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Sam I Am By Shintashi Chapter 1 Splashes of water, rising up from freshly stomped mud puddles in the midnight rain were the first to herald the frantic journey of the soaking stranger. He looked down at his watch in the back alley way, trying to catch his breath as he scrutinized the water soaked time peice, wiping the corrupt evening down poor off its glass surface, hoping the batteries were still strong enough to power the nightlight, and at the same time, hoping he had lost them. His watch read 12:30, but the sudden gong of the large cathedral stopped after one cycle. A late night taxi cab drove by the alley at high speeds spraying a shower of rains into the alley way, sending Sam hurdling back trying to avoid being detected, hiding behind a large trash dumpster, shaking from something far more sinister then the cold wet rains. A black sedan drove up into the alley way with its tires screaching, his heart was about to explode, but his wits overtook his motions, and he remained dead silent, hoping they wouldn't notice him. The car turned down the alley way and drove through slowly, a pair of flashlights shining from the tinted windows scoping out of the area. The driver held it in first, looking into his mirror carefully to make sure no one was pulling up behind him. He had already recieved three citations for illegal parking and the "Boss" told him she wasn't going to bail him out of it this time. The police were looking for this car, it was stolen just three nights prior and filed not more then 24 hours ago. Being a chaufeur for a stolen vehicle wasn't Bill's idea of a good time, but at 60 dollars an hour, it sure beat the hell out of going back to the 7- 11. " Do you see him ?" Bill was getting anxious, and the people he was escourting were anything but trustworthy. " No.. just keep driving" Replied Anthony. Anthony was a big man, of italian lineage, or so Bill thought, the guy looked like the terminator in a 3 peice, dressed like something right out of the 1920's, and heavily armed with weapons Bill knew to be illegal, Anthony had a partner, looking something like a Yakuza or triad member. Bill wasn't sure because of the weird shades and the facts that he never saw the man in daylight, and the man never spoke. " We're nearing the end of the alley.. are you sure he " - Cut off by a quick slap to the back of the head. " Shut up ! " . Anthony was already on the edge with anger and wasn't about to lose this. If the Boss found out about this, Anthony would be praying for cement shoes. " Stop the car, we'll investigate on foot.. " his voice was calm now as the confidence in his intuition was building with every breath. " Yes Sir.." Bill depressed his footpad on the break and threw it into neutral before letting out a deep breath of relief. Sam noticed the Sedan stopping and took a slow chance to peak at the liscence plate. Its plates were missing, and the doors were beginning to open up as he ducked his head back down. ' How in the hell could they find me ? ' he wondered to himself as Anthony and the other agent stepped out of the car. Anthony turned to his partner, Kei, and looked back through the alleyway. " come on.. lets go.. " They began kicking at various boxes and garbage bags and everything else along the wall, Anthony to the left, Kei to the right, scouring the area for any signs of the runaway, the one who's retrieval held their lives in check. Back in the Sedan, Bill turned up the police scanner seeing if there were any in the area, and heard a report of some disturbances between 5th and Mason Street, followed by the rapid dispatch of a patrol car aproaching the area. Bill began to worry, as the area they were in was not more then 3 blocks away. He had to act fast and started up the engine again revving it in first. The two men who left the car were going to have to get this area cleared out soon, or they were going to get left behind. The reports on the Sedan were filed as the thief being armed and dangerous, and the previous owners murdered. Bill had no desire to go downtown with the cops for charges of grand theft auto and second degree murder.- The gas chamber was alot worse then anything these bastards could do to him and the car was more valuable to his boss then the two hunters he was escourtng. The two men turned back to see what the problem was as flashes could be seen in the distance. One cursed as the other yelled " Fuck !! its the cops !.. " The two men turned down the corner edge of the dumpster just as sam burst forth from a pile of soaking newspapers around the corner. Just as he ran the police car pulled into alleyway sirens and lights blazing like banshees as Sam ran past them. " Halt in the name of the law !!" echoed the megaphone speaker of the police car. By this time, Anthony and Kei were already back to the Sedan slamming the doors shut as the car sped off. The police attempted to go after the Sedan but it had already pulled away and turned a psychotic zig zag into an underground parking lot with all three men switching cars for a blue Taurus. " Good work MChonny" was the only award Bill recieved for saving their asses from a bad situation. " Did you see which way he went ? " Asked Kei, speaking for the first time that Bill could remember. " No.. I'm affraid not, other then turning left, .. " Anthony interjected " Well then " Bill got the courage to interupt this time and spoke " I'm already on it.. he couldn't have gotten far.." * as Bill sped the Blue Ford around the corners and back down fifth, they could see three police cars in the area circling about like vultures, and Anthony spoke again, sighing despondently.. " Forget it MChonny.. its too thick in there.. we'll have to find some other way..for now, lets get back to the palace". Bill nodded, recognizing the "palace" as a term for the hotel where they were staying. *** Sam wound through the crowded ways into the Imax theatre waving worredly to the assistant manager as he passed through the area. Sam was a well known technician in the movie biz and was on good terms with the managers evening running the film rooms on occasions when the employees were sick. He was payed under the table, but it was still a free ticket as far as he was concerned. Sam pulled out his comb and started to brush out the acid rain of his hair hoping his all weather conditioner might counter act some of the harsh side effects of rainy nights in LA. Sam was a bit too obsessed with his hair, having towels and sprays and gels and rubberbands in his part time room in the movie box. He figured he could hide out there for at least a few hours, and then walk home after the rains died down. It was not unusual for this particular theatre to have off hour screenings of films when the international big shots would come into town and throw a few million here and there for the sole purpose of boosting their own egos. Sam was often called to be a graveyard technician for these midnight excursions as others in the biz would have likely quit for similar wages. As sam looked out the window of the uppercase film studio and looked into the secondary compartment he could see people filing out of the theatre as the credits were rolling. While Sam was tying back his hair with a red ribbon of sorts, Tim - the current film technician came out of the bathroom zipping up his pants and looked from the ground up at Sam. " Sam.. you look like hell." It was about as courteous as Tim had ever been, Timothy didn't like the idea of Sam getting payed under the table for tax exemption for a job he was being payed even less for, but Sam was in the 'biz and to keep up appearances, much less his job, Tim had to be at least somewhat courteous " Thanks Tim.. but I'd rather not talk about it. Look Man... I'm in some trouble, I'm going to be gone for a few days, if Mrs. Nathans asks, I'm on vacation. She's already helped me out enough and I don't want to burden her further. " I understand Sam... but if its really this bad, you should probably go to the police." Sam rolled his eyes, but suddenly could see the look of concern in the eyes of a man he otherwise would have thought and enemy " Uh... well Tim, it's not that the police are bad or anything, it's just that they can't help me out of this situation, and it's best for you and all others concerned if you know as little as possible. Don't worry, I'll be fine.." Sam held out his hand and shook Tim's in a parting fairwell, before putting his remaining things in a duffle bag and exiting out, heading to his house. Chapter 2 The clock struck three in the grand Cathedral, and Sam was almost home. By now it had stopped raining, but that was only a small conselation to the troubles that lay ahead. As he headed for the last few blocks up to his apartment, he began to think back to what caused him so much trouble, and how in the hell he could piss off so many people. It was innocent enough, he was fixing the entertainment center of some rich bitch in the suburbs and was doing the wiring in her room when something caught his eye. A peice of red lingerie, with red lace on a satin teddy hanging out of a drawer. Sam wasn't the most chaste person in the world but felt cordial enough to put the clothing back into its drawer niceley and neatly and figured no one would notice the difference. Aproaching the dresser easily he opened the drawer to tuck in the garment and was stunned to find a myriad of peculiar items for a young woman's bedroom. There was a whip, handcuffs, a spiked collar, peculiar looking underwear, and a well polished black chromed .44 automag. " Kinky..." Sam commented to himself, but his interest had been sparked, and he began investigating other drawers searching for other dubious articles and for the most part, found little of interest other then more womens' clothing. Sam had always been fascinated by the amount of care the girls took to prepare themselves to be ornaments in the collection of mens toys, but found this woman's interest in garments to be exceptional. He had heard some things previously in his carrier about dominatrices, and had to admit wearing his girlfriend's underwear was often exciting, but he thought nothing perverse about his feelings at the time. He began digging through her closet, finding mostly buisness suits but in particular, one evening gown that caught his attention. Thats when he heard cars drive up, as the mistress of the mannor would soon be entering the complex.Not wanting to get caught red handed doing something that might give the wrong idea, he went back to fixing the cables in the system, and was finnishing re screwing a panel into the wall as the Mistress entered the bed room. She was a stunning woman, long blond hair that shimmered with a radiance like gold, and amythest-blue eyes, - probably custom contact lenses Sam thought. She had a Body that wouldn't quit in her elitest custom cut buisiness skirt and suit, and was wearing what looked like 5 inch pumps with a dark hose matching the dark grey silk tie wrapped around her collar. Although she was only about 5 '6 or 5 '7, she towered over Sam, at his meager 5 '5 stature and sneakers. He sighed and was about to comment on almost being done when she smiled, said " Shhhh..." and touched one finger to his lips. Her eyes then shifted from his transfixed expression to the chester drawer, and she smirked for a moment then smiling raising a single eyebrow . " I see you are very skilled at fixing things." He swallowed hard. " Uhuhh.. ..Ahem.. yes Ma'am. That I am" He tried smiling but the drop of sweat running down his brow was a quick indication he was hiding something. She decided to cut to the chase when she asked him " So what were you doing in my drawers ?" At this he turned bright red and started stuttering " I, I, Uhh. well I figured it would be the right thing to do when I put the cloths all the way into the drawer instead of just letting them hang out there. " She smiled, and this frightened him. There was something unnatural about her smile, more preditory then friendly. " Well then, did you see anything you liked ? " his eyes shifted from the floor and locked on the Evening Gown in her closet, but instead of being too honest, he decided for discresion " Uhmn.. Well Miss, I would think anything would look good on you.." * he looked down suddenly, embarrased at his comment. " I wasn't refering to me, I was refering to you. Do you see anything YOU like ? " At this point, he thought cleary for all of three seconds..His logical brain pounding with the dictative mantra ' get out get out get out get out !!' but his body, and voice for that matter was currently controlled by the task-master of lust and his emotions gave him his strength. He reached up not looking, but almost a subconscious action, pointed with a trembling hand, at the evening gown. Of course, it could have been anything in the closet at the range he was pointing from, but the closet was filled primarily with formal ware and the Mistress could discern almost immediatly what the technician was looking at. She breathed in quickly before speaking in an almost teenaged expression " Oh ! you mean the Evening gown !, Well I picked that up a while ago, it was really expensive, but I think it was worth it, don't you ? " He looked up at her, smiling slightly, and spoke almost passionately. " Oh yes ! Definately, I think a girl should never hold herself back when it comes to." He cut himself off at that point, and became very embarrassed. She was now grinning sweetly, as if confirming her suspicions. " Well I had better be going." . Sam was now forcing himself to leave, something wasn't right about a woman who was that perceptive into a persons secrets, he thought. He wondered..": Am I a crossdresser ? good God.. that would make me a transvestite !" He shivered at the thought, moreso imagining those over painted drag queens on talk shows and the football players in cheerleaders uniforms from Revenge of the Nerds. If anything, he knew he wasn't one of those. As he walked out of the room she spoke in an almost songbird voice" Oh but I have to pay you first !" She reached into her purse pulling out a check book. " Well let's see, parts plus 3 hours labor.." Sam stopped for a moment. " Oh my God !, I almost forgot " * he smiled abashedly as she wrote out a check and handed it to him. He squinted a bit and held the check close and then far and then yelled " Two thousand Dollars !!?? " She smiled and spoke with an actual edge of sincerity at this point telling him " Well, You were a fine service-person, and deserved a tip, why don't you buy yourself something nice to wear next time you come ? " There was an emphasis on the "person" attached to the service extention, an almost ambi-gendered emphasis most often expressed by femminists in the job market. His mind quickly shifted from that point to the term " next time" .. " what do you mean next time ?" His voice carried tones of a more inquisitive then objective nature, but she was still carried to take an explanatory, but defensive tone, replying "Well, you seem to do a very good job mister Houston, it would please me very much if you could service some of my other needs, considering your extensive qualifications. " Her eyes were now directly focused on his pants and the unsightly buldge which seemed to materialize almost immediately with her presence. Finally, he managed to escape her gaze and pace out of the room. As he left her house, he heard her call to him " Don't worry, I'll call you !", and he drove away. Nicole looked back in her house, and then watched him drive off, smiling and then laughing silently to herself. " So beautiful, such a waste on a man..." and closed her door. *** Sam had some of the strangest dreams that Night, in the first dream, he imagined himself an escourt dressed in a fine suit with The Lady's Arm in his hand, her by his side, and as he conversed with people in a great banquette hall, he looked down and it was himself he saw in the evening gown, hold her arm as she held his, and she was dressed like him. In another dream he was caged up with a gun to his head being whipped and beaten by Some unknown woman with spikes on a collar around her neck. He was awakened by a phone call from the Mistress of the mannor. Her voice was perky and she said she wanted to arrange an apointment with him. " Do you have any prior arrangements today ? No ? Great ! I'll send my driver to get you " Her voice was excited, like a child trying to convince her daddy to take her to a candy store, the childish visual image it gave Sam quickly disolving the recent mental images of a threat presented by this beautiful woman. Sam began to get dressed in his best pair of Khakis and a loose fit shirt in fitting with his preffered yuppy style of ultimate androgyny when he heard a car pulling up silently. Looking out his window he saw a long Limosine at his apartment's side and a Chauffeur stepping out dressed in a suit with white gloves and a hat, standing like a soldier at ease. He ran down th1 steps rapidly and opend the door, the buzzer sounding off momentarily as it opened and closed, to the distress of the Chauffeur. " The miss is waiting, Sir. " He spoke with a thick, refined, almost unreal english accent, and opened the door like some sort of servant. Taking the initiative, Sam jumped into the back seat and was escorted back to the mannor. Being taken up to the front door he started to knock and the Mistress opened it immediately. She was dressed in a light, white tennis outfit of some sort, as if she were planning to go someplace with lots of sun. She was smiling brightly and Sam found himself taken aback by her countenance, which almost shone forth with joy. " I'm glad you could make it !" * she smiled causing him to blush a bit, and then she took his hand and drug him into the chambers. As she walked by she knocked over her purse, which was resting on a table in the dining area, and she suddenly stopped, and sighed " Oh my, could you please get that for me ? " she asked Sam in such a way that he felt it would be a crime to do anythinng but help her and found himself down on the ground with his butt sticking up in the air fiddling with her things putting them back in the purse. All the while he did this she studied not only his rear, but his reactions of expression and motions as he placed everything carefully back into the purse, as if this was something he had done hundreds of times before. If she had any doubts, they were certainly dispelled at that moment. " Here's your purse Miss." She smiled sweetly and kissed him on the cheek, " Thank you !, now.. lets get to that store shall we ? " Sam was a bit perplexed on the what and whereabouts of where he was going, but was aware they were supposed to go shopping for something. They piled into the Limosine and drove for nearly 30 miles outside the city limits to a large mall in the suburbs, in a place where Sams old girlfriend lived. As they entered the mall, Sam found himself being dragged about like a rag doll in the hands of a hyperactive child in a toy store, from a knife store to the Crystals to a place filled with stuffed animals. finally they stopped for lunch at a small Greek Restraunt and she was insistant that they sit in the direct center of the food plaza, with hundreds of witnesses placing their eyes on what apeared to be a young couple in love. Miss Nicole Metworth was a picturesque angel amoung mortals, and as far as Sam knew, she had enherited her vast fortunes from some Tycoon who went insane, sold all his resources, and then died of a heart attack. She told him she was the sole Heir, since her crazy uncle hated all the boys and she was the only girl. This came to an amount she refused to disclose, but judging from how easily she managed to purchase the million dollar home, Sam was sure she was loaded with more cash then she could ever spend. Digging into her leaf wrapped meat roll of sorts she looked up at him and started to look at him strangely, as if she herself were transfixed by something. The food on her fork fell off back onto her plate and Sam suddenly interjected her train of thought. " What ? What is it miss ? " She snapped out if it suddenly and focused on his eyes. " Your hair Sam, its beautiful... such a waste for a boy.." He looked at her with an estranged expression of confusion " Uhmn.. Thanks, I think..." After lunch, they headed into the stores again, but this time, to shop. They stopped in an assortment of clothing stores, with Miss Metworth trying on a variety of things and Sam reluctantly trying on mens outfits whenever Nicole conned and cajoled him into doing so. It was as if he were her living Ken doll, and what worried him the most, was the fact that he enjoyed it. As she was posing for him in the store, he looked around and noticed that his old girlfirend was entering the store. He was a bit terrified, and spoke his concern to Nicole " Oh my God, its my old girlfirend ! " percieving his distress, Nicole took the opportunity to usher him into the changing room with the cloths still in his hands, and told him to wait right there. Moments later, Sams old girlfirend, Cynthia, came up to speak with Nicole. They spoke for several moments and as Sam could see under the door way, other people began to crowd around, and then a knock came to the door. It was the Sales clerk asking the most humiliating question. " Are you alright in there Miss ? There is a long line here and other customers need to change too ! " At this point in time he was seriously petrified, and thne, to his relief, he overheard Nicole speak up " Don't worry, I'll get her". He was shocked to hear himself referenced as "her" and felt even worse when the door opened and she stepped in. She quickly closed the door behind her and spoke back to the crowd of disgruntled ladies. " Oh, I see the problem, it seems she's got her zipper stuck in her hose for the skirt.. " At this the ladies outside began to laugh and giggle, and the sales clerk spoke up. " Do you need help in there miss ?" Thinking quickly, Nicole spoke up. " Oh, uhmn, well my friend has had laryngitis since Yesterday, thats probably why she didn't say anything, Cynthia, could you come in here please, I need some help with this zipper. " When Cynthia opened the Door, Sam was simply mortified. Cynthia was shocked, " Oh my God !! Sam !! What the hell are you doing here ??" Sam was about to faint. Nicole Intervined once again " Samantha has been helping me with my things and she's just a bit embarrassed to speak with her voice" Nicole said this while motioning for Cynthia to keep her cool and go along with it. Unfortunately, Cynthia was going to have nothing to do with it and grabbed Sam by the hand and dragged him right out of the Booth and store at such a high speed that the whole motion was a blurr. She then began to grill him while he denied everything. Moments later, Nicole showed up, with the words" I can explain." Cynthia was furious, " You'd better !" Sam was beat red. " Cymthia, Sam here was just helping me out with my shopping. He's not actually been dressing or wearing any of this stuff, but was keeping me company. When he saw you he didn't want to be caught in a women's clothing store and I told him to hide in the changing room. When you came over, and started talking, I guess I got a little carried away, and poor Sam here got the worst of it. " She then looked at Sam, the expression of guilt in her eyes. " I understand now.. Im sorry I blew up on him like that. You know, he does look kinda cute in skirts though.." Sams eyes were about to pop. Nicole giggled a bit, and then said "You know, I was thinking the same thing. You should have seen him today. The way he admired so many garments in the womens' department stores and the sad look he would get when dressed in his boy cloths." Sam was without words. The two girls went on for several minutes discussing what Sam would look good in and what wouldn't work and then the very grounds of his sexuality came into question, as Cynthia braught it up. " You know, Sam was really cute when we first met, but I honestly thought he was gay. I mean, half the kids in school thought he was a girl. Just look at him !" * Sam tried to object but his words were meaningless. They were discussing him in third person as if he were not there, like a child. " I see what you mean " Replied Nicole. Sam was about as tall as Cynthia, a little shorter then Nicole. He was very thin, about 120 lbs, and had long hair and no facial hair. Essentially his features were very femminine. "Well, as I was saying, when he first asked me out, it was quite a shock, back in mid semester college. But he was so cute, I mean, like a child. I couldn't stand to see a face like that sad, so naturally I went along with him. suprisingly we had a great time, and started dating frequently. Finally we had to break it off though, and just be friends, its not that I didn't love him, I still do, " she hugged Sam close to her like a favored pet " But dating him further would have been like dating my sister, " she began to stroke his hair, as he was already in tears at utter humiliation. Nicole pulled out a hanky and handed it to him to dry his tears, and then they left him on the bench and walked a few meters off to speak amoungst themselves. After a long discusion, Sam saw them nod to each other, and returned smiling. Cynthia hugged him again and kissed him on the head, and then Nicole took his hand and carried him, and all the bags back to the Limosine outside, which seemed to have just arrived as they exited. Chapter 3 The Limosine tok them back to the mannor and Sam walked into the elabortate living room, and sat down on the plush couch, looking around at all the statues. Nicole was putting away various garments when she returned to find Sam. He had his head in hands, leaning over, and was weeping and sobbing. " Whats the matter hun ? you look like the world has just crashed down around you ." Sam stopped his crying after a moment and then spoke in sobs, " I.. I'm a damned freak ! " Her eyes widened at this remark and then she started to pat him on the back. " your not a freak Sam, your a human being who has been given a raw deal in life. You were, from what I can tell, meant to be a girl, not a boy." He stopped sobbing and looked at her.. This look she had only seen a few times before. In the eyes of deer as the headlights shine, and in people held at gun point. His ice blue eyes widened dramatically and were almost solid black pupils by dilation. He stuttered a moment in whispers, she remained silent. " You.. you don't mean that do you ?" his voice was cold, doubting, and yet his breath was soft and hot, like the searing of flesh, acidic doubting words remanescent of new widows and abandoned children, or parents who discover their children have committed some horrid atrocity. Nicole looked deep into his eyes, and resisted the temptation to kiss him. Instead, she gently layed her hand upon his shoulder and leaned over, whispering in his ear. " Don't worry, everything is going to be alright.." A few moments later, he was escorted back to his apartment, and fell into deep exhaustive sleep. His dreams were even more bizzare then before, only this time, he found himself being a girl in half, and a boy in the other half. What was most distressing were the thoughts he was having in his mind about men when his personal perception of himself was female. His nightmare ended with him willingly attempting to perform oral sex on a man while his subconscious screamed objectively and his face leaned forward. That silent scream in the back of his mind woke him and he found himself in a cold sweat. The next day he was assigned again to fix some equipment, and this time, to hook up a sattelite dish. Upon finnishing his task, Nicole wrote him a five thousand dollar check and asked if he was willing to be a personal handy man for her. He told her he would have to think about it, and that's when the doorbell rang. She ushered him into her private room while what sounded like several gentlemen entering the building echoed though the building. She began speaking with these men, who ssemeed to have heavy accents, mostly Italian. They were talking for a minute when Nicole entered the room where Sam had been staying and she quietly whispered to him " Don't make a sound. If they think your a spy, they might try to kill you ." She then kissed him on the cheek and left to discuss things in the other room. Sam began to think to himself " What kind of people is Nicky involved in ? Who are those guys ? Mafia ? Had to be, and what would they want with me ? he thought, and then it occurred to him. They might mistake him for a spy, some one impersonating a repairman. A federal agent, that had to be it. He sat down in his chair, and began to sulk.When the men left the house, she came in and kissed him on the lips and told him " You were very good Sam, it could have been really bad back there.." * it was at that moment that a couple of the men came back in the building, the door not yet locked, " I seem to have forgotten my coat, Miss M. excuse me for.. Hey.. who the hell is this ? " the men reached for their guns, and Sam bolted Before he could notice, Nicole had tucked a pair of keys into his shirt pocket, and he was out the back door. The men argued a moment with Nicole but then ran after the "agent" while Nicole made a phone call. " Yes.. Kei, I need you and Anthony over here ASAP.. We have a problem. " . She then hung up the portable and said a silent prayer. *** Sam had the keys in the ignition and was speeding off at 90 mph before the first shot was fired, and then he saw that he was being followed. He raced into down town and it started to rain, turning into a parking garage he retreated quickly up to the 3rd floor and beeped the alarm and ran down the stairs as the Black Catillac drove by, looking for the Ferrari. Eventually the car was swerving down and chasing him as he cut across blocks and it began to rain. He hopped three fences and was 15 blocks from the Imax theatre when the Catty came driving up, heading strait for him. At this time a black Sedan met up with that vehicle and it stopped, the two men in the catty jumping out with guns blazing and bullets flying all over in the crossfire. The street people scattered while Sam watched a brief moment, and then some giant man with a really big gun stepped out of the sedan and shot two earth shattering rounds at the chasers and both flew back dying instantly. One bastard's chest exploded and the other guys head was blown clean off by the .50 cal. When the giant's attention turned toward Sam, he turned and ran with more alacrity then he had ever mustered before, passing through the area. *** Unfortunately for Anthony, Sam was going to be very hard to protect if he kept running like that. Kei began laughing and then both got back into the sedan and drove off after Sam as the Catty exploded. Whoever This Sam guy was, Miss Metworth wanted him back badly. Anthony couldn't figure it out. Three people had been killed because of this man and he looked to be nothing more then a kid. "Maybee he's Miss M's new fling ?" Commented Kei. " Are you kidding ? That boy is not the kind of man the Miss goes for, hell he looks like a girl for Christ's Sakes ! I think it might be a relative or favor owed. No matter. Nicky told us a war was coming... Im just suprised its being started over someone like that.." Kei commented again " I don't care who started it, I just want to get this finnished as quickly and efficiently as possible, and as Miss M says, that kid is the key. " Chapter 4 Sam reached the last steps of his house and never suspected he was being monitored. entering the passcode to enter the lobby and then using his key to go up the elevator he found himself feeling much safer in his nice securre, bullet proff dead bolted door and barred windows, but his dreams over took him again, and the nightmares only got worse this time. His personality began to schism and his waking thoughts in the middle of the night left him wondering who he was by morning. When he looked out the window, he saw what aeared to be all clear, and recieved a phone call. At first, he let it ring, and then ring again, and again, and finally, in his nervousness, he answered it. Expected some psychotic breather or prank call on the other line, his ears were graced with the pleasant, but very worried voice of a young lady named Nicole Metworth. " Are you ok Sam ??!! they didn't hurt you did they ? " " No Im fine Nicky, but who the hell were those men.. and who ARE you Nicole ? I know you had some connections by wealth.. but this is way the fuck past legal two men died last night infront of my eyes !" Her voice was tired and hurried but still seemed calmed " Calm down Sam " Sam was furious " I AM calm !! who the hell were they ? " She was on the brink of crying but managed to say " Meet me at the place we ate last together.. I can't talk about it on the phone... I'm heading there right now." The phone hung up, and Sam walked over to his closet to get dressed, still thinking about the whole clothing incedent. Taking his Minivan out to the mall and locking it remotely, he looked at his dead watch and aproached the mall, heading into the food parlor section and apraoched the Greek restraunt to order a Gyro and a sprite. As he was getting his reciet he felt something tap his shoulder and about jumped to the ceiling in fright. Turning around, He saw Nicole, dressed in a nice denim jackety and tight jeans, accentuating her figure with black tassled leather boots. " Hey " she hugged him before he could react, tears in her eyes, she repeated to him " I was so worried about you !" He stepped back from her slowly and then took his order from the restraunt, " did you want anything Nicky ? " " No thanks, I had something on the way up, but, I really think we should talk about this in some place less public." " My Van is kinda cushie " * he tried to smile but the sincerity of it was severily lacking, so she simply nodded and followed his lead out into the parking lot. when they got into the vehicle, they began driving around the country side, and she began talking. " Sam, I shouldn't tell you too much because it makes you more liable, but this much I can tell you, because you have already had run ins with those who tried to kill you. The others have already been informed that you were not to blame, and that it is really my fault that the men of the Saricuzo family were killed last night. There is word that I am trying to start a war, but I have already quieted that down. Now its a question of families, mine and Saricuzo's." "But why were they chasing after me ? did they think I was an agent or something ? " She sighed deeply and then said, almost emotionlessly, " Anyone who is not cleared on the grounds during a meeting is usually suspected of being an agent, and is typically interrigated, torchered, and killed if found guilty. I didn't want to put you through that, I really didn't think it would go this far.." He smiled suddenly, throwing her off guard " Hey, no one is blaming you, shit happens, I say we go with the truth, and be done with it. Two men lost their lives because of me, if I have to pay for their lives with my own, then its only fair " She then looked at him wide eyed, astonished " But its not fair ! I got you into this mess, and I'm going to get you out. ". " So what do you propose we do ? " Sam was taking this quite well, if he only understood the implications. " Im going to take you to Guitos. its a bar., run by the Don of the area. If he aproves of you, the others will call off their dogs." " And if he doesn't ? " She looked down at her hands, folded delicately in her lap," Then he will kill you. " He remarked sarcastically "Oh joy." " Its the best hope we have. Im sure he'll love you as much as I do !" Sam thought to himself for a long time " Lets hope he does. " *** On monday evening, they drove in the Ferrari to the Underground Bar known as Guitos. It was a retro's 70's place that looked like a cross between something from Goodfellas and a biker bar, complete with thick cigar smoke, pool tables, and Sicilians and Italians everwhere. There was loud music playing and Sam was in territory not his own. They spoke briefly with the Don, and when the Don got a look at Sam, began laugihng very hard, speaking something in Italian, and then the whole room began to laugh, looking at Sam. Everyone that is, except for the two remaining brothers in the Saricuzo family. They began to swear profanely and started a fight with Sam, but they were then kicked out of the Bar by the Don's men. After a long evening, Sam and Nicole bid the Don a good night, and started walking out into the ally where they were parked. No sooner did they turn the corner then Nicole was pulled back by strangers as Sam went down fighting four guys, two of which were assassins from the Saracuzo family. Jimmy, Vinni, Tony and Lou. jimmy was a wiry character, unshaven and crass in his manner, dressed mostly in brown. Vinni was in a well put together mix of silver and black with a yellow tie, matching his slicked back hair that made him appear to be a used car salesman. Tony was in a blue suit with a black overcoat, and had strong masculine features, and the eyes of a killer . Lou was the biggest of the four, grey balding hair and built like a beer barrel, the others by comparison, more lean and toned . Sam ducked under Jimmy's first blow and kneed him in the gut and pushed him to the side as Vinni pulled out a butterfly knife and took a swipe for Sam's ribs. Sam took his hand and rolled into Vinni, stepping his foot behind Vinnis leg, and slamming him to the ground, only to be punched in the kindney by Tony. Crumpling over to his knees and stepping back up he recieved a quick uppercut by Lou sending him flying right over Vinni and into a brick wall. Tony rushed in stepping on Vinni's head Screaming " I'll Kill you !" before Sam ducked under his wild swing and elbowed the back of Tony's head into the wall, and stepping forward and catching an onrushing, but recovered Jimmy, by the head with both hands and pulling Jimmy's face into his knee crushing his nose and splattering blood everywhere. Sam walked over Vinni to face Lou, and sent an impressive roundhouse directly into the man's face. Nothing. Lou grinned. As Sam drew a fist back for a second blow, he felt a cold peircing sensation in his backside, and a terrible sharp pain in his breath, almost as bad as Lou's pounding fist. as Sam went down, three of the men began to summerly beat the hell out of him as Vinni pulled his knife out of Sam. Sam felt his lung filling up with blood and began to caugh, and then heard gun shots and Nicoles voice before he caughed up something that tasted distinctinctly like blood, and all went black. As Nicole saw it, Sam did his best to defend himself against four men but was horribly wounded before her own guards started shooting them down. Sam was on the brink of death and being rushed to the hospital. He was in a coma for three days, and began recovery a while after that. Thats when Nicole sprang the fact on him. " Unless you get yourself a new identity, the family will continue to hound you until dead. " Sam thought about it a moment, " What did you have in mind ? " She smiled happily, and then looked down, " I have noticed during your sleep you talk sometimes, and I don't think you really want to be a boy at all." " Oh please Nicky.. don't get me started on this again.. " " Just hear me out will you ? I have some off shore connections working in the genetics Department. They say they almost have a retrovirus design where they can change your X Y chromosomes to XX, and with a little invasive surgery, after a few months, you would be, for all intensive purposes, a female. " "Why are you trying to do this to me ? First you nearly get me killed then you want to cut off my balls ? What the hell do ou expect from me ? Thanks ? Are you a lesbian or something ? " Sam was yelling as loud as he could but it was little more then normal speach in amplitude. She started crying, and as the tears splashed down on him, she spoke inbetween sobs " I want to do this for you because I love you, this is my fault, you shouldn't have had to be witness nor participant to these things... I wanted you to be happy... " He reached up with gnarled hands, reaching his arms around her, and held her with all his might, " I .. I love you.. and I will do whatever you ask..." Chapter 5 Two months later, Sam was out of the hospital, walking around and completely healed, at least on the surface. Upon checking out, Sam found that it was Nicole who payed for his medical bills, since his insurrance was unable to cover him any longer. Perhaps she wasn't as bad as he thought, then again, maybee she was a lesbian who fantasized about people like him and was just trying to preserve her favored 'pet'. Sam Houston had been leading a double life for the past several years but was unable to comphrehend, until now, the source of his displeasure. Was he a cross dresser ? a transvestite ? No. Outside of Cynthia's bedroom, he could never see himself dressed as a woman, but now he began to wonder. The constant shifting of desire Vs. personal identity was tearing him apart. As he called for a taxi to take him to his house, he began to wonder about Cynthia, and decided he would have to talk to her soon, before his whole life was turned completely upside down. A few minutes in the cab and he was home, paying the cab a fifty and expecting no change. Sam walked up into the apartment filled with good spirits expecting reconciliation as soon as he talked with Cynthia, he knew she would make everything better, she always had. When he tried to get into the house with his key, it failed to enter the lock, " What the fuck ?" he mumbled to himself. Looking around, over into the parking lot, he discovered his Mini Van was no where to be seen. Sam's life had been erased, and he didn't even know it yet. Just as he began to sulk, sliding his back kneeling down leaning against a parking meter, he heard a high powered engine pull speeding around the corner, and spotted what looked like a red Ferrari in the distance. His heart stopped as the car pulled up. " Hey Nicky. Where the hell is my van ? and why wont my key work ? " Smiling with silver lipstick she spoke up in soothing tones. " Get in, I'll explain on the way." Sam hopped into the car as she slammed the accelerator. " So wheres my vehicle ? " " In the shop. Its being repainted and sold. " Sam was a little more then angry at this point, but then asked again " And why won't my key work ? " She rolled her eyes before speaking as if it were a stupid question. " Well hun, you can't live there if the Mafia knows where you live. " Sam interupted her " But I thought you said everything was going ot be ok ? and then I ended up in the hospital." She looked at him for a moment, almost angrily." Well, what do you want me to do ? " He looked at her for a moment, and then asked what seemed to him a suicidal question, but for a dead man, those were common statements he figured. " Well you have connections, why don't you just eliminate the family ? " She then stopped the car. " you want me to commit mass murder for you ?" He was shocked to hear her sound so humanitarian. " Well thats what you do, isn't it ? " She held a long pause, and turned off the engine. "I would kill for you, but you must promise me something.." Sam was having trouble believing what he was hearing. " Promise ? what ? " " Sam, you know very well that you don't have what it takes to be a man, now don't interrupt me, its best if you hear me out completely. I have spoken with your girlfriend Cynth and several of her friends and some people you were aquainted with. That's where we are going right now. You see Sam, I had a background check run on you before even the first day. I knew you were harmless, but it was the why that caught my attention. " Sam interrupted " Why ? what do you mean ? " . " Shh.. don't interrupt, now listen, for one thing, I didn't know why you had a collection of women's fashion magazines, or why you had such a large collection of personal affects like make up and lotions and skin care and, well the list goes on, but I think I understand now. The bottom line is, I think you really are a girl, and don't even know it. That why I'm taking you to Cynthia's right now. She said she would know what to do about the situation when you arrived, said she had a friend she would like you to meet. " Sam was a bit humiliated by the investigation of an apartment he specifically chose for privacy. But who was this person he was supposed to meet ? " Person ? who ? " Nicole looked at him for a moment, before replying " She didn't say. Come on. We don't want them to worry about us ." And with that, she started up the engine, and drove off to the Suburbs. As they pulled up into the drive way, Sam could see that the place was at least partially occuppied with two cars, a Small carvette and a larger, grey mercedes in the lanes. Nicole got out of the car and took Sam's hand like a wayward child, and led him up the steps and rang the doorbell. Cynthia opened the door and greeted Sam emphatically with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Sam was a bit embarrassed by the attention, and could see a greying middle aged woman in a buisiness suit sitting in the living room sipping a cup of hot coffie, her eyes focused directly on him. " Well don't just stand there ! come on in ! " she ushered them into the living room with the elder woman standing up setting her coffie down, holding up her hand to greet Nicole smiling, but looking at Sam as if he were a child. " Nicky, this is my friend Kate Johnson, she deals with gender dysphoric patients in the area. " Nicole smiled happily, " Oh what a wonderful job ! You must really enjoy your work ! " Kate replied a bit sardonically, " Well it pays the bills, but not all our stories are happy ones. Sometimes the wife or children, or the physical makeup of the patient constrasts too severely with the internal persona, and at that point, theres nothing we can do except provide emotional support. But it does pay the bills" and with this she looked out at the Mercedes. " Yes, I could see that !" Nicole was smiling even more brightly. Sam interrupted them for once, asking " So what is gender dysphoric ?, I've heard the term, but i don't recall the exact meaning " Kate thought it best to reply " Well, its what were going to find out together. " Cynthia then interrupted " Sam, Kate is a pychiatrist specializing in people with gender problems, she's here to find out if that's whats irking you. " Nicole sat down and nodded to Sam to do likewise, and a moment later, all were sitting around the coffie table as Kate began to explain. " You see Sam, I met Cynthia back in College while she was dating you. She was working on her psychology degree and worked for me as an assistant in the field, getting on the job training. She used to tell me all sorts of stories about her 'weird boyfriend' which led me into suspicions, but I hadn't had the experience to draw on to derive any answers at the time. Recently, she was helping me in the office as an MA and during lunch, mentioned an incedent at the mall. "By this time I had started seeing gender dysphorics almost exclusively, as they were willing to pay through the nose for a problem that, excepting for the bureaucratic nonsense, could have been resolved quite easily, not to mention the fact that I never had to sedate any of my patients and most seemed quite lucid. This time, when she rehearsed the conversation she had with Nicky, I concluded that tyyou Sam, have the same problem many of my other patients have, repressed transexualism " Sam turned a bright red color and looked at her like she was evil incarnate. " You have got to be kidding ! " "Its no joke Sam, at least take a few tests, that will give us some standing ground on this theory. If nothing out of the ordinary comes up, then we will drop the subject and leave it as you being a very effiminate male, " " and if the tests say otherwise ? " " Then we will let you decide what to do." Sam solomnly agreed and both the younger girls lept from their seats to give him hugs and kisses. Kate simply smiled. After speaking for about an hour about various subjects dealing with work and what it was like living in the hosital for two months, Kate and Sam drove off in the Mercedes to her office downtown while Nicky and Cynthia worked on their plan. " So what do you think we should do about Sam ? " Asked Cynthia. " Don't worry, Samantha will be just fine, I had the nurse filter in androgyn blockers into his system while he was in a coma. From that day on he's never known. " Cynthia looked a bit worried " But isn't that like cheating ? I mean, sure, Sam's no man's man, but shouldn't he at least be given the choice to decide for himself ? " Nicole laughed. " Actually, I gave him more choice by doing it this way. you see, I didn't filter any estrogens into his system at all. Right now, he is effectively deciding for himself what he wants, without hormonal effects tampering with his opinions. I have supressed his, albiet feeble, but dominant masculine side, and we will see from here what choice he makes. " Cynthia grinned evilly. " I see what you are saying. He will take the tests suspecting nothing, and answer the questions from a truely neutral standing point. " " Exactly. " Cynthia sipped at her Coffee. " So what do you plan to do if he goes through with it and decides he wants to be a girl ? " Nicole smiled wickedly " He really doesn't have a choice. As long as he lives as a man, the people who nearly killed him last time will be hunting him down. He wants me to handle the problem. " " But what can you do ? those people kill for a living ! " Nicole paused in her drink, and then set the cup down, " Well, I have my ways. but if im to do anything, Sam is going to have to promise me that he will allow me to do everything in my power to help him, " " Help him, in what way ? " " I plan on giving him the gift of womanhood. " Cynthia looked confused for a minute. " Thats what I don't really understand, I mean, I have known Sam for years, and i can see him more as a girl then a boy, but I really don't see why you would want to make him one. " Nicole smiled and took a crumpet form the silver tray, tapping it twice to drop the crumbs, and then bit into it, looking up as if preoccupied. " Nicole ? " Cynthia was growing impatient. " its just that he looked so defensless that first day, like a child, and then what did I do ? I made him cry, and then nearly got him killed. Its the very least I could do. Besides. His life is already over. His apartment has been cleaned out, his van had to be sold and I'm the only employment potential he has right now without getting gunned down on duty. As far as I can see, his only escape is a new identity, and I owe him at least that much." " I think i know what you mean. I mean, he was so easy to control and to please when I was with him, it was really quite embarrassing really. He never got anywhere in bed, and I think i dated him partially just so the other men at college wouldn't pick at him. You know, I don't think it was completely his fault though. I have seen his family photos at his aunt's home before she died, and there were alot of pictures of him in dresses, and you know, you would never be able to tell he was anything but a sweet little girl. I think he was humiliated when I started flipping through the album that day, but I knew he trusted me, and I couldn't resist. " Nicole smiled for a moment "Cynthia, why did you break off with him ? " She began giggling " Well isn't it obvious ? Its like I said, it would be like dating my sister. No, I needed a real man to make me happy. " Nicole raised an eyebrow at this " So have you found your real man yet ? " " Nope.. " she laughed " You know, I'm begginning to think they are a myth." Nicole smiled at this. " Yes.. I know what you mean. " Chapter 6 Kate, whos'e full name was Kathline, was a very soothing woman. She seened to be in her late forties, just starting to show the grey of midle age. The leather interior of the Mercedes complimented her demeanor greatly, and her accent was inistinguisheable, almost like natural english from the educational board, a mid western accent or overly educated style. " So Sam, why don't you make the trip a bit more interesting with some conversation ? " Sam was not following, " what do you mean ? " she smiled and looked at him as she drove the luxury vehicle with ease " Why don't you tell me a bit about yourself ? " Sam didn't know where to begin, so he thought it best to start at the beggining. " Well, my father was shot down in a lumber yard when i was three. It apears he was caught up in some kind of gambling debt and payed with his life." Kate smiled with a comforting chagrin " Losing a father like that must have been hard on you.." Sam continued " Yes, my mother told me that I cried for a whole month. She said she was not going to let that kind of thing happen to me and started dressing me in these big poofy cloths. My mother raised me as a girl until I was about 12, when I started dressing like a boy on purpose. I did it out of rebellion you know, to get back at my mother, but eventually, as the realization of who I was sank back in, I started mimicking the boys around me. " " I bet you had a pretty tough time adapting like that " Sam shrugged " Yeah, I suppose, but it was an odd time. Most of the boys in my school had long hair and were mostly high anyway. The ones that werent were gay or recluse, and being a Tom boy with short hair or a regular boy with long hair made little difference. " She smiled " Very unusal school you went to it seems " Sam shrugged again " well, I suppose, my mother told me it was a school for troubled kids after I got out of it. By the time I was in highschool, I could pretty much keep out of trouble long enough to get into college." Kate turned up an onramp to the freeway. " So college was when you met Cynthia ? " Sams eyes glowed a bit at the memory. " Yeah.. Cynth was awesome. She seemed to like me alot and I thought she was a genius- mainly because she could keep up with me - something even professors couldn't do. " "Were you attracted to her intimately ? " Sam suddenly stopped himself from speaking. " I'd rather not talk about it " " I understand, but its a simple question, a yes or 'no' will suffice. " Sam sighed for a long time, looking out the window at the passing rows of trees. " I wish it were that simple. I must admit I liked the way she dressed...but.." " I understand.. it wasn't that you were atrracted to her sexually because of the way she was dressed, but you liked her taste in cloths " " yes.. but it was more then that.. I apreciated her whole form and manner..her accent, and it wasn't that I wanted to be with her.. it was something deeper..." Kate changed lanes and pulled ahead driving far ahead of a semi truck and waved to the woamn driving the massive rig and it sounded off with a loud fog horn. " Who was that ? " Sam was slightly thrown off his mental train of thought as the bellowing trumpet echoed through the tightly insulated compartment. " That was one of my old patients... now.. back to your story, it sounds like you were envious." Sam loooked a cross between angered and shocked " Envious ? of Cynthia ? why ? " Kate's voice was cool and calculated at this point, " because you wanted to be her, and she could dress, act, and even think as you wanted to. In the end, the closest you could get to satisfying your obsessive infatuation with her was to date her. But that was not your real intention. " " But, I loved Cynthia, I would never do anything to hurt her ! you make it sound like I was stalking her ! " Kate spoke even more calmly then before, replying to his statement " I don't doubt that you loved her, but it was more then that. You worshipped her. To you, she was the embodyment of everything You wanted to be, a pretty, popular girl with no apparent cares in the world and men killing each other just to vay her attention. " " But, but.." " Theres nothing wrong with that. You simply wanted to live again as you did when your mother dressed you up as a girl in those early years. When you were what mattered and were loved. There is nothing wrong with a young girl being infatuated with an older girl, trying to be just like her. To you, I'm guessing Cynthia was like a rolemodel idol who at the same time was living a life you could have, should have been able to live, if things went the way they were supposed to be " " I see what your saying, and theres some merit to it.. but what can I do about it ? Im not 12 years old anymore, and I would still be a boy either way." Sam was flustered with his dillemma. It seemed as if life had no meaning at that point in time. Kate pulled off the freeway and started to drive toward downtown. " So where is your mother ? " " Dead." " and your brothers and sisters ? " " only child." For once, Kate took a deep breath and sighed. " Whats the matter ? " asked Sam " Nothing.. nothing at all. My question is .. what's stopping you ? " sam was confused. " Stopping me ? From what ? " " From realizing your dream, from becoming a full blooded female ? " Sam was thrown totally off guard." Your kidding. Right ? " " I never kid mister Houston. You have a serious problem, and its not something that should be taken lightly. From the way you act and look, Im guessing you weren't ever supposed to be a male. " " Hmnnn.. well lets see those tests first." They stepped out of the car and aproached the 18th century brick building of stone decor and entered suite # 57 on the second floor. Inside was a a secretarys' desk and a door with the title " Kathline Johnson, PhD. " Pulling out a sturdy key and unlocking the door, she ushered Sam into to have a seat. The room was definately not what he expected. Where there should have been a leather couch from some throwback freudian nightmare was a simple collection of soft chairs around a coffie table, and her desk was similarly more contemporary then imposing.. The pink drapes and numerous flowered plants gave the whole effect of being in an herbal garden more then an office. " Have a seat would you ?" her voice was now more soothing then ever, and her whole countenance gave a feeling of peace and no worries. " Who is paying for this anyway ? judgining from all the materials and accessories in your possession, and prior conversations, I can't see this as being cheap. " "Well Mister Houston, your a lucky person, those two gals you were with were kind enough to cover your expenses ahead of time, and authorized me to give you care whether you agree to it or not. " " But thats not fair ! " she frowned at his outburst. " Calm down Sam, no harm is going to come to you, but as you very well know, your employer and former lover are the cloest things you've got to family, and they have already signed the contracts to have you committied if you refuse to cooperate. Will you cooperate, mister Houston ? " " I suppose I have no choice." " You have every choice in the world. You can walk right outside that door and take your chances, of course, I have been informed that you are having some troubles with the mafia, which means anywhere you work your going to have to do it under the table, and you can't use any job references or do any real advertising for yourself, so I suppose you could work at a convenient store out of town, perhaps change your name and shave your head." " My head ? NOT MY HAIR !!" Sam suddenly grabbed his hair to make sure it was still there. Years of pampering and fussing over his luxurious hair had given it an unearthly beauty all its own, and the thought of loosing it made him sick to his stomach. " So where shall we begin ? " " its your show miss..." " Very well then, lets start with the family background...." About an hour into the session, Kathline pulled out some paper work and several tests, and instructed Sam to fill them out to the best of his abilitiy, and to be completely honest. All materials were confidential and it would be to his benifiet to be as completely honest as possible. Some of the questions were easy, such as " Where you better academically in english or math during 4th grade ? " Marking down english seemed only natural as he had fond memories of his english teacher and couldn't even remember math; while other questions presented more thought, such as " Visualize a rotating object the top is green the bottom is blue.. a car is driving by in the back ground.. The car is orange and passes a red stop sign. After rotating once up then once down then twice around, which color will be on top ?" During the test, Miss Johnson exited the room saying she had to make some phone calls in the other room. After an hour or so, she came back into the room and turned up the built in stereo system with some soothing music. Sam had finnished the first test and she took it off the table and started evaluating it immediately. From what she could see, Sam resembled a a male mentality about as much as a can of Spam resembles Filet Mingnon. On the constrast however, his personality traits of recessive and nonagressive tendencies were highly reflective of most normal women. " Hmnn..." Sam looked up " What's that ? " She looked from the papers to his confuzed expression. " Oh nothing, just musing to myself, have you finnished the second test ? " Sam quickly filled out a few answers and handed her the second test. " Thnak you. " she said, trying to instill a feeling of importance to what he was doing. Two more hours passed and she had finnished examining the preliminary tests. " May I buy you dinner ? " Sam looked at his new watch, one that Nicky had gotten him as a get well present during his time at the hospital. " wow, its really late. " " Definately, its getting past five right now, I have some patients to see tommorrow but I can see you Thursday " Sam nodded, and they left the office and took off to an expensive french restraunt for a dinner soup and bread. " So, how did I do , doc ? " Sam tried a Broken John Wayne accent causing Kathline to nearly choke on her soup laugihng but she stopped and replied " Well Sam, lets just say you would make a very unhappy husband. " " That bad eh ? " Kathy sighed for a moment. " Well these are just prelimiary tests, but so far, your June Cleaver " Sam snickered at this and she attempted to make him feel better " Well, it could have been worse." " How so ? " " You could have been Cindy Brady..." Sam stopped soberly and said expressionlessly " The youngest one in curls.." he spoke coldly, and then a moment of silence before they both started laughing . After a light desert Kathy took Sam to Cynthia's place, where he would be staying the next couple of weeks until accommedations could be arranged for him some place else. Cynthia was doing a paper for her Doctorate's in psychology when they arrived, and Kathy was more then happy to listen to Cynthia's rehearsal for the next day. " .....And in conclusion, isolation from Society is directly responsible for mental trauma which precludes abberations in an otherwise healthy mind, as demonstrated in the culture shock variances of hermits in the modern age ." Sam and Kathy aplauded, and then Sam retired to bed as Cynthia and Kathy spoke. Sam couldn't hear what they were saying, but after a long moment, while he lay there in her guest bed room, he heard some giggles and a squeel of glee from Cynthia, before they both began laughing hysterically, and then the sounds of goodbyes before the door closed. Cynthia even came in to tuck him inn before she retired. Chapter 7 Sam was walking through the suburbs in the middle of the night.. standing there in his underwear and a T shirt. The dim illumination of the street lamps seemed to be absorbed by the stiff night sky which apeared to be radiating a light all its own, though not a star in the sky could be found. As he winded left and right through the streets there was a vendor on the corner pike of the snaking