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Midnight Downloads
by Wendy-J
Wendy-J@KimEM.net
© 1999-2004 Wendy-J All Rights Reserved.
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Part-24
Monday Night September 14^th

Back at the Wilson home, Donna was frantically pacing the floor of the foyer. She kept looking out the window in hopes of seeing Jan pull up with the girls.

Hearing a car in the driveway she ran for the mudroom and opened the door. Jan was shutting down the engine to the wagon, but she was alone! Then, hearing another car, she looked up and saw Tina's red car backing down the driveway, straight as an arrow and moving just as quickly as Jan had pulling the wagon in. She smiled, that has to be Sam at the wheel she thought. When the car came to a halt she didn't waste any time waiting for Tina to get out of the car. She opened the door and all but lifted the tall girl out of her seat.

"I've been worried sick," She said hugging the girl to her.

"Donna, we're sort of pushing the clock here," Jan said. "Let's get inside and see about dinner. You and Sam have appointments with Dr. Eastman tonight at eight."

"I made a nice soup and some hot roast beef sandwiches," she said to no-one in particular. "Doesn't that sound yummy?" she cooed into Tina's hair as she led her into the house.

"Aunt Donna, I really just want to go lie down for a while. I'm sorry, but I'm not really hungry right now."

"That's okay, Sweetheart, I understand. You go ahead and rest. I'll bring a tray up for you in case you change your mind." Tina looked balefully at Sam.

"Get used to it, Tee," Sam said with a smile. "You're family now."

"Ma, why don't I take Tina up to her room?" Sam offered in an attempt to extricate Tina from Donna. "I'm sure Aunt Jan wants to talk to you, anyway."

Donna smiled letting go of Tina. "You going to be all right, Honey?" she asked Tina.

Tina kissed her on the cheek and said, "I'll be fine, Aunt Donna, thanks."

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The girls were lying on the bed, on their sides, belly to belly, talking.

"I just panicked, Sam. I don't remember a thing after that."

"Well, you gave him something to remember you," she said giggling.

"But why, Sam? Why?"

"I don't know, Tee, I wish I did."

There was a soft knock on the door as it swung open slowly. Donna came in with a tray full of food. She set it on the dresser and turned to face the girls. "I know I sometimes overdo things a bit, Girls, but it's the only way I know to show you that…"

"I think I understand, Aunt Donna. Thank you."

"Ma, I…"

"We'll talk about it later," Donna said crossing the room. "Eat your dinner, we have to leave shortly." She kissed each girl on the forehead and left the room. Tina looked panicked.

"Nurse Archer said you might feel that way."

"What way?"

"You don't want me to leave you, even for a minute, do you?"

Tina turned away in shame, "No, I don't."

"Then you'll just have to come along with us," Sam said as she got up to retrieve the tray.

"But…"

"No buts. Eat."

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In the Kitchen the two women were putting the dishes into the dishwasher. "Grace said she thinks it was a combination things, Donna. The stress of becoming Tina in the first place, the stress of fending him off all those times in front of the class, the stress involved with finally being accepted by her peers, her fear of losing that acceptance and her fear of the ridicule she and Sam would face if the rest of the school found out. All of that stress rolled itself into that one instant when that…boy…grabbed her. All of that combined, is what caused her to have a brief break with reality."

"The poor girl." Donna was close to tears.

"Why don't you go get changed? I have to call Dr. Bennett, then I can drive you over to Dr. Eastman's."

"What about Tina? You can't just leave her here?"

"I don't think she's going to let Sam out of her sight for a while."

"Then bring her along, Jan."

"That may be a bit uncomfortable for you, Donna. Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Bring her. … Do you think we could pick up my car on the way back?"

"I don't see why not. I have a call to make, excuse me, please."

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Marjorie turned down the bed and started to put a mattress guard down on the satin sheets.

"Get that out of here!" Jenny snapped.

"But…"

"I will not demean her by treating her like a baby, or some…some…geriatric throwaway! Is that understood?"

"Yes'm."

"I'm sorry, Marjorie, I…"

"Don't, Mrs. Winchester. Please don't. I understand. I'll go help Joanne."

Jennifer sank into the Victorian wing chair at the foot of the bed. "God, Linda, I am so sorry," she said to the empty room, as she tried valiantly to maintain her composure.

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Jan pulled the wagon into the parking lot of the building. It was far from what she expected. The doctor's office looked like a small modular, double wide ranch house. With the exception of the parking lot and a sign by the door, the building looked like someone's home. A small brass placard on the door, at eye level read: "Please Come In." The small group did just that.

Inside, the reception area looked like a living room and partially separated kitchen area that ran the width of the building. In place of the dining area was a small desk to the left of the door with filing cabinets behind it lining the wall. Except for the reception area, it looked like a regular home. An attractive, well-dressed, somewhat overweight woman sat at the desk.

"Hello," she said coming to her feet. "I'm Eileen Eastman." Her smile was genuine and full of warmth.

Never one to be caught off guard by her surroundings, Jan made the introductions. "Hello, Doctor, I'm Janice Wilson, I believe we spoke on the phone?" Doctor Eastman smiled and nodded. "This," she said nodding her head in the woman's direction, "is Donna Boone. The Siamese twins here," Tina and Sam blushed, "are my daughter Tina and Donna's daughter Sam."

"Please excuse me for being caught a bit off guard. I was only expecting the Boone's. In any case, why don't you all come inside and get comfortable. I have some forms for you to fill out and…"

"Dr. Eastman," Jan began.

"Please, just call me Eileen," said the doctor with a smile.

"Eileen," Jan started again, "Tina and I aren't here to see you professionally. We've had a bit of a family crisis and short of cancelling the appointment on short notice, this was the only other option."

"I see. Please, get comfortable, I'll be right back with some paperwork for you Donna, Sam.

"If you'd like something to drink, I have a self service kitchen right over here," she said pointing to the open kitchen area partially separated from the living room by an island/bar. There was a commercial "Bunn" coffee service machine on one of the counters. "Please, help yourselves." Eileen bustled out of the room and down the hall by the filing cabinets.

Tina and Sam took a seat in a corner of the sofa. Sam sat slouched with her back to the corner and her left arm draped over the arm of the couch. Tina snuggled in to Sam as tightly as she could, her head resting squarely in Sam's bosom. Sam's right arm was laid protectively over her shoulders. To their left, Jan sat rather rigidly and almost primly in the middle of the loveseat. Donna busied herself in the kitchen making tea. When Eileen reappeared with clipboards and pens in hand, Donna asked, "I was just making some tea. Would you like a cup?"

"Yes, please, Donna," Eileen said. "Interesting," she thought.

"Jan?"

"No, thank you, Donna."

"Girls?"

Sam looked at Tina. She shook her head no. "No, thanks, Ma."

Eileen watched the exchange with Sam and Tina. "Fascinating, just like a married couple. Are they lovers? And what has Tina so upset that she won't let go of Sam? Not just not let Sam out of her site, but to not physically let go?" she mused.

Eileen looked about the room noting how and where everyone chose to sit. She smiled and took a seat in an overstuffed chair that faced the conversational grouping of furniture.

Donna followed her in with a small tray and set it on the coffee table. "How do you take yours?" she asked.

"Cream and sugar, please."

Donna made up the cup and handed it to the doctor. "Thank you Donna." Holding out the two clipboards she said, "If you would be so kind as to fill out these forms while we talk, I think we can get started."

Donna looked at the forms and then at Sam. She and Tina were so intertwined she asked, "Would you like me to start on this for you?"

"Sure, Ma," she smiled. "Thanks."

"Masculine speech patterns…" Eileen was mentally cataloguing everything.

Donna took a seat on the sofa near Sam.

"Is this a desire to be close to or to protect Sam?" Eileen thought. "Or is it from an insecurity and/or inferiority? If it's to be close, is it because Sam is so outwardly masculine that it's the only way she can feel close to her? Or is it a result of her inability to protect Sam from her father?"

"Why don't I start off by explaining who I am and what my qualifications are? If we're going to be working together, you need to be able to trust me. I think part of that trust comes with knowing what you can expect from me, so…"

While Eileen talked she watched the group closely. She continued cataloguing her observations in her mind as she spoke to the small group of people before her.

Eileen's mind silently ticked off her observations. "Based on her appearance and masculine behaviour, Sam's obviously going through some form of identity crisis. But is that all? She's obviously not the only victim of abuse. Donna is exhibiting classic battered spousal tendencies. Tina was the object or subject or both in the family crisis Jan alluded to. And Janice seems to be so very in control that I think she's bordering on being out of control. She needs to talk to someone and soon.

"Do you have any questions about any of that?" she said aloud. Both Donna and Sam shook their heads. Good. I'll leave you to fill out those forms. While you're doing that, please give some thought to what you are going to tell me about why you're here. Janice, may I see you in my office for a moment?"

Startled, Jan looked up at the now standing woman. "Umm… Sure, Eileen."

Jan followed Eileen into a cosy, professional looking office just off the hall. This was much more in keeping with what she had expected the doctor's offices to be like.

"Please, have a seat, Jan. You don't have a clue as to why I want to talk to you, do you?"

"To be perfectly honest with you…no."

"You've been holding this little rag tag band of an extended family together. That's obvious by the way you seem to take charge. You've done a wonderful job of it, too, I might add. But you've been putting up so strong a front, for so long now, that you look like you're ready to collapse. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Is it that obvious?" Jan asked evenly.

"Only to the professional eye, Dear. Those forms are going to take Donna about half an hour to complete. If you'd like, we can talk now, or I can recommend someone for you if you'd prefer. I would feel much better if you had someone you could talk to."

"I've been so busy trying to get everyone else taken care of that I haven't had a minute to myself. I think I'd like to talk. You're sure it won't get in the way of Donna and…"

"Absolutely not. They're out of harms way, no doubt, thanks to you. What they need now is time and space to work on their issues. You, on the other hand, are still in the thick of it. I think we can start without the paperwork for once. Tell me, what happened to Tina today that has her so attached to Sam, and you so close to crumbling?

Jan's eyebrows went up at this, but described the assault in as much detail as she could. Then she proceeded to explain the events of the past week, leaving the more interesting details about "The Organization" out. When Jan told Eileen that Tina was actually born Ernie, she was incredulous.

"No wonder Tina had a break down! I'm surprised that you haven't had one yet."

"To be honest, Eileen, I don't think I've had the time," she said with a weak laugh.

"No, I don't imagine you have. I'll tell you, Jan, from what I've seen, and from what you've told me about Tina, she's made the right choice. Just treat her as if she were born your daughter and everything should be just fine."

Jan smiled at this.

"Jan, what I'm saying is this: If Tina were born your daughter, would any curfews be different? Then make them different. As an example, if Ernie is allowed out till midnight, but your natural daughter Tina would only be allowed out till eleven, then Tina's curfew is now eleven. Any social restrictions you would have placed on her as well. You know, things like your meeting the boy before the date and so on.

"I believe you're doing the right thing. By the look of her, Tina would never be successful as a man. I'd wager she wasn't successful as a boy."

"No, she never did make a successful boy. As a matter of fact, I'm not sure I ever saw her as one."

Eileen looked at her watch. "I think we'd better get back out there. Here are the same forms that I gave to Donna. Why don't you take them with you and get them back to me as soon as you can. Would you like to schedule another appointment now?"

"I'll need to consult my schedule, Eileen. I'll call you tomorrow on that."

"Fine. Shall we get back out there?"

"Let's."

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Donna had finished the forms and was chatting quietly with Sam and Tina when Jan, followed by Eileen came into the room.

"I see you've finished with the forms. I hope we didn't keep you waiting long."

"No, not at all."

"Good. So, who'd like to go first? Or, would you rather I handle it as a group session?"

Donna looked nervously about the room and said, "I think I'll go first, Eileen."

"Why don't you come back with me then?" Dona stood and followed her out of the room.

Jan looked at the girls on the sofa and said, "Tina, eventually you're going to have to let go. Sam's bound to have to use the bathroom sooner or later."

Tina giggled nervously and sat up. "I'm sorry, Sam."

"Don't be. I think I'd be the same way if the tables had been reversed." She took Tina's hand in hers and said, "Besides, I kind of liked it."

Jan sat next to the teens and took each of their free hands. "Sam, I want to thank you for being there today."

"I didn't do any…"

"You were there. That's all that matters. And you," she said looking Tina in the eyes, "don't you ever feel bad or embarrassed about how you reacted. It was a normal reaction, given the circumstances. I'm proud of you both.

"Tina, when it's Sam's turn to talk to Eileen, do you think I could substitute for Sam so that she can talk in private?" Tina swallowed nervously and nodded her head. "Good girl. I know it's hard."

The trio sat quietly huddled together drawing strength from each other. When Eileen and Donna returned Sam started to stand up. Tina flinched at the movement. Sam stopped and looked down at her, still holding her hand.

Tina smiled and said, "I'll be all right, you go ahead. I have my mommy to keep me safe." And giggling, she snuggled into her mother's bosom.

Eileen started laughing heartily. "It's a miracle! They've been separated!"

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Later that night, Tina refused to go to bed without Sam. "If I sit here until you fall asleep, will you be okay?"

Tina nodded. "Every time I close my eyes I see him leering down at me, Sam. Please, just stay close for a bit."

When her breathing changed, Sam slipped from the room. Jan was standing in the hall waiting.

"Is she asleep?"

"Yeah, she said she keeps seeing him leering at her when she closes her eyes. I'm scared Aunt Jan."

"So am I, Honey, so am I. Eileen said we could expect her to have nightmares for a few days. I hope she's wrong."

"I felt so helpless, when it happened. All I could do was stand there and watch. I tried to warn her, but…"

"Hush, now," Jan said hugging her. "Come on, let's get you to bed now."

After tucking her in, Jan sat on the edge of Sam's bed, stroking her hair, comforting her until she fell asleep. Then Jan went to the kitchen for a cup of chamomile tea.

Donna came down just as she was pouring the water into her mug. "You couldn't sleep either, huh?"

"No. I just looked in on them, they seem to be sleeping soundly."

"Good. Would you like a cup?"

"Umm…"

"It's chamomile. It'll help you relax so that you can get to sleep."

"Yes, that sounds good. Thank you." Jan made another cup.

"Shall we?" She said motioning to the table.

"Yes, I think we shall." They both sat down.

After a minute of strained silence Jan said, "I expect Tina to wake around three or so."

"What makes you say that?"

"That seemed to be about the time she had her nightmares after her father died. Eileen said there were bound to be nightmares following this, so…"

"I see."

"When her father died, Tina would wake up screaming. You know, it's funny… Even then… when I think about it, she sounded just like a little girl when she did that. Did Sam ever have nightmares?"

"Not that I know of. From the day I brought her home from the hospital, she's had her own room. If she's ever had any nightmares she's kept them to herself."

"Since she was an infant? Didn't you want her in the room…"

"Jim wouldn't hear of it. He said she needed to get used to sleeping on her own and that the best way to do that was to make her learn early."

"I can't imagine…"

"I didn't know any better, Jan. Today, when I think about it, I think it's because she was a girl and not a boy. I really think he held it against her that she wasn't born male."

"I wasn't blaming you, Donna. It's just… Frank was so different. I had to tell him that it was time Tina's crib was put into the nursery. They loved each other so…" A tear ran down Jan's cheek.

Donna took Jan's hand in hers. "You miss him, don't you?"

"Yes. We were childhood sweethearts. You know, the whole storybook thing. We got married right out of high school. I was only seventeen and he was nineteen. I thought he could walk on water, if he wanted to. We were young and in love, Donna. It was the most wonderful time of my life. No-one could talk us out of it. I threatened to elope with him if my parents refused to let me marry him! Tina was born seven months later. I was only eighteen, I guess we weren't as careful as I thought," she smiled at the memory.

"Frank supported us while he went to school. I lived through it and I still don't know how we managed. There were times where we had no idea how we were going to pay the rent buy food and pay his tuition. But somehow we always did. The money always seemed to appear as if by magic, just when we needed it. He was always so strong and loving, he never had a cross word or thought about anyone. Gods, I miss him, Donna. I miss him more now than when…"

Donna held her friend's hand and remained quiet while she cried.

When the tears finally stopped Jan said, "I'm sorry, Donna. I didn't mean to…"

"When was the last time you had someone to talk with? I mean about things like this?" Jan just shook her head. "You're entitled to a good cry every now and again. It's a woman's right. Come on, let's cleanup our mess and get to bed. Three o'clock comes early."

"I hope she was wrong, Donna. Gods, I hope she was wrong."

"Were they that bad?"

Jan just nodded.

"Then let's get to sleep. It sounds like we'll need it."

Jan woke at three…to a quiet house. She got up, padded down the hall to Tina's room and looked in on her. She seemed to be sleeping soundly. "Sleep well, Sweetheart," she whispered and kissed Tina's forehead. Jan went back to bed and fell asleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

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Tuesday Morning September 15^th

Sam sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding in her chest! "What?" A blood-curdling scream came from the hall!

"Tina!" Sam called out as she jumped out of bed and ran into Tina's room.

Tina was sitting up; her blankets clutched in her fists, eyes pressed closed crying and screaming as if her life depended on it. Running to her side, Sam held onto her and rocked.

"I'm here, Honey. I'm right here. It's only a bad dream. I'm right here."

Jan and Donna all but ran into each other in the hall, just as Tina quieted down to heart felt sobs.

"Is that what you meant?!?" Donna asked, her face pale as a sheet, as they ran down the hall.

"Yes!" Jan called over her shoulder. "Christ I hoped this wouldn't happen." They both stopped short in the door way to Tina's room when they saw Sam rocking Tina, calming her down.

"Are you okay, Sam?" Jan whispered.

Sam just nodded her head.

Jan closed the door to the room. "Want some coffee?" She asked.

"I think a Valium would be better," was Donna's frazzled response.

"At least she waited for a reasonable hour."

"What time is it?"

"Five."

"Coffee sounds good. Let me get my slippers."

In the kitchen the women were talking about Tina's nightmares. "After Frank died, it was really hard on her."

"I can imagine, Daddy's little girl with no Daddy…" Donna caught herself and stopped, putting her hand to her mouth in shock and embarrassment."

"No, Donna, it is funny," Jan said with a sad smile. "I haven't used a masculine pronoun for her since this started. You haven't either. Here I am talking about the child I gave birth to and reared for eighteen years, and I'm not stumbling over personal pronouns or names. I'm talking about when Frank died, that was over seven years ago, and I'm still saying Tina, not Ernie. I'm using the feminine personal pronouns she and her not the masculine he or him. It's okay, really.

"Tina…'Ernie' shared a special bond with Frank from the day 'he' was born. Almost like a Daddy and his little girl and father and son combined. I wonder if he ever saw 'Ernie' that way? As his daughter I mean. Maybe I never saw my son, as my son. I mean, listen to me. That child upstairs is my son, isn't she?"

Donna giggled at the slip. "Are you listening to yourself?"

Jan laughed. "I did it again, didn't I?"

Donna nodded, smiling. "I don't know about the bonds or the closeness, Jan. I really don't have anything to compare it to. Our family was never what you would call close. James always distanced himself from me. Especially after Sam was born. Did you know he blamed me for not giving him a son?

I remember the bond I had with my mother…" she smiled wistfully. "But I think that's a bit different. Sam and I never really had one. And I don't think James knows what bonding is. To him it's making a skim coat stick to the floor beneath it," she said derisively.

"And as for your son, I'm sorry Jan, but ever since I first set eyes on her I've fought to call her by a masculine pronoun. One look at that child was all it took. You can ask Sam about it if you like. I was always getting the pronouns confused. From that moment on he was she in my mind."

"I suppose you're right, Donna. I just never saw it that way before. Anyway, after Frank passed on, Tina started having nightmares. Things like her father stepping in front of bullets for her, or pushing her out of the way of a train saving her, only to get hit by the train himself. The imagery was always gruesome and quite vivid. She'd talk about the blood and everything being on her, how she could taste it, feel it… It's no wonder she'd wake up screaming. To tell you the truth, I'm scared to think about what she saw in her dream tonight."

Donna shuddered. " If I had dreams like that I imagine I'd wake up screaming, too. Gods… Didn't you take her to anyone? I mean…"

"It seemed like I took her to dozens of doctors, Donna. They all -- every last one of them -- said that this type of thing was normal. That it's a healthy form of psychological release. Somehow, I never saw it that way. One doctor went so far as to tell me he'd be worried if she didn't have nightmares. Can you imagine that?"

"I don't know, Jan. Lately I feel so inadequate as a mother I wouldn't even begin to…"

"Don't you ever say that, Donna! Look at Sam…"

"That's what I mean, Jan! Look at her! She looks like…like…"

"Donna, you can't blame yourself for something you have no control over. You raised a beautiful, kind, wonderful person. How can you put yourself down for that?"

"So why do I feel that somehow, this is all my fault?"

"Because you're a mother, that's why." She smiled and held Donna's hand for a minute.

"I wonder if Sam ever got Tina back to sleep. Sometimes I'd wind up staying up all night just trying to calm her down."

After all this coffee I have to um…why don't I look in on her while I'm at it?"

Jan smiled. "I'll be right here, Donna."

Donna went up to check on the girls. They were snuggled together under the covers, sound asleep. "The magic of youth…" she mumbled under her breath as she pulled the door closed.

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The body under the satin and lace coverlet stirred, waking the other occupant of the room. In the dim light of a bedside lamp, Jennifer Winchester looked at the form in the bed and smiled wistfully. She stood slowly, the old-fashioned lap quilt that was draped over her fell to the floor.

"Joanne's work, no doubt." she thought with a smile, as she picked it up from the floor and draped it neatly over the back of the chair.

Trying vainly to stretch out the kinks and cricks sleeping in the upright chair had given her; she made her way slowly to the side of the bed. Her smile warmed at the sight of the young woman lying there. Jenny sat on the edge of the antique sleigh bed and tenderly brushed the golden curls out of the beautiful, sleeping woman's face. "She looks so peaceful when she sleeps," she thought.

It was still dark outside, but the birds were waking and their calls added a surrealistic, dream-like quality to the atmosphere of the dim room. Linda's eyes fluttered open. She began to sit up with a start, recognizing the woman touching her face. "Hush, Linda, relax, you're safe."

"Jenny, I…what…where am I?"

"In…my spare bedroom," she said it as if she hated the phrase. "Did you sleep well?"

"I…" The events of the previous day came flooding back to her and she started to weep silently into her pillow.

"I know, Honey, I know. Let it all out." Bending down Jenny held her as tightly as she could and cried with her.

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Sam felt all warm and cuddly, lying there with Tina spooned so tightly against her back. "I could get used to this," she thought. Tina stirred behind her and put her arm over Sam's shoulder, pulling her closer. "Yes, I could definitely get used to this."

"Morning," Tina said dreamily. "Mmm… you feel nice."

Sam squirmed trying to press closer.

"You know, I think I like waking up like... Tina?"

"Hmmm?" She sounded like she was still half-asleep.

"I think you need to take a shower, Honey," Sam said giggling, but she still didn't move, it just felt too good. So warm…and…yummy...and…

"Tina."

"Uh huh?" came the dreamy response.

"Tina, wake up. Ooooh!" Sam sighed as Tina shifted, coming slowly to her senses. "Damn it Tina, please!" she said huskily.

"Wha?!?" And suddenly Tina wasn't there.

Turning over in the bed, Sam looked at Tina and shook her head smiling. Tina was on her stomach clutching her pillow to her face.

"That was nice," Sam said putting her arm around Tina and snuggling up to her. "Almost too nice." She kissed Tina's neck.

"Look at me, Sweetie." Tina looked up, a tear had started making its way slowly down her cheek. Sam kissed it away. "I love you, Silly. I'm not mad at you."

"But I almost…"

"And it felt good, too." She kissed Tina again, this time on the lips. "Now get in the shower before we both get in trouble." And she gave the teen a little shove.

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"I think it's time to wake sleeping beauty," Jan said looking at the clock. It was eight ten. "Dr. Bennett said he'd be by at ten…and you know what Tina's like in the morning."

Donna giggled. "Yes, I suppose I do at that. I'll put on a fresh pot of coffee and get the toast going," she said with a smile.

Jan tapped lightly on the door and pushed it open. Sam was still snuggled under the covers, but Tina was already in the shower. "I take it you're responsible for this?" Jan said with a smile.

Sam nodded her head vigorously, the smile on her face stretched from ear to ear. "But I wasn't happy about it!" she giggled.

Jan laughed. "I assume you've noticed you aren't going to school today."

"I figured as much when I saw the clock. What's up?"

"Tina has an appointment with Dr. Bennett today. "

"But…"

"I thought you should meet him, too. He'll be here at ten."

"HERE!?! At ten?!?" Sam jumped out of the bed. She looked about frantically for her clothes. All she was wearing was a pair of jockey shorts and an athletic shirt.

"I don't think you brought anything in here this morning Sweetie," Jan said with a laugh as Sam ran from the room.

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"Well that was easy," Jan said to Donna and she related the scene she'd just witnessed.

The girls both came down the stairs together about twenty minutes later. Sam, again looking like an urban commando, and Tina in jeans, a sweater and heels, her hair still wrapped in a towel.

"Nice look," Jan quipped, "very sheik."

Tina stuck her tongue out petulantly as she headed for the coffeepot.

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Continued in Part-25

  

  

  

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