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This story is FICTION! It comes from the deranged mind of the author. The author does not encourage or support the activities in this story. This story has more graphic violence than in previous parts. But only because it is necessary in the telling of the tale. All the characters in this story have been tested and found disease free. Make sure all your partners are too. BE SAFE!!!!! The Peachtree Training Center Casefiles #3: TWINS, DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE, DOUBLE YOUR FUN PART 1 By Robyn Conners CHAPTER 1 GUNNY RICHARDSON MAKES HIS ENTRANCE Alvin Homer Richardson (MgySgt, USMC (Ret.)) pulled up to the steel gates at the Peachtree Training Center. As he sat waiting for the guard to come out, he wondered just what the hell he had gotten himself into now. Gunny had gotten a call from that crazy SEAL, Jay Edwards. Knowing how crazy that sucker was, he couldn't figure out what the hell he was doing here. But being honest to himself, he knew why. The smell of cow dung made him nauseous. He rally hated the farm, hated the cows, and really hated Midville. What a speck of nothing. Between two larger small towns. Two convince stores, one car wash, and no bars except for the Bar-B-QUE place at the lake. Not many women either. You had to go to Augusta, Atlanta, or Savannah to get any action. And not the kind that Gunny liked. Because Gunny had a secret. He liked his women with "special" equipment. A big COCK! It wasn't that he was gay. The thought of sex with a man made him ill. But Shemales, they were something else. The more feminine the better. But all the ones he had seen for a while looked like men in dresses. And most were ugly. But as the guard finally drug his slack ass out of his chair, Gunny decided his sex life was probably the least of his worries. Screwing around with that crazy ass SEAL, he probably wouldn't have to worry. He'd most likely get his balls blown off anyway. The guard asked his business and checked his ID. He was directed to the front of the building, where he would be met. As he pulled up and parked, a sight for sore eyes appeared. She was about 5'4" tall with a 36C-20-34 figure, long black hair with auburn highlights. She appeared to be a light- skinned African -American. She was dressed in a form fitting black leather jumpsuit, which hid none of her assets and knee-high lace up boots with a five-inch heel. Gunny had a hard time catching his breath. She was a vision. As Gunny approached her, she extended her hand, which was as petite as the rest of her. "Master Gunnery Sergeant Richardson, Welcome to the Peachtree Estate. I am Anita. I will take you to Master Jay. Please follow me," she said. "If you leave your keys with me, I will have your bags taken to your room and your belongings unpacked. Also if you have any beer or liquor preferences let me know so I can have the bar in your room stocked appropriately." She added. Gunny was thinking, man this is some set up. I wonder if the girl goes with the room. "I like Corona with lime and Wild Turkey. If that's no problem?" He answered. "No Master Gunnery Sgt. the Wild Turkey is in the bar and I will have the Corona in place by the time you get to your room." She answered. Gunny told her, "Thanks. You can just call me Gunny. The whole title is too much of a mouthful. I'm retired from the Corps anyway." They entered an office down the hall. Man this is some classy place. That swabby Edwards really fell into a sweet deal this time. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. They entered another office. One look told Gunny he was in deep shit. Not only were that crazy Edwards there, but that maniac Summers too. He was the only SEAL he knew crazier than Edwards. His life expectancy just dropped to about 20 minutes. He was a dead man. Getting into Gunny mode, he coldly looked at the two former SEALS. "Edwards you dickhead, you didn't tell me that fucking physco Summers was involved in this shit. That motherfucker is crazier than you are!" Andrew Summers laughed, "Good to see you too you old Jarhead fucker. You ought to be glad to see me. I saved your ass the last time we worked together." "Saved my ass? You dick fuck. You about got my ass blown off with that crazy shit you pulled. Not counting all the statements I had to write after blew that drug lord's head off in front of witnesses. I had writers cramp for six months." yelled Gunny. "Oh, did they finally teach you how to write more than an X?" asked Jay. "Fuck you Edwards. I'll put this size 14EEE up your ass. You ain't no officer now. You can't hide behind them silver leafs and all that gold braid." Said Gunny. "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah. You'd rather pour hot melted butter down a wild cat's crack than fuck with me." Answered Jay. "Alright guys. Enough bullshit for now. Let's get down to business." Said Andy. Gunny and Jay shook hands and laughed. All their arguing aside they had great respect for each other as warriors and as men. None of the three could think of anyone else that they would rather have at their back when in a tight spot. "Gunny has Jay given you any specifics about what's going on?" Asked Andy. "No, he just said that is was a mercenary job and that it paid well." Answered Gunny. "Alright, I'm going to give you the whole run down." Said Jay. "I own a company called the Foxworth Group. I went to work for them after the Navy kicked my ass out. The original owner was Jay's uncle. I now own 70% and Donna Mulligan Foxworth, who also owns the Peachtree Estate and the Training Center, and is Mr. Foxworth's daughter owns 30%. We are in the mercenary/killer business. This company has the best reputation in the business. We have a very large, very lucrative contract. We need you to act as the Sergeant Major of this happy group." Said Andy. "We are going to set up a team made up of Ranger, SEALS, Special Forces and if we get desperate, some Force Recon types. No drunks, druggies or idiots. Only first class troops. Well trained and well disciplined. Also well equipped and paid. "The target of this mission is our is our old buddy Solomon Ruiz. He was pretty safe when he stuck to drug running. But he decided to branch out into the gun trade. Bad for him is the fact that the big boys don't want any competition and the dumb shit has been stealing their shipments. "We have six months to prepare. It's a cost plus six million-dollar job. They also provide the weapons, which we get to keep. I plan on using this mission to decide which men I want to keep afterward when we go to the team concept." Explained Andy. "You'll be the number three man in the company. That's because your smart experienced and don't take any shit. That's not just for this mission but for as long as you want. Jay and I couldn't think of anyone better to be our number three than you." Andy then named a figure that made Gunny's eyes bug out. "You also get a vehicle, credit cards, room and board along with a 401K and health insurance." Said Andy. "And if you're real nice we'll try to talk Mistress Mulligan into setting you up with Anita." Joked Jay. "I saw you eyeballing her!" Gunny laughed, "She's really something to look at. She's finer than frog hair. I'd love to see the body under that jumpsuit. Probably make the old ticker stop." Jay and Andy looked at each other. Jay said, "You might be surprised what you find under that jumpsuit. This is a unique place. Things aren't always, as they seem. This is a training center for sex slaves. Some male, some female, some mixed." "Mistress Mulligan is a dominant mistress. She is in charge of the Center. She is very good at what she does. A very nice person as long as you don't piss her off. But if you do, shame on you. We can't help you. But if you treat her with the respect she is entitled to you can't find a better person." Explained Jay. "You'll be living in the main house with us. Anita will show you your quarters. Dinner is in about an hour and a half. Dress is a suit. The food is great and so is the company. No shortage of servants either. Plus we have good booze too. Nothing but first class!" Said Andy. "The other person that you will meet at dinner is Becky. She is in charge of administration for the center and for us. She is super intelligent. She graduated from High school at 10, MBA from Harvard at15, Law Degree from Columbia at 18. She's a member of the bar in six states. If you ever have a legal problem she is the one to see. She is also one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. But don't look too hard because she belongs to me!" said Andy. Jay added, "Did I mention that Donna Mulligan and I are romantically involved? In other word Jarhead, Get your own woman these two are taken!" laughed Jay. Gunny scowled at them. "Fuck you, you swabbie fuckers. You screw around I'll take both of them from you. You limp dick assholes!" Said Gunny. "Only if you never want to sleep again. Not even speaking of the fact that you'd also be unemployed. You old dickhead." Laughed Jay. Anita knocked on the door and looked in. "Is Gunny Richardson ready to go to his quarters now? I had his clothes unpacked and the bar stocked. I also had his suits pressed for dinner." Said Anita. "Yes he is Anita, And Please join us for dinner tonight. You can be Gunny's escort. I'll clear it with Mistress," stated Jay. She bowed her head. "Yes, Master Jay. As you say." Said Anita. Gunny and Anita left the office and walked down the hallway towards the stairway. Gunny watched her out of the corner of his eye. She sure was some looker. But Gunny wondered about that Master Jay stuff. Was she a slave? Only way to find out was to ask. Gunny asked, "Anita, I don't want to embarrass you or anything, but what is your status here. Are you a slave or what?" She answered, "I am what is called a training assistant. We are higher in status, but still not a member of the staff. I have skills that the Mistress needs. So I am given some freedom but not as much as a staff member. "For me to be invited to dinner with the Mistress is a great honor. To be placed in charge of an honored guest is a great responsibility. I only hope I can make you comfortable." Said Anita. Gunny just shook his head. This beautiful sexy woman was honored to be allowed to take care of his sorry old butt. Talking about casting pearls before the swine. This was it. They climbed the stairs and walked down the hallway. They entered a large room facing the front of the mansion. Gunny was amazed. Damn this was some room. It had a large four poster King bed, a wet bar in one corner and a sofa and loveseat in the other. A walk in closet stood open and the other door looked like the head. (bathroom) Anita told him, "The bar is stocked as you ordered. The television and VCR are in that Ardmore. If you need anything dial 0 on the phone and ask for the housekeeper. I will come for you in an hour. Please wear a suit." She turned to walk out. Gunny told her, "Thank you for all you have done. I appreciate it." She smiled and said; "Serving you is my duty. But thank you for the kind words." After she left Gunny let out a large sigh. Damn she is so fine. But he really couldn't understand why he was so attracted to her. She was not his type. But he thought about what Jay had said. He might be surprised at what was under her jumpsuit. There wasn't any way Anita had a package in her panties. She was too perfect, too feminine. No way, But it was a nice fantasy any way. Gunny turned and got ready for dinner. CHAPTER 2 DINNER TIME Exactly one hour later, Anita came into his room. Gunny about passed out from blood loss. All the blood in his body had gone to his cock! Anita was dressed in a white ankle length sleeveless gown. Her hair was in a long French braid down her back, with a white ribbon at the bottom. She had on 5 inch white heels, her make up perfect. The white dress made her skin appear to have the appearance of gold. She had silver earrings in her ears and silver bangle bracelets on her arms. A matching white choker around her neck with an opal in the center. She was a walking dream. With a shy smile, she looked at Gunny. "Do I pass inspection?" She asked. Gunny looked at her with lust in his eyes. He told her, "If you looked any better you'd kill this old man!" Anita smiled a happy smile. "Let's go to dinner then. By the way you look so sexy yourself. And you're not so old either." She said. Gunny offered his arm, which she took and they started down the hall to the dining room. He caught a trace of her light musk scent. It smelled like the sun and the rain on a tropical beach. They made an odd but somehow matching pair. The 6'5" tall, dark skinned man with a shaved head and the 5'4" petite light skinned beauty with long dark hair. That thought stuck both of the other females in the dining room. Mistress had the thought, 'Damn, there goes another slave.' After seeing the look of adoration on their faces she knew this was going to be a match. Must be that damn room. First Becky, then her, now Anita. Oh well. Anita was due to come out anyway. If what Jay and Andy say about him is true, he is one of the good guys. She'd see. Mistress was very fond of Anita. The all stood as the couple entered. Anita kept her head somewhat bowed in a statement of submission to her Mistress. Mistress spoke a greeting. "Welcome to the Peachtree Estate, Gunny Richardson. We hope you enjoy your stay. Let me introduce Becky Thompson. She is my good right hand. And of course you know these two gentlemen. And Anita." Mistress looked at Anita. "Look at me girl." Anita raised her eyes to meet the emerald gaze of her Mistress. "From tonight on, you are not a slave, but a valuable employee. You no longer have to adhere to the slave rules. Understand?" Mistress asked softly. Anita's eyes widened. "Thank you Mistress. I still will be honored to be your slave, when you need me. Thank you so much." They all sat. Mistress seated at the head of the table, Jay at her right, Becky, and Andrew on her left and Anita and Gunny next to Jay. "Well Gunny, Jay and Andrew said you are an old friend of theirs. They speak highly of you. Which is unusual for them. They don't usually like Marines." Laughed Mistress. Gunny laughed, "Well ma'am, Marines don't usually care for sailors either. But these two were always a little different. Crazy as a bedbug, but still okay." Dinner was a casual affair, with spurts of conversation and periods of silence. They retired to the parlor. Slaves in yellow French maid's outfits served drinks. Gunny had a hard time keeping his eyes off Anita. She was beautiful and sexy, but so quiet and demure. Mistress spoke to Anita, "Anita Darling you look so wonderful. That dress is really you." "Thank you Mistress. It's all because of you." Said Anita. Mistress told her, "Anita if you would please come with me for a few minutes. I have some business to discuss with you and Becky." The women left the room, down the hall to Mistress Mulligan's office. Once inside Mistress told Anita to turn around. She then removed the choker from around Anita's throat to expose a round shinny steel collar about 11/2 inches in diameter. She held her ring up to a flat spot in the back of the collar inserting it into four pin size holes. She then twisted the ring. An audible snap was heard as the collar popped open. For the first time in four years Anita was free of the control collar. Anita let out a quiet moan. The magnitude of what had just happened came to her. Then tears began to fall from her eyes like summer rain. She was free. For the first time in four years she could walk off the grounds without fearing pain or death. Anita turned to her Mistress. The tears were still pouring. Mistress looked at her fondly and pulled her head to her breasts. "Stop crying baby. You're going to ruin your makeup and make your eyes all puffy. What's Gunny going to think? You earned it love. You worked very hard." Comforted Mistress. "Mistress I never expected this. You told me when I came here I'd never be free. That I would never leave these grounds alive. That my sin was too bad for me ever to redeem myself." Questioned Anita. Mistress smiled, "I was very angry with you when you arrived. You had hurt someone very dear to me. But you have worked hard, never asking for anything except the basics. You also developed superb computer skills. Early in your stay, you were given many chances to escape but you never took them. You have also demonstrated that you are truly sorry for what you did. As I said, you earned it." "I only hope that you will stay and work with Becky and I. But if you wish to leave, we will provide you with a whole new legal identity. Including a degree in computer science and good references. We also will provide enough funds to tide you over till you start your new job. But we really want you to stay." Said Mistress. Anita cried, "Thank you Mistress. I would love to work with you and Miss Becky. It's a dream come true. But will I be able to leave the grounds? How about seeing my Grandmother? I've missed her so much. I want her to see what I've become." Mistress smiled. "First in private you may call me Donna and Miss Becky, just Becky. Yes you can leave the grounds. Your Grandmother will be here tomorrow. I decided it would be better if the first meeting between her and your new self were here. She is very anxious to see you. No matter what you did, she still loves you." "We'll go over all the details tomorrow including salary and get you a new wardrobe. Just enjoy the rest of your evening. I'm sure Gunny will be glad to help you celebrate. Dry your eyes and fix your make up. Let's get back to our men." Suggested Donna. After their return to the parlor, Mistress explained to the men what had happened. Gunny had noticed right away that the choker was missing. He was hoping to see an Adams apple. That would make his dream come true. But there was nothing. He figured it was too good to be true. But Anita was still hot. He just hoped he'd be able to perform with a real woman. Only time would tell. After several toasts, everyone decided it was time for bed. Donna told Anita, "Escort Gunny to his room and make sure he is very comfortable. You may sleep late if you wish, Goodnight." CHAPTER 3 SWEET DREAMS. Anita and Gunny walked hand in hand down the hallway to his room. Gunny couldn't get over how excited the petite Anita made him feel. Like he was a young Lance Corporal again. When they reached his door, he invited her in foe a nightcap. She of course accepted. When the entered the room, Gunny pulled her into an embrace. Kissing her soft lips, sweet with the taste of the champagne they had toasted with, He had the hardest hard on he had ever had. He felt like it was going to tear through his slacks. Anita felt his hardness against her stomach. She began to worry about Gunny's reaction when she dropped her panties. Marines were supposed to be macho men's men. Would he get violent and hurt her? Or would he just throw her out of his room? Anita let fear win. She pushed Gunny away. "Not tonight Gunny. I think all that alcohol has made me ill. I'm going to my room now. Good night. I'll see you in the morning." Anita turned and almost sprinted from the room. Leaving a shocked and disappointed Alvin Richardson behind. Gunny thought, 'Damn this was supposed to be a sure thing. What the fuck happened? What did I do to scare her off? But hell with women you never know. Maybe she was sick.' Gunny pulled off his clothes and climbed into that cold lonely bed. This defiantly was not the way he planned to spend his night. Instead of the charms of a beautiful women, he was left with Rosy Palm and her five sisters. What a bitch! CHAPTER 4 WHAT COULD HAVE BEEN? Anita was in her office right after sunrise. She hadn't always been an early raiser. But now with a job and responsibilities, she liked to get an early start. Plus she couldn't sleep either. She wondered all night long had she done the right thing. Or had she missed her chance at finding happiness? Would Gunny avoid her, complain to Master Jay or Andy? They could really make things unpleasant for her if they wanted. Anita then remembered what Mistress had told her last night. She was free. She could now pick and choose whom she wanted to sleep with. She could even leave Peachtree if she wanted to. Maybe that would be a good idea. Start a new life away from the Training Center. Anita knew her grandmother was coming. She would see how that played out. Go live with Grandmother for a while. Becky came into the office about that time. She looked at Anita and saw the worried look and dark circles under her eyes caused by the restless night. She asked Anita, "What's the matter honey? Didn't you have a good time with Gunny?" Then thought then struck her. "He didn't hurt you did he? Cause if he did I'll have his balls for breakfast." Anita cried, "NO! NO! Becky. We didn't do anything I took him to his room and said goodnight and went to bed in my own room. I told him all that the alcohol made me ill. But I was really scared of his reaction when I dropped my panties." Becky understood. She and Anita were built the same. Not the same size but the same equipment. With the wrong man that could be a problem. Maybe she would get Andy to sound out Gunny on how he might feel about a "special" girl. If he was okay with it, then maybe Anita and he could work things out. If not, oh well. Anita asked Becky, "Will Mistress be mad because I didn't sleep with him? I don't want to cause any trouble. But I just don't understand all the rules." Becky laughed at her serious expression. She said, "You're a free person now. You can choose who you want to sleep with. Mistress would not tell you who to sleep with It's up to you. That's what free means, darling!" It was amazing what that word free meant to Anita. It had a whole different meaning now. Four years ago Anita was free in body, but not in spirit. What a long way she had come. Anita could remember how it began. One simple thoughtless act had changed her life. CHAPTER 5 A MATTER OF REVENGE Twenty-three year old Devon Canady looked out over his turf. As the boss of the downtown drug trade, he had it all. Fine car, shinny jewelry, good dope, beautiful women and most of all money to burn. But with all that he was not happy. Some motherfucker was poaching on his turf. He had a real good idea that it was that sorry assed white boy, Robert (Iceman) Clark. Usually it would be no problem to take care of his honkey ass. But the boy had big time protection. He also had a backer with plenty of high quality product. Not only was his shit higher quality, but he was under cutting Devon on the price. You didn't call the Federal Trade Commission and report unfair trade practices in the drug business. You just killed the fucker and be done with it. Devon Canady was a product of his environment. His mother was a drug addict, who OD'ed when he was 15. But that really didn't matter because she had been dead for years, just still breathing. He had no idea who his father was. He was just a sperm donor anyway. Luckily he had no other siblings. The only family he had was his grandmother (Grand) and his cousin Gloria Williams. He loved his grandmother who at least tried to do right by him. She worked for a rich white businessman's family in the Summerville part of the city. Also known as the Hill section. Devon ended up in foster care after his grandmother could no longer handle him. Gloria Williams was the one person besides his Grand that he truly loved. She was two years younger than Devon. Gloria was sweet, outgoing, hardworking and she was smart. She was a sophomore at Paine College on a full scholarship. Devon figured it was that rich Foxworth who was paying her way. The funny thing was there's was a family relationship. Devon would no more hit on her as he would his Grand. He was very protective of Gloria. The word on the street was if you wanted to die, messing with her was the quickest way to do it. This scared most of the homeboys away. But this relationship with Gloria would also lead to Devon's downfall. His love for his cousin, the one good thing in his life, would lead to his demise. Devon's cell phone rang. Damn what was wrong now? This week had been one problem after another. Damn Iceman Clark. The caller ID said it was his Grand's phone. This was unusual. She hardly talked to him anymore. And she never called on his c phone. Answering the call, he asked, "What's wrong Grand?" Gran sounded frantic. "Have you heard from Gloria recently? I haven't seen or heard from her in two days. She hasn't been home and she's not at her friends. You know she always calls." Cried Gran. Devon got a cold chill down his spine. That fucker wouldn't dare. He told Gran, "I haven't heard from her since last Sunday dinner. I'll look for her, make some calls, and let you know. Just calm down. Maybe she found some dude to hang with." Gran answered, "You know that's not so. She ain't seeing anyone. You keep scaring them off." Devon told her, "Just keep checking with her friends and I'll look for her. Don't worry. Don't forget your blood pressure." He hung up with her. Devon had a real bad feeling about this. Real Bad. His phone rang again. Caller unknown, no data, on the ID. "Yeah", he answered. "What the fuck you want?" The voice on the phone was being disguised. Damn electronic crap. The voice said, "We got your sweet thing cousin. She sure is fine. Mighty fine. Want to hear her voice. Listen real close now." He heard a female voice scream in agony. It was his cousin's voice. The voice said, "You should come over. Were having lots of fun. Did you know she was a virgin? Hard to believe in this day and age. But you don't have to worry about that now. She's not a virgin in any of her holes now. Actually she is quite loose. You should see the cum dripping out of her ass and pussy. And all over her face. She gives good head now. But her stomach is kind of bloated from all the cum she's swallowed." He went on, "But now that she's so loose we've had to find other ways to have fun. One of the guys loves piercing. Just loves it. What you heard was an inch diameter ring going through her clit. It goes good with the nipple, nose, belly button and cunt lip rings. The one in her tongue really helped her with blowjobs. Nothing like head from a bitch with a big old stud in her tongue." Devon told him, "You're a dead man walking. I'm gonna kill you. But it's going to be real slow. I want you to last a long time." The voice said, "Now Devon, that's no way to talk to an old friend. We gave her lots of good quality heroin. She's hardly felt a thing. Well maybe a little. But its all been in fun. You know how boring this burg is. Had to find something to kill a little time. When we're through playing, you'll get her back. Maybe even alive. But I think we have a while before that happens. And if you try anything stupid, I know she's dead. Call you later. Bye." Devon was in shock. Of all the tricks he expected this was not one of them. For once he was at a loss of what to do. All he could hear was the sound of her screams. In his mind he could see her face. In agony. Devon put all of his troops to work looking for her. Twisting arms, flashing cash, beating and threatening. But two more days passed. His Gran had reported her missing to the local cops. At first they dragged their feet and said she was just on a lark somewhere and would turn up. But after William Foxworth started calling they snapped to. He was a power in local political circles. One of the good old boys. With his money and his clout a full court press was going on. Local, state and federal cops were all looking. Still no luck. On the fifth day, he got a call. It was the voice. He said, "We're done playing now. You can come get the bitch. She ain't much good now. She's in one of the old cotton warehouse off Jordan Road. But I'd bring a doctor if I was you. Might even try 911. You shouldn't have sic'ed the Feds on us. It really pissed me off. Had to keep moving all the time. Look in number 15. She won't be hard to find. Bye." Damn, he hated this. But he'd better call 911. Let the cops find her. Wasn't nothing he could do now but figure out how to play those fuckers back. In spades. The police received an anonymous phone call about a woman held hostage in a cotton warehouse. She was taken to the Medical College of Georgia Trauma Center. It didn't look good. Beyond the physical abuse, rapes, torture, piercing and beatings. There was the psychological damage. Some caused by the drugs, but mostly by the terror. They could save the body. But they weren't so sure about the mind. William Foxworth was enraged. How could someone do that to that special young woman? Bill had watched her grow from a young child into a beautiful young lady. He was just as proud of her as if she was his own child. Someone would pay. And pay dearly. William Foxworth was not a man to piss off. Bill Foxworth owned a special type of employment agency. It offered employees for employers who had specialized needs. He offered the best mercenaries and assassins in the world. Many people owed him favors on both sides of the law. It was time to call in some markers. It took less than 48 hours to get the full story. Name addresses and descriptions. Now it was time to put his men to work doing what they did best. Killing. Bill put his operations manager and second in command in charge. Andrew Summer looked like many things but a killer was not one of them. Until you looked into those cold eyes, you could see death. The ex Navy SEAL had been booted out of the Navy for killing a drug lord in cold blood while on a covert mission in South America. The problem was a candy assed ensign bucking for promotion ratted him out. Andrew had come to work for Bill. He knew his job. He had no qualms about killing. He really liked it. Within 72 hours, every one of Iceman Clark's men was dead. They found the Iceman in the same warehouse where Anita had been found. It was not a pretty sight. He had been stripped naked. They had use det cord (used to set off explosives, burns at very high temperature. Sometimes used to cut down trees without a saw.) wrapped around first his toes, then his fingers, and then his arms then his legs. They saved his dick and balls for last. First the nuts one at a time. Then his dick, one inch at a time. Then they cut his torso in half and then he was decapitated. They found almost all the parts. They were spread all over the warehouse. The rats and the stray dogs got a few. But it was very clean. No blood. The det cord cauterized the wounds as it burned. But it would be a long time before the smell went away. That's how he was discovered. The workers coming in Monday thought they smelled a fire. After looking they wished it was fire. But there was one more person to punish. The man Bill Foxworth thought was really responsible for what had happened. The one who had brought this pain and suffering to Anita and her Gran. It was Devon Canady. But killing him would be too easy. He needed to take away Devon's most prized possession. His manhood. He knew just who to call. His daughter, Donna Mulligan Foxworth. Also known as Mistress Mulligan. Owner and operator of the Peachtree Training Center. She made sex slaves out of men and women for the very rich. She was the best in the business. Bill only wanted the best for Devon. Donna had known Gran all her life. She called her Nana. In the Southern tradition, the black servant acted as surrogate mothers for the children of the rich, so the white moms could play in Society. Donna loved her Nana. Sometimes more than her own parents. She had also seen Gloria grow up. They were close friends. She would enjoy fixing Devon. Devon had kept a low profile since all of Iceman's men started to wind up dead. Then his started to turn up missing or dead. Soon he was the only one left. Ten days after Iceman's mutilated body was found, Devon was sitting in his apartment brooding. How had things gotten so out of hand? Devon heard a noise outside his door and reached for his Bulldog 44 magnum. Before he could pick it up a blast went off and the door came flying into the room. Then there was another boom. He felt disorientated and his ears were ringing. Stun grenade. Four men all dressed in black with black hoods rushed into the room. They were carrying H&K MP5 machine guns. All were silenced. All were pointed at him. One of the voices said to him, "Alright home boy. We can do this easy or hard its up to you. But if you blink hard your dead meat." Devon was careful not to blink. He had the feeling that this guy wanted an excuse to kill him. "Very smart there homey. You're fixing to take a long ride. Stick out your arm." Devon hesitated. What was this crazy fucker up to? "That wasn't a request. Stick out your arm or old Joey here will blow your left kneecap off. Now!" He ordered. Devon stuck out his arm. Before he could react the needle entered his arm. He felt disoriented and his mouth was dry. His eyelids became heavy. That's the last thing he remembered. He didn't know it but this was the last second of his old life. CHAPTER 6 A NEW BEGINNING Devon awoke in a cold dark damp room. He was naked. He started hollering. Before he got two sentences out bright strobe lights came on, flashing red and blue then white. Then he heard the rush of water. Water rushed at him from all four walls. Cold, swampy smelling water. The water kept coming. It was now up to his waist. Soon to his shoulders. Up to his neck. He tried treading water, but swimming was not his strong suite. Soon he was underwater. His lungs began to burn. His vision became cloudy. Suddenly as quick as it started, it stopped. The lights went out and the water level dropped. Soon it was all gone except the dampness on the walls. Devon lay on the floor and tried to catch his breath. Now he began to feel the cold. Soon he was cold to his bones. He lay on the floor shivering. It only seemed like seconds, but it was an hour, it started again. Flashing strobe lights. Then the rush of water. He was drowning again. He wondered if it was worth trying. But Devon hadn't gotten where he had been by giving up. He was a fighter. The cycle repeated itself over and over. It seemed that it came sooner and sooner. The flash of light and the rush of water soon became something he feared. Over and over. A never-ending cycle. After what seemed weeks Devon heard a door open. In walked two large men each wearing black leather pants and a pair of knee high laced leather boots. They looked at him like he was a cockroach. Behind them stood a tall woman with waist length auburn hair and a shapely body. She was also dressed in black leather boots and a black leather bustier. Devon recognized her. It was Foxworth's daughter, who used to be his son. That faggot assed bitch. Was she behind all this? He just couldn't resist a smart assed comment. "If it ain't old faggot assed Donnie Foxworth. You turned out to be a cute chickie. You still got a dick or did they cut it off. Those titties real bitch? Why don't you give me a blowjob. I bet you do that real well I bet." Cracked Devon. She looked at him with cold eyes. Not speaking, just staring like he was an animal in a cage at the zoo. She finally spoke. "You through now? Got it all out of your system?" She walked toward him. He stood. Suddenly he saw a flash come from her hand. It hit him right in the balls. He fell to the floor unable to catch his breath. Suddenly all the water he had swallowed came out. He felt his bowels empty. Pain. Unlike anything else he had ever felt before. Mistress stood back. She pointed to the big men. She said, "Wash him off. I don't want to get shit on my new boots." They grabbed him under the arms and drug him to the corner. On of them produced a key and opened a hidden door. Out came an 11/2 inch fire hose. They left him in the corner and cut the hose on. Cold water struck him pinning him to the wall with its pressure. They finally cut it off. Picking him up under the arms again, they stood him in front of Mistress Mulligan. She ran her eyes up and down his body with a sneering look. Mistress said, "Not much to you is there. Lets get a few things straight. My name is Mistress Mulligan. The only reason you're not dead now is because I thought that would be too easy. "I want you to suffer the way Gloria did multiplied by a thousand. Your life will be a living hell until I decide to end it. You will never leave here alive. This is to be the place of your death. But you must earn that death first. If you're real good, we may make it clean and painless. Or you might end up like your pal Iceman Clark. In pieces all over the place. Dog or rat food. You're going to watch the tape of his death over and over. So many time that you'll see it in your sleep. Because of you and your greed and those stinking drugs my friend is gone. You will pay. Over and over." Devon caught the last part. "Gloria is dead? No! She can't be. She can't be. I'm the one that was supposed to die. She is the one who's supposed to become a teacher, marry, and raise a family. I was supposed to die. Not her. Not her." Tears poured from his eyes like the water from the fire hose. He felt his spirit leave him. He had nothing left. Gloria was the only right thing in his life. Devon gave up. Mistress Mulligan watched his face. The looks of sorrow, dejection, then defeat crossed his face. Mistress had seen it many times in her work. He was broken. There was no spirit in him. Devon was a shell. Mistress was surprised. Her Nana said that Devon and Gloria were close but she hadn't believed it. Now she wasn't so sure. He was taking this very hard. He looked her in the eye. Devon told her, "There is nothing you can do to me that will torture me any more than having Gloria's blood on my hands. Her and Gran were the only good things in my life. Without Gloria, I'm already dead. So do as you please. It really doesn't matter any more." Mistress decided a change of plan might be necessary. She needed to evaluate this new information. One thing she was the best at was adapting to new situations. Time for a new plan. She told the guards. "Take him to room 357. Bed him down for the night. I want him secured to the bed and watched closely. Get Dr. Morgan to sedate him. I'll deal with him later. Now." The guards looked somewhat surprised at their orders but knew better than to question the Mistress's orders. That was cause to be sent to the punishment cell. Devon awoke later, unaware of how he got here. He was tied to the bed with soft leather cuffs. He felt a catheter in his dick and what felt like a ball gag in his mouth. The memory of Gloria's death hit him. The tears started again. He felt weak and unmanly. He realized he really didn't care. Life was over. Gloria was gone. CHAPTER 7 A NEW PLAN Donna Mulligan spoke to her business partner and best friend Becky Thompson. "This is the first time in my career I'm at a loss. I have no idea how to proceed with Devon. I could continue on with what I planned. But it would be like pulling the wings off a fly. Really, just going through the motions. He's about at the four to six month stage, after hours and hours of training and a ton of drugs. Hell, You saw the video. What the hell am I going to do?" asked Donna. Becky looked thoughtful. She had flashbacks to her own initiation. She said, "There are some parallels to my situation. I knew I was guilty, but was unable or unwilling to admit it to myself. Devon knows what he did, knows it was his fault and accepts responsibility. I think you should build on that. His manhood is already gone. That was the object of the exercise. He told you straight up that nothing you could do to him that could be worse than Gloria's blood on his hands. Make him into something useful like you did me. It might take years but in the end it would be worth it. Give him back to his Grandmother as a new person. Maybe a new Gloria. Didn't you say that Gloria was a twin? "Yeah her sister named Anita died at birth." Said Donna Mistress smiled. "Damn, You really are a genius. That's it. Devon will become Anita. Gloria and he have the same general build, almost the same bone structure. Almost the same height. Yeah." Two hours later Mistress entered Devon's room. She looked at him as he lay sobbing on the bed. She had told the doctor not to resedate him. She wanted him fully aware of what she was saying. "Alright Pussy-boy. Stop crying and listen. I had to come up with a different plan for you. The original plan was to take your manhood. But it looks like you don't have any to take. Your nothing but a crying bitch. So were going to make you into a bitch. Tomorrow we start bitch training. I expect you to do everything you are told without question. You are still a vile worthless piece of shit. Be careful. Be very careful. Because one false move and its back to the old plan. Understand?" "Yes, I understand." He said. Adding "Mistress." And so it began. The death of Devon and the birth of Anita. It wasn't without it's rough spots. Sometimes in the beginning the old Devon would try to surface. But he was quickly driven back. The final piece of the puzzle fell into place when he saw his face in the mirror after his last plastic surgery. In the mirror he saw Gloria. The last remains of Devon died. A new woman was born. Now four years later, Anita sighed. There were days when she still missed her cousin. But most of the time she felt the spirit of Gloria still walked with her. She worked very hard to make that spirit proud. Anita looked forward to this meeting with her Gran with anticipation and some dread. What if her Gran still couldn't forgive her? What if she resented her having Gloria face and voice? What if she hated her? Could Anita blame her? In all honesty to herself, she couldn't. After all this time she had not forgiven herself. CHAPTER 8 A SURPRISE VISITOR Anita worked hard that morning trying to keep her anxiety in check. She wasn't totally successful. She felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff and it was up to the wind to decide whether she fell off or not. Her phone rang about 11:30 am. It was the guard informing her that the visitor she was expecting, was at the gate, and being directed to the front of the mansion. Anita rang the Mistress's office and Becky and informed them of her Grandmother's arrival. She then left her office and headed for the front door. Upon her arrival at the front door the black limousine pulled up. A small light skinned African-American woman stepped out. Anita gasped. Gran looked so much older than before. Like she wore all the years on her shoulders. Her hair that had been just turning gray was now snow white. Her once proud erect carriage was now slumped, her shoulders rounded. She had the look of someone carrying a heavy burden in her heart. Gran looked up and saw Anita. She gasped. Anita ran to her Grandmother. But before she could reach her another figure stepped out of the car. It was like looking in the mirror. It was Gloria. A ghost from the past. Anita felt the world spin. She felt herself falling, but could do nothing to stop it. She was headed for the ground. Suddenly her fall stopped. Strong arms held her. She recognized the scent. She looked up it was Gunny. Anita looked up into those warm brown eyes. They were filled with concern and something else. Want. Raw need. She tried to stand. Gunny held on to her tightly. He asked, "You okay? Take it nice and slow. I guess you've had a shock?" Anita felt a soft hand on her arm. It was Gloria. "You okay Anita? You looked surprised to see me." Asked Gloria. Anita could only shake her head. It was still spinning. "You're dead! You died four years ago! Mistress told me you died from your injuries." Gasped Anita. Mistress Mulligan spoke. "Let's all go inside to the Parlor and we'll discuss this." As the group headed for the house Gloria put her arms around Anita hugging her tightly. "God its great to see my sister again. I've missed you so much." She said. Anita was too shocked to speak. She just hugged Gloria back. After they all got to the Parlor, Mistress got down on her knees in front of Anita. "I guess I need to explain, Anita." She said. Anita nodded. "When Devon was bought here four years ago, I was really pissed at him. He had caused a dear friend to be injured and abused. I wanted revenge. I was determined to use every dirty trick I knew or could think of to torture Devon. To break him down, to take his manhood. "But after I told Devon that Gloria was gone, He fell apart. Totally fell apart. Devon was a broken man. All the things I had planned for him weren't going to work." Mistress continued, "Becky and I discussed it and decided carrying on with the original plan was like pulling the wings off a fly. So we decided to make Devon, into Gloria's twin sister Anita. And instead of destroying her we would try to turn her into a useful person. Maybe a replacement for Gloria, who we thought wasn't going to survive. At least her mind. "So that's how Anita was born. "And after about 18 months of treatment, Gloria recovered. We were all surprised. But she's made a full recovery. She just finished college and got her teaching certificate. We had all forgotten what a fighter she was. "We decided that telling you anything different might slow your progress. So we let you go on thinking Gloria was dead. It was a hard decision, but one not made without much thought. Gloria and Nana were consulted. "The consensus was that Devon wasn't worth saving. But Anita was. And if you look where Devon was heading, versus how far Anita has come and where she is heading, there was really no question." Mistress said. Anita blinked and looked at the people in the room. What Mistress had said was true. Devon was on a one way trip to nowhere. Anita had a future filled with hope and accomplishment. Looking at Gunny, maybe love. He didn't seem to be upset that she had once been a man. But he didn't know about the surprise in his panties. Time would tell. She decided one thing, No more being a coward. If her sister could survive what she went through. Then the least Anita could do was to fight for her future happiness. Gunny had better look out! Anita looked into Donna's eyes. She saw worry and concern there. She smiled at her former Mistress now her friend. Her savior. "Thank you Donna for all you have done for me. I know I used to be a worthless piece of trash. But with your help I've made something of myself. I'm now a useful individual. For that you'll always have my loyalty and my love." Said Anita. Mistress with tears in her eyes hugged Anita. In a second her sister and her Gran were next to her smiling. Gran looked like years had been erased from her. Gran said, "Gloria and I were so scared that you would hate us for what was done to you. But we knew the way Devon was going that we were going to lose him soon any way. So it was a tossup. I'm just glad you understood." "I love you Gran. You and Gloria have always been the only good things in my life. I was afraid that Gloria's death would make you hate me. That you could never forgive me." Said Anita. Anita turned to her twin sister. "Will you ever forgive me for causing you all that pain? I love you so much!" Gloria smiled at her and said, "It's nothing I ever want to go through again, and if I could have avoided it, I would have. But in many ways it made me a better more understanding person. I'm also a lot more open about many things. I love you too sis." Mistress said, "We got a little ahead of ourselves here. Let me introduce everyone." She hugged Gloria and her Nana. "This is my adopted little sister, Gloria. This wonderful lady here is my Nana. She is Gloria and Anita's Grandmother. She had more to do with raising me than my parents did." And she pointed to the men. "This fellow " pointing to Andrew. "Is Andrew Summer. He is the head of Foxworth Group. He is also Becky's main squeeze." She then walked over to Jay and they put their arms around each other. "And of course you know Jay Edwards. The man I used to hate more than anyone in the world does who I'm now absolutely crazy in love with." Nana smiled at Jay and came into his hug. She kissed him on the cheek. "Yes, I know this old sorry rascal. He mooched cookies in my kitchen for many years. I'm so pleased to see you together again. I knew there was always something special between you two. Your split broke my heart." Said Nana. She then looked at Gunny Richardson up and down Donna said, "This big old guy here is Gunny Richardson. He is our resident Marine. He is the assistant operations manager for the Group. Who we think may have the hots for Anita. Only time will tell." Nana smiled and said, "You are a big one aren't you. We'll have to get to know each other better if you have designs on my granddaughter. Least you have a good job any way. And if Jay thinks you're alright, then you might do." Gunny gasped. He felt the heat in his face. Donna was laughing. "I've never seen a black man turn red before. I bet we could fry eggs on your face." Anita walked over wrapping her arm around Gunny's waist, surprising him to no end. She remarked, "Y'all leave my man alone. I need to finish reeling him in before y'all run him off. I hadn't had time to even get him in my bed yet." Gunny had a look of shear amazement on his face. Where had that come from? Anita wouldn't even stay in his room to talk last night. Now she was talking about him being her man and taking him to bed. Maybe it was the shock of knowing her sister/cousin was still alive. And he wasn't sure how he felt about Anita being a man at one time. Just what did she have in those panties? Just thinking about it made him grow erect. Anita looked him in the eye and winked. She also felt his hard-on press into her derri?re. It felt in proportion to the man it was attached to. She felt a stirring in he loins. But the harness that she had worn for the last four years kept it out of sight. Mistress said, "Lunch is ready. Let's go eat." Lunch was a loud and lively affair. Everyone talking and laughing. And the ones new to each other becoming aquatinted. The twins also got to learn things about each other. But there would be many hours of sharing with each other to come. CHAPTER 9 ANITA'S SURPRISE After lunch, the sisters went to Gloria's room to catch up on things. It had been four years and a lot had happened to both of them. They had a lot of stories to trade. Gloria asked Anita, "Was it really that bad for you? When I recovered enough to understand what was happening to you, I was very upset. The thought of your beautiful body and handsome face being altered forever made me very sad. And the loss of that fine tool between your legs was even worse." Anita looked shocked. "I never knew you saw my cock before. I thought I was always careful not to expose myself to you. You were always my innocent little cousin. That bastard Iceman said you were a virgin!" Gloria laughed. "I was a pussy virgin. I was saving that part of me. But I loved giving head and taking it up the ass. How do you think I kept all those boyfriends and never got knocked up?" Anita asked, "Who were you saving yourself for? Your future husband?" Gloria looked her in the eye, "NO. I was saving it for you. I wanted you to make me a real woman. Not those assholes in that warehouse. Now I've lost my chance to ever have that big dick inside of me. What a loss." Anita laughed. "Wanna bet? Let me show you something." She stood up and removed her dress. Then the bra. Then finally her white satin panties. All Gloria could see was a black leather harness. Anita then reached behind her and undid a snap. Gloria gasped. "No way!" Out popped the biggest cock Gloria had ever seen! It had to be at least 14 inches long and four inches around. It had a large purple head and big throbbing veins running down the sides. Anita laughed. "This is the one way that we aren't twins. Unless you had some serious work done." Gloria almost passed out. She couldn't breathe. Anita asked concerned, "You okay sis. I didn't mean to make you go into shock. And we don't have to do anything together. I was giving you an option." Gloria caught he breath and laughed. "Damn that is a surprise." As she reached out to grasp her sisters throbbing member. "And as for not doing any thing you must be crazy. I'm about the biggest cockhound in town! That was one byproduct of my ordeal with Iceman. I can't get enough dick. I have this itch that needs to be scratched. Only a big cock will reach it. I believe yours might just scratch it good enough." Gloria threw her clothes off and pulled her almost identical twin down to the bed. She took the big head between her lips and ran her tongue round and round. Then up and down the sides. Slow licking and nipping at the monster cock in her hands. Slowly stroking it as she worked her mouth all over it. Anita lying on her back, pulled her sister into the 69 position. She slowly ran her tongue up and down he soft bare slit. She noticed that the rings in her cunt lips were gone but the one through her clit was still there. She thought, 'I don't have time to worry about that now. All I want to do is eat this beautiful pussy.' Gloria's juices tasted like honey. So warm and sweet. It seemed like pints and pints of juice were pouring out of her slit. And she hadn't even orgasmed yet. Gloria kept her work out on that massive cock going. She put the head into her mouth and began to take in. Inch by glorious inch. Soon she could feel it pushing at the entrance of her throat. She swallowed and took in. More and more. She felt like it was in her stomach. She also felt Anita working on her soggy pussy. Damn that girl must have a nine-inch tongue. It felt like it was in her about half a mile. It was so goood. She hit all the right spots and some Gloria didn't even know about. She had her cunt lapped by the best Lesbians in town but nothing could compare to what her sister was doing now! Anita worked her tongue deep into her sister's pussy. She loved the feel of her tongue over the clit ring. Every time she hit it with her tongue quarts of juice would pour out of he sister's sweet snatch. She was one juicy bitch. Gloria finally got the whole thing down her throat. She could feel her nose against Anita's groin. But where were her balls? They had to be somewhere for her dick to be able to get hard. Worry about that later. She began to work that horse cock in and out of her throat using those muscles to milk it. She felt Anita start to arch her back. It seemed impossible, but her dick became wider and longer. At the same time Gloria felt her self-reach the point right before orgasm. She usually could hold there for awhile. But with that artist eating her pussy, she was having a hard time maintaining control. Anita found herself starting to cum. She felt her dick swell. It felt harder and longer then ever before. Her twin was a master cocksucker. She felt the cum rushing to the head. Anita shivered. It was so good that it was like someone running an ice cube down her spine. Oh lord. Gloria felt the massive load of sperm enter her stomach. It felt like gallons. She eased the monster prick from her throat and kept it in her mouth. She wanted to taste that goodness. It was like a thick creamy vanilla milkshake. She swallowed. Never losing a drop of that wonderful protein. Gloria then felt herself slip over the edge. It was like a fall into the Grand Canyon. It went on and on... She felt her self go deeper and deeper into the wonderful sensation, feeling light as a feather and free as a bird in flight. Then landing on a pile of feather pillows as high as a water tower. She felt warm and safe and loved for the first since her ordeal with Iceman. She was finally all the way back home. Anita felt her self let loose a huge load of cum. Her sister just kept sucking. Finally that massive hose stopped spurting its rich cream. She fell exhausted. She pulled her sister to he side and hugged her. Too tired to lick the remains of her cum from her sister's face as was her custom. "Was that okay sis?" Asked Anita "Well it will do for now, but I want that big dick in my pussy. I can feel it tickling my tonsils now!" answered Gloria Anita laughed, "You'll have to give me a few minutes to recharge. You just drained me dry." Gloria asked, "What's the deal with you and that gorgeous Gunny? He is totally yummy. I'd let him drop a load in my tummy." Anita answered, "He wanted me last night but I was afraid. I didn't know how he would react to my package. So I left and went to my room alone. I had to jack off three times before I could sleep." "What a dumb bitch you are! You let that gorgeous hunk of man get away? He is so fine!" said Gloria "Well I plan on fixing that tonight. I'm gonna fuck his brains out! I found out that he loves girls like me. In fact that is his preference." Said Anita "How did you find that out?" asked Gloria "Becky found out from Andrew. Seems like when they were in Singapore together on leave. He said he saw Gunny with this beautiful Chinese girl. He was taking her up to his room. They got an emergency recall order. Andy went to Gunny's room because the phone was off the hook. He knocked on the door, and when Gunny answered, he could see the chick. She had nice boobs, but a five-inch dick. They were in too big of a hurry to discuss it. "Later Gunny admitted he liked his women like that. He said he'd appreciate if Andy kept it too himself. Being that Gunny had just saved Andy's life, he kept his mouth shut. And after his experience with Donna, he was a lot more broad minded. "Becky asked Andy about it for me. I had admitted this morning about being scared of Gunny's reaction. Becky and I are built the same way." Said Anita Gloria's eyes got big. "You're shitting me! No way that good looking chick has a dick!" Anita laughed, "Look at me. Who would think I had this 14 incher in my panties? Her's is almost as big as mine." "Damn you're right. You sure don't look like a guy anymore. I'm glad you didn't lose your cock. I'm ready for it now." Said Gloria Anita's big tool had returned to its full size. Gloria was slowly stroking it. Up and down. It seemed to grow even bigger. Precum started to drip from the head. Anita told her twin, "Lay back and spread 'em. I am fixing to stretch that pussy out of shape. Let me know if I need to slow down." She pushed the big mushroom size head into Gloria's cunt. Slow and easy. Soon the whole head was inside. Gloria moaned, "God it's so big! Push that baby in! Fill me with your big cock! I need it. Scratch that itch in my pussy." Anita started a faster rhythm. More and more of her cock entered that sweet pussy. After all her experience she was still fairly tight. Or maybe because Anita was so big! As more of that jumbo cock entered her pussy, the more Gloria wanted. She swore that she could fell the pulsing veins in the sides of that monster. Anita finally got it all in. She began pulling it out a little at a time, then pushing it back in all the way. She began to pull more out, then shoving it back into that quivering slit. Gloria began to moan, then scream. Orgasm after orgasm hit her. She could feel the blood pounding in her head. She was filled with new sensations. She thought she had been fucked before. But it was never like this. Gloria felt that telephone pole in her cunt swell. She felt the cum enter her stretched box. Anita felt the cum shooting out of her cock. It felt like her insides were pouring out through her dick. But it was so good! The two twins pulled apart and lay on their backs. Semen poured out of Gloria's stretched hole. After they had recovered, Gloria asked Anita, "Where are your balls? I know you have to have some to make all that juice." Anita laughed, "Mistress had them surgically implanted in my groin. It makes it easier to hide the equipment. But when I woke up and saw them missing I figured Mistress had me castrated. She later told me where they went." "Why did you have all the other piercing removed but left the one in your clit?" Asked Anita Gloria answered, "They were scared to remove it. They thought that it might cause damage to the nerves. The other holes in my nipples are still there. I wear nipple rings sometimes. But they make my nipples stick out and I'm supposed to be an old maid schoolteacher. Can't spoil the image." "Yeah right. Old maid school teacher my butt. You're about the sexist woman I've seen." Said Anita "When I'm in town I wear modest clothes and watch how I behave. I don't want to embarrass Gran. She's been through enough. She's just getting over a double mascotomy. All that chemo and radiation took a toll. Her hair just started growing back." Answered Gloria "My God! I didn't know. No one told me she had been sick. I would have done anything to be with her. No pain would've been too much. I owe that woman everything." Exclaimed Anita "That's why you weren't told. You were making such progress that Gran didn't want that interrupted. I was still recovering when they found the lumps. She didn't tell me either till after the surgery. The Foxworth's took care of everything. The best surgeons, oncologist, plastic surgeons, round the clock nurses and a maid to take care of the house. First class all the way. She wanted for nothing. "I was able to come home soon after. Gran and I recovered together. She helped me through some rough spots. Made me understand that it wasn't my fault and that I had nothing to be sorry for. She encouraged me to finish my dream and become an educator. She pushed, shoved, and harassed me into getting my degree, and passing the certification exam. I teach at St. Mary's on the Hill Catholic School. Third Grade. I love it and the children." Anita smiled. "My sister the old maid school teacher." "I'm glad you're doing okay now. But mostly I'm glad you're not dead or in some asylum." Anita said Gloria laughed, "No happier than I am. Life is good. Not exactly what I dreamed of, but better than dead!" The two sisters got off the bed and into the shower. Dinner would be soon. CHAPTER 10 GUNNY'S NIGHT TO REMEMBER. Dinner that night was a fun and lively affair. The conversation was light. The teasing was heavy. Gunny kept looking at the twins. He was surprised how alike they looked, even though they weren't really twins. They