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Halloween For Life (A Fan Fiction Continuation) Chapter 26 Trials and Tribulations in an Evening Gown "Okay, Nicole," Jordan forced himself to slip into 'Nicole mode'. "Showtime." Nicole walked back to the luncheon table and tapped Edward Johanson on the shoulder. "Hiya Edward, I'm back, d'ya miss me?" Nicole asked, shyly. Just maybe this wouldn't be as hard as he thought. He lowered his empty second mimosa glass, and said, "I did!" Johanson hopped up, delighted for this opportunity to hold Nicole's chair for her. "Well, I missed you too," Nicole said, kissing Johanson lightly on the cheek as she sat down and sending Anna a dirty look across the table. Anna just smiled back. Johanson couldn't believe his luck. He thought for sure he had ruined his chances with Jordan by being too aggressive. But now, miracle of miracles! Here she was back again! And she kissed him on the cheek, unprompted! As Nicole sat down, she immediately felt Johanson's hand on her leg. 'Well, if this is what Anna wants,' Nicole thought, angrily. She spread her legs, boldly encouraging Johanson to go further. "What was that?" Nicole asked. "I was saying," Johanson repeated, "guess who my niece saw at the mall?" "Is that my namesake?" Rebecca Guertin asked. "Yes, my niece Rebecca." "Your niece is named after Mrs. Guertin?" Nicole asked, suddenly putting two and two together. "That's right," Rebecca Guertin admitted. "Her mother is my granddaughter. That makes Rebecca my great-grand." "You're a great-grandmother?" Nicole said, astonished. "You barely look like you could be a grandmother." "Aren't you sweet!" Rebecca said, patting Nicole's hand. She turned, and laughingly said, "Eddy, you better put a ring on that finger, and fast." "Oh... ah..." Johanson said, flustered. Stop that, Rebecca! His eyes tried to say. She's skittish enough! "AS I WAS SAYING," Johanson continued. "My niece, also Rebecca, saw Jason and Angela at the mall yesterday." Johanson's fingers were working their way, slowly but surely, up Nicole's legs, giving her goosebumps. Yes, goosebumps, and also something else... "Jason and Angela?" Nicole asked, shaking her head. She didn't want to think about what that 'something else' would be. Nicole shifted in her seat, suddenly feeling flushed. Nicole hoped that the gaff would hide her surprise from Johanson's fingers, OR that Johanson wouldn't find anything he didn't already know was there! "Yes!" Johanson leaned in with a conspiratorial whisper. "They were shopping for wedding rings! Jason is going to propose marriage to Anna, any day now!" "Do you think he has the ring right now?" Rebecca Guertin asked, her eyes flashing with delight. "Definitely. Rebecca texted me that she saw him put the ring in his wallet." "I just hope he proposes to her soon," Johanson continued. "Before he loses his nerve. He was telling me the other day that he was scared about doing it, and afraid that Anna would turn him down." "Maybe he needs an incentive? A little encouragement?" Nicole said, glancing over Anna who was talking softly to Jason. 'I'll show her,' she thought. Nicole shifted her legs and spread them further. She could feel Johanson's fingers almost reach their target. They were almost at the very juncture where the panties met her leg. 'If I have to put up with this,' Nicole thought to herself as the fingers traced light circles around her sensitive thighs, 'then Anna has to suffer too.' "Do you really think so?" Rebecca Guertin asked, her eyes glittering. "You know them the best." "Oh, I *definitely* think they need some encouragement," Nicole said. She looked over at Anna with an evil smirk. Anna immediately recognized that face and knew something was up. "Jason!" Rebecca called out. Instantly, all conversation at the table stopped. Johanson's pinky finger gently brushed up against Nicole's crotch, causing her to suck in her breath. Shit, she was getting turned on! Reality was setting in, and while she should feel some relief of having a reaction again, she couldn't help but realize this was actually a dangerous game she was playing. Suddenly, this idea of being overly friendly to Johanson to teach Anna a lesson didn't seem like such a good idea after all. Nicole took a deep breath to try and settle down. "Yes, Mrs. Guertin?" Jason asked. "I hear that you were shopping at the mall yesterday," Rebecca said. "Uh... that's true, Mrs. Guertin. I was." "What did you buy there?" Rebecca said, smiling broadly. "I... well, I..." Jason blushed, looking around at the assembled guests. "Wha... why do you want to know? "Jason, please stand," Rebecca Guertin commanded. "Oh, okay." Jason slowly pushed his chair back and stood. "Now, Jason, in front of all these people, the highest of Phoenix society, on this gorgeous day, a day full of hope, prosperity, and *love*. Yes, on this most auspicious day, don't you have something special to ask your girlfriend Anna here?" "Wha...?" Jason's eyes went wide and his face quickly turned beet red. He looked nervously around at all of the guests who were now looking at Jason, expectantly. Clearly Mrs. Guertin was a socialite that was used to manipulating and controlling people, and making them dance for her on command. Johanson, taking advantage of the fact that everyone's attention was turned elsewhere, boldly moved his hand to Nicole's crotch and cupped it. Nicole, sucked in her breath and suddenly overcome with weakness, reached out and grasped Johanson's leg to steady herself. 'Oh god,' she thought to herself. 'Oh god!' "I... I don't .... think..." Jason stuttered, still taken back by the awkwardness of the scene. "Now Jason, don't be shy! What better place? What better time?" Rebecca said, her voice encouraging. Jason looked down at Anna who looked up at him, confused. He felt the eyes of the entire luncheon upon him. It was, quite literally, a 'who's who' of Phoenix society. There was Nicole Stanton, the wife of the Mayor of Phoenix, Councilwoman Laura Pastor, Vice Mayor Kate Gallego, Melani Lowman-Walton (wife of one of the Walton billionaires), and W.R. Ford Smith II, the founder of PetSmart. If Jason didn't do *something*, he knew he'd be the biggest jerk in the room, and probably Johanson would be hopping mad at him. Jason looked over at Jordan, but she had been avoiding eye contact all night, and now had his...(her?)... eyes closed and was biting her lip. What was that all about? He looked over at Johanson who was calmly looking back at Jason, expectantly. 'Johanson seems in absolutely no hurry,' Jason thought to himself. "Jason?" Rebecca prompted. "An-n-n-na," Jason stuttered, pulling out his wallet. "I-i-i..." Suddenly his heart was beating in his chest. Why am I nervous? Jason wondered. What the fuck is happening to me? This is all fake! There's nothing to be nervous about! "Jason... what are you doing??" Anna asked, her voice with an edge of freaking out. Jason slowly dropped to one knee. "A-a-anna?" He asked. "Jason!! What are you doing??" Anna cried, panicking. She looked over at Nicole, but Nicole had her eyes closed and was clearly going to be no help at all. Johanson's hand was now boldly stroking Nicole between her legs, causing her toes to curl and nipples to tingle. Nicole shifted her shoulders, causing her new breasts to shift inside her support bra. That was a new experience! She did it again, enjoying the heaviness of them. 'What is wrong with me?' Nicole wondered, completely oblivious now to what was going on the other side of the table. Nicole grasped Johanson's leg more firmly, stroking it as her breathing started to turn ragged. Johanson pressed more firmly into her crotch. "Jason, you get up, right now!" Anna hissed. But the die was cast. Jason extracted the engagement ring from his wallet. "Anna, you and I have known each other for nearly 10 years now, and I have always admired you. You are the smartest, the most beautiful, the most funnest--" "Funnest?" "Uh... the most fun and most spontaneous person I know! I..." "Don't say it, Jason." "I..." "I'm warning you!" "I love you," Jason got out. "And..." "Please, Jason, stop!" "I am on my knees..." "This can't be happening!" "... to ask if you would do me the honor..." "Nooooo!" "...of becoming my wife?" Jason gently grasped her hand and slipped the engagement ring on her finger. It fit perfectly. "Oh, my god!" Anna cried, overwhelmed, looking at the ring. It was so big and expensive looking! How much was Jason paid, anyway? "I don't know what to say....!" Anna finally got out. Oh, shit! Nicole thought to herself, breathing hard. Johanson had found her spot! Her special, sensitive spot, just the below the tip, and was rubbing it! His index finger was running little circles firmly over that most intimate place!! Oh shit, oh shit! She felt herself shifting into the place of no return. It had been so long, so very long, and this was building quickly. The smoothness of her legs and the warm hands, and all the silkiness encasing it...it started to become way, way too much for Nicole to process, and it was causing an overload. Nicole grasped at Johanson's leg harder and higher up, trying to get him to stop. But what was that?? What had she grabbed onto? Was THAT HIS HARD... Oh god! "Say yes!" Rebecca Guertin instructed. "Say Yes! Say Yes! Yes, Yes, Yes!" The rest of the party chanted, completely oblivious to Nicole's heaving bosom, deep breathing and watery eyes as they all focused solely on Anna. Anna, realizing that the situation was hopeless, did what she knew she had to do. "Yes!" She squealed, her hands outstretched in what she hoped looked like joy. "Oh, Jason, YES!!!" And just then, just as the entire room burst into shouts of applause, just as everyone stood up with cheers and 'hip-hip-hoorays'! Just then, Nicole screamed an 'OH!!!!' slapped a hand hard on the table and orgasmed, spurting into her panties, her body spasming. All of it fortunately covered up by the general commotion in the room. 'I've got you now!' Johanson thought smugly to himself, feeling satisfied and confident. He felt for certain now that Nicole would be his. He had made her orgasm. Now and forever, he thought to himself. Someday when they were old they'd laugh together about that time during that elegant luncheon when he had played with her under the table until she had orgasmed in his hand in front of the entire executive board of the Gala for the American Cancer Society. * * * Rebecca called in for champaign and there were toasts all around to the newly engaged couple. Jason and Anna hugged and gave shy smiles to the others at the luncheon. Then someone 'tinged' their Champaign glass with a knife and soon everyone was doing it. "Kiss, kiss, kiss!" they chanted. "Oh, I don't think we should..." Anna turned to Jason but before she could stop him, "Oh!" Jason was already kissing her. Wanting it to look good, Jason held Anna tightly until he felt like it had been a long enough kiss for a newlywed couple. 'Not bad,' Anna thought, surprised, looking at Jason in the eyes. Maybe there was more to Jason than she had realized? To her, Jason had always been Jordan's obnoxious side-kick. He was always the one getting Jordan in trouble and encouraging Jordan's bad behavior. She hadn't been that thrilled when Jordan had dragged her all the way across the country to spend more time with his elementary school friend, and she was worried what sort of trouble the 'two boys' might get into. Maybe that had been the genesis of the Halloween Costume idea? she wondered. Maybe subconsciously she had wanted to upset that best buddies dynamic by dressing Jordan up as a woman? Maybe she thought that would make him a little less wild, a little more well behaved and less likely to get into trouble with Jason? But now here she was, engaged to be married (HA!) with Jason, and getting kissed by him! The two separated and looked around at the rest of the guests. "Is that all?" the guests hooted and demanded more. "My grandmother kisses better than that! Give us a big, wet, sloppy kiss like you really mean it!!" The 'tink-tink-tink'ing of the glasses started up again. Anna sighed and looked at Jason, shrugging her shoulders. The two kissed, a lot longer and deeper this time. She glanced over to Jordan, who seemed to be applying lipstick again, oblivious to her and Jason. Finally, the guests were mollified. 'Mmmm....' Anna looked Jason in the eyes as they parted, her lips wet and warm. "Mmmm...." she sighed. * * * The party had broken into small groups discussing various topics, from local politics and business to the ACS Gala details. People with chairs pushed away from the table gestured to each other with glasses of Champaign. "Eddy, why don't you show Jordan around the garden?" Rebecca Guertin suggested. "The roses are quite beautiful this time of year." "What an excellent suggestion. Nicole?" Johanson held out his hand. Nicole accepted Johanson's hand on and stood on unsteady legs, grateful for Edward's firm grip and strong arm. 'What is wrong with me?' Nicole thought, desperately, to herself. As Nicole walked, her heels clicking on the tile floor, she could feel the damp spot in her panties. 'He places his hand on my crotch and I'm like a bitch in heat!' Nicole thought, her nipples in the support bra still tingling from the orgasm. Nicole looked over at Johanson as he opened the door from the sunroom for her. His knowing grin implied that he knew what she must be thinking. Then he put his fingers to his lips and tasted them! "Delicious," he said, as they walked out onto the patio. "I... I can't believe you did that!" Nicole blushed a pretty pink giving color to her cheeks. "I'm... I'm mortified!" "Don't worry, no one noticed," Johanson assured her softly, grinning ear to ear. As they walked down the red brick path, Nicole continued to think and worry. She seemed so horny all the time. Why was that? Was something wrong with her? And she *still* didn't ever get any... uh... growth or swelling 'down there'. It just seemed like here libido was through the roof, but her parts were still inactive. Shouldn't I be more worried about that? she wondered. Shouldn't I be screaming at the moon for losing my sexuality so easily? Did Vanessa plant something in me that's making me accept these changes? Maybe it was the pills? What was that pink pill that she took everyday, anyway? Was it making her exceptionally horny and hot and bothered all the time? Was such a thing possible for women? Nicole looked up at Johanson, realizing how handsome he really was. Of course he's a creep, taking advantage of her, fingering her under the table!! but handsome too. Even from the very beginning, Jordan thought Johanson (still very young in his early thirties and nearly 6 feet tall) was a good looking man. It's clear how he was able to engender such loyalty from his employees. Johanson showed Nicole the rose garden, including some of the special varieties created for M.K. Guertin, the Best Western founder. They continued walking, into a more natural and wooded area. The sounds of the party were now muffled by the trees around them. 'Now or never,' thought Nicole to herself. She fingered her watch, making sure that it was recording. "I had some work done a couple of days ago," Nicole said. "Friday. That's why I was at the clinic." Johanson looked at her, suddenly focused. "Really?" he asked, lightly. "Yes. I hope this doesn't make you think less of me, but I had a breast augmentation and some work done on my waist. Some liposuction." "Goodness, that sounds major," Johanson said. "How are you doing?" "Oh, pretty well. I slept all day Saturday to recover and I took some pain pills this morning, but the surgeries were really well done. Dr. Green is amazing! And so I'm doing okay." "Bravo for you," Johanson said, trying to be encouraging but non- committal. "And I was hoping you could help me?" "Of course, Nicole. Anything." "Well, the thing is... I don't know who is paying for the surgeries. They just seem to be magically happening. I asked Dr. Green, but he said that it was 'a benefactor who wishes to remain anonymous'." [This was a lie, of course, neither Nicole nor Anna had asked Dr. Green directly who was paying for the surgeries.] "And the thing is..." Nicole turned to face Johanson and held both his hands in hers and drew him close. "I really, really, love my new body!" she continued, looking at him intently. "I've always been so flat-chested and I've always really hated it. And now I feel like I finally have the body I was always meant to have. A beautiful, curvaceous, body. A *woman's* body. A beautiful, *feminine* body. It's the body I always felt I should have had inside." "That's wonderful!" Johanson said, absolutely elated. He then thought to himself, 'She loves the surgeries! She really loves them! I knew it! Oh, Nicole! How I'm glad you are letting me get you the body you always deserved!!' Johanson looked away for a second, trying desperately not to overreact. Finally, he turned back to Nicole and asked "But how can I help?" "Well..." Nicole bit her lip, coyly, just like Anna had shown her that morning and pulled Johanson close to her body, so they were touching. Was that his hard-on she was feeling? "I was hoping you could help me find who has paid for my surgeries?" Nicole asked, shyly. "Because, if I could find him, I would want to thank him, *over and over*," she said, with such emphasis that one could barely doubt their full meaning. "After all, he has saved my life! I feel complete and like a real woman for the first time in my life! If I only knew who it was, then I would be *so* grateful. I would to thank them and then offer my services, to try and repay them back in just *any* way that I could." Nicole looked directly into Johanson's eyes, breathing short, shallow breaths, her mouth slightly open and (what she hoped) was a look of innocence and absolute trust on her face. Her long hair framed her face perfectly, glowing in the sun. Johanson's heart leapt with joy! Here was his heart's desire, holding his hands and looking up to him, vulnerable and desirable. Just the sort of wife and life partner he had been looking for his entire life. Oh, Jordan... Oh Nicole! Johanson thought. I will keep you and hold you and make the world safe for you! And you will be my prized possession, my jewel, my companion and... my wife! "Well, actually," Johanson said, softly. "I think I may know who is responsible for your surgeries." "Really?" Nicole said, her heart thumping hard. This was it! She had hooked him for sure! "Yes," Johanson continued. He looked Nicole directly in the eyes, and squeezed her hands. "It was--" * * * Jason and Anna were accepting the congratulations of the other party- goers when Jason noticed Jordan leaving the room with Johanson. 'That's suspicious,' Jason thought to himself. Of course he knew about Johanson's reputation and worried for his friend. "I... ah... need to go out for a breath of fresh air," he said to Anna. "I'll go with you." But as Anna moved to get up, Rebecca stopped her with a hand holding her wrist to lead her back. "Anna, darling," Rebecca Guertin. "Now that you are a 'Bride to Be', let me fill you in on all of the best wedding locales in Phoenix." Anna looked up at Jason and shrugged. Clearly she was trapped. There was no way she would be so rude as to leave just as her host had come over to talk to her. "Now write this down, my dear," Rebecca handed Anna a note pad and pencil. As Jason exited the sun room, he looked back and saw Anna furiously scribbling notes while Rebecca expounded at length and various museums and gardens ideal for the ceremony or the reception, depending on the type of wedding Anna wanted. A moment later and Jason would have lost them. Fortunately, he spied Jordan and Johanson disappearing around the corner of the house towards the rose garden. He trod quickly but softly down the path, sticking close to the house. As he turned the corner, he saw them walking into the wooded area at the corner of the property. Making sure to stay hidden from their line of site, he stepped quickly across the lawn. "I really, really, love my new body!" Jason heard Nicole say. "I've always been so flat-chested and I've always really hated it. And now I feel like I finally have the body I was always meant to have. A beautiful, curvaceous, body. A *woman*'s body. A beautiful, *feminine* body. It's the body I always felt I should have had... inside." That couldn't possible be Jordan, could it? Jason peered around the tree. It *was* Jordan! Holy shit!! Jason was stunned. 'Johanson was right all along!' he thought to himself. 'Jordan really does want to be a woman! He's always wanted to be a 'she' all her life, and I... I just never noticed who she really was!' Suddenly, Jordan's entire past was cast in a new light. Jordan's discomfort with dating women. Jordan's hoarding of Steffi Gunderson's panties. Jordan's various comments about women's clothing and makeup. Even agreeing to go to work dressed as a woman for a Halloween "gag." It all made sense now. But most especially it explained how Jordan was able to so quickly and easily (and effectively!) adapt to dressing and acting as a woman. He... she! had been *so* good at it from the very beginning! Unnaturally good. And *now* it all made sense. No one, certainly no man could possibly be that good without having been dreaming about it (and maybe practicing at it?? Jason wondered) all her life. Finally, all of the pieces just clicked into place, and the puzzle had simply been solved. "I think I may know who is responsible for your surgeries," Jason overheard. He peaked around the corner. Johanson was talking. No wait! WHAT??? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING?? Jason was panicking, what about the consequences, the laws and rules, and what if this would cause a huge scene, and maybe even cause Anna pain or shock, it was too daunting to inventory all the ways this could go badly. "It was--" * * * "THERE YOU ARE!" Jason strode out from behind the tree, boisterously interrupting his boss. WHAT?? Nicole looked over, thinking wildly. JASON? NO!!! "Jason!" Johanson said, his eyes shooting daggers at his HR director for interrupting them. "And what the hell are you doing here?" "Uh... Anna asked me to fetch Nicole. She, uh... needs help... um... planning the wedding! Rebecca is giving her all sorts of information and Anna needs help. Yeah, that's it." Goddamn it, Jason! Nicole thought to herself, looking back and forth between the two men. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! He was just about to tell me, and you fucking ruined it, you nimwad! Nicole waited for another minute, no one saying anything, perhaps hoping that Jason might just get embarrassed and leave. But no such luck. Besides, it was obvious that she would be getting nothing more from Johanson for the moment. She'd have to try again later. "Fine," Nicole huffed, pushing past Jason and walking down the path back to the house. Jason looked back at Johanson holding his hands out with a wild, 'What the fuck??' expression. Jason pointed to his mouth, zipped it shut with an angry movement, and then jabbed a finger at Johanson. The motion was unmistakable: 'Keep your mouth shut you asshole, or we could get into real trouble!' Johanson snapped out of it and realized what had just happened. 'Shit!' he thought to himself. 'Jason's right. Holy shit!' * * * Jason returned to the gala, and saw Jordan and Anna talking amongst themselves. It was odd to look at the two of them, in their gowns, like actual sisters gossiping together. As he approached, Anna looked up and at him. "JASON!!" Anna shouted in a horrified whisper. "You didn't??" "Didn't what?" Jason protested dumbfounded. "You ruined the whole plan to fix everything!" Jordan said with a meek smile to keep up pretenses. "I didn't know!" Jason said, plaintively. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "I was so close!" whined Jordan Nicole, stamping her foot. The three were discussing the situation in tense whispers. "He was just about to tell me. I was just about to get it on tape," Nicole said. "On tape?" Jason's eyes went wide. Oh fuck! he realized. They are serious! They are looking to entrap Mr. Johanson and bring him down! Visions of Ed Johanson being dragged away by police ran though Jason's head. All of Johanson & Johanson's customers would flee to other manufacturers. The company would fold, for sure! "You know that Jordan got breast augmentation surgery, don't you?" asked Anna. Jason hesitated. Was he supposed to know? He thought back and decided, finally, that this was supposed to be news to him. "NO!" he said finally, trying to sound as shocked as possible. "Those are REAL??" "It's true," Nicole said. "No more breast forms," she pointed to her tits. "Oh, Nicole... I am *so* sorry!" "Yeah, well..." "But how did this happen? Surely the doctor wouldn't have done it without you signing a consent form?" "Well, I may have signed a form," Nicole shifted uncomfortably. "It's complicated. My breasts were burning because I had some sort of allergic reaction, and so I signed whatever Dr. Green put in front of me... okay, I know I screwed up! But still, Johanson shouldn't be paying for my surgeries! Not without my knowing! He has to admit to his role in this!" "Okay, okay," Jason said, trying to get Jordan to calm down. "But, you know... Maybe you shouldn't be trying to tape Johanson?" Jason suggested, tentatively. "Why the hell not?" demanded Anna. "Isn't it illegal?" "No! Arizona is a 'one-party consent' state. All you need is a single party to the conversation to consent to the taping - in this case Jordan, and it's legal." "Well, it's certainly not nice," Jason tried again. "Is paying for Nicole's surgery without asking her 'nice'?" "Well, no, but... *If* he did it, and I'm not saying he did, perhaps he was just doing it out of the goodness of his heart?" "Jason, who's side are you on?" "What are you three cooking up back here?" Rebecca Guertin interrupted. All three quickly stood up straighter. "Nothing!" Nicole squeaked. "We swear!" "Ha," Rebecca grinned. "I bet you're talking about Edward, aren't you?" "No... Maybe... I don't know!" Nicole cried, her heart beating in her chest. "Nicole, I'm glad I found you. I just wanted to ask you to be nice to Edward. Do you understand? He may not look like it, but he's really quite... how shall I put this... quite a sensitive person." "Sensitive?" Jason snorted. "Mr. Johanson?" "Oh yes," Rebecca said, with a knowing look. "So please, as a favor to me, Nicole, I hope you don't toy with Edward's emotions. Okay?" "Yes, Mrs. Guertin." "Promise?" "I promise." Jordan Nicole replied. Anna glared at Jason as they returned back to the luncheon. * * * Jason, for his part, was now more confused than ever. He watched Jordan... Nicole... whatever! talking to Johanson and she certainly seemed sincere. At the time, he felt 100% certain that Nicole was speaking the truth: That she wanted breasts, she wanted the surgeries, and she was happy now that she was in the body she always wanted. But now, apparently it was all a ruse. A scam. Was it possible for his friend Jordan to be such a good actor? He didn't think so. It seemed too good... too perfect. Was it possible that Jordan was just going along with Anna to try and extort Johanson? So maybe Jordan really *was* becoming Nicole? Maybe he was really a she, deep down inside, if only, she would let it out? Jason thought again about how convenient it would be if only Jordan was transitioning to female for real, instead of just pretend. 'And she'd be damn good it,' Jason mused to himself, remembering Jordan's sexy walk as they walked back to the house. Jordan was swaying his hips just like a girl - no, like a model. 'She's so good as a she,' Jason thought to himself, 'that it'd be a shame if she went back to be a man.' * * * As the three walked out into the sun room, they noticed that the room was conspicuously empty of men. "Where is everyone?" asked Anna. "In the library," the councilwoman offered, gesturing. "It's the Cardinal's game." "The game?" Jason asked, eagerly. "That's right, it's Sunday," Nicole said, suddenly feeling a big cold lump form in her stomach. As they approached the library, there were at least a dozen people watching the big-screen TV, and the mood in the room was tense but excited. "What's the score?" Jason asked. "My god, you won't believe it! There have been three turn overs, and it's 52 to 10, Cardinals..they walking all over them! Matt Coleman is ON FIRE! He's thrown seven touchdowns!" "SEVEN TOUCHDOWNS??" Nicole shrieked. "ARE YOU SERIOUS??" "I know!" said the guest, mistaking Nicole's voice for excitement, not horror! Just then the room went dead quiet. ".. audible. Play clock at 5, last chance to beat the record, Coleman scrambles, breaks a tackle, still alive, clock is out, he fires down field, ADAMS IS FREE, HE'S GOT IT! ADAMS HAS IT!! TOUCHDOWN! TOUCHDOWN! COLEMAN HAS THROWN EIGHT TOUCHDOWNS AND HAS BROKEN THE ALL TIME TOUCHDOWN RECORD IN THE NFL!! IT'S INCREDIBLE! IT'S AMAZING! IT'S HISTORIC!! CARDINALS WIN! CARDINALS WIN! 58 TO 10!" The room erupted in a chorus of shouts and whoops that shook the windows, no one even caring about the extra point. It was about as meaningful as Jordan's ever diminishing masculinity. "OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!" Jason shouted over the commotion, as the TV showed the Cardinal players celebrating. "DID YOU SEE THAT? THAT'S INSANE!!" "FUCK," Nicole said, feeling overwhelmed, her voice drowned out by the crowd. "Fuck!!" Jordan imagined that he could hear Angela going wild watching it on TV. The TV cut to Matt Coleman, holding the record- breaking football, grinning and celebrating. And then he did it. He took the football and pointed it directly at the camera. You couldn't hear what he said. When asked later he told everyone that he forgot what he said at that moment, it was so crazy. But Nicole saw it. She knew. She knew *exactly* what he said, because she could read it on his lips. "That was for you, Jordan," his lips had said. "Oh no... oh shit..." Nicole said, slumping to the ground. Nicole fainted due to the stress of the day, and shock of this latest development, but her last thoughts before blacking out were "is this really happening, and whatever will happen next?" End Chapter 26 Merry Christmas to the readers and Halloween for Life fanbase. Your comments have been wonderful and inspiring! -Kimmy et al.