School Maid           by: Anne O’Nonymous

 

Part Five--Shopping For The Fun Of It All.

Mayfair Gardens was a large shopping center that catered to most of the surrounding area. There were upscale shops, hardware stores, restaurants and other stores. Mindy Lou’s was a well-known place, catering to women of all ages -- this was where Terri was dragging, well not actually, Michelle. The store was quite busy at this time of day.

Upon entering the store, they were immediately met by a large (read: amazon) woman. She was 6’3" tall, towering over Michelle like a statue. Copper hair cascaded down to her shoulders and back, emerald eyes flashing, and an ear-to-ear smile that just overwhelmed everyone into wanting to be her friend.

"Hi, Terri! Who’s your little friend," the giantess asked, in a voice that was too gentle, considering her size.

"Hi, Nan! Nancy McCoy, I’d like you to meet Michelle Roberts, a special maid of Ms. Murphy. Michelle, this long drink of water is Nancy McCoy. She once played basketball at the school, until she was injured. Mary helped her go into business about three years ago, and this is her store."

As Nancy shook Michelle’s hand, she saw the huge disparity in size. The hug that followed had Michelle off the ground, but despite the size, she was extremely tender, and she felt loved rather than crushed.

"The place is named ‘Mindy Lou’s’ in honor of my younger sister. She was attacked and killed while I was in school. That was the day I was injured, going for the ball. I wanted to win that game so badly that I threw precaution away. Going for a ball, I came down in a tangle. Broke an arm bone, tore a knee ligament and took an elbow to the face. Man, I was a mess. Luckily, on my face, only my big nose was broken -- they made it smaller. Not being able to play forced me to change my major to marketing, so now I have three stores in malls, and two more opening next month."

"Hey," Terri announced, "we came to shop, not to hear your life story! Usual discount?"

"Terri, I’m hurt. I’m just trying to be friendly," Nancy pouted, "Ten percent off if over two hundred, twenty percent all over five hundred."

"Sounds good! Let’s get a dressing room first, then grab the clothes."

In a few minutes the pair had a room. Michelle was left to hold down the fort, while Terri rounded up enough lingerie to fill a small suitcase.

"OK, strip down," Major Terri commanded.

Up to now, ‘Mike’ thought women went shopping, but this seemed to be more a military campaign. He saluted the Major, and soon got down to the nitty-gritty, or, in this case, panties and bra.

"Here, try these on,’ Terri said as she tossed a lime green bra-and-panty set in his general direction. Followed by a blue full slip, a white camisole and half-slip. Then, another slip, this one a lacy cream. A whirlwind of lacy silk, satin, nylon, and plain cotton underwear in a dozen or more pastel or fruit colors surrounded Michelle.

Michelle tried the slip first. "How’s this," she said, pirouetting. Terri nodded and grinned, happy to see Michelle apparently having fun!

There were panties, bras, more panties, camisoles, and three full slips tried on. Four half-slips went into the bag, then three bra-and-panty sets, three garter belts ("Where did they come from?" mused Michelle), the three full slips, so Terri had to get more treasures.

No matter how hard he tried, ‘Mike’ could not get over the amount of choices a woman had regarding underwear. He used to walk into a store, pick up packaged white T’s and Boxers, and go -- no fuss about sizes, colors or fabric. Cotton or nylon, that was about it.

The door open suddenly, and Nancy poked her head in. "How ya doin’? Need any help," she inquired.

"So many choices, so many colors and fabrics," Michelle said in bewilderment.

Nancy sat down, looked at Michelle, who appeared dazed, then said, "So, Mike, how are you doing . . . as a girl?"

"H . . ., How . . ., How did you," ‘Mike’ tried to get out without success.

"How do I know your name? I was the one who put you in the van! Mike, please forgive me. I was given orders to help get you."

"You! You’re the one?"

"No, there were others," Nancy interrupted.

‘Mike’ was upset. Finally, he knew who took him. "You know, of course, you could be charged with kidnapping. I could go to the police with what I know, and you would lose all that you worked so hard to get."

"Don’t you think I know that? I took a really big chance. Yeah, I could lose a lot, but what about Mary? She loses a lot more -- her position, prestige, but mostly her freedom."

"So, what about my freedom. My freedom to be a man. Hasn’t that been taken away?"

Nancy laughed. It was an unsettling laugh, like that of a madwoman! "Your freedom to be a man," she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "You want to be a man so you can go staring at the boobies on girls? Cop a feel on some unsuspecting victim! Fart whenever and wherever you want? Get a pretty girl drunk so you ‘can have your way with her’? Notice, I said ‘your’ way."

There he sat, a sight -- in panties and bra defending men, in general. What could he say in their defense, except he never did any of those things. Terri’s entrance saved his miserable, so he thought, hide.

"Found a few more . . . , am I interrupting something?"

"Having a discussion, Terri," Nancy replied, "Let me ask you something, Terri, is Mike a nice guy in all his frilly undies?"

"Nan, we work together. He does housework as well as any woman."

"OK," Nancy persisted, "how about at night? Is he good in bed?"

"Nan! I’m shocked that you would ask such a question," Terri replied, in mock horror. The horror quickly turned to a smile, as she said, "If you want, I’ll lend him to you -- then you can find out!"

Great! What was he? A rent-a-bedmate? Was he destined to be a slave for a dozen gorgeous women, their night time plaything? Well, bring it on. I’ll be brave -- at least I’ll save some other male from this fate!

Nancy, deep in thought, looked at him. "Do you know what it does to a woman when she trusts a man, then he turns around and rapes her? How about the old ‘she’s like every woman, I knew she wanted it.’ How about a sixteen-year-old girl who gets called a slut, or whore, just because she refuses to put out for a jock? They start to hate men. They lose trust in their loving instincts. Some become lesbians."

"So I’m being punished in their place . . ."

"Hell no! Mike, do I have to write you a ten-page letter? You, sweetheart, are just that. You wear dresses and other nice things because they make you as vulnerable as a woman, and still be a male. If you continue thinking of this as a punishment, that’s what it will be. Now if you look on it as a way of being integrated into the female society as a reward for your gentleness, you will see how much better it can be for you."

Now Terri started: "Mike, think on this. What we did to you, we tried to make it fun. Gloria, Connie, Chris, all the others were hurt by a male. They have, and I’m sure you’ll agree with me, every right to hate men! Now have they teased you excessively; beat you with a hairbrush, whip or crop; made you feel inferior; or, have they said nice things, like how pretty you are?"

Of course he knew the answer, but how could he admit to it? How does a man admit to liking the feel of clothing that should grace the body of a beautiful woman. Can he say he’s completely crazy, or sick, or just perverted. None of those statements seemed to fit. So, how does an ordinary guy say "I like the feel of panties, slips and nylons" without sounding like a sicko!

Terri answered for him, "I think that’s enough for today, Michelle. While you get dressed, I’ll take care of the bill!"

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Back at the car, the pair loaded seven shopping bags into the rear seat. Michelle opened the door for Terri, then got in the passenger side, in a very pensive mood. ‘Mike’ was confused about what was getting more complicated day after day.

Terri backed out of the parking place, and headed back to the mansion. "Michelle, how are you holding up?"

"I’m OK. Just confused on things. I always thought real men wore male clothes, did male things, and thought male thoughts."

"OK. If you were an American who went to Canada, would you be a Canadian?"

"No," came the prompt reply.

"OK, now if you were a North American, would you change if you went to Canada?"

"Oh, I get it. Males are American, also North American. Females are Canadians, but also North Americans!"

"Right, you are a visitor, but you can do Canadian things but still be an American. And we are, Canadians and Americans, North Americans. So, what do you think of Nancy?"

"She’s nice! She seems to have had a tough time with men."

Terri smiled, then broke out into laughter.

"Did I say something funny? Care to let me in on the joke."

Terri, still smiling, looked at Michelle, then replied, "Nan goes for men who wear the high heels!" After seeing the confused expression on Michelle’s face, continued, "She likes the soft, femmy males. The ones that know they are what they are, and don’t need to keep telling everybody about it."

The return trip was quick, soon arriving at the gates to the grounds. Terri opened the car door, punched the code into the keyboard, then watched as the gates slowly opened. Driving through, they stopped at a second keyboard, on the grounds proper, to delete the entry code.

"Michelle, when you go out, remember to punch in a code. When you return, use the code to re-enter, then delete when you are inside."

"Yes, Terri," Michelle replied. That simple statement meant a lot -- it was like she would now be free to come and go.

The car was parked, back seat emptied of bags, and taken into the house. Chris and Bettie greeted them, and took the results of the shopping upstairs.

"Most of the work is done," reported Chris, "where did you get to?"

"Had to deliver some papers to Mary, had lunch and went shopping," Terri said, "what’s left to be done?"

"Sit, relax. We’ll be finished soon. Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner tonight. I talked Gloria into it!"

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The next few days were delightful, Autumn weather not too severe. Some days were spent outside as the cooler times were coming on.

These were the days Michelle modeled her new wardrobe for Mary, Gloria, Bettie, Chris, and Susan, who had decided to stay for awhile.

Seems that Susan was on to something with the microminiature locator. The idea could be used in many other applications, besides humans. So her company decided to purchase a tract of land, owned by Mary incidentally, to build a manufacturing facility. It would mean employment for at least 300 people.

Connie and Dana left for their own grounds -- Michelle hoped Dana would find a good man, one that would love her as much as she would love him.

Friday came, and with it trouble.

It started with a simple phone call, received by Mary. All Michelle could hear was a hushed conversation, with her name mentioned. Then the receiver was replaced on its cradle, Mary uttered a few choice expletives, in Latin yet, and turned to Michelle standing nearby.

"Michelle, get a bag packed for about five days. Put in slacks, jeans and socks, no nylons. Take a few cosmetics, two or three nightgowns, a robe or two, as well as change out of your uniform. A nice blouse and slacks combo. I’ve got a job for you!"

Michelle curtsied, said, "Yes, ma’am," and hurried upstairs. There she removed the apron, uniform, cap, slip, heels and stockings, and substituted a pale yellow blouse, khaki slacks, white anklets and moccasins. A quick brush of her hair, a look in the mirror, and she was ready for whatever was to come.

Downstairs, Mary hurried off to find Terri to give her instructions also.

After a half hour of frenzied packing, Michelle had what she thought would be needed for a five-day stay. Unfortunately, it filled two suitcases!

Soon after, the bags were stowed in the car’s trunk, and Terri took the driver’s seat. Mary pulled Michelle into the rear seat, saying, "I’ve got something to tell you that’s important!"

When all were settled, seatbelts fastened, Terri started the car, then drove to the gate.

Meanwhile, Mary started: "I’ve received a phone call from a friend asking for help! There has been a series of attacks on women, on and off campus. She needs a volunteer to act as a decoy, and I volunteered your services. I know, I know! But, and this is a big but, you look and act like a female, you could draw the attacker. Also, I know you can protect yourself. Mike, say yes or no before we reach the gate -- I’ll respect your decision."

There was no hesitation. "Yes, what do you want me to do."

Mary’s eyes filled with tears of appreciation. He did not hesitate one bit, even though there was a possibility he could get hurt. "OK! Here’s what you’ll do."

Basically, she would be staying in a house, with four other girls, as a guest. She would travel through areas where attacks could possibly happen or were believed about to take place. The idea was to think like the offender, plan where he would strike next, plant a "victim," and grab him in the act. The only problem was the attacks all appeared to be random, or they have, as yet, not figured out the pattern.

"Michelle, honey, are you awake?"

"Yes, ma’am. I was just thinking about myself. I mean, what if these girls find I’m really a male! They’ll kill me!"

"The girls are being told as we speak. They agreed to whatever we want to do. You are, after all, an honorary member of Circe Unbound."

The look on Michelle(or Mike)’s face was priceless! "Since when?" came from a nearly speechless ‘Mike.’

"Do this for me, and I’ll make you a full member," Mary replied.

"Ma’am, when was I an honorary member," she repeated.

"When you said ‘yes’ to my request!"

Michelle spent the five hour ride thinking about how far she had come. The college was far behind her, no thoughts of returning occurred to her. The housework was actually pleasant, or maybe it was the company. Was a college degree really necessary for him? The big question that really could not be answered, in ‘his’ mind at least, was "Is it really that bad being a female?" Well, he didn’t know . . . he seemed to have the best of both worlds.

"We’re he-re!" from Mary brought Michelle out of a slumber. The car was parked in front of an old Victorian mansion. A set of wooden steps lead up to a green-painted railed wooden porch, with a pillar-supported balcony just above it, which extended across the front of the three-story brick house. Each window above the first floor had a green shutter that seemed to be there merely for decorative purposes. As they walked up the steps, a large wooden door with a brass knocker, their destination, there was a feeling they’re being watched -- a security camera was mounted on the wall, to the right. Terri, using the knocker, rapped on the door and waited. Michelle used the time to get her bags from the car.

The door opened slowly and an inquiring "yes," came from an attractive girl, then recognition swept over her face, "Oh, Ms. Murphy! I’m so glad you’re here! Come in, please, and sit." She pulled the door wide open to admit the group. "Tina, get the bags and put them in Kim’s room!" she said to another person, hidden from view. The trio entered the house and moved to the common area, as Tina went to do her chores.

"Oh, I’m sorry . . . my name’s Charley, short for Charlotte. Tina is this week’s gofer. I guess everybody’s here," she announced, after a quick look around.

Michelle looked around the fairly neat room. The room was painted in a neutral pastel, with "oak" furniture in various parts. A card table was set up in one corner, a "U" shaped, floral-patterned couch setting in front of a fireplace, a desk in another corner, and three bookcases lined the walls. A rather large crystal chandelier, hanging over the couches, along with several torchiere lamps, illuminated the area. Funny not to see sweaters and coats strewn all over, books in various parts of the room, and pizza remains in the carpet.

Michelle waited until Ms. Murphy sat, then took a seat next to Terri.

"So, this is our decoy," Charley proclaimed, "If you’re hungry, there’s Chinese coming, and two pizzas. Our cook has some late classes today."

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Half an hour had passed, Chinese food arrived, along with the pizzas. Questions about the "stalker" yielded the following information: he seemed to strike at random; there were nine victims, four on campus and two just off campus; three victims were in others parts of the town and were listed as ‘possibles’ because of the same m.o.; there was no definite description -- the attacker wore a disguise each time, and usually it was attack to get the victim down, punch in face or ribs, kick to side, rob and flee. Most of the females weren’t robbed of money, just something they happened to have!

Michelle, while nibbling on a slice of pizza, took a look at the girls around her. "Charley" was typical, dressed in jeans and sweater. She was cute, with reddish-brown hair done up in a ponytail and brown eyes -- a lack of makeup was obvious.

Next, Kendra, aka Ken. Jet black hair cut very short, very mannish. The question, was she a lesbian, entered Michelle’s mind. "Ken" had beautiful green eyes, and luscious red lips -- what a waste! The shorts she wore showed two exquisite legs. She should have been the decoy! On the other hand, she’d attract half the males on campus.

Jenny was very pretty in the face. Too bad she appeared to be overweight! Blonde hair flowed to her shoulders, blue eyes, small pert nose, and a lovely smile. Lose the excess weight and she would be healthier.

Paula was like Terri, possibly a shade lighter. She looked like a workout freak, as she was very muscular. ("I wonder how she would do against Nancy," Michelle thought idly.) Her smile was friendly, yet said "I bite." Black hair framed a cute face, with brown eyes.

"Am I too late for food?" came from the doorway.

"No, Kim. Grab a plate, sit down and dig in," Ken said.

"Oh, is this my temp roommate?"

"Sorry, Kim. Michelle Roberts, Kimberly Macdonald. OK, eat!"

Kim was, well, angelic. She had the face of a young girl, blue eyes, blonde hair, and a 38-25-36 figure. Her clothes were well co-ordinated, neither flamboyant nor drab.

"So, Michelle, you’re here to help catch the stalker. I do wish you luck."

Kim’s voice matched the body -- she must have had voice lessons somewhere. "That’s what they tell me. Thanks, from what I’ve heard, I’ll need it."

The tea afterward was welcomed, as the group got down to a strategy meeting. The first item was "Where do we go from here?"

From the desk, Tina brought over a campus map detailing the places where the "perp" struck. At first, the six markings seemed to be hit-or-miss attacks, each near a place of opportunity. First two near the library, next near an off-campus church, one near a museum, then another off-campus, the last was near the campus bookstore.

"These all seem to be at various points on the campus. I wonder if the others in town are related, or if someone is just copying these crimes?" Mary observed.

"All were in the same manner! It was as if the perp was copying a successful model he read somewhere," replied Charley.

"He targets women, alone, and it’s possible he may have been stalking them for days," Kim contributed.

Michelle thought that this was going to last more than five days. First, this stalker or perp had to know she was there, then take the bait -- but how to dangle a bait and still not stand out too much. As a decoy, she had to look like every other female student.

"Why were these women picked, and not some other? I mean, there has to be plenty of attractive females on campus, so why these?" Terri inquired.

"Terri, that’s brilliant!" Mary stated with a grin, "So, why these?"

"They were alone, for one thing," Ken replied.

"Could our perp have just been driving along and seen the girl, alone, and decided to make the hit," Tina asked, "It might just have been a spur-of-the-moment thing -- you know?"

Paula added, "It was said that they were just walking along when they were attacked. Maybe they were going somewhere."

"Or from somewhere!" Charley added.

Michelle studied the map for a few moments. The possible destinations included the library, museum, and church. Could it be that those particular destinations were the cause for attack? Each was a cultural institution -- was it a person with a grudge against intellectuals.

"Was there any cut in the male sports programs this year?" Michelle requested an answer she really did not want to hear.

"No. In fact, it was increased! The school dropped the female soccer program due to lack of interest. Most of the females here are in academics programs, and just do not have the time for sports, of any kind!" Ken replied.

"That’s true! Most of the games involving females are pick-up games of flag football," Jenny observed, "sometimes one-on-one basketball!"

"Now that sounds like fun -- one-on-one," Terri said with a grin. The rest joined in the laughter.

More discussion followed concerning the how, where, and when of the attacks. Questions like: "Was it an attack on lesbians?", "Did they have a certain hair color?", "Were they involved with, or did they turn down a date with anyone?" and "Was this a religious fanatic who thought them to be non- or antireligious (read: witches)?"

Much later, in bed with Kim, Michelle turned to her and asked, "You don’t mind sharing your bed do you?"

"Not with someone as cute as you, Michelle," she replied with a girlish giggle, "Be careful in that pink nightie, I might attack you myself, grrrr!"

"Well, I won’t fight you off! Kim, I was wondering -- the places those girls were going to, wasn’t it fairly late at night? Doesn’t it seem odd to go to a bookstore at night, especially on campus!"

"Not that night. There was a poetry reading."

Michelle’s interest was piqued, "Do you remember which poets?"

"Oh gee, there was Keats, Frost, Whitman. Trees was included. Shelley, Byron, and Sappho. A few modern poets, too. Someone said they were comparing the moderns with the ancients . . . ,"

"Sappho!" Michelle erupted, "She of the isle of Lesbos." Was this the connection? Was there a lesbian hater out there? At least now there was a chance. All she had to do was present herself as a female lover to this perp -- what irony. A male dressed as a female had to indicate to others that ‘he’ was a ‘female’ who loved other females in order to catch a male that did not like it one bit! "Kim, did the library have any readings or displays referring to Sappho?"

She thought for a bit, then answered, "Not that I know of, but I can ask Paula. She works in the library part-time."

With some ideas about how to attack the problem, Michelle worked out on a willing Kim. If there was any sexual frustration, it was gone before morning.

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"Come on, breakfast awaits," Terri announced from the doorway, then seeing the two cuddled figures, said, "Oh God, Michelle, I can’t take you anywhere without you getting into trouble!"

"Me! Kim started it -- she attacked me. Maybe we should send her after the guy. He wouldn’t stand a chance," Michelle laughingly said in her defense.

"Come on, lover, err, lover-girl. Let’s get a shower and dressed. Can’t keep breakfast waiting!"

After a rather fast wash, they went to eat dressed in robes and slippers over panties and bra. At the table, most of the household was similarly dressed. With plates being passed back and forth, Michelle managed to get a rather substantial meal assembled.

"Paula, you work part-time at the library, was there any display of ‘Sappho?’ " Kim asked.

Paula paused in mid-bite, thought for a minute, then replied, "No. But there was a discussion group about women writers."

"Wait a minute, I seem to remember something about mystery writers," contributed Charley.

"Yes!" came from Jenny, "There was some talk about these writers being lesbian, and how that accounted for their prolific output. Someone said it was ‘testosterone-driven’ writing."

Tina joined in with, "That was a two-day meeting. I think they extended it because the discussion started including other writers, romance novels, etc."

Well, there was the second link. ‘Mike’ thought that whoever was at the bottom of this was after lesbians, but why?

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It was around ten o’clock when Mary and Terri left. Most of the ladies were in classes, leaving Kim and Michelle to clean up from the morning.

"Hey, Michelle, I just remembered! I know one of those girls, Carole Kane."

"Kim, that’s great! Can we go see her?" The thought was to settle the lesbian idea, once and for all.

"Let’s get dressed! Then I can get a hold of her."

Upstairs, Kim put on slacks and a T-shirt, advertising a local towing company. Michelle dressed in a man’s shirt, grey slacks, white socks and slip-ons. Both had their hair in a high pony tail.

A quick call confirmed she was at her sorority house. Ten minutes later, the pair entered the house and were directed up to Carole Kane’s room.

‘Mike’ had never set foot in a Sorority House before, and now here, he was upstairs -- in the sanctum sanctorum, so to speak. Several of the girls were down to panties and bra, some to half-slips, and a few in gowns of some sort. At least he could tell briefs from thongs, and push-ups from wonderbras, having worn them himself at one time or another.

"Hey, Kim! How you doin’. Come on in, and introduce me to your friend," came from a cute green-eyed, auburn-hair girl of about nineteen, with a pixie cut that suited her well.

"Carole, I’d like you to meet Michelle Roberts. Michelle, this is Carole Kane."

"I’m very pleased to meet you, Michelle! So what brings you to my door?" she inquired.

"Emm, I don’t know how to ask this politely -- you see, I’m helping to find the . . . ."

"Carole, what she wants to ask is: Are you now or have you ever been a lesbian!" Kim put directly to her.

"Leave it to you to be direct," Carole said with a laugh and a shake of her pretty head, "No, I still like men, although it is getting harder and harder."

"Honey, there are things on men you will always make harder."

Michelle had one more question, "Where were you coming from when you were attacked?"

Carole sat for a minute thinking, then replied, "As I remember, I was coming from a play that was being put on in the museum auditorium."

"What was the name of the play?" Michelle eagerly asked.

"Charley’s Aunt," was the answer.

It was back at Charley’s house that the next question occurred. Was there anything going on, on-campus or off-campus, that could draw this perp out!

"Kim, what’s going on for the next couple of days involving women!"

"Concert tonight and tomorrow, art exhibition this entire month, play -- I’m sorry, I don’t know the name -- and a lecture on ancient pottery dating."

"Anything else that would attract women?"

"I don’t know to any. I could find out, if you want!"

"No, I’ll check the paper," Michelle replied.

The city paper showed nothing, and the student paper was similarly without information. The next source, the girls themselves, would be home later. So, to relieve the boredom, Michelle recruited Kim to go to the store for a several items -- onions, tomatoes, hamburger, peppers (red, green, and yellow) and a few herbs. Dinner tonight would be on her!

Jenny was the first home. As she entered the house, she excitedly shouted "Hey, Michelle! They were handing out flyers on campus, and guess what! Alicia Thorncroft is holding a rally tomorrow at seven."

"Who’s Alicia Thorncroft?"

"She’s the biggest feminist in town. If it was up to her, all males would be castrated! She ran for city council, calling her opponent a sexist, racist A---h----, and those were the polite words. Some have called her a dyke’s dyke!" Kim answered.

"In other words, a perfect place for our perp to strike, as every lesbian on campus will be there," Jenny added.

Great! A target, and he would have to be in with a group of manhating females. If they didn’t get him, the perp might. "I don’t want to go back to what I once was," thought ‘Mike’ as he prepared dinner.

Soon the others arrived home, some with complaints of a rough day and others of not understanding their instructors. A very typical day for students. The dinner ‘Mike’ prepared startled them.

"Hey, Michelle, you’re a guest you know," Charley stated.

"I know, but I got bored so I decided to cook."

As the meal was being served, the faces brightened up considerably. It had to be a success, because even the crumbs disappeared.

"Great meal," came from Paula.

"You really know how to get to a girl’s heart," was Tina’s contribution.

"If you can sew, I’ll propose to you right now," Charley exclaimed.

Michelle took in all the compliments with a blushing bride’s face!

After the dinner, the group gathered to work on a strategy. Nothing would be done that night, as there was no activity on campus, except a football rally.

Ken inquired, "So, as I understand it, this ‘perp’ is going after females he believes are lesbians, but what for? He must have some reason!"

"He may have lost his wife or girlfriend to another woman, and it hurt his male pride. Or he may just be attacking because he don’t like women!" Paula said.

Their discussion went on for hours, until they decided to get the guy, then figure out the "why" he did it. The final decision was Michelle would go to the rally, try to leave late to give the attacker a lone target.

As it was getting late, Michelle called it a night and went up to bed. She was surprised when Ken followed.

In the bedroom, the duo mutually undressed, showered, put on babydoll nighties, and crawled into bed.

"Michelle, do you think you can handle this guy?"

"From what I’ve heard, he only physically abused females. I would think that makes him a coward. I’ve an advantage, looking like a woman and being a man," was her answer.

"I don’t want to offend you, but are you really a man? I mean look how you are dressed," Ken stated.

"Ken, I’ve wondered that so many times. There are times I feel rotten wearing what are, essentially, the wrong things. Then there are times they just feel so good! I work as a maid, and yet I have been to college. My life just seems to be out of my hands, like I’m being manipulated by events that I have no power over. Ken," here Michelle felt tears coming to her eyes, "my whole life seems to be gone, and I am not in control of my future. I am just so frustrated."

Sensing what was happening, Ken pulled Michelle close to her as the tears flowed.

"Look at me, a grown man, and I can’t keep from crying! Well, that answers your question better than anything I could say -- looks like I’m not a man anymore!"

"Michelle, shut up! Male and female are just labels we put on people to describe them, not the persons those words refer to. What difference does it make if the male wore a skirt and the female a pair of pants, so long as they love each other. In pants or dress, you’d still be a nice guy. Now stop it with this ‘I’m not a man anymore’ crap," Ken replied angrily, "because I really don’t give a f---!"

Michelle slept fitfully that night, tossing and turning every which way. In her dream, she was running from one man to another, each of them looking like ‘Mike’ and each attacking with fists. She was, in effect, beating herself up.

Morning came, and with it a tired Michelle, having had little or no rest that night! She sat there in bed, knees drawn up, her face resting in her hands.

"God, Michelle, you look like hell!"

"Tell me about it! I feel just as bad."

"What’s wrong, sweetie?"

Michelle pondered on whether she should confide in Ken. "Well, sometimes you have to take chances," she thought.

"Ken, remember what we talked about last night? Well, I just can’t get it out of my mind. I feel like a failure. I really want to catch the assailant, but I’m scared I’ll fail."

"All we ask is just to try! Now let’s get dressed."

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It was noon when she showed up: Alicia Thorncroft.

She was a handsome woman, well dressed in a gray business suit, not looking at all like the "witch" she was pictured as being.

"Is Michelle Roberts available? I would like to speak to her," she inquired politely.

"I’m Michelle Roberts. What is it you want?"

 

End of Part Five

Annie O

 

 

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