mc-wesley.txt

I did not write this story.
This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the
multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor
adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy !

From: ppp000304@interramp.com (Weasel)
Subject: Fixed repost: Weasly's break (MF, MFF, mc, trans/breast)

OK, Let's try this again.  I think I have this formatting thing fixed.

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Any other reproduction have to be cleared by me.  Also if this is
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site or two. :)

blah, blah, under 18, blah, blah, first amendment, blah, balh, speak
for myself.  Is that clear?

Without further ado, a reformatted:

Star Trek: Wesley's break

Part 1 - Discoveries


'All that I been doing is sitting around!', thought Wesley.  'I am so
bored!'

His eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long.  Since he had was
on leave from the Academy, all of his studies had been suspended to give
him a 'break' from school.  Not only a break from all of his studies,
but most of his duties had been too.  The worse part was that he wasn't
scheduled to catch a transport to go back to the Academy for another two
weeks.  He had requested to have some more assignments, but the captain
himself had insisted that he take the time off.  While the captain
looked back on his time at the academy with a certain fondness, he also
remembered that it was the busiest time in his life.  Consequently
Wesley started to do some studying for his next few courses at the
Academy.  Advanced Biology was one of his first courses, so he had been
pouring through the reference texts in the computer.

"...Wesley?v

tHuh? Who?" said Wesley.  Suddenly he realized he was talking to air,
then he realized, "Crusher here.v

tAnd here as well.  Wesley, I expected you in the Lab 15 minutes ago,
or does your busy schedule have no room for quality time with your
mother?v

tOh, sorry Mom.  I was just think...  Nevermind, I'll be there in a few
minutes, OK?v

tOK, Crusher out.v

tCrusher out." he groaned.

"God, that really gets on my nerves." Wesley smiled to himself.  He
glanced to the screen again and noticed what was one the screen.
"That's it.  All I do is...  no, I gotta get going." He taped the screen
to shut it off, and slipped out the door to Med Lab 3.

Beverly understood what Wesley was going through.  There had been times
when the most she could look forward to in a day was a couple of
checkups, and some paperwork.  However she never complained about the
slow times.  All she had to do was to remember the several times when
she had to convert several of the ships cargo bays into makeshift 'field
hospitals' and run herself ragged for days on end.  To keep Wesley busy
she had allowed him access to one of the Med Labs that weren't being
used.  Fortunate the med lab was visible through one of the windowed
walls.  Their original purpose was to let the nurse on duty keep an eye
on the patients, but in this case it let her keep an eye on Wesley.  She
heard the familiar hiss of the door, and Wesley strode in the door.



"Wesley, I let you borrow a whole lab to let you 'study' for the
advanced biology class, and you never use it." She said with a stern
look on her face.

"Oh, come on Mom.  No one is using that lab and you know it." They both
smiled.

"Well maybe, but that doesn't get you out of doing some work.  Now you
know what I am doing is against the Captain's orders, so if you don't
use it, you lose it." She said with a little more conviction in her
voice.

"OK, I do have some things I was working on.v

tAnything I can help with.  If I do say so myself, I am a little good
in biology." She smiled, knowing what the response would be.

"No thanks.  Besides you won't be there when I am taking the Lab finals
in my courses." He said as he wandered over to the Lab.

She could see a few of the monitors from her office, and she could see
the diagrams of organs from species in this sector.


Wesley powered up the main terminal in the lab.  He had the info that he
was looking at in his quarters up on the screen.  He had lofty goals,
and he didn't expect to finish the project, but he had stumbled onto
something.  He started to work furiously, having the computer run
simulations, and tests on his new hypothesis.


Beverly came into the lab first thing in the morning, and Wesley was
already there, or had he never left? She thought that he must be tired,
but then realized that he was doing what he loved best.  He was working.
She decided to let him have his 'fun', but that she would have a talk
with him later.


Wesley had been working furiously.  His first test was ready.  He had
run the simulations dozens of times over the last night.  Maybe it was
the excitement or maybe it was the lack of sleep, be he picked up the
hypospray and put it up to his own arm.  He heard the hiss, and then he
decided to go scan himself on one of the med station's bed.  He turned
off his terminal, turned on the bed sensors, and then slipped into
sleep.  The lights lowered in the lab.

'Good', Beverly thought.  'He needs the rest.'

End Part 1

Part 2 - Awakenings

Wesley blinked a few times and slowly lifted himself from the bed.  He
blinked a couple more times and realized that the lights had been turned
down in the lab.  He was ready to have the computer raise the lights
slowly when they suddenly snapped back to full strength.

"Well, it's about time, I thought I was going...v

tWhat do you think you were doing!?! First you pester me to come down
here, now you stick red hot pokers in my eyes.  Can't I have just a
moment of peace?" He spun around and walked away to clean up a bit.

Beverly choked back a response and went back to her office.  She would
let him cool off a little and come back later to have a little 'chat'.
He had definitely never talked to her like that before.


Wesley splashed some water on his face.  'That bitch! I really wish I
could teach her a lesson.' Suddenly images and ideas began popping into
his head.  fYes of course! My research.  I can adapt it for a little
surprise.'  Wesley's original research had been into slowing the aging
process.  While working he had found that he could create certain
viruses that cause certain positive reactions in humans.  He had used
his first test injection on himself, and he would check the results
later, but for now he had to have his revenge.  He decided to see what
would happen if he let the computer do a little alteration on his
project.  Most of the lesser security programs allowed even a rank of
'Ensign' access to some of the less important systems.  A little
alteration, programming, and creativity should do the trick.

"Let's see." Wesley said.  "Ah! Computer, we must have a talk."


"Two hot fudge sundaes.  Extra hot fudge." The computer whirred and
'magically' the sundaes appeared.  Beverly thought it must be magic to
make sundaes this good.

"Beverly! I'm shocked.  Rough day?" The counselor gladly took the treat
from the good doctor and curled up on her sofa.  She hadn't thought this
was going to be a professional visit, but any doubts she had were washed
away.  "Is it Wesley?" she asked with genuine sincerity.

"Yes.  Not only has he been running himself ragged in the lab studying,
but he snapped at me today.v

tWell, he has been under a lot of stress at the Academy lately.  Maybe
it's good that he gets it out of his system now.  Don't worry, he'll
come out of it."

"But he has been working himself so hard.  I only let him do it, because
he seems happy doing his little projects.  Maybe we need the Borg to
attack us, or a warp core breach or something to keep him busy." she
quipped.  "I would appreciate it if you would talk to him.  Not in a
forced environment, but if you could just stop in and talk."

"I don't know.v

tOh please? I will make you the best banana split you ever had if you
do this, OK?v

tWell, all right.  But I expect a lot of whipped cream." She said as
she dropped the spoon into the empty dish.

"Thanks Deanna." She put down her also empty dish and gave the counselor
a big hug.  Deanna felt a little strange, but accepted the hug.

After that Beverly picked up the two dishes, took them to the replicator
and left.  She didn't know what came over her, but she shrugged it off
for now.

End Part 2

Part 3 - The Experiment

The computer beeped.  Wesley looked over at the terminal.  "The
counselor's quarters.  Bonus."

He was examining the results from his extended scan.  He hadn't found
anything wrong yet.  His first experiment was with the chemicals dealing
with brain activity.  He had created a virus that would help to increase
his brain activity.  It wasn't meant to be a permanent change, he had
already worked out a 'cure' for the virus.  Sure the computers could run
perfect simulations of what chemicals could do on the brain, but he
needed to know exactly what the results would be.  In hindsight picking
himself as the first subject wasn't all that bright, but he was tired,
and there wasn't anything he could do now.  However there were no
regrets in Wesley's mind.  Ideas and thoughts were coming quickly and
clearly to his mind.  He hadn't felt this refreshed in a long time.  He
kept thinking back to how easy it was to enter the ship's computer and
enact a little 'revenge' on his mother.  He thought that he should start
to expand his tests, but he needed to run a few tests first.

Just then he heard the familiar hiss of the doors for the other room.


"Hello? Doctor?" Ensign Ro said as she walked to the doctor's office.
She never really ever needed the services of the doctors on the
Enterprise, and as such was very uncomfortable in this environment.
Normally she wouldn't even think of coming to the labs, but she wanted
to have someone check on her arm.  She was doing a particularly vigorous
workout the other day, and her arm was still sore.  She wouldn't think
this was the sort of thing to annoy the Chief Medical Officer about, but
since her cabin was just down the hall, she thought she would just stop
in.

"Doctor? Doctor Crusher? Are you here?" she said peering through the
window into the main office.

"She's not here right now."  Ro spun quickly, too quickly.  She bumped
her arm on the door frame and fire shot through her arm.  She let out a
little whimper, and immediately grabbed her arm.

Wesley quickly came over and said "Are you OK? I'm really sorry, I
didn't mean to startle you."  Ro chuckled.  "You just caught me off
guard.  Your Wesley, right? Is your Mother around? As you can see I need
a little bit of help.v

tOh, I can have a medical team here in under a minute.v

tNo, no.  It's not all that serious.

I'll just come back later." Ro turned to leave.

"Wait.  I feel bad.  Here come over to the other lab, let me take a look
at it.  You don't grow up as a doctor's child and not learn a little
about the trade." Wesley led Ro into the lab, instructed her to get up
on the bed, and let him take a look at the arm.  Ro tried to roll up the
sleeve on her tunic, but the pain flared up again.

"Oh, sorry again.  I guess I should brush up on my bedside manner." He
ran into the other room and grabbed a hypo spray with a pain inhibitor.
He placed it up to her arm and heard the familiar hiss.  Once again the
ideas began to flood his mind.

"Your bedside needs work, but at least you work fast.  How come no one
is in here.  I mean this is a medical lab isn't it?v

tYes, but Mom, I mean Dr. Crusher, said that since it was so slow she
was going to give some of the medical staff some R&R.  She has minimal
staffing in all of the labs, and she thought since she was the Chief,
she would take care of the lab herself.  Besides, most of the staff has
quarters near here and can be here...v

t...in under a minute.  I got that.  Well I've gotta get back to my
quarters I have a couple of days off myself, and plan to rest up." Ro
began to get up.

"Hold on." Wesley said.  "I wouldn't be much of a doctor if I didn't see
that arm.  Now roll up that sleeve."  Ro was about to protest, but
decided to humor him.  As she rolled up her sleeve she found a rather
large black and blue mark on her arm.

"Oh." remarked Wesley.  "That doesn't look so good.  Here, I have just
the thing to take care of that."  Ro realized that this was a little
worse than she thought.  "Is this going to take long?v

tNo, but swing your legs up on the bed.  This next injection makes
people a little dizzy." Wesley grabbed one of his hyposprays from next
to the terminal.  This one was actually designed to help regenerate
damaged tissue on a large scale, but he figured that it couldn't do much
harm.  Besides, he had the 'cure' if it didn't work, and he could have
one of the other doctors look at her if it didn't work.  After all, he
wasn't a doctor.


He pressed the hypospray against Ro's arm and again it's contents were
injected into her bloodstream.  Almost immediately the discoloration
left her arm.  Ro's eyes rolled upwards, and he eyelids fluttered shut.
She had passed out.  What would Wesley do? He quickly studied the
readouts from the sensors in the bed.  He discovered that her vital
signs were strong, and she safely asleep.  He shrugged and figured that
she had fainted.

End Part 3

Part 4 - Experimentation

Beverly was taking a walk, eventually she planned to arrive at Ten
Forward.  Ever since her visit with Troi and her overwhelming need to
hug her, she had felt strange.  She wouldn't say that it excited her,
but it was definitely having some kind of an effect.  The more she
walked, the hotter it got.  'Boy, I am out of shape'.  she thought.  It
wasn't until she turned a corner and bumped into an unfamiliar
lieutenant.  She stepped back, and her usually impeccable red hair fell
into her eyes.  She looked upon the man in front of her not as a fellow
officer, but as a pure instrument of her desire.  She felt every inch of
her skin, some inches felt a lot better than others.

"Excuse me sir.  Sorry." Said the officer clad in a yellow uniform as he
attempted to steady the higher ranked officer in front of him.

Her mind and body betrayed her.  Her nipples were actually visible
through her uniform.  Her breath was coming quicker.  'What's wrong with
me.' She forced through the haze in her mind.  She didn't know what was
happening, but she knew what was going happen.  At this point, it was
out of her hands, and in his.

"No, excuse me, I wasn't looking." She was letting him go, then, "You
know, I have never really like the term 'sir', why don't you call me
Beverly.v

tUm, OK, Beverly.  I have to be getting to...  Are you feeling OK? You
look a little, warm."

"Warm no, Hot yes.  I want to throw you down right here and fuck your
brains out." He voice was whispery.

"Well, I am due to go on duty in a few minutes, but thanks for the
offer."

"I'll write you a note." Then she flung herself at him.  Her lips were
sealed to his, any resistance he had was quickly diminishing.  Her body
was on fire.  She was kidding about fucking him in the corridor, but it
was quickly becoming her only alternative.

He broke the kiss.  "Jordan to Maintenance.v

tMaintenance, go ahead Jordanv

tI'm going to be a little late for my shift," Glancing at Beverly
"Medical reasons.v

tAnything we should know about?v

tNo, I'll contact you later.  Jordan out."  'A janitor? I'm about to
fuck a janitor? Who cares if I hump the doors of a turbo shaft?' She
smiled and then took Janitor Jordan by the arm.


Wesley was going over the latest batch of test samples.  Everything
looked like it was going smoothly.  He began to hear Ro moaning.  He
thought she might be waking up.  He spun around only to see Ro with one
hand on her crotch, and one hand her breast.  The readouts on the wall
said that she was asleep, and her eyes were closed, but her hands were
in warp speed.  It was then that he noticed that several of her hormones
were almost off of the scale.  He stared back at Ro only to see
something new and amazing.  The front of her uniform began swelling.
The more it swelled, the louder she moaned.  Her other hand drifted up
from between her legs, to start caressing her other breast.  They were
beginning to stretch the already tight fabric of the front of her
uniform.  He saw that the zipper at the top of the jumpsuit began to
separate in response to the growth.

Wesley's curiosity led his eyes down to the writhing woman's crotch.
The front was completely sopped.  Wesley had about all he could take.
He couldn't decide whether to administer the cure, or to screw the
Bajorian silly.  He reached over and picked up the hypospray with the
cure.  He looked at it and said 'Oh well." He placed the injector to her
arm, and then the images came flooding in.  His mind was filled with
images of he and Ro in positions that would have shocked even the
crewmen of a deep space exploration ship.

"No!" he cried, as he threw the hypospray back at the table.

He grabbed the front of Ro's uniform and peeled it away from her white
flesh.  It was then he had a flash of brilliance.  "Computer.  Reduce
Gravity to 0.00 on the Med Bed." The bed had this setting so that more
delicate operations could be performed without risk to the patience
health."  With the gravity off, he was able to lift Ro off of the table
and strip off her uniform.  Starfleet's dress code when it comes to
undergarments is pretty liberal.  Ro's policy was even more liberal.  As
Wesley pulled the last of her uniform over her tiny feet, he was able to
gaze upon every bit of Ro's body.  She wore no underwear.  Her breasts
had nearly tripled in size at this point, and it looked like they were
continuing.  Ro had orgasmized at least four times while Wesley was
pulling her uniform off of her.  Wesley now stripped off his own
uniform, and climbed into the Zero G with Ro.

The momentum of lifting and pulling her uniform off had Ro in an almost
standing position.  Wesley lifted Ro up so her cunt was in line with his
face.  He could see that her fluids had run down and coated the backs of
her legs from when she was still lying down on the table.  Wesley dove
in.  The first touch sent waves of pleasure through the helpless alien
in front of him.  The wave continued and didn't seem to ebb at all.


'Hmm...' Wesley thought.  'Sweet, not like what I would expect.  Good
thing she is already out.  I don't think she would conscious for much
longer.' He looked up and Ro's breasts had stopped growing.  However
from his current position he could see anything past the peaks of her
breasts.


'Boy I could use something like this when I'm walking across the campus
when it's raining.' He slowly pulled her down, and himself up.  Luckily
the beds were equipped with low level restraining fields to keep bodies
from floating off.

Once he was equal to her now gigantic breasts, he began to suck and bite
at her nipples.  Even though her breasts were now huge, her nipples were
still what he would classified as normal.  They seemed to still be
fairly small compared to the melons on her chest.  Once again the
analytical side took over.  He noticed that her muscles were much
smaller.  That must account for the increase in the upper regions.  He
grabbed her ass, it felt rounded, and he couldn't really tell but he
thought her hips had also filled out.  He wasn't completely familiar
with Bajorian anatomy, but that was why the Academy required advanced
biology.  Suddenly, "...uuugh, Fuck meee.  Pleeeease, I want..." Ro was
back to rubbing herself furiously on the crotch.  This time both hands
were buried, and pumping away.

Wesley couldn't take it anymore.  He spun her around and spread her ass.
It wasn't a gentle entry, but it did the job.  He had never taken this
particular 'course' before, but since the other entry was otherwise
occupied.

Just as Wesley had pressed into her she froze.  Wesley was afraid that
she had woken up, then it happened.  She let out a yell and her whole
body shook.  Wesley began pumping furiously.  He could feel her contract
as she was wracked with a constant orgasm, she pressed back harder and
harder, pounding as hard as they both could.  Wesley reached around and
was massaging her tits.  She still had both hands going at it.

Then he felt it.  Her breasts began to shrink a little.  She was now
panting and back to a low moan.  Wesley knew something was going on, so
he had to hurry.  It didn't take much to push him over the edge.  He
came for what seemed like hours, but in this case it wasn't quite that
long.  Once he opened his eyes he found that they had fucked so hard
they were upside down, and floating against the ceiling.  He pushed off,
pushed out of the field, and got off of the bed.

While he got his uniform back on, he set the computer to bring his
specimen slowly back to the table.

He was in a hurry to get her uniform back on before she woke up when he
heard "Mmmf, Wesley? What happened? My clothes? My Breasts! Oh no, what
have you done?' Indeed both breasts had stopped shrinking, but now she
has almost no chest at all, only two little nubs for nipples.  Then
Wesley noticed that her figure had lost some of it's curviness as well.
In fact her shape wasn't very different from his own.


She started to get off of the bed.  "Computer, restraining field full
strength." Wesley barked.  The computer complied, a little rougher than
he had intended.  She was thrown back into a lying position, unable to
move.

"Don't worry Ro, I can fix this." and Wesley started up his computer.

End Part 4

Part 5 - Satisfaction

Troi had been in her quarters for the last hour, in the dark.  She had
lowered the light level so she could relax.  It had been a fairly busy
day, and now that Beverly had stopped in, she had the added task of
talking to Wesley.  It wasn't that she was complaining, but it was all
in the line of duty.  As time passed he hands began to slowly roam
around her body.  She liked the way her new uniform made the other
crewmen respect her, but it was a little harder to get off than her
other outfit.  She closed her eyes, and began to unzip the front of her
uniform.  As she sat there, she let her mind wander.

Very clearly she saw that she was walking along one of the corridors of
the Enterprise.  She couldn't see clearly where, but she could see
enough to make out general details.  She turned a corner and bumped into
the man of her dreams.  She knew it was nobody real, but this was a
fantasy.  She had unzipped her uniform to the bottom of the zipper.  She
had her right hand running across the smooth silk of her panties.
Occasionally she brushed her clit, and it sent shock waves through her.
Her other hand pressed into the couch as if to steady herself.

Back in her illusion she was being helped up by her fantasy man.  Once
she stood up, she brushed a tuft of red hair out of her eyes.  The other
person in her fantasy was there holding her.  He said something that
wasn't really audible, but she knew what it meant.  She pounced on the
chance and slammed her lips into his.

Back in the real world the uniform had been slowly inched down past her
ass, and was down around her knees.  Both hands were now moving all over
her body.

She wanted this fantasy to last, and she was going to take it slow.

At first he responded to the kiss, but then he pushed her away.  She was
disappointed, and she thought that it ended before it began.  He said
something, and then he took her by the arm and lead her down the
corridor and into a cabin.


Beverly already had her chest fully in view when Jordan opened the door
to his quarters.  He was afraid that someone might see her, and put an
end to his fun.  However once in the main room of his cabin, 'all bets,
and clothes, were off!' he thought.

"Please, let's go.  I need it.  Please!" Beverly pleaded.

"No, not yet my horny little doctor, I want to look at my good fortune.
Just stand there."

She had a very disappointed look on her face, but it quickly changed to
a very anxious look.  She quickly pulled the uniform off of the rest of
her body.  'God, it feels like I'm going to cum right here.' She threw
the uniform onto the table next to he companion, and then slid off her
bra and panties.

He looked at her, absorbing all he saw.  Her breasts were firm, not
perfect, but definitely not bad.  After all, she wasn't a teenager.  Her
nipples were almost as bright red as her hair had looked in the bright
lights of the corridor.  She was definitely a red head, but the
triangular patch of hair between her legs was darkened from the juices
freely flowing.  He watched as she began rubbing both her neck and her
breasts.  Her hand went up and began messing up her hair.  She was
beginning to shine all over from the sweat covering her body.


Beverly had no idea what was going on.  At this point she felt like she
was along for the ride.  She began to feel the beginning of an orgasm
coming on, and almost falling over snapped her back to reality.
"Please.  I really need to fuck.  I'm so horny, I can't stand up
anymore."

"Then don't." said Jordan, as he leaned back in a chair.

Beverly didn't have to be told.  She fell to her knees and crawled over
to her Janitor on hands and knees.  Even though she had completely
removed all of her clothing, he had not.  He hadn't even unzipped the
front of his uniform.  She ran her hands up the outside of his pant leg
until she got to the prize.  She could feel him hard as diamond.  She
couldn't wait for him to get his uniform off.  She began to stroke and
lick the outside of his uniform.  After a few passes, she could make out
most of the major veins in his penis.  In fact she could name most of
them, if she weren't busy at the moment.  He began to moan, and she let
her hands slide up his chest.

Suddenly her fingers had slipped into his collar, and began to violently
separate the front of his uniform.  She pulled herself up, and at the
same time spread her arms as far as they would go.  The shock caused him
to let out a little gasp, this was definitely not what he thought was
coming next.  By the time she was done, the rip extended part way down
his right pant leg.  She quickly grabbed his old style boxers (much to
her surprise), and ripped them off.  As she did this, her nails poked
into the tender flesh between his legs.

He let out a little yelp, and Beverly smiled devilishly.  He leaned back
and helped her up.


Troi slammed herself down on her mystery man's cock.  He wasn't overly
big, but it's not the size that matters.  She began to rock back and
forth.  She could feel him going deeper and deeper with every thrust.
He leaned forward and began lightly kissing her nipples.  He then gave
her left nipple a bite, and a little tug.  Her eyes popped open, and she
gasped from the new experience.  She looked at him, and he had a
devilish grin on his face now.  Turnabout is fair play.  They locked in
a deep and passionate kiss.  They had stopped rocking while in this
position.  The kiss was so deep, her eyes watered.

Once the kiss was broken, it was time to get down to business.  She
brushed her long hair out of her eyes, not that it mattered much now.
She wrapped her arms around his back, and he locked on to her buttocks.
They began to pull into each other.  Troi thought that she was going to
have black and blue marks all over her pelvis after this assault, but
she didn't care.  Slowly her senses began to shut down.  First her
vision went blank, then her ears rang and she no longer heard what
sounded like two hands slowly clapping.  The only thing that she felt
was an orgasm unlike anything she had ever had before.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked around her office.  She had flipped
over the coffee table in front of her.  She slid down the couch and
looked at the aftermath.  There was a rather large sweat mark that
covered the whole area where her body was.  Where her crotch had been
was a very large stain.

"Oh my, I don't know if that will come out" she said.  She knew anyone
who came into the office now could have smelled her passion, but the air
filters would remove that shortly.  Maybe she would call maintenance and
ask about getting that spot out.  No, I'll just replicate a new cushion.


Beverly could have sworn that she was in Troi's office when she opened
her eyes.  However she blinked once, and looked down to see herself
still impaled on the now rapidly diminishing cock.  She could see the
cum other both of them mixing and oozing out of her.  She quickly got
up, and grabbed her uniform.

She got a glance of herself in the top of the table, she was a mess.

"So, does what kind of note are you going to write for me?" He smirked.

"Umm, I have to get back to work.  Uh, thanks, it was great." She said
as she pulled on her uniform.  She couldn't find her underwear, and she
didn't care.

This was embarrassing.  She didn't know what came over her.  She zipped
up the front of her uniform and headed for the door.  Jordan was still
naked and covered in fluids.  She turned to him on the way out.  He was
holding up her panties.

"Can I keep these?" He said as he sniffed them, "As a souvenir?"

She didn't respond, she just walked out of the door.

End Part 5

See ya next post....

Weasel