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Caught By Pandorablackheart © 2011 This is a work of fiction, and any resemblance to anyone anywhere is purely coincidental. The story has strong sexual themes in places. If you do not like this kind of story, or have any reservations then don't read it. In order to fully appreciate the story it is advisable to read the preceding chapters first. Chapter 13 Marilyn woke with a start, and went to lift herself up from the bed, but found that it wasn't so easy. Whichever way she looked, her enormous breasts seemed to be in her line of sight, and they were so heavy that they were making sitting up difficult. By placing her hands on the mattress she found that she could lift her body into a sitting up position, then sliding back on the sheet, using her hands to propel her, she was able to prop her back up on the headboard. She looked at her beautiful new titties standing out firm and erect, and thought, "Well, they might have made a mistake in the size, but they are every man's fantasy, including mine." She began an inspection of her upper body; her breasts were just so big: she was indeed a fetish doll, as the twins had said she would be. Her mouth felt strange, her lips were swollen, and when she reached up to her tongue she felt the jewellery that had been fitted, not just one tongue piercing but nine! She managed to climb over the sleeping Tracy, and as she straddled her, just managed to drag the enormous new appendages across her body. Sitting down in front of the mirror, what she saw shocked her, she looked gorgeous, huge, slightly parted pouty lips , multiple pierced ears and tongue, pierced nose, pierced nipples and navel, and reaching down to her vagina, she counted the eleven rings that had been inserted in that too. Marilyn decided that her makeup was a mess, and began to repair it, first tracing the outline of her heavily swollen lips with crimson lipliner, and then coating them with the pearly pink lipstick. She soon discovered that however much she tried, her lips would not stay together, she could make them close, but as soon as she relaxed they parted again, returning to their now natural, permanently swollen, sensuous 'O' shape. She applied foundation and powder, brushed on some more of the grey eyeshadow and freshened up her false eyelashes with mascara. When she was satisfied that her look was sufficiently doll-like she stood up, and went to the wardrobe to see what she could wear. Marilyn was feeling better already. Still wearing the wig and bangles from the previous night, what she saw in the full length mirror was a naked woman: a complete woman with an extremely erotic female figure, enormous perfectly formed, firm breasts, and a vagina. The twins had woken by now, and were silently lying on their tummies, with their chins in the palms of their hands, resting on their elbows. They watched as Marilyn stroked her hands sensuously down her body, and over her breasts, twisting and turning, shaking her ass, and looking very pleased with what she saw. Debbie said to Marilyn; testing the water, "How do you like your new look Marilyn?" Marilyn spun around to face the bed, looking as if she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, "Ith fabulouth Debbie." Said Marilyn, with a look of total surprise on her face at the sound of her voice. "Woth wrong with my voith? Theeth tongue pierthingth are making me thpeak funny." Debbie, smirking, continued, "Your voice is lovely honey, you sound really girly now, and the jewellery on your tongue is extremely erotic. You look fabulous, how do you feel?" Marilyn, struggling to speak coherently, replied, "Well, if you think tho Debbie. I feel tho hot, tho very, very hot and I've never felt tho horny, what can I wear, I don't have a bra for theeth whopperth?" "There's a suitcase in the wardrobe honey, with some clothes that Aunt Harriet left behind, she was a, um, well-endowed lady, you may find one in there, it's right at the back." Marilyn reached in, and pulled out the suitcase. After rifling through its contents she found a large black satin bra trimmed with lace. Holding it up to herself she thought it might do, although it was probably too small. She fastened the clasp at the front, slipped it around her body, pulled it up and pushed her breasts into the cups. Passing her arms through the shoulder straps it became more than a little obvious, that it was too small, and her breasts looked as if they were trying to fight their way out, spilling over the cups of the bra. In addition, her nipples and the huge nipple rings were pressed hard against the fabric of the bra, their outline clearly visible through the satin cups. It was certain that whatever she were to wear over the top, her nipples and the 2 inch diameter nipple rings would always be unmistakeably on display. Thrusting her chest out and touching the enormous appendages with all ten of her three inch long glossy pink nails, she said, "Ith it OK Debbie, it feelth a bit tight, pleeth tell me the truth?" "It's wonderful!" replied Debbie. "It fits perfectly and gives your beautiful new breasts the support that they need. Trust me honey, it's just how it should fit. Now, if you look in the underwear drawer you should find a pair of matching panties, and then we can see about getting you dressed." Marilyn found a pair of matching black satin and lace panties in Tracey's underwear drawer, and slipped them on. Debbie, still dressed in her massive frilly white babydoll and matching panties said, "I think you would look good in red today Marilyn, would you like that? I'd like to try a corset on you first though, to see if we can get your waist down a little." "I've never worn a corthet before Debbie, I would like that," replied Marilyn. Then, as if from nowhere, Debbie produced a red and black glossy pvc boned lace up corset, with six silver front clasps. She wrapped it around Marilyn's waist, and fastened the clasps at the front, then, turning her around so that she was facing the mirror, began to expertly pull up the laces. Marilyn could feel the rigid boning tighten around her waist, pressing into her painfully. She could see in the mirror that her breasts and hips were becoming more and more pronounced, as her waistline diminished. Debbie took her tape and measured Marilyn's waist, it was 23 inches, so she said, "25 inches, still a way to go yet honey," and continued to pull on the laces. When it was as tight as she could achieve on her own, she stopped, and called Tracy over to help her. Marilyn was surprised that her waist measurement had only reduced by one inch, as the pressure on her body, especially her ribcage, was close to unbearable. She was struggling to breathe and could only take short fast breaths. Tracy stood on one side of Marilyn, and Debbie stood on the other. They each lifted one knee and pressed it against her hips to gain purchase, then continued to pull the laces even tighter. Debbie took the tape measure again and checked Marilyn's waist measurement, it was now an almost impossible 20 1/2 inches, so she said, "24 inches," to Marilyn, "we'll just go another ? inch I think honey, and that will be enough for now." They worked on the laces a little more, and achieved the 20 inch goal that Debbie had set herself, then tied the laces off. Marilyn stood with her back straight, and her head erect, hardly able to breathe, knowing that however she might try, bending down would be impossible. She wondered how they were going to move all of their possessions to Terry's house today. She certainly wouldn't be able to help lift anything wearing the crippling corset as she was. Debbie said, "I think we'll have to dress you honey as I can see that you might have a few problems." Marilyn said, "Yeth I think that would be betht Debbie, but aren't we thuppothed to be moving today, only I don't think I can help drethed like thith." "That's all in hand Marilyn honey, we don't have to do anything, I've organised a van to come and collect everything, and explained to the driver what we want moved. He will box it up, move it, and take it to Terry's house; we don't have to do a thing. It's simply the entire contents of mine and Tracy's bedrooms that have to be moved. So, when we are all dressed, and ready, we can go out for the day." Debbie and Tracy then slipped Marilyn's panties off and rolled a pair of sheer black seamed stockings up her legs, fastening them to the suspenders provided by her corset; six suspenders on each leg. After replacing her panties they slipped a wine coloured shiny satin blouse over her arms and buttoned it up as far as her cleavage, just covering her low cut bra and revealing the nipple jewellery through its fine material. The blouse was tight around her miniscule waist and flared out over her hips, with short puffy sleeves, the high collar turned up, and passing around the back of her neck, the front displaying her ample bosoms. Marilyn then stepped into a long, matching wine coloured skirt, which was pulled up her legs and forced over her hips, the back zip securing it tightly around her waist. It was perfectly formed to her body and a skin tight fit over her legs as far as the knee. Just below the knee it was flared and ruched in a similar way to the blouse, but by about 12 inches. The impression of her suspenders and her panty line could clearly be seen through the thin, tightly stretched material. This was the tightest hobble skirt that Marilyn had ever seen, let alone worn, it didn't feel as if it had any give in it at all. While she was still standing, they had Marilyn slide her feet into a pair of black patent ballet shoes with 8 inch high slender stiletto heels, and thin ankle straps. Resting her hands on the twins' shoulders for balance, they fastened the tiny gold buckles, and added delicate gold bracelets, one around each ankle. Marilyn took a few tentative steps in her new fetish outfit. She didn't feel that the shoes would pose a problem especially after wearing the ballet boots with steel stiletto heels, and toes. The problem was going to be with the hobble skirt, it was so tight against her legs, with her corset adding further to the bondage. Finally the twins slid her huge collection of enormous bangles over her long pink talons, guiding them up her forearms, the complete set finishing almost at her elbows. Tracy slipped the long strap of a black patent handbag over Marilyn's shoulder, and said, "I've put some tampons in your bag Marilyn, because, don't forget, Terry thinks your period started yesterday. Oh, and I've put your makeup in for you too." Marilyn slowly tottered over to the full length mirror with extreme difficulty, taking tiny two inch steps. She was only able to move her lower legs from the knee, her upper legs bound together by the restrictions of the hobble skirt. Seeing her reflection she couldn't deny that she looked hot, really hot, right from the top of her blond hair to the tips of her ballet shoes. Her figure was remarkable, her proportions extreme, her clothes like a second skin, her shoes impossible, her makeup spectacular. She was mesmerised, stroking her impossibly thin waist with her long pink talons, and posing in different provocative positions, pouting and preening. Occasionally she teetered slowly across the room, watching her ass and her hips swing to excess as she moved, her huge mounds bouncing and jiggling as she tottered, struggling to escape from the confines of her undersized bra. Debbie and Tracy, meanwhile, quickly dressed themselves in the same clothes that they had worn the day before: white blouses tied up above their midriffs, exposing their tummies, and their erotic navel jewellery, tartan micro miniskirts, white thigh high ribbed cotton socks and shiny black glossy PVC Mary Jane's, with pink bows, and two inch block heels. The only deviation from their previous day's attire was that they wore striking pink satin panties, rather than going au naturel, mostly to avoid being arrested for indecent exposure. They sat down side by side at the dressing table, and fixed their makeup in the same style as the previous day, working almost as if they were one, applying natural colour foundation, pastel blue eye shadow and deep blue eyeliner. They repainted their lips with red lipliner and deep red lipstick, touched up the painted pink circles on their cheeks and finally, made sure that their long chromium blue false eyelashes were still secured. After teasing up the voluminous tufts of shocking pink backcombed hair, and retying the huge pink ribbons, they put in long chandelier earrings, and a vast array of clunky bangles and bracelets. Standing up in unison they both turned to Marilyn, and Tracy said, "Well, looks like we're all ready, shall we go downstairs and I'll ring for a cab." Tracy and Debbie skipped down the stairs in their low heels and miniskirts, leaving Marilyn to her own devices. She found the only way she could encounter the staircase was sideways, one step at a time. She turned and took hold of the banister, slowly bending one leg at the knee whilst lowering the other leg on to the next step, repeating the process until she reached the bottom. About half way down, she turned her head to see that the twins were watching her from the foot of the stairs, with huge grins on their faces. "You're doing really well sweetheart, a woman has to make sacrifices in the name of beauty, you know," said Debbie. "Ith alright for you," lisped Marilyn helplessly, "you're not wearing thith tight thkirt and a corthet." "Well, if it's any consolation honey, you look heavenly, the ultimate in fetishistic fashions." As Marilyn reached the foot of the stairs the doorbell rang, and Tracy let the removal man in. He knew the twins well and wasn't in the least bit shocked to see them dressed so provocatively, but when he saw Marilyn his jaw dropped and his heart missed a beat, he had never seen anything quite like her. "Wow!" he said, "and who's this then girls? What a doll." "Oh, this is, Marilyn, our cousin from America, she's moving with us today," Tracy said casually and then went on, "Marilyn, this is Dick. Dick, Marilyn. Dick's moving our stuff for us today. There we are, introductions over." "Now Marilyn," said Debbie, "we are going to walk down to the supermarket for some champagne, to celebrate our move, you can come with us if you want to, but it's quite a long walk, and, well, in that skirt um, well it could take a while." "Ith OK Debbie," said Marilyn, "I'll thtay here and wait." "Alright then we'll be about half an hour, see you shortly, bye Marilyn, bye Dick," and they left. "I say, Marilyn, I hope you don't mind me asking," said Dick, "but you seem to have a speech, um, difficulty, is it something you've always had?" Marilyn was standing immediately in front of him flashing her long black eyelashes seductively, "No, Dick, ith becoth I have theeth tongue peerthinth," and she raised her hands to either side of her face, and cradling her mouth with her three inch long pink talons, poked her tongue out at him displaying the nine neatly placed items of jewellery. "Oh, wow!" he said in genuine shock, his cock stiffening at the sight of her nails, and her piercings, "you must be the sexiest chick I've ever seen, no, ever even dreamt of." "Well, thath a nithe thing to thay, Dick, I love complimenth, it turnth me on when people tell me how good I look." Then, smiling cheekily, fluttering her eyelashes provocatively, and looking down at his crotch, she said, "would you like me to thuck your dick for you, Dick," Giggling at the dual meaning, and placing her talons over her mouth in a mock stifling of her laughter. Dick's eye's nearly popped out of his head, he couldn't believe what he was hearing, maybe he had heard it incorrectly with her heavy lisp, "did I hear you right, Marilyn, did you say what I thought you said?" Marilyn reached down with her long nails, and stroked his crotch gently with the points, "Well, Dick, if you thought I thaid do you want me to thuck your dick, Dick, then you heard me right, tho do you? Becoth if you do, you'll have to help me by lowering me down on my kneeth, thith thkirt ith too tight." He didn't reply, he just reached out and placed his huge hands under her arms, taking her weight. She lifted her feet from the floor, and bent her legs back, holding them with her outstretched hands. Dick carefully lowered her down onto the hallway carpet in a kneeling position. He couldn't believe what was happening; this goddess was going to suck him off, without him even asking her. "Now lithen Dick, thith ith important, you mutht cum in my mouth not on my fathe or my clothes, I've jutht done my makeup and we're going out, and don't touch me, I'll do everything." With that, she reached up and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, slid the zip down and pulled them to the floor. His cock sprang out immediately at 90 degrees to his body, and totally rigid. She had him, his cock was the proof, he said he thought she was the sexiest chick he had ever seen, the evidence was in front of her, he had meant it. She lifted his manhood, pressed it to his belly with the backs of her shiny pink nails and ran her tongue up and down it, pressing her barbell and two studs into the underside. At the same time she stroked the sides, alternating between the tips of her nails and the smooth painted backs. Releasing him, and letting his cock stand proud again, she opened her mouth and pushed her pink swollen lips over its head. She only let the head into her mouth at first and curled her tongue around it so that he could feel all nine of her piercings. His cock was pretty average she thought: about 7 inches long and one inch diameter. She slid her lips up and down about half of its length while letting him receive the full sensation of her tongue and the studs, rings and barbell. She repeated this action for about ten strokes, tightening the grip of her swollen 'O' shaped lips, as she went, and stroking the exposed parts of his penis with her talons. Marilyn could hear him groaning, and felt his member stiffen and his body freeze rigid. She continued working on him with her lips and her nails, and suddenly he jerked forwards and exploded a stream of cum straight down the back of her throat. She swallowed and swallowed until he had finished ejaculating and his body had relaxed. He reached out and placed the palm of his hand on the back of her head. Marilyn immediately slapped his wrist hard with the flat of her hand, to which he snatched his hand back, repeating quietly, "Sorry, sorry, sorry." She slowly moved her head back, making sure that she mopped up every drop of cum from his shaft, with her lips and her tongue, and disposed of it down her throat. Eventually his slowly shrinking member plopped out from between her swollen 'O' shaped lips and she looked up at him. "I did thay don't touch me and I meant it, now, help me get up and then you'd better get on with your work, and I'll fix my lipthtick." Dick helped her to her feet and said, "Is that it then, can't I see you again? You're just so fantastic, and that was, well . . . indescribable, absolute bliss." "Lithen Dick," said Marilyn, "I thaid I would thuck your dick and I did, I'm glad you enjoyed it, I did too, but thath where it endth, do you underthtand me! Jutht a bit of fun, a quickie, OK? Nothing elth, leth be clear about that." Dick pulled up his trousers and said rather sullenly, "Yes, I understand Marilyn, I'll get on with the packing now, shall I? And thanks, um, for everything." By this time Marilyn was standing in front of the hall mirror, with her lipstick in her hand, concentrating on fixing her look. She uttered a dismissive and unintelligible, "Uh." without even stopping what she was doing. Dick took himself upstairs. Marilyn liberally sprayed a heady perfume on her neck, in her cleavage and on her wrists. She looked back in the mirror and smoothed her clothes with the palms of her hands, then slowly teetered out to the kitchen. Crossing the kitchen floor to the refrigerator she heard that familiar tap, tapping of her heels on the hard tiled floor. Taking an already opened bottle from the fridge, and reaching for a glass, she poured herself a large white wine. She drank it through a straw so as not to spoil her lipstick, swilling it around, washing the taste of Dick's cum from her mouth. When Debbie and Tracy returned they found Marilyn teetering up and down in the sitting room, trying to master the hobble dress, and at the same time trying to cope with her recently modified centre of gravity. She found herself sashaying, with her palms facing forwards, her arms out at an angle, and her elbows slightly bent. This was an exaggerated feminine walk she knew, but it helped her maintain her balance. "Oh, hi Marilyn, that's great, you've really mastered that walk, so sexy," said Debbie. "We've got some champagne for later, so I'll get Dick to bring it when he drops off the rest of the stuff. Did you talk with him? He's nice isn't he, quite shy but nice." "Yeth, I thpoke to him, Debbie, he wath quite nithe," replied Marilyn. Tracy said, "I've just called for a taxi, he said he'll be about five minutes, so are we all ready?" Then Debbie said excitedly, "Oh, quick, quick, quick Marilyn I nearly forgot," and held up an enormous pair of dangly earrings. "These are gorgeous honey; you must wear them, now that your ears are pierced." She reached up to Marilyn's ear lobes, removed the lowest stud in each ear and passed the wire of the new earrings through the piercings. They were enormous, and extremely long, made up of dozens of silver coloured metallic discs. When Debbie had secured them, they hung down over Marilyn's shoulders, the discs cascading prettily over her shoulder blades, the smallest movement of her head producing a musical tinkling in her ears. A car horn sounded, and Debbie said, "Oh, there's our taxi, let's go shall we?" and turning to Dick said, "Can you take the champagne I've left in the kitchen, Dick, and make sure you lock up when you're finished." The three of them headed out to the cab, Dick looking longingly at Marilyn who was struggling out of the door in her hobble skirt. The girls sat on the back seat of the taxi, and Debbie said to the driver, "Queen's Head, please." "Oh, Queenth Head, I didn't think you would want to go there after, um, my indithcretion." Marilyn lisped. "That's all water under the bridge now Marilyn, we don't care who you go with, but just don't get caught or we'll all be out on the street," said Tracy. "We set out to get us all a room in Terry's house and we've achieved that, now we can enjoy ourselves, besides, the Queen's Head is the pub that Debbie and I have always gone to." It was lunch time and the pub was quite busy. They went up to the bar and the barmaid said, "Oh hi Marilyn, how are you? You look different somehow today, what is it?" Marilyn replied "Hello Thilvia, I've had a few pierthings done, thath all." And she placed her long pink talons up over her ears and at the same time showed Sylvia her tongue, "Do you like it?" "My oh my," she said, "I liked you last time you were here, but you are absolute perfection now, a real fetishists dream. Your lips look fuller too, and your breasts, I didn't realise they were so big yesterday but I suppose they must have been, you couldn't have grown them over night, could you," she continued, laughing out loud. Tracy and Debbie smiled at Sylvia's joke then looked stonily at Marilyn, not wishing for their secrets to be revealed. Marilyn just said, "well, ith not very interething, jutht thome pierthings and a little botoxth, the betht part ith the rethult, ath you can thee." Sylvia poured their drinks, large gin and tonics, and placed them on the bar, not taking her eyes off the vision in front of her, the vision that was Marilyn. She had to admit to herself though, that she had not fully understood all that Marilyn had said with her speech impeded so severely. They took their drinks and went and sat at a table, Debbie said, "be careful what you say honey or we could all wind up in jail, these specialist products that have enhanced your body so extremely have been stolen after all, and you have used them, so we would all be in trouble to the same degree." "Yeth I underthtand Debbie ith jutht tho hard to thpeak though." "Yes, you're right Marilyn I think I'll have to take some of your tongue piercings out, turn around and face me with your back to the bar, honey." Debbie pulled at her tongue and removed the two studs that she had fitted at the back, leaving the barbell on the tip of Marilyn's tongue and the six silver rings, three on each side. "Oh, that's better, thank you Debbie, they look extremely erotic but I just couldn't speak with the two back ones in," said Marilyn. Just then, Debbie's phone began ringing in her handbag. She snatched it up, and reading the display said, "It's Terry!" then, pressing answer she said, "Hi Terry how are you, is everything OK? Our things should arrive at your place soon; we hired a van and a driver." Terry said, "Where are you all? I went to the house to pick up my car, but there was only the removal guy there. I've given him a key so that he can get into my place." "Oh we're out for a walk at the moment, slowly heading towards the Queen's Head, it should take us about half an hour, do you want to meet us there?" "Can I speak to Marilyn please Debbie, is she there?" replied Terry. Debbie put her hand over the mouthpiece and proffered the phone to Marilyn, "He wants to speak to you, Marilyn, you heard what I said didn't you?" "Oh yes Debbie, out for a leisurely walk, in ballet heels and a hobble skirt, and you two like a couple of fetish cheerleader dolls, give me the phone will you!" "Hi, honey, are you OK?" said Marilyn speaking into the phone. "I had some piercings done this morning and a little botox on my lips. My company organised it so that I can report back to them on my experience. I hope you don't mind, you don't mind do you, please say you don't mind? I've dressed specially for you today as it's a special day, can't wait to see you." "Hi Marilyn," replied Terry, "of course I don't mind, you know that, you have to experience these things so that you can report back to your company. It's your job. Where are you now honey, do you want me to pick you up and give you a lift?" "No!" She exclaimed, "um, I mean no that's OK thanks Terry, we're out for a walk so we'll make our own way to the pub, it's a bit slow progress because my outfit is rather tight, but we'll be there in about half an hour." "OK honey," replied Terry, "see you all in about half an hour at the Queen's Head, can't wait to see you, bye now." And he hung up. Debbie waved her hand towards the bar and Sylvia teetered across with a tray, automatically picking up the empty glasses from the table, waiting for their order. Debbie said, "Our cousin, Marilyn has been telling us about your remarkable assets, she said that you were enormous, is that right Sylvia?" Sylvia looked at Marilyn who frowned back at her with a negative expression. "Why are you asking, Debbie? I'd heard that you were a control freak and a dyke; surely big dicks don't interest you? Or would you like to find out for yourself, how about you Tracy, would you like to see?" and she began to lift her dress as if to expose herself to them. "No! It's alright, Sylvia, "exclaimed Tracy, "we'll have the same drinks again thank you." Right at that moment a rock tune began playing from inside Marilyn's handbag, it was a mobile phone. "What the fuck, that's Peter's phone, my phone, how did it get in there?" Said Marilyn, reaching down to her bag. She took the phone, looked at the display, and said, "Oh shit, it's Terry." She answered, thinking it was the best thing to do. Taking the initiative and speaking in her best male voice she said, "Hello Terry, how are you, how's it going buddy?" "Hey, Pete, how's it hanging pal, I hear you're away chasing a job in Scotland, is that right or are you back now? Or is this just a ploy because you're mixed up with some married woman in Devon? Hehe, you dirty bastard. But, no seriously, any luck with the job?" "Well," sighed Marilyn, "It looks as though I'm going to be up here for a while anyway, they've taken me on in their IT department on a temporary basis to see how I perform. If I show myself to be any good, then they'll put me on the regular payroll." "That's really fantastic," said Terry, "have you spoken with your sisters in the last couple of days?" "No?" said Marilyn, untruthfully. "Why? Is something the matter at home, there's nothing wrong is there Terry? Should I call them?" "Calm down mate, no, there's nothing wrong, but you know your cousin Marilyn, the one that lives in the States?" said Terry. "Well, I know she exists, but that's about all, I've never met her," Marilyn replied truthfully, "but what's all this about, what's this Marilyn got to do with anything, bud?" "Well, please don't lose your temper, but I've been dating her, and she is the most fantastic woman I have ever met. She is marvellous, so sexy and really interesting too. Did you know she works for a cosmetics firm and trials their products? On the two occasions that I've seen her she's stolen my heart; she's my dream woman. I'm sorry to go on Pete but I'm just so excited about her, we're going to meet up again today." "That's not a problem Terry," replied Marilyn, teasing him now, "So what, you're dating a cousin of mine that I've never met, big deal, why should I be interested? Good luck to you, I sincerely hope you'll be very happy together." "Well, yes, um, but, you see," stammered Terry, "Marilyn has agreed to move into my house to live, but, um, Debbie and Tracy are moving in too," he blurted. Marilyn thought a shocked silence would be appropriate at this point, and paused before saying. "Wow, Terry, you've really shocked me, so you're having a thing with my cousin, and my two sisters are moving into your house too, what's going on, are you at it with all of them?. This is incredible!" "I'm sorry, Pete, mate, I didn't set out to make this happen, I told Marilyn how much I liked her. She really is hot mate; you'll have to meet her. Then we were arranging for her to move into my place, and before I knew it, your two sisters had expressed a wish to move in, and I agreed. I just thought, well why not. Have I done wrong in your eyes, Pete?" Marilyn replied calmly, "Well, if it's what they want, and as long as they check it out with Mum and Dad: you must make sure they do that Terry, then I guess it's OK." "Oh thanks Pete, it means so much to me that you're not annoyed about the situation, you're a good friend of mine, and a good drinking partner. We'll have to meet up soon for a beer, or I could take a flight up and meet with you, I can easily write the costs off against my business." "Sounds good, Terry, yes we must meet up for a beer." "Hey, listen Pete, would you like to speak with Marilyn, I'm just walking into the bar now, and I can see her, and your two sisters just across the room, would you like me to put her on to you?" Marilyn quickly hung up, and stuffed Peter's phone in her handbag, whilst looking towards the door with a rather awkward swollen lipped smile on her face. "Hi honey," said Terry excitedly, and offering her the phone said, "listen sweetheart, I've managed to get in touch with your cousin Pete, my buddy, would you like to speak to him?" Taking the phone from Terry she wondered how the hell she was going to be able to talk to herself, her male ego on the phone. Holding the phone to her ear she said, "Hello, Peter, Marilyn here, we've never met but I'm your cousin visiting from the States, I guess Terry has told you about me, it's a pity we couldn't meet up." On hearing this, Terry proffered excitedly for Marilyn to hand him the phone, to which Marilyn calmly waved her talons at him to sit down, and continued holding the dead phone to her ear, smiling occasionally, and saying, "Yes," as if she was listening to a gripping story. Finally, Marilyn said, "We are staying here for the evening Peter, and you?" and then, after a short pause, she continued, "aha, oh, sounds good, well nice talking with you cousin, maybe we'll meet some day. Bye for now." "Oh, I'm so pleased that you two got on so well," said Terry. Marilyn smiled, and handed him his phone back. Terry took it, and pressed a couple of buttons. Debbie realised that Terry was ringing Peter's number again, and what the implications were. Peter's phone was still on the floor in Marilyn's handbag, and still switched on. Debbie leapt to her feet, snatching Marilyn's handbag, and dashed out of the bar to the bathroom. "What was all that about?" said Terry, looking at Marilyn questioningly. "I think she is due her period soon," replied Marilyn, "like me, and well, if you want to know, I told her I have some tampons in my handbag." "Looks like Peter's phone is dead," said Terry, staring at his own phone, "it must be out of range of a signal," he concluded. Marilyn fluttered her long false eyelashes at Terry, and touching him on his bare arm with her long pink nails said, "Would you like to get us a drink honey, I really am thirsty, maybe a stiff gin and tonic would quench my thirst, or will I have to wait until later for something stiff," she added, smiling seductively into his eyes. Terry stood up, and looking down at Marilyn with a bird's eye view of her gargantuan breasts said, "That's a lovely outfit you're wearing honey, and I love your new earrings too. I don't know what you were worrying about. Now, who wants what to drink?" Debbie returned from the bathroom while Terry was at the bar. "So Debbie," whispered Marilyn, "what did you do with my phone? Or more correctly, Peter's phone." "I turned it off. Do you realise what would have happened if Terry had discovered that you were Peter? Not only would we have been homeless before we'd even moved in, but, he's so sweet that I'm sure it would have destroyed him," Debbie replied. Looking up at the door, Marilyn saw two familiar figures walk in; it was Debbie and Tracy's boyfriends, Gerry and Jim. She said, "Oh shit, look who's just walked in, I don't believe it, I didn't think they would come to a place like this." They're looking for us, just stay there Marilyn we'll have to deal with them, we don't want them seeing you yet, they could let the cat out of the bag, in fact I'm sure they would." Debbie and Tracy leapt to their feet and shot across the bar to head off Gerry and Jim. Meanwhile Terry returned with drinks for the four of them. Sitting himself next to Marilyn he said, "Where's everyone gone, Marilyn honey?" "Oh, they just saw a couple of boyfriends of theirs and have gone to chat with them." Replied Marilyn, suddenly realising what Terry would probably say next. "Oh it's Gerry and Jim, why don't they join us? we could make a party up, I could do with a bit of male company," said Terry, gesticulating to them with his raised arm, and fulfilling Marilyn's prediction.