..GOD YOU'RE FUCKIN' TIGHT, BABY!", came the deep tones ofCaptain Picard, his voice reproduced faithfully in digital,high quality stereo. ... "FUCK ME, CAPTAIN!... OHHHH,YEAHHHH, FUCK MY HOT WET CUNT!", screamed Dr. Crusher,completely oblivious to the sound of her own voice echoingall over the ship.Chapter 3: --------------------------------------------In hisquarters, Wesley Crusher pricked his ears, there was something familiar about that woman's voice.. He now stood completely naked in front ofhis scene, clearly frightened.A voice spoke seemingly from out of nowhere. "What's the matter Fred?Don't you remember me?"The voice sounded familiar. Yet he couldn't place it. Then it hit him.The pictures."It can't be..." Fred whisperingly uttered."Oh, but it can!" Bryan replied, sitting at his computer desk with hismicrophone. "You see, you were partly responsible for my being tauntedand ridiculed in high school. You remember that stupid picture you. " That's stupid," George complained. "I never heard of an Easter Chickiebefore, and I sure don't think you can grant wishes." Well," the Chickie retorted, "that's the Easter Bunny for you. He takesall the credit, and lets his associates be forgotten by the public. Besides, if I'm not magical, how do you explain my ability to talk, orthat I knew your name?"George mulled that one over. Finally, he came to only one possibleconclusion. "I guess you're right. But I haven't decided what I want." Just. I have to circulate with the guests. Should I get Bob to be on hand for you as well?”“No, just you, please, John. You are the only man I want for this. If I need anyone else, Elizabeth or Catherine would be fine.”Catherine had been watching this interchange, and caught Elizabeth’s eye and nodded in their direction. Elizabeth smiled back, and gave a tiny nod of acknowledgement. Things were going as they planned.The rest of the reception went swimmingly, with plenty of smiles evident. The girls.