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The Dixie Morning Show I knocked on Stacey's bedroom door softly. I did not wish to disturb her, but my chores had to be done. "Who is it?" she asked, knowing full well it was me. "It's dixie, Mrs. Jackson. Here to pick up any laundry you may need done." "Oh, dixie," she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. "Do come in." She was sitting at her dresser, wearing a beautiful white silk gown of such sheerness, she might as well have been naked. I gazed upon her form for only an instant, but long enough to get weak-kneed from the sight. Her breasts were absolutely perfect, swaying ever so slightly as she brushed her blond hair. Her legs, well toned and tanned. A lovely pair of bedroom slippers, with three-inch heels, adorned her feet. "Have you been dipping into the champagne again, dixie? You look a little wobbly today," she chuckled, brushing her hair nonchalantly. "Well, I have been a little on edge lately, Mrs. Jackson," daring to voice my concerns. "Mr. Jackson has not granted me any ... uhm ... puddin' time in over six weeks." Puddin' time was a humiliating term of endearment Jack came up with to describe my masturbation privileges. I felt so embarrassed using the term, especially in front of Stacey. Jack usually grants me relief once a month, or twice if I've been really good. My little clitty was swollen, presenting a tiny bulge in my short shorts. Stacey glanced in my direction, noting my little problem. "Awwww...no puddin' time for dixie-kins?" She tried to stifle a giggle as she turned back to her mirror and continued to primp. "Jack is a busy Man, dixie. He'll get around to you sooner or later." She applied a layer of lipstick, pursing her lips in a way that drove me mad with lust. "Is that all you can think about, dixie? Your needs? Jack and I have gone out of our way to make you feel at home here. If you're not happy, we can arrange for you to stay with someone else." No! Perish the thought. I could not dream of being away from Stacey. She was, after all, my former wife. Although she was Jack's now, the present living arrangement allowed me to be close to her. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jackson. I was being selfish." Smiling wickedly, she continued to look at herself in the mirror. "Go to my closet, dixie, and bring me my white platforms." My nerve ends began to twitch. Her heavy white platforms had two-inch soles and six-inch heels, and she wore them for only one reason: to kick me in the balls. As I scampered to her large walk-in closet, she leaned over the top of her dresser and did a line of coke. "And get the computer and cameras up and running. We have an exclusive with the Marquis this morning." "Yes, Mrs. Jackson," I replied, getting even more nervous with this latest news. Jack had set up an online video pay pal account. I don't like to brag, but my pay pal sessions have earned Jack thousands of dollars. All I have to do is prance in front of the cameras for an hour or two, wiggle my ass, cup and lick my titties, and watch the money roll in. Occasionally, Stacey will join in the fun, but only for high rollers like the Marquis. An exclusive session - for his eyes only - was very expensive. While the computer was warming up, I went to Stacey's closet and took down the shoe-box that contained her platforms. It was no ordinary shoe-box, but one made of wood and covered in white leather. The inside was lined with white mink. "Set my platforms next to me, dixie. Kneel on the bed on all fours. Look into the camera. And smile for Pete's sake. Don't be so tense." Stacey was fooling around with the remote control for the cameras. She loved playing director. She was able to pan and follow my every movement, zoom in close, or widen out. She zoomed camera 1 on herself, showing her sitting at her dresser. Camera 2 was on me, and camera 3 was focused on my butt. Other cameras were positioned about the room, so as not to miss any of the action. The monitor was a large 72" flat TV screen that hung on the wall. We still had a few minutes before our session with the Marquis. Stacey wanted everything perfect. "I don't know about your shorts, dixie. Take them off. Your satin clitty cover should be enough." I took off my shorts and posed for her. She zoomed in on the tiny pink satin that covered my leaking clitty. "Yes, love the leak. Shows your need." She zoomed back out, framing my tits and the idiotic smile on my face. "That's a good girl. Show the Marquis how happy you are." She giggled and added, "Just before you get your balls kicked." There was not much I could do but continue to smile. Soon the connection was made, and the Marquis' image filled half the screen, the other half showed Stacey, sitting regally at her dresser. "Good morning, Stacey! And may I say you look ravishing," the Marquis said, smiling unctuously, his slick salt and pepper hair combed to perfection. He wore a dark robe, opened just enough to reveal his hairy muscular chest. He sat in a comfortable recliner. His camera widened out to show that he was surrounded by three of the loveliest boy-girls you ever laid eyes on. Clad only high heels and thigh-high stockings, they stood together, their clitty poles erect and pointing to the ceiling. "Good morning, Marquis. So nice of you to join us today," Stacey said. "You know the girls, Stacey. Tina Ballick, Tina Buttlick, and Tina Jerk Off. Of course, they each share the same middle name, Cock Sucker." "Yes, Marquis! What lovely little sluts. They look beautiful today." "What do you say, girls?" the Marquis asked. They lined up tight together, curtsied, and in unison said, "Thank you, Mrs. Jackson!" The girls were beautiful, and no one ever complained about their room-temperature IQs. The Marquis believed it was best to have girls who weren't very bright. "Oh, how sweet!" Stacey said. "They're gorgeous, Marquis. Nothing against the other two, but Tina JO is my favorite." The Marquis' camera cut to Tina Jerk Off's ten inch cock. It was hard, throbbing, and leaking a rivulet of pre-cum. "Tina JO is very happy to see you, Stacey. As you know, she's had no surgery. I can't bear to see that lovely cock shrivel due to hormone therapy. Her throbbing clitty pole is due to a triple dose of Viagra this morning," the Marquis said, clearing his throat. "In addition to several weeks of celibacy." He smiled, turning on the salesmanship. "And I'm sure you'll love this. Tina JO swings both ways. She thinks you're the hottest woman she has ever seen." "Oh, Marquis," Stacey replied, "that is so wonderful to hear. I remember the last time when JO was in similar straits. She shot a wad nearly ten feet!" The Marquis beamed with pride. "Twelve feet to be exact, Stacey. JO is special. Perhaps I can send her to you for a short stay in exchange for a visit from dixie." I gulped hearing his request; however, my silly smile stayed plastered to my face. "Throw in Tina Buttlick and I'll talk to Jack about it." Stacey always drove a hard bargain. "Jack loves a good rimmer." "And Tina Buttlick is just that. I haven't met a sissy yet who loved eating ass more than she. I think a two-for-one trade is fair," the Marquis said. "By the way, where is your little girl?" Stacey brought up camera 2, and there I was, smiling like I had no sense whatsoever. "Good morning, Marquis," I said smiling inanely, sounding like a complete air head, a trait he admired in boy-girls. "Girls. Say hello to dixie." The camera cut to the Trinas lined up close to one another. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" they chimed, waving like cheerleaders. "Hey, hey, hey, hey!" I replied, waving back to them. The Marquis' image filled the screen and he looked down on me. I could feel his dark eyes bore through me. "dixie, dixie, dixie," he said softly. "How I'd love to make you a Tina girl. We would have such fun. Blow me a kiss, sweetheart." Oh my! The Marquis was certainly turning on the charm. I pursed my lips and blew him a sultry kiss, winking playfully, even giggling at the end. "How lovely," he said. "Your lips are made for sucking cock." The camera zoomed in tight on my red lips, my tongue raking across them sensuously. Stacey provided a little sales pitch of her own. "Collagen lips. One thousand dollars." The camera tilted down to my breasts. "Boob job. Three thousand dollars." Cut to camera 3, focused on my pooched up butt. "Silicone butt cheeks. Five thousand dollars." The final shot was my smiling face again. "A sissy that doesn't think too much. Priceless." "Bravo, Stacey," said the Marquis. "I'm sold. I'd like to see the silicone butt cheeks again." "Of course, Marquis." Stacey continued her spiel. "The surgeons gave this unit an added feature. If dixie will be so kind to demonstrate her cockpit, you'll see what I mean." Cockpit. Another term Jack came up with to describe my anal augmentation. The doctors redesigned my rectum so that by applying pressure to the anus, as if I were taking a poop, the sphincter would expand up and out at least four inches, providing a warm entrance for a lovely cock. Once inside my cockpit, I could grip the shaft tighter than Chinese handcuffs, and expand and contract the muscles, milking the sodomite's hard member, almost like giving him a hand job. Stacey demonstrated this "feature" using her favorite dildo, the Black Mambo. I squirmed my hips with a lewd sensuousness, arching my back, as the huge head rested inside my cockpit. She frigged my ass a bit, using the phallus expertly. "Once a man enters this cockpit, Marquis, it's high flying and deep diving." "Christ on a crutch!" exclaimed the Marquis. "That's amazing." He snapped his fingers sharply. "Tina Ballick! Front and center." Tina wasted no time kneeling and getting to work on the Marquis' heavy balls. The cameras picked up her extremely long tongue snaking out to coat his sack. His marvelous cock rose above her head, and a marvelous cock it was. A full eight inches, with a thick bulbous head that was increasingly turning the color purple. "Tina Buttlick. Work on JO's ass while she jerks off for Mrs. Jackson. I'm sure Stacey is interested in seeing JO perform her little number." "Oh goody, Marquis! How thoughtful of you. If you don't mind, I'll put dixie to work eating my pussy. Of course I'll keep a camera on her cockpit clinching the black mambo for your viewing pleasure." "And how thoughtful of you, dear," he grinned, whispering to Tina Ballick. "Suck just the head into your mouth, Tina. You know the way I like it. Yes ... that's it. Suck it tight." The TV screen showed three main images: Stacey and I were inset on the left, the Marquis and Tina Ballick on the right, with JO and Tina Buttlick taking up a large part of the center. "I met Tina JO, coincidentally you might say, at a J-O club in Vegas," the Marquis intoned, providing voice-over while JO stroked her massive cock. "Just another fag waif, living off the kindness of strangers. He worked at the club tending bar and putting on an occasional show for the patrons, who tipped him with measly dollar bills. When I slipped him a hundred, he knew I meant business. Soon, he was mine and, with a few well-placed strokes from my cane, he took to wearing heels and hose in no time." "What a sweet story, Marquis," Stacey said while grinding her hips in my face. "Why if the little tart were here, I'd have her jerk off into a rubber and have dixie drink the contents through a straw." "That would be one big milkshake, I assure you. But a cumming out party deserves a nice splash, don't you think?" "I do, Marquis," Stacey said. She grabbed a riding crop from her night stand and started to swat my backside with it, urging me to eat her with more gusto. "I'll have to rearrange the girls. Up Ms. Ballick." He rose from his chair and widened out his camera. Tina Ballick was made to kneel about five feet in front of JO, and Tina Buttlick was told to kneel directly behind Ms. Ballick another three feet back. The Marquis procured a large paddle and stood behind JO. "I saw JO do this stunt in Vegas. Of course, the paddle is my idea. I believe the girls should experience a bit of pain with their pleasure." "I totally agree, Marquis. The silly sluts have it easy enough as it is," Stacey said, kicking me off the bed. "Grab your ankles, dixie!" She stood behind me, jerked out the phallus, and began cropping my ass. Her crop came down hard on my pooched-out bottom, forcing me to squeal. "Damn, Mrs. Jackson," the Marquis said, hearing the crop whistle through the air and slapping against my ample buttocks. "You wield a pretty mean crop." The close-up shot of Stacey's face showed a combination of intense ferocity and unbridled lust. Realizing she was on camera, she stopped suddenly and smiled sweetly, fluffing her hair back into shape. "Why, thank you, Marquis. I'm so charmed. Forgive me, for I do get carried away at times. It must be the coke." "Yes, Stacey. I completely understand. Perhaps JO's performance will delight your senses even more." The Marquis patted JO's ass with the paddle. "JO's pretty baited up, so this shouldn't take long." The Marquis waved his paddle ceremoniously. "On the third swat from my paddle, JO will toss a nice stream of goo over Ballick's head and right into Buttlick's open mouth. The second blast will land in Ms. Ballick's mouth, and for the third shot, JO will fire another salvo onto Buttlick's pert little nose. The girls will then scamper back to JO on their hands and knees and receive a nice cum bath on their tits." "Lovely, Marquis. I can barely wait." Stacey grinned and gave me ten more swats from her crop. I sounded like squeaky bedsprings, squealing with each blow. Hot from her exertions, Stacey sat on the edge of her bed and masturbated, her eyes never leaving the screen. Still grabbing my ankles, and my ass stinging from the crop, I lifted my head to watch JO's performance. Although the position was quite uncomfortable, it did afford the Marquis a nasty view of my bottom. "You inspire me, Stacey. I shall begin." Without further ado, the Marquis raised the paddle high and sent a severe slap to JO's ass, causing her high heels to come off the floor. The boy-girl began jerking her cock, stroking just around the massive swollen head. The second landing of the paddle was thunderous and JO jerked faster, concentrating on her target. As predicted, when the third swat landed, a huge load of cum erupted from JO's cock, sending a stream nearly a foot long over Ballick's red bouffant wig and into the awaiting mouth of Ms. Buttlick. Adjusting his aim, and with one subtle jerk, JO sent a bigger load to the back of Ballick's throat. And for the grand finale, the third stream arched and landed right on Buttlick's nose. His cum dangled there a moment before being scooped up by her talented outstretched tongue. Giggling like school girls, the two Tinas scampered before JO and arched their backs, pointing their lovely titties at him. He jerked furiously, drenching the girls. Cum splattered on their nipples and smiling faces. Their hungry mouths opened, yearning for more cum. Stacey fell back on her bed, moaning in ecstasy, her fingers busy on her snatch. "Damn, what a shooter!" she said, writhing in orgasmic joy. "I thought you'd like that, Stacey dear." The Marquis had returned to his seat, surrounded by his lovely girls. It took a few minutes for Stacey to regain her composure, but after a while, she rose from her bed and, with trembling knees, walked to her dresser, where she did another line. Smiling wickedly, she opened a drawer and withdrew a pair of white leather opera gloves. The white leather offered a beautiful match to her white sheer gown. She pulled the gloves up the length of each arm, and then stepped into her platforms. She chatted to the Marquis while she dressed. "Jack bought these shoes for me while we were honeymooning in Bangkok. A lovely place to honeymoon, Marquis. We took one of those sex tours. We sampled every item on the sexual smorgasbord that was offered. I hated to leave." She strode confidently about the room as she talked. "You bring back wonderful memories of my trip there," the Marquis replied. "At the end of my stay they crowned me the honorary King of Sodom." "That is an honor, Marquis," she winked, smiling to the camera. "Have you got your girls where you want them?" The Marquis was being alternately sucked by each of his Tina girls. "Oh yes, Stacey. Do go on." "Did you know dixie is my ex-husband, Marquis?" "Why no. I didn't, Stacey," the Marquis said, chuckling. "Looks like dixie has come a long way." I rewarded the Marquis' compliment by showing him by cockpit again, but at the same time I was embarrassed by what Stacey was saying, or was going to say. "Stand up straight, dixie," Stacey ordered. "I'll show you how far she has come, Marquis." She then roughly inserted her hand into my ass, stopping at her wrist. "She's gone from here." Then slid her leather-covered arm up my rectum past her elbow. "To here." She began fist fucking me hard and fast. The coke had her on overload. I had never been ram-rodded so roughly before. I started to squeal again, just like a little girl. Camera 2 caught every detail of my anguished face - eyes closed, mouth agape. "Oh ... good show, Stacey!" the Marquis said, his Tina girls lavishing attention on his cock and balls. "I like it when dixie squeals. Must be the sadist in me." Stacey removed her fist quickly from my ass and smiled to the camera. "The sadist, Marquis?" she asked rhetorically, moving to her dresser and sitting down. She crossed her legs, swinging her foot idly. "There's something about dixie that brings out the sadist in everyone. It's as if she has a sign around her neck saying, Kick Me." I gulped, my heart racing in my chest. "Well, those platforms you're wearing sure look like they're made for kicking," the Marquis said. "I love to watch a good ball busting." "Oh, you'll see it in good time, Marquis. In good time." Stacey motioned me to kneel before her, my legs spread. The camera picked up the toe of her swinging foot, grazing my loins as it swung back and forth. "Words can be painful at times, too, Marquis. Perhaps just as painful as a swift kick in the balls. Or..." Without warning, Stacey slapped my face with her opera gloves. "...a slap in the face." She pursed her lips at me and shook her head. "Awwww ... did mommy slap dixie-kins? Does it hurt, sweetie pie?" Stacey laughed, not caring to hear my response. Instead, she slapped my other cheek with even more viciousness. Another slap was delivered, and another, and another, the gloves ringing in my ears. She lifted a hairbrush from her dresser and raked it across my tender cheek bones, the firm bristles causing a new intense pain in my face. "We have to redden your cheeks for the camera, dixie dear. Why, you look like a ghost." I had been so shocked by the slaps that I probably had lost a little color in my face. I thought I heard the Marquis chuckling and his girls giggling. "Anyway. As I told you before, Marquis. dixie is my ex-husband. Of course she wasn't dixie in those days, but little dickie dickens, multi-million dollar heir of something, I don't know ... grapefruit? Anyway. Tragic story. Lost his parents. Only child. Blah, blah, blah. You've heard it a thousand times." From her jewelry box, she took out a golden pair of nipple clamps. The clamps were molded into the shape of dragons and attached to each other by a slender chain. Their mouths could open and close; their teeth were very sharp. I fought for breath as the dragons bit into my nipples. "Are you getting all this, Marquis?" Stacey asked matter-of-factly. "It's a pain in the ass controlling these cameras and fucking with this bitch at the same time." "You're doing fine, Stacey dear. Adjust the camera little tighter on dixie's lap. I think her clitty cover is leaking." "Yes, Marquis. The dragons are sending a very clear message." Testing the strength of their grip, Stacey pulled on the chain. I moaned deeply, squirming my ass on my pumps. "I can't believe how selfish this cunt is. All she thinks about is her pleasure." "How well I know, Stacey. It's all about their needs.." He leaned his recliner back, clearly enjoying the three-mouth blowjob from his Tina girls. "Anyway. We date, blah, blah, blah. And he's showering me with gifts. I mean, what am I going to do? Say so long to a million bucks? Fuck no. But still. I don't trust him. And this is something dixie doesn't even know ... until now. I hired this private eye guy to spy on dickie for me. And it didn't take long to find out what dickie's real passion was. To cross dress and blow strangers. For free!" I gasped, feeling as though she had slapped me again. She knew all along? I felt so ashamed. It was my only secret from Stacey. That I had cheated on her while we dated. But I didn't really think it was cheating. I mean, they were guys I was seeing, perfect strangers, not girls. "He would dress up in very short Levi's that showed his ass cheeks hanging out, white seamed hose with cute little bows behind the ankles, white come-fuck-me pumps, and a sluttish red wig. I have to admit, he was darling. So innocent. Just look at those pouting lips." She brought up a picture from my Internet slut days. The air left my lungs. I thought I had destroyed those pictures years ago! "He even bought a cheap navy blue suit, complete with a very short skirt, from Sears. I guess he was going after the business look, although his clientele was not what one would call professional. He was such a fucking fag, Marquis." Her shoe kicked my balls rather hard as she spoke. The Marquis stirred in his recliner. "The girls and I have enjoyed all the pictures you have sent us, Stacey. What do you say, girls?" The Tina girls stopped from pleasuring the Marquis and smiled inanely at the camera. "Thank you, Mrs. Jackson!" they chorused in unison. "Awwww ... they are so cute, Marquis." She reached into her drawer again and kept on talking. "Anyway. This private dick followed dickie all over town. dickie would meet guys in a K-Mart parking lot, hop in their pickup trucks and blow 'em." She chuckled softly, "He had a thing for guys who drove pickups. Anyway. After his little dick sucking adventure, he would go back home and pull his pud while savoring the taste of some stranger's cum in his mouth." It was all I could do to keep that silly smile on my face as Stacey spoke. It wasn't easy hearing this. "And all the time, dickie thought he was getting away with it all." She tugged on the dragon chain, pulling my nipples taut, the dragons' teeth biting into my most sensitive flesh. "Anyway. It didn't matter much to me. I was in Miami Beach with Jack a lot, scheming on how we could get our hands on dickie's inheritance, and, oh yeah ... we were fucking each other's brains out." I gasped, never knowing that Stacey and Jack knew each other before our wedding! That must have made Stacey's love for me a ruse. I felt like a truck had hit me. My head was swimming in anxiety. I could barely breathe. The Marquis cleared his throat. "Stacey dear. Could you remove dixie's clitty cover? It looks positively soaked." "Of course, Marquis. All this talk of fucking and sucking must have dixie beside herself." She barked at me, "dixie! You heard the Marquis. Take off your panties and be quick about it." She lit a cigar as I took off the sheer fabric that covered all that was left of my penis: just the head; it sat tight on my abdomen. It was swollen lewdly, the head leaking despite all I had heard and felt. My ball sack was cleaved, each ball hanging in its own sack, resembling fat sagging pussy lips. I heard the Tina girls gasp in unison. Stacey puffed on her cigar. "Both Jack and I can attest, Marquis, that sucking on dixie's clit is a unique pleasure. Especially after she has been denied an orgasm for several weeks. But, alas, there will be no orgasm today." With a subtle lift of her finger, she motioned me to open my mouth, where she flicked her cigar ash. "So you like a good ball bust, Marquis?" "Indeed, Stacey. From a woman like yourself. In platforms. The image is divine pleasure for me." "Well then. That would be seeing to your needs, would it not, Marquis?" Stacey asked. "It would, my dear." "Busting balls certainly meets my needs. It thrills me to no end. And it seems I have one old score to settle with dickie ... er ... I mean, dixie." She showed the Marquis what she had taken from her dresser drawer. It was a very large dragon, solid gold, weighing more than six ounces. "It's Papa Dragon, Marquis. Similar to the dragons that bite into dixie's nipples, only Papa Dragon can open wider ... and bite harder." She giggled to herself. "Papa Dragon loves to bite little clitties." Stacey leaned over and clipped Papa Dragon onto my sensitive clitty head, letting the full weight fall, its teeth digging into my tender flesh. She leaned back, her swaying platform jostling the dragon playfully. My gasp was echoed by the Tina girls. Their Master consoled them quickly. "Don't look, girls. Just suck Daddy dry. That's it ... lots of lips on Daddy's cock. Daddy's busy right now. No talking." "Care for a little dance, Marquis? I think dixie needs to shake her booty." That vapid disco song, "Hot Love" came on from out of nowhere. "A capital idea, Stacey dear. You are such a joy." I took my cue and stood, teetering in my high heels. All three dragon clamps bit into my sensitive spots. I bent my knees and humped the air with my hips in time with the music, feeling Papa Dragon bite down hard. "Do fries come with that shake, dixie?" Stacey said laughing, not expecting an answer, just more undulation from my hips. "Make Papa Dragon bounce! C'mon ... get jiggy with it." The cameras were trained on all my wiggling body parts. I tried to dance with wild abandon, the way Stacey likes, but the clamps were disturbing my concentration. Stacey stood and began dancing with me, towering over me in her platforms. She got real close and started humping Papa Dragon with her pussy. How devilish she was. Her divine pussy so close to my nub, but only increasing my pain. Stacey sang along with the music, grinding her hips into me at the appropriate moment in the song. "I was some HOT LOVE, baby, this evening. I want some HOT LOVE, baby, tonight." I could see that the Marquis was enjoying the show. His girls were bathing his cock and balls with their talented tongues. Thankfully, the song ended, but just as suddenly, Stacey's mood changed from elated to down right evil. Sitting at her dresser, she did another line. She stood regally and walked toward me, her eyes narrowing to two hateful slits. "You cheated on me, dixie." She began pacing back and forth, her heels shaking the floor with each step. "I've waited so long for the right time to exact my revenge. And now's the time. Plus, I'm getting paid to do it." I wilted under her sinister smile. In mid stride, her mood shifted back to an syrupy sweetness. "Stand here, dixie-kins. On your mark." She pointed to a spot on the carpet. "And what is your mark, dixie?" she asked. "A g-g-gold star, Mrs. Jackson?" I meekly asked, my voice cracking. "That's right, dixie. A gold star! And it's yours if you earn it. We'll frame it and hang it over your cage." I looked down at the star. It was crudely cut and made from grocery bag paper, highlighted incompletely by a neon-yellow felt tip pen. Stacey's heel had already punctured a hole in it. "All you have to do to earn your gold star is stand right there, dixie-kins. And don't move." She backed up three paces, measuring her steps carefully. "Are you ready, Marquis?" "Very ready, Stacey. My girls have got me to a fever pitch." "I give you no doubt, Marquis, that I will enjoy this as much as you." Stacey turned to me, an evil veil falling over her eyes. With three long steps, she spoke three words: "YOU FUCKING FAG!" Everything went black before I heard her last word. I don't know how long I was out, but I came to with a splitting headache, gasping for breath, and my hands clinging to my loins. The room was spinning. Stacey's voice was echoing in my head as if from far away. "Yes, Marquis. The second half of your deposit has just been made into our pay pal account. I'll talk to Jack about that trade we spoke of earlier. I'd love to have JO visit us for a few days." "And I'd love to have dixie all to myself," the Marquis replied, rubbing his hands together gleefully. "Say goodbye, girls." The Tina girls smiled vacuously and chimed together, cheek to cheek to cheek, "Goodbye, Mrs. Jackson!" "Now you girls behave. JO, you were brilliant. We'll talk soon, Marquis. Ta, Ta for now." The monitor went blank. My ears continued to ring. The gold star was stuck to a thin film of sweat on my forehead. Somewhere in the distance I heard Stacey talking on her cell phone. "Jack? How are you, darling? I just finished the session with the Marquis. Yes, it went well, money's in the account. Just one thing though. I stubbed my toe at the end. Well ... it's throbbing a bit." She giggled. "I can't wait for Daddy-poo to come home and kiss it all better."