Nandita To Nandini
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July, 1985, Chicago, Illinois
On Tuesday morning, CNN reported that Gorbachev had removed Andrei Gromyko as Foreign Minister and replaced him with Eduard Shevardnadze. It seemed that some kind of shakeup had begun in Moscow, but I didn’t know what this might mean. I called Tanya in Boston to ask her, and she said that she didn’t think it was a bad thing since Shevardnadze had been a party member from before World War II, and thus was, at least to some extent, part of the older faction in the Kremlin - the one to which her father had, in the past, tied his career.
“How did things go with Mary?” I asked.
“Good,” Tanya said. “She is a lovely girl. She will make a fine roommate and she has a man she is devoted to, so I do not have to worry about her bringing strange men to my apartment.”
“You’ve brought ME there!” I laughed.
“Yes, this is true,” Tanya giggled. “And you are in many ways a strange man! You must visit again sometime. And do not forget to be in touch with Colonel Anisimova. She and Aleksey Nikolay’ich would very much like to maintain your friendship.”
“And I am sure that Lyusya Alekseyevna would be pleased to see me!” I chuckled.
“This is without question! She is no longer a young girl!”
“Are you saying I should give her what she has wanted for years?”
“You are not mine to control, Stepa. Of course, if you wish to defect, then this is a different story!”
“Don’t even joke about that, Tanya. I’m sure that you heard about the recent spy case! The FBI questioned ME about that.”
“No!” she gasped. “You had nothing to do with this, I am sure!”
“But they don’t know that. I have lots of friends who have some relationship to the Navy, including my father, as you know.”
“But you have no trouble from this?”
“Not really. Just a couple of hours of time wasted answering questions about my relationship with your father, you, and the KGB.”
“I can see how this could be a problem. I am sorry this has happened.”
“Don’t worry about it. Just please don’t make jokes like that!”
“Come see me when you can, Stepa. And do not forget to keep in touch with Katya Sergeyevna.”
I agreed and we said our goodbyes and hung up. I went to the NIKA office and sat down next to Penny. She smiled at me, and we began our work for the day.
Thursday was July 4th, and that meant a rare Wednesday release for a new movie. All of us in the house were hyped to see Back to the Future, staring Michael J. Fox. We went to a late showing on Wednesday evening and everyone thoroughly enjoyed the movie.
“That’s the video camera I thought about buying,” Kara whispered when Marty brought out the JVC camera to film Einstein’s test journey in the time machine.
I smiled and nodded. Bethany, sitting on the other side hadn’t heard, but I wondered if Kara had talked to her about it. I doubted it, but the way things were developing, I had no idea just how much the two were talking. When the movie finished, we stopped for ice cream, and then everyone headed back to the house.
“What’s the plan for tomorrow?” Elyse asked as we walked inside.
“Fireworks in Grant Park, I guess,” I said. “I invited Pete and Melanie, Jamie and Jackie, Kurt and Kathy, and Kenneth and Katy for a barbecue tomorrow. I’m sure you saw that on the menu on the board.”
“Not Anala?” Julia asked.
“Burgers on the grill aren’t exactly proper Hindu fare,” I said. “Not to mention that they are super busy this week with relatives because of their wedding on Saturday.”
“Oh that’s right!” Elyse said. “On Friday I’m picking up the clothes that Anala helped me find for the girls. Did Penny get permission to go?”
“Yes. And her mom helped her find a gorgeous royal blue sari to wear. I saw her try it on and it is absolutely out of this world! She looks like she’s about twenty, and it perfectly complements her figure!”
“Mine is green,” Jennifer said. “And Josie’s is yellow.”
“Blue for me,” Elyse said.
“Red for me,” Stephanie said. “It’s close to Steve’s red and gold outfit that Anala got for him.”
“I’m just wearing a suit,” Jorge said.
“Me too,” Dave said. “I had considered wearing the Greek outfits that Julia and I have, but they don’t really fit in.”
“Anala said most of her American relatives and friends will be in suits and dresses, so that’s not an issue. Don’t sweat it. It’s going to be one heck of a party according to her! There’s a bunch of Hindu prayers and rituals, but mostly it’s about drinking, dancing, and having a good time.”
“It’s all day Saturday?” Josie asked.
“Yes. We’re supposed to be there around 8:30am and Anala said it would last well into the early morning. I guess in India the party can more or less go on for a week!”
“Sounds like rush week for the fraternities at IIT!” Dave laughed.
When I went up to bed, Kara followed me. Bethany had given me a quick kiss and gone downstairs, so I assumed this was pre-arranged. It did follow the pattern where the girls worked things out for themselves. And I certainly wasn’t going to object. Kara and I started undressing.
“Snuggle Bear, we have an issue,” Kara said, sounding very serious.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Well, I want to rent that movie, you know, and the only TV in the house is in the great room. I’m not sure I want to watch it in public, if you know what I mean!”
“I don’t like the idea of a TV in my bedroom,” I said. “But I suppose if we bought a cabinet for that wall there,” I pointed, “that let us close it off completely, like it wasn’t there, I could agree. I suppose I could put in a regular stereo, too, instead of just using the clock radio. And I really want to check out those new Compact Disc Players.”
“You don’t spend much time in here like you did when your office was Stephie’s bedroom, but I think when we have a full house in the fall, you may want to use your room as a refuge. I know you like solitude at times, and with the study room being an office, the ‘Indian’ room will get used more. And what’s a Compact Disc?”
“A Compact Disc is a plastic disc about four inches across that’s read by a laser. The sound is near perfect - no skipping, no scratches, and no hiss. Just music. Let’s buy a TV, stereo, and entertainment center unit for the bedroom. Maybe we can go shopping on Sunday afternoon before my date.”
“Date? I thought Jessica was in Ethiopia,” Kara said as we got into bed.
“She is. Anna Wilson took a job with Allstate and is moving to the area.”
Kara laughed, “One of the early contenders shows up at the last minute!”
“A contender who will accept nothing less than a complete and exclusive commitment from me! She won’t negotiate, so it’s not happening.”
“With you, Snuggle Bear, anything can happen. It might be very unlikely, but anything is possible.”
“It’s possible that I’ll move to Russia and become a monk. How probable do you think that is?”
“Not very!” she giggled. “Monks aren’t allowed to fuck! Show me that you aren’t a monk!”
I did, and we snuggled close together to fall asleep.
The Fourth of July barbecue turned out to be a smashing success. With the expected exception of Prajesh and Anala, all of our friends who were in town came to the house. I was happy to see Andrei and his sister Natalya show up. I’d invited them without expecting them to come, because Andrei had more or less avoided coming to the house. I knew that church was part of it, but I wondered if there was something else. I put that out of my mind and greeted him warmly.
Pete, Kurt, Jamie, and I shared grill duties, while Jennifer, Stephanie, Elyse, and Kara shared kitchen duties. We managed to keep the hungry masses at bay until everyone was stuffed with hamburgers, brats, coleslaw, potato salad, corn-on-the-cob, cookies, apple pie, and ice cream.
About 4:00pm Kara came to find me and let me know that there was a phone call for me. I went to my office to take the call.
“Steve?” said a voice I didn’t recognize.
“Yes,” I said.
“«Kanske du inte kommer ihåg mig, men detta är Magda från Malmö. Vi träffades på flygplanet förra året.»” (“Perhaps you don’t remember me, this is Magda from Malmö. We met on the plane last year.”)
“«Jo då, jag kommer ihåg! Vad är på gång?»” (“Of course I remember! What’s happening?”)
“«Min bror och jag kommer till Chicago på semester. Vi undrade om du ville träffa oss?»” (“My brother and I are coming to Chicago on vacation. We wondered if you wanted to meet.”)
“«Självklart! När kommer ni?»” (“Sure! When do you arrive?”)
“«Om et par veckor, den 20:e Juli.»” (“In two weeks, on the 20th of July.”)
“«OK. Ring mig en eller två dager innan så vi kan bestämma vad vi ska göra. Hur länge kommer du vara i Chicago?»” (“OK. Call me one or two days before and we can figure out what to do. How long will you be in Chicago?”)
“«Fyra dagar. Sedan ska vi till Minneapolis för att träffa våra släktingar.»” (“Four days. Then we’re going to Minneapolis to see our relatives.”)
“«Jättebra! Vi hörs snart!»” (“Great! We’ll talk soon!”)
We said goodbye and I hung up. I hadn’t even given a thought to Magda and Bengt. They’d offered to get together last summer but I’d been in the wrong state of mind and I’d only had a few days so I didn’t bother to call. I was somewhat surprised that she’d called, but I had given her an open invitation.
“Who was on the phone?” Kara asked when I came out of the office.
“A girl I met on the plane to Sweden last year. She and her brother invited me to get together when I was there, but the timing didn’t work out, and I wasn’t exactly in the state of mind to make new friends at that point.”
“Interesting. So why call you now?”
“I made an open invitation to call if they were in the US. They’re going to be in Chicago for a few days before they go to Minneapolis to visit relatives.”
Kara smirked, “Another Swedish girl enters the fray!”
“Oh stop!” I chuckled. “I talked to her for about eight hours on the flight, and haven’t seen her in over a year.”
“I suppose it’s OK since Bethany is dating,” Kara smirked.
“It’s not a date! Not like you mean! I don’t even know this girl other than from the plane like I said! It’s just meeting someone from the past who isn’t even really a friend.”
Kara laughed and we went to find Bethany to tell her so that there were no surprises. Bethany laughed as well and agreed with me that it wasn’t a big deal and that if she was going to worry it would be about Anna Wilson, not some random girl who I’d met on a plane a year before who was coming to Chicago with her brother.
We went back out to join our friends in the backyard where we hung out until it was time to head to Grant Park for the city fireworks display. We decided to take the South Shore train rather than fight traffic and parking, so we walked towards the lake to the train station on 56th street. It was the only RTA train that used electric power instead of diesel engines, and reminded me of the trains in Sweden which ran on electric power, though I remembered those as having been much cleaner.
We found a spot in Grant Park where everyone could spread their blankets. Kara and Bethany shared one with me, and Stephanie shared with Josie and Jennifer. Everyone else more or less paired up with their date, whether it was spouses or boyfriends and girlfriends. Elyse and Jorge were without dates and ended up sharing. The only concern that we had was whether or not the rain showers that were forecast would hold off until after the fireworks display.
Fortunately, the showers held off and we enjoyed the explosions of skyrockets and aerial bombs that shook us to our core. We listened to the music simulcast that accompanied the display on a portable radio that Julia had brought along, because the sound of the symphony from the band shell was too faint to properly enjoy.
When the show finished, we quickly made our way to the train station to board a very crowded train headed for Hyde Park. We just barely beat the showers, walking into the house about five minutes before a light rain began to fall. Bethany and Kara both accompanied me to my room, though as was typical in such a case, we simply cuddled and went to sleep.
Friday went by quickly. Bethany had a date so Kara and I decided to go shopping for the TV, stereo, and furniture instead of waiting for Sunday. We visited a couple of furniture stores before I found what I was looking for - an entertainment center unit that looked like a wardrobe and matched the wood color of the other furniture in my room. I arranged for delivery and then we went to Venture to buy a TV, VCR, and an inexpensive stereo system.
The Compact Disc Player required a trip to Tweeter, a stereo store. After looking at the options, I decided on a unit with a 5-disc changer. I purchased several discs, including Purple Rain by Prince and the Revolution, Nervous Nights by The Hooters, Sports by Huey Lewis and the News, and Born in the U.S.A. by Bruce Springsteen. Once we had everything, we headed back home.
“So next Saturday?” Kara asked with an inviting smile.
“For the movie?”
“Yes. Do you know which one we should rent?”
“I know nothing about them!” I said. “Julia saw one and mentioned another one. Supposedly they’re pretty good. The one Julia saw was Debbie Does Dallas and the other one her friends watched when she wasn’t there was Insatiable. I guess we could pick one of those, assuming the store has them.”
“Why not both!” Kara giggled. “Maybe we’ll get some fun ideas!”
“Seriously?” I chuckled.
“Are you embarrassed, Snuggle Bear?” she giggled. “Or upset that I’m interested?”
“No, just surprised. You have to admit it is a bit much.”
“Compared to asking you if you would like to fuck my cute little ass and my tight little pussy and cum in my sexy mouth?” she giggled. “I said that before my meltdown! And I let you do those things before the meltdown. And I liked them!”
“OK! OK! Next Saturday,” I agreed.
“Is Bethany sleeping with you tonight?” Kara asked.
“I have no idea when she’ll get home from her date with Andrew.”
“And you’re OK with that?”
“How the heck could I object? Bethany lets me fuck pretty much anyone I want right now as well as date Jessica, and she’s only going on dates with Andrew. It’s a dance she and I need to have.”
“Dance?”
“Do you remember the Triumvirate?”
“How could I forget? What does this have to do with that?”
“What was the core issue that you, Stephanie, and Bethany had with me after the Becky incident?”
“Trust. Specifically rebuilding it. I trust you completely. I think your sister does as well. Are you saying Bethany doesn’t?”
“I think that betrayal is subconsciously weighing on her.”
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June 15, 1994, Chicago, Illinois “That’s everything, I think,” I said. “My luggage is in the trunk of the car, I have my passport, tickets, and money, both dollars and yen. I can’t think of anything else.” “I’ll see you in five weeks,” Elyse said, giving me a quick hug. “Did you see they rioted in Vancouver last night because they lost the Stanley Cup?” I chuckled, “Only Canadians would riot when they LOSE the Cup! I did see that on the front page of the Trib. Are we ready?” “Michelle and...
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This is a story about seduction and transformation that’s written about a real-life sissy named Brandon Hippel, Brandon’s a cute little limp-wristed sissy-faggot from Abington Pennsylvania that loves to be humiliated and exposed online. She loves feminization, crossdressing, being exposed online, humiliation, anal play, degradation, being captioned, taking pictures, and talking to new people, so feel free to contact her through these various social media; Her kik is; HumiliationSlut2Her email...
Armand Wilson sat in his home office/study sighing. From the office, things had looked pretty good; business was on track, and Sharon appeared to be handling her new situation well. But in the car on the way home, Armand began getting bad vibes, and when he arrived at his mansion, things were even worse. Everyone on staff was walking around as if on eggshells. It took Armand about twenty minutes' worth of snooping, but the situation resolved itself -- the Hernandez' quarters were an armed...
Wand, Book and Candle, Part 4 By Elliot Reid The transformation slowed, the final change trickling into place. I cocked my head at the caramel woman in the mirror and smiled a dazzling, Colgate smile. My new face and figure was perfect in every detail, a Xerox copy of the original. I was the spitting image of my new crush, Tisha Williams. I stared at my coffee-colored hands with their light fingernails, noting the fine knuckle wrinkles. I then lifted my fingers to pat the...
by Oediplex 8==3~ The sweetest mom discovers her boy is both convenient and delightful. [She also recounts when her dad fucked her at nineteen!] Like the name of Madame DeVille's moniker, Cruella, some names fit the personality they are bestowed upon. Disney came up with that evil woman's apropos handle. My mother's folks named their only child, a daughter, Candy. This was shortly before the infamous 1968 movie was out. Though there were aspects of mom that paralleled the...
May 26, 1991, Iron Mountain, Michigan “Shall we see if we can find a farm?” I asked at breakfast on Sunday morning. “That sounds like a great idea,” Jessica said. “There’s a visitor’s bureau in town,” Kara said. “I saw it when we were here the first time.” “I’m sorry I ruined that vacation,” Jessica said. “Ruined?” I protested. “Are you kidding? Getting you back was way more important than a few days of vacation!” “I agree,” Kara added. “Jess, you know exactly how bad off Steve was...
January, 1985, Chicago, Illinois I arrived back in Hyde Park about ten minutes before the end of the Super Bowl. It didn’t look like it had been much of a contest, given that the score was 38-16, with San Francisco trouncing Miami. I grabbed a Coke and some chips and sat down on the couch next to Julia and Dave. In the room, besides my housemates, were Jamie, Kenneth, Kurt, Kathy, Jorge, George, Charlie, Bert, and Wen. “Julia, I got approval from both guys in Cincinnati,” I said. She...
Father Peter of St. Johns Cathedral in Duketown has a fame for tolerance of sexual sinsHis virtual girlfriends from the net flock from everywhere to do their Confessions at himAlessandra is a local girl, attending mass at Sundays sometimes, when I lead the ceremonyAlessandra prefers private talks though, sometimes she gets a bit too friendly with FatherAlessandra plays a great girlish game with her beloved spiritual Father PeterAlessandra has confessed earlier at me, always being very honest,...
"Good morning, Miss Anderson," Crius said in a formal tone. "Please, call me, Linda," I replied. "Only if you call me, Crius," he answered. The Titan God smiled, but I detected no warmth to it. "Okay, Crius." I returned his smile with some reservation. I couldn't put my finger on it, but I didn't feel at ease with him. When he had asked me out to breakfast, I had been tempted to say 'no', but my curiosity had gotten the better of me. "So, what can I do for you?" "Nothing,...
Late on Saturday afternoon Dave shifted into his job as one of the bartenders for the Circle. Just as he was ready for a first customer, Emma came racing up to the bar. She was alone and only wearing a monokini, unlike a few hours earlier when her parents and younger sister had visited and she was dressed conservatively. She extended her body over the bar and kissed Dave. “Thank you for being so nice to my parents and sister.” “Of course. They’re nice people. I take it they don’t know a...
July 22, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “Albert, do you have everything packed?” Mom asked. “Yes, Mom!” I replied, rolling my eyes because she’d asked before I went to bed. “He’ll be fine, Babe,” Dad said. “Let’s walk to the hospital.” I usually didn’t get up early, but Dad had suggested it would help Mom if I walked to the hospital with her because I was leaving to see Jane for three weeks. Mom, Dad, Aunt Kara and I left the house and headed down the sidewalk towards the hospital where Mom and...
August 1981, Chicago, Illinois On Sunday morning, I made my usual call to Karin. I described everything in the apartment and all the things I’d done during the week, including the reception. Both of us would start school in a week and we were both looking forward to it. When we finished talking, I went out for my run, showered, and ate breakfast. I made some tea, started a load of laundry, and then turned on the stereo. I put on an REO Speedwagon album and then relaxed on the couch with the...
August 4, 1992, Chicago, Illinois “Boss, Penny just called!” Terry grinned from my doorway on Tuesday morning. “And you’re standing there, why?” I chuckled. “Call when Amber has a little brother or sister!” “I will!” he grinned. I picked up the phone and dialed Kimmy’s desk to let her know so she could arrange for flowers, and also record Terry out on ‘«pappaledighet»’. I finally heard from him about 8:30pm that Amber had a baby brother, Andrew, who they would call Andy. I called Kimmy...
James sat upright on his bed, with his legs crossed and hishands holding his head up. He just stared at the small, red notebook that lay in front of him, this mysterious gift that was granted to him. His own name was engraved on the front. It was almost like it was glowing, beckoning him to open it, to control reality even more. His mind was racing, full of thoughts of Amy, Kirsty and the words written inside the book: ‘Kirsty is going to change her mind and ask me to come over to work on the...
SupernaturalJulie was still sitting on the bed with me when we heard the commotion in the hall. Then the door to my room banged open and in tumbled a giggling mass of blond. "Holy Shit! This whole family is blond!" I thought. Since I knew Nicky and Jennifer, and the other three were very similar in appearance, allowing for the slight age difference, I assumed the others were my cousins. The two youngest ones were fourteen year old twin daughters of Sarah's twin sister, Debbie. And the third was...
We woke, it wasn’t quite dawn yet with the sun under the horizon gently lighting the morning sky. I wiggled out from under Celia’s grip and slipped out of the bed following Chandra as she exited the small water closet. We dressed, quietly washed and left the room without disturbing the still sleeping strawberry blond. Breakfast was a subdued affair, she was too nervous to contribute anything meaningful. “You will be fine, just believe in yourself.” *Mumble. “You’ll be fine, trust me.” I...
Although Tom liked the quiet moments with her, today it was hard to resist his want to take Chloe there on the couch. He hadn’t fucked her in over 24 hours now. He was holding off and building up his cum for when his new daughter arrived. It was supposed to be any time now, but it was still frustrating having such a great piece right in front of him and having to hold off fucking her. He kept reminding himself that he would be blowing his load inside his new daughter very soon. Then, he would...
August 21, 1989, Chicago, Illinois “Unbelievable,” I said when I read the headline from the Chicago Tribune. “It says here that Solidarity activist Tadeusz Mazowiecki was nominated to be Prime Minister of Poland.” I hadn’t had a chance to read the paper on Sunday because it hadn’t been delivered before we left for the race track in Michigan. “So now what?” Kara asked. “We’re in totally uncharted territory. Your guess is as good as anyone’s right about now.” “Steve, do you have a minute?”...
June 1977 When I got home, I grabbed a Coke and some chips and went right to my room. I didn’t think I could deal with my parents or Jeff or Stephanie. I just needed to be by myself. That wouldn’t seem odd to anyone, because I often went to my room to read. In addition, I now had the TV I’d received for my birthday. I flipped it on to WXIX Channel 19 and reruns of Gilligan’s Island and Green Acres played in the background while I read. I had to get my mind clear for the final exams that...
July, 1982, Milford, Ohio I woke up early on Friday morning to make breakfast for Kara and her mom before she went to work. Mrs. Blanchard was surprised, but very pleased. After her mom left for work, Kara gave me a fierce kiss. “Thanks for staying in and cooking breakfast for us,” Kara said. “I hope that doesn’t cause you trouble with Stephanie, with you breaking your normal routine.” “Don’t worry about it,” I said, kissing her back. “We got in a bit later than I expected, and she’ll...
July, 1983, Chicago, Illinois I woke up early on the First of July, because my body clock was still set to Swedish time. The flight back had been long but uneventful, and I was happy that the businessman in the seat next to me hadn’t wanted to talk. I read, wrote some longhand journal entries, ate, and generally relaxed while the plane zipped over the Atlantic. I’d come home, taken a sauna, eaten a light meal, and gone straight to bed, not bothering to check messages, look at the mail that...
July, 1983, Chicago, Illinois After Rosie left, I stripped the sheets from my bed, as well as the cover of the duvet, and tossed everything into the washing machine. I lit a lavender candle in the room, and then swept and dusted. I did a quick spot-check of the rest of the house and noticed that the tub in the sauna needed to be cleaned. I scrubbed it, then mopped the sauna floor with a damp sponge mop. I finished cleaning the sauna about the time the washing machine finished, so I moved...
August, 1984, Chicago, Illinois The rest of the week proceeded as expected - class on Wednesday, as well as the usual visit from Penny, work on Thursday, and class on Friday. Kara and I had lunch together at IIT, Sofia practiced her driving and parking, and I hung out with Mark Agnini after class for beers. Staci and I got into a couple of interesting debates about the Old Testament that Mark had to break up to allow others in the class to participate. She was very much of the ‘directly...
December 21, 2000, Mayo Clinic, Rochester, Minnesota “No shit, Doc!” I exclaimed. “Why the fuck do you think I’ve spent the last twenty-three years in one form of therapy or another? Will you stop treating me like a typical patient and acknowledge and respect that not only do I know myself, but I am NOT like anyone else you have ever met? I don’t fit into any of your cookie-cutter diagnoses nor can you put me in some little box on a chart and say that’s where I belong.” “Is that what you...
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March 25, 2000, Chicago, Illinois “What time do I need to have you home?” “8:00pm will be fine,” Misty replied. “My parents are in Normal visiting my brother at Illinois State. They aren’t supposed to be home before 10:00pm.” Misty and I were in my car on the way to the NIKA apartment which, fortunately, was not being used. With our expansion, it was in more or less regular use, and that meant I didn’t have access to it as often as I would have liked. I was glad there had been a delay in...