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Karma By Heather Demosthenes The memories are still there, a bit faded now, and sometimes I think that other life was all just a dream, but I know it was real. I know things I shouldn't know. I remember events that happened before I was born. I never tried telling people because no one would believe me. Where to begin? My name was Mathew, Mathew what really doesn't matter anymore. I do remember that before it happened, I was unhappy. I had been injured in an accident as a child and I couldn't do the things most people could. I was always an outsider. I had few friends and never found love. I was lonely, miserable, and had no hope for the future. I remember thoughts of suicide, but I never gave in. I tried to live a good life, but always everything I tried turned against me. I kept telling myself I was saving up karma for my next life, even though I didn't believe in such things. Maybe that karma did count for something. I remember the day I died quite clearly. Dying is one of those things you tend to remember. It was a summer day, a rare one that was pleasant instead of hot. The neighborhood kids were out playing and I was sitting on my front porch, enjoying the cool breeze that was blowing. And then it happened. Some teenager showing off his car came speeding onto the street. The Neighbors little girl all of three years old was hidden behind a parked car decided at that moment to cross the street. I had never moved as fast before in my life. I did it without thinking. I reached the little girl just a second before the car did. I dove and pushed her out of the way. I hit the asphalt knowing she was safe. A fraction of a second later my world exploded in pain. The car hit me moving at 60. I was rolled under it as the driver tried to stop. I felt my ribs shatter, the shards entering my lungs. My pelvis cracked under the strain but that pain disappeared as I felt my spine snap as the top and bottom half of my body spun at different rates. Shortly after that I felt my neck break and most of the pain was gone. I was alive, barely, but I knew not for long. With my neck broken, the signals from my brain to my lungs telling my diaphragm to expand and contract were gone. The ambulance crew was there in minutes but they knew I wouldn't make it. They incubated me, and started trying to secure my neck and spine to keep from doing more damage than had already been done. I wanted to tell them not to bother. I knew too much damage had been done. I could hear my own heartbeat as my heart labored to continue beating, as I knew my chest was filling with blood. Every beat of my heart pushed more blood into my chest cavity. I listened to it as it started to slow. They say your life flashes before your eyes when you die, probably a bit of an exaggeration. I know I did think about my life, who I would miss, who would miss me. I loved my family and I hoped they would not be too sad at my death. I thought of the few moments when I was truly happy. I wanted to dwell on those. I didn't want to die thinking of the regrets I had. The last thing I thought of was saving the little girl's life. It seemed a fitting end to my life. I did the right thing, I helped someone else and as a reward I died. I listened to my heart as it labored to keep pushing blood. "Lub-dub". I heard the Paramedic telling me to stay with her. "Lub-..." My heart had stopped. As the darkness crept in my last thoughts were "well I sure hope that earned me some good karma." There was darkness and then in the distance a light. The pain slipped away as the final burst of endorphins filled my brain. The voices of the people around me faded and then in the distance I heard crying. The bright light grew and grew until it encompassed me. It was bright and yet it didn't hurt. I felt loved. Then the light began to fade, and the darkness began to return. *** I saw a bright light. It took me a while to realize I wasn't dead but that someone was shining a light in my eyes. I heard the noises of a hospital. My head hurt, and I felt a few bruises but the pain was minor compared to my headache. I was surprised I could feel anything. I had felt my neck snap. I heard someone calling a girls name. "Megan, can you hear me?" the voice asked. I opened my eyes slowly but it felt like someone was driving an ice pick into my eyes. Instinctively I moved to shield my eyes and felt large hands restrain my arms. "Easy Megan, you have a nasty bump on the head, we just want to see if you have a concussion." the voice said. "Where am I?" I muttered. I knew something weird was going on, because it wasn't my voice that came out, but a little girls. "You were thrown from your horse, do you remember that Megan? You're at the hospital." The voice said. It was the voice someone used when they spoke to an injured child. It felt as if my brain were swimming through cotton. It was hard to think. I muttered, "Who's Megan?" This seemed to concern the Doctor whom the voice obviously belonged to. "What's your name sweetheart, can you remember that?" I thought hard, I couldn't remember. I knew it wasn't Megan though. "I don't know." "Do you know what today's date is? What day of the week? The Year?" "June... it's Saturday, 2005. Not sure what date" "It's May 29th, 2006, Megan. It looks like you may have a bit of a concussion. I'm going to talk to your Mother, and then we're going to take you to take some X-rays of your head. The nurse will be here with you." By this time my eyes had adjusted to the light, it still hurt but I was able to see movement and shapes. I saw what I assumed was the Doctor the voice belonged to talking to a beautiful red haired woman. She certainly wasn't the mother I remembered. It was hard to think. I knew a concussion was serious business, but things just didn't add up. *** Over the next few hours things were a confusing mess. They X-rayed my head, and gave me some Tylenol for my headache. Several Doctors came and talked to me, asking me question after question. I seemed to amuse one Doctor when he asked me how old I was and I said I just turned 35. I surprised another one when I asked him how I was doing on the mental status testing. He was surprised but told me that my concussion was concerning to them. They did an MRI on me. Of course Doctors told me nothing, but I had figured out that I was not in my own body. I seemed to be in a girl's body, and I was apparently a young teen. My hair was long and red, like my "mother's". The woman they said was my mother stayed with me the whole time as well as an older blonde but who stayed outside for the most part. I had no doubt the red haired woman thought I was her daughter. I had seen that same look of concern on my own mother's face as a child, the look of a mother whose baby was hurt. I knew the Doctor had told her I had no clue whom she was, and I know it hurt her, but she put on a brave face. I tried to comfort her, I told her that I was sure my memory loss was just from the concussion and everything would come back to me. "When did you get so grown up?" she asked. Somehow I don't think the truth would help in this situation. I was told the blonde visitor I had was my nanny Miss Anna. She spoke with an English accent and appeared to be in her mid 30's. She seemed to be just as concerned about my welfare as my mother did. They kept me in the hospital for the next few days running tests. The doctor came in to talk to my mother and me, mostly to my mother. He explained that the MRI test showed some odd things in my brain. My memory may never return he said but that it appeared some things in my brain had become cross wired and could lead to some odd behavior. I found out my name was Megan West, and I was fourteen years old. My Father had passed away when I was young, and my mother raised me. My mother showed me a picture of the family when I was a baby my father was clearly in his 50's while my mother was in her early twenties, typical trophy wife I thought, but I could tell she did love my father. I found myself liking her as I got to know her. Finally after several days the Doctors decided there was nothing else they could do for me. They told us that they had no way of knowing just when or if my memory would return, or even how much memory I still retained. They told me to take it easy and not to over exert myself for the next few days while I recovered from the concussion. I got dressed to leave in some clothes Miss Anna had brought for me from home. They rolled me out in a wheelchair to the exit for the hospital. When we reached the front door of the hospital I expected a regular car and instead saw a Limo waiting for us. It felt odd as I got into the limo when the chauffer addressed me as Miss Megan and asked how I was feeling. I told him the truth, I felt sore and confused. I apologized to him for not remembering him, he just smiled and said "That's ok Miss Megan, I'm William, your Chauffer." Home was about thirty minutes away. I watched as the homes we passed got larger and larger. Finally we pulled up to a gate that would have turned back an army. It opened for us and what I had thought the house we drove right past. We drove past well-manicured lawns, nearly half a mile before we reached the house itself. My jaw dropped as I saw it, easily 3 stories high, it was a mansion larger than any I had ever seen. It had a modern look to it, obviously had been built in the last 20 years. The limo rolled up to the front door, the Chauffer opened the door for my mother and I followed her and Miss Anna followed me. Mother saw my confusion. "Do you remember anything about the house at all?" "No. This is our home?" "Yes. Your father had it built shortly before we were married. We also have a smaller place in Palm Beach where the yacht is parked." "Yacht? Just how rich are you?" She laughed, "Well technically I am as rich as you are, your father left half his estate to me, and half to you, yours is in a trust until you are 21. Suffice to say you don't have to worry about money" It was a shock to say the least. Only someone with billions would own a house like this. The butler George opened the door. I then met the rest of the staff, the Chef, Mrs. Valentine ("but you can call me Ruby, you always have") the Housekeeper Mrs. Hooper whom was married to the butler George. In the hospital I had met my mother's personal Assistant Julie Manheim. I also met our guardian angel as Mom called him, Mike Anthony. Mike was in charge of security; he actually had a staff of security personnel to protect Mom and I. They went with us everywhere. Mike and his guys (and a couple of girls) didn't look like the type of people to mess with. The entry had a huge Spiral staircase that led to the second floor and then went on to the third floor. The ceiling was a giant domed skylight. Miss Anna said "here let me show you to your room." I followed her up the stairs to the third floor. "My room is next to yours so if you need anything I am right there." I walked into my room and was impressed. After walking into the entry there was a sitting room, then up some stairs into the bedroom proper. Canopy bed, posters of pop stars, stuffed animals, an entertainment center hidden tastefully in an armoire, and a computer with high-speed Internet access. This last item drew me to it. I was online in minutes searching for proof to myself that my old life wasn't a figment of my imagination. I soon found it, an online article about a Hero who died saving a little girl's life. It was official: I was dead. I took off my shoes and lay down on my bed and let it sink in. I was dead, and yet here I was, alive and well in the body of a little girl. And I was little too; according to the growth chart on the wall I was 4'10". The scale in the bathroom said I weighed a whopping 83 lbs. Short and small for my age, but my mother was extremely petite so I would lay odds I would wind up that way too. The Metaphysics of my situation concerned me. I was not Megan West, that much I knew. I had a litany of questions this forced me to ask myself. What happened to the real Megan West? Had I somehow as a ghost possessed this young girl? Had I stolen her life? While I will admit I was not perfect I did many things that could be called theft, downloading MP3s and such, I could never steal someone's life. Where was the real Megan then? Was she dead? Had she died in that bike accident? Why was I here then? I lived my life, miserable as it was, why had I woken up after I remembered dying? Was it Reincarnation? I couldn't have been born as Megan; after all she was 13 years old when I died. Had the universe some how decided to balance the karmic scales? Had someone in the cosmic karma office realized I had gotten the short end of the stick and this was their way of repaying me? Or perhaps I was here to do another good deed? My mother obviously deeply loved me, and I can just imagine how shattered she would be if she lost her only child. She had lost a husband she loved dearly a few years earlier, to lose her only child would devastate her. Perhaps Megan's number had just come up, and she had gone on to be with her daddy in the afterlife. I knew there was no one on Earth who had the answers to the questions I had. The only thing I could do is live Megan's life to the fullest. I had been given this life as a gift. I owed it to whoever had given me this second chance to take advantage of it. If the opportunity presented itself to return this body to the real Megan I would give it gladly. After all I had been killed trying to give life back to a three year old who would have been killed had I not acted. A knock at the door roused me from my musings. Miss Anna had brought me some lunch that Ruby had made for me, Tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. It was comfort food for an injured child. It was delicious to my nearly empty stomach. The Grilled cheese was unlike any grilled cheese sandwich I had ever had before. Ruby was obviously a world-class chef. While I ate Miss Anna fussed over me. "Your Hair is just dreadful, three days in a hospital bed. We need to get you cleaned up. I will help you wash your hair." The shower was an adventure for me to say the least. Much as I wanted to explore my new body I was too busy just trying to get it clean. Fortunately my new body was quite flexible compared to my old one. It definitely felt odd being 1/4th the size I used to be, and 16 inches shorter. Miss Anna helped me wash my hair, being careful of the bump from my fall. Her hands were firm but gentle. After I climbed from the shower stall into the towel she proceeded to dry me off with. A fluffy robe followed and she led me to the vanity. She used a large comb to get the tangles out and then proceeded to brush and dry it. In the end she braided it into two braids that ran to the bottom of my shoulder blades. I moved from there to the bedroom and proceeded to put on the clothes Miss Anne had laid out for me, cotton panties, a tank top, and shorts. Typical summer clothes for a girl my age. "Why don't you watch some TV? Or maybe read a book? You need to take it easy for the next week or so." "Ok" I said as I noticed the large bookshelf along the one wall packed with books. I started looking and noticed I shared a taste in science fiction with Megan at least. Then I saw it, the Holy Grail, a Book that had been published after my death. The 6th book in a 7 book series, I will let you figure out the book I am talking about. I pulled it down from its place, and saw the marks of a well-read book. Megan had the whole series in hardback and Paperback on her shelf. I soon found myself curled up on a comfy chair and engrossed in the adventures of a certain Boy with a scar. A voice from the wall roused me from my text-induced stupor. "Megan, dinner is ready, Mrs. Valentine made a special dinner for you." It was my mother's voice from an intercom I hadn't noticed earlier. "Ok" I mumbled as I started to examine the intercom for a way to reply. "What was that Megan?" Obviously she could hear me. "Oh sorry, I forgot how the intercom worked. I'll be down in a minute, Mom." The house was huge; by most people's standards it was an American Castle, but fortunately I had seen the Dining room when I had come in. Dinner was delicious. Ruby had made a selection of broiled shrimp and lobster tails. Apparently Megan and I shared a love of seafood as well. Mom sat next to me at the huge table, which made dinner feel cozier. She tried to find out how much I did remember and how much I had lost. I tried to be honest with her. I remembered nothing of Megan's life. While I did remember things, facts, history, knowledge, anything personal was gone. She asked me how I felt about it, wanting to know how I was dealing. I could tell she was concerned. "I think it's harder on everyone around me, and especially you Mom. I mean, I don't know what I am missing, but you have lost the little girl you loved. In her place is someone who looks like her, and sounds like her, yet has no memory of any of the happy or sad times we have shared. I hope I do get my memory back someday. If I don't get my memory back, then we have a choice to make." My mother looked very thoughtful as she considered what I had said. "What choice do we have to make?" "We have to decide if we are going to dwell on a past that is lost to us, or the future. If we dwell on the past, we will all be miserable seeking something we can never have. If we look to the future, we can build new memories to replace the ones I lost. You will always have the memories of me before the accident, but the past is gone. All we have left is the future." She looked at me with a shocked look on her face. I realized my mistake. Nothing I had just said should have crossed the lips of a fourteen year old. I knew there was only way out, and that was to just brass my way through it. "What's wrong?" I asked her. "You sound so grown up." "Well the Doctor did say I could display odd behavior. Maybe that's what it really takes to mature, to get some common sense knocked into you." I hoped this smokescreen and a little humor would distract her. "Besides I'm in no hurry to grow up, that mean's I have to pay full price at the movies." I smiled what I hoped was a reassuring smile. Mom smiled at that, "I guess you are right." We went back to small talk after that. After dinner I decided to explore the house. House was an understatement it was a Mansion. I told mom what I intended to do. "Ok dear if you get lost just hit the call button on the intercom and someone will answer you. You sure you don't want me to show you around?" "Maybe later, it just seems more fun to explore on my own the house I grew up in." "Ok sweetie, the Basement is where most of the fun stuff is." She smiled as she said that. I assumed I would probably find a pool table or something. The first floor was mostly the living areas. A huge living room, the dining room, the main kitchen, a family room, and what appeared to be a room devoted to parties. The Ceilings were all about twice what you would expect in a normal house. It helped make me feel even smaller. The Library was Huge and took up two floors by itself. There was a spiral staircase to get to the upper floor of the library where more books were. A PC was also there with an extensive library of reference DVDs and CDs. I found a Study that looked like my Mother used it as a personal retreat. Also there was an Office for her and one for Miss Manheim. The Second floor was mostly living quarters. My room was there and next to my room was Miss Anna's room. There were other rooms that were just as big as mine. I suspected that had my father lived long enough, these rooms would be where my brothers and sisters would have slept. Instead of that, they were now guest rooms. I found a playroom with typical entertainments for a child my age, a foosball table, a big screen TV set up with both a play station and an Xbox and a huge selection of games, and comfy chairs set up around the screen. In one corner of the room there was a well stocked bar, stocked with sodas, and snacks and a small fridge and freezer, blender for milkshakes and a shaved ice machine. Let's face it obviously I was spoiled rotten. I never got the impression from my mother or any of the servants that they expected me to behave in a manner that would indicate Megan had let it go to her head. The third floor was comprised of guest rooms and a large deck from the deck I got a view of the rear of the house. There was a large pool with a rock formation that had a waterfall and a water slide. It was hard to see but it looked as if the rock formation concealed a private area. I would bet there was a Grotto like at the playboy mansion. This Rock formation took up one whole side of the pool. I looked forward to exploring it. Beyond that I could see several guesthouses, and beyond that what looked like a private lake. The garden lay just beyond the pool and consisted of many types of flowers. I saw a large hedge maze that had several rest areas and fountains hidden inside. A green house near the garden was obviously where the flowers were tended too and kept blooming. Next to the green house was obviously the home of the head Gardener and a small parking lot for his staff. I went back downstairs at this point and decided it was time to explore the basement. I had expected the typical basement where you would find the mechanicals that keep a house running. I found no obvious sign of them. They had been well hidden. Instead I found exactly what my mother promised. I did find a pool table, as well as an air hockey table and a small video arcade filled with a few classic games, but also some of the newest games. There was even what appeared to be a flight simulator complete with hydraulic actuation. I also found a selection of slot machines and video poker machines. All were set up to use tokens or magnetic cards. There were buckets of tokens available as well as cards you could recharge at a computer terminal. You needed the tokens or cards to play the games and the slot machines. I could see how this could be used to ration playtime. The fact that the buckets and cards were all freely availably made me think it probably wasn't used that way recently. I explored farther I found a Locker room split into boys and girls areas. In the Girls area I found a Locker with my name on it, as well as one for my mother and one fro each of the female staff. I assumed it was the same in the means area. In my Locker I found several swimsuits and workout clothes. There was a shower area with several shower stalls. Leaving the Locker room there was a Sauna, and a whirlpool. Beyond that was a huge shock, there was an indoor swimming pool. The pool was not huge but it was big enough to do laps in. The water was warm, most likely heated. The other direction from the pool was an exercise room with some of the latest workout equipment. There was even an area for aerobics and Yoga. Heading back the other way I found a bowling alley. Two lanes set up just like at a real bowling alley. On past the bowling alley was a dummy ticket taker in a phony booth guarding a snack bar complete with a popcorn machine and a hotdog roaster. There was even a drink fountain. There was also a selection of movie style candy. Past the snack bar was a private Theater that had seats for about sixteen people. The seats all reclined and looked incredibly comfortable. There was a High definition projector pointed at the screen. Obviously this was the Home theater of many a techno geeks dreams. I found a DVD player as well as a huge selection of movies. I also found a computer with a huge amount of storage that stored recorded programs as well as just about any video file. I wandered back to the arcade and played a few video games and a game of pool before heading back to my room. It was about 8:30 at that point and it had been a long day. In my room I found a t-shirt style nightdress laid out for me. I went into the bathroom and started striping off my clothes. I placed them in the dirty laundry hamper. I used the toilet and then freshened up on the bidet. I had never used one before in my life, but I knew in general how they worked. I found it quite refreshing. I washed my hands and then brushed my teeth and then flossed. I went back into the bedroom and put on my nightgown. As I was turning down the bed the intercom beeped at me. I turned it on and answered "yes?" Miss Anna was on the other end. "Would you like me to bring you some hot chocolate before bed?" "Yes, thank you, that sounds yummy." "Ok I will be up in a few minutes with a cup for you." "Thank you Miss Anna." "You are welcome sweetie." True to her word she was up with a cup of hot chocolate for me. "Here you go sweetie, just leave the empty on the bedside table and we will take it back to the kitchen in the morning." "Thank you Miss Anna." "You are welcome sweetie." Miss Anna then bent down and gave me a kiss on the forehead. She turned on the lamp beside my bed and then turned out the overhead light as she left the room. As I sipped the hot chocolate I thought back upon the days events. Not only had I died and woken up in the body of a fourteen year old girl, but I was a rich fourteen year old girl. I had a loving mother and a Nanny who loved me as well. And yet it wasn't me they loved, it was Megan. I didn't know if I would ever feel comfortable in Megan's body or in her life. I would gladly give it back to her. I set the empty cup on its saucer on the bedside table and then turned out the light. I wrapped myself around my body pillow and tried to get to sleep. Eventually the fatigue of the day set in and I drifted into dreamland. Unfortunately, dreamland is not always a happy place, especially after you have died. I woke up screaming. Within seconds it seemed Miss Anna was there to comfort me. Tears rolled down my cheeks as the nightmare started to fade. I had dreamt Megan had been in my old body chasing me demanding her body back. I told her I wanted to give it back but I didn't know how. Instead of responding she pushed me and I watched as the car that killed me hit her, and then we switched, and I was the one being hit. Only this time the pain didn't stop when my neck broke. It kept going. Miss Anna held me close, comforting me, saying those words you say to a child who has had a nightmare. "It wasn't real it was just a dream." I wanted to scream at her "It was real, it happened!!" but I didn't. Eventually I convinced her I would be ok, that it had just been a bad dream. She left to return to her own room and I returned to my own thoughts. Post traumatic stress, survivor guilt, whatever you want to call it, I had it. I knew I had to come to terms with what had happened or I might never get another decent nights sleep again. Eventually I managed to get back to sleep, and this time I was not awoken by another nightmare. *** I awoke slowly in that leisurely manner that seemed so rare in my other life with no alarm screaming at me. I was well rested and felt, dare I say, even perky. In my entire life I was never a morning person. I was soon wide-awake. I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to take care of my morning business. I put my hair into a shower cap I found and climbed in for a nice leisurely shower. I finally had a chance to explore my new body. My breasts showed some growth and the nipples had that puffy tender quality. When the water first hit them I felt them crinkle and erect as they puffed up. According to the bras I had found they were A cup. Judging by my mother's breasts though I didn't think they would grow that much more, perhaps a B. Exploring lower I sat down on the ledge in the shower to get a better look at that part between my legs that I had always been fascinated with in my other life. I had a hand mirror I had taken from the vanity to help me get a good look. The first thing I noticed was a complete lack of hair. At this age I should have at least some, but my legs were smooth as well as my pubic region and underarms. I suspected Megan had talked her mother into laser treatments. It looked so delicate. The outer lips covered the delicate pink inner lips. They were a shade of pink unique to redheads. At the top I found the Holy Grail, that magic button that would lead me on many adventures as I matured. For such a powerful organ it seemed so tiny. I pulled the lips apart to pull back the hood and felt such wonderful tingles. Using the mirror I could see my hymen was missing which didn't surprise me considering Megan was a horseback rider. I began to gently rub my around my clitoris, tugging on the lips putting gentle friction on my clitoris. Oh yes this was mush better than masturbating as a man. Looking at the handheld showerhead, I decided to see why women loved them so much. My first mistake was not adjusting the flow. It hit my clit full force and I dropped the showerhead and instinctively rolled into a fetal position. It was not that it had been painful, quite the contrary, the sensations were so intense I just couldn't continue. After calming myself for a second, I reduced the flow to a bare minimum and then tried again. The water beating against the area around and on my clit was intense, but bearable this time. I felt feelings of intense pleasure welling up inside me, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming on pleasure as the pressure built up until it felt as if a damn of pure pleasure broke lose inside me as I felt every muscle in my abdomen clamp down over and over. Finally I had to drop the showerhead. I curled up into a fetal position again as I the aftershocks continued to roll over me. I could definitely get used to that I thought. I finished cleaning up, and turned the shower off. I reached out and grabbed a waiting towel from the towel rack and patted myself dry. I pulled the shower cap off and put on my bathrobe. I walked into my walk in closet. The closet was bigger than my bedroom in my old life. I went to the wall with the dresser and searched until I found my underwear drawer. I found a nice bra and panty set that looked comfortable and for the first time I put on a bra. While in my other life I had always dreamed of being a girl and had even done some cross dressing, bras I had almost no experience with. Fortunately I had read enough stories to know how to put it on backwards and then turn it around and slip my arms through the straps. It was a bit uncomfortable, but not to bad. I finally settled on a pair of shorts and a nice oversized t-shirt. Looking through the shoes I settled on some ankle socks and tennis shoes. It was about 7:30 by this time. I wandered down to the Kitchen and as soon as Ruby saw me she asked me if I wanted breakfast. I answered, "Yes Ma'am, Please." Ruby mixed me up an omelet, and served it with a glass of Orange Juice and a glass of milk. I sat at the kitchen counter eating as Ruby talked about what she was going to make for lunch. As I was finishing breakfast Mother came in and gave me a kiss on my forehead and asked how I was feeling. I told mother that I was feeling better, but my head still hurt a little. She suggested I take it easy for the rest of the day. "I have to go to go to some meetings. I'll be back around 6 PM, we can watch a movie tonight after dinner." "That sounds like fun Mom." "Ok I'll see you when I get back." she gave me a hug and a kiss and headed for the front door where I assumed William was waiting. Miss Anna checked up on me a few minutes later to make sure I was up and about. She suggested I unbraid my hair and brush it out. I could put it back in a ponytail after I brushed it. It sounded like a good idea to me, so after finishing the last of my orange juice I headed for my bedroom. It took me only a few minutes to unbraid my hair and I found brushing it to be quite relaxing. This was my first time ever in my life having long hair. In my old life I had always kept my hair short because on me long hair just looked sloppy. In this body it fit perfectly. After brushing my hair out I once again split it into two bunches and then put the bunches into loose pigtails at the back of my head. I decided to do some more nosing around the computer and see what sort of information I could find about Megan's life and tastes. After booting up the computer I began to browse her photos. I say many photos of Megan and a taller brunette girl. Obviously Megan and this girl were quite close. There were lots of photos of them hugging. There were other pictures of Megan and her mother and this other girl on what appeared to be the yacht mother had talked about. There were also pictures of all of them playing on wave runners in the crystal clear waters of what I would lay odds was the Caribbean. There were pictures of Megan and her mother in London, Rome, Paris, Greece, Japan, and Australia. I dug into Megan's browser history to see what sites she had visited. I was surprised by some of her choices. There were the typical teen girl oriented ones, but a few were of a more adult nature. Some bondage sites as well as lesbian sites. Megan was obviously very precocious for her age. I wondered if Megan had a diary? It would be just what I needed to get to know her better. I searched the bookshelf and desk but found nothing. I sat down and thought about it for a few minutes and realized that I would lay odds there was a safe in this room, and if there were a safe, that would be where Megan would keep her most valuable possessions. Sure enough behind a painting on the wall next to the desk was the safe. Fortunately unlike most safes, they had sprung for the high end safe. This one had not only a combination keypad, but a thumbprint scanner. I would have to see about resetting the combination later. I pressed my thumb to the scanner and a second later I heard the locking bolts rotating out of the way. I twisted the handle and the main bolt rotated clear opening the safe. Sure enough sitting on top was a diary. There were other keepsakes and mementos in the safe, things that a fourteen year old girl would be afraid of losing, especially a fourteen year old to whom money was not something to worry about. I sat down on the bed and began glancing through the Diary and found the typical pre-teen stuff. I looked with curiosity at the day I died. "June 25, 2005 Dear Diary, Something happened today, but I don't know what it was. I was swimming in the pool when all the sudden I started crying. I hid in the grotto and just kept crying. It felt as if someone close to me had died. As soon as I caught my breath I ran inside to find Mom. She was in her office working on some paperwork. She asked me why I was crying and when I told her she started making calls. Everyone I knew was ok. That calmed me down but I still couldn't shake the feeling that someone who was meant to be important to me had been in a great deal of pain and was now gone. I feel like there's a hole in my heart. A piece of me is missing now and it doesn't make any sense. Maybe someone I was destined to love died? I have read about re-incarnation and while I don't believe in it, one thing that might make sense is soul mates, two souls who are destined to come together lifetime after lifetime, sometimes as enemies, others as friends and even lovers. Did the man I was destined to fall in love with die? If so will he return again? Will we miss each other completely this life? Maybe he or she will be my baby some day. I don't know but it was the most scared I had ever been. TTFN" Soul mates? That might explain how we were tied together. It still didn't answer what happened to Megan and why I was here. Did my death somehow throw everything out of whack? Was I meant to meet her in a few years and somehow make her fall in love with me? I doubted that very much. I had nothing to offer a girl like Megan. I looked through the more recent pages and noticed a few hearts with "M.W. n T.W. 2gether 4ever" in them. I heard a ding from the computer. I went over and checked and found an instant message waiting for me. "Hey gf where u been. U get grounded from the puter or smthng?" Ah the joys of instant message English. I answered back "not exactly, I fell off my horse and hit my head. Been in the hospital for a few days. Just got home yesterday" "OMG r u ok?" "Yes and no." "What do u mean?" "I have amnesia. I have no idea who you are for example. Or who I am for a better example. I know who I am, I just don't remember anything." "OMG, it's me Tay, Meg I will be over in a few minutes." With that she went offline. I went over to the intercom and pressed the call Button. "Miss Anna?" "Yes dear?" came the answer. "Uhm I think a friend of mine is coming over to see me, someone named 'Tay'?" "Taylor is coming over? You remember her?" "No, but she messaged me on the computer and said she was coming over." "Ok Megan, I'll notify the Gate to let her in. They know her. I'll bring her up when she gets here and I'll let Mrs. Valentine know you will have a guest for lunch." "Thank you Miss Anna." I felt oddly relieved to have Taylor coming over. From the pictures on the computer I gathered that perhaps Taylor was Megan's best friend, and as such Taylor was the best person to tell me more about Megan and Megan's life. I glanced through the diary and saw that Megan had been keeping it for years. She started it not long after she first learned to write. I mumbled "boy have I got an entry for you" under my breath as I put it away back in the safe. I went back to the computer to try and piece some of my life together. A knock on the bedroom door let me know Taylor had arrived. As soon as I opened the door I was embraced in a hug. With a smile on my face I said, "Hi, my name is Megan, nice to meet you." "Oh my God, you really don't remember me?" the brunette girl asked. She was very cute, about 5'1". She was taller than me, but not by much. "Don't feel bad, I don't remember me either." She smiled. "At least your sense of humor hasn't changed. What happened? Will your memory come back?" "They tell me I fell off my horse, but I suspect it was aliens who kidnapped me and sucked my brain dry prior to an invasion where they will come and steal all our cheese." Of course I was joking, but Taylor didn't know that. I could tell she was debating calling for help. "I'm kidding, you actually thought I might be serious for a second there didn't you?" "Well a head injury can do strange things to people." "Besides, as everyone knows the moon is made of cheese, what they want is our wine to go with the cheese." This time I got her to giggle. "Seriously I fell from my horse hit my head woke up to some guy shining a bright light in my eyes asking this Megan person if she could hear him. They don't think my memories will come back. They ran all sorts of tests, MRI, CT scans, X- Rays, EEGs. I felt like a damn lab rat." "Oh Megs I am so sorry, Mom and I were out of town visiting Daddy, he was making some deal in California, so we went and did some sightseeing while we were there. I never saw you online while we were at the hotel so I assumed you had gotten in trouble or something." "Well let me tell you, when you don't remember anything it sure is a shock to find out you are rich. At least I assume I am. Mom mentioned something about a smaller house in Palm Beach where the yacht is." "Small? It's as big as my house," Taylor Giggled, "and that Yacht is huge. Your mom invited my family with you when you went to the Caribbean last Summer." "Yeah I saw the pictures on the computer. It looks like it was fun." A dreamy look crossed Taylor's face, "Oh yes a lot of fun." Obviously she was thinking of something specific. "Too Bad I don't remember any of it." "Oh yeah you really, really would want to remember that." "What?" Taylor glanced at the door. "I can't believe you don't remember. That was the first time when we... well when we you know, did it." She was blushing so red I swear that if I turned the lights off she could light the room. I decided to see just how much of a blush I could get. "Did what?" I asked as innocently as I could. "You know, we made out, and then went further." Candy apple red, that was the color of her cheeks. "Oh my god, I'm a lesbian?!" I asked incredulously. I fanned myself and feigned a swoon. At that point she finally caught on that I was pulling her leg. "You rat! You do remember!" She giggled and pushed me onto my loveseat. "No I don't remember, but I did understand what you meant. You blushed so prettily I wanted to see how red I could get you." She dropped onto the loveseat beside me. "I wouldn't say we were lesbians, bi-sexual definitely. Besides you would look horrible with a crew cut and Doc Martins" "No argument here, besides, it does explain some of the websites I found in my browser history." "Oh? What sites?" We moved over to the computer and I opened up the web browser and opened up some of the lesbian bondage sites. "Mmmmm, you know I always have wanted to tie you up," purred Taylor. "Maybe you'll get your chance." I teased back. I felt her looking over my shoulder and it was as if an electric field existed between us. Tingles ran up and down my spine. I felt her lips on my neck and my nipples were rock hard. As I turned to face her, her lips met mine, and my lips parted. I could feel her tongue dancing with mine. The buzz of the intercom interrupted us. "Megan, Taylor, Lunch is ready in the breakfast nook." Miss Anna's voice said. I got up and walked back to the Intercom. "Ok Miss Anna, we'll be down in a minute. Thank you." I looked at Taylor. I wanted very much to return to kissing her. "Let's go eat, I'm Starving," I said. "Yeah Ruby always makes great meals. My Mom swears she is going to move in here one day and pretend to be you just to eat her food." We both giggled as we walked down to the breakfast nook. My feelings were in turmoil. Two fourteen year old girls exploring their sexuality together was perfectly natural, but I wasn't a fourteen year old girl. I was a thirty five year old man in the body of a fourteen year old girl. As I ate lunch with Taylor and Miss Anna, I kept replaying the events over and over in my mind. Taylor had been the aggressor, not I. Taylor and Megan had a pre-existing sexual relationship, and I wasn't taking them somewhere they hadn't already gone. It had been so long since I felt that way. I had been so lonely for so long in my old life and here was a beautiful girl who lusted for me as much as I lusted for her. There was love between Megan and Taylor I could tell. Small talk about summer plans filled the conversations. Taylor didn't really have any plans other than summer camp in a few weeks that we were both supposed to go to. Miss Anna said it was up to my mother and me if I went. I figured a four-week Vacation for Miss Anna would be nice for her so I told her I would probably go. It would be best to try and stick as close to my normal schedule as possible. "I called Mrs. West when you arrived Taylor and she said it was wonderful you were here. She invited you to stay the night if you want. She called your mother and cleared it with her." "Cool! Girls night!" Answered Taylor. "Well Mrs. West felt you could help Megan try and remember, not to mention cheer her up. She has been a bit of a gloomy Gus the last few days." "I have not, just for that I'm going to go sulk." I said and stuck my tongue out at Miss Anna. Miss Anna smiled and looked at Taylor, "See? You are already having a bad influence on her." A mischievous grin crossed Taylor's face, "I'll see what I can do." Taylor gave me a wink. I felt a flush of arousal. Good God I was a bundle of hormones. "Hey Megs why don't we hit the pool after lunch?" It sounded good to me, I wanted to check out the pool. "Do you have a suit here?" "Sure, I spend so much time here I have a bunch of stuff in one of the spare rooms." "Kewlies." I had vivid memories from my old life of an experience with an ex girlfriend in a swimming pool. Miss Anna added, "Make sure you put on sunscreen, you know how you freckle Megan." I looked at her sideways with a smile on my face and wide questioning eyes. Miss Anna turned almost as red as Taylor had earlier. "Oh you know what I mean Luv. You are a redhead and every time you get a lot of sun you freckle like crazy." I smiled "Yes Ma'am, I will put on sunscreen. Lord knows I have enough freckles as it is." "There's soda and lemonade in the poolside bar cooler. If you need anything else use the intercom to call." After we finished lunch and I thanked Ruby for it, we ran upstairs giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. It took me a few seconds to realize after I thought that, which we were, in fact, a couple of giggling schoolgirls. This made me giggle harder for some reason. I could tell already Taylor was going to be a bad influence on me. I went and found a drawer full of suits, I finally settles on a yellow bikini with a red floral print on it. I found several pairs of sunglasses and picked a pair I liked. A wrap around skirt that matched my suit and a pair of flip flops completed my outfit. I grabbed a bottle of sun tan Lotion and a large comb and headed out the door. Taylor had on a blue bikini that matched her eyes when I met her in the hall on the way down to the pool. I wondered about towels and she told me there were plenty by the pool. I asked her if she would help me braid my hair to keep it out of the say she agreed but only if I did hers as well. We got to the pool and pulled towels from the hutch there for them and sat down on lounge chairs. Taylor handed me the sunscreen and took the comb and started to braid my hair while I put sunscreen on my front. I made sure to get my face and ears and neck. By the time I had finished with my front my hair had been braided and Taylor got my backside. When she got to my lower back she made me stand I felt her finger creep under my suit. She dropped lower to get the back of my legs and as she got to my thighs there was no mistake about her intentions as the back of her hand caressed me in that place I had so recently discovered. The smirk on her face left no question she knew exactly what she had done. Taylor handed me the comb as she turned around to start putting the lotion on herself. I combed out her hair and quickly braided it into a single braid. When I finished with her hair she handed me the lotion and I made sure her backside was protected from the sun. I couldn't bring myself to return her caress though. I still had trouble letting go of my old life. We dove into the pool together and began horsing around. Exploring the Rock formation intrigued me The Water slide was artistically disguised as natural formation in the rock. The waterfall hid a nook where you could rest out of the sun. It was just big enough for the two of us and anyone looking in wouldn't be able to see us. As we lay in the nook resting, Taylor ran her finger over my stomach. The finger slid under my top and she began to gently tweak my nipples. Her lips met mine and I could not deny how aroused she made me. I felt so out of control. Taylor's hand slid into my bikini bottoms and her fingers caressed my pussy. As her fingers caressed my clitoris, I drew in a sharp breath. "Megan I love you. I know you have forgotten about us, but I hope I can help you remember the feelings we have for each other." I could barely think straight at that point, her fingers were taking me to heaven. "Tay, I don't know what to say. I can't remember ever feeling this way before. You fill a hole in me that I didn't even know was there." Taylor smiled as I realized what I had just said. "Not that hole silly! A hole in my heart." I drew her face towards mine and as we kissed, I felt it. It had been building and as we kissed I moaned and felt every muscle in my abdomen contract and then contract again. I pulled Taylor close as I started to cry. It felt so good I was completely speechless. Taylor kissed away my tears. I slid my hand into Taylor's bikini and began to gently tease her clitoris. As my fingers worked their magic I nibbled on her neck. I felt her body tense as her orgasm approached. I slowed my fingers I tried to hold Taylor on the edge as long as I could without sending her over the edge. When she finally went over the edge her eyes rolled back in her head as she spasmed in pleasure. A Loud moan excaped from her lips thankfully to be covered by the waterfall. "Where did you learn to do that? Maybe you should fall off a horse more often!" We cuddled in the nook for a few more minutes then I slid back into the pool. Taylor followed me and we drifted into the grotto and climbed into the hot tub. We snuggled together and giggled. "Hey where are your earrings?" Taylor asked. "I didn't even know my ears were pierced. They must have taken them out at the hospital. I've been too busy worrying about everything else to worry about earrings." Taylor pulled up my hand and scrutinized my nails. "Ok your nails look terrible too. I bet you need a pedicure too. After we get a shower and head back inside I'll do your nails." "I noticed I haven't needed to shave my legs or other places." Taylor smiled "Yeah me either. Your mom sprung for laser treatments on your thirteenth birthday. She covered me too so you didn't have to do it alone. My mom was cool with it. She said she wished they had it when she was our age. Took about 6 treatments to make sure they got it all. You still have to shave off the baby fuzz every so often, but other than that no worries." "Cool." We spent the next half hour or so cuddling and smooching in the hot tub before we decided to head inside. I turned off the jets on the hot tub and slid into the pool following Taylor to the poolside showers as we rinsed the chlorine from our hair and bodies. We unbraided each other hair to make sure we got it nice and clean. We grabbed our towels and started to dry off. I went and grabbed a couple of lemonades from the bar. We sipped the lemonades while we dried our hair and ourselves. We took turns combing each other's hair. For something so mundane, it felt so intimate. We put or wraps on and headed back inside. When we got back inside I let Miss Anna know we were going to get cleaned up and would be in my room. Taylor grabbed some clothes from her room while I hopped in the shower in my room. I washed the sunscreen off with a body scrub. The scent of cucumber melon filled my nostrils. As I was rinsing off Taylor joined me in the shower and washed my back while taking some liberties with my front. I returned the favor and soon we were the cleanest dirty girls around. Taylor paid special attention to my ears to make sure my earring holes hadn't closed up or gotten too dirty. When we exited the shower Taylor helped me into my robe and I helped her into hers. She had me sit down at the vanity as she went into my closet and returned with a pair of small hoop earrings. She fit them into the piercings in my ears and they felt oddly comfortable. I made room for her beside me as we brushed out our hair and then used the blow dryer to dry each other's hair. After my hair was dry I went into the closet and before I could select underwear, Taylor joined me after putting on her own underwear, a sexy blue thong. She found a white thong for me and then handed me a baby doll style dress, perfect for the warm weather. It was the first dress I had worn, and I found it liberating. Taylor put on a pair of denim shorts and a cami top. After looking in the mirror she declared us "Hot" and started digging through my vanity grabbing nail care things. Before I knew it, Taylor was stripping the chipped and worn polish off my fingers. She cleaned and buffed my nails trimmed my cuticles and then started painting them with a polish named "real red" although it looked more of a pinkish red to me. After finishing with my right hand she started on my left leaving me to gently blow on the nails of my right hand. When she finished with the left hand she went back and added another layer of polish on my right hand's nails while I gently dried the nails on my left. She repeated this with the left hand then finally a clear coat for the nails on both hands to protect the polish. Taylor then started on my toes. She placed a toe spreader on both feet and started working on my toenails. A knock on my door brought me out of my nail polish induced stupor. "Come in." I said. Mother opened the door and came in. "Hello Taylor how have you been?" "Fine Mrs. West. Why didn't you call me when Megs got hurt?' "To be honest Taylor, it slipped my mind. I was so worried about Megan I didn't do much thinking. I am sorry dear." "That's ok Mrs. West. I understand." Mom turned her attention to me "So has Taylor managed to stir up any memories?" "Memories? No. Feelings? Emotions? Yes. I definitely feel connected to Taylor. That and she insisted on doing my nails." "Well someone had to, they looked like crap." We all giggled at that. "I thought that we might watch a movie tonight, complete with popcorn, hot dogs, and nachos. Of course with Ruby doing the cooking it puts any theater's snack bar to shame. Then you girls can have a slumber party." "Sounds good to me." I answered. Taylor nodded in agreement. "I noticed what you have been reading, do you remember the other books in the series?" "Yeah and that's so odd. I don't remember reading the books, but I remember what was in them. I even remember the movies, just not actually watching them." "How about we watch the fourth movie tonight? It just came out on DVD. I picked it up while I was out. Or we could even do a Marathon, all 4 movies." "That works for me, what about you Tay?" "Let's start with the new one. If we want to watch the others Megs and I can watch them in the playroom." "Ok that sounds like a plan. Ruby should have dinner ready for us in about 30 minutes. We can eat in the theater." "Ok Mom we'll be down as soon as my nails are dry." Mom left to go change into something more comfortable. Taylor finished with my toenails and went and grabbed a pair of sandals for me to wear when my toes dried. "Your Mom is so cool." "Thanks, I think so too, but the sad thing is you know her better than I do. She's always there for me, but she is also staying back, trying not to smother me. This whole situation has been so weird for me. I don't remember anything of my life. Right now I am just trying to keep from being overwhelmed. Thank God school is out for the summer. I don't know if I could handle it right now." "Yeah it can be brutal, and having no clue who anyone is when they all know you would just make it worse. Don't worry I'll get you back up to speed before school starts in September." We headed down to the basement. Sure enough manning the concession stand was Ruby. "Grab a tray ladies and I'll serve up some snacks for the movie." German sausages with sauerkraut, Dijon mustard and relish on Kaiser buns made superior hotdogs. Ruby's version of nachos involved taco meat and cheddar cheese baked to a crispy finish then topped with sour cream. We got drinks and found seats in the theater. The big theater chairs had fold out trays to set our dinners on it. Mom joined us with her own Dinner a few minutes later in sweat pants and a tank top. She put the movie on and soon we were all enthralled by it. My mother and Taylor had seen it before but for me it was the first time. We had fun watching the movie and all the extras and outtakes and interviews. Mom decided to call it a night and Taylor and I decided to head up to the playroom and make some milk shakes. Ruby had been there before us and left us a supply of finger sandwiches in the fridge for us to snack on. "So have you explored the house?" Taylor asked as we sipped our milk shakes while watching TV. "Most of it. I am sure there are things I haven't seen, like Mom's room or the Men's locker room downstairs." "What about the attic? I always wondered what kind of stuff you guys had up there. You never know what kind of treasures you can find. I once found a collection of my dad's old dirty magazines." "Sounds like an adventure." We grabbed a couple of flashlights from behind the bar and headed up to the third floor to find the entrance to the attic. After looking for a few minutes we found the door to the attic stairs and were soon in the attic. It turns out we didn't need the flashlights since the attic was well lit and the switches were right by the door. We found the usual junk you find in any attic, Christmas decorations, old clothes, Old Paintings that didn't make the cut when new art came in. The attic was huge and sectioned off into many rooms. I found boxes of old toys I must have played with as a child. Naked Barbie Dolls seem to be a universal thing. We went from one end of the attic to the other. While we did find some old books and magazines, there was nothing more racy than Cosmo or Maxim. It was then that I noticed something odd. "That's weird," I said. "What is?" Asked Taylor. "The attic is too small, there should be another 60 feet or so deeper here." "Are you sure?" "Yeah I think so. I wonder if there is a hidden room or something." I started knocking on the wall looking for anything that could be a door. We finally an expertly hidden seem that could hide a door. With the two of us searching we finally found a hidden switch that triggered the door. Through the door was a small finished room that looked like a lounge in the corner there was an elevator that obviously went to a room in the lower part of the house judging by where it was it had to lead to my mother's bedroom. I noticed the door to the attic was heavily soundproofed. Taylor and I looked at each other and went on to the next room. This looked like a dressing room. There was a bathroom to one side with a large shower stall and a tub. There were rows upon rows of leather, latex and fetish clothing. Taylor was just as astonished as I was. I noticed most of the outfits were for a woman, and all were in my mother's size. While the room did not look used recently, the latex and leather looked well cared for. The next room completely blew us away. It was a dungeon, complete with high tech bondage furniture. There were armoires filled with sex toys of every imaginable type. There was even a TV with a VCR and DVD player. The DVDs and most of the VHS tapes were high-end bondage and fetish movies from the early 90's or earlier. Then there were the homemade tapes. I saw an old High end Camcorder set up on a tripod. I looked through the tapes and saw one that was labeled "Proposal '91". I turned on the TV and put it in the VCR and hit play. The static of the tape disappeared as the camera came on and there on screen was a woman with a beautiful body, wearing a blindfold and ball gag. Her wrists were tied behind her back to the opposite elbow. She was wearing a rope harness. Her perfect breasts were capped with perky nipples that had been pierced. A man entered the picture and placing a leash onto the collar she wore, he pulled her to her feet and began to stroke and caress her body. As he turned to face the camera I saw the face I had seen only in pictures before, Megan's father. He towered over her by a full foot. Caressing her, and then with a ridding crop whipping her. There was no doubt in my mind that her moans were ones of pleasure. I watched as my father put what could only be my mother through her paces she followed his commands instantly. Eventually he removed the gag and he used her mouth then placed her on a Medical table after removing the rope harness and placing her feet in the stirrups and restraints began to fuck her. Her constant moans made it clear how much she enjoyed it. He finally finished in her rear passage. He broke out a violet wand and began to tease various parts of her body with the electric current from the device. Finally he focused on her clitoris and she was howling like a banshee in pain and pleasure. "Slave?" he addressed her. "Yes Master?" "Are you happy slave?" "Oh yes master, I don't think I could be any happier than I am right now." "Explain to me why you are happy." "Yes Master. I am happy because I have finally found the Master of my dreams. You make me do the things I have always dreamed of but never had the courage to do. Most of all master I am happy because I am in love with You Master." "And if I were to tell you to go away and never contact me again?" "Master Please don't, I don't think I could live without you. But if it were your wish my Master I would do as you ordered me even though it would break my heart." Genuine fear filled her voice "I am sure one as beautiful as you could find another Master." "Master no one could ever replace you." "Well it is a good thing I am not sending you away then. I think I will keep you." I could tell she was crying as she answered him. "Thank you Master, thank you so much. I love you so much Master." "I love you too my little slave. To be honest I never want to be without you again. Slave Heather I am going to ask you something and you are free to answer this question yes or no however your heart tells you to answer it. Do you understand that you are free to answer this question either way?" "Yes Master, I understand." "Heather when you came into my life, I was a cynical old man, I didn't think I could ever love again. You may be the slave in this relationship, but my heart is just as much a slave to you as you are a slave to me. Heather, will you marry me? Be my wife and bear my children. As my wife and slave you will always reside in my heart. If you say yes, it will be the last decision you will ever make. As long as I live I will make your decisions for you. My name will be a chain forever binding you to me. As long as you wear the name West you will be my slave." "Oh Yes Master I will marry you." Tears were freely flowing from her at this point. He kissed her deeply. "Well we can't have you wearing just any engagement ring. This ring I am placing on your finger is for the outside world, but the real one binding us together will be in a far more intimate place." He slid an engagement ring on her finger. From off screen came a woman with many tattoos and piercings. She proceeded to clean my mother's genitals with antibacterial soap and then betadine. The person operating the camera moved to get a better view and zoomed in. The woman used a pair of forceps to pull the skin of the hood of the clitoris taught. She then marked with a pen on both sides where the needle would go. She instructed my mother to breathe deeply and then hold it and let it out three times before on the third time as she let it out she drove the needle through her skin. After it was through the woman placed a cork on the end and then taking the ring coating it with Neosporin placed it into the end of the needle and then drove it through letting the Neosporin lubricate the way. Once in place she removed the forceps and checked the placement of the ring, then snapped an ebony ball into place sealing the ring. "When we are married I will replace that ring with a permanent one." my father whispered into my mother's ear. "Thank you Master" she said as he then kissed her. "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you my slave and soon to be wife." Applause broke out in the room and it appeared to be a small crowd in the room. The tape faded and I stopped it and rewound it. Taylor was in shock. So was I to be honest. It had been kinky and erotic and yet romantic. I was also saddened. They had found each other only to be torn apart a few years later when my father died. There were other tapes, labeled with dates. "My God your parents were kinky!" Taylor exclaimed. "This coming from the teenaged lesbian who rubbed me off by the pool?" "Touche." "Look at this stuff, I think I may borrow a