"I'm the real you. This illusion named Michael is all a lie. You're morefake than me...even though I'm just a figment of your imagination," itreplied....Excuse me? I am Michael. I was born March fourth, of Nineteen-eightysix," I thought quietly."NO! Michael doesn't exist. It's a name on a birth certificate. It's asocial security number. It's a made up name. Made by your parents...thisis all a fake reality. Michael Clemens is a false persona forced on youby outsiders. Outsiders such as your. It was like Jerry didn’t exist. I dug through stacks and stacks of records and papers, piles of stories, some published, some still in draft form. Good Lord Lee’s husband Ted wrote a lot! One day I was going through a box and found a Social Security number with Jerry’s name on it. Bingo! Another month’s worth of hunting and I had references to a nightclub where Jerry had worked security. With that key, I quickly had a phone number. The message machine picked up on the 4th ring, a deep male. Langholm, fainted. When you regained your consciousness you put chlorhexedrine on the sting, and then you got stung yourself, and you fainted again." What kind of nonsense it this, " Mr. Langholm barked. He turned to look at his wife, who had turned all pale. "What is he telling us, Karen? Is it true? And how can he know?"Mrs. Langholm stuttered a little. In a very weak voice, almost a whisper, she said: "It is true. It happened just like that. But nobody knows! Alex and I never told anybody.". Looking out the window, Craig watched Julie and the girls leave. He felt a raging hard on building. He was so sexually aroused picturing her coming back through the door—minus the girls.He could hardly wait to have her. She had on a little flowery summer dress. Maybe I won't even let her take it off. I'll just take her!True to her word, less than a half hour later he heard her car pulling back into their garage. He could hear her climbing the stairs. A moment later, all smiles, Julie came back.