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Skin Deep ? Episode 3 By Noel Lexicon Plot suggestions from Janet Ashworth ?What the hell has Janey gotten me into?? I wondered for the umpteenth time in the last two days. I was deep in thought as I walked and the echo of my heels on the sidewalk only exacerbated the unreality of my situation. And shortly after that thought another popped into my mind. 'How could Janey even afford this suit?? It obviously had to be expensive. Wait a minute, it was beyond expensive. According to the salesman, it didn?t even exist. More confused than ever I exhaled nosily and shook my head sending my ponytail flying. When I looked up, surprised by the unaccustomed hair shifting on my head, I saw I was at ?Pete?s Bar & Grill?. It had been a recommendation of the doorman as a handy place for a quick sandwich and drink. It looked inviting and the front door was thick and heavy - real wood. I went inside, saw the friendly masculine decor and after getting my bearings stepped out of the entryway alcove and headed towards the bar. A moment?s pause, a drink, a sandwich and some deep thought were the order of the moment. There had to be sense in all this strangeness somewhere. Suddenly I realized all conversation in the bar had stopped. When I looked up I found nearly every male eye on me. ?What the . . . Oh God, they think I?m a single female. Wonderful!? I tried to remember how females reacted and all I could think of was to ignore all the inquisitive eyes so I kept my eyes forward as I made my way to the bar. I felt totally exposed and expected somebody to stand up and shout ?he?s a guy wearing a girl suit? at every step. ?Hi! What?ll it be?? asked the bartender. He was smiling warmly and his body language radiated approval. I was confused for a moment until I remembered how welcome females generally were in bars. ?Guinness Stout and a sandwich,? I said. ?What would you recommend?? I managed a soft smile as I looked him in the eyes. He grinned with pleasure and for a moment I struggled with his pleased reaction. I had forgotten the male pleasure in helping an attractive female, or at least being asked for help by an attractive female. ?The Turkey club plate with avocado and our special dip is very good,? he answered. The bartender smiled warmly at me and without thought gave me the once over. I felt irritation flood me then wondered if I had unconsciously done the same to the women I talked to. I didn?t think so but then he looked like an okay guy so what did I know. ?Sold,? I said trying for a positive smile. ?Could I sit at a table and have it brought over?? Sitting at the bar alone was too much invitation for company I didn?t want. I hoped getting a sandwich here didn?t turn out to be a bad idea. ?Be fine. Darlene will bring it,? he said. With that I headed to my choice of empty tables and took one pretty much by itself. I hoped my choice was signal enough I wanted to be left alone. A minute later the waitress showed up with a glass and my ale. ?Want me to pour it?? I looked up and found her expression filled more with curiosity than any other emotion. She was studying me, trying to gage if I was a barstool queen or just passing through. That made me suspect the bar didn?t get much of a female walk in trade. ?No, but thanks. I appreciate the offer.? She smiled and set the glass and the can in front of me. She was attractive, had a nicely packaged bust and her lack of wedding ring said available. I pegged her as a professional bar waitress and my male antenna told me she might be available for the right guy. I felt my interest rise. ?Boy, aren?t you the unusual one. Never saw a woman as feminine as you order a Guinness before.? Woman! Damn! To her and everyone else I was a woman. I momentarily felt so stupid it was all I could do to nod. I tried hard not to blush. I hadn?t thought - about a lot of things. I was going to have to change a number habits until I got out of this damn body suit. ?If you want anything, just give a holler, dear. Names Darlene,? she said. I suspected that was true since it was what her nametag proclaimed that also. ?Thanks, Darlene,? I said smiling and feeling foolish. She waited a moment and when I said nothing further she turned and walked away. I watched the sway of her ass appreciatively until I realized how my watching might be interpreted. Too many men were watching me watching her. Bummer, she had a nice ass! I turned popped the top and tried to pour the Ale in a feminine manner. Yeah I know but at least I didn?t fill the glass to the top. My first sip made me grimace ? it didn?t taste like it normally did. In fact I didn?t really like it. Could I have gotten a bad bottle? The more I thought about that the more I suspected it was more than likely the suits doing. I really had to get this damn thing off! As I nursed the Stout I reviewed the strangeness of the last few days. No matter how I arranged things the facts still didn?t add up. Obviously something was involved beyond Janey?s dislike of me. One thing that made me very curious was how Roger had known about Club Gigi? And the real question after that was why had he been so scared ? and that had been the only word for it. Of course that killer was scary but somehow upon reflection of Rogers? reactions I thought it was more than that. Did Roger even know killer? He hadn?t recognized the coat, but that by itself didn?t mean anything. I shook my head to clear it. I was going around in circles - not enough facts. I poured some more ale into my glass and took another sip, grimaced slightly at the bitter aftertaste then exhaled noisily. One question that really caused my anger to surge was wondering what had been planned for me? Nostril hair?s smirking and Janey?s gloating pretty much said it wasn?t going to be anything pleasurable - for me at least. And Jennifer?s going along with Janey still hurt, ate at me in fact and I suspected would for a long time. I had loved her, still did in my heart, but I couldn?t live with her betrayal. I sighed and took another sip of ale. That tracking device and the presence of that killer was so far beyond anything I ever expected to encounter in sleepy Castleton that I couldn?t even form an intelligent guess on most of the questions. Somewhere, to somebody, things made sense ? too much money seemed involved for just a lark or for Janey?s petty revenge. As I sipped my Stout one question slowly proved to be at the crux of most of my questions, ?where could Janey have gotten something as advanced as the body suit I now wore?. I suspected the answer somehow led back to Club Gigi - and that made even less sense. ?Here, Miss,? said Darlene setting the Turkey Club plate in front of me. The sandwich had been cut into four corners and placed on a bed of broad leaf lettuce and garnished with plump tomato slices. As I looked at the batter fried potato slices with it my stomach growled. So many things were happening I hadn?t remembered to eat since leaving Vegas. ?What?s that,? I asked looking up at Darlene in surprise. She had placed another Guinness Stout on the table in front of me. ?From the gentleman at the end of the bar,? she said. I instinctively looked that way to find a middle-aged man raising his glass to me. ?Oh damn!? I grimaced involuntarily. ?You want me to take it back to him?? I looked up and found the Darlene?s expression not real sympathetic. ?Wonderful, she thinks I?m a stuck up Princess,? I thought. ?I?m going through a bad time in my life right now, spouse problems,? I said. ?I would be lousy company and truthfully I?m not ready to meet others. And I?m so out of touch with the dating scene I fear I will needlessly irritate people when all I want to do is eat and leave. Is it too much to ask to have you let him down nicely for me?? ?Divorce?? I nodded. If only she knew! ?Understand, sweetie. Men! Can?t live with them, can?t live without them. What?s a girl to do, huh? I?ll take this back and clue him so no feelings are hurt.? ?Thanks!? I said. I watched as Darlene departed with beer in hand and then breathed a sigh of relief when the guy waved nicely at me after she talked with him. I nodded, smiled at him and went back to my meal. The sandwich and batter fried potato slices were quite good. I paid, left a tip and headed back to the hotel. On the way back I got a funny feeling and by some adroit window-shopping spotted a male from the bar. By the way he tried to turn and pretend to be interested in other things I knew I was being followed. A hundred feet further a cop car started shadowing me, exactly matching my walking speed. It was all I could do not to break and run. As I walked the cop car continued shadowing me. Realizing I needed to acknowledge them somehow or risk looking even more suspicious I turned and when I did the cop-riding shotgun smiled at me and gave me a friendly wave. It took a moment to recognize he was flirting with me. Heat suffused my face and I wanted to scream ?I?m not a female you idiot?. Instead, I smiled then did my best to giggle and shake my head as if I thought his interest nice but was busy at the moment. A couple of seconds later the cop car drove off. The cop gave me a last wave smiling as he went. I smiled and even waived back. Another two blocks and I still had my tail. That I didn?t understand at all. But the last thing I needed was for some pervert to attempt to rape me because I was in this dam girl suit. I lost the tail in the simplest of ways. I entered an expensive boutique six doors down from the hotel and went out the back as soon as I realized my follower hadn?t entered the shop with me. It was easy to cut along the back of the shops and enter the hotel?s parking lot and then the hotel itself. Those two incidents heightened my paranoia and led me to two unwelcome conclusions. As long as I was in I was the body suit I was going to have to be more aware of my surroundings. I was in fact going to have to restrict where and when I went - and that grated. I wasn?t going to be able enjoy the same freedom of movement I had enjoyed when the world saw me as a male. And the second was I was going to have to change my travel arrangements. I didn?t have ID to match my image. Had those cops stopped me for any reason and requested ID, I would have been in deep doodoo. And as I thought further I realized what the real red flag was ? Jennifer?s car and its Nevada plates. Should Jennifer and her mother want to make trouble they could claim the car was stolen and then I would be at their mercy, and once located maybe at the mercy of that killer from Club Gigi. For some reason that killer?s image continued bothering me - like a circling hive of angry bees. His eyes had held a coldness that still made me shiver. That evening I found a parking garage for the car. I even managed a partial swap of license plates with another vehicle of the same make. Since the car was parked nose in, I hoped the one plate in the rear would be sufficient for awhile. I removed every thing from the car then took a cab back to the hotel. Sleep came slow that night. The next morning I woke and showered ? and experienced a pleasant surprise. The shower felt absolutely scrumptious. The pelting of the warm water on my body, especially on my breasts and buttocks felt delicious. I couldn?t remember ever enjoying a shower so much. After I got out and dried off, and thoroughly enjoyed the luxurious soft hotel towels in the process, I sat at the makeup table in the room. My mirror image, with a towel wrapped around my head and one wrapped around my body, was definitely female even though some of my parts were slightly large. Had he been able, Mr. Petey would have definitely erected for the mirror image ? it was that feminine. After a moment of looking at my own suit image my nipples hardened. With their strange erotic tingling I felt emotionally adrift. I was in LaLa land in more ways than one. I swallowed and after drying my hair went to the makeup kit I had purchased in Castleton. When I opened the kit smells emanating from inside it nearly overwhelmed me. Some of the scents were simply over powerful. Whoa. Those products I immediately got rid off and wondered why had I ever purchased them? Other scents I found myself greatly attracted too. After I had rearranged things to my satisfaction I made myself up lightly and put a scent I liked behind my ears, on my wrists, at my throat. In a way I couldn?t explain, that simple act made me feel better. I looked at myself in the mirror then shook my head. It would have to be a ponytail again today. After some thought I dressed in a blouse and slacks and the white boots again. If I did much walking today those would be the best choice for comfort. I was very short on shoes and thought an athletic suit and good walking shoes wouldn?t be remiss. Those outfits were accepted almost everywhere as part of the ?fit? generation. ?I?ll need to get a sports bra.? As the statement echoed in my mind I felt my face fill with heat. I couldn?t believe I was thinking about going shopping for a sports bra - for myself. Damn Janey and Jennifer! I had breakfast at a coffee shop just up the street from the hotel and found I couldn?t eat my normal portions. Even stranger, my tastes seemed to have changed slightly for I ended up drinking tea. I never drank tea - but it tasted good this morning. On the way out of the shop I purchased a paper. I needed a game plan of some sort. I had to find somebody that could get me out of this damn suit ? and that now looked to be a very tricky proposition. I had just enough paranoia not to randomly start calling bioengineering departments at some of the leading universities. There was too much strangeness involved in my situation to start blundering noisily all about before I understood what it was all about. What I really needed was more information ? and in a hurry. Back at the hotel I pulled out my laptop and all the stuff I had taken from Janey?s car including her laptop. The maid had already cleaned the room and made up the bed so I put the ?do not disturb? sign on the door and then spread everything out on the bed including Janey?s Daytimer. Something somewhere was the key to this and Janey?s stuff, since she appeared to be the one who had gotten the suit, was the logical place to start. I had just spread everything out when a vise closed around my waist and squeezed me so tight I couldn?t breath. Pain filled me, from my waist, my groin, my legs, my arms, my chest and even my face. I gasped and struggled for breath as spots slowly started swimming before me. My legs buckled and I felt myself falling. I was unconscious before I hit the floor. * * * * * I came to in a haze of pain. I was nauseous and had to struggle to breathe. After a moment the suit seemed to relent and I was able to draw a large breath. And then I moaned involuntarily, the breath had made my chest hurt. Then I moaned even louder as every part of my body seemed to scream in pain at the same time. After a few more breaths the worst of the nausea left and the pain started abating. I rolled over and groaned again. I felt like I had gone ten rounds with a cement mixer ? I hadn?t won. I slowly struggled into a sitting position then levered myself up and staggered into the bathroom. I felt incredibly dirty so I leaned down and splashed water on my face. When I looked up I received the shock of my life - I didn?t recognize the face in the mirror. It was me - sort of, and then it wasn?t. My nose had lost its small bump and was definitely more delicate. My jaw line had softened, my cheekbones seemed more prominent and my lips had plumped and formed the beginnings of a heart shape and the shape of my eyes had slightly changed. Even my eye color was different. My heart was pounding like the hooves of horses at Hollywood Park when a terrible smell assaulted my nose. I lifted an arm and almost passed out. I was the source of that horrific odor. I stripped and as I did more of the smell filled the bathroom - I nearly puked. I turned on the exhaust fan, turned the sink on and plugged it, and shortly my clothes were soaking in soapy water. Smelling like they did I couldn?t even take them to the cleaners! The next thing for it was the shower. My skin had a dried film all over it and I had to wash thoroughly four times before I had the last of that disgusting grime off of me. When I stepped out of the shower I recoiled in abhorrence. The smell was not yet evacuated from the bathroom. The odor had a sickness about it that was simply repulsive. I reached under the sink, found some cleaning supplies including the hotels commercial deodorizer, sprayed it liberally around the room then grabbed two large towels and went back into the other room. As I dried off I slowly became aware of other differences. I was really weak. Weaker than I could ever remember being. It was a struggle just to lift the towel up and dry my hair. Second, though I wasn?t a hundred percent sure, the shape of my arms seemed different. My arms seemed less muscular and softer shaped. But I wasn?t positive. When I sat down and looked at my legs the last of my doubts evaporated. I had good legs - for a male. I had been a runner in college so my legs were muscular and well formed, but definitely male. The legs that stretched out before me now were a third less muscular, hairless, and so femininely formed they looked like a picture out of a magazine for a ?high heels add?. I was dumbfounded. It couldn?t be, but every time I ordered my legs to move, the feminine legs I was staring at moved. In shock I rose and slowly walked over to the full-length mirror in the room and took off the towels. Adding insult to injury as I stared into the mirror my nipples, now larger than ever, hardened. I found myself beyond words. The mirror image was no longer attractive it was by anybody?s standards very pretty - and sexy. In fact the image in the mirror wasn?t that far from Jennifer?s beauty. As I stood looking at the disturbing image, something worse than the prettiness slowly impinged on my awareness, there was no sign anywhere of the male inside the suit. Where before I could find vestiges of my self in the too large hands, the outsized feet, too muscular legs, the too broad shoulders, the bump in the nose that had once been broken, those things were gone. All of them! Even my Adam?s apple had fled. I was gasping for breath so rapidly that only a hand against the mirror let me remain upright. I realized I was on the edge of passing out from hyperventilating. When I finally forced myself to calm I recognized one other change in my mirror image, as my former maleness had disappeared the suit?s femininity had increased. The female nether lips between my legs had plumped to twice their former size and now extended up the front of my belly nearly two inches. ?I?m better formed than Jennifer,? I thought as I stared at the mirror images nether lips. I groaned - I was losing it. I stared back at the mirror image and noticed my breasts. Definitely fuller and when I leaned forward for a closer look they shifted on my chest. My mouth fell open and after a hasty examination, the weight of them, how they responded when I squeezed them convinced me of the unbelievable ? I had breasts. Not the suit had breasts, but I had breasts! I had played with Jennifer?s too many times not to know what real breasts felt like. And tellingly, I had felt each squeeze and tug of my own examination. The blood in my brain pounded madly and it was a full minute before I was sure that I wasn?t going to pass out. No matter what I had believed before, no matter what I wanted to believe now, logic pointed inescapably to one thing ? I was undergoing some form of ?in vivio? bio reengineering. My face filled with heat and the skin on my chest blushed bright red. I was enraged. Helplessly enraged! And then an unwelcome thought came to me. Shuddering and afraid to know, but knowing I had to, I probed between my legs with a finger and trembled uncontrollably when my finger sunk into the feminine channel beyond the knuckle before encountering resistance. Suddenly I gasped in shock and withdrew my finger hastily! My penetration of my feminine nether lips had produced scandalous sensations in my loins and belly. There was no doubt about it! I was speeding down the road to womanhood. I staggered to a chair and collapsed. I was so stunned I couldn?t form the simplest of thoughts. I have no idea of how long I sat there but when I looked down my knuckles and fingers were white from my intense gripping of the arms of the chair. I swallowed and felt myself fill with resignation. There was no way for it - I was going to have to go to the authorities. They would be the only ones who might get me out of the suit but truthfully I was beginning to suspect it might already be too late. How did I get back the lost width in my shoulders, the size of my feet and hands, the bump in my nose? And how did you get a small ?twenty-some-thing? female waist and female shaped hips to assume masculine shapes again? With that I looked at my delicately shaped fingers. There would be no way of mistaking those for anything other than female. This medically shouldn?t be possible ? in theory maybe, but I hadn?t heard a whisper of any field trials of a product like this. A very nasty thought surfaced - I was walking around in someone?s secret technology. And if this suit did go back to Club Gigi, the presence of that killer and all that muscle said ?they?, whoever ?they? were wouldn?t be all that polite in trying to get their technology back. I caught my breath, calmed myself then rose and tried to get dressed. The bra was too tight, the slacks loose around the waist and overly tight in the butt - and too long. The last really worried me. Had I also shrunk? Still greatly disturbed I walked to the window and got another shock, it was dark. Checking the time I saw it was 4:11 a.m. Apparently I had been unconscious most of a day. And as I stood there looking out I saw a cop car going slowly through the parking lot, checking license plates with its computer. Though I knew it was routine, it still made me nervous! The next three hours were disgusting. I was badly dehydrated and as I drank water by the quarts my bowels starting working necessitating a lot of bathroom time. It is so depressing to have your excretions smell so bad you become almost ill but that was what I was experiencing. And each time I sat on the throne I cursed Janey and sometimes Jennifer. At long last my bathroom smells became almost normal but even so I took another shower. An hour later I was sitting in the Hollywood public library in a dress, something I wouldn?t have considered if the other clothes I had still fit. I had come to use the Internet. I needed more information. I was determined not to be more of a victim than I already was. ?Hmmmm, hmmm,? said someone loudly. It was the sound of an older woman clearing her throat to get attention. When I looked up I saw a stern faced older librarian looking directly at me. Her face was the picture of displeasure. ?Young lady, have enough respect to show proper decorum in a public library at least,? she said looking down towards my groin. I looked down and when I did I saw my legs were spread and my dress was hiked up to where my panties were showing. I was unused to the restriction of a dress on my legs and had wiggled to get rid of it. I looked around right into the eyes of a couple of males who were smirking at me for all they were worth. I blushed three shades of red, quickly closed my legs and brushed my dress down. Then I looked up and found the librarian was still watching me. ?Thank you,? I mouthed. She nodded and duty done she went on about her business. I didn?t have the courage to look up at the three young males who had been staring so intently. Damn Janey and her body suit! Maybe for retribution her Great Dane could her hoof and mouth disease. Useless cursing done I turned back to the library computer. I intended to review the latest medical literature about ?in vivio? bio re-engineering but first I wanted to know what was happening in Castleton. I called up the online version of The Castleton Journal World and got my first shock. By the current date I had been unconscious for nearly three days. Good Lord! Then I got a worse shock. Roger was dead! I was stunned. That couldn?t be right! It just couldn?t! Hastily I read more of the article and the further I read the more the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end. According to the paper Roger had died in the fire at Club Gigi. I, of all people, knew that was not possible. As I sat there considering possible ramifications of his death a chilling thought filled me. The ?they? behind the secret technology Janey had stuck me in were playing for keeps. They had killed and as far as I knew, all Roger had done was help me get the bracelet off. Reading further in the article things got worse. Roger and I were rumored gay lovers and there were initial reports of missing secret government equipment and money. Lots of money missing. The FBI had been called in and a sizeable reward had been offered for information leading to my apprehension. ?FBI?? Government involvement might mean the advanced technology of the suit might have come out of a black project or maybe Roger was running a scam on the side. But a scam wouldn?t explain his death as far as I was concerned. The FBI would have wanted him alive. And the claim that he had died in the fire made it obvious that he had gotten his ticket punched for a one way ride. It also said there were some very nasty players in this game and Killer might not be the only one. Swallowing I leaned down got my cell-phone out of my purse and removed the batteries. The FBI would have no trouble getting phone company assistance in triangulating in on me if I used it and no doubt Jennifer and Janey had already confirmed I had a cell phone and had given the FBI my number. I was lucky they hadn?t thought to call me. I would have unthinkingly answered. The rest of the article didn?t make me feel any better. It was a reward offer for information leading to my arrest replete with warning. I should be considered dangerous and might be traveling with a female companion. The article gave a rather complete description of the female companion, but the description, dark haired, five foot five, very well developed, brown eyes only confused me. It didn?t match the body suit image at all and I couldn?t recall knowing anyone like whom they were describing - ever. I got up and found a drinking fountain and took a long drink. I was having trouble assimilating what I had read. What could have caused such a lethal reaction? Certainly not my escape from Club Gigi! That pretty much left it as ?them? being very anxious to retrieve ?their? technology that didn?t exist. But why then had Janey put me in the damned suit in the first place if they didn?t want anyone knowing about their technology? Or was she not part of them? I sighed in frustration. Apparently Roger had had a reason to be scared. But now what? I seemed to have been shoved into the middle of something heavy and was in it up to my neck, my pretty neck now. As I sat there deep in thought one thing kept repeating in my brain - I didn?t want to end up like Roger. And that might be a distinct possibility because Roger was the one that had helped me and his helping me had scared him witless. At the time I had casually dismissed his fear as totally irrational. Poor Roger! Back at the hotel I spent the next two hours organizing my next move. After a quick sandwich I started separating everything I had brought from Castleton. Most of my male clothes I took to a good will center along with the female clothes that no longer had much chance of fitting. At the same time I purchased an old LA Raiders sweatshirt and one or two other items. The used clothes would make me look part of the local landscape. I bought a used ball cap and got rid of the ponytail and stuck most of the hair up under the cap. It was a rag muffin look I would have absolutely hated on Jennifer, but at least it was different from the ponytail. I didn?t want anything connecting me to Castleton, just in case. My lack of ID bothered me enough that me driving no longer made sense. I had a credit card with my name and Jennifer?s on it, an insurance card out of her car with her name on it, an old library card of hers I had been meaning to return, but nothing that would let me drive. And then how good really was using Jennifer?s ID? The moment they plugged the last name in it might set off all types of alarms. Despite that I purchased a purse and wallet and hid my male ID in an inner pocket. I decided to stick with cabs for the moment. The most innocent of traffic stops would see me incarcerated. Killer?s wallet proved profitable - $2,600. I took the money and then deep-sixed the rest of the wallet into a grated underground storm drain. It wouldn?t be found for months, if ever. I was so paranoid I even wiped my prints off of it first and threw the rag I used into a dumpster four blocks away. On the way back I stopped and bought some nice walking shoes and some California leisure clothes then went back to the hotel. I couldn?t honestly say my caution wasn?t just paranoia but I had a sense of foreboding that itched at the back of my neck. So when I was nearly ready I walked ten blocks and found a pay phone. I didn?t want anything to close to the hotel in case they did a trace. I called an old friend from the past, Robert ?4-eyes? Hempton. He was the original nerd, a conspiracy theorist of almost all sorts and best of all a computer crackerjack. At least he used to be in college. I had used the Internet in the library to find him. If the address was still current he was just up the road. If there were a secret in the stuff I had it would be on Janey?s computer in a hidden file. ?Robert, this is Paul Grant,? I rasped into the phone trying to make my voice as guttural as possible. ?From UC Santa Barbara.? ?Ah . . . high, Paul. What?s wrong with your voice?? Strangely I recognized Robert?s, or Robo as we used to call him, distinctive high-pitched whiney voice and felt immediately better. ?Was in something that affected my voice but it should be normal in a few days,? I said. I couldn?t help my paranoia. But in case somebody was listening whom I really didn?t want to hear the conversation it might make them assume I had gotten out of the suit. ?Could I drop by and see you later this evening?? I rasped. ?Yeah, okay.? There was a pause and during the silence my paranoia blossomed. Was he talking to someone offline? ?How about in three hours,? his voice said loudly coming back on the line suddenly. ?Sure. You still at? and with that I read of his address from the Internet. Yeah, but I?m staying with a friend for the next two nights. We?re both going to the UFO convention.? He gave me the address, I wrote it down then repeated it back to him. ?Yeah, that?s it. Can you tell me what this . . . ? ?See you then,? I said disconnecting. I didn?t know if they could run down pay phones that quickly but I really didn?t want to find out. With that I returned to the hotel, checked out and took a cab to Robert?s neighborhood. I wasn?t waiting until the appointed time. I meant to be early, real early so if it was a trap I could see it in the making. I found a low budget motel three blocks from Robert?s address and had the cabby drop me off. He managed to hold his tongue as I got out of the cab, with my luggage. Fifteen minutes later with my suitcases in the room I had rented, I took an oversized shoulder bag I had purchased, put Janey?s laptop in it along with some other material and my wallet, pulled on the old raiders shirt then set off towards my appointment. I had decided to walk around the block first to get a feel for the neighborhood. Mid block I chuckled to myself, I had found the convention Robo was going to attend. It was a low budget convention center and it?s advertising of tonight?s UFO fare was garish and distasteful. Perfect! Just perfect! It definitely was the missing piece in all of this. Laughing for the first time since before being tricked into the damn body suit I continued walking and at the corner I turned and headed for Robert?s street. His friend must live almost behind the convention center. I was glad I had changed into the walking shoes. I turned the corner and walked slowly down the street checking addresses and examining the surroundings. I was about half way to where I estimated Roberts apartment should be when a car came from a behind me, pulled up at the curb and three men poured out. I almost broke and ran - the killer from Gigi was one of them. ?What are you doing here?? said the first one out. He had gotten into a blocking position in front of me. His partner had assumed a covering position behind me. By their suits and short hair, and how they moved as a team I pegged them as ?Feds?. But what the hell was the monster from Club Gigi doing with them. I steeled myself. ?Didn?t you hear the man, broad?? snarled killer. ?Harris!? rebuked one of the crew cuts. At that moment a man about where Roberts friend?s apartment should be came out of the doorway. He had a radio on his ear and he was looking at the building across the street. When I glanced at the roof I got a terrible shock, men with rifles and scopes were getting into position on its roof. Sweet Jesus! ?If you don?t answer miss, we?ll have to take you in,? said the first crewcut. Meanwhile killer, or Harris as the others had called him, had come up and was staring intently at my face. I said the first thing that came to mind. ?For wanting to go to a UFO convention?? ?Don?t I know you,? snarled Harris peering closely at my face. ?God I hope not!? It slipped out before I thought. If he pegged me I didn?t know what would happen. The first Fed agent that had spoken smirked at my answer then became all business. Apparently there was no love lost between he and Harris. ?Ma?am, I need to know what you are doing here,? said the first agent. None of them had a friendly look. ?UFO convention,? I stuttered. Then I added in a stronger voice. ?It?s supposed to be mid-block on this street,? I said trying to pear down the street to see if I could see something. I was nearly trembling. Killer was still looking at me very hard. I?m sure I was ever so faintly nudging some of his memory cells. ?You?re trying to tell us you?re . . .? The monster named Harris was interrupted by the Fed in back of me. ?It?s one block over, miss. You?re on the wrong street.? I whirled and looked at the young agent. ?You?re sure it?s not on this street?? I asked. I gave him my warmest smile. Anything to keep my face and attention away from Harris. His demeanor might be cold, but both times I had seen his eyes I had recognized the intelligence that lay behind them. He was definitely a person to fear. The young agent responded to my smile with one of his own and nodded negatively. ?That way or that way,? I said pointing to both sides of me. He pointed. ?Thanks. What are you guys doing?? I knew getting lost too fast would be suspicious. Yet it had taken almost all my courage to ask the question. ?Get your ass out of here, broad,? snarled killer. With that I whirled back around and tried to think what the appropriate reaction should be. ?Well excuse me,? I said and with that I turned and walked off trying to give the impression of being in a huff. The truth was I was trembling with fright and totally confused. What was the Club Gigi monster doing with the Feds? It was no accident for they knew him by name. My mind was churning in bewilderment as I tried to make sense out of what I had just seen. One thing for sure, riflemen on rooftops meant somebody was taking things seriously. Very seriously! I was so distracted in thought it took me most of the block to realize I was being followed by one of the agents. I momentarily panicked until I realized if I tried to run I had no chance. The only thing I could do now was to actually go to the UFO convention. The walk to the convention center with the agent?s footsteps echoing doom behind me seemed like a mile and forever. Finally I reached the center, walked inside, bought myself a ticket, got my hand stamped then felt my stomach fall. The agent following me was paying for a ticket. It was apparent he was coming inside with me. I entered the main convention hall and stopped in astonishment. There were all sorts of creatures and aliens walking around. There were a few that looked like an offshoot of Harry Krishna?s only these had bug-eyes. Another group had managed pallid gray skin and triangular oval heads and oval teardrop eyes. Some had antennas sprouting from their heads and some were simply monsters from some sci-fi movie set, at least that?s what I thought they were. I was one of the few not in a costume of some sort. I made myself smile and went to the first booth. Twenty minutes later I was starting to get concerned. I was getting lots of stares and inviting smiles and the agent was making it more and more obvious he was tailing me. ?Donna,? came a squealed shout so loud I turned. ?Donna you made it. How wonderful.? And with this a caftan-garbed creature replete with wizard type hat propelled itself into my arms. Surprisingly inside all the swirling yards of material was a real woman. ?My name is Mabel. Call me Mabel, loudly dear, and give us a hug. That is a very ugly brute you have tailing you,? she whispered into my ear. ?Mabel,? I squealed and with that I gave her an affectionate hug as I realized she was a gift from heaven. Knowing someone at the convention should help remove some of the agent?s suspicion from me. Once he left, then I could be on my way. As I hugged her I recognized she was something of an earth mother ? very busty in a mature way. ?Let?s do the kissy face bit and then we?ll go arm in arm to my friends, dear,? the strange looking sprite whispered into my ear. I could scarcely believe her enthusiastic help but followed her lead and soon we were kissing the air by each other?s cheeks then giggling. Mine was largely in relief. When she took me by the arm and led me to her friends I?m sure she felt my trembling because she continuously stroked my arm in a calming way. ?Fred Martin, I told you Donna would show up. Now don?t you go pinching her cute butt again,? she said chastising the older male who had watched us walk towards him. He looked to be in his late sixties, early seventies. He had on a Roswell alien sweatshirt, a beanie type hat that had antenna coming out of it, glasses with eyeballs on springs that came out at you when he moved his head fast, and he was wearing tennis shoes with holes in them ? my type of guy! ?Donna,? he proclaimed loudly rising to hug me. It was then that I realized Mabel?s cleverness. By chastising him she had given us each other?s names. ?Fred,? I said loudly opening my arms. ?I see they haven?t beamed you up yet.? I thought my retort rather clever. Fred stepped forward, hugged me, belched slightly so I could tell he had had spaghetti for supper, announced how glad he was I had come then that randy old bastard pinched my butt! ?Fred,? admonished Mabel. ?You know how he is around young women,? said Mabel explaining what I had already figured out for myself. Mabel took me by the arm and introduced me to the rest of her crowd using some carefully choreographed greetings so I was able to greet some as old acquaintances and some as new friends she had made. Most of Mabel?s crowd was retirement age though one had brought a grandson along. He was a boy of fifteen, pimply, and from the way he constantly stared at me, he was undergoing puberty ? in one night. An hour later Mabel saw my discomfort from the boy?s constant staring and smiled. ?Males, you have to love them,? she said glancing at the mesmerized teenager then back at me. Then her smile changed as she glanced behind me. ?Don?t turn, dear, but that gorilla who followed you in has been joined by an even uglier friend.? I swallowed and it took all my will power not to look behind me. Why were they still interested? When I figured it out I almost lost it. If I as the male they expected didn?t show up for the meeting with Robo then they would assume that someone had alerted their perp and I the girl, who had seen them laying their trap, was a good candidate for that. Hours of close questioning would reveal my secret - I had no background to give them. I was dead meat if I couldn?t get lose my tails - and quickly. ?Mabel, I saw something I shouldn?t have on the way over. The tail I had when I came in was part of what I saw. I think I need to get out of here and quickly.? ?Wonderful! Simply wonderful,? exclaimed Mabel clapping her hands and smiling at me blissfully. ?This will make this years convention so exciting. Just wait until I tell everyone. Watching Fred pinch the same girls year after year gets a little old you know, dear.? I wanted to scream! Killers at the door and I had fallen in with loonies. And they were my best hope. Dear God! ?I just knew you had too be interesting! You?re the first person I?ve seen ever tailed openly into one of these tin and gin jamborees,? she said still smiling delightedly. With that my loonie fairy god witch spotted Fred and gave him some sort of signal for he looked at the two men in suits standing at the entryway then nodded at us. ?We were all hoping that ugly brute who followed you in might actually be an MIB. His being joined by a friend means it?s for certain now. Wow, is this hot!? She giggled, clapped her hands, chortled and then wheezed so I didn?t know whether to smile, roll my eyes or check her pulse. Mabel seemed to be flying with one wing a little low, but she and her geriatric cohorts were probably the only way I was getting out of the convention center without being followed. ?I think its time we went shopping, dear,? said my sprite rescuer. And with that we were off. Before long I had a hat with antenna, funny looking feet which Mabel insisted I wear and then eventually the crowning glory, a rubberized mask replete with purple plastic hair hanging profusely down the back. What the hell type of alien was that supposed to be? We wandered the length of the convention hall and ever so often without being obvious I noted that my ugly tails, as Mabel called them, moved to always keep me in sight. I was getting more nervous by the minute. ?Don?t worry, dear, its almost time to go to the bathroom.? With that Mabel stroked my arm in a calming manner and continued to lead me around. I was terribly glad for her presence because at least she had an idea. My growing fear was making it hard to think. Another fifteen minutes or so passed and slowly I realized that Mabel hadn?t been just walking, she was alerting people in her greetings. The buzz within the hall had changed slightly and more and more people were looking past us. Then I caught a word that went with a nod - MIB?s. The mood within the hall had also changed. It was subtle, like the pitch in an engine. Where before it had been a boisterous buzz, now it was a muttering that had a sense of discord about it. ?Come dear, its time for us to powder our noses.? I followed her dumbly into the women?s bathroom and when we got inside there stood an older woman about my height and body build. She was stripping out of one of a rubberized alien costumes. ?What?? ?Hurry, dear, we don?t have much time,? said Mabel. ?Change clothes with Chandra here.? My mouth fell open. ?Hurry, dear,? urged Mabel. I started stripping and kept my eyes on ?Chandra?. Soon she was getting into my athletic outfit and my LA Raiders sports shirt, then the feet and the rubber mask with the obnoxious purple hair. Meanwhile I struggled with the alien rubber suit. When Chandra finished dressing I understood, she looked like I had when I had entered the bathroom. ?Quick, dear, tell her what you saw on the way over here,? said Mabel. I quickly described what I had seen one street over including the riflemen on the roof and the three men who had accosted me. I made sure she had a good description of the monster they had called Harris and what he had said to me. I didn?t have to lie to her to tell her how much the coldness in his eyes bothered me. Mabel had watched my face intently as I told the story. Her outfit made her look as much fairy earth mother as it did an enchantress or witch. When I finished she patted my arm approvingly. ?Don?t worry, dear. It?s time for a private vacation anyway. Nothing like some quiet time among friends to get your head and body together,? Mabel said patting me a last time. I stopped trying to get into the alien suit and looked at Mabel. There was no way she could know but her comment sure hit close to home. ?Stay in here. I will send someone for you, dear. With that the two of them walked out in animated conversation while I continued struggling into the rubber type suit. With my past experience of body suits, I had a moment of bad deja vu and had to force myself to finish getting into the alien costume. Finally another woman, heavy set, in her fifties, a road bike momma look-a-like wearing an alien picture sweatshirt entered the bathroom. She was carrying stuff in a cloth sack that they were selling at the convention. ?Hi, dear. My handle is Jean. This has your stuff in it,? she said handing me the cloth bag. She was heavy set, perhaps rotund would be a better word and she was adorned with her share of UFO convention paraphernalia and one tattoo that I could see. ?Your bag has to stay. They are watching it. Sorry about that, dear.? I could have kissed her and Mabel both. I understood what was happening. We were making a switch. Maybe they weren?t as loony as they seemed, but then I wasn?t out of the convention center yet either. I followed her out of the bathroom and after all my worries the escape seemed anticlimactic. We just walked out the back entrance to the parking lot. Others were wandering in and out at the same time. I paused at the door and got a hurried warning. ?No stopping, dear. Will mark you for attention,? said Jean. I couldn?t believe how calm she seemed. I sighed. I wasn?t making a very good fugitive. ?Sorry. They scared me.? ?Yes, well they?re meant to, aren?t they,? said my host. ?They?re scary people.? She guided me by a hand on my arm and shortly we were at a VolksWagon bus that had definitely seen its best years. It was dark in color and had the name Black Label emblazoned on the side. This was our get away vehicle? She unlocked the door then motioned me in. ?Our first order of business is getting you away, dear. It?s hot here now,? she said as I got in. ?We?ve never seen the MIB?s so open about their presence before,? she said assisting me in. MIB?s? Before I could answer she shut the door and got in on the driver?s side. ?Here, dear, let me store that,? she said taking the bag from my hands. She opened the top of something that looked like a fridge, put the bag with my stuff in it, closed the lid then threw a few switches. An orange light on the dash started blinking. ?Oh my goodness. Sweet heavens! I can?t believe it, it actually works,? she said staring at the blinking orange light on the dash. ?What?s wrong?? ?Well, if I?ve done everything right, that blinking light means there is a bug, I mean a low power transmitter in your bag. Wow, is that scary! It?s the first time the light has ever went off. I?d better tell Mabel,? Jean said nervously. The bottom dropped out of my stomach. I?d had a bug on me? I sighed as she fumbled with a walkie talkie and then gave an bad imitation of a cop and trucker using spy lingo. Professional it wasn?t for she and Mabel both used their first names over the air and were so excited that they were blurting everything in the open. And each development was met with ?how thrilling?. I?m not one to complain, but I had never figured on being the center part of some groups entertainment. With her orders in hand Jean started the bus but kept the lights off. The bus caught the first time and the engine sounded a lot lower and throbbed with more power than I remembered the old VW buses having. I turned and looked at the woman I was with ? whom I didn?t know. And me in a rubberized alien suit and in a girl suit inside that. My life had definitely fallen through somebody?s looking glass. She saw me looking at her. ?Don?t worry, that box electronically blocks the signal from getting out, at least that?s what the add said. And it was expensive,? she added as if that meant everything. ?The add?? ?The one advertising the kit,? she said as if that meant everything. ?The Kit?? I asked. I was back to favoring loony. The electronic detecting kit Mabel and I chipped in and bought together,? she said proudly. She held up her end of the junior G-man walkie talkie. ?Definitely Loony,? I thought. But I was outside of the convention center! Jean reached out, turned on a police scanner and soon we were listening to police and taxi cabs calls. I couldn?t understand what were we waiting on. She waited another five minutes listening for I don?t know what. It was hard to follow the different pieces from all the channels. Suddenly the speaker boomed loudly. The transmitter had to be close to us. ?Target still at convention with friends. You want us to pick her up?? ?Oh goodness. Dear, me,? Jean said breathlessly. I made a mental note not to underestimate her and Mabel. Even if they were one painted hobby horse shy of a full merry-go-round they were dealing with the situation more rationally than I was. That had obviously been the agent who had followed me into the convention. By the wideness of her eyes, Jean had made the same connection. ?Thirty minutes more to see if he shows. If she attempts to leave take her into custody. Don?t you lose that broad,? snarled the second voice. I froze. The voice that had crackled out of the speaker I knew - Harris. Oh, god! ?Easy, dear,? said Jean. ?Why don?t you crawl into the back and get under that table. It?ll be tight, but short of getting inside, no one will be able to see you.? I did as she said and as I finally got in the cramped space I heard the last of her excited conversation. ?Oh heavens, It really is. I?m a little scared.? ?How thrilling,? came the mumbled voice. Just think what we can tell all our friends when we get home.? ?Yes. They were on Fed Channel 4,? said Jean into her walkey talky. I nodded numbly to myself. People running around playing secret agents at a UFO convention? My life had gone from strangeness to absolutely bizarre. What possibly could be next? ?Okay. You may want to warn Chandra.? ?Right. This is Jean, Eagle five out,? she sung out. I groaned but didn?t say anything. My communications instructor in the service had to be turning in his grave. She turned on the lights and drove slowly out of the lot. As she made to get on the road a light was shined in her face then we were away. She drove about ten minutes then parked in the back of a large hotel and shut off the lights. ?Get out of that suit, dear. We don?t want to be that conspicuous.? I started to undress then paused - I only had a sports bra and panties underneath. ?I don?t have any clothes,? I said. ?Hmm, well, no help for it. Hope you?re not finicky.? Finicky when the choices were clothes versus an alien rubber suit? It was that moment I was certain Jean was one French Fry short of a happy meal. ?No,? I managed struggling to rid myself of the Alien rubber head. Trying to get out of the rubber suit in the confined space was much harder that getting into it had been ? and that had been difficult enough. ?Be back in a minute,? Jean said. ?Keep the doors locked and if they get you, scream out in warning.? Before I could answer she was gone. What a confidence builder! Had I not seen the men on the rooftops with rifles I would have laughed at her exit line ? only I had and I wasn?t! Eventually I got out of the suit and felt a momentary flush of relief, which unfortunately evaporated and was replaced by a feeling of being totally exposed. I had never felt worried about being naked before but now strangely I was. Perhaps it had something to do with me sitting in somebody else?s car in the back of a hotel I didn?t know from Adam in only a bra and panties. It?s a strange feeling ? especially when deep down you know you shouldn?t be wearing a bra or the panties. Suddenly the door flew open. ?Whew, you been sick?? asked Jean. My heart rate had jumped and it took me a moment to understand why she had asked. I had been sweating in the suit. My body had not yet purged the odoriferous by products of the bio reengineering I had undergone. Another possibility came to mind but that alternative I pushed to the side not wanting to consider it. ?Yes. Just got out of a sick bed this morning. It?s not contagious but we shouldn?t drink from the same cup and I?ll need lots of water,? I said. She nodded, reached over and rolled down the windows so the bus could ventilate then threw me an oversized sweatshirt, a cap to tuck my hair under and some sloppy running pants that had seen better days. When I finished dressing she handed me a deodorant stick. I applied it profusely then thanked her and handed it back. When I finally sat back I felt drained. Too much had happened in too short of a time. I was tired, really tired. The suit doing its thing was draining me of energy and my running on adrenaline for most of the day hadn?t helped. I told Jean about my stuff in the motel near the convention center. She took my key to the room I had rented and went back into the hotel. Ten minutes later we were traveling the freeways. ?Why are we stopping?? I asked some time later. Exhausted from all the tension I had dozed off. ?Not too worry, dear,? Jean said patting my head. By her expression I think she had adopted me ? of a sorts. ?Mabel has collected your clothes and is going to meet us here. ?I don?t know how to begin to thank you two.? And I meant it. Running into killer again and finding him working with ?Feds? had scared the hell out of me. Jean turned, smiled at me happily then patted my shoulder reassuringly. ?The pleasure is all ours, Donna. We haven?t had this much fun since I started coming to these shindigs.? I managed not to sigh ? I love being ?the fun?. Really! There wasn?t much to say so I didn?t, I smiled instead. Twenty minutes later Mabel showed up with all my suitcases. Jean saw her first and joined Mabel for a quick conversation that included hand gestures in my direction. When Mabel came over I saw she was no longer in her convention costume and instead looked a lot like a mature pixie. And I couldn?t for the life of me have explained why I kept getting that impression. ?Looks like you were packed for a trip, dear. Anywhere in particular you?re headed?? Wow, she sounded like a pixie ? or like what I thought a Pixie might sound like. And truthfully, there was something about Mabel I trusted. Of course since she had just saved my miserable butt from Killer and Co. my opinion might be that of the starving dog liking the person who had just fed it. I started to say I was staying in the LA/Hollywood area when I realized that wasn?t such a hot idea anymore. I didn?t dare drive Jennifer?s car and I knew it was only a matter of time before the people now looking for me found it ? they obviously had substantial resources and knew what they were about. Me, I didn?t even know what it was that I had stumbled into! Plus, now that they knew I was in the Southern California area, any local scientific inquiries, no matter how subtle, would ring alarms. ?Was just traveling through until I got sick. At the moment I don?t have any definite plans,? I said trying to not sound too vague. I knew I wasn?t exactly the master of the verbal two-step. Mabel smiled happily at that. Damn if she didn?t remind me of a pixie. ?That might work out well, dear,? she said giving me a warm friendly look. ?I?m going to Iowa and would love having someone share driving.? Iowa! Why not? Depending on what was happening back at the convention center and how large the dragnet for me was, they might be watching public transportation. Despite not wanting to believe it emotionally, logically I was starting to consider the possibility I might not be getting out of the body suit. ?In vivio? genetic manipulations carried a dreaded sense of permanency. Even if the changes could be reversed, it was going to involve a lot more than just taking off a body suit. ?You okay, dear?? I looked at Mabel then realized I had sighed out loud. ?Yes, still weak from my recent illness. I?d love to share driving and gas costs to Iowa with you, Mabel.? Mabel smiled approvingly at me and at her nod Jean began moving my suitcases from the car to the VW bus. ?What?s your name, dear. I can hardly keep calling you dear all the way to Iowa, now can I?? Name? In sheer panic I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. ?Donna!? One of Mabel?s eyebrows rose. ?How apropos,? she said sweetly. Now I know how Pixies tell you they think you?re lying! Damn Janey and Jennifer! To Be Continued **************************Giggle Wars**************************** Fun with Nom de Plumes Those of us participating in the Skin Deep Saga are just having fun ? with the Saga and with each other?s Nom de Plumes. This Episode had contributions early from Janet Ashworth ? hence the roast is on her ? all invited. If you like these, we will try to continue. If you wish to participate, contact [email protected]. ?Noel, Noel,? said Babs bouncing daintily up to where Noel Lexicon and Maggie Finson stood. After a second longer both Maggie and Noel turned and looked at Babs. ?Wow,? said Maggie admiringly, ?I didn?t realize Babs was so big upstairs.? Noel snorted. ?She?s been playing in the water again. Ever since some fool gave her that blue pill, when she gets them wet, the d*** things swell.? Noel looked closely at Babs ?Dolly Partonesque? sized proportions, looked at her own chest then sighed. ?But I thought you were the one that . . .? ?Let?s not go there right now,? said Noel quickly. Maggie had seen Noel?s glance at her own chest so nodded in understanding, then sneaked another look at Babs?s large rack. Wow! If only she?d been fortunate enough to be the one to get that blue pill. Or if she?d just gotten a drink from the pitcher of Margaritas that Paul had dropped the blue pill in while at Club Gigi in Episode One. Life could be so unfair sometimes. ?Noel, I reviewed the Instruction file for operating the Story Writing Machine. I didn?t find a single error,? said Babs proudly. ?Not one,? Noel asked in surprise. ?Not even a misspelling?? ?Nope,? said Babs bubbling over with so much happiness she started hopping up and down. ?And it didn?t take very long either.? Noel looked thoughtful and carefully avoided Babs bouncing succulent eye magnets. ?Why didn?t it take her long,? asked Maggie looking at Noel in slight confusion. ?I dunno. You ask her,? Noel said smiling to her self. Maggie looked curiously at Noel, shrugged and turned to Babs who was still hopping up and down which was making her humungus rack do all sorts of wondrous things. ?I . . . ah, where was I,? said Maggie after a long moment. Noel kept her smirk to herself. She had been eye stuck on that same pair of eye magnets many times before. ?You were going to ask her what her bra size is,? Noel said innocently. Maggie nodded, turned back to Babs who was still hopping up and down and promptly got eye stuck again. ?Wow,? said Maggie softly. Her head was going up and down in rhythm with Babs?s hopping. ?Why didn?t it take very long, Babs,? asked Maggie still eye stuck. (?Eye stuck doesn?t mean I?m brainless, Noel,? thought Maggi.) ?Because the file was empty,? said Babs clapping in delight and with that Babs let out a string of giggles that left little doubt she was pleased with herself. ?She gets like that every time they get wet,? Noel explained. ?Ah!? ?Zoom, sputter, cough, cough, Zoom, sputter, cough, cough.? With that all three girls turned and watched the erratic progress of the story writing machine. ?Who?s driving?? asks Babs peering out towards the swirling cloud of verbs, nouns and adjectives. ?Janet Ashworth. She wanted to try a celebratory lap. If the instruction file was empty, no wonder she?s having problems,? said Noel. ?Oh, I know her. Tall good looking girl, with legs that go all the way up to her . . .? ?Babs!? shouted Noel and Maggie in unison. ?Well they do,? Babs said defensively. ?Besides she always keeps sprinkling me with water and wanting me to hop up and down.? Noel and Maggie looked knowing