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Copyright 2001 swl all rights reserved except: 1. Permission is given to Fictionmania to post this story. 2. As these characters are real people, permission is given to them to use any of us in their own story with the same veto restrictions that I gave each person; weather or not this is a continuation of this story. 3. Permission is given to a reader to download one copy for personal use. Included in this copyright is Fictionmania's copyright of the Hyperboard. The Hyperboard posts were used with permission of Fictionmania as per Raven. Use and discussion of Norman Johnson's writings are done with his permission. His copyrights are also protected. Notes: The people in this story are real people. For privacy reasons I have used their handles. Not everyone here is portrayed accurately in his or her original form. Some of this story is based on Hyperboard posts of February through April 2001. Some of this story is based on the old Hyperboard rules. The Mosh Pit didn't exist then. This is just a story, you hope. For a better description of the blessing of the children see my "Death and Life of Maximilian Kagen." For Witch's Court see my "Shaboom." I put the sex scene in because it fits. The usual disclaimers: If for moral, legal, or emotional reasons you shouldn't read this, don't. It is fattening. Jewish words and concepts: hupah is wedding canopy, mashugunah is crazy, sidur is prayer book, kiddush is a meal or snack after prayer service on the Sabbath, kaddish is a prayer praising G_d sometimes said in honor of a deceased, hallah is specially made bread for the Sabbath from which the priest's (kohain) portion has been taken (most of the year it is braided), talitum (plural, also talisism, singular is talit or talis) are the prayer shawls, minion (literally to count) is a group of ten or more men according Orthodox and some Conservative, ten or more adults according to Reform, Reconstructionist, and some Conservative. Soncino is a publishing house. Stone is the major contributor of another publishing house (Art Scroll). Megalot are five short stories in what most of you call the Old Testament. Shabbat (Shobbos) is the Sabbath. Machatonium (plural), machaton (male), machatona (female) are your in-law's relatives, eema means mother, tzadaka is usually translated to charity, to schmooze means to have a warm friendly conversation. Hasidim (plural, singular Hasid) are members of an Orthodox movement started by the Bal Shem Tov about 300 years ago. Haphtorah is the weekly reading from the prophets, which usually has a connection to the Torah portion. Married women always wear a head covering. Also note that the "ch" is pronounced like you are bringing up flem or the "ch" in the composer, Bach, NOT like the "ch" in church. The Evil Witch By shalimar Part 1: On Becoming a Witch Giggles and I finally got together. It took weeks to set up after she asked me, as the Evil Witch, for her to be my love slave. She was still a twenty-five-year-old effeminate guy about five foot nine. 145 lbs with small breasts. Her long brown hair looked like it had just went to the beauty parlor. For the most part there was no beard. She did wear a little makeup, and wore a black knit dress. She was surprised that I was still male, and twice her age. My balding and weight almost freaked her out. I also was beginning to get breasts. I told her that we should at least talk. We met at the Ho Jo's near Kennedy Airport, a nice towering hotel. I rented a room on the 6th floor. We heard and felt a Concord roar over just before we entered the elevator. I thought I knew exactly what we were doing. When we entered the room we talked for a few hours. Then she asked that I hypnotize her. "Why me?" I asked. "'Cause you're the Evil Witch." "The last time I hypnotized someone you weren't born yet." "Do it anyway," she said. "That way I could really be your love slave." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Please!" "Okay," I finally agreed. "I promise I won't harm you in any way." "Thanks," she said sounding relieved. "That makes it even better. What are you going to do?" "I don't know yet," I replied. "You ask ME to hypnotize you and I'm supposed to know what I'm going to do?" "You'll think of something." I needed something for her to focus on. I pulled off my necklace that had a small emerald on it and held it in front of her. "I want you to stare at the emerald," I said in a soft, calming voice. "Keep on looking at it. That's it just stare at it. You are getting sleepy." She blinked. "That's it," I continued. "You are getting sleepy." Her eyelids were slowly closing. "Very sleepy." Her head was beginning to bend. "You are asleep." Her eyes were closed and her head was down. "You will do what ever I say." "Whatever you say..." she replied. I had an idea. It was a crazy idea, but what do you expect from someone who plays solitaire with 47 cards. "You are younger," I said. "Younger," she repeated as she appeared younger. When I noticed that she was actually getting younger, I thought that maybe I really am a witch. "You are sixteen." She looked like she was in her mid-teens. "How old are you?" "What a silly question. I'm sixteen," she said. I decided to try something else. "What sex are you genetically?" I asked her. "Male," came her disappointed voice. "You are female," I told her. "Of course I'm female," she said happier. "Your sexual organs are female." "Yes" "Your balls are ovaries." "Yes," she replied. "They are entering your body," I told her. I heard a squishing sound and then a small pop in the proper region of her body. "Your penis is turning into a vagina." "Of course I have a vagina," came her response. "See, your pubic hair is a pretty triangle," I said. "There are no tools." She put her hand on her mound and rubbed. "That's right," I said. "Feel it. There's nothing else there. That's right. Just like it's supposed to be." "You are shorter," I continued. I saw her shrink a little. "More," I told her. She shrank a little more. "You are five foot five." She finally shrank down to that height. "You have larger breasts." The breasts started to grow larger. "That's better," I continued. "Small ones for now. Stop at 'A.' They'll grow in time." They stopped just where I said they would. She was beginning to look like a regular teen girl. "You have no hair on your face," I continued. Her remnant of beard began to be absorbed by the skin. "Your face is as smooth as a baby's." There was nothing left of her beard. "Your waist is too wide," I said. "Make it narrower." Her stomach started to shrink. "More," I said. "Down to twenty-four inches. That's better." It stopped at the appropriate circumference. "Your chest is too wide," I demanded. "Make it narrower." Like the rest, the change started to happen. "Down to thirty-three inches." Again she stopped at the right size. "Now the hips," I commanded. "Make them wider." They started to expand. "I said wider. In my family, a broad is broad. That's more like it." "Now your voice," I continued. Say Aaaaahhhhhhh." "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she said "Keep it up." "Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh..." she continued. "Raise the pitch," I said. Her voice was becoming more feminine. When the voice was more like a teen's I made the changes stop. "What's your name?" I pondered. "Hummmm. My great grandmother never had anyone named after her. You are Sarah. Now tell me your name." "Silly, its Sarah." "Right, Sarah," I said. "You are my daughter, Sarah." "Of course I am, daddy," she said as she put her left hand on her chest. She was a southpaw, like me. There were some more genetic changes. Her cheekbones were higher as is normal for Orientals, yet her face was still heart shaped. Her hair became lighter in color and wavy. Her now hazel eyes had the Mongolian slant. She had a spring complexion and became a few shades darker. As she smiled, I noticed the teeth. She had a small gap between the two upper front teeth. That means that like many in my family, she would have one less tooth in each quadrant. I was amazed that her dress was now lemon and the makeup matched. Her bracelet was now on her right wrist. "When you wake I will tell you what we are going to do," I told her. "You will agree." "Yes," she replied. "You also have this magic power, but you are reluctant to use it. You think you don't know how to enough and you are afraid that you would make a mistake. It worries you that you might do harm." "Of course I am a witch like you." "Now awaken and tell me if you like the change." Sarah looked down on her body, saw the changes and then went over to the mirror. She put he left hand on her chest and said, "I'm pretty... not drop dead gorgeous, but still pretty. Pretty enough to attract a man. Also I think the term for me is exotic, and some guys would go after me for that. Thank you, daddy." She gave me a hug. "Why Sarah?" she asked. "My great grandmother had it. The one I knew. The other choice is Sacagawea, the one on the dollar coin. Sarah is easier, but it's your choice." "Could I be Sarah Sacagawea?" she asked. "Okay, Princess," I replied. I concentrated and made the legal changes. "Daddy, what about you?" she asked. "When are you going to change? Wouldn't you rather be mom?" "I just discovered I can do this. Give me a chance. Maybe tomorrow. This afternoon we are going to see that Broadway play you've been pestering me about. Then we'll go home." "I could do it for you then?" "When we get home we'll discuss it. It might be too late. You'll have to get ready for school." "That's the only bad part of this change," Sarah said. "I'm back in high school again. Yuck." We took the subway into the city. On the subway ride we chatted away about everything. She also pushed me to change constantly. She said she needed a mother more that a father. I told her she needed both, and if I did become her mother I would have to remedy my single status. Eventually I told her that we wouldn't have the time that day. I told her she was NOT going to sleep through classes on her FIRST day. I also told her that she had LESS knowledge about how to change reality than I did. I did want it though. I just didn't think we would have the time that day. We arrived at the theater with about five minutes to spare. I purchased the tickets that were somehow available and we went in. I "manufactured" the money in my wallet. I believed I was getting the hang of magic then. It is an interesting phenomenon. I told Sarah. She opened her purse looked in it a while then smiled. I knew that she had just added a postman or two to her wallet. "You can buy some clothes with the money you just made," I told her. "If there's room in your closet." The play was thoroughly enjoyable. We laughed. We cried. And at the end we were among the ones standing and cheering. We ate dinner at Emilio's in the Village. I hadn't been there since the night of July 3,1976. I was with friends that night. At midnight that night I rose from my seat, raised my glass of wine and started singing the National Anthem. From that time on there was sing in that courtyard until Emilio's closed several hours later. Telling Sarah about it brought a smile to my face. Twenty-five years later I am still a friend to most of those with me that night. It was about 10:00 PM when we got to our home on Vista Lane in Levittown. I had to change her room closer to a teenage girl's room while she took a bath. I made sure she had enough clothes for the next few days. When she was in her bathrobe I told her she could buy some clothes when she got a chance "...as long as you finished your homework first." "Daddy, take a bath," she said. "I take showers," I countered. "You are exhausted," she explained. "You could lie back and relax." "I might fall asleep in the bath." "I'll be with you." "I'm a man," I said embarrassed. "There's nothing you got that I didn't have this morning." "But..." "Besides," she insisted. "I need you as mom, not dad. It'll only take a half an hour. Then I'll go to sleep. Promise." "Well..." I vacillated. "I'll draw the water," she pushed. "Okay," I said giving in. "Thanks, mom, you won't regret it." She gave me a hug. "Only change my age, my weight and my height." "I'll have to add some hair," she said. "That bald spot." "Okay," I said. "Twenty-two, five foot five and three pounds heavier than you and I'm a misses not a junior like you. I want dirty blond to light brown hair like I had when I was that age. Make sure I stay crazy. I am happy that way." "Could I make the hair long?" she asked. "Not beyond my breasts. Oh, and fix my hearing. You have such a sweet voice. I want to hear you properly." "Okay," she said in thought. "How could I be sixteen and you be my twenty-two-year-old mother?" "You're still twenty-five. You're only physically sixteen. I'm still over fifty. I'm also the father of your half brother, Emanuel, who is two years older than you." "Confusing," she said. "Isn't it?" "Not if you're a witch," I explained as if that answer was enough. I started to get undressed. The steam from the bath was inviting. She poured bubble bath into the water. There was a fragrance in the liquid. "Get in that bath, girl!" she insisted. I obeyed. She already made me into a girl between my legs. She put a sponge headrest behind my neck. I felt the tension seep into the water as she worked her magic to finish the transformation. My daughter was right. This heavenly soak was just what I needed. When she was finished she fixed her hair for the night. I kissed her good night. "Good night, mom." "Is your boyfriend coming over tomorrow?" "I don't know," she replied. "Why?" "We have to get you clothes. I need to know if he's staying for dinner." "I don't know," she said as she stared into space and hugged herself. She was smiling. "You love him, don't you?" "Yea," she said with a grin. "You already belong to him, don't you?" She didn't say anything, but I knew the answer. "Are you going to tell him about us?" I asked. "Mom, do you want us under the hupah?" she asked. Ouch! We've had this conversation before and I still don't know when to shut up. "Have you two had sex, yet?" "MA!" "Sixteen is too young for marriage," I said. "Goodnight, Princess." We gave each other another kiss. When she was out, I shaved my legs and underarms. I don't know why I did it. I was extremely tired at that time. Then, as I rinsed and dried myself I remembered that I wanted to find out if Norm Johnson had signed that movie contract for his story. Perhaps in the morning I'll check my email. I put on the see-through peach nightgown that somehow was on the shelf near the towel. It was sexy. Sarah had thought of everything, but there was no one to be sexy for, yet. I'm thinking of Norm again? I've never even seen him. I tell others not to put the cart before the horse, but that's what I'm doing. When I got to my bed I just had enough energy to pull the covers off and flop in it. My changing took a lot of energy out of me. 'How was I going to make breakfast for Sarah in the morning?' I thought as I quickly drifted off to sleep. I awoke to my favorite classic rock music station. I listen to her music in the kitchen until Sarah goes off to school. I tolerate her top 40 music. Some of it is actually good. Okay, most of it as long as its not rap. Even some rap is not bad. Then it's back to classic rock or Jazz. Yea! After Sarah left I wondered if I would go to work that day. Somehow buying and selling stock for a few millionaires didn't seem that appealing that morning. But what would I do if I called in sick? I could fix the place up a bit. Redo the kitchen; get some furniture, things like that. Or I could get some clothes. I couldn't do that alone. I need a partner. Maybe I'd call Jamie. She's the baby of my group of friends. At least she was until last night. Before I decided what I was doing I logged onto my computer and got a message from Norm Johnson: Singed contract for 'Unusual Punishment' movie. Get your house ready for your guest. Will arrive in New York for Sci-Fi conventions on Thursday. Should be coming in from LA around 6:00 PM at JFK terminal 9. Flight 163. I need to talk to you. I have to sort things out. I'll call during the week. 'Great! We'll have time to celebrate before we go to the first convention,' I thought as I logged off. I finally realized exactly what I needed to do that day. Visit my mom in the nursing home. She had been there or in the hospital since just before her heart by-pass surgery a year ago. About a month later, her leg wound from where they took the vein for the by-pass had gotten infected and she almost died. I was afraid for her then. For a while she was on no code. I understood why. I didn't like that, but I understood. When I was in the hospital during that time she was "out of it" I held her hand. When she recovered she told me that she remembered that I held it. That made my day then. Why am I crying? When she recovered enough for the nursing home she couldn't walk. Her MS didn't help matters. I would have to change her age and medical conditions. Dad would be there helping her out. I could kill two birds with one stone. The Audubon society will be angry with me again. My transformation the night before made me think. If I was tired out from my change that night, any change on my parents would probably kill them unless I did it right. After all they're nearly eighty. While I was thinking my phone rang. "Hi, daddy." "Shelly," he said. "Are you coming to visit your mother today?" Guilt City. Don't think that moms are the only ones that can give it. "I am planning to get there today. I'll probably be there in two or three hours. I have to talk to the both of you anyway." I told him. "About what?" he asked. "I now have witch powers. I'll tell you more when I get there." When I got off the phone, I cleaned and straightened the house. This was something that I didn't do much of as a man. I sighed. I knew that I only just begun, but it would take me days to make it presentable. Even my new magic powers could only do so much and that took some of energy. I finally had breakfast. It consisted of a vitamin pill, OJ and a banana. I put on a lemon yellow sundress as the day was going to be warm. I liked how the yellow brightened my face. I lightly threw on some makeup and then drove the fifteen minutes to the nursing home. I finally got there and found the impossible, a parking spot. How can a suburban nursing home have no parking? And they say I'm crazy. I walked in and went to the other side of the building. The walk inside the place took as long as the drive. Then again I was visiting my folks. I went up an elevator that if it went any slower it would be going backwards. With a bounce in my step I popped into mom's room. She had just come back from physical therapy and was happy that she could stand by herself while holding on. Her progress until that day was painfully slow. Even she knew that. "How are you doing mom?" I kissed her, and then dad. He gave me a hug. He still has good strength despite him being nearly 80. "Okay," she said. "I stood by myself today, without help." "Great, ma." "How's my grandchildren?" she asked. "Manny has just been accepted to Albany State. He's still waiting for MIT and Stamford. Sarah has a boyfriend. Nothing serious yet. She made me realize that last night." "And their grades?" she asked. "They're still in their 90's and Manny is actually doing his homework. The teachers are impressed. I'M impressed." "And, you? Do you have a boyfriend?" she asked. "I'll find someone," I assured her. "I know it and it'll be soon." "That Princess of yours needs a father, especially now that she has to learn how to love a man," she insisted. "I'll get someone, promise." I really meant it. "You better," she continued. "You are not a spring chicken." "Mom, I'm only twenty-two." "That's two years older than when I married your father." "And you waited four years to have me." "Actually we tried right away," she said. "Mom, I didn't come to discuss my sex life." "Or lack thereof," she continued I looked up. She was worse than my daughter. Why can't she leave me alone about this? Then again, what are mothers for? I changed the subject. I had to in order to keep what was left of my sanity. "Mom, dad, I can change reality," I said. "Shelly, Don't play games with us," he said. "How old am I, dad?" I asked. "Fifty-two." "How old do I look?" "About twenty," he replied. "What sex was I the last time I was here?" "Male," he replied. "What sex am I now?" "Female," he answered. "How many children did I have last time I was here?" "One," was his response. "How many now?" "Two" "How old are they?" "They're in their teens," he admitted. "Now do you believe me?" "If you say so, Shelly," was his incredible response. "Anyway, what I want to do is make you both younger. I have discovered that the older the person is now the more tiring it is for the person being changed. I have to do this slowly or it might kill you. I am going to try a month a day for a while. When you get closer to my true age we'll try some jumps. What do you think?" "I don't know," mom said. "Mom you'll be out of here in a few months. I know you hate this food. You can do your own cooking, or come to my place." "Are you still a good cook?" she asked hopefully. "I learned from grandma. Nobody was better than her. You won't regret it. The two of you will be playing golf together by the spring, maybe sooner. No more golf widow." I saw her smile at that suggestion. She liked the idea I did the magic so that they would age regress at the rate of a month a day. I also did some safety back ups in case this is too hard on their bodies. I also made sure mom would begin to see like she used to, but very gradually. This would take months. OK, three years before she would have full sight, but if she got her sight back too quickly she would be blinded by the increased light going to her brain. The amazing part of all this is that I knew exactly what to do. The more I know the more confidence I have. But I better not get too cocky. I usually get into trouble when I do. After I finished I talked to my parent for about an hour and then went home to prepare for Sarah. She came home with her boyfriend and they studied together. I still didn't know. Am I serving dinner for one, two or three? "Alex, are you staying for dinner?" "No," he told me. "My parents want me home tonight. Thanks anyway." They went back to studying. With that kissing I would guess biology. Sometimes a parent has to play chaperone. After he left I served the fish I bought around the corner at the fish market. "Mom, are we unique?" she asked as we prepared the food. "How could I be unique if you're like me?" "You're avoiding the question." "Trust me," I said. "I don't know little old men in bathrobes or women running water parks." "Seriously, are there others like us?" "I don't know. I didn't even know I could do anything until we were in that hotel room. Everything just sort of happened. Yet, I know more of what to do as I do it. It's kind of scary though. I'm afraid of doing harm. I knew that with you I could change you back if you didn't want what I did, but it still got out of hand." "I guess I wanted what you gave me," she said with a smile. "I wouldn't trade this reality for the world." "That's good because I like my daughter." "Like or love?" Sarah asked surprised. "I still love you. It's just I like you too." "What did you do today?" she asked. "Aren't I supposed to ask that question?" I countered "Avoiding questions, again," she said seriously. "I went to the nursing home. I have grandma and grandpa gradually becoming younger. I wish I could do it faster, but last night you showed me that age creates problems. You have to change things slowly with older people. We talked. It was the best time I had with mom in a long time. I told them you and Alex are not serious, yet." "What do you mean 'yet'?" "You're still in high school. Both of you need to finish and go to college." "What if I don't want to go to college?" "Better than a 90 average in academic areas and you don't want to go to college. My daughter's mashuguna." We talked through dinner and then I sent her to her room to finish her homework. I logged onto my computer and saw that I had email from Norm. He gave a phone number to reach him. I called him less than a minute later. He was surprised that my voice sounded female. I explained to him that I got witch powers now. He was afraid of that but I told him I wouldn't do anything to him without permission. I still heard his fear. I understand the feeling of powerlessness. We talked for hours. It was nice talking to him about anything. When I finally got off the phone I realized my nipples were hard and I was wet below. I started to play with my equipment while thinking about him. This reality was getting better and better. In the back of my mind I was wondering if I was setting myself up for that letdown. Then I logged onto Fictionmania and entered the Hyperboard. I stared at another flame war broiling. This time it was between Grotto, Sigh and TigrrrLilly. It was getting to be a habit with the Hyperboard. This was the third one this month and it wasn't even the fifteenth. I knew I had to stop this constant bickering, but how? After a half hour of thinking I got an idea and messaged it onto the Hyperboard. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" was the title. I took from the previous message: >We are supposed to support one another. Who else will? Then I continued: Stop it. Stop It! STOP IT! I didn't start this fight, but I am sure going to end it right here, right now! You are ALL acting like children! This is a WARNING if you don't stop and make up! As you are acting like children I am going to make you children. You will be coming to me saying, "I'm sorry, mommy" as you rub your little tushies (that's your gluteus maximums to those who don't know the Yiddish) I can do it too! I have learned that I can change reality since as the Evil Witch I changed Giggles. So don't even think about it! A VERY ANGRY shalimar A VERY, VERY ANGRY shalimar. I wasn't really angry. I didn't care if they believed I could carry out my threat. I was just hoping that those involved would look at their foolish actions and stop the battling. The next day I saw two nice surprises. Sarah as Giggles posted a note that I actually could do what I said. She also said that if I didn't do it she would. She gave me the support I needed. Like mother, like daughter. She was beginning to think like me. The other surprise came from Sigh. He actually apologized for his actions. It felt good that I got through to one of them. At least I think I got through to him. Then again, he might have realized what he was doing on his own. Why so many fights? That question I couldn't answer. While I was thinking, I sent the following note to Cleo Kraft: "I am writing this because I consider you a friend. I am now what you call a witch and can change reality. I believe I can 'solve' your problems we discussed. I can discuss with you by email, but I would prefer to talk to you by phone. My number is 555-5551234. You can call me collect. hugs Shelly, formally shalimar, aka The Evil Witch." Fifteen minutes later I got a collect phone call. "Hi, I'm Cleo Kraft," came a high baritone voice. "Nice to finally talk to you. How are you doing?" "I'm trying it your way. So far it works." "I have a better method. It would mean that you become my four- year-old daughter. You won't even be tempted until you're older. By then my 'I hate it gene' would kick in. I'm doing this because I think I am helping you, my friend." "What do you have in mind?" We talked for hours. I explained to Cleo that he would become my four-year-old daughter with a gene that would make her hate getting stoned or drunk. Cleo wanted to be older, but I told him that he needed time to heal, learn, and understand. I also explained that I could selectively remove some of his bad memories and that we would discuss each one before doing it. After much prodding and discussion of the details he finally agreed. I told him that he should pack up his computer and things that he needs such as favorite books, pictures of his parents, a musical instrument or anything else important to him. He would send all that to my place and make arrangements to fly to Long Island. I finally told him I would pay for shipping his things and the traveling. Despite the late hour I called Norm Johnson again. I needed to speak to him, or to be more accurate hear his voice. Again it was a marathon talking session. Again I felt like I needed him to be with me. He also made me wet. Please G_d don't let this be a letdown. The next day Cleo called to make final arrangements for the following day. That would be Thursday at 3:30 at JFK terminal 5. Two and a half hours should be enough time between the two flights even if there is a delay. I'll have plenty of time to change Cleo before Norman arrives. I pulled out the yellow pages and looked where the two terminals are. Being they were two to three miles away from each other they couldn't be farther apart without being at different airports. Part 2: Song of Songs The following day I pulled Sarah out of school a little early. She would miss only one class. The subject is so easy for her that she has to be made to do her homework in it. She pouted when I told her she couldn't drive to the airport. "But I purposely wore my sneakers," she complained. "This is not the type of traffic for a Learner's Permit," I explained. "I've been driving for seven years!" she protested. "Not in New York," I reminded her. "You wouldn't make it much past the city line." "Can I drive part of the way?" Sarah asked. "Of course," I realized. "Why didn't I think of that? We could switch at the old toll booth." I handed her the keys and started to get in the passenger side. "Ma, don't get in the car, yet," Sarah insisted. "Looks like I have to fix your makeup." "What's wrong?" I asked. "Your makeup is on poorly," she explained. I knew it wasn't that good, but I was nervous when I put it on. I'm actually afraid of meeting Norman. "Were you scared, or did you purposely try to look like a child did it?" Sarah asked. "Why am I so afraid?" I asked nervously. She got my rouge out of my bag and started correcting my horrible job. "You want this to be more than a friend visiting," she continued. "Don't expect too much. I don't want to see you hurt." She carefully redid my eye shadow. "I want him to like me," I said. She fixed my lips. "He already does that," she said soothingly. "You want more then that. You want love." "I keep on thinking that he is someone that would be great to be with." "I just hope that you don't get hurt," she advised. "Finished." "OK, Princess, lets go." Driving to the airport was the usual fun, especially after I took over driving. The traffic near the airport is one of the worst in the city. Midtown traffic is easier. In midtown, you only have to avoid a car that's yellow. We parked in the lot closest to terminal 5, walked in and discovered a one-hour delay. Still plenty of time to introduce ourselves, change Cleo, get everything in the car and drive the two miles to the other terminal. I hope. The plane arrived at 5:21 and discharged the passengers twenty minutes later. I held up the sign that said, "Cleo Kraft". He was six foot and androgynous. She wore a navy t-shirt and jeans. His dirty blond hair was half way between long for a man and short for a woman. Based on my conversations with her, I believed I got to him just in time to eliminate the pain. "You two go in the back of the car," I said after we got Cleo's bags. "Sarah, you MUST make sure that you change him the way we discussed and make sure you replace his insanity gene with mine." "Why the insanity?" he questioned. "I can't take it. It hurts." "I think you'll be happy this way. If you don't like it you could always be normal, but for me Abby normal is more fun." "Mom," Sarah asked. "What color should I make the hair?" "A lot lighter, I explained. "Use your judgment. That's your baby sister." By the time we got to the other side of the airport, Sarah had completed Cleo's transformation into Raquel. Raquel got out of the car wearing a pink T-shirt with a cute ribbon on the collar, blue jean cut off shorts, pink sox and sneakers. Her hair was a very light blond and her slanted eyes were green. "Sarah," I said. Change those shorts to a skirt." "MOMMY!" shouted Raquel. "We're having dinner in a Hasidic area," I leaned down and told Raquel. "I don't want trouble. It'll be bad enough that I have you and won't have a head covering." "OK, mommy," she said sadly. Sarah did the change. She realized that because Norman was from out of town he might not understand the Hasidim's quirky ways, even if he is very religious. As I got out of the car I grabbed the "Norman Johnson" sign. We quickly walked to the terminal, as I called the airline to see how long we had. The person on the phone said that the plane had just arrived. Talk about cutting it close. I wouldn't have time to see if I was still looking good. It'll just have to do. We walked into the terminal and to the arrival gate. The door to the plane opened about two seconds after that. I held up the sign. "Want to hold," Rocky told me. I let her hold the sign. When she started to lower the sign I helped her raise it. She promptly gave it back to me. In the middle of the crowd of passengers I saw a man recognize the sign. He was six foot with medium brown hair that had some gray in his beard. Not much fat, maybe love handles. I could hold on to that. His upper body showed some exercise, but not exaggerated muscles. He wore a white collared knit shirt and black jeans. His Panama hat completed his good looks. "Norman?" I asked hopefully. "Shelly?" he said. "You're beautiful. Your description didn't do you justice." "Nor yours," I said breathlessly. "Tell me about the contract." "Mommy!" I felt a tug near the hem of my skirt. "I'm sorry. This munchkin is Raquel. Say hello, Rocky." I pushed her towards Norman. "Hi," she said and then tried to hide behind me. "Hi, I don't bite, Norman said gently. "I bet you are a really good girl." "And this young lady is my other daughter, Sarah," I explained. "Daughters?" he asked. "You didn't say anything about daughters." "I'll explain as we travel," I told him. "You have dinner yet?" "No," he said. "What do ya'll have in mind?" "There's this restaurant nearby called Chosen Island. It's an unusual Chinese restaurant. Its even kosher during Passover." "Sound's great," he said to us. "Y'all lead the way." Norman, Sarah and I each picked up a suitcase as the four of us walked back to the car. I put my free hand around his arm as we walked. I hoped that I was not being too presumptions. He didn't seem to mind. I even noticed a smile. As we walked I felt his slight limp. I didn't notice it when he was walking out of the plane. "You girls go ahead," I told the kids. "I've got to talk to Norman." I turned to him and said, "You have a limp. Let me fix it." "How?" he asked. "I can change reality," I said. "I'm still afraid of your witch powers." "Most people call what I can do witch powers. I consider it a gift from the Creator to be used as He sees fit. With that gift comes responsibility. Like Haftorah Thazria." He slowly shook his head. "I'm sorry Shelly," he said. "I converted seven years ago. I don't know all the names of the Torah portions or their Haphtorahs. "You know," I said. "The miracle of the leper, Naaman, a general of Nebcaneza." "Oh, yea, he said recognizing the reference. "I remember THAT part. Somewhere in Kings. Elisha cures his leprosy by asking him to wash in the Jordan." "I'm like Elisha. I have a greater need to heel you than you have a need to be heeled, but I need your permission to do anything." He glanced away and then back at me. I couldn't tell his emotions. "I appreciate what you're saying, Shelly," he told me. "But I want to be sure you're Samantha Stevens, NOT Endora. You know what I mean?" "My goal is to help, not harm. Hurting someone with these powers is my greatest fear. If you are not sure of me I won't do anything." I started to pick up the suitcase. He acted like he was thinking, and then said, "Will it hurt?" "You could be sore from the residual connected inflammation until that heals. I won't be sure until I look." "Do it," he said taking charge. "Where does it bother you and what's wrong?" He sat in a seat that was near by and lifted his leg. "Right here in the ankle. Its arthritis." "Osteo or rheumatoid?" "Its osteo," he told me. "I broke my thigh when I was twenty- five. I was in traction for two months. And it's been a bit stiff ever since." "I'll try my best," I reassured him. I squatted down next to him and held his ankle in my hands. I closed my eyes and visualized his area of pain. I saw some fusion between the bones that should have glided freely past each other. I eliminated the excess bone through the blood stream as I added the proper amount of cartilage. I didn't think there would be any residual connective tissue damage. I opened my eyes, got up and asked him to do the same. He got up and exclaimed, "WOW! THAT FEELS GREAT!" "I think I fixed everything," I said. "But let me know if there's any pain there, especially new ones." "Are you going to just do healing?" he asked. He put his arm around me as we walked. That felt even better than holding his arm. Instinctively I leaned into him. "I hope so. That's going to be my main use of these abilities. I know that I won't go wrong if I do." "Are you going to tell me about these daughters you got?" he asked. "I though you were male, or at least transsexual." "I have a son as a man," I explained. "He's eighteen. His name is Emanuel and he and his friends want to go to the conventions with us. Last weekend I changed Giggles into Sarah. Until I changed Sarah, I didn't know that I had these abilities. When I changed Sarah, I gave her those powers also. That night she changed me from her dad to her mom. I had Sarah change Cleo Kraft to Rocky as we raced to pick you up." "Are you going to change me?" he asked. Again, I stopped and looked at him. "Do you want to?" I asked. "No, I'm content living as a woman through my characters only," he explained. "Then I won't do it," I assured him. "Without need there is no reason. Despite my handle, I'm not evil." As I opened the car trunk, I told him, "There was a need for us. You see all three of us were girls between the ears and boys between the legs. You are what people call normal." "So, you couldn't do it to me," he mused. "I wouldn't," I continued. "Not without a good reason. You haven't given me one yet. Also, I don't have permission. I almost didn't do your ankle." We got into the car and I drove out of that airport towards the five towns. "Then I'm safe," he said. "There's one thing I'd like to do for you. Change your age. How does 23 sound?" I asked. "I'd love to look like I did in my twenties, but for G_d's sake, I don't want to go through that acute depression again. I suffered until I was forty-five." He sounded alarmed. "That does make a difference," I said. "I can do it, but not now. I can't do this in the car. I can't concentrate. I have to drive." "What do I have to do?" He asked hopefully. "Give me the OK, and I'll do it tonight just before you go to sleep" I told him. "Before then I'll know if it is genes or environment. Genes I could fix. We would have to watch environment." "Why then?" he asked. "Problems with age," I explained. "It will tire you out. If you are going to sleep anyway it will only mean you sleep longer." "I'll think about it," he said. "I also must make sure you stay a writer. Various forms of insanity come with an artist's ability. At least I'll know what to do by the time I tuck you in tonight." He put a hand on my knee and said, "That's an offer I can't refuse." His hand gave me a jolt throughout my body. I wanted him to keep it there forever, or move it up the thigh. "We're here," I said reluctantly. We entered the restaurant and waited about 5 minutes for a table. We ordered and then I finally asked the question again, "Tell us about the movie." "It's the standard movie contract. They will make 'Unusual Punishment'. I was given a check for $150,000 and will get another three-fifty when they start production." "WOW!" I exclaimed. "That's a lot of money!" I was thinking I would like to stay home and do my real jobs, play mommy and write, IF things work out between us like I hoped. "I don't have to write the script," he said. "What about control?" I asked. "I doubt that I would have a say," he explained. "Once you sell the films rights to a work of fiction, it is very rare that the screenwriters would come back to you for advice. Even the screenwriters have very little clout in Hollywood." "So Karen could end up being a bimbo?" I asked. "Or Mrs. William Gates, or an illegal alien, or Laura Croft. She might enjoy being Laura," he said. "Is it at least going to be Kevin to Karen?" "That's the one thing I insisted on," he said. "Actors?" "Don't know. Possibly an unknown in the lead. Has to be young. But that's in the distant future. There's NO WAY I'll influence that decision." As I listened, I realized I wanted to know more. I wanted him to talk about himself. And the more he talked the more I wanted him to talk, and the more I wanted him. "So," I said after he explained some more. "What are you going to do now?" "I'm not sure," he said. "That's why I wrote I needed to talk. I'm not sure if I should go back to my job in computing or be a full time writer." "What do you want to do?" I asked. "Write," he said. "Dad always encouraged me. I would like to think his encouragement paid off." "Do you have enough ideas running around in your head?" I asked. He thought for a while and then said, "I don't know. I'm not sure if I have enough. That's the scary part." "Could you write a quick resume?" I asked. "Yea, why?" he asked surprised. "I have programmer friends," I told him. "They could tell us how hard it would be for you to find a job. I suspect those jobs are a dime a dozen. You just got enough money to take a leave of absence. I doubt that you would spend all that money in a year. And I'm assuming that they don't start production that soon." "They may not ever," he told me. "Even with that, I think you could take a chance. You might want to take some courses in something you like for a change." "Actually, need, in case writing doesn't work," he confessed. "I'm a COBOL programmer. There isn't much demand for that anymore. I'd need to learn new skills like C++, Visual Basic, and Networking. And I have to quit my job. I don't think a leave of absence is possible. I'm one third of our team and my boss is trying to teach me enough for HIM to retire." "Oh, I see your problem," I reluctantly agreed. "Assume that you're a writer while you're with us. If you lived here there are plenty of schools in the area." I had to give him that hint. I needed to convince him to quit his job and live with us. Maybe, if I told him his expenses would be lower. "Although I don't know if it has what you need there's even one walking distance from my home." I put my hand in his and looked in his eyes. They were a deep dark brown. Despite their darkness they sparkled. He looked right into my eyes, leaned over and gave me a kiss. There's not going to be a letdown. He may go back to North Carolina for a while, but I knew that my home would eventually become his. With his writing there would be plenty of time to share with him. As I am a writer, too, we would have to make sure we make the time for each of us to do that. Hopefully we could help each other write our stories. We continued to talk through dinner. Although I continued to hog the conversation with Norman, my daughters were in it as well. At the end of the meal, Rocky chanted to our embarrassment, "Mommy's got a boyfriend." Finally the check came. Automatically Norm tried to pay for the dinner. "You can't pay for the meal," I said. "Please, I insist," he said. "Trust me," I countered. "You are not allowed. When I show you that Haphtorah later, read the next few lines. I can't have you believe you are paying for your foot, but I promise to act like a lady this coming week." "That sounds fair." I drove us back home. As soon as we got into the house, Rocky ran upstairs to her room and came down thanking me for the way I did it. I told her Sarah did most of the decorating. Raquel gave her big sister a hug. "Mommy, what about memory changes?" Rocky asked me. "Tomorrow, after school," I promised. "Can you live that long with them." She thought for a while, and then said, "Think so." "Good, now off to bed," I insisted. "People your size need more rest." "Not tired," she protested. "How about you get dressed for bed and I read to you," I asked. "Can still read," she yawned. "Then would you read to me?" I asked. "Horton and the egg?" "Go get it." I said. "'K!" Rocky said. Norman was looking at the Jewish section of my library as Raquel ran to get the book. "Sarah, don't you have homework?" I asked. "Uhhhhh, OK, ma," she said with a wink. "Now for you," I said to him as I put my hand on my copy of "Stone" and flipped through the pages. "Haphtorah Thzaria, parts of Second Kings 4 and 5." "What are these other books? he asked. "Nachman, Gratz, ha Levi, Kaplin. I know the Talmud, Malmides, Buber and a few others. Is Nachman Nachmanides?" "Nachmanides was a philosopher and Torah commentator who lived about 800 years ago," I explained. "You know him as Malmides. Nachman was a Hasidic rabbi who told great stories and lived about 200 years ago. He was the great grandson of the Bal Shem Tov. His Brotslovian movement is known as the Hasidim of the dead because they believe that he is still their rabbi." "Jewish folk tales?" he asked pulling a book out with his finger. "The one you're touching has a very short story with a minor transgender part in it. My library is yours, but please reread that Haphtorah first including the few sentences after the Haphtorah ends." "Mommy, lets read!" Raquel sat between Norman and me and started to read. Before Horton was on the boat I had to continue. By the time the egg hatched she was asleep. As I picked her up to put her in her bed, Norman looked up from his reading and smiled. After putting Rocky to sleep I checked with Sarah. She said she completed her homework except for some reading which she would do after she finished talking with Alex. I went back to the living room and snuggled next to Norman. He put his arm around me as he continued to read. I could read what he was reading, Buber's "I and Thou". "I tried reading Buber several times. I could only get a few pages into it," I told him. "Like 'War and Peace.' That copy is twenty years old yet it still looks new." "Buber's very interesting," he said. "I get the basic idea, but then I'm lost." "When I'm finished I'll explain it to you." "I'd like that very much," I said hopefully. Wow, he's even going to be my teacher. "And thank you for not letting me pay," he told me. "I now understand. By the way, (yawn) I'm getting tired." "May I reduce your age?" "MY depression?" "The genetic part I'll cure tonight. The rest we will have to work on, but not right away," I said. "You won't be depressed. Will you trust me? I'd rather we make love than I do this." Our eyes met. "Could we do both?" he asked. "Yes," I said feeling the need for him to touch me. We kissed. He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear. I giggled as I put my arms around his neck. We ended up with me on my back on the couch and him on top of me as he played with my arms, neck, and breasts while we were still dressed. "Please," I said, "before it's too late. Take me into my bedroom. The children." He gave me one last feel, got off of me, picked me up and carried me into my bedroom. We kissed along the way. I giggled again. He gently put me on the bed and I pulled him down. He took off my top as I unbuttoned his shirt. I let him play with the exposed part of my breasts near my lacy bra as I moved my hands on his arms and chest. Doing that I felt his strength. He gave me a hickey on my neck as he picked me up to open my bra. The hickey felt soooo goood. "Mmmm," I murmured as his every touch put me on fire. I played with the hairs on his chest. And then he rubbed my breasts with his beard. You don't know a turn on until you have had a man's soft beard rubbing your breasts. He stopped the beard rubbing when his lips reached my erect nipple and he started sucking it. He played with the other one to make sure it would not get jealous. I was ready and I opened his pants zipper to let him know. As I pulled his pants down he removed my skirt. There was just two thin pieces of fabric around our groins separating our otherwise naked bodies. He removed my panties and then his underpants. I marveled how big and engorged he was. I rubbed his penis with the lips of my vagina, and each time I got to the tip he went in me a little farther until he was finally completely in me. He lay on top of me for about a half a minute before starting his rhythm again. I moved with him as I locked my legs around him and gently helped him push himself inside me. At least his thrusts were gentle in the beginning. Just before his strokes began to be strong I felt what could be best described as waves rippling through my body. When these waves hit my brain I could see sparkled lights. Each wave was better than the one before. Just after he exploded in me I felt these waves subside. It was the most enjoyable experience I ever had, and he gave it to me. I felt the warm afterglow as I lay partially on top of him. "You know I have to marry you," he finally said. I heard his voice through his chest. "Mmmmmm. Do you want to?" I asked playing with his beard and looking at him. "I don't know, but Jewish law." "Jewish law says that you have to offer. Until you know, I release you from your obligation. When you do know, the answer is yes." "How do you know I'll want to?" "Admit it," I continued. "You want me." "Part of me does," he admitted. "Then just accept it." "When I'm ready," he continued. "I'll ask you properly." "Did you hear what you just said?" I asked. "Yea, I'm getting there." "Before I make you younger, my love, put on some PJ's for my babies," I said. "I don't have pajamas," he explained. "I sleep naked." "If it was just you and me I'd love it," I argued. "You're very handsome, even when I see the bare facts. But I have children. Rocky is at the 'tee he and giggle' stage and you might arouse Sarah." "You're right," he sighed. "But I still don't have any. Could you conger me up a pair?" "What would you like?" I looked at him from a sexual point of view. "Hummm," he thought out loud. "Black silk. That should look and feel nice." "That might turn me on again," I said as I created the pajamas under his pillow. "You want to try?" he said devilishly. My forefinger traced the outlines of his chest as I said, "yea," very seductively. While he put his PJ's on, my peach nightgown went over my body. We kissed and then I snuggled next to him. He fell asleep. I changed his age to twenty-three, and fixed his depression gene while adding to his ability to create. Then I put my head on his chest again. I fell asleep to the hypnotic rhythm of his regular breathing as he slept. He woke me up two hours later by rubbing one of my breasts. I gladly accommodated him. It wasn't as explosive as before, but I was satisfied. When to me it was repeated just after I fell asleep again I began to wonder. "What's going on?" I asked. "Don't get me wrong. I like it, but I need my sleep." "I'm a restless sleeper," he replied. "I tend to get up several times a night." "Honey, remind me to fix it in the morning," I mumbled as I went back to sleep. . My clock radio woke us up with, "And two hearts that beat as one, no more loving on the run...." "You do that?" he asked. "Hum?" I asked as I snuggled closer, and desperately tried to go back to sleep. "The song." "Nice song," I mumbled. I am very stupid when I first awake, and with the extra recreation I was really out of it. "You choose that song to wake us?" Norm asked. "Huh?" I then tried to think about what he was saying. "Oh...No, too sleepy." I said as I grabbed him around his neck and pulled myself closer to him. I needed him to protect me from the needs of the new day. After a while, as the radio was still playing I got up and made sure my babies were getting ready for school. I then pulled some bread dough out of the freezer to make the hallah for the Sabbath. Then I got Raquel cleaned and dressed for nursery school. It was going to be warm so I made sure she had shorts and a salmon tank top to keep her cool. Norman walked in the kitchen in his PJ's, and yawned as he sat down. He looked handsome with his younger face, stronger muscles, less weight, lighter hair color, and no gray. "Would you like breakfast?" I asked. "What do you have?" he responded. "Cereal, Eggs, cheeses." I opened the cereal cabinet and got Cheerios for Rocky. ""Y'all have grits?" he asked in a more Southern accent. "I don't usually have any Farina this time of the year," I said as I poured Raquel's cereal. "I could get you some when I drop off Rocky." "Don't bother, I'll have the Cheerios. Besides I don't like grits." I put the cereal down on the table, and gave him a playful punch. Before I was able to turn away and get the milk he grabbed and tickled me. When he stopped about a minute later we were hugging and kissing. After getting a bowl for Norman and fixing Rocky's breakfast I went back to my bedroom, put on a new set of panties and bra, then an orange tube-top and a pair of white short shorts with fringes on the bottom. I put on enough makeup to be presentable and then my sneakers. Then I shooed Sarah out the door just in time for her to catch the bus. As usual, Alex had held up the bus for her to catch it. I drank my OJ took my vitamin pill and had my banana while Norman got dressed. We walked Rocky to the nursery school that was a half a mile away. We did a little food shopping where we got some things Norman wanted. "What do you want to do today until the girls get out of school?" he asked. "We have to get you another pair of PJ's. That should take an hour I think that there is a noon concert at Eisenhower Park. Please! We could make it a picnic." "What's the concert?" he asked. "I don't know. I just go. These noon concerts go on all summer." "You believe in pot luck." "At least I'll be with you," I said as I leaned closer to him. We got back home and put the food away. I then packed a picnic chest, which we filled with ice. He drove us to Roosevelt Field where we bought him another two pair of silk pajamas. One was maroon, the other navy. He also bought a baseball cap with the Braves logo and I got a flowered hat. "Don't wear that cap anywhere near my brother-in-law," I warned Norman as we were purchasing his hat. "He's a rabid Mets fan." "Maybe until after I get to know him better." "Don't count on it," I explained. "I hardly like him and my sister is trying to kick him out. The crazy part is that I know and like his sisters and brothers-in-law, and some of his cousins too. Some I even knew before I found out they were machatonim." We left Roosevelt Field and drove the three miles to where the concert was in the park. When we got there, I laid down the blanket and then he put down the small chest. We sat there for about ten minutes. Then we heard the New York Philharmonic tuning up. It is always a treat to hear them whether it is here, Central Park, or Carnegie. After the concert began I took out the lunch. Part of the time we ate. Part of the time we sat there listening. I occasionally glanced at him. There were times I felt his gaze on me. There was a time our hands touched and then we embraced. "Do you like classical?" he whispered as the concert continued. "Yea," I said without conviction. "It is not my most favorite, but I still like it." "That's about the same with me," he said. "What kind of music do you like?" "Most rock, jazz, reggae, some classical except German Heroic Opera," I continued. "I HATE fat ladies singing. For the most part I don't like country western and rap. I also like folk songs and folk dancing. In general, the music has to be good quality." "Folk dancing?" he asked. "That seems interesting." "Israeli or international?" I asked "Don't know haven't tried it much," he told me. "It would be fun to teach you," I said happily. "Maybe we'll go to a session while you're here." "I'd like that," he said with a grin. Looking at him, I closed my eyes and opening them. "So what kind of music you like?" I asked. "Mostly I agree with you," he told me. "Except I like very old country western more like Patsy Kline and Hank Williams. That's senior more that junior. I like the alternate rock like Alanis Morrisette and I hate gangsta-rap. I don't know much folk dance music." "So you like what we're listening to?" I asked. "Yea," he told me. "I'm with you, Shelly, and the price is right." After the concert we played the miniature golf that was recently installed in the park. It was fun. After the game we drove to pick up Sarah and Alex. Then we picked up Raquel. Raquel showed us a painting she did in school. Later, Raquel and I discussed her memories. I deleted the ones I knew she needed erasing. I told her some of them we needed to think about more. Then the three of us started making dinner as Norman read. We set the dining room table for seven. Alex and his parents were going to be with us for dinner that night. Sarah put on the table seven candleholders and had Rocky help her put the candles in. There would be one for each of us tonight. While they did the finishing touches on the table I finished cooking. Four chickens, salad, vegetables and rice pilaf should be enough for us and still have leftovers. I took out the kiddush cup and filled it with wine. It is the only family heirloom that I know of. The glass was made in Czechoslovakia in the 1840's. The story goes that one of my great grandmothers remembered it in her grandparents' home in what is now Belarus. After I set up the halah, I took a short bath and put on a mint evening dress that showed my cleavage well. I redid my makeup and then I added a bracelet, and the emerald necklace that I wore for my first meetings Giggles and Norman. Shabbat IS a special occasion. The guests arrived with plenty of time before Shabbat began, but we wasted no time starting it a little early. Sarah helped Rocky light her candle and then lit two for Alex and her. Alex's mom smiled at Sarah, and then did the two for her and her husband. Part of me was suspicious that Miriam Rapaport's smile meant something I didn't know. Were Miriam and Sarah keeping a secret from me, or was it an innocent mother happy for what might happen. Then it was my turn. When I lit the second candle I looked at Norm and felt love for him. Nervously he lifted the kiddush cup. "Do you know the blessing?" I whispered. "This glass is old. I'm afraid to hold it." "It is already chipped," I noted the dent on the base. "If it breaks, we'll find another one that we could put love in." He did the blessing over the wine, and then passed it around to everyone. I helped Raquel take a sip. Then he did the blessing for washing the hands and we followed. Finally he thanked G_d for the bread. Then we ate. We had plenty of time to get to evening services that night. We put the dishes in the sink, leaving them for after Shabbat. We ladies freshened up and then all of us walked to synagogue. As usual we were the difference in the minion, and most of the service was normal. When it came time for the blessing of the children, Norman hesitantly put his hands on the girls. It made me happy. I knew it was another step closer to a decision for him. Rocky helped by pushing our hands together. I think she not only wanted a daddy, but this daddy. After services we stayed for kiddush, and shmozed with the other two families. Then we walked home. Although I was talking to Miriam, I had my hand around Norm's arm. We gave Sarah and Alex breathing room so they could cement their relationship. I was happy for them and hoped they would continue to grow closer. When we got to our door, Alex was still with Sarah. I pulled Raquel and Norman in so the kids could have their privacy. Rocky still looked out the window. She needed to learn. About a half an hour later, a very happy Sarah finally came in. She gave each of us a kiss and danced to her bedroom. I then helped Raquel get to bed. After the girls went to bed Norman took out the Soncino copy of the Megalot and asked me to sit next to him. I cuddled up to him and he opened the book to page 1. He was going to do what a Jewish husband is supposed to read to his wife on Friday night. I knew it was another major step for him. "Song of Songs, which is Solomon's" he began. "Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth..." With those words I leaned closer and he put his arm around me. Again I was able to read with him. He read, "...thou art fair, my love; though art fair; thine eyes are as doves..." as he looked lovingly at me. I looked back at him with want, better make that need, in my eyes. When he read, "My beloved is mine and I am his..." I repeated, "dohdee lee va'anee loh." "Yea," he said and then kissed me. Eventually he read, "Thy twin breasts are like two fawns, that are twins of a gazelle..." as he touched one of my breasts. He never finished the story that night. Our plan for Saturday was for us to go to Shabbat services, and stay for kiddush. Then we were to pick up Manny with some of his friends and go to the convention. After Shabbat services we stayed for the kiddush where I had to answer the expected questions about how close Norman and I were. Most of those we talked to were expecting wedding invitations after I told them we were negotiating. We stayed after kiddush for a short study session. Then he drove me to pick up the boys. I had to explain to my ex-wife about Norman after she dragged me away from her husband and Norman. She got the idea of w