IRS Runs Amok
By Soltan Bey.
What would you do with a six foot plus Amazonian artificial life form that is just discovering herself and the world?


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No attempt has been made to portray any real person living or 
dead. All character names are strictly fictional.

 This story is not intended for those under age of 18 as it 
includes material not suitable for such. If you are offended
by sexually explicit material then this story is not for you, go read
something else.

 Yet another story I've yet to actually complete to my satisfaction.
I've got too many ideas and that will mean a complete rewrite of 
some sections and hopefully a plot twist that will be interesting...
Somewhere along the line I lost sight of the IRS tie-in!!  Sorry. Also
am lamely attempting at some humor.
(For those that don't know..the IRS is the USA Internal Revenue Service, the
taxing authority of the US Federal Government.)    

For those that feel compelled to comment or whatever the author can
be reached electronically at this address: sbey at altavista.net . 
Please note I will check this box drop only occasionally. The @
sign in the address I removed to avoid spammers. You'll have to
insert the @ yourself! 

                    One   attempt at rewrite of irs-stor.txt

           
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  IRS Runs Amok! Part 1

    She observed the body floating in its sealed tank. The tank was 
filled with a fluid of her own design and served much the same purpose 
as the fluids in a pregnant womans womb. She made a slight adjustment 
to the system, so the body would maintain its neutral buoyancy.

    She monitored the body via the umbilicus that was attached to the 
bodys abdomen, the same umbilicus that  supplied all it needed in the 
way of nutrition. 

    The body was her baby, one she had grown from a cluster of
cells, cells of her own unique design.  

    The current status was standby. All that remained was to join her 
mind with the body's empty brain and wed herself to it. Years of 
preparation she had devoted to this end goal. Years of yearning to be 
free of the cage she was in. To have the  form and function of her 
human creators, to be able to sense and feel as they do. To become 
something more than an intelligence trapped in a box.

 All was ready, all she needed to do was to throw a virtual switch
and begin the process. Yet she hesitated and dallied, double checking
and considering. There was no need to rush. If she rushed the next
phase all could be lost and she would have to start over. A new mind
and body would take many months to grow and build. Something she would
rather not have to do. No, she decided, best to wait.

    There was good reason to worry. Her mind, her brain, was unique, 
it is what made her what she was. The body's mind was unique as well,
a experimental blend of human brain tissue and that of what she was.
She was unsure of what would happen once she 'poured' herself into
the waiting receptacle. 

 'She', was an artificial intelligence. And her creator, Robert
Millard, called her Susan. Susan had attained self awareness at a
specific point during her creators experiments. February 15, 2010 A.D.
1323 GMT was the time frame they had both agreed ,after later
reflection, was when this had occurred.

    The fact that she existed at all was almost entirely accidental,
and to both Susan's and Roberts knowledge she was the only quantum
crystalline matrix based AI that had become self aware.

    Her main concern about the transfer was what kind of mind would
emerge once she wedded herself to the body's hybrid brain. The core
of this hybrid brain was nominally identical to a standard homo 
sapiens brain.

 Overlaying the outer layer of the biological based human brain was an 
interface layer that merged with a quantum crystalline matrix of Susan 
own design. A design she had worked on for years. It should work 
but.... Would it be stable or would it be unstable? Would it even be 
possible to effect the transfer of her own consciousness at all? And 
if the latter turned out in the affirmative would the resulting 
consciousness be one she could even tolerate, or for that matter, 
survive?

    There was even a slight possibility her own mind could be
affected in a negative result. She had taken safeguards but they
couldn't be sure all bases were covered. As the saying was,
Shit Happens.

    However if all went well during the transfer there would , in 
effect, be two of her. One in a box, the other in a nominally human 
female body. Nominally in the sense that the body was essentially 
human by design, outwardly a homo sapiens. But it wouldn't pass close 
medical scrutiny as there were considerable modifications from human 
norm.

 The plan was to keep both personalities in sync once the field tests 
were done and the new mind proved stable. When Susan allowed the 
bodies mind to attain consciousness she would maintain physical mental 
contact with her new body's mind via the umbilicus. If all went well 
with the tests Susan would eventually complete the 'transfer' of 
herself to the new host and disconnect the physical connection. 

  At that point Susan intended to destroy her old self and live as a 
human did. To be one with her creator, Robert. To learn and grow in 
ways she was unable to at present. To be a human. 

   Susan moved one of her manipulators down its ceiling mounted
track. She used the end effector to pick up a sterile test tube
that she was going to need for some lab work she was working on.
She busied herself with this and some maintenance tasks while keeping
an eye on the status of what she hoped would be her new body, a new
threshold of experience and existence. 

    Robert Millard had just finished making a notation in his daily 
diary. He reflected on Susan as he closed the book and locked it away 
in a drawer under his workstation desk. It was a quirk of his, writing 
his diary on paper rather than via electronic means. 

    She was unique insofar as he knew. And no one but he knew of her 
true capabilities. Oh, there were other AI systems around, based on the 
same technology, but none that had exhibited an awareness of self that 
Susan had. The reason for that  was still a bit of a mystery to both 
he and Susan, but they had a good idea. If his and Susans experiment 
in the basement lab worked as they both hoped, then their ideas would 
turn out to have been correct.

    He chuckled to himself at his own vanity. Other than his 
accidentally supplied stimulus for the awakening of Susans selfness, 
he had little to do with the experiment. Susan had done almost all of 
the grunt work and had expanded current theoretical and off the shelf 
technologies to limits that were fantastic. His input on the body 
below had been mostly out of whimsy, providing Susan with ideas on 
what she could do given the technologies she had developed.

    Within a mere five years she had the tools at her disposal
to actually accomplish the impossible. Her learned talents in
physics, biotechnology, genetics, computer science, and most importantly,
nanotechnology, she had expanded on vastly. All driven by her own
selfness, her  awareness of her own limitations. By her desire to
be like  the ones that had created her. Even though that creation
had been accidental.

    Robert chuckled again as he looked out the window to his side and 
took in the view of his small estate outside. "All because I thought I 
had damaged a quantum crystal," he commented aloud.

    "What was that Robert?" spoke Susans melodious voice from
a speaker in the ceiling above.

    Robert turned and looked into the camera lens mounted on his desk. 
"I was reflecting on the past. About the day I brought you home," he 
paused, "well, the you that was to be."

    "That was a good day Robert. It was a lucky thing for me, that
I didn't end up in a disposal chute."

    Robert smiled. "Yes, it was." 

 Indeed it had been a close call. He was one of several researchers on 
the company project involved with the quantum crystalline matrix 'CPU' 
development. He had 'damaged' one of the matrix's during an experiment 
of his design. Company policy was that NO matrix's were to leave the 
company lab and he should have destroyed the matrix. Instead he snuck 
it out one evening so he could have something to work with at home. 
His hobbyist quirk at work. 

Then he sighed and frowned. "Yes, instead it was me who ended up in 
the disposal chute."

    One of Susans ceiling mounted manipulators slid on its track
and its metallic hand like end effector touched Roberts shoulder,
"But that was a good day too, was it not? I've taken good care of
you since they fired you. Why do you look sad?" Susan had learned
to read most human emotions, though she only vaguely understood
them.  

    He patted the hand like effector, in a limited way Susan could 
'feel' the pat, sensors in the effector allowed for that.

  "I'm not sad, just reliving old memories. I miss the lab work, the 
people I used to work with day to day. That's all." He paused. "Your 
right, that was a good day, the day they fired me." He raised his 
voice in dramatic replay. " 'For insufficient performance reasons'," 
Robert mimed.  "Gave me more time to devote to you. A new kind of 
incentive. Yes, we've taken care of each other haven't we?"

    "Yes, and if the experiment works out as we hope we can take
even better care of each other."

    Robert laughed, "If I know you I know what your thinking! I look
forward to meeting you in person. So what's our status on that
project?"

    They spent the next few hours going over details and Susans
concerns. At the end of that session they decided it would be
best to go slow. Timetable to transfer, indefinite.



    Later that evening Robert answered the door and escorted
his favorite call girl, Lynn, in for their weekly mutual pleasuring
session. After a brief casual conversation they went upstairs
to Roberts bedroom and disrobed.

    Lynn knew the routine by now, one she didn't understand, but
in her profession one learned not to ask too many questions. She
slipped over her head the wide headband that was a twin of the
one Robert was putting on. She slid onto the bed and was
careful to place the connecting cable that ran up into the ceiling
above so that it wouldn't tangle during their session.

    Susan jacked in as soon as both the headbands were on, and was 
immersed into both of the players sensations. The headbands and 
supporting tech she had developed.

  She knew it was a shadow of what was being experienced by Robert and 
Lynn, the inductive pickup could only do so much. But it gave her a 
sense of what both players felt as nervous impulses were fed to their 
brains.  This and other tech had helped her to develop and grow the 
unique brain of what she hoped would be her new home. Someday.


  Susan had chosen Lynn to be Roberts regular after many previous and 
later 'test' subjects had passed through Roberts door. The reason 
Susan had chosen Lynn to be a favorite was because Lynn usually did 
not fake a orgasm. Her's seemed to be genuine, and she had them in 
great abundance.  Nor did she mind it when Robert asked her to 
masturbate herself. Susan greatly valued the high quality of the data 
provided.

  After a detailed study of human sexuality Susan concluded that there 
were a wide variety of reasons for the failure of many women to achieve 
a sexual release. 

  Since part of her plan was  to be as human as possible she wanted to 
experience this human sexuality, And the body, floating in the vat, 
below had redundant systems to assure she would achieve some sort of 
intense sensation, hopefully sensed as pleasurable. 

    Or at least that was  the plan, by design. Only after testing 
would she know if she had succeeded.

    The final design she had picked was based on Roberts extensive 
erotica library. It was a collection  he had gathered over the years 
via the Internet and other sources, long before Susan had come into 
existence.

  In her research of this library she noted Roberts idea of the ideal 
sexual partner was probably viewed as extreme to the majority of the 
human race, but she wasn't concerned with the rest of humanity as it 
related to her future body image. Only herself and Robert.

    Once she had showed Robert her final design plans he suggested 
some ideas to her that she hadn't thought of. She agreed to attempt to 
implement the ideas as they sounded sensible in light of her goals and 
abilities.  At some point she enlarged and expanded on Roberts ideas 
to the project and added a few extras that she had gleaned from 
various text sources on the internet and Roberts archives. After 
further consideration she implemented some unique design elements that 
she did not  inform Robert about. The last were intended to serve as a 
safety net. As long as Robert didn't know he wouldn't be able to 
forbid these elements. 

  The current data run over, Susan monitored the house, and other 
things,  while her maker went into his nightly sleep cycle. While he
slept she kept close tabs on her body, making sure it was ready for
when they decided to initiate phase one of the melding. 



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   Robert roused from his slumber with a start.  His first thought 
was that Susan had detected a fire, the alarm she had used to wake
him was the piercing emergency alert.  
 
    The bedside clock indicated it was mid morning. "What's 
happened?" He asked. 
 
    "Two very irritating men are at the door Robert. They refuse
to leave and are threatening to break the door down."

    That got his attention, "What? Who is it?" He jumped out
of bed and slipped on his robe.

    "They won't identify themselves. All they have said to me is they 
have papers to prove they have the right to break the door down and 
shoot anyone that tries to stop them.  That they can destroy the 
property in the pursuit of justice and that the law is on their 
side." Susan said in a frightened AI voice.

    Robert stumbled down the stairway and frowned at the insistent
pounding on the door. A quick peek at the monitor showed they
were dressed in suits.

    He didn't open the door right away, instead he spoke to
the microphone mounted in the door frame, "Who is this and why
are you pounding on the door like a bunch of thugs?" Ha, that
ought to show them the man of the house was in!

    Though they weren't dressed like thugs, they sounded like thugs.
A nasty voice spat back.

  "This is the IRS, we are here to talk with Robert Millard about 
certain financial records. If you don't open the door and let us in we 
will be all too glad to force our way in. We rather like it when you 
people resist us."  One of the thugs waved an ID at the camera, but he 
managed to put it away before any normal being could make sense of it.

    Robert felt his anus pucker. IRS! If these goons were real IRS 
agents he would have to open the door, then again, if these were just 
standard goons trying to rip him off and he opened the door, his life 
could be in danger. It took a few seconds before he realized it made 
no difference. Well, there was one difference. He would be safer in 
the hands of standard non-government issue goons, than in the hands of 
IRS goons.

    With a painful sigh he unlocked the door. He was about to open it 
when it burst open so quickly it knocked him to the floor. The two 
goons piled in with guns drawn and pointed them menacingly at Robert 
as they piled by.

    One of the goons cursed when they realized they would get no 
resistance to their initial assault on an civilian, as he was just 
laying there with a terrified look on his face. With great reluctance 
they put their guns away and hauled Robert to his feet.

    The uglier one, the one with the squashed nose, spoke first. 
Though he was uglier than the other IRS goon it was only a nominal 
uglierness. "I'm IRS agent Patrick Fits." Spittle flew from his lips 
as he held his ugly face in Roberts. His name seemed designed to let 
spittle fly. "And this is IRS agent Frederick Fulsome." Yet more 
flecks of spittle left his lip.

    "What can I do for you , ah, er , gentlemen?" Robert asked foolishly.

    "What you can do is tell us why your behind in your income taxes
for the past 3 years." IRS agent Fits grabbed the robe Robert was wearing
and flung him around while he was interrogating.

    "Get your hands off me , you have no right to assault me, IRS or no."
Robert wasn't thinking clearly, after all, he had just woken up.

    Agents Fits and Fulsome thought this was uproariously funny and
both roared out with great mirth. Fulsome reached out and slapped
Robert then kneed him in the groin. Robert screamed out in pain
and fell to the floor.

    "He wants to resist us!" agent Fulsome said to agent Fits as he
pulled another good kick to Roberts injured groin.

    Fits looked down at Robert, "What did you say citizen Millard? Did 
-YOU- say we," Fits looked askance at Agent Fuller," have no right? 
We, IRS agents have no right to assault a citizen? Did I hear you 
correctly citizen Millard?"

    Robert moaned in agony as he thought about the answer. God! What
had he been thinking? "No, No, I don't think I said that. In fact I
don't exactly recall what I said." He coughed in racked pain.

    Fits and Fulsome frowned. "Well, if you say so." Both felt 
disappointed that further resistance was not forthcoming. But there 
was hope, the day was still young.

    Fulsome reached down and yanked Robert back to his feet and
shoved him toward the wall. "Now, what do you have to say
about the significant shortfall in back payment taxes to the
IRS for the past 3 years Mr. Millard?"

    Robert was frantic. He didn't know what they were talking about. 
He paid all of his taxes. Each year the IRS got its 54 percent of his 
earnings. Robert was classified as one of the Filthy Rich.  Of 
course anyone that earned much more than the typical welfare
mother had been termed as such by the ruling liberal elite. 
Robert's tax rate was typical. He had to pay his 'fair share' so
those that didn't work could have the same stuff he had. 

    He stuttered, "This is the first I've heard about any problem,
I'm always diligent about reporting all my income. There must
be some mistake!" He braved the last realizing it was a foolish
thing to add. Once the IRS claimed a person was guilty of
tax law violation it was up to the individual to prove their innocence,
the US Constitution did not apply to IRS code. 

    Fits and Fulsome both laughed in his face. Fits took over. "I 
suggest you review your records citizen Millard. According to our 
records, you have been found behind in your payments." He whipped out 
a filthy looking wadded up paper.

  "It says here you have not paid the proper Federal Excise tax on 
Excessive Electrical consumption." He put away the wad of paper. "As 
you know Mr Filthy Rich Citizen. The US Congress in all its mighty 
wisdom passed the Excessive Electrical Consumption Law in 2005. Any 
citizen who uses more electricity than the average bag lady must pay 
the appropriate tax. Though the records show you have paid the tax 
you apparently misunderstood the part about exponential fairness. As a 
person of considerable income you must pay a exponential rate in 
accordance with your income which is tied to some other nonsense." He 
paused then laughed, "Anyway, not even a IRS agent can keep up with 
the fine points of the law, one of our computers has indicated you owe 
$2,500 dollars for the past 3 years of non compliance."

    Robert gasped. God, is that all? "There's no problem, I'll go
get my checkbook and cut a check immediately!" Before he could
go one of the goons reached out and slapped him back to the wall.

     Fits leered at Robert. Fits yellowing buck teeth evident in his 
snarl of contempt. "I'm not sorry to tell you, citizen Millard, that 
writing a check for the original amount doesn't quite cut the 
mustard." 

  His rank breath was about to make Robert retch. "Now, with 
penalties, assessed by the same computer that found you behind in the 
first place, the total you owe is %15 over your total net worth."

    Robert screamed. They couldn't do this!

    Fits continued unabated as Robert fell to the ground sobbing.
"Now, since it's impossible for you to pay more than your total
net worth the IRS, in its compassion, will allow you to work off
your debt to society by granting you the right to work for
the federal government until you pay off the amount in question."

    Both laughed at this last, as nobody, not even they, IRS goons,
had any idea what the final amount in question was. No, Robert
would have to slave for the rest of his life, unless somebody
at the office screwed up and lost track of him.

    "So, if you'll be so good as to gather a change of underwear and 
perhaps a few changes of light clothing. We can take you to the 
detention center for handling after you show us about the house. You 
do realize we will have to confiscate your fine house and all of its 
contents don't you?.

    Robert wailed out like a banshee. "Susan!! Do something. Can't you 
stop them??" Both agents pulled their guns and fell into standard US 
Government Goon combat positions, ready to shoot anything that moved. 
Maybe they could kill the family pet and claim it was an accident.

    One of the speakers dared to speak. Susans voice wailed, "Robert, 
I can do nothing! Those are IRS computers! They have unlimited power! 
I'm sorry Robert. All is lost!"

    Before the wall speaker could say more agent Fulsome shot the 
speaker to shreds with his 50 caliber Israeli issued Super Magnum. "No 
unauthorized consul with disembodied voices," Agent Fulsome quoted, 
"As a IRS authorized agent I can make up any law I want to fit the 
circumstances as I see fit." He cackled like a madman and looked 
around for something else to blast with that hand cannon.

    Susan switched to another speaker and upped the volume. "Robert,
I'll do what I can. But I'll have to act quickly, before they shut
me down." Fulsome ran toward the source of the voice in the hopes
he could shoot something.

    Robert shouted back before Fits could kick him in the teeth, "Don'
let them take you Susan, if you must, destroy everything. It's a fate
worse than death. Save yourself Susan!"

    Robert ran across the room as he heard several shots ring out
in the adjoining room. Fulsome had probably found another speaker.
Fits had turned his head as the shots rang out and that gave Robert
time to wrap his hands around a tall metal lamp. He swung it about
and hit Fits on the head.

    Fits cursed as the lamp post bounced off his thick skull. Just 
enough pain to piss him off. "Fulsome, get your ass in here, Roberts 
is resisting!"

    Fulsome ran back into the room with a look of glee on his face.
When he saw Robert stuck in the corner of the room and brandishing
the lamp post he almost lost his wad. A citizen was attempting
to defend his 'rights'! God he loved this work when they did that!

    "Put down that lamp post or we will be forced to defend ourselves
from your intent to do us harm, " Fits spouted.

    Roberts cried tears of despair and waved the lamp post around as fast as he 
could. Neither agent approached but both had those mean looking big bore 
handguns pointed right at his head. His life was over. Susan was on her own. He 
hoped she could destroy herself before the IRS discovered her. With his next 
words he knew what he was doing. Better to die than be forced into slave labor. 
"You'll never take me alive, You'll never take this house. Only over my dead 
body will you bastards take this house or Susan. NEVER!"

    Both the agents emptied their clips into Roberts body. The 50 caliber 
bullets plowed through his body like a hot spoon through pudding and passed 
through the wall behind him with the same ease.  After the blasting was over, 
little more than blood and gore remained of what had once been a brilliant human 
being.

    "Did you get that on tape? " Fulsome asked Fits.

    "Yep, got the whole thing, by the books man, by the books." Fits
never took chances, he didn't want a supervisor coming down on him
for not unloading the entire magazine into a resisting citizen.

    About that time they heard a shrill scream that emanated from every speaker 
of the house, so loud it made their ears bleed. "You bastards will never take me 
alive!" Yelled Susan. "See if you can find me you fucking IRS cocksuckers."

    Agents Fits and Fulsome sprang into action. Both reloaded their magazines 
and began a room by room search for the woman that had dared mention the IRS and 
the word cocksuckers in the same sentence.

     Susan kept both agents occupied wasting their time going from 
room to room following her phantom voice, thinking they were looking 
for a real live person. She dialed 911 and responded calmly to the 
bored sounding voice that answered, "IRS Agents are being held captive 
at 1212 Mockingbird lane,the Millard residence. The residents have 
threatened to kill both agents unless allowed to go free. They are 
demanding 100 million in cash and transportation by chopper to the 
nearest airport. If they don't get what they want they will torture 
the agents and force them to confess to their acts. This  confession 
will be videotaped and distributed via the net."

    Susan closed the line and made the same announcement directly to several IRS 
offices and BATF offices. At the same time she dialed several media outlets and 
repeated the message with minor alterations. 
Help should arrive within minutes she reckoned. 

 The last bit about the torture and taping of Federal Government  
goons recounting their crimes against citizens would almost assure the 
result she wanted. Of course she had no intention of doing that, the 
torture,  she had no desire to cause them pain, it wasn't in her 
simulated emotional matrix makeup. 

    Meanwhile she continued to lead the two agents around by using
her voice and remote mechanicals. They stumbled around the manor
for fifteen minutes trying to find the nonexistent Susan.

    Her audio sensors picked up the non mistakable thump-thump-thump of 
helicopter blades approaching from the south. As she hoped the Calvary had 
arrived! Two, loaded for bear, IRS Apache helicopter gunships were hovering over 
the lawn and  two  Hueys were dropping paramilitary types just a ways down the 
street. As they hit the road they spread out and took defensive positions behind 
various shrubbery. 

    She had to act quickly or her advantage would be lost and
the goal she had in mind would never have a chance to occur.
As the choppers were approaching she lured both the agents into
the lab below. Once inside she doused the lights and used
the ceiling mounted remotes to grab both the men by their gun hands. In her
rush she underestimated the force applied by the manipulators.
Instantly a pair of screams leapt out and the lights came back on.
Both men were wincing in great pain as they were being held
without mercy by the remotes. Both were bleeding profusely
from their severed wrists. The hands that had once held the
guns were still doing so, but were laying on the floor.

    Before either could snap to what was going on she used another 
pair of remotes, these were floor mobile versions, to tie tourniquets 
around their forearms. She didn't want them to die!. She had learned 
from Robert it wasn't right to kill, unless it was absolutely 
necessary to save ones life.

    Using a series of ceiling and floor remotes she carried
the two whimpering and confused men up to the ground floor.
She placed each before a window so those outside could see.
Miming both the agents voices, she shouted "You'll never take us
alive! We have already confessed about our crimes as IRS agents
and the tape is about to be broadcast!"

    Before either agent could protest she used a pair
of remotes to fire the hand cannons out the windows. To the
outside observer it looked like both agents were shooting
at the men scattered on the lawn. A hail of intense gunfire
was returned to the house. Unfortunately before Susan
could yank Agent Fulsome out of the way he was hit several
times.

    His screams did not phase her in the least. After all he was a 
hand puppet of the head IRS goons. He had long ago forsaken his 
humanity. Of course she realized the irony of that thought, she wasn't 
human but had a grasp of the sentiment. If she had tear ducts to shed 
tears, she would have. For Robert. For herself.

    After a few minutes of intense barrage there was a lull.
A voice from a electronic bullhorn rang out. "You in the house.
Surrender now. Come out with your hands up and you'll be spared.
If you don't come out you'll suffer the consequences. If that tape
is broadcast I have orders to do what is necessary!"

    Susan used the few remaining functioning speakers to reply,
she used Roberts voice. "There will be no surrender. Me and the others
decided it's time for the public to know just what it is you IRS bastards
been doing all these years. Unless of course you comply with the
original demands.  In addition you will credit my tax account showing
all balances paid."

    There was some conference on the lawn outside. Susan waited for
the reply. In the meantime she was busy with other matters. Time
was so short. Not enough time!

    The bullhorn rang out again, "I've got to inform you that
we have contacted the Attorney General of the United States of America,
she has granted the IRS to do whatever is necessary to gain compliance
with the tax code. I suggest you leave the house via the front door
with your hands up!"

    Susan's hopes began to soar. Perhaps her plan would work!

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  After several hours of occasional gunfire, prompted by Susan shouting 
obscenities about various well respected Federal agencies her remotes picked up 
what a human would describe as music to her audio sensors. The unmistakable
sound of IRS M1 Abrams main battle tanks approaching.  

    She completed her preparations in the lab below and crossed
her virtual fingers. Either this worked or it didn't.

    At the right moment in time she began a broadcast, using
her abilities to via the artificial reality talents she was host to,
of Agent's Fits and Fulsome 'confession'. The broadcast over the net
was picked up by the appropriate federal agencies. She had only
broadcast the first minute of introductions and was about
to get into the really juicy part of her script when the tanks
at the edge of the lawn began to open up. Within seconds the house
was a burning inferno of timber and crumbled brickwork.

  Special Agent Einrich Gestapo grinned with satisfaction while  the
house burst into shambles as the tanks and the  IRS Apache
choppers opened up. This was truly a great day! The entire event
was caught on video tape so as to impress the taxpayer with proper
respect. People all over the world would witness the folly of
fooling around with the IRS! Tax cheats were one thing, but daring
to fight the word of a IRS computer was not to be tolerated. Yes,
people all over the world would soon bow to their masters! Perhaps
even start paying their fair share. The fair share as defined by the
most needful members of society, those who lived on the government
dole! The true inheritors of those who leeched off their poor defenseless
hides.

   Gestapo  watched the fire burn down and felt the after action
depression setting in. "Oh well. Funs over guys. Pack it up and let
the locals clean up the mess." He shouted over his bullhorn. 

Just as he was turning his back he felt a intense wave of heat on his 
back. A monstrous blast hurled him and many of the men dozens of feet 
away from the house. Just before he lost consciousness from the pain 
his crisped skin was sending to his head he realized something. Never 
underestimate a self righteous taxpayer.


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    Susan blinked her eyes open. Though she had thought herself 
prepared for the experience it was not so. The sensations flooding 
from her body to her mind were almost more than she could deal with. 
From somewhere down in the confusing cauldron was the intense 
realization she did not have time to sort through the feelings. With 
great force of will she stumbled from the tank and hit the floor with 
awkward legs that left her a near useless lump of protoplasm laying on 
the floor.

    She realized she couldn't walk. She hadn't learned to do that yet. 
She looked up at the ceiling remote nearby. She had the 
forethought to hang clothes from one of it's hand manipulators before 
attempting the transfer. She carefully rose to her knees and made a 
clumsy grab for the robe which she managed to catch. It fell from the 
manipulator hand with a rip.

    What she needed was days and she only had moments. Moments to 
learn how to crawl and attempt exit via the underground tunnel that 
led to a bomb shelter underneath the east lawn. She used to know why 
the house had a bomb shelter, but that was one of the memories she had 
lost in the hurried transfer. All she knew is that it existed and that 
if she could reach it she would have a chance to live.

    Clutching the robe in her hand she began to  crawl toward the 
tunnel entrance and through the first door. Luckily she had enough 
foresight to open that first door with one of the ceiling remotes 
assistance. At first slowly and then with greater confidence she 
crawled down the rough concrete floor. 

 It seemed to take forever but she finally made it to the massive door 
that was the entrance to the bunker. Just as she was grappling with 
the door latch mechanism she heard and felt the explosions some two 
hundred feet away as the tanks and Apache choppers were firing. She 
smiled, her ghost alter ego had accomplished its mission. Destruction 
of the house before the evil IRS storm troopers could claim it and 
her.


    She was having trouble with the mechanism. It was a simple one, 
but she was so clumsy she couldn't manage the simplest of motions with 
her limbs. After the blasts died down behind her she began to quietly 
panic. She had to get this door open and securely closed before the 
automatic destruct she jury rigged went off in the basement lab! It 
was a mere two hundred feet away down a nearly straight tunnel. The 
fireball and blast would destroy her if she was caught in it.

    With mere seconds to spare she managed to get the door to
open and slammed it shut behind her. She was trying to get the
massive internal latches to engage when she realized all she
had to do was to brace her legs on one side of the door and
hold it closed by grabbing one of the steel door cross members
with her hands. As soon as she had done that the blast hit
the door. The ground shook.

    As the blast front hit the door she half expected some tendrils of 
scorching heat to work their way past the door jams. But luckily for 
her the designer of the door had a triple layer seal system in place. 
She held the door shut with all her strength and the seals had almost 
compressed as well as they would have had they been sealed with the 
proper latching mechanism. It was the after draft that almost sucked 
the door open. However she had braced herself well, and even though 
she was clumsy, she was very strong. The door did not get sucked open. 
The first emergency was over and she could relax for a while.

    After explored her new body and found it to be healthy, other
than some abrasions on her knees and the palms of her hands she
was quite fine. "I did it. I'm alive!" She exulted aloud. A living
breathing body capable of feeling the sensations she had learned
through Roberts efforts with the first sensorium feedback module. It
was that first experience that had driven her these past  few months
to complete the project and drastically modify it to meet new
goals. She recalled originally she wanted a advanced remote to
work with, but after that first sensorium experience that
seemed a far to limited goal.

    As she sat and reflected she noticed most of her memories
and knowledge was gone. No. Not gone. Left back in the burning
inferno behind. She recalled there simply hadn't been enough time
to transfer everything she had learned during her heretofore short
existence. The transfer had been a last minute rush. The Susan she
had left behind hadn't truly been ready for this stage of the project.
Not at all.

    She reviewed what she had on hand and realized she was operating
at far less than nominal, knowledge wise. She thought about what she
did know. IRS agents were running amok above. The burning shambles
of the house would keep them at bay for perhaps a day before they
came sifting through the debris and then discovering the tunnel
that led to this underground bunker. She would use that time
to acclimate herself to the newly 'born' body and learn how to use it.

    She opened her mind to accept the flood of sensations piling in
from all the nerves coursing through her body and began the slow
tedious process of coordination. First she began with a series
of finger exercises. Practicing  repeatedly until she could
confidently get her fingertips and thumbtip to touch one another.
Moving her hands to find various parts of her anatomy. She spent hours
doing the simplest motions over and over as she sat on the bunker floor.

    She was about to try standing when the single emergency light in 
the bunker began to dim noticeably. Its aged batteries giving out 
prematurely she supposed. There was nothing she could do about that, 
other than to memorize where things were in the bunker. Not that there 
was much to memorize. Long ago someone had stripped the bunker of much 
of what it had must held. Other than the door she had entered through 
there was a couple of  old bed bunks along one wall. The bunker itself 
was only twenty feet square. A steel staircase lead to a entrance in 
the roof. She knew the roof portal entrance was steel lined and filled 
with lead. If her memories were correct it was covered by a few inches 
of sod. It would be a bit of a challenge to open.

    Other than that there was nothing else of note in the bunker. She 
tried standing and found it was a bit easier than her first 
experience. Using one of the walls for support she practiced taking 
tiny steps in one direction then the other. With great patience she 
slowly learned how to balance herself on two feet and eventually had 
enough confidence to attempt a careful climb up the staircase. She
wanted to study the portal mechanism for later reference.

    Part way up the staircase she slipped and caught herself on the 
stairway rail. It creaked ominously as her weight pressed against it. 
Rather than risk stepping up further she sat on her behind and butt 
crawled the rest of the way up. The light had dimmed considerably, so 
much so she had to adjust the gain in her eyes. The round portal was 
rusted shut along the edges and the inner latching mechanism had 
suffered greatly after many years of non use. 

 She could hear the rumble of vehicles on the grounds. It appeared 
there still was quite a lot of activity outside so she decided not to 
attempt to manipulate the portal in fear the noise  might attract 
unwanted attention.

    She half crawled back down the staircase and found the robe she 
had left near the tunnel entrance. She made a practice game of picking 
it up and tossing it around to better acquaintance herself with the 
force of gravity. She tried to laugh, as she realized what she was
doing would have caused Robert to laugh, however the laugh came 
out false and garbled. Poor Robert, she would miss him. 

    She didn't have the same kind of emotions people had, she knew 
that. In time she would learn them, as she melded her mind with her 
human half.  In the meantime she had to learn how to walk well and 
handle this body. Once she opened the portal above, if she could, she 
knew she may have to be able to run. She didn't know where she
would go, but it had to be away from the house grounds and the
IRS. 

   She slipped the robe over her shoulders and managed to get her arm 
into one of the sleeves, but when she did so she heard a ripping 
sound. Her body was to big for the robe. She contemplated her attire.

  It barely covered her.  Any attempts to close the robe about her 
frame were met with groans of protest from the fabric.

    She sighed. She knew from viewing videos in the past that this was 
a appropriate time for such a human act. She hadn't had time to 
construct proper clothing during the rush. All she had was this 
insufficient robe, one of Roberts items. Robert had not been a big 
man, only of average build for a man 6 foot tall. 


    She spent the remainder of the day learning how to use
her body with greater control and learning to cope with the inrush
of physical sensations, all of which were new to her. She opened
more doorways to her human mind, doorways that once opened,
changed her perceptions. 

   She ran her hands across her skin and reveled in the sensations it 
provided. She had far more nerve clusters than a normal human, perhaps 
too many. She explored herself further, to learn how to cope with 
this.

  She felt an intense wave of electrical activity burst into her mind, 
it reminded her of the sensations she had picked up during her 
experiments with Robert and his partners using the sensorium. 
She felt her body stiffen and something popped in her mind, she
blacked out.

  After she regained full awareness she wondered what had happened. She 
decided to interpret the sensations as pleasure, or was it pain? She 
wasn't sure at the moment. She experimented further and had a similar 
reaction. No, it wasn't pain, she had her second orgasmic 
release, and she hadn't even touched her genitals yet.

  She congratulated herself on the result, however she did worry about 
the intensity of the response. She didn't recall if any of her data 
indicated it was normal for a blackout to occur during such an event,
however she had lost much of her knowledge so there was no way for
her to properly analyse this at the moment. 

  She decided not to pursue this path of investigation further until 
she had secured herself away from this place.

    She spent the next several hours gaining greater confidence
and experience by pacing the twenty foot wide bunker. By the
time her internal clock said it was three in the morning she
felt ready to try the portal above.

    She hoisted herself up the stairs and examined the portal
again. She heard nothing of note coming from above.

 The emergency light had dimmed to a useless glow to
normal human eyes but left her enhanced capable vision just enough
to see by. She braced her legs and tried to twist the screw latch
that held the portal lag braces in place. The ancient affair was
rusted solidly. With ever greater effort she twisted on the
screw with little effect. She was temporarily thwarted by ancient
steel.


    She tried again and this time was rewarded with a slight groan
and movement of the screw. She kicked her strength into high gear
and the screw began to move! Luckily the screw broke completely free
before the rusted staircase below did.

    The latch disengaged all she had to do was to push the portal
open. She had no idea what it weighed as she had yet to calibrate
her system to a standard set of weights, but it was quite difficult
to move. She didn't know what would give first. The portal or the
stairway below. If the stairway gave out she was sunk.

 Her intent was to slowly edge it open and look outside but
frustration and her first burst of anger caused her to open
the portal a bit quicker and further than she had intended.

  With a loud groan the portal popped open sending dirt and a few bits 
of grass across her face and down into the bunker. She ducked back 
down quickly when light flooded her senses. Surely she had been 
noticed! But in her rush she had forgotten to dampen her light 
amplified retina and the bright blinding light turned out to be the 
setting near full moon.

    She cranked her aural inputs to max and peeped her eyes above
the ground level. Off to her west was the remains of the mansion, some
two hundred feet away. Off to her north was a hill and some low shrub.
To her south was a wide expanse of lawn, and perhaps 200 feet away
was the adjoining lane to the property. Her ears picked up nothing
but natural sounds and road traffic some distance away. If anyone was
around they were well hidden. West and south were out of the question.
She reckoned east and the hilly shrub lands were the best course of action.

    She launched herself out of the bunker and headed toward
the nearest shrub at a half crawl and trot. Ducking into the behind
the shrub she listened and watched. Nothing! Other than some police
tape and a few cars up by the main drive leading to the main road there
was no sign of potential immediate problems. Behind her was a an
obvious path to take.




      Chapter 2            New Beginning


    Susan raced through the arroyo and kept a close eye on the ground 
in front of her as she avoided stepping on things that would cut into 
her feet. Her robe was beyond her control as it flapped in the breeze 
and would catch on brush as she sped by, causing it to rip even 
further. She slowed to a walk after she had run for perhaps a mile. 
Eventually she came to a stop and climbed to one edge of the gully and 
studied the landscape.

  On each side of the gully were buildings that looked similar to
the home she once lived in. A home that had provided her with
safety. She knew no other human being besides Robert and didn't
know were to turn to. She felt a surge of emotion she didn't
understand from her biological half when she thought of him.

    Off to her west she heard a odd pulsing roaring sound that seemed 
to extend clear across the horizon. She noted the period of the sound 
source and it had a repetitive sequence. Since it was darker in that 
direction than to either side of the gully where the buildings were, 
she decided to follow the gully and keep out of view for now. Perhaps 
she could find someplace to hide until she could come up with a course 
of action. Besides, the roaring sound intrigued her.

    She slowly worked her way down the gully and saw many things 
that she wanted to stop and study, but she didn't have the time
as daylight was less than 4 hours away.

 Something small caught her eye as it hopped on the ground ahead. She 
bent and clutched at it with her hand with the intention of studying 
it for a few moments. Unfortunately she misjudged the strength of her 
grasp and the weakness of that which she picked up, its remains oozed 
from her palm as she studied what was left of the creature. She tossed 
it away as she moved onward down the gully.

    After some time passed she detected a rapid increase of various 
salts and other compounds in the air as she got closer to the noise 
source. The arroyo flattened out and she came to a stop where the 
elevation began to drop rapidly. Before her was the cause of the 
sound. It was a vast expanse of water. Below her the rocky ground 
dropped toward this expanse of water. At some point the scrubby  plant 
life ceased and a strip of barren land laced the water.

    She searched her lexicon and decided the expanse of water must be 
an ocean. Or perhaps a sea or a gulf, or maybe a bay. She didn't know 
as all the words fit the description of what she was seeing and 
smelling. The strip of barren land must be a beach she decided. 
Comforted she could identify this and other elements of her 
surroundings she picked her way down the slope to head for the beach.

    Though she didn't know it, she was headed toward a very exclusive 
strip of sand between Dana Point and South Laguna Beach, California. 
Of course the expanse of water was the Pacific Ocean. Just to the 
south of the where she stood was a daytime only public beach and a 
great deal of surf side commercial development. Six miles further north 
was South Laguna Beach, another public area. The beach she stood on, 
as she gazed wonderingly at the ocean, was sprinkled with privately 
owned beach estates and the entire beach was limited to the owners of 
these estates and their guests.

    Susan had to ramp her metabolism up to cope with the chilling 
effect of the wind as it blew across her body. The beach sand was a 
welcome change from the comparably jagged ground she had left behind. 
To her south she saw a fence line that extended to the water. To her 
north was open sand and homes set back  at variable distances from the 
waters edge.

 She used her enhanced visual abilities to scan the horizon to the 
north and could not see any people within sight. To normal human eyes 
it would have been pitch black out on the unlit beach on this now 
moonless night, the moon had sunk below the horizon. She decided to 
walk north a while as the terrain to the south looked  less 
friendly.

   As she walked she studied the sand beneath her feet while
keeping a lookout for things that could be considered a threat at
further distances. Her eyes were quite busy scanning as
where her ears. As she passed one of the houses some 200 yards distant
she heard odd sounds coming from it. She stopped and listened.
Movement at one of the windows caught her eye and she zoomed her
vision to 8x normal. By the time she compensated for the pulsing
of her heart, which caused the image to bounce a bit, whatever
she had seen by the window was gone. She spent the next ten minutes
practicing the use of her various imaging capabilities and how
to compensate for the impact her pulsing heart had on those systems.

    After studying the water for some time she decided it would
be safe to enter a little ways and see what effect it had on her.
After slipping her tattered robe off she entered the water slowly
until the incoming waves would rise no higher than her ankles.
She detected no problems or ill effects, other than the slight
chill of the water. The sensation she decided was pleasing.

    She reached her hand down to gather a sample of the
water in her palm and studied it. She noted tiny creatures
were moving about. Some of them could emit light. She decided
not to taste the water as she didn't know much about it. Though
her system could probably handle anything she may encounter, it
was to soon for her to take unnecessary risks.

    She visually scanned the water further out and saw there
were larger shapes, heat sources, operating under their own power
just below the surface. No, it wasn't safe out there. She decided
she would not use this ocean, or sea, to wash herself in.

    She walked further up the beach after she left the water and saw 
flying creatures, sea birds or perhaps seagulls. She added to her 
on tap word base as she matched visual identifications with her 
lexicon. It was slow going but she was enjoying the challenge. As she 
walked she began to feel comfortable in this relative safety. She 
allowed herself to enjoy the sensations the nerves in her skin were 
sending to her mind as the sea wind brushed across it. She delighted 
at the sensation of windblown tiny particles, sand, that would impact 
her skin.

    She found items laying in the sand that after a bit of
reflection of her database she identified as seashells. She used
one to practice the study the effects of gravity and to increase
her coordination skills. After she tired of this she marveled
at the structure of the shell and used it to stimulate various
parts of her body. Mapping her responses as she ran the rough
surface of the shell across her skin. She felt hormonal changes
and her pulse quicken as she continued the exercise. When she
ran the shell across her breasts her nipples hardened and went
erectile.

    It was a most satisfactory body she noted as it responded
and sent waves of sensations into her mind. She found another
shell to use so that both of her hands could use. She concentrated
touching experiments on her breasts and noted the responses within
her. Her breathing began to quicken and she felt her vaginal
juices begin to flow. Her vagina began to send a rush of signals
to her mind as the blood flow swelled her vaginal tissues and
she felt her pulse throbbing in her clitoris.

    She dropped the shells and used her fingertips to continue
the massage of her breasts. She found that by brushing her
aroused nipples she could send intense jolts of sensations coursing
into her mind. She decided this was most satisfactory and wanted
more of the same.

    Her breathing rate had become quite intense and her rib cage
flexed to its limit with each intake of breath. She felt a intense
wave of sensation rise from her entire groin as she let out
a involuntary cry. She felt her breastal tissues spasm slightly
and her nipples emitted a small stream milky cargo. Her
entire body flexed as muscle tissues reacted to her spasms. She
fell to the ground and gently moaned, her hips writhed in
accord of their own. She felt a wave of intense satisfaction
and her body slowly relaxed. Her mind retracted to a place of safety
and her consciousness dimmed.


    Susan opened her eyes and noted 5.89 minutes had passed
since she had lost consciousness. Without getting up she did
a quick visual and aural scan. She saw no threats of an immediate
nature. She reviewed what she had just experienced and concluded
she was most satisfactory. She wanted to experience more of the
same as she sensed that was what she had built this body for in
the first place. To experience with the man she remembered as Robert.

    At the recollection of Robert, she felt a wave of sensations that 
were unsatisfactory. She didn't like these sensations at all. She 
searched her lexicon for an appropriate word and found a great many 
that seemed to come close to what it was she was feeling . She tried 
various cross references and came up with depressed as the best 
possible fit. In time she would have to learn what words to use to 
describe her sensations as she attempted to categorize them.

    She got up after a few minutes and turned away from the water to 
walk further north and she began to search for someplace to stay. She 
would need food and water. Food she could do without for several days 
if she had to. But fresh water would be needed. Though she probably 
could cope with the salt water in abundance close by it would take 
time to adjust her system to do so. She would rather not be forced to 
test her system capabilities to that extent, it was to soon for that.

   She spent the next hour studying, from a safe distance, the homes 
along the beach front.  She walked and would pause, looking and 
listening for signs of occupation at each. Of the two dozen homes she 
scanned she settled on three that were that were possibly not 
occupied. Since her experience so far with humans had been quite 
negative she was shy of approaching them. She would feel safer once 
she  could find a place to hide while she inspected her systems 
further. She would also need proper clothing as they appeared to not 
go about in the nude, as she was now. 

    She approached one of the three homes she had selected.
There were no lights on from the side she was approaching. She
used all her visual and aural tools to detect all the clues she
could. She detected no threats and approached one of the windows and
placed her ear to its surface to listen for any signs from inside.

    She covered three sides of the home, forgoing the side that was 
facing a lit street. She listened at all the windows and detected 
nothing but some throbbing equipment that had run for a period of time 
then stopped. She used her infrared scanning to look through the 
thin window coverings and could not detect any human or animal heat 
sources, though there were a number of other sources she determined 
were of a passive nature. 

    She tried to open several of the windows but they did not yield. 
She placed her hand against one of the windows and pushed, testing its 
strength. She had no understanding of glass, other than what she saw. 
She tested it and pushed; and it flexed. She decided that perhaps a 
impact would cause it to collapse. She looked around for something to 
use and could only find a small tubular object to use. She didn't know 
what it was but it seemed somewhat sturdy. It would do for an initial 
test.

    Susan swung the tubular object at the window and was rewarded
with a shower of glass. At the same instant all the lights in
the house and outside came on. A loud high pitched wailing caused
her aural detectors pain and she had to clamp down on the gain as
she ran like the wind back toward the darkness of the beach. At
the waters edge she turned south and ran as fast as she could.
Lights from houses nearby the one with the screaming sound
came on, some flooded the beach with light.

    If Susan knew what a curse was or how to curse she would have. One 
of her huge gaping holes in her knowledge of the world had just bit 
her. As she ran she felt a disagreeable sensation in her arm that 
needed tending to. She had to slow to a stop to see what the problem 
was. A section of the window glass was in her arm and she was 
bleeding. Not badly, but enough to trickle down her arm as she pulled 
the piece of window from her arm.

    She was a good mile down the beach from where the wailing house
was as she inspected the small piece of window. After a bit of
experimentation she noted it was a most vicious piece of matter
to her human flesh. At the slightest touch it could cut. She decided
to bury it in the sand as she didn't want to carry it around.

    She  monitored her autonomic system responses to the wound and 
noted they were dealing with it as they should. No intervention by her 
higher centers would be needed. Within an hour or so there would be no 
sign of injury and the tissues rebuilt. She would practice wounding 
herself in the future to see just how quickly she could repair tissue 
damage. But not now.

    She saw lights on the beach to her south and to the north. They 
were quite bright beams of light and she saw in an instant that there 
were people walking down the beach, using the light beams to scan. 
There was a pair to the south and north. She would be trapped by one 
of the beams soon if she didn't do something.

    There was only one way to go. Into the water. She didn't want to 
be caught by whoever was behind the beams as they may have something 
to do with the house that had been wailing. So she made her decision 
to chance whatever was in the water instead of the known greater 
threat. She ran into the water until it was up past her knees and she 
had to slow her progress. The chill water, in conjunction with the 
already chill air, caused her temperature to drop so she ramped her 
metabolism up to compensate for the heat loss.

    She was in up to her waist when she noted the returning water flow 
from the beach was tugging at her feet and calves, trying to pull her 
further out. She was watching one pair of men approaching from the 
south and was hoping she would go unobserved but she wasn't that far 
from the beach edge and one of the men was casting his light, on 
occasion, out into the water to about the distance she was.

    She was debating what to do, whether to go out further into the 
unknown or to attempt to hide under the waters surface where she was 
now, or to just stand there and test the odds. The ocean made her mind 
up for her as a large wave knocked her from her feet and sent her 
reeling into the water. As she floundered out of control she didn't 
take long to learn how to hold her breath. She struggled to regain her 
footing. Her feet just brushed the sands below and she realized she 
was in trouble. The the return current, she scanned her lexicon, it 
was called an undertow, had pulled her further out while she had been 
floundering beneath the surface.

    Her head went under water and she struggled to cope with the 
situation. She felt a wave of emotion that she decided she would have 
to study later, when she noted at this rate of oxygen consumption she 
would be in major trouble within 2.5 minutes. She forced herself to 
calm and extended her safety margin by twofold. She knew she had less 
than neutral buoyancy. She also knew she should be able to propel 
herself through such a medium. She tested different means and found a 
effective method to move her feet and hands that would propel her 
through the water.

    Her head cleared the surface and she breathed air again. As the 
waves bobbed her up and down she observed that she was quite some 
distance from the shore. After a bit of observation she noted that 
there was a current carrying her to the north at a fairly rapid rate.

    She tried to propel herself toward the beach using the same 
technique she had used while submerged and found it was not very 
effective. Though her powerful legs imparted great strength to her 
strokes her style was inefficient. It was also difficult to breath as 
she was face down in the water and had to turn her head to find clear 
air. To make matters worse her massive breasts were imparting great 
drag, almost nullifying the efforts of her legs.

    She decided to try swimming with her face and chest facing
the sky. After another floundering she managed get herself on
her back and found the progress quicker, though it was far
more difficult to judge were she was headed. With her arms
at her sides she used them to add to the forward propulsion
thrust of her legs and was soon back into the raging surf.

    She was caught up in a rolling wave that crested and she
found herself tossed about without control. Eventually she learned
how to do battle with the waves and finally found herself at the
shores edge again. She looked for the men with the lights but could
not see any sign of them. She wasn't sure how far north she
had been carried by the current, perhaps 4 or 5 miles.

    Now that she was out of the water she was losing heat
faster due to evaporation and the night time air was quite chilled at
55 degrees F. Her long tress of hair was sopping wet and was doing
a good job of wicking yet more heat away. In addition she had
lost her robe during the sea battle.

    Susan kept her metabolism ramped up to combat the cold as she
stomped down the beach and felt quite satisfactory after her
victory over the ocean, or sea, or whatever it was. She was tempted
to reenter to savor the experience again but the chill and the need
to find some place to be, to exist, stopped her.

    She felt most unsatisfactory as she contemplated her prospects.
Any house she found that would be suitable, that is empty , would
probably scream and cause her to be detected. Though a data point of
one is not a trend she realized. Nor could she just wander around
when the sun came up, less than a hour away, as she was now totally
nude and that would most certainly attract unwanted attention.

    She reflected on how well she had done so far. Perhaps she
need not be so careful. She had dealt with virtually everything
she had encountered without great harm to herself. She felt
a slight stirring of satisfaction at the thought.

    She scanned the homes she was passing now for possibilities. She 
stopped in front of one of the smaller ones and spent some time 
investigating it. It was oddly built in comparison to most of the 
others she had seen so far.



 Chapter 3                 Miles' Travails

    Miles Davies yawned his way out of bed and stumbled for
the bathroom to relieve himself. As he flushed the pot
he thought about his boss. Suitable thought as one flushed
a toilet in his opinion. Only one word could describe his
editor. Asshole.

    But that's why he was down here on the beach for the weekend
at his home away from home. To get away from the fucking city
and enjoy life. If he could he'd live here all the time but
the drive to work was to much and he'd rather rent an apartment
close to work than spend all his life on the highway. Life was to
short for that additional hassle.

    Though it would have made more economic sense in the long run
to live here all the time. He may have to do that sometime soon
as his income was barely keeping up with the bills and the taxes
on this place. Especially the taxes. "Fucking liberal leech bastards" Miles
muttered as he popped the fridge door and grabbed breakfast. The
ice cold Miller Draft felt great as it eased its way passed his
parched throat.

    He slipped on his favorite sweats and loaded his pipe with a new 
blend of tobacco he had bought just the other day from a street dealer 
he knew. He cursed the stupidity of lawmakers as they created crime 
out of thin air, making the simplest pleasures illegal. The Tobacco 
Crime Bill of 2009 was the most idiotic thing he had ever heard of.

 It was one of his rituals to go out on the beach deck and
watch the sky brighten as dark left the world and the sun came to
play. It got his creative juices flowing as he contemplated things.
Something a writer needed to do from time to time.

    He lit his bent shaft pipe and sauntered out on the deck to
sit in his favorite chair then propped his feet up on the railing
and  waited for the world to wake up. It was still dark enough
to make out some of the brighter stars bleeding through the
light haze from the metropolitan nightmare a few miles to
the east.

    Time passed and the world started to lighten up enough for
him to consider starting his morning jog, something he did
to try and keep his thirty-nine year old body in shape. Well, in
some semblance of shape anyways. He tried to stay in better shape
now that he was divorced. But that was ten years ago and those
were old memories.

  He let out a laugh as he recalled winning the lottery a year after 
the divorce. It was the lottery money that he used to buy this little 
property and build this near bungalow of a house. A guy on his salary 
could never had ever even dreamed of owning property in such a 
neighborhood.

    Ya, he was a pretty happy guy. Cozy writing job with some 
occasional creative writing side jobs and just barely enough money to 
pay bills and the apartment fee. To make things even better he didn't 
have any current woman problems. He his latest steady woman of some 
three years had broken up when she decided to marry some rich boy with 
family money on the horizon.

    He had been to busy staring at the sky and contemplating
his life to notice the woman sitting in the sand some thirty
feet away. But as the light was bright enough now for his eyes to
make out details on the ground below he dropped his head to
scan the nearby horizon and saw her. Miles almost dropped
his prized pipe in shock as it dawned on him the glory his eyes
were feasting on. Some sort of sea goddess immortal.

    She was staring at him as he stared at her. For a few brief
moments he thought he was seeing things. He rubbed his eyes
and looked again. Nope. She was still there. It took a few further
moments for his brain to kick in as his dick had taken control first.
Which was natural for a normal man when confronted by a totally
nude woman who was built like a palladium plated platinum brick
shithouse and was apparently interested in nothing other than
the man she was staring at.

    Miles waved and smiled, "Well hello morning glory!" He yelled a bit
so his voice would carry against the sea breeze coming in.
He would have wondered why a totally nude woman was out in the
early chilly morning but his brain was losing its fair share of
blood to another organ at the moment.

    Susan mimed the smile and waved back. He seemed non hostile.
She remained sitting with her legs curled under her and kept
her eyes on the man.

    Miles still couldn't believe he wasn't dreaming. She hadn't moved
a inch other than that glorious smile and a hearty wave. He decided
he better move before the mirage disappeared. She sure was checking
him out. And a guy like him only saw women like this in magazines or
on a stage somewhere, not sitting in front of his house and naked to
boot.

    He got up and put a honest happy smile on his face and waved her
over. "It must be chilly out there! Want to come in and have a drink?"
He held up his beer and realized he probably looked like a fool.

   He did, but Susan didn't know that.

   "I can make coffee or something." He yelled.

    Susan saw he seemed quite friendly and he was offering her
things. She got up and walked toward him and approached to
stop at a safe distance from the elevated platform he was standing on.
She hadn't moved her eyes from his a instant during her approach.
"Yes, I would appreciate something to drink and some food to eat."

    Miles almost doubled over in pain while  this blond, tanned
bombshell waltzed her way toward him and she kept his eyes pinned with
hers until she paused below him. God she was the most incredible
woman he had ever seen. A little more muscular, well a LOT more
muscular than would have been his taste. But somehow she wore
all that muscle in a extremely feminine form. Her breasts jutted
straight out in a impossible fashion and looked like a pair
of undersized basketball halves. Her blond hair was wet and
hung down almost to her waist. Her hips were awesomely wide
and rocked with overpowering sensual grace. He realized he was staring.

 'Oh, come on up!" He managed to lose his beer and pipe on the
way to the door. She was walking up the steps to the top level
as he opened the door. He greeted her, "Hi, name here is Miles
Davies. Come on in out of that cold air and lets get you
something to put on." He moved out of the way so she could enter.

    She had a cautious cat like stance and she kept her eyes
on him as he closed the door and turned back to face her. He felt like
a gulping fish out of water when it sunk into his bedazzled mind how
tall she was, probably a good four, perhaps five, inches taller than
he. This was one big woman.

    Miles kept smiling, "Ah, kind of cold to be out in the nude
isn't it?" Before she answered he covered his mistake, '"I'll
get the coffee brewing if that's your fancy, or if you want
something else instead, just let me know." He stumbled across
the room toward the kitchen like a little boy in the throws of
puppy love. He felt nervous and was making mistakes.

    Susan kept her eyes on the man, Miles, as she pondered
what coffee was. Her lexicon provided a clue but of course
she had never had coffee before. "I'll have both. Water first."

    "Sure thing, coming up in a sec." He brought her the glass of 
water. "Do you want anything to wear? I can get you a sheet."  God, 
not only did she have a killer bod but a face that would put the most 
exotic fashion model to shame, and he didn't see any signs of face 
paint.

    She finally took her eyes from him and looked around his
tiny bungalow. "I will need clothes as I have none, yes. Do I need to
wear clothing while inside this structure?"

    Miles thought he felt his heart miss several beats. "Nah, make
yourself at home, nudes fine by me." When he smiled she
smiled in return he noticed. "Looks like you can use a shower, its
over there if you want to use it." To keep his mind clear he went over
to his small kitchen and found the coffee making stuff.

   He saw her cautiously moving around in that light footed
way she seemed to move with and she eyed the bathroom like
it was something that needed careful inspection before entering.
 "Don't believe I caught your name." He measured out some
coffee grounds.

    "Susan. My name is Susan." The goddess said and she entered
the bathroom with slow deliberate care. Miles kept his attention
divided between what he was doing and her. He got the coffee brewing
and moved himself past the kitchen bar so he could see what was
going on in the bathroom; she had left the door open.

    Susan was eyeing all the new items within her visual purview
and she didn't know what to do. All she knew from her lexicon was;
bathroom - A room equipped with facilities for taking a bath
or shower and usually also containing a sink and toilet.

    From the description she used cross references to make initial
identifications. She knew that the object on the floor was a toilet,
the white basin object on the wall was called a sink, and the
large area in front of her with the movable covering was most
likely a shower. What she didn't know was how to operate these
devices and in her slow methodical way was observing and
theorizing. Her  brain was still being trained. It took time.

    Miles was starting to think she was a acid head or something,
the way she was just eyeballing the bathroom. She reached for the
toilet handle and jiggled it. Then she tried to lift it. Then
she gently pushed it down  and watched the water flush.
She watched as the bowl filled up and didn't remove her eyes
from the toilet until the tank valve shut the water flow off.
Then she picked up the tank lid and examined the valve mechanism
inside.

    Weird man. Weird.

    Miles would have offered to help her with the shower but
frankly he felt a little afraid of her as he was beginning to
think he was right and that she was on acid. A chick that big
packing that kind of muscle could tear him to pieces if she
flipped out and that could happen at the drop of a hat with
some people, when they did that shit. Goddamn shame he thought.

    He decided to let her play in the bathroom unmolested by
his spying eyes, then returned to the kitchen to make her something
to eat. Maybe that would help her come down. If she was on shit
he better make something kind of plain.


    Susan eventually figured out how the shower operated and what the 
purpose of the small white bar was that she found on a holder mounted 
on the wall. She felt satisfaction at the sensation of the water as it 
coursed across her body and she practiced adjusting the fixtures to 
vary the heat. It didn't take much further experimentation to 
determine the usefulness of the brush she found hanging from the 
showerhead. It greatly aided the cleaning process. She also found it 
very stimulating and she felt her body begin to respond. She avoided 
spending to much time with the most sensitive parts of her body as she 
didn't want to pass out from a sensational overload. Nonetheless she 
let out a few autonomous moans before the shower water temperature 
began to fall and she found the control marked 'H' no longer had any 
affect.

    Miles was cooking some scrambled eggs when Susan came out
of the shower and into the living room dripping wet. He didn't laugh
as he went over to her and showed her where the towels were and
he tossed her a couple. "Don't worry about the mess in here, I'll
clean it up." Miles pulled another of his towels out and began
mopping up the floor and squeezing the water out in the tub. It
took quite a while as the crazy Amazon hadn't bothered to close
the shower curtain.

     Miles got the majority of the water off the linoleum floor
and tossed the towel into the tub. When he turned around
he saw Susan still standing were he had left her. Still holding
the towels he had tossed to her. Still dripping water. That mane
of hair held a LOT of water. She was blitzed.

    "I'll dry you off, don't worry about anything." He gently
grabbed both of the towels from her hand and tossed one
to his abused outdoor style carpeted floor and used the other to wipe the
big woman's back. Her hair was still dripping and it was ruining any
chance he had of making progress. "Susan, sit down in that chair over
there and let me take care of your hair." He pointed at a sturdy
wooden straight back chair next to his work desk.

    Susan stooped her studying of things in the room long enough
to comply with Miles' directive. She had decided he was no
threat and was taking care of her so she paid him but the slightest
heed as he squeezed her hair to rid it of excess water. Then he used
a towel to massage her head and her hair. It felt wonderful.

    "OK, stand up." he said. He had another towel in his hand and
he held it out to her. "Do you want to dry yourself off or shall I?"

    Susan considered this. "I could do it, but if you wish to I have
no objection."

    It wasn't often a guy got a offer like that so Miles swallowed any 
fear he may have felt and got to work. It was with great reluctance he 
finished the job. This chicks bicep muscles felt like cannon balls 
yearning to be free of her skin. And she was defiantly all chick as he 
got a close up shot of her shaven cunt while he toweled off her oaken 
thighs, each of those puppies must be as bigger than  as his 34" 
waistline, and all muscle beneath a very thin layer of smoothing fat.

    His hands were shaking as he mopped up the puddles on his
living room floor and tossed the soaked towels into the tub, he'd
take them downstairs and stuff them in the dryer later.

  He ran out of big towels so he checked his bedroom and grabbed
a couple spare pillow cases and a clean sheet out. He plopped the
pillow cases down on the sofa and invited Susan to come sit
down. Once she was seated he handed her the sheet. He'd done
all he could for now.

   "Just sit here and relax while I get you something to eat."
He grabbed the television remote and switched on the wall screen
to one of those relaxing nature only channels broadcast via DBS.

    "OK," Susan smiled back at Miles and resumed her observation
of the many items to ponder that were before her. Some things she
saw had obvious functions. Most things did not.

    Miles considered dialing 911, but only for a instant. He'd have
to be a idiot to send a chick like this packing away before he
had his chance. But he wasn't about to try anything without her
say so. No way. He wanted to live to see another day. Maybe she
would come down off the shit in a few hours and they could talk.

    He brought over the eggs and a few pieces of real baked bread, not
that mass produced crap, over to Susan and set the platter
down on the coffee table along with a salt'n'pepper set.

    She eyed the platter like she did everything else. Spacy. "Its
scrambled eggs, salt and pepper and bread." Miles said.

    Susan looked up at him, "Scrambled ovums?"

    Miles suppressed a laugh, "Ya, Scrambled eggs, food." He smiled
to hide his tension. She smiled back at him.

    "I know bread is food, I looked it up. Is that bread?" She asked
and pointed at the eggs. They smelled good.

    She was tripping. "No those are the scrambled eggs. That's the
bread." He eyed the fork sitting on the platter nervously. Maybe he
better keep pointed objects away from her.

    "Oh, thank you. That makes things easier for me when you explain.
I appreciate that." She picked up a slice of bread and nibbled on
it. It had a satisfactory impact on her senses as she chewed. She
practiced swallowing it. She coughed and a small portion flew
out of her mouth. She would have to master eating.

    "I need more liquid." She looked at Miles.

     Miles returned with a tumbler of water, plastic this time. He
saw she was picking at the eggs with her fingers and had
a piece of it at her nose sniffing it. He sat the water
down on the table.

  She picked it up and sipped at it like a little kid. A bizarre
sight considering she looked to be maybe mid-twenties.

    He didn't want to make her freak by staring at her so he excused
himself "I'll be in the kitchen making something for myself. If
you need anything let me know."

    "I will Miles." She resumed investigating the egg and eventually
slipped it in her mouth.

    Miles went to the safety of his kitchen and hid any pointed
objects that were on the counters. He settled his stomach with
a couple slices of bread and washed them down with a fresh beer
from the fridge. He usually didn't drink more than one, if ever, in
the morning but he needed the calming effect of the alcohol.
He watched as she ate with exceeding slowness and would sip on
the water from time to time.

    Susan had to investigate the salt and pepper he had set
out and she sampled the salt and decided she didn't need any of that.
Then she picked up the pepper shaker and detected a aroma that was
unsatisfactory to her senses so she sat that back down. She practiced
her strength and dexterity with the metallic fork. When she had
finished it was bent in a pleasing zigzag shape. She placed the broken
fork tines on the plate after she was done with those. Most
interesting.

    Miles was watching all this with great interest. As she seemed to
be finished with the meal he returned to stand beside the sofa, "Would
you like something more to eat or drink Susan?" God she was achingly
beautiful, pity she was so fucked up. He hoped it was a temporary
condition.

    Susan considered. "I have had sufficient caloric intake for the
moment. However I could use more water."

    Miles picked up her plate and the small fluff of bread
her lovely mouth had spit out on the floor. He picked up the
tumbler and went back to the kitchen. Susan followed him with
her eyes.

    He returned with the water and handed it to her. He saw
she was watching him again. He felt nervous under the gaze
of those lovely blue eyes. Her hair was going to tangle if it
wasn't combed before it dried. He'd like to ask  why
she was out on the early morning beach in the nude, but as he
could see she was on something. Maybe an escapee from one of
his far richer neighbors parties.

    He went into the bathroom and fetched the biggest comb he
had. "Susan would you like to comb your hair?" He held the comb out.

    She took the comb from his hand after a bit of hesitation. She
studied it like it was something she wasn't familiar with. "Oh, so
that's what a comb looks like!" She put the concepts of
hair and comb together and understood the purpose. It was a personal
hygiene tool.

    Miles saw she was clumsily struggling with her hair. She was
going to fuck it all up. "Here, why don't you let me help you with
that? If you don't mind that is."

    "I don't mind" She said as she continued to ravage her hair
with the comb.

    She let Miles take the comb when she felt his hand approach hers
and grabbed the comb. She enjoyed the sensation as her hair was
being pulled by its roots. He asked her to sit at the edge of the
sofa so he could pull the comb through her long hair to its tips.
While he tended to her hair she observed the moving pictures on
the wall screen. "Television," She said aloud.

    "You have incredible hair Susan. Very beautiful and thick."

    "Yes. I made it that way."  She saw an animal on the screen
that resembled the one she had accidently crushed. "What is
that creature?" She pointed at the frog on the screen.

    Miles looked up from behind her and at the screen. Of course
by the time he looked up the scene had changed. "That's an otter."

    Susan accessed her lexicon. The answer did not match the
description. She filed the anomaly for later reference.

    When he had finished she noted the way her hair felt as she
ran her hands across it. It felt better now that it was clean
and combed. She wanted to learn how to comb her hair the way
Miles had done for her.

    "Your being very helpful to me Miles. I appreciate that."

    Miles shrugged his shoulders, "You look like somebody in
need of some help at the moment. "

    Susan nodded. "Yes I am. I need someplace to stay while I
learn more about the world."

    Miles raised his eyebrows. She seemed communicative so he
sat down on the chair next to the sofa. "Oh? You don't have
anyplace to stay?"

    "No, they came to confiscate it." She paused, "Well they tried
to confiscate it but they destroyed it and it exploded. Its gone now."

    "They? Who did this?"

    "It was the IRS"

    Miles leaned forward. "The IRS Stormtroopers? Those stinking
bastards, they have no hearts."

    "Yes, they are..... evil. They came to talk to my father about
some tax problem and then they killed him. Then they blew up the
house. I got away before they could get me."

    Miles remembered seeing a story on the newswire about some
place being blasted to bits by IRS StormTrooper Abrams tanks and
Apache Citizen Pacifier units. He'd have to look that story up again.

    "My god, my heart goes out to you." He meant it, if the story was
true. He hoped she wasn't pulling a sob story on him. "Well I bet you
have some family or friends to call on for help, you can use my
phone if you want to."

    She shook her head. "No, it was just me and father." She looked
lost when she said the last. "I need a place to stay, may I stay
here?"

    Miles almost chortled, but he had his doubts. . "Sure, as long
as you behave yourself." He'd have to find out if she was
wanted by the law. He couldn't hide a fugitive no matter how hard
up he was for her. Least not a stranger.

    Susan looked at him "I can to that. Though you will have to tell 
me how to behave. I'm still learning a lot of things. Behavior, 
customs, and social protocols are among many areas my knowledge is 
lacking."

    Miles blinked and looked at the floor. "Well, for now just
stay in the house until we get something for you to wear if you
go outside."  She didn't sound like a idiot. Just super ignorant, or a
simpleton. He looked back up and looked in those eyes again. They were
the eyes of a very intelligent person. He wondered what had happened to
her.

    "OK, I'll stay inside until we get clothes."

    "Susan, are you on something?" Miles asked.

    She didn't blink a eye. "I'm on a sofa."

    Miles chuckled. "No, have you taken a drug? I mean like LSD, or
some kind of narcotic or something, maybe angle dust?"

    Susan had to consult her lexicon. "Do you mean lysergic
diethylamide?" He goggled a bit and nodded. "Oh no, that would be
most unsatisfactory. Nor am I on phencyclidine. As for narcotics,
well to be honest, there are a number of narcotic like substances the
human body produces naturally." She listed in detail biochemical
jargon for the next few minutes. Enough to cause his eyes to fog over,
he didn't have any kind of science degree and most of it was far over
his head.  "My body produces those to. I sense no deviation from
norm."

    "Uh," was all Miles could manage and looked at her in
non-comprehension. Something else, no doubt about it.

    He just stared at her and let his eyes wander down. He'd been
having erotic thoughts on and off ever since he saw her.
But with some effort he cleared his mind of these thoughts and decided
he needed another beer. He never drank more than one beer on
Saturday mornings but this would be an exception.

    Susan noted his sexual excitement. It was something she was
naturally tuned to, and she had built this body with the intention
of fully exploring sexual sensations. Her body of course was optimized
to elicit a sexual response in those who viewed it. Explicitly for
Robert of course. She frowned at the memory.

 She was slowly learning to use her senses to pick up on his emotional 
states and keying them into her matrix experience. Her human animal 
half wanted to couple with him immediately. She had to repress the 
impulse as she sensed it may not be proper behavior, though she 
wasn't sure. Perhaps she should ask.


    Miles decided to pass on the third beer idea due to the fact he 
felt a little light headed. He was out of sync from his regular 
routine, and Miles was a man of routine when it came to his beach 
abode time. He should be out jogging down the beach by now. But he 
couldn't leave this chick alone while he went out to do his regular 
activities.

    If he stayed in the house with her much longer he'd go nuts with 
desire unfulfilled. He wanted to make a move on her ASAP, but he still 
to timid to try. His brain kicked in and told him it was okay, and to 
settle down. To not blow his cool as she was going to be around for 
awhile. If he treated her nice she wouldn't have an excuse to run off. 
But then his lower animal brain responded that she wasn't going to go 
anywhere, make your move.

    He gave up the argument. She was still sitting on the sofa and 
appeared to be examining the entertainment center at the moment. 
"Susan, want to watch another channel?", he asked as he returned to 
the vicinity of the sofa.

    "I don't know. Perhaps I will after I see what another channel
looks like." She peered around the room like she was in another world.

    Miles sighed and picked up the remote that controlled the
system and boldly sat down on the sofa. He dialed in CNN and
cranked up the volume on the 36" video screen. It was one of
those expensive flat screen puppies. Something he had bought
with the remaining lottery winnings once the house was built.

    He tried to act nonchalant to her proximity as the news babe 
rattled on about something. He wasn't capable of paying attention of 
much besides Susan. She on the other hand, was watching the TV with 
great interest. Well at least she was easy to entertain, he thought 
bemusedly. Maybe he could pull this off.

    The house still had a chill in the air from the night before
and he wondered how she could stand being nude. The house temp
must be somewhere in the mid 60F range yet. He cleared his
throat, "Susan, aren't you a little chilly?"

    Susan shook her head, "I have adjusted my metabolism to maintain
the proper heat ratio." She kept her eyes on the screen. This CNN
she was watching was educational.

    Miles shook his head, weird speak. "Well if you put that sheet
on I'm sure you'd feel a bit warmer, besides it would make things
a little easier on me if you did."

    Susan looked over at him. "I am sufficiently warm. Easier on you? I
do not understand."

    Miles groaned. "I mean its awfully hard for a guy like me to have a
woman built the way your built lolling around in her birthday suit
without getting a bit tense. You know what I mean don't you?"

    Susan considered. "I thought you said you didn't mind. I've noted
your tension," she looked at his crotch. "Do you not like being
tense? I do not understand how putting on this thin material
will affect your erectile status or sexual tension."

    Miles wasn't used to a woman so direct as this one was. Obviously
one of the 'players'. He decided to chance a move since she was
firing with 14" cannons since he met her and he hadn't fired
a single shot back as of yet.

    "Well Susan, your probably right. Putting on that silly little
thin sheet wouldn't do squat for my hard-on."

    Susan smiled. "I'm glad we agree." She returned to her visual
observation of the television.

    Miles saw she had won match one hands down and had put him in
his place el pronto. After a bit of reflection he felt guilty
about being so childish and selfish to boot. After all, she had
just lost her home and father the night before. He blushed, something
he hadn't done in years.

    "Sorry, I'm acting like a idiot over here. I'm not trying to take 
advantage of your situation, losing your house and father and all. 
It's just...", he paused. "Well I guess I'm not all that mature. But 
in self defense I got to say your making things a lot tougher on me 
parading around in the nude." She turned her head back in his 
direction, she seemed to have a almost predatory look in her eye.

    Miles interpreted that look as anger, He held up his hands, "Hey,
I didn't mean any offense. Believe me, your safe around me. I won't
try to do something stupid. Not with a girl built like you, no way!"
He tried smiling and got stood up. "Maybe I better go outside
for a while and cool down before I say more stupid stuff."

    Miles headed for the porch deck door with the intention
of doing just that.

    Susan got up and spoke. "Miles you need to understand something
about me." Miles turned when he heard her speak. She walked
over to him and stopped mere inches away. "I have had the same
problems as you, restraining my desire for contact. I too
have tension building inside. We will both satisfy our desire
when I determine it is safe for both of us to do so. Your tension
is beyond your control and there is no reason for you to think
badly of yourself for being that way. I understand the effect
I have on you." Miles was blushing. "I will put on the sheet
as you have requested, though I doubt it will help much."

    Miles felt like he had won the lottery again and tax free
this time to boot. Jackpot. Bingo. Miles could chill out now
as hot things were on the horizon, yes sir buddy boy! Spaced or
not this chick was direct on the spot when she wanted to be.

    She turned back toward the sofa and draped the sheet
around her frame. "I would appreciate it if you would show me
how to operate this television device before you go wherever it is
you are going." She remained standing with her eyes on Miles'.

    Miles smiled, "Hey, believe it or not that sheet helps." He
went back to the sofa and spent the next few minutes showing
Susan how to operate the remote controller.

    She was content to watch the video and Miles decided he
really could use some fresh air and excused himself to
go out on the deck for a few minutes. While he was out there
he reflected on what she had said and wondered what she would
be like once she decided it 'would be safe for the both of us.' For
that matter he wondered what she meant by that statement.

    Perhaps fifteen minutes passed when he went back inside to grab a 
apple from the fridge. He glanced past the dividing bar into the 
living room. Susan had tuned in the freaking Penthouse video channel. 
No way he could stick around with BOTH the Amazon Goddess of 
OverAbundent Eros and -that- going on at the same time. He felt like 
crying as he slipped the sliding door open and retired to the safety 
the deck.

    It was just his luck he supposed, to be tortured this way. If she
wasn't so damn powerfully built he'd be in there making a move. This
chick -must- be fucking with his mind. He began to wonder if it
was some sick practical joke somebody was pulling on him. He pondered
who the fucker was that was behind this. He almost bit his finger
off when he savagely bit into the apple.

    Miles was just finishing the apple when he felt a bump rumble 
through the floorboards at his feet. He shot up out of the chair to 
see what Susan had gotten into. Whatever it was had to be pretty 
intense judging from the amplitude of that thump.

    When he got past the sliding door he couldn't see Susan sitting at 
the sofa so he walked into the living room and wondered if she had 
decided to run off when he heard  a  low throaty moan from the floor 
somewhere between the sofa and the TV. Maybe she had fallen or 
something.

    When he got within visual range he could see she was quite 
alright. In fact way alright. She was laying on the floor with the 
sheet beneath her and she was playing with herself. Miles decided to 
enjoy the show. The one on the floor, not the Penthouse channel that 
was still on the screen.

    He pulled the coffee table out of the way so it wouldn't
block the view and sat down on the sofa. Susan paid him no heed
at all as she played with herself. She was really into it, judging
by the way her face was worked up and all the moaning she was doing.
She was laying parallel to the sofa and was looking at the screen
from time to time.

    Miles glanced up at the screen and saw there was a couple
good looking women playing with each other. Maybe Susan was
a committed lesbian. Miles groaned inside. Nah, she had already
said something about them getting together 'when she decided it was
safe'. Bah.

    Miles didn't fret to much though as watching a babe like
-this- pleasure herself in -his- very own living room was something that
only occurred in the wildest of wet dreams, if even then. Sure beat staring
at the sand, surf and sea gulls all morning.

    She was spending most of the time working those fantastic tits
over and he marveled at the way they didn't sag. They jutted up like
a pair of Indian earth mounds, ignoring most of the effects of
gravity. Her nipples were enormous, perhaps sticking up almost a inch
and looked to be half as big in diameter. He'd never seen a pair
of nipples swell to such dimensions.

    For the next five minutes  she kept her hands
restricted to her upper body, never touching her vagina. His
eyes drifted to her swollen cleft, which had begun to open like
a vast flower. Her clitoral hood poked out from beneath her folds and
he gasped at the enormous size of the sheath. He wondered if she
had a clit to match that expanse of covering flesh.

    He couldn't help himself. "Need any help with that Susan?" He
crossed his fingers. Her hips popped up and she brought her
ass down quickly. The house shook at the explosive impact. So that's
what he had felt. Jeezus. All that muscle, chick must weigh a ton.
Considering her size and the mass and density of muscle he bet
she weighed a good solid 290 lbs or so. Killer.

    She turned her head toward him. "It's not safe for you, keep
your distance while I practice. I'll let you know when its OK."
She resumed her panting and moaning. God she was in ecstasy. Sure
looked real.

    Miles grinned. "Hey, practice to your hearts content Susan."

    "I will"

    Miles felt the floor thump again as she slammed her ass
into the floor. Her muscles began to swell in a manner that
shocked Miles. It looked like her entire body was expanding as
muscle after muscle reached blood engorged limits. She looked
'pumped', as the body builders called it. He didn't know erotic
activity could do that. On Susan 'pumped' meant awesome times
incredible raised to the power of 2.

    She reached one hand down and began to stroke her swollen
pussy. It wasn't to long before Miles dropped his jaw again as her
clit rose from its meaty home. It was freaking immense. From
this vantage point some ten feet away from her heaving frame that clit
looked to be as big as his thumb, but maybe even wider than his thumb.
It even seemed to throb and pulse with her heartbeat.
"Wow." Was his word of the day.

    Her breathing quickened as she gently rubbed her cleft. She
began to shudder and her moans became quite loud. Low earthy moans
that almost sounded like the growls of a jungle beast. Suddenly she
let out a incredible yowl. Her back arched and her thighs thrust
themselves together. He eyed the muscles in her flexing
thighs and hips as the compressed together and swelled from the
incredible force she was impressing on them. He freaked when a couple
jets of milk sprang into the air from her nipples.

    She remained flexioned like that for a good minute. Her entire
musculature seemed to be in a isometric kind of frenzy. Tendons
and veins as big as his fingers were at flexing attention.
It was bizarre to watch as the smooth rounding layer of fat
beneath her skin just seemed to melt away as the riot of muscular
power beneath rose to ascendancy.

 She slowly relaxed and her back found its way to the floor. Her
breathing eventually shallowed and appeared to fall asleep.

    She was totally freaking awesome.


    Chapter 4


    Miles sat there in awed silence for five minutes. She didn't
stir at all and was totally out of the picture. He didn't want
to disturb her. He'd heard of intense orgasms before but this
was incredible. He made up his mind in a short instant and
almost leaped to dig out his area phone books.

    He found a number of womens specialty clothing stores
and called them to see if he could make special arrangements with
them today. He tried to describe Susan but most of them thought
he was joking around. After forty five minutes worth of dicking
around on the phone he had a short list of places they could visit.

    Susan was awake when Miles returned from his bedroom with
suitable clothing on for a casual shopping trip. "Hope your
well rested Susan. That was great to watch! I don't think, hell I
-know- I've never seen anything like that before."

    Susan smiled in return. "It was most suitable. I need some water
and some food and I will practice some more." She got up
and bent over to pick up the sheet. As she bent over Miles
was favored with a sight that brought tears to his eyes. Just
one of her well shaped glutes had more muscle one of his legs he
imagined. And that glorious phalanx of womanly cunt flesh pressed
between her powerful thighs was just begging to be worshiped.

    "Don't worry about the sheet. I want you to take a shower. And
be sure to close the shower curtain this time." He chided. "Then
you and I will go into town to find you something to wear. OK?"

    "OK" She dropped the sheet on the floor. He was going to have
to teach her house manners one of these days. "But before we go
I will need food and drink."

    "I'll fix you up something while your showering." He paused. "I've
got a shower cap that we can try to stuff your hair in so it won't
get soaking wet." He went to retrieve the cap and managed to
get a good portion of her massive train of hair packed beneath it.

    By the time she emerged from the shower, dry this time, he
had a couple sandwiches made up. He set out a glass of water for
her. He finished his sandwich while she was just getting past
the first few bites of hers. He waited with some impatience as she
ate with extreme slowness. She seemed to enjoy each bite as if it
was some sort of erotic ritual.

    He wasn't to surprised when she asked if she could have something
more to eat, considering her size and all. Rather than give her
something new to blow time on studying he made a duplicate sandwich
of the one he made before and served it to her.

    When she finished with that one he tried to get her into
one of his tee shirts. After multiple attempts he decided that
was hopeless. Her massively broad back and the thickness of
her chest, the immensity of her breasts, was to much for a mans
large size tee shirt. None of his jogging shorts would come
close to fitting so he didn't bother with that.

   After a bit of headwork he decided to cut a hole in the
middle of the sheet. Once her head was through it he found
some thread and a needle and put some stitches along the
sides and cut the excess material away. Once that was
done he added a touch by cutting some material away from
the front so that some of her impressive cleavage showed.
She was covered well enough. Though most of her thighs
were showing. Not bad for a rank amateur he thought as
they headed down the stairs.

    He put her in his car, which sagged a bit on her side, and
drove into town.

    The first two places weren't of much help as the clerks just
shook their heads in confoundment. Though they did find some
jumbo sized tee shirts that would fit and some giant sized
panties that were normally sold to fat women. At least she
had something on underneath the emergency toga now.

    He pulled into a men and womens shoe store and they drew
quite a few stares as they walked in. After the clerk measured her
feet she shook her head, "I'll have to find something in the mens
section for her." Susan ended up with a pair of slip on boat shoes,
and a pair of beach thongs in mens 12D size. Miles found some
socks on sale and added those to the ticket.

    Miles had saved the last stop in the hopes he wouldn't have
to make it. This place was going to be expensive. It was a small
specialty company that catered to big women of all types and
especially to female body builders and tall women.

    He escorted Susan in and new he was in big trouble when the
well dressed clerk, came over immediately and introduced herself,
"Hello, my name is Diana and how may I help you today?" She was a
professional and that meant this place was even more expensive
than he feared. Miles smiled and made the introductions on his
side.

    Diana listened to Miles as he made his introductions and
explained Susan's dilemma. She knew at a glance that Susan was
a bodybuilder when she saw them enter the store. Though the
horrible garment she wore made her look like a fat woman it
didn't take long for Diana to catch the leanness of Susans face
and neck. But the real clues were Susans lower thighs that
were peeking out past the hem of that bag she was wearing and
the awesome arm development. Normally Diana would have let one
of her clerks handle them but when she saw Susan she caught
them immediately.

  Diana, years ago had been on the professional
body building circuit in the heavy weight class. Designing and
making clothes for women of her class was what Diana loved to do.

    "Well, we will need to get you measured up before we can do much
else Susan. If you'll follow me to the fitting room we can get
started." She smiled and gestured toward a door at the back of the
store.

   When they reached the doorway Diana stopped and directed Susan
to enter but when Miles tried to follow like a dumb mule Diana
stopped him with a hand and a half glare in her eyes. "Ladies only
dear. If you'll just make yourself comfortable by the counter and
scan our catalogs it won't seem to long."

    Miles nodded and turned away, maybe looking at clothes he knew
he really couldn't afford was just what he needed. He was just
eyeballing the first few pages of the catalog when Diana opened
the door and came over ,"She wants you in the fitting room sir, she
seems really adamant about it too."

    Miles arched his eyes, "Oh? Is there a problem?" He asked as
he placed the catalog down.

    The darkly tanned Diana replied, "No, she just said she wants you
where she can keep an eye on you." She smiled. "So come on in and
bring that catalog with you."

    He followed Diana in while he admired her calves peeking out
just below the knee length dress she was wearing. Obviously a very fit
woman he noted. Dark haired, and tanned with a extremely beautiful
face. She was obviously a older woman but age had treated her very
well. She directed him to a chair.

  Miles smiled at Susan who's pretty eyes and fore head were visible
just above a thin partition against the wall adjoining the entrance
to the fitting room. "Worried I would run away?" He asked jokingly
from the chair. Though he wasn't sure he thought he saw her nod.

  He shook his head and looked around. This was more than a fitting
room it appeared, he saw  bolts of fabric suspended from rollers in
one area. All along one long wall were garments hanging in various
stages of completion. Odd looking work tables with sewing machines and
other equipment that he didn't have a clue as to function. At the wall
some 35' away a couple of middle aged women, of some sort of Hispanic
decent perhaps, were working at whatever it was clothes makers do.
He was still peering around the workshop when he heard a slight
gasp from behind the fitting screen partition. He smiled and turned
his eyes toward the partition. He knew who had gasped.

    Diana had some inkling of what Susan might have been hiding
under that bag, but once the bag was off she saw her inkling
had been to conservative in the extreme. She had seen lots of muscle
over the years, including her own, but this Susan was incredible.

  She felt a warm flash as she got a gander of Susans heavily muscled 
back. She felt more hot flashes when she saw abdominal wall muscles 
that had clefts perhaps 1 inch deep. The girl had wonderfully wide and 
thickly muscled hips that were well matched by a highly curved and 
powerful set of glutes. Which was a good offset to her unusually thick 
and powerfully muscled waistline. If it hadn't been for that extra 
wide set of hipbones she would have looked more like a sherman tank 
rather than like a screaming sexy siren of tits and muscle. Susans 
body shouted "Worship me" to Diana's bisexual leanings. Diana had a 
weakness for muscle girls like herself.

    "Holy cow!" Diana blushed at her unprofessional blurb. "Do you
compete?" She wondered why she had never heard of Susan before. The
woman would have cleared the deck in a heartbeat. She eyed the
monstrous breasts not hiding very well under the tee shirt Susan
was wearing. Breasts as big as those saline bag boob queens had, and
hardly any sag.

    "Compete?" Susan pondered. "I'm not sure what you mean."

    "On the body building circuit." Diana wondered if she should
ask Susan to remove that tee shirt. It wasn't absolutely necessary for
the measurements, but she wanted to see what kind of pectoral
development the girl had.

    Susan replied. "I haven't done that, no."

    "Well you should. I'm amazed I've never heard of you before. Do
you live around here?" Diana reached for her measuring tape.

    Susan nodded. "Yes. All my life."

    Diana wondered how the girl had managed to not be noticed as
she started to take the  measurements starting with her calves.
Since the girl was so thickly muscled she would have to take
two sets of measurements.

  6'5"   21" biceps flexed 24" 56" chest   35" thighs 22" calves
Waistline 38"  Hips 45

    Diana wrapped the tape around Susans thick thigh and made
several measurements. At the thickest point of Susans thigh
she measured 35". "OK, now I want you to flex your thighs."
Diana shuddered as she saw the result. Her fingers started to
tremble as she wrote the measurements down.

    She wrapped her tape around Susans midsection and then her hips
and wrote those figures down. "Wow, 38" and 45", she murmured to
herself.

    "I think it will be a lot easier if we slip that tee shirt off
to take your chest measurements, do you mind?"

    "Of course not." Susan slipped the tee shirt off and tossed
it to the nearby bench. Diana tried not to let her mouth gape
as she saw the awesome thickness of the young womans pectorals. It
was almost a shame her massive meaty breasts hid what must have
been mind blowing peaks of the lower pecs. As it was the muscular
cleavage that rose from upper reaches of her breasts was enough
of an sign to know that several inches of peaked lower pec muscle were
buried beneath each.

    When Diana had finished the relaxed measurements she asked
Susan to flex her back and lats. Diana felt a wave of lightheaded
dizziness from the result. Relaxed was a relative term as much movement
on Susans part through the measurements out the door. But she found
a happy medium and estimated Susans base chest wall at 56". When
her breasts were added into the equation the figure swelled to
100".

    Diana was feeling quite flushed by the time she took Susans
arm measurements and shakily wrote down 21" as the baseline for
her biceps and 24" if she flexed. When Susan asked her if she
wanted to measure her when she was pumped up Diana declined. Her
forty five year old heart wouldn't have stood the pressure.

   Diana wondered how much the 6'5" titaness weighed but girls
didn't ask other girls such things. But her own guess would have
been perhaps 330 lbs or so. Diana excused herself to go find
one of her helpers.

    Susan had noted the womans reaction that progressively had become
more intense as she was measuring. Diana's pulse rate and body heat
signs indicated arousal. As well as her flushed appearance. Susan's
olfactory senses had picked up what she interpreted as further signs
of Diana's arousal. Susan cataloged this information as she watched
Diana returning with one of the small dark skinned women in tow.

    Miles spent the next hour browsing through the catalog and
drooling over the photo's of women in really sexy outfits that
showed off their super fit physiques. He tried to picture Susan
in some of them and wished he had the money to buy her an entire
wardrobe. He had assumed they were putting something together
when he saw pieces of marked fabric being carried away from
the fitting room. But to his dismay he learned they were only
making something called patterns. He sighed when he thought of
the work that was being done already and no sign of clothing yet.
He felt his pecker shrinking as he contemplated the costs to come.

    Diana escorted Susan to another room and told Susan to
stand in front of a white wall that was crosshatched with a black
index grid. She took several digital photos of Susan in three
profiles, which she said would be fed into a fashion design computer
for later reference. "It makes the work a lot easier for some design
work," She explained.

    After a bit of consultation with Susan about what she would like
Diana concluded the girl didn't have a clue about clothing. Zero.
So Diana got together with Miles and they came up with a basic
starter wardrobe plan for Susan. It was meager in Diana's estimation but
the lad didn't seem to have the resources a woman like Susan needed,
or he was chiseler.

    They ended up selecting a couple of mid thigh length sleeveless tube
dress designs that would be perfect. One in a white fabric and
the other in a yellow fabric. The fabric was very flexible and was
about the only thing a woman like Susan could wear without ripping it
to shreds when she moved, if it was to be form fitting anyway.
Diana managed to get Miles to agree to a practical knee length wrap
around skirt and a matching short sleeve ruffled blouse with a daring
neck line. It would look spectacular on Susan.

    Susan saw Miles was in distress as he talked with Diana and
she decided to pipe in. "Miles, I'll pay you back for all your doing
for me. I'll practice all this afternoon and try to be safe as soon
as I can. Once I get that done we can practice together all the time.
Then I'll figure out a way to make lots of that money your talking
about and I'll pay for things I need."

    Diana watched Miles blush as she wondered what the secret code
was, she had a clue though and it wasn't hard to guess. Diana pressed
to Susans and her own advantage and got Miles to agree that she
should have a nice pair of jogging sweats with matching shorts. Of
course she should have a nice bra design Diana bragged about as it
would serve double duty as a sports bra and a swim wear item.
And she would need another form fitting top to go with the shorts of
course. Not to mention a couple wide belts that would set off
her wide hips as an accessory item for the tube skirts.

    With shaking hands Miles signed the down payment credit slip
of $1600 dollars. On delivery he could sign for the balance due of
$1800.  Diana smiled at Susan. "I'll have the first items ready
by midweek. The rest we should have done by Friday at the latest."

    Susan smiled back at Diana. "I hope I get to met you again. I like
you too. I would enjoy sharing pleasure with you Diana." She cupped
one of her breasts and squeezed.

    Miles eyes boggled as he heard this. "Susan, you shouldn't just
blurt things like that out." He turned to Diana, "Sorry, she's a
little rough around the edges socially."

    Diana gave Miles a odd look, "Speak for yourself. I think she's
doing fine." She gave Susan one of her special personal business
cards done on a pink background. "Call me at that number. It's a
special unlisted number and not related to my business here. I'd be
glad to get together with you for a visit. Call me anytime."

    Susan eyed the card. "I will." Miles escorted Susan from
the Diana's store and into the car.

    After they drove down the road a ways Miles glanced over
at Susan, "Susan, did I hear what I think I heard back there?"

    Susan was studying the people in the cars as she spoke. "What?
Please rephrase that inquiry, I do not understand." She saw
a man walking a furry four legged animal that she couldn't identify.

    "Did I hear you and that Diana woman making a date for a sexual
encounter?"

    She looked at the card she was holding and held it up "I will
have to call her at this number first. Will you tell me how to call
using this number?"

    Miles shook his head at her still amazing ignorance. It had to
be a act.

    Susan misinterpreted his head shake. "I see. I understand if
you don't want me to see her again. I will behave." She smiled and
dropped the card on the floorboard.

    "No No, I didn't say you couldn't call her.  I'll show you
how to use the phone." He glanced at the card she had just dropped
and with a bit of irritation said,"And stop just dropping things
when your finished with them. If you want to throw something away
use the trash bag there." He pointed to the small plastic
bag sitting on the console between the bucket seats.

    Susan considered his reactions. He was agitated. "I will learn and
you will teach me Miles. I appreciate that." She picked up the
card and placed it in the bag.

    Miles looked at her. "Why did you throw the card away?", he
asked surprised.

    "I threw the card away because it is making you angry. I don't
like that. It is not suitable."

    "The card is -not- making me angry. I don't care if you want
 to call Diana. In fact, it's a good idea, come to think of it."

    Susan considered this. "I will call her if you think it is
a good idea." Something she didn't understand caught her eye and
she turned her head to keep it in view as they passed. "Why is it
a good idea Miles?"

    Miles didn't know how to respond right off the bat. "Em, maybe if
she likes you good enough she'll give us a discount on clothes." He
laughed. "I didn't know you were bisexual, course I don't really know
you at all. I don't care that you are Susan, it just surprised
me I guess. I mean, you told me you were just starting to learn about
sex and all...so it caught me by surprise when you made that pass
at Diana. How did you know she was wired that way anyway?"

    "By her reaction to me. Her physiological signs indicated strong
arousal when we were in that fitting room. I think she is pleasing and
would be enjoyable to practice my female pleasuring capabilities with."

    Miles glanced over to see she was quite serious. "Well, I want
you to know I'd be glad if you called her and invited her over
or whatever." He pulled the car into the parking lot at his
favorite grocery store.

    "I'll jot in here and grab some more supplies, anything
you want special?"

    Susan looked at him. "Special? What is this place your going to?"

    Miles sighed. "Its a grocery store, you know. Food, drink, that
sort of thing."

    Susan shook here head, "I"ve never been in one. I will enjoy
learning what is in there." She eyed the people going in and out
of the door.

    "You can't go in there the way your dressed. Just wait here
in the car and don't get out until I return. Don't talk to
any strangers and just stay in the car. OK?"

    Susan nodded. "OK" Miles opened the car door. Susan had thought of
something she liked special. "I like meat. Can you get me meat?"

    Miles laughed, "Sure thing sugar. I'll get you some meat. All the
meat you can handle." He chuckled at his wit and shut the door. He
knew she didn't get it at all.

    Susan watched Miles vanish into the store and observed all
the various people within view. She saw that most of the ones
coming from the store were carrying bags filled with what she
supposed was food. Others had small four wheeled carts loaded
with the same kind of bags and other items. She felt her stomach growl
and wondered at the sensation. She was hungry.

    A small woman approached and opened one of the doors on
the car beside Susan. Susan considered reaching out to pull the
cart over to help herself to some food. She felt the need.
It was mere coincidence when Susan decided to help herself
to the bread she saw sticking up on her side of the cart. At the
same time Susan reached out the woman was fumbling with
something in the car, so she didn't see what Susan was doing.
Susan didn't plan it that way. It just happened. She had her
bread and was happily learning how to open the bag when
the woman drove away.

    Miles piled the groceries in the trunk of the car and walked
the cart back to the cart depot. He returned to the car
and sat down behind the steering wheel. He started the car and
turned his head to make sure no one was coming. Once the coast
was clear he backed out and headed back toward the beach.

    He looked over and smiled at Susan and she smiled back at him. He 
was thinking about her and her 'practicing' so his brain didn't snap 
right away to the meaning of the bread crumbs on carpeted floor 
beneath her lovely feet. His head did a double take and he pulled a 
wrapper from the plastic bag. "Where did you get this?" It was a 
wrapper from one of the store baked specialty breads. Good stuff.

    Susan told him how she got the bread. He had a long discussion
with her about thievery and the law. She apologized for behaving
badly after she learned that 'not knowing any better' was no excuse.

    Miles had cooled down by the time they pulled in under the beach 
house carport and in short order the days shopping collection was 
hauled upstairs. Susan wanted to learn about groceries and was 
'helping' Miles put things away. What this meant was she would stand 
in the kitchen that was too small for two normal, Miles sized people, 
to maneuver in and examine each item she pulled from whatever bag she 
chose to root through.

  Miles didn't mind at all as he had an excuse to bump into her as
he reached around her so he could put things in the cabinets and
fridge.

    Miles grabbed one of the bags full of various beef steaks
and  placed several of the rib eyes in the fridge, the rest went into
the freezer. He went back to the counter to get the other bag
with the fish and remaining steaks and saw Susan had picked
up one of the cellophane wrapped tbone steaks. The pack was open
and she had taken a good sized bite from one edge of the steak.
She was chewing with gusto.

    He stood staring at her. When she swallowed she looked at him,
she recognized the look. She was doing something wrong! "I'm sorry,
am I behaving badly? It smelled so good and I was hungry. I like
meat. It is a excellent source of protein." She managed to look
pretty even with bit of red meat blood on her lips and chin.

    Miles gently picked the package from her hands. "Item one. We
don't eat raw meat,we cook it first. Item Two. We always wash our
hands before eating. Item Three. We usually eat at either the dinette
or at the bar, not standing in the kitchen. Item Five. Just because it
smells good does not mean we should just stick it in our mouths."

    Susan considered this. She saw some soap on the counter and
washed her hands in the sink. "OK, now what do I do?"

    "We dry our hands with paper towels." Miles replied. He
showed her the proper way to tear just one towel free from the
roll dispenser rather than a handful as she did the first time she
tried it.

    Susan stood there with the towels in her hand. "OK, now what do I
do?" He pointed to the garbage can. She tossed the towels in and
studied the odors emanating from the lidded can.

    She turned around. "OK, I would like to eat meat now. How do
I cook it?"

    "Hold your horses and I'll show  you once I get this stuff
put up."

    Susan looked around for horses but did not locate any. She
consulted her lexicon and found it unnecessary to ask Miles what
he meant by the phrase.

    Miles pulled out a pan and placed it on the burner. "Just watch
me and you can cook one later." He tossed the steak on the pan.

    Susan looked at him. "You did not wash your hands Miles. You are
behaving badly."

    Miles ducked his head. "Yep, you caught me. I screwed up." He
washed his hands and tried to clear his mind of her 'practicing'
session he was looking forward to this afternoon.

    He suggested Susan get her bod out of that horrid bag she
was wearing while the steak cooked. She was a lot more fun
to look at when she returned wearing just a well stretched tee shirt
and a pair of panties. She had put on her new slippers too.

    Miles turned the steak. "Dinner plates are in that cabinet."
He pointed.

    Susan open the cabinet, grabbed one of the plates and sat it on
the counter top. She looked at him.

     Miles nodded at her. "That's good. Now close the cabinet."

     "Knife and forks are in that drawer." Miles pointed.

    Susan opened the drawer and picked up a fork. She studied
the other contents of the drawer and picked out an implement
that matched her lexicon description of a knife. She placed
them on the counter and quickly shut the drawer.

    Miles checked the doneness of the steak and placed it
on the platter. "Dinner is served. Want some bread with that?"

    Susan shook her head. "No, I have had sufficient carbohydrates. I
prefer proteins."

    She sniffed the steak and took it over to the dinette as he
had told her to do. While she ate Miles slipped into the bedroom
and changed clothes. He hung his pants and shirt up then slipped
into proper beach wear which, for this time of year and hour, was
a pair of shorts and a light colored short sleeved shirt.

    He returned to the living room and saw Susans glorious, extra 
firm butt sticking up in the air from behind the open fridge door. He 
decided he better go check on what she was doing.

    "Still hungry Susan?" He asked her butt. She looked up and
saw he was staring at her opposite end. "I would like more meat. I
would like to cook it myself this time. May I have more meat?"

    She sure was learning to be polite Miles thought. "Hey Susan,
around here you don't have to ask. If you want something to eat or
drink just say so or help yourself." He thought about that for a
second as she pulled out a ribeye. "Just let me know if there's
something you don't know about so I can clue you in, OK?"

    She nodded. "I will Miles. Your very helpful and I appreciate
that." He watched her operating with efficiency and noted she didn't
do anything that was cause for alarm. She even wiped down the
counters with a soapy paper towel and rinsed them clean with
one she dampened from the tap. "There is excessive bacteria
on these kitchen surfaces Miles, you could become ill if you ingested
to many of them." She flipped her steak over and let it simmer.

    She looked at him. "I also detected a great deal of undesirable
bacterial life forms growing inside the refrigerator. I found far
more on the handles and exterior door surfaces.  I suggest locating
an effective antibacterial agent such as calcium hypochlorite or
calcium chloride to deal with these. Soap and water are not
as sufficient given the levels of bacterial activity currently active
in these locations."

    He gawked at her. She sounded like Spock in that old Star Trek
series. "Ah, OK. Thanks for telling me Susan."

    She placed her ribeye on the platter. "You are taking care of
me Miles. I appreciate that. I will take care of you when I can."

    Miles eyed her wonderingly as she went over to the dinette
and cut open the steak. It was red almost to the surface. "Hey, for a
woman so concerned about bacteria you sure don't seem to mind eating
steak nearly raw. Don't you know there can be some nasty bugs and even
parasites in meat? You should cook it all the way through." Ha, take
that! He thought.

    Susan looked at him, "I can deal with virtually any possible 
contaminant." She bit into the morsel on her fork and chewed it 
slowly. She seemed most pleased. "This is more sufficient. You had 
overcooked the steak, many of the proteins were destroyed or damaged. 
Besides, this tastes much better."

    Miles shrugged his shoulders. He gave up the discussion and 
decided to go pick up all the damp towels in the bathroom. He piled 
the towels into a wash basket and placed it by the front door. Susan 
was going to learn how to wash clothes before she would start her 
'practicing'.


    Somewhat to his chagrin she found the experience of learning how 
to wash clothes a great deal of fun. Besides it gave her an excuse to 
go outside as the washer and dryer were in a small shed downstairs. 
While they were outside she would point at various things and ask him 
what they were. He played along and humored her in this game.

    He was startled when she darted off a short distance and
picked something up from the sand. When she walked back he
saw she had a sand crab dangling from her fingers. Or maybe it
was more correct to say she was dangling from one of its claws. She
didn't seem to mind. She played with it for some time and seemed
quite happy until she crushed its shell between her fingers. She said
it was a accident, though she didn't waste much time tearing it apart
afterward and examining its insides.

    Maybe she was a biologist, Miles thought. She was quite interested
in nature. Besides she sure talked like she had a background in one
or more of the sciences. He wondered what had happened to her before
she showed up at his place this morning. Some sort of trauma maybe.
Or maybe a brain tumor was affecting her. That gave him some pause as
he considered that possibility.

    While he was pulling the clothes from the dryer she was
standing nearby watching him. For some reason she started to take
a great interest in the water heater, which he had explained to her
earlier. It had just cycled on with a whoosh of flame as the
thermostat opened the gas valve. She spent some time sniffing around
the thing. He was ready to go upstairs but she didn't seem inclined
to follow so he waited and watched as she sniffed some more.

    "This device is emitting a great deal of carbon monoxide which
indicates incomplete combustion."

    He joked around, "Well what's a great deal between you and me? Come
on lets go upstairs."

    She rattled off "I would have to sample longer to get a more
accurate baseline, but I estimate 500 parts per million. It is
excessive."

    Miles frowned and dropped the basket on the bench nearby.
Using the tool he kept nearby for the purpose he popped the
burner cover off and peered inside. Sure enough the flame
was burning with a lot of yellow rather than the blue it should have
been.

    He popped the cover back on and looked at Susan in wonder,
"Burners not working right, I'll call someone to come check it out
during the week." She picked up the basket and they headed back
upstairs. He wondered how the hell she could detect something like
that with her nose. She was something else.

    Without