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When a middle-aged photogenic black guy said "I have a dream!" he inspired a generation. When an ugly older white guy says, "I had this dream..." you can pretty well figure that you're in for a wild ride. All I can say in my defense is, It's a total fabrication!

I bought a big, expensive MIG welding kit off of Ebay. I'd burned out from teaching high school and got my welding certs a few years before. However, I had my fill of bosses that demanded that I push the jobs so hard that I had no chance of finishing my work with the quality that I deep down needed to create. I saved up all my spare cash until I hit my theoretical budget point. I'd bought a few battery operated drills, three recharging stations and several spare battery packs. I bought a big box full of C clamps and pipe clamps at an auction, then wire brushed everything and oiled them. I found an expensive but high quality MIG welding system on Ebay and paid a premium to get it. I was ready to step out on my own.

When it came in, I was surprised at the size of it. After I tore down the wood shipping crate I found that it held a welder with all the associated kit mounted on a waist-high floor-standing Snap-On tool chest, stuffed to the gills! What was the idea?

I tore it all down, categorized the tools and wiped everything down with light coating of cutting oil. Under a tray of sockets I found a hidden panel. Someone had laid in a thin sheet of wood over a cavity. Inside I found a property deed, a key ring with numbered keys and a typed letter.

"I'm dying of cancer. None of my worthless sons gives a good goddamned about my business. I'm shooting the dice one final time to try to find someone that has the balls to take over the operation. I'll be long dead by the time my lawyer puts this rig on the market, so don't bother trying to track me down.

The title and keys are to a metal fabrication shop near Joliet. There's a lot of secrets built into the place that are yours to discover.

Take the deed to a Harris bank branch to get access to the business account. There should be about seven mil in there. You'll need it for taxes, insurance, utilities and what not until you get your feet under you. The taxes will eat you alive, but you should have enough left over to keep your head above water.

Good luck, son. I wish I'd met you before I push off, but there it is. Give 'em hell.

Gene."

That was it, short and sweet. What had I fallen into? If it was true my major startup expenses were covered.

The case was pretty heavy. I still managed to get it up into the back of my work van then headed for the address on the property deed. The factory was in New Lenox, a town a bit east of Joliet proper. As I drove up to the gate I got the impression of the damages caused by a depressed economy.

Key #1 opened the gate. The building was faced with grimy brick and the whole place looked sad. Weeds were growing up through cracks in the asphalt paving. I drove around the place, noting the four loading docks and around the corner I found an armored roll-up door sized for a dump truck. At one end of the building I saw a group of three large transformers mounted on concrete pedestals, all enclosed in rusted diamond mesh fence. The place defined the word "industrial". I parked in the employee lot closest to the door.

Key #2 opened the employee entrance. The place must have employed fifty to sixty people when it was a thriving operation. It was cavernous. The open door gave me enough light to locate a switch plate. A long bank of florescent tubes lit the hallway. Several were dead. I was surprised that the power was still on. The first two doorways led off to a couple of offices on the right and a large lunchroom on the left. Both rooms were empty and had been cleaned.

A little further on the hallway emptied out into a huge room with a high ceiling. I found a row of eight switches on the wall. One by one the banks of florescent lights lit the lime-green enameled walls. A row of eight 3'x6' heavy steel welding tables sat in a row closest to the near wall, in front of a huge louvered draft fan. A few beat up steel cabinets sat there, but the bulk of the equipment was gone. All that remained was a sixteen foot long metal lathe, a huge band saw, a multi-speed drill press and a big hooded multi-axis milling machine. They were the only pieces of equipment left. I could see the enormous mounting pedestals for other equipment, but it was all gone--no doubt sold off. The ceiling was high enough to accommodate two hundred and fifty ton rotary punch presses--eighteen to twenty feet high. Huge air handlers and air distribution runs gridded the ceiling. A big chain hoist supported by a railroad rail snaked across the room. In a much smaller room with two doors set up like an air lock I found a rotary tumbler for deburring punched parts. Those things were incredibly loud when working.

Through a large sliding door I found large welded racks of rod, angle iron, pipe and sheet steel of various grades and sizes. The other side of the big bay was empty save for a dilapidated propane fork truck. This was obviously where the loading docks accessed the building. At the end of the empty side was another powered armored door and a large area on the floor was marked off with stripes of OSHA yellow paint. Curious, I walked over to find out what it was. It was an open elevator platform! That meant that the building had a basement. Rather than ride the lift down, I kept exploring.

It wasn't long before I found two big bathrooms, a paint shop bay and a ramp that descended into the dark. Another switch lit up a row of florescent fixtures that illuminated the way down.

The basement had the same industrial lime green enamel paint job and had a fourteen foot ceiling. It was huge! If nothing else I could rent out climate-controlled spaces for boats, cars and campers to pay for the building's rent and insurance. The paint on the floor was worn in patches and ugly. Off in one corner near the elevator shaft I found a beat-up delivery van and a car. And what a car it was! Someone had stashed away a black 1970 Pontiac GTO. I reverently approached it, my holy grail of the muscle cars. I quickly noticed that the hood scoops were too large, and there were louvers within the cowling. Somebody had supercharged the thing. On sticking my head inside the driver's window I saw that the driver's seat had been equipped with a five point harness. I pulled the pins and raised the hood. This wasn't a showpiece. This was a thoroughbred racehorse. I saw what could only be the old big block rocket 455 engine. All the hoses were armored. The battery was in a closed bolted-down box. I was impressed. I lowered and pinned the hood. A quick peek underneath showed a shrouded drive shaft. I sat down in the driver's seat and opened the glove box. Yep, there was a Nitrous tap. This thing was a street legal sleeper that was tricked out for the track. I'd have to get it up on a lift to see if it had a fuel cell instead of a tank. I noticed a folded piece of paper in the glove box. It was the title to the car. It had been signed over for transfer. I pocketed it, along with the keys.

How long had it had sat here in the dark? I doubted that the fuel was still good. I wasn't about to try and start it until the oil, radiator and fuel had been drained, flushed and refilled. All I needed were replacement fluids, some tanks for the old fluids, a couple of gallons of solvent and an air hose. If it had been sitting for more than a couple of years all the spark plug wires, the hoses, the coil wire, the vacuum hoses and the battery had to be checked. I'd just flat out replace the wiper blades as their soft composition wasn't designed for long-term storage. On inspection the tires looked very good. That was a blessing as those big red-stripe racing grade steel-belted radials were expensive!

I decided that my two hundred and fifty dollar MIG welder was the best investment of my life.

There was a sub-basement as well, but it was partially taken over by a sump with a couple pumps in it, a large air compressor with pipes leading up the wall, presumably to the main floor and a pit containing the hydraulics and heavy steel frame for the elevator. The existence of the wet sump explained why the power was left on. The plate on the mechanism said that it was rated for twenty-eight tons. I called for the lift and rode it up to the main floor. It worked perfectly--smooth as silk.

I paid a visit to the bank as the letter had instructed. There I made out a signature card for the account and got a big book of self-carbon checks as well as a debit card. The account statement said there was a bit over six and a quarter million in funds. The bank had been paying the gas, electric, water, insurance and tax bills for just over five years. The phone had been cut off but that was easy to address.

I was informed that there was a safety deposit box in the company's name. Would I care to inspect it? Damned straight, I would. Inside were all the originals of the incorporation papers, insurance agreement and all the other paperwork that a business needs to have. I got a cardboard box out of the van and emptied the bank box. I borrowed a telephone and an empty office to order three POTS phone lines and one digital grade line for their Internet service from the phone company, then looked up ADT's number to get an alarm system installed. Thankfully they'd gone wireless and didn't need a phone line like they used to.

My next stop was at an office supply store. I ordered everything from a desk, filing cabinet, telephone, answering machine and a comfortable chair to office equipment including a computer and Quick Books to the basics of a kitchen for the lunch room. I'd have to latch on to a table and chairs but all in its own time. I got some business cards ordered under the name of New Lenox Fabrication with my new address and phone number. For a modest fee they agreed to deliver and set up. I saved the receipt. I'd be saving all my receipts.

I arranged with an industrial maintenance company to dispatch a crew to inspect and repair the HVAC as well as the sub-basement air compressor, the sump pumps, the big armored overhead doors and the heavy crane. I needed to get the lift inspected and certified as well. Then I called Forklift Repair out of Chicago to give my propane stock mover the business.

I called the local disposal company and ordered a dumpster. On the strength of my debit card I got a weekly service agreement for it.

I called a company out of St. Charles to lease a small black & white Canon fax/copier/printer. They must have been hungry. They promised that it'd be installed by the end of the week.

With my title in hand I paid a visit to the post office to get my mail redirected from my home to the factory and to arrange for a business postal drop. I also bought a UPS business shipping department kit and had us added to the route driver's list. I made a note to set up a shipping and receiving desk just inside the door to the production department.

I had to get out of my current job and get my tools. I couldn't do squat without my tools. I sat down with my boss in his office. When I described the building I'd inherited his eyes bugged out. He wanted to talk to me about sub-leasing some workspace. I smiled and held out my hand to shake. I told him that I'd have to talk to a lawyer about a contract and figure out my expenses to give him some solid numbers, but we agreed in principle. He wanted to get some measurements and to see what shape the machinery was in so I loaded up the van with my stuff. As soon as he picked up a laser rangefinder we headed to New Lenox.

I laid claim to the first heavy steel welding tables and let him know that the fork lift was being rebuilt. We had 440 3-phase, 220/3, 220, 120/3 and 110 service available in monstrous amperages. The old punch presses were thirsty beasts. The relatively recent developments in waterjet tables pretty well cut the legs out from under new sales of a lot of the big punch presses. We had plenty of room for a cutting table and the powered roller conveyor line to move flat stock around.

The phone company came through for me. My office and lunch room order was delivered. I spent a day setting up my office and getting the computer in shape. I set up Quick Books and entered my first receipts. I ordered cable TV and had a flat screen installed in the lunch room along with a phone on the second line. I felt pretty good about things.

ADT made a pass through the building, drilling holes and running cable. They set up a perimeter monitoring system with extra sensors in the office in a separate zone and on a separate schedule. The office also got armored glass windows, a solid steel door and an expensive deadbolt. The walls were masonry so I didn't worry on that front. If someone came through the roof then the motion sensors would trigger anyway. You can't keep everyone out, but you can make it expensive.

Two guys delivered my Canon printer, set it up, hooked it up to my network, loaded the drivers on my computer and tested the fax. Beautiful. They'd pay for all repairs and supplies except for paper as part of the leasing contract.

I contacted a lawyer and put her on commission. I had her inspect the corporation's papers and asked whether it would be better to operate as a holding company or an LLC. I knew that we'd have some issues with single ownership. I also had her draw up a subleasing agreement for most of the factory's production floor.

After looking around I realized that I still had quite a ways to go.

The metal cabinets in the workshop were crap. I rented a bottle of gas, bought spools of wire and hooked up my new welder to build some good solid shelves. While I was at it I constructed 4x8 steel tables--two for the lunch room and one for shipping and recieving. I used construction adhesive to cover the steel tops with plywood. After a coat of urethane they looked pretty good. I bought chairs. I wasn't about to go fooling around with making chairs. Then I called a Lincoln distributor--Grainger-- to bring his catalog and spec sheets over. They carried several other lines including Baileigh waterjet tables. I got a copy of his spec, throughput, prices and requirements sheets on a couple tables to talk over with my old boss.

Looking at the place with a jaundiced eye, the shop floor looked like crap. I had a company come in to true up, polish and seal the concrete floor, then paint everything with a durable gray epoxy paint bearing a little grit for slip resistance. When it was finished it looked like the place was worth the money I was going to charge.

I had the asphalt patched and sealed, then the parking lines were painted on.

Matco had a nice line of locking tool cabinets. I bought a good one as well as a big job box with a drop side that would turn into a ramp for my carts and supplies. It's not like the guys I used to work with were really thieves, but I wanted to remove the temptation to 'borrow' anything.

Thank God I didn't have to hire anyone, so I didn't have to jump through government hoops. I did, however, have a two-room clinic built and supplied at one end of the manufacturing space, through the wall from the lunch room. I also bought a row of lockers with better than usual capacity.

I was oh so tempted to have a third bathroom installed and label it "LGBT" just to pull the chain of all the rednecks I'd worked with that thought Nascar should be an Olympic sport.

I bought the service and operator's manuals for the lathe, the band saw, the drill press and the milling machine. I learned that with the proper attachment the milling machine could be used as a random-orbit polisher. It was capable of CAD/CAM support but it had never been used that way--only under manual control. I bought the interface module and had it installed. The second office became a CAD station operator's home. Using Ethernet, it could easily control both the milling machine and the waterjet table. It had no Internet access on purpose.

I was going crazy. I had to get away from it all for a while. I was also tired of driving forty miles to and from work every day! I spent a month moving out of my apartment then buying, cleaning and furnishing a one-story masonry house about two miles from the factory. Whew! What a trip on the merry-go-round!

I couldn't do any business unless I advertised. It's a necessary expense. I signed an agreement with a hosting site and had a web page designed for me, showing off the building's exterior and interior as well as describing services and our co-hosting with Aurora Metal Fab. Then I had a big plastic banner made to mount across the face of the building. I had an agreement with a guy that leased cherry-pickers to come take it down as soon as it started to get ratty. Then I had a 'permanent' sign made for the building, set in brick and under 24 hour illumination. I took out ads in a local free press paper that most of the local restaurants carried. Then I had the exterior of the building sandblasted and sealed. To finish the look I had the fence spray painted with rust-stop zinc-bearing paint so the place wouldn't look like the set of a disaster movie or a slasher flick. I had the web page pictures updated.

I figured that buying AutoCad and a decent system to run it on would be a cost of doing business, so I didn't cringe too much at the bills. I'd taken a few courses in AutoCad so I wasn't totally inept. I just didn't want to make a living out of doing it.

My welding station was all ready to rock. I had pipe vises hanging from the wall and a row of C-clamps hanging from a bar under my table. I had two Milwaukee cordless drills, two battery charging stations set up and plenty of rotary stones. I'd bought a good starting selection of milling bits and the band saw had a new blade. I even bought a bench, a pair of four inch belt sanders and a crapload of belts. I needed a couple flatbed carts to move stock, so I bought 'em.

I was awfully tired of hanging around the office waiting for the phone to ring. I bought a cell phone that was cloned to the office number. Then I moved the GTO up to the shop floor to work on it. I took up my time to check everything out. I replaced all the high-voltage wires on general principles. If the insulation was cracked I'd get an undiagnosable halo short. Two vacuum hoses and a new battery later I cranked it up. I had to let it crank it a while to fill the gas line, but it caught before the battery died. Then it settled down into that rumble-with-a-hitch that a street rod with a hot cam gives you. I gave it some gas. At about 11K on the tach the turbo opened up. That high whine started that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. Yep, I had a street rod. I very carefully drove it down to the DMV to get antique plates for it, then had it waxed and detailed. I put a locking gas cap on it and a lock on one of the hood pins so some asshat wouldn't mess with hit, then left it in a corner of the production floor. It was too damned pretty to hide in the basement, in a macho sort of way. Its insurance was an eye-opener.

Eventually I had a racing shop add a lockout to the supercharger so that I could drive it in traffic without worrying about smashing someone in the ass-end during a moment's inattention.

My old boss Duke and I finally sat down to sign a contract under which he'd cover rent, the electric and consumables while I covered the rest, like the shop insurance and other support services. If the equipment needed repairs and it was from abuse, he'd be on the hook for the whole bill. Otherwise we'd split it according to the hours of operation. I added an unconditional rider that a manager had to be on site or a delegated manager whenever a shift was working. The next Monday six of his welders showed up with their equipment to set up shop, accompanied by an older guy everyone knew as Joe. If Joe couldn't do it, we didn't want to touch it. He leased eight welding tables while I had reserved the ninth for myself.

We split the cost of a waterjet table capable of handling a 4x4 foot sheet of one inch chrome steel. It cost me eighty thou, and then we bought into the conveyor tables, parts bins and pallets for the used sheets. Duke would cover any shipping materials like crating and banding. Two more workers were assigned to the site to be material handlers and cleanup crew.

I had a hood and vacuum system installed near my grinder station, then bought a four-foot-long precision-controlled electric heat treating oven and a pyrometer. I'd collected a few books on knife making that I'd never put to good use. While business was slack I was going to play.

I started with sheets of O1 tool steel, 14 inches by 3 inches by 1/2 inch. I profiled the blades on the water table, then did some stock reduction. Finally I normalized the blades, brought them up to temperature and did a refrigerated oil quench. They were pretty good choppers, but I could get them to shatter with a 2 pound cross-pein hammer.

When I did the same thing with 14-4CrMO steel I swore that nothing was going to break them short of an armor-piercing shell. I made six of them then brought the surfaces to a matte finish on the milling machine. I then used brass pins to secure brown/tan linen micarta slabs to the handles and profiled them to a broad oval cross-section with a rear bulb for a good grip. I sealed and finished the handles with a thinned clear epoxy. One of them became my favorite go-to kitchen chopper.

I came in on a Friday to pay bills and check on the consumables to report to Duke. There was a check missing from the corporate checkbook. I knew immediately because nothing was written on the auto-carbon. I quickly called the police to report a crime, then the bank to have them watch for that check number and call me without clearing it. Two detectives and a lab guy showed up. I was quizzed as to what happened and when. During that, their tech took careful pictures of the lock face and used a fuming chemical to bring up fingerprints on the check register. Then they took my fingerprints for comparison. They asked if I'd used the computer that day. No I hadn't. The keyboard was dusted and prints were taken, as well as from the door frame, the chair handles, the desk drawer handles and the edges of the desk.

The check came back for payment. It had been used at a high end store for a home theater system worth over five grand. There was no way to track it. There were no fingerprints left but mine and there were no recent scratches on the lock face. I was pissed.

I decided to build a honey trap. I went in the next Sunday very early with a canvas tarp, a box of carefully color-matched bricks and a quarter bag of quick-set Sackrete mortar. I built a half-wall ending at the window ledge and bricked over the top except for the center which was under the window ledge itself. I used a cold chisel and a hammer to break out the big white precast brick that was there originally. Then I cleared out all my mess and carefully measured for the new replacement cement brick, out to cover the new half wall with its six inch hidden chamber.

At eight that night, after over 12 hours of curing time I carefully drilled a hole in a brick, then used a fat laundry marker to darken the hole. The outlet behind the false wall received a wall-mounted transformer that powered a quite expensive covert color camera with excellent resolution. I enlarged the hole with a drill-mounted rotary rasp until the camera fit the hole. Then supports were screwed in and it was connected to a commercial video recorder used in high-security installations. I stood it on end so that it would fit in the hole and plugged it into the outlet as well. Let my damned sneak-thief come in again. I'd have his face recorded in high resolution over both infra-red and visible light. I covered over the top opening with another precast cement brick that I'd cut to fit the space. From a distance it looked like the original wall. As a finishing touch I glued a false power point faceplate to the wall. A little vacuuming and I was done.

I called ADT and gave them my authorization code, then had them reset the office zone for a silent alarm. I thought about installing a spring-loaded door frame lock so that my intruder couldn't get out and a carbon monoxide tank with a time delay valve, but I'd never get away with hiding the body.

It turned out that old Joe had skills we'd never imagined. There he was, captured in glorious living color. He was arrested for trespass, felony breaking and entering, theft and forgery. I doubted that he'd do well. He'd probably die in prison. I wondered how much Duke ended up losing to a guy that slick.

The guys were pretty mad about Joe getting caught. I thought that I'd better send out a warning before they did something stupid. I called 'em all together that same day after lunch.

"Joe got arrested for stealing from the company. It wasn't any petty shit, either. He stole a check from the company check book. Then he tried to do it again. Forgery is a Federal offense with mandatory prison time. So is Breaking and Entering when the value is over five thousand dollars. Then he had the balls to try and get away with it all over again! He earned his punishment."

I looked at each one of them. I had their attention. "Watch this." I picked up a piece of 2x6 that I'd brought from home. Then I walked over to the waterjet table and turned it on. Then I waved the 2x6 under the focused stream of water. It was cleanly cut in half. "If any of you bozos are thinking about doing a little damage around here, like sabotaging my GTO, the mill, the lathe, the band saw or the drill press or doing something as stupid as setting the place on fire I promise before God I will strap your hands to a piece of lumber like this and run your fucking fingers through that water jet. Got me?"

Duke called me up to bitch about two of his welders quitting. I told him the whole story. He was quiet for a while, then I heard him sigh over the phone. All he said was, "Can't fight stupid." and he hung up. I got another manager the next day.

I had the locksmith replace that deadbolt with a more pick-proof model. The keys looked different as well. They had discs ground at different depths on both sides of the keys, and they were longer than usual--more pins.

One of the new guys was quiet. He came to work, did his job and went home. Never said a word he didn't have to. I learned from Duke that he'd been an Army recon trooper. I figured that as long as nothing set him off, we'd be fine.

Ever heard the phrase, "Man make plans and God laughs"? Well, like that. The other new hire welder was a real funny guy. Oh year, he was a barrel of laughs. As a practical joke he spot welded the quiet guy's pliers to his work bench. When he tried to pick up his pliers to trim his MIG wire laughing boy started cackling like a chicken. His victim calmly picked up a cold chisel and a hammer, broke the pliers free, walked over to the joker and belted him across the face with two pounds of articulated metal with a now-frozen joint. The guy slid bonelessly to the floor. He dropped his pliers on the idiot's chest, picked up the fool's good cutter/pliers and went back to his workspace. I whistled and clapped. It was the first time I saw him smile.

The joker went to the hospital with a busted cheekbone. He didn't press any charges.

I gave the quiet guy one of my special 14-4CrMO knives for Christmas.

We finally had a use for our second bathroom. Debby was a five foot tall fireplug. She intimidated the guys but she knew her stuff. Most of them made a pass at her but she shot them all down in flames. Eventually she asked me, "Why haven't you hit on me like the other guys?" I smiled. "I figure either you bat for the other team, you have a low hormone count or you don't dip out of the company punchbowl."

She gave me a nasty grin. "My wife's at home." I said, hopefully, "We can always use someone to drive a CAD desk. You could see her during the day." "Sorry, she's a nurse." I replied, "Too bad the shop isn't bigger. We've got a clinic and nobody to man it, but with so little demand an EMT could do the job." She nodded. "Still, it's an option for if she gets laid off." "True."

She took possession of the last leased station, the one next to mine.

Winter was coming on, and with winter came accidents. A local school district had a couple school busses that got in trouble. Since the frames weren't twisted, they were salvageable. I bid on rebuilding the ass end frames of them and won the bid. With our overhead door and the crane it made working with the crushed steel a lot easier than it could have been. I bought a couple hydraulic pump jacks to hold everything up while I used a box of cutoff wheels on each bus. Then, with the measurements taken from a good bus, I parted together the end of two frames, cut the bare metal ends to match and tacked everything in place. Once the laser sight showed good alignment I finished the welds, cleaned them up to the best of my ability, drilled and tapped the bolt holes to connect the body to the frame then called the body shop to come and pick them up. I damned well took my time and made the welds look like original equipment. That was worth a lot to me. When George, the welding manager, asked why I took so long and took so much care, I told him that's why I quit my original job. I was never given enough time to make it perfect. He sighed and his shoulders sagged. He knew right where I was coming from. That was the first job.

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Mrs. Rush reviewed the TWR Final Request Voucher. It looked to be in order: the Pledge Contributor’s Requested Scenario, TWA Security’s Clearances for Scenario Participants, Electronic Funds Transfer Authorization and the Confirmed Venue Schedule. All Total Woman Academy Pledge Contributors (PC’s) had discretionary use of the Total Woman Academy Graduate Network. TWA graduates donated their time and talents to events that contributed their earnings to the TWA Alumni Fund. The graduates...

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Total Woman Vignettes 10

Prologue For the next many hours, Zack didn’t have to dream of Leila the belly dancer lying naked beneath his conquering embrace, her supple body dancing them into a horizontal sweaty frazzle. He lived it… and thrice again before dawn. Woken repeatedly by Leila’s whimpered pleas, Zack deferred to her specialized dexterity. He allowed Leila to warp his naked body into comfortable poses, bolstered by strategically placed pillows. Arms, legs and back were simultaneously spread, curved and bowed...

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Total Woman Vignettes 02

Prologue Syd waltzed across the Total Woman Clinic lobby that he had struggled into a short week ago. Fergie, the receptionist, gave him a broad smile. Syd remarked ‘We missed you yesterday at the sauna.’ Fergie nodded and said ‘I missed you too but I am only an intern therapist and not allowed in Group Therapies. Anyway, I won’t forget you after Friday night together. It was wonderful.’ Syd nodded and turned to leave. Fergie came around the counter and pecked his cheek goodbye. Syd walked...

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Total Woman Academy 05 Redux

Ned awoke from his deep sleep feeling refreshed and ready to face another day of duty at the Total Woman Academy senior facility. Yesterday, he had solved Destiny’s dilemma but along with the previous days of facilitating Brooke maximum impact at the fund raiser, he was worn out. He wandered the grounds which were unusually alive with excitement. There was a whirr of activity throughout the facility. The kitchen was bustling to prepare the banquet meal for this evening’s annual event. The...

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Brenda and Bill Part 9

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Total Woman Vignettes 06

Prologue To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer, Retired From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors Subject: Congratulations!!! What joy! On behalf of everyone at Total Woman Pageants, I extend our fondest best wishes to you and your new bride, this year’s Ms. North America! We are happy that, after your lifetime of dedication to guiding and steering countless young women in attaining their life dreams, you have found the one who can bring you the true happiness you...

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Brenda and Bill Part 1

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Brenda and Bill Part 5

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Brenda and Bill Part 12

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Total MTF Hypnosis

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Total Woman Excursions 11

The afternoon weather was still balmy but Labor Day marked the end of summer, if not astronomically, well then socially. The duties of school and career beckoned vacationers back to work. Somer sat across from Stephanie at the wooden table. They picked their way through the last of this summer’s picnics: hamburgers, hotdogs, chicken, macaroni and potato salads, watermelon, beer and wine. They had spent the day in lawn games and other light festivities. ‘So, Somer, where are you off to after...

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Total Woman Clinic 07

Syd sat inside the sauna, wrapped in a waist towel, sweating profusely. The hot rocks crackled in a basket in the corner. The walls were ringed with two tiers of cedar benches and a long, broad squat slatted table was positioned in the center. He had finished 30 minutes inside and the heat timer had expired to let the room begin its cool down. The door opened and Syd’s six therapists entered the room. Each beauty had her hair wrapped in a white head towel. Another towel was tucked across the...

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Total Woman Academy 13 Redux

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Total Woman Zodiac 04

The towncar delivered Zack to his hotel on San Antonio’s River Walk. He was disappointed that TWA had not seen fit to book him into the Gina and Jenny’s boutique hotel but cooler heads had seen to that. Continued close presence with the sisters would compromise Zack’s full attention to his next assignment. That would be unfair and in fact detrimental. Total Woman Academy was highly regarded for its superb graduates. Zodiacs were expected to follow rigorous quality assurance procedures to...

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Total Woman Requests 06

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The Total Woman Industries Gulfstream G4 was fueled and prepped, parked at the executive airport, strobe and rotating lights flashing in the dusk. In the approaching limousine, Sheldon reviewed again the confidential document on rare earths ore assays from the Andean high plateau corner of Argentina. His wife Krista was speaking by SATphone with the mining company representative at that site. ‘If the metal ores are as rich and pure as you say, we will be interested in collaboration. Our...

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Total Woman Excursions 03

The fire crackled in the cabin’s stone hearth. The logs whistled as the moisture steamed. The seasoned firewood stack had been covered with a late season snow. The fire now transformed the clinging ice to vapor as it consumed the wood. Wynn and Marcy had cross country skied to the Total Woman Excursions’ timberland cabin arriving late in the afternoon. Earlier, the staff had stocked them a hearty dinner and departed, corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, carrots, crispy bread. It was a fine...

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Total Woman Vignettes 05

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Total Woman Security 01

Krista reviewed the Summary of Activities in her HQ Office suite. She was the Managing Chief of Total Woman Security. The Field Operations Status was ‘green’ across the board, no unmanageable threats or risks. The far-flung operational field offices continually loaded their extensive raw data into the system, the analyses and conclusions were instantly accessible to the department Chiefs for evaluation and action. Krista monitored the overall comprehensive summary and could further ‘drill down’...

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Total Woman Vignettes 01

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Total Woman Mentors 01

Evelyn cuddled her nose in Mr. Walden’s ear. She gently inscribed circles over the closed zipper of her visiting daddy’s tuxedo pants. His bulge underneath was obvious and throbbing. Mr. Walden was not disinterested in his daughter’s warm embrace but he was more interested in the forthcoming stage show that was about to begin. Total Woman Academy Father Daughter Senior Weekend’s first evening was getting underway. The annual event was an exclusive venue. The daughters had acquired a superb...

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Total Woman Zodiac 06

Zack’s flight from San Antonio had been uneventful. He was lazing by the pool of the boutique hotel that had been closed to the public for a week. The sign said ‘Renovations’ but it had really been booked exclusively for a Total Woman Academy induction symposium. The view on the pool deck was stupendous, kudos to the TWA Scouting staff. Total Woman Academy enrolled its freshman class with referrals and recommendations from within its own ranks. Daughters of Alumni Fund sponsors were the...

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Total Woman Security 05

The colored strobes magnified the bass beat of the house mixed dance music. Lively party girls in various phases of sweaty undress bounced in time to the music. Many patrons were dancing on the scattered parquet squares. Others were lounging in cushioned sofas arranged in intimate clusters. Scantily clad waitresses carrying drink trays navigated the furniture obstacle course, dodging tipsy patrons and their sneaky breast and ass grabs. Fernando was ensconced in a sofa with a girl he had been...

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Samantha Part 2 of 4

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Cathleen and John Part 5

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Total Woman Requests 01

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Casey Part 2 of 2

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Samantha Part 4 of 4

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Cathleen and John Part 8

The following Saturday, Cathleen and Heather arrived at Total Transformation. The changes in Heather had certainly progressed. Through her tight yellow button-down, it was undeniable that her breasts were developing well beyond that of a male. And with the shirt rubbing against her sensitized nipples, it was obvious that they were there and that they were excited! Cassie noticed again that the buttons on Heather's shirt were on the women's side - subtle but a conscious choice. Below,...

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Samantha Returns part 2

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Total Woman Requests 02

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Total Woman Requests 07

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Total Woman Excursions 04

The sauna finished its 30 minute cycle and was in cool down mode. Feebie leaned against the hot wooden wall, naked legs and body sprawled along the cedar slat bench. An equally naked Wynn lay back on her body, his sweaty head pillowed by her generous breasts. Her hand idly diddled his flaccid organ which was not responding well in the heat. They chatting about nothing really, just making conversation. ‘So, who did you like the best?’ she asked. ‘Everyone was superb. You were magnificent and...

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Total Woman Requests 04

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Total Woman Industries 05

The jet landed with a mild thump. Jeffery looked out at the dust devils and heat mirages on the land next to the runway. The United Arab Emirates was a hot dusty place and the financial capital of the Arab Peninsula, flush with oil revenues and skimmed war money. Aiesha, his host country national guide and interpreter, was seated across the aisle, wearing much more conservative dress than the little to nothing she had worn during most of the flight. Her inflight duties included stress relief...

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Total Woman Excursions 16

It was New Year’s Eve. Dinner was served to the guests in the Total Woman Excursions resort main dining room. It was fine food and drink. The guests lazed in the main lounge, the fireplace dancing twinkles across the walls and ceiling, dispelling the growing cold outside. The mood was merry, in keeping with season. Debra lowered her wine goblet to her chin and looked seriously at Fallston. ‘You seemed very satisfied exiting that dressing room at the lingerie store. I think you like the kinky...

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Total Woman Academy 18

Rosiya was happier than she had been since leaving home in Central Europe. Her parents were not wealthy but were keen on her education. They had pooled their little money and launched Rosiya towards her future in an American college. Now she relayed the news that she was transferring to a school where she had been offered a full scholarship with room and board. She would continue her studies in Biology, with an eye on medical school. Mrs. Franks met Rosiya exiting the facility’s limousine in...

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Victor’s doorbell rang. He opened to find his latest tutoring subject. She was a brown beauty with shoulder length dreadlocks bound haphazard in a narrow flowered headscarf tied close to her scalp. Dark eyes, dusky smooth face and baggy Reggae clothing completed the look. She handed Victor an envelope and said: ‘This is my letter of introduction.’ Victor opened the letter and read: To: Victor, Senior Pageant Trainer From: Ms. Smith, Chairwoman, Total Woman Pageants Board of Directors ...

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Total Woman Trainers Ch 01

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Total Woman Requests 03

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa The Beginning part 2

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Total Transformation Salon and Spa Jennifer and Mark Part 1

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TOTALY COMPLETELY COMMITED

GET RIGHT DOWN TO IT! YOU MADE YOUR DECISION AND YES ITS KINDA SCARY BUT YOU WANT THIS! SO DO AS YOUR TOLD WITHOUT HESITANCE AND KNOW IN YOUR THOUGHTS WHATS COMING NEXT. ANTICIPATE THE NEXT, AND BE WANTING, YET LISTEN CAREFULLY! WHO ARE YOU FOR ME? WHO AM I AND SAY MY NAME WHEN U ANSWER ME! THATS RIGHT, IM MASTER AND YES MY FUCK SLAVE I WILL TAKE YOU FARTHER AND FARTHER THAN YOU HAVE EVER GONE. SLOWLY WE WILL CHANGE YOU AND MOLD YOU FROM DIRTY GIRL TO RAVING PUSSY STRETCHING FUCK HOLE TO DAILY...

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