After my first visits to Margaret I'd given in to my own urges and allowed bisexual activity into our party lifestyle, but still pretended that the Ne... Year's Eve incident was my moment of enlightenment. I had pleasant but unremarkable sex with several girls, and wished I'd never started with others who were just pretenders to a new fad. None of them were Sarah, and they certainly weren't Margaret! Though I encouraged a bit of spanking, I still hadn't let on to my more extreme fetishes; they. She was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a chambray shirt with her hair tied up in a red kerchief as she cleaned and put things away from their trip.Jan was surprised when the doorbell rang. An attractive dark-haired girl was standing on the doorstep when she opened the door. "Mrs. Stewart? I'm Anita Collins, society editor of The Deerfield Times, the local weekly here in town. May I come in?"Jan smiled warmly and stepped back from the door. "Of course, Miss Collins, but I'm scarcely dressed to. " She stared him sternly in the eyes, then sneered, "You shall see the error of your ways, fool!" With that, she slapped him with her upper right hand and spat in his face. Instantly, his body transformed into a duplicate of Nadia's. Jawaharlal looked exactly like her in every way, including the female circumcision. The new Jawaharlal started crying like a confused young girl, begging for mercy."But I don't wanna be like this!" she cried."Now you know how I feel, my new twin sister Nutan,". Images flashed before him, her smile when they first met, black knee-highsgripping her lower thighs, her expression as he playfully grabbed a chunk ofher hair. It was no use. He worked halfheartedly. Their time had been brief, two hours to be exact. Halfway through lunch,rain attacked the window behind them. What did it mean? Death in fiction, butnot this time. It meant something else. He wasn't sure. Conversation was pleasant,tight yet easy, passing over subjects uncommon with the lunch crowd..