Gina - Part 1
by covert.1@hotmail.com 



My name is Gina and I'm 34 years old. I've never been married and have never
seen the need. My work and my training have consumed my life. That's not to
say I've gone without male and sometimes female companionship, but I like to
operate on my own terms without a lot of whining and crying when it comes to
jealousy or envy. Besides, I can be intimidating and demanding. I'm not the
type of woman who wants to be in a long-term relationship.

I'll describe my physical characteristics and you may understand why. I'm
six-foot two-inches tall and muscular. I have a fifty-inch chest and a
thirty-three inch waist. My thighs are twenty-eight inches and my calves are
the same as my biceps, nineteen inches. I have an eighteen inch neck with
well-defined trapezius muscles. Though my breasts are small, I'm rock solid.
My abdominals are ripped and my muscles are vascular in appearance. Am I a
bodybuilder? No, I've never been in a contest and don't plan to be.

My educational background is chemistry, specifically, research. I worked for
several years at a pharmaceutical company, developing and refining medicines
for clinical studies. I was good at my job, and well paid, but frankly I was a
little bored.

I have always been physical, perhaps because when I was just a child, I was a
tomboy. As I got older, I set my sites on sports, gymnastics, track, and of
course, volleyball. I would have loved to join the high school football team,
but that was reserved for boys. It wasn't until college that I discovered
weightlifting. Whatever I tried, I wanted to be the best. That was, and is, my
competitive nature; to be the best.

I graduated at the top of my class in my undergraduate studies as well as for
my masters of science. In college, my life was filled with studying, working
as an intern and then an apprentice and my physical training. I kept to myself
except for those occasions I needed sex. Occasionally one of my partners
wanted a second or third date, but I would turn them down.

Once I graduated, I was sought after by the top pharmaceutical firms. When I
joined Kingston Laboratories, I was their first female research chemist. For
that reason alone, I stood out, but it wasn't long before my findings and
papers set me apart from my male colleagues. I won't say I single-handedly
took Kingston from the small firm it was when I joined them to what they are
today, but I was a contributing factor.

Now at the age of thirty-four, I sit on the Board of Directors for Kingston
and am no longer an employee, but rather a consultant. I own a real estate
firm, a gym and several other small businesses. You could say my holdings are
diverse.

When I was with Kingston, I made a remarkable discovery, a human growth
hormone that stimulated a woman's muscular development and her strength. When
I promoted my finding to the then current board, I was told not to proceed,
that financially the board saw no benefit in pursuing development of 'Fem-Ex',
as I called it. After a week trying to make sense of the rejection, I began to
work on my findings on my own.

I developed my growth hormone and when injected into a lab rat, that rat
became the dominant matriarch of the cage. Besides that, she grew and became
the dominant rat of the male rats as well.

Since there was no funding and I was acting on my own, I decided to try the
drug on myself. I took base line measurements such as those I mentioned at the
beginning of this story, but also weight, height, heart rate, blood pressure,
etc. I began with a 5cc dose, followed two days later by another 5cc's. I
monitored myself daily as well as annotating my emotional wellbeing.

What I did notice was that I felt more alert, and my energy level was higher.
I had a drive that I hadn't had. My workouts lengthened and I began to use
heavier weights with less muscle fatigue. I cut my sleep down to six hours,
but they were deep six hours of sleep and I woke refreshed.

At this point, my days were generally spent at work with a couple of hours
dedicated to my 'Fem-Ex', once everyone went home, a light supper and a couple
of hours at the gym, capped off by a long hot shower and my six hours of
sleep. Wake up and repeat. Besides the 'Fem-Ex' and the weight training, I
began to eat healthier. The result was that I was noticing a change in my
body. Co-workers notice it too and began to ask if I had lost weight, changed
my hair color or been on vacation.

Having access to the lab and to some degree the manufacturing end of the
process allowed me to market my "Fem-Ex", at least in small quantities. I
advertised in two magazines, a fitness publication and one specifically for
female bodybuilders.

My capsules were pink and contained only 5% of the active ingredients, while
the other 95% were inert ingredients. My goal was to have women see the
results over a prolonged period of time. I didn't want them to bulk up. My
goal, on the other hand, was to bulk up and thus I was taking a stronger
dosage.

Sales trickled in, and at first it was easy to keep up with demand, but it
wasn't long before I knew I needed to produce in greater quantity. I needed a
real production facility. As luck would have it, I was scanning my college's
alumnae magazine when I saw an article about Tom Benson who had started his
own organic lab, Benson Nutrients. I remembered Tom from my organic chemistry
class. Nice looking but a bit of a nerd. I called him up and arranged to visit
him at his 'shop' as he called it.

A skinny girl was behind the receptionist counter when I walked in, a name
placard read 'Beth Ann - Receptionist'. "May I help you," she asked in a high
pitched voice that was annoying. "I'm here to see Tom," I said. "Is he
expecting you?" she asked. I felt like telling her that he wasn't expecting
the new me, but I told little Beth Ann, "Yes, he is, please tell him that Gina
is here." She punched a button on her phone and spoke into the hands-free
mouthpiece, "Mr. Benson, Gina is here to see you." She listened and then told
me, "He'll be right out." 'Gee, thanks, you little wimp', I thought, but
simply said, "Thanks."

Tom didn't keep me waiting. He came through a door and I could see that his
jaw dropped when he saw me. After a handshake and some light conversation
about how long it had been since we had seen each other, he ushered me through
the door from which he had entered the reception area.

Tom showed me into his office. There was a wooden desk with a chair and two
chairs facing the desk. A table was stacked with open cartons and there were
several stacks of boxes against one wall. A window looked out onto a
production floor where I could see several mixers, hoppers and grinders,
another window faced the parking lot. The warehouse/production floor was a
beehive of activity. Towards the back of the warehouse, I could see a forklift
loading a trailer with pallets of merchandise.

"So," Tom said, motioning me to a chair, "you said something on the phone
about wanting to manufacture and ship a new product that you've been working
on." "Yes," I said, "As I mentioned, I'm with Kingston Laboratories, but
they're not interested in pursuing what I have developed. I'd like Benson to
handle it." "Have clinical trials been done?" Tom asked. "Let's just say
clinical trials are on-going," I said. "Hmm," Tom said, "I don't want to get
in trouble with the FDA and jeopardize Benson's licenses. How many are in this
trial?" I smiled and said, "So far, just one." "One!" he said, "That's hardly
a trial; you need more subjects. Who is the patient?" "Me," I said. Tom
blinked several times and then said, "You're the test subject?"

"Yes," I said, shrugging out of my black blazer, "I developed a female growth
hormone that stimulates a woman's muscular development. I've advertised it in
a couple of magazines and have gotten more orders than I can fill based on my
limited production capabilities. I was hoping you could help me." I stood and
walked to the window looking out into the warehouse and pulled the blinds
shut. When I turned back toward Tom, his eyes were a little wider and his lips
parted.

"Now I know you are going to ask to see the trial reports," I said, as I
slowly walked to his desk, "and I'm only too happy to let you not only view
the report, but actually touch the report." Tom looked up at me with his mouth
open. I flexed my bicep which was a solid fourteen inches then and said, "Go
on, Tom, feel it, feel how strong I am." Tom gulped but got to his feet and
slowly ran a hand over my bicep. I chuckled and said, "What do you think?" He
licked his lips and managed to croak, "It's hard." "Yes, it is," I said and
relaxed my arm and putting my hand on his chest, gently pushed him back into
his swivel chair.

I put my booted foot between his legs on the edge of his chair and flexed my
quad. "Not only do I have terrific biceps, but I have pretty good quads as
well," I said, "Don't you think?" He tore his gaze away from mine and looked
at my thigh inches from his face. I rotated my leg slightly and flexed my calf
muscles. "And look at my calf," I said, "see how the muscles look like a
heart? Feel them, Tom." His eyes never left my calf as he reached out and
slowly ran his hand along my calf muscles.

"I think you can safely say that my supplement works," I said, "so what do you
say, do you want to team up?" I kept my foot between his legs and leaned
forward so that the toe of my boot was resting gently on his crotch. His gaze
lifted from my calf to my thigh and then along my thigh under my skirt. His
hand followed his gaze and I didn't stop him until he was nearly to my labia.
I shifted slightly, tightening my upper leg muscles together holding his hand
in position. "So tell me Tom," I said, and he looked up into my eyes, "Do we
have a deal or not. We can hammer out what sort of a percentage you get
later," I told him.

"Ye-yes," he said, slowly, "we have a deal." I relaxed my quads and he ran his
hand the inch or two to my labia, teasing it with his index finger. "Hmm,
Tom," I cooed, "You do like muscular women, don't you?" He nodded as his
finger explored my labia. "I thought so," I said, and applied a little
pressure to his scrotum and penis with the sole of my boot. His finger stopped
massaging my labia as I applied a little more pressure, and he withdrew his
hand.

"Now here's the deal, Tom, I'll give you twenty percent right off the top for
manufacturing and distribution," I said, "I'll deliver the raw materials to
you and you will produce the capsules, is that clear?" "Ye-yes," he said, and
I lightened up on the pressure. "Good," I said, removing my foot from his
crotch, "I'm glad we could come to terms, you should be receiving the first of
my materials tomorrow, Tom." I picked up my blazer and tossed it over one
shoulder. "I'll have my attorney get in touch with you."

I went to the door but turned and said, "I'll be in touch, Tom. Oh, and Tom,
once I leave and you're masturbating while thinking of me, remember, I'll kick
your ass if you double cross me in any way, do you understand?" He nodded and
I left.

Beth Ann watched as I strode through the reception area and out into the
parking lot.

Within days, Benson Nutrients was producing "Fem-Ex" in bulk and shipping to
their retailers. Tom followed through on his word with his legal obligation.
He was receiving 20% of my gross sales while I was receiving 80% before
incurring my costs. I stayed at Kingston Laboratories for another six months
before resigning. I think my resignation took everyone by surprise, but their
unwillingness to invest in my project was a sign that they were unwilling to
invest in me. Besides, by this time, I had lined up where to buy my
ingredients in bulk. Tom, happily, had to add a plant just for "Fem-Ex"
production.

I was making money now, serious money with the production of "Fem-Ex" and it
seemed like I was out growing my small apartment. I contacted a real estate
agent who Tom recommended to me. Allyson Williams was not only an agent, but a
broker as well who owned her own real estate company. She had a staff of ten,
but had agreed to handle my property search personally. We had only spoken on
the phone, but had set up a meeting at a house on the bluffs overlooking
Laguna Beach and the Pacific Ocean.

Since my departure from Kingston, it had afforded me more time to work out. I
had grown, both in height as well as muscle mass. I was six feet tall in my
bare feet and in excess of two hundred forty pounds of muscle. While some men
and women might consider my appearance masculine, I can assure you I am all
woman.

I pulled up to the address that Allyson had given me over the phone. The house
was a long one-story occupying two lots, a white Bentley in the driveway; I
parked next to it and walked to the front door. I rang the bell and a woman my
age answered. She wore a white three piece suit with a turquoise blouse under
the vest. "Hi, you must be Gina," she said extending her hand, "I'm Allyson
Williams." I shook her hand, careful not to damage her manicure, "Gina, good
to meet you," I said looking around the entryway.

We toured the house and the back yard. The house was magnificent, on the end
of a cul-de-sac, with a gorgeous view of the village of Laguna and the Pacific
Ocean. The rear patio had an infinity pool, spa and plenty of room to sun,
plus it was very secluded. I had always been a sun worshiper, so owning my own
house with a pool would be my dream comes true.

"So, what do you think," Allyson asked looking up at me. Allyson is five-foot
five inches tall with dark brown hair and a great body, or at least what I
thought was a great body hidden beneath her business suit. "I love it,
Allyson, but it's a little pricey," I said. She smiled and said, "I shouldn't
say anything, but I know the owner and I know she is very motivated to sell.
Messy divorce, you know. If you like it, make an offer." She put her arm
around my waist and guided me towards the French doors. "Is that your hard
sell?" I asked and chuckled as we stepped into the house.

She smiled and looked up at me and then stepped into me and kissed me on the
lips, exploring my mouth with her tongue. When we parted she said, "No, that
wasn't my hard sell, baby, but if we go to the master bedroom, I'll be happy
to give you my hard sell." She took me by the wrist and led me to the master
suite that we had looked at minutes ago. Allyson said, "Get undressed, Gina,"
and began unbuttoning her jacket.

Minutes later, we were naked facing each other. Allyson obviously took great
care of her body. Her golden tan was marred only by the tan line of a very
small bikini. Her nipples were dark erect. She slowly padded to me and kissed
me between my breasts. She then kissed lower and lower along the centerline of
my body as she squatted, eventually kneeling before me. I could feel her warm
breath on my pussy as she teased my clit with her tongue while running her
hands up and down the back of my legs.

"You're magnificent," she said, "so strong and hard." "Thank you," I said, "I
work hard at it. Hmm," I hummed as she took me deeper into sexual ecstasy. "Do
you like that, baby," she said from somewhere beneath me. "Oh, yeah," I said
softly, "you give great head." She chuckled and the warms of her breath on my
pussy tickled. "I work hard at it," she said, mimicking what I had said, and
we both laughed lightly. She stopped rubbing my legs and pushed my hips back
towards the bed. I stepped backwards until the back of my legs made contact
with the bed. "Lay down, Gina," Allyson said getting to her feet.

I did as I was told, holding my upper body upright with my elbow watching her.
She went to a dresser and extracted a large strap-on dildo. She stepped into
it and buckled the strap at her hips. The flesh toned phallic stood out from
her pelvis. She walked slowly to where I lay on the bed, taking her time,
gently stroking her 'penis'. She knelt on the bed, straddling my hips. "Take
it," she said with the head of the dildo inches from my face. I touched the
tip of the rubberized penis with my tongue and then kissed it. I took the head
in my mouth and she gently pushed until I had nearly four-inches in my mouth
and throat.

She withdrew and said, "Lay back, baby." I did and placed a hand on each of
her hips as she lay on top of me, working the strap on between my legs. My
breath caught as she entered me and I wrapped my legs around her. "I'm not too
heavy for you, am I?" I asked. I could have easily have broken her ribs with
my legs, but I was savoring the moments. "No, that's fine, baby," she said as
she drove the dildo deeper.

Soon we were moving in rhythm. Her warm body felt fantastic next to mine as
she drove the strap on in up to the hilt. We panted in unison and I climaxed,
wrapping my arms around Allyson. We lay there, locked together with my arms
around her torso and my legs wrapped around her hips. She was breathing hard
and I said, "You're not done are you?" "Oh, baby," she said, "I need to rest,"
and I removed my legs from around her. She slid the strap on out and rolled
onto her back, still catching her breath.

I sat up and then stood. "My turn, Allyson," I said bending to unfasten the
buckle holding the strap on to her waist. She looked at me and smiled but
didn't protest. I stepped into the straps and fastened the phallic to my hips.
I ran a finger along the glistening length and then sucked my finger drawing
in my juices. "Lick my cock," I said softly. She looked into my eyes and for a
moment I thought she would protest, but she leaned forward and took the
rubberized cock in her mouth. "Do you like how I taste, Allyson?" I asked. She
nodded but did not stop licking the dildo.

With one hand I pushed her back onto the bed and mounted her. I slowly
penetrated her enjoying how she caught her breath as I thrust deeper. Now in
rhythm once more with me on top, we climaxed together.

I stood up and stepped out of the strap on, allowing it to fall to the floor.
"How did you know where this was," I asked flicking the dildo with my big toe.
Allyson chuckled and said, "Because this is my house, baby."

It took a moment for that to sink in. Allyson had shown me her house to buy.
"I don't need a place this big," she said, "since the divorce, and I have to
split the money with my ex, so I'm willing to let you have it for a more than
reasonable rate." She smiled at me broadly.

We agreed on a price. More fair for me than her and Allyson said, "You'll love
the house. It's quiet and the neighbors keep to themselves. I'll go back to
the office and draw up the papers." We both got dressed and I asked, "Where
will you move to?" "I'm not sure yet," she said, "not far, I still have my
real estate business." "How about staying here until you find a place?" I
asked. "Really?" she said, "That would be great, but I wouldn't want to
impose." I laughed and said, "I think after the sex we just had, you would
hardly be considered an imposition." She laughed and said, "All right, I'll
take one of the spare bedrooms then."

Months passed. Allyson and I had a great relationship. We weren't exclusive to
each other. Sometimes she would bring a man home and I would give them their
space to enjoy each other or I would bring a man home so that I could fulfill
my sexual needs. I continued to work out and take my "Fem-Ex" supplements. My
muscles were deeply defined and veiny. Both Allyson and I had taken to laying
poolside sans bathing suits and had developed deep tans. Sale of my
supplements was going through the roof and I now advertised on-line.
Testimonials from satisfied clients were prominently displayed on the website.

It was Friday night and Allyson and I were watching a movie. The doorbell rang
and I asked, "Were you expecting anyone?" "No," she said, "I'll get it
though." She stood and put a robe on and padded down the hall to the entryway
and front door. I heard hushed voices but I couldn't make out what Allyson and
whoever was at the front door were discussing. Moments later, the tone of the
conversation changed and the voices got louder. I slipped on my robe, and went
to see what the problem was.

Allyson was arguing with a man in the entryway. "Look, Chuck," she said, "I
sold the place, that's all you need to know. We, you and I, got a fair price
for the house and you got your half, so that's that." "Who are you kidding,"
the man named Chuck said, "This house was worth fifty percent more than what
you sold it for. You ripped me off!" "Keep your voice down, Chuck," Allyson
said, "or maybe you should just leave." "Oh, so now you're kicking me out of
my house?" he asked.

"No, she's not, but it's my house and I'm asking you to leave, Chuck," I said
as I came into the foyer. The man turned to me, "Who are you?" he asked. "I'm
Gina, and this is my house," I said, stressing the 'my'. The man looked from
me to Allyson and back again, and then said to Allyson without taking his eyes
off of me, "Is this your lover, Ally? Have you become a lesbian?"

"You're a pig, Chuck," Allyson said, "and no, I'm not a lesbian, but Gina is a
better lover than you ever were." That got his attention. "Yea, well, you were
no picnic in bed either, Ally," Chuck said, "maybe your dike girlfriend likes
it, but you always were a cold fish when it came to sex." "Look, I asked you
to leave," I told him, but he continued to look at his ex-wife. He finally
turned to me and looked at me from head to foot. "Congratulations, bitch," he
hissed, "you stole my house and wife, were you sleeping with her while we were
still married?" "Chuck!" Allyson said raising her voice, "please just go!"

The man took a step toward me and put a hand on my chest and tried to push me
aside. "Look, asshole," I said, "You better go now." "Watch who you're calling
an asshole," he snarled and put both of his hands on my chest to push me. I
didn't budge. I reached out and bunched the front of his sport shirt in my
fist and lifted him off the ground. Chuck wasn't particularly a big man, but
he probably weighed one hundred, seventy-five pounds. There was a look in his
eyes that I was familiar with, that of fear, and I liked what I saw.

"Put me down you bitch," he said. I laughed and threw him against the wall. He
tried to steady himself, but his feet went out from under him and he wound up
sitting on the floor against the wall. "Pansy-ass," I said, and put one arm
around Allyson's waist, "What did you ever see in that sissy-boy?"

Chuck got to his feet, hatred on his face, as he lunged for me, his hands
going for my throat. I caught his wrists in one hand and spun him around,
clutching him to my chest. "Now, now, little man, don't make Gina hurt you," I
said into his ear. He struggled to free himself from my grasp but was unable.

Looking at Allyson, I said, "Baby, would you like to say anything to the piece
of crap before I throw him out the door?" She looked at her ex and said,
"Leave us alone, Chuck, just leave us alone." I nodded and Allyson opened the
front door and I tossed Chuck down the four steps to the walkway. He landed
with a thud. "You haven't seen the last of me, either of you," he said getting
to his feet and dusting himself off. I took a step down toward him and he
turned and walked quickly to his car.

As he got in the car, I laughed. Allyson put her hands on my bicep. She rubbed
my muscles beneath the satin robe. "Thank you," she said watching Chuck back
out of the driveway. I bent and gave her a deep kiss hoping that her ex was
watching. I knew he'd be back. Men like Chuck always came back, and frankly, I
couldn't wait.

As it turned out I didn't have to wait long. That weekend, Allyson had an open
house. The house was large, empty and in a well-to-do neighborhood. She was
optimistic that it would sell quickly. It was nearly time for her to close up
when she called to tell me that there were three promising buyers and ask me
if I wanted to go to dinner. I told her I'd come by and pick her up.

When I arrived I noticed a car in the driveway, Chuck's car. 'This can't be
good,' I thought as I parked and made my way to the front of the house. I
could hear the heated argument from the front door as I entered and then the
crack of the slap. As I entered the dining room I saw Allyson on the floor,
her hand to her cheek staring up at Chuck who was standing over her.

He heard the click of my stilettos as I quickly went from the carpeted living
room to the hardwood of the dining room. He turned and my fist connected with
his jaw. He fell to the floor in a heap, out cold. I helped Allyson to her
feet. "Are you OK, baby," I asked. A red hand print was on her left cheek.
"Yes, yes," she said, "I'm fine. He came to tell me that he wants more money
and said I could just use the commission from the sale of this house to pay
him."

I looked down at Chuck who was just coming around. "What do you want me to do
with him, Ally," I asked. "I don't know, Gina," she said, "He'll just keep
coming around, won't he?" "I'm afraid he will," I said, "unless I take care of
him permanently." "You mean, kill him?" she asked. I nodded. "Would you, could
you?" she asked. Again I nodded, and she looked down at her ex-husband who was
massaging his jaw. "Alright, but make it quick," she said. I nodded for a
third time and turned my attention back to the man on the floor. I would have
liked to have taken my time, making him suffer as he had made Allyson suffer,
but I owed it to Ally to keep my promise. "Perhaps you should wait in the car,
Ally," I told her, "this won't take long." With one last look at her husband,
she turned and left. Chuck watched her go from the floor and then looked up at
me; hatred on his face, but fear in his eyes.

I smirked and said, "My only regret in killing you is that I won't be able to
take my time. I promised Allyson that I'd make it quick." "Wait, what," he
stammered now realizing what was about to happen. "No, you're kidding, right,"
he asked finally. I chuckled. "No, no, I'm not kidding," I said, "Now get on
your feet." He looked around, looking for a place to run, a place to hide.
Slowly he got to his knees and then to his feet. No sooner had he gotten to
his feet than I reached between his legs and around his neck, quickly lifting
him off his feet and dropping him to the floor below. His head hit the
hardwood floor as did his back and butt. He lay motionless for a minute and I
knelt between his legs and then taking one of his wrists in each hand, lay on
top of Chuck. I pulled as far as I could reach and felt his shoulders
dislocate. It was a satisfying feeling.

I sat on the floor with my back against the dining room wall and positioned
his head between my legs and began to apply pressure. The feeling of his head
against my clit and feeling of crushing his skull was making me horny. 'I'm
going to have to have sex with Allyson before we go to dinner,' I thought as I
heard his skull fracture. I sat there for a minute savoring the sensation of
having killed this piece of garbage.

I took his car keys from his pocket and getting to my feet, I went to the
front door. Allyson had collected her open house signs and was sitting in her
car at the curb. I motioned for her to come to the front door.

"Here," I said, handing her Chuck's car keys, "Back his car in as close to the
front door as possible, I'll put him in the trunk." Allyson took the keys but
looked at me and said, "Is he ... " and I cut her off. "Yes, dead, now hurry,
I'm hungry." Again she looked at me, but then turned and went to her ex's car
and backed it out onto the street and reversed, backing into the driveway.

I put Chuck in the trunk, driving his car; Allyson following me in hers. By
this time it was dark and the restaurant parking lot was not yet crowded. "Go
in and get a table, baby," I told her, "I'll be in in a minute." She
disappeared into the restaurant and I quickly opened the trunk and put Chuck's
body in the dumpster. Using my jacket, I wiped the steering wheel of prints as
well as the door handle. I put my jacket back on and walked into the
restaurant.

Inside, Allyson had been sat at a table, a glass of red wine in front of her.
"I wasn't sure what you would want to drink," she said, staring at her wine
glass. That's when I notice her hands shaking. I put my hand on hers, "Don't
worry, everything will be fine." "I'm not sure I can eat," she said. "Well, I
can," I said, "I'm famished." "How can you eat after what you did?" she asked.
I removed my hand from hers and said, "Look, you wanted him gone; now he's
gone. He would have come back and made our lives a living hell. You just have
to get him out of your mind." She looked at me a minute and then said, "You're
right, of course, if nothing else, Chuck was persistent. He would have been
like a dog with a bone." "Well, he's probably got that bone now," I said,
thinking of him in the dumpster with the food scraps.

Allyson didn't eat much, but I finished my steak as well as most of her plate.
She drove me back to the house to pick up my car where I told her, "I can't to
get home, let's go in and make love baby."

We lay in the king size bed of the master bedroom, arm in arm until we dozed
off. There was something exciting about being in a strange house and a strange
bed. The next morning we slept in until seven o'clock.

Allyson and I made love one more time, made the bed and left. The sun was
bright, the weather warm, and there was not a cloud in the sky.

If you enjoyed 'Gina's Story', please let me know at; covert.1@hotmail.com

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