Naturally, it was not a problem at all. The cousin, whose name I can't remember, thanked us profusely and Tom moved his suitcases into our room. A roa...ing fire burned brightly in the stone fireplace erasing the early chill of a Vermont evening. With Uncle Merle at the piano, and cousin Sue leading the singing, we all sang old Beatles songs until we were hoarse. We shared some more wine and by the time 1:00am rolled around, we were ready to stumble up the old creaking stairway to our respective. Should you choose to continue despite our most vehement warning, you would do so at your own risk and responsibility. This is a work of fiction. The characters and actions depicted in this story live only in the twisted mind of their authors. Hopefully they will grow in the mind of our readers as well. However, we do not condone, approve or recommend the acts we describe. This is fiction and should remain as such. Do not do this at home! No animal got harmed during the writing of this story.. " Oh. Do you have plans?"Susan stood up and stared at me. "Now that you ask, yes I have plans."I was a little surprised. "Ok. Are you making dinner, or do I need to get something for us?"Susan commanded, "Go into the living room and wait for me." Ok." I went to the bathroom. Then I went into the living room and waited. Susan came out of the kitchen a couple of minutes later. She came over to me. "You know how you used to ask me to sexually dominate you."I was curious. "Yes?" Well, I told Arnold. "I guess it was okay. And ... it was ... nice to play... without the guys making comments about, you know, you and me." Shesounded hesitant, despite her reassuring words."I had fun, too." She got a stern expression. "But please don't getin the habit of changing into Jasmine, okay?"Jasmine vigorously shook her head. "Once is enough!" she said. "I'veheard my older sister complaining about 'girl things' too many times,and I definitely don't want to try ... that!" I'll see you tomorrow at Fun.