The House on Sackett Street: A Love Story

by Elizabeth Jane McDonald

 

Chapter 8

 

I was seven months pregnant and feeling every minute of it. I was quite large, but knew that I was going to get larger. My breasts had started to swell with the new hormones, although they weren't ready to lactate, yet. Debbie and Barbara had come over for tea and conversation when the phone rang.

"Hello," I said.

"Marcia," it was Ed's voice. "I was wondering if I could come over. I have something for you."

"Of course you can," I said, smiling. "Debbie and Barbara are over here, but I can ask them to leave."

"Oh, no," he said. "That's not necessary. They will probably like to see what I have for you."

"I can't wait."

"Bye."

I hung up and returned to the living room. My back hurt and I waddled a bit. I was wearing a maternity skirt and blouse that made me look even larger than I was.

"That was Ed," I said. "He's coming over to show me something."

"A gift?" Debbie asked.

"I don't know. He wouldn't tell me."

"I wonder what it could be," Barbara said.

"He's been leaving me a gift every time I turn around. I don't know what to say anymore."

"You say thank you and smile a lot," Debbie said with a big grin on her face.

Ed arrived about a half hour later and I showed him into the living room. He greeted my friends and then handed me a box. It was quite large, wrapped with a gold metallic paper. There was a large white satin bow on top with matching satin ribbon around the box.

"Oh, Ed," I exclaimed as I took it from him. "Whatever is this. You give me too many things."

"Nonsense," he said, smiling. "Sit down and open it. Your friends will want to see it."

I went to a rocking chair in the middle of the living room floor and sat down, holding the box on my lap. Carefully I took the bow off and laid it on the floor beside me. I took the ribbon off and then slowly unwrapped the paper, savoring every moment of the gift.

"I have always enjoyed watching women unwrap presents," Ed said to my friends. "It's always such a science."

"Oh, hush up, Ed," I said with a big grin. I could already see that the box was from one of my favorite shops downtown. He had spared no expense.

I took the wrapping paper off, laying it on the floor. Barbara and Debbie were exclaiming as they saw the name of the store, too.

"I couldn't afford to even go in the front door. Ed, how can you do this?" Debbie said, walking over to get a closer look.

"I want my beautiful girl to be even more beautiful."

"You just keep talking that way," I said.

I opened the box and was stunned. It was the most beautiful robe I had ever seen. It was of white satin with satin brocade along the front. The belt was of matching satin brocade. The collar was beautifully stitched satin with a lace overlay. It must have cost him over two hundred dollars.

"Oh, Ed," I was speechless.

"Oh, Marcia," Ed responded, smiling and enjoying my predicament.

"That's absolutely gorgeous," Debbie said, and Barbara agreed emphatically.

"You said you didn't have anything nice like that," Ed explained. "I wanted you to have a nice robe for the times you have to go to the hospital. I can't have my girl parading around in front of strangers looking like a slob."

I laid the robe back into the box and set it down. I got up and went to Ed and put my arms around his neck. He leaned over and we kissed. I have him a big hug and he hugged me back.

"Be careful, there," he said. "We don't want to get too close for the little one."

"The little one loves you, too, you crazy man."

Ed kissed me one more time.

"I have to go now," he said, moving toward the front door. "Just had enough time to drop by."

"When will I see you, again?" I asked.

"Probably tonight," he answered, smiling with that wonderful twinkle in his eye.

"I'll be here."

"Love you," and he was gone.

I turned back inside and looked once again at the beautiful robe. Ed loved to give me things. A week didn't go by that he didn't drop something off, but never had it been something so expensive as that robe. He was certainly getting more serious about me.

"I think he loves you a lot," Debbie said.

"I think Debbie is right," Barbara added. "You need to hang onto him."

"I'm planning on it," I said, looking at Debbie. Debbie's smile faded for just a second, but then returned. Her eyes were a bit sad.

"You two will be so happy together. I hope it all works out."

Debbie was putting on a brave face. She was obviously happy for me, but sad and a little jealous at the same time. We needed to talk, but there wasn't time right then. Barbara was so thrilled by all of it, and she was not aware of the past. Debbie and I would talk later.

 

 

Chapter 9

 

My belly hurt like the devil and I wasn't really sure I wanted to go on with this pregnancy thing. I had just returned from the doctor after my monthly "pre-natal" visit. As they had been doing for the past several months, they injected a bit more saline solution into the bladder inside my abdomen. I was quite swollen and did in fact appear to be about eight months pregnant. I was starting to walk with a bit of a waddle and my back had been hurting for some time. I had long since changed into maternity clothing. There was a nice side to all this, though. The attention I got from my friends was nice. Debbie and Barbara even had a baby shower scheduled. The part I still wasn't sure of was how all this was going to end in a few months when I was going to "deliver" my baby.

I was getting out of the car when I heard the voice behind me.

"Just be quiet and go into the house."

I didn't even see him, but the voice was that of a man, a bit raspy. I could sense that he was close behind, and even feel his breath on my neck. I moved toward the front door quickly, hoping that one of my neighbors would see what was going on and call the police.

"What do you want?" I was nearly in tears from fright.

"Just shut up and open the door."

His breath was stale with cigarette smoke and smelled of booze. He didn't sound drunk, but he had certainly been drinking. What did he want? I was afraid I knew.

I opened the door and we went in. He roughly shoved me inside, slammed the door and pushed me toward the back rooms.

"Where's your bedroom?"

"Straight ahead," I lied. I did not want to go into my own bedroom. I steered him toward the second bedroom.

He pushed me inside and roughly down onto the bed face down. Only then did I get a look at him. He was about 5 feet eight inches tall, slightly overweight and had not shaven for some days. Altogether a rough character.

"What do you want?" I asked again, this time nearly in tears.

"Take off your blouse."

His teeth were yellow and his hands were dirty.

"Take off your blouse, now, or I'll hurt you."

I started unbuttoning my blouse, a long maternity top. My hands were shaking and it was difficult to handle the buttons.

"Hurry up, bitch. I wanna see those udders of yours."

I got the buttons undone and opened the front of my top. I left it on.

"Take it off."

I slipped it off my shoulders, turning slightly sideways to hide my front from his leering eyes.

"Now take off the bra."

I reached behind me and, as quickly as my shaking hands would allow, unclasped my bra, letting it slide down my arms. My breasts, quite large from the hormones, fell down.

The man moved forward and reached out his hand, touching my right breast roughly. He ran his fingers over my nipple and then roughly squeezed the breast.

"Ouch," I yelled sharply. "That hurts."

"Yeah," I bet it does, bitch. Got yourself knocked up and now your boobs hurt, huh?"

I tried to turn away from him to keep him from hurting my breasts any more. He pushed me back on the bed.

"Now take your skirt off."

I was wearing a maternity skirt and it slipped off easily, leaving me in a half slip.

"Take the rest off. I wanna see the rest."

As slowly as I could I pushed the half slip down. I slipped my shoes off and then just sat there. I still had my panties on.

"Off with the panties. I wanna see it all, bitch."

"Don't call me that name," I said back to him, by now crying quite hard.

"Just get those off and let me see your knocked up pussy."

I slipped the panties off and sat on the bed naked in front of this horrible creature. I couldn't bring myself to even think of being raped by him.

He walked forward and put his hand on my belly. Then he ran it down toward my legs and started to touch my pubic hair. Roughly, he pushed my legs apart and placed his hand between my legs. He pushed a finger inside me. It hurt, there being no lubrication. I cried at the hurting.

"Shut up," he yelled, and then he hit me across the face with the back of his hand. I fell back onto the bed. He pushed his finger further up inside me, hurting even more.

Then, he stood up, and took his trousers down. He wasn't wearing any under shorts and his penis was erect, already dripping. I cried as I imagined what he was about to do. I tried to crawl away from him, but he grabbed my leg and pulled me back. I screamed and he hit me across the face, and I screamed again. All I could imagine was what he was about to do to me.

He grabbed at me and roughly pulled my legs apart and started to crawl on top of me. He lay heavily on my stomach and I hurt badly. The pain shot up through me like fire as he put nearly his full weight on my extended belly.

Then I heard a loud crash. He fell on me with his full weight for a second, and then the weight lifted.

"Are you okay, Marcia?"

I heard the voice, but it didn't register right away.

"Are you okay, Marcia?" it said again. "Marcia?"

"I..I'm okay...I guess."

I then knew what I was hearing. It was Barbara's husband.

"Get that creep out of here so Marcia doesn't have to see him."

"Here, put this on."

He handed me my robe which had been hanging on the back of the door. I quickly pulled it on, tying the belt around my waist. I was still sobbing and wasn't really hearing or seeing anything straight.

"We'll take care of that guy. The police will be here in a minute."

There were several other people in the room. There was Phil, Barbara's husband, and there was Tom, from across the street, and then I saw Barbara.

"Oh, Barbara," I started crying again.

"Marcia," she came to me and held me tight.

 

 

Chapter 10

 

It was time to leave to "have my baby." I had the plane ticket back to the town where my "sister" lived. I had packed two suitcases and had my overnight bag ready to go. All the arrangements were made with the service and the hospital. I would be picked up at the airport by one of the officers and taken to the hospital. I would be admitted as a maternity patient with complications, probably requiring a caesarian delivery. Then, after the operation, they would bring in the baby I was to adopt.

Debbie called me early that morning.

"I'm going with you, Marcia."

"I don't think you can do that."

"Of course I can. I am going with you. What do you know about having babies?"

"I know as much as you did when you had your first one."

"True," she chuckled. "But, I'm still coming with you."

"Let me check on it, first."

"Nonsense. I already have the ticket."

We both arrived at the airport together. Two 40ish women, one of whom as obviously pregnant and not altogether comfortable. My belly was swollen and my back hurt most of the time. Debbie assured me it was normal, but that didn't help my attitude any. Actually I was excited about getting the baby. I had been taking the extra hormones for the past month and I knew my breasts were already lactating. I

was able to manually get some milk to come out of my nipple when I worked at it.

"Now, here we are," Debbie said as we settled into our seats.

"My belly hurts," was all I could say.

"Not for long."

"Not for long, you say. It will hurt like hell after the c section."

"That will be different."

"You never had a c section."

"True, but you'll survive."

We settled into our seats. The flight attendants were very nice to me, curious about me and my pregnancy. Soon we arrived at our destination.

"They're going to have a cow when you come off the plane with me."

"They won't have a chance to do anything about it."

"I hope you're right, Debbie."

"I am."

"I'm glad you're with me, Debbie."

She smiled.

"I'm happy to be here with you. I wouldn't have it any other way."

The plane arrived at the gate and soon we were walking down the ramp. We were met by a man who quickly identified me.

"Mrs. Marcia Stephens?"

"Yes," I answered. "I'm Mrs. Stephens."

"Hello," he smiled, putting out his hand. "I'm Tom Larson. I'm to take you to the hospital."

"Thank you. This is my friend Debbie Watson. She will be helping me."

"Oh, yes. We've been expecting you, Mrs. Watson."

I looked over at Debbie. She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

"You had this planned all along, didn't you."

"Sure did, Mrs. Stephens."

Debbie still got a kick out of hearing me called Mrs. Stephens.

We followed our guide to a car. He had already arranged to have our luggage picked up, and soon we were on our way out of the airport. It took about half an hour to arrive at the hospital. It wasn't a public institution, but it was certainly modern. I remembered it distinctly from my long stay here last year.

"Is this where you had your operations?" Debbie asked.

"Yes. I was in here for what seemed like forever."

"Well, this won't take forever."

"I hope not. I just want to get this over with and be a mom."

"I still can't get over you being a mother."

"Neither can I. But it does sound exciting."

"Exciting? I haven't heard it called that."

We laughed and soon were getting out of the car at the front entrance of the hospital.

"Hello, Mrs. Stephens."

The voice was familiar. I looked up and it was a nurse I remembered from before.

"Oh, hi," I answered. "I forget your name, but I do remember you."

"I'm Anne Locklear. I'll be your nurse and natal care instructor."

"Well, I'm sure I'll need all the instruction I can get."

"You are looking very good. Your new life is agreeing with you."

"As soon as I have this baby, I'll be even better."

They rolled a wheelchair out for me and I sat down. Debbie followed as Anne pushed me into the hospital. They took me up to the maternity ward, checked me in, and assigned me a room.

"So when is the operation scheduled?" I asked Anne.

"Tomorrow morning. You can go anywhere you want in the hospital tonight. Don't eat anything after six o'clock. We'll get you up at five and you'll be in the operating room by six. It won't take long, and by noon you'll be fully awake and have a new little baby. Is it a girl or a boy?"

"A girl."

"And you already have a pink room for it at home, right?"

"As a matter of fact I do."

She smiled, showed me where to put a few things, then left Debbie and I alone.

"Scared?" Debbie asked.

"A little," I answered. I went to a chair and sat down.

"My feet are killing me," I said as I slipped my shoes off.

"I know what you mean. I never should have worn these heels."

"What's it like nursing a baby?"

"It's wonderful. It feels wonderful and makes you feel very feminine and loving."

"I can't wait. Besides, my breasts hurt. They're full of milk. I think they gave me a double dose of those hormones."

"Get used to that feeling for a while."

"So, what should we do? Are you hungry?"

"It's three o'clock, so if we are going to eat, we'd better do it now."

"I saw a cafeteria downstairs."

"Alright, I'll put my shoes back on and we'll go get something to eat."

We walked down the hall to the elevator, took it down two floors, and found the cafeteria. We had a nice lunch, although I didn't eat too much, knowing that they would be putting me under some anesthesia the next morning.

"Debbie," I said as we were walking back to the room. "I want to tell you that you are the most wonderful woman in the world."

"Well, thank you, Mrs. Stephens. Why on earth do you think that?"

"How many women would marry a man, live with him for twenty years, then watch him turn into a woman, make love with her, and help her have a baby?"

"Not too many, I suppose."

"I suppose not."

"But, I love you, Marcia."

"I love you too, Debbie. I always have."

"I love you as Marcia, though. Mark is finally dead, I think."

"I suppose he is. You know, I want to marry Ed. I want my baby to have a father."

"I know you do. I think Ed wants to marry you, too. Have you told him about yourself?"

"No. Not yet. I haven't figured out how."

"Don't worry. The right time will come. I'll be your matron of honor."

I smiled, we hugged, and we kissed.

 

 

Chapter 11

 

I went into the operating room the next morning and they took out the balloon. They used an incision just like a caesarian section, and then sewed me back up. I woke up in my room with Debbie looking over me.

"Debbie," I was still a bit bleary eyed.

"I'm here Marcia. You did just fine and you have your girlish figure back."

I smiled at that and reached out to take her hand.

She held my hand and I just closed my eyes to rest. I could hardly move and when I did my tummy hurt like the devil. Then it came to me.

"I'm a mother!"

"That's right, Marcia. A proud mother."

"When do I see my baby?"

"Later when you are more awake."

"Oh, I want to see my baby now."

"They'll bring her down in an hour for feeding."

"Feeding?"

"That's right. You'll be breast feeding."

I then realized that part of the discomfort I was feeling was my breasts. They were heavy and full of milk. The last several days the doctors had increased the hormone dosage and my breasts were making milk full time. They hurt and I needed to have them emptied.

"Oh, Debbie, I can't wait an hour. My breasts hurt too much."

"You can wait," Debbie said as she smiled, still holding my hand.

I reached up and rubbed my breast. It was a little sore, but as I lay there, I found that the pressure wasn't as bad as I thought.

"What's it like to nurse a baby?" I asked.

"It's wonderful," Debbie sat back in her chair. "It's the best feeling in the world."

"I remember you always enjoyed it."

"I did. And you will, too."

Exactly at the appointed hour, the nurse brought my little baby daughter in to me. All the adoption arrangements had been made well ahead of time and the baby brought to the hospital the same day I arrived. She was only four days old, having been born to a young girl in another hospital across town. She was so cute in the blanket.

The nurse handed her to me and I nestled her into my arms. She immediately started hunting for my breast.

"She knows what to do," I exclaimed.

"She does indeed. Now open your gown so she can get some dinner."

I reached up and opened the placket in my gown, exposing my breast. As soon as I placed my baby to my breast, she latched onto my nipple and began sucking away.

Suddenly I felt a funny feeling in my breast. It was as though all the milk suddenly had a mind of its own and began falling from my breast.

"Oh," I said, surprised. "I think I just let down."

"It couldn't happen at a better time."

"But, I think my other breast is leaking, now."

Sure enough, while the baby was suckling at my right breast, my left breast was leaking milk, soaking my gown.

"Well, Marcia," Debbie was grinning. "It happens to the best of us."

I was so happy. My newborn baby was suckling at my breast, drinking real mothers milk. I settled back against the pillow and just let my daughter drink from my breast. There was no happier mother in the world at that instant.

 

 

Chapter 12

 

Ed came over to my house on Friday evening as he often did. I was very anxious. The time had come to deal with my past and to tell Ed about my background. Our relationship had grown very serious. He dearly loved Emily and would dote over her as if her were the biological father. I loved seeing it, but feared the moment when I would have to tell him. There was no doubt in my mind that I had to tell him.

I just could not go on loving him and be able to keep that large a secret.

Our opening conversation was much as it usually was, discussion of the week's events and what had happened to each of us. He always checked up on Emily, usually feeding her if it was time. He loved to rock her to sleep. Finally, Ed

sensed that something was on my mind.

"You are wanting to talk about something very serious, aren't you?" he said, in a matter of fact tone.

I was facing the sink at that moment, washing some glasses. I said nothing for a few seconds. Then, with a deep breath, I turned around.

"Ed," I always started a sentence with his name if I was serious. "We need to talk. Let's go into the living room."

He looked at me with a troubled expression, not knowing how to take it. I put the dishtowel I had been using on the counter and led him into the other room. I sat on my favorite rocking chair. Ed sat in the large overstuffed chair which he had "claimed" as his own.

"This sounds very serious," he said, looking directly at me. It was going to be hard for me.

"It is very serious," I said, my voice starting to choke. "It may even mean the end of our relationship."

"What do you mean?" he was obviously shocked. "Surely nothing is that serious."

"This is something you would never have thought about," I went on, my voice still giving me trouble. "But, I must tell you before we go any further with our relationship. It's unfair for you not to know."

Ed was silent, just looking at me, still very troubled.

"I have not told you everything about my past. Some things I told you about my past are not even true."

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like my entire childhood," I responded. "Like most of my adult life."

"What on earth are you talking about, Marcia?"

"I'm talking about the biggest lie in the world. I'm talking about what you think about me," I was nearly hysterical and was starting to cry.

"Come, now, Marcia," he stood up and started to walk over to me. "Nothing is this bad."

"Please, Ed," I said, wiping away tears, "sit down. I need to tell you something about me that will shock you."

"Alright," he answered and returned to the chair.

"A year ago I was involved in a special government operation in Colombia against one of the drug cartels."

Ed was looking very seriously at me. I continued.

"The result was very good, and several of the drug lords were arrested. You probably heard about it on the news."

He nodded imperceptibly.

"I was in very great danger of being hunted down by the men we did not get, so the government put me in a very special protection program. We did some unprecedented things to ensure that they could not find me like they had found other agents and officers involved in such operations before."

"So you are using an assumed name?" he asked.

"Yes," I nodded.

"That's not so bad."

"That's only part of it, Ed," I started crying, again. "When I did those things last year, I wasn't what you see here. I was a man."

Ed just stared at me. He did not say a word. I was completely in tears. I could not even look at him.

"I will understand if you just leave and never see me again," I said through the sobs.

He still did not answer.

I looked up at him.

He looked at me and finally spoke.

"You mean to say that you were once a man, and now you have had the surgery to become a woman?"

"Yes," I answered. "That's true."

"What about Emily? You were pregnant."

"All part of the show. I adopted her."

"But, you were really pregnant. I mean, your belly and everything." Ed was starting to lose coherency.

"I can tell you all the details if you want to hear them, but what I am saying is true."

"This is pretty difficult to take, you know."

"I know," I nodded, still wiping my eyes. "I know."

"I couldn't tell the difference, Marcia."

His voice was different. It was not as hard as a few seconds before. I just looked at him, silently.

"You have been a wonderful woman to me. And a wonderful mother to Emily. You have breastfed her, and taken care of her. You have loved me."

I could say nothing. I did not know where he was going.

"Marcia," he said, standing up. He started to walk toward me. "This is hard for me to understand, but you have to realize something."

"Understand something?"

"You must understand that I have loved you from when I first talked to you at church. I have loved you more every day we have been together and I will continue to love you."

"I don't understand. I have been lying to you."

"And I understand why. How could you have told me all this when we first me. We didn't know each other. Now, we know each other intimately. This is just a small hurdle. Just one more thing we have learned about each other. There will be others, and we will get over them, too."

"Ed," I couldn't say anything else.

"Marcia," Ed took hold of my shoulders. "I love you."

"Oh, Ed," I stopped trying to hold back the tears. "I love you so much. I don't want to lose you."

"And I don't want to lose you either, Marcia."

He held me close, and I just lay my head on his shoulder, crying my eyes out. I did not know whether I was happy or sad. I did know that I was in love and that I had found a very special man.

"Marcia," he went on. "Let's get you cleaned up and we'll talk about all this some more. I'm sure you have lots to tell me and I want to hear it all."

We did talk. We talked all night and I told him everything. He was curious about all of it and I held back on nothing.

I looked at the clock and it was midnight. We had been talking for several hours. I was sitting next to him on the couch, exhausted mentally from all that I had explained. I leaned my head on his shoulder and just luxuriated in his presence, feeling his warmth against my cheek.

He touched my face with his hand, then touched my breast. I looked up at him.

"Do you still want me?" I asked. "Do you still want me after all you know about me?"

"Of course I do, Marcia."

"Really?"

"Really," he said. "I only know you as a woman. I cannot even imagine you as a man. It is meaningless to me."

I smiled and laid my head back on his shoulder.

"I do need one thing, though.'

"What?" I looked up at him, curious.

"I need to see you. I need to see all of you. Naked. Right now."

I smiled and stood up. I would undress for him. He needed to see me and I wanted to make him happy. I started to unbutton my blouse. I could see his eyes hungrily look at me. I slowly undid the front of my blouse, just allowing a hint of my bra to show. Then I unzipped my skirt, letting it slowly drop down my hips, just letting him catch a peek of my slip as the skirt slowly dropped to the floor.

I stood before him with my blouse open in front, my half slip covering my nether regions, teasing him with what lay beneath. I reached up behind my back and unhooked my bra, letting it hang loosely in front. I shook my shoulders. My breasts shook, just allowing a peek of my nipples as they sprang free of the lacy cover of my pretty bra.

I pushed the slip down my hips, carefully controlling it so he could see the lace of my panties begin to show slowly. I dropped the slip to the floor then shrugged my shoulders to let the blouse and bra fall away, exposing my breasts to his view.

I shook my shoulders again, letting my breasts wiggle in front of his eyes. I could see a lump growing in his pants, a small wet spot on the front of his trousers. I was getting excited, too.

I walked up to him and reached down to his belt. I unbuckled it and then unzipped his pants. With a quick pull, I removed his pants, leaving his only in his shirt and underpants, the latter with a huge tent pole holding them up. My tongue licked my lips seeing the growing wet spot on the white cotton under shorts.

I stepped back and then pushed my panties down, exposing myself to Ed. He looked at me. He looked at the pubic hair and the pink labia peeking out. He reached down and pushed his under shorts off and I saw his wonderful erection, so huge and ready for me.

I kneeled down in front of him and took that great penis into my mouth. It was so soft and I ran my tongue along its length, savoring its flavor, now getting more and more familiar. Ed moaned and ran his fingers through my hair, holding my head so I couldn't get away from the wonderful feelings I was causing him. Not that I wanted to get away, as I really enjoyed going down on him. His hips were beginning to buck as the excitement built inside him. I took the penis all the way inside my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged a little, but kept working it in and out of my mouth, holding his testicles in one hand, tickling between his legs with the other.

A memory flashed in my mind. I remembered my wife doing the same thing to me, and how much I loved it. Never in my life did I imagine loving this so much. All I wanted to do was make this wonderful man come and then take him inside my waiting vagina.

`Ed began making more noises. He was close to the end and I didn't want it to quit so soon. I took my mouth off his penis and leaned up to kiss him. I sat on his lap and rubbed his penis with my legs, rocking my bottom along his thighs and then his erection. I could feel it between my legs and along my thighs. I could feel him pushing with his hips as though to force his penis inside me. I felt the warm, soft tip

of his penis brush my bottom and I knew I needed him inside me right then.

`I pulled him off the couch and I lay back on the floor, my legs spread wide. He looked down at me and smiled. He reached down with his hand and slipped a finger inside me.

I closed my eyes and moaned loudly.

"Ed, if you don't screw me right now I'll scream."

"So scream," Ed said. "I want to hear you scream."

So I screamed. I let out a shriek that must have been heard all the way down the street. And Ed entered me as I screamed, which made me scream even louder, feeling his warm, smooth, hard erection slide inside my very willing vagina.

 

 

Chapter 13

 

Debbie arrived just after ten and we were in the car heading into town just a few minutes later. Barbara was watching my baby and told Debbie and I to stay gone all day. Our destination was Pierre's, a bridal salon we had picked out some days before. We were on our way to try on a wedding gown and have it fit.

We parked behind the shop and walked around to the front. It wasn't a large place, but was completely packed full of gowns of all sorts. There were wedding gowns of all types, bridesmaids gowns, formal ball gowns, cocktail dresses. We knew exactly the one, however, and went straight to the shop keeper.

"Good afternoon," I said. "I'm Marcia Stephens. I have an appointment to fit a wedding gown."

The woman looked into a small book, closed it, looked up at me, smiled and said, "If you'll just come this way."

We followed her into the back where she pointed us to a fitting room. In the room was hanging the dress. I was still overwhelmed by its beauty. I was also overwhelmed by its expense, but that was going to be taken care of by the service.

"Oh, Marcia, it's so beautiful."

I could only nod as I went over to look at it. The bodice was of beaded raw silk with lace overlay. The collar was of high lace, and buttoned down the back. The skirts were of raw silk, all white, with a huge bow on the back. The sleeves were of the same white silk with lace overlays. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to wear this dress to a wedding...my own wedding.

"Well, lets get this lovely thing on you," Debbie prompted.

I put my purse down, and unbuttoned my blouse. I hung it on the rack provided and quickly shed my skirt as well. I was dressed in the underwear for the gown. I had on a white lace corset that held my breasts up and my waist in. The panties were white lace over white panty hose. I took a pair of white satin shoes from my carry bag and slipped them on.

I slipped on the full petticoats that would fill out the skirts. They were of crinoline and lace. Debbie already had the dress off the hanger for me to put on.

I held my arms out and slipped them under the skirts of the dress. It was heavy. The raw silk was very heavy, not as light as some of the satin dresses I had tried on. I thought that the raw silk was more elegant, especially for an older woman like myself.

The dress was on in an instant, and Debbie was buttoning up the back. The attendant attached the bow and I stood in front of the mirror. I was breathless at how pretty the dress was. It was all I could do to keep tears back.

The attendant quickly began working around me, checking the waist and the length. After some pinning and marking, she announced that she was done and I could take it off.

Debbie and I walked out of the store a little later chatting up a storm about wedding plans.

"So who else will you have a bridesmaids?"

"Barbara and Shawna. That's all."

"That's okay, I guess. Is Ed only having three men?"

"Yes. Tom, his brother is his best man, and two of his friends."

"Are they cute?"

"Yes, Debbie," I laughed at her. "They're cute."

The next stop was a lingerie store. I wanted a new nightgown for my wedding night and I had spotted the right one at a little store on Main Street. I took it out of the box and held it up for Debbie to see.

"Oh, Marcia," she smiled, "that won't stay on for thirty seconds."

"That's the idea, I guess. That's what you always told me."

The gown was really sexy. It was white, of course, and of sheer lace and nylon. The gown was completely sheer and deeply cut in front with a high waist. The robe was a little more opaque, with satin sleeves and waist band. My breasts would be held out for Ed to see and would be able to see my pubic patch easily through the thin material. I would be the most scrumptious thing on his plate that night.

I paid for it and we headed back to the house. It didn't take long and we pulled up and headed in.

"Marcia," Debbie said. She was serious.

"Yes, Debbie?" I sat down, motioning her to do the same.

"I am so happy for you. I think you and Ed are going to have a great time together."

"Thank you. I think we will be great together, too."

"I want you to know that I am not jealous and I really want things to go well for you."

"I know you do."

"I want you to know that I still love you, though."

"And I love you, too, Debbie. I love you a lot."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I kissed her back and we hugged briefly.

"I still want to be able to make love with you," Debbie said. "Even after you are married."

I was quiet for a second.

"I mean that, Marcia. I know that sounds terrible, but I need to know that you will still want to make love to me."

"How can I do that, Debbie? I'll be married."

"We can do it. Ed will never know."

"Debbie," I stood up. "Ed does know all about me. He even knows that you were my wife."

It was her turn to be silent.

"He does?"

"Yes, he knows. I had to tell him everything so I would be sure about our love. I couldn't hold any secrets from him."

"Does he know that we've made love. I mean, made love since your operation?"

"Yes. He knows."

"And he doesn't mind?"

"He did, at first. He had a hard time with that one."

"I think he's a really great guy."

I agreed. This was going to be hard. I really wanted to remain close to Debbie, but I also wanted to be faithful to my new husband. I didn't know how to handle it.

"You do understand that I have to be faithful to Ed, don't you."

"Of course I understand," Debbie was getting a little testy. "You were supposed to be faithful to me, remember."

She had me there. While the official death had technically ended our marriage, there I was alive and well with no divorce papers or anything else ending our marriage.

"So, if we can still make love, that would keep you happy?"

"Yes. I need to stay close to you. I want to be able to see you and make love to you whenever we can. I understand you want to be with Ed. I really do understand. You should be faithful to him. Don't do anything with any other man. Just keep me in mind. This isn't the most routine situation, you know."

I stood quietly and looked at her. She was right. This was not just a standard situation of a woman getting married to a man she loved. I was really still married to this woman in my living room, and I wanted to marry a man I loved.

"Debbie," I walked over to her and held out my hands.

"I love you. I will always love you. I want to be able to make love to you anytime we need it. I will always keep you close to my heart."

"Marcia," she was crying. "I love you, too. I promise I won't be jealous of Ed. Trust me."

"We will have to be sure Ed doesn't get suspicious."

"Ed will be just fine."

"Kiss me, Debbie."

We embraced and kissed long and deep. Her hands went to my breasts and mine up under her skirt. Quickly I found her moist panties and slipped my finger up inside her warm love nest. She melted into my arms and kissed me even harder. Her hands groped up under my skirt. She rubbed softly between my legs. She rubbed against the lace of my panties and tried to run her fingers under them. My pantyhose stopped her from what she was groping for. She kissed me harder.

"Marcia," Debbie said, almost breathless. "I need you. I need you right now."

"I need you, too, Debbie," I was getting hot. I moved her hands to my panties and let her pull them down. Then, I hooked my fingers around the waist of my pantyhose and started to roll them down. I kicked my heels off and she helped me take my pantyhose off. Her lips went straight for my love nest and she kissed my clitoris. It was almost more than I could take.

"I need to get you moist," Debbie said.

"I am already."

"You must have known."

"I knew. I knew."

She slipped her finger up inside me and I nearly came on the spot. I could feel her up inside me and I wanted to be inside her. I wished I had a penis again so I could be inside her like I used to be able. Then I felt something different.

"What are you doing?" I said.

"I'm coming inside you. The only way I can."

"Coming inside me?"

"Coming inside you. It's my way of giving you back some of what you were able to give me."

She was pushing a dildo up inside me. It was large and filled me completely. She moved it around and in and out and I fell back breathless with Debbie moving the artificial penis inside me.

"Debbie," I was nearly speechless. "Debbie, this is wonderful. I have to do it to you."

"You just lay there and take it, Marcia. I want you to feel me inside you."

I lay there with my eyes closed. I felt the false penis moving inside me. She knew exactly where to move it. She touched my clitoris with her fingers and then licked it with her tongue. I was nearing the edge. I grabbed her head and pulled it down to me and kissed her. I rubbed her breasts and ran my hands down between her legs. She was soaking wet.

Her panties were wet and I could easily push the nylon of her panties up inside her. She moaned. She moved the dildo one more time and then touched my clitoris at just the right moment and I came with a crash. I could only hear a loud rush in my head as the feeling came over me in a rush. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. She

kept moving the dildo around inside me, but I just wanted her close.

"Oh, Debbie," I was breathless. "That was wonderful. I have to do you, now."

"No," she smiled and slowly removed the dildo from my soaking wet vagina. "Not now. I just want to look at you. Let me see your new nightgown."

"Right now?" I was still out of breath. All I could think of was getting hold of Debbie and making more love to her.

"I want to see how pretty you are in your new nightgown. I want to see how Ed will see you on your wedding night."

"Okay," I said, and got up. I went to the dresser and took it from the package. I took the corset off and then slipped the gown over my head. It was low enough for the cleavage of my breasts to show very nicely. It was sheer enough that my nipples and my pubic hair showed through, too. Debbie was licking her lips.

"Now put on the robe."

I pulled it on. It closed with a small tie at the waist and a waistband of satin. My cleavage still showed nicely and just a hint of my nipples and pubic hair showed. It felt wonderful as it flowed around my naked body, still tingling with the rush of my climax. Debbie was still hungry for me.

She got up from the bed and walked over to me. She unbuttoned her blouse and let it drop to the floor. She unhooked her skirt and let it join the blouse. She was in front of me in just her bra and panties. They were a pretty set of pale pink nylon, satin and lace. Her breasts jutted up for me to see and her panties were soaked through. I could see liquid running down the inside of her thigh. She was hotter than I was, if possible.

"Oh, Marcia, I never thought I could get so hot for another woman."

"I never thought you could either," I answered. I looked down at myself. My breasts were heaving with my own excitement. I could feel my own juices, artificial as they were, running down my own thighs. I wanted to taste Debbie. She wanted to taste me. I wanted to be beautiful for her.

"Marcia," Debbie was standing directly in front of me. She leaned over and pulled her panties off. I reached forward and unhooked her bra. It fell from her breasts.

"Marcia," she repeated. "I don't want to lose you. I want you forever. I'll even share you with Ed. Just don't forget me."

"I'll never forget you."

"I'll always remember you as a man. Now I'll remember you as a woman."

"I'll always remember you as my wife. Even when I'm married to Ed, I'll remember what it was like. I will always love you, Debbie."

"Keep saying that, Marcia. Keep saying that."

She was getting closer. She moved her hands to my breasts. I could feel her fingers barely touching me through the material of the nightgown.

"You are so beautiful in this gown."

"You are so beautiful just standing there naked."

She held my left breast with her right hand.

"Your breasts are so large. So much larger than mine. Ed must love them."

"He does. He loves them just like I have always loved yours."

"Mine are so small."

"Yours are beautiful. I have always loved yours."

I held her breasts with my hands. I brushed the nipples with my palms. She shivered and closed her eyes, still holding my left breast. Her other hand went down between my legs. She pushed the material of my robe aside and ran her hand up between my legs. I could feel the soft material of the nightgown against my thighs as she cupped my love triangle with her palm. She moved her fingers ever so slightly and I began to shiver with excitement. She leaned forward, eyes still closed, and we kissed. My breasts pressed against hers, the nightgown sliding luxuriously between our bodies. My nipples were tender and wanted to be touched. My vagina ached to have her fingers and lips touch it. My own tongue wanted to taste her womanhood. We did all that, and much more.

 

 

Chapter 14

 

"Okay, Debbie," I said. "You have to lace my corset, now. Really tight so I can fit into this dress."

"Really tight so your boobs will make Ed hungry with lust, you mean," she laughed as she came over to help me.

"You're right, like always."

Debbie and I were in the bridal dressing room at the church. I was in my garters, hose, panties and heels, with my corset held out in front of me. It was a pretty corset of white satin with lace overlay. The bra cups were low cut to push my breasts up into a very alluring cleavage that would show nicely with the wedding gown.

Debbie came up behind me and as I held the corset in place, she laced it tightly.

"Is that tight enough?"

"More," I said. "I can still breath. I want the tiniest waist I can have today."

She finished lacing it up and I looked at myself in the mirror. I was in all white underwear, ravishing in satin and lace. My hair was pulled back and a white satin and raw silk bow was at the back of my neck. My ears were adorned with dangling white pearl earrings. My makeup was perfect. My eyes looked wide and alert. I looked ten years younger.

"Well, should we call Barbara and Shawna in to help put on the dress?" I asked. "They wanted to be here."

"I have something for you first."

I turned and looked at her. She was beautiful. She was wearing the pink gown we had selected for her. It was of the same raw silk as my dress. It was full in the sleeves and cut nearly as low as mine. The skirts were not as full as mine, but the petticoats gave it a nice sweep when she moved. She wore the same pearl earrings that I had on.

"What's that, Debbie?"

"I want to give you something special for your special day."

She held out her hand. In it was something I hadn't seen in years. Over twenty years, in fact. It was a pair of white lace panties. The very same panties she wore under her wedding dress when we were married. I remembered taking them off of her on our honeymoon.

"I want you to wear these. It will make you remember that we are still one together."

"Oh, Debbie. I didn't know you still had these."

"I always kept them packed in with my dress."

"You opened it up?"

She nodded. She held the panties out to me. I took them. They were very pretty. They were of white lace with a sheer nylon crotch and seat. Tiny pink bows were at each hip and a tiny rose was embroidered in the front.

"Are you sure?" I asked, holding the dainty thing in my hand.

"I am sure," she nodded. "Here, let me help you off with these."

She leaned over and slid my own panties down. She put them into her purse.

"I'll keep these and wear them to remind me of you."

"Help me slip these on. I can hardly lean over with this corset."

"First you need something else."

"Something else. Don't tell me you're going to give me all your underwear."

Oh, don't be silly," she said, opening her purse. She reached in and took out a tube of vaginal jelly.

"Ed is going to want to screw your brains out as soon as you get to your hotel and you won't have time for this. Let me get you ready ahead of time."

Before I could say anything, she had put a sizable amount of the jelly on her fingers and was rubbing it up inside me. Old feelings came back and I shivered with excitement. My face flushed as I felt her fingers touch my private parts, slipping fingers up inside my warm vagina, getting hotter as she rubbed the jelly into my most private parts.

"Debbie," I couldn't finish, I was so excited.

"Hush," Debbie said, putting her finger to my lips. She took her hand away from my crotch.

"Now," she continued, "let me help you put on your panties. Ed will want a hot, wet woman after you are married."

She leaned over and helped me slip the panties up my legs. They were a little tight, but they felt so good against my hot love nest. I could feel the jelly melting inside me. My panties were already getting wet. I felt so good. I felt so excited. I felt so female.

"That's your 'something old.' What about the other things?" Debbie asked.

"Well, 'something new' is the dress. 'Something borrowed' is the handkerchief you loaned me. And 'something blue' is the stone on my necklace."

"That should do it," Debbie stepped back and looked at me. "You are beautiful, Marcia. As beautiful as that picture on the wall in your house."

"Well, not that beautiful," I protested.

"Yes, you are," Debbie was almost serious. "This time you are really in love. That makes you even more beautiful."

I smiled. She smiled. We hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Debbie was such a wonderful woman. Once my wife, now my dearest friend, practically a sister.

"Now, I'll get Barbara and Shawna," Debbie said and went to the door to call them in.

It didn't take long for the four of us to get me into my wedding gown. They touched up my makeup and checked my hair. They straightened my skirts and made sure everything was perfect. Then, it was time.

The wedding was beautiful, of course. Nearly all of my friends were there. Ed's family was there. Even my family was there. The service had seen to it that they had officers there acting as my son and daughter. My "daughter," a lovely young woman, held my baby. My "son," a handsome young man, sat next to her, and there were lots of people there from the church.

I walked down the aisle by myself. Ed was at the other end, so handsome in his white tuxedo. I didn't even hear the organ playing. I had other music in my ears. Music for Ed and music for a wonderful new life together with him and my new baby.

 

 

Chapter 15

 

We left the church in the limousine. I was still in my wedding gown and Ed in his white tuxedo. He was absolutely handsome, and I was the happiest woman in the world. Ed leaned over and kissed me as soon as the door shut and I held his head tightly. I didn't want him to quit. He tasted so good.

His hand moved along my waist and up my side. In a move so familiar to me by then, he slipped his hand up to my front and let his fingers dip down inside the bodice of my dress and into my brassiere. He brushed my nipples and my crotch came on fire. I pulled his mouth tighter to mine and my right hand moved to his lap. I could feel his wonderful erection growing beneath my hand. I was so much in love.

We were taken to the Royale Hotel and Ed swept me up to a wonderful honeymoon suite that must have cost him a fortune. He led me into the room and showed me around. He stopped and looked at me.

"I love you, Marcia. I love you so much."

"Then make love to me right now."

"Right now?"

"Right now. Right here."

He moved toward me, starting to undo his tie. I reached up under my dress and pulled my panties down. I was wearing stockings and a garter belt, so I was naked underneath. I held the panties up for him.

"Take me right here. Right now."

He unzipped his pants and with a quick movement out sprang his penis. That wonderful organ I had come to love so much. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me.

"Sit down on that chair," I said as I pointed to an armless chair by the window.

He went over and sat down, his erection pointing nearly straight up in the air. I walked over, pulled up my dress, and moved over the top of him. I held his penis in my right hand and slowly moved it around the lips of my vagina, putting moisture in all the right places. Then, with one move, I sat on him, letting him move all the way up inside my waiting love nest. My skirts spread out over us both, nearly covering everything.

Ed let out a moan as I engulfed his penis. He moved his hips to meet me as I took him all the way in. I moved up and down, savoring every feeling of his penis as it rubbed my insides. It was all Ed could do to sit still. He was ready and within ten seconds came with a loud groan. I could feel his semen explode inside me. I could feel it running out of my vagina. I could feel him pulsing inside me. It was the most fulfilling feeling I could imagine. I continued to ride up and down along that hard erection, letting it come nearly all the way out, touching the lips of my labia, then pushing down, forcing it all the way up inside my body. I never felt more like I was part of Ed than with his penis inside me.

I just sat there on his lap, his still hard penis impaling me, giving us both wonderful feelings. We kissed. We fondled each other. We hugged. He kissed the tops of my breasts. I licked his ears and kissed his neck. He ran his hands along my sides, across my chest and brushed my nipples. I shivered and started moving up and down on his hard penis again. I rocked my hips forward and backward to place my clitoris in just the right place. I was getting hotter and hotter. I was moving faster and faster. I was breathing harder and harder. I rocked, back and forth. I moved up and down. I could feel his penis moving inside me. I could feel the wetness growing as his juices spread inside and leaked outside. I could hear the sucking noise as we moved apart and could feel the head of his penis rub the inside of my vagina.

I leaned down and kissed him hard as I felt the climax coming and then suddenly I came with the loudest crash of my life. I screamed, then kissed him again, harder than ever before. Then, Ed came again, bucking his hips up into me with more strength than I could remember. I felt another gush of warm liquid leap inside me. I felt the warmness spread throughout my belly. I collapsed onto him, holding him tightly, his wonderful, hard, erect penis holding me onto his strong, masculine lap. I was truly in love with a truly wonderful man.

He leaned over and kissed my neck. Then, carefully, he picked me up. His penis pulled slowly out of me, and he carried me over to the bedroom. He laid me down and leaned over me.

"You are the most wonderful woman in the world, Marcia. You are the most wonderful woman in my life, Mrs. Tucker."

I thrilled to hear those words.

"Mrs. Tucker," I said. "I never believed I would ever have that name."

"You deserve it. You deserve everything I can give you."

"Take off your clothes, Mr. Tucker."

He moved back and slowly undressed. By the time he was naked, he had that wonderful erection back again.

"I love your penis," I said. "That's something I never thought I would say."

"I love what you do with it. I love your body. I love your breasts. I love your tummy. I love your vagina."

"Come here, you wonderful man."

He leaned over the bed and I reached out and took his penis in my hand. I rubbed it and felt all the familiar bumps and ridges. I looked at the tip and saw the juices of his love for me seeping out of the tiny hole.

"I want to do you with my mouth," I said. "Lay down."

"I get to go down on you, too."

"Can you get to me through all these clothes?"

"I can get to you through anything."

He lay down on his side, as did I and I took his penis into my mouth. He moved the layers of dress and petticoats and I felt his soft tongue touch my most sensitive parts. I nearly stopped licking him, it felt so wonderful. He worked so hard when he went down on me. He was obsessed with making me come when he did that. I kept moving my mouth up and down and licked along the entire length of his erection. He licked my clitoris and moved his finger up inside me. I wasn't going to last long. I could feel the culmination coming very soon.

I put my mouth over the end of his hard penis waiting for the wonderful finish of Ed's loving work. I could feel his tongue. I could feel his lips. I could feel his fingers working the juices around my vagina and labia. I could feel my excitement growing, and growing. Then, with that now familiar crash in my ears, I fell over the edge and came. My hips moved involuntarily. My legs closed around Ed's head, holding him to my hot crotch. I must have crushed his head between my thighs. My mouth rammed down around his erection, taking it all the way in, down my throat. I was out of control. I didn't even gag. I just swallowed his wonderful penis as far as I could. Then I felt his hips move and he came, pouring his wonderful fluid inside my throat. I sucked and sucked. Semen ran down my throat. Semen ran out of my mouth and down my chin. I loved it.

"I need you inside me," I was saying, breathlessly. I was desperate for his penis to enter me. I had to feet that hot hardness open me up and fill my insides. Slowly, Ed untangled himself from my skirts, petticoats, and legs. He turned me over carefully and began unbuttoning my dress.

"Please, Ed, come inside me."

I reached out to him and pulled him down to me. He resisted and I pulled harder, pulling his mouth down to mine, kissing him with all my passion.

"Let me undress you."

"Ed, I need you inside me."

"And I want to be inside you. Let me see you naked. I want to see your beautiful body beneath me when we make love."

I looked up at Ed. He was so handsome. His eyes showed nothing but love for me. His body was so perfect. His penis was already engorging, getting ready for the moment I could not wait for. I just lay there limply allowing him to lovingly undress me. He helped me out of the dress and then out of the petticoats. I was laying there in my garters, hose, and corset. He unlaced the corset and my breasts sprang free for the first time since early this morning. They ached for his hands and mouth. He slipped my shoes off then my garters and hose.

I was naked beneath my new husband. He looked at me lying there, so vulnerable, so desirable. My breasts were just for him. My vagina was just for him. My whole body, lying exposed under his gaze, just for him. He rubbed my belly with his hand. He licked my nipples. I shivered as I always shivered when he did that. He looked down at me lying underneath him. I looked back up at him and blew him a kiss. He leaned down and kissed me. Then, ever so slowly, he moved over me and in an instant his wonderful manhood slipped inside my womanhood. I was in love all over again.

He slid his penis in and out ever so slowly and lovingly. I moved my hips to match his movements. I could hear the sexy sound of our juices combining inside my vagina as he pulled nearly all the way out then slowly pushed all the way in. He covered my mouth with his. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding myself to him, not letting him get away for even a second. I just wanted to have that man inside me forever. I just wanted to come together forever. I just wanted him to love me forever.

 

 

Afterword

 

I wrote The House on Sackett Street six years ago, not long after I married Ed. I was still very much a newly wed and very much into the amorous aspects of marriage, sex, and my new life. Things have matured and I now see things from a different perspective. Ed and I are still very much in love and we make just as passionate love as we did seven years ago when we met. I guess I just don't need to write about it as much.

As I write this, I am sitting in my new house, no longer on Sackett Street. I have a wonderful family. My husband, Ed, my daughter, Emily, a new baby son, and even a cat and a small dog keep me company and certainly keep me busy.

Ed still works downtown and I still write, publishing articles in various magazines every so often and even one short romance novel. It is still very hard to imagine all that I have gone through during these past years. My daughter is nearly seven, now, and doing quite well in school. My son, still an infant, still nursing, takes a lot of my time. Even so, I have been able to go back to school and take one or two courses to help me with my writing.

My new house is not far from Sackett Street, and not far from Debbie's home. Debbie lives by herself, now, the children having both moved away to college. I see her often, both at church and otherwise. We are very close, although not as close as I wrote in this story. We see each other as sisters, now, although, I must admit, that we have sampled each other's wares on occasion, just for memory's sake.

So, has it all been worth it? Has the loss of one life and the changes wrought upon other lives been worth the pain of the change? Perhaps. I am happy, although there are times when I wonder what would have happened to my service career had I been able to keep going. I wonder how my life as a father and husband would have been. I wonder how my relationship with my son and daughter would have been.

While Ed, Debbie, and my children are fully aware of all that has occurred, things can never be completely normal. As it is now, I am a relatively unknown author, writing short stories and trying to break into the romance novel market. It's hard, but it has been rewarding. I have been able to raise a beautiful daughter who would have been abused or otherwise have had a bad life. I have been able to live with a wonderful partner who has taken care of me and who loves me dearly. Would I do it all over again? Probably not, but given the circumstances that led me to the decision, I have no regrets. I am fifty years old, now. I am a respected woman in the life of our church. I am the respected mother of Emily and recognized as an authority on some issues at the local parent teacher organization. I have done well, and, God willing will continue so to do. I offer my best wishes to those who have great expectations, as well as to those who have great expectations thrust upon them.

 

 

 

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