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The New Wife By Kelly Hunter Tim surveyed the house once more, and then again at the folded newspaper in his hand, this was it. He flung his shoulder length hair over his shoulder, straightened his wool skirt, and rubbed a little dirt off his high-heeled boot. "Here goes," he said to himself, as he walked up onto the front porch and pressed the doorbell. The house was situated on a nice suburban street in Connecticut, each house having a manicured front lawn, a two-car garage, with most likely having at least one Mercedes in each. A woman's heels echoed off the hardwood floor as they approached the large oak door, ceasing when the lock was turned. Slowly the massive door creaked open revealing a beautiful late twenties, pony-tailed blond inside. "Can I help you?" questioned the attractive female half hidden by the door. "Mrs. Johnson? I'm Tina Garrett; I'm here about the position? I called earlier." The door swung wider, revealing the curvaceous woman inside. "Oh yes, please come in, oh, and call me Jill." she answered, stretching out her finely manicured hand to the potential employee. "Did you find the place okay? These streets are kind of confusing if you don't know where you are going." "No real problem, besides, the cab knew where to go," she replied, closing the monolithic door behind her as she entered. "Wow, what a beautiful home you have. The neighborhood looks wonderful." "Thank you, and yes, this is a real safe area, real good for our kids. Please, follow me to the living room, we can talk there." Tim carefully studied the graceful steps of his hopefully new employer, paying close attention to her tight derriere, her long legs wrapped in finely tailored tan wool slacks, admiring how the tight brown cashmere sweater gently caressed her perfect breasts. He began to mimic her walk, but did not let Mrs. Johnson see him. "Please, have a seat. Now, tell me a little about yourself." Tim placed his bag next to his black leather boots as he sat down on the large couch, slightly angled with his lower legs crossed. He brushed out his skirt and proceeded with a smile, "Well, my name is Tina Garrett, I'm 23 years old, in my 3rd year at State for Child Psychology." "Impressive, but why would you want to be a Nanny? Surely you could get an internship somewhere?" "Yes, I probably could," Tim replied, if it were true that is, "but, I thought working with your kids directly would better prepare me for what lies ahead, since I don't have any children of my own, not yet anyway." As if on queue, two young children came running into the spacious living room. "Mommy! Mommy! We're home!" screamed the young girl, followed by her younger brother. "Daddy bwought us to the staw, and we got ice cweam!" the little boy shrieked as he dove onto the couch next to the auburn-haired visitor. "Who aw you?" Tim smiled at the cute little boy, and then at his sister as she stood next to her mother. Before she could answer, their mother spoke, "Kids, this is Tina, your new nanny." "Weally?" "Really?" Tim questioned. "I checked your references before you arrived, spoke to a Professor Albertson and a Doctor Petersen. They each said you were wonderful. I think you'll work out just fine." Once again she shook the hand of her new employee, the new boss' gold bracelet dangling around her wrist. "This is my daughter Heather, and that little bundle of energy, that's Mikey." "Pleased to meet you," stated the well-behaved Heather, reaching out her soft hand in greeting. "The pleasure is mine," Tim said with a grin, "and, how about you?" he asked, looking at the brown-haired boy. Mikey squinted his eyes as he looked over his new nanny before answering. "Hmm," he said, "you're too pweety to be a nanny," he said with a smile. "Do you think so?" Tim replied. Mikey nodded, "But I don't mind." The girls all giggled, but Tim knew one of them wouldn't be laughing soon; he had a greater plan. The back door could be heard closing and a strapping man in his mid thirties entered. He confidently entered the room wearing faded jeans, a grey sweatshirt from Harvard that complemented his smokey colored eyes and his short dark hair. "Hi honey." He said, as he leaned over and kissed his wife. "Who's this?" Before she could answer, Mikey blurted out, "Dis is owa new nanny!" Tim smiled, stood, and extended his hand. "My name is Tina Garrett, your wife just hired me." Tim enjoyed the strong, firm grip of the man in front of her. He started to imagine what it would be like having that grip on other parts of his body. He felt his encased member twitch. "Pleasure to meet you, I'm Michael. Welcome to the family." he stated. "I hope you'll enjoy being with us." Tim said to himself, "I will enjoy being one of you!" He smiled at his adopted family as little Mikey hugged his hips, pressing against his aroused hidden appendage; it pumped up harder. "Honey, why don't you show Tina her room upstairs. I ran into Wendy at the store, she's gonna take the kids a while this afternoon. I'm gonna jump in the shower." "Wendy said that? That's great, now I can do some shopping. Tina, follow me, let me show you your room." Tim once again followed the wife, this time up two flights of stairs, into the attic apartment, as the kids ran into the yard to play until their afternoon hostess arrived. The attic was actually a large room with a complete bathroom, plus a full walk-in closet on the far end. It was quite comfortable, and a lot nicer than the small apartment he had in the city. "Wow, this is wonderful!" Tim said with authentic flair. "Yes, we did this a few months ago, Michael got a nice promotion, so we could afford a nanny and to do this addition." "Really? Promotion?" This was getting better by the minute. "Yeah, at his firm, Vice President. He ends up traveling a lot, but the benefits are, well, obvious." Jill said unashamedly, motioning to the house and neighborhood. "Feel free to explore the house, I'm going to go do some shopping. After dinner, Michael will drive you back to school and get your stuff, how's that sound?" "Perfect." Tim replied, knowing this whole situation would be perfect. She smiled at him, waved goodbye. Jill closed the door behind her as she went downstairs; leaving what she thought was a young attractive female in the attic, but in reality was so much more. "This is perfect! They're loaded, have beautiful children, but they never expected me, not the real me." Laughing to himself, he flopped onto the bed and smiled. Thoughts raced through his head, plans evolved. With each passing moment his arousal pressed against the latex sheath he wore. He hiked up his skirt, and slid his hand behind panties and pantyhose, and pressed against his soft mound. Tim closed his eyes as his left hand clutched his breast, and his right reached inside, inside to rub against his engorged cock. He bucked gently on the bed, only to have his moment interrupted by the light-hearted squeal of the children outside. Slowly his breathing, and heart rate reduced. Tim sat up, smoothed out his skirt once more, and peered out the window into the backyard. He could see the kids playing on the swings located on the far end of the expansive yard. He turned and looked out the opposite window, he could see the front yard, the long driveway, and the street in the distance. He smiled a devilish smile. "I think I want to explore." He removed his high-heeled boots, revealing shapely legs covered in grey pantyhose. He determined it would be easier to check things out without his tall heels announcing his every move. Deftly he opened the door and headed down the stairs, stopping behind the wall at the bottom step. He could hear the shower running in the master bath, and watched as the woman of the house headed downstairs. Jill had changed into jeans and grey sweatshirt, with a white turtleneck underneath. Tim entered the hallway, and discovered the kids rooms and bathroom on the left, facing the road. She eyed up the master bedroom door on the opposite side of the hallway, and peeked down the steps, looking for Jill. She was nowhere to be seen. Quietly Tim pressed the door open, the shower noise became greater. He silently stepped inside and pushed the door closed again. He could see out the back windows, he could see the kids playing and watched as their mother approached them on the swings. He tiptoed over to the bathroom door and peeked inside. The steam was thick; obviously Michael liked hot showers, Tim thought things were going to get a lot hotter. Turning back to the bedroom, he saw the clothes Jill was wearing earlier, laying on the large canopied bed. "Hmm," he said to himself, and reached for the clothes. He held up the sweater against his chest and could feel his penis stirring once more as he watched Jill on the swings. The lovely slacks lay there, begging to be worn, and a delicious grin crossed his face. All the while watching the backyard, quickly Tim shed his wool skirt and black turtleneck sweater. Caressingly he slid into the tan slacks, and pulled the brown cashmere sweater over his reddish hair. He fit them perfectly, like they were made for him, like the life of Mrs. Michael Johnson was made for him; his penis swelled larger. Swiftly he found Jill's tan pumps she wore earlier, and found a scrunchie, pulling her hair back behind her head. To top off the ensemble, the gold bracelet was lying on the dresser. Taking her eyes away from the rear window only briefly, she admired herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the door. "Wow, apart from the face and hair, I could be her right now!" he said to himself. "I can fix those imperfections, but now, to see my 'husband.'" Turning on his newfound heels, he slowly pushed the bathroom door open and turned out the lights. "Honey?" came the voice from the steamy shower. "Shhhh," came the reply from the silhouette. A whisper came from the black figure. "I don't want Tina to hear us." "Hear what?" was his inquiry, only to have it answered with a lathered hand. The gold bracelet was barely visible as it gently rubbed over Michaels rear. Tim's left hand reached into his new slacks as his right found its target. Keeping one eye out the small bathroom window at the unsuspecting wife, the nanny gently stroked the husband's cock. "Oh honey!" "Shhh, quiet. We don't want anyone to hear." As firm as Michael's handshake was earlier, firmer still his cock grew. Tim was amazed at its girth, and the length reached twice passed his palm. His left hand found his own warm home, gently stroking himself, dreaming of the large cock in his hand penetrating his artificial vagina. Softly he moaned. Up and down his hand raced along the enormous cock, Michael holding himself up against the wall as his "wife" stroked him. "SHHHH, now, now, big boy." Michael's body quivered as the friction increased to a fever pitch. "Oh God!" he screamed a whisper, his hips pumping forward toward the wall, cum shooting into the tile. Simultaneously Tim whimpered as his enclosed penis exploded. Breathing heavily, he pulled the curtain slightly aside and kissed the weakened man. Their lips met, their tongues danced briefly, and in a flash, she was gone. He was left there to compose himself, as the light switched back on and the door closed. "Wasn't expecting that!" he says to himself. Tim overheard his "husband's" declaration, and said to him, "expect a lot of things you weren't ready for!" Weak-kneed he re-entered the bedroom, and saw out of the corner of his eye, the real Jill heading back to the house with the kids following. "Better get changed," he says, and swiftly removed the wonderful clothing, stepping back into his skirt and turtleneck, and placed the items back in their respective spots on the bed and dresser. No sooner had he left the master bedroom and closed the door, he heard a car horn at the front of the house. Taking a deep breath, he took one step away from the door when Jill called up the steps. "Tina?" Tim took the few steps to the top of the stairs and looked down. "Yes?" Tim answered, his voice a little wavering. "Wendy's here to pick up the kids, would you like to go to the mall with me?" "Uh, sure, just give me a minute, I, uh, have to use the bathroom. I'll be down in a moment." "Great, I'll be upfront talking to Wendy, when you're ready." With that Jill ushered her kids out the front door, and followed them out. Meanwhile, Tim, grinning ear to ear, bounded up the steps into his new bathroom. Quickly he cleared up his end of the shower episode, slipped into his tall leather boots once more, and floated down the steps. Reaching the bottom step, he softly ran into Michael emerging from the bedroom, with only a towel wrapped around his midsection. "Oops!" Tim said and his hand gently brushed against the statuesque man's hidden penis. "Oh, excuse me. You okay?" the man of the house questioned, grabbing Tim's upper arms to steady the high-heeled young woman. More "firm" thoughts ran through Tim's mind. "Sorry about that, you look a little red. Hot shower?" "Um, yeah, you could say that. Have you seen Jill?" "Yeah, she went outside, Wendy is here to get Heather and Mikey." The new nanny slowly backed away from the man he so deliciously touched just a few minutes earlier. Suddenly, the front door re-opened. "Honey, you're out?" Jill called out up the large staircase. "Tina and I are heading to the store for a while." Tim started down the steps, making an effort to swing his hips ever so seductively. "We'll see you later, Hon'!" Jill went out, leaving the door slightly ajar as Tim sashayed down the steps. He said to himself, "Yeah, I'll see you later, Hon'!" Tim turned and watched as the quiet husband re-entered his bedroom, his towel growing taut in the front. He smiled as he closed the door behind, "Oh, this is going to be wonderful." *** The sky was already dark at 7 o'clock in October, the streets darker still. The ride back into the city to get his things gave him plenty of opportunity to reflect on his day. Upon leaving the man sitting next to him in the SUV, he had accompanied Jill Johnson to the mall. The entire 3 hours he carefully studied her character. He paid close attention to the way she walked, how she said her words, and the catch phrases she would use. Physically, they were pretty close, their proportions were very similar, at least his artificial proportions were a match. Besides just looking at her the whole time shopping, wearing her clothes earlier proved the notion; that they were the same size. He was looking forward to trying her husband on for size, too. "So, what do think so far?" asked the driver, periodically turning his head to look at the young woman. "About what?" Tim replied. "Well, the situation. Those kids can be a handful, not to mention me." Tim smiled and said to himself, "Oh, you're more than a handful!" Before he could reply aloud, the 'chauffeur' continued. "Yeah, things are going well. I travel a lot, but it pays off. In four weeks we're off to the Cayman Islands for a week. Couldn't do that if we weren't doing well." "Cayman Islands? Wow, I've never been there." Tim said. "Four weeks?!" he said to himself. "I've got four weeks to complete this plan, otherwise Jill would come back with a tan, and a tan would be difficult to reproduce right now." It's a good thing he picked up those specific items this afternoon at the drug store. "492 west 85th St." Michael said, slowing his car to a stop in front of a large building. "Need me to come up?" "I'd love for you to come up," Tim said, wishing to imply a double meaning, "but that really isn't necessary. Parking around here is terrible, and I'm pretty much packed already. I'll probably only be 5 minutes or so, is that okay?" "Sure, I'll be here." With that, the young lady undid the door and exited the vehicle. She used her key and entered the massive structure. Soon she was on the 17th floor unlocking the door to 'Tina's' small studio apartment. No sooner had she locked the door behind her did the phone ring. Tim walked over to the small table in the corner puzzled at which phone of the three was ringing. On the third ring, she picked up the old grey phone, and with an elderly voice said, "Hello?" "Professor Albertson? This is Mrs. Johnson. I called you the other day for a reference on Tina Garrett?" "Oh yes, yes, why hello dear," Tim replied, smiling broadly as he spoke with the tone of an older woman. "How are you?" "Great! I just wanted to thank you on recommending Tina to us, she seems wonderful." Gushed the younger woman on the other end of the receiver. "We hired her today, she's starting tomorrow." "Oh, that's great! She's a terrific girl, smart, caring, and great with kids," Tim touted, blowing his own horn a little. "I just wanted to call and thank you again." "My pleasure, Mrs. Johnson, take care now, bye-bye." "Thanks again, good night." There was a 'click' on the other end, assuring Tim that Jill had hung up. Tim hung his receiver up convinced that once again fooled the unsuspecting housewife. He smiled from ear to ear as he quickly gathered his items from the bathroom and tossed them into a plastic shopping bag. He placed it on top of large trunk as he slipped the strap of an overnight bag over his shoulder. Looking around once more he said to himself, "No more little apartment, welcome new home and family!" He reached for the door to unlock it when another phone from the table began to beckon. Taking his hand off the knob and picking up the black handset, he spoke in elderly man's voice, "Doctor Petersen speaking." *** "I thought I had to end up coming to get you," playfully complained Michael Johnson, as he drove over the bridge with Tina Garrett sitting next to him. He caught himself staring at her grey legs in the sexy leather boots; he quickly turned his attention back to the road. Tim was aware of the attention his legs were receiving, but continued as if he hadn't noticed. "Sorry 'bout that. It just so happened that I got a couple of phone calls..." "Popular, aren't we?" He chuckled. "I wish." Tim giggled back, knowing his wish would soon come true. "You packed nicely, one big trunk like that, quite heavy though." "Yeah, but I have everything that is important to me in there." The small talk continued as the traffic lessened, and the street lights became further and further apart. Tim listened intently as the attractive man spoke lovingly about his wife, how they met, and their children. He knew, that if this was going to work, he had to know as much as possible about his soon to be new husband, and Michael's soon to be ex-wife. He discovered that they met in a trendy clothing store in Manhattan. She was the store manager as he was searching for clothes after graduation. When they had gotten married, he was on the fast track at his firm, while she attained the position of District Manager. Life was grand, and then she became pregnant with Heather, and soon thereafter, Mikey. Michael also admitted things became a little difficult between them after the kids were born, and Jill maintaining her position. They grew a little distant, but things got better when she suddenly decided to quite her job while he was away on a long trip. He confessed he was totally surprised when he reached home, but they've been happy ever since. Tim realized that Jill must have come to her senses, having two wonderful kids, a home to die for, which she will, and an extremely handsome young husband. "What more could she want?" Tim smiled to himself for a moment while there was a lull in the conversation. Suddenly the car swerved, but Michael righted the SUV on the road and continued around the bend. "Sorry about that, I always do that on 'Dead-Man's Curve." He wasn't willing to admit, not even to himself, that he was once again staring at the attractive legs of his traveling companion as the skirt had ridden higher up her silky covered thighs. "Dead-Man's Curve?" questioned the auburn head attached to the lovely legs. "What? Oh, yeah, Dead-man's curve," stuttered the driver. "Rumor has it, several years ago a car went of the road here, right over the cliff, crashing on the rocks below." "Really?" Tim replied inquisitively. "Yeah, accidents happen here all the time, but the rumor says that the guy who went over here was burned beyond recognition." "No kidding!" the female responded, as the ideas began to swirl in his head on how to possibly rid himself of his future twin. "I don't think they ever figured out who the guy was behind the wheel," he continued. "Hmmm," Tim said softly, knowing full well what to do with this revelation. They sat quietly has they turned up their street and into the driveway. The engine shut off and they got out and headed for the back of the SUV. "Here, take your two bags, I'll get the trunk." "You sure, I can help y'know?" Tim questioned in his best helpless female voice. "No. It's okay, just get the door." Michael easily lifted it out of the back of the truck and carried up two flights of stairs. Tim's constant erection pumped strong as he watched the man gently place it down next to the closet. He motioned as to give the man a tip; Michael laughed, said goodnight, and quietly exited the room, closing the door behind him. The lovely young woman once again stepped out of the luscious boots, and pranced over to the large, black trunk. Producing a key from his purse, he opened the lid to reveal his 'important' things. Inside laid the items with which to take over someone else's life, raw latex, mold-making compounds, hair coloring, the works. "Ah, Mrs. Johnson, your life is mine." *** The two weeks went along nicely, as 'Tina' got acquainted with the Johnson's routine. Jill would be out and about shopping, doing volunteer work at the community animal shelter near by, Michael off to work in the city, Heather going to 2nd grade, and little Mikey in preschool. He got to spend quite a lot of time with the woman of the house, giving Tim plenty of time to study his mark. Jill actually let him drive a 5-year old Honda that he didn't know they had. An extra bonus he hadn't counted on, but he knew that shortly he would graduate to the Mercedes Jill was driving, and he had only 3 more weeks to get that 'diploma'. Michael was going away for a few days on business, giving Tim the opportunity to put his plan into motion. He already had the kids wrapped around his finger; they were quite fond of Tina. Michael had grown quite comfortable around him, especially trusting him with the children. Jill, she started to treat "Tina" like a friend, and not just the nanny she thought him to be. "Tina, doing anything tonight?" Jill asked from the kitchen as she put away the last of the dishes. "Nothing really, why?" Tim answered, hoping this could be an opportune moment. "Well, with Michael leaving this afternoon, I figure after I put the kids to bed, perhaps you would like to watch a movie with me, share a bottle of wine?" "That sounds really nice. I'll come down around eight- thirty, how's that sound?" "Great, kids'll be in bed, then we can relax." Jill smiled; she always did like a nice glass of wine in the evening. She had no idea how much Tina was going to enjoy that glass of wine. Tim ran upstairs, he had about an hour until things started to go his way, and he needed that time to prepare. He ducked into the kid's rooms and gave them each a kiss, then went upstairs, and locked the door. Stripping out of her jeans and turtleneck, she walked around in her bra and panties as she began to prepare. She pulled out the black trunk from the closet and opened it up. She checked the clock, and then began mixing together some items. Before she knew it, it was 8:20. Leaving the trunk open on the other side of the bed, she slid into some baggy sweatpants and oversized t-shirt, stuffing a small vial into her pocket, one she picked up on that first day. Tim left the room, and headed down the stairs. She reached the 2nd floor as Jill was leaving Mikey's room and heading towards Heather's. "Tina, I'll be down in a second, the wine is in the fridge." "I'll go ahead an open it, okay?" "Perfect, I'll be down in a sec." Tim went down the stairs as he watched Jill enter her daughter's room. When the door closed, he bounded down the steps and ran into the kitchen. Quickly he pulled two glasses from the cabinet. Pulling the vial from his pocket, he deftly emptied the contents of two capsules into one of the glasses, making sure it completely disappeared when he filled them with wine. Jill never ate a large dinner, she was always taking care of the kids, so the wine with the extra additive would surely take over her in a short time. He was just reaching the oversized couch as Jill came down the stairs. She too had changed into a nightgown and robe. Tim took a sip from his glass as he handed Jill hers. "Boy, I can sure use this! I'm so tired today." Jill exclaimed as she uncharacteristically plopped down on the couch. "The kids wore me out today!" "They can do that," stated 'Tina', as he watched Jill take a large gulp of wine. Before the movie was ten minutes in, Jill was already on her second glass. Tim purposely stopped conversing, knowing that if Jill were not talking, she would soon be asleep. Only ten minutes later, Jill was fast asleep, with help from the wine and the sleeping capsules hidden there in. Tim reached over and touched the woman's hand, no movement. He stood up and cupped her right breast, and still she lay there. He undid her robe and nightgown, and finally had an unfettered look at her body. It was beautiful. Her size C breasts gently heaved up and down with each soft breath. Her tight stomach showed no signs of having given birth to two wonderful children, her hips gently curved around her small blond mound. He softly touched the forbidden hair; Jill moaned softly, Tim smiled. Quietly he undressed himself and lay naked next to her. He was a little bit taller, but quite unnoticeable, her hips were very similar, but Jill's breasts were larger. "Ah, that's easy to fix," he said to himself, then gently rolled on his side and hugged the woman. She sighed softly, and cooed. The hidden man smiled a devilish smile, stood up and redressed. Covering the naked form lying on the couch, he quickly but quietly ran to his room. Once there, he grabbed the mixed latex, two straws, and a bathing cap. With this, he preceded back downstairs. He laid Jill out on the floor, over an extra shower curtain. He removed her clothes once more and started to create a mold of her upper body. He used the straws as air lines to her nose, the bathing cap to protect her blond tresses. He thoroughly covered her face and breasts with cream; this would allow the mold to come off easy. He poured the latex concoction over the sleeping beauty. He had another glass of wine and watched the rest of the movie, always keeping an ear out for the kids. The children never stirred the whole time as Tim slowly removed the rubber mold. A perfect negative of the beauty lying there was in his hands. Carefully he carried it back upstairs into his closet. He returned, cleaning up the unconscious woman, returning her clothes to her body, and lifting her back into position on the couch. He covered her with the afghan off the back of the couch and wrote her a note. 'Jill, I enjoyed last night. You fell asleep, instead of waking you, I just covered you up. Hope that was okay. We should do it again tonite, see ya' in the morning, Tina.' *** "Oh, I've never slept so soundly," exclaimed Jill entering the kitchen. Tina was already there feeding the kids. "Gud mawning, Mommy!" little Mikey shouted. He was already dressed and ready for school. Heather was finishing her cereal as she watched her mother pour herself a cup of coffee. "You look rested, Mom." said Heather. "I didn't sleep to good, I was restless." Tim stopped what he was doing to listen closer. "Really honey? I'm sorry, anything wrong?" The attentive mother asked. "I don't know, something, but I don't know what." Heather answered. "You have that test today in school, don't you?" Tim interjected. "That must be it sweetheart. I'm sure you'll do fine." Jill comforted. She hugged her young daughter and went to her purse on the counter. "Here, Tina, this is for you." She held out a cell phone towards the nanny. "It's just like mine, special deal, buy one, get one." "Thanks!" the nanny replied. "I figure, it didn't cost me anything to keep in touch, and since you run the kids around a lot, it's better to be safe than sorry." The bus horn honked from outside, turning Tim's attention away from the small device. Heather quickly grabbed her bag, kissed 'Tina', punched Mikey, and ran out the door. "Hey! Mawm!" squealed the pugilistic receiver. "C'mon Mikey, we gotta get you to school too," stated the nanny. "I'm gonna run to the store afterwards, you need anything Jill?" "Going to the mall again, huh? Going to see that store manager at the Gap? Hmmm?" Jill playfully inquired. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Oh c'mon, that Mark fellow has got his eyes on you. I used to work with him, remember? Don't tell me you never noticed? "Um, no, not really. I'm kinda oblivious to that stuff." Tim never did notice Mark's overtures, he knew whom he was, and that he was very good looking, but never really noticed. Perhaps he was too focused on his plans. "I'm weddy!" screamed the young voice from the front door. Tim's face blushed thinking about the young store manager, but no one could see it, covered in thin, soft latex. Jill smiled a wry smile as "Tina' quickly grabbed her keys and the phone, and ran out to the car to bring her young companion to school. After dropping off the young pupil, Tim continued his errands. He ran to the pharmacy and sneakily stole the hair-coloring chart; tonight he would match Jill's hair. He was on his way home, driving around 'Dead-man's Curve' when his new cell phone started to ring. He nearly ran off the road until he realized what was happening. After regaining control, he picked up the phone and spoke, "Hello?" "Jill, is that you?" came the male voice from the other end. "Uh, no, this is Tina." He replied. "Oh Tina, this is Michael. Is Jill there?" "No, she must have given me the wrong phone this morning. She must have mine." "No problem, tell her I'll be home late tomorrow night, but have to leave early again the next day, okay?" "Will do, see ya' then. Bye." Tim took a moment to find the right button to hang up, and smiled. "Tomorrow night, huh? That'll give me an opportunity to get to know 'my husband' a little bit better." His hidden friend twitched hard thinking about the firm hands of Michael. He giggled to himself thinking about tomorrow night, all the way home. That night proceeded just like the night before. As Jill put the children to bed, Tim decided to be bold and wear his new breasts that matched his rival. He smiled as their heavier weight tugged at his chest. He stood up straight, staring at his naked chest in the mirror. He test fitted the mask; it fit like a glove. The hair was close but not quite the right color, but easily corrected. "Tina? You coming down?" the voice at the bottom of the steps inquired. The masked lips smiled at the mirror, "In minute, get the movie, I'll grab the wine." Quietly he removed the mask and put on a baggy sweatshirt to hide his suddenly swollen chest. Once again 'Tina' carried out the wine, but his time Jill had not gotten changed. "You're still dressed?" implored the nanny. "Oh, yeah, Wendy's coming by to drop something off, I didn't want to appear all sloppy." "When is she coming by?" Tim asked, hoping this wouldn't ruin his evening. "Well, her son works at the mall, and she was coming by after picking him up, so around ten, I guess, why?" "Just wondering, that's all." He didn't hesitate giving the woman her designated glass, and in no time, she was once again, passed out on the couch. Methodically Tim matched her hair color to the chart, and quickly ran to the store to get the right package. In no time he looked at the mask of his employer and held it next to the sleeping woman, it was a perfect match. He playfully slid it on and ran to the master bedroom. He deftly applied make-up to match the young wife. No sooner had he accomplished this he heard a young voice softly cry out, "Mommy?" Stopping dead in his tracks, Tim thought quickly what to do. He removed the mask and peered out the bedroom door. Heather's door was still closed but it was her voice the beckoned. He swiftly left the room and crossed the hall. "What is it sweetheart? It's Tina." She said as she opened the bedroom door. "I can't sleep again." Heather whimpered. "Where's Mommy/" "Um, she's downstairs right now," he said, trying to comfort her. "Can she come up a minute?" "Uh," 'Tina' stammered, but then convincingly said, "She's busy right now, but I'll send her up in a little while, okay?" "Okay," answered the little one. "Now try and go back to sleep," and with that Tim left the room and ran across the hall. He grabbed the mask and quietly dashed upstairs. Grabbing the right contents from the trunk, he removed the face of Tina from his head, replacing it with that of Jill's. Quickly he secured the mask over his baldhead, making the joint lines disappear. Satisfied, he ran back downstairs, all the way back to the living room. He knew that if was going to pull this off, he needed the clothes Heather had seen her mother wearing last, the clothes that adorned the resting body on the couch. The current Mrs. Michael Johnson lay silent as the twin started to undress her. Gently she pulled off her tan pumps. She lifted off her white turtleneck, revealing a beautiful silk bra. She rolled her over and unzipped the light brown wool skirt, and slid it off the lifeless body. Standing there Tim realized that he would look wrong without a bra, and since he didn't have one for his new chest, he had to take hers. While still face down, he undid the clasp of the bra and wriggled off. He placed the sweater and skirt down and wrapped his new bosom in the soft fabric. It fit perfectly, like he knew it would. He saw the matching white panties as they hid behind the nude pantyhose and knew he wanted the complete package. Carefully he slid the pantyhose off the gorgeous legs, and then the soft silky thong. His hidden penis strained against its bonds, as he held the gentle fabric. He could 'feel' the thong and pantyhose on his legs as he gingerly pulled them on. He felt magnificent in the role. "Mommy?" came a voice from the top of the stairs. Quietly clearing his voice, he regained his composure, and answering in his practiced motherly voice, said "Honey, go back to bed, I'll be there in a minute." "Okay," came a soft answer, followed by the click of the bedroom door closing. She moved quickly as she slid into the skirt, simultaneously stepping into the tan pumps. Carefully she pulled the thick white turtleneck over her newly blond hair, tucking it into her skirt. She mad a dash for the steps, but stopped cold and returned to the now nearly naked body lying on the couch. A soon to be completely naked woman as the new Jill removed her rings and necklace and slipped them onto her fingers and neck as she made her way up the steps. "Honey? What's wrong?" answered the new mother as she entered Heather's bedroom, her silhouette lit by the hallway light. "I can't sleep. I'm having nightmares." "Here, here, let me hold you." For ten minutes her mom cradled the young girl, rocking her back to sleep. Quietly Tim laid the girl down and stepped out of the room deftly closing the door. He whispered a giggle, as she was ecstatic over the charade. He confidently strode into the master bedroom as if it were his own. She danced in front of the full-length mirror, admiring her incredible likeness to her unconscious employer. The new housewife noticed the clock and suddenly realized that Wendy would be here any moment. Tim made his way upstairs and grabbed the mask, the one he wore as Tina, and took it downstairs. He swiftly pulled the real Jill's hair back into a ponytail, and slipped the Tina mask over the sleeping head. Gently he pressed the eye sockets against the warm skin, the residual glue keeping it in place over the closed eyes. No sooner had she thrown the afghan over the naked form, there was a soft knocking at the front door. As he stepped towards the door, he dimmed the lights and checked the motionless figure on the couch; it looked exactly like Tina, the nanny, sleeping on the couch. He smiled as he reached the door, his heels clicking on the hardwood floor, reminding him of the first day he arrived. The new Jill peered out the window before opening the door, seeing Wendy's car in the driveway with its lights on and motor running. Smoothing out his new skirt and accidentally rubbing against his engorged cock made him tremble a moment in his 4 inch heels. Steadying himself as he held the door handle, he turned it, revealing Wendy standing on the other side. "Hey Jill," greeted the woman from beyond the screen door. "Hey Wendy," answered the newly created woman from inside. He opened the screen door and let in Jill's friend. "Shh, don't make too much noise, the kids are sleeping, and Tina's on the couch zonked out," he said, motioning to the dimly lit couch. Wendy peered into the shaded area to see the expressionless face of the nanny lying motionless on the large couch. "She looks so peaceful," the guest stated, "like I said to you before, she really is beautiful." Tim smiled Jill's smile, taking great pride in the well-constructed body and face of Tina Garrett. "Here's Mikey's jacket from last week when I picked them up." "Oh, thanks, Tina was wondering where that was," Tim said, taking the small red and blue jacket from the woman. "I have to tell you, Jill, you look fantastic!" 'Jill' smiled again. "I swear, your tits still stand up like they were new. It's amazing after two kids you still look amazing!" "Thanks Wendy," Tim gushed, "I've worked real hard on getting this figure, you know?" implying something other than what Wendy was interpreting. "I'm pretty confident I can keep it too!" he finished with a flourish. "Man, Michael is the luckiest guy in the world." "No, I think I'm the luckiest woman in the world." Tim's thoughts once again returned to the firm hands of Jill's husband. The car horn woke him out of his little wet daydream, as Wendy turned to the door once more. Meanwhile, Tim turned to check to see if the noise had awoken "Tina", but the nanny still lay still. "Oh, before I forget," Wendy blurted, "Next Monday, I can't make our usual night out thing. I have to travel to Pittsburgh for Danny's folk's anniversary. Sorry." "Oh, that's okay, we'll get together when you get back." 'Jill' comforted, as he gave his 'old friend' a hug goodbye. "You'd better get going before Jimmy honks the horn again." "Yeah, impatient teenagers!" quipped the leaving woman. "Oh here," she added, "here are the keys to the house, could you drop once in a while and bring in the mail?" "Not a problem! What are friends for? You'd better get going. Drive safe, have a good trip!" Tim said outwardly, inwardly he thought the opportunity to become the real Jill Johnson had shown itself. His eyes locked on the diamond ring on his finger as he closed the door. His thought raced through his head on how he could use that moment to gain permanent ownership of the ring. He smiled as the car drove off; he turned off the porch light. *** The rest of the night passed without further interruption. Tim, appearing as Jill, went through the closet in the master bedroom, admiring all the new clothes he would get to wear, soon enough. Very early in the morning he gently removed Tina's face from his employer, and shed his newfound Jill persona. The change would be permanent soon; he just had to wait for the right moment. Once again Jill found herself on the couch when she awoke. "Boy, I need to go to bed earlier." She said, not seeing Tina walk towards the kitchen. "Mornin' sleepy head," chuckled Tim, having much deeper reasons to laugh. "You're no fun to watch movies with," he continued, "you keep falling asleep!" "I'm sorry Tina, this isn't like me. Did Wendy stop by?" "Uh, yeah, she dropped off Mikey's coat. She didn't say much." "Mawning, Mommy!" shouted a streaking mound of messy hair into the kitchen. "By the way, you accidentally gave me your phone yesterday," 'Tina' stated, handing the cell phone to the yawning woman. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wondered why Michael hadn't called." Jill took the phone from 'Tina'. "Did he reach you instead?" questioned the blond woman as she rubbed her eyes and stretched. "Um, yeah, he said he wouldn't home for a few days, to let you know," Tim answered as the sleepy wife switched the phones in her purse, returning with the right one. "Oh, well, I guess I'll see him in a few days then." The wife said, handing over the small device before she made her way up the steps into her room. Tim watched as his mind worked. "Oh, Michael will see his wife, but he won't be seeing you!" Tim said to himself, his hidden friend retaining his morning erection. The rest of the day passed as normal, kids at school, Jill volunteering, and Tina at the store. She purposely walked to the Gap and flirted with the manager. Tim noticed the bulge in his khakis, and giggled as he left with Mark's phone number. Jill really was right. She then went to the pharmacy and got more "medicine" for Jill, and some other sedative that would need to be injected. She knew the few syringes she had "borrowed" from her diabetic friend in the city would come in handy right now. She then made her way home, once again going around "Dead-Man's Curve", just for the sheer excitement it brought, and the excitement it will bring for the rest of 'her' life. Dinner came and went, and in no time, Jill was stuffing the kids into bed and Tina was pouring the wine. This evening however, Jill was breaking her routine. "Not tonight, Tina." She said, waving her hand at the glass and awaiting couch. "Huh?" "I'm going to bed early tonight. Two days in a row I've woken up on the couch, I think I want to sleep in my bed tonight." "But I've already poured you a glass," Tina pleaded. "C'mon, sit, drink the wine, watch a little TV, and then go to bed." "Okay, just a little while, and just one glass." The wife and mother sat on the couch and sipped at her glass. Tim just sat and admired the woman he was about to become. Jill stared at the TV as Tim admired her beauty and sophistication. Today she was wearing brown high-heeled boots, ones the showed off her amazing long legs. The stiletto heels requiring balance and grace. She wore a dark green suede skirt, one that reached just above her knees, with a small slit over her right thigh. Covering her fine breasts was an off-white heavy turtleneck, slightly long with an over-sized brown belt holding it tight around her delicate waist. Wendy was right, Jill was in amazing shape for having two kids, two wonderful kids he might add. "Well, it's nine-thirty, I'm going to bed." "Here, chug this little bit in your glass, don't waste it." The nanny said, holding her glass towards her. Jill took the glass and in one shot, downed the remaining contents. She smiled as she handed back the glass, and waved as she went upstairs to go to bed. Tim's erection grew strong as he watched her hips sway up the steps. He could see in her walk that the 'medicine' was already taking effect, in a few minutes; he could go have some fun. He waited until ten, and then went in motion. He ran upstairs and got a syringe full of sedative, and headed back down to the master bedroom. Careful not to wake anyone, he slowly turned the knob and entered the darkened room. Even without turning on the lights, he could here her snoring. He knew he could move without her waking up for a while, but the syringe would make the unconsciousness last all night. Quietly he turned on the small table lamp next to the bed, confirming what his ears heard. Jill was fast asleep, face down, barely under the covers. She apparently had enough energy to get changed; she was in a baggy nightshirt, her beautiful clothes lying in a pile near the foot of the bed. Tim pulled the covers carefully down, and raised the nightgown to reveal her nice tight ass. Gently he pressed the needle into her skin, and pushed the plunger down, emptying the contents into her right cheek. "That will keep you asleep until well into morning." Tim said confidently. Not knowing what Michael's version of 'very late' was, he quickly went into action. The toughest part was to bring the lifeless wife up to her room in the attic; with a little struggle, he succeeded. He slid her into his bed, and then went down to get her clothes. Gathering up the boots, skirt, sweater and things, she dashed back upstairs, After checking the sleeping beauty once more, he carefully removed the Tina mask, and once again slid it over Jill's head. "Just in case anyone looks in here," he thought to himself. Swiftly he got dressed. He started for the door, when he stopped. "Almost forgot again," the new wife said, making his way over to the bed. Sliding the sleeping figures fingers into his mouth, he carefully removed the diamond engagement ring, and the beautiful gold wedding band. "Soon, these will be mine permanently." 'Jill" slid the rings onto her finger as she made her way downstairs. She reached the living room when she heard a car pull up out front. The new wife peered out the window to see 'her' husband getting dropped off by the car service, and make his way to the door. Tim's penis immediately grew erect as he watched the man head towards the door. He almost came within himself as the doorknob turned and the man entered. "Oh hi honey! I didn't expect to see you up." He said, pleasantly surprised. "I've missed you," the loving wife said, reaching his arms around the man's neck and pulling his head down to kiss him, just like he had seen Jill do it several times. Tim's right leg naturally lifted up as he stood precariously on the toe of her left boot. Michael dropped his bags and slid his hands around her waist, lifting her off the ground, Michael's growing erection felt through Tim's leather skirt. Slowly he dropped her to the ground, her left heel once again making contact with the hard wood floor. "Hmm, you seem frisky tonight?" the tall husband stated. "C'mon, I just opened some wine, start a fire and let's sit for a while." Michael agreed and started a fire; 'Jill' turned down the lights and played some soft music. 'She' poured them some wine, giving him the glass Jill had earlier, Tim figured any 'medicine' left over would only make it more enjoyable. Michael reclined on to the couch, one leg off the ground. 'Jill' crawled from the other end, climbing onto his broad chest. Tim looked into his eyes, and could see the lust in the man's eyes; the new wife tilted 'her' head and pressed 'her' lips into his. It started slow, but soon 'her' tongue probed his lips apart, French kissing him deeply as his hands left his sides and fondled his wife's derriere. He slid his hand up her silken thigh, pushing the skirt up higher. The wife disengaged their lips, and began to nuzzle his ear, as his hand one hand found 'her' ass; the other fondled 'her' breast. 'She' moaned loudly as the music played and the fire began to roar. "Shhh, don't want to wake the kids," Michael said playfully. "Ohhh," Tim whispered, "Don't worry, they won't hear a thing." The person who was the nanny was sure of this for he had slipped some 'medicine' into the kid's juice before going to bed, they won't wake up until morning. The new wife pushed herself up, and swung her long blond hair to one side, revealing a devilish smile. "Y'know, I never did thank you for the surprise in the shower two weeks ago." The man said, raising his eyebrows. "Well, don't mention it. Let me see how he's doing." With that, the 'woman' stood up and swung the man's legs to the floor. She knelt down between his knees, and gently undid his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down the zipper. His massive erection was pressing against the silk boxers; she softly pushed them down to reveal his manhood. Tim could feel his own press hard against the latex, screaming to be touched. Michael repositioned himself, and laid his hands on her shoulders. 'She' gently removed them, placing them at his side. "Just sit back and enjoy." The kneeling woman said, and slowly slipped her red lips around his cock. Michael closed his eyes and leaned his head back as his wife gently slid up and down his long shaft. Stopping only to catch his breath, Tim peeked up to see the man losing control; he slowed down, nearly stopping. "What's...(huff, huff) wrong?" he questioned. "Nothing," she said, as she licked her lips, "I just want it to last a little longer." The amorous wife climbed up the prone man, reaching his lips once more. She firmly rubbed her pelvis into his erection as she kissed him, feeling it through the latex, pressing against his body. Tim's erection grew stronger itself as his tongue swirled around the mouth of the handsome husband. Once again Michael reached for his wife's body, only to be rebuked once more. "Uh, uh, uh," the 'woman' said, "feel, but don't touch." Sliding 'her' way back down, 'she' gently grabbed his throbbing member holding firmly until 'her' lips found his head again. Tim was on his knees again, this time playing with Michael's cock with his tongue and right hand, as his own left hand had slipped into his suede skirt. The diamond on his wedding finger softly scratched his leg as he found his penis hidden behind the false vagina. In unison he probed his fingers inside himself as his head bobbed up and down of the raging cock as the saliva reflected the orange glow of the fire. Michael's hips began to tremor as his cock repeatedly pressed against the back of his wife's throat. 'Jill' instinctively knew 'her' husband was about to cum and grabbed the man's idle hands and placed them on 'her' head. Softly he moaned as he lost control of his mounting pressure in his loins, as his wife maintained the rhythm, her wet lips rising and falling over the rigid flesh. Michael lost it; his head grew large and burst open into his wife's mouth. 'Jill' greedily swallowed as 'her' own semen flowed. Michael's hips bucked as his wife continued to mouth his organ, and continued to plunge her hand inside herself. 'She' never lost her oral grip on his cock as 'her' own hips rocked with intensity, 'her' fingers getting sticky in the process. She closed her eyes and smiled. Michael was nearly passed out when his breathing finally returned to normal. "Boy, you haven't done that in a while!" he panted. "Complaining?" quipped his 'wife'. "Not at all,' he quickly retorted. "Just, well, you've been quite surprising lately. Is it because we have a Nanny now?" "Well, I guess you could say that." Wobbly the young wife stood, straightening out her skirt and sweater, balancing precariously in 'her' boots. "C'mon, let's go to bed." Taking a deep breath, Michael stood and pulled up his pants. Before his wife could take two steps, he scooped her up in his arms and gently carried her up to the room. 'She' giggled like a new bride as he carried her across the threshold of their bedroom. "I'd love to continue this... affair," he conceded, "but unfortunately I have to be out of here at 6 am," as he gently placed her on the bed. "Really?" 'Jill' said, in her most disappointed voice. "Yeah, but I'll be in the city tomorrow," the sturdy husband continued, "I might have a few hours in the evening before I have to fly out to L.A. Tina can watch the kids, come in, I promise you a fantastic time." "Hmm, okay where? When?" Tim questioned, his flaccid member finding new life. "I'll call you, tomorrow, during the day," he promised, kissing her forehead before entering the bathroom for a quick shower. 'She' slipped off her boots as the shower began to rain down on the muscular man. "Hmmm, 'I'll call you' huh?" Tim said to himself. Silently the wife left the bedroom and went upstairs, into the nanny's quarters. Seeing that the real wife was still sleeping, he reached into his bag and found Tina's cell phone. He then wrapped a rubber band around the buttons, making the tone sound constantly. He then buried it in a towel, and stuffed it in his oversized bag, and threw it in the back of his closet. Smiling to 'herself', the duplicate wife scurried back downstairs, back to the large bed. 'Jill' turned off the overhead light, and switched on the small lamp next to the bed. Finding 'her' husbands silk pajamas, 'she' quickly shed her clothes, leaving them in a pile at the foot of the bed, and put on the pajama top. Although 'she' left her panties on, she removed the bra, allowing 'her' breasts to show clearly through the smooth fabric. Hearing the shower stop, she climbed into bed and watched enjoyably as 'her' husband came out naked from the bathroom. 'Jill's hidden erection once again grew as Michael dried himself with a towel, his flaccid yet still large penis hanging so securely to his groin. Finally he found a clean pair of boxers and slipped into his pajama pants, and entered the bed himself. He curled up next to his lovely wife, her smile radiating from her face. "That was wonderful," he said softly, as he spooned her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist. "I love you," 'Jill' said, turning 'her' lips towards him. "I love you too," he answered. They passionately kissed again. Tim so much wanted to engage in some more amorous relations, but he knew, anything more might keep his new husband from getting up in time, something he didn't want to happen, not yet anyway. So, they fell asleep, the beautiful wife in the arms of her handsome husband, each with a smile on their face, but each with different reasons. *** The replacement wife awoke when 'she' heard 'her' husband stirring in the bathroom. Smiling, 'she' turned to see the small clock on the end table; it read 5:45. Rolling back over, the young woman reached 'her' hand, under the covers, to caress her morning erection. "Last night was wonderful," Tim said to himself, "but that was only the beginning." He hopped out of bed and entered the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, Michael was shaving his chiseled jaw. He smiled as his wife entered. "Good morning, lover," he said, watching his wife in the mirror as 'she' approached from behind. Not saying a word, 'Jill' wrapped 'her' arms around his torso and gave a squeeze. Seeing Michael's reflection in the silver glass, the woman's hands slid downward, into the front of his pajamas. He continued to shave as the soft hand gently stroked his other head awake. 'Little Michael' woke up in no time, the head poking out the top of his pajamas. Tim pressed his hips into the man 'she' had made love to last night, feeling the pressure of his tight ass against 'her' hidden erection. Michael had to put his razor down, not wanting to cut himself, and placed both hands on either side of the hanging mirror. As his wife's right hand stroked him, the left turned on the water and lathered it up with some soap. With two hands 'her' hands went up and down the engorged cock once more, at the same time pulling 'her' hips into his ass. It was if Tim was masturbating, except, his penis was huge. The strong man's legs twitched as the stroking intensified. He could feel his wife's firm breasts against his back, her hips gyrating against his buns; he was losing it. Tim began to cum again behind the latex wall, just as the strapping man moaned and shot his load against the mirror. 'Jill' giggled as the man's legs quivered from the intense moment. Opening his eyes, he smiled as his reflection was partially covered with his own juices. Turning, he lifted his wife into his arms and kissed 'her' firmly, 'her' arms encircling his neck holding on with all 'her' strength. "You are nothing but surprises lately," he said after releasing her lips. His wife arched her eyebrows as she was lowered to the ground. "Your gonna make me miss my meeting!" "Fine, fine," she retorted, "I'll let you go." Tim playfully pouted in response to Michael's decree, but knew well that he could not have him still here when his old wife awoke upstairs. With this the 'woman' gave the strong man a peck on the cheek, turned and left the bathroom, knowing the man's eyes were watching 'her' ass as the door closed. Twenty minutes later the husband reentered the bedroom as his wife lay seductively on the large empty bed. Tim was just teasing, but it was good to see he had Michael wrapped around 'her' finger. He strutted by, wagging his finger as to say, "uh-uh-uh," as he entered the closet. The young 'female' just smiled the whole time as the businessman got dressed in his suit and tie. A few minutes later the sharply dressed man resurfaced from the closet, only to find his wife lying on the bed even more seductively, with a strong "come hither" look. "Oh no you don't," he playfully berated the reclining vixen. 'She' pushed her lower lip out as far as she could, and quivered it slightly. "Tonight, I promise," he said, as her lowered his face to hers. He kissed her softly but with passion, and whispered, "I'll call you later, wear your little black dress, okay?" Opening 'her' eyes from the dreamy kiss, she winked at his grinning face and said, "Ooh, absolutely." With that he grabbed his over coat and left. Tim listened as the man quietly danced down the steps, as 'she' got up ready to begin 'her' day. Tim cracked the bedroom door open just as he heard the front door open, then gently closed. Ecstatic about 'her' performance, 'she' ran and dove onto the bed backwards, giggling with joy. 'She' grabbed his pillow that still retained his scent and squeezed it against 'her' bosom. "Now," she told herself, "to prepare for this day, and the tonight. I've got a lot to do." *** With a little difficulty the nanny returned things to normal. Tina was quite tired already from all the amorous activity of the last 9 hours as she returned the sleeping wife back to her room. Carefully she removed the mask from the still sleeping woman, and brought it back upstairs. Within a mere ten minutes, the nanny once again emerged from the attic. Dressed in her robe, she proceeded to awake the children like she has done for the last 3 weeks. "Good morning!" last night's wife said as Jill entered the kitchen. Tina was sipping a hot cup of coffee as the kids were buried in their bowls of cereal reading the newspaper comics. "Boy, did I sleep hard." The real wife said as she poured herself a cup of java. "Mawning Mawmmy!" screamed Mikey from his chair, a little milk dripping off his chin. Tina promptly went over with a napkin to the errant liquid. "Gee Mom," started Heather, "we haven't seen you much in the mornings lately, you okay?" "Uh, yeah, just been real tired lately, I guess," replied her mother, as she pulled out a chair and sat down next to her daughter. Suddenly a horn blared from out front, and Heather jumped up from her place at the table, punched Mikey in the arm, and ran out the door. "Mawm!" whined Mikey, "tell her to stop!" Before Jill could say anything, Tina interjected, "Now, now Mikey, you had that coming for crumpling up her homework, right?" Jill sat there stunned as she stared at her young son. "You never said you were sorry, did you?" Mikey bowed his head down, wishing to avoid eye contact with his mother, or the nanny, just like a guilty little boy. Jill looked up at the clock, and then back at her son, "After school, young man, we're going to have a little talk, you hear me?" The boy just nodded his head, and politely left the table to get his books. The tired mother heaved a heavy sigh as she pondered what was going on. Tina awoke her from her trance, "So, what's on your agenda for the day?" Gathering her thoughts, she seemingly shook the cobwebs from her head a gulped another mouthful coffee. "Well, I didn't really have anything planned for today, but I thought I might go into the city today, look around." "Uh," Tina stammered, "the city?" Inside her heart skipped a beat thinking Jill may run into her husband at some point, but then she caught her breath. Tina determined, rather quickly, that the odds of them running into each other in New York City are astronomical. "Uh, what, uh, time will you be back?" "Oh, I don't know," Jill replied, not appearing to notice Tina's underlying concern. "Probably around 4:30, 5, why?" "Um, well," Tim thought quickly, "I have a date, with Mark tonight." "Reaaaaallly?" Jill replied with flair. "I told you he was interested." "Yeah, yeah, you're right," the nanny said as she feigned shyness. "What time are you going out?" "Um, well, he said he was going to call me." "Hey, the other night when you saw Wendy, did she say she was going away at all?" "Um, no why?" "No reason really, it's just that I called her the other day, and she hasn't called me back. Usually she would have by now, not even an e-mail," Jill stated, as she placed her cup down on the table. "We're supposed to get together tomorrow, but... boy, are these rings dirty!" "Huh?" "Oh, I'm sorry, when putting my cup down a just noticed my rings are really dirty, I need to get them cleaned." "I'm weaaaaaa-ddddddddy!" came a small but loud voice from the front door. "Okay, okay," the nanny said with slight exasperation, "Let me get my bag!" Turning her attention back to the seated woman, "I'm sure she's just been busy. I'm sure your still on for tomorrow night." "Who's busy?" "Wendy, remember?" Tina answered, shaking her head and smiling. With that she rinsed out her cup and made her way up the steps. On coming back down, she passed the lethargic woman in the second floor hallway. "I have to jump in the shower, I've got to wake up!" Jill exclaimed. "Well, I'll see you later, have a good day in the city," as Tina bounded down the steps where Mikey was patiently impatiently waiting. She opened the front door to let out the little terror as she peered up the steps to the bedroom doors. They were all closed, and she could hear the faint sound of water in the shower. "Mikey, go to the car, I'll be there in a second, I forgot something." The little boy ran, as if being chased, and jumped into the waiting car. Smiling, Tina went back inside and made her way to the kitchen. Lying on the end of the counter lay Jill's purse, deftly she retrieved the cell phone from within, and replaced it with her own. Checking it intently before shoving into Jill's bag, she removed the rubber band and was assured that the battery was thoroughly dead. "Perfect!" 'She' said to 'herself', "even if Michael tries to call the nanny, the phone will be dead, and I'm sure wouldn't be aware of it until she reaches the city anyway." *** The morning went pretty much as usual for Tim. After dropping off Mikey at school he preceded to the mall to see if the man he supposedly has a date with tonight was in. After scanning the store for the young man, he asked a clerk about his whereabouts. Tim was told that Mark had off that day; he wouldn't be around until tomorrow night. "Everything is going perfectly," he said to himself. "Now to get home and pick out my clothes for tonight." As she was driving, the phone, Jill's phone, rang f