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Parallelalities Author Notes by Bill Hart The four stories coprising Parallelalities is an experiment of sorts. Each of the first three stories was sketcked out in four parts, with two of those parts making up roughly half of each of the two parts of each story. Story 1, part 1 was sketched out first. It was then copied and used as a baseline sketch for Story 2, part 1. Story 1, part 2 was then sketched out, copied, and used as a baseline for Story 2, part 2. I then decided to add a third story. I used Story 1, part 1 and Story 2, part 2 as baselines for Story 3, parts 1 and 2. Parts 3 and 4 were sketched out across all three stories in a similar manner. Each story was then written in turn, resulting in: Parallelalities - Take One Parallelalities - Take Two Parallelalities - Take Three All three stories revolve about the same characters and pretty much the same basic premise. They just go off in different directions. And then all three stories (basically parts 1 of each post) were combined into one. New transistions were written, part 4 of one of the stories was used as a baseline, and a new ending was added. The result was: Parallelalities - The Serial Take The stories also use the same magical spells (more or less); however, I've encrypted the spell texts with character substitutions as I did in one of my earlier stories. This substitution is a little different. 1. Not all 26 letters of the English alphabet were assigned different substitutions. Among others, I left a "Y" a "Y" and a "J" a "J" 2. A set of digrams (two letter combinations) were substituted by other digrams, which do not match their single letter substitution. For example, "ST" became "TH" and vice versa. Oddly, in this substitution scheme, "FATHER" --> "SISTER" and "SISTER" --> "FATHER". It obviously didn't work the same way for mother and brother. 3. Plurals ending in an "S", left the "S" unchanged. 4. Third person singular verbs ending in "S" left the "S" unchanged. 5. Proper name of my characters were left unchanged, but other proper names used were. Whether or not any of this really works, I'll leave to the readers to decide. The standard disclaimers apply to this work. It is a work (or works) of fiction copyrighted by the author. Permission is granted to repost these stories on free sites, provided no textual changes are made. Bill Parallelalities - Take One (Part 1 of Take 1) by Bill Hart Randy stared at the television listing with total disgust. He simply couldn't believe all the crap that was being put out on the six-foot screen. And it wasn't from just the six over-the-air networks either. Even his recently expanded digital cable system had absolutely nothing he considered worth watching on any of its over two hundred channels. It was going to be a hell of a night. This was one of those nights - a dull one with no television to watch - that almost made Randy wish he'd made up with his girlfriend Julie Thomas. Although he doubted Julie would believe him, he really missed her, in spite of her incessant whining and moaning. Julie's current pet peeve - she always seemed to have at least one - was how much television Randy watched. Of late, she was continually telling him that he should broaden himself. She wanted him to watch less television and read more books. And no matter what else might be bothering her, she always complained that he never took her anywhere. "What a load of bull," mumbled Randy. After all, it had been just six weeks ago that he'd taken her to the taping - with those free tickets someone had sent him through the mail - of one of his favorite shows. Randy wondered how Julie could say he never took her anywhere. But he'd still tried to mollify her. In his attempt to convince her that he was actually paying attention to what she was harping, Randy had gone out alone and bought this really big and incredibly ancient tome - no one would ever think of using the mere word 'book' to describe it. The tome was massive. And it was, according to the strange old man with the snow white beard from whom he'd bought it, full of magic spells. But even though Randy knew Julie had always been into magic, as well as other kinds of weird stuff, he'd only read the first few pages before quickly losing interest. However, the more truthful reality of the situation was simply that Randy always found more than enough interesting reading material in the current issue of TV Guide. But Randy also realized that tonight - with nothing but total crap on seemingly every channel - would have been the perfect night to try convincing Julie he wasn't the totally engrossed couch potato she continually insisted he was. But it was still probably too late to call her. He wouldn't have thought it unusual if Julie and several of her girl friends were already at the mall. Besides she made no bones about telling anyone how much it annoyed her being called by anyone at the last minute. "Girls can be such a pain sometimes," he mumbled. "Sometimes I just wish I had some viable alternative to dating girls?" "Maybe I should go to a movie," he mused sullenly. "Naw, that would never work. I hate going to movies alone. Even if I went to the video rental place down the street, a movie would probably cost far more than I'd want to spend to see it." And then Randy had an idea. He mumbled to himself, "Maybe one of my neighbors has something interesting they'll let me borrow." Randy knew that wasn't very likely - most of his neighbors had the crappiest taste in movies imaginable - but there was always the highly unlikely possibility one of them might surprise him for once. As he neared the door, Randy heard several blaring sirens from outside. Oddly, they all sounded very close - he'd always marveled at the unusual acoustics of his apartment. The seeming proximity of the sirens made Randy wonder if he should even make the attempt to go outside at all. However, for the entire past decade that he lived in this apartment, this had always been among the safest neighborhoods in town. There had never been any big problems here, which meant Randy had no real reasons for imagining he have any problems simply going over to ask one of the neighbors about borrowing a movie. Besides, his apartment was situated on the second floor of the complex, which meant those sirens couldn't possibly be as close as they sounded. Randy opened the door. But before he could set one foot outside his apartment, an oddly disheveled man he didn't recognize quickly shoved Randy back inside. "Thank you very much for inviting me inside, Randy Taylor," grinned the odd stranger. "I didn't invite you in and you know it, you goddamn fucker," snarled Randy in furious response. He glared angrily at the man. "And just how the hell do you know my name anyway? I don't have the slightest idea who you are." The stranger grinned back. "It was an implied invitation," he replied calmly. "After all, you opened door just as I began knocking on it. It was most fortuitous. What else but an invitation could that have been? I've been watching you for quite a while now, you know. I've learned many things about you. And I now know a great many more things about you, Randy." "That's total bullshit and you know it," snapped Randy. "I've never once seen you watching me. How the hell can you know anything about me? As far as I can tell, you're just some totally fucked up perverted little jerkoff trying to shake me down for some unknown reason. I don't have the slightest idea who the fuck you are." "All names by which we are currently known are at best unimportant, as well as potentially circumspect, at this moment, Randy. Besides, you'd never be able to correctly pronounce my true name anyway, as you lack the ability to vocalize it properly. And I learn very quickly. Simply as a result of touching you when I entered, whatever you had knowledge of, I now also know." The unknown man perused Randy's apartment, then smiled. "This apartment will be just perfect for me. I really think I'm going to enjoy living here." "You must be crazier than a loon," snarled Randy. "I'm not looking for a roommate. Even if I were, it sure as hell wouldn't be someone like you. I'd have to be damned before I'd let you move in here with me tonight." "It shouldn't have to come to that," grinned the stranger. "First of all, I'm afraid you've misunderstood my intentions somewhat. I'm not moving in tonight, Randy. The simple truth is I've been living here for the past ten years." "Like hell you have, asshole. I've been living here for the past ten years. And I've always lived alone. Just ask anyone in the complex." "That's precisely what I meant," replied the stranger. "And that's one of the biggest reasons why both you and this place are so perfect for me. It definitely doesn't hurt that you've always been such a total pain in the ass to nearly all the people you know." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "In your rather quaint vernacular, I'm just a guy, such as I currently am, on the lam. I need a place just like this one where I can lie low and hide for the next several years." "Who are you running from? And just what the hell has that to do with me anyway?" asked Randy. "I'm not about to get into trouble for harboring some insane fugitive I don't know and don't want to know." "Those who I currently run from are unimportant to you, Randy. All that really is important is I'm sick and tired of constantly running. As a result, I've decided to stop running all together. I'm simply going to utilize my mostly natural abilities to hide right here with you. What could possibly be better than hiding out in plain sight of those chasing after me?" "You're either crazy or totally spaced out. I'm betting on both." "I suppose it might seem that way to you," smiled the stranger, "but I'm certain you'll be very surprised by some of the things I can do." Randy made a slow, but deliberate, move towards the phone. "I think I'd better call the cops. I'm sure they'll bring along some nice folks wearing white coats, if I ask them." The disheveled man simply smiled over at Randy. "I don't think you want to call anyone, Randy. In fact, I think you want to go over to that chair, sit down, and be quiet." And Randy, to his great surprise, did exactly what he'd been told. "You should also be aware that your law officers would have been of little real help to you, Randy. At least, not against me, as well as most people from my dimension." Randy wanted to complain about the way he was being treated, but he couldn't speak. And when he decided to stand up, his muscles wouldn't oblige him. "I suppose I should explain a few things to you," said the stranger. "I'm actually a shapeshifter from a world in a parallel dimension to yours, Randy. And, if you won't mind me bragging about myself, I'm one of the very best there is. There is no one - not even those among the cleverest of my home world - who would be able to tell this shape isn't my true form, unless I allowed it. But unfortunately, I'm not totally infallible. I've apparently left a few too many clues to my arrival in this world. Those seeking me know I'm here somewhere." A real nutcase, thought Randy. Even as the stranger approached him, Randy once again tried to stand and once more found he couldn't move. Randy still couldn't utter a word of protest when the stranger placed a cold clammy hand on his forehead. After a moment of intense concentration, the man slowly removed his hand from Randy's forehead. A very stunned, completely mute, and totally immobile captive could do nothing but stare questioningly at the changes in his captor's appearance. "How do you like this new look for me, Randy," smiled a now very familiar face. "We could be brothers now, you know. Haven't you ever wondered what it would be like having an identical twin brother?" Randy slowly shook his head, surprised that he could move. But when he tried to stand, his muscles still wouldn't respond. "Neither have I quite truthfully," replied the man. "Besides, it would be extremely difficult explaining the sudden existence of your twin brother when everyone knows you don't have one. And I just don't have anywhere near the power necessary to affect reality on a large enough scale to make it true without putting myself at risk of detection and capture." Randy's new twin smiled at him oddly. "But look on the bright side, as I appear now, I'm completely safe from anyone who might come looking for the real me. I've now lived here for the past ten years and everyone here knows me." Randy stared with nervous disbelief at the strange man who had somehow become his identical twin. He clearly didn't like where any of this seemed to be heading. If this stranger's intention was - impossible as it seemed to be - taking over his life, then what the hell was he planning on doing with him? "I'll bet you're wondering what I'm going to do with you," said the man unexpectedly. "Aren't you?" Randy's glare turned into one showing surprise. "You really shouldn't be all that surprised," smiled his new twin. "Although I'm only fully telepathic with someone that I'm in direct contact with, wondering about your status seemed a more than logical assumption for someone in your current superfluous position to be thinking. If I were you - and I am you now - it's something I would have started wondering about by now." Apparently quite pleased with himself, the stranger now wearing Randy's face and form carefully examined his new identical twin. "You shouldn't worry about what's about to happen to you, Randy. As you are, you're redundant. You won't be physically harmed in any way. I might be a thief and hunted man in my world, but I'm not really an evil one." Randy just sat there staring at his twin. Although he kept trying as hard as he could, he just couldn't do anything else. After reaching into his pocket, the stranger brought forth a ruby-colored crystal the size of a pebble. With an unreadable smile, he showed the gem to Randy. "I need you to look at this pretty gemstone, Randy. It's an ancient artifact from my world, as well as a major reason they've come looking for me. It's quite beautiful; isn't it?" Randy nodded - again surprised about being able to move - in spite of his determination to never respond to any question his new twin asked. At the same time, Randy couldn't take his eyes off the stone being held in front of him. And he never flinched when the gem suddenly began glowing dully. "I'm sure you must have realized that having two identical Randy's around would cause us many problems. Using this gem as I plan on using it now is forbidden in my world, but we're in your world, not mine. But in using it in the proscribed manner, I can easily resolve our little problem. Through this gem I can focus my shapeshifter's power making it possible for me to affect someone or something else. That will permit me to make some more reasonable allowances for our current untenable situation. Just continue looking at this pretty bauble, Randy. It really won't hurt you a bit." "Chithap surn dike lait, Nuht du ste flice if plirbet, Cirds us laf guty muv nihe, Ihder imum du ler senihe cair." Although Randy could still neither speak nor move, he definitely felt like screaming. Although there was no pain, Randy still had no clear idea what the stranger was doing to him, past whatever was plainly obvious. And as odd as he continued feeling and with everything he'd already seen the stranger do, there was no way he could deny that the body in which he'd lived his entire life was apparently undergoing a change into someone or possibly something else. But whatever was currently being done to him also ran contrary to everything he'd ever known and believed. Who or what would he be when this was all over? Other than not looking like Randy Taylor, he had no idea. He still couldn't move a muscle. Nor could he speak. But one thing was certain, Randy sure as hell didn't like the way his body kept tingling all over. And then, even though Randy continued feeling very peculiar, the disturbing and inexplicable tingling sensations abruptly ceased. Even though Randy still couldn't speak or move, he could somehow sense the stranger's presence as he walked in a circle about the chair in which Randy was seated. Apparently the stranger was appraising whatever he'd done to him. And whenever Randy saw his twin's face, he was less than overjoyed by the unquestionably odd glint he saw in his eyes. "Not too bad at all," smiled the stranger. "I think only a little fine-tuning adjustment will be necessary." Adjustment? What did he mean by adjustment? What the hell had he done that still required any kind of adjustment be made? Once more, the stranger now wearing Randy's face placed the gem in front of Randy's eyes. "Just look deeply into this gem again." And Randy, just as he'd been told, stared deeply into the gem. Of course, it wasn't as if he really had another choice. "Viath phan, lacs vatem, Puhur us liar form buhtem ghumte, Fahkem dretzes du yoor viath siff, Urgs if ghoe if ste zhy, Greiths du sardy-soor tooghe-Tai emlimpet, Geiody du rawih ste busnetz Islrutade, Gy nem ge tefaret, Gy vunem ge emwaet." Randy felt that odd tingling sensation once again spreading rapidly throughout his entire body. He really wished he had some clue about what was being done to him. And what kind of weird language was that man speaking anyway? Randy had never heard anything even remotely like it before. He began wondering if the stranger might have been telling him the truth when he'd said he came from a world in some parallel dimension. While Randy was lost in his thoughts, his obviously now former double was looking over the transformed Randy from top to bottom, from side to side, and from just about any angle he could. His curious actions infuriated Randy, who - if only he could move - would have enjoyed punching out the stranger. "I think this look is much better for you," he said with a curiously odd smile. Randy wondered what the stranger had meant by a better look. "I'm sure by now you've begun wondering exactly what I've done to you." After looking around the room, the stranger pointed the gem at the chair Julie's cousin Frank Mallory had given him last Christmas. Randy had never known why Frank had given it to him. And even though he'd never really liked the ghastly thing, he knew he was stuck with it. "Pliar ussemfawe du ny fabld Gepune muv ste soff-hembst imdakwe nassur If gehumbs du ste vadpl am Pluv Vhade." Obviously the stranger didn't care very much for the chair either. Randy wasn't certain what the man who now wore his former form had done, but he could easily see that the chair had vanished. It had been replaced by full-length mirror in an ornate antique frame. "Stand up. Go take a good look at your new self, Randy. I'm sure you'll be quite impressed with the changes I've made in you." Surprised that he could move again, Randy rose slowly from the chair. Something wasn't exactly right. His whole body felt stranger then he could ever remember. Feeling rather wobbly standing on his feet, he just felt awfully peculiar and totally out of sorts. Randy didn't need to see his reflection to realize his hair had somehow grown out to waist-length; he could feel his now long hair swishing across his back with each new step he took. From the increased weight now very noticeably hanging from his chest, Randy surmised he'd also grown a fairly sizable pair of female breasts. Neither did he have any great need or desire to explore his crotch for any verification of the obvious - his manhood had gone AWOL. But once he finally reached the mirror, Randy just stood there and stared at himself - or, he wondered, should he know be thinking of herself now - in the mirror. The image he saw reflected in the mirror was unbelievable, but even knowing how incredulous it was couldn't keep him from staring at his reflection. This girl - it was so hard thinking of her as actually being himself - was stunningly gorgeous. She had the bluest eyes and the most beautiful silky blonde hair he'd ever seen. In the back, her hair hung down to her waist. And in the front, her hair casually laid over her firm, rather bountiful full breasts. By Randy's quick estimation - just how he'd arrived at this figure he knew was unquestionably correct so rapidly was a mystery - the girl had a pair of 44DD breasts. As Randy continued staring at his altered image in the mirror, he soon realized, from the unfamiliar growing dampness of his newly transformed crotch, that if he were his own male self once again he'd probably be hard as a rock. Suddenly, an unwelcome thought entered Randy's mind. Nervously, he sought out the thief that now wore his former body. Although not completely surprised, he was nevertheless shocked and stunned at seeing the large and unmistakably familiar bulge at the stranger's crotch clearly straining to escape the confinement of his pants. "You wouldn't," whispered Randy. But after seeing his former face simply grin, he exclaimed, "Don't even think about doing that!" Randy was stunned by the voice that had escaped his lips. It was a soft dulcet voice simply oozing sex that, less than an hour earlier, he would have considered enticing. And now that sensuous voice was his. "Oh shit!" he swore in an equally sensual and arousing tone. And then, without warning, Randy passed out. * * * * * Parallelalities - Take 1 (Part 2 of Take 1) by Bill Hart * * * * * Randy moaned softly as his awareness gradually returned. When he finally decided on opening his eyes, he didn't believe he'd been out of it for very long. He was somewhat surprised at finding himself stretched out on his couch, particularly since he had no idea how he'd got there. As his exploring hands rapidly ran over his newly altered body, Randy was once more stunned by all the changes he discovered had been made in his body. "I thought everything that happened was just one bad nightmare," he muttered, even as he lightly fingered the sensitive nipples of his new large breasts. "You definitely haven't been asleep and dreaming any of this," replied the stranger, who was now using Randy's former male voice. "But I can understand why you might have thought so. I've heard many old rumors that imply changing someone's sex can often be a rather traumatic and disorienting experience." "Rumors? You've just heard some old fucking rumors," snarled Randy in his sexy voice. "Don't you know for certain what you've done?" "Of course I don't know past the rumors," replied the stranger. "In my world, changing someone's gender is something strictly forbidden. Besides, as a virile male of my world, I've never had any inclination nor any great desire to be a woman." "I've never had any desire to be a woman either, you asshole. But that didn't stop you from changing me into one anyway." "It was far better you became female than me, my dear," smiled the stranger. "Although I don't expect them to ever find me here, why should I tempt fate? I'm in enough hot water for taking this gem in the first place without adding an avoidable violation of a cultural taboo prohibiting sex changes to my list of alleged criminal activities." "But I don't understand. How can it be such a taboo? You certainly didn't hesitate in changing my gender." "What's not to understand, my dear. Clearly, my cultural taboos can't and don't apply to you, since you're of this world, not mine. From what I've been led to understand, these things happen all the time in your world and nobody ever complains." Randy stared at the man who had his male face. "You're nothing but a damn holier-than-thou, self-righteous, cultural bigot!" exclaimed Randy, as he, without a conscious thought, slipped his hands onto his new slimmer waist in an obvious show of feminine huff. "I'm sure you'll feel much better about yourself if you just go look at yourself in the mirror." "I've already seen what I look like. And I don't like it." However, even though Randy had no intention of doing what the stranger wanted, he nevertheless stood up and began walking towards the mirror. Oddly, his every step now just felt right. His every bodily movement - even the exaggerated swaying of his ass and hips - just felt, for lack of better words, totally and perfectly natural. "What the hell did you do to me after I fainted?" But before the stranger could answer his question, Randy arrived in front of the mirror. In disbelief, Randy stared at his reflection in the mirror. He didn't know exactly when it had happened or, for that matter, if it really mattered, but he was now clad in a short tight skirt with a matching skimpy top that very clearly highlighted his newly developed feminine endowments. "We really didn't have a lot of time to waste. Those seeking me are continually getting closer all the time - I can sense their presence. So while you slept, I simply used the gem to make your current physical state your natural one. The girl in the mirror is simply the girl who was meant to be." "What the hell are you talking about?" But even while he was trying very hard to object, Randy could feel his body becoming more and more aroused at the mere sight of this crafty shapeshifter who had stolen his true male form. Although his current appearance was decidedly female, Randy still knew who and what he truly was. Mentally, Randy was very annoyed with himself and the shapeshifter. But on a purely physical level, these new needs of his altered body were growing increasingly more and more demanding and insistent. And even worse for Randy's fragile psyche was that gradual fading from his mind that something might be somewhat unnatural in his being attracted to another guy. "You shouldn't fight these feelings, Randy. Going with the flow will prove the far easier direction for you." "Up yours, asshole!" "Then have it your way." And in the mirror, Randy saw the gem in the hand of the man he'd formerly been begin glowing once again. "Ateis thriy, stufe nihe tecird kwapk, Twun yoor namt ipdaums nimhy fliff site, Am derns senihe ihume fliff stai stimk, Umhy am ste senamame fliff stai geliwe." "What the hell did you do to me this time?" asked Randy nervously. Continuing to look in the mirror, Randy knew with absolute certainty that something had definitely been changed by the strange man's latest spell. And yet, whatever had changed wasn't immediately obvious. The only real problem Randy currently had was having no clear idea what that man could have possibly changed about her. Randy also began wondering why she'd been so worried and concerned about the clothes she was wearing. She knew they were tight, as well as revealing, but so what? Tight and form-fitting was the way she'd always liked her clothes. Wearing tight clothes always made her feel so incredibly sexy. And, given how guys always reacted around her, Randy believed they quite obviously made her look exceptionally hot. Randy also wondered why she'd been thinking that anything might be wrong or unnatural with her finding this young man, who had given her this incredibly sexy form, so damned attractive. After all, she was all woman and he was an awesomely cute guy. If he didn't find her attractive that would definitely be something unnatural. As far as Randy recalled, none of her tastes in people whose company she enjoyed had changed in the slightest. She still liked good-looking guys; she always had and always would. And the better looking they were, the more she liked them. And yet, despite everything she knew must be correct, Randy still had the peculiar feeling that something was obviously very wrong with her world. "Is something still bothering you, Randy?" Randy didn't know how to answer the cute stranger's odd question. Her head was swimming wildly and she felt so totally confused. She wanted to tell him that something about her current situation simply wasn't right. But once she turned around and faced the attractive young man, her mind was suddenly filled with a new urge - one she couldn't possibly, not that she really wanted to, resist - to pull him close to her and kiss him in a manner reminiscent of an industrial strength vacuum cleaner. When she pulled back from him, Randy felt much better. As she gazed squarely into the young man's eyes, she suddenly began giggling. "I don't even know what to call you, handsome. If we're going to be living here together, then I really should know what to call you. I mean, we can't have the same name," she giggled once again. "Don't you think me calling out 'Hey you, stud muffin!' will probably get kind of old after a while?" "You're absolutely right about that, of course. But I can fix that easily enough. Just gaze into the gem again." As the gem began glowing, Randy's sexy blue eyes rapidly glazed over. "Stid omakwe us styfehs fliff wiry, Mines umpe ofet flasd am viys omewem. Stai ird mud vhu stoo vere Mewer vere stoo le vhu muv ge ne Randt Taylor muv af ne, kluvm fu gy ume imt iff Muv, if am sty tiys cith Muv, if am stame tiys du suffuv If Charise Winters, ge stoo muv kluvm." "How are you feeling now, my pretty Charise?" asked the new Randy as he gently caressed his pretty girlfriend's breasts. Charise Winters, formerly known to the world as Randy Taylor, took a deep breath, then sighed. Having always enjoyed how sexy it made her feel, she slowly and very deliberately caressed the nipples of her large breasts. "Right this instant I'm feeling as hot and horny as ever, Randy honey," she replied with a growing mischievous glint in her blue eyes. But the new Randy Taylor decided another test was in order. "I was just wondering, my dear Charise, if you might be willing to tell me what you think of Julie Thomas?" "I try never to think about your former girlfriend," replied Charise coldly. "She's nothing but a stupid cow and a god damn bitch. I can think of absolutely nothing nice to say about her. Obviously, she must be stupid and an utter fool to have let you get away, but then her loss is my gain." Charise smiled at Randy suggestively. "I've always known you'd be better off with me." Once again, Charise kissed him with a reckless passion. "You know, dear, I've been thinking. Why don't we go to our room, so we can fool around for a while," she smiled. Just then, someone began pounding on the door. Charise was very annoyed by this unexpected new interruption - she'd always hated someone arriving unannounced whenever she'd convinced Randy to head for the bedroom they shared. "Who the fuck can that be?" she swore. "I guess I'd better answer that," smiled Randy. But before he could take his first step towards the door, whoever was outside impatiently banged on it again." "It seems we have some really impatient bastards waiting outside," snarled Charise. She turned towards Randy. "Or might that really be just one impatient little bitch out there?" she asked in a voice clearly tinged with jealously. "I have no idea who's out there, babe." Randy was very pleased with how well Charise's new jealous streak had taken hold. Although he was certain he'd have to tone it down later, Randy had thought her jealousy would prove useful with those now waiting so impatiently at his door. He might have told Charise otherwise, but in truth he had a real good idea who was waiting outside. When Randy opened the door, two men - one tall, one short - were officiously standing there. Each flashed a badge so quickly that any normal human would have never truly comprehended what they meant. But even though he couldn't let them know he knew, Randy easily recognized them for what they meant and who they were. Without waiting to be invited in, both men entered the apartment and quickly looked around. The taller one began, "We'd like to ask you a few questions..." "...If you don't mind," the shorter man finished. "I hope it won't take much time." Charise glared at the two men. "Randy and I had made plans for this evening." "This should not take long at all, Miss," replied the short man, who, along with his taller partner, kept staring intently at Charise's breasts. Noting their unmistakable interests in her sexy body, Charise smiled. What typical men they are, she thought? But Charise had always known she had that effect on men like them. "Why don't you go to our room, lover? I'm sure I'll be along as soon as I've answered whatever questions these men feel they must ask me." "All right," agreed Charise, as she blew a kiss in Randy's direction. "Just don't take too long to answer their questions," she smiled. "I'm so hot and horny right now, I might just explode. I'd really hate to lose this mood I'm in." But before she could move, the short man began, "Before you leave, Miss..." "... We'd like to ask you some questions..." continued the tall man. "... That is, if you don't mind?" concluded the short man. "You boys can ask me whatever questions you'd like. But I'm fairly certain I know nothing about anything you might want to know." "Maybe not, Ma'am," said the tall man. "But these are questions we feel we must ask you anyway," added the short man. "Then just ask away," smiled Charise. Ever since she'd been a young girl, she'd always enjoyed being at the center of men's attentions. She wondered if she should ask these men the color of her eyes. Would either of them be able to correctly answer blue? Given the way their eyes had seemingly never left her breasts, she considered it highly doubtful. "What is your name?" asked the short man. "Charise Winters." The two men exchanged glances. "And how long have you lived here?" "I've only been living here with Randy for the last couple of weeks. I moved in right after Randy broke up with his last girlfriend." "Interesting," said the short man. "Most interesting," agreed his tall partner. "That would be..." The short man shuffled through his notes. "Miss Thomas," supplied the tall man. "That's right," replied Charise huffily. "Julie Thomas has always been a whiny little bitch. I just don't know how my poor Randy could have put up with her constant crap for as long as he did." "We've spoken with this Miss Thomas, Ma'am," frowned the tall man. "Could you tell us how long you've..." "... known your friend Miss Thomas?" The short man was also frowning. "She knew nothing overly useful, Miss." "I've known her for a long time, but I could never really consider her my friend. We went to grade school together. Believe it or not, even then she was a spoiled little bitch, who was constantly whining whenever she didn't get her own way. Although I grew out of my little girl stage, Julie apparently never did." The short man smiled. "I can't possibly imagine a time, Miss Winters, when someone..." "... could have possibly considered you a little girl," finished the tall man. Charise smiled at their odd compliment. They were certainly a strange pair. But what did she expect from two men who had seen nothing of her past her large breasts? If nothing else, these two strange men, who seemed far sillier than most men she'd known, were just plain peculiar. The two men exchanged a few words. To Charise, they actually seemed somewhat annoyed about something. And Randy had been certain the two had actually considered for a moment or two - despite all their inherent cultural taboos to the contrary - that Charise might have been the man they were looking for. With some difficulty, the short man turned to Randy. "We have a few questions..." "... for you too, Mr. Taylor," concluded the tall man. "Where were you born?" asked the short man. Randy quickly answered, "Yucca Valley. It's a little town in the Mojave Desert of California." After fumbling through their notebooks, both men frowned. "I moved here with my parents when I was five." Another pair of glances in their notebooks following the volunteered information brought another pair of frowns. "How long have..." the short man began. And the tall man concluded, "... you lived here?" Randy smiled. "I suppose it depends on what you mean by here. As I said before, I've lived in this city since I was five. On the other hand, if you're talking about this apartment, I've lived here for the last ten years. You can ask any of the neighbors about that, if you'd like." Both men's frowns grew deeper. "Obviously, neither of you..." "... is who we're looking for." "Maybe if you told us who you were looking for, then we could help you find him or her somehow," bubbled Charise. "I always try to be very helpful to others." "We can't tell you who we seek. It's classified information," replied the short man. "But it would be considerable help..." "... if you could tell us if you might have noticed something or even someone suspicious or unusual lately." "I couldn't say that I've seen anything unusual," said Randy. "I'm sorry I can't be any more help." "If you want to find someone who's acting suspiciously, you should go check out Frank Mallory. He's Julie's weird cousin," said Charise. "But on the other hand, unusual could easily be his middle name. And for the past couple of weeks he's been acting peculiar - even more peculiar than normal for him. You know, the strange way he's been acting would almost make you think he was trying to hide from someone." "Interesting." "Most interesting." "This Frank Mallory is not in my notes," said the short man. "I wonder why his cousin Julie Thomas never mentioned him," answered the tall man. "We need to check him out." "Definitely." "Thank you for your time..." "... and all your help." "No problem," chorused Randy and Charise. "I just hope you get whoever it is you're looking for," said Charise. "Don't worry..." "... we will." Randy smiled knowingly. "I'm sure you will," he replied. At least, you might sometime after pigs learn to fly, he amusedly thought. "We must be..." "... on our way." "But don't worry... " "... we'll let ourselves out." As the two turned to leave, the tall man turned to his short partner and in a low whisper asked, "What do you think of those shezorkles on that female?" The short man whispered back, "If only we had just a few females with shezorkles as impressive as hers, no male in his right mind would ever want to leave our world. I'm afraid we'd be out of a job." They were still whispering back and forth as they closed the door behind them. "Can you actually believe that they were looking for someone or something strange or unusual?" asked Charise in disbelief. "I wonder if either of them has ever taken the time to take a good long look in a mirror. They might find who they're looking for right there. Those two must be the oddest pair I've ever met in my life." "I'm glad they're finally gone," smiled Randy, as he slid his arm around Charise's waist. "I really doubt they'll return." "I certainly hope not, lover." Suddenly, her own smile turned mischievous. "And just where were we before those two fools arrived?" But Charise wasn't about to wait for Randy's answer. "I know where we were going. And I'm still feeling hornier than hell. Let's retire to our room quickly before some other foolish bastard arrives thinking to spoil what remains of our evening of pleasure." "That sounds like a perfect plan to me, Charise." Randy wondered how she'd perform in the bedroom, but regardless of the outcome, it would definitely be fun finding out. Arm in arm, they strolled to their room. And several hours passed before either of them considered taking a break. The End