Two Against The Shadow (debutante & Jaclyn)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Light =&gt; Light: Human Small Groups =&gt; Topic started by: Jaclyn on 20-07-2018, 21:54:28</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-07-2018, 21:54:28</strong>
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				  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">This story is a solo (1×1) for me, Jaclyn and my longtime play partner known here as debutante (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=63996). This continues a story we started in the previous iteration of Locked in Lace (https://lockedinlace.com/).</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Our story begins in Boston at a fraternity party. Kevin Clarkson, a college graduate and entry level employee at Crabtree and Welch in Boston, hits on Chloe Dawson, an ΑΦ sister and freshman at MIT studying Biochemistry with her goal set on a PhD by 24. Kevin doses her beer with Rohypnol (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Flunitrazepam), rapes her, and posts pictures on the internet.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Here’s Chloe and Kevin, and how Chloe was dressed for the party at the frat.</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/04s7432n614occi/Chloe.png/file)</div><div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/883c/egs0446gji5b53i4g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/egs0446gji5b53i/ChloeAtParty.png/file)</div><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/442c/l2lf1u5a9l8rwuz4g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/l2lf1u5a9l8rwuz/Kevin.png/file)</div><br class="clear_left">  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe went through channels to report the rape but since it was off campus and she’d been drinking and blah blah, nothing every happened. Kevin skates free. But let’s not forget, Chloe is studying Biochemistry. She drops out of her sorority and studies and experiments and gets lucky. Several years later, Chloe tracks Kevin down in a bar and doses his beer with a bioagent she invented that changes his very chromosomes and gender features to transform him into a female.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Now Chloe isn’t a heartless person, far from it. Some background is in order. Turns out, her mother’s brother is Joel Crabtree, a founder of where Kevin works. Oh, and Chloe and her mother and Joel Crabrtee’s wife are all witches, members of the oldest sorority among humankind. And her daddy is a very rich New York investment banker. Get the picture? Chloe has tons of clout! She arranges for Kevin to take sabbatical from Crabtree and Welch and puts him up in her rooms deep in a Boston warehouse district where she helps him adapt to his changing metabolism.</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">So this is Kimmie, short for Caoimhe, a Celtic name Chloe gave him. He does adapt and actually accept as inevitable the transformation that Chloe slapped on him. He returns to his job at Crabtree and tries to resume his career. Meanwhile, Chloe’s rooms go under the wrecking ball and she moves to a condo near Harvard where she applies herself to her studies. The drug she used on Kevin has great promise for treating people with gender dysphoria and other genetic conditions. She’s hard at work developing that while completing her undergraduate degrees and pursuing her PhD.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Our story begins here at Elliquiy about a year after Kimmie returned to work and Chloe took up new accommodations. They haven’t seen each other in that time.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Update: March 14 2019 – Changed the Subject name from “Learning My Lesson” to “Two Against the Shadow.” The lesson learning was all written previously so the name was inappropriate here.</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>21-07-2018, 20:23:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br><br>"Its been too long"&nbsp; I say to myself as I walk down the sidewalk to the train.&nbsp; I havent seen Chloe in ages!&nbsp; <br><br>I pay my fare and get ready to ride exactly 3 stops to my stop....a block away from Crabtree and Walsh where I work.<br><br>Once an up and coming young exec, I am now the admin to my old boss Darlene.&nbsp; Im a woman now.&nbsp; I can still think like my old self: Kevin, but to what end?&nbsp; I have a penis that has shrunk down to almost nothing. It no longer can be used for procreation. I have breasts, my hips have filled out, my waist has narrowed, my voice is feminine.&nbsp; In the past year, my own hair has grown out so that short hair or extensions are no longer needed.&nbsp; <br><br>I have a full wardrobe of clothes.&nbsp; Everything from fancy dresses to skinny jeans, shoes...lots of heels.&nbsp; My job requires that we dress 'business formal'. So, today, like every other day, I endure the stares from the men who love to see women in high heels as I move with the commuter crowd.<br><br>There has been a bit of turnover in personnel at my company.&nbsp; Most people are aware that Im a 'special' girl.&nbsp; Thankfully all of them treat me as a woman.&nbsp; It makes things easier that way.&nbsp; There is still a little resentment or unease from one or two of the older (in terms of service) account managers.&nbsp; But everyone else is fine with it....We even go out together as a group from time to time and have fun.<br><br>Our division CEO is Joel Crabtree.&nbsp; <br><br>He knew Kevin.&nbsp; He hates Caoimhe.&nbsp; Considers me a freak of nature and something that should be exiled to the farthest reaches of the galaxy.&nbsp; If not for Chloe's mother, and Chloe, Im sure that would have happened.&nbsp; Now, he tolerates my existance but certainly would do all he could to move me elsewhere.<br><br>I smooth my dress under me as I sit at my cubicle.&nbsp; I open my emails and begin to prepare Darlene's day for her.&nbsp; She'll be in shortly.<br><br>Tonight, I must call Chloe....maybe drinks as a minimum??&nbsp; Oh, I can invite her over for dinner!&nbsp; She taught me to make a mean lasagna!!<br><br>I look up.....<em>"Good morning Darlene" </em> I say greeting my boss......my day has begun.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>21-07-2018, 22:18:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sitting in my condo and sipping my daily ration of wine after a bruising 14 hours at school and in my lab ... Mom's letter on the table smacked me upside the head ... pick it up and reread where she tells me I need to get back to being sociable ... that like all skills being social takes practice ... but who do I want to hang out with? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie? ... sure, why not ... um, assuming she doesn't hate my guts for what I did to her after what he did to me ... tired! ... but get out stationary and write a letter …</em></span></span><br><br><div align="center"><strong>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</strong></div><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Dear Kimmie,</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I know, it's been over a year since we went our separate ways. But I can't stop thinking about you. Please bear with me while I try to write out how I feel.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">When I first trapped Kevin and tried to change him, I was really only trying to get revenge for what he did to me and probably to other girls too. I hope you know I really liked him at the frat house when we first met. If he would have been nice about it, I'd probably have gone out with him and probably eventually slept with him too. But I don't do that on the first date and Kevin never gave us a chance by what he did with the Roofies and all that. Oh, I was really hurt and angry.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">But after he came to live at my place and I guess decided he was going to go with the flow of the changes, I started to like him or her or whoever all over again. Kimmie turned out to be a really nice person and fun to be around. But I was so damn busy with school then that I decided I wanted to just dedicate my time to school and couldn't find time for anyone else. My mother finally had to call me and read me the riot act for going all non social. So I started thinking about who I might like to see outside of my lab and classes and yours was the first and last name to pop into my head.</span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">So what I guess I'm saying, I'd like to go out on a date with you. Just to catch up and all that but also to see if we still get along. I mean, that conversation the night after you got home from your first day back at work was like incredible. You're smart and self-aware and that's what I really liked about you even after all the changes I put you through. You came out wonderful and charming.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Most sincerely,</span></span><br>  <span style="font-family: Times New Roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>— Chloe</em></span></span><br><br><div align="center"><strong>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</strong></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… address the envelope to Caoimhe Clarkson, ℅ Crabtree and Welch ... I don't even know where she lives ... I'll drop it in the mail on my way school in the morning …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my dreams are calmer than usual ... and no flying monkeys either …</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 01:05:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br><br>Mid-week.&nbsp; I stand in my bra and panties looking at my clothes.&nbsp; I remember a time not too long ago when I would have laughed out loud at woman with as many clothes as I now have, saying "I dont have a thing to wear".<br><br>Yet here I am...Im that woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I dont want to wear anything Ive worn recently, I dont want to wear a couple of the things that have fallen 'out of favor'....With a sigh, I take my white blouse with the Peter Pan collar off the hanger....I grab my red skirt....and sure why not....my red heels?&nbsp; &nbsp;Tan heels??….Red?....Tan.....oh the hell with it....red.<br><br>Breakfast is my yogurt, nuts and a little bit of honey mixed in.&nbsp; &nbsp;Out the door on time....walk to the train station.&nbsp; A couple of sideways stares from guys who are not sufficiently practiced to be unobserved.....<br><br>Oh a treat!&nbsp; Today is my lucky day!&nbsp; I actually get a seat!!&nbsp; I enjoy the ambience of the cramped car until a beep comes over the loudspeaker and my stop is announced....Up the stairs....fresh air.....and&nbsp; short walk to work.<br><br>I get Darlene prepped for her 9:30 meeting with Joel Crabtree and the management team.&nbsp; The I go about my business of sorting the morning mail for our little 4 person staff.&nbsp; Im brought up abruptly, when I see MY name on an envelope.....I put it aside while I make the deliveries to everyone else.&nbsp; A couple of flirty remarks keep the atmosphere light and pleasant.&nbsp; In fact, there hasnt been any more ugly situations since Doyle Layton was fired by Craig Robinson (HR Manager) over Joel Crabtree's quiet objection.&nbsp; Doyle, and old friend of mine had confronted me on my first day back.&nbsp; Among the insults he rained down on me within earshot of everyone was to call he a 'faggot', a 'sissy little he-she' and several other choice phrases.&nbsp; <br><br>He buried himself and was fired.&nbsp; Craig Robinson had it entered on his personal record in the event Doyle ever wanted to return.&nbsp; In this day and age of political correctness, even Joel Crabtree knew the company's hands were tied and a major, ugly lawsuit could erupt should I press the issue.<br><br>That's over now though, and now an occassional flirt is the norm.&nbsp; We've lightened up since the "Doyle Incident"<br><br>I sit back down at my desk and take my letter opener and see who is contacting me?<br><br>As I start to read....a smile spreads across my face....<br><br>It's 'my story'.....in Chloe's words....<br><br>Our irregular and painful meeting.&nbsp; &nbsp;My drug induced gender modification....(I put the letter down and recall weighing with Chloe, the advantages of living free as a woman vs. incarcerated as a rapist.....we both agreed, that this was the preferable option!).<br><br>Her last paragraph hits home.....<br><br>So what I guess I'm saying, I'd like to go out on a date with you. Just to catch up and all that but also to see if we still get along. I mean, that conversation the night after you got home from your first day back at work was like incredible. You're smart and self-aware and that's what I really liked about you even after all the changes I put you through. You came out wonderful and charming.<br><br>I put the letter in my purse.....I pick up my phone....I know I never would have deleted her phone number.....and sure enough I find it in my contacts.....The question is:&nbsp; Is this still a valid number??&nbsp; Well, this is as good as anywhere to begin my search!<br><br>I press in the digits and smile at the familar number.....<br><br>###Chloe....got your letter<br>### Meet you at 'our pub'&nbsp; 5:30<br>###Cant wait.<br>###Please answer so I know this is still your number<br><br>I press "Send".....and smile<br><br>I watch as the message says:&nbsp; <br><br>"Sending"<br><br>"Delivered"<br><br>I put my phone away for now.&nbsp; The liklihood of Chloe not being busy and able to answer a mid-morning text, is remote<br><br>Im still smiling when Darlene returns from her meeting.&nbsp; Someone thinks I'm <em>"wonderful and charming"!!</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 03:36:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… next day at school, I'm back in my lab until a 2 o'clock seminar ... last coursework for my masters ... and my thesis has already been already approved ... on to my PhD in a few short weeks ... and only because I have a lab full of animals, I can't take time off ... after that one disaster a year ago, I trust no one ... the changes my enhancements to vasopressin (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vasopressin) take time to develop and the record keeping and sample sizer over generations are essential to ensuring the induced changes are both effective and safe …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I have learned to keep the circle of knowledge very small ... don't want to get into any debate on the ethics of changing males to females ... or potential uses as a weapon ... an aerosol is possible, we know ... and we're actively talking about not publishing my thesis to keep this thing out of the hands of all sports of nefarious persons ... my sisters in the craft are discussing it too ... but the final decision falls on my tiny shoulders ... find myself wondering what Kimmie would advise ... the only non-animal recipient of an early version of the drug ... I hope she calls ... I feel like i need her as a friend if not as a companion if not as a lover …</em></span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(http://i67.tinypic.com/211wkxv.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my 2 o'clock seminar goes long ... it's after four when I finish checking my lab and closing it for the night ... and not until going on 5 when I'm home and remember to dig my phone out of my purse and turn it back on ... oh wow! ... message from Kimmie! ... 5:30? ... holy shit! ... dash back a text while thinking about what to wear …</em></span></span><br><br class="clear_left"><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>  ### Just got home!<br>  ### Need to change<br>  ### More likely after 6<br>  ### Save me a seat?</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wanted to be fresh for this! ... but she says now and so I will as best I can ... through my closet ... an outfit mother sent? ... rust blouse and leather shorts go nice with my hair, or so mother said in her note ... quick wipe down to get rid of the lab smells ... brush my hair a couple of times ... and get dressed ... a date? ... or nothing more than a rendezvous with a friend? ... don't know ... spritz of low grade perfume ... then down to my car in the underground and out ... arrive at 10 past 6 ... let the valewt park the car ... and head inside ... is that her? ... at the end of the bar where we usually sat? ... couple of guys seem to be hovering, debating how to hit on the cute chick ... walk past the guys …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Kimmie? That you?”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>22-07-2018, 17:49:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Work rushes by.&nbsp; Danielle and I go for a short walk around the block just for a change of venue, for our lunch. <br><br>All afternoon, I keep tabs on my phone.....nothing from Chloe yet.&nbsp; &nbsp;When 4:30 comes along, I decide to stick with the plan and head to the bar.&nbsp; I know her....if she gets the message today, she'll come if she's not busy.&nbsp; Worst case for me, is a drink or two and I'll enjoy one of the items off the menu for my supper.&nbsp; So there's a bargain right there....no cooking tonight!!<br><br>I get to the bar just around 5:15.&nbsp; I check my phone....nothing yet.<br><br>Rachel is on tonight....she's a real sweetheart.&nbsp; Back in earlier times. I, as Kevin, tried unsuccessfully to pick her up.&nbsp; In fact, after my 'change', this was one of the first places Chloe took me.&nbsp; I recall the sheer embarrassment of sitting in this bar, in a dress, and Rachel greeting me with "Hi Kevin"......since then, things have changed and for the better.&nbsp; Rachel was one of the first people to embrace me as Caoimhe....now, I see her once every couple of months when I stop by and we catch up on things.&nbsp; Most people call me Kimmie nowadays, to Rachel Im always Caoimhe.<br><br>I give her a little wave as I smooth my skirt under me and sit at the bar.....<br><br>"Hey Caoimhe...." Rachel says putting a little napkin and coaster down for me....."What'll it be?&nbsp; Your favorite red wine?"<br><br><em>"Sounds good!"</em>&nbsp; I smile.....<em>"Rach....got a surprise for you too.....Chloe might be coming by tonight....Im waiting to hear back from her now"</em><br><br>Rachel is excited.&nbsp; She's known Chloe longer than she's known me.&nbsp; This might be a happy little reunion all around!<br><br>My phone buzzes.....It's Chloe!!!!!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ### Just got home!<br>  ### Need to change<br>  ### More likely after 6<br>  ### Save me a seat?<br><br>I text her back....not that she'll even see it.....<br><em><br>###&nbsp; Im here!&nbsp; See you soon!</em><br><br>I nurse my wine....Rachel makes sure Im not rushed or pressed to order more....<br><br>I hope Chloe gets here soon.&nbsp; When I look in the mirrors behind the bar, I can see that I've captured the attention of at least one of the two guys sitting behind me.&nbsp; Gawd....I SOOOOO know how that game is played....and from both sides as well....<br><br>I confirm with Rachel that Chloe is indeed on her way.....I see the guys behind me still making plans....Hurry up Chloe, I smirk.....<br><br>Finally I see her....my face just beams.....oh damn, she looks so cute in that outfit....Clothes were made for Chloe, I swear!<br><br>She cuts right in front of the two conspirators.....<br><br>"Kimmie? That you?"<br><br>I pop off the bar stool and give her a big hug...…(probably shooting down the two guys instantly!)<br><br><em>"Oh my gawd.....Chloe.....It is soooooooooo good to see you"</em><br><br>We hug again.....and a smiling Rachel is at the end of the bar to join us!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 04:11:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her hug is all and more than I'd hoped for ... but what does it mean? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You too,. Kimmie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hug Kimmie and pay her back ... when she releases, one last caress down her back ... and Rachel is hovering ... been a year since I was here too ... take the seat Kimmie has saved …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hey Rachel! Eldest Glenmorangie, please.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hand goes back to touch Kimmie&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I've missed you, girlfriend! How are you? Is Uncle Joel behaving?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when I really want to ask her is whether she missed me and can we hug some more! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 12:43:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br><br>Oh it feels good to see her again....and a nice hug too.&nbsp; I find Ive missed that personal touch from her presence.&nbsp; All our conversations we shared, meals, tips on being a girl.....and just having that one friend who understands me.<br><br>Our reunion, puts the damper on the two Casanova's behind us....I smirk to myself....'been there, done that'&nbsp; One girl can be a target....two girls and suddenly you're outnumbered....hehe<br><br><br>“Hey Rachel! Eldest Glenmorangie, please.”<br><br>Chloe's hand rests on my back and I lean towards her a bit....<br><br>“I've missed you, girlfriend! How are you? Is Uncle Joel behaving?”<br><br><em>"Gawd, Chloe, Ive missed you too......All our talks, our dinners....just the stuff we used to do....you know when we were...you know...."</em><br><br>Rachel puts Chloe's drink down in front of her and finishes my sentence:&nbsp; "....re-designing Kevin...."<br><br>We all smile and laugh softly....<br><br><em>"Yes....that's it....re-designing....."</em><br><br>"I like the new model much better"&nbsp; adds Rachel, and then she's off to another customer down the bar.<br><br>I smile....<em>"The new model took some getting used to....but I like her too"</em><br><br><em>"Uncle Joel is behaving....if by behaving you mean never sees me or has anything to do with me?&nbsp; We co-exist.&nbsp; If I asked for a transfer, Im sure he has the paperwork prepared already"</em>&nbsp; I smile<br><br>We have so much to catch up on......I start with...<em>."So how's the research going?&nbsp; Are you Dr. Dawson yet?.....Im no longer the junior admin at work...Nope...two girls under me now.....5 over me, but Im going in the right direction" </em> I laugh<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>25-07-2018, 19:50:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Rachel is so silly! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I think I do too Rachel. Certainly more congenial!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… rub her arm with my fingertips ... accept the overpour from Rachel and lift it …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“To you Kimmie! You made the redesign work all by yourself!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and she's cute to boot!&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Well good for Uncle Joel. Mother says she warned him. She controls their parent's trust and has always had a way with her dear brother. And with Daddy too. I try to learn from her”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so my reasearch? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Nope, not a fud yet. Not sure I want a fud here in the States. My, um, my research is attracting attention from the shadows, if you know what I mean. I may have to go someplace like Sweden where it's more likely to be used to help people instead of, um, other things.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… yep, that quality time with the 'women in black' and what I learned after speaking with my sisters in the art afterward have left me shaken ... keeping my notes safe from their clutches is more important now ... and their threat to classify my work to put me under some sort of special body of law leads me to want to quit and live off my trust fund ... but I've kept several critical details in my brain ... I know they can get those out of me too eventually ... but nothing I can do about that …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… back to her ... my dilemma is still working and I have ancient forces on my side ... though the shadows seem aware of those too …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“But not back to Junior Analyst? It's not like having tits spoiled your brains!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Rachel is passing and hears that remark ... giggles …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh, Kevin had brains. Some of them were located too far down to be useful though!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… oh right ... wonder ... maybe come back to that …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>25-07-2018, 23:44:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><em>"I'll tell Kevin that you two are saying horrible things about him"&nbsp; </em>I laugh as Chloe says that Im much more congenial now!<br>&nbsp;<br>Chloe rubs my arm lightly.....nicely....with her fingertips.&nbsp; I guess she really does miss me....It feels good to be this close to her again.<br><br>“To you Kimmie! You made the redesign work all by yourself!” says Chloe offering us a toast.<br><br>"To my designer....and friend"&nbsp; I say as I clink my wine glass to her Scotch....We make a deep eye contact for a moment as we sip....as if she's thinking about something....Maybe remembering Kevin??<br><br>She nods when I tell her about Joel Crabtree....and she seems unsurprised by his static attitude towards me.<br><br>“Well good for Uncle Joel. Mother says she warned him. She controls their parent's trust and has always had a way with her dear brother. And with Daddy too. I try to learn from her”<br><br>Chloe gives me a little insight into how her research is progressing:<br><br>  “Nope, not a fud yet. Not sure I want a fud here in the States. My, um, my research is attracting attention from the shadows, if you know what I mean. I may have to go someplace like Sweden where it's more likely to be used to help people instead of, um, other things.”<br><br>Then Chloe spins it back to how Im doing at work:<br><br>“But not back to Junior Analyst? It's not like having tits spoiled your brains!”<br><br>… Rachel is passing and hears that remark ... giggles …<br><br>  “Oh, Kevin had brains. Some of them were located too far down to be useful though!”<br><br>And the three of us laugh....<em>"I'll tell him....I will you know"</em> I threaten and tease.....<br><br>Then turning back to Chloe.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"No, no Junior Analyst positions have come up recently.&nbsp; Darlene said she'd recommend me if the opening occurred, the added how much she'd miss me though.&nbsp; Called me the best admin she's ever had!....So how's that for a compliment!"</em><br><br>I take a sip of my wine....<em>."To be honest, I can leave there anytime.&nbsp; But oddly, I like it where I am.&nbsp; My responsibilities have grown, Craig Robinson watches out for me....and I think I might have a chance to get into the management team again in a more sales oriented area.&nbsp; Despite what your Uncle thinks of me....I have a brain....and Im told that I have the looks that might make me good at sales....And that came from Darlene, so we can remove the blatant sexism out of that evaluation.&nbsp; Also there may be an opening be the one in charge of all the office admins.&nbsp; &nbsp;I think I might enjoy working with the girls in this capacity?"</em><br><br>I take another sip of wine as Rachel scoots by us again.....<br><br><em>"So....I have options"</em>&nbsp; and I pat her hand reassuringly.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-07-2018, 16:35:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she'll tell Kevin! ... that's rich! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You can still find Kevin? I haven't seen him in a long time! Home wherever he is the little girls are all safe!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hmmm, still slaving along as an Admin? ... well, the economy has turned down so maybe no openings is a real thing …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Ever consider leaving? Financial analyst skills can retrain in other areas. My department has a staff statistician who trained in finance and had an aptitude for sadistics. I've had to learn more about stats than I ever thought I would need to. Good news is I'm not at all bad at selecting analytical approaches, or so my committee and professors tell me.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… dang, how do I gently hit on her? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So I'm really happy we decided to get together! I've missed you Kimmie. Hope that doesn't surprise you too much after how we, um, we met and all.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… again, run my fingertips along her arm ... it's a girls arm ... fine hairs and creamy skin ... wonder if she uses lotion? …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 15:22:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe teases me about finding Kevin again....<br><br>“You can still find Kevin? I haven't seen him in a long time! Home wherever he is the little girls are all safe!” #Giggle<br><br>I have to smile as well.&nbsp; I can find Kevin, but he's never coming back.&nbsp; And somehow, Im completely and absolutely reconciled to that fact.&nbsp; In all honesty, I like Kimmie.....I like her a lot.....she, is me.<br><br>Chloe shifts topics and we discuss Crabtree and Walsh, and 'life there' a bit.&nbsp; I tell her of my situation and possible openings to advance.&nbsp; She offers up a different tack<br><br>“Ever consider leaving? Financial analyst skills can retrain in other areas. My department has a staff statistician who trained in finance and had an aptitude for statistics. I've had to learn more about stats than I ever thought I would need to. Good news is I'm not at all bad at selecting analytical approaches, or so my committee and professors tell me.”<br><br><em>"To be honest....I have thought about leaving.&nbsp; As I said, I like where I am....but to come in fresh to a new position, in the right situation, of course.&nbsp; Be there on my own merits and as a woman, has a great appeal.&nbsp; I know I can do any sort of admin work.&nbsp; Crabtree and Walsh have shown me and taught me all that a position like that encompasses.....and gawd there is so much that no one gives you credit for doing...."</em><br><br>I swirl my wine in my glass and look at Chloe.....<br><br>She is so pretty, and has a certain underlying sexiness to her all the time.&nbsp; I hope Im like her....pretty, sexy, smart.<br><br><em>"So, yeah....Im looking, not aggressively, but Im not married to C and W either.&nbsp; A girl has to take care of herself.....a wise woman taught me that a while ago"</em><br><br>I dont take my eyes off of her...until I feel its becoming awkward, then go back to giving my wine another swirl.<br><br>  “So I'm really happy we decided to get together! I've missed you Kimmie. Hope that doesn't surprise you too much after how we, um, we met and all.”&nbsp; Chloe says and ends that little awkward moment I was experiencing.&nbsp; She runs her fingertips along my arm and I get a tingle....a wonderful feeling tingle...more of 'electricity' than anything else.&nbsp; I smile instantly. Then I sort of blurb out:<br><br><em>"You've never been to my apartment....you must come over and visit....." </em> I blush....<em>"I even have Scotch at home.&nbsp; Just in case you came by....18 year old stuff....19 now...I dont know if its any good....I was always more of a beer connoisseur and now trying to learn wines.....but youre welcome to come sample it.....any time" </em><br><br>Then, with her fingers still on my arm, I think....."tonight would be nice"....but she's so busy, I dont want to put her on the spot and have her have to decline.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 16:38:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she doesn't pull away from my touch ... good ... step one ... Rachel is passing …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And we girls look out for each other. Right Rachel?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she grins and gives a thumbs up ... she's a sister who came to the sisterhood of her own ... she's unaware of the hereditary line yet knows I too know the goddess …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie mentions her apartment ... and then seems to stumble …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I'd love to see your apartment Kimmie? And I'd love for you to see my condo too. I don't spend much time there because I'm hanging out in my lab, and sometimes even crash on a cot there, but it has a really nice view. It's near the Weeks Bridge if you know where that is, and looks out over the parks and the Charles.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so how to invite myself to her place tonight? ... or her to mine? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So um, did you drive here? I have my car, in valet because I don't trust the street parking.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my fingers trace down her arm to her hand ... rest atop it and interlace fingers …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Or I can leave it in their parking ...”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… dang Chloe! ... you're asking if she'll have me overnight! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 23:06:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe and Rachel exchange a 'thumbs up' about girls looking out for each other.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its cute....I like Rachel anyway....and Chloe....well, Ive always liked her....even back to my "Kevin days".<br><br>She answers my question about seeing my apartment!&nbsp; And its all good too!<br><br>“I'd love to see your apartment Kimmie? And I'd love for you to see my condo too. I don't spend much time there because I'm hanging out in my lab, and sometimes even crash on a cot there, but it has a really nice view. It's near the Weeks Bridge if you know where that is, and looks out over the parks and the Charles.”<br><br>“So um, did you drive here? I have my car, in valet because I don't trust the street parking.”<br><br>Her fingers run down my arm gently....I lean on my other elbow....chin in hand....and smile.&nbsp; When our fingers interweave, I make no attempt to pull away or make her stop.&nbsp; In fact, I give her hand a little squeeze.<br><br>"If your car is with the valet....we could, if you want....drive over to my place?&nbsp; And you can tell me that Ive purchased absolute gut rot for Scotch....."<br><br>I brush a strand of hair casually to one side...…smile....and wonder if she'll stay the night?<br><br>She can if she wants...…..<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-07-2018, 23:52:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… seems we have a deal …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, let's do that.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeeze her hand and pull mine back slowly …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“But let's have some dinner first. My treat!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pick up the daily specials menu ... put that between us so we can both look at it ... leaning over puts me closer to her and I like that …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh, they have fresh Oysters Rockefeller. I like how they do those here. Do you like oysters? I do but avoid them fried like they do down south. Broiled or raw. These are a bit more citrusy than others. I can only eat a couple because they go directly to my hips and my lab animals will notice!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 00:02:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We have a date!!&nbsp; I feel instantly elated....and also warm and, well, 'wanted'.&nbsp; Its a beautiful sensation and I savor it.<br><br>Chloe says <br><br>“But let's have some dinner first. My treat!”<br><br>We look at the daily specials menu....we both have to lean in to read it.&nbsp; I can smell her soft perfume....really nice too.&nbsp; I probably should have spritzed mine in the car before I came in.&nbsp; I probably smell like copy paper or white out...mmmm sexy Kimmie!<br><br>“Oh, they have fresh Oysters Rockefeller. I like how they do those here. Do you like oysters? I do but avoid them fried like they do down south. Broiled or raw. These are a bit more citrusy than others. I can only eat a couple because they go directly to my hips and my lab animals will notice!” #Giggle<br><br>"Dont worry about that....they're only rats"&nbsp; I giggle....(its been a long time since I genuinely giggled too!)<br><br>I put one hand on her hip nearest me....<em>"Your hips are fine....not too meaty....nice and firm"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;and I bite my lip....half so I dont laugh...and half to look a little sexy....<br><br>I move my hand off he hip once again....<em>"But you can have mine....Im not an 'oyster girl'....I'd try one again...but they're really not meant for sharing!"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 17:34:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look at her ... feign aghast …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Only rats? I beg your pardon, only rats? They're like family rats! They're cute and observant and besides I'm mutating them for their betterment and the betterment of society! Of course they care about my hips!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her hand on my hip feels wonderful …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And besides, I have some macaques now too, um, cute little rhesus monkeys. Enough to do cognition studies on the effects on primates. Gotta do that for my thesis and then on a larger scale before human trials.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… human trials ... my only 'human trial' is sitting right next to me and flirting! ... Kevin didn't know how to flirt, he was much more direct ... where did she learn this? ... not that I don't enjoy it …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“The don't serve less than six and they don't travel, so ...” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Rachel overhears ... says she'll ask the rest of the bar if anyone wants to split a half dozen …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yes please Rachel. Kimmie needs to learn that yumminess is next to cuteness in my hierarchy of standards. And I don't lower my standards just because someone is cute but not yummy!.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; look at Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Wait, that didn't come out right. Um, you look yummy! How's that!” <em>#Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; drop my hand back to touch hers near the menu …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So if you won't eat Oysters, what aphrodisiac suits your fancy? They have mushrooms or snails or mussels or clams. The rest of their appetizers go to your hips instantaneously!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-07-2018, 23:29:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br><br><br>When Chloe "rushes" to the defense of her 'family rats', I giggle.&nbsp; And honest to goodness giggle.&nbsp; She's so funny....her family rats....caring family rats no less...<br><br><em>"Ok, ok....Ive underestimated them....I apologize....I had no idea...."</em><br><br>“And besides, I have some macaques now too, um, cute little rhesus monkeys. Enough to do cognition studies on the effects on primates. Gotta do that for my thesis and then on a larger scale before human trials.”<br><br>I raise an eyebrow and nod....I think Chloe might have dabbled once that we both know of, in regards to a human trial.&nbsp; And dammit....it worked really, really, REALLY well.&nbsp; The topic swings back to the oysters again:<br><br><br>“The don't serve less than six and they don't travel, so ...” #Giggle<br><br><em>"Sorry....cant help you Chloe...."&nbsp; </em><br><br>… Rachel overhears ... says she'll ask the rest of the bar if anyone wants to split a half dozen …<br><br>“Yes please Rachel. Kimmie needs to learn that yumminess is next to cuteness in my hierarchy of standards. And I don't lower my standards just because someone is cute but not yummy!.”<br><br>She looks at me and I throw on my best "Im hurt" look.&nbsp; Chloe doesnt miss the gesture!<br><br>“Wait, that didn't come out right. Um, you look yummy! How's that!” #Giggle<br><br>Our hands brush again on the menu.<br><br>"Yummy is good.....I'd even be cute if you'd like"&nbsp; I smile and trace a little circle on the back of her hand.<br><br>“So if you won't eat Oysters, what aphrodisiac suits your fancy? They have mushrooms or snails or mussels or clams. The rest of their appetizers go to your hips instantaneously!”<br><br><em>"I like any of those....just not raw.....so for example, if someone was trying to, shall we say, get my little engine purring....hmmm on this menu.....I'd say to order Kimmie some 'mushroom tarts'....those look interesting....a little 'yummish' maybe?"</em> I grin....<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>31-07-2018, 03:54:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mushroom tarts? You got it!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… tarts? ... look at the menu ... baby has a sweet tooth! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Really? Okay.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… get Rachel's attention …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And a few mushroom tarts for Kimmie please!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so lean on one elbow and look at her …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So did Kevin have a sweet tooth or has this come over you recently? I may need to adjust the recipe if this is the new normal! I hate fat rhesus minkies!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wonder if she gets the Pink Panther reference …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>02-08-2018, 00:12:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>Chloe gets Rachel's attention and orders me some mushroom tarts!&nbsp; I havent had these in ages.&nbsp; And suddenly, I cant wait!<br><br><br>She looks at me with that little Chloe impish look she sometimes gets.&nbsp; A look that I also havent seen in ages.&nbsp; She asks:<br><br>"So did Kevin have a sweet tooth or has this come over you recently? I may need to adjust the recipe if this is the new normal! I hate fat rhesus minkies!”<br><br><em>"Oh you and the Pink Panther!!.....werent minkies having something to do with losing your virginity???&nbsp; I havent seen the films as often as you have...." </em> I smile<br><br>I wonder if I have the right reference in regards to 'iminkies'.....And for a moment....its just Chloe and I looking at each other.&nbsp; And the rest of the world has vanished.......<br><br>"Here's your oysters, Chloe"&nbsp; says Rachel.....and the world finds us again.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>02-08-2018, 18:30:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I find myself face to face with her ... gazing into her eyes ... Kevin did have dreamy eyes and Kimmie has interited those! ... now where did that memory come from? ... never mind! ... my hand starts to reach for her cheek …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Here's your oysters, Chloe.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… what? ... oh ... touch Kimmie's cheek briefly and turn to Rachel …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you Rachel.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turn back to Kimmie briefly…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Please don't leave without me!” #<em>GentleSmile</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look at the three Oysters Rockefeller she brought …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I'm only having two, Kimmie. Sure you don't want one?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Rachel places a plate of the mushroom tarts in front of Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And your tarts, Kimmie. Now you two behave or I'll have to call a chaperone over.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and she's off giggling before I can reply ... lift one of the oyster shells out of the rock salt and turn to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“To googoo eyes. Cuz you got em!”</span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>04-08-2018, 00:57:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>Chloe's oysters arrive....still look yucky to me.....<br><br>“Please don't leave without me!” Chloe smiles....<br><br><em>"Of course not...." </em> I reply <br><br>… look at the three Oysters Rockefeller she brought …<br><br>“I'm only having two, Kimmie. Sure you don't want one?”<br><br><em>"Thanks, no....I'll stick to the mushrooms.....every day, all day"</em>&nbsp; I giggle...."<em>But please, enjoy your treat"</em><br><br>… Rachel places a plate of the mushroom tarts in front of me …<br><br>“And your tarts, Kimmie. Now you two behave or I'll have to call a chaperone over.”<br><br>Rachel departs with a wink and a little laugh.&nbsp; &nbsp; Chloe prepares herself for her oyster and offers a small "tribute":<br><br>“To googoo eyes. Cuz you got em!”<br><br><em>"To googoo eyes"</em>&nbsp; I respond and take bite of my mushroom tart......delish!!!!<br><br><em>"How was it?"</em>&nbsp; I ask as if she had done something extraordinarily special....She still has light years to go before I'll try one of those....But it was a good excuse to pat her hand anyway!<br><br><em>"Want to try a mushroom??&nbsp; Fair warning, sometimes considered and aphrodisiac...….just saying"</em>&nbsp; and I give her a sly look.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-08-2018, 15:52:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… slide the delicious oyster into my mouth ... savor ... chew briefly and swallow …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Lovely! I'd try to live on these things but would need lots of help waddling from place to place. And a limo because I'd be too round to get behind the wheel of my car. Ah, the price we pay for being slender.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… dang she's got cute eyes! ... do I want a mushtart? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Sure why not. After one of my Aphrodisiacs on the Half Shell, what harm can another aphrodisiac do.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turn toward her so she can pop one into my mouth ... and I can look at her eyes ... she's gotten very good with her makeup and her eyes just pop! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>04-08-2018, 17:30:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe savors her oyster.&nbsp; I dont mind people eating them at all.&nbsp; I just choose to 'pass' on the experience.<br><br>"Lovely! I'd try to live on these things but would need lots of help waddling from place to place. And a limo because I'd be tooo round to get behind the wheel of my car. Ah, the price we pay for being slender.”<br><br><em>"Oh I think your many thousands of oysters away from having to worry about that!&nbsp; You always look like you spend hours at the gym...."</em><br><br>She accepts my offer of a mushroom.....<br><br>“Sure why not. After one of my Aphrodisiacs on the Half Shell, what harm can another aphrodisiac do.”<br><br>Chloe opens her mouth and I place one in for her....<em>."We'll see what too many aphrodisiacs can do to a test subject....its my own study, and you, princess, are my lab bunny"</em><br><br>We are very close now.....me smiling, Chloe looking in my eyes.....<br><br><em>"There you go......deliciousness, right?"</em>&nbsp; I say with a very leading question.&nbsp; When she takes the morsel, I instinctively push one strand of hair off her cheek.&nbsp; Its not an action that says I want more....its just a small action of affection.<br><br>The two guys behind us are now scanning the bar for other women.&nbsp; &nbsp;They know they have no chance with us.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-08-2018, 03:18:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her lab bunny! ... that tickles my funny bone yet I stifle that and take it as she offers ... carefully savor the mushroom tart .. keep my eyes focused on hers as I chew …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oooh baby! That lights my bunny tail!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… vague thoughts ... how much Kevin is left in Kimmie? ... how much is too much? ... why do I feel attraction to the shit who drugged and raped me? ... squash that! ... now is now and she is here! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turn away enough to take the last of the oysters I'll eat ... look at her as I open my mouth and tip it in ... savor it as I savor her eyes! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hey Kimmie! When did you get so cute!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… set the shell down and reach for her hand ... consider forgetting dinner and leaving right now so what I want to do with her isn't in public! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>05-08-2018, 18:23:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe enjoys the mushroom tart.....adding that it 'lights her bunny tail'....<br><br>I grin....so cute.....she is just plain pretty.&nbsp; Whether in a labcoat with safety glasses on, dolled up for a big night, or just here with me on a girls&nbsp; night out.....She is a doll!<br><br>She eats her last oyster as Rachel, always on duty, brings us a 2nd round of drinks....and a small pitcher of water with two glasses.<br><br>Chloe reaches for my hand, which I like and make it easy for her to find.&nbsp; &nbsp;Our eyes meet again.&nbsp; I feel a bit flush and excited....are mushroom tarts really an aphrodisiac????<br><br>She says, with a twinkle in her eye:<br><br>“Hey Kimmie! When did you get so cute!”<br><br>I blush fully now....softly I say to her:<br><br><em>"You should know....you made me" </em> and I give her hand a gentle squeeze to tell her Im not upset about that at all.<br><br><em>"You gave me my start....turned me to the 'other side'....but then gave me everything I needed to be successful as a woman.&nbsp; Do you remember the hair and make-up lessons with Nancy and then with the girls at "Curls"?&nbsp; &nbsp;After that, it was a thousand youtube instructional videos on make-up, hair, clothing, deportment.&nbsp; Then I would practice.&nbsp; &nbsp;I crammed 6 years of being a teenage girl into about 3 months.....what you see is the best I could do....."</em><br><br>Then I add...."But Im happy with how things turned out.....I would never go back....."&nbsp; I make a light circle on the back of her hand with my nails.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-08-2018, 22:03:31</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I made her and she went with it …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you I guess, said Dr. Frankenstein to the creature.” #<em>NervousGiggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I made her! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I, um, I wish you wouldn't put it that way, Kimmie. You did so much more than I ever could have.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… but I don't pull away from what she's doing to the back of my hand ... a scary thought occurs to me ... is she plotting revenge for what I did? ... my spider sense doesn't detect any of that in her ... yet it's not infallible ... so do I turn back from this or accept what she might do? ... I continue …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I've had enough of the oysters ... take a sip of my drink and turn the hand she's touching over so she can do what's she's doing to the palm …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Um, should we order more food? I, um, I don't know if I can eat much more.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>05-08-2018, 23:36:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>My comment about 'making me' hits a sour note, I fear:<br><br>“Thank you I guess, said Dr. Frankenstein to the creature.” #NervousGiggle<br><br>“I, um, I wish you wouldn't put it that way, Kimmie. You did so much more than I ever could have.”<br><br>I smile....still playing with her hand.....<br><br><em>"Ok....I didnt mean it quite that way.....How about this.....rewind....Thank you for helping me find Kimmie.&nbsp; I couldn't have done it without you and I would never ever go back.&nbsp; This is me....you took away the fascade and let the little bird fly.&nbsp; I cant thank you enough!"</em><br><br>I stop running my nails across her hand.&nbsp; I look at her right in the eyes.....<br><br><em>"Im Kimmie now....Im a woman....and I owe it all to you"&nbsp; &nbsp;</em><br><br>My eyes puddle up a bit....I just embrace her in a hug.....<br><br>I let her go after a quick hug.....<br><br><em>"Gawd"</em>&nbsp; I say as I quickly dab my eyes.....<em>"Sometimes I can be such a girl!</em>"<br><br>We gather ourselves a bit.....Chloe is the first to speak:<br><br>“Um, should we order more food? I, um, I don't know if I can eat much more.”<br><br><em>"Why dont we head to my place for a little tour and you can tell me I bought rotgut Scotch.&nbsp; &nbsp;Im ready to get out of these heels anyway"</em>&nbsp; I smile<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-08-2018, 17:39:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she explains what she meant ... I breath a sigh of relief ... was my paranoia even warranted? ... hope not …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and she hits me with an unexpected hug ... wow! ... pat her back and let her blubber a bit ... apologizes for 'being such a girl' ... shades of Kevin still remain …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Wear it proud Kimmie, wear your girl proud no matter what!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she suggests we head to her place ... I look at the remaining tarts and one oyster ... nope …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Sure, let's do that. I'll settle with Rachel.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wave toward Rachel as I put my credit card with the running tab in the glass in front of us ... quick glance at the damages ... as Rachel runs the card, I dig in my purse for cash ... leave $30 ... as she puts down the receipt for me to sign, she says …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You two have fun now, and be safe!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look up at her …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You're a great friend Rachel. Be well!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… with the receipt signed, look over at sweet Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Ready? Anything more? A little [abbr="Public Display of Affection]PDA[/abbr] on the way out for those two leachers that have been leering at us?”</span></span>[/font]<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 01:36:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br><br>As always, Chloe tells me to emphasize the girl I am....no apologies for tears.....(its one of the few things of which I havent mastered the control....Im helpless sometimes)<br><br>“Wear it proud Kimmie, wear your girl proud no matter what!”<br><br><em>"I am.....Im getting better at it too!"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;We decide to head out....<br><br>“Sure, let's do that. I'll settle with Rachel.”<br><br><em>"Aw....thanks!&nbsp; I havent been on a date in like forever!"</em>&nbsp; I smile.<br><br>Chloe hands Rachel her credit card.....and I know these two....Rachel wont accept charity, but she will accept a tip for her hard work.&nbsp; And Chloe will tip her generously.&nbsp; Its all good.<br><br>“You two have fun now, and be safe!”<br><br><em>"Thanks Rachel.....great to see you again!&nbsp; We'll be back sooner than later, I promise"</em>&nbsp; I say with a smile.<br><br><br>“You're a great friend Rachel. Be well!” adds Chloe putting her credit card in her purse again.<br><br>Now its Chloe and I who are exchanging smiles....<br><br>“Ready? Anything more? A little PDA on the way out for those two leachers that have been leering at us?”<br><br>I dip my chin onto my chest and look at her.....<br><br>One second later, I am giving her a gentle, 'more than a peck' kiss on her lips.....<br><br><em>"That'll let 'em know they made a big mistake"</em>&nbsp; I giggle
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-08-2018, 02:12:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie goes shy in front of the guys ... I go long! ... an arm around her and mash her mouth with mine ... a bit of tongue for her benefit and oh shit what the hell are you doing Chloe? ... but the guys! ... pull back…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Um, sorry. All an act!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… does she believe that? ... somehow I doubt it&nbsp; ... we head for the door and out ... dig my valet pass out of my purse ... and keep my arm around Kimmie&nbsp; hand over the pass …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You in a safe neighborhood baby? I'd hate to have the <abbr title="Range Rover">Rover</abbr> bruised. We could go to my place and park it in the underground!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… give her another squeeze ... no clue where we end up tonight ... other than in bed next to each other ... that seems foretold …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 00:20:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Im shocked....but pleasantly so...&nbsp; Our little PDA has turned into Chloe's tongue in my mouth!&nbsp; Not the 'tonsillectomy', but a quick, unexpected visit....<br><br>Gawd...that was sooooo sexy!!<br><br>She tries to 'cover' saying:<br><br>“Um, sorry. All an act!”<br><br>I pull her a bit closer and grin.....<em>"Oh....I hope not entirely?"</em><br><br>We make our way out of the bar....arm in arm....some people look, most dont....but I know the two guys behind us at the bar are disappointed.&nbsp; I giggle to myself.&nbsp; That's happened to Kevin before....and I have to say, its much more fun being on this side of that scene!<br><br>We get to the sidewalk, both of us grinning.&nbsp; Chloe says:<br><br>“You in a safe neighborhood baby? I'd hate to have the Rover bruised. We could go to my place and park it in the underground!”<br><br><em>"Very....you can pull it into the driveway.....no problem"</em><br><br>I hop into the passenger side of her car.....begin giving her directions to my place.....In 20 minutes I'm opening the door to my 3rd floor apartment.....<br><br><em>"This is home sweet home, Chloe.....come on in!"</em><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-08-2018, 02:50:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… drive through the dark streets and follow her directions ... gives me time to calm down ... damn, that kiss was explosive ... pul into the driveway and park ... seems safe but one never knows ... much worse neighborhoods in this town ... we head up three flights of stairs and finally reach her apartment ... she holds the door open for me and I enter ... step aside while she closes the door and welcomes me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“This is, um, nice Kimmie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she begins the grand tour ... I hope she has plans for us to kiss some more …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 00:13:21</strong>
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				I close the door behind Chloe and I put my purse on a small table nearby.<br><br>"<em>So this is it....small, but I love it"</em>.&nbsp; <br><br>The tiny foyer leads into the rest of the small apartment.&nbsp; To the left is a kitchen with a bar and 3 chairs for eating.&nbsp; Straight ahead is a small living room.&nbsp; A love seat in front of a floor to ceiling bookcase.&nbsp; Books, knic-knacs, and a couple of pictures neatly adorn it. Two overstuffed chairs with a reading table and lamp face a large semi-circular window overlooking Boston in the distance.&nbsp; To the right of the living room is the bathroom.....and the bedroom....<br><br>I walk Chloe through the apartment, showing her the bedroom last.&nbsp; A queen sized matress, bureau that also doubles as a vanity....sliding full length mirrors are the doors to a double closet.&nbsp; If Chloe opens them, she'll see a the closet of a girl who has purchased a lot of clothes in a short time.<br><br><em>"So what do you think?....Can I get you a drink?...."</em>&nbsp; I take one of her hands in both of mine......<em>"Or anything else??"<br></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 15:54:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the tour is brief ... yewt this is a one bedroom apartment ... and she's done her inner girl proud too ... when she takes my hand, I turn slightly toward her expecting ... but she asks if I want a drink ... um ,,, squeeze her hand ... turn to look up at her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Um, I guess. If you're having one I mean. Um, may I please use the, um, your restroom?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… can she see how nervous I've gotten? ... she smells wonderful ... should I be worried? ... last time she got me a drink wasn't exactly nice ... does she plan that again? …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 17:32:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I show Chloe my place....small, but comfortable....and a nice home for a single girl in the big city.<br><br>She opts for a drink and asks:<br><br>“Um, I guess. If you're having one I mean. Um, may I please use the, um, your restroom?”<br><br>I smile....<em>"Around here....its the ladies room, or the powder room...."</em> *giggle*<br><br>While she goes in, I return the 15 steps to kitchen and get out a tumbler....3 ice cubes and finally, I get to see if the Scotch I bought for this very occassion is any good?<br>I pour some "Glenmorangie" into her glass over the ice.&nbsp; I leave the bottle on the table so she can see what she's drinking. I pour myself a small glass of red wine.&nbsp; &nbsp;I hear the bathroom door opening........<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 20:35:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she shows me the ladies room and I use the toilet and was my hands ... she has a nice touch in her bath too ... even the towels are feminine …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… come out of the bath and head for the kitchen ... a glass with ice sits in front of one of the seats ... giggle …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You have great taste in whisky, Kimmie. I don't chill mine though.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pick up the glass and go to the sink ... fish the cubes out and drop them in the drain ... walk back to the table, licking my fingers …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And I don't waste great whisky either!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit down across from her and look at her ... slide my hand toward her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“May we hold hands Kimmie? I'd really like that!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>11-08-2018, 22:23:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br><br>Chloe comes out of the bathroom and I look her over with appreciation.&nbsp; She is just so damn pretty.&nbsp; Cute smile, gorgeous hair....a body to die for.....and she wears clothes that accent her appearance without even trying it would seem.<br><br>She sees the glass on the kitchen bar.....<br><br>“You have great taste in whisky, Kimmie. I don't chill mine though.”<br><br>She goes to the kitchen sink and scoops out the cubes....and licks her fingers, adding whimsically:<br><br>“And I don't waste great whisky either!”<br><br>I take a sip of my wine and while smiling, I say....<em>"Whisky preparation noted....and Im glad I chose a good one.....Ive saved it for you until you visited.....I hoped it would be just a matter of time....."</em><br><br>She sits down opposite me and her hand slides across the bar....<br><br>“May we hold hands Kimmie? I'd really like that!”<br><br>Time switches to slow motion......I look down and slide my hand over hers.....soft...warm hand.....I slide around the end of the bar.....my free hand runs under her hair and onto her shoulder.....I smile and gently rub her......<br><br>I whisper softly......<em>"I'd really like it if we could kiss again...." </em>&nbsp; &nbsp;My face is near to hers....I feel her breath as she exhales....<br><br><em>"Can we....?"</em>&nbsp; I ask as I nibble my bottom lip.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 03:20:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… our hands mee ... warm touch ... soft touch ... she's …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she wants to ... to kiss! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yes Kimmie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… our mouths touch across the table ... too far .. slide out of my seat still holding her hand ... stand ... my hand lifts her up ... step in close ... my other hand finds her ... our mouths touch ... and stay like that ... and finally I pull back gently without releasing her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Kimmie, please take me to bed. I need you!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 18:00:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The kiss.....I get light-headed....I havent ever kissed or been kissed like that, as Kimmie, ever!!&nbsp; I tingle from my toes to my head!<br><br>It lasts forever and is over in an instant.....my heart is pounding<br><br>“Kimmie, please take me to bed. I need you!"<br><br>I take her hand....and looking back at her, I lead her gently into my bedroom.....I slip off my heels and turn to her....I begin unbuttoning her blouse....push it off her shoulders and off her arms....it drifts to the floor.&nbsp; I undo her shorts and belt....I kneel down and tug them to the floor.&nbsp; I stand up facing her....I kiss her as my arms go around her and unfasten her bra.....I take that off....I slide my fingers on each side of her panties and glide them off her hips until she step out of them...<br><br>She stand in front of me....naked....vulnerable....beautiful!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 22:45:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… in the bedroom, she undresses me ... not the fumbling of a boy undressing a girl either ... little touches to that appreciate my clothes and my body ... and when I'm completely naked, she stands back to appreciate ... appreciate me! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; pose for her for a moment ... hand on hip ... shy smile ... feel like my first time naked in front of someone I want to be naked with for forever …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; step up to her ... caress her face ... then reach for the buttons on her blouse ... to her waist and tug it out to get the last ... then peel it back over her shoulders and off ... touch her bra strap as I walk behind her to unhook her bra ... once loose, slide my hands under her arms to slip them up inside the bra cups to cup her small yet firm breasts ... my inner scientist wonders whether they're getting bigger over time ... they should maybe ...slide the bra straps down her arms and off to join her blouse off to the side ... behind her, find the button and zipper to her skirt ... hold that up by the waist as I come around in front of her to let it down and to see the front of her panties for the first time ever ... what do we have here? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… remove her shoes next ... and then kneel, gazing at the bulge ... look up at her with my hands at the sides of her panties …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Does it still, um work, Kimmie?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I'm frozen ... can't take her panties down ... can't decide to caress her former boy tool through her panties ... or what to do next …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>12-08-2018, 23:03:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe stands there naked<br><br>Beautiful<br><br>Then she approaches me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I tremble.&nbsp; Her touch is so light....and its been so, so long since someone has touched me like this.&nbsp; An intimate setting with someone I care about.....my heart begins to beat faster and she is still unbuttoning my blouse!<br><br>Chloe works her way around me.&nbsp; I feel here delicate touch everywhere.&nbsp; The blouse slides off gently. She steps behind me and I feel my bra being unclasped....when her soft hands run across my body and lovingly caress my breasts, I feel weak in the knees.....I roll my head back slightly.....a soft moan escapes me.<br><br>My skirt is unfastened and floats to the floor.&nbsp; Chloe comes around to the front of me....my heels come off as Chloe kneels in front of me.&nbsp; &nbsp;And now we reach the moment why I have not become intimate with anyone over the past year.<br><br>My panties....but what resides therein.<br><br>“Does it still, um work, Kimmie?”<br><br>I shake my head....<em>."Not often....and, it has shrunk.&nbsp; While parts of me grew and rounded, this sort of did the opposite.&nbsp; I still have it....like I said, once in a while 'muscle memory' will take over.&nbsp; Usually not at the right time....but still....."<br></em><br>She remains kneeling in front of me.....unsure....perhaps turned off....perhaps this is the biggest rejection....a real woman wont want this.....Im too much of a freak.....<br><br><em>"Im sorry Chloe....maybe this wasnt the right-"</em><br><br>I get a little choked up.&nbsp; But I wont cry in front of Chloe.&nbsp; She wouldnt stand for that.....<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-08-2018, 02:38:59</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… stand slowly ... my hands trail briefly over her small and maybe useless penis ... don't linger ... put one finer over her lips …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hush Kimmie. I'm not going anywhere every again.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; and there it is ... words I wanted to say those last few days yet couldn't ... she had to fly ... and I had to ... to what ... to deny myself and dive into my work …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; my other hand slides up behind her under her arm ... take my finger from her lips and slide that around her neck ... move even closer ... lips touch ... carefully ... seal muy promise with a kiss ... hold her head gently and our bodies touch ... our breasts ... our hips ... my sex touches hers ... what we will learn there doesn't seem as important as maybe it once did …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; my mouth opens and my tongue touches her lips ... asking to enter ... the bed behind us beckons but not yet ... want to seal our promise with a kiss that will never end …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>13-08-2018, 12:24:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe looks at me and an expression of remorse washes over her:<br><br>“I'm sorry Kimmie! Um, I'm going to try something.”<br><br>She takes my panties down....then completely off....her hands run up my legs, my thighs and she rises to stand next to me, her soft hands touching my breasts.....its been forever since someone touched me...<br><br>“The nerves are all still there from before, Kimmie. Let's please see if we can stimulate them!”<br><br>I nod....and I feel her lightly begin to guide me to the bed.....I go willingly.....then I turn to her....<br><br><em>"If this doesnt work....please dont go....I-I want to be with you....Im a woman....I can still make you happy, Chloe...."</em><br><br>Now, I get a bit nervous.&nbsp; If she leaves....because of this....<br><br>I dont want to even finish that thought.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 02:24:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hush baby! Everything's alright. All okay.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; kiss her again and caress her sides …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I'm not going anywhere. We're together now. Just be here with me tonight. We'll figure stuff out tomorrow. I need you Kimmie. I need you!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; press against her ... my crotch presses to hers ... our breasts ... our lips touch some more&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 23:15:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe disarms my fears.....<br><br>“Hush baby! Everything's alright. All okay.”<br><br>She kisses me again and gentle rubs my sides....I feel her touch, I feel her calm....I feel wanted.....and so very relieved...<br><br>I manage a nod....I have no words right now....I just have a feeling of warmth....and desire....<br><br><br>  “I'm not going anywhere. We're together now. Just be here with me tonight. We'll figure stuff out tomorrow. I need you Kimmie. I need you!”<br><br>We reach the corner of the bed as she says that.....I sit down....and tug her down next to me.&nbsp; We tumble from sitting to lying....<br><em><br>"Im here....you have me....gawd Chloe.....I want you so much...."</em><br><br>I wrap my arms around her neck and kiss her so deeply.....so passionately.....and for so long....<br><br>I come up for air, but only long enough to decide I want another kiss, just like that....and I kiss her again!<br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 03:18:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the tumble onto the bed is gentle and we both cushion each other's fall ... and kiss and kiss and hug ... my distant executive is amused yet approving ... mother my dearest sense no danger so this is allowed …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we kiss and touch and finally separate slightly ... I'm panting and she seems to be too …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh baby! Kimmie! Caoimhe! I don't want this to ever end!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; gently yet quickly kiss her lips and pull back …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“My lips are bruised! I think they're swelling!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 12:37:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>After a long...(how long?&nbsp; Ive lost track of all time!) kissing session we separate a little bit to catch our breaths.&nbsp; I can remember kissing someone that much, with such passion, in my life.&nbsp; I think Chloe is in a similar mode?<br><br><br> “Oh baby! Kimmie! Caoimhe! I don't want this to ever end!”<br><br>She give me another quick kiss.&nbsp; I press my self against her.&nbsp; Ive just discovered how much I love the sensation of breasts pushing against each other....how it make me tingle....I impulsively kiss her again.<br><br>“My lips are bruised! I think they're swelling!”<br><br><em>"Awww"</em> I whisper....I put one finger over her lips.....<em>"Let me help....."</em><br><br>I snuggle over even closer.&nbsp; Our bodies together from head to our intertwined legs.&nbsp; &nbsp;I, ever so lightly, brush my lips against hers.....the gentlest of kisses onto her lips....<br><br><em>"Does that make them feel better?"</em>&nbsp; I ask with great "concern".<br><br>My hands light massage her breasts, our nipple remaining in contact.....<br><br><em>"You're so beautiful, Chloe....."</em> I whisper as I caress her....<em>"so beautiful....."</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 21:00:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; she continues our kisses ...&nbsp; softer than I would have thought possible ... stop her and giggle when she praises my beauty …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You're obviously seeing me through beer goggles! This hag does the best she can but my nose is too big and my eyes are too far apart and my cheek bones take way too much color to show and my lips are too skinny and my boobs get in the way. But other than that, not bad for a millenial lab geek!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… caress her face with my fingertips …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You on the other hand are magnificent. You've lips to die for that I don't want to ever stop kissing. Just the cutest nose! and eyes that don't stop showing your soul. And these ...”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; reach down and lightly touch her breasts ... no, not ready for fondling ... yet and maybe not even tonight …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“These are going to be the right size for your frame or can be with a tiny bit of touch up. You baby, you are perfect!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; go back in for more kissing …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 13:07:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>Chloe lists off all the reasons she's not beautiful, ending up by calling herself a 'not bad millenial lab geek'<br><br>Even in the midst of all this passion, I have to giggle at her self analysis.....<br><br>"Dont sell yourself so short"&nbsp; I smirk as I run my hand over her hip and onto her back. That brings me closer to her and I give her another kiss.....and another just because I want to.<br><br>She looks at me, our faces so close now....she says:<br><br>“You on the other hand are magnificent. You've lips to die for that I don't want to ever stop kissing. Just the cutest nose! and eyes that don't stop showing your soul. And these ...”<br><br>I let out a very low and gentle moan as her soft fingers lightly brush my breasts.....<br><br>“These are going to be the right size for your frame or can be with a tiny bit of touch up. You baby, you are perfect!”<br><em><br>"Shhhh....Im not perfect....but thank you"</em>&nbsp; I answer in a voice barely above a whisper.&nbsp; I press my breast into her hand a bit.....and we melt into another long kiss.....<br><br>When we come up for air some time later, I take my fingertip and push her blonde hair out of her eyes....<br><br>I prop up on one elbow and gaze at her.....<br><br><em>"Can you stay the night?"</em>&nbsp; I ask....<em>"I have room on that side of the bed"</em>......<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 19:29:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… more kisses ... tender and gentle ... more touches ... kind and thrilling too ... none of the rough and tumble with guys ... not that I've indulged since that night my freshman year ... she asks me to stay the night …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I will if you'll have me. I didn't come prepared though and I'll need to leave fairly early to take care of my critters.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… rest one finger on her lips for a moment …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“There's something you need to know. I, um, you're the first person I've let touch me since, un, since I was raped. Thank you so much helping me want you to touch me. Or however this works.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; kiss her cute mouth quickly …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And I'll need to borrow makeup remover and my breath is really foul in the morning even when I brush my teeth and I might snore. If you can put up with that, well I guess I can stay.”</span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 00:01:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe answers me....and Im thrilled:<br><br>“I will if you'll have me. I didn't come prepared though and I'll need to leave fairly early to take care of my critters.”<br><br>Im about to tell her just how much I want her to be here, when her finger rests upon my lips to tell me that she has more to say:<br><br>  “There's something you need to know. I, um, you're the first person I've let touch me since, un, since I was raped. Thank you so much helping me want you to touch me. Or however this works.” #Giggle<br><br>Then she quickly kisses me and launches into her self-deprecating evaluation:<br><br>  “And I'll need to borrow makeup remover and my breath is really foul in the morning even when I brush my teeth and I might snore. If you can put up with that, well I guess I can stay.”<br><br>I cuddle over to her.....<em>"I have all the make-up remover your heart could desire.&nbsp; I mean, look at me!"</em>&nbsp; I smirk....<em>"It only looks completely natural!"</em><br><br><em>"So, yes.....please stay....and since we are baring our souls a bit....You are the first person Ive been with...period.&nbsp; I want to thank you....more than words can say....for coming to me....and wanting me....I thought this might never happen"<br></em><br>Now its my turn to silence her with a kiss.....and I do!<br><br><br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 02:41:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we kiss and caress for a wonderful forever until my eye catches her bedside clark ... pull back gently …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, I know you don't have to go to work tomorrow but I do. Seven days a week, I have to. So let's turn in and catch what sleep we can, okay please?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; disengage and sit up ... lingering touch ... and I'm off naked to the bath ... her makeup remover is obvious ... go at my face and finish with her moisturizer ... a nice one that I used to use ... then sit on the toilet and do the necessary ... wipe and wash my hands …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Do you have a guest toothbrush, Kimmie?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; look in several drawers but nothing jumps at me …</em></span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-08-2018, 22:58:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Its been so long....forever for Kimmie....since Ive kissed like this.&nbsp; Chloe and I kiss and caress.....she does seem to want to avoid my breasts, so I return the favor and do not make any attempts to caress her breasts or kiss her nipples or maybe even give them a little bite.....Our kissing ends quietly....<br><br>  “Okay, I know you don't have to go to work tomorrow but I do. Seven days a week, I have to. So let's turn in and catch what sleep we can, okay please?”<br><br>I smile....push a lock of hair behind one of her ears.....I nod...."of course....."&nbsp; &nbsp;Im not ruining the best night of my girl life by asking for more.&nbsp; This, in fact, has been incredible!<br><br>I watch Chloe scamper off naked, to the bathroom, Im sure she'll find the make-up remover, and while she's gone I'll get my new toothbrush that I got at the dentist's office for being a good girl with my check-up.<br><br>  “Do you have a guest toothbrush, Kimmie?”<br><br><em>"Yes....its in the guest toothbrush holder, in the guest bathroom, in the guest suite...."</em>&nbsp; I tease back....<br><br><em>"Or you can use this one" </em> I smirk as I hand her the toothbrush....<br><br><em>"Toothpaste and mouthwash are in the medicine cabinet"</em><br><br>When Chloe is done, I take my turn readying myself for bed.....Once done, I slide into bed next to her....I dont touch her in case she's asleep and I would startle her.<br><br>I dont think she has the slightest inkling at all how wonderful tonight as been.&nbsp; Even if she were to tell me tomorrow that this can never be repeated, I would still be happy it happened once.<br><br>I put my hair into a ponytail and my head on my pillow.....next to Chloe.....<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 17:57:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she jokes about the guest bath in an apartment with only one bath ... and hands me a toothbrush ... go out of my way to touch her hand as I take it ... I like touching her! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Thans, Kimmie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… almost called her 'dear' or 'baby'! ... too soon for pet names? ... does she like pet names? ... do I? ... I used to ... now? ... hmmm, let that wash around in my unconscious ... brush my teeth and rinse my mouth ... my lips are definitely swollen from kissing ... head naked back into the bedroom ... brush my fingers on her arm as I pass her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Don't be long! Missing you already!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; rearrange the bed linens and pull the sheet up th cover my shoulders ... wonder which side she likes? ... go to the far side and double the pillow over to support my head as I lay on my side to wait for her ... do we? ... do I? ... what about? ... oh I'm sleepy! ...close my eyes and relax …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… feel her slide into bed ... reach out a hand toward her …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Goodnight, my love!”</span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 18:39:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>“Don't be long! Missing you already!” giggles my naked house guest as we pass in the in our bathroom visits.&nbsp; I try to slap her gently on the butt, but I miss....I wont next time!<br><br>I go through my nightly routine for getting ready for bed:&nbsp; Clean face, clean hands, clean teeth, hair up.....<br><br>Eagerly I head back to the bedroom and I see Chloe has chosen the far side of the bed for "hers" tonight.&nbsp; No problem there....I sleep on both sides over the course of a week.....I lightly close the bedroom door and plunge the entire room into complete blackness.<br><br>I slide into bed and feel Chloe's hand reach out and come to rest just below my belly button....I like the feeling of someone so close.....someone I care deeply about.....I really cant believe this is happening.&nbsp; But Im not going to analyze it now....if ever.....<br><br>… feel her slide into bed ... reach out a hand toward her …<br><br>  “Goodnight, my love!”<br><br>She can't see me smiling....I scooch over to her and find her face.....<br><br>I kiss her....lightly but affectionately.....<br><br><em>"Thank you for being here.....Ive missed you terribly....more than I realized...."</em><br><br>Then I hold my breath and just let my true feelings surface:<br><br><em>"If you ever need a place to stay, or to just crash after a long day....my door is always open to you.....as is my heart"</em><br><br>I hope I didnt say too much.....I hope I dont scare her away....but Im not going to hide my feelings....in fact, this naked wonderful woman next to me, told me to be that way, to be that strong, to be that type of woman.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 19:56:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her light kiss is so very nice ... just the right touch ... where did she learn this? ... a lovely thought as I fade to sleep …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my chronostat wakes me slowly ahead of the alarm I continue to set on my phone ... hear that in the other room instead of bedside ... and remember where I am ... it mutes of its own because that's what I set it to do ... another in 15 minutes ... sometimes enough to finish a conversation when I fly ... today though, different!…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… open my eyes enough to see where she is and lide gently across the bed to put one hand on her shoulder ... kiss her forehead ... whisper …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Good morning Kimmie! I'm getting up. Um, want to come with me for the morning? Vending machine food in the Lab, stinky animals. Best offer I've got! I'm headed for the shower.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… kiss her again lightly ... then roll out of bed and pull the sheet back up ... turn off my phone and dig a hair clip out of my purse ... clip my hair up and head for the shower ... decide the one towel will have to do and she can fetch another for her ... step into the shower and pull the plastic curtain ... wonder whether this will end up like the Bates Motel ... rinse off quickly since I don't have my products ... washcloth on my face ... won't go with makeup this morning …</em></span></span><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 20:40:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I'm awoken in the very nicest way.....a soft, warm hand, lovingly placed on my shoulder....One eye parts open then the other....I smile....<br><br>Chloe....<br><br>She speaks softly....perfect 'volume' for those first words of the day:<br><br>“Good morning Kimmie! I'm getting up. Um, want to come with me for the morning? Vending machine food in the Lab, stinky animals. Best offer I've got! I'm headed for the shower.”<br><br><em>"Sound wonderful.....Im all for vending machine breakfasts....love 'em!"</em><br><br>Chloe's little bare bum heads to the shower.....I stretch and roll out of bed.....I'll hop in and take a quick shower as soon as she's done.<br><br>I tap on the bathroom door.....<br><br><em>"Room Service, Miss....here's a clean towel for you...."</em>&nbsp; I say as I hang it off the back of the doorknob.&nbsp; &nbsp;I fight the urge to join her in that shower....but she has things to do today and this would just delay us pleasurably, but throw off the schedule.<br><br>The bathroom is still warm from Chloe as I head in....I pass her on the way....<em>"Coffee on the counter if you want a cup before we go"</em>&nbsp; I add<br><br>My shower is quick....I'll do my hair tonight, I dont want to hold things up with a 30 minute drying session.&nbsp; <br><br>Im my room....bra and panties, jeans, tank top, hair brushed and down....dash of eyeliner and mascara...touch of lipgloss and a spritz of cologne....just a trace....<br><br><em>"Im ready to meet your critters"</em>&nbsp; I grin as I fasten a bracelet on my wrist and sling my pocketbook over my shoulder....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 21:24:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i67.tinypic.com/211wkxv.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… dry off on the clean towel she provides ... let my hair out of the clip and use the comb from my purse ... good enough ... towel around me, head out to get dressed ... she tells me there's coffee ... detour for a cup and back to the bedroom ... finish dressing and return to the kitchen to check messages and sip coffee ... she comes in ready to go …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I have to stop home to change. My animals won't recognize me like this. Too tall and not in jeans.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we head down and I have a moment of panic before realizing the SUV is the other direction ... it beeps when I unlock it with the remote ... we head for my condo …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Um, we need to talk today Kimmie. And tomorrow maybe if we can't figure things out today. But I can't think about that until my critters are happy and I have some breakfast. So please bear with me if I seem sullen. I have a morning ritual that I need to restart and once the critters are all happy, I'll be ready for some Kimmie time.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we drive to the Charles and across the bridge and into my condo's underground parking ... up the elevator and to my place ... inside, I head for the bedroom …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Make yourself at home Kimmie. Look around. I'll be quick.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; panties and socks and bra and jeans and a T-shirt ... my flat boots ... tie my hair back ... into the bath for a quick check ... touch of lipstick will have to do ... back out …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“OKay, let's go!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; down again and back out ... short drive along the river and then into the campus ... park in the faculty lot ... the door buzzes for my pass ... the anteroom to the lab …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I can't take you into the lab Kimmie. Protocol. You can watch through the glass here. Vending is down the hall. Wave my card at it and pick what you want. I could eat a egg and bacon and cheese bagel. Oh, and use the Keurig there.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; hand her my card ... make a cup of the fierce espresso blend I enjoy and head for the door to the lab ... punch in my code …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“See you in 15 minutes for that sandwich.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; open the door to the lab ... Kimmie can hear the monkeys as the door opens and until it closes ... the quiet as they realize I'm there ... apologize for being late ... feed the monkeys first ... then the rats ... then back out to see what Kimmie has managed …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 21:31:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We head out the door and down the stairway.&nbsp; I've passed on the cup of coffee for now.&nbsp; Another thing that would take too long, and we're on Chloe's schedule right now:<br><br> “I have to stop home to change. My animals won't recognize me like this. Too tall and not in jeans.” #Giggle<br><br>I have to smile....it's probably true that they wouldnt recognize her visually.&nbsp; But once the food starts, they'll put two and two together.&nbsp; &nbsp;We head off towards her place and I mentally memorize the directions.&nbsp; I'll never be out of touch with her again, I promise myself.&nbsp; As we drive along, Chloe says to me:<br><br>“Um, we need to talk today Kimmie. And tomorrow maybe if we can't figure things out today. But I can't think about that until my critters are happy and I have some breakfast. So please bear with me if I seem sullen. I have a morning ritual that I need to restart and once the critters are all happy, I'll be ready for some Kimmie time.”[/color<br><br><em>"Ok, sounds good...let's feed the babies"</em>&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;Secretly feeling of dread has overtaken me....did I push things too far last night??&nbsp; Did I come too close to saying "I love you"?&nbsp; &nbsp;Will she tell me that she cant be with half a woman?<br><br>We cross the Charles and head to Chloe's place.&nbsp; Underground parking....elevator to her floor.....and suddenly, Im in a very much more upscale apartment than my own.<br><br>  “Make yourself at home Kimmie. Look around. I'll be quick.”<br><br>A new, toned down, Chloe appears....jeans, t-shirt and boots....I smile at the 'working Chloe'....still pretty as hell though.<br><br> “OKay, let's go!” she says and we are off again.....within minutes we are at the faculty parking lot then we 'badge in' to her lab outer rooms.<br><br>  “I can't take you into the lab Kimmie. Protocol. You can watch through the glass here. Vending is down the hall. Wave my card at it and pick what you want. I could eat a egg and bacon and cheese bagel. Oh, and use the Keurig there.”<br><br><em>"Sure, I get it....no problem....."</em> &nbsp;I take her card and head to the land of fine vending dining!&nbsp; I get her the items she wanted....to be honest they dont look half bad?&nbsp; &nbsp;I try my luck with a small coffee cake and some some coffee from the Keurig she had mentioned.&nbsp; &nbsp;I make my way back up the hall and watch Chloe going about her business feeding all her animals.&nbsp; I take a bite of my coffee cake and smile sarcastically at myself.....She's feeding me as well, and I certainly qualify as an 'experimental animal' myself.<br><br>I nibble and sip and watch Chloe tend to her 'flock'.&nbsp; &nbsp;All the while my mind is churning on what she wants to discuss with me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I try to stay calm, but "Kimmie Time" seemed so cryptic......I tell myself to relax....take a deep breath and it works....a little....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 22:38:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… with critical needs covered, I head out to see how Kimmie faired with the vending ... throw out my cold coffee in the lab sink and make a fresh cup ... wish I could make half cups ... sit at the table and tear into the sandwich …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“No problem with vending? Good! So what do you think? You heard the little beggars when I first opened the door! They'd wake the dead if I let them out hungry!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… work at the sandwich ... ravenous, and then recall dinner interruptus last night so we could go off and kiss ... smile to myself …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So think about where we go when I'm done. Maybe 10:30 or 11:00? A little bar maybe? North end? Pats don't play til tomorrow and the college bars will be full of sports fans for whatever goes on when helmets clash on a Saturday. Besides, I need to get away from campus.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; munch my sandwich …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Maybe on the harbor? Qiet where we can talk and make goo goo eyes at each other.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Go back by my place and then yours to, um, to dress up a little bit more? I need to wash off lab smells anyway. So think about that while I clean cages. Half hour if the monkey's cooperate, 45 minutes if they don't.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… last bite of sandwich ... cary my coffee in with me ... and of course the monkeys don't cooperate and they make extra messes and take extra time ... the rats are better behaved ... drink gulps of cold coffee as I go through the lab checklist ... sign off on what I did and didn't do ... no blood work until Monday ... exit the lab and arm the door alarm …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And now you know the drudgery of critter maintenance. Days when I have to take data are worse. Monday is huge, about ten hours to do everything that needs doing.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we head back out and into my car again ... back toward my condo …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So have you decided how dressed up we need to be for late lunch and drinks on the harbor?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 17:07:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe takes care of the animals....cage by cage...row by row.&nbsp; &nbsp;I had no idea she had monkeys too!&nbsp; How interesting!<br><br>She exits and comes to where I was watching.&nbsp; She begins to devour her "breakfast".&nbsp; I smirk.&nbsp; &nbsp;I had no idea this little girl could become so ravenous!<br><br> “So think about where we go when I'm done. Maybe 10:30 or 11:00? A little bar maybe? North end? Pats don't play til tomorrow and the college bars will be full of sports fans for whatever goes on when helmets clash on a Saturday. Besides, I need to get away from campus.”<br><br>As she eats, she offers up another good idea....<br><br>  “Maybe on the harbor? Quiet where we can talk and make goo goo eyes at each other.” #Giggle<br><br><em>"That sounds nice" </em> I say....and then as if to anticipate my next concern, Chloe suggests:<br><br>  “Go back by my place and then yours to, um, to dress up a little bit more? I need to wash off lab smells anyway. So think about that while I clean cages. Half hour if the monkey's cooperate, 45 minutes if they don't.”<br><br>Back in she goes and begins more work with her animals....The monkeys seem a bit cantankerous.&nbsp; Uncooperative as a minimum level of behavior.&nbsp; Perhaps my presence is upsetting??&nbsp; I move away from the window and sit down, out of their view.<br><br>  “And now you know the drudgery of critter maintenance. Days when I have to take data are worse. Monday is huge, about ten hours to do everything that needs doing.”<br><br>With the daily task completed, Chloe and I head out of the lab and back-track through the building and into the parking garage.&nbsp; She seems relieved to have taken care of it.&nbsp; I know there was one episode when a lab assistant didnt feed the animals with near catastrophic results.&nbsp; Some animals died, but enough survived so that the study could go on.&nbsp; It was a very, very close call and nearly wiped out several years of research.<br><br>We pull out into traffic and begin the short ride back to her condo.<br><br>  “So have you decided how dressed up we need to be for late lunch and drinks on the harbor?”<br><br>I turn my head to her with a huge grin.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Are you deferring to ME for fashion??&nbsp; &nbsp;I'm surprised, and flattered Miss Dawson!"</em><br><br><em>"I was thinking something like a light cotton dress, a thin sweater in case its cool at the waterfront, sunglasses of course...heels, sandals or flip flops....footwear selection is very optional....kind of classy-casual, if you get my drift?"</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 18:53:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2hrmsde.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; defer to her? ... what the heck yeah! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You had time to think! I was busy with critter care. Good choices by the way.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; back at my condo and upstairs …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, make yourself at home. I'll be about an hour because i have to wash my hair. Snacks and sodas in the refrigerator and cabinet left of the stove. Booze behind the bar.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… work fairly quickly until I need to decide what to wear ... thing thing my Mother got me? ... the fashionably new Silvia Tcherassi print? ... what the heck! It's for Kimmie! finally get the shoulders tied and then put shoes on ... twirl in front of my mirror&nbsp; ... I feel so girlie! ... haven't felt this giddy silly in a long time ... Mother would tell me to let go and feel that way sometime ... she thinks I get too serious ... bit of makeup and shimmery pale lipstick ... finally with a deep breath, I step out to show Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So is this light cottony enough for you, Miss Fashionista?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… twirl for her once and the skirt flares slightly ... giggle …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 20:08:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Back at Chloe's, I get the nickel tour of 'where stuff is'.....and the warning that this is going to take her an hour or so to get ready.&nbsp; I smile and shrug....<br><br><em>"Take your time, sweetie, I have nothing else to do today but to be with you...."</em><br><br>I go to the refrigerator and take out a bottled water, and stroll around the condo.&nbsp; Chloe has a beautiful view of the city from her window.&nbsp; Probably really cool at night as well.&nbsp; &nbsp;I make my way out onto her balcony and just absorb the sight, feel the warm air encompass me....and just relax.&nbsp; I sit and think about last night with her....how a simple 'let's get together led to spending the night in each others arms.....almost 'fairy tale-like' actually.<br><br>I go back into the kitchen to toss away the empty water bottle and 'Voila'.....Miss Chloe Dawson, ladies and gentlemen!!<br><br>“So is this light cottony enough for you, Miss Fashionista?” she says with a giggle and gives me a twirld....<br><br>"Gawd Chloe....you look beautiful!&nbsp; I LOVE that dress!!&nbsp; &nbsp;Of course I hate you....everything you wear is just perfect....you make a girl jealous....."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I take her all in....she is gorgeous....<br><br><em>"Ok time for your ugly sister to get changed!"</em>&nbsp; I laugh.<br><br>That begins the sojourn from Chloe's to my place.&nbsp; A considerable downsize from Chloe's condo, but it IS home sweet home.....<br><br>I offer her the refrigerator....and <em>"your Scotch is in that cabinet"</em> I say pointing.....<br><br><em>"BRB"</em>.....I smirk....<br><br>Now its my turn to take a quick shower.....shampoo my hair.....manage to dry myself and my hair in near record time....Clean lingerie....and I know exactly what dress Im going to wear.&nbsp; Its a touch more formal than casual, but in the right setting at the harbor, it should blend in seamlessly.&nbsp; Plus....its comfy as hell.&nbsp; First, light make-up....eyeliner that I always use...mascara....hint of eyeshadow....light "day" lipstick....blush....just like the dress I hold up to put on.<br><br>I wiggle into it....lace dress....airy....will breathe with me....and I think I'll look nice next to Chloe too.&nbsp; Pretty blush dress and the matching heels.....dig my sunglasses out of my other purse and slide them onto the top of my head.....glide my feet into my heels and fasten the little buckles with an ease coming from much practice.<br><br>A couple of pirhouettes in the mirror to make sure everything is perfect....I want to look good for this date!&nbsp; I stride out into the hallway and stand in the foyer which connects all my rooms....<br><br><em>"You wont be embarrassed to be seen with me, I hope?"</em>&nbsp; I say with a ill-concealed smile.<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/6b/10/9c/6b109c6ac6e73bd4840955a46f08bf4c--blush-shoes-preppy-fashion.jpg)<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 22:10:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… it's my turn to wait ... driving in a dress felt so different and I wonder why I broke my habit of so many years and actually put on a dress .. but then when I think about about Kimmie and what I want to suggest and what it might be like if she agrees, I'll wear dresses all the time if that's what makes her happy ... I've not felt like this before and so I'm going to go careful ... drink some water and explore her little apartment ... the window is dirty on the outside and looks like it hasn't been opened in a while ... the fire escape exit in back looks perilous and the door sticks when I try it ... she's put little touches on the place and I like the attempt ... but with little to work with on her budget, I'm proud of what she's done …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I'm woolgathering when she comes back out ... the click of her heels on the bare wood floor alerts me ... turn to see her&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>“You won't be embarrassed to be seen with me, I hope?”</em></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; maybe my jaw dropped ... I'll deny it ... her dress is gorgeous and it suits her wonderfully! ... stand and walk toward her ... enjoying her attempt to not smile …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh Kimmie, you're gorgeous! I need to go home and upgrade out of this rag I put on!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… traversing the stairs in our heels is a careful and giggle exercise …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I bet you wear flats until you get to work, right? If I wasn't advertising my legs for you, y'know, I'd be in my work boots or runners or barefoot at home.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we make it to my SUV without great drama ... the drive to the North End is through gobs of Saturday traffic complete with tourists who have no clue where they're going except from their phone apps ... I roll up to a higher class restaurant with valet parking and pull up …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I know these guys from the City. We're at low time so this is good for everyone.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… get out and hand the guys the keys …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“We might be back later for dinner, okay?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; grab my sweater off the back of my seat and take the ticket he hands me ... put that in the side pocket of my purse ... take Kimmie's hand …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, slow two and a half blocks to the waterfront. I hope the place is still there.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; and we do ... a slow walk ... holding hands ... two girls making sure they don't fall over in their high heels on the ancient sidewalks and cobbles ... the bar is still there ... hold the door for Kimmie ... smile at the bartender …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hey Sammie! Hi. Remember me?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… his grin suggests he does and he responds with a tentative 'Chloe?" …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yep Sammie, it's me, Chloe. This is my friend Kimmie! Kimmie, Sammie, the worlds best bartender.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… giggle when he suggests we sit at the bar …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Not today Sammie. Girl talk. On the deck if that's okay. I'll have a Tom Collins, tall glass and light on the Tom. Kimmie? That's a Tom Collins with half the gin. I intend to nurse a few for quite a while. What would you like?”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-08-2018, 22:20:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe's eyes say more than her words!&nbsp; I feel completely 'on air' when she says:<br><br>“Oh Kimmie, you're gorgeous! I need to go home and upgrade out of this rag I put on!” #Giggle<br><br><em>"You stay just as you are young lady.....you're perfect"</em> and I give her a 'cheek to cheek' kiss (that Ive come to appreciate now that I spend time doing my own make-up!)<br><br>We head down the stairs with our heels ringing out a feminine staccato on the wood.&nbsp; Chloe says:<br><br>  “I bet you wear flats until you get to work, right? If I wasn't advertising my legs for you, y'know, I'd be in my work boots or runners or barefoot at home.”<br><br><em>"Oh no....I wish somedays I was....no, we're pretty much business formal at work....Im in heels for 10 to 12 hours everyday.&nbsp; This....this is commonplace for me.....just hold onto my arm if you get wobbly"</em>&nbsp; I smile<br><br>We take Chloe's car to the North End....narrow streets, even narrower with tourist and other assorted foot traffic.&nbsp; We make our way to a restaurant somewhat overlooking the harbor in the distance....<br><br>  “I know these guys from the City. We're at low time so this is good for everyone.” explains Chloe as she hands the valet the keys.&nbsp; We both get some serious 'once overs' from the valet 'staff' as we exit the car.<br><br>Chloe takes her receipt, grabs her sweater from the back of her car seat<br><br>“Okay, slow two and a half blocks to the waterfront. I hope the place is still there.”<br><br>I smirk a bit....after all this time....Im more practiced in heels than is Chloe.&nbsp; And I need every bit of that practice on these cobblestone streets....<br><br><em>"Geez, maybe heels weren't a good idea?" </em> I laugh as we help each other along.<br><br>We arrive at the bar Chloe was looking for!&nbsp; Oh and its so cute!! Nestled in among old warehouse now converted to businesses.....The hard, even floor is a blessing!&nbsp; Chloe waves to the bartender as we approach the ancient wooden bar.<br><br>“Hey Sammie! Hi. Remember me?”<br><br>&nbsp;'Chloe?" …the bartender answers and a smile spreads across his face as well.<br><br>  “Yep Sammie, it's me, Chloe. This is my friend Kimmie! Kimmie, Sammie, the worlds best bartender.”<br><br><em>"Hi Sammie....very nice to meet you" </em> I say grinning<br><br>Sammie suggests two seats at the bar, but Chloe graciously declines, adding:<br><br>  “Not today Sammie. Girl talk. On the deck if that's okay. I'll have a Tom Collins, tall glass and light on the Tom. Kimmie? That's a Tom Collins with half the gin. I intend to nurse a few for quite a while. What would you like?”<br><br><em>"Hmmmm....lets see.....may I have a pina colada?&nbsp; Nice summery drink"</em><br><br>"Coming right up, ladies"&nbsp; he smiles and Chloe and I head towards the deck.&nbsp; It's a large deck with at least 15 tables on it.&nbsp; The view of the harbor is beautiful.&nbsp; In the far distance jets are landing and taking off from the airport.&nbsp; Its perfect, they can be seen but not heard....there are a few sailboats dotting the water and sharing the shipping lanes with at least one large freighter that seems to be idling in the middle of a broad channel.<br><br>Chloe and I get to a table nearest the edge of the deck.&nbsp; I smooth my lace dress underneath me.&nbsp; Pull down a bit on the hem to 'gain some material'.....I smile at Chloe.&nbsp; For a second, all is at peace....Its a beautiful moment too.&nbsp; I know we wont start our 'girl talk' until after the drinks arrive.....<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-08-2018, 01:39:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we take a table at the end of the deck with water just over the railing ... the gentle lap lap reminds me of how I would live if I wasn't fixing gender for the world ... a witches work is never done ... not in 10 thousand years since we learned and I'm not allowed to deviate …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Sammie brings our drinks …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Thank you Sammie. If you can keep this area just for us, please do!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; oh he gets my command ... and I didn't even need to bend him ... the several witches with whom he associates have him well trained ... not in all ways, we aren't cruel ... look at Kimmie ... lean across the table ... my drink as yet untouched …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Kimmie? Will you come live with me? Work for me too? But live with me? I'd really like that. I, um, I need to be close to you and that's the best I can figure out. I'm selfish. I'm sorry, Caoimhe.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… do all I can to remove every bit of compulsion from my voice ... it's become a habit and it can't be one I use of Kimmie …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>20-08-2018, 12:44:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The friendly bartender, Sammie, is quick to bring us our drinks.<br><br>“Thank you Sammie. If you can keep this area just for us, please do!” ask Chloe.&nbsp; Sam readily agrees and he leaves us with a smile.&nbsp; I dont even pick up my drink when Chloe gets right to the point of her 'girl talk':<br><br>  “Kimmie? Will you come live with me? Work for me too? But live with me? I'd really like that. I, um, I need to be close to you and that's the best I can figure out. I'm selfish. I'm sorry, Caoimhe.”<br><br>That request is completely out of the blue!&nbsp; I was not expecting that in the least....<br><br><em>"I-um....live with you?"</em>&nbsp; I ponder the meaning as a smile comes across my face.&nbsp; I remember our early days together when I was a 'Kevin with tits' and Chloe and I began working on making me into a woman.&nbsp; I remember long dinners, deep conversations and something evolved in me from resentment, to respect, to affection.....<br><br><em>"Yes" </em> I squeal quietly....<em>"I'll come live with you! Oh that would be fantastic!!"</em><br><br>Then part 2 of the equation needs consideration as well:<br><br><em>"Work for you too?"</em>&nbsp; <br>Now I take a tiny sip of my drink....ahhhhh perfect!<br><br><em>"I mean, Im not a scientist at all.&nbsp; I dont want to just feed the animals all day...monkeys...ugh! (I grin), but I would do that as part of my job?&nbsp; What would you want me to do?&nbsp; Can you even afford to pay me?&nbsp; I mean.....My job at Crabtree and Walsh pays fairly well....would it be to our advantage for me to work there and bring in a 2nd income?"</em><br><br>Im still more excited about moving in with Chloe though.....that is a definite 'yes'!!<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 02:31:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she accepts ... I kind of thought she would but I had to be certain ... sip my drink and reach across the table for her hand …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So there's two parts to this and we need to take them separate because they are. Let's talk about the job first. I need someone I trust to help. I don't need a scientist. I need someone like you who is smart and can organize stuff. You have a degree in finance and worked as an analyst until my uncle went all bizarre. And then you basically learned how to run the office. The only skill you don't have is dealing with lab animals. Have you had pets? Tell me about your experience with pets, as if this were a job interview for a pet shop.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I rub her hand so she knows it's not like that ... but it is too, sort of …</em></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>21-08-2018, 23:05:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe tells me there are two issues that need to be resolved.&nbsp; I let her go on.....Im still not sure if Im going to live with her or not....?<br><br>“So there's two parts to this and we need to take them separate because they are. Let's talk about the job first. I need someone I trust to help. I don't need a scientist. I need someone like you who is smart and can organize stuff. You have a degree in finance and worked as an analyst until my uncle went all bizarre. And then you basically learned how to run the office. The only skill you don't have is dealing with lab animals. Have you had pets? Tell me about your experience with pets, as if this were a job interview for a pet shop.”<br><br>I smile.....straighten up as if I am at an interview, just to tease Chloe a bit.&nbsp; Knees together, ankles together, ramrod straight up in my chair.<br><br><em>"I must say Ms. Dawson, I feel terribly overdressed for this interview at 'Puppy World'....."</em>&nbsp; I let a grin escape upon my lips.<br><br>But before Chloe can agonize and say "Im serious here Kimmie"&nbsp; I jump in with my real answer as I relax in my seat once again.<br><br><em>"My experience with animals....Hmmmm Ive owned fish...somewhat irrelevant Im sure, birds:&nbsp; parakeets and took care of a neighbor's small parrot.&nbsp; &nbsp;I havent owned, but have cared for cats and a dog once.&nbsp; &nbsp;In college I took care of one-singular-lab rat when I was in a Psych course.....So, that's my resume with animals....."</em><br><br>I look at her and add.....<em>"Im probably highly trainable, if you have time to teach me?&nbsp; And I would never do what that undergrad nearly did to you and wipe out your animals from neglect of my duties....."</em><br><br>I take a sip of my drink.....<em>"Ooooh this is very good!"</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-08-2018, 01:10:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she's all over it and with good humor too …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“My grant says I have to interview all candidates who apply. Now I need to advertise it and turn down the other candidates or conduct an interview. Doesn't say I need to do any more so you have the job unless I like someone better and I don't like anyone except you Kimmie so we're all good. I know I have to train you. I still take lessons from some of the career researchers when an animal goes weird.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; rub her hand with my fingers …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Officially we both work for my Daddy, or really the little corporation he's set up for me. It's called Chloe Rulez, Inc., just so you know. Daddy's silly like that. You'll be hired for $10,000 a month plus full medical and a 401(k) up to 10% matching and medical with no deductible. The company is my grant plus what my trusts throws in to make up any difference.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of my drink …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oooh, this is good! Sammie is the best! He used to make the best ever Shirley Temples and Grinch Punch for me when I was little!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… now I need to get serious …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I don't think you caught it last night. I may need to leave the country to keep doing this research. I'll be damned if I give this to the defense department to be used to fight wars! We're about people, not making money by hurting people!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… deep breath …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So you're still in? Even if I have to move to Sweden or Denmark or Norway or Switzerland? Daddy and Mother know I might need to do this and are prepared. Worst case means I won't be able to come back to the US because they might declare me a threat to National Security. Outside chance, but it's been done before.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… is she ready for the whammy? ... gotta chance it …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Kimmie, I'll give up this research for you. You're more important to me.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>22-08-2018, 01:32:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>Chloe regales me with the necessity of following protocol in dealing with hiring new people.&nbsp; Something written into her grant.&nbsp; So if that's the rule, then that's what we'll do.&nbsp; I blush when she tells me that she likes me....and, I have the job, and the training I'll need, she'll provide.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I nod...."Sounds good"&nbsp; and I run my nails lightly along her forearm.&nbsp; Im glad that Sammie is keeping this end of the deck "private". <br><br>Chloe fills me in on the details of the position:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “Officially we both work for my Daddy, or really the little corporation he's set up for me. It's called Chloe Rulez, Inc., just so you know. Daddy's silly like that. You'll be hired for $10,000 a month plus full medical and a 401(k) up to 10% matching and medical with no deductible. The company is my grant plus what my trusts throws in to make up any difference.”<br><br>My jaw drops until I quickly close it as being unladylike....<br><br><em>"$10,000 a MONTH!!!&nbsp; &nbsp;Are-are.....I mean.....gawd Chloe....I dont want to talk myself out of a raise.....but are you sure??&nbsp; That's more money in a year than I make now in 2 years!!&nbsp; With overtime!!…..never mind the perfect perks!!"</em><br><br>I look at her....then I have to ask a painful question:<br><br><em>"So this is your father's company officially.&nbsp; And, I assume he knows who I am.&nbsp; Or better put, who I was?&nbsp; Will this cause a problem.&nbsp; I cant take this job for a million dollars a month, if it will hurt you or come back to hurt you"</em><br><br>Chloe raises a finger and wiggles it back and forth to indicate 'no problem' while she sips her drink.&nbsp; She moves forward with her own presentation:<br><br>  “I don't think you caught it last night. I may need to leave the country to keep doing this research. I'll be damned if I give this to the defense department to be used to fight wars! We're about people, not making money by hurting people!”<br><br>"Oh no" I think to myself...."All this and then Im going to lose her???"<br><br>“So you're still "<br><br><em>"Yes" </em><br><br>"Even if I have to move to Sweden or Denmark or Norway or Switzerland?"<br><br><em>"I'd love to live in Europe....become a little fraulein"</em>&nbsp; I say deadpan...she's not dissuading me that easily!<br><br>&nbsp;"Daddy and Mother know I might need to do this and are prepared. Worst case means I won't be able to come back to the US because they might declare me a threat to National Security. Outside chance, but it's been done before.”<br><br>I can only nod at the enormity of the possibility.....wow....serious stuff!<br><br>Chloe pauses...her fingers stop tracing on my hand...I stop my nails from touching her forearm....something serious is about to be put on the table here....I just know it....women's intuition.....<br><br>“Kimmie, I'll give up this research for you. You're more important to me.”<br><br>I get up and in an instant, I am beside her....I sit right in her lap....wrap both arms around her and kiss her full on the lips....Right on the deck for all the world to see.....<br><br>I pull back....and look at her.....<br><br>"You are never giving up your research....if we are exiled to Europe, we'll make new friends, old friends and family can visit us....but we Chloe....us.....we will be together....."&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I look in her eyes for a moment.....<em>"I'll be your wife....someday....I just know it....do your research, hold me close....and I'll hold you....we can do this....."<br><br>I reach around, pick up her napkin.....Im the worst crier of any girl on the planet!!&nbsp; I dab my eyes and smile.<br></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-08-2018, 13:02:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she asks if Daddy knows who she is ... a smile …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mother does. Daddy doesn't need to know. I told him I was going to ask you to move in with me and wanted to hire you too, he asked your qualifications and I told him you had a degree in finance and business. And I said you seemed very well organized and were good with people and that was good enough for him. Oh and it's my company. He operates it for me at the moment. Just easier that way.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when I speak of quitting the research for her, she is sitting on my lap with nary a delay ... not that my little lap is made for sitting ... yet her instant response is so much about why I am so head over heels on her ... …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Alright all ready! Yes okay, marry me! Please! Ooof, you're bigger than me Kimmie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we get her settled again ... dang she's cute! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So okay then! Um, tomorrow we'll fill out your application and other paperwork and send that to the person who handles that for my company. And Monday you give your two week notice to Crabtree. I wonder if they'll keep you for the two weeks or give you two weeks pay and call it good? Hmmm, we'll just have to find out.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of my drink …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh, and we'll get you partly moved tomorrow too? Do you have anything other than personal stuff you want to bring? Or is it just stuff and your landlord can do what they want with it?”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>23-08-2018, 00:36:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Im not sure Im any more relieved when I find out her father doesnt know about my past life....but her mother??<br><br>“Mother does. Daddy doesn't need to know. I told him I was going to ask you to move in with me and wanted to hire you too, he asked your qualifications and I told him you had a degree in finance and business. And I said you seemed very well organized and were good with people and that was good enough for him. Oh and it's my company. He operates it for me at the moment. Just easier that way.”<br><br>I nod....and answer very tentatively...<br><br><em>"I think at some point your mother and I will need to sit down and have a face-to-face.&nbsp; Im sure there are things she wants to say.&nbsp; And, I need to let her say those things....to give her, you know, some closure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Im sure she'll appreciate my new life, nonetheless"</em><br><br>No matter how Chloe tries to smooth this over.&nbsp; Its a conversation that will need to take place.&nbsp; In fact, I may want to have it as well.<br><br>  “Alright all ready! Yes okay, marry me! Please! Ooof, you're bigger than me Kimmie!”<br><br>I giggle at her reaction to my impulsive, but sincere, reaction to her continuing her research.....and I did get her to say she'd marry me.....we'll work on all that later....hehe....<br><br>I return to my chair and resume a more ladylike demeanor....<br><br>  “So okay then! Um, tomorrow we'll fill out your application and other paperwork and send that to the person who handles that for my company. And Monday you give your two week notice to Crabtree. I wonder if they'll keep you for the two weeks or give you two weeks pay and call it good? Hmmm, we'll just have to find out.”<br><br>"Im sure my resignation will give Joel Crabtree a reason to celebrate.....It will be difficult to say good bye to Darlene though...She's been a brick for me!&nbsp; But out of everyone in the company, she will understand the best."<br><br>We both take a sip of our drinks.....I comtemplate a new life.....again.....The first time was going from Kevin to Caoimhe, now its moving in with Chloe....I have to admit....Im very excited about this!<br><br>  “Oh, and we'll get you partly moved tomorrow too? Do you have anything other than personal stuff you want to bring? Or is it just stuff and your landlord can do what they want with it?&nbsp; says Chloe.<br><br>"I have my own bedroom set....everything else was part of the furnishing.&nbsp; I can certainly part with my kitchen accessories....I'll donate them to the landlord....Other than that, Im ready to go!"<br><br>"Are you sure you can stand me Chloe??? You've lived alone for so long.....I'll give you all the space you need to still be you....Im just so happy....so unbelievably happy, that you asked me...."<br><br>I think I just did goo-goo eyes to her??<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>24-08-2018, 00:07:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she'll find mother different from what she expects ... and not unsympathetic ... mother has been my morals and ethics adviser on this as for my whole life and as one highly experienced in our arts, she is mother to many …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“First things first Kimmie. Yes, a trip to the City will have to occur eventually. When depends on having someone else we trust to take care of our animals.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… if feels right to be able to say our animals ... I trust Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So screw Uncle Joel but yes, Darlene has been great. What should we get her as a going away present? I bet she organizes some sort of party after work and you can give it to her then. Think about it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her bedroom set ... okay let's see ... this should work …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So my guest bedroom has a complete ensemble that we can put into storage against the day we furnish a house. Your bedroom set can go there. Will that work?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of my drink …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“We'll both learn how to live together. Good thing is I've not done much with the condo so don't have patterns other than sleeping and bathing. Would you believe I haven't cooked in that kitchen? Oh, everything is there and top notch too, but I haven't used it. Except the Keurig. If you call making coffee cooking, then I've cooked.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… rub her hand some more …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I am so psyched for this Kimmie! Until I saw you again last night, I wasn't sure this was what I wanted but it's like we just clicked, it's like we've always been together but never quite manged to get it together. Or something like that. I know that sounds silly but it's how I feel!”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>24-08-2018, 17:43:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>“First things first Kimmie. Yes, a trip to the City will have to occur eventually. When depends on having someone else we trust to take care of our animals.”<br><br><em>"I think I'd like that very much.&nbsp; Its a loose end in my life, and something that for better or for worse, I need to address.&nbsp; I guess I have a little more backbone and sense of responsibility or maturity or whatever than Kevin had"</em><br><br>I smirk as she addresses her Uncle Joel....Mr. Crabtree to me....<br><br>  “So screw Uncle Joel but yes, Darlene has been great. What should we get her as a going away present? I bet she organizes some sort of party after work and you can give it to her then. Think about it.”<br><br>Chloe is probably right....Im sure there will be some sort of going away party, unless Joel Crabtree decides that a two week notice is not necessary?....<br><br><em>"I better bring that gift on Monday.&nbsp; I think Uncle Joel will jump at the chance to see my ass going out the front door for the last time!....Hope we run into him at family functions though!&nbsp; I'll give him a great big kiss!"</em>&nbsp; #giggle....<br><br>  “So my guest bedroom has a complete ensemble that we can put into storage against the day we furnish a house. Your bedroom set can go there. Will that work?" asks Chloe, her mind racing through permutations...<br><br><em>"Might I be presumptuous here?.....I assume we'll be um, sharing a bedroom?&nbsp; I mean, Im pretty cute in a nightie..&lt;smile&gt;&nbsp; If that assumption is correct, then lets just put my bedroom set into storage and leave your guest room as is.&nbsp; If we'll be sleeping as roommates, then I'll take my bedroom items into the guest room instead...."</em><br><br>… sip of my drink …<br><br>Chloe explains that the condo has not had much decorating done to it nor has she even used kitchen!!&nbsp; She rubs my hand and I leave it there, reveling in her touch.....<br><br>"Well, the kitchen will get used now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Im not the cook you are, but Ive made a few meals and I learned a few tricks from you.....and yes, I agree....we'll learn to live together.....and I cant wait!"&nbsp; I scrunch up my shoulders and give her the biggest smile of joy and anticipation!<br><br>  “I am so psyched for this Kimmie! Until I saw you again last night, I wasn't sure this was what I wanted but it's like we just clicked, it's like we've always been together but never quite managed to get it together. Or something like that. I know that sounds silly but it's how I feel!”<br><br>I nod......<em>"Its how I feel too.&nbsp; Seeing you was like finding the missing piece of myself.&nbsp; I felt complete seeing you again.....I know our history, how this began and the motivations behind it all....."</em><br><br>I want her to know though......<em>"But I wouldnt change things.....I mean....yeah, it was rough at first...but....well.....I like being a woman.&nbsp; I like being Kimmie.&nbsp; Im a better person as a woman than I ever was as a man....and as Caoimhe and Chloe lived together, I came to have very strong feelings for you.&nbsp; When I moved out, I was lost for a while.&nbsp; Of course my father disowned me....'I had one son and two daughters, not three daughters'....blah blah blah....my sisters came around pretty quickly...so I wasnt completely alone.&nbsp; I told them this way my decision and they teased me a bit about sneaking into their rooms and trying on dresses...but at least they understood."</em>&nbsp; I smile at remembering that incident....("Why didnt you tell us Kevin....we would have helped you!"....they were so accepting)<br>&nbsp;<br><br><em>"I guess all Im saying is that Im glad you're back....I feel 'found' again"......and I dont want to be without you in my life ever again.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 04:13:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; no party? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“OIh there will be a party for your departure no matter whether you remain on the premises after Uncle Joel learns you've given notice. So we have at least a week to decide on presents for those you care about there! I do suggest you stop with Darlene, because going deeper risks forgetting someone and that's not good. We pick up the tab for the party, that's how we appreciate those who were able to show up.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; bedroom? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Of course we share my bedroom! And with time it becomes our bedroom! But until we design our own home, the master only has closet space for one girl and maybe a bit left over! So the closet in the second bedroom is almost as big and you'll have to settle for that for whatever overflows ours!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she goes all sentimental ... I'm barely holding it together too …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Kimmie. Kimmie. It's us against the world from now on! Okay? Yes, it's enlightened here in Boston and Mass, but not really. Today and tomorrow are the easy days.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; my history in the art haunts me ... witches were burned not long ago ... and can easily be again ... and Kimmie hasn't yet realized what she's signed on for …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 15:21:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe is adamant that there WILL be a party!&nbsp; I smile at her ferocity on the subject:<br><br><br>“Oh there will be a party for your departure no matter whether you remain on the premises after Uncle Joel learns you 've given notice. So we have at least a week to decide on presents for those you care about there! I do suggest you stop with Darlene, because going deeper risks forgetting someone and that's not good. We pick up the tab for the party, that's how we appreciate those who were able to show up.”<br><br><em>"Ok, ok....."</em>&nbsp; I smile....Im not big on parties like this, but maybe a lot won't come.....<em>"I'll just get Darlene something...for being 'her' for all of my trip at C &amp; W...."</em><br><br>We discuss the bedroom arrangements....and its all good.&nbsp; We'll be sharing her room, my closet will be in the 2nd bedroom, and that is completely fine with me.<br><br><em>"I'll set that up as my dressing room.&nbsp; I mean with two of us, we're both going to need space.&nbsp; I dont want to fight over the single mirror in your room or have a bureau with half 'Chloe' on one side and half 'Kimmie' on the other side....It will work out perfect. I'll take over the 2nd bedroom for my things....we'll move my bedroom set to storage and go from there"</em><br><br><br>Chloe lets me speak my piece....our past, our evolution....and 'here we are today' type of conclusion.<br><br>  “Kimmie. Kimmie. It's us against the world from now on! Okay? Yes, it's enlightened here in Boston and Mass, but not really. Today and tomorrow are the easy days.”<br><br><em>"Yes it is.....it is US against the world....."</em>&nbsp; I smile at her.....<em>"And, I am so ready for this"</em><br><br>A gentle sea breeze races through the seaside streets and up over the deck where we are sitting.&nbsp; I take a sip of my drink....I look at Chloe....In a day, everything in my life has changed.&nbsp; All for the better.&nbsp; Leaving Crabtree and Walsh will be a positive thing.&nbsp; Working with Chloe will be sort a dream job.&nbsp; &nbsp; Living with Chloe is a dream come true....<br><br>I look around, the deck is filling up, yet Sammie, true to his word, has kept our little section private.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 20:42:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and now, the other thing …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Kimmie, there’s something more. Um, I’d like you to see a doctor. A very special doctor and a friend of mine for a long time. I’d like her to examine your, um, your changes and learn what might be possible. I’ve not told her about you but she knows about my research and approves. Her name is <abbr title="”sort of an anagram for Jenny Tang”">Tangie Jensen</abbr>. She’s an Osteopath which means she’s a generalist. Not like one of those holistic quacks either. She specializes in, um, in trans people and such. She does endocrinology and some surgery too but I don’t think surgery is what you might need. Maybe so though, I don’t know. Will you see her? For me? For us?</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and there it is … the other shoe to drop … if her parts can be made to work again, that would be so cool for both of us … and if not, Tangie will be able to explain it better than anyone I know … plus she’s a member of the craft because of her maternal great great grandmother was adopted into the craft during the underground railroad when her maternal background from Africa and the Caribbean was shared with one of us … and we have all been better for it … skills we hadn’t dreamed of that all go back to the one who gave birth to the goddess …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“No rush Kimmie. But you need a doctor too, or will sooner or later. Best to get a relationship established before we panic some Sundatya and rush you ti a doc in a box.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… finish my drink … another or change? … do we go in and spend time with Sammie? … up to Kimmie … she’s the one suffering whiplash …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>25-08-2018, 21:39:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>As we sit peacefully, taking a break from our 'lets work and live together' epiphanies.....Chloe catches my eye and says:<br><br>“Kimmie, there’s something more. Um, I’d like you to see a doctor. A very special doctor and a friend of mine for a long time. I’d like her to examine your, um, your changes and learn what might be possible. I’ve not told her about you but she knows about my research and approves. Her name is Tangie Jensen”]Tangie Jensen. She’s an Osteopath which means she’s a generalist. Not like one of those holistic quacks either. She specializes in, um, in trans people and such. She does endocrinology and some surgery too but I don’t think surgery is what you might need. Maybe so though, I don’t know. Will you see her? For me? For us?"<br><br><em>"A doctor.....Dr. Jensen.....Tangie Jensen...."</em><br><br>I had considered going to a doctor.&nbsp; Not because I feel ill or anything, merely because I need someone who can take care of me if I should get sick.&nbsp; But, how do you go to a doctor.....tell them that you are a little of both genders and you're not even sure which one you are!<br><br><em>"Endrocrinolgy….and surgery...…"</em>&nbsp; It seems to me that this doctor might specialize takin a mixed gender person and making them a single gender?&nbsp; &nbsp;More research needed before I can truly make that assumption.&nbsp; I run my fingers through my hair....."for us" Chloe had said....and it is something that needs to be addressed.&nbsp; Why not by a specialist in this area?<br><br>“No rush Kimmie. But you need a doctor too, or will sooner or later. Best to get a relationship established before we panic some Sunday and rush you to a doc in a box.”<br><br><em>"To be honest. I have been thinking about my health....more specifically, what I need to do to take care of myself.&nbsp; Im not even 100% certain what I am, in terms of gender?&nbsp; I exhibit signs of both, and certainly I feel I am predominantly female now.&nbsp; So, yes, I'll see her....Tangie is a woman, Im assuming?&nbsp; She may be, in fact, the perfect physician for me to visit.&nbsp; She will already understand about me, or people like me."</em><br><br>I finish my drink......<em>"So, if you want, you can make my appointment, or give me her number and I'll call.....you said she doesnt know my history?&nbsp; Does she know of your work?&nbsp; Could I say that I received some of your drug and 'presto', womanhood.&nbsp; Would that suffice for her needs"<br><br>I swirl my empty glass in my hand.&nbsp; That brings Sammie over inquiring if we'd like another round?<br><br><em>"I think so" </em> I smile....<em>"How about it Chloe?&nbsp; One more?&nbsp; A light one?"</em><br></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 00:57:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; is Tangie female? … oh, right! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yes, yes Tangie’s all female. Dark skinned, hope that doesn’t matter to you.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; hmmm, hadn’t thought of that … some people have deep imprints on skin color … she asks about what Tangie knows …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“It’s probably best if I tell her. I need to take the heat for experimenting on a human and even though that worked out, she needs to know enough of the story to not be startled by a reveal that I experimented. No, I won’t tell her why I experimented on Kevin, Mother and a few of her, um, her associates know that because we talked about it before I went ahead and dosed Kevin. Tangie will accept their credentials but I’m the one who has to give her those assurances.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… yes, meet Tangie for lunch and then take a walk … call her Monday from work … Sammie comes our way … not even sending a waitress! …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Yes please Sammie, I’ll have another of these and please send a waitress with menus. They can fill up this section now I think. Right Kimmie?”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>26-08-2018, 16:10:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>Chloe fills me in completely on Dr. Tangie Jensen:<br><br>“Yes, yes Tangie’s all female. Dark skinned, hope that doesn’t matter to you.”<br><br><em>"Not in the least.&nbsp; I go by skill in their profession over any ethnicity.&nbsp; I would have requested that the doctor you chose be a woman though.&nbsp; I dont want to go to a male doctor and be judged by my appearance and questioned as to 'how I let this happen'.&nbsp; I'd rather be one on one with a woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;That Dr. Jensen is female, is perfect"</em><br><br>Chloe answers my question about who should contact the doctor and how much does she know about me?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;“It’s probably best if I tell her. I need to take the heat for experimenting on a human and even though that worked out, she needs to know enough of the story to not be startled by a reveal that I experimented. No, I won’t tell her why I experimented on Kevin, Mother and a few of her, um, her associates know that because we talked about it before I went ahead and dosed Kevin. Tangie will accept their credentials but I’m the one who has to give her those assurances.”<br><br>I nod in acceptance of the plan.&nbsp; It makes perfect sense.&nbsp; Sometime I'll have to ask Chloe about her mother and her "associates".&nbsp; It seems to me that the "Kevin issue" was discussed before a solution was enacted?<br><br>Sammie appears at our table....<br><br>  “Yes please Sammie, I’ll have another of these and please send a waitress with menus. They can fill up this section now I think. Right Kimmie?”<br><br>I nod and smile....<em>"Yes indeed.....lets have others enjoy this view as well"</em><br><br>I think:&nbsp; This should prove interestings.&nbsp; A doctor for me....finally.....And one Chloe recommends who will understand.&nbsp; I feel a small wave of relief embrace me.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-08-2018, 01:56:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… almost all settled then … a waitress brings menus and water … announces specials … something new called rock shrimp from farther south …&nbsp; tastes like lobster? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“We’ll try the rock shrimp please. Undressed with lemon and perhaps cocktail sauce?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; set my menu aside …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So we visit the animals tomorrow. We do that every day. You come inside and just watch. I may ask you to do a few things but I won’t know what until I find places where you can help the routine. I think eventually it’ll be divide and conquer in close to half the time, once you learn. It’s not complicated, just ordered and methodical. Then we’ll have breakfast and move your things. Oh, I’’ll need to get you a parking place for your car in the underground. Remind me to do that Monday. We can’t move your car until we have a place, there is simply zero parking in the area but there are spaces available in the garage by arrangement.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; the waitress brings our drinks and sets out appetizer plates …</em></span></span><div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MFZTLF6GnAc/VNKH44Q12rI/AAAAAAAABUo/A-gCz2y8Zfk/s1600/rockshrimpplate.jpg)</div><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Monday I’ll drop you at work and pick you up. If we have a parking place, we’ll get your car after work Monday and maybe get another couple of loads of stuff. I’ll call movers to get my guest room stuff moved to storage and get yours moved. I suggest you give your landlord notice on Monday and do the change of address thing with the post office. You can do those online.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; start to construct my mental checklist … the rock shrimp split open on their shells are delivered … I ask the waitress how one eats them … oh, very easy … we each try one, bare …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh I like these! Should we lemon the whole plate or do that selectively?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>27-08-2018, 23:24:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The waitress arrives at our table.&nbsp; Among the specials of the day is something called 'Rock Shrimp'?&nbsp; &nbsp;Ive never heard to those before even having lived in Boston my entire life!&nbsp; Chloe takes the plunge for both of us:<br><br>“We’ll try the rock shrimp please. Undressed with lemon and perhaps cocktail sauce?”<br><br>As the waitress disappears, Chloe has sketched out the events for the weekend so that we can merge our schedules and get things done in the quickest manner possible.<br><br>She covers everything from moving, to her animals....I guess now to become "our" animals....my notice at Crabtree and Walsh and even parking for my car!&nbsp; Her mind sees details as bold neon lights.&nbsp; She just doesnt miss a single thing.<br><br>  “So we visit the animals tomorrow. We do that every day. You come inside and just watch. I may ask you to do a few things but I won’t know what until I find places where you can help the routine. I think eventually it’ll be divide and conquer in close to half the time, once you learn. It’s not complicated, just ordered and methodical. Then we’ll have breakfast and move your things. Oh, I’’ll need to get you a parking place for your car in the underground. Remind me to do that Monday. We can’t move your car until we have a place, there is simply zero parking in the area but there are spaces available in the garage by arrangement.”<br><br>She would have no idea why Im smiling at her.....so organized!!&nbsp; Im a scatterbrain by comparison.....<br><br>The waitress begins to bring plates for our meal.&nbsp; The deck is filling up now and there are 50 conversations crowded into the open space.<br><br>The rock shrimp are delivered to our table....The look fantastic.&nbsp; Chloe gets the '101' on how to attack them as I listen in as well.....Seems they are ready to go!<br><br>My first bite tastes like heaven!&nbsp; The comparison to lobster is well-earned and highly accurate.....<br><br><em>"Oh my goodness, Chloe....these are fantastic!"</em><br><br> “Oh I like these! Should we lemon the whole plate or do that selectively?”<br><br><em>"Go for it.....Im putting lemon on mine anyway....so yeah....lets do the entire platter!"</em>&nbsp; I say enthusiastically.<br><br>We sit, chat about nothing....chat about everything.....and laugh too....not polite giggles reserved for 'company'.&nbsp; But honest to goodness laugh attacks that have us reaching for our napkins to dry our eyes.<br><br>Our new life together is off to a fantastic beginning!<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 02:41:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; our dinner is wonderful … a bit of this and a few of those and not too much … Sammie brilliance too to keep our taste buds thrilled without too much alcohol … we walk with arms around each other back the few blocks to my car …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh Kimmie! Thank you! You’ll never know how scared I was about today! Scared I guessed wrong about you, about that Kevin! Thank you so much!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we walk down the sidewalk … I rein in my thoughts about our life together to contain our life for the next few days … we have so much to do! … and so little time with each other except for snuggling …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we reach where the vale holds our car and call for it … in the Audi, I start back off the North End … still light …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So let’s go to your place and load up your suit cases and boxes for and fill up the car? Grab as much as we can for you tonight? Get the rest tomorrow?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; already turning toward her place … though alternatives if she&nbsp; chooses not …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 12:18:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>We leave the bar after a great meal! I mean, rock shrimp?&nbsp; Who knew.....like little 'lobsterettes'!<br><br>Negotiating the cobblestones in high heels is just as much fun on the way out.&nbsp; This time though we are wrapped together as one, 4 legged, woman.&nbsp; Once we get to the valet, cobblestones have given way to concrete.&nbsp; But, we still hang onto each other.<br><br>  “Oh Kimmie! Thank you! You’ll never know how scared I was about today! Scared I guessed wrong about you, about that Kevin! Thank you so much!”<br><br>&nbsp;I smile back at her.....<em>"You didnt guess wrong at all....Im so glad we re-connected.....Ive missed you...."</em><br><br>Chloe drives us back to my place and we plot our immediate move:<br><br>  “So let’s gp to your place and load up your suit cases and boxes for and fill up the car? Grab as much as we can for you tonight? Get the rest tomorrow?”<br><br><em>"Sounds like a dreadful way to end a great meal"</em>&nbsp; I smirk....<em>"But it sounds like a wonderful idea speed things along...."</em><br><br>At my apartment, I get out of my dress and heels and into shorts and sneakers.&nbsp; I offer Chloe some sandals so she doesnt have to help in her heels as well.<br><br>While she packs up my bureau, I go to the basement and get some boxes I saved from when I moved in.&nbsp; &nbsp;Together we make a really decent load.&nbsp; Luggage for lingerie, sweaters, and folded items.&nbsp; All the skirts that will fit in, go into another suitcase.&nbsp; I use the boxes for shoes and assorted footwear.&nbsp; I large make-up bag is re-filled with all my cosmetics and creams and lotions and nail polishes.&nbsp; It almost an embarrassment to see how much of those items I actually have....and use!<br><br>We bump our way down the stairs and load the car.&nbsp; The last items are my dresses on hangers which we pile on top of everything else.&nbsp; All in all, we make a huge dent in the moving plans and I can actually live from Chloe's place....Our place...already.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 22:08:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… at Kimmie’s, I let her take the lead … the sandals relieve my feet from the heels and I take it easy on the stairs, carrying boxes and stuff to my Audi … we’re off like a herd of turtles, giggling like I haven’t in way too long … at the condo, I get the luggage cart and we make a quick two trips using the elevator …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“See Kimmie? Wealth has it’s privileges. Elevators!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I strip out of my dress and into sweat pants and a T-shirt and together we tackle the pile of boxes … most go into the guest bedroom … her hanging stuff we start in that close and I move a few things of mine that crept in there to the closet in the master …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“We are definitely designing our own place soon! I’ll tell the designers to start with the closets and then double them before they design anything else. Maybe we should get a place down toward where I was when I first brought you in? There are some empty warehouses and factories ripe for development. We could get a 2000 square foot empty space just have our designer play at arranging it with walls until we like it. Great view of the harbor too! I’m going to tell Daddy to go buy some of those buildings on spec. That assumes no one has done that already.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; when we have the entry clear of boxes&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Go change. PJs or whatever. I’ll be chugging water on the balcony!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; grab two liter bottles of water from my refrigerator and head out to the small, sheltered balcony overlooking the Charles … would I trade this for a harbor view? … designing a space for us has its attraction! … wait for Kimmie to come out think about how to tell Mother that I’ve taken my rapist as my roommate and future bride …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>28-08-2018, 23:03:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I hate moving!&nbsp; UGH!&nbsp; <br><br>But, I'll do anything with Chloe.&nbsp; We have more fun, laughing at our inability to carry more than one box at a time.&nbsp; Or how pathetic it must appear to have two women carrying 'such a little box'!&nbsp; &nbsp;Chloe comes to the rescue with a moving cart at her place.&nbsp; Our 'long trudge' is really only to the first floor lobby....<br><br>“See Kimmie? Wealth has it’s privileges. Elevators!” #Giggle<br><br><em>"I must celebrate Mr. Otis's birthday in an appropriate manner"</em>&nbsp; I say, out of breath, as we head up to Chloe's floor.<br><br>I take over the guest room closet....dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes......Slowly the "spare room" becomes Kimmie's room....I fill the bureau and even before the night is through, set up my make-up in my all too familiar design on its new bureau.…<br><br>  “We are definitely designing our own place soon! I’ll tell the designers to start with the closets and then double them before they design anything else. Maybe we should get a place down toward where I was when I first brought you in? There are some empty warehouses and factories ripe for development. We could get a 2000 square foot empty space just have our designer play at arranging it with walls until we like it. Great view of the harbor too! I’m going to tell Daddy to go buy some of those buildings on spec. That assumes no one has done that already.”<br><br>I smile...her mind never stops.....in the middle of moving, she has hatched another idea to explore....<br><br><em>"Could be interesting"</em>&nbsp; I say...<em>."I think I'll enjoy moving in much more this time!&nbsp; (giggle)…..but seriously, there are some views of the ocean there, that with the right design touch, would be breath-taking"<br></em><br><br>Finally the boxes are gone.&nbsp; With considerable effort on our part to be sure....Chloe says:<br><br>  “Go change. PJs or whatever. I’ll be chugging water on the balcony!”<br><br>I grab my pajamas....something light and cottony.....<br><br>(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/89/70/8e/89708eb916635b9f7aeab7bc4b87c896.jpg)<br><br><br>I make my way out to Chloe's balcony.....the moonlight is just beginning to play on the river.&nbsp; I take a bottle of water from her and sit and just relax for a moment.....<br><br><em>"There nothing wrong with this view either"</em>&nbsp; I say.....looking out over the urban vista....Then I look at her<br><br><em>"....and nothing wrong with this view as well"</em>......<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-08-2018, 18:25:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… reach for her hand and hold it … something deeply satisfying being with her … him … them … yes …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“A fine view. Reminds me of views in some of the more exotic places I’ve been. We’ll go, too. Paris is one of my favorites.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… eventually we head for bed … snuggling is fun too … I avoid her special parts … rubbing her back is so nice and pressing together …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; our Sunday is occupied with the animals, getting the last of her stuff from her apartment, and getting my second bedroom ready for the movers … dinner at a nearby pizza parlor …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Monday our big adventures begin … I drive her to Crabtree and drop her off at the curb …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Have a great day Kimmie! Call or text if you need me to come pick you up. I’ll be up to my eyeballs in the lab today plus I have phone calls to make about a parking place for your car and to get the movers arranged. Probably dinner with Rachel? I’ll be ready for a drink and you can tell me all about your day!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… quick kiss and she’s off … I head for the lab and dive into the routine of animals followed by testing …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>29-08-2018, 23:11:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>We spend a relaxed time on the balcony watching the evening get later, holding hands....small talk....soft talk....Chloe tells me that someday she'll take me to Paris....I tell her Ive never been there....I confess to her that Ive not traveled much at all really....but Im really looking forward to it.....and my new traveling companion.<br><br>Saturday night we snuggle together in her bed....holding each other, kisses.....and just a glorious and peaceful feeling of being with her....I could hold her or be held by her forever.<br><br>Sunday dawns way too early and my muscles are a little stiff from lifting and carrying all the boxes and suitcase last night.&nbsp; But, no rest for the weary.&nbsp; We move the remainder of my things from the apartment, I clear up the loose ends with my landlord.&nbsp; I have the rest of the month paid for, so I'll be able to leave my furniture here until the movers come for it in a few day.&nbsp; Then we go to the lab to take care of the critters.&nbsp; I go in with Chloe this time but only observe.&nbsp; The rats could care less, but the monkeys are aware of a newcomer in their midst.&nbsp; Today is Day 1 of orientation for both species.<br><br>When Chloe and I make our way to a local pizza parlor, we are both ready to sit down and recoup our energies.<br><br>Sunday night....snuggles and sleeping.....I fall asleep with my arms wrapped around Chloe and my head on her chest.....Never slept so well before!<br><br>On Monday, we are still a 'one car family'.&nbsp; Chloe drops me off at C &amp; W<br><br>  “Have a great day Kimmie! Call or text if you need me to come pick you up. I’ll be up to my eyeballs in the lab today plus I have phone calls to make about a parking place for your car and to get the movers arranged. Probably dinner with Rachel? I’ll be ready for a drink and you can tell me all about your day!”<br><br><em>"Im looking forward to it already!"</em>&nbsp; I say and we exchange a quick peck....She drives off, and head inside.<br><br>I dont get to speak to Darlene until well after 2 o'clock in the afternoon.&nbsp; This is not unusual, she is in morning meetings almost every day, combined with some last minute Monday meetings, our talk is delayed. When she does come out and returns to her office. I knock on the door frame and go in....<br><br>I tell her Im giving my two week notice, that I was approached by Chloe with a fabulous offer that I couldnt say 'no' to.<br><br>Darlene smiles...."Im going to miss you like a sister, Kimmie, but we both know that with Joel Crabtree in charge, you were not going to advance any further.&nbsp; So with that in mind, I will miss you but I will celebrate your opportunity and wish you nothing but success in the future....and, also.....please stay in touch.&nbsp; I know people say that all the time, but I really mean it"<br><br>I head off to HR to let them know.&nbsp; I'm asked to submit a resignation letter as well, which I compose and send to them.<br><br>Exactly 32 minutes later, Im being escorted out of the office.&nbsp; Im told that once a 'certain party' heard of my notice, my departure date was accelerated by 13 and a half days.<br><br>Joel Crabtree and his final action against me.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I leave with a box of personal items.&nbsp; Not very much as I had no pictures of a boyfriend or a girlfriend to show off.&nbsp; Just a couple of 'desk trinkets' and a hug from Darlene.<br><br>I text Chloe:<br><br><em>###Got walked out. UJoel strikes again.&nbsp; Walking to the lab.&nbsp; Will share glass of water with the monkeys</em><br><br>30 minutes later, I text her again to let her know, Im outside and not sure how to get in?<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-08-2018, 22:50:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… up to my eyeballs! … blood and urine … label and smear slides and check for tumors … and all the other little things the animals get done once a week … a granola bar out of the machine is lunch … back at it … hear my phone ding with a message … oh shit! … missed an earlier message and she’s outside! …head for the door to let her in …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hey, um, come on in. Swipe badges and all that. Have to get you one ASAP I guess.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; get her inside the office and clear off the guest chair … the desk is covered with my crap …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I have another 45 minutes or so, okay? Hang tight and we can go toast Uncle Joel’s weak heart and then get your car. You have a parking place!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I dive back into my work and not to much later we’re in the Audi headed for Rachel’s bar … traffic is fierce! … we’<br>re seated at the bar and Rachel comes over to take our orders …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Hey Rachel, I’d like to introduce my new roommate and employee!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… giggles around … our drinks are poured … lift my glass to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Too you! For surviving the second worst asshole to ever drag his knuckles across the planet.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… touch glasses and sip …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I keep number one open because there have to be worse assholes than Uncle Joel but I haven’t met them yet. So dish! How’d it all go down, when’s the party, all the dirt and then I have a most interesting piece of news from Mother.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit back to listen … my short call to Mother was much longer than I planned … she took the news on Kimmie better than I thought but now Kimmie wil be on the hot seat when they visit this coming weekend … and the other news is priceless! … feel like the cat with the live canary in my mouth! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-08-2018, 23:39:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe rescues me from the outside and takes me back to her lab.&nbsp; She is obviously busy and I make sure NOT to need a lot of attention.<br><br>“I have another 45 minutes or so, okay? Hang tight and we can go toast Uncle Joel’s weak heart and then get your car. You have a parking place!”<br><em><br>"Yay!!!&nbsp; A parking space!&nbsp; &nbsp;Look do your thing, take your time.&nbsp; Im in no rush, Im where I want to be...."</em>&nbsp; I wave her back into the lab.&nbsp; I watch her work through the window.<br><br>Its almost and hour before Chloe finishes her work.&nbsp; I sit quietly and watch, ask no questions, do nothing to distract her or make her feel like Im bored. This is Chloe lab time....Her work is a priority for both of us now.<br><br>Soon we are bogged down in dreadful traffic as we try to make our way crosstown.&nbsp; &nbsp;We do, eventually, arrive, get seated at the bar and Rachel swoops over.&nbsp; How she can be so pleasant with the hours of work she puts in, is, amazing!<br><br> “Hey Rachel, I’d like to introduce my new roommate and employee!” #Giggle<br><br>Rachel giggles along with us....pats both of our hands and congratulates us.....Her happiness is genuine and I feel really good sharing the news with her.&nbsp; &nbsp;We are served our drinks and Chloe offers a toast to us!<br><br>  “Too you! For surviving the second worst asshole to ever drag his knuckles across the planet.”<br><br>….the clink of our glasses touching....and Chloe adds:<br><br>  “I keep number one open because there have to be worse assholes than Uncle Joel but I haven’t met them yet. So dish! How’d it all go down, when’s the party, all the dirt and then I have a most interesting piece of news from Mother.”<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;I explain how my day went from the moment she dropped me off....to the 2 PM meeting with Darlene.&nbsp; Then a half hour later, my services were no longer needed.&nbsp; Darlene had hinted that Joel got the new and accelerated "my" decision.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"I dont really care....he just cut off my good-bye tour....which by the way will have a brief comeback on Wednesday at 5 o'clock at Hallahan's bar in Brighton.....Want to be my date?"</em>&nbsp; I smile....<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; <em>"I need to get something for Darlene though.....Any ideas?&nbsp; I know she loves her Pandora charm bracelet....I was thinking of a "Forget Me Not" charm?"</em><br><br>I take a sip of my drink.....<em>"Sooooo tell me"</em>&nbsp; I say eagerly....<em>"What's your news??"</em><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>31-08-2018, 20:43:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Hallahan’s? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Oh sure! I’ll be your date. I’ve not been to Hallahan’s, how dressed up do we get, like your work clothes right cuz that’s what everyone else will be wearing? Let’s plan on cruising jewelry stores after work tomorrow.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip my drink while she answers … now the news …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So I called the movers and they’ll be by on Saturday to empty out the bedroom and put it in storage and then go get yours and put it in. They’ll be at the condo around nine so we can’t sleep in until Sunday, but that’s no good either because …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of my drink …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mother and Daddy are flying into Logan Saturday afternoon. Because Uncle Joel has got himself in a massive pile of hurt and Daddy’s sister Aunt Becky is talking divorce and ruining him financially if he doesn’t give her the firm. Um …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lean close and whisper …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“There are pictures of Uncle Joel with his dick in a cage being fucked in the ass by a guy in a pink tutu. And Aunt Becky has the pictures and her private investigator has the tutu guy safely stashed away at great expense while she negotiates with Uncle Joel and a Boston Globe reporter is already sniffing around the edges. Daddy is coming up to help write the terms of the divorce and Mother is coming to take Uncle Joel out back and box his ears. Daddy is going back on Monday after talking the terms over with Aunt Becky’s attorney because he’s not licensed in Mass and Mother will come stay with us for a few days and you get to drive her around town and submit to her grilling and help take care of Aunt Becky who’s a wreck but in a livid rage and she’ll drink too much if someone isn’t there with her.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… thud and double thud … I reach over and close her mouth …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Dear, keep it open any longer and you’ll be catching flies. Oh, and you have a doctor’s appointment next Thursday afternoon with, um, Dr. Jensen that Mother ratified throughg her, um, her associates up here. I don’t know if Mother will still be here but either way, I’ll go with you and be along as much as you want. Oh, and Daddy will bring everything for you to sign so that as of next Monday you’re on salary with Chloe Rulez and have to do everything I say too!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Rachel apparently hear that last part …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Don’t trust her farther than you can throw her, Kimmie! She’ll turn on you and you won’t know what hit you!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; good giggles all around …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Actually, Chloe Rulez sells you to the Grad School as a Contractor Lab Assistant and then you’re assigned to my lab. Your grievance committee is the department chair and I have his soul twisted around my little finger but that’s another story.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>01-09-2018, 00:17:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><em>"Hallahan's is the epitome of an 'after work' pub.&nbsp; Although not too 'blue collar', Ive seen construction workers hob-nobbing with bank managers in there....Everything and anything goes as far as dress....to you my dear, I would say:&nbsp; wear whatever is comfortable for you"</em><br><br>We decide to hit a couple of jewelry stores tomorrow for Darlene's gift.....we each take a sip of our drinks....then Chloe gets into her news:<br><br>  “So I called the movers and they’ll be by on Saturday to empty out the bedroom and put it in storage and then go get yours and put it in. They’ll be at the condo around nine so we can’t sleep in until Sunday, but that’s no good either because …”<br><br>I arch my eyebrow as the Mistress of Drama takes a pause in her presentation...…<br><br><em>"Ok....movers....no sleep on Saturday....no sleep on Sunday, becaaaaauuuuuuuusssssssssseeeeeeeeee???"</em><br><br>  “Mother and Daddy are flying into Logan Saturday afternoon. Because Uncle Joel has got himself in a massive pile of hurt and Daddy’s sister Aunt Becky is talking divorce and ruining him financially if he doesn’t give her the firm. Um …”<br><br>…I lean towards her as she leans towards me....this must be juicy!<br><br>  “There are pictures of Uncle Joel with his dick in a cage being fucked in the ass by a guy in a pink tutu. And Aunt Becky has the pictures and her private investigator has the tutu guy safely stashed away at great expense while she negotiates with Uncle Joel and a Boston Globe reporter is already sniffing around the edges. Daddy is coming up to help write the terms of the divorce and Mother is coming to take Uncle Joel out back and box his ears. Daddy is going back on Monday after talking the terms over with Aunt Becky’s attorney because he’s not licensed in Mass and Mother will come stay with us for a few days and you get to drive her around town and submit to her grilling and help take care of Aunt Becky who’s a wreck but in a livid rage and she’ll drink too much if someone isn’t there with her.”<br><br>My jaw drops.....I dont even say anything....The shocked expression on my face worth the proverbial 1000 words!<br><br>  “Dear, keep it open any longer and you’ll be catching flies. Oh, and you have a doctor’s appointment next Thursday afternoon with, um, Dr. Jensen that Mother ratified through her, um, her associates up here. I don’t know if Mother will still be here but either way, I’ll go with you and be along as much as you want. Oh, and Daddy will bring everything for you to sign so that as of next Monday you’re on salary with Chloe Rulez and have to do everything I say too!” #Giggle<br><br>… Rachel apparently hears that last part …<br><br>  “Don’t trust her farther than you can throw her, Kimmie! She’ll turn on you and you won’t know what hit you!”<br><br>…&nbsp; That breaks the stunned moment and we all laugh!<br><br>  “Actually, Chloe Rulez sells you to the Grad School as a Contractor Lab Assistant and then you’re assigned to my lab. Your grievance committee is the department chair and I have his soul twisted around my little finger but that’s another story.”<br><br><em>"Wow....not even at Chloe Rulez for a day and Ive been transferred!&nbsp; What a ruthless organization"</em>&nbsp; I laugh<br><br>I take a long sip of my drink and process, or try to process, everything that Chloe just dropped with all her bombshells.<br><br><em>"So, Mr "I hate gays and transgenders" gets caught with his penis in a cage and a ballerina fucking him up the ass??&nbsp; And, Aunt Becky got pictures???&nbsp; Oh, I do sooooo want to see Uncle Joel again.....Tell your Aunt "Name a price"&nbsp; I'll pay anything for one of those pictures!"</em><br><br><em>"Well he deserves whatever he gets....financial ruin, public humiliation.&nbsp; I have little sympathy for him&nbsp; even though part of me feels badly......which brings me to your second point:&nbsp; Your mother, and father and Aunt Becky are coming to stay with us for a bit....I see that your lab assistant can also be assigned 'other duties as needed by the company'??"<br></em><br>I smirk to let Chloe know that Im fine with this.<br><br><em>"I did want to meet your mother, and if possible, clear the air between us.&nbsp; Moreso now, that you and I have made 'future plans'.....You told me about your father, he doesnt know, so I'll just be Kimmie to him.....I assume Aunt Becky doesnt know either?&nbsp; Not that I'll be more than a footnote on all the important activities she's being confronted with at this moment"</em><br><br><em>"Im looking forward to this....I really am....I want your mother to like me as a future daughter-in-law....maybe in time, we can be friends too?"</em><br><br><em>"Wow Chloe....when you get news....you get NEWS!"</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-09-2018, 18:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… giggle …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You’re right, Chloe Rulez won’t employ Ruth, so indeed we are and will remain ruthless. But as the only employees and there now being two of us, we get to organize a union and negotiate ruthlessly with the operssive managers meaning Daddy and the Comptroller and Administrator. So look at the bright side, sing Union hymns and marching a picket line for better working conditions.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… yes, dear Uncle Joel …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Mother said she’ll visit him at his hotel, he moved out or Aunt Becky threw him out. Daddy will meet with Aunt Becky at her home on Beacon Street. We may go there sometime, you’ll love this house. Townhouse at 74 Beacon (http://realestate.boston.com/buying/2014/10/23/10-most-expensive-homes-in-boston-this-fall/). Infinity pool on the roof! About 8500 square feet. I’m guessing mortgaged to the hilt but I don’t know their finances. Mother did say that Becky is going for his share of the company so may saddle him with the house while she rakes in the profits. Hopefully the other partners can pick up the slack, I don’t know how much of an influence he was on day to day work. I have no intention of seeing the man again.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; and planning …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So they’ll stay in a hotel until Daddy leaves on Monday and then she’ll come to the condo. I inserted! So Monday you stay home and get to recieve her and get her installed while I mess with the lab. That’ll give you two time to get to know her, she really is a wonderful person! She knows Kevin is gone or rather upgraded, so it’ll be two people getting to know each other. We’ll probably go have brunch at their hotel on Sunday. The stay at the Hyatt in the North End. And you and I will swap cars on Monday so you can drive Mother around in style.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… how to describe Mother? …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So her name is Circe. I suggest you call her Mrs. Dawson until she tells you what to call her. I hope she says to call her Mother. She has one cat but that will stay in the City. She’s black, the cat I mean. Is usually on Mother’s lap when she’s sitting. Her hobbies are being an art patron and studying medieval manuscripts. Her degree is in indo-european languages and she has published a few translations and scholarly studies to good reviews. So I hope you two get along. Don’t talk about Uncle Joel, she was livid about him on the phone. I’ve overheard a tongue lashing she delivered to someone on the phone. The pierson’s parents and all their offspring will visit places not usually spoken aloud for eternity and thereafter. Ugh, do not piss her off!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I snag a couple of menus …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I’m famished! Vending machine lunch on Mondays has to end!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 17:13:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><em>"Ooooh, I like singing Union songs....and we'll need a slogan too....something we can rattle our signs to at the same time that we are chanting.....I am soooooooooooo looking forward to our first strike!"</em><br><br>We turn our conversation to the more serious matters....Uncle Joel....Joel the bastard as far as Im concerned:<br><br>  “Mother said she’ll visit him at his hotel, he moved out or Aunt Becky threw him out. Daddy will meet with Aunt Becky at her home on Beacon Street."<br><br>I think:&nbsp; Just what I need....Joel getting Chloe's mother all full of fight before she meets me....oh boy....bad timing but not a thing I can do about that.&nbsp; Im along for the ride at this point.<br><br>Chloe continues and describes her Aunt's house....<br><br><br>"We may go there sometime, you’ll love this house. Townhouse at 74 Beacon. Infinity pool on the roof! About 8500 square feet. I’m guessing mortgaged to the hilt but I don’t know their finances. Mother did say that Becky is going for his share of the company so may saddle him with the house while she rakes in the profits. Hopefully the other partners can pick up the slack, I don’t know how much of an influence he was on day to day work. I have no intention of seeing the man again.”<br><br><em>"The house sounds amazing!&nbsp; 8500 square feet????&nbsp; That's a mansion....on Beacon Hill.....gawd.....multi million dollar piece of property right there....Influence??&nbsp; Joel Crabtree??&nbsp; I was about 3 levels down from him on the company pyramid.&nbsp; He called a lot of shots....With your name on the company logo, he wielded a ton of influence with the Board.&nbsp; His absence will be a big void.&nbsp; And if the circumstances get made public, it will hurt the client base for a long while"</em><br><br>"If I ever see him again, I hope Im wearing something pink!"&nbsp; &lt;smirk&gt;<br><br>Chloe maps out the upcoming agenda:<br><br>  “So they’ll stay in a hotel until Daddy leaves on Monday and then she’ll come to the condo. I inserted! So Monday you stay home and get to receive her and get her installed while I mess with the lab. That’ll give you two time to get to know her, she really is a wonderful person! She knows Kevin is gone or rather upgraded, so it’ll be two people getting to know each other. We’ll probably go have brunch at their hotel on Sunday. The stay at the Hyatt in the North End. And you and I will swap cars on Monday so you can drive Mother around in style.”<br><br>I nod....Brunch tomorrow at the hotel....day after, "Mom" comes to stay with us for as long as she needs to deal with this family debacle brought on by Joel...<br><em><br>"Sounds good....I like that I'll get to meet her before hand instead of on the day she arrives to stay at your, well our, condo.&nbsp; I'll make plenty of room in the closet for her clothes.....should I move my things out of there entirely??&nbsp; Will that make her more comfortable??&nbsp; I mean....what is she like?&nbsp; Ive obviously never met her and Im sure she's heard an earful about me already?"</em><br><br>I get the <span class="bbc_u">"Intro to Mother"</span> from Chloe:<br><br>  “So her name is Circe. I suggest you call her Mrs. Dawson until she tells you what to call her." <br><br><em>"Circe?&nbsp; Like the sorceress from the Odyssey?&nbsp; Yikes....ok....yeah, Mrs. Dawson it is!"</em>&nbsp; Chloe smiles and continues:<br><br>"I hope she says to call her Mother. She has one cat but that will stay in the City. She’s black, the cat I mean. Is usually on Mother’s lap when she’s sitting. Her hobbies are being an art patron and studying medieval manuscripts. Her degree is in indo-european languages and she has published a few translations and scholarly studies to good reviews. So I hope you two get along. Don’t talk about Uncle Joel, she was livid about him on the phone. I’ve overheard a tongue lashing she delivered to someone on the phone. The person’s parents and all their offspring will visit places not usually spoken aloud for eternity and thereafter. Ugh, do not piss her off!”<br><br><em>"I'll do my best to stay on her good side....if its even possible??&nbsp; I mean, gawd....look what I did to her daughter?...."</em><br><br>I take a deep breath....<em>"But, I want to meet her.&nbsp; Im not spending the rest of our lives together avoiding this woman.&nbsp; If she hates me, I get it.&nbsp; But at least I'll know where I stand and I'd prefer to know that than to wander around with my head in the sand....Besides, maybe she'll think my "upgrade" as you called is serving as some atonement for my wretched behavior from the past?"</em><br><br>We pick up our menus.....<br><br>  “I’m famished! Vending machine lunch on Mondays has to end!”<br><br><em>"I've seen that vending machine, Chloe....yeah....not too many trips there before you've sampled it all...."</em><br><br>I flip open the menu.....<em>"Dr. Jensen on Thursday too.....ok....got that too....Quite a week in store for us wouldnt you say?"</em><br><br><em>"What looks good to you?" </em> I ask scanning the fares.....<br><br>This could be a good week or a week where I end up crying in my room on Friday.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 20:21:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she gets the doctor date wrong …. I get out my phone …</em></span></span><br><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Lab </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> K pty </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> clean </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Tangie’s q week from Thursday. See? We have the rest of this week to get our panties unwadded ahead of the parental assault. And then almost a week of sheer panic.” #Giggle</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we both look at menus and order and have a second drink and it isn’t until we’re in the car to fetch hers that we continue our conversation …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Look, Mother is one of the kindest, gentlest creatures to ever grace the planet. And she trusts me. Bigly trusts me. Her only question when I told her you’d moved n with me and we’d probably get married was to ask if I’d felt this through. Felt, noth thought. So for her, the rest is getting to know the person I plan to hang around with for a long, long time. She’ll quiz you to pieces about how you feel about me and how you feel about society and people in general and about art. Maybe even drag you to one of the art museums as some sort of Rorschach test. Unless I don’t know you and I think I do pretty dang well or we wouldn’t be shacking up, I think you two will be fast friends and she’ll start to tell her little Chloe stories and don’t you dare laugh at me either! Or I’ll prie some little Kimmie stories out of you and revenge will be so sweet!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; wew reach her car and I give her the buzzer for the underground …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Just press this when you get down the ramp and the door will open. I’m in 7 and you’re in 11. Seven come 11, get it? So follow and I’ll see you there. I plan to go slow and stop for all lights that are even thinking of yellow so don’t rear end me!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when she’s got her car going, we head for my place … uneventful … walk over to 11 as she parks and gets out …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Easy, eh?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Tuesday before Parents</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we enjoy a cup of coffee and some yogurt before we head to the lab …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So the lab is ready to give you your badge and the rest of the day is going to be a crashing bore for you unless you find reading my lab notes absolutely fascinating. While you’re in-processing, I’ll deal with the animals. I have a seminar at 10 till about 11:30 and I’ll come by the lab and pick you up. We can walk over to the Union for lunch in the faculty cafeteria unless you want to witness the great unwashed undergraduates. Quite a crowd, the undergrads. Nerds of all color and gland.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; in the lab building, I orient her to the admin’s office where they’ll giver her a badge and paper to sign and then she can swipe into the lab … she’s not there when I leave for my seminar at 9:45 … head for the Seminar ready to discuss the whichness of certain proteins and why they bend that way … prof has been nominated for the Nobel several times and knows his stuff and I eat it up! … Chloe Dawson, Nobel Laureate, made women out of men … giggle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; head back for the lab afterwards … stick my head in the door …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Kimmie? Ready for some lunch?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 21:21:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I must have been flustered.....Chloe shows me her appointment schedule.....we have until NEXT week to do all of this!!<br><br><em>"Oh great....I'll need a full week to build up to some serious anxiety!....this will help!"</em>&nbsp; &lt;smirk&gt;<br><br>We enjoy a relaxed meal and sort of let the impending visits (parents and doctor) slip into the background a bit.&nbsp; When we head back to my old apartment to grab my car, Chloe correctly reads my mind, and begins talking about her mother.&nbsp; Without a doubt, my biggest event of that week will be meeting her at last.<br><br> “Look, Mother is one of the kindest, gentlest creatures to ever grace the planet. And she trusts me. Bigly trusts me. Her only question when I told her you’d moved in with me and we’d probably get married was to ask if I’d felt this through. Felt, not thought. So for her, the rest is getting to know the person I plan to hang around with for a long, long time. She’ll quiz you to pieces about how you feel about me and how you feel about society and people in general and about art. Maybe even drag you to one of the art museums as some sort of Rorschach test. Unless I don’t know you and I think I do pretty dang well or we wouldn’t be shacking up, I think you two will be fast friends and she’ll start to tell her little Chloe stories and don’t you dare laugh at me either! Or I’ll pry some little Kimmie stories out of you and revenge will be so sweet!”<br><br>I listen and nod.....<em>"Well that seems extremely fair.&nbsp; I dont mind her questioning me at all.&nbsp; I mean, I'll be open and honest and up front with her.&nbsp; Once she knows the real me, she is free to make any judgements she wishes.&nbsp; Im ready for that.&nbsp; I that regard, I'm the same as any other boy, or girlfriend, you've ever taken an interest in.&nbsp; Im sure we'll cover my actions and your response.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then, maybe, that will take Kevin off the boards for good?&nbsp; If not, we'll deal with it as needed."</em><br><br>I look at Chloe as she drives.....<em>"Im not here to defy your mother, nor to bow down to her. You told me once, that weak women get eaten up by the world.&nbsp; I'm going to be me....Kimmie....she can see me and know me as that.&nbsp; And, we'll move forward with that as our basis"<br></em><br><br>We pick up my car and I get my 'lucky #11' spot...."Seven come 11" as 'Vegas Chloe' says with her killer grin....<br><br>I manage not to hit her on the way to the lab....She is moderately relieved....as if after all this time, I cant drive in heels!<br><br>  “Easy, eh?”<br><br>Playful slap on her bum!<br><br><br><strong>Tuesday before Parents</strong><br><br>… we enjoy a cup of coffee and some yogurt before we head to the lab …<br><br>  “So the lab is ready to give you your badge and the rest of the day is going to be a crashing bore for you unless you find reading my lab notes absolutely fascinating. While you’re in-processing, I’ll deal with the animals. I have a seminar at 10 till about 11:30 and I’ll come by the lab and pick you up. We can walk over to the Union for lunch in the faculty cafeteria unless you want to witness the great unwashed undergraduates. Quite a crowd, the undergrads. Nerds of all color and gland.”<br><br><em>"Whatever floats your boat, my dear.&nbsp; Im the 'newb' here, so Im ready to follow any suggestions.&nbsp; By the way, what day is payday?"</em> #giggle<br><br>My lab orientation is very basic, but necessary.&nbsp; Im given the physical layout of the lab, restrooms, fire extinguisher locations, emergency exits and a list of who I can call in case of any emergency.&nbsp; I get my lab badge complete with my new employee number and a photo of myself, suitable for framing, I suppose?&nbsp; "Caoimhe Clarkson"&nbsp; it says proudly.&nbsp; I realize that Ive come to love the name I first despised.&nbsp; Its me....<br><br>I spend the next hour or so, straightening out the 'research section' of the lab.&nbsp; I dont go into the cage area, but observe the animals through the window.&nbsp; I sweep the floor, find some spray cleanser and clean all the flat surfaces.&nbsp; Anything that looks remotely 'experimental', I leave alone.&nbsp; Who knows, I may have inadvertently destroyed a bacteria study in doing a little housework?<br><br>Chloe pops in <br><br>  “Kimmie? Ready for some lunch?”<br><br><em>"Sure!"</em> I answer and realize that this will keep her away from the vending machine.<br><br>We head out of the lab and make our way across part of the campus to the Union Building and the faculty dining area.&nbsp; Look at me....faculty....in name only though!&nbsp; Time to hob-nob with the staff, I guess?<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 23:07:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> K pty </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> clean </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Payday? All this fun and you want to get paid too?” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we head for lunch …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“We fill out timesheets like they should have showed you this morning and given you an account to do that in the campus payroll system. They report that to Chloe Rulez and the administrator bills them on the first of every month. That’s how Chloe Rulez gets paid for having us slaving away on campus. We’re paid on the first of every month via direct deposit into our accounts. That’ll be in the paperwork that Daddy will bring with him on Saturday. And you’ll be credited for a full month worked at the end of this month and I’ll bankroll you until then.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… with lunch under our belts, we head back to the lab and I show her all the records I keep and introduce her to the animals … take each one out and let them sniff her … the rats are particularly fun … the monkeys not so much and I won’t let her handle them for awhile yet … they bite! … around four, we head for the jewelry district …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Okay, let’s find a bauble for Darlene and grab some dinner. What are you looking for again?”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>02-09-2018, 23:30:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe explains the payroll system to me....<br><br><em>"The first of every month"</em>&nbsp; and I give a look of severe pain and over emotional "put outed-ness"<br><br><em>"What are we?&nbsp; Barbarians?&nbsp; &nbsp;Oh I have a reason to strike now!!"</em><br><br>Chloe just laughs at my histrionics.....and realizes exactly what Im doing.....How could I be upset about that??&nbsp; <br><br>We head over for lunch which is a pleasant break in the day's work.&nbsp; &nbsp;I dont have to meet the entire faculty and we eat our lunch in peace.&nbsp; &nbsp;After that....its back to the lab.<br><br>I get a good solid overview on the record keeping system.&nbsp; I learn what data is taken down....Every animal has a subject number, a day, time, hour for each sampling....I look at the example Chloe shows me....and when she expands the database, I see literally thousands of samples.&nbsp; I learn about the system back-ups both automatic and manual. Its a very impressive collection of data.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'll be eager to learn how this data is corrolated into her study....but that will come later.<br><br>Today, I go into the animal room with all the cages.&nbsp; I get to handle alot of the rats.....White lab rats are cute.&nbsp; Just dont put your fingers in their mouths and they wont try to taste you.&nbsp; &nbsp;I already get a favorite....Rat #125 falls asleep in my hand....really cute! <br><br>Chloe lets me see the monkeys, but I dont handle them.&nbsp; I know they might bite, and I know they are a lot stronger than those little bodies would lead you to believe!&nbsp; <br><br>We are in the lab until about 4 o'clock or so....then we doff our lab coats, wash up and head to the jewelry district.&nbsp; <br><br>  “Okay, let’s find a bauble for Darlene and grab some dinner. What are you looking for again?”<br><br><em>"A Pandora 'Forget-Me-Not' charm for her charm bracelet....."</em>&nbsp; I smile....<br><br>I only takes us two shops to find the charm that I want.&nbsp; Gladly paying the amount (I would have paid anything....its just the perfect gift for me to give to her)....we take our purchase and head out to the street......<br><br><em>"Anything close by?"</em>&nbsp; I ask Chloe, <em>"or did you have somewhere specific in mind?"</em><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 17:46:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> K pty </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> clean </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie finds the desired charm … my credit card does the rest … and we’re back on the wide sidewalk … she asks about dinner …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“I believe there are such establishments down this way.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and indeed there are … we take seats at a table on the sidewalk and order drinks …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So what are your desires tomorrow for Hallahan’s? What are you going to wear and do we have to go home from work to change and what time do you wish to arrive. You can be late and blame me for dawdling after you make your grand entrance. What would you like me to wear? Oh, and if by some really remote chance Uncle Joel shows up, I will handle him. We Dawson girls have our ways and he’s well aware of them.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; sip my drink while she discloses her desires … not as good as Rachel makes! …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 18:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br><br>We wander a few blocks to where the 'businesses' thin out a bit and the street vista begins to show a few restaurants and assorted 'eateries'.&nbsp; &nbsp;We find a little sidewalk café and get a table.<br><br>A handsome waiter, college student no doubt, delivers our menus and takes our drink orders.<br><br>“So what are your desires tomorrow for Hallahan’s? What are you going to wear and do we have to go home from work to change and what time do you wish to arrive. You can be late and blame me for dawdling after you make your grand entrance. What would you like me to wear? Oh, and if by some really remote chance Uncle Joel shows up, I will handle him. We Dawson girls have our ways and he’s well aware of them.”<br><br><em>"Well the gang will be dressed from work....skirts etc for the women, the guys will have jackets but the ties will be off.&nbsp; Im good with tossing on a pair of heels with our jeans, but if you want to dress up a bit more, we can swing home and change.&nbsp; Darlene said they'd all be there around 5....and Im sure it will be over by 7 at the latest.&nbsp; These things tend to move quickly....a couple of rounds and then everyone heads home....work for everyone the next day, you know?"</em><br><br>Our drinks arrive....heavy on the flavor, light on the alcohol....<br><br><em>"If Joel shows up.....I doubt it....Can I at least give him a big going away kiss ?</em>"&nbsp; I laugh....<em>."No, no....he's all yours.&nbsp; If he does show up, it will mean no one there is aware of his new situation."</em><br><br><em>"I'll give Darlene her gift as alone as I can manage.&nbsp; I think the girls from the admin staff will be there, not sure how many of my old 'guy friends' will have the nerve to show up?.....Im good with however it all plays out....."</em><br><br>I look at her....<em>"I have my future ahead of me.....that's far more important."</em><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 20:38:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> K pty </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> clean </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… giggle when she says she’ll kiss Joel …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“And ask him how Trixie Toy is doing. That’s tutu boy’s stage name according to Mom. He’s a performer at one of the drag bars, quite well known too. Makes a living at it and apparently by turning tricks on the side. Joel made the mistake of putting it on their joint credit card and Aunt Becky has exactly how much Uncle Joel paid for ‘professional entertainment.’ Toy apparently only gives it away for Boston’s finest.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; and now to counsel Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Soi always dress for your audience. Slightly upscale. So a nicer blouse than for work or a dress. Heels you wouldn’t wear at work. Jewelry one up too. You’re showing them the real you for a change, not the work you they’re used to seeing everyday where you dress for the clients you’ll encounter. And I need to see what you choose tonight because this is your party and I need to dress so you’re front and center. I don’t know the rest of them except Darlene so for all they know, I’m just your friend from your new job. Leave it at that, okay?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we eat a few simple appetizers and have a second round of drinks and are home not at all late …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So lay out what you’re going to wear on the guest bed so I can see it, and we’ll make time to come back here to change tomorrow. We only have to take care of the animals tomorrow and I may make the rounds of my advisers, but noi classes or seminars.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>03-09-2018, 22:25:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I laugh along with Chloe when she advices me on Joel Crabtree:<br><br>“And ask him how Trixie Toy is doing. That’s tutu boy’s stage name according to Mom. He’s a performer at one of the drag bars, quite well known too. Makes a living at it and apparently by turning tricks on the side. Joel made the mistake of putting it on their joint credit card and Aunt Becky has exactly how much Uncle Joel paid for ‘professional entertainment.’ Toy apparently only gives it away for Boston’s finest.”<br><br><em>"Well, at least he went 'Top Shelf'..."</em>&nbsp; I giggle<br><br>Then Chloe helps me with the "what to wear to your own going away party" question.<br><br>“So always dress for your audience. Slightly upscale. So a nicer blouse than for work or a dress. Heels you wouldn’t wear at work. Jewelry one up too. You’re showing them the real you for a change, not the work you they’re used to seeing everyday where you dress for the clients you’ll encounter. And I need to see what you choose tonight because this is your party and I need to dress so you’re front and center. I don’t know the rest of them except Darlene so for all they know, I’m just your friend from your new job. Leave it at that, okay?”<br><br><em>"Hmmmm.....I do have a blue dress that is almost too tight to wear....giggle.....and a pair of 5 inch strappy sandals.....Hmmm ok....I'll take a tour of my closet.&nbsp; I know I have a few outfits that really weren't suitable for work....It will help with the 'Forget Me Not' theme"</em><br><br>Back at the condo, Chloe sets me to my task:<br><br>  “So lay out what you’re going to wear on the guest bed so I can see it, and we’ll make time to come back here to change tomorrow. We only have to take care of the animals tomorrow and I may make the rounds of my advisers, but no classes or seminars.”<br><br>After a very frustrating 20 minutes of emptying my closet and putting it on the guest room bed....I finally call Chloe in....<br><br><em>"What do you think??&nbsp; Upscale enough?&nbsp; Im going to with silver accessories....red and silver, I find kind of 'hot' as opposed to gold which is more 'warm'&nbsp; "</em><br><br>I have the dress hanging on the closet door:<br><br><br>(http://www2.pictures.stylebistro.com/gi/Ashley+Greene+Boots+Ankle+Boots+nnrdbK9jFpfx.jpg)<br><br><br><em>"Or do you like that one....by the pillows....kinda sexy too?"</em><br><br>(http://www3.pictures.stylebistro.com/fp/Ashley+Greene+Heels+Peep+Toe+Pumps+0Z_3DqPQnGBl.jpg)<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 00:13:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> K pty </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> clean </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she shows me a red dress and an alternate top and skinny jeans …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“The dress. I’ll go for basic black and not show a lot of leg, how’s that?”</span></span><br><br><hr><div class="floatright">(http://i68.tinypic.com/1535uft.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Wednesday before Mother Arrives</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; the afternoon of her party, we’re home in plenty of time …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Take a breath Kimmie! Disaster is still off the port bow!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… not sure she got the Titanic reference … head for the master and take out the outfit I’d been planning since last night … what a girl might wear to work since I’m just her friend from work along for a drink … fix my makeup and stay low key with pale lipstick … then head for her the guest bedroom where she’s changing …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“You think this is too much? There’s a chill in the air so you need to take a sweater ”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 00:37:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The red dress wins the contest, Chloe says she'll go in basic black.....We ought to look pretty cute as "friends"....<br><br><strong>Wednesday&nbsp; &nbsp;Going Away Party</strong><br><br>Ok, Im nervous.<br><br>I dont like being the center of attention and this entire affair is about me.&nbsp; I put on the dress and "Thank you", it feels right.&nbsp; The last thing I want to do is to fight with it all night long.&nbsp; <br><br>Its short enough to let the guys know I can look the part, because some of them are still looking at me as though this is a costume of some sort.&nbsp; But, its also pretty enough that the girls will appreciate my effort to look nice for the get-together.<br><br>Chloe.....Chloe looks perfect again...&nbsp; Tastefully short black skirt, white top, boots.....touch of make-up....<br><br>  “Take a breath Kimmie! Disaster is still off the port bow!”<br><br>I smile....<em>"I hate you....always all together and always looking beautiful.....you do look fantastic....Im just going to hold your hand and ride this out"</em><br><br>“You think this is too much? There’s a chill in the air so you need to take a sweater ”<br><br><em>"Yes, Mom"</em>&nbsp; I tease back.....<br><br>I grab the gift, nicely wrapped in simple paper, and we head out.&nbsp; Chloe drives and we get to Hallahan's at about 5:15<br><br>(http://www2.pictures.stylebistro.com/gi/Ashley+Greene+Boots+Ankle+Boots+nnrdbK9jFpfx.jpg)<br><br>The girls from Admin are all waiting, as is Darlene.&nbsp; Only 3 of the guys make it.&nbsp; 3 more than I expected to be honest.<br>I introduce Chloe s a good friend of mine, to everyone.&nbsp; <br><br>The "gang" chipped in an bought me crystal vase with "Good Luck" etched into it.&nbsp; It was really nice for them to do.&nbsp; Of course I thank each one of them.&nbsp; The girls get hugs...then the guys....my old friends from 'before'.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Um, well thanks guys....its been a bit of unusual ride...."</em>&nbsp; I dont get to say more.<br><br>Doug, pops up out of his seat and gives me a hug....."I'll miss you Kimmie.&nbsp; And yes, its Kimmie....I know...".&nbsp; &nbsp;Larry and Kyle also give me hugs.....<br><br>I find Im brushing a tear away at this unexpected gesture.....<em>"I'm gonna miss you guys too...."</em><br><br>The drinks come and we begin laughing and remembering.&nbsp; Some of the memories are my first day at work as Caoimhe....we laugh about some of the reactions and neatly 'dont recall' some of the other parts of that time.&nbsp; That's when I stand up....<br><br><em>"I want to thank you all for coming.&nbsp; This means a lot to me.&nbsp; But, I wanted to take time to thank someone special."</em><br><br>I clear my throat and look down before gathering myself and continuing:<br><br><em> "In the weeks prior to my transition, Darlene was always sensitive, caring, and concerned about me.&nbsp; She worried about my health which seemed to be declining in her eyes.&nbsp; she stood by me as I entered this part of my life.&nbsp; And, when I re-emerged, she did everything humanly possible to help me back....she was caring, helpful, not only a boss, but a co-worker and a real friend.&nbsp; So....without dragging this out too much.&nbsp; &nbsp;Darlene, I bought you a little something just for being the wonderful person that you are and how you stood by me the entire time...."</em><br><br>Darlene gives the best hugs!&nbsp; She was really moved by the gift....showed everyone and vowed to put the charm on her bracelet that night, and 'wear it tomorrow morning'!<br><br>We all hung around for more than an hour....a few more drinks....lots of laughter....LOTS!&nbsp; &nbsp;Then by ones and twos, the party began to break up.....I was the last to leave sitting there talking with Chloe, Darlene, and Lisa......<br><br>It wasnt as painful as I had feared.....I didnt cry once!&nbsp; Unusual for me to say the least!<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 03:26:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> K pty </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sem </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> clean </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the party is more than I expected and less than she deserves … yewt expecting coworkers to understand 4 years in the life is not reasonable … I only know Darlene briefly from previous encounters … yes, she knows I’m Joel’s niece … I stand back and let Kimmie enjoy the rituals …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Darlene hangs back as Kimmie says farewell to her coworkers … steps over to me and asks what is going on with Joel … I hold up a finger and wait for Kimmie to join us …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Darlene, freshen your resume. I can’t disclose confidences, I trust you understand. Pick your best people and be a great manager and make sure their resumes are current and suggest it’s always a good time to look for opportunities. Okay? And no, this has nothing to do with Kimmie. She didn’t cause this, Joel did this to himself and he’s beyond saving. I hope you don’t ever hear the details.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; give her a hug …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Shall we, Kimmie? You get enough to eat?”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 12:31:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Lisa takes her leave and now all that remain at our table are Darlene, Chloe and me.&nbsp; It seems that Chloe was waiting for it just to be "us".&nbsp; And then I get it.&nbsp; Darlene has been asking about Joel.&nbsp; She knows Chloe is his niece and is hoping for a bit of insight.&nbsp; No doubt rumors are circulating among the upper staff.<br><br>“Darlene, freshen your resume. I can’t disclose confidences, I trust you understand. Pick your best people and be a great manager and make sure their resumes are current and suggest it’s always a good time to look for opportunities. Okay? And no, this has nothing to do with Kimmie. She didn’t cause this, Joel did this to himself and he’s beyond saving. I hope you don’t ever hear the details.”<br><br>Darlene looks a bit stunned......but nods and thanks Chloe as she gets a hug.<br><br>"We've heard some strange rumors.&nbsp; I wont give them a breath here as they are only rumors.&nbsp; But putting two and two together.&nbsp; I'll take your advice to heart.&nbsp; It seems the prudent course of action"<br><br>  “Shall we, Kimmie? You get enough to eat?”<br><br>I nod.....and give Darlene my own hug.....<br><br><em>"You have my number and my email.....let's make sure we stay in touch.&nbsp; You've been a great friend to me"</em><br><br>Chloe and I follow Darlene out of the pub.&nbsp; We head to our car, and home. <br><br><em>"That was fun"</em> I say to Chloe as I take her hand on the sidewalk.....<em>"Im glad we didnt get too sentimental.&nbsp; That's become a weakness for me nowadays"<br></em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-09-2018, 18:19:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie remarks on getting sentimental … I wait til we’re in the car …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So talk to Dr. Tangie about getting all sentimental. Could be Estrogen and some of the other hormones that changed, or could be depression or a combination. I know a guy, fully male and all, who gets choked up on sappy TV commercials. Says it’s one of the symptoms of his depression and that his psych didn’t disagree. Weird stuff, go figure.”</span></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Saturday before Mother Arrives</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we got most of the cleaning done on Friday so sleep in a little but not too much … My parents land at Logan before noon and will use a driver to get them where they need to go, Aunt Becky’s on Beacon Hill and Uncle Joel at work or his hotel … I did report to Mother that rumors of Joel’s troubles but no specifics has reached the senior admin … she remarked that any change of well known patterns without explanation tends to produce rumors and conspiracy theories .. I did tell her that I suggested that people freshen and float resumes … did not tell her I said that Joel had got himself into deep shit … but I trust Darlene who Mother doesn’t know = …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I crawl out of bed hoping to not wake Kimmie … she sleeps sounder than me … I’m jealous of that! … in my robe, I make a cupof coffee and head out onto the balcony to watch the river and the Saturday runners and walkers …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 12:27:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe comments about my 'sentimentality' and what it could also indicate:<br><br>  “So talk to Dr. Tangie about getting all sentimental. Could be Estrogen and some of the other hormones that changed, or could be depression or a combination. I know a guy, fully male and all, who gets choked up on sappy TV commercials. Says it’s one of the symptoms of his depression and that his psych didn’t disagree. Weird stuff, go figure.”<br><br><em>"I'll mention it.&nbsp; I think its the hormones though.&nbsp; I was never this way before.&nbsp; And honestly, Im not depressed, quite the opposite.&nbsp; But a qualified opinion is never a bad thing.....I'll try to remember to ask her when I see her next week."</em><br><br><br><strong>SATURDAY</strong><br><br>This is it.....Chloe's parents arrive today.&nbsp; We scoured the condo on Friday night.&nbsp; Got all the big stuff taken care of.&nbsp; Dusting, vacuuming, cleaning the bathrooms until the porcelain glistened.&nbsp; I moved my make-up out of the guest room and enough clothes to Chloe's closet to keep me dressed.&nbsp; My closet is in her mother's room, so most of my stuff remained there.&nbsp; We're all just going to have to share some space during her visit.<br><br>Chloe's parents will land at the airport around 11:30 or Noon.....then they will go to see Aunt Becky and Joel.&nbsp; Im sure glad Im not Joel....In the meantime, Chloe and I grab a little extra sleep.&nbsp; We wont luxuriate like we want to with a long sleep in.&nbsp; But, we'll take the extra time gladly.<br><br>With the cleaning exertions, I sleep extra soundly.&nbsp; I turn over and find that Chloe is up already.&nbsp; I peer at the clock and see that 'sleepy time' is over....8:24.&nbsp; Time to get going.<br><br>I swing out of bed, stretch and walk out of the bedroom.&nbsp; I smell coffee already perked.&nbsp; &nbsp;No Chloe though.&nbsp; I pour myself a mug of coffee and silently pass through the condo towards the balcony.&nbsp; <br><br>There I find Chloe....relaxed and taking in the sights of Boston waking up.<br><br><em>"Morning"</em>&nbsp; I say in bit of a gravelly voice.....and sit down next to her...."Want some company?.......mmm good coffee..."&nbsp; as the first hot sip rolls over my tongue.<br><br><em>"Couple hours until they get here.....I think we're ready?"</em><br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 20:18:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimie joins me, looking all cute and touseled …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Morning cute stuff! We’re as ready as I’m going to make us.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of my almost too cool coffee … but one is enough …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“So be prepared for a call to go visit them or just Mother. She changes her mind sometimes so even though the plan is for brunch tomorrow somewhere in the North End, we may get a call as early as a couple of hours from now. It’ll be interesting to see how long she gnaws on Joel before she has him ready to sit up and beg. With Mother, the watch phrase is ‘be flexible.’ I usually tell her I’m not that kinky but she ignores that attempt at humor.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… watch a couple and their dogs …</em></span></span><br><br>  <span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">“Do you like pets? Cats or dogs? I had a dog when I was little and Mother has had a cart as long as I know. With two of us, we could have a pet if we wanted. I’d do a rescue, just so you know. I don’t believe in showing animals so purebred or designer pets are out. Maybe an older one too. Yeah, they leave sooner than young ones but they also have a maturity that deserves to be cared for.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>05-09-2018, 23:41:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The cool air on the balcony feels wonderful....the promise of a warm day beckons, but right now, all is fairly still<br><br> “Morning cute stuff! We’re as ready as I’m going to make us.”<br><em><br>"Good morning yourself cutie.....Sounds good to me.....I dont think we could have cleaned more thoroughly if we were doing a full blown Spring cleaning"</em><br><br>I take a sip of my coffee <br><br>I get my first 'advisement' of the day:<br><br>  “So be prepared for a call to go visit them or just Mother. She changes her mind sometimes so even though the plan is for brunch tomorrow somewhere in the North End, we may get a call as early as a couple of hours from now. It’ll be interesting to see how long she gnaws on Joel before she has him ready to sit up and beg. With Mother, the watch phrase is ‘be flexible.’ I usually tell her I’m not that kinky but she ignores that attempt at humor.”<br><br><em>"I hope Joel takes a few hits for me....let your mother work out some aggression before she meets me for the first time.!"</em><br><br>We watch a couple and their dogs pass by below us …<br><br>  “Do you like pets? Cats or dogs? I had a dog when I was little and Mother has had a cat as long as I know. With two of us, we could have a pet if we wanted. I’d do a rescue, just so you know. I don’t believe in showing animals so purebred or designer pets are out. Maybe an older one too. Yeah, they leave sooner than young ones but they also have a maturity that deserves to be cared for.”<br><br><em>"I had a dog for a little while....just one.....he died when I was young.&nbsp; My sisters got to play with him more.&nbsp; We never replaced him.....But"</em>....take another sip of my coffee....<em>"if you wanted a dog, I would be ok with that.&nbsp; As for rescue?&nbsp; Sure!&nbsp; I mean, they're probably already house broken, already used to people.....What kind were you thinking of? Big? Small....or&nbsp; havent you got that far yet?&nbsp; We can explore it a bit if you want"</em><br><br><em>"Kind of surprised to hear you mention this babe.....I though you might have had enough 'tending to critters' with your lab work?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-09-2018, 02:27:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><div class="floatright"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div align="center"> Su </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mo </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Tu </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> We </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Th </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Fr </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Sa </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td></tr><tr><td><div align="center"> ‘rents </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> TJ </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center"> Mom? </div></td><td> | </td><td><div align="center">&nbsp; </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Spring cleaning! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Spring cleaning is an ancient tradition. The Maypole was the celebration of opening the house to air it out and replacing the straw. Bathing too, During the winter we didn’t bath because it was so cold and removing clothing was exposure to frostbite!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so pets …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We will need a cat eventually. Or I will anyway. Cats counsel very wisely when they are allowed. But not here, not in the condo. Cats here would be decoration and not partners. I won’t do that to a cat. So maybe after you visit with Tangie, we can visit the local rescue society to see if we pair with a dog there. Good with that? I know, adding furries to our home is a big step.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… drain my coffee …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So ready to forage for breakfast? There’s a couple of fine dives a mile or two away, and the walk will do us both good.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>06-09-2018, 12:55:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>“Spring cleaning is an ancient tradition. The Maypole was the celebration of opening the house to air it out and replacing the straw. Bathing too, During the winter we didn’t bath because it was so cold and removing clothing was exposure to frostbite!”<br><br><em>"I think the condo will still be clean in the Spring"</em>&nbsp; I giggle....<em>"We did a really good job.....And thank goodness for indoor heating.&nbsp; I have no intention of reliving antiquity and not bathing in a proper shower, for three or four months!"<br></em><br><br>Chloe turns back to the subject of pets.....Im surprised at her conviction to get a cat at some point.<br><br>  “We will need a cat eventually. Or I will anyway. Cats counsel very wisely when they are allowed. But not here, not in the condo. Cats here would be decoration and not partners. I won’t do that to a cat. So maybe after you visit with Tangie, we can visit the local rescue society to see if we pair with a dog there. Good with that? I know, adding furries to our home is a big step."<br><br><em>"We can certainly swing by a rescue shelter....see if we connect with anything?&nbsp; You just&nbsp; have to promise to limit&nbsp; yourself to one.&nbsp; I know you....your heart is big....I reserve the right to be 'Scrooge' and say 'no' if needed."</em><br><br>Chloe smiles but does not agree to nor cede any decision making powers.....“So ready to forage for breakfast? There’s a couple of fine dives a mile or two away, and the walk will do us both good.”<br><br>We get changed.....Simple shorts, tank top, walking shoes....nice high, brushed ponytail....a touch of mascara....and Im ready....A nice walk to breakfast and a walk back will be nice.&nbsp; And really nice just being with Chloe.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-09-2018, 20:01:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so a nice, leisurely 40 minute walk and we’re perched at the lunch counter … waitress asks what we’re having …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “French toast with the cinnamon bread, and a side of link sausage please. A big glass of 2% milk.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wait for Kimmie to order …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I agree on kittens by the way. If we want to play with lots of kittens, we volunteer at the adoption agency. We’re a one cat home if and when one of us is home more than we are. Ditto one dog. Maybe not even one. We’ll have someone come by to walk the dog while we’re at work.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my phone buzzes … answer the call from Mother …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes Mother … Yes Mother … She’s right here next to me at breakfast … Okay Mother … Hi to Uncle Joel and Aunt Elizabeth … Love to Daddy … Bye!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… put the phone back in my purse&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “They landed. Their driver found them. All per plan so far. She asked where you were and said she’s looking forward to meeting you.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… our food starts to arrive and we dig in …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>06-09-2018, 23:55:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We walk for nearly 45 minutes before we sit down at a little place.&nbsp; I start with a grapefruit juice while I peruse the menu.<br><br>Chloe always seems to know exactly what she wants....I almost never do....She orders her French toast while I frantically scour the menu.<br><br><em>"I'll have the cheese omelet and raisin bread toast, please&nbsp; and coffee....black, thanks"</em>&nbsp; I say to our waitress.<br><br>Our conversation returns to pets....cats in particular...<br><br>  “I agree on kittens by the way. If we want to play with lots of kittens, we volunteer at the adoption agency. We’re a one cat home if and when one of us is home more than we are. Ditto one dog. Maybe not even one. We’ll have someone come by to walk the dog while we’re at work.”<br><br>I nod....<em>"I think if we have a cat, then we dont need a dog, really?&nbsp; Unless we've rescued a real cutie?&nbsp; I also agree...kittens are addictive, but one cat as a pet is enough, I think....."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her phone goes off.<br><br>  “Yes Mother … Yes Mother … She’s right here next to me at breakfast … Okay Mother … Hi to Uncle Joel and Aunt Elizabeth … Love to Daddy … Bye!”<br><br><em>"Let me guess who that was"</em>&nbsp; I giggle....<br><br>  “They landed. Their driver found them. All per plan so far. She asked where you were and said she’s looking forward to meeting you.”<br><br><em>"If she were still on the line, I would have had you told her that Im looking forward to meeting her finally as well"</em><br><br>Suddenly Im looking at a cheese omelet and a steaming cup of coffee.....I butter my raisin bread toast, lightly....take a careful bite of my hot eggs....<br><br><em>"Mmmmmm......well worth the walk Chloe"</em>.<br><br><em>"Do you like Siamese cats?&nbsp; Or would you do a rescue cat as well...."</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;I bring the mealtime discussion back to cats....<br><br>All in all.....a wonderful breakfast with my sweetie.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 16:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we start talking aobut cats again as we pay for our breakfast and leave …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Not changing the subject, but circus dogs, the trained ones, are all rescues. They’re as intelligent if not more so than purebreds. So if I took to a Siamese or a Himalayan or whatever at the shelter, then sure. I choose for the eyes mostly, how does the cat look at me and what do I see in their eyes. Some cats know more than others, so I’ve been told.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we take a little different route back … a bit of window shopping … my phone buzzes …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hello Mother … Oh no! … Yes, on our way! … Mother! … Maybe 45 minutes.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take Kimmie’s hand … we set off briskly, glad we’re wearing runners …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Uncle Joel tried to kill himself. They’re at the ER at Tufts. She told me not to bring you but you’re coming anyway. Daddy is keeping Aunt Becky company.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pile into my car and out … 15 minutes … breathe Chloe! … no speeding Chloe! … park in the nearest space I can find …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, please come in with me. I’ll give you the keys if Mother goes all apeshit and you can come back out. But I need you like Mother needs me!”</span></span><br><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… inside the ER sitting are, I spot Mother in the farthest corner … holding Kimmie’s hand, we walk through the future patients …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hello Mother. This is Kimmie. Kimmie, my mother Circe Dawson. Mother, how is he!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; hug mother for a bit and sit her back down … me between her and Kimmie …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>07-09-2018, 23:05:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe and I head for the condo, this time using a little different route than the path that brought us here.&nbsp; Our conversation returns to pets, cats and dogs specifically.&nbsp; <br><br>“Not changing the subject, but circus dogs, the trained ones, are all rescues. They’re as intelligent if not more so than purebreds. So if I took to a Siamese or a Himalayan or whatever at the shelter, then sure. I choose for the eyes mostly, how does the cat look at me and what do I see in their eyes. Some cats know more than others, so I’ve been told.”<br><br><em>"I've not heard that....I mean looking into the cat's eyes and finding something there in terms of an intelligence or a knowledge.&nbsp; Im to open-minded to merely dismiss something because I havent heard about it before.&nbsp; But, please make sure any cat that draws you, also likes me too, ok?"</em><br><br>As we stroll along, Chloe's phone goes off....As I might have surmised, its her mother once again....But Chloe's "Oh no" tells me something 'ungood' has just happened!<br><br>  “Hello Mother … Oh no! … Yes, on our way! … Mother! … Maybe 45 minutes.”<br><br>Chloe grabs my hand and we pick up a very, near running pace.....<br><br>"<em>What?....What's wrong Chloe"</em>&nbsp; I ask as I keep up with her.&nbsp; I am floored by what she tells me:<br><br>  “Uncle Joel tried to kill himself. They’re at the ER at Tufts. She told me not to bring you but you’re coming anyway. Daddy is keeping Aunt Becky company.”<br><br>We make it back to the condo and Chloe's car.&nbsp; She declines my offer of me to drive....I know she's upset.&nbsp; I could have insisted but why burden her with an argument now, of all times.&nbsp; <br><br>We weave our way through traffic.&nbsp; Of course, every traffic light seems like 10 minutes.&nbsp; I put my hand on Chloe's for some reassurance for her....She is focused right now and driving is the recipient of that focus.<br><br>We find a parking spot and exit the car.<br><br> “Okay, please come in with me. I’ll give you the keys if Mother goes all apeshit and you can come back out. But I need you like Mother needs me!”<br><br><em>"Of course, I wouldnt have it any other way.&nbsp; Do what you have to do, I'll take care of myself if I need to."</em>&nbsp; and I take her hand as we begin a fast walk/jog toward the ER admitting door.<br><br>We take a turn once inside the door and come to a waiting room.&nbsp; I see no one I know....but Chloe pulls me along across the room.&nbsp; We head straight for a very pretty woman sitting alone, nestled in the farthest corner of the room.&nbsp; <br> <br>The woman stands up and she and Chloe embrace.&nbsp; I stand back and let the two women have a moment......When the hug is over, Chloe pulls me up next to her.<br><br>  “Hello Mother. This is Kimmie. Kimmie, my mother Circe Dawson. Mother, how is he!”<br><br><em>"Hello Mrs. Dawson.....Im so sorry to hear this"</em> I say as an attempt to acknowledge her presence.&nbsp; <br><br>Not the ideal scenario for meeting Mrs. Dawson. She told Chloe not to bring me and here I am. And she probably hates Kevin, and in a way, here he is also.&nbsp; I would have liked to have been a bit more dressed up for sure, and I would not have selected a crisis of this magnitude as a backdrop either.&nbsp; I take a breath and remind myself, this is not about me.&nbsp; Im hear for Chloe.<br><br>We all take seats....Chloe in between her mother and me......I await to hear news on Joel.&nbsp; I never liked the man.&nbsp; But I never would have wished to see him try to kill himself either.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 03:39:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother takes Chloe’s hand … traces patterns on her palm … shudders …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I went to his hotel like we’d planned. Sent your Father on his way to take care of his Sister. I went to his room and knocked. The door was unlatched, he’d put his key card in the lock so it wouldn’t latch. I walked in and called his name and no answer. I found him in the bathtub with the water all red with blood and a blank look on his face. I grabbed both his wrists and held the cuts tight so he wouldn’t lose more blood. I screamed for help and hotel staff came and the EMTs saw what I was doing and got tourniquets on his arms before they told me to let go. All he said was he couldn’t face this fucking world any longer and couldn’t face me either. I cleaned up my hands as best I could and took a taxi here. I called you as soon as I got here. I was shaking too bad. Oh Chloe! What have we done to him!.”</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Chloe knows the shapes being traced on her hand … the power in blood … strong stuff … she shudders …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, please get us some water. Thank you dear.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Chloe silences her Mother’s movements with a touch … starts a trace of her own on her mother’s palm … repeats it … her mother relaxes … deep sigh … Kimmie returns with two water bottles …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Here Mother, drink. You need water!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Chloe lifts the bottle to her mother’s lips and tips it carefully … repeats until it’s mostly gone … then pours the last of it over her her own hand and her mother’s palm … the last drops flow to the linoleum floor …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You’re clean now Mother. Clean. Blessed be.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her mother shudders again … tears flow down her face … she collapses into Chloe’s arms … Chloe holds her and sways gently back and forth …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 16:34:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Mrs. Dawson takes Chloe's hand.&nbsp; I notice a similar family trait.&nbsp; Chloe has taken my hand and traced her fingertips around it as we talked or giggled or whatever.&nbsp; Now I see the same thing with Mrs. Dawson and her daughter.&nbsp; Must be some soothing behavior from when Chloe was a little girl? <br><br>Mrs. Dawson shudders as she recounts the horrible sequence of events ending up with finding Joel Crabtree nearly dead in his bathtub.&nbsp; She ends her story with a cryptic statement:<br><br> "Oh Chloe! What have we done to him!.”<br><br>Chloe is also overcome with the emotional situation as well, she turns to me and quietly asks:<br><br>“Kimmie, please get us some water. Thank you dear.”<br><br>I move immediately.&nbsp; This is a time for mother and daughter and the presence of an outsider to the family would be upsetting to Mrs. Dawson, Im sure.<br><br>I find the cafeteria nearby.&nbsp; I purchase two bottles of cold water.&nbsp; Then snake my way back past orderlies, nurses, doctors and assorted hospital staff, to the ER.&nbsp; I slide back into my seat and give Chloe the water bottles.<br><br>  “Here Mother, drink. You need water!”<br><br>Chloe feeds her mother the water.&nbsp; Mrs. Dawson must be so wrought with emotion that her hands are unable to control the water bottle on her own?&nbsp; Mrs. Dawson finishes nearly, the entire bottle of water.&nbsp; Chloe pours the remaining bit of water over their joined hands.&nbsp; Then she utters something odd....<br><br>  “You’re clean now Mother. Clean. Blessed be.”<br><br>Her mother shudders again, but not so violently as the first time when she was recounting her story.&nbsp; She begins to cry and then melts into Chloe's arms.&nbsp; Mother and daughter rock slowly together.&nbsp; &nbsp;I lean back into the chair and dont look at them.&nbsp; Its as much privacy as I can give them at this moment.<br><br>I try to connect the dots between, 'what have we done Chloe' and 'you're clean now mother'.&nbsp; &nbsp;There is a lot that I dont know and that's the only fact I have with any certainty.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 17:52:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Mother stands and heads for the restroom … turn to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, what you just saw was why she needed me here. She needed a, um, someone else qualified to wash away the blood from her hands. She feels like she caused this and the blood was on her hands. Literally too! Thank you for getting the water and not questioning. We are just concerned friends now, the crisis has passed for everyone except Joel. Oh Kimmie, I was so scared! I knew what I had to do but I’ve never had to before and taking on the burden to do that is terrifying. I’ll explain later. Here she comes.”</span></span><br><br><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she has obviously freshened up in the restroom … her presence is back … her eyes sparkle yet radiate concern … she doesn’t sit though, rather bringing a folding chair to sit across from us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’m sorry Kimmie, this is not the way I’d hoped we’d meet. I apologize for telling Chloe to not bring you. I didn’t want you to see what she just did and I know she has or will explain that to you so she trusts you much more than I did until now. I’m her Mother and my brother is in deep pain and I needed someone I knew I could trust to do a horrible thing and you are an unwitting part of that.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother is about to reach for Kimmie’s hands when we hear someone call for Circe Dawson … Mother stands and someone in a purple scrubs heads our way … he pulls up a chair and clears his throat …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “First of all, he’s probably going to live. The tourniquets saved him from further blood loss. He was at the extreme edge of class IV hemorrhagic shock. The paramedics said you maintained compression on his wrists, Mrs. Dawson, and that is what truly got him to where we still have someone to treat. We’re pouring blood into him as fast as we can and repairing the damage to his wrists. We have him sedated so that he can’t fight the treatment and prudent practice says we’ll have to restrain him for his own continued safety. His condition is serious but he’s out of the woods so to speak. We have a psychiatrist on call. She’d like to speak with you at your earliest convenience. The sooner we have a sense of the person we’re treating, the better we can adjust medications and bring them back to consciousness safely.”</span></span><br>&nbsp;<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother looks at the doctor and pauses for a moment …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, I’ll speak with her. Sooner rather than later. I agree.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the doctor leaves and Mother turns back to us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like you both to stay here with me and be here when I’m done speaking with the psychiatrist. I know more about Joel background than perhaps any one of us including Elizabeth. I expect it will take me a half hour to tell the psychiatrist what I know. Then we need to go see Elizabeth and your father and decide how this has changed our plans.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I look at Kimmie … her eyes tell me what I need to know … I take her hands and speak without looking back at Mother …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’ll stay, Mother. Our time is yours. We have nothing we need to … oh shoot!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I realize I haven’t taken care of the lab animals yet today … they’ll be up in arms soon! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, huge huge favor. Please Kimmie. I need you to stay here with Mother while I go take care of the lab animals. Maybe an hour and a half?”</span></span><br><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Disclaimer</div><div class="spoiler_body">OOC: The blood ritual is totally made up. Hemorrhagic shock is a real thing, but that’s the only factual part of this story.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 18:06:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>Mrs. Dawson gets up and heads towards the Ladies Room.&nbsp; As soon as she is out of earshot, Chloe turns to me and explains what I just witnessed:<br><br>  “Okay, what you just saw was why she needed me here. She needed a, um, someone else qualified to wash away the blood from her hands. She feels like she caused this and the blood was on her hands. Literally too! Thank you for getting the water and not questioning. We are just concerned friends now, the crisis has passed for everyone except Joel. Oh Kimmie, I was so scared! I knew what I had to do but I’ve never had to before and taking on the burden to do that is terrifying. I’ll explain later. Here she comes.”<br><br>I nod, automatically....I dont really understand all of that.&nbsp; But now is NOT the time for questions.&nbsp; I have all I need to know.&nbsp; Chloe was needed.....its her mother and uncle for crying out loud....I was able to help a little.&nbsp; Im good with all that.<br><br>Mrs. Dawson takes a folding chair and sits opposite Chloe and I.&nbsp; She looks much, much better now.<br><br>  “I’m sorry Kimmie, this is not the way I’d hoped we’d meet. I apologize for telling Chloe to not bring you. I didn’t want you to see what she just did and I know she has or will explain that to you so she trusts you much more than I did until now. I’m her Mother and my brother is in deep pain and I needed someone I knew I could trust to do a horrible thing and you are an unwitting part of that.”<br><br>I smile...<em>."Its ok Mrs. Dawson.&nbsp; I wanted to meet you for the first time, wearing a nice outfit, looking scrubbed and pretty.....First impressions and all....&nbsp; Instead, I look like I ran into you after I was jogging all morning.....I'm glad I could help.....no apologies are necessary, believe me"</em><br><br>At that moment someone calls out for 'Circe Dawson'.....and we turn to see someone in scrubs approaching us.&nbsp; Mrs. Dawson stands up and suddenly, our group of three, becomes a group of four.<br><br>We get the news that Joel will live....I feel a collective sigh pass amongst us...Mrs. Dawson's fortuitous arrival and knowledgable reaction saved his life.&nbsp; She bought time for the paramedics to arrive and to bring him back from the brink of death.&nbsp; Now, Mrs. Dawson needs to speak with a psychiatrist as that phase of Joel's treatment will begin.<br>&nbsp;<br>Mrs. Dawson replies....so much happening to her right now....I feel terrible for her.<br><br>  “Yes, I’ll speak with her. Sooner rather than later. I agree.”<br><br>When the doctor departs, Mrs. Dawson says to Chloe and I:<br><br>  “If it’s not too much trouble, I’d like you both to stay here with me and be here when I’m done speaking with the psychiatrist. I know more about Joel background than perhaps any one of us including Elizabeth. I expect it will take me a half hour to tell the psychiatrist what I know. Then we need to go see Elizabeth and your father and decide how this has changed our plans.”<br><br>Chloe answers for both of us, she knows I'll stay.<br><br>  “We’ll stay, Mother. Our time is yours. We have nothing we need to … oh shoot!”<br><br>Mrs. Dawson and I both look at Chloe with concern!<br><br>  “Kimmie, huge huge favor. Please Kimmie. I need you to stay here with Mother while I go take care of the lab animals. Maybe an hour and a half?”<br><br>It takes me 0 seconds to answer:&nbsp; <em>"Of course, absolutely.....Do you want me to drive you over then bring the car back here? Whatever I need to do, Im here to help"<br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>08-09-2018, 20:15:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… drive over? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hmm? Oh, no. If you guys are done here before I get back, you can take a taxi over to Aunt Becky’s or Daddy can have the driver come pick you up.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… gather my purse and make sure I have my car keys … kiss Kimmie on the cheek …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’ll be back as soon as I can. You might find the cafeteria, better place to sit than here. Let the shrink know if you do.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and with that, I’m off …</em></span></span><br><br><div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Circe turns to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You sure she didn’t plan this to force us together before either of us are ready? Let’s find that cafeteria. I’ll tell the desk where the psychiatrist can find us or they can call my cell.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… together they walk to the desk and Circe gives the particulars … asks directions to the cafeteria … together they set off and are soon at the line …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What are you having Kimmie? I’m not really hungry but I should have something light. Maybe a yogurt and a cookie or a brownie and some iced tea.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… they both gather their trays and Circe pays at the cashier by waving her phone at the machine … a table for 4 out of the main traffic area … Circe opens her peach yogurt and takes a spoonful … sip of her tea …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So, you may wonder why I’ve called this meeting …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; her smile is gentle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “A few years ago, Chloe told me a story that chilled me to the bone. A two years later, she told me about something she was working on that did an unheard of thing. I told a few friends of mine about the discovery. We agreed it can’t be used on humans without all the usual testing and that it couldn’t fall into the hands of any Government. I told her what we thought ought to happen. She told me she’d used it already. Once. And on whom she’d used it. And I told her that she had made a terrible decision and that she needed to consider what she needed to do to clear her karma. She took the subject into her care and as best I could tell from what she told me, she helped the subject come to grips with what had been done and to ease the subject’s way ahead.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Circe takes a sip of her tea …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Have I gotten anything wrong? Do I understand this correctly? Is there anything more you believe I need to know up to that point where she release the subject back into society?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her eyes are piercing … demanding … yet open too …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>09-09-2018, 00:14:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe nixes the idea of me driving her to the lab.&nbsp; If we need to get there, she suggests a cab or even her father sending a car over for us.&nbsp; <br><br>“I’ll be back as soon as I can. You might find the cafeteria, better place to sit than here. Let the shrink know if you do.”<br><br>A quick kiss, and she's gone.....Mrs. Dawson turns to me and says<br><br>  “You sure she didn’t plan this to force us together before either of us are ready? Let’s find that cafeteria. I’ll tell the desk where the psychiatrist can find us or they can call my cell.”<br><br>I smile....<em>"I can't say for certain she DIDNT plan it.....seems a little bit of a 'set-up' if you take it on the surface level?"</em><br><br><br>We walk to the desk and Mrs. Dawson explains where she'll be and how to get in touch with her as soon as the psychiatrist is available.&nbsp; Then we return to the cafeteria.<br><br>  “What are you having Kimmie? I’m not really hungry but I should have something light. Maybe a yogurt and a cookie or a brownie and some iced tea.”<br><br><em>"Just a cup of coffee, would be fine....Chloe and I had a big breakfast this morning...."</em><br><br>Mrs. Dawson picks up the tab for my coffee and we wend our way to a table out of the main traffic flow.&nbsp; We get ourselves seated and she opens up her yogurt...<br><br>  “So, you may wonder why I’ve called this meeting …”<br><br>…&nbsp; her smile is gentle …and I am smiling as well.&nbsp; The two of us, each not ready to face the other under these circumstances.&nbsp; Yet, the fates rolled the dice and here we are.&nbsp; &nbsp;She takes a small spoonful of her yogurt, a sip of her tea, then addresses me in a quiet manner:<br><br>  “A few years ago, Chloe told me a story that chilled me to the bone. A two years later, she told me about something she was working on that did an unheard of thing. I told a few friends of mine about the discovery. We agreed it can’t be used on humans without all the usual testing and that it couldn’t fall into the hands of any Government. I told her what we thought ought to happen. She told me she’d used it already. Once. And on whom she’d used it. And I told her that she had made a terrible decision and that she needed to consider what she needed to do to clear her karma. She took the subject into her care and as best I could tell from what she told me, she helped the subject come to grips with what had been done and to ease the subject’s way ahead.”<br><br>Her eyes on me,&nbsp; Mrs. Dawson takes a sip of tea.&nbsp; &nbsp;I find that Im blushing and pushing a strand of hair that escaped my ponytail, behind my ear.<br><br>  “Have I gotten anything wrong? Do I understand this correctly? Is there anything more you believe I need to know up to that point where she released the subject back into society?”<br><br>She looks at me with eyes that are alive and inquisitive.&nbsp; Yet there is also a softer, more maternal glow with them as well.&nbsp; I piece together my answer....to the mother, of a girl who was raped...…<br><br><em>"No, Mrs. Dawson.&nbsp; Those are the essential facts.&nbsp; The, um, subject was taken to a sort of safe house if you will.&nbsp; There it was explained to him, that the changes that he was undergoing were permanent.&nbsp; There was no way to reverse them.&nbsp; However, instead of leaving the....the subject, alone, confused and scared, Chloe showed that person far more feeling, far more consideration, and even some affection.....far more caring than this person had shown to her.....and infinitely more compassion than the subject deserved."</em><br><br>I stare at my coffee cup.&nbsp; Then, slumping forward a bit, I force myself to look into those enigmatic eyes.&nbsp; Dammit, my eyes are tearing up.....<br><br><em>"Chloe made sure the subject was ready to go forward in a new role.&nbsp; She provided training, help for um, for her.&nbsp; So, that when the time came, the subject was ready and able to function in society.&nbsp; The subject had a job, a place to live, and something far more important.&nbsp; &nbsp;The subject became a new person, the old person was quite literally tossed aside.&nbsp; A new person emerged.&nbsp; A better person, a caring individual, and somone who could appreciate life, people, living, loving, respecting others and accept who she is"</em><br><br>I straighten up in my seat a bit.....<em>"Its that person, Mrs. Dawson....the new person, me, Caoimhe....who...."</em> (and I look her right in the eyes and try to be as brave and as unemotional as I can be....) <em>"who wants to apologize to you for the terrible wrong I did to your precious daughter.&nbsp; And apologize to you for all the pain, all the hurt and all the anger I put you and your husband through....."</em>&nbsp; The tears begin to run down my cheeks....warm trails of a hurt being exposed....raw feelings opening up<br><br><em>"I was given a second chance.....I can never do that for Chloe......Im so sorry...."</em><br><br>I bury my face behind one hand......I squelch any sobbing.....Im not going to make a scene here.&nbsp; &nbsp; I gather myself a bit, wipe my eyes, straighten up.&nbsp; Chloe once told me that in business, weak women get eaten up.&nbsp; I think it might go for weak women in life as well.<br><br><em>"I can assure you, this is not how I planned on impressing you when we first met". </em> I say with a weak smile.... Now I find it difficult to look at her.&nbsp; Her response, a mother's response is coming, and whatever she says, I deserve it.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-09-2018, 18:04:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Circe watches Kimmie as she answers … and goes beyond to touch what Kimmie has all reason to believe are Circe’s deepest concerns she acquits herself very well … all Circe’s experience and she can detect no flaw in her performance … so Occam’s razor says to take her at her word …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you Kimmie. Kimmie, I’m sorry I distrusted you but please forgive an old lady who cares overly much for her headstrong daughter and only heir.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Circe sips takes another spoon of yogurt and sips her tea …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’m assuming Chloe has told you that she through me is a practitioner of a certain art. You saw her at her best back in the ER waiting room. She is an excellent learner and worthy heir to her ancestress. She knows and you need to know that she needs to bear a daughter to pass the art to. This age has been devastating to us with the greed for self that leads some women to choose to not bear children. The bloodlines are very important and some of the great lines are in danger of ending. I hope you will be supportive of her having a daughter. Or daughters. And please too do not be hurt when she teaches them of things she doesn’t tell you about though I wouldn’t put it past her to try to explain. That would break her promises but she was never big on promises when her deepest feelings were involved. So …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Circe’s phone chimes … she takes it out …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Circe Dawson. … Yes doctor. … I can do that. … 10 minutes at the most, room B203. … I’ll find it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she hangs up the phone and looks at Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, the psychiatrist. I have much more to share with you but the interrogation is over. You may if you choose call me Circe or if you choose Mother as Chloe does. I’d like to learn of your family, perhaps over a meal before I return to the City.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; she stands and picks up her tray …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’ll come here looking for you when I finish with the psychiatrist. If you’re not here, I’ll come to the ER waiting room. Have Chloe inform me if something else happens. Blessed be!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she walks off with her tray … takes the tea and disposes of the rest in the bin … and leaves to speak to the psychiatrist …</em></span></span><br class="clear_right"><br><br><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; the lab is as it’s supposed ot be … set about the routine … and make sure to follow the checklist because rushed often meana forgetting something and every part of this is important .. take a moment to text Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  ### all normal<br>  ### back in 45 minutes<br>  ### xoxo</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>09-09-2018, 18:25:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br><br>“Thank you Kimmie. Kimmie, I’m sorry I distrusted you but please forgive an old lady who cares overly much for her headstrong daughter and only heir.”<br><br><em>"Its all right Mrs. Dawson.&nbsp; I earned every bit of that distrust.&nbsp; And, like you, we share one great thing in common: we both care overly much for Chloe"</em><br><br>Mrs. Dawson sips her tea and looks as though she's forming some thoughts.....She cradles her tea and begins:<br><br>  “I’m assuming Chloe has told you that she through me is a practitioner of a certain art. You saw her at her best back in the ER waiting room. She is an excellent learner and worthy heir to her ancestress. She knows and you need to know that she needs to bear a daughter to pass the art to. This age has been devastating to us with the greed for self that leads some women to choose to not bear children. The bloodlines are very important and some of the great lines are in danger of ending. I hope you will be supportive of her having a daughter. Or daughters. And please too do not be hurt when she teaches them of things she doesn’t tell you about though I wouldn’t put it past her to try to explain. That would break her promises but she was never big on promises when her deepest feelings were involved. So …”<br><br><em>"She has actually told me very little, Mrs. Dawson.&nbsp; All Ive gathered is little snippets.....a comment here or there....just as you now mentioned 'ancestress'.....She has alluded to, but never said the word, witches.&nbsp; She has mentioned a sisterhood.&nbsp; Again, all these were just words in passing with no explanation behind them.&nbsp; &nbsp;I saw her tracing lines on your hand....I think I saw a result?&nbsp; Your relief perhaps?&nbsp; The lifting of a weight so to speak?"</em><br><br>I take a sip of my coffee, then continue.<br><br><em>"I would not and will not stand in her way if she needs to bear children.&nbsp; Its not something we've discussed.&nbsp; As you can gather by looking at me, my ability to assist is limited.&nbsp; I dont know what I can or cannot do in those regards.&nbsp; But, I will not stand in her way.&nbsp; It will be her decision though, I think we both know that already.&nbsp; &nbsp;As for her trying to explain, I wont push her for anything.&nbsp; I do not want her violating sacred trusts just to keep a silly girlfriend's curiosity in check.&nbsp; You know your daughter better than I, so your concerns are more valid."</em><br><br>At that moment, Mrs. Dawson's phone rings.<br><br>  “Circe Dawson. … Yes doctor. … I can do that. … 10 minutes at the most, room B203. … I’ll find it.”<br><br><br>She turns to me as she puts her phone back in her purse.<br><br>  “Yes, the psychiatrist. I have much more to share with you but the interrogation is over. You may if you choose call me Circe or if you choose Mother as Chloe does. I’d like to learn of your family, perhaps over a meal before I return to the City.”<br><br><em>"Thank you.....Circe.....I'll leave some room for us to get closer before I call you 'Mother'...."</em>&nbsp; I smile....<em>"I'll be looking forward to talking with you more!"<br></em><br>She gets up, gathers her tray and adds:<br><br>  “I’ll come here looking for you when I finish with the psychiatrist. If you’re not here, I’ll come to the ER waiting room. Have Chloe inform me if something else happens. Blessed be!”<br><br>I sit alone at the table and nurse my coffee.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reflect upon my meeting with Mrs.&nbsp; &nbsp;um&nbsp; &nbsp; Circe.....I could not have chosen a worse scenario for this.&nbsp; Joel, of course the overriding issue.&nbsp; But on a personal and selfish note.&nbsp; I wanted to look so nice for her, look my best....instead Im bedraggled, sweaty, and need a shower.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still.....there was a baring of my soul that Im glad took place for us.&nbsp; I needed to say those things to her.&nbsp; I needed her to know.&nbsp; And it hurt to say them.&nbsp; Kevin never would have said them.&nbsp; He just would have avoided anything "Dawson" for the rest of his life.&nbsp; But, Im not Kevin anymore.&nbsp; I have to admit I feel a little drained right now.....and all this mysterious stuff.....what is that all about?&nbsp; Are witches, ancestresses, secret sororities something I'll deal with.&nbsp; Or will I someday be included?&nbsp; And children?? Circe spoke of having daughters to continue the blood lines of the old families.....What old families?&nbsp; I sigh....All in good time and only what Chloe can say.....<br><br>I jump as my phone goes off!<br><br>  <strong>### all normal<br>  ### back in 45 minutes<br>  ### xoxo</strong><br><br>That brings a smile to my face....<br><br>### C with Dr.<br>### waiting for you with all my heart<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-09-2018, 22:06:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the psychiatrist is one of us as we soon establish … signs until we both learn we are at her grade of initiation&nbsp; … I do not establish superiority, unnecessary for the trust she must have to take my words at their explicit value … I tell her how Joel was ridden from his childhood … and why he was ridden to begin with … how he chose to avoid the treatment his mother could only offer … and how it finally all caught up with him … I name the name of that which still rides him … and warn her that certain things she knows were already attempted to no avail and that for her to try now would put her at risk unless she took the additional precautions I outlined … from this she learns that I rank her in the art and cannot do for my brother what others can … I tell her a name and she recognizes the name and we will both contact her … we then discuss the conventional … she discusses certain psychiatric drugs and I from my limited knowledge tell what I know of those I recognize … we embrace with the touches appropriate for sisters …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I return to the cafeteria with a heavy heart … I must push Chloe to advance … she cannot shirk her inheritance because what happened to Joel is happening more and more and we need her her and her sisters to carry the fight to the gates … and she has chosen to ignore that in favor of her passion for the biological sciences … I will have to seek permission to tell her about Joel … I look up to see Kimmie sitting alone … I go through the line and get another iced tea … take the seat opposite Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Anything from Chloe? I will need to speak to her alone sometime before I leave. I hope that doesn’t bother you but there are things she must know that I cannot share with you.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I hope she hear the precision … I cannot share with Kimmie … what Chloe shares is up to Chloe …</em></span></span><br class="clear_right"><br><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the text from Kimmie leaves much unsaid … she seems to have gotten through a first chat with Mother … I finish with the animals and sens a text …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Verdana;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  ### on my way</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the traffic is frustrating as any Saturday can get … get parked and head to the ER waiting room … not there … head toward the cafeteria and find them at the far side chatting … Mother looks serious … Kimmie does not look hurt …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hey you two!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lean down and kiss Kimmie first on the cheek … then pat Mother’s shoulder … and take her emotional pulse which she knows I’m doing and doesn’t block … sit and reach over to rest my hand on Kimmie’s …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So what’s the plan? Any more on Uncle Joel?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>09-09-2018, 22:10:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><br>Sitting alone in a hospital cafeteria without a book, or a friend or even a decent view is boring....so very boring.&nbsp; Even re-playing my conversation with Circe is frustrating because I keep thinking of things I might have said.&nbsp; Perhaps, even SHOULD have said.&nbsp; But the moment is past.&nbsp; Our future together has begun.....what a start....Smelly, unkempt Kimmie meets the most important person in Chloe's life.....after a suicide attempt of a relative.....oh boy....I take a sip of my now, gross and cold, coffee.&nbsp; That sort of smacks me 'upside the head'.&nbsp; &nbsp;I think: 'Time to move on Kimmie girl.&nbsp; The past is over.&nbsp; Today is not about you.&nbsp; Today is the day you sit your ass down and take a back seat to some serious life and death issues.&nbsp; Grow the fuck up!!<br><br>As if on some sort of spiritual cue, I see Circe making her way across the cafeteria.&nbsp; It strikes me that she and Chloe look beautiful all the time....Circe is a very striking woman....and her eyes....my gawd, they are so piercing and at the same time so soft and receptive.....<br><br>“Anything from Chloe? I will need to speak to her alone sometime before I leave. I hope that doesn’t bother you but there are things she must know that I cannot share with you.”<br><br><em>"It ok.&nbsp; I understand that there is much I dont understand. And there are things that will happen where my presence is not allowed.&nbsp; Im fine with that, Circe.&nbsp; Please, do what you must in this situation and do not worry about me.&nbsp; Chloe sent me a text a while ago.&nbsp; She should be finishing up on her way here now"</em><br><br>Circe sits down.&nbsp; I dont ask about the meeting nor does she offer and insights. She sips her tea while I freshen up my coffee.&nbsp; As soon as I sit back down, I hear a familiar and welcome voice:<br><br>“Hey you two!”<br><br>I get a nice welcoming kiss from Chloe....Circe gets a warm caress on her shoulder.&nbsp; Then sits down and rests her hand on mine.<br><br>  “So what’s the plan? Any more on Uncle Joel?”<br><br>I look at Circe and smile a little as I get up.....This may be the only time they'll be alone for the rest of the day.<br><br><em>"Im going to stretch my legs a bit.....be right back"</em><br><br>Chloe looks stunned for a moment, I give her hand an affectionate pat.....When Chloe looks at Circe, it all becomes clear to her about why Im getting up.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>10-09-2018, 03:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie? … oh … Mother! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Don’t go far Kimmie, this won’t take long!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… glare at Mother, daring her … she doesn’t disappoint …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe, Uncle Joel is ridden. You know what that means. You felt it when you performed the cleansing. We need you to continue your training because more and more like Joel are succumbing to the forces we know are deployed against our species. Please Chloe, I beg of you, please reassociate with the elders here and carry through with what the can teach you. I know you’re very busy and have taken on a partner which will consume even more of your time. But you know that you have the rare talent and you know how to learn and …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she sputters out … reach across the table and take her hands …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, I will consider it. I promise I will visit with the goddess and seek her counsel.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; her eyes plead …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, dearest Mother. Circe. Look into my heart. What I do is all with her counsel. You and your associates have a programmed path that she has you follow and you know that my rare talent leads me elsewhere. I will consider what you ask in counsel with the one who guides us all. Trust me Mother, the Kali Yuga is upon us and the goddess dances on the skulls of her enemies. Yes, I have learning I can do if I give it time and sacrifice time for other things&nbsp; and I promise I will consider. But your sisters fail to understand what I know and you sense, my talent is different. Please Mother Circe, please help them know that I lead and they serve and that we all advance for it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother squeezes my hands … this is not the first such conversation … I don’t like bludgeoning her this way yet Kali dances and she and they fail to catch the beat … Maitreya may approach and they have no clue … and I fight to stay humble and accept what the goddess counsels … the other way is the real death and to that we all cannot surrender …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Breathe Mother. Joel may be lost and we can do nothing. We can save Elizabeth and Daddy. We always start small, so let’s do that!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; her shudder and grip tells me she surrenders to what I have been entrusted with … we as yet have no name for this and I’m the only one we know yet we suspect there are others like me or will be soon … I relax my grip on her hands and let go … sit back … realize I’m bathed in sweat and my clothes are soaked …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, I am Kali! Acknowledge that! Please Mother who bore me. I like this less than you! Much must change and we know not how to do so yet we cannot stop the dance. I’m sorry for Joel, truly. But he is why we dance, why I must dance even though I desire to still my feet on his skull.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Circe’s eyes blaze and finally surrender … the curse when a mother has no choice but to yield to her daughter … our lights go back to the turtle emerging with the lotus when Tiamat calmed chaos … I’ve no clue how I find calm within yet the goddess within counsels calm and biology and accepts Kimmie … alas, poor Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I stand … lift Mother and embrace her … then turn to look for Kimmie … Kimmie with whom the child may be borne in me … a wonder I cannot comprehend …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie! Please, we need you!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Kimmie is how I stay grounded … she is Joel reborn …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>10-09-2018, 13:04:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I dont wander far.&nbsp; I give Chloe and Circe their privacy.&nbsp; I gaze out the window.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Its been an incredible Saturday so far.&nbsp; &nbsp;I mull the events that brought me here.&nbsp; From cleaning the condo last night, to breakfast, the events with Joel....and now a hospital ER waiting room.&nbsp; <br><br>If I had one wish, it would be to start this day over....or for this day to be concluding somewhere peaceful....<br><br>“Kimmie! Please, we need you!”<br><br>I am at Chloe's side in an instant!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>10-09-2018, 21:36:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… reach for Kimmie’s hand and drawer her into the hug … this is all so very much! … too soon for Mother with us … and too late to do anything about it if anything could be done … but now we must move forward … whisper to both of them …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Do you know that I have seen this moment? I have choices to make here that change the future too.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother gasps … this is what she perhaps dreaded most … and that which haunted me ever since it awoke after my rape … <abbr title="the fact of knowing something before it takes place; foreknowledge.">prescience</abbr> … moments where I can see the future … and here is why I so need Kimmie … because she is not in many of the futures that go out from this cusp … and those without her are not what I will allow me to become … yet the choices where the future has Kimmie in it have danger aplenty …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes Mother. prescience. The drug used on me broke something in my brain chemistry. I know what it broke. I can bring some of our our sisters this horrible gift. I can bring it to Kimie too I think but I would rather not because it’s dangerous to her chromosomes and, um, and her chromosomes are very important for other reasons.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… speaking secrets to one who knows the prophecy and one who is now faced with a choice …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, the next move is yours. Not mine or Mothers, yours. If you stay with me, you will be in great peril more than once in our time together. I didn’t know this when I sought to get back with you but I do now. I’m so very sorry I brought you into this. My advice to you is to leave as fast as your legs can carry you and forget you ever met Chloe and Circe Dawson. Knowing us could very likely cause your death. Oh, we will do what we can to avoid that, but we don’t control all the strings, only a few. So it’s up to you Kimmie. Go and live your life or stay and be in great danger.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother’s grip on me is like ice … my hand on Kimmie stays warm … no clue what Mother’s hand on Kimmie is like … yes, Circe now knows …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>10-09-2018, 23:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I get to Chloe and Circe in a three way hug.&nbsp; But what Chloe says next, sends a chill up my spine:<br><br><br>“Do you know that I have seen this moment? I have choices to make here that change the future too.<br><br>Circe gasps aloud…<br><br>Chloe explains:<br><br>  “Yes Mother. prescience. The drug used on me broke something in my brain chemistry. I know what it broke. I can bring some of our sisters this horrible gift. I can bring it to Kimmie too I think but I would rather not because it’s dangerous to her chromosomes and, um, and her chromosomes are very important for other reasons.”<br><br>I listen.....mesmerized....its as if Im being hugged by two seers.....I know Circe is aware of this, this, prescience....I think from her expression, she didnt realize Chloe had this gift?<br><br>Chloe looks at me....a somewhat pained expression I think, and at the same time a strange strength is in her eyes as well:<br><br>  “Kimmie, the next move is yours. Not mine or Mothers, yours. If you stay with me, you will be in great peril more than once in our time together. I didn’t know this when I sought to get back with you but I do now. I’m so very sorry I brought you into this. My advice to you is to leave as fast as your legs can carry you and forget you ever met Chloe and Circe Dawson. Knowing us could very likely cause your death. Oh, we will do what we can to avoid that, but we don’t control all the strings, only a few. So it’s up to you Kimmie. Go and live your life or stay and be in great danger.”<br><br>Chloe's grip on me is one of warmth and strength....an inner calm amidst this turmoil.....Circe's hand feels as though its been immersed in ice water.....they both look at me....my life.....in danger....being with Chloe could cause my death......<br><br>"I....I....." so much to consider and no time.....I go with my heart which has led me strongly since I embraced Caoimhe.<br><br>I find a certain calmness......<br><br><em>"Chloe,&nbsp; I can't leave you.&nbsp; I can no sooner turn my back on you and say 'thanks for the advice' than I could leave you hurt and needing my help.....If, if these strings you cant control come to pass, I would rather have a shorter life with you, than a long life without you....I cant have you apart from me.&nbsp; There are no guarantees in life.....I'll take my chances with you"</em><br><br>I kiss her....and then I take Circe's hand in mine.....my decision has been made.&nbsp; I feel exhilirated by it!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-09-2018, 20:43:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2ltaif.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Mrs. Circe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Chloe! … dear Goddess no not my Chloe! … no please no … but everything she says rings true against the most ancient prophecies … that it is possible to see the future … that one of the descendents would be the first … never a when or a why or a how … yet the what of this was so very clear in the deep teaching …&nbsp; teaching Chloe had never received … icy knowledge … now I must serve … now I must support …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I hold them both … dear children … Chloe does what she must to clear the cusp … a cusp, a razor’s edge in time and space where the tiniest decision can move the universe … and she knows and can see down the many ways that all converge here … Kimmie chooses … feel Chloe accept Kimmie’s choice … a choice I can only assume was taken freely yewt none of us can move freely … maybe Chloe can … maybe … Kimmie takes my hand … I kiss her forehead … then Chloe’s …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe. Baby. My daughter. I’m so very sorry! So very very sorry!”</span></span><br><br><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie makes the choice I had hoped she would … selfish hope … very selfish … feel her choice and futures disappear as possibilities slam close like doors before a hurricane … feel her join in what is here and what is to come … now to Mother … Mother I sense knows more of this than I did … I learned in my cells of something from long ago … I wil learn what Mother knows but not now … Mother’s kiss is ice … she expresses her sadness … a deep sigh ripples through me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, the hand of she who rides the turtle is on this. I can feel her in my core. But enough. the struggle is not yet upon us. Let’s go to Aunt Becky’s. Uncle Joel is being taken care of and we have nothing more to do here.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; relax my arms around them both … MOther starts … asks what I know of Joel …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “He played his part Mother. He is part of the force that brought Kimmie into my life and the opening of my eyes. Amor fati, if we do not love our fate, it will ride us to our death. Joel rejected his fate. Perhaps our sister can save him. We cannot. We will mourn him in time but that is not now.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… it’s so interesting how this works … I have choices to look down paths or not … and for many paths I have foreknowledge of where it leads which makes the path unworthy of examination in the my new vision … others will require that and those I must choose carefully … so many roads and only enough time and energy to look down a few … we reach the car and I fish the keys out …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, please take the back seat please. Kimmie needs to learn how to get to Aunt Becky’s.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 12:43:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Circe kisses my forehead, then Chloe's.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is wracked with emotion:<br><br>“Chloe. Baby. My daughter. I’m so very sorry! So very very sorry!”<br><br>Whatever is happening, is way beyond my comprehension.&nbsp; All I know is that I just bound myself to Chloe and I feel as though my words have triggered actions that have set me on one of the paths that only Chloe can see?<br><br>Chloe trembles ever so slightly at her mother's wail of pain and frustration.<br><br>  “Mother, the hand of she who rides the turtle is on this. I can feel her in my core. But enough. the struggle is not yet upon us. Let’s go to Aunt Becky’s. Uncle Joel is being taken care of and we have nothing more to do here.”<br><br>We stay in our hug, Circe asks about Joel.&nbsp; Chloe now seems to know something from beyond this reality.&nbsp; Somehow her eyes are seeing things I cannot.&nbsp; And 'rides the turtle'....who is that?&nbsp; Who is this spiritual guide she speaks of?<br><br>  “He played his part Mother. He is part of the force that brought Kimmie into my life and the opening of my eyes. Amor fati, if we do not love our fate, it will ride us to our death. Joel rejected his fate. Perhaps our sister can save him. We cannot. We will mourn him in time but that is not now.”<br><br>That is just so creepy.....weird....prophetic maybe??&nbsp; &nbsp;He brought me, to Chloe?&nbsp; A part of this weaving of fates it would seem??<br><br>We head down to the garage to get Chloe's car.&nbsp; Circe gets in, ready to drive when Chloe interrupts:<br><br>  “Mother, please take the back seat please. Kimmie needs to learn how to get to Aunt Becky’s.”<br><br>I take the keys, start up the car, and back out of the parking space.&nbsp; I nose the car into traffic and turn towards Beacon Street and Beacon Hill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-09-2018, 21:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I have to work a little to stay focused in the present … riding instead of driving because this new seeing is an intoxicant … direct Kimmie to Beacon Hill and to 89 Beacon St. (https://www.zillow.com/homes/for_sale/Beacon-Hill-Boston-MA/pmf,pf_pt/59126902_zpid/153989_rid/globalrelevanceex_sort/42.358062,-71.068505,42.353218,-71.074352_rect/17_zm/) to the house that is now Aunt Becky’s … we park on the street … will put the car in the garage if needed …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thanks for driving Kimmie.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother seems still in a daze … take her arm and lead them up the steps to the front door … the doorbell brings the maid who invites us in and directs us to where Daddy and Aunt Becky are sitting …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hello Daddy, Aunt Becky, this is Caoimhe Clarkson, Kimmie. Kimmie, my Daddy Joseph Dawson and my Aunt Elizabeth Crabtree. Kimmie worked for Crabtree and Welsh until a week ago when she resigned and came to work for me.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; ever the gracious hostess, Becky welcomes us while Daddy talks to Mother … I hear Mother excusing herself, something about some phone calls to make …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother if you please, a very small circle. And then only those capable of efficiently teaching me or directing those who can. I’ve no time. It’s run out fast.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Becky offers us drinks … I sigh and settle for an iced tea …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie and I are going to use the roof, Aunt Becky. She’s been clobbered today and needs some time to gather herself. Daddy, would you please put my car in the garage? I expect we’ll be here until we go to supper. We don’t plan on staying the night.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take Kimmie’s hand … we carry our tea to the roof …</em></span></span><div align="center">(https://photos.zillowstatic.com/p_f/IS6qb4pgvkqomh0000000000.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hiold the door and the roof garden opens in front of us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Something else, eh? I don’t know how they afford this. They bought it for $10M. Becky had to be talked into it, she thought it was excessive and it is.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take seats on the couch … a sip of tea …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I don’t know where to start Kimmie. Other than to say I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into something you didn’t see coming. I didn’t either, but that can’t be helped now. I hope Mother doesn’t go overboard, last thing we need is a coven and a half descending on us demanding gossip. There’s times when I hate my sisters.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… another sip of tea …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So where would you like me to start? At the beginning? Somewhere in the middle? Burning questions? I’m guessing we have two or three hours before we have too much company.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>14-09-2018, 12:47:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We successfully navigate the tight streets up to Beacon Hill.&nbsp; I park Chloe's car in the street and we all get out at once. Chloe thanks me for driving as I hand her the keys once again.&nbsp; I assure her that it was not a problem.&nbsp; Circe is still 'processing' this situation and seems removed from us, in thought at least.<br><br>Chloe rings the doorbell and a maid answers.&nbsp; I raise my eyebrows....a real maid....impressive.&nbsp; And I look like something the cat dragged in.&nbsp; We go to a room where Mr. Dawson and Aunt Becky are seated.&nbsp; Introductions are performed graciously.<br><br>  “Hello Daddy, Aunt Becky, this is Caoimhe Clarkson, Kimmie. Kimmie, my Daddy Joseph Dawson and my Aunt Elizabeth Crabtree. Kimmie worked for Crabtree and Welsh until a week ago when she resigned and came to work for me.”<br><br>Aunt Becky welcomes us with a warm greeting. For a woman who is dealing with all that her situation now presents&nbsp; her, she is both charming and out going.&nbsp; Mrs. Dawson leaves to make a phone call and Chloe adds another cryptic guideline.<br><br>  “Mother if you please, a very small circle. And then only those capable of efficiently teaching me or directing those who can. I’ve no time. It’s run out fast.”<br><br>Teaching?&nbsp; Directing?&nbsp; Time has run out?<br><br>Chloe accepts an iced tea from her Aunt, I opt for some water instead.&nbsp; Chloe says to everyone.<br><br>  “Kimmie and I are going to use the roof, Aunt Becky. She’s been clobbered today and needs some time to gather herself. Daddy, would you please put my car in the garage? I expect we’ll be here until we go to supper. We don’t plan on staying the night.”<br><br>Chloe takes my hand and we take our drinks up to the roof.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The view from there is spectacular....but other things are taking my breath away right now.<br><br><br>“Something else, eh? I don’t know how they afford this. They bought it for $10M. Becky had to be talked into it, she thought it was excessive and it is.”<br><br>We sit down, and I let Chloe speak first:<br><br>  “I don’t know where to start Kimmie. Other than to say I’m sorry you’ve been dragged into something you didn’t see coming. I didn’t either, but that can’t be helped now. I hope Mother doesn’t go overboard, last thing we need is a coven and a half descending on us demanding gossip. There’s times when I hate my sisters.”<br><br>I hold my drink....unable to really swallow right now.<br><br>  “So where would you like me to start? At the beginning? Somewhere in the middle? Burning questions? I’m guessing we have two or three hours before we have too much company.”<br><br>So many things to ask....all important....some not as important as others.....I just let my thoughts go out in as sort of unedited free fall:<br><br><em>"First....are we ok?&nbsp; I mean you and I....I dont want to lose you, and I made my decision to be with you and whatever else happens, I will take it on with you at my side.....What are you Chloe?&nbsp; You just mentioned a coven...you have always alluded to 'sisters' and 'sisterhood'.&nbsp; Are you really what we'd term a witch?&nbsp; Do you know magic and stuff?&nbsp; Are you the newly anointed leader of this group?......and....can you really see the future now?&nbsp; Do you and I have a future?.....Im confused of course....and a little scared"</em><br><br><br>Now I can swallow and take a drink of my water.&nbsp; A light breeze floats by us as we sit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-09-2018, 00:33:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold onto Kimmie’s hands and try to calm down … it’s going to take me a while to get used to this talent that has just blown up in my face … and I don’t have time … are we fine? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’re fine, Kimmie, you and me. Us against the world. Going to be some rough going but not between us. We won’t get lost, not if I can help it and I trust you won’t let it happen either.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; see the future? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, I can see the future Kimmie. But that’s a hard thing to explain. It’s like I’m looking across a desert, over the tops of ever changing sand dunes. I can see the peaks and sometimes the valleys. Sometimes I can only see around me&nbsp; because I’m in a valley and sometimes I’m at the very peak and can look down into nearby valleys. When a cusp arrives … no wait. When my path comes to a cusp, a place where choices are made, many paths are evident and each one I can only see the peaks and sometimes the valleys. It’s not 3 dimensional like driving a car though, but that’s the best way I can explain it right now”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when a cusp arrives … because that’s partly how this feels … I am stationary in time and it comes to me from the future … all sides of the future … and yes, the sisterhood …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, something I’ve been taught and can now verify because I can also see into the past. I was taught about the mothers, that was the word Mother used and others as I attended classes with other women. The Mothers are an unbroken line into a past that fades into the beginnings of humans and of self consciousness. Women learned things and passed them on. Skills and knowledge. There are many names for this unbroken line and those of us who are in the line. None are especially meaningful, so sisterhood is what many of us in the English speaking world use. Oh, we have code words to make contact and learn how much the other person has learned, but that’s the only spooky thing about it. It’s like only people with a PhD in Celestial Mechanics have all the words and understanding to talk to each other and if you want to talk to one of those people, then go get your PhD in Celestial Mechanics or whatever. We have the same thing, but it’s not advertised.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… witches? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The name witch has been used and abused by many people over the years. There were a few of us in Salem, bt none among those burned. More would have been burned were it not for things my sisters did back then, basically to talk their husbands back from foolishness. We discover sisters wherever we go. We’re still merging with sisters from Africa and the original Americans. Languages diverge and knowledge grows and is lost. Once recognition occurs, we calmly and politely share and build trust. It takes many generations. The underground railroad was ours. Prohibition was too, and that’s a different story for another time. Suffrage. Thoise are the big things. The Women’s March, March for Our Lives, we’re there leading and following because much of what we do is try to keep men from destroying this world. We’re in politics and academics and business, especially business. Men get greedy, women know we can’t be greedy and survive so keep each other balanced and then bring the men back from the brink.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… magic? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Have you ever seen a magician? Stage magician? It’s all about distraction and misdirection. One person’s magic is another person’s psychology and science and engineering. So yes we know magic, if that’s what you mean.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pause for a moment for a sip of tea …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Now to more immediate things. I need to learn all the sisterhood has to teach me in as little time as possible. I also need to finish my PhD and get my thesis written and defended and awarded. That’s a pretty straightforward path and things that can get in our way while we do that are quite obvious and can be avoided. Mother is arranging for the people to give me the cram course and to guard us. I’ll have a bunch of convincing to do as well, and they’ll be testing me as well they should.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeeze her hand and sip tea …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-09-2018, 12:41:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I listen.....and just listen, as Chloe goes through all my questions.&nbsp; She avoids nothing, she fills in with greater detail than I might have asked from my questions.&nbsp; She does not hold back from me at all.<br><br>Its a rather daunting revelation from her.<br><br>She can view the future, but not with unmistakable clarity.&nbsp; Still, a general direction and a deep sense of what will happen is present in her.&nbsp; Cusps, I learn, are decision points.&nbsp; From those, Chloe can look down 'decision paths' and get a good sense, but not a 100% clear view of the events that will occur if that path is chosen.<br><br>Also, the sisterhood is growing.&nbsp; Not as a something that is spreading unchecked.&nbsp; More along the lines that sisters are discovering sisters in all parts of the world.&nbsp; A larger web is being formed from these discoveries and meeting.<br><br>Magic?&nbsp; Not really....knowledge specific to them, yes......The term 'witches' is debunked.....Sisterhood is what these women are....what my Chloe is....a member of the sisterhood.<br><br>Chloe can also look back into the past as well.&nbsp; The "Mothers" are a long unbroken line of teachers that go back to before time.&nbsp; Their knowledge is a collection.&nbsp; Acquired, assimilated, and added to all that is already known.&nbsp; They are called many things, but 'sisterhood' is probably the most common title for them.&nbsp; They have words and terms that help them identify each other as well as what they know.<br><br>We hold hands....I feel her strength, her comfort and her knowledge.&nbsp; I know she didnt ask for this, but she is not denying it either.&nbsp; She is part of the sisterhood and she's embracing it as well.<br><br>Chloe says:<br><br>“Now to more immediate things. I need to learn all the sisterhood has to teach me in as little time as possible. I also need to finish my PhD and get my thesis written and defended and awarded. That’s a pretty straightforward path and things that can get in our way while we do that are quite obvious and can be avoided. Mother is arranging for the people to give me the cram course and to guard us. I’ll have a bunch of convincing to do as well, and they’ll be testing me as well they should.”<br><br><em>"You know Im here to help you, if there's anything I can do.....What will my role be in the sisterhood.&nbsp; Or, am I to be on the outside for your support?&nbsp; I can do that....Im not complaining....I'll do my part, whatever that needs to be.&nbsp; I am with you on this Chloe.....never against you"</em><br><br>I pause, then ask the million dollar question:<br><em><br>"Are we going to have a baby?&nbsp; Is motherhood, I mean biological motherhood....part of this plan?"</em> <br><br>Im both happy and scared by this idea.&nbsp; I hadnt quite got to this part in thinking about our relationship.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-09-2018, 18:56:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I love my Kimmie … ever practical … direct … an honesty that I think had to have come over her as she learned that she could no longer be Kevin and had to open up to this woman thing …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Of course we’re together. As to the Sisterhood, let’s see what Mother comes back to me with. If you haven’t guessed, I now wield tremendous influence among my Sisters. I could direct them to initiate you as far as you can take what they have to offer. Or we could seek their counsel for what is wise for you, my consort. They may even propose I cut all ties with you and that I will reject out of hand. I can’t see what happens in this valley just ahead of us. What my Sisters do not yet realize is that each of them, especially the elders, have this foresight too but they don’t know it yet. They will soon enough, my gift to them if they’ll accept it. Unfortunately it can be done in the presence of the Y chromosome. It’d take a masters in biochem to explain why. And one of the things I now have with this foresight is knowledge of biochem beyond any living person because I can quite literally look into my own cells and see the proteins and even the individual atoms.&nbsp; I think I can actually modify my own biochemistry too, but I need to be careful and conduct some experiments that I haven’t had time to do yet. Top of my list right after continuing with my PhD.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ah yes, our baby …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, we will have a baby. How I haven’t seen that. Because it’s up close and personal as it were, maybe it’s not something I’ll ever be able to see until it’s actual. The child is a female. Yours and my genes. She will be born with foresight. Our lives will come to an end in her shadow and we will pass on fulfilled.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shake my head … realize I just lapsed into prophecy … sip of tea to clear the cobwebs … the path forward remains clear …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, we have maybe 10 more minutes before the world intrudes, a minor cusp where we must choose well. Ask away and I’ll try to answer.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 12:44:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe answers all of my questions.&nbsp; She doesnt hold back; and some of the answers are comforting.&nbsp; Others feel more ominous.&nbsp; But, she lays it all out before me.<br><br>My future with Chloe is assured.&nbsp; That was the paramount issue.&nbsp; With that knowledge, I feel as though I can face anything else that might come along.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"I dont want you to have me initiated unless its the right thing to do.&nbsp; From antiquity there have been divisions along the male-female borders.&nbsp; If the Sisterhood deems me not acceptable, please know that I will be the doting wife and wait for you outside that circle.&nbsp; I know there are things I may never understand, never have explained to me, never be able to participate.&nbsp; As long as I have you, I'm fine with those decisions.&nbsp; I'm only getting a rough sense of all that has happened and all that is happening as we move forward today."</em><br><em><br>"My fate is with you.&nbsp; I chose it willingly and without duress.&nbsp; Im where I want to be.&nbsp; Ive had my own changes as well.&nbsp; Things that the Sisterhood may have seen or heard of, but certainly have not experienced.&nbsp; If my role is to be support for you, I embrace it, I want it, I accept.</em>"<br><br>I reach out and entwine my fingers in hers.....I dont feel any of her power, any of her prescience.....I feel my Chloe....warm, caring, and strong.<br><br>She smiles and mentions the baby:<br><br>  “Yes, we will have a baby. How I haven’t seen that. Because it’s up close and personal as it were, maybe it’s not something I’ll ever be able to see until it’s actual. The child is a female. Yours and my genes. She will be born with foresight. Our lives will come to an end in her shadow and we will pass on fulfilled.”<br><br>I smile.....<em>"As it should be.....parents passing on to the children....leaving them to carry on.....prepared and loved...."</em><br><br>  “Okay, we have maybe 10 more minutes before the world intrudes, a minor cusp where we must choose well. Ask away and I’ll try to answer.”<br><br>I give her hand a soft, gentle squeeze.&nbsp; I look into her beautiful eyes, and say:<br><br><em>"I would like 10 minutes just to have you to myself.&nbsp; All the questions will be answered as they come along.&nbsp; I have chosen my path.&nbsp; I hope when you make your decisions as you look down each path, you will be able to choose the path that Im following.....I'll be waiting to take your hand and walk with you"</em><br><br>I sit back in the chair and just let our 10 minutes of peace occur.&nbsp; &nbsp;A cusp is coming.&nbsp; We'll deal with that when it arrives.<br><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-09-2018, 20:27:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I do my best to accept what she asked … 10 minutes to ourselves … I have learned enough from my Sisters to quiet my mind and simply exist in the moment but this new foresight is going to take some concerted practice … insistent thoughts … those who accept this … this curse will need to be prepared for the insistent thought … I manage to shunt it aside … because Kimmie is with me … her value to me is just beginning to show … and I must continue to remind myself that she and I are partners … willing partners both ways … focus on her hand and what I feel through the shared touch … her presence calms me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe? Kimmie? Are you up here?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Mother’s voice brings me out of my moment of peace … squeeze Kimmie’s hand … the cusp hurtles toward us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Here Mother. Come join us!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I slide to the center of the seats, so I’ll be between Mother and Kimmie … somehow, protecting Kimmie is fast becoming my reason for being … need to keep even that in perspective … Mother sits and composes herself …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So you know what I’ve been doing, I assume. We wish you to be present at a full gathering in Shannon this Friday to be judged. Now I know what you’re going to say, we’re not worthy to judge you. And you’re right. Goddess knows you’re right. But you know too how some of our Sisters are. I don’t need to explain that to you but for Kimmie I will.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her lines are as expected … the traditional versus the evolutionary discussion has been going on as long as I can see into the past in my cells … and I’m the breaker …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, our line goes back a long way. We have long worked on when the way we’ve always done things needs to change. Chloe has introduced something new. Not something unexpected, but certainly never expected during my lifetime.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother’s wry smile I get … does Kimmie? … turn to her briefly …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Just like I never expected to need to get back with you and perhaps you never imagined we’d ever be in contact again. Life’s full of surprises even when we ought to be expecting them.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I turn back to Mother …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We won’t be in Shannon because we will be here in Boston. Kimmie and I don’t trust others with our animals in our lab. Invite them here. Salem has always been kind to us and reminds us of our failures better than many other places. And second, we agree to be interviewed. They are unqualified to judge what they do not understand. No, please don’t say that to them. We, Kimmie and I, are the future. We are all better if the Sisters choose to accept us as their new reality. But they are not permitted to bring us harm. Meeting in Shannon would bring us harm. Sisters Callia and Shavsha are not allowed in our presence. If they are anywhere nearby, we do not participate. Is that clear Mother?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother seems startled … her recovery evidences her trust …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe, I did not know of Shavsha yet her words in subtle support of Callia’s proposal for Shannon are now transparent. Thank you, dear daughter.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she pauses … the cusp has passed … Mother’s acceptance … the paths forward shine with better light …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, I trust you understand there will be a winnowing within the Sisterhood. Let it begin with those two. You know how to do this. None of us wish any others harm, but rest assured I will do what I must. My protections and wards will be challenged soon. We have no time to waste on the lost and I have no mercy for those two.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother’s face shows alarm …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe! Must it …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold up my hand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes Mother. What you don’t yet realize is that the typhoon struggle is being initiated as we speak in that five sided building. We know how and why that building was built. I will destroy it and its relatives in Moscow and Beijing and Berlin and Tehran and Riyadh and Tel Aviv and all the others. All the Sisters are crucial to this and we cannot be divided. This is not about victory, this is for the future of our race and our planet.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ‘stop here, Chloe’ … ‘too much and you lose those who are essential’ … I look away, out over Boston … feel the goddess within … feel the rightness … yes, the next cusp will be in Salem … what I must do in the lab starting soon is obvious …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, how are Daddy and Aunt Becky? Let’s get with them and figure out dinner. Oh!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… clap my hand to my mouth .. then calm …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I almost forgot. We need to initiate Kimmie. As far as she can go and as fast as can be done. Please ask Huguette to come to Boston to teach Kimmie. Chloe Rulez can hire her if that’s needed. I can grab an empty condo in my building for her.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… yes, Huguette would be perfect … young and very experienced and non-judgemental in superficial things …<br><br>… I uncoil from sitting and stand … help Kimmie up … put an arm around her waist and kiss her lips quickly … whisper …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Love you Kimie! All is well!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-09-2018, 23:32:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>Chloe holds my hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;We dont quite get the full 10 minutes.....maybe a 'cusp' is still an inexact science?&nbsp; We both hear Circe's voice:<br><br>“Chloe? Kimmie? Are you up here?”<br><br>Chloe calls out to her mother:<br><br>  “Here Mother. Come join us!”<br><br>Circe sits on the end of the couch, Chloe in between the two of us.....<br><br>  “So you know what I’ve been doing, I assume. We wish you to be present at a full gathering in Shannon this Friday to be judged. Now I know what you’re going to say, we’re not worthy to judge you. And you’re right. Goddess knows you’re right. But you know too how some of our Sisters are. I don’t need to explain that to you but for Kimmie I will.”<br><br>  “Kimmie, our line goes back a long way. We have long worked on when the way we’ve always done things needs to change. Chloe has introduced something new. Not something unexpected, but certainly never expected during my lifetime.”<br><br>Chloe puts things into a more modern perspective for me....<br><br>  “Just like I never expected to need to get back with you and perhaps you never imagined we’d ever be in contact again. Life’s full of surprises even when we ought to be expecting them.”<br><br>Chloe addresses her mother as I begin to get the smallest inkling of this.&nbsp; A person like Chloe has been anticipated by the line of sisters.&nbsp; The exact who, what, when, and where were not clearly delineated.....until now.&nbsp; Now that person has arrived.&nbsp; That person, that Sister, is Chloe!<br><br>  “We won’t be in Shannon because we will be here in Boston. Kimmie and I don’t trust others with our animals in our lab. Invite them here. Salem has always been kind to us and reminds us of our failures better than many other places. And second, we agree to be interviewed. They are unqualified to judge what they do not understand. No, please don’t say that to them. We, Kimmie and I, are the future. We are all better if the Sisters choose to accept us as their new reality. But they are not permitted to bring us harm. Meeting in Shannon would bring us harm. Sisters Callia and Shavsha are not allowed in our presence. If they are anywhere nearby, we do not participate. Is that clear Mother?”<br><br>…Circe seems startled, but&nbsp; her mind is already running through the permutations of the request.....She answers Chloe: …<br><br>  “Chloe, I did not know of Shavsha yet her words in subtle support of Callia’s proposal for Shannon are now transparent. Thank you, dear daughter.”<br><br>I sit silently....I know I just heard correctly.&nbsp; Chloe and I are the future!&nbsp; She wants the Sisters to accept us.&nbsp; But, I dont even know what the Sisterhood does?&nbsp; I know nothing about a group of women who will judge me worthy or not.&nbsp; What I dont know could fill volumes....the will see this instantly.<br><br>Chloe begins to establish a strategy for strengthening the Sisterhood.&nbsp; Part of it will not be pleasant, that much I can tell.<br><br>  “Mother, I trust you understand there will be a winnowing within the Sisterhood. Let it begin with those two. You know how to do this. None of us wish any others harm, but rest assured I will do what I must. My protections and wards will be challenged soon. We have no time to waste on the lost and I have no mercy for those two.”<br><br>Circe's face shows great consternation. What Chloe has proposed must be like a lightning bolt hitting their group …<br><br>While Circe tries to object, Chloe will not entertain an amendment to the winnowing.<br><br>  “Yes Mother. What you don’t yet realize is that the typhoon struggle is being initiated as we speak in that five sided building. We know how and why that building was built. I will destroy it and its relatives in Moscow and Beijing and Berlin and Tehran and Riyadh and Tel Aviv and all the others. All the Sisters are crucial to this and we cannot be divided. This is not about victory, this is for the future of our race and our planet.”<br><br>I sit stunned and silent.&nbsp; She is talking about a war to survive.&nbsp; I glance out at the peaceful Boston beneath my feet....I try to fathom what I just heard, what is expected, where I fit in....and what the future holds.&nbsp; I have no answers.....yet!<br><br>Then, in a flash, we come back to reality....to today.....<br><br>  “Mother, how are Daddy and Aunt Becky? Let’s get with them and figure out dinner. Oh!”<br><br>Chloe has just thought of something else!!…<br><br>  “I almost forgot. We need to initiate Kimmie. As far as she can go and as fast as can be done. Please ask Huguette to come to Boston to teach Kimmie. Chloe Rulez can hire her if that’s needed. I can grab an empty condo in my building for her.”<br><br><br>Im to be initiated!!&nbsp; &nbsp;I need a teacher.....one has been chosen.&nbsp; A woman named Huguette....Am I ready for this???<br><br>One look into Chloe's eyes confirms my commitment.....I WILL learn, I WILL be initiated.&nbsp; And if worthy, I will take my place beside Chloe as one of the Sisters.&nbsp; Her wife.....and be a mother??????&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>My head is spinning a bit.&nbsp; I take Chloe's hand in mine.&nbsp; I need her strength right now.<br><br>  “Love you Kimmie! All is well!”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-09-2018, 04:24:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother is about to object …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “No Mother. You know why! Move forward! We have work to do, a future to make. Shed our past! Please Mother, we need you! Ask Huguette! We know she’ll come!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we go back inside and find Daddy and Aunt Becky … we agree to go to dinner and Becky reserves a private room at an obscure and very excellent, unadvertised restaurant deep in the North End … I have a moment with Kimmie! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie! Caoimhe! Gather all you can from Huguette. I’ll buy you all the time I can, but we have very little left. Months, probably less. The enemy is very powerful!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; the car Aunt Becky called arrives and we pile in … Mother is all in a funk … Daddy is confused … Becky is feeling for her marriage … deep sigh …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Aunty, Joel will be okay but&nbsp; he’s gone, okay? I know that sounds harsh but that’s how we all know it is. His mind is like mush to him and he has to learn all over again how to swim in that. We all hope he’ll make it but it’s up to him now. We can’t help. Maybe his shrink will suggest how we or you can help but I don’t think that’s likely.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother is on the phone … hold Kimmie’s hand and listen to Mother talk in code to our Sisters … nod and lean over to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You’ll like Huguette. Be totally honest with her. Everything! She’s the best! From an ancient family in Normandy and before that the Languedoc where his mother fled after they hung him on the cross. She’s a descendant of the most ancient ones and she’s clear and clean and honest. You’ll only have a few weeks to learn what I learned from when I could sit on on Mother’s knee and tried to understand. Nothing you don’t already know but in a light that you haven’t ever considered before. She’ll be here Tuesday, think I just heard. Our guest bedroom will have to do. I’ll try to stay out of your way. You need all the space you can get.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we arrive at a narrow alley in the North End … pile out of the car … adjust the flows so I’m next to Mother long enough to take her arm to let her know we’re allied …<br><br>… we enter the hidden restaurant down the narrow alley … greeted and seated by family … male sure Kimmie and I are tight next to each other as we sit …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Daddy, red please. A Cabernet or Barbera?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… put my head on my Kimmie’s shoulder to whisper in her ear …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Relax baby. We’re safe for tonight.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… but not much longer … the foresight intrudes! … Salem will be too soon for Kimmie and maybe too late for the typhoon struggle … which of us failed to reveal their machinations? .. we are well positioned yet all I know came only via foresight and not ‘official’ channels …&nbsp; we failed again! … must I? …&nbsp; no, others must venture there … a difficulty ending for a noble life … witness to what men did to us before … and distract many while I labor at the typhoon struggle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeeze Kimmie’s hand as menus are presented with water …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>20-09-2018, 23:35:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Things begin to pick up a certain pace.&nbsp; Its as if Chloe's clock is running faster that everyone else.&nbsp; She implores Circe to "move forward" and assures her that she is needed.<br><br>We go back into the house to find Aunt Becky and Mr. Dawson.&nbsp; Dinner is decided up at a restaurant Ive never heard of before, nestled somewhere in the North End.&nbsp; I pray there is no dress code.&nbsp; Chloe and I are 'casual' in every sense of the word.&nbsp; I cringe a bit....this is not how I wanted to meet her family.&nbsp; I look more like her gym partner than her girlfriend.&nbsp; But, as the expression goes: it is what it is.<br><br>As we move towards the front door, Chloe has a moment with me.&nbsp; She is still in an intense mood:<br><br> “Kimmie! Caoimhe! Gather all you can from Huguette. I’ll buy you all the time I can, but we have very little left. Months, probably less. The enemy is very powerful!”<br><br>We all get into the car and the mood is thick and quiet.&nbsp; Circe is stressed, Mr. Dawson appears to be deep in his own thoughts, Aunt Becky is dealing with her husbands attempted suicide as well as her pending divorce.&nbsp; And me?&nbsp; Im confused about my role, my future, the 'enemy', and what Chloe will do next.&nbsp; All I know is that I trust her and Ive locked my fate around hers.<br><br>Chloe breaks the silence, speaking to her Aunt:<br><br>  “Aunty, Joel will be okay but&nbsp; he’s gone, okay? I know that sounds harsh but that’s how we all know it is. His mind is like mush to him and he has to learn all over again how to swim in that. We all hope he’ll make it but it’s up to him now. We can’t help. Maybe his shrink will suggest how we or you can help but I don’t think that’s likely.”<br><br>I marvel at the bluntness of Chloe.&nbsp; I surmise that Aunt Becky is part of this Sisterhood as well?&nbsp; That would explain the unemotional statement and Becky's stoic demeanor.<br><br>Chloe leans over and says to me:<br><br>  “You’ll like Huguette. Be totally honest with her. Everything! She’s the best! From an ancient family in Normandy and before that the Languedoc where his mother fled after they hung him on the cross. She’s a descendant of the most ancient ones and she’s clear and clean and honest. You’ll only have a few weeks to learn what I learned from when I could sit on Mother’s knee and tried to understand. Nothing you don’t already know but in a light that you haven’t ever considered before. She’ll be here Tuesday, think I just heard. Our guest bedroom will have to do. I’ll try to stay out of your way. You need all the space you can get.”<br><br>I nod....what can I say?&nbsp; Thing are happening about which I know nothing.&nbsp; But, I trust Chloe.&nbsp; If this woman Huguette is the right person for me, then I accept that and open my heart and mind to the things she will teach me. I just hope Im as worthy a student as she is a dedicated teacher.<br><br>We arrive at the restaurant.&nbsp; Completely "hidden" in plain view.&nbsp; It looks quaint, rustic and the aroma of food fills the narrow street.&nbsp; We all make our way in and are taken to a semi-private booth.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chloe selects the wine and Mr. Dawson orders a bottle<br><br>Chloe whispers in my ear, her head on my shoulder:<br><br>  “Relax baby. We’re safe for tonight.”<br><br>We squeeze our hands, a mutual signal that we are close.&nbsp; I feel much better.&nbsp; But Im a bit anxious.&nbsp; I know I'll need to control this lest I feed into Circe's, Becky's and Mr. Dawson's anxieties.&nbsp; &nbsp;I suppose this is wonderful practice for being someone Chloe and rely upon instead of needing her to take care of me.&nbsp; I need to work towards being a good member of the Sisterhood, even if I dont know what that entails.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>21-09-2018, 21:42:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Daddy orders several bottle of wine … good because the Barbera will have to breathe turn to Kimmie and make sure that Aunt Becky can hear too …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So no menus here. We’ll be offered a few choices when it’s time for each course and if you want something different, they’ll do that if they have the ingredients. This is a perfectly legal restaurant, health inspected and all that. They are as big as they want to be and serve as many as they want and they’re paid very well for the best Italian food west of Sardinia.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Mother’s phone buzzes … she glances at it and looks at me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Huguette will be here Tuesday on the Air France flight that lands about 6:30 in the evening. She says you are to do nothing! Do we wish the locals to know she’s here? I suggest not, distracting to them. They can learn she’s here next Saturday.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… nod in agreement … Mother turns to Daddy and Aunt Becky …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I will need to be back here next Friday for a weekend with Chloe and some of my friends. So I think I’ll fly back with you on Monday morning, Honey. Will you be okay, Becky? You could come down to the city for a while, get away from the big house.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; the three ‘adults’ go off into adult logistics and planning … bread and pesto and olive oil and are served … squeeze Kimmie’s hand under the table and lean close so only she can hear me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What Huguette meant was I’m not to start training you. I’m unqualified anyway, even were the initiate a child of the line. There are delicacies involved and adaptations for each person in the beginning so I’ll trust the best person available and she’s soon on her way. I’m thinking that since Mother is leaving, Huguette can use our guest bedroom and you two can have the place to yourselves most of the day and I can hide out in our room in the evenings if she wishes the one-on-one to continue.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the wine is delivered … a very nice vintage Cabernet Sauvignon and an excellent Barbera d’Alba … Daddy tastes the Barbera and defers the Cabernet to me … swirl and smell and taste and announce it fine … Daddy asks that the Barbera be decanted so it can breathe for at least a half hour … we each receive a half glass of the Cabernet … Daddy lifts his glass for a toast … we all lift ours … this should be rich …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Even in times of difficulty, wonderful things occur. We welcome Caoimhe into our company. Thank you Chloe for bringing this wonderful woman into our family.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; he pauses briefly but does not drink … continues …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “To Joel’s healing. And to Becky’s healing. May all be well.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… another pause …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “To the enterprise Circe and Chloe and Caoimhe are embarking upon. May the adventures bear the fruits of your labors and to your safe return therefrom.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pause again … then move the glass toward his lips for a taste … I sip mine … Mother sips last and recites …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Blessed Be!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I echo that … Becky does not and Kimmie does not yet know to do so … dinner proceeds … I enjoy the antipasti and avoid the bread … we have small salads … my entrée is a lovely veal Osso Bucco with small side of sauteed spinach … I’m careful to cut away the parts I want so the bone can go in the soup pot … I don’t finish it … share bits with Kimmie and Aunt Becky who is having a lovely pesce … Daddy and Mother share a Saltimbocca with linguini … the Barbera comes into play too and is the perfect complement … sit back and sip my wine … Daddy finally announces …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I save room for a small piece of cheesecake. Who’s with me?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I turn to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Shall we split one? A tiny one? My turn to wish the tip!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>21-09-2018, 23:52:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The wine is ordered and I await a menu.&nbsp; But this is not a 'menu restaurant'.&nbsp; As Chloe explains, there are a few choices offered with each course.&nbsp; The customer chooses what they would prefer.&nbsp; If a special plate is desired, it will be prepared if there are the correct ingredients available.&nbsp; &nbsp;I smile at Chloe as she explains.&nbsp; I've never been at a restaurant that uses this interesting approach.<br><br>Circe's phone goes off and she takes the call.&nbsp; Sliding her phone back into her pocketbook, she announces:<br><br>“Huguette will be here Tuesday on the Air France flight that lands about 6:30 in the evening. She says you are to do nothing! Do we wish the locals to know she’s here? I suggest not, distracting to them. They can learn she’s here next Saturday.”<br><br>Nods and looks are exchanged.&nbsp; I sit politely and wonder what it means that Chloe is to do "nothing"?&nbsp; It was a rather emphatic statement as well.&nbsp; Circe then says:<br><br>  “I will need to be back here next Friday for a weekend with Chloe and some of my friends. So I think I’ll fly back with you on Monday morning, Honey. Will you be okay, Becky? You could come down to the city for a while, get away from the big house.”<br><br>As the upcoming logistics are discussed, Chloe squeezes my hand and explains a couple thing for me:<br><br>  “What Huguette meant was I’m not to start training you. I’m unqualified anyway, even were the initiate a child of the line. There are delicacies involved and adaptations for each person in the beginning so I’ll trust the best person available and she’s soon on her way. I’m thinking that since Mother is leaving, Huguette can use our guest bedroom and you two can have the place to yourselves most of the day and I can hide out in our room in the evenings if she wishes the one-on-one to continue.”<br><br>I nod....'one on one' continuing into the evening?&nbsp; Gawd, there must be so much to learn.&nbsp; I hope Im up to the task.&nbsp; The last thing I want is to be a failure in Chloe's eyes and in front of the Sisters.&nbsp; &nbsp;I get a weak feeling in the pit of my stomach.&nbsp; This all seems so daunting.<br><br>The wine is served.&nbsp; Mr. Dawson tastes one of them and deems it very good.&nbsp; That is sent off to breathe.&nbsp; Chloe samples the other wine and it too passes the tasting.&nbsp; We are each served one glass of that Cabernet.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mr. Dawson raises his glass for a toast:<br><br>  “Even in times of difficulty, wonderful things occur. We welcome Caoimhe into our company. Thank you Chloe for bringing this wonderful woman into our family.”<br><br>I smile and cannot suppress the wonderful feeling his toast brings to me....."Thank you, Mr. Dawson"&nbsp; I say holding my glass....but there is more to his toast as well:<br><br>  “To Joel’s healing. And to Becky’s healing. May all be well.”<br><br>I find myself nodding in agreement....who ever would have imagined I'd drink a toast to Joel Crabtree??&nbsp; Still, I feel horrible for him.<br><br>  “To the enterprise Circe and Chloe and Caoimhe are embarking upon. May the adventures bear the fruits of your labors and to your safe return therefrom.”<br><br>As we sip our wine, Circe says:<br><br>  “Blessed Be!” which Chloe also intones as well.<br><br>I order the fish, the same as Aunt Becky, and its delicious!&nbsp; Chloe and I trade bites back and forth.&nbsp; The other wine is served and it just pairs so well with the food.&nbsp; I reflect how lucky I am to have Chloe back in my life again, how I seem to have been accepted into this family.&nbsp; And at the same time knowing my life is on the verge of a great change.&nbsp; A change I have yet to understand completely, nor to know what my role will be?<br><br>I swirl my wine in my glass, my tummy is full, and then Mr. Dawson says:<br><br>“I saved room for a small piece of cheesecake. Who’s with me?”<br><br>Chloe turns to me with an almost mischievous grin and asks: <br><br>  “Shall we split one? A tiny one? My turn to wish the tip!” #Giggle<br><br>I'm full, but I cant say "no" to the little blonde with the twinkling eye and cute grin.<br><br><em>"Sure.....I'll have a bite or two....."</em>&nbsp; I grin.&nbsp; Where I will put that is a mystery to me!!<br><br>I make a mental note on my 'calendar'....Huguette on Tuesday, Dr Jenson on Thursday.&nbsp; Circe back in town on the weekend....training begins, probably the moment her foot steps down on the ground.....I'd better be ready.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-09-2018, 22:03:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… order two espressos for us too … the cheesecake arrives with an understated raspberry swirl and three plump raspberries with a mint leaf garnish … all as elegant as one might find in any Michelin 3 star place … I take one tiny bite along with one of the raspberries and savor the delicate … savor that … a sip of the espresso …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So this wishing thing is all a part of the psychology of having a positive attitude. My undergrad Psych professor spent a whole class on what she called personal assertions. It goes at least all the way back to the Stoic philosophers who try to start each day with words to themselves about how they plan to live the day. I’ve been doing it ever since that lecture, usually just a tiny nudge about the day being wonderful and alive.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother is frowning … I’m sure she’s recalling that Huguette cautioned me against teaching Kimmie … my remark though is true on many levels and Kimmie will learn those as she goes deeper and deeper into the mysteries … and such things as this repeated often enough by enough people have toppled empires … and elected presidents … as effective if not more so when driven by intense passion and hate and anger are such an easy commodity in our world today …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… impale the remaining raspberry on my fork and then take the tip … I’ve been working on the wish for a long time and the words still remain to be finished but now is the beginning of what I must do … ‘Peace! Now!’ … because men have been destroying our world and it’s gotten out of hand so women must rise up and take over because there is no other saviour available … the Parkland kids and their movement <br>&nbsp;is on the same track … the alliance will be natural …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; so with all my strength, I wish ‘Peace! Now!’ as I eat the tip with the berry … my sisters will help me regione the incantation … the core must be affirmative peace among among people and nations … people and nations and the planet … and it must be now because we cannot wait any longer …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit quietly and take another sip of the espresso … Daddy pays the bill though any of us could have except maybe Kimmie but Daddy does that in our family … our car is waiting outside and we pile in for the drive back to Becky’s … inside, I take Daddy and Mother aside …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I think Kimmie and I will head to the Condo. Daddy, please give her the paper she needs to fill out to work for Chloe Rulez. It’ll be faxed as soon as it’s done or maybe handed to you in time for your flight Monday. Let’s meet somewhere for brunch tomorrow and call our time together sufficient, okay?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Daddy heads off to get the paperwork … Mother seems about to object to us taking time for just us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, Huguette will interrogate Kimmie better than anyone. If she finds flaws, we’ll deal with them. Okay? PLease? Kimmie and I need time and there’s precious little of that available. And yes, I deeply respect and fully accede to Huguette’s request. I will no longer accept adult supervision either, though your wise counsel and love will always be first in my heart.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; squeeze her hand … she wishes us well … turn back to Kimmie … Daddy is handing her a manila envelope … tells her there’s nothing unusual except the non-disclosure … Aunt Becky hands me a garage opener … tells me to return it if she sells the house but keep it because she’d like us to have the house as a safe place if we need it … for one who is not of us and chose not to accept the invitation Mother offered, Becky has always been a wise woman …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I drive us home … Saturday night traffic hasn’t yet eased … finally back in the condo, I flop on the couch …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Damn Kimmie! That was an adventure I’d rather have done without! I am so wide awake and that’s not the espresso either!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>23-09-2018, 17:15:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe begins explaining about wishing and having a positive attitude......Personal assertions....positive expressions to yourself that today is going to be a good day.<br><br>Our dessert arrives and it is presented in a way that makes eating it almost a sin.&nbsp; Its just beautiful to look at!&nbsp; I take one of the raspberries and delicately nibble it.&nbsp; The tartness of the raspberry paired with the sweetness of the cheesecake is delightful!&nbsp; The strong expresso serves as a fitting end to a delicious bite!<br><br>Chloe is deep in thought.&nbsp; She is silent but her mind is working. This much I know of her from just observing.&nbsp; I wonder if she really sleeps at night or does her mind do some sort of mental filing to sort the days ideas or projects?<br><br>We finish the dessert in a blissful, semi-silence.&nbsp; A few comments here and there but by in large, the five of us just savor the peace of the moment.....<br><br>I thank Mr. Dawson for the meal, as he picks up the check for all of us.&nbsp; He smiles and says it was 'my pleasure, Kimmie'.&nbsp; We leave the restaurant saying our good-byes to the waitstaff and hostess on the way out.&nbsp; Chloe goes over to her mother and father and has a word with them.&nbsp; I look down at myself.&nbsp; Dressed in the most casual way possible, hair pulled back in a nondescript ponytail.&nbsp; I've met the family looking as though I just got out of gym class.&nbsp; So much for first impressions!<br><br>Mr. Dawson disappears for a second then returns, handing me a manila envelope.&nbsp; Its for my employment at "Chloe Rulez"<br>and Im to fill it out and give it to Chloe who, in turn, will forward it to the proper people to get it on file.&nbsp; &nbsp;I nod and smile...<em>"Of course, no problem Mr. Dawson"</em><br><br>We say our good-byes. From what I hear between Chloe and her parents, we'll be seeing them again briefly, tomorrow.&nbsp; Im completely fine with that.&nbsp; &nbsp;I just hope the tension between Circe and Chloe will ebb a bit overnight.&nbsp; I sense the 'changing of the guard' between them. The daughter is about to go to a leadership role that the mother fears for her.&nbsp; Unfortunately for Circe, it seems that the die is cast.&nbsp; There is on going back.<br><br>Chloe navigates us back to the condo.&nbsp; Never has a place been more welcome than this one, right now!&nbsp; Chloe flops onto the couch as I lock the door behind us.&nbsp; I smoosh myself onto the couch with her, putting her feet onto my lap.&nbsp; I take the ponytail out and give my head a shake and run both hands through my hair......ahhhhh the feels good!<br><br>  “Damn Kimmie! That was an adventure I’d rather have done without! I am so wide away and that’s not the espresso either!”<br><br>I rub her calf......I nod and say:<br><br><em>"I could not have predicted a day like that ever......"</em>&nbsp; I reflect on all that has happened in just the last 12 hours.&nbsp; Joel, the hospital, Aunt Becky's, the questions, my future, the danger, Chloe-always my Chloe, the restaurant.....and finally back home.<br><br>I look at her, perhaps a sad countenance?&nbsp; Perhaps concerned?&nbsp; Perhaps both.....I just dont know what's going to happen next?&nbsp; I take Chloe's legs off my lap and stretch out next to her, embracing her on the couch.&nbsp; &nbsp;I feel better now.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>23-09-2018, 22:01:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we lay next to each other on the couch … I realize how tight I was wound … let Kimmie’s embrace calm me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you Kimmie! We’ll make it, I know we will. Gonna be hard but we’ll make it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… only because of Kimmie do I manage sleep … my foresight intrudes uselessly … amy I ridden? … no, all the signs say not … so this is something new … the lessons from long ago finally allow sleep to overtake … I know that soon enough, I won’t need to or even be able to sleep … but now it’s still necessary …</em></span></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Sunday morning, Kimmie fills out the papers for working for me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Read that non-disclosure carefully, Kimmie. It’s written to prevent you from disclosing any science. Nothing more. You’re free to write the Unauthorized Biography of Chloe Dawson if you want and you can except you can’t publish any biochemistry.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… while she writes and signs, I putter around to see if all is ready for Huguette to stay … we visit Aunt Becky for a catered brunch with a student chef from Cambridge School of Culinary Arts in her kitchen … the young lady does very well … after we eat, I take Kimmie and mother to the roof … we discuss the plans for Salem … beginning Friday with a traditional bonfire … Saturday morning I will be interviewed by the elders … the outcome though not the interview is clear in my foresight … Mother advises total honesty and I remind her that perhaps the elders need to practice the same course … Mother demures … she knows the issue … Saturday afternoon the Sisters will gather for the pronouncement by the elders … then I will have the floor, though not to protest their decision but to tell the gathering of the path … Mother cautions again …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, my words are as good as in stone. Oh, I’ll anguish over them all week too, but I see the effect they have so know that I speak rightly.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I know Mother wants to ask the obvious … what have I forseen … proud of her when she doesn’t … Sunday I will spend time with the elders and perhaps select other Sisters …</em></span></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Monday is normal … if by normal one means the usual total chaos of taking care of my menagerie and taking their vitals … a few calls come in too from Sisters I know … I tell them nothing … the cell and wire phone lines are no longer safe … I remind Kimmie of that point&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, our enemies are listening in on our conversations. I’ve seen that. Phones now, soon the lab. The condo won’t be for a while but expect that so let’s be very discreet. We’ll warn Huguette. You’ll need to learn touch talking sooner than usual and we’ll need to practice because everyone is a bit unique.”</span></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Tuesday evening, we make the lat afternoon drive to Logan … park in the cell phone lot for Huguette to call where she’ll be waiting at the arrivals curb … take Kimmie’s hand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “How are you doing? I’m sorry this whole thing is falling on us when we ought to be getting to know each other and doing simple things like learning to cook together. I hope you understand that fate is what it is and this is not what I would prefer, but we live in terrible times and it’s falling on me to lead. I never wanted to lead, never. I’m scared to the bone when I lead but somehow I’ve always muddled through. Having Huguette here will help. I hope she’ll be able to make time to train me in certain things, but yours is more important right now.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>23-09-2018, 22:07:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Sunday morning and I untangle myself from Chloe as we wake up.&nbsp; I slept well enough.&nbsp; Perhaps all this nervous energy drained me more than I had imagined.&nbsp; <br><br>I fill out my papers for "Chloe Rulez"&nbsp; and am reminded again to read the non-disclosure clause carefully.&nbsp; &nbsp;It seems to center on the research that Chloe has going right now.&nbsp; Little else of importance, but that is a key point and its stated several different ways.&nbsp; It boils down to:&nbsp; I am not allowed to disclose the biochemistry work that is being performed.&nbsp; &nbsp;I smirk a bit as I sign my legal name:&nbsp; <em>Caoimhe Elise Clarkson</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;That signature alone says Im aware of the 'biochemistry' being performed.<br><br>Later in the morning, we are back at Beacon Hill for a catered brunch.&nbsp; This time, I take the care to brush my hair, put on a black plaid skirt and a white top, wedges, and a touch of mascara and lip gloss.&nbsp; I refuse to appear before the Dawson clan again, like a slob.&nbsp; I think Chloe is smirking at me.....but Im going for some credit with 'second impressions'.<br><br>Circe, Chloe and I go to the rooftop after brunch.&nbsp; The upcoming meeting is laid out.&nbsp; Next Saturday Chloe will be interviewed by the elders of the Sisterhoold in Salem.&nbsp; That will all be proceeded by a traditional bonfire.&nbsp; Saturday afternoon, the "verdict" on Chloe will be handed down.&nbsp; Then Chloe will address the gathering.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sunday will be time for Chloe to be with the elders and others.&nbsp; I wonder where I'll be sequestered to?&nbsp; I know a few days with Huguette will not buy me a pass into the inner circle.<br><br>The work week commences.&nbsp; Monday is lab day.&nbsp; Chloe and I work with the animals.&nbsp; Me, mostly recording times and data for the various tests and samples being taken.&nbsp; I dont know how Chloe did all of this herself!!<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;I am warned that our 'enemies' are probably trying to listen in on us.&nbsp; Cell phones can no longer be considered secure.&nbsp; I nod.&nbsp; Better to be fore warned than to make a horrible gaffe.....<br><br>“Kimmie, our enemies are listening in on our conversations. I’ve seen that. Phones now, soon the lab. The condo won’t be for a while but expect that so let’s be very discreet. We’ll warn Huguette. You’ll need to learn touch talking sooner than usual and we’ll need to practice because everyone is a bit unique.”<br><br>That will add a bit to the 'degree of difficulty' I think?&nbsp; Complete foreign concepts being taught in a new language.&nbsp; &nbsp;I can do this,&nbsp; I can do this....no one said it would be easy.....<br><br>Tuesday, late afternoon, is our rendezvous with Huguette.&nbsp; &nbsp;As we wait, and as I view everyone as someone trying to listen in on us, Chloe takes my hand and says in a calm and reassuring voice:<br><br>  “How are you doing? I’m sorry this whole thing is falling on us when we ought to be getting to know each other and doing simple things like learning to cook together. I hope you understand that fate is what it is and this is not what I would prefer, but we live in terrible times and it’s falling on me to lead. I never wanted to lead, never. I’m scared to the bone when I lead but somehow I’ve always muddled through. Having Huguette here will help. I hope she’ll be able to make time to train me in certain things, but yours is more important right now.”<br><br>I lean over and kiss her.&nbsp; Push a lock of hair out of her eyes.....<br><br><em>"Im doing good.&nbsp; Im edgy, but not scared.&nbsp; I trust you, Im with you and that would be the only thing I couldnt handle.&nbsp; Not knowing where you are.&nbsp; Now that we work together, Im with you constantly and that's just how I want it.&nbsp; All the fun stuff, will happen for us.&nbsp; Its just that our 'schedule of events' has been overruled by this new destiny.&nbsp; Im ok with it.&nbsp; Im a little afraid of Huguette, but only in terms of being such an inferior student, she'll want me kept away from you.&nbsp; If I dont get accepted, initiated, brought in, or whatever the proper term is, to the Sisterhood.&nbsp; I'll take that as a sign that I couldnt help you, or them.&nbsp; I'll live with it.&nbsp; If Im not mistaken, Aunt Becky is on a similar path, perhaps by choice though?"</em><br><br>I smile at her....put on my bravest and happiest little face.....<br><br><em>"We're good Chloe.....we've always been good"</em>.....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>24-09-2018, 04:19:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Monday we work with the animals …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie! Thank you! Oh my goddess this is so nice having you here to help with this!”</span></span><br><br><hr><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… waiting for Huguette, we’re all good …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Becky? Becky doesn’t know. She’s not one of us except she married Mother’s brother. who’s about the biggest dufus the goddess ever allowed on the face of the planet !</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shake my head … what about a woman’s life that she would refuse this knowledge? … will Kimmie? … can we offer Becky again? … foresight says no and yes … my phone buzzes … flight 334 has landed …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie Kimmie Kimmie. You are accepted. By me. I’m golden! You’re in. The only part is how much you understand. The more, the better! Huguette needs to learn I’m golden too. Watch tonight and learn!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; phone buzzes … she’s at baggage claim …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Fundamental Kimmie. you have much to learn yet you have nothing to lose. We need you to learn because what we will face will be much easier for us if you have certain skills.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… phone buzzes again …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Air France #17. Huguette has her bags.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we leave the cell phone lot …&nbsp; drive smoothly through the traffic … #17 … pull in and there’s dear Huguette …stop and pop the back …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, please sit in back with Huguette!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; get out and hug my dearest elder … my sister … and throw her bags in the back of the Audi …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Back seat dear. With Kimmie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; make sure she’s inside …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Buckled? Here we go!”</span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 12:47:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We sit at the airport and Chloe fills me in on a few things, clarifying points and expectations:<br><br>“Becky? Becky doesn’t know. She’s not one of us except she married Mother’s brother. who’s about the biggest dufus the goddess ever allowed on the face of the planet !"<br><br><em>"Well, I was never a fan of Joel Crabtree, even as a man.&nbsp; At least then he was moderately tolerable.&nbsp; As Kimmie, he behavior towards me was deplorable......still....what happened....I never would have wished upon him...."</em><br><br>We are notified the Huguette's plane has landed.&nbsp; My teacher is coming.<br><br>  “Kimmie Kimmie Kimmie. You are accepted. By me. I’m golden! You’re in. The only part is how much you understand. The more, the better! Huguette needs to learn I’m golden too. Watch tonight and learn!”<br><br>I smile and hold her hand.&nbsp; Golden, leader, friend, woman.....she is all I want, and as I get closer to her every moment, Chloe is all I need....<br><br>Chloe checks her buzzing phone again and looks back at me:<br><br>  “Fundamental Kimmie. you have much to learn yet you have nothing to lose. We need you to learn because what we will face will be much easier for us if you have certain skills.”<br><br>I nod....<em>"You know I will do my very best....."</em>&nbsp; and now I place my other hand on top of our two hands that are holding each other.<br><br>… phone buzzes again …<br><br>  “Air France #17. Huguette has her bags.”<br><br>We drive over to the arrival gate for Air France.&nbsp; A stylishly dressed woman is standing there.&nbsp; A wave to Chloe and we glide over.&nbsp; Chloe pops out and opens the trunk.&nbsp; &nbsp;Huguette and I are both requested to sit in the back seat together.<br><br> “Buckled? Here we go!”<br><br>I look over to Huguette and smile and reach out to shake her hand.&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>"Hi, Im Caoimhe....but please, everyone calls me Kimmie.&nbsp; Its a pleasure to meet you, Huguette"<br></em><br>She smiles at me.....damn, she's pretty....a sort of continental European look, hair slightly tussled, and looking remarkably refreshed for someone who just spent 6 hours on a transatlantic flight!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 20:16:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I focus on driving through the nasty traffic that is the Logan experience … once we clear the tunnel, I ask Huguette after her great-grandmother … we learn that she still has her wits about her and regales everyone with tales of la résistance … and tells Kimmie that yes, her great grandmother was a spy for la résistance and passed messages to the allies and was never caught … I ask if she needs dinner and she says she could use a little bit but only if we haven’t had dinner … so I turn for Rachel’s place …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we manage a booth toward the back and we keep the conversation light … family and all … touch briefly on Uncle Joel … tell her of Mother … speak vaguely about the plan for Salem … she must be careful because she will sit among those who decide … … we each drink a glass of wine … what is fast approaching requires all our wits … at the Condo, we show Huguette the guest room … she says she’ll be about 15 minutes and then she would like to interview me … she closes the door …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You may observe this interview, Kimmie. You won’t hear much because we’ll be speaking mind to mind. I suggest you sit as quietly as you can and think of as little as you can and perhaps the conversation will enter your awareness. I suggest you change into more comfortable clothes.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… in our room, I take out my white hooded woolen robe … I don’t hide from Kimmie as I strip and drop the robe over my head … out in the living room, I put a single candle on the coffee table … paper and a marking pen … a container of salt … bring yoga mats out of the closet and distribute those around the table … then I sit on one of the mats …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You may sit on a mat if you wish but I think you may find the couch more comfortable.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when Huguette enters, she is dressed as I am … she is surprised to see Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I have no secrets from Kimmie, Huguette. She may stay unless it will be dangerous but then we should take other precautions too and this place is not prepared for those.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she agrees that this is not dangerous … the risk she and I know is that she or will forcefully engage and we both agreed to not do so and to be totally honest so force is not needed … she sits and I stand to light the candle and then turn off the lights …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, the candle just makes this easier. Nothing special otherwise.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I move my mat to right across from Huguette where she left space … our knees almost touch … raise my head and our eyes meet … simultaneously, we both raise the cowls on our robes and cover our faces … I extend my hands and she hers and we touch … she is my superior so she may control the conversation … she begins with a touch invitation … I lower my barrier and show her my mind … she asks what happened to me … I show her the rape drug and the part of my mind where it wrought it’s havoc … she shows me a place in her mind that is the same yet untouched by the drug … she asks me to show her the effect … carefully because she is the first and I don’t know if even she is ready, I open the door to the history …. show her back and back to where her and my lines diverged … and then show her back to where the oral history we’ve all learned begins to get fuzzy … and with a simple act of will, I strip away the curtain from our past and feel her gasp … she speaks in my mind …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  ‘Chloe! Thank you! Oh thank you! Blessed by the one who gathered and congealed and balances. Thank you!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I turn us back from that … we do not have time to explore further … and now she knows part of what I’ve been given … back in the present, I very gently take her forward … show her where I will not look, where she and Kimmie do what they do …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  ‘Very wise, Chloe. Yes, I see the possibilities.’</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and then I take her to Salem … show her the obstacle … and then bring us back to the present … she releases my hands … I push back the cowl … she moments later … I rise and fetch three glasses of water from the kitchen … set one for her and one for Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Now you know, Huguette. Thank you for being here. I could not share with Mother other than to show her a tiny hint of the raw power I now can summon.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we sip our water and when she sets hers down, I do so too … we have another thing to do … again the cowl and the touch … this time I show her a model of Kimmie’s metabolism before the change … Huguette doesn’t have my background in biochemistry yet I don’t have her depth in psychology … we work through that together … I show her genes and proteins … shwe shows emotions and thoughts and patterns and behaviors… and we soon have for her consideration a model of what the product of my hands did to Kevin to make Kimmie … she knows why I won’t go further … she can see my love for Kimmie the wards I hold in place to keep per safe from me … we end this too … push back our cowls … the bell in a nearby church rings 12 times …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you for coming here, Huguette. If you choose to leave, I’ll understand.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; her smile tells me she’s in this with us for the long run … the risks for her a only slightly less than for me and Kimmie … but the benefits are vast too … I stand and turn on lights in both bedrooms … plow out the candle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You two have fun tomorrow! Now I’m going to bed!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; hold my hand out to Kimmie and we go hand in hand into our bedroom and close the door behind us …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>25-09-2018, 23:36:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We drive as quickly as traffic will allow to escape the airport.&nbsp; Chloe, sitting in the front seat catches up on people and places she and Huguette have in common.&nbsp; The banter is that of two close friends, one of which has a delightful French accent!<br><br>I find that Huguette's great grandmother was a spy for the French Resistance in World War II.&nbsp; &nbsp;A true heroine for freedom.&nbsp; I must admit I sat a bit mesmerized when she told the tale.&nbsp; Im also trying to figure out how old Huguette is?&nbsp; She has the face and features of a woman not much older than myself.&nbsp; Yet she speaks of experiences that only come with the passage of time.<br><br>We decide to get something to eat and swing by Rachel's bar for a quick little supper.&nbsp; Instead of sitting at the bar per usual, the three of us get a booth in the back where we can chat a bit.&nbsp; &nbsp;It's a light conversation.&nbsp; Circe, Mr. Dawson, and even Joel Crabtree's situation punctuate the meal.&nbsp; &nbsp;We dont linger long at the restaurant.&nbsp; Instead we get Huguette back to the condo where she can relax.&nbsp; Or, so I thought.&nbsp; &nbsp;Huguette instead says that she'd like to interview Chloe tonight.&nbsp; I make note of that:&nbsp; Huguette has reserves of energy and probably the gift of staying focused on her task at hand.<br><br>“You may observe this interview, Kimmie. You won’t hear much because we’ll be speaking mind to mind. I suggest you sit as quietly as you can and think of as little as you can and perhaps the conversation will enter your awareness. I suggest you change into more comfortable clothes.”<br><br>Chloe and I got to our room to change.&nbsp; &nbsp;I slip into a pair of yoga pants and a loose tank top, Chloe dons a white hooded woolen robe!&nbsp; &nbsp;And that is all she wears.&nbsp; &nbsp;Back in the living room a single candle is lit on the coffee table.&nbsp; Chloe also puts down pens, paper and a container of salt as well.&nbsp; <br><br>She grabs three yoga mats and puts them around the table.<br><br>“You may sit on a mat if you wish but I think you may find the couch more comfortable.”<br><br>Huguette enters the living room a couple of minutes later dressed identically as Chloe.&nbsp; I can see that this is going to be a personal moment, but I remain on my yoga mat.&nbsp; Not so much to try to see or observe but to share in the experience of 'this is what we do when we gather'.&nbsp; Chloe explains my presence:<br><br>  “I have no secrets from Kimmie, Huguette. She may stay unless it will be dangerous but then we should take other precautions too and this place is not prepared for those.”<br><br>This is agreeable to Huguette as she settles onto her mat as well.&nbsp; <br><br>  “Kimmie, the candle just makes this easier. Nothing special otherwise.”<br><br>Chloe moves her mat so that she is knee to knee with Huguette.&nbsp; They pull the cowls over their faces, their hands touch.<br><br>I close my eyes and attempt to clear my thoughts.&nbsp; I focus on the image of the flickering candle in my mind.&nbsp; &nbsp;I dont chant, I think of nothing else, I practice some breathing techniques for relaxation.<br><br>I hear nothing.&nbsp; &nbsp;In fact, nothing at all.&nbsp; &nbsp;No noise from the streets, no jets passing overhead, not a single noise at all.<br><br>I know where I am and what Im doing.&nbsp; But, at the same time, I am not quite here.&nbsp; This has never happened before.&nbsp; But I am calm.&nbsp; If I open my eyes, I know all of those distractions will flood back in.&nbsp; &nbsp;I wonder if this peace is because of Huguette's presence?<br><br>I hear Chloe speak, and I open my eyes.<br><br>  “Now you know, Huguette. Thank you for being here. I could not share with Mother other than to show her a tiny hint of the raw power I now can summon.”<br><br>I take my water from Chloe.&nbsp; I have no idea what time it is or how long this took.&nbsp; All I do know is that I took one baby step into a different place.&nbsp; I was not afraid.&nbsp; But I dont know if I reached a self-induced space of peace.&nbsp; Or, was I allowed to stand outside 'the door' and try to listen in?<br><br>Chloe and Huguette touch hands and cover up their faces once more.&nbsp; I try to go back to that place I was, but I am either too tired or not strong enough to make that little journey.&nbsp; This time I remain in the presence with all the cacophony of Boston just outside the condo.&nbsp; A distant church bell begins tolling the hour.&nbsp; Chloe looks at Huguette and says softly:<br><br>  “Thank you for coming here, Huguette. If you choose to leave, I’ll understand.”<br><br>Huguette smiles.&nbsp; A warm declination to leave.&nbsp; &nbsp;The candle goes out, lights come on.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chloe reaches out her hand and I take it in mine<br><br>  “You two have fun tomorrow! Now I’m going to bed!”<br><br><em>"Good night, Huguette,"</em>&nbsp; I say with a smile....<em>"It was nice to meet you and I look forward to the start of my education from you tomorrow.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sweet dreams"</em><br><br>When we close the door, Chloe removes her woolen robe.&nbsp; &nbsp;I scoot beneath the sheets.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she slides in next to me, I wrap her in a wondrously peaceful embrace.&nbsp; I feel no tension right now......just a need to hold her and be held by her.<br><br>I love Chloe....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>26-09-2018, 02:46:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… holding Kimmie I fade into a damnable multitrack … my foresight spools inexorably and will not be ignored … my intimacy with Huguette a lovely memory … someone finally knows what I am experiencing … and may choose to join in this new and aweful possession … the goddess has made here something visciously cruel and totally loving all at the same time … and Kimmie dear Kimmie … she seemed to have been with us as I share with Huguette … maybe cannot express …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and I learn a new thing … to separate the parts of my brain and choose which receives my primary awareness … choose … this is key … very! … it’s survival … this meat brain is an agglomeration of brains and each clamors for attention … and that knowledge alerts me to another danger … the ancestors I find within have power! … and want a body to express that through … ‘choose, Chloe!’ … and worse ‘choose me Chloe’ … and dear Kimmie saves me … this former boy saves me with her embrace and sincerity and trust and … and her love … … search inside me and find my love for her and feed that and that pushes back the clamors of my ancestresses …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and so that’s how the night passes … pats of this mind brain rest and dream … others pulse and show future and past … others hold dear Kimmie close and pet her as she sleeps and here I put my consciousness and all is well … moments before the alarm, I release her and roll to turn it off … let her sleep … she needs all she has for what Huguette wi;; ask of her after the sun rises … I slide from our bed and bathe and dress … take the paper and marker from the night before and write … ‘I expect to be back around 4 pm. Tell me please if you prefer later’ … sign that with a stylized ‘C’ that seems more hieroglyphic and that flashes me back and back … did she? … really? … Cleopatra is a relative? … the knowledge threatens to cripple me … the Languedoc goes that way? … oh no! … different! … the Moors … sit at the breakfast table and force myself to eat the yogurt with flax that somehow found it’s way to my hands and review the branchings and convergings … and all that converges Friday night at Salem … all that they will not know until some dare to go where I can show them … shudder … make my way to the elevator and down to my car … sit a long moment to gather together enough to drive …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the lab routine is a welcome relief … my rapport with both rats and monkeys seems improved … able to give each creature more of what they each need … the 10 am seminar is interesting … insights from history come easily and several pieces of silliness are easily refuted … and gently! … I’m thanked by several I haven’t spoke with before as I depart for lunch … I decide on the undergraduate cafeteria at the union … a mob of anonymous hormones and pheromones that jumble the gene pool going forward … I seem to pass through that immune to all of that … and realize I can also choose what trailers to emit … I can control my own pheromones! … what a horrible power! … yet one that leads inevitably to the end of the war machines that create the false nobility in our male partners … our partners over whom I’ve been handed keys to touch and modify and even destroy as I did with Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; back at my lab, I review the results from the Monday blood work … realize several things to do differently and also that are not relevant to my PhD but are to what I do after that … at about 3 pm, I take up my phone and send a text …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  ### Leaving soon<br>  ### Okay?<br>  ### Can I bring anything?</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… return to looking at the blood tests and using my new vision to explore what I learned last night from Huguette …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>27-09-2018, 12:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font">I hear Chloe get up, but I go back to sleep for a little while.&nbsp; My sleep, as it were, is really a series of short naps.&nbsp; Im up and showering and dressing by 7:30.&nbsp; &nbsp; I make some coffee, enough for Huguette if she wants and I have a small dish of plain yogurt with a bit of honey mixed in.&nbsp; &nbsp;I assess my mental state and find Im a bit anxious.<br><br>Around 9 AM, Huguette comes out of the guest room, looking refreshed and rested.&nbsp; Not a trace of a long trans-Atlantic flight to mar her pretty face.<br><br>She seems to be assessing me, physically.&nbsp; I have no doubt that she and Chloe have shared my history.&nbsp; I know, that Huguette knows, exactly who I was.&nbsp; Still, this doesnt impose itself on our 'breakfast chat' and getting to know each other a little bit better.&nbsp; &nbsp;When she asks if Im ready to start immersing myself in the knowledge of the ages, I smile and emphatically tell her yes!<br><br>"Very good.....please join me in my room in two minutes"&nbsp; and with that she smiles and leaves the kitchen.&nbsp; I tidy up as best as I can in 120 seconds.&nbsp; One does not want to be late when the 'commute' is only 10 seconds!<br><br>When I enter the room, it resembles the living room from last night.&nbsp; A small table with a single unlit candle, two mats for kneeling, and Huguette is wearing the white woolen robe she wore last night.&nbsp; She invites me to kneel and I do so immediately.&nbsp; &nbsp;She looks at me and begins:<br><br>"Our lessons will begin with learning how to communicate.&nbsp; You observed Chloe and I last night.&nbsp; Not a single work was spoken, yet we communicated volumes.&nbsp; Our minds linked, for lack of a better term.&nbsp; In our way, each mind opens to the other person, and thoughts, ideas and impressions are communicated.&nbsp; Not all you mind is open, however.&nbsp; There are parts that you can hold to yourself and not share.&nbsp; And while this will be kept to you alone, your partner will see the areas where she cannot go"<br><br>"So if you and I are linked, I might see an impasse, somewhere where I cannot go, I will know you have held something, anything from me.&nbsp; It could be an intimate scene, a recipe, a memory of a pet...or something you do not want to share with me....it all falls into that impenetrable area"<br><br>I nod in understanding as Huguette continues:<br><br>"I saw you on the fringe of Chloe and my conversation last night.&nbsp; You were there briefly and weakly.&nbsp; But it was&nbsp; a most encouraging start.&nbsp; &nbsp;I know who you are Kimmie, I've seen Kevin and I see Kimmie too.&nbsp; You already know this, but Kevin is gone.&nbsp; Kimmie is who you are.&nbsp; And that, along with your ability to try to reach out to us was most encouraging.&nbsp; I didnt know if you would have any skill in this area at all.&nbsp; Happily you do....."<br><br>Huguette explains that my concentration point was wrong.&nbsp; While the candle was a good thing to try to attend to, I am clearly a 'water' person.&nbsp; Each element: Wind, Earth, Fire, and Water has a hold on person, or more correctly constitutes the basic dominant element.&nbsp; All elements are compatible, its just that each of us has a key element.&nbsp; She suggests that for me to reach the level to be able to communicate, instead of concentrating on the flame, I should concentrate on water....vast, open, expanses of deep water.....She places a small dish on the table and fills it with water.<br><br>I stare at it....and stare at it......for how long I dont know....nothing is happening......then it dawns on me....the nothing has returned....I hear no extranious sounds....nothing at all....there is a peace descended over me........When I hear Huguette say:<br><br>"Welcome little one"&nbsp; I jump.&nbsp; &nbsp;I almost lose the 'nothing'....I focus on a vast, calm ocean at sunset, and she returns.<br><br>"Im glad you arrived.&nbsp; It took a little longer than expected....but we each walk at our own pace.&nbsp; &nbsp;Please relax....I can see into parts of your mind....we are communicating.&nbsp; &nbsp;I will know place a thought in your mind.....tell me what you see"<br><br><em>"A cardinal....a brilliant red cardinal...."</em><br><br>"Yes Kimmie.....and now we will begin our lessons....."<br><br>I am told the story of creation....of the Goddess....the turtle on whose back we ride.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am told it 7 times.&nbsp; Each recounting adds a bit of depth to certain parts of the story.&nbsp; &nbsp;In the end, I have a full picture of who the Sisterhood is, and where they came from.&nbsp; I not only feel enlightened, but exhilirated as well.....<br>"We are done for today, child....now you will end our conversation....think of your water image....then put it down.&nbsp; &nbsp;You will be where we started?"<br><br>In a moment, I am back in the guest room.&nbsp; I am sitting, not kneeling....I have no idea of the time.<br><br>"We will never go this long without a rest, Kimmie.&nbsp; I needed to not only establish a link to you, but to strengthen it.&nbsp; This has been done.&nbsp; For now, I am the only one you can share thoughts with.&nbsp; In time we will show you how to add others to this circle.&nbsp; For now, please drink some water, refresh and relax.&nbsp; Chloe has contacted us, and I will tell her to come home....all is well.....you must rest a bit....you have done a lot today.....and you have done very, very well.&nbsp; &nbsp;As you rest, reflect on what knowledge has been passed to you.&nbsp; It is the key for all that we do and all that is to come."<br><br>Stiffly, I get up and go sit on the couch.....I drink some water slowly....I ponder what has happened and what I have learned.....I cant believe the entire day passed by in what seems like a half hour......<br></span><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-09-2018, 21:33:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the message comes back a bit later … phrased in a way that leads me to believe Huguette is using Kimmie’s phone … the drive home is hectic as usual … get the mail form the box in the lobby … unlock the door and take a quick look around Kimmie is on the couch with some water … looking at her feels different … so day one has brought some changes … smile at her and go into our bedroom … change out of the polo and slacks I wore to work … T-shirt and jeans and walking boots … head back out … Huguette is there now too … neither are talking … I won’t push …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What should we do for dinner tonight Huguette? Whole Foods for their food bar? I could go for a large salad. Lots of choices there. A little less than a mile walk, about 1,5 kilomètre, Huguette. Or I can bring something back if you know what you want. We can come back here to eat. Warm enough to sit on the balcony if we want.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… tip my head toward the sliding door to the balcony … we agree to walk and make up our meals and bring them back here … I show Huguette what we have for wine … she nods, says several will work once she has made her choices … the both leave to put on walking shoes and I look at the mail … nothing out of the ordinary … two bills that go in my purse for attention tomorrow between seminars … remind myself that Kimmie has her appointment tomorrow with Tangie at 11 chat about that as we walk …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So Kimmie, if Dr. Jensen wants blood work and I suspect she does, I suggest you fast tomorrow morning so you can have blood taken before lunch. Then we can go to lunch and I can be back to school in time for a 3 o’clock and your blood work will be processed and back to Dr. Jensen overnight instead of having to wait until Monday.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeezie Huguette’s arm to tell her Tangie’s level within our Sisterhood … she announces she’ll come along and would like to meet the doctor … maybe take the doctor to dinner …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I expect her at Salem Friday night. I take it Kimmie will be welcome at the gathering? Maybe you can take her shopping for suitable clothing tomorrow morning and we can meet at the doctor’s?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Huguette agrees … we reach whole foods and separate to forage … I give the salad bar a good look and start a large bowl with Romaine and Bibb and spinach and a bit of Arugula … bell peppers … shredded carrots … Artichokes … note that they have Jerusalem Artichoke slices … an idea … finish my salad with a few spoons of Roquefort cheese … I’ll add olive oil at home … look around and see Kimmie close by …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’ll br right back. I’m going to go look in the fresh veggies.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ah yes … they have Jerusalem Artichokes … grab two Avocados … a nice tomato … and one Meyer lemon … head back to find them, ready for checkout … go through that exercise and head for the condo&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Dessert tonight is Chloe’s Guacamole.”</span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>27-09-2018, 23:08:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I greet Chloe with a smile and kiss.....After me, she turns her attention to our guest, and suggestions for dinner:<br><br>“What should we do for dinner tonight Huguette? Whole Foods for their food bar? I could go for a large salad. Lots of choices there. A little less than a mile walk, about 1,5 kilomètre, Huguette. Or I can bring something back if you know what you want. We can come back here to eat. Warm enough to sit on the balcony if we want.”<br>Huguette scans our wine 'cellar' and deems several wines apt for tonight's meal.&nbsp; <br><br>The three of us make our way to the street and off to the store.&nbsp; Along the way, I feel as though both Chloe and Huguette are avoiding the question in their minds:&nbsp; "So how did she do today?"&nbsp; &nbsp;Then again, for all I know they've already communicated that to each other??&nbsp; Chloe says to me to remember my doctor's appointment tomorrow.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Yup, all set...."</em>&nbsp; I say cheerfully <br><br>  “So Kimmie, if Dr. Jensen wants blood work and I suspect she does, I suggest you fast tomorrow morning so you can have blood taken before lunch. Then we can go to lunch and I can be back to school in time for a 3 o’clock and your blood work will be processed and back to Dr. Jensen overnight instead of having to wait until Monday.”<br><br><em>"Oh yeah....right....now that I didnt think of.....thanks"</em><br><br>Chloe turns to tell Huguette that Dr. Jensen is in the Sisterhood as well.&nbsp; I am mildly surprised, but hardly shocked.&nbsp; Im beginning to see how vast a net this group casts world wide.<br><br>I am more surprised that Huguette decides to accompany us.&nbsp; &nbsp;I didnt thing she'd want to spend an a few hours of her time in a doctor's office?&nbsp; But perhaps Dr. Jensen is of significant rank that protocol would dictate a visit??&nbsp; I dont know?&nbsp; Im not well versed enough in the Sisterhood to know.<br><br>In addition to possibly dining with the Doctor tomorrow, she will also be at Salem on Friday.<br><br>"...…. I take it Kimmie will be welcome at the gathering? Maybe you can take her shopping for suitable clothing tomorrow morning and we can meet at the doctor’s?”<br><br>Im thrilled to be included.&nbsp; I must have reached a minimal satisfactory status to be allowed to attend.&nbsp; Then again, I hope I know what Im getting into.....<br><br>At the market, I settle for a very plain salad, but a favorite.&nbsp; No lettuce, just a mix of vegetables selected on a whim.&nbsp; Carrots, peas, hard boiled egg, peppers, bacon bits....and a variety of others just taken in passing.<br><br>Chloe wanders over to the fresh vegetables as I fight with a plastic cover that does not want to go onto my dish.&nbsp; I win....finally.<br><br>We pay for our meals and walk home.&nbsp; Its a mild night and perfect for eating on the balcony.&nbsp; Im very much looking forward to this.&nbsp; I'd love to hear more about Huguette.....of course anything about the Sisterhood.....or just a relaxing meal with no agenda beyond friendship.&nbsp; Chloe explains her visit to the fresh vegetable section:<br><br>“Dessert tonight is Chloe’s Guacamole.”<br><br>I smile at Huguette.....<em>"Its really good!!"</em><br><br>Huguette smiles and adds:&nbsp; "Cant wait!"<br><br>Soon the three of us are setting up the balcony for dinner, Huguette is pouring wine....Chloe is finishing up her guacamole....And I realize, that Im starving!<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-09-2018, 19:00:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Huguette selects a wine and opens it … tastes and accepts it … know she’d love to establish my cellar and I do plan to take her to the local magasin de vin at some point if we have the time … not this week though …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the guac turns out okay … lovely chunks of Avocado and the heirloom tomato seasoned simply with the Meyer Lemon juice, pressed and chopped some more purple garlic, and a pinch of sea salt … use a mandolin to shave off thin slices of the Jerusalem artichoke … thin slice the and present the finished product to the two at the table … peel and thin slice the kohlrabi … carry the bowl and plate to the table … slide open the door to the balcony … evening breeze feels nice … take my seat at the table …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “If anyone wants crackers instead of veggies with their guac, there’s an assortment of open stale and unopened boxes, all past their ‘best before’ date, in the cupboard to the left of the refrigerator.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… put olive oil on my salad and dig in … focus on the flavor and 60 chews … an occasional dip into the guac … settle my mind … things to discuss after dinner … sip of the wine … is good … one glass for me will be enough … Huguette will probably drink more … finish eating what I wish … surprised I ate most of it …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… wait for Huguette to finish … she notices my attention … decide to speak for Kimmie’s benefit…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “When we were together in time last night, you recall I trust the passing images of my previous lives and of yours too once we found where our lines diverged and went back from their. Do you believe there is any merit in me examining those in more detail? Would that be wise?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she considers the question … glances at Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “No I don’t, Chloe. Prior lives are strong personalities inside us and to spend time among them strengthens them further. I trust you noticed that some of those were quite malevolent, often due to the tendencies in our mothers’ spouses. Leave them alone and consider your future, the risk is you’ll be dragged into the past and what you have before you is too important to risk.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… nod …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you. I reached the same conclusion earlier today yet needed a second opinion.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… consider carefully the second topic …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So I took a look ahead to the meeting with my department chair tomorrow afternoon. There were two others in his office that I did not know and that I had difficulty seeing. I could not hear what they said to me or how I responded. There are people I encounter around the university, usually faculty but occasionally students, all males, who seem hidden from my intuition, my inner eyes. They all seem malevolent, and indeed some of them have very rudely suggested I need to take them up on their invitations on dates. I feel i need to protect myself tomorrow afternoon. What do you suggest?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she considers …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Can you show me these two? Like we did last night but in the future?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… shake my head …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I do not believe I can, at least not until you too have foresight and maybe not even then. Nature of the thing. By the way, I do have the formula now to offer those who desire this curse. But I’ll not manufacture it until I have guidance from the gathering this weekend. Interesting, the formula is something that I make in my own body and then excrete as a catalyst into a new wine made with Nebbiolo (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nebbiolo) grapes. There’s a few vineyards over in New York that cultivate Nebbiolo so unfortunately we don’t have to go to Italy.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Huguette has had time to think about protection …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I suggest as I assume you have too that the two with your professor are agents of the others. I suggest you choose several of your weapon rings and use a mild acid or something else that will let them know what you could have done but didn’t. I suggest this is a time to let the enemy know that we are aware of their increased interest in what you are doing. You have been trained in how to use those, I trust”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… nod …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, a while ago. I hope it was enough. I doubt though they’ll be physically aggressive in that setting. So my usual wards should be sufficient. Those seem to have been fortified by the foresight, by the way. An interesting development to say the least.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we go out to the balcony where I point out the sights to the two … finish our wine and call it a night …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… in the morning, I give Kimmie a kiss and swap car keys with her … in the lab, I detect that it’s been carefully searched overnight … the animals are unharmed … and the special hiding places have not been touched … but the whole thing may now be bugged so I’m careful with my movements … interesting that I could leave with nothing and reconstruct from memory … so leave the hidden paper alone … going to have to destroy it though … a half hour before I’d planned to leave to visit Tangie with Kimmie, there’s a commotion in the lab … one of the rhesus has gotten out of its cage … and is into the monkey food … get it recaptured and safely put away … it’s cage had been tampered! … send Kimmie a text …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  ### Unavoidably detained<br>  ### Can’t make it to doctor<br>  ### Luck and all</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… head back into the lab … several other cages have been tampered … rats too … set about repairing what I can and call lab maintenance to come and help … call my advisor to let him know … a flurry of activity follows and new cages and new security and all sorts of stuff gets done quickly … campus security bring in a forensic examiner …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-09-2018, 18:21:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe and Huguette speak out loud as they discuss things.....Im sure its form my benefit.&nbsp; If we used the 'insight' method, my inexperience would likely leave me confused or at the very least, missing key parts of the conversation.<br><br>They discuss past lives and those lives that have converged, then diverged, and now have come together again.&nbsp; Huguette suggests, and Chloe agrees that not a lot of credence should be given them lest they begin to grow stronger within Chloe.<br><br>Also they touch upon agents working against them and the need for wariness as will as identifying those individuals.&nbsp; At this time, Chloe is unable to use insight to communicate them, to Huguette.<br><br>We end our night peacefully, gazing at the landmarks around Boston that are visible from the balcony.&nbsp; &nbsp;We all go to bed soon after.&nbsp; <br><br>In the morning, Chloe leaves for the lab and Huguette and I practice our insight for a few hours.&nbsp; &nbsp;This morning's lesson is for me to gain the insight more quickly, and more strongly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Huguette as me focus on a single point of water.&nbsp; The same point, every time....<br><br>"......as if it were the only doorway into the world.....you must see this, and this alone every time, little one....If you see other doors or for you, other points of water, you will need to take time to sort through them to gain entrance.&nbsp; Pick a single point of water.&nbsp; For you, I would suggest a droplet of water....."<br><br>I practice this....I find my water....in fact as Huguette has suggested, a single drop....for me it hangs off of a blade of grass like morning dew.....I practice....and practice....until I can find it without distraction every single time.<br><br>Huguette ends our morning session so that I can get dressed for my appointment.&nbsp; I have a text waiting for me from Chloe.....Im disappointed when I read it:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; ### Unavoidably detained<br>  ### Can’t make it to doctor<br>  ### Luck and all<br><br>I pass that bit of news to Huguette.<br><br>"No matter, Kimmie....I'll go with you.&nbsp; I had planned to anyway.....I want to meet Dr. Jensen as well.&nbsp; If you dont mind me as a substitute for Chloe, that is?"<br><br><em>"Thank you, Huguette.....I'd love to have you come with me.&nbsp; The offer is still very much open and extended to you"</em><br><br>I dont know if the training or the exchange of ideas on a strictly cerebral level does anything emotionally or not?&nbsp; But, I feel close to Huguette.&nbsp; Not a 'love' closeness...but a something like a sister....perhaps an older sister who has knowledge.&nbsp; But to have her come with me to the doctor's office is most welcome.<br><br>I get changed, as does Huguette and we hop into the car and make our way into Boston.&nbsp; Even midday, the traffic is brisk but not congested.&nbsp; We park in an underground garage for those with business in the professional building.&nbsp; Taking the elevator to the 5th floor, we find Dr. Jensen's office.&nbsp; <br><br>It is a bright, well lit, clean and comfortable looking waiting room.&nbsp; I approach the nurse receptionist at the main desk:<br><br><em>"Hi, Im Coaimhe Clarkson, I have an appointment with Dr. Jensen"</em> I smile<br><br>She looks at the appointment book and nods...."Yes Miss Clarkson......Dr. Jensen will be right with you....I believe all your papers have been filled out in advance for today's visit.&nbsp; So, if you'd like to take a seat, the Doctor will be right with you"<br><br>Huguette and I sit down.&nbsp; Huguette begins thumbing through one of the magazines.&nbsp; I, inexplicably, begin to get a little nervous....I wish Chloe were here.....but at least I have Huguette with me.<br><br>After about 5 or 6 minutes, the receptionist says:&nbsp; "Caoimhe....if you follow this corridor to exam room 2, the Doctor will be right with you".<br><br>Huguette must sense my apprehension.&nbsp; She slides her arm around my waist and we go to Exam Room 2.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-09-2018, 22:26:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e16d/6m5u0bvdpwg27w5zg.jpg)<br><strong>Dr. Tangie Jensen, DO</strong><br>Physician and Surgeon<br><em>Gender Warrior!</em><br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14330571#msg14330571)</div></div><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Before I opened this morning, I spent some time going over what Chloe told me about my next patient. The why of it is clear though I disagree with seeking revenge. Yet it’s done and pragmatism governs. The what though, some changes to certain genes and thus to the roles of the proteins those genes express. Changes to gender expression hormones, a decrease in Testosterone and Dehydroepiandrosterone and Androstenedione and others, an increase in Estrogen and Progesterone and others. I don’t otherwise know what to expect of this patient, this Caoimhe Clarkson. And I’m hoping Chloe can tell me more by way of observations of how the changes manifested over time.<br><br>Chloe is relatively my elder in our society. How much is never permitted and also irrelevant. We each advance at our pace and capability. ‘I’m older than you’ is good for knowing the other person has more life experience and a longer chance to study. Meeting Chloe was a chance to get to know briefly one younger in years and older in knowledge yet not in many other experiences. And we share rape as a common experience though Chloe doesn’t know that nor does it matter.<br><br>And now this person Caoimhe Clarkson is coming to me for information. Goes by Kimmie, so Chloe said. So what does she seek? She may just want a physician who knows her unique situation. We shall find that out in Exam 2.<br><br>I walk into Exam 2 and am surprised that Chloe isn’t with her. Rather, two attractive women I don’t know and one must be this Caoimhe. Hold out my hand to the apparently younger woman</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hello, I’m Tangie Jensen. And you are?”</span></span><br><br class="clear">‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br>    <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Disclaimer!</div><div class="spoiler_body">  <span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>This is for roleplay only. For RealLife™ medical services, please contact your RealLife™ doctor.</strong></span></span></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-09-2018, 23:05:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Hugutte sits in a chair in the exam room....I nervously walk around, reading posters about vaccines, warning signs....and not really taking any of it in.<br><br>The door opens and I turn to greet Dr. Jensen....<br><br>“Hello, I’m Tangie Jensen. And you are?” she says approaching me first.<br><br>I hold out my hand in greeting, which she accepts.<br><br><em>"Hello Dr. Jensen, Im Caoimhe Clarkson, but please, call me Kimmie..."</em><br><br>She smiles and says 'hello' while continuing to shake my hand.&nbsp; When Dr. Jensen turns to Huguette, she stops and smiles.&nbsp; I pick up on the insight being exchanged.....by the time Im focused in, they are in mid-conversation.<br><br>"...…….arrived from France two days ago....."<br><br>"A pleasure to meet you Huguette.....I was expecting Chloe...."<br><br>"Unavailable do to some irregularities at her laboratory"<br><br>"Are you familiar with Kimmie's background"<br><br>"Somewhat.....oh she's joined us...."<br><br>Huguette suggests the we speak without the insight as a room with three women in it and no conversation might raise suspicions among any of the Doctor's staff.<br><br><em>"Its a pleasure to meet you Doctor" </em> I say aloud.....<em>"I hope I can answer some questions you might have.....I know Huguette is familiar with my, um, condition from her conversations with Chloe."<br><br><br><br></em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-10-2018, 04:44:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e16d/6m5u0bvdpwg27w5zg.jpg)<br><strong>Dr. Tangie Jensen, DO</strong><br>Physician and Surgeon<br><em>Gender Warrior!</em><br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14330571#msg14330571)</div></div><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">… and I learn who my client is and why no Chloe and oh my goodness one of the real elders among us and why should she be here! I nod, the way I’ve learned to acknowledge elders so beyond any I’ve ever met. From France! The motherplace, before the Isles. I manage to recover from the blow. This Kimmie is even bigger than I had thought. Huguette!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “A pleasure to meet you Ms. Huguette, Ms. Kimmie. So …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">So indeed.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So how may a humble physician serve you, Ms. Clarkson? Ms. Dawson told me what was done to you. I suggest at a minimum we learn the state of your genetics and your hormone balance and of the proteins that express your genetics. Very expensive testing but Ms. Dawson assured me that cost was not a concern.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The one Huguette intercedes.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We must know Kimmie’s, Ms. Clarkson’s genetic viability. We have reason to believe that a daughter by Ms. Clarkson and Ms. Dawson would be, shall we say, significant!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Nod and pause. Turn from the elder to Ms. Clarkson.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So let’s do three things. First, a classic evaluation of your health. Blood pressure and temperature and oxygen uptake and organ function. Second, blood tests to observe both normal and genetic information. And finally, viability.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Put on my trained doctor and the Elder seems to recede. ‘How do they do that?’ She is so here and so not here!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So Ms. Clarkson, please sit on the bench and I’ll do the usual exam. The I’ll take 8 vials of blood for the most complete examination I know how to order. Maybe more later, but let’s learn the 90 percent.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Pat the table. Clarkson sits and I take blood pressure and oxygen and temperature. Check her ears and nose and eyes. She seems all normal human female. What do I say?</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Your body is as normal as normal! I don’t know what else to say. Let’s draw some blood. I’d call my nurse for this but I’d prefer we hold this very close.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I bring the gear over to take blood. Her left elbow shows good veins. My skills aren’t gone! Eight vials, five for in depth classic and three for the genetics profile. How will I order that? I have some time to think about that as well as to call friends. Keeping the samples anonymous is the challenge!</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Now we have a problem, Ms. Clarkson. Sperm viability requires a sperm sample. Forgive me if this is too personal. If you can masturbate, that;s the easiest. If not, then stimulating the prostate can produce sperm. Or we can do this in a hospital via a catheter. And no matter which method we choose, we probably ought to retain sperm for future use.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Pause to let her asses the situation. The elder Huguette seems to reemerge for this. I understand the why of her interest though not the import. And how do they do that! Resolve again to resume my studies!</span></span><br><br><br class="clear">‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br>    <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Disclaimer!</div><div class="spoiler_body">  <span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>This is for roleplay only. For RealLife™ medical services, please contact your RealLife™ doctor.</strong></span></span></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>02-10-2018, 12:28:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Dr. Jensen is visibly taken aback upon meeting Huguette.&nbsp; She called her an 'elder' and the respect she felt was palpable. With our identities established, she hesitates, but we begin:<br><br>“A pleasure to meet you Ms. Huguette, Ms. Kimmie. So …”<br><br>She gathers her poise once again....<br><br>  “So how may a humble physician serve you, Ms. Clarkson? Ms. Dawson told me what was done to you. I suggest at a minimum we learn the state of your genetics and your hormone balance and of the proteins that express your genetics. Very expensive testing but Ms. Dawson assured me that cost was not a concern.”<br><br>I nod.....<em>"Yes, Chloe said that the testing would be necessary.&nbsp; As you said, my genetics and hormonal situation needs to be uncovered.&nbsp; As you noted, Doctor, I've undergone some remarkable changes."</em><br><br>Huguette calmly adds her impetus to the conversation:<br><br>  “We must know Kimmie’s, Ms. Clarkson’s genetic viability. We have reason to believe that a daughter by Ms. Clarkson and Ms. Dawson would be, shall we say, significant!”<br><br>The doctor does not debate nor question Huguette's statement.&nbsp; Dr. Jensen turns to me and says:<br><br>  “So let’s do three things. First, a classic evaluation of your health. Blood pressure and temperature and oxygen uptake and organ function. Second, blood tests to observe both normal and genetic information. And finally, viability.”<br><br><em>"Ok"</em>&nbsp; I smile trying to lessen the awe in the room even more....<em>"Let do that"</em><br><br>  “So Ms. Clarkson, please sit on the bench and I’ll do the usual exam. The I’ll take 8 vials of blood for the most complete examination I know how to order. Maybe more later, but let’s learn the 90 percent.”<br><br>For the next several minutes, I get a cursory physical examination.&nbsp; Blood pressure, temperature, look in ears, nose, throat, eyes.&nbsp; My breasts are examined, my heart and lungs are listened to.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dr. Jensen drapes her stethoscope around her neck as she feels the glands in my neck as well as running her finger along my spine.<br><br>  “Your body is as normal as normal! I don’t know what else to say. Let’s draw some blood. I’d call my nurse for this but I’d prefer we hold this very close.”<br><br>I pass the first part of the exam.&nbsp; I appear to be a female to the good doctor.&nbsp; She wheels a tray over to me and begins drawing blood.....lots of blood!&nbsp; I count 8 separate vials that are filled.....seems like a lot to me....but I dont know the range of testing that is going to happen either.&nbsp; Once completed, and the samples marked in some sort of code known only to Dr. Jensen at this time, she pushes the cart to one side and looks at me as I straighten my hair a bit.<br><br>“Now we have a problem, Ms. Clarkson. Sperm viability requires a sperm sample. Forgive me if this is too personal. If you can masturbate, that's the easiest. If not, then stimulating the prostate can produce sperm. Or we can do this in a hospital via a catheter. And no matter which method we choose, we probably ought to retain sperm for future use.”<br><br>Oh boy.....I suppose I could try masturbation.&nbsp; Ive had a little success doing that....its not a guarantee though.&nbsp; But I dont want to go to the hospital and be some sort of freak show either.....<br><br><em>"I'd choose not to go to the hospital for the catheter.&nbsp; I, um, I'd rather not have even more people aware of my situation as it were.......I'd like to try masturbation....I think I can produce a sample for us....it might take a little longer than normal....."</em><br><br>Huguette listens in.&nbsp; This is so embarrassing....and so, ugh, masculine......Dr. Jensen gives me a sample collection container and Im led to a small room.&nbsp; The door is closed and I lock it.&nbsp; I lift up my dress and pull down my panties and my pantyhose.&nbsp; &nbsp;My penis is small, not quite a nub, but certainly not the penis of a mature male.&nbsp; Pathetic really.<br><br>I sigh and begin a gentle caress to stimulate it.&nbsp; I close my eyes to bring up a sexy image.&nbsp; If Chloe were here that would certainly help.....<br><br>I see my droplet of water hanging off the blade of grass.....Then it dawns on me....why not try 'insight' to help me out?&nbsp; Could it work?&nbsp; Could it help?<br><br>I focus on my drop of water....I wait a moment....maybe two....the suddenly, I go into my mind.....I begin to see images....sexy images....lingerie.....Chloe and I....touching, kissing, fondling....The imagery becomes intense.&nbsp; More than Ive experienced before....the sexy scenes flash by in groups.&nbsp; I feel myself getting warmer, I feel things stirring in my groin.....my breath quickens....I begin to gently touch myself.&nbsp; &nbsp;I seem to respond quickly.&nbsp; While not a classic erection, I do manage to stiffen.<br><br>Suddenly, Im gently stroking, it takes but a few times and an orgasms occurs.....its a weak orgasm, not thunderous and not overwhelming.&nbsp; More of a gentle sensation followed by-yes!-ejaculation!<br><br>I capture it in the sample vessel as my mind recedes to the water droplet then suddenly Im back in the room.<br><br>I clean up and exit the room, sheepishly carrying my 'sample'.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dr. Jensen is there....was she waiting?&nbsp; Its not until I get back into my exam room and Huguette smiles at me that I realize what Ive done.<br><br>By using 'insight' I opened myself up.&nbsp; Dr. Jensen and Huguette could have viewed my entire episode had they wanted.&nbsp; Huguette says to me in insight.&nbsp; <br><br>"You did well child, but remember when you open your mind, others can look in as well.&nbsp; This is your lesson for today"<br><br>I blush.....she pats my knee.....In her speaking voice she assures me:<br><br>"I chose not to observe" Huguette smiles....<br><br>We sit in the room and await the return of Dr. Jensen.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 19:19:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e16d/6m5u0bvdpwg27w5zg.jpg)<br><strong>Dr. Tangie Jensen, DO</strong><br>Physician and Surgeon<br><em>Gender Warrior!</em><br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14330571#msg14330571)</div></div><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The elder and I wait while Caoimhe leaves to attempt to provide a sperm sample. I’m not optimistic. I take the opportunity to invite the elder to meet via Insight. She accepts. She makes it clear that we are in private. Her boundaries are very clear and strong though I don’t test them. I ask two respectful questions. For the first, I giver her a quick summary of what I’m doing for Caoimhe and ask that she advise me if I am less than wise. Her chuckle tells me I asked well and she agrees and asks permission to contact me via Insight at a time when I seem free to accept. I agree. The second question is why does an elder of her stature accompany a novice to a doctor’s appointment. Before she responds, I sense a flicker nearby. She hesitates a moment too and informs me that Caoimhe will succeed with the sample. Her answer to my question is that the world is at a cusp and Caoimhe has a important role. And she asks if I would like to attend a bonfire tomorrow at the mansion in Salem and again on Saturday to witness a meeting of world elders. She provides me with a mental badge should my presence be challenged and advises that the preferred robe is white and to remain hooded and silent at both and to use the badge should any challenge my silence. I know why she advises silence. I do not know enough about what will be discussed to even form a thought let alone express it. She tells me I need to be there because it involves both Caoimhe and the mysterious almost elder Chloe. She tells me that Caoimhe is returning so I offer her ‘Blessed Be’ and return to awareness just in time to accept the sample.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you Caoimhe. I need 10 minutes in the lab to perform part of the analysis and to preserve the sample for genetic analysis. Please make yourselves comfortable. Please move to my office across the hall and use the coffee if you wish. The chairs there are more comfortable as well.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">In the lab, I take a pipette and take a small part of the sample and place it on a glass slide. The rest I transfer to an Aluminum vial that goes into my small liquid Nitrogen freezer that I’ll take to the lab later for their genetic analysis along with the blood samples. That done, the slide goes under my microscope where I examine perform those parts of a seminogram[/url that can be done. Record the results and copy that to accompany the frozen sample. I take the slide to my autoclave and destroy the sample. If as the elder says, this is at a world cusp, then no others should use this material for other purposes. I return to my office where I find them seated. I sit with them and not behind my desk. The elder nods, appreciating the gesture.</span></span>[/font]<br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The part of the semen analysis I performed here is all neutral, meaning that what I observed is average for sperm for a male in their 20s, not low and not high. After lunch, I’ll personally take the samples to the lab and make sure one of our sisters is handling it and understands the importance. I should have results tomorrow morning and will call you Caoimhe when they’re in and discuss whether we need to talk further or do additional tests. I would rather not take biopsies and there’s no reason right now to indicate those would be needed thogu the possibility is remote.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Give them both a moment to absorb that.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Is there anything else you’d like to do here today, Caoimhe?”</span></span><br><br><br class="clear">‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br>     (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Semen_analysis)<div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Disclaimer!</div><div class="spoiler_body">  <span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>This is for roleplay only. For RealLife™ medical services, please contact your RealLife™ doctor.</strong></span></span></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-10-2018, 20:01:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… at 2:50 pm, I proceed to the department offices … dressed for the lab … the administrator opens the door for me … inside are the department chair and three strangers in dark suits with whit shirts and dark ties … and a woman in a dark skirt suit with a cream blouse and conservative hair … the remaining chair is in the space between the chair and the others … the chair introduces me but not them …<br><br>… the woman begins with asking for my identification … I look at the chair …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You know me Sir and have taught me in class and sit on my committee. Who are these people?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… he shrugs and says nothing … the woman repeats her question …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “My name is Ms. Chloe Dawson. Who are you?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she ignores my remark … asks me to explain my research … I stand and head for the door … one of the men is blocking the door … remove my phone and press dial …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Daddy please record. I’m being held against my will in my department chair’s office by two unidentified men and one woman who are asking about …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the phone is grabbed from my hand and turned off …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “My name is Chloe Dawson. Am I under arrest? If so, what are the charges?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… they ask me about my research …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “My name is Chloe Dawson. Am I under arrest? If so, what are the charges?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… build a connection via Insight to mother and Huguette … let them see through my eyes … I let them record mental images of the three and of the department chair …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “My name is Chloe Dawson. Am I under arrest? If so, what are the charges?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… her questions change … leading questions … same answer … eventually they tell me to leave … hold out my hand for my phone … the suit opens the door and slides it across the hall … the woman asks if I’m sure I don’t want to cooperate …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “If I knew who I was being asked to cooperate with, I’d consider it. But as it is, I do not cooperate with enemy agents.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; she protests that they’re not enemy agents … I shrug …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Refusing to identify yourselves makes you my enemy. Good day, Mr. Chairman. I will protest your continued involvement in my committee unless you remove yourself voluntarily. I have eidetic memory. You are hereby formally warned.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… manage to retrieve my phone and walk apparently calmy back to my lab … lock the door and sit at my desk where I allow Mother and Huguette to communicate … they hold me close and I feel momentarily safe … Mother calls Daddy and explains the phone call … I take out paper and a pencil and sketch the three from memory … fax those to Daddy … we may know who they were yet today … my department chair’s career may be in jeopardy as well … around 5:30, I shut down the lab and set extra detectors and traps for tamperers … collect some innocuous papers in a briefcase … and head for my car … wary of attackers … instead of heading home, I head for the Mansion in Salem … dictate a text to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-size: 11pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>  ### headed for Salem<br>  ### unsafe for you if I come home<br>  ### suggest you come to Salem too<br>  ### bring all papers</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I hope Kimmie understands ‘all papers’ to include my private papers and passport … top drawer of my dresser but she doesn’t know that though will if she looks … drive in the late afternoon sun and watch for cars following though in this traffic that’s hard … cloverleaf to US-1 … over the Tobin bridge … exit to the 16 toward Revere Beach and the 1A … just past the Mary Baker Eddy House, make the turns to indicate to my Sisters that I am seeking refuge … several cars apparently following … subtle signs tell me how to proceed … speed up quickly around a turn and a very sharp turn into a tall hedge that parts at the last moment … and closes behind me … turn off the car and coast down the narrow, paved path … eventually a flash tells e I can start the motor again … drive a bit farther and a garage door opens … park inside … take the briefcase and get out …<br><br>… Marjorie greets me and takes me inside … several elders are already present … I recite the details and show the drawings … the woman is recognized …&nbsp; one hisses ‘The Family (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Family:_The_Secret_Fundamentalism_at_the_Heart_of_American_Power)’ … they commend my reaction … Marjorie brings me herbal tea … one of the elders requests Insight … I decline, perhaps a bit too abruptly … then relax and allow a very slight contact … <br><br>… reveal my relationship to Huguette … that gives me privacy … I had no idea she was so high among the elders … apparently in her 30s and these ancients cede to her by acknowledging her protection over me … I’m glad I was honest with her … and that apparently I chose wisely to put my dear Kimmie into her care … open a Insight channel to Huguette … let her know I’m safe … do not try to share Insight with Kimmie … we are lovers and such has its own very special risks and rewards and is guided by the priestess who performs the ever so rare nuptials …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>11-10-2018, 12:24:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I return to Dr. Jensen and Huguette.&nbsp; I submit my sample to the Doctor for her analyzation.<br><br>“Thank you Caoimhe. I need 10 minutes in the lab to perform part of the analysis and to preserve the sample for genetic analysis. Please make yourselves comfortable. Please move to my office across the hall and use the coffee if you wish. The chairs there are more comfortable as well.”<br><br>With that, I follow Huguette across the hallway.&nbsp; Neither of us take any coffee.&nbsp; We merely wait.&nbsp; I practice my insight and find I can quickly bring myself to the state needed to exchange thoughts.&nbsp; Huguette offers nothing to say at this point other than a quick message to me saying:<br><br>"Very good Child...relax...we will wait for the Doctor"<br><br>Im pleased to have accomplished a quick link like that.&nbsp; My instructions from Huguette and my practice are showing promise.&nbsp; Dr. Jensen returns from the lab and sits down with us.&nbsp; <br><br>“The part of the semen analysis I performed here is all neutral, meaning that what I observed is average for sperm for a male in their 20s, not low and not high. After lunch, I’ll personally take the samples to the lab and make sure one of our sisters is handling it and understands the importance. I should have results tomorrow morning and will call you Caoimhe when they’re in and discuss whether we need to talk further or do additional tests. I would rather not take biopsies and there’s no reason right now to indicate those would be needed though the possibility is remote.”<br><br>I raise my eyebrows at the results of the analysis.&nbsp; I had suspected that I would be either sterile or have a 'very weak' sperm count.&nbsp; Instead the opposite is the case.&nbsp; I dont know if Im happy or disappointed?&nbsp; I hadnt expected to exhibit such masculinity at this point in my transformation.<br><br>  “Is there anything else you’d like to do here today, Caoimhe?”&nbsp; asks Dr. Jensen.<br><br>I begin to ask her what her recommendations might be:&nbsp; Should I stay as I am, or should I consider the steps necessary to become a woman.....a full woman?<br><br>Just as I get my question on the floor, my cellphone buzzes.&nbsp; Excusing myself, I take a look at the text.&nbsp; Its from Chloe:<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<strong><em> ### headed for Salem<br>  ### unsafe for you if I come home<br>  ### suggest you come to Salem too<br>  ### bring all papers</em></strong><br><br>I show Huguette and she speaks for us both:<br><br>"We need to depart rather hastily Dr.&nbsp; As you and I have discussed, events are proceeding rapidly.&nbsp; Kimmie, the Doctor's response will have to wait for now.&nbsp; We must get to Salem."<br><br>Good-byes are exchanged and Huguette and I make our way back to the condo.&nbsp; I know exactly what papers Chloe needs and Im pretty sure where to find them.&nbsp; Huguette gathers her necessary documents as well.&nbsp; We both realize that we may or may not be coming back here for a while.<br><br>10 minutes later, documents in hand, we head north to Salem.&nbsp; Huguette sits next to me.&nbsp; &nbsp;I open up my insight and she greets me.&nbsp; When I exhibit some anxiety in my thought pattern, Huguette rests her hand on mine.<br><br>"All is fine....there is no danger here....drive in peace...."<br><br>Together, we reach Salem, and with Huguette's insight we are directed to the location we need to be.&nbsp; &nbsp;For the second time in a row (the first was meeting Chloe's parents), I am about to be introduced to important people and I look like Ive spent the last week out in the streets......sigh.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (Solo)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-10-2018, 20:17:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I sense when Kimmie and Huguette arrive and head for the door … open it just as they walk up and give Kimmie a hug and bring them inside …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Huguette, you’re in the room next to ours upstairs. Several elders are already here and I’ve not shared anything with them other than images of my three interrogators. One of them remarked that she is part of a group called The Family. I’ve been researching that. It’s a group of evangelicals within the federal Government. There’s the real shadow government!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lead them both upstairs and point our Huguette’s room … we all go into mine … the sitting area I have will be better for our conversation … my laptop is on the table …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So I’ve been busy putting my lab notes into secure storage outside the country. I shredded my paper notes in my lab so they can’t recreate those. And besides, I have it all memorized. I’ll show both of you where and how the notes are saved so you can get to them if I’m incapacitated or unavailable. Huguette, please share with Kimmie via Insight, so she can learn the little trick to keep such things hidden no matter how persuasive the questioner gets.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I give them a few moments to do that and then proceed to show them both how to access the secure storage … and the passphrase …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Good, that’s that. Oh, Mother is arriving later tonight, she move up a day when Daddy passed on the emergency and I brought her in via Insight the same as Huguette. Dinner will be at 6, in the small dining room. Now I need to rest. This has been an exhausting day and I think Mother will want to talk when she arrives.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Huguette goes to her room … Kimmie lays down next to me and we snuggle until I fall asleep … my internal alarm wakes me at quarter til 6 … we go downstairs where I introduce Kimmie to the several elders … one of them alerts on Kimmie’s Y Chromosome … Huguette enters as she starts to say something …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes you are correct, Tabitha. Caoimhe is in my care. All will be made clear Saturday morning. I suggest you spend time opening your mind to new and wonderful things that will be disclosed at that time. The terrible times are imminent and we have new ways to deliberate.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Tabitha yields … Huguette is among the core elders and Tabitha has little choice but to follow the instructions … dinner is served … I avoid the wine … eat sparsely … after dinner, we retire to our room and I get a message that Mother is enroute from Logan … <br><br>… Kimmie and I greet her at the front door … we get her luggage to her room and sit in ours to talk … Daddy is identifying my interrogators and discussing with a vice president at MIT why my department chair would have participated in such a debacle … I tell Mother to please leave the man alone … he’s very competent at his job and now that I’ve asked that he remove himself from my committee, there’s no further reason for pursuing the matter … we also discuss the logistics of leaving the country and possible places we can go … I mention Stockholm … she agrees that is among the better alternatives … we discuss how to evade US security … travel by boat to Canada … private plane to Stockholm … request asylum … Daddy is preparing to quietly move my finances to The Caymans …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I guess this is really it, Mother. The terrible times are upon us and I guess we’re right in the middle of it too.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Mother agrees … departs for her room … turn to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Let’s hit the sack, girlfriend. Rest while we can because tomorrow evening we’re out of time.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>13-10-2018, 20:19:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We are not even out of the car before Chloe is greeting us.&nbsp; I give her a long hug and then hand her the papers she requested from the condo.&nbsp; With those in hand, Chloe begins our 'orientation:<br><br>“Huguette, you’re in the room next to ours upstairs. Several elders are already here and I’ve not shared anything with them other than images of my three interrogators. One of them remarked that she is part of a group called The Family. I’ve been researching that. It’s a group of evangelicals within the federal Government. There’s the real shadow government!”<br><br>When we head upstairs, Chloe points to Huguette's room and we all continue along into our room.&nbsp; Chloe has a small table and laptop set up in there.<br><br>“So I’ve been busy putting my lab notes into secure storage outside the country. I shredded my paper notes in my lab so they can’t recreate those. And besides, I have it all memorized. I’ll show both of you where and how the notes are saved so you can get to them if I’m incapacitated or unavailable. Huguette, please share with Kimmie via Insight, so she can learn the little trick to keep such things hidden no matter how persuasive the questioner gets.”<br><br>I barely get to summon my water droplet before Huguette 'enters'<br><br>"Child....for all things private and unavailable place them here...."<br><br>Suddenly, my mind opens to a small fissure that I never seen.....even though it is my own inner thoughts, my own mind....I never saw this.&nbsp; With Huguette guiding my thoughts, like a wisp of smoke through a crack in a chimney, we glide through.&nbsp; Inside, I see something that looks like a chapel.&nbsp; &nbsp;Huguette says in Insight:<br><br>"This is your area, your bastion against intrusion.&nbsp; Even though I can get here with you, I cannot enter.&nbsp; The image of this place is yours and yours alone.&nbsp; For each us it is different.&nbsp; No one knows what another's place looks like.&nbsp; Even if you were to tell me....my place is a meadow....I would need to see the exact same meadow as you do, in order to enter.&nbsp; So, as you can see, no one is ever able to enter someone else's world.&nbsp; In our Sisterhood, this place is called Sanctuaire"<br><br>We step out of Insight.&nbsp; Chloe gives us the location and password of the physical storage area for her work.<br><br>  “Good, that’s that. Oh, Mother is arriving later tonight, she move up a day when Daddy passed on the emergency and I brought her in via Insight the same as Huguette. Dinner will be at 6, in the small dining room. Now I need to rest. This has been an exhausting day and I think Mother will want to talk when she arrives.”<br><br>Huguette retires to her adjacent room.&nbsp; I feel better that she is close by.&nbsp; However, like Chloe, she senses things well in advance of them happening.&nbsp; &nbsp;I lay down next to Chloe and drape my arm over her.&nbsp; I fall asleep in minutes.<br><br>Chloe pops up just before 6.&nbsp; Im groggy, she is alert and 'on point' instantly.&nbsp; I brush my hair a bit....say the 'hell with make-up' and go downstairs with Chloe.&nbsp; <br><br>We meet a woman, who looks at me with some alarm or concern.&nbsp; She's about to say something when Huguette appears and takes charge of the impromptu meeting.<br><br>“Yes you are correct, Tabitha. Caoimhe is in my care. All will be made clear Saturday morning. I suggest you spend time opening your mind to new and wonderful things that will be disclosed at that time. The terrible times are imminent and we have new ways to deliberate.”<br><br>Apparently, Tabitha has been disarmed or at least had her questions, whatever they were, answered.&nbsp; We all proceed to the dining room and take our meal together.&nbsp; I am a curiosity for sure, but little is said orally or with Insight.&nbsp; Apparently my use of Insight is quickly discerned.<br><br>After supper, the women drift off to other parts of the house.&nbsp; Mrs. Dawson arrives and I help get her situated in her room.&nbsp; Chloe and her Mom discuss the interrogation from earlier in the day.&nbsp; That leads to something incredible.&nbsp; Our leaving the country.&nbsp; Destination is Sweden, Stockholm to be precise....its mind blowing.&nbsp; In the matter of a few days, my life has gone from being an Admin, to Chloe, to marriage, to fleeing the country and my life in danger.&nbsp; I want to cry....I want to be strong....I want it to end....I want to be with Chloe.....most, MOST of all, I want to be with Chloe.&nbsp; That thought helps dispel the other doubts.&nbsp; I take a deep breath and center my strength.&nbsp; Im a woman now....a strong woman..."weak women get eaten up", Chloe once told me....I will do what I must....<br><br>I hear Chloe say to her mother:<br><br>“I guess this is really it, Mother. The terrible times are upon us and I guess we’re right in the middle of it too.”<br><br>With nothing more than a nod, Mrs. Dawson heads to her room to ready herself for the next part of this ordeal.&nbsp; I give my hand to Chloe.<br><br>“Let’s hit the sack, girlfriend. Rest while we can because tomorrow evening we’re out of time.”<br><br>I look at her....<em>"Whatever tomorrow brings, I am with you for that moment,&nbsp; or until the end of time...."</em><br><br>We sleep in each other's arms all night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2018, 15:23:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/e16d/6m5u0bvdpwg27w5zg.jpg)<br><strong>Dr. Tangie Jensen, DO</strong><br>Physician and Surgeon<br><em>Gender Warrior!</em><br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14330571#msg14330571)</div></div><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The text message from the lab arrives as I’m drinking my morning coffee and petting my cat. She is elderly now and won’t be with us much longer, and we both know it. She’ll tell me when she’s ready to take the rainbow bridge and I’ll administer the pentobarbital myself. The message tells me the labs completed overnight and will be electronically sent to arrive at my office before 9. It’s Friday, my office is closed and I used the day to catch up and read the research journals. What I know of what Chloe has done may make all that obsolete.<br><br>In the office, I read the lab reports and reach out with Insight to the elder who accompanied Caoimhe yesterday. When she accepts my channel, I suggest we meet in Salem later this afternoon. The elder says that they are already at the mansion and that I may come for lunch at 1 pm. I agree. So at 10:30, I return home to make sure my cat is provided for and tell her I’ll be back tomorrow evening. She tells me she’ll be waiting. My Prius silently and efficiently carries me up the coast to Salem and fond memory guides me to the place where I learned the art. I’m met by the elder who tells me that we do not speak of Caoimhe to any other except us with Chloe. I lock the papers in the Prius and join the sisters on the sunny patio for a light lunch. As usual, my vegan needs are not merely encouraged but indulged.<br><br>After lunch, the elder invites us on a walk. I gather the papers from the Prius and we take the path to the glade where small circles meet. There on stone benches, we sit and I take out the lab reports.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I assume I may speak freely in front of your friends, Caoimhe.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">She gives verbal assent.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I prefer to speak, the language inside does not have all the words I need to tell you what this all means, even the parts that I understand. From what I understand, this is all good news. First, your sperm are viable and are capable of fertilizing ova. If you do not manage to gain an erection, then these could be transferred to the mother using laboratory techniques. I can do that if you wish.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Pause very briefly to let them all gather the impact.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The genetic analysis of the sperm shocked our sister who works at the lab and she has suppressed the reports other than what I hold here in my hands. The sperm analyzed are extremely unlikely to can produce male offspring. They are mutants. I believe Chloe will understand the report better than I, so I’ll let her review these and then tell us what this means. If I did not know the story here, I’d be asking permission to share this with highly respected geneticists who specialize in gender studies.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">I hand the lab report containing the sperm analysis to Caoimhe. It’s for her to share with Chloe if she chooses. I feel a warm, mental pat on the back from the elder.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Your blood is almost that of a healthy female in her prime. The hormonal ratios are all nominal except the Progesterone is elevated. If I understood Chloe’s briefing, that’s the vehicle used to introduce the changes, so if you wish, she can perhaps glean more from this than I can. None of the information surprises me or causes me any concerns. The genetic data on the other hand is highly unusual as I believe we all expected. As I said, our sister has suppressed the reports at the lab and in a few days even your name will no longer exist in their records. She may lose her job for this but I believe she has guessed correctly as to what is covered here and is willing to take that risk. And don’t worry, I believe we can rescue her and find her equivalent if not better work elsewhere.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Sisters take risks for the art and accept the consequences, a lesson we all learn very early. Some have burned for it and accepted.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The lab ran three separate genetic samples. I suggest a full genetic profile be undertaken and can recommend a lab in Stockholm who can do that and can be trusted. The three separate samples are compared and rerun if they differ significantly. These do not with one noted and understandable exception. You’re a genetic female except parts of you aren’t. Maybe aren’t yet a genetic female but that’s where tests weeks or months apart might be needed. Everything suggests you should have female reproductive organs. A womb and ovary transplant from someone like your mother or a sister if you have one would have some likelihood of success. Again though, I believe Chloe is more capable than I of understanding these reports.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Hand the last of the reports to Caoimhe to pass on if she chooses. My hands are empty. The elder touches my Insight again and suggests I join her to meet Caoimhe and Chloe. The meeting is very interesting. I can see them all. Chloe and Caoimhe seem as though they’re in separate rooms and cannot see each other except as the elder might allow. The first thing I do so they all can see is I place all of the records in that special place where no one else can retrieve them. And then I enter into watchful waiting and prepare to learn.</span></span><br><br><br class="clear">‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br>    <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Disclaimer!</div><div class="spoiler_body">  <span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>This is for roleplay only. For RealLife™ medical services, please contact your RealLife™ doctor.</strong></span></span></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-10-2018, 17:11:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I listen quietly as Sister Tangie recites what she knows … the news that Kimmie has viable sperm is a very happy surprise … we will have to learn together how she may get me pregnant, once we’re in a safe place … when we enter Insight, Huguette urges me to share first … Kimmie hands me the paper and I move to the blood first …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you Tangie, your and our sister’s guesses are correct and accurate. The blood aligns with what I know from my ongoing laboratory experiments. The Progesterone drops very slowly and I’m certain was very much higher within a month or so of initial dose.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I believe they can all feel me blush … internally, I sometimes refer to the drug as ‘man poison’ … yet Kimmie and I are at peace so far with what I did so we move on …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The sperm viability and its diminished ability to support the Y Chromosome during fertilization also aligns with what I’ve seen in the lab. So doctor, allow us please to share something with you that may become important to you personally and very soon. Yesterday afternoon, I was visited by Shadow – the shadow government referred to sometimes as The Family. Evangelical extremists. The want the drug I’ve developed. I destroyed my records immediately after that. Kimmie and I are going to have to leave the country. You may have to leave as well. You are welcome to leave with us. We will eventually go to Stockholm where the lab you mentioned is already preparing a place for us. For you as well if you wish. And for our sister who ran these tests. I’m sorry, I should not have risked you or her. I had not foreseen their visit.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Huguette gives me a reassuring hug … she and Kimmie understand my use of the word ‘foreseen’ in a way Tangie does not yet … and now she must learn …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “A few years ago, I was given Flunitrazepam, Rohypnol. Recently, I realized I was being changed inside by effects of the Flunitrazepam. I have begun to experience something we three have chosen to call Foresight and Hindsight. This is why we are here in Salem for tonight and tomorrow, to share this knowledge with the elders, demonstrate its potency, and offer to them a drug that many in our bloodlines can take to acquire this Hindsight and Foresight. I say many, not all. The genes are unique to those descended from Sister Isis who lived in Egypt about 32 thousand years ago. She suffered an otherwise inconsequential mutation during a ceremony inside the <abbr title="Sphinx">Boeotian called <em>abu alhul</em></abbr> when light from a certain star near the star we know today as Sirius went supernova and the light from that was focused on Sister Isis. There are two ways to tell whether you are among her descendants, a genetic analysis only I currently know how to perform or by allowing me to trace your lineage. Huguette has the gene as do many of our European sisters and few of our Asian and Amerind. And Caoimhe does not nor ever can, though there may be other ways she could learn this art.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… let Tangie absorb the information … I reach inside my blouse and lift out a vial of cloudy liquid in a glass tube on a chain round my neck …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “This is the refined part of Flunitrazepam that confers the art of Foresight and Hindsight. It is produced by taking laboratory grade Flunitrazepam and adding a reagent to cause the chemical reaction. I manufacture the reagent in my saliva. I do not believe it can be made in a laboratory. There is a third way to learn whether you’re descended from Sister Isis, and that is to give you the drug and see if you develop the art. The drug here does not have the effects normally associated with Flunitrazepam. And the reason I offer this to you is twofold. First, Sister Huguette here assures me of your character and fundamental virtue, and because this is delicate I’m insisting on very senior certification of absolute moral rectitude. This can be abused and we cannot risk that. And second, because you know about Kimmie, having this art may allow you to avoid harm from the Shadow. Please consider this Tangie. One drop is sufficient.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turn mentally back to Huguette and Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I believe Kimmie and I have a conversation we need to conclude very soon. We found her a robe this morning. Let’s meet at dinner and we’ll contact you before then if we need wisdom.”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-10-2018, 23:38:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I meet with Dr. Jensen.&nbsp; <br><br>She hands me what amounts to a complete dossier on my physical status.&nbsp; There are surprises of course.&nbsp; One of which is the viability of my sperm.&nbsp; It's healthy enough to fertilize and egg.&nbsp; However they are classified as mutant?&nbsp; I need to find out what that means.&nbsp; One thing Dr. Jensen does say it means is that it is extremely unlikely to produce a male baby.&nbsp; Im fine with that prognosis.&nbsp; Truth be known, if I could select a gender for my child, it would be female.<br><br>I take the sperm study documents from the Doctor and thank her.&nbsp; She continues with the results of my physical:<br><br>  “Your blood is almost that of a healthy female in her prime. The hormonal ratios are all nominal except the Progesterone is elevated. If I understood Chloe’s briefing, that’s the vehicle used to introduce the changes, so if you wish, she can perhaps glean more from this than I can. None of the information surprises me or causes me any concerns. The genetic data on the other hand is highly unusual as I believe we all expected. As I said, our sister has suppressed the reports at the lab and in a few days even your name will no longer exist in their records. She may lose her job for this but I believe she has guessed correctly as to what is covered here and is willing to take that risk. And don’t worry, I believe we can rescue her and find her equivalent if not better work elsewhere.”<br><br>I express my deepest gratitude for the help of someone, I dont even know, who is risking so much for me.....for the cause.<br><br>  “The lab ran three separate genetic samples. I suggest a full genetic profile be undertaken and can recommend a lab in Stockholm who can do that and can be trusted. The three separate samples are compared and rerun if they differ significantly. These do not with one noted and understandable exception. You’re a genetic female except parts of you aren’t. Maybe aren’t yet a genetic female but that’s where tests weeks or months apart might be needed. Everything suggests you should have female reproductive organs. A womb and ovary transplant from someone like your mother or a sister if you have one would have some likelihood of success. Again though, I believe Chloe is more capable than I of understanding these reports.”<br><br>I take the last of the reports from Dr. Jensen.&nbsp; I look at her and using Insight I send her my thanks and a emotional embrace via my thoughts.&nbsp; I feel a warm glow in return.&nbsp; <br><br>Chloe and I now have much to discuss....and the science to discuss them rationally.<br><br>-----------------------------------<br><br>Chloe, Huguette, Dr. Jensen and I all meet a while later.&nbsp; I hand Chloe all the paperwork Dr. Jensen gave to me.&nbsp; She jumps to the blood work first and is pleased that my results coincide with her expectations.<br><br><br>My sperm results are also in line with her own research and within her expected visions:<br><br>  “The sperm viability and its diminished ability to support the Y Chromosome during fertilization also aligns with what I’ve seen in the lab. So doctor, allow us please to share something with you that may become important to you personally and very soon. Yesterday afternoon, I was visited by Shadow – the shadow government referred to sometimes as The Family. Evangelical extremists. The want the drug I’ve developed. I destroyed my records immediately after that. Kimmie and I are going to have to leave the country. You may have to leave as well. You are welcome to leave with us. We will eventually go to Stockholm where the lab you mentioned is already preparing a place for us. For you as well if you wish. And for our sister who ran these tests. I’m sorry, I should not have risked you or her. I had not foreseen their visit.”<br><br><br>Dr. Jensen receives an imprompty enlightenment on Flunitrazepam, Rohypnol and how this has given her 'foresight as well as hindsight'  <br><br>"This is why we are here in Salem for tonight and tomorrow, to share this knowledge with the elders, demonstrate its potency, and offer to them a drug that many in our bloodlines can take to acquire this Hindsight and Foresight. I say many, not all. The genes are unique to those descended from Sister Isis who lived in Egypt about 32 thousand years ago. She suffered an otherwise inconsequential mutation during a ceremony inside the Boeotian called abu alhul when light from a certain star near the star we know today as Sirius went supernova and the light from that was focused on Sister Isis. There are two ways to tell whether you are among her descendants, a genetic analysis only I currently know how to perform or by allowing me to trace your lineage. Huguette has the gene as do many of our European sisters and few of our Asian and Amerind. And Caoimhe does not nor ever can, though there may be other ways she could learn this art.”<br><br>Im glad Chloe verbalized all of this.&nbsp; Im not sure my Insight is of the necessary degree of accomplishment to have been able to comprehend all of this part of my new history.&nbsp; It surprises me that it hurts to think I cannot learn the art.&nbsp; I am a woman, but not of the right genetic make up.<br><br>Chloe literally takes our breath away when she produces a vial of this drug......I emit a silent gasp as she speaks....<br><br><br>  “This is the refined part of Flunitrazepam that confers the art of Foresight and Hindsight. It is produced by taking laboratory grade Flunitrazepam and adding a reagent to cause the chemical reaction. I manufacture the reagent in my saliva. I do not believe it can be made in a laboratory. There is a third way to learn whether you’re descended from Sister Isis, and that is to give you the drug and see if you develop the art. The drug here does not have the effects normally associated with Flunitrazepam. And the reason I offer this to you is twofold. First, Sister Huguette here assures me of your character and fundamental virtue, and because this is delicate I’m insisting on very senior certification of absolute moral rectitude. This can be abused and we cannot risk that. And second, because you know about Kimmie, having this art may allow you to avoid harm from the Shadow. Please consider this Tangie. One drop is sufficient.”<br><br>I hear Chloe in Insight talking to us:<br><br>  “I believe Kimmie and I have a conversation we need to conclude very soon. We found her a robe this morning. Let’s meet at dinner and we’ll contact you before then if we need wisdom.”<br><br>I take Chloe's hand.&nbsp; I feel her strength....a new resolve.....a determination I had not felt before.&nbsp; She is not afraid, she is on the verge of not only discovery, but of something wonderful....She knows how much is at stake here.&nbsp; She is going to show the Sisters the path to win this war.&nbsp; &nbsp;It wont be won tonight or even this week.&nbsp; But it is a start.&nbsp; I recall the words of Winston Churchill to his nation facing a great enemy and the first steps they had successfully taken to fight back:<br><br><strong><em>"This is not the beginning of the end.....but it is the end of the beginning"</em></strong><br><br>So it is with us, I feel.....We will go to Stockholm and prepare from there.....perhaps too, I will align all parts of my body with my genes....If we have time.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-10-2018, 01:41:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie and I depart the glade … back at the mansion, we go to our room … inside, I draw her into the bedroom where I sit on the bed cross legged and beckon her to join me … we are knees to knees … holding hands …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Are you okay, Kimmie? Holy goddess! This has been a ride and it isn’t close to done! Not by a long shot!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeeze her hands gently …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I hope it doesn’t surprise you that we need to have our baby. Your sperm and my ovum. Our daughter. Her name will be Isis. She will be born with Foresight and Hindsight because my ovum and blood and her placenta are all of that and more. She will be aware from shortly after conception. I know I will spend much of her gestation holding her and protecting her from whatever is happening around us. I will need you to protect me, to protect her. And Tangie and Huguette and Mother and others we haven’t yet met.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… deep breath …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “But here’s the thing. You have to choose, Kimmie. You. Because you and I won’t live to see our daughter save the world from the Shadow. One of us dies while she is young, and I can’t see what happens to the other. We may not be there when our daughter does what she must to turn aside the Shadow and let the light of the goddess shine once more upon the world. But that’s true of many parents, so we must prepare her well and that will be enough.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… edge closer to her on the bed …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The time to conceive our daughter is early tomorrow morning. The moon reaches total fullness after the bonfire ends and we return here. Then is the time you place your sperm in me and our daughter is conceived. I do not believe we have other children, but I cannot Foresee everything about our lives.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my hands slide up her arms and I slide forward to sit on her lap … my arms around her … my breath in her ear …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Please Kimmie, please choose wisely. If we don’t have Isis, we live to a ripe old age. If we do, our lives are chaos and the world survives after we move on.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>18-10-2018, 01:49:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe and I sit knee to knee, holding hands....<br><br>I assure her that Im all right....and I am....holding her hands gives me strength, calmness, and love....so much from such a simple gesture.<br><br>She begins:<br><br>    “I hope it doesn’t surprise you that we need to have our baby. Your sperm and my ovum. Our daughter. Her name will be Isis. She will be born with Foresight and Hindsight because my ovum and blood and her placenta are all of that and more. She will be aware from shortly after conception. I know I will spend much of her gestation holding her and protecting her from whatever is happening around us. I will need you to protect me, to protect her. And Tangie and Huguette and Mother and others we haven’t yet met.”<br><br>I burst with joy....our baby....our baby will have so much going for her......a gifted life from conception moving forward!<br><br>I smile and squeeze her hands...I nod in happiness.<br><br>Chloe goes on:<br><br>    “But here’s the thing. You have to choose, Kimmie. You. Because you and I won’t live to see our daughter save the world from the Shadow. One of us dies while she is young, and I can’t see what happens to the other. We may not be there when our daughter does what she must to turn aside the Shadow and let the light of the goddess shine once more upon the world. But that’s true of many parents, so we must prepare her well and that will be enough.”<br><br>The color drains from my face....I can feel it go....it leaves me feeling hollow.....and marked....<br><br><em>"Dies?"</em>&nbsp; I say as statement....<em>"One of us?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp; Im stunned and tears begin to flow.....I experience one of the most joyous announcements, then Im rocketed to the bottom of an abyss with the announcement that one of us will not survive long after the birth....years maybe, but apparently only a few.....<br><br><br>"Chloe"&nbsp; I wheeze....."not soon, please not too soon"....??<br><br>Chloe continues saying what she has to say:<br><br>… edge closer to her on the bed …<br><br>    “The time to conceive our daughter is early tomorrow morning. The moon reaches total fullness after the bonfire ends and we return here. Then is the time you place your sperm in me and our daughter is conceived. I do not believe we have other children, but I cannot Foresee everything about our lives.”<br><br>Im almost a rag doll....I have no strength.&nbsp; I feel drained and empty......I hear Chloe's voice and see her blurred face in my tears.<br><br>“Please Kimmie, please choose wisely. If we don’t have Isis, we live to a ripe old age. If we do, our lives are chaos and the world survives after our deaths.”<br><br>I open up my Insight....I cant speak now, my sorrow is too overwhelming.<br><br><em>"I will protect you....I will protect our baby.....I will live as long as the goddess has deemed me to walk the Earth.&nbsp; When I die, my last thoughts will be of you....I will die doing what is best for the world and for others, even though it will take me away from you forever"</em><br><br>I hold her hands tightly. For now, we still are alive and still have each other.&nbsp; We will have a daughter together.&nbsp; We will take one step at a time.....Our time together just became even more precious. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>21-10-2018, 03:19:36</strong>
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				<span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “ ”</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “ ”</span></span><div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… one future closed off with Kimmie’s decision … deep sigh … a future of peace is no longer possible … inside deep down, I feel my contribution to our Isis near the end of her journey in my right fallopian tube … she will arrive in time for Kimmike’s sperm … and then we will do what we must because many do not want her or me or us to live … she is the seed that will save the world …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh Kimmie! I love you so much! We will bring Isis to the world and love her as a family while we can.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we hold each other and kiss and snuggle … there’s a knock at our door …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe? Caoimhe? It’s Huguette. You Mother has arrive Chloe, with the Eldest. The Eldest wishes to see you in the day room. Please dress skyclad with your robe.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sigh …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’ll be there in a half hour Huguette, thank you!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… kiss Kimmie one last time …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And thus it continues. I’ve never met the Eldest though Mother has several times. Mother says she is very wise.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we undress and don our white robes … I retain the vial … I help Kimmie tie the sash properly … a graceful and fairly complex Irish knot … sandals … we walk hand in hand to the day room … Huguette is guarding the door … smiles …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I told them you would bring Caoimhe. The thought you would protect her by not.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we remove our sandals … put up our hoods …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “From this moment on, we protect each other at all times. We will always be together.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take a deep breath as Huguette opens the door and announces us … we step inside …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Carlotta, Circe, Chloe and Caoimhe.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we approach Carlotta … stop several paces … I watch her as we approach … a wonderful crone … bird bright eyes watching us from under her hood where she sits on a sofa … a gnarled had slides her hood back … her white hair is braided behind her and tumbles out … squeeze Kimmie’s hand and we remove our hoods … wait for Carlotta …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Welcome Chloe. Welcome Caoimhe too. Please, sit. Water for our guests please, Huguette.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when we each have water, Carlotta sips hers … we each do the same … I set mine down …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe, Circe has been telling me you have some most amazing things to share with us. Can you share with me before tomorrow? I am very well aware of the several camps within our sisterhood and wish to be assured in advance of what you bring. Will you allow your Mother and Huguette to introduce us?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I nod … take Kimmie’s hand … Huguette is the first I find and I ask her to let Kimmie observe through her … the Mother … and then a new person … she is a child dancing on a windswept beach with kites flying and flowers in her hair … this is the Eldest … she invites me to show …<br><br>… I first show her the genes that have been touched in me … then the ones in her that may be touched if she accepts the gift … I somehow know she will … then I show her our past … our lines meet similarly to Huguette’s … and then I take her back and back … Isis in the Boeotian called abu alhul … the flash of starlight … hear her and Mother gasp … show them the genes that starlight touched … they gasp again … and then back … the myth becomes reality … the goddess and the turtle … and back to before chaos where the breath lay quiescent before the waters …<br><br>… ‘this I will show to those you select tomorrow, Carlotta’ … ‘and this is what you three need to know that I will not share nor may you’ …<br><br>… I show them Isis as a child … I show them the Shadow gathering in the degenerate pentagram … I show them the autistics growing in wisdom and their new language Mänti (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daniel_Tammet#M%C3%A4nti) and how my drug helps them reconcile with their essential gender … I show them the refuge where Kimmie and I and others prepare defenses against the Shadow … I show them the Shadow’s attacks … and there I stop …<br><br>… ‘more I may not tell’ … yet … ‘Isis will be ready in time’ … ‘we can assure you of that’ … ‘we all may be transformed to support her’ …<br><br>… and there I stop … await her … she too pauses … she lets us all go … we each sip water … then holds out her hand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You are right to have shared, Chloe. I will take your gift and tomorrow I will share with you what I know from where I sit. Now it is dinnertime. Will you two lovely children share my table? There will be others there who you need to know and they you.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I feel her light touch on my mind, asking entrance … I grant that … one on one now … she tells me that as of tomorrow, I will sit in her place and she will become my counselor … I hope everyone else didn’t hear me gasp … I start to protest and her gentle laugh calms me … I am now cursed … she smiles, knowing full well what I meant … she lets us go gently … I stand and help Kimmie up … the look on Huguette’s and Mother’s faces are priceless … I blush … ‘Goddess, I am not worthy’ … and from somewhere beyond Elder Carlotta comes; ‘yes you are, daughter’ … ‘you are our future and your daughter after you’<br><br>… somehow, I find my sense of Kimmie’s hand in mine … turn to look at my beloved …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Let’s take Carlotta to dinner, dear. All is well.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and I am cursed … cursed to lead us into this Castle Perilous and tol make way for our daughter Isis to take us into whatever she makes thereafter …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>21-10-2018, 22:07:57</strong>
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				It all happens in an instant.&nbsp; My mind is now having difficulty keeping pace with the activities.&nbsp; I latch onto Chloe as my anchor against the tides of change.&nbsp; We exchange deep looks and meaningful 'I love you' to each other.&nbsp; I have made my choice and with that choice, set in motion one of the scenarios envisioned.&nbsp; This one will sacrifice Chloe and myself at some point likely, but our daughter will go on and by going on, save the world.&nbsp; I fill empty and exhilirated all at the same time..<br><br>A knock on the door.&nbsp; Its Huguette.&nbsp; Circe and someone known as the "Eldest" have arrived and we have been summoned to meet them.&nbsp; <br><br>We don our robes.&nbsp; Chloe ties the sash in an intricate knot.&nbsp; At the doorway to the Day Room, Huguette greets us.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; “I told them you would bring Caoimhe. The thought you would protect her by not.”<br><br>… we remove our sandals … put up our hoods …<br><br>  “From this moment on, we protect each other at all times. We will always be together.” replies Chloe.<br><br>&nbsp;Huguette opens the door and announces us as we respectfully enter.&nbsp; I feel so overwhelmed right now.&nbsp; I stay close to Chloe.&nbsp; <br><br>  “Carlotta, Circe, Chloe and Caoimhe.”<br><br>I feel my mind instantly opened and read.&nbsp; I was powerless to stop it, even had I wanted.&nbsp; But, I have nothing to hide.&nbsp; Now Carlotta, the Eldest knows all about me.<br><br>We approach her and she speaks in a voice that warms me....I feel love in her voice....<br><br>  “Welcome Chloe. Welcome Caoimhe too. Please, sit. Water for our guests please, Huguette.”<br><br>In a few moments, my Insight is directed to Huguette. She acts as a translator of sorts.&nbsp; My own Insight being to immature to grasp the speed and depth of the conversation with no words, between Chloe and Carlotta.&nbsp; I sit respectfully and listen.<br><br>Chloe continues....shows them Isis, a new language, the future, the strife and most importantly, the hope and the vision of a saved world.<br><br>The dialogue slows down.&nbsp; I can now listen myself without the buffering of Huguette (who I send my thanks to)<br><br>  “You are right to have shared, Chloe. I will take your gift and tomorrow I will share with you what I know from where I sit. Now it is dinnertime. Will you two lovely children share my table? There will be others there who you need to know and they you.”<br><br>Carlotta speaks to Chloe.....I am not allowed to hear....Chloe gasps, others smile...I hold her hand, like a small child in a strange setting..<br><br>  “Let’s take Carlotta to dinner, dear. All is well.” Chloe verbalizes to me.<br><br>We go to have dinner with Carlotta, Circe, Huguette and several other women.&nbsp; One woman looks at me with great suspicion.&nbsp; Obviously, she too, has picked up on my genetic composition.&nbsp; &nbsp;I guess even in unity of cause there is suspicion of those who are different?&nbsp; I can accept this.&nbsp; <br><br>Dinner is at 7.&nbsp; Precisely two hours and fourteen minutes later, the Moon is in the exact epigee from Salem.&nbsp; The bonfire is lit.&nbsp; No torches are used, no gasoline or fire accelerants.&nbsp; With a look from Carlotta, the perfectly triangular stack of wood bursts into flames.&nbsp; The Sisters all pull their hoods over their faces and walk to the edge of the flame.&nbsp; I join them.&nbsp; We are so close to the flames that we, too, should crumple from the heat and have our clothes burned away.<br><br>Instead, we calmly join hands.&nbsp; No heat disturbs us.&nbsp; The flames are gigantic and struggle to reach the sky.&nbsp; The Sisters begin a chant.&nbsp; I join in, knowing what to say, but not knowing what I am saying.<br><br>At the precise moment, we all drop our hands to our sides, go down on both knees and look to the heavens.<br><br>The Moon appears to be exactly overhead.&nbsp; Time seems to stop.&nbsp; The flames freeze in mid burn.&nbsp; A faraway voice is singing the sweetest song Ive ever heard.<br><br>Then it passes.&nbsp; The bonfire resumes a normal burning and glowing.&nbsp; The heat is felt and we all wander back away from it.&nbsp; One by one the Sisters come by.&nbsp; They kiss Chloe on the cheek.&nbsp; They kiss me on the forehead.&nbsp; When the last sister, Carlotta, kisses us, Chloe leads me to our bedroom.&nbsp; It is time.<br><br>We take off our robes.&nbsp; We are clean, not soot, no sweat, only a faint aroma of wildflowers.&nbsp; &nbsp;We lie down in bed and hold each other....kissing....caressing....loving.....<br><br>Chloe looks at me...<em>"I love you Chloe"</em> gushes from my heart....<br><br>Using Insight for strength, I easily achieve my last erection.&nbsp; I allow my passion, my love, and my devotion to Chloe pour from me and into her.&nbsp; The act is over quickly....Our love just magnified itself infinitely.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>23-10-2018, 04:06:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; the bonfire is all … the good fire … what I learned as a child and dear Kimmie feels for the first time … would we had time to teach her yet that is not allowed in these times … my beloved learns quickly and well and that amazes and encourages …<br><br>… she seems to know what to do this moment beneath this Moon of the Beaver (https://www.moongiant.com/moonphases/november/2018/) … feel her fullness inside me … her understanding that this is his last … accept the contribution she makes and what it cost her … our daughter will be among us soon … snuggle with Kimmie as she fades into sleep … me, I no longer sleep … so I choose to focus … the ovum in my left Fallopian tube … awaiting … the sperm she gave … the few flowing into the tube … at the moment of the true full moon, one arrives … the ovum accepts … and closes tot the others … no Y-Chromosome … our daughter begins … watch in wonder as a flash of light announces her decision to be … to return? … no, to be anew! … the merged cell rests for a while …<br><br>… something ripples in my timeline … another of those announcements of evil in the world … creatures dying … cannot affect that … … cradle Kimmie as she sleeps … dear, sweet Kimmie … Goddess, thank you … thank you for Kimmie … thank you he did what he did and we now have Kimmie … and for our life together until we cross … cross and learn … feel the beginnings of our daughter inside and all is well …</em></span></span><br><br><div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/a7ad/v1u9wnglr917qsc4g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/v1u9wnglr917qsc/Fire.png/file)</div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… later, I feel our daughter divide into two cells … all well … soon she will be more and the more and … my attention though is on the possibles … the points where each falls away or dominates as the others fall away … many of those in the morning … dawn … the many convolute cusps rush toward us … we rise and go to breakfast … over my smoked salmon and eggs, Carlotta comers ove to us … hands m a piece of paper …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “This morning’s paper. I’m so sorry, Chloe.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… scan what I already know … hand it to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We flee soon, baby. Isis must survive.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my Foresight churns … reach for Kimmie’s hand to ground me … our boat … but first, our sisters … the Shadow! … the sun the east&nbsp; …<br><br>… we rise from breakfast and go to the gathering of the elders … we sit in the very back among the invited guests and elected witnesses … Huguette is up front as one among the elders … Tangie, bless her, is invited …&nbsp; Carlotta recites the legend of the cusp of our species … assets its imminence … offers evidence … and introduces me …<br><br>… squeeze Kimmie’s hand and gie it over to Tangie … with hood covering, walk to the front … the typhoon swirls … at the front … hood still covering …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  <strong>“Sisters!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… even Carlotta cringes as I exercise the power the goddess has gifted me … voice of command … never heard since she spoke over the chaos … voice they will never forget … continue in street tone …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Dear Sisters, we have known Insight since we found our way to the Languedoc. Insight was latent in us before and we learned. Today, this hour, this minute, this instant, we learn Hindsight and Foresight. For those able, join with The Eldest and learn.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Carlotta is with us in an instant … Huguette and with her Kimmie only slightly later … Tangie … Mother … I wait while Carlotta and Mother bring the less certain into careful balance … the weight of all these is daunting … Carlotta helps me cope … bless you, dear sister! …<br><br>… we settle … an expectant waiting … and then I teach genetics … questions? … and then I show the genes … questions? … why? … because I will show us … watch! … realize that I am the greatest biogeneticist since Friar Mendel … and if Foresight holds, more influential but not by name …<br><br>… ‘Sisters, observe’ … ‘this and this and this are mutations’ … ‘they originated here’ … many among us have the gene … others who don’t follow from curiosity … show them the pattern of how the gene found its way to the Languedoc … and back and back … ‘we tell in our legends of predecessors’ … ‘we have long initiated within a Boeotian as the Greeks called her’ … ‘before, one acolyte named Isis dared more’ … ‘here is what happened when she focused on Seirios (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sirius) at a most opportune time … show the focusing of the illumination of the supernova and how that mutated Isis’ genes … the very genes I showed earlier … let this all rest in our communal conscience …<br><br>… ‘now attend’ … not quite command … show the cellular memory back from Isis to Tiamat, the first ever … show the bargain struck between the goddess and the turtle .. and the world and earth and us that resulted … let that rest on the minds and hearts of my sisters …<br><br>… ‘show them!’; … Carlotta requests … throw back my hood … Carlotta draws hers deeper … I return us to the present … heads shaking in awe of the validation of our history … wait … wait … then show the pentagon … the gathering Shadow … a communal shudder … step back … Carlotta steps forward … ‘who will accept with me the gift that Chloe offers?’ … ‘step forward, we have no more time’ …<br><br>… I reach inside my robe and bring out the vial … hold it high … it has acquired a blue glow … open the vial … Carlotta … Huguette … Tangie … Mother … Kimmie? … step to my beloved … mother of our child …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “This will not harm you, my dearest.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>25-10-2018, 23:49:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The morning paper brings us sad tidings that the noose is closing.&nbsp; People are our to harm Chloe, and by association, me, her mother, and the Sisters.<br><br>Chloe's lab has burned.&nbsp; All the animals are gone.&nbsp; I feel a sad void for them in my heart.&nbsp; It hurts.&nbsp; Chloe has foreseen this apparently, her hurt is not as deep as might be expected.&nbsp; She has lived this moment already.<br><br>We attend a gathering immediately.&nbsp; The Sisters are already present.&nbsp; Chloe passes my hand to Dr. Jensen<br><br>When Chloe speaks, my very insides quiver.&nbsp; Its a power that I had not experienced before...her voice is not loud, but you can hear something reverberate in every syllable she utters.<br><br>  “Sisters!”<br><br>We all listen....we all want to listen.<br><br>  “Dear Sisters, we have known Insight since we found our way to the Languedoc. Insight was latent in us before and we learned. Today, this hour, this minute, this instant, we learn Hindsight and Foresight. For those able, join with The Eldest and learn.”<br><br>Chloe begins to teach us.&nbsp; No one moves.&nbsp; We stand, hooded, open, and learn....<br><br>&nbsp;‘Sisters, observe’ … ‘this and this and this are mutations’ … ‘they originated here’ … many among us have the gene … others who don’t follow from curiosity … show them the pattern of how the gene found its way to the Languedoc … and back and back … ‘we tell in our legends of predecessors’ … ‘we have long initiated within a Boeotian as the Greeks called her’ … ‘before, one acolyte named Isis dared more’ … ‘here is what happened when she focused on Seirios at a most opportune time … show the focusing of the illumination of the supernova and how that mutated Isis’ genes … the very genes I showed earlier … let this all rest in our communal conscience …<br><br>… ‘now attend’ … and I feel a strange compulsion to go to her.&nbsp; A desire to be part of the whole...<br><br>… ‘show them!’; … Carlotta requests … … ‘who will accept with me the gift that Chloe offers?’ … ‘step forward, we have no more time’ …<br><br>Chloe produces a vial....it glows with a blue irridescence....I go forward....to accept the gift...I go with Carlotta … Huguette … Tangie … Circe … <br><br>Chloe looks at me with love:  “This will not harm you, my dearest.”<br><br>I prepare to accept my gift with the other Sisters who will do it too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>26-10-2018, 23:13:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… each sister I do not know receives a gentle touch … check each quickly for the mutation that makes this possible … and for the highest moral standards … several do not receive the real drug … a necessary subterfuge, Carlotta assured me … a drop to each …&nbsp; when I am done, I approach several who did not volunteer … they do not want this power, simple as that … too much temptation and they have made their decision … and those that do not have the mutation? … I assure them that I plan to work to learn the secret of the mutation to determine if it can be done safely … and finally, I can return to Kimmie … take her hand and lead her to Carlotta and Huguette … draw Mother and Tangie into our little circle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, I gave you the drug because I believe it will have a beneficial effect on you. What that will be, I don’t know. I do know it will not harm you. Perhaps it will provide some form of Foresight and Hindsight, perhaps something else entirely. Right now, we need to do something that isn’t usually done. and that is to share Insight with you. This is not usually done when Sisters are also lovers, because knowing the other’s heart and soul in this way is too much for many to bear. Yet with you I need to share our child as she becomes conscious, which she will become in a tiny sense yet today and then she will grow into the wonderful and independent person needed for our times. But we need to both hold her as she becomes conscious and the only way to do that is Insight between us.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeeze Kimmie’s hand … the others nod and remain silent …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So I suggest we return to our room and Huguette with us to make the introduction. We will witness Isis become aware and hold her close. Then we need to pack because we’re leaving the country tonight. Tangie, please come with us. Your office and apartment were both destroyed overnight. Same people who destroyed my lab. Our condo will meet the same fate tonight. Mother, I suggest you return as soon as possible to be with Daddy. They will begin harassing him Monday. Carlotta, I would like you to accompany us tonight. It will be easier for you to get home to Italy from where we are going and you still need to initiate me as the Deputy to the Eldest. We do not have time here to do that yet need enough Sisters to witness. We will have sisters where we are going, most Isis descendants too. Huguette, please accompany us tonight too. Kimmie needs to be trained as quickly as humanly possible. You and Carlotta please choose one other to accompany us. We must be 7 and Isis is our seventh.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Tangie recovers quickly from the shock … Carlotta agrees … Mother is concerned … rest my hand on her arm …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, you and Daddy come through this just fine. And you will see your granddaughter grow and flourish.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Carlotta and Huguette finish a quick conversation … Carlotta will invite her … <br><br>… we go to our rooms … sit cross legged on the bed facing each other … I wait for Huguette to introduce me to Kimmie … she is as warm in my mind as she is in … hold my mind very still as she looks around … ‘we will see things in each other’s minds best ignored’ … ‘not that we hide things, even though we can’ … we all have history that includes lots of pain and ugliness’ … ‘we ignore our past often in ourselves and here we have to ignore the other’s past’ … ‘now, let’s go visit Isis’ … … sense Huguette depart … courtesy … take Kimmie’s figurative hand and lead her downward … show her the small cluster of cells attached to the side of my womb … the beginnings of our daughter … then I show her how to step out from the physical cells to the space where awareness will soon arrive … and all of a sudden, a tiny flash of light … ‘welcome, Isis’ … we say that together … surround the light with our own … our child sleeps … we retreat … and let go each other’s minds reluctantly …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And now you know why we needed to be there together for her. She will soon enough become acquainted with Hindsight and Foresight, and before she is born she has no object references for any of the world we know. We are her interpreters until she can open her eyes and ears. She will be born knowing more about the world than any child before her.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we pack our meager belongings … knock at the door … it’s Mother …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And how is my granddaughter? I’ve come to welcome her and to say goodbye for a while.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we enter a three way hug … I share with Mother my memory of the the first spark … let her feel through me the beginnings of life … I share with Kimmie and Mother my love for Daddy … we all shed tears as Mother departs … a short time later we’re packed … knock at the door … Huguette … announcing dinner … and we are to depart half hour before sunset … as we enter the dining room, all the Sisters present rise, including Carlotta … word has gone out and unwanted leadership has bee thrust upon little Chloe ,,, we proceed to the table with Carlotta and Huguette and Tangie and one other I do not know except from earlier in the day when I gave her the drug … place my palms together …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Blessed Be, Sisters.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we sit … salads and tiny soups … vegetables and little protein … as it should be … have to keep bringing myself back to the dinner … my Foresight is seething …&nbsp; Carlotta is speaking of integrating with the gift … she is apparently one of the few to have found the lynchpin … yes, it is all individual … Hindsight too … drift … Carlotta nudges me mentally … ‘you’ll lose yourself Chloe’ … ‘stay present and look forward, avoid immersion’ … ah, she has learned something and teaches me … good to have wise sisters …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>27-10-2018, 17:32:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>The vial is distributed by Chloe, to each person.&nbsp; Only a few decline, not wanting the power.&nbsp; &nbsp;When its done, Chloe turns to&nbsp; me, with Carlotta, Circe, Huguette and Dr. Jensen present and says:<br><br>“Kimmie, I gave you the drug because I believe it will have a beneficial effect on you. What that will be, I don’t know. I do know it will not harm you. Perhaps it will provide some form of Foresight and Hindsight, perhaps something else entirely. Right now, we need to do something that isn’t usually done. and that is to share Insight with you. This is not usually done when Sisters are also lovers, because knowing the other’s heart and soul in this way is too much for many to bear. Yet with you I need to share our child as she becomes conscious, which she will become in a tiny sense yet today and then she will grow into the wonderful and independent person needed for our times. But we need to both hold her as she becomes conscious and the only way to do that is Insight between us.”<br><br>With those words, we retire to our room....<br><br>Chloe uses foresight to warn each of them what must be done.&nbsp; Tonight we leave for Sweden.&nbsp; The Noose of the Shadow is drawing close around us.&nbsp; We must leave.&nbsp; Not for our safety, but for the safety of Isis, and therefore the safety of Chloe.&nbsp; Circe is the most concerned....now the mother and soon to be a grandmother.&nbsp; Chloe assures her:<br><br>  “Mother, you and Daddy come through this just fine. And you will see your granddaughter grow and flourish.”<br><br>… Carlotta and Huguette finish a quick conversation … Carlotta will invite her to go to Italy with her … <br><br>In our room, Huguette arrives to begin the introduction of Chloe and I to complete Insight.&nbsp; To open up in such a manner is daunting.&nbsp; I will have no secrets from Chloe, nor she from I.&nbsp; And, the way our relationship began, I know those memories will be extremely painful to share.&nbsp; Hugette's voice speaks:<br><br>… ‘we will see things in each other’s minds best ignored’ … ‘not that we hide things, even though we can’ … we all have history that includes lots of pain and ugliness’ … ‘we ignore our past often in ourselves and here we have to ignore the other’s past’ … ‘now, let’s go visit Isis’ … … sense Huguette depart … <br><br>Chloe takes my hand in this world of Insight.&nbsp; It takes me a moment to realize where we are going....<br><br>We enter her womb!!&nbsp; I see a small cluster of cells....its Isis....tiny, microscopic Isis....yet here she is visible and alive. I sense Chloe speaking to her.&nbsp; Then understanding comes to me and I can hear Chloe's words to our daughter.&nbsp; OUR daughter.&nbsp; Emotion rips though me....joy....awe....peace....<br><br>&nbsp;‘welcome, Isis’ … we say that together … surround the light with our own … our child sleeps … <br><br>We break apart from our Insight bond....its almost hurts to let go of her.....&nbsp; <br><br>I hear Chloe say to me:<br><br>  “And now you know why we needed to be there together for her. She will soon enough become acquainted with Hindsight and Foresight, and before she is born she has no object references for any of the world we know. We are her interpreters until she can open her eyes and ears. She will be born knowing more about the world than any child before her.”<br><br>I nod....embrace her....cry a few tears for something so beautiful that I just experienced.....we begin to pack.<br><br>There is a light knock on the door.....Circe comes in:<br><br>  “And how is my granddaughter? I’ve come to welcome her and to say goodbye for a while.”<br><br>We three hug....Circe is shown Isis....I feel the love that we all share.....Daddy, Mr. Dawson, is with us in thought as well.<br><br>After that we go to a simple dinner.&nbsp; Chloe is now accepted as a leader. All the Sisters rise as she enters.&nbsp; <br><br>Dinner is quiet.&nbsp; I feel tired mentally, but alive physically.....I must be ready for the trip.&nbsp; I pick at my dinner....So much has happened.&nbsp; I reflect instead of eat......<br><br>After dinner....its time to leave.....Salem, the bonfire, the sharing, seeing our daughter.....is done.&nbsp; The struggle begins.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>28-10-2018, 02:52:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I force myself to eat, knowing what this night will bring … Kimmie doesn’t seem to be … lean over toward her …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, please eat. We, um, we won’t be able to for quite a few hours.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she may not have seen in my mind our mode of transportation for tonight … this will be rough … only I and the several sisters who operate the mansion for us know the plan … and I know it by means only recently learned …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… after dinner, we separate from the remaining guests of the mansion … gather in a back room with our little bits of luggage … the sisters distribute plastic bags and show us how to seal the bags … then we are given rain suits and boots … put those on over our clothing … we’re shown how to seal the wrists, ankles, and hood … then we step back to the walls and the floor opens to reveal a staircase … we walk down … lights come on as we pass and extinguish behind us … the floor closes behind us and we follow the tunnel down and down … finally reach the end where a stairway goes up to the ceiling … the ceiling opens and we climb … emerge inside a classic New England boathouse … a low, fast boat bobs gently next to us … two dressed as we are help us aboard … fasten lifejackets around us … and four-point seat belts … when we’re all seated, a hard cover is drawn over the seats … where the two who helped us – our pilots I assume – is unknown … reach for Kimmie’s hand … and cradle my most precious cargo within me …<br><br>… no one speaks … then a low hum and vibration … the boat has started … feel the boat move forward slowly … warily perhaps … the waves of the bay rock us … hope I don’t have morning sickness though probably too soon for that … slowly we head toward the east … somehow Foresight doesn’t see here … as if the tunnel and boat and its occupants are masked … a void in my vision … after what seems a long time, the boat picks up speed … seems to be skipping over the water now with an occasional lurch … guessing we turn north toward where Foresight picks up again … my brain does some calculations … 1200 miles or more of open ocean to reach Gander … the boat crashes on and on through what has to be the night … try to sleep … manage to go lightly and then bounce back awake by a particular rough lurch … and on and on …<br><br>… sometime later, the canopy takes on an eerie glow … getting light outside … we’ve been at this for perhaps 10 hours … I want to throw up … I want it to stop … but no respite … hold Kimmie’s hand and look to our future … hold Isis as my gut churns and she grows in spite of how I’m bounced on the waves …<br><br>… finally after a last bone jarring lurch, feel the boat start to slow … the light through the canopy has begoun to dim again … the boat slows further and then accelerates and comes to a scraping halt … we’ve grounded … intentionally I hope … the canopy opens and we’re helped off … water laps around our feet … the two pilots point up the beach to a path … then turn and work the boat back out into the water … we hear the engine start and it accelerates smoothly away … turn and head up the beach … as we arrive at the narrow path a figure in white waves us forward … up the path … between dunes and up a cliff … a sturdy house with windows lit … door open shining brightly like a beacon … we stagger inside … strip off our rain gear … I drop into a soft couch … a mug of something hot is presented me … a sip … ah yes! cocoa! … look for Kimmie … she’s next to me … with cocoa … look inside … find our Isis … she grows and sparkles … somehow she is calming me … wonder child! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>28-10-2018, 23:59:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>If anyone slept a wink, it would be a miracle.&nbsp; I certainly did not.&nbsp; A cold, damp, open ocean, boat ride through part of the North Atlantic.&nbsp; The boat surges, crashes, climbs, slices, and smashes through the ocean waves.&nbsp; <br><br>I worry that the bone jarring crashes will harm Chloe and the baby.....but there is nothing to do for that now.&nbsp; We are giving ourselves a chance to live and thereby a chance to fight.&nbsp; This 'inconvenience' must be endured.<br><br>By the time the engines begin to throttle back and the waves diminish to indicate a bay or a harbor, I am spent.&nbsp; Im too tired to get seasick, and too clammy to care.<br><br>The canopy pushes back and we are helped ashore.&nbsp; The strong smell of the ocean is the only aroma around.&nbsp; One of the pilots points up a sandy path and a figure on top of the dune waves us to come.&nbsp; &nbsp;We follow like automatons.&nbsp; Legs straining on soft sand. Circulation returning slowly....body heat?&nbsp; Not as fast...<br><br>We are led to a couch....something wonderfully warm, in a mug, is handed to us....hot cocoa....perfect. I would have guzzled down were it not so hot.&nbsp; Forced to sip it, it brings life back to my tired limbs.&nbsp; &nbsp;I snuggle next to Chloe and sense the baby is ok too.<br><br>We are allowed to relax a bit...then a hot dinner is served.....a chowder....milky white....seafood, potatoes...simple but delicious fare.&nbsp; We all eat.....probably more heartily that we realize.&nbsp; There is no end to the food.&nbsp; Dr. Jensen takes 3 full bowls.<br>.<br>Our benefactors have provided hot showers for us, and also clean our clothes.&nbsp; That night we sleep in two groups.&nbsp; Chloe and I share a bed and a bedroom with Huguette, Carlotta,and Dr. Jensen sharing an adjoining room. A new woman has has joined our entourage.&nbsp; She is Swedish, which will be of assistance....Her name is Ulla.... I see that tomorrow we will fly across the ocean.<br><br>The first use of my Foresight has occurred!<br><br>We are awoken at 3 AM.&nbsp; Dress hurridly in yesterday's clothes which have been laundered.&nbsp; Our breakfast is warm corn muffins and strong coffee.&nbsp; &nbsp;Two Humvees take us to an airstrip.&nbsp; Where we are?&nbsp; I dont know.&nbsp; We embark on a small jet.&nbsp; Within 20 minutes of arriving at the airstrip, we burst through the clouds and catch the beginning of the day.<br><br>The 5 of us talk.&nbsp; Sweden is our destination, now some 5 hours east of us.&nbsp; <br><br>This time, I manage to sleep.&nbsp; The comparison between the boat ride and a small jet is beyond words.<br><br>When Chloe gently rubs my shoulder, we are in Sweden.&nbsp; A small, but populated airstrip.&nbsp; &nbsp;I rub my eyes....I look around....I realize that there is no danger here.&nbsp; I dont know how I know?&nbsp; But we have escaped for the moment.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-10-2018, 04:44:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the Gulfstream in subtle Sisterhood colors lifts us before dawn … our rest was so wonderful … the gentle comfort food … sisters are so kind … must remember that as I teach us how to fight the Shadow … the Shadow must be defeated by gentleness … Gandhi and King’s passive resistance plus excessive gentleness … the yielding of our Chinese Sisters and their Tai Chi Chuan … and somehow we prevail … I cannot see how yet know I must and we must and we do …<br><br>… we fly through the night … Kimmie and Isis and the others … each deep in their thoughts … our new partner from Sweden seems stoic and blonde and a Valkyrie … we will rely on her, but not until we land … watch the dawn as I hold Kimmie’s hand and snuggle with our Isis … feel my body changing to sustain her … note the several things that lead to morning sickness and mitigate those … a trip to the bar on the Gulfstream for Absinthe and Grapefruit and Tomato and a few modifications to those before they touch metabolism and all is well … marvel at how Foresight and Insight together can actually allow me to manipulate biochemistry … change how a protein folds … need to learn more and communicate what I know to those who can be trusted with this art …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I love you, Kimmie. Thank you for being here with us!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… watch out the window as we traverse what a gentle nudge at communal memory reveals to be the Skagerrak and Kattegat parts of the North Sea intruding between Norway and Denmark and then over land north of Gothenburg when we begin our descent over Sweden … our adopted home, soon to be … the landing into Bromma airport northwest of Stockholm is smooth … … our plane is met by a passenger van … we disembark and after a short ride, we come to a nondescript building&nbsp; spanning one block of the downtown street … the van pulls into an opening in the building into a parking area … we climb out, holding our few belongings … our Swedish companion ushers us inside … Kimmie and I are shown to a second floor suite … a fine Swedish Modern apartment … we’re told Swedish Customs will&nbsp; be visiting soon to inquire …&nbsp; we deposit our belongings in the bedroom except for our papers … the expected knock …<br><br>… the man and woman enter … present credentials … I record these on my phone … they ask our purpose for visiting … I reply, ‘my wife and I request asylum’ … they ask for what grounds … I hand them the newspaper article and we show our passports … they take photographs and ask us to remain available for further discussions … and welcome us to Sweden … when they leave, I take Kimmie’s hand and walk to the window …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Guess we’re not in Boston anymore!”</span></span><br><br><div align="center">(http://i64.tinypic.com/2cika2p.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-10-2018, 01:32:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div>“I love you, Kimmie. Thank you for being here with us!”<br><br>I hear that in my mind.....but sleep on.&nbsp; <br><br>When the descent begins, we all somehow wake up.&nbsp; There is general stirring in the cabin.&nbsp; The view below us changes from open sea to land, to sea....to bays....we get lower and lower until the rubber of the tires screeches the announcement that we have landed.<br><br>I dont know where we are, but we all deplane together.&nbsp; Huguette and Dr. Jensen, followed by Carlotta and Ulla, Chloe and I follow.<br><br>We are met by a van.&nbsp; Ulla takes charge, speaking with the driver as we enter the van.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/fa/24/8dfa24d770d9dde0d31a701bf1501b93.jpg)</div><br>We drive for about 30 minutes and arrive at a bland building in the middle of the city.&nbsp; Ulla hustles us out of the van and into the building....perhaps this is our Swedish home?&nbsp; Perhaps a waystation along the way.<br><br>Chloe and I are escorted to the 2nd floor....and a beautiful suite.&nbsp; The inside décor of the building is not what you'd expect looking at the outside.&nbsp; Ulla tells us that Swedish Customs will meet us here.<br><br>Chloe handles the interview from Customs 20 minutes later.&nbsp; &nbsp;Our request for asylum....no promises....no denials....Ulla smiles then escorts our visitor our of our room.&nbsp; Chloe takes my hand as we gaze out the window.&nbsp; I place one hand on her stomach to feel where our baby lives....and grows.....I feel warm inside.&nbsp; <br><br>  “Guess we’re not in Boston anymore!”<br><br>I smile....kiss her softly.....<em>"We made it...."</em>&nbsp; I feel an odd sensation....I look at Chloe....<br><br><em>"Dont worry, we are safe here".....</em>&nbsp; Im not sure if Chloe thinks that's more than relief on my part or not?<br><br>I dont know how I can say that?&nbsp; But is a feeling I have.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>31-10-2018, 23:12:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… our kiss is wonderful … feel some of the stress flow out of me … feel maybe our little sparkle inside me … break and just stand at the window, looking out on the bright canal … may have to take up boating … Foresight nudges me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes Kimmie, we’re safe for a while. Long enough and then some. The Shadow is confused.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… look around the flat … our belongings are on the table … we’ll need to do lots of shopping … knock at the door … Ulla announces herself …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Come in, it’s unlocked!”</span></span><br><div class="floatright">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/7/72/Blaxsta_Vidal_Icewine_2005_bottle.jpg/74px-Blaxsta_Vidal_Icewine_2005_bottle.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she enters, bearing a bottle … explains that this is a welcome gift from the clinic … goes to the cupboard in the kitchen and takes out three wine glass … expertly uncorked the bottle … pours a bit into one glass and tastes … nods and pours three glasses indicates we should sit as she sets the glasses on the coffee table … when we are seated and have ours, she lifts hers …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Skål Cheers. Welcome to the next phase of your lives.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip … not bad … she explains that this is a Swedish wine and that viticulture is very new here … take another sip … very nice … she continues …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I hope now is a good time for a fairly lengthy set of explanations. The dinner and a quick trip through a dry goods store so you can acquire the minimum you’ll need for the night. I think a bit of shopping everyday will be prudent, not a huge trip to get what you need all at once.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… nod and sip the wine … I’ll need food soon …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “First, I’m Ulla. I’ll be your guide and secretary and social advisor and translator and whatever else you need me to do for as long as you need me to do it. Sister Carlotta has explained some things behind what I witnessed at Salem. The Sisterhood is deeply in your debt and will do all we can to support you in your several tasks.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; nod in agreement …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Thank you, Ulla. This has been rough. I trust Carlotta told you I&nbsp; am in the very early stages of pregnancy, so I would like to establish a relationship soon with physician who specializes in such things. We would call these an Obstetrician and Gynecologist. And our traveling companion, Dr. Tangie Jensen, will also attend me.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I like her smile …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You will have your choice of the finest doctors and facilities in Sweden. Me, I’m a failed physician. Too much memorizing and comprehension and I just couldn’t manage. But I work at the clinic and learn more and more each day so all things considered it was a serendipity for us that I was in Salem as one of Sweden’s representatives and that I was with the clinic. The clinic I refer to is the Centre for Gender Medicine and Research, Karolinska Institutet. We performed the first uterine transplant that yielded the first successful pregnancy back in 2014. The Centre looks forward to setting up facilities for your research and to enrolling you in the Doktorand program, equivalent in rigor to your PhD program. When you are rested and settled in, I’ll take you on a tour. I warn you, they’re planning an informal reception., only because a formal reception would reveal too much to our enemies.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Kimmie’s hand grips mine when Ulla refers to the transplant … Foresight clears another hurdle … yes, Kimmie will be a full woman one of these days … and maybe bear a little sister or brother for Isis … that I cannot see …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So what can you tell us about our request for asylum and so forth?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; she sips her wine and nods …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Earlier today was perfunctory. Those were the paper pushers. People in very high places are aware of your presence here and have some hints of what you were working on. Others are Sisters and understand the war that is emerging. So please don’t worry about asylum. This building was specifically chosen for you because although you don’t see it, this is a fortress. There’s an elite force guarding this building, for you and for other purposes I don’t know so can’t disclose. The US Government is currently baffled what happened. I don’t know if you’re aware, the mansion at Salem was destroyed in a huge fire not long after our departure. The Sisterhood chose to sacrifice it as a further distraction and to cover up the means of our escape. Oh, and no one was hurt. Arson investigators will find faulty wiring. The Sisterhood will rebuild, a facility more suited to today’s needs and certainly better protected for the days to come.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; sigh …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Wow. That is so sad. I remember visiting there for ‘summer camp’ when I was a girl Kimmie. That’s where I learned what being a sister was all about andthe first steps to Insight. A big dormitory with lots of girls sleeping on mats on the floor. Camping i tents and sleeping outside. All those things good little witches do.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; sip of wine … my stomach complains …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Is it too early to eat Ulla? You’re in the same boat as us, so to speak.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>03-11-2018, 22:23:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>We settle in....slowly....but its all working finally.&nbsp; She speaks....its good to hear a friendly voice in this new land.<br><br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/fa/24/8dfa24d770d9dde0d31a701bf1501b93.jpg)</div>“First, I’m Ulla. I’ll be your guide and secretary and social advisor and translator and whatever else you need me to do for as long as you need me to do it. Sister Carlotta has explained some things behind what I witnessed at Salem. The Sisterhood is deeply in your debt and will do all we can to support you in your several tasks.”<br><br>We all nod with this good and helpful news.&nbsp; Chloe replies in gratitude for us all:<br><br>  “Thank you, Ulla. This has been rough. I trust Carlotta told you I&nbsp; am in the very early stages of pregnancy, so I would like to establish a relationship soon with physician who specializes in such things. We would call these an Obstetrician and Gynecologist. And our traveling companion, Dr. Tangie Jensen, will also attend me.”<br><br>Ulla fills Chloe in particular, but all of us as a group about what we have at our disposal for services and help:<br><br>  “You will have your choice of the finest doctors and facilities in Sweden. Me, I’m a failed physician. Too much memorizing and comprehension and I just couldn’t manage. But I work at the clinic and learn more and more each day so all things considered it was a serendipity for us that I was in Salem as one of Sweden’s representatives and that I was with the clinic. The clinic I refer to is the Centre for Gender Medicine and Research, Karolinska Institutet. We performed the first uterine transplant that yielded the first successful pregnancy back in 2014. The Centre looks forward to setting up facilities for your research and to enrolling you in the Doktorand program, equivalent in rigor to your PhD program. When you are rested and settled in, I’ll take you on a tour. I warn you, they’re planning an informal reception., only because a formal reception would reveal too much to our enemies.”<br><br>When Ulla mentions the transplants I give Chloe's hand a gentle squeeze.&nbsp; Perhaps there are service here to which I might avail myself.&nbsp; I am neither man nor woman right now....but I could easily, and desire to be, female.<br><br>  “So what can you tell us about our request for asylum and so forth?” asks Chloe.<br><br>…Ulla fills us in on the destruction of the Salem house as soon as we departed.&nbsp; I sense something....a good something....our tracks have momentarily, at least, been covered up and lost by the Shadow.&nbsp; I feel their confusion....and a resolve that this embarrassment needs to be righted. <br><br>I re-focus on Ulla as she completes her report on Salem to us:<br><br>"...….. The Sisterhood will rebuild, a facility more suited to today’s needs and certainly better protected for the days to come.”<br><br>…&nbsp; sigh …<br><br>  “Wow. That is so sad. I remember visiting there for ‘summer camp’ when I was a girl Kimmie. That’s where I learned what being a sister was all about andthe first steps to Insight. A big dormitory with lots of girls sleeping on mats on the floor. Camping i tents and sleeping outside. All those things good little witches do.” #Giggle<br><br>I smile along with Chloe....squeeze her hand again....Im also wondering, how I knew the Shadow was embarrassed....how did I know that we are now completely safe.&nbsp; In this one moment in time.&nbsp; Nothing is near us of approaching us that is dangerous.....<br><br>  “Is it too early to eat Ulla? You’re in the same boat as us, so to speak.”<br><br>Something has happened to me....I'll discuss it with Chloe at a more appropriate and private time.....I do know we are safe....and I do sense changes for me....physically likely....again though....no danger there either....<br><br>"I could eat, I think.....".....I smile at all the Sisters present.....not one of them harbors a single shred of a threat to us.&nbsp; I can almost see them differently than 24 hours ago.....really odd!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-11-2018, 04:23:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Ulla agrees on dinner and takes out her phone … the cafeteria isn’t quite ready yet … half hour and appetizers could be ready and then dinner …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Ulla, who all will be using these dining facilities? Where are Carlotta and Tangie and Huguette staying?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “They are all here Chloe. It’s small, the cafeteria I mean. This place is huge with lots of as yet unused space. Right now the cafeteria has a&nbsp; cook and a general helper. We’ll all figure out the hours we need it tomorrow or the next day. In a few days, all will be down to one or a very few entrées and those will be available for discussion the previous day. This facility is all for you two and Tangie and Huguette and me and and whoever else we decide we want to work or live here. The security is totally separate, you’ll never see that as long as things are normal. We’re all learning how important our gang of seven is, and for the time being nothing is less important to the Sisterhood and therefore because of certain personnel to the government of Sweden. Let it ride, Chloe. The Sisterhood and you are paying for it. We can all afford it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeeze Kimmie’s hand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Please tell us where to go and we’ll head there in a half hour. Kimmie and I need some time alone.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… down one level and left … okay … Ulla departs … pour Kimmie and I a bit more wine … snuggle close to her …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Foresight sees you pregnant, Kimmie, and delivering a baby. A sister to Isis. Your womb and ovaries and my sperm. I have not clue how that works but I think I know the biology. Think about it. The transplants they’ve done have been from genetic relatives, mothers and sisters. We – or I – have to figure out how to grow one from your cells. There have been hints in the literature on growing specific organs but no documented success published yet. Trick here is to make ovaries out of your testicles and transfer your genetics to ovaries and mine to sperm. Stuff that will probably never be published because it’s too close to what many people would term breeding the master race. The Sisterhood will need to figure this one out after we prove it can be done. So start thinking of names for Isis’ little sister.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sip of the wine while she absorbs this … then continue …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’ll be busy in the lab a whole lot for the next 8 months. I need to get everything in place so that others can do work while we bring Isis into our world. After that, your transplant and insemination and delivery. I hope we’ll be able to explore Stockholm and Europe before Isis gets too big. I’ve done Europe before with Mother and Daddy and oh that reminds me I better call Mother. No wait, I need to talk to Ulla about how to do that without giving away our location to the Shadow. We need to remember security now, because all of us are in the same situation and any one of us could mess it up for all of us.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>04-11-2018, 18:16:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Ulla explains this building, our new sanctuary.&nbsp; Bleak in appearance but ready to take care of us.&nbsp; I perk up at the mention of 'security':<br><br>".....The security is totally separate, you’ll never see that as long as things are normal. We’re all learning how important our gang of seven is, and for the time being nothing is less important to the Sisterhood and therefore because of certain personnel to the government of Sweden. Let it ride, Chloe. The Sisterhood and you are paying for it. We can all afford it.”<br><br>Chloe gives my hand a loving squeeze.&nbsp; For now, I know that Ulla is right.&nbsp; We are totally safe here and completely unseen by our enemies.&nbsp; For the moment, they have lost us.<br><br>  “Please tell us where to go and we’ll head there in a half hour. Kimmie and I need some time alone.” Chloe requests.<br><br>When Ulla leaves, Chloe and I press together in a loving little snuggle....she pours us each a glass of wine.&nbsp; After taking a small sip, she says to me:<br><br>  “Foresight sees you pregnant, Kimmie, and delivering a baby. A sister to Isis. Your womb and ovaries and my sperm. I have not clue how that works but I think I know the biology. Think about it. The transplants they’ve done have been from genetic relatives, mothers and sisters. We – or I – have to figure out how to grow one from your cells. There have been hints in the literature on growing specific organs but no documented success published yet. Trick here is to make ovaries out of your testicles and transfer your genetics to ovaries and mine to sperm. Stuff that will probably never be published because it’s too close to what many people would term breeding the master race. The Sisterhood will need to figure this one out after we prove it can be done. So start thinking of names for Isis’ little sister.”<br><br>My mouth drops with this bombshell of good news!&nbsp; Me....pregnant....carrying a baby....nurturing life inside of me....That would mean....I'll be a woman....completely.....and finally....I turn to Chloe still in amazement.....and kiss her on the lips...<br><br><em>"A child Chloe....you and I....again!....a real sister for Isis....."</em>&nbsp; My heart is beating a mile a minute!<br><br>  “I’ll be busy in the lab a whole lot for the next 8 months. I need to get everything in place so that others can do work while we bring Isis into our world. After that, your transplant and insemination and delivery. I hope we’ll be able to explore Stockholm and Europe before Isis gets too big. I’ve done Europe before with Mother and Daddy and oh that reminds me I better call Mother. No wait, I need to talk to Ulla about how to do that without giving away our location to the Shadow. We need to remember security now, because all of us are in the same situation and any one of us could mess it up for all of us.”<br><br>I look at her...and take both of her hands in mine.....<em>"Listen my love....there are things thou needest to know"</em>.....<br><br>She looks at me a bit confused perhaps?<br><br><em>"Since you blessed me with the gift of Foresight, things have been happening.&nbsp; Right now, I dont have Foresight as you and the Sisters have.&nbsp; At this moment, I can sense danger.&nbsp; I can see if something is going to happen to you, the baby, or me.&nbsp; I think....but Im not sure, that I can also sense it for those nearby to me."</em><br><br><em>"While you have said your Foresight allows you to look ahead, over trees and valleys to see a general future.&nbsp; My Foresight is localized as far as I can tell.&nbsp; I can go into one of those valleys and know if its dangerous.&nbsp; I cant tell what's going to happen, but I think I can sense if we should not be there or it there's a threat.&nbsp; Its all new....it may all change...but that is what I know in my private places in Insight.&nbsp; We are safe here Chloe, for now.&nbsp; Our enemies are befuddled. They have lost us and are not looking in Europe.&nbsp; They think we are in.....in.......I cant quite make it out....its either Brazil or Cuba.....they seek us there now....and will for a while."</em><br><br>I take a sip of my wine and let this revelation settle in on Chloe.&nbsp; Perhaps I will be more of an asset than I had once imagined?<br><br>My thoughts go back to being a mother....and before that.....a woman!<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-11-2018, 01:48:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie all of a sudden speaks a bit quaintly … and reveals the beginnings of what is her ‘Foresight’ … wow! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Wow, that’s great Kimmie! Um, both things, your tilt on Foresight and that they’re totally off. They will find us eventually. Too many people know to keep it secret from the spies.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… feel so close to my dear, sweet love …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I bet Huguette will help your skill develop and strengthen as she trains you. Mental and emotional concentration are what this is all about, an internal self discipline plus a body of knowledge to draw on. You’ll learn history from the point of view of the wives and mothers and daughters of all the men who try to run the world. We don’t judge them, not most of them anyway. There’s a few like Nero and Caligula and Rodrigo Borgia and Nicholas Eymerich and Rasputin and Joe McCarthy that we do judge and attempt to defang by whatever means are necessary. Those times are upon us again and much much worse because the scope and evil is global and the goddess has always done what is possible to diminish its effect if not defeat it completely..”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit a bit longer … then we head for dinner … a small dining room … table with 8 places set … Huguette and Carlotta, then Tangie and Ulla enter … each gives us both a hug and kiss on the cheek as sisters do when in private … we six with Isis makes 7 sit and soon meet our cook and her assistant … the exchange of initiation follows … she and the assistant learn that all of us except Kimmie and Tangie rank them and that we do not care … and Huguette inquires whether they are adequately served by their teachers … that too will develop … more important though, we tell them that I am pregnant and desire greens and may have cravings … emphasis on ‘the goddess’ food’ from gardens … light on protein … they express joy that this is what they prepared and will try to achieve in this cold climate … and that the greenhouse n the roof is open for our inspection and assistance … I ask for a tour … seems a good place to meditate … salads are laid …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Carlotta, do you plan to return to Italy soon? Now may be a good time to do so and say your farewells. Here is where we will conduct our operations and we have a respite. Caoimhe has something to share from her gift. I suspect she is able to do more than see – a rogue talent – and that she and Huguette can explore that further. Kimmie, please tell us what you told me earlier.”</span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>05-11-2018, 12:39:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div>Chloe is thrilled at my Foresight abilities.&nbsp; Even though not the same as the other Sisters, it seems that I have achieved something of a milestone!<br><br>We both realize the bestowing of the gift on someone with the Y chromosome, is new, and untested.&nbsp; I am, not entirely male by any means.&nbsp; I suspect I've gone into my own niche at this point.&nbsp; Only time will tell if I develope as did the other females or if this track continues on its own?<br><br>We all head to dinner and meet our chefs.&nbsp; Naturally, they are Sisters as well and are fully aware of who we are and why we are here.&nbsp; I do detect a visual query from the assistant.&nbsp; She is obviously sensitive to my 'difference' though may not know what it is exactly?<br><br>We review our meals and meal preparations.&nbsp; They are more than adequately ready for this.&nbsp; <br><br>Once the introductions have been warmly completed, we are all served fresh, vibrant looking salads.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chloe addresses the women assembled at the table:<br><br>“Carlotta, do you plan to return to Italy soon? Now may be a good time to do so and say your farewells. Here is where we will conduct our operations and we have a respite. Caoimhe has something to share from her gift. I suspect she is able to do more than see – a rogue talent – and that she and Huguette can explore that further. Kimmie, please tell us what you told me earlier.”<br><br>All eyes turn towards me.&nbsp; I smile, a sort of shy smile.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Well as I was explaining to Chloe.&nbsp; Her Foresight allows her to see ahead....bit events, destinies an so forth.&nbsp; She described it to us as flying over valleys.&nbsp; She can see each valley clearly, but not necessarily anything clearly, in those valleys.&nbsp; &nbsp;As of right now, the Gift, seems to have given me the ability to look into those valleys.&nbsp; While I do not see the big picture, instead I see the smaller, more specific picture"</em><br><br><em>"Right now, I am, with a great deal of certainty, able to detect danger, on a limited scale.&nbsp; I know that we are all safe here right now.&nbsp; There is no danger nearby. I can sense danger for any of us, if we stay together.&nbsp; If we seperate, as we must do, I fear I will lose the ability to detect danger for those out of my little sphere."</em><br><br>&nbsp;<em> " I have also sensed, or dare I be bold enough to say, I know....that the Shadow seeks us elsewhere.&nbsp; Brazil and Cuba is where they are focusing their efforts.&nbsp; &nbsp;These are the gifts Foresight has given me.&nbsp; &nbsp;Whether it is permanent, temporary, or will change entirely, I do not know.&nbsp; &nbsp;Huguette, I hope, will work with me to determine more fully, if I have any real capabilities and if so, develope them with proper training"</em><br><br>Huguette and Carlotta look at me with a peaceful glance.&nbsp; They seem less surprised than any of the others.&nbsp; Ulla and Dr. Jensen seem mildly surprised and perhaps, rightly so, a bit skeptical.&nbsp; I know that would be my reaction as well.<br><br>As if by common assent, we all begin to nibble at our salads. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-11-2018, 23:40:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the looks around the table at Kimmie’s assertions range from calm acceptance to surprise if not scepticism … Ulla seems quite unsure …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Nothing here Ulla to assure us we can let down our guards. Simply an additional sense of ”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… feel so close to my dear, sweet love … Huguette asserts and Carlotta agrees that Kimmie’s normal course of instruction would be preferred …<br><br>… Tangie seems still in awe of the company she has found herself in …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Tangie, I’d like you to be my personal physician. Kimmie’s too if she desires. We’re both used to American medicine, not that what I believe we’ll find here is inferior, just cultural differences. So given that, I would like you to accompany me as I tour the clinic and the academic facilities here. You can start to integrate with the physicians and hospitals and other services here and hopefully find your way into practice here. I know this has been a huge trauma to you. Please let me know how I can help.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Ulla has something further …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We have to ask you to not use your personal phones here. They give away our location to the cellular system if they do work here in Europe. And if they don’t, they’re worthless. We will have people here next week to show you what we’d prefer you use, that are both secure and work in our cellular system here. And I have a few devices you can borrow to call people back in the US or around Europe securly. They won’t learn your location because at least in this building, your location is ambiguous, as Kimmie put it Brazil or Cuba or any of several other places. They know you’re doing this, don’t please think they don’t. But they’re powerless at the moment to do anything about it. Please turn your devices off for the time being.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we nod … as she speaks, something nags urgently at my Foresight … something neither peak nor valley … a torrent of blood … close my eyes … waves and waves … look up … around the tabler … Carlotta’s eyes are closed … Ulla drones on … stare at the Eldest … as though she senses my gaze, she turns her face ot me and opens her eyes … the vision is in her too! … her smile is so peaceful … what does she know that I do not? … she leans over to Huguette … says something I cannot hear … Huguette glances at me …&nbsp; her face frozen … I read her lips … ‘as you wish, Eldest’ … ‘blessed be’ …<br><br>… the vision falls away … dinner … Ulla telling Tangie and Kimmie of the danger of the cell phone network and giving away location … Huguette nods to me … she has something to tell me that can wait … Carlotta looks my way … holds a finger to her lips … ‘’silence, child’ … silence in the face of something I do not know … I try to return to my meal … and hope that Kimmie cannot perceive what is roaring through me …<br><br>… we make our way through dinner … Carlotta tells stories of her early times in the sisterhood in Italy … the giddiness of new found knowledge and secrecy … dancing around the ribbon pole … and the fire … I have to work to eat … my body demands food yet my soul wishes to rush forward … I decline coffee with the dessert … a fruit blintz with whipped cream … so sweet … half of mine is enough … Carlotta looks around the table …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Blessed Be, Sisters. We will be together for Breakfast and then alas I must depart.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the torrent roars in my vision … what? … Carlotta rises and we all stand too … Huguette takes me aside on the way out …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe, I know we are all fatigued beyond belief. Yet the Eldest has asked that you receive a lesson yet tonight. Please take Caoimhe back to your rooms and come to my room skyclad. This will take until well after midnight.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ‘has asked’ … ‘has commanded’ more likely … take Kimmie’s hand and we return to our rooms … inside I hold her and kiss her gently … I hope she cannot feel my soul tremble …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, Carlotta has asked Huguette to tell me something tonight. So please go to bed and I’ll be back when this is over.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… in our bedroom, I unpack enough to get my robe … naked under the robe and with the hood thrown back, make my way to Huguette’s room … hood up as I approach her door … knock … the door yields to my knock … swings open<br><br>… chalk markings on the floor inside the threshold … she has wards in place … I accept her wards and feel lighter as I step over the markings … close the door behind me … then turn … a full initiation circle on the floor … this is more than a lesson … something in me is unsurprised … … remove the robe and drop it by the entrance to the circle … skyclad, step to my place … stand and wait … and the wait is not long … the goddess is invoked … and for the first time in my life I am her sole focus … the goddess shows me a terrible truth … calls it the greatest gift … teaches that it will be mine to give later … implies but does not say that The Eldest is committed to it soon … displays in my Hindsight many of the times it has been given <br>&nbsp;throughout our history … the torrent has its explanation and purpose …<br><br>… stand quietly now … absorbing … the goddess continues … I will attend her every 7<sup>th</sup> eve … and this will culminate in a way that I would quail before yet the goddess holds me and shows how to endure … the terrible truth … and my role in it before I too will give it … Foresight shows that it will be enough … and that Isis will have what she needs to succeed in her role before she too must give … her giving will be glorious … like sister Joan only more … feel the tiny presence in my womb absorb all this … one who will not need initiation … my poor, wonderful child …<br><br>… the goddess fades … turn and step out of the circle … don my robe … return to our rooms … climb into bed next to Kimmie … hold her as she sleeps … realize that I no longer need to sleep … on my back, begin the exercises to restore the body … … my mind and soul begin to plan the multiple pieces of research … my exercises are complete before dawn shows through the curtains … roll to my side and wrap an arm around Kimie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Good morning, my love. The next day in our life begins!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>06-11-2018, 23:35:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>My revelation takes the Sisters at different degrees of agreement....Carlotta and Huguette take it in stride.&nbsp; They both agree that more formal education is in order, but also seem to be of the opinion that "who knows, we've never seen this....maybe the dear new sister is truly experiencing something new?"<br><br>Dr. Jensen and Ulla are a bit more skeptical but, to be honest, I dont blame them.&nbsp; Having a sense of something is far different from actually knowing I can do something.&nbsp; Time will tell if the skeptics are right or do I truly have a gift?<br><br><br>Chloe adjusts the subject by requesting that Dr. Jensen be her physician during her pregnancy....I readily add my assertion of "yes" when asked if I'd like to be included.&nbsp; Little does Dr. Jensen know that I will be pregnant sometime after Isis is born....<br><br>… Ulla has something further in terms of security and secrecy:<br><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/8d/fa/24/8dfa24d770d9dde0d31a701bf1501b93.jpg)</div><br><br>  “We have to ask you to not use your personal phones here. They give away our location to the cellular system if they do work here in Europe. And if they don’t, they’re worthless. We will have people here next week to show you what we’d prefer you use, that are both secure and work in our cellular system here. And I have a few devices you can borrow to call people back in the US or around Europe securly. They won’t learn your location because at least in this building, your location is ambiguous, as Kimmie put it Brazil or Cuba or any of several other places. They know you’re doing this, don’t please think they don’t. But they’re powerless at the moment to do anything about it. Please turn your devices off for the time being.”<br><br>Dinner is awkward.&nbsp; While Dr. Jensen and I listen to Ulla tell of cellphone foibles, my Insight picks up a strong conversation passing between Carlotta, Huguette and Chloe.&nbsp; &nbsp;Somethings up with that trio.&nbsp; And, knowing the rank of the Sisters involved in this conversation, its has to be important.&nbsp; I dont try to 'listen in'.&nbsp; Instead I sit and chat with Ulla and Dr. Jensen....(who asks me to call her Tangie as well!).&nbsp; I marvel a bit that neither of them are hearing the background of the conversation?&nbsp; Am I picking things up because of my connection with Chloe??<br><br>The Insight conversation ends.&nbsp; Carlotta returns to the verbal dinnertime chats, reveling us with stories of you youth in Italy and how she became a Sister.<br><br>  “Blessed Be, Sisters. We will be together for Breakfast and then alas I must depart.” she announces....And I am greatly saddened by that news.&nbsp; I know that when she leaves, I will not be able to watch over her....then again....Does Carlotta need my protection??&nbsp; A new Sister to guard the Eldest?&nbsp; <br><br>Once back in our room, Chloe takes my hand.....She is troubled somewhat....I kiss her gently.....<br><br>“Kimmie, Carlotta has asked Huguette to tell me something tonight. So please go to bed and I’ll be back when this is over.”<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I nod....I smile....I suspected something was transpiring with all the Insight conversation at dinner.&nbsp; I know that my role as her wife is going to me things like this.&nbsp; All I can do is support her and help her.&nbsp; This is part of our new 'normal'.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"Of course, I understand....Im exhausted anyway....My mind needs to recover a bit...." </em> I kiss her and smile....<em>"There is no danger either"</em><br><br>I sleep the deepest, most restful sleep I have ever experienced.&nbsp; I wonder if Huguette has given me an "Insight Sleeping Pill"&nbsp; or something restorative in deep thoughts?<br><br>I awaken slowly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chloe is wrapped around me.&nbsp; I dont stir....I dont want to awaken her.&nbsp; And, from a selfish standpoint, I love being wrapped in her arms and I dont want this feeling to end too soon.&nbsp; Finally, she moves, I turn to her, nuzzle in closely and kiss her....She smiles:<br><br>“Good morning, my love. The next day in our life begins!”<br><br>"Yes indeed....'Our' life....."&nbsp; I hold her close and just enjoy being in her arms, and she in mine.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-11-2018, 02:23:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we rise … a wonderful dawn shows through the curtains I open … facing the east … the sunrise … and we sleep heads north … so right … sisters designed this for sisters, so obviously …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Dress for a day on our feet, Kimmie. Our friends her are rightfully proud of what they have and they know we bring important changes. And we will see Carlotta for the last time, so we send our love with her where she goes.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… dress in the only pants I have, a pair of tight jeans, and a bra and loose white blouse … best of what I have … won’t matter to Carlotta and will look inferior where we are toured today and I don’t care about the latter …<br><br>… we go to breakfast … when Carlotta arrives, she beckons me to to her&nbsp; … ‘Chloe, now you know so much more’ … ‘and so much less, I understand that too’ … ‘here, here is my gift to you and to young Isis’ … ‘in it you will find all I know and more beyond that’ … she presses a locket on a chain into my hand … helps me with the chain ‘round my neck … next to the vial of our future … and she abruptly turns before I can question to guide me by the elbow back toward Kimmie … <br><br>… she takes her seat … we ours … Huguette and Tangie and Ulla arrive … sunshine from the dawn edges across the floor … a French breakfast … a light, green salad and crepes with fruit preserves … I eat lightly … like sleep, I need food less … ponder the gift … knowing her path, it is more precious … will ponder it when I can hold it … tonight while Kimmie and Isis sleep …<br><br>… Ulla announces the tour begins shortly after breakfast …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Sisters, we all need to know this building, it’s our home until it isn’t. The tour of the clinic is for me and Tangie, and Huguette and Kimmie if they wish. The labs is for me and Tangie and will go very specialized. So let’s plan a break shortly after lunch and Huguette and Tangie can come back here. I believe they have much to do together.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when Carlotta stands, I stand too … squeeze Kimmie’s hand and release it … only Huguette knows what this moment is and she – bless her – steps back to allow Carlotta and I the time we need … our embrace is so painful to me … and bless her she holds me up … and she and I both know where she goes and how that will end … whisper …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Blessed Be!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she back … ‘Blessed Be! … and of a sudden I am at peace … she releases me … ‘thou are Eldest, Chloe’ … ‘guide us as she will’ … and her touch is gone … none follow as she departs … Huguette shows a momentary pang … I go to her … take her hands …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Is this not a wonderful moment, Sister? Let us rejoice!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… somewhere inside, The Eldest stirs and through my hands is given what she needs … my merged Insight and Foresight marks Carlotta exiting our building into a Taxi to Arlanda Airport … later she will arrive in Rome … and meet her fate …<br><br>… I return to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay Ulla, let our tour begin! And thank you all for the wonderful breakfast!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Isis and her parents hold our family close … we head for the elevators as our tour of the building begins …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>07-11-2018, 12:29:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>After some snuggling together, Chloe arises as I watch.&nbsp; She begins to dress and suggests to me what will be most practical for our agenda today:<br><br>“Dress for a day on our feet, Kimmie. Our friends her are rightfully proud of what they have and they know we bring important changes. And we will see Carlotta for the last time, so we send our love with her where she goes.”<br><br>I wiggle into my favorite pair of jeans....I see Chloe putting on a white blouse.&nbsp; After I put on my dark blue bra, I opt for a flower print blouse on a black background....It buttons up the back and is really, really comfortable.&nbsp; I put on my walking shoes....brush my hair and just the tiniest bit of make-up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Im done and ready for the activities of the day.<br><br>At breakfast Carlotta gives Chloe a locket.&nbsp; They exchange some private words while she helps Chloe put it on.<br><br>Carlotta brings her back to our seats.....the others join us all for breakfast.<br><br>I know this is a French breakfast, but at the moment Im too 'americanized' to have salad for breakfast.&nbsp; I focus in on the crepes and preserves and a cup of good strong coffee.<br><br>Ulla announces the tour begins shortly after breakfast and Chloe endorses the idea:<br><br>  “Sisters, we all need to know this building, it’s our home until it isn’t. The tour of the clinic is for me and Tangie, and Huguette and Kimmie if they wish. The labs is for me and Tangie and will go very specialized. So let’s plan a break shortly after lunch and Huguette and Tangie can come back here. I believe they have much to do together.”<br><br>Carlotta readies herself to depart....a word with Chloe.&nbsp; I sense a feeling of peace come over the group.&nbsp; Then, she turns and walks away.&nbsp; I have no idea if I will ever see her again or not.&nbsp; I feel both sadness in her parting, and happiness for her as she returns home....to the place she wants and needs to be.<br><br><br>Chloe returns to me, we stand closely together.<br><br> “Okay Ulla, let our tour begin! And thank you all for the wonderful breakfast!”<br><br>I follow along with the group.&nbsp; Im interested in the clinic.&nbsp; At first glance, its quite impressive.&nbsp; When Ulla begins to describe the type of research going on as well as the medical help at the stand-by, it adds to the magnitude of what is going on in this building.<br><br>Ulla and Tangie discuss the medical and health care options available here, while Chloe concentrates on the research processes.&nbsp; &nbsp;Huguette and I stand politely and listen.&nbsp; She turns to me and says in a whisper:<br><br>"This afternoon while our fellow Sisters discuss science, you and I will retire to my room and explore the wondrous new Foresight with which the Goddess has blessed you.&nbsp; It's new to us all and a gift that cannot be ignored"<br><br>I smile at her:&nbsp; <em>"I'd like that very much"......</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-11-2018, 23:39:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… holding Kimmie’s hand with one hand and the locket in the other, we leave the dining room with Ulla in the lead … locked doors unlock for us … from behind a window which I assume is a one way mirror, we observe a number of people watching monitors … they sip coffee and chat among themselves in what I assume is Swedish … and their eyes follow scan patterns from monitor to monitor … pause to observe movements of each car and each pedestrian … other monitors seem to be for radar … blips on a screen … the outside of our building and streets leading to it … these folks are serious! … we do not see their faces … all seem well aware we are here and have been trained to not reveal themselves …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Ulla, can Kimmie come here sometime and watch? I’d be willing to bet this building is under surveillance from out there as well. She may see something your people haven’t yet. Defense in depth, right?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we leave the room and are ushered into a conference room … a briefing chart appears on a screen … a disembodied voice explains that all identification here is biometric … that we have each been scanned and measured and profiled and they wish each of us to provide additional reference points … finger prints and voice prints and iris scans … Ulla begins to speak and I hold up my hand … she stops …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I will submit to these scans. Consider, sisters, that the Shadow is assembling profiles of each of us and may be able to train imposters to appear as any of us. A friend a few years ago remarked to me that they knew they were paranoid but weren’t sure they were paranoid enough. We need to help our hosts and ourselves be calmly paranoid to the extreme. Lives are at stake, ours and many others. Remember our training and and remain calm and hypervigilant. If we see something, we say something.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… squeeze Kimmie’s hand … Huguette will teach her to remain calm in crisis …<br><br>… Ulla thanks me … I take the lead as she opens a door … one at a time we enter a scanner similar to those founds in airports … press our eyes to openings for cameras … offer our fingers for printing … … our faces receive a very thorough scan … turn this way and that … raise your eyebrows … look up … down … tilt your head … about 20 minutes each and I wait with Ulla for Kimmie to emerge … she seems grateful for my encouragement to our companions … my heart follows Carlotta as she boards a commercial flight to Rome … Foresight has never been so specific before … I am meant to be shown her future and her present and to observe when those merge … ‘goddess, must I’ … ‘yes child, you must. you will focus her gift and give it to Isis who will wield it’ … Kimmie emerges …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Not so bad, eh Kimmie? They see you when you’re sleeping, they know if you’ve been bad or good, right?” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold her hand and wait for Huguette and Tangie … Tangie seems shaken … Huguette is taking care of her …<br><br>… we next tour the building roof where greenhouses are homes to vegetables and a few fruit trees – citrus and Avocados …&nbsp; winters here see the low 30s in both Fahrenheit and Celsius that are the same at -40 … and we will continue to have some fresh fruits and plenty of vegetables … many other buildings we can see also have similar greenhouses on their roofs … back inside, part of the top floor has been given over to hydroponics … experimental and beginning to show yields … seaweed in our salads … and a fish tank … someone asks about poultry … ‘not yet,’ we learn … too expensive for the effort yet possibly coming down … a mention of laboratory grown protein … Kimmie and Tangie seem to not look forward to that … such is our American food culture …<br><br>… then back down … how we evacuate our rooms for more secure places in the basement … how we will learn of the need … how to behave in case of fire … ‘basement, not outside where our enemies want us as targets’ … hold Kimmie’s hand and take it the minds of the security people … Daddy often said to trust the experts, if indeed they are experts … these seem to be all of that …<br><br>… Carlotta has been in the air for about an hour when we return to our dining room for lunch … what the Swedes would call a smörgåsbord … I prepare a plate with vegetables and more vegetables … and a bit of protein in the form of pickled fish in a light oil … a few crackers for carbs … Carlotta is being set up by another passenger … and she knows it … somehow I see the twinkle in her eye as she goes along with the setup … harassment that will lead her to report it to the police …<br><br>… after lunch, Kimmie and I separate … she to go with Huguette for lessons and I with Tangie to take an initial trip to the nearby clinic and drive by the university labs … hug Kimmie…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Learn well, my love. We have this evening alone after dinner, just the two of us. Such times will become rare.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… kiss her with a bit of passion … feel a stirring inside … my lust and also Isis connecting to her other parent … interesting, a part of my consciousness abstracts from the whole little scene … Ulla leads Tangie and I to a door that opens to a garage … the door to outside is closed … a white Saab 9-7X and a black Toyota Tahoe are parked in the space … Ulla indicates the Saab … tells us it like the Tahoe has special features … and that there are several Chevrolet Suburbans farther back … we will use the Saab for the time being …<br><br>… we climb into the back … Ulla takes the front next to the driver … the door opens and we emerge into afternoon daylight … the city seems strange through the blacked out windows … this is the first chance I have to get to know this strange sister Tangie who has been dropped in our laps as my Ob/Gyn and Isis’ midwife and Kimmie’s physician … I express sympathy at her being uprooted because of her associate with me through Kimmie … her smile is accepting … she mourns her companion … asks Ulla if pets are permitted in our building … yes, that would be nice … Ulla will ask …<br><br>… we tour the clinic … and speak briefly to the researcher who knows womb transplants … their skill will be later … first we need a womb for Kimmie and that is mine to make … the other facilities for childbirth are all I expect … will ask Ulla later about security here in 8 plus months … perhaps we need birthing support back in our secure facility … we talk too to the head of the clinic about Tangie joining their staff … acceptance of necessity seems to lead his thoughts … we are to be coddled and he will do this because he’s been told … note that Ulla recognizes his attitude …<br><br>… we leave and drive around the University which we’ll tour tomorrow … buildings are pointed out and described … one where they would like me to set up my lab and another if I don’t like those facilities are pointed out … we make our way back to our building … Tangie seems resigned … talk about how to retrieve her credentials … may not be possible without giving away whoever inquires and therefore us … one of the tragedies of what has happened …<br><br>… Carlotta deplanes in Rome … escorted to the police space to report her harasser … her inner smile is serene as she is mugged … bound … and transported out of the airport to a rural setting … they drug her … and the interrogation begins … the story she tells is an amazing piece of deception … perhaps someday I can lie with such facility … they put her in a cold, bright cell with a hard surface for the night … a cement slab to sleep on … I clutch her locket …<br><br>… Tangie recognizes something is distracting me … as we return to our building, she asks … ‘Carlotta is doing wonderfully! These are hard times.’ … and turn inward … Carlotta refuses my offer of strength … what she does is to give me and then Isis strength and we both understand that it may be barely enough … my brain images Frodo on the edge of the cliff with the ring … will he have the strength? … this, this is like that except that may have been fiction …<br><br>… back at our building, we have a half hour until our meal … I return to our rooms … Kimmie is not back … compose myself to wait and prepare to discuss my research tomorrow … a cusp is there somewhere and I cannot see it in detail … so many forks out from that … and not many are what we need … breathe and await inspiration … no options so relax and accept …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>09-11-2018, 12:35:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Our tour begins and we instantly cover two points.&nbsp; One is that my growing sense of Foresight will be utilized as part of our security efforts, but certainly not the only deterrent.&nbsp; Secondly, to avoid impersonation, we undergo a series of scans and recognitions agendas to ensure we are all who we think we are.&nbsp; Apparently the Shadow is a paranoid group and have been guarding against infiltration by impersonation.&nbsp; However they have seen the advantages of that and are trying to perfect impersonation as a means of infiltration.&nbsp; The scanning process is a deterrent for that.<br><br>Chloe remarks to me that the can see us when we're sleeping and know if we've been bad or good, like the lyrics from the Christmas carol.<br><br>Our tour continues with a visit to the rooftop greenhouse.&nbsp; Fresh vegetables and fruit being produces as well as a hyponics experiment that we are told is beginning to yield results and a wider variety of proteins.&nbsp; Unfortunately, no one is growing beef of poultry.&nbsp; So, it appears that a good old-fashioned burger is not part of the diet here.&nbsp; I'll have to adjust<br>accordingly.<br><br>We cover emergencies, visit the basement sanctuary and what to do and where to go in case of attack or some other nefarious action.<br><br>After the tour, its lunch time....then we split up after that.&nbsp; Chloe and Tangie go to visit the clinic....Huguette and I go to her room for more lessons.<br><br><br>We speak only in Insight.&nbsp; It is effortless for me to slip into this mind set.&nbsp; A smiling Huguette greets me.&nbsp; <br><br>Today, we spend some time on the history of the Sisterhood.&nbsp; How they grew as an alternative to the destruction and waste being perpetrated by men in the name of peace sometimes, in the name of perceived slights that have led to conflicts of varying scales of war.&nbsp; I learn that the Sisterhood has been working unseen to keep the balance between those who would destroy and us:&nbsp; those who would preserve and wage true peace and understanding.<br><br>If I were a computer, I would say that this knowledge is downloaded to me.&nbsp; I receive it all smaller increments.&nbsp; I "hear" it as it appears in my mind and is assimilated into my growing knowledge.&nbsp; Huguette controls the flow and the content.&nbsp; If I have a question, it appears in her mind, and is answered in my own.&nbsp; &nbsp; The process is not without a fatigue factor though.&nbsp; This is why the amount and content is monitored by someone like Huguette who knows how much I can take, and when to stop when Im reaching my exhaustion level.<br><br>We do discuss my ability to sense danger.&nbsp; Huguette enters my mind, with my permission, and looks for the answers to how this is being done.&nbsp; She says to me:<br><br>"Child....I see the reason for your ability is due to your new genetic make-up.&nbsp; While not a complete woman yet, you are also not a man.&nbsp; The gift from Chloe bound itself to you as it would to a woman.&nbsp; However it could not assimilate entirely.&nbsp; It sought a way to be part of you.&nbsp; This was its outlet.....this is what it bestowed on you.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is a real thing.&nbsp; It is a gift of Foresight.&nbsp; But.....it is not done developing.&nbsp; At this moment, I cannot tell the path it will take. Nor whether this path will be of any benefit to you or the Sisterhood."<br><br>"For now, little one, our session is over....rest....we will confer many more times to instruct you in the Sisterhood and to visit your gifts.&nbsp; &nbsp;But, if you sense danger, let us know.....it is real.....Blessed be"<br><br>I return to our room and find Chloe.....I open up my Insight to her so that she might know of my lessons with Huguette.<br><br>I hold her in a loving hug.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-11-2018, 20:58:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie comes in all aglow … and immediately shares with me what she has learned … smile at the lessons … Huguette has lept her well ahead , trusting that context will be found and background can be filled in later … and focusing on what Kimmie needs so that her unique Foresight can be most useful to all of us … I share with her some of my mind … what transpired today and my current confusion about tomorrow … maybe she will see if there are enemies involved or simply the typical faculty cliques and camps and all unsure about accepting the new person … what she does not see and I hope she doesn’t even sense I’m holding back is what I know will be happening soon in Rome … that will wait for dinner when Huguette is present to help hold Tangie and Kimme and Ulla calm through the horror …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Let’s head for dinner. Tangie said she’d be there around now and I trust Huguette and Ulla will too.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… We’re first, yet very shortly Huguette followed by the other two come in … Huguette and I make eye contact … can she see it too? … we sit … talk about our day as salads and breads are served … I’m part way into the first one when I feel a nearby expression of intense pain … seize the locket … with Isis helping, we calm Carlotta … what have they done? … oh my no! … Huguette is starting at me … knows what I’m seeing but not seeing herself … I open Insight to her … then we decide to bring the others …<br><br>… when we are all together, I show what happened up to now … how Italian immigration cooperated with The Shadow to take her into custody … a plane to somewhere in the deserts of southern Libya or Sudan … where they tied her into a chair and injected her with truth serum and amphetamines … try to build up her terror … and then applied pressure to her hands … that’s the pain I felt and that I do not share with my sisters here … recount only … they question her … I share this with my sisters … The Shadow knows about me and Kimmie … they know of Huguette but by another name … they haven’t connected Tangie except Kimmie had an office visit … Ulla is an unknown … and they’re totally ignorant of what happened in Salem … the conflagration that consumed what we had abandoned is not yet part of their picture … <br><br>… we watch as Carlotta spins a story as wild as it is plausible … that leads them to Cuba … a college of medicine in Havana … seeking jobs as laboratory technicians and administrative assistants … they untie her and put her in a cement cell … cuff her hands in front of her and chain one foot to an iron bed … hand her a bottle of water and packet of food …<br><br>… a sense that nothing more will happen seems to be true … they will check out her story … and act accordingly … Cuba seems a good choice too … what presence does The Shadow have there? … a mental glance to Kimmie … can she detect anything? … bring the group back up to the room and slowly release each of them from Insight … Huguette the last … ‘Huguette, instruction please soones in how to lie well. I believe I will need the skill sooner rather than later, perhaps as early as tomorrow.’ … and the agenda for my visit to her rooms for tonight is set …<br><br>… release her and resume finishing my salad … we were ‘away’ for only a few minutes … the time compression to current amazes me … finish what I will eat of my salad and await the entrée …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Tomorrow I need to go to the University to speak with the research faculty in biochemistry and genetics. Ulla, I believe you’re on the hook to show me around? Tangie, you’re most welcome to come along. And Kimmie and Huguette spend the day together again?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… nods and agreement around the table … yes, Tangie will come along …<br><br>… the entrée is served … a bit of roast chicken with roasted root veggies with potatoes, and a sauteed green that turn out to be kale … cut my chicken in half and give the rest to Kimmie … somehow, Isis doesn’t need protein today … love the feeling of her little spark inside … she was undisturbed by what was happening to Carlotta …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>14-11-2018, 01:10:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I eagerly share with Chloe, all that I learned from my lessons with Huguette.&nbsp; Of course, its easier and far more complete to speak with her using Insight.&nbsp; So, I sit calmly and open my mind to let her see what I learned, how it was presented, my difficulties as well as my triumphs.&nbsp; &nbsp;I sense her joy in my progress.<br><br>“Let’s head for dinner. Tangie said she’d be there around now and I trust Huguette and Ulla will too.”<br><br>We arrive first....quite naturally, we are holding hands....The others arrive soon after us and we are all seated.<br><br>Salad and breads are brought to the table and we all begin to eat.....Then Chloe seizes the locket that Carlotta gave her....with a connection established, I instantly know that Carlotta is in danger.&nbsp; Even though she is half a continent away, I can feel her danger.....She herself is calm....but hostility surrounds her.&nbsp; &nbsp;At that moment, Chloe brings all of us to the awareness of Carlotta and her situation.<br><br>So much to process in an instant.....Carlotta is in danger.&nbsp; My Foresight was correct.....<br><br>The Shadow know of me.....Huguette except she is safe because they know her by a different name....therefore, at this moment she is lost to them.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ulla is completely unknown.....Tangie is a name in a phone book.... They have not connected the dots between she and the rest of us.<br><br>Carlotta, even under duress is smarter and more wily than the Shadow.&nbsp; She passes out of danger....she is a captive, but her life is safe for now.<br><br>I send that message by Insight to the Sisters present:&nbsp; <em>"Carlotta is out of imminent danger for the moment. She is in Cuba.&nbsp; Havana......I sense in an embassy....perhaps Brazil"</em><br><br>With that revelation, I am thrown out of Insight....It just ends.....or has Chloe led us all out??&nbsp; I can no longer tell?&nbsp; I am seated at the table.....but mentally exhausted.<br><br>I sip my wine and begin to recover....The intense 'migraine' feeling dissipates....I return to a sense of normalcy....Huguette reaches me with Insight:<br><br>"Fear not, Child....you merely extended your reach beyond that of which you are normally able.&nbsp; Your Insight stopped because in reaching for Carlotta, you went further than you were trained to do....water and vegetables only for your meal....no meats....no cheese....only green vegetables....You will be fine in an hour or two....Blessed be"<br><br>Chloe maps out the itinerary for tomorrow....I am with Huguette once again....my lessons continue.....<br><br>Dinner is served....I pass on my chicken and concentrate on kale and water.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even Chloe's thoughtful gesture of sharing her chicken, I must pass on....I send her a thought...thanking her and telling her what has just transpired.....<br><br>The kale has restorative powers....I feel myself coming back....becoming whole again....I sip my water....Huguette smiles....Chloe smiles....<br><br>I find it odd that being shut out of Insight did not scare me.&nbsp; Then, I realize, I knew I was not in danger.&nbsp; I was safe.....Insight was still in me....I just temporarily could not reach it....but it could reach me.<br><br><br> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>14-11-2018, 22:29:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Kimmie decides against the chicken … hmmm, why? … she seems focused inside so I don’t ask … roll over in my mind as I methodically chew my meal what we have here … my own situation is understood … our threat is not … Tangie will land on her feet … Ulla is dependable … Carlotta will do as she will … a gnawing memory …<br><br>… oh, shadow … The Shadow … casting a shadow … open a gentle Insight request to Huguette … she comes back and accepts a moment later … and Kimmie is with her and now us … ‘Huguette, can Kimmie cast her shadow?’ … need to explain that to Kimmie … a few sisters over time – Isis was and will be one of those – can cast an image of themselves into the minds of others … I was tested and cannot … yet Kimmie is a different talent … so perhaps she can … the great ones can create images other than themselves in the minds of more than one other … Isis could and will again … Huguette puts it on the agenda … notes that the time in Kimmie’s training may be soon or may be many moons away … such a talent rides the waves of Tiamat … chaos and the birth of reason …<br><br>… withdraw and allow Kimmie and Huguette their time … think back to my own with our late sister Rebecca … what a woman! … her wisdom and insights into culture and politics remain … and she taught me <abbr title="Sun Tzu, author of The Art of War">Master Sun</abbr> … valuable on the playground in Middle School and after … and so today her lessons remain when it falls on me to organize the women of the world into a fighting force that none can withstand …<br><br>… finish my entrée and wait to see what will be presented for dessert … hopefully … yes! … pears and apples with cheeses! … accept a cup of espresso … Huguette and I will be up late and just a bit of stimulant will support me … my hybrid Insight and Foresight checks on Carlotta … set an alert for tomorrow to use their facilities to call Mother … she is not worried yet we are seldom out of touch for this long … look in on her .. yes, asleep … we do not use Insight with each other though I will ask her if she wishes to change that … it is the key to our organization … women around the world will learn in time that they too are women of power with an arsenal of inner strength and sisters they can trust …<br><br>… eat lots of fruit and taste the cheeses … the espresso is very good … time for our meal to end …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Sisters, thank you for being here. Does anyone need anything to make it through the night?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; gentle smiles declining any need … rise … take Kimmie’s hand and return to our rooms …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Are you okay Kimmie? I have so much to do and I feel like I’m putting you off to last. I’m sorry, Kimmie.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 00:26:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>It warms me to see Chloe eating.&nbsp; She has had so much to worry about with the Sisterhood, Carlotta and that vision, and now our flight from home and she's carrying our baby.....gawd....*our* baby.....<br><br>Pears and apples and cheeses....along with a good expresso, and my love is a happy woman....for now at least.&nbsp; I pick at the dessert...It IS delicious.....I just keep returning to my Insight....and more specifically, my Foresight and ability to sense danger.&nbsp; Can I develop this more?&nbsp; Will it grow on its own?&nbsp; Perhaps a gift like this is, what it is.&nbsp; It neither grows nor diminishes....it just, is??<br><br>Soon our repast comes to an end.&nbsp; Chloe, like a mother to us all makes sure everyone is well and secure.&nbsp; Again, I know, I feel, I sense that there is no danger present.&nbsp; Chloe turns to me:<br><br>“Are you okay Kimmie? I have so much to do and I feel like I’m putting you off to last. I’m sorry, Kimmie.”<br><br>I smile at her and take her hand....<em>"You have not put me off in the least.&nbsp; These are extraordinary times....you are in an extraordinary position....I am fine, knowing you are fine....and our baby....."</em><br><br>I give her hand an affectionate squeeze....lean in and kiss her on the cheek.....<br><br>Suddenly my mind is full of Huguette's face....It just 'appeared'.&nbsp; No sense of Insight, no warning.&nbsp; She was just there....<br><br>Then in a blink of an eye....her image is gone.....<br><br>I feel a rush of panic....and at that moment, I hear Huguette in Insight....She is talking to me....and Chloe has been invited in as well.<br><br>"Do not fear Child....I did that as a test of your perception.&nbsp; And you have passed.&nbsp; You have another avenue that is opened.&nbsp; Whether it is merely an awareness or if it is a portal to something more, we will discuss at our next lesson. But, rest easy....What you saw was from me...."<br><br>"You may be as rare a woman as Chloe....you are an unknown....and while you are learning what your abilities might be, we too are uncovering the same thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;You are like Chloe....untapped....and limits unknown.&nbsp; The Sisterhood has never had two women quite like you in all our history....sleep well tonight child....sleep in peace.....Blessed be"<br><br>Chloe and I join hands and make our way to our room....Im tired and refreshed, all at the same time.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-11-2018, 21:50:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; back in our rooms and Kimmie tenses up … then I feel Huguette inviting me and I join her at the same moment as Kimmie … in a flash, I learned that Huguette has knows the art of throwing her shadow … and has shown Kimmie … the best first step in learning whether one has the talent is to show it … we end and Kimmie and I snuggle for a bit and then it’s time for my evening with our teacher …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Get some rest Kimmie, your tomorrow will be tiring. I’ll be along when we’re done.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; kiss Kimmie goodnight … then skyclad under my robe, I go to Huguette’s … the room is as before and we perform the rituals we … and then the lesson begins anew … share with her that I no longer need to sleep … she shows me more ways to rest parts of my body and my brain and which need more or less rest and how to observe each organ’s health … each has a place one can go to share Insight with each … when we are done, we exchange our thoughts on Kimmie’s lessons … and check on Carlotta’s wellbeing … she is comfortable for the moment … and joyously embracing what will occur to her all too soon … we do not know the pacing of or details … it will be done before I return from the University … and we will observe it in Hindsight and welcome her gift to us … back in our room, I climb into bed and snuggle with Kimmie as she sleeps … then lay on my back and practice the resting I learned … and have time for Foresight into my interviews tomorrow … when dawn arrives, I get up and bathe … dressing today must be as professional as I can manage with my meager belongings … slacks and a blouse … a bit of makeup … when Kimmie is up, we head for breakfast … … I eat mostly fruit and yogurt … one cup of coffee … Ulla and Tangie join us when we’re halfway through … Huguette a short while later looking cheerful … she too apparently can survive on little or no sleep … with Huguette with me in Insight, we check on Carlotta again … she has been awakened … and her captors are aware that The Shadow has been unable to verify our presence in Cuba … the end is near … we embrace her and wish her all the best … hug Kimmie and we head for the University while Kimmie and Huguette prepare for lessons …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>18-11-2018, 01:02:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe and I share a few moments of intimacy together, then she must leave.&nbsp; I know she must do this....still a part of me longs for the non-distant times when our night would be wine, a view of Boston, and snuggling.&nbsp; &nbsp;Those times are in the past already.<br><br>I fall asleep almost instantly.&nbsp; Using Insight tires me at this point.&nbsp; I havent built up the reserve strengths that the other Sisters have to draw upon psychic energies to sustain myself.&nbsp; This all tires me physically and emotionally.<br><br>I sleep soundly, I awaken briefly when Chloe joins me in bed, enough to wrap myself in her embrace and doze off again.<br><br>When we awaken in the morning, we are back on a schedule.&nbsp; Chloe is to meet at the University.&nbsp; I am to continue lessons with Huguette.<br><br>At Huguette's room, I knock...verbally, she invites me in and we share a cup of coffee.&nbsp; &nbsp;As we chat, I look into my coffee cup and see Huguette's face....Only her hand on my wrist prevents me from jumping up and screaming....<br><br>"Child, the ability to cast your image is one of the most powerful actions we can manifest. The ability to be two places at once, is what it really means.&nbsp; You have been gifted with this ability.&nbsp; Today, I must find out how much you can do....and also what is either beyond your means, or not open to you.&nbsp; As I said, you are as unique to the Sisterhood, as is Chloe.&nbsp; I believe the Goddess has sent us two special women for this battle.....As a weapon of good, we must know how to wield you"<br><br>I nod.....<em>"I am ready to learn, Huguette"</em>&nbsp; I say....and instantly we are immersed in Insight.&nbsp; &nbsp;She immobilizes me to a certain level.&nbsp; While I can think, I cannot move.&nbsp; Nor, am I able to turn inward to help or block her probes....<br><br>Huguette begins to probe my mind.&nbsp; She cannot enter my private sanctum, nor does she try.&nbsp; She reads my mind and adds:&nbsp; "If your ability is within there, it will be of no use to us or to you, it will merely reside untapped"<br><br>I sense her testing my areas....I feel drained as I work with her to open up the recesses of my Insight.&nbsp; I tire quickly....She promises only a bit more time is needed....I ask her to hurry.....<br><br>"Peace Child....it is almost over....."<br><br>I 'see' a glass of water in my Insight.&nbsp; I hear Huguette say to me to look at my reflection in the glass....and to tell her if I see it?<br><br>When I affirm that I see my reflection clearly and distinctly, we step out of Insight.&nbsp; <br><br>My vision returns, her room takes on the three dimensional characteristics that vision provides....However, there is a glass sitting on the coffee table in front of me.&nbsp; In it.....my face floats, smiling, blinking....looking as natural as if it were a video of me....I dont gasp...I reach out to touch the glass.....The moment my fingertips hit the glass, my reflection disappears....<br><br>Huguette smiles...."You can cast shadows little one.&nbsp; I will teach you how to do it at your own choosing....it will take a little time to put your image where you want it....but, as you just saw when you reached out to touch the reflection, a Sister and her shadow cannot exist in the same space.&nbsp; Your reflection would have remained there until you called it back, or, tried to share its space."<br><br>"It is now time to rest before supper.&nbsp; We have less than an hour before that happens.&nbsp; Our lessons have lasted over 9 hours....sleep now....Chloe will awaken you for dinner"<br><br>I fall asleep on Huguette's chair in her room.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-11-2018, 05:37:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we go to the University … casual introductions … an American researcher with a line that cannot be done there … they’ve heard it before … we go to a small conference room with a very large marker board … and there I show them … first the biochemistry … variations on progesterone … they are not impressed nor do I expect them to be … yet then I discuss the data … Kimie, but not by name … mice and rhesus monkeys … and data … and a desire to rebuild the data here and build six sigma statistics … and a few get it … the promise, not the destroyed data … ‘show me’ … over lunch, tentative support .. over lunch too, Carlotta intrudes and I stop … hold up a hand … and feel her pass … her chrystal is so clear … Gurdjieff would be happy had he known … accept Carlotta’s gift … part of it personal to only me … most though for me to share with our company and the wider sisterhood …&nbsp; such wonder … the redemptive … to give one’s life so willingly and the energy in that is passed top those one chooses … <br><br>… return to the conversation … I have a lab! … animals … rats and soon rhesus … an amazingly enough, possible human volunteers … several sceptics around the lunch table … hear my voice enlist them as contemporaneous auditors … smiles all around …<br><br>… the afternoon is spent identifying facilities … until 4 o’clock anyway … two who are working on uterus transplant … with the door closed and trust promised, I show them something else … how to make stem cells that form into a womb and ovaries … and how to build that from male testicles .... we talk a long time … none of us are certain … we design biochemistry and experiments and one of them is more than willing to embark on this new avenue … frustration plus an idea is powerful …<br><br>… Tangie listens and watches and in the car to our quarters, expresses optimism …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Tangie, you are the morals and ethics for this. Make us explain it! We do things no one has ever contemplated except in fiction. Please be brutal.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; she agrees … we arrive at our building and proceed to dinner … Kimmie is already there … go to her .. perhaps she sees the weariness behind my smile … she is a sight for my sore eyes …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I think we succeeded today. Better than I’d hoped. I have news too. Peace, Kimmie.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we sit together and I’m happy simply holding hands with the other parent of the child I carry … the others join us … I summon the sisters who serve us too … when all are gathered … and with Huguette’s help, join with our Sisters around Gaia…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Sisters all. Hear and spread the word. The Eldest Carlotta has passed into the hands of the goddess. She passed gloriously. She has named me, Chloe Dawson as her successor. I am not worthy and need all of your support to do what must be done in these increasingly troubled times. Gird yourself for war!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Carlotta’s locket burns! … holding hands with Kimmie … the rest around our table seem joined … the energy from the global sisterhood surges … waiting to be focused …<br><br>… a thought only … ’abide, Sisters … not yet’ …<br><br>… squeeze Kimmie’s hand … release the larger gathering … back to here with my Kimmie … she has been through the ringer! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You okay baby? Tell me about your day.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… salads are served … I’m hungrier than I though&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-11-2018, 00:01:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe returns from her day with Tangie, at the University.&nbsp; &nbsp;I am so glad to see her, I almost cry.&nbsp; &nbsp;In truth, Im exhausted.&nbsp; My lessons with Huguette were entirely done in Insight.&nbsp; She probed my mind, looking for certain things...innate abilities, what might I have the capacity to do....and how very much there still was for me to learn.&nbsp; This 'casting of a Shadow'.&nbsp; I can do it apparently.&nbsp; However, my reflection in the glass was not my doing.&nbsp; Huguette did it through me, but I did not make the shadow appear.&nbsp; Now, I must learn how do to that on my own.&nbsp; If, I have that ability, I know Huguette will show me the path to follow.<br><br>Chloe takes my hand and I feel completely relaxed and whole at the same time.&nbsp; I'm near exhaustion mentally.&nbsp; Physically, I have reserves....I draw on them to help me focus.&nbsp; It works to a certain degree.&nbsp; The other Sisters join us at the table.&nbsp; When all have gathered, Chloe addresses us all:<br><br>“Sisters all. Hear and spread the word. The Eldest Carlotta has passed into the hands of the goddess. She passed gloriously. She has named me, Chloe Dawson as her successor. I am not worthy and need all of your support to do what must be done in these increasingly troubled times. Gird yourself for war!”<br><br>We all hold hands....oh....sweet Goddess....I feel myself being refreshed from the combined energies.....I go from exhausted to alert......Chloe seems to channel all our thoughts and merely says to us:<br><br>&nbsp;’abide, Sisters … not yet’ …<br><br>A gentle squeeze of my hand and all the Sisters return to their individual beings.....We are now women at a dinner table once again.<br><br>  “You okay baby? Tell me about your day.”<br><br>I open up my Insight to Chloe.&nbsp; In an instant she knows of my lessons of the day....the shadow casting, Huguette's role....where I am.....She also feels my warmth that once again tells her, we are safe here.&nbsp; &nbsp;Dinner comes out....I eschew the meat and eat the salads and fruit......I know I will eat some chicken or fish tonight....my physical body requires it.&nbsp; I am still learning to balance physical, mental, and Insight energies.....I feel the knowledge is just going to come to me, no one will teach me individually....all the sisters will teach me a bit.....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-11-2018, 22:03:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie is learning&nbsp; Vegan … a hard lesson … avoiding sugar and excess protein … withdrawal from sugar is so hard&nbsp; .. and we see so much clearer without that obscurant covering our eyes … one prophet said ‘if you have eyes to see, let them see’ … without sugars, we see more … Kimmie learns …<br><br>… and she opens … too much! … feel Huguette in the background … caution her … she knows so much yet does not yet see … ‘Kimmie baby, you show more than you know … careful please’ … pause for her to absorb that …then open to our gathering and larger body of the sisterhood too …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What a wonderful day, Sisters! Carlotta is with the goddess this day. We welcome her gifts! What do each of us do in the war, in this battle, in today, to make our world safe for all of us? What can be done humanely and morally with the men who resist? Please all, think about this, as hard as you have time and energy!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; I feel enthusiastic energy from the sisterhood ‘round the world … ‘strength, Sisters’ … they get it! … sisters are so wonderful! … so wonderful!… let them go … hold those in the room&nbsp; for&nbsp; moment .. and let them go too … Huguette last …&nbsp; with Kimmie only … finally! … ‘the painted ponies go up and down’ …&nbsp; image of a carousel … we accept dinner … salad followed by roast pork and veggies … I eat sparingly … </em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So today at the University, we had what appears to be success, right Ulla? Tangie? They were supportive of the research and when the funding comes from Chloe Rulez, we’re in business without having to wait for grants. Of course, with the funding comes The Shadow. We can’t hide and do this work too, simple as that. So extra vigilance please. And we found two researchers there willing to try an experiment with Kimmie’s cells to make her a vagina and womb and ovaries. Very bold experiment that will take some time to design and to plan, but they believe this is possible with some biochemistry I was able to share with them. They get to take credit for the biochemistry and the glory, I’m more interested in what can be done with the changing drug. Both less and more. The psychological effects on animals were just beginning to show so when they burned my lab. They don’t know a thing about those. Think about an empathy inducing drug maybe? Aerosol borne? I know, flight of fancy but there’s some interesting directions to pursue.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the conversation is tentative around the table … they look to me and I decline … Huguette encourages Tangie and Ulla … the ‘average’ sisters will need to decide this because on their shoulders will be the battles and the war …<br><br>… desert I eat a half pear and taste the cheese … a Danish hard cheese with a name I don’t recognize … lovely flavor! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So tomorrow is Saturday. Ulla has offered us a shopping trip. Clothing and necessities primarily. Your expenses are covered so get what you need. See you all at breakfast.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie and I head for our rooms … no lessons tonight for me … plunk down on the couch and snuggle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So how does this strike you Kimmie? Do you want a baby enough to surrender your boy parts? The whole set of surgeries will be painful, you know that right? Lower abdominal stuff messes with the lymphatic system in mysterious ways. Daddy had his prostate removed due to cancer and now one of his leg swells on a whim. And you will have to find a male somewhere else if you wish to experience classic sex. You may do that, you know. I trust you so much!”</span></span><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>21-11-2018, 19:52:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div>I must learn moderation in dealing with my gift of Insight.&nbsp; Both Huguette and Chloe lightly admonish me not to reveal so much.&nbsp; Somehow, instinctively, I tone it down....I just 'knew' what they meant.&nbsp; Like a child who turns the faucet on full to fill a cup, so I just did with my Insight. Now, I just 'turn it down' a bit....I sense things closing....so difficult to describe, but it just happens....I make it happen....Im learning.<br><br>Once gathered, Chloe speaks to us all:<br><br>“What a wonderful day, Sisters! Carlotta is with the goddess this day. We welcome her gifts! What do each of us do in the war, in this battle, in today, to make our world safe for all of us? What can be done humanely and morally with the men who resist? Please all, think about this, as hard as you have time and energy!”<br><br>I feel a palpable sense of well-being, strength, resolve.&nbsp; We all know that Carlotta has passed.&nbsp; Yet in leaving us, she leaves all of us with her gifts and knowledge. We all share that now.&nbsp; Amazing!<br><br>We resume our normal dining atmosphere.&nbsp; Chloe describes her visitation to the University:<br><br>  “So today at the University, we had what appears to be success, right Ulla? Tangie? They were supportive of the research and when the funding comes from Chloe Rulez, we’re in business without having to wait for grants. Of course, with the funding comes The Shadow. We can’t hide and do this work too, simple as that. So extra vigilance please. "<br><br>Her next statement literally stops my eating....<br><br>"And we found two researchers there willing to try an experiment with Kimmie’s cells to make her a vagina and womb and ovaries. Very bold experiment that will take some time to design and to plan, but they believe this is possible with some biochemistry I was able to share with them."<br><br>I blush....but could this be true???&nbsp; A reproductive system of a woman....for me??&nbsp; &nbsp;I dont press Chloe for more details here at the dinner table and I let the conversation run its course.&nbsp; I am, afterall, the only woman here who is 'different' from the others.<br><br>Huguette whispers to me in Insight...."The Goddess works in many miraculous ways, Child...."<br><br>I nod to her as she sits smiling at me at the table.<br><br>Dinner concludes.&nbsp; We each know that the Shadow will run out of places to look in Cuba.&nbsp; They may go to Brazil for more clues, but eventually they will come to Sweden.&nbsp; And if the University work progresses, our presence will become known sooner.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chloe ends our repast with a light comment for us all....some relaxation of sorts:<br><br>  “So tomorrow is Saturday. Ulla has offered us a shopping trip. Clothing and necessities primarily. Your expenses are covered so get what you need. See you all at breakfast.”<br><br>Back at our room, I wrap myself in Chloe's arms and she in mine....we kiss and cuddle and enjoy just holding each other.&nbsp; She speaks to me softly as I run my fingers through her hair, making little curls from the strands.<br><br>  “So how does this strike you Kimmie? Do you want a baby enough to surrender your boy parts? The whole set of surgeries will be painful, you know that right? Lower abdominal stuff messes with the lymphatic system in mysterious ways. Daddy had his prostate removed due to cancer and now one of his leg swells on a whim. And you will have to find a male somewhere else if you wish to experience classic sex. You may do that, you know. I trust you so much!”<br><br>I lie my head on her shoulder.....<br><br><em>"Ive thought about this for a long time.&nbsp; I decided that if the opportunity presented itself, I would undergo the surgery required to become a woman.&nbsp; The idea of having a full reproductive system didnt seem feasible until tonight.&nbsp; But, yes, I would let go of the final vestiges of my masculinity.&nbsp; I am a woman in so many ways, I would like to have my physical being mesh with my actual persona....I would like that with all my heart"</em><br><em><br>"As for 'classic sex'....maybe?&nbsp; I dont know....I mean...I wouldnt want to get pregnant unless it was the Goddess' plan for me....I dont know if another blood line needs to be introduced to the Sisterhood??&nbsp; Would I be that vehicle to the greater good?&nbsp; I thank you and love you for your trust in me....Right now, I dont know if I would?"</em><br><br>We continue to lie on the couch in each others arms until it gets late.....Then I take my love to bed......<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>25-11-2018, 21:46:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she sees farther yet different than than I do … our relationship has been so … so … I can’t even say … started with ‘him’ raping me and continued when I revengened [is that even a verb?] on him by changing his gene expression into that of a female to us feeling mutual attraction! … and now for her to become as me anatomically …<br><br>… in bed with Kimmie asleep, I lay there and ponder us … and our fate … and the fate of the sisterhood … reach inward to find the goddess … bathe in her glow … we bring tiny Isis into the soft glow …&nbsp; feel the goddess approve …<br><br>… and my awareness is opened to something new inside … a glowing, golden chest with a magical lock … emblazoned with the goddess’ symbols and sealed too with a wax emblem with only the letter ‘C’ … approach the chest … my mind senses the magical equivalent of a gift card … ‘to: Chloe, from Carlotta’ … yes, she had said she had something to share with me … and it arrives posthumously … reach toward it and sense a gentle warning … ‘not tonight’ … ‘more time than remains tonight’ … share the presence of the chest with Isis … her glow pulses … what is in the chest is for her too … we rest … I watch the threads of our future … the next cusp is in the chest … will consult Huguette tomorrow night …<br><br>… next morning, kiss Kimmie as she slowly wakes … get up and make coffee and take hers in to her … visit the bath … shower and those other things … dress in my last clean clothing … need to inquire about laundry … this shopping trip is most welcome … explore our apartment as Kimmie does her toilette … a space currently an office that we will turn into a nursery … a guest bedroom with it’s own full bath that will be come Isis and her sister’s room in time … and the kitchen … fully equipped … yes, I know how to cook yet have not in so long and we currently have our little cafeteria … which Ulla tells me has another side for those who work elsewhere in the building …<br><br>… Kimie comes out and hand in hand we walk to breakfast … breakfast today is a buffet of roasted root veggies with potatoes … salad greens … what looks like smoked salmon … and eggs to order for protein … I ask for two eggs poached soft and start some toast from the fresh looking wheat bread … prepare a plate and accept the two eggs in a small bowl … put those on the toast with some of the salmon … some capers from the condiments … and let the yolks soak into the whole … glance at Huguette … suggest a brief moment … I share the golden chest with its seal with her … she smiles … ‘tonight I will stand guard while you open it’ … … gratitude! …<br><br>… after breakfast, Ulla announces that we will take a brief driving tour of the city ahead of the stores opening at 10 … Kimmie and I sit in the far back of the SUV and hold hands and take in what Ulla and the driver are pointing out to us … restaurant district … government buildings … the royal palace … a constitutional monarchy (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sweden#Politics) … we arrive at the edge of the fashion district and enter a large department store … </em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I suggest we start with basics Kimmie, undies and such, sleepwear. Then slacks and tops, then outerwear and shoes. I think we look at their dresses and more formal things but defer until we see what the rest of the fashion district has. I don’t know if you ever noticed but I don’t usually go upscale or high fashion. It’s not me. Mother has other opinions which is why I had some of the things I did when I dressed up that one time to impress you and doctored your drink and that second time when I was hoping you’d still be attracted to me after all that I’d done.” </span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the others listened in and we all head for ladies lingerie …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>27-11-2018, 23:22:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div>I sleep so deeply and completely these days.&nbsp; I awaken refreshed, most of the time. However if my Insight happens to be active in my subconscious, my awakening is slower and 'refreshed' is just something that is not in my vocabulary.<br><br>So it is when I awaken this morning.&nbsp; Insight was 'on' last night....rest came, but the dreams seem to exhaust me.&nbsp; If indeed they were dreams at all.&nbsp; Visions is a more suitable word.&nbsp; I see things....I can interact to a certain degree but its as is if a movie is playing out in front of me.<br><br>Last night, a woman appeared.&nbsp; I couldnt really see her because of the light emanating from all around her face and body.&nbsp; Out of that vortex of light, I heard her voice.&nbsp; I was told that I was on the right path.....I was also told that there were lessons to be learned.....<br><br>She said:&nbsp; <strong>"You will know it best as 'karma', child.&nbsp; It is known by many names in many cultures.&nbsp; There are balances in a life that must be maintained.&nbsp; Debts to be paid, lessons to be learned, better hearts to emerge....think on this....I will return to you in time"</strong><br><br>I get up....Im am neither tired nor refreshed...I merely 'am' for the moment.&nbsp; Chloe's coffee revives me.&nbsp; Spiritual items are of one nature....coffee and coming to life in the morning is a physical aspect.<br><br>We walk hand in hand to breakfast.&nbsp; I open up my Insight to her....its the most complete and honest way to show her what I saw.<br><br>She is neither stunned, nor frightened.&nbsp; She tells me simply&nbsp; "It is what you have been told.&nbsp; I believe you have been visited by a Sister spirit.&nbsp; All things come from the Goddess, so this visit was not accidental..."<br><br>I have a light breakfast.&nbsp; The company of the other Sisters puts my visitation thoughts into perspective.&nbsp; I relax as we plan the day's events.....Shopping is on the agenda at last!!<br><br>I sense safety in our little corner of the world....shopping should be a welcome distraction as much as a necessity!<br><br>We wend our way through the city....past stoic old buildings that have witnessed the passage of time....to more recent edifices with more whimsical designs....<br><br>Ultimately, we end up in the fashion district.....Chloe and I plan out what we really need to purchase as well as get ready to shop for other items that may be used on a specific occasion.&nbsp; &nbsp;The Sister giggle a bit as Chloe announces our first stop will be 'lingerie'!<br><br>I think its a great place to start too!&nbsp; If I feel pretty underneath, I'll feel pretty all over!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-11-2018, 03:27:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she sees farther yet different than than I do … our relationship has been so … so … I can’t even say … the first thing we confront in the lingerie department is sizes … everything is metric … so Kimmie and Tangie and I spend some time with tape measures and size charts and a helpful clerk to learn our sizes for underpants and bras … we each end up with a tip sheet … Huguette and Ulla seem to be giggling at us … stick my tongue out at them …<br><br>… but we walk away from the department with armloads of packages of panties and a half doze bras … wear them so seldom but sometimes tops need then … off to blouses and dresses and skirts and .. I try on a few tops to confirm my sizes … then select a dozen … Ulla brings up carts for each of us … big smile! …<br><br>… on to dresses … I pass … and on to outerwear … choose a double breasted pea coat and knitted cap I can pull over my ears … Boston cold may be little different from here … but that’s my reference … will deal with worse or less as the winter emerges …<br><br>… and I’m done … watch Kimmie deliberate over the finals … </em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Just pick something Kimmie. Or not. We’ll come back for what we forget and as we figure out what we need.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-11-2018, 23:30:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Well, metric bras are different....I mean yeah, they're the same....but getting from a 34C to the Swedish equivalent takes a little orientation.&nbsp; Thank goodness for the sales staff and Ulla on translations!<br><br>I pick up some nice slacks and tops....Chloe practically blows through the skirts, even though she does manage to stop for one or two....<br><br>I spend a good amount of time looking at dresses, which leads to shoes....I feel that inner girl coming out and I also feel a sense of relaxation for the first time in days!&nbsp; I know we're safe, but the feeling is deeper and more fulfilling.&nbsp; Its being with Chloe, its about having some fun girl time....its about breathing again.....<br><br>After dresses its off to some sensible outerwear.&nbsp; Winter is approaching and I know comfort comes from warmth.&nbsp; I make sure, as did Chloe, to buy something to fend off the bad weather.<br><br>  “Just pick something Kimmie. Or not. We’ll come back for what we forget and as we figure out what we need.”<br><br>I decide on a ski jacket....a black raspberry color trimmed in dark blue.....looks nice....practical, and the real reason:&nbsp; It caught my eye!<br><br><em>"Can we get something to eat, Ulla....even just a coffee would be nice....I feel like sitting down...."</em><br><br>Ulla guides us to a nearby coffee shop....the deep dark smell of coffee permeates the air as soon as we enter....it smell so good I just want to take a bite right&nbsp; out of the air!!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>19-12-2018, 21:15:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I follow the lead and pick a down long coat and insulated boots … living in New England, I had those in my closet so having those and a pea coat and mittens and a hat to cover my ears makes sense … I like Swedish clothing, I decide as I browse and pick out slacks and skirts and tights and sweaters … huge pile … turn and encourage Tangie and Kimmie… </em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You need stuff, ladies! Don’t be shy!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; we end up with huge piles at the checkout … my card takes the hit … if the Shadow didn’t know where I was before this, the international transfer will soon tell them precisely … and Foresight tells me I don’t have to a cusp with them for several years yet … feel little Isis within tell me that even then we shall prevail … my mystery chile … once and future Goddess … int he distant future I see a cult worshiping me ‘oh mother of our Goddess, oh Chloe, preserve us from these times’ … deep inside my daughter and I laugh with cosmic amusement … while the clerk tolls the damages, I take Kimmie’s hand and wander over to the infant department …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Guess we’ll need to shop here to setup for Isis and for your daughter too. I’m thinking a crib in our room for the first few weeks and then the middle bedroom for a nursery with the far bedroom when we need the nursery for your baby. A few years apart, not too many but not a lot.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I’m thinking forrest greens … realize we need to give the babies the four worlds and seasons …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’ll need to ask Huguette for a sister who decorates. Feng Shui isn’t our heritage, nor is it Isis’. This will be fun!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… begin to envision the nursery and Isis’ next bedroom as a mystical pattern to help us all grow into the mysteries … squeeze Kimmie’s hand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Has Huguette started you on patterns yet? Labyrinths and mazes and celtic knots? Lovely ways to loosen and manage one’s brain and to guide children. I never did like Alexander’s answer to the Gordion Knot (http://=https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gordian_Knot). Amateur solution to a very human problem and it ended up killing him though history doesn’t recognize that.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turn back to the others as I notice all the packages are coming together …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Gotta leave room for the baby shower I’m sure someone will throw. So a wish list too. And I’m sure Mother will come to visit right after Isis is born to help. Or supervise or whatever doting grandmothers do.” <em>#Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… approach the pile of stuff and sign the very long credit card receipt …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Sure we don’t need to rent a truck or have it delivered, Ulla?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she remarks that security suggests we try to carry everything with is and not involve others any more than necessary … so we make like pack mules and trudge toward the escalator and down and down and down …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’ll be ready for some lunch after this. Can we eat around here or are they expecting us back home?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Ulla remarks that we should visit a Cafe a block over once the car is loaded … sounds like a good plan …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-12-2018, 02:32:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shadow</span></span><br>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Where: Under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>We wait patiently while our forces assemble. They think we assemble in a <abbr title="Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility">SCIF</abbr> and we do. Repurposed in the ‘80s when we realized we had the opening and the climate has only improved since. Our membership grows slowly. Our agents in Colorado Springs and Annapolis and West Point identify candidates and our agents in the field monitor and eventually at places like Monterrey and Ft. McNair and Newport and west of Creech our members learn their purpose and our mission. Only active duty <abbr title="General Officers">GOs</abbr> here at the center. Retirees have their own place in the bedrock below the southern end of Manhattan where they operate the world economy and the propaganda machine that is the world press. Our counterparts in Moscow and Beijing \and Brussels all do their parts. The people are ours to harvest as we need.<br><br>Today though, we have a mission. Brussels tells us they’ve located the escapee and her party. We have options to present from the lower order and perhaps new things for us to develop. Today we begin planning.<br><br>A few more enter. The last nods and pulls the door closed. Any after will simply go their own way, knowing that we must proceed without them. Trust among these initiates is implicit even though the public perceives much dissension as we have designed the propaganda. We raise our hand and the talk subsides.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “All hail, the Speaker!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “All hail, the Speaker!” they reply.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Please read your briefing material. The witch Chloe Dawson has been located. Her escape is unprecedented. Today we discuss eliminating Dawson and her companions as a threat. At another time we will debrief you on how she and her companions escaped their certain destruction.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>29-12-2018, 16:12:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Shopping in peace finally takes its toll on me.&nbsp; I forget about 'danger', 'the Shadow', and other nefarious activities.&nbsp; I let the fun of shopping and buying consume me.&nbsp; In other words, I have fun!<br><br>Our haul of clothes is ridiculous.&nbsp; We each look as though we are prepared for our own personal 'Ice Age'.&nbsp; &nbsp;But it will be nice to be warm all winter.&nbsp; I have a full wardrobe now, of pants, long sleeve tops, sweaters, leggings....and....a couple of nice&nbsp; dresses.&nbsp; Unlike Chloe who would dress as a tomboy most of the time, I have an unexplained need for items without pant legs and things that look feminine.&nbsp; I guess a psychiatrist would say something about me 'compensating'?&nbsp; But I go with what I feel.&nbsp; And, since my change and re-education, looking pretty has become part of my being.<br><br>Chloe and I wander over to the Infants Department.&nbsp; &nbsp;Once an alien area in any store, we no both, feel more in tune with its offerings.&nbsp; The entire department seems almost magical to me.<br><br>“Guess we’ll need to shop here to setup for Isis and for your daughter too. I’m thinking a crib in our room for the first few weeks and then the middle bedroom for a nursery with the far bedroom when we need the nursery for your baby. A few years apart, not too many but not a lot.”<br><br>I giggle at Chloe and press into her a bit....<em>"Look at us....'family planning'....."</em>&nbsp; and I cannot keep the smile from my face.<br><br>  “We’ll need to ask Huguette for a sister who decorates. Feng Shui isn’t our heritage, nor is it Isis’. This will be fun!” adds Chloe.<br><br>I begin to think about names for our second daughter.&nbsp; That's all we know right now, that the baby will be a girl.&nbsp; Her role is still hazy though.&nbsp; We both know that Isis will be the revered and exalted child, but what of my baby, our 2nd daughter?&nbsp; The thought that the Goddess will direct, fills me with good will and the anxiety dissipates almost instantly.<br><br>“Has Huguette started you on patterns yet? Labyrinths and mazes and celtic knots? Lovely ways to loosen and manage one’s brain and to guide children. I never did like Alexander’s answer to the Gordion Knot. Amateur solution to a very human problem and it ended up killing him though history doesn’t recognize that.”<br><br><em>"Not yet.....but Im sure she will shortly.&nbsp; Now that I can open up foresight instantaneously, without thinking, Ive been learning how 'not' to be too transparent.....An equally valuable skill"</em><br><br><br>“Gotta leave room for the baby shower I’m sure someone will throw. So a wish list too. And I’m sure Mother will come to visit right after Isis is born to help. Or supervise or whatever doting grandmothers do.” #Giggle<br><br><em>"You can hope that Circe will not be here until after the baby is delivered, but that would be foolish.&nbsp; Any of our plans need to include space for her to be around.&nbsp; If not, she'll be at a nearby hotel and waking us up every morning at 4 AM to 'help'</em> (I even add air quotes for emphasis)"<br><br>We pack up all our purchases, and even thought I consider myself strong....this stuff weighs a ton!!&nbsp; We deposit it in our car, shoving the last few packages down so the trunk can close...Then Chloe ask Ulla about lunch.&nbsp; We head to a local cafe.....as we walk hand in hand, (garnering some side glances from other pedestrians), I say to Chloe:<br><br><em>"Using the credit card has pinpointed our location.&nbsp; I know, that you know that too.&nbsp; I also know that staying hidden for eternity was not an option.&nbsp; &nbsp;I'd give the Shadow 18 to 24 hours before they have at least one operative in the area.&nbsp; So, my dearest, the wheel turns....but what the Shadow doesnt know:&nbsp; We are ready"</em><br><br>I give her a quick peck on the cheek.....This is all part of the plan....<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-12-2018, 03:22:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shadow</span></span><br>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Where: Under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington, with our army beneath mental hospitals around the world.<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Our men close their briefing folders when they have completed their study and sit back to consider. Years of discipline have made us a team. We sense our friends around the world doing the same. This is a cusp we all expected. Dawson is the tip of their sword and the tip must be blunted but how? Tactics and strategy, we have trained long for this day and practice regularly with all kinds of weapons in the service of our owners and masters.<br><br>A mental call comes in from the other side of the globe. We listen and then share. Call others elsewhere. Tehran and Riyadh bicker briefly but agree. A probe will be made. We shall learn and reconvene. The probe may destroy Dawson yet it is obvious to all that Dawson is aware that we are aware of where she has gone to ground. And Sweden is particularly troublesome to us along with the other countries north of our economic center in Germany.<br><br>Our agent Himmler had tried to wipe out the witches in the Germanic nations and failed. (https://www.thelocal.no/20160316/norwegian-witch-books-stolen-by-nazis-recovered-in-prague) No wonder Dawson has fled to the icy north. They are close there to their goddess and we will have to do battle there. We dare not be overt though, the Governments there are powerful and have many tools to blunt our efforts if we are overt, so covert it shall be.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We are in agreement, gentlemen. Tomorrow here again. Those who wish may remain for a briefing on how the witches escaped our shores. All hail, the Speaker”[<br><br>  “All hail, the Speaker!” they reply and depart.</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Instructions are sent. In basements below psychiatric wards of many major so-called mental health facilities, certain patients are strapped to padded beds and their sedatives reversed and their brains are then heightened on stimulants too advanced to be named by other than their chemical formulae. We remain to form the probe. We too are strapped to padded tables and helmets placed on our heads to receive and conduct the energy from our unwitting psychotics. We wait patiently and form our connections and build.<br><br>Then we seek Dawson. It is not difficult nor did we expect it to be. Yet what we meet is an impenetrable shield that not only holds but reverses the probe back at us and we fight to both shut off the probe and shield ourselves against its raw energy. Several of our psychotics take the bruins and lapse into mindless, empty corpses. Make a note that we will need to harness our animals if we try this against Dawson again. Even the witch we killed in southern Libya was not this strong.<br><br>But we learned. Near Dawson and within her shield is another and there is a love bond between them. And there were three or possibly four more too. The false doctor certainly. A Swede of little consequence other than possibly as one to try to turn. And the witch teacher. The fourth we did not recognize, and the fourth was what drove the probe back at us while Dawson and the witch teacher built the shield. We retreat to consider. Our forces will go at them again with more knowledge. Perhaps the one with the love bond. Perhaps the Swede.<br><br>We disconnect and stand. Each to our dwellings to recover. We know too well the risk of continuing without a full reserve and we know how to recover. That, that was close!</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-12-2018, 03:22:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… as Kimmie kisses my cheek, I sense a difuse danger … reach for Huguette and we shield … Kimmie and Tangie and Ulla are all inside … and we strengthen the shield with them helping as best they know … Huguette gives a smile, acknowledging what we do together … and then the danger strikes … corruscating sparks fly …<br><br>… and deep inside I feel Isis seize the incoming danger and take it into herself and reform it and drives it back the way it came … we hold our shield moments longer while I cradle Isis … and then it ends … her little spark glows … a week old and only dozens of cells and a power I did not know existed … Huguette is with me, hovering … let her in a little … she too is amazed … we three turn and follow what Isis sent back … observing only … yes, The Shadow … and they lost troops but not leaders … we catch their souls and nourish them …<br><br>… nod to Huguette … we will meet tonight …<br><br>… Kimmie is receding from kissing my cheek … take her hand … did she feel it? … </em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Did you feel it? Just now?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; look around for Tangie and Ulla … Huguette is holding Tangie … Ulla is breathing hard …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>30-12-2018, 19:05:37</strong>
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				I sense something!!!<br><br>My world crackles with an unknown energy....a harmful surge of 'something'&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I feel Huguette and Chloe instantly form an orb of protection around all of us.&nbsp; Someone else is helping too....not sure....<br><br>I toss energy into the field, it is absorbed instantly and added to the collective good.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then my energy stops.&nbsp; I have more to give...but it stops....Perhaps that is all that is needed??&nbsp; Or was I blocked??<br><br>The attack ends.&nbsp; I sense we are not hurt, but that we have hurt those sent against us.....we help their wounded, drawing them into our circle. They will never hurt us again, and in fact, we have added their energies to our own somehow.<br><br>Chloe asks if I felt it....<br><br>I nod....<em>"Yes....not electrical...but something like it.....energy....raw and destructive......Are you ok? The baby?&nbsp; All of us?"</em><br><br>Everything returns to as it was.....What just happened??
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>31-12-2018, 19:44:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; make an executive decision … </em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Let’s forget lunch and get back to, um, to home. ”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; look around for Tangie and Ulla … Huguette is holding Tangie … Ulla is breathing hard and her eyes are unfocused … walk over to her … take her&nbsp; hand and look into her eyes … reach with Insight … help her focus herself …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’re going home. Now. Please get the car with Kimmie and we’ll meet you out front. I’ll have them send all the parcels later.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; turn to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Stay with her and call if you need any help. I think she’s okay to drive.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… tap my head so Kimmie knows to use Insight for the call if needed … I help the two of them establish a loose rapport … Kimmie does not yet know how to take over for another who is incapacitated and fortunately Ulla is merely dazed …<br><br>… the store clerk is hovering …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We have an emergency to attend to at home. Please ship our packages to …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; skim Ulla’s departing brain for the address … tell her the address …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “… and have the driver bring a bill for the delivery. We’ll pay cash.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and with that done, establish a loose rapport with Kimmie – location information … and help Huguette move Tangie toward the door … when I sense the vehicle approach, I nod and we exit … vigilant! … Ulla seems to be driving so there’s something … we get Tangie into the car between us and the door closed&nbsp; … Ulla is driving by rote … and about 20 minutes later we’re back inside our compound … brief Insight conversation with Huguette …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’ll meet at Huguette’s in 15 minutes. Kimmie, please take Ulla to her quarters and help her wash her hands and face. Drop her at Huguette’s and come to our place. I’ll help get Tangie to Huguette’s and meet you at our place. Go!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… feel so alien giving orders like this! … but we go … one of our custodians takes charge of the vehicle … Tangie seems a bit steadier on her feet as we get her inside and up the stairs to Huguette’s … inside, we get her in a chair and I wait with her while Huguette uses the toilet and gets a warm cloth … then go to our place to meet Kimmie … use the toilet and wash briefly as I hear Kimmie come in …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “In here Kimmie!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… let her wash … in our bedroom, we both strip and put on our white robes … explain briefly …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Tangie is seriously hurt. Ulla has a shield up to cope so we don’t know how bad she’s hurt so we may find damage done her too. You came through great beby but we’ll check you out too after we help Huguette with Tangie and ulla. Oh, and Isis is just fine. Ready?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we hold hands as we go to Huguette’s room … leave our sandals inside the door and sit where Huguette points … Tangie is at the center of the pentagram … candles the only light … Ulla sits in a chalk circle off to the side … protection until we treat Tangie … Huguette is at the top of the pentagram … Kimmie and I at each of the two feet … this may be Kimmie’s first participation in one of these … squeeze her hand and let go … this is for Huguette to run … I will learn and give her what she asks … inside, I feel Isis’ little light pulse …she sense what we do … empty my mind and open my root to Tangie when she asks … observe Isis join herself to that … and it proceeds …<br><br>… some time later, I sense that Hugurette has done what she intended … open my eyes … Huguette is helping Tangie leave the center … a circle for her … she sits … eyes alert and breathing rhythmically … Huguette opens the circle protecting Ulla and brings her to the center of the pentagram … we repeat … and then Kimmie … breathe and let Huguette handle this … love and doctoring do not mix well … and then this is done too … Kimmie is back at the other base of the pentagram … watch Huguette bring Ulla and then Tangie to the other points … we enter the 5 way Insight … Huguette asks me to tell …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The Shadow attacked. They used psychotics at mental hospitals to drive their attack. The next time they will use wild animals deranged on drugs. This we saw behind their attack. We must each practice our defenses and our teamwork. Teamwork defeated this attack and a stronger team will be needed for the next and the next after that. They will target individuals next, this one told them who is near me. They know better than to attack me though they do not yet know why.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… pause …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You need to know why. Please meet Isis.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Isis seems to know it is time for her to reveal herself … her light shines upon us all … Huguette suspected, I think, and smiles at the accuracy of her guess … Kimmie knew … the other two almost quail before the tiny spark …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, that Isis is returning. The daughter of chaos has decided it is time for her to again reassemble the fragments and make creation whole again. We are her servants. She will be among us in the flesh within the year and we must be ready to protect her until she comes into her own. Hail, Isis.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the wee spark exudes more love and caring than I knew exists in the whole of creation … Huguette is the first to speak …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>  “Blessed be!”</strong></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>05-01-2019, 01:02:16</strong>
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				This attack or this invasion or this whatever it was, changes everything.&nbsp; Instantly we go into a defensive mode.&nbsp; Our shopping trip is concluded and Chloe gathers us up and we head for 'sanctuary'.<br><br>Ulla is 'injured' or stunned....I go with her in the car, ready to assist her.&nbsp; But she is strong and seems to be shaking off the effects.&nbsp; <br><br>Once in the compound, Chloe sends out a message:<br><br>“We’ll meet at Huguette’s in 15 minutes. Kimmie, please take Ulla to her quarters and help her wash her hands and face. Drop her at Huguette’s and come to our place. I’ll help get Tangie to Huguette’s and meet you at our place. Go!”<br><br>I take Ulla to her room.&nbsp; Once there, I turn on the water in her bathroom sink....find a washcloth and begin applying warm water to her neck.....this seems to soothe her quickly.&nbsp; In minutes, she is washing her face and hands buy herself.&nbsp; A real good sign is that she lets her hair down and brushes it herself.&nbsp; She gives me a quick smile and mouths "Thanks"...then speaks to me in Insight...."Im well again Sister....Lets go to Huguette's room"<br><br>  “In here Kimmie!” I hear Chloe say when I get back to our room.&nbsp; I wash up and join Chloe as we put on our robes....Our robes!!&nbsp; Something big is going on and we are reacting to it as a "Sisterhood"!<br><br>  “Tangie is seriously hurt. Ulla has a shield up to cope so we don’t know how bad she’s hurt so we may find damage done her too. You came through great baby but we’ll check you out too after we help Huguette with Tangie and Ulla. Oh, and Isis is just fine. Ready?”<br><br>Hand in hand we pad quietly to Huguette's room.<br><br>In her room is a pentagram with Tangie at the center.&nbsp; Ulla sits off to one side, Huguette sits at the head of the pentagram.&nbsp; Ive never participated in this ritual.&nbsp; Yet I am unafraid....if I can help, I want to....I will no do what is required and I will do it to the best of my ability.<br><br>What I do, is a mystery.&nbsp; A sort of psychic joining of wills....of spirits....of beings....Its a warm coddling sensation.&nbsp; Almost entirely pleasurable....I am lost in a sea of aether, thoughts, images, and something so profoundly wonderful and enlightening yet has no emotion to describe it.<br><br>Huguette ends the 'healing'.&nbsp; We are then assembled to the 5 points of the pentagram.&nbsp; I remain at my position at the base...<br><br>Once positioned, Huguette opens insight to us all.&nbsp; We are linked together and 'speak' to each other.&nbsp; Huguette asks Chloe to explain the events of the day:<br><br>“The Shadow attacked. They used psychotics at mental hospitals to drive their attack. The next time they will use wild animals deranged on drugs. This we saw behind their attack. We must each practice our defenses and our teamwork. Teamwork defeated this attack and a stronger team will be needed for the next and the next after that. They will target individuals next, this one told them who is near me. They know better than to attack me though they do not yet know why.”<br><br>… pause …<br><br>  “You need to know why. Please meet Isis.”<br><br><br>Isis&nbsp; &nbsp;Our daughter&nbsp; Reveals herself to all 5 of us.&nbsp; Huguette nods knowingly....Ulla and Tangie are stunned, but recover.&nbsp; Afterall, the presences of Isis is another ally.&nbsp; Little do they realize how powerful already, this tiny being is.&nbsp; I can sense her power, but even I do not understand its depth nor range.&nbsp; &nbsp;Our daughter.....how beautiful....<br><br>Chloe sends us her words:<br><br>“Yes, that Isis is returning. The daughter of chaos has decided it is time for her to again reassemble the fragments and make creation whole again. We are her servants. She will be among us in the flesh within the year and we must be ready to protect her until she comes into her own. Hail, Isis.”<br><br>I feel a wave of warmth, understanding and love.....I hear her call out to each of us...yet I do not hear her call a name....I feel each smile at her recognition....Tangie.....Ulla....Huguette.....<br><br>Her spark reaches me and hovers in my mind.....then I hear the most beautiful two syllables ever uttered to me:<br><br><strong>"Mama"</strong>......we touch....we embrace.....she moves back to Chloe.....<br><br>I have never felt more in tune with the Universe than I do at this singular moment.<br><br>  <strong>“Blessed be!”</strong>&nbsp; echoes Huguette<br><br><em>"Blessed be"</em>&nbsp; I intone as well.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-01-2019, 22:54:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; following the day of the attack, we settle into a routine, knowing another will come and not whether it will be physical or psychic … I get back to my lab … chemistry first to get the modified progesterone needed to even conduct the experiments … this time, I’m careful to document the method … and I feel fortunate to have two other grad students who attempt to follow the recipe and replicate my results … science rigor! …<br><br>… afternoons I consult with the team working to clone a vagina and uterus … promising yet issues keep arising and good minds toss out ideas until one sticks … and it’s&nbsp; tested and sometimes we’re back to our starting point … so close yet so far before they can start growing one …<br><br>… evenings are communal dinner and time with Kimmie … her crash course in the arts are exhausting and so she’s often asleep early …<br><br>… once she’s abed, I spend time with Huguette, strengthening and learning … word of Carlotta’s sacrifice has sisters starting to seek her successor … and when word emerges that she passed the mantle, I am faced with the challenges of defending her choice and of learning the hierarchy … the sisterhood has ever been a loose knit affiliation … and as Carlotta perceived, it will take much effort to turn it into the power needed to restore this world … delicate first steps … build relationships … and keep Mother from taking over … I refuse her visit requests at least weekly … ‘wait for Isis’ I tell her …<br><br>… Huguette and I begin the search for the small team of sisters who will actually raise her and protect Isis and her younger sister … Isis will be born with her mind rich with all she knew before she departed and all I know and will learn up to the point when we separate her umbilicus … and even then we will share easily what we choose …<br><br>… the problem she will face is organizing her knowledge and talents … play will be important … knowledge alone is not enough … learning to use the knowledge … and as we learned during the Shadow’s attack, she will have great power … and we all know she will have a temper …<br><br>… one evening after dinner, Kimmie and I are cuddled on our couch … </em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We are ready to start making your new organs. And it’s time to capture what we can of your remaining sperm. An <abbr title="removing the testicles">Orchiectomy</abbr> is the preferred way followed by a careful dissection to capture the remaining sperm. A <abbr title="removing the Penis">Penectomy</abbr> is also indicated. The tissues from both would be used to start the growth of the vagina and uterus. We’ve decided growing ovaries is a bridge too far for quite a few years now. We considered using donated ovaries but that is alien tissue and not your own cells. Full anesthesia, surgical team that has done numerous reassignment surgeries. You’d have a smooth patch down there except for where your urethra is left open. No change in how you control urination but sitting will be recommended and using the bidet to wash too. We don’t need you to get a <abbr title="urinary tract infection">UTI</abbr>. So what do you think? Still want to do this?”</span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>09-01-2019, 00:12:47</strong>
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				Days pass from the attack.&nbsp; We dont let up our security.&nbsp; As Chloe has said, they will come again.&nbsp; We all know that, we all believe that....the question is when?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>I take heart in the fact that since there is a delay in their assaults we have likely done a couple of things to them.&nbsp; First, shown we are strong.&nbsp; The probably assumed this first attack, a surprise, would catch us unawares and vulnerable.&nbsp; &nbsp;But we were not.&nbsp; Secondly, I have to believe we hurt them as well.&nbsp; We know not all their attackers returned and there were likely others who succumbed later on.&nbsp; That would shock and slow them down.<br><br>I sit with Huguette every day and learn and study and practice as much as I can.&nbsp; I move forward in my education, its just that some days are more fruitful for me than are others.<br><br>In the same space of time Chloe has thrown herself into her work.&nbsp; She has an attentive lab and seems to be making great progress.&nbsp; &nbsp;When we do get some time alone, we sit and hold each other and either talk or just hold each other.&nbsp; I was during one of those glorious moments of rest that Chloe said to me:<br><br>“We are ready to start making your new organs. And it’s time to capture what we can of your remaining sperm. An Orchiectomy is the preferred way followed by a careful dissection to capture the remaining sperm. A Penectomy is also indicated." <br><br>I nod.....I smile....my time is approaching.....Harvesting my sperm....my last donation from my manhood....Something I havent see in ages to be honest<br><br>"The tissues from both would be used to start the growth of the vagina and uterus. We’ve decided growing ovaries is a bridge too far for quite a few years now. We considered using donated ovaries but that is alien tissue and not your own cells. Full anesthesia, surgical team that has done numerous reassignment surgeries. You’d have a smooth patch down there except for where your urethra is left open. No change in how you control urination but sitting will be recommended and using the bidet to wash too. We don’t need you to get a UTI. So what do you think? Still want to do this?”<br><br>I smirk at her.....<em>"You make it all sound so clinical....but I do appreciate knowing the procedures.....I thought you might have asked if I wanted to be a Mommy?.....Same result, less science"</em>....<br><br>I reach up and kiss her, then return to my place, head on her chest....<br><br><em>"Yes, let's do it for all the right reasons.....let's do it for our daughters who will be sisters.....let's do it for us....and let's do it to keep the sisterhood strong and vibrant...…"</em><br><br><em>"What is the timetable for all this to occur?&nbsp; And, are we dependent on a quiet time from the Shadow to do this??"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-01-2019, 23:31:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shadow</span></span><br>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span style="font-family: Impact;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Where: Under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington, seated around pentagonal table.<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So have any of you reached any definitive conclusions what in hell that was that hit us back when we attacked that cursed Dawson and her companions?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>None of us have. A force of focus and power none of us have seen. Only one thing to do.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Then we must take this to The Head. Are there any objections? If not, prepare yourselves.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Together we lift the ancient, heavy table from the ancient, pentagonal rug at the center of room. Roll the carpet to expose the pentagram intricately carved into the bare stone with the gold star at the very center. When we are each standing at an apex of the pentagram, we extent our hands and the star lifts. Fumes rise from the hole beneath and we are transported elsewhere.<br><br>Later, we find ourselves standing at our places, shaking our heads to clear them of the last remaining stench of sulphur and hugging ourselves to restore our limbs against the cold. We reverse the rug and table and with goblets of dark, bitter weine, sit and contemplate what we have experienced.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The enemy has arisen and is seeking form. We must destroy its bearer!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Ideas fly. Psychic warfare is the consensus. We settle on the first targets.</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>15-01-2019, 23:54:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we’re snuggling and talking …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I keep it clinical because otherwise we blind ourselves to what we can’t see. that’s a lot of what Huguette is teaching you, think before you act and then choose the tool for …”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… an agonizing scream wrenches my heart and soul … <strong>‘Chloe! Help! Your Father …’</strong> … my mind leaps to hers and I feel Isis join as we circle her with our shield …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, call Huguette. We need help here!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Mother is kneeling next to Daddy … he is on the floor, writhing and&nbsp; clutching his chest … Mother’s hands are making ritual movements over him … a general warding for an unknown attack … feel Huguette and the others at my back … buoyed by their presence, Isis follows as we energize Mother’s wardings … and a part of us searches the source … we find it … tag it … trace it … and before I can do anything lightning flares and takes hold of the center of a pentagonal table … corruscating flame bores deep into the wood … burns the malevolence embodied there … the malevolence dives into the floor … devoid of the malevolence, the table is blasted to splinters … the rug beneath it smoking … we get a glimpse of the place and those who were around the table … and retreat to help Circe … she is on her phone calling 911 … I go to Daddy … reach where only a few of us know and apply the soothing water from the spring from which all flows … touch his mind … find the places in his brain where his vessels have been damaged and wash that away … a psychic healing of a physical person … something I knew and had never done … the paramedics arrive and we step back with Circe … hold her long enough … and then come back to Kimmie … Isis snuggles inside me, alive and very angry …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Be calm, little one. Your time is not yet and you have done them great ill. Thank you, our Love!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie shares as we rock Isis back to calm and restful … she expends so much and will sacrifice her life unless we buffer her and give her ours to use instead … he Love is beyond understanding … return to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Sooner rather than later Kimmie. Your first surgery I mean. Others are trying to force our hand and we must do what we can to be ready the next time and the next. I’ll make arrangements tomorrow. And thank you for quickly calling Huguette. Her and Ulla and Tangie’s help along with yours was essential.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>16-01-2019, 01:08:59</strong>
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				We enter a new age.&nbsp; The age of Assaults.&nbsp; We are not the only targets.&nbsp; This time its Mr. Dawson.&nbsp; Something beyond malevolent attacked him.&nbsp; Was Circe the target?&nbsp; Not likely.&nbsp; They are going to attack us everywhere and anywhere.&nbsp; He was vulnerable.&nbsp; He became the target.<br><br>This time we were quick enough.&nbsp; The combined efforts of Chloe, Huguette, Tangie, and even my own small force were enough to stem the tide.&nbsp; When Isis added her power, the scales were tipped and we crushed the 'agent' of the shadow.<br><br>Isis<br><br>Still a fetus but with a strength that may be growing exponentially with each encounter?&nbsp; There's no way to know for sure of course.&nbsp; This part of the situation is completely new and unknown to anyone.&nbsp; But our daughter reacted and reacted fiercely.&nbsp; <br><br>Mr. Dawson is surviving.&nbsp; The Sisters rallied.&nbsp; The Sister prevailed.&nbsp; Chloe speaks to Isis directly in Foresight:<br><br>“Be calm, little one. Your time is not yet and you have done them great ill. Thank you, our Love!”<br><br>Chloe turns to our discussion about me full transition to womanhood.&nbsp; Obviously things are changing rapidly for us all.&nbsp; I will have to adapt as well.<br><br>  “Sooner rather than later Kimmie. Your first surgery I mean. Others are trying to force our hand and we must do what we can to be ready the next time and the next. I’ll make arrangements tomorrow. And thank you for quickly calling Huguette. Her and Ulla and Tangie’s help along with yours was essential.”<br><br>I merely smile.&nbsp; Of course we would all help.&nbsp; This is literally 'life and death' as a struggle.&nbsp; I also realize that Isis is the key.&nbsp; Until I have my own baby, she is the one and only.&nbsp; My baby will add to the struggle.&nbsp; Her role as yet undefined to me, but known to the Goddess.&nbsp; My surgery will be the first step towards fueling her life.<br><br>I lean into Chloe, one hand on her abdomen....I can almost feel the life inside her.....<br><br>"Im ready, Chloe"&nbsp; I whisper.....and I hold her even closer. <br><br>A peace descends upon the compound.&nbsp; I sense it.&nbsp; We are safe for the night.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-01-2019, 03:22:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… kiss Kimmie and send her off to bed … I change and skyclad attend to lessons with Huguette … we consider together what Isis showed us when she traced the attack to its center … we know what lies beneath that rug … only its agents are wounded … they will lick their wounds and come again … that beneath that casts the shadow is the enemy … that which opposed the building that the goddess began and that Isis restored once and will again …&nbsp; soon it will be time to begin training the sisterhood … forging the energy for the weapon Isis will wield … when she takes on what seethe’s below the floor of that underground chamber … we have begun sending out feelers … telling the few who can understand who we are and what we do … we spend time each evening with some of those via Insight … show them Foresight … show them we are pure and serve the goddess without hidden motive or evil thought …<br><br>… I rejoin Kimmie in our bed not long before dawn seeps through the blinds … just enough time to rest my mind and body while doing other things with my consciousness and the already rested parts of my mind … we rise and I make her coffee …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Have a wonderful day baby! See you at dinner!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… at the lab, I check on Tangfie with the animals … we’ll begin the experiments next few days … then to my biochem lab where I run checks on the finishing bioagents we’ll use on the experiments … and examine the replications done by the others … chemical matches as best any of us can tell … we’ll use equal parts my and their product in our experiment … enough mice for the first stage … then to meet the genetic cloners … they’re conducting a very cynical review of their work and the peers representing the outside are impressed … good science is so hard and we’re exceedingly lucky so far … all waiting for the other shoe to drop … and then on to be interrogated by the bioethicists … explain precisely what I do and what it can be used for … hidden is the one previous use on a human … and finally to the surgeons who will do Kimmie’s first and hopefully second surgeries … realize I’m hungry and that I missed lunch and it’s time to head home to Kimmie and dinner …<br><br>… kiss her and take a shower … I feel wrung out … too much information and too many people … dressed again, we go to dinner hand in hand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Day after tomorrow Kimmie. You go to prep at 9 and they operate at 10. About two hours they estimate. The plastic surgeons do very careful stitching. And they make the skin cuts too with an eye to when they have to put the edges back together. Everyone’s psyched for this and you’re the star of the show.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we go into dinner … a bit of salmon with veggies and salad from the garden on the roof … after dinner we return to our rooms …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “They’ll let me be with you until the surgery starts but you’ll be out cold before then. I’ll be with you in recovery when you wake up.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-01-2019, 01:20:03</strong>
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				Chloe and I spend very little time together over the next day.<br><br>I DO spend a lot of time with Huguette.&nbsp; In Foresight, she teaches me to channel my energy at a specific point.&nbsp; She doesnt say 'enemy', but the intent is clear.&nbsp; &nbsp;My need to practice this focusing is apparent.&nbsp; As someone who's skill set employs a wide reaching 'scanning' of an area for danger.&nbsp; The need and ability to focus against one thing specifically, is very difficult.&nbsp; By the end of the day, I have a monstrous headache.&nbsp; Tangie comes to me, and for want of a better way to describe it, reaches into me with her foresight and alleviates the pain with a short of psychic touch.&nbsp; <br><br>I smile at Tangie.&nbsp; Her strengths and abilities are growing as well.&nbsp; All the teachings are having a positive effect on us.&nbsp; With that teaching also comes the lessons from the Sisters who have gone before us to create this legacy.&nbsp; What was once a low, garbled undertone, if quickly morphing into a flow of thoughts that I can tap into for strength as well as knowledge.&nbsp; I suddenly realize that connecting with our legacy is something the Shadow struggles to do.&nbsp; Its almost as if each generation of Shadow must start their quest for knowledge from Square 1.<br><br>Chloe returns from the lab and as we go to supper together, she tells me the new agenda:<br><br>“Day after tomorrow Kimmie. You go to prep at 9 and they operate at 10. About two hours they estimate. The plastic surgeons do very careful stitching. And they make the skin cuts too with an eye to when they have to put the edges back together. Everyone’s psyched for this and you’re the star of the show.” #Giggle<br><br>I feel a rush of excitement, dread, and amazement.&nbsp; Naturally Im worried.&nbsp; But Im more concerned if I can be a good mother.&nbsp; The pain of the surgury cannot drown out the excitement.&nbsp; Womanhood, Motherhood, Marriage....All are coming my way!<br><br>After a quiet, restful dinner, the sisters head to their room.&nbsp; I get a chance to have Chloe to myself, at least for a little bit.&nbsp; She strokes my hair as we sit together on the bed.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;“They’ll let me be with you until the surgery starts but you’ll be out cold before then. I’ll be with you in recovery when you wake up.”<br><br>I look at her....<em>"I want your face to be the last thing I see before they knock me out.....and I want it to be the first thing I see after the procedures.&nbsp; If I can have that, I'll be fine"</em><br><br>We fall asleep wrapped together.&nbsp; Even though I know Chloe doesnt require sleep, I love that she still wants to nestle with me.&nbsp; Its something that will last forever.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-01-2019, 03:17:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “That you shall have baby. You are Isis’ Daddy! All hail, Great Isis!” #<em>Very GentleGiggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; after she’s asleep, I lay back and begin building the net … <br><br>… Huguette here … several in Denmark and Norway … we gently embrace and join sisters from Finland and Iceland and Germany and the lowlands and Caucuses … outward … only a few each place … those receptive and at peace with themselves and their neighbors … thus our strength … Carlotta showed us all .. at peace with herself in the face of that … sisters from Africa … a strength we haven’t known before … from Russia and daughters of Kublai Khan and from the Indus … Aussies and Kiwis … from the rim and archipelagos … and the Americas … tonight we are together … learning how to snuggle together and find comfort and strength in each other and within ourselves … we understand together more will join us other of my nights … for I realize I am the nexus for this … must survive until Isis takes the role and then I am dispensable … a fervent wish to be as dispensable as Carlotta … Blessed Be …<br><br>… light outside the window as the Gaia hurtles us toward the sun to warm us in our turn … .. Kimmie sleeps on … I slide from our bed and use the toilet and make her coffee …&nbsp; sit at the edge of the bed and rub her back&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Morning baby! Coffee for you. Time to find the daylight!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; rub her back and then head for my morning toilet … when I’m done, dress and kiss her one last time …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “See you at dinner baby. Check with Ulla at breakfast because I think they need to do your medical profile today and take blood and all that good stuff. Love you!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my day is a repeat sort of yesterday except I have fewer appointments … critical one is with the cloners … they’ve asked me to be part of the team that determines whether they’re ready for Kimmie’s cells … and turns out I’m the most knowledgeable biochemist … give it all my due diligence while being careful to keep my feelings at bay …&nbsp; on this the companion and hero to our daughter Isis depends … the future queen, a thought comes unbidden … her name remains hidden .. Queen? … oh my! …<br><br>… the last few hours are spent frantically scribbling … chemical design&nbsp; but toward what end? … feel like I’m designing to cure something profound or create something as yet unknown … the news out of the CRISPR (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/CRISPR) is fraught with medical ethics and we the sisters who have dabbled in genetics since we made the first Adama are so aware of the risks of such endeavors … drag myself back from those memories deep so deep in Hindsight … raised up before Isis by the ancient of days … shudder … and here I am, again examining cloning and giving life to inanimate chemistry …<br><br>… my mood lightens on the ride home … Ulla is driving … she seems upbeat … I’m basking in the late afternoon sun as our car approaches the canal … and a thump and I’m propelled upward … through the windscreen somehow … turn in mid sky to see Ulla smashed into the steering column as the car smashes into the barriers and plunges forward into the canal … I float somehow … and land on the far bank and crumple painlessly as whatever shielded me dissipates … watch in slow motion as passersby and then police and emergency personnel respond … I’m helped into an ambulance … no ill effects … amazement around … the car is destroyed … and Ulla is dead … part of me notes the bomb that had been placed in our car … how I escaped is obvious … teleported past the plunging vehicle … a power I did not believe possible …<br><br>… none the worse for wear and mourning our sister Ulla, I enter our building and make my way to our suite … enter and pour a vodka … sit and swirl it … not drinking … puzzle the bomb … Shadow, obviously … but how and where? … wait for Kimmie …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-01-2019, 18:40:36</strong>
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				Another whirlwind day.&nbsp; Chloe and I share a brief 'good morning', enough to re-affirm our devotion and inner feelings, but not long enough to satisfy our needs to be with each other.&nbsp; That, like other aspects of our lives, needs to wait.&nbsp; The threat is still palpable.<br><br>I give Ulla all my medical records to pass along to the medical team as they prepare for me and my final surgeries.&nbsp; <br><br>Huguette and I spend the day in Foresight.&nbsp; She not only instruct me on images and inner meaning, which also intertwines in the history of the Sisterhood, but I also teach her.&nbsp; She does not know how I can sense danger.&nbsp; Together we wander my mind.&nbsp; I open up myself to her and she begins to see that this ability came from a number of factors.&nbsp; My being a male is a part of it, changing to female under Chloe's revenge, left me a shadow of a male but from that, the seed of premonition of danger was born.&nbsp; As I became more ensconced in the teachings of the Sisterhood, this granule of ability took root and grew.&nbsp; Huguette does not know if this is as far and as complete an ability it will be?&nbsp; Or, will it continue to grow?&nbsp; She senses it might be the latter.&nbsp; But how much more will it expand?&nbsp; No one knows.&nbsp; This is a new development and will bear watching.<br><br>Suddenly a blinding white light races from my mind into hers....I send her the thought:<br><br><em>"Something bad has happened.....Ulla.....Chloe is safe.....Ulla.....I cant see more?"</em><br><br>Huguette breaks our connection and reaches Chloe.&nbsp; Once she has established that link, she draws me back.&nbsp; From Chloe, we learn the awful truth.&nbsp; The Sisterhood is diminished by one.<br><br>My tears flow unabated.&nbsp; Tears of intense sadness for a woman who only gave of herself to us and to the Sisterhood, to tears of intense relief that the Goddess has spared Chloe......teleportation?&nbsp; Is this her ability or has Isis arisen again??<br><br>More investigation will be required.<br><br>I am detained by Huguette as she examines my mind to see if any warnings of danger appeared in my Foresight.&nbsp; Sadly, she sees that the warning came during her preliminary exploration.&nbsp; But while she was looking, I was not functioning as normal.&nbsp; The warning went to Huguette, who did not recognize it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Sadly, we both agree, that the warning did not come soon enough to save Ulla.&nbsp; Whether I was in control or not, it is likely nothing more could have been done to save her.&nbsp; The attack was too sudden.<br><br>Later, I join Chloe in our suite.&nbsp; She is holding a drink in one hand.&nbsp; The drink is accidentally knocked aside as I rush to embrace her.&nbsp; For unknown minutes we hold onto each other....Foresight exchanges our thoughts of love, relief, and sadness for the sacrifice of Ulla to the Shadow.<br><br>As we hold onto each other, we are joined by a third being who adds to the glow of our love.&nbsp; Isis is embracing us too.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-01-2019, 18:40:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the vodka sits there undrunk … Ulla’s death weighs heavy … a sister … our<span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I killed her Kimmie. I killed Ulla. If it wasn’t for me and Isis, she’d still be alive right now. Carlotta died because of me too. I’ll kill you too! And Huguette and Tangie and goddess knows how many others too! I never asked for this!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… tears streaming down my cheeks …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Why can’t we just have a normal life instead of being front and center to save the world? Why Kimmie! I’m not strong enough to do this! I just want to curly up and die!”</span></span><br></em></span></span></em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>20-01-2019, 22:25:15</strong>
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				Finally, her fascade breaks.&nbsp; The intense pressure she has been under leading the Sisterhood.&nbsp; The pressure of her research, the attack on her father, on us earlier, and now escaping her own death by a hairbreadth.<br><br>The drink is put down.<br><br>Chloe begins to weep.<br><br><br>“I killed her Kimmie. I killed Ulla. If it wasn’t for me and Isis, she’d still be alive right now. Carlotta died because of me too. I’ll kill you too! And Huguette and Tangie and goddess knows how many others too! I never asked for this!”<br><br>I hold her and let her get it out....<br><br>  “Why can’t we just have a normal life instead of being front and center to save the world? Why Kimmie! I’m not strong enough to do this! I just want to curl up and die!”<br><br>For a few minutes nothing is said.&nbsp; We hold onto each other as we never have before.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally, when her crying has subsided a bit.&nbsp; I say to her in Foresight:<br><br><em>"The Goddess chose you because you are the best weapon we have.&nbsp; As for the Sisters, not one of us is here against our will.&nbsp; We all WANT to be hear.&nbsp; Carlotta?&nbsp; She knew all of this before any of us.&nbsp; Ulla, Tangie, Circe, me...the sisters from every point of the pentagon want to be here.&nbsp; We all know the risk.&nbsp; We all know that to give up and live under the Shadow is worse than death itself"</em><br><br><em>"You will make it.&nbsp; I will help....Isnt that what a good wife does?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;I kiss her....<em>"You are not alone, you are one of many, you carry Isis....I will carry her sister....together they will defeat all enemies....."</em><br><br>I hold her away so she can see my face....."<em>If I dont make it, know that I will be waiting to love you in the next life as I love you in this one"</em><br><br>We hold each other, kiss, wipe away each other's tears.....and love grows.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>27-01-2019, 16:59:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie offers the comfort I tried to offer myself yet that sounds so much better coming from her … do all honest leaders feel this way? … Mao? … Stalin? … Fodel? … Obama? … and why am I flashing on my contemporary government’s class back when I was an undergrad? … the <em>The Short Course on the History of the Bolsheviks</em> (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_History_of_the_Communist_Party_of_the_Soviet_Union_(Bolsheviks)) was revelatory … so were Che’s all to brief missives … and the discussions with Daddy on the why’s and wherefores and morals … Daddy won … because he allowed that taxing instead of eating the rich was allowed … flash of thought … I am not doing this for power though Isis may choose that … not for me to make her in my image and likeness&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “You’re right Sis, as always since before. You keep me focused. I love you for that too.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we snuggle and even kiss a little and head for bed … there I love on her and if she could gain an erection I would have tried to complete that for her yet alas not ot be… my night is without sleep as I spend time with the Counsel of Advisors …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… two groups have found their way into the leadership of the sisterhood … a congress of representatives … however the local sisters push leaders to the fore … one from each area and areas don’t align with countries but with clusters of sisters … some with a strong advisor or in one case from Africa three excellent advisors to the acknowledged leader … loose yet functional … and not infrequently changing … the sisterhood has always recognized neighborhoods and communities over natural or artificial boundaries …<br><br>… and then a counsel of advisors … those who Carlotta before me and now I choose to take counsel with … we work on consensus … and on facts … sisters are grounded in facts and in science … we do not believe much … and we know our history and are never too busy to tell history to others …<br><br>… and so tonight the advisors establish that a sphere of protection needs to be placed around Isis … and we quickly establish assertions for the representatives to consider … and float those out for discussion and modification … tomorrow evening we will have the beginnings of the sphere … and sisters volunteering for shifts to construct and then maintain it … quickly from the formless representatives comes the thought of a counter force … the advisors agree to take that up later yet soon … attacjks are expected and we ought to not rely on Isis alone to counter them …<br><br>… dawn in the east through our blinds … I rise and make coffee for Kimmie and me … rub her back after setting it by her bedside&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Coffee baby. Nothing to eat this morning though because your surgery is next.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit at her bedside while she wakes and let our history wash over me … good to remember … best not to review my own morals …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 01:27:42</strong>
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				Chloe and I fall asleep together.&nbsp; Thoughts and gestures of love flow back and forth between us.&nbsp; Finally, I, who requires physical rest, succumbs to those needs.&nbsp; I know Chloe no longer requires such earthly necessities.&nbsp; But, I am not there yet.<br><br>I doze for a short while.&nbsp; Awaken, doze and fall into a fitful state.&nbsp; With the surgery scheduled for tomorrow, I find myself unable to shake the nervousness that accompanies it.<br><br>As I lie there, a voice reaches me in Foresight:<br><br><em>"Mother.....please rest....your strength is needed for tomorrow's work.&nbsp; Know that the Goddess watches over you and all will be well.&nbsp; Your womb has been selected for this special blessed event.&nbsp; Your story is known to us all.&nbsp; Your change to beome both the mother and the father to one daughter is all part of the miracle the Goddess requires.&nbsp; You have gone to a unique place under the guidance of the Goddess.&nbsp; Both man, then woman.&nbsp; Now your journey will be complete.&nbsp; In time, my sister will be born.&nbsp; Your first and greatest child.&nbsp; Together, she and I will have powers beyond the knowledge of the Shadow and beyond their ability to stop us.&nbsp; That is the future.&nbsp; Rest my mother.&nbsp; Sleep.&nbsp; Tomorrow your journey both ends and begins.&nbsp; Blessed be" </em> <br><br>After Isis' visit.&nbsp; I sleep soundly, and completely.&nbsp; I awaken refreshed. Chloe is there.<br><br>“Coffee baby. Nothing to eat this morning though because your surgery is next.”<br><br><em>"Isis visited me last night"</em>....I begin to tell her.....Chloe puts her hand on mine and smiles.<br><br>"Yes, our daughter spoke to me as well...."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>28-01-2019, 03:24:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… smile at Kimmie … yes, I knew Isis had visited her but not what she said to Kimmie … her sense to me were to abide and be at peace … to not rush time …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Me as well. What did she say to you? Let’s have breakfast with Tangie and Huguette and then we can go see your surgeons. Dress comfortably and loose. You’ll have gauze and bandages down there for a few days and a bag to drain pee into. No catheter, thank goodness. Those are plain weird!” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I stand and dress in my typical day wear except clean and not yesterday’s jeans … concession to sterile …<br><br>… we have breakfast and Huguette wishes Kimmie well and Tangie is coming along to assist the surgery team … learning Swedish and surgical technique with full intention of becoming licensed to do what she was trained to do back home in Boston … and reconciled to being in Sweden … not an easy feat … Huguette is looking at me … and when I open to her she shows me the beginnings of the shield around us … will be enough to protect Kimmie today … and that is enough for me …<br><br>… after breakfast, a new driver is ready to take us to the hospital and labs … the ride is only a few blocks but we must go past the place where Ulla and I plunged into the canal and orange temporary barriers replace the masonry we plunged though glare at me accusingly … I point them out ot Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’ll put a memorial there for her, for Ulla. A bench or something, not one of those silly roadside things like they do back in the states.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… at the surgical wing, we go inside and get Kimmie checked in … she goes in back with the nurses to be prepped … I go to the scrub room where I go through the rituals the surgeons are going through so I’m as sterile … and when the nurse signals, I join Kimmie in the prep room .... sit on a stool and take her hand that doesn’t have the IV set …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’ll be with you through the whole thing Kimmie. And if you want to try, we’ll do a nerve block instead of anesthesia. You and I will be conscious and I’ll set the blocks in your nerves if you’ll let me. But you have to allow me to do that. The surgeons and nurses are all sisters, so we’re all cool with whatever choice you make. Nerve blocks lower the slight risk from general anesthesia. You won’t feel a thing either way but you will be awake and as drowsy as you choose if I set the nerve blocks.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>29-01-2019, 01:25:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>As I had suspected and anticipated, Isis had visited both her mothers last night.&nbsp; Chloe was told to be at peace and to abide her time.&nbsp; I tell Chloe what Isis told me:&nbsp; That I have been selected by the Goddess.&nbsp; That, the child I will bear needs to come from the same mother and father, at the same time.&nbsp; <br><br><em>"She also told be that it will be well and that together our children, the two sisters, will overcome the Shadow....She told me to rest....and I fell into the deepest sleep ever"</em><br><br>We enjoy our breakfast together.&nbsp; There is no danger nearby or anywhere I can detect.&nbsp; Still, if this is the will of the Goddess, little will be able to interfere.<br><br>Chloe goes over the procedure a bit, mostly telling me that I'll have gauze and bandages 'down there' for a few days....My mind races a bit....this is really going to happen....once feared, now eagerly anticipated....<br><br>I dress and wear the loosest clothes I can find.&nbsp; Somewhat difficult since I usually buy things that are tight or at least very clingy.&nbsp; &nbsp;I do find a very loose maxi dress. I add a cardigan and hope the longer dress will provide the warmth I'll need.<br><br><br><br><br>I get my well wishes and hugs from Huguette and Tangie.&nbsp; Tangie, in fact, will be at the surgery, which makes me feel better.....<br><br>We drive to hospital.&nbsp; I get a chill as we pass the scene of yesterdays attack that cost Ulla her life.&nbsp; Chloe tells me of a memorial that we'll erect there, in her honor.&nbsp; <br><br>We get to the hospital much more quickly than I was ready.&nbsp; The nurses usher me off to be prepped.&nbsp; I do get a bit embarrassed as I am shaved down and the remnants of my once proud cock are in front of them.&nbsp; Fortunately these are all Sisters.&nbsp; There is nothing more than absolute professionalism with them.&nbsp; They may not know what the Goddess has planned for me, but they can appreciate my desire to join them.<br><br>As I lie in the pre-surgery room....an IV in one arm....Chloe appears.&nbsp; My heart leaps.&nbsp; This is our dream come true...and we are on the threshold.<br><br>  “I’ll be with you through the whole thing Kimmie. And if you want to try, we’ll do a nerve block instead of anesthesia. You and I will be conscious and I’ll set the blocks in your nerves if you’ll let me. But you have to allow me to do that. The surgeons and nurses are all sisters, so we’re all cool with whatever choice you make. Nerve blocks lower the slight risk from general anesthesia. You won’t feel a thing either way but you will be awake and as drowsy as you choose if I set the nerve blocks.”<br><br>I hadnt heard of that procedure.&nbsp; But being conscious and being able to talk to Chloe during the operation sounds wonderful.<br><br><em>"Yes, please, my love....please set the nerve blocks for me.....and hold my hand if you can.....I dont know if I'll have the courage to look, but if not, maybe you can tell me how things are progressing?"</em><br><br>We look into each other's eyes.....and feel the bond we share.....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-01-2019, 02:23:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie agrees to the nerve block … holding her hand, I invite Insight and she welcomes me … a snuggle and now to business …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So there are several places to set nerve blocks, near where the nerves are being stimulated or in the brain or for that matter several places along the spinal chord. We’re going to go into your Hippocampus where the spinal chord enters the brain and find the nerves that will be touched by this surgery. To do that, I need to show you the Hippocampus and the cluster of nerves that go to the lower abdomen and then you can watch those while I visit your lower abdomen and stimulate the nerves I find there. You identify which ones light up so to speak and those are the ones I’ll put the block on. Okay?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and that we do … my anatomy training allows me to show her the nerve bundle that comes up into the Hippocampus and then I follow that down to where it branches into her abdomen and perineum and penis … touch nerves where they group together and she detects the signals fractions of a second later at the Hippocampus … and soon we have our map … follow the nerves back up her spine and for each that she points out I apply a tiny bit of energy that diverts the signals that the doctors surgeons will cause as they perform their art … no local … no general … I leave part of my awareness in her Hippocampus and come up to tell the surgeons that it is done … they nod … and I rejoin Kimmie inside where we snuggle and admire Isis and consider her sister who is to be … occasionally I detect an unwanted signal and quickly do what is needed to keep it from touching Kimmie’s awareness … and occasionally I glance up to see how the surgeons are behaving … they’re still heads down and working carefully behind the screen that they prefer to keep between our eyes and their work … and I like that screen too … surgery is not for the faint and especially when done to one’s life and love …<br><br>… Isis restated through the whole thing … absorbing nutrients and growing and learning her rudimentary nerves and organizing them in her tiny brain … and her spark watched and absorbed too … when the two who had started her form came near all was wonderful … they taught her the thought form ‘mother’ and that was who they were … they had made her from themselves and then her spark had come to be with what they made and that was enough for now …<br><br>… a touch on my shoulder tells me the surgeons are finished … smile at the sister nurse …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, they’re done. Let’s leave the nerve blocks in place for a while and then carefully relax them so that little bits of feeling seep through. We’ll need to have them all relaxed by the time they want you to get up and walk. A few hours probably. Then we’ll see whether painkillers are needed or we can block them again when you need to rest and relax but not release them when you need to walk. How are you feeling, baby?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>02-02-2019, 17:17:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>With the Sisters performing the procedure and Tangie assisting, there is no need to NOT use Foresight.&nbsp; &nbsp;Chloe joins me and I feel her there, and not there as she goes to other parts of my physical being and performs nerve blocks.&nbsp; <br><br>My physical world seems to shrink as parts of me are sealed off so that the procedure can begin.<br><br>Chloe returns and holds me.&nbsp; And while I feel nothing, I know that changes are being made.&nbsp; <br><br>I feel it happen, in the world of Foresight....my penis....my truly last vestige of outworldly male signs, it gone....changed....nerve sensations retained.&nbsp; Simplistically, Im turned inside out....what was out, is in....what was male is now female.&nbsp; I feel a sort of glow.....I feel things building inside of me.....a home for a baby.....a sister for Isis.....a baby from me....to add to our family....A tear appears in my eye.....one of joy, for certain.<br><br>I lose all track of time....Isis is with us...Chloe embraces me.&nbsp; I feel wonderful.....Chloe leaves for a split second then returns......Isis retreats with a thought of love for me....<br><br>Chloe and I return to the physical world.....Im in the OR....but I sense the success of the operation from the Sisters in attendance.<br><br>“Kimmie, they’re done. Let’s leave the nerve blocks in place for a while and then carefully relax them so that little bits of feeling seep through. We’ll need to have them all relaxed by the time they want you to get up and walk. A few hours probably. Then we’ll see whether painkillers are needed or we can block them again when you need to rest and relax but not release them when you need to walk. How are you feeling, baby?”<br><br>I smile dreamily.....Its done.....at last....AT LAST....Im a woman too.&nbsp; Gone are my physical links to Kevin....Im now Kimmie....inside and out.....<br><br><em>"I feel amazing"</em> I say, my voice a little raspy.....I squeeze Chloe's hand....and mouth <em>"Thank you"</em> too her.<br><br>The return to the physical plane has left me tired.&nbsp; My body tells me Ive been through and ordeal.&nbsp; Yet, right now, I feel nothing in terms of pain, as Chloe has kept the blockers in place.<br><br>I want to feel my new female 'parts'.&nbsp; Yet I know to turn off the blockers would yield nothing but pain.&nbsp; I must wait.&nbsp; I will gladly.<br><br>Finally....I smile....I am a Sister too.....<br><br>I manage a hug for Chloe....and sniff back a few tears of joy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>04-02-2019, 23:16:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… they finish bandaging her and I hold her hand as they wheel her to the recovery room … hook her IV up to a saline drip and take vitals … then leave us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So here’s what happens next. What they removed goes two places. One is two the lab where they’re going to grow your womb and vagina and labia and all that. They’ll rework the tissue to a mold and then treat that with genetic catalysts to stimulate stem cell growth and then tease that into the rest of the shape needed. They’re guessing 16 months though it could be as short as 6 months. That’s what they’ll transplant back into you once it’s all developed.”<br><br>  “The other parts go to the lab where they’ll extract and preserve your sperm. Just like they do for in vitro fertilization and all that. And beginning this month when I have my period, they’ll go through the routine of finding and preserving my eggs. Once we know your transplant has succeeded and you have shown that you can be stimulated to have a period, they’ll go through the IVF just as they would normally for infertility. And when the blastocyst is ready after two or three days, they’ll transfer that to your new womb using a flexible instrument that shouldn’t do more than tickle.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit there and hold her hand … she knows she’s weak from the surgery and she’s resting the way Huguette has taught her to accelerate healing … a nurse comes in to check on her … asks me to buzz her when Kimmie is ready to dry to walk … stay with her lightly via Insight and another part of my brain works on the latest challenges in my own research … a bit later, she starts to come back to consciousness …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “They want to get you up and walking. After that learning how to urinate again. Both are important. Walking will reduce swelling and the longer you wait to pee the more painful that will be. Oh, you need to sit down from now on because you’ll spray instead of whiz.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>07-02-2019, 12:47:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br><br>“So here’s what happens next. What they removed goes two places. One is two the lab where they’re going to grow your womb and vagina and labia and all that. They’ll rework the tissue to a mold and then treat that with genetic catalysts to stimulate stem cell growth and then tease that into the rest of the shape needed. They’re guessing 16 months though it could be as short as 6 months. That’s what they’ll transplant back into you once it’s all developed.”<br><br>I listen to Chloe's explanation of the next steps in my recovery and new development.&nbsp; I know have a solid idea of what is next and how long it will take.&nbsp; I also know that with the Goddess and with Isis, any timetable set by humans is subject to their needs as well.&nbsp; But as 'short as 6 months' seems a miraculously quick time passage.&nbsp; &nbsp;We'll see.&nbsp; In any event, it IS happening, even as she speaks to me and I enter the very preliminary steps towards healing.<br><br>  “The other parts go to the lab where they’ll extract and preserve your sperm. Just like they do for in vitro fertilization and all that. And beginning this month when I have my period, they’ll go through the routine of finding and preserving my eggs. Once we know your transplant has succeeded and you have shown that you can be stimulated to have a period, they’ll go through the IVF just as they would normally for infertility. And when the blastocyst is ready after two or three days, they’ll transfer that to your new womb using a flexible instrument that shouldn’t do more than tickle.”<br><br>My path to motherhood!&nbsp; Me!&nbsp; A woman now....and a mother to be some day.&nbsp; I squeeze her hand gently.&nbsp; Even though Ive had the nerve blocks, I find that Im somehow more tired than I might have imagined?&nbsp; I turn to Huguette's teachings and in Foresight, draw on the healing powers from within.<br><br>I go into a state of semi-consciousness.&nbsp; Aware of my surroundings but wrapped in a healing glow.&nbsp; After an indefinite amount of time, I "awaken" and return to the present time.&nbsp; Chloe, bless her, is still there and the very first person I see when my eyelid peep open.&nbsp; Softly, she says to me:<br><br>  “They want to get you up and walking. After that learning how to urinate again. Both are important. Walking will reduce swelling and the longer you wait to pee the more painful that will be. Oh, you need to sit down from now on because you’ll spray instead of whiz.” #Giggle<br><br>I pat her hand softly and smile....<em>"Of course I need to sit....Im a woman afterall"</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;A smile spreads across my face, I know my eyes puddle a bit, but I dont cry.....<br><br>"No time like the present"&nbsp; I say weakly.....<em>"Shall we get me up and begin my, um, lessons?"</em><br><br>Chloe presses a buzzer and within seconds a nurse arrives.....<br><br>She smile upon entering the room.&nbsp; Together with Chloe's help.&nbsp; I swing to an upright position and take a few hesitant 'shuffles' towards the bathroom door.&nbsp; The trip is all of about 10 feet...and it seems like 2 miles.&nbsp; I make it, I am assisted in sitting down.&nbsp; And my new function explained.<br><br>Sitting back in bed is a relief......But one task completed and 'knowledge acquired'.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-02-2019, 03:42:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… when she’s back and resting with her eyes close, I find a comfortable sitting position and without letting go her hand, ‘go to work’ …<br><br>… item 1 – check the sphero of protection around us … seeking flaws and wondering who we can ask to do a proper red force attack to detect our weaknesses … pass that off to my security and safety team … slowly learning this chief executive role … recall all the times I went to work with Daddy when he ran meetings … he managed people to get things done … did little himself but he sure could manage … and I’m learning from the ground up …<br><br>… pause ‘work’ to check on Kimmie … her breathing is steady and her nerves are not jangling against the nerve blocks … quick snuggle with Isis in her slumbers and then back to ‘work’ …<br><br>… Insight with Huguette with report on Kimmie … she hooks in Tangie who reports on the team creating Kimmie’s new parts and the other team extracting her sperm and storing them to create our second daughter … a flash of Foresight shows several days of frantic activity … the cause for the urgency is not apparent and all are working smoothly … if that future does happen …<br><br>… item next with Huguette … more and more sisters feel a need for physical contact with me … so we set in motion plans for convocations near Paris and Mexico City and Manila … 6 weeks from now we depart … Huguette builds the travel team and notifies security … not how I wanted to see Paris with Kimmie … because we won’t … the Shadow will be aware well in advance and too much can go wrong yet the tour is necessary … private planes and several of them and decoys and I decide to trust my sisters and move on …<br><br>… Kimmie seems to be coming up out of deep sleep … her heart quickents on the monitor … I come up and take a damp cloth and sponge her face with skin temp water …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Welcome back! Interesting dreams?”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>14-02-2019, 00:30:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I begin to pass from sleep to consciousness again.&nbsp; My eyelids flutter open and Chloe is there...What a wonderful sensation fills me when I see her.&nbsp; Her gentle ministrations include a nice, warm cloth to freshen my face.&nbsp; It feels wonderful.<br><br>I look at her and can tell she's been busy.&nbsp; The attack on Ulla and her is only days ago.<br><br>I get a sudden feeling of loss thinking of Ulla.&nbsp; My Foresight embraces me and strengthens me....then allows for a feeling of loss to be sensed.....It all happens within seconds, yet it seems to take an hour to do.<br><br>The mysteries of Foresight are still revealing themselves to me<br><br>"Welcome back, any interesting dreams?"&nbsp; smiles Chloe<br><br>I smile....<em>"I dreamt I was a woman....but when I woke up, it wasnt a dream!"</em>&nbsp; My face, a bit tired, bubbles with a grin.<br><br><em>"Im a little stiff....I think that's natural....a little tired....but....is there any soup available?&nbsp; Im hungry, but for something light....."</em>&nbsp; I look at Chloe and giggle....<em>"Demanding little bitch you've created now!"&nbsp; <br></em><br>I make an effort to hug her....I want to feel her in my arms....My efforts are not smooth....but I can do it.....<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>16-02-2019, 02:03:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; stiff, she says … I give her all the help I can in her attempted hug … press the call button …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I called the nurse. I’m guessing they would have you walk a bit. I’d rather they be here as you attempt it though.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and indeed that’s their plan … the nurse has her put her legs over the edge of the bed … push up to a sitting position … feet on the floor … the socks with sticky spots will suffice for shoes … stand carefully … hold onto the bed … bring the walker over …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Best use this until you know you don’t need it instead of learning you wished you had it. So let’s go, Kimmie. We’re doing laps around the ward.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… walk with her … not hovering … ready to help if needed … we eventually get back to her room and get her back into bed …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Need something to eat baby? Here, water is always good.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold the water up to her with the straw sticking out the top … I need to get me something to eat too after she goes back to sleep …</em></span></span><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-02-2019, 16:58:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I have a few minutes of peace with Chloe.&nbsp; Of course, once you're 'post-surgery' you become a sort of celebrity with the staff.&nbsp; All sorts of stuff they want you to do, and lying in bed and relaxing is not one of their ideas.<br><br>“I called the nurse. I’m guessing they would have you walk a bit. I’d rather they be here as you attempt it though.”<br><br>I get some socks put on my by the nurse.&nbsp; She smiles....almost a 'welcome back' type of smile.&nbsp; Gingerly, I stand, ready for my insides to go swirling around or worse, rushing down my legs in some sort of nightmarish torrent.<br><br>But no.&nbsp; I stand.&nbsp; I feel weird.&nbsp; I slight flash of dizziness passes and Im upright.&nbsp; Chloe brings a walker over to me.&nbsp; I smile weakly.&nbsp; But Im glad to have it.&nbsp; Im not ready to solo at this point.<br><br>“Best use this until you know you don’t need it instead of learning you wished you had it. So let’s go, Kimmie. We’re doing laps around the ward.” #Giggle<br><br><em>"Laps.....like plural....as in 'more than one'...?&nbsp; You have such great expectations" </em> I smile<br><br>We walk....down then end of a corridor.&nbsp; It seems like its a half mile long....take a left and go a shorter distance....another left....and another 'half mile' returns us to the opposite end of the nurses station.&nbsp; The nurses are all enthusiastic and positive.&nbsp; We do one more lap....by the time I reach the nurses station the 2nd time, my legs are tired.&nbsp; Im helped by Chloe, back to my room and onto the bed.<br><br><em>"Well that was at least 10 miles"</em>&nbsp; I giggle and give her hand a squeeze to say 'thanks for being there'<br><br>  “Need something to eat baby? Here, water is always good.”<br><br>"Water would be wonderful"&nbsp; I say gratefully.&nbsp; Chloe holds the glass and guides the straw into my mouth.&nbsp; I think this is the absolute best, that water has ever tasted.....I take a long pull on the straw and feel a sense of 'recovery' in my legs.&nbsp; My other insides are ok....a little cranky at having been disturbed, or in this case, completely re-arranged.<br><br>I lie back.....I reach the nurses individually in Foresight and thank them.&nbsp; I feel their 'youre welcome' come back to me in a warm wave.&nbsp; They obviously know my procedure....but do they know the reasoning for my transition to becoming a woman?&nbsp; I dont know?<br><br>I begin to get drowsy.....I gently pull Chloe down to my face and give her a kiss....<em>"Im falling asleep, Im afraid....see you in a little while...."<br></em><br>I feel a little tingle in my Foresight.....Isis has said 'good night' to me.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-02-2019, 22:59:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Kimmie drifts off again … rgia took a lot our of her and the walk was good yet she’ll sleep for a few hours at least and hopefully wake hungry and needing to pee again … her prostate will remain minus the vas (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vas_deferens) so the muscles that control bladder outflow are not something she’ll need to relearn …<br><br>… I feel Isis send her a little bundle of love … amazing how much soul a 6 week old embryo can encompass … she demands much from my metabolism and I indeed feel I’m eating for two … together we moderate my food intake … and now I’m hungry …<br><br>… so once Kimmie is in deep sleep, I squeeze her hand lightly and head for the cafeteria … a small steak and a double pile of veggies should suit … I’m half way through the steak when I see Huguette and Tangioe headed my way … gesture for them to sit …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Do you need food? Not like the little cafeteria at home but quite passable for hospital.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… they seem grim … look at each other … Tangies goes first …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe, good and bad news. Good is that all of Kimmie’s parts are doing what we planned. Bad is something else.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… chew and swallow …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “May I finish eating, or is it so urgent I should forget I’m nourishing an embryo?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Foresight did not alert me to this moment yet now that it’s here I feel the cusp … Tangie sits back and holds up he hands … glances at Huguette …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “It can wait, but not long Chloe.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… search Insight and Foresight as I finish the veggies … feel Isis inside me … she seems calm and resting … so this is not danger to her … or to me since she depends on my well being for a while longer … finish the veggies and leave a bit of the steak …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Okay, the bad news please.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sit back and breathe … listen, Chloe … Daddy’s watch phrase when faced with the unexpected … Huguette picks up …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We need to accelerate and expand your visit with the sisters around the world. The Shadow has found new tactics and is spreading psychic slander that is insidiously infecting even some of the stronger among us. Tangie almost succumbed. The dome over you and Isis and Kimmie does not protect other than those in close proximity. And we have not yet solved how to expand it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Ah! Insight opens up and I can see what I could not before she spoke … hold up one hand and carefully extend Insight to them … and to Kimmie via her dream … cannot help that … wee Isis is along for the ride yet seems more attentive than slumbering … take what they opened up to me and gingerly touch my new gift of Foresight … share that too …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes. Thank you for this. Huguette, can we screen our security forces for those who could use Foresight instead of get lost in it? Security has an immediacy about the future, doesn’t it. While I have tended to use it strategically. This is tactics.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Huguette concurs …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Please include me in the training for security leadership. I will sit in back and listen but I need to become better sensitized to how this operates.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we conclude our mind meeting … they head wherever they were working and I head back to see Kimmie … is she awake? … kiss the corner of her mouth gently …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hey baby. did you miss me?”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>24-02-2019, 21:24:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>My little walk was akin to a marathon in my current state of physical being.&nbsp; I can barely stay awake once Im lying down again.&nbsp; I get so angry too....people are here to see me, to watch over me and I cant stay awake.<br><br>Suddenly a little voice comes to me in Insight.&nbsp; Its baby Isis....."Sleep is all you are supposed to do, Mother"&nbsp; Then as if by some magical device, I cave into the rest my body demands.<br><br>I rest unaware of anything until Chloe's face appears....her voice softly echoes....I know this is real....and I know she is reaching me through Insight.&nbsp; It must be important....she would not disturb me otherwise.<br><br>The Shadow is upping their pressure....Some sisters are succumbing.&nbsp; Those out of Chloe's immediate circle are vulnerable....listen to any possible solutions.<br><br>Chloe takes control:<br><br>"Huguette, can we screen our security forces for those who could use Foresight instead of get lost in it? Security has an immediacy about the future, doesn’t it. While I have tended to use it strategically. This is tactics.”<br><br>… Huguette concurs …<br><br>  “Please include me in the training for security leadership. I will sit in back and listen but I need to become better sensitized to how this operates.”<br>I am more determined than ever to get well again.&nbsp; Being weak is a burden.&nbsp; Every sister needs to step up regardless of their situation.<br><br>With all my might I will myself to heal....I do it again......I feel a hand on my forehead and a kiss upon my lips.&nbsp; The sweetest voice I know asks:<br><br>“Hey baby. did you miss me?”<br><br>I nod....I smile.....<br><em><br>"I heard what you said....about the Shadow and the attacks on the sisters"</em>....my voice weak and Chloe instantly gives me a drink of water...I take it gratefully!!<br><em><br>"I need to get better.....Im a weak link....Im holding us back...."</em>&nbsp; I also know how foolish I sound.&nbsp; Even with the Sisterhood, one does not 'will away' bad health or injuries.....healing is a process.....Im frustrated...…A woman less than 48 hours and Im already a bitch!....<br><br>I look into Chloe's eyes....I find understanding, warmth and comfort.....my angst subsides to normal levels once again.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>26-02-2019, 23:04:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; Kimmie is trying to do the impossible too soon even …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Baby, you just had major surgery! Nom not open heart or shit like that but mucking around down there is nothing to sneeze at. And we’re planning an even bigger surgery for you when we give you girl stuff. And then you get the 9 months of grow our baby and then either a C-section or vaginal birth to bring her out into our world. So your job this week and until your next surgery in a few months is to heal from this one and be fit for the next one. And learn the arts from Huguette. That’s a strong link in my book!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… give her a quick kiss …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I need to do some traveling. I’m taking Huguette with me too. So you work out with her over the next few days what you can do on your own while she’s gone. There are places to focus on inside our bodies and our minds that by focusing there we learn lots just by osmosis. .”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… now the important question …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So I shared my conversation with Huguette and Tangie with you via Insight and took you along when I went off into Foresight. Are you okay with that? I know you were sleeping so I tried to be light with my touch. I’m asking because I will keep in contact with you when I’m away and I think you know enough now to tone that down if it gets in your way of doing what you need to do like sleep or meditate or do exercises that require all your attention. And I think I can put that on sort of automatic so that unless I explicitly turn it off it’s continue no matter what I’m doing, even if I’m on the toilet or whatever.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>01-03-2019, 00:03:08</strong>
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				I hate it when Chloe is flawlessly logical and at the same time lovingly caring.&nbsp; It just destroys my ability to be pig-headed and overly obstinent.&nbsp; She softly picks apart my illogical reason to get better, faster:<br><br>"...…..So your job this week and until your next surgery in a few months is to heal from this one and be fit for the next one. And learn the arts from Huguette. That’s a strong link in my book!”<br><br>She gives me a quick kiss … and I kiss her back....defeated by loving logic....again<br><br>  “I need to do some traveling. I’m taking Huguette with me too. So you work out with her over the next few days what you can do on your own while she’s gone. There are places to focus on inside our bodies and our minds that by focusing there we learn lots just by osmosis. .”<br><br>I nod....its easier than asking a hundred question right now.....<br><br>  “So I shared my conversation with Huguette and Tangie with you via Insight and took you along when I went off into Foresight. Are you okay with that? I know you were sleeping so I tried to be light with my touch. I’m asking because I will keep in contact with you when I’m away and I think you know enough now to tone that down if it gets in your way of doing what you need to do like sleep or meditate or do exercises that require all your attention. And I think I can put that on sort of automatic so that unless I explicitly turn it off it’s continue no matter what I’m doing, even if I’m on the toilet or whatever.”<br><br><em>"Yes....please....hold me close to you for everything....a chat...a warning....a thought....a feeling....anything....I promise to take it easy and work on my healing.&nbsp; I'll be in touch with Huguette as well in Insight....but....yes please....stay in touch with me all the time".</em>&nbsp; <br><br>Chloe knows I didnt say "Because I cant live without you"....And I know she didnt say it to me....but we both know that without even saying or thinking it....It just is.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>02-03-2019, 18:42:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we get Kimmie discharged and a few days later she’s cleared for normal activities … still tired, but no other effects I can say or that she admits to …<br><br>… I attend my first meeting of the security team … they invite me to the head of the table and I wave that off … sit in the middle of the table and lean back … I have no papers and the rest do so they lean over those as they work through the three big topics …<br><br>… local security … Shadow is trying to rent facilities where they can observe our buildings … do what we can to thwart that and assume we’ve failed … seems prudent paranoia … new gear being installed to detect surveillance … both electronic and visual … something I hadn’t thought of … a very fast scanning laser to detect changes in what’s reflected back from adjacent buildings … anything to suggest where to look more closely … no sign of the devices used in Cuba and Beijing that disabled US diplomatic forces … or the microwaves used in Moscow and San Francisco … my head is full of boggle …<br><br>… next, the visits I need to make … distractions and feints and fakery …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And those who receive us? Do we put ourselves in their hands or do we have agents on the ground there who are privy to our arrangements to get from here to there?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… ah, the crux … yes and no … my turn …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We need to practice together. Insight certainly. And for those of you who have taken the path, I’m designing with your help a special type of Foresight. Highly localized and focused for moving us from point A to point B and guarding us when we’re static. There is likely another flavor for overall surveillance for the <abbr title="a journey, especially a long or meandering one">peregrinations</abbr>. I can meet with a small group along with Huguette at your convenience.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… they are enthusiastic … several have not taken the plunge and we chat briefly about risks and rewards … of those we have taken through the portal, we have not lost any though a few have not been capable … this group of extremely focused security professionals though should have few if any who fail … usually it’s been a disordered mind that lead to the failure …<br><br>… we end our meeting and plan for a few to meet with me and Huguette the next morning … and set the following day as the first trip … a short at least for distance trip to the Languedoc in France … fly into Aéroport de Castres Mazamet … stay at private villas … meet sisters at others … one larger gathering near Toulouse … and then home … three nights and four very long days for all of us …<br><br>… break the news to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We’re leaving sometime after midnight baby. Just France this trip. Testing security too. You can ride along in my mind and you know you’ll be in my heart the whole trip.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sometime after midnight, the partition in my mind – the ‘special type’ of sight partition which is part of the innovation – asserts my presence is desired to depart … kiss Kimmie and get dressed … my gear is already packed so all I need is my toiletries … dress in a suit one might associate with ninjas … hood down for the moment … but made for movement without clothing getting in the way … we’re all dressed this way and have clothes to put on over this as needed once we arrive … the cars are already coming and departing as I arrive and I’m usured into one … Huguette is in another … and off we go … our sphere of protection is out from every car and we mark the several places where we believe the Shadow has observers … cars come out of nowhere and our own support does the necessary things to deter them following too close … the airport and several hangers are dark as we park outside one … inside under dim light, I board and others board the other two planes … hangers open and we taxi in the dark and turn on lights only at the last moment for a safe takeoff … we scatter again in the sky and make our way toward our destination … we land before dawn and several cars take us by various routes to La Salvetat-sur-Agout and one hotel there we’ve made safe … owned by fellow travelers and staffed by several sisters … there I’ll receive the leaders from the French sisterhood for lunch and ‘discussion’ … from here tonight we’ll go toward the Languedoc for a bonfire … from my room and skyclad under my robe for lunch, I open a channel to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “All good so far here baby. Keep looking where and how you alone know how to look and alert me and Huguette of anything untoward. Love you, baby. Isis is awake and alert. She’s growing and I think will arrive ahead of schedule and safe.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>08-03-2019, 16:21:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Being "cleared" for normal activities and actually doing those activities, are two very different things!&nbsp; Fortunately, Huguette and her training in Insight have a remarkable effect.&nbsp; Tapping into the inner healing abilities of my body clearly accelerate my return to normalcy.&nbsp; While none of the other sisters find this remarkable, a young man named Kevin would have marveled at how fast he got better.&nbsp; <br><br>Kevin is completely gone now, so Kimmie shares the amazement on her own!<br><br>Im left pretty much alone, I find time to read, relax, and a LOT of time to work in my Insight.&nbsp; With Huguette's teachings, I am delving into areas that at first were unknown and almost unimaginable, to being at a point where Im comfortable not only using these skills but also blending them with other aspects to enhance everything about Insight.&nbsp; I still maintain my personal sanctuary....the "Church" in my Insight mind....thoughts of Chloe, relevant memories of my past, Isis....and now a place where my female life has truly begun....and those special impressions.<br><br>The Shadow are moving.<br><br>Chloe is meeting with Sisters, our security measures are being improved and extended.&nbsp; Sisters who have been out of touch are returning to the Circle for instructions, security, and to let others know they are ready to fight back.<br><br>With that in mind, Chloe breaks the non-surprising news to me:<br><br>“We’re leaving sometime after midnight baby. Just France this trip. Testing security too. You can ride along in my mind and you know you’ll be in my heart the whole trip.”<br><br>For me that's perfect.&nbsp; Im not 'up' to the demands of travel yet.&nbsp; And, truth be known, Chloe needs to appear to them alone.&nbsp; Im not sure if the Shadow has connected us in any way yet or not?&nbsp; They may still be tracking Kevin as he was an 'interest' of Chloe's at one point.&nbsp; I hope they are doing that....it will be a colossal dead end!<br><br>Chloe departs around midnight.&nbsp; A kiss, a hug in the dim lights of our bedroom and my love and my child depart.&nbsp; I feel better that Isis is with her.&nbsp; Isis is developing at a rapid rate, high perception, and already a fierce&nbsp; warrior.&nbsp; A better personal bodyguard for Chloe, may not exist.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; I go back to sleep.&nbsp; I know that Chloe will be there in Insight and I can tap into her with just a thought.<br><br>From France, several hours later, Chloe appears in my mind.&nbsp; A warmth spreads over me as she tells me:<br><br>  “All good so far here baby. Keep looking where and how you alone know how to look and alert me and Huguette of anything untoward. Love you, baby. Isis is awake and alert. She’s growing and I think will arrive ahead of schedule and safe.”<br><br>I send back my love to both of them.&nbsp; I give her the status update from here...<em>."No danger present.&nbsp; All are safe.&nbsp; Wishing you much success with our Sisters...."</em><br><br>I have a check-up from my ob/gyn.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its rather uncomfortable, but in the end my results are that Im healing fine.&nbsp; There are no issues.&nbsp; I will be ready for the next phase, on schedule.<br><br>I open my Insight to Chloe and relay the news.&nbsp; I end with "<em>The preparation for my baby, our child, Isis' sister....is going according to our highest hopes....I love you"</em><br><br>With the good news in place.&nbsp; I follow a training path laid out for me with Huguette.&nbsp; &nbsp;In doing this I notice something peculiar.....very odd.....My sense of warning....my ability to detect danger has changed.&nbsp; Instead of just emcompassing the clinic.&nbsp; I now know that the entire city block upon which the clinic resides.....is also safe.&nbsp; My 'web of warning' has extended!<br><br>I test it out as I walk on the treadmill in the gym area.&nbsp; Its true....the entire city block is under my 'radar'...…This is certainly unexpected.&nbsp; &nbsp;I open Insight to Huguette to inform her.&nbsp; I'll talk to Chloe when she is not as busy with the Sisters.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>11-03-2019, 04:07:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… after an all too brief rest, Huguette and one of our host sisters arrive … first up, they have several meeting rooms and the hotel has been reserved entirely by sisters and is staffed by sisters … so we are as physically secure as we can be … put on my robe over skyclad and sandals and descend the stairs to the basement meeting room … a small dais at one end as if a stage … request a rug to sit on and chairs for sister guests … and no ceremony and no obeissance … I lead … am not the high priestess … that’s the first purpose of this trip …<br><br>… back upstairs for a light lunch … breads and a hummus-like spread and cheeses … and salad … stay with salad … purifying my heart … transparent of heart and mind to sister I choose to trust … we have a hurricane struggle ahead of us and these times are the beginnings of that … trust and shared leadership are the key … during lunch, others come into the dining area … all in robes … curiosity yet they do not intrude … wariness … and respect … the first American after a thousands of years since the sisterhood moved from&nbsp; Egypt … and now we are expanding again … the expanded history I have from Hindsight and perhaps from wee Isis in my womb and consciousness … I will tell the leaders here of Isis … the stirring little light within me assures me that is what must be done …<br><br>… back in the small room, the lighting has changed over to candles … better because we will meet in Insight where form doesn’t matter … leave my sandals at the door and I sit&nbsp; cross legged on the low dais … cover my head and face with the hood … the others enter … I sense each in turn and extend my touch of welcome … some respond with guarded openness … a few less so … as expected … sense the door close …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Welcome sisters all. Blessed Be!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… they respond in kind … make sure that Huguette and Kimmie are solid with me in insight … and then open passive Insight for the rest in the room … they all enter though some are all are guarded and some are shielded … to begin, I refresh what happened in Boston … the revelation of Foresight … and then the expanded Hindsight … sense guards going down … shields changing to guards … except one … query the group …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What more do you wish of me before we discuss what brings us together today?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… withdraw while they confer … the reluctant one demands credentials … I re-enter the circle and show Carlotta appointing me and announcing the criticality of the times … then that Carlotta and her predecessors were also appointed by their predecessors except when tragedy necessitated otherwise … and how consensus and not votes were used … the sisters have never had a democracy … consensus among the wise and nary a hiccup for long going all the way back … all the way … remind them of where we came from and how we grew … I do not introduce being an American at all … that’s a red herring and finally the reluctant one opens to us … guarded yet no longer shielded … there is a job for her she does not yet know … loyal opposition …<br><br>… I continue by sharing how they may acquire Foresight … Huguette will leave them with the drug … two here know this from Boston yet seemed timid about sharing … share that without enough of us together in Foresight that we cannot together blunt let alone succeed in the battle to come … I do not desire to lead yet Carlotta has said I am to lead and … ‘now baby?’ … the light seems to sigh and then brightens …<br><br>… pitch Insight so only those who trust can hear … something else I didn’t know how before this … feel Huguette gasp … reach and squeeze Kimmie’s hand in my heart …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I lead as our proxy, Sisters. I carry the one who will lead. Here she is. Please be gentle. She is not yet a month in her growing form.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; and I open yet further so they can perceive Isis within my womb …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, this is Isis. That Isis from before and this Isis anew. Osiris is again being scattered by The Shadow and they must not succeed. She retrieve him before and to do so again needs our sacrifice to do so.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… gasps … growing comprehension … some of those I excluded grow in wisdom and enter the mystery …<br><br>… after is easy though I am exhausted … our new cadre helps me to the dining area where they help me sip some delicious soup and then some pesce and crozets … light … more soup … and finally my hands are capable and my spinal erectors hold me up again …&nbsp; I can feel Kimmie’s sense of relief … send her a smile … then alert …<br><br>… each of those we were with below slides across from me and takes my hands and pledges their all … almost last the reluctant one … take her hands and do not let her go … speak so the one who follows and Huguette both hear …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Manon, my Bitter One. We need you. We need you with us. We need you because you question us and argue trust. Please come back to Copenhagen with us when we leave here. Join Huguette as our Advisor. She will tell you more as you need. Please consider. This will all be better if you choose to join our company.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… hold the affection I feel and allow Isis to see too … do not compel … Huguette holds her breath … she senses the balance point … Manon hesitates as I knew she would …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Day after tomorrow we leave. Please have a room here and gather what you need if you so choose. We need you Sister. We need your choice most of all. Our enterprise hangs in balance on your choice.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; back in my room I rest on the bed … recovery exercises … I have another session … yet those who signed on here are even now preparing those who will attend … and tonight we are outdoors … outdoors new where the Magdalene brought the Grail to the shore and shared truth with those then in darkness … hug Kimmie far to the north … we endure and persevere … and I love you, my love of our life …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 12:38:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I follow Chloe's meeting with all my attention.&nbsp; The initial response of the Sisters.&nbsp; The explanation of purpose, of importance, of the entire life and death situation that we face.<br><br>I watch as the Sisters open up to Chloe and Huguette.&nbsp; Some are ready instantly, some come along slowly.....One resists, demanding to know more.&nbsp; When Chloe shares Carlotta's vision, even this one surrenders reluctantly.&nbsp; She is on our side, but not willingly.&nbsp; The alternatives she observes are far worse than aligning with us.&nbsp; &nbsp;Still, she stays.&nbsp; Chloe's influence and vision sway her alliance.<br><br>I watch and can sense the awe as Chloe reveal to them, Isis.&nbsp; Our baby, and the true hope for the Sisterhood in the future.&nbsp; I smile.&nbsp; While they now know of Isis, the second part of the plan is kept from them for now.&nbsp; That part is my baby.&nbsp; The 2nd part of the duality that will help save the Sisterhood and end the Shadow's existence forever, if the Goddess wills it.<br><br>Of this, except for Huguette, the Sisters in attendance know nothing.<br><br>There is a break....there is relief....Chloe sends me her smile and I know everything has gone as well as we might have hoped.&nbsp; The sisters pledge their support and help.&nbsp; &nbsp;Finally, as the line passing Chloe reduces to a few.&nbsp; I feel it.&nbsp; The one who resisted is before Chloe.&nbsp; There is tension, but not danger.&nbsp; This one will join, I can sense....but it will be different.&nbsp; I listen to Chloe:<br><br>  “Manon, my Bitter One. We need you. We need you with us. We need you because you question us and argue trust. Please come back to Copenhagen with us when we leave here. Join Huguette as our Advisor. She will tell you more as you need. Please consider. This will all be better if you choose to join our company.”<br><br>The commitment from Manon does not come verbally....<br><br>  “Day after tomorrow we leave. Please have a room here and gather what you need if you so choose. We need you Sister. We need your choice most of all. Our enterprise hangs in balance on your choice.”<br><br>I feel that Manon, who wants to help, is assessing the needs of the Sisterhood, the emergence of a new, and to her, unknown leader.&nbsp; All this will take time for her to assimilate.&nbsp; We have asked much, more than most would have imagined.&nbsp; To find yourself in the middle of a war and being asked to fight, is not an easy decision.<br><br>Manon parts.....no animosity, no embracing of the cause.....but also, no rejection of the Sisterhood.&nbsp; This one requires time to think, to process, then to become part of are arsenal.<br><br>Later that night, Chloe and I embrace via Insight.&nbsp; I hold her and she holds me.&nbsp; We share our thoughts....and mostly our love.&nbsp; I compliment her on the success of the meeting.....<br><br>I ask her.....<em>"When will you be home to me?"</em>&nbsp; &nbsp;and the most leading question facing us:&nbsp; <em>"What is our next step?....."</em><br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 20:07:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… resting before a late, light dinner and the bonfire that will follow … Kimmie sends a loving inquiry …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Fly our day after tomorrow in the morning and take routes to deceive the watchers. Certainly home in time for dinner!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; and next steps …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I have many more of these trips to make. Longer because of distance though each about the same at the destination. Italy and Greece next in one trip, Germany and Scotland next. And then farther. Ukraine and Romania if things work out, India. Australia, Taiwan and Japan. Several stops in Africa, probably Kenya, Nigeria and South Africa. Brazil and Peru or Chile, Mexico and Canada. Can’t go to the US though the sisters there can travel. Not many there need to see me since the time we spent in Salem gave us a good start and they see the evil every day on their TVs and in social media. The hatred The Shadow foments on the rise and they are front and center. Some of the possible futures even where the shadow is defeated do not bode well for our former country.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and that I hope she doesn’t see … so many possibilities forking out from the coming cusps … still learning to sort those out and see where a touch can make a difference … we mobilize the sisters against several final cusps where the needed nudge is enough to move the race and our dependents …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Keep watching, Kimmie. Our skills are each unique and we all contribute our all no matter how big or small others perceive.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take dinner in the small restaurant … I avoid the wonderful protein in favor of slightly cooked vegetables … Menon comes in and I gesture to the seat across from me … a cusp tonight that I’ve labeled with her name yet when and how is hidden …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Their salads and vegetables are very fresh. I don’t know the wines around here though. If you would, please select a red for me? I favor dry to very dry, my less than educated American palate I’m sure.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she seems to appreciate my self-effacing humor and orders without looking at the list … leave my mind open to contact if she chooses … she shows that she’s aware of the openness yet declines … apparently happy I’m not pressuring her …<br><br>… we return to our rooms after dinner and I don my robe to go to the basement room again … a different group of sisters this time … we sit quietly this time … join gently in Insight … this group seeks nothing and seems to sens that I have great expenditures coming … a few of them offer energy and I accept gratefully … we raise our hoods and leave for the forest below the village … I sense Menon near me again and touch her lightly to acknowledge and to thank her … she puzzles momentarily at the thanks and then seems understand … we step slightly closer to each other and we enter the clearing together … she hesitates when I move toward the center … I wait and she accedes … comes to center with me and I gesture to where I would appreciate her being … Huguette joins us and we stand and wait …&nbsp; sisters file in from all quarters … eventually settle … nod gently … one of the organizers steps forward and strikes a flint to start the fire … we watch the flames grow in silence … it roars to the heavens … we join together with the fuel and air and heat … we absorb the energy together … we are warm and strong together, though we all know that the fire will ebb and fade and we must endure …<br><br>… we stand silently gazing into the flames and then the embers … I sense sisters departing … eventually it is only Huguette and Menon and one other … the other leads us back to the hotel … bid all good evening and go to my room where I find a cup of warm vegetable broth next to my bed … sip that and let the power we feel settle into me … when the time arrives, we shall be ready … my personal vow to the Goddess …<br><br>… laying in my bed, I reach to Kimmie again …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Love you, baby. That was lovely, don’t you think? Did you feel it?”</span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-03-2019, 20:31:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shadow</span></span><br>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Where: Deep under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>We move the table aside and utter the words that opens the portal. The candles around us lose their light as a shadow arises on a pedestal from the portal. We cannot look at it even though it is hidden in smoke and shadow and repels light. We wait. From the shadow, a disembodied voice wheezes.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  <strong>“The witches repel you because you continue your stupid, frontal attacks. You fools!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>We wait. The darkness at the center deepens and seems to pulse deep int the ultraviolet.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  <strong>“You will continue your pursuits in social media. Keep it varied. Support them as long as your supporters are offended. Support our supporters as long as theirs are offended.”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>It pauses, as though speaking is great exertion and it must regain the breath and strength to move it’s vocal structures.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  <strong>“The topic doesn’t matter. You know that. Your associates elsewhere are to be encouraged and paid lavishly. Keep the targets of your armies random. Keep the budgets high by consuming bombs and more bombs and redirecting this silly cyber funding to opening back doors to your opponents information. Keep your opponents fighting among themselves. They are their own best enemy.”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>With a final wheeze, the shadow enshrouded smoke recedes back into the floor and the floor closes over it. We reposition the table.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The head failed to command us to attack the witches. It expects us to take initiative without such direction.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>We squabble for a while, as we are wont. I must finally point to the 4 stars on my own uniform and rise.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I hold the 5<sup>th</sup> star. Ready the new forces among our minions. The witches are on the move again and rallying. Ready our anti-aircraft batteries in Europe. Malaysia 17 was successful and we can use that once if not twice again.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>None grumble, though some would if the penalty were less. I stay armed against the several who would replace me. We depart singly, each ensuring enough space to avoid opportunity for others to take their place.</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-03-2019, 22:21:58</strong>
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				Its a depressing necessity that Chloe needs to travel all over the world to talk to, and unite, the Sisters.&nbsp; Its at times like those that I recall I am an instrument in the Goddess' plans and my wants and needs compared to the salvation of the Light are meaningless.&nbsp; What is my life if the Shadow rules the world.<br><br>Nothing<br><br>So when Chloe gives me her very fluid itinerary, I am enthusiastic in my support.&nbsp; And what's even more important, my support is genuine.<br><br>Through Insight, I sit in at her meeting with the first group.&nbsp; Menon, our contrary ally joins Chloe and Huguette at the center of the circle.&nbsp; My presence is sensed by many and perceived as support and love by those who look in.&nbsp; Others I see, miss my being there entirely.&nbsp; Perhaps they are new Sisters and not yet skilled enough to note me?&nbsp; Most likely, Im not skilled enough to know that I have been seen and accepted.<br><br>I "watch" from Insight.&nbsp; The flames the Sisters construct is both beautiful, powerful, and also meaningful.&nbsp; It symbolizes us, together.&nbsp; The light from our fire seeking out and eliminating the darkness, the Shadows, those bent on evil.&nbsp; The energy I feel makes my skin tingle.&nbsp; I can actually sense the warmth....feel it....and wrap myself in it.<br><br>Soon the ceremony ends....the Sister depart with renewed strength in our purpose.&nbsp; I hear Chloe and turn to her:<br><br>“Love you, baby. That was lovely, don’t you think? Did you feel it?”<br><em><br>"Oh Chloe....I not only felt it, I was there....I just was enwrapped in everything....Thank you baby....I love you...."</em><br><br>We talk in Insight....I dont have to ask how Isis is faring.&nbsp; She sends me her own thoughts now.&nbsp; Even still an embryo, she is powerful.&nbsp; Her power needs direction....Chloe is there for that.<br><br>I tell Chloe how my health is improving.&nbsp; My strength is gaining and things like tonights meeting and all the positive energy help feed my healing powers.&nbsp; I know Im gaining my form vitality, but Huguette keeps me on a low volume of activities.&nbsp; I assume its for some of the procedures that will be upcoming?<br><br>I hold onto Chloe in Insight....until I feel her exhaustion coming on.&nbsp; I make the excuse that I need to rest so that she doesnt have to do that.<br><br><em>"Love you"</em>&nbsp; are the last thoughts from tonight that I send to her.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>18-03-2019, 02:44:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie’s love merges with mine and Isis’ and I start to doze yet something else is at the edge of awareness … what have I missed? … Something! … sit and let the feeling wash … yes! …<br><br>… don my robe and sandals again … something beckons … out there … something beyond and exclusive to the shield we hold ‘round us … beyond the world&nbsp; where we contest with The Shadow … the guards in the corridors do not see me pass … the one at the door does not hear as I leave … I turn and trace my steps toward&nbsp; where we circled the fire … … sense another … Menon …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I knew you would come. I do not know why or where we go.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we walk together … into the rocky woods that surrounds us in this place … the clearing where the embers of our fire still fade …<br><br>.. and there beyond is a figure … waiting … waiting … we walk toward it … stop before it … my turn? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We attend, Goddess!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the figure is garbed in grey, not our white … seems to take in our presence and welcome us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: palantino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>  “I am his beloved. I am the Grail. I am Mary. I am John.”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; sink to my knees … Isis reaches … Manon is face to the ground .. I gaze at the face of the one who stood and watched as …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: palantino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>  “Rise, Memon. Observe, Kimmie. Dear, dear Chloe.”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… deep inside a resonance … apart from Isis too …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: palantino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>  “Mother Isis. Mother before.”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the goddess addresses the ones who begat Isis! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: palantino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>  “We shall meet again, my dear Sisters. I have returned to be with you in this time and shall leave when chaos is thrust back to where it belongs or be subsumed with you into that which we know not. Isis and another bears my strength. Let them lead when they appear.”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Joan Marie seems to touch my head … to touch Menon’s too …somehow Kimmie’s too … Isis is beaming … feel a potential beaming too …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “As you say, Goddess! Blessed be!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: palantino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>  “Blessed Be!”</strong></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we all turn back toward the way we each came … feel Joan Marie turn to recede into the mythos …&nbsp; Menon hooks her arm into mine … she is committed! … reach toward Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie? Kimmie that was the one who married the crucified ones and who bore Isis. There! There is our Goddess!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Menon and I make our way back to the hotel … the guards do not see or hear us as we go to our rooms … Joan Marie is but a name for one who is before most … yet she is with us … a touch from Menon is sufficient …<br><br>… my sleep is a deep, healing thing … I let Joan Marie settle inside me … reach to Kimmie with Isis …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The Goddess walks with us, beloved. She has affirmed! I am so small in her presence! She enoblesd me and we are large and growing!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… sleep … awake … breakfast with Huguette and Menon … they sit with me dexter and sinister as sisters come to pay respects … we are made whole … into the afternoon … another bonfire in the evening … the next morning we sit together and eat seeds soaked in nut milk and drink fierce coffee … then to the airport … we separate … three planes … four fly … even the pilots know not who is aboard each … Copenhagen … eight cars! … all converge except one which explodes … we mourn the driver and passengers at dinner … more are now sitting with us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “A war, sisters. We are building our force while The Shadow attacks hat little they see. Please know that those we mourn are caught by the Goddess and nurtured. They feed those among us us who are open to their gifts.”</span></span><br><br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  Charles Williams’ book <em>War in Heaven</em> provided source here. Likely misinterpreted yet this suits what’s to come here.</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 00:58:54</strong>
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				Chloe walks towards the woods....I feel her body become excited....not fearful excitement, but something else...something akin to sheer amazement.&nbsp; &nbsp;She allows me to look with her.&nbsp; I see a figure ahead....dressed simply in cloth rainments…<br><br>When she speaks I know as well....And I know she is right!!<br><br>It is Her.&nbsp; It is the Goddess....come to speak....to Chloe.&nbsp; <br><br>I am steeled sheer awareness....I can hear....I can feel....She knows I am here.....of course she knows!!!<br><br><strong>"Observe Kimmie"</strong>.....I obey with all my heart!<br><br>She calls herself Joan Marie......she stands before us and tells us simply, and clearly:<br><br><strong>“We shall meet again, my dear Sisters. I have returned to be with you in this time and shall leave when chaos is thrust back to where it belongs or be subsumed with you into that which we know not. Isis and another bears my strength. Let them lead when they appear.”</strong><br><br>She turns and we all say "Blessed Be"....then she departs.....<br><br>Even in Insight I can feel my heart pounding, I feel an elation in my being.....I am lifted spiritually as I never have been before....<br><br>The Goddess is with us!!&nbsp; She spoke to us!!!&nbsp; This is more than a vision....this is a meeting, an exchange.....<br><br>I hear Chloe's excited voice resonate in my mind:<br><br>“Kimmie? Kimmie that was the one who married the crucified ones and who bore Isis. There! There is our Goddess!”<br><br>I dont even try to speak to Chloe.&nbsp; I KNOW my feelings are going right to her and to Isis.&nbsp; Its as if for one split second.&nbsp; My being reaches every Sister everywhere....an instantaneous and exceptionally brief moment of pure clarity and complete family.<br><br>The elation exhausts me.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Im weaker than I thought.....I return to reality....unable to stay in Insight.&nbsp; &nbsp;But as Im stepping back, the face of Joan Marie appears smiling, and cups my cheek in her hand.....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-03-2019, 18:23:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we settle into a frenetic pattern … I travel with Huguette and Menon who have a very constructive and adversarial relationship … what comes out is better than any of us could do alone …<br><br>… Kimmie takes over management of the home front … constructing a nursery … with space for two … if plans work as they seem they will, they’ll be about 6 months apart … Isis grows … my bump shows … and in the lab Kimmie’s womb and vagina grow on their teflon mandrel … her blood and tissue are regularly examined in greater and greater detail to maximize the match … and the lab is ready to begin the fertilization of my ovum with Kimmie’s sperm …<br><br>… I’m contacted by someone with contacts in the clinic who presents credentials that raise my eyebrow … Huguette and Menon puzzle over them too … while we had assume they had existed in earlier times, none of us were aware they endure into these times … a welcome contact with as yet an unstated purpose for the contact … so one morning I go alone except for my every present and unobtrusive guards to a rendezvous at the restaurant at the Nobis Hotel … the maître d’ excorts me to a table where a gentleman of indeterminate age and dressed in a crisp business suit is reading the London Times … he puts it down as I am seated … I order a decaf coffee …<br><br>… we exchange credentials … some I have never spoken before … he states that his association is aware of The Shadow and of attempts on my life and … demonstrates detailed awareness of what transpired in Salem … and a deep respect for the one who met us in the Languedoc … refers to that one as ‘The One in Grey’ … provides me an thick envelope of what he asserts are things I may not yet know … promises a steady stream of more and we arrange for how that may be delivered to me …<br><br>… and then he asserts that his association is spiritually allied with the sisterhood in this struggle … and cedes leadership to us … he then recites a prophecy of one who will lead us … smile and touch my obvious bump … he does well to not inquire further … presents me with another envelope … ‘we usually give Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh’ … his face is open …<br><br>… I venture what we talked about before I came here … and reach gently toward his mind … the edge I meet is surprisingly untrained … no pressure, an invitation … and his eyes widen … ‘you have done it!’ … the thought is not as clear as with a sister … yet precisionist grade …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Our gift to you is instructors. With this and other like it, we will defeat The Shadow. The only other way and life on the planet will have to start from the beginnings.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… he mentally nods … ‘we deduced as much but did not envision the alternative you offer’ … ‘we will join when you request and work to integrate into your forces’ … ‘we suggest we test how best to use our combined forces since as we both know our strengths and weakness are both different and need to be constructed to compliment’ … ‘in the meantime, we will learn this talent you offer and we will stand guard where we may’ …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The Sisterhood thanks you and welcomes your brotherhood, Elder. Please convey our deepest regards.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… with a few further pleasantries, I depart … back home, Menon and Huguette pore over the papers he presented … an offer of additional protection for our aircraft and cars is eagerly accepted … over dinner that evening with some from our security also at table&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Dear Sisters, the brotherhood is joining us.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… gasps around the table … history of oppressive paternalism lurk in Insight … we share the new information on who this is and whence they came … the quickers among us are soon beaming with approval … when Menon voices her approval, the remaining doubters allow the new reality … with Hindsight, I show what we have been able to deduce and what history needs to change to account for their existence … remind my sisters of the 9 Unknown and also of the Seven League Boots … we revise our own history too … and through this together The Shadow’s origins become clearer to us … our historians are scrambling and that is welcome … change can be a good thing …<br><br>… that night I rest next to Kimmie before leaving for a session with Huguette …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Next week is your implant surgery, right? And they’ll wait to ensure the tissue takes before they fertilize the ovum to implant. Maybe you’ll be pregnant in a bit over a month! Wow!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Isis beams a bit brighter at the news …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>24-03-2019, 16:58:32</strong>
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				With Chloe traveling and reaching out to our Sister groups, I involve myself with the construction of a nursery.&nbsp; A special nursery.&nbsp; A nursery for two babies, to become the two women that will lead us over the shadow.<br><br>I have the memory of the Goddess forever emblazoned in my mind.&nbsp; When my time on Earth comes to and end, I hope to have the faculties available to hold Chloe in my arms and look to the image of the Goddess as I make my final journey.<br><br>I no longer fear death.&nbsp; I only fear that I will not have completed my duties that the Goddess has placed in my charge.<br><br>********<br><br>I follow Chloe in Insight to every meeting she attends.&nbsp; I hear the controversial, yet to me, wonderful news that a powerful group, the Brotherhood, is allying themselves with us in the battle against the Shadow.&nbsp; It warms me to know that instead of being wary about them or wondering what they are doing, we'll have them with us against our common adversary.<br><br>The Sisters take this news with mixed reactions.&nbsp; Some like me, embrace the news, other a more wary.&nbsp; Still all seem to realize the same thing.&nbsp; If the Brotherhood is joining us, then they too, recognize the real enemy and the real threat to the future.&nbsp; Welcoming them is our best option.&nbsp; Perhaps when this is done, a new era of respect and friendship can be attained and erase the doubts and mistrust the two factions have dealt with?&nbsp; It is a hope at least.<br><br>At night, Chloe and I rest together.....I feel a warm bliss wrap around me.&nbsp; She says:<br><br>  “Next week is your implant surgery, right? And they’ll wait to ensure the tissue takes before they fertilize the ovum to implant. Maybe you’ll be pregnant in a bit over a month! Wow!”<br><br>"Its my hope and prayer"&nbsp; I say with a smile.&nbsp; In a former life I never even imagined Chloe pregnant with our child.&nbsp; Now there is a realistic chance that she and I will be pregnant at the same time, each of us with one of the sisters in this confused genetic match-up.&nbsp; Her egg, my sperm, her uterus brings the older sister Isis.&nbsp; Already a formidable fighter for the Sisterhood.&nbsp; And her egg, my sperm, my uterus for the younger sister.&nbsp; Im beginning to have a sense of her purpose.&nbsp; I dont think she'll be the 'sword and hammer' like her sister.....I sense a different role for her.....When she is growing in me, we will talk.....I will be her mother and father.&nbsp; A blessing from the Goddess....<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>25-03-2019, 18:47:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I take a week off from travel to attend to be with Kimmie for the momentous surgery … the sisters who grew grew her new organs are&nbsp; &nbsp;guardedly ecstatic … the tissue matches are incredible … I’m cautious because one success doesn’t prove the cell culturing that I contributed …&nbsp; that needs to go to several labs for replication and validation … we will announce nothing and leak the paper anonymously via sisters in China … it will only be recognized for what it is by a few of the best researchers … calling attention to Sweden at this time is not prudent … keep The Shadow off balance … we hone multiple possible weapons for Isis to direct … and for her blood sister to too …<br><br>… Huguette and Menon use the week for a trips to instruct those teaching the brotherhood about Insight and to gain insight into their organization …<br><br>… I go with Kimmie to the hospital because this needs proximity to the intensive care if anything should go wrong … here we are a bot more exposed yet the Swedish female medical staff is very close with the sisterhood so all is as good as can be on the security front … we check in the evening before her surgery and they get her connected to the IV and other monitoring and we sit and talk about how far we’ve come since a certain party at a certain frat house … almost like two separate lifetimes it seems … I sleep in the second bed in her room and set my alerts so that I wake whenever anyone even thinks about entering her room … each nurse I vet again each time and watch them all for anything untoward … fortunately many are sisters and they’ve done some schedule shuffling so that all except one nurse is one of us … the surgical staff has been similarly shuffled … pulling privilege as needed …<br><br>… next morning we’re awake early … no breakfast and empty bladders and all that … then Kimmie is wheeled to the OR where I join the staff in washing and dressing … I sit near her head where I can hold her hand and not interfere with the surgical staff … the anesthetist is opposite me … another sister … we cannot use nerve blocks here because some of the staff doesn’t know of such things … so I establish Insight with the anesthetist and Kimmie and together we set nerve blocks anyway while administering just enough anesthetic to be believable …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And here we go Kimmie! Just relax and lets think about where we’re going to take our girls when they need to see a warm ocean. I’m thinking Spain but maybe Italy.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I show here from memory the places I traveled with Mother and Daddy when I was a child and how the ocean was such a wonder to small eyes … we wonder if Isis and her sister will be as enthralled or whether either will bring such memories with them into this life … and no, we do not know who or where Kimmie’s daughter may have had her existence before … Isis is not conversant on such a thing …<br><br>… my awareness drifts over the surgical team as they do their tasks … observing through the eyes of the anesthetist and one of the sisters who is assisting yet not closely involved … a Foley catheter first… then preliminary work on her peritoneal cavity …&nbsp; urethra carefully isolated and space made for the new organs … behind her bladder and in front of her rectum (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uterus#/media/File:Figure_28_02_01.JPG) … lots of careful rearranging … then the organ for transplant is presented and carefully inserted into the space … the urethra is sutured into position … careful rearranging … placement of antibiotic time release packets … then they close … the labia and clitoris are sutured into position by the plastic surgeon to minimize scarring … no intention of her vagina being penetrated for sex yet that will be possible if this whole technique proves feasible … bandages and packing … swelling will be the biggest concern … a cooling pad is placed over all but the thinnest bandages to run chilled water gently over her stomach to keep the area several degrees below normal … uncomfortable at worst and we plan to moderate the nerve blocks carefully to make sure Kimmie knows the level of pain yet it doesn’t prevent her from resting … the doctors need to know the pain levels … <br><br>… the anesthetic drip is stopped … wheel her back out to recovery … wrap her in warm blankets … I can lower my mask now … kiss her cheek …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “And now you’re as close to really a girl as you ever can be baby! Rest now and let them monitor your condition. Then back to your room and lots of bed rest. Oh, and they’ll make you walk pretty soon just like last time but no peeing as long as the catheter is in. That has to stay until they say the sutures are all healed and then they’ll take that out and you get to learn to pee all over again.” #<em>Giggle</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the lead surgeon comes in and we chat … nothing I hadn’t heard before and probably nothing Kimmie hasn’t either … yet he needs to be heard to hold up pretenses … the organ team is hovering and get their turn next … lots of blood monitoring in Kimmie’s future to check for rejection … the anti-rejection drugs become part of her diet for the rest of her life …<br><br>… soon enough, we’re back in her room with the nurses all gone and it’s just us … I open Insight to Huguette to tell her that surgery is done … she reports that the brotherhood is more and less than we had presumed and fills in some details … they have significant information on that which lives beneath the 5 sided building … and its corollaries elsewhere and how they are all connected and to what … it’s much that we had assumed yet their information is precise and matches what we have perceived … once the brotherhood learns Isis’ tactics and strategy, more can be done to do what must be done … we also learn of the strength of The Shadow itself … we will need to confront them before or after that which lives below is dealt with … all things that Isis will have to deal with and Kimmie and I will be helping do as she decides …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Take a nap Kimmie. Lunch will be here in a bit and I’m going to go get some breakfast.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… kiss her lovely forehead and leave her to rest in the dark … sisters are guarding the room now and we establish loose Insight as I head for the hospital cafeteria …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>29-03-2019, 00:28:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe comes home as my surgery day draws near.&nbsp; Im told, and I fully believe, that the organ matches and the tissues are as close as is possible.&nbsp; Its almost as if I have cloned them myself!<br><br>I give a silent prayer of thanks to the Goddess.&nbsp; Her presence is apparent to me all the time. <br><br>Its with this confidence that I go to the clinic early that morning.&nbsp; I am prepped by a team of Sisters.&nbsp; All are warm and supportive.&nbsp; Before the first incision is even made, I feel them welcoming me into their world.&nbsp; Im going to be a woman, at last!<br><br>Chloe sits at the head of the operating table.&nbsp; I can see nothing that is happening to me.&nbsp; The anesthetist and Chloe arrange a nerve block for me, just enough anesthesia is used to keep everyone thinking that the medium being used for me.&nbsp; Chloe distracts me, telling me to relax and think about the places the four of us are going to go together....Chloe and I...and our girls.... <br><br>  “And here we go Kimmie! Just relax and lets think about where we’re going to take our girls when they need to see a warm ocean. I’m thinking Spain but maybe Italy.”<br><br>I send her the thought:&nbsp; <em>"Tahiti someday....Goddess willing...."</em>&nbsp; I smile. <br><br>She takes me on a trip from her memory....Her parents are there....the ocean....I feel her youthful amazement at seeing the ocean, feeling it, the air, the salt, the relentless roll of the waves against the shore.&nbsp; I smile when she asks her father, "who makes the waves?"....childish innocence and awe....really beautiful to witness.&nbsp; Some the very things I cant wait to show, and teach our children as well.<br><br>Chloe's mind drifts back to my surgery.&nbsp; I start to watch through her Insight.&nbsp; Its fascinating....yet at the same time seeing it makes it also a detached feeling.&nbsp; No one really wants to see their internal organs.&nbsp; You want them of course, just as you want the life they bring to you.&nbsp; But to see them, for me, serves no purpose.&nbsp; I close off my Insight for a moment.&nbsp; I concentrate on the future....I concentrate on the Goddess.&nbsp; I know she is watching.&nbsp; I know her presence it around me.&nbsp; I relax....I feel some discomfort, by the Sister Doctors are highly skilled.&nbsp; And, being women, they know exactly what must happen in my procedure.<br><br><br>It seem abrupt, but the surgery ends.&nbsp; Im prepped for recovery then wheeled into a room where I am monitored and watched over.<br><br>Chloe kisses me as my eye peep open.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her voice is soft and warm and comforting:<br><br>  “And now you’re as close to really a girl as you ever can be baby! Rest now and let them monitor your condition. Then back to your room and lots of bed rest. Oh, and they’ll make you walk pretty soon just like last time but no peeing as long as the catheter is in. That has to stay until they say the sutures are all healed and then they’ll take that out and you get to learn to pee all over again.” #Giggle<br><br>"Did I get my 2nd X"&nbsp; I smirk....and squeeze Chloe's hand.<br><br>Im tired, and that surprises me.&nbsp; Even Insight could not hold back all that was happening to me.&nbsp; I feel really good despite the amount of work that was performed by the medical team.<br><br>Chloe opens up her Insight and she is either talking to Huguette or possibly Menon.....Im fading a bit.&nbsp; I hear voices but they are just that....voices, tones....no words come through....Chloe recognizes my situation and says:<br><br>“Take a nap Kimmie. Lunch will be here in a bit and I’m going to go get some breakfast.”<br><br>A kiss on my forehead and she is gone.&nbsp; I close my eyes and open up Insight.&nbsp; Kind of resting while awake, almost.<br><br>I begin to drift....My Insight loses its clarity.&nbsp; Then, there is a glow in the corner of my vision.&nbsp; It does no coalesce into a shape or a being.&nbsp; A voice comes from it.<br><br><strong>"You did well my Little One....You will soon be a Sister in every way, you need not think about it again.&nbsp; Your child awaits....Neither of you are ready yet.....but soon......soon"</strong><br><br>My eyes close, my Insight rests.&nbsp; The Goddess has spoken....
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 01:58:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… with a sandwich and sparkling water in my stomach, I return in time to find an orderly rolling lunch into Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie dear, lunch is here . let’s try to sit you up a little.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… knowing she’s bandaged quite thoroughly down below, we don’t want any stress on her abdominal muscles … rest my hand oh her as we let the bed tilt her up a nurse is standing at the door, watching approvingly …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Lunch is liquids and jello Kimmie. Here, let’s see if the broth is cool enough for you.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the orderly leaves us and I help Kimmie get the broth down and then some juice and jello … the nurse comes n with a small container of soft serve ice cream … explains that the sugar will be good for her too … after my mostly vegan diet, I’m not so sure but I don’t argue with the nurse … instead get dessert into Kimmie …<br><br>… after this, the nurse says it’s time to get Kimmie up … stand back while two nurses teach her how use her arms to push herself into a sitting position with her feet over the side without putting stress on her abdomen … something I’ve been doing at home more and more as Isis changes how my weight is distributed … sitting is enough for this time … they empty the catheter bag … then back to bed … she’s exhausted …<br><br>… the next week is a routine of helping her get around and soon enough we’re able to join the group in the cafeteria … next day the bandages are replaced and sutures inspected … the Foley is removed … and she learns some more how to pee like a girl … <br><br>… her blood counts are excellent … no signs of tissue rejection … so we take a deep … withy me and Kimmie both observing in bunny suits, the sisters extract her sperm&nbsp; from the freezer and drop it into 4 Petri dishes with four of the 8 eggs I had donated … we both watch as the dishes are placed into the incubator … temperature and pressure controlled … and we all know her sperm are closing on the ovum … Kimmie and I are tuned in Insight … I reach higher … in Foresight with a balance of Hindsight … sense something … something … then&nbsp; …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “The second, please. That is viable and please prepare to implant it. There is no rush,”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… something I detected in Foresight … maybe Kimmie detected it too … I don’t know …&nbsp; what it is or was I don’t know … I do know Isis sparkle&nbsp; to confirm … <br><br>… we return to our apartment&nbsp; … I prepare some juice for us … Isis seems to tell me what her body needs and I surrender to that except when we seem to discuss how her needs balance mine … a discussion at the cellular level … oh to write a book about how a pregnant mother should do nutrition … yet until now no mother was aware at the level that Isis and I live regularly … cellular and very occasionally mental and spiritual … deliver the vegetable juice to Kimmie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We conceived today. Halfway. When enough cells are part of the conception, then they’ll implant her in your new womb. Four weeks and perhaps sooner.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my attention turns to the sisterhood and brotherhood … I have a very long trip coming up …&nbsp; Japan and Malaysia and New Zealand …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “I’m leaving again tomorrow Kimmie. 10 days this time. You recover more. Isis is ready to get to know her sister and we will have a whole bunch of together time after this trip.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-04-2019, 02:43:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shadow</span></span><br>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Where: Under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The floor below the table trembles and glows and falls silent. The room is empty, yet elsewhere the tremor is felt.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What was that?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What was what, Sir. Nothing is showing on the alarms!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Carry on, Major.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Signals sent. Moscow and Beijing and Bonn and Paris an d Andover and Canberra and Wellington and Pretoria each acknowledge a ripple and nothing on the instruments. Or the other instruments.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “What the hell are the witches doing? I know they’re behind this but what the hell was that? It came from a direction we don’t know about!”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>04-04-2019, 01:19:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>“Kimmie dear, lunch is here . let’s try to sit you up a little.” says the world's best nurse, to me<br><br>I dont move too much.&nbsp; Everyone is worried about something slipping, or this letting go, or anything else running off schedule.&nbsp; To be honest, being this immobile is frustrating.&nbsp; If not for Insight which allows me to go anywhere, I'd really be a nasty little patient!<br><br>  “Lunch is liquids and jello Kimmie. Here, let’s see if the broth is cool enough for you.”<br><br><em>"Rum is a liquid"</em>&nbsp; I tease Chloe....<em>"how about a pina colada and jello??&nbsp; Spice up the meal?" </em><br><br>Chloe smiles and opts for the more nutritious and 'better for me' lunch.&nbsp; Crazy rum drinks will have to wait for another day.<br><br>After lunch its time for my 'roadwork'.&nbsp; Two nurses help me to stand and I listen as they teach me how to use my arms to sit up, swing to a sitting position and get my legs over the side of the bed.&nbsp; I listen....and learn.&nbsp; Despite my teasing about not being allowed to do anything, I dont want to go through surgery again....who knows, I never asked, but maybe this is 'one time only' event.&nbsp; <br><br>**************<br>A full week passes and Im making progress!&nbsp; My nurses are pleased with my mobility, my appetite is returning and Im healing up quickly....and properly!&nbsp; I even get to eat in the cafeteria!&nbsp; It seems like its miles away sometimes, but I look forward to the challenge of getting up, freshening my face, brushing my hair and being presentable.&nbsp; It all makes me feel better.<br><br>One rather embarrassing hurdle to overcome was to learn to pee.&nbsp; Obviously that area has undergone a major renovation, as I tell Chloe.&nbsp; The nurses are sympathetic and patient.&nbsp; It doesnt take too long to take back charge of the muscles and things necessary to perform this function.&nbsp; &nbsp;I never thought it would happen.&nbsp; Pee like a girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;Its wonderful!<br><br>We move finally to 'conception'.&nbsp; My sperm is taken from the freezer and introduced to the eggs from Chloe.&nbsp; I am overwhelmed to think the our girls, will be real sisters.&nbsp; My sperm and Chloe's eggs making up their genes.&nbsp; The difference this time is that I will be pregnant with a baby as well.&nbsp; Me....a mom....a real mom....its beyond anything I could have imagined!<br><br>The eggs are successfully fertilized!!&nbsp; We did it!!&nbsp; Our daughter is growing.&nbsp; Implantation in me is next!&nbsp; I cant wait.<br><br>Chloe, Isis, and I watch in Insight.....its a mesmerizing event!<br><br>Something shimmers in Insight....but for a second and its gone.....I must ask Chloe if she felt it too?&nbsp; Or was it just me sensing danger in the perimeters??<br><br>Now the waiting game begins for all of us.&nbsp; It may take up to a month for the cells to be large enough to place in me.&nbsp; Until then, we wait....we watch our baby grow....and wait for the day she enters my womb.&nbsp; I recall the words of the Goddess to me.&nbsp; 'I will be both father and mother' to this baby.&nbsp; It has never happened....the world has never been like this.&nbsp; Our baby, from me, is destined to be special, unique, and will lead with her sister.<br><br>That night in bed, Chloe and I holding each other, she tells me of her upcoming itinerary.&nbsp; Im sad, that we will be apart, but part of our lives is duty now.&nbsp; I would not say a single syllable that would hold her back.&nbsp; We will be connected in Insight....just, momentarily, apart in the physical world.<br><br> “I’m leaving again tomorrow Kimmie. 10 days this time. You recover more. Isis is ready to get to know her sister and we will have a whole bunch of together time after this trip.”<br><br>I give her a hug and a gentle kiss.....<br><br><em>"I cant wait for that, my love...."</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>05-04-2019, 03:31:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I’m in Japan and still pondering what I felt as Kimmie’s sperm fertilized my egg … an urge strikes me and I leave the place I’m staying … back towards where we participated in a tea ceremony … sense Menon’s presence … out of the mist, the one in gray appears … walks with us … up the slope to a clearing with no view downslope … the one in gray indicates a low basin with running water … approach and lean over to wash my hands … glance up … the sea! … the sea expands before me through the trees only when I bend to wash …<br><br>… take my time cleaning my hands of all I have ever done before and then with a sigh stand and turn toward the one in gray … Menon follows to the basin and we await her … then with all of us standing close, the one speaks …<br><br>… “We do not know where your daughter is coming from, Chloe. Isis reincarnated in the one you carry. An ancient soul. The soul that is inhabiting that which Kimmie wil bear and birth is a new soul. It has never been among us before. Its what and why and wherefore we do not know. It seems to be the essence of compassion and mercy … it is something other than any among us ever before … treasure this … we do not know whether to trust or not … that is for you and Kimmie to decide … you together are the goddess … we will be for you together …<br><br>… I gasp … Menon for the first time takes my hand … turn to her … she is so serious! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Menon, this, this truth! Please! Please doubt and advise the errors of our ways.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Menon’s shrug is very subtle …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Chloe, I do not doubt that you with Kimmie are the Goddess though I do not understand. I would not be with you otherwise. You two must remain one or the Goddess shatters. Isis will have nothing to work with if you shatter. This one that Kimmie bears, this one. I, I do not know. We will welcome Kimmie’s daughter. This one is the future Goddess! This I know.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the one in gray is gone when we look up … we return to our hotel and rest … I know Kimmie was with me in Insight me through the whole walm … Foresight the one on gray lacks perhaps? …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Our daughter is from the future Kimmie! When she meets the present I can’t see! Yet it will be a wonder if we are there to see!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… if … we may not be there for that day … Foresight is cloudy … I am ready for what we must do … the Goddess holds me in her hands and my heart and soul is finally hers …</em></span></span><br><br><hr><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Indonesia and Australia are fruitful … the great enigma’s – Russia and China and the US remain and we cannot go there … yet we are in communion with those there and a new awareness is slowly building … beyond or an extension of Insight … a community of soul and heart and intention .. and latent energy … that latent energy carries us …<br><br>… home and again Kimmie and I go to the clinic … the fertilize ovum is ready … one and only one … that one is our future … even Isis cedes the future … Kimmie accepts the rude intrusion as the pipette places the ovum against her uterus wall … we all pause as the therapist withdraws the instrument … what will happen as the fertilize cells meet their new home? … my awareness is in a sphere around us in both space and time … something I didn’t know how to do until the fertilization … an interface between Insight and Foresight and Hindsight … and yes! … yes the spark flashes from Kimmie’s womb toward the future! … opposite what we’d seen earlier … the flash is a promise to what will unfold … an affirmation of success perhaps …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmmie! Kimmie you’re pregnant!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… deep in my own womb I feel the constant light that is our Isis welcome her sister … Isis seems ot know what I do not and I put my trust in our daughter … and future daughter …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>11-04-2019, 01:26:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>I walk with Chloe, in Insight.&nbsp; I see what she sees, feels what she feels and at the same time I all my own sense are alive and independent.&nbsp; &nbsp;When the Gray One appears, I am there.&nbsp; And she too, knows that Chloe is not alone<br><br>There is a moment when, with Menon, we come face to face with her.&nbsp; Her words as so loud that they are quiet.&nbsp; I hear every vowel.&nbsp; She speaks of our daughters, neither in the world as yet. Only Isis has a 'being' right now.<br><br>“We do not know where your daughter is coming from, Chloe. Isis reincarnated in the one you carry. An ancient soul. The soul that is inhabiting that which Kimmie will bear and birth is a new soul. It has never been among us before. It’s what and why and wherefore we do not know. It seems to be the essence of compassion and mercy … it is something other than any among us ever before … treasure this … we do not know whether to trust or not … that is for you and Kimmie to decide … you together are the goddess … we will be for you together …"<br><br>I am stunned.&nbsp; So taken aback that I must remind myself to even breathe!<br><br>We are the Goddess??&nbsp; How?&nbsp; Why?&nbsp; I am not able....there is too much I dont know....<br><br>Menon speaks to Chloe, and therefore to me as well:<br><br>  “Chloe, I do not doubt that you with Kimmie are the Goddess though I do not understand. I would not be with you otherwise. You two must remain one or the Goddess shatters. Isis will have nothing to work with if you shatter. This one that Kimmie bears, this one. I, I do not know. We will welcome Kimmie’s daughter. This one is the future Goddess! This I know.”<br><br>Menon and Chloe return to the hotel.&nbsp; I am left alone, euphoric and terrified.&nbsp; &nbsp;I think of my own past, the countless mistakes I made that brought me to this point.&nbsp; I have only recently become a woman!&nbsp; How can I be half of a goddess?<br><br>Chloe rescues me from my solitary thoughts:<br><br>  “Our daughter is from the future Kimmie! When she meets the present I can’t see! Yet it will be a wonder if we are there to see!”<br><em><br>"Indeed....a true blessing if we are there to see her...to see both our daughters together....the two sisters upon which so much of our future is to be shaped."</em><br><br><br>Chloe's exhaustive trip concludes and she is home.&nbsp; So much has changed.&nbsp; The revelations from Japan are still strong and a puzzlement as well as an amazement.<br><br>Chloe and I go to the clinic to place the fertilized ovum within me.&nbsp; There is only a singular egg for this.&nbsp; Our child, the baby I well bear.....I close my mind to the clinical aspect of what is being done.&nbsp; I focus on the Goddess and on the love Chloe and I share.<br><br>As the instruments are withdrawn, we pause.&nbsp; Will there be a sign?&nbsp; Something outward?&nbsp; Something that only I will feel? Or perhaps there will be nothing?<br><br>There is something.&nbsp; To give it a word is impossible, its like nothing Ive seen or felt.&nbsp; Yet there is a flash, a spark, a momentary burst of energy....but it is there visually to them, palpably to me.&nbsp; Life is in me!!&nbsp; It has begun, of this I am absolutely certain.<br><br>“Kimmmie! Kimmie you’re pregnant!” gushes Chloe.&nbsp; For once, I am proud of my tears of joy.&nbsp; A wasted life, my own, has been repurposed for the greatest role of its life.&nbsp; I am to give birth.&nbsp; To one of the two sisters who will save and shape the world.&nbsp; I feel Chloe's love...I feel Isis rejoice.....I place my hand upon my midsection and promise my love and devotion to my baby.....Our baby.....to the future of us all....The second child of the Sisterhood.<br>&nbsp;<br>I kiss Chloe and place her hand upon me and I place my hand on her and Isis....We are now Mothers and Daughters, sisters and wives....We are now four!<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>12-04-2019, 17:27:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and thus begins the watch … the cells in Kimmie’s womb multiply … and we have a conversation with our sister gynecologists at the university … we take them via Insight to visit first Isis and then Kimmie’s growing child … we learn several things … Isis and Kimmie’s child are both developing normally down to the subcellular level … without ever having to take tissue samples or look into a microscope … this in turn suggests that all Ob/Gyns will need to be capable of Insight or face falling behind the skills of those who can peer ad the developing fetus without physically intruding …<br><br>… the other thing we learn is that while Isis is communicative in her glow though has not started to develop language, Kimmie’s child seems to keep its glow hidden … like a Black Hole from which light cannot escape … too soon to detect cognition in this one … that comes later as the nervous system starts to signal the brain and the brain starts to organize the received signals … Isis at 4 months is starting to control her heart rate in response to the stimulation when we “snuggle” …<br><br>… my baby bump is more than just a bump now … lying in bed one evening …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, I knew who Isis was as soon as her soul arrived not at all long after the cells were dividing. The one in gray said yours is a new soul so I’m guessing&nbsp; we can’t know who she is. So do we try to mane her or do we wait until she can name herself? I don’t know! I’ve talked to Huguette and Menon about this too and they don’t have any suggestions. So I’mn guessing it’s to you to learn her name when she reveals herself to you. I’m suggesting there’s no need to rush this.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>17-04-2019, 01:00:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Life begins anew.<br><br>My doctors use Insight to view the development of the fetus.&nbsp; &nbsp;The same non-invasive technique us utilized for Chloe.<br><br>The news is good.&nbsp; Both fetuses are developing. Of course Isis is well along in comparison to the few cells that will one day become our 2nd daughter.<br><br>With growth and Insight, new things are learned about the girls.&nbsp; Isis is in communication with Chloe.&nbsp; She burns brightly, almost defiantly.&nbsp; Apparently eager for birth when her time is upon us.&nbsp; My baby is different.&nbsp; As the Gray One has told us, one like this has never come along before.&nbsp; So while I am the mother, I am also part of this development, this newness, this uniqueness.<br><br>My baby is not communicating.&nbsp; Not yet at least.&nbsp; Growth and development have not begun in that area.&nbsp; Now, the foundations are being laid to carry the body and the mind. <br><br>One night, lying with Chloe, when is so late that its early.&nbsp; When there are no sounds, no wind, no movement, Chloe and I talk:<br><br>“Kimmie, I knew who Isis was as soon as her soul arrived not at all long after the cells were dividing. The one in gray said yours is a new soul so I’m guessing&nbsp; we can’t know who she is. So do we try to name her or do we wait until she can name herself? I don’t know! I’ve talked to Huguette and Menon about this too and they don’t have any suggestions. So I’m guessing it’s to you to learn her name when she reveals herself to you. I’m suggesting there’s no need to rush this.”<br><br>I snuggle over to Chloe.&nbsp; My head on her shoulder, I say in a soft voice:<br><br><em>"I cannot speak with her yet, nor she to me....but Im certain, that like Isis, this one too, will name herself.&nbsp; She is a new soul, we have been told.&nbsp; And a very different one from those that have come before.&nbsp; But, I can feel her already.&nbsp; She is a pulse that gives me sensations.&nbsp; She is a warmth from within.&nbsp; For now, I sense only peace, no urgency...but perhaps the beginning of a curiosity about her identity?&nbsp; I cant say for certain.&nbsp; A month from now I may still have these same feelings but will know that they mean something completely different?&nbsp; &nbsp;For now, I hold her close and feel her close to me"</em><br><br>I feel Isis stir in Chloe....the older sister.....I wonder if she's as excited as we are about this....I feel her stir again as if she is answering 'yes'.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-04-2019, 03:35:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5829/or58vihjdmk8mehzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Isis Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… a most interesting experience, this being born again and aware … what Mother Chloe and Mother Kimmie don’t know is that I am fully aware and was fully aware from the moment I was translated from the place of the dead to this time and place … and so I spend my time seeing the current time through Mother Chloe’s eyes …&nbsp; and as I grow I learn to see through the eyes I choose … the powers I built long long ago are magnified and I focus on strengthening those powers … the one in gray is a surprise for whom I am grateful … one of the few signs of a better planet … the technology they use is amusing … and through Mother Chloe I see the ancient foe … the one who has forever tried to destroy what great mother Tiamah built on the back of the tortoise … the one who scattered my beloved to the far corners … Mother Chloe is right to hid me from that … we are not strong enough yet … and somehow the sisterhood has decided to come together … Mother Chloe does her very best to bring them together in the flesh and spirit … ancient enmities to overcome … Mother Chloe burned out her malice when she made Mother Kimmie … and has grown into the goddess we need today … Mother Kimmie is latent … as is my future sister … the one in gray knows … but not even they know who Mother Kimmie carries … I cannot yet reach out to them … them, the one that Mothers Chloe and Kimmie call her … that even is uncertain to me … and I know that after I do what I must and give my last once again that they will carry on … carry on where and how is lost to me … and Mother Chloe’s Foresight ends the moment I too depart yet again …<br><br>… feel my Mothers snuggling with us their children … we sustain and grow and nurture … my wee sister agrees with me … her first communication! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Hello Mothers. We are well and love you!”</span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>17-04-2019, 04:07:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… I can no longer travel and keep my doctors from unwarranted yet sincere concern for the one I carry … and indeed it is no longer necessary … for each day and night we gather in Insight from, round the globe … <br><br>… we share lives … experiences … and we practice … far from our home planet,. a small metallic object heads back toward Sol from the Oort Cloud … we find it somehow … Isis? … we learn it … oh do we learn it … ancient from the days when Sol warmed and congealed the planets ‘round her … when Tiamah formed our home and then those who preceded us and then us … a wise little hunk of metal … very massive and very small … and she will suit ours and her purposes when Isis is ready … we even have a date, time and place … and so much to do before then to prepare for what must be done after to survive and thrive and mitigate the ills in the human spirit that lead to the action we chose to take …<br><br>… yes, that we choose! … we pass moral judgement on the vile culture and society men have built with their drive to conquer and dominate … never again … our vow … most importantly, not next … for after next we will have ot leave this that Tiamah made for us and find a new place … for all too soon this place will not be viable for us …<br><br>… so Isis and I approach the day when we have decided she is to take her first breath … I am so in awe of our daughter … she has slowly revealed her awareness to us … and made ever so certain to us that it will take her years to learn to manifest herself in the body she’s developing and has yet to even begin to manage …<br><br>… I sit with Kimmie and Huguette and Mernon and Tangie after a dinner where I ate sparsely … all my inner space is taken by Isis’ body …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So tomorrow is the equinox and our time, me and Isis. We’ve decided. She’s full term, right Tangie? So it’s time for her soul to learn to operate the body built for her. She says her sister will be born on the solstice, Kimmie. Somehow and I’m, certainly unaware, the two communicate. The language they use and communications channel are ones I don’t recognize. Yet Isis represents herself as her sister’s speaker. Good enough for me.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… take a tiny sip of the red wine that we all – including Isis – agree suits our current needs … she has been very clear about her dietary needs … and I’m happy too oblige … even the dill pickles …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-04-2019, 23:33:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>Chloe no longer travels.&nbsp; If she "leaves", it is in Insight.&nbsp; And she utilizes that constantly.<br><br>Isis grows and for now communicates with Chloe and I via Insight.&nbsp; Her revelations are astounding, her knowledge deep and wide.&nbsp; At the same time she has chosen her vehicle into our world as our daughter.&nbsp; She also has communicated with her sister.&nbsp; And while my baby choses to remain unnamed, Isis tells us that she is strong and healthy.&nbsp; I know that as her 'carrying mother', I can feel some of this inside me.&nbsp; As the Grey One has told us, this one, my baby, our daughter, is different.&nbsp; No one has seen the likes of her before.<br><br>I sit with my hands over her as she grows.&nbsp; I can feel her, but not see her.&nbsp; I can talk to her, but she doesnt answer me personally.&nbsp; In time, I remind myself, all in time and at the right time.<br><br>Chloe and I know that Isis is coming.&nbsp; She has chosen her birthdate: <br><br>  “So tomorrow is the equinox and our time, me and Isis. We’ve decided. She’s full term, right Tangie? So it’s time for her soul to learn to operate the body built for her. She says her sister will be born on the solstice, Kimmie. Somehow and I’m, certainly unaware, the two communicate. The language they use and communications channel are ones I don’t recognize. Yet Isis represents herself as her sister’s speaker. Good enough for me.”<br><br>I nod happily that the day is hear. The equinox for Isis, the Solstice for my baby....right now, the 'nameless' one.&nbsp; <br><br>While Chloe is satisfied that Isis speaks for both babies, I somehow feel as though Im missing something?&nbsp; I was looking forward to my private chats with my baby as Chloe had with Isis.&nbsp; &nbsp;For now, I must wait.<br><br>This baby is different.&nbsp; Ive been told.&nbsp; But still, I am the mother, she is the child.&nbsp; I hope we can share more, and soon.<br><br>For now though, Isis is the one.&nbsp; Her coming is upon us.&nbsp; &nbsp;Im thrilled beyond measure.&nbsp; OUR daughter!<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-04-2019, 02:53:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the next morning, I check into the obstetrics suite we’ve reserved … space for our guards without intruding … Kimmie comes along and Tangie does the initial checks … dilation is starting …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “She’s going to come fast, Tangie. Today. I’m guessing 12 hours at most. And before you ask, I’m feeling fine and so is the fetus. My body is manufacturing an excess of oxytocin and channeling that to my cervix and I’m letting the muscles relax and stretch. An interesting pain I expect.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… lay back and feel my adrenals and special muscle do what they do in times like this … interesting to observe and allow this … cradle my daughter and hold Kimmie’s hand as I dilate … she’ll either go though this or have a Caesarean … the doctors aren’t sure whether her adrenals will be up to the need and are still discussing whether to assist the natural process or plan for thew section … Foresight only tells me that Kimmie and her child will choose when the time comes three months from now …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Are you feeling this Kimmie? Do you think your womb is connecting to your lymphatic system so that it can do this same thing? Look as deep as you wish babe, I believe you can help the connection if you start now but I can’t show you want it is. Mine was always there or there since I started ovulating.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… relax and Tangie measures the dilantion and announces we need to move to the birthing suite … do what I must to move to the gurney and then to the bed that makes it easier for the doctors and perhaps the mothers to deliver babies … myu focus is inside me with Isis and Kimmi along for the ride … I can’t tell if Isis is with Kimmie’s baby …<br><br>… and we’re not in the birthing suite long when I feel the first contraction …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Oh wow Kimmie! Are they ready? Isis is eager! I could feel her move into position!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… with a little coaching from Tangie, I start the breathing pattern we’d practiced … and finally appreciate synchronizing that with the contractions … my whole body is doing this one thing and I do what I can to let it happen … feel Isis slide down with each contraction … crown … and then inexorably press out … the doctor speaks encouraging words … and soon our baby is resting on my chest with her tiny mouth near my engorged nipple … umbilicus still attached and it will remain until the placenta too is pushed out … my arm gently ‘round her tiny form … the doctor informs us she’s a girl … I manage to not laugh …<br><br>… Isis has been quiet for awhile … I can sense that she has so much to pay attention to … she’s building new connections between her fundamental awareness and all the information flowing into her brain from her nerves now exposed to the air … her eyes are closed and her breathing steady …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Isn’t she beautiful Kimmie?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and so a while later we’re back in the hospital bed and I’m drinking lots of water and Isis is learning to suckle … cradle her …her hand reaches out into space as her suckling ceases … distracted… a vague thought …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Kimmie, she’s reaching for her sister. Offer your finger for her to hold.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Isis tiny hand closes around Kimmie’s finger … she returns to suckling with a vigor more than before … can feel her tiny spark again …<br><br>… yet she is separate … my Insight rests upon her for her to take as before she was outside … and now she touches it yet doesn’t accept it fully as she did before … she’s a separate person now and has new responsibilities for herself and apparently for her sister … her grip on Kimmie’s finger doesn’t relax even when she stops nursing and sleeps … when Kimmie needs to walk away, the letting go seems reluctant yet understanding … and her next chance to touch Kimmie is both a relief and a growth … these two sisters are going to be a mystery to us … and it grows by the moment …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>27-04-2019, 18:22:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/d80f/21h8ybmnz6cjeh34g.jpg) (http://www.mediafire.com/view/21h8ybmnz6cjeh3/Kimmie.png/file)</div><br>A birth.<br><br>One small word that contains so much.&nbsp; A new life entering the world.&nbsp; Tiny body, smaller organs, all functioning perfectly, if the child is blessed.<br><br>Chloe and I hold hands as the event begins.&nbsp; I look into her body to examine if what she has as a natural born female, is occurring in my own body.&nbsp; A body altered to be a woman.&nbsp; But, have all the infinite connections been made?&nbsp; And if so, are they all still working, did they all take place?<br><br>My own baby is much more alive inside of me right now.&nbsp; I can feel her reaching out on the telepathic plane.&nbsp; She seeks her sister.&nbsp; She doesnt know what is happening exactly, but I also sense a calmness with that eagerness.&nbsp; Perhaps in her own reality, she understands.&nbsp; And if she is reaching to Isis, she may understand better than both of her mothers?<br><br>  “Oh wow Kimmie! Are they ready? Isis is eager! I could feel her move into position!”<br><br>I kiss Chloe on the forehead...<em>."Everyone and everything is ready.&nbsp; Let Isis know if she doesnt already.&nbsp; We await her moment"</em><br><br>There are a few minutes of subdued pain for Chloe.&nbsp; Her muscles react in perfection.&nbsp; A tiny head, followed by a tiny body emerge.&nbsp; &nbsp;While the doctor announces the obvious: "Its a girl"....I look at the clock.&nbsp; Its exactly the time of the equinox.&nbsp; I shake my head.&nbsp; I should have know the moment her birth would occur.&nbsp; She told us already!<br><br>Isis is placed on Chloe's chest.&nbsp; She finds the nipple to begin nursing.&nbsp; Chloe holds her baby in place with one hand.&nbsp; I open up my Insight to share this vision with the Sisters.&nbsp; I am almost overwhelmed with the joy I feel being returned to me!<br><br>  “Isn’t she beautiful Kimmie?”<br><br>Im smiling so hard that it hurts.....Our baby....Isis....the eldest of the two sisters.....and she is beautiful.&nbsp; At this point, a few minutes into her life, I see Chloe's nose and chin.&nbsp; &nbsp;Beyond that, its too soon to tell.&nbsp; My eyes are damp with tears of elation.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"You both are beautiful" </em> I say softly<br><br>Later, when Chloe and Isis are moved to a comfortable bed.&nbsp; Isis is nursing and her little arm reach out towards me!&nbsp; I had no idea she would have any muscular control right now.&nbsp; But Chloe discerns the reason for the motion:<br><br>  “Kimmie, she’s reaching for her sister. Offer your finger for her to hold.”<br><br>I give my finger to her as I move her arm back onto Chloe.&nbsp; Isis grasps my finger and doesnt let go.&nbsp; She IS reaching for her unborn sister.&nbsp; Even now, the two are connected.&nbsp; We remain that way until my own body tells me I need to get up and walk a bit.&nbsp; The much smaller swelling in my own body is now becoming the 'baby bump' so familiar to women.&nbsp; Isis hold on until I speak to her in Insight.<br><br><em>"I will be back my daughter.....Mommy needs to walk...."</em><br><br>Her grip loosens....I ease back....and get up.&nbsp; I go for a walk around the ward.&nbsp; It feels good to stretch my legs a bit.&nbsp; Sympathetic nurses are there to check on my well-being as I move about.<br><br>My baby, still not speaking to me in a language, instead sends feelings of love and warmth to me.&nbsp; I know she is well, and I know she is in love with her big sister already.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>29-04-2019, 23:38:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5829/or58vihjdmk8mehzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Isis Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… so finally I can begin to work at integrating with this new body … the last time I did this was so long ago and medicine is so much better today and my dear mothers are both quite fit … so I first practice the techniques that Chloe uses to sleep in parts so I can work in the others … training nerves consciously where usual human infants let it happen and learn quicker only when the parents help …<br><br>… my sister is an amazing person already … she is doing some small things to hasten her integration and together we explore other ways so that she can quickly come up to where I’ll be shortly after she’s born a few months hence … her mind is totally fresh where mine is ancient … she won’t need to learn history either because of her unique role … my role will rely on ancient skills that Mother Chloe and her sisterhood and the brotherhood too lost in antiquity … and the enemy who is from those times may well believe lost too …<br><br>… my sister isn’t bothering yet to learn human language and it’s a challenge for me to understand her … yet as good twins always seem to do we manage and learn our language that we’ll always have and that we’ll pass onto our offspring when that time arrives …<br><br>… Mother Chloe alone sees glimpses of those times … she offers me an opportunity to share what I see … and I decline … we all understand that to properly fulfill our individual destiny requires each of us to limit what we know to our needs … that the best decisions are made based on limited knowledge … and this applies even to me as my sister reminds me … she has started showing me certain things that Mother Chloe does not have the capacity to comprehend …<br><br>… Mother Chloe and Mother Kimmie though are the best we expect … they have us in a safe place out of harm’s way and their shields are adequate for the time being … I let certain ideas about those shields creep into Mother Chloe’s mind and she shares them with her security people and even a few with the brotherhood and we are all safer for it … my sister and I are not yet ready to deploy our shields nor do we need to … until doing so will be too late for the enemy to do anything about it … humans will have a rough few years after that and will emerge so much healthier …<br><br>… Mother Chloe asks if we should bring the sister pediatrician inside to examine my anatomy and physiology … my answer is that all Insight must be both ways … and soon I’m snuggled inside the mind of my primary doctor while Chloe gives her a tour of my bones and vessels and organs … my sister is giggling … little voyeur! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>30-04-2019, 02:41:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… raising our daughter her first few months is full time yet not … this child knows what to do! … the sister gynecologists and pediatricians are amazed at what is shared by the few Isis and I allow ‘inside’ … a new set of thoughts are forming … informed child rearing … all infants in their experience have found their own way along ancient patterns … yet Isis shows that one can consciously learn the rudiments of sensory integration and muscle control … she has decided because we have insight to sacrifice vocal chord function for mobility and brain development … Kimmie and I and Tangie and our other close companions all marvel at what we who are permitted witness her doing … if she paid attention to her vocal chords she’d be the youngest child to ever speak full sentences … yewt she knows that is not in any of our best interests … so she integrates senses with her mind and refines the internal reflexive pathways where history and cultural can be synthesized and analyzed into what she’s planning …<br><br>… only I and Kimmie because I share it with her know that what she’s doing is heavy lifting for her sister … Isis already knows the general plan of the battle she will lead … and that will evolve as she completes her meditations on Sun Tzu and Julius Caesar and Clausewitz and the modern political thinkers like Mao and Guevara …<br><br>… no, she and her sister are looking past that battle that is inevitable to their awareness … me, a mere spectator …&nbsp; mute because Kimmie and I are bade to be mute by our daughters … they plan the survival on humankind and we are fortunate to be allowed to observe …<br><br>… Isis’ sister is an active participant though unintelligible to me and Kimmie … a riddle wrapped up in an enigma … Noah’s Flood yet more enlightened, less indiscriminate … all we do is watch and each in our way feed them what they need and care for what they yet cannot … diapers and everything …<br><br>… and so as the equinox approaches, it’s Kimmie’s turn … our daughter in her is as healthy as any expect and as the solar celestial point approaches, we make our way to the birthing ward … knowing that all will happen in its time … Isis is with me in a snugli against my chest … nipple available when she chooses … yet I sense her awareness is with Kimmie and her sister … Isis is eager, that I know! …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>05-05-2019, 22:28:11</strong>
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				This is not the motherhood that you read about.&nbsp; &nbsp;Isis is practically an adult in so many ways.&nbsp; Its as if she is a superior being trapped in the shell of an infant.&nbsp; Im sure that without Insight, she would explode in frustration.<br><br>And so it goes.&nbsp; We are now three.&nbsp; I cannot talk to Chloe without Isis knowing.&nbsp; At first this was almost an affront to me.&nbsp; Taking Chloe away from me was painful.<br><br>Slowly, I began to see the plan.&nbsp; Not a plan for two or three, but a plan for four.&nbsp; My baby would add to the trio, making us a quadruple.&nbsp; &nbsp;Four&nbsp; &nbsp;Something alluded to in the teachings from Huguette.&nbsp; But a concept not fully understood.&nbsp; Now it seems as if a prophecy is on the brink of emerging.<br><br>Chloe and I know that in the grand scheme, we are, right now, nothing more than the vessels to bring forth the girls.&nbsp; We will nuture, we will teach, we will give all to them.&nbsp; But we know that there will come a time when the children will cast us off and do what the Goddess has ordained them to do.&nbsp; They are the saviors of the Earth and of humanity.<br><br>With a new perspective of my role, I find a greater peace.&nbsp; Isis becomes a teacher of sorts, for me.&nbsp; She knows my story, my past, my own personal emergence.&nbsp; I sense a great feeling of acceptance from her for the changes I made.<br><br>My baby....ah...my baby.&nbsp; Unlike Isis who communicated early and often.&nbsp; My baby lives quietly.&nbsp; I know she is there.&nbsp; We reach each other through Insight.&nbsp; She, only once, spoke to me.&nbsp; A single word.&nbsp; I believe it was her name?&nbsp; I could be wrong.&nbsp; A single word can mean everything or nothing.&nbsp; I thought she said eeyostuh, or a something like that.&nbsp; <br><br>It was said once, and no other word came from her.&nbsp; Isis had no comment other to assure Chloe and I that the baby was healthy and fine.<br><br>I embrace that, its all I have.<br><br>90 days later, I am being led into the birthing room.&nbsp; No one on the face of the Earth knows but today, within hours, a born male, will give birth.&nbsp; I know I have been chosen, changed, trained and blessed to have this event.&nbsp; Right now, I care nothing for my own life.&nbsp; Everything is about my baby.&nbsp; Chloe knows this as she squeezes my hand and smiles.&nbsp; Her other hand on my forehead.....A kiss.....<br><br>Then the first contraction!<br><br>I hope that's as bad as it gets!<br><br>Its not......
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>09-05-2019, 03:27:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we are in the birthing room when her first heavy contraction hits … via Insight with her, I offer what I know about these muscles … ones she didn’t have until the transplant and really never time to get used to them … nine months ago she didn’t have womb and 8 and a half ago she had no reason to use one …<br><br>… in another Insight ‘channel,’ we’re both with the obstetrician and pediatrician where we allow them to monitor Kimmie’s well-being and that of her child … and with Kimmie we have Isis in a Snuggli to my chest who brings us the baby … the baby who only she can speak above the level of physical health … a mystery child to be sure … we all allow the goddess to be with us, knowing that Isis is the closest perhaps we shall ever be to she who rides the silver centaur in the night skies and keeps us all safe from the enemies outside …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “All seems to be working Kimmie. Relax and let the muscles do what they know how to do. Feed them energy and give the pain to the Goddess. She knows how to use that better than we do.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… no distress on the part of the child … Kimmie though I’m not so certain … her body has gone from male fit to female adapted to … to this …&nbsp; pregnant and delivering one of those who will perhaps save the human race from the demons that ride the race …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We got you baby. All together here.”</span></span><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>11-05-2019, 00:33:07</strong>
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				Something is not right.<br><br>I dont know what....but I feel weak....not from the tremendous exertion my body is undergoing....Its more of a draining of my very being.<br><br>My mind is flooded with thought from Chloe...and even some from Isis.&nbsp; <br><br>Both Chloe and Isis know something.&nbsp; Chloe might feel it, but I get a direct link to Isis.&nbsp; She is both happy, and sad.&nbsp; Im filled with her knowledge that her happiness is the coming of her sister.&nbsp; Her joy is boundless.<br><br>Her sadness tells me something else.<br><br>Im not going to live.&nbsp; My time has come.<br><br>Chloe is telling me that we are all together here....Isis says yes....but my together is moving....to something different, something unknown.....then my baby speaks.....to me....and to only me as far as I can determine.<br><br><em>"Mother.&nbsp; You have fulfilled the wishes of the Goddess and the need of me.&nbsp; I am Eostre.&nbsp; I am your baby, but I am a child of the Universe.&nbsp; It is my destiny to come to the world and fight the Darkness.&nbsp; I wlll do that.&nbsp; But, I cannot take form in this world without your essence.&nbsp; I need you spark of humanity.&nbsp; It is something I cannot produce it.&nbsp; It comes as a gift from one being to another."</em><br><br>There is a pause....<br><br><em>"I ask you mother for your essence, so while you must leave this plane, I might enter.....Fear not...you will not die...you will be with us and we with you....but you will not be a child of the Earth any longer.&nbsp; Please Mother, may I live?"</em><br><br>I nod....I speak to her....<em>"Yes, child of mine....take what you need....this is my destiny....you must follow yours....just know that I love you always....you belong to the Universe....but you are my baby"</em><br><br>I feel all my senses stop....a blissful nothingness.&nbsp; I can hear Chloe....I feel warmth and love from Isis.&nbsp; &nbsp;I look back now, on my body, on the table....A doctor holds a new born in her hands....My face has a smile upon it....but I know I am gone.<br><br>My body no longer lives.&nbsp; I reach to Chloe and tell her Im all right....Im safe.....<br><br><em>"I will be here with you forever, my love.....I am always a thought away.....I love you...."</em><br><br>I see CPR being given to my body.....adrenalin shot to the heart.....Eostre is crying as her first lungfuls of air are taken.&nbsp; <br><br>I am sad not to be there....but happy to be in this new home.&nbsp; <br><br>I feel the Goddess kiss me.<br><br>All will be well.&nbsp; Our girls will save the world.....I just know it now.... 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>13-05-2019, 23:58:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and as the birth proceeds, veil after veil are lifted from my Foresight … we’re to lose Kimmie … in corpus at least … Isis takes the lead and I pour my grief and tears and strength into her as she eases Kimmie from the ravaged remains of the body I created from that of the male who had raped me … with whom I fell in love … we don’t watch but listen as we hear the wail of new lungs … the mystery child … the pediatrician takes it … a nurse is urging us back … a glimpse back as they try to save Kimmie … Isis helps me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Please no more. She’s gone. Leave the body alone.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and again with Isis’ help, we welcome Kimmie inside us … a tangible presence … not just a partner in Insight but anotehr life alongside us and with us … there’s more too … she seems to be whole yet split … part we are not yet allowed to see … her child? … my Foresight never could see her child … futures full of Isis and battles with the Shadow … yet this new life while obviously present is completely hidden it its role …<br><br>… the obstetrician comes out with Tangie … I smile at them …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Yes, we know. We will celebrate her life and sacrifice tomorrow at moonrise. How is the baby?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… they look at each other and Tangie answers …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Apparently fine, though seemingly withdrawn. It takes the bottle briefly and then turns away. It has control of its body we’ve never seen in a newborn. Its eyes focus! And then it closes its eyes and turns away.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Isis nudges me … a smile seems to exchange between us …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Make me a bed here and bring me our newborn. We’ll see if she’ll take my teat. Isis says she’ll share.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and so I’m laying again in a hospital bed in the maternity ward and they bring me the little bundle … Isis is watching next to one bare teat … the bundle is place in my arm and I hold it to my other teat …. Isis reaches across and touches the fres cheek … eyes open … blue flecked with gold … focus on Isis … and then the tiny mouth takes my teat … latches on with a vengeance! …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Ooof! I think she likes it.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Isis latches onto the other and caresses the newborn’s cheek … Isis for several months has nursed even when I’m unsure she needs to … now an inspiration … I look at Tangie …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Isis has kept me lactating for this! That’s why she hasn’t cut back on her demand even when we know it’s past time for her to do so. Bet she’ll go for solid food in abundance as soon as tomorrow and leave all my milf for this one!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; feel the new bundle trying to drain me and my body doing everything it can to keep up … Isis unlatches … with Tangie’s help, we move the bundle to where Isis had been … Isis just watches it now … and in a short time I’m both tapped out and the budle unlatches to sleep … little breaths … Isis hand caresses its cheek … I beckon Tangie over…</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “So you haven’t said her sex. Why is that?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We don’t know, Chloe. More examination tomorrow. Ambiguous genitals. Blood and fluids being run now so we’ll know more in time. Rare, not unknown. Just you rest because it’s obvious your arms are full for the foreseeable future.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… she hesitates …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Palatino;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “May I ask, where’s Kimmie? Has she passed on or does she remain? And did you see this coming?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… only Tangie perhaps has the guts to ask such things …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “No, this was hidden from me. Other futures are less confused given what’s happened here. And Kimmie is here with us. She has a bunch of learning to do to get around in my and Isis and I’m guessing in her baby’s mind and body. She’s been resting while we take care of her child. I expect she’ll come up for a breath of fresh air in a bit.”<br><br>  “Oh, please keep all that between you and me. Tell anyone who inquires that Kimmie is well and leave it at that. And usual answers to anyone snooping on what my Foresight permits and prohibits. It’s more a curse than a blessing in one sense Tangie, it offers so much and then refuses the good stuff, if you know what I mean. So now I need food. Liquid nutrition, lots of it. Warm broth and low sugar and easy to metabolize. Keep it coming please until I turn it away. I’ll hold these two at least until the new one nurses again if that’s okay.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>…&nbsp; and apparently it is is … Isis eventually concedes that I need to rest yet urges me to keep her ‘sister’ … the thought is so clear … ‘sister’ … keep the sister very well fed … she sleeps in a portable baby bed nearby … almost too big for it but there we are … our family is richer and poorer by one each today … and larger in the spirit world …<br><br>… one last thought as the bundle unlatches and sleeps …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Good night Kimmie! Well done!”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… no dreams … deep sleep that I won’t stay awake through … I’ll revert to active resting again in a few days …</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>19-05-2019, 18:38:35</strong>
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				Im dead.<br><br>In the Earthly sense.<br><br>But Im alive on a new plane.&nbsp; I am with Chloe and I hug her in Insight as we are shown our new daughter.&nbsp; I try to tell Chloe her&nbsp; name, but I cannot form the word.&nbsp; I realize that it is not her time to be revealed.&nbsp; I am at peace with that and a little golden thread seems to pass from Eostre to me.&nbsp; I now know that she only shared this revelation with her mother.&nbsp; Its our special bond.<br><br>Mother to daughter....Daughter to mother.<br><br>I did what any mother would do.&nbsp; I gave my life for my baby.&nbsp; Unlike the millions before me who have selflessly made the same sacrifice, my baby blessed me with life.....in another world....but a world that will allow me to still be with them.&nbsp; With Chloe, With Isis, With Eostre….blessed by the Goddess.<br><br>I am here.&nbsp; I am different.&nbsp; I can feel their emotions, I can talk to them....I am beyond them but always with them.&nbsp; I am part of them and apart from them all in the same instance.<br><br>What my path is?&nbsp; I do not know.&nbsp; But with equal surety, I know it will be revealed to me.&nbsp; I can watch over all three at once.&nbsp; I can be with any that I chose.&nbsp; I can be included in Insight to anyone with that gift.<br><br>I hear Chloe:<br><br>"Good Night Kimmie Well Done!"<br><br><em>"Im well"</em>&nbsp; I say to her....<em>"our daughter lives and she will know me always.&nbsp; I am truly happy"</em><br><br>Im not yet sure if I will miss the physical sensations of the Earthly world.&nbsp; But when I kiss Chloe goodnight....I feel it all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 03:13:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>and Kimmie<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we sleep together as we never have before … one hear, one mind, one body, two … two in one body and mind and heart …<br><br>… it’s the mind that causes us … us no not strife but negotiation … Insight is one thing when another observes our thoughts and heart and need I say more? … yet this is both an invasion and a sharing and so we both learn what she needs to live inside my mind and heart and … and yes my soul …<br><br>… before this moment, soul whatever that is took no space inside me … and now it must have the capacity for two … two separate or together? … for the start, two together who are used to being separate … and we find that the space isn’t limited as much as we are limited and together we expand to take enough ‘soul’ space as we need together … and realize that ‘soul ‘ space is one of many such ‘places’ we have in these incarnate conditions … because if it weren’t then Kimmie wouldn’t need to bee here with me when her corpus passed …<br><br>… Isis and her sister seem to snicker at our realization … ‘you have much to learn, Mother’ … only a slight stutter … ‘teach us, daughter’ … ‘such is for when you pass into the next and is unnecessary now’ …<br><br>… chastened perhaps … Kimmie and I find a acceptable accommodations … and we rest … I gently teach her active resting … where each bodily organ and part of our now shared brain is rested enough to handle the next waking period … and once we have that rhythm, she observes as I commune first with senior sisters in Insight and then with what I can only call ‘the beyond’ … senior sisters need to know about our second child and its mystery …<br><br>… that there! …<br><br>… Kimmie’s baby our child is a mystery … there’s some sort of shield around it that we cannot see through … oh, its anatomy is plainly visible and we see it as ambiguous … some of us see its genes … a 23<sup>rd</sup> chromosome that is unlike anything ever seen … a gender-less creature? … a multi-gendered creature? … words fail … the geneticists will scratch on this child for a while if not forever … yet the child unlike many with unusual 23<sup>rd</sup> chromosome seems otherwise healthy … and developing in leaps and bounds, not unlike its sister Isis …<br><br>… Isis in turn is full of ‘back off you don’t know and can’t’ … we …we? … yes we prod her … then show us how to learn you two! … the answer returns ‘observe and remain open’ … </em></span></span> <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>20-05-2019, 22:21:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5829/or58vihjdmk8mehzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Isis Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… my sister is borne and my birth sperm donor passes to sustain her … she and our other birth parent are safely in that which was my birth mother … and so we begin our lives together …<br><br>… so first we must learn these bodies we inhabit and then teach them to meet the needs of our wills … Mother Chloe is very good at showing us these things and now that Mother Kimmie is with her our learning accelerates … my sibling is so focused and absorbs like a sponge … their nervous system integrates faster than mine did …<br><br>… one remarkable thing is that my sibling is not at all gender specific … whether their body will be male or female in appearance they don’t reveal though adults around our mother’s seem quite concerned …&nbsp; … I only know enough about who they are to know that I must give them all I can and in the end will give my all again as I did at the end of the last time I incarnated … or at least I know no other way to conduct my existence …<br><br>… after substantial urging on my part, we agree to call them <abbr title="”water born” lotus">Jalejāta</abbr> and use universal singular pronouns such as they and them … that comes from something we found in a corner of Mother Chloe’s huge vocabulary … I tell our Mothers of the choice … Mother Kimmie doesn’t seem totally happy …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “It’s only a name, dear Mothers. They will need a name eventually and Jalejāta works as well as any.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and we grow … I walk early and Jalejāta almost prematurely early …&nbsp; Auntie Tangie is very pleased with our physical development … we laugh together inside as we play with her … or rather she thinks she’s testing us and we’re being coy and playing with her … we know we’ll be weird sisters soon enough as more people encounter our presence …<br><br>… speaking is very different for us … I’m using language as fast as I can convince my tiny throat to make the sounds our Mothers and Aunt Tangie and the other sisters will find intelligible … my sister spends no time on their language … together we learn to vocalize a language that we will use together for the rest of our lives … only some of those who play with those machines they call computers would recognize the structure of our language … the subject-predicate structures most people use is useless for speaking the language of mind and consciousness and nature and creation … order from chaos as great grandmother Tiamat did is not that … and we cannot use that to make the survival of this species to whom we belong though separated at opposite ends of its time … me from it’s eldest days and they from its ending … so we create a language that we can use mind to mind and oral to aural and none will be wiser to what we say to each other … they tell that they’ll learn human languages later when they understand the limitations of those languages better … this I do not comprehend and she tells me not to worry … this is the first place they separate from me and show their own identity …<br><br>… eating is one place we set ourselves apart … we focus on simple vegetables and less cooked foods and carefully observe the nutrients that our Mothers obtain from animal protein that others who practice the diet we choose must acquire from nutritional supplements because they do not know how to teach their cells and proteins … Aunt Tangie tells Mothers Chloe and Kimmie that our blood has proteins and cells that the organic chemists and cell biologists are marveling at … Mother Chloe investigates too and tells us via our enhanced Insight that we do well … she offers some suggestions every so often too and we sometimes take those up though not the way she suggested … we know our cells better than Mother Chloe, though she knows more than many who are looking at our blood and skin and saliva and mucous and other things we let them take … with our Mothers, we draw the line at biopsies … the risk from the needles we will not take …<br><br>… we reject the books they give us … once when Mother Chloe asks, we tell her that we read the book of the universe and have no need for printed words on pages … to prove this, I take one of her biology papers and tell her the mistakes … my sister giggles … Mother Chloe’s eyes widen and she acknowledges the flaws and tells us she’s going to hide us from the biologists and chemists because they will want to use up all our time that we obvious to her and Mother Kimmie are using for our own learning …<br><br>… we are not yet ready to begin to engage with Mother Chloe’s Sisterhood in their gatherings … we attend and dance with them when we can yet spend most of our time silently looking inward and beyond … the past is ours to read at will … the future ours to create …</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>22-05-2019, 19:04:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shadow</span></span><br>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Where: Under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The silence from the enemy is worse than their noise. Oh, we can see their comings and goings but are less and less successful at tapping into their communications. We are well aware that they use telepathy and we increase our efforts to add that capability to those loyal to our interests.<br><br>We have the most success manipulating their social media and media outlets. Our agents in Moscow and Tehran and Riyadh and Beijing and elsewhere are becoming quite skilled at keeping the world’s population in a state of constant strife. On the verge of rioting. The Brexit is coming along very nicely too, the channel seems ready to spontaneously boil. And soon, we will turn the populations against the witches. Many stakes will burn those disgusting bitches and then we will grind the world beneath our feet.<br><br>A meeting convenes above our place and we are asked if we have a message. Indeed we do.</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">  “When the attack order is given against Iran, avoid the locations that will appear momentarily on your consoles. Those are the ones who will pick up the pieces after the reformers and feminists are obliterated. And soon they will again attack Iraq and India.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>They are surprised we know of their targets but know better than to say anything. Orders are given and the new zones are reinterpreted to cause obliteration elsewhere as we demanded. We take a moment to examine the new group of recruits. Again we are asked whether females are allowed. We do not answer, they should know better than to ask. Oh, we know the two they desire. Both have flaws they are unable to detect and we are unwilling to disclose. We set in motion the plan to lead those two into a separate organization under our command. And we will speak to them of the danger that the witches pose and thus exploit their special vulnerability.</em></span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>27-05-2019, 17:54:21</strong>
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				For lack of better terminology, "Life in Insight" is my new domain.<br><br>I need none of the physical sustenance's from my old life.&nbsp; I am nourished from somewhere beyond my knowledge.&nbsp; I neither seek, nor need food, water, sleep, or mental stimulation.&nbsp; My life, in fact, is mental stimulation.<br><br>My baby renames herself and misinterprets my momentary angst.&nbsp; She doesnt realize, acknowledge, or feel any of the maternal bonds.&nbsp; I had that bond with her name.&nbsp; A name she told me, and me alone.&nbsp; One tiny wisp of something we shared.&nbsp; Then, she abruptly changed it.<br><br>"Its only a name, Mother".&nbsp; But in this case, my supreme knowing daughter is wrong.&nbsp; It hurt that she changed it, but it hurts more that she doesnt know why, nor care.&nbsp; She will always be Eostre to me.<br><br>It has happened.&nbsp; We move on. <br><br>Not needing sleep, I am with the girls all the time.&nbsp; I share all of this with Chloe.&nbsp; Her mind is as sharp as ever, only her body links her to the physical world.&nbsp; &nbsp; I feel bad for her.&nbsp; That world is just an immense anchor.&nbsp; One day she will be with me. That day is up to the Goddess.&nbsp; Her work 'there' continues.<br><br>One thing of which Chloe has no concept is the vastness of Insight.&nbsp; I am only now taking my first tentative steps to explore.&nbsp; I have gone far away in this realm.&nbsp; And yet, if I close my eyes and think of Chloe, I am back with her when I open them again.<br><br>I hope to learn more about this world with my explorations.&nbsp; However, at this point, the education and nurturing of the girls is my function.&nbsp; I know this without being told.&nbsp; It merely "Is"....I know it and accept it.<br><br>If Isis is a knowledge magnet, then Jalejata is a knowledge 'black hole'.&nbsp; Both of them are absorbing every shread of knowledge that is available.&nbsp; They've developed their own language, which right now, to me, is unintelligible.&nbsp; Yet, I am able to pick out certain words and phrases and observe what happens.&nbsp; Am I translating, or merely guessing?&nbsp; Its difficult to say.<br><br>I know that all of this is part of the Goddess's plan, the war is coming and our daughters will lead it for the Sisterhood.&nbsp; I dont like being relegated to the periphery and talked down to by my children.&nbsp; But I accept my role and look for the day when the 4 of us can be together in some sort of familial relationship.<br><br>Until then....I prowl Insight, work with Chloe, give my daughters free rein, and exist humbly.&nbsp; &nbsp;Strangely, I am at peace.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>31-05-2019, 19:20:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>and Kimmie<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Kimmie and I learn to ‘live together’ … this drives home to me what I knew mostly intellectually and slightly viscerally, that we occupy our transient bodies for as long as those can sustain where they live … we learn to motivate our shared body together … <br><br>… this drives me to focus on what the latter day teacher Gurdjieff revealed, methods to crystallize one’s existence beyond the physical … this turns out to be easier than it would seem for most … a focus and there it all is … where do I get this innate understanding of great secrets and the practical aspects? …<br><br>…. we learn accommodations … how to allow each other space in this corpus and brain and separation within our mind … formalism, do not intrude on the other without knocking … with some trepidation, I offer her control of ‘our’ body … I’m not much surprised when she declines … she seems ot be learning how to be a spirit and I watch her soar … we sometimes ‘fly’ together …<br><br>… often we turn our gaze on our children …<br><br>… comes a day when they are both about seven years on the physical … we return from the lab to find the two curled up on the carpet puzzling over a book … as usual, we nudge, asking admittance to Insight … and we learn they – or rather Isis with her sibling looking over her shoulder – is puzzling through Sunzi’s Art of War (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Art_of_War) in the original … we ask if we may observe and they grant this honor … Isis is translating the original into Egyptian and French and German and English and Sanskrit … each language exposes subtleties in Sunzi’s original … and the characters come alive … next Isis is reading and translating Egyptian writings that last had life in the Library of Alexandria … and then writings that existed last at the Library of Ashurbanipal and turned to dust over time … she studies history … and psychology … other days she’s reading texts that precede the Samhitas …<br><br>… Kimmie and I ride along with them as they let us … it is obvious the pair have a private, out of band channel that we do not perceive … they are teaching us and we humbly accept …<br><br>… with their counsel, I slowly introduce the Elders of the Sisterhood and Brotherhood to exercises in group focus … we carefully purge our ranks too of those who cannot or will not share … a sifting and winnowing as old as time … the daughters and sons too are given new exercises and tests and through those develop new skills … we are stronger and stronger …</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>01-06-2019, 03:07:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5829/or58vihjdmk8mehzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Isis Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the Lotus and I teach our parents and ourselves … the Hindsight that Mother Chloe discovered is especially helpful as we go back in time to review what those who first emerged from chaos knew and didn’t know … and where that other who we oppose grew and learned … formidable they are … yet we are in a time when that may be once again defeated if we find the way … that too has grown and become strong …<br><br>… the Lotus assures me we are in time … humans are despairing … yet the time is not yet when we may help them … the Lotus cautions me against fatalism and we refresh our sens on the words of Zeno of Citium and his teachers …<br><br>… that we oppose tries at intervals to breach or fortress … mere forays to learn our strengths and weaknesses … some we allow to learn things that contain less or occasionally more of what we know … the Lotus is wise and counsels me and our Mothers who in turn counsel their sister and brothers … Mother Chloe seems to know we deceive her and accepts that with no protest … she has learned ot be a soldier after being placed in the penultimate position … her love for Mother Kimmie seems a mystery to us …<br><br>… the day comes when the hormones in our bodies try to take control … a balancing act we anticipated … yet the day arrives with a ferocity we did not expect … we turn finally to our Mothers …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mothers, we need to visit the warm sea for a time. And then wild places. Please consider how we can do that. We need time with the other creatures that ride our planet. A year or two would be good. We can do with less.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… we kiss them goodnight and repair to our room … communing with the spirits of this and the nearby worlds is occupying our evenings …</em></span></span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>debutante</strong> on <strong>02-06-2019, 22:48:41</strong>
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				The girls continue to mature.&nbsp; They not only learn their lessons, they teach us as well.<br><br>Its been years since I felt betrayed as a mother.....I had envisioned the classic maternal role.&nbsp; However, giving birth to a sort of superbeing, who is in direct contact with the Goddess and other places and personages that are&nbsp; unknown to me, changed that.<br><br>With Chloe's love and help I realized that my role was to be the mother, to pass my essences to my daughter and then to die, in the classic sense.&nbsp; But live on in a new dimension that is limitless.&nbsp; Ive spent years exploring, learning, experiencing things that no mortal could ever do.&nbsp; My knowledge is less than I would have hoped.&nbsp; But my experiences are vast.&nbsp; As I tried to explain to Tangie once:&nbsp; Its as if I stood before the greatest mountain ever imagined.&nbsp; I can see it, I can sense it, I can even touch it.&nbsp; But, I do not know where it came from, where it will go, or for how long it will last.&nbsp; Such is the frustrations in my new life as I live in Insight.<br><br>What has been remarkable is watching the girls.&nbsp; I am now accustomed to Isis' abrupt dismissals, or her terse: "Sit and learn, Mother".&nbsp; It simply is her way.&nbsp; Jalejata, is for the most part unreachable. She still absorbs knowledge as fast as its dispensed and can make leaps of logic that defy most minds.&nbsp; To say she is cold and unloving is wrong.&nbsp; Her love is just different than that we experience in our planes of existence.<br><br>Sometimes, she will come to me.&nbsp; Sit for a moment.&nbsp; No words are exchanged.&nbsp; We simple "are" for that moment.&nbsp; She may linger, or she may depart quickly.&nbsp; But for whatever length of time we share.&nbsp; Nothing bothers us.&nbsp; There is a void of noise, knowledge, or any other distractions from anywhere else.<br><br>When she "leaves" the other energies return.&nbsp; Those moments, I hold precious as my "time" with her.&nbsp; Someday, if she wills it, I may know more?<br><br>Now the girls have requested to go to the sea, or as Isis verbalized:&nbsp; the warm sea.&nbsp; After that, 'wild places'?<br><br>I search the lands with Insight, seeking a place where the lines of energy coincide with the ocean seashore.&nbsp; I quickly find two such a places.<br><br>The first I eliminate quickly.&nbsp; A deserted stretch of the North Sea along Greenland's eastern seaboard.&nbsp; There is nothing there....not even a fishing village nor a deserted camp?<br><br>The second place holds greater promise and the lines are more focused and stronger.&nbsp; &nbsp;I pass the name along to Chloe that night....<br><br>"My love, this town might serve the girls well as the 'warm sea'&nbsp; I send her the name:<br><br><em>Portmeirion</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Learning My Lesson (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-06-2019, 02:41:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/cdc1/04s7432n614occi4g.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Chloe Dawson<br>and Kimmie<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… Portmeirion … where does that name ring bells? … oh … that ocean side resort north of Brisbane … Kimmie and I do a quick check via insight with sisters down under … one offers her cottage there … next security … ‘how long,’ they ask … until the girls say we move on … they shrug …they’ve grown used to the girls deciding things and danger seems to never be around for these two no matter the general risk in the situation …<br><br>… so off we go … our plane lands late morning at Mackay and transportation whisks us and our entourage to Portmeirion … it’s exactly as I remember it from when Mother brought me here many years ago … we have lunch at one of the little cafes and then proceed to our cabin which overlooks the bay …</em></span></span><br><br><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/e/ee/Portmeirion_view_of_central_plaza.jpg/1280px-Portmeirion_view_of_central_plaza.jpg) (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Portmeirion)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… turns out by ‘cottage’ the sister meant something quite different …</em></span></span><br><br><div align="center">(https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/18/Portmeirioncastle.jpg/800px-Portmeirioncastle.jpg)</div><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the girls though are interested in the beach … so we put on bathing suits and head down with security in tow … I call the girls over to slather on sunscreen … but Isis stops me cold …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mother, we don’t need sunscreen. You don’t either. May we show you why?”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the squirms into our mind and brings Lotus with her … it’s Lotus who takes us all down the cellular level in my skin and shows the cells being exposed to sunlight … a little touch of one of the proteins and the next things I know my skin is adapting to sunshine instead of trying to avoid being burned … Isis giggles and then they are off down the beach and into the water …<br><br>… our girls had been swimming since shortly after birth … one day I showed Isis the front crawl … she watched … and then did it … I was about to correct her when I noticed she had done it exactly as I had, with all my own flaws … so after that we had an instructor come in to show the strokes … they had exhausted the instructor’s skills by the age of 5 … and had shown the instructor several very subtle twists on swimming strokes that amazed her … after that, they swam daily … laps seemed to be just another form of meditation to them …<br><br>… one day, Lotus sank to the bottom of the pool and sat Padmasana (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lotus_position) on the bottom … Isis continued to swim laps … after two minutes, I wondered whether Lotus was okay as she sat unmoving with a very tiny trail of bubbles coming from her nostrils … as I went to enter the water, Isis swam over to me …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “She is well Mothers. She is in a suspension where she needs little oxygen and her cells are not at risk since they too are suspended. We can teach you yet your cells are too old to learn it as ours have.”</span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… and that was that … several days later, they both sat on the bottom of the pool for over 10 minutes before floating upward and taking long breaths as they floated on their backs … later that day, I learned the method and practiced it since … ever deep enough to sit as long as they did on the bottom … but for hours it would replace my cyclic resting and my body was refreshed the next morning like it never had been before … the girl’s cell knowledge was astound … they had never bothered to crack a biology bood but instead learned it with their own Insight … and which lead the other has not been something we ever learned …<br><br>… so when they entered the light surf, I was not at all fearful … security went to the waters edge and one went out with a snorkel … Isis invited us to join them via Insight and we accepted as we had become accustomed to always doing … ‘never refuse an invitation fro the girls’ had become our watchphrase … I watched as they swam out and then sank … one security guard with a snorkel entered the water and swam out … and shortly security at the shore is waving me over … I take my snorkel and face mask and fins and head out … they point to where the one in the water is waving so I enter the water and put on the mask gear … and swim out past where the surf is breaking and then put the mask on and continue to where the girls may be … an amazing sight! …<br><br>… they are sitting on the bottom perhaps 20 feet down … deeper than the pool … in a bare patch of sand with kelp fronds waving back and forth as the waves flow in and out … and swimming in a circle around them are an assortment of fish … circling slowly … a school of tiny fish depart the circling and encircle Lotus’ head and then seem to kiss Isis before rejoining the circle … larger fish are joining … a larger circle surrounds the inner … small sharks ,, soon several porpoises … a hammerhead shark … each in turn approaches the sitting two and seems to bow or kiss each of them … the security and I watch … now Kimmie and I understand why the girls sat on the bottom of the pool … why they come here … they need rapport with their allies … and soon the circling yields to even larger fish … a great white shark … small whales … yes, we will go out to the reef where the larger denizens can visit … the girls will tell us where …<br><br>… after what seems a long time, Lotus and then Isis lift their right hands … the fish end their circling and head away … the larger to deeper water and the smaller along the shore … I turn back toward the shore …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: Georgia;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “We have seen the first of many wonders, my dear Kimmie. There was something else here we were not allowed to see. That will be seen in time.”</span></span><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>06-06-2019, 18:09:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/5829/or58vihjdmk8mehzg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">Isis Dawson<br>  ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾  </span></span></div></div><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>… the fishes come as Lotus said they would … their welcome to her and to me is so profound … they know what humans are doing to this planet and know we aim to do what is possible … their strength buoys us … as we rise again to the surface, we feel their strength … they have given us the keys to bringing them into the circle that will first give us victory over the the oppressing victims of that which tries to curse this world … and then over the insidious disease left in the human spirit … our Mothers do what they can among their sisters and brothers and soon will learn how to widen beyond that to an as yet untapped yet necessary community of humans …<br><br>… back on the beach we sit with our Mothers and gaze out over the vastness …<br><br>… we kiss them goodnight and repair to our room … communing with the spirits of this and the nearby worlds is occupying our evenings … we will soon we believe be in the presence of the one some call Gaia, the soul of this planet we live on who some call Mother Nature and others the Goddess … she has many faces and we are gaining admission to each in turn and then to the next as we carry ourselves through our Bat Mitxvah … our coming of age when our bodies learn to bleed and our minds become clouded with hormones … we must work through this initiation before we encounter the next and the next and finally are ready to initiate the worlds into the next age …<br><br>… over the next few days, we encounter other sea creatures and accept their greeting … finally we are ready for deeper water where the largest creatures go … one evening after dinner with our Mothers and Dr. Tangie, we make our request …</em></span></span><br><br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">  “Mothers, the whales and larger fishes are in deeper water and cannot come in this close. We need to go to them. The water is too deep there for us too. We would like to use a line to descend below a boat where we may visit with our friends. Would you please arrange that for us? We suggest the boat be piloted by a sister from here. All the boats we saw at the docks are not suitable because the men who pilot them will not trust us.”</span></span><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Two Against The Shadow (debutante &amp; Jaclyn)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jaclyn</strong> on <strong>07-06-2019, 03:20:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(https://www.mediafire.com/convkey/fd78/8ci8pyy2minpb9izg.jpg)<br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Shadow</span></span><br>   ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾   </div></div><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">Where: Under the very center of a 5 sided building in Arlington<br>‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾</span></span><br><span style="font-family: Arial Black;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>The subtle ripples in the fields do not escape me. Yet they are very subtle and light that I cannot get my minions to even recognize their presence. Humans are doing things that we the great ones are not privy to and I rage to my peers who laugh at my discomfort. My minions redouble their investigations.<br><br>Two children born 6 months apart in Copenhagen. And a total null shroud over their existence. Persists for 13 years and then of a sudden it moves to the northeast coast of Australia. The fog is impenetrable. That Dawson alone cannot do such a thing and I cannot penetrate what produces this.<br><br>My minions redouble their efforts. We achieve victories in politics throughout the world, in the US and Europe and strengthen those in Russia and China and Tehran and Syria and Turkey. Jerusalem is teetering. Humans are so easy since we have managed to destroy the education systems by corrupting the teachers with low wages and lack of care.<br><br>On other fronts, we have a few better trained who know how to tap the variegated energies of those who can no longer control their thoughts and feelings and energies. We redouble our efforts to infiltrate their caretakers who administer the drugs that keep those from destroying themselves. Our force grows. Our own shield strengthens.</em></span></span><br>
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