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Synopsis - Just as Vanessa has finally straightened out her life, a monkey wrench is thrown in as Emily Cox reveals the true side to her. What will she decide? Milk Part Four I hadn't seen nor heard from Carol for weeks. She had called and said she found a man who didn't mind that she was bisexual. I guessed that she spent all her time with him. It didn't bother me because I had David. He spent many weekends with me but not all. He had received calls from major corporations that Mr. Waston recommended that needed a brand new overhaul of their entire computer systems. This meant a lot of time writing new programs, loading them into the new computers to get it up and running. Contracts to sign, out of town business trips, lawyers and accountants getting into the mix, and a few lonely weekends for me. However we treasured the time we spent together. Then it would be my turn. September would end our fiscal year. Barney Willis had founded B&D right after he was discharged from the Air Force after serving three years in Viet Nam. He was wounded in the thigh like I was back in 1928 in China as Jack Holiday. He borrowed ten thousand dollars from his brother to start it. It took a year to get things up and running. He was a people person and was able to convince many to advertise on local radio and television. He branched out nationally after only five years building this fledgling business into an empire. He had hired me because he saw something in me that reminded him of himself. Ambition! Also I had a beautiful face with stunning blue eyes and a body to match. He noticed my mode of dress, sexy but not slutty. Short skirts, tailored jackets, silk blouses. Intelligence and drive to get out to all the people I could harness to advertise their products and services. In less than a year I had landed the Landis contract and Mills & Mills accounts. Then, with my persuasive smile and charm, I managed to get our customer's ads in prime time on local television and worldwide on the WGN Superstation during the Cubs games. That was only the beginning. I took out of town trips to the various cable facilities and soon I had many of them in the fold as well. I always made sure I looked beautiful and intelligent. Women of my caliber were a rare breed and males were eager to please. I went from salesperson to President in a little over three years. Then Barney died of a heart attack and I was forced to take his place. Too many of the board members did not want the job because they thought no one could follow Barney Willis. Now after almost two years of me running the entire outfit, his only memory was a portrait that hung over the entrance of the reception office. I toyed with the thought of renaming the company to Barney Willis Agency but dashed that because everyone knew us as B&D. Barney had named it after him and his wife. Barney and Doris. B&D. The fact that Barney was Jewish his fiscal year ended in late September due to the Jewish New Year. "Good morning Emily," I said walking by her office on the way to my own. "Good morning, Ms. Brooks," she followed after me. "You have a one o'clock directors meeting. No appointments this morning but you have three important contracts on your desk to look at." "Okay, what about the auditors?" "They'll be here on Tuesday. I cleared space for them to use our director's meeting room. I also had carts set up so they put the ledgers on them so they don't lay them on the floor. Also I called Pure Water and rented a cooler with a dozen five gallon jugs so they won't get thirsty. I called maintenance to disable the special locks so they can come and go as they please. Security will unlock the room at the beginning and lock it up at the end of each day." "What would I do without you?" I smiled at her. She was so efficient. That's why I paid her in the six figures. "You'd get someone else just as good as me." "Don't get a swelled head Precious, but you'd be hard to replace." Emily's face lit up, glowing at my compliment. "You know we have to work late some nights and on some Saturdays." "I know but I hope it isn't on nights when I have my swing dancing." "I'll make sure that you'll have those nights free," I smiled. One Friday near the end of the audit Emily and me worked until nine p.m. I took her to the Italian Village to eat. We had finished our part of the work needed by the firm so it was more like a celebration that we could get back to our everyday jobs. We both had a welcome glass of red wine while our dinners were being prepared. The crowd had left for the play at the Schubert Theatre thus the restaurant was less congested. "To us," Emily held her glass up for a toast. "To us," I repeated. We clinked glasses and took a mouthful. Our salads came and after the waiter put on some fresh ground paper, he left us to our meals. I felt hungry. "Emily," I started the conversation. "Why isn't a beautiful lady like yourself married?" "I'm a lot like you, Vanessa," she answered. I insisted that we call each other by our first names while away from the office. "In what way?" "I'm a lesbian!" You could have knocked me over with a feather. Emily took a bite of her salad and smiled at me as if she'd just broken the news as if it didn't mean a thing. I looked around me in a shy sort of way to make sure she wasn't overheard. "What?" "You know," she said in a low voice. "Lesbian. Queer. Dyke. Gay. I'm a girly-girl who loves other girly-girls." "I thought you were into guys?" I gasped. "For a while I thought so too. I even had sex with one. Then this girl I met at swing dancing seduced me and I've never looked back." "H-how did you know I liked girls?" "Takes one to know one, Vanessa. I see how you stare at me all the time. You feel a hunger for me. You've fantasized being in bed with me. The two of us naked, making love." her all knowing smile was from ear to ear. "But don't worry, I do the same thinking of you." "Well even if you were right, I don't condone workplace relationships," I looked away from her comely blue eyes and took a sip of my wine, wanting to end our talk of this subject. "Why not?" "Because it's not good for business." "Oh bullshit!" she stated a little too loudly. "That's a crock!" That was the first time I heard Emily use profanity. It shocked me. "No, it isn't. It's not healthy." "If I were a lush and drank all the time after working hours but was sober and alert when I came in the morning and did my job to your satisfaction, would that be wrong?" "No," I admitted. "Suppose I had a crack or another drug habit and did the same. Would that be wrong?" "Yes, it would." "If I performed the work at the level I'm doing now and you knew of me having a drug habit, would you fire me?" "No." "Then what the hell is wrong if two consenting adults having an affair if they did an excellent job at their work stations? That girl that seduced me just moved to California to try her hand in acting. I'm alone again." "First, I'm sorry for your loss of your girl friend. But working together and having that kind of an affair wouldn't last!" I stated firmly. "Oh come on now, Vanessa. Husbands and wives divorce each other everyday. Even some in our company have had to endure that. If two people, heterosexuals or gays or lesbians breakup, what's the difference? At least in their case there wouldn't be any children involved when they split the blanket." I could see her logic but I still wasn't convinced. Our food came and I was happy for the pause of our talk. The waiter gave us refills on our wine and asked if we needed anything else. I wanted to tell him to get me out of here, but let it go. After a few bites, Emily began again. I'm sure she saw my discomfort about this subject. "Look Vanessa, I'm in love with you," she almost whispered. "I have been since the day you became my boss. You treated me well and I did the very best job for you I could. I stayed all those hours overtime without complaint..." "I appreciated that and I paid you for it," I cut in. "You certainly deserved it." "Let me finish, please?" I nodded. "I stayed all those hours overtime without complaint because I wanted to be near you, to hear your voice, to listen to you breathe when you were so near me. To feel your hand on my back when I was typing something important while you watched me. I've lived for those moments. That you complimented me on my work, my way of dress, how I wore my hair, how I modeled for you when you liked my blouse or skirt or dress. I wore high heels so I could show you how well my legs were developing with my swing dancing. All these were to impress you and no one else. If I got compliments or wolf whistles from others, that was a bonus. When I picked out my clothes, I would ask myself, 'Will Vanessa like to see me in this?' I did it all for you because I'm so in love with you. "I hated weekends because it meant that I'd be away from you for two whole days. I had to stay cheerful on days you didn't come in though it was eating me up inside. I actually worshiped the ground you walked on. I never envied the expensive designer clothes, furs or jewelry you wore because you deserved them. You don't realize how much you are adored by me." My blood felt like ice water. Her baring her soul to me like this all at once overwhelmed me. Not a thought popped into my numbed brain. The first thing I noticed was my satin panties were wet. No, soaked. I felt my cunny juices roll down the crack to the seat in the booth. I only hoped my business suit wouldn't show it. I wish I were wearing a black or dark blue instead of gray. Suddenly I lost my appetite. I grabbed the glass of wine and took a long drink of it. I was in a trance. Emily knew that her words penetrated deep into me. She took a bite of her meal and smiled. "Are you still with me, Vanessa?" she waved her hand in front of my eyes. I blinked and came back from the Twilight Zone. "Yes, I'm with you." "I didn't mean to put you into a coma like state, I just had to get out what I feel about you." "I know," my head couldn't stop spinning. I took another drink and drained my glass. I signaled the waiter to refill my glass. I took another mouthful. Maybe I should just have ice water for the rest of the evening, I pondered. "No matter what you do or say, I'll love you no matter what," Emily broke the silence. "You can fire me tonight or on Monday and never see me again but I will love you from afar." My head cleared from the wine. "Emily, you're right about me lusting after you. I have done so for who knows when," I confessed. "I have or had an ironclad rule about people in the office having affairs." "So what!" she exclaimed. "Rules maybe can't be broken but they can be bent. Already I feel like we're friends, partners, and lovers. Even if we hardly touched, I feel so close to you. I fall asleep fantasizing us making love, waking in the morning all messed up and our breaths smelling like sewers but making love before coming to work. I dream of making your breakfast while you doll yourself up for the day so we can admire each other's beauty. Then go home at night and do it all over again." Her drive flooded me with like passions, her beauty engulfed me, her eyes stared right through me into my soul which was open for her to see all there was in my heart. I felt faint but at the same time alive. My head still spun around, but my thoughts were lucid. I didn't care about David at this moment. His face was cloudy but Emily's was sharp and clear. Before I knew it, Emily pushed her plate away from her, wiped her mouth with the napkin and rested her chin in her hand waiting for me to say something. I took one last drink of my wine and said, "Let's give it a go." Emily smiled brightly, "Your place or mine?" "I prefer yours," I said without thinking. "I think we'd better stop off at your place so you can pick up a change of clothes," she said. "Right." After signing my name to the check adding a generous tip, I gave the waiter my business card to give to the manager to bill B&D. We got up and walked out. I was wondering if I had a dark spot on my ass. I wished it was winter so my coat would hide it. We stopped off at my place, I told Bernie who was taking Eddie's place because he took off most Thursdays and Fridays, to leave my car close by because we'd only be a few minutes. In the elevator up, Emily grasped my hand and gave it a loving squeeze. I reckoned her dream was about to come true. Sure enough there was a spot where I feared the most. Blushing, I changed into some new leather pants with silk lining and a matching jacket. I kept my silk blouse on. Packed a few changes in panties, an extra pair of nylons, a new suit, another blouse along with stockings and some accessories. All the while Emily toured my apartment stating that I had good taste in decorating, furniture and other things like my paintings and other pictures on the wall plus old collectable items on various shelves. "I'm ready," I told her. On the ride back down the elevator had a few people so we conversed about things in general until Bernie got my Jaguar. She kept saying how much she loved me and this was her fantasy come true. Not only hers, but mine as well. I loved the soft sound of her voice as she told me all of this. I had to hold the tears back for fear of crying with happiness that my fantasies with her were coming to fruition. I felt my love for her as she continued on and on of her praise of me. I was a nervous wreck when we pulled into the alley of the street where she lived. She hurried to pull her car out of the garage and put mine in her spot. She feared that my Jaguar would be stolen within minutes if left on the street. After making sure the garage door was locked we drove around to the street where she found a place to park not too far from her place. I was surprised she had a house. It was a wooden structure and was certainly cute from what I could see at that hour of the night. Once inside she reset the alarms, punching in a numeric code in case of a home invasion or burglary. If this wasn't done, the police would be here in minutes after a call from the security company. I guess she thought of everything and with the pay she received from B&D, she could afford this house and the security service. Emily showed me her upstairs where her two cats were sprawled on her bed. She scooted them off and they went flying. "This is it," she smiled, taking off my leather jacket and hanging it up. "It's nice and cozy," I admitted looking about the room as she drew the drapes shut. Emily slowly approached me putting her arms about my waist. She leaned in to kiss me and when her lips touched mine a sensation I could never describe flushed over me. I put my arms about her neck and returned it with her tongue in my mouth. My cotton panties were getting wet as I felt her unbuttoning my blouse. Like a mind-numbed robot, I did the same. When we got down to our panties we fell onto the bed. Her nipples were hard and brushed against mine. Then her legs began sliding up and down my thigh. I felt her wetness as she humped me. I squeezed my other leg to hers and in perfect rhythm, we were working each other's thighs in a frenzy. I had an amazing orgasm and so did she. She stood up, dropped her panties on the floor then relieved me of mine tossing them somewhere into the darkened room. One of the cats jumped onto the bed but Emily slapped it away. Not hard, but enough to tell the feline that her presence wasn't welcome at the time. Emily put her face between my legs starting to lick my clit. I arched my back. She was better than Carol. Whoever she had as a teacher, taught her well. She knew all the right spots and what areas turned me on the most. I flipped around and grabbed her luscious ass licking her pussy as well. I heard her yelp. One of the cats jumped up to see what the noise was and I saw her bat it away. This time hard enough to mean business. We weren't bothered by them again. After several massive orgasms on each of our parts, Emily gently grabbed my head and rested it on her breast. "I love you so much, Vanessa." "I love you too, Emily. My precious darling." Then we slept. Saturday we woke up at about eleven. She stared into my eyes with a beautiful smile. Her hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared, but she looked gorgeous to me. "Hi sleepyhead," she said, taking strands of hair in my face and softly brushing them away. I returned the gesture. "Good morning, Precious," I smiled back. We lay there in silence just enjoying each other. I noticed the difference between us. Last night she was the dominant one and I was the submissive. Even with the knowledge I was her boss at work, she seemed to be in command and I didn't mind at all. Finally she got up and walked to the window. Emily peeked out of the curtains. "Well, what do you know. My car is still there. But yours wouldn't have been if you parked it in the street." "I've got to pee," I got out of bed and she raced me to the bathroom letting me win. I didn't close the door but sat down on the toilet and let go. "Music to my ears," Emily smiled. "Don't flush. I want our urine to be together forever." "That's sick," I laughed. "I think it's romantic," she sat down after me while I went to the bedroom to retrieve my toiletries. We brushed our teeth, kissed each other with our mouths all lathered then spit out. We showered together making love once more. Afterwards she suggested that we go out for breakfast. She knew a nice place nearby. "I hope it's not a Denny's." "No, but the food is just as terrible," she laughed. "You better dress warm, it looks like it got cold overnight." I put the same clothes except for fresh panties on. She wore tight jeans and sweatshirt. She put her hair into that ponytail I loved so much. I did the same using one of her scrunchies. She quickly fed her cats and we were off. It did get colder overnight. We were both too busy with *other things* that we didn't notice the forecast. There was a light chill in the air as we walked arm-in-arm down the street to her car. We got in and drove up Caldwell Avenue to Touhy. She hung a right and took us down to a place called Jack's. It was difficult to find a spot but one opened up for us as a family pulled out. "Try their crazy omelet, it's great," Emily suggested. "Okay," I agreed. My stomach was crying out for food since I ate so little last night. Her confession of her love for me caused me to lose my taste for anything but the wine. I was surprised many waitresses knew her. Most stopped by to ask how she was doing. She introduced me as her friend Vanessa. I acknowledged their hellos. We were sitting at one of her friend's station and we gave our orders. Same thing, crazy omelet, rye toast and tea. "How do you know all of these girls?" I asked when we were alone. "I worked here when I was in high school and college. My parents didn't have the money to keep buying things I needed so I got a job here. The pay stinks but the tips are great. I'd make up to one hundred and fifty dollars in tips alone on the weekends." "That is nice pay for a young girl for a weekend." "No, you don't understand," she whispered. "It was in a day." "In one day?" "For four hours work. We're here at the slow period now. You should see it when it's seven to ten, the cops are coming off or going on their beats. Families come here for their Saturday breakfasts. Some will even come back for dinner. It's just as busy then too." "That's good pay for so little time working," I stated. "That's why these waitresses stay for twenty or thirty years. Some came from secretarial jobs because they made more here than at their former work." We sat in silence as we devoured our breakfast. Both of us were very hungry. I ate most of the omelet, both pieces of toast with jelly and tea. When we were done, Emily told me that we had some grocery shopping to do. "I've got this one," she grabbed the check and left a five dollar tip. I added another five. After paying the bill we drove to a Jewel Food Store. Again the place was packed. Emily pulled out her list and we grabbed a cart from an old lady who was done with it. Once in the store, she knew where everything was. She brought lots of fresh produce for salads, a large box of Cheerios. "My favorite," she smiled. By the time we were done the cart was overloaded. "I'll pay for this," I told the cashier when it was our turn. We spent a half hour in line waiting to checkout. "Darling no," she protested. "Darling yes," I countered. The checker looked at us funny then shrugged causing Emily to giggle. I couldn't help but join in. The bill came to over two hundred dollars and I handed her my credit card. Not the one from B&D. But my very own. We loaded her trunk and backseat then we were off again. "I need some fresh chicken and beef," Emily said as we pulled into a spot by a butcher shop. We went in. All the meat looked very good. Not too much marbling in the roasts, steaks trimmed of most fat. Just enough to make it juicy. I browsed around while Emily picked out what she needed. "Taste this," she handed me a piece of baloney. I put it in my mouth. Surprisingly it was very good. "I like it." "Then I'll get a pound. It isn't made from scrap meat. It's made of pure beef. Blessed by a rabbi," she smiled. Her adorable ponytail flipped from side-to-side as she walked back. I wondered if mine did. I seldom wore it that way. "I love you," she told me once we were back in the car on our way back to her place. "I love you too," I replied. I couldn't get enough of her saying that to me. She could tell me that a hundred times a day and it would never wear thin. When we packed everything away in the rightful places, she led me by the hand upstairs. I was sure this would be the best weekend of my life. Back at work on Monday, it was Ms. Brooks again. I went home late Sunday but arrived at nine the next day. My lover was already there. She gave me a warm smile then followed me into my office. I wanted her to close the door and take me on my desk. "The auditors are gone, the room is back to its usual condition. You have a board meeting this morning at eleven. Lunch with Ms. Mary Corbin at twelve-thirty. Then this afternoon you have an appointment with Mr. Jackson of Ebony Magazine." "Thank you, Emily. How was your weekend?" "The best, yours?" she smirked. "Just heavenly, thank you," I smiled. "I'm happy you did," she wheeled, and walked out head high. The meeting was the usual faire. It was election time and all of us were voted into our present offices for another year. In December's meeting we would give out bonuses to ourselves and to key people in the company. Everyone working in all of our offices got something depending upon their pay, the years they'd been working for us, the positions they held, and most importantly their performances. New employees got three hundred dollars minus taxes, fica and all of that which would leave them about two hundred and thirty dollars for Christmas. That done, I returned to the office to go over some contracts that needed my attention. I ran through my email. There was one from David. He was in Houston, Texas and told me he would be there for a while. I returned it that I missed him, which was the truth, and to contact me when he got back into town. Everything else was about business that I didn't have time to bother with so I forwarded it to Jim Pepper to take care of. He could do it or pass it on to someone else just as long as it was taken care of. "Ms. Brooks, Ms. Corbin is in the lobby for your luncheon appointment," Emily told me. "Thank you, Precious," I replied and grabbed my fall coat from the closet. "Be back in an hour of so. Call me on my cell if anything drastic comes up." "Yes Ms. Brooks," she smiled warmly. "Have a nice lunch. I'm having baloney and cheese sandwich." "I'm sure it is very good," I smiled back as our eyes knowingly felt each other's feelings. Lunch with Mary Corbin was an adventure. We talked about everything but business. She had spent a year in Antarctica and explained everything she knew about the place. She was middle-aged, a worldwide traveler, never married, wrote several books about her trips and needed an agency to push her new book that was due to come out after the first of the year. She was a feminist, bra burner, super liberal, disliked this country for all our riches going for war production. She was a hippie whose time had passed her by. I saw the clothes she was wearing. Designer stuff. Everyone had to be giving all of their money for liberal causes except her. She was special so she got to keep hers. I finally told her I was conservative, a Republican, voted for George Bush and proud of it. She was aghast that I was so narrow-minded. I called for the bill, signed it with a gratuity for the waiter, and said my goodbyes with a smile. I didn't care if we got her measly business or not. Even if we were successful in getting her published book sold, the profit margin to us would be pocket change compared to our larger accounts. Back in the office I asked Emily if there were any messages. One! A David Russell had called wanting to talk to me. He left a number and I called him back. I left the door open so Emily could listen in. I had no secrets from her. "Hi David, how's it going?" "I can be in town next weekend if you like." "I like," I laughed. Happy that it wasn't this weekend. Emily and me had plans. "How about dinner and a movie," he suggested. "Sounds good to me," I replied. I had to tell my sweetheart about David. I hoped that she'd be understanding. I didn't want to breakup so soon. I was in love with both and I knew I would have to make a choice between them. But I would put if off until the last possible minute or forced to by other circumstances. "See you then," he sounded happy. "Bye," I broke the connection. I was happy too. Seeing him made my heart leap. Being with Emily made my heart leap too. My appointment with Mr. Ronald Jackson of Ebony Magazine went well. He was a vice president of the firm. They wanted another agency to handle all their sales accounts. We hammered out an agreement that was fair to both of us. Shaking hands I told him I was looking forward to doing business with Ebony. He gestured the same. David arrived back into town a few days earlier than he expected. He called me at my office from the airport asking me to dinner the next night, which was a Friday. I accepted. Now my mind was in a quandary. I had two people I loved very much. I couldn't have both but I wish I could. David was straight, I was bi, Emily was a complete lesbian. I wasn't very good at juggling romances. In fact, I had only three. Carol, David, and Emily. What would Jack do? Jack wouldn't have that problem. He wasn't attracted to men sexually. He was a straight shooter. And unless Lia was more forward than I thought, he was the chaser, not the chasee. It was Carol who came on to me, David did the same, and now Emily. I was never the pursuer, but the prey. I could not think of anyway out of this at the moment without one of them getting hurt. Damn, what a predicament. I'd have to play this thing by ear. Or perhaps by heart. "I figured we'd go back to Oysters," he smiled as I slid into his Acura and belted myself. I was wearing a white silk blouse and beige skirt under my cloth autumn coat. Soon it would be winter and I'd have to pull my furs out of storage for with the colder weather. On the drive over, David told me about the new computer system he set up and after the bugs were out, the firewall set up, and his program going well he had a few weeks in town before heading out to New York City for another job. He told me he sent a case of champagne to thank the Watson's for their recommendations for the additional work. "The only downside to all of this is I don't get to see you as much," he confessed as we were seated in the same booth as before. One could see the entire restaurant from here. "It's important for you to get this business up and running," I advised him once our drinks were before us. David poured his bottled water into a glass of ice cubes while I sipped my white wine. "You don't know how depressed I get when I can't see you," he said. "I miss you very much too." I sensed that David had something else on his mind. I was beginning to wonder if this leading to the end of our relationship. Had he somehow heard about Emily and me? We placed our orders. Copper River salmon was out of season so I ordered a shrimp platter. David had swordfish again. After consuming our salads, he wiped his mouth, got up, walked to my side of the booth, and knelt before me. "David, what are you doing?" He opened a tiny box and pulled out a ring with a large diamond. At least three carats. "Vanessa, I love you. Will you be my wife?" I put my hands to my mouth in shock. The ring looked gorgeous. It was then I noticed that most of the people in the restaurant were watching this scenario. Tears ran down my face. Tears of happiness. Like Emily's confession of love for me, I was numb. "Yes... yes, I'll be your wife," I gasped. Then David slipped the ring on my finger as everyone cheered. I was beet red as I noticed how many were staring at us but not enough as we kissed and I hugged him. David got up off his knee with a big grin and waved to the people applauding. He settled back into his seat as I stared at this gorgeous ring. It also contained four small sapphire stones with diamond chips surrounding everything. I noticed it was set in platinum. It had to cost him a fortune. All through dinner and driving back to my place, I kept staring at the ring from all angles. David wore a happy smile. Now I knew how Lia felt when I was Jack gave her that small diamond ring back then. During the Depression Days, it cost him forty dollars, which be like five hundred today. I remembered her being buried in that ring along with the white gold wedding band when I laid her to rest along with Frankie and Nancy. That memory was bittersweet to me. We celebrated making love that night. He brought me to such heights that only Emily had done. I felt the guilt over riding me. I had to tell him the truth everything. After the third time, I put on a new pair of panties and a blue satiny robe. David put on his briefs and a terry cloth robe I had bought him. I poured some peach brandy to get up the courage to tell him everything. I took the ring off and placed in his hand. He looked at me like I had just slapped him in the face. "I am giving you your ring back because after what I have to tell you will not want to marry me," I began, sitting at the opposite end of leather couch. I was so nervous I could not hold the snifter of brandy in my hand. I put it on the table but kept it close by just in case I had to increase my courage. I knew it was a crutch but what I had to say to him, I needed it. I asked him not to interrupt me until I was finished. He nodded. I could see in his eyes the concern he had. I told him about my previous life as Jack Holiday, how I was married twice. Had four kids. My military career and rewards. The Medal of Honor and Purple Hearts plus the battle ribbons that hung on my wall, which I had lied to him saying they were my late uncles. They were actually mine in another life. What I did after the service working for the government and Magic. Helen and me living in Spokane until she died. Moving to Florida until the mid-nineties. Then discovering the alien and their offer for another life and deciding to live this one as a beautiful female. How I awoke one morning to find all they promised me had been delivered. How wealthy I was, how I been made CCO for B&D. My affair with Carol. Meeting him and loving him. How I loved Emily too. All this I stated to him in detail. It was daylight when I finished. David got up without a word and walked to the window to look out onto the traffic and lake below. He stood there for a long long time while I watched him think. He turned to me and asked several questions. Was it all the truth? I nodded. Was I once a male? I nodded. Was this alien story the truth? I affirmed again by nodding too afraid to speak. Was I still having my affair with Carol? I shook my head. Was I still having my affair with Emily? I nodded once more. Was I willing to give that up? "I don't know," I said with tears rolling down my cheeks. I had a few tissues in my hand, I wiped them away and blew my nose. "Are you willing to give her up for me?" "I don't know," I replied. "I love you both so much." David turned toward the window again and stood there as if it were an eternity. "Is there any other man in your life?" he asked, still looking out at the Chicago skyline. "You're the only man. I've never been with another." Again, another long look. I stayed glued to where I was sitting looking at his back rise and fall with every breath he took. Suddenly he turned and sat down next to me. He placed the ring back on my finger. I was shocked that he accepted me for what I was. "I'm not going to ask you to give up Emily," he said softly. "I know that will pass over time. She'll eventually give you up when she finds someone else. And since you have no other man, I still want you for my wife." I wrapped my arms about his thick neck and squeezed him as tight as I could. More tears flowed but I was in heaven. He knew all about me and he still wanted me. I couldn't believe how fortunate I felt at that moment. END OF PART FOUR