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FORWORD This is a sequel to my story "The Road to Transition." Hope you enjoy it. This story may not be re-posted without the permission of the author. TRANSFORMATION RETRIBUTUION By Lana B. PROLOGUE Danny Goldman pulled her silver Accord into the dimly lit parking lot and guided it into an empty parking space on the lot's fringe. She watched as the black Mercedes she'd been tailing proceeded on and pulled to a stop in the fire lane adjacent to the registration office of the main building. She gazed upwards and saw the flickering red neon light atop the structure which brightly announced that what lie below was the Moonlight Motel. Danny looked at the new 15-jewel Seiko wristwatch which Max Stein, her business partner, had given her last month as a present for her 27th birthday. It was 11:05pm. She returned her gaze to the Mercedes and watched as the driver stepped out of the car and walked into the registration office. As she waited Danny reflected on the events which had brought her to this location. A week ago Amanda Harmon had walked into the office of Stein & Goldman on Bleecker Street in Manhattan and engaged the services of the private detective agency to investigate her husband, Arthur Harmon. Arthur Harmon was the owner of a garment manufacturing concern in Elmont on Long Island which produced ladies' clothes and lingerie and he had recently begun coming home well after midnight several times a week. He'd claimed to his wife that the company's sales were slumping which had necessitated late night dinners and meetings with suppliers and buyers to resuscitate the business. Amanda suspected that Arthur may be having an affair and she'd hired Stein & Goldman to investigate the matter. Max was out of town working another case so Danny had caught this one. In interviewing Amanda Harmon Danny had asked, "Do you have any evidence which may support your suspicions?" "Like what?" "Well, has he been acting strangely? Has he said or done anything out of the ordinary lately?" Amanda had considered the question for a moment and answered, "Well, he hasn't laid a finger on me for two weeks and that's certainly not typical. He's usually all over me with his grubby little hands four or five times a week. I don't remember going this long without getting nailed since we got married eight years ago. How about my needs?" Danny had found her response humorous but tried hard not to smile. She'd succeeded in maintaining a professional countenance. "Do you have a photograph of him?" Amanda reached into her purse and after much fuss she'd found a snapshot of her husband. She'd handed it to Danny. "I'll need his business address too." Amanda had jotted down the information on a slip of paper and had given it to Danny. "Thank you Mrs. Harmon. We'll get to the bottom of this, I assure you. Is there anything else you want to tell me?" "Yeah. If that little fuck is cheating on me I'll slice his dick and balls off with a serrated steak knife and throw them into the blender for good measure." Recalling the interview with Amanda Harmon made Danny smile. It was funny and it wasn't funny at the same time. Danny saw the door to the registration office open and she watched as Arthur Harmon stepped out and walked to his car. He got into the Mercedes and pulled it into a nearby parking space. He then exited the car and locked it. Danny continued to watch as Arthur walked to an adjacent building and unlocked one of the doors. She fetched the night-vision binoculars from the glove compartment and brought them up to her eyes. She saw that Harmon had entered Room 215. The room brightened as a light was turned on but the window's drapes prevented Danny from seeing into the room. As far as Danny could tell Arthur Harmon was alone in Room 215. She continued to monitor the motel and twenty minutes later she watched as a white Saturn pulled into the parking space next to Harmon's Mercedes. A short man left the Saturn and walked to Room 215. He knocked twice and Harmon let the man in. "Hmm, this is starting to get interesting," Danny softly said. Danny waited ten minutes and she picked the camera off the passenger seat and left the Accord. She slowly and silently walked toward Room 215. It was nearly pitch black in the parking lot and Danny could hardly be seen. She wore black sneakers, pants and blouse. Her long blond hair had been bunched under the black beret. She'd even smeared some black grease paint on her face. Danny reached Room 215 and noticed the one-inch wide view in the window where the two drapes had unsuccessfully attempted to meet. She peered into the room. Danny saw both men on the bed. They were naked. And Arthur Harmon had a mouthful of the other man's penis. Danny brought the expensive camera up to her eyes and positioned it between the separation in the drapes. She began to take snapshots. Danny took ten snapshots and she turned around and slowly walked back to the Accord. She opened the passenger door and softly tossed the camera onto the seat. She then removed the black beret and her long blond hair tumbled out and cascaded onto her shoulders. Just as Danny was about to close the car door she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and looked up and into his eyes. It was Arthur Harmon. And he was brandishing a knife in his right hand. A rather large one with a four-inch blade. "I'll take that camera if you don't mind Miss." "Oh you just want the camera? No problem." Danny turned around and retrieved the camera from the car seat. She turned back around and looked up at Harmon. He still menacingly flourished the blade but Danny easily observed the nervousness in his eyes. "Here you go," and Danny softly tossed the camera at Harmon who was no more than two feet away. As soon as Harmon's eyes left Danny and focused on the flying camera Danny sprung into action. She fell to the ground and swung her legs in a wide arc. As soon as she caught Harmon's ankles his legs flew out from under him and he landed on his back. He'd been momentarily stunned. Danny quickly arose and kicked the knife which Harmon still clutched out of his hand. She watched as the blade harmlessly landed a few feet away in a patch of grass right next to the camera which had dropped there too. She returned her attention to Harmon. He was breathing hard but was attempting to rise. Danny jumped at the rising man and forcefully planted her right knee in the centre of his chest. That knocked him straight onto his back again. "Not so fast Rambo. I think you need to take a little nap." Danny then raised her right hand and tomahawked it down hard between Harmon's neck and right shoulder. He was out like a light. "Well, I guess those self-defence courses I've been taking for the last two years have finally paid off," Danny said. Danny collected the camera and the knife and she got into her car and engaged the ignition. She pulled out of the parking lot and began the forty minute drive back to her apartment in Manhattan. As she crossed the Queens line on the Long Island Expressway Danny reflected on what Amanda Harmon had said she would do if she discovered that her husband had been cheating on her. Danny couldn't wait to show her the pictures to see her reaction. "Boy, if I were Arthur Harmon I'd be enrolling in the federal witness protection program," Danny said. She giggled as she continued the ride home. PART ONE - PARTNERS Danny sat in a chair in front of the large mahogany desk. Her partner Max sat behind the desk. They were in their business office on Bleecker Street in downtown Manhattan Danny had just finished telling him the story of the Arthur Harmon investigation. "Geez Danny. That was a dangerous situation. You could've been hurt. Or even killed." Max had a sincere look of concern on his face. "Now Max, I had everything under control. You taught me well. And the self-defence classes came in handy too. All's well that ends well." And it had ended well, at least for Stein & Goldman. They'd received a $5,000 fee for their services. Mrs. Harmon had been grateful. And she also was mighty pissed at seeing those pictures. "I'll make that little cocksucker regret the day his misguided father dropped his load into his mother's cunt and conceived him," she'd emphatically said. Danny didn't even want to think about the trouble that Arthur Harmon was in. Assuming he'd been stupid enough to stick around. "Maybe I should take all the domestic surveillance cases, Danny. They have the potential to get real dangerous real fast." "Now Max, you know we've discussed that before. We decided that we would divvy up the cases without regard to their potential danger. We're equal partners, right?" "Yeah. Okay Danny. I just don't like to see you in danger, that's all." They affectionately smiled at each other. Their discussion made Danny reflect. She had become Max's full business partner in the private detective agency a year ago, eight months after she'd arranged Oscar Halpern's elimination. And six months after that Danny had pulled off the revenge kidnapping of Sonny Grogan. The kidnapping that Max did not even know about. In the interim Danny had secured her private investigator's license from New York State. She was now licensed to carry a gun. She was very proud of the pearl-handled .22 which she carried in her purse. And Danny had become quite the consummate private eye. She had studied hard. And she had learned much from Max. She constantly bombarded him with questions over how he would handle certain situations. And she listened intently when Max answered. He was an experienced private investigator and he had been a police officer and detective in the New York City Police Department. He had a wealth of experience. There was much she could learn from him. Although Danny Goldman had been born male he was without a doubt now female. Ironically he was a private dick without a dick. The reason for this was that about three years ago he'd been abducted by a group of unscrupulous sorts at The Transgender Institute (a/k/a TGI) and brainwashed into believing that he'd always wanted to be a female. He'd then undergone sexual reassignment surgery and was unwittingly sold to Oscar Halpern, a pervert from Pennsylvania. Danny had uncovered the duplicity and made his escape. And he'd had Halpern dispatched a short time thereafter. He'd also exacted his revenge on Sonny Grogan, the TGI operative who'd abducted him. The hit on Halpern, performed by Rico Abrazzi, had been as clean as the hands of a well-scrubbed surgeon. No clues were left behind. The local police had chalked it up as an unsolved murder. And as for Sonny Grogan, well, no one cared about his disappearance and no one had looked for him. Max noticed that Danny had been ruminating on something and he said, "A penny for your thoughts Danny." "Oh, I was just thinking about all that I've been through in the last three years, that's all Max." "Well you've certainly been through a lot, no doubt about that Danny." Danny thought about how so true Max's statement was. From his mundane existence as a male loan officer in a Long Island bank just three years ago he was now a female private detective in a firm in which she was a full partner. And she wasn't just any female. No, she was a beautiful female. She'd heard many men refer to her as "gorgeous." And as a "blond bombshell." But Danny was no bimbo. She was articulate and intelligent. She considered her good looks as only icing on the cake. There was no doubt that Max had been enamoured of her. Indeed, he'd proposed marriage to her and he'd left the offer open. Danny only needed to accept and they'd become man and wife. As it was now they were lovers as well as business partners. Danny was flattered by Max's proposal. She thought that she even may love him. But she was not ready for marriage just yet. She'd told him, "So much has happened to me in the last couple of years Max. And I owe a lot of the good things to you. I just want to go slowly. Please try to understand?" Max understood. He'd replied, "No problem, Danny. You take it as slowly as you have to. Take all the time you need. I'll always be here for you. I love you." That had brought tears to Danny's eyes. She'd told Max, "I love you too." Max broke Danny's concentration by announcing, "By the way, I have your new identity papers for you. Congratulations. You're now Danielle Goldman." Max handed Danny the manila folder which contained her new Social Security card, driver's license, birth certificate and investigator's license, all in the name of Danielle Goldman. In the past three years Danny had used the names Daniel Goldman, Danette Goldman and Denise Miller. But she'd recently decided that she wanted to be known as Danielle Goldman. That name was very close to the name she'd been born with: Daniel Goldman. And she still closely identified with her original persona and didn't want to become disconnected from it. With this new name, she reasoned, it was almost like she was Daniel Goldman's own sister. It was somewhat of a weird thought but one that appealed to her nonetheless. Danny looked at the folder and then turned her gaze back to Max. "Thanks Max. This is important to me. I appreciate it." "I know it's important to you. Congratulations Danielle." "Hey wiseguy. To you I'm still Danny." They once again smiled affectionately at each other. For the rest of the day Max and Danny interviewed four new potential clients. They accepted three of the cases. It was 5:00pm and Danny and Max were seated across from each other at a table in Jani's, a Chinese restaurant a few blocks away from the office. They were both enjoying the shrimp with lobster sauce they'd ordered. Meals finished Max asked, "Want to spend the night together?" They maintained separate apartments but they each kept a number of their personal items in the other's apartment. It was not uncommon for them to sleep together in one of the apartments three or four times a week. "Not tonight Max. I'm a little bushed. Hope you understand?" "No problem Danny. I understand." They kissed goodnight on the sidewalk outside the restaurant and they got into separate cabs and made their respective ways home. It was 10:00pm and Danny lie on her back, head propped up on a pillow, under the sheets of her bed with her TGI file in her hands. She opened the file and pulled out the page headed "Psychological Profile." She read: "Subject Daniel Goldman was the archetype patient for administration of the new highly suggestive agent trilladoxalis. Results were unequivocally successful. After only three sessions the subject, a healthy heterosexual non-crossdressing male, was fully conditioned to believe that he'd always had an overwhelming desire to be female. Complete male-to-female sexual reassignment surgery was then performed on subject who was very pleased with outcome." Danny looked at the bottom of the page and saw that it had been signed by "Dr. James Rivera, licensed psychologist." Danny grew angry as she read the name. This vulture Rivera had brainwashed him into wanting sex change surgery. It was completely irrelevant that Danny was generally pleased with his current lifestyle as a woman. This scumbag Rivera had no right to do what he'd done to Danny and escape with impunity. Things needed to be placed back into balance. "I wonder how the doctor would feel if he got a taste of his own medicine?" Danny mused. Danny then reached into the night-table drawer and came away with a slip of paper which had Rico Abruzzi's cell phone number written on it. She gazed at the number and pondered for a few minutes. Danny reached for the phone. PART TWO - NEW COMPULSIONS It was 7:00pm on Saturday night. Rico Abruzzi sat in his black Lexus SUV parked on the quiet tree-lined street on the outskirts of Yonkers and watched as Dr. James Rivera and his wife and son got into the BMW parked in the driveway of the large colonial across the street. Rico continued to watch as the car backed out of the driveway and pulled down the street, vanishing into the distance. The Riveras had obviously gone out for a night on the town. Probably dinner and a movie. Rico waited another half hour and under cover of darkness stepped out of his vehicle and made his way to the rear entrance of Rivera's house. He slipped the burglar's tool off his belt and easily opened the door. Rico entered the house and removed the small flashlight from his belt. He turned it on and searched the home for a few minutes until he found the doctor's study. He directed the light-beam across the room and saw the six- foot cabinet. He walked over to it and shone the beam through the glass door. He inspected the various jars and containers until he found the one he wanted. The one labelled trilladoxalis. Rico slid the glass door open and grabbed the bottle. He removed the stopper and he carefully emptied the bottle's contents into the vial he'd brought with him. He then capped the vial and secured it onto his belt. Rico swung the flashlight's beam around the room until he found the wetbar. He walked to the sink and filled the small bottle with water. He inserted the stopper and returned it to its original location in the cabinet. He then slid the cabinet's glass door closed. Mission accomplished, Rico left the house and began the ride back to Manhattan. An hour and a half later Rico was seated on the couch in Danny Goldman's living room apartment on 68th Street off Lexington Avenue. He had just given the vial to Danny and was receiving further instructions. Three weeks later... Rico Abruzzi drove his SUV north on the New York Thruway. Fifty feet in front of him he gazed at the rear of Dr. Rivera's BMW which he'd been tailing for the last forty minutes. Fifteen minutes later Dr. Rivera took the Yonkers' exit. Rico followed. Rico pursued the BMW into the parking lot of the Stop & Shop and watched as Rivera parked his car and walked into the supermarket. Rico pulled his SUV into the space next to the BMW and waited. Fifteen minutes later Rivera walked back to his car and opened the trunk. He began to load the grocery bags. Rico was kneeling behind the rear fender of his SUV. He watched as Rivera loaded the groceries. He carefully aimed the gun at Rivera's neck and slowly squeezed the trigger. The tranquilizer dart hit Rivera in the neck two inches below his left ear. He immediately crumbled to the ground. Rico picked up Rivera's limp body and tossed it into the rear of his SUV. He walked to the BMW to close the trunk. He gazed into one of the bags and reached for an apple. He then closed the trunk. "One for the road," Rico said, and he bit into the apple. He then stepped into his vehicle and began the trip back to Manhattan. An hour and a half later Rico sat in a chair in the office of Stein & Goldman. Danny sat behind the big mahogany desk. The still limp figure of Dr. James Rivera rested comfortably in another chair a few feet away from Rico. "Nice work Rico," and Danny handed him the small bag containing $10,000. Although Rico's fee was no small piece of change Danny could easily afford it. She'd invested the money she'd stolen from Oscar Halpern wisely. Her investments yielded almost $50,000 a month in interest alone. And the detective agency was turning into a lucrative concern. "Thank you Ms. Goldman." "You're welcome Rico. Listen, I need to tell you something about myself. Which is directly related to why this man is here," Danny said as she looked at Rivera's unconscious form. And Danny proceeded to tell Rico about her abduction three years ago and her forced gender conversion. She looked at Rivera and said, "This is one of the men responsible for what was done to me. He had a large role. Now the time has come for him to pay Rico." "I understand completely Ms. Goldman. I would gladly kill him for you. Just say the word and it will be done. I can easily arrange it so the body will never be never found," Rico offered in his slight accent. "Thank you Rico. But I don't want him dead. I have other plans. Better plans." Dr. Rivera began to stir around. "It's time for his shot," Danny announced and she pulled the hypodermic needle out of the desk drawer and walked over to Rivera. Danny injected the trilladoxalis into Rivera's left arm and she returned to her seat behind the desk. As she waited for the drug to take effect Danny thought about how she'd carefully prepared for this night over the last three weeks. She'd read more than ten articles on the Internet dealing with brainwashing and hypnosis techniques. She felt well-prepared for the task at hand. Danny looked at Rivera. He was coming around. She walked to the chair and stared down at him. "Can you hear me Dr. Rivera?" "Yeah." "Look at me. Do you recognize me?" Rivera looked up at Danny. He saw a beautiful blond woman. She was attired in a tight black silk dress that revealed her curves. He noticed that the v-shaped neckline exposed two inches of her cleavage. Her legs were very attractive and looked particularly sexy in the nylons and black leather high-heels. Looking at her pretty face now Rivera thought that she looked vaguely familiar but he could not quite place her. "You look a little familiar." "Yes I do. That's because we first met a few weeks ago at Calhoun's, the bar and grill across the street from TGI where you like to go for a drink after work. I was sitting at the bar and we struck up a conversation. We meet there once a week on Fridays to chat now. I'm a psychologist too and we have a lot in common. Over the last few months we have become good friends. In fact we are best friends and we confide in each other. Isn't that right James?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "We've become best friends and we confide in one another." "That's right. We do. And most recently you've told me that you've begun to have to an interest in crossdressing. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I've begun to take an interest in crossdressing." "That's right. You have. You've confided in me that you secretly desire to wear a dress and high heels. You've developed a strong interest in wearing women's clothes. In fact, it arouses you. Doesn't it?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I've developed a strong interest in wearing women's clothes and it arouses me." "That's right. It does. You also want to wear nylons and panties. Don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I want to wear nylons and panties." "That's right. You do. And you want to wear makeup so you can look pretty. Don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I want to wear makeup to look pretty." "That's right. You do. And you want to have pretty soft hands with long red nails like mine. Don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it James." I want pretty hands with long red nails." "That's right. You do. In fact you want to look like a pretty girl. Don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I want to look like a pretty girl." "That's right. You do. And these are all of your own thoughts. Isn't that right." "Yeah." "Say it James." "These are all my own thoughts." "That's correct. And whenever you see me and I snap my fingers twice you will go into a post-hypnotic trance. You will wake up when I snap my fingers once. When you wake up you will feel fresh and invigorated. Any new ideas you have will be your own. Ones that you thought of all by yourself. Do you understand?" "Yeah." "Good. Why don't you take a little nap James? For about two hours. We'll meet for a drink at Calhoun's this Friday night at 5:00. Okay?" "Okay." And James Rivera shut his eyes and went to sleep. Two hours later... Rivera opened his eyes. He saw that he was sitting behind the wheel of his BMW in the parking lot of his local Stop & Shop. "Guess I dozed off there for a little while," he said. He noticed that he felt fresh and invigorated. "That little nap really helped," he thought as he engaged the ignition and began the short trip home. The next day Dr. James Rivera sat in his office in the TGI Building with a red face. His face was red because he was embarrassed. He was embarrassed because he had recently developed an interest in wearing women's clothes. As if out of nowhere he'd begun to picture himself in a dress and high-heels. And in panties and nylons. Wearing makeup on his face and red polish on his nails too. And to make matters worse he was becoming aroused by these thoughts! Rivera could not understand how this had happened. He'd never had an interest in crossdressing before but he surely had one now. He tried to eject these thoughts from his mind but he could not do it. It was as if his mind had rebelled and taken on a life of its own. Rivera pictured himself in a blue floral print silk dress. He wore navy 3 1/2" pumps which made his nylon-encased legs look very sexy. His long black hair cascaded onto his shoulders. He was all dolled up in makeup and red lipstick. He had long red nails which made his hands look sexy as hell. He looked so pretty! And he was as hard as a rock. Rivera fought these thoughts for the entire week. He tried to keep his mind on his work. But the thoughts kept popping into his head. They made it difficult if not impossible for him to do his work. And they seemed to be getting stronger. Dr. Rivera felt a very relieved that Friday night had finally arrived. He knew that he would meet his best friend and confidante, Danielle Goldman, at Calhoun's in a half hour. He recalled how he'd confided in her about his troubles last week. She had consoled him. It could not hurt that she was also a psychologist. Maybe she could help him. Rivera could not wait to see her so that he could vent. It was 5:10 and Rivera was sitting at the bar in Calhoun's nursing a double scotch. He looked at his watch again. "Where could she be?" he thought. Five minutes later Danielle walked up to him at the bar and said, "Hi James. Sorry I'm late." Rivera swung around on the stool and looked at his best friend. "Danielle! I was wondering where you were." He stood up and they hugged. Rivera ordered another double scotch for himself and a white wine for Danielle and they repaired to a private booth. "So how have you been James?" "Not too good I'm afraid, Danielle. I'm still having those crossdressing thoughts. I think they're getting stronger. I can't seem to control them. They've started to interfere with my work." Danielle could see the look of despair on Rivera's face. She snapped her fingers twice and watched as he fell into a trance. "Can you hear me James?" "Yeah." "Good. You've come to realize that you shouldn't become concerned or embarrassed about your crossdressing thoughts. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I shouldn't get concerned or embarrassed about my crossdressing thoughts." "That's right. Do you know why?" "Why?" "Because it's only a harmless little vice that affects millions of men and it's not a big deal. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "It's only a harmless vice and it's not a big deal." "That's right. In fact you've come to realize that you like having these thoughts. They make you feel good. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I like having crossdressing thoughts. They make me feel good." "That's right. They do. Indeed you've even decided that you're going to begin to act on these thoughts. You're going to try on some of your wife's clothes. Aren't you?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I'm going to act on the thoughts and wear my wife's clothes." "That's right. You are." Danny snapped his fingers and Rivera awoke. He felt fresh and invigorated. He could not recall precisely what they'd discussed but he knew that he felt much better. "Thanks for hearing me out Danielle." "Hey, what are friends for." They resolved that they would meet again next Friday, same place same time. It was Saturday morning and James Rivera was helping his wife Maria pack. She was going to see her mother in Barcelona like she did every year. Except this year she would not be staying with her mother for the usual month. This year she would be staying with her for the entire summer because her mother was undergoing coronary artery bypass surgery in two weeks. Since Maria's father had died ten years ago she would stay with her mother for three to four months to help see her through her convalescence. And Maria would also take the Riveras' three year old son Raymond with her. It was 7:00pm and James Rivera was sitting in front of the television in his home watching the local news. Maria's plane had safely departed for Barcelona at 5:00pm and James had arrived home an hour later. James pictured himself in a dress and heels and decided he would try on his wife's clothes. He walked upstairs to their bedroom and opened the closet. He gazed at his wife's dresses. At 5'6" tall they were both the same height so he figured he shouldn't have any difficulty fitting into one of the dresses. He then thought about going the whole route: panties, nylons and makeup as well. So he stripped his clothes off and walked into the bathroom. He removed a tube of his wife's depilatory cream from the medicine cabinet and smeared it all over his legs, arms and hands. James then stepped into the shower and thoroughly rinsed himself off. He looked at all the hair in the hair catcher atop the drain. He towelled himself dry and slipped into a pair of his wife's panties. He then carefully slipped a new pair of nude pantyhose up his legs and around his waist. He retrieved a bra and he stuffed the cups with crumpled newspaper and slipped into it. James then selected a simple light blue cotton dress and he slipped it over his head and pulled it down onto his body. He then fastened the thin belt around his waist. He looked at his wife's shoes on the floor of the closet and selected a pair of dark blue leather pumps with 3" heels. They were a little tight but he would make do. He practiced walking in the heels for awhile until he felt reasonably comfortable moving about in them. For the next half hour he sat at his wife's vanity and applied makeup to his face. He saved putting on the red lipstick for last. James then retrieved the long black wig which Maria used when she was having a bad hair day and he firmly fastened it onto his head. Rivera walked to the mirror and gazed at himself. "My God. I look like a woman!" he exclaimed loudly in satisfaction. He felt the heat in the pits of his groin. He was becoming aroused. James grabbed an emery board and a bottle of red nail polish and slowly walked downstairs. He still felt a little uncomfortable in the high-heels and exercised great care as he descended the stairs. He sat down in front of the television and turned the set on. And he filed and shaped his nails while he watched some boring network movie-of-the-week. He had stopped clipping his nails a few weeks ago and was able to fashion them into a reasonable facsimile of a feminine shape. He then applied the bright red nail polish. For the rest of the night James traipsed around the house all dolled up. He walked around to the various rooms and stole glances of himself in the house's many mirrors. He felt so good! James dressed up on Sunday too. He had a ball. He returned to work on Monday and found that he had no difficulty working. He still had the crossdressing thoughts but they no longer interfered with his work. James rationalized, "These thoughts shouldn't interfere with my work. It's only a harmless vice. It's nothing to be concerned or embarrassed about. It's not a big deal. The thoughts make me feel good. Why shouldn't I feel good?" And James dressed up at home every evening that week. Friday night arrived and he was seated across from Danielle in a booth at Calhoun's. "You know Danielle; I had a much better week after we talked last Friday. I've come to realize that crossdressing isn't that big of a deal. Millions of men do it. It's only a harmless vice." "Good James," Danny said and she snapped her fingers twice. She looked into his glazed-over eyes and said, "Can you hear me James?" "Yeah." "Good. You've now come to realize that you not only want to look like a girl but you want to become a girl. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I want to become a girl." That's right. You do. Do you know why?" "Why?" "Because you are not really a crossdresser. Rather, you've come to realize that you are actually a transsexual. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I'm really a transsexual." "That's right. You are. You now realize that God made a terrible mistake when you were born. You've concluded that you were meant to be a female. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "God made a terrible mistake. I was meant to be a female." "That's right. You were. And you've also decided that you are going to take steps to fix the mistake. Haven't you?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I'm going to take steps to fix the mistake." "That's right. You are. Do you know what you're going to do?" "What?" "You've decided that you're going to undergo sexual reassignment treatment to become the girl that you always should have been. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I'm going to have sexual reassignment treatment to become the girl that I always should have been." "That's right. You are. And you feel very strongly about this. Don't you?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I feel very strongly about this." That's right. You do. Because nothing in the world will stop you from having full sexual reassignment treatment to become a girl. Isn't that right." "Yeah." "Say it James." "Nothing in the world will stop me from having complete sexual reassignment treatment to become a girl." "That's right James. And this will make you feel good. Do you know why?" "Why?" "Because you now realize that being female is what you've always wanted. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I'll feel good because I now know that being a girl is what I've always wanted." "That's right. It is." Danny snapped his finger and Rivera awoke. He appeared fresh and invigorated. He looked at her and said, "You know Danielle, this last week I've come to realize that I'm not a crossdresser." "Really?" "Yeah. I now realize that I'm a transsexual. God made a terrible mistake when I was born. I was meant to be female." "No kidding?" "Yeah. And I've decided that I'm going to take steps to fix the mistake." "What steps?" "Well, I've decided that I'm going to undergo full sexual reassignment treatment. You know, to become a girl. The girl that I should have been born as." "Are you sure that you want to go through with this James? It's a pretty drastic step you know." "Absolutely. I feel very strongly about it. Nothing in the world can stop me from having sexual reassignment treatment to become a complete girl. I now realize that being female is what I've always wanted." Danny looked at Rivera and reflected. She thought about how powerful this drug trilladoxalis was. How it worked so well. How it brought this man to the point of believing he wanted to be female and taking actual measures to achieve that end. But then Danny bitterly thought, "Why shouldn't the drug work? It certainly worked well enough on me, didn't it?" Whatever sympathy she'd begun to feel for Rivera instantly dissipated. Danny returned her attention to the task at hand and said, "You know James. There's something I would like to tell you that I've never told anyone." "Yeah? What?" "Well, I'm a lot like you." "What do you mean?" "Well, actually I used to be a man. Three years ago I completed sexual reassignment treatment to become a woman." "Get out of here. I don't believe you." "It's true James." "I don't believe it." Danny reached into her purse and came away with a snapshot. She handed it to Rivera. "That's me as a man James. Before I began the treatment." Rivera intently looked at the photograph for a few seconds and then he looked up at Danny. He looked at the photograph again. He said, "This person could almost be your brother Danielle." "It's not my brother James. It's me." "Wow. I would never have guessed." "Yeah. These sexual reassignment surgeons are real artists. They know how to do their job." James was looking at the photograph again as if he couldn't believe his own eyes. He returned his gaze to Danny and asked, "Where did you have it done?" "At Dr. Sanguel Kumar's Sexual Reassignment Clinic on Phuket Island in Thailand. They did it all. Facial plastic surgery, breast implants and genitalia reconstruction. I was in and out in a month and a half." "Really?" "Yeah. You know James; I can help you with this. I can arrange for you to have your treatment at this clinic." "I don't know Danielle. Thailand? I can have it done at TGI where I work." "Well, why don't you think about it? Okay?" "Yeah. Okay." They agreed to meet again next Friday night. Dr. Rivera reported to work at TGI on Monday but had a difficult time concentrating on his tasks. He kept thinking about having sexual reassignment treatment. So he handed off all his therapy sessions for the week to Dr. Howard Minter, a young associate he'd been mentoring for the last three months. Rivera limited himself to paperwork. And every night at home that week he dressed up. It helped relieve his tension. It made him feel good. Friday night arrived and Rivera sat in a booth at Calhoun's with drink in hand and Danny across the table from him. Danny watched as Rivera took a gulp of his scotch and she noticed how long his fingernails had become. And how he had shaped them into oval points. She took a sip of her white wine and snapped her fingers twice. "Can you hear me James?" "Yeah." "Good. After giving the matter some serious thought you've decided to take me up on my offer and allow me to arrange your sexual reassignment treatment at Dr. Kumar's Clinic in Thailand. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I've decided to take you up on your offer and allow you to arrange for my treatment at Dr. Kumar's Thailand Clinic." "That's right. You have. And do you know why?" "Why?" "Because it would be too embarrassing for you to undergo the treatment at TGI where all of your friends and associates would watch as you gradually became a female. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "It would be too embarrassing to undergo treatment at TGI where my friends and associates would watch me become a female." "That's right. It would. And you've also decided that it would be best for you to take an immediate leave of absence from TGI. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "It would be best for me to take an immediate leave of absence from TGI." "That's right. It would. And do you know why?" "Why?" "So that you can immediately begin the sexual reassignment process in the privacy of your own home. That is what you've decided you want to do. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I've decided that I want to immediately begin the sexual reassignment process in the privacy of my own home." "That's right. You have. And do you know how you will do this?" "How?" "You will take a tube of TGI's special depilatory cream to permanently remove your unwanted body hear. And you will also take several batches of estrogen and begin to inject yourself with it. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I'll take TGI's depilatory cream to remove my unwanted hair and I'll take some estrogen to inject into myself." "That's right. You will. And do you know why?" "Why?" "Because you want to start the transformation process immediately. You want to start turning into a woman right now. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I want to start the transformation process to turn into a woman right now." "That's right. You do. And do you also know what else you've decided?" "What?" "That you want to start living as a woman on a full-time basis right away. Isn't that right?" "Yeah." "Say it James." "I've decided that I want to start living as a woman full- time right away." "That's right. You have." Danny snapped his fingers and Rivera awoke. He felt fresh and invigorated. He took a gulp of his scotch as if he hadn't missed a beat. Rivera looked at Danny and said, "You know Danielle, I've decided to take you up on your offer and allow you to make the arrangements for my sexual reassignment treatment at Dr. Kumar's Clinic in Thailand." "Really?" "Yeah. I figure it would be too embarrassing to undergo the treatment at TGI. You know, where all my associates would watch as I gradually became a female." "I can certainly understand that, James." "And do you know what else Danielle? "What?" "I've also decided to take an immediate leave of absence from TGI." "Yeah? How come?" "So that I can begin the sexual reassignment process right now in the privacy of my own home." "How would you do that?" "Well, I'll pilfer TGI's depilatory cream to get rid of my unwanted hair. And I'll take some of their estrogen and start injecting it into myself." "Really?" "Yeah. I figure it's time to start living as a woman on a full-time basis right now." "No kidding?" "Yeah." "Well James, it sounds like a great plan." "You think?" "Absolutely. Why don't you give me your home address and phone number so we can stay in touch? You know, so I can talk to you and even visit you at home." "I'd like that Danielle." Rivera jotted the information down on a slip of paper and handed it to Danny. Danny looked at Rivera and softly smiled. She said, "And James. About making the arrangements for your sexual reassignment treatment in Thailand? Don't worry, I'll take care of the whole thing." *** On Monday morning Rivera advised Dr. Alan Pendrake, TGI's president and CEO, that he needed to take an immediate leave of absence for personal reasons. He generally cited marital problems. Dr. Pendrake had understood and had wished him well. And before he left the TGI Building Rivera paid a visit to the pharmaceutical department and confiscated a large tube of TGI's depilatory cream and several batches of TGI's accelerated estrogen. PART THREE - COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES James Rivera stepped out the shower and began to towel himself dry. He noticed how smooth his skin appeared. The depilatory cream had effectively removed all of his unwanted body hair, even his beard. He had carefully avoided applying the cream in the vicinity of his eyes so he still had eyelashes and eyebrows. And, naturally, he'd made sure not to get any of the cream near the hair on his head. Rivera walked over to the full-length mirror in his bedroom and gazed at his reflection. He noticed how his facial features had taken on a softer, more rounded look. He also saw that his hair had grown to the point where it fell an inch past his ears, completely obscuring them. Rivera then turned his gaze downward and peered at his small breasts. He looked at the expanded areoles and the slightly erect nipples. And he gazed at the small, soft mounds of flesh which supported them. He also noted the emergence of curves at his thinning waist and expanding hips and ass. He smiled and softly announced, "I'm becoming a girl. It's what I've always wanted." Rivera attributed the changes in his body to the enhanced estrogen he'd been injecting into his hip every other day for the last month and a half since he'd taken his leave of absence from TGI. He slipped into a pair of white cotton panties. He then opened a package containing the new white cotton training bra he'd just purchased this morning at the local K-Mart. He had a little difficulty with the clasp in the back but finally secured it. He then opened a new package of fleshtone pantyhose and slowly rolled the hose up his smooth legs and around his thinning waist. He sat on the bed and extended his legs. He noticed how they were taking on a shapely appearance. He walked to the vanity and sat down. As he reached for the hairbrush he gazed at his softening hands and his long red nails and noticed how sexy they looked. He extended his hands and looked at them. Admiring his nails he recalled how he'd laboured over them for an hour and a half this morning. "It was worth it!" he proudly exclaimed. He picked up the brush and stroked it through his dark hair for five minutes. He'd parted his hair in the middle and thought that it looked nice. But he could not wait until it reached his shoulders. He then began to apply his makeup. He'd read a number of articles in women's' magazines on the art of using makeup and he was getting better at it every day with practice. He finished and looked at himself in the mirror. He noticed how smooth and soft his complexion appeared. He liked the way his tapered and arced eyebrows looked and thought that all the painful plucking had really paid off. And his lips looked so very nice in the red lipstick. Rivera walked to the closet and selected the red floral print dress. He slipped it over his head and pulled it down onto his body. It fit like a glove. He then stepped into the shiny black leather 3" pumps and walked to the mirror. He took note of how proficient he'd become at walking in high-heels. He'd been living as a woman for the last six weeks now and he'd had plenty of practice walking in heels. He felt proud of himself. Gazing at his reflection in the mirror he could not help but smile. He looked like an attractive woman. Maybe not pretty, but more attractive than many of the real women he'd seen. "I'm well on my way to becoming the girl I've always wanted to be," he softly announced. He walked to the dresser and reached for the small watch sitting in the jewellery box on the dresser's top. He secured it onto his left wrist and noticed it was 4:30pm. He knew that Danielle would arrive in a half hour since it was Friday and they had a standing arrangement to meet here every Friday at 5:00pm. Rivera walked downstairs and entered the kitchen to begin dinner preparations. He tossed a nice salad and breaded the chicken breasts. Just as he placed the chicken breasts into the oven he heard the doorbell ring. He walked down the short flight of steps and onto the landing and he opened the front door. "Hi Danielle. It's so nice to see you!" "Hi James. It's nice to see you too. You look lovely in that outfit." Rivera blushed slightly and said, "Yeah? Thanks." They sat across from each other at the kitchen table and ate their salads and sipped at the red wine Rivera had served. Rivera then served the chicken breasts with asparagus. "This is absolutely scrumptious, James! You're such a good cook!" Danny watched as Rivera again blushed and thanked her. Looking at him in the makeup and dress Danny could not believe how nicely her plan had advanced in the last six weeks since Rivera had taken his leave of absence from TGI. Danny thought that Rivera's appearance had become more and more feminized every week over the last month and a half. "I've got some good news James." "Yeah?" "I received an e-mail from Dr. Kumar's Clinic this morning. You've got a firm date. They're expecting you on August 24th. That's just a little over three weeks from now. Congratulations." "Yeah? No kidding?" Danny noticed a trace of anxiety on Rivera's face. "That's right. Listen; if you would like it I can accompany you there. You know, stay with you while you go through the process. I'm due for a vacation and I wouldn't mind going back there. I have very fond memories of Phuket Island." "Really! That would be great!" Danny watched as Rivera's anxiety dissipated. It was now replaced by a look of utter joy. "Good. Then it's all settled. I'll arrange all the paperwork and make the travel arrangements for the two of us." "Thanks so much Danielle. I really appreciate it." Danny saw no present need for any reinforcement so she just chatted with Rivera for the next half hour about cooking and fashion as they casually finished their meals. She noted that he seemed so interested in these matters. Danny, in contrast, found these topics rather boring. Danny looked at her watch and said, "I'm afraid I have to go James. I'm seeing one of my patients tonight. An unavoidable late-night appointment." Rivera looked a little disappointed. "But I have to do one thing before I leave. I need to take your picture. You know, for your passport. Okay?" "Sure." Danny removed the camera from her purse and took several shots of Rivera from the neck up. They said their goodbyes on the landing and resolved to get together again next Friday night. Danny told Rivera, "Now don't you worry your pretty head. I'll take care of the whole thing." "Thank you so much Danielle." Rivera could not see the broad smirk on Danny's face as she descended the front stoop and walked to her car. PART FOUR - CHOCOLATE WARS It was 9:00 on Monday morning and Danny sat behind the big mahogany desk in the Bleecker Street office of Stein & Goldman. Max was working an insurance fraud case in Waterbury, Connecticut so Danny was alone. She looked at the appointment book and saw that she had a scheduled interview for 9:00. The potential client's name was Walter Thompson. Five minutes later Barbara, the receptionist, announced Walter Thompson's arrival on the intercom and ushered him into Danny's office. They shook hands and Danny said, "Nice to meet you Mr. Thompson. Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable." "Thank you," and he sat in the chair in front of the desk. "What can I do for you Mr. Thompson?" "Well, I'm the owner of Thompson's Chocolate. Perhaps you've heard of it?" "As a matter of fact I have. I'm particularly fond of your chocolate bars with the raisins and peanuts in them." "Those are my favourite too Ms. Goldman. In any event, six months ago our people developed a new formula, a new recipe as it were, for a creamier and tastier milk chocolate. We're scheduled to go into production with this new recipe in three months." Danny wondered where this was all leading to. "And just last week, Ms. Goldman, my personal assistant told me that he'd overheard one of our corporate officers discussing the new recipe with someone on his cell phone in the parking lot." Danny could not help but smile. "Chocolate spies?" she thought. Thompson noticed the smile and said, "You may not realize this, Ms. Goldman, but the chocolate industry is a multi- billion dollar a year enterprise. Chocolate companies guard their formulas very closely. We believe this new recipe will become very popular. Did you know, Ms. Goldman, that there is more industrial espionage in the chocolate industry than any other industry in this country?" "I didn't know that Mr. Thompson. What is it that you would be asking us to do?" "Well, I need to know if this man stole the recipe. Because if he did he will attempt to sell it to one of our competitors. And if he did steal it then I want it back." Danny mulled it over. The case did not really appeal to her. Thompson saw the look of indecision on Danny's face and said, "Look Ms. Goldman. I've heard from some very reliable people that Stein & Goldman is one of the most effective and reputable private detective agencies in the City. I don't know what your fee is but I'll offer you $10,000 just to investigate. And if the recipe was stolen and you recover it I'll throw in another $20,000." All of a sudden the case appealed to Danny and he said, "Okay Mr. Thompson. We'll take the case. Give me the details." "Fine Ms. Goldman. But please act fast. Time is of the essence." Later that day... At precisely 4:30pm Danny pulled her silver Accord into the parking lot of Thompson's Chocolate Company in Long Island City and steered it into an empty space near the building. She stepped out of the car and scanned the reserved spaces along the curb across the narrow through-lane about twenty feet away until she viewed the one marked "Eric Landon." Danny saw that the parking space was occupied by a black Jaguar. "Hmm. Good taste," she considered. Danny removed the small red Swiss Army knife from her purse and knelt down near the rear passenger wheel of her car. She inserted the knife's small blade into the tire's valve and gently pushed it forward and depressed the pin. She kept the knife in place until the hissing stopped. She then opened the trunk and removed the jack. As Danny was letting the air out of her tire Eric Landon was preparing to leave work for the day. He read his last e-mail and logged off his computer. He then grabbed his coffee pot and took it into the executive bathroom to rinse it out. Finished with the coffee pot Landon walked to the urinal to take care of his needs. As he stood before the urinal relieving himself Landon considered his good fortune. He was executive director of research and development at Thompson's Chocolate Company and commanded an annual salary of $135,000. But he had expensive tastes and thought he could do better. And to attain that end, two weeks ago he had photocopied Thompson's formula for its new and improved milk chocolate and had snuck it out of the building in his attache case. He'd then made a deal with one of Thompson's competitors to sell the formula for two million dollars. Indeed, he had scheduled a meet with the competitor's agent to exchange the formula for the cash tomorrow night. The 2-mil would go a long way in setting him up in Lucerne, Switzerland, where he'd accepted a position with a Swiss chocolate company for $30,000 more than he made at Thompson's. He had always liked Switzerland and was looking forward to establishing a new and more comfortable life there. Landon finished his business and returned to his spacious office. He replaced the coffee pot on the credenza and retrieved his attache case and jacket. He then left his office and locked the door behind him. As Landon approached his Jaguar he noticed the young blonde across the narrow through-lane changing the flat tire. She was struggling with the jack. Landon threw his case and jacket into his Jag and walked over to the girl. He looked down at her and asked, "Need any help with that?" Danny gazed up Landon with a startled look on her face. "Oh, would you mind? I've never used one of these things before," she said with a helpless tone in her voice. "No problem." Landon walked back to his Jag and returned clutching a pair of work gloves. He announced, "By the way I'm Eric Landon." "I'm Marissa Brace." "Glad to meet you Marissa." "Yeah. Me too Eric." They smiled at each other. As they'd introduced themselves Eric studied the blonde's face. She was a real looker. And he'd also noticed she had a nice tight body and a great pair of legs. Eric loved a babe with nice gams. Landon was a bachelor and considered himself somewhat of a ladies' man. He knew that he had a reputation as a womanizer amongst the female employees at Thompson's. "I wouldn't mind adding this broad to my resume," he thought. Landon slipped on the gloves and began to change the tire. As he toiled away Danny said, "I don't know what happened. I was only in the building for an hour applying for a job and when I got back here it was completely flat." "One of the perils of driving Marissa." Landon finished tightening the lugs on the spare tire and he threw the jack and the flat tire into the Accord's trunk and closed it. "Thanks so much Eric. I'm indebted to you." "You can repay me by joining me for a drink. I know a nice bar not too far from here." "Well, I had a bad experience in a bar last year. I don't go to bars anymore." "Well, my house isn't too far away. How about if we have a drink there?" Landon saw the reluctance in her eyes and added, "You know, I'm an executive at Thompson's. I can put in a good word for you with the personnel department." "Really? Well, okay I guess." "Great. Why don't you follow me? It's about a twenty minute trip." Twenty minutes later Danny parked her car in front of a large Tudor house in Jamaica Estates as she watched Landon pull the Jag into his driveway. She followed him into the house and he led her into the living room. "Make yourself comfortable Marissa. What's your pleasure?" "White wine if you've got it." "I've got it." Landon walked to the kitchen and poured white wine into a large wine glass. He filled it to the rim. He poured three fingers of Wild Turkey into another glass and walked into the living room where he found Marissa seated on the couch. He handed her the wine and sat down next to her. They sipped at their drinks. "You know Eric; it's a lucky thing you came along when you did. If you hadn't helped me I'd probably still be out there struggling with that flat tire." "It was my pleasure helping a pretty girl like you Marissa." Danny looked down as if she were embarrassed at the remark. The phone rang and Landon set his drink down on the coffee table and said, "I'll be right back. He walked to the kitchen to take the call. He knew that he couldn't afford to let it go unanswered because it might be the man with whom he'd deal tomorrow night. As she watched Landon walk into the kitchen Danny softly said, "Perfect." She reached into her purse and came away with the small vial of clear fluid. She uncapped the vial and emptied its contents into Landon's drink. Landon returned a few moments later and sat back down next to Danny. He reached for his drink and took a gulp. He said, "Goddamn telemarketer. They should all hang themselves." "Yeah, they sure can be a nuisance." "Tell me Marissa. Do you believe in fate?" "As a matter of fact I do." "Well, I'll tell you what I think. You had that flat tire for a reason. So that we could meet each other. I think it was fate." Landon took another gulp of his bourbon and asked, "What do you think Marissa?" "Well, I don't know. You could be right I suppose." "I know I'm right. It was fate. I can feel it in my bones." Landon took another gulp of whiskey and set the glass down on the coffee table. He inched closer to Danny and moved his head down toward hers. But instead of kissing her he yawned. He sat back up and he rubbed his eyes and said, "Geez, all of a sudden I feel dead tired. Guess I must have had a hard day." Landon tried to stand up to clear his head but he fell to his knees instead. He slowly crumbled to the floor. He was unconscious. Danny looked at the motionless body sprawled out on the floor before her and said, "Time to get to work." For the next twenty minutes Danny reconnoitred the Tudor's ten rooms to get a feel for the house. "Now where would I hide a valuable stolen chocolate recipe if I were Eric Landon?" she asked herself. Danny gravitated back to the spacious study on the second floor and scanned the luxuriously appointed room. She looked at the large oak desk. At the expensive-looking black leather couch. And at the bookcases all stocked to capacity with hardcover books. "This is the room where I would hide it," she decided. Danny carefully searched the study for thirty minutes but had uncovered no trace of the formula. She combed the large desk and the credenza. She leafed through all of the hardcovers. She even searched the wetbar including the small refrigerator. "Shit. Where could it be?" Danny sat down on the chair in front of the desk and looked at her wristwatch. She wondered how much longer the tranquilizer she'd slipped into Landon's drink would last. She looked up and set her eyes on the painting which hung on the wall behind the oak desk. It depicted a large sailboat on rough seas. Danny thought about the painting behind the desk in Oscar Halpern's home. She arose and walked to the painting. She grabbed the sides of the frame and lifted it off its hooks. And she saw the wall safe. Danny set the painting down and looked back up at the safe. "Now where is the combination?" she wondered. She sat down on the leather chair behind the oak desk and inspected the desk's surface. Danny saw the rolodex and she spun the black wheel and watched as the alphabet's letters flew by. She stopped it at "C" for "combination." Nothing. She then tried "S" for "safe." Again nothing. Danny was stumped. She remained seated as she thought. And then it occurred to her that Landon might have the combination on his person. Danny walked back to the living room and looked at Landon's unconscious form on the floor. She knelt down and removed his wallet from his back pocket. She rifled through the wallet and found a small slip of folded paper which she unfolded. And there it was. 34R 48L 16R. Danny slipped the wallet back into Landon's rear pocket and returned to the safe in the study. She spun the dial according to the combination and heard the clicking sound as she reached 16R. She then pulled the small lever and opened the safe. Danny gazed into the safe and looked at the small bundles of cash. She noticed a number of traveller's checks. And she saw the white business envelope. She removed the envelope and unsealed it. She then removed the folded pages from the envelope. Danny unfolded the three pages and saw that they were photocopies. And they set forth what appeared to be ingredients. "Bingo!" Danny said and she refolded the papers and placed them into her purse. Just as Danny had begun to spin the wall safe's dial Eric Landon had begun to regain consciousness downstairs. He realized he was lying on the carpet in his living room. "What the fuck?" he wondered. Then he remembered the blonde he'd picked up and brought home. "Marissa," he said. He slowly got to his feet and looked around. He felt woozy. "Where the hell is she?" he wondered. And then he thought of the valuable information in his wall safe upstairs and said, "Oh shit." Landon slowly walked to the stairs and began his ascent. Just as Danny placed the stolen formula into her purse she heard the advancing footsteps and said, "Oh shit." She quickly walked behind the study's opened door and kicked off her heels. Landon walked into the study and gazed at the opened wall safe. "Motherfucker!" Danny slammed the door closed. As Landon turned around at the sound of the slammed door Danny brought up her right foot and caught him in his groin. Landon doubled over in obvious pain and Danny brought up her right knee and caught him under the chin. He stumbled backwards and fell on his ass. Landon was stunned. Danny casually walked over to him and looked down into his glassy eyes. "Lights out Eric," she said as she clasped her hands together and swung them around like a baseball bat until Landon's left cheek stopped their progress. He fell onto his back and slept like a baby. Danny inspected her nails and was glad to see that she hadn't broken any. She walked to the door and slipped her heels back on. She retrieved her purse from the desktop and noticed the chocolate bar right next to it. It was a Thompson's raisin and peanut bar. She picked it up and opened it. She then broke off a small piece and tasted it. "Hmm." She was tempted to take the candy with her but on reflection decided against it. "It's bad for my figure," she thought. Danny walked over to the unconscious body and said, "You can have the rest Eric." She then tossed the candy bar down at him and heard the soft thump as it landed on his chest. Business finished Danny walked out of the study and left the house. Three days later... Danny was sitting in the office of