costume he now wore. His muscular legs beneath the fishnet stockings slimmed noticeably. His leather utility belt tightened, while, at the same time, his waist contracted inwards. His arms slimmed and his hands became dainty, while his fingers became long and slender with long nails painted dark green. His buttocks swelled, which made his already skimpy, overly tight-fitting, and extremely uncomfortable thong seem even more skimpy, much tighter, and almost indescribably more uncomfortable. Ted was definitely in pain - his male genitals were being unmercifully squeezed - until, as Wesley continued watching Ted's altering form, the large bulge under his scant thong began shrinking and his penis began its strategic retreat under it. Ted's odd facial expressions and body movements made it plain to Wesley that some internal modifications had begun. Within just a few moments, his dwindling male member had become fully protected under the cover of his thong. After an additional few moments had passed, nothing of it or the former bulge remained. The surface of Ted's thong was now smooth and, just as Ted had demanded, perfectly normal - that is, normal for a girl. Ted lifted his hands to chest, as every hair on his chest fell to the floor, then simply vanished into thin air, leaving his baby-smooth skin displayed in the 'V' plunging neckline of his halter top. As his breasts began swelling, Ted tried futilely to hold back their unwanted expansion with his hands. Within three heartbeats at most, two very large full mounds filled to overflowing his halter top, while the deep plunging V-neckline exposed cleavage easily comparable to the Grand Canyon. The script 'R' of his costume had also centered directly above his erect left nipple. While engrossed in losing the battle of his expanding breasts, Ted had failed to notice his darkening hair spurt from his scalp and flow across his softened shoulders. Before finally noticing his darker and longer hair, it had cascaded down to the middle of his back. Ted absently brushed his now long and silky hair away from his eyes. "What did you do to me?" he asked, his new sultry soprano voice sounding nothing like the Ted of mere minutes earlier. "I've made a few more changes," replied Wesley. "Would you like to see what changes I've made? I'd really like to hear your opinion." Although he wasn't certain he really wanted to know, Ted nervously nodded his head. "htgnel-lluF rirrom raeppa!" said Wesley into the air. Instantly, a full-length mirror appeared in front of the transformed Ted Knight. He gasped, stunned at the sight of his totally altered appearance. He couldn't believe the image reflected by the mirror. His body now looked like one of a girl. Even his face appeared feminine. After a few seconds, Ted decided he looked just about the way he'd always thought the younger sister his parents had never gotten around to giving him would have looked. His hair was long and inky black in hue. He was also shorter now. Even with the three-inch heels of his boots to partially compensate, he was still noticeably shorter than he'd been. After several seconds had passed, he realized he had easily lost at least six, and possibly even more, inches in height. He glanced at his new long slinky legs, beneath the fishnet stockings. As he followed the contours of his now shapely legs, he noted there was no longer a bulge, or any other residual trace of his manhood, left beneath his still scant, but now quite comfortably fitting, thong. He glanced at his tiny waspish waist. One of his hands slowly made its way towards his more than amply developed breasts. Gently cupping what he guessed must easily be a 48EE mound, he muttered, "Why are they so huge?" "Don't you remember, Ted? You've always liked women with big boobs," replied Wesley. "Just think about it - now you're a big boob with even bigger boobs." Ted spun around angrily towards Wesley. "You're fucking insane, Dodds. You can't do this to me." "I can't? I sure wish you would have told me earlier, so I wouldn't have wasted all that time doing something I couldn't do," replied the grinning Wesley Dodds. "But now, if Batman's just half the man's man you think he is - and I have no real reason to believe he's not - then I'm sure our Batman will just adore his new Robin." "Have you got any idea who you're messing with, Dodds," snarled Ted, but his sultry soprano voice was less than convincing. "Of course, I do," smiled Wesley. "I know exactly who you are now, as well as who you used be." Ted looked at him with a confused expression. "What are you talking about now, Dodds? Whatever it is you think you've done to me, I still know I'm the same person I've always been." "Let me try to explain," replied Wesley. "oT lla evas uoy dna em, eb nwonk ni tneserp, ni tsap, ni erutuf ylno sa ardnaS thginK." At the conclusion of Wesley's spell, Ted looked even more confused than he had before. As far as Ted could tell, Dodds had just muttered some more of his unintelligible gibberish without bothering to explain anything. Quite obviously, nothing had even changed. A look in the mirror told him he still looked like a girl. And he didn't need anyone to remind him that he didn't like being one of them any better now than he had before. "Just what do you think you've done to me this time, Dodds?" Before Wesley could reply to Ted's question, Rex Tyler, still dressed as Batman, strode up to Ted and planted a wet one on his painted lips. Ted struggled to free himself, but his altered body had nowhere near the strength Rex had. When Rex finally loosened his embrace and pulled back, Ted felt very dizzy; his mind was spinning like a top. "I didn't want you being mad at me any longer," said Rex. "I hope you've forgiven me completely by now, babe." "Mad? Babe??" Ted was confused. "Of course I have," he mumbled without thinking. Rex smiled suggestively at Ted. "I just knew you wouldn't stay mad at me for very long, babe. Especially, when I decided to turn on that old Rex Tyler charm of mine, which always makes you putty in my hands." Gathering Ted up into his arms again, Rex kissed him with the same passion he had a few moments earlier. At the same time, Rex managed to slide one of his hands under Ted's revealing top in order to cop a quick feel of one of his massive mammaries. As Rex slowly pulled away again, Ted was nearly out of breath and his mind was spinning even faster than before. "As soon as you finish up whatever it is you're doing with this known loser, babe," said Rex, "then come on over and join me. I don't think Batman should be separated from his simply ever-gorgeous Robin for very long periods at a time." Rex turned and strode off into the crowd, while the nearly speechless and totally bewildered Ted watched his departure. Looking totally flustered, he turned to Wesley. "Babe??" he questioned. "Rex called me 'babe'. Didn't he? Why the hell did he do that?" "It's very simple, Ted" replied Wesley with a little smirk. "It's because you are a babe... now." "But I can't be a babe," objected Ted. "I'm not even a girl." "You certainly could have fooled me," replied Wesley. "And you just as certainly must have fooled that large mirror over there. Besides, wouldn't you be the first to agree that Rex Tyler is someone who would always recognize his longtime girlfriend whenever he sees her?" Ted's mouth dropped open. "What do you mean his girlfriend?" At this impossible new development, he looked as if he'd been hit with a ton of bricks. "That's not possible. I'm not even a girl. How can I possibly be his girlfriend?" "Trust me, Ted. You are definitely Rex's girlfriend; you're just in denial right now. I saw how your new female hormones kicked in while Rex was kissing you," replied Wesley. "Right now, aside from you and me, everyone in the room, and the rest of the world for that matter, considers you to be Sandra Knight, who has been Rex's steady girl for the past several years. Not only are you now Sandra Knight to them, but you've always been and always will be Sandra Knight to them; that is, until this summer when you change your name to Sandra Tyler. Let me be the first to congratulate you on your upcoming marriage to Rex." "But I just can't marry Rex," whined Ted. "Don't let your daddy hear you say that," warned Wesley. "Your daddy is ecstatic about your wedding plans. I'm afraid he sees your marriage to Rex as a simple merger with the Tyler money. As far as he's concerned, he's not losing a daughter, he's gaining access to a multi-million dollar tax-exempt corporation." "But he couldn't ... he wouldn't do that." Ted suddenly stared at his hand, where a ring with a diamond the size of a golf ball had just appeared on his long slender ring finger. "You're his darling daughter, Ted. You're the apple of his eye." Wesley was enjoying himself immensely. "He and your mother are hoping you and Rex decide to name your first son after him." "Son? But that would mean having a baby - wouldn't it?" Ted paled as he realized just who would be responsible for having that little bundle of joy. "But I can't have a baby." "Of course you can have a baby. You're not only a very healthy girl, but you're in excellent physical condition as well," smiled Wesley. "I wouldn't be at all surprised if you and Rex had at least a dozen kids of your own." "A dozen kids?" Ted's face turned even paler than before. "But what about my date for the evening, Dian Belmont?" he asked, desperately seeking to change the subject. "She won't have any idea what's happened to me." "It won't really bother her very much," replied Wesley. "First of all, Dian's not your date tonight; she came with me and is my date for the evening. Don't you remember? We've been dating almost as long as you and Rex have," said Wesley with a wide smile. "Secondly, Dian's never dated you at all - nor has she ever wanted to date you. How could you be her good friend and still be unaware that she's not into other girls that way? But then, neither are you. Not that you'd even consider doing it now, but none of your friends would ever believe that beautiful Sandra Knight capable of ever dumping Rex Tyler in favor of Dian Belmont. "And finally, everything you-as-Ted did to drive that wedge between Dian and me, you-as-Sandra would have never dreamed of doing to us. Consequently, none of that shit you pulled ever really happened." "But I don't want to be a girl. I don't want to get married to Rex. And I sure as hell don't want to have his, or anybody else's, baby," wheedled Ted. "You've got to change me back, Wesley. Please change me back." Fear had crept into Ted's voice. "I'll confess every low thing I did to take Dian away from, if you'll only change me back. I'll Dian tell you never did any of those things... I'll even tell Dian that I paid people to tell her you did all those things." "I don't know, Ted," smiled Wesley. "I mean, I've already got Dian back, and you're totally out of the picture now. Besides, I think your mom and dad would be really disappointed in you, if their little girl passed up her chance to marry into the old money of the Tyler family." "I'll pay you, Wesley. Anything - whatever you want," he pleaded. "Price is no object. Just name a figure and it's all yours." Wesley shook his head. "I don't think so, Ted. The sooner you learn you can't buy everything you want in life, the better person you'll become. Besides, I don't really trust you to keep your word. Within a week at most, you'll be right back after some other unsuspecting girl and using your father's money to screw her boyfriend just like you did me." "No I wouldn't. I promise - I'll never do anything like that again," he whined. "Please, Wesley, you're my friend. Please change me back. I really don't want to be a girl." "Are you absolutely sure about that?" "What are you talking about?" asked Ted nervously. Wesley grinned mischievously. "syawlA rebmemer ohw uoy erew. tuB morf won no tca dna tcaer, evaheb dna kniht sa fi uoy, sa lla won eveileb, erew syawla srdnaS thginK." What remained of Ted's masculine posture swiftly melted away. Sandra casually swept her jet-black hair away from the front of her face as if she'd done it thousands of times before. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, knowing most of the other girls here for her party couldn't help being jealous of both her beauty and her impending marriage to wealthy Rex Tyler. After several seconds of basking in her own glory, she turned away from the mirror and, without saying another word to Wesley, walked off into the crowd in search of Rex. Wesley watched Sandra Knight slink sexily through the crowd. Heads turned as she passed, which was nothing uncommon for Sandra, who had always reveled in the slightest attention she was given. And yet, Wesley, who had, for just a fleeting moment as she'd turned, seen into Sandra's eyes and observed Ted's soul, found it difficult to even imagine the mental anguish Ted must be feeling as a result of all the attention she was receiving from every male in the room. "You shouldn't stare at her like that, Wes," said Dian Belmont as, in this altered reality, she rejoined her date and longtime friend. "You might sprain your eyeballs, or even go blind." "It's hard sometimes not to stare at her, Dian," replied Wesley. "Sandra's always been a beautiful, even if often shallow, girl. However, as far as I'm concerned, she'll never come anywhere near being the girl you are." Dian smiled at Wesley, knowing he had always loved her and always would. She was also confident that nothing anyone could ever say or do would ever be able to split them apart. "Did Sandra say anything about why she invited us to her birthday party? We've never been what I'd consider friends. And neither of us has ever run around with her snobbish circle of wealthy friends." "No. Not really," replied Wesley. "She didn't have much to say on that particular subject. But I did get the distinct impression from her that she really wants to be friends now." Dian looked dubious. "That would be totally out of character for the Sandra Knight I've always known. She's never wanted either of us to be her friends before." "I know, but maybe there's something different about her now. It might have something to do with her upcoming wedding to Rex Tyler," suggested Wesley. "Or perhaps, she's just settling into a brand new, more thoughtful, phase of her life." "Really Wes, just where do you come up with some of your strange ideas about people?" Dian smiled at him again. "Why don't we just quit worrying about Sandra's motives for a while and go out onto the floor and dance, Wesley Bernard Dodds. Later on, if we really want to - not that I can think of any reason why we would - then we can discuss Sandra Knight and this possible new thoughtfulness of hers." THE END